#they recently started playing hourglass by squeeze which they never did before

[newfeeling77]

they dont play duran duran in my store :( no idea why. too good i guess

[bakudekushimasimp]

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 18+

Picture credit to: @Milmil21229 and @BrttPaige on Twitter

Pairing: KatsukiBakugouxreader

Summary: you and Bakugou are ex’s (yay plot twist) bad break up involving another female. Both your bands show up to a battle of the bands, you both get to watch each other perform. In the end your band wins and his is runner up. both your bands go out to celebrate..

A/N: I actually ended this very abruptly after the smut part, I’m sorry if this isn’t as good as my other ones I just really fantasized over drummer Bakugo. I would definitely say this is Bakugo fluff. He is not even half as rude as usually portrayed. Side note: your band~ misery business;paramore His band~ can you feel my heart; BMTH

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You push threw sweaty bodies making a path for your band to get backstage, and to your dressing room. You elbow and shove people creating a commotion as people start to recognize you and your group. You finally break through the crowd and you wait for your band members to emerge from the pit. Shinsou, Amajiki, and Jirou all stumble forward. Amajiki rams into you and you somewhat catch him before you both land in a pile on the ground. He looks down apologizing but you stand straight brushing off your skirt and fixing your thigh high boots. “You’re fine, I’m fine. We’re good then.” You show him a gentle smile before your resting bitch face is plastered back on. You look around at the different bands making their way to their rooms, and grabbing various things getting set up for their performance. You find the closest person with ‘Stagehand’ printed on their shirt. You sauntered over to him his arms crossed right below the words he’s directing people in different directions. You walk up and glance at his name tag ‘Tokoyami’. “Hey Tokyo, can you point us in the direction of The Shadows dressing room.” He looks at you seemingly annoyed at his nickname you gave him as he looks at your group before pointing you in the right direction. Your band makes it to the door of your dressing room, but right before you get the chance to enter you see a bright flash of red in the style of spikes. You only know one single person to have that hairstyle meaning there was someone you’ve been avoiding not to far behind him. Shinso seems to notice and he looks at you, “just ignore it, we came here to perform and win.” He puts his hand on the small of your back and you turn into the room.

Bakugou is following behind Kirishima as the are a few feet away from their dressing room. Multiple people had stopped them on their way recognizing the attractive band members, trying to get pictures and congratulating them on their recent release. Kirishima pushes the door open and they all start to flood in. Denki quickly grabs Bakugou pulling him back and pointing a couple doors down. “That’s Jirou isn’t it! From the Shadows?” Bakugou’s hands spark knowing that could only mean one thing. His ex was here to perform. He shoved denki’s hand off his arm and stomped into the dressing room. “What’s your problem?” Denki looks confused. “Shut up, Pikachu!” Bakugou screams at him. The door closing behind him.

You and your band are ready to perform, and your up next. You’re waiting off stage watching the band come to a close, the crowd erupting into cheers. Jirou slings an arm around you grinning. “You ready?” You turn to her, “More than ever.” Shinsou smirks knowing now that you knew he was here you were going to give it your all even more so than before. Especially with your song choice. You were going to perform your cover of ‘Misery Business’ by paramore. Which always killed the crowds. You abruptly turn around to face him and catch his smirk. You look into his deep purple eyes, “how do I look?” Amajiki answers before he can in a quiet whisper, “amazing..” You look to him and hug him noticing how nervous he is, “Thank you Jiki, let’s kill this.” You squeeze his shoulders and turn around. The band that was once on stage is now gone and the stagehands quickly adjust everything for your band to perform. You fix your skirt that is just long enough to cover your round ass, and your crop top that has several tears on the shoulders. Your curls are sticking to your forehead already from the heat. You swing your hair over your shoulder so it falls down your back. You shift side to side in your thigh high boots loving the way they made your legs look and how they hugged your thighs. You took a deep breath as you hear your introduction and the lights dim. You look up through your lashes with a grin on your face, and start to walk out onto stage with your band mates. You listen to the crowd chant your band name, and occasionally you hear different fans shouting out for their favorite band member. You all take your places on the stage that now had fog spreading over it swallowing your feet, and only dim purple lights shining enough to give the illusion of you and your band only being shadows. You hear Shinso start to tap his drumsticks and that’s when the performance begins.

Bakugou’s band made its way to the side of the stage as they were told to get ready, they were on next. As he got nearer he could hear the current band playing. All his band mates slowed their steps until they finally came to the clearing. The crowd was going insane, the pit was a blur of movement. There was bands on both sides of the stage watching as the band onstage performed. His band mates slowly looked to Bakugou as they realized the person in the middle of the stage singing standing between a guy and girl strumming their lives out onto their guitars. Bakugou’s face turned red as he knew that voice anywhere, the lyrics shaking his whole body.

“She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock! It's a matter of time before we all run out, when I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth! I waited eight long months, she finally set him free, I told him I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me. Two weeks and we had caught on fire, she’s got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile!”

Kirishima put his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, “it’s just a song bro-“

“She looks.. so good.” Bakugou was entranced by the emotion you put into the song and how happy you looked to be performing. He couldn’t believe it was your band getting this big of a reaction out of the crowd and the other bands. The heat in his face quickly rushed to his lower body as you started to walk away from your other band mates and he got an actual look at you. Your skirt was just the kind that use to drive him so crazy he would have to take you wherever he could back when you were together. His muscles tensed as you walked back to your drummer, looking at him and running your hand down his chest as he hit played. As you ran your hand down seductively and slowly you sang out your part, “but god does it feel sooo goood!” Bakugou’s hands sparked and he took a step forward just for Kirishima to grab him by his bicep. With his fist clenched he stepped back into his place, he knew why you chose this song. He knew who you sang about when you screamed the lyrics, “once a whore, you’re nothing more-“ into the microphone. It was his fault. He should’ve never messed around with the groupie he did. Back when he first started performing shows with his band. Dismissing you not believing your potential to be a lead in a band yourself. And here he was eating his words. Your song came to a close, and all he could do was decide to show you just the way you showed him, through his performance.

“We’re changing the song.” He growled out.

“Wait- what.” Denki and Sero said together.

“Bro are your sure that’s a good idea we’ve been rehearsing for weeks over this song.” Kirishima spoke out. “Shut up shitty hair I know what I’m doing, we’re doing the cover!” Bakugou snapped. Kirishima looked at the other boys and shrugged, “Okay bro- if you’re ready to perform it.”

You stood in the middle of the stage your curls sticking all over your face. You beamed in the lights shining on you and your bandmates. The crowd drank every bit of your performance in, they couldn’t get enough. The screams drowned out everything, making your ears ring. You all took a bow and walked off the other side of the stage. Other bands clapped you on the back and beamed at you explaining how amazing your performance was and they’ve never seen the crowd so alive. Some back stage helpers handed your group towels and water bottles, which you all gladly accepted. You showered your bandmates in compliments making sure they knew how well they did. You were so wrapped up in everything going on you completely missed the next band being introduced. Jirou and Amajiki went to stand off stage to watch the rest of the performances. Shinsou moved over to you and placed his hand on the small of your back where it comfortably rest. He eyed you, “how do you always still look so amazing after a performance like that,” You stomach tied in a knot and you smiled down at your boots. Shinsou had been there for you since your rough break up a couple months ago, he was there when you first started your band up. He happily offered to be your drummer, after he fell in love with your voice. You felt as if someone was staring at you so you stepped away looking around to see the culprit. Your eyes never met with anyone else’s everyone seemed occupied with their own things. You took another drink of your water bottle and wiped your face and neck. “Let’s go watch the last few performances, see if they’re really any competition.” You dragged him off to the side stage meeting Jirou and Amajiki. Jirou held her hand out stopping you from moving all the way to the front of the crowd of bands. You stopped in your tracks looking confused at Jirou then peering over to see who exactly was performing. That’s when red vermillion eyes met yours.

Bakugou’s anger was soaring through the roof as he watch Shinsou place his hand right above your perfectly round ass, at the small of your back as he whispered in your ear. He almost snapped his drumsticks in two as he watch the interaction, with only himself to blame. He kicked himself again, as he watch you take his hand pulling your new drummer to watch HIM play. His friends started preparing for their performance, getting their instruments tuned and ready. Until you finally looked up and met his eyes. His face still holding a scowl as he watched your close actions with your drummer boy. Kirishima stepped up beside him and softly spoke to him, “it’s time to start bro..”

Bakugou tore his eyes away from yours after sending a threatening glare to the lavender hair man hovering behind you who only smirked in response. His hands tightened around his drumsticks as he walked back to his set and got ready. His knee was already bouncing in irritation. He was ready to play all his anger and mixed emotions into this song, even if that meant leaving a pile of wreck in replace of this drum set. The song started and it was time to show you exactly how he felt, and to show pretty boy who was the real drummer.

You stood frozen in place as you realized the eyes you felt staring at you watching your every movement belonged to no other than your ex-boyfriends. You watched as he ripped his eyes from yours and stomped to his place. Once the stage came alive you couldn’t help but only watch him. You felt weak, giving him all your attention like this. You should have walked away and not even stayed for his performance, but you were intrigued just by the song choice. Anyone who was here at the battle of the bands would recognize this song. Kirishima had started the song, instantly grabbing the attention of the crowd. But that’s when the next verse came and your attention was snatched from you.

“Can you help the hopeless?

Well, I'm begging on my knees

Can you save my bastard soul?

Will you wait for me?

I'm sorry, brothers, so sorry, lover

Forgive me, father, I love you, mother.”

Your gut wrenched at the thought of him pouring his emotions into the lyrics of this song. Showing you just how he felt. Here he was usually boarding up his heart and hiding his true feelings, but now he was on stage in front of hundreds of people pouring out everything into one song. You were mesmerized by the way he so effortlessly played the drums. The crowd loved the drop dead boy band group, they looked just as alive as when your band performed. You looked to your bandmates as Jirou had her eyes set on one of Bakugou’s band mates, known as Denki. They were basically eye fucking across the stage his whole body shifted in her direction. Amajiki was hidden between other bands but still looked interested, you remember him saying he enjoyed this song before. Shinsou who was now besides you instead of behind you looked at you, as you looked at him. He mouthed, “are you okay?” You nodded your head. The other bands buzzed and vibed enjoying the performance just as much as the audience. The song was coming to an end and your eyes couldn’t help but fall back onto the drummer who you used to call your own. Tears threatened to prick your eyes as he closed the song,

“I'm scared to get close, and I hate being alone, I long for that feeling to not feel at all

The higher I get, the lower I'll sink

I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim!

Can you feel my heart?

Can you hear the silence?

Can you see the dark?

Can you fix the broken?

Can you feel, can you feel my heart!”

The song ended and your heart was aching, you had so many different emotions running through you your mind was spinning. The crowd cheered screaming their band name. You were still looking at Bakugou who’s head was hung and eyes still closed. You wanted to go to him but everything inside you was fighting it. He finally looked up. He stood walking around the drum set emotionless. He tucked his drumstick into his pocket and the band threw their fists up. They all then dispersed off the stage. You felt suffocated and turned and walked away from the side of the stage your group following behind.

The battle continued to go on as you stayed cooped up in your dressing room. It was pretty much silence as no one knew what to say after the performance. You had teased Jirou for a little but everything went back to quiet. You all just sat on your phones scrolling through trying to distract yourselves until the end of the battles. A notification pops up at the top of your screen, you pull it down to see it was on Shinsou texting you. You peek over your phone to meet his purple ones. You smile and sigh setting your phone down. Just as your about to say something there’s a knock on the door. Jirou jumps up to crack it open until she swings it open. “Tokyo!” You say. He grunts, “they’re about to announce the winner.” You chuckle and look at your friends and gesture towards the door indicating you should go. You all stand up and walk to the stage where all the bands stand. You take your place among a few other groups on one side. You catch yourself innocently looking for the blonde hair sticking in different directions until you feel an arm sling over your shoulder. You look over to see your band members anxious yet excited to hear the winner.

“The winner of tonight’s battle of the bands is..” everyone on stage holds their breath, it’s the quietest it’s been the whole night. You could even hear a pen drop.

“ THE SHADOWS” the crowd erupts into a crazy frenzy and Jirou jumps up and down her ear jacks going everywhere. Amajiki looks shocked beyond relief as Jirou shakes him back and forth. Shinso squeezes your shoulders, “we should probably step forward.”

You’re in a daze as your all walk to the front of the stage. “Runner up, they almost knocked them right out of the first place spot..”

“Explosive Riots!!” The crowd goes even crazier jumping and screaming the boys names. Everything starts ringing in your ears as you look over and watch the band make their way to the front. Kirishima walks ahead of the others as Bakugou is right behind him stalking up towards the announcer. He’s glaring in your direction but his face softens and he just looks at his feet. The announcer hands the trophy to you and you gingerly take it but then remember the nights you stayed awake, the hard work you put in, the tears the pain and you grab that award and you lift it into the air stepping forward more proud of yourself than anyone. The bring the check out and hand it to your bandmates. They then bring the last award out and hand it to the other band. “Congratulations to both bands!” You step forward to shake hands with Kirishima as they’re about to take a picture but Shinso steps in front of you first placing his hand right into the same place he always rest it. Bakugou notices immediately and yanks kirishima back grabbing Shinsou’s hand roughly then letting a small explosive go off into his hand. Shinsou only grins and steps back. Everyone starts to disperse off stage and out of the building. There’s a couple more photos taken and you and your band make your way backstage. Your standing talking to some other bands as everyone is leaving as it’s already late at night. You suggest going out to celebrate your win with your band when you see people being dispersed in a bee line headed straight for your band. You look over to see a seething Bakugou headed straight at you. Or you thought he was coming for you until his hands are balled up in Shinsou’s shirt. Kirishima and the rest of his band coming quickly behind him. Just as Bakugou goes to shoot a blast off in Shinsou’s face, Kirishima grabs his arm once again pulling him back making him drop Shinsou. Both bands facing each other you step in front of Shinsou.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” You shout.

Kirishima gingerly chuckles and steps in front of Bakugou shoving him back.

“We were just on our way over here to invite you to come celebrate our wins together. There’s a club down the road, we occasionally hit after shows.” He rubs his hand behind his neck. You’re looking between his band and your band, Jirou and Denki making small talk she’s twisting her ear jacks around one finger. Amajiki and Sero are discussing their cords. It’s just you four facing each other. You cross your arms and stand back a little closer to Shinso. “So what do you say?” Kirishima pushes the question further. Shinsou flashes a toothy grin and throws and arm around your shoulders, “we’d love to join you.. if you can keep your Pomeranian on a leash.” Bakugou fights to get around Kirishima, “oi, move it shitty hair!” You sigh rolling your eyes walking past all the boys making sure to sway your hips and barely brush against Bakugou as you pass by him. “If we’re going let’s go, before I change my mind.” Bakugou’s full attention has shifted to you as he watches you in your short skirt walking away. He’s like a Lion watching his prey as he walks after you before Kirishima then grabs him by the collar of his shirt holding him back. He watches as Shinso passes by smirking and shrugging. Jogging to catch up to you, the rest of the bands following after.

Bakugou follows behind the two groups down the road, walking beside Kirishima. He kicks rocks as he walks groan and grumbling as he goes. Kirishima laughs and nudges him, “you know you can’t exactly be mad when you’re the one who got yourself in this mess.”

“Shut. Up. Shitty hair.” He grumbles. He’s angry because he knows it’s his fault, he’s very aware and has been every cold lonely night since you left his sorry ass. All he wanted was to make things right with you. He missed you in his bed, at his performances, standing in his kitchen with just his shirt to cover that delicious figure of yours. He missed your crazy sex sessions. He missed everything about you. He couldn’t help himself but be upset when he saw Shinsou do those things, it’s like he knew it got under his skin. He looked up the sidewalk to see you both walking beside each other, Shinsou had just said something to make you laugh, and add that to the many things he missed. Your laugh. Echoing through his ears. He slouched his shoulders. “Man, cheer up you can always tell her how you feel. Without the song. Tell her tonight or just simply congratulate her. Shit, she did damn good tonight.” Kirishima boasted. “Tch- I already know this.”

You walk up to the club doors going inside and making your way to the bar. The two bands find a booth area to share and sit down. Some order drinks from the waitress walking around, but you chose to order straight from the bar. Shinso had sat down with the others. You took a breath an image of Bakugou performing earlier crossing your mind. It made your cheeks warm remember the unknown emotion spilling out of him. That warmth spread straight to your core remember his face and the sweat. His muscle contracting as he drummed his heart out. His tattoos danced on his skin. You licked your lips and ordered your drink. As soon as you got it gulping it down. If you were going to face your ex tonight you’d definitely need a couple drinks first. You get a refill and head back to the booth area everyone is chilling at. Jirou is already deep in conversation with Denki whispering in her ear and her giggling. Amajiki continued to converse with Sero as Kirishima chimes in every now and then. Then there was Bakugou sitting with his arms crossed on his chest legs planted apart you followed his state to Shinsou who sat with his arms behind his head, relaxed back. If looks could kill. The waitress comes up with a round of shots and you quickly take that moment to break the tension. “Shots everybody!” You clear your throat and everyone starts grabbing one. You take two in your hand, handing one to Shinso who happily takes it. Then you turn to Bakugou and lean down letting your crop top pool away from your body revealing your black lace bra to him as you hand the shot out to him. His eyes quick Avery to your breast that are practically spilling out of your bra and you smirk, “eyes up here Katsuki.” He looks up to you and takes the shot. “Cheers for tonight’s performances and winning the battles!” You shout already feeling good from your two drinks. The bands shout cheers and tilt their drinks back.

Bakugou watches you over his shot as you down your shot. Everyone goes back to socializing but in a brighter mood. Soon they start to disperse and make their way to other areas of the club. Shinsou stands up and whispers something into your ear and a blush creeps across your face. Bakugou watches intently as he walks away and leaves just you two. You look down at him and he picks up another shot tilting it to you. You sit across from him and grab another picking it up and tossing it back. You’re now feeling tipsy. And you cross your legs giving him a clear view of the barely there lace between your cushiony thighs. He was in the middle of taking his shot when he slightly chokes then roughly swallows the rest of the liquor. “There’s something I need to say-“ Bakugou clears his throat. Your eyes haven’t left him as you raise and eyebrow. You get up and walk over to him sitting next to him. “Speak then.” You whisper into his ear as he clutches his knee with his hand shivers run through his body. He takes another shot and he word vomits.

“I know I hurt you, and I know there’s nothing I can do to change that. But I wanted to let you know I see you. I see how much better you’re doing without me. How much your striving. You killed shit tonight. I was so impressed, I knew you could sing but you surprised me when you owned the stage like that. I should’ve never doubted you. I should’ve never let those groupies get in between us and ruin the amazing thing we had. None of them could compare to you. You’re literally everything anyone could want and more. I guess that’s why I’m so jealous of Shinsou, being close to you. Being in the spot I used to be in. The way he touches you and makes you laugh. That should be me, I miss you. I miss everything about you, your entire presence. I-“ You slip your hand on his thigh. His cock twitches in his pants and he looks up to you. You’re already looking at him, you lick your lips and smile. His eyes follow your tongue as it drags across your lips. You tilt your head. “Katsuki, Shinsou isn’t your replacement. But he was there for me. When you did what you did. And he helped me learn that I can forgive you. But I needed to stop thinking about you and think about me. And now I’ve become stronger, and more confident and resilient. I’m me. I’m not the same person I was when I was with you. But.. I’m willing to work on things if you are. But you actually have to try. That doesn’t mean things will go back to the way they were but it’s a start.” He just looks into your eyes for a while not believing you are actually willing to start things anew with him. He pushes one of your stray hairs behind your ear and you lean into his touch. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, how much you’ve missed his intimate touch. Bakugo takes the opportunity to lean forward and capture your lips in his. You pull back and open your eyes. He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth, “should I not have done that?” Heat is pooling in your core right now, you chuckle. “You’re still a cocky son of a bitch.”

You wrap your hands in his blonde tresses pulling him into a heated kisses moaning into his mouth. He shoves his tongue into your mouth his stud hitting your teeth then exploring your mouth. Your hand moves up his thigh and rubs his hard on. He groans into the kiss and pulls away leaning his head on your neck. “Want to get out of here?” He leans back and looks at you. I’ll probably regret this in the morning you think to yourself but the alcohol in your mind shoves the answer out of your mouth, “yes.” He links his fingers between yours as he basically drags you out of the club. He calls a cab over and you both slide into the back seat. You both steal kisses here and there until you get to a familiar apartment building. He pays the taxi and you both get out dashing to the door. You stumble through already locked back into a passionate kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him deeper in and he kicks his door shut, locking as it closes. He breaks the kiss and you look around. He’s definitely switched it up since you left but not even in a bad way. It looked a lot nicer, you took a deep breath in taking in his sent as it surrounded you completely. Bakugou already had his shoes kicked off and his shirt ripped up off his shoulders. You went to take the skirt off but he growled, “leave it on.” You smiled knowing what these skirts did to you. He pulled you back into him crashing your lips together then trailing down to your neck. He nipped and sucked at your skin leaving love bites everywhere. He knew all the places to make your pussy so wet your underwear were soaked. He lifted you up and set you on the counter pulling your shirt up and over your head. You trailed your hands up his tattoo arms then down his chest to his abs. You kisses his collarbone and rubbed him through his pants. “Mmm” He tilted his head back. You unbuttoned his pants as he I clipped your bra. You let the bra slide down your arms as you flung it somewhere into the room next to where you sat on the counter. He shuffled out of his pants putting the pitched tent in his pants on full display. He wedged himself between your thighs gently laying you back, he pulled your panties off from underneath your skirt. “Damn princess, are you that wet already? You haven’t been taking care of yourself have you..” he ran his hands down your body grabbing your below the knee and spreading you open so he could see just how wet you were for him. “The toys just don’t do it for me-“ you breath out shakily as the cool are hits you. Bakugo runs his hard length along your slick, only to pull away. “Do not tease me Katsuki.” He tightens his grip on your legs. He loved when you addressed him by his first name. He planted kisses along your thighs until he reached your core. He blew cold air onto your wetness. You clenched around nothing and arched your back. He looked up at you from between your thighs, you squirming already. He let your legs rest on his shoulders as his hands reached for your hardened peaks. Twisting and pulling your nipples as he licked up your slit. You gasped taking in the sheer pleasure feeling as if you’d reach your climax right then. He took your clit into his mouth and hollowed out his cheeks sucking on it before flicking his tongue over it. “Katsuki,” you moaned out for him ready to fall apart. He let go of your right bud to bring his hand down to where he was feasting on you. He slowly rubbed circles around your entrance with his middle finger as he licked viciously at your clit, his tongue piercing rolling against your swollen bud of nerves. “You like that teddy bear?” You reeled in the bliss of him using your pet name from when you were together. It made you even wetter. He caught on right away as you pushed your wetness onto his finger, he took his ring finger and collected your slick with his fingers before slipping them gently into you. He pinched your nipple as he start to thrust his fingers in and out of your core, letting the lewd sounds fill his apartment once again. How he missed the sounds of your moans ringing through his empty apartment.

His cock throbbed, pre cum dripping from the tip. He hooked his fingers inside of you feeling you clenching around his fingers, your release approaching quickly. He released your clit and stood connecting his lips to yours. You moaned into his mouth as he muted you with his tongue. You tasted yourself on him, he pulled away from you a long string of saliva still connecting your mouths as you let your tongue hang out of your mouth with your eyes glazed over with lust. Bakugou loved seeing you melt under his touch, being so open and vulnerable to him. He plunged his fingers in and out of you at a quicker speed pressing against your g-spot everytime. He looked into your eyes as your mouth still open for him with drool running down your chin and the corners of your mouth. He collected the saliva and juices in his mouth and grabbed your throat with his hand he had occupied with your nipple. He didn’t want to spat into your mouth but let the string of spit drip down into your mouth as you happily let it intrude your mouth dripping onto your tongue and you swallowing. He then took your nipple into his mouth shoving his fingers into your mouth to replace his tongue. You sucked on his fingers as you went over the edge squirting on his hand. He let go of your nipple with a pop and watched as you squirted up his forearm. “That’s right teddy bear, cum for me” Your back arched off the counter as you finished your legs quaking. He eased you out of your orgasm. He scooped you up your skirt wet sticking to your ass as he walked into his living room and dropped onto the couch you straddling his hips. He kissed your jaw and your neck as you caught your breath. You grabbed both sides of his face kissing him, then trailed your kisses down his neck biting his collar bone and moving down his chest. You licked one of his buds pulling it into his mouth as he moaned and moved to his other repeating the action you then, licked his abs leaving a trail of marks down then until you reached his massive cock. You grabbed it wrapping both your hands around it and started stroking it. His hands gripped the couch cushions, he leaned his head back eyes closed in ecstasy. You took his engorged head into your mouth swirling your tongue around the tip. He wrapped one hand into your hair as you slowly bobbed your head making your way down his entire length. It had been a while since you’ve performed on him so you couldn’t go all the way before he hit the back of your throat triggering your gag reflex. He slightly chuckled moving your curls away from your face wrapping them in his big hand, “take your time teddy bear” you look at him through your lashes with your big doe eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you tried to force more of him down your throat. His hips bucked into you causing him to shove more down your throat. You swallowed and it aloud you to take more of him. You cupped his balls massaging them and he couldn’t help himself to continue to fuck your pretty face. “Mmm, just like that teddy bear. You’re doing so good for me.” He shoved his cock into your mouth repeatedly until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He pulled you up to him by your hair and flipped you over so your knees were on the cushions and your arms were resting on the back of the couch. He rubbed his head at your entrance, “are you ready teddy bear” you nodded quickly confirming this is what you wanted. He ran one of his hands down your back to the small of it right about your skirt. He unzipped it and let it fall onto the couch. He slapped your ass and slowly eased his head into your entrance. You whimpered as he stretched you. He grabbed your shoulder while the other hand rest on your hip and slowly eased himself in. He bottomed out letting you adjust to him. You slowly shifted yourself and starting to move front and backwards rocking yourself on your knees fucking yourself on his cock. “Fuck- baby.. your so tight.” He started thrusting into you and you hesitantly looked back over your shoulder. Bakugo was staring at where you both met, as he was entering you enjoying the view of his cock splitting you apart. You’re cheeks reddened as he looked up and caught you watching him. He smirked at you and slapped your ass leaving a pink handprint. He pulled you back onto his cock picking up his pace fucking you hard showing you just how much he missed you wrapped around him. You faced forward now moaning crazy almost positive any of his neighbors could hear you. He grabbed your hair and rutted into you slamming himself into you hitting your soft spot as your gummy walls sucked him in. He felts himself coming closer to his finish. You started to throw it back at the same time he was thrusting in and he groaned loudly, “fuck teddy bear you like throwing that ass back on this fat fucking cock don’t you” another rough smack landed against your opposite cheek, your ass now a pink on both sides. You both moved in sync and he grabbed both your hips. “I’m about to cu-“ he slammed into you hitting your cervix as you screamed out, “Katsuki.” He grinded against you riding his finish out. He then pulled out watching as his seed dripped out of you onto your skirt. “So sexy” he rubbed circles on your ass. You lay slumped over the side of the couch. He grabs a throw blanket from one of the chairs sitting off to the side and wraps it around you picking you up bridal style. You lay your head against his shoulder. “You can rest, I’ll clean you up teddy bear. Don’t worry.” You relaxed into him and let your eyes close, not sure if you’d regret it anymore in the morning.

[mustangshelby04]

Boston Boy - Marriage Advice

This is just me being a little catty towards a certain ex while giving you guys more looks at our favorite couple’s married life.

Kate played another round of peek-a-boo with her and Chris’ nine-month-old daughter.  They were in LA for the premiere of Gifted, Chris’ movie that he had been filming when he and Kate met.  He had been super nostalgic over this press tour.  When he had filmed Ellen the day before, he had actually opened up to her about what it was like being a newlywed and new father to their daughter.  It had made Kate tear up.

Her excitement was through the roof for today, though.  After the premiere, she and Chris were taking Madison over to Twitch and Allison’s house for dinner.  Twitch had remembered their talk from the year before and had invited them as soon as they had walked into the studio.

“Kate, we need to get you dressed and finished, babe.” Jenn said, walking over to Kate and making faces at Madison.

“Ok.” Her hair was up in rollers, but her makeup had been done already. “Mom!”

“On it!” Helena came in and took Kate’s seat while her daughter kissed Madison’s cheek and went back to the master bedroom.

Chris was working on tying his tie and Kate nodded appreciatively. “That suit is going to look so good on you, baby.” She said.

“Not half as good as you will in that dress.” He winked and she grinned.  Jenn made a gagging sound as she grinned at the couple and got to work on Kate’s hair. “Seriously, Jenn, this dress is gorgeous.” Chris ran a hand over the forest green fabric of the A-line, deep V-neck dress with a beautiful train and a high slit.

“I thought it would accentuate her hourglass figure and show off her amazing shoulders and legs.” Jenn said. “Seriously, Kate, you have amazing shoulders and legs.”

“Thank you.” Kate said, blushing. “What shoes did you choose?”

“The nude Filamenta strappy Louboutin sandals.” 

“I love you.”

“You get to keep them.”

“Oh my god, marry me?”

Jenn laughed as Chris whipped around. “Um….” He held his hands out in a clear what-the-fuck motion.

“Look, it doesn’t have to be a legal marriage, but Jenn and I are going to have the ceremony.  I need to lock her down for life.”

“I’d be honored, babe.” Jenn said.

“Six months in and she’s already moving on to a second marriage.” Chris muttered playfully.

“Ok, go finish getting dressed out there so I can finish getting your wife ready.”

Thirty minutes later, Kate walked out looking like an old Hollywood goddess.  She had added some baby-lights to her hair recently to make it a tad bit blonder at Jenn’s insistence.  She had been right, of course.  The baby-lights looked really good with her porcelain skin and it really popped with the long beach waves that Jenn had done with her hair tonight.  

Chris let out a long, low whistle when he saw her.  He was holding Madison and looked at the baby with a grin. “Your mom looks gorgeous, huh?”

“I can agree with that assessment.” Helena said, situating her daughter’s train. “But I’ve always thought that.”

Megan walked into the room from Chris’ office. “Good.  We need to get moving.  We’re going to be running late if we don’t leave now.”

“That was my fault.” Kate said. “I wanted to feed Maddie before we left.”

“It’s ok.” Megan made a beeline for the door.

“Mom….”

“We’ll be fine here.” Helena said, taking Madison from Chris. “I’ll see you later.  Have fun.”

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The premiere for Gifted wasn’t nearly as large as the Civil War premiere.  It was much more chill in comparison.  Kate felt a lot more at ease and she and Chris posed happily together.  The press asked Chris questions about his marriage and baby, even directing questions at Kate herself.  Megan was great at helping Kate navigate the press.  They stood together while Chris took pictures with the cast and director.

“Is that Jenny Slate?” Kate asked Megan.

“In the floral dress, yeah.” Megan confirmed.

“Hmm….”

“What?”

“I’m not a jealous person by nature, but I don’t like how she’s pawing or looking at my husband.” Megan looked a little nervous. “Meg?”

“Before Chris met you, he and Jenny were very flirtatious.”

“Huh.”

“What ‘huh’?”

“Just…. Huh.” Kate never let her smile waver.  She knew the cameras were always watching.

“She’s married.”

“So is he, but that’s not stopping her from trying to flirt with him.”

“She’s not doing anymore press for the movie with him after this.  He’s strictly with McKenna and Octavia.”

“Good.”

Megan grinned at Kate and Kate laughed slightly.  Chris came over and took Kate’s hand.  They finished walking the press line and headed into the theatre. “What were you and Megan talking about?”

“You and Jenny Slate.”

“Really?”

“She said you two were really flirty before we met.”

“Oh.  I mean, I guess, but she’s married.  I wouldn’t ever….”

“I know you wouldn’t.”

“What does that mean?”

“Come on, Chris.  Are you completely blind?  That woman was all over you.”

“For pictures.” Kate rolled her eyes at her husband. “Kat, seriously…. She’s a nice person.”

“I love you, but you are such a dude!”

“What?”

“Chris!” McKenna Grace came bouncing up and tugged on Chris’ arm. “Is this her?” The little girl’s eyes looked up at Kate excitedly.

“Yeah, McKenna, this is Kate.” Chris said with a big smile. “Kate, this is McKenna.”

“I’m so excited to finally meet you!” McKenna wrapped her arms around Kate’s waist. “Chris came back to set and he just couldn’t stop talking about you.  You really are the prettiest!”

Kate laughed. “Thank you!  He told me a lot about you, too.  I’m really excited to see you in the movie.”

“You are?!”

“I am!  Chris couldn’t say enough good things about you.”

“Chris!” McKenna giggled shyly which made Chris laugh. “Kate, you look really pretty.  I love your dress.”

“Thank you so much.  I love your dress, too.  The sparkles are really cool.”

“Thank you!” McKenna’s mother called her over. “I have to go to my mom.  I hope you like the movie.”

“I’m sure I will.  It was lovely to meet you.” McKenna hugged Kate again before running off. “She is just the sweetest thing.”

“So, I’m such a dude?” Chris asked, steering the conversation back to before McKenna came over.

“Yes.  Right now, it means that you’re completely oblivious to the fact that someone is hitting on you.”

“I swear she’s not….”

“She totally was.” Megan said, coming over.

“You’re ganging up on me?”

“Of course we are.  Seriously, Chris, watch out for Jenny.  She’ll get you in trouble.” Chris threw his arms up in defeat. “Ok, let’s head into the theatre.  They’re going to do introductions after the movie.”

As they headed for their assigned seats, Chris looked down at Kate. “I wouldn’t ever pursue her.”

“I know.” Kate said, squeezing his hand. “It’s not you I’m worried about.”

“Do you want me to say something to her?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Chris helped Kate situate her dress as she sat down before he sat beside her. “Are you planning something?”

“Nope.”

“Kat….”

Kate chuckled and leaned over to kiss her husband, running her fingers along his neck in the way she knew he liked.  He shuddered in pleasure and she grinned against his lips.  When they broke apart, Kate directed her gaze right at Jenny as she made her way to the seats behind Chris and Kate.  She gave Kate a tight grin before sitting down.

“That suit really does look amazing on you.” Kate said, adjusting Chris’ tie as she crossed her legs, using the slit to expose one of them from mid-thigh down.

Chris didn’t miss the bare leg.  He reached out and ran his hand along her knee and thigh. “I really love this dress.”

“Me too, but it’s a rental.”

“Can I buy it for you so you can just wear it around the house?”

Kate laughed. “I love you, you big dork.”

“I love you, too.” He leaned over and kissed her again.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Kate stood with Chris at the afterparty.  McKenna wasn’t there, but the rest of the cast and crew were.  Chris had proudly introduced her to everyone.  Octavia had given Kate the warmest hug and then Kate had promptly expressed her admiration for the actress.  The two women had talked about growing up in the South and even picked on Chris for being a ‘damn Yankee.  He jokingly took offense to that and corrected them by saying he’s a “diehard Red-Sox fan and don’t forget it.”

Chris looked down at his watch. “We need to leave soon if we’re going to make it home to pick up Maddie and head over to Twitch and Allison’s house.”

“Ok.” Kate took a sip of her champagne and set it down on a nearby table. “I need to pee.”

He chuckled. “I’ll be waiting right here.”

When Kate walked out of the bathroom, she rolled her eyes.  Jenny hadn’t come near her or Chris since the movie had ended.  She’d had to watch the couple make doe eyes at each other throughout the film.  Chris had kissed Kate’s hand or temple constantly and wrapped her in his arms when she had cried.  Now Jenny had slunk over when Kate hadn’t been near Chris.

Poor Chris looked super uncomfortable and his eyes brightened when he spotted his wife walking up behind Jenny.  Kate purposely slid between Jenny and her husband, kissing Chris for good measure, and then smiling brightly when he wrapped his arm tightly around her.  She finally turned and acknowledged Jenny.

“Hi, we haven’t met.  I’m Kate Evans, Chris’ wife and the mother of his daughter.” Kate said, not offering her hand.

“I heard you got married, Chris.” Jenny squawked. 

“I did.  We got married in October.”

“I bet you looked so handsome.”

“He did.” Kate snapped.

“My wife looked so much better than I ever could.” Chris said.

“Our daughter kind of stole the show, though.” 

“She did!  That little dress you chose was too cute on her.”

“Thank you, baby.” Kate kissed him quickly. “We need to get going.”

He looked at his watch.“Oh shit!  We do.  I’ll grab Megan and let her know we need the car pulled around.”

“Ok.” Kate watched Chris rush off and she looked at Jenny. “Look, if you’re not happy in your marriage, leave it.  But stay away from my husband.  He’s quite happy in his marriage.”

“I….” Jenny started.

“Save it.  I know about the flirtatious banter before Chris and I met.  I don’t care about that.  I care about you flirting with him now.  I care about you putting your hands on my husband where they don’t belong.”

“Babe!” Chris called, waving her over.

“If you’re not happy, find a way to get happy.  Talk to your husband and stay away from mine.  Have a nice life.” Kate gave Jenny a sarcastic smile as she walked to catch up with Chris.

“What did you say?” Chris asked, wrapping his arm around her waist and glancing at Jenny’s stunned face.

“Oh, I was just giving her some marriage advice.” Kate smiled up at Chris. “I think we’re doing well enough that I can dole some out.” 

He eyed her for a moment, but relented when she kept her smile at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby.  Now let’s go get our baby and hang out with some new friends!” Kate kissed him as they walked through the exit doors together.

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[imagine-loki]

seiðmaðr

TITLE: seiðmaðr

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 5/? AUTHOR: goldtrimmedspectacle ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki is attacked and forgets his past. Now riddled with amnesia, Loki must decide whether to follow his mind and return his memories, or to follow his heart and find true happiness. RATING: PG13. Will go up in later chapters. NOTES/WARNINGS: Blood. Can be found on AO3.

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It took forever and a day for the canyon’s and coasts to erode away By the weight of the ocean’s cyclical motion they swayed And though the eons may pass as slow as the sands of an hourglass Every grain that we’ve counted claims that even the mountains can change - New River, The Oh Hellos

CHAPTER FIVE

It was early morning when your small party left the campsite and started back on their journey.

  Bjarke was well-awake by the time all materials had been packed and both horses saddled up. Very little could be said for yourself and Ormr in similar regard.

  It was amusing to see the contrast between the burly man and the slight form of Ormr, whose eyes were droopy from lack of sleep and his lips curled into a scowl. You were in a slightly better state, having grown used to the early rising time from such an extensive past of travelling, but you were still yawning by the time Ormr and yourself had climbed upon Raoul’s back.

  The road into town was long but easy when compared to the rocky trails you had travelled previously.

  Ormr was chewing on another piece of bark as the trail converged onto the main road, his stomach still relatively sensitive from yesterday, and you helped yourself to a slice of meat that was packed in a bag on Raoul’s side. Bjarke seemed to have a similar thought, gripping a package filled with different meats from Asgard – sent by a dear friend of his that owned a poultry farm. There appeared to be a truce between him and Ormr, as Bjarke offered the frail man a few slices, who scoffed them down with little prompting.

  Note to self, you thought, get that man on a proper diet at the earliest means possible.

  It was lucky that your early start had meant the quick arrival into town. The road which led into the centre was relatively empty at such an early time in the morning. There were very few people, but even with the little congestion it still took an extra hour for the three of you to reach the outskirts of Sandnæs because Bjarke had taken it upon himself to greet every traveller that you passed, having lit up especially when he saw an older man with a thick black beard that rivalled his own. The intricate braids and ornaments, such as beads and engraved bronze, were particularly attractive to the eye and you smiled when the man stopped and waved at your small party.

  “Bjarke!”

  “Fenrir!”

  Bjarke jumped down from Stigr and the man in question did the same with his wagon, both men gripping each other in a passing bear hug before splitting and patting one anothers’ shoulders in a gesture that was only reserved for old friends.

  “How lucky it is that we caught you before departing,” Bjarke laughed and Fenrir joined in, slapping your friend on the back once more. They smiled a unanimous smile, features almost perfectly alike despite the dark wrinkles that adorned Fenrir’s sunken features.

  “So, it appears Bjarke knows this man,” Ormr murmured in your ear and settled a hand onto your hip, balancing himself as he shifted forward, still wary of his arm. “And if I am not incorrect, they are related?”

  You hummed.

  “Half-brothers, the two,” you explained as Bjarke and Fenrir chatted amicably. “Same father, different mothers. Fenrir’s mother passed away when he was just a babe, around one-hundred years or so, and it was perhaps another three-hundred years before his father remarried. Another twenty for Bjarke to be born. There’s four of them – three brothers and one sister.”

  Ormr nodded in return, curiosity sated.

  “Forewarning,” you kicked Raoul into a trot as Bjarke climbed back onto Stigr, “We may be greeted by an overly zealous family of redheads once we are stationed.”

  Ormr made a noise of annoyance and you huffed a chuckle, unsurprised.

  “Oh yes, I did seem to leave out the detail that this is Bjarke’s hometown, didn’t I?”

  He pinched your side.

  You smacked his hand in turn and focused on steering Raoul as Sandnæs began to peak over the horizon. The walk into town was swifter after Bjarke’s abrupt stop –

“It was not abrupt! I was surprised to see my brother travelling at this time in the morning, and it would have been rude if I hadn’t stopped to say hello. You know that, Jorunn.”

Ormr made a noise that had you stifling a laugh.

  But the sounds of merchants chatting, ladies laughing and children playing in the streets were a wonderful welcome committee when your party finally entered the comfortable town of Sandnæs. And the smell of newly baked bread, the sound of a vendor playing his fiddle on the side of the road and a mother chiding her child over a small fall, all made you nostalgic from previous visits to Bjarke’s home.

  The cobblestoned roads were wide enough for your horses to slip past the oncoming carts, and any passing pedestrians were kind enough to pause in their promenade, allowing the horses to keep their pace without any means of stopping.

  Ormr had also remained oddly silent once entering the comforting town environment, his hand having grown slack and legs sitting relaxed behind your thighs. It was unsurprising that when you glimpsed back the man was distracted by the passing shops - especially those with herbs, books and meat installed in the front windows.

  “Found anything you recognise?”

  His eyes squinted at a nearby bookstall.

  “No.”

  Unconcerned by the lack of memory, you smiled and patted his leg.

  “No worries. We will get you to a healer soon and after that perhaps we could go browse the shops and get you some properly fitted clothes, as well as anything else you will need for the meantime.”

  Ormr shifted his leg and his hand gripped your hip as Raoul turned a corner, following closely behind an eager Stigr, who was growing faster and into a quick trot down the empty side road.

  “I haven’t any money, you realise.”

  You waved a hand.

  “Bjarke and I have been lucky recently, so for this time, it is on me. No charge or need for you to repay us. It is really just to ensure that you are warm and well before finding your way home. Also, so that you don’t look so odd-looking in those trousers. Grey is very much not your colour.”

  The teasing lilt in your tone did not go unnoticed.

  “Odd-looking, you say?” Ormr rasped into your ear, “Oh, little one. You are wandering a dangerous path. I would be wary of your future words.”

  You laughed and nudged Raoul to keep up with Stigr.

  “Shut it, oddball. I’m sure with the proper cloth you would look very dashing,” you exclaimed with an exaggerated eyeroll, “for a miscreant, that is.”

  “A miscreant, you say? Dear healer, you barely know me.”

  You smirked and nudged the man behind you.

  “And what does that say about you, sir? The fact I can dub you such a title with a mere few days under our belts.”

  Ormr laughed, his voice thick and lavish.

  It was shocking what a few days of proper care and water had done for his vocal cords.

  “It very much means I am not a sir.”

  Your party stopped only moments later outside a familiar townhouse. Stigr made a sharp whiney when the door opened and outpoured a number of men and women, as well as a few small children who wrapped their small arms around Bjarke’s hands, arms and legs.

  It was entertaining to watch the large man lift them all with ease and swing the larger boys from their position on his biceps.

  Lifting yourself off Raoul, you gave Ormr a passing glance, assuring him you would be right back and welcomed a group of small children as they excitedly tackled you. Their chattering was eager and they pawed at you like puppies, all pleading for your attention and tales of your adventures.

  The group of small children calmed once Bjarke collected them into his arms with an excited squeeze. And the well-wishes of his aunts, uncles and other relatives were returned with equal enthusiasm on your behalf, a few extra hugs given for some of your friends amongst the large family.

  “Fauntkin, it appears I may have been captured,” the older man spoke with a huffed chuckle as another swarm of children hung from his neck and shoulders. A baby had somehow found themselves settled in the crook of his arm.

  You smiled, “I suppose you are incapable of travelling with us to the healers then, dear bear?”

  He gave you a sheepish look as another relative whisked round and kissed his cheek in greeting.

  “Jorunn, you are not staying?”

  You turned towards the familiar voice and smiled, welcoming the ever-lovely Valencia into your arms, whose motherly prowess never failed to make you comply with her demands.

  “I am afraid not,” you sighed heavily, enjoying the smile that adorned your friend’s features. “Whilst I will not tear dear Bjarke from the arms of his children, I have plans of another kind that I must return too.”

  The tall woman glanced between you and Ormr, who sat on Raoul, watching Bjarke stumble around with all the children still swinging from his arms. His eyes seemed to glaze over the reunion, not particularly fussed despite the shrieks of excitement coming from the infants.

  “My dear, have you finally found yourself a kærasti,” Valencia teased and fluttered her eyelashes at you in a flirtatious manner. Her blonde hair did little to prevent her teasing, letting it fall in front of her face and allowing the woman to fake an ever-masculine flick of her bangs.

  “Alas, my friend. I must disappoint you once more,” you laughed with a light smack aimed at her arm. “But Ormr is very much not my kærasti – he is merely a traveller that Bjarke and I found on our way back into your lovely arms.”

  Valencia let out an exaggerated groan.

  “Dúllan mín, when will you find a man for me to tease you with?”

  You smiled and smacked her once more.

  “I am not yet two-thousand, Val. I barely scrape one-thousand-and-five-hundred at best! Besides, men are not my priority in this line of work, and you know this.”

  Your friend groaned again.

  “Yes, I have come to realise this from our fiftieth conversation along these lines, but it will never stop me from hoping for you to arrive with a dashing man by your side! None of my girls are old enough for men, and you are my only hope in practising my scare tactics before they grow too interested.”

  “Alas, it appears that you may have to wait a little longer then,” you smiled warmly and hugged her once more, bidding goodbye as another group of relatives seemed to round onto Bjarke and yourself.

  “Don’t you forget to return for dinner, dúllan mín! I have much to discuss with you further,“ Valencia yelled as you walked away, gifting you a glare and knowing full well that you would return if only to prevent her undying wrath. With a snort, you nodded a confirmation to the strong-headed woman and gave a few of the children a gentle pet on their heads. Winking at Bjarke, you clambered back onto Raoul and settled in front of Ormr, the man sliding his hand back onto your hip and waving silently at Bjarke, who did the same.

  Valencia sent you a look as Ormr shifted into a more comfortable position for the ride.

  Drawing away from the loud family atmosphere, you were surprised to find how Ormr’s drawl was a stark contrast to the hyperactive chatter and yelling of Bjarke’s family, drawing your eyes away from the taunting look of Valencia’s.

  “That was… exhausting to watch.”

  You laughed.

  “Imagine actually interacting with the Danrsons and dottirs,” you sighed and steered Raoul back towards the outskirts of Sandnæs. “They are a very… eager family – very loud and happy to be alive, more so.”

  Ormr paused.

  “They were all children and relatives of one man?”

  You cackled at the horror ingrained in his words, as though terrified at the idea that one spawn could create such an endless line of child after child.

  His tongue may have been barbed days before, but the man at your back was far more of an open book than he wished.

  “Indeed,” you wheezed and gathered a breath, “they are all relatives of Bjarke and his father. A lot of those children were his nieces and nephews, and the few who knew me were Bjarke’s own children. He visits them as often as he can in this line of work.”

  Ormr shifted behind you.

  “And the woman you were talking to?”

  “A dear friend. Valencia is her name and Bjarke’s wife.”

  “That is terrifying.”

  You laughed, “What, being married to Bjarke or the number of children?”

  “Both.”

  “Next time, I’ll be sure to introduce you then.”

  He pinched you again.

  “Pain.”

  “Endearing.”

  “An annoyance.”

  “A delight.”

  “That is completely debatable, dear healer, and you know it,” Ormr jested and nudged Raoul with his own feet, increasing the horse’s pace down the increasingly busy streets.

  “I assure you. It is not a debatable factor but a fact. I am the most delightful person one could know,” you nodded and smiled as Ormr pinched your side once more.

  Slowing Raoul back into a slow trot, you took to steering him between the carts and busy merchants, slowing near the busy streets of the town centre. The healers were a mere few feet away and you knew it was better for Raoul to be left in the temporary care of a stable boy than traipsed around town without much need.

  It was with your prior memory of the surrounding areas that you lead Raoul into a nearby stable, which he was taken in and cared for by a few ingots. The horse seemed to glare at you as Ormr slid off his back and was directed into one of the stalls.

  You winced and waved at the gloomy stallion before exiting back onto the busy street as it struck eight thirty.

  Gifting Ormr your arm, you were unsurprised that the injured man passed up the opportunity of extra support despite his healing wounds. His hands did trail to grip your arm as the crowds grew busy in the central streets, however, when you were almost separated from the injured man.

  His eyes never seemed to stray from the passing shops as you directed him through the busy streets and the on-growing crowds. It got to the point where Ormr’s eyes were enraptured by a bound leather book, the second one in that specific shop, that you linked arms with the spindly man and tugged him in the direction of the healers.

  You tutted as Ormr’s attention was withdrawn from the interesting books and leather copies, trailing beside you with a slight gate to his step. He sent you an unimpressed look, which you returned with equal force, and the man rolled his eyes at you. You scowled as he looked you dead in the eye, a smirk on his lips, and dug his heels into the pavement, letting you tug at him futilely.

  By Odin, this man.

  “Move, you oaf.”

  “I shan’t.”

  His smirk widened and mischief gleamed in his eyes.

  “You are an utter pain, you realise?”

  “I’d rather call myself a delight.”

  You groaned and the man in question chuckled, allowing for you to drag him across the road and into the healers’ ward and shop. His eyes gleamed as the bell chimed with greeting at your entrance and immediately Ormr was scanning the walls and shelves for different herbs and potions that were stacked in jars and varied bottles.

  “Do not break anything.”

  He smirked at you.

  “Not on purpose at least.”

  An older woman walked out from behind a curtain attached to the wall.

  “Hello, how may I be of service?”

  You gave Ormr one last withering glare and moved over to the counter. Leaning forward, you smiled politely, “Hello. I’m hoping that my companion could possibly see a healer at the best time available - specifically today if possible?”

  You glanced over at Ormr as he pulled a book out from the collection stuffed into an overly crammed bookshelf.

  “My travelling companion and I came across this man a few days ago – he’s heavily wounded on the chest and his arm is broken. He also has no memory from prior the incident, and with this amnesia, he’s having spouts of nausea with black bile.”

  The woman’s face remained neutral, a frown coating her features at the mention of bile, and nodded.

  “Anything else?”

  “His hair. The side which is short seems to have been pulled and ripped from his scalp,” you explained with a wince and the woman nodded once more. “He seems malnourished but otherwise, there is nothing else.”

  The woman smiled and waved a hand at Ormr, who was drawn from the books he had gathered. The man walked over, his hand out for a handshake.

  “Hello, sir. My name is Kari,” she took his hand and shook it politely. Her words faltered when Ormr bowed and placed a kiss upon the back of her hand.

  “Hello Kari,” he smiled sweetly, “are you my healer?”

  The older woman was ripped from her stupor and smiled brightly, obviously charmed by Ormr despite his injured appearance, and nodded. “Yes sir, I will be your healer today and if you and your companion would follow me, I can have you healed right now. That is if it fits you.”

  “Very much so, and I cannot express my gratitude enough for your help,” Ormr expressed and smiled brightly at the smaller woman. “My arm has been causing me far too much pain these past few days and I really hope that it can be fixed soon,” he relayed to the woman, whose eyes softened at his gentle tone.

  “Of course, sir. I will do my best – I don’t wish for you to suffer any longer than you have. Just give me a moment and then I’ll come collect you,” she assured him and rushed back behind the curtain.

  You looked at Ormr, whose features had settled back into a look of neutralism and verged on bored disdain.

  “Want to explain your sudden princely act, good sir?”

  Ormr smirked and shifted his broken arm. The sling which held it up was growing loose from the early rising time and long journey that Bjarke had inflicted upon the man and yourself.

  “Nothing too extreme. A mere useful tactic in getting things done quicker and more efficiently, wouldn’t you say?” He grinned at you, eyes sparkling with delight and something darker, more sinister.

  Unsure how to respond, the healer returned once more and opened the curtain for Ormr and yourself to slip past. The blush on her cheeks did not go unnoticed as Ormr slid past, a courteous smile trained on his lips, and you almost laughed at how Kari flushed a darker shade of pink.

  Once settled, she had you sit down on a wooden chair to the side of the small healing room and forced Ormr to sit on an elevated bed inside the ward. The man sat without protest and pulled the sling over his head, gritting his teeth as Kari gently lifted his arm and stroked over the ridges and scars that dotted his skin.

  Her eyebrows furrowed.

  The healer assisted with ridding Ormr of his shirt and had him sit up straight, her hands skimming over the bandages that you had reapplied earlier that day. There was little talk as she unravelled them and skimmed over the stitches and healing wounds, searching for any puckering or discharge that could reveal an infection. It was with ease that she washed off the paste and took an alcohol-soaked rag, rinsing the skin of any dirt that had gathered overnight, and removed any larger specks with tweezers to prevent their entrance int Ormr’s wounds.

  “I can fix your arm,” she spoke and her voice filled the empty room with trepidation, “however I fear that the bones may have already begun to realign themselves in the wrong position.”

  Ormr frowned and winced as Kari squeezed gently around his elbow.

  “I am sure I can handle the pain.”

  The older woman looked at him and shook her head, a small smile gracing her features.

  “Of course you can, ást. My question is, will you allow me to use seiðr to fix it or would you prefer a more natural and herbal approach?” She questioned whilst pushing Ormr to lie upon his back, who tensed up and glanced at you. His eyes were still lidded, giving the impression of a relaxed façade, but his pupils were small and his expression fell into unease.

  You joined his side.

  “Seiðr would be more preferable,” you voiced and stood beside the injured man, “as it will allow for the bones to break and realign at once. Then Kari can charge healing magic into your skeletal system and have them fuse into their prior state.”

  You winced.

  “It will hurt though.”

  Ormr met your eyes, his pupils scanning your own, and nodded.

  “Yes, seiðr please.”

  Kari smiled gently and gifted Ormr a piece of thick leather to bite upon. He grimaced and let the leather sit between his teeth as Kari untwined the cloth around his arm, tracing the veins that aligned his pale skin, which made Ormr twitch. Her hands, though wrinkled, were gentle and cool against his elbow and you watched as the common glow of seiðr flooded from her palms and into his skin.

  The grunt Ormr let out made you flinch. The skin around his elbow had grown taut and you could visibly see the bones shifting between his muscles.

  You sympathised with the man, his eyes scrunched shut and his back arching at the pain.

  The seiðr that flowed from the healer pulled and pulsed through Ormr’s skin and you watched as the bones shifted. It began to slowly diminish over time and the glow vanished as Kari pulled away, leaving Ormr panting and sweat rolling down his face.

  He sluggishly complied when you pulled the leather from between his teeth and helped Ormr rise from his lying position, watching as he balanced with both arms.

  Ormr leant against your torso as the pain seeped the man of his energy.

  “Here. Have him drink this.”

  Kari handed you a cup filled with floral tea, the smell overpowering and almost repulsive, which you forced down Ormr’s throat as he was shifted by your hands and their movements. The thick gulps made you rub his back softly, and once the tea was finished, you gifted it back to Kari and gave Ormr a moment to breathe.

  The man sighed and his eyes fluttered open.

  “That was mildly unpleasant.”

  You snorted.

  “I imagine so.” You squeezed his ribs and shifted away from his weight. “Want to try flexing your arm?”

  Ormr searched the room for a moment, his eyes still bleary and mildly confused, before lifting his previously injured arm and flexing the fingers. There was no sign of pain from the man as he twisted the limb around, shifting his muscles and tensing them once then twice.

  “Much better. Thank you, Kari.”

  The older woman smiled and wiped the sweat away from his upper brow with a wet cloth.

  “My pleasure.” She patted his cheek sweetly. “However, I don’t believe we are done yet.”

  Ormr grimaced but lowered his head in acceptance. Kari smiled and traced her hands over the man’s shoulders, lifting her palms when she felt Ormr tense up from her touch. Her hands raised to rest on his temple, lifting Ormr’s head, and their eyes met.

  “You have amnesia, am I wrong?”

  “You are right.”

  Kari hummed and drummed her fingers lightly over Ormr’s forehead, “Do you give me permission to try and align your thoughts and memories?” She tucked the few strands of loose hair behind his ear and smiled reassuringly.

  “I assure you that this will not hurt.”

  Ormr raised an eyebrow.

  “I would hope not, but please. Go ahead.” He closed his eyes and allowed the weight of his head to fall into her palms. The healer softened her touch at the sign of trust and gave you a reassuring nod at Ormr’s acceptance.

  The seiðr gleamed from Kari’s hands once more and you studied Ormr’s features as it leaked into his skin, causing the pale details of his face to glean an iridescent yellow. The gleam seemed to seep deeper into his skin as time passed and you could see the nerves within his system alight with the glow of Kari’s seiðr. His nervous system appeared to pulse with energy and life as Kari pushed more seiðr into his conscious and began shifting between the memories.

  You sat silently as Kari worked her seiðr through Ormr’s mind, watching both her and Ormr with odd fascination. Despite her earlier claims, you were unsure if Ormr could not feel the seiðr, his face scrunched up with pain and sweat beginning to role down his face.

  Your eyes widened and a sense of panic filled the air as Ormr retched and black bile spilt from his lips. His skin paled as the yellow seiðr was replaced by black liquid and shimmers of green. Glass shards seemed to split through his skin and shattered ice tumbled from his lips. The blood that seeped from his lips fell upon his chest and narrowly missed his healing wounds.

  Kari ripped her hands away as Ormr begin to visibly shake and more bile spilt from his lips, his eyes opening and tearing up with panic and pain. The bile began to grow thicker and ran from his nose as he shook, grabbing your arm as the sound of hissing filled the room and the bile fell onto Ormr’s bed sheets, tearing the fabric’s seams apart.

  Kari’s hands raised to her mouth in horror at the scene and she took a shaky step back.

  “Black bile.”

  The healer moved quickly, pulling Ormr forward so that the bile would seep onto the floor rather than onto his own body and the bed lining. Her hands ran over his face and seiðr flooded Ormr’s chest, causing it to light up as the magic passed through his veins and blood.

  Kari withdrew swiftly and hurried to a shelf to her left, scanning the vials and bottles. Her words came out mumbled and frantic as she muttered, ‘purple, purple, red leaves’ repeatedly and pulled the first vial that matched her description from the tall shelf.

  The vial was large and indeed, held a thick purple liquid that smelled pungent when she tore off the cap.

  Kari forced your hands to grip Ormr’s face and to tilt his head back. She quickly copied your actions and braced Ormr’s neck with one hand, the other pouring the potion through Ormr’s nostril and allowing the liquid to travel through his nasal cavity and down his throat.

  There was a moment where Kari watched as the bile continued to spill from Ormr’s lips and then it stopped. The remaining black ooze that lay on his chest seeped off his pale skin and hit the ground in small droplets, creating a hiss as they hit the wooden panelling.

  You helped prop Ormr up as the remaining bile dripped down your companion’s chin and his body shuddered violently. The man gripped your hand fiercely, too shaken and riddled with pain to consider his actions.

  “Hold him still. I need to put him under.”

  You glanced between Ormr and Kari, unsure whether to follow her instructions or to simply gift the shaken man the comfort that he desired.

  You followed Kari’s demands and allowed for her to grip Ormr’s head and the man promptly passed out.

  The shaking stopped.

  His breathing eased.

  You lowered Ormr onto the bed and pulled him onto his side, ensuring that if he had any further fits at least he could not choke.

  Kari grabbed a cloth soaked in water from a nearby bowl and wiped away any bile residue on Ormr’s body. The cloth hissed at the contact with the bile but seemed to work enough to remove any traces from Ormr’s chest and face.

  You sat silently, gripping the man’s hand as Kari finished her work in silence.

  “Poison.”

  You glanced up from Ormr’s shrunken face.

  “Strong poison. A lot of strong poison in this man’s system,” the healer muttered and settled the cloth and water onto the floor besides Ormr’s bed. “A lot of exotic strong poison – basically lethal if it weren’t for his seiðr,” she murmured to herself and laid a gentle hand upon Ormr’s wrist.

  “Very lucky. Very, very lucky.”

  “Seiðr?”

  Kari looked up from studying Ormr and frowned at your interruption. Her eyes fluttered between Ormr and yourself, grimacing as she patted his arm pityingly.

  “The man you found is not that of common heritage, ást,” her voice lay thick with worry, “nor have you arrived with him in the best state. It is lucky that you brought him to a healer’s, otherwise, I am unsure whether he would have survived another fortnight without care.”

  “Another fortnight?”

  Kari hummed.

  “The black bile he has been secreting – it is not a common ailment for those of non-seiðr lineage, but is not common for those within a seiðr lineage either, therefore, it is damaging and rare. Not a natural ailment, rest-assured, but often self-inflicted or a rare death-sentence for those with magic.”

  “He is a seiðmaðr?” You asked and looked at the shaking man within your grasp. Even when he was trembling and looking worse for wear, you had to agree there was still something ethereal about him.

  “Yes. Very powerful. Very, very powerful,” the healer murmured and studied Ormr’s features closely, dismissing your curiosity for her own. “Uncommon upon Vanaheimr, but common in other realms such as Midgard and Jötunheimr – there are distinct features which lead me to believe that he may not be in his natural form. A buzz of seiðr encasing his entire being.”

  Ormr whimpered softly in his sleep and the hand in your grasp tightened upon your fingers.

  “Also, something else, but I cannot tell. Something unnatural to those of common background, rest assured.”

  “Is he dangerous?”

  Kari stayed silent for a moment.

  “I cannot say, ást. He is injured beyond my aid, poisoned by that of a völva’s curse or death-sentence. Whoever inflicted these injuries upon him did not want the man to live much longer than he already has, but I cannot tell what heritage he possesses beyond that of the seiðr he carries. Even then there is a mixture of techniques and practices that appear to range from Asgardian to Jötunn. It is difficult to decipher.”

  “And what of his memories? What caused such a reaction to your seiðr?”

  The healer lifted her hand from Ormr’s body and settled it upon her hip.

  “Your companion, whether he realises it or not, has encased his mind in seiðr. Due to the mixed heritage or perhaps the skills this man possesses, I cannot understand nor align the type of seiðr with my own knowledge. However, I can assure you that his memories are not present as of currently, granted, but they are there. And they are protected by a shield of seiðr I cannot penetrate – nor would I believe anyone in this town could dismantle without great fear of worsening your companion’s state.”

  “Whoever poisoned him, the man knew what was coming and has obliterated any chance of the poison reaching his mind and therefore, saving his life and memories. It appears that any overlap of his past or search for his memories causes the poison to spike, which his system knows to secrete naturally, and therefore causes the man to release it in the easiest manner – vomiting.”

  “It is actually incredibly brilliant, but very difficult to study and fix. The poison can be drawn out through careful concentration but only by someone of equal or more power than this man possesses, for the wall he has built is harsh and unforgiving in its manner of protection and pain.”

  “But it can be fixed?”

  The healer bit her lip and nodded.

  “Yes, it can be fixed. But not here – not now. I can give him remedies and potions that can push off the inevitable and the deterioration of this man’s system, but I cannot expel it. There have been very few cases of such ailments, but I have records of what can be used to lengthen his life, however, without the right strength and power, the destruction of his memories and death are inevitable.”

  You gripped at the slack hand within your palm, feeling a heavy bout of sympathy for a man riddled with so much pain and trial. He could not remember his family or past without the poison destroying his body.

  “And where could we find someone who could dispel the poison and seiðr?”

  Kari glanced at your joined hands.

  “Ást, this man is a stranger to you, is he not?” You nodded. “Then I am unsure whether I should recite such information to you, especially as I am unsure whether you would assist the man or merely prevent him.”

  She had a point, you noted, but the sting of her words caused you to bristle.

  “My companion and I are experienced travellers – a goldsmith and a merchant to sell his wares. We travel many realms and planes. If Ormr was to have a companion to deliver him to the appropriate healers, then I would bet that Bjarke and I are better than none.”

  There was a heavy sense of distrust in the air as the healer allowed her eyes to bore into your own. The swirls of magic seemed to gift her with rich hazel pupils that glistened with shocks of gold and black.

  She relented.

  “There are healers north of here – well versed in blood magic and seiðr. They are your best bet for the poison. Whether they could expel the seiðr on your companion’s mind, I cannot confirm, however.”

  You nodded and moved Ormr’s hand to lay upon his stomach.

  “But if the poison is fully removed, then there would be no concern when it came to returning Ormr’s memories?”

  “Indeed, his memories would be easy to harness without any worry for his physical health.”

  You rose from the man’s side and tucked a stray strand of hair back into Ormr’s loose ponytail. His breathing had deepened and all signs of illness had passed, leaving the man in an eased sleep.

  “Your companion should stay here for the remainder of the day and perhaps overnight. It would be best for his wounds to heal and so that I may make the solution that would counteract the poison for the meantime,” Kari voiced and joined your side, “I will move him into a more private room for time being.”

  “You’re right,” you accepted the truth in the healer’s words. “It is a wise choice, but would you be against my presence also? My other companion is currently reuniting with his family and I don’t wish to ruin the reunion with such dismal news.”

  “You may. It could be a while before he wakes up – so perhaps you should grab some food from town and hopefully, by the time you return, your companion will have awoken. And I imagine he will be very pleased by the presence of food after expelling so much waste.”

  Shaking hands with Kari, you thanked her graciously and squeezed Ormr’s arm once more. The slumbering man remained still and you pulled away.

  Leaving the healing ward, you slipped a few ingots into Kari’s hands and promised to return in no less than three hours. The healer smiled gently at you and walked you out into the front of the shop, where two younger healers appeared to have started the working day by restocking potions in the glass cabinet and shelves.

  “Thank you once more, Kari. I am most grateful for your help.”

  The older woman waved a hand in passing.

  “It is my job, krútt. Now go fetch yourself some food and I’ll see you at lunch.”

  You nodded your head in thanks and walked out, hoping that with any luck, Ormr would be well and safe when he awoke.

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Ást– translation for love, pronounced:as-t Kærasti - translation for darling/loved one/boyfriend, pronounced: ky-ras-tee Seiðmaðr– translation for sorcerer, pronounced: say-der-mah-der Krútt - translation for sweetiblueutie, pronounced: kyer-root Dúllan mín - translation for sweetie, pronounced: du-lan mean

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Psycopathor’s Murder Games, Part 1

After enhancing his powers, Cyrus joins Psycopathor’s games, hoping to defeat the rangers and gain the piece of technology he needs. But Psycopathor has something up his sleeve, as usual. 

(Post-retribution AU part 5)

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You try to push the people away. Both Physically and mentally.

Their thoughts are so loud... It almost hurts.

Your shields are weaker now. Regina explained. Shields are necessary to protect others from your powers as much as to protect others from your own mind.

With her procedure, she can increase your mind's signal strength, but your shields get broken down in turn.

You felt like you were dying as she had her machines work on you. Wanted to break free, escape.. Get out...But she was just doing what you asked. It’s you in control, not her. The thought was strangely comforting as you sank deeper into her manipulations. Let her slowly tear you apart... willingly. 

It's so hard to block their thoughts right now… And you feel strange. Almost like you were drunk. Like you’re not yourself anymore. Humans. They all look so insignificant… so meaningless… you could just…

No. Do not get distracted!

You raise what's left of your shields and take some painkillers from your pocket to stop the headache. That'll have to do for now.

The crowd is huge. A long drive out of town, then a dangerous stroll through the ruins, and you're here.

Apocalyptica Fest.

You heard about it but never visited yourself. Ortega and Anathema did a few times and told you it was an experience.

They weren't exaggerating.

Doom Cults celebrating the anniversary of the destruction caused by the big one, that destroyed old Los Angeles.

Outsider subcultures, on full display.

Criminals, selling drugs and specially hero-drugs freely.

No police force whatsoever.

Several bands are playing in the "End of the world" section. An infernal party like no other.

THere's no formal announcement for Psycopathor, he's not that careless. But you can see the monster-fuckers wearing his memorabilia wherever you look.

They're here for the Murder games.

You're all wearing dark outfits with hoods, hiding your costumes. No masks yet.

Cybra and Aegis. You wish Cestus was here, but he turned against you after the stunt you pulled. He’s too angry for you to manipulate. Cellex and the others voted against it as well.

You should consider yourself lucky though.

You and Cybra are two heaviest hitters on your side. And Aegis has a history of being almost undefeated against other powered individuals.

She can handle Steel if it comes to it.

And your powers... It's hard to even control them now.

You can sense humans having a soft headache around you. Aegis complained a bit about it but told you her mind-defense training would hold.

You smile. Good for her because you've got no way to stop it.

It was extremely painful. But Regina told you she's not done. She's preparing to go all the way next time, once you're ready.

She said you’re not a Cuckoo anymore. You're way beyond infiltration. You're a weapon now.

Cybra points at a large tent in the distance.

The Monster-fucker stand. It's huge You're told to wait there.

"Right. Let's go" you say.

................................................................

Two pints of Monster-Fucker beer and one Apocalypse Sandwich later, Psycopathor makes his entrance from the back, in full costume.

You've already spotted the rangers, wearing equally concealing outfits, on the other side of the closed tent. Herald is there.

It's hard to read his thoughts around the crowd. But he seems to be all over the place.

Psycopathor gives a signal, and the Monster-Fucker tent collapses, revealing a huge stage.

Fireworks fly off, making everyone turn to look in his direction.

A tall woman takes a mic and stands in the center of the stage, lights focusing on her.

LADIES, AND GENTLEMEN AND EVERYONE CAUGHT IN BETWEEN! I GIVE YOU...." Drumrolls start somewhere "PSYCOPATHOR!"

The presenter moves out of the spotlight, letting the tall figure take the mic. He's added some decorated with skulls to his shoulder pads. They look so real you're have to wonder where he got them.  

He isn't wearing his largest skull helm, but he has "Dia de Los Muertos" makeup this time. Nice detail.

He looks badass, you have to admit.   How will your own suit, slender and tall measure up?

"WELCOME! Heroes! Villains!" He starts, sections of the crowd cheering as he mentions them.

"MONSTER FUCKERS!" he adds, addressing a small sector of people dressed elegantly and wearing masks, taking seats in the spot with the best view of the stage.

"AND EVERYONE FUCKING ELSE!" Now everyone cheers. “THIS IS THE EVENT OF THE YEAR, THAT YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING SINCE BEFORE YOU WERE BORN!” Ok maybe that’s exaggerating a bit.

"TONIGHT, I'VE ARRANGED MURDER GAMES LIKE NEVER BEFORE!" He goes on "LET US PRESENT OUR CONTESTANTS"

A large screen lighted up behind him.

"LEADING THE HEROES TEAM, A MAN WHO'S GOT MORE METAL THAN FLESH! THE UNFLOORABLE MARSHALL STEEL!"

The screen goes on a trailer of Steel fighting various enemies. At one point you can't help but smile seeing him kick Psycopathor himself out of a building's window.

Steel himself walks on the stage, as the crowd cheers... some of them boo as well. He isn't clapping, and he hates every moment of this. And the crowd knows, and that makes them cheer and boo even harder. Typical Chen.

"SECOND. OUR KILLER LADY EVERYONE LOVES!  A RANGER WHO ALWAYS GETS HER MAN, DEAD OR ALIVE, BUT LET's BE HONEST, SHE GENERALLY BRINGS COFFINS... LADY ARGENT!"

Another trailer. Argent stabbing enemies... And then she's fighting you, atop the heights of that bridge her claws and your fists moving almost faster than the camera can follow.

That footage never ceases to amaze you, that you could keep up against her.

She walks to the stage with a bright smile. Someone screams for her to have his babies. Usual stuff. She isn't always close to her fans, but she loves to have them in this sickening gladiatorial setting. Reminds everyone she's the real thing.

"THIRD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? IS IT AN UNDERWEAR MODEL, OR A HERO?! OH WAIT IT'S BOTH! MAKE NOISE FOR... HERALD!"

Herald's trailer makes people lose it. The crowd goes insane as he walks on the stage... No smile. No bow to the crowd... He turns and gives you the coldest murderous glare you've seen in some time.

His mind is different. Cold. Focused. And that's not all. He's been under some sort of... change. Argent and Chen feel it too. Chen is... concerned? Herald must have unlocked some new power. And he thinks he can destroy you with it.

You clap for him, which only infuriates him more.

"Come at me with everything you got Daniel" you speak to his mind, without words "I fear no one".

Several people turn around. Wow. You wanted only Daniel to hear it, but apparently half the audience did. Your powers are just beyond right now.

The outburst of rage within his mind is phenomenal. For a moment you think he's going to glide for your throat right there... but then he controls himself, and gives the crowd the smile and bow they've been waiting for.  

So... a transformed Herald... What's next?

"AND NOW... LET US PRESENT... THE POD PEOPLE!" You smile. Pod people isn't the worst thing they're calling you these days, and it's actually accurate, you all come from large tubes.

"THE MASTER MINDFUCKER HIMSELF, THE CAUSE OF ALL THIS RANDOM DESTRUCTION... " He begins. You start to stand, trying to make sure your short cape looks presentable.

"RETRIBUTION" he goes on, the spotlight following you as you come down to the stage. A trailer begins, showing you fight all of the rangers, and many, many other heroes. And it ends with you on giants screens threatening the populace, and the Helios blowing up the City Hall with its lasers as your laughter goes over the loudspeakers.

Fuck. You wish you could have done that trailer yourself. Psycopathor's already bested you twice today.

You stand on a threatening pose. There is overwhelming booing from the audience. But a lot of cheers too.

This baffles you. Of course, many of the people in the audience are anarchists with anty-system views. But many of them just came for the show. Why are they still cheering?

You've been preventing casualties, that's why. They still don't get where your rebellion is heading for...

They still think you're going to be old news in a few years.

You just smile behind your helm. Too much irony. You pose. You threaten the ones booing at you.  You bow to the fans that start cheering on a corner.

Let them have this.

Your mind begins considering what's next, as the announcements go for the rest of your team.

Aegis. She's probably the strongest single combatant at close quarters. She's ideal for this match. And Cybra. She might be vulnerable in your mind, but there's no escaping the fact that she's one of the deadliest members of your rebellion hands down.  

"Now let us announce our WONDERFUL PRIZES"

The woman comes back, with a second mic.

"The prizes for these Murder Games are...."

The displays change to show the tacky Hourglass armor. You know you're not good with style choices, but that thing is just hideous.

"The Hourglass Armor! Designed by the Time-Bender, it can freeze anyone in a large radius for a whole minute!"

It does seem like a second-rate trinket given your powers. You smile. Good. Let them think i'ts just a joke.

"And the second prize... Giving a new definition to the damsel in distress... The man everyone wants to rescue...It's Los Diablos's beloved hero... CHARGE!"

He is shown spread-eagled, in full costume, arms and legs restrained by a strengthened plastic device. Psycopathor made some cuts on his costume to give him a "Beaten and recently captured look".

He is struggling with the restraints, actually making it sexier. Of course, he does. You wonder if he knows he's being watched. He probably does, the idiot.

The crowd loses it, cheering. You close your eyes, trying to hold your weak shields together. It's deafening.

Someone squeezes your hand.

Cybra?

You look at her. She's expressionless as usual. But she knows what's going on. It's so hard to tell with her. You can't rely on scanning her mind, and she has no body-language or speech that you can study.

After announcing they'll be having a lottery for everyone attending and where to buy tickets, she hands the Mic to Psycopathor again.

About time.

“ALRIGHT. FIRST RULE OF THE MURDER GAMES! NO OUTSIDE HELP! IF ANYONE HELPS YOU, YOU’RE DISQUALIFIED. ”

“SECOND RULE…. PUT ON A FUCKING SHOW! DONT MAKE ME LOOK BAD, YOU FUCKERS!”

“THAT'S ALL FOR THE RULES. NOW THE GOAL OF THE GAME…”

“FOR YEARS MY MONSTER FUCKERS HAVE BEEN DEMANDING THIS, AND NOW, FINALLY, AGAINST ALL ODDS I’M DELIVERING! THE TARGET OF THESE MURDER GAMES… IS NO OTHER THAN LOS DIABLOS’S VERY OWN… “

“CATASTROFIEND!!!!!!”

A final trailer begins, as your jaw drops to the floor.

Catastrofiend during the Phoenix Massacre. Catastrofiend during the West Covina battle.

Catastrofiend during the Beverly Hills Rampage. It goes on and on. Santa Monica. Santa Clarita. Destroying the Zoo. Catastrofiend killing Whirlwind. Catastrofiend beheading Sunstroke. Catastrofiend stabbing Mantis. Catastrofiend slashing Ortega, as you shoot him and drag both of you away. And then there are the movie posters. “A nightmare on the 13th”. I… II… III… He’s the original slasher villain after all.

Fuck.

The trailer ends with Catastrofiend’s broken voice roaring with that insect chirp he does, chilling your bones.

“I HAVE CAPTURED THE CATASTROFIEND MONSTER FUCKERS!” He yells. “I DONE IT! AND WE ARE GOING TO RELEASE HIM TONIGHT, JUST FOR THESE MURDER GAMES!”

Steel is discussing with his team. He steps up.

“You never said you would endanger civilians!!”

“OH? I GUESS I DIDN’T… WELL, NO ONE SHOULD BE IN DANGER… IF YOU WIN THESE GAMES, THAT IS! “

“THE TARGET OF THESE MURDER GAMES IS CATASTROFIEND! FIRST TEAM TO TAKE IT’S HEAD AND BRING IT HERE GETS EVERYTHING! THE NEWS WILL PROVIDE FOOTAGE OF IT ALL, AND WE’LL BE HERE, SHOWING IT LIVE ON THESE WONDERFUL SCREENS!”

“THE MONSTER IS BEING RELEASED IN 5 MINUTES, AT THE LOCATION! ON SCREEN! IF YOU HAVE ANY LOVED ONES, MONSTER FUCKERS, NOW’S THE TIME TO TELL THEM TO GET THE FUCK AWAY!”

Many on the crowd take out their cellphones. Others just cheer. A 3d projector shows up a map.

Cybra’s eyes flicker as she records it.

Steel looks like he wants to complain some more.

You and your team head run off the stage without a word. You and Cybra each take one of Aegis’ hands, and activate your jump-thrusters, carrying her upwards and gliding over the crowd.  

No time to waste.

“LET THE GAMES BEGIN!” He goes on in the distance. “ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?” he asks. Obviously, he had to ask that question. The crowd explodes.

Fucking Psycopathor.

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My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero    DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

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Fear is but a moon revolves around Saturn 4

Because of his arrogance and underestimation of the balance he served, Amanda sent Nines down on earth with a mission to guard an unborn human.

Ch1  Ch2  Ch3

Chapter 4

When his shadows informed him of an unusual presence at the home of his mission, Fear didn’t expect it to be-

"Footprints?!" The wish gasps a little too close to his ear, as she rises, alarmed, over his shoulder.

Fear's grey eyes narrows, taking the scene in. The mother who very recently started bearing his mission, is going about through her morning routine in the kitchen unaware of his presence, leaving in her wake a trail of black and blue flaming footprints that doesn't seem to fade.

"How is she doing that?" The wish seems fascinated by it.

"She’s not."

"Then who did?"

He crouches, eyeing the small bluish fumes before he extends his hand to investigate it further, it was cold, "Death..." he whispers to himself.

"Why?" The wish asks.

"A warning."

"A warning? About what?"

"Dead man walking,"

"What?"

"It's a human saying..." He pauses, his focus is on the mortal mother, who sits at the dining table with a cup of coffee in her hand, " when one of their condemned prisoners walks to their execution,"

"But she isn't a condemned prisoner," The wish stats confusingly, watching the human’s face for any indication.

The mother looks calm, staring at the rain drops across the window.

"She seems fine," the wish muses.

"Not her..." Although all mortals are prisoners condemned to their death in a way, his mission isn't  the mother herself but her unborn offspring.

"Nines are you certain? Maybe it's some kind of a sibling prank thingy, or maybe you are reading so much into this with your super calculative mind, I mean, how can you be sure of this, baby is not yet born—" the wish babbels.

It's the first time in 3 months since he had known her to finally grasp a sense of her fear.

He is prepared for this moment in his mind, now as it unfold before him, he can't help but find it... unsettling.

Fear still feels the flow of sands in the hourglass. He reaches inside his pocket, if his brother went out all the way to warn him, then this is it.

"—and... I'm sorry, what is this?" The wish lookes skeptically at the coin Fear holds in his hand.

"This is a human currency, I believe it is called ...a coin" He mildly mocks her but she seems unaware as her fear fades into confusion, he resumes his explanation, "throughout the ages humans placed... Gifts with their deceased ones, in order to gain Death's blessing, unbeknown to them that my brother has no power beyond. However for all the gifts that are bestowed upon him, the coin... Has been his favorite."

"Ooh, I get it now!  With this coin, we are going to bribe him!" She exclaims enthusiastically, and he gives her a side-glance.

"No... to summon him," He flicks the coin into the air with a tinge, the air stills, once it landed back onto his open palm everything around them stops.

"Hello, brother."

***

Death stands before them, hands clasped in-front of him almost as if to show politeness, or simply a pose he is used to perform, he looks like a perfect replica of Nines, or in this case Nines is the perfect replica of him, after all, Fear is but a result of Death.

Death's face remains stoic, his eyes however is quick to spot the feline addition over his brother's shoulder.

"You heeded my warning," Death says, eyes back on his brother as Nines put the coin back in his pocket.

"You weren't subtle about it."

"You were running out of time, brother"

"Were?" Wonder exclaimed.

Death's eyes were back on her again, his head tilted slightly as if trying to see her in a different angle. His eyes seems to gleam of something upon meeting hers, it is not unkind, but it should have made her feel uneasy, it does not.

Unlike Nines’s colorless eyes, Death's had a set of brown ones that gave him a softer edge, less intimidating than his brother's sharp ones, in fact Death seems more approachable, unlike what his name indicates.

Wonder wonders if her ease towards the grim reaper is drawn from her bond with Nines, as he probably feels the same way.

"You said were, does it mean that the baby is now safe?" Wonder asks.

"No, I meant that time is no longer an issue as we speak" Death explains to her, she was confused, should she be thankful or panicking?

"Look," Fear pointed towards the human mother. The footprints still stands, the mother still looking through the window, and the rain is still...  perfectly still, it took Wonder few beats to see it.

"You stopped time." Wonder murmurs in awe and Death's posture changes slightly as his hand raises to fix his already perfect looking tie.

"A gift to help me in my purpose, Death is nothing but punctual,"

"Like Nines's shadows."

"Nines?" Death raises an elegant eyebrow at his brother, who looks as calm as ever.

"It's the name I gave him, it's fitting, right?"

"Indeed." Death says, amused

"With the introduction out of the way, maybe you can now tell me what you are warning me about"

"You already know, brother... this is not my first warning, the hourglass you carry is void of any name, I have been watching you bring out the hourglass to check every so often, and I'm curious, what does it make you feel..."

No name hourglass means they will never be born to gain a name, Wonder watches Nines's emotionless face. She didn't notice that the fact that he stares at the hourglass means anything suspicious, she thought he was just entranced by the flow of the sand. Now that Death mentions it, Nines never let her touch the hourglass or stare at it for long enough to notice it has no name

"Did you feel anxious then? What about now? Do you feel... Helpless? Is it bothering you?" Death asks, "talk to me brother, I can help you. We may never have the chance again," his brown eyes looks so deeply humane in their search within Nines's glassy orbs.

Nines keeps quiet, the slight tightening of his jaw is the only indication that he is, infact, not a statue.

Wonder interrupts, "this doesn't make sense, the baby has no emotions yet, if it dies, then it won't be out of fear and the mission will be over before it even begun,"

Death's brows slightly frown, a mild sadness washes over his features for a split second before he regains the same emotionless mask that seems to run in the family as he turns to Wonder.

"Now that would be a waste of time, even for me," the last thing Death says before he pulls himself to the side, pulling a coin out of no where and starts flipping it flawlessly between his hands.

The ting of the coin was so loud in the quietness of the room, time was back, Wonder can now hear the rain drops again, like a fast paced clock ticking and it is disquieting.

"What are we going to do now?" Wonder speaks into Nines's mind, feeling the urge to keep her conversation private from Death.

Nines strides towards the woman, "What we should have done all along," he says, crouching before the human, "prove my brother wrong," Nines stares straight into the human's eyes as one of his shadows snakes up her body, slowly but securely rounding her.

***

The mortal's fears lay bare in front of him, all her nightmares, all her insecurities clashing and turning within her like the tides of a dark bottomless ocean whirling in a storm of her emotions. She appears exceptionally calm but he can see beyond.

She fears the future, she fears regret, she thinks she is not ready, the baby was not planned and her whole life is nothing but cautious steps towards progress, she is a thinker and this is a mistake she needs to undo.

Fear pulls back from the mortal, as he stands taller, his cold eyes downcast on the deep thinking woman.

"She will kill her offspring.." Fear states to the wish who was patiently quiet.

"Why would she do that?" The wish asks in disbelief.

"Fear..." He opens his palm creating a new shadow, letting it join the one which rounds the mortal, as it starts to squeeze her gently, coming up to her ears, it starts whispering to her in tongues.

"Are you... Doubling her fears?"

"No, I'm adding a new one"

"I'm sorry, but how can this help in anyway?"

Fear glances at the wish, thinking seriously about not answering her, but she seemed scared rather than questioning his abilities, he decided against it, "Nothing is better to counter fear but another fear," he turns his eyes back to the woman who takes a sip from her coffee unwillingly listening to the shadows over both her ears, "soon, she will imagine what her life will be like if she remains childless, she fears it will be empty, she is growing older each day, better now than later."

"Will it... be enough?" The wish murmurs in his head and in all truth, Fear doesn't know the answer, he doesn't reply.

The shadows squeeze the human harder, even if he was able to help her now, these shadows will engulf her in too much darkness and it will ruin her for another time.

"Why don't you let your new partner help?" Death's voice broke from behind, he plays his coin between his fingers expertly.

Fear looks at the wish weighting the idea in his mind.

"No, I tried before, it didn't go well," the wish says with a shrug.

"Yes, the human girl Yuki, I know, I was there," Death says, he continues flipping the coin but his eyes seems unfocused, "despite it's title, great doses of painkillers will make a human spasm in pain for hours before their time come, some even lasts days in torment," he stares at nothing for a moment pause before he looks at the wish, "too much is what killed Yuki."

Too much brightness, too much darkness, Fear understands the point his brother is so not subtly trying to make. He turns to the wish.

"Nines, are you sure, I may—" The wish starts to murmur again.

"If this is the end for you too, I would find in unfair if I don't let you try for yourself." Fear speaks to the wish, drawing an end to their private communication.

The wish seems unsure for a moment, the coin Death flips tings louder, no doubt reminding her of the running time, she jumps over the human's lap, cautiously reaching her paw into the snaking shadow, emitting few dots of light that spread inside the shadows like veins.

The whispers stop and the wish quickly pulls her paw out, jumping away from the human as the human rises, towards her phone, trailing more footprints.

Fear sees her fears fading as her mind is clearer now to take the decision, she searches for the doctor contact number, her finger swipes through contacts before it hovers over one contact and she pauses.

It is then that his shadow’s whispers resume, different in tone and within a perfect harmony with the wish's aspirations mild music.

Fear stands next to the mother, curious to know what she saw that gives her a pause.

It was her mother's contact number. Years after she had passed and she still keeps her contact saved, as if one day, somehow she will call her and annoy her about her most embarrassing childhood stories.

She loved her mother, she imagines that if her mother was still alive she would have been over the moon about the baby, talking nonstop about her plans to be the perfect grandmother her grandchild  would want.

She loves her mother so much, the human wonders if her unborn baby would love her the same, and yet before it even tries to show her anything she would betray it's love by being selfish, her mother was never selfish with her.

The human wipes her tears away, putting the phone down, she laughs ironically about how everything have turned now.

"I warn you, I'm told I'm gonna be a very weird mother," the human speaks to her barely visible stomach as she descends to the floor laughing and wiping her tears.

The wish stands before her in awe, Fear looks around to see the footprints disappear into thin air.

"I had eight brothers before you, none of them has reached this point, none of them were given a test by Fate and none of them were able to understand the balance they served," Death speaks to Fear, standing beside him with a smile on his face, "I'm proud of you brother, I think it's time for you to check your hourglass, for today you have saved a life."

Fear pulls the hourglass and sure enough he saw the name carved deep in the wooden base of the hourglass, it says "Gavin Reed"

Y/N: When an impossible coin trick is done successfully, a handsome softie Death will appear. Its a well known fact heheheh. There will be no pairing in this story, I plan to blow up your mind as hard as I can with this story, I hope the name Gavin Reed made u shoooock. Also maintaining a present tense through out the whole thing turned out to be harder than I thought, please point out any grammatical mistake, my English is still improving.Thank you ^^

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