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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 3 years

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Our little love part 2 - mafia/yandere au Drabble {angst + fluff}

As always please let me know what you think, I am actually going to go to bed now my brain is angry with me for not sleeping.

It seemed the cycle was never ending, you fucking up and pissing them off, them punishing you by drowning you in their love, only letting you come up to breathe so you could swim in your own guilt and submit to them.

You wince as the victim to your latest fuck up gets another blow to his chest. Taehyung and Hobi held onto his arms as Jungkook and Jimin kick and punch the poor individual. You know not to speak, it’ll only make things worse. Temperament was a fickle thing in their lives, trust was everything, and you still had to build yours up again.

“Y/n help please,” Kai whimpers as you stood with your arms crossed looking away.

“Don’t fucking say her name,” Jungkook growled before punching your ex colleague in the face. You’re frowning, the need to beg them to stop was fighting for exit on the top of your tongue, but you bite it down and pray Kai doesn’t say another word. You know if you do as he asks they’d kill him. Your punishment was to watch silently.

Yoongi strolls up behind you, hands in his pockets before he rests his head on your shoulder, watching the display in front of you both.

“Nothing to say little love?” He whispers as your friend groans out in pain.

Please don’t kill him, you want to say, but you just shake your head in defeat. You want to believe they’re better than this, but the evidence of the contrary was never hidden from you. They showed you every side of them whether proud of it or not with bold eyes daring you to stop loving them, pushing your boundaries and morals waiting for you to snap. But the breaking point never came, you loved them, you shouldn’t and you knew it, but you did. You were completely and utterly theirs, yet still they treated you like you hadn’t seen the worst of them. Like you would run away the second you realised they were monsters, not that they would let you run far, only far enough to let you take a single breath before making you drown in them once again.

Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, keeping an eye on your reactions. The asshole deserved it, not that they cared either way, he tried to take you away from them, that was enough.

Kai was your old partner before you took a very early retirement, what you didn’t know was that he continued the case you were working on before you left; the case of the seven men you now loved and the reason you quit said job. He had called you to meet up for old times sake and you, very naively in Yoongi’s mind, decided it was harmless. But if it was harmless why didn’t you say anything to the boys? You thought Kai didn’t know the reason you handed in your resignation, but he had been keeping an eye on you all before he realised you were the key to their downfall. He knew you harboured some feeling for him in the past and thought you’d reciprocate when he tried to flirt his way into getting his hands on the evidence you collected, he didnt know you burned it all. You lied to him and said you lost it, same difference anyway. This prompted plan b from him.

“Y/n they’re criminals,” he had said to you. “You’re a cop at heart you can’t love them.”

You floundered at his words when you realised he knew, and yet he still asked you to betray them.

“Kai I think I need to go...”

It was a mistake, you knew it then, but he followed you out onto the street and you hoped tonight the men you loved weren’t keeping an eye on you. Maybe naive was an understatement.

“Are they coercing you Y/n! Do they have something on you or are they threatening you?” He calls after you. “Because the Y/n I know would never love killers, what have they done to you?”

It was when he reached his hand out to grab your arm that your boyfriends decided to show themselves from the shadows. Which lead to the situation now, Kai beat up and bruised beyond recognition, and you forced to watch. He falls unconscious and they let him drop to the floor, you hate this side of them, it was cruel and cold but you’d never leave. They turn to face you now, their anger still present despite the last hour of releasing it onto your old partner. They don’t miss the way you’re shaking, the shallow breaths as you try and keep your tears to yourself. As much as you hate their violence, you hate their disappointment in you more.

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You’re sitting in Joonie’s lap for what you call the debriefing of your punishment, this happened way too often in your opinion. You look down but he wasn’t having it today, tilting your head to look at him by your chin.

“Why did you get punished today little love?” He starts the same way as usual.

“I went out without telling you guys where I was going or who with,” you say while fiddling with your fingers out of nervous habit.

“And?” Hobi sits across from you in a chair, legs straddling the back and an elbow rested on top with his fist holding up his face. Hobi was hardest to pacify, he was ruthless and unforgiving and while that didn’t extend to you, you still had a hard time with his stubborn anger.

“I met up with Kai, and I let him touch me,” you’ve done this too many times before to not know how it worked. Kai’s ‘touch’ obviously meant nothing to you but for them it was the worst crime anyone could commit against their little love.

You remember the time you nearly tripped in the park and a guy steadied you politely, but you still had to hold Jungkook back from throwing hands.

“Kookie would you rather I fell and hurt myself?” No he hadn’t wanted that so he grumbled in agreement still seething but you cooled it down. “Instead of hitting him maybe you should thank him,” it was a joke but it made the youngest scoff.

“Baby girl why can’t you just be good?” Namjoon’s sigh brings you back to the present. “Why do you always have to test us like this?”

You didn’t mean to, you want to say it but the words are stuck below the sob in your throat. You actually whimper as his tone, bottom lip wobbling pathetically. He hadn’t even told you off properly, but you already felt like a mess as he bathed you in his disappointment. That was the common consequence of your actions and you hated it, you couldn’t do anything right.

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“Jin do you need help with the food?” You ask your eldest boyfriend politely, he was frowning and you thought it was because today’s meal was too much for him to handle alone, his tone of voice made you realise it was because of you.

“No, I’m alright,” he doesn’t look at you as he speaks and you’re left gaping at him like a fish. Jin loved it when you cooked with him, it was your bonding time without the others, although Yoongi would join you from time to time. The others also tried but Jin wouldn’t let them anywhere near the kitchen, they hogged you enough anyway.

You feel your soul deflate, still standing there as he ignored you.

“Are you mad at me too?”

The way you said it made his heart twinge with guilt, but the others were right you wouldn’t learn and your first betrayal was still fresh on their minds. He sighs and you turn away, refusing to crying in front of them for the tenth time that day. What was wrong with you? Ever since that day where they found out who you really were you felt like you werent enough anymore, you tried so hard to make up for it all but you kept messing up. You weren’t like this before, but after seeing the hurt you put them through you were constantly on edge and second guessing yourself. You wish you could go back and stop them from ever finding out.

Jin hears the sniffle as you walk away and he can’t go through with it.

“Wait little love,” he calls for you. “I forgot to cut the onions, would you mind?”

You shake your head, you didn’t mind, but you didn’t trust your voice to answer for you. Youre grateful to Jin for giving you this task, it hides the fact you’re crying, but you know he doesn’t miss it.

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Jimin and Taehyung were giving you narrowed stern gazes through dinner, it put you off your food which resulted in getting told off by Jin just after he branched out to you in the kitchen.

You felt alone, like the seven men you loved were against you and there was no one to blame but yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly before getting up and removing yourself from the dinner table and dining room, ignoring all of their stares. You decide maybe an early night is best, you could start again fresh tomorrow. You don’t get too far up the stairs before a hand pulls you back, you turn to see Jimin with Tae a few steps behind him.

You’re so used to seeing them laugh and play around that it feels like you’re looking at different people. Even during missions or gun fights, the youngest three were always joking their way through the bloodshed, keeping scores of who got the most headshots and other grotesque games. You remember the time Jimin and Tae called you during he middle of a shoot out, arguing with you and each other over who you loved more out of the two while you begged them to not get shot or killed.

“Why did you go see him Y/n?” Jimin asked, he wore the demeanour he used for enemies and it takes you back to that night.

“I... h-he said he wanted to see me to catch up,” you explain but you know it’ll fall on deaf ears.

“And you thought that was a good idea, to see your old cop buddy?” His tone makes you feel stupid, you weren’t stupid.

“He was my friend Jimin,” you say in disbelief, you know in the end it was a mistake but at the time it didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.

“You’re ours,” Taehyung moved forward, towering over you even though he’s a step below you. His face is close to your own, eyes burning into yours as he looks disgusted at the words that left your mouth as if they’re still attached to you. “How do you think we felt when you went to see another detective? Do you have any idea what was going through our heads?”

“Tae I love you,” you lean away from him, searching his face for a hint of softness and love in his gaze, but there was only fire. “You know I wouldn’t, you all know I wouldn’t, I left that life for you why would I turn back to it?”

He stalks away from you without a word, Jimin close behind, giving you a final cold glance before leaving you alone. You thought your love could make them better but if anything you made their darkness worse.

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Jungkook needed to vent, the only way he knew how was physically. Obviously it wasn’t the cleverest thing he’s done, taking rounds with the punching bag only to open up the cuts on his hand from beating the bastard earlier. He mutters a few curse words under his breath, why did you make matters worse? Maybe they were being harsh on you before today, finding any excuse to punish you a little, test your boundaries and see if you would run, but today they honestly feared that was what happened. They thought you chose to leave them and go back to the life you had before them, but they’d never let you go, they couldn’t let you go. Despite everything you loved them and they worshipped the ground you walked on. You were everything for them now, there’s be no point to any of them without you. Why didn’t you understand that?

He throws another punch to the bag, spreading his blood across them, it hurt like hell, but the thought of you running back to your old partner still played on all of their minds. He wanted to cry, he wanted to find you and beg you to never leave them, they’d be nothing without you.

There’s a knock on the door and he finds you on the other side, waiting for permission to come in. You never waited for permission, it makes him frown, maybe they were too harsh on you today. He could see you shuffling your weight, insecurity screaming through your eyes, you feared his rejection more than his anger.

He notices the first aid kit in your hand, you must’ve heard him. He doesn’t let the fluttering in his chest reach his face as he sits on the bench, waiting for you to come to him.

His gaze is expectant, daring you to cross the threshold and face him, you were no coward, you didn’t fear them the way others did, why were you behaving so meekly now? You force yourself to move and sit beside him, setting the kit down and pushing your hair back behind your ears. He doesn’t move his gaze away from you, even with the sweat and hair hanging in front of his face.

You carefully take a his hand into yours, sucking air between your teeth at how injured it was.

“I’m sorry you hurt yourself because of me,” you say, eyes on his bloodied knuckle as you press the ointment against the open wounds. “Are you sure you want me to stay, I keep hurting you...”

You try to sound like you’re joking, that you’re okay and the hurt isn’t weighing you down with your doubts. He frowns, they really did take it too far. He sets down the cotton wool from your grasp, taking both of hands into his before kissing each finger delicately without letting you look away.

“You’re perfect little love,” Jungkook says, reassuring you with no question in his voice. “We’re the ones who don’t deserve you, we’re mean and cruel but we’re never letting you go.”

You remember how loving they were before that night, maybe while they accepted the truth at face value they could never really forgive you in their hearts. Maybe that’s why they were being like this, they didn’t love you the same way anymore.

“Do you love me?” You had to know, the doubt was eating you alive.

He looks at you as if you’re insane, maybe you are, you don’t know anymore.

“Little love, don’t you see how much we love you?” He asks sincerely. “We would do anything for that love even if it made you hate us, you belong with us, and no one is going to take you away.”

You could see the crazed look in his face grow as he spoke, you believed him, the honestly worn like a heart on a sleeve. But his answer bought a wave clarity to your hazed vision, you made them like this, you made them worse, you had to leave.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Pairings | Hale pack x platonic!human!reader

Summary | based on the request

Warnings | brief mention of nudity and drugs, fluff, ‘naive’ reader, slight bashing of Scott (as a joke, it’s not serious),

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The bowl of popcorn was in the space of your lap, as Isaac reached across to grab a handful, throwing some at Boyd, who only shook his head at his pack mate’s behaviour. Eric sat on your other side, Boyd beside her, as she wore a baggy grey sweatshirt, her hair up in a ponytail. She looked quite similar to how she did before, minus the acne that had miraculously healed.

“The drama is tense.” Boyd snorted at Isaac’s sarcastic remark, more so when he earned and elbow in the side from yourself. He dropped a couple of pieces of the movie snack food, sighing at the consequences of your words, before digging for another shovel of the cornels.

“It’s a movie Isaac.” Eric stated, shaking her blonde head at the unruly haired boy. “Of course it’s going to be far fetched, vampires don’t exist, much less sparkle in the sunlight.”

“Vampires could exist.” Boyd spoke, unknowing of how much was really out there. “I mean, it wouldn’t be the strangest thing in the world. As we know, this town has always had some weird shit going on.”

“I mean, Scott McCall’s a werewolf, so maybe.” You shrugged, watching as Taylor Launtner came upon the screen as Jacob Black. You stretched forwards, licking your lips at the sight of his bare torso. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Scott is not ugly. But why can’t there be cool and mysterious werewolves like that?” Your hands gestures towards the screen.

“You mean the type that turn into big dogs, and imprint on people. Yeah, that’s so attractive y/n, let me just undress before your eyes, strip down naked, and run through the woods as a dog on steroids.” Isaac retorted, leaning his head against the bottom of the sofa, which none of you were seated on.

Instead, the lot of you were perched on the floor below the furniture, pillows and blankets piled around you, as you all sat in a tight knitted line, the light of the ever moving screen highlighting upon your faces.

“I thought you said you’ve never seen this before.” Erica quirked her cosmetic free brow, coercing the friend that she had put on the spot to stumble over his words for a reasonable excuse.

“I haven’t...” He frowned, trying his utmost to act convincing. “but what is wrong with real werewolves, they’re kinda cool, and scary, right?”

“At least as wolves, you wanna pet them and ruffle their fur, not take a razor to their face to get rid of the excessive facial hair. And not to mention, they look like they’ve had a facelift that did not lifting at all.” You smirked, unknowing of how Isaac especially took it as an insult.

That was the thing; you had been informed about Scott and his constant mess of a life, so that you were aware of the potential threats that lurked, although McCall and his sidekick were far but threatening. But they had managed to leave out a significant detail...

That they too were creatures that bade under the full moon, and Derek, whose premises you were currently on, was their alpha. The man himself, adjoined with his sour exterior walked into the room, lowering his head to silently tell Isaac to say nothing more.

It wasn’t that he and they didn’t trust you, in fact it was quite the opposite. They would each put their lives in your hands if it was crucial, but informing you of the dangers that prowled within Beacon Hills would create a shifting balance in your chances of survival.

There was no question about it, they wanted you to remain naive, and continue on with your life, as though you were a normal teenager, with little knowledge of the truth.

“What are you all doing?” The broody man crossed his arms, tilting his jaw as he watched you shuffle more buttered pieces into your mouth, innocently staring towards him, and then your eyes flickered back to the screen.

“Movie night.” Boyd shrugged, shuffling closer to Erica, and pulling a spare blanket out, offering it to his alpha, as to invite him in the evening comfort.

“We’re watching trash cinematography, that is literally making me question my existence.” Isaac leaned his head back, huffing at the ceiling, and as he breathed, you dropped popcorn into his mouth from above, which made him cough for a second, before he began to crunch into the delicacy. “Thank you.” He mumbled through his full mouth.

“It has a good soundtrack.” Erica admitted, having watched it plenty of times before she had been turned. In fact, she had been obsessed with it, watching it had been a comfort strategy for her, and now she was no longer alone whilst viewing the film series.

“The effects aren’t terrible either.” Boyd prompted, smiling as Derek joined them, but still kept a little bit of space to pursue his dominance in their golden hidden eyes.

“It’s called twilight.” You noted, focusing entirely back to the screen again, as you brought your knees up to your chin, using the bone as a head rest. “The books are better, but I suppose you don’t have much time to read.”

“Why’s that?” He asked, his black brows affirming into a light and curious frown. You shrugged, kicking your legs out and resting the crown of your head upon the sofa cushions behind.

“What with running a pack of these idiots, and keeping McCall in check, I’d say your hands are pretty full.” You blatantly stated, not thinking much of it. Though, apparently they did as all their eyes zeroed in on you, staring at you with shock. “What?”

“You know?!”

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teawaffles · 3 years

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The Adventures of John: Chapter 4, Part 2

TW // Mention of abuse

Also, a note for language.

Without even an opportunity for Laura to resist, Sherlock pulled his hand out — and revealed a gorgeous necklace. It wasn’t as if John could remember that necklace itself, but from its elegant sparkle, he judged that it’d been one of the items from their flat.

The despair on Laura’s face only deepened. Beside her, the detective spoke.

“This was stolen from my flat. Since the jewellery was in such a mess, you probably thought it wouldn’t look amiss if just one piece went missing — but that was naive of you,” he said. “Because I have a full grasp of everything that was put there.”

When Laura arrived at their flat, Sherlock had made a show of being indifferent to her request, while making sure that she had taken one of the stolen goods.

To have fully comprehended that chaos — John marvelled at the strength of Sherlock’s memory. During the conversation in the flat, he had persisted in looking out the window, away from Laura: that must’ve been to create a deliberate opening, and test if the girl would help herself to the pile.

Laura had stolen a piece of jewellery from their apartment. Moreover, she’d made up the request to find Dolly. Inevitably, from the two points above, it followed that her goal from the start had been to steal the jewellery. Hence, it formed definite proof that she was one of the thieves’ accomplices.

Confronted by that irreversible reality, Laura was stunned. As for the man, his eyes went bloodshot from anger.

“Y-You’ve gotta be kidding me, you good-for-nothing……. I told you to do it without exposing us—”

Hearing that, Sherlock piped up in a cool voice.

“Shall I take that as a confession? Though, there is still the argument that this kid Laura here is just another one of you vagrants, and you guys have nothing to do with the ring of thieves.”

The man spat on the ground.

“Hmph, I’ve no interest flogging that argument anymore. ——Let’s settle this the fast way.”

Saying that, he drew a small revolver from his pocket, and levelled it at Sherlock. Following suit, a few men among the group also whipped out knives and guns. The remaining crowd cried out softly in fear.

“If we dispatch the both of you right here, the truth’ll remain buried, eh?”

At that unsettling line, his armed accomplices also broke into twisted smiles.

But despite being held at gunpoint, Sherlock seemed particularly unmoved. He observed their actions, and narrated his own view.

“From the looks of it, you lot are the ringleaders, while the rest seem to have been threatened into compliance.”

“Yeah: with just a little bit of a beating, they’ll do anything we ask,” the man smirked.

But Sherlock was calm as he replied.

“From that, I gather not all of you are friends. And seeing how you resort to violence to settle things right away: you’re probably a hoodlum accustomed to crime, aren’t ya?”

“Hoodlum? You’re not wrong, but call us a group of clever thieves if you can. After all, I’ve skilfully manipulated these scum and carried out some brilliant thefts.”

Drunk on his own accomplishments, the man threw a glance at Laura. She hadn’t budged from where she stood; protecting her head, she cowered on the ground in sheer terror. From that, one could easily imagine what maltreatment she and the others had suffered at the hands of these thugs.

His heart filled with rage, John glared at the man.

“That means you forced them to commit crimes, didn’t you?”

“Call it making effective use of them, Doctor Watson,” he drawled. “These people all live on a pittance of a daily income. No one would care if they’re gone. I’ve given them a rather fine job until now, but this time, she just had to screw up. ——As I thought, brats are useless after all!”

“……I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

He shouted at Laura, and she repeated that apology over and over as she sobbed.

“You……”

“John, you’re right to be angry, but please calm down.”

At the unforgivable sight before him, the detective’s assistant had balled his hands into fists, but Sherlock persuaded him to keep his cool.

“Ah…… Sorry to get back to the topic, but let me give you some clarity on this case.”

“Huh?”

As before, Sherlock’s demeanour lacked any sort of tension, and his opponent frowned. But the detective paid no heed to that as he continued.

“To sum up the story thus far: the bunch of louts brandishing their weapons here are the ringleaders behind the thefts, and the other vagrants and street merchants were forcibly…… ‘used’, if I were to borrow your words?”

“Yeah, that’s right. You could say that they’re all expendables to be exploited as I please. To have so skilfully manipulated them — I bet my abilities rival those of that rumoured ‘Lord of Crime’ or something.”

“……Well.”

At that name, Sherlock’s eye twitched. But he showed no further reaction than that as he replied.

“In other words, to you guys, their names and faces aren’t even worth remembering?”

“That’s an odd way to put it, but exactly. They’re all disposable — do you really think I can remember all of them? ……That said, how long are you gonna keep prattling on like that? I don’t know if you’re just trying to buy time, but it’s time for you to die.”

Running out of patience, the man broke off their conversation, and moved to pull the trigger: fully intending to shoot the detective and his assistant.

However, Sherlock’s smile remained bold as ever.

“——That’s it then. I’ve gotten your word.”

That instant, John couldn’t believe his eyes.

Among the crowd of vagrants, the ones who were shrouded in hoods — separate from the ringleaders — were now aiming guns at the criminals.

“……Huh?”

“——Don’t move.”

One of the mysterious figures commanded sternly, keeping his gun trained on the lead criminal. Stunned by this sudden development, the man complied; and with his other hand, the figure slowly drew back his hood.

“……Inspector Lestrade?”

Out of sheer astonishment, John murmured the person's name.

The man in the hood, was Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard. Facing the lead criminal, he spoke in a determined voice.

“From the conversation earlier, it’s clear that you have threatened the poor and coerced them into crime. I’ll hear the details at the station. Don’t even think about resisting.”

Then, the other figures removed their hoods and revealed their faces. One after the other, they confiscated the weapons from the stunned hoodlums. Though they weren’t wearing uniforms, from their practised actions, it was clear that they were police officers.

“W-What the devil is going on……?”

Tonight had been a night of many surprises for this detective. John was yet unable to wrap his head around the situation, and once again, he asked himself a question he’d thought about countless times today.

“Everything’s exactly as you’ve witnessed, John. When I identified this place, I contacted Lestrade at the same time, then got the officers to disguise themselves as tramps and hide among the crowd.”

“But why?”

“If I’d just called in the Yard as usual, we wouldn’t have been able to identify the ringleaders among this large a crowd.”

Sherlock stated that conclusion in brief, then began to explain.

“As I thought about the thieves’ actions, I judged that there was probably a mastermind separate from the ones committing the actual crimes, who was controlling them from behind the scenes. Hence, there was a need to identify this mastermind; but even if the Yard were to round up the entire group of vagrants, like what that ruffian told me earlier, they could just say that they had no relation to the ring of thieves — and that would be the end of it. Moreover, it still wasn’t clear who the ringleaders were, and the ring members who were being threatened would’ve likely been warned not to blab. So, in order to smoke out the ringleaders and elicit a confession, I added a bit of an act.”

Then, the detective looked at Lestrade, and the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

“——Well, about the disguises: I’d thought about where the police squad could hide themselves, and decided it would be better for them to mingle with the crowd, so they wouldn’t have to sneak about all weirdly.”

“W-Wha— What a stupid……”

Upon hearing the truth, the man’s earlier triumphant attitude had devolved into a disgraceful, incredulous one. This time, Sherlock laughed out loud.

“Sure, you can make people follow you, but you’ll also have to keep tabs on them properly. In the first place, when this location was discovered, didn’t it occur to you that I would call in the Yard? You can pretend to be a mastermind, but with your lack of foresight, even the Lord of Crime would laugh.”

“S……Shite.”

“Oi, watch what you say from here on. It’ll be used as evidence against you in court.”

Lestrade warned the man as he clapped him in irons; accepting his defeat, he hung his head bitterly. For a villain who’d exploited people in poverty, and boasted of rivalling the Lord of Crime: it was a downright dreadful ending.

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“I’ll always be in your debt, Holmes. And the same goes for you, Dr Watson.”

As he watched the arrested criminals being taken away, Lestrade thanked the detective duo.

However, in contrast to the inspector’s earnest attitude, Sherlock put a hand over his mouth as he tried to suppress his laughter.

“Lestrade. Sorry for saying this when you’re being so serious, but…… you looked surprisingly good as a tramp.”

“H-Hey! That’s rude, Sherlock!”

“By Jove, Sherlock……”

John chided the detective, and Lestrade let out an astonished sigh.

“……Anyway, I’m grateful for your help in resolving this case.”

“Yeah, let me know when you have another interesting mystery next time.”

After that simple exchange, the inspector left to join the other police officers.

Then, Laura — the central figure from today — and an old woman from among the vagrants walked over to them.

“——U-Um, Dr Watson.”

The girl stood right before John. She bit her lip, and sank into a deep bow.

“I’m so sorry for tricking you!”

Laura blurted that out in a loud voice. Then, the old woman also bowed solemnly.

Met with their sincere apologies, John spoke up in a kind voice.

“It’s alright. You had no choice — all of you were being threatened.”

“B-But…… I……”

“Don’t worry about it. In any case, won’t it be tough for you all from here on?”

With a start, Laura realised what he meant, and dropped her gaze. Though they had been coerced into thievery, it was still a fact that they had broken the law. Hence, in order to furnish the details to the Yard, all of them would be taken in for questioning.

The atmosphere turned slightly gloomy, and Sherlock piped up.

“You don’t have to be so serious about it, y’know. Seeing as all of you had been forced into those crimes, the Yard’ll treat you more leniently.”

“Y-You’re right.”

John knew that Sherlock was deliberately being optimistic, in an effort not to worry them both. Hence, though it was a little awkward, John agreed with him.

Perhaps the matter wasn’t as simple as Sherlock had described, but the events from now on would be out of their hands entirely. Hoping that Lestrade would speak well in their defence, John changed the topic somewhat forcibly.

“……By the way, is this lady a relative of yours?”

Hearing that, Laura brightened up, and introduced the old woman.

“Yes, she’s my grandmother; we’ve been making a living together selling food.”

“Truly, please accept my sincere apologies for what happened.”

Hearing the old woman’s husky voice, John finally understood the awkward exchange he had witnessed between them at the park. Seeing as they were family, it was only natural for Laura to be more relaxed around her; moreover, the old woman’s faltering tone had surely been due to her guilt at deceiving him.

John nodded in understanding. Then, Laura took out a small pouch.

“That and this…… Here’s the full amount we’ve taken from you, Dr Watson. Please accept it.”

“Ah, I see. I’d forgotten all about the money. Thank you.”

John was about to reach for the pouch, when all of a sudden, a thought struck him — and he stopped.

“……Um, is something the matter?”

Seeing him freeze up, Laura tilted her head. Then, John withdrew his hand, and instead held up the bag full of items he’d bought from the street merchants.

“‘Taken’? What’re you saying? I bought these of my own accord. I can’t see any issues with them, so I’ve no intention of getting a refund.”

“……Eh?”

“Isn’t that right? I negotiated properly with the merchants in the parks, and bought these items as a customer. There was no trickery at all.”

John asserted that proudly, and beside him, he heard Sherlock chuckle.

Of course, what John said was by no means a show of bravado that he hadn’t been tricked. Laura had been moved by his kindness throughout the day; in an instant, she sensed the emotions imbued in his words. But even so, she knitted her brows, looking troubled.

“Still, I really should return this to you.”

She then offered him the pouch again, but John gently pushed it away.

“Laura, in all honesty, the walnuts your grandmother sold me were delicious. For products that good, it’s only right that I pay a fair price for them.”

His smile was full of warmth as he continued.

“If I happen to see your stall again, I’ll be sure to buy from you.”

“Dr Watson……”

This time, Laura did not press the matter.

She held the pouch as if it were a treasure, and her face brimmed with smiles.

“——Alright. When we see each other again, I’ll be sure to prepare lots of walnuts for you.”

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to that.”

Then, John bade goodbye to Laura and her grandmother; and with his “loot” in hand, he left the scene with Sherlock.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #english translation #a study in scarlet

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corvidsinatrenchcoat · 2 years

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baby’s first blind date

have a lil kagehina ficlet, starring the kageyachi friendship we all deserve!! they’re like... college/freshly out of college age in this one, and it’s about 2000 words-ish

“It’s not that funny.”

There’s wheezing on the other end of the phone.

When Yachi finally manages to compose herself enough to speak, she says, “Oh, it definitely is.”

“How is it funny?” Kageyama knows he’s pouting, and Yachi isn’t even in the room to see it. “How in the hell am I supposed to survive this?”

She giggles. “I don’t know, Kageyama. I don’t think I would have gotten myself into that situation.”

Kageyama’s lips twist toward a frown. Not only was Oikawa Tooru’s attitude toward him - really, attitude in general - not his fault, but neither was Kageyama’s complete lack of dating life.

Granted, he never sought out a relationship. Even his friends tended to be coincidental rather than intentional - he met Yachi in high school and when she joined the volleyball club as team manager, they formed an unusual sort of bond. Most people they knew assumed they were dating, which is funny for numerous reasons. Not least of which being that Yachi Hitoka could not be attracted, romantically or sexually, to a man if she tried.

The point being he had never sought out a relationship because no one had sought one out with him, which meant that he’d never been on a date, much less a blind date, much less a double blind date, much less a double blind date with two strangers and Oikawa Tooru, whose love/hate relationship with Kageyama confused both of them daily.

He is in no way prepared.

And he only has one friend, so… blackmail it is.

“Yachi, if you don’t help me, I will not be bringing you coffee on Tuesday.”

Yachi gasps dramatically.

She’s covering for her coworker - specifically the coworker who brings out the strongest “useless lesbian” vibes in Yachi of anyone Kageyama’s ever seen - who works the opening shift. The restaurant opens at 6am, which means Yachi has to be there at 5:30am, which means that by the time she rolls out of bed, she will not have time to make coffee before work. Especially not her favorite kind of coffee, which is made at a coffee shop near where Kageyama lives so it’s convenient for him to pick up and take to her.

If he doesn’t bring her her coffee, she’ll survive... probably. But she’ll after to drink the house coffee, or gods forbid, water.

“Fine, fine, fine. No need to threaten me. I’ll help. When is this date?”

“Oikawa said this weekend, probably Friday night.”

“Are these blind dates to both of you, or just to you?”

“Both of us.” Oh, and the panic really sets in now, and suddenly, he’s rambling. “This is going to be so bad. I’m such an idiot. I don’t know how to date, and Oikawa’s gonna make fun of me and my date’s not going to like me and the person who set this up doesn’t even know me, so the person probably will be entirely incompatible and-”

“Kageyama Tobio!” Yachi shouts, and Kageyama quiets. “You’re being ridiculous. It’s just a date. Do I need to remind you about the time that that one guy tried to convince me we were dating while we were working?”

No, she doesn’t. That whole interaction had infuriated and confused Kageyama to the point of violence, and only Yachi’s stern, unrelenting determination had allowed the douchebag to escape unscathed.

“Bad dates happen, alright? We don’t live in a rom-com. Sometimes, people aren’t compatible. More often than not, blind dates barely make good stories, much less work out perfectly. You’re going to be okay, alright? I promise.”

“What if he wants something… more?” Kageyama stutters, because he is not good at intimacy. Hell, Yachi hugged him after a game once and he actually had a panic attack because he thought he’d somehow coerced her into doing something she didn’t actually want to do, and then that he’d hurt her because he’d recoiled so hard.

It’d taken a long time for him to believe she wasn’t hurt, and hadn’t done it for any reason other than she wanted to.

He’s better at it now, because Yachi is really careful and really, really good to him, but the memory of that panic sticks with him, every time someone touches him. That surety that he has scared someone into doing something they don’t want to do.

“Kageyama Tobio, when have you ever struggled to tell anyone no?” Her voice is firm yet gentle. “You are good at letting people know when your boundaries have been crossed. You’re not as good at telling people your boundaries in advance, but you’re getting better every day. Remember, yesterday? That fan who showed up at your practice? You had to tell them no, right? Because they were invading your privacy? I heard from several of your teammates that you handled that like a champ.”

“Yeah…” He had been panicking the entire time, but he’s glad someone thought he was coherent. “What if it’s a woman?”

Kageyama is not scared of women. He is just incredibly indifferent to them in a romantic capacity, which is a shame, because they seem to be rather attracted to him. That, and he’s terrified of making a woman cry. Yachi had cried when he told her he got onto a college team and he’d nearly called the coach back to tell him he wasn’t taking the offer until she’d gotten a handle on her emotions and explained them to him.

“Oikawa Tooru would not set you up with a woman,” Yachi giggles. “He can be a jerk, but he’s not homophobic, and I guarantee he’d find more satisfaction in setting you up with someone you could potentially end up going out with again than he would setting you up for failure.”

That… that checks out. Kageyama swallows. “Yachi… I don’t know how to date!”

“It’s not that complicated,” she chuckles, her voice at its most soothing. “You don’t need to know how to date. All a date like this is, really, when you get right down to it, is a chance to make new friends and get to know people. Romance and wooing and all that nonsense comes later, right?”

“I’m not good at making friends either!”

“Breathe,” Yachi says. “Breathe, and remember. A date is just a conversation. You’re talking. Not always with words, but with choices and actions. It doesn’t have to be perfect - it just has to be real. And you’re the realest person I know.”

He shivers, but nods again. “If I text you-”

“If I get a text with the word crow in it, I’ll be calling you wailing for help in no time. I promise.”

He nods, though she can’t see it. “Okay.”

“Show up a little early - five to ten minutes. Wear your white jeans and that cable knit chunky navy blue sweater my mom made you. If you’re feeling fancy, gold earrings and that locket you found in your grandma’s attic. A little eyeliner and some mascara would also be a look, if you’re feeling up to it.”

He takes a deep breath. That is the cherry on top for what he needed from her. Clear, simple instructions that make sense, and come from someone who always dresses right for the occasion. “Okay.”

“Do not wear that dumbass watch your idiot father got you - ugly hunk of junk-” Yachi is never going to forgive his father for that, which is more comforting than he’d like to admit “- and do. Not. Use. Too. Much. Cologne. It’s a classic mistake, and easy to make when you’re nervous, but trust me. Just use your normal amount.”

“I don’t own cologne!” He yelps, and Yachi sighs in what sounds like relief.

“Perfect - don’t get any. Just don’t. Stinky dates are the worst dates. Just do what you normally do and don’t be stinky.”

He makes a mental note, and says for a third time, “Okay.”

“My last piece of advice, and this is coming from your best friend, not just someone who happens to have more dating experience. Be yourself, Kageyama. If someone doesn’t like you, then that’s their problem. You’re a good person and you’ll make a great partner to someone who deserves you.”

He swallows, not expecting such a compliment. “Thanks, Yachi.”

“Anytime. Now, do something to get your mind off this weekend. No matter how it turns out, you’re going to be fine, and I’ll be here for you.”

Kageyama scrambles to lock the stall door behind him, gasping. His heart could outrace a rabbit’s, and he isn’t sure he likes how unsteady he feels. He calls Yachi.

“What- I didn’t receive a text! What’s up? Am I having an emergency?”

“Yachi! Unexpected problem!” He whisper-shouts.

“Huh?”

“He’s… Yachi, I like him! He’s cute and small and super sweet and he’s got a great smile and he doesn’t mind if I say weird things and he plays volleyball and he got mad at Oikawa for bullying me even though Oikawa wasn’t being as mean as he is sometimes-”

“Tobio, I didn’t expect you to fall victim to gay panic.”

“Help!”

“Well, first of all, this isn’t a problem. A problem would be you suddenly developing diarrhea, or realizing you’re straight, or him not respecting your boundaries even after you make them clear. What this is, and this is me being generous, is a new experience for you. You like him! That’s good! You’re on a date!”

“But what if he doesn’t like me?!”

“Then he doesn’t like you. You’re sad for a while, and then you get over it.”

“He smells like mangoes, Yachi. He shook my hand and his grip was so strong. I could feel all of his callouses. I don’t… I don’t want to lose him.”

“You don’t even have him yet, dumbass,” Yachi laughs. “First, get back out there and keep being yourself. Don’t think about what he thinks of you. It doesn’t matter. You have a crush on someone! You’re allowed to be unsure of yourself! But if you pretend to be someone you’re not, you’re never going to make headway that matters, right? You have to be yourself.”

“I’m not…”

“You’d better be careful what you say, mister, or Muse is going to be mysteriously unavailable for the next couple weeks.”

Muse, Yachi’s cat, being unavailable would be the worst thing.

“I’m not confident.”

“You’re overthinking this, Tobio. I promise. I promise. Just… go back out there, alright? Go back out there, and breathe, and make conversation that you’re interested in. Talk about volleyball and cats and those turtles you saw at the pet store. Hell, even talk about your family reunion last month. Just… Just make it fun for you. Or ask him questions! Make him talk! You’re a really good listener!”

“Okay.”

“Okay? Now shoo! Go! Flirt and woo!”

His heart is racing, but he calls Yachi again. She answers without delay, again, because she is the best person Kageyama knows and he should really get her flowers.

“Well?” She greets.

“Yachi, he kissed my cheek and I didn’t punch him!”

A moment of silence, then, “Good? I didn’t realize punching him was on the table.”

Kageyama wilts. “I didn’t want to punch him, I just…”

Understanding seems to strike her then, and she says, “Were you worried you’d get overwhelmed?”

“Yeah,” he admits. “I didn’t… I’m just not… not good at touching. But… but he touched me! And I didn’t freak out!”

“Good,” she says. “I’m glad! Did you get his number?”

“He wouldn’t let me leave until he had it. He stole my earrings as a hostage, until I let him have my phone.”

She snorts. “Why your earrings?”

“Because he liked them best,” he says quietly. “He said they were really pretty, and made me look even more handsome.”

“Oh my gods,” Yachi squeals. “That’s adorable! Please, please tell me you’re going out again!”

“Next week.”

“YES!” A pause, then, “if it turns out he’s pranking you, Kageyama Tobio, I will absolutely kick his ass, and you can tell him that. I may be small and cute but you’re my best friend and I will not stand for you being harrassed.”

He yelps. “Hinata wouldn’t! He’s not like that! He’s… he’s really nice, Yachi. He’s funny too! And he likes to tease me, but I know he’s just teasing, and did I mention that he plays volleyball? He says he’s a middle blocker, even though he’s only barely taller than you are-”

“Good,” she says, sounding satisfied. “Don’t forget to tell him I’ve got your back though. I’m not kidding. That boy better treat you right.”

“He will,” Kageyama says with a smile. “He will.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu ficlet #~2000 words #kagehina #platonic kageyachi #kageyama and yachi are bffs #i freakin love yachi #mentioned hinata and oikawa #which is weird to type out after saying this is kagehina #oh well :)

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Why It Is Bad That We Never See Mai or Ty Lee in the Comics Deal With Their Imperialist Past

How come we never see Mai or Ty Lee deal with their imperialist past in the comics? For yeah comics!Azula is a horrible person and it is implied that Azula was never friends with Mai & Ty Lee, who where coerced subjects trying to keep their mad sovereigns (Azulon, Ozai, & Azula) happy. But I find it odd that neither no one in-universe or the narrative challenges them for their past. Like Zuko, Iroh, Piandao, Jeong Jeong, and Chey all had to confront their imperialist past before redeeming themselves despite having as good an argument, if not better, that they were being coerced or faced life threatening consequences if they didn’t comply. So what makes Mai or Ty Lee different any different? And before people say they went to prison, it was for committing treason against the Fire Nation/attacking their Princess; not for realizing the error of their ways and wanting to change.

Though in Ty Lee’s case she did say she did join the Kyoshi Warriors in order to fix a broken world in the Sisters comic so maybe Ty Lee did confront her past. But I wish we saw her time in prison so we saw her change considering she enthusiastically fought against the Kyoshi Warriors & The Gaang and mocked the Kyoshi Warriors’ style, not knowing or caring for the reason behind their makeup or dress.

However comics!Mai really hasn’t really done anything…in fact she kept from Zuko and The Gaang the fact that her father was leading the New Ozai Society until Zuko almost got killed (and was only saved by PIS and a last minute unexpected heel-face turn) and The Fire Warriors were able to kidnap around a dozen kids, including Mai’s own brother and Azula/Zuko’s half sister. And even more galling, when confronted for her treason, she has the gall tell an understandably angry Zuko that he of all people should understand how hard it is to betray your father. As if there wasn’t a difference between betraying the all powerful ruler of your country who has a cult of personality, has burned you before, can quickly fire off lethal amounts of lighting on command, and has said before he wanted to kill you versus betraying your mentally and physically weak father who rejected being integrated into the new government and seeks to put someone back in power who would likely kill you for committing treason against him.

On a sidenote, isn’t crazy that Zuko then quickly apologized and the story never brought up the topic of Mai’s treason ever again?

But getting back on track, are we being unreasonable in asking that Mai and Ty Lee confront their past or if they already did, that we actually see it on page/screen? Especially since the message sent by them not doing so is that if you turn at almost the last point possible, the people you have wronged repeatedly and the world community will instantly forgive you despite constantly engaging in imperialism (ex. fighting against the rebels in Omashu, jailing and impersonating The Kyoshi Warriors), let alone helping commit one of the biggest acts of imperialism in history (helping Azula take over Ba Sing Se)?

Also on a sidenote, I do have an on-going series where I post my thoughts on the Avatar series (this is where this post came from) so feel free to read the rest of them and comment on them.

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I absolutely agree, Anon. I also think Avatar does have a huge problem with putting people into "boxes", like the Good Guys: Zuko, Aang, Katara, Iroh, Ty Lee, Mai, Ursa, even Azulon somehow who can NEVER do or ever did anything wrong (even tho anyone with even a piece of a critical mind knows they did and are flawed human beings) and the Bad Guys: Azula, Zhao, Ozai who are entirely bad and never did anything right and are basically souless emotionless demons.

"it is implied that Azula was never friends with Mai & Ty Lee"

Tbh I feel like this point was a retcon. In the show we see Azula genuinely likes them (hugging Ty Lee, apologising to her, setting Mai up with Zuko, playing with them as kids, being genuinely hurt when they betray her) and I'd be strongly tempted to say they did too. That might just be my interpretation but I feel like Mai really was awfully bored in Omashu and she was happy Azula came to give her something to do. Same for Ty Lee, she looked happy when Azula came at the circus (before she started threatening her), and when they were playing as kids. And I don't think her constant compliments were 100% genuine, of course, she's smarter than this, but I don't believe she was completely lying to her either.

Imo, they were friends, it was just so much complicated by Azula being their commander, war, and living in an imperialistic nation.

The comics (and the last episode of the show too) don't care about that, of course. The narrative they propose is just "Mai and Ty Lee always hated and feared Azula, they had to do everything she told them and so they never have to face any consequences" even tho we know Zuko, who was actually in that situation, had to face consequences for his.

Also, Mai is a perfect New Ozai Society supporter if I've ever seen one. I'm gonna start headcanoning her as a legit villain who consciously manipulated her way to avoid consequences for her actions thanks to being the Firelord's gf and her "treason", it's fun.

«The message sent is that if you turn at almost the last point possible, the people you have wronged repeatedly will instantly forgive you.»

Preach it! Ironically enough, last-minute traitors are often forgiven injustly in real-life wars even tho they might be objectively terrible people, but I don't think the comics writers were aiming to explore this particular subject xD

#atla #azula #ty lee #mai #avatar the last airbender #submission #atla analysis #analysis #klm-zoflorr #anti mai

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Writeblr Introduction

Greetings!

I thought it was about time I put together a proper Writeblr Intro Post.

My name is Arista, or Ari, but as long as it's polite I'll answer to pretty much anything. I'm an English writer in her 30's, currently living with my cat Litha, my dog Bumble, and my mother-turned-flatmate.

I am a voracious reader, and although I dabble in writing all sorts of genres, I always seem to cycle back round to Fantasy of some sort. It's very clearly where my heart lies.

To find out more about me, please check out my About Me page on my tumblr, or shoot me an ask! I'm always open to questions, asks or tag-games.

A brief run down on my current Works in Progress can be found below the cut, along with relevant Tags, and an @-list.

If you'd like to be added to any of my lists, then please leave a message on this post.

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Stolen is the first book in the "Stolen Stories" Fantasy Romance series. The series will follow the journey of Stella Korazon as she fights to find her place in the ever turbulent world of Moryann.

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It had been a long couple of weeks for Stella Korazon.

When a simple pickpocket job goes horribly wrong and sends her entire life spinning into chaos, Stella must figure out how to navigate the treacherous world of Moryann alone.

Finding herself in the City of Antillune Stella is quickly pulled into the middle of a brewing war between two thieves guilds when a recruiter for the guild known as Vine coerces her into stealing from their rival, Guild Master Mosswolf.

Surrounded on all side by rogues, liars, spies and betrayal, it's a constant struggle to know who she should trust, but standing in the heart of it all, can she find somewhere, or someone, to call home?

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First draft complete. 32 chapters, 146k. Currently undergoing edits, and I'm working on Chapter 3 right now - Updated May 23rd 2021

Takeover is the second book in the "Stolen Stories" series. Set several months after the end of book one, the rival guild Vine is beginning to cause trouble within the City of Antillune once more, threatening the peace Stella has found within Reilly's guild.

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EFey Touched is my project for July Camp Nano 2021. It's a YA Paranormal Romance about a young Fey, Lizzy Hail who decides to leave the Fey realm for the mortal realm to find her mother, who recently went missing.

She drags along her best friend, Booker Reed, but the mortal realm isn't only home to humans, but also Vampires and their insane cousins, the Kavian. Lizzy and Booker quickly find themselves entangled in the world of the vampires, high school and budding romance, all the while still determined to track down Lizzy's mother.

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An Urban Fantasy Romance Interactive Fiction project that I work on intermittently when I need a break from the world of Stolen.

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When the demons broke into our world from their realm, and the covens joined their powers together to trap them within a single city, your training as a witch got put on the back burner.

Still, untrained though you may be, you cannot help but use your magic to assist a young woman and her son when they are being harassed by demons.

Should you walk away? Yes. Do you? No.

That decision propels you into the center of events. The woman you save is a Seraphim and the demons want her dead.

Why they are hunting all Seraphims within the city, you don't yet know, but what you do know is that the Covens are rapidly running out of time if they intend to banish the demons forever.

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piratesfromspace · 3 years

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The Nightmare (Mandalorian x Cobb Vanth x Reader)

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Cobb Vanth x Reader

Summary: Reader has a pretty awful and vivid nightmare involving Din, Cobb and them being kidnapped. Comfort ensues.

This story is part 3 of my series “A Mandalorian, a Marshal, and some complicated feelings”. You can read part 1 here: “Two saviors and some hope” and part 2 here: Five Times. I strongly advise you read them first!

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: detailed description of violence, blood, threat of sexual violence (but no actual), threat of slavery

A/N: Neutral pronouns for reader but they are perceived as feminine by the villain (no specific description of Reader's body). English is not my native language, please be kind. Fic also available on ao3.

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Part 1 Part 2

“On your knees.”

You fall on your knees on the cold steel floor of the ship. You don’t really remember how you ended up here, the only thing that you know is that the hand that pushed you down is now grabbing a fistful of your hair to have you raise your head. It’s an order more than an invitation, the pressure on your neck on the brink of becoming unbearable at any moment.

Your captor is towering above you, dark-blue skin and mean red eyes looking at you with something dark in them. You struggle against his grip, but it’s useless and you know it. Your hands are tightly bound behind your back. You’re already hurting all over, the taste of blood and despair in your mouth. He finally lets go of your hair, and your head falls limply on your chest.

“I told you I couldn’t wait to put a new chip in your brain, right? Well let’s get on with this.” You can guess the cruel smile on his face, the disturbing way he seems to be enjoying all of this way too much. “Hold her down.”

Two of his thugs grab your shoulders and upper arms, preventing you from going anywhere. You feel his own hand grab your neck, and the touch of his bare slimy skin against yours sends a chill of disgust through your whole body. The cold device bumps into your neck, just above his fingers, and as a wave of terror hits you, you feel a sharp pinch followed by an awful sensation of burn slowly spreading in your nape.

“So? Wasn’t that bad, was it?”

He removes the metallic device and lets it fall on a nearby tray with a theatrical clatter. Tears are filling your vision with the realization that all you’ve done up until now, trying to survive and build a new life for you, all of this was for nothing. You’re a prisoner again, with a freaking tracker chip stuck to your skull.

“Now, what else did I promise back in this small alley…” He circles you slowly, like a freaking loth-wolf playing with his prey before killing it - or worse .

“Oh yeah, I think I mentioned your two little friends.” He crouches in front of you, forcing you to look at his face. His pupils are blown wide, two orbs of blackness in a glowing sea of lava-red. “So I think we should welcome them then, what do you say?”

It’s like he’s speaking about actual friends, and his casualness becomes more and more terrifying as you’re living, helpless, your own demise.

With a quick move of his hand, he signals his crew and a few seconds later, the door in front of you slides open. Your jaw goes slack as you watch half a dozen of the slaver’s men bringing in the Marshal and the Mandalorian. Despite their hands bound and the chains linking their ankles, even visibly exhausted by what should have been a long and gruesome fight, the criminals are having a hard time containing them both. They are coerced into kneeling, strongly held back by your captor’s henchmen, facing you.

“No, no, no, no...” it’s a whisper at first, but it becomes a scream you cannot hold back. Through your tears, you can see the dried blood in Cobb’s beard, the mess of mud and dark unknown fluids on the rare pieces of beskar still on Din’s body. You're almost relieved to find he still has his helmet on, even though the black glass of the visor is visibly cracked.

A blue hand is suddenly splayed across your mouth and chin, shutting you up.

“Shh shh, that’s how you say hello to your friends? Not very nice!”

In a reckless reaction, you withdraw from his hold in a quick move of your head and bite his nearby fingers with all the strength left in you. He jerks back, cursing, holding his injured hand while a few droplets of blood trickle on his clothes. You don’t have the time to savor your little victory before the strength of his blow forces your face to the side. You kinda knew there was going to be a backlash, and you don’t regret it. Your cheek was already bruised anyway.

“You’ll regret this.” he growls through gritted teeth.

You hear him rummaging behind you, probably trying to swipe his hand clean from the blood on it. Good luck with that.

“Well, where were we? Oh. Right. My mark. Bring me my tool.” he snaps his fingers impatiently and one of his goons brings him what looks like a branding iron. The end of it is star-shaped, and you can see sparks running around the metallic edge, ready to burn his mark into your flesh.

You start trashing against the hands that hold you down, a vain attempt to escape what’s coming next. You’re not the only one struggling though, Cobb and Din trying to break free as well.

“Let them go!” Mando’s voice, usually steady, sounds desperate “The bounty put on my head by the Hutts, I bet it’s high enough, you don’t need to keep them. You don’t need to keep him either.” he says with a nod of his head toward Cobb. “If you free them, I’ll promise I’ll let you deliver me to whoever offers the highest reward.”

“Din, no, please...” Cobb seems to be on the verge of crying.

The Chiss seems to be gauging the offer. The smile on his face grows bigger and he finally speaks, looking thrilled.

“That’s an interesting offer, Mandalorian.” his smile changes into a mockery of a pout. “But I’m afraid I have to decline. See, I’m sure I’ll be able to get a very good price for your girlfriend here. Look, almost as pretty as a Twi’Lek! She’s worth some credits for sure... even more so if I trade her as a pleasure slave.” He says this part with a nasty grin, deliberately taunting the men who were supposed to protect you, like you weren’t even there. For him it’s not about you, it’s about getting revenge for that one time they freed you. You’re just a pawn in his little game. Anger joins the atrocious cocktails of emotions you’re already feeling. Of course, both Din and Cobb battle against their shackles and the men trying to contain them, letting out threats you all know they can’t follow up on.

“Enough of this.” The Chiss barks. “Now before we begin, one more thing, Mandalorian. I would not want for you to miss anything because of a broken visor.” He turns to the two guards in the back of the room. “Remove his helmet.”

You shriek, and as unholy hands grab the beskar, you close your eyes. Cobb’s yelling is breaking your heart, you hear metal clatters, fabric being ripped, the muffled thud of a blow in the gut. You squeeze your eyes even harder, you don’t want to know what’s really happening, don’t want to see Din’s face, not like this. Of course you had already imagined seeing what he looked like, but on his own terms, when and if he wanted to, not forced by some evil brute.

“Oh come on, open your eyes woman, I’m sure you want to see.” You shake your head. Your captor starts losing patience. “Open your eyes, or you won’t have any left” he threatens, his fist grabbing your hair again.

“Did you hear what I said?”

He tugs so painfully at your scalp, you’re so scared, you’re so lost, you finally give up and open your eyes. Your vision is blurry but your gaze falls immediately on Din’s face. He’s handsome despite the sweat and the dark traces of blood smearing his face, features almost like you had imagined them. He’s looking at the floor, livid, and you can’t even fathom the hurt and the shame of the humiliation to be exposed like this, on top of being unable to prevent both of his lovers from getting hurt.

“Yoo too, look at him!” Your tormentor is next to Cobb now, almost strangling him, trying to make him follow his order. The Marshal makes a series of desperate noises, gasping for air, eyes still squeezed shut.

“Stop it, please! Please...” The distress in Din’s voice is gut-wrenching. It’s the first time you hear him plead for mercy.

“It’s okay, Cobb, do as he says, it’s okay, I swear.” Cobb probably knows it’s not okay, and that the reassuring words are nothing but a way for Mando to try stopping the arm done to him. But he has no choice than to listen and he finally looks at him.

You can read the word sorry on Cobb’s lips when his eyes meet Din’s.

“You all are a bit stubborn, for Maker’s sake.” Your captor looks slightly upset. “But we’re not done yet.” He comes back behind you, and takes his branding tool while the guards holding you slice open the back of your shirt with a vibroblade. You can hear the device buzz to life behind the protests of your two beloved and the voice of the Chiss.

“You better stay still for your own sake.”

You can’t think of a reply because the tip of the iron touches your skin, just next to your right shoulder blade, and the pain eats away all your thoughts. It hurts like hell and more. You try to squirm away from the device in a gut-reaction. But it’s worse. You want to scream but there is not enough air into your lungs and it feels like you can’t take any more breaths. Your vision is filled with dark spots and you’re sure you’re gonna faint any second.

That’s when you wake up.

With a small gasp, drenched in sweat, out of breath. The room is dark and quiet. You silently slip out of the bed, heading for the refresher and trying not to disturb the two men peacefully sleeping next to you.

You put your head under the faucet, letting the cold water run on your face, fingers rubbing your skin, like you’re trying to erase the memories of the nightmare.

Kriff, what is wrong with me?

There is a soft knock on the door.

“You ok sweetheart?” Cobb’s voice is still hoarse with sleep.

You let the door slide open to reveal your Marshal, tall and handsome with his messy grey hair. The familiar figure warms your mood more than you expected.

“Just a nightmare.”

“Like the usual ones?”

“Not… really.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

“Mmm” it’s not a yes, neither a no.

“Want to go back to bed?” he tries tentatively.

“I don’t think I can sleep right now. The suns are gonna start rising anyway.”

“Yeah, I’m not sleepy either.” you know it’s a blatant lie because Cobb had been yawning non-stop since the beginning of your conversation.

“I’ll go make us some caf. And then we can even watch the sunrise if you’d like.” He adds with a kind smile. You appreciate the offer nonetheless.

“Join me when you want, honey.” he turns his heels to leave but you stop him in his way.

“Cobb?”

“Yes?”

“Can I have a hug?”

He lets out a chuckle and takes you in his arms. You melt into the warmth of his body, your head resting on the solid plane of his chest. He leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead before heading to the kitchen.

When you join him, he’s already on the small deck in front of his house, and he hands you a steaming mug of sugary caf. You sit on the bench, next to him, and he wraps an arm around you, his hand resting on your waist. You sip on the hot drink, tongue almost burning, letting it ground you in the moment. The air is just warm, not as cold as during the night, not yet as scorching as during the day. The two suns are lazily rising above the horizon, the sky all sorts of pinkish colors.

“You know, this nightmare, it was… It felt so real.”

He hums in approbation, doesn’t want to interrupt you.

“Remember when I told you what he said that night in Mos Eisley?”

No more details are needed for him to understand who and what you’re talking about.

“Well, everything he said… it happened in my nightmare. He captured me. And you, and Din.”

“Hey, it’s over now, ‘was just a bad dream. I won’t let anyone hurt the people I love, I promise.”

He tucks you closer against him and you know he means it. You clear your throat, hesitant to go on.

“The worst wasn’t the pain, wasn’t even when he mentioned he would sell me to a brothel or something, it was when he removed Din’s helmet and he forced us to watch.”

You needed to let this detail out of your system. You leave out the part involving a star-shaped mark, at least for now, because you know Cobb is wearing one on his back and you don't want to bring back more bad memories.

Cobb’s fingers are clenching against your hips. He sighs.

“I’m sorry you had to experience this, love. I know how dreams can seem so vivid, it’s legit traumatizing. Please wake me up next time, I don’t care if I’m having the best sleep of my life, I want you to feel safe, always. I’ll do anything you need me to.”

“I know.” you whisper, letting your head fall on his shoulder.

You take another sip of the delicious liquid out of your cup, and as the light of the two suns is slowly casting the streets of Mos Pelgo into an orange glow, warming up the sand and your skin, you feel like the shadow of your nightmare is finally retreating, burnt away by the new dawn.

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i know, and i love you | spencer reid

→ summary: nightmares haunt reid late at night. nothing is supposed to be there for him. he is supposed to be alone, but you’d never let that happen. → warnings: mentions of drugs, death, blood, and overall sadness → word count: 3.2k → a/n: i just got to the episodes where reid’s in prison n then i just rly rly wanted to write a post-prison!reid fic :’’)) // ALSO the formatting of this fic is kind of strange, the italics are spencer telling the story jic anyone gets confused !!

Blood. Delgado’s blood. Cat’s cloying smirk. The cut from the knife that killed Nadie Ramos. Everything blurs together. Spencer relives each memory and he is brought back to each cognitive interview he suffered through. He feels his hands squeezing Cat’s neck, JJ’s voice had sounded behind him, but all he can hear is the blood pounding in his ears. The sensation of her skin under his fingers, hands digging into her throat floods him with both terror and satisfaction. Pain courses through his thigh as he remembers the shiv that he coerced Shaw to stab him with.

Agony and fear pull him from his nightmare as he bolts up in bed next to you. The covers fly up, allowing a cool gust of air to wash over your body. His ragged breathing is the first thing your hear when you wake. Beside you, Spencer’s chest heaves as he tries to slow the memories traveling through his mind. He still sees the blood, still feels the pain, still experiences the trauma. His own words ring in the quietude of the early morning; they take over his being to the point where he can just barely feel the pressure of your hand on his shoulder. “Because you and I ... we deserve each other. That is the real secret.” Spencer wants to rip out his vocal chords and scrub them down with lye soap; he said those words, they came from his lips and he couldn’t feel worse about them.

“Her ... It was her again,” Spencer’s voice is hoarse as it rides on the thick atmosphere of your small bedroom. You know he has more to say—you can feel it. “No—it was everything. I saw everything. Mexico, Lindsey, Cat, my ...” he trails off into nothingness, but you can tell what he was about to say. His mom. “[Y/N], I ... I told her that we deserved each other, and—and it’s true. You’re so much better than me in every way; you’re sweet and kind and strong, and I’m just a little kid who still has nightmares.”

The bed shakes as you stand up on top of it, stepping over Spencer’s legs to be able to sit crisscross in front of him. As you plop down, bed springs creak. Darkness envelopes Spencer’s hunched over form, but you can see him as clear as day. Reaching out, you place your hands atop his, encouraging him to meet your gaze. “Spence—look at me,” the command is solid, reassuring, “you need to stop and breathe, okay? Sit up straight and take deep breaths with me. It’ll help, I promise. Then, we can get up and talk about it over coffee, sound good?” His eyes dart around the room once before the tension in his shoulders dissipates little by little.

“[Y/N], I-I’m not sure I want to talk about it.” Sympathy is painted on your features as you give his hands a tight squeeze. Shaking your head, you purse your lips, attempting to hold back tears threatening to fall while you’re in the presence of his pitiful state. His upper body moves with each inhale and exhale cycle. In. Out. In. Out. Routine, structure, necessity.

“I know, Spence, but you know what happens when you hold things in. Eventually, it eats away at you. I’m sorry, but I’m gonna put a pot on, you’re gonna join me in the kitchen, and we’re finally gonna talk through this.” He shivers, letting you stand and lead him out of your shared bedroom. Light switches are passed by as you navigate through the inky corridors—the only illumination being the moon’s tender glow. “I talked to Will a couple weeks after JJ had gotten home from that child abduction case in LA a couple months ago. He told me that he just sat there and let her vent to him, so that’s what we’re gonna do, okay? You are gonna tell me—word for word, memory for memory—what happened. In Mexico, in prison, in your mind. Spence, you’ve been through hell and back—and, yes, I know that you’re taking a mandated break every thirty days and that you’ve been through counselling—but you deserve to be able to talk to someone who doesn’t have a solution, or methods, or anything like that. Just please, let me listen.”

With a sigh and a hesitant nod, Spencer takes a seat across from you at the island in your small kitchen. He presses the heel of his palm into his right eye, trying to push away the warped reality that his vision presents. Even being awake doesn’t keep the nightmares at bay; in his life, he doesn’t think he’ll ever go a day without looking over his shoulder, although the hope is always there, buried deep inside of him. The sound of ceramic sliding against the wood marble counter top breaks the quietude, and he forces himself to meet your hazy stare.

“Well,” he begins, taking a sip of the sugary drink, “I guess I’ll start with getting off of the prison bus ...”

Spencer’s breathing sped up as he stood in line with the other prisoners. Each bellow of another person’s name sent shudders down his spine. He could feel his heart beating in his throat; the harsh thrumming sensation made him think he was going to throw up. A shout of his last name pulled him from his stupor, but when he was thrown back into the line, his heart seemed to stop. There was no longer any noise. He couldn’t hear anything—no names, no yelling, nothing.

He trudged behind the others, the shackles around his wrists and ankles feeling more like weights than intended. The bright orange of their uniforms burned his eyes, but there didn’t seem to be anything else to look at. Cool air sliced through the fabric like a hunting knife gutting a fish. He felt the laser-like stares of guards boring into his back. Every step he took sent a pang of torment through his body, and before he knew it, he had changed, showered, and ended up in the dorm.

The box of his things was gone. Terror coursed through his veins as three inmates surrounded him. “It’s party time,” one of them had said. His voice ached from the muffled screams that begged to be released. And it wasn’t until he was being held with a shiv pointed at his eye that the severity of the situation hit him. Thoughts of you, your smile, the way you would hold him after an awful case—everything came flooding back to him. Although he didn’t clamp his eyes shut, he prayed to anything that would listen to allow him to live to see you again.

“Back off,” a voice sounded from the outskirts of the dark bathroom, “back off, now.” Relief spread through his body, seeping into the deepest parts of him. Looking at the man shrouded in shadow, he does what he’s told and leaves as quickly as he arrived. Gratitude. That was the only emotion evident in Spencer when he finally lets himself fall into the arms of sleep.

“Okay, okay, whoa,” your voice tugs him from his explanation, “slow down, Spencer.” Reaching up to his face, he feels the wetness drenching his cheeks. Tears, he realizes. He’s crying. “Spence, honey, this can be enough for tonight if you want. We don’t have to keep going.” Grasping his hand from your spot across from him, you attempt to bring him back to reality. With a shake of his head, you’re given an answer and he launches into yet another prison anecdote. You present him with a tissue and he refuses.

“What’s the point if more tears are just around the corner?” A weak laugh escapes his lips as you lift his hand up to cup your cheek and press firm kisses into his palm. “Let’s keep going,” he says with a somewhat forced smile, “I won’t be able to go back to sleep now, anyways.”

Back. Reid was back and working with Delgado in the laundry room. The white sheets and smell of detergent overwhelmed his senses with the feeling of the countless hotels he’d stayed in for work. But, by God, he’d never let that slip in here. If Spencer had, he would’ve been beaten to a pulp before Calvin could tell the prisoners not to.

His mind wandered as he folded blanket after blanket. It went back to Mexico, going over Nadie Ramos’ death again and again. Spencer was so deep in his daydreaming that he didn’t hear the first call directed at him. And, it wasn’t until a distinct thud pulled him from his thoughts did he realize that Delgado was being gripped in a choke hold, a shiv pointed at the side of his neck. Spencer would never forget the look of panic on his face, in his heart—it vaguely reminded him Ryan Phillips, the first boy he couldn’t save. He tried to shout, to yell, to save his only friend behind bars, but it was to no avail.

Luis coughed, blood dripping steadily from the slit in his throat. Spencer shook off the gang member that held him and rushed towards the man with a towel in hand. He repeated the same words over and over like a mantra.—it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. Eventually, he wasn’t able to tell if he was saying it to comfort Delgado or himself. “Help!” He screamed, but no one seemed to hear him. He was alone with a corpse, with Luis’ face having paled to match the cold gray of the laundry room floor.

Days after, he was still waking up in a cold sweat, the image of the viscid, red liquid haunting him more than it had ever done before. Everything was getting worse—his paranoia, his nightmares, his chances of being freed. His thoughts were becoming consumed with murder after murder, but the more his mind raced, the more comfortable the thought of hurting people grew. And so, he poisoned the drugs he was supposed to push—Frazier and his gang deserved a taste of their own medicine. He caused people agony on purpose, and he didn’t feel bad. He liked it.

“I liked it, [Y/N]! I liked it—I liked hurting those people!” His voice is rising, to be honest, it scares you to see him like this, but you’d never let him know that. Spencer stands swiftly, and the sound of the chair scraping against your tile floor makes you jump. He darts to the bathroom with a hand covering his mouth. However, before he can turn completely away from you, you’re able to see the fear in his eyes. It’s obvious to you now that despite being free, he’s never truly left the Milburn Correctional Facility. The darkness that surrounds his past hit you with the force of a thousand elephants as you follow him through the dark corridors of your apartment.

The bathroom door is closed, locked. Pressing your back into the wood, you slide down and hug your legs into your chest. On the other side, Spencer retches into the toilet bowl, his knuckles white from the grip he has on the porcelain. Turning around, you cross your legs and rest your forehead on the board. “Spence,” you say, loud enough for him to hear you, but still soft enough to be tender, “please. What can I do to help? How can I—.”

The door swings open, but your lover is still hunched over the bowl of the toilet, looking solemnly into the water. He reaches up the press the handle, but his hand slips away, laying limply beside him. The sight of him is pitiful; he looks so weak, so frail. It seems that one touch would break him into a million pieces. Spencer glances at you, but his expression is blank, void, even as tears are welling up in his eyes. “Spence,” you’re still, sitting on the other side of the visible threshold, “I-I’m so sorry. This is all my fault, I shouldn’t have made you talk about it if you didn’t want to. Oh God, I’m sorry. You obviously weren’t ready to go through it again, and I pushed you anyway.” While you’re rambling, he turns away from the toilet to face you. He’s staring into you, at your heart, your soul, your mind.

“It’s okay,” he mumbles, wiping the back of his hand over his lips, “I would’ve woken you up again if we hadn’t talked.” It’s your turn to cry. He watches you carefully, slowly beginning to feel again. A tingling replaces the emptiness that once occupied his body.

“Spencer, that doesn’t matter, and it’s not okay. I’m supposed to know when enough is enough. I’m supposed to love you and care for you, and now, I’ve dredged up your past. I literally made you throw up, Spencer. I’m sorry.” You move closer to him cautiously, eyeing his movement to see if he wanted you to stop. “I’m so sorry. For everything, love. For Mexico, your mom, Luis.”

Your words cause him to scramble away from you, his back hitting the wall of the bathtub with a soft thump. Burying his face in his hands, he claws at the crown of his head and he cries. Sobs rack his body as he folds into himself, his arms clutching at his stomach. Your heart aches as you watch him fall apart piece by piece, but you make no effort to stop him, to console him. Spencer’s face grows crimson, the force of his undeniable anguish stealing away his breath. Rocking back and forth, he attempts to calm down. He recalls your instructions from earlier in the morning about breathing, and he follows them. In. Out. In. Out. InOutInOutInOut. As he’s doing the simple exercise, Spencer registers the feeling of your worried gaze resting on him. It doesn’t make him uncomfortable, like it does when other people stare at him—it makes him even more sad.

His body trembles from the physical exertion it was put through, and he lets his head drop between his knees. “[Y/N].” The broken sound of your name falling from his lips evokes a pang of hurt in your stomach, “I’m so scared.” Your lip quivers at his statement. His voice is so small, yet so sure. Spencer is afraid, terrified even. “I’m scared of using again. I thought about Dilaudid almost every night in prison. But, you know what crushed me? It was the thought of losing you, [Y/N]. I was so afraid of you not being there when I got out that I refused to let you see me at my ... at my worst,” his composure waivers, “But, in reality, I ... have no idea what I would do if I didn’t have you.” He takes a sharp inhale, and it’s clear that the sudden monologue had sucked away any energy that he had left.

“Spencer,” you mumble through tears, “can I—can I touch you? Is that okay?” When your husband nods, you shuffle towards his weak frame slumped against the tub. Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, you reach to the other side of his face and gently push so that his head rests on your shoulder. Both of you stare not at each other, but into the abyss that is your bedroom. The sun peeks through the blinds, a pale gold replacing the white moonlight that once reigned. “Spence?” You ask, not particularly looking for him to answer, “You know you’ll never lose me, right?”

As his mind ponders the simplicity of your question, he drifts back to one of the best days of his life.

Cold air nipped at his nose, the sight of Garcia and Luke racing towards him from a black van flooded him with relief. But, something was missing. You were missing. Noticing his relentless searching, JJ placed a hand on his shoulder, as if to tell him not to worry. “[Y/N]’s waiting at the office, Spence. Emily is with her, they’re going over the details of the case. She ... she said that when she sees you, she might explode.” Disappointment coursed through Spencer’s veins, as he climbed into the back of one of the SUVs, but he kept it well hidden.

Soon enough, Spencer realized the way to his old apartment that Cassie and his mother had been staying in. Before everything with Diana had even happened, Spencer was moving into your apartment, closer to Quantico. But, the process had come to a halt because of the personal issues that would only worsen when combined with the stress of moving. He had apologized over and over again, and you had reassured him that none of it was his fault, or his mother’s for that matter. You made sure that he knew that you loved both of them and would do anything you could to help.

“Okay, Spence,” JJ’s voice ripped him from his memory, “you gotta focus now. We’re gonna head into your apartment to get changes of clothes and things like that, but you also need to look for things that could give us new information about where your mom is.” He nods while lifting up the caution tape stretched across his door frame. Truthfully, only half of his mind was focused on finding clues—the other was occupied by thoughts of you. Your face, your smile, the way you used to hug him. He wondered—would you still hug him like that?

He walked alongside JJ, Garcia, and Luke, entering the elevator and riding it up to the BAU’s floor. Spencer’s heart raced; his nerves were obvious because of the way he drummed his fingers on his thigh. Then, time itself stopped. The elevator doors slid open, revealing you, clutching desperately onto Emily and Rossi’s hands.

“Go get her, Reid,” Luke’s words echoed in the back of his mind as he rushed through the doors to collect you in his arms. His hands were splayed against your back, attempting to hold all of you at once. The slight pressure of your hand on the back of his head, rubbing gently into his scalp sent him to Heaven. Spencer inhales deeply, taking in the comforting scent of old books, laundry detergent, and a hint of vanilla. Separating from him, you cupped his cheeks and pulled your lips down to his. It was a kiss that he would replay well into the future. The supple feeling of your mouth moving against his made his whole body light up. He was on fire, passion and yearning seeping into the deepest parts of his body.

At this point, the team had returned to the case. However, you two were far too enraptured with immense longing to notice. Finally breaking the kiss, Spencer pressed his forehead to yours, your breath mingling with his in the best way possible. Words were unnecessary because, as a wise woman once said, “love is a world of its own that lives in the heart, not in the head.”

Your question plays on a loop in Spencer’s head. You know you’ll never lose me, right? You know you’ll never lose me, right? You know you’ll never lose me, right? He knows—of course he knows. He’ll never forget it. But, it isn’t until you ask it again that he gives you an answer.

“Spencer? You know that, right?”

“I know, [Y/N].” The pause he takes is to let the absolute truth of his statement set in. “I know.” He says it like its a mantra, a spell that will keep him safe until the end of time. “I know.” Again and again and again, his words fill the emptiness of that bathroom with warmth, despite the tears drying on his cheeks.

“I know, and I love you.”

#mine #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #cat adams #david rossi #emily prentiss #matt simmons #tara lewis

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tenshiscientia · 3 years

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This is part of a story that I'm writing, but it's going to be a long ass time before I can get the full thing posted on here, so I thought I'd put a tease of a fight scene out. (Due to this being a dream of one of the characters, certain people are TOTALLY NOT acting like they should be.) Also a number of trigger warnings. Character death, mention of torture, violence, slightly graphic violence (we're gonna call this R rated peeps)

Also imo I suck at fight scenes, but hey read at your own risk!

Genesis opened his eyes to find himself in a large, well lit room. His azure eyes scanned around and noted Hojo standing in front of several people talking to them.

'That's not right, Hojo's dead...' he thought to himself.

He then realized who he was talking to. It was his two best friends Angeal and Sephiroth, along with Zack. Although there were others Genesis didn't know, but they all had silver hair just like Sephiroth. Perhaps they were related to him in some way...

'No that's not possible, Sephiroth has no family relations. He's all alone.' Genesis told himself.

Hojo turned around and noticed Genesis.

"Well, well, Rhapsodos. It's so nice of you to join us. We all were waiting for you, weren't we, gentlemen?" Hojo sneered at him.

"Angeal, Sephiroth, Zack...why are you working with him?" Genesis asked, greatly confused.

Hojo laughed a high, annoying, nasally laugh.

"They've told me that they are tired of your constant complaining, and I told them that I could help stop that. By the way what do you think of my newest creations?" Hojo asked, waving his hand at the three silver haired boys.

Genesis looked over at them. The youngest looked at him and flicked some hair out from in front of his eyes.

"Names Kadaj." he said flatly, then looked away, obviously bored.

The second oldest turned around from playing with something and flicked shoulder-blade length silver hair over his black clad shoulder.

"Yazoo." he purred silkily.

The oldest and most burly looked up from sitting on the floor and chuckled deeply.

"Loz." was all he said.

Hojo cackled madly.

"Very good. You see Rhapsodos, to come up with these creations of mine, I had to do a lot of work. Genetically modifying cells to match and become compatible with a certain others. For you see, these creations are clones of Sephiroth!" he said triumphantly, madness glittering in his eyes.

A shocked look firmly settled itself into place on Genesis' face as he looked over at Sephiroth.

"Sephiroth, why did you let him do that to you? I know for a fact you would never willingly allow that to happen. Did he drug you to coerce you into allowing him to do it?" Genesis asked, appalled at what he had just heard.

"No drugs, Genesis..." Sephiroth replied, "...I've always wanted a sparring partner that could challenge me. And while you and Angeal do push me slightly, it's not enough. So Hojo told me that he could create a sparring partner that would keep me working if I helped him. And low and behold, he delivers three sparring partners that can keep me busy when we spar."

Hurt crossed Genesis' face as he heard those words.

"Poor Rhapsodos. No longer needed. But wait! She might need you..." Hojo cackled, gesturing over to where Yazoo was standing.

The young teen looked over his shoulder then stepped to the side, revealing someone chained up, hanging against the wall. Taking a better look at the person, he realized who it was.

"Ami!" he yelled, then rounded on back on Hojo, "Why do you have her chained up like that?"

Yazoo laughed and Genesis' attention was drawn back to him and Amaterasu. Taking better notice of Amaterasu's state, he realized her clothes were shredded and barely hanging on her body. She was also riddled with cuts and horrible bruises. They had obviously been torturing her. Her usual bright auburn hair was dark with the blood that saturated it.

Yazoo moved back over to Amaterasu and lifted her head so Genesis could see her face and he noted that not even that had been spared from the beatings. Then with sadistic pleasure on his face, Yazoo wrenched Amaterasu's head towards him and crashed his lips hard against hers in a brutal kiss. Amaterasu didn't fight against him, didn't move at all, as if she had given up on getting away. Yazoo pulled away from Amaterasu with satisfaction plastered on his face. Sephiroth looked up from his place a little ways away and smiled.

"Excellent Yazoo. She's not fighting back anymore. You've finally broken her spirit. Very impressive." he laughed.

Yazoo smiled and threw a "thank you" in his direction. Hot rage coursed through Genesis' veins and he called Rapier to his hand and flew forward at all of them. Suddenly, there was a loud crack, and Genesis stopped in his tracks, a bullet hole where his next footstep would have been. Genesis studied the bullet in the ground for a second then looked up to see where it had come from. He noticed the one named Yazoo with a gun in his hand.

Yazoo waved the gun back and forth in the air carelessly for a moment, teasing Genesis. Then he lowered the gun to the side of Amaterasu's head.

"Now if I were you, Rhapsodos, I wouldn't come any closer, or I'll blow her brains out all over the wall." he threatened.

Genesis held his ground and glared at Yazoo. Everyone else laughed at him. Zack then decided to come forward and fight him.

"If you can beat me, You will be one step closer to saving Amaterasu. Although it's not like you''re going to make it." he said, raising the training sword all SOLDIERs were given when they joined, in a threatening manner.

"I don't want to fight you, Zack. We don't need to fight." Genesis replied.

Zack laughed, "Oh yes we do!"

He then charged at Genesis his sword held high, and brought it down in a overhead strike. Genesis brought up Rapier to block it, then kicked Zack in the stomach, sending him flying backwards. Genesis perused him, but Zack was back up onto his feet in seconds and met Genesis' strike and tried to sweep Genesis' feet out from under him by dropping to the ground and swiping his leg towards Genesis' feet. Genesis saw what he was doing and jumped over his leg and landed. Zack used the momentum to spin himself back up so he was standing again.

He brought his sword up in the air in a lower slash and Genesis leaned backwards to avoid it and charged a fireball in his hand. Releasing it, the fireball engulfed Zack's hand and he quickly dropped his sword with a loud cry. Genesis saw his opening and even though he didn't want to do it, he knew he had to. Genesis lunged forward and slashed his sword, and a large gash appeared in Zack's throat. Zack's eyes grew wide as the burn on his hand was forgotten and his hands rose to his throat.

He tried in vain to stem the bleeding, but it was no use and he quickly bled out, the life leaving his eyes as his body bonelessly hit the ground. Genesis slowly walked to him and kneeled down. He ran his hand over Zack's face, gently closing his wide open eyes before picking the boy up and walking him over to the wall far away from the others. Gently propping him up against the wall, Genesis ruffled his black spikes softly.

"Sorry, pup..." he whispered softly, "...I didn't want to do it, but you left me little choice, I have to save Amaterasu..."

Sea foam green swirls began to surround Zack's body.

"May the Goddess keep you safe pup..." Genesis whispered softly.

He watched Zack's body disappear and noticed a single tear run down the boys cheek just before he fully disappeared. The hand not holding Rapier clenched into a fist. That boy still had so much more to live for, so much more of a life to live. And he had been forced to cut it short. Genesis stood and turned back to the others.

Angeal stood and gave a large stretch, before reaching over beside him and picking up the large and heavy Buster sword. Propping it on his shoulder, he walked out in front of the others and raised his hand palm up then made a "come here" sign with two of his finger. That has always been the motion that he and Genesis had used to mark the start of their fights. However Genesis did not return the gesture and charge toward him. He simply shook his head and lowered Rapier, showing he wasn't going to fight him.

Angeal made a annoyed noise, then chuckled darkly, "Fine, if you won't come for me, then I'll come for you."

He shot forward, surprisingly fast and agile for a man of his size and stature as well as the weapon he carried with him. Once Angeal reached Genesis, he brought the Buster sword up over his head, like it weighed no more than a feather, and brought it down hard. Not wanting to face the brute force and power behind that attack, Genesis dodged to the side, quickly dancing out of the way of the heavy blade.

"Angeal, stop this. I don't want to fight you. I need your help to get Ami out of here. Hojo has poisoned Sephiroth's mind. I know I killed the puppy, and I'm sorry about that. But he gave me no choice. Hojo must have poisoned his mind too..." Genesis dove onto the ground and rolled to the left then back up onto his feet.

"Zackery doesn't matter to me. If he was a true SOLDIER, he would have been able to hold his own against you. He was 1st class material, he just hadn't been promoted or gotten the Mako yet. He's better off dead." Angeal growled, making another slash at Genesis.

This one Genesis blocked. It was one thing to say that a SOLDIER was weak or inexperienced. But to say they were better off dead because of that inexperience was unacceptable. This was not his friend Angeal, and Genesis knew that now. He no longer had any qualms about fighting him.

Pulling Rapier back, he lashed it forward with as much power as he could. Angeal was not expecting the strength of the retaliation and was momentarily stunned. After stumbling back a couple of steps, he grinned and lept back into the battle. He swung the Buster sword at Genesis' stomach, and Genesis launched himself into the air, landed with his hand firmly on the Buster sword, then launched himself even higher. As he came down, Genesis swung Rapier in a two handed strike and Angeal's head was cut cleanly from his shoulders.

Genesis landed in a crouch on the ground and not a second later, Angeal's head landed behind him. Genesis turned and looked at the head.

"You always spoke of honor, dreams, and pride Angeal. It was Zack's dream to become a 1st like his mentor, like you. And you always spoke of him with such pride because he was your best student. But then you go and dishonor him by saying that he was so weak that he was better off dead. Where is your honor, Angeal?

I certainly don't see it. Zack was a hard working young man. Yes, he had a bad tendency to get in trouble and play some bad pranks. But when Ami entered into our lives, he took top her like an older brother would to a sister. She never would have been able to learn how to get around the halls of the ShinRa building without him. Don't you remember.

She's been working hard and he asked to help out and that's what she wanted help with. Zack was an honorable young man, and you threw that away along with his life." he hissed.

There was clapping from over where Amaterasu was chained and Genesis looked there. Sephiroth was clapping his gloved hands together with a mocking smile on his face.

"A beautiful speech Genesis. Too bad he couldn't hear it. You already killed him and he's halfway to the Life Stream now." he laughed, pointing at Angeal's body.

Genesis looked down at where Angeal's body was to see the last swirls of sea foam fading away.

"Shut it Sephiroth. You have no more honor than he did..." Genesis snapped, his gaze locking on him once more.

"Oh, ho, so now you're the one preaching about honor. Please, spare me. I don't need a lesson in honor from you." Sephiroth chuckled.

"Maybe you do, considering you're letting Hojo control you. All because of the promise for a better sparring partner. You know you could have asked me to try and push you harder. How do you know that I haven't holding back. That I don't have something that could have challenged you more?" Genesis spat back.

Sephiroth shook his head as he pushed off the wall and summoned Masumune to his hand.

"I know you Genesis. I know how you fight. You always go all out and you never hold back. That's why I know you haven't been holding back." Sephiroth practically grinned, "Now come and let me kill you so that I can start sparring with some actual adversaries."

Sephiroth raised Masumune over his left shoulder and darted forward. Genesis barely blocked the thrust, then twirled to the side.

'Sephiroth is faster than he normally is. Did Hojo give him something to help him fight?' Genesis asked himself, blocking another stab from Masumune.

Dashing to the left, he tried to get behind Sephiroth to attack him, but at the last second, Sephiroth spun around and blocked the attack and launched one of his own. Genesis dodged to the side, but was unable to fully get away from the attack. He lifted his hand to his upper arm and checked it. The leather had been split open and a line of blood rested just under the cut leather.

"First blood Genesis, just like always." Sephiroth laughed.

Genesis just glared at him darkly.

"My coat, you ass!" Genesis hissed.

"Oh so what, your precious leather duster got a cut in it. Whatever shall we do?" Sephiroth taunted him, trying to get him to lose his cool.

A warrior who doesn't keep their cool while they fight will make mistakes, and mistakes can cost a warrior their life. Genesis realized what Sephiroth was trying to do and pushed the fact that that his duster got cut out of his mind. His first priority was to defeat and kill Sephiroth, as it seemed it was the only way to win. Then to get past Sephiroth's three clones. Then get past Hojo.

Then get Ami and himself out of here. Turning his thoughts back to Sephiroth, he twisted away just before Masumune would have sliced into his throat. Dropping down, Genesis kicked Sephiroth in the stomach, then rolled backwards as Masumune stabbed down where he had just been crouching. Stumbling a little from the momentum he created he created when he rolled backwards, Genesis made it back to his feet and slashed at Sephiroth. A chunk of silver hair fluttered to the ground between them as Genesis pulled Rapier back.

Sephiroth reached up and fingered the shortened the chunk of hair then glared at Genesis.

"Low blow, Genesis, low blow." he growled at him.

"Aw, the Great Silver Demon of Wutai lost a piece of his precious, pretty silver hair! Oh no, the world is going to end!" Genesis mocked him, trying to use the same tactic Sephiroth had used on him.

It seemed to work as Sephiroth let out a yell and charged him. Dodging nimbly out of the way, Genesis smiled at the job he had done. It was Sephiroth himself that always said to keep a level head in battle. However, when it came to Sephiroth's hair, everything went out the door. Sephiroth was not a vain man by any means, but his hair meant a lot to him.

It was his only way to rebel against the control that Hojo had over him. Genesis dodged another sloppy lunge from Sephiroth. This time, Genesis stuck his foot out and tripped Sephiroth as he went by. Sephiroth's foot caught Genesis' and he went down face first into the floor, his hair fanning out around him. Genesis knew better than to laugh at him.

Sephiroth was well enough pissed as it was, he didn't need to do anything more. He prepared himself for Sephiroth's next attack. Genesis knew when Sephiroth became angry he also fought irrationally. Sephiroth levered himself off the floor and turned to face Genesis.

"You're going to regret that!" he growled raising Masumune again and charging him once more.

Sephiroth must have been beyond furious to have left the openings that Genesis noticed. He charged a powerful fireball, considering Sephiroth had a high tolerance to magic and fired it at his right hip. Masumune dipped down to block it and diffuse it and then Rapier lashed out and the right shoulder guard to Sephiroth's coat was missing and he had a deep gash in that shoulder, rendering that arm useless. Sephiroth jumped back away from the battle hissing and holding his shoulder.

"Nice hit, Rhapsodos. It's been a while since anyone has been able to wound me. Maybe you are a bit more of a challenge than I thought you were." he laughed.

Genesis gave a hollow laugh.

"I told you that I've been holding back. I didn't want to truly hurt you or Angeal, so I've been stopping myself." he said.

Sephiroth released his shoulder.

"Well then, no more holding back. Doesn't matter that I've been injured. Come at me full force. Even if it kills me, Rhapsodos. I want to see what you're made of. What you can really do." Sephiroth laughed loudly.

Genesis hung his head and whispered something.

"What was that, Rhapsodos?" Sephiroth asked.

"I said, if I do that then I'll end up killing you. But it seems I have no choice. If I want to get Ami out of here, I have to get rid of all of you..." Genesis clarified, "...Then so be it. I'll kill all of you. Even if it means Ami might not be happy with me for it. At least she'll be out of here and away from Hojo's clutches once more. She'll be free once more, like she deserves to be."

Genesis brought Rapier up in front of him so that the blade was flat in front of his face, the blue piece of Materia even with his eyes.

"I'm sorry Sephiroth..." he whispered.

Lowering the blade, he charged forward. Sephiroth readied himself for the coming assault, but just as Genesis reached him and Sephiroth brought Masumune down on his head, Genesis disappeared, leaving only his leather duster behind. Sephiroth looked around in confusion, trying to figure out where Genesis had gone. Turning around, Sephiroth was about to call out a taunt when Genesis appeared in front of him. Genesis grabbed the hilt of Masumune and yanked it out of Sephiroth's hands.

This put him off balance, pitching him forward. Genesis dropped Masumune and slashed with Rapier. Blood sprayed on the ground in front of him from Sephiroth's throat. Genesis sent Rapier away and caught Sephiroth as he fell. He gently turned Sephiroth over on his back and laid him on the ground.

Genesis watched the light leave Sephiroth's eyes, then the sea foam green swirls encase his body till nothing was left.

"Sorry Seph. It had to be done. You're my best friend, but I will do anything I have to to keep Ami safe. And if my friends turn against me and force me to fight them. Then I will cut them down to get to her." he whispered softly.

Genesis heard a scoff from the corner of the room. Genesis stood up and spun around, his eyes zeroing in on where the scoff had come from. It had been Kadaj.

"You think this is funny, you brat? Funny that I've been forced to kill the only friends I've had all my life. Sure, I said I had to do it, but that doesn't mean that I liked it. Those three men are all I've had since I joined SOLDIER. More like my family than the actual family I had back where I come from." he yelled.

Kadaj stood and scoffed again.

"Like I care. I never had any family except for my two older brothers. And even then, we're not that close. Who cares that you had to kill those guys. The point is that you're still alive.

That is the only point of battle. It doesn't matter who your opponent is so long as you defeat and kill them. That is all that matters in battle. Who cares if they're your friends or family. They are your enemy and need to be destroyed." the young man proclaimed, walking forward.

Hot anger coursed through Genesis' veins, but he forced it down. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

"I'm fighting you now, right? Then get your ass out here and lets fight. I'm tired of you already, and I don't want to hear any more of your mouth." Genesis snapped.

Kadaj gave a sharp laugh then reached behind him.

"Fine but remember, you asked for it."

Pulling out a double-bladed katana, he held it so the blade was facing backwards. Genesis studied how the boy held his weapon and figured out a plan to take him down. With how young he was, there was no way that he had properly mastered how to wield his blade in the way he was holding it. Kadaj shot forward and swung his katana swiftly. Genesis was not ready for the speed that the boy had.

Though he shouldn't have been surprised, seeing as how small the boy was. Genesis brought Rapier up to block the attack and was immediately assaulted with a second attack. Kadaj pushed away a little and kicked Genesis in the stomach, sending him flying back into the wall far across the other side of the room. Kadaj followed quickly with another strike and Genesis was barely able to bring Rapier up to block it. He then activated a piece of Materia and directed a gust of wind at Kadaj blowing him away from him and back across the room.

Kadaj landed on the ground a few meters away and cracked his head against it. It stunned him for the precious few seconds that Genesis needed to right himself and send a fireball in Kadaj' direction. As Genesis launched himself behind the fireball, the fireball was extinguished in front of him and Kadaj' katana was being slashed in front of his face.

Rapier came up and blocked the slash, but Genesis felt a small boot plant itself firmly in his sternum and kick upwards, knocking the air out of him. Genesis swung an arm down and wrapped it around the foot and twisted as he gasped for air. There was a sicking crack and Genesis let go of the boys foot. That was assuredly a broken ankle if not a leg. It was a step in the right direction to getting rid of the boy.

Genesis rolled to the side, trying to get air back into his lungs as he watched Kadaj clutch at his leg.

'It's a start.' Genesis thought to himself.

As Genesis was finally able to get air back into his lungs and stand up, Kadaj was able to stand up on his uninjured leg as well.

"That was a dirty trick, Rhapsodos." he hissed.

Genesis shrugged.

"Sephiroth always taught his SOLDIERs that nothing is a "dirty trick" when you are trying to survive. You best be ready for worse than that if you keep fighting me." Genesis sighed.

Kadaj growled loudly and threw his sword at Genesis. He easily dodged it and followed it as it lodged itself into the wall. Genesis stared at it for a moment then slowly looked back at Kadaj.

"Is this you surrendering to me or what?" he asked.

Kadaj just looked at the ground and closed his eyes, then looked back up at him with a glare that rivaled Sephiroth's.

"Never!" he yelled, launching himself forward on his one good leg.

Genesis swiftly moved out of the way. Kadaj' hands hit the wall to stop himself, then he pulled his katana out of the wall then turned to face Genesis.

"I never surrender!" he cried, launching himself forward again.

His blade clashed with Genesis' and even though Kadaj had a broken leg, there was still power behind his strike. Genesis shoved him back again and Kadaj stumbled back onto his broken leg. It collapsed under his weight, and Kadaj dropped his katana and held onto his knee. Seeing the only chance he knew he would get with this kid, he charged a powerful fireball and launched it at him. The flames engulfed him and Kadaj cried out.

Before Kadaj could do anything to defend himself, Genesis shot forward and lashed out with Rapier. Mint green eyes shot open wide as their owners head flew off its shoulders and landed on the ground. Kadaj' head rolled away as Genesis watched it. It was sad. Another young life lost before it was properly lived.

Didn't matter that the boy had been in Hojo's clutches. If he had been freed from Hojo, Kadaj probably could have learned so much, and may have had a different outlook on life. But now was not the time to be worried about that anymore. The silverette named Loz stood up in a rage, trying to stifle a couple of sobs as a few tears streaked down his face.

"H-how dare you kill my b-brother. We m-may not have been very close, b-but he was still my brother, you big meanie!" he yelled, pulling out his weapon, which looked to be a fancy arm shield of some sort.

Genesis took a step back from this show of emotion. All of the others hadn't cared one shit about what happened to the one before them. Where was this show of anger and concern for his so called "brother" coming from. However, Genesis couldn't concentrate on that. He had to get to Amaterasu.

There was only this teen, the gunner named Yazoo, and Hojo in his way. He was so close!

"It seems strange that you would care about your so called "brother", but it doesn't matter to me. You are all in my way of getting to Ami, that includes you Hojo." Genesis yelled, pointing Rapier at Hojo threateningly, "And I will slay you all to get to her if I have to."

Loz' stance wavered a little then strengthened once more.

"You won't kill me Rhapsodos!" he yelled, all signs of the previous tears gone.

Loz shot forward, leaving traces of blue light in his wake. Before Genesis knew it, Loz was in front of him. He let lose with a sharp, swift punch to the ground. The ground underneath his fist cracked and broke, sending huge pieces of it flying up into the air, along with Genesis. This surprised him for a moment but he quickly righted himself and began to lightly jump from rock to rock to rock, flitting back and forth almost like he was a butterfly, his foot never touching the rock for more than a second until he reached the ground.

Genesis had to admit, that move was impressive. However, right after Genesis had landed, Loz was right on top of him with another devastating punch to the ground, once again sending chunks of the ground flying up into the air. This time as Genesis tried to make his way back to the ground, Loz met him in mid air and tried to land a hit. Thanks to quick reflexes on Genesis' part, he missed. Landing on the ground again, Genesis turned and charged a fireball and searched for Loz but he was no where to be found.

Suddenly a falling piece of the floor in front of him shattered and Loz came flying at him through the debris and cloud of dust that was left. Genesis did the first thing that his body thought of: launch the fireball. Loz lifted his arm and the contraption on it flared to life and electricity appeared around it. The fireball hit it and fought with the electricity for a second then the fireball was redirected and smashed into the wall across on the other side of the room. Shock was clearly written all over Genesis' face.

Loz grinned, "Do you like Duel Hound's power. Your magic is useless against me Rhapsodos."

Genesis looked down at his bangle. Almost all of the Materia in his bangle were magic Materia. He only had a few pieces that weren't. Genesis then looked down at Rapier. His sword mostly relied on magic to do its heaviest amount of damage.

Genesis, shrugged, he would be at a huge disadvantage this way, but if he couldn't win with magic, he would use brute force. Genesis sent Rapier away and slammed a fist into an open palm.

"Well..." Genesis grimaced, "...if I can't use my magic, then I guess it's hand to hand combat. I'm not very good at this and considering your size, I'll be at a disadvantage, but I used to hand to hand spar with both Sephiroth and Angeal. I don't think fighting with you will be too different from fighting Angeal, but I know you won't give me the chance to recover if you get a good hit in. Though you must realize, the same goes for you. I'm not going to hold back on your ass.

You will go down."

Loz laughed as he cracked his knuckles then pulled off Duel Hound.

"Well Rhapsodos, I didn't think you had the balls to throw away your precious magic. After all, you depend on it so much. Oh well, if you say you've done hand to hand before, this should be interesting. But realize this, by the end of this fight, you'll be in a ShinRa body bag, headed back to your hometown for your parents to cry over your dead body. Or perhaps Hojo will take your body and make it useful, stranger things have happened in that lab of his." Loz sneered.

Genesis just shook his head and fell into his favorite hand to hand fighting stance.

"Let's just get this over with." he hissed.

"My pleasure." replied Loz, launching himself forward.

Loz made the first offensive move to hit Genesis' shoulder and Genesis brought up his hand and simply guided it away lashing in with his other hand and striking Loz squarely in the chest. The air was forced out of Loz' lungs and he stumbled back. Genesis didn't give him a chance to recover and shot forward to hit Loz in the shoulder. There was a loud pop and Loz cried out. He jumped back and away from Genesis holding his shoulder and glaring at him.

Tenderly feeling his shoulder, Loz pulled on his lower arm sharply, and there was another loud pop.

"Damn, one hit and you dislocated my shoulder. And you said you weren't good at this. I call bull shit, Rhapsodos." Loz huffed, still holding his arm and gently massaging it.

"I never said how good I was. It's just my opinion that I'm not very good. Others have told me I'm good. Now can we continue?" Genesis shrugged.

Launching himself forward, Genesis swung a kick at Loz' chest, but Loz caught his foot. Loz was about to twist his foot to break Genesis' leg, when Genesis swung his other leg up and scored a kick across the side of Loz' head. Managing to land from the kick, Genesis crouched down and swung his leg out again connecting with Loz' knee. There was a loud crack, and Genesis knew that leg was now useless.

If he could do the same thing to the other leg, Loz wouldn't be able to fight anymore. Loz lurched up on his one good leg and swung a fist at Genesis' face and Genesis leaned back to avoid it then grabbed his forearm and yanked him forward. Dodging around him so that Loz was in front of him, Genesis wrapped one arm around Loz' throat and used his other hand to grip Loz' chin.

"Never had to use this move on someone, and I don't like it, not my style. But to get rid of you, I'll use it." Genesis growled in Loz' ear.

Genesis pulled with his hands and Loz' head snapped to the side severing his spinal cord. Genesis opened his arms and allowed Loz' body to fall away from his own.

"Sorry man..." Genesis whispered, another life cut short in his eyes.

Genesis then turned and looked at what seemed to be the only threat left. He didn't see Hojo as a threat.

"You're the last one left. I suggest you give up and spare yourself from being killed." Genesis hissed at Yazoo.

Yazoo took a step back and closer to Amaterasu. Genesis knew that movement. That was wariness and a desire to keep what doesn't belong to you. Yazoo looked over to Hojo and Hojo became irate.

"You lose that girl you rat, and I'll kill you, not him!" he screeched.

Yazoo paled and looked back over at Amaterasu. Then confidence poured itself back into his body and he gave one last sneer at Amaterasu and lifted her face for one last kiss, before sauntering forward. Yazoo raised his gun and took aim at Genesis. He took three quick shots then flashed out of sight. There were three high pitched pings as the bullets were deflected off of Rapier, which had been re-summoned after the battle with Loz, and Genesis tracked Yazoo as he ran.

Yazoo was fast, however he was not as fast as Sephiroth so he was having an easy time tracking him. Yazoo fired off two more bullets before leaping in the air over Genesis and firing off four more. Genesis blocked all six and waited for Yazoo to land. Once he did, Genesis charged him and lashed out with Rapier. Yazoo ducked under Rapier, came up and kicked Genesis in the chest hard.

However just before the kick hit, Genesis threw up a shield which reduced some of the impact but he was still sent flying back. Flipping backwards, Genesis touching his hand to the ground to slow himself down, then regained his footing.

Two bullets came flying Genesis' way and he ducked under them, not bothering to block them with Rapier. Raising Rapier to eye level, Genesis ran his hand down it, activating the runes on it.

With the red runes glowing on it like molten fire, Genesis shot forward and before Yazoo could react, his gun was cut to pieces and rendered useless.

Yazoo leapt back, putting some distance between them.

"Damn it, Rhapsodos! You destroyed my Velvet Nightmare!" he yelled.

Genesis shrugged.

"So does that mean this fight is over? Probably not, but I can always hope." Genesis asked.

"Far from it!" Yazoo yelled, sinking into a fighting stance. '

Damn it, I don't have time for this. I have to get to Ami.' Genesis thought to himself.

He sighed then raised Rapier.

"Sorry 'bout this..." he whispered.

Disappearing seemingly into thin air, Genesis reappeared behind Yazoo with his sword to his throat, "...But you never should have touched Ami..." he hissed in Yazoo's ear dangerously, "...You never should have touched what is mine."

Pulling Rapier back sharply, the razor sharp edge of the sword slashed into Yazoo's throat and sliced it open. Blood sprayed out of the fatal wound as Yazoo fell to the ground, however Genesis felt no remorse for this kill. Yazoo had touched Amaterasu, and only he was allowed to do that. Genesis almost felt a sort of sick satisfaction as he watched the blood pour from Yazoo's throat.

'He deserved it...' he told himself.

Genesis then turned his attention to Hojo. As soon as Yazoo had been killed, Hojo had started to back away from Amaterasu, realizing there was no one to protect him from Genesis anymore. Dark hatred fueled Genesis on as he approached Hojo. He raised Rapier high above his head and an angry growl left his lips.

"This is for Ami, you bastard!" he hissed, before bringing Rapier down as hard as he could.

With the runes burning brightly on the blade, it cut through Hojo's body like a hot knife through butter. His body was split in half and blood sprayed all over, soaking Genesis' front and splattering all over his face. Though it should have disgusted him, Genesis made no move to wipe the blood away. Turning away from the fading body, Genesis walked to Amaterasu then sent Rapier away.

"Ami?" he asked softly, reaching out and gently touching an arm.

She made no reaction at his touch or voice. Genesis slowly and gently lifted her face so he could look at it, but as he did, sea foam green swirls began to surround her body. Realizing what was happening, tears began flowing down his face. He was too late...

"Goddess...please, please no...not this. Anything but this..." he begged, "Don't take her away...from me. Don't take away...what I love...so much. Please Goddess...please, don't take her. I beg of you...Don't take her from me..."

But the Goddess was not listening to him as the sea foam green continued to swirl around Amaterasu's body.

"Goddess please...no..." Genesis begged again in a whisper, kissing Amaterasu's lips softly.

Then the last swirls of sea foam took over Amaterasu's body and a few seconds later she was gone. Genesis fell to his knees crying, then threw his head back and screamed a soul-wrenching cry to the heavens.

"Minerva, how could you do this to me? How could you take away my heart, my soul, my life? Goddess, how could you take away the one thing that helps me live in this forsaken life of mine?!" he yelled to the skies above.

Then the room around him began to grow darker and darker. Genesis looked around frantically, putting his hands to the sides of his head and squeezing his eyes shut.

"No please...no darkness...I hate the darkness...please no..." he yelled curling in on himself.

#final fantasy vii #final fantasy vii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #dream setting #genesis dreams #au #oc #part of a story I have yet to post #I'll get it up soon peeps #until then enjoy the crap I call a fight scene

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