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The other Bronze – Pt.5

As usual my thanks go out to @samkerrworshipper and @valewosomtb for the support and every other person who find a little joy in this series ❤️

Lucy wrangled you into the backseat of her holy Cupra while Ona easily slip into the driver seat. The blonde manoeuvred the Car safely through traffic and they arrived Camp Nuo shortly after leaving the house. Normally Lucy and Ona would walk the short distance but with state you were in that would be an impossible task.

“Come on Bubs... we're here... time to head to Alexia” Lucy said smiling trying to get your attention as you continued to be engrossed with the fidget toy.

Lucy nudged you lightly and you looked at her “Huh?”

“I have to go into work...you'll stay with Alexia, okay?” your sister explained for the second (third?) time

“Can't I stay with you... I'll be good, I promise” you say with big pleading eyes

“Not today Bubs... tomorrow okay... you will have fun with Ale” Lucy said softly as she coaxed your high ass out of the car.

She took your hand to steady you once again as she led you into the building leaving Ona with two kit bags and your “Survival Kit” as Lucy dubbed it. Once inside Lucy made a beeline for the gym knowing Alexia always came in early so she could drop you off at Gym care. She pushed the door open with her foot not trusting you to not fall over once she let go of your arm.

“Alexia... your day kid is here” she announced grinning while you looked around stunned like you've never saw a gym before

“What an earth happened?” Alexia exclaimed taking in your slightly swaying form “I saw her three hours ago – she was fine!”

“Yeah well...” Lucy rubbed the back of her neck embarrassed “... I may or may not have overdosed her painkillers... now she's high as a kite and doesn't really know what’s going on”

“You WHAT?” there it was – Captain Alexia appeared once again

“It was an accident because I misinterpreted the dosage...” your sister defended herself

“Woah” you exclaimed in awe as your eyes land on the Barca captain “You're pretty”

There was a short silence before Lucy bursted out laughing and Alexia looked confused at you. You stumbled towards her stopping just in time to not crash into her as she steadied you and you got really close to her face

“So pretty” you mumbled out “Why are you so pretty.. you have like... insanely brown eyes”

“Ehrm... thank you?” the Spaniard said bewildered by your actions “We've... met before?”

“Don't even bother... she'll won't remember anyway” Lucy was still laughing finding extreme joy in your high state at this point “Just... go with it... oh... and you remembered how I said to let her do weights if she wants... please don't let her”

“Lucy!! Vamos!” Keira yelled down the hallway in passing which caused you to turn around quickly nearly falling over if it wasn't for Alexias hand yanking on your shirt successfully pulling you back against her before letting you go again.

“Keira!” you shouted out happy trying to follow

“Nope...” Lucy said quickly stopping you as she stood in front of you “She called me, not you... you stay with Alexia... be good for her, okay Bubs?”

“You owe me Bronze... you owe me BIG time” Alexia grumbled at Lucy while your sister already was on the way out of the gym “Don't tell Mapí about this.. she'll find a reason to get out of training and land her annoying ass right here in the gym... I don't need a second child in here”

“I might be irresponsible sometimes, but I'm not that irresponsible... I wouldn't do that to you” Lucy held her pinkie up in a promise as she slipped through the door leaving you behind

“Okay Cariño... looks like it's just the two of...” Alexia turned around again just to find you gone “I swear I will get grey hair because of her...” she continue to mumble as she looked for you.

You were inspecting some of the stuff standing around.

You were about to touch a promising looking red button as you heard Alexia behind you

“Don't touch that” the Captain said strict as she softly pulled you away from the treadmill

“Did someone ever tell you that you have pretty eyes?” you slurred as the blonde sat you down on a bench in the corner of the gym.

“I've been told” Alexia mumbled wrecking her brain what she could you to keep you occupied while she did her rehab

“Do you have a partner, pretty spaniard?” you looked at her curious with glassy eyes

“Yes” Alexia answered shortly still trying to find entertainment for you

“What's his name?” you continued to question

“Her name is Olga” the blonde answered distracted

“Olga... lucky bitch” you said nonchalantly before trying to stand up again

“Sit” Alexia said strictly and raised an eyebrow at you

“Should I bark too?” you looked at her confused “I can roll over... I can do that really good” you nodded your head quickly

“Just... please stay seated” the blonde massaged her temples. This was going to be a long LONG rehab session. Right on cue the door opened again and one of Barcas physios – Valeria entered the room.

“Oh... we have company today?” the dark haired woman said surprised

“Are you Olga?” you looked up with glassy eyes at the new person in the room

“No... my name is Valeria and you are?” she smiled politely

“A guaranteed headache” Alexia mumbled before smiling at the physio “This is y/n … she's... a teammates relative” she introduced you not knowing how comfortable you or Lucy were in letting people know your relationship. She knew Lucy was a very private person so she kept it as casual as possible.

“Okay... should we get started?” the physio smiled as she set up some stuff for Alexia to work with

“Yep... I'm ready” you exclaimed happily as finally someone understood your need to move – which you thought you did but in reality you were still sitting in the same spot Alexia parked you in

“You just sit there and let the drugs wear off” the Captain said as she started to stretch

“Drugs?” the dark haired woman asked alarmed

“She sprained her wrist and her relative read the dosage of the painkillers wrong and gave her more than she should have – result is this 16 year old delirious girl” Alexia answered knowing that Drugs were an absolute no-go in club policy and that Valeria would have to report it if she had the suspicion of drug abuse by players.

“Jesus Maria... I wondered why she looked so... spaced out” Valeria chuckled

“Yeah... and I offered to babysit while she was still sober and got a stoned kid delivered to look...” the captain began to say as she saw you in the mirror crawling towards the leg press “DON'T touch that” she interrupted herself as you whipped your head around caught

“It looks interesting... you look boring” you said sheepishly

“30 minutes ago I was pretty” Alexia mumbled which caused the physio to laugh quietly

“Pretty spaniard?” you mumbled confused

“Yes?” Alexia answered distracted as she did her next exercise

“When are we done with training?” you whined

“Cariño... we just started” Alexia said concentrated “Maybe Valeria has a tennis ball for you or something” the blonde looked at her physio pleadingly

“I've got a stress ball?” Valeria offered the player the said item

“Look Cariño.. a stress ball just for you” the blonde smiled sweat starting to form on her forehead

“Uuuuhhh... stress ball” you exclaimed happily as you stumbled over towards the Barca captain

“Careful!!!” the blonde warned you starting a new exercise

You suddenly got distracted with your short attention span as you noticed the physio – again. You approached her cautiously. Alexia watched you ready to step in when needed or Valeria got uncomfortable.

“Who are you again, not-Olga?” you asked carefully

“Valeria... I'm a physiotherapist here with Barcelona” the dark haired woman answered warily.

You hummed approvingly before taking another cautious step towards the dark haired woman.

“Cariño” Alexia warned still not leaving you out of her sight

You stood now far too close to the physiotherapist – at least for her liking. She took a small step back as you lifted your hand slowly before you poked her cheek

“You look so soft” you mumbled mesmerized as you continued to poke her cheek softly

Valeria looked at you surprised but didn't stop your actions. Alexia groaned loudly being embarrassed by your antics.

“Thank you, y/n... that's a very nice thing of you to say” the physio chuckled now seeing that you really don't mean any harm and just being totally spaced out

“So many pretty soft woman... and I'm stuck with my sister” you sighed theatrical which caused both women to laugh.

“Do you want the stress ball, Cariño?” Alexia asked changing the topic before you could name your sister and destroyed her plan of keeping your relationship to one of the players a secret.

“Can I have pizza?” you asked hopefully grinning like a maniac at the blonde

“Lo siento – no pizza Cariño... but if you like I can make some paella at the weekend” Alexia tried to offer you a compromise

“Low silence?” you questioned gotten hung up on the spanish phrase not even listening to what the captain had offered you

“Lo siento...” Alexia repeated slowly as she took a water break “It means “I'm sorry” or just “Sorry” in spanish”

“You guys are weird” you shrugged your shoulders before you let yourself plopp down on the ground not without Alexia jumping forward grabbing your injured arm holding it so you wouldn't use it to support you. You shrieked frightened looking with big eyes up at the blonde.

“It's okay... I just don't want that you hurt yourself further Cariño” Alexia explained softly as she slowly let go of your arm since you now where seated on the ground.

“I don't think we'll get done more, Alexia... why don't we stop for today and you go for your massage” the physiotherapist now interrupted your interaction.

“Yeah, I think that's a good idea” Alexia sighed out looking at your half closed eyes while you had problems staying up right. She started to pack her bag before turning around looking at you. She crouched down in front of you softly stroking your cheek

“Come on Cariño … we're done for today. I'll just get my knee massaged and then we can go see your sister again, okay?” she spoke softly not wanting to startle you

“Can I get ice cream while you get your knee fixed? There's a REALLY good place on Wilmslow Road... it's called Moonlight... they have cookie dough and ice cream and oh my heavens their crepes are to die for... sooooo good” you smiled widely and Alexia would swear on her mothers live that you started to drool.

“You can go with your sister later, Cariño.... now we need to get going to my massage session” Alexia smiled softly at your confused state as she helped you up and guided you out of the gym towards the relaxing massage room

“I don't like it here” you slurred as you saw several massage beds “Looks like a hospital”

“Not a hospital Cariño....” the blonde spaniard chuckled “... just a simple massage room... hola Camilo – Cómo estás?” Alexia smiled at the dirty blonde man who smiled right back at her.

“Estoy bien, gracias” he smiled as he gestured towards the recliner

“Are you Olga?” you asked from behind Alexia trying to look over the midfielders shoulder which doesn't really work since you were about a head smaller than her

“Shush” the blonde silenced you started to get embarrassed immediately again “Quiet”

“Huh? Quién es?” the man asked as he spied around Alexia who decided to pull you next to her

“Y/n...” she answered as you looked at her confused

“Yes?” you said thinking she talked to you instead of introducing you to the other physio.

“Not you, Cariño.... Camilo asked your name...” Alexia explained as she sat down on one of the beds ready for her knee massage “Sit down Cariño...”

You flopped down next to Alexia on the ground as she looked down on you

“There are enough free beds and you choose the ground?” she raised an eyebrow at you

“They're reserved... there towels on them” you blinked rapidly

“They're not... just sit down on one of them” Alexia reassured you softly and you pushed yourself into a standing position again before basically falling face first on the bed next to Alexia.

The spaniard looked baffled but let you be hoping she could enjoy her massage without you interrupting her relax time. Camilo just started to massage Alexias knee as she heard light snoring from the bed next to her

“Seriously?” the blonde asked in disbelieve as she looked over to you

Your injured wrist was hanging off the bed your face turned away from her and you were dead to the world

“Cariño... despertar” Alexia whispered softly as she stroke slowly over your cheek trying to wake you up.

You grunted and turned your head away which caused the blonde to chuckle as she didn't give up switching to scratching the back of your neck.

“Come on, Cariño... it's time to wake up and deliver you back to your sister” she cooed at you

“Lucy?” you mumbled SLOWLY waking up – still very much very high

“Yeah... training is over, she's waiting in the locker room for you... let's get going, hm?” Alexia smiled slightly still scratching the back of your neck lightly

“Five more minutes” you mumbled sleepily as you pressed your nose further into the towel covered massage bed

“No come on... you can sleep at home...” Alexia got a little more persistent switching to slightly nudge your shoulder

You whined pathetically and tried to get away from her which caused you to nearly fall off if it wasn't for Alexia to pull you back by your shirt

“Aye dios mio” the blonde rolled her eyes pulling you up in a sitting position “I feel the nap have made it worse”

You grinned widely and swayed a little bit from left to right. The Barca captain pulled you further up until you were “standing” and held you securely by your hips

“Let's get you back to your sister... you actually showed me I don't want to have kids for at least another five years” Alexia mumbled pushing you forward carefully out of the room and down the hallway towards the locker room. She grabbed around you to open the door without letting go of your waist.

“Bronze” she yelled inside and immediately several heads shot up towards the voice of their captain.

“She's still in the shower” Ona said as she stood up walking over to you and took your swaying form Alexia leading you over to sit you down in front of Lucys cubicle “Just stay here, Bebita... Lucy will be back very soon” she said softly patting your head

“Mhm” you hummed smiling with a stoned look on your face

“What's wrong with her?” you could hear Mapí whispered and you turned your head and waved at her

“Hi colorbook spaniard” you grinned dopily

Half the locker room started laughing while Mapí looked a little hurt and confused. Keira studied your face before turning to the tattooed spaniard

“Don't take it personal... I'm pretty sure she doesn't even know where she is... Lucy overdosed her pain meds and now she's very VERY high” the english woman said

“Keira” you suddenly bursted out happily trying to stand up so you could get to her

“Stay down, Bitsy... I'll be over shortly, okay?” Keira said as she started to put some shoes on

“I have shoes too... see” you smiled holding up your hand

“Very nice shoes, Bitsy... they look good on you” Keira – of course – picked up on your state and just went with it.

“Thank you... I got them at the place on Cheetham Hill.... I love that shop... Lucy took me there a lot... and she always got me something too, you know... back in the day when she still cared about me” you started to ramble getting sad at the end

“She still cares about you, Bitsy... what makes you think otherwise?” Keira looked a little shocked at your “confession”

“Naah... she has her own life now....” you waved Keira off “... and a new girlfriend... did you know that? She's spanish”

“These topic changes giving me whip-lash” Keira mumbled before answering you “Yes Bitsy... I know... she's very nice too... and she's sitting right next to you”

You turned to your side – the wrong side – looking at Aitana and after a short moment “Damn... my sister has game... you pretty”

You could hear Keiras hand connect with her forehead as Mapí fell of the bench laughing

“Wrong side Bitsy... other side” Keira said desperately

“Oh... my bad” you mumbled and turned to Ona “... you? I met you before... why didn't you tell me you the new girl?”

“I'm... sorry?” Ona said knowing it has no worth trying to convince you that you already knew since Lucy officially introduced the two of you – telling you “This is Ona.. my girlfriend”

“Why would you date my sister?” you squinted your eyes sizing her up

“Oh now it gets good” Mapí grinned excited “Choose your answer wisely Batlle – she's out for blood”

Even Keira couldn't help it and started to grin – even if she tried to hide it.

“Ehrm...” Ona started taken aback but you already lost interest in her answer looking at her expectantly

“Do you speak French?” you asked her – changing topic again

“Why would she speak French? You don't speak French, Bubs” Lucy interrupted your “conversation” with her girlfriend drying her hair with a towel

“Elle a l'air d'être bonne avec sa bouche” you answered in nearly perfect French shrugging your shoulders.

“Jesus Christ...” your sister exclaimed shocked about what you just said “... why would you say something like this?”

“What did she say?” Mapí asked interested

“I said..” you stared but Lucy silenced you by putting her hand over your mouth

“NO!” she exclaimed horrified “Don't repeat it... please”

“Let her talk, Luce” Ona said not knowing what Lucy made a fuss about

“It's embarrassing...” your sister tried to warn her girlfriend before letting you go

“I said... what did I say??” you started but then lost your train of thoughts looking up at Luce for help.

“Nothing important” Lucy said quickly sitting down next to you changing into her sweatpants

“Buzzkill” Keira grinned from opposite you two

“Believe me... it wasn't something I want to hear my baby sister say ever again” your sister groaned turning towards you “And since WHEN do you speak French? Or is it just your mushed up brain that speaks French?”

“Jérôme taught me” you said grinning getting distracted by a piece of pre-wrap.

“Uh... is Jérôme your boyfriend?” Patri asked grinning

“Don't have a boyfriend... have a girlfriend” you mumbled totally engrossed with the piece of wrap

“I knew that” Mapí exclaimed victorious

“A girlfriend hm Bitsy...” Keira hummed smiling slightly “... you do take after your sister after all”

“My girlfriend is pretty” you mumbled distracted

“So is mine” Lucy defended herself

“You dating pretty spaniard??” you looked at her shocked

“Of course I do... I introduced you” your sister said desperately

“Before you get into a fight, Lucia” Alexia interrupted you both as your head whipped towards her voice

“Hi pretty spaniard... you are so pretty... you could do better than my sister” you slurred grinning widely

Lucy noticed you called Alexia “pretty spaniard” and became big eyes concluding you thought she was dating her captain totally forgetting you called her that when she herself delivered you. There was a stunned silence in the locker room before all of the players bursted out laughing – including Ona, Alexia and Keira.

“I... don't even know what to say” Lucy said giving up on having a half normal conversation with you shaking her head

“I still don't know who Jérôme is” Patri said after she stopped laughing whiping tears from her eyes.

“Yeah Bubs... who's Jérôme?" Lucy jumped on the wagon grinning

“Jérôme Reisacher” you shrugged your shoulders now “choosing” Aitana as your victim studying her very closely “You're flawless...” you mumbled after a few seconds

Aitana looked a little uncomfortable but smiled politely “Thank you”

“Jérôme Reisacher is a Coach at Bayern Munich” Mapí said confused her phone in her hand

“How do you know a Bayern Munich Coach?” your sister asked you just as confused as Mapí

“Visited Georgia...” you said and a soft smile came over your face.

Lucy accepted your answer shrugging her shoulders. It wasn't something unusual for her that you go around visiting her Lioness teammates. Millie Bright, Mary Earps, Alessia Russo, Ella Toone the list goes on for miles – you grew up with a lot of them and had a pretty good relationship to nearly all of them. So she didn't think anything about it when you said you visited Georgia in Munich – she put it down as never been to the city and wanted to visit. So she completely missed how your face changed into a loving smile. Unsurprisingly it DIDN'T go unnoticed by Keira.

“Georgia, hm?” she asked you grinning widely her eyes shining mischievously

“Mhm...” you nodded smiling

Now Alexia caught on so did Ona and Ingrid – the only one who still hasn't have a clue was your own sister

“Georgia is a good soul, Kei... I rather have her hang out with G than with Tooney” Lucy defended her little protégé.

“Oh I have no objection with them hanging out...” Keira grinned at Lucys obliviousness

“Then what was that “Georgia hm”??” Lucy asked imitating her ex-girlfriend

“You simply can't be that dense, Lucy Bronze” the english woman said bluntly

“What do you me...” your sister started as it suddenly hit her like a brick her face changing to a surprised face

“There we go... NOW the light is on and someone just came home” Keira said rolling her eyes

“GEORGIA??? GEORGIA STANWAY IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND????” Lucy yelled at you shocked

“Ssssshhhh....” you tried to silence her panicking “Stop yelling... Lucy might hear you and then I'm dead... and G too”

“I... I... I... I...” your sister stuttered not knowing how to process this information “When... how... how did this start?”

“You can't tell Lucy.. promise” you looked at your sister not realizing you looked at your sister

“I promise” Lucy said quickly trying to get as much information out of your stoned brain

“Started last year just before the Euros... I mean... nothing happened but.. it kinda started there – if you understand” you answered honestly “Lucy didn't had a lot of time – I mean I understand, since she's like the oldest person ever play at such a high level... she needs to train a LOT... but I was there too, you know” you started to tell your sister everything “... so I started to spend more time with Ella, Less and Georgia... we had a lot of fun... I started to feel different around G tho... never acted on it... Lucy would kill me if she knew G and I are dating... after they won the Euros, they got drunk... all of them... REALLY drunk... I talked to Mills about it.. she said to just go for it... so I did... went over and kissed her... G.. not Millie... that would have been weird... that's how it started... but please... PLEASE don't tell Luce... she would really freak and we thought we wait with telling her... we thought about calling our first born Tough... she won't kill us if we name our first born after her...”

You just spilled everything without even realizing it. Lucy was shocked – and in a way hurt. You repeated so often not to tell her because she would kill the both of them that in a way it hurt her a lot. The locker room was dead quiet. No one dared to say anything or breath too loud waiting for Lucys reaction to your confession

“You could always talk to your sister, you know” Lucy said carefully trying to keep you under the impression to talk to a stranger so you wouldn't panic

“I don't know if I could... I'm going to visit her soon but she's busy... she plays for a big club now and they play a lot of games and she has no time... don't want to distract her or be a burden” you mumbled getting sad thinking about it

“Dios mio... that turned sad quickly” Mapí whispered seeing your sad face

“She'll always make time for you” Lucy tried to reassure you

“I don't think so... she didn't show up for my birthday, you know... that really hurt... she said her flight got cancelled but it still fucking hurt” you started to sniffle

“I'm sorry... I'm really fucking sorry, Bubs” Lucy mumbled into your hair after she pulled you into a hug

“But that was also a good thing, you know” you mumbled against her shoulder

“Oh yeah? Why?” your sister asked interested

“Now she doesn't know about my tongue piercing I got from Tooney and Less... and partly Mearps... did you know you can get a LOT of things when you're friends with Mary Earps” you grinned and your happy stoned self was back

“You have a WHAT??!!” Lucy exclaimed “I'm going to kill all of them”

After your short run down depression road which made everyone in the locker room sad your newest confession made them laugh out loudly again

“See it positive Bronzey...” Mapí laughed patting Lucys shoulder “... at least her girl can't get her pregnant”

“It's not like we didn't try” you grinned loopy “...THAT was a good night”

“Ooooh goooood” Lucy groaned horrified “Please stop talking”

“It was” you defended not knowing what the problem was

“Stop talking... Lucy might hear you” your sister pleaded with you

“Uh... UH... yeah... that wouldn't be good” you said quickly looking around.

Mapí couldn't stop laughing having an absolute field day – not even Ingrids and Alexias glares could stop her

“I love stoned Baby Bronze...” the tattooed spaniard declared “We need to keep her on that level”

“Absolutely not” Lucy growled “And we're leaving right NOW”

“Can the flawless spaniard come too?” you asked hopefully pointing at Aitana

“Why would she want to come with us?” your sister asked you confused

“I don't know...” you shrugged while Aitana shook her head scared

“She needs to go to her home...” Lucy tried to reason with you “We take Ona home”

“Who's Ona again?” you looked around the locker room until your eyes fell on Keira “Oh... hi Kei” you smiled widely

“Ona... my girlfriend” Lucy stressed pointing at Ona who didn't know what to do at this point

“Hi Bitsy” Keira waved back at you smiling finding it extremely funny how you kept Lucy on her toes without even realising it.

You followed Lucys desperate pointing looking at Ona “Hey.... we met before, right?”

“Okay... now it's getting ridiculous..” your sister huffed out pulling you up and into her side “We're going home now and you'll sleep your high off... I don't want to know what else you spill at this stage”

You waved to everyone as your sister pulled you out of the locker room hoping Ona would just follow

“Bye pretty spaniard... hola flawless spaniard... bye colorbook” you yelled before the door closed behind you successfully separating you from the rest of the team.

Lucy manoeuvred you towards her car as you stopped dead in your tracks “THAT's your car?”

“Yes... it's nice innit?” your sister grinned

“Can I drive?” you asked hopefully

“Maybe tomorrow... you're tired” Lucy opened her car before throwing her keys to Ona signalling her she has to drive.

“Oh yeah... I forgot I'm tired... sorry Luce” you mumble slumping against her more

“No problem Bubs... I've got you” she smile proud at herself that her plan worked while she helped you into the backseat “You okay on your own or do you want me to sit in the back with you?”

“With me” you mumbled nearly asleep

“Okay....” your sister said softly before closing your door and walking around the car to get in the other side.

By the time she entered the car you were already sleeping which made her smile.

“That was quick” she grinned

“She's hurting Lucy” Ona said quietly

“I don't think so... the painkillers are still very much in her system” Lucy said quietly as she carefully took your good hand

“Not physically... emotionally” the blonde answered “As much fun as she is in her state... she doesn't have a filter – which means earlier she told you that she's hurting... that you're hurting her”

“I'll talk to her about it, I promise... It hurts me too that she thinks she can't trust me with things... or that I didn't even noticed how she distanced herself from me because I was so in my zone about winning the Euros... we need to talk about it... when she cleared up a little more” your sister said and Ona noticed that it really bothered her girlfriend

“It's not your fault” the spaniard tried before she got interrupted

“Of course it's my fault... I should have been more attentive... I should have noticed” your sister said bitterly

“No... I mean yes... but also no... yes, you should have been more attentive but you were focused – she could also have said something... if not at the Euros because she didn't want to distract you then after... but she also choose to run away from the confrontation – so no... it's not just your fault” Ona said calm. The rest of the drive was quiet as Lucy was caught up in her own thoughts, you snoring lightly your head resting against the window again and Ona driving.

#woso image #lucy bronze x reader #barca femeni #ona batlle x reader #keira walsh x reader #mapi leon x reader #ingrid engen x reader #lucy bronze #alexia putellas x reader

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niningtori · 2 months

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see me | chapter four: together (final)

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after another failed relationship, you're ready to accept your fate as hopeless. choi beomgyu has other plans, though. or, beomgyu s your best friend's little brother and he's tired of you treating him like a kid.

genre: romance, angst, angst with a happy ending, best friend's brother au

word count: 3.4k (whoa)

notes: hi friends! happy easter to all who celebrate!! sorry this took me a bit to get out. i just love this story and this beomgyu so much i didn't want to rush it. i hope you're all satisfied with how this ends. see end of work for more notes :)

you're so out of it jia can't fucking take it anymore.

"hello? come back to earth, please," she says, waving her hand in front of your face. "are you ever gonna tell me what the fuck happened with doyoon?"

it's been a few days since your return from the beach. suffice it to say, one painfully awkward drive was spent with you trying not to openly stare at beomgyu and him focusing intently on the scenery outside.

you're actually a little surprised by her question. you genuinely haven't thought about your conversation with doyoon since you had it — you've simply been too preoccupied by the revelation that beomgyu has feelings for you.

"nothing much, really. he apologized to me and asked to get a drink sometime."

"what the fuck?! what did you say?!"

"i said no," you reply simply. she's quiet for a moment before her face contorts into a deep frown.

"why do i get the feeling that that's not what's bothering you so much?"

"because it's not," you admit with a sigh.

"then what is it? you've been weird ever since we got back."

you're torn for a while. how do you explain to your best friend that her kid brother is in love with you? or says he is, at least.

"... it's about beomgyu. he—"

"oh, so he finally told you, huh?" she interrupts with a knowing look and you're absolutely flabbergasted.

"t-told me what?" you try feigning ignorance. maybe she's got it wrong?

"that he's been in love with you ever since he first saw you."

"how the fuck did you know that?!" you ask incredulously.

"you're my best friend and he's my brother. i know you two too well," she shrugs.

"so you knew this whole time and didn't tell me?"

"well, to be honest, it was painfully obvious, but i didn't wanna embarrass either of you and it's, frankly, none of my business."

"i... wasn't he just drunk? i don't believe it…” you trail off.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, he can't really mean it. he doesn't know what he wants. he's just a kid and—"

"i'm going to stop you right there," she says sternly. "you may be oblivious, but don't you dare dismiss his feelings to make yourself feel comfortable. his feelings are real and he doesn't deserve to have you completely disregard them just because you can't face them." you flinch at her harshness.

"b-but he's never even hinted at it!"

"never even hinted at it, my ass. that boy was all over you," she snorts. "did you really not notice anything this past week?" your eyebrows knit in confusion as you think back to all of the times the boy (man?) had interacted with you. suddenly, the unassuming touches and glances beomgyu shared with you hit you at a mile a minute. oh god, he was flirting? he was, wasn't he? and you just ruffled his hair and called him cute.

but you're not done denying, denying, denying.

"i just don't understand. how could he like me when he's always with somebody new?"

"has it ever occurred to you that that's because he wants you to see him as a man and not the child you're so convinced he is?" you fall silent at this. no, it has never occurred to you, but now that she's said it, the puzzle pieces are starting to fit together in the most gut wrenching way.

"so he's been fucking around for years because he wants to prove something to me?"

"more or less, yeah." your head is spinning at this. so his feelings are sincere?

"i... i don't know what to say."

"i figured you wouldn't," she hums.

"what do i do?" you ask with a newfound sense of panic. this is real. beomgyu actually love, loves you.

"well, what do you want to do? it all depends on how you feel about him."

"to be honest, i've never seen him as anything other than a brother," you sigh.

"and what about now?"

"i... i don't know. i'm just confused," you whine, digging your face into your hands and slightly tugging on your hair. when you think of the kiss you two shared, your heart skips a beat and butterflies arise in your stomach. well, that's new.

"honestly, i'll consider that progress. it's better than being brother-zoned."

"jia!" you exclaim exasperatedly. "you're not helping. the boy i've thought of as a literal brother is in love with me and i've unknowingly treated him like shit for years."

"yes, but i know and he knows that you didn’t mean it. look, even if you don't like him at all, don't you think he deserves a proper rejection at the very least?"

"you're right," you relent. "you’re always right.”

“well, i know,” she muses. “but before you decide anything, i want you to think about who’s been by your side all these years. when you didn’t have anyone else, who could you count on?”

“i —” you begin.

“don’t answer yet. just think about it.” and think about it, you do.

the more time you’re left to think about what happened with him, the more confused you feel. beomgyu isn’t a child anymore, that much is clear, but does that mean you can undo the near decade of thinking of him as one? he’s handsome, sure, and that kiss nearly knocked you off of your feet, but can you really see him as a partner? as a man?

you’re not really sure. plus, what would happen if it didn’t work out? the choi’s are like family to you. they’re more of a family than your actual family ever was or ever will be. is it really worth gambling such an important piece of your heart for something that could easily end in heartbreak? but then, it’s broken, either way. can you really face the choi family again when you know beomgyu is in love with you and has been for such a long time? no, you can’t. not in good conscience. you’ve, intentionally or not, ignored beomgyu’s feelings for years now and you can’t ask him to bottle them back up for your own comfort.

you decide it's best to just talk to him.

beomgyu doesn’t think that this is a good idea at all, actually. but his friends told him that rotting in his bed and crying like he has been for the past few days is even worse. when they put it like that, it didn't seem right to refuse their suggestion to have a double date with yeonjun. even still, he told them he wasn't ready to see someone new, but they said he was never seeing you in the first place. that sure shut him up. either way, it would be casual and yeonjun just needs a friend for his date's friend.

his "date" is nice enough, but she seems to have not gotten the memo that he's here as a wingman and not much else. she's trying to draw his attention by not-so-discreetly placing her hand on his thigh. gross. he genuinely thought about pretending to have a stomachache to cut the date short, but yeonjun had the bright idea of inviting the girls over after dinner. so now, as he sits on the couch of his and yeonjun’s shared apartment, he prays for god to intervene and end his suffering.

a knock on the door pulls him out of his thoughts. please, god, let it be the maintenance man telling them they have to evacuate because of a gas leak. he almost jumps out of his seat to get to the door first, but yeonjun is closer and he says he’ll get it. fuck. before he can catch a glimpse of the mystery person at the door, his date speaks again.

“gyu?” the girl asks tentatively.

“mmm?” he says, turning back around to face her.

“do you like me?” she says while, once again, putting her hand on his thigh. alright. enough is enough. usually, he would tell her to beat it and leave it at that, but ever since you told him he doesn’t treat girls the nicest, he’s decided he’ll try to be better. he takes her hand from his lap into his and opts to just be truthful.

“to be honest, i —”

“beomie?”

oh, he’d recognize that voice anywhere, even in his sleep. his head whips around almost comically fast and he unintentionally yanks his hand from his date's as he stands straight up.

“w-what are you doing here?” he asks, incredibly flustered.

you should say something, but your eyes can’t help but linger where his hand was joined with the hand of the very lovely girl sitting beside him, even after he’s pulled away. oh my god. you’re interrupting, aren’t you? he’s moved on, but you’re standing there like an idiot. you need to say something.

“i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to intrude,” you choke out. you don’t know why, but you feel like you’re about to cry. you feel so embarrassed. why did you even for a second think that this would play out any differently?

“everybody out,” beomgyu says firmly.

“what?” his date asks, genuinely in shock.

“i said, everybody else needs to get out of here. right now. besides you,” he says while gesturing to your pitiful frame.

“gyu, i live here,” yeonjun argues.

“out,” beomgyu repeats. yeonjun lifts his hands in surrender and leads the bewildered girls out of the apartment.

now it's just you and beomgyu.

after the door shuts, the silence is as unbearable as it is palpable. beomgyu is staring at you with the same intensity as he was the night he confessed to you. you feel so vulnerable — so seen — you honestly kind of wish you had just snuck out with everyone else.

“beomie, i’m so, so sorry. i didn’t mean to ruin your date. i can go, i just —”

“do you know what i've noticed about you?” he quietly interrupts. you’re so taken aback, you’re stunned into silence. he sighs before he continues. “the way you say things are okay when someone fucks you over. it’s okay to be mad at me, you know?”

“beomie, i’m not mad!” you insist. “you’re single, after all. i’m the one who —”

“i’m single, but i still told you i loved you a few days ago. why wouldn’t you be hurt?” once again, you’re left speechless at his maturity. when did he become more mature than you? or was he always this way, and you just never noticed?

“or is it that you just don’t care enough about me to be upset?” he's the one who looks small now and you worry you have the power to break him. he deserves an honest answer, so you think about how you felt when you saw his hand intertwined with that girl’s and your heart feels a nasty pang.

“i… i am upset,” you pause and process that ugly feeling. “really upset, actually. but not angry.”

“i’m sorry,” he says, not without conviction. “yeonjun needed a date for his date’s friend, and i planned on rejecting her, but i’m really sorry i hurt you.”

“... it’s alright,” you say carefully. “i understand. and i still think you don’t owe me anything, beomie.”

“but i want to owe you,” he says quietly.

“what do you mean?” you can’t help but ask.

“i want to owe you. i want to make it up to you, and i want you to make it up to me.” you think you understand what he means. he wants you to make it up to him for not seeing him as he truly is all these years, but you just can’t understand his thinking.

“why?” you ask softly.

“why would you ask when you already know why?” he answers quietly with a sad smile. because he loves you.

“but why? why do you like me? you could have anyone. i’m wishy washy, i’m insecure. i’m just a mess, beomie. and i don’t want you to waste your time with me.” you hate the way your voice shakes. you wish, for once in your life, that you could be brave enough to say what you need to say without hesitating. you feel as small as a child, and in front of beomgyu of all people. but the dynamic you’ve always thought you had is becoming more and more twisted as you realize you’ve been very, very wrong about him, and maybe about yourself, too. beomgyu is not some kid. his feelings are not so easily written off, and that becomes even clearer when he says his next words in a haste.

“don’t talk about yourself like that,” he says sharply, and his seriousness immediately derails your train of thought. “i’m not looking for anybody else. i… i don’t want anybody else. and i would never, ever feel like my time is wasted with you. every moment i spend with you is important to me.” you don’t mean for your eyes to get hot. truly, you don’t, but the boy’s words are so kind you’re unable to control yourself.

“you really love me?” you ask at the risk of seeming annoying. you just have to be sure.

“i do,” he says patiently. “i always have.” he isn’t sure what to make of you asking this. he has no hope now, but if it makes you feel better to hear him say he loves you a million times over, so be it. you’ve been hurt enough all your life, from your parents to your partners, if he’s able to comfort you even just a little bit, even if it’s never reciprocated, it’s enough for him. so he continues.

“i’m… i’ve always thought about how to say this, so i’m sorry if it’s just too much for you. if it is, then just stop me, okay?” you can’t help but nod. “i just have to say that, to me, you are the most beautiful person in the world. i’ve wanted to tell you that since i was 14. i know you’re sad and i know you’ve been hurt before, and i wish i could take it all away. i’ve always wished i could take it all away. i know you think you deserve everything that’s happened to you so far, but i want you to know that that's not true, and it kills me that you’ve ever felt that way. i love everything you say you hate about yourself, because you’re you. i know you want to change, and i want you to know that i see how hard you’re trying. those flaws that make you a mess, or however you put it, only make me love you more because i can see how hard you’ve worked to get where you are. and if you don’t love me, even if you never do, that’s… it's okay. i just want you to be happy. and if i can be selfish, i want to be the one who helps you get there.”

you don’t try to stifle your tears anymore. they are now flowing freely and your breath is heavy in your throat. he understands you. he sees you for everything that you are and were, and everything that you’re trying to be. has anyone ever made you feel this safe before? has anyone ever made you feel this loved and understood?

you think back to what jia asked. when you didn’t have anyone else, who could you count on? if you didn’t trust any man in the world, you could trust beomgyu. that’s just how it is. you realize, even from the first night you met him, you’ve always been relying on him, in a way. why else would you feel so comfortable telling him about your anxieties mere hours after you spoke to him for the first time?

things were one way then, but they could be different now. beomgyu loves you in a way that previously seemed inconceivable to you. what did you do to deserve this boy — this man? not a fucking thing, in your opinion, but now that you know how he really feels, is it possible to accept anything less than the love he is now presenting to you? maybe he’ll wake up one day and regret everything he’s said up until now, but you’re far too selfish to give up the heart he’s begging for you to take as your own.

you don’t know why, but you fling yourself into his arms, reminiscent of how you did all those years ago when he was just a teenage boy and you were just a heartbroken girl. he holds you like he did before, with an overwhelming sense of patience and security. he traces his hands lovingly up and down your back.

“okay. okay, i want to try. i can’t promise that i’ll be perfect, i can’t even promise to be good, but i’ll try, okay? you’re so, so good, beomie. and i'm sorry for not realizing it sooner.”

he pulls away from your embrace and your cheeks feel hot when you catch his heated gaze. he looks down at you and if his look wasn’t enough, his next words certainly are:

“can i kiss you?”

“yes, beomie,” you whisper.

"call me gyu," he says hoarsely. you gulp and pray he doesn't hear it.

he softly, reverently, pushes your stray hairs behind your ears and you realize he’s done so many times before. mainly when you were sad, but this time is… different. when his lips lock with yours, you're stunned into oblivion. there's so much fire behind it, but still, there’s a gentleness you’ve never known. as if he’s afraid of breaking you, he holds you like you’re a precious gem. usually, kisses are take take take from you, but he gives you so much love and care you feel like you’re floating. is this what love is supposed to feel like? so safe and so, so warm?

he parts from you far too soon for your liking. his breath is labored and his cheeks are flushed. you look at him in confusion.

“i-i’m sorry, i just can't. if we keep going, i won't be able to control myself. i'm gonna —”

“it's okay, gyu,” you whisper. “we can keep going.” he understands what you mean without you having to say anything more.

“are you sure?” he asks, just to be safe.

“i'm sure,” you answer without missing a beat. his lips curl up and he leads you to his bedroom, hand holding yours so tightly, it’s almost like he’s afraid to lose you.

the night is spent with beomgyu praising you like he’s never seen anything quite like you before. you feel his devotion with every passing moment and you can’t believe this is what you’ve been missing all these years. you’ve never felt so good, so cared for, in all your life. when you’re finished, and he’s cradling you in his arms, you’re both struggling to catch your breath. he looks at you like you hung the moon, but what you don’t know is that you’re starting look at him like that, too.

you’re so anxious. as you pull up to the choi’s family home in the passenger’s seat of beomgyu’s car, you can’t help but wring your hands together. this could be very good, or very, very bad. you can’t help but feel like you’re… betraying? the choi family by dating beomgyu. they’ve taken you in as family, but you’ve taken beomgyu as your own. do you regret that decision? well, you can’t say you do when beomgyu grabs your restless hands and comfortingly squeezes them before telling you “hey, it’s alright. don’t be nervous. i love you. they love you. everyone here loves you. just be yourself and i’ll take care of the rest, okay?”

“okay,” you say shyly. you and beomgyu have been working on your self esteem. it was pretty slow going at first, but you’ve been pushing through. now, after three months, you’re a lot better, but there’s still room for improvement. beomgyu is nothing if not patient, though. after all, he’s been waiting for 8 years. how could he not be? and so he patiently coaxes you out of the car and into the house.

you two find your way inside and are greeted by his parents, jia, and yijun. nobody bats an eye at you two walking in together — they just greet and hug you as per usual, but their smiles drop and their faces turn serious when beomgyu announces he has something to tell everyone.

“guys, uh, we have something to tell you all,” he says, lacing his fingers with yours, “we’re together now.” you could hear a pin drop with how quiet the room is. mrs. choi is the first to break the silence.

“h-how long? how long has this been going on?”

“three months,” he says cautiously. again, the room is silent.

“... only three? damn it!” mr. choi exclaims.

“i told you guys it hasn’t been very long,” jia sneers. “now pay up.” beomgyu’s parents grimace while pulling out their wallets and stuffing cash in jia’s hands.

“pleasure doing business with you,” she teases with a shit-eating grin.

“um, guys? what’s going on? i’m kind of pouring my heart out over here,” beomgyu says irritatedly.

“oh, honey. we know. we’ve known you liked her since she first stepped foot into our home. she was the only one who didn’t,” mrs. choi replies with a wave of her hand and your cheeks can’t help but heat up to an impossible degree. beomgyu finally pieces everything together while you’re still scrambling to understand what’s going on.

“oh my god, did you all make a bet to see how long it’d take for us to get together?!” beomgyu exclaims.

“more or less,” mr. choi says nonchalantly. realistically speaking, you and beomgyu should be angry, but all you two can do when you lock eyes with each other is laugh.

“so you’re okay with it?” you ask meekly.

“of course we are!” mrs. choi says. “we couldn’t ask for a better match for our boy. we were just waiting for you to see that, too.” you can’t help but feel your eyes go sour. you hug his parents and they rub your hair. why would you think they’d do anything other than accept you? they always have.

that night, after all the board games and movies and laughter, you go out for some fresh air. you aren’t surprised in the slightest to see beomgyu sitting on the back porch steps, almost as if he’s been waiting for you.

“there you are,” beomgyu says with a grin blooming on his face. you sit next to him, so close your thighs are touching. you lean your head against his shoulder and you sigh in contentment.

“that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks.

“not at all,” you smile, “but did everyone in the world know about us besides me?”

“pretty much, yeah,” he giggles and you playfully smack his chest. after your laughter dies down, beomgyu senses some hesitation from you. it feels like you want to say something to him.

“what is it?” he asks. you pull away from him and stare into his eyes. they look especially starry tonight.

“i have to tell you something,” you say, voice trembling slightly.

“mhm?” he nods.

“i think… actually, i know i love you, gyu. and i’m sorry it took me so long to get here, but i really do.” your eyes water when you see beomgyu’s doing the same. he looks so relieved, as if your words in particular are the ones he’s been waiting for all his life. and they are.

“i love you, too, if you haven’t guessed that already,” he says softly. “and i’d do everything all over again if it meant i’d get to be with you like this.” his eyes close and he leans in. you meet him halfway and press your lips together in a chaste kiss.

notes pt. 2: and that's it for them! i actually wrote a bit of smut for this, but i don't think it'll ever see the light of day i fear. as always, feedback is appreciated! i'd love to know what you all think :)

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~ op men and their pregnant wife: she’s mad at them - series ~

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pairings: Sanji, Zoro, Shanks

warnings: misunderstandings, kissing,

theme: angst - fluff

synopsis: op men doing things to make you upset.

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Sanji all day had been in the kitchen ignoring you for some reason. He was gone when you woke up this morning and every time you tried to talk to him about something he would walk out the room or start a conversation with someone else.

You found out you were four months pregnant a month ago from Chopper who urged you to tell Sanji immediately but every time you tried the timing wasn’t right. But today you felt the need to finally just tell him.

You were all sitting at dinner together and being as petty as he was Sanji sat in between Robin and Nami, you just couldn’t stop them. Your tears started to fall, you dropped your fork out of shook while trying to clean your face but it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Oh no, what’s wrong Y/n? I get it, Sanjis food makes me want to cry sometimes too.” Luffy said stuffing his face with the food that you didn’t eat, Sanji looked like his was ready to jump up and fight Luffy but you just smiled. “Is it the baby?” Chopper whispered in your ear but being the reindeer that he is everyone heard what he said.

“I-I’m sorry Sanji if I upset you.” You wiped your face while standing up and excusing yourself out of the kitchen to go downstairs below deck by the fish tank. The one place that could calm you down, even though you apologized you were even more pissed off than you were sad.

Everyone was still sitting at the table at a stand still except for Luffy of course. He wasn’t maying attention and was only eating but Tobin spoke up out of curiosity. “I’ve been noticing something’s with her lately, like the lack of skin she’s been showing, so it’s because of a baby? Huh. Makes sense.”

Are you that bad of a girlfriend that even the sweetest man on the earth could be upset with you? More tears fell as you cried into yourself while keeping your arms wrapped around your stomach. Footsteps could be heard infront of you but you couldn’t be bothered to look at him, you knew exactly who it was.

His arms pulled you forcefully into his chest as he placed a long kiss on your forehead. “Let me go.” You said trying to pry yourself away from him but he wouldn’t listen, you were to weak from crying and not eating as much as you should’ve for two people. “No, Y/n I’m sorry. I overheard a conversation between you and Luffy last night and I was just so upset with myself that I chose to be petty and ignore you.”

You pushed away from him looking at him with confusion, the conversation you had with Luffy last night was over food. Sanji had made you a snack before going to take a shower and Luffy was trying to eat it, he kept clinging onto you and you said, “I don’t need a clingy man on me.” Sanji is naturally clingy so when he overheard you saying this to Luffy he took it the wrong way.

After explaining that to each other you both say there staring at each other until you started crying once again. Sanji started freaking out once you punched him in his arm. “I thought I really did something to make you mad at me, why would you ignore me l-like that-t.” You whined into his chest as he sat there trying to calm you down, he knew it was the hormones causing you to cry like this but it was still a hard sight to look at.

“I’m sorry my love.” He apologized once again and sat there with you until you fell asleep. He picked you up and brought you back into your shared room so the both of you could go to sleep cuddling each other.

“YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE OF A HUSBAND, FATHER, EVERYTHING ABOVE YOU PIECE OF SHIT.” You yelled at Zoro who stood there with his arms crossed with an annoyed expression on his face.

“I NEVER SAID I WANTED TO BE A FATHER IN THE FIRST PLACE, NOR DID I WANT TO GET MARRIED!” He yelled back, everyone on the ship stood there frozen at what he said. You could already feel the tears brimming in your eyes so before anyone could see you break down you used your devil fruit powers to get off the ship.

You disappeared into town trying to find a place to hide and just opted on sitting on a wooden crate box in the back of an alleyway. Because of how big your stomach was you weighed more than the box could handle and it broke causing you to fall onto the ground. The broken wood pieces scratched at your body but that wasn’t what hurt the most, it was what Zoro said to you.

When you think about it Zoro wasn’t fond of being in a relationship with you either, you wonder why he even married you in the first place. Maybe it’s best if you just leave him to do what he wants, to be free. Just to disappear, maybe he’ll be happy if you do that. The log pose already reset so you were supposed to be leaving an hour ago, maybe they left already which would’ve benefited all of them really.

Not to have a pregnant crybaby on the ship. Thinking back on your argument more tears started to form and as they fell so did heavy rain. You were getting soaked but at least with this you can mask how hard you were crying. You basically forced Zoro into a relationship with you and now he was finally telling you that he wanted an out.

You fell in love with him but i guess he just felt sorry for you. The only thing that could be heard throughout the town was the heavy rain and a group of people yelling loudly. It was your crew, they were looking for you.

The rain was getting heavier and before you knew it your body was over exhausted and you passed out. When you woke up you were in a room and just from hearing the rain outside you were asleep for a few minutes to an hour.

Chopper had run back into the room with a bowl of warm water, he placed a wet towel on your forehead breathing heavily. “Y/n, please wake up. The rain was so heavy when I found you, I brought you to the nearest building to take care of you. You have a high fever and this may prove bad to the baby. If you don’t wake u-” you shifted under the blanket and chopper yelled out in happiness.

“We need to get you back to the ship now.” He said helping you stand up, you were still in a pained daze as he changed into a form to where you could lay on his back. He placed a blanket over you and sprinted back to the ship.

You still got soaked through the blanket as you both arrived on the ship, he took you straight to his office to get your fever down. “Sanji, can you bring some soup for Y/n for when she wakes up.” He immediately started cooking something to your liking, when you finally woke back up Chopper forced you to take some prenatal medicine then forced you to eat something.

“Thank you Chopper. Do you think I could speak with Luffy?” He nodded and ran to go get their captain, Luffy showed up worried for you condition but faltered when he saw your expression. The bowl of soup laid in your lap as you looked up at him with teary eyes. “I think it’s my time to go Luffy.” “What?” He asked in confusion.

“With me about to have a baby and being useless for your crew-” Luffy gripped your shoulders urging you to look at him. “DON’T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT. YOU ARE VERY IMPORTANT TO OUR CREW AND EVERYONE WANTS YOU HERE. Just because you’re having a baby doesn’t mean that you’re going to be discarded like trash. We all have been looking forward to a new addition to our crew, Zoro is just a dumbass who says the wrong things at the wrong times.”

He smiled wiping your tears with his shirt before pulling you into a hug. This was the first time Luffy was serious with you so you knew he meant every word he said. That still didn’t change the fact that Zoro definitely meant what he said. Luffy stayed with you while you ate the rest of your soup talking with you about random things.

Chopper advised you to stay in his office so that he could check on you for the next couple of days and as you laid on your side reading a book the door opened. Thinking it was Chopper you ignored it but the large hand that rubbed the back of your thigh grabbed your attention.

“Y/n, I don’t expect you to talk to me but atleast listen to what I have to say.” You closed the book and set it down back where it was on Choppers desk, closing your eyes you laid there waiting for him to speak. “I love you.” He could see you visibly flinch at his words, “I know I don’t say it much but I do love you. I mean how can I not love you, I can’t even imagine my life without you in it now. Every decision I make I always think about how it’ll affect you.”

He paused and watched as you sat up leaning you back against the wall. Your eyes stayed closed but your arms were crossed over your chest. “I’m scared to have a child right now. We’re pirates always on the move on a ship, I’m still weak in many ways and I fear that I can’t protect the both of you. I’m sorry for what I said, I really didn’t mean it.” He looked down at your lap but your grip on his chin made him look at you.

“You are not weak. I don’t understand why you would even say something like that. I’ve never doubted you for a second in the field. Whose the one with devil fruit powers? Me, I can protect myself even if you weren’t here. But we are a team that’s why I know I can count on you to protect me whenever I need you. But this baby has the both of us as her parents and a whole family who loves them with everything they have. I love you Roronora Zoro.”

You were sitting on the deck in your sundress waiting for your husband to come out from below deck. It was your five year anniversary and Shanks promised to take you out on a date and to make the day feel special but as he walked out with your crew mates drunk on end you realized what was going on.

He forgot. He walked over to you dropping onto his knees and kissing your stomach while laughing, “Why are you so dressed up sweets?” You looked at him with an annoyed confused expression, “Are you serious right now Shanks.” He smiled wondering what you were talking about.

“Babe what is it?” He asked as you stood up walking back inside to your shared room, you locked the door behind yourself and changed into some more comfortable clothes. A knock at the door was heard and Shanks was asking for you to open the door for him but you ignored him and stayed laying in bed while reading a book.

You wanted to go on that date before being put on bed rest but he just had to ruin it, especially on your anniversary. He forgot and was acting childish in a situation you wanted him to be serious in. For a week you ignored him only letting the doctor in on his orders, “How long are you going to keep your husband looking like a puppy dog who lost his bone?” “Cause he did. He promised to take a day out for me for our anniversary, usually I let things like this slide but not this time.” You replied leaning back into the pillow as he checked your stomach making sure the baby was okay.

“Don’t leave him waiting for too long, he might bring the mood of the whole crew down.” He smiled leaving the room and you just laid there forgetting to lock the door, while reading there was a knock and you thought it was the doctor so you allowed for him to come in. It was Shanks, he jumped on the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist as his head laid on your stomach.

“Sweets I’m sorry. I promise I had the whole day planned out but then the guys brought on some new sake and I got distracted. I’ll admit I was in the wrong.” You rolled your eyes at his confession, he saw that and made a fake sad face while pressing his body against yours.

“Don’t do this to me. You know I don’t like it when your mad at me.” You scoffed as he tried to lean in for a kiss but you pushed his face away with the book, “You get nothing, it’s a fair deal. I got nothing you get nothing. Now go.” He started pouting and whether you wanted too or not he grabbed the book and threw it on the ground then interlocked his fingers with yours while attacking your face with kisses.

Giving in you started smiling and ended up giving him the kiss he’d been wanting for days. “I’m really sorry sweets, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” “Mhm sure mister emperor.” He gasped, “I thought I was your husband…”

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,, SLAP ME IF IM WRONG BUT THE EARTH IS FLAT ’’ — KSN (김선우)

IN WHICH sunoo’s failed attempts of awfully trying to rizz you up actually worked out for him.

student!sunoo X Femstudent!reader | genre classmates to lovers , he fell first but she fell harder , fluff ! | warnings second hand embarrassment(lots of failed attempts of flirting) | wc 0.8k+ | not proofread | ✎ ᝰ (‘a note from jo’) . i tried falling asleep i really did, but its like 2am already and i give up

“morning y/n!” a familiar voice called your name.

ah of course! it was your favorite admirer, kim sunoo.

you and sunoo have actually been friends for a good amount of time, you know him ever since you can remember.

“morning sunoo!” you smiled.

he then handed you your favorite drink, “hope you’ll enjoy this! think of me when you drink it”

the atmosphere became heavy, your friends at the back smiled awkwardly while you nodded, “thank you”

“y/n you gotta tell him his flirting skills are awful,” one of your friends pleaded after he left “it hurts to watch it”

“why? it’s kind of cute” you looked at the drink.

on the back of the drink there was a cute little handwritten note, ‘you look familiar! didn’t we take classes together? i could’ve sworn we had chemistry ;)’

you chuckled to yourself and opened the drink.

you and sunoo are sharing most of your classes together, he usually sits next to his friends and just passes you cute notes with pick up lines and cute drawings that he drew.

today however, he took the seat next to your usual seat.

you walked up to him with a confused expression, “why are you—“

“i actually just wanted to ask you if you’re playing nintendo”

“sometimes when my friends do i—“ “because i think wii look good together” he cut you off.

you awkwardly giggled, “oh um—”

“i’ll go now! niki and jungwon are calling me” he frowned and went to his friends, leaving you dumbfounded and speechless.

you looked over your friends and saw they were trying their best not to cry out of embarrassment.

you however, already fell for his charms “he’s cute” you stick out your tongue at them and laughed.

“i think you should go on a date,” one of your friends suddenly spoke after shoving a spoon full of rice in her mouth, “its quite obvious that he’s crushing on you”

“yeah! and his attempts of rizzing you up are quite awkward” another one added.

lunch times are your favorite thing in this school. you and your friends sit together and gossip about everyone.

today, the gossip topic was you and sunoo, it had been like that a lot lately.

“it’s adorable to see him try, i think it’s attractive” you shrug, your friends almost choked on her food, “your taste in men is weird”

“i dont think so, it’s just sunoo that interest me”

“y/n” your friend held your hand, “you’d make a cute couple together”

the conversation kept on going until it was time for you to go back to your classes.

“y/n! let’s pass by the convenience store today, i need to get some things” sunoo passed by your desk before the class started.

you and sunoo walk home together everyday, his house is extremely close to yours, that explains the good friendship you both have since childhood and the biggest crush he’s having on you—you both are in each other’s asses 24/7.

“can’t you do that alone?” you whined lazily.

he then shook his head, “it’s too boring to do this alone, besides i know you enjoy my company”

“fine, but you’d have to buy me some gummies”

“how was your day today?” he asked on your way back home.

“sunoo, you were with me the whole day” you giggled, “you already know how was my day today”

he nodded, “i know, i just wanna hear it from you”

you took a moment to look at his face, he was looking around, smiling and admiring the view.

you never really noticed his face moles and how breathtaking he is, sunoo was always attractive in your eyes, but something about that moment made you feel something different about him.

“y/n are you okay?” sunoo chuckled, “yeah yeah i was just thinking about something”

“as i was saying, don’t you think it’s a bit weird?” he asked.

“hm? yeah”

“right? like why would you need—y/n you’re not listening to me” he whined after noticing you were zoning out.

“sorry! im just tired” you awkwardly giggled.

“let’s just go in” he let you in the store and got after you.

after a few little shoppings you got out and continued your way with your new gummies.

you were happily snacking on them while sunoo glanced at you.

“y/n” he called, “hm?”

“slap me if i’m wrong, but the earth is flat”

“ok” you shrugged and slapped him, he quickly held his cheek and looked at you in disbelief, “why would you do that?”

“you asked me to slap you if you’re wrong!”

“no i—“ he sighed, “i meant to say ‘kiss me’”

he held his forehead in frustration, “oh i’m sorry” you removed his hand and rubbed his cheek, “that must hurt”

“let me redo it” he prepared himself, “kiss me if i’m wrong but—“

“let’s just go on a date” you cut him off.

“what?”

“let’s go on a date, me and you, tomorrow after school” you repeat what you said.

“huh?” he tilt his head.

“life without you is like a broken pencil,” you smiled, “totally pointless”

“that was a good one,” he giggled, “but no one’s better than the original”

“have we met? because you look a lot like my next girlfriend”

#enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen sunoo #sunoo imagines #sunoo x reader #sunoo headcanons #sunoo scenarios #sunoo drabbles #sunoo fluff

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samlovesradiohead · 3 days

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false idols - ch. 2

lucifer x f!reader

cw: slow burn, drug + alcohol usage, lowkey enemies to lovers, more to be added

wc: 2.3k

a/n: rip charlie you wouldve loved taylor swift, lululemon, and stanley cups. charlie would love the clean girl aesthetic. (btw, i get a lot of my inspo from taylor swift and phoebe bridgers i love them so much) I REALLY HATE THIS CHAPTER NEXT ONE WILL BE BETTER TRUST ME. im winging this whole story

thinking about making a playlist for this fic. anyway heres the song i been listening to on repeat while writing this: the albatross - taylor swift (the tortured poets department - the anthology)

“Why didn’t you tell me you were famous?! That is so cool!!!” Charlie bursts in your room, startling you so much that you almost fall off your bed. It was after dinner, and you had announced to the group you were turning in for the night. You were in the middle of watching hell’s equivalent to trashy reality TV, and it was pretty entertaining.

“Sorry for scaring you, I’m just really excited at the news!”

“Who told you?” You ask, but you already have an idea. And when she replies with Angel’s name, you internally high-five yourself for guessing correctly. You adjust yourself to sit upright at the edge of the bed to face Charlie. “I figured. I was just answering his questions while having a drink with him and Husk at the bar.”

You can see Charlie practically vibrating in excitement at this new revelation. “What kind of songs did you sing? What genre? How many fans did you have? Did-” Charlie is abruptly interrupted by you.

“One question at a time, girl!” You give a light chuckle at Charlie’s embarrassment, a light pink flush decorating her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, you’d think as the princess of hell I’d be accustomed to people with status, but it’s different! The ones I know are just old, stuck-up royals. I’ve never met a famous singer before.” Charlie giddily explains, hands clasped together.

“It’s fine. I’ve seen way worse reactions when people meet me. I used to be a popstar. I’d say I was…” you didn’t want to seem like an asshole bragging about how many fans you had, “decently famous. Of course, there are always people who had to catastrophize the things I did, so, my career did have its fair share of scandals.” You make the assumption that she would also like to know how you died, so you tell her. “Now I’m here because I got poisoned at a party.”

You still think your death was not how it should’ve been. But you can’t do anything to change it now. Young starlets died all the time. You weren’t special. Honestly, you thought you’d be a bit sadder about dying. But with death came an escape from the chains of your previous life, and for that you are grateful.

An exasperated expression paints her face as you nonchalantly let her know how you wound up in hell. “That’s a horrible way to go, I’m sorry you went through that. At least you’re here now!”

You sigh. “It’s alright. I was being stupid, kinda deserved it. It’s whatever now. I’m glad you guys were the first people I found. I don’t wanna imagine what could have happened to me if I stayed out in the streets. Thank you, Charlie, seriously.”

“I just want to help my people. It’s no big deal.”

You smile at that. Charlie, the ever-saintly hellborn.

She sparks up. “I know it's your first day, and I’m not sure how much the others have told you, but sometimes, especially powerful sinners gain powers relating to how they lived or died. I figured since you were quite reputable on earth, you’d have powers that coincided with your singing, kind of like my mom. We don’t have to test that out right now, but I was just letting you know!”

Woah. “Really? Hmm, I might test it out later.” A part of you hopes that you do indeed have powers. Maybe you could scream at supersonic levels and make people’s ears explode.

“Okay, next question! Do you think… how do I word this… do you think some of your fans are down here?” Huh. You actually never considered that. Your career spans from your late teens to 27 years old (since that’s the age you died at). There’s no way some fans haven’t died throughout that span. You ponder her question for a second.

“More than likely. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Charlie’s eyes light up. You can already tell she has something planned. “I have the most fantastic idea ever involving you but I don’t want to push you out of your comfort zone this early into your stay here, but what if we orchestrated a mini-concert, with you singing of course! Sinners and your fans that are down here can come enjoy your music and learn about the hotel, maybe they’ll take a chance on redemption!”

You gotta hand it to Charlie: she really wants to help sinners. Her explanation earlier was evidence enough, but her pure dedication is admirable. As for you, you’re not sure redemption is possible, as there hasn’t been proof of it. You’re not even sure if you want to go to heaven. For now, you’ll help Charlie with her dream while trying to figure out what you want. It’s the least you could do, as she is letting you basically free-load off of her.

Her idea didn’t really deter you, anyway. You performed at packed stadiums plenty of times, a simple concert isn’t that bad. A tiny part of you is excited to visit the echoes of your former glory. Is that selfish, to want to restore what once was?

“That sounds cool. I’m down. But, uhhh, where and how will we make that happen?” The logistics of the situation hit you mid-agreement. Seriously, how?

Charlie laughs, “I’ll ask my dad, Lucifer. He can basically make anything at the snap of his fingers. Ooh, by the way, I’m going to call him up tomorrow. He may or may not swing by and visit.”

You stand up immediately at that. “Lucifer?! Like the Devil from the Bible!??!” Why did it not hit you till now? You figured her dad was some king or whatever, but you didn’t expect her dad to be THE king of hell. The church raised you on the scariest iterations of Lucifer, so you only expect the worst. What if he incinerates you for looking at him wrong?!

She chuckles at your reaction. “He is nothing like what humans are taught. He’s a real sweet guy, albeit a little… distant. I promise, he won’t kill you a second time, unless you do something really bad. But I doubt you will!”

Her assuring words offer some comfort to your original antsiness. Still, it’ll be your second day tomorrow and you’re already (possibly) meeting the king of hell. “That’s … refreshing to know.”

“It’ll be alright.” Charlie reassures you, assuring herself as well in the process. “Anyway, I’ll leave you alone for the night. Vaggie and I’s suite is just down the hall, knock if you need anything.” She back steps towards the door, swinging it open. “Goodnight!” she says before closing your door. You repeat the pleasantry. The door clicks, signaling its closure.

Sleep came quite quickly after the talk with Charlie. But before slumber pulled you under, you did some introspection while staring at the blank ceiling above you. This time of the day is when you surrender yourself to your worst thoughts.

You thought of this while dying, but now its persistence has fully enraptured your attention. You can’t help but think of the world you left behind. Did they find your body yet? You can see the tabloids now: “Global Popstar Phenomenon Found Dead from Laced Drink at Trashy Party Bathroom”. What a joke.

Even now, you are nitpicking yourself to atoms as you realize you’re thinking about what the world thinks of you instead of worrying about the few real people who cared for you.

You can count on one hand how many people carried genuine sympathy for you. Two friends from your childhood, but even that’s pushing it because you haven’t been keeping up with them. You’d count your ex, but that was before. So… who was left to mourn you?

These self-deprecating thoughts came to you in familiarity. It is known that celebrities are extremely unhappy and you were no exception.

In life, perfection was always a concept you tried to reach. You knew you couldn’t do it, but you tried to get as close as possible to it. It didn’t help that your management team was also ensuring you were at your best at all times. With practice and rehearsals for concerts leaving you overly exhausted and bruised, to taking hours in the dressing room, trying on different outfits and makeup styles to see what fits best, you don’t know how you’ve survived that long under those conditions. The team will be very relieved to find out they don’t have to manage a prima donna anymore if they didn’t know you were dead already. And this thought made you feel awful. God damn, why is it every thought trails back to you feeling bad about yourself?

You push these demeaning voices aside as you close your eyes.

– – – –

You wake up to the sound of rustling coming from your closet. Still, your morning grogginess lingers. Rubbing your eyes while sitting up, you try to focus your vision on the movement coming from the closet.

Hearing you move instantly had Charlie shooting her head out of the closet. “Oh My Gosh I am SOOOO sorry for waking you up. But I forgot to give you a wardrobe, so I woke up super early to go get some outfits for you! And I may or may not have been listening to your music catalog while out in town…”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at her, she was just so adorable. Her unlimited kindness is fascinating to you. “It’s okay, Charlie. This is about the time I wake up anyway. But you were listening to my music? I didn’t know hell had access to earthly media.”

She stands up, straightening out her clothes as she explains, “We don’t! But you know, after tinkering around and doing some searches, I found a website that uploads music from earth! How they manage that, I’m not sure. But it’s there! It seemed like your entire catalog was there, so I listened! I’ve been listening since last night before Vaggie told me to go to sleep. You’re such a great songwriter and singer!”

You were used to compliments up on earth. Oftentimes, they were said under false pretenses and malicious reasons. But for some reason, it feels more personal now. Maybe it was the genuine look and obvious sincerity in her tone, but it was different than usual. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you stammer out a mousy ‘thank you’.

“Oh! By the way, Vaggie’s almost done with breakfast. So, get ready!”

It’s after breakfast, and you sit on the couch with Angel Dust, watching Charlie pace back and forth.

“Babe, just call him. You won’t know his answer unless you talk,” Vaggie says, trying to console her girlfriend. Charlie takes a deep breath.

“Okay, you’re right. I am calling my dad.” And so she did.

You felt bad for her, seeing as her responses and facial expressions were evident of her emotions. It was clear her and her father don’t have the closest relationship, with her grimacing face making an appearance continually throughout the call. After a minute of awkwardness, she ends the call, turning to the group who were now seated on the couch.

“Okay sooooooooooo my dad’s going to be here in an hour.”

Angel and Niffty seem excited at the news.

“I’ve always wanted to meet the big dick in charge.”

“The ultimate bad boy!”

Vaggie pretends like she didn’t hear that. She takes charge as she gives out orders to the residents. “Alright, Lucifer’s going to be here in an hour. Let’s get this hotel presentable.”

— — — —

Lucifer continues to stare at the portrait, even after the call ends. The frozen glimpse of the family haunts him. He can feel an isolating cold run through his body as he stares into the eyes of both his daughter and … ex-wife. Charlie, standing there, shyly smiling, but with wide bright eyes. And Lilith, the former Queen of Hell, emulates prestige and elegance like no other. Even framed, her beauty was radiant. A looming aura of gloom and despair was ever present within the king.

Some days, Lucifer thinks he’s finally over it and that he’s ready to face everyone after years of cowardice. But one glance back at the stagnant memory and into the hypnotizing gaze of his first love, he crumbles apart again, just as he did when he first saw her in Eden.

It is unfathomable to him that after being condemned to damnation for eternity, raising hell from the ground up, and creating a child together that she would leave it all behind. 7 years has not changed his questions for her disappearance. He knew it was getting rocky after Charlie was born. Even with Lilith constantly taking Charlie away from Lucifer and arguments over the governance of Hell, he never thought she’d leave after over 10,000 years of marriage.

To be quite honest, Lucifer is tired of Lilith haunting him. Echoes of her presence still linger in the palace and her phantoms breach the darkest corners of his psyche. It’s like she’s tormenting him with memories of her and their love. He wishes he could get over it that quickly, but being together since the fall of humanity has instilled its lasting legacy on him. Lucifer does not want to be a doddering fool who keeps wistfully yearning for the woman he loves, but he can’t help but play the role. He obviously still loves her dearly, but he knows what they had has long been buried by time.

This phone call with Charlie has granted him a chance to make up for the past few years of distance, isolation, and hurt he has bestowed upon his own daughter.

“I’m trying my best, dearest.” His fingers trace Lilith’s enigmatic figure in the portrait.

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froggywritesstuff · 2 years

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may i? | eliza schuyler

Pairings: Eliza Schuyler x g/n!reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing, self doubt, awkward confessions, overall bad writing

Time: modern

A/N: this is heavily inspired by the Seven Minutes scene in the movie Crush

"Have you even talked to anyone here besides me?"

You rolled your eyes at John. That was even for him to say. He was practically best friends with everyone at the party. He was pretty much the only person you knew at the party. He was the only reason you were there, so why would you bother talking to people you would normally never talk to?

"For your information, I have. I bumped into that girl and said sorry." you explained, pointing to a girl wearing a yellow leather jacket paired with black tights and a maroon beanie.

John looked over at the girl, before turning back to face you, "So you apologised, then you-"

You cut him off, nodding, "I immediately ran away."

"Why? You could've had a conversation with her at least."

You sent him a look of disbelief. You knew he was only trying to help, but he could be an idiot sometimes, "Have a conversation with her? Dude, she looks so intimidating."

"What- because she has a leather jacket?"

"Precisely. Only super cool people wear those." you stated matter-of-factly.

With a roll of his eyes, John wrapped his arm around yours and began walking, "No. Peggy is literally the least intimidating person to ever walk the earth."

"What are you doing?" you groaned as he practically dragged you across the room.

"You're talking to her." he said, "You need to talk to at least one other person before you graduate high school."

"But-" before you could protest, John had pushed you Peggy's way and called her name to get her attention, "Peggy, this is Y/N." was all he said before leaving you two alone.

Peggy was confused (you didn't blame her), but she smiled brightly at you nonetheless, "Hey Y/N. I'm Peggy, as John literally just said. You bumped into me before, right?"

You nodded, a little embarrassed that that was the only way she knew you. But John was right, she was definitely not intimidating. If anything, she had the opposite effect now, making all your nerves melt away.

"Cool," she said before grabbing your arm and pulling you to her side, grabbing her phone from her pocket and quickly snapping a photo of the two of you together. Seeing your confused expression, she began to explain, "Sorry, I have like, three friends and a sister with huge crushes on you, so they're gonna be so pissed to see that I got a photo with you before them." she said like it was obvious. You could barely make out her sending the photo to four people, before she shoved her phone back in her pocket.

"Oh... what?" you asked, trying to process what she said. Before she could answer, a loud voice called everyone over, and everyone began making their way to the speaker. You hesitantly followed Peggy, asking her what was going on.

"Have you played Seven Minutes before?" You felt your stomach drop. Apparently, Peggy noticed your nervous look, and grabbed your hand comfortingly, "Don't worry, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

You nodded hesitantly, sitting down beside her as the rest of the party goers began to sit down as well. Glancing over at everyone in the circle, an anxious feeling stirred in the pit of your stomach as you realised there was a high chance of you getting picked which meant you'd have to spend seven minutes in the bathroom with someone you most likely barely knew. Even if you didn't make out with them or do anything else like that, seven minutes was a long time to spend with someone and do nothing with. As you continued scoping out the people sitting in the circle, your eyes fell on one girl, who looked like she had been glaring at Peggy. When you looked over at her, she quickly averted her gaze and glued her eyes back to her phone. You continued staring at her for a second, taking in every detail about her. She had straight black hair falling past her shoulder, a pastel blue long-sleeved shirt on, paired with a white tennis skirt and white doc martens. You had no idea why you were so drawn to her.

Before you could stare any longer, John pulled you out of your thoughts, smiling as he sat down next to you and saw you sitting with Peggy.

"Told you she's not intimidating."

You just rolled your eyes at him, before the person who was speaking before spoke up again. He had dark black hair tied into a ponytail, a white shirt underneath a green hoodie, and what looked like a pillow case in his hands. You didn't know him, only being able to recognize him from a few classes and seeing him talking with John a few times. From what you heard, he wasn't exactly the urban dictionary definition of nice, but he could be nice when he wanted to be.

"Ok everyone, phone's in the bag," he quickly shook out the pillow case in his hand and held it out to everyone. He walked around in the circle, collecting everyone's phones as he explained the rules, "For those of you who don't know the rules, you put your phone in the bag, and whichever two people get their phone picked from the bag have to go into the bathroom together for seven minutes." Once he had all the phones in the sack, he returned back to the centre of the circle, and shook the pillow case to shuffle the phones a bit, "Shall we begin?" A chorus of cheers erupted from the circle as Alex reached his hand into the pillow case, drawing the first phone.

___

Over half an hour went past, five pairs of people got the phones pulled from the bag, but you were yet to get picked.

Most of the people were pretty much strangers to you, so you weren't paying much attention to who's phone was getting picked. The only part of the game that did get your attention was when John and Alex's phones got picked, and after their seven minutes was up, they both exited the bathroom re-buttoning and readjusting their shirts with bright blushing faces.

"Dude!" you laughed as John sat down beside you, which made his cheeks burn even more.

"Shut up," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact as he glanced over at Alex.

You snickered at his antics, "You're telling me everything on the drive home."

He sent a glare your way, which you only responded by laughing even more.

"Who's phone is this?" Alex asked.

The smile on your face was quickly wiped off when you saw your phone in Alex's hand.

"Y/N's! That's Y/N's phone!" John quickly called out, and you weren't sure if he just wanted some of the previous attention off of him, or if he wanted to get back at you for teasing him.

Beside you, you heard Peggy gasp, smirking at you, then she glanced to the side, giggling at someone you couldn't see.

You stood up with a sigh, grabbing your phone and waiting anxiously for Alex to grab the next phone. It felt like he was purposely taking forever to pick a phone, just to piss you off.

Finally, he pulled out a phone. You didn't recognize the phone to be John's (obviously, since he just got picked and took his phone out of the bag) or Peggy's, which made the anxious feeling much worse. However, by the teasing sounds everyone made at the sight of the phone, everyone else recognized the phone.

"Liza, you're up!" you heard Peggy's voice shout.

Even with the bright blush covering her cheeks, you vaguely recognized the girl who stood up as the girl who you saw glaring at Peggy before.

She took her phone from Alex's hand and quickly made her way to the bathroom, resulting in more 'ooo' sounds from the guests as you awkwardly followed her, shutting the door behind you.

You had no idea what to say, just watched as Eliza sat herself down on the edge of the bathtub, her head hanging down to hide the blush that was still tainting her cheeks.

"Uh- we don't have to make out, or anything," you said, having no idea how to start a conversation, "Like I don't mind, w-we can just talk."

Running a hand through her hair, she looked up at you, "Ye-yeah, we can- we should talk. Um- I'm Eliza. I'm Peggy and Angelica's sister."

"Oh, I'm Y/N. I-I don't have a sister here." you added, internally rolling your eyes at how awkward you were acting.

But instead of just giving you a weird look and shuffling further away from you as you expected, Eliza laughed. You absolutely adored the sound of her laugh. You had only just met her, but for some reason you felt the same weird sensation of being drawn to her as you did before.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Y/N." she said, smiling sincerely at you, "You're friends with John, right?"

"Yeah, I came to the party with him," you answered with a nod, "He's basically the only person I know here. Except for you now, and Peggy."

"Socializing not your thing?" she asked, the judgmental tone you normally heard when someone asked something like that was nowhere to be heard.

"Nah, I pretty much only hang with John. Dunno why he chooses to be friends with me, but I'm glad he does."

'Ok Y/N, weird thing to admit to the pretty girl you met ten seconds ago, but get it I guess.'

Eliza tilted her head to the side, "Why do you think that?"

You shrugged, taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub next to her, "I just don't think I would be friends with me if I was him. Like, he's literally the nicest and funniest guy I've met, he has tons of friends. It doesn't make too much sense that he's friends with me."

"Well," Eliza shrugged, fidgeting with her two hands, "I think it makes sense." You furrowed your brows at her, "I mean, I just met you, but you seem like a really good person."

You felt your heart hammering in your chest, and before you realised you were staring at her lips. Tearing your eyes away, you quickly pulled out your phone, checking the time, "Five more minutes." you said, eyes awkwardly darting around the room, avoiding eye contact with Eliza.

"You know my sisters are probably standing outside with their ears up to the door trying to spy on us." Eliza said, raising her voice as she spoke, which was followed by the sounds of Angelica and Peggy shushing each other and running away from the door.

You laughed as Eliza just shook her head with a smile, "They sound fun." you said, receiving a shrug from Eliza.

"They're exciting. I can always trust them to piss me off without fail."

You nodded your head, "Are you dating anyone?"

'What the fuck Y/N?!'

You had no idea what compelled you to ask that, and by the bright blush on Eliza's face, you knew she was shocked by it as well, "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that, you don't have to-"

"No. I'm not dating anyone." she answered, a small smile tugging at her lips, "A-are you?

Heart pounding, you shook your head, "Nope. Not dating anyone."

Eliza nodded at your answer, glancing down at your lips, "Would you... may I kiss you?"

Fuck she was so beautiful.

"Y-you may." you answered, trying not to nod your head so eagerly.

She ever so softly placed her hands on your cheeks, her eyes fluttering shut as she pulled your face toward hers. Your hands gently cupped her face, filling the space between the two of you as you placed your lips against hers. The kiss was so soft, and sweet, it all felt surreal. You, who avoided talking with anyone other than John at all costs, were kissing Eliza during Seven Minutes in Heaven.

That's when it hit you.

It was Seven Minutes in Heaven. For all you know, Eliza was just kissing you to pass the time. You could walk out the door and you two would go back to being nothing more than classmates. Nothing more than strangers.

"What's wrong?"

Apparently Eliza noticed the shift in your mood. She pulled away from the kiss, but her hands still remained on your cheeks, holding them so softly as if you were made of glass.

"Nothing, I-" you said, taking a shaky breath, almost embarrassed to say what you were worried about, "I know I pretty much just met you, but I really like you, and- fuck, you're just so beautiful a-and nice, and I just don't wanna walk out that door and go back to being strangers, like this never happened." you hated how desperate and pathetic you sounded. You worried that you already freaked her out, or came on too strong by saying that.

But to your surprise, Eliza laughed softly, before smiling at you, her thumb rubbing over your cheek, "Y/N, I've had the most embarrassing crush on you for a year now."

You practically froze.

"We don't have to start dating or anything yet, but I definitely don't wanna be strangers again."

A sigh of relief left your lips at her words, "Glad we're on the same page." you mumbled, a wide grin on your face as you smashed your lips against hers.

"Holy shit!"

The two of you were so lost in each other, you didn't even care about the crowd of people surrounding the open door.

"You actually did it?!" you recognized Peggy's voice, and could quickly assume that she knew about Eliza's crush on you.

Eventually, you pulled away, spotting John's shocked smile in the crowd of people, "Thank you so much for inviting me to this."

buy me a coffee <3

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So to continue off of this cause I’m rewatching Supernatural by introducing it to my mother haha

Taka is the son of a cop and a devote believer in god following his family’s fall from society. He turns to his studies and then an angel called for him to begin his service.

This angel is Raguel, the angel of Justice.

His mission is to retrieve Mondo’s soul from damnation and set him towards the path that will lead to the destined battle for the Earth. Of course, no one expected that the angel and the human would fall in love with said soul.

“So your vessel’s name is Taka and you’re Ragú somethin’?”

“I am not a pasta sauce. At least you make up for your intelligence with your butt and fancy hair.”

“…”

“I enjoyed watching the titular journey of the diseased creature and his strangely morbid young mistress.”

“Lilo & Stitch. The movie is Lilo & Stitch, feathers.”

“I am also not a bird.”

Mondo gets along with him for the most part, but the angel has a lot to learn about Earth culture. And Mondo needs to not be so clueless.

And of course, Hagakure, a fake psychic, became the vessel of the playful archangel Gabriel. Gabriel is much like canon and he appreciates making funny prophecies, tampering with reality and of course, messing with humans.

“So, is it safe to call you angel face?”

“Whatever you wanna call me, big boy.”

Heavy no homo vibes from Daiya and Hiro there

Makoto Naegi is a normal dude when he was seemingly struck by lighting and his dyslexia autocorrected like Percy Jackson. He is now a prophet of the lord being protected by a hunter from an infamous family, Kirigiri, and a human vessel named Togami that is currently hosting the demon prince, Mammon. The demon is under contract with the hunter until her goals are met.

“I can read this now… I think this tablet has some sort of fanfiction about brothers hunting monsters. Ooh and one of them is shipped with an angel. God invented Ao3 so-“

“Makoto, why would God need fanfiction? He plays us like the Sims.“

“Yeah and human x angel isn’t my thing. Now, if you want something spicy-“

It’s a lot of back and forth banter with the two of them while Makoto gets to work with the bros solving hell texts and junk.

Kazuichi lives in the middle of nowhere making special monster slaying, demon obliterating weapons and he loves to experiment any chance he gets. He was born into the trade of blacksmithing. His guardians are demonologists, Gundham and Sonia.

Gundham is a master of taming creatures that can detect the presence of demons and other creatures. Rumor has it is that he can really communicate with creatures.

Sonia is from a long line of hunters, going back to the medieval age when there was a secret line of hunters working for the royal family. It’s said that she’s a descendant between a hunter and a royal, which explains her extreme good looks.

“THAT IS BLESSED SILVER! LIKE ANGEL SILVER, THE GOOD CUSH! WHERE THE FUCK-“

“Do not utter such crude language around the dark queen, paramour. Your shrieks of joy are enough.”

“It was fun! We wanted to summon a demon to get some blood, but an angel showed up instead. So I wrestled and killed him!”

“…”

Sometimes Kazuichi wonders how unhinged Sonia really is compared to the odd Gundham.

Chihiro got affliated with the Oowada bros after being rescued from a spirit that was haunting the library computers. From there, they vowed to pay them back for their kindness (Mondo refused a thousand times before Daiya said that they could tag along) and now does a good chunk of their pilimary research of monsters to slay and where to find them.

“So between the house where people’s arms have been twisted off, the serial drowning and spontaneous combustion, which one would you rather go look at first?”

“Hmm… It’s a tight one between the dollhouse and the pool.”

“How about we just don’t for one goddamn week, for fuck’s sake, your finger got cut off-“

Mondo would like to have five seconds to relax sometimes.

#danganronpa #supernatural #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa au #supernatural au #mondo oowada #kiyotaka ishimaru #ishimondo #daiya oowada #yasuhiro hagakure #kazuichi souda #sonia nevermind #gundham tanaka #chihiro fujisaki #I’m def gonna do redraws later #thinking of calling this au super-danganatural but we’ll see

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Chapter Twelve - The Creel House

Summary: Returning to Hawkins for spring break, Aria is finally glad to be back at home to see her mom and friends. However, she soon finds out that the danger they’ve all faced before, is back yet again. This time, she may or may not fall at the center of it.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Original Female Character

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death.

Note: I imagine Aria Kaul as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don’t see her as South Asian, then that’s fine. It won’t affect the storyline.

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Sometime during the night, Aria and Steve went back downstairs. The pair sat on the floor, whispering to each other without waking the others up. Eventually, they woke up Dustin so he could be on Max watch. Soon, Aria and Steve fell asleep, not knowing exactly when.

Aria suddenly woke up to the voice of someone’s voice from the walkie-talkie, blinking the tiredness away. She slowly sat up and realized she had fallen asleep on Steve’s chest, getting flustered at the thought.

“Dustin?” The voice, Eddie, called out. She grabbed the walkie-talkie to talk. “Earth to Dustin.”

“Hey, it's Aria.” Aria spoke.

“Kaul! Hey.” Eddie responded. “Um, I'm gonna need a food delivery, like, really soon, unless you want me going out into the world.”

“No. No, no, no.” Aria stopped him. “Please don’t do that. Uh, just stay where you are, and we'll be there as soon as we can.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Eddie said. “Listen, um… can you pick me up a six-pack?” Aria rolled her eyes. “I know, it's stupid as shit, drinking right now, but a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves.”

As Eddie was talking, she turned her head to look at Max, only to see that she wasn’t on the couch where she was supposed to be. “Hey, I'm gonna have to call you back.” She said frantically, turning the walkie-talkie off. She hit Dustin’s shoulders, waking him up. “Dustin!”

“Mm…” Dustin hummed.

“Wake up!”

“What?”

“Did I not leave you to be on Max watch?” Aria asked him angrily.

“Yep. Yep, yep, yep. Sorry.”

“Then where is she?”

“She's right there. A second ago.” Dustin said, checking his watch. “I swear, I just dozed off for…an hour.”

Aria and Dustin widened their eyes, quickly standing up and running upstairs. They opened the basement door and looked around, walking to the kitchen to see Max sitting at the dining table. Aria let out a relieved sigh, putting a hand over her heart.

“Morning, guys.” Karen greeted them. “Everything okay?”

Aria smiled at her. “Yeah. Yeah, everything's okay, Mrs. Wheeler.”

“I think it's so sweet that you guys are sticking together like this.” Karen told them, grinning at Aria.

“Could try sticking together at a different house for a change.” Ted said nonchalantly, to which Aria just ignored. Aria took a deep breath and walked over to Max, who was sitting next to Holly.

She sat down next to her, eyes gazing on the pictures she drew. “Hey, Max.”

“Hey.” Max looked up, giving Aria a small smile.

“You okay?”

“Just couldn't sleep.” She admitted. “People kept blasting music in my ears, for some reason.” Aria gave her a sheepish smile, silently telling her sorry. “But Holly let me borrow some of her crayons. We've been having fun, right, Holly?”

“Mm-hmm.” The little girl hummed.

Aria took a good look at her drawings. “Is this what you saw last night?”

“I mean, it's supposed to be.” Max answered. “I thought it'd be easier to draw it out than to explain it, but…Not so much.”

Aria slid a drawing with faces on it, narrowing her eyes. “Is that…?”

“It was like they were on display. And then there was this red fog everywhere.” Aria glanced at the redhead. “It was like a dream. A nightmare.”

“You think Vecna's just trying to scare you?”

“With Billy? Yeah. But when I made it here…I dunno, something was different. He seemed surprised, almost. Like he didn't want me there.”

“Maybe you infiltrated his mind.” Dustin said, sitting down at the table. “He invaded your mind, right? Is it that big a leap to suggest you somehow wound up in his?” Aria furrowed her brows, thinking over what Dustin said. “Like Freddie Krueger's boiler room.”

“Freddie Krueger?” Holly asked, giving Dustin a confused look.

“He's a super burned-up dude with razors for fingers.” Dustin began to ramble. “And he kills you in your dreams.”

“Dustin! Seriously?” Aria exclaimed, watching as Holly started to get scared.

“Sorry.” The boy apologized. “It's a movie. It's not real.” He looked back at Aria and Max. “Just…think about it. What if you somehow unlocked a backdoor to Vecna's world? Like, maybe the answer we're looking for is somewhere in this incredibly vague drawing.” He looked at one of Max’s drawings, criticizing it with his eyes. “God, we need Will.”

“No shit.” Max remarked. “But I tried them again this morning, and it's the same busy signal.”

Aria saw one of the drawings had a door with a rose on the window. She narrowed her eyes, trying to remember where she had seen it before. “Is this a window?”

“Yeah.” Max responded.

“Stained glass with roses.”

“Yeah. See?” Max looked at Dustin. “I'm not so terrible after all.”

“Yeah, well, it helps that I've seen it before.” Aria told them, bringing all of the drawings together to fold them into smaller pieces and outlining the outside with a sharpie to soon create a picture of a house.

“It's pieces of a house.” Max furrowed her brows.

“Not just any house.” Aria said, putting the door in the open space of the house. “It's Victor Creel's house.” She stood up from the table to walk back downstairs.

“Where you going?” Dustin asked.

“Waking the others.”

After waking up everyone else, Aria drove them all in her car to the Creel’s house. She had a feeling that all the answers would be here, that somehow the Creel’s are connected to Vecna in some way.

They got out of the car, walking towards the house. They saw the door blocked with wood so Aria and Steve started to take them down, one by one.

“What exactly are we supposed to be looking for in this shithole?” Steve asked Aria, turning his head for a second to face her before going back to taking down the nails from the wood with the hammer in his hand.

“We're not exactly sure.” Aria answered, using another hammer in her hands to get the nails off as well. “We just know this house is important to Vecna.”

“Because Max saw it in Vecna's red soup mind world?”

“Basically.”

“Great.”

“Maybe it holds a clue to where Vecna is.” Dustin spoke. “Why he's back. Why he killed the Creels. And how to stop him before he comes back for Max.”

“We don't think he's in here…” Lucas said slowly. “Do we?”

“Guess we'll find out.” Max responded.

They managed to take off all the nails so Steve looked at Aria, nodding his head. “Ready?”

“Mm-hmm.”

They slowly lifted the wood from the door, letting it fall into the ground. Aria looked at the rose on the window, pursing her lips.

“Aria…”

“What?” Aria turned around to look at the others.

They all looked at her confused. “What?” Steve asked.

Aria furrowed her eyebrows before shaking her head. “Oh, nothing. I thought someone said my name.”

Steve nodded his head, turning his head back to check the door knob. “It's locked. Should I knock, see if anybody's home?”

“No need.” Robin told them, showing them a brick. “I found a key.”

Aria looked at her, shrugging. “I was just going to kick the door down but…that works too I guess.”

Aria and Steve stepped back as Robin threw the brick at the window, glass shattering inside the house. Steve stepped up to the door, bringing his hand through the opening of the window to turn the door knob, opening the door for them.

They slowly walked inside, their eyes roaming around the dark house.

“Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill.” Lucas said, attempting to turn on the lamp.

They all took out their flashlights, everyone except Steve who was very confused on where they all got them from. Dustin irritatingly threw him his bag so he could search for a flashlight himself.

They started to walk around, Aria with Nancy and Robin. “They just left everything.” Nancy said.

“I guess a triple homicide isn't good for resale value.” Robin answered. Aria tilted her head, raising an eyebrow at her words.

Max called them over, everyone walking over to her. “Hey, guys? You all see that, right?” They stood in front of an old grandfather clock.

“Yeah.”

“Is this what you saw?” Aria asked Max. “In your visions?”

“I mean, it's…just a clock.” Robin stated. “Right?” She walked over to it, wiping the dust from it. “Like a normal old clock.”

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks?” Steve questioned. “Maybe he's, like, a clockmaker or something?” Aria rolled her eyes. Not a single thought goes through that brain of his.

“I think you cracked the case, Steve.” Dustin remarked.

“Whatever it is, it’s definitely important.” Aria said. “The answers are all here, somewhere.” She looked around, her eyes falling on Nancy and Robin. “Alright, everyone stay in groups of two. Nance, Robin, upstairs with me.”

The three girls walked upstairs, looking through the different rooms for any sort of clues. Aria kept looking, using her flashlight but found nothing. She knew the answers were here. She was sure of it.

Suddenly, she heard glass shatter and Steve running out of the room, aggressively dusting off his jacket. “Whoa, whoa. Hey” Aria exclaimed, walking up to him. “What's wrong?”

“There was a spider.” Steve breathed out. “It's a black widow.” He looked at her before rushing to close the door he just came out of. “Don't go in there.”

Aria nodded her head before her eyes fell on the spider and web stuck on the back of his head. “Wait, hold on.” She said, trying to use her hands to dust off the web from his hair.

“Something? Shit. Okay.” Steve asked, moving around frantically.

She held tight onto his shoulders to stop him. “Stop moving.” She said sternly. He obliged, standing very still as she used her hands to take off the spider and remaining dust and webs.

Steve felt his breath hitch as Aria’s fingers touched the skin below his hair. He suddenly forgot how to breathe at that moment.

“Okay, I got it. I got it.” Aria told him softly, picking the spider and throwing it onto the ground.

“Thank you.”

“If there's a spider, you're never gonna find it till it lays eggs and the babies spill out.” Robin chuckled.

“What's wrong with you?” Steve asked, annoyed. “Robin, seriously.” He sighed. “She's got problems.”

Aria chuckled. “Tell me about it.”

“It's cool you two are friends now.” Steve told her. “You, Nancy, and Robin.” Aria hummed. “Maybe after we find Vecna, kill him, save the world and stuff, maybe we can all go out.” Aria smiled at his words, the thought making her heart go insanely warm. “You know? Me, you, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan, when he's back. You could also bring your boyfriend—“

“Boyfriend?” Aria asked, furrowing her eyebrows. Steve turned around, lips parted.

“Uh, I just thought that, I don’t know, you had a…a—“

“You assumed I had a boyfriend?” Aria raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at his assumption. He sheepishly nodded his head. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” Aria laughed.

He pursed his lips. In truth, he didn’t actually know if she had a boyfriend but he thought it was insane that she didn’t have one. He was a little shocked at the fact of her still being single but nonetheless, it made him feel relieved. “Uh, oh that’s cool. I mean, that’s nice. I mean, not nice, that’s…it’s nice to know—wait, shit…”

Aria giggled. “No, it’s okay, I get it.”

Steve’s eyes met hers, his heart skipping a beat. He turned back around to let her resume her work. “Um, also, it’s not like we're dating.” He said. “Me and Robin. Not like we're dating. She told you? That we're not?”

“Yes. She made that very clear.” Aria reassured him.

“Platonic with a capital P.” Robin exclaimed.

“Yep. Thank you.” Steve yelled out. “I mean…I would date her.” Her heart dropped. “It's just…She's…We're just…Never mind. We're friends.”

“Right.” Aria nodded her head. She made sure all the dust was gone from his hair, her fingers lingering on his skin for a few more seconds until she let go. “Okay. All better.”

Steve turned back around, eyes meeting hers once again. “Great. Thanks.” He chuckled, stepping closer. “Well…Great. Um…”

Aria held back a smile, staring into his eyes. She could feel the bottom of his jacket touch the tips of her fingers.

“Guess we should, uh, get back to the investigation.” Steve said. She nodded her head, agreeing. “‘The obvious things are not what people observe.’ Or…’Do…Don't observe.’” Aria looked at him, confused. “Or…Sherlock Holmes.” He walked away, leaving the girl alone to her thoughts.

“What?” Aria whispered, not knowing what just happened.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington series #angst #fluff #reticent series #steve harrington x aria kaul #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic

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Envoy

Blood Moon from @barbwritesstuff

4 u @ollifree , the Olli to my Mahim

“...You sure about this?” Olli sighed at the silence that followed, wondering why, exactly, she thought Mahim would respond over the din of whatever he seemed to be humming along to. It explained why she’d walked into the living room to find Ed upside down over the couch, giving her a look that was part lost and part exasperated, mouthing he’s still in there, and making no further move. Mahim’s eyes were still trained on the full-length mirror he alone had managed to secure for the pack, his music turned up so loud that Olli could feel the headache it was bound to give him. He only ventured this close to ear damage when he was upset, or trying in vain to drown out the moon. Or both.

Clicking her tongue, Olli crossed the small room in a stride, sidestepping the mess of discarded outfits she knew he’d agonize over, later, and yanked a side of his earphones off.

“Ow!”

“Hi.” Olli reiterated, over the radio hum of what seemed to be 80s bollywood.

Mahim’s scowl fell away in an instant. “Alpha, I didn’t see you there.”

“I asked, thrice, by the way, if you’re sure about this.”

“Oh,” He shuffled, threading a strand of his black hair around a finger, then letting it go. “I am. I’d tell you if I weren’t.”

Olli eyed him, then shrugged, and settled down at the edge of his bed. Smiling at her, Mahim went back to fluffing up his hair so that the curly dark ringlets shone almost obsidian beneath the light. Cut low at the neck, his shirt was a pale, sparkling yellow that contrasted with his beaded shawl splashed with many colours. He swept a line of gloss over his lips, before gathering up his hair again. “Leave it down, or up?”

Olli blinked. “You’re...going to meet the hunter. Dressed like that.”

“Down, I think.” Mahim let his hair fall in a curtain of curls down to his lower back. “And of course I am!” He began to curl his long lashes around a stick of mascara. “I’m your envoy, Alpha. Your ambassador, your peacekeeper. I need to look presentable.”

She snorted, preparing to respond with a jest before the words rang oddly in her chest, picking at an instinct older than Alpha, older than this hell of a week, something born of the months between then and now, this knowing when Mahim’s cheer veered to a touch too deliberate, put-upon as the lotion he scrubbed beneath his eyes to will away weeks’ worth of dark circles and tired tears. There was a scar he hid beneath his hair, a clean, clinical cut from the nape of his neck, down his back, silver and faded.

Where’s that from? She’d asked, what felt like a million years ago, in a world where she hadn’t known Mahim better than she knew her own heart.

Hunters. He’d replied, and refused to elaborate. He didn’t need to, but there was more, Olli knew, more a secret he kept from even her, a hurt he cradled so privately that she wanted, sometimes, nothing more than to protectprotectprotect him what she couldn’t even see.

And so she said, “You don’t have to be. You don’t have to force yourself into anything-”

“What, and Ed does? And you do?”

“Mahim.”

He turned to her, finally, the walls falling from behind his kohl-rimmed eyes. Overbright. Shit. “Let me do what I can, Alpha.”

She thought of napkins folded neatly over newly-polished tables, of clumps of daisies picked from the wayside, hewn into Izzie’s hair, of the relentless peacepeacepeace in his faint, coal-and-earth-and-wolf scent. She thought of waking up on Tuesday to find him scrubbing the kitchen counter till he could see his own face in it, of him gathering JiAn into his arms, after a long, shuddering spell of silence, to turn the speakers on again.

Please wove wordlessly around her again, lingering at the edges of his hurt silence.

“You’re already doing a lot.” She told him. “You don’t need to put yourself through playing nice with a fucking Hunter for it.”

He looked away, abruptly. “’m not playing nice.” He mumbled. “And it’s not just for Blackwell, either. We need people on our side, debt or friendship, if we’re gonna live here. If we don’t- we-” He swallowed. “It’s not more than I can handle, Olli, I promise.”

There was that, too. The we need people on our side. The twenty-one times she’d counted him practicing hello, hello, hello before he’d said it.

Mess. The mess of it all that Olli kept sharpened beneath her claws into flintstones that sparked both her humor and her rage, Mahim folded into sixteenths he tucked inwards like a handkerchief, its surface polished smooth into home, and love, and pride, into rebuilding the bare bones of everything he hated so he could watch it shine in the mirror, a halo around himself, into we need people on our side.

The thing was, the thing really was, he wasn’t even wrong. He wasn’t, not most of the time.

“I just-” Olli let her voice taper away into uncertainity for the first time since she’d assumed her title. “You’ve got a choice, okay? With all of us.”

lovelovelovelove.

“Thank you, Alpha.” He said softly, light sealing the fault lines of doubt between them. “If there’s a chance for peace to be found in all this, you know.”

Olli ran her hand up a sunflower-patterned pillow, frowning. “Yeah.”

“He’s not those hunters.” Mahim went on. “I can tell. I know the eyes the others have.”

Olli neither agreed nor disagreed, nor did she think that Lee’s intentions mattered as much as Mahim’s comfort did, nor did she like that he knew how to tell the difference, how he had to learn to tell the difference.

“And if he isn’t-”

“I rip his fucking heart out.”

There was the wolf, the hint of a growl, the golden flash in his eyes. It was gone before Olli could blink, beaten back into sweet-soft and gentle like he always did. If shit went south, Olli remembered, that hunter was coming out in pieces.

She let out a breath. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Mahim was smiling again, admiring his own handiwork in the mirror. Absently, he drummed his fingers over his collar, over the tattoo peeking from behind fabric.

Olli was a stranger to the language, but not to the name. Janaki. A simple line of numbers Mahim still knew by heart, saved still in his phone, as Ma. It took that frantic, little gesture of his, that absent minded search for his mother, for Olli to remember why she’d come here in the first place.

“Mahim,” She got to her feet and opened her arms. “Come here.”

He did.

Mahim, worker of miracles, talker of birds out of trees, fairytale prince among wolves. He could wring a hunter’s heart for it’s last dew-drop of sympathy. He could wash cuffs and collars, sheets and pillowcases clean of the last bloodstains of grief. He could hold her hand when it was the last thing she cared for, stitch the guilt out of her one little nudge at a time. He could waltz into lives and live there. He could hunt, more vicious than any wolf save Olli herself, and cast it away as easy as it were a coat. He could drown the moon out with music. Or at least pretend to. He could weep all night and shine golden in the morning. He could face the worst of his fears with a smile that reached his eyes. He could tell her, quietly, firmly, that he trusted noone better with the pack, and he could make anyone, even herself, believe it.

But he couldn’t, he couldn’t hide from her.

One half of my heart. He’d called her. The storm to his calm, the twin to his soul, his anchor within this family where everyone belonged to each other and to noone at all.

She felt his shoulders relax the instant her arms were around him, and her own with it, so used to dismissing the weight of all she carried upon them.

Safesafesafesafe.

homehomehome.

Mahim pulled away from the hug, leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Thank you, Alpha. I’ll bring flowers home.”

Olli smiled. “I know.”

#blood moon #mahim #hap borth olli!#uwu

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Enter Venomgirl

Ch.23

Shade’s POV

“I think you almost had it that time.” Pav said. Yeah, like crashing into birds, falling on my face from 5 stories high, and getting yelled at by people that I almost ruin their kars.

“Let's continue some other time. I think Shade is tried, right Shade?” Gwen said saw me exhausted and yeah she was right. Doesn’t help I’m getting hungry causing me to get a bit grumpy

“Yeah.”

“I take you back Shade. Gwen has band practice soon” Pavitr said as he opened the portal.

“Yeah, I’ll join you guys later. See ya!” Gwen then jumped off a building and swung away. Me and Pav walked into the portal back at HQ it was nightime. Man, time doesn’t make sense since it was like afternoon over at Gwen’s Earth.

“I hope they serving those veggie samosa again! They're so good! Have ever had those, Shade?”

“Uh yeah. Those are Sector 23 type food.”

“You need to explain this Sector thing you keep talking about. I’m guessing it is like countries to you. I’m from India so that means I’m Sector 23 right?”

I nodded “Yeah, I was about to go to that Sector when I was in teen but…” I stop myself not wanting to bring up my past. Pavitr must have read me as he changed the subject. I can feel that I was uncomfortable about it.

“Hey, you don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to. Come on, your symbiote must be hungry.”

“ Vuck yeah, I am! All that swing you been doing” I see Kuro up and active again I smirk at her and roll my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah let go feed me.”

We head to the cafe area to see Miles, Hobie, Peni, and 42 there, eating together. Pav waved at them and so did I.

“Hey, Pav! Hey Shade! What you two have been up to?” Miles asked

I sigh since I was tired from all that swinging training and my arm is swelled from all the swinging. How does Arachnidqueen do it? She makes it look easy!

“Training to learn how to swing which I’m now debating if ever want to do that again.”

Pav nudges me gently and has a smirk on his face. “Hey! You were doing much better than a few hours ago. With my help, you be swing like us pros in no time.”

“Or you can be like me and use gravity boot or something.” 42 pointed out as he drank his smoothie he had.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought “That would be nice if I wear shoes or boots.”

Everyone looks at me with a confessed look. I left up my feet to show them it looked like I was wearing boots but I was not. Just like my arms, my feet is completely black so I can change them at will. My black toes are out and I made a small tendril on the back of my heel to give the illusion that I’m wearing boots.

“I can’t wear boots or normal clothes anymore. They get in the way.”

“Wait. that means you naked right now?!” Miles said he quickly closed his eyes trying to be modest and not look at me. Even Peni and 42 look away, well 42 just turns his head try look like he wasn’t affected by the revelation. I blushed, why would he say it like that?!

“I’m not! I have a body suit under these just in case I get knocked out. That happened a couple of times in the past. My friend helps me out.”

“Wow, they must have been nice.” Peni said, I gave off a sad smile, didn’t have the heart to tell her but I guess they figured out that my friend was no longer alive.

“Oh, I’m sorry I-”

“No worry it's fine.” I cut her off before she went too deep on asking. I noticed they have holograms or what I think it is, in the middle of the table.

“What were guys doing anyway?”

Peni and then turn then turn back to the hologram. “Oh. we were studying all the villains. There were some that were only native to one earth while others were more common. You should join us. This might help you in the future.”

“There no point. Once that collider thing is fixed I won’t have to deal with it.” everyone gave on a weird look like they had heard that one before. “Right?”

“You are not wrong mate, but even with a collider destroyed sometimes it leaves holes in your earth.” Hobie said as he ate his sandwich “So best learn who is who. Never know when one of these cunts come knocking at your door.” Hobie then got up from his seat. “Let me grab you something to eat before I head out.”

I wonder where he going? I didn’t dwell on it too much as I sat down at the table. Pavitr also joined at the table. Hobie returns with some food for me and Pav, I remove my face mask and start eating trying not to unhinged my jaw too far. Kuro unfortunately didn’t do that and had her tongue wave around to grab the first thing. Miles talked to Hobie before he left.

“So where you going?” Miles asked

“Have met up with a few people but I’ll come back as soon as I’m done. Ya’ll keep being pretty you hear.” Hobie joked as he waved us goodbye.

I went back to eating as Peni was scrolling through the picture. I remember that one Pokdots guy who fought with Hobie and Miles.

“Hey, that's the spot guy. That one is just black and white, unlike the one we fought.”

“Yeah. he from the earth- 984. There are not a lot of Spots variants. But after the event of my Spot, we take them seriously now. Especially since there immune to glitching.”

“What is this Spot event you guys keep telling me about? It's like something big happened to you guys?” I asked, from the look on their face had looked like they didn’t want to talk about it, and can feel there nervousness coming from them. Mostly, towards Miles.

“Do you want me to tell her?” everyone turned to 42 who was the only one that doesn't feel nervous like the other three. “Already told her that Miguel tried to get your dad killed, so it's not a big deal.”

“You what ?!” both Miles and Pavitr yelled at 42, which caught me off guard. Miles’s electricity comes out and shocks the table. Peni was able to grab the device be the electricity was able to hit it. I quickly got up not wanting to be hit otherwise I be down for an hour. Already got shocked by Miles once and going to make sure it once.

“What? She saw the heat that your parents and Miguel had. Shade going to be asking the question sooner than later. And you know me and Hobie would give her an answer that you and Miguel don’t like so either you tell her now or I will.” 42 folded his arm really having a serious tone in his voice. For a kid, he sounds more mature for his age.

Mile quietly curses to himself guessing he has no choice but to tell me. I put my hands up not wanting to force him if he doesn’t want to talk about it. I’ll let my curiosity die out.

“Hey! Don’t force yourselves to tell me! I’m not into gossip!”

“ I am, spill the coffee bloody pits!”

“Kuro, shut up!” I blushed. Great one! Why does she say things on my mind out loud?!

“No, 42 is right. It's just I don’t want to have any Ill will towards Miguel. Me and him have been…trying to mend our relationship together. I’m not the only one. There were more spiders in HQ. some were killed and others left after the Spot event.”

“Why?”

“Mr. O’hara’s leadership was put into question. There is this thing called ‘Canon Event’ where spiders are destined to live through an event that happens to other Spiders. It happens to every spider.” Pav spoke up as he drank some of his drink. Miles and Peni nodded. Peni then pulls a picture of her and another girl.

“Yeah, you wanted to know why spiders are weary of symbiotes? They are known as Symbiotes events I had my a little after I joined. It was a bit different from most but it still affected me all the same.”

I nodded as I continued to listen.

“When I first came to society, it wasn’t very great. My spot had beef with me because he thought that I was the reason I turned him into that. To be fair it was my Kingpin that started it all. Anyway, I learned that the reason why they didn’t allow me to join was because of the spider that bit me was meant to bit 42, which messed up a lot of things. But since I was now a Spider-Man I had to follow the canon which during that time…I had to let my dad die since he had become the police captain and that was one of the canon events and Miguel told me if I infer with that my earth will be erased. I refused to let my dad die so I tried to stop it and Miguel chased me down with a bunch of people. I got away but I landed on 42’s earth. We had a nice talk”

“More like I kick your ass.” 42 comment as he took a bite of his food. Peni and Pav just look at him with a ‘really?’ look. Miles rolled his eyes

“Well, after we ‘talked’ we worked together to stop the Spot and also get Miguel to listen to reason that there is another way to stop the canon event. Turn out there is a way…kind of.”

I nodded remembering what 42 had said: Miles got bitten by a spider that was meant to bite me, but his earth Kingpin brought that spider to his earth and bit him.

‘So that what he meant’

“Canon event can be negated as long as the person is from that earth that negated it. Or that is what we got so far. Canon events are still tricky.”

I nodded as sat there taking in all that Miles had told me. Can’t believe Miguel would chase down a kid just to try save his dad.

“Uh hey…”

My attention was back to Miles, he was smiling at me.

“Like I said I don’t want you to think I’ll about Miguel like a bad dude, despite what happened…I still respect him. I know he has been through a lot and I totally kind of understand why he did what he had to do. The reason why most people stay at HQ is that they wouldn’t feel lonely anymore and that is one thing Miguel did for us. And tío is cool the more you get to know him.”

Both Peni and Pav agree with Miles's statement while 42 kind of scoffed on it. I wonder what canon event Arachnidqueen went through? Did it affect me? No wonder Miguel is so much uptight with getting rid of the collider. The Six probably don’t know about the Canon, and if they mess something up. My Earth is vuck.

Hobie’s Pov

Wonder what the old block wants with me? He doesn’t usually call me into his office but it seems important or what my gut has told me it is. I enter his creepy spooky lab, he can make killing for Halloween hunted house. For once, he was not high up looking dumb but, was on the ground. I see Miguel looking over some data on the computer not taking his eyes off the screen. Mate, you're going to be blind and you have the better eyesight.

“Hey, ex-boss man, what you want? I was doing something important.” I joked knowing damn well he was watching us, he has a very bad habit of doing that. I can hear him sighing as turns to me, he looks like shit or a least hasn’t slept well for a while. I wouldn’t blame him too much as there has been so much shit going on for the past few days.

“I have a question for you.”

“And I may have an answer.”

Miguel rubs his temple probably annoyed by my answer which I smirk from it, he does need to light up a bit. He is getting better after the deal with 42’s Collider.

“How many times did you go to Earth- 2424?”

Now I’m folding my arms why does he need to know?“And why you need to know.”

“Look Hobie, I’m not trying to butt in with what you do most time. But you are going to dangerous ban earth. There are like you guys say ‘fucked up’ people I’m trying to figure out, if you hoping back and forth to that earth might may a big enough hole for someone to hop in on that earth and helping the Alachemax and their Six. Carnage has a watch and Shade Six also has one. I need to know if they didn’t scan your watch to copy their own.”

I shook my head, that doesn’t seem right. There seems to be something bigger besides me hopping on that earth and it might have something to do with data behind Miguel. I can see words Compound R and subjects, Zee told me about that. How people on that Earth get their power from the compound but they are inject it when there still in the womb because anyone that wasn’t born with it gets mutated or that was what Zee told me.

“How, about we trade information then? What that behind you and I tell ya how many times I went. Something tells that have something to do with Shade ey?” Pointing to the information behind him, Miguel glared at me knowing I saw that.

“Yes, it does have something to do with Shade but it also has something to do with Collider too. Look, once I figure out what going on the Compound R I’ll explain it to you.”

“Not me mate, Shade. She has that stuff in her that is why she is not like a normal symbiote. When I first saw her my spider sense went off but not as strong as symbiotes on my earth i’m guessing that has to do with compound R in her correct? At least tell me that.”

“Shade has something else in her but like I said I’ll tell her when get all the data sorted out to tell her. I don’t want to overwhelm her.”

I didn’t say anything, Miguel isn’t the type to lie to me but I don’t like it when try to avoid it. “I have been on that Earth less than four times. The first time, I was just exploring to piss you off.” I smirk as he glared at me “The second time I was helping Zee and them out. And the last two were after we met Shade. Happy?”

“Yes, thank you.” Miguel was about to head back to what he doing before. I saw him grip his left forearm, he hated that mark on that arm. He only grips it when something reminds him of ‘that’.

“Not going to warn me about going to that earth?”

Miguel sigh and turn back around “Knowing you. You won’t listen. Hobie I know you oldest of the group and you do a great job being the older brother to Miles and them but you're not invincible remember that. Just…be careful.”

I nodded being a bit surprised at what he just said. Funny, I do see him almost as a father figure like Peter B. I will never tell him that. Got to keep my punk cred going. As I was about to head back towards the other I heard a beep from the cellphone. I reach into my vest and grab the cell phone that Zee gave me. There is a text message from it:

Have new information about the collider, please come as soon as you can. Please bring only one of you. My team was still not happy the last time you came with a group.

I look at the message, and something seems off about it, but sometimes you have to play the tune. I opened the portal to the location of the message told me. When exiting out of it, Shade’s earth was night. As I looked around I saw two people in front of me who were lying on the floor. As I got closer to them I saw Zee and a kid had seen her one time. I think his name was Timothy. They were both beaten up pretty badly. I ran to them to see if there breathing and I was glad they were.

“Oh ho, I got a spider in my web.”

My spider senses went off as I saw red tendrils come out of nowhere I was able to dodge it. Fuck hell, it's a trap.

“Hey you fucking block. It's low for to bully a kid you know.”

I saw Carnage smile at me. “Hey, don’t be upset. I didn’t bully them. She did.”

He pointed behind me and as he did, my spider sense went off just as strong as the time I was at lab on this earth. Then I felt like something went through my head. Everything went blurry as I turned around to see a figure I couldn’t make it out.

“Strange, he didn’t get infected like the other one, i will have up dose next time.” I heard her say, what did she mean by that? It was the last thing I thought before blacking out.

Shade’s Pov

“So that one is a Kaven that you were talking about?” I asked looking at all the villain's pictures, he was just like Kane. I decided that they were right, I should study these hell some of them are similar to the ones on my Earth so maybe I could use this to my advantage. It was just me, Miles, and 42. Peni and Pav left not too long ago. Peni had night classes and Pav said he had a date with his girlfriend Gayatri Singh. So it is just us three.

“yeah, he doesn’t have animal control powers. Well, I don’t know but he does have some hunting skills and almost every Kaven loves hunting Spider-people. It gives him the thrill of the hunt.” Miles said

Man, that just sounds like my Kane. he loves to fight me and wants to fight Berzerk again but won’t let him have it. I flip to the next one, so far there are no evil spider-people so I just would have to watch how Miles and them fight. They fight differently compared to Arachnidqueen, as she uses her webs more for offense than others. They used there for defense something a hero would. The next villain I saw was a woman with four robotic hands and bee hive hair. I read her name.

“Dr. Olivia Octavius aka Doc Ock?”

“Yeah, that the bitch that almost fuck up my Earth as well as his.” 42 said who having bitterness in his voice.

I look at the picture harder, to me she doesn’t seem too threatening but then again I said that to the Spot guy.

“Did you also have beef with her?”

Both Miles nodded.

“Yeah, she’s my Doc Ock. She the reason for me and 42 Earths are kind of messed up. My Spot also caused it but she was the leader who made that collider. If she didn’t make that machine my…Spider-man would still be alive.” Miles looks down in shame and 42 pat him on the back He’s trying to cheer him up, but I can sense the guilt coming off of them both. Without thinking, I reach out. But not with my arms, but with my tendrils, wrapping them around the two boys. Their eyes widen as they feel me hold them close in an odd version of a hug

“Hey! It's not your guy's fault. I…I know what like for something beyond your control to happen to you. But, now is now, and got to live for it.” I said as I could see myself in the two boys when I was young. How I blame myself for everything. I still do but I trying to move on. That is what they would want me to do.

“Yeah, you're right.” Miles said. I smile at them. Not realizing I’m squeezing them together too hard from my tendrils

“Can chill on the hugging?!” 42 wheeze out.

I blushed as I quickly put my tendrils away. I get very hugging when I feel someone down. It is sometimes hard for me to stop my tendril from coming out. I should ask them if this is normal for Symbioates. Once I let go both of the boys took a deep breath, I must been squeezing them.

“Man, you make Miguel’s hug feel like a teddy bear compared to yours.” 42 groans as he rubs his arms. Miles nodded trying to get feeling in his arms too. Kuro giggled while I just blushed harder.

“Do you have a Doc Ock? Or something similar? You said you have a Sinster six or what yours called again?” 42 asked

“Yes, they called themselves the Valiant Six. Miles, you meant Arachnidqueen. She second command of the group. Kane is like a lackey also Father Time. he is an old man that can control time.”

“ yeah, but only for 5 seconds. And it's easy to counter it once you have seen it. We haven’t seen him for a while.” Kuro added. Kuro is right about that

“Dr.Rose. I think he may be my Doc Ock as he can make the illusion.”

“That not a Doc Ock that a Mysterio.” 42 then show me a picture of a guy that has a fish bowl for a mask. He looks lame looking, Dr.Rose looks better than that. Wow, I never thought I said Dr. Rose has a good taste of outfits.

“Oh. well, he mine then. There Battleready, he can summon all types of guns but only can summon one at a time so he not hard to beat.” Miles was counting on his finger on the fifth finger guessing keeping track of my six.

“So…who is the sixth one?” Miles asked. I sighed, had to tell them because I was scared of her the most out of the sixth. I hate Arachnidqueen but her…she something else.

“Her name is Penny.”

Both of the boys laughed because of her name. But when they say that and Kuro not laughing they say that there is something off about Penny.

“Miles, do you remember when we were all at the lab? She was there.”

Miles’s eyes widen he might have felt it too. “When you were there, did you feel like there was a hand on your throat?” I asked Miles. Miles gave me a serious look and nodded.

“Yeah, my spider-senses were going off like crazy too. It was like I was surrounded by danger.”

“Because you were. Penny’s power is something you can’t see, no one can see it. No one but me.” I always make sure to avoid her. Penny is the leader, and she makes plans that give Zee have hard time gathering people and fighting Alachemax. She there a trump card and rightfully shows. “The best I describe it, they look like hands.”

“Why are you the only one that can see them?” 42 asked as he still looking through all the pictures on the holoscreen. Guessing trying to see what Penny looks like. I don’t think Miguel put a picture of her. “Is it because of your a symbiote or something?”

I wonder if 42 was right on that? I don’t know much about the symbiotes but how Miguel and the other Spiders treat them like something you shouldn’t mess with.

“I don’t know. All I do know is that she main mastermind with this how collider dealing.”

“ That or her merda father,” Kuro said as she hopped on my shoulder to finish eating. Miles and 42 were taking in on what I had said. Till I note the time maybe time different for them but for me I feel like it should be around 11:00 at night so i’m getting tried. I let out a big yawn, which I’m guessing my jaw unhinge to show my massive teeth. I look at the two boy would eyes were widen.

“Isn’t your jaw hurt when you do that?” 42 asked. I shook my head

“No, my jaw is really strong, Void. I probably bite through steel. But anyway I going to hit the hay, don’t guys has home work or something.”

“Teah your right, have to help this Miles with his Spanish homework.” 42 smirk while Miles blushed for being call out.

“Hey’m not the one that got a B- on my Spanish again.”

“Look who talking! You also got a B on your calculus exam. Man, your mom threw a fit at you.” Miles said back and 42 just glared and stuck out his tongue.

“Bueno, al menos yo no uso google para traducir.”

“What, google, and why do you need it to translate?”

Both of them look at me surprised.me and Kuro wonder did I said something wrong

“ Did I-Shade say something?”

“You know Spanish?” Miles asked

“What that?” I asked. They both look at me dumbfounded

“I’m beat,” I said as I headed back to Miguel’s office or lab so I could go to that room. I am so glad he gave me a map to find his lab because most of these paths require me to be able to stick on walls like the other Spiders. I know I have been here for like few days and every time I come here I keep feel like i do not belong here. I don’t know why I care about that. It's not like I going to join them. It's not like I can join them. I know Miguel told the other Spiders I’m not a threat or anomaly but I can still feel their fear and their hatred of me. Are symbiotes that bad? Am I just a ticking time bomb waiting to go off for them? I mean they're not wrong if they think that.

‘Kuro, when was the last time I went into Berzerk?’

‘ Uh, like it has been almost two years. We had a bunch of close calls but we-I mean you were able to keep your cool.’

‘Yeah, but how long?’ I thought as I looked at my hand, ever since I fought Carnage. Void, ever since I fell into Miguel’s earth, I feel like I’m going to lose it soon. I can feel it more and more. I don’t know when it will come and I won’t know what to do if I do go into Berzerk. I don’t want to hurt them. Those kids, were Peter, Jess, and Miguel. That is why we need to stop them as soon as possible. I can deal with it alone as I have been doing.

I enter Miguel's lab as dark as it usually is. Man, he likes it dark. Then again, I’m not the type to judge. I head to the back room he has for me and open the door. I was surprised to see Miguel there, he looked like he was sleeping. I took one step in but the moment I did I felt tears coming down from my eyes. I felt a wave of sadness, fear, anger and guilt. It was suffocating to me. I look over to Miguel who has some tears. He looks like he been crying. Is he having a bad dream?

I walked over to him and was about to wake him up. He must have really bad dream if I can feel his emotion in his sleep. Great ones he more emotionally then I thought. He hide them away better the most but when it leaks out… there overwhelms. I put my hand on his shoulder to wake him up or least give him heads up to tell him i’m here too.

“Please…no more…please stop.”

The moment I did, memories flashed in my eyes that weren’t mine. I see doctors or scientists experimenting on someone. There sitting on the chair inside machine flashes. Building glitching out, looking down to see a girl in my hands hearing her call out for help before she disappears. There is so much around. So much sadness, fear, and anger

“Shade!”

Someone is calling my name.

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Friendly Faces Everywhere

Codename Dovahkiin Part 2

Now that the Stick of Truth RPG is over it's time for N.K. to face the normal everyday life of South Park.

She should have known nothing in South Park is ever normal!

Day to day the craziness of this supposed quiet little mountain town she has to combat now.

Thank god, she has Tammy, Wendy, her boys, and her Social Media/Magical Girl Powers on her side.

This gonna be a wild ride!

Main Pairing: New Kid/Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski

Chapter 8: Why is it all so complicated?

Kenny and I are waiting before school for Heidi to talk about being a polycule.

I will be truthful to you guys.

I’m nearly pissing my pants.

This could end badly in so many ways, that I’m really thinking about just to call all off.

I’m happy with Heidi, I can change this future I saw or hallucinated.

Why should I have more?

Because sometimes you fall in love and can’t stop it.

I love Heidi.

I love Kenny.

I also love Kyle, but he is right now not here or wants to be part of it as it seems.

What I try to say is, my feelings won’t go away.

I can’t let go, because they are true and pure and intense.

Never in my eleven years on Earth, I would have thought I would have such drama in my love life so young.

I thought in High School this shit was about to happen.

Shows again how unnormal I am.

At least I’m not alone…Kenny is unnormal too.

I wonder if I have seen him die and don’t remember it. He didn’t tell me this.

I really hope I don’t have to choose between Kenny and Heidi.

I…I just can’t.

Finally, we see Heidi arriving. She looks curious, yet worried.

I wonder what she is thinking.

I hope that she doesn’t think I want to break up with her to be with Kenny because that’s totally not it!

“Hey Heidi.”, I greet. “Thanks for coming this early here to talk.”

My girlfriend nods.

“Of course. You sounded like you were dying. Also…what do you and Kenny want to talk about?”

Kenny and I look at each other. He gives me an encouraging nod.

Right, it’s the best I talk.

So slowly and carefully I explain to Heidi what is going on.

That I love her, but I still love Kenny and Kyle.

That Kenny loves me back and would be even okay with it if I date her and him at the same time or also that we all date each other.

When I finish talking I feel like throwing up.

It doesn’t get better seeing Heidi’s tears in her eyes.

“You know…I had a feeling…I felt that you never stopped to love Kenny and Kyle.”, she sniffles and I just want to hug her and never let her go. Hurting Heidi was never an option for me, yet here we are. “I’m not enough?”

“You are enough!”, I yelled desperately.

“Yet you still want the boys too. N.K., I don’t know if I can do this. Polyamory is not for everyone.”

“Heidi, love, look-“

“No.”, she interrupts me. “Don’t choose me because you don’t want to hurt me. Even if we stay together…you would still love Kenny and Kyle…right?”

What else can I do than nod?

My girlfriend signs heavily, wiping away her tears.

“I…need some time to think about it…Can we have a break, N.K.?”

Saying I’m not hurt by it is an understatement, but I will give Heidi as much time as she wants.

Why do I have a feeling my whole life will change when Heidi makes her decision?

A whole week passes by.

I stay mostly with Tammy away from our fourth-grade friends, since Heidi is with them. I told Kenny that till Heidi tells us her decisions, it would be better if we stayed just friends too.

No one shall make a move on the other.

Kyle gets invited to the White House and gets a medal for his speech about Caitlyn Jenner being a hero.

Also, we have suddenly a lot of Canadien students in our school.

Today at lunch I and Tammy watch fascinating how our new classmate and friend Emma puts so much maple syrup on her pancakes, that you can’t even recognize them anymore.

“You wanna have a taste, buddy?”, the red-haired girl ask us with a light French accent.

She comes from Quebec, yes the Quebec like in the caverns Kenny, Kyle, and I enter to free the Minister of Montreal, and there they speak French apparently.

Canada is so weird, guys.

“No thanks, Emma.”, answers Tammy for us. “Enjoy your pancakes.”

Which she did with gusto.

Well, no judgment from me. I could eat my Mamma Lasagne any day.

Anyway, it’s nice to have a new friend and learn more about Canada.

The next day, P.C. Principal with some of our Canadien students what us to show a play about Canadian history, only for Mr. Garrison to come in and be a grand dick.

I want to point out that all Americans, besides the Native Americans, came from immigrants, who took this country away from the people who truly were born here.

Garrison and all his possy who are against immigrants are so two-faced.

But okay telling P.C. Principal he has a pizza face and sucks his mom's dick was funny.

Not so funny was saying to the Canadien that they should be all fucked to death.

No wonder, that even Emma didn’t want to talk to me and Tammy.

She stormed out of school with her Canadian friends.

I’m thinking if I somehow can fix this mess with a good hashtag on social media when I hear my fourth-grade male friends talking.

“Are you serious!”, I walk over to them, Tammy right behind me. “You want that Leo puts an Romeo and Juilette’s a Canadian girl, how is this going to work?”

“Didn’t they die at the end?”

“Yes, Tammy, they died at the end because both were stupid teenagers who couldn’t like wait a few seconds and check the pulse of their supposed death love.”

“I don’t wanna die!”, whines Leo.

“You aren’t going to die, Butters!”, tells him Cartman. “You just have to date a Canadien girl nothing more.”

“Guys, we aren’t playing Stick of Truth. You can’t unite two countries with two fourth graders.”

“Do you have a better plan, Douchebag?!”

I take out my phone and start tipping.

“Watch and learn my young Padawans.”

I admit, I greatly understatement the stupidity of my fellow Americans. Garrison has already a lot of support, that my Hashtags CanadaIsOurFriend and CanadaAmericaUnity aren’t trending as much as they should.

Or my powers are broken.

So poor Leo was forced to ask out a Canadien girl named Charlotte.

From what I have seen of her she is cute.

Still, it pisses me off that Leo has to do this and my Social Media Powers are fucking with me.

“Have you tried to turn yourself off and on again?”, asks me Tammy, the smartass.

We are in my room, she is laying on my bed reading Naruto, while I stare in anger at all my social media on my computer.

I can’t figure out what is wrong!

“Haha, so funny.”, I fake-laugh and click like possed on the reblog and retweet buttons to get my Hashtags rolling. “My powers are fucking with me when I need them.”

“Last week you seemed to have lost your fighting spirit and now it’s back. You didn’t tell me what happened exactly.”

So I do.

Besides Kenny’s curse, I tell Tammy anything.

After I’m done Tammy suddenly sits up and stares with wide eyes at me.

“N.K., what if your powers are influenced by your emotions? How you tried to transform?”

“I haven’t…”

“Then do it now!”

I try to find the energy in myself to transform, but…there is nothing.

“Tammy, you might be on something!”, I tell her.

“Transforming also doesn’t work. N.K. currently you are under a lot of emotional stress maybe it blocks all your powers and that’s why your Social Media Powers and your Magical Girl Form don’t work.”

Desperate I let myself fall into her arms.

“This is such bullshit, Tammy! I barely know anything about my powers and they seem to always fuck me over.”

“Have you tried talking with your parents about it?”, softly she strokes my hair.

“Whenever I try, they block or change the subject.”

“I wish we could go…I don’t know in some secret lab and try to find something about your powers!”

…Wait…

I stand up and lead her out of my room.

When she asks me what I’m doing, I tell her that maybe we can find some clues in my parent’s stuff. For that we need to go into the basement and then the cellar.

The next day’s Tammy and I fight our way through lots and lots of documents.

So much I didn’t know…so much I’m learning.

But all is pointing in one direction.

Washington D.C.

Where I was born.

How the fuck should we get there?

While we were occupied with that, Mr. Garrison apparently raped the Canadien President to death and all our Canadien friends return home.

Mr. Garrison is in so high spirits that he actually tries to run for president.

Hah, if he wins I will call fatass a whole day only Eric!

So there is only one thing left after this days.

I get a message from Heidi, asking me to meet her at the playground.

As I see her sitting on the swing, slowly, swinging back and forth, I have my answers.

“You…break up with me?”, nonetheless I ask, trying to not cry like a baby.

Heidi stops swinging and stands up.

Tears are in her eyes too.

“I love you N.K. and being with you were the best weeks of my life.”, she whispers like she is scared she will disturb the silence of the night.

Only the stars are witnesses of our heartbreaks.

“But you…you still will break up with me.”

“I…I want someone that treats me and only me as his or hers anything.”, she admits, looking down at the ground.

Both our tears are making it wet.

“I don’t think I can be part of a polycule, I don’t want to share. I know you would stay only with me, but you will never stop loving Kenny and Kyle. I can’t force you to love only me. Like you can’t force me to try to love someone beside you or share you.”

I bit my lips and nodded.

“So…this is it?”

“This is it…”

A river of tears falls down my cheeks. My heart feels destroyed, yet also freed.

Heidi was sincere with me.

And I have to accept that I can’t have my perfect ending.

Because perfect doesn’t exist.

“We can still be friends…”, Heidi trails off.

I let out a little huff and smile bittersweet at her.

“I love you Heidi, I can’t jump back to being a friend. Maybe in the future but for the next weeks…”

“No, I get it.”

With this, she turns around to walk home.

“Goodbye N.K., thank you for the love you gave me. You will be forever my first love. I will never forget our time together. I…I wish you and Kenny the best…and I hope Kyle will love you both.”

“I wish you find someone who will give you the happiness you deserve Heidi. I’m devasted that I couldn’t be it.”

Heidi gives me one last smile and then she walks away.

Like I’m a statue I stay in place at the playground, watching her go, crying for us.

Slowly it starts to rain.

I’m cold and wet, but I just can’t seem to move.

I close my eyes and face the sky.

The raindrops are like the caress of a lover.

The perfect end doesn’t exist, I remind myself.

This night I dream again.

I dream about a beautiful older Heidi, holding a pretty red-haired boy in her arms.

He isn’t Alexander or the child I was pregnant with from my other dream. I just know it.

Kenny joins her side with Layla and Naomi, as Kyle and Alexander take my hands to go to join our family.

This…this is my perfect happy ending.

Impossible and beautiful.

I wake up, staring at my ceiling.

New tears roll down my cheeks.

It’s like he knew that something was wrong as my window opens slowly and Mysterion pokes his head in.

He doesn’t say anything.

His look is enough.

I reach out with one hand to him.

Not a second later he is beside me in bed, hugging me to his chest, humming a small melody to calm me down.

We stay like this, till the first rays of the sun.

We fall asleep, embraced, and together.

I lost Heidi…but Kenny won’t leave me.

Maybe I don’t need perfect.

Maybe I just need someone who can love like me and love me.

I’m not crying you are. *blows in my tissues*

I’m sorry that N.K. and Heidi broke up, but Heidi seems to me like someone who can’t love more than one person.

Well at least not right now.

She may have dated N.K. and learned a lot about herself, but she still is only 10 and wishes for a monogamous relationship.

Polyamory is a lot of work and for someone so young it’s too difficult to maintain.

N.K. and Kenny are already more mature than most of their age mates, thanks to both of their powers/curses and family situations. N.K. with the moving and leaving behind all, Kenny with his deadbeat parents and practically raising Karen on his own.

They have the mental capacity to make this work.

Okay, the only one right now that could join the polycule would be Kyle, but right now it would mean only that N.K. dates the two guys and they stay friends.

But this is also a K2 fanfiction, we also have to go on the journey of Kenny and Kyle falling in love with each other. :3

Which I can’t wait to write for since K2 is my freacking OTP in South Park. :D

For now, we will have N.K. and Kenny be a pair.

A boy, can you imagine what field day Cartman will have with this? I sure can. XD

Until next time!

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I'm coming to the thought of since I'm scrolling through pinterest that I come up with these and they look to be from edits but not sure of. so the other one that looks to be an edit i'm thinking that's where that came from.

Warning: this will have cussing in here, It does get cringy if you hate preek. it does have a sad parts to it. read it at your own risk.

Poppy: *Comes in after a few days* You ready to talk? The quicker you talk the faster you'll get out....

Creek: *Doesn't say anything*

Poppy: Can I sit?

Creek: *Doesn't say anything but nods*

Poppy: Look, I get it...you don't wanna talk about how you feel, but if you don't talk it won't help me help you...even though you really don't want it. Believe me branch NEVER wanted me to help em...but I did it anyways. Talking about it actually helps you and make you feel good afterwards even though thinking about might sound gross and cringy but once your done it feeellsss really good.

Creek: *Knows it will get em out so he faces her without saying anything*

Poppy: You know why your in here right? or do I got to tell you that to?

Creek: ...No....

Poppy: Perfect! K well you do know that doing what you did to branch is unsafe for the village right...?

Creek: *Nods head*

Poppy: Great! Were both on the same page. Okay to start it off, do you mind telling me how your currently feeling right now?

Creek: *Looks at her in hatred not wanting to tell her what he's thinking. Like why on earth would she wanna know what he's thinking. She will think he's insane if he even says anything but knows it's the only way to get out of it so he signs*

Poppy: You know what creek.....Branch NEVER wanted to talk about his feelings so I made him do it in a diary. I'm sure his is worse then what your thinking *smiles* (Not really she's only saying it to make em feel better)

Creek: *Knows that she's right so he explains how he feels currently* Well, It's just that I uhhh...well I just don't like being in here and I regret what I did to bronch back there and sometimes I just look at the windows and want to break them and jump out and run away but I'm afraid of what would happen afterwards so I just end up hugging my knees and crying to myself wishing I can get out of here faster..

Poppy: Well, like I said...sooner we start to talk the sooner you get out.

Creek: Yeah but sometimes I Just feel fear of the future after this and I feel like It won't be the same after this......

Poppy: Well, creek.. just to let you know that I don't like being in here anymore then you do. I have to put this in my day and help you. So the sooner you chat with me the sooner I can let you go. But I have to help you with whatever your going through right now cause It's not safe to do what you did to branch out there. I'm sure that you understand that.

Creek: *Nods head* I just wanna be happy like I used to be....

Poppy: Well tell me what you felt when you were happy?

Creek: You mean back before I turned into a teenager?

Poppy: *Is confused*

Creek: I have been depressed for a long time..but I just hide it...

Poppy: *Gasps* Creek I'm really sorry. I should of known... why didn't you tell me!? I could of told me!!

Creek: Well, I saw how happy you were with branch and didn't want to ruin it with my depression.....

Poppy: Do....you mind telling me what happened or orrr?

Creek: *Signs and tells her* Back when I was in the forest with my own tribe called the guru trolls. It was so perfect and nice and I had a mom and dad. Then it all happened......I can't recall what had happened but the las thing I saw was....*Voice cracks as he tears up* I saw them lying in a pool a blood dead....and....and....*breaks down* I ran away with no one to to be there!!!😭😭😭😭*Jumps and falls into poppy's arms and sobs* Please poppy!!! I know you hate me!!! But I just beg of u!!! I beg of u to help me!!!!! I'm scared and I I just don't know what to do anymore!!! I don't know if I can take it anymoree😭😭😭😭...........

Poppy: *Melts down and cries with em and rocks em*

Creek: Evryone just sees a traitor but doesn't understand what I'm struggling through......I WANT HAPPINESSSS PLEASSSEE!!!!😭😭😭😭😭 I CAN'T TAKE THIS PAIN AND SUFFERING ANYMORE!!!!!!

Poppy: Shh shh I know. I'm here for you....

Creek: *Stares up at her face then at her lips*

Poppy: *Notices* Uhh you wanna get out to take a walk to cool off? I Got to stay with you I can't have you hurting other trolls.

Creek: *Looks down and away* Sure.

Poppy: *Gets up and walks em out of there*

Creek: *Smiles at her touching his hand*

Poppy: *Looks back and notices him smiling and is confused and notices that his eyes are looking in a direction and follows them and her eyes widens where his gaze ends at and thinks* Oh please don't do this creek pleaase....be strong poppy don't let it go to far*

I don't own this not sure who does but someone. so don't take it.

I don't ship Preek, so don't take this as a ship. anyways i hop that you liked it. odios.

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Chapter 6

"They left early." Anne-Mary points out as she clears the table with Meilin. "Mr. Ciel hasn't even finished his breakfast."

"It sometimes happens to him that he has to arrange something quickly," says Meilin calmly.

"I thought you came here to rest," Anne-Mary shakes her head.

Sebastian knocks on the door of an ordinary stone house, the same as many other buildings in the town. It takes a while for someone to open the door for them, but instead of Dr. Newman, a scowling policeman with a bushy mustache and a big belly button appears at the door.

"What do you want here?" he asks angrily. Then he notices who is actually knocking and is a little taken aback. It's better to get along with the rich.

“We've come to see Dr. Newman.” Ciel announces in a cold tone.

"Why do you want to talk to him?" inquires the policeman, curiously looking at the boy over his stomach.

"I guess my health is a private matter," Ciel retorts.

"I'm afraid Dr. Newman won't be able to see you today," says the policeman, his mustache bristling angrily. "The doctor is going through a difficult time at the moment with the death of a good friend. Come tomorrow or call your personal physician."

With those words, the policeman slams the door in Ciel's face and leaves him standing in the doorway, not caring what he actually needs from the doctor.

Ciel turns with a frown and walks back into the carriage.

"We'll have to keep an eye on Dr. Newman," she tells Sebastian as they return to the villa. "If they killed McCallister yesterday, it's his turn today. Unless the killer makes a detour to Oxford, which I personally find a waste of time ." Ciel stops and looks sternly at his butler.

“Look at Dr. Newman. Nothing can happen to him today. I want to hear him tonight and find out what this is all about."

"Yes, my lord," Sebastian smirks.

- - o - -

"Welcome back Mr. Ciel." Anne-Mary smiles as Ciel walks into the lobby where the girl is cleaning up. "Would you like anything to eat or drink?" he asks politely.

"Get me some tea," Ciel orders. He lets Anne-Mary take off his coat before heading to the room on the first floor.

Anne-Mary clears her coat and runs into the kitchen to arrange for Bard to get his master some tea. The cook is a bit surprised that Sebastian isn't making the tea, but when Anne-Mary explains that he hasn't returned, Bard starts cooking and Anne-Mary goes back to cleaning the lobby.

- - o - -

“Anne-Mary, what's going on?” Bard asks worriedly as the girl stops mid-movement for the umpteenth time.

"I'm worried," Anne-Mary admits. "Mr. Sebastian has been out all day and it's getting dark soon. Something could have happened. They said in the papers that a man was mugged yesterday. What if something happened to him too?"

"You don't have to worry about Sebastian." Bard reassures her. "Nothing will happen to him. If he's out all day, it's because Mr. Ciel wants him to, so everything's fine."

"Ah," Anne-Mary stops.

"As long as Mr. Ciel doesn't worry, we don't have to either," Bard adds, smiling cheerfully. It's surprising that his cigarette didn't fall out of his mouth.

“Will you help me with dinner?” he asks the girl to divert her thoughts.

"I'd love to." Anne-Mary nods. "What should I do?"

"Will you clean the vegetables?" Bard offers her a little uncertainly. He's never had a helper cook before.

Anne-Mary grabs a knife and starts scraping carrots. The bard looks at her for a moment, but then starts preparing the roast.

- - o - -

Anne-Mary is standing in the hallway trying to cough up all the smoke she inhaled in the explosion.

“What – What happened?” he asks between coughing fits.

“I'd say the gunpowder is to blame. There was somehow too much of him," Bard concluded with complete calmness.

"Gunpowder?" repeats Anne-Mary, uncomprehendingly. "What on earth was gunpowder doing in the kitchen? There isn't any gunpowder here."

"I brought him." Bard shrugs. "I cook with him."

Anne-Mary stares at him in astonishment, as if wondering if it's just her. Then he just shakes his head and goes back to the kitchen. He opens the window to let out the acrid smoke and looks around the damaged room.

"Jonathan can't see it yet." Anne-Mary shakes her head, picking up a piece of bent tin that was recently a baking tray from the ground. "I can vividly imagine how he would look. He wouldn't be happy."

"I don't like that Jonathan and his master at all," Bard says matter-of-factly.

"Really?" Anne-Mary wonders. She looks a little surprised, a little disappointed.

"I don't mean to offend you," Bard quickly apologizes. "It's about how he behaved at the ball."

“What did he do?” inquires Anne-Mary.

“Danced with Miss Elizabeth,” Bard growls, slamming his fist into his palm.

"What?!" exclaims Anne-Mary in disbelief. "He was just dancing! What's wrong with that? That's what people do, especially at balls. Everyone dances, me too."

"Really?" Bard asks, but then recovers. "The thing is, he was dancing with Miss Elizabeth, and she's engaged to Mr. Ciel. He should have asked him first."

"I guess I don't understand this. It was just dancing." sighs Anne-Mary. "I'm going to get a broom so things can calm down here."

- - o - -

“What was for dinner?” Meilin quietly asks Finny.

"I don't know," the gardener shrugs. "Why do you ask?"

“Mr. Ciel hardly ate at all. He was returning a full plate," explains Meilin.

"What are you talking about?" Bard's voice comes from beside them.

"What!" both conspirators blurt out in surprise.

“O- about nothing. I wonder where Sebastian is.” Meilin hastily makes up her mind.

"Is Mr. Ciel all right?" Anne-Mary asks as she emerges from the hallway leading to the kitchen. "He barely ate anything for dinner. And I made sure he didn't have any burnt bits." the girl shakes her head. He takes absolutely no notice of the three stunned expressions and walks on.

“A flamethrower?” Finny asks curiously.

“Gunpowder.” Bard growls a little offended.

They just stand there nervously for a while, afraid to bring up any topic that would resemble food.

"I wonder where Sabastian is," Finny throws in. "He hasn't even shown up all day."

"He went to the city with Mr. Ciel in the morning, but he didn't come back," Meilin speculates. "Maybe Mr. Ciel gave him some task."

"Mr. Ciel and Sebastian know what they're doing," Finny states confidently. "Come see the cats!" he suggests cheerfully.

“Are the cats here?” Ciel's surprised voice comes from the stairs.

“Mr. Cieli!” Meilin blurts out in surprise.

"Yes, sir," Finny nods. "Anne-Mary has three cats here. You don't mind, do you, sir? Can they stay here?" the gardener asks worriedly.

"If you don't mind Doerheaty." Ciel shrugs disinterestedly. "Where's Sebastian?"

Meilin, Bard and Finny exchange puzzled looks. After all, Sebastian hadn't shown up at the villa since morning.

"The carriage is ready, sir," Sebastian's respectful voice came from the front door.

“Excellent.” Ciel nods, and without noticing the three shocked faces, he walks out. Before his staff can recover, the sound of the carriage leaving is heard and both Ciel and Sebastian are gone.

- - o - -

Ciel and Sebastian observe Dr. Newman's house in silence.

Ciel tried to get into the house before dark, but no one came to open it for him. Dr. Newman didn't answer no matter what Ciel called out to him through the door. Since he didn't want to commit a burglary (at least not yet), he decided to wait it out.

Everywhere is quiet and nothing is moving, yet there is a certain tension in the air.

The curtains in the windows move now and then, as if Dr. Newman is looking out for someone or something, but you can't tell for sure if he's expecting someone or if he's afraid.

Suddenly, Sebastian lifts his head and looks at the sky.

Ciel looks in the same direction but sees nothing. But before they can ask what the butler saw, there is an excited squeal behind them.

“Sebby!” Grell screams, running forward.

Sebastian takes a step to the side, avoiding a hug from the red-haired Death Eater.

“Did you come for Dr. Newman?” Ciel asks, but Sutcliffe completely ignores him.

“What do you have to do today?” Sebastian asks in a cold tone.

"I told you once before." Grell grins and blinks in love. "When I meet Sebastian, all my work is over." he spells it out, wagging his finger from side to side as he does so.

"That's a shame, because my work begins," Sebastian says, turning his back to Grell.

"You're so wonderfully aloof and cold." Grell sighs and wants to hug Sebastian, but he avoids him again this time. "Sebby." the mortal whines, but even on another attempt he fails to hug Sebastian, or at least touch him.

"We don't have time for this," Ciel frowns.

Suddenly, both Sebastian and Grell stop and look at the roof of Newman's house.

An even blacker silhouette looms against the dark sky.

"Who's that?" Grell wonders, pushing his glasses a little higher on his nose.

“Jonathan Gate.” Sebastian says confidently.

The figure on the roof leaps into the air and lands effortlessly on the ground just in front of the three observers. A tall thin butler with long hair in a ponytail surveys everyone with a provocative smile on his face.

"Hello," he says, bowing slightly.

"I was expecting you two here, but you-" he points at Grell. "I thought the mortals were staying in the background. At least Spears' behavior would indicate that."

"Spears?" Grell stopped. "You know William?"

"Of course. Who wouldn't know him." Jonathan snorts. "Wait, aren't you the one who took his final exams with him? Red hair, pointy teeth, a bit extravagant. Grell Sutcliffe if I'm not mistaken.

"Do we know each other?" Grell stops, looking at Jonathan again. "I would remember you. You're almost as handsome as Sebby."

“That hurt me.” Jonathan says but an amused expression crosses his face as Sebastian scowls in anger.

"Almost as handsome." Jonathan claps in displeasure. "Although it's true that Sebastian is handsome. He messes with people's heads, but he rarely gives in."

The gazes of Jonathan, Grell, and Ciel subtly turn to the red-faced Sebastian.

“Why are you here?” Sebastian asks, but Jonathan and Grell ignore him.

“You know how to get under his amazingly icy skin?” Grell asks excitedly, walking right up to Jonathan and shaking his head excitedly.

"Let's just say Sebastian has a soft spot for a certain animal species," Jonathan throws in with mischievous glee.

“Sebby? He adores cats!" Grell beams, but then stops short. "But I'm not a cat." he says unhappily.

"Then you're out of luck," Jonathan shrugs. Jonathan blinks at the other butler.

"Your romances can be interesting though," Ciel begins. (Sebastian frowns and Jonathan smirks.) "However, I wonder what you're doing here. Aren't you supposed to be looking after Michael Doerheaty and his health?" Ciel asks Jonathan.

"Forgive me, Mr. Ciel," Jonathan says politely. "I forgot my manners. I came to ask your butler why Mr. Doerheaty's kitchen exploded." Jonathan explains.

Sebastian is still scowling at him, and Grell speculates on how he would react to a minor problem with the cats, Sebastian, and himself.

“Exploded kitchen?” Ciel stops.

There is a crash of a broken piece of crockery coming from Dr. Newman's house. Everyone looks in that direction.

Grell automatically pulls his book out of his pocket and reads the name that is now his turn.

"Does anyone know what time it is?" he asks a little absently. "I've got a Dr. George Newman here."

Jonathan, Sebastian and Ciel immediately run to the house. Grell stands for a moment in surprise, but then runs after them.

Everything in the house looks neat and orderly, except that a ceramic deer figurine fell from the table in the hall and broke into many sharp shards.

“Where's the doctor?” Ciel asks in a determined voice.

Sebastian immediately heads to the living room.

Dr. Newton is sitting in a deep armchair. He might look like he fell asleep while reading if it weren't for the amount of blood and cuts all over his face.

"Oooooh, how brutal," Grell snarled.

"But-" she stops and runs over to the body. "She was supposed to be here somewhere, where did she go? Who took her?" she mutters to herself.

“What's going on?” Ciel asks with a hint of interest.

"Someone stole my soul." Grell wrinkled his nose as if he wanted to cry. "What am I going to tell William now? Unless I know how to get on your body as an excuse, Sebby?" growls Grell, hanging onto Sebastian's neck.

“How about you go annoy the other guy?” Sebastian asks casually.

"I thought you wouldn't let him be touched." Grell wonders. "Such a boy, almost cute." he says, looking over Sebastian's shoulder at Ciel.

“What?!” Ciel screams in horror.

“Where's the Gate?” Sebastian asks, looking around.

There is no sign of the second butler.

"That's what you meant," Grell understood. "He's a hottie, too, though not like you, Sebby. And I don't like it at all that you've fallen for someone like that and you're not paying any attention to me." Sutcliffe scowls, pursing his mouth.

"There's no time for this," Ciel says tiredly. "People are coming here. Sebastian, we're going back." Ciel orders.

Sebastian throws Grell off him, slams him to the ground, and steps on him on the way to his master.

"Love is so painful," Grell cries on the ground, rubbing the sole print on his head.

Ciel stands in the middle of the bedroom with a scowl as Sebastian undresses him, wondering who killed Dr. Newman. And what was Michael Doerheaty's butler doing in that place?

“How could Gate know about the kitchen blowing up here?” Ciel asks himself.

"Anne-Mary Hopkins probably told him," Sebastian points out. "She was the only one there when Bard was cooking. And she's not the only one in your employ here."

"In that case the Gate must have been around here somewhere," Ciel says seriously. "And if the butler is here, so will his master. I wonder if they're following us, the assassins, or if the assassins are themselves. We need to interview Anne- Bier."

"As you wish," Sebastian bows. He helps his master to bed, covers him, blows out the candles and leaves in silence.

- - o - -

It is so dark between the trees that not even a step can be seen, but still two figures are hiding in the dark shadows. However, nothing can be known that could identify them; size, clothes, face. It's really too dark for that.

"Dr. Newman has given us enough information that we probably won't have to go to Oxford to see Professor Goodwater," says one of the characters. The voice sounds quite young.

“Don't you like what you're doing?” asks the other person hidden in the shadows.

"He doesn't like it. I think there are few people who would adore such a thing. But I will do it as long as it is necessary."

The voices fall silent for a moment.

“Where does the lord live?” asked the younger of the voices.

"In London."

"Too bad, it's nicer here." he sounds almost disappointed. "Get me some information about him."

- - o - -

“So there you are.” Sebastian says towards Anne-Mary.

The maid, who was just coming from the garden, did not notice the butler in the darkness, and she started with a start.

“Mr Sebastian. You scared me," the girl says, trying to calm her panicked breath.

"Why are you walking outside in the middle of the night?" Sebastian asks. "Something could happen to you. They found a murdered man here yesterday."

"It didn't even occur to me that someone might attack me," Anne-Mary stops. "I was looking for a cat."

"What cat?" asks the butler, frowning slightly.

“It's all black and quite big. Usually he comes right away when called, but not now. She probably ran off somewhere, but who knows what could have happened to her." Anne-Mary says worriedly. "Haven't you seen her anywhere?"

"No. I didn't see a black cat here.” Sebastian says with a frown.

"I thought you wouldn't mind cats," Anne-Mary says, a little surprised to see the butler's wrinkled nose and frown.

"I like cats, but they say a black cat brings bad luck," Sebastian says.

"That's really just saying." Anne-Mary smiles. "I've only been keeping her for a while, but nothing bad has happened to me."

Chapter 7

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"Bard, you look kind of thoughtful," Finny points out cautiously.

"What?" the cook turns around in surprise. He almost drops the pot in which he's cooking something to the ground. Or rather he was cooking, because thick black smoke is coming from the pot.

"What was that?" Finny asks, eyeing the burnt pot suspiciously.

"Lunch." Bard states calmly. "Perhaps he can still be saved?"

Finny looks at the pot again and decides not to comment on the whole thing. He prefers to go back to the original topic.

“What were you thinking?” Finny asks.

"Oh, you're welcome," Bard grunts nonchalantly.

Finny doesn't say anything and walks away from the kitchen rather than Bard just use a flamethrower to save lunch.

"Meilin, don't you know what happened to Bard?" Finny asks the chambermaid, who is dusting the paintings above the staircase.

Meilin immediately looks terribly excited and jumps down the steps.

“The bard fell in love,” Meilin whispers, barely suppressing a giggle.

„Co!" vyhrkne Finny. „Do koho?!"

"To Anne-Mary," Meilin reveals knowingly. "But she works for Doerheaty and she's definitely messing with him. That's what some people do, messing with their maids, and Doerheaty and Anne-Mary are one of them."

"What!" Finny looks at her with an expression of horror. "And how do you know?" he asks suspiciously.

Meilin blinked in surprise, as if she hadn't even dreamed of such a question.

"Um, well...I mean..." he stutters uncertainly.

"You made it up," Finny says confidently.

"But it would be a beautiful idea if Bard and Doerheaty fought for the heart of a maid," Meilin dreams. She didn't even notice a drop of blood drip from her nose.

- - o - -

Michael Doerheaty, accompanied by his butler Jonathan, walks through the ornate gates of Lord Highcastle's mansion, who deigns to accept their offer and invites them to afternoon tea. His Lordship's servants will greet them politely and show them to the room where tea will be served.

“Your Lordship.” Michael greets as he nods the head of a fat man with a hideous make-up face.

"Have a seat." Lord Highcastle invited them, casually waving a hand to the couch across from his chair. "I am told you have some information for me regarding the deaths of several distinguished doctors and professors. At least you mentioned it in that message of yours."

"You go straight to the point." Michael interjects and looks at the lord a little surprised. "But let it be yours." he will say. He puts on his deadpan expression again and shifts his glasses on his nose.

"I want to know what you have to do with the experiments on children that have been carried out here in London."

Lord Highcastle almost chokes on a bite of the cake he was eating. Coughing and cursing, he slowly recovers and places the plate of cake on the table.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asks confused.

"I'm talking about the abduction of children from orphanages and similar facilities," Michael says coldly. "These children were all locked up in a compound that you partially supported with your money. Various drugs, medicines, and strange chemicals were tested on the children to see the effects of those substances. I doubt if any of those children survived the experiments involving Professor Johnson, Dr. Newman, Dr. Linehearth, Dr. Brown, and Dr. McCallister. There are more, but only these men died."

“Did you kill them?” the man asks, stunned and a little horrified.

"But please, Lord Highcastle," Michael throws in casually. "If it were me, I would know what you had to do with it and why you did it. No. I want to know the reasons."

"What reasons?" asks the lord a little annoyed. "And why on earth do you think I have anything to do with it? I support many schools and their projects."

"But this isn't a school project," Michael countered coldly. "This is abuse and torture, and none of the saints you invoke will give a damn about what you've done."

"You are a fool." Lord Highcastle growled and stood up. "If you are not going to stop this nonsense, you will have to leave my house."

Smiling, Michael stands up and heads for the door, but before Jonathan can open it, he turns back to the host.

"Your Lordship. If I have this information, so does the person who wants to kill you. Don't you want to ease your soul before the killer comes? Perhaps the saints would take you in mercy."

“Out!” roars Lord Highcastle, pointing to the door.

Michael bows slightly and leaves with his butler.

"Obviously, things never go well," sighs Michael. "Has anything ever been accomplished without the use of violence and brute force?" he asks Jonathan.

"Not to the best of my memory," Jonathan says calmly.

"So never," Michael evaluates a little disappointed.

- - o - -

A girl wrapped in a red scarf stands on the street outside Lord Highcastle's house. She has short black hair and is holding a tabby cat in her arms.

"Ugh, don't lick my fingers," the girl admonishes the cat. "They're covered in blood, you chump."

After waiting for a while, a tall man with long dark hair - Jonathan Gate - approaches the girl.

"Who was that?" asks the girl. "Sebastian Michaelis?"

"No. Death. William T. Spears.” Jonathan announces calmly.

"Death? And won't he tell them? The redhead would do anything for Sebastian. Maybe Spears is like that too," the girl worries.

“William T. Spears is very law-abiding and against making pacts with demons. Grell Sutcliff is a bit eccentric in comparison.” Jonathan says calmly.

"Death," the girl repeats, shaking her head in amazement.

"Come home." the girl calls Jonathan and slowly walks away from the house. "I have to wash my hands."

They walk side by side in silence for a while, but the girl can't stay silent for long.

"Tomorrow it will probably all be over. Are you happy?" he asks the butler.

"I am pleased to serve you," Jonathan says with a small bow.

"You didn't answer," the girl points out, but continues her questions. "Is it true that when a demon eats a soul, it has to hurt for it to taste good?"

"When a soul is in its worst agony, it is most tempting to a demon."

"I see. In that case, make it so that you like it. But we have to finish it first. That would be Michael Doerheaty breaking his word," the girl smiles.

They finally reach the house where generations of the Doerheatys have lived. The girl stops for a moment and looks at him as if she's never seen him before, but then walks to the door and enters. Jonathan goes with her and quietly closes the door.

- - o - -

Newspapers all over London show the same thing. Rumors and fear spread faster than a wildfire in the middle of summer.

“A brutal murder of a respected lord! Offender unknown! A clear connection to several previous murders from across Britain! A serial killer who can go anywhere and nothing can stop him! Scotland Yard is failing in its attempts to find evidence! Panic is spreading!” scream the newspaper headlines.

- - o - -

Inspector Randal angrily slams the newspaper on the table and reaches for his pipe. He was infuriated by the articles in the newspapers, where the police were made out to be complete idiots and incompetent brigands. And what annoys him even more is that the journalists are actually right.

No one knows who the perpetrator is and the clues are basically non-existent. None of the dead had enemies, there is no connection with the underworld or other suspicious elements. Basically a mystery. As well as how the perpetrator got to his victims and then fled. There are no signs of a break-in, no witnesses, no connection anywhere. No idea that it could be different perpetrators; the design is too similar for that. A knife, a lot of cutting that suggests torture, and then a few stab wounds, probably out of mercy, because from the loss of blood and the mutilation of the body, the victims could no longer be able to communicate even if they wanted to.

“What kind of monster can it be that just kills so many people?” asks the inspector of the empty room. “Phantomhive.” he hisses a little angrily.

The Queen's young dog had recently questioned him about the murder of Professor Henry Johnson. Even then, the little scumbag was on the trail. And yet he didn't come up with anything, otherwise the murders would have stopped a long time ago. The inspector is partly pleased by the young nobleman's failure, but he would much rather the murders were over, and he and all of Britain could rest in peace.

- - o - -

Ciel angrily paces the office, crumpling up a newspaper in his hand.

He was given a task by the queen and still hasn't completed it. And the dead are only increasing. Five doctors, one professor and now a lord! It's all getting out of hand and he has no idea what he's missing!

The only clue - the secret projects - is too vague and vague to really catch on. Yes, it can be inferred that these are experiments with banned substances, whether of chemical or plant origin, but nothing more. Why did they research these things? Who did they test them on? Who benefited? Few doctors have come up with a truly exceptional product in recent times, and their research has always been well-founded. Some secret attempts would soon be revealed thanks to minor irregularities.

Where is the key to this case?

“Sir.” Sebastian enters the study, holding several documents in his hand.

"Finally," Ciel snaps, sitting back in his chair. "What did you find out?"

“Lord Highcastle is also said to have some connection to strange nocturnal activities. In his case, these are night walks and mysterious visits. Lord Gordon Goldsmith is also said to be involved." Sebastian begins to present the results of his investigation. "Recently, the lord has become somewhat withdrawn, the time period corresponds to the second murder. According to the servants, no suspect visited him, no suspect was hanging around the house. Execution of the murder it is identical to the previous ones. Several stabs and many cuts, a frightened expression. He was killed in his house, but the servants did not notice anything. They gave me all the information and also a list of the people Lord Highcastle met before his death. Among the last visitors is and Michael Doerheaty."

"What?!" Ciel blurts out in surprise. But then he stops and thinks.

Michael Doerheaty lives in London, where two murders took place. He is based in the place where the other two were killed. His valet even showed up at the scene. He visited another dead man on the day he was killed. And his butler is the same kind as Sebastian. Basically, nothing is impossible for him.

"But why?" Ciel asks quietly to himself. But then he stands resolutely.

“We're going to see Doerheaty!” he orders.

"Yes, my lord." Sebastian bows. But this time his smile is missing. The butler's face is very serious.

- - o - -

Michael Doerheaty reads the morning paper over breakfast. He holds a newspaper with one hand and slowly rotates his glasses with the other. He slowly reads an article about the murder of Lord Highcastle, who, apart from the act itself, is also interested in whether it is another serial killer like Jack the Ripper. Michael sighs deeply and folds the newspaper.

"Journalists are fast," he points out calmly and takes a sip of tea.

"They have a knack for detecting things," Jonathan says. "Just like Ciel Phantomhive."

"I know." Michael nods. "But we're at the end, aren't we?" he smiles sadly.

"Looks like it. But nothing is certain," Jonathan says seriously.

"Alright then." Michael says and puts on his glasses. "I'll behave according to social etiquette. What time do we have an appointment with his lordship?" the respectful title Michael pronounces as if it were the most obscene expletive.

"Lord Goldsmith has canceled the meeting due to sudden health issues," Jonathan says calmly. "He has locked himself in his house and refuses to let anyone in."

"A guilty conscience?" asks Michael. "But it doesn't matter. We're going after him, whatever the end."

Chapter 8

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The carriage wheels rattle on the pavement as it pulls up in front of the Doerheatys. Sebastian gets out of the carriage and helps Ciel out as well.

"Be careful," Sebastian reminds Finny, who is sitting on the trestle with a slight frown on his face.

"Yes sir," Finny nods.

Ciel immediately rushes to the house and knocks impatiently with an old iron knocker. There are several hollow thumps, but no one opens the door. Ciel waits a moment before knocking again, but still no one responds.

“Sebastian!” Phantomhive yells, pointing at the door.

The butler only needs one knock on the door to open it. Ciel immediately heads inside, but the house is dead silent.

“Doerheaty!” Ciel shouts, but no one answers him.

There is a soft rustle in the next room, but the deep silence makes everything louder than usual. Ciel and Sebastian immediately follow the sound, but all they find are two cats playing with the edge of the tablecloth. One look at the tabby cat and the kitten with a rusty patch around its eye is enough for Sebastian to know that they are the same cats that were in the country house.

“These are Anne-Marie's cats.” Sebastian says, frowning slightly at the cats.

"Anne-Mary?" Ciel wonders. "What does she have to do with this?" he asks, but then recovers. “If Doerheaty is not here, we must see Lord Goldsmith. Whether Doerheaty is the killer or not, Lord Goldsmith is the next victim."

Both Sebastian and Ciel get back into the car and Finny speeds forward.

- - o - -

Meilin keeps a close eye on all the windows of the huge mansion that he can see from his observation deck. It lies on the roof of the opposite house. She has taken off her glasses and is now keeping watch over Lord Goldsmith's house with her dark eyes. It has a view of the front wall and the main entrance, part of the side wall and a piece of the garden. Bard patrols the other side of the house, keeping an eye on the rest of the garden and the back entrance.

During the whole day, only a messenger came to the house with some food, and they didn't even let him in. If anyone tried to come visit, they were turned away. But Meilin is patient and steadfast in her task.

Sebastian summoned a trio of Ciel's employees, who now stood almost at attention in front of him.

" We have to protect our master." Sebastian tells them in a serious tone. "The young master wants to catch the person who is murdering doctors all over Britain."

Bard, Meilin and Finnian watch him with serious but determined expressions. They will do anything Sebastian asks of them to keep Mr. Ciel safe.

" Bard, Meilin." Sebastian turned to the cook and chambermaid. Goldsmith alive until we show up or I call you off."

Bard and Meilin just nod, cold expressions on their faces. They are already discussing in their minds which weapon to take with them.

“ Finnian.” Sebastian turned to the gardener.

Finny nods, a look of concentration on his face.

" Despite the possible dangers, I assume you will be able to start work, so watch out for injuries. And don't be seen by anyone inappropriate." Sebastian gives them the last instructions.

“ Yes, sir!” shouts a trio of voices.

Ciel looks impatiently out the window of the carriage as they drive through the crowded streets of London.

“Is something troubling you?” Sebastian asks politely, his voice and expression completely calm despite the tense atmosphere.

"Michael Doerheaty's butler is a demon just like you," Ciel throws in casually. "He's a tough opponent."

"Yes, it is." Sebastian nods. "But you can grow up to all of them."

"And you?" Ciel asks. "From your previous conversation, it seems that Jonathan Gate has already grown on you."

A disgruntled expression crosses Sebastian's face.

"Yes. That was a long time ago." the butler admits reluctantly. "But a lot has changed since then."

Ciel turns to the window again and looks at the surrounding houses. He had never, and indeed no one had ever managed to embarrass Sebastian. But just one mention of Jonathan Gate makes Sebastian blush.

However, Ciel will no longer remind him of the scene that took place in front of Dr. Newman's house. It is not good to tease a demon, even if he obeys you at your word.

The carriage finally stops and Ciel frowns again. For a brief moment he forgot where and why he was going, but now he recovered.

Sebastian opens the carriage door and his master steps out. A quick glance from the butler in Finny's direction and the gardener knows what to do. Finny drives the carriage to the side of the main gate and dismounts from the trestle. He will wait by the car and if Sebastian gives him the signal, he will come to the house for Mr. Ciel.

- - o - -

Meilin frowns at the carriage that has just arrived at the house being watched. She recognizes Mr. Ciel's carriage in it, but instead of calming her down, her tension rises. Whatever is going to happen, it's going to happen now.

Meilin turns to the long, narrow package she has lying next to her and pulls out a sniper rifle. Watering carefully, she looks at Sebastian and Ciel.

He follows them all the way down the driveway. They lingered a short time at the entrance; Lord Goldsmith's butler probably didn't want to let them in, as did all the other guests before them, but even so, the pair eventually made it into the house. For a moment, everyone disappears from her sight, but eventually Sebastian appears briefly in the lobby windows.

Watering and watching their window. She will follow them all around the house and if she thinks that Mr. Ciel is in danger, she will immediately intervene.

- - o - -

The bard hides among the trees in the garden. No one in the house can see him, but he keeps a close eye on anyone who blinks near the back entrance. Except for the maid, who brought out some leftovers from the meal, he will not see anyone.

Over the garden wall he can see the roofs of carriages passing the house.

His leg is starting to go numb when he finally sees the carriage with Finny on the trestle stopped by the wall in front of the house. The gardener immediately disappears from his sight as he steps down from the carriage, but that's all the Bard needed to know. Mr. Ciel and Sebastian are already here. And if something is going to happen, it's going to happen now.

But until then, he'll be guarding the back entrance, just like Sebastian wanted him to.

- - o - -

Ciel stands impatiently in the lobby, trying to stay calm.

Goldsmith's butler refused to let them into the house. It was only when Ciel threatened him that his master's life depended on it that the butler relented to let them in. But no further than the entrance hall. With his nose up, the old man announced to them that he was going to inform his master of their arrival and walked incredibly slowly to the first floor.

"If Doerheaty is here with Gate, take care of the butler," Ciel says coldly. "Get rid of him if you can."

“Yes my lord.” Sebastian nods with a stone face.

- - o - -

The old butler thinks something about the ill manners of today's generation of young nobles who have no regard for the opinions of honorable lords and their servants as he trudges up the stairs and down the long corridor to Lord Goldsmith's study. He walks up to the door, knocks quietly and enters with a bow.

"Your lords-" the butler begins, but shock and horror prevent him from continuing.

In the middle of the room lies his master's body on the carpet, and a young man with a knife in his hand stands over him.

Chapter 9

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Ciel and Sebastian are still waiting for the old butler to return.

A frightened scream is heard from the first floor, and immediately an old man runs down the stairs.

Sebastian stops him and grabs his arms tightly to prevent the butler from running away.

"What happened?" Sebastian asked sternly.

“My lord – my lord – the police – I must call – my lord,” babbles the old butler.

“Sebastian!” Ciel calls out and heads for the stairs.

Sebastian leaves the old butler alone and runs after his master.

Ciel runs upstairs and heads for the open door. But he stops at the threshold.

Lord Goldsmith lies in a pool of blood slowly soaking into the expensive carpet. The smudges indicate that the lord was trying to crawl to safety, but in vain. He bled to death in his study. A deep gash in the neck indicates the cause of death beyond doubt.

"Ciel!" someone exclaims in surprise.

Phantomhive tore his gaze away from the disfigured body.

At the window stands Jonathan Gate, and behind him his master, stained with blood.

“Doerheaty!” Ciel yells, running towards them.

Jonathan threw a table with a huge vase in his way.

Sebastian kicks the table before it hits Ciel, but Gate jumps out of the window with Doerheaty in his arms.

There is a stomp on the stairs and immediately Finny runs into the room.

"The butler was shouting something about murder!" he blurts out. But then the gardener turns pale and gasps in horror when he notices the corpse.

"Finnian!" Sebastian bellows at him. "Take Mr. Ciel away!" the butler orders and jumps out the window into the garden.

"Go on, Finny!" Ciel yells, running away.

If an old butler shouted something like that in the street, it's only a matter of time before the mob and the police come crashing in.

“Take me to Doerheaty's house!” Ciel orders Finny as he climbs into the carriage.

"Yes, sir!" shouts the gardener, leaping onto the trestle.

- - o - -

A crash of glass echoes through the garden, and immediately Jonathan Gate lands lightly on the ground with Michael Doerheaty in his arms.

Bard runs out of his hiding place in the trees.

“Stand!” he shouts, gun pointed at Jonathan.

“Bard!” Michael blurts out fearfully.

Jonathan pulls Michael aside and just then a bullet fired by Meilin digs into the ground.

"Run," Jonathan tells his master. The butler moves with lightning speed and knocks the weapon out of Bard's hand.

"Hide yourself. I will find you."

Michael runs away with a desperate look on his face.

Sebastian jumps through the broken window and gracefully lands in front of Jonathan.

“Are you on a mission to kill me, Sebby?” Jonathan asks provocatively.

"You want to make it easy for me?" Sebastian asks. "Bard, grab Doerheaty."

"Yes, sir," shouts the astonished cook. He picks up his pistol from the ground and runs after the fleeing youth.

Jonathan steps aside and another bullet goes into the wall.

"She's getting very annoying, your maid. But we are ordered not to harm her. Neither the cook nor the gardener. But it doesn't concern you."

"It almost looked like your master knows mercy," Sebastian sneers.

"He does," Jonathan replies.

At the same moment, the butlers run towards each other. Michaelis holds silver cutlery in his hands, Gate sharp knives.

- - o - -

Meilin watches Gate and Doerheaty jump out of the window in surprise. He tries to shoot them, but Gate seems to know every bullet he sends at them. Every time he dodges and drags his master to safety as well.

He disarmed the Bard so quickly that Meilin almost didn't notice.

And immediately Sebastian also jumped out of the window.

Doerheaty escapes, but Bard follows him.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Mr. Ciel's carriage had left.

He fires at Gate again, but he dodges again.

Meilin hides her gun and runs down the street as fast as she can.

Mr. Ciel is with Finny and they are going home. Sebastian and Gate fight and she has no chance to hurt Gate. She can only help Bard with his pursuit of Doerheaty.

On the way down, in one window, they see Bard disappearing down a side alley. There her fight continues.

- - o - -

Traders with vigor sell their wares to passers-by and enjoy a normal day of earning. But everything is interrupted by the rush of a bloodied young man.

"Watch out!" Michael shouts as he tries to push through the dense crowd. People jump out of his way and some women scream in fear when they see him, but Michael doesn't care.

He has to run. Bard is hot on his heels.

The cook ran out of the alley and into the marketplace.

There was an empty alley behind Michael. Everyone in the marketplace was surprised by the appearance of the bloodied youth, so they stood where Michael had swept them away.

The bard immediately takes advantage of this. He stops, aims and fires.

Doerheaty stumbles, not sure if it's because Bard hit him or because he's startled.

As soon as the shot rang out, the crowd in the marketplace panicked. People started screaming and running in all directions. Some began looking for the shooter, but Bard had the sense to hide his weapon in his coat and step aside so no one could see him.

„Barde!"

The cook turns quickly. He expects an enemy, but it is Meilin who approaches him.

“Where's Doerheaty?” Meilin asks.

"He was running over there." Bard points to the panicked crowd trying to get out of the marketplace. "Maybe I shot him." will deliver.

“The hunt continues.” Meilin says harshly and runs into the marketplace.

Bard is on her heels.

There is some fresh blood on the ground at the end of the marketplace.

“He's hurt,” Meilin says.

"But not seriously if he ran," Bard counters, scowling at the two streets in front of him. He has no idea which one Doerheaty headed for, but that doesn't matter.

"I'm going right," Bard says, running away.

Meilin turns into the other street.

- - o - -

Finny pulls up outside Doerheaty's house and helps his master out.

"We're going in," Ciel says firmly.

"Yes, sir," saluted Finny.

They go to the house together. This time they have no trouble getting in.

“Sir, what are we doing here?” Finny asks curiously as they enter the house.

"Doerheaty might come back here," Ciel says calmly. "We'll wait here for him."

"Good, sir," the gardener nods.

"Yay, cats!" Finny beams as she notices the animals in the parlor. "Anne-Mary had exactly the same. It might be around here." it strikes him.

"It's possible." Ciel nods. "But if she was in the house, she would already know about us."

"So he'll be somewhere in the city," Finnian explains and starts stroking the kitten's back.

Ciel watches him for a moment, but then settles down in his chair. The tabby cat comes to him meowing and starts rubbing against his high boots. Ciel watches her with a bit of a frown, but doesn't take her on his lap like the cat had hoped.

Finny sits on the sofa with the kitten. In an attempt to attract attention, the tabby cat jumps next to the gardener and from there onto the table on which there is a vase full of fresh flowers. Ciel watches the cat, but it ignores him and goes after Finny.

Suddenly, Ciel jerks and reaches for the thick envelope lying next to the vase. His name is written in cursive on the cover.

Finny looks at him in surprise as Ciel opens the envelope and pulls out several folded papers.

- - o - -

Jonathan and Sebastian are each standing on the same roof in a long row of houses. They anticipate their opponent's next moves and hope to discover something that will help them win. They both have a lot of bleeding wounds and their suits don't look nearly as perfect as usual.

They throw themselves against each other again. Jonathan attacks with knives and Sebastian defends himself, but immediately returns the attack.

Their movements are too fast to be properly tracked and their strength is incredible.

Sebastian knocks Jonathan to the ground and his fall creates a small crater in the stone pavement. But Jonathan is instantly on his feet, leaping at Sebastian and tossing him to the side. Lots of bags arc from the roof as Sebastian tries to slow down his flight.

It is clear to both of them that this will not be an easy match, and that if they win, it will cost them a lot of strength and blood. The power of both demons is on the same level.

"That's beautiful!" Grell hissed, interrupting another attack. "Two beautiful demons fighting each other to the death." Grell says excitedly.

“Did you come to see?” Jonathan asks, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

“Are you going to join in?” Sebastian asks.

"Will wouldn't like me to interfere," Grell says ruefully. "He thinks the world would be better off without demons."

“Typical William,” Jonathan snorts.

"It's terrible." Grell shakes his head. "I'd like to have some fun too, but Will wouldn't forgive me."

- - o - -

Michael's head is spinning. He presses his motionless left arm to his body. Bard's shot seriously injured him. The arm is bleeding and hurts like hell. Most likely, the bullet also hit the bone. He's used to pain, but this one is almost stunning.

He's in some back alley, but he has no idea where. He has no strength to run or think.

Exhausted, he leans against a door. Maybe he could hide here. He laboriously stumbles into the house. It's dark and quiet, and there are long crates everywhere. Michael stumbles, trips over some lid and falls into one of the crates. A blow to the injured hand stuns him for a moment.

When he opens his eyes, a man in a hat is leaning over him. But Michael won't stay conscious for long. Blood loss puts him to sleep again.

"Interesting," the Undertaker points out. "But I don't fit in this coffin at all."

- - o - -

Ciel reads the letter that was waiting for him here and looks more and more surprised.

Finny plays with the cats but watches the young master out of the corner of his eye.

Ciel puts down another densely written page and continues reading. He finally puts down the last sheet.

Finny wants to ask what the letter said, but he doesn't dare.

Phantomhive sits in silence for a long time, looking at the pages of the letter he has read. Finally, he puts the leaves back in the envelope and puts it in his coat pocket.

"We're getting out of here," Ciel says calmly. "We're going home. Take the cats." Ciel orders.

Finny looks at him in astonishment.

“But what about Doerheaty?” he asks.

"He's not coming here anymore," Ciel says simply.

Finny takes both cats and heads to the carriage. Ciel calmly gets on, leaving Finny to put the cats on the opposite bench.

The gardener takes hold of the reins and slowly drives off towards the Phantomhive mansion.

- - o - -

Bard follows the splatters of blood that lead him through the back alleys of London. There is a bloodstain on one of the doors.

"Graveyard." Bard reads the sign above the entrance. A chill runs down his spine. Doerheaty has chosen a very strange place for his hideout.

The bard cautiously enters the dim shop. He holds the gun tightly in his hand.

"But-" comes the Undertaker's voice. The shop owner is standing behind the counter, smiling cheerfully.

A semi-naked body lies motionless on the counter.

"That'll be the sharpshooter who hit you, little one," the Undertaker says to the body.

The bard lowers his weapon and closes the door behind him.

“Is that Doerheaty?” asks the cook.

"Who knows her name," the Undertaker shrugs. "She soiled my coffin and passed out."

“Her?” Bard wonders, stepping closer.

"Although her breasts are small, they are still feminine. But she's young, so maybe they'll grow up." says the Undertaker and taps his client's chest with his finger. "Do you want to take a look?" Bard asks cheerfully.

- - o - -

The demon fight continues to the loud cheers of Grell enjoying their every move.

Sebastian throws Jonathan through the wall of the house, but before he can reach him, his opponent digs himself out of the rubble and jumps to safety.

They get into each other again. They slash at each other head to head with their weapons. Jonathan manages to knock Sebastian down, but doesn't let him get up and immediately attacks him. He slashes at a prone man regardless of his defenses. His eyes glow red as Sebastian's blood splatters all around him.

Standing on the roof, Grell takes a frightened breath.

“Sebastian is mine!” Death roars angrily.

Jonathan freezes in mid-motion. Grell's scythe sticks out of his chest.

Before either demon can recover, Grell cuts the long-haired demon in half.

Sebastian slowly stands up. His gaze rests on the mutilated body of Jonathan Gate.

“Sebby, you're so amazingly torn.” Grell sighs lovingly, ignoring the dead demon.

“It's highly inappropriate for the Phantomhive family's butler to be out in public like this.” Sebastian assessed the state of his clothing. “So if you'll allow me, I'll have to go.” says the butler. He runs and disappears away with long jumps.

Grell wants to go after him, but is knocked to the ground by a long metal pole.

“Ouch!” Grell snaps, raising his head.

On one roof stands William T. Spears, frowning at his subordinate.

“Grelli Sutcliffe. You had no right to intervene in the fight and use your scythe to kill the demon.”

"But he wanted to kill Sebby," Grell excuses himself.

"That's not an adequate excuse," Spears cut him off. "As punishment, you'll clean up this mess and the council will decide if you get to keep your death scythe."

"What?!" Grell screams in terror, but Spears ignores him and disappears. "Why can't anyone understand my love." snarls the red-haired Death Eater.

- - o - -

Meilin carefully walked several streets, but there was no sign of Michael Doerheaty or blood anywhere. Either the young man was not injured and managed to escape, or she went the wrong way.

He returns to the place where he and Bard parted ways. In the street that the cook took, a little blood appears on the ground in places. The drops became splashes, so the injury was serious.

Suddenly the tracks disappear.

Meilin stops and goes back a little. The trail of blood ends at one of the hidden shops. Meilin looks surprised when she notices the Graveyard sign. She finds it odd that a seriously injured Doerheaty would be hiding in a place like this, but she enters the coffin-filled shop anyway.

Bard sits on one of them with his head in his hands. The Undertaker is standing at the counter, singing some cheerful song. Bard looks up as she enters, but Undertaker ignores her.

"Bard," Meilin says, looking suspiciously at the grey-haired man in the strange outfit. "Where's Doerheaty?" Meilin asks.

"It's not Doerheaty," Bard says gloomily, pointing to one of the coffins.

"Anne-Mary!" Meilin exclaims in surprise. A pale girl in men's clothing lies in the coffin. The shirt is torn and splattered with blood, one sleeve is missing completely, and a bandaged, bloody arm can be seen.

“Is she dead?” Meilin asks quietly.

"Oh, no," the Undertaker interjects into the conversation.

Meilin jumps in surprise as the Undertaker suddenly stands right behind her. She didn't even notice him move from his spot behind the counter.

“If she was dead, I wouldn't have put her in such a hideous coffin. This one deserves the highest luxury I can give her."

“Are you so fond of assassins?” Meilin asks suspiciously.

"This girl's been through more than you two, trust me," the Undertaker grinned. "I'm starting to like her. But you should take her away. She's giving me a bit of a bad name. I can provide you with a wagon."

"Sebastian said to capture Doerheaty," Bard says softly. "So we'll bring him to him."

"Bard," Meilin says, a little surprised. It suddenly dawns on her. Bard really liked Anne-Mary, and now she's going to turn out to be a murderer.

Chapter 10

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Finny runs into the study and nearly kills himself when he stumbles over the threshold.

“Here comes the Bard! In a hearse!” he snaps at Ciel as he finally stops.

"In a hearse?" Ciel repeats in astonishment. But then he stands up and walks towards the main entrance with Finny.

Sebastian is already waiting for them there and opens the door.

"Sebastian!" Finny blurts out in surprise. He didn't even know the butler was in the house.

“Where's Gate?” Ciel asks with a frown.

"Dead," Sebastian replies simply.

A hearse stops in front of the door with the Bard on the trestle.

“Where's Meilin?” Finny asks worriedly.

"In the back," Bard waves behind him and dismounts. Before anyone can panic that Meilin is dead, Bard opens the back door of the carriage and an excited Meilin jumps out.

“I've always wanted to get married in a hearse,” Meilin blurts out happily.

“Where did you get that car from?” Ciel asks, even though he already knows the answer.

"A gravedigger loaned it to us," Bard says calmly. "Finny, come help me." nods to the gardener.

"And with what?" Finny wonders, peering into the car. "A coffin?! You're carrying someone dead? You were in the back with a corpse?" dreads Finnian.

“She's not dead. He's still alive.” Meilin stops him.

"Sir." the maid turns to Ciel. "We found that Doerheaty is not Doerheaty, but-"

"I know." Ciel interrupted her calmly. "Her name really is Michaela."

"What?!" everyone exclaims in astonishment. Sebastian just looks at Ciel in silence.

"Take her to the house and take care of her," Ciel orders, returning to the study.

- - o - -

Dear Ciel.

My name is Michaela, although you may know me as Anne-Mary Hopkins or Michael Doerheaty.

I'm sorry I lied to you, but it was necessary so you wouldn't immediately realize that I'm the murderer you're looking for. Jonathan warned me about you and your butler Sebastian, but I hope I can finish everything before you find me.

Trust me they all deserved it.

I lived with one family until I was ten years old. Spouses Anne-Mary and Patrick Hopkins occasionally took in and cared for an orphan. I was one of them. And Finny too. They were poor, but that didn't matter. They were good to us, taught us to read and write and take care of ourselves. It was beautiful. But it didn't last.

One day some people showed up at our place. I never found out why they came to us, but I might find out from Goldsmith. They kidnapped most of us. They killed some children. And they killed Anne-Mary too.

They locked us in dungeons. The only time they let me out was when they were experimenting on me. I have no idea what they did with the others. But probably the same as me. They put huge injections into my body and tried different substances. I don't know what exactly. But my hair has grown incredibly fast since then. And I've been having seizures ever since. You saw one at your picnic. I am truly sorry to have spoiled Miss Elizabeth's evening.

The doctors didn't care that they were destroying my body, and they didn't care what the guards did to me. They beat me every day and sometimes even raped me. I wanted to die. I wished it would stop. So that those who hurt me suffer as I do. I wished no children would ever get to them. So that they could be with Patrick and not experience the torment that I had.

And then Jonathan appeared. He came as a black cat and helped me. He eased the pain and promised to take care of me and fulfill my wishes. And I will give him my soul. He destroyed the whole place. There were no live children anywhere, just guards and doctors. Jonathan turned me into Michael Doerheaty. Thanks to him, the miners are much better off than before. Patrick is somewhere among them and I wanted to help him with this.

Together with Jonathan, I searched for the men who had experimented on me. I forced them to tell me who was giving them the orders, and in this way I gradually got to Goldsmith. It was he who arranged the laboratories and the money for the operation. He is number one.

When I went after Newman and McCallister, you showed up at the villa, so I made myself Anne-Mary too. I'm sorry that I lied to you and the others, but there was no other way.

I am going to kill Goldsmith today and then the contract between me and Jonathan will be fulfilled. I hope revenge is reason enough for my behavior, but even if it isn't, it won't matter.

I'm writing this to apologize to you a little and also because I have a request for you.

As Michael Doerheaty, I have a certain duty to my subordinates. I have no idea who would be the most suitable successor to my place, but in this letter there is a transfer deed for all my possessions. The only thing missing is the name and signature of the person who will take them over from me. The terms are set out in the contract, but they are simple. Make sure the workers and miners are well. The plots are yours if you want them.

I am also attaching some documents about the trials and evidence against the dead to the letter.

Goodbye forever,

Michaela.

PS Give Bard, Finny, Meilin and Sebastian my apologies and take care of the cats. Thank you.

- - o - -

Michaela is awakened by a tickle on her face. He opens his eyes tiredly. A tabby cat is sprawled out on the pillow next to her, enjoying the sunlight that falls on it.

The girl frowns in surprise. She shouldn't wake up in bed. She shouldn't wake up at all. She's supposed to be dead. She killed Goldsmith and Jonathan was supposed to eat her soul.

Michaela slowly sits up. He only moves very carefully. She feels weak and her left arm hurts.

"Jonathan," the girl whispers, looking around the stranger's bedroom.

The door opens and Sebastian Michaelis appears.

"What am I doing here?" wonders the girl.

"You're healing from the gunshot wound Bardroy gave you," Sebastian replied calmly. "When you're awake, I'll send you breakfast."

"Wait!" Michaela blurts out as Sebastian turns to leave. "Where's Jonathan? I should have… it should have ended."

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