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oligbia · 3 years

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Hi hii~

Could you do a truth or dare (or 7 minutes in heaven) Eijiro Kirishima short story (maybe nsfw if possible heh), please? 🥺

Keep up the great work!! 💕

Of course you can darling! Im super excited to get any and all requests and im really excited to do this one! Thank you so much for your support, it means the absolute world to me. I haven't written a lot of smut with guys recently, ive been on more of a wlw thing, so im a little rusty hehe. . .

I honestly didn't do a lot of editing on this once it was done, I had it going like "all the way" then realized Kiri wouldn't do that on the first day- anyways it'll make sense. If you want more Kiri stuff I can totally give you more, just let me know :)

7 Minutes In Heaven

Pro Hero!Eijiro KirishimaXReader

NSFW, Minors do not interact

Warnings: Sexual behavior, giving and receiving oral, making out in a closet, mild swearing

A hero gala was an event like none other. It was a night were all Japan's hero's and their dotting staff would all assemble to accept awards and receive rankings. It was a night for citizens to see their favorite hero's dressed to the nines and hash out who was truly the best hero on social media.

And, for starter hero's, it's was night to get shit faced, since the likelyhood of them reciving any award was slim anyways.

Pro heroes Red Riot, Pinky, Cellophane, and Chargebolt where no exception to this. They were all still pretty low in the ranks of heroes, especially considering they were all fresh out of UA only a few years ago. The only two UA graduates to jump into the hero world right were no surprise Deku and Dynamite. Deku practically left UA the top hero, entering in at the 5th rank overall. Dynamite took a little work, he still wasn't a fan favorite, but his work was undeniable, he was easily starting in at rank 10.

The formerly-known bakusquad sat comfortably at the back of the gala room, all a little tipsy. They watched as Bakugou was being practically held on a child leash by Best Jeanist, forced to be on best behavior.

Denki watched the room quickly, his shifting glances moving quickly. His eyes landed on your figure somewhere across the way.

"Oh my god, is that Y/N? We haven't seen her since UA!" His voice wasn't at all hushed, people around the table glancing at him with slight disgust.

"Woah, that totally is!" Sero joined in on the ogling. "She's like, totally hot now!"

Kirishima looked your way, practically chocking on his champagne. He let out a few strangled coughs when his eyes landed on your form. The dress you were wearing was long and elegant, showing off your curves and hugging your waist. He was able to see your toned arms and watch as they elegantly moved as you spoke.

Mina poked Kiri's now flushed cheek. "You always had quite the hots for Y/N in UA, huh? And she wasn't even in our class."

Kirishima rolled his eyes. "I didn't 'have the hots for her.' I just thought she was...manly."

Denki and Sero puckered their faces, making kissing sounds, their drunken state throwing them back to a bunch of 14 year olds, rather than the 24 year olds they were now.

Kirishima waved them off, shaking his head. Mina abruptly stood up, waving you over. It was no time before you turned around, your gaze meeting her as you flashed your smile at her.

Kirishima swatted at Mina, trying to pull her back into her seat. "Mina, sit down, you're embarrassing us."

"Oh please, those two are embarrassing. I'm helping."

Kirishima watched as you moved your way to his table smiling softly. "It's great to see you all. I haven't seen you guys since we graduated."

Kirishima wanted to say something, but his tongue was sadly caught in his own mouth.

"Crazy, I know! I see you're doing well as a support gear engineer, that's exciting!" Mina made easy small talk, her foot kicking Kirishima's calf under the table. "You know, Kirishima here has been needing some new support gear!"

You smiled at Kiri, your own face going a little red. He was much older now. His jawline was more defined, his build larger. You couldn't tell from his suit how much stronger he was, but you could tell he was clearly built and taller. His hair had grown out a bit, it neatly tied back into a manbun.

"Oh? Does Fatgum not have someone who can make it for you?"

Kirishima smiled, laughing awkwardly. "He does, or, we do. They just, aren't as good at you."

"You haven't seen my work since UA, it's not l that improved. I still have a lot to learn before I'm good…"

Kirishima shook his head. "Don't say that, you were always super smart and made us amazing gear!" Kirishima blushed at his sudden enthusiasm.

Mina stood up, offering you her seat. "Y/N, would you mind staying here with Kiri for a moment, I think Denki and Sero needed to excuse themselves but are a little, ya'know." Mina made a drinking motion with her hand, elbowing Sero and Denki to follow her lead. The two had been snickering the entire time while simultaneously drooling over you.

The trio walked off, leaving you alone with Kirishima. Kirishima chuckled softly, lost for words again.

"So, how's the side-kick life?"

Kirishima looked up at you. "It's alright. Fatgum is an amazing hero. He's super manly! And working for him is great too! Especially when he feeds me during patrols!"

You smiled at him, that smile that drives him crazy. "Well, you're definitely in the favor of girls everywhere. Your girlfriend is probably thrilled to have such a stong-"

"I don't have a girlfriend!" Kirishima practically leaped from his seat to assure you that he was indeed single. He cleared his throat, attempting to regain some composure. "I don't have a girlfriend. I am, completely single."

"Oh. I just figured someone as amazing and pretty as yourself would have a girlfriend." You looked down at your fingers, fidgeting with them as a soft blush spread across your face.

"You think I’m pretty?" Kirishima looks over at you, flashing you a small, toothy, grin.

"Is that weird?"

"Not at all! I think it's manly!"

You both laughed awkwardly. You both sit in silence for a moment, an incredibly awkward silence.

Kirishima spoke up first. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

You shook your head no. Kirishima nodded. Muttering a “cool, cool” under his breath.

Shortly thereafter, much to Kirishima’s relief, Mina returned with Denki and Sero. She smiled at you, her gaze warm. “These two are a bit over the edge and about to make a fool of themselves. I think we should go to Kirishima’s place and continue this party there, yea?”

Kirishima groaned. “Why my place? You have your own house, Mina.”

“I know, but yours is so much bigger and it’s closer to the venue.” She winked at Kirishima and glanced at youquickly, dropping hints. Kirishima, a little confused, gave up any sort of bickering he had.

“Fine.” He scratched the back of his neck, smiling at you. “Did you want to come, Y/N?”

You nodded, thanking him for the invitation. Mina threw her hands up excitedly, grabbing Denki and Sero, pulling them out behind her. Kirishima stood up, offering you his arm. You rested your hands on it, allowing him to lead you out of the venue.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Denki called out, laying sprawled out on Kirishima’s living room floor. Sero was laying near him, half asleep. Mina was cast over a chair, her legs dangling over one of the armrests. You were seated comfortably on Kirishima’s couch, wearing a pair of his sweats and hoodies. He had offered you the change of clothes when you came over with the group, wanting to keep you comfortable. To him, seeing you in his clothes was some fantasy of his. The way his clothes hung off your smaller body was adorable and was doing something to him he wasn’t sure he could explain.

Sero shoots Denki a look. “Isn’t that game for middle schoolers? People our age play, I don’t know, checkers?”

Mina perked up at the mention of the game. She was, of course, the matchmaker of the night, determined to land Kiri a girlfriend out of the girl he spent his entire high school experience crushing on, or, at least, give him a solid one-night stand if you both were willing. “Don’t be such a drag, Sero! It can be fun. We’re 24, not 64.”

Mina spun herself around in the chair, sitting cross legged and facing the group. She looked over at you and Kiri, who was sitting a considerable distance from each other on the couch. “What about it, you two. Are you both down?”

Kirishima shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat, unsure of Mina and her antics.

“Why not?”

Kirishima’s face shot to face yours, his eyes wide in surprise. “I’m in too, I guess.”

Mina clapped her hands together. “Okie dokie, zappy, you get us started.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

After being a few hours into the game, Denki was officially dumbed out and Sero was asleep on the couch. Mina giggled, looking over at you. “Okay okay Y/N, truth or dare?”

You hummed, thinking. “Truth.”

Mina groaned. “C’mon, pick dare for once!”

You shook your head. “Please, last time I did, you had me eat a spoonful of that random shit Kirishima had in his fridge.”

Kirishima chuckled, “I swear to you, it’s Bakugou’s.”

Mina sighed. “Fine. Back in your UA days, was there ever someone you had a crush on?”

Your face grew red as a blush laid across your cheeks. “What?”

Mina teased you, “A crush! You got to build hero gear for all those classmates and see them in their trained glory. . .you had to have liked someone.”

“I mean, there was someone. But it’s long done, they wouldn’t have liked me anyway and we’re grown up now.”

Mina pouted. “C’mon, Y/N, that isn’t true. You’re so pretty, any guy would have liked you! Who was it?”

You inhaled a deep breath, looking at the ground, Kirishima and Mina’s eyes both peering daggers into you.

Denki, finally coming back to reality, slurred his words together. “It was definitely me, wasn’t it?”

You shook your head. “In your dreams.”

Denki pouted, but Kirishima let out a breath of relief. His chances of knowing you maybe had liked him back at one point was the right amount of reassurance he needed.

You looked at Mina. “If I tell you, you have to swear to me you’ll keep quiet.”

Mina motioned a zipper over her lips. “Sister’s honor.”

You lean over your end of the couch, pressing your face against Mina's ear. You cup your hands, whispering into her ear the name she was waiting for.

And like gears working in clockwork, Mina was working on the ultimate plan to get the two of you alone.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Kirishima, truth or dare?”

“Dare. Hit me with the best you got.” It was well into the early hours of the morning now, the hero gala long over. You still were at Kirishima’s house, playing truth or dare. You were sitting closer to Kirishima now, sharing a blanket over the two of you, legs brushing softly. His hand was constantly inches from yours, the idea of holding it constantly toying in the back of his mind.

“7 Minutes in Heaven with Y/N.”

Both of your jaws practically hit the floor, a deep crimson spreading over both of your cheeks. You looked away from Kirishima, trying to hide your fluster. He placed a gentle hand on your knee, speaking to you softly. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can take you home right now if you want.”

Thoughts spread through your mind, deciding what to do. You liked Kirishima, you had for years now. You did at UA when you worked to design his hero gear, and your affections never wore off, watching him do his job as a hero sidekick only fueling the admiration you had for him.

“I’m okay with it.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

The closet in Kirishima’s room smelled like fresh laundry, his calonge, and teen-turned-young-adult pheromones. It was dark, you were hardly able to make out the tall and well-built man in front of you, his muscles and long mane outlined softly. He went to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, accidentally bumping your smaller form. He rushed out a frantic apology, the blush growing on both of your faces.

“Hey, Y/N, who was it you liked at UA?”

You looked away from him, trying to hide your face. You mumbled softly to yourself some answer he wasn’t able to hear.

“What was that?”

You remained quiet, not budging. Kirishima gulped, swallowing the massive lump of pride that was making his mouth dry. “I guess a closet during a game of truth or dare is a pretty good time to tell you,” Kirishima fumbled over his words a little, grabbing for your free hand. “I always sort of liked you. I mean, I liked you when we were kids at UA. But then we graduated, but, I guess I never really stopped. I’m not sure how manly that is-”

“I like you too.”

“...but you probably like heroes like Midoriya or Bakugou- wait what?” Kirishima stopped his rambling, trying to find your eyes in the dark. He locked onto the faint glimmer of your eyes in the dark. He was always one to think that being manly meant taking a risk from time to time, and he was everything that was manly.

Kirishima pulled you closer to him, pressing his lips to yours. The hand that wasn’t holding yours wandered to cup your face, holding it close to him. You gasped into the kiss, his sudden embrace taking you for a surprise. His lips were surprisingly soft, tasting faintly of cherries and champagne. The kiss was initially gentle, but, feeling your body press flesh against his, Kirishima dipped your head, deepening the kiss.

The hand that was grabbing yours found its way to your waist, tugging you closer to him. You sighed into the kiss, Kirishima’s breath warm against your skin. His tongue gently brushed across your bottom lip, his teeth accidentally grazing yours in his rushed attempt to draw you both even closer.

You pulled away first, looking up at Kirishima with half-lidded eyes, painting slightly. You licked your lips, taking in the remaining taste of his cherry taste. Kirishima let out a husky and shaky breath, still holding your waist. He blinked a few times, realization hitting him over what he had done.

"Oh my God, Y/N, I am so sorry, it isn't manly to not ask for consent first and-"

"Kirishima, it's okay. I agreed to come into this closet with you like we were kids or something."

Kirishima pulled you against him again, hovering his face against your ear. His voice was soft, growing husky with his hushed volume.

"Then, can I kiss you again?"

You nodded softly, anticipation growing.

"Perfect." Kirishima grabbed your face, smashing his lips into yours. Your hands traveled to hang off his neck, gently toying with his long locks. Kirishima gently moved his hand from your waist, letting it rest on your lower back as he pulled you even closer to him. His tongue licked your bottom lip, gently pulling it with his bottom lip. You mewled softly into the kiss, letting his tongue meet yours as it lapped up your mouth.

Needing air, Kirishima pulled off from your kiss, going to press kisses along your jawline and neck. He pressed fast and quick butterfly kisses to your neck, your hands tugging at his hair. He grunted, frustrated with the restraints of his hoodie you were wearing. You gently pushed him off, pulling his hoodie over your head, landing somewhere amongst his closet. Kirishima smiled at your now exposed top, your breasts filling out the bra you were wearing.

"You are absolutely stunning." He caressed your cheek with his thumb. "Can we keep going?"

You nodded, and Kirishima took no time going back to kissing your neck, this time leaving sloppy open kisses, his tongue leaving wet and sloppy marks along your skin. His teeth grazed at your skin ever so slightly, sending shivers up your spine. His teeth grazed over your sensitive spot as you moaned out involuntarily. Your hand quickly shot up to cover your mouth, aware of the fact that people were sitting in Kirishima's living room, possibly hearing you.

Kirishima pulled away, looking at you confused. He gently moved your hand from your mouth. "Why would you want to be quiet? You sounded so pretty?"

Kirishima, without hesitation, nipped at the sensitive part of your neck, desperate to hear you moan again. He kept nipping at your neck, sucking at the skin softly to sooth it. Your little mewls and moans nagging him on and on.

**************

Kaminari looked up from his watch. "Mina it's been forever, go let them out."

Mina, pressed against the door, giggled as she returned back to Kaminari and Sero, who was now awake again.

"No way! Those two are totally going at it. I successfully am the new cupid boys!"

Sero groaned. "Are we going to stay here all night then? I don't want to hear that all night."

Mina shook her head. "No, we'll leave then be."

The trio showed themselves out, but not before Mina could slip a couple pain killers and condoms into your belongings on the way out.

******

Kirishima's hands dipped to your ass, lifting you up. He held you one handed, his strong arms and large hands being bigger than your small form. You pressed lazy kisses to his neck as he fumbled for the doorknob behind him, trying to open the door to his bedroom.

After you had kissed up and down his jaw and neck, leaving smears of lipstick from the hero gala, Kirishima was able to get the door open. He threw you gently onto the bed, crawling on top of you. If you hadn’t already realized how massive this man’s form was now, you definitely made the connection when he was looming over you. His chest heaved heavily, the muscles in his arms and under his shirt contracting and rippling. His hair was long, falling into his face.

“Kirishima, what if they’re still here…”

Through heavy breaths, he kissed on your neck again, using the same butterfly kisses as before. “Don’t care.”

You hummed at the pleasant feeling of his soft kisses on your skin and the light tickling of his hair grazing your cheeks. “We should check though… they may be worried.”

Kirishima pulled his head back, looking behind him at the door. “Mina?” He yelled out, waiting for a response. “Nothing. It’s just us baby. Are you okay with that?”

You nodded, giving him permission to keep going. His hands traveled up your waist and sides, landing next to your breasts. His locked his lips to yours, his tongue wasting no time dipping into your mouth. Kirishima moved his hands to gently cup your chest over your bra, squeezing softly. A small moan escaped through your mouth, your breasts becoming sensitive under his touch. Your hands traced over his chest and arms, fingertips taking their time to feel each of his muscles. They found themselves in his hair again, pulling at it gently as you raked your hands through it. A shallow moan left Kirishima's lips as he pulled away from you, gently tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away. He looked at you with lidded eyes, a hunger glistening over his face. He looked at you with that same charming smile he always had, pulling his shirt over his chest. Your eyes widened at the sight of him. He had definitely grown since he was in high school all those years ago. He was built like a greek god, his pecks large and his muscles toned. Your fingertips gently felt up his chest and abdomen, shivers traveling up Kirishima’s spine.

“You’re beautiful, Eijiro.”

“Eijiro? We’re that close already?”

You giggled. “I mean, by the way you grabbed my chest, I would think so.”

Kirishima shook his head, lowering his body back down to yours. He kept himself propped up on his arms, leaving soft kisses along your face and jaw before hovering over your ear. “Well, I would love to do more if you let me.” His teeth nipped at the bottom of your ear.

“Please.”

Kirishima’s hands fumbled with the back of your bra, unhooking it and pulling it off you. His hands held your tender breasts. He placed gentle kisses along your chest, fingers toying softly with your nipples. His thumbs brushed over the sensitive buds, pulling them ever so gently. Soft moans sounded from you, only pushing Kirishima further with his teasing.

He looked at you with a wink and a smirk, before placing a gentle kiss over one of your breasts, sucking on it gently. His tongue worked circles around your nipple, your body squirming slightly under his touch. He tugged at it gently with his teeth, pulling away and giving the other breast the same attention. Your hands pulled at his hair, a grunt sounding out over your breast when you found a sensitive spot on his head.

He pulled up, admiring your form under him. Your face was pink with blush, your hair falling in a mess over his face, your lipstick smudged around your lips. Small bruises were adorning your neck and chest, breasts slick with his spit.

“You are absolutely perfect, sweetheart. The best thing I have ever seen.”

Eijiro moved his hands around the sweatpants you had borrowed, pulling them off your legs. His hands grazed the side of your leg, following up from your ankle to you hips. “So, so beautiful.”

He placed gentle kisses along your inner thighs, gently massaging them with his hands. His face was ever so close to your clothed folds, the teasing leaving you a mess. Kirishima took you by surprise, biting down on your thighs. Your moan was louder than any had been so far, the pain being laced with pleasure. You would definitely be able to see his bite marks and a bruise in the morning.

“You like that, huh? You like when I mark you up, make you all mine?”

You nodded, eyes closing as Kirishima bit down on your other thigh as you moaned out in pleasure. He placed gentle kisses over the new bitemark, lapping at it gently with his tongue.

His fingers hooked over the band of your underwear. “Is it okay if I keep going, sweetheart? Only if you want me to.”

You nodded your head, trying to rub your thighs together to get any sort of friction to aid your growing needs.

“Let me hear you, baby. Can I keep going?”

“God, yes Eijiro, please keep going.”

Kirishima smiled and pulled off your underwear, throwing it aside somewhere. His thumb gently felt along your folds, grazing across your clit. “God, every inch of you is absolute perfection. You're so pretty, baby.

You mewled at his touch, your folds already wet in anticipation. Kirishima dragged his tongue across your folds, lapping gently, teasing you. He was practically purring against you, losing his mind. He had never, ever, thought the girl he liked the most would be so completely unraveled under him. He sucked against your clit, moans and strings of babbled phrases leaving your mouth.

“Stop teasing me, Eijiro. Please, give me more.”

He pulled away, blowing softly against you, the cold air sending you squirming again. “So greedy, sweetheart. I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”

He rolled your clit with the pad of his thumb, moving it in soft circles. Your waist bucked forward under his touch, a growing tension in your stomach. Kirishima gently placed two fingers in you, pumping them out gently. You moaned, the stretch of his large fingers was absolutely unraveling. He pumped them in and out slowly, wanting you to get adjusted the best you could. He watched as you clenched around his digits. His thrusts turned to a scissoring motion as he added a third finger. The new stretch was absolutely mind numbing. He pumped the three fingers in and out of you, barely grazing the spot that needed him most. You bucked forward to him, trying to lower yourself further onto your fingers. Kirishima watched with intention, thrusting his fingers in deeper and faster. He hit the spot you needed, the moan leaving your lips was sinful and the best thing he had ever heard.

“Right there, Eijiro. Please, right there.”

“Is that good, baby? Do you feel good?” Kirishima’s voice was low, a practical growl. You mewled, legs shaking.

“I, I think I’m close.”

"That's okay, you can come when you're ready. I want you to feel good."

Kirishima thrusted his fingers in and out of you, curling them against your g-spot. You felt a knot grow in your stomach, snapping as Kirishima rubbed against your clit. Your body shook as you came, moaning his name.

Kirishima pulled his fingers out gently, locking eyes with you as he licked your juices off his fingers, sucking them slowly and licking them clean. He licked a clean stripe against your folds, sucking any remaining juices from you. You mewled and moaned, sensitive to his touch.

"You taste so good, so perfect, Y/N." Kirishima's face was covered in your slick and sweat, your lipstick still smeared on his neck. His hair was a mess, tangled from where your hands had been tugging at it.

You sat up a little, "Can I take care of that?" You glanced down at the tent that was straining against his pants.

"Only if you want." Kirishima pulled you closer to him, sitting you on his lap at the end of the bed, moving you around with ease. His head rested against your ear, voice low. "I want you to feel good, sweetheart."

You pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, sliding off his lap and sitting on your knees on the ground. You felt the fabriced bulge, watching as Kirishima shivered, eyes never leaving you. You slowly undid his belt, pulling his pants off him, letting them rest at his feet. His erection sprang through his boxers, precum peaking through. You licked a strip over, the fabric growing damp under your touch. Kirishima's grip tightened on the sheets of the bed. You palmed the length, trying to rub it, but it was honestly much to large for one hand to manage. Your mind was putty imagining how much he was packing.

You hooked the band of his boxers around your fingers, pulling them off his legs. Your eyes widened, gawking at the sight of him. He was, large, to say the least. You honestly weren't sure if you could manage him.

"Like what you see, baby?" Kirishima smirked down at you, eyebrows raised.

You nodded, rubbing a circle around his tip with your thumb. Kirishima let out a shaky breath, his composer slowly breaking.

You tried to stroke him up and down, your hand unable to fully wrap around his shaft. You pumped up and down gently, picking up speed slowly. Kirishima threw his head back, mumbling your name under his breath.

You took him into your mouth slowly, tounge swirling around his tip.

"Fuck, Y/N" Kirishima's voice was breathy and full of need.

You bobbed your head up and down his length slowly, trying to take in as much as you could. When you hollowed out your cheeks, taking in enough of him that you hit the back of your throat, Kiri let out one of the most sinful moans you had heard. He was one of the last people you would expect to be so vocal, but if you said it wasn't the hottest thing you've heard, you would be lying.

Kirishima grabbed onto a bunch of your hair, his hand massive against your hair. He pulled you gently up and down his length, guiding you through what felt good.

"Just like that, baby. Good girl."

You grew faster, stroking the lengths you couldn't reach with your mouth. You felt him twitch in your mouth, his grip on on your head tighter.

"I'm so close, Y/N. Fuck, you're so good. Take me like the pretty girl you are."

You stroked him faster, licking against him as he moved in and out of your face. You watched his face contort as he came in your mouth. You liked your lips, swallowing his load the best you could. You coughed a little, not anticipating so much. Kirishima panted, relieved. His eyes widened, realizing what happened. He looked at you, leftovers come sitting on your face.

"Oh my God, i'm so sorry. Hold on-"

Kirishima pulled a towel out of the closet, cleaning your face off.

"You don't have to apologize. I just hope I did okay?"

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your hairline. "You were perfect. Thank you."

He helped you stand, holding your waist. "If it isn't too much too soon, we can shower and you can maybe sleep over?"

"I would like that, Eijiro."

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inviouswriting · 3 years

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Darkwarden au - Redemption

Finally touching on this one again.

I think it deserves an alternative ending that’s nice. What do you think?

Revived au - For a few more installments.

Featuring @snow-covered-moon ‘s Shuri/Anubis along with all of her lovely children.

I will have another installment as I can write them. I have a nice way to end this one.

Kivera had lingered behind instead of leaving on her normal hunt, for other sin eaters and those with higher aether count to keep Anubis safe from those that wish her harm. Kivera paused in her thoughts for the name Anubis, in her world she knew the name of the Egyptian god of death. It was almost fitting, she is serving another god in that sense.

The reaper’s thoughts drift to her past, how many has she served. From those in charge of her, from Bathory, Gabriel, Hades, Thanatos, Chiron. Her life of servitude never ended. Always the dutiful angel she is. Even if she wasn’t of the heavens, her path was laid before her in that sense.

Her thoughts are drawn out when a pinged cry hits her head. She knew what it was, and turns on her heels, forgoing finding anything for a meal, instead she approaches in time before Thancred could fire his weapon.

Anubis in a vulnerable state from her hunger. She would never be able to fight back against him. She could but she didn’t “want” to fight. Thancred driven on his own conviction to put her out of her misery. To end someone who was doing no harm to those around her except exist. Power surged in the gunblade and just as it was about to fire, Kivera knocks it to the side with throwing her scythe. The blade fires missing its target, shooting pass her head and into the wall of the well itself.

“What the!” Thancred looks to the weapon that flew pass his head to knock his own. Kivera takes his distraction as opportunity and kicks her toe to the ground to send a ripple through it underneath Thancred’s feet to knock him further off balance.

Kivera flits and stands between Anubis and Thancred. She checks over Anubis quickly, only seeing mild fear in her, and acceptance of what would have been her death. Something she would talk to her later about. Kivera turns her attention onto Thancred who regains himself by now.

“You can’t leave her like this! That is not Shuri, and you know it.” Kivera ignores his words, her eyes going to where Antares landed.

“Is there anything else you can say?” Kivera turns her back to him in favor of looking over Anubis. Thancred wouldn’t attack the fallen carelessly, he has seen her in action and knows it is suicide to fight her.

“Shuri. I think it is time to leave this place. It’s no longer safe.” Kivera completely disregards Thancred being there. She extends a hand down to where Anubis sits, and a hesitant hand takes hers. Kivera helps her to her feet, being gentle when regarding the darkwarden.

“Let’s go home, shall we?” Kivera murmurs the words Shuri had been wanting to hear for a long time. Home.

“Where do you intend to take her...” Thancred is met with an ruby eyed stare from Kivera.

“Away from you, where you can’t go.” Her answer is cold, and she would never grant him the permission of going to her world, her domain, her sanctuary. Not when he intends to murder one she loves in cold blood.

Thancred starts towards them, only for the ground to disappear underneath his feet.

“Quagmire.”

Like water, the ground felt like water around him. Just as he wanted to climb out, he felt the surrounding get colder as it froze, his attention goes to the foot that was embedded in the ground. He forgot she is a master of elements. Earth is an element. Estinien himself has said the spars he had with the fallen that he could never get pass her tricks when she used earth and water together.

“Why are you trying so hard to protect her?” Thancred feels the ground around him start to give from his moving around slowly. The ice chilled his core, seeping in faster than Coerthas’ winterlands ever chilled him.

“Why are you so intent on killing her?” Kivera guides Anubis to a gate she had prepared, a wall of ice that was reflective enough as a mirror. A conduit for Kivera, any reflective surface was her door to her world.

“I know her, that she would not want to live like that.”

“So why must it be you then?” Kivera pulls a white feather out of her left wing and uses it as a quill to write something on the surface of the ice. Scrying a door into its surface.

“Because of you, you dispatched anyone I sent after her.” Kivera knocks on the mirror and opens the gate for Anubis, on the other side a familiar hand reaches through from Divinity.

Anubis had been quiet throughout the exchange, almost tranced from her near death. She recognizes the warmth from Kivera, standing closer to her white wing, the former angel curling it around her to shield her.

“It’s Divinity. She’ll take care of you while I clean up things in this world.” Kivera runs a hand through Anubis’ dark hair cupping her face to rub her face with her own. A show of affection she remembers from her youth as a Xaela. To try and jar her out of what she was feeling.

Anubis reluctantly takes the hand, and is lead through the mirror to Divinity. As soon as Anubis was through the gate, it shatters as a preventive to keep Thancred from rushing the door.

Kivera now that Shuri was safe, turns her attention onto Thancred fully.

“I will give you one chance to go home. I will not attack you, you can forget all the happened here. You can run back to the townsfolk and tell them that the threat has been eliminated for all I care. She will not harm here or The Source. Leave with Kiya, and go about the threats in the other world.” Kivera walks over to the center of the area where Storge once was. Kivera looked small compared to the expansive nest that use to be the sineaters and darkwardens domain.

“And what happens if I don’t want to leave here?” At these words, Kivera whistles; to Thancred’s left Antares springs from the ground summoned back to Kivera’s hands. She catches her scythe to spin once on her feet holding the blade outward to her side in a way to strike.

“I will end you. And you know how good I am at that.” Kivera looked more sure of herself now that Anubis was safe from certain death. Thancred takes Kivera in, really looking at her. She wore different clothing than what he remembered not the odd attires she wore around them. From the black mage persona or dancer. This was her natural state, even the miqo’te side of her wasn’t there.

“Are you not taking my offer then? You truly want to see this through to your end?” Kivera reminds him that he has an out. They don’t have to fight, Kivera is as certain of death to him as he would have been to Anubis.

“What do I tell them... that you ran off with a threat?” Thancred sees her visibly upset at his words. Her eyes narrow, Kivera sighs.

“Someone like you would never understand unless you have been relentlessly persecuted. I take you are dismissing my offer.. don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Kivera taps her feet to the ground to stretch them. Kivera rests her head on one of her hands regarding him.

“Someone has to.” Kivera sighs, as much as she would love to fight with him, there was no point for her to do so. Shuri was safe from him and everyone that could cause her harm wouldn’t not with her secure in her very home.

“I don’t have time for you. Consider yourself lucky... I am being merciful today. I have no interest in fighting you. Go back home before your spirit severs from your body.” Thancred is shocked that she would engage him after trying to actively kill Anubis.

“Why?” Thancred takes a step towards her only to fall through a hole she created, it felt like he was slipping through another dimension itself. Unceremoniously he lands in a heap outside the well. Kivera stands on an abandoned crane away from him.

Thancred looks up at her, he sees her with her scythe again, and using an ability to reduce the size down to an earring and pins it in her ear. She had no intentions of fighting him. She had already been gone too long from Shuri, and knew Divinity needs explaining as to what was going on from the reaper.

“It’s not your time yet. Your world needs you. I will take care of her from here on. If you somehow find a way into the other realm. May I be merciful on your soul.” Kivera ends her warning with leaving him on the red sand flitting away as if she was never there. The dread sensation Thancred had lifts, he wouldn’t say he cheated death, but simply death didn’t want him.

The darkness still lingered in the air, from the remnants of Anubis’ influence. Thancred wondered if there were others that he overlooked. Perhaps Shuri was not the only corrupted spirit in this world.

“Kivera... is alot more kind than we give her credit for.” Thancred looks over his shoulder, Ryne.

“Ryne?” He gets up and sees her fiddle with her hands.

“She’s not evil. She’s just protecting those dear to her. Let’s... let her do her part.” Thancred knew her right, and he’d thank his lucky stars he didn’t die today. The look in Kivera’s eyes meant it if he had harmed Shuri.

“I know... but why did she work so hard when she knew it is hopeless.” Thancred sees Ryne bring a hand to her own face in thought.

“For the same reason I don’t give up on Gaia. Everyone is worth redemption.” Thancred understood after that, that Kivera knows of a way to help Shuri somehow.

“I have been foolish haven’t I?”

“Yes.”

Kivera had secured all of her lingering doors to her world. Shattering certain mirrors that were direct doors. When she arrived back into her domain, she is greeted to the sight of the eternal night sky it already is. Only she can barely see the two moons overhead. Yet here she didn’t worry over Shuri’s well being like she was forced to do in the other two worlds.

She barely recognizes how long it had been till she had been home, as she walked through to the middle, she felt the pings between Shuri and her children. Kivera smiled to herself, there was no fear among them. She had a feeling they wouldn’t fear her, they missed her.

Divinity regards her leader when she comes into view. Getting up to greet her.

“Welcome back. I thought you weren’t going to bring her here until you found a way to break her out of this.” Kivera pulls Divinity more towards the house in the middle.

“I was put in a position where I had to bring her here. Thancred was after her again, and he meant to kill her this time. Caught her at her most vulnerable, and when I was just leaving.” Kivera explains, Divinity understands it. It was a better move for Shuri, Kivera’s own home was brimming with life energy. Just breathing was enough to fill and satisfy the darkwarden’s needs.

Ysayle was confused to why her mother looked different, but did not fear her. In fact was content in her arms while her siblings clung to her after being away for so long. Divinity regards Kivera, a look between them both. The Libra spirit sees her relaxed with all of them out of danger.

“How do you intend we help her though?” Divinity asks the question that Kivera is unsure how to answer.

“Keeping her safe for starters.. The young ones are unaffected it seems, that is a good thing. She is still in there, bringing her to them was a good idea. She’s mostly composed of dark aether, the way we can counter that is of course with light.” Divinity closes her eyes, she wondered if her ability would be enough.

“I can try with mine.” Kivera’s eyes flicker blue brief then back to green. Divinity had a feeling about the abilities.

“It can’t be done carelessly, otherwise we could accidentally kill her, or alter enough to where she loses her humanity.” Divinity sighs, she knew. Kivera was best when it came to elemental differences, her entire life in training was spent learning and honing each element. Even her own weakness in holy. Enough to not be affected unless she prolonged using it.

“We’ll just let her be for now, till we figure something out then.. Does Estinien know you brought her here yet? He might want to see her. As she is now or not.” Kivera didn’t have time to send the dragoon a message.

“I’ll go see him, and bring him here then.” Kivera muses aloud, her fingers finding the end of her left wing to pull a few white feathers off. New wards for her charges.

Kivera approaches the group of children and Anubis. Anubis greets Kivera, her dark figure sees the feathers in her hand. Enough for all of the children, a single black one for Anubis.

“What are those for?”

“Protection. Just like the first feathers I gave you. They’ll let me know if something is wrong.” Kivera kneels down and meets Anubis pressing forehead with hers. She felt tears, Shuri surfaced.

“Thank you.. for not killing him.” Kivera’s eyes widen and she tilts her head enough only to feel a full kiss pressed to her cheek.

“You’re welcome..” The fallen feels a hand press on her white feathers. She doesn’t shrug Shuri’s hand off even if it felt like they were burning under her hand. Kivera gently takes her hand to lace their fingers together, prevent her from burning them further on the only holy thing about herself.

Shuri looks at her for removing her hand.

“You’ll burn yourself...”

“Does it hurt you too?” Kivera lifts her eyes, purple are her eyes. Hiding her pain behind her love.

“A little, but please, it means there is a way to counter. Give me more time. I kept my promise that you would be back with your family after all.” Kivera winds her arms around Shuri, pressing a palm to the middle of her back and rubs along her spine.

“I’m sorry.. I know you kept your promise. Thank you.. I missed them. I missed everyone.. When can I see Estinien?” There is a sense of need in her voice, and Kivera feels it. Green eyes close.

“I’ll bring him here soon. I have to locate him, but I had to check on you and home here.” Kivera cups Shuri’s face using very trace amount of light in her palms. Using her thumbs she rubs Shuri’s face to test something, seeing pink almost white flesh underneath her palms.

“Does this hurt?” Shuri thinks of the warmth on her face, a tingling where the reaper’s hands touch.

“Itches more than hurts.” Kivera stops the magic after clearing her face of the dark almost pitch black tones.

“I might have a lead then. I’ll return with Estinien soon. Be patient for us?” Kivera asks, and Shuri nods. A small kiss placed on her face, she returns it as Kivera stands up after placing a feather on each child and Shuri.

“I trust you.” Shuri says.

Kivera feels her soul alight.

“I love you too.”

#kivera x shuri #Kivera Siverstein #shuri fontaye #estinien wyrmblood #darkwarden au #I almost wrote a fight in here but... it didn't work out

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A chapter in which Drakken takes back his role as getaway driver and Shego indulges in more random chaos. uwu (....why yes, I DID forget to update. I am tired.)

[Chapter Guide]

16. The Nature Of – 4

Gravity shifted suddenly. Shego didn’t have time to shout a four-letter word before the van groaned like a beast and came crashing onto its side. Her arms flew up to cover her face in reflex as glass and rock blew in from shattered windows, and after nearly rolling completely belly-up, the van lost momentum and came to a jarring halt in the sand.

Choking on dust and squinting against debris on her eyelashes, she reached for the wheel to find and yank the key from the ignition a moment before the damn useless airbags went off.

“Shego?” called Drakken from above her, barely audible over the ringing in her ears. “Are you dead?”

She popped the airbag with her alien fire and held out a hand to illuminate him hung up above her, still held in place by his seatbelt. He was reaching for the clasp. Her eyes widened and she barked, “Drakken – don’t—!”

But he did.

With a scream – what did he expect? – the graceless idiot came collapsing down over her, crash-landing on his neck in the mess of glass and rock where her door ought to be. Instead of cursing and getting upset over the tumble, he chuckled and wriggled awkwardly around her and the wheel to get his feet under him on the door.

Shego propped herself up on an elbow, ignoring the bite of glass and rock under her arm as she did, and reached for the warm flow of wet leaving chilly streaks down the left side of her face.

“Are you alright?” he asked, reigning in his giggle fit. His hands were on her, patting up her arm and shoulder to blindly check her over in the dark. “Nothing broken?”

“No,” she curtly grumbled, dabbing her sleeve at the hot sticky blood weeping from her temple.

“S’that no, nothing’s broken or no, you’re not alright?”

Shego grunted up at his hovering shape. “I’m fine,” she reiterated. Nothing she couldn’t walk off, anyway. His searching hands patting up her reached her head and he hummed thoughtfully when she winced and smacked his grubby paws away the second his fingers found the bloody cut on her scalp. “Fuck off, doc,” she spat.

“All good,” was his diagnosis as he took his hands back. “We should get out of here.”

“Ya think?”

He shifted his weight on the crunching glass to stand as Shego unbuckled herself to collapse fully on her side against the door and debris. Between the steering wheel and his leg, she pulled herself up, shrugging away his helping hand around her arm as she rose in the confined space. In the dark, she felt more than saw Drakken stumbling past her over the seat as he ducked into the back, his footsteps sounding unnatural on the back wall that was now the floor.

She was glad to be granted a bit of space, but just as she raised a foot to finish kicking out the shattered windshield, Drakken called for a favor.

“Um. Shego? A little light?”

She groaned and lent him a hand. He grabbed her go-bag from the back, and stuffed spilled wads of cash back in the paper sack to add to her backpack for safekeeping. He also found the stray bottle of liquor and proudly announced the rum had survived before taking a hearty gulp of it.

Shego wasn’t particularly enthused by the news or his continued indulgence, and redirected her glow to blast out the windshield instead rather than kick it out. She didn’t need any more cuts, come to think of it.

Donuts in the desert had been a hoot while it lasted, but right now it was decidedly the stupidest idea she’d had in a long time. She couldn’t even begin to think of anything to top it. She groaned and pressed her sleeve to her temple again. She hadn’t sustained a concussion, she was pretty sure of that. Nonetheless, the cut would be a lasting reminder not to drink and drive.

Turning to survey the wreck in her glow, she counted herself lucky she’d only tipped the van. She could have collided with a sturdy cactus, or an outcrop of rock, or another vehicle. It could have been worse.

She stood by the smashed windshield, holding in her plasma to spare Drakken some light as he ducked back into the front to pop open the glovebox, papers and junk spilling out. He swore as something heavy struck his foot, and snatched it from the ground as he came tripping out.

“Found the flashlight,” he declared, giving it a couple smacks on his palm and clicking the button, only to sigh and toss it. “But it’s dead.”

“Forget about it,” she dismissed. She had her glow anyway. “You got a cell phone?”

“I do not,” he chirped remorselessly. “Which reminds me. I never replaced yours, did I?”

“Nope,” she popped.

Drakken shouldered her backpack and eyeballed the green flame in her palm. “How long will that last?”

“It’s not a tiki torch,” she retorted, and yanked her go-bag from him to slip it on herself, extinguishing her glow for a moment to do so.

“I was only asking—”

“A while,” she answered vaguely, casting a glare back at the van. “Let’s just get moving.” They had a long walk ahead of them if they intended to get anywhere by morning. Attempting to flip the van right-side up would be a lost cause with just the two of them. She’d already established her companion didn’t have her brother’s superstrength. Even with her own slightly-above-average strength, she doubted he’d be any help when he was simply average. Average and drunk.

Drakken grunted, but whether in indignation or agreement was debatable. He extended something toward her then, stared at her outstretched glowing hand, and shoved the offering toward the hand that wouldn’t immediately incinerate what he was trying to give her. “Tissue?” he said, polite enough he almost sounded sober.

She took it grudgingly to pat away the blood on her cheek and hold to the oozing wound on her temple, hissing as she did.

Beside her, Drakken raised the bottle to his lips and – despite everything – took yet another glug as if aiming to finish off the bottle. He was a madman, after all. She was sure most of it had spilled back in the van, but it didn’t lessen her incredulous glare.

Forgetting about the tissue held to her head, she yanked the bottle from him, griping, “Give me that!” and chucked it into the dark. Like a dog playing fetch, the drunken man went bumbling after it with a shout of annoyance.

Shego still had to stifle laughter as she trudged after him in search of the highway. It took a while to find, plus a few green fireballs pitched across the expanse of sand like flares, but they eventually reached the road. While Drakken threw rocks to skitter down the pavement like skipping stones on a lake, Shego provided the invaluable service of lighting the way.

There wasn’t a car in sight, and while Drakken tugged her sleeve and swore they ought to be heading toward the glow on the horizon, Shego whapped him on the shoulder to remind him the hazy glow was Vegas. They’d just come from that direction. They were heading the other direction.

He harrumphed at her, and turned on his heel to stalk off back towards Vegas anyway, despite the fact he had no source of light at his disposal and her assurance it was further than it looked. Shego rolled her eyes and continued down the lonely highway on her own, walking the faded fog line that was nonexistent in places, until she heard his yelp somewhere behind her.

“Dr. D?”

Nothing.

“Doc!” she barked out into the night, but the only answer was the nocturnal chorus of crickets.

A glare set on her face, she stalked back down the road to find the ornery drunkard. He wasn’t hard to find. Rather, he found her – sort of.

After a minute of squinting into the dark at the peripheral of her emerald light, something wrapped around her tender ankle, and she yelped and nearly released a ball of plasma at the man lying in the brush at the roadside. Lucky for him, the glow was recalled on instinct when she fell and threw out her hands to catch herself.

Shego collapsed in the sand and grit as Drakken guffawed. “Jackass!” she snapped, squirming around onto her backside. She gave his shoulder a kick, but he was too caught up in choking on his laughter to pay her much mind.

He regained his composure slightly as he grinned over at her scowl, and then he collapsed back in the sand with a heavy sigh. “I’m tired,” he declared through a sedated grin.

“Well, too bad. We can’t rest here.”

“Five minutes.”

“No.”

Despite denying him such leisure, he didn’t move. He shut his eyes against her glow instead. After a minute, glaring at him was proving futile, so she heaved a sigh as well and fell back in the cold sand. She let her glow die to wrap her arms around herself, and Drakken let out a huff of air as she kicked her aching feet up on his stomach to elevate them.

“Start counting,” she advised. The waning moon and stars offered little light, but her eyes were already beginning to adjust to the blackness. She just barely saw him raise his arm to check his watch, heard him hum, and give a dismissive shrug. Of course he couldn’t read his watch in the dark.

Shego let herself slowly unwind to the therapeutic melody of crickets. She might have closed her eyes to the stars if she didn’t know better. After a while, she raised her arms up in the air on a whim.

Drakken hummed. “What are you doing?” he wondered innocently.

“Giving the heavens the middle finger.”

“I can see that. Why?”

“None of your business.”

“Because of the comet?”

She propped herself up on her elbows and pulled her heels off his belly. She glared at him in the dark, catching the faint glint of starlight reflecting on his glasses. He was looking at her. She wanted to snap at him, ask him what he knew, maybe beat it out of him if she could, but she relaxed instead, albeit slowly. “Yeah.”

She must have muttered something about the accursed thing, because Drakken spoke up again too soon. He sounded a little sad. “You wish it had never happened, huh?” he wondered, but she kept her lips zipped tight. He rolled onto his side to face her, and she set her glare straight up at the starlight. “Does that mean you wish you weren’t here?”

“Lying in the dirt, stranded in the desert? No, not particularly,” she answered dryly, and kicked her heels back up over his hip.

He hummed again, and she glanced down to see him fidgeting, drawing circles in the sand. His humming rose in volume, until she could decipher a tune, and then he was singing yet again. “When you wish upon a star,” he warbled.

“Makes no difference who you are,” she added airily, and his chuckle made it hard not to smile at the offending sky that had damned her. It almost made it worth the disaster that had wrecked her life four years ago and counting.

“Sing in tune or don’t sing at all, Shego,” Drakken criticized, just a touch testy.

Ignoring the sand she flicked his way, he started over with gusto. “When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are,” he sang for the audience of crickets, and though Shego had resigned herself to keeping her lips zipped, he rolled his wrist to cue her to join in once more.

She rolled her eyes, but he mouthed it with her as she supplied, “Anything your heart desires, will come to you.” The words dropped with all the charm of rocks plunking into a pail. She wasn’t sure how the rest went, stubbornly deciding he’d have to settle for her off-key hums to follow his warbling.

After a moment of dead silence, Drakken hummed thoughtfully and stroked his chin. “It could use work,” he decided with a contented shrug. He cleared his throat then and fidgeted with his fingers. “Speaking of desires,” he added with a nod in her general direction.

She shot a perturbed glare at him, but he pointed toward the road. She sat up to squint down the highway, scarcely visible by moonlight. A faint noise came to her attention – a motor – and sure enough, headlights popped up over a distant rise.

Leaping up, Shego grabbed her drunken companion by the arm to drag him to his feet along with her. She hastily towed him back up onto the road, and to no one in particular, she threatened that the driver had better stop or else. She kept Drakken safely pushed behind her and the fog line as she raised an arm to hopefully flag down a ride.

Hitchhiking wasn’t her forte. It would never be her forte. But for once, the first car she saw tonight was also the first car to stop.

Their rescue came in the form of a weathered station wagon a decade or so old, with chipped paint and wood-panel sides, and a busted headlight to boot. Shego half-expected it to backfire and break down on the spot as it rattled to a pause on the other side of the road.

Drakken stepped up close to her, grabbing her by the shoulder. “Ooh,” he cooed. “I always wanted one of those. Mother had one. My cousin scrapped it for parts.”

Shego crinkled her nose at the smell of alcohol on his breath, but didn’t shrug him off. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” she decided in a mutter.

The driver’s window rolled down then and a scraggly middle-aged man leaned out. Something about the rotten-toothed smile of the tobacco-chewing driver put her ill at ease. “Need a ride?” drawled the hillbilly.

She clasped her hands behind her back in case her nerves betrayed her. Something about the guy made her itch to plasma-blast him in the face, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Uh, yeah,” she chimed before her companion could articulate anything coherent. She couldn’t force a thank you out of her mouth, and Drakken didn’t seem to be any more inclined to give it either. She elbowed him to move, and pushed him into the back seat of the wagon ahead of her.

She found it hard to take her unblinking stare off the driver.

Of course she’d find out why the second she finally did.

No sooner had Shego ducked in and shut her door, did a familiar click make her blood freeze over. It wasn’t the sound of a seatbelt buckling. A hand instantly clasped down over hers on the seat, squeezing her fingers almost painfully tight. Drakken went stiff beside her, and for a split second, everything was still as her eyes darted up to see the silhouette of a gun aimed at her companion’s head.

If it weren’t for a peculiar fear flooding her now, she might have had a funny sense of déjà vu.

“You, out,” said the creepy driver, leisurely smacking on his tobacco. He nudged the gun slightly toward Shego and added, “You, stay.”

“We’re traveling together,” Drakken uttered, either too gutsy for his own good right now or completely oblivious to the driver’s intent.

“You got to the count of three, bud. One—”

“Twothree,” Shego blurted, and in a blink, she yanked her companion down by the neck and snapped out her other hand to shove the gunman’s wrist to the roof of the car. Hero training and superhuman powers had their perks sometimes, and one of them was lightning-fast reflexes instilled in her, because sometimes life-or-death decisions like now had to be made in a split second.

The gun went off, and the back window shattering was proof it wasn’t a bluff.

Drakken ripped the firearm from the driver as Shego kicked her door open, her grip on the creep’s wrist tight enough he screamed – or maybe that was because she twisted his arm into an unnatural position as she climbed out. She released him when she saw Drakken turning the driver’s own revolver on him, and then she was throwing open his door to eject the redneck from the car, grabbing fistfuls of his overalls to all but throw him into the road.

He tumbled across the pavement as Shego jumped in behind the wheel, and between her glow and the gun aimed at him through the driver-side window, he must have thought twice about storming back to his car.

“Back up! Further!” she barked out the window at the pathetic excuse of a man holding his hands up as he sneered back at them in the dark. “Little more. Yeah, get outta my sight.”

“Do as she says,” warned Drakken, having rolled down a rear window to better brandish the crude weapon.

Shego swore under her breath as she illuminated the cab and took in the unfamiliar layout. Drakken uttered something in questioning, and she threw a look back at him, but not before shooting a glare out the window at the hick yelling obscenities at them, telling her to be reasonable while calling her every foul name in the book.

“Chief, do you know how to drive a stick?”

“Tell me you’re joking,” sputtered Drakken, leaning over the front seats to take a gander for himself. “You can drive a jet, but not—?”

“Can you or not?” she bit back at him.

“Scooch over,” he grunted.

If she’d expected him to get out and come around like any civilized human being, she was sorely mistaken. This wasn’t a particularly civilized situation, though. So she repeated to herself, “Beggars can’t be choosers,” as she helped drag his sorry butt over the seat to deposit him behind the wheel. The offender outside tried to move in while his guard was down, but Drakken was aiming the gun back out the window soon enough, firing a shot into the dark.

“I meant to do that,” he muttered, and stifled a giggle as he grappled blindly for the stick without taking his eyes off the belligerent hillbilly.

The tires were spinning out and they were burning rubber a second later as the chugging car lurched forward and shot down the highway, leaving the assailant-turned-victim stranded on the roadside. Drunk as he was, Drakken almost instantly veered off the road, but he swore, and did his best to keep them between the lines from that point on.

For good measure, Shego reached over to pull his seatbelt across him before buckling herself in. Drakken was guffawing a moment later, swerving as he did, and she had to snap her hand out again to hold the wheel steady, too sober and nervous to leave him completely unassisted.

“Some night,” he chortled. He took his eyes off the road – which might have been fine if she wasn’t having trouble not looking back at him in turn – and he beamed straight at her. “Been a while since I’ve gone carjacking. Your first time?”

“I stole your car last month,” she reminded.

“Oh, right, right,” he uttered with a nod, and looked back to the road.

Drakken adjusted his grip on the wheel, and though he still drifted slightly into the other lane and had indulged in a questionable amount of rum on top of his cocktail and shots at the Hellhole, Shego gave him enough slack to back off and let him drive. Her wary stare wandered from the road down to the fingers he eventually left drumming idly on the knob of the gear stick.

He opened his mouth again before long, his lips splitting into a grin. “Last time I stole a car was actually about, oh…geez. It was my buddy’s. We were friends. Not real good friends though,” he rambled on, his speech less than clear, but mostly comprehensible as he recounted a revenge he’d enacted against a classmate some years ago. Shego had to wonder if he was drunk then too, but he swore he’d been clean, cross his heart and stick a needle in his eye.

Less than ten minutes of speeding down the highway later, before he finished giving her every detail of his elaborate scheme to sell his cousin the spiffy car for a quick buck, they reached a town centered around a junction. This time of night – midnight or so – all but one or two shops were still illuminated, one of them being a Mini Smarty Mart. The other was the gas station. There wasn’t a single lamppost in town to light the street.

“D’you know where we are?” wondered Drakken, lowering his voice as he crept down the road and eyed the gas station. There was no reason to whisper.

“I thought you’ve been around? You should know better than me,” Shego hissed back, dropping her tone as well in reflex. She cleared her throat and peeked at the gas gauge on the dark dash, lighting up a hand just to see it. “I think we need—”

“Nuh-uh,” he said quickly with a shake of his head, shrinking down in his seat like a little boy. “What if that guy was a local?”

Shego nodded understandingly, muttering, “Then they might know this car is stolen…” Everyone knows everyone in small towns, and all. Nonetheless, she strained to see into the tiny convenience store attached, curious if there was even an attendant on duty who might catch them. “Well we can’t just keep going like this. We’re running on fumes.”

“Alright! Alright,” grumbled Drakken testily, and he frowned as he gave in.

As luck would have it, the gas station attendant was present. However, he was sound asleep, and the pumps were brand new and didn’t require assistance anyway to pay and fuel up, although Dr. Drakken did make the suggestion of just stealing the fuel. While he was busy making a mess and whining about dribbling gasoline on his shoes, Shego gravitated toward the shop.

She paused halfway and doubled back for her go-bag, a brilliant idea bringing a wily smile to her face.

“What are you doing?” Drakken wondered.

“Shut up and have the car ready when I come out,” she advised.

He made a pathetic sort of whine, like a puppy being told to stay. And then he grunted, grumbling, “Yes, ma’am,” and returned to the task of filling the tank.

Shego tiptoed inside, opening the door slowly and catching the bell before it could even tink to announce her entry. She knew there was bound to be a security camera somewhere, operational or otherwise. Search and destroy sounded appealing, but that method would only leave her mark as a dead giveaway to her identity.

So, like any sane shoplifter, she strode confidently through the aisles, taking what she pleased and knowing full well she was likely on camera, wherever it may be. She didn’t hazard looking up to find it. Still, she may have been a bit too bold about her thievery, but that could be blamed on the rum still putting pep in her step.

Her bag half-full of snacks in addition to her uniform and Drakken’s cash, she turned to the counter, eyeing the overweight grimy man slumped over it and snoring in a puddle of his own drool.

She helped herself to the tobacco products lining the shelves behind the counter, deciding it would save her a buck and one raid like this might do her for a whole year. Bag about as full as it was going to get, she turned to scrutinize the cash register on the attendant’s other side for a long moment. Through the window, she saw the tail lights of the station wagon as Drakken repositioned the car, backing up toward the front of the shop for a quicker getaway, or maybe trying to signal her with the lights.

As tempting as the till was, she opted out of squeezing past the fat man to reach it. She was looting enough of his livelihood already.

It was the zip of her bag plopped on the counter that made the attendant’s chubby face twitch. He wriggled his nose as she froze, and he sniffed. Shego slung her backpack over her shoulder quickly and hopped across the counter just as the unsuspecting shopkeeper woke, and she heard a bleary bellow following her out the door as the big guy sprang into action.

Next thing she knew, the bang of a shotgun had her ears ringing, and she hoped it was only the gravel kicked up and not the spray of lead hitting her legs as she dove through the shattered rear window of the wagon in the same second tires squealed. She ducked for cover and was positive some of the birdshot struck the bumper when they were fired at again. They were lucky it didn’t blow a tire.

“Why does everyone try to shoot me when I’m with you?” Shego snapped toward the front as she crawled out of the glass in the trunk and fell into the back seat.

“I don’t know! I think we’re tied tonight though,” Drakken shouted back. There was no reason to be shouting, except maybe his ears were ringing too from the earsplitting pops.

She checked her legs quickly – braced to find the worst – but was relieved to find she hadn’t been struck by pellets after all. For a moment, she lay on the cold leather seat to catch her breath and let herself come down from the adrenaline rush, but a sudden swerve cut her relaxation short. She clambered into the front to join her drunk driver on the bench.

“What was all that about anyway?” asked Drakken.

“Whadda ya think?” she shot back as she unzipped her bag. She realized, as she was rummaging in the go-bag between her knees, that the gear stick was also between her knees, which meant she was sitting a bit too close to her drifting getaway driver.

She shifted aside back to her proper spot in shotgun, and noticed him visibly relax.

“Any beef jerky?” he asked hopefully.

“Of course,” she chimed lightly, as if it were obvious, and dug out a bag from beneath the packs of cigarettes.

She tore into it and handed over a hickory-smoked beef stick. While she ate her own, she tuned out Drakken humming and smacking next to her as he thoroughly and drunkenly enjoyed his. Focusing on the rearview mirror in hopes she’d see no flashing lights of the law had her preoccupied anyway.

#deep breath IT'S NOT OVER YET.#i need to remember to update in a day or two like i planned to #drakgo #drakken #shego #The Company You Keep fic

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Gay Minds Think Alike

@paperhatcollection co-wrote this with me, they are so fucking talented, and I had a blast writing this with her! Give her as much love as humanly possible, and we hope you enjoy this wreck of a fic!

Love is a funny thing. It’s hard to define, harder to understand, sometimes changing with the winds and other times a sturdy rock in an otherwise turbulent river. Sometimes it’s like a recurring idea or a thought you can’t shake from your head, or as much a part of your like as your voice or the way your heart skips a beat when you see you one and only soulmate. Sometimes it's slow, built up over a thousand small moments, other times you trip and crash headfirst into a crush.

Sometimes it’s like tripping on the top step of a staircase and tumbling your way to the bottom, where you land at the feet of your crush.

Which is exactly the situation Anti found himself in, laying on his back at the foot of the stairs, his gay dumbass gaze locked onto the face of Chase Brody standing above him.

The first thing Anti was aware of was the way his breath was knocked from his lungs, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the fall or from the way that Chase was looking down at him. Anti found himself captivated by the gaze, his breath caught in his throat by the way Chase batted his eyelashes, or maybe he was just blinking, but Anti didn’t care. He wasn’t sure of the angle did something, or if he’d gotten a mild concussion, but Chase was so pretty. It was as if the gates of heaven glanced upon his pitiful existence just to give a taste of what it all felt like. When Chase opened his mouth to speak, it was as if a chorus of angels backed his words, the light about them nearly forming a halo around Chase.

“Woah, dude, did it hurt?”

Anti felt himself grin, a look he imagined to be sly but in reality, looked rather dopey. “You mean when I fell from heaven?” he asked, almost certain it would end in his favor.

“In what world would you fall from-” Chase frown, shaking his head ever so slightly and sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Never mind. No- when you fell down the stairs, are you okay? That looked like it hurt, dude. And now you’re just kinda… staring off into space, I think?” He added a small wave of his hand back and forth over Anti’s field of vision, checking if his eyes moved along with the movement. Anti blinked. Once, twice, then refocused on Chase, the vacant look finally falling from his face.

“Oh.” Anti tried to ignore the way the lump in his throat turned into a rock in the pit of his gut. “Um… yeah. I’m uh, I’m fine. Yeah. No problemo here.”

Chase shrugged. “Alright man, if you say so. Need a hand up?” he offered, holding out his hand to Anti. Anti’s mouth went completely dry as he looked anxiously at Chase’s outstretched hand; endless possibilities flashing through his mind.

He could grab Chase’s hand and try to play it off coolly, standing to his feet in a smooth motion that would allow him to regain some of his composure. He’d pull Chase’s hand closer, planting a kiss on the back of his palm and wink to him, and totally embarrass himself because he’s got Clumsy Bitch Disease and it’s fatal, so he’d definitely mess up somehow.

Maybe his own hands would clam up and he’d gross Chase out, and then he’d never speak to him again and he’d die alone with fifty cats as his only company. The saddest part being, one of the cats would definitely be named Chase. Maybe even Marvin if he were up for it. One day once he was old and alone he’d wake up to find out Chase the cat had passed away peacefully in its sleep, and he’d mourn the last link he had to his lost love while gazing sadly out his window. It would be raining.

Maybe he’d trip over his big fucking feet again and pull Chase down with him, and then Chase’s weight would be pressed against him, their lips inches apart, their eyes meeting-

Anti made a low whine in the back of his throat, acutely aware of the clock ticking faster and faster as he left Chase hanging for a response.

“No, I- fuck you.” Anti blurted out.

Even before the words had fully left his throat, Anti could feel his internal narration freeze in panic, then go into maximum overdrive. Before Chase had a chance to register what dumbass sentence just came out Anti’s mouth, and before Anti could see the look on his face when he did, Anti had glitched out of the current plane of existence, hoping his useless gay soul would just hang on a string and he would die a quick painless death.

Chase blinked then shrugged, sighing inwardly to himself. Geez, some people.

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In the quiet of dawn, when the world was just beginning to wake from its gentle slumber, and the first rays of morning’s light snuck through the thin gap between closed curtains when Chase shot upright in bed with the sudden realization that Anti wasn’t delusional, he’d been trying to court his dumb butt.

If it hadn’t been six in the goddamn morning, Chase probably would have screamed bloody murder. “Oh my god,” Chase whispered-screamed to himself, shoving the blankets aside and nearly tumbling out of bed in his hurry to stand. “Oh my fucking god, oh man, I’m so dense, what the fuck-” his efforts to stand did ultimately end in him tripping and hitting the floor with a loud THUD, but Chase was up the next moment, too absorbed in his breakthrough to notice the collateral damage. “Okay Chase, calm down. Maybe Anti didn’t realize what he was saying- he probably got a concussion falling down the stairs or something, you know how egotistical that glitch is,” He gulped. “I hope.”

“I mean, not that… I… well it has been awhile since I’ve been with someone, but…” Chase paused and gave himself a light slap on the side of his face. “No, bad Chase, you’re projecting. But what if I’m not- I mean, it wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Anti’s not that bad a guy once you get to know him, and he’s got those fucking eyes, that shitty laugh of his that’s always so much louder than everything else in the room like he’s trying to make sure everyone pays attention to him.” And it fucking works, by the way. Chase couldn’t count the number of times he’s felt his gaze pull towards the glitch, his attention stolen in a moment, left breathless as he watches the way Anti effortlessly manipulates the room with a word or a gesture. Chase felt himself shiver just thinking about it, picturing the gleam in his eyes, the smirk tugging his lips up.

“Oh, fuck,” Chase whispers to himself, shoulders slumping downwards. “I’ve got it bad.”

He shook his head, staring blankly at a wall, before returning to his bed. He sat on the edge, letting his head fall into his hands, taking a deep breath as a shudder ran through his body. The worst part was, this could still all be in his head. He didn’t actually know for sure if… oh fuck, this was just like him too, wasn’t it? Chase didn't exactly have a history of… successful relationships, to put it bluntly.

Love isn't fun. Sometimes it’s hard, harder still once you’ve lost at its game. Sometimes love is the thing that fuels you, that keeps you going on during cold nights, while other times it’s the thing that takes half of your soul and throws it into the void. Sometimes it’s like a dream, blissful and sweet, while other times it’s a melancholy memory, bittersweet in the moments you know you’ll never have again. And sometimes… sometimes it feels like your only source of air, like something you could never live without, no matter how many times it chews you up and spits you out.

Yeah, Chase Brody was a dead man.

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Maybe, Chase thinks, a bus will run me over and my problems won’t matter anymore.

No such luck was waiting for him, it seems, as he made his way downtown. Maybe the recording studio would be on fire, and they’d have to cancel recordings for today. Wouldn’t be the first time, although Marvin had sworn to Ireland and back that he’d be more careful with his magic from that point on. Or maybe Anti was too busy editing footage for everyone's videos, and he wouldn’t leave his editing room for the entire day, and Chase wouldn’t have a chance to talk to him.

Too bad as soon as he walked into the office, he was smacked in the face by reality, and left breathless by the smug grin Anti was sending his way. Somehow, he seemed to radiate a confidence Chase could only wish he had, even when casually standing by the water cooler and flipping through a script for someone’s video. Chase faltered to a stop, catching Anti’s eye from across the room and giving a weak wave in response. He was almost sure the beating of his heart was audible to those around him.

In reality, Anti was baring the dopiest smile a gay man could bear, staring at his favorite person head-on. Soon enough, he had the thought that Chase may be weirded out by his staring and proceeded to pretend he was doing something important. Such as flip through a finalized script that was already good enough to be on camera, and ‘scan it for errors’. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Chase halt midway across the room, glancing back over in time for Chase to flash him a grin and wave. Anti nearly short-circuited, causing him to drop the papers, which fluttered to the ground and fanned out into a heap around him.

Cursing under his breath, Anti knelt down to recollect them, trying to hide his apparent blush from embarrassing himself in front of his crush two days in a row. From across the room, Chase gasps in surprise when Anti drops his papers, rushing over to help. He wasn’t even sure if Anti noticed him right away, at least not until they reached for the same paper. Their hands brushed, Chase’s resting on top of Anti’s, a slight spark leaping between their connected hands.

Than Chase panicked, jerking back and somehow managing to hit Anti square on the nose.

“Ow! What the hell?!” Anti snapped.

“Fuck- shit, I’m sorry!” Chase blurted out, dropping what few papers he’s managed to collect back onto the floor. He reached out towards Anti, unsure what he’d really be able to do but wanting to make sure he was okay, only for Anti to jerk away and glare at him. Chase flinched and pulled his hand closer to his body, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Uh, um, I thought you might need uh, you might want a hand?”

“I’m fine,” Anti grumbled, gathering the remaining papers together in a pile and straightening them out. They weren't in any way shape or form in the correct order, but Anti didn’t care right now. No, instead he was just focused on the annoyance bubbling in the back of his head, cause that was better than focusing on the bubbly feeling he got when he looked at Chase’s cute, apologetic face. He started to reach out before catching himself, wanting to comfort him, but he knew if he started to do that he’d end up a stuttering, nervous wreck before the minute was over.

“I… I have to go. Gotta, um, reorder these.” Anti awkwardly stammered out, standing and almost dropping the papers again, before catching them against his chest and turning to leave. As he did so, his jacket caught in the air, flaring out and fanning around him like a cape. It was somehow an even more dramatic flair than what Marvin was able to manage, and that guy wore an actual cloak.

“I like your jacket.” Chase blurted out, standing quickly. He coughed into his fist, his throat suddenly remarkably dry, and he nonchalantly edged closer to the water cooler. “I mean uh,” Chase paused to lick his lips, which suddenly felt as dry as his throat did. “That’s a really nice jacket, Anti. It suits you.” He licked his lips again, mostly because his saliva was depleting rapidly from his mouth. He grabbed one of the paper cups from the cooler and finally got himself a drink, drowning it in a single gulp but somehow still just as thirsty as he’d been before. When he looked back up from his cup, he realized Anti had ceased storming off, and was staring at Chase with an unreadable expression. Oh- Oh fuck. Chase had assumed he’d already left. Instead, he’s watched as Chase stopped and gulped down an entire cup of water, in the middle of a fucking statement. “Uh, I, um. You… jacket, uh, looking good?”

Anti, oblivious to what Chase’s message to him was, stated, “No, you can’t have my leather jacket, you already stole Jackie’s.” and turned around and left.

It was an hour later, after Anti had reordered the script and begun editing footage for Jackie’s latest ‘parkour’ video (it was actually just him on patrol, but no one needed to know that) that Anti removed his headphones, stared off at a blank wall, and realized Chase had been complimenting him.

“FU-

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“Henrik, I fucked up!” Chase yelled, bursting through the door to Henrik’s makeshift clinic.

Henrik sighed, putting down his clipboard. He didn’t look surprised in the least, just tired. “I knew it. Where did he stab you?”

“Uh… what?” Chase asked, confused.

“You tried to steal Anti’s new jacket, didn’t you?” Henrik paused, sighing. “Oh, I’m sorry, ‘borrow’ his jacket, just like you’ve ‘borrowed’ clothes from the rest of us. I still want my sweater back, by the way.” Chase was pretty sure that sweater was currently folded up in one of his dressers, right next to one of JJ’s spare bowties and one of Jackie’s jackets. But now wasn’t the time for that.

“What? No! I just… had a realization…” Chase began, faltering and adjusting the brim of his hat, glancing around the room as if expected someone to leap out at any moment.

Henrik looked puzzled for a good second before his expression cracked, an assuming smile turning the corners of his lips. “That have certain feelings for Anti?”

“How the fuck did you know that?”

A small smirk teased on Henrik’s oh so smug face. “A little birdie told me.”

And by birdie, he was referring to the fact that he’d listened to Anti rambling on about his crush for hours over the course of his visits to Henrik’s clinic, during which Anti had managed to compare Chase to everything from the sun to a Greek god. The amount of giddiness Anti radiating from Anti could power the entire goddamn planet, and Henrik found watching his half-assed attempts at catching Chase’s eye akin to watching a morning soap-opera you kinda hoped would turn into a trainwreck of gay feelings.

“I mean… Hen, I’ve been out of it so long, what if he doesn’t like me back?” Chase asked, his voice raising several pitches from his panic. “What if he rejects my attempts? What if I try and bring him some coffee to flirt with him, but I spill it all over his shirt and he hates me forever? And the tension in the office raises a lot? And what if because of that, the others start to hate me? And then I have to move out of the country, change my name to Scooter Bronan, and become a drug dealer on the lonely streets of LA!”

Henrik almost felt bad for laughing, but not by a lot. A drug dealer? Preposterous, Chase wouldn’t be able to sell water, a legal substance, without a license.

“Henrik!” Chase whined. “Stop laughing, I’m serious!”

“Chase, would you do me a small favor for me?” Henrik asked, as he stood up from his desk and walked towards a storage closet. “Get in the closet.”

“Is that a metaphor? I’m openly gay-” Chase began, only for Henrik to cut him off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“I’m aware, get in the closet, please.” He opened the door, smiling welcomingly, yet Chase was getting mixed signals from the whole ‘get in the closet’ thing. Reluctantly, he stepped into the closet, letting the door shut behind him. Chase settled down on an upside-down bucket, listening to Henrik move around the clinic from the other side of the door. After a moment, he heard Henrik speak up again. “And Chase? Please be quiet for a moment, if you would.”

“Alright…?”

Nodding to himself, Henrik set his plan in motion. First things first: alerting the other disaster gay. One text later, and Anti was coming any moment now, not aware that Chase was in the closet. Literally speaking, of course, everyone knew that Chase swung both ways, and Anti had been over the moon the first time he’d found out about it.

Glitching into existence already sitting on the examination bed, Anti was holding a five-hour energy bottle that he threw back into his mouth and downed it all in one go. “Henrik, you’re not going to believe this shit.”

“Let me guess, you have a crush on Chase?” Henrik asked, grinning to himself as he set about changing the bandages around Anti’s neck. He’s done this so many times, he could probably manage it with his eyes closed.

“Oh, haha,” Anti said with a roll of his eyes. “The usual, anyways,” he tossed the now-empty bottle behind him, where it landing it the trash with ease.

“Show off, how many times did you practice that at home?” Henrik asked.

“Moving right along,” Anti replied without missing a beat. “So you know how eye contact is something important for every humanoid should have a grasp on?”

“Yes?”

“I forgot how to maintain eye contact when Chase was looking at me, and I dropped a bunch of papers in front of him like an absolute clutz,” Anti explained, sighing dramatically. “Now Chase probably thinks I’m the biggest doof in the whole office! And he punched me! I’m never washing my face again, by the way.”

“Yes you are, your I’m forcing you to take a shower.” Henrik cut in. “A crush is no reason to abstain from basic hygiene.” Normally, he’d already been halfway done by now, but Henrik was going slower than usual. “Anyways, I’m sure he doesn't think that. And what really happened?”

“Oh- um, he tried to help me pick up the papers, you know, cause he’s a perfect fucking angel, but then our hands touched and I think maybe I’m not so dead inside? Maybe this man is the cure to fucking cancer?” he sighed dreamingly. “There was a spark between us, I just know it. Or, you know, maybe it was my glitchy electrical powers zapping him, cause he ended up yanking back and smacked me on accident.” Anti paused than shook his head. “It was an accident, so I’m not really upset at him.

“Anti,” Henrik began. “We all know Chase could stab you and you’d be on your knees thanking him for breathing in your direction.”

“Cause he’s fucking perfect, that’s why.” Anti snapped. “Have you seen that guy? He’s so sweet and caring, he puts others well being in front of his own, and just- have you seen the way he looks when he helps someone? That pure smile on his face, I don’t know how he does it, but somehow he manages to make me think that maybe the world isn’t so doomed after all? And when he laughs just makes the room brighter, it makes my entire day when I can make him laugh, I’d do anything for it.”

Anti paused and chuckled. “And I swear every time I hear it my heart’s gonna beat out of my chest. I don’t know how much longer I can take this without bursting at the seams from all these stupid feelings, but I can’t just make a move, what if he doesn’t like me back? I would die alone with fifty cats, one of which is named Marvin, and I have to spend the rest of my life referring to Marvin as human Marvin, and I never speak to Chase again because he’s allergic to cats and he won’t ever come near me. I’ll have to quit and get a new job and move towns and call myself Connor and become a shell of former self.”

Henrik hummed knowingly, glancing at the closet. “What exactly do you feel for Chase?”

“I… I kinda…” Anti began, then muttered under his breath.

“You kind of what, Anti?”

“I kind of love him?” Anti whispered, grinning sheepishly.

“I can’t hear you,” Henrik said, tilting his head and leaning back. “Could you speak up, please?”

“I said I fucking love him?! Okay?! Henrik?! I love him!” Anti screamed, face turning a light shade of red.

Nodding to himself, Henrik finished applying Anti’s clean bandages and smoothed them out, double checking his work before backing away and dusting off his hands. He spun on a heel, crossing to the closest door, and opening it while stepping aside to reveal a very shocked and very blushy Chase Brody.

“Alright, was that straight enough for you?” Henrik asked than caught himself and chuckled. “Ah- my bad, I should wait for you to come out of the closet, shouldn’t I?”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, I’m not-” Chase stammered, not prepared for the fuckery that Henrik has laid down in front of them.

“Nonsense!” Henrik cut in, grabbing him by the arm and leading him out of the closet. “We were just talking about you, actually! Weren't we, Anti?”

Anti opened and closed his mouth without saying anything, looking from Chase to Henrik and back to Chase again. “Henrik! You set me up, you son of a whore!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, you were talking about Chase on your own account, weren’t you?” Henrik asked, unable to stop himself from smiling right in Anti’s face. “Why, I couldn’t have stopped you if I’d tried!”

“You could have! You could have stopped me right there!” Anti screamed, pointing at the now empty closet. “Chase was in the fucking closet the entire time, and you didn’t have the human decency to stop me from being gay!”

“It’s called doctor-patient confidentiality,” Henrik explained. “If Chase didn’t want to come out of the closet, I had no right to force him.”

“I didn’t even know what I was saying, I don’t even like Chase! I was just exaggerating to be funny! You like drama, so I gave it to you!" Anti protested.

“You… you were?” Chase asked, his voice soft, broken, and his expression crestfallen. He sniffed, scrubbing at the corner of his eye as he looked off, trying not to appear too heartbroken and failing spectacularly. “I… oh. Well, I hope you had fun, Anti. It’s not like some of us actually care about our feelings.”

“No! Chase, I didn’t mean to- please- I don’t- what- Henrik! See what you did?” Anti asked, turning back to the doctor and unable to keep the desperation from his voice.

“Me?” Henrik asked, putting an arm around Chase’s shoulder and bringing him closer, comforting him. “I didn’t do anything, except listen when my friends came into my clinic of their own accord and start gushing to me about their crushes.”

“I should go.” Chase blurted out before anyone could say anything else. “Anti you… you enjoy your game, just leave my heart out of it.” he pulled out of Henrik’s arms, heading towards the door with a slow, dragging pace.

“No, you’re not going anywhere, we need to set some things in order,” Anti said, sliding between Chase and the door, placing his hands on Chase’s chest. “I… I didn’t mean it,” he admitted, fidgeting in place. “I… Chase look, I’m really fucking dumb sometimes, and I don’t work well under pressure, and I’m pretty sure Henrik has been stealing my brain cells during my visits-”

“Actually, I’ve been trying to replenish them you disaster child.” Henrik cut in.

Anti glared at him than softened his expression when he returned it to Chase. “Chase, the truth is I… I um, I … Feel… good when I’m near you I… you… we… have something? Please? That we don’t have with the others? You… I… love… I love you.”

Chase sniffed, rubbing his face with one hand than looking up at Anti with a sly grin, all traces of his sadness gone. “Is that so?” Chase asked, leaning closer and grinning. “Cause, I think I love you too,” he admitted, planting his lips on Antis in a quick, stolen kiss.

“I… uh, holy shit, what, hands, do, I, um, fuck, Chase-”

“Chase, you broke him, his last brain cell was a gift to you.” Henrik gasped, placing a hand over his heart. That dramatic bitch.

Lifting one of Anti’s hands in his, Chase interlocked their fingers together, smiling at his new boyfriend. Anti still having yet to form a coherent sentence, managed to stammer out something that vaguely sounded like ‘You… smile… good’. Chase giggled and planted another kiss, on his cheek this time, tugging him towards the door. “Common, let’s go break the news to everyone else before you crash completely.”

Maybe love wasn't so bad after all.

#connor writes #co-made work #this was so fun to make!! and we were laughing a lot at the gay jokes #the amount of times i coughed and laughed is just #lfljdsdsf'l #i had so much fun and id totally be down to do it again

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Afterward (7/13)

Chicago, Illinois: The Sexton Baby, Connor Rhodes

??9 January 2019 | ??:?? Local Time

Thankfully one of the nurses gave me my notebook to write things down before they start doing more tests or decide they need to keep me way too long. I don’t know how much time I’ve lost, but I need to talk to someone in charge. Connor is dangerous to everyone in the hospital, and I need to dispel his spirit sooner rather than later. The next time he lashes out, his victim may not be as lucky as I was. If Dr. Halstead hadn’t been right there, I wonder if I would’ve died.

9[Addendum: 18 January 2019 | ??:?? Local Time]

April later informed me it was the eighteenth, and that I missed roughly two and a half days for treatment of two partially collapsed lungs.

For the first hour that Sarah’s awake again, some indeterminate amount of days later, everything is tests and questions and lights in her eyes, all accompanied by a dull ache in her chest from what she’s told is her lungs trying to heal. They have a tube in her side still, draining out into a dish that needs cleaning more often than it gets. She’s still so tired and wheezing, even with the oxygen mask over her face, but she knows she needs to get up and dispel the dangerous grip the thing that took Connor has on this hospital.

But when they start to let her rest again, April comes to visit. She looks exhausted and small, and it makes Sarah’s chest hurt in a completely different way. She reaches out with the hand not filled with needles and tubes. April takes it without hesitation, raises it to her lips to kiss, and that’s the moment when Sarah knows that she has to do everything possible to save April. She’s too good, and she reminds her so much of an angel that it’s unreal.

“How long was I out?” Her voice is scratchy, clearly unused for a long time.

“Three days,” April answers. “It’s the eighteenth. Your lungs collapsed, and we still can’t figure out why. What happened?”

“Like I said earlier, Connor. I tried to talk to Dr. Halstead, and Connor got in. He tried to kill me, but it’s because he was scared. I can’t give up on him. And I really need to be discharged before anyone else gets hurt.”

Sarah struggles to sit upright in spite of the pain, which has her monitor beeping angrily and April immediately trying to stop her. She needs to get out of bed and find a way to help, not be trapped here to listen to the spirits around her and know that everyone in the building is in danger. When she glances around, she can see the mother holding the baby that’s been haunting April. It must be hell for her, especially when she’s paying Sarah to free her from all that.

And isn’t that a painful reminder, that she’s being paid to be here, and she doesn’t really have much of a chance with April. But Sarah can’t focus on that right now- she has work to do. So she insists on sitting up and trying to find her coat because it has a lot of important stuff in it. But she can’t find it, an issue that absolutely doesn’t help her right now. And then she hears footsteps approaching, and it’s Will, with Connor over his shoulder.

“I know you didn’t mean it,” Sarah says immediately, her voice still scratchy and a little breathless. “It’s okay, Connor, I just want to help you.”

April and Will share a look over her head- they must not be able to see him this time. But Sarah is used to that, and she ignores them in favor of watching Connor shift his weight, the blood on his face dripping to his jawline. She doesn’t remember seeing that before, and it means she should take a look at his body. And that could be the key to this all, she suddenly realizes. Connor is the host; if his body can no longer support it, then Connor moves on and everyone will be safe.

Sarah grabs April’s sleeve and pulls her closer. “Where’s Connor’s body? I need to see it.”

“You need to rest. You’re really sick,” Will argues.

No. No, she doesn’t and isn’t, and she needs to help people. That’s all she’s good for. It’s her job. They don’t understand how much danger they’re in right now. Connor, and everyone else who’s died in this hospital recently, are an active threat, to the point that this hospital should be evacuated and shut down until the threat is contained. More people could die. They could get hurt. April especially.

“Maybe we should let her,” April says. “This is her expertise. If she says we’re in danger, I think we should believe her.”

In an instant, Connor is behind her and he has his hands in her chest just like with Sarah, and once again, Will is able to see him.

“Tell him to stop!” Sarah cries, struggling to get up and do something, anything to banish him, but she doesn’t have her supplies. “He cares about you, Will, tell him to stop!”

“Stop!”

At Will’s voice, Connor does. He pulls his hands from April’s chest as she collapses forward, coughing but seemingly faring better than Sarah was when it happened to her. Sarah rubs her back, but her eyes are locked on Connor, who stares at Will like he’s waiting to hear something else.

“Stop hurting people,” Will says, sounding so small and sad. “That’s not you, Connor. That’s not the man you were when you died. You saved people, remember?”

Connor doesn’t say anything, but he has this look on his face. Sad, genuine, hurting. Someone who needs to be helped, not just dismissed from the world of the living so he may find peace in a life beyond this one. To see him squishes any anger that Sarah might have had as a result of his earlier actions. He just needs help, like April does. A different kind of help, maybe, but help nonetheless.

He walks away, leaving the three of them there. Will starts asking April if she’s okay, insisting he listen to her chest in case Connor hurt her like he did Sarah. But already, she’s standing up and regaining her breathing. She’s alright, better off, and now inclined to let Sarah do her job and keep them all safe.

“I can try and discharge you long enough to go see Connor’s body tomorrow morning,” Will says, his voice all crackling autumn leaves and dead tree branches. “Rest tonight. You too, April.”

Then he leaves, and Sarah finds April crawling into the hospital bed beside her. It’s a tight fit, but a reassuring one that makes it impossible to ignore that they’re both alive. This reminds Sarah of what it felt like the last time she had someone to love, way before the accident, and they shared clumsy kisses in her childhood bedroom with curtains drawn tight just in case. This is as peaceful, filled with apprehension, but in a different kind of way. April’s head is a welcome weight on her chest, even if it adds more strain to lungs already complaining of overexertion from her sudden awakening and seeing Connor try to kill someone else.

“We’ll be okay,” Sarah whispers.

She can’t be sure, can’t promise, but it feels like the right thing to say in a moment like this one. There’s nothing else to say. Just as she thinks about that, she registers the silence- the rest of the spirits left when Connor did, providing them this brief respite hold each other and wonder what happens next.

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this.”

“It’s my job, April.”

April gets up, bracing her forearms on either side of Sarah’s chest carefully and leans forward. Their noses touch, and there’s so much to look at, so much to admire, but all Sarah can think about is how soft her lips look. A little glossy with chapstick, but plush and like something out of a magazine, the sort of lips Sarah had seen on makeup ads as a child and wondered what they would feel like to kiss.

Her curiosity is finally settled.

The moment April kisses her, the whole world melts away. It’s all warmth and an emotion Sarah can only describe as sunshine. She lifts her hands to do something, and finds one resting on the nape of April’s neck and the other on her back. More than anything, she wants to kiss her until the day she dies. This is bliss. This is what heaven feels like. For the second they part to breathe, it’s like burning to death. But then April is there again and everything is perfect.

She wants more than she can have, especially when they’re both so fragile. She doesn’t ask, though, merely enjoys what she can at this moment before it’s gone and April probably has a freak out the way Sarah’s last not-quite-girlfriend did the first time they kissed. And the second. Third. Fourth. Last. This is the last thing she wants to think about, but some things, one simply can’t forget.

When April pulls away, though, she’s smiling and licks her swollen lips. “I wanted to make sure I got the chance to do that.”

Struck speechless, all Sarah can do is nod and allow April to settle back down laying on her chest again. She’s quick to drift off, the steady rise and fall of April’s ribs enough to reassure her that she won’t be dying in the night unless Connor, or worse, the thing that killed him, show up to bare bloodthirsty metaphorical teeth.

The thing is, she knows what’s lurking. It doesn’t have a name, that she can find, but she’s encountered it before. Sometimes a place gets so overwhelmed by negative energy that it gets physical. Then it finds a host- someone already in a lot of pain, someone who wouldn’t be able to move on immediately after death anyways. And with something to anchor it, it destroys everything in its path. When Sarah encountered one for the first time in a small Maine town, it had been around for nearly two hundred years and had killed countless people- mostly children, because they were afraid. This energy, it clings to fear and pain and everything that slowly eats a person alive.

And maybe, just maybe, the real Connor is still in there. It’s possible; he’s only been dead a few months, and his spirit listens to someone he loved in his life. There’s hope he can still be saved, rescued from the infestation and allowed to move on without being destroyed in the cleanse. It’s not a guarantee, but it’s a chance, and that’s one Sarah wouldn’t be able to forgive herself for not taking.

When she finally falls asleep, her dreams are a mixture between Connor’s blood stained face and the way it felt to kiss April.

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A supernatural marvel - Dean Winchester x Reader x Steve Rogers - Chapter 2

Title: A supernatural Marvel

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Set in season 13 and Post Avengers: Infinity War, No Infinity War spoilers

Word Count: 5,819

Summary: Imagine being transported in the Supernatural universe, with no memory of your life, where you become a hunter and fall in love with Dean. Only for a very important person from your past to come looking for you and change it all.

Read Chapter 1 here!

“I'm sorry, do I know you?” you frowned, your eyes staying glued to his for a reason you couldn't describe with words.

However your words weren't the ones he wanted to hear, if anything it was probably the worst ones he could hear considering the circumstances. His lips formed a line as he clenched his jaw and straightened his back, his eyes still holding that glossy feature though. You knew that look very well, Dean had had that expression before himself, he was hurt, undeniably so, but didn't want anyone to know.

“No” his voice was more gruff than you'd expect “No, I'm sorry. I was the one mistaken. We'll just-”

“No!” you breathed out so fast you surprised not only yourself, but certainly Dean and the man you were looking at “Wait, you're... you're right. I am (Y/n), (Y/n) (Y/l/n). Isn't that what you meant?”

“I-” he blinked for a second, as if his guards were coming down, but he managed to regain his strength and shook his head with a deep frown “No, no I didn't.” he said in an almost robotic and totally nowhere near convincing way “Thank you for your help but we need to leave now.” he addressed mostly the boys.

“What? No you can't just-” you started but as you took a step closer to them your feet felt wobbly and trembled.

Before you could collapse, though, Dean was instantly by your side and holding you protectively to him “Are you ok?” he asked in a gruff voice and yet you still found yourself looking from his concerned face to Steve's who had an identical one on.

“I will be.” you forced out, willing yourself to stand straight and pushing Dean slightly away and looked Steve straight in the eyes again “Once you tell me how you know me.”

His eyes hardened instantly and his blue eyes went from worried to cold and almost hostile, as if he wanted to protect himself from you “I don't.” he said matter-of-factly before turning to leave.

But he only took two steps away before the woman of their group spoke up “How are you here?”

Your eyes instantly fell on her, noticing her red eyes, but thankful because it made the blue-eyed man stop in his steps “Wh-what?” you blinked “What does that mean?”

“Natasha” he sighed heavily, not looking at her but he closed his eyes for a second.

She only pursed her lips stubbornly and yet angrily “Don't you wanna know how this is even possible?”

“I know enough.” he turned to glare at her “She-” he pointed at you before turning to look at you and let his hand fall “Is not (Y/n). Not my... our (Y/n). And we don't need to bother them anymore, we have a job to do and I'm sure so do they. We're going, now.” his voice was commanding, making you wonder for a second what his place was.

“Well I'm not.” she countered back, making him clench his fists and lower his head with closed eyes. There was something at the action that made it look familiar.

“Nat” Sam gave her a warning look but she shook her head before her eyes focused back on you.

“What do you remember of us? Anything, doesn't have to be names, even an image. A shape, scene or- or even a color. Something, a place maybe? What the last thing you remember? Do you... know about what is out there? As in universes. Is there something that could-” she seemed like a calm and collected woman, but when she spoke to you, you could see a desperation that made your heart ache. As if something terrible had happened.

“I'm- I don't-” you blinked, your vision getting more blurry and your head aching even more as the time passed. Your hands started to shake and Dean instantly took notice of it. He knew that with your dreams you've been really on edge lately, and it was more than clear that these people – especially Steve – were making things much worse for you.

“Alright, enough.” Dean's voice barked, rough enough to scare even the most dangerous monsters, so you wouldn't be surprised if – especially with his height – he could seem rather intimidating “I've had enough of the questioning, and she's certainly unable to take any more of it.” he stood in front of you protectively.

“We- we don't want to cause any trouble.” Sam rushed to tell him, trying to calm him down, but unlike him Steve only seemed to take a challenging step forward, without even realizing it.

“We know, we know that.” your Sam stepped forward as well with a polite smile “What my brother- uh Dean, and I'm Sam and this Jack.” he introduced them to make things a little less tense “And you apparently know (Y/n)... somehow.” he cleared his throat “What Dean is trying to say is that, we don't know what you're talking about and we would like to help but as you see we are in no place to provide information right now.”

“And we certainly don't want to.” Dean didn't miss a second to say harshly, green eyes burning with a fire you had seen before, earning a look of exasperation from his brother.

“Look, we're only trying to figure out what's going on here. We only want to-” Sam started explaining but the older Winchester wouldn't have any of it.

“So are we.” he growled “But you're bombarding a girl with questions she can barely comprehend while throwing accusations right after we just saved your asses. Anyone would lose their temper and trust me, I ain't in the best mood today. Frankly she doesn't have to answer jack, so we're doing you a favor by giving you any of these info. Be thankful we're letting you go without any trouble, cause otherwise-”

“Otherwise what?” it was Steve's turn to speak back defensively, taking a step forward even if Dean was taller “What will you do?” he asked “I'll tell you. Not much.”

“And you think you will?” Dean raised an eyebrow as Steve didn't say anything but only pursed his lips and shrugged.

“Bring it on, Captain.” the older Winchester said with a dangerous smirk.

“Oh I'm really starting to want you to make me.” he narrowed his eyes.

“Trust me, I sure-” Dean started but the younger Winchester stepped in before they could do anything.

“Alright, no. No! We're taking it too far here, ok?” he pushed his brother back “We're all on the same side here, there is no need for all this.”

“Doesn't seem much like it.” Dean growled “But since you like questions, then why don't you answer one instead.” he looked back at them “How the hell do you know (Y/n)?”

“We don't.” Steve was fast to snap back, beating Natasha at whatever she was ready to say “We don't know her. I told you I was wrong.”

“Well, ain't that convincing.” Dean rolled his eyes, but you took hold of his hand to stop him before he took a dangerous step closer to him “Do you expect me to believe you? Buddy, I've been in heaven and hell, heck even Purgatory, I know how to get the answer out of you. Do you think there's anything that can stop me?”

“I would like to see you try.” Steve said in a calm voice but with a hint of bitterness and pain behind it, as if he'd gone through it before.

Dean was ready to speak, the soft dark laugh that left his lips meaning that it wasn't going to be something nice, but you stepped in before he could say a word “Alright, I think this is enough.” you gave him a look, placing a hand on his chest “Stop it, I'm alright.”

“(Y/n)'s-” Sam, Wilson, started but paused for a moment as if saying your name was hard for him “She's right. You have a wounded child here, that needs to be seen immediately or else it will be very dangerous.”

“Oh I'm- I'm alright. It's for most part healed up.” Jack spoke up tentatively, no longer leaning on Sam for support, a nervous smile on his lips.

“This fast?” Sam's eyebrows rose but a frown, almost suspicious, formed on Natasha's face.

“He's half angel. He can heal faster than normal.” you spoke up, and that was all it took for their eyes to widen in realization. Why, you couldn't understand.

“Angel?” Sam blinked.

“Angels... exist here?” Natasha asked in a barely audible voice and you gave her a nod. That was all she needed to look at Steve, much like Sam, both with wide eyes but in understanding.

The blonde man instantly looked back at you with wide eyes, like the first time he saw you a couple minutes ago, but he soon masked it all by shaking his head. His eyes went cold again and he clenched his jaw before he said a rough “No.”

“But Steve-” Natasha started but he wouldn't listen.

“We're leaving.” he said over his shoulder, turning his back to you to leave. It seemed as if he was only forcing himself to believe this, what you couldn't understand exactly, because he couldn't let his hopes get up only for him to bedisappointed in the end. You could understand that very well, you'd done that many times before.

“Cap” this time Sam also defended her but he wouldn't budge.

“I said now.” he ordered “Or else I'm leaving without.” he added but you could see that he wasn't the kind of guy to leave his team behind, just as he wasn't one to use authority this way. He was hurt, it was evident (at least to you), but as much as you wished you could stop this, you too needed answers.

“No” you said surprisingly firmly, despite how your entire body just seemed to want to shut down “No, you're not leaving. Not before I get answers. You know me, you know things about me that I don't even know, and we both know it. Stop denying it and tell me how. I have the right to know how.” but he wasn't set on listening to you, more like avoiding you

“Steve!” you only managed to catch up with him when at the call of his name he froze in his place. You didn't know if it was something in the way you said it, the way you called out to him, but it did the trick. You stood now only a couple inches away from him and thankfully he, although very slowly and hesitantly as if it pained him, turned to look at you. The moment your eyes locked, though, you couldn't help but feel the words die in your lips and the air get knocked out of your lungs. You gaped at him as for a moment you got a flash of those eyes gazing warmly at you with a morning light cascading over them.

You shook your head, taking a deep breath and speaking more softly “Please, I need you to be honest with me.” you met his eyes again “Do I know you?”

This time he really hesitated, his lips parting but no words came out for a minute before he finally stilled himself and shook his head, uttering a rough “No. No you don't.”

It seemed like he was struggling to say the words, because you both knew they weren't true, and just as he turned to leave again you couldn't help yourself. You instinctively reached out of him, but the second you took hold of his arm you both froze in your place and all words died out in your lips again. This time for good. His head snapped in your direction, the both of you feelings the shivers run down your spine at the skin contact. It was just in time to see your eyes glow a familiar blue that made his heart rate pick up before they fluttered closed and your hold on him loosened significantly. He was fast to react and catch you before your body hit the cold ground.

And as far as you were concerned, the only thing you registered was the sharp headache that made a scream rip through your lips and, before darkness enveloped you, a voice frantically calling out your name. Or was it two?

~*~

The first thing you actually registered was the warm morning light shining through the curtains. You could actually feel the rays of the sun washing over your exposed skin and warming you to the core. An uncharacteristic sense of bliss had set deep within you and you didn't even want to fight the smile off your lips. The image was blurry before you but you couldn't mistake the white new bedsheets, or soft grey and earthy tones of the furniture around you or even more the soft cream color of the skin of a bare chest and arms of a man beside you, a color that stood out even more as it was beautifully bathed in the morning glow. Your fingers danced over the warm cream color, almost in feather-like touches but still enough for you to feel the smoothness and softness of it.

“What are you thinking?” the slightly husky voice and a soft squeeze on your arm caught your attention. As the man's hand trailed up your bare arm, your eyes trailed up his body as well, until in between all the soft cream or pinkish colors you were able to detect blue. And oh it was the most beautiful blue you'd ever seen in your life.

You blinked only a couple times and the view was much more clear this time. Instead of frowning, your smile only got bigger as you brought your hand up to cup his cheek that was free of the smallest hint of a scruff, much less beard. It was indeed him, though, despite the differences and even more the calm and seemingly so young expression on his face. And he was gazing at you in such bliss, despite the hazy eyes, and such love it made your heart burst.

“Oh nothing in specific.” you licked your lips, looking up to meet his eyes and see a playfulness and sparkle of happiness in them that made your heart flutter inside your chest.

“Oh really?” he raised an eyebrow and a giggle escaped your lips. It was so effortless an so genuine, heartfelt and easy going as if everything was simply perfect.

“Well, in fact-” you snuggled closer to his side “I actually had a dream. About you.” you rubbed your thumb over his cheek.

“Dream or vision?” there was a hint of concern in his voice but you reassured him with a small shake of your head.

“Dream. At least I think, I haven't been getting any visions for months now.” you shrugged “Anyway, you wanna know what I saw?”

“What?” he grinned sleepily.

“You with a beard and damn you looked good, Rogers!” you emphasized with a grin.

“I highly doubt that, darling.” he only laughed “A beard wouldn't look anywhere near good on me.”

“Why not? You haven't tried it!” you whined softly “Come on, give it a go. And maybe-” you bit your lip, trailing your hand up to run your fingers through his hair “Let your hair grow too. You could keep it pushed back, no problem with that. I bet it would be so soft, great to run my fingers through to calm you down or to, you know-” you shrugged with a smirk “To pull at when you slam into me, hm?” you offered as innocently as you could, but your words were far from that.

“(Y/n)” he dragged your name, chuckling softly and almost in embarrassment, before burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Just think about it.” you begged softly “Come on, for me? Please?”

“It's not practical and you know it.”

“You say that cause we haven't tried it yet. You knows, maybe you'll just end up liking it... get a kink out of it, who knows?” you bit your lip but squeaked and giggled when his fingers skipped through your sides and he tickled you.

“You're set on it, aren't you?” you could feel the grin against your skin.

“Baby, I just saw you in a beard, looking gorgeous as all hell; pretty rough around the edges and gosh do I love it! Not to mention how bad I'd like to know how that would feel. So nope, I can't forget it any easily and frankly I don't want to, so if I have to I'm gonna hide every razor you have in here to make you grow a beard.”

“Alright, I'll tell you, one day maybe I will consider it. But only when I'm gonna be in dire need of it,and at the moment I'm not.” his tone was very soft and calm, but it still showed you that he had his mind made and wouldn't budge. Not that you always didn't love him sticking up for his opinion, but sometimes it could be frustrating.

“There will come a day, mark my words. And will I eagerly look forward to it.” you said before pulling slightly away to look into his eyes “But until then, I'm definitely going to take advantage of my sweetheart Steve.”

“And what Steve will the other one be? The one with the beard.” he asked with a small smile.

“Hmh” you thought for a moment, before throwing a leg over his waist and pressed your naked body flush against his, making his pupils dilate and his eyes widen but a grin to spread on his lips nonetheless, before you said “He'd be daddy Steve. Definitely daddy Steve.”

You smiled widely when you got a low moan from him and felt his one hand on your hip squeeze tightly as the other ran up your back, before he whispered in a gruff voice “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah” you breathed out, before you closed the remaining space between the two of you – which only was a couple inchesanyway – by leaning down to capture his lips with yours.

However the feeling didn't even record as everything around you got consumed by darkness and his body seemed to slip through your fingers like ashes. You caught yourself laying on your back, unable to see anything and with your eyelids feeling heavy. You didn't know what would happen next, you didn't know what your mind would throw at you after this. This was the first time a dream of yours had a whole conversation play out quite normally, instead of the usual blurry and messy images or words you got here and there, which all just mixed together.

But when you realized you were actually already awake you felt relief wash over you. You didn't know if you could take another mess of dreams, especially now. Not that even that one dream wasn't suspicious and worrying anyway. You took a deep breath in as you heard shuffling from next to you. No matter how heavy your eyelids felt, you forced yourself to open your eyes. There was too much going to just sleep through it.

“Hey” Dean's rough yet gentle voice caught your attention when you first opened your eyes.

“Hey” you said sleepily, blinking several times until you realized you were in your room in the bunker.

“How you feelin'?” he asked as softly as he could and you smiled at his concern and care.

“I think fairly well. Certainly better than before.” and it was true, even though you had already forgotten a good half of the dream, as much as you tried to remember nothing came back and with each passing second you forgot more. It was as if your body was trying to heal a wound that kept reopening in different kind of ways.

You decided to focus back on Dean only to see he was nowhere near happy or pleased “What's up doc? You look worried.”

“Shouldn't I be?” he clenched his jaw “You just passed out, and you were out for some time.” he pursed his lips, as he rested his elbows on his knees and you turned on your side so you could have a better look at him.

“Yes, but I mean-” you shrugged softly “It's not such a big deal. I've faced worse.” you tried to reassure him, your own heart aching to see him so exhausted on that tiny and surely uncomfortable chair.

“No big deal? You're saying this like you've passed out before-” he paused before his eyes hardened and a frown set on his face “You haven't passed out before like this, have you (Y/n)?”

“No, Dean.” you sighed, well it was half the truth at least because there had not been such a strong headache “No I haven't. Now come on, please, stop worrying so much about me.” you let a small sigh, although you could see he wasn't convinced, you got up in a sitting position and patted the space next to you “Come here.”

You didn't even have to try to persuade him, because with a sigh of defeat he got up from his chair and came to sit next to. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you snuggled on his side and rested your head on his shoulder, appreaciating his warmth and the comfort hebrought to you. You looked up at him shift his clenched jaw and sighed heavily.

“It's not your fault, you know, and there isn't really anything you could have done to prevent it.” you whispered softly, his eyes instantly falling on you.

“I know... or at least I try to.” he looked down at your hand as he took them in his “I just feel like there is something I should do but I can't figure it out and I just-” he clicked his tongue on his teeth in disapproval “I keep failing you.”

“Don't say that, please.” you choked on a sob, closing your eyes shut tightly. Here he was, taking the blame for something he had no power of and wanting nothing more than to help you out, and you'd still kept so many secrets about it from him “It's not your fault.” you tried to say as steadily and firmly as you could.

He still shook his head stubbornly “And with them-” he scoffed a laugh before saying in a gruff voice “Him, here and making accusations and questions- They are responsible for things getting so bad and Sam and Jack wanted to- son of a bitch.” he growled, earning a frown from you.

“What about Sam and Jack?”

“They're here.” he said in a rough voice before explaining “Sam and Jack thought it would be a good thing to bring them here, all three of them, in the fucking bunker with us.”

“Wh-what?!” you gasped, your eyes going wide as you pulled away from to look into his eyes.

He turned to look at you, jaw clenched but also another feeling you couldn't quite describe there, maybe more directed at the blue-eyed man though “They said they'd give answers. The woman, uh Natasha, at least said she would. The others weren't much in for it, at least Captain douchebag wasn't.” he grumbled “She wanted the most to be here, to figure out what was going on and Sam and Jack were with her on that.”

“Nat seemed like a really good woman, though.” you said softly with a small smile and he sighed.

“Yeah, I guess.” he rested his head on top of yours “I wouldn't mind that much if it was only her, Sam maybe too. They asked questions but they weren't like-” he stopped for a moment.

You couldn't help but smirk and ask softly “Steve?” noticing the his eyes hardened again “You don't like him, do you?”

“If it was up to me, that Star-spangled asshole wouldn't come anywhere near you ever again.” he pursed his lips “He’s responsible for this, he’s-” he scoffed, shaking his head.

“Yet you let him in here.” you noted, playing with his fingers to calm him down, almost lacing yours with his. You smiled, knowing he did it because he was more concerned about finding a way to help you and he no wonder believed they were the key to it.

“Yes, well, I was outnumbered.” he defended himself and you grinned.

“Uh not really. You were 3 to 3.” you noted and he rolled his eyes but still managed to smile.

“I see you're good enough to outsass me too. Sam, Wilson, was more with Nat's side. It seemed like only Rogers and I didn't wanna be under the same roof. Couldn't avoid it, though.” he leaned in to kiss your forehead and let a sigh of relief “Good, that's good.” he breathed out as you looked up at him with a frown, so he explained “You were burning, before. Your temperature was really high.”

“Was I maybe-” but before you could get the chance to complete your sentence, there was a knock on the door “Yes” you said and it opened to reveal the nephilim with a worried expression on his face “Hey Jack” you breathed out as he stepped in.

“Hello. I just wanted to come and see how you are.” he said with a soft smile and you returned it.

“Alright-” Dean cleared his throat “I'll leave ya two kids alone and go check up on them. Not in the mood for any surprises.” he kissed the top of your head before letting go of you and getting up. He gave a small smile to Jack and a pat on the shoulder, as if to tell him to keep an eye out for you, before he left and closed the door behind you.

“Are you feeling better?” Jack asked gently, taking a seat on the chair closest to your bed.

You smiled, nodding your head “Yeah uh I'm- I'm better now.” you looked down at your hands, nervous for a second before you asked “H-hey Jack, uh do you remember back when you started talking ab-about Captain America and what you'd found out about him?”

“Steve Rogers, yes.” he nodded his head and you tried to swallow over the lump that formed in your throat at the mention of his name.

“Yes uh Steve.” you took a deep breath, looking at him “Do you think you could... tell me more about him now? Everything you've found out? I'd really like that.”

~*~

“So, hunters huh?” it was Sam's, Wilson's, voice that was the first thing you heard as you made your way to the map room “And you grew up into this?”

“Wasn't easy but, yeah, that's our life.” your Sam said calmly, trying to make a normal conversation as much as he could “From vampires, to werewolves and to demons. Pretty much anything that goes bump in the night.”

“And angels?” it was Natasha's voice, an interest in it that you couldn't understand.

“We don't normally hunt those.” you spoke up in a soft voice, finally entering the room, gaining all of their attention “There are many left anyway, but when they stay out of our business we don't go picking up a fight. We only hunt monsters that hurt people, you know, to save as many innocent lives as we can.”

“We?” she raised an eyebrow and you shrugged softly, making her nod her head and look down with a frown “You're a hunter too.” she muttered. Moments like this you really wanted to know what could be going through her head, but you were more interested in other things and people – namely one man – to question her.

“How's your leg?” you asked gently, and she offered you a small albeit sad smile that was barely visible.

“All in place, thanks to Jack. Thank you.” she said and you gave her a nod, chewing nervously on your lower lip. You wanted so bad to just utter the question but you didn't even know how to form the proper words so instead you looked around nervously and despite how subtle you tried to be, she picked up on it, and with a small nod of her head in his direction you were able to spot the blue-eyed man. Much to your dismay he was looking at the books and old weapons you had in the bunker and not paying any attention to you, so you only faced his broad back. Whether he was so taken by everything around him or he did it on purpose so that he wouldn't have to face you, you didn't know, but you knew very well it made your heart ache.

“And-” Sam Wilson cleared his throat when a very heavy silence set in the room and nobody dared utter a word. Dean was all-too-focused on his beer, Sam looked awkward but in deep thought, even Natasha had her eyes casted down and Steve... well, he was more of a statue than human “Does it always involve such paperwork or are you just big literature fans?”

“No uh it does, sometimes.” you decided to speak up, moving to sit between him and Dean “Research is not fun for sure. You can ask Dean all about it, he'll surely tell you about how every bad hunt experience revolves around it.” you glanced at him to see his eyes had not left the drink but a small smirk tugged at his lips, and you welcomed his hand when it took hold of yours while missing how Sam noticed it with a deep frown “Anyway, uhm we didn't gather all this, though. This place was built long long ago, it belongs to a secret organization. It was passed down to us from our ancestors, they also got involved with the supernatural and all. They were the Men of Letters.”

And those three last words were enough to make their interest peak once more. Natasha's head snapped up and her eyes widened and a smile slowly started spreading on her lips as if it was some proof “Men of Letters?” she asked as you nodded with a frown and her head snapped in the soldier's direction “Steve... Steve once met a Man of letters.”

Your eyes instantly fell on him, you noticed his body had gone rigid and you actually held your breath as you waited for him to either speak or turn, and he did both “Once” he walked towards a chair, resting his weight on it as his eyes stayed focused on the ground and his jaw was clenched “It was way back in the days, during World War II. Doesn't mean anything.” he looked up, his eyes meeting yours but they were nowhere near warm or innocent as what you could remember from your dream.

“So that means what Jack found was correct.” Sam breathed out, his eyes going wide as a small laugh left his lips “A man of letters did travel to your universe and he- Wait, then how can you be here if you belong in a different dimension? You're- Traveling between realities is not easy and it would require the grace of an Archangel to-”

“Alright, what's the point of this?” it was Dean that snapped “We said we'd give answers, not chit chat like girlfriends in a freaking slumber party. And so far all I hear is stories of the past that I'm still not willing to believe.”

“What's your problem anyway?” it was Steve that snapped back at him surprising everyone in the room because of how isolated he had previously been “You only demand answers but are nowhere near willing to listen. Do you think playing tough is going to intimidate us into just giving you what you want from us? Each one of us has seen more horror than you can ever imagine.”

“Oh you have no idea how much horror can really be out there, trust me, buddy. Besides, I wouldn't have any problem or trouble getting it out of you.” the moment the older Winchester got up from his seat you jumped as well with wide eyes.

“Dean” you whispered but he was too busy glaring daggers at Steve.

“What do you wanna know so bad anyway? You can see we're just as clueless as you on this!” he motioned to his friends.

“Doesn't seem much like it to me and I got way better things to do.” Dean muttered “And I want to know why the hell did she pass out the freaking second she touched you! That's what I want to know.”

“Dean, enough!” you said louder this time but still calmly, taking hold of his hand again and placing the other on his chest as you stood in front of him “Enough. Please... for me.” he kept his eyes on Steve for only a few more second before they lowered to meet yours and he finally took a step back.

You missed the way Steve's eyes widen or filled with pain but he was fast to cover it up, clearing his throat “We had better things to do, too. Millions of people's lives depend on it, we're not here just for fun. We were on a mission, we shouldn't even be thinking of wasting time.”

“Then there's the freakin' door.” he glared at him one last time before looking away from him.

“Dean” Natasha spoke as calmly as she could “I assure you, we're not here to waste yours or our time for that matter. Because we don't have any to begin with. We're only trying to figure out something that could possibly change our lives, that's all. And-” she sighed softly before looking at Sam “Yes, I know it is hard to travel between realities. But things do become a little easier when you have an Infinity Stone in your hands that can take you wherever you want, the Space Stone.”

“Space stone?” the younger Winchester frowned, looking at you but before he could ask more, Jack came rushing in after the phone call you'd told him to make to and check up with Mary and Castiel.

“They found it, I just talked with Castiel!” he said, gaining your attention “Orangle glowing stone and an old abandoned airport that smells of sulfur. It's demons for sure!”

“Orange glowing stone?” Wilson muttered as they all looked shared a look.

“Is that why were at the station?”

Natasha asked you at the same time Steve breathed out “The soul stone.” and made your eyes widen “We need to go get it, now!”

“Wait- wait you were looking for it too?” Sam blinked, making him pause in his steps.

“Too?” his eyes moved from Sam to you, with an expression you couldn't read this time.

“Wait-” Jack spoke up, a grin slowly spreading on his lips as he couldn't help but say, in excitement and with obviously a lot of optimism, something that only made every hint of relief vanish from Dean's face and a heavy sigh leave his lips and mutter “Damn it.”

“Does that mean we are going to team up?”

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Chapter 3

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agameofsouls · 5 years

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all this and heaven too

pairings: eve x lucifer word count: 1543 warnings: smut, mentions of violence, my entire fucking heart in a lil fic etc.: written for @dusttcdusk

long ago, when he had first laid eyes on her -- bare and pure as a rose -- he had sought to destroy her, to spite his father by putting his stain on his favored creations. at first, it had seemed that he had succeeded; she fell easily for his charms, and fell even easier into his arms. but, with her, he found a pleasure he had never known before.

the softness of her skin and the innocence in her eyes, the warmth of her kiss -- all of it dragged him in, dragged him down, and made him wonder if he was tempting her, or if it had been the other way around. surely she had to know what she did to a creature like him.

he hadn’t known, not at first. not until he was holding her with lips pressed against her throat, teeth nipping her skin. he intended to mark her, so when she went home to her husband, he would know of her sin. he hadn’t known what she would do to him until he had her on the soft ground with his face pressed between her thighs and his hands holding her down by the hips.

he had tasted the forbidden fruit on her lips, but nothing was sweeter than she was on his tongue in this moment, and the sounds she made for him, the way she called his name so softly, nearly pushed him over an edge he never knew existed. it was when he finally thrust into her, gently -- quickly -- that he realized that she was the temptress, the serpent, the sin itself, and he didn’t want to let her go.

it was terror that he felt when he finally came, looking down into her warm honey eyes. terror, and pleasure that sparked inside of him like a raging storm. he hadn’t intended to feel this way about her. he hadn’t intended to want her like this. he was supposed to use her and leave a disaster in his wake, not this.

when the time came, he almost welcomed his father’s curse. at least his anguish and agony broke him free of eve’s hold long enough to regain sight of his mission, his duty. he had become lost in her sweetness, and forgot his purpose, and she was certainly not it. she was not his, and he was not hers, and he would never be.

war raged through the hills and valleys. his minions born of hellfire screamed curses upon his holy siblings as they brought the blistering light of heaven down upon them. this was a war he was not to win, and he knew it. his army fell in droves, ash and smoke rising from their corpses as his father’s soldiers drove their blessed weapons through their hearts.

he didn’t want to surrender. it was weakness, and despite this crushing blow, he was anything but, and he knew it. yet, he knew that he would not be granted a warrior’s death, or even a swift one, so as he was surrounded by his siblings, led by his dearest brother, he threw down his sword, yet refused to fall to his knees.

shackles were placed around his wrists, his neck, his ankles. it was humiliating to be bound like an animal and paraded through crowds of the heavenly host to a cage built specifically for him. this was the most cruel punishment -- it had to be. eternity, locked away in a metal cage hardly large enough to stand in.

as he gripped the bars and was dropped into the unfathomably deepest pit of hell, he thought of eve, his bright shining star. he thought of the way she had begged him to stay with her just weeks, maybe months, before. he couldn’t be certain of how long the battle had gone on. yet when he tried to leave, she had clung to his armor, tried to pull him back into her house, into her bed, but he had refused.

it broke his heart and angered him all at once to see her tears. did she truly doubt him so much as to weep? he pushed her away, almost a little too roughly, and instantly softened as he approached her again with an apology muttered in a whisper, this time to wipe her tears and soothe her. he assured her of his victory, and swore that he would return to her once he had defeated his siblings and his father. he would wear god’s holy crown and return to her a king.

perhaps he should have stayed with her a bit longer. perhaps he should have given her his heir. he wonders if any of it would have made a difference. would staying just a moment, just a day longer have changed his fate? would he be home in her arms now instead of sinking deeper into the darkness? he leans back against the bars and sighs as they burn his skin.

he would have liked to see her belly swollen with his child. he would have liked to hold her and choose a name for the heir of heaven and hell. surely their child would have been the terror of heaven and hell, a monster to rival even god’s first abominations. yes, he really would have liked that.

at least no one but the darkness would know of his weakness now.

her skin wasn’t as soft anymore. these days, it burned under his palms. he could feel her rage like a fire, hardly contained underneath the mask she wore. he knew her too well by now to be fooled by it; they had spent thousands of years orbiting each other. he knew the real monster that lurked behind her eyes, and he desired nothing more than to consume and be consumed by it.

if she but asked, he would burn the earth to nothing but ash for her. he would bring her the heads of the innocent and guilty alike, build her monuments of blood and bone, and tear heaven, hell, and purgatory to nothing but pieces with his bare hands. he loved her. he yearned and ached for her. he screamed for her, plead for her. he would fall to his knees for her. he would live and die by her command if she only gave it.

yet all of this he kept buried. surely she had to know the way he felt. she was always his beginning and end, the one he always sought out first, the one he crawled home to last. he didn’t try to keep his affection for her a secret when he held her and pressed kisses to her temple, her throat, her heart. he didn’t want it to be a secret, didn’t think it needed to be. he would make her his queen, wherever they conquered. side by side, hand in hand. that’s all he wanted.

he had stopped fearing the hold she had on him eons ago and now fully embraced it. he always told himself that they were not meant to be, that she was made for another. god had molded her to fit to adam like a puzzle piece, and god had made him to be a monster and a weapon. against all odds, they had spent the better part of an eternity molding each other to new shapes, ones that fit together as if destiny had written it across the heavens before god had a chance to scratch it out and start fresh.

if this was what love was, he could see the merit in it. he could understand the mortal poets and authors that spent their minuscule lives trying to harness the power of love into tangible words, to force the feeling to into a rhythm and share it as if it would fly from the page and make the reader as dizzy as it made him.

the expression rarely left his lips in the thousands of years that he had thought of eve as his own. it always felt like a sacred word, and one of the things even he wouldn’t dare desecrate. yet, when she was writhing beneath him like this, crying out for him, begging for more, he almost couldn’t help himself. each movement came with the temptation to say it, to let it spill from his lips like an endless prayer, over and over again.

her nails digging into his shoulders almost brought it out of him. her legs wrapped around him and the burning heat of her almost had him screaming it. she was so much all at once, and everything he could ever see himself needing, and when she finally came, he couldn’t help himself. those honey eyes took him back to the moment he first saw her, and words of love spilled from his lips as he came undone within her.

i love you, i love you, i love you. an eternity of adoration, whispered against her throat, her lips, her hair. i love you, i love you, i love you. the promise of a thousand more eternities spoken as he held her face in his hands. i love you, i love you, i love you. perhaps heaven was right here, pressed against him in a tight embrace.

#dusttcdusk #( misc ) lucifer #( eve / lucifer )#idr my ship tag??#( writing )

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ryukogo · 6 years

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I had so much fun with this.

so hEY I LOVED THIS IM HOLLERING

The worst day of Kyle Broflovski’s life started with a phone call.

He could hear his mother talking to someone on the phone, her voice growing more and more urgent as the seconds ticked by. Suddenly, there were sounds of her footsteps on the stairs.

In the bed across the room, Ike began to stir at the noise and so did the three cats on the floor near Kyle’s bed. In the end, everyone in the room was staring at the door wondering what had Sheila in such a fuss.

Kyle turned towards the three of them with a warning gaze and they flinched. He would be lying if he said he didn’t get immense satisfaction from that. After Kyle had regained his memories of everything and he had confronted them, they had come to an agreement. In his opinion and theirs it would be too suspicious if all three of Kyle’s cats were to up and disappear. And so, they had struck a deal. In the company of any human besides Pip or Butters (because they know too, and Kyle is thankful for it because they are the biggest reason he is still sane at this point), he would still play the part of the loving owner and they would still be the loving pets. Once they were alone, thought, all bets were off.

The bedroom door slammed open and there stood Kyle’s mother, eyes filled with worry and concern. Kyle’s stomach filled knots when she spoke to him first.

“Kyle, honey, do you have any idea where Tweek is? I know things have been …..strained between the two of you lately, but his mother says she left him to close up the shop last night by himself and now he’s nowhere to be seen.”

Kyle’s stomach dropped, and he felt like he was going to be sick. Please, please tell him this isn’t what he thought it was. Please, PLEAse, PLEASE.

Without a word to the other occupants in the room, he picked up his phone and pressed his speed dial.

Tweek didn’t answer. In different circumstances, Kyle wouldn’t have assumed the worst, but knowing what he knows, it is best to go ahead and assume. When he got the dial tone saying that Tweek’s phone had been disconnect, he knew something was wrong. Tweek wouldn’t have disconnected the phone himself. Someone else had.

Kyle wanted to scream his rage to the heavens. He wanted to break things. He took several deep breaths as Ike’s hands landed on his shoulders.

When he had calmed himself down, he pressed his speed dial again.

Pip answered immediately, “Kyle, dude, I was sleeping. What do you need?”

Kyle didn’t have time for pleasantries. If Tweek had really gone missing, then they needed to form a plan, NOW. “Have you seen Tweek? He’s missing, Pip.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Kyle watched as the cats in the room all went running out of the window. Sheila and Ike didn’t notice, however, both too focused on Kyle.

On the other side of the phone, Kyle heard rustling and a gasp, “I haven’t Kyle. But, I’m sure he’s alright. He must be. There is no other option.”

By the tone of Pip’s voice, Kyle could tell Pip was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince Kyle.

The sick feeling in Kyle’s stomach only grew worse. He knew in his bones something terrible had happened to his boyfriend (Were they still boyfriends? Kyle didn’t know, and he knew he only had himself to blame).

Kyle needed to take action, “Call Butters. Check on Tweek’s cats. Call the others. We need to start looking for him right now.“

Kyle hung up the phone. He turned towards his mother and said, “We are going to start looking for him.”

He didn’t say anything to his brother as he dashed out of the room with his pajamas still on.

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It didn’t take long for the news that Tweek was missing to spread like wildfire through the town. Kyle’s phone was going off like crazy as made plans to meet up with the others and start their search.

Deep down, Kyle knew the search was futile. But, some part of him was hoping Tweek would show and prove his suspicions wrong.

As they all started forming groups and choosing different directions to go in, Kyle got a text from an unknown number.

You three need to meet with us in that place. Right Now. And make sure no one follows you.

He didn’t notice the curious pairs of eyes watching him as he walked away with Butters and Pip.

It was no secret that there had been massive tension between them and Tweek lately. Tweek had said they were acting strange and it was time to get the bottom of the problem. This would not be another Thomas and Estella situation. They wouldn’t let it be.

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“YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS! YOU PIECES OF SHIT! WE TOLD YOU NOT TO MAKE YOUR DISRESS SO OBVIOUS!” Craig Tucker was in fine form as he screamed his rage and worry at the three of them, for he blamed them for what had happened. There was no one trying to hold him back because they knew it wouldn’t work. Even though he’s dating Stan, he’s still also very much in love with Tweek and doesn’t tolerate any threats towards him whatsoever. Kyle still hated him for being his boyfriend’s boyfriend. Not that Kyle had been a good boyfriend lately. Beside him, Clyde was crying, and Token was trying to comfort him and be strong. The tear tracks on Token’s face spoke volumes about how devastated he was really was, though. Kevin Stoley was next to them, looking more defeated than ever before.

Pip remained stone faced, and Butters started crying again.

Kyle’s buried rage and fury came bursting out. He couldn’t help it. “OH REALLY? IF YOU GUYS HAD JUST TOLD US THE TRUTH IN THE FIRST PLACE NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED. YOU ARE AS MUCH TO BLAME FOR WHAT’S HAPPENED TO HIM AS WE ARE.”

The two boys glared at each other, the hatred between them almost overbearing to the people around them.

Craig’s face grew redder with rage, if that was even possible, and he started to retort, “HE WAS FINE FOR YEARS BEFORE YOU FUCKERS- “

“ENOUGH” Stan Marsh’s voice rang out and it was enough to silence both boys.

Stan was done with them both at the moment and he hissed, “You are not doing Tweek any favors by sitting here and screaming at each other.”

Pip’s voice spoke up and when Kyle turned to face him he looked so haunted that it took Kyle’s breath away, “We should have told him, Kyle. We thought we were doing the right thing and now I’m not so sure. “

Butters laughed bitterly and looked at Kenny who flinched, “We thought we were protecting him from this and yet we just made it worse.”

Kyle came to a grave realization, “We broke his heart more thoroughly than anything those Mephisto asshats could have ever done.” He hated himself even more.

“Enough of your pity party” Craig spoke up once again with Token and Clyde now standing on either side of him with determination in their steely gazes. “He is in grave danger and we are going to go get him.”

The air froze as everyone focused on the three of them.

For the first time since this whole debacle started, Herbert Pocket opened his mouth, “Oh so, now that it is Tweek that is missing, you want to do something and not just sit on our asses, huh?”

Craig whirled on him and gave him one of the nastiest glares Kyle had ever seen, “Do not start with me Herbert.”

“Craig.” Stan warned, ready to intervene should his boyfriend start another confrontation.

Kenny finally spoke up, “But, how? Alphonse has been on his deathbed for years, we have no idea who has been behind the recent targetings. It’s different than when it happened to us all those years ago, it feels more sinister. And we’ve checked on all the places where it happened to us and have found nothing. We have nowhere to start. There are no clues.”

Kyle noticed that Kenny deliberately left out the part about how all they think that the swan and lion that had shown up in South Park a couple of months ago were Thomas and Estella. Despite an extensive search, neither animal had shown up or been spotted since.

Craig’s face was still determined. “We have to do something. This is not going to stop and you all know it.”

Stan sighed and took his boyfriend’s hand, “I am with you all the way, you know that Craig. But, we need some sort of plan. We must make sure none of them are on to us, whoever they are. If they catch wind of this, we could be putting this town and Tweek in more danger than ever before.”

Stan turned towards the rest of the pets, who at this point had said nothing. He stared directly at Wendy, who looked resigned. “None of you have to be involved in this if you do not want to. It’s up to you.”

Kevin and Esther Stoley looked at each other, each having a silent conversation with the other. “We’re in.”

Pocket rubbed his hands over his face, “I’m in as well, Estella is still in danger and neither Tweek nor Thomas deserved this either.”

Wendy opened her mouth to speak, to tell them she was just as tired of this crap as they are, when-

“What a lovely conversation you all are having.” Everyone tensed at this because they all would recognize that voice anywhere. They had all been so engrossed in the moment that they hadn’t heard them creeping up on them.

Nichole.

Immediately, everyone turned toward her voice with chills going up their spines. It was never a pretty sight when Nichole was pissed, and it was obvious she was.

There stood Nichole with Jimmy and the three older goth kids. All of them were pissed.

Bradley gasped and looked shaken.

“So,” Henrietta crossed her arms, “Care to explain to the five of us what the hell is going on here?”

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Outside of the coffee shop, three figures stood. One of with rope and a blindfold, one with chloroform, and one with the muscles of someone who can hold most people down.

Their car had been parked at just the right spot.

Tweek’s parents were out and there was no one else around. It was almost midnight. The security cameras had never worked, Tweek’s parents were too cheap.

They had planned this out perfectly.

They said nothing as they entered the establishment.

When Tweek Tweak heard the door for the entrance to the shop chime, indicating that at least one customer had come in, he sighed. He was so not in the mood for an asshole who decided to come to the shop five minutes before it closed. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and felt like he was to drop any second. He looked at his phone and saw that he had no service. That was odd. Oh well, he just wanted to go to bed and not think about his friends anymore.

Putting the situation with Kyle, Butters, and Pip aside, he plastered a smile on his fact that he hoped looked decent and made a move to turn around from where he had been cleaning the back counters.

But he never got the chance.

Suddenly someone yanked his arms behind his back, someone put a blindfold over his eyes and a cloth to his nose and mouth.

Tweek took one breath and realized with a flash of panic what was on the cloth.

He struggled but to no avail. He was no match for the person holding him down, especially with the state he was in. He could feel the rope beginning to be put around his hands and feet.

The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was this:

“It’s time for you to come home, cat.”

#classo's got mail #not my fic #submission #asktweekncats

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wth-am-i-writing · 7 years

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Title: Promise ~Part 11 Protagonists: N, Ravi, Hyuk (eventually the rest of VIXX too) Warnings: Fantasy, Fighting, N/Ravi, Angst? Word Count: 7446 (out of 65,426) Summary: N couldn’t remember why he was traveling, but he had a feeling it was important. Author’s Note: The final part. I started this fic on 2/1/16, and now just over a year later it’s done and completely posted... With how much this fic tortured me in 2016 I feel like I should have more to say but .~. anyway... I hope you all have enjoyed this piece.

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The soul cradled in N’s hands was warm, it’s glow soft. He could tell by its energy that it was good.

“These souls are set to be reborn soon. Based on their actions in previous lives, they have been selected as possible heroes in the upcoming tribulation,” N’s superior called out. N glanced around at the others; most were looking at the superior, but Leo was fixated on the soul in his hands. It was rare that they got to see souls up close, let alone hold them, so N couldn’t blame Leo. “You are to watch over your assignment until it’s time for their the tests to begin.”

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N crouched down next to the bed, staring at the small infant cradled in his mother’s arms. The child was only a few days old, still so tiny. N had been there for the birth. The labor had been so long that N had worried the mother might die of exhaustion or other complications, but in the end, the child was born safely. A healthy baby boy. The child’s parents had been overwhelmed with joy.

The baby’s breath stopped for a brief moment before he started panting, his breath quickly evening out again. N supposed that this would be his next twenty-something years if everything went according to plan.

-.-.-.-.-.-

N sat on the edge of Ravi’s bed, stroking through the child’s wet bangs. Flushed from fever, Ravi slept, oblivious of the world around him.

“You’ve had quite enough of that fever,” N hummed before leaning down and placing a healing kiss on the child’s forehead. “It’s time it broke.”

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“Eeeeww, don’t touch me!” Hyuk squealed, jerking away from Jiwon.

“Why not?” Jiwon asked, shocked and hurt.

“Because girls have cooties,” Hyuk exclaimed. N snorted to himself; he’d seen countless boys go through similar stages, all equally ridiculous in their implausibility.

“Cooties? What are cooties?” Jiwon asked in bewilderment, brows knit in concern.

“You doofus, Jiwon doesn’t have cooties,” Ravi hissed, tackling Hyuk to the ground. Hyuk flailed, trying to push off Ravi in vain.

“If you don’t like cooties so much, you can have them!” Jiwon chirped, jumping in and shoving her hands in Hyuk’s face. Hyuk screamed and N could barely contain his laughter. Children were the darndest things. He was starting to really see what Leo adored about them.

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“How is Mrs. Joo?” Hyuk asked, looking to the door when Jiwon entered the sitting room. Jiwon smiled at Hyuk tiredly.

“Resting with her healthy baby girl,” Jiwon answered. “Though I didn’t get to do much this time because of how quickly it happened. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone give birth that fast.”

“Is Mom still over there?” Ravi asked, standing up.

“Yeah. She wants me to start dinner. Can you go round up our chickens for the night?” Ravi looked back at Hyuk and the books spread across the coffee table and sighed. They’d borrowed them from Hyuk’s uncle’s library. His eagerness to learn from the magic texts had been obvious in the bounce in his step as they’d carried the books from the library to Hyuk’s home, and N found it incredibly endearing. Ravi had been going through them with such deep concentration all afternoon, but it all dissolved away the moment his sister had entered the room. Ravi was so soft for his sister, so protective, it reminded N of how he and his brothers felt about their charges.

“Yeah, I’ll get the chickens,” Ravi agreed, turning to Jiwon. “We can continue tomorrow, right?” he asked, looking back at Hyuk.

“Yeah, it’s not like the books are going to walk away,” Hyuk said, pushing himself up.

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Sobs wracked Ravi’s shoulders for days after Jiwon was taken. A flower for the underworld, candidate bride of the King of the Underworld, the rest of the village had little hope they’d see her again. There were legends of such a reaping of women in the past, far out of everyone’s mind until Jiwon had been taken. The last tribulation, the last reconciliation, had been centuries ago, of course they’d consider it a legend. But the legend that fell from the local priest’s lips did nothing to soothe Ravi’s regret. N wanted nothing more than to tuck Ravi beneath his wings, to protect him from the cruelty of it all, to return Jiwon. N didn’t want him to be a hero if it meant Ravi had to suffer like this.

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N blinked his eyes open, the presence of nearby demons drawing him from his sleep. He moved to sit up, but strong arms kept him in place.

“Waol,” Ravi said, startling N. His voice was hushed, gruff with sleep.

“You’re awake,” N said. Ravi opened his eyes, meeting N’s gaze.

“Nightmare,” Ravi explained simply. N sighed sympathetically and snuffled into Ravi’s shoulder, holding him tightly. If pattern held, he wouldn’t be able to find the right words, but he could at least provide physical support.

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The ground at the base of the cliff was relatively flat. Pools of shallow water and barren trees dotted the misty landscape. Glowing souls weaved between the trees, reminiscent of fireflies. Whispers filled the air, undecipherable but filled with grief. N shivered, the atmosphere making him nauseous. Ravi stepped forward first, back straight and shoulders stiff.

“The gate to the underworld is located somewhere in here,” Ravi said, voice shaking.

“It could take days to find in this mist,” Hyuk said cautiously.

“I’ll search years if I have to,” Ravi declared, starting to walk. Hyuk followed, quickly going to Ravi’s side. N watched their backs, his stomach knotting painfully. With each step, Ravi was closer to possible death. He balled his hands into fists and forced himself to move forward.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Hours of walking resulted in no sign of the gate or pathway Ravi was looking for. He seemed to wander through the mist as aimlessly as the lost souls. The terrain was mostly featureless, making it hard to find bearings other than the sun, dully visible through the mist. Hyuk forced them to stop occasionally to mark trees in hopes of helping in the event they walked in a circle. They’d yet to encounter one of Hyuk’s marks, but that did nothing to ease N’s discomfort. Ravi pressed forward, and N’s eyes stayed trained to his back.

All at once, a crippling wave of nausea washed over N and his head started throbbing, the unmistakable presence of demon in the air. N dropped to his knees, hand coming to his mouth as he felt himself gag. He forced the vomit back down as he frantically searched the mist for the demon. Ravi and Hyuk hadn’t noticed he’d gone down--they continued walking, Hyuk veering to the left, farther and farther from Ravi with each step. In the distance, far beyond the pair, there was a figure in the mist. They hadn’t seemed to notice it, their steps and posture the same as they’d been since setting foot in the heart of the valley.

N attempted to push himself up--he had to get to Ravi. A ripple of energy ripped through him, and he fell back to his knees, unable to keep the contents of his stomach this time. He wretched until nothing was left in his stomach, dry heaving twice before he was able to regain himself enough to look up. Ravi was knee deep in a pond of water, sinking deeper with each step. Souls swooped in close to him, guiding him into the water. Hyuk was no where near him, and when N turned in search of him, he spotted wings--wings--the demon had wings. N pushed himself to his feet, the action taking every bit of his strength. This wasn’t good. He had to get to Ravi. He stumbled forward desperation taking over him.

“Hakyeon,” a voice, deep and familiar, called out to him from behind. N froze. The demon was no longer in the distance. “It’s good to see you again.” N turned around slowly, coming face to face with the sandy pink-haired demon from Ajol--from his memories--

“I’ll give you a human body so you can walk beside him,” the demon said. “And if he should find himself dying, you will take his place in the underworld. This the best we can offer while maintaining the balance.”

“You’re going to make me fall?” N asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“No--not quite,” the demon said. “I can’t strip you of your position or powers, but you’ll be bound in a human body just like the fallen. Heaven won’t be able to touch you as long as you’re confined in such a fashion.”

“The end result is the same,” N said.

“Oh, it’s much more favorable--If Ravi doesn’t die, then you can stay by his side until your flesh prison dies, even if you truly fall in the meantime.”

“What is the catch?” N asked sharply. The demon grinned, bringing a finger under N’s chin.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?”

“Stop playing games.”

“You don’t?”

“Hongbin,” N growled in warning.

“Our type never does until we’re told. Vanity is something you were taught to avoid, wasn’t it?” The demon cupped N’s cheek, looking at him with hooded eyes.

“Hongbin,” N growled, hand going to the hilt of his knife.

“I see your memories are coming back properly,” Hongbin said, a wide grin spreading across his lips as he brought his black feathered wings to rest comfortably behind him.

“Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a Waol?” Hongbin asked, watching the droves of Waols wandering the battlefield collecting the souls of the dead.

“Probably boring,” N hummed, kneeling down next to an unconscious soldier. He was injured badly and would die before the medics got to him.

“I prefer not to think about it,” Leo said from where he kneeled next to a fallen battle horse. The tribulations were horrible this time. N reached out and ran his hand over the fallen soldier’s wounds, easing the bleeding enough that the medics would get to him in time.

“Why are you here?” N growled, drawing his dagger.

“Administering a test,” Hongbin answered simply, folding his arms across his chest. “Despite our deal, you can’t expect me to let them just walk right into the Underworld.”

“Test,” N mumbled. The meaning clicked in his head and he whipped back around to look at Ravi--the water was up to his chest. He made a run for Ravi, but Hongbin was suddenly in front of him. N skidded to a stop and scrambled backwards as Hongbin stepped towards him.

“I can’t let you interfere yet,” Hongbin said as he lifted his arm, steps quicker than N’s. His fingertips brushed N’s chest and a wave of energy wracked through N’s body.

N jerked back, his knees feeling weak and the breath knocked out of him, but Hongbin pressed forward, hand coming to rest fully on N’s chest. The force of the second energy wave made him feel like he was burning from the inside, the pain so intense it ripped a scream from his throat. The pain converged on his back with white hot searing pain, making him feel like his body would burst. Then Hongbin’s hand was gone. N fell to his hands and knees, trying desperately to push through the pain, to not black out, to breathe. The pain started to subside, but in its wake, and electric thrum coursed through his body.

“Wh-what did you do?” N stuttered.

“Unlocked one of the seals on your powers,” Hongbin explained, wicked grin audible in his voice.

“Why--” N croaked, attempting to push himself up. Hongbin began to circle N, his footsteps crunching in the dirt.

“You looked like a sorry mess,” Hongbin hummed. Grabbing N by the hair, he yanked N into an upright position. “But now things will be more interesting.”

“More--” N broke off as Hongbin flung him into one of the near by pools of water. He crashed through the surface of the water, but when he made contact with the ground, everything was dry. Sitting up, N looked around. Flat, barren land in every direction save for the occasional pool of water. Hongbin was nowhere in sight. The mist filled air had an eerie stillness. N stood, not nearly as nauseous as he’d been earlier, and turned slowly, looking for any sign of where to go.

“Jiwon!” Ravi’s voice echoed through the landscape. N stilled, trying to determine which direction it had come from. “Jiwon, behind you!” From his left, N realized, bolting in that direction. As he ran, he was able to make out several figures in the distance. Ravi surrounded by black shadows, demons like the ones from the maze. The demons were mobbing him, but Ravi was fighting back. N gripped his dagger tighter, raising it to strike as he neared. He stabbed the first demon he reached in the the back, burying the dagger hilt deep until it squealed and stopped moving.

“N, you’re okay,” Ravi called when he realized N was there, relief in his eyes. He moved the demon he was deadlocked with in the way of another, using it as a shield. N pulled his knife from the demon’s back and left it fall to the ground. Two demons lunged at him. N went for the one on his left, aiming for the heart but striking it’s stomach instead. It grabbed his shoulders, clawing in, pinprick burns developing where its claws touched N’s skin. N jerked it into the path of the other demon, stumbling back when it collided into the first. There was a cry and the first demon went limp before both were pulled off N. Ravi tossed the bodies to side, panting as he looked N in the eyes.

“Where is Hyuk?” N asked.

“I don’t know, but they have Jiwon,” Ravi said, voice twinged with panic as he reached out and grabbed N’s hand. He turned, dragging N behind as he ran after two demons. After several meters, he let N’s hand go, and called out “Jiwon!” The smaller of the two demons stopped, turning back to Ravi and pretending to struggle against the other.

“Ravi!” the smaller demon screamed, voice sounding wholly inhuman.

“Jiwon!” Ravi called again. That wasn’t Jiwon, N realized with a sinking feeling. N rushed forward, barely managing to grab Ravi’s wrist. He came to a full stop, the momentum causing Ravi to stumble back into him.

“You have to stop,” N warned. Ravi tried to jerk out of his grip, but N held on tighter.

“What the--” Ravi growl, words cutting short as the larger demon lashed out with a shadow tentacle, it’s form shifting from humanoid to amorphous. Ravi struck down the tentacle, but three more replaced it. N released Ravi to strike down one of the tentacles and Ravi went for a second, but the third wrapped around N’s leg. N went down, knocking Ravi down with him, as the tentacle started to retract. As soon as Ravi regained his sense of orientation, he rolled off N and cut the tentacle off.

“Ravi!” the smaller demon called out. Ravi snapped his attention to the demons just as another tentacle wrapped around his neck, jerking him back. N scrambled up, reaching behind Ravi and grabbing the tentacle despite the burn. He cut the end off quickly before stumbling back and slashing at another incoming tentacle. Ravi gasped for breath, hand going to his throat as he turned to face the demons. He shoulders shook and he straightened. Bringing his other hand to the blade, he charged forward. N lunged after him. He managed to grab Ravi’s right arm and jerk him back.

“What the hell are you doing?” Ravi growled, trying to shake N off. “I have to get to Jiwon!”

“That’s not Jiwon, you have to stop!” N cried out, putting all his weight in strength into holding Ravi back.

“Are you blind!” Ravi growled, lashing out as the larger demon attacked again.

“Ravi!” N called, stumbling back, dagger raised to strike, but Ravi didn’t heed him. He ran in front of Ravi, striking down another tentacle before spinning on his heels, glaring at Ravi. “You have to stop.”

“Get out of my way.”

“Listen to me!” N shouted.

“Are you blind?” Ravi yelled back.

“That isn’t Jiwon. They wouldn’t make it this easy,” N warned stepping towards Ravi. Ravi stepped back, stance turning defensive.

“How would you--” Ravi cut off, something clicking in his expression. “Get out of the way.”

“They’ll kill you.”

“That thing’ll kill Jiwon! And it’s getting away!” Ravi yelled, sidestepping to go around N. N followed, stepping in close to Ravi, hands coming to Ravi’s chest. “Move.”

“Listen to me!”

“You’re one of them!” Ravi hissed, shoving N back. N stumbled back, mouth falling open in shock.

One of them.

Ravi sidestepped again, charging at the larger demon. It attacked; the sound of chopped off tentacles dropping to the ground drew N back from his stupor. Ravi was walking into a death trap. N swallowed and ran after Ravi.

“Ravi!” the smaller demon screamed. N raised his hand to grab Ravi’s shoulder, but Ravi spun around, thrusting his sword in N’s direction. N stilled, his dagger slipping from his grip, pain blossoming in his stomach. He dropped his gaze to Ravi’s sword impaled in his stomach. When he looked back up, Ravi’s eyes were wide, filled with guilt and regret. N swallowed. This was the length Ravi would go to for Jiwon. He brought his hands to the blade, numb to the pain of it cutting into his palms and fingers. He stepped back, wrenching the blade from Ravi’s grip.

He pulled the blade from his stomach, spinning it so he could take it by the hilt. This would be the length he’d go for Ravi. He shoved past Ravi, throwing all of his energy into charging at the demons. The smaller demon attacked, an energy wave that N barely registered. A shadow tentacle came from his left and he struck it down. As he reached striking distance of the smaller demon, he was jerked back.

“Stop,” Ravi growled, trying to drag him backwards. N lashed out, knocking Ravi in the face with his elbow. He sprinted forward as soon as he was free. Another weak blast from the smaller demon, a tentacle aimed at his legs. N jumped, lifting the sword and stabbing the smaller demon through the heart. Before it screamed, there was a burning, searing pain on his neck, in his throat.

N dropped the sword, his entire body going weak. He fell to his knees, reaching up to touch the fresh cut on his throat. A piercing scream rang through the air. He slumped forward, unable able to stay upright any longer, and he wondered vaguely if this was how he’d die.

“Fuck,” Ravi hissed, pulling him upright and kneeling down in front of N. “Fuck.” He brought his hand to N’s neck, putting pressure on the wound. “I’m sorry, I should have listened--Fuck, fuck.” He lowered N down, hands scrambling at the small pouch at his waist as soon as N was horizontal.

He pulled a potion bottle from the pouch and poured it’s contents on N’s neck wound, hands visibly shaking. N hissed, the potion burning. Ravi moved down, pushing N’s shirt up to get a better look at the stab wound. He poured the rest of the potion on to the stab wound. N hissed again, but the pain of his injuries faded fast.

“I should have trusted you,” Ravi apologized as he moved to N’s hand, lifting it to observe the damage. He stilled, jaw softening as he ran his thumb over N’s palm, his touch causing no pain. “You’re already healing,” he mumbled in disbelief. This was what Hongbin had meant by releasing some of his power. N forced a swallow, the action painful but possible.

“Good,” N breathed. “I’m not ready to die.”

“I almost killed you,” Ravi said, looking away. N brought his hand to his throat. There was nothing left of the wound but a shallow cut. How much was the potion and how much was his natural ability to heal, he didn’t know, but he was grateful. He was in this kind of situation too often to complete his goals otherwise. He relaxed, closing his eyes, feeling absolutely drained.

“Demons can change their appearance,” N whispered. “You couldn’t know.” The words were more a comfort to himself than to Ravi. Ravi was just confused like any human would be in that situation. It made it easier to swallow the accusation that he was just like the other demons.

“I should have,” Ravi snapped.

“But you didn’t.” N’s words hung heavily between them. Ravi sucked in a deep breath, and N opened his eyes to look at him.

“I should have trusted you.”

Yes. He should have. N closed his eyes with a sigh. But this was Ravi, and deep down, N had expected exactly that response in a test like this. Maybe he would have figured it out before it was too late, but his chance of dying was high. This was why he’d made the deal with Hongbin.

“We need to find Hyuk,” N rasped out, unable to go on with that line of conversation.

“Hyuk can handle himself. You need to rest right now,” Ravi protested.

“What makes you think they aren’t doing the same thing to him?” N asked, opening his eyes and frowning. Ravi frowned back, hands clenched over his knees. “I’ll heal,” N said as he pushed up. “And Hyuk has most of the medical supplies anyway.” Ravi sighed before giving a reluctant nod and getting to his feet. He held his hand out to to N and helped him up. N wobbled, legs still feeling weak. Ravi tightened his grip on N’s hand, lips pressed in a tight line, guilt heavy in his eyes.

“Do you need help walking?” Ravi asked after moment. N swallowed, debating the offer before nodding with a sigh.

“Just for a bit.” Ravi moved to N’s side, placing N’s arm over his shoulder.

-.-.-.-.-.-

They walked aimlessly through the barren terrain looking for any sign of Hyuk. N wasn’t sure how long they walked, but the wound on his stomach stopped hurting and his energy was starting to return, an electric thrum that coursed through his body. Ravi halted, looking off to the right.

“Do you see that?” Ravi asked. N craned his neck to look. There was a figure in the distance.

“Hyuk?”

“I think so,” Ravi said, starting to walk in that direction. N stumbled at the sudden movement, and Ravi paused, leaning back to catch him. “Sorry, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” N said, straightening. “I think I can walk on my own--go ahead.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, go. I’ll catch up,” N insisted, letting go of Ravi’s shoulder. Ravi nodded, stepping away, hand lingering for a moment before he turned away, pace brisk. N followed, much slower but steps steady. As he got closer, the figure in the distance became clearer--by the height and breadth of it’s shoulders, it was definitely Hyuk. Ravi stilled a few feet away from Hyuk, unmoving until N reached his side.

Hyuk stood over the dead body of a demon, sword in hand and tears welling in his eyes. Ravi called to him softly, but Hyuk didn’t move or acknowledge them. Hesitantly, Ravi reached out and brushed Hyuk’s shoulder with his fingers. Hyuk startled, jerking away and swinging his sword around. Ravi raised his hands in a placating gesture.

“What did you see?” N asked softly. Hyuk’s eyes went to N and he softened. He sheathed his blade and lifted a hand to wipe the tears from his eyes.

“My mom,” Hyuk answered after a moment. N swallowed, dropping his gaze to the ground. As far as N remembered, she’d been alive when they’d left, so the shock of seeing her must have been strong. The shock of realizing it wasn’t actually his mother must have been even worse. Ravi stepped forward, tentatively putting a hand on Hyuk’s shoulder.

“I saw Jiwon,” Ravi said sympathetically. Hyuk nodded, stepped back, away from Ravi’s touch.

“At least we know that Jiwon’s probably okay,” Hyuk sighed. “I barely thought of my parents when we left but…” Hyuk rubbed his hands over his face, turning away. “What if something happened to them?” Ravi looked at the ground, shifting uneasily. N clenched his fists, stepping forward.

“I think the nature of their attack would have be different if something had happened to them,” N said. Hyuk turned to look at him. N stepped forward, cautiously reaching out to touch Hyuk’s arm in comfort. “I’m sure she’s fine. Why send demons when they could set a trap with the actual souls? They’re trying to mess with our heads.” Hyuk swallowed.

“Right,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. He looked around before turning back to Ravi and N. “What now? There’s nothing out here.” N shifted nervously, turning to look around himself. “It looks like we’re not even in the valley anymore, but I didn’t even realize it until I was fighting.” N spotted a pool of water in the distance.

“We haven’t left the valley,” N said. “The demons just split us up and sent us to another area. The demon that got me threw me into one of the pools of water before I had a chance to kill it. That’s how I got here.”

“Pool of water?” Ravi asked, turning to look at the pool of water in the distance. “Do you think that one could get us out of here too?”

“It’s worth a try,” N said. Hyuk moved first, Ravi following quickly after, and N more sedately. Hyuk knelt down next to the pool of water and swiped his hand across the surface.

“It seems like normal water,” Ravi said, hands on his hips as he stared down at the pool.

“Any volunteers to jump in first?” Hyuk asked, standing back up.

“I’ll go,” N volunteered, stepping up to the edge of the pool.

“Are you sure?” Ravi asked. His fingers brushed the back of N’s hand.

“Yeah,” N nodded. He took a deep breath to brace himself and stepped forward. The water seeped into his shoes unpleasantly, and he resisted making a face as he continued forward.

“It’s deeper than it looks,” Hyuk commented when N was waist deep in the water. N turned to look back at them.

“If I don’t come back up, follow me,” N instructed. Looking as if he wanted to say something, Ravi shifted forward. He started to open his mouth but snapped it shut and swallowed.

“Hearing you say that is scary,” Hyuk supplied for Ravi. “But if you don’t come back then that should mean it worked? Hopefully we all come out in the same place.”

“And if it doesn’t work?” Ravi asked.

“Then we figure something else out,” N replied matter of factly. He softened his knees, submerging his torso under the water. Before dunking his head under the water, he gave the others a reassuring smile and took a deep breath. Folding his legs underneath him, he sat at the bottom of the pool for a moment. Nothing seemed to change, so when his lungs began to burn, N stood up. He gasped for breath, hands quickly coming up to wipe the water away from his eyes.

When N opened his eyes, the rock shore line was empty. He waded out of the water, looking around to take in his new surroundings. He was in a large cavern--a cathedral--the ceiling so high as to be unreachable without wings. Cracks in the ceiling allowed light to pour in and illuminate the cave. There was an opening in the cathedral wall ahead of him, torches on both sides. The body of water he’d surfaced from was part of a large, slow moving river. He could see the other bank, but he doubted it could be easily reached by swimming. The far bank narrowed into a pathway that looked like it led upwards and out of the cavern system.

N swallowed. The pathway to the Gates of Hell. He hadn’t ever been there before--at least not in his recollectable memory, possibly not even in a past incarnation--but the stories of it were starting to come back to him. Waol ferried souls across the river to the gate to rest, and in return the gatekeeper released souls to be reborn. A balance. A contract between Heaven and the Underworld. A cycle of death and rebirth. N swallowed again. This would be the hardest test. Jiwon wasn’t dead, but an exchange would still need to be worked out.

Two splashes drew N from his thoughts.

“It really worked,” Ravi said in awe, looking around.

“You made it safely,” N said, coming to the edge of the water.

“I could have done without the wet clothes,” Hyuk complained as he waded to shore.

“Where are we?” Ravi asked, trudging out after Hyuk.

“Underground?” Hyuk suggested as he looked around. “Maybe this is the path to the gate we’ve been looking for?”

“I get that feeling too,” N agreed, turning to the opening in the cave wall.

“So the only thing we can do is to move forward,” Ravi said, coming to N’s side. He turned to N. “Are you okay?” N nodded, glancing at Ravi.

“Yeah,” N answered dryly.

“Then we should move,” Ravi directed. N nodded and stepped forward.

-.-.-.-.-.-

They followed the path from the cathedral, guided by torches on the cave walls. The path narrowed and curved, the temperature dropping with each step. N shivered, his wet clothing increasingly uncomfortable.

The path ended in another grand cathedral, smaller than the one with the river, but no less intimidating. Torches lined the walls and freestanding torches created a path deeper into the cathedral. A large stage took up the rear of the cathedral, a line cutting the ground just in front of it, veiled by a barrier that gleamed almost imperceptibly in the torch light--the threshold of the underworld. A gold altar sat in the middle the stage. Behind it the gate to the underworld crackled with energy--a large gold ring, raised above the alter. Ravi let out a small gasp at the sight, his footsteps quickening and Hyuk speeding up to keeping up. N followed sedately, his insides in turmoil. This was the real test.

As they neared the threshold, Hongbin appeared in front of the altar, black wings spread to full breadth. Ravi stilled a few feet from the the threshold, Hyuk a few steps behind him. N stood several meters back, to the side, eyes sharp as he eyed Hongbin suspiciously. Hongbin looked out over them, expression serious, lingering just a moment longer on N as if to say don’t interfere. Hongbin’s gaze snapped back to Ravi and Hyuk.

“Humans,” Hongbin said. Ravi tensed. “Have you come all this way to throw yourselves into hell?”

“I came to get my sister back!” Ravi called. Hongbin broke into a smile, wings coming to rest behind him.

“Your sister?” the demon asked. “Which sister would that be?”

“Don’t play fool with me! Jiwon! She was taken as a candidate for the wife of the King of the Underworld!” Ravi called angrily.

“Jiwon?” Hongbin hummed, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his finger on his chin in an exaggerated show of thought. He really did enjoy messing with humans. “Jiwon… You mean this Jiwon?” He waved a hand and a shadow bubbled up from the ground. It parted into the form of a cage, Jiwon inside--the real Jiwon.

“Jiwon!” Ravi yelled. Her attention snapped up and she scrambled to the cage bars, gripping them until her knuckles turned white.

“Ravi!” she called back, expression awash in shock. “What are you doing here? Oh god, don’t don’t tell me you died--” He stepped forward, but hesitated and glanced at N, eyes questioning. N nodded.

“She’s real,” he said quietly. Ravi nodded back, turning forward and puffing out his chest.

“I’m fine,” Ravi assured. “I came to get you out of here.”

“Came to get me out?” Jiwon yelled as if she thought it was a stupid idea. Hongbin tsked, waving a hand, and the front of the cage closed off.

“I’m sorry, but dead or alive, once you’ve passed the threshold of the underworld, you can’t just leave whenever you want,” Hongbin said, shifting his weight to one leg, affecting a bored expression. “There are rules, conditions that must be met.”

“Conditions?” Ravi asked, taking another step forward. “What conditions have to be met?” Hongbin’s smirk returned.

“Jiwon means a lot to my master, so he won’t give her up so easily,” Hongbin said.

“I will fight him, every demon in the Underworld if it means getting Jiwon out of here,” Ravi growled. N’s stomach swooped. The demon howled, crumpling forward and hitting his hand on his thighs. Black feathers drifted to the ground as his wings shook with the force of his laughter. After a few minutes, Hongbin straightened, stifling down his laughter as he wiped a tear from his eye.

“Little human, that won’t be necessary,” Hongbin said, amusement clear in his voice. “You wouldn’t be able to defeat this lowly gatekeeper, let alone the King of the Underworld.” Ravi growled in anger, hand going to the hilt of his sword. “I propose a deal instead.” N’s chest tightened and he balled his hands into fists.

“A deal?” Ravi asked, posture straightening slightly. “With a demon? How can I trust you? It was you demons that kidnapped Jiwon. You’ve been playing mind games since I entered the valley.”

“I can assure you, this is the only way to guarantee your sister’s safe return,” the demon hummed, hand coming to his hip. “But if you aren’t interested…” He moved to wave his hand.

“Wait!” Ravi yelled. “What kind of deal do you propose?” The demon stilled. He turned his gaze to Ravi, a shark like smile spreading across his lips.

“Ravi, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Hyuk objected, putting his hand on Ravi’s shoulder. Ravi shrugged it off, taking another step closer to the threshold.

“I want to hear his offer,” Ravi said, tone hard. Hyuk looked back at N, brows knit in concern, obviously wanting N to back him up. N focused his gaze on Hongbin, fists clenched so tight his arms were shaking.

“We’ll return your sister to you, but in return you’ll have to give something up that’s of equal value,” the demon said, expression serious.

“Anything,” Ravi said firmly. Every muscle in N tensed, his stomach dropped.

“Anything?” Hongbin parroted, eyebrows raised.

“Ravi,” Hyuk tried to warn again, but Ravi shrugged him off again.

“I’ll do anything, give up anything to get her out of here,” Ravi clarified. This was the length he’d go to save his dearest little sister.

“Anything?” Hongbin parroted again, straightening and spreading his wings. “You can’t take those words back.”

“I won’t,” Ravi asserted, his conviction solid. The demon smiled and waved his hand. The shadow cage dropped Jiwon across the threshold and Ravi rushed forward to pull her into an embrace. N watched, jaw set and gaze sharp, pushing down the storm of emotions roiling inside. Ravi sobbed, squeezing Jiwon tight. They murmured to themselves, and N forced himself to watch the reunion, tried to etch the image of Ravi’s pure happiness and relief into his memories. He could feel the shadows swirling around his feet, could feel them snaking up his ankles.

“A deal is a deal,” Hongbin said, and Ravi tensed. He pushed Jiwon away slightly and looked up at the demon. The shadows surged and N let it engulf him without a fight--a deal was a deal.

“I’m ready,” Ravi’s voice rang clearly through darkness.

“I’ve taken what I need,” Hongbin said, and N was hurled up as the shadows parted to form a cage. Tendrils formed shackles around his wrists and ankles, forcing him to remain still.

“You--” Ravi broke off in shock. He was standing at the threshold, Hyuk holding Jiwon protectively a few paces behind him. The expression on Ravi’s face was broken--an expression N had hoped he’d never have to see on Ravi’s face again after Jiwon had been taken.

“You said anything,” Hongbin reminded Ravi. Horror overtook Ravi’s features as he realized how foolish the words had been. He started to tremble, tears welling in his eyes. The demon grinned, wicked and toothy. N looked away but the demon reached into the cage and grabbed N by the chin, forcing their eyes to meet, touch burning. “And this fulfills my end of our deal, doesn’t it?” N grit his teeth and refused to meet Hongbin’s gaze. The demon roughly jerked N’s face closer, the shadow cage caving way to its master, and leaned in until their lips were almost brushing. “Doesn’t it?”

“It does,” N growled, lashing out with what energy he could muster. Hongbin cackled, barely flinching at the attack.

“What are you talking about?” Ravi asked, tone a mix of confusion and anger and a myriad of other emotions N couldn’t pick out. N forcefully turned his head to look in Ravi’s direction.

“I’m sorry--” was all he managed before the demon yanked his head by the hair and tossed him into the darkness.

“He fell to save you. You should feel honored--” was the last thing he heard before the silence of the darkness overtook everything.

-.-.-.-.-.-

“We don’t have any real power,” Hongbin murmured, body shaking. “As long as we play by the rules, we’ll never be able to change the grand scheme of things.” He slammed a fist into the pool of blood surrounding him. “I can’t keep doing this, Hakyeon. I can’t keep pretending I’m actually making a difference in these humans’ fates.”

-.-.-.-.-.-

When N awoke he was on a cold floor. He groaned, shifting and pushing himself up. The dark energy in the room made it hard for him to find purchase, but he forced himself up.

“You are very determined, little angel,” a voice rang through the air, smooth and chilled. “I quite like it.” It’s tone dipped low with desire. N snapped his head in the direction of the voice, only to reel in dizziness at the sudden movement. “I don’t think Heaven quite deserves a servant like you.”

When his vision focused, the weight of his current situation crashed down on him. He lay at the foot of a throne, before the feet of the King of the Underworld. He was a perfect mirror of God, bleached blond to mark his opposite nature. He sat comfortably reclined in his throne, legs crossed, hair slicked back, and dressed in a pressed suit.

“Ken,” N breathed out, a mix of trepidation and awe.

“Ken?” the King of the Underworld said, tone amused. “Did you hear what he called me Hongbin?”

“I did, my lord,” Hongbin said, somewhere behind N.

“Ken,” the King laughed. “He has gall.” The King sat forward so he was closer in level to N, and N flinched back. “You’re just as cute as Hongbin said you’d be. But that doesn’t excuse your need to address me properly. From now on, I’m your king, your god.” N swallowed, trying his best to hold the King’s icy gaze.

“My--lord,” N corrected meekly. The King smiled, his eyes crinkling.

“Good boy,” the King purred. “Now, let’s get you out of that nasty little shell, hm?” The King reached out and bopped N on the nose. An inferno lit inside N’s body, the pain a hundred times worse than the pain of Hongbin releasing one seal of his power earlier. Clawing into the rock beneath him, N screamed. He felt as if he was dying, and perhaps that’s exactly what it was--the death of his flesh shell. The pain converged on his back, building tight and painful, feeling as if it would explode. And explode it did, ripping his back open, the energy venting until N was left with a comfortable electric thrum coursing through his body.

“Huh, I’d thought they’d be completely black by now,” Hongbin said from somewhere off to the side. N pushed up, only to be caught off balance by a new weight on his back. He jerked his head to the left, his breath leaving his body when he caught site of wings. Broad white wings mottled with black. He dropped his gaze back to his hands--the earthly pallor was gone, replaced with an ethereal glow.

“Jiwon may have been a pawn in the game, but she’d become quite dear to me during her time here,” the King said, pulling N’s attention back up to him. He was pouting. “I’ll miss her, though, I suppose you’ll be occupying my time for the moment.” N swallowed and forced himself up into a kneeling position.

“What are you planning to do with me--my lord?” N asked.

“Finish what you started,” the King answered dully. “You can’t return to your post in Heaven, and even if I sent you back to them, you’d just return to me as a Waol. And you’re too pretty to become an amorphous blob.”

“So you’ll make me fall,” N said.

“You’re already as good as fallen by your own actions,” the Kings said tone turning amused. He reached out and grabbed N by the chin. He sat back, tugging N up with him so their faces were mere centimeters apart. “Tell me, how sweet was the forbidden fruit? Was it worth dying your wings black?”

“I have no regrets.” Ravi was alive. He’d survived the hardest tests. N could say it with absolute confidence.

“Fucking is fun, right?” the King asked, breath hot on N’s lips, voice laced with lust. N made a noise in the back of his throat. “A beautiful and pure child, tripped by lust for what you can’t have, fallen at my feet and vulnerable. I think that lust will be an appropriate fate for you.”

The King leaned forward, lips capturing N’s. All the warmth disappeared from N’s body, a new energy lighting deep within his chest, burning cold. When the King pulled away, N was overwhelmed with hunger, carnal and raw. The energy in his chest dimmed with the loss of the King’s lips, leaving him too cold. N chased after him on instinct, locking their lips together in a deeper kiss, leaching energy from the King, warming his chest, sating his hunger ever so slightly. The King kissed back, and the amount of energy flowing into N increased. N pressed closer, clung to it, craved more. He was so hungry.

“Oh, Hakyeon,” the King moaned, breaking the kiss. The warmth in N’s chest started to recede, and he was so hungry he felt dizzy. “You’re gorgeous like this. Blond really suits you.”

“Not Hakyeon,” N panted, trying to orient himself.

“Oh?” the King cooed. His finger brushed over N’s lips. “Then what do you wish to be called?”

“N.”

“The name that human gave you?” the King hummed. “It does create a nice distance from your past.” He pushed his finger past N’s lips, and N latched onto it, suckled it without thought, hoping for hunger sating energy. “Alright, N.” The finger provided no energy, so N let it go easily when the King pulled his hand away.

“What have you done to me?” N asked, looking up and meeting the King’s gaze. The King smiled, mischievous in a way that made N’s empty stomach swoop.

“I’ve made you an Incubus. A slave to the desire of fleshly pleasure.” N swallowed, dropping his gaze to his hands. Hunger for pleasure, for physical contact-- “Hongbin.”

“Yes, my lord?” Hongbin said from N’s left. N jerked around to look at him.

“Give him a proper feeding before he loses his mind. He’ll burn through what little energy he has quickly,” the King directed. A saccharine smile spread across Hongbin’s lips.

“My pleasure, my lord,” Hongbin agreed, stepping forward and grabbing N’s arm with bruising force. The King snorted. Hongbin pulled N up to stand, directing him to a door opposite the throne. N dug his feet into the ground and turned to look back at the King, refusing to move.

“I want to see him,” N demanded. “Ravi.” The King hummed, resting his head on his hand.

“Not until you’ve learned to manage your hunger. Otherwise you’ll accidently kill him and mope about it.”

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