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FRAGILE MONSTER. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

genre & warnings. angst. older sister figure!neytiri. again angst, real angst-. soft!tsu'tey. protective!tsu'tey, basically a tsu'tey that is all green flags. mentions of death, anxiety, childhood trauma, family loss (mēing’s older sister: saeyla's death, actually). sky people return. questionable ending.

taglist. @fluorynn @jakesullyfatjuicypeen @taintedheartx @xstarsdiary @tadomikiku @sunofpandora @xwackk @futuraesposadosebastian @marymary-diva17

note. happy new years to all! and to those especially who supported me with my small project, there's five more chapters for 2025 so thank yall for bearing with me with my slow ass self 🥲 finally got this chapter out of the way but the others will be more intense trust!! anywayss, happy new year! may God bless yall unconditionally for the new yearr 💙✨️

Mēing felt trapped in a seemingly infinite cycle of sadness, as two weeks yawned open like a void. Her plan to stay hidden indoors, though sensible, came at a price: forfeiting another opportunity to see him, a thought that weighed heavily on her heart.

The light wasn't on in her mind to realize she couldn't imagine living without that fierce warrior that accepted her nonsense somehow.

Yet her foolishness knew no boundaries and couldn't help but include her bestie-westie that had no worries of her coating her trimmed finger nails with the sticky substance of the ripe spineberry in the fun.

Just an extra tip to be dolled up for the big night, a festival to recognize the reborns. The youngsters he trained, The future is definitely bright.

"Trust me on this one, Neytiri. I want to test this out." Mēing squealed, obvious that she didn't care about her own ridiculous plans, every plan was hope to her. Ridiculous yet it made her happy, that mattered to Neytiri.

But she feigned annoyance, yet a chuckle escaped her lips. "Please do not damage these amazing claws, abeg." She observed quietly as Mēing meticulously applied the vibrant red juice to her nails, each stroke precise and delicate.

Sometimes, Neytiri wondered what went through Mēing's mind, day and night. With her boundless creativity, Mēing was destined for greatness, no matter how expansive or modest her vision may be. Her intellect was undeniable.

"Do you like it?" Mēing questioned, her bright, lime-green eyes sparkling with excitement as she flashed a radiant smile. Neytiri examined her neatly painted nails, impressed. "It won't last long," she interrupted.

Mēing's smile faltered, replaced by a scoff. "Everything has an ending," she said, her tone tinged with philosophy. Neytiri teased, "That is right. I will lick every finger clean," leaving Mēing's expression disgusted.

"That's disgusting." She earned a snicker from the older.

Besides all the attention on Neytiri, it was now focus on Mēing. The contrast between her all day outfit and the evening's impending festivities was a stark. As she cleaned up all the mess she had made from just doing the nail art with unnecessary vigor, Neytiri's serious tone interrupted her.

"Is that your look for the festival?"

Mēing's hands stilled, her gaze dropping to the floors. She muttered under her breath, avoiding eye contact "Mm. Not my fun." The words barely escaped her lips before she returned to her mess, her movements abrupt and forceful. The silence that followed was palpable, heavy with unspoken emotions the older sat in complete wonder.

Neytiri's brow furrowed, her eyes narrowing as she watched Mēing's dismissive shrug.

"What changed? You've always been up for a good celebration, always practicing the swaying hips and all. What is different this time?" She tilted her head, her face showing an entire emotion of lost.

"Those carefree days are behind us. I'm a woman now Neytiri, well... we're women." Mēing snapped and tension thickened. Complete silence came from both, only the unblinking eyes from the fierce warrioress showed the meticulous situation.

"Says the woman who put spineberry juice on my fingers as creativity." Mēing gave a side eye.

Truthfully, time slipped away like sand between fingers, each grain a whispered secret, a hidden truth. Neytiri's heart yearned to undo the tangled threads of her sister's silence. The weight of unspoken words hung heavy, an ancient dread that smashed their sororal bond bits by bits.

The passage of seconds, minutes, hours – all blurred into a singular longing: for the truth to unfurl its petals, for the silence to break, and for the sisterly bond to heal.

Neytiri's head wasn't clear. And Mēing's barley was. It was a hunt festival night, their spirits should be uplifted not drowned in tension and misery. Yet, the older couldn't go with a dead departure, she cared.

"Well, Great mother would have bless you with a night that you never imagined, it will surprise you what are those longings. To make you feel free again. Be free again. Anyone of anything could give you a center to be yourself. Don't let the past trouble you, it's... scary."

Scary that an ancient tramua hit her, permanently. Scary that she's now seeing a hardened soul, no longer seeks joy. Scary that she's slowly losing hope that she'll ever see the joy she once loved physically and spiritually.

Mēing should leave. But she couldn't. It was like a rope behind her back, drawing her back in no matter how many times she chased for her wants, her needs. She wanted to give up but then just after that talk, she challenged herself.

An eerie entrance, Mēing felt like a stranger among others. She expected an ordinary festival but Ewya, was this one epic.

Thunder thumps from the drums outplace the thunder beats from her heart whereas the iconic blue flutes made all prance, jig and move about, wild in their spirit.

The clan was full of lively chatter and laughter. Some feasted, some got stoned, many swarmed around the trainees that were now the champions, boasting that they had pass the rite to become an Ikran Makto, telling their horrific stories to impress those nearby who had no interests to even hear them anyway.

Everything was scattered, Mēing didn't know where to turn, her head spinning, she couldn't even find her own parents, not even Neytiri yet somehow Ewya cursed her eyes by spotting the Rongloas from afar, it's like their faces will forever, permanently be stoned, demons in disguised.

Without notice, she felt a small form collide into some widespread back, making her flinch in surprise. Spinning around to see the actual surprise, her cheeks went purple.

"Tsu’tey." She gasp, his name escaping her lips as if seeing the great mother above for the first time. For a moment, all words fled, leaving only the unspoken language of their entwined gazes.

"Mēing, it has been a while." With those words, a bright smile claimed his face, banishing the shadows. As he beheld her, his eyes cradled her features, taking in the gentle upward tilt of her gaze. Her sharp, startled eyes sparkled like a newborn taking in a riveting sight, dumbfound yet resilient. The sight stirred a tender curiosity within him, as if he sought to unravel the delicate threads of her soul.

The stare felt like yonks, unaware of their surroundings obviously, well, specifically Tsu’tey, he totally forgot about his tellings of the Medusa, the kids twisting and craning their necks up to look up at his tall figure, some even poking the calves of his legs, eagered to hear the end of the tale.

She properly dressed herself in the mixture of cool colors. A perfected designed cross over top that was filled in green, blue and purple beads, pinned down to cover her bosoms except for the edge, various colors could have their meaning, black strings tied to the nape of neck to end the delightful of the top.

Same colored bracelets attached onto both wrists so as for the ankles, anklets, and a simple sage green loincloth, nothing special except for him to think. It almost as if she was chaining herself.

Enough storytells, a gentle yet urgent touch, Tsu’tey ushered the children along, his movements swift and purposeful. His hands guided them softly, coaxing them to quicken their pace without startling them. Despite the haste, his tone remained calm and reassuring, promising to share the stories later on, easing any anxiety that might have crept into their young minds.

"Would it harm you to put a bit more sweat into your appearance?" Tsu’tey questioned, seems to sound rude in the Utuvom's ears, making them flicker in deep offense.

"Why? so everyone will lose their shine for tonight and morons falling in love with me?" She snapped, that just made him chuckle softly.

"Already too late." He stated.

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

Blank stares appeared into the picture yet Tsu’tey made everything back to normal by asking abruptly. "Why aren't you dancing? It's a celebration, is it not? Shouldn't you be out there, joining the others? tsakarem?"

"You want to see me dance?" Mēing questioned back, she knew herself that she was teasing Tsu’tey but she wanted to know that fact as well.

Tsu'tey's eyes burned with quiet judgment, illuminating the undecorated truth. "Yes, I do."

Mēing stood mute, her words frozen on her lips. Tsu'tey's genuine enthusiasm to see her dance was unmistakable. But before she could muster an answer, he grasped her hand, pulling her onto the centered floors. As they moved in a space to complete the circle of the people dancing wild and free, Mēing's hesitation surfaced.

"W-Wait, You don't dance." she said, attempting to deflect, stating a truth she knew all too well – Tsu'tey rarely surrendered to the rhythm.

"Let us make this night interesting. I'll dance for you." He proposed.

Now at the center of attention, Mēing knew she had the demons' eyes on her now, their gazes crawled across her skin and their interest palpable. But Tsu'tey's steady presence in front her remained unwavering, his eyes kept still on hers.

Mēing's breath escaped in a soft whoosh. "Oh, this is a lot of pressure." Her pulse thrummed audibly, the rhythm echoing in her ears. She scanned the environment, her gaze darting between pairs swaying in perfect harmony. Shoulders rolled, intertwined hands, there was no way that she too will be doing that.

Mēing's eyes widened, her own feet feeling rooted to the spot. "I don't know the steps," she admitted or maybe that was a way to depart.

Tsu’tey chuckled at her nervous admission. "The steps do not matter," he reassured her. "No one is watching to see if you mess up."

Oh Great Mother.

Tsu’tey's body began to sway, his shoulders rolling in time. Mēing's tentative movements mirrored his, their bodies almost touching. A hint of a smile played on Tsu’tey's lips as Mēing's confidence grew, her body moving in effortless harmony with his. The flickering flames of the bonfire cast a warm glow on the gathered Navi pairs, their traditional dance weaving a mesmerizing spell. But Mēing's gaze suddenly faltered, her eyes narrowing as she locked onto Tsu’tey's parents. Their stare, cold and her mind shifting to one of unease.

Tsu’tey's gaze followed Mēing's, tracing the tense line of her shoulders to his parents' unreadable faces, having no clue of the truth. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken disapproval.

He recalled, "This is your night, don't let the negative get in the way."

The music swelled, drums and blue flutes merging into a frenzied rhythm that seemed to pulse through every cell in their bodies. Her gaze, once fixed on his envious kin, now seemed to have broken free, her eyes sparkling with a newfound abandon as she let the music consume her.

Without thinking, she reached out, her cold fingers intertwining with Tsu’tey's warm ones, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through both of them. For the first time, and that made both of them had a huge curve on their lips.

The music surged to a crazed peak, and Mēing's body seemed to come alive, her tiny hops and swings of her head left to right, her hips undulating in a magnificent rhythm that Tsu’tey matched with effortless ease. Tsu’tey's gaze burned into Mēing's, the air between them charged with an almost noticeable tension. Time itself seemed to warp, leaving only the thrumming music, the swirling dancers, and the two of them, lost in the twister of their own free dance.

Without warning, Tsu’tey's arms wrapped tightly around Mēing, pulling her body against him. Her breath caught in a soft gasp, her eyes widening in surprise. But as she met Tsu’tey's gaze, her expression softened, and a hint of a smile played on her lips. Tsu’tey's face, too, was alight with a carefree joy.

"This is too much excitement," Mēing teased, her voice barely audible over the music.

"That is what makes it interesting." he teased back, his voice low and thick. With a sudden flourish, he spun Mēing around, her body twirling like a leaf on a whirlwind. A yelp in surprise made Tsu’tey laugh, mingling with the music, his eyes glinting with pure adoration.

The firelight danced across her face, casting a golden glow on her deep blue skin. As they moved, their bodies seemed to merge into a single, fluid motion, their steps growing more frenzied, more passionate.

Tsu’tey's parents stood frozen, their faces etched in distress lines. But Tsu’tey's gaze never wavered from Mēing's face.

Their movements grew wilder, freer, as if the festival's vibrant energy had unleashed a deep-seated abandon within them.

The blue flute's melody quickened, the drums' beat pulsating in tandem, and Mēing's and Tsu'tey's movements responded in kind. Their slow, deliberate steps gave way to a frenetic pace. The music seemed to course through their veins, unleashing a wild, unbridled energy. As they rolled hips, their hands touched, then parted, only to reconnect in a fluid, instinctive rhythm.

In the midst of this chaotic dance, their faces shone with unguarded joy, their eyes sparkling with a deep, abiding connection. The air vibrated with the thrum of the drums, and the sweet, lilting melody of the flute, as if the music itself had woven a spell of an unadulterated friendship around them.

As Tsu'tey's feet moved in perfect sync with Mēing's, the weight of his parents' disapproving gaze settled in his stomach like a cold, dark shadow. But he refused to let it dim the radiance of this moment.

The music swelled, and the crowd erupted into a joyful chaos, the people scattering in all directions like leaves with the wind.

Tsu'tey's voice rang out above the din of the drums, "Come on!" he shouted, his hand closing around Mēing's as he pulled her into a wild, careening run.

Tsu'tey and Mēing joined the fray, their feet pounding out a rhythm on Pandora as they twirled and spun, their laughter and shouts lost in the infectious din of the celebration.

His face was alight with an unbridled joy, his eyes shining with a sense of freedom. Mēing's hand was a warm, solid presence in his, a tangible connection to the whirlwind of color and sound that surrounded them. As they ran, the world narrowed to a single, shining moment – the music, the movement, and the exhilarating rush of being alive.

The music surged forward, a mad torrent of sound that swept the dancers up in its vortex. Mēing stumbled, her steps faltering as she struggled to keep pace, but Tsu'tey didn't relent. He spun her around, "Tsu’tey wait!" Mēing's cry was lost in the music as Tsu'tey launched her into a final, dizzying spin.

Time seemed to suspend itself as she flew through the air, her body a fleeting, golden blur. Then Tsu'tey's arms closed around her, pulling her back into the safety of his embrace. They gazed at each other, their faces alight with a shared, unspoken joy.

For an instant, they just stared, the music still pounding in their ears, their chests heaving with exertion.

"You moron!" Mēing boomed. Then, simultaneously, they burst out laughing, the sound mingling with the fading music, a joyous echo that seemed to capture the essence of the moment.

Tsu'tey's eyes crinkled at the corners as he gazed at Mēing, his voice low and teasing. "Are you alright?" he asked, his words accompanied by a gentle chuckle.

Mēing's face was aglow with the warm, golden light of the fire. Tsu'tey's gaze lingered on her, his expression softening into one of quiet admiration.

As he looked at her, his own face seemed to relax, his features easing into a warm, contented smile. The sound of his own laughter still echoed in his ears, and he felt a sense of lightness, of freedom, that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Mēing assured, breathless before standing up straight as she detached herself from Tsu’tey's arms. "I just need a moment to catch my breath."

In the moment to recover, she couldn't help but laugh once again before managing to say. "I think that was the most exhilarating thing I had ever done,"

Her heart was pounding in her chest, her body buzzing with adrenaline. As they stood there, panting and laughing, Mēing's gaze met Tsu'tey's, and she felt a pang of reluctance. She didn't want this night to end, didn't want to leave the head of this joyful moment behind. Her smile softened, becoming a gentle, heartfelt expression.

"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As the firelight danced across Mēing's face, Tsu'tey's gaze lingered on the gentle curve of her mouth, the mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

His heart whispered a silent wish: that he might be the light that guided her path, just as she had become the radiance that lit up his. But caution tempered his enthusiasm, for he knew that watchful eyes were upon them. His parents' disapproval hung in the air like a challenge, and he wasn't ready to confront it just yet.

Just then, the Rongloas appeared, their faces stern, their strides purposeful. Mēing's eyes flicked to Tsu'tey's, a question mark dancing in their depths. Without hesitation, she grasped his wrist, her grip like a vice, already tugging him into the swirling crowd. Tsu'tey's feet stumbled to keep pace, his mind reeling with confusion.

They dodged and weaved through the swirling crowd, the flickering light of the bonfires casting a golden glow on their faces. Tsu'tey's chest heaved with exertion, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of the music. "My parents are going to have my head if they find us together once again."

Mēing just turned to look at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "That's what make it interesting," she said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

She tugged at his hand again, leading him deeper into the outskirts of the gathering, ducking past large tree trunks and foliage, the sounds of the festivities fading step by step.

Mēing made her way through the dense forest around them. The night sky was fully out and thousands of stars were visible. The occasional sound of an animal in the background echoed through the trees.

The sky was full of stars. The forest was eerily calm and quiet. The only thing they could hear were their shuffling footsteps and the occasional insects.

They reached a small clearing, far enough away from the main gathering that they were completely alone. The only light came from the faint glow of the fire in the distance and the soft luminescence of the moon and stars above so as for the biotic on land.

Tsu'tey looked around, taking in the peaceful, secluded area. It was like a completely different world compared to the frenzied energy of the festival.

They came to rest upon a breathtaking river alongside a waterfall from a distance, its crystalline waters cascading down a moss-covered slope. The night air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flora, and the gentle melody of the waterfall provided a soothing serenade. The soft, ethereal glow of the moon cast an otherworldly light on the water's surface, creating a mesmerizing dance of shadows and light.

As he turned to Mēing, a low, dismissive sound rumbled in the back of his throat, a deliberate attempt to mask the flicker of anxiety that danced in his chest. His eyes met Mēing's, a hint of apprehension lingering in their depths.

"Okay, now what?" he asked, his voice laced with a nonchalance he didn't quite feel, his mind racing with the looming specter of his parents' discovery.

She went down to the river bank, viewing the translucent plants and fish in the flowing rivers, oddly swimming around her feet as if she was some kind of richness for them until she viewed something afar.

"There is a canoe." She pointed out. The canoe bobbed gently on the water's surface, its wooden body worn to a soft sheen by the relentless caress of the fresh water. The moon cast an argent glow upon its decks, just two bench seats being occupied with two massive paddles.

Tsu'tey's hands moved with a practiced intimacy over the weathered wood of the boat's hull, his slender fingers tracing the rough-hewn planks as if reading the stories they told. Mēing stepped silently beside him, her eyes fixed on the gentle, absorbed expression on his face.

"It looks sturdy enough," Tsu'tey murmured, his voice a low, thoughtful hum, as he tested the canoe's construction with a series of deliberate, probing touches.

With that response, Mēing stepped in firstly, not thinking twice, almost as if she wanted to impress him as she sat ladylike, her legs crossed, arms behind to support her balance, back arched and siren eyes batting gently and naively.

"May the Olo'eyktan take me across this beautiful river, where we can gaze upon the stars and be from the afars." She joked, seeming to be comfortable with him now.

Tsu’tey couldn’t help but chuckle at her witty tone and exaggerated body language were completely unlike his own mannerisms, he stepped inside anyway.

With a gentle push, the canoe drifted away from the riverbank and into the serene depths of the river. The water's glassy surface reflected the starry sky above. They floated silently along the river, the gentle current guiding them through the darkness. The bioluminescence of the river provided the only light, bathing everything in an ethereal glow.

For a while they didn’t speak, each lost in their own thoughts. It was peaceful here, away from the war party and the daily pressures of being a leader, well, leader-in-training. For a fleeting moment, he erased all tasks that put him to stress. Why worry about them anyway, when a carefree outcast had wrapped him in the warmth of unconditional acceptance.

For Mēing, she was drowned in wonderland, just look at her polished eyes. The silence was a clear sanctuary, a refuge from the din and chaos of a world that often seemed too loud, too bright, and too ruling.

In the quiet darkness, she found her own rhythm, her own harmony, and her own sense of purpose. And when the moon was met her own seeking eyes, Mēing felt most alive, most connected to the mysteries of the above, and most at peace with her single heart.

She was in her own sacred place.

It didn't troubled Tsu’tey at all, he was learning the truth. An interesting one, he thought.

"You seem to be lost in thought. You forget that I'm here as well?" He woken, a teasing note in his voice. Her head snapped to harken towards him now, cautiously arranging herself to sit in front of him, her long, strong legs avoiding his by placing them in the dark corners of the canoe.

"You don't know much about me." Mēing declared, it didn't seem to be an uncouth response to her, Tsu’tey was basically talking with a stranger.

But he just hummed at her words. "No, I suppose I don't."

He kept the paddles inside the flat, canoe dancing on its own, his gaze drifted back to Mēing.

"But I want to." He told.

Her eyes spoke but he couldn’t point out the issue just yet, it was like playing with the deceptive kind, all joy and laughter went to waste by the snap of a finger, deceitful and low. But did that frighten the blunt warrior?

"Maybe I shouldn't have brought you here." She finally spoke up, a shrug of her lips to seem recollected.

"Maybe you shouldn't have be so confusing all the time." Now that was a sting, Mēing took offense.

She paused for a moment, Tsu’tey's words echoing in her ears repeatedly. Confusing, "War does that." Her answer was cold and short. A defense he built up, even with her. She is just like the moon itself, the moon's child, a part of her was hidden.

"I'm not trying to disrespect you, Mēing. I will never. But we as people know, we should not hid in the shadows. Someone has to listen, and I have time."

He was right but her truth might be something most wouldn't even believe. Her mind was a maze of dark corners and locked doors where the shadows of the past lingered, waiting to pounce.

The memories she'd tried to bury rose up, their whispers weaving a maddening litany of fear and self-doubt. Her thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of what-ifs and maybes, as she struggled to quiet the cacophony of her own mind.

The world outside receded, and all that was left was the endless, echoing chamber of her own anxiety, where the only sound was the soft, insistent whisper: "He'll never understand. Nothing will change."

It wasn't until his warm hand enveloped hers, cold and trembling, that she felt the radiance of hope, like discovering light for the very first time. Tsu’tey looked at Mēing, a look she had never expected to happen and so quickly.

She did promised him another time, maybe this was the another time. She took a deep inhale as if it was her last before exhaling all the toxic breath she held out for so long she might've completely lost herself if he didn't give the undivided attention she desperately needed from anyone.

"I am a girl with alot of problems. It begun from the womb. I am not apart of my people and I really want to. I am rare and mistaken, I don't know if I am a blessing or a curse."

"Being different is the bad thing, is it? It's separating what you should have been." Mēing's ugly inner turmoil words hung in the air, a heart-wrenching expression of her deep-seated insecurities. Tsu’tey listened intently, his heart heavy with compassion, as he sensed the anguish and self-doubt that had long plagued her. Mēing's struggle to find her place in the world was evident, like a leaf torn from its branch, drifting aimlessly in the wind.

"I do not belong with the people, ever since I made her be with great mother... because I was too curious of the opposite. You all should have let me be stuck in that cage."

Eleven years ago.

Hearts bleed. Screams distressed. All because of a brainless juvenile that trusted snaked finks.

Snot came running from her flat nose to smudged blooded knees, her arms wrapped around her fragile body, her last hope to think she was going to see her people again.

"Mēing!" Was all she wanted to hear, a cry of relief that gave her a sign it wasn't the end, it was all an illusion.

Mēing raised her head to view the outside world, preternatural floors, deceptive screens, machines but what got her into tears was the sight of her warrioress sister and her new companion that suceed to find her.

Scattered arms to reach for a touch again, Mēing wailed for Saeyla, her only way to survive.

"Key! key!" Neytiri's mini call alerted the eldest that the most depended on, acknowledging the shape of the padlock hole and the single key above to unable to reach.

Saeyla immediately grabbed the lifeline, a tiny pebble in her hand yet she managed to open the cage and Neytiri yanked it to set the foolish free.

War was over, Mēing would never stood close to the pale skinned creatures. Trying to keep up with the others sprint, Neytiri taking the lead. Mēing's last thing to expect was to hear a cry in agony and a fell from Saeyla's hand.

A gunfire erupted, Saeyla's body jerked violently, her eyes widening in shock as a crimson bloom spread across her chest. Having no time to drive the youngsters away to continue their clueless lives.

Mēing just froze, mind was a maelstrom of shattered thoughts and emotions, as if a thousand fragile glass shards had been hurled to the ground, leaving only jagged fragments of grief and despair. Her undeveloped mind was a jumbled, incoherent mess, a cacophony of memories, regrets, and unanswered questions that swirled ceaselessly, leaving devastation in its wake.

Blame had coated the lost child completely.

The sound of the second shot was heard when her head snapped back, a small, neat hole appearing in her forehead. Her body now stiff and lifeless. Mēing's mind reeled in horror, her thoughts tumbling over each other in chaotic disarray. She stumbled backward, her eyes fixed on her sister's still form, her brain struggling to comprehend the sheer finality of what had just occurred.

The world around her melted away, leaving only a numbing sense of confusion and a haunting, unanswerable question: I did this?

Images of the pale skinned hypocrites changed for her, meeting eyes with them and their shameless, funny instruments. She wanted to do anything possible to let them be in the same position they let her sister to be in. Anger, devastated, grief, she wanted to explode.

"SAEYLA!" A bawl from Mēing's throat, now creating madness, the soliders shoot their heart of solids like lunatics right towards the two left standing that instantly hurrying towards the light.

"Enough of that talk." Tsu’tey blocked off the rest of the ugly truth, he heard enough and he understood enough. The weight of Mēing's self-blame was crushing, and Tsu'tey couldn't stand idly by.

With a gentle tone, he spoke, "Mēing, don't torment yourself with guilt. Your sister's fate wasn't yours to decide."

"You don't understand, Tsu’tey. You're not alone like I am." Mēing snapped, she could feel guilt coming right back in.

Tsu'tey scoffed, "I should relate to you in order to understand? that's ridiculous, Mēing."

"It feels like everyone hates me like I hate myself. Maybe I should've just kept my foolish thoughts to myself." Mēing's sigh conveyed utter despair, as if she'd lost all sense of direction. But then, she heard the words she'd been longing to hear - a message that, no matter how many times she'd craved it, still held profound impact: someone, actually, cared.

"I see you." Tsu’tey stated amorously.

"The faults lie with the sky people, only them. No one else. Not you." He added.

For what felt like an eternity, Mēing had been shrouded in darkness, held captive by the weight of her own guilt. But under the radiant light of the full moon, everything changed. The world, once distorted, now snapped into crystal clarity, as if she had finally found her true place.

The warmth of acceptance enveloped her, brightened her very soul, and with it, the world around her underwent an intense shift. For the first time, Mēing saw the world through new eyes, and it was all because Tsu’tey had seen her, truly seen her, and accepted her for who she truly was.

As Tsu'tey's gaze locked onto hers, Mēing felt the air vibrate with an otherworldly energy. Time itself seemed to collapse, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a universe of their own creation.

The gentle gaze of his eyes excited her, a soothing balm that calmed the turbulent waters of her soul. Her heart, once a timid, fluttering thing, now swelled with a bold, unbridled joy, as if it had finally found its true purpose.

The space between them seemed to shrink, as if pulled together by some invisible force. The tension in the air was... new.

That moment alone, Mēing knew that she was forever changed, that a part of her had awakened, and would never again be silenced.

But the enchantment was a flash, as the sudden listening of footsteps echoing through the forest floors, the presence was an uneasy invasion into the emotional night.

It made the Omatikayans snapped their heads behind, their eyes squinted in a wonder, it wasn't just light steps of any wild animal they could think of but the steps were heavy, to the point they heard it from a nearby distance, almost as if a beast was penetrating deep inside the nature grounds to injury their naive self of living.

Tsu'tey cautiously, paddled the boat, not a single whisper from the waves heard until the canoe met the rivershore, perfect into the shadows of the overhanging trees.

Immediately stepping ashore and taking Mēing's hand to follow along, Tsu’tey stooped low as possible and pulling out his hooked knife from his sheath creating a ring that lasted for a few seconds.

They moved deeper into the dark, the air grew colder, the silence more extensive. Mēing felt nothing but anxiety going back to coat her entire soul, Tsu'tey's grip on her wrist was the only thing that kept her anchored to reality.

Without warning, he stopped. His head cocked to one side, Mēing followed his gaze, and that's when she saw it: multiple figures strolling in the darkness but they were ridiculously... smaller and definitely weren't walking on six legs. To make things more indifferent, additional flashing lights were to keep their vision stable.

Mēing frozed. The sky people had returned, once again.

"Speaking of them, their ailen smell had filled my nose." Mēing low-pitched, her nose flared by their nearby scent, metallic raw smell and sweat.

Tsu'tey's jaw just tensed up, his emotions of ecstatic and joy turn into a sudden change of irritation. He thought himself was stubborn yet those dreamwalkers were worse, the worst, they couldn't take a hint and he wanted to pound it into their heads.

Mēing made a small click of her tongue to alert Tsu’tey from below, tilting her head to signal him to climb up the trees, swing on the branches to reach their destination. Seemed much easier, their nods exchanged a tacit agreement.

Thank Great Mother, their whereabouts weren't heard from the opposites, they were close enough to keep a sharp eye on them, their heads in sync, turning with a focus on them and their every move.

Their foreign language was much easier to hear, beeps and buzzes of their unnatural gadgets helped them to get something forbidden, they looked like straight up fools as their heads turn to no solution at all.

"...negative readings on the bio scanner..." One of the soldiers was saying.

"What the hell do you mean? We've been this expedition for months and now your shitty device won't pick up?" another soldier chimed in.

And then, one of the soldiers said something that made Tsu'tey and Mēing's hearts skip a beat:

"This might be the wrong place," he said. "those dapophet pods ain't the only ones we could use for medicine."

"Paywll..." The Omatikayans' eyes locked onto each other, Mēing's eyes surveying the gathered soliders with a deep disappointment. The lines etched on her face spoke of countless moons and countless struggles, yet Tsu’tey was the complete opposite.

Taking the advice what was told, Tsu’tey prepared his knife to raise and sprung onto all five, a grip was felt onto his wrist.

Tsu'tey's gaze met Mēing's, and he saw the softened of her sharp eyes, they flicked to the sky people, then back to him, and he knew the unspoken answer: Don't.

Tsu'tey's jaw clenched as he watched the sky people, a muscle twitched in his cheek, he wanted to do it all for his people, unapologetic thoughts in his mind.

She gave hand signals, starting with two fingers, pointing them between them then additional three, a whole hand a singular finger from the other were pointed out from the forest to the sky people, a warning.

Tsu'tey's gaze lingered on the sky people, his chest rising with a slow, controlled breath. Mēing's eyes never left his, her expression a quiet plea for caution.

His gaze fell, his eyes drifting to the ground as he struggled to contain his emotions. Mēing's stare alone weakened him, a reminder of the impossible odds they faced.

A slow exhale escaped his nostrils, and his shoulders sagged in defeat, placing back the knife to the sheath.

As they watched the sky people moved on with their forbidden lives, the silence was strong between the once friends, both couldn't look at each other, agree to disagree.

Tomorrow will be another day. They hoped.

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goatgot5566 · 2 years ago

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MHVerse RP with friends

(This is a story pretty much-) It has been years since The Bad planned anything big and aside from their various attacks on villages outside the kingdom walls of Haven, it almost seemed... peaceful. Though it wasn't. They were up to something wicked, something that'll change the kingdom forever. Nightmare, The Warlock of Darkness, was cooped up in an awful (as in creepy) house. It wasn't much of a sight, discerning to all who wonder these woods. It was like a shack, covered in rotting wood and surrounded by swamps known to drive people insane (cough cough, the anti-void). Here no one visits, isolated from hunters but deeply infested with monsters. Which all, if not terrified of, obey this warlock...

Here, Nightmare was planning a huge plan to take over Haven and finally get what he wants. The Apple of Positivity

Nightmare: He was inside the shack for whole week, only to come out to demand more negativity across the land...

Horror: Of course the lack of seeing his boss eating gave him concerning feelings. Horror tried offer Night food, only to get no response. In the end, Horror agreed to help spread the negativity his boss demands to fuel themselves (edited)

JackieArtz — Today at 7:56 AM

Killer stood by the door leaning against it gently. His eye drooped as hate dripped from his sockets. He has the stupid grin. He was just listening to what his boss might be saying or he was just staring really now

Killer: not gonna talk? Yell? Scream? Hit us? Scold? How about scowl? Come on you gotta at least give us that

JakeFiber — Today at 7:58 AM

Dust was sorta just taking up space at this point. He felt lost with all this inactivity. He wanted so badly to just go out and feed. And of course he did just that whenever nightmare required them to go out and cause negativity but the lack of a constant stream of murder left him uneasy

Dust: Forget all that you damn masochist…I just wanna get out there and cause some mayhem again…

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:00 AM

Horror: He sat near one of the windows, that were blocked with wood panels, in attempt to spy on Nightmare. he was visibly concerned. He didn't care about the lack of scolding or hayhem... he wants his boss out and healthy He hasn't been eating... (edited)

JackieArtz — Today at 8:02 AM

Killer: that's not what I'm worried about he took a knife off his belt night! Come ooonnnn none of us has done anything! At all! What are u doing in that head of yours? he paced back and forth

JakeFiber — Today at 8:05 AM

Dust:he sat there staring at the ground. He saw a small beetle crawling by his food. He quickly snagged it, crushing it in his hand, it’s juices and insides spilling through his boney fingers

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:09 AM

Nightmare: After three minutes, their boss slammed the shack's door open, causing the building to shake. Nightmare looked tired, sweaty, and psycho, more than Dust looks. I did it! Finally! The mission can finally be completed! *His aura was seeping with vile intentions, tentacles of mist flickering along the doorframe*

Horror: He glances over at Nightmare, not moving from his sitting position ?

JackieArtz — Today at 8:12 AM

Killer: He's baaaaackkk! We were wondering what you were doing he tossed his knife up and down what mission?

JakeFiber — Today at 8:15 AM

Dust: Just have us do something please. I can’t stand waiting around like this…

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:23 AM

Nightmare: A tentacle grabs Killer's knife, flinging into the ground. The motion of the knife being tossed seemed to bother him right now THE PLAN! THE MISSION! The one where we destroy those no good Hunters and my stupid brother, Haven will be our's and no one can stop us! He chuckles, gripping the staff in his right hand... and now that he's closer to Killer, he appears shorter-

Horror: He stood up from his spot, walking to take place for a better view what Nightmare is doing

Nightmare: He looks over at Dust, hearing his complaints. Nm breaths heavily, exhausted from all the work he done Yes, right, energy. Go, go bring back dust and blood of the dead, I don't care who you terrorize, just go out there and burn a village down. Don't kill all the villagers this time, im straving (edited)

JakeFiber — Today at 8:25 AM

Dust:a cold and sinister smirk grew on the vampire’s face. You got it boss~ I’ll make them s c r e a m for you~ he zipped into the night at a rapid pace

JackieArtz — Today at 8:26 AM

Killer:he picked up his knife again before standing straight. His wings poked out from his cape and what do you want us to do boss?

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:28 AM

Nightmare: He leaned against his staff I need you to find Cross, you as well Horror. I require his assistant on knowledge. After that, Ill tell you all about the plan he yawns for now, I must rest... And just like that, he leans against his staff and falls asleep, clearly tuckered out

JackieArtz — Today at 8:36 AM

Killer: cross..? fine he spread his wings and flew off

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:37 AM

Horror: He looked up at Killer, sighing and followed on foot Why don't I have wings...

[8:37 AM]

(To someone? Good??

JakeFiber — Today at 8:38 AM

(shall we go to cross and cc now?

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:38 AM

(ye

JakeFiber — Today at 8:41 AM

Meanwhile, in a nearby village, cross and cc were laying low inside a busy tavern, hoods draped out their heads to keep them from being identified.

Cross:I hate this…we shouldn’t have to lay low like cowards. How much farther until we make it to the capital?

Cc:Oh we still got a ways to go cross. But I guess that’s just the repercussions of betraying nightmare. We have no choice but to lay low. Any monster loyal to that damn warlock is no doubt looking for us right now.

Cross:Let me remind you that it was your damn idea to betray him…he scolded a little, death glaring cc

Cc:Oh c’mon he was getting us nooowhere. We woulda been better off working for a damn tree. You know it’s true and you know deep down that you’re glad we got out of there…he said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat

Cross:he grumbled Still…I hate having to lay low like this…

JackieArtz — Today at 8:47 AM

Truth:they walked into the tavern. With tc following behind. They sat down near cross and cc

Tc:heavy metallic sounds were made when they stepped. Steam coming from their arm they had their hood up their glowing red eye scanned around the room

Truth: how far are we from the capital?

Tc: pretty far still but we should get there on time

JakeFiber — Today at 8:49 AM

Cc:he glanced over at the two strangers that just walked into the bar Hear that…? Seems like we’re not the only ones laying low~

Cross:Yeah yeah…I get it. Ur right and I’m wrong…let’s just drop it…

Cc:he suddenly stood up walking over towards tc and truth

Cross:wtf- where the hell are you going?! he whispered yelled

Cc:he sat down across from truth and tc Heya. Couldn’t help but overhear a conversation the two of you were having. Seems like we’re in the same boat. I’m cc btw.

JackieArtz — Today at 8:50 AM

Tc: they looked up at cc tc and yeah, you heading to the capital too?

Truth: truth..

Tc:they pulled the hood off holding their hand out pleasure to meet you

JakeFiber — Today at 8:51 AM

Cc:he did the same, shaking their hand Tc huh? That’s a nice name…and yeah…me and my uh…”partner” over there are on our way to the capital too…

JackieArtz — Today at 8:53 AM

Tc: thanks we could travel together if u want we are taking a short cut could always use a hand

JakeFiber — Today at 8:54 AM

Cc:Sounds good to me…he looked over at cross who was still glaring at him. He motioned him over. He heard the skeleton let out an audible sigh before taking a seat beside cc

JackieArtz — Today at 8:55 AM

Truth: they stared off clearly blind pleasure to meet you 2 we are off to meet dream especially after that attack-

Tc: ah truth we just met them they don't need to know our story.. they glared

Truth: your too walled off tc they took a drink of water

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:56 AM

(Truth: I just met you, so Ima tell you everything I know)

JackieArtz — Today at 8:56 AM

(I'm tell you everything I ever expirenced

Ggff5566 — Today at 8:57 AM

(Let u tell about my childhood in full detail

[8:57 AM]

(and like, no detail because they're blind XD

JakeFiber — Today at 8:57 AM

Cross:Woah hold on, back up real quick. Did you say dream…? As in the legendary hunter?

Cc:he looked a little dumbfounded Isn’t that nightmares b-

Cross:he quickly covered cc’s mouth What do you two have to do with him?

JackieArtz — Today at 8:57 AM

(HAHAH

[8:58 AM]

Truth: well recently we been requested to help out or more or less a meeting core set us off there

Tc: We work for core for the most part but since core and dream have a partnership Goin on we just going to meet a friend really

JakeFiber — Today at 9:01 AM

Cross:Where are they? Are they in the capital too?

Cc:he raised an eyebrow, wondering why the hell cross cares so much about Dream’s whereabouts

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:01 AM

(He wants that Dreamussy)

JackieArtz — Today at 9:02 AM

Tc: dream is at the capital obviously but core is off in their own save village as to where? Classified

JakeFiber — Today at 9:03 AM

Cross:Ok…you said you had a quick route to the capital right? We’ll accompany you there, if you don’t mind…

JackieArtz — Today at 9:04 AM

Tc: sure we should get going as soon as possible then they helped truth up if you don't mind?

JakeFiber — Today at 9:05 AM

Cross:I mean…we aren’t exactly doing anything so…might as well go now…

JackieArtz — Today at 9:06 AM

Tc: just follow us then they walked out

Truth: I can't wait to see them again

Tc: I can do without seeing ink..

Truth: whats wrong with him?

Tc: you didn't just ask me that seriously did u?

JakeFiber — Today at 9:08 AM

Cross:his eyesockets widened a little when they mentioned ink. He clenched his fist a little

Cc:Easy. he said whispering in cross’s non existent ear They’re our golden ticket to the capital. They seem like they know many people who can keep us safe too..

Cross:I know it’s just…if I ever have to see that damn idiot again…idk what I’ll do.

Cc:Well save it for when we get there, alright idiot?

JackieArtz — Today at 9:09 AM

Tc:they pulled their hood back up covering their entire face besides their eye which just glew red

Truth: did the 2 of you say something..?

JakeFiber — Today at 9:10 AM

Cc:Uh…it’s um…classified…

Cross:Yeah…r e a l l y classified…

JackieArtz — Today at 9:11 AM

Truth:...ok

Tc: so..small talk sucks

Truth: what conversation starter is that??? Why are u guys heading to the capital?

JakeFiber — Today at 9:15 AM

Cc:Look, just cuz you told us your life story doesn’t mean we have to. We aren’t a threat if that’s what you’re concerned about.

JackieArtz — Today at 9:18 AM

Tc: fair they nudged Truth shaking their head a bit

Truth: ow..I was just asking..

Tc: come on I didn't even nudge you that hard!

Truth: they shook Tc's arm metal

Tc: right anyways sorry about that cc don't mean to intrude (edited)

JakeFiber — Today at 9:24 AM

Cc:It’s fine…look…maybe down the road…we’ll tell you everything…but for now all we ask is that you trust us..

Cross:he stayed silent. He was never really good at negotiation like cc was. He hated cc’s manipulative side but damn did it have its uses at times

JackieArtz — Today at 9:26 AM

Tc: alright I can understand that but you understand why one would have suspicions you seem the type to understand that much they looked back at cc a bit seems like they were trying to read him

Truth:they just listened into the conversation not like they could do anything else. It was until they heard shuffling behind us someone's following us I suggest we speed up they are a bit farther behind us but it's better safe than sorry

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:30 AM

(Its the mailman, he's after ya. run

JakeFiber — Today at 9:31 AM

Cc:he obliged with Truth’s request, picking up the pace a little. He figured nightmare and his forces would come looking for them eventually

Cross:he stayed on guard, his hands close to his daggers

JackieArtz — Today at 9:32 AM

Tc:they summoned their shield with daggers at the end.

Truth:they kept listening in trying to pinpoint what It is big..it's a big person I think..? they sped up a bit

JakeFiber — Today at 9:34 AM

Cross:his eyes darted around extremely fast. The description that truth mentioned perfectly matched a monster he got to know all too well.

Cc:he let out a small gulp, readying his shield and sword

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:35 AM

(This my cue?

JakeFiber — Today at 9:35 AM

(Ye

JackieArtz — Today at 9:35 AM

*the only reason they aren't picking up on killer is bc he's in the air))

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:37 AM

Horror: For such a big monster, he hid well, but I guess not well enough. Horror sensed their unease and decided to strike now. His club with a single metal spike going through the top was thrown towards the group. Horror had emerged from shrubs, his single maroon eye beating with slight bloodlust (edited)

JackieArtz — Today at 9:39 AM

Truth: they summoned the force field

Killer:he appeared right behind truth impressive you can pick up on horror from a mile away but not me who was a whole lot closer

Truth:their eyes widened as they quickly turned around

JakeFiber — Today at 9:41 AM

Cc:they lunged into the air, bashing killer away with their shield

Cross:he quickly pulled out his daggers, charging towards Horror, wall jump side to side before striking at his face

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:43 AM

Horror: He leaned away from the daggers, barely avoiding the attack. Horror ran full force into Cross, in attempt to pin him against a nearby wall Easy Crossy, just wanna chat! A hint of malicious in the words

JackieArtz — Today at 9:45 AM

Killer:he backed up oh you little shit- but it's true we just wanted to scare ya~ we need to talk

JakeFiber — Today at 9:46 AM

Cross:Gah! he struggled a little What the hell is there even to talk about?!

Cc: he took a few deep breaths

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:47 AM

Horror: He grabbed Cross by the collar of his shirt and slammed him harshly into the ground next, going to remove the daggers off his person Boss needs ya he chuckled

JackieArtz — Today at 9:48 AM

Killer: true we just need you to give us some information~

Tc:they went to go fight but truth held them still

JakeFiber — Today at 9:48 AM

Cross:he suddenly plunged his daggers into horror’s palms, shoving them in handle deep Tell your boss to go fuck himself. he free’d himself from horror’s grasp

JackieArtz — Today at 9:49 AM

Tc:they pushed truth off a bit dashing towards horror to make him back up

Truth:they took the opportunity to make a forcefield ti separate them

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:51 AM

Horror: Argh! He stepped back, holding his hurt palm, blood spilling from his bones Wished ya stayed with us, Cross. Missed havin' ya around. Just come with us, short chat with the boss, no mor' harm Horror finds his club he'd thrown, taking back onto his person

JackieArtz — Today at 9:52 AM

Killer: come on no hard feelings sure your friends here didn't know who ya work for doubt they trust ya now~

JakeFiber — Today at 9:52 AM

Cross:Tsk. Right…like I’d believe that anything involved with nightmare wouldn’t bring me harm.

Cc: Yeah. You’ll probably tie us up and kill us once our usefulness runs out. And we were…gonna tell them eventually…he looked off to the side

JackieArtz — Today at 9:54 AM

Tc:they stared for a bit

Truth:..they thought for a minute

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:54 AM

Horror: Promise, cross (pun) me gem and hope to dust He grins That we won't harm ya. Besides... boss wants you alive. Rather not cause issues here and now, unless you want it the hard way... (edited)

JackieArtz — Today at 9:55 AM

Killer: I personally don't get why but he doesn't seem like he's mad...much

[9:57 AM]

(Anyways I'm here at kings island now so If I stop responding that why)

JakeFiber — Today at 9:57 AM

Cross:…Fine…but I do this last thing for you guys and then I’ll be gone. You’ll never see me or look for me again…deal?

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:57 AM

(thats fine

JakeFiber — Today at 9:57 AM

(Aight

JackieArtz — Today at 9:57 AM

Killer: deal~ I don't think he cares for the kid he only said cross

Ggff5566 — Today at 9:57 AM

Horror: He hums

JakeFiber — Today at 9:59 AM

Cross:he took a deep breath Alright cc…go on to the capital without me…

Cc:What- No! I’m not just gonna leave you! I maybe an asshole but I’m not just gonna abandon you!

Cross:Listen…if I don’t make it back…atleast I know that you have somewhat of a future for yourself still…so just go…

Cc:he teared up a little, wiping them away God damnit…he looked over at truth and tc

JackieArtz — Today at 10:00 AM

Tc:they nodded slowly frowning under the hood seems like they didn't mind cc coming along both truth and tc obviously felt bad

Ggff5566 — Today at 10:03 AM

Horror: He waits to escort Cross back to their base

JakeFiber — Today at 10:03 AM

Cross: Alright…let’s just go already…

JackieArtz — Today at 10:06 AM

Killer: good~

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oitommothetease · 4 years ago

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Invisible String (4/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Word Count: 2.6k words

Warning: 18+ (discussion of assault, nervous breakdown, anxiety attack, just don’t read this whole series if you are a kid)

You woke up to a night of dreamless sleep like you always did, but then the events of the previous night hit you. You wished it was a dream, but one look in the mirror and a bruise running along your cheek was enough to confirm. Not only that, but you remembered asking your boss to stay over, but you didn't expect him to. The blanket on your living room’s couch and the bowl of fruits and a glass of juice situated out for you on the kitchen counter proved that he did stay.

And then the reality sunk in, you have a decision to make. You can either go to the cops or let that guy get away. The latter sounded not so great, but you knew going to the cops isn't going to be great either. You've seen enough detective shows to know that. You've had enough, and you just wanted to forget it.

What did Mr. Barnes mean when he said you were going to talk about this? Are you supposed to visit him before work? Is he going to come to your place?

You decided to work on your book but ended up not being able to concentrate, so you started watching a show and fell asleep while watching it. Maybe some Chinese take-out could make you feel better. It didn't. Nothing made you feel better. You wished you had some friends in this new town because you didn't want to burden your work friends.

After a horrible day of trying to cope, when you finally made your way to the club, you noticed the security was increased. Usually, security guards weren't present inside the club, but today it was different. Everyone was so vigilant and you felt a little safer. If you didn't know any better, you'd think Mr. Barnes did it for you, but again he would have done the same thing for any other employee.

"Boss wants to see you," Pietro told you. You were about to head for Clint's office when the blond twin spoke again and pointed his finger towards the stairs." The boss."

Okay, well maybe playing naïve couldn't avoid this meeting, so you slowly walked upstairs. How bad could this go, it's not like he saw you in your most vulnerable state? Oh, wait, he did.

You knocked on his office door, wanting to rip the band-aid and get over with it.

"Hey," you said, faking a smile. "Thanks for getting me home last night and for breakfast today. I didn't even know I had fruits and juice at home because let's be honest, I'm a toast and coffee kinda gal."

Mr. Barnes didn't say anything, he just looked at you as if you were a confusing puzzle that he couldn't solve. He raised a hand towards the seat in front of him and you took it, nervously fiddling with your fingers under the table.

“You do that a lot, you know?” he asked, it wasn't a question, it was merely an observation.

“What?”

“Deflecting a serious issue by using a joke.” Mr. Barnes observed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What are you? My therapist?”

He arched an eyebrow, indicating that you were literally doing the thing he pointed out.

"Yeah, well, it's called having a healthy coping mechanism. You should try getting one, brooding is only gonna help you this far."

"It's not healthy if you're not dealing with it," Mr. Barnes pointed out.

You scoffed in incredulity and you felt very, very attacked.

What is it? Attacking y/n day?, you thought.

"Anyway, I think I want to press charges," You changed the subject to a more serious conversation to avoid him calling you out on your bullshit.

"Okay, I understand.”

“You do?” You asked, bewilderment clearly written all over your face. “I mean, letting an employee go to the cops is not gonna be great for your club's reputation and yours too. And, you know, considering the shady business, you do-”

"What exactly do you think we do?" He asked.

And that's when it hit you, you didn't know what he did or mob bosses do in general. All your knowledge about it came from movies and Wattpad, both of them are not a great place to gain knowledge.

“What exactly do you do?” you pondered.

He obviously wasn't expecting you to directly ask him, nobody has directly asked him or even made it known that they are aware of his work. It was kind of like a silent pact that everybody signed for, everybody except you, apparently.

“Um, you know, I've been working for almost 2 weeks here now, and I haven't seen any drugs around here, so it's obviously not drugs. You don't look like the sex trafficking types-”

"Jesus, woman!" He exclaimed, offended by your assumptions.

"Then just tell me what you do."

You expected him to tell you something, but he just kept looking at you with a face void of emotions.

"Fine, don't tell me," you mumbled, raising your hands dramatically in defeat.

“So you don't mind me ruining your reputation by going to the cops?”

“I told you I don't care. Your safety is my utmost priority,” your face might have given away the surprise you felt because he quickly backpedaled. ”I mean, the safety of my employees.”

“The safety of my employees is my utmost priority,” he told you, providing an extra emphasis on the word employees. “Anyway, one of my people would take you to the police station near-"

You cut him off immediately.

"No, you can't tell anyone else. I don't want everyone hopping on the pity train. I'm already ashamed that you know about it," you pleaded but your voice was firm, telling him that this was not up for a discussion.

At this, his eyes and features softened. Bucky didn't want you to feel guilty or ashamed for somebody else's actions, but clearly, you did.

"Okay, then I can take you. You just had to explain to the officer last night’s events, and they'll ask you to recognize Rumlow and then we can-"

Mr. Barnes’s voice faded into the background when it finally hit you.

"You know what, I changed my mind. It's too much. I don't want to press charges anymore. I didn't think this through," you backtracked. You did think this through, but now all the factors were adding up in your brain. You'd have to explain the details to a cop who is probably going to be another man and a stranger, and then they'd ask you to identify the guy. You didn't think you had it in you to face him. At least not now.

He interpreted your thought process and promptly changed the topic. "Okay, we can work with whatever you want, and at least let Peter escort you home after work."

"What? No!” You quickly declined.

“It's for your own safety,” Bucky tried to reason. He wasn't letting you get off this easily.

“I'm a strong, independent woman and I'm not scared of anything.”

That was a lie. You were scared of many things like heights, dark, spiders, confrontation and the list goes on and on.

You remembered all the lectures your mom gave you telling you that women should be scared because men are monsters, and you'd lose your honor if you are reckless and some other patriarchal crap that you didn't pay attention to. But you weren't scared, you were just always careful. You'd always put the keys between your knuckles when you went home alone. In your previous job, you used to laugh it off whenever your coworkers made a sexist joke. You'd ignore the subtle shoulder touch that your previous boss did. You told yourself that this is what it takes to make it. If you were to run away every time someone eyed you in a wrong way, then you'd spend your whole life running.

Women usually shrug this behavior off as it is what is, but the truth is it shouldn't be like this.

“Please, I insist.”

“I'm very capable of taking care of myself. Just because one bad incident happened doesn't mean I'll fucking break!” You stated, your voice louder than your regular voice to get across your point.

That was also a lie. You were walking on a thin line and you were ignoring your emotions. You were one outburst away from a breakdown, and you just couldn't bring yourself to feel anything.

Mr. Barnes tried to call your name, but you were already bolting out of his office.

You needed a drink. No, fuck that. You needed multiple drinks. It wasn't exactly wise to get drunk during work, but it couldn't get any shittier than this, right?, you thought.

Right?

Wrong. It could get way shittier than this. Now it was almost midnight, you were kind of tipsy, and you could see two Mr. Stark, your regular customer, in front of you.

Did he have a twin? Is he and his twin brother one of those identical twins that dress up the same? Because that's what it looked like.

“Earth to y/n," Mr. Stark said, or was it his twin? It was getting hard to keep track anymore.

And that's when you noticed.

“Holy, Shit. You're triplets, Mr. Stark," you announced.

"Okay, kid, close my tab.”

“Hey, y/n. Are you okay?” Peter asked, noticing the concerned look Mr. Stark gave him before leaving.

“Yes, I'm fine. Absolutely fine.”

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Turns out you were not fine. You've been pretty much hammered for the past week, and you could barely get a sentence out without giggling or slurring. Your colleagues took notice of your state and whenever someone pointed it out, you'd just shrug it off as a bad day or a bad week. There was no concept of time in your drunk state.

You couldn't concentrate on your book, you could barely look at someone without squinting, and you've been eating takeout and leftovers for the past few days.

James would have fired if someone working under him was this irresponsible, but he knew your reasons. He knew you clearly weren't coping with the trauma well. Your work ethics were shoved down the trash that even Clint asked why you weren't fired yet.

Bucky didn't want to talk to you, he thought that maybe giving you some space would do you good, but clearly it wasn't working. Usually, the mob boss didn't interfere in the affairs of his employees, it was Clint's job, but when you smashed a bottle on the head of a customer, he had to interject.

“I TOLD THIS FUCKER NO!” you yelled, Peter’s hand around your middle from behind. Another empty beer bottle was in your hand, ready to be smashed across the face of the drunk dude in front of you.

Pietro and Wanda were enjoying the show. Peter, being the peace lover he is, held you back when you smashed a bottle across a drunk customer's face. Even though Peter was younger than you, he was stronger, and he was not only holding you back but also himself. He didn't want to cause a scene and that is why he was mulling comforting words in your ear like, he's not worth it, you're gonna kill this guy.

Damn right I am, you thought.

It was ironic because everyone in that club had killed someone except you.

When Bucky walked into the room, the drunk guy turned towards him and pointed at you. ”You are hiring crazy bitches now? Just called her baby girl and she went psycho!!!”

Bucky didn't understand what was happening. He told the security guards to take that man outside his club and he walked towards you. He firmly yet gently took a hold of your left arm, signaling Peter to let go of you. Without a word, he started walking in the direction of his office, dragging you along with him.

Once near his office, he lightly yanked your hand and shoved you inside, making you stand in front of him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he inquired, having had enough of your incompetence.

You were seething with rage. "Wrong with me? I told him no, but he didn't listen."

Bucky stepped forward, his anger dissipating into sympathy. " I know, he mumbled, "and I'm so-"

"No, you don't know!" you yelled, body trembling and tears welling up in your eyes. "I told him no multiple times, I even tried to push him off me, but he just kept coming back."

Bucky's eyes furrowed in confusion. He didn't understand your words, the drunk customer didn't touch you. And that's when he realized, you weren't talking about the drunk customer. He cognized that the drunk guy purely triggered something that you've been suppressing for days now. Bucky was aware that you needed to get it out of your system to cope healthily.

“I told him no, you know? But he just wouldn't listen,” you stated, trying to convince yourself that you didn't lead him on. ”And he was so…. so strong and… and then he hit me and everything just went blur, I couldn't see but... but I could still feel him with me.”

Not realizing that you were not in that place anymore, you wrapped your hand around yourself to seek some sort of protection and comfort, bottom lip quivering, the welled up traitorous tears were streaming down your face and all you could think about was that night.

“I… I can't get his touch out,” you stammered. ” I shower, multiple times a day, but I still can't get his touch out.”

With that, you broke down completely and shattered on the floor, sobbing ferociously. Your knees ached because of the position you were situated in, but the emotional pain was enough to overshadow the physical one.

For once in his lifetime, Bucky did not know what to do. Cautiously, he made his way towards you and knelt down in front of you. He did not know what to say or do to make you feel better.

You launched your body towards him, snaking your arms around his shoulder to settle on his neck as if he was the only thing grounding you. You lurched onto him like he was your anchor, and maybe he was. It took a minute for Bucky to register your actions, and when he did, he wrapped his arms around your middle and closed the minuscule distance separating you.

He surprised himself with the way one of his hands automatically reached for your hair and whispered words of comfort in your ear. He caught you as you crumpled physically and emotionally.

”You're going to be okay, doll,” he whispered and kissed your temple with sincerity. ”I will make sure of that.”

The second part was barely audible, it wasn't meant for you, it was a promise he made to himself.

Bucky held you tightly yet gently while you sobbed on his shoulder.

He didn't know how long he held you, it felt like an eternity to him with the way he could feel the guilt and rage inside him. When you passed out in his arms, he gently placed you on one of the comfortable couches in his office and draped a blanket around you that he had for when he would work late at night.

An office chair might not be the most ideal place to spend the night in, but it didn't matter to Bucky. All that mattered was you.

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tiens-letters · 4 years ago

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butterflies flutter even in the most bloodstained of battlefields

Xiao (angst)

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It was one of those nights again.

Where all was serene, creatures alike basking in the tranquility of the world once the moon above floats over the existence of everything. To where wars stopped for rest and yet one soul amongst many had no time to do so.

"Alatus." what a familiar name he thinks as he floats around in the void, the darkness to which seemed not consume him just like before and then he wondered where he is right now is the place of all endings. It was pure nothingness and it seemed more comforting than the land he was supposed to protect, riddled with war and the ever evolving generations of humanity.

If this was the end then so be it, he wouldnt ask for more. He could finally rest his weary head and think and replay all the good days while awaiting reincarnation and he prayed. He hoped for a better rebirth and into a place of peace.

"Alatus." there was it again, the name he's forgot during the spoils of war. A name he thought he'd never hear again or even spoken by someone's lips.

"Wake up please." but his eyes were fully open, his body aware and yet he felt alienated, out of place. He realizes that his skin never felt a thing and only the harrowing reality that this place was a farce.

As if it were the clue to the puzzle, the darkness broke and fell apart into a field, marred with bodies piled atop each other, the red sun above blessing those under it the horrors of a never ending terror that scorched their skin and drove them towards the brink of madness. His polearm, sullied with grime and blood. It felt heavy, like the burden he carries upon his shoulders. A little bit more and he would have lost himself too. He stood above it all and looked at the vast battlefield before him, the very nightmare he's always experienced. Just he himself standing, alone and cold, the suffocating air heavy with the stench of tarnished blood.

There were no grassy fields with a clear sky nor the old and ancient land of liyue that he grew up in and fought for.

A lone butterfly dances in the midst of it all, his body weightless as he followed it. Wondering why it called out to him in a silent way yet its presence itself made him feel at ease. Perhaps this was his salvation from being damned to this world, a small glowing butterfly. He wanted to touch it but he felt undeserving to for such an action, he might curse it as well. His eyes was set alone on its fluttering feat, not noticing the bodies he walked past nor the souls that called out to him.

And then it burst into a million, pieces of light, engulfing him in its warmth.

He welcomed it.

"Xiao!" he gasps, like his very first breath into existence and then he could feel everything there is and there was.

That's right, there was still you, beautiful eyes fully blown into worry, that face of your torn into agony at the thought of him never waking up next to you. Not feeling his skin upon your and his lips gracing your immortal soul.

You embraced him with relief, clutching his body that was filled with nightmare tremors.

"Thank you." he whispers against your neck, the sweat from his forehead sticking to you skin and you didnt care. Even if you both were covered in dirt or grime, even if both of you were tarnished by blood, nothing mattered except that you both are breathing and feeling.

"I thought Ive lost you in that wasteland, Alatus."

He kisses you with all he has, all the pent up emotions he could never say, all the love he feels for you was conveyed into actions, those hands that held a weapon of war now cupping your cheeks and all you could ever feel was his deeply rooted affection towards you. it was as if to remind him that you were still there, the sole reminder of a better world. a better life.

You who he's dedicated his heart to and not anyone else. the first of everything. sure it was a bumpy ride in the beginning as he was like a newborn babe to the emotions such as love and joy but as time took every step, the road seemed to smoothen by its grace and it became easier to approach these newfound feelings. you were glad to be blessed by the geo archon to have a long life so that you can offer your all to the land you helped protect and build and now to the man before you. Your dearly torn Alatus.

"Rest well my dear."

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It was truly the end of the line.

Everywhere was in utter chaos, modern Liyue now fraught to ruin as an ancient God had been awakened, one you thought had been sealed away and the demons you guardians once kept away came bounding back tenfold and hungry for blood and destruction. The city that has been built from the ground crumbled , as you fought once again, just like all those years ago side by side with your comrades. People were dying as you strived to protect every single soul with your hands and just like before, several others dropped to your feet, lifeless and tossed apart like a rag doll.

You were tiring, sharp movements turned sluggish as you tore down anything evil that you came across, you prayed to whichever good god was still alive that the people had run to safety so that you could unleash your last card. A trick you've vowed to never use again as long as you are alive and the situation permits it so and yet you've run out of time. if you didnt do this now then everything would really turn to ash and nothing would bloom ever again.

Standing in the middle of the onslaught of monsters that never seemed to end, gnashing teeth nipped at your barrier only to be repelled back by a force that seemed to lose its energy. You sighed, the last ever peace you'll get to feel as the karma pushed you over the edge.

"Xiao." and as soon his name poured out your lips did he appear, an urgent look in his eyes as he slashed down any monster that came near.

"Its time." his mouth hung open, unable to find the right words to counter you, how could he? when duty was above everything, especially in the relationship you both had that bloomed from the most ancient of days. Liyue came first above all else, that was what you swore as Morax blessed you on the day of your early death. You were thankful to him that he's allowed you to live even with the price of servitude.

"Thirty seconds." was all he could muster up to say from all the torrential words that swarmed his head. just thirty seconds of peace with you was all he wanted before you walk the remaining steps towards the end.

"Alright." there was peace as you allowed it, nothing from outside was heard only the ragged breathes that came from both of your lungs. There were no monsters only two immortal beings that longed for peace, and in those weary eyes was hope for a tomorrow.

"I love you." he whispers pulling you close, those thirty seconds slowed as he held you tightly, his skin engraving the memory of you deep within. "I love you. Dont forget that."

"Even if I pass on, you will always be in my heart. Even if time goes on, your name remains on my lips. Even if everything crumbles, you in your own self will always be with me as I am with you. So my dear, my dear sweet Alatus, dont you ever cry when you wake up tomorrow to an empty bed, dont look for me when all Ive ever been is right beside you. Instead, rejoice for there is another day you get to experience for the both of us and if time allows us once again, which I am confident it will. I will find you just as you've found me."

this was your parting vow.

your peaceful barrier broke and once again you were back in the cruel reality you faced and will face till your death. Your lips find his and for the last time in this life, you poured every ounce of you in it. Your eyes had no tears and only hope and acceptance as you broke away.

"I love you." and then that was the end of your own book.

Billions upon billions of butterflies burst from you, touching every dirty, disgusting thing, purging it off this world once and for all. Your duty was fulfilled, your contract has ended and now you are free. There was nothing to worry about except to wait for the right time to find you way back to him.

Now, everything was at peace again.

Xiao, the man you've left behind for the time being stood alone once again with a single butterfly perched atop his forehead.

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i will get to the requests after a few days. Please bear with my low creativity juice and dwindling will to can.

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years ago

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Okay but imagine this: You're a knight hunting for what you thought were the last of the orcs. You follow the few footsteps into a cave. When you reach deep enough you've realized your mistake. It was a trap. One orc you could easily strike down with an arrow until another one comes from behind. You find yourself in a cave, naked and sandwiched between not one but two orcs (stucky) stretching you to the max. Your legs flail with each violent thrust. There's a prominent belly bulge too.

Ok, I didn't expect this to happen, but here it is 🙈

Pairing: orc!Stucky x knight!Reader

Warnings: non-con, obsession, overstimulation, breeding, allusion to kidnapping.

Words: 726

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You're exhausted to the point you can barely understand what's happening: your head is empty, but your womb is full of orcs' seed; all you feel is hot, muscled bodies of two nasty orcs, covered in sweat and mix of their cum and your juices. You don't know what they've done to your body since your ass and pussy would never take their scary 10 inches cocks, but now your holes are stretched just perfectly around them, sucking them in despite being full of hot sticky seed. Fuck, you're spent to the point you can't even move your tongue, but orcs keep going again and again. Apparently, all those stories about their stamina were true.

You've never been kissed so deeply before, but you like it when one of these monsters stuffs your mouth with his long, slimy tongue, licking yours, claiming your mouth till you can't breathe and your eyes roll down to the back of your skull. His cock tears your asshole apart, and you like it so fucking much.

The other orc leaves his marks on your neck, though you don't think there's a place that they have missed, covering your skin in hickeys, bruises and a few bite marks they left when you tried fighting them. Other orc's cock is buried in your abused core to the hilt, cum constantly leaking out of it.

"Bucky, I wanna have her." The orc with blonde hair whispers gently, kissing you on the lips and caressing your cheek.

The other one smirks: you can feel it on your skin. "But she's such a brat. You wanna have a bratty wife?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna teach her how to be good to us." Steve murmurs against your lips, his warm chest pressed into your back. "You gonna be good, honey? Tell Bucky you'll be a good girl for him."

You don't think how you ended up here, sandwiched between two monsters with their huge, fat cocks inside your holes; you don't remember being a proud knight sent to clear this cave from orcs, filthy disgusting creatures you swore to banish from these lands to protect your king. The only thing on your mind is how nice these monsters fill you up, rubbing all the right spots, making you cum your brains out while they pleasure you again and again. Yes, your belly is round and heavy with their seed, but it's alright, you think. Maybe you'd give birth to a couple of pretty little orclings, what's wrong with that?

"I'll be your good girl." You mewl, your tongue barely moving when Bucky forces his hips forward particularly hard, thrusting his cock so deep inside your pussy you come again with your mouth open. Grinning, orc gives you a deep kiss, too, pinching your poor nipples he and Steve sucked so much as if you already have milk.

"That's why a woman should never be a knight, sweetheart." He laughs, caressing your hair and smiling to Steve. "Your place is the sack, you see? Shit, look at that dumb bitch's face, Steve, we've fucked her silly."

Dark haired orc makes you take out your tongue and licks just its tip, slowly sucking it inside his mouth and feeling how small it is comparing to his, licking his tusks. Your cunt is milking him again, and soon Bucky cums in you with a grunt, cursing and closing his eyes for a couple of seconds. Steve murmurs something softly in your ear and stills behind you, too, filling your ass up, shooting hot ropes of his sticky seed inside your abused hole. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you love it, you love it so much you wanna spend your life serving these monstrous cocks, having them stretch you wide and cum buckets in you, suck them every morning and every night, polish these heavy balls with your kitten tongue and-

"We're going to keep her." Bucky finally exhales, his hand gently cupping your bulging belly. "I wanna breed this bitch till she gives us plenty pretty kids."

"You gonna be a cute little mommy." Steve smiles warmly at you, his hand also on your sensitive belly as he strokes it lovingly, peppering the top of your head with kisses. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you, sweetheart. Just open your legs and be a good girl to the both of us."

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review-anon · 9 days ago

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Foreseeing the Future

Hey everyone! Happy New Year and hope this year would be kind to you!

I apologise for how gloomy my end of year message was but 2024 was not a good year for me so I didn't have a lot of reasons to be happy.

Review Anon? I thought we were still in December and you were cooped up in your office?

That's where I am now in the current arc, but this is now in the real time when that arc would have finished in Voidship time.

Anyway, assuming that event in 2024 doesn't repeat itself, I hope to be more productive this year as I will get more writing projects up and such.

That will have a serious post but for now, this is regarding the Sketches and Arcs currently. First the nature of Kana's Christmas Adventure.

Again assuming nothing happens, I plan to have that finish this month as my goals is to get the key plot points done. First I want to conclude the Void Juice plot within the arc, as we are getting near the end of that.

Next we will have the Christmas Concert/Dance which given how serious the Void Juice plot will get, is some needed relief. Then the trees can finally be put up which will in turn, lead to me leaving the office.

Where I would sadly, become the main antagonist, or I would have if the Void Juice didn't hijack antagonist status from me.

Imagine wanting to be the antagonist, but then some poison which feeds on people's inner demons and makes them go crazy becomes it instead.

To be fair, the Void Juice plotline was NOT planned.

Anyway, once I become the big grump, some other stuff will occur which resolves the conflict and then the arc will conclude.

All of that should be done by this month!

Okay...but you said I needed to be here specifically, so why did you bring me here Review Anon?

Ah right. As you guys know, Aliza is the Ultimate Foreseer and I decided rather then TELL you guys what potiential sketches/arcs are coming up this year...

I would have Aliza use her powers to SHOW you what is coming up!

B-but my powers only show the actual future 50% of the time!

Exactly and that is for me not a bug but a feature.

Aliza will show you 10 visions of upcoming sketches...but only 5 of them will be what is ACTUALLY coming...the other 5 are completely made up!

You guys will have to use your detective skills to figure out which ones are the real deal and which ones are real stinkers. And I'm not gonna make this easy!

Anyway I think the people know what to expect so Aliza! Do your...foreseeing thing with the orbs...

Okay...this is gonna take a lot out of me...

*Aliza produces her orb and starts to focus her powers on it, and soon the orb starts swirling muitiple colours as various visions come to life on it*

Vision 1: Voidship Titanic

*The shutters have closed down which seperates Review Anon and Kana from the monsters on the other side*

Phew....we can have some breathing space now...

How much breathing space can we even have?

A quarter of the Voidship is overrun by those monsters, the ship itself is being torn apart by a unknown force, people are dying left and right and I just lost Akemi to those things!

This is...all...my fault....

Vision 2: A Case of Too Many Hajimes

Okay so...we managed to sort out Finalverse's and A Student out of Time's Hajimes but...we still got three Hajimes to go through.

This is gonna be annoying as we also have Voidship's Hajime-

Actually...see as I'm the only Hajime left with normal eyes, I should be Voidship's Hajime, right?

Yeah you are so welcome back Voidship Hajime!

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queenmuzz · 3 years ago

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So, anyways, I saw something @liulyam had posted for Spardaverse a while back I DON'T KNOW HOW I MISSED THEIR WONDERFUL ART FORGIVE ME! Anyways, I saw specifically THIS piece of art, and it sent the brain juices into overdrive....

So, the same thing plays out everyday. Nero gets off the school bus and runs in, backpack flying, and tells his uncle excitedly about his day at school, before racing up the stairs to tell his dad the same thing, in the same adorably animated manner. Unfortunately, Vergil doesn’t respond the same way as Dante, sitting still, not even acknowledging that the boy is talking to him. Initially, Nero doesn’t mind, understanding his recently rescued father has been through a lot, and needs time and patience to recover. But as the months pass by, Dante notices that his nephew doesn’t run up the front steps as eagerly, his descriptions of school become shorter, paler. And most worryingly of all, Nero spends less and less time with Vergil, preferring to peek his head in the man’s room, sigh, and slowly make his way to his own room, closing the door sullenly.

“What’s going on Nero?” Dante takes the plunge and asks him one day, before the boy trudges up the stairs. “You haven’t been that rambunctious ball of energy lately.”

Nero kicks the worn hardwood floor. “It’s dad… I know you told me I need to be patient,” his face scrunches up at the word, it’s a thing he’s never been able to truly do. He’s definitely a Sparda boy. “But he just keeps ignoring me. He won’t talk, won’t even look at me. It’s like I don’t even exist! Maybe...maybe he doesn’t want me to exist-”

“Hey now!” Dante needs to nip this train of thought in the bud. He knows first hand where it can lead to. Had he not found Nero nearly nine years ago, while wandering the world, drinking up every bar’s entire inventory in a vain attempt to fill a void in his chest, who knows where he would have ended up? “Your dad...well, even without the stuff he’s been through, he was never much of a talker. Always preferred to have his actions speak for him.” “But that’s the thing, Uncle Dante!” Nero blurts out, close to tears. “He DOESN’T DO ANYTHING!!! He doesn’t care!” And with that, Nero bolts up the stairs, past Vergil’s room, not even checking up on him, and slams his bedroom door with such force, Eva’s portrait wobbles on the desk and tips over. Dante sighs, sets his mom back up, and slowly makes his way up the stairs. Not to Nero’s room; Dante knows better than to provoke that tiger cub when he’s in an ornery mood. It’s time to talk to his dad.

Vergil, or what’s left of him, is sitting in an oversized chair, the only one that fits his giant frame, facing the window, the only one in the place with a view. If he’s heard the ruckus (and Dante knows he has), he makes no indication that it affects him.

“Verg,” he calls out, “I know it's been rough, I know I piled on a lot of shit on you, the whole thing about having a kid and everything these past nine years. I’m not expecting you to just snap back to normal, and start insulting me like in the good old days, but…” Dante’s not good at this sort of thing. He’d rather Royal Guard his emotional turmoil. It used to be with alcohol, but now it’s with a cheery smile. “The kid needs a sign that you’re still there, you’re still fighting. I know you are, hell, you’re the one that helped me take down that bastard Mundus on Mallet Island. But that’s the thing, Nero’s only heard things that you’ve done, not seen them. You need to show him yourself, otherwise…” Vergil makes no motion, and even Dante, stubborn as he is, knows it’s fruitless to continue much more, “you’re gonna lose him too.” And then Dante heads back downstairs, to see if he can whip up a snack to bribe his nephew to come out of his lair. Strange, he swears he hears the rustle of fabric from Vergil’s room, as if his brother had just moved.

Nero sits at Dante’s desk, working on his math homework. It’s his least favourite thing, fractions. Uncle Dante is a whiz at them, and usually would be able to help him, but he’s gone out on an ‘Really quick, won’t be more than a half hour’ errand run. It’s been nearly two hours, and the only other adult here is his dad… so Nero is practically by himself.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Nero’s neck prick up, and he hears scrabbling at the front door. He’s still not allowed to go out with Uncle Dante or Auntie Lady on their hunts, but he knows what a demon feels like, especially when there are a lot of them. ESPECIALLY when they’re really powerful Instinctively, he grabs a chair, and wedges it underneath the door knob, and looks around in a panic. He’s never had to deal with a demon attack by himself before. He remembers his uncle has a case of weapons that he was told to NEVER touch beside the jukebox, but Nero figures that he can say sorry to his uncle later. He smashes the lock with a billiard ball, and yanks open the lid. He’s disappointed. He thought there would be a treasure trove of swords and guns, but all there are two swords, one red and one blue. But he doesn’t have much of a choice, and the whine of protesting wood ends with a thunderous CRASH, and demons pour through. “FIND THE HERETIC GOD SLAYER!” One says, before turning in Nero’s direction. Without much warning, it shrieks as it launches at him with razor sharp obsidian claws.

Nero might be little, but his uncle has trained him well. Whipping the two blades around, they connect the monster’s waist in a pincer move, and like a pair of scissors, bisect it in a shower of blood and ash. Nero swears he hears a voice (or is it two voices?) approvingly say, “Impressive!” but doesn’t have a chance to savour his very first demon kill as another demon comes at him, knocking him over. The reddish gold blade clatters away on the floor, way out of reach, not that it matters. Nero’s pinned to the ground by a skeletal foot, as the demon lifts a blade to impale him. He squeezes his eyes shut, preparing for the end.

The final blow never comes. Instead, he hears shriek, and the pressure on his chest instantly subsides. He opens his eyes, to see it stagger back, its decapitated head clattering to the floor. Its brethren likewise are either dead or dying, their high pitched screams shattering the glass in the jukebox.

Nero’s first thought is that his Uncle has finally come home, Dante’s come to save me! But what’s odd is that there’s no sound of Dante’s beloved Ebony and Ivory. And last he checked, his uncle never was able to shoot out blue ghostly blades that now impale most of the horde. But it doesn’t matter, because his uncle is here to save the day! That is, until he yelps as he’s quickly, but not roughly picked up and held as whoever holds him spirits him out of the building, the blue blade still clutched in his hand. Nero begins to panic, but hears a voice, almost like a croak, as if the vocal cords had been in disuse for years…

Nero

And even though the voice is harsh sounding, it's one of the most comforting things Nero’s ever heard.

Of course that half hour errand run would turn out to be three hours. But when he was promised a free pizza for clearing out that demon nest on the West side, Dante couldn’t say no. Besides, he’d pick up some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the way home as a way of apologising to Nero. The kid might be cross with him, but he’d forgive him the moment he smelled those chewy biscuits. Dante might even let him have more than half of the package.

So when he gets home to find his front door smashed open, his office trashed, and worst of all his jukebox shattered-wait no, worst of all, his nephew missing, all thoughts of pizza and cookies vanish from his mind as he rushes in, guns drawn. There’s no sign of life, but the black splatters of demonic ichor painting the walls shows that some real bad mojo went down here. The strangest thing though, is Agni, a weapon Dante was definitely sure he had under lock and key, laying there on the ground, alone.

“Alright, time to spill your guts” he yanks the blade up so that he’s at eye level with the pommel, “What the hell happened here?” Agni makes the same response as Vergil. Which means silence.

“I swear to…” he pulls out ivory, and presses the muzzle into the (more troubled than usual looking face), “You’re gonna tell me what went down, or we’re gonna see how many bullets I can jam into your ugly mug.” “You told us to remain silent.” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, consider that rule temporarily relaxed.” “There was an attack.” Agni starts, its distorted voice unusually agitated, “The little one fought with great valour, but eventually even he was overwhelmed.” Dante’s blood goes cold. “But then a great bulk of a demon came out and slaughtered the attacking filth, and spirited the boy away, alongwith my brother.”

“Rudra’s still with Nero?” That’s odd, if they were trying to capture the kid, they’d disarm him first.

“Yes, they are not far, I think they’ve stopped moving.”

“Alright,” Dante makes his way out of the disfigured wood, “let’s go find the kid and your bro...and if he’s alright, maybe I’ll reconsider giving back your talking privileges.” “Oh, that would be wonderful, will you allow us to leave the dark box? It’s been so long since we’ve fought, we crave batt- ”

“I said IF, and I won’t guarantee anything if you keep jabbering on and on.”

Angi directs the demon hunter to a dark secluded alleyway, a few blocks from Devil May Cry. One hand on its hilt ready for attack, the other fingering the trigger of Ivory, he cautiously makes his way past the recently overturned garbage cans, to a shadow alcove, where a shadow crouches. Beside it is Rudra, glowing faintly, it’s turquoise blue light providing enough illumination for Dante to make out what has happened. There’s Nero, peacefully slumbering away, apparently unharmed, not even his shirt is torn. And holding him gently, stroking his downy white hair with a giant hand...is Vergil… And for once, even though he is still staring straight ahead, there’s a different look on his face, a sense of contentment.

Huh Dante thinks to himself as he holsters the weapons, I was right, actions DO speak louder than words.

#Devil May Cry #Nelo Dadgelo #Dante #Vergil #Nero #canon divergence #I didn't want to connect this to their post via reblog #because that should stand alone in its own perfection #my writing

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speechlessxx · 4 years ago

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I Can Keep A Secret. - 4 (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter Summary: In a jealous rage, Steve accidentally says something he doesn’t mean as he discovers something personal about the reader.

Warnings: no Clark in this chapter, slight fingering (18+ Minors DNI), nudity but not really, lots of cussing, angsty, make-out scene, shitty writing (it’s been a while i’m sorry!), AGE GAP (reader is stated to be 21 but age is just a number. call her wtv age you want).

Word Count: ~2.7k

again... i apologize this sucks. i haven’t written anything since like august.

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Steve never considered himself a jealous man. When he was involved with Sharon Carter, he never paid any mind to the revolving door of “friends” she entertained. Truthfully, throughout the numerous relationships he’s had in his life, Steve Rogers had never been the one to be jealous.

How could he?

Steve didn’t think he was an egomaniac nor narcissistic – not in the way that Tony Stark was, at least. But he knew he was charming. He knew he was wealthy – the black cards in his Burberry wallet reminded him of that. He knew he was handsome. He knew his worth – hell, even Forbes did.

His thoughts had never been infiltrated by the ugly, green rage monster that filled his head with insecurities. That is… Until the headlines and photographs of (Y/N) Barnes’s dinner date with “America’s richest and handsomest” bachelor, Clark Kent, had made its rounds.

It was a form of self-torture as he scrolled furiously through the many posts about the two.

Dynasties Colliding!

Clark Kent off the Market?

Everything you need to know about (Y/N) Barnes, Clark Kent’s new girlfriend.

He clicked his tongue in disgust at that last article as he skimmed through it. It was obvious that the writer had a biased opinion – one so clearly against (Y/N) – as it pointed out her “college dropout” status and her “naivete” to be involved with a man ten years her senior.

He scoffed… If only they knew.

Though, Steve couldn’t help but compare himself to the younger man. Sure, Clark was richer than he was with a booming business and a company created generations before Steve was even born. His net worth pushed him much higher than Steve and Bucky on the Forbes’s listings. But surely, he didn’t have the same chemistry as he and (Y/N) did… Surely.

As if to mock him, a photo of Clark kissing her knuckles appeared on his monitor. He glared at it, fuming with hot jealousy. He hated that feeling bubbling inside as he stared at her flustered face digitally immortalized by paparazzi and fan photos.

His phone buzzed to life as the screen displayed her name… And he did what he had been doing for the past few days following the polo match, he sent it straight to voicemail, spiteful that she even entertained Clark’s request to go on a date.

Had he misread the signs? Had there been any signs to begin with? Had she played him? Was he just her happy distraction until she could find her bearings in New York?

A sharp knock interrupted him from his thoughts as Bucky’s broad shoulders filled his open office door. He had a wide smile on his face as he entered the room, closing the door.

“You read the gossip?” Bucky chuckled. A sly smirk on his face as he sat himself in the seat across Steve’s desk. Steve quickly clicked out of his tabs and raised his brows at Bucky. “With (Y/N) getting Clark interested, other investors are looking at us, too. It’s great.”

“So, you’re really using your daughter to lure business opportunities?” Steve snorted. Considering how enchanting she was, it wasn’t a terrible strategy. If Steve hadn’t gotten so attached so quickly, he’d even advise Bucky to have her stalk the airport terminals, too.

“It’s working, man. He’s interested in the company. He wants a tour. He’s talking big money. We can scrap any deals with Stark. He’s our top priority now.”

“Buck,” Steve laughed so dryly it became a scoff. “He’s not interested in the company. He’s clearly interested in her – and only her. As soon as you give the green light and she rips the cord with him, he’s gonna back out. He’s got the lawyers to make sure that any contract he signs will get voided, too.”

His tone had been hopeful although Bucky didn’t pick up on it. Bucky had just waved it off as Steve being cautious – not Steve hoping that his daughter would dump Clark and focus all her attention back on him.

“No, no.” Bucky shook his head, waving his hand, too. “She’s equally into him. Piqued her interest more than Peter did, for sure.” Steve stopped himself from rolling his eyes, knowing damn well that she was never interested in the Stark boy. “He dropped her off and she was blushing like crazy. Ran to her room and practically screamed her head off with that Wanda girl on the phone.”

Steve pressed his lips into a straight line. He didn’t trust himself enough to respond, knowing any sarcastic remark would land him in the hot seat, with Bucky asking questions he wasn’t ready to answer… or rather, didn’t have the answers to.

“Besides… y’know one contract that’s incredibly difficult to get out of?” Steve hummed. “A marriage.”

Steve choked. “Marriage? Buck, c’mon, she’s twenty-one.” Bucky nodded, taking his daughter’s age into consideration. “Marriages are definitely the easiest to get out of. Must I remind you the reason why you haven’t seen her since she was a baby?”

“Hey!”

“Besides, isn’t he too old for her?” Steve internally cringed. Suddenly, wishing he could take it back, afraid of what Bucky would say. Like you aren’t thirty-nine, dumbass?

“He’s thirty-three. She’s twenty-one. She can date whoever she wants. She’s an adult.”

“That’s dangerously permissive.” Stop talking.

“Why’re you acting like her father, Steve?” Bucky asked, raising his brows inquisitively.

“I’m just saying, Clark’s closer in age with us than with (Y/N).” Steve shrugged. “I’m just looking out for her.”

I just want her to myself.

“Well, since you’re oh-so invested in looking out for her, I’m gonna need a favor.”

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Out of the many things to do on a Friday night in the big city, Steve found himself walking through the threshold of the Barnes’s penthouse. He silent cursed at Bucky, who asked him to look after his daughter for the weekend. The same daughter he had been avoiding for the past week, blowing off her calls and leaving her texts unread.

Steve found Bucky’s favor to be a direct contradiction to the statement he made prior. She’s twenty-one. She’s an adult. An adult who needed another adult’s supervision as it seemed.

However, Steve understood. She was relatively new to the city, only being here for a little over a month and a half, and known for her reckless behavior back in Los Angeles – the reason why she was in New York to begin with. Although Bucky didn’t quite keep her on a tight leash, he kept on a leash, nevertheless.

Bucky had already left that afternoon, leaving the penthouse somewhat quiet save for the music coming from the hallway that led into (Y/N)’s bedroom. He cracked a smile as he approached the hall. He could hear her obnoxiously singing along to the provocative lyrics of that one song – WAP, was it?

His hand absentmindedly found its way to her doorknob, twisting the metal and pushing the door open. She shrieked as her phone fell from her hands with a thud against the floor. She scrambled for her towel that lay haphazardly on her bed, messily wrapping it around her naked body.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” She screamed over the music.

Steve stared at her with wide eyes like a deer in headlights. Her hair was still damp, knotting and begging to be combed out. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily. The towel did little to hide her from his hungry eyes as he fought to keep his stare at her face and only her face. She called for the Alexa to stop playing the music before running a hand through her knotted hair.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Your – your dad asked me to – uh – “he was losing the battle as his eyes gave her a look over, feeling the heat rise to his face. It was not the only thing that has risen. He tore his stare away from her, scanning the room instead. “He asked me to watch over you.” Steve explained, finally finding the words.

“Like a babysitter?” She scoffed. She had been itching to see Steve, hating him just a bit for ghosting her, but looking like that? She was willing to forgive.

“Yeah…” Steve nodded.

“Well,” she smirked playfully, “since you’re baby-sitting… Why don’t you let your baby sit on your lap, huh, daddy?” She batted her lashes at him, and he instantly melted, forgetting his jealousy and spite for just a second. She reached out for him and had him sit at the edge of her bed, straddling his thick thighs. “Excited to see me?”

His resolve and pent-up angst disappeared. “You’re damn right.” Steve muttered, hand fisting her knotted hair and smashing his lips onto hers. The kiss was every bit hungry and desperate as it was passionate – like two star crossed lovers finally catching a moment alone.

She moaned into his mouth as his free hand slipped beneath her towel, which was loosening as she grinded against his strained pants. His fingers explored her slit, fumbling as he tried to find her bundle of nerves.

“I missed you,” she gasped as he found it within seconds, rubbing tight circles around her clit.

His lips left a trail of kisses along her jaw and sucked the sensitive skin under her ear, eliciting long moan from her as he played with her, relishing in her responsiveness. He felt her juices coat his fingers as he teased her hole, but the moment suddenly cut short when her phone dinged.

Once. And then a second, then a third.

She looked over her shoulder and glanced down at the screen. Steve pinched her, causing her to gasp again. “Don’t.” He warned her, his voice a deep growl.

It dinged again. “I’m gonna silent it,” she promised, pecking his lips as she hopped off his lap. “Oh,” she frowned. She ran a hand through her knotted hair before glancing at him, then typing.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked her as he stood from her bed and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her into him.

“I… Uh… Clark wants to hang out again.” She told him.

Steve rolled his eyes though she didn’t see. “Blow him off.” He told her, leaving a trail of kisses on her shoulders, leading back up to that sweet spot beneath her ear. Her eyes rolled back before she pushed away from him. “We haven’t seen each other in days – “

“Because someone kept sending me to voicemail,” she rebutted. “I-I have to go see him, Steve. If my dad found out – “

“Then tell him you’re not into him.” Steve insisted. She remained silent as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Steve frowned. “Wait, are you – are you into him?”

“I dunno…”

“You don’t know?” He asked her. “If you’re into him, the hell are you sitting on top of me naked for?”

“Steve – “

“God, it’s like you like making yourself easy to guys.” The envy – the green, little monster that tore at his ego and his heart – suddenly rose. No thoughts were running through his head – just angry words from his mouth.

“Excuse me?” An enraged look splayed across her face. Brows furrowed and arms crossed defensively.

“Well, considering you sold pictures of yourself to total strangers – “he stopped himself before the rest of the sentence. The self-control had finally resurfaced, but the damage had been done as fury in her features mellowed and turned into hurt.

“Is that… Is that what you think of me?” She asked him, willing her voice not to crack but the tears had already begun to form. She furiously blinked them away before huffing. “Well, it doesn’t matter what you think anyway ‘cause I’m not with you.”

“And what you’re with Clark Kent?” He seethed his name.

“At least he doesn’t call me easy.”

Steve chuckled, dryly. “Bar’s set low then, huh? Says the girl who sucked me off on the airplane when we knew each other less than two hours. Wonder the things you’d do for him.” It was spite. His words were pure spite and jealousy. They held no meaning but they sure had weight.

“What’s your problem?” She snapped. “Damn it, Steve! I like you. I really do, genuinely, but y’know it fucking sucks when the guy you like suddenly ghosts you.”

“And it fucking sucks when the girl you’re actually interested in goes on a date with some hot shot, pretty, rich boy. Probably fucks him in the back of his limo, too.”

She stomped over to Steve, shoving him with one hand while the other kept her towel from slipping off. “Get. Out!”

“No, no,” Steve argued, grabbing her arm easily overpowering her to stop pushing him. “You’re gonna answer.” She raised her brows at him. “Are you fucking him in the back of his limo? Are you that easy?”

Her jaw dropped as she stared at him in disbelief. “You’re not my dad, so that’s none of your concern.” She began to push him towards her door, and he let her this time. “And…” Her fingers tapped against the wooden door as she stared back at him.

“It’s none of your business, but for your information, I’m a virgin.” She clicked her tongue as a smirk splayed across her face. “Won’t be for long, though. ‘Cause Mr. Kent is inviting back to one of his many lavish, expensive homes in New York.”

And with that she slammed the door shut, locking it with the new lock her father had installed.

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“(Y/N)…” He called out to her, knocking on her door. “C’mon, sweetheart.” It had been half an hour since their fight, and she had yet to come out of her room.

“Go away!” She called out from the other side of the wooden pane as if she were a child.

“I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean it. I was just jealous – “

“I don’t care, Steve!”

He sighed. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s go out for dinner, yeah? Just me and you. Whatever you want. You wanna embarrass me by making me use chopsticks? Let’s go. You wanna hit me with a bottle of champagne? Take your pick. I’m down.”

“Fuck off, asshole!”

You deserve that. He agreed.

Steve suddenly heard a click of the lock before she pulled the door open, pushing past him and he let her. She had a duffle in one hand and her phone in the other, typing away. “Where are you going?”

“Away from you,” she spat. She didn’t even spare him a second look.

“You going with Clark?”

“None of your business, dick.”

He called her full name and she stopped in her tracks, spinning on her heel to look at him with her brows raised. Steve had his hands on his hips as he stared at the floor before looking down at her. “You are not leaving and that’s final.”

“Oh, yeah?” She challenged, taking a step towards him. Her heel clicking against the ground. She crossed her arms across her chest as she tilted her head. “And what? You’re gonna stop me?”

“Don’t make me, sweetheart.”

“Well,” she smirked. “Take it up with my dad… because unlike you, he actually approves of my blossoming relationship with Clark Kent. I swear he’s already planning the wedding … while I, on the other hand, all I care about is the honeymoon… And I think we’re gonna get a head start to it, actually.”

Steve took a step towards her as she took a step back. “Stop being a little brat and just – “

“No, Steve,” she corrected. “I’m being easy. And you’re completely right… Sometimes being easy is just fun.”

He grabbed her arm before she could turn around and pulled her towards him. She bit her lip as she stared up at him with faux innocence. Her lips glistened with whatever gloss it was she used to make her lips plump as she challenged every bit of authority Steve had.

He wanted nothing more than to kiss that bratty attitude right out of her. He leaned in as her eyes fluttered close and he knew he had her. Then, suddenly, the elevator doors dinged and opened, ruining the moment. Both their heads snapped towards the guest.

“What the hell?”

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #I Can Keep A Secret #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans #chris evans smut #steve rogers smut #captain america x reader #captain america #captain america imagine

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devoiante · 3 years ago

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january poetry prompts: day 27

"outside the party"

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT possess nor agree with the possession of any illegally-obtained drugs.

do you know what time it is when you stagger out onto the street, streamers in your hair and sugar in your veins? when you fall into a lake and sink to the bottom and the sphere of silence grows in your ears after everyone is gone? of course you don't. you can't even feel the cold of the water that thaws your head and heart into a drifting red-pink cloud while your body floats above the sand but never settles down. now you laugh at the cloudy pool of flesh-juice and suck your lungs so full your weight doubles and triples but you still don't touch the ground. after you finally drown you're back outside the party but the door is a gachapon machine paid in valporate and you're broke because it's been two weeks since you began dumping them out. great. sit on the curb, then. sit on the curb between sleep and wakefulness feeling nothing but a rotting void eat away at your corpse while the world goes on. you so achingly want nothing your head says to rip your flesh to shreds and crush your bones to dust - but you don't want that either.

nothing.

YOU GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT.

how do you like scratching at the doors to your own party? none of your guests can let you in if they wanted to. they're probably so drunk off one shot of your pink champagne they won't notice you were gone anyway - wasn't that what you wanted too?

you wanted no heart. you wanted no soul. you wanted to become a monster. AND YOU GOT YOUR WISH.

go choke on the gore of your unicorn dying and fall off those paper beams and look for whatever you lost that got you 30-something on the scale while you wait until the damn thing on the machine can turn since you found yourself all these toys.

you know what time it is now?

IT'S A LITTLE TOO LATE, BITCH.

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GLITZY GACHAPON

2x valporate to play

PURPLE: empty capsule. try again.

TEAL: elimination of all emotion. no entrance to party.

WHITE: ability to experience bizarre dreams in half-sleep. entrance to party not guranteed.

YELLOW: periodical entry and exit from party premises.

PINK (RARE): influx of energy and new key to party premises.

prompt by @angelealowes on instagram.

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we-dragons · 3 years ago

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I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 5 Damian x reader

Pulled away to another world, Y/N uses magic science and a Little bird to help her get back home and possibly be rid of an apocalyptic event. "So, will you succumb to your doubts completely or step into the sun of this new world?"

" A few days, but I didn't expect the entire week, thank god for Molly." The emotional stress I had felt in the beginning influenced the behavior of the scales on my skin it took more hot water and hydrogen peroxide than I had originally would have needed. Even after all that, my skin was turned ashen and my breath was so shallow that Nightmare could lap from it as if it was his water bowl. The scales I have removed were not ready for healing uses yet, at least not for another three days. Nightmare had remained at my side barely even moving from his spot curled up on the pillow next to mine, the only time he moved is when Molly came over. Molly would drop off the homework, she told me she took the written project to Damian and he was ready to deliver it when it was due in 10 days from now. Molly would come by every day at 4, made sure I and Nightmare ate and rested well, told me about herself self and left. And I thank god I'm feeling better after all of that.

Today was Friday and I still wasn't feeling the best even after she left, Nightmare crawled up onto my lap while I had sat on the couch watching the news. I never liked watching the news but considering that I had an unexpected visitor I had hoped to find out more. I'm not disappointed, Vigilanties that appear in Gotham with the exception of Nightwing who occasionally visited from Blüdhaven the sister city of Gotham, and the character Red Hood an anti-hero who fights for his own needs, he arrived in Gotham a few years ago and became a crime fighter. Then there were the other three, Red robin seen with the dynamic duo Batman and Robin, seen all over Gotham. All of them well known and on the news constantly in a large group even that fight bad guys of all sorts a from a clown, to plant creatures and more.

"Wow their just like them." I feel a wave of nostalgia float over me, I remember what it was like at home. In Minnesota. With the tall evergreens and the marvelous lilacs that mom would grow in our backyard, my family, and friends. Everything at least before all the drama in New York happened. "Dear God, I'm becoming an over-sentimental sad sack I can't think of them now, not yet." I get up from my seat to head to the kitchen Nightmare jumping off me when I hear a knock from my balcony. I continue my walk to the kitchen to peer out at it, I didn't see anything there even so I open it. Nightmare runs out before me hissing at something on the left.

"Nightmare what are you-Oh...." Robin stares at me from the railing of the balcony. He's leaning back on it a scornful look upon his face. Confusion settles in me as I just stare at him.

"Are you sick?" He asks walking to me while doing so.

"Y-yeah I was out too long in the rain." He stops just in front of me.

"Don't you bring an umbrella with you?"

"Not that day," I clear my throat a little. "why are you here?" He pauses as if coming up with the reason shocks even himself. He arches his arm back behind his back, slowly moving his arm out.

"My box! So you did take it," I exclaim grabbing the box tenderly opeining the lid, I smile sadly looking at the glinting scales inside the box. " did they help you." I look back up, his faces move to confusion.

"I stole them from you and you're asking me if they helped me?"

"Well, you also needed it more than me, and I can see it did wonders. Your up and running again." I start hacking for a strait minute and grab onto the railing. I look up to the door moving to pick up Nightmare. "Would you like to come in for some tea," NIghtmare squirms in my arms jumping out when I enter the kitchen from the balcony. I open the cupboard and pull out the only three kinds of tea I have, setting aside the box with the X on it. "There's peppermint, cinnamon chai, and pumpkin if your interested." He stares at me from the entryway.

"No thank you," He says " I need to leave, I wasn't supposed to be here anyway." I set the pot on the stove anyway and pull out the pumpkin tea and my favorite mug with Arab henna designs decorating even the inside. I look back to the outside, he is still standing in the entryway shifting uncomfortably.

"You Know, the fact that you haven't left yet contradicts your own words, Robin." I pour the hot water over my tea while I wait for him to answer. He stirs slightly moving back and forth on his feet.

"I'll come back tomorrow," I spit out my tea.

"What didn't you say you weren't supposed to be here?"

He shrugs pulling a grappling hook from his belt and swang off. If I wasn't feeling so sick and had just spat out some tea causing me to cough some more, I would have gone after him. I just stared out through the night air as the familiar feeling of dread washed over me, I close the door to the outside and look at the box. NIghtmare gave me a look moving the box and pawing the X on the top.

"We can't call him yet, didn't you hear, their back. If I call him now it compromises everything they have worked for," I pick up the box and move over to the couch, Nightmare followed suit, we both laid down, me clutching the box. "We can't do anything yet anyway, it violates the treaty. We have to wait for the first kill."

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True to his word he came back, he arrived sometime after Molly left, I don't know exactly when he arrived but I know it wasn't long. It was 2 pm when Molly forced meds in my mouth and put me to sleep. It was 2:40 when I heard him clatter in my kitchen nearly killing him with the broom. He was making tea he brought, he told me that he said it works for sore throats, even though it's just lemon juice, water, and honey.

" You realize this is twice you have broken and entered into my home right?" He tsked crossing his arms from his where he is seated across from me.

"The first time was not on purpose."

"I mean you did break my window."

"I crashed through it."

"Pretty sure that there was broken glass I had to pull out of you and sweep off my floor." I laugh for a little bit while he grunts in his seat in front of me.

"Hey why are you here anyway, You dropped off my box, you're healed up why are you back?"

He moves forward resting his arms on the table. "what do you know about the Crows?"

My mug shatters the pieces scattered on the floor, my hands are shaking and that feeling of dread washes over me again.

"Oops sorry, my hands must have slipped even as I'm feeling better I see I didn't recover all my strength, haha..." I stand up to get the broom.

"They killed three people that day," I froze turning to Nightmare who was resting on the counter, his ears are folded back, his hair also standing on end." six were maimed they were monsters that said their names in the third person. They said they are looking for 'the scaled one' and I believe they are looking for you." The air becomes cold around us to a literal point where I can see my breath.

"They drew first blood," The words finally sink in my fears had manifested themselves, I know that I should have guessed it when I saw him but I had hoped they weren't going to be in physical form yet. I rush to my closet pull another box out from the top, a black box big enough to hold a dress, bearing the same markings as the smaller one. I bring it to the table Robin and I are seated at and set it down pulling off the top.

"How much do you know about The Crows already?" I begin pulling out the things inside one by one, recalling their names and what they are for, looking for my com piece.

"That's what I'm asking you, what is all this?"

"They come from an interdimensional planetary void, The Crow where once a proud and advance society until the gave up their freedom for more knowledge, Jal-sein holds their control now. They are dangerous and they are after the very thing that nearly killed everyone on my earth. Ah! Found it!" I move to my living room pushing away my coffee table setting it on the ground making sure there is enough space. Robin had moved up from the kitchen a worried look set on his face.

"What is Jal-sein? What is this other earth aren't you from Minnesota?"

"Yep but here's the thing," I press the silver X on the com and it starts calling, lights flicker in the room from the device as the figure forms."I'm from another dimension actually."

The figure in the holographic com finalizes and I smile at the old man I see.

"Hello Y/N, I suppose they have found you then? It good to see you even in such circumstances?" His voice is grim and shallow, he sounds older than usual and his head is covered with a silver helmet with tubes coming from it.

"Yes, they have, It"s good to see you, Professor X."

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faeroviolet · 4 years ago

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Mystery chocopie(fanfic)

Content:

⚫ English version

⚫ Русская версия(внизу)

Сredits: Studio au by @zu-is-here other in the end, since It’s the spoiler...

Attention: there can be many letters, words and sentences here. Contains Out of Character(OOC), a lot of humor, hellcrazy, anarchy of imagination, strange action anomaly and other weird thing... Sorry, not sorry...

There can be mistakes because ... no one has ever said whether I write English badly or not. They never said at all whether my stories were interesting or they like them, they never said anything at all. Nothing ,_,

Today is such a wonderful day: a clear blue sky with a bright sun shining above. It's about 1pm now. And the work at the studio is in full swing. Despite the bustle that soars throughout the pavilion, there is a sense of calm and peace. This's a kind of harmony that nothing can break, except...

Sudden crash and noise. The shout coming from the room was so loud that it could be heard outside. Even a small bird, peacefully sleeping on a branch, had to wake up abruptly and also hastily leave its seat, sleepily flapping its wings. What's going on? Someone is being killed... or given to domestic violence?! If someone passed by, then from what he heard, the soul would go into his heels and would not dare to climb out of there before its owner gets to the house, you never know what you can imaginate.

As they say: there's no smoke without fire. So who started the fire? It's easy to find out by watching what is happening through the window of the third floor.

A skeleton with purple lights in his eye sockets spoke in raised tones with the same skeleton as him, only the pupils were golden in color. Apparently the first one scolded the second one for something:

“Dream, where are choco-pies?!” Without stopping to ask the same question, Nightmare fiercely poked his finger into a silver tray, on which crumbs from the sweets that were recently lying there were still visible.

“N-nightmare, I didn't touch anything.“ Still defending himself with the same response, Dream held out his palms in front of himself.

“Don’t lie!!! When I came here you were rummaging around in the lockers, and there was already an empty tray on the table. How do you explain this to me?“

“Firstly, I came and everything was like this.” The light-eyed skeleton tried to calm the unexpected ardor of his brother. “Secondly, what are you talking about? And... why did it make you so angry?”

“Ugh, I brought some tasty treats to everyone... Or did you not see when we were going?” Nightmare breathed deeply. “I put them on a tray, but especially for myself I put one on another plate and put it where no one would take it for sure.” He pointed to the kitchen table behind where the mentioned utensil item was. “There were 99 choco-pies and one mine: generally - 100! And all of them are gone! What can you say to that, brother?”

“Oh, Nighty, I don't know. I didn't even look that way.”

“But where could they just go? So many...”

For a moment, Nightmare stopped and thought, his anger subsided. He walked over to the wall and sat down in a small armchair, putting his finger to his chin and looking up at the ceiling. Dream decided to join the pondering of this situation and sat down in a armchair nearby. But, unfortunately, not a single thought entered their skulls. Of course, how could this happen? It is simply impossible for such a large amount to disappear at once! Nightmare, desperate to find a clue to this mystery, sighed and slightly wilted: he did the wrong thing, yelling at Dream. After all, his brother isn’t guilty of anything, and he, hastening to conclusions, cursed him like that. He ought to apologize, so turned to him, about to say this, but his gaze caught on something else, and he stopped before even started.

Just in the corridor passed another skeleton, his eye sockets were hollow and faint black streaks were visible on the cheekbones below them. He greedily licked the bones of his fingers and was about to go to his room, when Nightmare ran into him. He looked at him dumbfounded, and Killer did not at all understand the meaning of the look of this weirdo.

“What's wrong... Nightmare?”

“It's you!” The skeleton with purple eyelights shouted right into his nonexistent ears.

Immediately after Nightmare, Dream ran up. He anxiously began to drag his brother, who was firmly caught on the other’s shoulders, muttering something about stepping on the same rake. The older twin calmed down a bit, and both skeletons, along with Killer, returned to their armchairs. The brothers settled down on the seats, and the last one continued to stand beside him, still not delving into what was happening. What was the problem?

“What actually happened?” Killer nevertheless asked the question that tormented him, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head to the side.

“It's just that Nightmare was furious that someone ate 100 choco-pies, among which was his, specially postponed!“ The younger twin said unceremoniously. At this explanation of the situation, Nightmare slightly frowned: the manner in which it was pronounced, he didn’t like.

“Because you obviously have something to eat... Look! How tou smiled and slobbering your fingers!”

Killer reacted calmly to such a stinging statement.

“Oh, this...” With a sly grin, he licked his still sweet finger once more. “Ccino and I were playing.”

“What?! Without me?” Nightmare almost fell from his chair and, jumping up from his seat, wanted to be indignant, but stopped and, slightly blushing, glanced nervously at Dream. He cleared his throat and continued: “Umm, I mean... Stop wandering around idle!”

“Oh! Do you know what?” The empty-eyed exclaimed immediately, as if nothing had happened, not paying attention to Night's embarrassment at all. Brothers looked at him as if they were listening intently, waiting for him to continue. “We need to check something! Let's go.”

Killer led them long and tediously along many corridors. And where to? They stopped at a dressing room, and their favorite guide, who took the fellow travelers into the wilderness*, knocked on the door. Not hearing a response from there, he happily opened it. Having walked a little inside and, at the same time looking around just in case, Killer gestured to the dummies to come in.

Once in the room, the brothers didn’t know what to expect further from the miracle without a skirt*, so they just watched his actions. And he quickly and surely rushed forward to some picture, which depicted peaches and daisies, and held out his hands to it. Oh, what a shock and surprise was on the faces of Dream and Nightmare when they saw what was behind the beautiful 'masterpiece'. And it even seemed to them that at that moment on Killer’s forehead could read: “I can look at you for eternity, and I'll never get tired of it!”.

“Shh! It's a secret.” He put his finger to his mouth conspiratorially.

“What's this?! Safe?” Immediately Nightmare shouted, but then lowered his tone, as if catching this vibe of secrets and conspiracies. "What's there?”

“I'll open it now and you will find out!” The main 'conspirator' said happily.

“Do you have a code?” Dream was surprised.

“Yep, what did you think? I put it on.“ He grunted in response, dialing the numbers on the display.

When the device sounded, notifying about the correctness of the entered sequence, Killer opened the door and turned to those present with a solemn “Ta-da!”. Not hearing a standing ovation or at least some ooh-ooh, he stalled and turned to the safe, entering into a stupor finally. Empty... There was...

“Empty!” He screamed with a tragic tone and hung on the iron monster. He would have cried, but he was stopped here with questions.

“And what was supposed to be here, smart guy?” Night asked, apparently pleased with his suffering.

“There..." ‘The Drama Queen’ sniffed and rubbed his eye socket. "There must have been my chocolates hidden away for a rainy day.”

“Hidden away, you say?” Nightmare frowned, walked closer to Killer and pulled on himself, looking terribly right into the void of his eye sockets.

“Well, well, Nighty, let the poor man go.” Lisping, his brother gently sang, touching other's shoulder. "He's a victim. The same as we do. Lost..." Dream also made an overly dramatic look. " ...His precious!”

Nightmare groaned painfully and exhaustedly and let go of the poor 'puppy'. They went back to the place where the first incident took place. On the way, Dream and Killer were laughing so hard that it seemed that they could be heard even 100 kilometers away! Simply unbearable... for Nightmare! When they got to the right place, the three detectives sat down at the table, thinking about the "Case of missing the sweet treasure". The name Killer gave. And this picture, which was drawn by an unknown creator, is called "Three knights at the table with crumbs of dead cakes". Another Killer’s joke.

They sat and sat while the wall clock ticked. But nothing came into their heads: not a single sensible thought, not a single guess. It was so upsetting. After all, the situation itself was unusual: it was very puzzling and did not allow believing in its existence. So what's the point? Do keep thinking about it? Dream has been thinking only about these questions lately. To be honest, he wasn’t so interested in it, besides, there are still so many things to do. But something held him back: the reason his brother was so obsessed with it. He wanted to figure it out. Why was Nightmare so angry? Why did he keep on raging? Why is this important to him? It's all so complicated... Dream sighed and lay down on his elbows on the table. He was drawn to sleep, but before he could even close his eyes, someone touched his shoulders.

“Dream, have you seen my chocolate juice?" The skeleton turned around and patted his eyes, met with a familiar and beloved face. Cross stood looking at him for a while, but then turned away and walked to the trash can by the wall. “Maybe it's here somewhere?”

“Cross, don't dig in the trash!" Dream blew up. "Then you need...”

“Found!" The skeleton exclaimed happily, pulling out a box from under some drink from a plastic container. He quickly got up from his knees and walked straight back to the crowd, beaming.

“Cross, you won't drink... from this?" The yellow-eyed skeleton crossed his arms in displeasure.

“Aah... There is already nothing." Cross exhaled in frustration, turning to the others. "By the way, what are you doing here?”

“For your information, garbage rat..." Killer began jokingly.

"What rat?" Indignantly, Cross banged his palm on the table in front of the insolent skeleton .

"So you agree with 'garbage’?" He didn’t calm down, to which he received an evil glance from Nightmare:

“Stop here... throw name-calling! Preventing thinking...”

“What are you thinking about?” Cross inquired again, sitting down on a chair.

“It's just that we have lost something here... that is, I'm listing: 100 choco-pies brought by Nightmare, and Killer's black stock of chocolate.” The younger twin explained to the dear one, tenderly singing every word.

“Hmm...” The two-color-eyed thought. “Do you know? Something similar happened to me.”

“In what sense?”

“Look...” He put an empty box on the table, Dream frowned at this a little, but then relaxed, deciding not to show his displeasure to the dirt. “I was busy with my own business, along the way drinking my juice. I turned away for a minute and... Wow! It has gone.”

Now a fourth has joined their team. But even with additional strength, nothing came of it, and time passed. Something, but this cannot be stopped, just like getting out of this web of problems. Outside the window could already be seen a motley orange-red sky — it’s evening. Imagine, they spent almost half a day on this! Unimaginable! And in the end came to nothing... These're the worst of all. Everyone, except Nightmare, got up and decided to go home already. Dream stopped, waiting for his brother, who continued to sit and incinerate the wooden surface with a piercing gaze of concentration.

“Find, let's go home, it's too late. Why do you need this? It has already happened and that's it...” He touched the shoulders of the elder, trying to reach his mind and induce him to quit.

“I have an idea!” Suddenly Nightmare jumped up and exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention. “Let's stay here and set a trap for the sweet tooth thief!”

Killer and Cross began to exchange glances, and then looked expectantly at Dream, who was standing behind Nightmare. Catching their glances, he sighed and with a gesture, as it were, showed that there was no choice. Brother got too carried away, that's all.

~~~

The wind is blowing, you can hear it howling ... Someone didn’t close the window or the walls are so thin here? To tell the truth, at such a late hour the studio rooms look scary, and the strange rustle and blue moonlight creates the atmosphere of some kind of horror movie or vampire romance. And yet why did they start it? What if something bad happens? Cross didn’t understand all this, as well as why he got involved in this. But there's nothing to do, only breathing relaxes.

“But I warn you!” It seems that all the gloom of the environment didn’t attract Killer in any way, or he simply ignored the wariness of other participants in this idea. "This is the last chocolate bar that I have, so you, Nightmare, will owe me one more...”

“Yes, yes, yes...” But other's arrogance did not hurt at all. Nightmare was already busy arranging inventory for a makeshift trap, and distraction wasn’t his priority.

“And a box of chocolates sweets for moral damage!” Killer crossed his arms over his chest as if he were some kind of offended lady of high society. To this, only a long exhalation was heard, and Nightmare, rising and crossing his arms, like the other skeleton, rolled his eyes, and then said:

“Anything you order, madam.”

At such an treatment, the aforementioned 'Queen' fell into a stupor and, swaying back and forth on his feet, turned away, hiding a shame-and-shy blush. Oh, how shameless he’s! And Nightmare also gave a fire: he still has no idea how ambiguous he sometimes speaks! But this’s nothing, Killer knows what he’ll do late... But now he need to satisfy the Nightmare's desire to catch the unknown. And Nightmare had just finished and came up to tell the plan:

“Killer will put the bait there, and we'll watch in turn, okay?”

After receiving agreement in the form of nods, Nightmare headed for the exit into the corridor. When Killer asked where he was going, the skeleton waved his hand, indicating that his curious nose was not the case. Snorting at that, Killer went back to the others and joined in, taking a seat behind the barricade of armchairs.

Time passed for a long, in the emptiness of the room the ticking of the clock was heard very clearly and distinctly, even annoying. Nothing happened at all. Nothing! Killer turned to his teammates and frowned. They have already managed to doze off, nestling at each other's sides. What a bum! He sighed... After all, it’s true: the whole thing was initially meaningless. They simply cannot find the one who has committed all the atrocities. And one more strange thing... Nightmare hasn't come yet. And where has our commander gone? Wasn't that so important to him? The skeleton rose from the floor and stretched, kneading the bones of his arms.

He’s so tired, and until Nightmare returns there is no way to leave: it will somehow come out rudly. Killer glanced at the trap and covered his mouth, ready to yawn.

“Even if no one shows up, he will owe me one mo-”

Without even having time to breathe, the skeleton shuddered and slightly choked. For a moment it seemed to him that he saw someone's figure. Having brought himself to more or less calmness, Killer hastened to wake up two sleeping ‘kittens’.

“Uugh! Killer, we agreed: you are watching first, and we are watching later!” Cross grumbled displeased, trying not to raise the tone too much so as not to frighten Dream.

“But this’s important!”

“Your jokes cannot be important...”

“Cross, that's enough...” A little rubbing his right eye socket and yawning, Dream hissed. “Maybe it's really important. What is it, Killer?”

“It seems to me that I saw someone.”

“If it seems, go to the ophthalmologist.*” Cross interjected, narrowing his eyes.

“But it's true! We are alone here and no one else can be, it is unnerving. And also...” The next words the skeleton muttered so that they couldn’t be made out. “Nightmare went somewhere and didn’t return.”

“So, calm down, both.“ Dream tried to cool the guys, and then, looking around, he continued: “Let's see if our ‘uninvited guest’ took the sweet bait.”

Cross didn't want to believe it, but Killer was right along the way that there was an outsider in the building: there was no chocolate on the table. So what should they do next? After all, apparently, they have already missed the ‘criminal’. But there was another snag...

“Uh... brother still doesn’t return.” The skeleton with yellow eyes, which under the light of the moon sparkled with a golden hue, said quietly and sadly.

“By the way, I also thought about it...” Killer spread his arms and shook his head.

“Since he started all this, we'll only find out further actions from him.” Cross said, leaning on the table. “Let's go look for him...”

Agreeing with this idea, they went out into the corridor. It was a long and terrible journey. It was much darker in here than in that room. It seems that not only the wind can be heard, but also a rustle and some kind of grinding. This began to strain not only Cross, who was uncomfortable here from the very beginning, but also Dream. He pressed against the other skeleton even tighter, and, even despite the circumstances, It’s caused some warm feelings inside two-color-eyed and a faint blush on his cheeks.

The sudden clink of broken glass made the skeletons flinch and draw attention to it. They hurried to find out what was going on there, and froze, turning the corner. There was a figure standing not far from the shards of a vase lying on the floor. It seemed familiar, but... Who could it be? Squinting, Killer was the first to guess:

“Nightmare!!!” Rays of bluish light emerged from the curtains covering the window, illuminating half of the above-named skeleton. “What are you doing?”

The empty-eyed skeleton came closer and touched the other's shoulder. Nightmare flinched, dropping something from his hands, and slowly turned his head, looking into the face of his friend with an view as if he had just recently woken up. This greatly surprised the other skeleton, so he tilted his head to the side, waiting for answers, but without waiting for anything, he paid attention to the object that was lying on the floor. Killer bent down and took it in his hands. Looking closely, he was able to determine that it was... no wonder, chocolate! Not just any, but that one! Killer was sure. But he couldn’t understand what that could mean.

Dream and Cross didn't understand either. They approached with Killer, but all this time they were just silent. Everyone was so confused that they didn't even know what to say. Even Nightmare himself was shocked.

"Highty..." After a while his brother said quietly, drawing attention to himself. "So you're a lunatic? I didn't notice before...”

“I ... I ...” He darted his gaze across the dark room and fiddled with the phalanges of his fingers. “I don't even know what to say, guys..."

“So maybe you did it all?" Killer said, rising from the floor and continuing to hold the sweet bar in his hand. The violet-eyed skeleton lowered its head apologetically at his words. But it seems that this wasn’t enough for the other skeleton, so he decided to list all the crimes committed: "You personally ate all the choco-pies that you yourself brought. You ate my supply of chocolate. You drank Cross' juice. And the worst thing: you blamed everyone for this, even your own brother!”

"I'm sorry! Really." The skeleton exclaimed, ashamed and humiliated to the very bottom “I wanted to apologize to Dream, but! Lost on you. Sorry, I really don't know what came over me!”

“Don’t mind, brother.” Dream intervened, hugging him soothingly. "I’m not angry. I guess... you're just overtired. And, perhaps, from this you sleepwalk. I told you not to overexert yourself.”

And now: the solution to this mystery has come. They can already go home, but it wasn’t end! There was one thing that did not tie into all the facts at all...

“And yet, Killer, you are in something wrong " Cross held out thoughtfully, putting his finger to his chin, staring at the toes of his shoes.

"Hmm, and in what?" He grunted, putting his hands on his hips.

“Nightmare may have eaten the choco-pies and drank my juice, but he couldn't break open the safe while he was unconscious. Something doesn't add up.”

"But who cou-”

Suddenly, some rustling distracted Killer, not allowing him to finish the question. There was a grinding and a strange rumbling sound. It attracted the others: turning, they stared into the darkness that covered the half of the room. Something flashed in the depths, and disturbing sounds intensified. The skeletons stepped back, huddled together and huddled against each other. The terrible lights resembled the eyes of some creature. What could it be? It approached, forcing them to retreat in fear closer to the bend. A little more and it will be possible to find out what was hidden in the black haze. The last clinking step and...

“Meow!”

Friends screamed and rushed away. Without turning around, they walked away from danger in disgrace. Was there any danger in that? It's just a cute little kitty. Maybe such a dark atmosphere allowed their fantasy to play out? No one can know for sure. And is this really the end?

“Hey, guys? What were you doing here?” The skeleton in a beige sweater, smiling sweetly under the moonlight, lifted a white cat.

This, of course, was an unexpected turn. But shouldn't we be asking this question, Ccino? After all, they never find out about it. Just as they do not know what scared them that night. This also applies to... So who ate Killer's chocolate? True, there were many questions in this story. And you might think you've knew the answers to all of them, but no. This is an erroneous assumption.

This is something to which there is no answer. Since all these riddles must remain unsolved. And only you yourself will understand what is true and what is false. You decide how you answer.

* — In those places marked with this sign, there should have been Russian jokes... but you won't understand them(nobody can), so this may seem like very strange sentences.

Credits: Dream and Nightmare by jokublog Cross!Sans by jakei95 Killer!Sans by rahafwabas Ccino!Sans by black-nyanko

BOOOOM, explosion of my brain.

Hmm... That's all, and I forgot what I wanted to say at the end.

So... now I go.

Так, так, тут есть предупреждения: большой текст, слабым на много буковок и мало картинок не смотреть, тут есть ООС(потому что по-другому я не могу), адское безумие, анархия воображения, вам может показаться, что происходящее здесь это полный бред, хотя да, так и есть, тут должно быть смешно.

“Таинственный чокопай”(фанфик)

Сегодня такой чудесный день: ясное голубое небо с сияющем вышине ярким солнцем. Сейчас где-то час дня. А работа на студии кипит. Несмотря на суету, витающую по всему павильону, ощущается какое-то спокойствие и умиротворение. Это эдакая гармония, которую ничто не может нарушить, разве что...

Внезапный грохот и шум. Крики, доносящиеся из комнаты, были настолько громкими, что их было слышно на улице. Даже маленькой птичке, мирно спящей на ветке, пришлось резко проснуться и также поспешно покинуть насиженное место, спросонья еле хлопая крыльями. Что же происходит? Кого-то убивают... или придают домашнему насилию?! Если бы кто-то проходил мимо, то от услышанного у него бы душа в пятки ушла и не посмела бы оттуда вылазить до того, как её хозяин доберется до дома, мало ли, что можно понапридумывать.

Как говорится: нет дыма без огня. Так кто же устроил пожар? Это легко выяснить, пронаблюдав происходящие через окно третьего этажа.

Скелет с фиолетовыми огнями в глазницах говорил на повышенных тонах с таким же скелетом, как и он, только того зрачки были золотистого цвета. Видимо первый за что-то ругал второго:

— Дрим, где чокопаи?! — не унимаясь задавать один и тот же вопрос, Найтмер яростно тыкал пальцем в серебряный поднос, на котором ещё виднелись крошки от недавно лежащих там вкусняшек.

— Н-найтмер, я ничего не трогал — все продолжая защищаться одним и тем же ответом, Дрим выставил ладони перед собой.

— Не ври!!! Когда я пришел ты здесь шарился в шкафчиках, а на столе уже стоял пустой поднос. Как ты мне это объяснишь?

— Во-первых, я пришел, и все было таким — светлоглазый скелет пытался унять неожиданный пыл своего брата. — Во-вторых, о чем ты говоришь? И... почему тебя это так разозлило?

— Агх, я принес всем вкусняшки... Или ты не видел, когда мы собирались? — глубоко выдохнул Найтмер. — Поставил все на поднос, но специально для себя отложил один на другую тарелку и поставил там, где точно не возьмут. — он указал на кухонный стол позади, где находился выше указанный элемент посуды. — Было 99 чокопаев и один мой: в итоге — 100! И всех их нет! Что ты можешь на это сказать, брат?

— Ох, Найти, не знаю. Я даже не смотрел в ту сторону.

— Но куда же они могли просто так деться? Столько...

На мгновение Найтмер остановился и задумалась, его злость стихла. Он отошел к стене и сел в небольшое кресло, приложив палец к подбородку и подняв взор к потолку. Дрим решил присоединится к обдумыванию этой ситуации и присел в кресло, находящееся рядом. Но, к сожалению, ни единая мысль не приходила в их черепушки. Конечно же, как такое могло произойти? Просто невозможно, чтобы такое большое количество в раз и исчезло! Найтмер от отчаяния найти разгадку на эту тайну вздохнул и слегка поник: неправильно он поступил, накричав на Дрима. Ведь его брат в ничем не виноват, а он, поспешив с выводами, обругал его так. Нужно бы извинится. Он повернулся к нему, собираясь сказать это, но зацепился взглядом за кое-что другое и остановился, даже не начав.

Как раз в коридоре проходил другой скелет, его глазницы были полыми и еле заметные черные потеки виднелись на скулах под ними. Он жадно облизывал кости пальцев и собирался идти в свою комнату, как на него налетел Найтмер. Тот ошалело смотрел на него, и Киллер совсем не понимал значения взгляда этого чудика.

— Что такое... Найтмер?

— Это ты! — закричал ему прямо в несуществующие уши скелет с фиолетовыми глазами.

Сразу же после Найтмера подбежал и Дрим. Он обеспокоенно начал оттаскивать крепко зацепившегося за чужие плечи брата, бурча что-то про наступление на одни и те же грабли. Старший близнец все же немного успокоился, и оба скелета вместе с Киллером вернулись к креслам. Братья разместились на сидениях, а последний продолжил стоять рядом, все ещё не вникая в происходящее. В чем же была проблема?

— А что в общем-то случилось? — все-таки задал терзающий его вопрос Киллер, скрестив руки на груди и наклонив голову на бок.

— Да просто Найтмер взбесился от того, что кто-то съел 100 чокопаев, среди которых был и его, специально отложенный! — не церемонясь, заявил младший близнец. На такое объяснение ситуации Найтмер слегка нахмурился: манера, с которой оно было произнесено, ему не понравилась.

— Да потому что ты явно чем-то полакомился... Вон! Как улыбался и пальцы свои слюнявил!

Киллер спокойно отреагировал на такое язвительное высказывание.

— Ах, это... — он с хитрой ухмылкой ещё раз лизнул все ещё сладкий палец. — Мы с Чино игрались.

— Что?! Без меня? — Найтмер чуть не грохнулся с кресла и, подскочив с места, хотел было возмутится, но осекся и, слегка покраснев, нервно глянул на Дрима. Прокашлявшись, продолжил: — То есть... Прекрати без делу шататься!

— Ох! А знаете что? — тут же как в ничем не бывало воскликнул пустоглазый, совсем не обратив внимание на смущение Найта. Братья посмотрели на него, как будто внимательно слушают, ожидая, когда тот продолжит. — Нам нужно кое-что проверить! Идемте.

Вел их Киллер долго и нудно по множеству коридоров. И куда же? Они остановились у одной гримерки, и их любимый проводник, который завел попутчиков в дебри не пойми куда, постучался в дверь. Не услышав оттуда отклика, он радостно открыл её. Пройдя чуть вовнутрь и, попутно оглядываясь на всякий случай, Киллер жестом пригласил болванчиков на ножка войти.

Оказавшись в комнате, братья не знали, чего ожидать дальше от чуда без юбки, поэтому просто наблюдали за его действиями. А тот быстро и верно ринулся вперед к какой-то картине, на которой были изобр��жены персики и маргаритки, и протянул к ней руки. Ох, какой же шок и удивление было на лицах Дрима и Найтмера, когда они увидели, что находилось за прекрасным “шедевром”. И им даже показалось, что у Киллера в тот момент на лбу можно было прочесть: “Я могу вечность смотреть на вас, и это мне никогда не надоест!”.

— Тсс! Это секрет — заговорщицки прислонил палец ко рту тот.

— Это что?! Сейф? — сразу же крикнул Найтмер, но потом снизил тон, как бы поймав этот вайб секретов и заговоров. — Что там?

— Сейчас открою, и узнаете! — радостно вымолвил главный “заговорщик”.

— У тебя есть код? — удивился Дрим.

— Ага, а как же ты думал? Я ведь его поставил — хмыкнул тот в ответ, набирая цифры на дисплее.

Когда прибор пиликнул, уведомляя о верности введенной последовательности, Киллер отворил дверцу и повернулся к присутствующим с торжественным “Та-да!”. Не услышав оваций или хотя бы каких-то охов-ахов, он застопорился и повернулся к сейфу, войдя в ступор вот окончательно. Пусто... Там было...

— Пусто! — он закричал с трагическим тоном и повис на железном чудовище. Ещё бы чуть-чуть и заплакал, но его тут остановили с расспросами.

— И что же здесь должно было быть, умник? — спросил Найт, видимо, довольный его страданиями.

— Там... — "Королева драмы” шмыгнул носом и потер глазницу. — Должны были быть мои припрятанные на черный день шоколадки.

— Припрятанные, говоришь? — Найтмер нахмурился, подошел ближе к Киллеру и потянул на себя, страшно заглядывая прямо в пустоту глазниц того.

— Ну-ну, Найти, отпусти беднягу — сюсюкаясь, ласково пропел его брат, коснувшись чужого плеча. — Он ведь пострадавший. Так же, как и мы. Потерял... — Дрим тоже сделал чересчур драматический вид. — ...Свою прелесть!

Найтмер страдательно и измученно простонал и отпустил бедного “щеночка”. Они пошли обратно: к месту, где произошло первое происшествие. По пути Дрим и Киллер так ржали, что казалось — их можно было услышать и за 100 километров! Просто невыносимо... для Найтмера! Добравшись до нужного места, трое детективов уселись за столом, задумавшись о “Деле пропажи сладкого сокровища”. Название, которое дал Киллер. А эта картина, которая нарисована неизвестным творцом, называется “Трое рыцарей за столом с крошками убитых пироженок”. Ещё одна Киллеровская шутка.

Сидели они и сидели, пока настенные часы тикали. Но так ничего в их головы не приходило: ни одна дельная мысль, ни одно предположение. Это так огорчало. Ведь сама ситуация была необычна: сильно озадачивал�� и не позволяла верить в её существование. Так какой в этом толк? Продолжать размышлять над этим? Дрим вот все последнее время думал лишь над этими вопросами. Ему, если честно, это было неинтересно, так, к тому же, ещё так много дел. Но кое-что все-таки держало его: причина такой одержимости брата за это. Он хотел в этом разобраться. Почему Найтмер так вспылил? Почему продолжал бесится? Почему это важно для него? Это все так сложно... Дрим вздохнул и прилег на локти, расположившись на столе. В сон потянуло, но не успел он прикрыть даже глаза, как кто-то коснулся плеч.

— Дрим, ты не видел мой шоколадный сок? — скелет обернулся и похлопав глазками, встретился с знакомым и любимым лицом. Кросс некоторое время стоял и смотрел на него, но потом отвернулся и пошел к мусорке у стены. — Может быть он где-то здесь?

— Кросс, не ройся в мусоре! — подорвался с места Дрим. — Руки потом...

— Нашел! — воскликнул радостно скелет, вытаскивая из пластикового контейнера коробочку из-под какого-то напитка. Он шустро встал с колен и прямо сияя подошел обратно к сборищу.

— Кросс, ты же не будешь пить... из этого? — недовольно скрестил руки на груди желтоглазый скелет.

— Аах... Там уже ничего нет — расстроенно выдохнул Кросс, обернувшись к остальным. — А, кстати, что вы тут делаете?

— К твоему сведению, помойная крыса... — шутливо начал Киллер.

— Какая крыса? — возмущенно стукнул ладонью о стол перед наглым скелетом Кросс.

— Так значит с “помойная” ты согласен? — не унимался тот, на что получил злой взгляд со стороны Найтмера:

— Кончайте тут... обзывательствами бросаться! Мешаете думать...

— А о чем вы думаете? — поинтересовался снова Кросс, садясь на стул.

— Просто тут у нас кое-что пропало... а то есть, перечисляю: 100 чокопаев, которые принес Найтмер, и черный запас шоколада Киллера — объяснил милому младший близнец, ласково пропев каждое слово.

— Хм... — задумался разноглазый. — А знаете? У меня произошло кое-что похожее.

— В каком смысле?

— Смотрите... — он поставил на стол пустую коробочку, на это Дрим немножко нахмурился, но потом расслабился, решив не показывать свое недовольство на грязь. — Я был занят своими делами, попутно употребляя мой сок. На минуту отвернулся и... хоба! Он пропал.

Теперь к их команде присоединился четвертый. Но даже с дополнительной силой ничего не выходило, а время шло. Что-что, а это остановить нельзя, как и выбраться из этой паутины проблемы. За окном виднелось уже пестрое оранжево-красное небо — вечереет. Представите себе, они потратили почти пол дня на это! Невообразимо! Так ещё пришли к ничему... Это худшие из всего. Все, кроме Найтмера, встали и решили пойти уже по домам. Дрим остановился, ожидая брата, который продолжал сидеть и испепелять деревянную поверхность пронзительным взглядом сосредоточенности.

— Найти, пошли домой, уже поздно. Ну чего тебе это? Оно уже произошло и все... — он коснулся плеч старшего, пытаясь достучаться до него и побудить бросить это.

— Есть идея! — Неожиданно Найтмер подскочил и воскликнул, привлекая к себе внимание всех. — Останемся здесь и устроим ловушку на воришку-сладкоежку!

Киллер и Кросс начали переглядываться, а потом ожидающе посмотрели на Дрима, стоящего позади Найтмера. Поймав их взгляды, тот вздохнул и жестом как бы показал, что выбора нет. Братик слишком увлекся, вот и все.

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Ветер дует, слышно его завывание... Кто-то не закрыл окно или стены здесь такие тонкие? По правде говоря, в такое позднее время помещения в студии выглядят страшновато, а странный шорох и лунный синий свет создает атмосферу какого-то фильма ужасов или вампирской романтики. И все-таки зачем они это затеяли? А вдруг что-то плохое случится? Кросс не понимал всего этого, как и то, зачем он в это ввязался. Но делать нечего, лишь вдохи расслабляют.

— Но я предупреждаю! — кажется вся мрачность окружения никак не привлекала Киллера, или же он просто игнорировал настороженность других участников их задумки. — Это последняя шоколадка, что у меня есть, поэтому ты, Найтмер, должен будешь мне ещё одну...

— Да, да, да... — но чужая наглость совсем не задевала. Найтмер и так был занят, расставляя инвентарь для самодельной ловушки, а отвлекаться было не в его приоритетах.

— И коробку конфет за моральный ущерб! — скрестил руки на груди Киллер так, как будто он какая-то обиженная дама высшего общества. На это послышался лишь длинный выдох, а Найтмер, поднявшись и скрестив руки так же, как и другой скелет, закатил глаза, а потом вымолвил:

— Все, что прикажите, госпожа.

На такое обращение выше названная “Королева” встал в ступор и, покачавшись на ступнях взад вперед, отвернулся, скрывая стыдо-срамский румянец. Ох, какой же он бесстыжий! И Найтмер тоже дал жару: все ещё не догадывается насколько он иногда двусмысленно говорит! Но ничего, Киллер знает, что он сделает потом... А сейчас нужно утолить желание Кошмарчика по поимки неизвестного. Тот как раз уже закончил и подошел рассказывать план:

— Киллер положит туда приманку, а мы по очереди будем дежурить, поняли?

Получив согласие в виде кивков, Найтмер направился к выходу в коридор. На вопрос Киллера, куда тот идет, скелет махнул рукой, показывая, что не его любопытного носа дела. Фыркнув на это, Киллер вернулся к остальным и присоединился, присаживаясь за баррикадой из кресел.

Время шло долго, в пустоте комнаты тиканье часов раздавалось очень ярко и отчетливо, даже раздражало. Ничего совсем не происходило. Ничегошеньки! Киллер повернулся к своим напарникам и нахмурился. Те уже успели задремать, примостившись друг у друга под боками. Что за бездельники! Он вздохнул... Ведь верно: все это дело изначально было бессмысленным. Они просто не могут найти того, кто совершил все злодеяния. И ещё одна странная вещь... Найтмер так и не пришел. И куда же наш командир подевался? Разве это не было для него таким важным? Скелет поднялся с пола и потянулся, разминая кости рук.

Он так устал, а пока не вернется Найтмер уйти нет возможности: некрасиво как-то выйдет. Киллер глянул на ловушку и прикрыл рот, готовый зевнуть.

— Даже если никто не заявится, он будет должен мне ещё од...

Не успев даже вдохнуть, скелет вздрогнул и слегка поперхнулся. На мгновение ему показалось, что он видел чью-ту фигуру. Приведя себя в более-менее спокойствие, Киллер поспешил разбудить двух спящих “котят”.

— Аагх! Киллер, договорились же: ты дежуришь первым, а мы — потом! — недовольно ворчал Кросс, стараясь не слишком повышать тон, чтобы не напугать Дрима.

— Но это важно!

— Твои шутки не могут быть важными...

— Кросс, хватит... — чуть потирая правую глазницу и зевая, просипел Дрим. — Может это действительно важно. Что такое, Киллер?

— Мне кажется, что я кого-то видел.

— Если кажется, иди к окулисту — встрял Кросс, прищурившись.

— Но это правда! Мы здесь одни и никто больше не может быть, это нервирует. А ещё... — следующие слова скелет так пробубнил, что их невозможно было разобрать. — Найтмер куда-то ушел и так и не вернулся.

— Так, успокойтесь оба — попытался охладить ребят Дрим, а потом, расценочно осмотревшись, продолжил: — Давайте посмотрим, взял ли наш “незваный гость” сладкую наживку.

Кросс не хотел в это верить, но по ходу Киллер был прав, что в здании находится посторонний: шоколадки на столике не было. Ну и что же им делать дальше? Ведь, по всей видимости, они уже упустили “преступника”. Но была ещё одна загвоздка...

— Чего то братик все ещё не возвращается — тихо и печально проговорил скелет с желтыми глазами, которые под светом луны сверкнули золотистым оттенком.

— Я, кстати, тоже об этом думал... — развел руки и покачал головой Киллер.

— Так как он все это затеял, то будем выяснять дальнейшие действия лишь у него — изрек Кросс, облокотившись о стол. — Пойдемте его искать...

Согласившись с этой идеей, они вышли в коридор. Это был долгий и страшный путь. Здесь было намного темнее, чем в той комнате. Кажется слышен не только ветер, но и шорох и какой-то скрежет. Это начало напрягать не только Кросса, которому с самого начало было дискомфортно находится здесь, но и Дрима. Тот прижимался к другому скелету ещё крепче, и, даже не смотря на обстоятельства, у разноглазого это вызывало некие теплые ощущения внутри и слабый румянец на щеках.

Внезапный звон разбитого стекла заставил скелетов вздрогнуть и обратить на себя внимание. Они поспешили выяснить, что там происходит, и застыли, завернув за угол. Там была фигура, стоящая неподалеку от лежащих на полу осколков вазы. Она казалось знакомой, но... Кто же это может быть? Прищурившись, Киллер первым догадался:

— Найтмер!!! — из закрывающие окно шторы проклюнулись лучики голубоватого света, озаряющего половину вышеназванного скелета. — Что ты делаешь?

Пустоглазый скелет подошел ближе и коснулся чужого плеча. Найтмер вздрогнул, роняя что-то из рук, и медленно повернул голову, взглянув в лицо друга с таким видом, как будто только недавно проснулся. Это очень сильно удивило другого скелета, поэтому он наклонил голову в бок, ожидая ответов, но, так и не дождавшись ничего, обратил внимание на предмет, который лежал на полу. Киллер наклонился и взял это в руки. Присмотревшись, он смог определить, что это... как неудивительно, шоколадка! И не просто какая-нибудь, а та самая! Киллер был уверен. Но он никак не мог понять, что это может значить.

Дрим и Кросс тоже ничего не понимали. Они подошли вместе с Киллером, но все это время только молчали. Все находились в таком замешательстве, что даже не знали, что и сказать. Даже сам Найтмер был в шоке.

— Найти... — через некоторое время тихо вымолвил его брат, привлекая к себе внимание. — Так ты лунатик? Я раньше не замечал...

— Я... Я... — он метался взглядом по темному помещению и теребил фаланги пальцев. — Даже не знаю, что и сказать, ребята...

— Так может это ты все сделал? — подал голос Киллер, поднимаясь с пола и продолжая держать плитку сладости в руке. На его слова фиолетовоглазый скелет виновато опустил голову. Но, кажется, другому скелету этого было недостаточно, поэтому он решил перечислить все совершенные преступления: - Ты собственнолично съел все чокопаи, которые сам же и принес. Ты съел мой запас шоколада. Ты выпил сок Кросса. И самое страшное: ты обвинил в этом всех, даже собственного брата!

— Мне жаль! Действительно — воскликнул пристыженный и униженный до самого дна скелет. — Я хотел извинится перед Дримом, но! Сбился на тебя. Простите, я действительно не знаю, что на меня нашло!

— Ничего, братик — вмешался Дрим, успокаивающе обнимая того. — Я не злюсь. Наверное... ты просто переутомился. И, возможно, от этого ты и лунатишь. Я же говорил: не перенапрягайся.

И вот: разгадка этой тайны пришла. Можно уже идти домой, но не тут то было! Была одна вещь, которая совсем не связывалась со всеми фактами...

— А все же, Киллер, ты в кое-чем не прав — задумчиво протянул Кросс, приложив палец к подбородку, пялился на носки своей обуви.

— Хм, и в чем же? — хмыкнул тот, упершись руками в бока.

— Может Найтмер и съел чокопаи и выпил мой сок, но он никак не мог взломать сейф, будучи в бессознательном состоянии. Что-то не складывается.

— Но кто же мо...

Неожиданно какое-то шуршание отвлекло Киллера, не дав закончить вопрос. Послышался скрежет и странный урчащий звук. Это привлекло всех остальных: повернувшись, они уставились в темноту, покрывающую другую половину комнаты. Что-то сверкнуло в глубине, а настораживающие звуки усилились. Скелеты шагнули назад, скопившись в одну кучу и прижавшись к друг другу. Страшные огоньки напоминали глаза какого-то существа. Что же это может быть? Оно приближалось, заставляя их в страхе отступать ближе к повороту. Ещё чуть-чуть и можно будет узнать, что скрывалось в черной мгле. Последний клацающий шаг и...

— Мяу!

Компания завопила и помчалась прочь. Не оборачиваясь, они с позором ушли от опасности. А разве в этом была опасность? Это просто милый маленький котеночек. Может быть такая мрачная атмосфера позволила их фантазии разыграться? Никто не может знать наверняка. И неужели это и вправду конец?

— Эй, ребята? А что вы тут делали? — скелет в бежевом свитере, мило улыбаясь под лунным светом, поднимал белую кошку.

Это, конечно, был неожиданный поворот. Но разве это не мы должны задавать этот вопрос, Чино? Ведь они так и не узнают об этом. Так же, как и не узнают, что же их напугало в ту ночь. Это касается и того... Так кто же съел шоколад Киллера? Правда, в этой истории было много вопросов. И вы можете подумать, что узнали ответы на всех них, но нет. Это ошибочное предположение.

Это то, на что ответа нет. Так как эти все загадки должны оставаться неразгаданными. И только вы сами поймете, что истина, а что - ложь. Вы сами решаете, как ответить.

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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Am I Annoying?

Virgil begins to worry that he's asking for tickles too often. In an attempt to lessen his temptations, Virgil hides away in his bedroom. But Patton and the other sides are missing having him around. So, Patton finally checks up on him to find out the reason for Virgil's sudden hiding plan.

This was suggested by an anonymous user on my Tumblr page. Thank you for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy the fanfic!

Virgil has always worried about many things. If the thing was bad and had to do with him, then he worried about it. Some things were worth getting worried about, while other things were just unnecessary. An example of something that would be worth worrying about is: ‘Did I forget to buy someone a gift for christmas?’ and ‘did I forget to turn the stove on?’. Things that are unnecessary to worry about is: ‘Is this person still mad at me despite them saying they forgive me?’ and ‘Does this person truly love me as much as they claim?’. Though these things seem understandable to worry about, they actually aren’t necessary for survival or your life whatsoever. So, you can cross that off your list. But one thing that has been going through his mind, is if Virgil is annoying the people around him with one single question: ‘Can you tickle me please?’

That thought has been bringing him down since he admitted he likes being tickled. He fears he’s been asking too much to be tickled, and he fears he may be annoying them as a result. How does he know? Well, that’s easy: he senses it. He senses they’re agitated. He senses the fear in their head as Virgil walks up to them. He just knows they’ve grown to despise the question. “Can I be tickled?” “I’m in the mood.” “Are you busy? If not, can you tickle me please?” It’s become too much for them to handle. Virgil knows it. He knows it all too well. And now...Virgil feels bad about it.

So what a better way to lessen the question, than to hide away more often? If he wasn’t around the sides nearly as much, he wouldn’t be tempted into asking. And if the sides were left without anxiety there, the sides wouldn’t have to worry about the dreaded question coming up. So Virgil’s been hiding himself away in the dark void that is his room. He’s been finding other ways to make up for his cravings, and has found ways to survive his lee moods without people. Sure, it’s not nearly as perfect a remedy as being actually tickled, but...it’s better than being bombarded with the same general question over and over again.

Virgil was sitting in his room, drinking hot chocolate and snacking on popcorn while he watched christmas movies. He was bored and tired. Also touch-starved. And in need of love. But Virgil ignored his cravings and continued to try and watch the movie.

Soon though, a few knocks filled the room. “Virgil?” the familiar voice called. Uh oh...It was Patton. Patton probably senses he’s been hiding from them! Virgil gasped in slight fear, and hid himself under the covers with his phone. “I brought you food. You haven’t been coming out.” Patton told him. Virgil winced at that. He DOES know. Well...that’s Patton for ya: always checking up on his family members. “Can I come in?” Patton asked.

Virgil whined quietly and rested his head on his pillow. It was getting hard to breath under the comforter, but he wasn’t prepared to face Patton or the other sides yet. He was scared of what they would think of him just...shutting them out for personal reasons. The truth was, what he did to them wasn’t fair. But...Do they really miss him that much?

Soon, the door opened. “I’m gonna place the food down here, then leave you alone. Something tells me you need alone time.” Patton told him.

Virgil frowned. Who told him he needed alone time? Was Patton just assuming that? If so, then that is a really bad assumption to make.

He didn’t hear his door close. So, Virgil continued to hide under the covers till he heard some sort of noise that indicated he was alone.

“Virgil?” Patton called, his voice getting closer. Virgil opened his eyes and bit his lip. He heard Patton pick up a piece of plastic. “Have you been solely surviving on popcorn and juice boxes?” he asked.

Virgil silently sighed. Great. Patton’s gonna start on his rant about how ‘unhealthy’ it is and how he should at least be making noodles or getting food from the kitchen.

“Virgil...Please come out.” Patton begged, patting the being that hid under the pile of blanket.

“Why?” Virgil asked.

“I’m worried about you. We’re all worried about you. You’ve been hiding in here for a week.” Patton told him.

Virgil thought about it. Yup, he has been hiding for a week. And boy, did it feel like one. The days became so much slower when he was all alone and not hanging out with the other sides. “I know.” Virgil finally replied.

“Why? Did we do something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me.” Patton begged.

Virgil blinked in surprise. Wait...Are they blaming themselves for him not coming out? Why would they be blaming themselves? They did nothing wrong.

“It’s not you. It’s me.” Virgil told him.

Virgil waited for something to happen. What was Patton gonna do? Was Patton gonna take the covers off him? Was Patton gonna poke him? Was Patton gonna surround him with all his special stuffies?

Well...the last one isn’t that bad, actually.

Virgil’s thoughts quickly halted when a bunch of weight softly came down on the bed. Virgil felt the mass with his feet, and quickly realized he was touching Patton’s hip. What’s he doing?

“Is this about the tickling thing?” Patton asked.

Virgil’s fear morphed into guilt almost immediately. Damn...he knows. “...Yeah.” Virgil admitted.

Virgil moved the comforter off his face very slowly and looked at the man. Patton was smiling humbly at him. “Are you still embarrassed about liking it?” Patton asked.

Virgil shook his head. “I worry...I’m asking too much.” Virgil admitted.

Patton widened his eyes and quickly scooted himself closer. “Virgil, we are not bothered by how often you ask us for tickles. We would much rather you ask us 5 times everyday, than have you hide in your room and not ask at all.” Patton admitted.

Virgil’s fear lessened a slight bit. “Are you sure?” He asked.

Patton moved his bangs out of the way. “Of course. I’m positive.” Patton replied.

Virgil smiled a little and looked at his hand. “Thank you Patton.”

“No problem! Are you up for some tickles now?” Patton asked.

Virgil looked at him and practically tackled him down. “YES PLEEEAAASE! I have been touch-starved for way too long. I am just aching fo-hohohohor- Yahahahahay!” Virgil practically melted off of Patton and flopped onto the ground happily. Patton skittered his fingers as quickly and effectively as he could on Virgil’s sides, ribs, and armpits. “Whyhyhyhy ahahare yohohohou gohohoihihihing soho fahahahast? Ihihi dihihidn’t ehehehexpehehect thihihis!” Virgil admitted.

Patton giggled and continued his tickling. “Because I think you deserve lots of tickles! I wanted to make up for the long break we’ve all had from tickling you!” Patton replied eagerly.

“Ohohohoho! Wehehehell, ahahahalrihihight.” Virgil giggled as he squirmed about under him. Patton moved his hands to Virgil’s sides, and started clawing and squeezing them. Virgil threw his head back with a surprised shriek! “OHOHOHOHO GEHEHEHEEZ! HAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!” Virgil bursted out laughing.

“Ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-tickle! A ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-ticka-tickle!” Patton teased with a huge smile on his face.

“HOHOHOW AHAHARE YOHOHOHOU SOHO GOHOHOHOOD AHAHAT THIHIHIHIS?!” Virgil asked, already overcome with giddiness.

“I guess it’s just in my nature. Being a father means you are automatically an amazing tickle monster.” Patton replied.

“NOHOHOHOW YOHOHOU’RE BOHOHOASTIHIHING.” Virgil reacted.

“Yeeeaaah, maybe a little.” Patton replied with a smirk. “Uh oh! I feel a sneeze coming! Uh oh! Aah, aah! AAAAAH-” Patton dipped his head down into Virgil’s belly and blew a BIG raspberry onto his belly.

Virgil threw his head back and practically HOWLED with laughter! “WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Oh! Goodness me!” Patton fake sniffed. “Pardon me! That was a strong one.” Patton joked.

“THAHAHAHAT WAHAHAS A FUHUHUCKING SNEEHEHEHEHEZE?!” Virgil joked as well, making a reference to the TikTok audio.

Patton laughed at that. “That was a fucking SNEEZE?!” Patton reacted, imitating the original audio voice as best as he could before laughing himself silly.

“Dihihid yohou mehean to reference that?” Virgil asked.

“No! I never meant to reference that at all! I was simply trying out a new teasing method.” Patton replied.

“Ooooh. Well, it certainly worked.” Virgil added.

“Really?!” Patton reacted, clapping his hands excitedly.

“Yup!” Virgil replied.

Patton tilted his head to the side. “Can I be honest?”

Virgil chuckled. “Of course you can. What’s up?”

Patton smiled. “I’m in the mood to press your buttons.” Patton admitted.

Virgil blinked in surprise. “I...What-” was all Virgil could say. Press his buttons? Like, annoy him while tickling him?

“Specifically, a certain giggle button of yours~” Patton teased, wiggling his index finger and lowering it down to his belly button.

“Ohoho! That’s what you meant. You were making a subtle tehehease!” Virgil quickly lost track of how close the finger was, and guffawed in surprise when Patton’s finger touched down a lot sooner than he expected.

“Uh oh! Looks like a certain wiggle worm is looking for a hooome~! I wonder...Can your belly button become its brand new cave for the winter?” Patton teased.

Virgil continued to laugh and squirm around wildly. “WHAHAHAHAT?! IHIHIHI’M TOHOHOHOO TIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH FOHOHOR THAHAHAHAT!” Virgil replied.

Patton made a fake frown. “But the poor worm has come across so many belly buttons today! And they’ve all been too ticklish to handle it! Will the poor worm ever find a home to hibernate in?” Patton asked.

“FIHIHIHIND OHOHOUT NEHEHEXT TIHIHIHIME OHON DRAHAHAGOHOHON BAHAHALL ZEEHEHEHE!” Virgil suddenly declared.

Patton gasped in fake horror. “NOT find out next time! We must find out now!” Patton reacted. “If your ticklish widdle belly button won’t work, maybe your armpits will?” Patton asked.

Virgil shrieked in horror! “NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THE ARMPIHIHIHITS!” Virgil begged, pushing against his chest.

“Oh YES the armpits! There’s nowhere else that’s quite as hidden than the belly button, or the armpits!” Patton declared.

Patton’s finger started inching its way to Virgil’s left armpit to burrow itself in there. Virgil was pushing Patton and laughing out the words “NO!” over and over again. But Patton giggled at his attempts because his pushing was just exposing his armpits more and more.

Patton finally touched down and burrowed his finger into the exposed armpit. “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NONONONOHOHOHO NAHAHAT MYHYHY AHAHARMPIHIHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHASE!” Virgil shrieked and laughed hysterically!

“Oh my goodness! This little home is veeeerry comfy, but also super bumpy. Maybe the right armpit might be better?” Patton removed his finger from his left pit and inched his wormy finger over his shoulder blades to the right pit.

“PAHAHAHAT! DOHOHOHON’T! IHIHIHI’M BEHEHEGGIHIHIHING YOHOHOU!” Virgil squawked and cackled.

Patton paused his tickling and smirked. Virgil’s laughter quickly turned into giggles as his body started recovering from the tickle attack. But once his brain fog sobered up, Virgil looked at Patton with the most heart wrenching disappointed expression on his face. The facial expression alone, could break a dozen hearts.

“You don’t really want me to skip out on the right armpit, do you?” Patton asked.

Virgil looked down, giving him the guilty eyes. But his lips read a more playful, embarrassed kind of reaction. “N...No.” Virgil finally replied.

“Iiiii KNEW IT! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! “You like armpit tickles too!” Patton added.

“Wahahanna know something else?” Virgil asked. Patton quickly nodded and leaned forward to hear it. “My belly button is my favorite spot to be tickled.” Virgil admitted.

Patton gasped and practically EXPLODED with excitement! It didn’t take long for Patton to hold his arms up and tickle his belly button for him. “Coochy coochy coochy coochy coo! Such a cute little giggle button!” Patton teased more and more. “It’s been so long since I’ve booped such a ticklish little button! Boop! Boop boop boop!” Patton continued to tease.

Virgil could not stop squirming around and struggling to protect his ticklish belly button. “HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHES SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHAD!” Virgil told him.

“It tickles really bad, huh?” Patton let out an amused giggle. “Do you want me to slow down for ya?” Patton asked. Virgil shook his head in response, showing Patton that it was just a statement, and not a plea for change. “Okaaaaayy! But if you ever change your mind, you can always tell me to move spots.” Patton let him know casually.

Virgil continued to enjoy the belly button tickles for a little while. Even though it wasn’t the giggly kinda tickles, it was just the right amount that made Virgil all giddy and delirious. He missed this so much. It was almost agony trying to get through the week without proper tickles. And Patton was so understanding, patient, and playful all at once!

Virgil learned on that evening how patient every side really is with him. He had been worried he was annoying them by asking when in reality, it was only Virgil who was experiencing the doubt about his family. The only person who has showed any signs of annoyance was Roman. And that could easily be explained as Roman being his cocky self.

And how does a cocky attitude get cured?

Why, with tickles of course! Never forget the teases, and don’t be shy with the raspberries! And of course, all ticklish lees shall be calmed with some cuddles, blankets and hot cocoa.

#ticklefic #lee!virgil #ler!patton #platonic relationships #patton is a sweetheart #virgil needs tickles #mild hurt/comfort #tooth-rotting fluff

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