#using the magical sword to Beat up trees n shit

[dizzybevvie]

sexuality is completely fluid and it’s 100% okay to change!!! glad that you’re enjoying feelin when you don’t normally feel <333

you discover something new about yourself all the time. and that’s so cool bsbsjjsjjj

also PEOPLE ARE WAY MORE OBLIVIOUS THAN YOU THINK

you think you’re being obvious but HE IS PROBABLY JUST AS OBLIVIOUS TOO

good luck navigating these feelings rough waters

here’s your magical sword of truth: ✨🗡️✨

RAHHHHHHHH OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY

[cakers-2000]

~A Savior Will Be There~ (Kaeya X Fem!Reader)

Genshin Impact brainrot go brrrr.

Anyways I’m obsessed with this game and I love Kaeya SO MUCH I would die for him

I’m not very far in the game but I love him 🥺

Word count: 1.78k

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“(Y/N) please be careful.”

“Oh relax Kaeya I can take care of myself.” You mentally rolled your eyes as you heard your boyfriend repeat the same thing he had been telling you for almost the past hour.

You were currently making your way down the long winding stairway that lead to the entrance of Monstadt. God why did this place have to have so many stairs?

Kaeya was walking beside you, nothing but worry showing in his eyes. “(Y/N) I just… Are you sure you want to go out on this mission?”

You finally stopped once you reached the bottom of the last staircase. There was only but a few feet between you and the front gates. Only a few feet between you and the harsh wilderness you would have to face. And who knew how long you would be left to brave in the wild, who knew how long you would be separated from Kaeya.

Though she was distant you could see Amber slightly swaying near the gate, hands behind her back as she seemed to be on the lookout. Once she noticed you she hopped to attention and waved her hands frantically in order to draw your eyes over. “(Y/N) over here!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at her before slightly waving back and shouting, “Hang on I’ll be right over!”

Your attention went back to your boyfriend.

His arms were crossed over his chest, eyebrow slightly raised as he awaited a response to his previous question.

“Kaeya I’m sure. I’ll be fine. Are you seriously doubting my skills?”

“No that’s not it. (Y/N) let’s face it you aren’t able to wield elemental magic. This job really is best suited for someone who can. I already offered to take it so why are you so persistent to take it?”

A small sigh escaped your lips as you shook your head. “So that’s what this is about.” Gently you moved your hands to unravel his arms and intertwine your fingers with his own. You could see the hint of a smile begin to curl onto his lips just at the mere touch of your fingers. “I’m not just going to be by myself. Amber’s going to be with me the whole time. You know I’m not doing this just to be a nuisance. I’m doing this for my own research too. You guys managed to beat Stormterror but I still want to know how exactly his power formed in the temples. There’s gotta be something more to do this.”

He stayed silent as he listened to you speak, watching as you drew soothing circles on the tops of his hands in an attempt to soothe his nerves.

“Fine, I can understand your reasoning well enough.” His eyes glanced in Amber’s direction. She seemed to be fidgeting more and more every second she had to wait for the two of you. “You’ll be back in a couple days right?”

You nodded happily in response before standing on your tiptoes in order to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you when I get back.” You were quick to wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace and he did the same, resting his cheek on your head and letting out a small huff sound. “I love you kaeya.”

“I love you too.”

You started to back away. It was time to leave. His arms seemed hesitant to unwrap from around your waist at first but they eventually moved when you shone a bright smile up at him.

And he knew as he watched you walk out those gates, waving happily at him as you walked backwards that he had nothing to worry about.

At least that’s what he had thought.

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He had hoped he would always see that bright smile on your features.

He had hoped he would be able to keep you safe forever.

He had hoped that he would never see you come to any harm.

But those were all hopes of course, and eventually though he didn’t want to admit it, he would have to face reality.

The sight in front of him was enough to stop his heart. Nothing but fire everywhere and you nowhere in sight. Though there were plenty of enemies around the area. Though he was quite a distance away he could spot Amber atop a cliff, kneeling and shooting into the grass below at the enemies charging towards her. She seemed to be hurt… but where were you?

He pushed himself to run faster, he had to get there. He had to know that you were okay.

The fire burned even hotter than he’d imagined it would. He shouted up in Amber’s direction, hands clasping around his sword to keep the enemies now charging in his direction at bay.

“Amber are you alright? Where’s (Y/N)?”

“I-I don’t know!”

“What!?”

“We got ambushed! I told her to run but some of them were tailing her, I tried to stop them but there were so many…”

“Shit… Okay.” There was the sound of feet behind him and a sweet voice spoke up. “Mind if I tag in Kaeya?”

“Lisa, perfect timing.” He jumped back to stand beside her, already in a running position. “Can you assist Amber with this? I’m go-”

She didn’t even let him finish his sentence as she brought her book in front of her, already ready to fight. “Yes, yes, we can handle it. Go and find (Y/N).”

“Right.”

And just as quickly as he had gotten there he was off in the opposite direction, hollering your name as loudly as he could.

He didn’t want to give up hope but after what felt like forever (though it had only been a few minutes) and he had not found you he was becoming a bit distraught. Was he ever going to find you again? Oh he hoped to god that you were okay. All he wanted was to see your smile right now. All he wanted was to hold you in his arms. He just wanted to see you.

“Kaeya! Kaeya over here!”

It was like he had been rejuvenated. Your voice was frantic, you sounded almost scared but he was just glad to hear your voice. He felt like his legs would give out, he had been running for so long but you were so close. He had to protect you. He had to keep you safe.

When he finally made it to you he could spot you holding onto a tree branch, hugging it tightly as your eyes were squeezed shut. There were a few enemies, the same as Amber had been fighting, attempting to jump to your level while another few were repeatedly smacking at the base of the tree with their weapons in an attempt to either knock you or the tree down.

There was already a swirl of emotions going through his mind just at seeing the current state you were in but it all worsened when he heard you speak to him, your voice shaky as you cried. “Please help me Kaeya.”

And that was all it took. He had always been a rather level headed and laid back man, perhaps too laid back but you were in danger. And he had to save you.

He had never drawn his weapon so quickly nor had he ever used his ice so forcefully as he shouted with almost pure rage, “Get away from her!”

Not only had he managed to freeze all of his opponents but the ice had traveled towards the top of the tree, almost reaching you despite how high you were up. There was no time to marvel at his sudden burst of power though. He had enemies to defeat.

And with them frozen they were a cake walk. The second the last enemy disintegrated into a clear mist he turned back to face you, and ran towards the tree where you were already beginning to sit upwards.

Once he reached the bottom he held out his arms, a smile of both reassurance and relief crossing his features. He could see you wipe away the tears that had clouded your eyes before jumping down into his inviting embrace.

He had never hugged you this tightly before, but it was so warm and comforting. You could feel him bury his face in your hair as he rocked the both of you and placed kisses on the top of your head. You let out a shaky sigh as you returned his hug, just as tightly. The smooth rocking motion with the combined force of his soft and gentle kisses were enough to calm your pounding heart and shaky nerves.

“Thank you Kaeya. I was so scared…”

“Of course. I promised I was always going to protect you didn’t I?”

You nodded in response before nuzzling your face in his chest. “You did. But how did you know where we were? I mean you were supposed to be back in Mondstadt.”

“To be honest I was getting a little worried when you never came back. It’s been almost a week, but once Lisa told us there was trouble near The Temple of the Wolf I… I just had a gut feeling that you were in danger. I’m so glad I decided to come with her.”

“Me too Kaeya… I’m sorry I worried you so much and-”

“Shhh.” He interrupted before you could finish your sentence and pulled away from you so that he could stare down into your eyes. “Please don’t apologize, it's not your fault.” His hand fell to caress your cheek and you stayed in a comfortable silence, doing nothing but staring into each others eyes. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned himself in to place a rather hungry kiss to your lips. You had never felt him kiss you with such passion before you, but it wasn’t as if it wasn’t a welcome surprise. You kissed him back with the same amount of lust, smiling into it as you heard a low rumble, an almost purr sound escape his throat. His hands tangled themselves in your hair and he pulled you even closer in an attempt to deepen the kiss. His sudden action surprised you and a small ‘eep’ of surprise left you. A small chuckle escaped him at the sound and you could do nothing more than smile brighter.

You honestly didn’t know what you would have done if he hadn’t had come to your rescue, but somehow you knew he would.

He was your savior.

Your knight in shining armor.

And you knew you had nothing to worry about while he was by your side.

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Silva Lining (Saul Silva x Reader) Chapter 16

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 2.1k

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The barrier was abandoned as you head back to the school. What was Aisha thinking? Telling the teachers their plan?

You huffed as you walked into your mothers office. Saul had stayed behind at the barrier with the Specialists while you and Aisha were escorted back by your mother and Mr Harvey. Stella, Terra and Musa were the only ones there, Bloom no where to be seen.

“Before you say anything, I didn’t say a thing, it was all this ones doing.” You hitched a thumb in Aisha’s direction. “The only thing I found out was Rosalind has been after me this whole time and has been using Bloom to get to me. She somehow knew the truth about who my mother was and knew she couldn’t use me to free her. So please please please tell me nothings happened yet and Bloom is just taking her time in the creepy hidden room?”

You sucked in a breath, forgetting to breath during your mini rant. The girls just looked shocked, less shocked than normal, they probably expect this kind of stuff now, nothing was easy when it came to your life.

You watched as Farah came back through the door way, having gone in search for Bloom. “They’re gone.”

So here you were, sitting around your dorm, having been shouted at by Mr Harvey; who you don’t think you’ve ever seen angry before. Terra stood up to him and then he locked you all in using magic…. could anything else go wrong. Oh wait, you spoke too soon.

You kicked back in your chair, leather boot clad feet up on the table as you listened to Stella go in on Aisha for being a snitch.

“Bloom is being selfish, the last thing Miss Dowling needs is to be worried about Rosalind.” That made you stir in your seat. Your feet came off the table with a thud.

“Stell, she does have a point there. You know how much shit we’ve cause Dowling, I know with the new found relationship status I could come across as bias but after all, all this shit is happening because of me once again. Can we just stop arguing for one second and figure out how were going to help?”

Your speech was interrupted by the flickering of lights. “Okay did anyone else see that or am I having some weird magic stroke?” The rest of the room murmured. Okay, not a stroke.

“This shouldn’t be happening, Alfea is an outpost it runs on magic.” Terra paced and Musa and Sam joined the rest of them in the room.

Sam, being able to walk through walls, decided to go and check it out. See what was happening.

“Wait I can come with you..” You volunteered but he had already vanished. “Okay thennn.” What felt like seconds later Sam was back through the wall screaming in agony, his stomach sliced open, blood soaked through his clothing.

“There’s a burned one in the school!”

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The courtyard was the busiest you’d ever seen it. Your mother was using magic to slam windows shut, fire fairies were welding them shut completely. Saul was on one side dishing out armour and weapons to anyone who’d take it. Mr Harvey had set up a medical bay for the suspected casualties. Your mind was spinning. The voices had started when Sam came through the wall. Whispers in your mind almost like it was your subconscious. It was fucking annoying.

Looking around you saw a hell of a lot of scared faces. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, you hadn’t had a panic attack in months but it sure felt as if you were having one now. This was happening because of you. Innocent people were going to be hurt because the burned ones wanted one thing. You. Your eyes scanned the courtyard as your mothers speech rang out. Saul caught your eye, and gave you a look. Scared, worried, love. He conveyed it all with just one look. He was going to get hurt. Because of you. In that moment you knew what you had to do.

Trying to sneak away had failed. Since meeting Stella you knew you’d had a bond more stronger than friendship. You were blood and something about that gave her an edge. She knew you were about to do something stupid, she could literally feel the dread running through her veins.

“Please tell me you’re not going out there alone, how many times is it going to take for you to realise were better off as a team.”

Stella made you jump as she spoke up behind you, with her was Aisha and Bloom. Your ran your hands through your hair, pulling the long strands up onto a bun, the bobble on your wrist secured it in place.

“Actually, I could use some help.”

So the plan was set. Bloom would stay and distract Saul and your mother. They’d been keeping such a close eye on her lately that they were certain she was going to be the one to do something stupid and reckless. Oh how the roles had reversed. Aisha and Stella were coming with you, you needed Stella there to help you ground your powers. Like you’d always said, she was the light to your dark and vice versa. Aisha, well, she was a fucking powerful and smart fairy, couldn’t hurt to have her on your side.

Sneaking behind a wall just off the courtyard, you held your hands out allowing smoky black tendrils of magic flow freely from your shaking fingers. The portal opened and with one last look back at all the fear and chaos inside, you stepped through.

-Saul’s POV-

We got back to the school just in the nick of time. The courtyard was full of scared, fear fulled fairies and Specialists and all Saul could think of was his girl and why the fuck she wasn’t in the courtyard with the rest of the students.

His heart beat rapidly as he gave orders and handed out weapons and armour to every student he could. He was alerted to Y/N’s presence when he heard screaming and panicked cries from across the room. She was helping her friends carry Harveys kid, his torso clawed away at by the hands of a burned one.

He was too distracted, he couldn’t go to her straight away people would notice, even amongst all this chaos, they still had to be clever and careful. He was busy talking to Sky, still trying to keep his girl in his sights but he failed. Now seemed the only chance that he might get to tell Sky the truth about Asterdal and that’s what he did. How he killed Skys father to save himself after Andreas turned on him. Sky didn’t want to believe and he was pissed, but it needed to wait until after. After the burned ones weren’t knocking on their front door. He looked around again for you, wondering where the hell you were.

“Are you seriously looking for Y/N after you told me you killed my father?” Sky seethed, rightfully pissed off. “I don’t know where she is but she asked me to tell you she loves you, and she’s sorry, she said she would have said it herself but it would have been too obvious.” With that Sky walked away to the front line before Saul could ask him what she meant by sorry.

The burned ones were banging on the doors, windows, you name it. They had arrived. Farah parted the crowd of scared students like the red sea, Marco behind her telling people to keep their nerve. Saul joined them at the front armed and ready. Screams erupted as glass fell from the towering ceiling above. A fairy shot fire from his hands directly at the burned one who had fell through the roof. It charged it’s way towards the specialists, swords drawn, they charged forward, only to stop when the burned one changed coarse, leaving the students behind.

“What the hell was that.” Terra panicked and looked around for more signs of burned ones.

“They’re all moving together… like they’re looking for something.” Saul looked at Farah, realisation dawning on his face.

“Where’s Y/N?”

-Your POV-

The air was colder than usual. Maybe it’s because deep down you were scared shitless and the nerves were getting the better of you.

“Y/N you do know my mums gonna be here soon, with an actual army!” She ran after you, trying to keep up with your long strides.

“Stell, the burned ones have always been after me, from the start. I can’t stand back and not do anything. I know how to stop them, I’ve had the power all along, I’ve just been too afraid to use it. I need to draw on more power than I ever have before. That’s why I need you both here, so you can try and stop me if it gets out of control.”

You could hear the burned ones getting closer, their menacing growls echoing through the spindly trees. Shadows bounced around the outskirts of the space you were standing in. You didn’t realise you were crying until Stella brushed your tears away. Both fairies grabbed your hands.

“If anything happens, tell Saul I love him. I’ll never stop loving him even in death.”

You gave Stella one last hug and did the same with Aisha, taking a deep calming breath you stepped forward, your heavy boots squelching in the waterlogged field that overlooked the school you’d come to call home.

When you knew your friends were far enough away you opened up you senses, giving in to the power you possessed. Your eyes turned black and your body began to slowly lift from the ground, arms outstretched. You could feel the power swirling inside you. It’s presence made you gasp. Around you, a smoky black fog, your body was consumed in it, a visual representation of the power you held. You looked down to your fingers, to your body and smiled.

Fairies used to have wings but they had lost the ability to perform transformation magic so adapted and didn’t need them anymore. So it came as a surprise when you felt giant wings burst from your back, glowing black and white. This is what it meant to be the answer to all the realms problems. You smiled again, tears threatening to spill due to the feeling of being whole. This is who you were meant to be all along and now you had finally found yourself.

The burned ones sprung from the depths of the forrest. Your boot clad feet hit the ground with a thud and your smoky, bright wings fanned out behind you. You were ready. They charged towards you, their growls filling the air. Your hands shot out and your black tendrils of magic shot into their chests, ripping out the spark inside them. You watched as one by one they crashed to the ground around you. Their monster like growls no longer.

Your wings retracted and you breath deeply. The burned ones that had once surrounded you no longer deformed and burned. But there, laying on the ground, humans.

“What the fuck?”

You heard running footsteps and looked up dizzily to see your mum and Saul running towards you in worry.

They stopped, looking around at what had unfolded. “Well done Y/N.” You mother was tearing up, shocked, happy and proud. You stumbled towards Saul. He ran to you, swooping you up in his arms.

“Farah what’s wrong with her?!” Saul was panicked, brushing the hair back from your sweaty forehead. Your mothers hand came to rest on Sauls shoulder.

“It’s okay Saul, she’s just weak, let’s get her back to the school.”

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That night, the lights came back on in Alfea. Your friends surrounded you as you lay in bed, all talking about the events that had unfolded and how you had earned your wings. How Stella and Aisha had helped you in your time of need. How Terra and Musa had helped save Sam, and how Bloom had helped distract everyone to make the whole plan a possibility.

As the girls chatted and laughed, you zoned out, looking around at each of them. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were. A girl from no where in England, finding out she was a fairy, finding an amazing group of friends who she knew she’d have for life. Finding Saul, finding her mother, finding herself. She couldn’t help the happy tears that fell.

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[lordoffiction]

Two Souls, One Fate: chapter one.

☞: After spending two days trying to post this, here it is! Hooray!

I really hope you all enjoy this whilst I finish writing the fifth chapter for T.L, because god knows I spent too much time on this. I haven’t wrote in a few months, so please excuse any mistakes I made in this and if it’s shitty! It’ll get better, promise. 

Please give me feedback and let me know if you would like to get tagged in this series! 

Anyways, enjoy! 

WORD COUNT: 5,069

WARNINGS: swearing, mild violence, mentions of suicide.

gif isn’t mine, all credits to the owner. 

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Your fingers combed through your hair, bundling it up into an untidy ponytail, pulling the long strands to make sure it was secure and tight enough. You had had long hair for around ten years, it's your pride and joy.

Growing up in an all-male family had made you that way, you grew up a tomboy with your five older brothers and always saw yourself as one of them.

But then that magical moment came when you were ripped from your carefree childhood and brutally slammed into the harsh society and expectations of women, you had begun to hate the idea of acting like a boy. People told you to act more like a “lady”. So you had put away the mud pies, the sword fights, and the wrestling. You began doing make-up, having long hair, and wearing pretty clothes.

But throughout everything, no matter what anyone said, society and snotty people couldn’t take this one thing from you.

Archery.

Your father had taught you from a young age, a sport that made you better even on your worst days. Something that not even the most powerful being in existence could take from you. The thrill of letting go of that arrow, watching it glide through the air before striking its target. It was something you would never get bored of.

You dressed in your normal sportswear, sliding on protective gloves made specially to stop your hands from getting sores as you held the arrow.

Where you lived was a small village, everybody knew everybody. News and gossip spread like wildfire here, so you only imagine that half the village had already heard about your date later tonight.

Reaching over to your bow and your arrow hanging pot, slinging it over your shoulder, you left your small apartment and headed towards the forest. You had a set up shooting range for archery at the corner of it, your dad would make targets for you and set you challenges every day when you were younger. Like swinging targets or shooting whilst you're running.

“G’ morning, dear. Going out to the woods again?”  

Your eyes turned to see your elderly neighbour smiling at you, her eyes crinkled at the corners. Her walking stick barely keeping her up properly and her woven hat kept the sunlight out of her eyes.

“Mrs. Genkins,” You smiled at her small frame. Such a fragile woman. “Don’t I spend all my time in those damn woods?”

“Just you be careful, you wouldn’t want to hurt yourself before your date tonight.” Mrs. Genkins waved her walking stick at you slightly in a teasing manner, barely putting it back in time before she loses her balance.

The comment made your eyes roll internally. Of course, people already knew about your date tonight.

“I see news hasn’t lost its way around this place.” Your hand automatically reaching out to her in case she falls, which she brushed away with her wrinkled hands. Though she may be pushing ninety, she sure is one tough little lady when it comes to receiving any help.

“You know people around here, other people's lives are their entertainment. Just make sure this one can handle you, you can’t be single forever, you know?” Mrs. Genkins squinted her eyes at you teasing you from the last man you had dated that went sour once he had realized how unfeminine you are.

“Is he really worth my time is he can’t handle a tough girl like me?” You teased back, giving her a small wink as she cackled at your comment.

“Well, I better be going if I want to miss the morning rush at the morning market. You be safe, dear. And be careful.”

You nodded at her, smiling as you waved her down the road and out of sight. You let your head fall back slightly, closing your eyes with an exasperating sigh. You really need to move somewhere where there isn’t anyone you know or where no-one knows you.

You set off towards the woods, it wasn’t a far walk, only about five minutes from your apartment complex.

You dug your earphones out from your pocket, plugging them into your phone, and playing your latest playlist you had made for when you go do your archery. You began stretching your arms on the way, hooking one arm around the other, and pulling on it to receive a satisfying 'pop'.

Just as you entered the woods, you began to hear faint drumming noises. You brushed it off, perhaps it was something for the song you were listening to, though you never remembered this when you last listened to it yesterday.

Your brows knotted together in confusion as the drumming began to get louder and louder as you went deeper into the forest. The noise became so loud that you ripped your earphones out of your ears, your eyes widening. It wasn’t coming from the music.

It was coming from around you.  

As soon as you realised, a small chanting sound echoed with the drumming, syncing with the beat of it.

A cult? You thought.

Your E/C hues quickly began searching around you to see who was doing it but found no one else in the woods with you.

Your fight or flight reflex suddenly kicked in, making you break out into a full-blown sprint into the woods, you tried to fumble with your bow, reaching for one of your arrows in it’s hanging pot behind your back, panting as your fingertips brushed the tip of it.

“C’mon!” You yelled at yourself in frustration.

Suddenly, you began to fall sideways, your ankle giving way beneath you in a twisted mess. The world began to spiral around you as you rolled into the ditch near the pathway you were once walking on.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You felt yourself being thrashed around for a few seconds downhill before finally landing on the flat ground again. You gasped for air, the collision causing you to land onto your back, knocking all the air out of your lungs.

You laid there for a minute, breathing in deeply. Did you really just fucking fall?

Rolling onto your side and going onto your hands and knees once you regained your breath, you looked up at the large hill you just fell from, realising the only way you can get back to the track is if you climb back up again.

“Shit.” You grumbled under your breath, using the nearest tree to pull yourself up to your feet again. Your arrows were scattered around you from the fall, leaning down to pick them up one by one and placing them back in your hanging pot.

As you reached for the last one, but your eyes were caught on a small box under the root of a large tree, surely the largest tree you had seen in these woods before and in your entire life.

It must have been thousands of years old, you could wrap yourself around it at least six or seven times.

“Oh, my...” You gawked the tree up and down, taking it all in before looking back to the box that was intertwined with its roots.

“What’s this?” You wondered aloud, going onto your knees and tracing your fingers on the corners of the box that you could touch. It was covered in dirt and moss but your curiosity ate you alive, reaching for one of your arrows, you began to jab at the root to loosen it with the end of your arrow.

After a few moments of trying, you finally loosened the root enough to yank the box out from it with a hard tug, causing you to fall backward.

You brushed it with your fingers but the dirt and grime were so thickly coated on it for god knows how long.

“Curious cat, aren’t you?” You spoke to yourself, standing up again and forgetting completely about your training. “This could be a murder weapon or something and you want to take it home with you.” You tusked, tucking the box into your hanging pot.

The journey back home was filled with many emotions, the main one being self-pity for yourself on how you fell down the hill. The second was about the drums that caused you to fall.

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You ringed your hair out as you stepped out of the shower, letting it fall down your back, the water droplets dripping down your skin, and pooling around your feet.

You dried yourself off as you danced to the music playing from your speaker in your small apartment, grabbing the clothes you planned to wear to your date tonight.

What a weird day, huh. You thought back to the drumming and chanting.

You had chosen a pair of black jeans and a cute black top you had recently bought as a treat, the neckline dripping to show your cleavage. The outfit suited your figure beautifully, staring at yourself in the mirror as you tugged on your black, leather heeled Chelsea boots.

You’d only done concealer and mascara for your make-up. Nothing too fancy for a little date.

“Not bad, Y/N. Not bad at all.” You smiled at yourself. You had curled your long hair, tucking one side behind your ear.

You looked behind you, seeing the small box you discovered sitting on your kitchen counter. You glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing you still had some time to kill before your date got here.

After a few minutes of running around your apartment and gathering things like a toothbrush, washing up liquid, a small paintbrush, and paper towels; you set up your little workspace on the counter to clean the box.

You dipped the toothbrush in the soapy water, gently scrubbing the dirt from the box, using the paintbrush to brush any specks of dirt off it.

Some time had passed, and you could finally see the beauty beneath the dirt.

“What are these?” You mumbled to yourself, looking at the strange engraved marks on the box. The box looked silver, but you couldn’t be sure.

Carefully prying the box open with your fingertips, you revealed inside a stranger kind of necklace.

Your head tilted to the side and your brows furrowed together as the small spiral pendant looked almost familiar. Like you had owned one before but forgot about it. A very distant memory.

It was silver, in the shape of an upside-down hammer. The leather cord that was with it had deteriorated, falling apart as soon as you picked up the pendant.

You cleaned off the pendant in the soapy water, patting it dry with a paper towel. Quickly going back to your room and grabbing one of your necklaces, you took the chain from it. Going back to the kitchen where you carefully hooped the pendant onto the silver chain.

Should I...

You pondered for a moment, staring at the pendant in your hand. You raised the chain around your neck, clasping it together at the hooks as it hung on your chest. You stilled for a moment, almost expecting something to happen when you put it on.

“Idiot,” You laughed at yourself, going over to where a mirror was to see how it looked on. But as soon as you took a step forwards, it felt like you began falling. You could hear the chants again from the woods, the drums pounding around you, almost deafeningly loud. Your eyes widened in terror as you couldn’t move your body as you fell back, the floor of your apartment swallowing you in a rabbit hole.

Lights surrounded you in all different colors, seeing silhouettes in the corner of your eye. Were they the ones chanting?

Oh god, oh fuck, oh shit.

Your breathing became labored, struggling to get air as you tried desperately to move your limbs.

The drumming and chanting only growing louder the deeper you fell into this rabbit hole.

Silence.

Suddenly the chanting and drums stopped, looking up to see the disfigured sky. You attempted to move your limbs again, gasping when you found you could move.

You kicked your way up to the sky, gasping for air once you broke through.

The sound of lapping waves and squalling seagulls invaded your ears, a sudden chill going over your body.

You looked around you with wide eyes, astonished by your surroundings. You were in the fucking ocean.

“What the fuck?!” You shrieked out, panic set over you as you tried to stay afloat, legs kicking under the water furiously.

“You’re dreaming. You must have gotten a concussion,” you repeated to yourself. “Yeah, yeah. You’re concussed.”

“You there!”

You snapped your head to see a wooden boat sailing towards you, numerous men aboard it as they all peered down at you. One man, in particular, stood at the arch of the boat, big and with a long braided bear. He was bald, tattoos around his head in strange patterns.

“Did you get lost, woman?” He belly laughed, the other men joining in. You were too much in shock to try and even say anything back. “Frode, throw the poor woman a rope.”

One of the men, skinner than the one barking orders, threw a thick rope towards you, splashing into the water in front of you, the water spraying on your face.

You grabbed the rope, unsure whether or not being on a boat with strangers or being in the ocean alone was better. The men heaved you up to the boat, letting your body hit the deck of it like a wet fish.

You panted slightly, trying to calm your thundering heart before it jumped out your throat.

You weren’t facing the men, your eyes locked onto your hands that dug into the wooden deck, trying to desperately grasp onto some kind of reality.

“Holy fuck.” You gasped out.

“Someone get her something to cover herself with!” The bald, bearded man ordered. Someone came over and wrapped some kind of cloak on you, you quickly tied it on your neck, trying to get warm.

“What kind of clothing is she wearing?” Another man spoke.

“A whore, perhaps?” Another replied.

“Whore!?” You repeated, turning to look at the men for the first time. “Who do you think you're calling a whore?”

The expressions on the men’s faces changed as soon as you looked up at them. The sudden change in mood made you want to cower away. Are these cosplayers? Re-enactors? Why did they dress that way?

“Freyja.” The bald one spoke, barely a whisper.

“Freyja?” You repeated. Who?

You’d never heard such a name before, were they calling you that? The men exchanged a look, communicating with their eyes before turning back to you.

“What’s your name?” The bald one asks, his tone in voice changing.

“Y/N,” you reply, beginning to stand up. “Where is this? Where are we right now?”

“Kattegat.” Someone spoke, earning a quick shove by the person next to him.

Your brows frowned together. Kattegat? Maybe you should have paid more attention in geography class when you were in school.

“Tie her up. We must show the Princes, this is an imposter of Freyja.” The bald one spoke again before walking away, his face unreadable.

“Wait!” You exclaimed, looking around as the men closed in on you, starting to grab you. “Get your fucking hands off of me!”

You elbowed the man who grabbed your from behind, hearing a grunt from him as he doubled over, making you flick your long hair out of your face.

“If anyone touches me, I’ll rip your fucking limbs off.” You warned, getting into a fighting stance with your balled fists in the air. You were outnumbered, by many. Before you could even say another word, one of the men quickly backhanded you across the face, knocking you down to the floor where they all cornered you.

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The bald man, whose name you had learned was Magnus, threw you onto the ground with force, causing you to land on your shoulder. A groan left your lips as pain tingled down your arm.

“Don’t fucking throw me, you bald bastard!” You shouted at him, your hands restrained behind your back and your ankles tied together also, restraining you of trying to run off. Your hair had fallen across your face, limiting your view of your surroundings.  

The whole hall of people turned to look at you, hearing small whispers about your clothing. The music had stopped playing and the cheers.

Who the fuck were these people?

You could barely make out four men sitting at a large table in front of you, maybe a few feet away, two with fair hair and two with dark.

“What’s the meaning of this, Magnus?” You heard one of them say, his accent making your ears perk up. “Did any of you ask for a thrall for the night?” He directed his question to the men beside him.

“My apologies, Prince Ubbe, but...” The bald man suddenly seemed nervous, unsure of what exactly to say. It made you scoff. A big guy like him was scared of these guys? “We found her in the sea--”

“Spit it out, before I rip your tongue out.” Another man at the table spoke, the threat taking you off guard. His accent was the same.

“We believe she’s an imposter and a volva.”

“An imposter and a volva?” another one of the men at the table snickered. “Sound’s interesting, Ubbe.”

“Who are you calling an imposter?” You sneered at the men. “I don’t even know you.”

“Watch your mouth, whore!” You heard, gasping as one of the men who tied you kicked you in your side.

“Enough.” You heard the first man say, hearing the chair he was sitting in move across the floor. “I asked you what the meaning of this was? You’re spoiling our celebration.”

The bald man grabbed the back of your head, gripping onto your hair as he roughly pulled you onto your knees, making you wince. Your hair moved from your face in the process and you could finally see around you. At the table sat the four men, the Princes, you had gathered.

All handsome— wait. Not the right time.

Their faces were twisted in an expression you had never seen before on someone as soon as they looked at you. The whole of the hall went deathly quiet as eyes were on you.

One of the men at the table stood up abruptly, his hands on the table. He had four twisted braids in his dark hair, his eyes a piercing blue as they stared at you. They were the bluest eyes you had ever seen.

Those eyes. You’d seen them before.

“Freyja.” He said to you. Again with the name.

Your head was tugged back, knocking you out of your trance and filling your chest with rage. Ripping your eye contact from him, you turned your attention to the man behind you.

“Get your hands off me before I break them.” You growled out.

Whispers broke out around you, you scowled at them all. What were they all wearing? Are these Vikings?

Your E/C eyes find their way to the blue ones again, he seemed to tense when you looked at him, his breath catching in his throat. It was like he was a statue.

The one with long brown hair with two braids going into one and green eyes stood up.

“Everybody leave.” Was all he said for everyone to leave the room. “You men can also leave. Get out.”

The men behind you began to leave, Magnus let your hair suddenly go from his grip, letting you land onto your face.

“Fuck.” You whimpered out, a tingling pain going up your nose. The only people left in the large hall were you and the four strange men, you strangely began to feel small.

The blonde man who was at the head of the table began to make his way towards you, his footsteps stopping once in front of you. Was this the one they called Ubbe?

“You,” He kneeled on one knee as he grabbed your jaw with his index finger and thumb. “What is your name?”

You hold your tongue, refusing to tell him. But this only made his grip on your jaw tighten.

“If you want to keep your tongue, I suggest you answer when spoken to.” He said lowly, his eyes just as blue as the man behind him. Were they brothers?

You stare into his eyes, trying to stare him down like a dog but his eyes never faltered. His stare was incredibly intimidating.

You gave an exasperating huff of breath, rolling your eyes to yourself.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

He kept staring at you, his eyes studying your face. His eyes looked sad as if pained as he looked at you. His jaw clenched and unclenched before he spoke again. “Why were you in the sea?”

“I don’t know, one moment I was in my home and the next I was in the water.” You knew this had to do with the necklace and the drumming in the woods. It all has to link up somehow. You went to reach up to grab it but remembered your hands were tied.

His eyes moved from yours as he removed his hand from your jaw, turning to the other men at the table. Your eyes followed. Both the one with blue eyes and the blonde one with fluffy hair were frozen in place still. It’s like they’ve seen a ghost.

The one kneeling in front of you raised his eyebrows at the one with the braids as if asking him what to do. He walked over to the both of you, gawking down at you with his green eyes.

“It’s as if she’d risen from the dead, but how can that be? We saw her body that day.” He said, staring down at you.

“Can someone just explain to me what’s going on?” You pipped up. A loud bang caused you to jump, looking towards the cause of the noise. The blue-eyed man had gotten up, his chair fallen behind him and his hands pressed against the surface of the table. His chest was heaving under his leather armor. His face was twisted with anger and hurt, barely looking at you as he grabbed his crutch.

“I don’t care what you do with her," he looked over to you with eyes so intense, your lips parted as your breath hitched in your throat. You felt your heart dip into your stomach.

Holy shit. Those eyes... Where have you seen them before?

"She's not Freyja." He walked out the hall and passed you, his crutch stabbing into the wood beneath him in anger, he looked as if he was almost snarling as he walked through the doors.

“Ivar--” The one with the green eyes called after him, going to walk after him but the one who was knelt suddenly stood up, holding a hand against his chest.

“Leave him, this must be a shocking sight for him. He needs time.”

“Can you untie me so I can leave?” You cut in, the rope irritating the skin off your wrists. The men ignored you, the blonde fluffy-haired one finally speaking up after this whole time.

“You can’t let her leave.”

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You sat awkwardly in the chair, fiddling with your fingers on your lap as the three men stared at you. The fluffy-haired one had untied you but sat you in the chair at the large table, the green-eyed one threatening that if you tried anything then you’d regret it.

Scary.

They spoke as if you weren’t even there too.

“What kind of clothes is she wearing? She's dressed like a prostitute.” The one with the two braids spoke, cutting an apple slowly with a knife before placing it in his mouth.

Your gaze turned to him, anger rising in your chest. What was with these guys? Do they have no respect?

“Say that again,” You pointed your finger towards him. “and I’ll spoon your eyes out. How can you say anything about what I'm wearing when you’re dressed like a rodent in all those furs?”

The man stared at you for a moment before smirking. Who are you smiling at, you bastard--

“With a mouth like hers, she certainly isn’t Freyja. She wouldn’t dare speak like that.” He said. "Even if she is identical to her."

“That’s because I’m not Freyja. And you do know that this is kidnapping, right? You can get put into jail because of this.”

The brothers exchanged a look.

“And where would you find one of those?” Asked the one with the long braid, Ubbe, you remembered. “We’re the sons of Ragnar, nobody can tell us what we can or cannot do.”

Your eyebrows frowned, looking at them sideways at you felt dumbfounded.

Who is Ragnar?

“As if I know, or care, who Ragnar is. Let me go.” You huffed, folding your arms over your chest. Shit, it was cold here. Even this cloak did nothing to help with your soaking clothes.

Their expressions only looked more confused, as if they were more confused than you are and couldn't understand how you didn't know who Ragnar is.

“Where are you from?” The one eating asked.

“Tell me your names and then I’ll tell you what you want to know.” You cocked an eyebrow at them. If they were stupid enough, they’d tell you so you can report them to the police once you find a way out of here.

God, the air here smells like constant shit. You want to go home already, to your scented candles to cleanse your nose of this stench.

“Curious thing, aren’t you? I’m Hvitserk,” Hvitserk pointed to the other men with the end of his knife. “these are my brothers, Ubbe and Sigurd.”

Ubbe smiled at you as Sigurd only stood still, unsure of what to say to you.

“And the blue-eyed one who walked out?” You asked.

“That was Ivar, our youngest brother.”

“What was his problem?” You quizzed again. Shut up, Y/N. This curiosity is the reason why you’re here in the first place.

Ubbe and Hvitserk looked at you before exchanging a look between them, Sigurd shifting on his feet as he cleared his throat. You noticed his jaw clench and his fists tighten at his sides.

“Well?” You repeated, waiting for an answer from one of them.

“The woman you resemble—” Ubbe began, getting cut off by a nudge from Hvitserk.

“Is it wise to tell her?” He asked his brother lowly, his green eyes looking at you.

“You do not think she deserves to know?”

“She could be deceiving us, a volva like the men said,” Hvitserk warned his brother.

You could only roll your eyes at them as you shifted in the chair, crossing your legs over.

“I don’t know what that is, but I can assure you I'm not deceiving you. I just want to know what’s going on.” You sighed, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“You resemble a woman called ‘Freyja’,” Sigurd spoke suddenly, looking into the bright flame that burned in the hall. His brothers turned to look at him with you. “No, you don’t resemble her. You are her.”

“Who is Freyja?” You asked.

“She was my first love.” He turned to look at you. “And Ivar's.”

Hvitserk and Ubbe sat back in the chairs, staying deadly quiet as their brother spoke to you. Their first love?

“What happened to her?” The question made your heart sink, taking you off guard. Why do you care?

“She died protecting us all. She was the most beautiful and loved woman in Kattegat, every man wanted her hand in marriage. Including all of us,” Sigurd suggested to his brothers, making Ubbe take a sip out of his cup and Hvitserk turn his gaze.

“A king came one day, wanting to trade. But once his eyes set on Freyja, demanding to marry her or risk causing a war between us. We all agreed to go to war, prepared, made an army. She refused to cause a war over her, Freyja had always hated violence.”

Sigurd took a shaky breath, his hands trembling in the light of the fire. The sight was enough to let you know how much he was affected by this.

“She... she was in love with Ivar. The thought of either losing him in battle or by marrying herself off was too much for her to ever bare. The day of the battle, Freyja stood between armies, in the middle of the battle field,” His eyes looked at yours, something flashing over them. “She drove a sword through herself in front of everyone. She did it for her love.”

The words made your breath hitch in your throat.

She killed herself... for him?

Your eyes tore away from Sigurd’s figure, looking anywhere but at the brothers.

No wonder Ivar left, you thought. Imagine seeing the woman you loved kill herself in front of you and then seeing her alive again...

“I’m sorry.” You said quietly, staring at your lap. “But I just want to go home. I have a family there, friends. They’re probably searching for me.”

“It’s dark out now,” Ubbe spoke, clearing his throat as he stood. “You should rest here for the night and begin searching for your way back in the morning. We'll help you.”

You nodded a 'thank you', standing from your chair. Hvitserk looked at your soaking clothes, turning to Sigurd.

"Tell one of the thralls to prepare some clothes for Y/N. She can't sleep in those."

Sigurd nodded, walking down a passageway and out of sight. You could see a grateful look on his face towards his brother for getting him out the room.

"You still haven't told me where you're from." Hvitserk turned his attention to you, leaning back against the table.

"Honestly, I don't think any of you will know where I'm from. But I can tell you I'm not from here. I come from a different time." You uttered, holding the necklace under your cloak, your thumb grazing the lines in it. "Someone or something brought me here, I want to know why."

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Ævi - Frontlines

Hey again! This will be a continued series. The first Ævi series is in my masterlist and is only four parts. This is going to be a ongoing series, so there is going to be a lot more of Ævi to come. :)

Summary: Y/n or also known as Ævi has lived through varies of world events. Now it is 1941, she has excepted that some things cannot be changed so Loki has convinced Y/n to go to New York and live a normal life, a life Y/n always wanted. Or as normal it can be, because new introductions lead to events that didn’t go down in the history books.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader, Loki, Steve Rogers, OC Vera

Warnings: idk

Part 8

“What do you mean? I didn’t know that was Bucky’s.” He shrugged. Acting stupid. But I knw him better than that. “Where is the rest?” I asked calmly. “Love I don’t know what you are talking about.” My eyes started to glow. “Loki, tell me where the rest is now or we’re gonna have a problem.” I said as I stepped closer to him. He sighed. “I did this for your own good.” He responded as he made a bundle of letters appear with his magic. I grabbed it out of his hands. There were so many envelopes, they were all opened. “You read them!?” I asked angerly. All he could do was look down. Avoiding my gaze.

“Why?” I asked angerly wanting answers. “He is disposable, he is not forever, even though I have heard you say that it will be forever and I’ve read it. Y/n, there are more important things going on and you are deciding to ignore that for him. He is making you weak, while you can be so much stronger.” I closed my eyes not wanting to see his face right now. “You had no right Loki.” I said as I stormed off to go sit outside. I wanted to read all Bucky’s letters.

In the letters I could feel the hurt behind them of not hearing back from me. The worry that something might have happened to me while I was in Norway. Tears were streaming down my face. This wasn’t fair. Loki taking these letters. How dare he. And who is he to decide for me what is or isn’t holding me back.

After I read the last letter I decided to go back inside. “I’m sorry y/n.” Vera said, she felt sorry for me. “It’s ok. I’m gonna find out where he is training and maybe I can get him out or become a nurse there or something.” Vera pulled me by my arm. “Is that a good idea?” She asked me. “Yes, I could heal him if something happens to him, he’ll at least be safer if I’m there.” I went on. I walked upstairs to pack whatever I needed to go where ever I needed to go. “Y/n, you might want to think this through a little more.” I turned around looking at her. “I am thinking this through. I need to go see him. He thinks I am dead. I need to see him. Wouldn’t you have done that for your husband?” I asked Vera. “I would, but you are not me y/n. You have other things to worry about... The Tesserect?” I closed my eyes. I already forgot. “Shit.” I said under my breath shaking me head. I didn’t want to admit it, but Vera was right. I sighed rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands. “You’re right... I’m gonna pack and look for who ever took it.” I will find Bucky after I retrieved the Tesserect, it shouldn’t take that long.

After I packed my things in a small bag I was ready to go where ever the tracks will take me. It hurt not bein able to go to Bucky. I did write him another letter and will be sending it myself. Hopefully Bucky will get it and otherwise Steve will. 

Dear Bucky,

I am so terribly sorry for not writing you sooner. I just today received your all your letters from the last five months. There has been some trouble with the mail here.

You need to know I am ok and I am safe. I understand why you are joining the army, even though it does make me very sad. But I want you to know I understand.

I hope you keep writing me as much as you can and so will I. But I might not be able to as much as I would like right now. For that I am sorry.

Tell Steve I said hi.

I love you Bucky, now, tomorrow and forever,

Y/n

Now it was time for me to leave. I walked up to Loki. “I want to borrow your knifes.” I told him. “So you are talking to me? Why do you want my knifes? You want to stab me, love?” Loki smirked. “Oh believe me, I have thought of doing that. But no, your knifes are a little more discreet than a sword. So give them to me, please.” The last part I said under my breath. I was hurt by what Loki did. He knew I loved him, but yet he still decided to hurt me like this. “Where are you going?” He asked as he made his knifes appear out of thin air. “I am getting the Tesserect.” I said as I took his knifes out of his hands and put them behind my back. I walked over to Vera to give her one tight hug before leaving out of the front door. 

“I’m coming with you then. You need all the help you can get.” Loki said as he trailed behind me. “No, I’m doing this alone. The Tesserect is my responsibility. Besides, you’re going back to Asgard. Thank you for the knifes, I will return them. You have done enough here on Earth.” I told Loki as I stepped back. “Heimdall.” I yelled to the sky moving away from Loki as he tried to follow me. “Y/n, you need help.” He tried. “Maybe, but I don’t want yours.” The Bifrost beamed down and I quickly stepped away as Loki got beamed up. “Goodbye Loki.” I said while I could still see him, but quickly he was gone. This was something I had to do on my own. Besides, it shouldn’t take very long.

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November 1943

It had been over a year and still no Tesserect found. I had been looking all over Europe and had some leads, but they were always dead ends. The one plus side is that I now knew where some of the HYDRA facilities where. But there was never a Tesserect. I tried to stay in the background and not make it obvious that I was there, only making myself known if it was absolutely necessary. And let me tell you, these HYDRA agents knew how to fight, they wouldn’t beat me, but they knew how to fight. Even then if I had to fight there usually wasn’t an alarm, cause who would believe that a lady came out of nowhere and beat them up?

I still tried to write Bucky as much as I could and he was very happy when Steve delivered him my letter. After that Bucky would write me almost everyday and I had a lot of letter to read that were from him every time I came back to Sweden. But for the last month or so I hadn’t heard from Bucky anymore. I knew now he was in the army and a sergeant of the 107th. It made me worry not hearing from him, but I still needed to retract the Tesserect. I still kept writing him, in hopes he would write me back some day soon.

Right now I had to focus on my next lead. Vera had helped me out doing research on everything that had to do with HYDRA. She had found another facility in the Austrian Alps. That was where I was right now. I had waited until it was dark so I had some extra cover. This facility was heavily guarded and kept bringing people in and out. My guess was that it might be prisoners. I hadn’t seen a facility like that before where they took prisoners. If I can be quick about it I am going to try and get them out. No one has to know it was me.

I checked myself one last time before going in. I had my Norwegian uniform on, with Loki’s knife’s strapped on my lower back and two guns strapped on my belt. Not that I ever used it, but just incase. I looked down from the trees that I was hiding in and saw a clear path towards one of the bigger doors that was open. I jumped down from the tree quietly and started to run quickly for the door. Luckily I was quicker than your average human, so I went unnoticed. As I got inside I hid right behind a big box. Looking for the next direction to go in. On the other side of the storage room or garage I saw a door on the second level. That would be the way to go. I was stealthy moving around, only having to duck a few times for guards that were passing by. As I came closer to the back it was becoming harder to get to the door. More and more guards or workers would walk in and out a door that was on the first level. I looked around trying to see if there was a way for me to get there easily. Nothing worth noting for a way through, but I wondered what they were making. So I started snooping around from my hiding spot.

In one of the boxes there were these weapons, ones I have never seen before. They looked like they were from the future, but not the one I remember. It looked like they could shoot some lasers or something. It looked very strange and out of place. As I looked around some more I saw a tank. At first I didn’t think anything of it, but having another look it also seemed to be out of place with the forties. What were they making here. All of this definitely didn’t go down in the history books. What is this place?

I had to duck away from more guards passing by and now I finally had an opening. As quickly as I could I ran over to one of the boxes on the other side. In a swift motion I jumped up and was on the second floor, quickly opening the door and hoping nobody saw me out there. As I turned around there was a man with two guards in strange suits. “Who are you?” The mas asked. “Who are you?” I retorted trying to figure out my next move. “I am colonel Lohmer. I didn’t know we captured women as well. And I didn’t know one escaped.” He said as he looked over to the guards. He nodded at them motioning for them to get me.

I stood still for a moment, waiting for them to come towards me. As they put their hands towards me I sprung in action. I ducked and swept one of them off their feet. As I stood up I quickly kicked the other one in the stomach and he flew back and not getting back up. The guard that I had swept of his feet grabbed my leg trying to make me fall back, but my strength kept me up and it was useless for him to even try. I spun around and kicked him in the head and he fell to the ground. “Not the best guards, I’m a little disappointed.” I said as I turned around and looked at Colonel Lohmer. He was pointing his gun at me. I put my sleeves up, slowly revealing golden bracelets that covered my arms that was part of my costume.

He started firing his gun at me, while I was deflecting every single bullet. Until one hit me by my right shoulder. There was blood coming out, but as quickly as that happened, it stopped and the wound that was there a second ago was now already healed. Only a little blood left on my jacket, but that was it. I looked back at the Colonel. He dropped his gun, he was out of bullets. He reached for his back and got a knife. “Really? You see that bullets don’t work, so what makes you think a knife will?” I asked seriously curious. A lot of people seemed to do that. I sighed and reached for my back pulling out the two knifes, spinning them around once in my hands. “I am just looking for something. I don’t want to hurt you.. badly. Have you seen a blue cubical? Answer that question and you’ll be fine.” I said as I stepped closer. He pointed his head in the direction of the other way of the hall. “Thanks.” I said as I hit him with the handle of my knife and he fell down to the floor.

As I ran through the hallway I opened every door I could, to try and see if I could find any clue as to where the Tesserect might be. As I opened another door I could hear commotion that was going on outside. People were yelling and I heard guns go off. Hopefully that was not because of me. I had been quiet this entire time. Or fairly quiet at least. But this didn’t sound like people that would be looking for me, it sounded like they were getting attacked or something. I quickly closed the door and moved on to the next one. Still nothing. The next door I opened and something blew up and I slightly flew back from surprise. Closed that door and moved on. Now a alarm started to go off, they were definitely being attacked. I could hear things being exploded from outside. I had to be quicker or I might get myself into a lot of trouble. 

People were starting to come run in to the hallway where I was at. As soon as they saw me they started blasting with their guns. It was some sort of laser. I dodged every single one of them and got closer. There were five guards. With all my strength I started to knock them out one by one. The first one a right hook, the second a left, the third I swept off his feet and hit him in the face for good measure, the fourth I ran up and kicked in the stomach with two feet, as I fell on my back from impact I used that to quickly jump back up and kick the fifth one in the face. Once they were all down I around the corner of the hallway a small man passed by me with glasses on. He gave me a shocked look before running away from me. I kept looking at him and as I turned around I saw a tall man standing in the hallway. As I got ready to fight he said. “Y/n?” That voice was familiar. The tall man stepped out of the dark so I could see him better.

“Steve?” 

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December 7th: Movie Night

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Rating: E for Everyone

Word count: 882; not beta read, we live and die by the sword

Warnings: Naughty words, but that’s it

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(A/N): What? Late? I’m not late??? (Thanks you guys for understanding, I had a stressful few days, I ope to get caught up this weekend!) Prompts from @honeymandos; Photo credit: pinterest 

“This is such BULLSHIT! He really thinks he can do THAT? Just leave the base with no orders just to win back some girl?!” Frankie howled with laughter as the lovesick love interest forlornly thought back on how he wrecked his chances with brunette female protagonist. You got to pick the movie and decided on a sickeningly sweet Christmas romance movie that was on TV, partly because you were a sucker for romance and partly because you just knew it would be horrible. 

“A Class-A Holiday” was truly ghastly; the tale of a small town girl moving to a military area and teaching the straight-laced army families, and one handsome and stubborn lieutenant in particular, the magic and importance of Christmas, family, and love. There are so many story points that would only make sense in the movie world, like the fact that she opened a Christmas store year-round and that she somehow paid off an army event-planner to make the holiday ball more Christmas-y. 

But Frankie could not move past the disgracefully terrible army uniforms, the titular class-a ensembles being truly egregious, and complete disregard for any rules or procedures “Frankie, that’s not the point, he’s got to make the romantic gesture. She taught him about the magic of Christmas and now he has to save HER Christmas,” your half-hearted defense is only making him laugh more. You lean over Frankie to set your warm mug back on the coffee, settling back into his side with your head against his chest. 

“Excuse me, Major, sir. I need to request time off-base.”

“When, lieutenant?

“Right now, sir. I’ve gotta make things right with Kelsey before I ship off.”

“........Go get your girl, Baxter.”

The two of you dissolve into giggles against each other, it was actually getting worse and worse. The movie cuts to Kelsey closing up her store for the holidays as sad music plays. It starts to snow as she puts the keys back into her pocket and heaves a dramatically heavy sigh as she starts walking, snow starting to fall. A montage of her happy moments with Lt. Baxter: the meet cute where she spills hot cocoa on him, their ice rink date, their first kiss at the town Christmas tree lighting. 

“I can’t tell if this is more insulting to military members or their families?” Frankie shakes his head in disbelief at the sappy scenes trying to pull on the heartstrings. We hear the audio from their argument about him being deployed and Frankie scoffs again at the ridiculous discussion.

“Chase, how could you do this? How could you not tell me?”

“I didn’t want to ruin our time together.”

“Well, maybe there is still something we can do?”

“No, Kelsey, we can’t! I’m going overseas with my orders and that’s it! This isn’t some stupid thing you can fix with ‘Christmas magic’! It’s over, grow up!”

“Jesus, you would never put up with this shit from me, even when I was getting deployed,” you chuckle and shift so your legs lay across his lap. “Not a chance, soldier boy. Ugh, but our last time together being at Christmas with snow falling dramatically around us with the lights a twinkling? You can’t deny that it sounds rather romantic, plus you wouldn’t have had to miss the holidays,” you fall back with your arm theatrically draped over your forehead before joining Frankie’s warm chuckle and snuggling back under his arm.

“KELSEY, WAIT!”

“Chase? What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be on-base to ship off tomorrow?”

“I had to tell you. I was a goddamn idiot to yell at you. You’re the best thing I’ve ever had, even if I’ve only known you for a month.”

“Chase, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I love you and, if you’d do me the honor,” the Lieutenant kneels “Please take my ring. I can’t tell you it’ll be a short or easy engagement. It’ll probably be long and lonely, but if it means that we both know that we had each other the whole time, it’d be so worth it. Then, when I’m home, I’m yours. No more tours and the biggest Christmas wedding you’ve ever seen. So, Kelsey Matthews, will you marry me? Please? You’d make me the luckiest son of bitch the army had ever seen.”

As Kelsey throws her arms around his neck, crying and nodding, you realize that your soldier has gone awfully quiet. Peeking up, you see the faint trace of moisture around his eyes, his grip around you tightens. “I wish I could have given that nice of a speech, instead of stumbling over myself,” you cup his cheek with your hand, feeling his sad smile against your palm. “I wouldn’t give up the speech you made for the entire world. I loved it,” his hand entwines with yours as he holds it still to his cheek, “I love you, Francisco Morales.” 

The cheery end credit music plays as you lean up to kiss Frankie’s soft lips, mustache tickling from the angle. You might not have gotten everything perfect as a movie, but at least your love interest had all of those movie men beat. Because your story doesn’t have to end before the beautiful life you get to live by each other’s side.

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[henriiiii-1001old]

ramble time, go

*SLAMS TABLE* THANK YOU ANON LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO

ok, so i've been thinking abt putting some more symbolism and foreshadowing into my au, but i didn't really know how to do that

until i remembered there was supposedly a show that aired around 1983 in fnaf 4, so i made plot for it :]

(i'm just gonna put this under a "keep reading bc this fucker's gonna be l o n g)

just tl;dr: fredbear goes missing, freddy and friends + spring bonnie go out to look for him, find the funtimes, get kidnapped, villain gets revealed, spring bonnie escapes, comes back with new friends and beats main villain's ass

so, the show first started when an indie animation studio asked william and henry to make a kids show based off of their characters, and they gave the go ahead. the show was called "fazbear and friends", and here's kinda the general stuff:

your main character is spring bonnie, who is looking for their lost boyfriend best friend, fredbear. he had been kidnapped not too long ago along with some other people in their village by an unknown villain. they go to the fazbear crew-- freddy, bonnie, chica, and foxy -- for help. they accept bc fredbear is their friend too and they wanna help ppl

so they start heading out, and whenever they think they're a step closer to fredbear, they meet one of the funtimes. the first one they encounter is ballora, a ballerina mother who is looking for her daughter. they next meet funtime foxy and funtime freddy, who are star-crossed lovers who were banished from their village. they then meet circus baby, who at first was hostile towards the group but then saw ballora and calmed down.

now, all of these characters have special abilities:

freddy: an enchanting, really good singing voice. it's able to scare away enemies because they hate positivity (this is a kids' show may i remind you lmao) bonnie: really good at playing guitar. he often accompanies freddy's singing. chica: amazing drummer and also accompanies freddy and bonnie. when she's not doing that, she's making pizza for everyone. she also has a magic rainbow as a pet, but no one knows where it came from foxy: really good storyteller and a cool pirate man with good skills with his sword. he needs work on sailing a ship though fredbear: the ability to communicate with people from far away as well as spirits spring bonnie: the ability to disguise as anyone they want, but they have to do the voice impressions themself (which they're pretty good at) circus baby: can turn her arms into claws to fight people. she can also make ice cream from her stomach ballora: she can dance fight. and she's very flexible and can walk around like a spider funtime freddy: really good magician and can actually use magic to make things appear and reappear. also can make anyone laugh by telling a joke (stand up comedian shit) funtime foxy: very jazzy dance man and can dodge most attacks with ease

they all become somewhat good friends and get along!

anyways, so they all finally stumble upon what seems to be an abandoned palace. they find fredbear inside what seems to be a throne room. fredbear and spring bonnie rekindle, but then all of a sudden, their magic is taken away. fredbear's magic seems to be different as he was able to cuff everyone's hands with a weird magic and he introduces someone he's been working for this entire time: the pink peril.

so pink peril explains that he was the one kidnapping people because he wanted to take all the magic in the world and take it over for himself because evil reasons. and he found out that you can take someone's magic away when they are at their most vulnerable (for example, spring bonnie is most vulnerable around fredbear). he then explains that he had kidnapped fredbear but promised him a small fraction of pink peril's power if he joined him. so fredbear did just that. plus, he wanted to ensure that pink peril didn't hurt spring bonnie or any of the others.

spring bonnie and the rest of the gang are of course hurt, and spring bonnie declares their romantic relationship friendship over. before everyone is locked away so they can get their powers taken away, pink peril notices chica's pet magic rainbow and says something about it being connected to someone called the white rabbit. so he tries taking it away from the gang, but spring bonnie manages to escape the magic binding their arms, takes the rainbow, and escapes. everyone else is cheering them on, and they promise that they'll come back to rescue everyone.

[end of season 1]

now, this is representative of william's first travel through fnaf world, but it's a little different. so william burns in the ffps fire and wakes up in fnaf world. he meets fredbear and is told that if he wants his punishment suspended for a bit, he's gonna have to go and gather all the other souls he burned with. and fredbear also sends the missing children with him so he doesn't try anything funny. so they find kathryn, mike schmidt, fritz smith, charlie, and elizabeth while on their travels. they also meet up with carol and chris bc they were sent by fredbear to help. the group then meets up with fredbear again but they then get transported to a weird dimension where they meet someone who calls himself "king mikah" (who is really king michael but michael decided to be an identity thief for 2.2 seconds). so "king mikah" explains that he had taken over fnaf world to indulge in experiments with remnant and also to give william a "proper punishment", so they all fight, the group succeeds, and "king mikah" escapes and goes into hiding. william then goes and finds that "king mikah" had been building a place for himself, and as he was being chased bc he broke into the place, he found a room full of portals to different dimensions. he jumped into one and was never seen again. unfortunately though, that portal led to the vr game fazbear ent was developing, which starts the rest of act 3

SO now onto season 2 of fazbear and friends! so spring bonnie had escaped pink peril's clutches and comes upon a forest of glowing trees. here, he follows a mysterious figure to someone called the white rabbit. the white rabbit explains that she has been trapped in this realm for years because of an unknown force stripping her of her magic and sealing her there. she then recognizes chica's magic rainbow, and they merge to form the white princess, who is just the white rabbit but her powers have been restored. she gives thanks to spring bonnie by telling them she will help them with whatever they want. so they then explain the stuff with pink peril, and white princess is really sad bc they used to know each other in a positive way :'( but they were also granted some magic to help fight.

as they go on their way to pink peril's palace, they meet up with a refugee from the palace, the marvelous marionette, who gives them shelter to hide from pink peril and plan out their attack. sadly though, they are eventually found by pink peril, and white princess is kidnapped. behind the scenes though, pink peril had brainwashed her into becoming pink peril's own magic rainbow, and now that he has her on his side, he can take over the world.

spring bonnie finds themself in the glowing forest again, but this time they meet the white king, who is white princess's father. spring bonnie notices there's a seal placed on him so he can't escape, but spring bonnie, using the magic white princess had bestowed them, frees the king and they face pink peril once and for all.

they first free the fazbear gang and the funtimes. then, they face the evil magic rainbow. as they face pink peril one-on-one, they use the power of friendship to defeat him, and peace is finally restored to the land. fredbear tries rekindling his and spring bonnie's relationship, but they reject him and he gets put in jail.

[end of season 2/show]

now this one is a bit more complicated to explain. so william and vannie fight and they die together in a fire vannie had caused. they wake up together and face "king mikah" immediately. they are taken to his palace where he explains what he's gonna do to them. vannie then exposes him as michael and not mikah, and he gets mad. william and vannie escape together before anything happens.

as they're running from king michael as far as they can, they meet up with spring bonnie, who helps them on their journey to stop king michael. they explain that they're not working with king michael because they and fredbear had a really bad falling out. spring bonnie didn't want to work with a cruel king who took the land by force, but fredbear ensured they'd have great power. william knew that was familiar, but couldn't put is tongue on it >:/o

then, they meet up with charlie, and she offers them shelter to plan out how to defeat king michael. she and cassidy also had a falling out of their own, but charlie still loved her with all her heart and wanted to save her. but then vannie gets kidnapped and brainwashed into becoming chica's/michael's magic rainbow.

william them stumbles upon the lord scott, who was the old ruler of the land before michael had taken over. he agrees to help william if william can accept his fate of punishment. william accepts and then they go face michael.

they fight for a bit and as michael is about to serve the final blow, vannie comes up behind him and stabs him in the chest, leaving him fatally injured. scott becomes ruler of fnaf world again, everyone's happy, and michael and william get sent to their respective levels to be punished.

WOOOO THAT'S IT THANK YOU IF YOU READ THIS FAR

[idjitlili]

Legolas x reader

I am so tired I stayed up till 5 am last night reading so sorry if this shit. It is shit, Idont know what happened

Imagine somehow being teleported into Tolkien’s ,the hobbit, and you end up meeting legolas and Thranduil. In which you insult thranduil, Thorin is sorta your daddy.

You have been travelling with the company since the trolls tried to eat everyone. You had quite literally came out of a floating , flame coloured line. Only to walk into the tree. A troll had picked you up and attempted to eat you as-well , but you really didn’t care, as you was focusing how your head hurt from the tree.

After explaining your situation to Gandalf , which he ended up believing that you weren’t from here, due to your clothing, and strange sayings. Plus the evidence that all the dwarves and a Hobbit had seen you magically appear.

Thorin didn’t like having a teenage girl , with barely any self defence skills , to come with on their adventure, mission, thing. Yet he felt like he had to protect you from harm, surprisingly since you saw how he treated Bilbo. Uh basically he’s your dad.

The first night with the company , they had all offered you blankets , food (lucky Bombur makes a lot.) , the princes had given you some of their extra tunics. Which they had a lot because dwarves likes to wear layers. Too bad they weren’t green.

Dori acted like a mother to you , he would make sure you ate , and even got Ori to make you knitted goods. The dwarves thought you you would freeze to death , as dwarves didn’t get as cold as humans. Something to do with their build or something, you recall Balin telling you.

You became quick friends with Bilbo, he was interested in where you were from, and what it was like there.

Kili and fili teased you for your weird obsession with potatoes, as you mostly ate them, and you even had gone far enough to make a potato ring. (I actually did)

Now you and the company are In Mirkwood forest , unaware to what is going to strike, soon.

Kili and fili ,stood either side of you in a protective manner. For hours the company had been walking through Mirkwood, Thorin denying any assumptions that they were lost.

You grunt , at the blisters that are forming on your feet , that are sweating in your trainers.

“My legs hurt.” You moan , quietly dragging out hurt.

Kili scoffs at you , “your legs are longer , imagine how mine feel.”

You look at Bilbo who is lagging behind,

“Well you can’t say anything , Bilbos legs are as long as my dick.”

“OI y/n, i dont have no legs.”

“I never said that , my dick is hugeeeeee.”

“You don’t have a dick .” Bofur responds loudly , with annoyed tone.

“How would you know if she had a dick. You haven’t seen it.” Kili responds sending you a wink.

“Yeah thank you , my dick is in my head.”

“How would it fit though?” Fili inquires , with a confused facial expression.

“I meant my personality you jensen Ackles , and John travolta blend!” You reply smirking to yourself .’Boom roasted’ not that he would get the joke.

Unknown the rest of the company Bilbo had climbed up a tree to look for a way out of mirkwood. The air felt limited in the poisoned forest , you felt chills go up your back, shivering slightly.

“Thorin...” you speak slowly, as you spot a eight legged spider, approach in the distance. It was bigger than a sheep, teeth like knives, beads for eyes.

Thorin grabs you and makes sure you are behind him, before you know it , all the dwarves plus you are surrounded. You unarmed, stay close with thorin , so you don’t die.

Suddenly the spiders are everything, no escape, the spiders are travelling down by webs and pulling up the dwarves , who don’t see it coming because they are too busy fighting the ones on the ground. When they are pulled up , they are wrapped into a webbed cocoon.

Thorin grabs a hold of you and pulls you into his jacket , then you are both slung up into the air, you become dizzy from being wrapped up in the webbing. Then you and thorin are in just stuck. For what it seems like forever.

Until , you feel yourself falling down slowly from the trees, the cocoon is ripped open by thorin. You get up looking around there are several, other cocoons with dwarves crawling out of them. You look around to see there are still spiders everywhere, you look to the floor and see thorins swords , picking up quickly you pass it to him. he nods with appreciation and passes you a dagger.

I guess you have no chance but try to help , otherwise the others will die because you were too scared to take a chance.

‘You miss 100% the shots you don’t take -Wayne Gretzky-Michael Scott -y/n l/n’

Before you can even look around for a target , you are rugby tackled to the ground, by a disgusting excuse of one of Morgan freeman’s creations.(I think he’s god uh)

You pull your arm out of its grasp, with your ,sorry thorins dagger in hand , before the poison from the spider can be injected. You stab it the face , its body goes stiff around you curling. You push it off gagging at its texture, you pull yourself off the floor only to be tackled again.

This time the dagger had been knocked out of your gasp , desperately you try to reach it buts in use, the creature pushes you down hard. You pull up your leg and kick as hard as you can, it lands on the left of you. You finally able to grab the dagger going to kill the spider, but someone beats you to it , FIring an arrow through its head.

You look up to see a blonde dude, why is he wearing leggings. Weirdo, your brother accidentally put your leggings on ,once and ripped the crotch how he didn’t notice

he doesn’t own leggings. I do not know.

Snapping you out of your thoughts , you are dragged up, dagger snatched out of your hand, and you are roughly pushed towards the group.

“Don’t you touch her again , or I’ll make sure your everlasting life does t last.” Thorin snaps at the ginger elf that had man handled you. What a bitch.

“Oh is this human your girlfriend?awwe.” The blond elf snickers at Thorin, kili and fili gag at the thought of their uncle being in a relationship.

“Uh princess , yeah you with the dance pants. Treat the king of erebor with a little respect. Assbutt.” You glare at the blond, who tended at your words. Haha loser.

“There is no king under the mountain not will there ever be.” He replies , scowling at you.

“Yes , there will be , princess.” He scoffs.

———————————————————

The blonde elf that you soon discover his name is legolas ,and he is the kings sOn.

Bilbo was missing , aand the company were led to the woodland realm. You could only hope that he would find a way for us to escape.

You and Thorin were spilt from the other dwarves, we were brought to the king. He stuck a deal with Thorin who declined. This king was as dickhead , and narcissistic. Legolas is stood next to you just in case you tried anything .

“Take him alway, ill take to his girlfriend now.” The woodland king states to his guard smoothly.

You scoff.

“ I am literally 18, you perv.”

You feel his ice eyes , stare at you , judging , your whole life, your clothing.

“You are not from here are you,child?” He must of noticed your keanu reeves shirt.

“No”

“tell me why you travel with these dwarves.”

“Why, I like them.”

He scoffs “they are scum, pigs , thieves.” He growls at you , circling you.

“Oi princess , this is your daddy?” You ask legolas who refuses to meet your eye.

“ all I can say is, at least thorin actually loves me and he’s not even my real dad.” Thranduils jaw clenched so hard that he probably could bite your head off.

“We are NOT talking about my son we are talking a bout you.”

“ okay listen here you self obsessed prick, I don’t give a shit about what you want, so cut the shit and get to the point.”

“ I want you to get my the gems of starlight,Thorin won’t expect it from you, I’ll let you all go.”

You feel bad for legolas his dad is soulless, makes him do everything while , he sits on his throne , acting like Gaston.

“No, I am not doing that to my friends, If you wasnt such an asshole and helped Thorin when Azog attacked them he probably would’ve given them to you. But you didn’t. So you suck”

Thranduils faces fled with red , he was angry he whipped his head to towards you.

“Get her to her cell now, legolas.”

“Just saying who risks their own sons life on a forest that clearly can’t be saved,”

“My sons well being doesn’t concern you. Human.”

“You clearly haven’t got love with son. You need to get yourself a girl mat-“

you are interrupted by a slap in the face.

“Well that was a girly move, who slaps , go punch me instead.”

Legolas pulls you out of the rooms quickly, not allowing things to worsen, walking you towards the cells.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why?”

He stops and looks at you,” because he will probably execute your friends.”

“Doubt it , he wants them gems , then he needs someone to kill the dragon.” You speak carefully walking down the stairs.

He hummed in response.

After you walked into your cell,you turned and smiled at him. You knew he wasn’t as mean as he portrayed himself as.

“Uh sorry for making fun of your trousers ,” you whispered so thorin didn’t hear , he would skin him.

He smiled lightly “sorry my Ada slapped you.”

“It was a bitch move not going to lie. “ you reach up to my face that still stung, You grin.

“I have no doubt you are going to escape.” He whispers.

“Yes sir. Stay safe princess,savvy?”

———————————————————

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh” you let out , as the water in the river splashed you hard in the face.

“Why is this so fun, yet we are still being hunted.” You throw up arms like you are on a ride in a theme park, until an arrow flies at yodu and almost hits you.

You turn to see legolas , you wave to him. He just keeps running after you and the dwarves , saying our butts , see he was a good dude.

Because of you distracting legolas , he couldn’t see an orc going to hit Tauriel. She got punched square in the nose , falling into legolas , whodidn’t see it coming and fell in the water.

For elves being graceful, that wasn’t ,but fortunately he landing in the water right near you. You reach in the water and some how pull him up so he’s holding onto the barrel. You lean back so it doesn’t tip his way. Still does. He’s stuck in the water with you. You offer him a smile.

“How was your fall?” You ask him.

“Into the water ? Amazing.” He replies grunting.

‘No falling from heaven”

“Oh.” He blushes

[changing-constantly]

What about some kind of edmund x reader fic during prince caspian or voyage and the reader can do magic and she gets really angry and accidentally causes like a fire or something and he has to calm her down? Idk I've got edmund on the brain lately haha

Thank you so much for the request! I love it!

Also this is my first Tumblr fic so I’m sorry if it’s really bad lol. (Also I hate the ending but it’s fine)

Fire Girl

Warnings: a little swearing, some angst, Peter and Caspian being dumb

Note: I do not claim to own Narnia or any of its characters, all credit to C.S Lewis of course

Here we go!!

The walk back through the forest was silent. (Y/n) could feel the gloom hanging in the air like a smog. She walked with her eyes locked on the back of Peter and Caspian’s heads, jaw locked and hand resting on the hilt of her sword.

If they had just listened to me

She could feel her anger bubbling in her stomach, ready to explode at any moment. Edmund walked close behind her, eyeing her with worry. As they emerged from the trees, she saw the crowd of Narnians waiting for their arrival. As they neared, their hopeful smiles were replaced with confusion and pain.

“What happened?” Lucy asked as they approached. (Y/n) opened her mouth, but Peter got there first.

“Ask him.” he spat, glaring daggers at Caspian

“Peter-“ Susan scolded but was quickly interrupted by Caspian

“Me? You could have called it off, there was still time.”

“No there wasn’t thanks to you” Peter retorted, moving closer “If you had stuck to the plan, those soldiers might still be alive right now”

“and if we had just stayed here like I suggested, they definitely would be” Caspian snapped, nearly chest to chest with Peter

(Y/n)’s blood was boiling. She couldn’t hold back any longer

“STOP IT” she shouted. Unsheathing her sword with a shaking hand. They both stared at her with wide eyes. “You are both equally responsible for this”

“(Y/n)-“ Peter reached for her arm

“Don’t touch me” she snarled, pulling away. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks “If you had just LISTENED to me in the first place, NONE of this would have happened. You both refused to let go of your pride or think of anyone but yourselves.” her grip on her sword began to glow red

“(Y/n) please calm dow-” Caspian tried to pull the sword out of her hand

“Neither of you are worthy of ruling Narnia.” Her sword dropped out of her hand, the hilt blackened and warped “Your fight to constantly be the best has cost us dozens of lives. No King would be that immature or selfish.” With these last words sparks flew out of her shaking hands and caught the grass around her. She snapped out of her trance and stared at her burning palms.

Shit

She stumbled back, lighting more grass ablaze

“(Y/n)!” She heard Edmund shout somewhere behind her

“No no no GET AWAY FROM ME” she screamed, trying to shake off the heat that consumed her, only causing more heat to erupt from her body. As she grew more panicked, the flames grew higher around her. She fell to the ground, shaking and crying, trying with all her might to stop the fires bursting from her hands. Suddenly a figure was in front of her, shaking her lightly and calling her name. Everything was muffled and blurry. All she could hear was her heart pounding. Pounding. Pounding.

��(Y/N) can you hear me?!”

She knew that voice. Hands grasped her face and she blinked away her tears to see Edmund crouching in front of her. His face was pale and covered in soot, eyes wide with fear.

“(Y/n) I need you to calm down” he said, his voice soothing and calm despite the shake in his hands. She felt a wave of calm wash over her as he continued to talk and hold her.

“Everything is going to be okay, I’ve got you, you’re ok…” The heat prickling her skin began to melt away and the smoke cleared, revealing the crowd of Narnian’s standing a few yards away. They all stared at her fearfully. (Y/n) let out a shaky breath and looked back up at Edmund who was now holding her shoulders.

“are you okay?” He asked, the scratch of smoke now evident in his voice. She nodded slightly but couldn’t bring herself to reply. His deep brown eyes pierced hers and she could tell he knew she was lying. “Really?” he asked, looking her up and down for injuries. She broke, tears slipping from her eyes, she pulled him into a tight hug. He responded immediately, wrapping her in his arms and moving to fully sit on the ground.

“thank you” she whispered “for saving everyone from me”

“Hey” he said sternly, pulling back and looking her in the eyes “it’s not your fault. Peter and Caspian deserved every bit of telling off” he smiled slightly “which you definitely did” she scoffed, rolling her eyes

“well they were being complete fucking idiots, someone had to stop them”. Edmund snickered, his eyes twinkling brightly. She couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was when he laughed.

Wait. What? No, I don’t like Edmund. Do I?

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Hello? Earth to (Y/n)?” She blinked, realizing she had been staring. She looked at his hand which he was waving near her face and noticed the raw and burnt skin on his palms.

“Your hands!” she gasped, grabbing them. “Did I do this?” she asked fearfully

“its alright” he said “I’m fine. I was stupid enough to grab your hands when they were literally on fire” he smirked

She was about to open her mouth to respond when someone cleared their throat behind them. She turned to see Peter and Caspian standing there awkwardly. Her smile faded and she stood up slowly to face them.

“(y/n) I’m so sorry, you were completely right, we were being complete idiots-“ Peter rambled, staring at his feet

“Peter, its fine” she interrupted, grabbing his arm to get his attention. He looked up at her confused “Just, try to be less of an ass next time? Both of you?” she said, grinning widely. He smiled slightly and nodded

“of course.”

[king-finnigan]

I Found Something In The Woods Somewhere - Chapter 1

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier

Genre/Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, tw: suicide mention in chapter 3 (minor character, not graphic), Cursed Jaskier

Words: 3,000 per chapter, 3 chapters

Summary: After getting wounded by a particularly nasty Kikimora, Geralt spends a week in the woods, fighting an infection and ailing. When he finally wakes up, a scream rings through the forest. He finds the source: a wounded fox. But as he approaches the creature, he can't help but notice the bright blue eyes, and how familiar they seem.

A/n: Special thanks to @panlesters for being my beta! This fic, and especially the first chapter, is heavily inspired by In The Woods Somewhere by Hozier. This is chapter 1 of 3, and I will post the next 2 chapters sometime this week as well. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy, and don’t hesitate to leave a like and a comment if you feel like it!

You can also read this on AO3! Masterlist here.

Faces floated in front of his eyes as he tried to keep them open, his vision fading out and reappearing every few seconds. The world swayed around him, sweat dripping from his brow. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to fight the dizziness washing over him. Behind closed eyelids, he saw the face of his mother, her red hair and kind eyes treacherous. Yennefer appeared next to her, all raven curls and snarky expressions.

He groaned and lifted a heavy hand to swat the visions away, and they disappeared like smoke, the colours blending into each other to form one last face. Brown hair framing blue eyes, the lips forming words he couldn’t hear, the hurt in his features apparent and painful.

Geralt’s voice was hoarse, and his throat parched, the words barely able to leave his mouth. “I’m sorry, Jaskier.” He opened his eyes again, the world around him different shades of grey and brown, the shapes blurred. Somewhere, in the outskirts of his mind, he could feel the cool night air on his warm skin, sweat dripping from his forehead. The dirt underneath him fell away, and he was falling, falling, into the abyss. I’m sorry - his last thought before he went unconscious once again.

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He awoke with a start, blinking furiously to clear the haze in front of his eyes. Dirt was digging in his cheek, and he could smell the iron of blood, both old and fresh. He tried to push himself up with his left arm from his foetal position on the forest floor, but his shoulder screamed in agony, and he dropped back into the mud with a groan.

Instead, he waited until the pain subsided, then used his right arm to lift himself up, slowly but surely, until he was sat upright, his back against an old oak tree. His lungs were heaving, and he had to fight the dark spots that were swimming across his vision, determined to stay awake this time.

He was in the woods, large canopies above his head filtering the light, making everything beneath the orange leaves dim and grey. About twenty yards to his right, he saw a large, dark shape on the ground. He frowned, struggling to regain his memory.

His mind offered no clues as to why he was here, so instead, he focused on the most pressing matter at hand: the wound on his shoulder. He lifted his hand up with great effort, shifting the armour and shirt away from his left arm. A large gash adorned his shoulder, barely healed, the edges coated in dried blood. The skin around it was a violent red. An infection.

He dropped the clothes back, wincing as pain flared up again, and he let his head fall back against the bark of the oak tree. Possibilities of what could have happened crossed his mind, eventually jogging his memory.

He lolled his head to the right, regarding the dark shape, inhaling the sharp scent that the thing emanated. A kikimora, dead for about a week. His mind flashed back.

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The water of the small, murky pond sloshed at his ankles as the Kikimora fell down in front of him, the water around it turning dark with blood. He pushed the thing with his foot, turning the large body to its side. He lowered himself on his knees and pushed a hand into the wound in the monster’s neck, cringing slightly at the wet sound it made, and the feeling of warm blood running over his lower arm as he pressed deeper.

His fingers eventually closed around the hilt of his dagger, and he grasped it tightly, gathering all his strength to pull it out, a fresh wave of blood leaving the Kikimora’s neck after his hand.

He shook out his arm, droplets of blood falling off his clothes and the dagger, onto the ground below. He stretched his back out, and rolled his head from side to side, to fight the familiar soreness emerging in his muscles. This Kikimora had been a particularly nasty one, and had managed to disarm the Witcher, which had forced him to resort to driving a dagger deep into the monster’s throat.

He groaned, and rolled his shoulders as he walked over to his sword, where it was sticking from the ground, hilt up, a dozen or so feet away. He stopped dead in his tracks, as he felt pain flare up in his left shoulder, and he groaned again, this time in annoyance.

He pushed away the fabric and armour above the wound, and found a large gash underneath. It wasn’t life-threatening, but it needed care anyways, as the monster blood and murky water he was covered in might cause the wound to infect.

He sighed, and continued walking to his sword, pulling it from the mud and sheathing it. He would have to clean his weapons later, but for now, he had to tend to his shoulder. He looked around, trying to find his bag, frowning when he couldn’t locate it. It must have been flung away during the struggle. For the tenth time that day, he wished Roach was there with him. He’d had to leave her behind in the town at the foot of the hill, as the path up was too treacherous for her.

He turned round and round, eyes scanning the area for his pack, eventually finding it next to an old oak tree. He walked over to it, and lowered himself on the ground, rummaging through his things for a healing potion, uncorking it with his teeth and downing it. He sat back against the bark, and closed his eyes for a second, as he waited for the magic to start working.

Tiredness weighed his limbs down, and he found himself drifting into sleep. He usually didn’t sleep right after a fight, and he still had to clean his wound, but the Kikimora had caught him by surprise. The townspeople had miscalculate its location, and the monster itself had been smarter than average, so it had managed to sneak up on him.

He tried to get up, but sleep overtook him easily, and he sagged down on the ground, laying on his right side in the fallen leaves.

The next time he woke up, he was ailing. He would be for the next seven days, until his fever finally broke.

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He blinked slowly, once, twice, as the memories flooded through him. He frowned, realizing he had been lying on the forest floor for a week, waiting for his body to beat the infection. Surely, the townspeople must think him dead after all this time, and he clenched his fists as he thought of what they might have done with Roach in his absence.

He groaned as he pushed himself upwards, holding on to low-hanging branches of the oak tree for support. The mud made a wet sound beneath his feet, the dirt having been wetted by his blood while he was lying there, unconscious. Slinging his bag over his non-wounded shoulder was hard, walking was harder, and he staggered from tree to tree.

Looking up, he only saw leaves and branches, grey spots of sky in between. He had no idea what time it was, with the absence of the sun, but he knew which way to go, as the village lay at the bottom of the hill. He started down the slope, feet slipping away a few times over the fallen leaves.  It was at least a day’s walk to the town, even if he was in any good shape. It would probably take longer now, as his legs were unsteady and his mind barely clear of fog.

He looked down at the forest floor, deciding to focus on his feet, and putting one in front of the other, over and over, slipping, regaining balance, walking on.

Slowly the darkness grew around him, and his limbs were tired and heavy. He found an old willow tree, and laid his bedroll underneath it, shielded from hostile eyes by the many branches. He laid down on his back, staring at the few leaves still on the tree, seeing bits of night sky between them. His eyelids drooped down, and he fell into a deep sleep.

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“Dammit, Jaskier, why is it whenever I find myself in a pile of shit these days, it’s you, shovelling it?” Rage coursed through his veins like fire. He could not keep the words from rising out of his chest, into the Bard’s stunned face. Geralt’d had enough. He’d just lost Yennefer due to some stupid decision he had made years ago, and the hurt was too new, too fresh, sharp edges cutting away at the inside of his chest.

Jaskier had been right there, ready to cheer him up – except Geralt didn’t want that right now. What he wanted was some peace and quiet, and a chance to hurt in solitude.

He tried to ignore the way the Bard seemed to hesitate for what could possibly be the first time in his life and could not stop another outburst of the anger raging in his blood. “The Child Surprise, the djinn- all of it!” Truly, the only constant throughout all of his misery, all of his problems, had been Jaskier. He had been there to drag Geralt to the betrothal feast. He had been there to ruin his wishes for the djinn. He was there at the moment to act like nothing happened, even though Yennefer had just left.

A small voice in the back of his head told him that Jaskier had also been there to clean up his reputation, to hold him company, to help and cheer him up when Geralt needed it the most. Yet, that tiny part of him was soon buried under a new wave of rage as purple eyes danced across his vision.

“If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands!” Some sick, twisted part in him was overjoyed at the expression of pure hurt on the Bard’s face, was glad to see that Geralt wasn’t the only one suffering. Yet, again, a small voice in the back of his head warned him he would come to regret his words.

He ignored it, and turned around, walking to the cliff’s edge. He stood there, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, eyes staring unseeing over the landscape in front of him. He heard Jaskier mumble something behind him, but the pained voice was lost in the sound of his blood rushing in his ears, his own slow heartbeat deafening him.

The part of him that regretted his words grew as he slowly, but surely, came to his senses, and realized the full weight of what he had said. Eventually, he couldn’t take the guilt growing in his stomach anymore, and he turned around, only finding air where Jaskier had been standing, his familiar scent long faded.

He was gone.

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He awoke with a start as a scream ripped through the forest, a few birds taking flight from the branches of the willow tree Geralt was lying under, startled by the noise. He pushed himself up with a quiet groan, hand on the hilt of his sword, dried flakes of blood falling off the metal as he touched it.

He stood up quickly, head moving from side to side as he inspected the surrounding woods intently, yellow eyes focused. He listened, and startled a bit when another cry rang between the trees. It sounded as though a woman was being murdered, and without hesitation, he flung his bag over his shoulder, taking his sword in his hand.

He started in the direction of the sound. The canopy and many trees had bounced the scream around, which would’ve made it hard to pinpoint the source, if he didn’t have a supernatural sense of hearing. He moved quietly, swiftly, through the forest, footsteps light but determined over the fallen leaves.

It wasn’t long until he got to a small clearing in the trees, a rare view of the grey sky above him, as the branches gave way. He stayed at the edge, knowing he would make himself a target as soon as he stepped in the middle. The light, however dim, was still brighter than the forest around him, and he would not be able to see any potential enemies lurking behind the trees.

A small, pained sound drew his attention, and his eyes caught a glimpse of red. In the clearing, a little off-centre, lay a fox. Geralt regarded the edges of the forest one last time, before relaxing and walking over to the animal, lowering his sword as he did so.

The fox’s head lay on the fallen leaves, and it breathed quickly, shallowly. It didn’t look up as the Witcher approached, and Geralt couldn’t help but feel pity at the animal’s dejectedness. He kneeled next to it, eyes falling on a long gash in the fox’s hind leg. The stark white of bone shone through the darkness of the blood, dripping from the wound.

He sighed, as he realized he had rushed into action too quickly. An old lesson from Kaer Morhen resurfaced in the back of his mind: “A fox’s scream sounds like that of a woman, keep that in mind, Geralt. Do not judge a situation too quickly. Observe, listen, wait.” He shook his head to clear it from unwanted memories, as he laid a hand softly against the heaving side of the wounded animal. He observed the wound, deep and long, and wondered what could have caused it.

He cursed as the hairs at the back of his neck stood up. “Do not neglect your rationality in favour of your heart, Geralt.” Vesemir’s voice rang through his head, before he tightened the fingers of both hands around the hilt of his sword, swivelling around, moving the blade up.

A Hydra head clamped it’s teeth over his sword, and pulled. Geralt managed to hold on to it, but his shoulder groaned in protest, barely healed tissue threatening to tear at the force. He moved down to evade another one of the beast’s heads, dragging his sword with him, cutting the lower jaw off of the first head.

The monster screamed in pain, staggering back, which gave the Witcher an opportunity to cut off its third head, swiftly casting Igni to cauterize the wound, preventing two more heads from growing in its place.

A claw swiped down, burying itself into the dirt as he rolled to his right, the monster screaming in agony and rage. An Aard sign pushed the second head back, its teeth only mere inches away from his face. Another roll, this time to the left, gave him the perfect angle to cut the first, jawless head off, once again cauterizing the wound.

He stood up, swaying on his feet, sword in both hands. Exhaustion dragged at his limbs, but he refused to give in. It was just him against the middle head. A small voice in the back of his mind notified him that he had gotten lucky, as this was a young Hydra, the presence of only three heads indicating it had not seen serious battle yet.

The teeth lunged at him, and he moved to the side, cutting through the neck with ease, burning it shut. The ground under his feet shook a bit as the body fell down, and Geralt felt himself relax a bit.

He closed his eyes, tiredness weighing him down, and he considered climbing a tree and sleeping in it, when he heard a small, pained noise behind him. He had forgotten about the fox.

He turned around, sheathing his bloodied sword, and walked over to where the creature was still laying on the fallen leaves. He kneeled down next to it, hand resting against the side, right above its quick heartbeat, fingers threading through the soft fur. He regarded the wound in its hind leg, still seeping blood, bone exposed. He could only imagine the pain it was in.

Slowly, quietly, he unsheathed his dagger. It was still dirty, dried flakes of week-old Kikimora blood clinging to the blade, but it would do the job of releasing the animal from its suffering well enough. He sighed. “I’m sorry it had to go like this, you deserved better.”

He raised the knife, pressing the sharp tip against the pelt poking out beneath his fingers, still curled in the soft fur. The heaving ribcage threatened to impale itself, and the fox made a pained sound. Geralt looked to its head, his yellow eyes meeting those of a striking colour, like the sky on a clear summer’s day, like the ocean in the south, like cornflowers in a spring field. It was a blue he had only ever seen once before.

His grip on the blade faltered, and it fell on the ground with a soft thud. He bent down, moving closer to the fox, staring into its eyes as he narrowed his. The creature lifted its head, wet, black nose nearly touching the Witcher, before the fox grew tired again, laying back on the fallen leaves.

Geralt was frozen in place, his heart thrumming in his chest wildly. It couldn’t be. Yet, he couldn’t deny the familiar scent in the fox’s fur, half-buried beneath the iron smell of blood and the earthiness of the forest. He noticed the hand that was still laying on the fox’s side was shaking, and he looked down to where the blade had been pressed between the small ribs just seconds before.

The fox moved its head up again, yellow eyes meeting cornflower ones, the familiar scent tingling in Geralt’s nose again. Cinnamon and blueberries…

His voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. “Jaskier?”

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Concentric [16]

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Words: 4.4k

Genres: fantasy!AU, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, eventual smut (?)

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence and death

Summary: You had been ready for the end of the semester. You had been ready to spend time away from your best friend, Jimin, and finally move on from the feelings you harbored. Yet, after your friend was forced to reveal a secret, you found yourself in a new world that was chock full of magic, war, and wonder. So, here you were, basically thrown into your own fantasy novel, with your best friend on one side, and six male warriors on the other.

A/N: welcome back Angst, my dear sweet friend. This chapter is basically all action and violence and death and angst so ready yourselves. Also I’m now an author for the @cherryseoulmates network! WOHOO 💙

“Stop weaving so much, dammit! Just fucking run!”

You continued sprinting.

Lungs burning.

Legs aching.

Skin bleeding from tiny cuts.

Sweat beading on your forehead.

An arrow embedded itself into a tree you were passing with a heavy thump.

Instinctually, you wanted to put distance between that arrow and your body. You began veering to the side as more arrows whistled through the air.

A harsh yank on your arm caused a breathless gasp to escape past your lips as your body was forcefully tugged back.

“For Exia’s sake, just… stay in front of me!” Jungkook yelled at you.

Stumbling from his abrupt action, you quickly regained your footing and leapt over a small, fallen tree in your path. You didn’t bother responding to him as you sucked more air into your lungs.

Heart beating fast.

Breathing ragged and shallow.

Adrenaline surging through your veins.

You were getting close to camp; maybe only another couple minutes or so until the temple would rise up before you.

Another arrow punctured the bark of a tree right next to your face. But this time you didn’t swivel away. Jungkook wanted you to stay in front of him, so you would. You trusted him.

So instead, you just kept running sort of straight as fast as your human body would let you.

More branches scratched against your face.

More twigs snapped beneath your feet.

More arrows flew past your head, most becoming lost in the depths of the forest.

Your pupils expanded and shrunk rapidly as you ran through patches of sunlight and shade.

You heard the whoosh of air past your ears and the rustle of leaves as you crashed through the forest.

You were ducking below a thick branch when Jungkook let out a pained noise.

Briefly, you turned your head to look over your shoulder and you saw him removing a hand from his upper arm. As he pulled away, you saw his palm was painted with smears of crimson.

Your eyes widened in alarm and it felt like your heart stopped for a moment.

Seeing your distressed expression looking back at him, Jungkook shouted at you. “I’m fine! I’m fine! Keep going!”

You returned your attention back to where your feet were taking you, but you couldn’t get the image of Jungkook’s bloody hand out of your head.

He was bleeding. He was hurt.

Did a large branch cut him? Or did an arrow graze him? Is he really okay?

As you slid underneath a semi-collapsed tree leaning haphazardly against another trunk, you realized that fewer and fewer arrows were now being shot at you.

Did we get that far ahead? Or did they slow down?

The amount of arrows targeting you and Jungkook continued to gradually lessen until no more zipped through the trees. But you didn’t slow down. Not for even a millisecond. 

Finally, you burst through the last line of trees with Jungkook following close behind. The temple was as it was when you left camp earlier, but now the boys were back from training and were scattered about the area. As you and Jungkook broke through the trees in a frantic run, all their faces lifted to see what was going on.

“Draikensu!” Both you and Jungkook screamed out as you hurried over to your respective weapons.

There was a split-second of stillness from the other Saeni as they absorbed the sudden news before they all collectively spewed out series of curses and rushed into action.

Bolting upright from where they sat.

Scrambling to their feet.

Darting to gather and ready their weapons.

While Jin strapped his sword to his waist, he yelled out that he placed Jungkook’s swords and dagger where the maknae had asked him to. 

Jungkook must have asked Jin to take his weapons back for him while he went to wash off in the creek. That’s why he didn’t have them back there.

You tripped over your backpack as you came to a screeching halt beside your stuff. As you stumbled forward, Jungkook was quick to steady you with gentle, but sturdy hands. Once you balanced, he knelt down next to you.

“You okay?” He asked in a rushed, yet genuine tone as he grabbed his back scabbard and swiftly strapped it on, the process taking no more than a few seconds.

Simultaneously, you hastily looped your arm and head through your quiver strap and snatched up your bow. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook’s blades shining brightly in the sunlight for just a moment before he sheathed them behind his back.

“I’m okay… are you okay?” You stood and pointedly looked at his arm while pushing your sweat-dampened hair out of your face.

Looking at where the fabric of his sleeve was torn and dyed a deep red.

Jungkook rose and finished tightening the belt that held his ruby-hilted dagger. Then, he took a miniscule step closer to you and cupped your face with his hands.

Lightly gasping at his proximity and the way his thumbs tenderly stroked your cheeks, you gazed up at him with concerned eyes.

Despite the chaos approaching, you relaxed into his touch. Tingles traveled across your skin and you felt a swell of warmth cascade through you. Staring into the expanse of his peridot eyes, you allowed yourself to momentarily forget the kiela, the draikensu, and the world around you. The sounds of rushing feet and morning breeze fell away to a white noise. The sight of shivering trees and the ancient temple blurred to a meaningless background.

“I’m fine. I’m okay, I promise.” He sighed and slightly tightened his hold on you. “But you have to promise me you’ll be smart. You’ll be safe.”

Biting your lip, you let out a tiny exhale before nodding. His eyes dropped from yours to gaze at where your bottom lip was captured by your teeth. He seemed to move forward ever so slightly but jerked back as Namjoon called for him.

Removing his roughly soft hands from your face, he blinked twice and stepped away but locked eyes with you once more.

“Remember that promise, sweetheart.”

With that, he moved around you and sprinted over to where he was needed. You followed him with your eyes, wondering why he had started shifting closer to you.

Was he going to k-

“Y/N! Get your ass over here!”

You snapped out of it with a curse and rushed over to where Jimin was waiting for you by the temple.

Deciphering Jungkook’s actions would have to wait until later.

While you ran over, you glanced to where the burgundy-haired male had gone, and saw him in a small huddle with Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hobi, and Mingi. You watched as they all nodded, then broke apart and went to their designated positions.

As they spread out around the temple, you saw Hobi disappear into the trees, his body melting into the shadows. You figured he was most likely climbing up into the treetops so he could have cover while moving swiftly as he delivered blade after blade into the incoming draikensu.

You said a silent prayer for the kiela’s spy, wishing for him to remain unharmed as you began weaving through the temple’s rubble and tree roots. Perched on one of the larger hunks of fallen stone was Tae. The grey-haired Saeni was tapping his fingers against his thigh as he anxiously waited for the arrival of his opponents. At the sound of your footfalls, he turned his head to watch you run by. As much as you wanted to detour to give the male a hug, you couldn’t. You didn’t have the time.

“Be safe TaeTae!” You shouted as you moved past him.

“You too, little scorja! Kick some ass!”

You hopped over a couple chunks of rock and a few roots and finally reached Jimin just as a brilliant blue light fell over everything.

Yoongi’s shield.

It was something the magic user explained he could do while trekking through the forest a while back. He could create a dome barrier that only allowed about ten people to cross through at a time, though it required a great deal of energy to conjure and maintain. So much so, that the kiela only used it to gauge the size of their enemy’s forces if they were going into a defensive fight blind and with little knowledge, as you were right now, rather than a permanent fighting advantage.

It’s still some Wakanda-type shit though.

You squinted to protect your eyes from the initial bright flash of mint-blue light as Jimin nudged you closer to the crumbling exterior of the temple.

“Come on, we need to hurry up.”

As archers, it made sense for the two of you to position yourselves at the highest point, so that’s exactly what you were doing. Murmuring a quiet apology to Juufa, you began hoisting yourself up and up and up and up. Luckily, the structure was somewhat easy to scale because the partially broken wall and the intricate designs decorating the stone made for plentiful handholds.

Halfway up, you heard Jimin curse and murmur something about how they were close.

You dug your fingers into an opening in the rock, wincing as your nails ground and cracked against the stone. “Where’s…” You brought your foot up to a tiny ledge and heaved yourself upwards with a groan. “… Jiae? Chungha?”

While you watched Jimin pull his ass up, over, and onto the roof of the temple, you began hearing the kiela shouting to be on alert.

Shit. Here we go.

“They’re holed up inside somewhere.”

Body trembling as you reached up and grabbed a hold of Jimin’s outstretched hand, you grunted as you hauled yourself up onto the roof as well.

Not taking the time to catch your breath, you looked around and pointed with your thumb. “I take one side, you take the other?”

Jimin nodded in agreement and took off to his side as you hastily jogged over to yours. You found a suitable spot that kept the rising sun out of your eyes while keeping your left side partially protected by a large tree that was growing up and out of the temple.

Directly in front of you was Jin, who unsheathed his sword and stared intently at the forest through Yoongi’s shield. Everyone else, minus Hobi, were positioned around the temple in a loose circle.

You took two long, deep breaths and tilted your head up into the sunlight as you retrieved an arrow from your quiver and notched it. While doing so, you heard someone yell out and a clashing of metal. Then, you saw draikensu start to run along the outskirts of the shield, looking for the best opening and trying to find a hole in the blue light.

Two broke through the shield before Jin and he roared and easily struck down the first before sidestepping the second’s attack and thrusting his sword deep into the draikensu’s torso. As he pulled his now bloody blade out of the Saeni’s belly, another came rushing through the shield.

You inhaled and drew back.

Releasing the bow’s string, your arrow quickly found its new home in the clavicle of the draikensu.

“That’s one,” you said to yourself as you withdrew another arrow.

“I count around sixty!” Namjoon’s voice rang out to your right. “Hyung, hold the shield until we get down to thirty, got it!?”

Three more draikensu pushed through the shield.

You picked out one and sent your arrow.

Missed.

Cursing, you grabbed another as Jin slashed one of them from shoulder to pelvis.

The other two ran past the raven-haired male and you murmured a ��fuck you’ before sending your arrow deep into the chest of the draikensu on the right.

“Two.”

A flash of mint-blue light peeked around the corner of the tree you were crouching next to and you listened to the sounds of all hell breaking loose.

Promptly, you reloaded while the final draikensu looked down at his shot comrade, then around in confusion before finding your perched body high up on the temple. You smirked and released your arrow.

“Three.”

“Are you seriously counting your kills!?” Jimin shrieked at you across the rooftop.

“Hey! If Legolas and Gimli can do it, so can I!” You found a new target, a female with short, crimson hair. “Four!”

Your arrow embedded itself into number eleven. You watched as the draikensu dropped to her knees and wrapped a hand around the shaft buried in the left side of her stomach. Narrowing your eyes, you notched another arrow and sent it screaming into her chest.

She fell back, twitching as blood bubbled up from the entry points.

“Eleven!”

There had to be less than thirty draikensu left since Yoongi dissolved the shield several minutes ago. Still a hefty number to go through, but since they were spread out, it shouldn’t be much longer before the rest were finished off.

The landscape was littered with bodies and the distinct scent of iron permeated the air. It was a gruesome sight to behold, blood and guts and mangled flesh. Especially when you thought of how peaceful and quiet the temple and surrounding area had been only a mere hour before.

A sudden cracking sound made you tilt your head to the side, and you turned around just as the ledge Jimin was crouching on deteriorated beneath him. The rock broke up so fast he didn’t have time to jump back. You didn’t have time to run over and drag him away. With a blink of an eye, he was just… gone.

“JIMIN!” You clambered to your feet and sprinted over to where he had been, scuffing your palms against the stone as you dropped to your hands and knees.

Bracing yourself, you held your breath and leaned over the edge where he had fallen, nervous about what sight would meet you. As you peeked over, you saw Jimin grasping the temple wall just below you with one hand. You closed your eyes, released a relieved sigh, and let your head drop, the action causing some of your arrows to spill out of your quiver and tumble over the side. Opening your eyes, you took in how Jimin’s legs were dangling, and his other arm flailed while his apricot hair went wild in the wind. His bow had fallen to the ground and the arrows that escaped your quiver were scattered around it, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. Right now, you just had to help him get his ass back up here. Scooting a little closer to the edge, you extended a hand and told him to reach.

He gritted his teeth.

Flexed his fingers.

Manipulated his body’s weight.

Swung his free arm up…

Your fingertips just grazed one another’s when an arrow lodged itself into his hand.

The one that was keeping him from plunging to the ground.

Your eyes went wide as the arrow punctured the flesh and forced him to release his grip.

You watched in horror as your best friend’s brown eyes met yours for just a second before he fell.

And fell.

And fell.

And landed painfully on one leg.

You heard a crack.

His leg gave out and the next point of impact was his back.

You heard him cry out in pain.

His head rammed into the earth.

You didn’t see him move.

No… no no no no NO!

You stared helplessly at his slumped body. Taking in the broken angle of his leg. The blood trickling out of his mouth. How utterly lifeless he looked.

All you could hear was your shaky breathing as you stared at your best friend. All you could feel was pure fear and the pounding of your heart in your chest.

Please just be unconscious. Please. I need you, Slim Jim.

“The key!”

The chaotic world around you slowly but quickly came back into focus. You heard the sharp ringing of metal striking metal. The cacophony of death and pain. The sound of feet slapping against the ground.

“Get the key!”

“Kill the bastard!”

It seemed like all at once, the draikensu on this side of the temple noted Jimin’s limp body. Vulnerable and exposed.

Three of them broke through Mingi’s defense and began darting toward the half-Saeni. Frantically, you reached behind you and grabbed an arrow. You notched it and took aim, squinting through the bright sunlight, then shot. Though, in your panic, it went terribly amiss. Squeezing your hands tightly, you let out a scream and readied another arrow. You breathed out of your nose heatedly and narrowed your eyes in concentration.

You didn’t miss that time.

As your arrow struck the Saeni in his chest, the impact made him flop backwards. While he gasped for air, his hand feebly groped at the shaft protruding from his body. With a smirk, you reached back to grab another arrow, but stilled as you realized there was nothing there.

Your quiver was empty.

Okay. Okay. Okay. Fuck. Okay. There’s just two of them, you got this.

You desperately raked your brain for what to do as the two Saeni neared Jimin. You had to come up with something. And you had to come up with it now.

To make the situation even worse, five more draikensu appeared around the corner of the temple. They must have followed their comrades’ shouts about the key and came rushing over. They zeroed in on your fallen friend and began giddily sprinting toward his body, blades gleaming in their hands. Eager to thrust them into flesh.

Suddenly, the female at the back of their pack cried out and fell forward into the dirt, and arrow sticking out from her lower spine. Tae charged around the corner and began engaging with the remaining four. His silver-grey hair glimmered in the light, his feather earring floated with his movements, and draikensu blood soaked him as he slashed through a chest with the modified edge of his bow. More crimson splattered onto his slender hands and flickered onto his handsome face while he set his jaw and spun beneath the axe that was swung at him.

The sound of snickering below you made you look away from Tae and your eyes bugged out as you saw the two original draikensu hovering over Jimin. One of them slowly pulled out a dagger from his waist and adjusted his grip on the handle as he raised it above his head.

Fuck it.

Without preparing yourself mentally or physically, you tossed your bow away and jumped over the side of the roof. You felt your stomach drop and the wind whistle in your ears and your mind question your sanity as you hung in the air for a heartbeat before descending.

You weren’t able to give a reasonable answer to yourself because before you knew it, you were slamming into the female draikensu on the right. A garbled scream was ripped from your throat as the impact punched you in the chest. Landing on the female’s back, the abrupt force of your weight caused her to topple forward as her companion jerked back and fell in surprise at your unexpected arrival.

Out of sheer, dumb luck, the female’s face collided with a piece of rock from Jimin’s fallen ledge as she went down to the ground. You let out a grunt as you used her body as your personal cushion, but you weren’t able to make it out completely unscathed. A loud popping sound came from your ankle and you yelped as a sharp pain shot through your foot.

Ignoring the injury for now, you straddled the female’s back and dug your hand into her scalp, tangling your fingers in her dusty pink hair. Then, you lifted her bleeding cranium only to ram it back down into the rubble. Blood spurted out from where it broke open her face and it seeped into the dirt, staining it a muddy red. Clenching your jaw, you growled and repeated the gesture until her body was limp and heavy and lifeless beneath you.

Your chest heaved with exertion and adrenaline and you went to remove her hand from her hair when someone fisted their hand in your hair and yanked. Hard.

Both your ankle and scalp screamed in protest as you were thrown off the dead draikensu. Flipping around, you met the pissed-off glare from the other Saeni.

Shit. I forgot about him…

Your eyes dropped to the blade he was still clutching in his hand as you slowly rose to your feet.

Well, better to have his attention on me than Jimin.

“You’re going to pay for that, cunt.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tae still fighting the other group of draikensu, but there were only two left now. Behind you, you could hear Mingi’s sword clashing against enemy metal and cleaving through their bodies. With a slow inhale, you shifted into your fighting stance, but hissed in pain and wobbled as you put weight on your ankle.

Taking advantage of your falter, the male in front of you smiled sickeningly and lunged forward. You jumped backwards, dodging his blade. But the action inevitably made you put weight on your injured ankle again and you lurched as you tried to regain your balance.

The male laughed and sent a fist into your abdomen.

Wheezing, you doubled over.

Your eyes widened when you saw a flash of metal.

You cried out as his blade slashed into the meat of your thigh.

Gasped as your leg immediately gave out and your collapsed to one knee.

The air in your lungs was expelled as the male kicked you in your chest and sent you sprawling on your back.

With a tsk, the male turned and left you on the ground. You felt your body spasm as you tried to gulp air back in and you breathily moaned as you pressed a hand over the cut on your thigh.

Instantly, your hand became wet with blood and you felt the liquid pulse out in time with your heartbeats.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice call out.

It sounded like Tae.

Rolling to your side, you continued pressing your hand against your bleeding thigh as you gazed over to see the draikensu leaning over Jimin once more.

No!

With a pained groan, you forced yourself to rise.

More blood poured out from the cut.

Searing pinpricks jabbed at your ankle.

A feeling of wrong burned through your leg.

But you ignored all the dull hurt and numbness and made your feet move. You bared your teeth and took three limping strides and dove in front of Jimin with an arm extended just as the male brought down his dagger.

And you blocked it… with yourself.

The blade entered you.

Right through your forearm.

But you had stopped it just a few inches away from being plunged into Jimin’s chest.

Releasing an unsteady breath, you began trembling at the sight of the foreign object spearing your arm.

You couldn’t feel it. The adrenaline pumping through you wouldn’t allow that just yet. But the image alone was enough to make you dizzy.

Somewhere, you heard your name being shouted.

The entire blade had gone through you, too. The dagger was buried to the hilt. You watched as your blood leaked out and down the metal before dripping off the edge onto Jimin’s shoulder. The pace of your breaths rapidly increased. You trailed your eyes from where your blood plunked onto your best friend, back to the dagger that went through you, past the tense hand that was gripping the weapon, and up into the snarling face of the draikensu.

You heard more yelling, but you couldn’t tell where it was coming from or what it was about.

You just looked up at the male’s wretched face with wide, scared eyes.

“I wasn’t going to kill you, girly, but you just changed my mind.” His hot breath hit your face and you shuddered at the malicious glint in his eyes.

Then, he yanked the dagger out of you.

And you screamed.

The blade severed more of your already mutilated flesh and stars of white pain erupted behind your eyes.

Blood began gushing out from the wound and coating you, Jimin, and the earth. A sob escaped past your lips as your body gave out and you tried to curl in on yourself.

You wrapped your hand around your forearm as hot tears spilled over your cheeks and black crept into the corner of your vision.

At least it’ll be me before Jimin… maybe someone will come in time to save him.

As the male above you spun the blade in his palm, his lips twisted into a chilling grin. “Uzjuk will be pleased with your sacrifice.”

Then, he raised the weapon.

Slim Jim, I love you.

TaeTae, I love you.

Jungkook, I… lo-

A figure tackled the draikensu.

You caught a flash of burgundy right before they went out of your field of vision.

“Y/N! Oh my goddess… fuck.” Tae slid on the ground and came to a stop next to you.

He gently pulled you into his lap as he inspected your body.

You let out a puff of air and tried to smile. “H-Hey, Tae… Tae.”

“Shhh… You’re gonna be okay, little scorja,” he murmured softly, but you could hear the panic running through his voice.

He began applying pressure to your wounds and you winced as it made the pain momentarily flare up and more black to consume your vision. The adrenaline was finally beginning to dissipate and, in its wake, you were left with shock, exhaustion, and pain.

So much pain.

You weakly chuckled. “I don’t… feel… okay…”

Through the fuzzy blackness, you could barely make out his worried blue eyes.

“B-But don’t… w-worry… about me…” you whispered as your body shivered and grew heavier and heavier. “Make sure Jimin… is okay… p-please?”

Tae cursed as blood continued to pour out of you and he yelled for Jungkook.

With what little energy you had left, you lolled your head to the side to see a blurry burgundy-haired Saeni with a bloody fist raised as if he stopped mid-punch. As more black swam over your vision, you caught him look over his shoulder at you.

“… Kookie…” you whispered faintly.

And then you exhaled, and everything faded into quiet darkness.

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[laceymorganwrites]

The story of the sad Chapter 9

Word Count: 1,863

Pairing: Ban x reader

Warnings: swearing

The other sins joined up with you again, interrupting your moment.

You all went back to the Boar Hat to chat and spend the evening together.

It was nice being together again, even if it wasn´t the whole crew.

But as Meliodas told you, you were on a mission to gather everyone again and you couldn´t be more excited.

The next stop on your journey was the lost city of Necropolis, you hoped to find King there, something Elaine wasn´t too happy about.

“I´d like to stay here if that´s okay...” she mumbled.

She still felt betrayed after her brother left her, which was understandable.

You gently put your hand on her shoulder and smiled at her.

“You don´t have to come with us, but if he´s joining us again, you´ll have to face him either way” you knew too well how it felt like not wanting to see a person who broke your trust and was once dear to you, but it was inevitable.

Elaine sighed, hanging her head low.

“I guess you´re right, I´m just not ready to see him yet...” she mumbled defeated.

“I know, and that´s okay. But we´re all here for you, we will never force you into anything you    don´t want to do” you pulled her close and hugged her.

She was quick to hug back and thanked you.

“Well, if you´re by my side I have nothing to fear!” she grinned, making you chuckle.

“If your brother´s and asshole, I won´t hesitate to beat the shit out of him” you announced.

“I´d like that very much!” she said way too cheery, making you laugh.

You got a weird feeling from this place, it was all abandoned.

Still Meliodas was as cheery as always, saying you should gather intel and run the bar.

“How are we supposed to gather intel when no one´s around?” you groaned, not looking forward to serving non existent customers.

Well, at least you got to work together with Ban.

And maybe you´d get some extra food from him.

If you thought about it longer it didn´t seem too bad after all.

You and Ban all alone, with nobody to disturb you.

You blushed just at the mere thought of it.

“What´ya thinkin about?” Ban came up behind you, pulling you close by your waist.

“N-nothing!” you exclaimed, he just smirked.

“So, we´re gonna run this place alone tonight, huh?” there was something seductive in his voice, something intimate.

You nodded and rested your head on his chest.

“Looks like it” you smiled.

Ban returned your smile.

Diane tried to attract customers to the Boar Hat, but nobody came.

“I don´t think we´ll make any customers today… let´s go somewhere else, shall we?” Ban suggested.

“Yeah, you´re probably right, I doubt anyone will come here” you answered.

You walked around town a bit and you slowly reached out to grab his hand.

He immediately squeezed it gently and smiled at you, warmth spreading in his chest.

After a while yous aw a little passed out girl and ran to her help.

She was clearly underweight and pale.

She looked sickly.

Soon her brother came around the corner, carrying a pitchfork as a weapon.

He shouted at you to get away from his sister.

Ban asked if he was making sure she ate enough but the little boy charged at him, sticking the pitchfork in his chest.

“You better think about who´s man you just hurt” you lowly hummed in a threatening voice.

Ban chuckled, placing his arm around you.

“I´m fine, what´s a little brat like him gonna do to your man, huh?” he smiled, teasing you for his new nickname.

“We should get her some food...” you suggested, trying to make your blush go away.

The boy felt sorry and apologized for his sin.

Ban just sighed, stating a real sin is something you could never atone for, when King appeared out of nowhere and pushed his Chastiefol through Ban´s chest.

So he still blamed Ban for the death of his sister…

You were about to punch the fairy when Ban asked who he was.

He was just hopeless.

You went back to the others to refrain something bad from happening while they had their eunion.

“Meliodas! Come with me real quick! King´s trying to kill Ban” you ran into the captain and grabbed his arm, pulling him behind you.

“He´ll be fine” Meliodas said nonchalantly.

Yet he still interrupted the fighting.

Meliodas asked why you two skipped work and Ban responded that King started the fight.

You just sighed helplessly as Diane strolled up, asking what was going on.

She was the first to point out it was indeed King and showed her happiness.

King didn´t react at all and floated away.

As promised you returned to the Boar Hat with the children and Ban prepared a meal for them.

You sat on the counter of the bar, watching him cook, he was humming a tune in the kitchen.

You smiled to yourself, you still couldn´t believe he liked you back.

He came up to you with another plate of food.

“What´re you smiling about? You seem really happy today” he smiled softly and held the fork filled with food in front of your face.

You blushed at his intent and giggled.

“Nothing in particular” you answered, you wanted to save the truth for a more intimate moment.

Besides, maybe it was too soon fr such romantic statements.

“Open up” Ban told you, smirking.

You did as you were told and Ban fed you, making your heart pound in your chest.

That much about it being too soon to be romantic.

“It´s really good!” you giggled and the kids agreed.

Meliodas wiggled his eyebrows at you and you mouthed: ´Shut up!´.

The kids started talking about Necropolis and how they wanted to go there.

You frowned, now that you found King there was no reason to go to that place, why would little children want to go there? What could their intention be?

The children told you about the whereabouts of the city and how you got there, as well as that King wanted to go there.

Apparently it was the place where the dead went, you could only reach it when you shared memories with the dead.

It made sense why King wanted to go there, he still thought Elaine was dead, when she was standing right next to you.

Diane was sad about King leaving without reacting or even looking at her.

You could understand her all too well, but then again, King wasn´t one who was vocal about his crush. Which was pretty odd since it was so obvious.

“Okay, so what do we do? I don´t think any of us got dead people anymore, now that Elaine´s back. So how do we stop King and get him back to join us?” you sighed frustrated, if he entered the Necropolis thinking of Elaine, you didn´t know if he´d ever return.

“I say we go after him” Meliodas chimed in and you nodded.

“Yeah I think that step is pretty necessary… the real question is if Elaine will come with us” you looked at her with your best pleading puppy dog eyes until she finally gave in.

“I don´t know what to say to him, (Y/N)… I can´t just pretend that everything´s fine because I´m so angry about him leaving, but then again I miss him so much even though he hurt me” Elaine told you about her struggles.

You pulled her in close and sighed.

“I know, I know, but consider this: if we get him back now you´re reunited with your brother and get to be angry at him the rest of his life” you smirked, hoping to get through to the slightly evil and sadistic side of Elaine.

And the nod she gave you showed you that there indeed was one.

“Alright! Let´s go stop your brother from going to the afterlife!” you chirped and you and the rest were on your way.

When you arrived you found yourselves surrounded by beautiful flowers and King stood in the middle of them.

This place would be perfect for picnics, you thought.

“King! Don´t you dare go there!” you warned him, making him turn around.

Elaine´s heart was pounding in her chest, she was conflicted.

On the one hand she terribly missed her brother, but she could never forgive him for back then.

When he saw Elaine, her heart sank to her knees.

He was flying over to her and started crying out of joy and relief.

“Elaine! I´m so glad to see you! How are you alive?” King didn´t understand the whole circumstance, he was like a lost child.

“Not thanks to you” Elaine coldly responded, it was to protect herself. She didn´t want to forgive King yet, she didn´t want to be happy to see him but it was so hard for her.

Oh how she wished to embrace him in a hug, to be brother and sister again but how could she when he left her for the humans who were the reason for so many deaths of their own?

“I know and I´m sorry, Elaine. If I could turn back time I would. I didn´t know how terrible humans were, but I will never forget the gruesome things they did to us. I know you can´t forgive me right now, but I promise to be there for you for the rest of my life, I promise to protect you! And I hope that some time in the future we can move on from the past” King apologized deeply and Elaine couldn´t hold her tears in any longer.

She hugged her brother and sobbed into his chest while she stated how much of an idiot he was.

But the reunion didn´t last as long as the siblings wanted.

Soon a holy knight, Guila, was after you and a fight ensued.

You could´ve ended it way sooner with your sword, but it still was lost somewhere in Britannia.

She had annoying magic but you could blind her with your ark so that her aim was off.

It took a while but with combined effort you were able to take her out.

Meliodas tied her to some tree before you all sat down and ate something while catching up.

Ban casually put you in his lap and nuzzled his face in your neck, making you blush and your heart race.

You could really get used to this, you wouldn´t ever get tired of this warmth that Ban gave you.

Somehow the topic of sacred treasures came up and you and Diane had to admit that you lost yours.

“Mine might be in Camelot though! If that tramp wasn´t lying…” you grumbled.

“What tramp?” Ban asked.

“That holy knight that was in her underwear when we got you out of prison” you mentioned.

“Oh, that might´ve been me...” he admitted and you turned around abruptly.

“What the hell?” you yelled.

“I needed something to wear” he defended himself.

So the next part of your journey was to find your sacred treasures… that might take a while, you thought.

[kumeko]

Title: study buddies

A/N: For Captain Coopa, for the Felannie exchange! I hope you like this—it’s a lot of fun writing Annie.

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There are several kinds of magic in the world, all connected with various aspects of nature.

 Annette chewed her lip as she read from the book Lysithea had given her. Or rather, as she reread the book. There was no denying that Lysithea was a genius. No matter how many times Annette studied the paragraph, it made just as much sense as it had the first time she’d read it. “This is impossible,” she moaned, frustrated.

 “What is?” Felix asked.

 Annette tried not to jump. Or well, sit straight—it was kind of hard to jump when she was sitting on the ground. She’d almost forgotten that she was outside, sitting under a tree in one of the academy’s many courtyards. Even worse, she hadn’t remembered at all that Felix was with her, practicing his footwork as she read.

That was a close call. Sometimes, when she was stuck on a problem, Annette liked to hum or sing a silly song as she worked it out. Harmless fun, really.

 Harmless fun except for the fact that Felix never forgot a song. Even now he sometimes asked for her watering song, specifically for the parts with mountains of steak and cake. If he heard her sing about studying, he wouldn’t let her live it down until they were like eighty.

 She wasn’t sure how to feel about knowing Felix till she was eighty.

 Resignation, probably.

 “What is impossible?” Felix repeated, raising a brow as he lowered his sword. Sliding it back in its sheath, he approached her and crouched down beside her as he scanned her book. “What you’re reading?”

 “Yes!” Annette squeaked, forced out of her thoughts. He was just next to her now, his face way too close, and for a man who hated having others intrude on his personal space, it was like he had no concept of it for others. Or maybe it was just with her. When he stared her, a questioning look on his face, she added, “The theory…it’s a little beyond me. I’m not sure if I’m just not grasping it or if I am but I just can’t apply it. I need to be able to do this in order to get the more difficult ones later one but…it just seems impossible.”

 “I see.” He sat down beside her, their knees almost touching, and she felt a jolt up her leg. Felix skimmed the page. “I’m not really a mage so I might not be of much use here, but—”

 “Why are you here?” Annette blurted and shit, that was supposed to be her inner voice, not her outer. Her skin was too hot, her heart beating too fast, and it was hard to think. To concentrate. She could hear him breathing and her temperature went up.

 “Trying to help you,” Felix replied bluntly, giving her a deadpan look. It was like he wasn’t bothered at all by their proximity, the bastard. “What else?”

 Of course he didn’t see it as rude. Annette sighed in relief, not sure if she could have continued that line of questioning. It had been one thing when Felix stumbled upon her by accident, entirely another when he started seeking her out on purpose. She still wasn’t sure what to make of it and what if he had answered her question seriously? How was she supposed to take that? What if he said things like in Mercedes’ romance books?

 What expression was she supposed to make then?

 Annette felt her face flush at the answer and she didn’t want to know what she would have done. His knee bumped into hers and she could feel the touch intensely, his heat radiating off him in waves, and Annette quickly pushed Felix away. “T-that’s fine. I need to figure this out on my own.”

 A little surprised, Felix stumbled onto his feet. He glanced at her before shrugging. “Sure, I wouldn’t be much help anyways.”

 “Yeah, so get back to sword practice or whatever it was you were doing.” Annette pushed him again.

 Without further encouragement, Felix drew his sword once more. It was so silent, the entire process. No wonder she hadn’t noticed he was there. “Sing a song,” he requested blithely.

 Annette bristled. “I’m not your personal songstress. You’re just going to make fun of me again.”

 “I won’t,” Felix replied immediately. It was impossible to decipher him. Felix was usually a serious person but his humour, while non-existent, ran on the dry side of things.

 He could be making fun of her. Or, less likely, he genuinely liked her songs. Annette bit her lip, considering it. Felix was still waiting, his fingers drumming his thigh impatiently. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

 He brightened up, his lips almost twitching into a smile. There was a twinkle in his eyes. “Great.”

 How was she supposed to respond to that? Annette swallowed, her mind running through every word and lyrical flow she knew of. “Swords are for swinging—” Felix was still watching her, staring at her, and she was intensely aware of every syllable she uttered, every sound she’d made. Of just how silly her words were. His eyes were trained on hers, large and unblinking, and her skin burned from the scrutiny.

 “Swords are for swinging?” he repeated, urging her on.

 “I’ll figure out the rest later.��� She cut off her song, too aware of him. “I need to study.”

 He looked a little off-put about it. “Why not now?”

 “I almost figured out the book,” she continued, more to convince herself than to convince him. “I just need to work on it a little more before I lose it.” Before he could say anything, Annette pulled up her book, hiding behind its thick pages.

 It didn’t offer enough defense. Even now, she could feel his eyes on her. Maybe she was sick. That had to be it. It would explain the butterflies in her stomach and why her heart was beating way too fast.

 Annette was sick. Maybe there was a spell in the book that would fix all of that, if she just read long and hard enough.

[vore-scientist]

Nice Try (In Which There Are Thieves) [sfw safe-soft M/m vore]

A Tale of the Mystic Woods

Yonah (the “evil” giant wizard) deals with thieves on a regular basis. They are rather a nuisance but they do taste good! Almost every encounter with a thief follows a pattern: 1) Thief breaks in to the tower. 2) Yonah catches and eats the thief. 3) Yonah releases the thief and if they accept it, gives them some money for their trouble.

“In Which There Are Thieves” are a collection of stories that follow that pattern, but each is unique!

Note: this encounter takes place pre-Sophia

Warnings: the usual fear.play as Yonah does his best to make the thief think he’s gonna kill them. 

---- “Mmmm You make a delightful pre-lunch appetizer. Thanks for choosing my tower to steal from!” The rather plump elf plopped into his stomach and immediately started to assault his insides. Yonah briefly wondered what he possibly could have done to deserve such a spunky treat. But not for long. He wasn’t going to complain. His stomach made quiet happy burbling noises as it played with it’s temporary toy. Smaller than it normally gets, though this elf was pretty fat, and muscular. His punches and kicks were strong, and Yonah was absolutely enjoying every one.  

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This Jack (yes, even elf thieves are usually named Jack) had been bold (or stupid) enough to break in during the day. Somehow missing Yonah who was in the garden. Strange. Yonah wasn’t trying to be quiet, and with those big elf ears… but who was he to question fate if it wanted to drop a piece of candy on him? And Yonah had noticed them, that was the most important thing. He watched as they used a magical rope to scale the tower. He almost fucked it up by laughing when the thief realized the thorns weren’t real and they had wasted all that money and effort on the rope. But he didn’t immediately follow the thief. No. Finished up some gardening first. He wanted to give the thief some time to find out that he wasn’t there, maybe drop their guard? That would make them easier to catch. But did he want easy? Or did he want a nice chase today Decisions decisions… In the end he waited outside for the elf to start climbing back down the tower and when he got about halfway Yonah, his voice powered by magic, shouted in elvish: “FEE FI FO FUM! I SMELL THE BLOOD OF THE ELVISH KIND! IT MATTERS NOT THE THINGS YOU STOLE, I’LL CAPTURE YOU AND SWALLOW YOU WHOLE!” The rhyme… doesn’t work in elvish… shame.... Jack froze, clutching the vines. The voice came from all around but he couldn’t find the source which had to be the giant that lived in the tower. Until he looked down and found… a human sized wizard? A pretty large human with a bushy head of jet black hair tied into neat sections, a sharp goatee, dressed in gaudy wizards robes stood below looking up. /Fuck!/ He was still reduced! He had a full 45 minutes to prepare his reveal and he fucked it up! Quickly Yonah dispelled the reduction and was face to face with the elf who nearly let go. This elf’s skin was a dark green and they had sunflower yellow curly hair. He breathed in their scent. They smelled like sunflowers and sugary tree sap. With a wicked grin he slipped off his gardening gloves and plucked the elf from his tower, holding him to his eye, still distant enough to see him lick his lips. Jack’s ears fell as he was stuffed into the giant’s drooling maw. --- “Bastard! Let me out!” The elf bellowed. Ugh, the elf’s voice was deeper than his own! How embarrassing. He poked at his stomach. The elf retaliated with a more forceful kick than before. Ohhhh. He did it again. Yessss. He was rewarded with a powerful punch. This continued for a few minutes. “No, I don’t think I will,” he tried to make his voice lower but he was so filled with glee (and half-full of elf) that his pitch wouldn’t cooperate. “If you don’t fucking release me I’ll fucking carve my own way out! How do you like THAT?” Oh. fuck. Fucking Shit shit mother bitch! He had not checked Jack for weapons before just swallowing him down. Idiot! “Grrrrr fine,” whatever. It was nearly time to get this Jack out regardless. Bringing up elves, even fat ones, was much easier than humans. Still not pleasant, as he dry heaved and then vomited the elf into back into his hands. The elf brandished the sword in triumph until Yonah pinched his hands and easily wrestle the object away. Not wanting to crush the elf’s hands, he sent some heat to his fingertips and set his eyes aglow. Jack let go of his one piece of salvation. Unless. Holding the elf flat in his palm he pressed a finger to Jack’s throat. Jack coughed and his eyes bugged out of his head as he clawed at Yonah’s finger. “Any more surprises on you?” now he got his voice to rumble nice and low. Ck! Chhk! Right. He released the pressure on Jack’s windpipe. He did not release Jack. Jack sputtered, he was still covered in spit and mucus. Sighing Yonah took Jack to the river behind the tower and gave him a few gentle dunks in the flowing water. He drank some of the crisp cool water as well, cleansing is pallet. “More weapons! Do you have more weapons?” “N-no” Jack whimpered. “Wonderful” Yonah snarled, smiling ear to ear, “Now I can eat you all over again. Nice try though. Got me to spit you up. Too bad it didn’t work.” “Wait! NO! FOUL!” Jack cried. This isn't how this worked! He’s gotten out! He was supposed to be let go! Did this giant have no respect for tradition!? Clearly not as Yonah didn’t hesitate to stuff the elf back into his mouth. Freshly clean the elf’s taste was even more sharp. Like a washed piece of fruit. Delicious. With an angry yell the elf failed to stop Yonah from swallowing him for the second time. It was not any better this time. If anything it was worse! Now he had no hope of getting out alive. The giant had CHEATED! And he had learned from before that unarmed physical attacks did nothing! If anything the giant LIKED IT. Fuck him twenty ways to Tuesday.   He fell into a pool of uncomfortably warm water and decided to just sulk until it was all over. Or he would if the giant didn’t move so much!  “What the fuck was that!?” The giant’s voice flowed around him like cooling lava, “Oh did I disturb you? I jumped back into my tower. I said you were an appetizer, I’m going to make lunch! Won’t you join me?” The elf did not dignify that with a response. He did scream in terror as he was bounced around, and again asked what the fuck that was. ‘Stairs’ was the answer, apparently. Which, as far as Jack could gather, the giant hopped down, whistling a jolly tune. Soon he heard rushing water, probably a sink faucet. The giant really was preparing to make lunch after eating him. Most humiliating death ever. Then, for the second time, a retching, convulsing of the stomach walls. For the second time he was pulled back up the giant’s throat. For the second DAMN TIME, he slid out of the giants mouth. And fell into the sink.   After being eaten and spit up twice he was quite sore (the giant had been pretty rough while thoroughly enjoying his taste) and out of breath, adrenaline still pumping through him but leaving quickly. The giant nudged him a bit, for some reason making sure his face was not submerged in the cool water that flowed around him. The giant wasn’t going to kill him. At least, Jack figured he could assume. Released twice, and this time of the giant’s own volition. So after shaking the water out of his ears and folding them tight, he let himself lay back and recover his wits. Yonah finally set about making lunch. It didn’t take long since it was leftovers from last night. He had made a large batch of fūl which he had jarred and placed in cold storage, as well as hard boiling as many eggs as he dared. But fūl needed fresh vegetables to go with it, which he chopped and seasoned  as the fūl reheated on the stove. He also made some quick flatbreads with olives and chives! He spotted the elf climbing out of the sink just as he finished setting the table. And the second smaller table on top of it. Jack froze when he locked eyes with Yonah. Yonah smiled. “You never gave me an answer,” he said, deliberately obtuse. Jack’s ears flipped back and forth; his eyes narrowed, “what?” “I asked if you would join me for lunch. You didn’t answer.” “You - I” Jack sputtered and nearly fell as he hefted himself onto the counter, spotting the set tables and noticing the smells. “Wasn’t… I lunch?” Yonah laughed, “No, you aren’t nearly filling enough, but I’ve made plenty of food for us both!” All of Jack’s instincts told him to run. This thing had eaten him twice, and though it was being nice to him now who knew what it would do in a few hours. Maybe it wanted him for desert as well! Maybe it planned to keep him here forever! Oh no… “Everything alright?” the giant asked as Jack had frozen, trembling, halfway through standing up. Not giving Jack time to answer Yonah picked Jack up and took him to the table.  “You must be hungry. So how about I make this easy for you. I insist you join me for lunch, Jack.” and he placed Jack on the small chair. It was a little too big for Jack. The additional table setting was human sized, not elf sized, but if Jack sat on his knees it didn’t make much difference. But he just sat there staring, unseeing, at the food. “Surely you’ve had fūl before?” Yonah asked, picking up a hard boiled egg and chopping it into little slices which fell into a bow of brown paste. “I believe it’s a staple food for elves as well?” using a slice of bread he scooped up the now egg mixed bean-paste, added a spoonful of veggies onto before taking a bite. “Why- did you let me go?” Jack had to wait for Yonah to swallow. Ugh. Watching the giant eat, after it had eaten him was more than off-putting. “You would rather I kill you?” Yonah asked, and took another bite. “No! No I was just- Why did you eat me again? I-” feeling was coming back to his body, “I beat you! I got you to spit me back up! It’s bad sport to eat me again!” “OH that. Well, I’m evil, or that’s what it says on my contract,” said the giant, as if that excused it. “Evil giants don’t let their victims live,” Jack finally realized that yes, he was hungry, and he very much liked fūl, so he dug in. It was delicious. Not at all spiced in any elvish style, but still fūl. There was also a glass of Giant’s Ale, something he had always wanted to try. “I’m also an evil wizard, and I’m only half-giant,” said the wizard, “Also, as you said, you beat me, bad sport and all that to not let you go. I just wanted another taste.” He had to admit, it was pretty damn evil of the giant to make him think he was going to die, twice. And wizards were known to toy with and torture adventurers. So far this tracked. Jack had more questions but he didn’t get to voice them. It had started as just kick, a little heat, but his mouth was now an inferno. He took another swig of the ale, but it didn’t help in the slightest. He collapsed onto the table. Was this how the giant was going to kill him? Or rather, the wizard? With poison? Hadn’t he suffered enough? Through eyes blurred with tears and sweat Jack was still able to tell that the giant wizard was out of his chair, but he couldn’t see what he was up to. Then strong fingers picked him up. Oh no, he was going to be eaten again! He should have left when he had the chance! As the blood pulsed in his ears he heard the giant speak. “Drink this!” a bowl of something was pushed into his grasp. If the giant thought he was going to drink or eat anything he gave him at this point he was badly mistaken, he dropped it. The giant cursed, and pinched his jaw, forcing it open and forcing in whatever he had tried to get him to drink of his own accord. It was… syrup? Just plain syrup? The flames calmed down as he swallowed the sugary goo and he blinked away the tears. The giant was smiling apologetically down at him. He allowed the giant to help him back to the chair. Ok, not poison. Just... “Sorry, I forgot that I made this batch of fūl with some specially cultivated reaper peppers. I should have warned you.” Jack coughed and drank more syrup and then more ale. “How come you’re ok?” he wheezed. The giant’s eyes glowed briefly, as the guilty smile turned back to a nearly wicked one. “Oh, I’m also a firewitch.” “No kidding.”

[FIN]

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[dawnbutterfly]

PC

Ok, heavy disclaimer before we start this one: I do not condone 9 year old humans drinking vodka. XD The player character in the South Park games is clearly some kind of time-traveling eldritch nightmare spawn, and nobody should attempt to imitate any of their behavior, ever.

With that out of the way, this particular one I wrote right at the beginning of Season 19, after the first episode.

Grant walked up to the ΡΩΔ frat house, a look of abject fury on his face.

He had never cared much for overly politically correct people. He had no problem with the notion of being kind and accommodating to everyone, but he was still against censorship, and was a big proponent of free speech, despite rarely talking himself. Despite that, he had tolerated their presence up to that point for their good, if misguided, intentions.

However, they had gone too far. Though he wasn't particularly good friends with Cartman, he still didn't think he deserved to be beaten until he ended up in the hospital. Worse than that, however, was their treatment of Kyle. That, he thought, was absolutely unforgivable.

He pounded on the door furiously for three straight minutes until someone finally answered it. “What do you want, k-” The man began, only to be pushed aside by the surprisingly strong child.

He looked around, finding their stereo controls. Walking over to them, he damn near put his fist through it, stopping the music dead. Everyone looked at him with surprise.

“Who among you is responsible for the treatment of Kyle Broflovski!?” He demanded at the top of his lungs.

“New Kid, is that you!?” A familiar voice asked.

“Oh, I'll deal with you later!” Grant said angrily, picking the face of PC Principal out of the crowd.

“Now, once more.” Grant said evenly, pulling out his Sweet Katana. Everyone took a step back in shock at the magically appearing sword. “Who am I going to carve up for abusing my friend?”

“N-Now, be reasonable, kid. Put the sword down!” Someone from the crowd reasoned.

“Eight Satanic Rule of the Earth: 'Do not harm little children.'” Grant recited. “Ergo, I do not take orders from scumbag child abusers!” He shouted.

One of the frats approached him cautiously. “I'm sure we can talk this out, little man.” He said.

“Do not call me a 'man'.” He said coldly, striking a certain chord with everyone in the room. “And I don't want to hear anything from you people but admissions of guilt. So unless you're putting one forward, I suggest you-”

Just then, there was a loud crash from another room, and Randy came staggering in. “H-Hey, sorry guys. It totally didn't break the thing I just broke.” He said, clearly drunk. “Hey, is that you, New Kid?”

Grants eyes shifted to an unfathomable expression. He then put his Katana back away, still amazing everyone.

“You're all a bunch of drunk idiots…” He mumbled. “I can't even bring myself to put you morons in the hospital like you did to Cartman.”

His face was blank for a moment, then shifted to a devious grin. “I'll tell you what. I've got a wager for you instead.” He said.

He pointed towards their bar. “Pick your poison, any, and I bet you I can drink any one of you under the table.” He said with a smirk.

There was a moment of silence. Then everyone burst out laughing.

“We're not gonna have a drinking contest with a kid!” One of them said.

“That's illegal!” Another said.

“So is beating a child into the hospital, or kidnapping one in the night and chaining them to a tree.” Grant said sharply, causing the laughter to die instantly.

Grant shrugged. “I took you lot for a lot of things, but cowards wasn't one of them.” He said. “Oh well, I could always just call the police.”

There was an uncomfortable silence. “Suppose we did agree to this. What's the wager?” One asked.

“If you win, I'll join your little 'PC' crusade or whatever.” Grant said. Everyone nodded. “But if I win, you all pack up your shit and leave South Park forever.” He said.

He turned to PC Principal. “And you get Victoria reinstated as our principal before you leave.”

There was murmuring, and then a few of them huddled up.

“Look, if we don't do this, he's gonna call the cops on us, and child abuse charges are no joke…” One said.

“I don't feel like ratting anyone out either…” Said another.

“Look, let's just humor the kid. Give him one or two shots, let him pass out, and we let him sleep it off.” A third said. They all nodded, breaking the huddle.

“You drive a hard bargain, but alright.” One said.

“Excellent.” Grant said. “I'm feeling generous, so I'll even let you pick your best drinker.”

They all smirked. “Well, guess that means you, Brad.”

A man stepped forward.

“Pleased to meet you, Brad.” Grant said.

Both went to the bar and sat on the stools. “Like I said, pick your poison.” Grant said.

“Vodka.” Brad said. “Let's get this over with quickly.”

The tender tentatively poured out two shots, placing one in front of each person. Brad reached for his, but was stopped before he could.

“Hold on a second.” Grant said.

Brad smirked. “Second thoughts.” He asked.

Grant didn't reply, but grabbed Brad's shot glass, downing both it and his own and slamming the glasses onto the table. Brad's eyes went wide.

“Another!” Grant said. Brad's eyes went focused, and he had the bar keep pour him two shots, downing them himself.

Each of them downed shot after shot, Brad getting nervous. This little kid was beating him!

“Ok, kid, I think we should shtop…” He said, swaying slightly.

Grant's eyes looked heavy, but he was otherwise perfectly stable. “What's wrong? At your limit already? We've only had eleven.”

Brad's eyes went wide. “You've drunk eleven shotsh!?” He asked, having completely lost count.

“If you want to tap out, just say so.” Grant said.

“Kid, this isn't healthy for you.” He said.

“It isn't healthy for you either.” Grant retorted.

“Look, we'll call it a draw.” Brad said.

“Oh for fuck's sake.” Grant said, climbing up onto the bar counter. He grabbed the bottle of vodka, half empty, from the bartender's hand and stood on the counter, proceeding to down the entire rest of the bottle in one go.

Everyone stood stunned. A nine year old boy had just drunk three times as much alcohol as their best drinker. Brad looked nauseous, then bent over and puked on the floor.

“Who else wants a shot of me!?” Grant shouted. Then looked confused. “No, wait. Shot at me!” He corrected himself, swaying forward and back on his feet rhythmically.

Everyone looked uncomfortable, seeming to be torn between absolute awe and horrified concern for the well being of the child they'd just given an entire bottle of vodka to.

“Are you… ok?” PC Principal asked tentatively.

“Fine, why do you ask?” Grant asked.

He then fell forward, to the gasps of everyone in attendance, dropping the bottle onto the counter. Before anyone could try to catch him, though, he arched his back, slamming rather hard onto the cushioned seat of his own stool at the bar, and rolled forward off it, landing on his feet unstably. Everyone winced at the impact.

“Gonna pee…” He said, walking drunkenly off into another room.

“Ok, so…” One frat said. “We all agree that that just… happened, right?”

Grant shortly returned, still staggering considerably. “Hey! I've changed my mind!” He shouted, grabbing everyone's attention.

“I've decided that you guys get to stay!” He said, seeming to relieve everyone. “If…!” He started, making everyone tense again.

He put his finger to his chin. “If what…?” He asked himself. “Oh, right! If you tone it back!” He announced.

“Learn ssome god damn nuance, stop abusing children, leave Leslie the ffffffffuck alone you asshole…” He slurred out, pointing unsteadily at PC Principal. “And if you do anything that I find objectionable, I reserve the right to kick you to the curb!”

He then staggered over to the stereo, hitting it a couple of times.

“Kid, you broke it, remember? It's not going to-” A frat began, but was cut off when the music suddenly started playing again.

“Party, frat humans!” Grant yelled.

There was a silence from the crowd, broken only by the shout of one individual. “Yeah, go New Kid! Woo!” Randy yelled.

Everyone looked around, and stared laughing uncomfortably, then jovially, and started the party up again.

Grant staggered back to the bar, picking up the empty vodka bottle. “Bar keep! Fill this with water!” Grant demanded.

The bartender took the bottle warily, and filled it up with water. Grant proceeded to down half of it in one go. “Much better…” He said.

Brad woke up about an hour later, his head throbbing. His friends soon began the ridicule.

“I can't believe you lost to a nine year old!” One laughed.

“You lost hard, too!” Said another.

“Hey, that kid's a monster!” Brad said.

“Yup, that's little old me! GNew Kid the monster!” Grant said, causing the adults to jump. They hadn't even noticed him saunter up to them.

“How did you do it, kid? How long have you been drinking?” Brad asked.

“Uh…” Grant said. “How old am I?”

“Nine…?” One of Brad's friends offered, unsure.

“Two months.” Grant said. “Fun times with him.”

“Who?” Brad asked.

“What?” Grant asked.

“You said you have fun times with someone. Who is he?” Brad returned.

“Who is who?” Grant asked.

“The person you drink with!” Brad said with exasperation.

“…you?” Grant asked, unsure.

“Man, you are really drunk, kid!” Brad's friend laughed.

“Yup!” Grant said with a bright smile. “But just you watch! I will not have a hangover tomorrow!”

“Yeah, sure kid!” Brad replied with a laugh.

“Hey, I just thought of something. Won't your parents be worried about you?” Brad's friend asked.

“Oh, it's alright! I told her I was staying at an enemy's house tonight!” Grant laughed.

Brad's group all looked between each other, and then started laughing.

The frat partied most of the night, dying down at around four in the morning. Luckily, it was a Saturday, so Grant didn't have anywhere to be.

He woke up in one of the bedrooms, seeming to have been safely tucked in the previous night. He couldn't quite remember what happened after around two, but he trusted himself not to have done anything. He smiled. He was glad to see that they had some real compassion after all. He slipped out of bed, heading down the stairs to find a few of the PC's already up.

“Hey New Kid, how you feeling?” PC Principal asked, a touch of worry to his voice.

Grant smirked. “'Fine, why do you ask?'” He parroted his words from last night. PC Principal gave him a skeptical look. Grant laughed. “I have never had a hangover, nor shall I ever.”

“I don't like the fact that you can say that…” PC Principal said.

Grant leveled a gaze at him. “For the record, I remember my little change to our deal.” He said. “You do get to stay, but I've got my eye on you all. Remember that.”

PC Principal nodded. “You won, fair and square.” He said. “Scarily, but fairly. I'm a man of my word.”

Grant smiled brightly. “Good. See you Monday!” He said cheerily, heading out the door.

PC Principal stared at the door as it started to close. “New Kid!” He said, catching Grant's attention before he closed the door. “You be careful. If you keep acting like you did last night, you're gonna get yourself killed one of these days.”

“You say that as if I haven't already…” Grant said cryptically, closing the door, leaving PC Principal in stunned silence.

Darn, looks like my attempt at frmatting didn't work. It was supposed to turn the omega sideways. >:C

[x-fantasy-is-my-reality-x]

Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit (Chapter 18: Reunion)

Black and Trunks had just passed between two large, jagged mountains after seven hard hours of unsuccessful scouting. They had checked every beach and forest they had come near, yet there was still no sign of you or traces of Zamasu’s magic. And since they couldn’t rely on your chi which had weakened significantly since your escape, the best they could do was look by hand, which didn’t provide a very fast recovery.

“Black! Look!” Trunks’ frantic call snapped Black out of his thoughts as they continued to zoom through the air. “Is that a fire?”

She said red lights………He wondered. Could she have meant……

You had fainted before he could think up a reply, and no matter how hard he tried he was still unable to communicate telepathically with you. His eyes widened when he finally figured out your cryptic plea for help.

Black could see it. Billowing clouds of smoke and flashes of bright white lightning just up ahead, in a thick-wooded forest.

“She’s there!” Black shouted frenziedly, shooting past the confused teenager.

“What?! How would you know?!”

“Just shut up and follow me fool! There’s no time to explain!” Black hollered back, not keeping his eyes away from the wildfire.

“Y/n? Y/n!” There was no response that could be heard from the chaos below.

Two pairs of keen eyes scanned the hellish forest floor, searching for any sign of you as they flew in circles barely above reach of the scorching heat.

“Look!” Trunks shouted, pointing triumphantly at a dot in the crumbling undergrowth. “It’s Y/n!”

They both dove to you at the same time, Black overtaking Trunks as his heart beat furiously against his ribcage. The smoke didn’t affect his keen senses in the slightest, but it was still hard for the once heartless God to breathe.

From their position, all the two warriors could see was only half your body, splayed out underneath a heavy blackened trunk. Bright red tongues lapped at your skin, but you didn’t appear to be moving.

“Shit!”

Black reached you first, tossing the gigantic tree of you like it weighed nothing, which it probably did to him at least. He grabbed you and cradled you in his arms, Trunks beginning to protest until he saw the state of your legs.

“That’s going to hurt, even if she is immortal,” Trunks winced in sympathy. “It’s a good thing she’s knocked out cold, and even better that we have a Senzu Bean.”

“Let’s get her out of here first,” Black murmured, relief flooding through him once he saw the slight rising and falling of your chest. He rubbed a bit of soot of your face and adjusted you a bit in his arms, forgetting Trunks who was watching in disbelief. Something flitted in his eye when he looked at you, but it was gone so fast that Trunks wasn’t able to completely discern what it was.

Can Black really be….Is that why he wanted Y/n back so badly? No, it can’t be, can it? He a psychopathic murderer!

Thoughts swirled like a hurricane in his brain making him slightly light-headed, and Black must have noticed as Trunks began to sway on his feet. Even Saiyans weren’t completely immune to fire.

“We should get the Hell out of here before you pass out too, and if you do, I’m leaving you here,” Black snapped, roughly shaking him from his astonishment. There were a time and a place, but here was neither of those.

“Come on!” Black sprung off into the sky, the confused teenager following shakily behind, mind still reeling.

“We’ll stop here,” The older Saiyan commanded with a tone that called for no objections as he descended into one of the most habitable caves in the twin peaks they had just passed. Throughout the entire flight Trunks hadn’t dared to utter a single word, not even looking at him. They placed you on the floor, cushioning your head with Trunks’ sword and Black’s sash, using the boy’s jacket as a blanket. It wasn’t the best, but it was still much better than absolutely nothing. If Trunks wasn’t here, then Black would have preferred to keep you in his lap, where you could be warmer and safer, but there was no way he was going to do that with Earth’s mightiest hero glaring at him like a hawk. Even slightly burnt by the fire, he was still dangerous. Some of the skin on Trunks’ hand had been seared off when they had touched down, but that wouldn’t stop him from grabbing his sword.

“What, cat got your tongue?” Black jeered once you were settled in, and suddenly Trunks’ hatred returned. Or more specifically, sprung back to the surface. It had never left. Even now his mother’s death still hurt.

“Yeah what-” His voice began to grow louder until the oncoming argument was halted by your frail moan of discomfort.

“Just get the damn Senzu,” Black growled lowly, his onyx eyes mere stormy slits.

Trunks closed his jaw with an audible snap, and clenching his fists, he forced himself to calm down, at least until you had healed a little. Digging around his dirty Capsule Corp jacket, his fingers closed around the last Senzu.

Gently, he pried open your dry lips with one hand while the other held your head, and managed to slip the bean inside your mouth without choking you. Your face relaxed and you appeared to go limp in his hands, a small smile twitching at the corner of Trunks’ mouth as he stared at you in solace. Black had to physically restrain himself from attacking the boy when he saw that Trunks was touching what was rightfully his, though he knew you would disapprove if you were awake.

I just have to deal with him a little longer, Black told himself, struggling to contain his composure. They were one word away from continuing their fight, and your presence was the only thing stopping them.

For now, all they could do was to wait for you to rest up enough to fly back to Zamasu. There were too many things that needed to be sorted out, and frankly, Trunks wondered if they would ever be able to untangle the spider’s web of murder and secrets. After returning you to your former position, Trunks slid as far away from Black as possible while still being close enough to keep an eye on you, sitting against the wall with one tired eye open. Like Black, he had to suppress the impulse to spring to action when he saw the spiky-haired God scoot closer to you, though not yet touching.

Though his feelings for you weren’t the same as Black’s, his survival this far was partly owing to you, saving his life multiple times. Over time, he had come to think of you as one of his closest friends, on par with Mai. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you safe much like Black, though the idea that that serial killer had his sights set on you made his insides riot.

As hard as Trunks fought to stay awake, he finally lost to the alleviating lull of sleep’s velvety wings, whisking him off into another dimension. Black waited until the hero’s head hit his chest before moving over to you, losing all interest in Trunks when he glanced over at your moonlit figure.

Even after everything you had been through you still looked to him the same as the day he had first met you, more alluring than any being in the universe. Sliding his fingers into your h/c locks, he began untangling all the knots and picking out the bits of leaves from your hair. The silver moonshine framed your face beautifully, and even with all the soot and wounds on you it made you no less appealing to him.

After all this time he was still unsure what caused him to obsess over you, and at this point he didn’t really care anymore. Love was still a foreign emotion to the lonely God, and even in his youth he had never experienced anything remotely like it. At this moment he wasn’t really sure what he felt for you, Hell, it might not even be love. Whatever it was, it inexplicably drew him to you. Black used to try to convince himself that it was because you were technically immortal and one of the only females left who genuinely didn’t make him vomit when he touched them, but now he knew that it was a complete lie to justify his attraction. Your immortality had nothing to do with it, though it definitely made things a whole lot less complicated. Or maybe it was the feeling of not wanting to be alone for the rest of eternity, once the Zero Mortal Plan had been completed, though he would never admit it to anyone.

However, none of those seemed to play as big as a factor as the fact that you were simply different, unusually kind and capable of just enjoying life as it is, and not constantly seeking for more as he’d seen many other beings do, wasting their life away to obtain something they could never reach.

He hated vanity, something the earth was sweltering with, and something that you seemed to be nearly or even completely devoid of. And best of all, you didn’t seem to despise him, even after everything he had put you through, and Black had certainly given you numerous reasons to. Despite these feelings, there was still occasionally the irrational, terrible urge to kill every human being in the vicinity, which usually meant you. But he managed to restrain himself every time, avoiding your presence and venting on something else. The old Zamasu had not completely dominated and the lingering presence of Son Goku was not quite gone. They molded together to form someone entirely knew, Goku Black. He knew he wasn’t either men, but still it felt like his soul and body were at war sometimes. It frightened him, that maybe one day the good Saiyan’s presence would win and turn him soft, but worst of all was the thought that perhaps Zamasu’s hateful habits would overbear all reason and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from wounding you. Though you couldn’t die, he was sure the Zamasu he had once been could find a way to make it living Hell for you.

Even now, when everything was calm for once, he could still feel the war raging on inside him. There was no doubt whatsoever that he wanted you, but his morals were battling against that desire. Son Goku’s morality and Zamasu’s ambition, that was made them different, and that was what made him. It was true that he was a deity in a mortal body, but someone as strong as the kind-hearted Saiyan would not let his body go completely, especially when it was taken and used in such a manner. It was something so simple even the people of earth could understand. A different environment could produce two versions of the same person, and Goku’s body was a different environment in a sense. And it had changed him.

But I’m neither of them, Black assured himself. I still hate humans. That’s for sure and it always will be, I wouldn’t want to like them anyways. But there is one I can tolerate.

That’s what split him from Zamasu. That one exception that the Kai could not make.

You.

And the Zamasu inside him howled in fury.

“You should see how you make me, Y/n.” Black exhaled, placing his head next to yours, clenching his eyes shut.

To his surprise, one of your e/c orbs opened slightly, focusing on his features.

“I know, Black.”

His breath hitched in his throat, and he seemed at loss for words. “You should go back to sleep,” he lied. No, that was the last thing he wanted after being apart from you for so long that he had missed the sound of your voice.

“I can’t,” You murmured back, entwining his hand in yours, to which he stared at in shock and maybe even a little discomfort. “I can’t while people are dying.”

“You know exactly why they’re dying Y/n; they’re dying for paradise.”

“Oh Black, I know that you have a good goal in mind but there are better ways to do things than by killing everyone. As much as I appreciate your ambition, I don’t think this is the right way to get there.”

He gave you no response, instead just continued to gaze into your eyes.

“You really believe that, huh?” Black grumbled, you could tell that he was irritated but it was better than before when he would become physically aggressive every time something ticked him off. It didn’t matter what it was, if a branch hit him in the face he would blow up the tree, and if it was raining when he didn’t want it to then he could disperse the clouds with special chi blasts. It was even more violent with humans, in which case he had no mercy. You were the only exception to his purposeful brutality, and you were borderline a deity with human blood. And even then, he had broken your nose or hand multiple times on accident when you startled him. He never meant to hurt you those times, but violence seemed to be ingrained into his muscles.

Eventually, after a few more minutes of debate, you realized there was no point in arguing with him over mortals at this time, and especially when you were still very feeble. He could either remain silent for days or argue for hours, and usually there was no in-between.

“Anyways,” You tried steering the topic away from mass genocide, and onto a slightly less gruesome subject. “I never thought you would team up with Trunks.”

Black just huffed and looked away from you, muttering something about half-breeds under his breath. “That persistent little brat wouldn’t fucking leave me alone,” he growled. “I can still kill him though.”

“No!” You grabbed his shirt as he began to raise his arm, slapping his glowing hand out of the air. Immediately tensing up when you realized what you did, you scrunched your eyes shut in case he decided to hit you. Instead, all you got was a light smack to the head and opening his eyes, you could see him smirking.

“I’m not going to hit you, Y/n. You remember what happened last time.”

Back then, he had tried to surprise you by punching you, a little bit too eagerly, and ended up nearly breaking your entire torso. Sometimes he didn’t even know his own strength, and more specifically Goku’s. When he had first hijacked the body, their cabin would be filled with constant noise when everything he touched shattered into a million pieces, notably several sets of tea cups, chairs, and doors. Zamasu had become so angry that he had forced his partner outside for a day to learn to control his strength, which was part of the reason why there was a sparse space of empty land surrounding the cabin. It wasn’t noticeable, but upon closer inspection quite a number of the trunks were mutilated from his “gentle” practice.

“I know you would never hurt me on purpose, Black.” You reassured him, “I trust you.”

He was taken by your sheer innocence, and sullenly wondered how you could ever have been born in a world like this. It just wasn’t fair, but life never was.

A yawn forced its way past your lips, capturing Black’s attention.

“You should go to sleep Y/n, the faster you recover the sooner we can return and sort this whole mess out,” Black hummed tenderly against your cheek.

“But I-” You tried to protest, though it was promptly muffled against his chest when he pulled you closer.

“No buts. Sleep, now.” His grip tightened around your back, letting you know that there was no room for arguments.

It wasn’t over yet and you both knew it, but frankly you didn’t have enough energy to care at the moment. Giving up once you realized there was no point in arguing with him, you soon fell asleep in his arms, lulled by the rhythmic thumping of his heart and the warmth of his firm body.

You had never slept so well.