#theres a demon deep inside whispering to me

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⤷ Uzui Tengen x Fem!Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro

♡ portal ♡ demon slayer ♡ series ♡ words: 1.2k | reading: n/a

tags fem!reader, slow burn (not kidding in the slightest), angst central, smut (other parts), emotional cheating, fluff, depression, manipulation, maladaptive daydreaming. (lmk if i missed any!)

You close the front door then take off your hairpin and ring, enjoying hearing them slam on the other pieces. You correct your gloomy face to a joyful one before any of the girls notice. They aren’t at fault, you hope, and it’s just normal for some favoritism, right? Who are you fooling?

Walking deeper into the living room, you take a deep breath before the girls take turns hugging you, and you them. Their voices blend in with the atmosphere, as you make eye contact with your husband, an unidentifiable expression on his face. You look at the girls tiredly, as Suma gives an extra hug “Go change so we can eat!” and you nod excitedly at her before you bounce upstairs.

We each have separate rooms, as Tengen is big on gift giving, and it piles up quickly. Another reason is that he enjoys our hobbies, and gives us sufficient space to express ourselves. Sadly, theres no beds except for the huge shared mattress. You don’t want to be near him tonight. You sit in front of your mirror after changing and stare at yourself, getting sad that you got worked up over something that won’t matter. It’s not a surprise.

“How did you get home, my love?” Tengen asked softly, standing at the door frame. “Same as before. Kyojuro kindly arranged my carriage.” You sigh, and turn to look at him angrily after he looks down, avoiding your gaze. You get up and pull him inside by his arm as you close the door, careful to not slam it, and cross your arms. You whisper yell “I mean don’t you think its embarrassing for me? My man-” Huh? Tengen isn’t only your man. He’s your man, Makio’s man, Suma’s man, Hina’s man, and whoever else he wants to share his love with. It’s wearing thin, regardless.

You continue talking, correcting yourself, “A husband, should not forget about his wife and leave her to possibly walk on her own in the cold-” He cuts you off “Thankfully Kyojuro was there to-” You let him ramble on as the room seems to get fuzzy before you speak up, “Why didn’t you send me a carriage tonight?” He finally looked into your eyes and his voice dropped an octave “I lost track of time, and I deeply apologize” he laced your hands together.

“I’ll make it up to you, my love. We’ll go somewhere extraordinary soon, and I’ll even accompany you in your carriage until you forgive me.” Tengen squeezed your hand tightly, squeezing your fingers between his and bringing your hand up to his chest. You close your eyes, not wanting to cry or argue tonight. “Tomorrow” he begins, “is all for you. y/n? Look at me. What’s-”

Before Tengen can continue speaking, Hina opens the door to your room, causing you to widen your eyes in shock. She spoke up after what felt like ages, “Supper is ready, that’s all” she smiles as she makes her way downstairs. You and Tengen share a glance before he goes down, dragging you with him.

The dinner table is loud and rowdy, as the other wives were fussing about how hard making dinner was and how they wanted to split chores every week. You had a deadpan face, refusing to look up from your plate even though you had 2 bites left. You didn’t want to give your input as lately all you’ve done is the dishes and breakfast at most. “y/n, back me up! It’s too cruel!” Oh no. “Leave her alone, remember the last time Makio had the broom?” You ask quizzically, and everyone’s faces turn pale as they remember past events. Makio is grinning while Hina grips her chopsticks tightly. Suma mumbles with her mouth full “I’ll sweep, only this week!” Our husband bursts out laughing, making all 4 of us chew him out.

The next morning, you are woken up by Tengen rubbing your arms. “I’m trapped” he whispers into your ear. You get off of his chest rubbing your eyes and realize today is his promised day to you, the same day that ironically, the girls attend a meeting concerning their work. You freshen up and head downstairs to find him smiling at you, with a cup of tea in hand. “You served your own tea!” You gasp dramatically. “It was so exhausting, my love!” he pats his thigh. You slowly walk over to him and climb onto his lap, facing him. He groans in delight, kissing your forehead.

“Let’s go on a tour of the city tonight, y/n.” You nod in acceptance, slow to plant a kiss on his lips, knowing that there’s no way out. Tengen loves torturing you all. When there’s a conflict, he tortures both parties intensely until there’s an understanding. If he is in a conflict with one of us, he’s the biggest fawner. Something dissatisfied you. Knowing how he is when someone’s upset, of course he would want to walk. It meant that he knew you missed it. At least it was a start.

When the other wives got home, you knew to excuse yourself to go change into comfortable shoes. Going downstairs and eating with them, it seemed to soak in. It felt wrong to look at them as a burden. Everything in this arrangement felt alright at first, but unfortunately it aged like milk. The guilt comes from it only sounding like a bad deal to you, specifically. Inching closer to the front door, Tengen had minimal jewelry on, waiting for you with some rings in his palm for you to wear.

Holding your hand jammed with his favorite jewels, he strolled with you in silence. You didn’t know what to say. The bright lights began looking down on him, showing off his beauty. It felt like your first outing together. However, instead of his eyes being focused on you, they were on the floor. Tengen spoke up quietly, “y/n, I want you to give me a clean slate… Maybe it will lead to us craving more intimacy again.” Us? You don’t miss a beat, confirming what you already knew. You decide to butt in, just a little “Tengen, little things will slowly start to fill our renewed slate-” Your voice suddenly sounded much higher in pitch. “Then I’ll get a bigger slate until we work it out.” He said while his grip on your hand tightened. You gave up.

You slept on the end of the bed, where you felt most comfortable sleeping now, facing away from everyone. You knew you would wake up with your eyes puffy from the silent streams of tears, but you were confident they wouldn’t be pointed out, at least, by your family. Your mind drifted to imagining how you would laugh and see those genuine smiles tomorrow. Tengen had you worried. Half-hearted kisses aren’t enough anymore.

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Plz oh great author. I would just like... some dadV content. Just like. V and a child reader. Plz.

This probably isnt what you expected but, here's V being an adopted dad for a 5 year old reader in the ruins of Redgrave. It's not good, but its work. Ig

V x Child! Reader

Dad!V in the rubble of Redgrave.

You hide under the remnants of your bed. The ripped mattress and splintered frame providing little shelter from the horrors that lie beyond your eyelids. You weren't asleep, but still subscribed to the belief that the monsters couldn't get you if they thought you were asleep.

The sound of footsteps approaching lit a flame of hope in your heart, only for it to crash down the moment you heard the monsters come again.

It was so loud, crashing, screaming... were they fighting? If it was battle it ended quickly. And whatever entered your room won. You let out a soft whimper, curling into yourself. The foot steps approach the mess you called a bed. The sound of the mattress being pulled slightly made you burst into tears.

"Well, what do we have here?"

You open your tear filled eyes to see an adult, his black hair and dark clothes. "Mommy left me again- Are the monsters gone!?" His face was almost devoid of emotion. "Yes." "Are you sure?" At first. A smile smile splits his face as he offers you a tattoted hand. "Positive, little one."

_

We've seen before that he could care less about children at first glance, but the mentioning your mother leaving you caused him to instantly attach to you.

Alone, afraid, but this time, no way to protect yourself.

Deep down something inside of him told him that he needs to protect you. To take the job that your obviously useless mother could not handle.

You latch onto him quickly as well, your new protector. You think he's so cool, with his weird clothes, tattoos, and the funny things he says.

The second night he had you, you fell asleep pressed up against him as read a loud.

_

"When we see not thro the eye. Which was born in a night to perish in a night. When the soul slept in beams of light..."

He stops, green eyes boring down at your sleeping form. Your little hand wrapped over the edge of the corset under his coat. A small smile splits his face. Dispite all you had gone through, you still held peace. You would smile up at him after minutes of tucking your head into his side to hide your eyes from the gore that went on in front of you.

Your resilience is unyielding, and he cant help but admire that. It can make him forget that you are just a child. But now, layed out against his heart, he can see your vulnerability more then ever. You were so talkative, so kind, so soft, so... so... human. So very human. Just as he is now.

_

After some time with him, you'll be able to recite whole poems. And god he's never been more proud.

Technically, he's homeless, so finding somewhere safe for you to sleep is his first priority.

You never sleep alone. Never. Either he or one of his familiars is with you.

Scratch that, you are never alone.

He wasnt surprised by Shadow's fondness of you, but was by Griffon's.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah pip squeak, just don't pull on my feathers anymore."

V is easily annoyed, especially by people who talk too much. Unless it's you.

He can sit and listen to you chatter on in excessive detail about the random things you know.

Maybe that's why you and Griffon can get along. It's a constant back and forth of random facts and jokes that go right over your head.

You just like that he talks to you, he likes that he can make any joke and you won't get upset or offended.

V however, hates that he does this.

Seeing as how V tries his best to shield you from the world. You've already suffered so much.

He takes on the task of "dad" rather quickly.

_

You close your eyes tight as he pours the water from his cupped hands over your hair. V hums softly as he scrubs the filth from your skin. It was rather uncomfortable, taking a bath in a fountain, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as caked on dirt and splatters of demon blood. "We're almost done, I promise."

As soon as he found you to be clean enough he takes off his long leather jacket, dispite it just getting dry, he pulls you out and wraps it around you. He lays out your now dry and somewhat clean clothes and let's you try to dress yourself. Shadow letting you lean on her as you tug your clothes back on.

The warmth from fire used to cook the demon meat is enough to make you feel sleepy, if the exhausting day wasnt enough. You leaned against V's side, curling into him. His arm coming around you, assuring you that you're safe.

_

He accepts that he's pretty much your father very quickly.

But it hurts him. He knows what he has to do, and when that happens, what will happen to you? Who could he possibly trust to care for you?

He takes you everywhere, and doesn't let anything touch you.

It's truly Infuriating to him that he doesn't have the strength to carry you. Of course you ride on shadow, but when they handle demons you are left to mercy of the world.

The two of you being attached at the hip leads to a lot of confusion.

Mostly from Nero

"Why the hell do you have a kid???"

When he finally gets to settle down in Nico's van, you get to lay down for a nap.

And he leaves again, he leaves you to sleep. It was safe and he knew you would be fine there, and you definitely needed to sleep.

Nico, surprisingly, didnt mind you.

The entire time he was so nervous. It's been weeks, and this is the first time you haven't been with him.

When V eventually returns, he finds you chatting Nero's ear off. He didn't seem to mind though, he sat quietly with a smile as you talked.

It hit him then.

You could be safe without him.

_

He watched you fiddle with the metal fingers on Nero's devil breaker as you spoke. The young man making the fingers move, to your delight. Your eyes glowed and you looked up at Nero, he nods to what you're saying with a wide smile.

All of the worries in V's head melt away, but are soon replaced with a feeling of melancholy. You would be fine, you would be safe. Without him. He steps in, your head snaps to him, joy spreading on your features as soon at you realize. You run up to him, hugging his leg tightly.

It wasnt long until he has to leave again, and he knew it was the last time he would see you. And somehow, you knew something was wrong. Your small hands rest on his cheeks, sadness written on your entire being. He pulls you close, whispering to you softly. "I will see you again my little one. I will see you again."

Tiny arms hold tight around his neck, warm, wet tears slip down and fall onto his skin. "Are you sure?" "Positive, little one." You hold on tight to him, even after he lets go. Theres a soft whisper, bairly audible. "I love you, daddy." Then, you let go.

Getting to wave him off while holding onto Nico's leg.

_

He knew he wouldnt see you again, either he dies, or becomes one again. The likelihood of seeing you again with both of those options is little to none.

But he feels peace, you'd be safe. You are safe.

He gets weaker and weaker.

He's been close to it before, but this must be what dieing feels like.

Before reuniting with his other half, he still tries to make sure that you will be okay.

His crumbling body is leaning on Nero, hobbling to the end of his life.

"The child... If you survive, take care of them."

[jilonie]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏 𝙒𝙀𝘼𝙋𝙊𝙉

Jungkook X Y/N

•Future Smut / chapters / love /mafia au /heartless jungkook /love&hate/ romance

𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨:) 𝙞𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙. 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜💘

sneak peak:

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘠/𝘕 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸- 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘯.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳. “𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.”

CHAPTER 1

You were walking. Fast; Really fast. All you could see was black. A darker black than the cloth that covered your eyes. hands. Harsh hands; 6 hands locked on your arms and on your shoulders that you knew would’ve created purple-greenish spots that would hurt like hell. You realized you were in a tunnel speeding through the unknown. Echoes of their keys dangling with one another combined with the never ending tapping of their footsteps irritated your ears. As soon as you lightly shook your head and sighed in exhaustion, you felt a hand against your head violently grabbing a pile of your hair and forcing your head to face forward. “we’re almost there please stay with me” he said. You didn’t know who it was. He sounded soft yet hungry; it was a husky voice that filled your ears and hit every nerve. He sounded rather trustworthy. Rather maybe safe.

Eyesight was still forbidden. Hot air hit your skin at an instant, sending vibrations of satisfaction down your spine as you entered a room and finally stopped.

“I wanna see.” a delicate sound escaped your lips and they knew you weren’t like the others. You weren’t scared of anything; in fact, it amused you.

“Fuck, how is she like this?” one of the men whispered to the other.

“Boss told us she’s a power house. He needs her.” he answered failing to make sure you couldn’t hear. Your red lips turned into a smirk as soon as they placed you on a chair; dead silence filled the room as you waited for the Boss. Strands of hair caressed your cheeks as you waited.

Suddenly rays of light became one with your eyes and he became visible to you. It was the mafia boss. The king of darkness. He was unbeatable; nobody dared to speak of him, steal nor go against. He was quite formally dressed; a serious looking man yet dangerous scars covered the left side of his face creating maps of pathways into the depths of his fearless soul. He scanned your face in surprise of how beautiful you looked. He kneeled in-front of you placing his tattooed hands on the arms of your chair.

“Y/N,” he took a long pause as he tilted his head not breaking the eye contact with his eyes piercing into yours. A painful tint of exhilaration stormed inside you. “You’ll be training with my secret weapon. His name is Jungkook;” he continued, “You know why you’re here young Y/N. Don’t let me down.”

You grew up in the black money, drugs, fame and most of all risk. Your father was the original boss of the mafia. The man even god feared. Lee Keith known as ‘The Boss’, was his right hand man he always relied on. Your father knew you’ve always had this burning flame inside you since the days you smiled as you watched his men kill people; you showed no weakness. As you got older you were the seducer. You’d tend to make the other gangs you’re father was against, gain your trust and told you all their plans and secrets. You were a magical power with eyes darker than the demon but face so irresistible, so stunning; you were a stamp in their memory, difficult for them to forget you.

When your father was killed, your mother took you and ran away from everything and everyone for a good 5 years. You had to be somewhere safe since your protector was dead and all gangs in the dark world your father had beaten, knew you and would die to have you. Until your mafia found you again. You were home.

“Take me to Jungkook.” You spoke in pure confidence even though you knew nothing about him. You had never seen his face however during the fights you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He fought so elegantly yet dangerously; he’d kill numerous people in a matter of seconds and get out with one or two scratches. He’d always wear his mask, even inside the mafia. His face was a mystery; a mystery you wanted to solve.

They dressed you with a mask similar to Jungkooks, black sleeveless top that hugged your silhouette, baggy pants and boots, hair half up half down , purple hair tie paired with fighting gloves. You walked up to the disguised fighter. He was taller than you. Your eyes darted on his arms; his arms exposed of how much he worked out yet the outline of his scars scattered around them were concealed with his tight armor, but still popped out. You noticed a small “Jk” written on the left side of his clothing. He was masked. Your masks became a barrier between both of you. Your only source were your pair of eyes .

“So your the girl the boss has been bragging about?” he said. He sounded rough; a rough angelic voice you don’t hear everyday. You crossed your arms,

“So you’re the Jungkook secret weapon thing right?” You answered.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and cracked his slender fingers looking at you in amusement. “Okay princess; cut the attitude.” he rustled. You stepped closer towards him and whispered as his eyes scanned your ones. You made him nervous.

“make me.” He liked that. You made the blood in his veins rush in adrenaline of pure euphoria. He saw you as a challenge. He wanted to make you just like him.

“ I wanna see you fight.” the tone of his voice darkened.

“I wanna see your face.” You answered back causing your mask to change shape as you smiled. He laughed shaking his head in irony as he stretched his arm exposing his sculpted biceps that led your mind to a whole new world of pleasuring thoughts about him. “Who made you think your that special love?” he answered.

You tapped his nose with your gloved finger, “Oh i am.”

You both trained like animals for a month, restless. You trained with other fighters but you both exchanged looks here and there. You could feel rays of energy blossom inside you whenever he watched you fight. It’s funny how much of an impact he had on you. The thing was, that it was two sided. He impressed you and he knew it; whenever you were around he’d do some flips kicks and tricks in hopes of catching your attention.

Your break had just started after a long session of fights and shooting. you panted so hard sweat was dripping down your pink cheeks. Your vision blurred and your head spun but you could see him coming. That was the first time in a whole week that he’d approach you; his silhouette started running towards you faster and faster as ur sight faded gradually.

“Jung-“ was the only word in your mind as you couldn’t feel your legs anymore.

“Y/N” Jungkook shouted as you felt his hands catching you; then, blank.

You woke up. Laying on a bed. All your eyes processed was the white ceiling. Your head felt like someone banged it on the ground about 100 times; It was logical considering the amount of times you got hit. But you were the best out of everyone except him. Your eyes adjusted to the world as you slowly picked yourself to a sitting position. You were alone. Theres was only a bed, a first aid kit and you.

You couldn’t stop thinking of him touching you as you collapsed even though you felt it for only a split second. His touch felt different from anything else that ever came in contact with your skin. You didn’t know why you felt that way and it killed you; he was the one who broke your stone wall of emotions. He was the weakness. As you sat there you could feel a breeze on your face. You panicked; the mask. Where was it and why isn’t it on you. You touched your bare face missing the feeling of not being trapped around a cloth for the whole day.

The door slammed opened as Jungkook rushed inside in agony looking to see if you were ok. But why did he care? He froze and studied ever corner every angle ever perfect imperfection of your beautiful face with wide eyes. He stood there just looking at you when you felt insecure and looked down breaking the intense contact. You felt your heart in your throat and fireworks blasting in your stomach from what you were experiencing and with who it was.

“Y/N,” he paused as he stood 5 feet away from you watching you sit there on the bed without your mask. He cleared his throat and shook his head trying his best to swallow every feeling, every letter of your name every aspect of you. He took a deep breath and continued as you watched in shock,

“you should continue practicing, you have 10 minutes to get your head straight.” He turned around ready to leave as he displayed his v shaped back to you sending questions in your mind of how would it look like without the cloth on top.

“Jungkook!” Your innocent voice found the courage to flow. He stopped still his back facing you; you didn’t know what to expect. He shook his head and you sat there observing in anxiousness.

“Fuck Y/N don’t say that” He said softly.

“Why? Why are you being like this. I fucking don’t know what it is about you i haven’t even seen your face and-“ You gave up. You felt weaker and weaker as you spoke; even embarrassed. He sighed loudly placing his hands behind his head as if he gave up on everything.

“I know i’m gonna regret this later but i can’t fucking help it.” he said as he walked towards you. He took his mask off and slammed his lips onto yours. A world of breathtaking feelings grew inside you in a matter of seconds as he guided his hands through your hair. Your hearts beating like wild animals trying to break out of your chests.

The world stopped and the barrier exploded in the most beautiful way none of you ever expected. He needed your kiss; he kept kissing you, and you kept letting him to. Finally the kiss broke and you looked at him. He was the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on. It was a wild beauty. His darkness was only in his eyes yet his face was delicate. His brown hair fell perfectly on his eyes caging the shimmer of his universe which consisted of all shades of black but all kinda of the brightest stars. His jaw a knife and his lips your drug. He still held on to your hair in elegance,

“Please, please don’t stop” You whispered as your voice broke.

“ From the moment i fucking saw you that first time i couldn’t stop thinking about you. You fucking mess me up Y/N and i don’t even know you.” he explained while caressing your cheek with his warm thumb. “Whenever your around you fuck me up; the only thing i think about is you Y/N and how- how you’d look in my arms every night without that stupid mask on.” he searched your eyes desperately trying to find an answer.

“Jungkook we cant be together.” Your eyes were tearing waterfalls as glistening dots of water ran in pain.

“I know.” he sighed his eyes not leaving your lips. You both knew it was forbidden to be together in the mafia. Rules were feelings not to exist what so ever for whatever reason. He kissed you again. The sensation drilled down your spine only by the feeling of his hands on you. Lips against yours. Anything that was Jungkook was your desire. He released your hair and stood up in defeat. His eyes drowned in the worst waters of his storm of emotions. You felt a knife piercing its way down your throat. He was still looking down at you as he spoke

“Practice starts in 10” His voice shaking as he forced these words out of him. He wore his mask and walked out of the room. Your stomach crumbled; Love turned into sorrow. The secret weapon broken.

CHAPTER 2

Your eyes pinned on the door that Jungkook exited from. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t move but your heart said otherwise. It spat strong bullets of blood into your veins and caused tears to fall so quickly you felt like you were drowning in your own pain. Was it because its him, or the fact that it ended just like that? Your mind was nothing but blank. It was either blank or his name.

You swore you couldn’t feel your feet dangling from the bed. It was as if he’d already taken a part of you with him from the moment he placed those soft lips on yours 3 minutes ago. That fire everyone admired about you, that fire that everyone envied about you, blew out because of this boy and the barrier he destroyed that nobody ever could even if they had the best weapons or the longest time in the world. You picked yourself up as your hands tried their best to wipe away the tears and conceal the pain.

You just stood there in silence. The only sound alive, was the sound of your delicate breath trembling as you inhaled and exhaled in hopes of calming yourself down. You started walking out the door, fighting anything in your mind that wanted to stop you from doing so. The scene where he took off his mask and revealed his incredibly handsome face was replayed in your mind on a big screen as if it was something everyone had to see, but in reality it was only for you. He wanted to do this only for you; he took it off only for you.

You felt your legs weaken which made you almost too certain that you wouldn’t make it until the practice room without bursting into tears. You finally spotted the door for the room in the distance and you stopped. You knew he was in there wearing his mask as a shield to hide his pain and not his face. The thought of this made a tint of lightning trail down your spine in the worst way possible.

Your eyes scanned fighters that went in and out the practice room. Each one stopped to look at you for more than a second which reminded you that your mask was missing. You lacked your shield of pain; you lacked the only thing you had left to cover up the mess. You rubbed your arm in nervousness as you found the courage to start heading for the room.

The door was slightly open and you could see fighters of all kind, being occupied with trainers everywhere. That was your chance to get in without anyone noticing and you took it. You trotted inside your eyes fixed on your trainer. You let your long brown hair down in hopes of covering your face that failed to do so.

“Y/N you’re extremely late..” The trainer hissed as his neck vain literally popped out. He was big and his muscles were like big unbreakable mountain rocks that looked even more fearsome with his missing eye.

“I- i’m so sorry, i was just um-“, you stuttered as you struggled to get rid of the idea that Jungkook was there.

“Where is your mask?” he interrupted you, eyeing you as if he’d never seen a beautiful face in a long time. You looked at him with wide eyes; The tension was at its max as you felt a burn trail down your throat.

“I don’t know” you answered while touching the space of your face where your mask was supposed to be. He shook his head in disappointment as he grabbed your hand. It was a grab identical to the one you felt when they held you that first time. You knew he was the one who admired you. He chose to train you.

“Fighters gather round and sit in a circle,” He roared so powerfully you could feel the floor almost vibrate. A sea of masked men covered in black, forming a big circle while having their eyes flaming in hunger was enough to make your fingers tingle in exhilaration. The atmosphere was intense and all 50 pairs of eyes were darted on you.

“You all know Y/N,” Your trainer announced leaving you in a maze of pure confusion. Your heart dropped as you raised your eyebrows looking at him in fright.

“Weapon, step forward.” He continued. Everyone gasped silently as they knew he’d put you up against the Weapon; You felt your lungs and heart igniting altogether as you processed his name. A patch of fighters slightly moved to the side to let him pass through as you darted your vision in that area. You could feel heat boiling up inside you as he stepped forward; he was a dot inside the circle, you were the one he’d have to fight.

You parted your lips in disbelief and looked at him right in the eyes, as you always did before you unraveled his face; It was you and him as everyone else sat around you. He traced you everywhere. His eyes sped in all directions of your body. His red double glazed glistening eyes full of pain were too exhausted to fight, yet the choice wasn’t his and definitely not yours.

“SET, FIGHT” The trainer shouted, his voice echoing ringing a bell in your mind as you took position immediately trying to make yourself think the one standing opposite you isn’t the boy you love. Jungkook took a deep breath and whispered just enough for nobody to hear,

“Come on love, show me that fire that i love about you.” You kicked, he grabbed; you spun, he avoided. You kept on fighting and fighting as if you were worst enemies. He couldn’t beat you easily as you fought just like him. Identical to him. Two flames intertwining causing a deadly fire; That was your connection. He grunted in surprise and growled in difficulty as you tried your best to fight him. Not because you wanted, but because he asked for it. All the fighters stared at your every move intensely, rather impressed of your power against Jungkook. You could hear nothing but the sound of needles digging through your ears yet you strongly felt Jungkooks hands grab every action you did.

You loved it. You loved the pain he opposed on you. It was a burning feeling of euphoria, too strange to explain. He grabbed your legs and pulled as you fell on your back, next thing you knew he sat on top of you pinning your arms on each side as his face was a thread away from yours. His wet hair acted as curtains in-front of his eyes. The heat from his body felt hot on your skin as you panted in need for air; or him. The thought that he was on top of you at that moment made your world flip and his mind freeze. His eyes not leaving your exposed lips.

“Fuck i can’t hide it,i want you,” he growled silently as he held your hands even tighter.

“i- i want you” you mouthed as he picked up each word that escaped your lips.

“Jungkook won this round” Your trainer said as Jungkook got up, shattering the contact between your bodies. He stood and looked at you as you were laying down below him. He couldn’t take the thought that je might’ve hurt you physically after the fight.

“God what did i do to deserve her.” he mumbled on the cloth trapping his lips as he slowly pushed back the hair in his face revealing his perfect eyebrows. He keeps touching you with those eyes but nothing else. He can’t do anything else. Suddenly he got dragged from your vision. The chemistry between you two was so vivid, your trainer grabbed Jungkook and took him further away to talk in private. You panted looking around the room as one of the other fighters approached you to help you get up.

He held his gloved hand out. You noticed a tint of his pale white skin being exposed between the end of his shirt and the beginning of the glove. You placed your hand on his and he pulled you on your feet elegantly. Rose petals fell from your cheeks and covered your body with something that feels like trust. His eyes took over yours as he gazed at your unmasked self. Naked exposed face all for himself. His eyes led to a mysterious ocean filled with whole new blacks and blues. A different beautiful from Jungkooks.

“I refuse to believe how good you are at this.” His voice so seductively soft, impossible to exist. He seemed to be an angel in disguise.

“Thanks” You answered. You flashed an innocent smile as you were about to leave, however he touched your arm and interrupted as you,

“Im Jimin by the way”. His grip felt warm, soft, heavenly.

“I’m Y/N” immediately escaped from your lips.

“i-i know” he sighed; he sounded rather hopeless as he walked away before you had the chance to say anything.

You stood in place rubbing the bruises Jungkook sprinkled all over your arms. A soft smile was formed on your face cause you knew the bruises were left on you as love bites from him. You felt it. Your tight armor was slightly ripped revealing your belly button. You did fight like lions.

Everyone was occupied practicing non stop as you sat against the wall, your legs exhausted and lips dry in need for some life. Faces of nurses dressed in green, on top of you checking you; mending you. You could feel them chatting quickly as they wrapped a wound on your leg in such speed yet smoothly since they do this nearly every 2 hours.

You rested your head on the wall and tilted it to the left as a nerve in your eye identify Jungkook right away. You couldnt resist the attraction even if you tried to swallow every piece of it. He was quite far away yet close. The trainer was talking to him yet his attention was on you. The doors to his soul were concentrated on to you as you could feel your trainer telling him something serious yet you couldnt make up what he was saying. You crossed your eyebrows in heavy concern as Jungkooks expression changed to the worse.

He glared at the ground in immense fright as your trainer started poking at his shoulder harshly. Your stomach dropped 5 stories down and your legs became numb. What was happening? What have they found out? You tried your best to focus on them as your vision became uncontrollably watery. Next thing you knew Jungkook stormed out and banged the door.

•••

2:32 am and you tossed on your bed. Your room. Number 97. It was the newest room made just for you yet rather small. Sleep was against you and the moon wasnt sinking in the ocean any time soon. The only source of light was the lamp next to you but nothing much. It was just enough to process where you were.

“Get out of my fucking mind” You whispered in desperation as you could feel your mind travel from each imperfection to every perfection of him. It was torture for you. You forced a tattoo of the letters ‘cant be together’ on each layer of your brain, but even that wasnt strong enough. Nothing was. Your face met with the palm of your hands and exhaled in exhaustion as you sank in your pillow waiting for the moon to enchant you to sleep.

Torture.

Your door handle twitching was what broke the silence. You shrugged in panic as your covers hugged your legs but he managed to get in. A tall figure was approaching you as your instinct made you throw a punch, yet your mind and eyes failed to process the fast encounter. He grabbed your hand and covered your mouth with his other hand. A familiar touch. You felt an army of sharp knifes break through your spine in a time span of 2 seconds as he held you in place.

“Hey hey princess it’s me, it’s Jungkook” Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and created his features in your mind as you had bare faced Jungkook a thread away from you. His soft voice stroked your ears as your heart lifted causing your body to fall into his arms. His hands shaking as he held your face finally having your lips onto his. The world stopped; you both found home. His hands explored you everywhere as you swathed your arms around his long neck, kissing as if that was it. As if forever wasnt an option. He broke the kiss as you leaned in for more, both lost in eachothers hearts as if everyone else in world disappeared.

“Y/N,” he muted his tone as he placed his forehead on to yours,

“ Your trainer know what’s going on but i dont fucking care. I really don’t, i only want you. Just thinking about your touch drives me insane i-“ he shook his head left and right as he spoke as if he just let out everything he ever felt, he knew it was a sin for the mafia. He sold his soul.

The weapon bloomed into a magnificent rose consisting of breathtaking reds and pinks yet filled with deadly thorns. You hunted in his eyes as you touched his cheek

“I dont know what to do Jungkook i really dont. How about we act like-like we dont know eachother or-“ you tried to come up with something as his eyes reflected hope, he wanted this; he yearned you.

“ Ill do anything literally anything, but fuck ill miss my fingers in your perfect fucking hair.” Before you could even answer you felt his lips mark sloppy kisses on your neck as you lolled your head back feeling every nerve of your body boil in pleasure.

“Jungkook i-“ You forgot how to speak as you held on to his shredded arms. Those sinewy arms of his, left you breathless only by the thought of them on you; You felt his muscles clench and unclench as he grabbed your waist tightly. You lost it. you wanted him.

“Y/N im not gonna leave you, ever, i promise on my fucking life.” he kissed you again and again

“Please dont leave me” You panted. Your heaven stopped as you felt the absence of his body from yours. The door was wide open and 4 people grabbed him dragging him out of your room. Panic.

“Y/N” he roared as his powerful outline fought for freedom. “OH MY GOD NO JUNGKOOK” You cried as you were held in place by 4 hands caging your every source of movement.

“Boss was right, inject her” a voice pierced your eardrum and destroyed every grain of hope.

“What are you doing to me? Where the fuck are you taking him?” You unstoppably struggled to break away from them as they held you even tighter. A voice from behind you awakened

“To you? Nothing. But Weapon, you’ll find out sooner or later.” You felt your heart split with the strongest most unbreakable sword not even God could control. Yet again, you went blank.

[whereflowersbloom]

Questions

Damian found his girlfriend standing out on the lovely vine-shaded balcony, dressed in civilian clothes and staring out into the city. Night turned Gotham into an endless sea of luminescence. Skyscrapers around the city glow with the light of thousands of residents inside, creating trails of brilliance that ascend up towards the starry sky. It is quite beautiful, in its own way. The soft evening breeze caressing her ebony hair, creating wafts of lavender and rosemary in the air. Had she always been this breathtakingly beautiful? Slowly, Damian set his gaze towards the stars above. The precision that Raven studied the sky with passion, it fascinated him. It was as if she was reading lines from a story book, but instead there was a mass of speckled lights as she was connecting them, tracing invisible lines.

Raven took a deep breath of fresh night air and sighed, a mix of contentment, and something else, she couldn’t point it. “Have you ever considered what your life would be like If you had taken a different path?” Her breath hitched on the last word but her eyes had glance sideway to his large calloused hand still in hers, for someone who appeared to be controlling and unapproachable, Damian was surprisingly gentle and affectionate. The question caught him off guard. He felt a bubble of longing as he remembered her words that night at the carnival when she had called him kind and generous, nobody had ever spoken that way about him. That night something inside him changed, high and fenced walls began to crumble down.

Soaking in the view a little longer, Damian waited a few minutes before deciding to speak. He supposed that the saying that one’s life flashes before their eyes must hold some kind of truth, though he was not dying, and yet he had been dangerously close to the gates of death several times. Raven was his anchor amidst the unpredictability of their life as titans, always bringing him back from the turbulent waters. He couldn’t stop himself from recalling the most memorable moments of his unusual and complex life. He exhaled a long audible breath as he begins.” My life had been long decided before I was born into this world.” He murmured to the whistling wind, his words sounding faraway, even to his own ears. He would rather not relive any of the horrors he’d seen, the terrible acts he had committed in order to build a new world, make it better. What a blind and naive child he had been. At some point he had been ready to surrender his sword, his Robin suit, his claim to fight for others, offer her perhaps a normal life if that’s what she wished for. He would give her anything she asked for in a heartbeat. He squeezed her small hand tighter, Raven immediately noticed way he’s gripping onto it, like she’s the only thing keeping him tethered to this world. “After some time coming to the tower, I contemplated a rather uneventful, ordinary life. If my parents had conceived me under very different circumstances. If mother loved me more than her own insatiable ambitions. If father wasn’t the eccentric, mysterious millionaire Bruce Wayne or a vigilante consumed by his thirst to serve justice.” There was a tone of melancholy in his voice, the promise of a different retelling of a story. His story. “It wasn’t all bad. Mother…she used to read to me, every one now and then, nights like these. Tales about the greatest leaders in history, others about the origin of the Al Ghul dynasty. I treasured those moments.” He looked over at her, and he didn’t seem to recognize her for a moment, like the memory had been so strong it had actually confused him, taking him back to that instant. This was the most he’d ever really said about his mother. His past as an Al Ghul. Sure he’d shared some stories, about certain things he enjoyed and disliked. But he never spoke about Talia with such profound emotions. This was personal and precious to Damian. It saddened her. Saddened for the pain in his emerald eyes that he was trying to hide. Another long breath was blown between his full lips, and he deflated again, like he was accepting the undeniable truth. “Perhaps I would have met Jon at a local school and we would play basketball after classes and Greyson would be the team’s coach. Maybe we would have crossed paths at the extensive and valuable Gotham Public Library. I would have offered to treat you a cup of Earl Grey tea. A part of me believed I’d have picked Veterinary medicine as my bachelor degree.”

She looked at him with such intensity and Damian thought her violet eyes grew deeper, darker, more reflective. She was weighing her own reflection in his eyes, trying to see through him like she always did. And they both were visualizing, a different life consisting of trivialities, a simple lifestyle, maybe in the countryside, a rather nice and quiet house, perhaps similar to the Kent farm with some slight but substantial improvements. “What about you?” He abruptly asked her, startling her. Oh she had never been sure about her own future. “As the daughter of an inter-dimensional demon. I didn’t think a future was possible for me. A happy family, a stable romantic relationship, loyal friends. Everything was endless blackness when I was trapped by Trigon. What I have right now is more any blissful future I could have imagined.” She muttered softly. This companionship between them, the mutual care, the tender loving, the sense of equality between them, the feeling of belonging to each other beyond any outer interference because they chose one another. Their family and friends. Everything was more than enough. Damian was unconsciously too absorbed at how she looked at the whole world as one precious thing, values life in every form and shape. Her unnatural powers gave her the ability to look into something and see what others can’t. It was fascinating. He was thankful too, sincerely appreciated what he had. His father, troublesome siblings adoptive or not, his teammates and Raven. He is product of the flames which burnt him, his actions, his choices and the will that made him grow formidable instead of breaking. They both were. This woman was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his human days with.

“There’s something that wouldn’t change. You. It’s always been you, Raven.” He’s got a dazed look in his eyes, a familiar bright gleam to them that hadn’t been there earlier, but he flashed her a dazzling smile at her, one that make her insides jump. Raven let his words sink in. He wanted her even if things were different and joy seeped through her whole body.

She just felt greedily wanting more time with him, every moment and experience. She loved him, from the possessive way he held her or how he kept on touching her the instant they are alone and he felt he same. They have been together for a few years now, it took them some time to announce it to their significant others. No matter how things turned out, they have this genuine, real and consuming love. That emotion when you felt like your lungs are out of air when your lover is away from you, everything was so intense and yet so tender, you were worried it would break between your fingers like crusty autumn leaves. She focused on him.

Damian looked out of his depths. He’d always been so controlled and measured, knew the weight of his every word and was completely unflappable despite whatever life threw at him, but now he didn’t. He seemed as if he was nervous, unable to spell out his own feelings. Hesitant. Could be her imagination but she sensed a slight agitation awakening in him.

“Marry me, Raven.” The words are said with his whole heart. They are genuine and honest and very him. He couldn’t hold back the words any longer. Why wait anyway? theres simply no time when you’re busy saving the world day-to-day. There’s no question to calculate when is the right right or your fated person, no formula for the correct time. Timing. There’s no use reminding about the past or the life they would have dreamed to have. The present was a gift and ultimately what matters the most. They have been romantically involved for 4 years now. He knew she was the one the moment he gathered courage to ask her out, court her properly the way he had been taught. Initially, he planned to propose differently but it felt right. This conversation only strengthened his resolve to make a Raven his wife.

“Damian.” She breathed with astonishment.

“No buts. Marry me.” He commanded with an eyebrows raised stopping her from coming up with an unnecessary excuse, content filling his veins and the marrow of his bones, flooding him with a blanket of warmth and hope. He didn’t want to wait anymore. He wanted her, now and tomorrow and the rest of his existence, and she loves him. Like he knew she’s always had her doubts on if she could be loved or she did before they started dating.

Her bottom lip trembled momentarily. She felt a bit like she can’t breathe properly, but then Damian is reaching up and gently cupping her cheek, and she exhaled shakily as he runs the pad of his thumb over her lips. He was looking at her dead serious, asking her to marry him. “I’m not taking the chance to wait too long.” Damian whispered urgently. His tone more serious than before. Her heart was hammering in her chest. They moved in together about a year ago. Were they ready to take the next step?

It felt too real all of a sudden. Too damn real, and she wants to drown in it this moment, in this bottomless sea of feelings for him. She wanted to pretend that this is real and more than that, she wanted to say yes. Damian Wayne didn’t take a no for an answer. When he was determined, he did everything posssihke to get it, one way or another. And she loves him nonetheless. Raven felt her heart flutter, her chest tightened ever so slightly as she finally exhaled. “Yes. I’ll marry you, Damian.”

“I love you.” Her voice breaking as tears are rolling down her cheeks and the small smile on her lips. It was easy to find herself gravitating toward Damian, falling back into that wordless sync they had. To feel herself being pulled into his personal space as he crowded hers. Until they faced each other with barely inches between them and her breath hitched as he snaked his arms around her, emerald eyes softened, glowing against the moonlight, they didn’t leave her, and his arms made the distance between them disappear. Their lips are barely touching but he can feel the softness, the plumpness of her mouth, like an overripe fruit. She brushes her lips against his and Damian rapidly kissed her fervently. His lips breathing silent ‘I love you’s. The low giggle that rumbled up through her could not be contained though she tried. She knew several language but no words could describe this ecstatic happiness.

Damian is overwhelmed by the sweet taste, the delicious scent, the warm feel of her. He was intoxicated and drunk off their hungry kiss. He trailed his hand on her waist up her back and feels her heart hammering against her ribs and wonders for a moment if she’s feeling as consumed by the kiss as he is. If she is as incredibly happy as he is right in this moment. He didn’t need a different life, this one was exactly what he wished for.

Damian made a mental note to ask Jon to accompany him ring shopping tomorrow. Tonight he had plans to celebrate his engagement with his gorgeous fiancée.

His lips brushed hers in a soft, tender rhythm once again. Once. Twice. Thrice. Harder, and a little bit hungrier than before, until her fingers are intertwined in his hair and his solid body is pressing against her frame. He lifted her up effortlessly, taking a few steps back, taking her back to their bedroom. Two figures bathed in tranquil starlight disappeared.

Oneshot because I need fluff. Final edit

Thank you to @chromium7sky @ravenfan1242 @deep-in-mind67 and all my readers for motivating me to write. This might be the last chapter for a while. 💜💜

[hellimagines]

Please, Don’t Take it Back -- Nathan Young

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Request: “Requesting shamelessly. If you have time can you do a Nathan/Reader where shes like his go to. He goes to her with all his problems and she helps him. And thensomething big happens and he realizes he hasnt been doing the same for her? Bonus points  if theres a sudden and aggressive declaration of love!  I love your face!!!” @stargazingwithcassidy

Summary: After another altercation with your boyfriend, you pick Nathan up from the Community Center, and the truth comes out.

Warnings: domestic abuse, graphic injury depictions

Pairing: Nathan Young x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,000+

A/N: Everyone, Cassidy is the best and I love them and please go give them a follow! Also, lemme know if you liked this bitch

“You know I love you… right?”

You paused, your palms pressed against the kitchen flooring of your boyfriend’s house. Blood dripped from your nose and the corner of your lip, dribbling onto the white tile below and causing tiny mouse-like puddles. Lifting your head you saw Drew knelt beside you, his face full of false concern and pity. His hand was gently placed on your shaking shoulders, his knuckles split, bruised, and bloody from all the punching and attacking he had done. His eyebrows were furrowed over his brown eyes, but they held no emotion.

“Right,” you replied simply, finally looking away so you could raise yourself onto shaking legs. You were forced to stumble over to the counter, your broken fingers gripping onto the marble to keep from falling back to your knees. Pain ricocheted from the tips of your fingers to the back of your shoulder blade, but you ignored it in favor of staying upright. A weak smile spread across your lips as you looked back to your attacker, trying to convince him (and yourself) that you were okay. “Can I go pick Nathan up now? His mum called earlier and she won’t be able to grab ‘im. I’ll be back within the hour.” It was a lie, Nathan had been the one texting you non-stop to grab a bite with him, and you weren’t planning on being back until later.

Drew looked at you carefully, still crouched beside your puddle of blood on the floor. He breathed in, “Fine. Be back by 4, or we’re going to have another talk, got it?”

“Yes, I’ll be back before then,” you nodded, willing yourself to straighten out as he stood up. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go.” Drew flicked his hand towards the door and you didn’t hesitate before scurrying away, tail metaphorically tucked between your legs.

You rushed to the car, practically stumbling over your own feet in your haste as the front door slammed behind you. Tears trickled down your face and mixed with your blood, causing pink droplets to fall from your chin. Opening the car door took you a minute, but once you were safely inside, you managed to finally take a handful of calming breaths. Your eyes were shut and your hands loosely gripped the steering wheel. You didn’t have much time to think about the past hour- Nathan was probably already waiting for you, and making him wait much longer would only cause a boatload of questions. So, with a deep, ragged breath, you drove away in pursuit of the Community Center and its resident dumbass.

--

“Oi, Cunt Face! Took you long enough, I’ve been out here for days!” Nathan howled across the parking lot, dramatically trudging himself over to your car. A cigarette hung from his pouting lips, but he flicked it away before approaching your car. “The starvation and dehydration has already started kickin’ in! I mean look at me! I’m skin and bones,” he cried, swinging open the door and sliding in.

“Nathan, you’ve always been skin and bones. Shut up,” you laughed quietly, pulling out of the parking lot without looking at your best friend.

Nathan gasped, “Are you skeleton shaming me right now? Because I don’t appreciate that.”

“You know what? Maybe I am- there’s too many skeletons out there, it’s like the pirate days all over again,” you giggled. “I mean honestly-”

“The hell’s happened to your face?” Nathan suddenly shouted, cutting you off and startling you into jerking the car. “You look like you’ve just gotten out of a fight ring- and lost!”

You laughed nervously, “D-Don’t worry about it, Nath’, just an accident. Besides, we all know I’d kick ass in a fight ring.” You were hoping that with enough jokes and playful laughs, Nathan would drop the subject.

But Nathan was an observant pissfire and rarely gave up on things he became fixated on. “Bullshit! That ain’t no accident, love. Your fingers are all fucked, and your face is every shade of black and blue in existence. What happened?”

You let your eyes wander over to Nathan briefly, before focusing them back on the empty road ahead. You didn’t want to tell your curly-haired best friend what had truly happened to you for a multitude of reasons. For starters, Nathan would try and shove you into a clinic, or worse, fix the injuries himself. Just the thought of Nathan attempting to fix your fingers made you shiver. Then, after making sure you were okay, he’d march his scrawny-ass over to Drew and pick a fight. A fight, he would no doubt lose. You had no intention of letting your best friend get mauled just because your boyfriend had a temper.

“(Y/N), please. Tell me what’s going on? It seems like every week you’ve got a new injury and a newly broken heart. I’m a jerk, yeah, but I’m not stupid. He’s hurtin’ you, isn’t he?” Nathan snarled- his soft voice now filled with enough venom to make his Irish accent nearly incoherent. “I’ll fuck him right up if he is. Make ‘im piss and vomit blood for months. ‘Ow’s that sound? Make sure ‘e never bothers you again.”

You sighed heavily. Gripping the steering wheel with your unbroken hand, you veered into an abandon store parking lot and shut off the car. Nathan was uncharacteristically quiet, probably sensing that you were finally about to open up. You shifted in your seat, pressing your aching back against the door so you could fully face him. His green eyes were narrowed with worry and concern, his lips pulled into a deep frown, and his fingers tugged on the various holes of his orange jumpsuit. Over the past few months, you had grown tired of constantly having to lie to everyone around you, including yourself. Drew didn’t love you, not anymore, and it hurt to admit. But you had to tell someone about what was going on; even if that someone had never taken anything seriously in his life.

“Just… just let me talk, okay? No interrupting, no nothing. Because if I stop I won’t get going again. Okay?” Nathan nodded, so you began. “We’ve been dating for like two years, yeah? And shit was amazing in the beginning: flowers, books, trips, coffee, texts, car rides, meeting everyone, all that crap. But after the first year, he got mean. He was controlling and kept looking over my shoulder. Everything I did and everywhere I went, he was there. Then, one night, I went out without tellin’ him. I figured that a night away would do the both of us good. I went out with you and the others, smoked a bit and fell asleep on your floor. Shit we used to do all the time. But when I got home that morning, he was… he was mad. Like, really mad. He hurt me until I passed out, and when I woke up, he had gotten me flowers and another book. So, to me, things were okay. One time thing, yeah? But then it became a monthly thing. Then a weekly. And now, I’m lucky if a day goes by that I don’t get slapped or something. I don’t know how to get out of it. I don’t know what to do, Nath’.”

After your admittance, the car was filled with a heavy silence. You had tears falling freely from your eyes, while Nathan had barely-concealed ones that he refused to let fall. He needed to be strong for you, the same way you had been strong for yourself. Nathan’s heart hurt at the fact that you had been dealing with near-constant abuse for over a year. That he had no idea about any of it, and that he wasn’t there for you or there to help you during any of it. He had been so focused on his own issues, his own demons, that he didn’t take a second to consider the devil by your side.

“I’m sorry,” he began, the words tumbling from his quivering lips. “I’m sorry that you felt that you couldn’t trust me, or anyone, to help you. I’m sorry that you haven’t felt true love and happiness, that wasn’t followed by being hurt, for two years. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you like I promised I would. I’m sorry, for everything.”

“It’s not your fault-”

Nathan shook his head, “I’m not saying it’s my fault. And it’s not yours, either. It’s Drew’s fault for being a fucked sack of shit. But, what I’m saying, is that I’m sorry. And even though I haven’t been there for you lately, I’m here now. I will do everything in my immortal power to keep you from ever going back to him, from ever getting hurt by him. I love you too much to see another one of these injuries on you. Come back to the Community Center with me, sleep there. We’ll grab some food, like we planned, and then figure all this shit out,” Nathan said, reaching across the console to grab your uninjured hand. “But first, let’s go to the clinic to get this hand fixed.”

“I can’t go to the clinic, they’ll ask questions- but wait, what did you say?” Your brain was turning in mushy circles after Nathan’s speech, focusing on one part of his words, and then all of them, and then none. But one thing did stand out and stayed circling your mind.

“That you can sleep with me at the Center. Mum kicked me out, remember?”

“No, not about that. The love part, you said you love me,” you whispered, your mouth opened in awe. Nathan suddenly looked panicked. His worried face was now a deep red, and he began spluttering over nothing. “Don’t take it back. Please, don’t take it back,” you spit out quickly, gripping his hand tightly. “I love you too. Fuck, Nathan, I’ve always loved you.”

Nathan’s breath hitched and his eyes widened impossibly more, but his face became soft. “You have? Oh God, (Y/N), I should’ve said something sooner! I could’ve made you happy and you wouldn’t have had to deal with that douchecanoe!”

You giggled softly at Nathan’s words, a genuine smile gracing your features. “I should’ve said something, too. But at least we know now.”

“Yeah, you can love me now instead of him,” Nathan huffed, but you shook your head.

“Doesn’t work like that, Nath’, and you know it. I’m gonna need time to heal from all this, and I don’t want to use you as my medicine. I want you to be there for me, but I don’t want to rely on you to be happy. Only once I’ve officially broken up with him and know I’m safe, will I consider us dating. For now… for now, let’s just get these fingers dealt with, grab some food, and head back to the Center.”

Nathan nodded quickly in understanding. “Of course, (Y/N/N). I’ll be here for you as long as you need me to. Best friends ‘til the end of time,” he joked, flashing you a wink as you started the car back up.

“Best friends ‘til the end of time,” you confirmed with an equally goofy smile on your face. You pulled out of the parking lot suddenly feeling lighter, as though the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders. You still had a long way to go, and you weren’t even close to being out-of-the-clear, but you were one step closer to safety; to happiness. And that was all that mattered.

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[wwounu]

“Mingyu… Mingyu where are you…”

The phone in your hand, you try calling him again only to end the call because it wouldn’t be any use, checking the 25 minutes you had remaining. You needed to find Mingyu quickly.

So best believe when you ran into the campus garden, although it being a lengthy walk to get there, you were more than relieved to find Mingyu with his back facing you, kneeled on the rocky floor. It almost looked like a painting of bittersweetness.

“Mingyu,” you break, scared at his state.

“Go away.” Mingyu demands. “Go away and leave me alone.”

“I’m not going to do that, I’m not going to go away.”

“Stop saying that — I want — I you to go.”

You’re stepping closer, slowly but surely, ignoring all of Mingyu’s warnings.

“Mingyu…” You call out gently.

“No, stop it,” almost broken, he says, “I don’t need you — or anyone-“

But when your fingers touch his shoulder and he turns around, you can’t help but break at the tears streaming down the drummer’s face as he gasps for air, hands gripped onto the fabric of his pants.

You fall and manoeuvre your way to him so that he can hide his face in your shoulder before sobbing even more. It’ll leave a wet patch, but the feeling of Mingyu with you was worth it. It was the only way to keep you sane; nothing else.

You shush him through petting his hair, almost cradling him as he hiccups between cries.

“I’m scared. I’m so scared,”

Mingyu manages to mumble out like a mantra, the words sticking to your mind. What went wrong?

“It’s okay now, I’m here.” You assure him. You want to play it safe but it was important to know what was wrong. Mingyu, in your many years of watching his narcissistic ways, confident smile and stupid pride, watching his walls break down felt unsettling. “What’s going on Mingyu?”

“I’m scared.” He can only repeat the chosen words, making it harder to understand him. You decide to pry him open a little more, hoping he can escalate.

“Of me?”

You feel a shift on your shoulder — he’s responding — he partially nods, but shakes his head after a pause.

“The audience?”

A hesitated shake.

“… Performing?”

And Mingyu takes a while to respond. In fact, he doesn’t respond at all, meaning you had to say something to ease him. But before you do, his croaky, raw voice beats you to it.

“That day — when I messed up in front of my entire high school — I didn’t trip. Jun pushed me.” Mingyu holds onto you a bit tighter and you feel his hands shake violently, holding onto you like he was your last lifeline. “The whole school laughed — until the end of that year, the band wanted me dead for something I didn’t mean to do — Junhui had the nerve to laugh to my face when he didn’t know what he did. I remember — I remember going home that day — and my family was so disappointed in me,” laughs Mingyu in pity, “their son ran away after being an embarrassment, I ruined a day for the whole school and became the laughing stock, and I had to keep it in for hours until I got home and never left my room — all I wanted was for someone to tell me it’s okay, it’s not my fault. It’s not my fault Y/N, it’s not my fault, I didn’t mean to-” He repeats in a mantra, breaking down into another set of sobs.

He continues with slight ease despite the fumbling over words.

“And when I entered the office the next day to apologise for my actions, I… I suddenly couldn’t do it. Everything went tense and my throat went dry, it was either that I breathed too much or didn’t breathe at all. I couldn’t do something as simple as apologise. Then — fuck — and… And ever since then — I couldn’t go on a stage. Full or empty. It makes me so anxious seeing the stage lights and thinking back to that time, paranoid that someone might do that to me again and I hate it,”

A few more hot tears reach your shoulder before he adds on.

“So what did I do? I learned to live with that fucking demon in my head. I couldn’t mope about it so — so I fought back. I kept fighting back with anyone who dared to taunt me over that concert. Eventually — it worked. Everyone was convinced over this new Mingyu — fake Mingyu. As for Junhui — I hated him the most — I hated him for acting so fine when I carried his consequence,” Mingyu repeats that bitter laughs, “stupid right? Always acting like a drama queen because I don’t want to back down, because I don’t want to fall vulnerable over anyone and everyone — and now — and now I hate him even more.”

“Why?” You slip out under a whisper.

“Because-“ Mingyu lets go of you, head still bowed as his fingers move to grip his hair, starting to cry in frustration. He was tired. He was hurt. He was scared.

He was in love.

“Because I think I’m in love you!”

“Huh?” Caught off guard, a tug in your heart.

He picks up the pace in speaking, “And it isn’t easy to cope with at all — I’m an asshole and you forgive me every time, when you said you wanted to forget about the kiss my heart fucking hurt because I fell in too deep by then, when I see you I want to stay with you, when you speak I suddenly get happy and your smile makes my day — fuck, what am I saying?”

“Mingyu…”

“And — and I get so nervous around you because I’m scared to mess up but I know I can’t fix things because I’ve caused you so much pain from be being nothing but a arrogant jerk to you — when you’re with Jun, I can’t help but hate it — you’re so different with him and it’s like I’m helping the person I hate the most, fuck, I am helping the person I hate the most! And he’s so much more of a man than I am because he confessed to you first — can I do anything right?”

“Mingyu.”

Mingyu keeps on rambling, stuttering and chocking on his words. You could tell the drummer had a lot to say, but you had to get the male’s attention first because you didn’t have a lot of time left. Although the volume of your voice kept increasing, it didn’t stop Mingyu. Mingyu overlapped with incoherent words and curses.

“Mingyu!”

You force, having enough at this point. He whimpers, lifting up his head for the moonlight to shine on him, beautiful just as heart-wrenching at the same time.

“Listen…” Although your eyes wanted to look at the stones, you needed to keep your focus on Mingyu, “Jun never confessed to me…”

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” painfully smiles Mingyu through the tears, “he was calling you all sort of things. Things that I can’t bring myself to say…”

He heard us? Is this what triggered it? You process, shocked at how miserable Mingyu must’ve felt.

“Mingyu. Jun doesn’t like me — he never would — he... He likes someone else.”

“Someone... Else?” Croaks Mingyu, tilting his head.

“Yeah. It’s complicated.”

This time, you gaze at Mingyu’s wet eyes, taking in the appearance. This was a first for you, but to him, this was one out of a million.

“Oh…” Mingyu blinks. “Oh,” he repeats, louder once in realisation.

“Yeah,” you nod, “but besides that… This is some serious stage fright and anxiousness in you Mingyu, why did you keep it in for so long?”

Mingyu shrugs. “I thought I would be ok. Ends up, it totally went a different direction. I don’t like people seeing me like this, why would I show this side of me when I can show another?”

“It’s unhealthy Mingyu… You can’t show it to everyone, but to no one? That won’t do. Someone needs to be there for you.”

“Then who?”

“I’ll be there for you.”

Mingyu’s features soften, just like a child about to cry over a scratch on the knee, eyes formulating tears.

“Y/N, I…”

“We’ll talk about this later,” you cut, hoping Mingyu would understand why, “we have a performance in seven minutes. Y’know, Jun was the one who told me you were gone, he seemed pretty panicked about it.” You nudge him, smiling slightly. Wiping the stray tear from Mingyu’s cheek, you say, “My, my… You look so ugly Kim Mingyu, what happened to the narcissist I used to know?”

Mingyu breaks out into a blissful giggle, the type that would make you want to keep Mingyu forever.

Theres a few moments of silence as you wipe Mingyu’s stained tears off his face, running a thumb across his cheek. “There you go. All handsome now.”

Mingyu feels his cheeks and ears heat up. His eyes speak something else, ones with adoration behind them. “Uh, yeah,” the drummer says with a stutter, “we should go.”

Before Mingyu stands, you take a hold of his sleeve and look at him straight in the eye so neither of you could break eye contact.

“Wait — Did you just say you… Like me?”

Although the younger semi-goes into panic mode, he interrupts himself with a rather rough, calmed huff and shuts his eyes, accepting the rejection that’s bound to come.

Shyly, he utters, “Yes?”

But instead, he’s met with a light giggle, followed by the pressure of soft lips on his cheek before your voice meets his ear.

“Sweet, I like you too.”

With new found confidence, you reach for Mingyu’s hand, running back to the concert hall where you and him might possibly get in trouble for cueing late. It was anything but a worry, as you and Mingyu find a grin taking shape on your faces, interlacing each other’s fingers when you laugh.

You didn’t look the neatest, neither didn’t Mingyu, but that was the audience’s question to speculate why you were like that, hoping that they would wonder what happened to them? or why are their clothes damaged? not knowing a story of love, miscommunication, and a fish inside a drum that led to this moment.

No one knew because it was yours and Mingyu’s story, a story that can be translated into words as well as musical notes and harmonies, full of layers and a clash of instruments.

Mingyu stares at the bright light, feeling tense by the grasp of his hand. You look at him, bringing him to his senses by the light squeeze. “Everything alright?”

Mingyu holds in a breath, jaw clenching, before he nods. He was going to do this. It’s a big step. “Everything’s-“

“Focus on me.”

He doesn’t realise how tense he is just until he crosses his eyes on you, all worries washed away and your presence shining through. You can see him physically relax in his eyes. 

You send a smile, a soft one, “Better?” It’s quiet but to Mingyu it’s louder that he could ever hear.

“Very,” he slips a stammer, walking on that empty, polished stage with you.

Remedies don’t cure in one night, but wherever you would be, as long as it was with Mingyu, he’s pretty sure he would be fine.

OPPOSITES ATTRACT PART SIXTEEN — Drummer!Mingyu x Violinist!Reader

is it safe to say theyre official? and i hope you understand mingyus side now

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[fiftyshadesgrl]

He saved me/ part 4

Summary: reader is in a abusive relationship. When things take a turn for the worst she finds help in the winchesters.

Warning: there will be ssmut, violence, torture, abuse and language. If you triggered by any of this i suggest you not read.

Feed back is always appreciated.

A few hours later it was completely dark. Sam laid in the back seat as best he could with his headphones in sound asleep. Dean had ac/dc playing on the radio and i started singing along to my favorite song. 'You shook me all night long.' Dean looked over at me and smiled at my off key singing. Instead of poking fun at me he joined in.

After the song ended he spoke, "i didnt think you were a classic rock kind of girl."

"What kind of music did you think i liked?"

He shrugged, "that rap crap. Ya know bass blaring kinda stuff."

I laughed, "i like all kinds of music but you cant beat the classics."

"Hell yeah!" He fist bumped into the air. I couldnt hellp but smile. His carefree side was something for sure. My heart raced just by looking at him. His lips looked so soft and i wanted to kiss them. My eyes traveled down his body, i remembered his abs and chest so toned. My eyes rested on his crotch, from the outline i saw earlier he had to be huge.

"Darlin' if you dont stop looking at me that way..." he said in a raspy voice.

I whipped my head around so fast it made me dizzy. I shrank as close to the door as i could, keeping my eyes fixed on my hands. "Im so sorry. Please....i didnt..."

His hand grabbed mine and he intertwined our fingers. "Dont be sorry. I love the way you look at me, but right now youre in no condition to do what im wanting to do."

I blushed at his words, but felt a tinge of horror in my heart. "Why would you want me? Im a nobody, im worthless." I whispered.

"(Y/N) look at me." I kept my eyes on our hands. "Look. At. Me" he said more forcefully this time. I slowly turned my head and lifted my eyes to meet his. "Do not ever, and i mean ever let me hear those words come out of your mouth again. You are not worthless. You are somebody to me. Dont you ever second guess it again. Do you understand me?"

His eyes shown truth in his words. I have never had someone say that to me. I nodded in agreement but yet parkers words still sounded in my head.

'No man will ever want you after what ive done to you. You will disgust them. Just look at you, if i was any less of a man i would be disgusted. Youre fat and ugly. Your pussy isnt going to look or feel the same after this. No man will ever want to touch you again.'

"(Y/N)." Deans voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Our hands still twined together, i pulled away thinking parker was right. Dean was just being nice after what i went through. After i healed hed throw me to the curb just like everyone else did.

"You hungry? Im gonna fill up, theres a deli inside that makes subs. Want one?" Dean asked. I shook my head and turned towards the window before he could see the tears that slipped out from beneath my lashes.

He slowly got out of the car and finally i was in silence, except for sams light snoring. Dean is an amazing man, he could have any girl he wanted. He wont want a broken shell of a woman like me. I shouldve just let parker kill me. The world would be better off, dean and sam would be better off too. They wouldnt have to worry about taking care of me and have me be a burden to them.

Dean got back in the car a few minutes later holding three bags. "I figured since you liked pizza youd like this. They had pizza subs in there, i got you a drink too. I expect you to eat every bite. No arguments." He handed me the bag and i had to admit it smelled amazing. My stomach growled at the smell and he smiled and pointed to the bag.

I gave in and unwrapped it and took a bite. I havent had food this good since before i got with parker. I was lucky to have a can of cat food to eat even then i had to make it last a week, while parker on the other hand would fix himself whatever he wanted. He wanted me to lose weight.

The thoughts about me being over weight claimed my appetite and i put the sub back in the wrapper and placed it beside dean. "Thanks but im still full from earlier."

He pulled the car over on the side of the road, he turned to me quickly. "I know what youre thinking and dont do it. Eat it or i will force feed you right here right now."

Tears pooled in my eyes and he sighed, "look, im sorry im not trying to force you but you need to eat. If you dont youre not going to get better. Im just trying to take care of you." He grabbed my hand "(Y/N), what is keeping you from eating?"

I inhaled and the words just tumbled out. "Im fat, parker told me. I can see it myself. My stomach is to big, my thighs touch. Im ugly. I shouldnt eat so much. Parker only gave me a can of food a week."

Deans grip on the steering wheel tightend, i saw his knuckles turn white. "I swear that fucker is going to suffer for what hes done to you." I tried to pull my hand away but his grip tightend. "Dont pull away. I know its hard for you to realize this now but i am not parker. Youre beautiful and youre not fat. In my eyes youre the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. So no one elses opinion matters but mine."

I shook my head "dean youre just being nice because of everything that happened."

He rubbed his hand over his face in frustration, "no im not. Im telling you the truth. Now eat. We will sit here until you do." Just to prove his point he turned the key and the cars engine shut off. I sighed in defeat and started eating again.

He smiled seemingly pleased with himself. Soon we were back on the road. After i finished my sub i placed the wrapper in the bag and leaned my head over on the window. "Here." Dean said and i looked over towards him. He held his jacket out to me, i smiled "thank you." I waded it up and used it as a pillow. A pillow that smelled just like him. Soon enough i was asleep.

I woke up in a bed but this time it wasnt a hospital bed. It was softer and the covers were a bit scratchy but i was comfortable. The pillows smelled familiar, like dean. I looked around and only saw a dresser and a table with a lamp on it. I must be in his room at their house.

The door was open, i moved my leg to see if it still hurt. "Damn it!" The pain seared through my leg and i knew there was no way i could put weight on it. I sighed because i couldnt do anything for myself. I hated feeling helpless.

"You okay?" I heard deans rough voice from the doorway. I looked up and he was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. My god he looked good. I shook my head, "i hate this. I have to depend on you for everything. Im a burden to you and sam."

He walked over and kneeled beside the bed, "you are not a burden. I take care of you because i want to."

I smiled at his kind words. Ive been doing alot of smiling lately thanks to dean. Hes got such a wonderful soul and heart. He looks rough on the outside but hes really a very caring person.

"Thank you dean. I cant tell you how much i really appreciate what you and your brother done for me. I just wish i could help out in some way, but i cant do anything because of my leg." I placed my hand on his cheek and he actually leaned into my touch. I cant explain whats going on between my heart and dean but i liked it.

He looked up into my eyes with such adoration it hurt. What is it about him?

"I actually have a friend that can help you, if you want to." Dean said cautiously.

"How can they help me? Are they a doctor?"

He shook his head, "i know this is gonna sound strange. Cas...hes an angel. He can heal you in a matter of seconds and make everything go away."

I raised my eyebrow at him. He just waited patiently as i thought it over. Demons are real and i did pray that god gave me strength when i was with parker. So why cant angels be real? I looked into his eyes and nodded.

He let out a breath i didnt realize he was holding. He bent his head "cas, i need you."

I heard a big flutter of wings and there was a man standing in the doorway wearing a trenchcoat. Not the way i pictured an angel looking.

"Hello dean." Cas said in a raspy voice.

"Hey cas, this is (Y/N). She needs you to heal her." Dean said sitting on the edge of the bed beside me.

Cas walked over to me, "hello (Y/N). My name is castiel. All i will have to do is place my hand on your head."

"Thats it?" I asked.

Cas nodded and then i nodded and i shut my eyes. I felt his hand on my forehead and a warm sensation filled me. A few seconds later i felt amazing. I opened my eyes and dean was smiling at me.

"You look even more beautiful than before." He said touching my cheek. I leaned into his touch just as he did mine earlier. I looked up at cas he was standing there awkwardly.

"Thank you cas." I said shyly and he nodded. With a flutter he was gone. I looked around the room but he wasnt there.

"He does that alot." Dean said. "Now would you like to get a shower?"

I closed my eyes at the thought, "oh yes that would be amazing." I moaned, i felt dean shift on the bed. He was turned to the side with his eyes closed.

I put my hand on his shoulder, "dean?" He took a deep breath and turned towards me. He smiled and stood up and held out his hand.

I took it and stood up, and it felt amazing to be able to stand up and move without hurting. I chuckled and moved my leg and bent it. Im sure i had the most ridiculous smile on my face, but i was geniuenly thankful for everything.

"Everything feel alright?"

"Everything feels great. Thank you so much." Before i could stop myself i stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

He flinched a little and looked down at me. "Im so sorry...i didnt..im sorry." I said faster than i wanted to. I tried to turn away but he grabbed my wrist and turned me back to face him. He crashed his lips into mine and growled. His fingers tangled in my hair and pulled lightly. I bit his lower lip and moaned into his mouth.

I ran my hand up his flannel shirt and went to unbutton it when he grabbed my hands and pulled away from me. "No, i cant."

I backed away casting my eyes down to the floor, fiddling with the drawstring on my borrowed sweat pants. "No, im sorry. It was stupid of me to even think..."

He opened his mouth to speak but i just shook my head, "its okay dean you dont have to explain. I get it. Can you please show me where i can freshen up? I dont have any clothes so if its not to much trouble can i borrow these again?"

He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt. "You can wear anything of mine you want until we can get you some clothes."

I nodded and took the clothes from him. He walked me down the hallway to the bathroom and showed me where the towels and wash cloths were before shutting the door.

After a nice long hot shower i felt even better my hair wasnt all frizzy anymore, my black tresses were perfectly combed and straight. I hardly recognized myself in the mirror without the bruises and cuts.

I was in deans clothes and they were a little baggy on me but i was a curvy woman so it wasnt to bad. I walked out of the bathroom but had no idea where to go. The only place i actually knew was deans bedroom.

I walked down the hallway and passed more doors. They were all closed so i didnt dare to open them. After all this wasnt my house, i had no business snooping. I heard sam and dean talking on down the hall so i followed their voices.

I turned the corner into a big library of some sort. Sam sat at the table reading from a book dean sat in a arm chair across from him eating a sandwhich. He smiled at me and i couldnt help but giggle at his cheeks stuffed full with food. He was so cute.

"There she is. Feel better?" He said around the food in his mouth.

"Very much, thank you. Both of you." I said looking down. "I dont really know what to do around here. Ill try to be helpful while im here. I promise i will find a place soon and be out of your hair."

Sam looked up with a furrowed brow. "No one said you have to leave. Youre more than welcome here."

I nodded and smiled shyly at sam. He went back to whatever he was doing as i paced back and forth.

Dean walked up to me and grabbed my hands. "Hey, dont feel out of place here. If youre hungry get you something to eat. If youre bored sammy has plenty of books and we have netflix. I want you to make yourself at home."

Dean was tracing circles on my hand with his thumb, my breathing hitched and i could feel, something between us. Dean seemed to notice and let go of my hands.

"Sam, you got anything on where these demons are?" Dean asked sam.

Sam shrugged, "not a hundred percent sure at the moment. Parker is for sure the leader though. It seems like its a recruitment thing. Bobbys looking into it for us."

Dean throws his hands up, "now what?"

"We wait." Sam said impatiently.

@an-unhealthy-obsession

[lilserketfics]

So, if you'd like, Iwaoi and 35 + 36 ?

Ohoho, I love IwaOi!

Setting: FHQ

Rated: E, for blood, gore, death, angst, romance, and happy ending (theres a twist in the end)

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” and “I wish I could hate you.”

“Iwa-chan,” The demon king called out in a sing song type of voice.  A magical barrier locking the knight in a large chamber.  His friends and teammates locked in their own battle.

Iwaizumi’s eye twitched, thinking how Kenma was holding up by his childhood friend, his first love, attacking him, turning on him.  Though they were the same.  His eyes locked on the dark figure floating above him, wishing he could wipe that small smile from Oikawa’s face.  “Where are the others?!” he shouted pointing his sword towards the demon king.

“Who?” Oikawa asked before making a small “oh” noise.  “You mean that little crow and the archer with him?  I’ve put a spell on them, they think they’re deep inside woods, but really they’re just sleeping…deeply…asleep,” he smirked looking down at his ex-best friend.

“You’re a real peace of shit, you know?” the knight growled lowering his sword, watching the demon float to the ground, feet landing softly.  His eyes intense as the king walked close to him.

“Kuroo’s currently trying to bring that mage of yours to our side, you know, they were childhood friends too, Kuroo was adopted into a human society, yet still turned on the very ones that gave him shelter and love, yet, he could never hurt that mage, no matter how many hits Kuroo would take, not once had he himself injured his old lover.”

“Why does that matter, I’m here to kill you, shittykawa,” Iwaizumi moved, thrusting his sword towards Oikawa, watching as the demon king jumped back before disappearing.  He dug his heel into the ground, spinning on it as he swung his sword.

“Close,” Oikawa chuckled coming from the other side, landing a hard kick to the knight’s side, sending him flying to the wall.  “I don’t want to hurt you, Iwa-chan, I don’t want to fight you.”

“You killed innocent people!”

“You’re no better! You killed my people!”

“Your people murdered countless humans!”

“And what of the children?!”

The knight growled, getting up to his feet.  “You know that was an accident, you know the building was coming down, you could have saved them but didn’t,” he growled, running towards the demon king, acting like he was going to swing his sword before twisting, grabbing Oikawa’s leg in his armored hand.  He dropped his sword, placing his free hand to the demon’s face, smashing him to the ground.

“All you wanted was to make yourself look good, when you were the cause of it,” Iwaizumi spoke deeply, his hand tightening on the demon’s face.  He could see one of his eyes through his fingers.  His harden expression broke before hardening again.  The sadness in the king’s eye, the red rim appearing.

“I didn’t ask to be like this,” Oikawa told him quietly.  “It’s not like I could just break off my horns and act like a human,” he moved his hand up, gripping the knight’s, pulling it off his face.  “I wish I could be like you,” he added bringing Iwaizumi’s hand to his throat.  “Kill me.”

“You act like I didn’t try to save you,” the knight growled, his hand twitching around the demon king’s throat.  “You could have lived amongst the humans.”

“Where did that lead Kuroo? You were able to rip off your horns because you were a low blooded demon, you left me! We could have had it all!”

“We could still have it all! If you would just stop these games of yours!”

“I can’t!”

“You’re a demon but you were never a bad person Tooru!” Iwaizumi screamed letting go of the demon, tossing his sword to the side.  “You were never a bad person so why did you turn on me?” he could feel his eyes burning, rage, anger, frustrated love.

Silence fell between the two.  Oikawa staring up at the knight, swallowing a lump in his throat.  “I wish I could hate you,” he whispered, lifting his hands up, taking the knight’s face into them, his thumbs brushing Iwaizumi’s cheekbones, a small on his face when the knight turned, kissing the palm of his hand.  “Take off your armor.”

The knight blinked, pulling from the demon.  “What?” he questioned staring down at Oikawa.

“You heard me.  Take. It. Off,” the demon purred dropping his hands to the cold armor.

“I don’t think now is the time for sex,” Iwaizumi snorted moving to get off the demon, but his hands held down his thighs.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen once you leave this chamber, I don’t know what will become of me, Iwa…Hajime…please,” Oikawa pleaded moving out from under the knight.  

“We can do it after you stop this war,” the knight told him but the demon stopped him again from getting up as he crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs.

“There is no tomorrow for me,” the demon king’s voice cracked, leaning his head, their foreheads touching.  “I did something bad, I made a mistake, I’m sorry,” he choked out, the walls around them shaking.  “I have to go!” he panicked shoving off of the knight.

“What do you mean! Oikawa!” Iwaizumi yelled getting up, catching the demon king by the wrist, pulling him back to him. He did it suddenly, his heart squeezing as he brought the demon to his chest, kissing him.  He kissed him hard, putting his whole heart into it as the barrier around them shattered, something, no, a demon, busting through the walls. He grunted as Oikawa pushed him back with magic.

The knight stared at the new demon, it’s legs were double jointed, black going into gray, it’s hands were the same, clawed, black to gray going up it’s arms, massive double wings on it’s back, horns twisting, it’s hair black and messy.  He noticed the naked body in it’s arms.  His eyes slowly widening.  “Kenma!” he screamed seeing the bloody mage.

“Kuroo!”  Oikawa yelled at the angered demon. He could see the tears streaming down his face.  He braced himself when the demon placed the bloody mage on the ground, taking off towards him.  He braced for impact, closing his eyes.  Instead he felt blood splatter on him.  He opened his eyes.  Screaming in horror, seeing the clawed demon hand sticking through Iwaizumi, Iwaizumi’s sword going straight through the demon’s heart.  “Iwa…” his voice drifted before he could finish his sentence, Kuroo going back to his original form, hand falling out of the knight’s chest as he dropped the ground.

Iwaizumi choked, blood spitting out of his mouth as he dropped to the ground, hands catching him, turning him.  He smiled up at his childhood friend.  “You always did get yourself into trouble,” he breathed out, choking as he tried to laugh.  

“Shut up,” Oikawa’s voice trembled, holding onto the knight.  “Why did you do that,” he cried, tears falling from his eyes.

“Love makes you do stupid things,” he coughed, blood splattering as he closed his eyes.  “I wish, we could have spent more time together, I wish it didn’t end like this.”

“I wish things were different, Hajime, I love you, I’ve always loved you,” the demon king whispered, waiting for a reply but it never came.  He held onto Iwaizumi’s body tighter, a screaming sob ripping through his chest as an arrow went through his heart.  Blood spitting from his own mouth.

“It seems, I’m not far behind,” he chuckled, a peaceful smile on his face as he hunched over the knight’s body, bleeding out.  He could hear Hinata and Kageyama whispering to each other as the world faded around him.

“Oikawa!” A voice yelled beside him.

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa yelled setting the ball to the spiker.  He watched as his teammate spiked it over the net straight onto the ground.  The ref blowing the whistle.  The crowd cheering as they won their match.  

“Yeah!” the team yelled,  Oikawa and Iwaizumi rushing to each other, one arm hugging each other off the court before their teammates joined them.  One more match before they can reach nationals.

Oikawa moved his gaze over to the next team, his eyes narrowing towards the two first years.  He was going to beat them this time.

[omenthenarrator]

Prompts That Inspired No Sleep Club

If you tell me a few of your favorites, I’ll try to write out a snippet or even a full short story about that prompt!

A girl goes missing in the woods and the search party only finds a decrepit porcelain doll that looks oddly similar to her. The parents start treating the doll like their daughter, slowly losing their sanity.

New residents move into the neighborhood and get invited by their neighbors for dinner. After an hour of horror they finally escape the house only to find it an abandoned decrepit building in shambles. No one has lived there for 15 years since the last family died of unknown causes.

A family dog runs away from home. He returns a year later to the familys delight. However, theres something different about him. Something demonic.

A man reads a novel, soon realizing that the story is his very own–and according to the book, a killer is lurking.

Serial killers world wide have been sent a link that connects them all to an anonymous chat room. A teenager somehow is sent the link by mistake. Soon after receiving a warning of everyones coming demise, he noticed people vanishing from the chat room one by one–and hes the next on the kill list.

A woman who is afraid of clowns wakes up from her normal life to one in which she worked at the freak show. However, instead of working a normal job, she’s the main attraction and the audience she is performing for are the very things she fears.

A young brother and sister find an old door in their basement that had never been there before.

One day, as the townsfolk begin to wake up, it is discovered that strange winged creatures can be seen within the gathering storm clouds above. Over the years, the phenomenon becomes a normal sight during stormy days.

A man wakes up in the streets to find a hobo clown staring down at him with a long face.

A mad scientist performs the first head transplant on his sick and dying daughter (4 yrs old) when things go horribly wrong. (Pigs head?)

A girl is scrolling through her photo gallery only to find several pictures she hadn’t taken. One by one, all the towns residents find the same photos in their galleries. The pictures turned out to be a warning for the whole town of the coming earthquake.

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL: A scarewalk in the woods during a Halloween festival turns out to be real. And all the walkers have to survive multiple horror movie scenarios to get to the end of the walk alive.

A bartender serves last calls to the only remaining patron, a man who calls himself Lucifer.

Something/someone has turned all the neighborhood pets into demonic killers.

A woman wakes up with her eyes and mouth sewn shut and no memory of who she was before.

A couple has a young son who is a total angel in public. However, once they are home alone he becomes something right out of their nightmares.

A woman wakes up in an abandoned maze-like sewer system. As she attempts to escape, the water begins to rise. But drowning is the last of her worries… Somethin lurks within the depths.

A robber steals from the small town museum only to discover the apparent riches belonged to a covent of witches.

Kidnappers abduct a child only to find out she was more than they bargained for. She was found playing on the swingset the next day, no sign of the kidnappers in sight.

A homeless man is stalked by faceless creatures who crawled on all fours. Hes the town drunk so no one believes him until he turns up dead face down in the snow.

A group of friends wake up disoriented in the old abandoned mansion to find it has been turned into a chamber of horrors. Only one of them will survive, so says the note left with them.

A woman of high social standings becomes the gossip of the town when she is sent away to an asylum for raving about the writing on her wall. However, when her husband suffera the same fate, people start thinking she wasn’t as crazy as she seemed.

A boy on a farm makes scare crows to protect the crops. Only problem is, they tend to come alive. (This one might be too goosebumps but I Can try to write it different if it sounds interesting enough)

EASTER SPECIAL: A figure dressed in an old dirty Easter Bunny suit haunts the children of the town.

Something ancient rises out of an old pond.

An artificial intelligence begins to communicate with a family online, only to terrorize them through their tech. Anytime they try to seek help, all traces of the AI vanish completely. (Maybe make this about one person instead of a whole family?)

A family buys a cheap house only to find an unmarked grave in the back yard while remodeling. (It looks like it belonged to an infant child)

A boy is born with an identical twin. The older they get the more evil the twin becomes.

A cult that worships history’s deadliest serial killers begins to kill by copying their methods. A girl and her mother see this on the local news. The girl later discovers her mother is a member and shes the next victim.

A winter snow storm traps a group of thrill seekers in an abandoned asylum.

A little girl comes down the stairs and asks her parents, “Can you hear it breathing? I can.”

Children find a deep dark well and an old ladder that leads down into it.

A teen (?) Finds a crayon drawing of a strange family on the wall–its inscribed with the words, “We live in your walls.” (Its either a teen who blames his 3 year old brother before realizing he can’t write or a young child who tells his parents about the ‘wall people’.

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL: A woman is watching a scary movie alone on Halloween night… But someone keeps knocking at her door. However, when she opens it, no one is ever there…

A famer and his son begin to hear childrens laughter coming from their fields at night–no child is in sight though.

A childs imaginary friend in not actually imaginary. (Possibly use one of the creatures I had made for the original No Sleep Club… Like Scratcher?)

A girl hears movement in her walls and rooms, but she is the only one home.

An old lady is sitting in her house knitting when a whisper interrupts the silence. “Be quiet. They WILL hear you,” it says

A man hiking through the woods when he came across a crumbling staircase that leads upward. However, there is no sign of the rest of the ruins anywhere.

A child walks down the stairs and stop in front of their babysitter. An eerie grin tugs at the child’s lips as they say “We’ll go to war with a smile on our faces.”

The old rotary dial phone started ringing loudly, but when answered, the caller hangs up. When the girl set the phone down, she remembered that her parents had disconnected it a week ago due to some prank calls that had been happening for months.

“There used to be six of us… Now I’m alone.”

He followed the young lady as she led him into a long forgotten room, only to find her gone. There was no way out except the narrow hall they’d just come from.

Someone kept sending her encoded messages. Every time she decoded them, each revealed a secret worse than the last. (The secrets are about her and she grows more paranoid each day until she calls the police for harassment. Once they read all the messages, she practically confesses. Each message is sent from various victims numbers, which had been deactivated.)

Theres an urban legend thats been circulating for years about a taxi cab that doesn’t take you where you want to go but where you need to go. One night a tired yound man steps into this cab.

A boy is sitting on his couch when one of his friends barges into the living room and says, “whatever happens, who ever comes knocking, ive been here for at least an hour.”

Every night he hears the sound of a train… But the railroad closed down years ago.

A reclusive grandmother dies. The grand daughter-who feels guilty for not visiting her-has to go through her things and finds her grandmother was not all she seemed to be.

Having vanished into the forest seven years ago, she emerged looking like she hadnt even left. Everything was the same, she hadn’t even aged, but something seemed a bit… Off.

CHRISTMAS SPECIAL: The frozen pond in the forest cracked open. Ice skaters we disheartened by this, and curious as to how it happened–then they noticed the trail of footprints leading out of the pand and into the woods.

A fair has come to town with a strange funhouse. Inside, past the normal mirror maze, there’s a room that has one lone mirror that shows the viewer the last thing they’ll see before they die. (Alternatively: after viewers exit the room, something about their features is a bit off and they act very different then before.)

Funhouse Mirror: Alternatively, it could be both. The last thing they see before they die is why “they” start acting differently.

A grandfather tells his grandson that when a person leaves a graveyard a different way than they entered, spirits will leave with them. The boy decides to test this theory.

A man soon realizes that the fence around the orphanage is to keep the public safe–not the other way around.

One day the townsfolk wake up with their deadly sin tattooed to their left hand. (pride, lust, gluttony, envy, sloth, wrath, greed) This pits the townsfolk against one another as they discover that their heavenly virtue is tattooed to their right.

[dead-inside-mcgee]

The doctor and the demon Part 2

Summary: Henrik discovers where Chase went. He finds himself trapped in a castle. 

If your looking for Part 1, just go to my blog and search beauty and the beast. 

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It was two weeks after Chase left that Henrik started getting suspicious. The first snow would most likely be today, and Chase still wasn’t back. Henrik slipped on his coat, planning on going out to search for his friend when a knock on the door interrupted him.

 Looking through the peephole, He sighed, putting his hands in his hands, once he saw Dark standing in front of the door. Henrik’s first thought, was to not answer and climb out the back window. Unfortunately, Dark had other ideas, and let himself leave.

 “Dark, can't say it’s a pleasure,” Henrik said with a deadpan look. He silently cursed himself for not getting a lock on that door. It was a small town, not much crime, but he didn’t think about nosy neighbors.

 “Oh, don’t be like that, Henry,” Dark waved his hands and said this, as though they were old friends.

 “I know you love to see me.” He put an arm around the smaller man and closed the door with his foot.

 Henrik slipped out of his grasp. He took a deep breath in an effort to calm himself, and in the sweetest voice he could muster, he said, “Well you can’t stay long. I’m heading out soon.” He gestured towards his coat.   

 “Well, where ya heading.” Dark made a move to put his arm around him again, but he was quicker this time. “I’m sure I can be of some assistance.”

 “I’m going out, to find a friend of mine,” He answer truthfully seeing no reason to lie.

 “Well. Why can’t come along?”

 Henrik back away towards the door, Dark put his hand on either side of his head. He leaned in close.

 “I don’t need you to,” Henrik said. “Beside’s, you’ve overstayed your welcome.” Henrik opened the door and ducked under Dark’s arm, causing him to fall into the mud below.

 He slammed the door shut and rush to grab a chair and jam it under the door. He made a mental note to get a lock and snuck out the back window.

After some sneaking around, and ducking into corners, Henrik made his way into the forest. He could faintly see tracks in the soft dirt. It had just begun to snow as he entered the forest.

 Henrik would often go through these woods to find herbs and spices, for medicine (and dinner at times). He knew his way around and he knew the path to the other town fairly well. He has gone on personal trips there to help some injured person, in need of professional help.

 Following the track marks, left by the cart, he quickly realized Chase had taken a wrong turn on a crossroads, that was closer to their town. Henrik bit his thumb.

 There were about three crossroads on the way to town. If you missed even one, you could get extremely lost. That's why he was always so worried for Chase’s safety.

 Knowing that standing here and panicking would get him nowhere, Henrik trudged along the path. It was mid afternoon, when he found the first clue on where chase went, and he didn’t like it.

 He could barely see them, but in one area there was a pack of wolf prints surrounding the cart and the horse. It seemed like, once the wolves surrounded them, Chase fell of the horse and ran in a completely different direction.

 He laughed despite himself. He realized how much he was acting like a detective from one of his favorite novels. It was a funny thought to distract him from Chase’s possible fate.

Shortly after he found a trail of Chase’s footprints, it’s began snowing. He cursed and picked up his speed. He cursed himself for not searching for him sooner.

 The faint wolf prints following Chase’s, worried the doctor, but the remains of a burnt branch gave him hope. Soon the outline of a fence came into view, he ran faster knowing Chase could be safe.

 His hope was drained when he noticed the blood, splattered on the bars. Even if it was just a small cut, Chase could die of an infection within days. His stomach dropped into a pit.

 With his last bit of hope, he opened the gate. There was a cobblestone path, so Henrik couldn’t even tell if Chase made it this far or he meet his fate before he got in and something else dragged him away.

 No, no. Henrik shook his head. If he died back there, there would be more blood splattered about.

 Sucking in a deep breath he forced his way down the path. Glancing at each of the statues, his hope diminished. He could stand here all day and stare at them, but he need confirmation.

 Not thinking, Henrik opened the doors to the castle at the end of the path. The inside seemed to be colder than outside. Pulling his coat tighter he looked around and called out.

 “Hello?” He immediately felt stupid. Was some crazy sociopath going to come up and say “Oh, hay come in. We have tea?”

 He laughed at his own stupid thought.

 “Someone's here! Should we scare them away?” Henrik heard someone whisper.

 “No, they might be the one we’ve been looking for,” another voice said.

 “If anyone is there, can you tell me if you’ve seen a friend of mine?” Henrik asked, then added. “His name is Chase.”

 “Chase? Isn’t that the name of the guy, boss threw into the dungeon?” The first voice asked.

 “What dungeon?” He asked.

 “Dahm it, Marvin!” The second voice whisper yelled.

 “Down the stairs, to your right,” The voice, that was probably Marvin, said.

 Henrik followed those instructions, he found the dungeon was even colder than outside. He hated that Chase has most likely been here for weeks.

 The first cage, Henrik noticed a figure huddled in the corner.

 “Chase?!” He called out.

 The figure shifted and looked out. It was Chase.

 “Henry?” Chase mumbled.

 “Hold on, I’ll find away to get you out!” He turned to try and find a key, when he was stopped by a tall figure. He felt like he’s been in this situation before.

 Slowly looking up, he realized the figure before him was too tall to be human. He couldn’t see the creatures face, but he could feel it breathing heavily

 “And what-” the creature leaned in closer, “-are you being here.”

 Henrik’s heart was beating faster, in fear, but he held his ground.

 “I am here for my friend,” he stated as contentedly as he could.

 “Your friend stole from me. He deserves to be locked up,” the creature growled.

 “What did he steal?” he asked.

 “Something that was very important to me,” the creature stated. Henrik glared the best he could; not satisfied with with that answer. The creature noticed this and continued. “A red rose.”

 Henrik’s stance flattered. Guilt and anger welled up inside him.

 “Let him go,” he said firmly.

 The creature laughed, or at least it might have been a laugh (it sounded like a dying cat).

 It leaned in closer. “And why, would I do that?”

 “Because-” his voice cracked, “-I was the one who asked him to bring me a rose. Let him go and take me in exchange.

 “Henrik no!” Chase screamed.

 The creature laughed again. “It’s a deal!”

 Before he could really react, Chase was snatched out of the cage and he was thrown in. He could hear Chase yelling as the thing carried him off. He teared up a bit.

 By the time the creature returned, Henrik had given into his emotions and was crying.

 The creature tilled it’s head in a confused manner.

 “You didn’t even let me say goodbye,” he sobbed.

 The creature grunted and left the dungeon. He was going to head to his own room when he was stopped by a candle stick.

 “I would like to suggest something. If I may?” Marvin said.

 The creature gave a grunt and Marvin continued.

 “I was th-thinking, b-boss, since this man will be staying with us for a while, we could… we could,” Marvin trailed off, nervously.

 “Get on with it,” the creature said.

 “I was thinking.. Maybe we could move him to a nicer place. To make him more comfortable and maybe-” Marvin paused again, “-and maybe you two could get along.”

 The creature gave him an annoyed look and growled. Marvin flinched.

 “I suppose your right,” the creature grumbled and turned back around.

 Back in the dungeon Henrik had already sat down on the pile of hay and was crying silently. The cage door opened with a long creek.

 “Come on!” The creature beckoned.

 Henrik obeyed. “Where are you taking me?” He asked.

 “To your room.”

 “My room?”

 The creature turned and looked at him. “Do you want to stay in the dungeon?” He asked.

 “No,” Henrik said, shaking his head.

 “Then stop asking questions!”

 After a long pause Henrik asked another question.

 “Do you have a name?”

 The creature stopped walking and was silent for a long time. “Anti,” He finally said.

 After going up a flight of stairs and passing multiple statutes, they stopped at a door.

 “This will be your room,” Anti said. “Feel free to explore the manor, it is your home after all. You my go where ever you like, except the west wing. It is forbidden.”

 “What's in the west wing?”

 “It is forbidden!” Anti said louder.

 The inside of the room was warm. The walls were painted light blue, the bed had darker blue sheets and blanket. It was a nice room, but Henrik didn’t like to think of it as home. Without Chase, how could he call anything home?

 “You will join me for dinner.” Anti stated.

 “I’m not hungry,” Henrik said, sounding like a bratty child.

 Anti bore his teeth, trying to keep clam. “I’m sure you’ll be hungry later. You’ll regret not coming.”

 “I don’t want to come. Leave me alone.”

 “Um.. boss,” Marvin, who followed them up here, said, “I think we should give him some space. He just got here after all.”

 Anti ignored him.

 “Fine then! Starve!” He screamed and slammed the door hard enough the shake the ground.

 He turned to Marvin and the group of other appliances that followed them.

 “If he doesn’t eat with me he doesn’t eat at all,” he said then stormed off.

  Henrik buried his face into the sheets. Maybe if he fell asleep this will all turn out to be a bad dream.

A little while later, Henrik heard a knock on the door. “Go away!” he yelled into the pillow.

 Whoever was on the other side of the door knocked again, harder this time.

 He groaned. “There’s not even a lock on that door,” he yelled.

 “Well I’m sorry. I’ve been told it’s rude to open someones door without knocking,” a voice said, the door opened.

 Henrik didn’t see anyone enter, but he could hear something moving along the floor. He looked down to see an old clock, a candlestick, and a feather duster.

 “Heyo!” the candle said. “I’m Marvin!”

 The clock sighed. “My name is Jackie.”

 “You may refer to me as google,” the feather duster stated in a monotone voice.

 “Your.. talking to me,” Henrik said. He felt stupid after saying that.

 “Yeah you are! Isn’t that cool,” Marvin cheered. “Well cool for you, not really for us.”

 Jackie mumbled something, then spoke up. “We’re here to take you to dinner.”

 “I told him I didn’t want to eat.” His stomach growled, disproving his last statement.

 “You won’t be dining with him tonight. After you rejected him, he locked himself up. You’ll be dining with us,” Google said.

 “Won’t he hear us and get upset?” Henrik asked.

 “That's what I said,” Jackie complained.

 “We will be taking the risk tonight,” Google said.

 “It’s going to be awesome!” Marvin chimed.

[paladin-andric]

Blackheart, Chapter 31: A Final Respite

It had been quite some time. Deep in the heart of the Citadel, things had changed considerably.

A while ago, the survivors had evacuated to the countryside. Before they did so, Basilrin was sent to bring word of the situation to the surrounding lands, in hopes of summoning the forces needed to push to the Blackheart.

The portal was said to be in the very center of the city. To get there, all they needed to do was take the main road. Only problem was the demons. Their corrupted thralls swarmed the main streets en-masse. It was why they had spent their time creeping down alleyways and side streets.

Soon...soon, the time for skulking would come to an end. Soon, the army would begin their assault.

Alexander ran the blade of his sword over a whetstone, looking it over carefully. He had forgone wearing his armor, seeing as it had been a few days since Basilrin’s return.

It was quite the wonder, seeing not only his return, but the arrival of the Lady Protector herself, Gira. The Black Dragon, as she was called, arguably the most important figure in all of Geralthin. She had been there for the entirety of its history, after all.

She and Basilrin had assured them that the army was indeed on its way. Already a few of those towns and villages nearby had arrived, a few guards and citizens armed with the bare essentials now joining them in the Citadel.

It was a good start, but they had to await the mass of royal forces before they could dare start their push.

Gira was another one. Now they had three dragons. That was three beasts of legend to rain destruction on their foes. Alexander could only imagine how marvelous that kind of support would be for the army.

All in all, things were looking quite hopeful. With a force like this assembled, pushing through the city really seemed more than a mere pipe dream.

All they had to do was cause a gap, if only for a moment, in the demons’ defenses. Then Alexander could slip through, enter the Blackheart, and destroy whatever artifact was anchoring the portal to their world.

“Hey.”

The knight turned to see Wurie walking up to him. The wolfman took a seat on the ground beside the knight, flashing him a nervous smile.

“Hey captain. What’s the matter?”

Wurie looked off into the distance as Alexander continued sharpening his blade. “I just...can hardly believe it, you know? That we’re so close.”

“It won’t be long now,” the knight answered.

“It’s been quite the journey.”

Alexander smiled. “Yeah. I think we’ve all learned things from this.”

“Really? I feel like you’ve been the one teaching ME here, sir knight!”

The man shook his head and sighed. “You should know better than that, Wurie.”

The wolfman frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Captain, when I first came here...I must admit that I didn’t feel the same way about you and the others then I do now.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Well...I was raised surrounded by other humans. Not once had I even laid eyes upon another species, aside from Stilich, the doctor.”

“Stilich?”

“One of the shellbacks,” Alexander admitted, “Father hired him to take care of us...but that was the extent of my knowledge. He was one of a kind as far as I was concerned. When I joined the army, I was deployed at the northern border. There, was my first experience with the wolves...with your people, Wurie.”

The captain grimaced. “Not, uh...not a good impression,” he whispered, his voice reflecting pain.

“That’s an understatement. I thought your people were animals, barbarians, monsters...I had a similar view for many of the peoples of Geralthin. In truth, the edict didn’t rattle me as much as it probably should have...it meeting Sigvin to change my mind about a “universal evil”. Even then I thought he was the exception, but now...I see I was quite mistaken.”

“Sigvin?” Wurie’s brows furrowed. “Alexander, you said...Sigvin?”

“Yeah. We commissioned him as pathfinder, during one of our expeditions into tribal territory. We chatted at the camp. Told me all sorts of stories about him and his people. Really helped me understand the wolfmen more than I did.”

Wurie’s eyes were a near sliver now.

“What? What’s with that funny look?”

“Alexander...was...was Sigvin a bard?”

The knight was caught off guard by that one. “He...mentioned he wanted to become one...how on earth did you know that? Wurie, have you met him?”

The captain gave Alexander a serious look. “...follow me.”

He paused only to put his whetstone away and sheathe his sword before he hurried after Wurie. The implications behind this left only one possibility…

Turning past another group of tents, Wurie called out to a figure facing a firepit. “Sigvin!”

The person turned around, sitting on a small wooden stump. In a rather puffy, fanciful striped and dyed suit, was a familiar face. Sure, the clothes, quilled hat, and lute was a far cry to the rags he was wearing all those years ago, but Alexander recognized him all the same.

“Sigvin...you’ve got a friend here.”

The unarmored knight stepped forward, eyes widening. It wasn’t just a shared name. It was him. It was really him.

“Sigvin…?”

The wolfman bard frowned. “Err, I’m sorry. You might be…?”

“It’s me, remember?! It’s Alexander! From the war up north? The Pureclaws!”

The bard’s face scrunched up as he tried to recall those memories. In a moment, his eyes shot open. “A-Alexander?!”

“Yeah! It’s me!”

The wolfman jumped up excitedly and put his lute down. “Hoo boy...Alexander! How have you been, friend?!”

The knight laughed as Sigvin grabbed and shook his hand wildly. “Ah, you know! Pretty busy. How the hell did you end up all the way down here?!”

“I TOLD you I was gonna move to Geralthin! I even went to college! All was going according to plan when, uh...this all happened.”

“Right...you were kicked off with the rest of the exiled.”

“Mmhm. I must say, I saw you here before, but I never imagined the man under the armor would be you!”

Alexander shrugged. “Well, here I am regardless! God I can’t believe we’ve been so close all this time!”

“I’ve been...unable to be of much help,” Sigvin admitted with a sheepish smile. “I, uh...I’ve been hiding back here. Thinking, mostly.”

“Well, why didn’t you leave with the other citizens?”

“Because he wants to help!” Wurie said with a grin, “Isn’t that right, Sigvin?”

“Yessir!”

The knight tapped his foot, looking worried. “Ah, but...what are you planning on doing, than? Not joining the front line, I’d hope!”

“Oh goodness no. I’ve never been a warrior, you know that! I AM a bard, though. My music does more than you might expect. I hope to rally and inspire the real warriors when we attack!”

“You really have become what you’ve always wanted, huh?”

“That’s right!” Sigvin said with a grin, “My dreams are...well, they WERE coming true...but hopefully! Hopefully, after all this, I can finally get back on track!”

Wurie nodded. “You will. We’ll see to that, won’t we, Alexander!”

“Yes...we will. I must say Wurie, it’s good to see you looking up like this. You, uh...weren’t in high spirits, the last few times we spoke.”

“What can you do?” the captain asked with a shrug. “I’ve been seeing and hearing some awful things. It takes its toll, but...it’s almost over. We’re so close. If there’s a time to believe, it’s right now.”

Alexander smiled. Despite everything, even the most mournful seemed full of hope now.

“Hope is a powerful thing to have. We’ll see this through Wurie, I swear.”

The trio sat around the firepit, Alexander looking back at Sigvin. “So...got any songs planned for all of this?”

The bard smiled. “Ah, well I’ve got a few popular tunes, but generally I let the music take me where it goes.” His smile quickly turned into a frown. “I do have...one song in the works though. An...ode to your friend, Alexander. The red dragon. Hopefully, my song will travel across the land once this is over, and all will sing of his sacrifice. I figured such an individual deserves nothing less.”

Alexander’s face scrunched up. “Ah. I see...I’m sure he’d be proud.”

Sigvin nodded sadly. “Yeah. I think he would.”

…

“Hey…”

The holy man didn’t look up as he continued reflecting over the words of the scripture. “Yes?”

“I, uh...I’m going to go with them, you know!”

Andric frowned. The paladin opened his eyes and turned his gaze to Senci, visage firm.

“I would strongly advise against that.”

The kobold looked hurt by that. “Oh, come on, master! They’re counting on me to help them!”

“And I’m counting on you to make it through this in one piece.”

“I’ll make it through just fine! I can do it, you know I can! I was trained by the best, after all.”

“Senci…”

“I’ve make it this far, haven’t I?!”

Andric turned around, shifting from kneeling into a sitting position. The pair were inside a tent, taking stock of their inventory and preparing for the final battle.

“I just don’t want anything to happen. I heard about your little stint in the medical tent, you know.”

“But master-”

“What if that happens again?”

“Master Andric…”

“You nearly died, Senci! I cannot abide by this! If I were to let you leave my sight, you could-”

Something snapped inside of Senci, if only for a moment. For the first time since he could remember, he snapped at his mentor.

“I’m not a damned child anymore!”

Andric’s brows raised at the kobold’s shrill yell. He couldn’t remember the man ever being stricken silent like this, but these were exceptional circumstances.

The young warrior felt immense shame and regret almost immediately. He could feel the heat well up in his face and fear creep over him as he looked at his stunned father figure.

“I...I’m sorry…”

The paladin grimaced as he looked the other warrior over. The small lizard shifted uncomfortably, head lowered and eyes full of guilt. Like he was about to be lectured.

Andric sighed. “It’s...fine. I understand. I know this is important to you. I just...I came all this way to make sure you were alright, you know? If something happened, I…”

The man’s lips pursed. “...I don’t know what I’d do. Over a decade, Senci. For twelve years, I’ve been making sure you were okay. For twelve years, schooling and training you...”

“I...I know,” Senci said quietly, “B-but, master...you...you have to let me try! I’m a grown up now!”

Andric shot the kobold a guilty grin and scratched his beard. “Well, actually, you’re still a year away from being an adult at the moment…”

“T-that’s close enough!” Senci insisted. “Listen...I...I’m thankful for everything, really, I am. I’m so lucky I have you to train me...but eventually, you have to put that training to the test! Master...you must let me loose on our enemies! You’ve prepared me for this moment, and I must follow through now! I can’t be useless in this battle, I can’t let everyone down! I HAVE to help!”

Andric frowned and closed his eyes, reflecting on the kobold’s words. Eventually, he opened his eyes and moved forward, wrapping his arms around the young warrior.

“Senci...I know. I know I can’t stop you from doing this...and I understand how much this means to you. You can go.”

Smiling with wide eyes, Senci returned the hug, Andric patting him on the shoulder.

“I won’t let you down. I promise.”

“The only way you could do that, Senci, is if you didn’t come back...so make sure you do, alright?”

Senci grinned wide. “Yes sir!”

…

Razorwing pulled back on his bow, getting a feel for the tension. He sat on the ground beside the tent he had been staying in, his supplies laid out around him.

After this brief test of his bowstring, it seemed like all was in order. He had brought a few extra with him just in case it snapped, but there didn’t seem to be many issues. He’d been using this one for about a year, but he was very fussy about maintenance, so everything still worked as intended.

“Is that the great hero Razorwing, playing around with an unloaded bow?”

The bird turned his head towards the source. Of course, there was no mistaking that voice, despite the additional cheer it seemed to be carrying today.

“You work with crossbows. You know full well the need to test and maintain.”

The human sat down beside him. Despite the mask, his eyes made his amusement clear.

“Obviously. I’m messing with you, dope.”

The koutu shot him a cocky grin. “You sure? You know, if you don’t know about weapon upkeep, I could teach you.”

“Yeah yeah, alright, ya dumb bird.” A light punch to the shoulder made the hero chuckle.

Paul took out one of his own crossbows and looked it over. It was a fair bit smaller than the ones the armies used, seeing as this was made with the ability to hold and fire with one hand. Still, it had enough force behind it, and the bolts were large enough to still be deadly. The downside was that without the heft of the larger models, punching through armor proved...problematic.

Not that this was generally a problem for Paul. As a bounty hunter, he generally worked to end combat before it began. He’d become a good enough shot and a quiet enough sneak to hit targets in their weak spots, while they were unexpecting.

“Hard to believe it’s almost over huh?” the human mused.

“Yes...quite remarkable. We’ve come quite a far way, we have.” Razorwing put his bow down and grabbed his quiver, beginning to examine his arrows.

“It’s been rough. The close scrapes, the demons...listening to you blabber on about nonsense,” Paul said with a laugh.

“Oh? You got pretty mad when I stopped ‘blabbering’ though, didn’t you?”

The bounty hunter looked away as the koutu grinned like mad. “Well...you know how it is...the silence in this hellhole is maddening. Any voice is a relief...no matter how dumb what they’re saying is.”

The archer raised a brow. “Oh ho! I see! So what you’re saying is I’m just a voice to you, huh? Just a distraction? Just something any other person could have been?”

“T-that’s not what I meant!”

The hero put a winged arm around the human’s shoulders. Shooting him a grin, he leaned in. “Don’t worry! I’m just...what was it you said? ‘Messing with you, dope’?”

Paul groaned, which drew another laugh from Razorwing.

“Seriously, though. You and I, friend...we’ll go far, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean by that?” with the birdman’s wing still wrapped around him, he looked over questioningly.

“You remember how well we worked in the streets. How long we spent without the luxury of a team, or any support. Just the two of us, against the demons. The scouting we did for each other...we make a perfect duo, don’t you think?”

Paul looked away, sighing. “We, uh...you’re right, but...I don’t know.”

“Aw, come on, pal! No one can beat a team like us!”

“I know,” Paul admitted, “We make an excellent team. Still...I don’t know if I’ll...be doing this in the future.”

Razorwing frowned. “Huh? What’s...what’s that mean?”

“Look. You’re a famous hero. You fight monsters, and lead parades, and have songs sung of you...and I’m a shadow. No one besides you knows my identity. I stalk the shadows. I slit the throats of thieves and killers. I hide from the fame that comes with the work I do. I’ve built a reputation as an ender of lives...despite no one knowing who I am.”

The hero gave him a funny look. “You’re saying we’re incompatible?”

“Well, that’s one part of it-”

He was cut short by Razorwing squeezing him, tightening his arm’s grip around the man.

“Come on, Crux! We’ve been through enough to know that’s nonsense!”

Paul’s eyes narrowed. “Argh. You wanna let me breathe, bird?”

“Very well.” Razorwing let go of him, the pair sitting beside one another once more.

“Hah. Well, besides that...I have an identity to keep concealed. We were able to do that AND work together because, well...we’re in a fog-covered city cut off from the outside world. If we started working together once this is over...I fear your renown, and the attention you draw would...make my secret impossible to keep.”

It seemed to finally dawn on the hero, now. His gaze softened, turning into a saddened, wincing visage.

“Ah. I...I see. You...we can’t...be friends anymore.”

There was a lengthy, uncomfortable pause. Both of them had their heads down, unable to look the other in the eye.

Paul’s voice caught Razorwing off guard.

“You know...you’re the only friend I’ve ever had.”

The archer blinked, eye widening. “Paul…?”

“I, uh...I made an effort to keep my distance from everyone...just so something like this wouldn’t happen.”

The human looked over at Razorwing. The koutu’s head hung low, looking defeated.

“I...there must be something we can do…”

Paul crossed his arms, his weapons checking long forgotten. “Is there...some place you go to all the time? I don’t know if I could leave a paper trail to keep in touch, but if we happened to be around the same places…”

Razorwing smirked. “I’m all over the place. The parades and plays and, well, you know.”

“Of course.”

“Well, my estate’s always open to you. Hey, maybe you could come over sometime and meet Eignach!” “Eignach…?”

The koutu looked surprised. “Oh, I didn’t tell you? We’re...together.” There was a short pause before Razorwing continued hurriedly. “Err, that’s uh, why I wanted to tell you, by the way, that I’m spoken for. I didn’t mean to...hit on you. I-I don’t drink, so, uhh...I wasn’t thinking clearly. My apologies.”

“Don’t worry about it...lightweight.” Paul was grinning. The way the fabric around his mouth was stretching gave it away.

“Well EXCUSE me for practicing a bit of clean living!” the hero laughed and shook his head. “Well, at any rate, we’ve been together for...not too long. We were just friends at first. Poor fellow was expelled from the kingdom during the exile. He grew up in Geralthin. He may be one of my people in body, but culturally, he was a human. Our homeland was alien and frightening to him. I took him in, seeing as he lost his home and...the rest is history.”

“A bird frightened of his own flock…” Paul pulled out his dagger and inspected it for any nicks and scratches.

“I suppose! He’s adapted well, though. You know he was a fan of mine? He was absolutely starstruck when we met. Even fainted and everything!”

“Everyone has a hero to look up to, I guess. You happened to be his.”

“That’s right.”

Razorwing turned to look at the human, still running his hand along his dagger.

“Hey, Paul?”

“Yeah?”

There was a brief moment of hesitation. “Whatever happens out there...we’re a team, alright? I’ve got your back.”

Paul lowered his dagger, turning to look at the archer. His eyes ran over the other man, taking him in.

“And I’ve got yours.” He held a gloved hand out to the koutu, who took it without hesitation. The pair shook.

“Domnall...it’s been a pleasure. Let’s cast these beasts back to the deepest pits of hell.”

Razorwing radiated confidence as he sat up straight. “Hah! The armies of hell themselves will learn to fear our names!”

Paul nodded, a smirk etched in his mask. “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s you and I give em’ something to call hell...bird.”

…

“Looks like everything’s ready.”

“Just about.”

The man and woman were sitting inside a small tent, just the two of them and their supplies. The man was sitting idle, while the woman was chewing on a piece of jerky. He looked at her with a near unreadable expression.

“Hungry?” she asked in between bites. He shook his head.

“Not a fan of jerky?”

He shook his head again. “I don’t care what I eat, Leianna. I’m just not hungry right now.”

The cleric shrugged, still chewing. “Suit yourself.” Taking another bite, she looked off to the side in thought. “Man, all they’ve got left around here is cheese and jerky.”

“Not much else can last months without spoiling,” Lexius noted.

“Hey, I’m not complaining. Food’s food, and cheese and jerky are damn fine.”

Lexius sighed. The priest looked sullen and out of it. Leianna noticed this, and gave him a questioning look.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just...I wish I could have...been of more use.”

“How so?”

The man held his hands out. “I...I was poor support on the field. I’m an awful combatant. I spent half my time here bedridden. I failed to come prepared. I...I even...Leianna, if I had been with you when we split into two groups...perhaps Basilrin’s brother and Tourthun would be-”

“Hey. Monk boy.” Leianna gave him a firm glare, as if chastising him. “Listen to me, you fool. You came here of your own volition. You waltzed into a hellhole full of the darkest beings the world can offer with scrappy armor, a chipped iron blade and a tiny wooden shield. You never trained for combat. You healed a goddamned DRAGON, Lexius.”

He was about to respond, but Leianna put a hand on his shoulder and smiled. “You kicked ass out here. No one expected some guy from a church to make it this far, but here you are.”

The priest lowered his head and laughed. Leianna raised a brow. “Err...Lexius?”

“Heh...yeah, I guess you’re right. No use in feeling sorry for myself. I did what I could. That’s...all you can really do.”

“Hey, that’s the spirit!” Leianna grinned and patted him on the shoulder. “Look, I’ve got plenty of things I wish I’d done differently too, but there’s no turning back the clock. You live with what you do, and you do the best you can.”

Lexius looked up at the cleric hopefully. “Sister Leianna...could you join me in prayer?”

The woman shrugged. “I don’t see why not.” She shoved the rest of the jerky in her mouth, chewing loudly as she rushed to finish her meal.

Lexius took out his cross, from under his armor. The small, wooden symbol appeared hand-carved by him, if its quality was any indication.

Leianna wiped her mouth and took out her own, pulling it from a pouch. The handheld crosses were more good luck charms than anything, not blessed or magical in any way. It was a simple reminder of God, carried on each church member’s person to serve as a constant source of hope and faith.

Lexius bowed his head, cross clutched underneath his hand and held onto by both hands. Leianna followed the gesture.

“Through God and the intercession of Saint Martin, we stand firm against the work of the enemy,” Lexius said, his voice low and clear.

“We thought we may have died and been sent to the underworld for our transgressions, for we are surrounded by grinning faces of demons,” Leianna continued. The pair continued to alternate between each line.

“Even in death, even in the underworld, despite our true odds, we will never waver. Such is the burden of the faithful.”

Lexius’ eyes were squeezed tight as he brought the prayer to a close. “Guide us now, for we do the bidding of the Lord, our God. Allow us to fulfill our duty, no matter the cost. No matter the cost…”

“Amen.”

Despite having reached the end, Lexius did not rise as Leianna had.

“No matter the cost…”

The cleric looked at the priest with a notable degree of concern. “Lexius…?”

“No matter the cost…”

…

“This catastrophe was man-made! I’ve seen it for myself!” Charles stood among a group of humans, the first few militiamen who had answered the call. Several of them, in their light uniforms of cloth and wielding simple weapons, leered at him in disdain.

Though Alexander and the others had been through enough with the magician to trust him, but as he had always been told, the common folk saw him as little more than a monstrous chimera.

“What the hell do you know?!” one of the levies shouted, eliciting cries of agreement throughout the crowd.

“I recovered documents from the college! One of the wizards said himself that he did it!”

“Oh yeah?! Where’s your proof?”

Charles frowned. “I gave them to my friend, the professor. He left with the rest of the citizens in the evacuation.”

“How awfully convenient,” one of the men mused. A few voice called out in agreement once more.

“Whatever!” the dragonoid cried, throwing his hands up, “I don’t care if you believe me or not! The truth will come out on its own!”

“Yeah right. I bet YOU did it!”

“M-me?!” Charles reeled back, “Why would I do that?!”

“It’s in your blood!” Cheers erupted through the crowd at those words, the magician clutching at his shoulders defensively.

“T-that’s not true. I make my own path...my origins do not determine my future…”

“Yeah, right! Say, if you’re one of them...I wonder if you’ve got any secrets you’re hiding…?”

A few men stepped forward, their stances clearly hostile. Their eyes glinted with malicious intent, and their grin were anything but friendly.

“W-what’s this?!” Charles shouted, shaken. He backed up, nervous about where this was going.

“Why are you wearing that?” one of the men asked, reaching out for his wizard hat. Though he grabbed it, Charles threw his arm away, clutching onto the hat possessively.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch my things! They aren’t yours!”

The man smirked. “Are you hiding something under there, beast?”

Their approach quickened, even as the dragonoid began backpedaling.

“L-leave me alone! Stop it!”

“Show us what you’re hiding!” Several shouts rang out through the Citadel. Some from the mob of soldiers, some from citizens around the camp that saw what was happening.

Charles, focused on the approaching men, failed to notice a rock behind him. His foot slipped as he tripped over it, falling to the ground on his back. He sat up, and just as it looked like the mob was about to descend on him…

“That’s ENOUGH!”

Blinking, the fallen dragonoid looked over to the source of the bellowing voice. Sure enough, the knight was stomping over, though not in his armor. Still, he had his sword on his hip, and looked suitably authoritative enough anyway. Behind him, a few others followed, most notably Wurie.

“Causing trouble, are we?”

The knight’s demeanor seemed to shake the mob of levies out of it, many quickly backing away from Charles.

“W-we were just-”

“Harassing the people you were sent to help? Yeah, I noticed. What’s next? Gonna mug a few of the wolves? Attack the birds?”

“No,” a single voice answered meekly. The knight scowled at the group.

“Which one of you imbeciles is in command here?” He demanded. A lone soldier answered.

“Captain Howard, sir. He’s outside.”

Alexander stepped forward and grabbed the man by the neck, pulling him close. The others gasped, but didn’t interfere.

“Tell your captain to get his men under control,” he growled, voice dripping with venomous hostility, “NOW.”

“Y-yessir,” he squeaked, stumbling backwards as Alexander released him.

“Crawl on out of here, all of you. You’re not welcome.”

As the group turned to leave back through the sewers, the knight called out one last time.

“If I catch you attacking any more citizens, you’ll be hanging from his majesty’s gallows for treason!”

As the group fled, Alexander turned to Charles, still sitting on the ground. He quickly extended a hand. “You all right?”

“I-I think so.” the magician grabbed the man’s hand, letting himself be pulled to his feet with a grunt.

“Ah...thank you, Alexander.”

“Don’t worry about it. The nerve…!”

Charles smiled as he dusted himself off. “I’m thankful to have friends in such affluent stations…”

The knight grimaced. “I don’t like throwing my weight around, but in these situations I hardly have a choice.”

“What in the world was that?” Wurie asked, “They were like...common rabble! Like the thugs whose fights I had to break up back in the day!”

“That’s what happens with the army,” Alexander noted. He frowned as he looked over to the exit, hands on his hips.

“These aren’t elite soldiers of the king. These aren’t contractors or professionals. These are levies, militia and common folk. They don’t have the discipline a lifer has. Force them to stay on duty without an enemy to fight, and eventually they’ll starting picking their own fights.”

Wurie tilted his head. “Sounds like you’ve dealt with this before.”

“Comes with the territory. Command enough armies and you know the best and worst of it inside and out.”

“Still...unacceptable,” muttered Wurie. He looked deeply wounded by the proceedings.

“Captain? You okay?”

The wolfman shook his head. “It’s...nothing. Just remembering the exile.”

“Similar treatment?”

“Very.”

Alexander crossed his arms. “Things are going to change around here. I don’t know how, but they will.”

Wurie smiled despite himself. “I...appreciate the optimism. I would say I don’t believe it but...I already said that about you saving our people. I fear I’d be eating my words yet again if I said such a thing!”

The knight shrugged, a small smile at the corner of his lips. “Guess we’ll just have to see, huh? So how about…”

A shadow taking up the entire middle of the camp cause him to trail off. While the twilight wasn’t much, it was noticeable now that it was gone.

He barely had a moment to look up before a green dragon dropped down the hole and into the Citadel. Basilrin.

“They are here! The king’s men are here!”

There was a lengthy silence as the crowd looked at one another. A few citizens walked over at the dragon’s call, including the others that had been journeying together with Alexander all this time.

Looking back, the knight gave them a nod. At last, the end was here. Alexander closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“It’s time.”

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Demons of the Past Chapter 4!!!!

Hey Lovelies,

Firstly in case your a little confused by the title I accidentally named the last chapter 4 and then changed it to 3 when I realized the mistake. So this is the actual chapter 4. Warning there is SMUT in this one so watch where you read! I really love how the story is progressing and I haven't decided yet but I think the next chapter might be the last one. So keep an eye out for it, but I really shouldn't have even been writing this one cuz I have a essay to write, so don’t be mad if I take a while with chapter 5. Anyway happy reading, I hope you like it!

Love,

- M

Chapter 4: Warning Signs

It was early May, just 2 months before the wedding. All the details were falling into place. My niece Genevieve (who was affectionately named after our grandmother and who everyone called G) was going to be the flower girl. Bailey’s cousin Shane was going to be the ring bearer and if all went as planned I’d have a new little nephew by the wedding as well. Yes Jess was expecting baby number two! Suffice it to say her marriage was going great! Jess was my maid of honour and Ethan was of course Bailey’s best man; so they were helping us out a lot. As crazy as it sounds I was glad that the stress of the wedding was the only stress on me. It had been really nice to not worry about anything else. We could actually enjoy ourselves, it was a happy stress I guess. Sadly though, our “happy stress” was short lived. At work one day I got an alarming email from someone…

It was a regular Friday evening. I was at work and counting the minutes til quitting time. It had been a long week and I couldn’t wait to get home and have a bubble bath with Bailey. A half hour before I was supposed to get off of work by boss came by my  office. “Mrs. Y/LN, could you just send these emails for me then your free to go.” “A half hour early sir?” “Yes dear, its been a long week. I myself am leaving early.” “Ok sir, thank you. Have a nice weekend.” “Same to you, goodnight.” “Night.”

As soon as he was out of earshot I heaved a sigh of relief. That half hour was dragging by. I opened up the company email and did what I was asked. Just before I shut down my computer I noticed I had a new email in my personal email. Its probably just a promotional thing for something I thought. But something in me told me to check it out. So I quickly opened the tab and I my heart almost stopped. The email was from an anonymous sender. My heart raced as I clicked the email. How could I have forgotten that Harrison had my email address! It was an old one from high school that I still had. I barely even used it. But I should’ve been more careful. Surprisingly the email wasn’t from him though. As soon as I read the first sentence I knew it was from Naidene. She must’ve used another email so her parents wouldn’t see it. The email read: Dear Y/N, Sorry if I freaked you out by using an anonymous email, but you know how nosy my parents are. I just wanted to warn you. I’m worried about him. I just found out my mom has been bringing him the club newsletters. And well… theres something in this months edition that may set him off. Just… be careful ok.

Naidene P.S. Congrats by the way ;)

What could she be talking about? And why did Harrison want the club newsletter? What did she mean by congrats? Mom had been sending it to us every month but we’d just been ignoring it. We couldn’t care less about all those people. We were enamoured with each other, we didn’t need anyone else. Besides, I secretly worried that it upset Bailey, like it made him insecure, feel like he wasn’t good enough for me. I hate the look on his face whenever he sees the newsletters. Of course he’s the best thing that ever happened to me and he knows how much I love him. But I think when he sees all the successful guys in the club he wonders if they could’ve given me a better life. I shut down my computer and head out, my thoughts running wild as I drive home. I start nervously tapping my hand on the steering wheel. I look down at my hand and suddenly catch sight of my engagement ring. Then it dawns on me, no mom please tell me you didn’t. Of course thats it, what else could Dene by congratulating me on? But Mom couldn’t be that careless could she? She had to know it was possible he’d see it. Well theres only one way to find out. A few minutes later I reach the apartment I park and dash inside. I notice the Bronco in the parking lot. Perfect, I was hoping to check this out before he got home. I take the elevator and rush to our door. I can smell dinner from outside and I smile to myself thanking God for giving me Bailey. I walk into the kitchen to find my baby at the stove wearing shorts, shirtless with an apron.

“Hey hot stuff.” “Hey babe, home early today?” He says turning to face me. “Yeah, the boss let me go a little early. Dinner smells great by the way.” “Its our favourite-“ “Speego!” We say in unison laughing. “So how was your day?” “Good, long, but good. You?” “Same, but hey the night is young.” He says winking and pulling me in for a kiss. “Thats true, listen Bailey theres something we need to talk about…” I say looking down. “What is it? Your not getting cold feet are you?” He says worriedly. “No no, of course not.” “Because its ok if your not ready you know.” “Babe I’m ready, I promise. I want this, I want you for now, forever-“ “And for always.” He says grazing the side of my face gently. “Then what is it?” “I… I got an email from Naidene.” “What! Why does she have your email!” “Calm down Bailey, its on old email from high school.” “It doesn’t matter, that makes it worse. Harrison might have it. You have to deactivate it.” “I know I will.” “So wait what did the email say?” “She was warning us.” “Warning us of what? He’s not getting out yet is he?” “No, but she said that he’s been getting the club newsletter and that there was something in this months edition that she was afraid would set him off.” “Like what?” “Well…” I say raising my hand with the engagement ring. “No, no your mom wouldn’t!” “I don’t know, I mean I want to believe she would know better. But she is extremely proud. Anyway, lets just check. She sent it to us right?” “Yeah it should still be in the recycling.” “Ok I’ll check.” I walk over to the recycling bin and bend down to sift though it. “Find it yet Y/N?” He asks walking over and smacking my ass lightly. “Bailey!” “Sorry couldn’t help it!” He replies beginning to set the table. “Found it, oh god Gray…” I say finally retrieving it almost at the bottom of the bin. I bring it over to the dinning table and take a deep breath. “What is it?” “Theres a sticky note on the front cover look.” I say showing him the small yellow sticky note that reads in my moms handwriting: Turn to page 18 ;) “How could she not foresee how dangerous this could be?” He says rubbing his eyes. “I don’t know, lets just turn to page 18.” We turn to the page and sure enough she taken out the entire page. There’s a huge picture of us with the engagement announcement on top. And to make matters worse you can see the ring clearly on my finger. “Oh mom!” “Thats just great now we’re gonna have to invite all these freaks too.” “Hey!” I say smacking his arm. “My parents are parents are one of those freaks you know! I know they’re a little high strung, but I did grow up with these people!” “I know I know… I’m sorry its just-“ “Stop. Don’t even go there babe, your the best thing that ever happened to me. Your twice the man that any of these guys could ever be. They’ve had Mummy and Daddy pay their way through life, you earned everything you have yourself, and you love me more than any of them ever did.” “Thanks babe, I love you so much.” “I know.” I reply kissing him gently. “Now what are we gonna do about this?” “Nothing for now. It doesn’t make sense to drive ourselves crazy before we’ve even been threatened right?” “Yeah I guess so.” “Right, so we’ll just be extra safe for now. I’ll drive you to and from work.” “But-“ I protest. “But nothing, I’m not taking any chances. I have to protect you, I won’t let him hurt you, not again.” “Babe, don’t you think thats a little excessive. I mean I have my own car, its not like I’d be taking public transit or anything.” “I don’t care, I don’t want him catching you alone. Please Y/N, if anything happened to you and I could have prevented it… please I just can’t go through that again…” I can see the worry in his eyes and I finally give in. “Ok, if it makes you feel better I guess you can be my chauffeur.” I say rubbing his arm reassuringly. “Thank you Y/N.” He whispers kissing my forehead and holding me for a moment. My head resting on his chest I can feel his heart beating fast. “Hey, its gonna be ok. I’m gonna be ok. I feel safe here with you.” I say looking up at him. “I know, I know. I just can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you…” “And I wouldn’t be able to breathe without you, but thats never gonna happen. We have each other. For now, forever-“ I say taking his hand in mine. “And for always.” He says interlocking our fingers. I lean up and connect our lips in a sweet kiss. “Now, we have to talk to mom!” I say breaking the kiss. “Ok, but after dinner. I don’t want my masterpiece getting cold!” “Speaking go getting cold, aren’t you cold without a shirt?” I say patting his bare chest. “Babe when your slaving over a hot stove you tend to get hot! But yeah, I’ll put a tank on while we eat.” After we ate Baileys amazing dinner we called mom together. “Mom how could you do this without checking with us?” “Sorry honey, I thought you’d want all our friends to know your good news.” “Don’t you mean your friends…” Bailey mutters. “Shut up Bailey!” I whisper punching him in the arm and then immediately wincing. “Damn you and your enormous boulder- like arms!” “Sorry babe.” He says smirking and flexing his biceps. “What is going on there Y/N?” “Nothing mom, its just how could you be so careless?” “Excuse me!” “Mom you didn’t think Harrison might see it!” “And what he might do if he saw it!” Gray adds. “I- I’m sorry honey. I was just so happy, I guess I wasn’t thinking…” “Its ok Mom, just ask us next time.” “I promise. You know what I’m going to have a talk with Vivian!” “Mom please don’t!” “I want to confront her! I want to ask her why the hell she’s been bringing him the newsletter! What does he need with it in that place!” “Mrs. Y/L/N please, if you go to her she’s going to ask how you knew she was bringing him the newsletter-“ “Yeah and shel kill Naidene if she finds out she’s been talking to me!” “Alright, I suppose your right. And for heaven sakes Grayson please call me Elaine!” “Ok mom, we’re gonna go to sleep. Its getting late you should too, and tell dad I say hi.” “I will darling, sleep well. And again I’m terribly sorry. You tell us if Harrison contacts you!” “Its ok, and I promise I will.” “You better, no more secrets remember! We don’t want a repeat of the last time, your father can’t handle it again!” “I know mom, I love you. Bye.” “Love you sweetie, bye.” “Well that went well.” Bailey says after I hang up. “Yeah no thanks to you.” I say getting up and going to the washroom to wash up. “Oh c’mon baby, you know how I feel about those people.” He replies following me into the washroom. He stands next to me and starts brushing his teeth at his sink. “I know but you don’t have to make an awkward conversation worse and she doesn’t need to know you feel that way, I mean how do you think she’d feel if she found out how you felt about a community she’s part of?” I stop to spit the toothpaste out of my mouth and rinse and then I continue my rant. “And another thing-“ “Ok ok I get it. I wasn’t exactly helpful, I’m sorry. Can you forgive me baby?” He says as he finishes up he walks behind me, wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck. He knows neck kisses are my weakness and sure enough after barely a minute of his assault I can feel my legs starting to go weak. “Babe… c’mon you know I cant resist neck kisses.” “So does that mean I’m forgiven?” He asks in between kisses. My legs start to give out and I lean back against his strong chest for support. “Hmm… yeah I… guess… oh god come here!” I whip around and and smash my lips onto his. My arms instantly wrap around his neck as I pull him closer. His hands slide to my bum and give it a squeeze as I jump and wrap my legs around his waist. Our lips move in sync as he carries me to our bed. He places me at the foot of our bed and pulls my nightgown over my head. “No panties tonight… baby what are trying to do to me?” “Drive you insane, is it working?” I say sliding back on the bed til my head hit a pillow. “So gorgeous…” Gray whispers taking in my naked body. Even after all this time his words still make me blush. “What are you waiting for babe?” “Just wanted to look at you for a minute.” He says before gliding on top of me. He reconnects our lips and massages my breasts as my hands slips down to his Pyjama bottoms. I pull them down and he kicks them off before kissing down my body. My lips, my neck, my chest, and my upper thighs. “Babe stop teasing…” I beg. “But thats half the fun…” he says continuing to nip at my inner thighs. “Bailey… please stop and give me what I need before I give it to myself!” I say feeling the heat grow in between my legs. “Whats the magic word kitten?” He says kissing dangerously close to where I need him most. His breath alone is enough to send a shudder through my entire body. “Pl- please Daddy.” I beg almost shaking. “Your wish is my command.” He answers with a devilish smile before devouring me. Instantly my back starts to arch off the bed, but he wraps his arms around my legs and pull be down onto the bed. His tongue is moving at just the right pace and I almost cant handle it. My hands grab at his hair pushing his face further and further into me. Just as I’m about to let go his actions stop. “Daddy why did you stop?!” I practically scream as he sits up. “Because kitten, I don’t want you to finish without me!” He replies. “Does Daddy need a little help getting there?” I say gesturing to his little friend. He cocks an eyebrow at me and without even saying anything he pushes his whole length into me hard. I scream his name and my back arches of the bed again, I wasn’t ready for all that at once. But my body quickly adjusts and his thrusts become faster and faster. I can hear the bed squeaking but I don’t care if it breaks. He kisses me roughly as he keeps pounding into me. “YES! YES! YES! DADDY DON’T STOP! YES RIGHT THERE!” I scream. He keeps pounding into me mercilessly, grunting profanities along with my name until we’re both close. “Daddy I’m close!” “Me too Kitten, finish with me!” And with those words the room goes white as we both hit our climax and make a mess all over each other and the sheets. Bailey pulls out of me and flops down next to me breathless. “Babe… that was…” “Incredible…” I reply out of breath “More than incredible, I don’t think its ever been that good.” “Agreed, Daddy really gave it to me tonight!” “Oh did I?” “Are you kidding? Your lucky tomorrows Saturday and I don’t have to work, because I’m not gonna be able to walk.” “Don’t worry kitten, I’ll carry you wherever you need to go.” He replies kissing my cheek. “My hero.” I reply grazing his chest lightly.

We cleaned up the sheets and ourselves and went to sleep, forgetting about everything that happened earlier that night. We slept peacefully in each others arms and it wasn’t until the next morning that we realized we’d forgotten something pretty important… everything would have been fine though if only the warning signs were in vain, but like I said before demons from the past are never far away and suddenly we had a lot more to lose…

[aceofstars16]

Finding Neverland/Stranger Things Crossover???

Because I’m bored/lazy here are some Finding Neverland lyrics that make me think of Stranger Things...take note some of the lyrics are only part of the song but they really seemed to fit some characters like really well so???

I also ended up going through all of the songs just because...only a few songs apply and sometimes a song might’ve had one or two lines that fit that I didn’t include but...this is literally just me having fun so...enjoy I guess? xD

Also this is really long so for the sake of people who don’t care I’m putting it all below the cut *flops*

“If the World Turned Upside Down” for Hopper (but honestly it could kind of apply to the whole show like Upsidedown????)

Theres a moment you've been waiting all your life for, When you find the very reason you're alive for, And it happens when you seem to least expect it, All at once you come alive and feel connected. I ignored the beat inside my heart for too long, And excepted what was right but always felt wrong, Its the second and a time I've been a slave to, But inside there was a feeling, something I always knew When the world turned upside down, And the earth and sky changed around, All the whispers of the possible became clear and loud, When the world turned upside down When my world turned upside down

“All That Matters” for Joyce (because the first part of the song works so well for her I cry)

There are days when I feel so afraid I Can hardly remember to breathe When reality crashes is wave after wave Pulling me farther beneath So what's the point in planning for a future If it all can be stolen away? It's all I can do to hold on and survive When the colors have faded to grey. But my children need so much more from me And they give me the strength to go on Whatever may come And all that matters now Is where I go from here I know I'll find a way If I live for today The beating of my heart Is all that matters (Is this part about Hopper?...probably...) He makes sense of all of my chaos In ways I can never explain He turns all of my sadness into a smile He's helping me live life again!!!

“Sylvia’s Lullaby for Joyce to Will (I mean really who else would it be for?)

Quietly hush now to sleep On the wings of a butterfly Let all your cares drift away And now is the end of the day If you close your eyes And count to ten You’ll hear your dreams are calling again Just follow the moon For all too soon a new day will appear You’ll have nothing to fear For wherever you are and forever I’ll be here

“Live By the Hook” for Hopper (not the whole thing but the beginning...man...)

Feels like there's nothing left Am I on my own And the road ahead I can't walk alone They're all leaving me Don't believe me I've been  foolish, reckless and blind I should turn back while there's still time YOU COWARD! Oh boo hoo! No one wants to play with me My wife has left me Oh woe is me Woe is me Rahh! You want to suck your thumb at me? Or do you want to go on an adventure? Who are you? I am your darkest side the one you keep in shadows too far to hide Deep in your heart you can't deny All of your fears keeping me alive Waiting here for you to arrive Don't choose to live by the book Let's live by the hook

“Stronger” for Will (I was thinking Hopper at first but no this is SUCH a Will song like I can’t even)

In the darkest place There's the faintest light Gives me hope to face The hardest fight Pain delivers me I don't need their sympathy 'Cause they can't take away my mind Where I go they will never find I've got to be stronger Reach up higher Must dig deeper Find the fire Feel enlightened Can't be frightened anymore I can run now so much faster Now defeat won't be my master For to conquer the demons I won't have to wait any longer I've got to be stronger You'll see in time You will survive Too soon to run Too late to hide It's your destiny Every pace, every stride I am stronger Reach up higher Digging deeper Found the fire Feel enlightened Won't be frightened anymore I can run now so much faster Now defeat won't be my master I will conquer the demons I won’t have to wait any longer I’ve got to be stronger I am stronger Now I’m stronger

“What You Mean to Me” for Joyce and Hopper (not including all of the lyrics, just the ones that make me think of them, cut offs mean there are some lyrics missing)

Hopper: Standing here All at once All the words run dry Joyce: Something changed Can't explain And I can't deny Hopper: Turning in circles And blurring the lights Both: The unspoken is calling us tonight I won't lie I'm a little bit frightend Of my imagination Swear I'll try I'm feeling enlightened Your my inspiration We can fly if we want to I promise that faith will give you wings

Hopper: Every word and every sentence Doesn't seem to make a difference Nothing can explain just what you mean to me Joyce: Every shape and all the colours All the love from all the lovers Never quite express just what you mean to me Hopper (Joyce): (Every shape) Every sentance Every feeling (Every breath) Breathless All my senses reeling (All my sences reeling) Cannot even say just Both: What you mean to me Turning in circles And blurring the lights I won't lie I'm a little bit frightened  Of my imagination I swear I'll try Your my inspiration 

“We’re All Made of Stars” for the kids (I just kind of guessed on who would be who here I don’t know if they all fit but...I tried xD)

Mike: You can be anything you wanna be You can go anywhere you wanna see A little hard work and you can do it Faith will get you through it So many possibilities Mike and Dustin: You gotta believe see it And you can be it The answers are all inside yourself Mike Dustin and Will: The universe has loads of space And the gift that it gave to the whole human race Is that We're all made of stars We're all made of dreams No matter who you are You can do what you want Go where you like Be who you wanna be Mike: If a doctor could save only just one life from pain and from misery, that's what I wanna be Dustin: I would sail all around the world A life of discovery That is the life for me Will: If I could write every single day I'd Write all my cares away Lucas: I'd be leading a different life A wonderful life All: A magical life! Bah bah bahdy dah dah dah dah ect. You can do what you want Go where you like Be who you want to be Mike: Be what you wanna be All: Be what you wanna be!

“When Your Feet Don’t Touch the Ground” for Hopper and Will (Mike could maybe work too tho...I kept all the lyrics because...they kind of all work tbh...)

Hopper: When did life become so complicated? Years of too much thought and time I wasted, And in each line upon my face, Is proof I fought and lived another day. When did life become this place of madness? Drifting on an empty sea of waves of sadness? I make believe I'm in control, And dream it wasn't all my fault. When your feet don't touch the ground, And your world's turing upside down. Here, it's safe, in this place, above the clouds. When your feet don't touch the earth, You can't feel the things that hurt And you're free, there's no need to come down. When your feet don't touch the ground. Will: Everyday just feels a little longer Why am I the only one not getting stronger? Running around pretending life's a play, It doesn't make the darkness go away.

I may be young but I can still remember Feeling full of joy, crying tears of laughter Now all my tears are all cried out, Make-believe, but count me out. 'Cause my feet are on the ground, and the inner voice I found tells the truth, "There's no use, if your head's in the clouds" Hopper: I was once like you. Life was a maze. I couldn't find my way out. But what I say is true, you will be amazed, Make-believe and you will find out that it's true. Both: When your feet don't touch the ground, when your voice won't make a sound. Here, it's safe. In this place. Up off the clouds. When your feet don't touch the earth, you can't feel the fates that hurt. And you're free, there's no need, to come down. When your feet don't touch the ground. When your feet don't touch the ground.

“Something About This Night” not really sure this would be for but...I just looked at the lyrics and it just made me think of ST a little, like maybe season 1 or season 2 or both, just everyone anticipating/scared about what will happen??? I don’t know I thought I’d add it because why not?

I can feel it Anticipation in the air Something just beyond compare To any other night I swear I can feel my heart is beating much too fast No more looking to the fast Could this be the one at last? Oh, all the years I have waited for this one night is everything I can't be certain but something is different I'm sure I have never felt like this before Something about this night that I cannot express Excitement or nervousness How it ends, I couldn't guess But there is something about this night that I just can't ignore All the sweat and tears and more Have made this all worth fighting for If there is one chance this could be the one to beat our expectation… Something about this night Oh, something about this night At the start of the show when nobody knows Just what to expect or believe The tension is high and the silence is loud And it's getting much harder to breathe I'm so proud of what you created After all of the time you have waited I wanted to say but the words wouldn't come out right It must be something about this night Something about this night that I just can't ignore All the sweat and tears and more Have made this all worth fighting for If there is one chance this could be the one for every generation Something about this night Oh, something about this night Oh, something about this night!

“Finale” for Hopper (like people singing to him? Like I’m thinking of Sara and I have feels???)

I know you feel alone But we are here beside you She left the stars up in the sky So they can guide you And you will see her in your dreams For neverland is closer than it seems Just try to remember All the things she taught you You made her proud to be alive How she adored you And I can see her in your eyes She'll always be there by your side When you feet don't touch the ground And you voice won't make a sound You'll be safe in this place above the clouds I was once like you Life was a maze I couldn't find my way out But what I found is true I was so amazed Make believe and you will find out its true (Know that it's true) When your feet don't touch the ground And your worlds turned upside down You will fly (you will fly) To the sky Above the clouds When your feet don't touch the earth You won't feel the things that hurt Keep your faith And in time You will spread your wings and Fly Fly Fly And fly

If you read all of this I thank you and applaud you, and feel free to let me know of any other songs/musicals that make you think of ST!

[turntechhex]

all of them B)

Significant Other Asks.

okay its under the cut you shit

1. Tell the story about how you met.

the first time avi and i actually spoke was in a stream i was holding and i was just about to close it off because nobody popped in but then he did and then that lead to punk rock points 

2. Was it a gradual increase of trust and love, or was there a specific moment where you knew “I want to be with this person for a long time”?

it was gradual for me but it hit me that i wanted to love him

3. Describe their eyes. Describe their hands. Describe their laugh.

his eyes are really sensitive to the light so he wears his shades a lot but god when he takes them off i get to see his eyes

theyre red and kind of like mine but not in the freaky albino way like mine

his are a beautiful deep red and when i look close enough i can see the little flecks of whatever mixed in

his hands arent scarred and scabbed like mine theyre soft but with a slight toughness to them and when we intertwine our fingers i can really feel that and i love kissing his fingertips just to show him that

and his laugh

god his laugh

i never want to hear anything else

the way it bubbles up and his head falls and his smile is so wide its beautiful 

4. What’s your zodiac sign and mbti type? What about your partner’s? Do things like that reflect your actual compatibility or is it just bunch of bunk?

we are both the same sign and i dunno about that mbti stuff and i dont think any of it works for compatibility its kinda dumb

5. Are you long distance? Have you met in person before? When do you get to see them again?

we live together

6. Tell me a story about a happy experience you two shared. Something that makes your heart warm whenever you think about it.

i had lit a bunch of fancy rose candles and turned out the lights and we just showered each other with so many kisses and then fell asleep together smiling stupidly it was nice 

7. Tell me a funny story. Did they do something silly? Did you do something silly? Talk about your inside jokes.

he always does something silly

he has this silly smile when he falls asleep and apparently when i sleep i look “angry or apathetic as fuck”

sometimes he walks in when im shaving my legs early in the morning with my hair in a bunch of mini pony tails so i can see and he knows hes seen a demon

8. Are your families supportive? Does it matter if they’re not?

avi doesnt have much of a family other than his sister and i havent met her

and dirk and hal are all ive got and dirk is pretty supportive and i think hal is too 

if they werent it would hurt but i couldnt stop loving him yknow

9. Would you ever have a pet together? Do you already have one?

he has four cats and i have an owl

10. Do you have children together? If not, are you both interested in raising children some day?

we do not but maybe someday i havent really thought about it all too much

11. If they’re having a bad day, what do you do to help?

listen the best i can and do whatever i can

give him space if he needs it

hold him if he needs it

12. If you’re having a bad day, what do they do to help?

he listens 

fuck he listens

he lets me cry and yell or whatever i need to do and he helps me

he lets me talk to him

he is everything to me when im having a hard time 

he knows when to hold me and rub my back and hush me

he knows when to give me space and let me yell

he knows me so well

13. What’s something that your partner does that would be annoying if anyone else did it, but it’s cute when they do it?

he moves a lot in his sleep

he has grabbed my ass on more than one occasion

14. Have you ever went on a vacation or adventure together? Tell me about it. If not, do you have plans to do something fun in the future?

we drive out to the coast sometimes its fun just driving away so yes

15. What’s something that you learned about yourself because of being with your partner?

i learned that im allowed to be confident with my body and im beautiful and nothing anybody can say will crush that

i really started to stop wearing makeup to cover my spots because of him

16. What’s a piece of advice that your partner gave you that has resonated with you? 

“please dont ever talk about corpses in public again”

17. Which one of you kills the bugs (or captures the bugs and places them safely outside)?

me

18. Describe the perfect day with your partner. It can be something that’s already happened, or something that you plan to do.

like i mentioned before just driving out to the coast

both of us laughing the whole way there

his smile as he watches the road that reflects in his eyes

watching the sun set when we finally get there and we just leave the car by the road and nobodys on the beach anymore and i run out to the water with him and it was cold as fuck so we just sat in the sand and held each other and looked up at the moon and he was so beautiful like he is everyday

and then we reluctantly got into the car and drove home mostly in silence expect the whispers of i love you 

and we got back home and fell asleep with smiles on our faces it was perfect 

19. Do you prepare meals together? Does one person enjoy cooking more than the other?

i usually cook when we arent just having eggs

avi isnt the best cook >BP

20. What are the best restaurants to go to? Do you see movies at the theater? Do you do things like golf or bowling, just to bond more?

theres a really not too fancy nice one downtown that we like

we watch movies at home and dont do much of that stuff

21. Tell me about a time that you got into an argument over something silly. 

the ghost in the kitchen that insulted his butter spreading skills was being annoying 

22. Tell me about a time that you got into an argument over something serious. How did you compromise? What did you learn?

it was just about family shit it was dumb

we just ended talking

i learned that we both need to talk more and we do now

23. Is there a famous couple, fictional or otherwise, that reminds you (or other people) of you and your partner? 

not really

24. Do you have a shipname?

not that i know of

25. Do you two have a “song”? What is it and how did it become your song?

do we have a song 

26. Has your partner ever inspired something creative like your art, writing, etc?

ive painted him a few times and he helps me with colours and stuff when im stuck

27. Do you have extremely similar personalities and interests? Or extremely opposite? Or is it a balance that just makes sense? How do you try to better understand each other? Do you ever have to experience things you’re not interested in, or vice versa? 

we are pretty similar but other than that its just a good balance

we talk to each other

sometimes i suppose 

28. Has your partner ever changed one of your opinions on morals, politics, society, etc?

i dunno

29. Tell me about a time that you were really proud of them. 

his dance performance in january he worked so hard for that and i brought him roses afterwards and he did so good

30. Does physical affection and/or sexuality have a role in your relationship? Are both of your needs being respected and fulfilled? 

yes we both love physical shit and we make sure that its fulfilled and respected too

31. How often do you talk? On the phone, Skype, in person? Are you two the type that stays up too late because the conversation is too good to end?

we talk and text everyday

32. Talk about your sense of humor, and your partner’s. Do you laugh a lot together? Which one of you is funnier?

we laugh a lot of course

i dont know whos funnier

33. Is there anyone who doesn’t like the idea of your relationship? What’s the reason? How do you and your partner overcome disapproval from others?

not that i can think of

34. Have there been any hardships that have ultimately brought you closer than before?

yeah

there have

35. What’s their contact name in your phone?

my love 💕💕

36. Tell me about what your partner is good at. Are they an artist, are they good at math, do they play a sport, etc?

he is an amazing dancer

37. Get really sappy and gross for a moment. Be so gushy that your friends would groan in mock annoyance if you told them. What’s adorable about your partner? What makes your heart melt? What’s something cute that they did that you’ll always remember no matter what?

david rae strider

he is everything to me

he is my present and my future

he is the rest of my life

falling asleep next to him and waking up next to him is such a privilege and i feel like the luckiest goddamn man in the world to be able to love him

he makes me feel like the happiest man on earth to be able to love him

hes so understanding and patient and he listens to me

his movements are soft and not quick

he comforts me 

he cries and i feel like im bleeding from tha inside out and i want to make sure he never has any reason to sad cry

he cries with a smile and i know that i am so in love with him

he kisses my nose and holds me

he kisses every single one of my spots and tells me im beautiful

he traces my scars on my back my arms my face my legs everywhere and kisses my neck still

he holds my hand in public and does fake proposals for free dessert

he knows all the words to every single grease song and so do i

his voice is so nice to hear and his smile is all ive ever wanted to see

his hair is soft and i like to kiss his stubble cheeks when he doesnt shave for a while

hes cute

hes beautiful

he realizes his mistakes

he bought me roses once and put a note inside that he wanted to have roses like that at our wedding someday

he kisses me without regret

he says that he loves me and i believe him

when he got down on his knees and asked me to marry him with tears in his beautiful eyes and held out a shaky beautiful hand with an earring in it

i knew that i loved this man with my entire being

and i said yes

god i said yes

38. Let’s talk about life goals and hopes. Do you two have a similar idea for the future (regarding careers, getting a home, family, finding meaning)? Do you two make a good team? Can you imagine spending the rest of your life with them?

we are moving into his sisters old place once hes done with school and we are getting married in the summer

we just know we want the rest of our lives to be together

39. Reflecting on all of your experiences, what advice would you give to a young couple? 

talk to each other and dont try and hide important things and your feelings 

dont be stupid but also do stupid things

40. Is your partner on tumblr? Tag them here and write them a small message, it can be anything.

@bromosapiens

ur gross

[vexkader]

Solis, Part 1

Fires burned. Hazy and unfocused, my breath was slow and controlled. Screams heard the distance as mechanical demons fired purple from their rod arms. Burning the flesh from humans and anthros, indiscriminately killing with a seething hatred.

I aimed my rifle to fire as one of monsters, sleek and cool in contrast to the jagged design of my foe. Gripping and pulling the trigger, the recoil jutted into my shoulder. Yelling as I sent them back to Hell. As I fought, I felt a mass upon me. As black and as cold as space itself. It whispered to me with no signs of embracing me.

"Your existence is failure, we are perfection."

My eyes shot open as I drew breath. Groaning as I looked up to the cold silver and white of my ship. The sheets of my bed trying to lull me back to sleep, but I knew I had to wake anyways. Rubbing my eyes with a paw, I sit up on the edge of the bed. Not quite dressed for the days adventure.

Sitting at the edge and pondering random thoughts, I stared down at my paws. Till a voice spoke to me.

"You're awake, I wasnt expecting it honestly after you dozed off for another ten hours." The dry and albeit a bit sarcastic voice rang throughout the ship. Annoying me as I still felt half asleep.

Jumping to my paws, I sluggishly make my way to the shower. Across the tiled floor, yawning and dragging my paws. I made my way to the shower.

"No answer?" He asks, almost seemingly in a mocking tone.

"No." I say back. My accent cutting through the tiredness in my voice.

Turning the dial up on the shower, making sure it was nice and warm. Water sprays from the nozzle, wetting the glass and stone working. Taking off the only clothing I had on, I step into the waters embrace. Letting it run through my fur, relaxing the tense muscles after that dream.

Soaking the thick fur, that of snow leopards. I grabbed some shampoo and began to lather up. Whiteness contrasted my grayish fur, softening it up all the same. Bringing out the cyan colored spots on my forearms, calves, and tail. Rinsing my self off, and draping a towel over my waste.

Stepping up to the mirror, I look myself over. A blueish gray overtone, followed by a grey pattern starting from my chin down. Along with two grey ovals on my cheeks, bringing out my deep cyan eyes.

Grabbing my tooth brush from behind the mirror. I wet it down in the sink, dapping it with minty flavored paste. Going over my feline teeth, and my two odd saber teeth. Not exactly found in snow leopards, but not uncommon to a mix like me. Finishing up and spitting into the sink. I wash down the excess and begin to dry off my fur. Making it poofed up.

Stepping out of the bathroom I was assaulted by my AI's voice again. Showing an irritating concern.

"You can't do that again, your wellbeing dropped well below my comfort."

"I know, shut it! Please!" I beg with him, "I really do not want to discuss this."

"Fine, but I won't ignore it."

Rolling my eyes, I go to get myself dressed. Secretly I knew he was right. I was destroying myself, but I just couldn't.. stop. Taking a glance at the small bottle with little white pills inside. Feeling a deep regret.

Getting myself dressed up for the day, in a tight shirt and shorts. I prepare myself some breakfast as I listened to rain hit the ship. Creating a consistent pattern of drops. The pure sound of rain. Nothing beat it.

After my breakfast of sugary pastries, I clean up and head to the front of the ship. A small blue hologram, spherical in shape, appeared from the console of beaming lights and boards. All of it shining off of a brilliant cherry wood and white finish of my walls.

"BB?" This time I pester the AI. "Head for the Maxwell Mountains, far side preferably."

"Going to investigate those ruins again?"

"Yes, I need to figured out what those dreams are. What those things are."

"Have you tried other ruins in the system? You know theres some on Earth and Mars as well."

I nod, seating myself into a leather chair. Looking over the dashboard. "I do, but this one just." Pausing, thinking of how to describe it. "Theres something about the one here on Venus that has something about it. Need to head deeper into it."

"To Maxwell Montes then."

The ship whirred to life, the engine purring as if it was a newfound kitten. Soon me and BB found ourselves pulling out of Ishtar Port. Soaring high above the streamlined buildings and highways. The tropical sun beating off them, creating reflections in their material.

Zooming past them at great heights, the sky scrapers made way for suburbs, then the suburbs to grasslands. Guarded by a few walls then a dense tropical forest.

Trees and trees and nothing but trees made up the view of the ground. With the looming mountain range fast approaching, its foothills below.

Steadily, the ship slowed down above a clearing in the treeline. Declining down, landing gear exposed as it sunk into the soil. Taking in a deep breath, I exit the chair. Heading off to get ready for some exploration. Paws carrying me through the ship.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" BB asks me. "Those dreams have been wrecking havoc on your sleep."

"I have to know, they dont mean nothing. I only got them when I visited a ruin for the first time years ago."

In a small bit of silence, BB seemed to understand my wonders. That ruin on Io, it would've been my own ruin ironically. But somehow, just somehow I was able to interact with it. Then see a bit of our future, our not so far future. I had to know and to stop it all, cast my own issue aside.

"And Vex?" I stop, turning around to face the blue light. "Yeah?"

"Be careful out there." BB warned me, bringing a small smile to my face as I turned away from his holographic image. Heading down the ship to find my answers.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed the story, and I hope to see you around for the next parts! I've been enjoying writing this so far, and I'd like to hear your thoughts and comments on this. I've worked on my story and lore for a while now, so if you have questions I'm open to answer them!