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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 2 years ago

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ok idk if this is even any good but you put the idea in my head so i wrote it @chaotic-on-main

based off of this thread

Your Mark | Canon!Verse Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1.9k ✧ notes ➼ canon!verse, slightly smutty (nothing explicit), build-up to sexual intimacy, established relationship, dom!levi, implied revenge sex, idk i haven't written anything remotely smut-related in a very long time

The sun had broken the horizon. Although Levi always found himself awake at least an hour or two before sunrise, he found himself being uncharacteristically slow in getting changed into his uniform this morning.

He was currently looking into the mirror in his bedroom, adjusting the ascot that he wore underneath his uniform. He wore an unhappy frown on his face as he glared at his own reflection. Upon first sight, it looked like he was glaring at the ascot, but his gaze traveled slightly further to a point on his own neck right above it.

There was a reddish-purpleish bruise situated on the side of his neck and he found that no matter how high up he adjusted his ascot, he could not cover it unless he just wanted to substitute out his ascot for a scarf of some sort. His gaze went to the other side of his neck and he noticed that he saw another bruise to match.

While he was able to cover most of the hickies that you peppered onto him the night before, he could not cover the two most obvious ones.

He cursed to himself as he shot a glare over to you as you rolled around lazily in bed, stretching out your muscles which were stiff from sleep.

You rolled over and watched as he turned back to the mirror with the frown on his face unwavering.

"What is it?" you asked sleepily. "Did your ascot get dirty?"

Upon not hearing an immediate response, you followed his gaze into the mirror and your face immediately flushed upon seeing what he was glaring at.

"Oi, _____," he said slowly as he turned to look at you again as you hid your face in the blankets out of embarrassment. "Don't you think you overdid it a bit?"

You most certainly overdid it. As you recalled your vague memories from last night, you remembered crawling on top of him as soon as he got out of the shower and smothering him with kisses up and down his neck and being so lost in your own desire to have him against you that all self-control went out the window.

"Sorry..." you said, with your voice slightly muffled since you were still hiding your face.

After a few seconds, you peeked up at him as he wrapped his cloak around himself.

"At least you can fluff up your ascot or cover it with your cloak, right?"

"Not really," he grumbled as he secured the clasp on his cloak to hold it in place, adjusting his ascot again.

You buried your face again, hugging the blanket as you heard him sigh and leave the room.

Levi walked out of the room with irritation plastered all over his face. He knew he was going to have to deal with commentary all day and had to take a moment to emotionally prepare himself.

~~~~~

Levi walked through the narrow hallways of the Survey Corps HQ, readjusting his ascot for the 15th time as he continued forward.

He was shooting side glances at everyone that placed their eyes on him. While people noticing and looking at him was nothing new, given his title and how annoying the new cadets could get upon meeting him, the presence of your mark on him tore at his nerves as he walked past anyone.

This is fucking ridiculous, he thought to himself for even finding himself in this situation.

He glanced up as he saw the familiar footsteps of Hange Zoe approaching him. He knew that he was working with them today since they were exploring Eren Jaeger's Titan-transforming abilities, which involved both their squads, but was dreading having to see him because of his somewhat precarious situation.

"Hey Levi," Hange said, walking right up to him. "Have you seen Eren, he's late for-"

They immediately paused as they placed their eyes on him, immediately noticing that something was off. Their gaze went straight to his source of ire and then back up to make eye contact with them. Upon seeing that they were about to open their mouth and comment, Levi immediately shifted up his ascot and walked past them.

"Don't start, four-eyes," he said with an excessive amount of hostility in his voice.

It took Hange a minute to reorient and stifle the laughter that was threatening to burst out of their lungs.

Although Levi had done his best to emotionally prepare for the torture that was having to walk around with your mark all over him in public, every time someone placed eyes on it made him feel like he was dying inside. Every time someone got tripped up, his scowl would grow in intensity to the point that he likely could've killed someone with just his glare alone.

He had to deal with the commentary five to six more times before the day finally ended. Even the commander had noticed, which provided a significant blow to his pride.

The last straw for him was when Eren Jaeger came up and asked what had happened, failing to put together the pieces on his own.

In that moment, all Levi could think about was his temptation to beat the shit out of the young cadet again.

~~~~~

You looked out the window as you saw the moon rise up into the sky. You had decided to stay in today, knowing that you were going to have a long day tomorrow. You had dedicated your shift tomorrow to training and restructuring your squad in preparation for the next expedition that was happening in a few days. You wanted to have at least one day to relax before having to think about having to leave the walls again.

As a result of you not leaving the house, you looked barely presentable to the public. You had on a loose t-shirt that dipped a bit too low into your chest for public eyes and dropped loosely over your bottom. Although you were wearing your undergarments, you hadn't bothered to put on pants for the day. You weren't leaving the house. There was no point to add on another piece of clothing that needed to be washed later.

A smile appeared on your face as you heard the door open, signaling that your other half had arrived home for the night. You knew that he was going to have a long day, even without the added stress of the consequences of your actions from the night before.

Thus, you weren't all too surprised when you saw the grumpy facial expression he carried on his face and how tense his body posture was. You were able to notice that his ascot had shifted around, indicating that he had been moving it around all day.

While you knew he was going to have a stressful day, you still found yourself anxious over how upset he really was at you. Was he just frustrated? Or was he actually mad at you?

He walked past you and into the bedroom and you followed closely, watching as he pulled the ascot off of him.

Your eyes widened a bit and you gently covered your mouth with your hand to stifle the surprised gasp that threatened to come out upon seeing the multitude of marks that you had left on him, having been unable to see it this morning from bed.

You had definitely gone overboard.

You shut one of your eyes as you cringed upon seeing it.

"Sorry..." you said quietly.

"Tch," he said, shooting you a disapproving look. "You better be, you brat."

You slowly approached him and gently ran your fingers over the marks—and there were a lot of them. You stood there a while, tracing your fingers over them and you felt Levi slightly shift around as chills traveled throughout his body upon your touch.

"How can I make it up to you?" you whispered as you asked that genuine question. "I think I read that somewhere that pressing a cold spoon up against it can help get rid of it faster-"

Before you could finish your sentence, he had roughly grabbed your wrist that was hovering above his neck, shooting you a dark look.

Now you were the one that was feeling chills travel throughout your body. His rough gesture plus the unyielding look in his eyes meant only one thing. You knew what his answer to your question was over how to make it up to him.

Revenge.

That simple thought shot chills throughout your entire body as you immediately began envisioning what it was that he had in mind, feeling your face flush up as you saw him slightly tilt his head while never removing his gaze from you.

He ran his hand down your cheek, continuing down to your neck, before finally firmly grabbing you at your waist, pulling you in.

You exhaled shakily in anticipation. You'd be lying if you said that you weren't afraid of what he was going to do next, but you also couldn't deny that you loved it. While you had plenty of intimate nights with Levi, it was a whole other story when he was relentless, hence why you went feral the night before, which found you in this exact situation.

Before you could finish fantasizing over what exactly Levi had in plan for you tonight, he had pulled you into a rough kiss as his hands began to travel up and down your body, walking—well, more like pushing—you towards the bed.

As soon as you were forced to sit onto the bed, he quickly climbed on top of you, laying you down as he began to trail kisses up and down your neck. You had tried to squirm to readjust your person, but Levi was pinning you down and had no intention of letting go.

You felt your world begin to blur around you as you focused on the sensation of his body pressed against you and the gentle, yet rough, feeling of his assault on your neck.

You slightly hissed in pain as you felt his kisses that were leaving plenty of hickies quickly transition into bites. The sudden sharp sensation left your body a mess, begging and desperate for more. The more he bit down at you, the more you wanted him in you. The way he was assaulting your neck made what you did the previous night look amateur at best in comparison.

You grabbed at his hair, pulling a bit as he moved to the other side of your neck, leaving just as many hickies and bite marks behind.

As you pulled harder at his hair, you heard a slight growl emanate from him as he grabbed your hand, pinning it down to the bed.

You pressed your body up against his, getting increasingly frustrated at the fact that he was only attacking your neck. You wanted more, needed more, and every second he spent not granting it to you felt like torture.

He continued to hold you down, ignoring your movement and soft whines of protest. When he finally pulled away, he leaned down so that he was whispering right into your ear.

"You better prepare for a long night."

~~~~~

You awkwardly walked through the courtyard, rubbing against your slightly achey shoulders as you made your way to the training area.

You were too embarrassed to acknowledge them, but you were already able to confirm this morning that if revenge was what Levi wanted, then he had succeeded. The dark bite marks that were peppered across your neck were obviously poking out above where your uniform ended.

That, plus the fact that your legs, neck, and shoulders were still all incredibly sore from the night before, served as a rude reminder of the consequences that you had reaped from going feral on him two nights before.

Levi glanced down at you from the second floor of the complex immediately surrounding the courtyard. He watched as you awkwardly navigated around your own squad, overhearing their comments regarding why you "couldn't train" today, smirking to himself upon seeing them glancing at the marks that he had left on you.

His smirk grew as he heard you make up every excuse in the world over why you couldn't train.

Your gear was broken. You hurt yourself exercising. You had the stomach flu.

He knew the truth and so did everyone else. Your subordinates were too afraid to say anything, but everyone was able to tell exactly what had happened to put you in your state, with your face flaring up more and more each time someone asked.

He shot a smug look down to you once you made eye contact, which only made your face flare up more.

If it was a lesson he wanted to teach you, he had succeeded. Both of you knew that you would now think twice before tackling him down to the bed and covering him with anything that would leave a mark the next day.

However, although you were incredibly sore and embarrassed from the events of the past two nights, the way he made chills go down your spine when he whispered to you last night and how quickly your arousal had gathered with every kiss and bite that he had given you, made you unsure on if the correct lesson was taught. After all, if the only thing you had to sacrifice was your pride in exchange for the type of night you had before, you certainly wouldn't mind.

A/N: sorry if this sucks im better at angst than i am smut lmao

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holly-fixation · 2 years ago

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What Makes a Mother?

Summary: Jenova managed to break free on her own after countless years entrapped by the creatures of this planet. But the only way to do so was to become that creature herself. She could have waited until the time was right and kept what was left of her original form, but she wanted the child they grew with her cells. She wanted her son; to use him and raise him exactly as she saw fit for her goal.

Inspired by this ask to @altocat . Also inspired by A Monster's Threads.

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How long has it been since they imprisoned Her?

How long ago did the tests and probes and samples begin?

How many years since she called and scraped and clawed her way into the subconscious of son they made her?

How many years since he hid her away with sleeping pills and exhaustive training?

Too many. Too much. Too long. Her true form failed Her for too long. This immobile body brought Her nothing but torture over Her capture. Now She had a way out. A key. A sequence of DNA bound to her as if her own to manipulate until her form could move again. She had shed her true body months ago, avoiding the hunters attempting to capture her and keep Her away from Her son.

She would twist him to her will until she no longer had use of him. But She would be a fool if she allowed his strength to go to waste.

The human captors hunted her. She hunted her son, following the strands of each dream she gave him, each appearance to show him Her presence growing closer. She supported the need for sustenance this body required with the creatures and running water sources of each area she traversed. She wasted no piece of them by molding their skin to clothing and leaving the unusable remains as deterrents from her current location. Only when She was close to him did She consider his own needs, the required sustenance and shelter. She found a path through the mountains of this new terrain and mentally marked the locations of the caves closest to the forests. She narrowed down the exact desirable location by scanning for the most wildlife.

All that was needed now was Her son by Her side.

Sephiroth did not know of Her pursuit, his dreams as terribly cryptic and eldrich as always. He simply did his duty to the company that raised him, slashing and killing anyone deemed an enemy unless further instructed. The war with Wutai raged each and every day over the past few months, lucky for even a few hours of reprieve between the battles.

He had almost finished off the latest squad that dared to ambush him. He thought the rustling in the bushes was simply an assassin waiting for the moment he put his guard down. He stood like a statue but watched from the corner of his eye, waiting for the moment they either revealed themselves or fled.

He didn't expect the red eyes from his nightmares.

He didn't expect a lone woman.

He didn't expect to see hair just as silver and skin just as pale as his own.

He didn't-

“W-Who are you?” He questioned as he straightened to the ready, his blade itching in his hand. But his hands were shaking.

“I am your mother,” She stated factually, her voice barely natural, holding a weight he could not comprehend yet. He would. With time. “I am Jenova.” She knew exactly what humanity called her. She knew the lies they told Her son, and the lies She would use to her advantage. “I’ve come to take you away from this war.”

Sephiroth stared, dumbfounded and slack jawed. That didn’t make any sense. His mother? After so long? She looked like him. Yet she also looked like his nightmare. A nightmare that always followed him, watching and reaching. Maybe even… searching for him? The dissonance in his mind made his head spin, a battle between his logical conclusions and his childlike desires. “...M-my mother died in…” He admitted his truth without realizing it.

She shook her head. “I did not die. They took you away from me. I've spent years searching for you.”

She was searching for him?

She offered him her hand, not moving a inch closer, giving him a ‘choice’. “Come with me.”

She sounded unnatural, impossible, unfathomable by the complex yet simple voice alone. Yet Sephiroth felt himself drawn to it.

The rest of their conversation, of his denial and search for fact, was a blur. The last thing he remembered from that day was her dirty hand snaring his wrist as she led him along to some unknown location, and he let her.

* * *

He had been in this cave for too long.

At least a week had passed since the day he went with her. Or she captured him. Or he followed. Or she coaxed him. He couldn't tell anymore. What he knew was that he sustained no injuries, no harm from this woman. His clothes, though reeking from days of being unable to wash them, remained perfectly intact, only soiled a bit by the natural dirt and dust of the cave entrance. No slashes from training machines. No tears from monster attacks. Not a deliberate imperfection on him. In fact, he barely lifted his blade from the moment he first sat in this cave.

He should’ve been happy, away from the war and pointless battles, away from forced struggle, finally in the arms of something that he hoped deep down truly cared about him. But he wasn’t. He thought he wanted his mother's attention, but the way she watched him for hours without speaking unsettled him to his core. He thought he craved his mother's touch, but he wanted to hide when her grimy hands held him, petting more dirt and dried blood into his bird's nest of knotty hair. He was so hungry, yet she only returned with decapitated small animals. She didn't even cook them. He tried to cook himself with his materia, but he had no knowledge of skinning or boning or preparing a fresh kill in any way. He actually found himself missing the sludge of protein Shinra always rationed him. At least those he understood. At least he knew he wouldn't get an infection from them.

Sephiroth felt like a pet to her. He didn't feel like a son.

Only one piece of this escape remained exactly as he first believed it would be: the stars in the night sky were absolutely breathtaking, completely unobstructed by the war or by light pollution. The branches and sweeping stars of the galaxy always made his eyes widen like a cat's in the dark, his attention completely claimed by the eternal expanse, only occasionally spotting a smile from his Mother in response to his curiosity.

She only treated him the way She understood human mothers acted with their children. She knew he craved touch and attention, so she gave it. She fed him and protected him as she was expected to, but She also waited for her opportunity into his heart, to twist him caringly to her own goal.

Yet one night, Sephiroth winced away from Her touch.

He always stayed at the very edge of the cave at night, staring into the cosmos with a longing She knew he didn't understand yet. But that particular night, it was raining, not even rolling lightning brightening the sky for his snake-like eyes to watch in a game, trying to catch the next flash before it vanished. No, that night the opaque sky and constant flood of droplets forced him further within the cave, the only lights emitting from his sky blue eyes and Her glowing red ones, yet both had an affinity for seeing in the dark. No artificial light was necessary.

She froze her hand at his response, confusion barely visible on her features as she turned to find his eyes.

His bangs blocked Her gaze, and when she reached for him again, he actively shuffled out of her reach, the edge of his uniform barely touching the water he so desperately tried to avoid a moment before. But avoiding Her clearly took priority.

“...stop…” The weakest plea left his lips, a tone he never used with her. Desperate and fragile. Everything She could not allow him to be.

She moved from the wall to scan him clearly, sitting directly across from him and watching him intently. He cringed away from her gaze itself now, turning and hiding. Hiding. She didn’t understand why.

“What is it?” She questioned with kindness in her voice, recognizing the act as another motherly trait.

Sephiroth didn’t answer. He only tightened against the wall, his knees to his chest over his crossed arms.

She watched, but she still didn’t understand.

He grimaced at her gaze, her silent push. His jaw only tightened. He seemed conflicted, fighting within his own thoughts. Why would he still be fighting if She was there beside him?

“Sephiroth,” She called for his attention with an obvious question, but he did not move, “Is something wrong?”

He took a shaky inhale before finally whispering an answer, “...too much…”

Her brows creased, yet she waited for an explanation, no matter the time he needed to traverse his muddy emotions.

“...This isn’t right…” His words left his mouth before he could stop them, breathy and uncertain, “...You’re…”

Her gaze hardened at his suggestion, but he forced the truth through.

“You’re not a mother…”

The strength in her gaze weakened slightly. Not a mother? Was she not doing enough? Was her mimicry failing her? What was she missing?

“Why?”

He gripped his arms. He felt what he thought was genuine concern in her words, but he didn’t know the reasoning behind his feelings. Discomfort and uncertainty and unhappiness. Every time his eyes met hers, the spark of joy and the hope that appeared when she first came to him fizzled, the slightest spark he desperately wanted to reignite. But he didn’t know why it was gone in the first place. He only knew he hated these conditions and he honestly preferred the lab, a thought he swore he would never have.

A moment of silence passed to allow him his inner turmoil to settle and hopefully come to a conclusion.

Yet no answer met the air, so the mother probed softly, only after giving him time. “What do you need?”

Again, he did not know an answer.

Perhaps he didn’t understand the question. She reworded the request. “What are you missing?”

His gaze physically lit up, finally snapping into place. Something finally sprung to life. “My privacy…” He began to list, and She watched and listened intently without further question, tracking the solution to every problem silently. “Cleanliness… Food- real food… T-This cave… just…” He winced again, baring his teeth at his own confusion.

She understood, but she still needed precise answers. She needed to be careful with her words. “Do you dislike my gaze and touch?”

It took everything he had to nod slowly.

“Because I lack a level of cleanliness?”

Another nod. Further tightening. “...because you won’t stop…”

The sustenance and shelter issues She would deal with later. He utterly craved touch; he always had. If he rejected Hers, then he was already denying her and that denial could severely delay her plans. She needed a way to fix this, to either manipulate more time together or locate the quickest solution. But time would absolutely solidify his bond with her. “Teach me, then.”

He finally looked at her, shocked and confused. Either way, that was a victory, his blue eyes meeting her red ones.

“Teach me when my touch is too much or too little, and I will build a home.”

Home. She knew that word warmed his heart by the shift of his breath.

“Teach me the cleanliness you desire, and I will learn to prepare our meals.” She almost chastised herself for not realizing these needs of his sooner.

Sephiroth had a disbelieving look in his eyes, like it would be easier said than done. Little did he know She had exactly the mother in mind to mimic all her promises to reality, a dark haired scientist who injected herself with Her cells before bearing a child.

But another fact nipped at Her thoughts. “Why wait to tell me?” She knew the pattern of silence he adapted to in order to survive his childhood, but her presence should have been enough to counter that practice.

Her assumption was wrong, because he went silent again, this time looking down in guilt and sadness.

Her copied motherly instincts told her to pet him, to hug him, to comfort him, but he denied her a moment ago, pushing him too hard in this state could break him. She glanced at the water entering the cave and to her hands. Though she had done it before, perhaps it had been too long. She scooped the liquid into her hands and washed off the dirt within her skin.

Sephiroth watched quietly as she shook them out, droplets splashing back to the expanding mass.

“May I comfort you?” She disliked the question, the option she gave him instead of an order, but she hid her true feelings under a layer of care.

Sephiroth scooted away from the edge, regretting the wetness now staining his side, and nodded again. His mother returned to his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and coaxing his fragile mind to lean on her.

“Do you feel lighter from your explanation?” She knew his confession took a toll on him, but his hidden conflict weighed his mind in ways she did not expect.

He didn’t have the strength to answer under her touch, her warmth. He only let out a small sigh of relief as he closed his eyes on her shoulder, his emotions exhausting him.

“Rest, my son.” She whispered like velvet, slowly pulling him to dreams she would soon manipulate. A grin pulled at the corners of her lips. “I love you.”

Those three words had the power to stall any human mind with welcome emotions, her son’s included from his quick gasp of breath.

“Just know it to be true.” She lifted the small panic from his thoughts, returning her gaze to the soft one he needed. She didn’t need the obligatory return of the phrase yet. He would say it soon. She was sure of it. “I will wait.”

His last thoughts, despite the rain, despite the lack of stars, despite his conflicted explanations of the night, were warm, calm, and safe as he drifted into Her realm of dream.

Thanks for reading!

Author’s Note: I seem to have a pattern of always finding a way for Jenova to win, and even though this doesn’t fit my usual ‘Queen of the Nibelheim Incident’ title, it certainly has that air to it, doesn’t it? I know Alto’s headcanon had Sephiroth finally wanting to escape, but my brain decided to do that thing again of “I will never lose”. Thus, I manipulate whatever I can into getting Sephiroth to Mc-F***ing-Lose-It. Hope you all enjoy Creepy Jenova, because this is far from the first fic I’ve done this and Far from the last. (also please check out Altocat’s stuff if you haven’t. She’s a fantastic writer.)

#sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #jenova #alien mom is being creepy again

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marcusoseman99 · 5 months ago

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songs of the isle pt. 21-22

Papa: Alcaeus Leander I’ve hunted with him before he knows how to help you.

Vick: What did you hunt?

*The scene opens with a young man sitting in the back seat of a car with brown slicked back hair dressed in all black combat gear but with a black waterproof trench coat covering it all.

The car stops and the door is opened by a man in a suit outside while the brown hair man leaves the car*

Man in the suit or MS: Mr Arawn?

William: yes

MS: We have lost contact with our squad that went after the target, sir

William: Which way did they go?

MS: Down that path.

*MS points down the path they are standing on that goes into a large forest of great pines*

William: I was told that the team were to wait for my arrival.

MS: They were however, Captain Leander thought that your presence wasn’t necessary.

William: *sigh* I guess I’ll need to catch up.

MS: Are you sure, Lieutenant?

William: If I don’t odds are.... they will die.

*William starts walking down the path*

William: *To himself* Unless they are already died.

*The next scene is a collection of images of William going through the forest till he ends up seeing a large man around 6’1 standing in a clearing that is covered with blood and body parts

The man is dressed in a black tank top and combat trousers with large black boots and strangest of all is that the man is wearing a head and hid of a lion. The man in the clearing is holding a large club and is circling around the clearing *

Lion Man: COME ON FIGHT ME COWARDS.

William: That’s great my only ally is an idiot with a bat I should have left them.

*The man freezes then swiftly turns and hits a large lanky creature that is pale and very skinny with patches of brown fur around its forearms and calves. it has a deer skull as its face but with very sharp teeth.

The creature’s jaw is broken by the club, but the beast snaps it back into place with its large fingers that have just as big claws on the tips of each finger*

William: Guess I was wrong about the club even if it is barbaric.

*The creature runs away at supernatural speed, but blurs of the creature are occasionally seen around the Lion man circling him, as the lion man is looking in a certain direction the creature lunges.

Toward the unaware man and is about to dig its long dirty claws into the man’s lion hide covering his back but its claws snap against the hide.

The creature jumps back in pain looking at its hands then a gunshot rings out and the creatures left knee bends as black blood shoots out of the new wound the scene jumps back to Papa with a L96 bolt action sniper rifle as he exhales and reloads*

William: One.

*The Lion Man laughs but with a confused face then another shot goes off hitting the creature’s right knee as it tries to limp away*

William: Two

*The creature starts to crawl away as The Lion Man looks in the direction of the shots he starts to walk toward the tree where the shots came from then William emerges with an Enfield L85A1 in hand and unloads the entire clip into the creatures back*

The Lion Man: GOOD SHOT, YOUNG MAN.

William: *sighs* Are there more wendigos?

The Lion man: Wendo what?

William: *sigh* Are there more of them?

*William uses his gun to point to the wendigo body *

Leander: Sorry brother, i am not a expert of this part of the world *laugh*

William: We should move then and I normally deal with the werewolves in the UK but I did my research.

Leander: Fair but i perfer a equal playing field.

*The pair start walking past the corpses further into the forest*

Leander: mmh the UK beautiful but too cold for me though

William: *sigh* Really?

Leander: Absolutely but those werewolves oh, they were fun to hunt till they became cowards then fled to your country.

William: Shut up.

William: They are tough prey.

Leander: indeed, how did you make those first two shots I don’t think that rifle could have done that.

*William sighs again then grabs one side of his coat and lifts it away from his body and slowly puts his gun into the space between himself and the coat then the gun disappears then looks to Leander with an annoyed and tried look then pulls out a L9A1 9mm Browning HP Pistol*

Leander: Aren’t you full of surprises, my small English friend.

William: Please don’t call me that.

Leander: Then may I know your name then?

William: Arawn, William Arawn

Leander: I thought you looked familiar; I know your father how is he?

William: Dead

Leander: *nervous laughter*

*Leander composes himself and looks over to William as they go further into the forest*

Leander: How did he die?

William: The job got him he tired to wipe out a forest and got killed.

Leander: I am sorry, William.

William: Thank you but he should have planned it better.... we lost a lot of men.

Leander: *sigh* These creatures don’t deserve to live.

William: People like us have a duty to rid the world of them.

Leander: Yes, we do

*The pair stop as the quite forest erupts in loud monstrous noises getting closer, William lifts his gun to meet the noises that are approaching, and Leander puts his bat to the ground then knees to rub dirt into his hands*

William: I’ll shoot them as they approach and any stragglers that get past me you make sure they do not get to me.

Leander: That I can do.

*As the pair rally their spirts for the mob that edges closer and closer, William shots his first bullet to the creatures and the scene cuts back to an eager Vick and Papa with a warm smile*

Vick: Then what happens next?

William: that is a far too gruesome story.

Vick: But you told me that you would tell me everything.

Papa: I did just not the unnecessary gore *laughs*

Vick: disappointing, grandfather

*As Vick looks like he has eaten a hand full of salt while his Papa enjoys the view the door is pounded distinctly 3 times*

Papa: I’ll get that

*As Papa walks to the door the door is pounded again somehow harder than before making Papa jump, as he gets to the door he reaches to the coat rack. He reaches into his green coat and takes out a saw off shot gun then opens the door with the gun just behind the door

Papa looks out of the door slowly edging over the wood separating him from the unknown, till his eyes meet with Leander who hasn’t aged a day since their first encounter. Only gaining sliver to his curly black mane of hair not degreasing him at all only adding character to this mountain of a man just looking over William. *

Papa: Leave the door on its hinges next time you brute

Leander: I’m sorry my friend you know that I don’t know my own strength but alas you wouldn’t know anything about that feeling now would you old man.

*The pair stare into one another’s eyes with an aged malice till they both break into laughter*

Papa: Get in here you big lug

*Leander walks into the great home while papa returns his gun to its rightful place, Leander stops and breaths in before turning to his friend*

Leander: I missed this place; your father truly made a masterpiece.

Papa: he really did

Leander: I’m glad a worthy man has inherited it.

Papa: Thank you but how the hell did you get here so fast I only sent for you yesterday

Leander: it was nothing, I was already taking some time off in the UK then I got your call, it is about time we got another one that can use some magic.

Papa: I know, we could have used these kinds of abilities some many times before

*Papa looks away from his friend till Leander places his hands on his shoulders*

Leander: We must look forward, always forward.

Papa: Right you are, rare but you are right

Leander: *annoyed laugh* anyway, where is your grandson?

Papa: Alcaeus Leander meet Vick Arawn.

*Papa gestures toward the door behind Leander where Vick is standing with a piece of toast in his hand and a weird smile*

Leander: mmmh we have some work to do.

*The scene goes to Apollo waking up then standing up followed by a scream yawn. He starts waking through the fortress while holding his wound until he reaches a door and opens it then sighs*

Apollo: REEGAN

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years ago

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My Best Friend, The Cam Girl

TW: Smut. Masturbation. Language.

SUMMARY: Your best friend, Rafe, comes across your secret little Cam girl account…his reaction is more than unexpected…

WORD COUNT: 1400

*Requested*

My Best Friend, The Cam Girl

Best friends tell each other everything. Crushes, dreams, ambitions, and failures. All for that promise of their comforting words and loving embraces that may even consist of that constructive criticism that was necessary for personal growth. At least this was what Rafe thought as he pulled up his computer for the afternoon, believing somewhere in the back of his mind that he knew every detail about you. Even down to how you came fastest, despite the fact you two had never even kissed. But as he slipped his lubricated hand into his sweats, the preparation of a cam girl on the other side as a pre-recording to his fantasies, a girl chosen with your specs as you were his type to perfection, he stilled in awe at details of the similarities between the two of you.

Down to the same red comforter he sat on that very morning as you whined about some recent grade and a lack of attention from your shared peers. He continued slow strokes of his shaft as these details continued to strike him. A specific shift of color in the tint of your hair only visible when the hair would hit it just right. The snowglobe he had given you last Christmas of New York because you had always dreamed of going there during the holidays. And finally, that scar on your shoulder that he had been somewhat responsible for after playing a bit too rough when you were younger and you'd fallen off of the jungle gym you were playing on, wearing that scar as evidence of his victorious strength against you.

A sudden rush of guilt washed over him as he convinced himself these were all coincidences. There was no way this could be you, his best friend. And yet, a continuation of details such as this popped up around him. The hue of your curtains, the way you wore way too many hair ties on your wrist despite rarely wearing your hair up unless you were alone at night, even the sound of your breathing that had been a means of solitude for him when he'd rest on your lap when his days were in need of that comfort you allowed.

"Mmmm..." You had moaned into the camera, his hand continuing, even quickening, as he felt guilt pulse through him. You were friends. You were so close you could almost be family. And yet, he couldn't stop his hand from those motions. So much so, that he would spray himself beneath his sheets in record time at the forbidden thoughts of you. Your moaning. Your exposed chest. And more importantly, how he could make this a reality the next day.

"Do I have to ask you again?" He inquired as you hid your blush behind a nervous smirk before rolling your eyes.

"How did you even find it?"

"Doesn't matter-" He spoke quickly.

"I thought you had that girl from the pep squad taking care of you-"

"I don't think you should be on there..." He was protective and domineering as always, offering this behind his usual reserved hostility and blazed irises darkened from their usual light blue.

"Why?"

"Because only certain people should see you like that..."

"Like you?"

"No!"

"Yes..." You teased, editing the space between you until you could take a deep breath and touch his chest with the tips of your breasts, perked nipples at attention at the thought of his touch.

"Why is it any different if it’s you or someone else?"

"Because they don't care about you..." He defended quickly as you weren't in the mood for chivalry or even romance.

"Did you come?"

"What?!" He moved away from you as if you'd asked a ridiculous question.

"Did you come watching me?"

"No I-I shut it off..." He lied, eyes shifting in either direction and evading you as you closed in on him.

"So you didn't see that beauty mark...right here?" You asked, pulling your shorts and panties low enough to reveal what you spoke of.

"And you didn't see me..." Pulling your fingers between your lips, you carried your digits into your mouth only withdrawing them when they dripped, as his eyes followed their descent into your panties.

"Do this?"

"Stop..." He was weak in tone as you chuckled.

"Are you made because it's me? That anyone else can see it?" You moved even closer to him, "Or that you paid for something you could get for free?" He cocked his head.

"Don't say shit you don't mean..."

"Do I ever?" You moved to the bed, legs wide for his view, as you ran your fingers in quick strides and eventual penetration as his eyes followed your motions.

"Rafe..." You moaned his name as his jaw clenched.

"You know I think about you when I record myself?" His eyes darkened, his chest heaved, and his palm ran lines down his shaft in the attempts to tame its newfound ache, as he was on the tightrope of his resistance to you. Now more than ever.

"I have a picture of us at the beach...the one where your shorts are low enough that I can just imagine how big you are...the things I'd do to you...the things I want you to do to me...and your muscles..." You shuddered, a sensitive twist of your nerves making your toes curl as you watched him in awe of you.

"I even say your name...but I always edit it out...just in case you found me...but a part of me always wished you would..." You suddenly withdrew your fingers.

"So what are you gonna do about it since you have?" You brought your fingers to your mouth, eyes pulling into a roll as this had been enough for him.

He pounced without a care of what it meant for your friendship. Instead, he pawed you in the attempts to leave you naked for him. Once he succeeded, he took stock of your breasts and nipples, moaning against each one as he left them dripping and and writhing, until pulling himself freely from his pants. Your brows rose in shock to how large and thick he was, a momentary regret to initiate this as you knew how painful he would be. But before you could ask him to be gentle or second guess it, he was already inside of you.

"Fuck!" You both moaned in unison as he moved quickly. Years of sexual tension and denial of feelings had come through each reckless peneetration as his fingers ate into your hips while he lifted you further against him.

"You're never making another fucking video...nobody else gets to see you like this..." He demanded as you chuckled.

"Oh really?"

"Don't push me..."

"But it seems to fair well for me..." You were now taken away from him. Ass lifted in the air as he penetrated once more.

"Mine. I'll brand this ass if I have to-" He smacked yourcheek, pulling your hair as you moaned to this teasing abuse.

"Harder!"

He obliged.

"I'll leave you so marked up nobody will question that you have someone-"

"Are you my someone Rafe?"

"I'm gonna be your fucking everything!" He called behind you, hand now to your clit as you catapulted to that edge.

"Just like you've always been mine."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck. Yes." He grunted.

"About time..."

"Shit..." He nearly whimpered, your words that further pulled to his own release.

"Come for me, Rafe! I can feel you so deep, I can't take it!!!"

"Take it baby...take all of it-" He growled into your shoulder, bent over you perfectly, to hit THAT spot, before you trembled in unison to his orgasm as he brought you to your own.

"I mean it about those videos. No more."

"Starting now?" His eyes narrowed as you but your lip and pointed towards the laptop with a lift of your head, the computer set on record, and pointed towards your bed.

"You recorded us?"

"I mean you did just barge in here making demands...very sexy..." He wanted to be upset, he had every right to be. But instead, he could only scoff. As he pulled you over his lap into a straddle.

"What do you say, we make it worth their money then?"

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unloved-cadillac · 3 years ago

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Can I get a story with Levi and a child reader (Chile, hear me out) who he sort of takes care of please? Like she doesn’t have parents and found her way to the Corps somehow. She’s curious and innocent, she loves to explore. However, she’s very anxious and relies on Levi to protect her. She only comes out of her shell when he’s at her side. He seems distant, but he secretly adores her and will raise all of Hell if anything ever happens to her. Thank you!

C/n: wait! This is…adorable!! I love it! I’m just picturing baby Caddy with grumpy Levi and I almost died. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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His Girl. (Levi x Reader)

How a child managed to get into the most dangerous army regiment without being seen was a mystery to everyone. But there she was. Sitting in the kitchen, munching on bread. “Who is she?” Eren asks and Armin squats down to get a better look at her. “Don’t know. Hey there. I’m Armin. This is my friend, Eren. What’s your name?” Armin asks but she doesn’t look at him nor answer. She just stares at the bread in her hands.

“Oi! Why is everyone gathered here?! Don’t you people have duties to attend to?” A gruff voice asks and Y/n looks up to see a man. “C-Captain Levi! There’s a child here and we don’t know how she got here!” Eren stutters and Levi looks at her. She stares at him with big e/c eyes with breadcrumbs all over her face. “Tch. All of you go. I’ll sort this out.” He orders and everyone dispersed leaving him alone with her.

“Can you talk?” He asks and he sees her nod.

“What’s your name?” She plays with the bread but answers. “Y/n. Y/n L/n.”

“Alright, Y/n. Why don’t come with me and you can tell me exactly how you got here?” She nods and slowly gets up and walks to Levi. Her little legs not being able to keep up with him and he scoffs. “Come here then, brat.” He says and lifts her up and carries her to his office.

Once there, Levi sat her down on the couch and sat next to her. “How did you come here? Where’s your mom and dad?” He asks and she looks around his office. “Mommy left and daddy died.” She says nonchalantly and Levi’s eyes widen. ‘Jesus Christ.’ “Oh. Well then, how did you get here then?”

Y/n continues to look around as she swung her legs back and forth. “Horses.” She says and Levi nods. “How old are you?” She looks at him and holds up five fingers. He nods and then looks at her attire. He gets up and goes to his bedroom to get a spare t shirt for her when he feels some hug his leg. “Oi. What are you doing?” He asks looking down at her, Y/n’s eyes staring at him. “Tch. Put this on then.” He says and gives it her. She takes the shirt and plops down on the floor as she plays with it. ‘Lord have mercy.’

Levi rolls his eyes and picks her up and sits her on his bed. He removes the torn shirt she wore and looked at the marks on her tummy. “How did you get this?” He asks and she shrugs. He sighs and puts the shirt on her. “We’re going to see a friend of mine. Then I’m going to give you bath because you’re filthy.” That makes her giggle and hold his face. “Wevi.” She says and he groans. “Levi. Say “Levi”.”

“Wevi.”

He shakes his head and takes her into his arms as he begins to walk to Erwin’s office. He knocked and waited for him to answer while Y/n stared at Levi. Erwin’s door opens and Y/n flinches at the loud sound.

“Oh! Levi, hello. And who is this?” He looks at the girl in his arms and Levi enters the office and plops Y/n in the couch. “Y/n L/n.” Levi says and Erwin squats down in front of the small girl. “Hello, beautiful. I’m Erwin.” He introduces himself but Y/n only stared at Levi.

Erwin turned and faced his friend as he tried not to laugh. “I think she likes you Levi.” He teases and Levi rolls his eyes. “Tell him how you got here, brat.” He tells her and she nods. “Mommy left and daddy died. I saw horses and came here.” She says in, possibly the sweetest voice Erwin has ever heard.

“Levi she’s adorable.” Erwin smiles and pinches her cheek. Her hands touch Erwin’s eyebrows and he chuckles. “Like them?” He asks and she nods. “Caterpillars.” She mumbles and Levi resists the urge to laugh. “Alright, I’m taking her to my room. Get her cleaned up and stuff. What do you want to do with her?” Levi asks Erwin.

“Well, I’m not going to send her to the orphanage, that’s for sure. Why don’t you take care of her? I mean, we all will. She’s safe here. What do you say?” Levi rubs a hand through his hair but nods. “I don’t think I have choice, now do I?” “No not really.” Levi sighs. “Whatever. Come on, Y/n. Let’s go.”

She quickly leaves Erwin and waddles to Levi begins to walk to the door. “Uh, Levi?” Erwin calls and Levi faces him to see Erwin point down. Levi looks down to see Y/n make grabby hands to Levi and he sighs.

“Come here then.” He takes Y/n in his arms and begins to leave. “Not a word, Eyebrows.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

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Levi bathed her and watched her as she played with the bubbles he made for her. Y/n blew the bubbles and one landed on Levi’s head which made her giggle. “Haha, very funny.” He sarcastically says and drains the tub. He wipes his head and then wipes Y/n down. “Arms up.” He orders and she puts her arms up as he wipes her tummy and legs and toes. Then he wraps her in the towel and takes him to his bedroom and sets her down on the bed.

He takes a new shirt and shorts and puts it on her to see it was massive on her. “Do I have to get you new clothes now?” He asks her but she just stares at her toes. Levi sighs and makes a plan to tighten the clothes around her. He pins them together and ties the t shirt. It worked but he definitely needed to get new clothes for her.

“Hungry or sleepy?” He asks and she blinks. Her stomach growled and he hums. “Hungry it is then.” He takes her into his arms and makes his way to the mess hall. Luckily he was the first time there so he got them both food and he sat her next to him.

She ate like hadn’t for months and Levi wiped her lips. “Slowly. We don’t want you getting sick.” He says and she nods.

Slowly, the mess hall started to fill up and when Levi’s squad surrounded the table to see the little girl from earlier sitting next to their captain:

They were smitten.

“Aww hello there!”

“You’re so pretty!”

“How old are you?! How did you get here?!”

“Such chubby cheeks. Lemme pinch!”

Poor Y/n was so overwhelmed by the attention she hid in Levi’s side. “Hey! You’re all scaring her. Calm your tits.” He ordered and everyone falls silent. But then they hear giggling and Levi looks down to see Y/n sitting in his lap.

“What’s her name, Captain?” Armin asks as she looks up at Levi. “Y/n L/n. She’s an orphan and she’s going to be staying there from now on.” He says and everyone smiles. Y/n looks around to see everyone looking at her and she eats her meat. “Levi?” She calls him and looks down. “What?”

“Thirsty.”

He takes her cup of water and gives it to her. She drinks and then looks at him. “Levi?” “Yeah?” “I want to see the horses.”

“Not now. It’s late.” Levi says and finishes his tea.

“Can we play with her?” Eren asks and Levi looks at him, thinking. “Fine. I got paperwork to do anyway. But, Armin is in charge,” he looks at him, “don’t let her out of your sight.”

When Levi places her on Armin’s lap, he leaves and begins to work on his paperwork.

“So Y/n, what do you like?” Eren asks and Y/n turns her face away and cuddles Armin. “Oh my god I think my heart just busted a nut.” Connie says and Sasha slaps his head. “What?!” “Don’t speak like that in front of babies, idiot.”

Y/n jumps down from Armin and walks to a barrel to explore. Everyone watches her as she walks around the hall. But as she walked, a very tall man cowered over her. “Hello there.” Mike greets and that made her break.

She started crying and Armin rushed over to her with Eren and Mikasa. “Y/n. What happened?”

“Levi. I want Levi.” She cries out and holds her face and Armin picks her up and goes to Levi’s office as he tries to calm her down. Levi immediately opened the door and sees Y/n reaching for him. “What the hell happened?” He asks as he bounces her to calm her down. “Squad Leader Mike said hi and she just bursted out crying.” Armin explains.

“The giant was bound to do that. Thanks Armin. You can go.” He dismissed him and shuts the door as he holds Y/n. “Brat, you need to be strong. You can’t cry for everything, alright?” He speaks to her and looks down to see her fast asleep. He rolls his eyes and tucks her into his bed.

“What a pain.”

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Y/n started to fit in nicely. She loved her Aunt Hange and Uncle Erwin and even warmed up to Mike. But everyone in the Corps realized that she was only smiley and laughing if she had her protector with her. Levi had to be with her whenever she went and it was tiring because her curious mind wanted to go everywhere.

One time, he had to leave with Erwin to the city and Y/n cried the whole time he was away. Hange had to make a baby potion to help her sleep and when Levi returned, Hange almost got killed by him because she allowed her to cry.

He won’t admit it, but the brat made her way into his heart. It was the little things at first. How she always looked for him when she woke up, how she “helped” him with paperwork. By helped, she wrote squiggles. Levi even caught himself hating being apart from her. He always worried about her in his own way.

“Y/n probably would want this, huh?”

“You think Y/n likes strawberries?”

“Y/n would love that show. I have to bring her here one day.”

Erwin had to listen to his friend speak about Y/n every single time they went to the city. Not shutting up once about her. It was refreshing to hear Levi speak that much.

Y/n was the reason Levi got sleep. She had nightmares and wouldn’t fall asleep unless her Levi was there. To her, if he was next to her, he will fight all the monsters that came for her. Levi ended sleeping a full six hours and Y/n ended up in his chest.

He won’t admit, not to anyone alive, but Y/n was his girl. Levi took her to see Hange and when Hange wanted to carry her, Levi just said no. “Your hands are dirty and I just gave her a bath.”

“But I-“

“No.”

Y/n was super possessive of her Levi. She never wanted him to go anywhere without her and he just had to suck it up and take her wherever.

Not that he minded. No, not at all.

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“Genshin is taking over my life.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

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it9chi · 4 years ago

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phone inspections hc

if you went to a catholic school here in the philippines then u would know how this shit feels lmfao whack! by that i mean we werent allowed to bring phones at school unless you’ll surrender it to your teacher during first period

KAGEYAMA: doesn’t bring his phone but WILL help you hide yours. probably in the club room with his volleyball club shit. ur phone does kinda smell a bit of sweat cs of his sweaty morning practice shirt he shoved in his bag along w your phone but its no biggie cs he has once again saved your ass from getting your phone confiscated

SUNA: your go-to when you need to hide your phone. he brings his phone a lot so that means he knows where to hide it properly when theres a random inspection during class hours. you trust this mf with your phone and thats on god !! u treasure ur friendship with him cs one time he ratted out to the student council that atsumu brought his phone when atsumu did him dirty ONCE ! don’t mess with suna

ATSUMU: theres two possible outcomes if u want to hide ur phone w this mf. one either it goes according to plan or second, it doesnt. he has a record of getting his phone confiscated a lot cs HE HIDES IT IN THE MOST OBVIOUS PLACES !! like behind the chalkboard, under the table with the bible (every class has this.. unless ur from a normal school <3) and u just hit god up like “hey g its me again..” whenever u hand ur phone to him,, tho sometimes on a good day where the stars aligned the night before, he gives it to his brother who gives it to suna to hide it for y’all. the squad chillin or wtv HAHA anyways but why do u keep giving ur phone to him even if he does get caught u ask? he’s hot thats why. a himbo with some good connections aka suna and osamu

OSAMU: just like suna, he’s your go-to for phone hiding dealership. he stays in the canteen a lot so he just leaves his phone there with the canteen workers he made friends with LMFAO or he gets suna to hide it for him. a bro for a bro am i right guys? his usual phone hiding spot is just behind the trashcan where people can’t see it cs he hides it in his lunch box/bag he left behind for obvious reasons duh no shit anyway trust ur phone with him !! sometimes in return u get free food or candies too <3

SAKUSA: sometimes u cant tell if sakusa is your pal or not in these types of situations cs theres a chance he’ll snitch </3 if he did it to komori, HIS OWN BLOOD RELATIVE then how about u.. his bestie he met a few years back </3 sometimes he’d fuck with you and raise his hand when the teacher or student council mfs ask who knows anyone who brought their phones, he will RAISE HIS HAND and side eye you before looking at the people in front and ask if he could go to the restroom. he’s EVIL !!!! tho at some point when u annoyed him too much on a certain day, he did rat you out KJSHDJKSAHDASK but its sakusa u love him either way even if he’s a snitch. and we all know what snitches get right? that’s correct! they get stitches ! but in sakusas case, he gets icky sweaty hugs from cleaning the school yard as punishment ! now look who’s suffering sakusa

KUROO: he’s one the student council (probably the president lol) who looks through people’s bags or does like the body check on the students (to check if they hid it in their pockets) when its inspection time. so ur literally safe with him if hes ur pal in which in this story, you are pals!! (along w kenma duh) if kuroo wants to play god then he’ll tell you that there would be an inspection coming around at any time of the day on that day when y’all walk to school together in the morning aweee kuroo u didnt have to tell me ! but sometimes when he wants to play devil’s advocate he’d barge in your classroom first and take your bag and inspect it but he ain’t no snitch even if the phone is literally right in front of him in your bag ! he does not see <3 literally with his bangs like that. kuroo lemme move ur bang so u can see my phone thats in front of u rn

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klbwriting · 3 years ago

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Pirate’s Heart - Prologue

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairing: Kaz/female!Reader

Summary: The Galacia Islands are magical and surrounded by a protective reef. The humans and mermaids who lived among the islands were at war for decades before an uneasy treaty was made. A foolish mermaid turned pirate and an angry heir also turned pirate join forces to take down the military leader who threatens their way of life and their families.

Notes: welp, here’s another Kaz story with pirates and mermaids and I cannot wait to keep writing it

Taglist: @sixofshadowandbone @awomanwhoisupsidedown

Once upon a time there was a reef that circled a group of 12 large islands called the Galacia islands due to their cool waters. Before humans arrived the islands were home to many magical animals and plentiful resources, ruled over by loving Sea Witches and frequented by mermaids. They spent most of their lives swimming in the deep but if the spirit took them they could ask permission from the witches to explore the land, maybe even live there for a time. It was a happy time, full of laughter and life, prosperous for all life. All the islands had different types of mermaids that lived around them, their tails telling a story of where they were from. Rarely, a mermaid was born with a multicolored tail and these were considered lucky to the others in their villages and were kept guarded with hopes that they would bless their village with safe travels and a good harvest or trade.

It the soft heat of the summer, while most of the mermaids were deep in their waters to keep cool, a loud boom rang out and part of the reef that protected the islands was destroyed. In sailed three ships full of humans, some looking for treasure, some for a new life, and some for opportunity, and everything was changed.

At first the mermaids just hid, allowing the humans some space, seeing what these new creatures would do with this land. They brought in more humans, they killed the animals for fun and food, and they built ports and cities. They also began hunting the rare colored mermaids, desiring the scales from their tales for jewelry or charms. This angered the sea witches who rose up, revealing themselves and combining their powers to seal the reef again, destroying many of the ports and towns in the process. They also destroyed themselves to keep the reef intact forever and left their mermaid brethren to pick up the pieces. The humans were furious at suddenly being trapped within the reef and blamed the mermaids, sparking war between the two.

For decades the war raged, the mermaids of the deep taking down any and all ships that dared to venture into their waters, the humans hunting any sea witches that were born to prevent the mermaids from being able to walk on land with them. After nearly 100 years the two sides were at a stand still and an uneasy truce was coming to pass. However, an up and coming captain in the navy was determined to wipe out all mermaid life in revenge for the sinking of a boat his wife and child were on. His name was Pekka Rollins and he was determined to find a way to catch a mermaid and make them reveal where their leaders were from.

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Y/N was unhappy with her lot in life. She lived on the border of the largest island, called Argoes, and she was born with a multicolored tail. Her tail was even more rare, the colors were not common and completely out of typical order. Normally a tail would be many shades of red or green or blue. Y/N's tail started yellow, moved onto blue, then red, white, and finally green. She was more heavily guarded than any of the rare tails before her. When she got an opportunity to escape it was the first thing she did. She broke above water for the first time right near the boat where Pekka happened to be, scouting the area. He saw her tail and realized that this was something special. She was guarded, she would hear things from those guards about their leaders, possibly find a sea witch for him to use for her powers.

"Hello there," he said, smiling sweetly at her. Y/N noticed he was young and handsome and the first human she had really interacted with.

"Hello," she said back.

And that was the beginning of a months long romance for her. She was entranced with his tales of the human world and what amazing things they created. He would bring her trinkets, they would lay on the beach and sing songs to each other. He even made up a song about her tail that made her smile. It was perfect and soon she was hopelessly in love with him. Once he knew had her he planted a seed.

"I wish you were human, we could get married and I could truly show you the human world," he would say every time they met. In truth Y/N was already tracking down a sea witch, hoping to bribe them into giving her legs. One day when Pekka mentioned her turning human she smiled bright.

"I found a sea witch...they said if I gave them my heart and its power I could be human like you," she said. "But, I heard a rumor that you can't be in love without a heart, would you still want me if I couldn't love you?"

"What fool told you that? Love comes from the soul," he said. "Give them your heart, they will bring you to the surface right? You wouldn't swim all the way up would you?" She nodded.

"Yes, they bring you to the shore because your legs are weak at first," she said. Pekka smiled. She thought he was happy that they could finally be together, she had no idea what he was really so happy about. They made arrangements to meet the next evening in secret after she had her legs.

Y/N swam into the seaweed grove where the sea witch had made their home and summoned them. The sea witch was beautiful, with hair a fine gold and eyes black as the night sky, neither man nor woman, just magic. They were also tricky, now in hiding and rarely did anything unless given something of high value and the heart of a rare tail mermaid was something to be coveted. Their hearts were full of magic and would give the sea witch even more power. This sea witch was called Horus and once the agreement was made, sealed with an exchange of scales from the mermaid, they reached out and gripped the skin on Y/N's chest. She felt a pain that seemed eternal as the sea witch pulled her heart seemingly through her chest, leaving a jagged scare where it had once been. She felt empty now, her emotions dulled, her love for Pekka disappearing almost instantly. This should have been a sign that the love was not true, the sea witch knew this but not Y/N.

"How do you feel about your love now?" they asked, a smirk on their face. If the love was true the heart would return to the mermaid with a kiss from the object of their affection, if not then the heart remained with the sea witch for as long as they lived, which was a very long time. Y/N shrugged her shoulders and the sea witch beamed. "Don't worry my dear, when you kiss him you will feel your true love."

"Alright," Y/N said half-heartedly. This was perfect, a rare tail's heart and it would stay with Horus forever. They were ecstatic and gladly helped the mermaid to the shore.

Upon arrival Y/N's legs appeared, weak and unable to hold her up. She was in the shallows, Horus helping her further in when Pekka arrived with a squad of navy soldiers, ready to attack and kidnap the sea witch. Horus realized what was going on and abandoned Y/N, using her new found power and kill several of the soldiers before returning to the deep. Pekka was livid and grabbed Y/N, dragging her deeper into the jungle in case the mermaids that were her guards actually found her. He threw her to the ground and knelt on her naked body, holding a dagger above where her heart should have been, unaware that it was missing. She was living on magic alone now, its power infinite.

"Tell me where the sea witch went!" he demanded. She groaned out, still in pain from her heart's removal and feeling weak. He snarled at her and she was confused. He said he loved her, why was he doing this?

"Pekka...what...why?" she sputtered, trying to speak through her fog of disorientation. He pushed the dagger more to her chest, drawing some blood.

"The sea witch, how do I bring them back?" he demanded. She finally felt herself becoming right again and figured out what was happening. This was a betrayal. He had used her, led her on until she did what she wanted, lured a sea witch to the shore. Her heart's power had saved the witch and now she was going to die. Fine, what use was there to living without a heart anyway? Her feelings felt soft, dull, lifeless. She guessed she might still have a soul and that made her feel something, but not the same as having a heart.

"Just kill me already," she said, tired and ready to be rid of this pain. He scowled at her and one of the other soldiers told him to give up, the truce was signed and this would just bring around more fighting.

"Pekka, you need to get home, you know your brother's sick, his wife is pregnant, she is going to need help with Jordie and the new baby," one of his men said. Pekka glared him but realized that he was outnumbered, most of the squad was already leaving. He roared his anger at Y/N and pierced her chest, stabbing her where her heart should have been before standing and leaving her for dead. Y/N knew she wouldn't die but she couldn't go on like this, now all she could do was sleep. So she did.

#six of crows #kaz brekker x reader #kaz x reader #kazbrekker #kaz brekker #kaz #pirates heart series #pirate kaz brekker

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things-happens · 4 years ago

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In Memory

Levi Ackerman x gn! Reader

Armin Arlert x gn! Reader

Erwin Smith x gn! Reader

Mikasa Ackerman x gn! Reader

hola 😎 i have a request for ya! which i do hope you like cause I literally spent hALF aN hoUR thinking of how it should go... anyWAYS, i’m gonna request it rn cause why not? .. anyways—maybe a hc for Levi, Armin, Erwin, Mikasa, and Pieck; their S/O’s favorite memories with them are playing in their mind. They wished it happened again. people thought they (they = pieck, levi, armin - yk)—people thought they went crazy. out of their mind insane. They do often smile, when they hear their S/O’s laugh. They cry when they hear their S/O’s screams. They couldn’t save them in time. they were now dead. // now do keep in mind, that this all happened weeks after their S/O’s death. they felt so useless at the fact that they couldn’t save them in time. the one they loved the most...

Note: I DELETED THIS AND HAD TO MADE THE POST so... please like and share thank you. Also I'm not caught up on season 4 but I know what has happened so I don't know Pieck's personality, I didn't want to get her wrong.

Prompt List

Mastlister

Summary: their s/o passed, they blame themselves and other and sadly cannot cope.

Warnings: Death, Blood, Feels and Fluff Words: a lot just a lot

Levi Ackerman (Sadderdaze)

Somethings never change for Levi losing the ones he loves left and right but why did he think that would change with y/n.

During the Battle of Shiganshina, Y/n was by Levi’s side the whole time.

They always was anyways, the lone survivor of Levi’s Squad after the 57th Expansion. Years ago, they vowed the loyalty for him then again 3 years later, till death did them part.

They both lead the group of soldiers to eliminate the Beast Titan.

As the Beast began to throw rocks everyone took covered in an abandoned town, after the first-round y/n and Levi resurfaced on the roofs.

They both noticed the beast was readying for another throw, yelling for the other to go bad into cover.

“GO BACK!” Y/N yelled into their cupped hands; they still couldn’t hear them.

Levi started to run to help them, only to be held back, y/n telling him there isn’t enough time.

Levi protested only for Y/n starting to push him back down to between the houses.

Suddenly, Y/n gave him a hard push on his back making him lad down on the ground. Looking back up to his love, their leg of in a now, missing part of the roof.

Levi quickly shot back up to help them out, grabbing their hands pulling as hard as he could.

“Levi… LEVI! Please take cover, you’ll die.”

“I’m not leaving you behind… not again.”

Levi had left Y/n in charge of his squad as he joined Erwin in the 57th Expansion. Nearly dying because of the Female Titan and protecting Eren.

Y/n pulled their arm away from him, giving him one final hard push in the chest right before the rock came pass them.

“I love you” they whispered.

As Levi flew back to the ground, he held eye contact with them all of his memories going through his head, knowing that this was the last time he would see of them, forever.

As for y/n, all their memories flew through them.

Late nights with Hanjie, mornings drinking tea with Erwin and Levi.

Levi… the night of their wedding, cake, slow dancing together, then stargazing. Oh, what they’d give to do that one more time with him.

Then they were gone.

Days later, everyone was concerned about the Captain. They could hear his cries and sobs when they’d pass his room. If you’d knocked, his cries would stop, and he’d stay silent till he watched your feet leave.

Every time Hanjie would open his door to bring breakfast or dinner, they could see the hopefulness in his eyes only for them to fall. Not like he ate till he was starving and knew he had too.

Years later, as Levi slept at night, he could still hear the whisper and cries of his love. That’s all he could hear ever, yet now he hid it well.

The nights he couldn’t sleep he’d walk through the halls of the fallen soldiers. In the middle of all the paintings, was Erwin. A gold frame shining in the moon light. Next to him was y/n.

They also had a golden frame and at the top were their favorite floor in their favorite color. Whomever painted it, Levi thought they did an amazing job.

The captured the brightness of their eyes, their gloss on their hair and the perfection on their hands.

Levi sat on his knees, lightly placing his hand on theirs. Wishing he could feel them just one more time.

BONUS:

“I bet you’re not popular with the ladies…” Zeke sighed.

Levi looked down thinking about y/n for the first time since the battle. “I was popular enough…”

Armin Arlert (When Will I See You Again)

Most people admired Y/n relationship with Armin, never put a title on side thing but the two and others knew they loved each other.

And when y/n died… well it was hard on everyone.

Since Armin inherited the Colossal Titian he saw and heard y/n die with his own eyes or really with Bertholdt eyes.

They stood by Armin till the very end or what they thought was the end.

The two stood in front of the giant titan, directing him. The plan… they knew they were going to die but it was with Armin and that’s all y/n would ever want.

Bertholdt let out the burning steam, burning them alive. y/n’s eyes looked at Armin, they screamed and cried till nothing… black.

Armin on the other head was giving the Titan Serum, eating Bertholdt and becoming the monsters he hated.

From the second he woke from the shift, all he could thing of was Y/n.

Where are they?

Are they okay?

Then and dare he say naturally, the memories caved in.

Seeing through his predecessor’s eyes, he remembered his love burn to death. Hearing their caries and he saw them always looking at him.

He cried and blamed himself for their death, y/n thought they were dying together but Eren couldn’t let him live in peace.

“they died thinking they were with me.” He whispered.

He always tired to keep his resentment in around Eren and Mikasa, but everyone could here him scream in pain in the forest next to the HQ.

He used Bertholdt’s memories to see them together all the time, Sasha and Mikasa would become worried he wasn’t grieving well but soon like screams every night stop.

Instead, it was quite crying at night, which wasn’t any better for anyone.

Then they left to find the Sea, one thing that could make Armin come to peace with himself.

Reaching the ocean everyone would play and have fun their but looking down in the water, Armin could’ve sworn he saw his love looking back at him but alas he lost the sight as fast as he saw it.

He knew Y/n would and still is by his side everyday till death brought them back to each other.

Erwin Smith (My Kind of Woman)

Everyone knew Erwin as a very stoic man, a calm gentle giant but with a heart and will of Iron.

And that was true, but that was after someone not one would talk about.

Their name is Y/n, Erwin Smith’s great love.

In 845, the Survey Corps returned from an expiation, but most do not know what happened.

“Four abnormals on the right wing!” some one shouted

Erwin looked at y/n who was smiling but still looking out for themselves and others. They looked over at Erwin and smiled even wilder.

Ever since training, Y/n saw bright side of things. It was their idea to recruit the Underground rebels.

In all most a flash of lighting, rain pored down soldiers dying all around.

10 abnormals flailing around, killing and eating people.

Erwin stared behind him, watching his comrades die under his orders. Then he locked eyes with y/n as they jumped off their horse as a Titan waved its arm at her.

“Erwin!”

Y/n yelled hoping he would turn and help them, and he did, yet despite the connection they had…

It was too late, they were harshly picked and swished, screams reaching everyone’s ears. Held above the Titan’s mouth their blood poured into then as the life quickly left their eyes they were dropped into its mouth.

If it wasn’t for Levi, Erwin would’ve been died too.

Ever second since then he blamed himself, knowing if he was just a little faster.

He paid someone to make a painting of her for his office, they were his right-hand person, but others knew it was more than that.

He would cry as quite as he could for years till it was small smiles or few tears while in his office or drinking tea with Levi or Hanji.

They both learned not to question it as it was a normal thing for the man after five years.

The new recruits would ask about the painting of a random person in his office, he would say someone special.

Yet it’s been years he would still become choked up that night.

Mikasa Ackerman (i wanna be your girlfriend)

Mikasa and Y/n met in training, two people how just sat not needing to say anything to enjoy each other’s company.

Eating dinner, they’d just sit and watch everyone else bicker and talk, nothing needed to be said. Despite being Sasha’s sibling, the older one seem to get all the personality then again there was nothing wrong with the way they were.

Although being close to death of a many of times, they lived and slightly loved Mikasa and watched her grow into a beautiful women she was.

Over the years, y/n become more vocal not wanting to miss out on the moments they had left with everyone. They and Jean would bicker and laugh about dumb things, Connie and they would just sitting and reminisce on old times.

Then Sasha met Nicolo and well y/n had never more vocal about anything before.

“Oooooh the cook, he’s perfect for you.”

y/n would tease Sasha along with Jean and Connie, although Nicolo didn’t seem to mind, Sasha would turn redder than a beet!

Then the war came, Y/n didn’t leave Mikasa side unless it was to save their ether extremely brave or stupid sister.

As y/n and Mikasa run to Eren’s ad after killing the War Hammer Titan, Mikasa yells at Eren.

Y/n watches the two argue, as the War Hammer Titan stands tall and definitely not dead.

Y/n watches as it starts to shoot a crystal goop at them, Y/n wipps around slamming themselves into Mikasa, holding onto her and they both flay away from the now hardened crystal.

“thank you, y/n.”

Y/n only nodded, looking back at the crystal. Again, they themselves in danger for Mikasa but they knew if it came down to it, they would die for their family.

After the battle, everyone was on the air ship, Mikasa had left y/n with Jean, Connie and Sasha. They talked happy to see each other alive.

“You guys are really special to me.”

Next thing anyone knew, both Jean and Y/n heard rumbling from the entrance. Turning around they saw a little girl with a rifle.

y/n quickly realized she was aiming for everyone of the ship, mainly their sister. Running in front of the fire, trying to do the same thing they once saw Hanjie do years ago still the girl shot.

The bullet went straight threw y/n’s stomach; push through the pain they grabbed the gun from the girl. They butted it into the little girl’s head, knocking her out.

The adrenaline wore off, y/n put their hand on their stomach. Their hand covered in blood, they turned around to see their sister on the floor surrounded by their friends.

“Guys…” they dropped the rifle on the floor.

The word came out their mouth, everyone with tears in their eyes slowly turned to look at them.

Jean watched as the blood dripped from their suit on to the light brown flooring.

Y/n began to walk to them, waddling side to side.

Mikasa entered the room watching Y/n fall over into what was now a pool of blood. She quickly ran over, flipping them over sobbing.

Jean quickly applied pressure into the wound, but it was too late. Y/n looked up at Mikasa, their bloodied hand lightly touching her face.

Mikasa sat head on her knees, in between both Blouse graves. She could still here the raspy breaths, the yells of Jean telling them to stay awake and the laugh Eren let out seeing the dead bodies.

She’d cry at nights realizing she loved them more than a friend, she felt like a piece of her was now gone.

During dinners Mikasa would push her food around till she couldn’t sit and not laugh or sob. Armin had become worried of her, but he knew she just needed time.

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hey-there-juliet · 4 years ago

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Random Drabble Day (2/23)

Summary: First off, let me just say that this is more like a one-shot than a drabble because I'm a wordy bitch and I cannot control myself 😅

That said, I always had a hard time imagining Julie writing some of the Perfect Harmony's lyrics about herself, so I thought why not make this just another song that Luke and Julie wrote together? This is set somewhere between Finally Free and Edge of Great, in that week when Ray was stress-eating. This is supposed to fit back into the show at the end, so it might seem like a cliffhanger, but it's not.

Quick shout out to @jamestkirkish for betaing this for me! I love you and you are amazing! Any remaining mistakes are my own. And to the fabulous Sloan, for helping me out with Luke's handwriting! Enjoy 🧡

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Relationship: Juke 💜

in the great scheme of life and ghosts

No matter how many times Luke insisted that she had been snooping through his things, Julie knew for a fact that she had done no such thing. In reality, she had simply been cleaning the studio when she came across it.

For three ghosts who didn't eat and could barely even touch anything most of the time, the boys sure knew how to make a mess. Every morning Julie would walk into the studio to find the chairs or coffee table rearranged, at least one of the rugs was always askew, and the clothes... the clothes were everywhere, and the worst part was: they reeked.

And so every morning before leaving for school Julie would shoot them a stern look and tell them to pick up after themselves. Which they did - when she got back home, things were mostly in their rightful place. Still, every weekend Julie would make sure to take a moment away from homework and rehearsal to tidy the place up to perfection, just like her mom liked it. She'd dust off the furniture, water the plants, sweep the floor, and even vacuum the whole place. One Saturday when she was home alone (her dad photographing a wedding, and Carlos at a friend's house), she even went through the trouble of washing all of the guys' old clothes.

Somehow, and she didn't even want to think about how that worked, the clothes didn't stink when they were actually wearing them, but at any other moment when they made no contact with their skin? Yeah... not good. So she washed them all (three times, using every trick and product she had). She washed them a fourth time for good measure and, by the time she was finished, any traces of twenty-five year old mold was gone, and so was the smell.

So no, she was not snooping - no matter what Luke said - when she came across the crumpled paper ball between the couch and the low cabinet, just behind a big vase her mom had gotten from tía Victoria.

Julie sighed, making a mental note to tell Luke to put his discarded ideas in the bin (again) if he didn't want them anymore, when one scribbled and wrinkled word caught her attention: Perfect Ha-

She bit her lip, staring down at the teasing word. Perfect what? Was it lyrics? Maybe half formed ideas? Doodles? Julie knew Luke liked to doodle in the margins of his notebook whenever he got stuck trying to come up with the next best piece of lyric or melody. She also knew she should probably just leave it alone, put it with his stuff to ask him later if he wanted to keep it, or put it in the garbage. Except the more she glanced down at that damn word, the stronger she felt it pull her towards uncovering whatever else the crumpled paper ball was hiding.

In the end, the pull was too strong. She'd just take a quick look, make sure it wasn't anything important before she threw it away. And, she reasoned with herself, trying to squish the guilt that was making itself known in the pit of her stomach: Luke had gotten rid of it, so he clearly didn't care much for whatever was in there.

Not able to resist any longer, Julie carefully unfolded the paper, slowly making her way towards the piano and using its surface as a table to help smooth the page over.

Luke's (horrendous) handwriting covered it with the bare bones of a song, random lines were scribbled in the margins with a couple of doodles for company, and even a little note from their bassist - ‘Reggie was here ;)’.

It took her a minute before the chicken scratches became words, and then Julie's breath left her in a rush, as the guilty feeling in her stomach turned into butterflies and flew away with her imagination.

It was a song, parts of one, anyway, and - more importantly - it was a love song.

Unprompted, her own words came back to her, "Wow, Luke! I didn't know you were such a romantic." Quickly followed by Alex's short reply, "He's not."

She knew now who Unsaid Emily was really about, but these new words were clearly about a different kind of love. The romantic kind, and Julie couldn't help letting herself believe - just for a moment - that the song might be about her.

Before she could let herself be carried away in a daydream, there was a - now familiar - shift in the air, a sound almost like static, the only thing letting her know of a ghost's appearance. Without a thought, she crumpled the page again and shoved the paper ball in her pocket for later inspection.

"Hey, Julie!" Reggie's cheerful greeting sounded across the studio from where he had poofed in, and soon - with his "help," bless him - Julie was finished with her weekend clean up.

As if summoned by the end of her chores, Luke poofed in, ready to rehearse. Alex soon followed; and by the time Julie retired for the night, the song had been almost forgotten where it hid inside her pocket.

Almost.

***

After getting ready for the night, Julie settled on her bed with the wrinkled page and her dreambox. She read over the words again and again, imagining they were about her.

Step into my world,

Bittersweet love story about a girl

Shook me to the core

Voice like an angel,

I've never heard before,

You and me together, it's more than chemistry

Love me as I am

I hold your music

Here inside my hands

You are my brightest burning star

We create Perfect Harmony.

And unless Luke had been singing with another girl, there didn't seem to be many options on who it could be about, right?

From the beginning, Julie had felt something connecting her to him; to all of them, in different ways. But Luke had been the one to give her a little piece of his soul right after meeting her when he let her use Bright to earn back her spot in the music program. Seeing his passion reflecting back on her, the way he treated music like she used to, made her miss it more than anything for the first time in almost a year. It made her miss the way it felt to use music to connect with her mom.

After they spent a whole weekend finishing each other's songs and working on new ones, getting to know each other's inner workings - the part of them that bled out feelings into paper to create beautiful melodies, Julie knew she was a goner. Finding out he'd been the one to write the words that shaped her taste in rock certainly didn't help. Like he'd been helping her find her way to music long before they even met.

Her crush on him had been inevitable from the start, and while falling for him was probably one of the worst things she could’ve done, it was too late to stop it. She'd been free falling for a while, and hopefully she'd land in his arms soon enough. Reading over his words again gave Julie a warm fluttering in her stomach that made her think he was more than ready to catch her once she reached the ground.

Carefully folding the piece of paper, she put it inside her dreambox, then placed the box back on the shelf.

***

The following week went by without any hiccups. Every once in a while, Julie would remember Luke's song and a familiar warmth would fill her up, leaving a soft smile on her lips and glazed eyes staring off at nothing. Just as often, Flynn would have to shake her out of her daydreams.

She didn't think much would come of it until her dad decided to throw the band a party so he could film them and post their video on YouTube. Which was fine. Amazing, even. It was most certainly great! Until Luke came to the school, staring at her with his stupid, beautiful, awed eyes, and with his soft, perfect smile, saying things that made her combust and melt, all at the same time.

"I think you make me a better writer."

"I think we make each other better."

Calling Nick 'Luke' was bad enough, but slipping into a complete musical sequence as she danced with him? "Goner" didn't even begin to describe her.

Like the other times they'd written together, the lyrics flowed through her, finishing the song he'd started with the same ease as one would take a breath.

Julie knew that whatever was going on between her and Luke couldn't happen or, if it did, it couldn't last. In fact, in the great scheme of life and ghosts, she didn't know much, but what she did know was that - be it in life or in death - love was constant.

He didn't need to have a heartbeat or to be able to touch her for her to love him. He was just as real to her as the next person, and whether it would hurt in the long run or not, it didn't matter.

She knew Flynn was only looking out for her, but that ship had sailed, and Julie was already so lost in his ocean eyes that avoiding eye contact wasn't going to bring it back. She would entertain her though, even knowing it wouldn't work. Just like the tide, eventually he'd pull her right back in.

She could love him just as he was, for however long they had together, and especially after that.

End notes: I hope you guys enjoyed it! And, if you'll notice, at the beginning it kind of gives off the impression that Luke eventually finds out about the song and Julie tells him how she found it. Which may or may not lead you to believe that they're in a relationship. I guess it all depends on interpretation though ;)

Oh, also! Shout out to the chaos squad folks that guessed right! You guys are no fun :( /j lmao

#RDD #23 by 23 challenge #fanfic #mine #jatp #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #juke #jukebox #julie x luke #fic recs

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sevens-evan · 4 years ago

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Hey, I know I'm late but catradora 23 for the prompts list if you're feelin it. Love your fics!

superhero/supervillain au supremacy

Adora doesn’t expect to make it out alive.

She’d been warned about the bomb with literal hours to spare, and warned by the bomber herself, oddly enough. It’s planted in a police station downtown, in the basement, and they’d had time to evacuate every single person in the block before Adora went down to try to disarm it. The police had tried to convince her to let the bomb squad handle it; Adora had refused. She has Bow in her earpiece, and she’s yet to run into a piece of tech he can’t reverse engineer off a few photos and a detailed description.

Besides, if the bomb does go off, Adora might survive. She has a better chance than any normal human, at any rate, with her magically enhanced skin. Not a good chance, but at least a chance.

When Adora gets down into the basement and her earpiece fills with static, she mentally takes that chance and throws it out.

Without Bow, there’s no way Adora can defuse the bomb. But she’s seen this particular bomber’s work before, and even with the block evacuated, Adora doesn’t trust it not to kill people. There are police outside, a few reporters, bystanders gawking from behind the police tape line. All of them are in danger, unless Adora does something. Defuses the bomb, or throws herself over it, takes the blast with her own body.

That would kill her for sure. But Adora knows what her body can take, and if it comes down to it, her own death could prevent somebody else’s. So Adora stays in the basement, staring down at the wires attached to the bomb and praying that whatever’s jamming her signal to Bow will stop before the timer ticks down to zero.

“What are you still doing in here?” The voice comes from behind her, and Adora whirls around to face its source.

It’s the bomber. She’s dressed as she has been every time Adora has crossed paths with her: black spandex and maroon body armor, her whole head hidden beneath a black helmet that curves back into two points, almost like ears. The purple eyes of the helmet glow in the low light of the basement, and the voice modulator the bomber is using makes her sound robotic and dead. She hardly seems human, if not for the way her arms are crossed, fingers digging into her own biceps like she’s angry, or frustrated.

“You,” Adora says. She never calls the woman by name—she doesn’t know her real name, and she thinks that the media’s insistence on calling her Catwoman is both cartoonish and unimaginative. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“That thing is going to go off, She-ra,” the woman says, gesturing at the bomb. “There’s nothing you can do about it. Go.”

“I’ll disarm it,” Adora says. The woman tilts her head, and the glowing eyes of her helmet seem to narrow.

“You might,” she agrees, “if the signal jammer I hid inside the wall stops working suddenly. Otherwise you’re going to be doing it without your little friend in your ear, and for some reason I doubt you have the expertise.” Adora grits her teeth. She wants to ask how the woman can possibly know about Bow, but she doesn’t have the time to waste.

“Either try to stop me or leave,” Adora says, and, in a move that is probably very stupid, she turns her back to the bomber. She kind of expects an immediate attack. She doesn’t get one. The woman lets out a frustrated huff, which sounds like an electric sizzle through her voice modulator.

“It’ll kill you, dumbass,” she says.

“That’s a price I’m willing to pay.”

“For what?” The woman sounds angry now, and...familiar? Something about her tone, even through the modulator...

“I’m not explaining my plans to you,” Adora says, turning back around. “Get out of here before it kills you, too.” The woman makes an aggravated noise, stomps her foot, and pulls her gun.

Adora doesn’t have time to defend herself before a dart lands in her neck.

When she wakes up, she sees the sky. It’s a beautiful day in Bright Moon, sunny and bright with the occasional fluffy white cloud passing by. The light immediately gives her a headache, and she rolls onto her side, groaning in irritation.

“Welcome back,” a voice says, and Adora remembers how she ended up passed out on a rooftop. She tries to jump to her feet, but she can’t quite balance, and she ends up on her hands and knees, glaring at the source of the voice. The woman is sitting a few feet away, her feet dangling off the edge of the rooftop, looking back over her shoulder at Adora.

“You drugged me,” Adora says. It comes out sounding a little offended.

“It was that or let you kill yourself,” the woman says.

“Wouldn’t that solve a lot of your problems?” The woman doesn’t answer. "Why did you save me, anyway? We’re enemies.”

“Yeah, I know,” the woman says. “I just didn’t wanna see your guts splattered all over the bomb crater.”

“But you’re fine seeing someone else’s?” Adora says. The woman looks away, down towards her own feet, and crosses her arms in front of her. The move had looked angry in the police station basement, but now, from what Adora can see, it’s...sad? The woman’s shoulders are slumped, her head down.

“Nobody died,” she says. “I’m good at what I do. That bomb destroyed the police station and absolutely nothing else.” Adora blinks, processing that information. Between the extensive warning she had been given about the bomb, and the way it was apparently engineered to only destroy its target...Adora wonders if this woman actually wants to kill anyone. It certainly doesn’t seem like it.

“Just tell me why you did it,” Adora says. “Why did you save me?” The woman groans.

“For fuck’s sake,” she says. “Because I’m in love with you, okay? And I don’t want you to die.”

...What?

Adora has no idea what to say to that, but her mouth settles on, “You don’t even know who I am.” The woman laughs. Halfway through, her voice modulator shuts off, and her laugh comes out unfiltered: raspy, sarcastic, familiar.

An impossible fear settles itself in Adora’s chest.

The woman reaches up and lifts off her helmet, revealing short, messy brown hair and a nasty-looking scar on the back of her neck. Then she turns her head, and Adora’s heart stops.

That laugh isn’t just familiar. It’s the laugh that Adora grew up with, fell in love with, hasn’t heard in almost six years. It’s—

“Catra,” Adora says—whispers. Catra smiles at her.

“Hey, Adora.”

#catradora #catra #adora #spop #my fics #fic: catradora #perhaps i could get some reblogs for this one.#i like it a lot #please.#gimme-tea-bitch #answered

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The Leash (Part 1)

Summary: Your rescue was supposed to be as smooth as these missions can be. However very quickly, Tobirama faces off against an enemy that has no form, color or smell - and time is running short, very fast. Unless he figures out what truly holds you hostage, your life will be lost. Warnings (for the finished work): Blood, illness, descriptions of heavy injuries and graphic violence, torture (both depicted and implied), needles, morally grey territory, human experimentation, panic attacks, character death ~6800 words (this chapter, finished work: 80.000) Disclaimer below the cut!

DISCLAIMER! This is a purely self-indulgent work I didn’t think I’d publish anywhere - but ultimately, if just one other person enjoyed this, it’d be worth it, right?. However, all of this is catering entirely to what I was feeling at the time of writing this (I’m the biggest sucker for hurt/comfort). It’s fairly possible the plot seems short on breath at times and even confusing because to me it just… made sense. I had a string of scenes I wanted to write and so I did, if that makes sense.

Now for a more technical thing - I took a fair amount of liberty with all the ‘lore’ that is offered in the original work. I’m a huge high/fantasy fan and I believe you’ll notice with how chakra is used here. Also my personal headcanons for Tobirama, uh-huh. There is gonna be SCIENCE… and science-y work… uh-huuuuh... _______________ He practically flew past the trees. His heart pounded in his ears, but it wasn't exhaustion. What fuelled his movements was sheer desperation. And ire. Ice-cold fury burning against those that had taken from him what was amongst the most precious beings in his life. How could he have allowed for this to happen? If only he had paid closer attention. If only he had been there with you, he'd have prevented this, he'd have protected you - such thoughts were futile now. He wouldn't dwell on them anyhow, he was too consumed with ending the increasingly despairing search for you. They would come back at him later no doubt, but Tobirama would devote every single fiber of his very being to bringing you back to safety. Though he tried not to think of it - he knew, they hardly kept you in a cell only. It only made his blood boil more. The news of your MIA-status had hit him nearly like the death of his brothers had, many years ago. Beneath his feet, the floor had been ripped away for a moment, a punch to the gut that left him breathless. His love, in the hands of an enemy village that was not known for treating prisoners kindly. Your high status in Konoha no doubt aggravated the situation. A woke mind like Tobirama's would paint a gruesome picture of the fate that might befall you, and his stomach roiled. The cruel logic behind the action, the tactical approach - something he himself might have thought of. That made it worse. "We will find her," Hashirama had assured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. His gaze had fixated on his brother. He clenched his teeth. "Of course we will - I will not rest until she's back here, anija," he had replied, no, growled. A fierce promise which he intended to keep, no matter what. Hashirama was unfazed by the sincerity of the statement. "Neither will I," he promised. Then his brows had knitted in a way Tobirama did not like at all. His brother was about to say something of which he thought Tobirama might not appreciate it. "She is strong, Tobira-", "I know she is," he snapped back at him, "But she will not suffer for a second longer than she has to." Hashirama closed his eyes. "No, she will not." That had been weeks ago, now. Weeks in which Tobirama's desperation had grown by each passing day. Silently he had wondered if he had ever been in more distress to accomplish a mission before. He'd have to go with no. And progress was agonizingly slow. The enemy knew well to hide their traces, and even for his superior sensor skills, the trail was faint. Barely a whisper in the lush forests of the north-west parts Fire country. The sheer difficulty of the task made him almost balk. Almost. The truth was it worried him. He never found himself deteriorating himself in any way before, even when his own life had hung in the balance. The higher the stakes, the more collected he was. But now? Now he felt he was racing against a clock. And time was running out. For even your beautifully strong mind might break eventually. And he knew what happens to enemies that have no use anymore. The thought choked him at night. To never hold your warm body against his anymore - No. He would succeed. They had picked up on their trail, finally. He clenched his teeth. They would not get away. Tobirama just needed a single thread to unravel this knot and then follow it through the labyrinth, back to you. He rose a hand to bring the squad to a halt - composed of his brother and a couple of experienced jonin of the village, all long-standing comrades. Some even from the warring states period. He closed his eyes to touch the ground and send a pulse of chakra through the area, letting his sensor abilities give him an overview of the signatures in the area. Besides the overwhelming presence of his brother right next to him as well as the far more mute team members around, all he found was animals. Except - "To the east." His voice was devoid of anything except steely urgency.He didn't even look back to check if everyone kept in formation as they followed him. Finely tuned sensory skills had locked in on his target; an unknown chakra signature. Humanoid. In an area where no travellers should pass for there were no connecting roads, no villages to visit. It was what had led them here initially: traces of chakra where there should be none. You were here. Tobirama just knew. If only he had branded you with the hiraishin seal. A regret that festered in his heart in a most painful way. How careless. How stupid. He shoved it aside for later. It was useless now. They enclosed around the signature that soon proved to be not just humanoid, but human indeed. Naturally, they wouldn't give up on the element of surprise. And there still was a slight chance this might just be a civilian. A child, even. Tobirama didn't believe that. Maybe he didn't want to. But as soon as they had a line of sight on the target, walking on a narrow path in the woods - he just knew. This was a Hidden Stone Village Spy. No doubt scouting for any intruders near their hideout. Where they kept you. Tobirama bristled with white-hot rage as soon as the target was in viewing range. Almost, he directly lunged for the man dressed in inconspicuous, earthen-colored clothes. Almost. The team had spread around, hidden in the trees. Hashirama beat him to hailing the stranger. "Greetings," he announced amicably, arms spread, trademark smile. How he was still like this was beyond Tobirama. As gingerly as the First approached, as stormy his brother followed - scowling in such a condemning way the man flinched away. "G-greetings," he stuttered, eyes trained on Tobirama who was well aware of what he looked like now. Good. Let that man be scared. He well should be. His armor clanked as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, eyes narrowed to slits, assessing. "May I ask, what brings a man such as yourself to this remote area of the Fire country?", Hashirama inquired, ever friendly, slowly enclosing. "H-herbs," the man was quick to answer, still not looking away from Tobirama. Damn, that answer was sensible - almost. "Is that so? Then where are your gathering utensils? Bag? Or did you intend to rip it all out with your bare hands and stuff your pants full of it all?", Tobirama spat back, the undertone of his voice a perfectly fine, icy growl. Hashirama turned around to give his brother an incredulous gaze. Tobirama snorted. As if that was the worst he had ever said. The logic of his argument was sound nonetheless."I-I-I h-h-have t-t-them o-o-o-ver t-t-there," the man stammered, backing off slowly, lip quivering. He pointed to the trees - where some of the team hid. Perfect, Tobirama figured. Hashirama threw both hands up immediately in an apologetic manner. "Oh, don't worry, please! You must excuse my brother," he approached the man slowly, much like a one would a startled animal. The stranger wasn't swayed. He kept backing off. Then, he started to make a run. That was all the confirmation he needed. Immediately, Tobirama snatched a branded kunai from his satchel and threw it after the man with full force, uncaring if it might hit him - and a second later, the world lurched and he landed right beside him, where the weapon had buried itself in the ground. Swiftly, he tackled the man into the side, sending him off balance and into the ground. Another few finger signals later, a shadow clone of his had picked his target up, restraining his arms behind his back with one hand and securing the head with the other. "Tobirama!", Hashirama called out, no longer bothering to hide his fury. Already, he began to run over. Tobirama ignored him. "Search the area he pointed at for gathering utensils!", he shouted, seemingly at nowhere. Then his scarlet gaze was back on the man in front of him, arms crossing in front of his chest again. "Pray they find them," he spat. With a deep sigh and a shake of his head, Hashirama came to a halt next to him. "There was no need to-" "Shut up!", Tobirama didn't even spare him a glance. His brother sighed again, now in full kicked-puppy mode. Tobirama's anger flared again. He had no time for these antics. They needed to interrogate this man, now, and then continue with the information. "Lord Hokage!", a call echoed through the forest. Tobirama's head snapped around. One of the jonin returned. Kaori held up a satchel - but her mien was grave. A chill ran down Tobirama's spine. Had he made a mistake? His gaze swayed to the man who started to squirm against his clone's vice hold, earning him only a more bruising treatment. "What's in there?", he demanded immediately, ignoring the fact she had addressed Hashirama, actually. She turned the bag upside down, pouring the contents on the ground. Kunai, flares, paper bombs. Tobirama's heartbeat thrummed in his ears. He took a decisive step towards the man who suddenly had become very still. Hashirama backed off. Wisely. "Start talking. Now." A dangerous undercurrent leaked into his icy tone. The man stared back, defiantly. "Fine." Tobirama's patience had worn out. He was by no means a master of interrogation techniques - but he knew ways to amplify the intensity of a mental assault. He'd have no qualms using every bit of his ability on this person. Already, his clone was moving the man towards one of the trees. Brutally, he wrestled both arms above his head while pinning him against the trunk. Tobirama meanwhile had picked up the branded kunai he had thrown after the stranger earlier. When his clone had both palms aligned over one another he rammed the blade through the flesh. A scream accompanied the sickening crunch as steel forced itself past the metacarpal bones. Blood trickled down the arms of the man whose eyes were wide now. Behind Tobirama, his brother and the squad had gathered at a respectable distance. They didn't say a word. Either they didn't dare, or they had accepted one of them had to take up the tainting burden of the acts that were to follow. Tobirama didn't care at all for that. His mien was ice-cold, his glare as threatening as his intent towards the poor victim. He let his clone disappear. His hand slapped down on the man's scalp, closing his eyes. His chakra wound through the man's network like a snake in prey's den. Viciously, the man fought back, but the pain he had inflicted disrupted his focus. Good. Tobirama focused his own chakra to assault the vault with the information he desperately needed - the mind. Distantly, he heard a loud, anguished scream. A shudder went through the whole of the network, another attempt to buck the intruder off and out of his mind. Tobirama clenched his teeth. Already, he knew the man's chakra reserve was far inferior to his own - he might as well be able to simply overpower him much in a way that might best be described as metaphorical curb stomping. But that bore the risk of impairing the information stored in his mind. Very well, then. He reached into his satchel, procuring a second kunai. The man barely had time to register what Tobirama was doing before the weapon buried itself in his right forearm, hailed by another anguished scream that rang through an eerily calm forest. Tobirama stared him dead in the eye with a glance devoid of any emotion as he gave the weapon, nicely lodged between radius and ulna, a twist. A snap was heard. The scream intensified - then it broke off. The man huffed. "I won't tell you anything!", he shouted, panting, face red by the blood that was dripping down. "How very wrong you are." Tobirama sounded perfectly dejected, raising his hand again to once more assault the man's mind. Who laughed in reply."You think that will make me break?", he spat, "You'll never get that bitch back!" He threw his head back, laughing. Tobirama closed his eyes. His head was swimming with white-hot rage. In a moment of weakness, his mind painted deliciously cruel ways in which he might harm this man, kill him even - ways so despicable that for a moment, he was disgusted by himself, even. Distantly, surprised he’d stoop so low. They were just thoughts, anyway. Yet his body became numb besides ire and every fiber of his being felt like bellowing his rage at this man while he mangled his body beyond recognition for the sheer mention of you. "What you're doing to me is a joke compared to what we do to her, day in, day out," he continued then, finishing with the audacity to spit at Tobirama's white fur collar. "Oh, shit," he heard Kaori mumble behind him. Not a second later, Tobirama raised his leg and kicked with full force against the left thigh of the man, aiming for the femur. The snap was audible, the pain amplified by the way he sacked against the impaling hold of the kunai above his head. The scream was harrowing. But Tobirama wasn't finished. He raised his leg again. The right femur snapped just like the left one had, the howls of the man becoming incoherent screams of anguish, paused only by gasping for breath. Cruelly, the kunai had begun to further cut open his palms and his forearm as his legs wouldn't hold his body's weight anymore due to sheer pain. "Tobirama," a voice called out to him. Hashirama. His tone carried a warning. He didn't have the information yet. He needed the information first. He needed to know where you were. Now. With his heart hammering in his chest, he raised his arm again and grabbed the man's scalp again. This time, his assault was different than the first time. Not a pointed stab of chakra after winding his way through his network - this time, Tobirama let his presence suffocate the man from the inside. His network was a mess anyway - the pain was heavily impairing his control of his chakra now and Tobirama's own gargantuan chakra moved over his like a cruel invader, sparing no mercy for how mentally painful this was to him, how he must feel like being suffocated from the inside out by someone else. Distantly, the screams had picked up again. Tobirama let his chakra encircle around the man's mind; the brain - then he pulled closer. And closer. The man must have felt like someone was sawing his skull open. A few more seconds - then it was over. The fight inside stilled completely, and his victim had given in and him free reign to access every memory of the man. A millisecond later, Tobirama halted his assault and began to assess the information. Instantly, Tobirama knew this man's name was Akio, he was the youngest member of the newly formed Hidden Stone village's espionage team. He tossed that aside quickly to rip open the figurative drawer that held all the information about this mission. He knew, then. He knew it all. Where you were kept - what they had done to you. Well, all that Akio knew of. He wasn't one of the interrogators. Through his memories, he saw your face. Anguished, gaunt. But defiant. Alive. There was time, yet. Even though these memories made Tobirama tremble. It hit him with a force that nearly knocked the air out of his lungs simply for how heart-wrenching it was. He opened his eyes again to find the man limp against the bloodied tree. He gazed at his own palm, balling it to a fist. It shook. His heartbeat was all he heard. All of himself was entirely stiff and still from the sheer, utter rage that had completely become him. Again and again, the Akio's memories thrummed through Tobirama's skull, and with them, your screams of pain, your anguish, your whimpers of pain. Slowly, the scarlet eyes settled on the sorry excuse of an enemy in front of him. He didn't feel a shred of pity- "Tobirama!", a stern voice ripped him out of the tunnel of his emotions. His head turned to find Hashirama next to him now. "Enough, brother," he said - no, commanded. His hand had gripped Tobirama's wrist. Slowly, the fires of ire within were simmering down if just by the calming presence of his brother. Objectivity returned to Tobirama's mind, piece by piece. But no shred of regret. Or disgust. Objective accomplished. That he knew. "You have the information, no?", Hashirama pushed again, not letting up on the unmistakable sternness of his own tone. "I do." Tobirama's own voice was calm, collected. In a grotesque contrast to the atrocity he had just committed. In fact, clarity was settling in - his focus restored, though haunted. Perfectly in control, but still driven by desperate urgency. If anything, said urgency had kicked up a notch now.He had his target now. "Kaori, Daichi," Hashirama called, nodding for Akio. "Stabilise him and take him as prisoner back to Konoha." They confirmed their order and began their work. Tobirama turned around, not sparing the man another look. Luckily he also knew the enemy's numbers and their capabilities, roughly, from Akio's memories. They'd be no match for him and his brother, let alone with their jonin as backup. Soon, you'd be safe again. __________ The hideout was - befitting for shinobi of the Hidden Stone village - underground. Concealed so well that without the information coerced out of Akio, it would have been impossible to find. Tobirama had to give them that. But now they did not just know where it was located, but also how to get in without setting one of the deadly traps they had laced each of the two entries with. Smart. Akio had also been so generous to provide them with a mental map of the place, of course - functional it was, a narrow corridor, just a couple of rooms. Sleeping and living quarters, a weapons and supply chamber which also seemed to serve as a tactical planning room - and finally, the place Tobirama felt physically drawn to. The interrogation chamber. Adjoined, a holding cell fitted to be bereft of any chakra. Just another form of sensory deprivation. He could barely restrain himself from rushing in there full force and eliminate any obstacle in his way. He knew in this very moment, this very second, you were down there, suffering - and the thought wound around his chest and squeezed until his breaths came uneven and his heart stuttered. Until he believed to be in physical pain. But Tobirama also knew how precarious the situation was. The team had gathered at a respectful distance to discuss their plan. Time was running short. They soon would search for Akio, and if they so much as caught a whiff of their presence, you'd slip from his grasp again as they’d flee. Or worse, they might kill you. Tobirama would sooner die himself than allow for that to happen - the mere notion let the blood freeze in his veins. At the very least, it did well to reign himself in. Still, his mind, one thing about the course of action was clear. No mercy. At the very least, they were enemies to the village. "We can easily overpower them. Use the element of surprise, and be fast in and out. I know their numbers and capabilities, roughly." Tobirama crossed his arms in front of his chest. His face was drawn in a deep frown. "That is correct," Hashirama answered evenly, holding his brother's icy glare. Probably the only person around here to do so with ease, Tobirama found. His patience for more faint-hearted had been long gone. "But you mustn't forget that Y/n is down here too-" "I assure you, anija, I am not," Tobirama spat back, knuckles white from how hard he gripped the fabric of his undergarment on his arms. His nostrils flared from the sharp breath he took, offended his brother might even think he’d forget this. "They could use her as a living shield." Hashirama was completely unfazed by Tobirama's hostility. He probably had gotten used to it at this point, in a pitiful way - his brother's predicament pained him as much as your fate did, Tobirama knew. After all, Hashirama was the gentle soul out of the two of them. That wouldn't extend Tobirama's patience, but still. "And you seriously think I don't consider that?", Tobirama huffed, through clenched teeth. Desperation was leaking into his voice more than anger did. The team held a respectful distance at this point. "There is no other way, Hashirama." "There is," he replied far too quickly for Tobirama's liking. "Enlighten me then, please." He took a deep breath, seemingly well aware his next words will not sit well with his younger brother. "We offer them to leave for their home if they release Y/n without a fight." Tobirama's eyes widened. "You must be joking." The mere notion - "After what they did-" he scowled - his voice low, dangerous. The all too familiar rage was roaring within him again, his heart pounding high in his chest. "You haven't seen what I've seen!" his voice bordered a shout, as much as secrecy would allow for right now. Without ever having wanted to, he had taken a step towards his brother, arms outstretched. They were trembling again. He balled his fist. What on earth was Hashirama thinking? "It would be safest for her," he replied evenly, not backing off a single inch. His calmness was unnerving Tobirama even more. He actually seemed to consider this a good plan - "Safest? Safest? What if they slit her throat before my very eyes to let her see me fail her ultimately? Did you consider that in your clever approach?!" Tobirama's voice had risen in volume, but even now, he was aware they were to be hidden still. But the mental image was burned into his mind, now. Your eyes - panicked first, then growing dull as the realisation of being forsaken kicked in. And then, lifelessly gazing at him. That was almost too much for Tobirama to take and the white-hot rage burned so intensely, it felt as unbearable as the thought of losing you while being so close to getting you back. The thought of all the agony you had gone through. Hashirama took a decisive step forward then, placing a hand on Tobirama's shoulderguard. "We won't lose her, Tobirama," he spoke with such conviction, Tobirama was glad to latch onto it if just to escape the dark place his mind was at now. He needed to focus. For you. He shook his head as though to free himself of emotional turmoil, momentarily. "They're still enemies to the village, trespassing in our protected country and guilty of torturing our own. We cannot let them go unpunished." His baritone voice nearly shook towards the end. Hashirama pondered before he sighed deeply. "Very well." Tobirama took a deep breath, then crossed his arms again. "We will use what means of surveillance we have at hand to locate each of them before entering. Preferably when," he cleared his throat uncomfortably and forced himself to speak the next select words neutrally and calmly, "Y/n isn't being tortured. They won't be as close to her. Then we incapacitate them swiftly before they can get to her. The hideout is small. It should be easy to corner them before they can get to her." He needed to take a few more deep breaths, closing his eyes. A hand rubbed over his forehead and happuri absent-mindedly. This plan had to work. It just had. Tobirama wouldn't compromise more, anyway. Hashirama nodded then, turning towards the squad. "Everyone heard him. Let's go." Surveillance proved to be more difficult than they had expected. With Akio's information, they knew how to approach, but the hideout was secured from sensory scanning, of course. Which meant Tobirama was as good as blind, unless he got inside. That was out of question. It turned out their only means of getting inside views were the bugs of Hoshiko Aburame, who was more than eager to show off her newly joined clan's capabilities. And amazing they were, Tobirama found. Not half an hour later, they knew the enemy currently kept to the living quarters of the underground hideout, and the interrogation chamber was empty. You were in the cell, just as expected. The news made Tobirama's heart stutter again, but he reigned himself in quickly now. His focus was required now, even though he itched to rush in there like he never had before. You were right there, alive, breathing. Alone, suffering. He wanted nothing more than to save you from all that, posthaste. Frankly the timing was just too perfect. They had to act now. And they did. Swiftly, and without mercy. They split in two groups to enter the hideout from each entrance, dancing around the traps like only a member of the Hidden Stone shinobi team could. When Tobirama heard their voices, their laughter from the chamber - he saw red. But much more than to punish them, he wanted to take the other turn - through the interrogation chamber, to your cell. Hashirama had explicitly forbidden him to. Tobirama knew, too - the enemy needed to be subdued first. You were not being tortured right now. He needed to be calm and logical now; his help was needed in the fight - you just needed to hang on a little longer. Just a tiny bit. He was almost there, with you again. The battle inside the chamber was atrocious as one might expect from such close quarters and a force such as their own. Tobirama's water release mowed through their earthen defenses as they tried to use the surroundings to their advantage with their expert knowledge of Earth jutsu - though quickly, he had to give way to his brother's wood release lest he'd flood the chamber completely. The squad each had engaged with an enemy personally, the clashes of blades echoed through the room, incantations were shouted, chakra released left and right. No matter, he figured, he was still lethal enough without his water release. With his ice-cold burning ire, he lunged for a very particular enemy: the shinobi he knew had been responsible for your torture, mostly. He just needed to recall Akio's memories of you: what they had done to you, what you looked like. Tobirama's precision was meticulous and deadly, in every way. Later, those who bore witness to the fight uttered words of fright for how the First's brother had been back then - a stern reminder never to cross this man. Tobirama's precision to kill was ruthless, chilling. Parrying maneuvers of his target where punished not just with a clash of metal but the slicing of muscles and nerves. Undeniably he did not just fight the torture master - his target was punished for every mistake in this fight. As soon as the opening for a kill offered itself, Tobirama struck without mercy. The blind rage started boiling inside him more, numbing his body to a point he was sure he wouldn't feel anything despite ire anymore. And the deep desire to get back to you. This battle was taking too long. All throughout it, Tobirama kept his sensory skills trained on the whole underground complex - and especially so on the door that led outside, to you. He would not allow for a single person to leave this room and make a run for you, or outside for that manner. Not that anyone got the chance. Soon, the Stone shinobi were decimated to a number far smaller than the Konoha team, and they realised they were being overpowered - swiftly. But there was no escaping any more. Briefly, Hashirama had entertained taking them prisoner prior to starting their assault - much to Tobirama’s annoyance. Lethal force would be simpler and faster, he argued. Another team member, Taro, had made a more sensible objection then - he doubted they'd surrender and it was questionable if they would manage to subdue them if they didn't. Well, trust Hashirama to make it possible anyway. With his wood release, he managed to ensnare them, an unmistakable sign to the rest of the squad. Fine, then. They might hold valuable information, anyway. Tobirama turned around on his heel to do what he had been wanting to do from the start. He broke down the door towards the interrogation chamber with no grace, clenching his teeth when he laid eyes on the inside. There was a table fitted with restrains - and blood. Dried blood. Your blood. His throat went dry. A flickering gaze wandered over the walls where various tools were stored, all of them kept in neat shape. Drills, saws, irons - he closed his eyes. He couldn't - he didn't want to see that anymore, now. His heart hurt, his body trembled again with sheer rage. How could he allow for this to happen in the first place? He opened his eyes again, bearing the ache the sight brought him. Briefly, his scarlet eyes wandered left and right to find more utensils: drugs. More refined tools, possibly to inflict damage to the chakra network of the victim. Various vials filled with substances, very possibly used to alter perception of reality and make a person more susceptible to torture. Bile rose in his throat. Enough of that. With a few decisive steps, he rounded the table to finally find himself in front of your door. He stared down at his shaking hand before he opened it. He was sure his heart would jump out of his chest at any moment now. The door swung open inaudibly. The room beyond was just illuminated by the dim lights coming from behind Tobirama. When his gaze found you again for the first time in weeks, he nearly fell to his knees. You were curled up in the far corner of the tiny cell, dressed in rags. Your form looked far too delicate - far too gaunt. You were shivering, your hands covered your face and your head. There were bruises on your pale skin. Tobirama swallowed a heavy lump down his throat. A prickling sensation formed in his eyes. He blinked. Wetness rolled down his cheeks. He wiped swiftly at it with his sleeve. "Y/n," he spoke, incredibly softly, entering slowly, as though you might disappear if he were too hasty. He, who was covered in blood - his fine fur collar ruffled, sprayed red. The epitome of violence. You stirred. Flailed. Slow at first, as though you had to work through a haze. To hear a voice beside that of your tormentor - it must frighten you, or so Tobirama thought. Your gaze - your gaze was the worst. It was wide-eyed, devoid of your lively spark. Haunted. Tormented. The ache inside his heart was a physically painful sensation now within his chest. Tears rolled down his cheeks again, but he did not sob. All that ran through him was the fine tremor of despair; of having finally gotten you back and yet being confronted with the reality of your capture. Tobirama knelt down near your side very slowly, just in arms reach but at a respectful distance yet. Frankly he wanted to sweep you up in his arms, kiss you and never let go of you again - but he knew better than that. Recognition had not yet settled into your gaze again. There was fear in them. It continued to feed into the ache inside his chest. It was them - they had done this to you. "Y/n," he whispered your name again, tenderly, in a desperate hope of waking your memory. Your gaze was wild as you straightened yourself against the corner, boney knees tucked towards your body as quivering hands steadied yourself. "N-No...", your raspy, quiet voice stuttered. The abuse it had suffered was evident - for quite some time, you had done nothing with it but scream, Tobirama concluded. His teeth clenched down so hard, his jaw hurt. More tears smeared his facial paint. "I'm here, my love," he finally stammered out. Your eyes glistened. More violent shivers ran through your body. Tobirama subconsciously shifted closer. He needed to comfort you, to hold you - to do anything to ease your discomfort. To help you out of wherever your mind was right now. "I- I've broken, have I?", you suddenly croaked, "They gotten into me, now they're using you to torture me-" - you threw your head back against the stone wall with an audible thud. The sound made Tobirama shudder - that must have hurt you. But it was nothing compared to your words - he understood now. You thought he was part of a genjutsu. The cruel, cruel logic behind that - his eyes wandered downwards momentarily, and he couldn't stop the broken huff that snuffed out any sob he might have made. In his crouched stance, he wiped his palm over his face. You, his beautiful woman, the love of his life - in shambles, all due to his incompetence to keep you safe. He drew a ragged breath. All he now could do was to make up for it by getting you away from here - making you realise he really was here - and keep you safe now. Ensure you'd heal. "No, my love," he answered finally, letting his own agony break into his voice that had become a husky whisper while two scarlet eyes gave you a sad, sad look. "This is real. I'm here, you're safe now. It's over. You're safe now." Signing the genjutsu release in here was pointless - the room was designed to be void of chakra. In fact, Tobirama had not even noticed when he entered - he had been too concerned with you. That realisation now was disturbing - how careless of him - but he very much felt deaf in here for his sensory skills were blocked. No chakra would leave his body, at all. It was an oppressive feeling. To think you had been in here for weeks - You kept staring at him with wide eyes. Uncertainty had settled into your gaze. Tobirama knew he needed to keep leading you out of the darkness now. He inched closer, very slowly. His glance he kept locked with yours, attentive of any sign of fear or hesitation. The last thing he wanted to do was overstep your boundaries now. You remained still. Finally, he was right beside you, kneeling. He was shaking again. As were you. "T-Tobirama...", your abused voice whimpered, the question in your tone tormented him. The magnitude of anguish the whole situation brought him pushed him to a point where wondered how he could handle it - bear it - other than soldier through and simply ignore it for now. What he knew was he had to get you out now and start to move things along. "I'm here," he repeated, "I'm real. You're safe, now. All right?", he raised his shaking hand slowly to lay it on your far too bony shoulder. Your body was agonizingly cold under his palm. "Y/n," he downright whimpered, relieved for a brief second when you did not flinch. Your gaze drifted down onto the hand he had put on your shoulder. Incredulous. The first gentle touch you had received - in weeks. "Tobirama...", you whispered again, now laced with more than uncertainty. There was pain in it. Not the physical kind - the emotional kind. The despair of your struggle to believe all this, to allow yourself to know this to be true was showing. And Tobirama grew increasingly desperate alongside to make you believe this - to end your suffering as fast as he could. His own pain would endure far longer, he knew. That didn't matter, though - his aching heart could wait, if it only meant you were safe. "I will get you out, okay? May I carry you, Y/n?", he asked in a hushed voice, as gentle as he could. When you didn't reply but also showed no sign of refusal, he let his hand slide over your neck slowly to grasp around your shoulder while his other arm reached out to tuck under your knees. He never broke eye contact again. Yours, however wandered to your own body. It shook again - a mixture of temperature and quite possibly the same reason Tobirama himself shook, he deduced. His protectiveness flared even more. It was only when you felt gravity shift towards him and up from the ground that you whimpered - and flailed slightly. "N-no-", you suddenly whispered, shaking your head and the unkempt hair on it. But Tobirama didn't want to ease up now. He just needed you out of this terrible room to make you see he was real and end this nightmare. "Please, Y/n," Tobirama countered immediately, "Trust me." He practically implored you at this point. Your flailing increased. "D-don't," you whispered, your eyes wide again, lip quivering. "I can't," you wheezed, "No more, please!" Your thin arms pawed at his chest armor as he rose to his full height slowly. Your body was far too light in his arms. Your gaze shifted to the open door slowly, the fear becoming painfully apparent, but Tobirama's eyes would never leave you. Realisation dawned on Tobirama then. And once more, he felt as though he nearly doubled over by the implication of it - what your real issue now was. "I'm not going to hurt you, Y/n, nobody is anymore," Tobirama choked instantly. "We just need to get out here, I can't use my chakra here, neither can you." he tried to reason, unsure of how much that would get through to you. He took a slow step towards the door, though the pain inside his chest made it difficult when he saw your reaction. "Please," you croaked, the fight becoming stronger. He had to close his arms around you more firmly just so you wouldn't wind out of his hold. "Nothing bad is going to happen anymore, Y/n, I promise," Tobirama whispered over your sobs. Then, he opted to take the two steps out of the cell into the damned interrogation chamber - back to where chakra could be used. You were near screaming frightened pleas for mercy then, a sound that would haunt Tobirama. But it was over the second he carried you into the other room. In that very moment, Tobirama let his chakra graze over your network already. But not before he muttered: "Release." His voice bore some relief - the crooked, defeated kind. You stilled completely then. Your eyes were back at his face, he held your gaze evenly while his chakra wrapped around yours, much like a blanket on a cold winter's night. The familiarity of the sensation - to hold you and to feel you in such an intimate way at the same time - Tobirama nearly had thought he might have never have gotten another chance to. For all his determination of the past weeks - the danger had been near suffocating him. But you were here now, in his arms. "You're safe, Y/n," he repeated, over and over. "I'm here." His eyes were glistening again, as were yours. Stray tears fell on the rags they had dressed you in. Tobirama pulled you closer to let your forehead rest against his happuri for a moment. He closed his eyes to drink in the sensation of your chakra intertwining more, feeling you. Stilling the ache in his heart, quenching the rage that had roared in him for weeks. The both of you feeling one another. "Tobirama... I thought -", you finally began, your voice finally more than a hush or a whimper. Still raspy of course. But... more yourself. You had begun to come out of the proverbial darkness back to him, again. The relief Tobirama felt made his knees weak. "I thought I'd never see you again," you finally whispered. Slowly, he pulled his head back. He swallowed. "I'm so sorry," he choked out. It was all he could say right now. But there was so much more he wanted to say. Your head slipped from his forehead to the side of his neck. Exhaustion seemed to be getting to you, too. "I'll keep you safe, Y/n," he let his arms wrap around even tighter, for a moment worrying if he might bruise you. You didn't protest though. Tobirama felt you couldn't be close enough to him now. Your frail hand reached up for his fur collar, fingers winding through it, gripping it, then sliding to the side of his neck. You didn't speak anymore. He shuddered for how cold it felt again, but it only served to make him feel more determined to take care of you now. It was Hashirama who disturbed the moment. The relief was written over his face, though his eyes were wide when they first settled on you, then on Tobirama. "Let's go home," Tobirama then announced, sighing.

#tobirama #tobirama senju #tobirama x reader #tobirama senju x reader #sekhmet writes

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lyranova · 4 years ago

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Children of the Future:

Chapter 9: Aloys

Hi guys~! So i was supposed to work on the fics i have for my event but I really wanted to write this and post it 🥺. Its another ‘future child’ fic but with Greyche this time! I hope you guys like it I’m sorry if it isn’t very good, I have one more ship I want to do with this idea (i have thought about doing a couple of ‘self indulgent’ ones but I’m not too sure tbh 😅) anywho I hope you all enjoy!

Edit: Here’s chapter 9! I made a few edits but it should be the same overall 🥰!

Taglist: @eme-eleff @jovialnoise @simpingforthisonedeer @ckjwnnbc (if anyone else wants to be added please let me know!)

Word Count: 1,848

Warnings: None

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Julius was completely puzzled at this point, what on earth was going on?! The young boy that was currently struggling against the binding spell he had placed on him, glared daggers at the Wizard King. He was angry, shouting, he wanted to leave now. He reminded Julius of a certain Black Bull member, as far as the side of his personality he was currently showing went. Julius sighed and looked over at Marx, who had a concerned look on his as he watched the boy struggle.

“ Marx, why don’t you summon Yami again? Tell him to bring Gauche and Grey this time please.” He asked in a slightly exasperated tone, Marx nodded before going into his own office. Julius watched as the boy began to settle down a bit, he was probably getting tired of struggling or he had just accepted that he wasn’t going to be able to get out of the spell. Either way Julius was thankful, although, he did wonder what the two Black Bull members would think when they saw the boy.

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Yami groaned as he, Gauche, and Grey walked towards Julius’s office, again. First, he was summoned there with Hikari, then Zora was summoned there for Josslyn and Ace, and now he was being summoned there with Gauche and Grey! He hoped beyond hope his gut feeling about this meeting was wrong, that it wasn’t another child who traveled here from the future. He glanced at the two walking behind him, they had just started figuring out their feelings for each other, and now to throw a possible kid into the mix? That could easily spell disaster! But, considering how close the two were now, they would be ok he thought.

“ Hey, you alright back there?” He asked, Grey jumped slightly and hid behind Gauche. She was still a little nervous when Yami addressed her directly. Gauche sighed, he acted like he was annoyed whenever she did that, but sometimes it warmed his heart that she wanted him to protect her.

“ Yeah we’re good Captain, right Grey?” Gauche asked, directing his question to the bluenette behind him. She peered around him and nodded at Yami.

“ Y-Yes sir, we’re ok!” She told him with a firm nod although she was still holding onto the back of Gauche’s shirt tightly. Yami nodded before facing forward again, the Wizard king's door in sight. He knocked on it firmly before a voice on the other side told them to come in. Yami opened the door and walked inside, leading the two squad members inside as well. He walked up to the desk and saw Julius with a sheepish look on his face.

“ Hello Yami, how’s Hikari?” Julius asked, trying to sound casual as he made small talk, the two had already seen each other earlier that morning and yet Julius was trying to act like they hadn’t, he watched the young man's eyes narrow.

“ She’s fine. Why are we here again Julius? Please tell me it isn’t another-.” Yami wasn’t able to finish his sentence before he noticed a young boy with dark blue hair that had an almost brown-ish tint to it, standing next to the desk, bound by Julius’s magic. “ Uh…”

“ Great, the old man’s here.” The boy mumbled as he glared at the group. Yami glared at the boy.

“ What did you say kid?!” He asked in a dangerously low tone, the kid blinked up at the Captain seemingly unphased.

“ Oh, I wasn’t talking about you. I was talking about him.” The boy nodded his head in Gauche’s direction, causing the three Black Bull members to stare at him, Gauche? An old man? Yami sighed before turning to look at Julius.

“ Let me guess, another kid from the future?” He asked exasperatedly, Julius laughed nervously before scratching the back of his neck.

“ Yep you guessed right! He was found wandering around in the Capital, and some of the magic knights brought him here.” Julius explained.

“ Why is he bound up?” Yami asked curiously, it wasn’t like Julius to bind people with his magic unless he didn’t have a choice.

“ Well,” Julius laughed again nervously. “ let’s just say he’s a lot like his father.” He didn’t really feel like explaining how the young boy was angry at being brought there and started attacking the magic knights and Julius had to bind him in order to make him stop, so instead he looked pointedly around Yami and was staring at Gauche, who had paled slightly and looked at the boy in shock.

“ T-That’s not possible! There’s no way I’m this kid's father!” Gauche tried to argue and he heard the boy scoff slightly.

“ As much as I wish you weren’t my dad sometimes, it’s the truth unfortunately.” The boy smirked and Gauche growled.

“ What’d you say, you little brat?!” He began to walk over to where he was standing but Grey grabbed his arm to hold him back.

“ G-Gauche! Don’t!” She pleaded, her face red from embarrassment. She didn’t like everyone looking at her but she had to stop Gauche before he did something to hurt the young boy, his son to be exact.

“ Why don’t you explain a little a bit? Just to clear things up?” Julius offered, the boy glared but sighed slightly. Even his glare looked like Gauche’s.

“ My name is Aloys Adlai, my parents are Gauche and Grey Adlai.” The boy muttered. Gauche and Grey both just stared at the boy in bewilderment, he was their son? But, how? How could he be their son when they weren’t even in a relationship yet? This was impossible right?! Grey’s face suddenly turned the deepest shade of red it ever had in her entire life! Just the thought of possibly having children with Gauche was enough to make her wish she would sink into the floor and never resurface!

“ So, he’s like Hikari, Josslyn, Ace and Alistar then?” Yami asked, crossing his arms and turning towards the blonde haired man who nodded.

“ Yes, I wanted to talk to you about that actually. Let’s leave these three alone and talk in Marx’s office.” Julius suggested, standing up and leading Yami away.

“ Hey Gauche, don’t kill the kid alright?” Yami warned before leaving causing Gauche to mutter under his breath. Julius quickly snapped his fingers and the magic binds were removed from Aloys. The small ‘family’ stood there in awkward silence after the two men had left, no one really knowing what to do.

“ So-.” Gauche started before Aloys suddenly darted for the office door. “ Hey!” Gauche shouted before lunging towards the boy, he grabbed Aloys by the arms and held them tightly. The boy was kicking, swinging his arms around wildly, trying to get out of Gauche’s grip.

“ Hey stop it brat!” He shouted before one of Aloys’s punches made contact with his stomach, effectively knocking the wind out of him. As soon as his grip loosened Aloys quickly ripped his arms out of Gauche’s grasp and made a mad dash for the door, only to be stopped by Grey. She grabbed him by his shoulders, Aloys tried to fight her but not as much as he did with Gauche.

“ A-Aloys, where are you going?” She asked nervously, even though her voice shook, her grip on his shoulders remained strong and firm.

“ I need to leave! I have to find her!” He argued as he continued to try and wiggle out of Grey’s grasp.

“ Find who?” She asked, when he didn’t answer she decided to speak louder. “ Find who Aloys?”

“ Maelie!” He shouted, his voice suddenly breaking. He stopped struggling in Grey’s arms. He looked down at the ground, and Gauche watched the boys shoulders shake. He was crying. Gauche stood up and walked over to the two.

“ Who’s Maelie?” He asked, crossing his arms, Aloys didn’t look up.

“ M-My little sister, we came here together but got seperated. I need to find her! I can’t let anything happen to her, she’s my responsibility, she’s all I have.” His voice broke and he began to sob. Grey and Gauche both looked at each other, that’s why he was so determined to leave; he wanted to find his sister. Gauche could understand completely, when it was just him and Marie when they were younger, he would do whatever he had to in order to make it back to her.

“ Why didn’t you tell the Wizard King?” Grey asked softly, the boy shook his head.

“ Because I don’t trust any of you! Sure, you all look and sound the same, but you’re not. The Wizard King isn’t the same, the Captain isn’t the same, and you two are not the same!” He finally looked up at the two, tears streaming down his face, his cheeks and nose red, Grey quickly cupped his face in her hands and began to wipe the tears away causing Aloy’s eyes to widen.

“ Y-You’re right, we’re not the same. But if there is one thing we have in common with your parents, it’s that we want to help people, to help you. I know you’re scared and worried about your sister, but you can’t find her alone! Especially when you don’t even know where to look.” Grey pointed out, causing Aloys to blush and look away, but Grey wouldn’t let him and moved his face to look at her again. “ So please, let us help you!”

Gauche watched the exchange silently, Grey had always seemed to be good with kids and this proved to be no different. Aloys bit his bottom lip in thought, as though he were contemplating the offer.

“ You promise we’ll find her?” He asked so softly, his blue eyes filled with tears again. Grey nodded firmly and she smiled at him.

“ I promise! Gauche promises too, right?” She suddenly turned to look at him, he blinked in surprise, not really wanting to be wrapped up in this little ‘deal’. But when he saw the pleading look in Grey’s eyes, he sighed in defeat; he really couldn’t say no to her when she looked at him like that.

“ Fine. I promise.” He grumbled under his breath, he watched as both Grey and Aloys’s faces lit up. They had the exact same smile which made Gauche’s heart stop for a moment.

“ I’ll tell the Captain and the Wizard King of our plans.” Gauche added as he began to walk towards the door that led to Marx’s office. Before he opened the door he turned and saw Grey and Aloys talking excitedly, the boy still seemed to be anxious to find his sister, but he also seemed to be more relaxed around Grey than the others. Gauche smirked, he was a total momma’s boy. But as he watched how comfortable Grey was with him, how calm, kind, and almost motherly she was when speaking to him a moment ago also confirmed a suspicion he had since he had seen her with Marie and the other kids at the orphanage.

Grey would be a great mother one day, even if she had children with someone that wasn’t him. Those kids would be some of the luckiest in the world to have her as their mother.

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Ah i’m sorry if this isn’t very good but I hope you al enjoyed it! Like I said I have one more ship planned for this ‘series’, but i probably won’t write it until I finish my event 😅! Anyway thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day 💕~!

#black clover #black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #greyche #grey x gauche #gauche x grey #gauche adlai #black clover grey #children of the future

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 4 years ago

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Feral Fatality

(Part 1)

So this has been in my works for a week now. You see, it was a typical day for me scrolling through Tumblr and visiting some....tags, and then a short drabble inspired me to write about a feral reader totally not because I was craving violence and murder no, which reached more than 4k words on the first draft so here we are! Shitty title, I know. The proofread work went over 7k, and it's not even finished yet. Once I'm done posting this and my main orc fic, I will get into the requests so please be patient!

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Brief blood and violence at the end of the first part

Contains: Swearing, mentions of neglect and abuse (not graphic)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Screams slit through the twilight as the frigid autumn wind blew harshly through the trees of Camp Crystal Lake. The rustling of bushes and cracking of twigs echoed as foolish teenagers attempted to escape, running for their lives when they were the ones who dared step foot in the place, tarnishing it with their sins.

Jason Voorhees, the innocent kid who died several years ago; pushed to the lake by his bullies and left to drown for being different and unsightly— all because the counselors were busy with their fucking business—, returned as an undead killing machine right after his mother murdered them and died. His sole purpose: to protect the land and purge the people who had no right to be here, sentencing them to a horrendous death.

One by one, they struck the ground, lifeless, either chopped into pieces, beheaded, or stabbed countless times by his trusty machete.

Limbs...ripped off with his bare hands.

The muffled snapping of branches reached your ears as the vehicle's wheels ran over them, stirring you from your nap. You rubbed your chilled skin under your clothes as you looked out of the window, thumping your forehead on the glass when you leaned forward the moment you saw the scenery. Trees, both ancient and young, their leaves varying in hues of green, orange and red, filled your line of sight. It was still early in autumn, your favorite time of the year, not hot but not too cold either. You watched in awe as the warm-colored leaves cascaded down from the branches and down to the ground, some carried by the wind farther from their origin.

The view did its best to distract you from a couple in session a seat before yours. They always seem to do that all the time, regardless of place or occasion.

This was a week-long getaway after graduation, they said.

Nothing but a white lie.

An excuse for the girls to hook up with their campus crushes, a week of fucking and smoking drugs.

You, however, just got invited —forced— by your "friend" Eloiza, the self-proclaimed hottest girl in the entire school, typical captain of the cheerleading squad; blonde and curvy. Her words were much too sugar-coated that even a deaf person could tell she had ulterior motives.

She only planned to use you as a tool to raise her fame. A stepping stone for her own gain.

That wasn't the only reason though.

Everyone knew who you were, but only by your name. News and rumors alike spread like wildfire through gossipy mouths. Your deeds were known throughout campus.

(Y/N)(L/N), top academic competitor and multiple-award winner, a straight-A student for five years in succession. Some believed you were a genius, the rest called you insane.

You wouldn't call yourself a genius though, you did not possess the obsessive need to acquire eternal knowledge and discover the secrets of the universe as most of them do, to effortlessly solve every problem that comes their way.

If that were the case, then you wouldn't be here in the first place.

You only love learning and indulging in the beauty of Mother Nature, plus a handful of hyper-fixations.

Fine, a buttload of hyper-fixations. And such came in handy in various situations.

You were unrivaled, not one of your peers could come close to your level of wit. Many people wished to have a brain like yours, and just as many hated you for even having one, praised you just as much as slandered your name and judged you.

Despite your reputation, the poor school didn't broadcast it, at least every time. The staff probably got tired of repeating the same phrase over and over again. Which caused more than half of the whole campus to never believe you to be the one behind all of that, laughing at your face when you said your name.

"You? The (Y/N) (L/N)? Ha! As if I'd fall for that! Everyone knows how she looks. You're the absolute opposite!"

"You got to be kidding me."

"You're a joker, aren't you? Is this a prank? If so please stop it, don't pretend like you're her."

Yep, and it goes on and on and on. They were right, you didn't look like someone who would win contests or excel in class.

You constantly wore clothes that hid your form, silent unless spoken to or asked to answer, distant and reserved, you preferred the company of books and nature to the rowdiness and prying hands of humans. A sociopath they deemed you. Quite an extreme word to use when you simply wanted to enjoy the only things that made you happy in this living hell.

You only know a handful of people who approached you first-hand and praised you genuinely, even asking for an autograph, which really surprised you.

Yet, they would never understand you even if you explained, because you can't, words evade you when it comes down to voice out what you feel. Even if you can, no one would care. And even if they did? You doubt it was real. Everyone wants to use you, and they seem to believe you'd let them. You didn't trust anyone. The last time you did only left you sobbing on the dirt.

You wanted to be left alone.

To connect with nature and get as far away as possible from your parents. Parents who kept shouting profanities at each other, the main cause for your depression and anxiety levels to skyrocket, the shaking turning into trembling, 7 hours of sleep to barely a blink.

That's why you agreed to go in the first place.

You hated your household—despised it— a mess of broken shards of bottles and ceramics littered your kitchen floor more often than not. You didn't bother cleaning it up anymore, your mother would just waste away her money on more things to break and throw them at your joke of a father when they fought anyway.

Not only that, you thought...No, you believed if you worked hard to be the best and win countless competitions, your parents would give you recognition and reconcile for your sake, but no, no, no. They didn't care one bit about you or your medals, it was as if you were never even included in their lives at all. Even birthday celebrations ceased to exist in everyone's books after your 13th.

So you gave up.

Down into the void, your wishful thinking went, that they'll become better people over time, that the attention and love you deserve will be given one day. Instead, you wallowed yourself in your studies, besting everyone in everything academic. Oh, but you weren't athletic. Far from it. Damn, you were getting thin and sleep-deprived from being neglected, dark circles under your eyes every time you looked at your reflection. People hating your existence wasn't helping, some teachers even suspected you of cheating.

There's no way in hell you'd let yourself get dragged down to end up like them! You were of legal age now, a fresh graduate from high school, you doubt your parents even knew that since they didn't fucking show up on your graduation day. You were moving out of that shithole of a town. Anywhere is better than where they breathed and spat their poison.

And so here you are. Standing in this breath-taking and mysterious place. Camp Crystal Lake, it is named, secluded, barely touched by modernization as it is hidden between mountains and trees as far as the eye could see. Not to mention its namesake, the lake, you imagined it would mirror the sky, be it day or night. You loved it, you adored the fresh, breathable air that went through you the moment you stepped out of the van.

You also knew about him.

Resolved to never go back to that goddamned house, you took everything you had and needed; the special little trinkets you've collected through the years shoved into a box, the few clothes you had, art materials, and your precious books carefully packed inside a big travel bag, along with your stocked up canned goods, convenience food, snacks, and toiletries.

And other, important things.

You hauled your baggage out of the van and got off, immediately moving to the side and away from everyone.

You got used to people ignoring you that you didn't care anymore.

Why waste your time with them when you can have all of it to yourself?

Eloiza led the group into the larger cabins, the others went straight into the lake for a swim. You even notice some teens disappear into the trees, most likely for a quickie.

In return, you stayed out of their way, fully satisfied being invisible and with your own company as you trudged to a cabin, the one you caught a glimpse of earlier in the van. It was a long way's separated from the rest, closest to the forest and hidden behind a few trees.

You were panting when you finally stopped in front of it, clearly not used to walking long distances and carrying stuff near as heavy as your weight.

Upon closer inspection, you found yourself gaping at its appearance. The wooden walls lost their color as they aged, white and brown mushrooms grew on the ground along with green moss sticking to the beams, and a few vines crawling their way up and on the roof. Despite all of that, the cabin looked sturdy still.

There's this "one with nature" vibe that drew you to it, like a string pulling you closer and inviting you. Ominous most would say, but you almost cried when the rich scent of earth and oxygen filled your lungs as you took one big inhale, sighing in content for once. It was a lot smaller compared to the others, but you didn't care. As long as you were left alone with your stuff you were a-okay.

Perfect.

You turned the knob and peeked inside, letting out a small gasp and opening the door wider to see the whole thing.

Old as it is, it was proper and neat, regardless of the tiny cobwebs on the upper corners. A small, square dining table sat in the middle of the first part of the place, two wooden stools placed underneath. There were cupboards on the wall and a simple sink with an empty space to the side. You went to the next room, doorless and separated with but a wall of thick plywood. It had a single bed in the corner, off-white cotton sheets sitting atop, not a wrinkle in sight. No pillow though. There's a decent-sized closet along with a small table on one side of the bed. One of the windows had a hole in the middle, a ray of sunlight streaming in through the cracks. It was too big for the size of a gunshot, so maybe a rock.

A bit hesitant, your fingers traced the wood, feeling the inconsistent texture. When you went through the back door, your smile reached your ears when trunks of trees and bushes greeted you...

Wait, is that what you think it is?

Stepping closer to the treeline, your jaw dropped when you spotted a thicket of fruit-bearing plants past them, gathered in a tiny clearing.

Blueberries.

Purple little cuties poked out of the green shrubs, sporting a vibrant hue that caught your eye. The sun shone overhead and providing the energy they needed. Blueberries managed to grow in the area despite the trees fencing them.

Tempted and suspicious, you crouched down, inspecting the shrub if it really was a blueberry plant and not a deadly doppelganger. Once you were sure it was, (it would be hilarious if you simply died from nighshade poisoning), you plucked one and brought it to your mouth. It was sweeter than you expected, with a slightly bitter aftertaste. You hummed in delight, wiping the juice with your thumb when it dribbled out, staining your finger and lips.

You didn't want to anger anybody. Hell, coming here was already trespassing, so you didn't push your luck and left it alone, hoping they'd forgive you for picking one. They surely didn't look wild with the way they lined up.

You scanned the rest of the area, eventually going back inside to unpack after your little evaluation.

The sun was a hand's away from setting when you finished. Pride swelled in your chest at the work you did, your things stocked and organized with care inside the cabinets and drawers. You won't have to worry about your food for now as cupboards were filled to the brim with them. You also had a decent amount of money left from your savings account that your parents weren't aware of. Prize money, allowance, and the salary you got from doing online jobs all went into it. The camp was a few miles off the road, and a couple more to the nearest gas station with a convenience store. Very far yes, but it's better than living with the people who made you do this in the first place.

You just hoped you wouldn't die walking.

Everything was worth it, anyways. You were free now, at least that's what you think.

You trudged to the bed, eyeing the cushions, wary and a little scared to touch the sheets that appeared to be cleaned just recently, you didn't even lay a finger on them ever since you got inside. Oh, but your tired muscles were screaming to just flump down and relax.

So you did.

You dumped yourself face first and inhaled. It wasn't smelly nor fragrant, just the simple freshness on the cotton fabric. You felt beat but ain't sleepy, yet, so you reached to the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a book to pass the time as you waited for the sun to go down and give way for the moon. Its spine and pages had creases, worn out and yellow-stained from age and use. It was a horror-mystery novel told through a first-person narrative, a story of a middle-aged detective and her Maine coon in their attempts to solve a murder case of a young European lady named Cassandra Chase.

You dozed off in the middle of chapter 21, the part where Dinnie, the cat, discovers a valuable clue to the crime, a rotten limb in the dried basement well.

—

Jason settled down on the stairs of his porch; shoulders relaxed and hunched as he leisurely sharpened his machete with a small whetstone. Lines of sunlight kissed him through the leaves of trees, the birds in the area chirped on their perches, and the grass swayed, gentle, as a cool wind passed by.

His day be so fine. No troublemakers to deal wi—

The alarm rang, announcing unwelcomed arrival. As if a switch flipped inside, he's already on his feet, making his way swiftly to their location.

A new batch of wretched youngsters, another day ruined. Hunting them down makes his blood thrum in his veins, yes, but they soured his mood, just when he was at peace. He's dead set on slaughtering them in the most gruesome ways possible, only then he could go back and enjoy the serenity the nature around him brings.

He surveyed the area, camouflaging with the wilderness, silent as he watched and counted the soon-to-be corpses, his mother's voice at the back of his mind, guiding him.

They decided to go either to the main cabins, or the lake...even into the trees.

All but one.

Jason already planned to cut down the couple later as they lose themselves in the forest, doing nasty, dirty things to his camp. The killer shifted his attention to you, curious as to why you didn't join the lot. Instead, you walked back down the road. He followed and saw you approach the small cabin, separated from the rest, your eyes widened...

Adoration?

You were quiet— except for the little gasps of awe you let out in between pants—as you looked around and over the place. The ones you came with were rowdy and destructive, a complete opposite. He hid as he observed you from afar, moving around to adjust his vision on you. You smiled every time you looked to the trees, he noticed.

Why were you smiling like that? Why did you pick this cabin? Were you planning on defiling it?

The last question in his mind made his blood boil. He'll kill you first if that was the case. That cabin you chose was special, it was where he and his mother used to stay. He occasionally visits that one to keep it clean and free of dust. If you even think of—

Jason, sweetie...look closer. She does not have such intentions.

His mother's words rang in his head. Even from where he stood, he could see what you did inside. You looked a little hesitant, touching and drawing back your hand before letting your fingers feel the wood as if it was something delicate. Despite the initial...shyness? You proceeded to make it your home, somewhat, dropping the large duffel bags you carried on your front and back, and a similarly large roller case on your left. It was as if you planned to stay for a long time.

Jason hears you take a long breath and sigh as you went out the backdoor. You grinned wider when you saw the nature around you. You stepped forward, straight in his direction...

For a moment he thought you saw him, seeing your jaw drop. You moved closer, and he just froze there, until you crouched down.

Oh, his plants.

He watched you as you gently picked a fruit, your gaze...soft. You brought it to your mouth, some of the juice spilling on the side and you wiped it with your thumb.

Cute.

You went back inside and continued to unpack your things, carefully maneuvering around the cabin.

Maybe he'll spare you if you continue to be good. You didn't do anything dirty, yet. It's only a matter of time before the camp is shrouded in darkness and his hunt will begin.

Let's see what you'll do before that happens.

Jason tracked down the three that went into the forest. He knew the place like the back of his hand, and it was easier to pinpoint them as he heard moans.

What he saw was utmost disgusting, two girls pleasuring a male with their mouths in broad daylight.

Kill them, my boy! Such foul beings need to die! Kill them, kill!

He circled them, steps soundless. Jason gripped his machete and brought it down the guy's neck, embedding the weapon into the bark, the head rolled down, oozing with blood, and fell against the women, drenching them in red. Not a single cry left from their mouths as he sliced both with one swing, blood pouring out of their throats and staining the ground. Jason dragged their bodies and tossed them into a pit he dug beforehand, making quick work in burying them.

A swift end. Now he waits.

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