#as a first step i hope that he at least stops being self destructive. a minimum care of ones body thats all

[mollymauk-teafleak]

now we're partners in crime

Some more Huskerdust! I just wanted to write something fluffy and happy for them, huge thanks to @minky-for-short for being a wonderful beta!

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Angel Dust is no stranger to the morning after. In fact, he's pretty much a professional.

And he has to admit, he's had worse in his life when he wakes up with a bitch of a hangover, in a random hotel and next to his boyfriend, Husker.

Though when he puts together the pieces of the night before, he realises they did something very, very stupid.

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With all the things to dislike about living in actual fucking hell, the decor probably shouldn’t have been as high up on Angel Dust’s list as it was. But he’d argue there wasn’t a sin invented that deserved the punishment of opening aching eyes to a hotel room with a white and gold color scheme. 

Starting from his now burning eyes, Angel’s body parts checked in one by one, each one with its own minor disaster to report. His throat felt like sandpaper, his head throbbed like someone was playing the drums on the inside of his skull, his stomach turned over at the mere thought of moving. In short, he had a bitch of a hangover. 

“Fuck…” Angel groaned, screwing up his face and sinking below the surface of the blankets. 

His brain was a fog, making every thought a lurking, malformed danger. He was going to be late to the studio. He’d look a mess, the cameras would pick it up. He couldn’t remember any lines. Valentino would be furious, he’d smell the debauchery on his skin and know he hadn’t caused it, he’d try to drown it out with worse just to prove to Angel that he was the only person allowed to ruin him. He was in so much fucking trouble…

Something brushed his leg under the covers. Angel’s first impulse was to pull away from whatever loser his spiral of self destruction had landed him with, get dressed and get out before he even saw his face, like having it in his memory would be just another reason for Val to hurt him. 

But then that something wound its way around his leg and suddenly Angel remembered. The two years collapsed and he saw the panic rising for what it was, a bad memory. Like the two dimensional backdrop on a soundstage, as soon as he knew where to step he was past it and back in the real world. 

Angel ignored his churning stomach and rolled over, so he could see him. Really the snoring should have been his first clue, no one else Angel had ever shared a bed with snored like that, rattling and rumbling like a clapped out Chevy whose exhaust was barely hanging on. He looked as hungover as Angel felt, whiskers crushed against the pillow, smudges of lipstick in a very familiar color streaked across his face, somehow still wearing his suspenders even though he definitely wasn’t wearing trousers. His tail still looped around Angel’s leg, reaching out for him even while the rest of him slept. 

Husker. Still the loser Angel’s spiral of self destruction landed him with but also the one who’d pulled him out. 

He had a fantasy of leaning in close, smoothing down that wild bedhead and waking him with a kiss. Reality kicked in, however, before he’d gotten more than two seconds in, reminding him about his apocalyptic hangover. 

He took a screeching turn towards the bathroom instead, hoping his legs would get their shit together quick enough to get him there without falling on his face. Despite being clean for two years now, Angel hadn’t lost his touch, he made it in time to vomit what felt like the whole bottom shelf of a bar into the toilet. At least that meant his eyes were shut so he didn’t have to look at the equally tacky bathroom. 

“Fucking hell…” Angel groaned, once his organs had stopped trying to eject themselves from his body, slumping so his forehead rested on the seat.

“Okay, you remember where you are, that’s a good sign.”

Angel opened one eye, scoffing at Husk as he leaned in the doorway, somehow already holding a glass of water for him, “Funny…how the fuck are you able to stand up, I seem to remember you drinking as much as I did?”

“Vegas born and raised, baby,” Husk chuckled roughly, passing him the glass, “I promise, I feel like a corpse, I just know how to keep a poker face..”

Angel washed his mouth out, trying to follow that memory like a thread, figure out what most of last night had involved. It had been a while since he got this drunk, since he’d had a morning after not tinged with the clawing, hollowed out feeling of a come down or a heavy dose of shame. He found it was actually pretty pleasant when the hazy, disjointed memories you sifted through were full of good times with people you cared about. 

If you could ignore the whole feeling like death warmed up thing. 

“I remember drinking a lot,” he rasped, draining the rest of the glass and gaining a little ground on his hangover as he reward, “I remember dancing on tables. I remember karaoke…and not a lot else.”

Husk perched on the edge of the tub, wincing as he did, “Same here. So it sounds like we did exactly what Charlie told us to do, we enjoyed our weekend off. Right up until we woke up, anyway.”

Angel massaged his temples with a couple of hands, “Where even are we? I mean, I know we’re in a hotel but this place ain’t our Charlie’s particular brand of tacky. There’s no banners for a start.”

“We’re on Sinners Strip,” Husk answered without missing a beat, looking around like a detective surveying a crime scene, “Somewhere on the west end by the looks of it…The Fanged Flamingo, I think. You’d have to be fucking blackout drunk to wind up here.”

It was hard not to be impressed. Sinners weren’t allowed to hop from ring to ring, of course, but they brought their vices down to Hell with them, clinging to them like life rafts. The Pride ring they called home had ended up divided into neighborhoods, each an oversized shrine to whatever sin had bought their residents a ticket down below. Sinner’s Strip was the Greed ring in miniature and Las Vegas on crack so of course Husker knew every building along its length in intimate detail, enough to recognise what casino they were in through a blinding hangover. 

In fact, his territory had probably been here, back when he was an Overlord. 

Angel winced, feeling like an idiot as he realized too late that they’d woken up in Husk’s equivalent of Valentino’s studio, “Do you wanna go home? I can get my shit together real fast?”

Husk’s expression softened just at the asking, tapping his claws on the tub’s edge as he thought, “You know…I think I’m okay. Don’t get me wrong, I know there’s tables down there, I can hear them. I’d be lying if I said no part of me wants to go do something real stupid…but then the rest of me says well, if I did, I wouldn’t be here with my man, would I?”

“So instead you’re gonna do stupid things with me?” Angel tried to joke lightly, like that would hide how misty his eyes suddenly were. 

“That’s the plan,” Husk leaned in and kissed his forehead, grinning, “Sap.”

Once Angel Dust would have pulled him down, turned that soft gesture into something heated, something open mouthed and involving teeth. He would have been panicked by the adoring ache in his chest, he would have felt foolish that he couldn’t form it into words and instead turned it into the only language he knew how to speak back then, pushing himself at Husk and begging him to take his body as payment. 

But now he knew better. This wasn’t lust, it was love. And love could be something small and not mean any less. It would fit in any box, gentle gestures and few words. 

“I just love you,” Angel Dust grinned, “That’s all.”

“And I love you too,” Husk smiled, “So take as long as you want. Then we’ll go scrape the girls up, wherever they are, and hit this diner I remember a couple blocks from here. About a thirty percent chance of getting food poisoning but their breakfast sandwiches will have your hangover begging for mercy.”

“I like those odds,” Angel let himself be pulled up, just about managing not to barf again. 

For a moment, with his hands- all four- in Husk’s, standing there in the bathroom with his head spinning, Angel had a flash of a memory. He remembered spinning, lights blurring around them, Husk dipping him and kissing him in that way that drove him wild. He remembered joy bursting in his chest, that kind that was so strong it actually hurt, like his body was struggling to find room for it all. 

Whatever they’d been doing last night, it had been really fucking good. Angel had to smile, his mouth tasted faintly of vomit, his hair was a mess, his head still contained an amateur percussion band that needed a hell of a lot more practice but this morning after still cracked the top ten. 

The room might have been tacky but the bed was soft enough, especially when Angel Dust rolled to pillow his head on Husk’s chest, grinning when he felt him purr and a paw come up to stroke idly down his spine. A hand went searching for his phone, finally snagging it amongst the blankets, along with his panties from the night before, a lipstick that wasn’t even the shade he was wearing and a crumpled piece of paper he ignored. If it was a receipt, he didn’t want to know how much money he’d blown on the food he’d just hurled up.

Angel flicked the screen to life, reassured by a recent text from Charlie that looked like it was trying to say goodnight and that they were in a room on the floor below, once he read around the drunken spelling mistakes and emojis, “Come on then, detective, let’s investigate. What the fuck happened last night…”

Husk made a vague noise, already one foot back in sleep, his purrs starting to blur into snores. Angel rolled his eyes fondly, starting to thumb through the fuckton of unfamiliar photos that had appeared on his phone since yesterday. 

Things started how he remembered, how they usually did. Charlie gave them nights off pretty regularly but it was rare for her and Vaggie to join in. Angel had been wheedling and wearing Charlie down for months, insisting that it wasn’t a real bonding experience until everyone tagged along, that she worked as hard as anyone and deserved a break too. At first he’d been doing it because he’d suspected- and been proven correct- that she’d make a hilarious drunk. But eventually he had to admit it to himself, he just wanted to see her relax once in a while. He saw her literally taking the weight of other people’s souls on her shoulders, putting every sinner in hell ahead of herself. Angel knew he’d never be able to fix everything for her but a margarita and some karaoke every so often could at least take the edge off.

So for the first time, Charlie and Vaggie were there in his photos. They’d started at the Broken Halo, one of the safer nightclubs not too deep into the Debauchery District. Angel smiled as he saw their night in stages, watched him and his friends dissolve into sloppy grins and flushed cheeks. There was Cherri laughing at Charlie’s expression of post-shot disgust and panic, a photo of himself taking full advantage of the pole the bar had, nailing it even though Husk’s thumb was taking up a corner of the screen, a photo of Nifty crawling on the ceiling and somehow not spilling her drink.

As he kept going, the photos lined up with his hazy patchwork of memories, gaps getting filled as pieces of the puzzle slotted into place. Angel could remember the walks in between clubs, cold night air but a pleasant buzz to keep him warm, laughing so hard his ribs ached. And always, Husk’s claws curled around his fingers or his wings stretching out to cover him when he noticed him shivering, grinning when Angel caught him tapping his foot to the music. He could remember sinking gratefully into a blissful, loose limbed oblivion, not because it was his temporary escape but because he felt completely and wholly safe. Husk was his anchor, Husk would look after him. Husk was his way home, a home he actually wanted to go to.

One thing wasn’t adding up though, a tangle as he strung thread between these memories. With the clubs these photos seemed to be taken in- and Angel prided himself on intimate knowledge of every place in the Pride ring that would serve him a drink- they’d stuck to the fringes of the district, in spitting distance of the hotel. The garish hotel they were currently coming back to life in wasn’t even in the same district, they’d gone out of their way to come here and wince at tacky gold accent pieces. Angel just couldn’t figure out why, he didn’t see what had brought them over to the Fanged Flamingo. 

Until he flicked to the next photo. 

Angel sat bolt upright, eyes wide. His stomach would have protested if it was still there, it seemed to have dropped a few rings down. Husk did though, giving a grumpy trill as the spider demon jerked out of his embrace. 

“You gonna barf again?” he mumbled, eyes still closed, “Just stick your head over the side.”

“No,” Angel Dust groaned, though he couldn’t be a hundred percent certain on that, “Husk, we did something really, really stupid last night.”

“What else is new?” he did drag himself upright and force his eyes open, hearing something in Angel’s voice that spoke of more than just a mile long bar tab or joyriding. 

It took him a moment of wincing and groaning to be able to look at the bright phone screen suddenly pressed into his hand, though once Husk realized what he was looking at, his eyes widened, “Oh…oh shit…”

The photo was clear and properly lined up, so it must have been taken by Vaggie who’d stayed relatively sober the whole night. Angel and Husk certainly weren’t, their eyes were glazed, their smiles bright and faces creased with an unrestrained delight that only came when alcohol had dissolved the walls you were used to putting up. Angel was being carried the cat demon’s arms, in serious danger of being dropped but he clearly couldn’t give less of a shit, two of his arms wrapped loosely around Husk’s neck. And the other two holding a handful of limp flowers, probably purchased from a gas station they’d stumbled across, and a piece of paper. Fuck knew where he’d gotten the length of lace he was wearing as a veil (or the one knotted around his thigh), Cherri had probably swiped it from someone’s washing line. Husk was already dressed pretty appropriately, with his hat and bow tie, his smile so wide he looked like he belonged in Wonderland. 

Between that, the shower of ripped paper frozen in the air and the blaring neon sign that said ‘chapel’ behind them, it didn’t take someone who wasn’t hungover to work out what happened. 

Angel found it again, the piece of paper he’d tossed aside and thought nothing of. He smoothed out the folds and creases, unsurprised to find a certificate apparently from the Fanged Flamingo 24-7 Wedding Chapel, registered trademark. It didn’t look legally binding, Angel wasn’t sure legal documents used bright pink font or had a crude logo featuring two flamingos going at it. But the rubber stamp across the top said otherwise, proclaiming the two signatures across the bottom legally married. 

His heart gave a reflexive ache at the sight of his signature, making him think of the last time he’d scrawled Anthony on the dotted line, all the misery it had brought him since. This should have felt the same, a reckless decision he’d made when he wasn’t in his right mind, he should feel that familiar acrid burn of regret. 

But he didn’t. Angel looked at his name, at Husks, his own handwriting swooping and flamboyant, Husk’s scrawling and hurried, he looked at this silly, kitschy souvenir certificate and the promise it meant. And all he felt was that memory of joy, except this time he saw where it was supposed to fit and it joined him in the present. He remembered the kiss, how they’d had their first dance on the chapel steps to music that only they could hear, how Husk had swept him up into his arms just as Cherri had thrown a handful of torn up flashpaper as makeshift confetti, that moment now frozen on his phone. 

Angel Dust just felt like he’d come home. 

But a low, guttural moan from Husk poured cold water on his awed smile, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Angel bit his lip, realizing the cat demon had his face in his hands and shoulders hunched. Where he’d been delighted, Husk looked absolutely devastated. 

Trying not to sound like a black hole was opening up in his chest, Angel tried an airy laugh, “Hey, baby, it’s okay…”

“No,” Husk pinched the bridge of his nose, ears lying flat, “It isn’t, shit…fucking cheap whiskey, always turns me into a goddamn fool.”

Angel swept a hand over his hair, using his years of experience in painting over his emotions and acting like he didn’t care, “Don’t get your tail in a twist, Whiskers, I’m sure we can walk it back. Pretty much everyone who gets hitched there has got to be blotto, they’ll have an impaired judgment clause or some shit. I ain’t gonna slap a ball and chain on you…I mean it’s ridiculous. The idea of me being someone’s missus, what a joke, right? I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Wait…” Husk’s head snapped towards him, bloodshot eyes wide, “You think I don’t wanna be married to you?”

“Well…you haven’t seemed so ecstatic since you found out…” Angel said warily, pulling his knees to his chest, “It’s fine, I get it. I’m not marriage material.”

One of the good things about having a boyfriend with ears and a tail was how Husk’s emotions were impossible to hide. Angel was good at reading people, it was part of his job and part of how he’d stayed alive in Hell, people’s faces were like books to him. And Husk was a picture book with those thick cardboard pages and twenty point font, as his ears shot up and his tail dropped in dismay. 

“I am the biggest idiot in the fucking seven rings,” Husk rasped, realisation stark on his face, the expression of someone who’d just realised they were about to drive off a cliff.

Angel couldn’t help a giggle, lifting an eyebrow, “Okay…I mean, I love you anyway…”

“I love you too,” Husk took a deep breath, like he was preparing for that plunge, finding as many of Angel’s hands as he could gather up in his own, “And, fuck, if we were human, if we were back up on the surface, I’d have been down on one knee the second I realised you’d actually have an old hag like me. I’m only…I’m only mad at myself because I didn’t want it to happen like this…”

Angel felt suddenly breathless, “You mean you’d thought about this before? About marrying me?”

It was hard to see under the dark fur but Angel was sure Husk’s cheeks were burning red, squeezing his hands, “Fuck, baby, of course I have. And you deserve a hell of a lot better than a goddamn Vegas wedding where I probably didn’t even propose right or say half the shit I’d wanna say. It just…it just ain’t gentlemanly.”

Angel felt laughter bubble in his chest, swallowing it down hard. It was all just so damn cute, he forgot sometimes that while he was from an earlier time, Husk had spent longer in the past, that he was more of an old fashioned romantic than he’d ever admit. 

“You don’t get treated right by so many assholes, Angel, and I can’t do a damn thing about it, I just…I always dreamed about doing this differently for you.” 

Angel Dust swallowed hard, feeling that ache again, trying to find a place to put the love he didn’t know he’d been built for. He drew Husk gently down, until they were lying nose to nose, limbs tangled comfortably together, finding a way to fit. 

“Well then,” Angel murmured, burying his fingers in soft fur, setting them to stroke delicate feathers, “Ask me.”

Husk finally met his eyes, uncharacteristically shy, “What?”

“Ask me the way you wanted to, say all the things you wanted to say. I’ll give you my answer here and now, Husker, and you’ll know I mean it,” Angel could feel how hard the cat demon’s heart began to beat, his own picking up to match. 

Husk opened and closed his mouth, the words struggling to come at first. Angel Dust understood how he felt, the fear that came with getting something you never even thought to want because it always seemed so out of reach.

But his Husker was braver than even he knew, his voice coming soft and raspy, “Anthony. After I died, I thought I’d finally found a way to be more than the loser nobody I was when I was alive, everything that made me a shitty human suddenly gave me the power and success I thought I’d always wanted. When I lost it all and had to sell my soul, the only way to keep my sanity was to tell myself I didn’t give a fuck anymore and just drink until I believed it. When I met you…I was fucking terrified. Because I wanted you. I wanted you bad, you were bright and brave and so damn strong. I never expected you to let me in but you did and I fell so hard for you, baby. You’re the first thing in hell, fuck, the first thing ever that made me want to be better. After the shit you’ve been through, I have no clue how you trust me when I say I love you and I’ll do right by you but I’ll never break that trust. And to prove it to you…will you marry me, Anthony?”

“Shit…well how the fuck am I supposed to follow that act?” Angel Dust managed to croak out after a long pause, all of his eyes streaming tears, “Feel like my teeth are gonna melt from all that sugar…”

“Shut up,” Husk’s smile was sudden and warm and brilliant, like the sun Angel remembered from up on the surface, tears making silvery tracks on his cheeks, “Just answer me.”

Feeling like words might not be enough, Angel cupped Husk’s face and kissed him deeply, left with barely any breath to whisper, “Yes. Fuck yes. I’m so glad we did it last night cos I wouldn’t want to wait another goddamn second to be your husband.”

“God, I love you…” Husk kissed him again, pressing him close like he couldn’t bear a spare inch of space between them, purring like a chainsaw. 

“I love you too,” Angel sighed contentedly, “Can’t believe I had to die to find the man of my dreams.”

“Even though our wedding was kinda trashy?”

“Oh, sorry, did you not know we were trashy? Hi, my name is Angel Dust, nice to meet you, can I suck your dick?”

He would have been happy to let the words fall away then, to say the rest with their shared laughter, with his tongue and his hands and whatever other parts they had time for. The way Husk was stirring under the blankets, he seemed to agree but there was one thing he wanted to do first. 

Angel found his phone again, flicking through the photos again, unable to resist another look. There were more past the first one too, shots of them dancing, of Husk dipping him in a deep kiss, of Angel throwing his gas station bouquet directly at Vaggie’s head in one of his less subtle moves. Photos of them, of their family, of one of the best nights of their lives. And, as he kept scrolling, ones showing how their hotel room had gotten so wrecked. 

“Woah,” Angel Dust grinned, “You’re definitely stuck with me, baby, annulments off the table for sure. We consummated the fuck out of this marriage.”

“Damn,” Husk purred, kissing his shoulder, “Didn’t know I could still bend that way…”

“And you will again,” Angel smirked, finally opening the camera, “In a minute…”

He held out the phone, pulling Husk into frame, smiling for the camera and smiling even wider when Husk kiss his cheek as he took the photo. As soon as he dropped it into the hotel group chat, along with the message good morning from the happy couple <3 he received a buzz of delighted messages from their friends, all thankfully alive. He’d save them all alongside the photos to look at again and again, over the breakfast they’d all share once they’d dragged themselves out of bed, the next time he had to go back to work and needed to lift his mood, whenever his addictions reared their ugly head. Whenever he needed to remember the best day of his his afterlife. 

There was a lot to dislike about living in literal fucking hell, tacky hotel rooms being one of them. But there was nowhere else Angel Dust would rather be.

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[anxious-witch]

So a continuation of this soulmate poly! JO au

So! Again, this is not my usual high quality stuff, isn't beta read or edited and I have been feeling kinda eh about writing lately so...yeah. Be warned before going into it. But so many of your wanted some sort of conclusion so I had to give you one. I hope it's at least somewhat satisfying.

This needed a warning for vomitting not the last one my bad, also TW for Bojan's general low self esteem

Bojan wasn't feeling well. And it wasn't only because he was hungover from the whole spiked drink yesterday. No. It was also due to the fact that now they all knew that he was their fifth soulmate.

He woke up surrounded by three of them. Jure was curled around his right side, with Kris' arm thrown over both him and Bojan. Bojan was snuggled in Jan's chest and Jan's hand protectively hovered over his head.

Nace was probably already up. Bojan laid there fir a moment. Soaking in the warmth. For once, his soulmark didn't ache but instead hummed pleasantly. 

It felt so natural, it was hard to remember why he was so scared of it. 

Then a sudden nausea hit him and he had to practically launch himself from the bed. Jan stirred and sleepily called out to him, but Bojan didn't turn. He ran to the bathroom, just in time to throw up in the toilet.

He wasn't sure how he ended up on his knees and gripping the toilet. He also wasn't sure when Jan joined him by sitting on the floor and rubbing his back. 

Only when he stopped throwing up for more than a few seconds did he lean more into the comforting touch. 

"Aren't you supposed to be angry at me?" Bojan mumbled tiredly.

"Oh, I am furious," Jan said easily, "I just don't see the point of having this conversation until you feel better."

Bojan made a pityful sound, closing his eyes. His head hurt, his stomach hurt, his soulmark ached. He just wanted to die.

"You might as well. I am feeling miserable anyway. We can go for full physical and emotional destruction."

Jan sighed and gently ran his head through Bojan's hair. 

"Kris went to make you tea and Jure to dig out some painkillers. Nace will probably make something to eat when he comes back from his run, if he hasn't already."

Jan scratched his scalp, like he was a dog. It was pleasant though and Bojan couldn't help but let iut a sigh and lean into it. 

"I don't deserve you guys."

The fingers in his hair froze. You said something stupid again, Bojan's mind hissed.

"We'll talk about that too."

"I'm sorry."

Jan continued stroking his hair, but didn't reply. Bojan's soulmarked burned like a brand. He hates you, he hates you, he will never forgive you-

Kris arrived at that moment, taking in their state. His eyes softened as he watched them.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit. I don't know if you are asking physically or mentally, but the answer is the same."

Kris crouched down and gently put his hand on Bojan's forehead. His eyes fluttered shut at the gesture.

"You don't have a temperature," he mused, "which means just a bad hangover. You should come back to bed. I bought a bucket if you are sick again. And there is tea and painkillers. Nace is making pancakes too."

Bojan felt a sudden pressure of tears. Why were they all so nice? So considerate? Shouldn't they be yelling and demanding an explanation? He felt like he'd prefer that. It was what he deserved.

"Bojan, hey, what's wrong? Does something hurt?"

Kris gentle voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he realized he was crying. He shook his head and covered him face. 

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Why wre you all being nice? Why aren't you yelling at me? Why-"

"Shhh." 

Kris hugged him to his chest and Bojan's body shook im his embrace. He kept a litany of apologies through the sobs.

"Jan, go tell Nace to finish pancakes later. I will get Bojan to the bedroom. I think we all need to talk first."

Jan probably nodded, because Bojan heard him get up and step out of the bathroom. Then Kris gently picked him up. Bojan didn't even complain, simply buried his face in Kris' chest. 

He carried him to the bedroom.

"What happened? Is he alright?"

Bojan's heart squeezed at Jure's worried tone, but he didn't feel capable of answering. Which was why he was thankful for Kris.

"I am not sure. He started apologizing and then burst into tears. I think everything is hitting him just now. And you know how the bond can be overwhelming at first."

When he put Bojan on the bed, Jure curled at his back. Bojan reached out with one hand to him. 

And Jure took it, interlacing their fingers. His and Kris' presence calmed him down slightly. Enough for him to stop babbling apologies at least, if not stop crying yet. 

"Oh, Bojan," he heard Nace say from further away. 

Then two more bodies joined the pile. Bojan could recognize each, despite having his face buried in Kris's chest. 

That slowly made him calm down enough to stop the tears and carefully pull back from Kris' chest.

Kris didn't let him go far, gripping his waist when he tried to. Which was ridiculous, because they all surrounded him. He cleared his throat, blood rushing to his cheeks.

“Right. Can we just…get this over with, please?”

“Get it over with?” Jan hissed.

Bojan flinched a bit at his tone, ducking down to hide in Kris’ chest again.

“Jan,” Nace chastised him from somewhere behind his back, “Let's try and do this calmly.”

Jure squeezed his hand and then Jan swore, almost as if someone elbowed him.

“Fine.”

“Bojan, could you sit up, please?” Nace asked.

Did he have much of a choice at this point? Bojan sat up, suddenly much more aware of four pairs of eyes watching him.

He stubbornly stared into his lap.

“Tell us what happened,” Jure urged gently. 

“I was at the bar, I was flirting with a guy. He drugged my drink.”

Jan sighed loudly, but it was Kris who spoke up.

“That's not what we are asking. We want to know why you don't want us.”

That made him snap his head up, staring at Kris in disbelief. Kris, who was biting his lip and looked incredibly close to tears.

“What? I never said that!”

“You made it quite clear.”

Bojan felt as if he'd been slapped. He could take them being angry, or even saying they don't want him anymore, but he couldn't take them thinking he didn't want them.

“That's not true at all! Of course I want you!”

Kris did not look particularly convinced, hunching in on himself. Bojan met Jan's eyes instead.

“Then why didn't you say anything? Jesus, Bojan Kris knows you for a decade.”

“Because by the time I realized, the two of you were already together! And then I couldn't say anything because I thought that if you had each other, why would you want me?”

Jan took in a sharp breath and Kris paled noticeably, but Bojan wasn't done. He turned his eyes to Jure.

“So I kept silent, until Jure came along. And then he fit right in. Not just in the band, but with the two of you. And I thought, fuck, I'm too late. So I didn't say anything again. By the time Nace came into the picture, I-I had no idea what to do. Besides, we all know I would ruin this.”

Jure crossed the distance between them in a second, practically launching himself towards Bojan and pulling him into a hug. 

“Never,” Jure said vehemently.

Bojan felt a sudden wave of love wash over him. It took him a second to realize it wasn't coming from him, but from the Jure's side of the bond.

It was enormous and overwhelming and Bojan was completely unprepared for it. Which made panic seize his chest. 

Then, Nace was there, putting a hand on the back of his neck.

“Breathe. I know it's overwhelming at first, but just breathe through it. Jure, back up a bit he isn't used to the bond yet.”

The sensation eased up a bit, even if Jure didn't let go of him. Bojan took in a shaky breath. 

“Why do you think you'd ruin it?” Kris asked after a moment. 

Feeling their emotions in tandem with their words was new. Even without prying, he could feel hurt and worry from Kris. Bojan realized with a pang that that meant they could feel the turmoil of his emotions, too.

This was exactly what he wanted to spare them from.

“Because of this! I am difficult to deal with. I know all of you know it, because you had to deal with me. But that's different from being in a relationship with me. Kris met like, all of my girlfriends, he can testify.”

Jure's arms tighten against him, paired up with a slight pang of annoyance. Bojan bit his lip to stop himself from apologizing. They should be aware of what they were getting into.

He expected Kris to look angry or maybe defeated, but instead he looked thoughtful. 

“From what I remember of that, the biggest issue was you putting us and the band in general before them. Which wouldn't be a problem here, would it?”

Bojan stared. He never thought of it like that. 

“That's still not a good idea. I am difficult to deal with. You'll get tired of me.”

Jan snorted and Bojan turned to glare. Jan met his gaze calmly.

“Right. Because before this we never took care of you being sick every two to three weeks? Nace didn't calm you when you got panic attacks? Jure and I don't regularly feed you because you are unable to cook more than two meals? Kris doesn't have your schedule memorized and reminds you of what you need to do?”

Bojan felt as if Jan's gaze was burning through him, right into his soul. He ducked his head. Except, Jan reached out and Jure moved, curling at his left so Jan could tilt Bojan's chin up. 

“Look at me.”

So Bojan did, a zing of electricity going down his spine as he did so. Any rational argument he had got thrown outside of the window.

“You borrow our clothes and you cuddle with us and we are all together almost 24/7. Why the fuck would that change if we were in a relationship with you?”

Bojan opened and closed his mouth several times, feeling as if Jan had just knocked out all the cards from his hands. Like all the insecurities that held him back were insignificant in the face of Jan's argument.

His head suddenly started hurting even more and he closed his eyes.

“I don't know.”

“Alright. Postponing the rest of this for later. Bojan, go brush your teeth, we'll bring tea and painkillers in the meantime.”

Leave it to Kris to organize everything in a second. 

“Can't I get a coffee?” Bojan asked, peering at him and pointedly avoiding Jan's gaze.

“After we are sure you won't throw up again. Do you need help getting up?”

Jan finally let go of his chin and Bojan tried not to feel disappointed. He never kissed any of them properly, it was always something for the cameras. 

He wondered what it would be like to kiss them for real. 

That thought scared him enough to jolt him into action and he quickly got up from the bed. Too quickly, since dark spots began to dance in his vision.

Nace swore and reached out to steady him. 

“I'll go with him-”

“No,” Jan interrupted, “you go finish those pancakes. I got him.”

Bojan tensed. It wasn't that he didn't trust Jan, because he did. He trusted all of them with his life. The thing was, Jan seemed the most angry out of all of them and he didn't sugarcoat anything. Bojan wasn't sure how being alone with him would go.

No one protested though, Kris simply exchanged a long look with Jan and then nodded.

Bojan wondered if that simply cane with sharing a bond for so long and then he suddenly felt very, very lonely.

So he didn't protest when Jan took Nace's place and led him to the bathroom. He took his toothbrush and brushed his teeth. Jan walked closer and took his own, so they both brushed their teeth and Bojan tried not to think about how domestic that felt.

That distracted him enough for him not to notice that the toothbrush was the exact same one he had at home until after he finished.

“Since when does Nace have everyone's spare toothbrush?”

“Since we all started dating?”

Bojan started at Jan through the mirror. Jan calmly washed his mouth with water. 

“I haven't been dating you.”

Jan sighed as he stood upright again and put his toothbrush back where it belonged.

“No. But even before the soulmark, you were always considered welcome. I think…on some level we all knew.”

Bojan swallowed against sudden urge to cry again. 

“I should have known. The way you looked when we saw Nace's mark, I-”

“Don't say that. You didn't know because I didn't want you to. It's not your fault.”

Jan gave him a wry smile, shaking his head.

“Isn't it? Maybe if we figured it out sooner, you wouldn't think you were unwanted. For seven years, apparently.”

Jan's emotions were more guarded than Kris’ and yet, Bojan could practically taste the bitterness and hurt pouring from him. 

Bojan couldn't help but reach for him, but as soon as he touched his arm, Jan tensed. 

“I'm sorry. It-it's not your fault, okay? I promise.”

Jan pursed his lips.

“If you say so.”

He stepped closer then closer again, until their chests were almost touching. Jan didn't stop him, but also didn't make any moves towards him, either.

Bojan cupped his face and pressed his lips to his anyway, trying to pour all his mixed feelings into it. Then Jan moved, pinning him back against the sink. Bojan gasped and Jan took that opportunity to deepen the kiss.

There was so much longing in the kiss, Bojan kept trying to pull him closer, making a protesting noise when Jan pulled back.

“This is a bad idea. We need to talk this through first.”

“Oh.”

Jan was probably right. It was not a good idea, especially with the mess of emotions Bojan was feeling. Still, it was difficult not to feel a pang of disappointment. He felt…rejected.

He nodded and hung his head low.

“Fuck. Bojan that isn't-Hey.”

Jan lifted his chin once more and Bojan shivered. Something about the gesture made Bojan feel very small in comparison. 

“I am not rejecting you. This is just because I don't want to take this too far before you feel secure in the bond, okay?”

Bojan swallowed and watched and Jan's eyes traced the movement.

“Okay.”

Jan took in a deep breath and then took a step back. Then he extended his hand out to Bojan.

“Com'on now. The others are waiting.”

Then he was tugged back into the bedroom. Jure and Kris were sitting on the bed and talking quietly, while Nace still didn't return. They went quiet once they entered and Bojan tried not to fidget.

“Don't stop on my account,” he mumbled, trying to get under the covers.

Perhaps he could suffocate himself under the blankets.

“Wait! The painkillers!”

Bojan stopped halfway, and Kris handed his the painkillers and the water. He tried not to make a face at being treated like a child. Firstly Jan with pulling back and now the rest of them eith treating him like he was fragile. They cared and objectively, he was aware he scared them last night.

So he took them and handed the glass back to Kris. Then he got under the covers and buried his face into a pillow.

“Why is he sulking?” Kris asked, directing the question at Jan.

“He kissed me and I said I don't want things to escalate until he feels comfortable with the bond.”

“He wasn't too happy about that, huh?”

Bojan was about to snap at them for talking like he wasn't there, but then another person shuffled under the covers and pulled him closer. Jure.

Jure's emotions were always on the surface and Bojan could feel them much easier than Jan's. There was a sense of deep contentment that he didn't expect.

Jure pressed a kiss into his hair and Bojan felt his annoyance begin to dissipate. Kris shuffled closer and began petting his hair and-yeah, okay, he could get used to that.

He was starting to drift when Nace came back, announcing that the pancakes were done. Bojan groggily got up, rubbing at his eyes.

“You can eat later if you are tired,” Nace said with such a soft look, Bojan felt the need to squirm.

“But I want pancakes,” he protested.

Jan laughed.

“Just let him eat. Maybe that'll wake him up.”

Bojan glared.

“Maybe now I won't go exactly because of that.”

Jan smirked.

“Well good thing we can all carry you then, no?”

“No-”

Nace crossed the room in a few steps and picked him up as if he weighed nothing. Bojan squealed. He knew Nace could pick him up, but actually being picked up was quite different.

He wrapped his arms around Nace's neck, even if he was pretty sure Nace wouldn't drop him.

“Rude,” he mumbled in his neck. 

He was lulled once again into a feeling of contentment that simply radiated from the bond. Was it supposed to feel like that? Did it always feel like that for them? 

Nace gently dropped him in a chair at the dining table. Bojan absent mindedly reached for the pancakes while the others all took their seats.

“Does it always feel like that? The bond, I mean.”

Kris cocked his head.

“How does it feel?”

“Content. Calming. Like…things clicked in place.”

Kris’ gaze softened. 

“Not quite. There was always something missing. Like the connection flowed between the four of us and then it just…hit a wall.”

“Oh.”

Bojan fidgeted with his knife before anxiously taking the jam and smearing it over the pancake. He wasn't sure what to say.

“We have been waiting for you,” Nace added softly.

And this, this was exactly what Bojan wanted to avoid. He covered his face, willing himself not to cry again.

“This is why I didn't say anything. I don't-I can't complete you.”

“You already do.”

He began shaking his head, but then Kris was gently pulling his hands away from his face.

“We already acted like you are a part of this relationship, excluding kissing and sex. You already cuddle and steal all of our clothes. You hate being alone so you are in one of our apartments half the time. You already act like you are our boyfriend, this is just a confirmation you belong with us.”

Bojan felt speechless again. So he did one thing he could think about at that moment. He kissed him.

This kiss was much softer than the one he shared with Jan. Kris kissed almost hesitantly, as if not believing he was real. When Bojan tried to press harder, someone cleared their throat and Kris pulled away.

Of course it was Jan.

“Still not a great idea Bojči,” he reminded him.

Bojan stared at Kris, who was still kneeling by his chair, looking a bit dazed.

“Maybe not such a bad idea, if it'll help convince him,” Nace said, shrugging, “But we should wait until after breakfast.”

Bojan's brain came to a screeching halt.

“C-convince me?”

Jure sighed.

“That we want you. Obviously.”

Bojan swallowed. Don't think about it. But Kris was already kneeling and-

“Kris, go sit in your chair before Bojan has another crisis. And let's just finish eating first, yeah? Then we can discuss other things.”

He felt his cheeks heat at Jan's words and Jure chuckled. Kris simply rolled his eyes and went to take his seat.

They all began to eat and Bojan just tried to take everything in as they fell into easy conversation like nothing had happened.

His world tilted on its axis and…kept spinning, almost exactly the same as it had before. And surely, this would change things. Perhaps even his fears would be confirmed with time.

But for now, Bojan sat with four of his soulmates that he loved more than anyone else and simply let himself breathe.

Bojan was born with four stripes on his stomach. Yellow, red, purple and blue. And for the first time, his pink joined into the rainbow it created.

#my writing #poly! jo #joker out #I am too lazy to tag them all sorry it's like 12:20 am lmao

[athanza]

“Shell” (Part 1)

Eric Coulter X fem reader

Tags: Enemies to lovers (sort of??), hurt/comfort, slow burn, a touch of fluff.

TW: Fighting (canon violence), blood, knives, angst, abusive past, self-destructive behaviour, crying.

((Author’s note: Hi, I don’t write much on here, especially fics, but I needed to write some Eric content so bad. I hope you enjoy ^-^))

(Note: Initiates are aged up for this story)

Thank you @duramater97 for inspiring me :3

Part 2 Part 3

Despite being from Candor you were quiet, at least once you got to Dauntless. You were in over your head and were asking yourself every day why the hell you chose this faction when you could have lived a happy life in Amity? You supposed anything was better than home, but you still found yourself wishing you could just run away. Your trainer, and leader, was a tall piece of work named Eric Coulter. You wanted to punch him in the throat sometimes but you had to restrain yourself, you needed to pass the training, you needed to.

It was nearing the end of your training and you had slowly but steadily risen your way near the top, the top 3 in fact. You were a shy, lost little girl when you started despite being 23. You had fuck-all muscle tone and although your aim wasn’t too bad your endurance was terrible, but now, now you were strong; you worked hard, training for long hours throughout the day and on your days off, you ate better, and soon you pushed past the others. Your desperation to stay and prove yourself, not just to others, had pushed you past your limits to a place you never thought you’d ever be. You felt good, you felt ready, but knew you still needed to push through the last round before you could relax, before you could call yourself Dauntless.

“Faster!” Eric shouted over the beats of fists on the line of punching bags. “Remember, it’s not all about how hard you can punch! You can be as powerful as you like but if you’re slow you’re not gonna get far in a fight with someone faster than you!”

You breathed heavy through your teeth as you punched through the combinations despite your throat hurting from breathing so hard.

Eric walked past you and watched your technique intently. “Good, initiate.” He said before continuing.

A ping of confidence hit you but you didn’t let it phase you, you just kept going, not losing concentration.

“Time!” Eric yelled and everyone stopped, replacing the sound of thumping fists with heavy, desperate breathing.

One guy ran as far as he could to the side before throwing up. No one cared, they were just too exhausted.

“As you know, next week is the final round of your training, the fear landscape. Some of you have exceeded my expectations, I’ll admit, but some of you need to step it up before the test, you know who you are. You’ll have free time from now until Friday but I’d suggest you use that time to train. Dismissed.”

You didn’t want a week of free time, you wanted the test to be yesterday but you knew you needed at least one day to prepare your mind for the fear landscape. And you were right, you trained all week until the day before and spent the whole time going through every possibility that the simulation could possibly throw at you…there was just one that worried you. Deep water and claustrophobia you could push through but the third one you were afraid might break you despite what you had accomplished.

When Friday came and you waited outside the simulation room, watching one person after another either walk out crying or have to be carried out, you started to get nervous, the first time you had been nervous since you caught up on the scoring board. But when your name was called your mind almost stopped for a moment before being drowned with noise of fear and what ifs. The only sign you showed of being anxious was your picking at the skin on your thumb with your index finger. Four noticed this, the last time he had seen you do it was when you first arrived.

“You’ll be fine.” He said. You were comforted by the hint of compassion in his voice and you smiled a fraction before Eric yapped at you to hurry up and sit down. You didn’t bother looking at him, you just sat down and let them set you up.

“You’ll be seeing this?” You asked, looking at the monitor on the only table in the room.

“Yes.” Said Four, not making eye contact.

You put your head back and took a deep breath. You only just noticed you were shaking a little and before you knew it both Four and Eric were gone and the room began flooding with water through the door.

#Eric Coulter #divergent eric coulter oneshot #eric coulter x reader #divergent #Eric X reader #one shot #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

Fuck buddies VIII

Warning: swearing, bit of smut, alcohol

You’re torn. You want to comfort him, to tell him everything will be ok and that you forgive him but something stops you. You don’t want this self-destructive cycle to keep repeating over and over again. You just left an intelligent, attractive, funny man because of this man who constantly disappoints you, makes you feel bad about yourself and has no regard for anyone else’s feelings but his own. 

So why can’t I let him go?

You walk closer to Colson and he looks up at you, his face a mix of hopeful and fearful, and your heart sinks. As much as you want to be this hardass, cold woman who just tells him to fuck off and find someone else to fuck with, you know that’s not who you are. You won’t let him take that from you like he’s taken everything else. You sit down beside him, leaning your back against the wall and sigh deeply. You can smell the booze on him and it’s kind of suffocating but you ignore it.

“You’re not fucked up Kells,” you murmur and he raises his eyebrows at you, unconvinced. “I’m not saying you’re perfect but I guess I kind of get why you are the way you are.”

“Please enlighten me,” he slurs sarcastically and turns to stare at the wall in front of him.

“You’re just protecting yourself. You don’t want to be hurt so you lash out first. You don’t want anyone else to disappoint you or make you look like a fool so you just build up a wall and you fill the emptiness with booze, drugs and random women. You don’t want anyone to see the man behind the parties and concerts. You think if you put it all into your songs, people won’t really see the sensitive man inside, who just wants to be loved and needed.”

He doesn’t say anything for a while and your words just hang in the silence for what feels like forever. You knew what you were getting into when you started sleeping Colson. You had a pretty good understanding of the man he was before everything became so damn complicated between the two of you. You thought that his barriers meant there was no possible way you could fall for him. That it would be purely for pleasure and recreational purposes and nothing else. How fucking wrong you were about that.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Colson laughs without humour and shakes his head. 

You see a shift in his eyes and you brace yourself for his onslaught of insults and deflections. One thing he doesn’t like is being vulnerable or seen. “You don’t know fucking shit about me or who I am. You’re just some chick I fuck for fun every now and again. It doesn’t give you some window into my soul. Just because I fuck you, doesn’t make you special. I could have any fucking slut-”

“Oh shut the fuck up Colson!” you scream, hauling yourself to your feet angrily. “Give up with this macho bullshit. You can fuck or date anyone you want but no one will ever actually see what I see. I see who you are. You don’t have to hide it behind smokescreens and broken insults.”

You step over him and unlock your front door, leaving it slightly ajar behind you. You storm off to your bedroom and undress, throwing on a pair of sweats and removing your makeup. You’re trying to not let his words get to you but you’re just angry that you let him disappoint you again. You feel stupid for expecting that drunk or not, he may actually want to have an honest conversation with you. Take away all the shit of the last few weeks and just lay it all out. Even if you never talked about it again, at least you could hold onto that one conversation. For once in his life he’d actually let someone in but no, he was the same old fake Colson.

You come out of your bedroom and the apartment is quiet. You go back to your front door and it’s closed. You open it and the hallway is empty again. You figure he’s gone home to lick his wounds or find some party to have a meaningless hookup. You sit on your sofa and stare at the wall. You try so hard to not let that hurt but it does, no matter how hard you want to convince yourself it doesn’t. You rest your head back and look at the dark ceiling and remind yourself to breathe. You can only control your own actions. You can’t control anyone else’s, just how you react. You’re not going to keep letting him win. He doesn’t deserve to rule your emotions all the time.

“Where’s your date?” Colson’s voice in the darkness unleashes an involuntary yelp and you jump to your feet in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?!” you scream at him, your heart almost slamming out of your chest.

“You left the door open so I figured you were inviting me in,” he takes a swig from the beer in his hand and leans against the doorframe of your kitchen.

“And you thought you stand in the kitchen and not move for a whole 20 minutes to just mess with me or something?” you lift your hands behind your head to try and get as much air into your lungs as possible.

“And you’re avoiding my question. Where’s Jacob?” he scrunches his nose slightly when he says his name and you can’t help but find the actions endearingly cute.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were here?” you skirt around his question again.

Colson rolls his eyes and pushes off the doorframe. He puts his beer on your coffee table, not breaking stride while he does it. He stands so close that you can feel his breath on your face and suddenly you can’t breathe for a whole different reason. He places his hands on either side of your face, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes bore into yours and that spark of vulnerability flickers through them again.

“Where is he and will he be interrupting my plans to fuck your brains out?” Colson asks, articulating each word slowly and softly. 

You feel a quiver in your stomach and a moistness between your legs that you can’t control. Then as if like the flip of a coin, a white, hot anger fills every fibre of your being. You shove him away and as if instinctively he steps towards you again and before you can stop yourself, your hand whips out and slaps him, hard, across the cheek. You step back, your hand snapping to cover your mouth in shock. He looks at you, an unreadable emotion on his face. You’re not scared but you’re not exactly looking forward to Colson’s reaction. You want to apologise but then you remembered what he said and the rage replaces the shock and regret.

“How fucking dare you,” you spit at him. “After everything that’s happened, not just tonight but how you…how you left yesterday, you think I’d have sex with you?” 

His mood swings are giving you whiplash and every muscle in your body is tense and exhausted at the same time. Your head hurts trying to decipher his emotions and what he wants, as well as trying to work out what you want and need at this point. From him, from yourself, from your friendships. Which suddenly reminds you of a crazy thought you had earlier.

“Did you plan this evening?” you ask him, studying his reaction closely.

“What the fuck are you talking about? And also, ow,” he snarls at you. He flexes his jaws and snatches his beer back up. He takes a big gulp, pretty much draining the bottle and slams it back down, causing you to flinch. 

“Did you make sure I was at dinner tonight so you could rub Carly in my face but it backfired because Jacob was there?” he snorts and turns to walk to the kitchen but you’re quicker than him in his drunk state. You move around the coffee table so you’re blocking him from the kitchen and you fold your arms over your chest. “You did, didn’t you? I bet it drove you crazy that I ruined your little game. You wanted to dangle her in front of me because you know she drives me crazy and you thought it would make me throw myself at you but I had a date.”

“You sound fucking ridiculous right now,” he smiles at you but it doesn’t reach his eyes and his voice is rigid.

“You knew you fucked up sneaking out and instead of admitting that and apologising, you thought you’d trick me into sleeping with you again? It must have taken all your self control not to do something at dinner,” you laugh at how badly his night backfired on him and you can’t believe you actually convinced yourself he’s above petty shit.

Before you can tease him anymore, he’s pushing you against the wall, pressing his entire body against yours to hold you still. Your mouth goes dry and your lungs tighten. You try to thrash against him and curse him out but he puts his hand over your mouth and shoves his knee between your legs, pressing it against your pussy and you yelp into his hand.

“It took every fucking ounce of my strength to not reach across the table and rip his goddamn throat out every time he made you laugh, every time his kissed you or touched you,” his voice is so steady and his tone so assured, you don’t question anything he’s telling you. “Don’t for a second think it didn’t cross my mind.”

You stare at him and he drops his hand from your mouth, only to wrap his long fingers around your throat. He squeezes for a second, then releases the pressure but doesn’t drop his hand. You’re trying to process his words but you’re so turned on by the closeness of his body, his touch that you can’t think straight. You want him to say more. You want him to admit why Jacob bothered him so much if fucking you doesn’t ‘make you special’. 

Fucking pull yourself together woman! Make him tell you why! Your subconscious scolds you and you decide to actually listen to her for once.

“Why?” you breathe, staring at his face so intently he has to look away. He pushes away from the wall and you feel desperate for his touch again.

“Just–fuck. Can’t you just trust me? Please?” he begs you, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration.

“I just want to know why Colson. Why did you want to make me jealous, why did Jacob bother you so much? I just…” you look at him desperate for answers, just one answer at least, anything.

He doesn’t speak. The silence feels hopeless, never ending and deafening all at the same time. You feel yourself growing more and more self-conscious the longer he just stares at you. You just want some sign from him that everything that he’s done to you or said to you has had some meaning, some stupid, selfish purpose because at least then it meant something. Then, as if he can read your thoughts, he moves towards you again. Grabbing you roughly, he crashes his lips to yours in the most desperate, needy kiss you’ve ever shared with him and everything fades. All you can feel is him.

“I… I need you,” he murmurs against your lips.

#colson baker #machine gun kelly #mgk #tickets to my downfall #mgk imagine #ttmdf #colson x reader #colson baker imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #mgk x reader #mgk angst #mgk x y/n #mgkxx #mgk fanfic #mgk smut #colson baker smut #colson baker x reader #colsonbaker

[bonesandthebees]

And now we get the incredibly fun side of Wilbur’s self-blame, which is just full-on self-destruction. He’s angry at himself, but he’s still not that good at dealing with and/or recognising his own emotions. As a result, he wants the people around him to reflect those emotions.

He is angry at himself, so Tommy should be angry at him. He wants Tommy to be angry at him. He even tells him so. Wilbur is trying to punish himself for messing up. He think he should be punished, that Tommy should be punishing him.

It says a lot about how he was formed into the Pythia. Every time he stepped out of line he probably got punished. He got hit for holding on to his name until he stopped. He got thrown into a system constantly reinforcing how he should behave and probably getting angry when he messed up. So some part of Wilbur’s brain is wired to expect that punishment. To think he deserves it.

We’ve seen it before too. Wilbur has constantly been expecting punishment from the Deathlings. The most prominent one is after trying to kill Tommy, but Phil didn't punish him back then (in fact, it just made him more worried) and he won’t do so now.

Still, Wilbur thinks he deserves that anger. Even when he’s terrified of it. So even if he doesn’t want to tell Phil and Techno, he does. And there’s this fun little duality of Wilbur thinking he should be punished and actively trying to active that while also just wanting to be comforted even if he doesn’t think he deserves it. He hugs Tommy even though he ‘should’ be mad at him. He doesn't want Phil to be mad at him because he feels safe with him.

Also, some examples of Wilbur being self-destructive via trying to get people to be mad at him: [“Tommy saw my eyes,” he blurted out. / “Aren’t you going to get on with it?” /“You sent Tommy away so you could get pissed without him arguing with you, right?”/ “Let’s stop beating around the bush. I killed your kid. / “I had a vision about it,”]

At first he’s trying to get to the anger explosion quicker because he can’t bear the waiting any longer. Then he’s again expecting it when Phil sends Tommy away. And when he still doesn’t get the anger he expects / ‘wants’ he tries to edge Phil on and make him angry. He doesn’t need to tell Phil he had a vision, but he feels like that would make him angry (because that’s why he’s angry at himself, so surely Phil will be angry too).

Over all this entire conversation feels very similar to the earlier chapters where Wilbur was limit testing and trying to get a rise. He’s acting like he lose all the progress he made with Phil and Techno relationship wise because he thinks that what will happen. It’s interesting how Wilbur always keeps overestimating the consequences of his actions while Tommy keeps underestimating them.

(3/3)

-🌲

YUP he's trying to get everyone around him to be as upset with him as he is at himself, because it doesn't make sense otherwise. why wouldn't they be upset with him? they have every right to be! he fucked up. it's his fault. at least that's what's going on in his head

he's wired to expect punishment :)

it was really interesting to write this kind of backwards slide in wilbur's mentality for this chapter. because yes he's going back to that old mentality he had after he first tried to kill tommy where he was expecting punishment, but so much has changed since then. hence why he still wants comfort even though he knows tommy should be angry with him. hence why he desperately hopes phil won't be upset with him even though he thinks the odds are impossible, whereas last time he didn't have the slightest bit of hope. he just thought phil was going to kill him bc he didn't know phil very well yet. now he does.

he's trying to point out why they need to be mad at him. and it doesn't work. he's just waiting for it to happen, for it to finally click and for the others to see what he's seeing.

exactly, again it's a backwards slide into that old mindset he had. but this time around it doesn't last very long because he knows phil. he knows tommy. he knows techno. when they tell him they're not mad at him, he knows they're not lying.

#ask #spruce anon #through a glass divine #glass ch 22

[poly-thot-one-piece-edition]

Hat Trick

Eustass Kid x cisfem!Reader x Trafalgar Law

CW: Language, violence, sexual themes, crass humor -

Summary: Hat Trick is a purely self-indulgent story. It's more porn than plot (at least at the start), but there's a story in there too.

It's my first multi-love story, and little slow going, but I hope you enjoy it.

18+ as always.

Chapter 4: Lawfully

The rest of the evening with Kid went well enough. He really enjoyed the older version of the movie, and you were able to watch most of it. You did hide into his chest a couple times, and he even told you when the offending scene was over, so you didn’t have to peek at your own risk.

It was really sweet, and not surprising. You had long since known that despite the bravado and attitude, Kid was kind. It was selective to people he cared about, and he could be a feral bastard when it concerned others, but sometimes a feral bastard was what was needed.

He left shortly after, and even in those few hours it had become more comfortable and more natural to touch and kiss one another. The apprehensive nervousness had melted away quickly, likely due to how long you had been friends. Even going into work with your next shift together was comfortable. Eustass laid off his usual levels of teasing and flirting, but he didn’t stop completely, so it didn’t feel weird.

It was a relief to, when Law and his friends came in to work out that nothing had changed between them. Or, if it had, it wasn’t obvious enough for you to pick up on.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday passed with ease, and you wished Eustass and Law well on their date. Law rolled his eyes at your word choice, but Kid laughed, promising to buy him dinner first.

You weren’t going to know how things went, part of the agreement was to not ask about it. It was mostly to keep Kid and Law from competing, but it was also so that no matter what happened no one else was worrying about the others gossiping. The three of you getting together once a month gave you all a chance to talk about what had been going on.

Everyone would be there, and that way no one was saying something secretly, or twisting facts to suit one or the other.

Not that you felt Kid or Law were duplicitous in the slightest. Kid was entirely too blunt to be deceptive, and while Law was strategic, he wouldn’t stoop to something like that. He’s more likely to decimate someone with facts - though you could see him being immeasurably deceitful and cruel if it was necessary to protect his crew. Kid would just burn the city down, but Law would cause the city to fall in on itself and see blame laid at the feet of whomever he wanted blamed for it.

Then there was Luffy. He was more to the point like Kid, but with less anger. Blunt like a hammer, destructive like a wrecking ball, with a fierce sense of personal honor. In the end you were glad all three weren’t your enemies, and relieved to know they were in alliance with one another.

The idea of them fighting one another left you thinking the Metro wouldn’t survive it - and this was a city that had weathered four emperors and seven warlords for decades at this point.

Whatever the case, Friday came, and that evening Law knocked at your door.

You were just as nervous with Law as you had been with Eustass.

He took off his heeled boots as the door closes behind him. A full six inches shorter than Eustass, the six-inch step up from the entrance to the hall wasn’t enough to have you and Law eye to eye, but it was closer.

Law takes his hat off and sets it on your head. “Should I get comfortable on the couch, or somewhere else, (Y/N)-ya?” He asks, his voice even and reassuring.

You take a step back, pulling the hat’s brim down a bit to hide your blushing face. “C-Couch.”

As he walks by, he ruffles the hat a little bit. “We’ll go at your pace, so just breathe.”

“Kid said something similar,” you admit, smiling a bit as you hear him grunt a little. “Are you hungry? I can order something.”

“I could eat,” he answers, sitting down on the couch. “Thai’s fine.”

Your mouth was open, but you snapped it shut, feeling your cheeks go hot. “Okay maybe I do order Thai too much.”

“The place nearby is good,” he admits, patting the couch next to him. “Order in a little bit, come and sit first.”

You smile a little to yourself, deciding to keep it tucked away how similar these two were. The little differences between them were enough to keep them from being clones, but that quiet kindness was the same. For Eustass it was tucked underneath a rough exterior and a loud voice, with Law it was hidden behind a well-practiced look of apathy and a tone that often sounded irritated before things had even started.

Instead of sitting beside him, you point to his lap. “May I?”

Law brings his legs together and opens his arms, a pleased smirk on his face as you straddle his lap the same way you had Kid’s. Your knees sink into the couch this time, Law’s body is lankier than Kid’s as he’s almost half as wide. He’s lithe and dexterous and built for parkour and suspension bondage – Eustass is a tank built to hold people in place while he rigs them into suspension bondage. You shove the thought into the back of your mind, dismissing it as Kid’s fault that you’ve had bondage on your mind since Monday.

Law’s cool hands are on your thighs. His expressions are more subtle than Eustass’, but there’s no mistaking the content look on his face right now.

“May I kiss you, Trafalgar Law?” You ask, cheeks going red and your eyes shifting away from his gaze as those pale yellow eyes threaten to cut you open and expose your soul as easily as breathing.

“As much as you wish,” he replies, his hands moving up your thighs to your lower back as lean forward. One hand on his chest, your other hand tilting back his hat that you’re still wearing, you lean down enough to brush your lips across his lightly. A soft zing of pleasure shivers down from your lips to your chest and you hear the same almost shivering gasp from him as you both catch your breath.

There’s a nearly palpable shift between the two of you. The hat falls to the couch as his hand was in your hair, cradling your head. Your body pressed against his as your lips crashed into one another. It was desperate frenzy as you both needed to be closer, to push into one another. You needed the cool doctor to ignite, you needed the soft taste of fruit and tea to disappear in the haze of pleasure as your tongues stole air from each other’s lungs.

The rush of pleasure and the lack of air has your dizzy and when you finally break the kiss Law needs to steady you as your head spins. Soft kisses from Law fall onto your neck and collarbone as you catch your breath.

“What the hell was that?” You gasp. It’s a purely rhetorical question, but the rush still has your head spinning.

“Attraction.” Law answers flatly.

Something about how he says it has you giggling. The giggle turns into a laugh and you’re looking into his eyes as the laugh turns into a wide smile, one that’s reflected on the somber man’s face as you put your forehead against his. You’ve seen Law smile genuinely maybe a dozen times in all the time you’ve known him, but this smile is somehow more beautiful and precious than any before it.

You tilt your head enough to kiss him again, softly, but persistently. Quiet gentle kisses exchanged between the two of you for a few moments as you sink comfortably against him.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur softly, and feel him tense. “I’m sorry I took so long, I’m sorry I fell for two.” You kiss him again and feel him relax. “I’m sorry we’re doing something so complicated. I’m sorry I couldn’t decide.”

His hands cup your face, holding you back a little and catching your gaze. The expression on his face is almost frustratingly neutral. “You have nothing to apologize for. I knew what I was getting into.” He pulls your face to his, kissing you softly. “I recall specifically telling you not to feel guilty, remember?”

You smile sweetly. “You did, my apologies.” You lean in, kissing him again before leaning back.

“Should I put that food order in? I rented a movie as well,” you explain, turning a bit look at the title again. “It’s called Clue, it’s an older movie, but it has multiple endings. It was that or something cerebral, and I figured it was better to go with something lighter.”

“Keeping things simple the first time?” He muses, and you nod. There’s a flicker on the stoic face and he lets a sigh slip. “It seems I’m a little jealous after all.”

“Hm?”

“You are not more, or less, to whoever is first with you, or who isn’t.” He says, “but it bothers me that he’ll get to hear you first.”

Your face goes red as you realize what he’s talking about. “It’s -.”

“We’re not going to have sex together at the same time,” he interrupts, his arms pulling you close as his low voice slips into your ear. “So someone was going to be first, and someone was going to have to wait. I’m not mad. I’m not complaining,” His tone is comforting, and his hands are moving over your back, sending little shivers through you. “But, if you’re okay with it, I’d like to hear you first.”

“Th-that’s…”

“You don’t need to do anything to me in return, (Y/N)-ya.” He assures you. “I won’t even need to take your clothes off.” His teeth tease your earlobe. “I won’t see anything first; I just want to hear you.”

“It feels like I’d be being unfair to you.” You admit.

“I promise, I’ll get all I want from it.”

You can practically feel the heat radiating off your face. “S-Sure, then.”

“Green?”

You nod. “Green.”

“Turn around, (Y/N)-ya,” he says, helping you shift so your back is to his chest, your legs on either side of his. He leans you back so your head is resting against his shoulder, and his hands slide down the front of you. “Relax, I’m not going to take anything off, I just want to hear you cum.”

His hands, cool to the touch with long fingers, disappear under your shirt and move over the curve of your bra. Dexterous fingers slip under the fabric of your bra and begin to tease your nipples. The soft cool touch sends shivers through you, causing your back to arch a little, and soft gasps to escape you. You can feel Law’s hot breath against your neck as he kisses the crook of it softly, wordlessly beckoning you to stay against him.

The cool sensation of his touch melts into something warm as the heat rises in you. You could feel yourself getting wet as he teases your stiff nipples. It send shivers of pleasure through you, and it was turning you on, but it wasn’t going to be enough. If it was, it was going to take forever to get you there, and the goal wasn’t to tease you for ages.

“Ah-mmm, Law, p-please,” your legs flex and you gasp as he pinches your nipples a little roughly.

“It’s not quite enough, is it?” He asks, his voice stern and almost apologetic.

You shake your head a little, your hands trembling against your shirt, shivering against the hands teasing you from under your shirt. “Hngh – it f-feels good, but, I n-need more, please!”

His left hand continues to tease your breast, his right hand traveling slowly down your stomach. “I promise I won’t go inside you,” he purrs into your ear. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

You make a strangled needy sound, your hand going over your eyes as you can feel your face practically glowing.

“My… um…”

“Be very specific, (Y/N)-ya, I’ll touch you exactly where you say.” He promises, his fingers teasing along the waist band of your pants. “I know my studious little polyglot remembers the proper term.” His lips brush against the flushed sensitive skin of your neck and you weren’t sure for a moment that you knew the proper term for yourself.

“G-glans clitoris… Clitoris glans?” You chuckle nervously, “I don’t remember my name right now.” You admit, tilting your head toward his neck and shifting enough to lick just below his ear. “Please, Law.”

You could hear him suck in a breath just as he spread his legs, opening yours wide as his fingers slipped past your waist band, under your panties and against your clit. His left-hand tenses against your breast, holding you against his chest as you buck against the sudden pleasure, your earlier begging turning into a sweet moan right by his ear.

You squirm against the pleasure, caught and held against his taut body. Skilled fingers tease your clit and relentlessly tease your nipple as you shiver against him. You can feel the cool metal of his rings against your skin, your arms pinned behind his, fingers grasping for the parts of him that they could reach. You weren’t even sure when he had moved to hold you in place like this, but the rising pleasure was intense, and you could only endure it.

A rough kiss, barely restrained, against the rise of your shoulder pushes you over the edge.

“L-Laaa-hhnngh!” His name melts into the sound of your orgasm as your body shudders against him. You let the gasping moans tumble from your lips as his fingers help you ride the wave of pleasure completely. Collapsing against him, twitching as his fingers tease you one last time before leaving you to catch your breath, your legs twitch against his, still trying to close from the pleasure.

You’re vaguely aware of him sucking the tips of his fingers clean as you catch your breath, and the act makes the heat rush back into your face. “That was delicious, (Y/N)-ya.” He says, his voice even and matter-of-fact.

That unshakable calm runs a pleasurable chill down your neck, but also makes you wonder what you could do to shake it. You move to get up and Law’s arms wrap around you. There’s enough resistance to stop you, but not enough to hold you if you decide to keep moving. You lean back and the scruff of his goatee tickles your neck as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

“Stay like this,” he requests. “Just for a moment.”

“Sure.” You reply, rubbing your cheek against his softly. “You okay?”

“I am.” He assures you, kissing your check. “However this goes, without worrying about the alliance, you tell me if he hurts you. Accidental or otherwise. No matter what you choose, even if I’ve said I need time, understand?”

“You make it sound like you’ve given up.” You say sadly. You hadn’t meant to make it sound like Eustass was going to be your pick just because you had decided to sleep with him that way first.

Law nips your ear, teasing the tingling flesh between his teeth for a moment and eliciting a soft moan from you. “I haven’t. I just wanted to say as much now. Besides – here, get up for a moment.” He says, letting you go and letting your stand up. He leans back against the couch, draping his arms over the back of it. “I think you haven’t realized you have four choices you can make at the end of this, (Y/N)-ya.”

Your head tilts. “Four?” Law nods, but doesn’t say anything. You start counting on your fingers. “One, the other, neither…” You pause and your brows furrow. “Both?” He gives you an easy smile and you feel your face flush again. “I… I thought that, um, wasn’t… possible. You two don’t really, I mean…”

You sit down on the coffee table, hands on your knees, looking down at the carpet between you and Law. “I don’t know what to think about that.”

“Then for now, don’t think about it.” He says easily. “There’s two full months and change between now and then. You don’t have to decide in the next few minutes, or the next few days.” He puts his hat back on your head. “For now, order some Thai, start the movie, and let me steal another kiss or two before the evening’s done.”

Law reaches out and tilts your chin up, kissing the tip of your nose. “And I promise it will be a good evening for me.”

#Hat Trick #eustass kid #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #x reader #one piece fanfiction #modern au

[meowthefluffy]

I have Thoughts about the Evil King AU... Namely just how Roman's utter devotion is what's going to doom him. All he wants is to love Virgil and have Virgil love him back, and it gets so out of control, because Roman doesn't know where to stop and Virgil has very loose morals. Loving Virgil is the thing that will be his destruction.

Conversely, Virgil is almost certainly doomed to be alone. He was alone, isolated by his distrust, before he let Roman in, and he will be alone when Roman inevitably gets himself killed trying to protect his King. Even if/when Roman comes back (because I loved that concept so much), Virgil will surely have a hard time letting his guard down, a hard time believing that Roman won't just be ripped away from him again, and thus push Roman away.

I just love that they are, by nature, doomed by the narrative. Makes you feel almost bad for them, but then there's the Crimes Against All That Is Good.

YOU, YOU GET THIS AU!!!

They are doomed!!! From the moment they meet each-other their fate is sealed, and they know it! They know from the start there is no way this can end happily.

Roman knows that loving Virgil is going to get him killed, but he’s willing to risk it for a chance at loving Virgil, at least for a while. Not even necessarily in a reciprocated way either. When Roman signs on to be Virgil’s guard he doesn’t except to become Virgil’s mistress or anything like that. He is fully prepared to be used up and die pining after a man who will never look his way. So when Virgil DOES love him he holds tight to it. He holds tightly to the idea that his feelings are not misplaced.

But even when he has everything he could have ever wanted he’s never truly at ease, never truly off the job. Because he’s Guard first, mistress second, and ROMAN third. He’s willing to lose himself, his hopes and dreams for a life beyond his fanatical obsession for a chance at being with Virgil.And he knows that his place at Virgil’s side is nothing but a target on his back

And Virgil knows it too. He knows that Roman is going to in the line of fire. He knows that Roman is his final defense, and with all the people who want him dead it’s not a good idea to get attached. Roman isn’t his first personal guard and he won’t be the last. Worst case scenario Roman does his job a bit too well and ends up dead.

Best case scenario Virgil ends up dead.

A part of him always tenses when Roman has his sword out. A part of him is always expecting it to be at his throat. Virgil isn’t a fool, he knows Roman’s “HISTORY” with the rebellion.

But he pushes the fear and paranoia aside every time. Because every time Roman smiles and Virgil forgets what he was fearful of. He loves Roman so much it hurts, because Roman is the only thing that makes him forget. Forget who he is, forget what he’s done.

To his people, to his servants, to his family.

To Roman.

And he holds tightly that feeling of freedom, he holds so tightly he’s sure if it had been anyone else he’d have surely suffocated them. But Roman is in just as deep and doesn’t notice the lack of air anymore. When Virgil sees the red flags all he notices is their resemblance to Roman’s eyes.

Virgil knows that every step he takes to protect Roman takes him closer to his life becoming a self fulfilling prophecy. Every person he kills for getting too close has a family member joining the rebellion in revenge. His love and obsession with Roman blinds him to the Nobels in his ranks scheming against him, but it doesn’t blind him to kill others under the false pretense of being traitors. Without Roman Virgil wouldn’t be nearly as liberal with the executions and thus the Rebellion wouldn’t have the power or strength to cause a real threat.

The strength and power to get Roman out of the way.

Their love is what will be their doom but they dare to love anyway.

#CAN YOU TELL I LOVE THIS AU #evil king au #self fulfilling prophecy my beloved #prinxiety #tsVirgil #Virgil sanders #tsRoman #Roman sanders #Roman angst #angst all around honesty #murder mention #murder ment tw

[sabo-has-my-heart]

I Wannna Be Yours

Warnings: angst

Word Count:970

I woke up tonight and chose pain! This is a prequel to The First Snow of the Season. From Sabo’s perspective.

Closing his eyes, Sabo took a deep breath. He was helping Koala grab some things from her house that they’d need for the rally, that meant seeing you. It meant trying not to stare at you, trying not to give you longing looks, trying not to hang onto your every word. He’d said his usual polite hello, how’re you doing? He’d talked about helping your sister with some of their things for the rally, that was all he was allowed. He couldn’t let himself get close, not when you had eyes for Ace. Hearing you laugh at something Ace was doing or saying had him taking a shuddering breath. Oh how he wanted to hear that laugh directed towards him, he wanted to see that sparkle in your eyes when you looked at him. 

“Ready, Sabo?” Koala’s voice asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Ready. See you later Ace, Y/n!” Sabo called, heading for the door. Sabo was almost thankful for being out of the apartment. It meant that he didn’t have to see the way you looked at Ace, didn’t have to hold himself back from rushing over to you and confessing, from pulling you into a passionate kiss. His desire for you had him feeling like he was burning up, like it was going to incinerate him from the inside out. No, he just needed to wait, wait until Ace and you got together, once you got together, you’d be ‘off limits’. Even if he still yearned for you after you started dating Ace, you’d be taken, he could look for a date and try to get over you because you’d be out of his reach. His heart still held too much hope right now to date, you were single, you were so close, so close that he was easily able to imagine holding you in his arms. The idea of you dating Ace hurt, it made him want to throw up, it always made him feel like this. Anyone else and he wouldn’t hesitate to shove them aside, wouldn’t hesitate to try and make you see him, to flatter you and show you how great you were. But this wasn’t just your closest friend, this was his brother. His brother was the only person anywhere close to good enough for an angel like you. Still, with every step that he took away from you, his heart felt heavier and heavier, oh how he wished to stay there with you, to listen to you talk about anything and everything. He knew he had it bad, but he couldn’t stop himself, he knew because he’d already tried. Dating other people, throwing himself entirely into their rallies, burying himself in his work, drowning himself in school and his studies, but none of it had worked. No, he couldn’t let this get to him, he’d drive himself insane this way. Not that he wasn’t half crazy anyway, at least, according to Koala and some of the others in their group. They probably weren’t entirely wrong, despite his gentlemanly exterior and warm, friendly smile, he had a tendency to be a little ‘feral’ as his friends had phrased it. 

Collapsing on the couch, Sabo sighed, you’d been on his mind all day, to the point where he’d had a hard time focusing on the rally. Thankfully, few people noticed and those that did seemed to believe the lie that he told them. He wanted you, he wanted you so much, at the same time, he didn’t just want you, he wanted to be yours. To be yours and to have you be his. He let an arm fall over his eyes, trying to calm his breathing. Could he really let his brother have you? Could he really live with that? He’d spent so much time telling himself that it would be okay, so long as you were happy, it would be okay, but would it? What if the longing didn’t go away? What if he spiraled into self destruction? Did Ace even like you back? Did he notice your affections? No, he had to have noticed by now, even Luffy would have noticed it by now. The sound of his phone ringing drew another sigh from him, answering to hear Koala’s frantic voice.

“Koala! Calm down! I have no idea what you’re saying!” Sabo snapped irritably.

“It’s Y/n! She’s missing! Ace, I don’t… we can’t find her!” the young woman blurted out. Sabo felt ice fill his veins, immediately sitting up.

“Is Ace there?” Sabo demanded, Koala’s frantic ‘yes’ barely intelligible, “Put him on.” Sabo ordered. 

“Sabo, do you have any idea-”

“What happened!” Sabo damn near shouted, not caring that he’d just cut his brother off.

“W-what?” Ace asked, surprised.

“I said ‘what happened?’, now hurry the fuck up and tell me!” Sabo growled, hurrying to put his shoes back on and grab his coat.

“She… she ran off. I was… I was telling her about a… girl I like.” Ace said. Sabo could tell there were things that his brother wasn’t telling him, but that didn’t matter.

“A girl? Please tell me the girl was her!” Sabo begged, worried about how you’d react if it wasn’t. A simple ‘no’ was barely audible over the phone, Sabo cussing as he grabbed his things and flung the door open.

“You fucking idiot! Fuck, just leave this to me, I have an idea where she is and I guarantee she’s not going to want to see you.” Sabo said before hanging up. He had to hurry, there was no telling how long you’d been out in this cold, to say nothing of the fact that you were likely heartbroken and sobbing. You’d probably be there, be where it had all began, his only question now was what state you’d be in.

#one piece sabo #Sabo the revolutionary #Chief of staff Sabo #one piece reader insert #angst

[salamifuposey]

Lemonade - Chapter 19 - Dayley vs The Gods of Aurea

Chapter 19 - Dayley vs The Gods of Aurea

A lot has happened since Lemmy and his partners had arrived the Brightburn Tower. Since then, the tower had already collapsed, as such was the decision called by God Himself, after witnessing that one of the Anagi who happens to be Dayley Sparks stepped on his sacred hallmark, the tower where Gods would seemingly be created.

Not only that, God made the decision to call forth His own creations, which was Amea, the Goddess of Peace and Tranquility, Duran, the God of War and Bloodshed and Sabre, the God of Wisdom and Knowledge.

These three combined, God plotted to have them finally unleash justice upon those who defied him, including the Anagi themselves, who he called deluded for impinging their own ideals and wanting to be more self-righteous than God itself, as they trick and allude the world to think of it as less harsher than it is.

Dayley, who had just seemingly learned all about this, felt anguished over the fact that his kindred were so oppressed and tried to take Vonderv as hostage, only to not be able to go forth with it, due to his weakness to kill anyone with his fist or power. Influenced and corrupted from his own original world, he merely wanted out of it, having his heart now crushed over the ones he had saved merely thinking he was plotting.

Even worse, he felt guilty of being the one to blame for the tower's destruction, thinking that, had he not stepped in there, the tower would have probably continued to exist.

Due to all this, the Anagi now run at the risk of going into extinction, by God's wish.

"..."

Dayley's heart just then, had sunk to a new low, feeling like he was losing hope little by little.

He too felt oppressed by it, as he shared the energy of the Anagi, despite being a distant relative from across another dimension, as he grieved for them.

Even worse, he stood before three entities, these wanting to strike him down by God's will.

"... What..."

"... W-what is that?..."

"... Are those... Gods?..."

As these giant entities both blessed and cursed him with their light, the Gods intended everything but good for thing, as they were merely following God's instructions, having been summoned by him to bring their fury towards him, to finally put a stop to the Anagi person and carry on with his oath.

Dayley's body then trembled upon such sight, being both honored and frightened by them.

"... I..."

"... I just wish I didn't have to meet them like this..."

"... Now, I'm just... like a pebble in a road..."

Dayley then wondered why go through such lengths.

"... Why..."

"... Why get rid of me like this?..."

"... Am I that threatening?..."

He didn't want to think of himself as such, but truthfully, he already called himself a monster several points during his living, wishing he didn't have them and yet, there he was, standing before them, brandishing such powers.

He witnessed Lemmy and his other friends, including his mother, flee out of this, while they looked at awe over the Gods, wondering if they were even supporting him or rather, wanted him to be dead or dying in a ditch.

"... A-at least they're living..."

"... T-that's..."

"... All that matters..."

Lemmy and friends were then shocked, as Dayley stood before these entities.

"... W-what the hell is going on around here?!" Lemmy absolutely freaked, as he couldn't even believe his own eyes of these so called entities making a presence before them.

"Is he going to fight against them on his own?!" Adven then felt worried over what this could possibly mean for her friend who she had just met, still shocked having learned about him having been in the tower and learned about him being the one that protected her.

"What was Dayley doing in the tower in the first place?!" Lemmy's mother couldn't even believe she was around to witness this, as she never knew there were Gods of such level on this dimension patrolling it.

"... What on Earth is he?!"

Adven then tried to explain, albeit quite breath-taken by the Gods haunting these plains.

"... I don't know who that guy is, but he's a Anagi!" She hoped to clear things up for Lemmy's mother, who had little knowledge in the situation. "He's a freaking god-like entity who's energy is even beyond light itself! They're supposed to be energy amazons shared throughout the galaxy to protect each dimension!"

"Dayley? Dayley Sparks?!" Lady Miriam herself couldn't even believe the young chipmunk's words, as she uttered words like god-like and light.

"A protector?..."

Adven felt bad over him being so cornered by these entities, as this could only mean him being erased out of existence and the Anagi kind as well.

"... Wait, where's Hector and Jayt?!" Lady Miriam then actively searched around in vain.

In reality, Hector and Jayt had split off from the group, while Naddy ran off with Lemmy.

As they then looked around after running off and fleeing from the tower, they soon witnessed Dayley, who was just above them and the three God-like entities who were about to try to defeat him before their very eyes.

"... The hell is that?!" Hector then became frightened as he stared at these entities hovering not far from them, as they were about to bring down justice against the trespasser.

"... Dayley's going to fight against them?!" Even Jayt felt pretty alarmed by it, as he wondered just how strong Dayley was and feeling frightened he even got involved with such a man in the first place.

"... At least, we're far enough so they can't reach us!..." Hector then only hoped for the other ones to be safe, but he believed having Lady Miriam's squad was more than enough to protect them.

"... I can't say the same about Dayley though!... Who knows what'll happen to this guy right here!..."

Just then, as Dayley tried to surveille and watch over Lemmy and all those that surrounded him, in hopes they'd keep themselves at a distance, albeit slightly shocked over being stared at so much, one of the Gods then caught him off guard, as they lunged themselves against him to strike them down with her giant wings.

This was the Goddess of Peace and Tranquility, Amea, who was trying to strike him down, all while receiving that blow forcefully, sending him flying off the distance with great strength.

"... H-hah!..." Despite this, it seemed like he didn't suffer any big blow, as he only felt like he had his body projected and distanced off from her, all while she spread her wings to unleash her next attack.

Compared to them, Dayley was about as big to the Gods as a fly to them, similarly as to when he was afflicted by his former condition that kept him shrunk to a size, as he flew while dodging all of her attacks.

Just then, a beam of light suddenly struck him down, enveloping all around his body, its aim supposedly to burn him dead and cleanse him from the acts he had committed up to this day, to completely purge him.

"... Woah!" Lemmy then got shocked seeing such a God being so vengeful towards him.

"... Wait!" Adven then tried to watch over the fight, almost fearing for the worst.

Just then, Dayley still seemed like he was with no wounds whatsoever, as he mired shockingly at his own body surviving all those blows from it, breath-taken that he was surviving from the attacks of a God herself.

"... H-hah... H-how?!..."

But just as he was about to try to get back to Amea, another God got him off guard as well, this time, being Sabre, the God of Wisdom and Knowledge who held a magic tome and had just released a thousand spells upon him, a special concoction derived only from one single spell that used all elements of the galaxy upon him.

As these spells enveloped Dayley, he truly felt like he was in actual pain.

"... Hah!... What was that?!..." Lady Miriam for once, actually feared for Dayley's life.

"I-I don't know! Sabre's a special tome fighter! He read all of the books scattered across the galaxy, that's why he's called the God of Knowledge and Wisdom! He's read tomes as well, meaning he can cast spells to his benefit!" Even Vonderv didn't realize Sabre had so much power within him despite his title.

Despite this, Dayley, after that surge of power and magic faded out, still seemed unfazed by it, all while the magic and spells broke out of his body.

"... H..."

"... H-how..."

As he looked upon his hands while he was about to fall, Duran, the God of War and Bloodshed, then immediately cornered Dayley, making him completely vulnerable to his collection of weapons.

"... H-hah!"

Just then, Duran, with his giant Dullahan-like appearance, completely shot his large arsenal at him, fires shot against him and throughout his whole body, feeling like his body was constantly being tortured by it.

Machine guns, revolvers, snipers, shotguns, to different kinds of blades then tried to pierce them, even though it was all for naught, as his body merely recoiled them back, while he became horrified of what he was just witnessing, as the Gods tried to massacre his very own being by God's orders.

Just then, he had suffered a blow that sent him flying down towards the ground, as he impacted and made a crater on these plains, stopping him only but temporarily from receiving such burden from the Gods themselves.

At that moment, Dayley was looking above the skies, wondering about his true call, all while noticing his unscathed body and wondering how he even had such power to endure such attacks from magnificent God entities.

"... W..."

"... What am I?..."

More than anything, he felt tortured. Massacred and feeling like he had to atone for his sins, each and every single one of them, all while he got those blows from them.

"..."

"... Maybe..."

"... Maybe I do deserve it..."

Despite this, he was still frightful of it, his heart now racing and trying to catch up to the God's speed, as his body tried to lift himself of the ground slowly, as he was not in a hurry.

As he stood before them, the Gods out sizing Dayley actually became frightful of him and their desires to annihilate him grew even further as he tried to look back to them. Even so, he felt like he at least had to go through the effort of dodging these attacks, all while they were trying to purge him.

As Lemmy and those that surrounded him watched him at awe, he then flew off, trying to watch over the Gods while remaining at a distance, as his cape fluttered in the wind, his eyes still fearful over his own fate.

While the Gods tried to strike him back, Dayley, after receiving those blows, actually grew accustomed to their speed and the attacks they threw afterwards were barely dodged by him, as he tried to fly back and try to calm these entities, in hopes they wouldn't harm anyone else.

Having no longer concern over himself, Amea, the Goddess, then tries to swing him back with her heavenly staff, which was hidden behind her back, all while Dayley tried defending himself from her.

Feeling like he had everything but peace and tranquility and feeling like he had atoned for his sins enough as it is, simply because he lived hell every day on his mind, he then elbowed Amea towards the ground, after catching her off guard just above her back, trying to put a stop to her heavenly rays.

Sabre then came, bestowed with tomes and knowledge, as he tried to envelop Dayley once more, this time, sending him a Death magic spell that would be sure to put a stop to him, as it used all the damage spells from the galaxy to annihilate anything that stood in his path.

Dayley, feeling like he was devoid of wisdom and knowledge by having been shielded off from having a ordinary life, by simply being secluded and forced to be a hero against his own will, gut punched Sabre and then held down his hands together to also knock Sabre down, even temporarily, by also hitting him on his back.

Afterwards, Duran, the God of War and Bloodshed, lent his arsenal once more, this time using all of it, right down to his very last weapon, not caring in the slightest over lost ammo or bullets. Bullets were all that it rained, all upon Dayley and towards his body, while whips secured him tightly.

Dayley, also feeling like he was corrupted by unnecessary bloodshed and weapons and influenced by his men despite feeling like they were the only ones he could relate to after being massacred so much, then recoiled everything, right down to his very last bullet, his body unfazed by all of it, while he surprises Duran and obliterates his armor with a single punch and brings him down forcefully with a knee thrust and a hit to his helmet, finally bringing him down with a forceful swing of his leg, as Duran fell to hit the ground by it.

As they all fell towards the ground, Dayley then floated atop them.

He didn't want this.

He didn't want any of it.

He felt like he was used to fight and to entertain God, to please him, so he could watch him being tortured and used against his will to fight these Gods back, just because he felt Dayley was not supposed to exist.

Despite this, he didn't feel anything to not even a single one of these Gods, only but empathy.

He didn't want to harm them, not even a single bit to one of them.

Despite this, he was forced to.

Seeing all this, Lemmy, Adven and all of the others were witnessing all of it.

"... Did..."

".. Did this guy just obliterate your Gods right in front of our faces?!"

"... I-I didn't even know he had much power in him!... I..." Vonderv even recoiled before him.

"... N-no wonder God's afraid of him... The Anagi are able to transcend even God Himself!..."

As Lemmy trembled on his feet, he almost felt obligated to bow, as he didn't know Dayley had so much power in him. He felt like he had done him wrong and even trembled over the thought that he even punched him.

As Dayley watched over him, he merely got saddened by it.

"... Don't..."

"... Don't look at me like that..."

He didn't want to be worshiped or put in a pedestal. He didn't want any of it.

He merely wanted to be treated just like the rest.

Adven then noticed her friend watching over him, feeling like this isn't what Dayley wanted at all, seeing him in the distance, with a sad look in his face.

"..." She merely stood quiet, mourning that he could no longer be treated as normal.

Lemmy then wondered what was even going across Dayley's mind as he fended those Gods.

"... Who..."

"... Who's side is he even on?..."

Adven knew where Dayley stood on all of this, but she wasn't sure whether Lemmy could understand her well, given she was the one he had hugged out of desperation.

Since she knew all too well who's life Dayley had rescued off from the Midnight Crawler, having wrapped her arms all around her and saved her, even if it were for a shallow reason, just to protect her.

She also had noticed Dayley's hesitance over holding Vonderv hostage and actually taking his life, as she witnessed him trembling, showing frightfulness over ever killing anyone with his strength. Even if he had killed someone, she merely assumed for it to have been on accident, indirectly or in self-defense, as he would not have the strength to pull it through, not unless he felt betrayed or hurt by someone else.

Lemmy's mother, having witnessed such power, she then thought it was the right call never having fully confronted him, even though she fully knew he had covered crimes and evidence from her. She in fact knew all too well that Dayley was actually not like the others, as she recognized him as that one boy with white eyes.

"... Dayley..."

"... Dayley Sparks..."

"... Who knew you had so much power in you?..."

"... No wonder you kept covering your crimes..."

"... You kept hiding them as to hide the evidence, which was completely obliterated..."

"... When it was all in self-defense..."

"... I knew it didn't make sense to have some of them live and others go throughout it..."

"... They were actually trying to take advantage of him, even begging him to make cigarette marks on them..."

"... I even saw one of them forcefully outright trying to abuse Dayley on a video tape..."

"... Even the fires were more of a cleanse to him..."

"... It was the only thing that calmed him afterwards..."

"... I lost count of the tobacco evidence I kept finding in each and every single of those cases..."

"..."

"... The worst part was having to find that one video tape..."

"... And having to look throughout all that just to meet the real Dayley..."

As she stared back at him, not with respect, but solemness over him, Dayley caught a glimpse of that vile woman he called Mira, who kept digging through his weaknesses, as he didn't want that to be found by her.

He didn't know her from anywhere, only that he had confronted, but let go villains from her past let go, remarkably not harming a single one of them, even though he dreaded her knowing far too much about him.

Previously, he only knew Edgar by mention of name, but has also seen him in action, as there was evidence about Edgar lurking around and about how her husband survived explosions of any kind despite it all. Remarkably, he never ran across Edgar as well, only but Sean and even then, his men were the ones that did most of the job for him, also having attacked several of his men if they went too far with a task.

This could have all been avoided had he just come out and told the truth.

But in reality, he knew the hell that would unleash had his true power been known, knowing how far people can reach in wanting to take advantage of it as it is, having already devoted his life to super heroism since 13, while groomed throughout the years, all while trying to contain himself.

They took the only thing that calmed him which was fire, to which he replaced with tobacco once he found out what it was and how he could get a hold of it. Despite having been a heavy smoker, the product never actually harmed him, only but calmed him every time he would spark that lighter.

Since then, the years simply got piled on him, all while trying to bear through it one day after the other.

The white eyes he used to brandish slowly faded along with time, as he lost hope slowly.

"... Those letters..."

"... He was trying to hide his origins..." Lady Miriam felt shocked he even had to go to such lengths to protect his own family, just so they could live at peace without ever involving them with him or have them murdered by someone he knew about.

"..."

She then stared at him, hoping he could try his best and choose the right path for himself.

"... No one deserves to go through all that..."

"... Especially not someone with that much power in them..."

As Dayley then floated and hovered in the air, his memories were going to places he wishes he hadn't recollected, all while he went through them in his head, his chest feeling heavy.

Of days gone by, where he had suffered much anguish, of the day he lost all hope in mankind.

A awful memory he wishes he didn't remember whatsoever, if only because he had suffered tremendously because of it, all while it rang through his head, where he felt at his lowest.

The memory then flashes back, as the setting is set to that of a unknown place.

It was simply too dark to know where exactly it was located, all while Dayley was distanced.

He seemed to be sitting on the floor, sitting and coiling all to himself, crying about something and anguishing himself over it, as he mercilessly beat himself down constantly about it.

As he was rubbing the tears from his eyes, he kept cleaning them, hoping they could stop.

He coiled all to himself, withdrawn from it all, sobbing to himself, clenching his teeth and grimacing with a sad expression, all while trying to stop it from continuing further, cleaning the tears with his gloves.

There were points where he could be seen anguishing, putting his hand on his face while he suffered greatly, almost looking like he was screaming in anguish and about to break.

At the time, there was a video camera pointing towards him, unknowingly, not knowing he was being recorded. Still, he kept himself in his position, just wanting to be left alone in this darkness, until he knew how to make it stop, dreading anyone from coming in and seeing him at such a state.

After a point, he merely took a deep breath, after a hour of senseless crying, sulking his head in the process and shriveling all to himself, just wanting to get out of it to try and recompose himself.

After a while, he left his location, barely able to stand, all while trembling.

Due to the video camera hour and date having been reset, there was no clear set date or the time of this exact moment, lost throughout time until Lady Miriam caught it on tape, after researching Dayley's headquarters' video cameras that were spread throughout it.

The location seemed to be a dark room from the headquarters at night, with the lights turned off, where he was headed to and closed the door to it, all while remaining hidden inside it, hidden from everyone.

Afterwards, Dayley, who seemed to have had enough about memories, tried to make sure all the Gods were knocked down temporarily, as he stood above them, not wanting to mock.

Instead, he merely wanted to respect them, as he knew they were all remarkable entities that were just unfortunate having stumbled upon him, as he didn't realize himself just how powerful he was and the power he himself contained.

As he tried to watch all around him, he realized that he was slowly losing respect from those around him, all while he stared at them looking above them.

Dayley then, watched above the skies, wanting to be heard by God, trying to call for his attention, who he knew all too well was watching over him.

"... Is this what you wanted?!..."

"... Are you having fun with it?!..." Dayley felt sickened he had to go through this.

"... Do you enjoy seeing people suffer?!"

"... If you wanted to torment me, you already did it..."

"... I've already lost everything!..."

"... I've got nothing else..."

"... So, if you want to end me..."

"... Come at me!"

God then decided to openly mock him.

"... You still don't get it..."

"... I do not enjoy seeing others in misery."

"... I am merely bringing down my justice upon the Anagi."

"... They too, have openly mocked me, thinking all it takes is a dash of hope and love to solve everything." God pitied such frivolous and weak attempts at problem solving.

"They don't think that! The only thing they care about is bringing hope in others!" Or so Dayley believed, remembering that they wanted to create heroes out of it.

"They're just trying to make people happy, all while continuing to live their lives hidden from your eyes!" He reminded himself of their transparency and how they lived in fear.

"They won't survive long without their own tower and I'll take the blame for it!" Dayley had assumed his guilt, thinking that had it not been for him, they wouldn't have lost their main source of power.

"Just because I was the one who did that mistake, does not mean my people have to atone for it!" He wanted it to be put all over his shoulders, as he took the blame for it.

God then felt like he was about to lose his patience with Dayley Sparks.

"... I have gotten this remorse a very long time ago."

"... I know better than anyone else that the Anagi have no purpose living."

"... This isn't just about your mistakes, but past mistakes as well..."

"... That Anagi should have been kept quiet... He had one job and got corrupted because of it..." God kept referring to the Anagi hidden inside the Midnight Crawler.

Dayley then asked.

"For what purpose? For your own selfish need of law and order?"

"It's true that there are a lot of malicious people out there, but you can't just erase them without giving them a chance or without seeing how they became such persons, without knowing their roots!..."

"If something comes out of it that causes them to just be erased, it might have been their own fault for getting themselves erased in the first place, all without having other people in consideration!..."

"... Forcing one of our own while begging for it to bottle their own emotions, all while teaching them to kill mercilessly... To the point of even becoming a entity of negative emotions..."

"..."

"... I do not want to become a God or act like one..."

"... Justice finds its own path and unleashes itself to those who deserve it..."

"..."

Dayley then looked towards his opponents, who were temporarily knocked out.

He flew towards their direction and tried to check whether the Gods were fine.

He didn't look down upon them, but rather, treated them with respect, having given him quite a fight from them, as he wanted to bow for them instead.

"... I've had it with all this senseless fighting."

He then tried to make Amea stand, who was knocked on the ground, treating her just the same as himself, hoping she wasn't hurt from all the fighting.

"..."

"... Are you alright?..."

As he tried to make peace with the Gods themselves, hoping not continuing to fight them, Amea, who was still a subordinate of God, then tried to distance herself from Dayley with a beam of light, trying not to be influenced by his respect, who she thought was merely looking down upon her and her deeds.

Dayley being hit with this light, he then gets himself pushed, all while he dodged back from it.

The other Gods then raised, watching Dayley and not wanting to let their own God down, hoping to extinguish the Anagi, who have been running rampage for too long now, them knowing his true strength and the danger of him living.

As they measured Dayley's strength, they had severely underestimated his true power.

Meanwhile, Lemmy and friends were still quite breath taken, all while witnessing their fight.

"... This is madness..." Lemmy couldn't even believe it himself.

"The worst part is, we can't do anything about it." Lady Miriam then shared, feeling overwhelmingly at a disadvantage before Gods.

"Those are entities. If we fight them, we're dead."

"... And now the Anagi are without their tower... What are we going to do now?..." Adven felt crushed over the Anagi Village and their people no longer having the tower to fuel them and their village, all while God only cares about is the lack of their purpose.

"... If God goes through with it, they'll all be dead..."

"There's gotta be a way to return it!..." She then looked back towards Von, hoping he'd have an answer for it, while having her heart sunk and conflicted with her own feelings.

"... Don't look at me, there's nothing we can do to help!..." Von then depressingly said.

"... Not unless God grants us a wish and we all ask for him to get it back..."

"... And we know better than anyone else not even God wants it!..."

"... I wasn't expecting the tower to crumble either..." Lady Miriam had been caught off guard by it. "Now because of it, our teleporter and aircraft is now underneath it." Her luck had just ran out as the tower debris had buried her machinery.

"... It's still hard to break it, so it might still be working, but it's still risky to try out and unearth it, what with God watching every step we make and we might risk being obliterated as well." The least she wanted was getting blasted off by God Himself.

"Who knew Dayley of all people would be facing Gods?..." Lemmy was still shocked to find out about this supposed villain who came from their home only to find out he's part of a prophecy he didn't even know about from a separate dimension.

"Should we even trust him?..."

"Not like we have any other choice..." Lady Miriam then admitted they didn't even have anyone else to choose from, all while they stared at the villain of their dimension suddenly taking on Gods as if it were a walk on a park.

"..."

"... Damn it, Dayley..." Lemmy then stared back at him, wondering what he was about to do next, feeling dread over someone like him deciding the fate of this dimension.

"... What are you going to do now?..."

As the Gods then mired Dayley from the distance, they then started to get on their feet and immediately started to stalk him, throwing back spells and projectiles towards him as he dashed and flew off again.

"... Persistent!..."

As they flied and kept on pressuring him, Dayley flew off in the skies, his cape fluttering with him, starting to feel tired of all this endless fighting, as he kept on watching them, hoping they wouldn't hit any of those he tried to protect, hoping God didn't have any more plans on the back of his head.

They kept striking on him, all while he punched rhythmically, fending them off successfully, each punch timed with his heart racing, each pump powering his fist, all while he kept on marching with it.

Each of his blows were like explosions, trying to strike back those who were fighting back. He was even learning how to use his strength, his heart beating around and feeling like his heart was about to come out of his chest as he kept punching with his fists.

Lemmy and his friends were watching this phenomenon, wondering how he was pulling it.

"He's striking back?!... But how?!..." Lemmy was in shock as he awed at it.

"The Anagi are powered by their heart race! Each heart beat can power their punches tenfold!" To Adven, it was a first actually seeing this phenomenon. "His punches can burst through anything!"

"... Rhythm?!" Lemmy then stood baffled as he tried to stare back Adven and Dayley back and forth, as he simply didn't believe his ears. "... You mean that guy can be powered by music?!"

"That's why they're called the Anagi! They're energy amazons who possess great energy power within them!" Adven then tried to watch his friend fight back, while he tried to strike back with each punch rhythmically.

"...Energy amazons?... No wonder that guy's so big!..." Lemmy was always surprised Dayley was more remarkably taller compared to the rest of the super heroes back from their old dimension, as Dayley even out sized his own father.

As they stood amazed, the pursuit still kept going, all while they insisted on striking back Dayley persistently.

God then, from above the skies, tried to attack Dayley, launching a heavenly strike, something that was completely unexpected from God Himself, while Dayley tried to recover from it, unharmed by it.

"... H-hah!..."

As Dayley then tried to fight back, all the Gods combined their power to unleash them upon him, mercilessly striking him back down, hoping this would be their final blow, as they were using their strongest spells and attacks, with their vicious resources created from God himself focused on a single attack.

This being a tri-attack, the force was powerful enough to send Dayley flying towards the ground, as it impacted him greatly, even although it still didn't leave even a dent or mark in his body, as his body merely kept bouncing back those attacks as if they were nothing.

Just then, Dayley's back hits the ground tremendously, making the ground shake with the impact, making a massive dust cloud emerging from it, all while the ground trembled.

He was knocked back into unconsciousness, albeit not even with a slight scratch on him.

As Lemmy and friends tried to keep their balances straight, God then pleads Lemmy to get help from him, hoping he'd comply with his help.

"Cough!... Cough cough!..." Lemmy then coughed due to the dust cloud in the air.

"... W-wait..."

"... I-Is he dead?!" Lemmy at this point wasn't even sure if that was a good or bad thing, as he didn't even know who's side to support, all while he stared back at this senseless fighting between Gods and entities.

A voice then echoed, calling and begging for Lemmy's blade, which possessed a God's power at the moment, as it was shining inside his backpack.

"Scythe-haired hero!" God then had bellowed out his status.

"... Huh?" Lemmy then realized God was intending to call on him.

"... Why... Why are you calling me?..." Lemmy couldn't even believe God was addressing him, until God then gave out his reasoning to bring out his blade and use it on Dayley's body to finish him, knowing far too well now the existence of the blade inside it.

"Brandish the blade with Yamiel's power and pierce the Anagi's heart with it!"

Lemmy then couldn't believe those words even had come from Him, as it rang through his ears like a harmonious cry for a hero to save their homeland.

"... You what?!"

God was actually asking Lemmy for a favor, much to his own surprise.

"... First of all, I appreciate the hair comment!"

"Second of all, I ain't piercing squat with anything!"

A white flash then came from the clouds above.

"... What was that?" Vonderv then started staring towards the sky, as the clouds started to darken. "... Please tell me that's not what I think it is."

As Lemmy watched the skies above him, God then struck lightning, almost hitting Lemmy and his friends, almost making him fall on his back, making everyone fall from their feet, all while the ground shook on them.

His friends were screaming, all while they kept remaining their distance, while their eyes trembled with fear, fleeing from God's thunderbolts.

"... Hey! What gives?! What kind of God does that?!" Lemmy didn't feel like taking orders from God, much less anyone else, as he tried not to make a single mistake that would cost his friends' lives, as he shouted towards the skies.

"... Are you mad with power right now?!" Lemmy felt like he was close to snapping.

Another lightning then came towards the ground they stood on, only having missed them by an inch, to the point it was even creating crevices and burned marks on the ground, incandescent particles from them.

"... Stop doing that!" Lemmy suddenly felt pressured, feeling like it was on his back to save all his friends, all while God insisted on throwing lightning, all while the clouds turned dark.

"Lemmy!" Adven then tried to stay back, as his friends, her girlfriend and her mother were trying to dodge God's fury, who's intents were to bring him to carve the dagger deep inside Dayley's heart, having no mercy for it.

Adven, Vonderv and Roberta tried to stay back, all while defending themselves from God's wrath, fleeing off from the distance even though God was everywhere where he could strike.

"Ahh!" His girlfriend yelped, as she tried to hold on to Vonderv, who was trying to shield her.

"... Knock it off!" He then shouted towards the skies, infuriated by God's insistence.

Likewise, thunder bolts were almost striking Lady Miriam's squad, who previously had tried to bring down and defeat the Midnight Crawler with their arsenal, all while she tried to tell them to keep their distance, hoping she wouldn't lose her men and women's lives on this very dimension, all while trying to protect them.

"... Stay back! Don't go anywhere near that lightning!"

Her squad then tried to jump and run back, all while watching the lightning strike before them, Lady Miriam even going to the point of saving their lives while trying to protect and shield them from harm.

"... Grr!" Lemmy, who had nothing but hatred inside his heart, then screamed back towards God again with nothing but boiling rage.

"... Fine, God, fine! But please for the love of all that is Holy, don't strike my friends with lightning!" He begged for him not to take his friends.

Lemmy felt like he'd highly regret it, despite that now being his only choice, as God was now forcing him to use his mother's weapon against his own will into a transcending being's heart, fearful of what might happen.

God then listened his call, hearing that he was now obeying his command.

"..."

"... Very well then."

As God had promised, he then had seized to send lightning towards them, all while ominously watching and judging Lemmy's every move, all while he held his dagger near his heart, frightened so, knowing he would have to carve it inside Dayley's heart.

"... Surely, you will obey."

Lemmy then clenched his teeth, enraged that God was going through such lengths to even try and defeat Dayley in such a cowardly fashion, even if it meant sacrificing various lives for it, just to get rid of a being that threatened him with too much power.

"... Now..."

"... Bring your weapon..."

"... And carve it into the Anagi's heart."

"... Surely, you can handle it."

Lemmy then, forced against his own will, tried to slowly drag his feet towards Dayley, who's body was now unconscious, as he had his back turned against the ground, his chest now exposed for it and breathing right in front of him.

"... Goddamn it..."

As Lemmy tried to approach Dayley, he too feared that Dayley would suddenly wake, as he too had his qualms against him, all while he watched him look knocked out and unconscious temporarily, seeing him with turmoil on his expression.

"... Lemmy! Don't do it!" Adven then tried to stop her friend from carving it into Dayley's chest, as he was about to use that dagger upon him and betraying his very trust.

"... He's the only one who can help!"

Another lightning then came and almost hit Adven, all while the chipmunk yelped and dodged from it and fleeing off from God's distance.

"Silence! I shall not tolerate such objection on my earth!"

"... Eep!" Adven then tried to hide herself off from God's eyes by trying to hide behind Vonderv, who had already had enough from him wanting to strike down his friends.

She then, from behind Vonderv's back, stuck her tongue out while pulling her eyelid.

"... Meanie!" She pouted, grumpy over God's insistence on using lightning against her.

As Lemmy then tried to keep going, slightly distracted by Adven calling out on him, he then approaches Dayley's body, who was knocked out cold, while still barely breathing.

"... God..."

As Lemmy then tried to hold his mother's dagger tight, he then pointed the tip towards Dayley's chest, aimed towards his heart, who was now completely exposed to him and the curvature of his blade, which was now possessed by Yamiel's power, the God of Death Himself, as his spirit lived inside it, while Dayley struggled getting awake.

"... Who knew I had to see you like this?..."

He then mired back at Dayley, who had his eyes closed, the debris of this cold crater now hugging his body, as he relentlessly tried to fight back his unconsciousness all while the wind howled in the silence, seeing Dayley's body pitifully laying in front of him.

Lemmy then got on his knees, holding the blade tight with both of his hands, hoping to pierce his heart with it, now remembering what he had made himself and his girlfriend go through.

"..."

He breathed, all while trying to gain the strength to carve the blade right into his heart.

Despite this, Lemmy, didn't want to carve Dayley's chest for some reason.

"..."

His forehead ran a cold sweat, dreading any minute he'd snap out of it and murder him right there. He saw his unscathed body being mercilessly thrown around, as if God didn't pity him.

Surprisingly, he didn't want to kill Dayley by puncturing his heart.

As he felt like there was still hope in him.

Remembering Adven's words, he then felt conflicted.

"..."

"... That was you, wasn't it..."

"..."

"... You're the one that saved them back there..."

"..."

"... Goddammit..."

"... You better break this thing!..."

Lemmy's body then lunged, as he tried to bring down his blade towards Dayley's heart.

"... You're supposed to be indestructible, aren't you?!..."

As he tried piercing the blade in his chest, the tip finally strokes Dayley's chest.

The tip of his dagger suddenly breaks and shatters, as it now shatters into a thousand pieces.

Yamiel's spirit then breaks out of that blade, as it now returns to his own dimension.

"... Hey, wait!..." Lemmy then didn't even realized that would mean Yamiel leaving back to his own place, as the spirit now recoils and returns back to its own origins.

As soon he felt that impact, Dayley's eyes wake up wide open, as his eyes sparkled white silver, while being brought back into life, frightened out of his own body and watching the skies above him, gasping for air, while his heart kept beating, distressed over being knocked out by such force and even trembling out of it.

"... H-hah!" Lemmy then got scared by Dayley's sudden change, as he had never seen him with white eyes before while he lived, as he thought he always had possessed blue eyes his whole life, all while witnessing him scared off like that.

As Dayley tried looking back towards Lemmy, he stared back at him with his white eyes.

"... Huh..." Lemmy then stood, both frightened and yet calmed by Dayley's sight.

"... Heheh..." Lemmy then giggled, hoping he wouldn't harm him over that small inconvenience, as Dayley's alive presence calmed and soothed him.

"... To be fair!..."

"... I was hoping that thing would break!" Lemmy then had admitted his own truth, as he didn't want to kill him entirely, despite still feeling like he owed to him and his girlfriend after all of that, also feeling indebted over him rescuing his friends.

As Dayley looked back towards him, he then stared back towards the skies.

One of the Gods were about to hit them, including Lemmy.

"... Hah!"

"... Stay back!"

Dayley then pushed Lemmy out of sight, trying to rescue him from the peril of the Gods, who were about to enrage and try to strike him once more to try and finish him at all costs.

"... Woah!"

As Lemmy then tries to stay on his toes, he then looks back and finds out Dayley had pushed him far off from the God of War and Bloodshed's reach, all while Dayley tried to fend him off, being received blows from Him from carved blades and sharpened tools to avail, all while his body repelled everything from it.

"... H-hah..."

"... He just pushed me off."

"... If it wasn't for that, I would have been impaled."

His heart almost skipped a beat knowing that.

"... What..."

"... How?..."

As Dayley kept on his struggle, he then flew off to gain distance from them, all while trying to summon all of his energy onto his hands, as they quickly were approaching him.

"... Hnngrgh!"

A significantly large ball of energy then hovered above him, as he then tried to send it off like a bomb, as he threw it sideways, hoping to lunge it against his targets, hoping to strike them back with it.

"... This thing better work!"

He then lunges the ball right into his enemies, all while stretching and throwing it off from his hands, the ball spiraling with all its power.

".... Haaah!"

"... I've had it!"

As the ball flew off, it being a significant size, it then completely submerged the Gods with it, as they had gone into his direction, surprised by the significantly large ball of energy who was about to hit them.

In a minute, the ball then shimmered, lending to a powerful explosion.

Dayley shielded his eyes, trying to protect them from this light, as the light of it completely submerged the Gods that used to protect this dimension, unknowing whether he had gone too far with them.

After the light had faded, the Gods were knocked out unconscious once more, as they laid upon the land they just protected, all while God was watching over them.

Dayley, who was now trying to get his breath back, even he was surprised of how much power he had inside him, as he had only just learned how to bring the energy out of his own hands by the Anagi woman.

"... G-guess that saved me back there..."

"... T-thanks..."

"... If it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead..."

Dayley then rubbed his face and his temples with his right hand.

"... H-hah..."

"... I'm tired..."

"... I just want..."

"... I just want this to end..."

As he rubbed his head and his face out of frustration and feeling worn out, he felt like he had already gone through way too much, all while he tried to endure days that were countless.

"..."

"... Why..."

"... Why the hell am I remembering that now of all years?..."

"..."

His anguish now growing, he still tried to forget those memories, but he felt like he was running off from them, all while struggling to shake them and feeling like his chest was sinking along with its weight.

"... Why..."

"... Why now..."

Memories then surged again, of a time Dayley wished he hadn't remembered, all while struggling with them.

As Dayley and his cronies walked on a dark emptied lot, it was midnight when he decided to approach a man in a trench coat, who was just about to approach him and receive him warmly on this eerie cold night.

The wind whispered while his boots kept marching on this cement floor, approaching this men quite slowly with a serious expression.

His cape fluttered in the wind, something seeming amiss, as Dayley seemed different.

"... Dayley! How you've been?!" The man received him politely with a smirk on his face.

Dayley, however, seemed as if something was preoccupying him, as he had something on the back of his head troubling him.

"... W-why did you bring me out here?..."

Dayley was in fact, very distracted for some reason, as he kept watching from the sides, almost as if he didn't want to be distracted or was watching over something that needed to have his attention.

"Dayley, you know full well why I've brought you here!..."

"... You should know by now!"

The man kept insisting to be kind and charitable even though he had intentions.

Dayley then kept looking to the side, almost as if wanting to avoid conversation.

"You've been getting soft!... I can tell!..." The man wanted to point out something that seemed quite off about Dayley that had been happening for a while, wanting to clear things.

"... You've been doing less crimes as of lately!... You haven't been setting as much fires as you used to, Dayl!" The man almost seemed like he was mocking him, although in a playful tone, to cheer him up and so he'd forget whatever he had on the back of his head.

While the man kept trying to talk to him, Dayley kept being distracted in his head, thinking all on his own, while uttering phrases, all while the man kept mumbling all to himself and trying to talk Dayley out of it.

"... Please be safe out there, please be safe out there..."

He kept ringing those words throughout his head, hoping that the worst wouldn't happen.

"... Please don't get hurt... If something happens, I..."

"... Dayley!" The man then shouted to make Dayley snap out of it, as he was distracted.

"... Did you even listen to a word I just said?!"

"... I did!" In truth, he was preoccupied with something far much important than even himself, as he seemed incredibly fearful of something happening.

"... So what?..." Dayley wanted to get right to the subject. "... Why are you so worried about whether I'm even doing crimes while I'm distracted doing something else that's more important?..."

"... So! That's why I offered up my help!" The man seemed like he had already done something putrid behind his back even.

"... To try and catch up on your crimes while you took your break!..."

"... While you were gone, I've tried to help by burning up a orphanage!..."

"... You WHAT?!" Dayley then became absolutely shocked, as he almost got startled by him sharing it so nonchalantly, almost feeling like lunging at the man, as his heart kept on racing.

"... Now thanks to me, you won't have to worry about the V.I.V headquarters recruiting any more orphans!"

As the man kept rambling, even Dayley covered his mouth in disgust and trembled, tormented that this man went through such lengths to stop the V.I.V headquarters, even if it meant scything innocent lives for it.

"No worries! I even had a stuntman replace you for it!" The man even went through the trouble of finding a stuntman that looked just like Dayley just to perform and going through with that arson only he had planned on the back of his head.

"... That big old jock definitely didn't have enough weight to pull it off though. Seriously, you'd have to be a giant to even pull off your height! It's like you're some kind of weird amazon creature."

As Dayley realized his mistakes, he then tried to reprehend him for his bad actions, taking the blame for it partially, as he felt indebted by all those lost lives, while this man simply stood in front of him as if they were nothing.

"... Why did you burn up a entire orphanage for it?! You and your men have been going just too far as of lately with your war and crimes! Do you even know what kind of lengths I had to go through to stop them?!"

"Do you think I like beating down your men?! While they keep trying to murder countless persons?!"

"... Dayley, you just don't get it, do you?" The man simply didn't want to give up on Dayley.

"... Those V.I.V headquarters have been causing nothing but trouble. And yet, you still insist on not trying to harm them! What for?! If you're trying to get rid of all that's evil, you gotta go for the roots!"

"... Those children did NOTHING! THOSE WERE INNOCENT LIVES AND YOU SIMPLY TOOK THAT AWAY FROM THEM!"

At this point, Dayley felt pretty close to snapping, as he tried making up for them.

"I've also noticed you getting weirder!" The trench-coated men then pointed it out, as he had noticed Dayley's odd behavior as of lately, thinking he was hiding something behind his back.

"You think I haven't noticed?"

"You think I couldn't tell by now how you kept hiding your origins, just because you're afraid of someone out there finding out about your story? Finding out where even your power came from?"

"I know you've been sending letters to your family!"

"All because you're afraid of someone finding out about your own family and trying to hurt them!" He tried out exposing his own weaknesses over his family.

"And I know that because you've been hiring men as of lately!"

"And you got someone for it!"

Dayley's eyes then widened upon learning that from him.

"... How... How did you learn all that?!..."

"Come on, Dayley!" The man then tried to warn Dayley of what could happen.

"Putting that kind of trust on someone you barely met?"

"Thinking he won't use you for it?!"

"Do you really think he won't stab you behind your back?!"

"I got video tapes! Of you handling your letters to him so he could send them back to your family!"

As this man uttered those words, Dayley's heart then started to race, fearing for the worst.

"I've been trying to be nice! But you've been getting on my nerves as of lately!"

"... And if you even dare tell anyone I was the one who set fire to that orphanage, don't think I don't know how to fight back! I know your family's address!" The man then threatened him with blackmail.

He then flailed a letter that belonged to him, which had his own family's address.

"Oh, the things I'll do to them! You'd be surprised just how many want to find out about your origins!"

"Your family's real lucky to have you! Such a shame they'll probably lose their lives because of it!"

"Who knew you were born and raised in a dairy farm?!... Suddenly, your name seems to be really quite a fit!"

Dayley then got immensely scared over his own family, who did nothing wrong and tried to be distanced from them as to protect them from harm and of the media knowing about them, ruining their peace.

"... Why..."

"... Why are you involving my family in this?..."

"You're the one that forced me into this! You're the one going all soft on me!"

The man didn't want any pity. In fact, he just wanted to use Dayley however he seemed fit.

"You keep getting distracted while I do most of your work!"

"And when I see your family, I'll burn them to the ground!" He then implied burning the dairy farm to the ground, as he knew ways to arson it and cover such crime in a way no one would find out about it.

As he uttered those terrifying words, Dayley felt his heart racing, terrified of losing his own family, who he loved dearly and even feared them ever being touched by strange men.

"I'll burn your family and that man with it!"

As he uttered those words, just then, Dayley had snapped.

He couldn't even control his rage, as his eyes were all focused on him, all while he grabbed him forcefully, as his heart wanted to take out on him.

As the man tried to struggle against Dayley, his path already set on vengeance, Dayley suddenly decided to do justice by his own hands, as he punched and obliterated the man that was right in front of him.

As he kept punching him, these words stood out the most to him, all while he kept repeating them, over and over, trying to protect those he cared about, all that was even left that he cared about on this planet.

He tried containing those punches as to make the man suffer as much as those children did. But even the slightest hiccup would immediately render this man dead, as his strength kept boiling even further.

"Leave them alone!... Leave them alone!... Don't you even dare touching them!..."

"... Leave them alone!"

"... Don't ever!... Touch!..."

"... A single hair!... Of his!..."

As Dayley trembled, his face turned that of a frightening one, of a man who merely wanted to protect his.

"... Don't you ever dare!... Touch them!..."

"... If you even LAY A FINGER!... Don't you EVEN DARE LOOK AT THEM!..."

As sweat ran down his forehead, Dayley then took deep breaths.

As his heart beat erratically, he stood before this man, all while his men witnessed his flurry of punches savagely take down this man.

They had never seen something like it, as it was actually extremely rare witnessing Dayley actually deliver his own violence unless someone went too far with something, their expressions being nothing but shock, as they watched over their own boss, who they wouldn't even think of defying him out of fear.

Remarkably, this man still wasn't dead, but it wouldn't be long until he'd be long gone now.

"... H-hah... H-hah..."

As Dayley tried to hold him tight, he realized that wasn't necessary, as he wouldn't be able to get far from him, even if he wanted to.

All he felt was hatred, boiling deep inside him, all because he threatened those he cared about, because this man was about to take everything he even had on this world.

"..."

He then stared at this man once more.

The man was beyond fix, as he only had an inch of life left.

The man then tried to look back at Dayley, who looked as if his heart was tormented.

"..."

"..."

"... You really are a monster..."

As this man whispered those words, Dayley, who had just given his punishment to this man, his eyes then widened in fear, as he stared back at him, having shown his true self.

The man then let these being his last words, as he slowly passed away during Dayley's grasp.

Dayley eyes then grew solemn, as he knew he had become one a long time ago.

"..."

"... I've known that for quite a while now..."

"..."

Dayley then dropped the man's corpse, as he merely wanted to protect his own family.

As the man then fell onto the cement floor, Dayley then was determined to get rid of all evidence.

"..."

But before he could do it, his cronies felt forced to kick around his corpse, after witnessing his strength, feeling like the man had done too much to bring out his wrath too much.

"This is for hurting our boss!" One of them said as they kicked him around, trying to gain their boss's respect, some of these even having been under this man's wing before, who had also been tormented likewise.

As the man now laid on the floor after it, Dayley then pulled a match box, watching the sparks fly while he tried to lit one of them from the box's side, while his eyes reflected those sparks.

Back then, his eyes were nothing but pure blue, not a single dash of white in them, as he tried to survive, all while living a certain way, just to live up another day, at least having the companion of his cronies.

Slowly, but surely taking his time, while he mourned the man, he then tried to give him the same fate he had inflicted upon those children, who were now gone and him not having been able to do something about it.

He then threw the match in fire towards him, as the flames engulfed this man to erase all evidence.

As he watched the fire dance, he then saw some relief in him, all while the evidence was being destroyed.

"... The things you do to protect your family, huh, boss..."

His cronies then tried to cheer him up, but it was clear Dayley still wasn't over it, as he stared towards the flames, now reflected in his eyes, as he found some peace within them, all while they danced.

"..."

"... Yeah..."

"..."

But all of a sudden, Dayley had watched something over the corner of his eyes just then.

"... H-hah!"

It was actually someone who had caught him in the act, who then fled from the scene after it, dreading to be caught and have their life taken by this monster, as they ran haplessly from it.

"... No!..."

Dayley's eyes then widened in fear, almost as if he had been caught by the wrong person.

"... No, no, no, no, no!..."

As his eyes trembled and almost watered from that shock, he then tried following that person desperately, all while trying and begging to get their attention.

The cronies then watched Dayley starting to go after them, as they saw Dayley going into panic, of which they followed suit, hoping to catch the traitor who saw and witnessed through the murder.

"... No!... No!..."

"... Please!..."

"... Don't prove me wrong!... Don't prove that man he was right!..."

"... You wouldn't back stab me!... You wouldn't!..."

"... P-please..."

"... I-I gave you all those letters!... I made you send that to my family!..."

"... I... I trusted you!..."

As Dayley then made a stop and stood by his distance, he then saw what he dreaded the most, as his heart pounded and his body instinctively ran towards them.

The person that he had put all his trust to was now on a phone cabinet, dialing and calling to turn themselves in after witnessing that crime, including Dayley for all of his actions.

"... N-no..."

"... W-why..."

As he trembled and his heart sunk, his men then caught up and approached him, all while they stared at him, almost as if his heart had been ripped out from his chest.

"... What's the matter, boss?..."

One of them then noticed who it was, all while seeing their boss's reaction to it.

"... Oh..."

"... It's always the nimblest..."

"... Well, at least you still got us, Boss!..."

"... We ain't running anywhere!... Right, Boss?..."

"... Boss?..."

Dayley then watched in absolute dread, all while trying to contain himself, putting his hand over his mouth, knowing what would happen next.

"... Y..."

"... Y-yeah..."

Dayley's cronies then decided to act on their own, hoping to catch the betrayer just in time.

"... Come on, boys! Let's get that filthy rat for our boss!"

The men then carried on to drag the man out of this phone cabinet.

The man had been given as much torture as much Dayley was anguishing in his heart and mentally, the man having been a vent from Dayley's over stress. Even during it, Dayley didn't have the courage to torture this man, all while he witnessed his men torturing this man endlessly, all while putting a brave facade to hide his anguish.

He poured gasoline and threw a match and ended it at that.

As he felt the pain was equal to that done to his heart and head.

After it, Dayley had highly regretted it, as he had anguished about it afterwards, having hidden on the basement of his own headquarters, all without his cronies knowing about it.

In reality, this man was a comfort person during Dayley's hardest times as he didn't even have to do anything, as merely his presence was enough to calm him, earning his trust. Having the one he trusted the most back stab him made Dayley's heart break for mankind, as it was the absolute worst feeling he could have ever gotten, despite having already snapped several times during his past.

Due to this, Dayley tried giving him menial tasks to keep him out of trouble, as he was afraid of this person ever winding up hurt by anyone, by trying to give small tasks that didn't involve getting involved with dangerous men, all while helping him send letters back to his own family safe and sound.

He never entrusted sending those letters to anyone as this man was the only one who even knew about it, all while Dayley kept writing on his own office. He kept writing to check up on his family every now and then.

After a while, Dayley had snapped back to reality.

The wind was blowing, all while he stood in the air, watching upon the fallen Gods once more.

"..."

As God, Lemmy and those around him bared witness of this fight.

Lemmy, who was right next to his comrades, watched this fight between Dayley and the Gods, seeing Dayley stand victorious in the middle of it, wondering what God was about to do next, while his thirst for the Anagi extinction kept thriving in the land.

"... He saved me..."

"... That guy just saved me..."

"... What..."

"... Who on Earth is that guy?..."

His friends could do nothing but watch, all while Lady Miriam shared a piece of her mind.

"... He probably has a lot now going through his mind..." She hoped Dayley wasn't about to do something dumb, but at the same time, thought he probably had matured ever since he came to this dimension.

"... He defeated the Gods of Aurea..." Adven was shook by even learning all of this.

"... That guy's insane..." Vonderv couldn't even believe it, as he never thought he would witness something far much stronger than the Gods who stood before them. "... How... How did he..."

All of a sudden, God's voice then echoed once more, but this time, only Vonderv could listen to his call, wanting Vonderv to hear his warning.

"... Vonderv..."

Vonderv then heard God once more, although his friends couldn't listen to him.

"... Oh great, it's this guy again!" Vonderv then groaned, wondering what was even crossing God's head to even come up with such haphazard decisions at the nick of time.

"... Hey, brainiac! That sure did work up there, huh?!" He then started to mock God's attempts at putting a stop on the Anagi's rampage, even though he didn't particularly had anything against this specific Anagi despite having been held hostage.

"What are you planning to do now?! Have you grown tired of your endless tyranny?"

"... No, Von..." God then tried to reach back and communicate to Vonderv.

"... This time, I have something planned for it..."

"... Is that God again?!" Lemmy then tried to reach back to him and asked Vonderv to put him back on line, almost treating it like a phone line Vonderv had ringing on his head.

"Tell him we've had it! No more tyranny! It's over! It's time to put a stop to it!"

"This guy's tougher than either any of you combined!" Lemmy then tried mocking the strengths of the Gods, all while they perish and fall unconscious before Dayley.

"If you don't give the tower back to the Anagi, he'll come straight into your front door!"

"You idiot, God doesn't have a front door!" Vonderv then even mentioned the lack of an entrance, while mocking Lemmy's intelligence.

"Yeah well!..." Lemmy then stuttered for a bit, trying to come up with a comeback.

"... He'll come barging into your home, skies or whatever cloud you're in to kick your butt!"

God then made a ominous conversation towards Vonderv, as he was about to give a final warning of what was about to come before them.

"... Vonderv..."

"... It is time..."

Vonderv's eyes then almost popped out while he raised an eyebrow out.

"... Wait..."

".... Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!"

"... What... What on Aurea are you talking about?!..." Vonderv then became apprehensive.

"... God, what are you going to do now?!..."

"I swear to God, if you do something messed up, I'll!..."

"... Wait..."

"... N-no..."

"... That's why you destroyed the tower?!"

"... Is THAT why you're doing all of this?!..."

"... Have you gone insane?! Are you even aware of what could even happen to us?!"

"... Wait, what's He planning?!" Lemmy then became fearful, all while he stared back at Vonderv, hoping for an answer. "Von, you're awfully quiet about it! What's going to happen to us?!" Lemmy was literally pleading for Vonderv to answer him.

"Von, answer me right now right this instant!"

"God, have you gone out of your goddamn mind?!"

Vonderv then shouted towards the skies as God has made his call.

"Don't worry, Von... I'll be right back..."

As God then leaves our friends, he then travels across the skies, as he is everywhere, searching relentlessly over someone across this dimension, hoping to receive a name from them.

From above the skies, he then calls upon a person that stood just outside their home.

"... Little girl."

He then talked to a small creature, one that seemed to be a child, carrying a red bow and grey fur, dressed in a little red dress with golden buttons.

She seemed to be quite petite, with a rather fluffy tail and a playful attitude.

As he stared at this creature vacantly, he then profoundly asked for it.

"... Give me a name."

As the girl then watched the skies above her, she then shouted her name towards God Himself.

"..."

"..."

"... Ashy!"

"... Ashyashyashyashy!"

God then stood bewildered, wondering what was going across this girl's head.

"... Seriously?"

"... Ashy?"

"... Can't we just settle for Ash instead?"

She then spun around in little circles, hoping to give that name as a tribute for her friend.

"... Ashyashyashyashy!"

"... Ash!"

He then took that as an answer.

"..."

"... Very well then."

He then came back to the land he once stood, just near the tower that had fallen before them.

"... The name has now been chosen."

"... Together, we shall brandish this sword."

"... And together summon our new God into our dimension!"

Lemmy and his friends could finally hear his voice once more, as it echoed above the fallen tower, all while embracing the time for a new creation.

"... Von?... Why is he talking about a new God?..."

".... IS HE IMPLYING HE'S GOING TO CREATE A NEW GOD, RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR FACES?!" Lemmy then felt dread upon his shoulders as he heard that being ushered.

"Err... Huh..." Vonderv then stuttered, not knowing how to reply to that.

"... Probably?"

The ground then started to shake, as Lemmy and his friends started to clutch onto it, having now fallen and lost their balances, as they watched upon the skies wondering what was about to happen and what was he casting upon this land.

Dayley, who was still watching over them, quickly noticed the earth quaking and wanted God to stop right now, having already had enough of God sending his subordinates.

"... What are you doing?!" Dayley then stared baffled towards the skies, screaming at him.

"For how long are you going to keep at it?!... Have we really been tormenting you for that long?!"

"Is it really that hard to accept our kind in your land, just because we're not fulfilling your purpose?!"

"At least bother answering me! Why keep tormenting them and ruining your land just because of me?!"

"It's me you're after, not them! Leave them out of it!"

As the charade kept going, Hector and Jayt were running towards their group of friends, after witnessing the Gods having a fallout, seeing Dayley face out his enemies, all while brandishing great power with him.

It seemed like they had kept running for too long, having distanced themselves too much from the tower, all while witnessing Dayley's fight against the Gods, who's fury clashed on the skies while they were their audience, their clashes burning and shining from the skies across the planes, rays and lightnings being cast.

"Did you see all that?! That guy's a absolute freak!" Hector then freaked out about Dayley, not even knowing he possessed such power and strength. "That's the guy that burned you dead?!"

"Come on! We have to get to the tower to check on Lemmy! Goddamn it, who told us to run so far from it?!"

"You did!" Jayt then reprehended Hector for wanting to distance as far away from Dayley.

"You were afraid of him skinning us alive and burning us dead!"

"To be honest, that was a absolute chaos out there! I hope Lemmy's alright! Even the Lady was there! They must've all banded together watching through that fight!" Or so Jayt assumed, hoping they were still alive after it.

"Did you see it? There was lightning striking all over the place! And then Dayley just fell from the sky!" He remembered Dayley falling as his cape fluttered along with the wind.

"What was all that?!" Jayt then became frightened, wondering whether if something had happened to Lemmy and his group of friends, not to mention that the Lady was with them and her whole squad being vulnerable to them.

"I don't know what's happening, but if we don't get there right now, someone's about to die!" Hector then nervously thought about casualties happening, even although he was far from ready to face Gods as of yet.

"... Where are all these Gods even coming from?!" Jayt then saw something that resembled a veiled woman, a armored Dullahan and a great long bearded magician in white robes fighting against Dayley as if they had come from a fantasy fiction.

"And how does someone from our dimension beat the Gods of this dimension?!"

"You might not believe me, but I have a hunch!" Hector then tried to connect the dots, suddenly remembering Lemmy's hesitance trying to explain the Anagi's appearance and the Anagi that came from Midnight Crawler.

"Lemmy was acting all weird when talking about the Anagi! So I assume Dayley might be related to them, somehow!" Or he at least tried to deduce it. "Think about it! We never learned about Dayley's origins!"

"Whatever the heck he is or where he even comes from, he transcends Gods! And God is pissed about it!" Hector felt reassured more than anyone else about it.

"You think God out there feels threatened by Dayley?!" Jayt then wondered if that's why the Anagi village was all quiet. "Lemmy did say something about them being transparent! Do you think they are hiding themselves from God's eyes and remaining invisible from him?"

As they neared the tower, they were barely able to see Lemmy and friends.

"Just a little bit more and-"

All of sudden, someone fell to the ground.

"..."

"... Jayt?!"

Hector then had turned to Jayt, who was now on his knees, while trying to get right next to him, as he didn't even see him fall just then.

"... Hey buddy, are you alright?!" Hector then was trying to check up on him, seeing if he hadn't broken his ankle or anything while running towards them, all while crawling to his level and trying to lift him off from the ground.

"... Jayt?"

He then noticed his friend acting up strange for some reason, as he kept kneeling down while breaking down a sweat, all while breathing rapidly and taking deep breaths.

"... H-Hector..."

"... I-I don't feel so good..."

Hector then became anxious of his friends' wording, as they sounded ominous to him.

Drips of sweat were even coming down from his face, as his face flushed red from it.

"Wait, what's wrong?!..." As Hector tried to approach him, Jayt trembled in his knees.

"... I-I feel like I'm running through some kind of fever..."

He then picked up his friend and tried to keep him on his arms, while putting his hand through his forehead, checking whether he was coming down with an illness.

"Hang on, Jayt, don't worry, I gotcha!..."

Before he knew it, he burned up his hand while checking on Jayt's forehead, as his heart sunk.

"... Jayt, you're burning up!..." He then trembled upon his friend's fate, while trying to check up on him.

"... How did this happen?! How did you wind up so ill?!..."

Jayt then trembled, all while Hector constantly checked on his boyfriend's body signs.

"... Hec..."

As he watched over his fallen friend, Jayt then suddenly surprised him once more with a kiss, fearful of what might happen as he trembled, giving it to him before he soon regretted not having done so.

"... H-hey, hang on, buddy! You're not going to die on me just yet!... You'll make through this, I swear!..."

As he held on to his partner, he then cupped him in his arms, trying to figure out how to help him.

"... Hang on, buddy... Maybe I might have something with me that might just help out a little bit..."

He then noticed a rock not too far from them. After staring it from a distance, Hector tried to carry Jayt alongside his sack while bringing them next to the rock.

As Hector approached this rock, he then laid his partner on his back, laying it softly and gently on the rock, so he'd remain still while sitting.

"... H-hah... H-hah..." Jayt then remained sitting while he tried to breath, trying to endure his high fever, barely able to move even a part of his body, as he was simply burning up too much from it, all while struggling with it.

After letting him down for quite a bit, he then started to scavenge his sack, hoping he'd find something that could help out his friends' illness, getting desperate with each passing minute.

"Come on, Jayt, you can do this... You can fight it!..."

He then tried to rummage through his sack, only to find some cold compresses, which in the mean time, have lost its coldness, due to the heat that was coming from the tower.

He still tried to wet some compresses, hoping that at least the water could keep his forehead cold and fresh, as to lower his body temperature.

He then approached Jayt and put them on top of Jayt's forehead, all while he kept fighting it.

"Come on, come on..."

As he laid them on top, the compresses were actually sizzling, him being shocked Jayt was burning up so quickly, all while he stared at his friend fighting all the burning.

"You're burning..." Hector even became worried, dreading something might happen to Jayt.

"... I-I'm fine... I'll... I'll just..."

"... No, you're not fine! Jayt, you're burning up!"

"... I know you can make it! And I'll be at your side, no matter what!"

"... Leave me... Otherwise, they'll be dead..."

"... I can carry you! Maybe if I bring you to the Lady, maybe one of the Squad might help you out!" He then remembered that Lady Miriam could help out with his condition.

Hector then tried to pick up Jayt once more, but just as he was about to carry him on his back, Jayt's body actually burned Hector's arms, making him flinch entirely and back off instantly, leaving him on this rock.

"... Gah!... Jayt, what's wrong with you?!... What's happening to your body?!..."

"... I don't know, Hec!... I'm..."

"... I'm scared..."

"... Hec, am I going to die?!..."

"... Jay, come on, don't say that! Please!..."

As the large entities then stood on their grounds, Lemmy and friends were still in shock over God having decided to create a God in front of them, Dayley noticed them slowly rising once more, as he grieved them.

"... Please..."

"... Just stop..."

"... Stop with all this fighting!"

The Gods were not interested in stopping whatsoever, but despite all the fighting, they were in fact, getting far much weaker, as Dayley was actually having an influence upon them.

They then lunged towards him once more, distracting him, while trying to grab him hostage, swinging their arms and throwing their enchantments towards him, as he kept flying all over the place.

"... I feel tired..."

"... I can't keep at it much longer..."

"... Why..."

As Dayley kept his struggle with them, Lemmy and his friends were witnessing Dayley getting slightly tired, worn out over constantly having to fight all these Gods.

In the meantime, Hector was trying to figure out a way to carry Jayt to his friends, while Jayt stood and remained inclined on this rock, slowly trying to breath while laying on his back.

"... There's gotta be a way to carry you back! I'm not going to leave you here to your death!"

As Jayt stared towards the orange skies and lifted up his head to try to find some peace, he suddenly felt a jolt of heat going through his body, as he tried to endure it, struggling to catch his breath and feeling dread on his chest.

"... H-hah..."

As the heat enveloped him, his body was slowly rising in temperature, afraid of moving an inch even though his body kept twitching, almost as if wanting to break out of it, his fingers slightly coiling out of fear.

Just then, flames then started to appear before his eyes, almost as if he became shrouded by them, awful memories starting to come back.

"... H-hah... H-hah... H-hah!..." He was starting to get anxious, almost having a panic attack.

As his eyes started to tremble from all his frightfulness, his body then started to be enveloped by flames, scorching fire from within, all while his body stood powerless, forcefully transmitting heat from it.

The fire then started spreading out of his body, as he laid watching it spiral out of control. The flames, now a part and extension of his body, started to burn and spill from where he was sitting and all around it, marking his spot.

".... H-hah... H-hah!..."

"... Hector!..." He then cried out for his help as his voice trembled, feeling dread.

Hector then quickly noticed his friend, suddenly ablaze with fire all over him, all while he stood in shock, his eyes opened wide, as he witnessed his friend's body being wrapped around in flames.

"... Jayt?!" Hector then tried to reach out, as he fell onto the depths of his own flames.

"... Does... D-does it look that bad?!..."

Jayt then trembled, almost begging in a soft whimper tone.

"... I..."

"... H..."

"... Help me, Hec..."

"... I'm sorry about it!..."

"... I can't!..."

Hector, as his eyes lit of his comrade's fire before him, then stood in shock, trembling for Jayt.

Jayt, then, started to get up and rise from it, all while trying to drag himself out of it.

He fell on his knees, his arms feeling weak to it, as the fire grew stronger around him and on his back.

"... H..."

He clawed the ground he stood on, all while mercilessly trying not to give in.

"... Jayt?!" Hector didn't even know how to control it, as he didn't want to harm his boyfriend.

Hector then witnessed a gruesome sight, as Jayt then started to grow in front of him.

As his body grew in size, so did the fire around him, causing debris all around him, his shape now being barely recognizable, as the fire hid Jayt's appearance, now only being able to make out his silhouette amidst the fire.

Looking like a burning man, Jayt then raised from the floor, looking ominously towards the tower, his limber body slowly hunching as it kept raising.

Everything about his silhouette was black, being able only to make out his round, white, spirit-like eyes that oozed from inside his eye sockets.

"... J-Jayt? Jayt?..."

He tried calling out his name, but it was already too late, as he could no longer recognize it.

His heart beating now rapidly, Hector then trembled before Jayt, as his chest felt like it was about to be ripped wide open and as if he was about to lose something very dear to him.

His eyes trembling and being frightful over his comrade, he did something uncharacteristically unexpected.

"... AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHH!"

"... What... What was that?!" Adven then shouted, startled by that desperate shout for help.

"That... That almost sounded like Hector..." Lemmy then dreaded to know why would Hector even bellow out such scream, as he knew Hector was not one that could be easily upset and never heard him cry like that unless someone had been hurt.

"... What... What did..."

As the Gods confronted and were fighting Dayley, trying to secure him, a quake then shook on His land once more, while God was watching from above the skies.

"... W-what's happening?!"

"I don't know!" Lemmy was frightened, wondering if this was something God intended.

The Gods then fled, keeping their distances off from Dayley, who was trying to confront them, hoping they would seize their fight, as to not go further with it, afraid he might regret erase the Gods on accident or cause even more unwanted fights or deaths.

"... They're distancing?"

Dayley was hoping this was a sign of the Gods wanting to put a stop to it, but he was afraid of letting his guard down, as he knew God would go through all lengths to make sure to erase them, even almost fearing God had done the worst.

"... Why are they..."

Just then, another quake then shook this land, Dayley having witnessed the land shake too often, what with God have taken things way too far with all this fighting.

"... Ahh!"

Everyone shouted with that quake as the earth trembled, while their feet quivered with fear.

God then came out once more, his voice bellowing from out the skies.

"... The time now has come..."

"... For a new God to bless these lands..."

"... So we can finally put a stop to all the fighting..."

"... To purge the land and reclaim what is rightfully ours."

As they trembled upon their feet, Lemmy then witnessed something dreadful.

His heart almost skipped a beat looking at it, as it was reminding him of someone he knew as a comrade and stood by his side back in their dimension.

"..."

"... What..."

"... What is that..."

As Dayley witnessed the Gods even almost running away, Dayley then felt something ominous behind his back.

As he turned around his head and looked back into it, his heart raced out of fright.

As it reminded him of someone that belonged to his past.

A large being of fire then emerges from the land where the Brightburn Tower once stood, the size of this being looming on Dayley as it stood before him, Dayley's neck being warm from its breath as the weight of consequences weighed on his back.

"... To my brothers and sisters of Aurea, I'd like you to meet..."

"... Ash, the God of Fire and Passion..."

"... Together, we shall rule this land..."

"... And purge it from beings without purpose..."

"... That only seek to walk upon these lands out of their own greed and selfishness..."

The God then stands before them, burning with undying flames, his stare being nothing but vacant white from within, as he stared down Dayley and has gotten repossessed in hopes of taking down Dayley with him.

As the person that it was before inside was no longer conscious about its actions.

To be continued?

#Lemonade #LemonadeFiction #fiction #original content #original characters #superhero #villain #golden age #suspense #mystery #comedy #cartoony #written novel #Lemmy Liam Heel #Jayt #Hector Godfighter Yagami #Dayley Sparks #PG-13

[geeky-politics-46]

Deserve Better

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Another blow to your confidence tips you over the edge when a guy ditches you. Bucky is determined to show you that you derserve so much better.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, language, alcohol use, negative self image, general filth

More of this story than I would like to admit is based on real experience, at least all the crappy stuff. Alcohol was involved while writing. I suck at spelling & grammar but correct things as I find them. Hope you enjoy the results of my shitty evening.

Well this felt really pathetic. If you started crying could this count as a temper tantrum not a breakdown? You didn't really get stood up or dumped. Your friends with benefits bailed on you... Again.

You weren't mad. He had given you good reasons. Granted you had no idea if they were true or not, but if they were they were reasons you would have cited too.

You were diaappointed though. You had pretty much given up on dating, it seemed the only guys who were ever interested were nut jobs or people you would have to be paid to touch, & you didn't do one night stands. They just didn't feel safe. So this had been your last chance to get laid for a few months. You had also passed up the chance to go to a Rangers game to meet up with your FWB.

You sat waiting for your to-go order running through the options in your head, quickly realizing your best option was once again your vibrator. You inwardly sighed as you threw down the rest of your gin & tonic way too fast. You realized you were actually sick of fucking yourself, the thought of another night with your own hand & even your favorite toy made you groan, & not in a good way.

The waiter dropped your bag next to you & you paid for your drink. You tipped an extra dollar since he was nice enough to ignore that you probably looked like you were about to cry when you had ordered it.

As you were pulling a couple ones out of your wallet a cute-ish seeming guy came in by himself. Clearly from out of town with a slight European accent. You figured what the hell? & said hi pulling out your flirty yet coy smile. He totally ignored you.

Well that was close enough to 3 strikes you're out. You tilted your glass as far back as you could, hoping for even the tiniest amount of gin, & grabbed you bag of food. You headed back to the tower with your tail tucked between your legs, pity tears pickling at your eyes, & your new lingerie you had bought just because feeling like it was an irritant on your skin.

At least it was windy. You could play off the stray tear as being caused by that or picking at your mascara. Your only stop was a drugstore where you grabbed a bottle of wine.

As you stepped into the elevator you opened the twist top on the glass bottle & let the first couple real tears fall. All your life you had never felt good enough, pretty enough. You were never anyone's first choice. Now you weren't even good enough to just screw & leave.

You didn't think you were asking a lot, you really didn't care if this ever became anything beyond sex. But for the first time in your life, at nearly 32, you were finally having good sex. The thought of going another 4 years, your longest dry spell, untouched made you want to throw yourself off the roof.

Thank God the elevator doors opened & pulled you from your own destructive thoughts. There was no one in the living room or the kitchen & it was basically silent, because of course it was. It was a Friday night & everyone had their own things to do. So you wandered into the kitchen grabbed a fork from the utensil drawer & the new pack of AA batteries from the junk drawer.

Sinking into the couch you displayed your sad little picnic on the coffee table in front of you. Burger & fries, screw top wine bottle already part way empty, & batteries that were now your date for the night. You collapsed forward onto your own thighs letting your arms wirelessly drape over so your knuckles brushed the floor & sighed in complete defeat before muttering a "just kill me" into your leggings.

Sure you wanted a relationship, not necessarily with your FWB, but you were also very aware that beggers can't be choosers. You were a begger & you always had been, which is why you were where you were now. Horny, a little drunk, & on the verge of tears.

"But what if I kinda like having you around?" A deep but light hearted voice answered you softly from the hallway. Clearly trying not to startle you. Ending his statement with a chuckle, seemingly to apologize for eavesdropping.

With a groan you lifted your upper body back up to a seated position before flopping back into back of the couch. Looking up at the man who had spoke you felt your heart lift slightly. You should have guessed Bucky would be there. He wssn't a big fan of going out on the weekends, there were too many people out.

He cautiously moved forward, not 100% sure if he was welcome or not. You noticed his hesitancy & moved a few inches to your right signalling it was fine to join you. To reinforce your comfort with him joining you you told him "sorry Buck, if I knew you were here I would have gotten you food, but you can have mine if you want. I'm not that hungry anymore. Just don't touch my wine."

You forced a small laugh past your lips & tried not to come off too sad. As he sat down next to you, Bucky wasn't buying it. He could see the pain in your eyes. He wanted you to tell him what was wrong. He wanted you to tell him everything.

He knew you had plans tonight with that guy, the one that he really didn't like, but now you were here with tears in your eyes. He wanted to punch him for putting that look on your face. You had told Bucky you had no intention of getting serious with this guy, that you were friends from forever ago, that it just made you feel good someone was actually interested in you that way. You said you were so sick of dating & heartbreak, you just wanted to have fun. Well you didn't look like you were having much fun, & it didn't look like you felt particularly good. That tore him up inside.

You curled your legs up underneath you & pulled the blanket off the back of the couch onto your shoulders. You tried to ignore the way Bucky kept glancing at you as he picked at the fries. Every couple minutes he would hold one out to you & you would accept it. Eventually you softened enough that you finally said with a little bit of a shaky breath "he bailed on me at the last minute, again."

All Bucky could do was nod in understanding & turn to look at you. You were still staring at your hands, tears sparkling at the corners of your eyes. Finally letting them fall as you spoke again.

"I'm now consistently getting blown off by my friend with benefits. I can't even keep a guy interested when the only thing I'm asking him for is sex. How pathetic is that? I'm not even good enough to just be a regular fuck buddy for someone I guess."

You choked back a small sob. It wasn't about that particular guy, it was about all of them. How they had all beaten you down & made you feel worthless.

You had confided in Bucky one night after a particularly terrible date how you hadn't even gone on a date until college. That you had spent so much time watching all the other girls in high school get asked on dates, go to dances, & fall in love. While you were left to wonder what was so wrong with you. It's a wonder you had managed to lose your virginity at 19. Especially considering only one other guy had even so much as kissed you before that.

You had spent all your life being the girl who felt passed over, so when the opportunity of having a friend with benefits opened up you jumped at it. Not that you were overly attracted to the guy, which in a sex only relationship was a good thing, but you felt desired & that felt great. It was also the best sex, & really the only good sex, you'd ever had. So you put up with all the little inequalities & things.

Bucky wanted to grab you & hold you. Tell you how much time he spent thinking about you. Wanting you. How you deserved so much more. How he wanted to spend the rest of his life trying to give that to you.

The straw the finally broke the camel's back was when you stood up to go to your room. The wine bottle now mostly empty but most of the food still untouched. You shrugged off the blanket as you got up & started to wiggle your shoulders & reach back behind you with Bucky watching on in confusion.

"You wanna know the really pathetic thing? If it weren't for the fact that he's the only guy who's ever made me cum I don't think I'd put up with it... Or spend the money. There's $75 I'm never gonna see again." You chuckled in absurdity as you pulled your bra out through your sleeve & let the metallic maroon lace dangle from your fingers.

You said goodnight & shuffled away to your room dragging the see through bra behind you, leaving Bucky a jumble of emotions. On one hand he genuinely cared for you. In truth he was head over heels for you, & he didn't want to leave you feeling so down on yourself. You were kind, & smart, & funny, & my god you were so sexy.

He was also furious that not only had all these other guys treated you so badly, apparently they couldn't even mange to please you either. You were overdo probably at least a couple thousand orgasms & Bucky would happily give his right arm to be the one to remedy that.

Between your admission that none of your worthless ex's could make you cum & pulling your bra off like some dirty magic trick Bucky was also now really turned on. He didn't want to seem like he was taking advantage of you, especially since he really wanted you to be his girl, but he wanted you so bad right now. He looked at the table trying to formulate what to do.

The batteries. You had probably meant to take them with you. He could bring them to you. Although if his plan didn't work & he had to listen to you play with yourself with that fucking toy tonight thru the wall he might just explode. His hand lingered over the packet, it was now or never.

Before he could second guess himself he snatched the packet & quickly walked down the hall to your door. Knocking on the door before his brain could register the sound of the shower from the other side. He cringed as he heard you sniffle fumbling toward the door, cursing as you tripped over something before opening it

"Sorry for interrupting. You... You forgot these." He extended his vibranium hand & you noticed the batteries. Truth be told you had forgotten about them completely. You had been wrapped up in thinking about the man that now stood in front of you. You adored Bucky, but you didn't want to jeopardize your friendship when you were sure he didn't feel the same way. Secretly you dreamed of him whisking you off your feet like your very own Prince Charming, but you wouldn't take the risk of losing him completely. 

Now here you were, with your dream guy standing at your door. In your grungy sweatshirt, fancy new very tiny lace panties, & mascara tinted tears on your face. You moved back from the door & sat on the edge of your bed pulling your hands into your sleeves & staring at your fingers. You let the dark thoughts take over.

"Thanks you can just throw them on my nightstand. Umm.... Can I ask you a question Buck? As a guy... What's wrong with me? Why am I so unwantable? What makes me so unsexy? It's not even about him, I just..."

You finally broke. Dissolving into sobs completely forgetting the shower running. You held one hand to your face, trying to hide, & wrapped your other right around your waist.

Bucky's heart shattered & he scrambled into the room shutting the door behind him. Dropping to kneel in front of you, sliding your legs apart to slot himself between them without even thinking. He grabbed your hands away from your body & cradled your face in his hands. Quietly shushing you & kissing the tears away from your cheeks. Trying his best to soothe & calm you.

"Hey, hey, hey. Look at me sweetheart. There is not a god damn thing wrong with you, y/n. It's all those fucking guys that have something wrong with them. Okay? I wish I knew what to tell you to make you believe this, but you are so fucking sexy & incredible. Any guy that doesn't spend every moment of everyday wanting you is insane or stupid. I can't stand to hear you talk like this, watch you feel like this. I wish you could see what I see."

He pulled you flush to his chest & let you wrap your arms tight around his neck, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He let you heave & squeak out a few more sobs into his neck, complete with several hiccups & hurried anxious breaths. He rocked you side to side, gently kissed your head, & tried to hold back his own tears. His heart ached for you, to love you, & he had let you down by even letting you feel this way in the first place.

Your breathing slowly leveled out & your arms released their death grip. Bucky let you pull back from his chest & pressed his forehead to your's. Your eyes puffy & your cheeks red. He had to tell you how he loved you. He had to show you how amazing & beautiful you were. Hopefully you would let him. Even if it was only for the night, he was determined to make you feel like the goddess you were to him.

Your soft sniffles continued & your eyes were still closed, but the tears had now subsided. He let his hands slide from your waist to the outside of your thighs rubbing his thumbs up & down against your soft skin. He suddenly became aware that he was on his knees between your bare legs, a place he thought he would only dream of ever getting to be. He started to speak & he knew there was no stopping.

"Listen I know that you are in a bad frame of mind right now, & I need you to know that I would never take advantage of you. If you tell me to leave I will. Just say the word. But... I want you to know that I mean every word okay? You are the sexiest woman in the world & you drive me absolutely insane. You have no idea how bad I want you. All you have to do is smile at me & I turn to goo. You can be dressed up or in this ratty sweatshirt & all I want to do is take you to bed & worship you. When you pulled that trick with your bra out there, oh my god, I nearly passed out with how fast my blood left my brain."

That statement made you giggle. It was only then that you realized you were holding your breath. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. This couldn't be happening. It was too perfect. You let your hands rest on the back of his neck & play with his short chestnut brown hair. The muscles of your stomach clenched & your heart jumped when his fingertips pressed into your hips just below the thin waistband of your panties.

"It's not just physically either. I mean you are fucking gorgeous but God I love all of you so much, y/n. Your sense of humor, the way you think, the way you get along with everyone. I can't believe I'm actually telling you this, but I love you & I have loved you for so long. It has killed me watching you be with all those idiots. The fact that they made you feel this way, & didn't even put your pleasure first, makes me want to rip them limb from limb. You deserve so much better than them, you deserve so much better than me. You deserve the entire fucking universe at your feet. Right now I don't care if I'm making the biggest mistake ever & if you never want to even look at me after this, but please even just for the night, let me show you how much I love you & how incredible you are. Please just let me make love to you. Let me make you feel good. Let me try to give you what you deserve."

Your eyes had opened at some point during his confession & you were now staring deep into his gentle blue eyes. You bit your bottom lip as you gazed at him looking for any hint of hesitation or lies. You found none.

"Please y/n, just say something. You're killing me here." He pleaded, trying to steal his feelings. Now fearing the worst.

You moved your face just a little bit closer to his & began to pull his body into you. "Yes please Bucky. Make love to me."

Your mouths finally met in a soft but passionate kiss. His plump lips running over yours slowly caressing your skin. His tongue slow slid against your bottom lip asking to deepen the kiss, to let him in. You quickly obliged & he began to massage your tongue with his.

As you pulled apart you both panted out of breath. Pressing light kisses on each other & nuzzling your faces together it was your turn to confess.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I love you too Buck. I just thought there was no way you could love me."

He moved his hands to grip your ass & yanked you forward on the mattress. Groaning as he felt your bare ass cheeks separate by the delicate lace g-string. "I'm gonna spend all night showing you how much I love you, y/n. I'm gonna make you cum so many times you will forget anyone else exists."

He smashed his lips to yours & began clawing at the plush flesh of your hips. He pulled your sweatshirt over your head leaving you in just your panties. He dropped his gaze to look down at your body & inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of your warm body & your now apparent arousal for him. The sound of him making you nipples stiffen in anticipation.

Bucky began placing hungry open mouthed kisses up & down your neck & throat as you wrapped your legs around his waist making his hips start to grind against you. You could feel his large hard bulge through the rough material of his jeans & the feeling of it only spurred you on. Your hands scraping up his side's to pull his shirt off.

"You are so sexy Bucky." You marveled at his body as you ran your hands up & down his chest. He smiled & sweetly kissed your lips.

"You're sexier baby. Now, since you've already got the shower running, why don't we go clean up before we run out of hot water. Plus if we keep going like this I'm gonna rip these tiny fucking panties right off of you, & if I remember right you said they weren't cheap."

Moaning at his suggestion you looked at him through lust heavy eyelids, now blissfully unaware of your smudged makeup. You nodded enthusiastically & squeaked in surprise as he effortlessly hoisted you up off the mattress, his hands under your thighs & carried you into the bathroom that was now clouded with steam.

He gently lowered you to your feet. Taking his time as his hands caressed slowly up your body. He looked at you like you were a precious piece of art. Your mouth fell open & you stood speechless at the man before you who in a single moment in a single touch had nurtured your heart, your mind, & your body in a way no one ever had.

He softly pressed his lips to yours as he pulled your hair loose & brushed it back. He started making his way down your body. Pressing kiss after kiss to your skin that was now buzzing like a live wire.

First he kissed your neck & whispered in your ear how beautiful you were. Then your collarbone, the top of each breast & between them. He let his lips ghost over your nipples without providing direct stimulation. He chuckled as you whined in protest & tried to angle a nipple back towards his mouth.

He pressed his face to the center of your ribcage & gently scolded you, "not just yet babydoll. I wanna take my time with you." Once he had reached your hips he kissed the top of each hipbine before placed a kiss right onto your mound over your panties.

Hooking his thumb under each side strap he gazed up & you for permission to take them off. You let your hands thread through his hair & whispered "please Buck".

He gave you a lopsided slightly goofy grin & said "as incredibly sexy as these are doll, & I definitely want to see you in the whole set sometime, I think you will be fucking delicious with them off." With that he slowly slid them down your legs, pausing momentarily as the wet fabric separated from your slick pussy. A groan was pulled deep from somewhere in his chest as he got his first good view of your sex. You were soaked.

"So wet doll. Can't wait to taste you later. All this really for me?" He inhaled your sweet scent & had to fight the urge to devour you right then & there. He dropped your panties to the floor & you stepped out of them as he stood back up bringing his hand to pop the button & pull down the fly of his jeans.

You took his hands & moved them to your waist before taking over where he had left off. Sliding your hands inside the denim fabric at his sides & catching your thumb in the waistband of his boxer briefs you tilted your head up & whispered into his throat. "All for you Buck. Just for you."

Placing a wet sucking kiss on his Adam's apple as you pushed the fabric of both layers down his muscular frame. Feeling the resistance of his hard cock against the elastic band of his underwear, you dropped your head down to see him as he sprung free. You both gasped in unison, him at the delicious bit of friction & you at the magnificent sight of him bare before you.

Dragging your fingers across his low belly you let yourself run your hand along the underside of his thick cock before stroking him up & down several times. As if reading your mind he leaned down to whisper in your ear "All for you babydoll. All because of you." & placed a kiss on the sweet spot under your lobe. 

Relishing each other's touch for a moment longer you stood on the balls of your feet & sunk into his kiss once more. As an anxious as you were for him to take you straight to bed you did want to wash the lingering stress from your body. So you reluctantly pulled apart & stepped into the shower under the warm water with Bucky's firm body pressed up behind you.

Between the heat of the water & the comfort of Bucky's arms around you, your muscles melted & you immediately felt even better. You grabbed your face wash & proceeded to scrub the remainder of ruined makeup for your eyes & cheeks.

Bucky's lips had yet to stop dragging along the skin of your neck, shoulders, & upper back. One flesh palm & one vibranium held tight against the curve of your soft stomach. If this was any other man you would cringe & move his hands away from your most insecure spot, but with Bucky it felt right. You extended your arms backwards to give his thighs a squeeze, telling him to soften his grasp momentarily so could reach to grab the body wash.

He gladly obliged & grabbed the bottle from your delicate fingers. He deftly flipped the cap & squirted a line of gel down the center of your torso. Your hands met & spread the slick substance over your frame in tandem. The heady scent of berries, patchouli, rose, & amber quickly enveloped you both adding to the eroticism.

His large hands groped & kneaded your breasts. For the first time his fingers began to toy with your nipples. Swirling the pads of his fingers around them before gently pinching them. The sweet sudden pressure caused your hips to buck back grinding your ass against him. His now leaking head making contact with your low back & his shaft sliding between your cheeks.

The touch of him so needy against you sparked a flame in your chest & you spun around in his arms to face him. You spent several more minutes running the fragrant suds over each other, seemingly trying to memorize the curves & planes of each other's bodies. Lips locked in heated contact.

It was you who reached the end of your rope first, pulling him under the stream to rinse you both as you began to beg him for more.

"Please James, I can't wait any longer. I need you to fuck me."

Between hearing you call him by his real name, & your desperate plea for him, his own resolve snapped. Quickly turning off the water & grabbing a towel to hurriedly dry you both. He picked you up once more, your legs wrapping around him & your dripping cunt pressed to his abdomen, & he carried you to your bed.

He laid you down on the soft blankets like you were a priceless piece of porcelain & gingerly lowered his large frame to rest on top of you. Your legs spreading open to slot his body flush against you.

He let his weight balance on his vibranium forearm & ran his flesh fingers over the curves of your right side. Cutting across the crease of your hip he stopped just short of where you body was screaming for his touch. He locked eyes with you one more time to confirm that  you still wanted this. That you still wanted him. As if there was any stopping the cascade of need for each other that had been set in motion.

You brushed your thumb across his cheek & grinned with a single nod. With that his fingers finally slid past your mound & down to caress the supple wet lips of your pussy. Initially ghosting over them with a single digit, but on feeling how drenched you were Bucky moaned a breathy "fuck" & pressed 3 fingers firmly to your slit.

The pressure he finally made against your cunt caused your back to arch & your eyes to snap shut. You legs pulled back farther to grant your soldier even better access to your sex & your hips were starting to rut against his fingertips. Bucky couldn't help but smile, never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought you would react like this to his touch.

He gently slid his long middle finger inside you as he brought his thumb to dance along the edges of your clit. He wanted to memorize every noise you made, from the whimpers coming from your plush lips to the wet suctioning against his finger each time it plunged back into you.

Without any warning he added his index finger to action, feeling your tight hole stretch to accommodate his second finger had his own control hanging by a thread. His vibranium hand gripping onto the pillow beneath your head.

"Fuck so tight babydoll." He praised under his breath as he bit his lower lip trying to keep focused on the pleasure he was wringing from you.

He quickly added his ring finger to his assault. Dragging all 3 three fingers in & out of your fluttering heat as he let his thumb draw more direct circles on your now throbbing clit. He could tell you were quickly hurtling towards the point of no return as he added a flick upwards in his wrist.

"Oh god Buck! Gonna cum, don't stop. Fuck yes James. Please don't stop!"

You now gazed slack jawed back into his sparkling blue eyes that were entirely focused on seeing you fall apart beneath him. Eyes that belonged to the sweetest man you had ever met, who was now responsible for the filthiest noises falling from your lips. You couldn't help but plead for him not to stop as your body began shaking & squeezing his fingers even tighter. Letting the wave of your orgasm crash against you.

You let him coax you back down slowly, stroking your hair with his metal finger tips as his flesh ones began to still inside you. Placing small kisses on your lips as fingers slipped from your wet depths, teasing along your now swollen sensitive pussy feeling how your orgasm had left you dripping. The thought that he was responsible for your wrecked state made a pride flourish in his chest.

Making sure you were watching his movements, he pulled his fingers to his mouth & took his time licking your juices from each one. It may only be his first real taste of you, but he knew right then that he would never get enough.

The sight of Bucky savoring the taste of your cunt on his fingers was almost too much to take. You felt empty & the only thing that could possibly make you feel full was Bucky's cock. You slid your hand down his sculpted abdomen & trailed a finger around his swollen leaking head working to spred his pre-cum around his ridge before closing your hand around his thick shaft & starting to pump him.

The feeling of him made your mouth water & your walls clench in anticipation. His cock was perfectly veined & silky to the touch. So solid & thick your fingers barely touched when wrapped around him. He began to needily thrust up into your fist when you added a twist at the end of each stroke. When he started to whimper you released his shaft & started to roll his balls between your fingers.

He eventually pulled your hands away from his cock & pinned them to the bed beside your head. He pressed his forehead to yours in between slow deep kisses as he tried to gather his composure. Panting as he looked at you laid out under him.

"I wanted to take my time with you doll, make you cum over & over before I let myself fuck you. Make you see stars with my fingers & my tongue, god so many times with my tongue, before I let you have my cock. But, fuck, you & this pretty little pussy are driving me nuts here. Don't think I can wait any longer."

You wrapped your legs around his hips & pulled his pelvis down to yours, managing to angle your hips just right so the tip of his cock was slotted just inside your opening.

"Then don't wait Bucky. Fuck me." Your expression softened for a moment, from one of passion to one of love, & you added, "wanna be your girl Buck."

Without a moment's hesitation he plunged his cock all the way inside of you. Eliciting a moan from both of you. Bracing & holding himself in place while your body adjusted to the stretch of him. While he waited he cupped your cheek with his left palm, the coolness of the vibranium a sharp contrast from the rest of his body.

"I've dreampt of hearing you say that. My girl."

Bucky placed one last sweet kiss on your lips before he started slowly thrusting in & out of you. Each push & pull dragging deliciously against your walls allowing you to feel every milimeter he gave you. Slowing all the more as the top of his cock head slid against your g-spot.

"Oh god Buck, you're so big. So fucking deep! Fuck me harder baby!"

You were gripping onto his shoulders, burying your face into his scar where his metal arm connected to his body. Making a conscious effort to place extra licks & kisses along the mared skin to show him how much you loved even the spot he sometimes hated.

"Yeah? You want it harder doll? Here I wanted to be all soft & sweet with you the first time. Should have known you were really a dirty little girl. Let me hear you baby. Tell me how my princess wants me to fuck her tight little pussy."

He punctuated his statement with a bite your neck & started thrusting harder into you, but he purposely kept his pace slow to let you get your words out. Even though he wanted to plow you into next week.

"Soft & sweet later James, right now I want it hard & fast. Been teasing me all night. Turning me into your little slut. You know what you're doing to me. Fuck me hard."

Bucky moaned loudly into your neck the moment he heard you call yourself his little slut. It took every ounce of strength he had not to cum right there. You were an absolute minx & he was the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

"Well if you're my little slut then why am I doing all the work?" He quickly rolled so you were on top of him & before you could react he brought his right hand to slap your ass.

"Now be a good little slut & ride my cock. Take what you want baby. Make yourself cum & let me watch. There's my good girl."

Bucky had been so incredible to you already, even though you knew your night was no where near over, you wanted to give him a good show. You sat up nice & straight as you started to bounce on him. Letting your breasts jiggle up & down as the sound of you ass hitting his thighs richoted around the room.

You rolled your hips forward & backward as you rode his cock creating an extra friction on your clit. When that friction started to build & throb you let your head drop back & your eyes squeeze closed. Your hips thrust faster & shallower as you chased your orgasm.

Little squeaks & grunts coming from your lips as you fucked yourself on Bucky's cock. Your body was thrown over the cliff's edge as you felt his hips buck up from underneath you & your weight fell forward onto his chest as you shuttered & wailed.

He kept fucking you through your orgasm, thrusting into you from below. Each time his tip brushed your sweet spot a new firework burst behind your eyelids. Your mewls & whines pushing him right to his edge & he was chanting "so close baby."

As you started to come down you wanted to feel him even closer. Knowing his orgasm was just around the corner you wrapped your arms under his neck & pressed your lips to his ear as you whispered "Cum in my pussy James. Want you to fill me up."

Something snapped in Bucky's brain when you said that. Something animal took over & he threw you hard on your back before frantically rutting into you like his very life depended on it. His face was pressed into your neck & his teeth clenched when you heard him growl as he came.

Feeling his thick warm cum fill you spray by spray you sighed in pleasure & wiggled your hips to milk even more from him. Cooing in his ear about how good it felt being full of his cum, & it did.

He slowly leaned back & pulled himself from your body much to your reluctance. Watching as his cum began to trickle from you. He grabbed his shirt off the floor from were you had thrown it earlier & quickly wiped you down. It wasn't the best job but it was good enough for now. He wanted to hold you for a bit before either of you did anything else.

He dropped the shirt back to the side & pulled you tight to his chest. He knew what you said about being his girl, but his mind kept telling him maybe you just said it in the heat of the moment. So as you snuggled into his chest eyes closed with a content smile he began to open & close his mouth like a fish gasping for air.

From your comfy spot you said with a chuckle "I smell the gears starting to smoke Buck. Stop worrying. I meant it. I wanna be your girl. It took you long enough to ask."

You lifted your head up & kissed him. Staring into his eyes once more. Both full of passion & boyish charm. He couldn't help but a sheepish shrug & replied "well, I thought you deserve better than me."

Tilting his chin up slightly with your index finger you answered, "James Buchanan Barnes, there is no one better for me than you. I love you Bucky."

A genuine smile crossed Bucky's face & after so long the feeling of being honestly happy & in love felt brand new again. It was a feeling he could get used to.

"I love you more, y/n."

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[mrsbrekkers]

Hi! How are you?

Could I get a Kaz Brekker imagine where he opens up to the reader after a job about his past and the next day he tells her it was a mistake and a lapse of judgement, quite harshly. And then the reader gets hurt after a heist and he realises how much he actually needs her.

Thank you <3

i’m doing pretty good! first kaz fic tehe, i’ve been waiting to do kaz brekker one-shots since i read the books. he is v much a comfort character. i understand his aversion to physical touch ( i have panic attacks at times because of so ), his humor, and inner dialogue so he is v dear and near to my heart yeeee

i switched up the next day bit and did it as the same time since it made more sense to me?? i’m not sure how to explain it haha

pairings! kaz x reader / jesper x wylan + nina x matthias ( with inej third wheeling because she’d so do so. ) 

reader is female in this, but i can make it non-gender specific if one would like me too! just let me know i’m very flexible in my writing!

warnings! talking about jordie, ptsd, trauma, talk of death, loss of a brother + mother, swear words, kaz being sad, panic attacks, blood, near death experience, pekka a-hole rollins,

word count; 2610 ( proud again haha )

one-shot under cut!

COMPANIONABLE SILENCE

The Slat had become uncharacteristically quiet. A successful heist on part of the Crows made for easy celebration amongst the Dregs. Most sat gambling at the Crow Club, drinking the night away. Jesper had been having a weirdly lucky night, the money in front of him displaying such. Wylan had been on Jesper’s leg the entire night, and the occasional ‘This is my lucky charm’ could be heard from Jesper. Inej and Nina sat drinking together, Matthias looking like an unwilling bystander to the girls' fun. And yet, Y/N found herself back at the Slat after the long day. Her back screamed at her to call it a night, but instead, she found herself in front of Kaz’s door.

It was a routine the two had when they were the only ones at the Slat. Y/N would sit on the bed, head in a book, and Kaz would sit quietly at his desk planning whatever it was Kaz Brekker decided to plan. It seemed the same tonight, with Y/N quietly reading, until her head lifted to see Kaz rubbing his eyes.

“You need to get more sleep. The amount you manage is minimal. I’m surprised you’re not dead yet,” Y/N commented, her book falling into her lap, the page she’d left off on now folded at the corner. It surprised her how Kaz managed to live off of his, if lucky, two hours of sleep. She’d never understand it. Granted, she slept less than the suggested as well, but she always made up for it with at least a nap during the day.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” 

That might be sooner than you think at this rate. But Y/N wouldn’t take that for an answer. She wasn’t usually a pushy person, especially with Kaz Brekker. She’d learned being pushy with him was never a good idea, considering the amount of people who did were left with a ruined reputation and nothing to live with.

“Sleeping when you’re dead isn’t an option in Ketterdam. Even when you’re dead here, you’re really not. Especially when people know of you. And last time I checked, the entire city knows you, and half of it wants your head on a silver platter. I’m actually sure people outside of the city know you, and may want the same,” Y/N said, standing and moving over to the wooden desk, sitting across from Kaz. Her eyes landed on the work Kaz worked on, seeing another heist plan he was drawing out.

Kaz wasn’t going to give in easily, anyone who knew him knew he was stubborn. One of the most stubborn people who lived in Ketterdam, but he knew what Y/N was saying held some truth in it. One was never truly dead in Ketterdam. He suspected people would dig up his body to hand over to Pekka Rollins - no, he wouldn’t die before Pekka Rollins did, that was a promise he’d made himself after Jordie. Brick by Brick. He couldn’t pull Rollins apart if he was dead. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t dead yet: his vigor to destroy the man who’d killed his brother. But he did suspect that when he, Kaz Brekker, was dead, he’d never truly be dead.

“Even so, I have things to do, plans to make-”

“At 1 in the morning? I’m sure such plans aren’t going to disappear overnight.” Being cut off, Kaz casted Y/N a glare, eyes narrowing. Why she had such influence over him, he’d never know. Or, maybe he did know and wasn’t going to express why. Because why would he? Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason after all. He always had reasons though.

Finally, Y/N sighed. “I don’t expect you to listen to me, but I’m not going to let you rot away from the lack of sleep you get, Kaz. I am just as stubborn as you, and if I must? I will sit here and bug you about your lack of sleep until sunrise. Or until I inevitably fall asleep.” The smallest glimpse of a smile reached Kaz’s lips, an instinct to roll his eyes almost playfully too. Stubborn about the well-being of her friends was a Y/N special. Kaz had simply thought he’d have time before she got on his ass about his own health.

She’d already gotten on Wylan about his self-destructive habits. His tendency to blame himself for not being good enough. Y/N had practically choked him out once when he’d gone on a rant about how he was a problem for the Crows. A burden. Kaz himself had been somewhat frightened. She’d found ways to help Jesper and his gambling addiction, which usually included them gambling, but in ways that didn’t involve money. She’d gotten on Matthias for his excuses to not kiss Nina.

If Kaz remembered correctly, she’d called it ‘redirecting the issue’.

“You’re avoiding something,” Y/N then spoke, crossing her arms. Weren’t they all avoiding something? Kaz thought, huffing as he sat back into his seat. This was Ketterdam after all. If you weren’t running from some rich merchant, then you were running from their son. Wylan had simply been a lucky break in that usual streak.

“You say that as if we all aren’t running from something,” Kaz finally said out loud, his eyes casted downwards.

“Avoiding, Kaz. Not running, and something tells me the thing you’re avoiding isn’t something, but someone.” Y/N knew the look Kaz had on. She’d worn it herself dozens of times.

“I had a brother.” Kaz couldn’t bring himself to look directly at Y/N. It would make talking about this all too real. Too much. Was this a lapse in his judgement? Why was he telling her this? Had she managed to get so under his skin? 

“We moved to Ketterdam after my father died. My brother . . . Jordie-'' the name came out with a small crack in his voice. He hadn’t said that name out loud since he’d laid on his sick brother’s chest. “Was hopeful about what the city would bring, and it brought peace for some time. We worked with a man for some time, and my brother was in on a deal. One that seemed too good to be true,” Kaz scowled now, his anger seeming to rise as he spoke.

Y/N sighed, knowing where this was going now. “When an offer is too good to be true-”

“It usually is. That man went by a different name then. One to scam people for their money to rise through the ranks of the Barrel.” Kaz finally lifted his eyes, seeing the realization rush over Y/N’s face.

“Pekka Rollins.”

“Pekka Rollins is the reason my brother is dead.”

The room fell silent for a few moments, Y/N contemplating what to say. She had a feeling she was among the few who knew Kaz’s story. She was tempted to ask how Joride died, but she could infer. She’d been around Ketterdam during the time firepox had plagued the city. Her mother had been taken from the disease. She’d been the same age as Kaz. It began clicking in her head too.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N murmured. “I know you probably don’t want my pity, but really, I’m sorry.” It made sense why Kaz felt like he needed to best Pekka Rollins. He wanted revenge. He wanted Rollins to be just as down as him and his brother had been.

Kaz sucked in a deep breath, standing and running a hand through his hair. His regret for telling the woman before him began to consume him. This was a mistake. Why had he told her? A harsh look fell over his face, looking down at the plans he had laid out. “I need to finish these plans, and I’m sure you need some sleep,” his tone was harsh, but it was clear there was hurt underlying it. He wasn’t going to be an outright asshole, but he needed his space now.

“You need sleep too, and I doubt you’re in the right headspace to try and make plans-”

“Y/N, leave.” He internally was begging. And Kaz Brekker never begged . . . but Kaz Rietveld would, and that’s who was begging. 

“Kaz-”

“Leave.” Anger washed over his features, his eyes directing Y/N to the door.

Y/N sighed, walking towards the door. Before she turned the knob, she stopped. “You know being open about your past doesn’t make you weak, right?” But Kaz said nothing, afraid his voice would fail him. With no words spoken for a beat, Y/N opened the door, shutting it as she paced down the steps.

Her book still lied on the bed, the folded paper to the chapter she was on prominent. Kaz took one look at it before sighing and sitting in the chair, one tear making its way down his face.

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It was supposed to be in and out. Another job. Another however much Kruge. Where is she? Kaz thought. Y/N was never one for being late. Sure she was working with Jesper, who was notoriously late, but she should’ve been out before Jesper was, and she wasn’t.

It’d been a week of no speaking. Kaz couldn’t speak to her after revealing so much. He feared it would become all too real. A common fear he had. Stealing, picking locks, it was all real to him, yes, but he never experienced reality when he was on a job. It was his way of ‘avoiding’ as Y/N would put it. But now, he couldn’t avoid the reality of this job.

The reality was: He’d ignored Y/N for a week in fear, and now she wasn’t at the rondevu point.

She’s Y/N, she isn’t dead. But that may not be true. She could indeed be dead. She could be, She could be, She could be.... Dozens of potential outcomes came to mind.

The world seemed to spin as he paced. Nina and Matthias had already tried to calm him. Nina had even tried to calm his heart rate down. Wylan seemed to be just as worried as Kaz as well, Jesper still out there alongside Y/N and all. Inej was calm, but it was clear she was worried too. They all were, but Kaz was being unusually emotional. 

“At this rate, you’re going to have a heart attack Kaz,” Nina had said.

And if he did, then that’d be a first for the Bastard of The Barrel. 

“And you’re not close to having one?” Wylan asked, shooting a glare over at Nina.

Kaz mentally thanked Wylan. At least he wasn’t the only one close to breaking down. Get in and out. In and out. What had gone wrong?

But then he heard the sound of boots running across the muddy ground, his eyes shooting up to see Jesper carrying a bleeding Y/N.

She’s bleeding. Who had hurt her? Kaz wasn’t sure, but anger filled him. That was until he fully internalized that Y/N was bleeding.

“Jesper, what happened?”

Jesper helped Y/N into the safe house, his breathing heavy as he helped her onto the bed of one of the rooms. “Rollins. He got word of the job. We became overwhelmed and Y/N here took a bullet to the shoulder.” Then Wylan was practically engulfing Jesper in a hug.

How? Was Kaz’s initial thought, but with a huff, he closed his eyes. Moving over to follow Jesper, he took off his coat. Upon entering the room Y/N was sitting in, he nodded towards her good arm, silently asking for her to take off the sleeve of the arm that was hit.

“I thought we weren’t speaking?” Y/N asked, groaning as she pulled the sleeve of her bad shoulder off with some help from Inej who pushed everyone else out of the room. Inej left as well, but gave Kaz a nod to let her know when he would need help.

Kaz didn’t lift his eyes to look at Y/N, his eyes steady on the bullet lodged in her shoulder. He pulled out the medical kit under the bed. Always prepared, Y/N thought.

“How did Rollins find out?” Y/N asked, watching Kaz pick up tweezers from the small medical kit.

“I’m not sure, but I plan on figuring it out. Stay still.” And Y/N did, knowing this was hard enough as it was for Kaz, she didn’t want to make it any harder. Squeezing her eyes shut as she prepared for the pain. She gripped onto the bed, seething as Kaz took the bullet out with the tweezers.

“I hope you know, I didn’t mean any harm last week.” Kaz knew what Y/N was referring too, and he simply nodded for the moment. Picking up the bandages from the kit, Y/N shook her head.

“Get Inej to do it, you’ve already pushed yourself enough.”

“It’s fine,” Kaz spoke, his voice firm.

“Kaz, don’t-”

“I want too.” His eyes lifted to finally look up at Y/N. She looked down as well, silently nodding. She understood Kaz enough to know this was his apology for ignoring her the past week.

“My mother, she died from firepox,” Y/N spoke quietly. She didn’t know how Kaz would take her bringing it up, but she felt that if she didn’t, they’d build up all this anger again. They’d ignore one another again. Kaz stalled. Flashes of Jordie and Reapers Barge consumed him for a few moments. Y/N’s skin turned cold, icy and raw. He flinched away from the feeling.

Then he heard it - Y/N’s heartbeat. She was living. She wasn’t a corpse. The heartbeat and blood were testament to that. She isn’t dead. 

“I never told you how he died,” Kaz spoke quietly. He wasn’t used to talking about such subjects with anyone. It was the reason he’d taken on a different surname. That way he could cut ties with his past.

But for some reason, Y/N was able to make him feel . . . though begrudgingly, open with his past.

“I can infer, Kaz,” Y/N said with a small hiss as Kaz finished with the bandage, his hands shaky. “Now, you can continue ignoring me if you wish, I imagine you enjoy avoiding me.”

“I don’t enjoy it.” Kaz now had someone he connected with on a level he wasn’t used to. He wasn’t going to enjoy being apart from that.

“I know, I was simply making sure,” Y/N teased, her lips quirking in a small smile.

Kaz gave a small shake of his head, his lips pulling into a smile as well for just a moment. Then he picked up his coat he’d taken off. “I imagine you’re cold, here,” he spoke then, watching as Y/N took it and wrapped it around herself.

Then the door swung open, Nina rushing over to give Y/N a hug. “Kaz here almost had a heart attack. Wylan almost did. Jeez, never do that again,” she said, laughing a bit.

“Ouch, ouch, Nina,” Y/N spoke, referencing the still open wound on her shoulder.

“Sorry, sorry. We made food for you,” Nina said, smiling before handing Y/N a tray of food.

Kaz exited the room, allowing the others some time to talk to Y/N. Inej followed him, her arms crossed as she leaned against one of the walls.

“What information do you want me to get on Rollins?”

“Whatever you can find.” You’re not taking her from me Rollins, and you’d better be ready when I do come for you. Brick by Brick.

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[animeangsteng]

Exchange

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Exchange

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

Warning: Death, Human exchange, Kidnapping, Brainwashing, Torture (mention), Self-Hate, Depression, Suicidal thoughts, Trauma, (canon) Violence, Betrayal, Self-destructive tendencies

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Bucky x fem! reader

Based on this post by @thefandomplace

I’ve never written something so fast.

It literally took half an hour so it might not be the best thing I’ve ever written but I really like it.

Enjoy and stay tuned for White Chocolate pt. 3 with Hermione Granger!

Ps: I love Bucky! Please let me give him an hug.

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No.

It couldn’t be.

She could not be part of Hydra.

All that he went through with her, all the trauma she helped him overcome... she was part of what caused it.

James “Bucky” Barnes, once the Winter Soldier, didn’t want to believe it, despite what the others said.

She couldn’t be part of it.

She would never... but was he sure of it?

He wanted to trust the sources they had but at the same time he didn’t want to believe his beloved could be... one of them.

They told him to keep it hidden from them, to hide from you the discovery of this information.

It wasn’t hard for him not to mutter a word about it but much harder was not to notice how he avoided her.

Every time she looked at him or he noticed he remembered her betrayal.

So when the time came he made a decision.

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Steve Rogers was captured.

Captain America was captured by Hydra and he had to do something.

So he struck a deal.

The Captain for her.

Steve would have never accepted no matter what she might have done.

“We do not trade lives” he would have said.

But Bucky wasn’t like that.

Steve was his priority, especially compared to her, whom had betrayed him.

Whom was part of Hydra.

Yes, it was no real problem for Bucky.

It hurt but it was a win-win situation for all, one last kindness on his part.

She’d go back to her Organisation on Steve would come back home.

Easy as it was.

At least that’s what he told himself.

So why did his heart ache when he slipped the chloroform into her drink?

Why did every step get harder to do when handing her over?

Why did he want to never let go of her hand when they took her away?

Unfortunately the answer came too late and he regretted.

He regretted it all.

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It was fake.

The sources were wrong.

She never had anything to do with Hydra apart from fighting her.

And they, no he, handed her to them on a silver plate.

As soon as he heard these news he wanted to run and rescue her, heart full of guilt.

He gave her to those monsters.

He didn’t trust her.

Why?

Why did he do it?

What if... what if now... what if now she was gone?

Steve had to stop him and force him to make a plan first.

To be honest he planned very little, being a crying mess in a corner.

His own hands.

He did it.

He was a monster.

And if she was fine... when he rescued her he’d leave them alone.

Disappear from her life.

He had no right to stay in it.

Not after what he had done.

When the others were ready he ran into the Hydra base with no care but finding her.

And when he did... it was too late.

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They brainwashed her.

Turned her into a second Winter Soldier.

And his please nor the others’ reached her ears or her heart.

Yet, as she beat him up, he couldn’t find it himself to react.

He did that to them.

All he went through.

All she helped him overcome.

He put her through that.

Over some stupid fake information.

And at one point... nothing more.

When he looked up he saw her eyes flash in recognition and then nothing.

She fell on her back, a hole in her chest.

And he scrambled to try save her.

Try save her from the mess he had made.

He knew there was still life.

Still hope.

He couldn’t have killed her like this.

He couldn’t!

Yet all he was trying to do was reanimating a dead body.

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Dead.

That he was.

He barely survived, forced to go through a tremendously monotonous routine.

Steve and Sam became his caretakers.

They woke him up, have him eat, run a bit, eat again and go to sleep.

But every step was harder.

Every waking moment was.

He could feel her touch, her hands grip him as he gave her to Hydra and now ghosting over his body all the time.

Not that sleeping was much better but it felt somehow comforting.

The nightmares were more dreams than anything else.

He could see her, although she either hated or ignored him.

But he could dream she was still alive.

He could hope.

He fluctuated between his little delusions, created not to break down completely, and reality.

And despite all Steve and the rest of the Avengers told him it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t help it but protest.

He established he exchange.

He made it.

And he caused her to suffer.

To die.

He exchanged her life for Steve’s on lies’ basis.

What he didn’t realise at the time was that he exchanged his life too.

And now he couldn’t help but let her drag him down with her.

After all... it was his fault.

He was reaping what he sow.

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[arvinsescape]

Ok when you have the time I thought of this Arvin x reader scenario. Arvin comes to a small town after the events of the movie and falls for the sweet girl working at the bakery and visits her everyday. If you wanna add smut, angst, fighting, or make it only tooth rotting fluff , I don’t care. Have the freedom to write it as you see fit!⭐️👄⭐️

His angel.

A/N: Thank you so much for sending this in! It got kinda long! I really hope you enjoy!!💕

Warnings: Language, Violence, misogyny.

Arvin had moved to the small town after the events of Knockemstiff, that's where he met you. You worked at the local bakery and Arvin was almost addicted to you, he found himself seeking out the bakery almost every day in hopes you were working.

Arvin thought you were sweet and kind, he often found himself thinking about you when he was working on a car at the garage he worked in. Your sweet smile always managed to pull a smile from him, you made his heart do flips and he wanted to work up the courage to ask you on a date.

He'd tried a couple of times, he really had but it always got caught in his throat and he found himself with sweaty palms and a racing heart. He was not the only man in the small town who liked you, no, most of the men did. It angered Arvin, their thoughts were nowhere near as innocent as his own.

Arvin hated the way the men in town spoke about your body and the things they wanted to do to you. It upset him that they couldn't see the sweet girl who deserved the world, only saw you as a piece of meat. He'd almost punched his work colleague for a remark he'd made about your physique.

It wasn't that Arvin didn't find you attractive because god he did, but you were so much more than that in his eyes. He'd gotten to know the sweet and caring nature you had, the way you would try and help anyone regardless of what it cost you.

He was yet again in the bakery, his daily routine, he felt a need to see you at least once a day, allow you to brighten his mood just by smiling at him. Grayson, one of the dickwads that liked to make remarks about you walked in, Arvin felt his anger rise as he watched the man rake his eyes up your body, eyeing you like a prize.

"Y/N? You got any of them sweet cakes left? You know, the ones I like?" He asked and Arvin watched as you gave the man that sweet smile of yours.

"Sure." You answered in that angelic voice. Arvin swears he never believed in angels or any of that stuff until he met you. "How many do you want?" You asked politely, making your way back around the counter.

"I'll take them all." He answered as you bagged them up before charging him, Arvin watched as he handed over the money shooting you a wink.

"Keep it. I'm sure you'll enjoy my tip." He said and Arvin nearly flew for the guy. How dare he? He watched as you gulped slightly, face draining of colour. "How about it doll? Me and you?" Grayson continued and Arvin watched as you shook your head in response.

"I think you should leave her alone." Arvin said as he stood to full height, he might have been slightly shorter than Grayson but Arvin looked far more intimidating.

"What's it got to do with you? Oh, sorry am I trying to muscle in on your territory? I'll happily have her once you've had your fun." Grayson laughed and Arvin felt his blood boil over, taking quick and firm steps towards the man.

"Now listen here you fucking asshole. You leave her alone or you'll have me to answer to, she's not interested." Arvin said, he'd subconsciously grabbed Grayson's shirt.

He watched as Grayson shook slightly, fear shooting through his eyes before he composed himself and held his hands up in defence, cocky smirk on his face.

"Sorry, sorry. Didn't realise it was so serious. I was only having a laugh."

"Fuck off out of here before I throw you out." Arvin said through gritted teeth and Grayson did as he was told, Arvin loosening his grip on his shirt. He turned to look at you. "Sorry." Arvin said sheepishly, he was annoyed with himself for losing his temper in front of you.

"Thank you, Arvin." You said and Arvin nodded before making his way out of the little shop. He was almost kicking himself for losing his temper, thoughts about how you were too good for him flooding his thoughts.

You were completely the opposite, he was all fists and violence and you were all sweet and lovely, there's no way you'd ever be interested.

**

Arvin didn't see you for almost a week, too embarrassed to step foot back in the shop. You shouldn't have had to witness him snap like that, memories of his past flooding through the back of his mind. You were too good for him, too good for a man who'd murdered people, whether they deserved it or not, he didn't want to drag you down.

Arvin was aware he could be a self destructive person, he could be grumpy and not see the fun in most things. You were the opposite and he just didn't want to drag you down, you deserved better, the world in fact. Arvin was so caught up in his own thoughts as he walked through the quiet streets that he almost didn't hear it.

"Grayson, stop." It was your voice, but it sounded sad, panicked, strange to Arvin's ears. "Seriously, I'm not interested you need to leave me alone. Go home." You shouted, you were trying to keep your voice steady Arvin could tell that much but it wasn't convincing.

"Oh come on Y/N, a bit of fun never hurt anyone." Grayson's voice echoed off the quiet walls and Arvin hastily made his way towards the voices. His heart hammering in his chest as the panic rose, he needed to get to you and make sure you were okay, make sure you weren't hurt.

Arvin quickly found the two people the voices belonged to and his anger rose again. Grayson was stood, hand wrapped around your wrist as you struggled to get him to let go, this fucker was in for it.

"Oi!" Arvin shouted and your eyes locked with his own, relief flooding them. "Let go." Arvin snarled and he watched as Grayson released your wrist.

"Fuck off Arvin, this has nothing to do with you." Grayson said, great he was drunk Arvin thought.

"I told you last week to leave her alone and I fucking meant it." Arvin snapped as he made his way towards the two figures, your feet quickly carrying you towards him. Arvin felt almost relived as as you stood in front of him and Arvin couldn't stop himself as he moved you behind him.

"Empty fucking threat. Come on, hand her over." The drunken male said as he made his way towards you, Arvin's hand instantly landing on his chest, stopping him. "Fine, you want a fucking fight over a stupid whore, then let's have at it." Grayson spat, far more confidence due to the alcohol buzzing through his system.

Arvin felt his anger reach a dangerous level at his words, he almost forgot that you were there as he swung for the man. Grayson must have expected it as he ducked just in time, Arvin's fist connecting with the wall. The pain almost didn't register to him as he swung again, this time knocking Grayson backwards.

He watched as the man stumbled, split lip evident and a look of pure anger in his face. Grayson made a move for Arvin but Arvin was smarter and far more powerful than the man in front of him as he knocked him onto his back. Arvin almost couldn't stop himself as he climbed on top of the man and repeatedly shoving his fist into his face. It brought back memories of the time he'd taught Lenora's bullies a lesson.

"Arvin, stop." He heard the words, but they didn't register. "Arvin!" He heard a little more firmly. "You're gonna kill him, you need to stop!" He heard again and he felt a soft hand touch his shoulder, Arvin came crashing back to reality as his vision cleared and he took in the man below him.

Arvin stood up quickly, Grayson groaned before rolling over spitting blood onto the floor. Arvin had just completely lost his temper and in front of you. He felt ashamed of himself, what the fuck where you going to think?

Arvin turned to face you, all thoughts of Grayson leaving him, you looked utterly terrified and Arvin felt awful. He'd probably just scared you off forever, your hands shook slightly as you reached for his hand, carefully holding it in your own.

"I just want to go home." You said just above a whisper, Arvin nodded slightly he walked you home, he needed to make sure you got home safe even if you spent the rest of your life hating him for what had just happened.

The walk was silent, you were unreadable, facial expression something Arvin had never seen before. It wasn't your usual happy self, you seemed deep in thought and Arvin wondered what was going on in that beautiful head. You were probably thinking of ways you could avoid him, a way you could get him to leave you alone.

You silently unlocked your door and Arvin waited for you to let go of his hand but you didn't as you made your way inside, pulling Arvin with you. You sat him down on your couch and silently left the room, returning with a first aid box.

You carefully took his hand in your own and only then did Arvin notice the blood and cuts on them. He watched with furrowed brows as you took a washcloth and wiped the blood away, almost like you were slowly removing the evidence of his violent outburst.

"This might sting a little." You said, voice soft as you looked at him with a sad smile before applying the alcohol rag, Arvin hissed as he felt the alcohol enter his cuts. He resisted the urge to pull his hand from your own, he didn't want to frighten you with any sudden movements.

"I'm sorry." Arvin spoke through a sigh when you grabbed a bandage to wrap his hand in. You looked at him with furrowed brows.

"What for?" You asked and Arvin looked at you like you'd grown two heads, his now bandaged hand leaving your own.

"For losing my temper." Arvin clarified.

"Arvin, you saved me tonight. I'm grateful, sure you could have held back but you saved me." You answered with that sweet smile and being here, in your lovely home, his hands bandaged up he realised he could never have you, you deserved more.

"Stop being so nice. I could've killed the guy." Arvin snapped and you looked at him shocked, he'd never taken that tone with you. "You are too nice for your own good."

"I, you," You tried to speak but Arvin cut you off.

"Don't make excuses for me. I'm a violent person Y/N, wherever I go violence follows and you, you're a good fucking person. You shouldn't be around people like me." He ranted.

"I wasn't making excuses Arvin!" You said, voice slightly raised.

"You should stay as far away from me as possible."

"But Arvin, I don't want to, I really like you!" You exclaimed and Arvin scoffed.

"I saw that look of fear in your eyes tonight. You saw it didn't you, how dangerous I am when I lose my temper." He raged and you stood your ground, determined.

"You wouldn't hurt me." You said confidently.

"You don't know that." Arvin spat back and you shook your head.

"You won't. I know what you're trying to do. You think I'm too good for you so you're just trying to push me away, make me hate you but I don't." You said as you took a step towards him.

"You are too good for me!" He shouted, "you can't fix me Y/N, I'm not like all those old people you help, I can't be helped. I'm violent and I'm no good for you." Arvin was trying desperately to get you to see what he did. "What if I lost my temper with you?" He shouted again.

"You have." You pointed out and Arvin furrowed his brows in response. "You're angry right now and look, I'm fine. You haven't tried to hurt me because you won't. You think I'm some perfect woman Arvin but I'm not. I don't want to fix you, I want you for you." You said as you stepped ever so close to him.

Your scent filled his senses and he became almost drugged from how close you were, his heart beating, palms sweaty. He looked at you and the anger washed away and all he was left with was a sadness.

"Y/N," he sighed. "I like you, so fucking much but I'm no good, you have no idea the burden's I carry, what I've done."

"I don't care," you said as you took his face in your hands. "I don't care what you've done. I care about you and how you make me feel. Arvin, you are a good man, you just need to let yourself see it." You smiled at him. "Kiss me." You demanded of him.

Arvin studied you for a moment, studied how close you'd gotten, how he saw no evidence of fear in your eyes, only adoration, for him. Maybe he wasn't a good man but he would always protect you, always make sure the ground you walked on was worshipped. Maybe he didn't think he was good enough for you but you did and how could he deny you? He would always treat you the way you deserved even if he did have flaws.

Arvin took your face in his hands, yours falling over the top of his own as he pulled you towards him, capturing your lips in his own. The kiss was sweet as you wrapped your arms around his neck, one of his hands slipping to cup your neck. The kiss deepened slightly but out of need and longing, he'd wanted this for so long.

"Stay?" You asked as he rested his forehead against your own. "Please? Arvin, I want you, I want to be with you." You spoke and Arvin felt his heart flutter. He was never going to be a danger to you, you were a goddam fucking angel in his eyes.

"Okay. I'll stay." He agreed as he pulled you in for another kiss. He knew he'd have to tell you why he came here, knew he'd eventually have to come clean about his past and he was terrified it would scare you off. He wanted you so badly and the knowledge that you wanted him to, allowed him to let go of his fears. You were his angel and as long as you allowed him to grace your presence, he would.

#arvin russell #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell angst #arvin russell fluff #arvin russell x y/n

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Any more Young Commanders Tfp Headcannons version please I want to know how the Autobots react

Optimus is very emotional, especially upon seeing Young!Megatron. This version of him is from before Orion was chosen to be the next Prime. This version is still Megatronus. The bright eyed, optimistic and kind gladiator that was his best friend. He doesn’t know quite what to feel. While he’s happy to see his old friend again he also feels guilty and ashamed because he blames himself for the way Megatron changed.

Meanwhile, Young!Megatron aka Megatronus is shook. This is Orion? Orion Pax? He’s huge! Where did his little archivist buddy go? Mostly just shocked that he doesn’t have to look down when talking to him anymore. Megatronus tries to socialize with Orion, no, Optimus, like he usually does but is surprised (and a bit hurt) when he isn’t met with the same friendliness and closeness as he’s used to. What happened between his future self and Optimus to make him react like this? Optimus avoids the question when he asks and the rest of the autobots say that they can’t tell him since it’s between him and OP.

As for the other Young!Commanders, Optimus treats them with nothing but kindness and respect. He tries to be a good influence on them in hopes of perhaps changing their future.

Ratchet has... conflicting emotions about the Young!Commanders. He’s seen the destruction they will cause in the future, had the victims of war die in his medbay, and despite knowing that these young bots haven’t done anything, at least not yet, his can’t stop feeling spiteful. He’s harsh with them, barking at them to not touch his medbay (or his team mates) and he keeps a close eye on them. Because of this the Young!Commanders don’t initially go to him when they ultimately get injured. Big mistake. Now Ratchet is shouting at them for beings so stupid while he’s patching them up. Yeah, he doesn’t particularly like them but he’s still a medic and it’s in his coding to help those in need. The Young!Commanders still kinda fear him but they now they have a bit of trust in him.

Bumblebee treats them with caution at first, especially Megatronus. But it’s hard to stay away from them and treat them with hostility when they are just so... likable. Heck, even Young!Starscream is fun to be around! So eventually he just throws away his caution and decides to get along with them. Now he’s one of the group. Still, he can’t help but flinch sometimes when Megatronus raises his hand or gets particularly close to him. When Megatronus learned the reason why he was horrified and even though he haven’t actually done it he apologizes to Bumblebee for all the pain he’s caused him.

Arcee refuses to trust the Young!Commanders, ESPECIALLY Starscream. While his younger version is not as vicious and cruel as his present self, Arcee doesn’t care. This is the same mech that killed Cliffjumper. She will never forgive him for that. She makes her disdain and hatred clear from the start and doesn’t shy away from telling all of them just how evil they become in the future. You think you are good people? No, you’re all monsters, you just don’t know it yet. Wants to kill the Young!Commanders. Who knows, maybe it would erase the present versions as well? And if not? Well, at least it will make her feel good.

Bulkhead distances himself from the Young!Commanders. He doesn’t want to get to know them, he doesn’t want to spend time with them, but he also doesn’t want to hurt them. It just doesn’t feel right to spend time with the bots that will ultimately become the cause of the deaths of his friends. He keeps an eye on them though, ready to step in if they seem suspicious or if Arcee appears to be about to kill them.

#transformers imagine #transformers prime #AU #optimus prime #orion pax #megatron #megatronus #ratchet #bumblebee #arcee #bulkhead #starscream #young commanders au

[sketching-shark]

I think it's the ironic fact that JTTW fans already know how DBK and Sun Wukong's friendship broke apart but are more curious on LMK versions of Sun Wukong and the Six Eared Macaque were friends alongside falling out.

HA! Well, while it often does seem that way, I'm going to go ahead and be a complete snob in a Journey to the West purist kind of way by wondering how many Six Eared Macaque fans would consider themselves more JTTW fans or more Monkie Kid fans, or if they feel they're a mix of both...

I've seen a lot of people argue that these two works of fiction are their own thing and that as such Monkie Kid (and associated fanworks) shouldn't be expected to follow the canon of JTTW, and fair enough for some parts. I've also, however, seen people who argue for this complete separation seeming to use it as an excuse to not acknowledge or learn about ANY original aspects of characters such as Sun Wukong and the Demon Bull King, or even very important deities such as Guanyin and the Jade Emperor, and who as such end up making some pretty gross generalizations/assumptions about them even though they are of great religious and cultural importance.

For example (and while I know a lot of the fun people get from fan works is in exaggerating certain traits), Sun Wukong seems to often be presented with an "inherently" evil/thoughtless/chaotic character, while his intelligence, deep love of his family, genuine efforts to become a better person, & many acts of saving lives, as presented in JTTW, aren't even mentioned. I feel like a lot of this is due to the way he acts in Monkie Kid (while I maintain that this version of Sun Wukong seems to be Bad End Monkey King, he does do a lot of deflecting his issues with a show of humor/a carefree attitude & does seem really bad at communicating due to a fear of making things worse). Even so, the popularity of Thoughtless/Evil/Selfish Sun Wukong that doesn’t really allow for any of the nuance or a display of his beneficial traits as shown in JTTW does make me wonder how many people have been exposed to a good translation of og classic Sun Wukong...As I've said before, I've noted that a number of Chinese people on this site have expressed frustration with the fact that a good chunk of the monkey king’s Western audience seems to be getting their impressions about Sun Wukong, the Demon Bull King, the Six Eared Macaque, etc. from some mix of Overly Sarcastic Productions, Monkie Kid, and social media instead of from at least a translation of the original text, and it is true that a LOT of the nuance of these work and these characters can be very easily lost, especially if your drawing your information of them primarily from a cartoony version of the original source. 

That would be an interesting poll though...out of curiosity, how many of you fine folk have read the break-up & fight between Sun Wukong and the Demon Bull King either in the original text or in a translation, or is your exposure to them primarily through Monkie Kid? 

Again, I need to make it clear that I'm not Chinese & didn't grow up with the story, but I will admit for my own part that reading the DBK/SWK break-up in the Yu translation actually made me more curious about how their dynamic is going to play out in Monkie Kid than I am curious about what's going to happen with Mr. Macaque. 

This is primarily because besides SWK’s fight with Princess Iron Fan and DBK being given a LOT of page space in JTTW, there seems to have been some serious stuff that went down between the three of them in the events post-JTTW and pre-the main plot of Monkie Kid...the last we see of DBK in JTTW (if memory serves correctly) was him being hauled off by a host of heavenly warriors to be judged for his crimes of not giving SWK the palm leaf fan & also eating humans. When Monkie Kid starts, however, we are told that DBK had emerged “from the Netherworld” & immediately starts wrecking everything around him. What this suggests--if Monkie Kid is something of a fan continuation of JTTW--is that DBK ended up being executed by the heavenly forces, but managed to fight his way out of the underworld in a manner somewhat similar to SWK, who we are told he is equal in strength to in JTTW. In that beginning fight of Monkie Kid DBK is also shown as so enraged that he won’t stop his path of destruction until SWK buries him under a mountain for 500 years. It’s never said in the show, but--and this is important--this is basically exactly what Buddha did to SWK to start him on the path of atonement. So there seems to be some very intentional parallels between SWK’s havoc in heaven & DBK’s havoc on earth, which may suggest that one of the things Monkie Kid SWK really wants is for his former dear friend, his sworn brother, to find a way like him to be less violent and thus ultimately less vulnerable to destructive and self-destructive behavior, and that the way he tried to start this was by giving DBK the same treatment he got when he was a raging warlord. 

We are furthermore told that it was right after DBK was sealed that SWK disappeared for all those centuries, and while the impulse may be to write it off as him just wanting to enjoy himself (given a lot of his behavior in the show’s timeline), given the indications that this SWK may be deeply depressed, I feel like the answer could be something a lot more tragic...there seem to be a number of clues in Monkie Kid that while the journey of JTTW happened, something made it end disastrously, with SWK either assuming or knowing that Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, Tang Sanzang, and Bai Longma are dead. And per JTTW, this wouldn’t be the first time that he’s experienced a horrific loss, given the war with heaven and the burning of Flower-Fruit Mountain. And then right after THAT, it seems DBK emerged from the underworld, and so Sun Wukong was put into a horrific position: either murder his sworn brother, or let him continue to rampage & harm and/or kill who knows how many humans. SWK ultimately gives up his staff to do the repeat of “500 years under a mountain in solitary confinement route,” which as per JTTW he considers better than the alternative, but he immediately follows that by exiling himself. In JTTW SWK is a really sociable person who makes friends wherever he goes, but man, for this SWK...his life must at that point just feel like one failure after another, that in spite of all his best efforts he wasn’t able to save anyone he really cared about, and now he just trapped someone who was so important to him under a mountain & fated him to suffer the same things he had when he was in that position. How much more does he have to hurt his fellow yaoguai? How many more times does he have to choose between yaoguai and humans, feeling like no matter what he decides it’s just going to result in pain for him and/or his loved ones? I can easily imagine super sociable & easily upset (he cries a LOT in JTTW) SWK feeling like after sealing DBK, he just can’t do this any more. He just...can’t. 

This is all just speculation, but knowing the JTTW backstory between SWK and DBK does, at least for me, make their Monkie Kid relationship a lot more intriguing than it might be otherwise. Especially now that DBK seems to actually be making some small steps to quell his constant rage & lust for power. He even saves SWK and Qi Xiaotian from an explosion/nasty fall in the season 2 special! The Bull family weren’t really present in season 2, but I really hope they make a comeback in season 3 (if/when we get it) precisely because Red Son, Princess Iron Fan, and especially DBK have such an involved history with SWK. Plus it would be really fun to see two old warlords trying to awkwardly make amends with each other & struggle to be good teachers & positive role models to their student & son. 

In any case I feel this potential is more interesting than whatever fanfic The Six Eared “I’mma Plagiarize The Demon Bull King’s Backstory Of Being Best Friends with Sun Wukong” Macaque is creating lol. 

#monkie kid #journey to the west #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk sun wukong #lmk dbk #lmk six eared macaque #anon answered

[stuckybarton]

Sucker For Pain i

SUMMARY: You were new to the team, but what everyone didn't know was you weren't so new to the God of Mischief. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Ex!Reader [Ex to Lovers again?] WARNINGS: Profanities. Suggestive Themes. Slight Angst and horrible self-image. Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho] WORDS: 2,956 CHAPTERS: [1/3] A/N; Life happened and yeah, didn’t have much time to write. Not my best work for this mini-series, but I’m fighting through for this. Hope you guys enjoy~

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"Agent Y/N Y/L/N." You introduced yourself the first moment you were escorted into the compound by Director Nick Fury. Multiple sets of faces both new and old had come to greet you. For a moment you wouldn't even believe that this is was the new life you would find yourself to be a part of from now on.

Years in the job for SHIELD before disappearing off the grid to get as much information about HYDRA, everyone had thought you had betrayed them and you had accepted that they would think so lowly of you after all the near-deaths you had to endure on the job. Even with the mission becoming more of a death wish, you had accepted the role Nick had given you all those years ago and now you were rewarded, immensely. A spot on the Avengers as part of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

The familiar face of Nat was the first to greet you with a hug. A fiercely tight one, it had been so long since you've seen a friend. Then your eyes fell towards the rest of the team; Bucky Barnes, who you had a few close encounters with during your time with HYDRA. You had witness everything they had done to him and stood on trail to clean his name. Steve Rogers, who, with Sharon Carter, had assisted in guarding Steve while SHIELD was still under HYDRA's control. But among the familiar faces, one stood out the most.

Loki Laufeyson.

To many, the man was a snake, a God that had once brought death and destruction in New York. But to you, he was different, this was the man that you had spent your lonely nights with while under the guise of a traitor. It had once just been a physically thing between the two of you, neither wanting to know about each other's lives. You knew he was a God, a man that had wronged the world, but he had never known about you, the woman that had painted yourself as a traitor for the better of the world. The one that had been called every name on the book for the sake of making sure you did your part right.

Then it got serious between the two of you. Admission of love was told between both of your lips. But it was dangerous for you two to be together especially when you were already told by Fury that you can come back to the surface. You didn't know what side he was on, and you did not have the heart to make him choose if the time would come.

So you two parted. A month ago. The pain still throbbing you like an unattended bullet hole right through your heart. It was still so painful to look at him and not remember him crumbling on his knees begging you to stay. The first sob that escaped his lips and forever haunted your dreams. A never-ending loop in the back of your head as your demons screamed at you for breaking an already broken man.

"I for one am happy you're finally here. Another woman to add to an already Man's Man world in the compound." Nat teased glancing towards the other individuals that had come to know the new face. "With introductions out of the way, you've got a lot of explaining to do for the past few years."

You could only smile at your friend. You did have so much to explain to her, things had been murky between you and Clint, but after everything, Nat had refused to believe you would betray them, betray her, and it was finally a relief to be able to return back home, seeing the people that mean the most to you.

"Tell me about it." You muttered allowing Nat to quickly pull your away from the crowd, but it missed your eyes how he was still looking. Ice blue eyes a contract to the burning gaze he had towards you.

Forget about him. Forget about him. You were here for a new opportunity. No him. Never him.

For the next few weeks, everyone had grown to accept you in your new role as part of the Avengers. You kept up with Steve, Bucky, and Sam during their runs. Sam more than happy to finally have someone that had the same pace as him, but only for you to laugh and out run him just to get a reaction out of the high flier. Tony and Bruce had also found a kinship in you, having provided them enough information about HYDRA's experiments and location made most of their missions easier. Then there was Nat and Clint, your confidant in this new life. Every single moment that was not dedicated to a mission was spent with them; may it be movie night or a simple get together outside the compound, often times bringing Wanda and Vision along just to mess with you and call you a 5th wheel of the group.

But among number of members on the team, everyone had noticed you constantly avoided one Thor Odinson and one Loki Laufeyson. The only real time you would even dare talk to either of the brothers would be during training--other than that, you tried your best to avoid them, Loki most especially. Every single moment that would force the two of you to be in the same room, Loki had a glare while you tried your best to avoid his gaze.

Everyone noticed, everyone didn't seem to worry too much. It comes with having a former-villain part of the team. They thought you would eventually get used to the God's presence just as much as they did.

"You ever gonna tell me what's going on between you and Loki?" Nat inquired avoiding your punch.

What you hated the most about sparring with Nat was her capability of multitasking. Talking and snooping about someone else's business while also kicking their ass in the process--this was the predicament you were in right in this very moment.

"Nothing is going on." You muttered landing back first on the mat after being thrown like a rag doll by Nat. Eyes looking at the ceiling, you wondered if it was a good idea to actually come clean to her about her past with the God of Mischief. "I know what he's done to New York and I think you can't blame me for taking precaution when it comes to him."

Nat now comes hovering on top of you, the narrowed eyes and gentle smirk was all you needed to know--she knew it was bullshit. But when she had stopped pushing you for more information, it was enough for you to just change the subject.

"They found Dominic?" You inquired. One of the first big missions that everyone was focusing on was one of the leading Scientist for HYDRA. With the exposure of HYDRA to the world, some of them had moved away and found themselves in much shadier company, much to everyone's radar now spiking.

Dominic Wagner was, in part, partially responsible for the Winter Soldier program in the modern era. One of the pioneers in moving the project into a much younger sets of test subjects. You lost contact with the man as soon as your got back into the surface, but it had also meant a target was on your back when they found out you were a double agent.

"He's in Russia. Wasting away all the funding for the program with parties" Nat points out. "Still a better way to spend the money that abducting kids everywhere."

You nodded, memories of files upon files for the prospects still haunted you to this day.

"When are you taking him out?" You inquired. In your time with the SHIELD, the red in both of your ledger had made you two a hot commodity if the situation present itself as shoot to kill. Neither of you would hesitate. You knew you would now, after everything, but if it means one less bad people in this earth, you would swallow your new morals.

"Fury wants him alive." She pointed out finally standing back up to her own two feet, leaving you on your back, staring at the ceiling in deep thought. "I know as much as you do, we want him dead for everything he has done, but we need him alive so we can get the others."

You nodded, this was one of the few things you had to get used to as part of the team. Death was best solution in SHIELD--at least in your team, not here. As long as you were part of Steve's team, you would need to choose whether or not killing would be the best option. Hope that you weren't so blessed to be given in your time under.

"I get a first shot when we don''t have any use of him anymore." You muttered finally standing back up with Nat's help. Steps faltering at the sight of the God of Mischief, training with the likes of Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes. A weird mix up, but wasn't hard to understand why.

"Why don't you shoot your shots with him for now." Nat teased, finally making you break from staring at the plain black shirt and green sweatshort-clad Loki Laufeyson. "If we try to ignore the death count during his attack, he is sort-of your type in men." Nat wiggled her brows. quick to avoid you as you attempted to swat her in the ass, eyes now turned away from God and his training partners.

"By type, you mean psychotic with possible Daddy-issue? Then you might just be right." You snort.

"I'm offended you think of me as such, Darling"

Jerking your head to the owner of the voice, how the hell did he sneak up behind you without you noticing. You glanced at Nat in panic and like the traitor that she was, made a terrible excuse of being needed in Bruce's lab. Now being left in the man's presence, you could all but remember the last time you had been this close to the man.

Heartbreaks.

Words that you didn't mean.

Words that he didn't mean.

It still hurt you, and you were sure it hurts him just as much, if not more now, finally realizing why there had been a need for a breakup between the two of them all those weeks ago.

"Here I thought I would have someone to trust. You mortals continue to disappoint me." He hissed.

Your eyes glanced at the other training trio, noticing all three of them were in their own little world to even noticed what was going on between the two of them.

"Tell me, Darling..." He whispered, head leaning towards the shell of your ears. The familiar shiver run through your skin as just his voice. Memories of the very things his silver tongue had whispered had you flustered and breathless, more than from your earlier training with Nat. "Was it satisfying to play with a God?"

Before you could even mutter a word, his constantly gentle hand now covered your jaw, emitting a squeak from your lips and stopping you from saying a word. He was never this forceful, nor did he do anything that would hurt you. Was this the true nature of the man you had finally thought you have been the best part of you. To have loved a man that everyone was right to stay away from?

"Or is it shame finally coming to you, to be ever involved with someone like me?"

You tried to pry his hand away from you, but he was too strong--stronger than you could ever think of being.

"Or is this you taking your opportunity to move from one bed to another? Who will it be this time, Y/N? My oaf of a brother or will it be Soldier out of time? Who will you whore this time?"

And you finally snapped. With a resounding slap, all three individuals had heard your attack on the man and Loki finally releasing his hold on your jaws. A chuckle escaped his lips and only brought the first line of tears to fall from your eyes. You never wanted to believe him to be a monster, but here he was, proving her wrong.

"I am in doubt of the foundation of our relationship for the past years, Y/N. I am the God of Mischief and Lies and the only mortal I had ever truly opened to had done this to me. Lied to me for such a long time, lied about the entirety of our relationship."

"You will never understand."

"Oh no," he chuckled darkly, eyes glaring straight into your own. "I understand well enough to know, you would never love someone like me and I deserve every lie and heartache I am enduring because of everything I have ever done in my past."

Before you could defend yourself and the genuinity of your relationship with the God, he had made his excuse. Leaving you to ponder of the true damage of your breakup with Loki, and the aftermath it had now held for the both of you. He was right, you had lied, and either way, their relationship will fall apart because of those lies.

He was the God of Mischief and Lies.

Yet, he did not expect for this biggest lie to break him the most. The separation had been painful, he had always hoped for a better life with you. Then a month passed since your breakup, he sees you, it hits him like a sharp knife to the chest all over again. He experience the pain of a stab to the chest, but it would never compare to the pain of seeing you in this very compound with the truth of your life that you refused to ever open to him.

This was karma coming to haunt him it seems.

It had been well over a week now since the first time he had actually confronted you about everything. It wasn't how he planned for things to go through. He never wanted to hurt you, but he was a monster after all. A monster that his own father had told his people to avoid. A bedtime story to scare mischievous kids into submission.

He had always thought after everything he had to endure, had to do, had to escape, he could finally live a peaceful life. A life to finally start anew. A life where he could finally change for the best. A mortal woman had made him make those ideas come into reality, you had always became the reason why he would never have his redemption in life.

A bitter idea with no possible resolution.

How could he have ever believed that anyone would ever love someone like him? After everything he had ever done, he was never allowed to be loved. You had proved that somehow.

'Mr. Laufeyson, you are needed for a meeting with the team'

Breaking from his little bubble. He sighed finally returning back to reality, into the little comforts the library could give him. The week had been gruelling for him, three individual witnessed the altercation between himself and you. It had spread like wildfire, but thanking the Gods that no one was able to listen to the conversation.

He had to endure most of the questioning. In everyone's eyes, he was, after all, still under everyone's constant scrutiny. A man that no one could trust. But he refused to say a single word knowing you did the same thing. It was better to keep your mouth shut instead of letting people know exactly what had happened. Somehow that brought a smile on his face. He might not share a future with you, but might as well make the most out of making your life a living hell, as much you did it to him.

Shutting the book he was barely even reading, he placed the book back into the shelf before walking his way towards the meeting room.

He could easily teleport, but he preferred to enjoy his moments of peace without his oaf of a brother breathing down his neck or Stark constantly testing his patience with his quips. It also gave him a moment to school his features, he knew well enough about the mission to know you would also be in attendance. Be more invested in this mission than anyone else.

It was a few things he was relearning about you now that you were out in the open as everyone claims you to be. You were a free spirited being that could meld with anyone you were in the area with. He had watched you throw relentless jabs at Tony during your first few days that had the man surprisingly raise a white flag. But the most dangerous thing he had to learn was the familial relationship you had with one Natasha Romanoff and Clint Burton, two people that he kept his distance with the most.

"Professor Snape has finally graced us with his presence."

Loki has learned since joining the team to choose his battle when it comes to Tony. This was one of those moment. Finding a vacant chair besides his brother, he had taken his seat. A big mistake on his part as he finds from across the table, you sat. In between a glaring Romanoff and Barton.

Wearing a smirk, just to get on the two super spies' nerve, he turned his attention right back into the meeting. He begins formulating a few little schemes to not only get on the two's nerved, but most especially yours.

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