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Broken Wings - Part Two

What's this? A second chapter one year after the first? More fic writing from me in the same week? Idk guys, I'm just riding the motivation wave as far as it'll take me...

Thrawn x pilot!reader | 2.5k words

Content warnings: Cursing, only a little Thrawn/reader interaction (slow burn anyone?), also I gave the reader tattoos for funsies

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Hangar 12 was massive. Not even the largest rebel hideout could equal this space you found yourself in. TIE fighters hung from their docks in the ceiling while larger transport ships were lined neatly along the slick floors. And there was still plenty of room to spare. Room to reconfigure the ships in a thousand different formations and never run the risk of them crashing into each other.

Thus, the set up of a little podium and rows of chairs in the middle of the hangar was comical. It looked like furniture for a dollhouse. The pilots milling around the chairs seemed tiny, too, the details of their faces and flight suits barely remarkable when compared to the expanse of metal and space surrounding them.

You stood by one of the entrances to the hangar, having just emerged from a hallway into the location you were instructed to be in this fine morning. Well, a biological morning, anyway. Here there were no suns, no atmospheric skies with clouds or stars, no indications of whether you should be awake or at rest. Here, time did not exist. The viewport at the end of the hangar boasted of a vast outer space, likely deep within the Empire's control, far from the places you were used to. And yet, it still stirred that itch within you, the desire to go into it. To explore. To fly.

"Oh good, you've made it."

A flash of blue and white appeared in your periphery. You quickly closed your eyes, as if by not seeing him, he couldn't see you in return. You'd been dreading this moment, but your damned curiosity compelled you to show up anyway.

"I will introduce you to your squadron," Thrawn spoke to you anyway, not commenting on your lame attempt to hide from the situation. "They are among the Empire's best pilots, though still not close to your level of expertise. For now you will set the standards for their training, help them understand what is required. But I expect to see intensive training within the cockpit soon."

There was a pause before he spoke again, one simple, inquiring word. "Captain?"

You opened your eyes. Everything from before was still there: the ships, the tiny pilots, the viewport into darkness. But now added to the view was the imposing form of the Grand Admiral, looking down at you with those piercing red eyes, waiting for you to agree to being on board.

"I didn't realize titles transferred across war lines," you said in response.

Thrawn did not seem phased by the venom you put behind your words. Or perhaps you hadn't put in enough for him detect. You weren't exactly in pique form at the moment, your body still feeling like it'd been wrung through a trash compactor a few times. The rest and rehab you'd received the day before was far from rejuvenating your fighting spirit.

"The goal is to have you become Flight Commander for the squadron. But we'll retain your title of Captain for now, until you prove yourself. Even if it creates more paperwork for my staff."

He nodded slightly behind you and you turned to find a few officers standing nearby.

"This is Officer Amara Tilde, the fleet's logistics liaison. And Sergeant Lou Mam, from the Chimaera's tactical division. They'll be overseeing the training and provide assistance where needed."

While you were arguing against the small voice in your head that sounded strangely like your mother's, telling you to be polite and smile or nod at the two in acknowledgement, Thrawn continued.

"But for all intents and purposes, the squadron will report to you. As their leader."

"Like it or not," you heard Sergeant Mam mutter under his breath.

If Thrawn also heard, he ignored it, instead turning to indicate he was ready to proceed with this grand plan of his. "If you are ready, Captain, we'll begin."

"And if I'm not ready?" you couldn't help but ask.

One corner of Thrawn's mouth twitched upward. "Then you'll have roughly a hundred meters to gear yourself up, Captain."

And with that, he set off, striding confidently into that dark and massive hangar, his staff members falling in to flank him on either side. You found your feet guiding you to follow along, making you ponder with each step what you were doing here and how you could possibly get free.

"At attention!" called out Sergeant Mam as they approached the group of pilots.

There was a rustle of boots, with a small squeak or two, as the pilots hurried into proper standing positions in front of their chairs. Thrawn and his two officers strode past them toward the podium, but you chose to hang back just behind, out of view. For one, you were still in denial and any little thing you could do to delay the inevitable, be it closing your eyes or pausing in your steps, you would shamelessly do. But for another, that short trek from the door to the middle of the hangar already had you beat. Your body had not fully healed from your crash just a few days ago, and what little rehab you'd done so far to gain mobility back did not prepare you even for a walk. Your body felt flushed, heated, and you were pathetically out of breath.

"At ease," the Sergeant stated as he took his place behind the podium. Thrawn and the other officer stood off to the side, the former giving you a questioning look that you didn't know how to answer from this distance.

The pilots relaxed into their chairs at the command.

"As you all know, you have been selected as the top graduates from the Academy to serve in this special training unit aboard the ISD Chimaera...."

As the Sergeant spoke, you couldn't help but unzip the top of your flight suit and shake at the fabric a bit, trying to get a breeze onto your sweating skin.

"Training?" one of the pilots interrupted, apparently interpreting the at ease command a little too loosely. "We were told Special Forces Unit."

"Indeed, you will become a force to be reckoned with. But first we must train you to get there."

There were grumbles and whispers but you weren't focusing too much on the scene. You still felt too hot. Confined. Trapped. Screw it, you thought, and pulled the zipper all the way down and shimmied out of the sleeves. The top of your suit now hung at your waist, leaving your top half in only a black tank top. Your tattoos would be showing now, as well as the many bruises and barely-scarred wounds you'd recently sustained. Even amongst the rebel forces you'd be considered indecent. But at least you now felt just a little freer.

"With all due respect, sir," another pilot spoke up, "we already received our training, at the Academy."

"Yeah," a third chimed in. "We're enlisted soldiers now. Not cadets."

"And not only that, we're the best," said another. "You said it yourself. Top of our class. What else could we possibly have to learn?"

You couldn't see their faces but you could hear their smirks. Oh, these were cocky SOBs. Something stirred in you at their behavior, very similar to the feeling you got whenever you looked up at the sky or out the viewport into space. In fact, one could argue the two feelings often went hand-in-hand. You had an insatiable desire to fly, yes, but also to prove others wrong. These smug pilots, fresh from the Academy, with their clean suits and fresh haircuts, thought they were on top of the world. But they didn't know what it was like to be in an active war zone. To feel pressure in the cockpit. To be faced with impossible decisions. They had a lot left to learn.

Thrawn chose this moment to step forward, and the murmuring of the crowd quieted down.

"The Academy has prepared you well enough," Thrawn addressed them with that quiet confidence you'd already grown used to. "But we can no longer afford to settle for only enough. The Rebels are growing in their strength and number, and most importantly, in their skill. Do you know who the best fighter pilot is at the moment?"

There was a silence as the pilots looked around to each other. One happened to catch you from the corner of his eye. He frowned in confusion at your presence before turning back around.

"A Captain in the Rebel forces," Thrawn answered his own question, following it up with your name. There was murmuring as some seemed to recognize the name. You weren't sure if you should feel flattered that your reputation preceded you.

"Can any of you confidently say you are better than her?" Thrawn threw out another question but this time didn't wait for a potential response. "No. You are not the best. But, you can be trained by the best. And then there may be hope for the Empire yet."

The pilot who'd noticed you before swung back around to look at you, starting to piece two and two together. You figured this was about as good a time as any to finally push yourself forward.

The whispers returned as you came into view, shuffling amongst seats to get a better look at your disheveled appearance. Or perhaps just your presence in and of itself. They were in as much disbelief as you were over the situation.

One pilot was a little slower than the others and called out, "Who the hell is this?"

Thrawn cooly responded, "The best," before stepping back to give you room.

You took in a deep breath, mostly to get your panting under control, and a little to calm the nerves. You were surrounded by enemies, you reminded yourself. These pilots meant nothing to you. You had nothing to prove to them.

And yet, the itching inside continued.

"Is this a joke?" You recognized the voice as the first pilot who had spoken up. He was a handsome guy, round face and clear skin. His smirk was as mischievous as you'd pictured it earlier.

"I wish it were," you said, hating how your voice betrayed your physical exhaustion.

The pilot didn't seem to know how to respond to that, so the one sitting next to him spoke up instead.

"So you're telling me this Rebel twat knows more about flying than we do?" She seemed to be questioning one of the officers or Thrawn himself, but her eyes were fixed on you.

"There's no need to be vulgar, Heva," the one who'd noticed you earlier spoke up, albeit in a soft tone. "She is the best..."

"For a Rebel," Heva scoffed, settling back in her seat with arms crossed. "Which isn't saying much, now, is it?"

You desperately wanted to scratch the itch, to put these MF-ers in their place, but you'd need to pace yourself. Battles weren't won in a day, as you unfortunately knew firsthand.

"Test me," you said, straightening up a little.

This earned you a mix of snorts and incredulous smirks.

"Alright," Heva sniffed. "How do you reprogram a misaligned targeting system mid-flight? Smoke is coming from the underside of a TIE starfighter cockpit, what has been damaged? Do you use concussion missiles or proton torpedoes against a particle shield?"

You noted her questions were specific to Imperial tech, things you would likely not know about. But even if you did, they were hardly the most important things to be quizzed on, so you didn't feel particularly demeaned like she probably hoped.

You hummed. "I confess, I don't know."

Heva wore a self-satisfied grin while a few snickered around her.

"Now let me ask you something," you continued, not letting them enjoy their petty victory for long. "You're flanked between two enemy crafts and no wiggle room on either side. Ahead is a building, or some other obstacle, where impact would be fatal. What do you do?"

Some of the pilots seemed to be considering the question while others, like Heva and the pretty boy next to her, were more reluctant to play along.

"How far away?" asked the soft-spoken one.

You looked out across the hangar. "Let's say... from here to the viewport. A hundred meters?"

"Wait them out" said the pretty pilot, and it was then you noticed he had some chewing gum in his mouth, further accentuating his blasé attitude. "The enemy craft won't risk a collision either. As soon as they peel off, you follow."

"They're Rebels," you pointed out. "Some of the crazier ones. Flyers who know how to bank last minute and won't let you breathe for an inch. You can wait to bank with them, but if you're even a hair's length out of sync, you'll collide."

"Pull up sooner," someone shouted out.

"Collision," you asserted. "They're flanking, not mirroring. You won't fall far enough back before they do, too."

"Alright then, Best Pilot in the Galaxy," sneered Heva. "What do you do? Or are you trying to use a trick question to make yourself sound smarter?"

You took in a measured breath to maintain your composure. "You drop. Kill the engine, drop a few meters, fire it back up in time to bank."

There were even more scoffs and snorts than before.

"That's not... you can't..." the soft-spoken pilot's face was screwed up in deep thought, trying to make sense of your outlandish idea. "I mean, the physics of it alone... How could you even calculate the timing of it?"

"A situation like that, there's no calculating," you agreed. "There's no recalling a classroom lesson or reciting a manual. There's only feeling."

You hadn't exactly held their respect before, but now you'd really lost them. You were preaching about feelings, to a crowd who didn't think they needed to be taught anything in the first place. The looks on their faces, the not-so-polite words they were sputtering at a not-so-subtle volume, were proof they found you ridiculous.

You risked a glance back at Thrawn, whose expression was deadpan and gave away nothing of how he perceived this whole exchange. Not that you needed his approval. But he'd staked a lot in this plan of having a captured Rebel pilot teach an Imperial squadron; you were nervous about the consequences of failing him.

Your gaze shifted from his apathetic eyes to a starship just behind him. A TIE Interceptor by the looks of it. There wasn't much you envied about the Empire, save for this one vessel. The itching intensified; you were practically chomping at the bit now that the idea popped into your mind. A way to kill two birds with one stone.

You steeled yourself with another breath and turned back to face your disgruntled audience.

"...it's just not possible," someone was saying.

"It is possible." You raised your voice to be heard over their ruckus. Whatever fatigue your body had been suffering was now muted as adrenaline began to ramp up inside you. "I've done it before."

This hushed them up a bit, though skepticism was still written across their features. You couldn't help but grin in response.

"Would you like me to do it again?"

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leifkncries · 1 year

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@jiyi-jiyi HOW DARE YOU GET ME ATTACHED WITH THE ORV X OBEY ME AU YOU MADE!

anyways, you already read this but i'll post it anyway because i'm probably not gonna post for a long time (probably)

also, this won't be canon to the novel. i read the manhwa but stopped reading it after a while lmao

anyway..

BROTHER'S POV

"Mammon?" Satan stared at his lifeless body, hugging it. He felt the world stop at that moment. Was this what it felt when Lilith died? Was this what it felt like to lose a sibling you adored?

It felt.. empty.

He couldn't even process this- He couldn't even think!

He looked up to find the damn truck, but it was nowhere to be seen.

Actually- How could a fucking truck kill the avatar of greed?

He was the second strongest, everyone knew that.

Avatars are immune to most things. There are some weaknesses such as…

Holy Magic.

His eyebrows furrowed, wrath coming out of his body, alerting the nearby citizens.

Even though they were angels before, they weren't immune to it at all.

There were some recent assassination attempts.

For example, this one airplane that was called 'Airplane~Kun' (weird name) nearly crashed into Mammon while He was all alone at the beach.

It didn't succeed, and while they were trying to find it or salvage some parts, it disappeared.

It was thought to be an accident at first but after seeing it disappear, it was said to be an assassination report.

There were security cameras that captured the name, but the plane was too fast to capture the message under it. When they slowed the video down, it only said one single word.

Reincarnation.

Now that Satan thinks about it, the truck that killed Mammon had a similar message.

‘Truck~Kun! Transportation, Transmigration, and Reincarnation! Sending souls to wherever they’ll fucking go. Commission us at!...’

Satan sort of forgot the numbers…

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Oh, he was crying. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the liquid. He didn’t need to turn around to look at who it was. The gloved hand, the heat radiating off of it, and the look that made an average demon feel vulnerable.

The black-haired demon was silent. Satan was too. He was too upset to shake the other off and punch him in the face. A drip of water fell onto Satan’s leather jacket.

He turned his head around, looking at the avatar of pride. Tears were falling down his face, and his eyes were red and puffy. It seems like he cried a lot before coming here. That explains why he’s so silent.

The ambulance finally arrived, it took stupidly long. “S-Sir Satan? Can you give us his body?” A brave (shivering) driver came and politely asked the avatar of wrath.

Satan glared at him, who flinched and felt the avatar of pride’s glare on him too. ‘This is real hell..’ The demon cried mentally. Satan silently put Mammon in the carrier, before transforming into his demon form and flying away.

The only reason he was so calm at the moment was that he couldn’t cry in front of all those damn people who let his brother die. They alerted him but didn’t even try to pull him back.

(Sure, he cried but he didn’t have an all-out sobbing, crying, thrashing, falling against the wall session.)

Lucifer’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to tell him to stop. But he just closed his mouth. He understood what his brother was going through. He couldn’t just tell him to stop.

Actually, He couldn't even speak.

He couldn't even think straight.

His world just crashed down on him.

Mammon, his own brother.

One that immediately flew down with him even though he would've lost his status as an angel.

He couldn't cry.

With a stone-cold face, He went to discuss things with the doctors.

Mammon wouldn't like that.

The family.. was silent.

As Diavolo grimly told them the terrible, haunting news. No one expected this- it happened out of nowhere. Just yesterday, the whole family was at the table, laughing and smiling.

Just a few hours ago, They were all happy.

"Mammon!" Leviathan called. "There's a new multiplayer game I got. Let's play it later tonight, alright?" He grinned, the white haired demon perking up at the offer and smiling. "Of course! The Great Mammon will be right there! Can't ignore my lil bro's request~" He chuckled to himself.

"Mammon~ Tomorrow, There's an acting gig. Wanna do it together?" Asmodeus chattered. "Heh, alright, Asmo. I'm sure the prettiest demon in the devildom will outshine everyone there." Mammon complimented, smiling fondly at the younger who huffed in pride.

"Mamon.. (reference to the filipino dessert) do you wanna go to the ramen shop soon? I got a discount and they make really tasty ramen…" Beelzebub smiled softly. "Whaaaa?! Really?! Thank ya for inviting, Beel. Yer the best. I'll get ya and Belph some presents." Mammon hugged him.

"Luci! Ya better not be plannin on overworking yourself again! I'll cook dinner for ya and the brothers tonight, ya better enjoy the Great Mammon's great cooking!" The younger one smirked smugly. "Heh.. Well, don't fail my expectations." Lucifer smiled back, making Mammon stick his tongue out playfully.

The promises… were broken.

since you already know what happened with satan and luci, LET'S GO TO LEVI WOOHOO

He was as broken as that promise.

Sitting on his bed staring at his blanket, he let tears fall onto the fabric. He couldn't play games. He couldn't do anything but fall apart.

He- He couldn't fucking process what the fuck happened!

His family already went through multiple of the second-born's near death experiences already.

(yin honestly that's what you always do)

He never.. expected one to actually succeed.

And a fucking truck?!

Come on, once he got shot in the abdomen.

A huge and tall building fell on him! TWICE!

He got stabbed with a blade laced with poison and took his sweet sweet time going back to the house, not getting treated and letting blood seep out of his wound. He could've fallen unconscious while returning!

An airplane nearly crashed into him!

Yet this time, a fucking truck that he could've ran away from since he was the fastest demon in the devildom, KILLED HIM!

The third most powerful demon died due to a fucking truck.

IT DIDN'T MAKE SENSE.

WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE?

WHY.

As tears fell down his face, a blue tinted screen was in front of him. "What.. the fuck?" He muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes so that the blurry screen (due to his glassy eyes) could be visible.

"This looks like.. an omniscient viewers viewpoint screen?!" His eyes widened, staring at the screen in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and opened them again, only to see the same screen in front of him.

"Would you like to join channel #BI-7623?"

"Am I a constellation?" He asked nobody. Normally, he would be happy, ecstatic, even. But... Mammon. Narrowing his eyes, he questions himself. 'Should I do this?'

'Yes. I should. I can't.. I can't keep crying.. Mammon always said to be happy.' With that, he sniffled and wiped his nose. Though obviously he couldn't get rid of the puffy red eyes, he could get rid of the tears. At least for a few moments.

Clicking on the option Yes, he was suddenly teleported to literal space. (I never read the novel, bare with me here.) "So this is what it feels like- SATAN AND LUCIFER?!" Leviathan was dumbstruck.

"I got the notification as well. Did you?" Satan asked, staring at the blue haired man across the table. Well- It wasn't exactly a table, just a blue tinted screen showing the option: "view channel"

Leviathan clicked on it, and suddenly there was a huge screen in front of them that showed the screen. There was silence as they watched the white haired man speaking with a black haired man and a woman.

They looked at a man, who began speaking. They were saying things that could be heard, but the demon brothers felt like it was inaudible. "I knew that he would be here, but.." Satan mumbled, breaking the silence.

"Mammon.. he's.. he's alright." Lucifer smiled fondly at the screen. They watched as Mammon smiled softly at the man, before slipping away from the man and woman he was talking to earlier.

Mammon moved closer to a grandma who was shaking. As the man pulled out his ID card, an ugly thing appeared and yelled at them. The grandma was surprised and was even crying a bit. Mammon sighed, pursing his lips.

He began to speak to the grandma, trying to make her feel better with a sad smile. As the white haired man talked to the grandma kindly, the brothers had a bitter smile on their face. They remembered when Mammon would always comfort them with that same tone.

They saw the ugly thing talk again and Mammon stopped talking to the grandma. Mammon suddenly glanced over to a brunette. Leviathan's eyes widened. "Lee Gilyoung!" He exclaimed, before his lips curled into a small smile.

'So he's gonna try and take Dokja's role, huh? Wait- will he sacrifice himself-' Leviathan's once smile turned into a frown as he furrowed his brows. "How do I send this scumbag a message.." He looked around for an option.

Leviathan flinched, hearing murmurs and voices. 'Is that.. Lee Jihye's.. oh Diavolo…' Leviathan looked away from the screen, not wanting to see the murder scene about to happen.

Satan and Lucifer were just kind of.. looking at Levi judgmentally as he looked away from the screen. He was acting weird. Once, he was smiling, then he was frowning and looking for something, then he looked away from the screen as a girl choked another female. (I don't know what she actually did. 💀💀)

It was clear that Leviathan knew this whole thing, but he was acting weirdly.

Suddenly, A teenager began walking to Mammon. Mammon rolled his eyes, talking to the teenager. The teenager seemed to get frustrated, and threatened Mammon. Now this made the brothers a little agitated.

"The second that bastard goes into the water, I will summon Lotan on him. How dare he threaten Mammon.. I never liked Namwoon anyway! I think.." Leviathan scoffed. (He wouldn't do this or say it out loud, but you gotta understand that mammon literally passed away and he's traumatised. 💀)

"This bastard…" The avatar of wrath growled, a purple aura forming behind him. Oh yeah, did I mention that they were all in their demon forms? To just fit in with the others, I guess.

"Mammon. Kill him." Lucifer glared at the blue tinted screen, wishing the teenager to just die already. "If he doesn't, I will make it a personal mission to find him and kill him myself." He smirked, aura seeping out of his body as well.

Murmurs went around.

"They seem strong, don't they?"

"Why the fuck are they going for the teenager? Do they adore the damn grandma or what?"

"Shivers. I felt fucking shivers."

"They seem a little uneducated though? Don't they know you can place a bounty and let the players do the dirty work?"

"I like the kid, though."

"You should probably rephrase that sentence."

(I'M CRYING I DON'T KNOW HOW CONSTELLATIONS ACT)

Mammon smiled, breaking their trance of murdering the poor minor. "Try to kill me then, I doubt ya fucking can!" He said smugly. The white haired teenager tried to punch the demon, but he caught the fist with a smirk.

Mammon then said something about his age and how he's far stronger than this random teen. Leviathan snorted. "Obviously he's older and stronger, he's literally a demon!" He laughed to himself.

Mammon suddenly yelled at the black haired man, signalling something. They watched it before the plan was discussed, and the other constellations weren't exactly looking at Mammon for some reason so they don't know either.

The black haired man (Now known as Dokja) nodded at the white haired demon and ran past the teenager. Mammon grabbed the teenager and made sure he wouldn't do any.. violent actions.

Namwoon tried to kick Mammon as Mammon held him by the collar, but Mammon simply dodged. Dokja tried to give Mammon a grasshopper, but Mammon shook his head and gave Dokja the grasshopper and told him an order. Dokja was about to refuse, but Mammon ruffled his hair.

"UGH. I know I shouldn't feel envious of a great main character like Dokja, but he's treating Kim Dokja like a younger brother!" Leviathan stuck out his tongue, glaring at the screen as if it was Mammon forgetting his debt to him.

If you're wondering why they're just spitting out these things, earlier when Lucifer heard a word from the other constellations, he saw an option that let their conversation not be heard by others. Also an option to invite people to their table right next to it, but let's ignore it.

(Lmao, i don't even know what I'm writing at this point. Their tables are so high-tech.)

"Do it, Dokja. I've done countless sins already." Mammon smiled at the younger, who nodded and ran away. Satan snortled, as Mammon was an avatar of greed, so it was pretty much obvious.

Mammon put his attention on Namwoon, who glared at the older man. A bit of aura slipped past Mammon, he clearly didn't plan that. Namwoon cursed the demon, and Mammon slammed the teenager into the seats.

"Ugh.. I like the kid, but I don't think he'll survive.."

"Did you see that? A bit of aura went out of his body yet it was enough for a demon!"

"At this point, I can't be his constellation partner. He seems too powerful on his own!"

"Same here."

"This is actually entertaining! I'm glad I joined this channel."

Leaving the teen alone, Mammon turned to Dokja who yelled and announced stuff I don't wanna write. Mammon turned to the grandma and spoke stuff. I'm getting lazy. As Mammon killed the grandma, the constellations began speaking again.

"I can't believe he killed her! I'm getting wary of this kid.."

"Wait, how the fuck did his claws become claw-like?"

"This guy isn't a human.."

"Y'all didn't understand the message? It was kind, I bet he just knew that things would get worse over time. Dunno how, but that's it."

"Dude, not all of us talk a lot of languages. Plus, how can someone come from the future?"

(I LOVE HOW I MADE THEM TALK LIKE THAT ABSHAJHAJS)

As Mammon looked back, the teenager was gone. He relaxed, pursing his lips. He went to check out the fight happening, eyes twinkling. "Seeing the main character in action is awesome.." Leviathan had constellations in his eyes as well. Get it? Constellation? Haha… bye.

Then, the teenager noticed Mammon and tried to attack him. The mood of the brothers instantly dropped, but they tried to keep their cool. Mammon acted scared, but everyone knew he was just acting…

Dokja ran over to Mammon, then the teenager tried to stab Dokja in the heart but then it scratched his shoulder.. it was a mess, really. Mammon supported Dokja, before Namwoon called for Dokja.

They were fighting, and the teenager was fighting to survive.

"Michael?"

"Wait- No-"

"PLEASE- STAY AWAY!"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Mammon's eyes widened, and he covered his ears. "I'm not there anymore.. calm.. calm down.." He mumbled, fighting off the tears from the memory. He breathed, not listening to anything happening.

"He's not here anymore.." He sniffed, near to hysteria at just the thought of him. "Is he.. thinking of Michael?.." Leviathan frowned, clenching his fist. "That damn bastard…" Satan glared at the screen. Lucifer stayed silent, trying not to literally punch the fucking screen.

"Now this is fascinating.."

i'm crying

"What in the celes- world happened here."

oops accidentally put my hc that demons use 'what in the celestia/celestial realm' here but i forgot he's not a demon (these are just comments from author btw, i'm sleepy so i'm adding this in for fun)

"I was only gone for a few minutes, but look at all this damn mess!"

"This isn't normal?" Leviathan questioned, humming.

Dead corpses rose from the streets as Mammon swore, running beside the black haired man. Suddenly, an Ichthyosaur crushed the bridge they were running on. Mammon protected the younger, sheltering the office worker.

"This is epic!" Leviathan cheered, managing to control his envy for once. "Though, I wish Mammon told me the novel he was reading was omniscient viewer's viewpoint. I would've binged the 500 chapters with him.." Levi pouted.

Satan rolled his eyes. "You'll influence him to watch all the animes, read all the mangas and read all of the novels. You'll both get no life at all." He scoffed. "And that's a bad thing?!" Levi huffed.

A blessing from a constellation suddenly appeared. An even number of people can go through the bridge, and they had an even amount of people. "Oh Diavolo.." Leviathan sighed. Satan raised an eyebrow.

Ah, a zombie. Mammon sighed, before doing an omae wa mou shindeiru and slamming the body into the ground. Suddenly, the zombie of Kim Namwoon appeared. "Beat his ass like you did earlier, Mams!" Levi grinned.

Mammon acted weaker than usual and fell into the water while whispering a few words to the reader. Leviathan slammed his hands on the table. "That idiot! He sacrificed himself so that the plot could go on! Did he just die again? No way!" He raged.

Lucifer sighed, not exactly knowing what to do. He knows Mammon can survive, but how, exactly? He pursed his lips as he saw the whitette fall. Somehow, his heart dropped. He can't risk Mammon dying again.. not under his watch.

The avatar of wrath looked around for an option to save Mammon, and his eyes widened as he clicked something. Suddenly, they were teleported to the place where Mammon was, but only as spirits.

"Mammon, wake up." Leviathan urged, trying to shake Mammon awake but failing because he's a fucking ghost now lol. "Lucifer, we have to wake him up and send him back!" He looked at the indigoette. "Should we?" He furrowed his brows.

"Of course, yes! Who knows what'll happen if we try and put him back in our universe? We need to complete the ending, that's how it works in video games and what's happening seems like a video game." The otaku huffed.

"Wait. Mammon, why didn't you choose one of us as your supporting constellation?" Satan asked, frowning. "Cause I'm better.." Mammon replied, half asleep. "..." Satan had a tick mark on his forehead. "Can I beat him up?" One of his eyes twitched.

"Weren't you crying like a baby a few hours ago?" Leviathan erupted into a fit of giggles. "Actually, can I beat YOU up?! Plus, you're acting like you weren't." Satan rolled his eyes. "He's got a point, Leviathan." Lucifer muttered from the sidelines. Somehow, he felt ignored by a higher presence.

The white, ugly ahh creature from a while ago popped in. "Hello, Faithful constellations! I noticed this table entered spirit mode. May I ask why?" That awfully sweet tone could make a cat sick.

"Isn't it obvious? We want to save him." Satan scoffed. He seemed to be scoffing a lot recently. "Why.. why would you want to save such an insignificant human?" Bihyung was confused.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast on all of their faces. 'Ugh.. I've heard of constellations actually liking unimportant humans, but they never went into spirit mode! After all, it's a useless option.' The dokkaebi felt sweat dripping from his forehead.

Their auras that slipped out..

It nearly made Bihyung pass out by how overbearing it was.

Was it sending a message to Bihyung telling it to not mess with these constellations?

If so, it worked.

"Wait! Wait! What do you even want?! Don't use your powers on me!" Constellations were OBVIOUSLY considered powerful, so the dokkaebi were cowards in front of actual constellations.

"Well then.. Save my goddamn little bro- favourite.. incarnation?..." Lucifer blinked, not understanding the complete plot of this novel thing. But he managed to correct himself.

"Ugh, alright…" Bihyung huffed.

By the way, this was hidden from the constellations.

134 returned to their table. (If you don't get it, First Avatar of Pride, Lucifer, Third Avatar of Envy, Leviathan, and Fourth Avatar of Wrath, Satan.)

"You're an interesting human aside from the other one." The dokkaebi said. Mammon snorted, as he wasn't a human. "Thanks, I try." He sat up, cringing at the feeling of the cold water against his skin accompanied by the clothes.

"I've never ever seen an incident where constellations help insignificant humans like yourself." The dokkaebi scoffed, remembering the incident from earlier.

"Well what can I say? I'm really outstanding with me' appearance and all." Mammon grinned, getting a donation from the emo fifteen year old kid.

"Dokkaebi Bihyung.." A sly smirk appeared on his face, his eyebrows furrowed. "Run the ads for a few minutes, won't ya?" He ordered. "I bet all of them are confused, heheh~" Leviathan grinned.

The dokkaebi had his eyes wide open, and he was about to refute the incarnation (or constellation? both?) when it felt a shiver travel up his spine. It ran the ads, before facing Mammon.

"I'm actually itching to know what's going on, though.." Leviathan whined, watching an ad about something. (listen i don't know at all) "It's frustrating, getting interrupted seeing my brother by an ad." Satan scoffed. Okay, Lucifer felt ignored.

After a few moments, the brothers were getting irritated. "What's going on?!" Levi groaned, banging his head on the blue tinted screen. "What happened in this part of the storyline?" Lucifer asked.

Leviathan flinched, and he thought about it for a moment. A smug smirk was on his face. "He's making a deal with the dokkaebi right now, and probably scamming him." He snickered, imagining the situation.

Mammon was sitting on the grass peacefully, waiting for the younger to show up. He saw Dokja get out of the water, and helped him.

They began exclaiming stuff. "It's alright. Not what I was planning, but, I'm surprised you actually lived." Dokja smiled. "I have my ways." The demon grinned.

Lucifer rolled his eyes at Mammon's answer, and it seems like the System picked it up. A gasp was heard from a constellation and typed 'I can't believe The MorningStar is in the same channel as me!' in chat.

Lucifer smiled and typed in a response, or well, just sent a hello emoji. Scoffing, Satan typed in chat for them to just shut up and watch.

"Hold your breath, Dokja." He told the younger one. Dokja nodded, and entered the city. Mammon just walked, covering Dokja's face with a cloth so that he didn't get poisoned.

Lucifer smiled, quickly tying something in the chat.

'I wish you the best, Mammon.'

Though Mammon couldn't see the exact message, Mammon smiled and looked up. "Thanks, big bro." He grinned, before letting the constellations go absolutely crazy.

#obey me angst #obey me #obey me mammon #the great mammon #obey me mammon angst #om #omswd #om swd #om angst #om fluff #om crack #obey me crack #crossover #orv #orv omniscient reader's view point #omniscient reader's viewpoint #humor #just for fun #short story

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Drive Me Crazy

SUMMARY: You were never a fan of Taxis or any sort-of online transportation service, but another late night in the Museum found you needing to make use of said service.

CHARACTERS: Dark! Jake Lockley x F!Reader; Steven Grant

WARNINGS: Rough Non-Con; Drugging; Sexual Assault; Rape; Somnophilia; P in V; Oral (M receiving); Groping; Breastplay; Choking; Creampie; Mention of Stalking; Reader Dealing With the Aftermath. Heed to this warnings, please. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

WORDS: 5,256

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"Go home, Y/N. Do not make me and JB force you out like last time."

It was another late night in your office. Cracking your neck from side to side, relief at the sound brought you a moment of emptiness post rehabilitation to yet another piece discovered. Working as the newest Archivist in London's National Gallery, you did the best you could on a day to day basis. To bring back a fragment of history from the timeless pieces that are discovered and maintaining some to the fullest of your abilities.

Turning your head, Donna, the staff manager, was there with the familiar frown on her lips.

"I'm finishing up," You lied through your teeth with a smile on your face and your signature puppy dog eyes included. It always got to Donna and hopefully this time around it would also be of great use to the much older woman in front of you.

"Sometimes I wonder what gives you the drive to do what you do, you're not even paid to work overtime." She spoke shaking her hand and you could simply shrug as your answer. You simply loved your work. The hours were not much of a problem to you as one might believe it was. Years of working and making a name for yourself had led you to be where you always dream of being in. The very place you had once only been talking about with your parents when you were younger.

Sighing in defeat, you realized that Donna wasn't here for small talks, she wanted to make sure you were kicked out of your office and be done for the day--well, night if you were more specific now. Covering the set piece in the acrylic covers and placing a black cloth over it, you made your way to your desk where your things had been placed. Logging off of your desktop for the day and slipping your planner right back into your bag, your turned to Donna, a satisfied smile on her face knowing you were leaving now.

"I remember someone as enthusiastic as you when it comes to Egyptian History, it's such a shame that he had a few loose screw in the head."

You heard stories in passing about a man named Steven Grant, about how a gift shop clerk had so much knowledge about Egyptian History but had been more well known for the damage he had caused to the Museum, some of which you were still helping in the restoration. A part of you knew that the man was simply misunderstood. Something that no one truly knew about the man, or cared less about knowing about him. Something or someone might just ticked him off to the extreme.

"I'm just hoping he is in a better place and a better state of mind right now."

It was a flaw as many of your co-worker and even family had constantly pointed out. You always saw the best in everyone, no matter how vile and terrible a person might be. They always have some good in them. Call it wishful thinking but you always believe that everyone always has that one bad day that could ruin their day and for the people around them to see.

"Well he better be, he still needs to pay for the damages he's caused." Donna continued on, bored. Her body resting against the frame of your office door, eyes far too focused on her finger nails to have any mind in you and your weak attempt at slowing down in getting the rest of your things. "I always thought he was a nutter." she added as an afterthought.

You sighed, knowing you weren't about to win when it comes to Donna. She had met and worked with the man while you haven't. You haven't even seen the man in person, only the stories of his eccentric way. Your belief was disregarded compared to their own. Finally having ready with your things, you pulled out the keys to your office to finally lock out for the night.

"Ready?" Donna inquired finally turning to you with an expectant look on her face.

"Let's go home, Donna." You smiled pulling down the sleeves to your button down shirt and grazing your hands on your black pencil skirt to wipe away the imaginary dust that lingered before following Donna out, making sure the lock was set on your door and you've finally clocked out. Fifteen hours for the day was worth the small aches in your neck and calves as you finally followed Donna out as she double check everything before logging off herself.

Your black heels clicked on the newly polished floor of the museum front, your eyes gazing on the recovering exhibit that you're finally close to finishing at this point. In hindsight, had it not been for the destruction that Steven Grant has done to some of the pieces in the Exhibits, you would not have been given the opportunity to finally work here in the National Gallery. The silver linings mean the most to you if you disregard the damage and the need to use a bathroom that was at the other end of the museum until the plumbing was finished.

"Finally heading home, Y/N?" J.B. was quick to inquire the moment you had walked towards the reception to where he was stationed.

Your eyes lingered on the number of monitors in his desk, but more bothered by the YouTube video playing on his phone. He may or may not have had a hand to the mess in the museum if you were to be honest. But like what was constantly told in the background, it was no one's fault but Steven Grants.

"Unfortunately." You responded, giving the man a polite smile, peering your head to the entrance and realizing the last bus had passed hours ago which meant you had to deal with either a Taxi or Uber, both mode of transportation you never truly favored.

You let out a groan realizing the mistake of your action. A part of you kicking yourself for not taking your Dad on the offer of buying yourself a car, but knowing the gas and maintenance that comes with it, you couldn't bother yourself with it as much. The traffic wasn't something you want to also deal with you could.

"Late nights means no bus, Y/N. You should be mindful of that from now on." Donna had pointed out appearing besides you. "A pretty thing like you in the streets in this hour just spells trouble."

You could only smile and ignore her words. You were in the more secure side of the city. Even your apartment was that of the safest you would ever believe. The apartment was expensive and the commute can be a nightmare at times, but it was safe. Never once had you found yourself get catcalled or harassed on the street. You hope it would stay that way longer as you enjoyed your new life and career here in London.

"Want to catch a ride with me?" Donna inquired.

She lived the opposite side from where your apartment was. Not only did you not want to trouble her with the extended drive, you never truly wanted anyone from work to know where you live. Learning far too much from your father's warnings and the multiple true crime documentaries was enough of a warning even in your more than optimistic way of life and opinion on people.

"I'm fine. I'll just catch a cab." You answered with a reassuring smile.

Donna with the same deadpan look nodded and made her way into her car. Giving you a tired nod, drove away as you now found yourself standing by the curb waiting for a possible ride home.

The numbing cold of the London air was still something you were getting used to. You were still trying your best to invest on much warmer coats instead of relying on the tops you had on. Your eyes were slowly getting heavy and you had regretted the late night book reading you've done last night as you waited for a vacant cab to drive by. You rolled your shoulders, as the ache was finally coming to haunt you from the tedious workload you forced yourself to do for the day.

Your eyes squinted at the far too bright headlight that had come to your view and without even thinking twice, had hollered for a taxi that was quick to halt right in front of you. A decent looking man, olive skin shadowed by the flat hat he had on. You could barely register his eyes, now focused on you as you made your way inside.

"Where to?" The man inquired, surprising you by the New York-accent instead of the customary British twang. His eyes peered at the rear view mirror, dark brown eyes looking far too intense to your liking.

You told him the address--a few blocks away from where your apartment was. It was better he didn't know your exact location. Just to be safe. A quick jog to your apartment wouldn't hurt anyone, most especially you especially at this time of the night.

Your heavy eyes turned to the window as the car started. The slightly warm air from inside of the car brought a momentary relief to your aching bones. You bent slightly from where you sat and rubbed your aching calves--muttering how your heels was a death trap waiting to happen. You should probably bring flats from now on.

"You don't look like you're from around here." The cabbie pointed out all of a sudden making your jerk your head towards him, his eyes focused solely on the road.

"From across the world." You answered vaguely. "I see you're just like me." You pointed out, making small talk to be polite.

"New York." He answered. "Found something good in London and just never left." He answered.

You nodded. Not knowing what else to say to him.

"New job?" He inquired. "Never seen you around the museum before."

You blinked wondering how he would know such a thing, but then again. People come and go in the museum and he probably had a few in his cab in the past. You decided to not make so much of a big deal about it.

"Just started out, helping in a few Egyptian pieces destroyed by a former employee." You explained. "It was a nightmare for the curators, but it was an opportunity that had me be assigned here. Silver linings, I guess." You shrugged.

"Into restoration or something?" He inquired and surprising you with his knowledge from just a few words you've spoke.

"Something like that." You spoke not wanting to expose more about your line of work.

He fell silent now and you were genuinely relieved by it. You never truly had a good experience with cab drivers or Uber Drivers in your time here in London. If they weren't spewing bigotry or sexist remarks, the array of sexual harassments you've dealt with had steered you clear of using it until it was genuinely necessary. This night was one of those nights and you were thankful the man driving wasn't much of a creep as the rest of them. He was handsome when you took a glance at you, brown eyes with a long prominent nose, olive skin, and puff of curly hair hidden under the top hat of his.

"Son of a--"

Before you could question the man, the sudden impact of the car's brake had you slamming your head through the set in front of you, momentarily disorienting you from your senses.

"Sorry about that, Doll." The man spoke and rubbing the now tender spot on your forehead, you looked ahead to see a few cars collided among themselves, realizing what the both of you had avoided.

"What happened?" You wandered peering through the wreckage.

"A bender from the looks of it." The driver muttered, your eyes looking at the three cars, practically crushed against each other and you wondered had the both of you been a little earlier--or if you had decided to head home before Donna called, would you have been included in the mess in front of you. Bile rose from your throat at the sight of pooling blood from one of the cars--you doubt any of the individuals in the car had survived.

The ringing in your ears slowly ceased as the sound of sirens were there to replace it. The sight of couple of Ambulances came alongside the police made it evident that it would be a nightmare to pass through.

"Would it be fine if we try a different route?" The man inquired.

Checking your watch, it was leaning closer to morning at this point and fatigue finally washing away in your system, you could only nod and allowed the man to put the cab at reverse to try a different route from your usual one.

You winced rubbing your forehead, you could only hope it doesn't bruise tomorrow when you head to work.

"Want some Tylenol for that head?" The driver inquired, eyes looking at the rear view mirror at you. "Saw you took a huge bump from that."

You thought twice about accepting pills from a stranger but maybe it was your head, but you found yourself accepting the small bottle handed by the man. Taking two pills dry, you had handed the bottle back to the man as he continued on driving a different route.

"Thank you--I'm sorry I didn't get your name." You spoke eyes growing heavy but you tried your best to fight.

"Names Jake," He smiled turned to face you as the stop light turned red. "Jake Lockley."

It was like playing Russian roulette when it comes to you.

And all you could remember before darkness could consume you was the car coming to a halt and the darkness in the man's eyes as he looked right back at you.

He didn't think it would be easy. His damn luck sometimes. He smiled peering right up to the rear view mirror as soon as he halted right in front of your apartment. Dead to the world, you were.

Y/N Y/L/N, the new Conservator for the National Gallery--or so he had heard from Steven in his conversation with Marc. You were a beauty, too plain and looked too much of a prude, but you had a killer set of ass and tits on you. Doe eyes and from the looks of it when he made a visit to the museum, you looked far too much of a people pleaser--too cheery for his liking too.

But somehow, he still couldn't help himself in looking at you. Every single time, when the clock struck seven, when he drives past the museum, he would see you heading to your usual stop waiting for the bus to lead you home. He may or may not have followed you home a few times, so it was easy to drive you right in front of your doorstep instead of the initial address you've given him. You were a smart cookie, he could give you that--but failed when it comes to accepting unknown drugs from unknown strangers--but then again. You and him, neither of you were much of a strange to begin with. Had it not been for that asshole Marc Spector or the pussy Steven Grant and their powerplay for control of this body, you wouldn't be where you were in this moment--among other things he wouldn't even bother getting into.

Unbuckling his seatbelt, the smirk on his face wouldn't let up with how easy it had been for him to do this, to have you all to himself. An opportunity on the road, led you to him, it was all part of his grand scheme, to fuck everyone over and to get his own slice of heaven the two motherfuckers he had so deal with in this body already had in their life. He killed Harrow as what was agreed upon unlike the two that rejected what was always tasked from them do. Ungrateful pieces of shit they were.

Making his way to the back, his first focus was your bag, rummaging until he comes to the shiny sight of your apartment key, a smirk seeing the still smudged number written on your keys in what he would guess would be your apartment number. Lifting you up in his arms bridal style with your bag as well as his own in his grasp, he had locked his cab and carried you right up. His eyes took a quick glance around, checking for cameras and seeing the lack of one made his job just a little bit easier.

Ridding the elevator, he pressed onto the 6th floor to where your apartment was. His mind was filled with nothing but just satiating his never ending curiosity for you. Your scent, hints of jasmine and the light citrus afternote that slowly grew strong as your unconscious body clung to him. Limp arm resting against his chest, his eyes peeking and was welcomed with the swells of your breast from your unbuttoned shirt. And here he thought you were a prude, you were a little tease too.

As the box finally halted, he had walked slowly, listening to the slightest of sounds, listening for the possibility of a nosy neighbor or worse a far too concern one. Seeing and hearing none, he continued on his journey until he halted at the last door to the left. With the light clink of the key pushed through the keyhole, he smirked as he had opened it without much of a difficulty or a rouse from your neighbors. He walked inside.

Immediately placing you on the couch, he surveyed your apartment, planting a few cameras just for--his amusement, he continued on with inspecting inside. A single bedroom apartment, with a sizeable living room and kitchen, this must have caused you a fortune, but with your line of work this would probably just be change for you.

With his inspection done, seeing no cameras of your own to watch over you, his focus turned right back to you, still deep in your drugged slumber. Lips parted slightly and the ache in his dick grew now that he has you. God, all he wants to do is have you suck him off with those lips of yours.

"Fuck it." He grunts, slipping off his cap and coat. Fuck his plan, fuck his last ounce of control. He will have you one way or another.

He took his time undressing you. It started with your shirt, the loose shirt had hidden so much of your tits, of your shapely body, and that frail neck that his hand was itching to wrap around. He continued on with his ministration of unclothing you one by one. His attention turned to your skirt, how easy it was to just lift it up and fuck you in the couch. He unzipped the office skirt and whistled to himself the shapely legs you hidden underneath. Then his eyes turned right back up to your bra, how they held onto your breast like a glove. His fondled on your fleshy mound, before tearing the small scrap of cloth from your chest, exposing you further to his gaze.

Satisfied with your current naked state, he unzipped his pants, pushing his pants and boxers down. He pulled onto your ankles, maneuvering you until your head hanged on the end of the couch and legs dangled on the couch's back. One hand held onto your jaw, opening your mouth wide to give him entrance to the velvet warmth of your mouth and the other began their assault on your nipples. Pinching and twisting them vigorously as he began to move his hips in a slow, fluid motion, hand letting go of your jaws when he was certain you didn't need much assistance anymore.

The silence of your apartment was replaced with the loud slickness of his cock fucking your mouth, of his rough hands that continued on with their own fixation on your breast, and the light gasping moans that escaped your lips--had he not known about the strong drugs' effects he would have thought you've woken back up.

As he slowly felt his loins tighten, he pulled himself off of you. The line of saliva painting your face was just a sight to see at this point.

He stood and gazing at you, brainstorming how he would finally fuck you, how he could finally make you his. With another pull at your ankles, he placed you on your back on the couch, pulling your panties to the side before lining his dick against your entrance. It took him a moment before finally slipping through your tight hole. It took him a second to get used to your tightness without coming. It was a sight to see, the discomfort in your face even in your sleep. He wanted you to feel this, maybe that way you would think of him, remember him for as long as you were alive.

He thrust into your more rougher this time, harder and garnering a deep whimper from your lips but yet to wake you up. He leant down to your breast, sucking your thoroughly abused nipples until he was satisfied. He pulled almost all the way out, before jackhammering your right through the couch--fucking you deeper and deeper until he was certain you would be walking with a limp in the morning.

The grin on his face grew even more as he watched you--how frail and helpless you were in his arms, in his mercy now. He was gonna fuck you until he was all well and good. It was just this sight of you, squirming now as he continued to fuck you into the soft leather couch, caring less about the mess he was to make out of it once he was done. As his release was slowly drawing close, his gloved hands slowly rose from their grasp on your breasts and wrapped themselves around your neck.

His pace growing frantic as his hands grew tighter, how your once limp hands slowly registering the lack of air, eyes slowly creeping open and you finally registering what was going on. Hand slammed onto your mouth before you could make another sound, as you now begin to struggle against his action. Jake grunted loudly and slammed a few more thrusts before finally giving his release deep inside of you, filling you right up to the brim--Marc and Steven's lack of a sex life was bless he was more than willing to make the most out of.

He moaned pushing himself deeper to the hilt as he finally comes to look you right in the eyes, fear--fear like nothing else in this world was in your eyes now. The tears freely falling and staining your cheeks now. This was an even better sight of you for him.

"You can scream all you want and I can simply break your neck and continue fucking you until I'm fucking done or you're gonna keep that mouth of yours shut."

Slowly he release his hold on your mouth and you did not make a sound. Your body now trembling, the vibration going straight to his cock and he could feel himself growing hard all over again.

"You should never trust people you've met on the streets, Doll." He was mocking her now. "You're lucky I just want to fuck you, most would have killed you after they're done."

He fucked you until the break of dawn, the light that slowly illuminated through the window. He was certain he had finally had his fill of you. He looked down at you, too tired to even look at him. Every single inch of your skin was painted in his cum, sweat, and spit. He messed you up good. How your panties that had been discarded at one moment of the night was still shoved into your mouth as you had tried screaming bloody murder when he began to fuck you in the ass. How he had ruined you for all other men and loved every minute of it

He dressed himself back up, clothes smelled nothing else but sex. He tried his best to clean himself up before with one lingering look at your unmoving body, took his leave, a satisfied smile still resting on his face as he heard the sobs that finally echoed the room before he closed the door.

Cracking his neck, he shoved his free hand that did not have a hold of his bag onto his pocket. Whistling on his way as the stressed of the last few days have finally eased away, something clicked as his eyes rolled and the sensation of something pulling him away took over.

Steven has been in the most random of locations before, but there was something about today that just felt far too off for his liking. Looking at his surroundings, he wondered what Marc had dragged him into this time. Hearing his other alter quiet, he decided not to question it for now, when he's back up he'll try to do a quick inquiry before he heads to the museum in a few days to finally pay for most of the damages he had caused a few months back and look if there was anything new with the exhibits.

All throughout, the tears did not stop. You sobbed, sobbed and sobbed until there was no more tears left to fall. Then you were angry, angry at the man for doing this to you, angry at yourself for letting him do this to you. Angry at not accepting Donna's offer of driving you back to your apartment. Angry for having to stay in the museum longer than was in your paygrade. You loathed yourself for the choices you made, for accepting the pills, for actually riding his cab that night.

As he slowly made his descend down the elevator, there was an inkling deep in his core that something had happened while he blacked out.

It took you a few days to be able to stand upright. Having to call your boss hours after your attack, you tried your best to move on. To try to forget everything the man had done to you. How he had impacted you in ways you were not even sure you could move on from. Crawling to the bathroom hours after when you told your boss how you would be cashing in your vacation as you rehabilitated. You tried your best to wash away most of the cum and spit that covered your body, the hint of blood that lingered on your inner thighs, and the flower of your sphincter.

It took you days before you had the strength to move, to act like everything was normal. Act like nothing had happened that night and to finally bring yourself a semblance of normalcy as you dressed yourself, wore your make up like you usually did, adding an extra coat of concealer on your forehead as well as the bruises on your neck and the hickey that painted the column.

It was hard, as you had made your way to the bus in the morning, how the packed bus brought you nothing but dread. What if he was in the bus? What if he was in the road once again, coming after you. Those had been your thoughts all throughout your commute and the moment you had made your way to the museum, the usual bored greeting from JB from security was ignored as you made your way to your office before you go into a mental breakdown at the fear of the possibility.

You tried your best to distract yourself with work. Picking up where you had left off. But even as you had turned the radio on to the max, your mind was still filled with the nightmare of that night.

"Y/N?"

Your head jerked seeing Donna by the door once again and you instinctively looked at the clock, relieved to know it was still noon, a few more hours left of your work day.

"Sorry, just getting up most of where I missed." You tried to reason and Donna was left unamused by your lie.

"Usually people are more relaxed after vacation," Her offhand comment stung but you clenched your hand together and putting on the best smile you could. "But whatever, listen I need your estimate on the damage of one of the exhibits. Steven Grant is finally paying it, thank God." She explained, rolling her eyes at the mention of the man's name.

You nodded making your way to your desk drawer for the logs of the budget of the rehabilitation. Writing the figured onto a post-it note, you made your way to Donna, only to stop dead in your track when you saw exactly who was behind her.

"This is Steven Grant," Donna introduced seeing you look like a deer in the headlights at the sight of the man that now approached you.

But this man--there was something so different with how he stood. It was far from the stature of the man that had made your life a living hell. He even wore different clothes, the lack of the flat hat but the same curly hair and dark eyes. The man in front of you stood like a different man, his back bent forward slightly, shoulder slumped and the confidence in his eyes was now present but an apologetic gaze.

"I do apologize for the mess up." It was the final nail to the coffin, how his voice and his accent was different. It was like you were looking at a different man in front of you.

"It's fine." You spoke, hoping your voice did not betray your fear and apprehension for the man.

"I will pay for everything in full. Got me self a good inheritance from a distant relative and I wanted to make sure I wipe off all my debt before I go." The man explained.

You could only nod, still apprehensive by the man. But from the stories Donna had spoke about the man--how he could not even hurt a fly, but the damage he has done, there could be a possibility?

"And I just wanted to ask if there will be any new exhibits by the next fall?" He inquired, eyes falling towards one of the bust you were restoring.

"A few, I am still trying to coordinate with the curator about the next one. But it's coming soon." You explained watching how his eyes brighten at the news.

"Then I'll be hoping to see more of it soon, Doll." He smiled a twinkle in his eyes as he had left with Donna following closely behind.

You shook your head, maybe it was just coincidence or if your head was messing with you. You've always heard how trauma messes with the head and one's perspective. But as the logic was trying its best to reassure your mind that it was not the same man, you find yourself weak in the knees.

Doll.

It was the same moniker he called you that night.

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Three | Fall From Grace • L.M.

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Pairings - Lucifer x gn!Diavolo's sibling!reader, Barbatos x reader

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Wordcount - 600+

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House of Lamentation was a beautiful gothic mansion that you had seen only once and had fallen in love with that instant itself. Aurora had risen from her perch upon your shoulder and expressed her agreement by orbiting the house twice in her hooting affection. It was not huge as your castle back home, nor did it have the luxury of teeming fields of flowers and ripe grass, yet it still had succeeded in staying your gaze. The rumours that Moira had casually told of, you had found to be untrue; you lay sights on no restless and unquiet ghosts in its dark and abandoned halls.

House of Lamentation should suit Lucifer and his family well, you thought. Though it certainly did require its share of care. The wrought iron gate of the entrance was peeling with rust, the hinges groaning their displeasure as you opened the gates inwards. The proud gargoyles sat guarding the main door were worn with weather, stone discoloured by assaults of rain and sun. The ground beneath your feet was unforgiving mud, riddled with fissures that sneaked across the dry earth akin to a cobra slithering ill-intentionally. Inanely, you dug your foot onto the ground.

The process of teleportation of inanimate objects was extensive, expressly for maiden attempts, requiring a steady chant of Infernal apace the painting of the portal encircling the object. Faltering or any inaccuracies could lead to deformation or clean severing of the object, or recoil of magic that could leave on the user scars; physical or mental, temporary or permanent.

Opportunities to transport enormous objects in Devildom while rare weren't exceedingly difficult to encounter. You still remembered the first object you'd ever teleported, the bed of your birth, when you were a mere twelve years of age. It was many a centuries old, belonging to your widowed father now, and had rotten and weakened beyond comfort, wood peeling off with age, elongated creaks audible with each jostle. After days of relentless practice you had finally drawn a portal and had transported it to the store room that had become dedicated to your mother. Even now you reckoned, it would be found in the exact spot you'd left it.

You sucked in a deep lungful of dry and brittle air as you rounded the perimeter of the house to the front. The compression you had dug into the ground was overshadowed by the stroke of dusky purple that gleamed beside it. Ingrained with the Infernal you had imbued upon it, it casted its borders round the mansion.

'Barb,' you initiated.

The connection reignited at once. All is set here.

With care, you stepped over and into the premises of the portal and bent to lay upon it a lone finger to initiate the teleportation. The purple of your magic shot upwards from the ground at the touch, converging from all sides into a translucent, shimmering dome that shaded the grieving walls of House of Lamentation. Behind the veil, your surroundings—the cloud-speckled sky with the sizzling sun and the endless expanse of hard soil—began to blur into each other. A slow spin later the curtain fluttered to the ground, the familiar soothing blanket of Devildom's night sky greeting you, radiant moon and winking stars.

Barbatos stood on the other side, luminescent eyes bright in the dark, hands clasped neatly against his torso. He nodded a greeting to your arrival, scanning the house you'd promised delightedly. You spared a glance at the structure yourself, seeking out any mishappenings.

"Beautiful, isn't it? Supposedly it's haunted by spirits," you chuckled, bending to deactivate the portal. The house had survived the cross-realm journey after all. Maybe it's not in as bad of a condition as I first assumed.

Barbatos smiled softly, mimicking you and erasing the tangy of his green. "Lucifer must beware them then. Spirits wreak grave vengeance."

"Restless ones." The black of the sky drowned House of Lamentation and the aura of dread permeating its air. The wind whistled past, muted, and you thought you could hear muffled screams in the tune of it. "And this house is full of 'em."

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vivinightingale · 2 years

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Warning: the themes of this writing aren't as nice some pervious works. If this makes you uncomfortable please turn away now. I love you all, and be safe 💜

Blankshippers DNI

You had known the twins since childhood. The three of you were always playing, and getting into mischief. They were obsessed with trains back then, You even remeber sitting down to three hour long lecture on trains, and why they are the best transportation to exist. However Even back then you were on the heavier side compared to them, and you could hear the other kids snicker and make mean comments. Though they always reminded you that they didn't care about your size and always reassured you that they loved being friends with you because your you. So you never let the comments from others get to you until the three of you were in the middle of your pokemon journey. It was when you met Elesa that you felt the mean comments to be true. Looking back at it now you knew they werent at fault, but you couldn't help but feel jelousy well up inside when you saw the three of them together. They were so pretty, charismatic, and just amazing. While you....were just you. So one night while the three of them were sleeping you quietly left the little camp, and finished your journey careful not to run into them again. It's been years since then. You haven't fully grown past your insecurities, but you have gained confidence in your fuller form even wearing cute shorts and tank tops that show off the curves! You were proud at how far you've come and always wondered if they would be just as proud of you.

You shook your head. You shouldnt be spacing out in a busy subway, and besides It was pointless going down that train of thought. You were probably nothing more then a buried childhood memory to them.

Snapping out of your thoughts you looked up from your phone, and looked around your surroundings. It was then that your eyes met familiar silver ones.

Near the door stood Ingo and Emmet themselves. Emmet was chatting about something you couldn't make out due to distance, and ingo was watching over the passengers when he spotted you.

Time seemed to slow down as the two continued keep eye contact until you blinked, and he was gone leaving Emmet to look around just confused as you at the twin's disappearance.

It didn't take you long to find the subway master though as people made way for him as he made his way towards you. Feeling nervous and scared you stood up and tried to quickly make your way to the door on the other side of car.

Your attempts were cut short as a hand grabbed a hold of your wrist followed by a loud but nervous "Y/n?!" The car was silent now as the people around you tried to make out what was going on.

But you couldn't face him, not now, and not after so many years of avoiding. Unluckily for you Ingo didn't give you much of choice as he dragged you to his and Emmet's office yelling back at his brother to watch over the station.

When the two of you finally make it back to the office it was like a damn broke. Through your sobs you told him everything. you insecurities growing up, and how you didn't feel like you belonged anywhere near them.

Hearing you say such terrible things about yourself hurt Ingo more then words could describe. so without much thought he wrapped his arms around you , and ran his fingers through your hair.

"Never once had me and Emmet thought of you as a burden. I...We were so terrified when you weren't at the camp. it wasn't until we reached a gym did we hear you were okay.....but we never stopped looking."

Ingo felt his dress shirt get damp as you buried your face in his chest, but that didn't matter to him. You were finally here.

He made a promise that day. No matter how long it took he would help you love yourself just as much if not more then he loved you.

Sighing you put your phone down. Such memories aren't things you should worry about in a busy subway car. Besides it mattered not if they remembered you or not. You are nothing more the childhood memory.

However just as that thought it came to pass you felt someone or something grip your shoulders like a life line. looking up your eyes met familiar silver eyes of a now not so smiley subway boss.

"y/n.." your name came out as a whisper as if he couldn't believe you were here, but before you could respond he completely collapsed in your arms.

You could feel his arms tighten around you as your shoulder became damp. "I've missed you for so verrrry long."

It took a few minutes for emmet to calm down before promptly dragging you to his and Ingo's shared office. He NEEDED to hear why you left him so long ago.

However when you explained to him through tears of your own how unworthy you felt, and how you didn't want to ruin his chances of being taken seriously with a charity case by his side he almost lost it again.

Instead he once again wrapped you in tight embrace as you hide your face in his chest.

"I have never thought of you as anything less then perfect, and I'm verrrry sorry you had to go through this alone...but I promise you will never have to fight this alone again. I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere."

Your sobs continued but it didn't matter to emmet because he knew you were safe now, and he plans on keeping it that way.

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tekras-iszovh · 1 year

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// hey guys new writing or whatever. enjoy this mess. i took 30 minutes to do this. if there are writing errors / it feels like a ramble, you're right there are. i'm not fixing it. this is gonna be sooo disjointed because it's more about saying it and less about it being good

CLUSTERFUCK. - 1609 words. The tables turn when it comes to doomed selves. Esoteric and incomprehensible abilities come into the fray.

You weren't ever sure why your fourth self was the one you decided was so special that you were to stick with it and develop it, among hundreds of others. Maybe it's because it was the first time you truly left the trollian form behind, many sweeps ago, from your perspective, or maybe it's because it's the first time you had that kind of control. Is self-control a big deal to you, or do you simply like being able to take more risks with it? Being limited to one body, you always thought, was a recipe for ultimate destruction. Capacity for disaster.

Either way, is there symbolism to four? Is it still your fourth body if you've replaced every part of it tens of times over? Ship of Theseus, meet Body of Tekras. Internally, you keep denominators. It's probably TK-04-33a or something by now. No, it definitely is, but you don't include those later numbers in your externally-showing tech. It takes from the look of 'having your shit together' that you oh so desire. You never believed in open betas. Or tester builds. At least, you never integrate something into your wider network of selves until you're sure it works. How many split-off selves, doomed selves, have you created just to use a body you know doesn't work? Isn't finished? You've lost count.

At least you know they aren't… They aren't dead. They're erased, there's a difference. You would never let a self die, no. It's too open-ended. Dead trolls, even if they're literal purposeless clones, they show up in places. You remember dreaming among them, once. Bubbles, or something, right? It's hazy, it's been so long. Even then, you promised yourself you'd stay vigilant. You saw what happened when you let yourself - your dead selves - split up and grow powerful. There's a lot of Doom to sap from when the self is from a doomed timeline. It makes them so, so powerful, and the only way to stop them is to prevent them in the first place.

Time travel is nasty stuff, really. You never could work your head around it, but it's usefulness is understated, massively. Stopped a lot of shit.

Yes, stopped. Not moved, not transferred to an irrelevant timeline - stopped. As you wished. You can't let yourself go like that.

The next time you visit the dreambubbles, you scan, and you're glad to find that not a copy exists. You send a few bots out to do extra double-checks, triple-checks - nothing. Good.

You get back in your ship, your extra bodies get back in their transport pod, you move on. From the outside, your ship is a haze of green, and your body is a dark, hazy mess. Some kind of villain, no doubt? Maybe. Scanning for something… it's intimidating.

You never felt it, but you'd figure that maybe using Doom abilities to scan and obliterate alternate selves' canonicity would get a little intimidating… but you've no reason to use it on others. No, no way. Of course not. It's not your business, you know? You LIKE other people, which is much more than can be said about the guys you prevent.

You pass by some terrors, creatures of the void in the area between the furthest ring, dreambubbles, a wide array of incipispheres from games from various universes, and then pass through a barrier between universes itself. Space goes all hazy. With a jolt of force, you send yourself into hypervelocity, firing yourself back into reality, your own.

After a few minutes, you get the thing slowed down and approach a planet - a city - a tall building - a landing zone. A surprisingly quick process, and you're already getting out - the most tedious part of the whole process is the airlock, which takes five minutes of doing nothing.

You get out, take a brisk walk up some metallic stairs, enter a door, say hello to the people in the office building you pass through, and enter an empty head-office room. You throw yourself onto the desk, laying flat, documents and paper-weights and a very advanced-looking trollian computer flying off the desk. A crack is visible in the table.

You'll get that replaced in an hour or so. It's not the first time. In fact, every day you seem to destroy something a little more when you get here.

Every day you make this journey. Something compels you. Is it the power? The urge to progress? Is this what that act of self-sacrifice, self-destruction many sweeps back gets you - the immense power to destroy? You don't know why you keel to it.

But you continue to.

You grip the table, and it burns under your hand with a hiss, and a fizzle, then cracks as you firm your grip. It doesn't turn to ash, but seems to slowly degrade - shrink, crumble, melt? As if things are happening in a vastly sped up fast-forward of time. A life cycle. The smoke burns a deep green, and you smirk to yourself a little. Ha. You're lucky you never put fire alarms in this place, you could do this all day. Maybe you will.

You grip your hand, to try the same thing. It doesn't destroy yourself, but the smoke generates. You hold yourself firm. It doesn't do anything, but the haze grows.

It's funny how fast a room can fill up with fumes, and all it does is cloud your vision of the moons of this planet moving outside. The table has crumbled by now, the walls are deeply stained and cracked, the door is off it's hinges, the windows deeply dusty and stained, cracked but never seeming to break - the air in the room is nothing more than a deep green swirl, and your eyes barely light a foot, hell, a couple inches ahead of you, and you take some breaths.

It's a nasty scent. Receptors disabled. It doesn't smell of much, but it incites just a little something. Stand up, pace around. You glow a little. The smoke swirls around you, as if it was magnetic. Ferrofluid? Almost.

You head outside, and it follows you. Up to your ship, in the open air, and it stays attached, though seems to leave a trail of deeply aged material around it, as if leaving everything it touches to it's ultimate fate. Walls rendered mossy, or crumbled, as if they were fated some day to be perpetually in that state. Ceilings fell behind you, ground crumbled after you walked on it. The metal walkway collapsed thousands of meters into the clouds below, after your smoky footsteps touch them… but, when it touches you, it does nothing. Contact, but the ship stays intact, as if nothing, too. The colors inside the ship change in rapid succession, the naming of it seems to shift among lettering only vaguely recognisable. The computer system of the ship remains unchanged, as you intended.

You take another deep breath, and feel a burn down your fake esophagus, through your fake GI tract, in your robotic joints, and through every seam you built into this thing. Crackle. Your body's surface shimmers in place, as if everything is new, and then old. New once more. Different, and the same. Constant change. You feel yourself almost get pulled apart, and you feel yourself feel more whole than you have in sweeps. You get down on a knee, then onto all fours, then you lay flat. After an hour of hissing, sizzling, you lay wide-spread on the ground, almost exhausted - if a robot can be - looking altogether the same as you did before, and the smoke that once stuck to you seeming to have expended itself. Burnt itself out, but on what? You struggle to understand. It was… advancing fate… to it's end.

You guess, maybe it never found one? For yourself. It explored all it could. Possibilities you don't even know of yet - and passed so quickly that you can't even identify.

Your diagnostics are going crazy. All kinds of warnings. You'd think you were dying out here.

But you aren't, and it all seems to resolve. Every error checks out - every damage warning mysteriously reverted… or, well. Fixed itself, as fate intended.

Then you look to your left, and a small green hiss is emerging from your shoulder, and the seams of the craft around you, and then your chest. You furrow your brows, and then they stop.

You see a white flash, and the next thing you know, you wake up in your room at your compound.

TK-04 CHASSIS - TK-04-35c: awake.tk +recoveryprotocol

The first thing you see is a video recording of your body exploding, as well as the ship, and the building next to it crumbling. Recorded by… your ship, and then outside cameras from other buildings... and one other. You can't tell where it came from...

You check through other footage - no foul play - but… you don't remember doing this to yourself. But there is a figure in the background of a few of these shots, something deep and hazy. Glowing green. Seams in places… Same horns? It looks like… it almost looks like you - but you know that you're the only one of yourself you allow to persist. Wait. Is that where the camera came from? Did he plant this footage?

Fuck, fuck, you know. You figured you'd be your own biggest enemy. You're not the hunter anymore.

Is this how it feels to be on the wrong side of the coin? Tick, tock.

Of course the fucker would give you a taste of the ultimate power of fate before he killed you. That's EXACTLY something you'd do. Of course you would.

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The year is 1942.

Canada has sent troops to Great Britain to join the war effort. As opposed to the Canadian Expeditionary Forces that joined the Great War, this was the newly formed Canadian Armed Forces. As before, Canadian troops are used in many different aspects in the war effort.

In Canada, several air bases are set up to train pilots from all over the British Empire. In Ontario, manufacturing has begun on the Hawker Hurricane fighter planes in Fort William (now Thunder Bay).

By the end of the year, many were involved in espionage in order to help their side. Such was the case for Rylan Dubois and Eric Littlefeather of the Royal Canadian Air Force.

Paired with British Majors, the two were integral to gathering information from the air. One fateful day, these two, along with Major Chester Cooper and Major Samuel Coldwell, were shot down over Poland. While the planes were damaged, they managed a controlled crash, landing in the forests outside Warsaw.

The two pairs quickly joined up after destroying their already wrecked planes in order to slow down the Nazis, and headed into the safety of the forest with the goal to get back to Allied territory. As they went further into the forest, they soon discovered they weren't alone.

Major Cooper thought that it might be German guards, but they soon discovered it was fearful civilians. Jews who had escaped from the Warsaw Ghetto. It was at this point both Rylan and Eric had an idea.

It took some convincing, but eventually the two Majors agreed. The plan was simple; the entire group would move together, four Allied airmen and over 250 Jews, with the hope that they would appear, by some form of magic, in Brentwood. Both Rylan and Eric had been taught the stories from the past of large groups of people appearing in the area. The lost, the afraid, those needing comfort and aid, those looking for safety and a new life. Maybe that would happen here.

They moved quietly and quickly, hearing the cries of German guards in the forest behind them. It wasn't long, but Major Coldwell saw some light in the break of the trees and he spied a flag. A Canadian Red Ensigh, flying from the top of a building.

Both Coldwell and Cooper had no idea how it happened, but they had suddenly been transported from Warsaw, Poland to Brentwood, Saskatchewan. Rylan suggested they move up the street, toward a residential area, as they still heard the cries of German guards behind them.

Four airmen and over 250 Jews walked down the street, into the French district of Brentwood. Rylan recognized a house, and even though it was dark, he approached the door and began banging loudly. It was a couple of minutes before the door opened and a groggy, slightly angry man opened the door, but blinked as he saw the scene outside.

"Rylan, what the hell is going on?" he asked, then saw Eric. "Eric? I thought you two were in Europe!"

"We were," Rylan said. "But we need a phone. We need to call the hospital and the police." He looked back to the crowd that had gathered in the man's front yard.

The man nodded and ran to his phone, calling both police and hospital. Soon, the roar of sirens could be heard. Eric, along with the two Majors, calmed the people down, but tensions rose as they spied three figures at the end of the street. An SS guard and two other soldiers, they began running toward them, weapons drawn.

Two police cars and an ambulance roared to a stop as the three soldiers stopped. Doors opened as RCMP officers stepped out, Eric and Rylan approached on of the officers, Staff Sergeant Malcolm Stanley, and quickly explained the situation.

Stanley barked out an order to his men in French. His officers drew their weapons, training them on the three guards as the imposing figure of Malcolm Stanley approached the soldiers.

"You're a long way from home," he called out, catching the SS soldier off guard.

"We have orders to take..." the officer began as he pointed toward the crowd. Stanley quickly interrupted him.

"You're not in Poland right now," Stanley remarked in a stern voice. His gaze looked behind the officer for a moment. Four more cruisers and an ambulance approached. The cruisers came to a stop as six more constables got out and drew their weapons. The ambulance raced by stopping only in front of the crowd. "This is Canada." Stanley held out his hand toward the officer and the two guards. "Your weapons. On the ground now. Or this could get ugly very fast."

After a tense moment, the three Nazis soldier surrendered their weapons and raised their hands. Officers rushed forward, removing any other weapons and placing the three in handcuffs.

"What will happen to us?" the SS officer demanded.

Stanley looked to the officer with a stern look on his face. "You'll be transported to Cold Lake, Alberta. There's an armed forces base there. But first, you'll be guests at the Brentwood RCMP detachment cells. After you're in custody of the armed forces, you'll most likely be transported to a prisoner of war camp in Northern Ontario."

"We have every right to..."

"You are an enemy of Great Britain and her Allies, which includes Canada," Stanley said again, his voice loud enough to be heard by the crowd. "And you are in Canada now. I am an officer of His Majesty's Royal Canadian Mounted Police. You, sir, and your two comrades are under arrest."

Dejected, the three complied and were taken into custody. Major Cooper approached Stanley. "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself. All of us appearing nearly halfway across the world in the blink of an eye."

"I'll be honest with you, Major," Stanley said as he watched the cruisers head off with their prisoners in tow. "I had never seen it before myself. But I'd heard the stories."

"What'll happen with ..." Cooper said as he motioned back to the crowd.

"We'll set them up in housing," Stanley replied. "Like everyone else who has arrived in Brentwood. They'll be safe here."

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A Champion Time For The Heart Ch9 Travels To Hulbury

(This chapter will contain a small time skip of events as well as a past fight between y/n and her mother in the story.)

You swore you needed both a doctor and a nice bed to sleep away the pains of soreness racking your body.

Ever since you four left Turffield it had been like the time you left Motostoke except a bit longer. Walking, camping at night, taking time out for resting between walks and gathering food. Mostly from berry trees or snacking from whatever nonperishable foods Leon had given you. Some night Victor managed to make one form of curry or another. Mostly bean or apple curry which you didn't mind too much but the apples tasted a bit strange in the curry sauce, so you fed them to your sobble which you noticed had now taken a habit of laying in your lap any chance you were sitting and expected to be fed whenever you held any kind of food. Oops. You might have ended up spoiling it a bit. Oh well. You didn't mind too much. It's smiles and noises were pretty cute, and at least Gloria was able to add a few more curry entries to her book. After what had happened at the pokemon Nursery back in Truffield you decided to fill in Gloria and Hop about the mysterious band of rock star wannabes, but they seemed to be as confused as you were about who they might've been working for and who they were. Hop even suggested that maybe the eccentric costumes were disguises to they're real identities, which seemed a bit farfetched but hey. You were transported into the video game world of pokemon, traveling along with a few of the characters, and for all you knew could still wake up at any moment to your mother scolding you for being late for college. It wasn't really too out there to rule out yet. While you four traveled every so often you'd rest and Hop and Gloria would scamper off to have a battle or more likely try to catch some new pokemon from where you were at. So you weren't all too surprised to find out Gloria caught herself a wild Dottler and Hop's Grookey evolving from the....seventh or eighth day now as you four traveled. You lost count or couldn't remember how many days had past after seven or eight. You were mostly tired now a days with a heaping dab of soreness in your back and neck from your uneasy sleeping schedule and the rocky ground poking you from the floor of the test. Or the fact the only thing you had for a pillow was your backpack, but you never complained. If it meant getting to Hulbury faster then you could deal with it. It was like when your mother insisted you stay up a few extra hours to study or when you had to work late at the radio station after that. You yawned more, movements slowing a bit, and you had gotten noticeable bags under your eyes. Buuut the three teens must've noticed because on what was the ninth day Gloria decided to point it out to you.

"Hey, Y/n. I really didn't want to say anything but are you feeling ok?" She pointed at your face. "You've been yawnin' ever since we left Turffield like a week ago. And you've gotten bags under your eyes big enough to carry luggage for a full week's vacation. "

In response you yawned again before looking to her. "M' fine. Jus a bit tired I guess." You stretched out your back as you walked making it pop. "Haven't really gotten much sleep just laying on the ground like a rock."

"Hey. I have good news." Victor all of a sudden held up his phone. When did he pull that out? And held it up to all of you. "There's a small town up ahead about another day's walk. It has a convenience store, hotel, and a few other things." He looked at you. "I think we should stop by. We can restock up on supplies and rest for the night at the hotel. That might help out Y/n's situation and prevent her from dropping from exhaustion anytime soon."

"Hey. I-I'm not that tired," you lied stifling another yawn....But the promise of a bed tho- "But you're right about needing some more supplies. I don't know how much food and necessities we have left, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to stop by and restock."

The food Leon lent would only last so long anyways. It was best for all parties involved. So it was decided the four of you would stop by the upcoming small town. It took another day and night of walking and resting (giving you another night of uncomfortable sleep) and then shoving off he next morning for the town. It took half the day but the four of you managed to happen upon the small town. And you do mean small. It couldn't have been much bigger than Postwick actually. There was around maybe twenty buildings and most of them were homes or doubled as homes as well as stores. As the four of you walked through the small town a few people walked by or waved, and you could hear a few children laughing. It certainly was very peaceful wasn't it? The peace made you even more tired- You were shaken awake when your sobble chirped loudly and smacked you with it's tail, making you stumble as you walk and if it weren't for the two boys catching you you would've faceplanted the road again. Which ended up in the three kids making up a decision for you.

"Let's go find the Inn first."

The inn turns out was one of the first buildings you came across when you took the small side road off of Route 5 here and the only building in the town that had three stories. It was more like a tall house than an Inn when the three of you entered, Gloria helping to steady your sleepy self. The inside looked very similar to Professor Magnolia's house. Very homey and welcoming. The elderly lady looked lightly surprised when the four of you came in with you fighting to keep awake for a little longer. Ok. So maybe the little sleep over nine or ten days was starting to get to you a little bit you haven't been this tired since studying for college entry exams in high school.

"Oh my. Are you children alright?," she ended up asking lightly standing from her seat seeing you lightly sway a bit.

You waved her off. "I'm fine. Just really tired."

"We'd like to book two rooms please with double beds," Victor explained to the lady throwing you a worried look. "Do you have any available?"

"Oh. Yes, we do. Come. I'll show you to your rooms. By the looks of your friend there, she's in dire need of a good rest." Whelp. No argument there. Luckily the rooms she had the four of you follow her towards a long hallway a little aways from the front desk before stopping and opening one door. "Here's the young mens. Bathroom's through the door on the left. And as for the two young ladies." She turned to a door right across from Hop and Victor's room and opened it. The room was pretty much as you suspected. A simple large room with two beds on each side of it, a shelf, window looking out onto a field, Tv, and a white door that you supposed led to a closet. "This'll be yours." She pointed at the door. "The bathroom is through there. We also have a laundry mat attachment in the adjacent building to the left if you youngsters need it. If you have any further questions please don't hesitate to ask."

"Uh yes actually. Do you happen to know where your town's convenience store is?,'' you heard Victor ask but you were too busy to deduce what else was said.

You managed to stay awake enough to take a quick shower and change before walking to the closest bed to you and just flopping face first on it. The soft cushions hugging your tired and sore body, and it was natural for you to fall asleep almost as soon as you hit the mattress. So it was no wonder that by the next time you woke up it was night time. Confused and dazed you managed to sit up blinking confused at the darkness around you, the only source of light coming from the moon shining through the window outside. Vaguely in the dark you could just barely make out Gloria's sleeping form on the other bed on the other side of the room. Her baby toxel at the foot of her bed. Your body was still tired with it being night so it was easy for you to fall back into slumber when you slowly laid your tired self back down, barely registering your sobble squirming next to you as you fell back asleep. And came to a strange sight. A sight you witnessed before in your life. One you were all too familiar with too. ....You...You were back in your room. Well a younger you at least. You were about sixteen then just minding your own business sitting there and playing games. Couldn't remember which one just that you were enjoying yourself playing and sitting on your bed playing the day away. Until younger you looked up at footsteps approached your room, the next thing your younger self knew your door flew open with a bang and it started the younger you so much you ended up dropping your old switch on your bed jumping from the sound. And there she was. Your mother standing there with an angry scowl on her face.

"You're playing those stupid games again!?," she snapped at younger you, stomping over and quickly wrenching the switch from your bed.

In an instant your hand was reaching out for it. "HEY! Give that back."

But instead of that, your mother only held it up higher with her angry face. "Is THIS what I work to provide for you!?"

You had stopped. Frozen in surprise at the words foaming at your mother's mouth and the game she waved at your face.

"Is THIS what you think is fair to me!? I work day and night to provide a roof over your head, food in your stomach, and clean running water for all you do is to sit on your behind and play these mind rotting things!? To make the electricity bill higher than Mount Everest with you staying up all night playing this day in and out!?"

"M-Mom! C'mon! I'm sorry," younger you backpaddled.

"You should be! I'm not raising you to be lazy and unresponsible!" The game was tossed back onto the bed with a small thump before she pointed at you. "Work and studies should be your number one priority right now! I don't want to catch you slacking off wasting time again! Do I make myself clear?"

Younger you looked at your mother's angry face for a long moment before looking away and nodding. "Yes, Mom."

"That's good. Make sure it doesn't happen again. Alright, Y/n?"

.....

...........

"Hey, Y/n!," a distant girl's voice called, "Are you awake?"

"I dunno. Maybe we should just let her sleep? She was really tired when we got here yesterday," a young boy's voice said worried.

"Hop's gotta point, Glory. Let her sleep in. She'll need all the rest she can get for traveling."

"Ah. You guys are no fun."

Silently the world of younger days faded away to black and the voices became murmurs in the dark abyss that was sleep until you finally woke up from your now dreamless slumber. Which wasn't too long. You slowly woke from your sleep and was greeted with the sunlight making your tired eyes blink as you rubbed them and blinked at the surroundings around yourself at the simple room that wasn't your younger self's from the dream. What the-....Where were you? Did you finally wake up from the pokemon world dreamland you formed up? Were you back home? Did you move into the college dorms and forgot you did? Is that why this room looked strange to you? That hope was all but dashed in a moment when movement under the blanket next to you caught your attention and you looked. A small lump under the blanket the size of a small cat moved around until it moved towards the end of it near your arm and your sobble poked it's head out blinking tiredly and gave out a yawn crawling the rest of the way out. You gave a sigh, shaking your head before smiling and holding out your arm and letting the sobble crawl into your hands. You were still tired but rather than go back to sleep, you opted to tossing the blanket off yourself and got up with your sobble in your hands holding him up to your face.

"Well, I guess it's time to start the day huh?"

You managed to get a few things done. Morning shower, got dressed, and made your first stop the laundry mat across from the hotel after asking the elderly woman at the front desk for directions. Just something to do to help take your mind off the strange dream that had happened. You had started to wonder where the three children had run off to now but it was only after you were coming back with your now cleaned clothes and your sobble curled upon your shoulders did you run into them. Or Hop at least. He was just walking past the door when you opened it and almost ran into him. Thankfully stopping at just the right moment as he paused and blinked.

"Oh. Hey, Y/n!," he greeted with a smiling and shifting the box in his hands, "Glad to see you're awake now."

"Hi," you greeted back before raising a brow at the box he held. "What's that you're carrying?"

"Oh this?," he asked holding up the box and you nodded. "The old lady needed help clearing out her old storage room. She offered to pay me to help out so Im taking this to the broom closet down the hall here. Glory and Vick are doing some Pokejobs too." The confusion must've doubled on your face because he seemed to take notice. pokejobs?? What the heck are pokejobs?! "OH! Right. There's no possible way you could've known what those are. I keep forgetting you're not native to Galar. Pokejobs are jobs people upload into the rotomis."

".....Say what?," you asked still totally confused to what Hop was even saying.

He sighed. "Pokejobs. How do I describe them?....It's kinda like how newspapers have ads. If someone has a job they need help with they send a post to their rotomi profile, then if someone wants to make some money they can look on the Pokejobs Rotomi Forum for a job in their specific area. There was a few listed in the Rotomi at the town's covience store." He held up the box again. "Like this one. We figured it wouldn't hurt to make a little bit of money in case of emergencies too."

"That...sounds like a great idea. But where are the other two now?"

He shrugged. "Glory took a job that involved babysitting and I think Victor's helping someone here with a garden."

Well that sounded like a good way to earn a bit of money while you were waiting. As to pass the time you decided to help Hop once you had finished returning your clothes to your bag. The elderly woman seemed rather grateful for the help provided. In the manner of speaking it wasn't too difficult work. Most of the boxes were pretty light mostly filled with cleaning supplies or old blankets. That explains why she was having Hop move them to the big supply closet down the hall. When you asked about it she explained she had wanted to turn it into another bedroom for the busier traveling seasons, makes sense. One extra room to rent means one extra way to make some money. You helped rehome the boxes and cleaned it out by dusting and sweeping to pass the time away. When it came to paying you declined the money offered and made sure Hop received it instead. After all it was originally his job, you just helped to pass time, and it'd be wrong to piggyback on his hard earned money after all. But you did however accept the free room service for later when she offered instead. Free food was a reward you had no trouble accepting, especially considering you hadn't eaten anything since you woke up and all the exercise you had done in helping to clean out the room. Hop though was thankful for your help and expressed so as much. It was when the two of you were heading out did you finally bump into said twins. Gloria was carrying two large paper bags but you had to do a double take when you noticed Victor looked....well remember how dirty you were after being bowled over by Milo's wooloo? Victor looked like he got ran over by ten wooloo during a sand storm.

"Whoa. What happened to you?"

He grabbed his hat and shook the grey beanie out letting dirt fall to the ground. "Well. As it turns out the ad for 'helping to remove unwanted weeds and debry from the garden' also happened to include a wild munchlax who didn't want to leave. I had to half wrestle half chase the thing out."

"Oh wow. Glad to see you got paid tho."

He huffed but Gloria smiled holding up the bags in her hands. "But on the bright side we managed to stock up enough for the rest of our trip to Hulbury! Glad to see you're up and feeling better too, Y/n!"

You nodded. "Yeah. Feeling better thanks-"

"OH! That reminds me!" You were cut off when Gloria suddenly shoved one of the bags into your arms as you blinked. The inside held food and other things you'd have to use in order to get to Hulbury. She went digging through the other bag, eventually pulling out a rolled up, sleeping bag looking thing that must've made up half that bag's weight. "Here! I noticed you probably weren't sleeping well cuz you didn't have one of these here. Turns out the convivence store is also a supply store, so I was able to get you one of these."

You slowly took the rolled up sleeping bag from Gloria and gave it a look over before looking back to her. "I-...Thank you. But you didn't have to get me this. I would've been fine without it."

"I know but you would've just kept getting bad sleep if I didn't, and it won't hurt me from what I earned from winning against Milo's anyways. Besides, I can now call it even from when you saved our hides back in Postwick."

You smiled and decided to accept this gift with a nod. "Alright. We're even. But have you decided when you wanted to leave yet?"

"First thing tomorrow morning. After seeing you stumble 'round like a zombie with a headache, we decided to let ya sleep in since you were so tired. But since it's getting later anyways, we figured we'd spend one more night here and leave early in the morning."

"Oh that's a great plan cuz Y/n got us some free room service from helpin' out around here."

Gloria's eyes widened at her friend's words. "Wait. REALLY!?"

"How about we let Victor get cleaned up first before we do anything?"

The four of you did just that for the night. Packed away all the goods they brought back with them. Hopefully it'll last enough for the rest of the very long walk to Hulbury. And after everyone was done packing their share and Victor was cleaned up, you ate. No surprise it was more curry but you chose to accept that at this point that curry was a very important part of Galar's culture and hey. Free food was free food. Nothing to complain about here. And if Gloria could fill in more of her Curry Dex book then it was good enough for you too. Luckily it seemed with the new sleeping bag things might get easier for you when you all start traveling again. Which is exactly what happened. The very next morning the four of you set off as soon as Victor paid for the two day stay at the front desk, and it was back onto Route 5 the four of you went walking. And walking and walking. It was basically the same as before until night came and the four of you set up camp in a small clearing, giving you the chance to use the new sleeping bag Gloria had gotten you. And it worked like a charm. You still had to use your arms as a pillow but otherwise it was much more comfortable to sleep now. And then the next day the four of you were at it again. This time listening to Victor's adventures traveling around since he had started his own journey at least a year before Gloria's. Mentioning of all the different places and events around Galar he had been so far and you were impressed at his tales of capturing so many wild shiny pokemon in his photos, going so far to show you all a few places he took photos of. One being the giant clock tower back in Motostoke.

"So does that mean you've been to Halbury before?," you asked curiously glancing at the pictures in his hands.

He nodded. "I've been there once, but not for long. I did see the Hulbury Water-Type Aquarium and Research Center. They have every water type pokemon you could imagine, some of them are from different regions as well. That's where I got most of the photo's of water type pokemon I gave to Glory. Nessa was a huge sponsor for it's development. It's also a research department to study water-types as well as their environments and biology." He hummed and looked up. "I think it's also where most Professors get their sobbles for starting trainers."

You gave a look to your sobble. "You hear that? Looks like we're heading to your home town." In response it smiled and gave a small chirp. "Does that mean you've seen Nessa before?"

He shook his with a sigh as you all walked. "Sadly no. But I've heard she's so busy between her modeling and gym leader duties she'll only do one gym battle a day due to her busy schedules, and that's considering if there's nothing important going on for her."

"So depending on the time and amount of trainers heading for Hulbury right now, we could end up waiting longer than we did for Milo's gym battle."

"Ah man!" Hop leaned back putting both arms behind his head. A habit you learnt he did whenever he was annoyed or thinking about something. "That could take forever then....but considering Nessa's Gym would've been one of the farthest from the Turffield Stadium, I'd like to bet not a lot of people would go for hers first and instead went back to Motostoke to challenge Kabu or someone else who was closer....Hm. I wonder if that's why Mr. Milo suggested we go see Nessa after our battle with him. We haven't run into any other Gym Challengers yet. Route 5 is less trafficked."

"Or those rockstar blokes," you thought as you gave another look around at the half field half forested areas you four were traveling past. But that was probably a good thing you hadn't seen them. You wouldn't want them causing you more trouble.

"There Hop goes all smart again!"

"H-Hey! Im just makin' an observation!"

"Well make an observation on that map. How much longer until we get there?"

Hop answered that after pulling out his phone and turning it on, pressing a few buttons. "...About two and a half weeks left."

This...Was going to be a long trip.

And you weren't wrong. Most of the trip was the same day in and day out. Eat, sleep, make camp, walk lots, stop for breaks, maybe a battle would happen every once and a while between Hop and Gloria or maybe they'd try to catch a pokemon every now and then. And you watched her start to carry around that baby Toxel more, usually in her arms like a cat but sometimes in her bag too with his little head poking out looking around. Victor making the comment that now the both of you would be pokemon taxis. It took quite a while of this old routine before you four even got to another town, with a train station. Breaking out of a small wooded area there was clearings now of flat land and Route 5 lead you all to a crossing across the railroad tracks and lead into a small town...Well you weren't sure if you could call it a town per say. It was more like a few homes a little bit a ways from the obvious train station the four of you took refuge in for a break. In the mean time Victor took out his phone once more and decided to flip through the rotom phone he had on your four's location.

"......Hey!," he shouted making you all look at him as he held up the phone all towards you. You leaned closer to get a better look at the screen he pointed to. "According to the map we're a four day walk away from Hulbury. Nearly there!"

"Oh thank Arceus!," Gloria sighed, "I was getting so tired of just walking around like a migrating murkrow."

"And you wonder why I was worried about you rushing into your journey."

"Hey!"

The next few days weren't very eventful or memorable. Just the same rinse and repeat scenarios your small group had been experiencing for the past month or so, until you FINALLY saw it. Well smelt it first would be more accurate. You all were walking up a steep hill that the path was connected too and that's when you smelt something like salt air. You had only been to a beach a few times but there was no mistaking it. Saltwater. And then you heard a very loud horn. It was loud enough to startle your Sobble into ducking behind your head and you perk up. If one had to guess, you would've said it sounded either like a train's whistle or a boat horn. Blinking as shadows flew overheard, you realized they were wild wingulls. ...Wait. Weren't those bird pokemon always like close to water?? You blinked. Shaking your head and hurrying your pace up the hill until the four of you finally made it. From the high point the view was high enough to let the four of you look a good ways ahead and still far but much closer now, maybe a day's travel. What was unmistakenly the glistening blue of the ocean as far on the horizon as you could see, that lead to the coast that clashed with the beginnings of it. The horn you heard was most likely one of the many boats you could faintly make out on the glistening blue and the unmistakable town that was nestled up against it all. It wasn't too big by the looks of it. Definately not Motostoke size, but it was definately bigger than Turffield and Postwick and you could make out the unmistakable structure of a stadium way over there.

Victor pointed with a smile towards the faint town. "There's Hulbury! We're nearly there!"

"Good. Let's get stepping before it gets too dark. If we hurry we'll be there by tomorrow."

And indeed you all were. Traveling until it was sundown, and you decided to set up camp for the night, only to pack up quickly and leave at the first sign of light the very next morning. It was somewhere around ten in the morning when you all finally made it. Seeing the town and beautiful ocean coming into view and getting closer, and closer the more and more you walked. Until you all finally arrived. First walking under a bridge connecting between two large hills, on top of one hill leading to a train station, the familiar pink building of the pokemon center greeted you next as the dirt path of Route 5 changed into concrete streets. Another loud horn shot off to the right of you and as you all looked over there was a giant port with as you suspected lots of ships and boats. Bigger than in game you imagined too. You inhaled a long sigh, the taste of salt on your tongue. If it wasn't for the many boats near the port and other people, you wouldn't have minded just standing there for a moment in the road. But since you didn't want to waste anymore time you sighed and turned to Gloria.

"So." She looked at you and blinked. "What's the plan here?"

"We go to the gym-"

"We head to the hotel-"

Both twins looked at each other for a moment, before Victor cleared his throat.

"I think we should head to the Hulbury's residential hotel first. Just in case one of us have to wait for a gym battle to open we'd have somewhere to stay tonight."

"Well I think we should head to the gym before anyone else gets here," she countered back one arm holding her Toxel and the other placed onto her hip. "It's still pretty early in the morning. If there's a chance no one got there yet one of us could get a spot! Right Hop?"

"Actually, personally I'm kinda hungry and wanted to check out that famous restaurant Hulbury's supposed to have." he mumbled but got ignored by the scowling twins.

You sighed again shaking your head. Teenagers. "How about this?" You held up a hand catching the three's attention. "We'll split up." You suggested. "If we do that we can get things done faster. You two can check out the gym and your brother can get us situated for the night because personally I'd like to take a break from camping, and then Victor can check into the gym as well. Then we can meet back up and get some breakfast..." You looked up towards the sky. "Or lunch depending when we're done."

Victor hummed. "...That doesn't sound like a bad idea actually and it could actually save us time. Now that I think about it, we're probably low on supplies anyways. While we're doing that Y/N can take a list of what we need and get it from the local super market here."

"I like that plan! We can meet up at the Light house."

And so it was agreed. After going through your inventory, and having Victor quickly scribble down a list of things you all needed, the four of you split off. Victor heading in the same direction as the other two with his phone's map out (you guessed the hotel and the stadium must've been down the same road) and you towards the docks list and borrowed money in hand. In all honestly you were just as hungry as the others but that could wait. It didn't take you too long to find Hulbury's local convenience store, it didn't take you all long as well to fill up the considerably large bags of travel foods and start carrying them off back off towards the direction of the light house. ....Only...there was one problem. You had absolutely no idea which direction the lighthouse was in, and with the giant bags of supplies to be split between the four of you obstructing your view, it made it harder to see by all accounts as you tried peeking around and over the large bags. Stumbling a bit and almost bumping into a few people walking past you, they gave you an odd look before carrying on. Certainly didn't help when your sobble gave a small chirp before literally climbing into one of the bags to which you panicked a little. The last thing you needed was him eating the food you just bought especially since it wasn't bought with your money!

"Hey! Bad pokemon!," you shouted jiggling the bags a bit, "You get out of there right now! You're not supposed to be in there!" The sobble peeked itself out over the edge of one of the bag's hearing it's master's voice as you frowned, and you didn't see where you were walking as you walked. "I'm serious! You can't just crawl in there! Out no- Oof!?"

"HEY!?," shouted a woman's voice.

You rammed into something or someone solid and you stumbled back, by some miracle not dropping the bags, and up righted yourself for a moment. Blinking you turned sideways to look at who you bumped into and were met with another woman who was looking at you with a bewildered look like everyone else who saw you walking around like this. The woman had a dark skin complexation with dark black hair with pretty blue streaks and eyes that were bluer than the ocean. What looked like a sports uniform adorned her body. She blinked at you as you stared before you seemed to blink and shake your head.

"Oh. Sorry about that, Miss," You apologized shifting two off the four bags in your arms. "I didn't see you there."

"Uh..Yes, I could tell." She ran an eye over the two bags in your arms and the other two hanging off your elbows. "That's a lot of groceries you're carrying there." Her eyes stopped at the little blue pokemon poking out of the top of one of the bags as it shoved a blue berry into it's mouth.

"Oh. It's not just for me actually. I'm traveling with some others and we needed this stuff." You followed her gaze and you gained a frown when you saw the sobble shove another berry into it's mouth. "HEY!" It fell back into the bag startled with a chirp....but slowly peeked the top of it's head and eyes back over to look at your scowl. "I said NO. Now you get out of there right now! If you're hungry I'll get you something else."

"Oh. Is this little one yours?," both of you looked over as the woman attempted to reach out and pet the sobble. Which resulted in your sobble giving off a sound of fright and immediately scuttle out from the bag in a hurry.

"HEY-" You leaned your head back as it jumped on your head and clung to your hair giving the other woman wide eyes of worry. You grumbled...but sighed and nodded. "Yeah. Sorry 'bout that. He's not used to strangers I guess."

With a smile, the woman placed a hand on her hip and studied the two of you. "Most sobble are, but it seems this one has become very attached to you."

You blew the sobble's tail from your face. "Believe me you don't know the half of it. Say. Could you tell me where I can find the lighthouse? I'm supposed to meet my friends there."

"Sure. I was actually heading towards the stadium actually. The light house is right next to it," she gestured to your bags. "I could even help you if you'd like."

You gave a relieved sigh. "Really?! Yes, thank you. That'd be a huge help."

You happily let the woman take two of the bags you were carrying and you followed her as she motioned for you to follow her. Gloria and Hop were most likely already waiting for you as they had first gone to the stadium and possibly Victor if he hadn't gotten side tracked or anything. As the two of you walked you took the chance to look around at the town. Seemed like the beach down you had gone to before the few times you went to the beach. As you glanced at the woman helping you out you couldn't help but...notice something. Did she seem familiar to you somehow?....You shook your head. Nah. Must've just been your imagination. She must've just looked like someone you've seen before. That's all. The both of you walked from the docks, past what looked like a restaurant of some sort, back towards the Pokemon Center before taking a right and heading down the same path the teens took when the four of you parted ways. From that point the two of you walked down a road with houses on one side and a fence overseeing the ocean on the other. There was a LOT more houses than you remembered in game so it took a good twenty minutes before you even saw the stadium as both of you passed a flight of concrete stairs leading up the hill towards the train station. You looked up and at the stadium as it's shadow loomed over you as you both walked past it. Unlike Milo's stadium this one seemed rather quiet right now even if it was as HUGE as his was. The gym leader mustn't be battling anyone right now where ever she was. As you two continued to walk past it, you blinked seeing a tall structure up ahead which was unmistakably a light house, letting you sigh in relief. FINALLY!! You sighed in relief at seeing the structure and sped up your pacing a bit as the two of you rounding the corner the path lead towards the lighthouse and that's when you noticed the figures standing there. One or two strangers were there taking a picture next to the statues or the ocean view, but there was three you recognized easily as the twins and Hop. They all seemed happy to see you at first. But soon those happy faces turned into surprised and shocked ones the closer you walked. Victor even shaking his head and blinking as you approached.

"Uh...Hey, Y/n. Whatcha got there?"

"Our supplies," you replied arms all sore and tired from the long walk over. Victor blinked as you shoved the two bags you were holding into his arms. "Here. Take these. Im beat." They continued to stare at you even as you turned to the woman and take the other two heavy bags from her. Your brow rising as you turned and saw their wide eyed looks. "....Are you three alright? You all look like you've seen a ghost."

"...Y/n. Do you even know WHO that is?!," Gloria asked pointed towards the woman and you turned to look at her again..before shrugging.

"She helped me out. Thanks by the way."

She nodded. "It was my pleasure."

"Don't you even know who that is!?" Gloria groaned at your utterly confused face as you blankly stared and as a result pointed right at the smiling woman next to you. "You literally don't know!? THAT'S NESSA!! Like the Gym Leader Nessa! The person we traveled all the way here to see!"

You blinked before looking back to Nessa as she glanced at you. "...Oh. Thanks for the help again. It was very nice of you."

She nodded again. "Your welcome. And you." She glanced over to Gloria who still stared in disbelief at her. "You must be a gym challenger right? You're one of the ones endorsed by Leon right?"

Gloria stared at her a little longer before Hop nudged her making her flinch. "HUH!? I mean- Y-Yeah! O-One of them." She gestured to Hop next to her. "And he's one o' the other ones."

"Hello, Ma'am." Hop smiled and waved. "I'm Hop and this is Gloria and that's Victor. You uh...Weren't at the stadium when we went there."

"My apologies," Nessa apologized as you turned back to her. OH! Now you could recognize her easily. She was on the cover of that magazine Gloria showed you and you vaguely remembered seeing her back at the entrance ceremony. "But I just got back from a boating shoot and I've already promised someone else a battle for later today. But I must say, you've become something of a hot topic among the gym leaders."

"Wait. We are?"

She chuckled. "Are you kidding me? Leon never stops talking about how awesome his little brother is and how he's just the smartest kid ever to come out of Postwick."

Hop coughed and scratched at his head in embarrassment. "Well...I wouldn't say that."

"I mean. He's not wrong. You're pretty smart."

"Glory! Don't embarrass me like Mum please!," he begged red faced.

You decided to help give him a break. "I had no idea he spoke so highly of Hop." You spoke to Nessa. Although you wouldn't be surprised considering how hyped up Hop got about Leon, and how loving Leon was to them.

She chuckled again before reaching behind her and pulling something out of her pocket. Well two somethings. "Here you go, Ms. Famous. I already heard about you, so you should learn more about me too." She held out what you made out as cards to Hop and Gloria as the two wide eyed teens took them in disbelief.

"OMG! Another League Card!! Thank you so much, Ms. Nessa! Does this mean you'll be able to battle one of us tomorrow?"

She nodded. "Sure. Just speak to one of my staff at the stadium and we can schedule a battle in the next two days for three." She then pointed behind her. "But I had better head to the stadium. I can't delay my scheduled battle anymore than I've already had."

You nodded in understanding. "We understanding completely, Miss. Thanks again for the help."

She nodded towards you. "I love fishing, but I love pokemon battles even more and I'm itching for a battle with you. Hopefully we'll get to battle real soon." With a wave towards you four, Nessa turned on her heel and began to walk away.

You waved back before turning back to the three teens staring back at you. ".....What?"

"HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW WHO THAT WAS WITH YOU!?,'' Gloria shouted gesturing to where Nessa walked off to which you shrugged again.

"Sorry? I was a little busy with something more important at the moment and I guess I wasn't paying too much attention to her. But she seemed very nice. But how did your guys' lil trip go?"

"I managed to book us a hotel here for a couple nights," Victor answered before gesturing his head over towards the other two. "And we're all set up to fight, but someone already beat us for a spot today."

"Oh. Who?"

"The Mareep Head!," Gloria huffed one hand one her hip and the other waving the small League Card in the air. Mareep Head- OH! She must've been referring to Bede. He must've been the one Nessa was rushing off to battle then. "We just waltzed on in and there he was acting all smug like he jus' won the whole challenge already. He even asked if I "Got Hatenna's good side' on camera. Psh! He's such a stuck up mudbray!"

You could only nod juggling the groceries in your arms. "I...see. Well since there's nothing we can do right now for the moment, why don't we just go back to the hotel Victor mentioned and take care of these?"

Victor nodded in agreement tugging his own bags along as you both turned with Gloria mumbling behind you all the way to the hotel.

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It had all gone so wrong.

They'd converged on the portal, taking the Foot Clan soldiers by surprise and swiftly dispatching a few. Everything had gone according to plan. They'd all started feeding their respective magic back into the portal in a way that Donnie knew their mana reserves were going to scream at them for later--and wow, who knew, apparently this Casey kid had both some innate magical ability and also wasn't half-bad at taking care of himself in a combat scenario--and Donnie himself had been using his shadows to keep the soldiers at bay, and then--

Then the Krang had popped through anyway, and Donnie had finally been able to see what Theatre and the others were so worried about. Because, oh, apparently the fuckers could nullify magic, which apparently no one had felt like fucking telling him about--

And they were insanely fast for something that size, and strong--

And Dad was hurt--

Fuck this. Fuck all of this. He was making transport circles, and he was getting all of them OUT of there, and then they were going to regroup and come up with a new strategy to take these things out. And that was assuming that these mutated wads of bubblegum weren't capable of using some form of tracking spell--

Okay, okay. Raph and Dad were out safely, as was Mikey and April and future boy. Now he just had to---

....where the hell had Leo disappeared off to.

"Leo? Leo, you idiot, where--" And then his blood ran cold.

Leo was going for the stupid key that had opened the portal in the first place, and his teleportation spell wasn't working as fast as it should have, and one of the Krang was coming right towards him with a tentacle shaped like a spike--

And the whole world slowed down, narrowing to a sickening pinpoint, because his stupid twin was in danger, his stupid twin was about to die and he was just standing there and oh god oh god he wasn't going to be able to get there fast enough--

"LEO! MOVE--"

And he had no idea how he moved so quickly, it was like he was far from Leo one moment and in front of him the next, shoving him away because it had to be him, it had to be him and not his twin, not his better half--

And then there was an overwhelming feeling of SHARP SHARP SHARP BAD BAD BAD PAIN PAIN PAIN NO NO NO through his shoulder--

Oh, hey, look at that. He'd been impaled. There was blood dripping down from his shoulder. Well, at least it hadn't been any of his internal organs that got--oh god fuck it hurt so much, and Leo was staring at him in horror, and his voice was so so small--

"....donnie?"

Right. Reassure Leo, even though all the wind had been knocked out of him, even though--

Fuck. He was being dragged backwards. Oh, fuck, that hurt. Donnie had to grit his teeth against the pained scream that wanted to escape his mouth, trying his best to jerk against the pull as he cast the spell circle--

"G-get out of here, Leo. Go."

"....don, wait, no. Wait, Don---DON---"

The spell circle winked out of existence, cutting off Leo's strangled scream, and Donnie heaved a silent sigh of relief. His twin was safe. His family was safe. Maybe this had all been worth it. Maybe he'd be okay in turn--

And then the force yanked him backwards again, and this time he wasn't able to stop the pained scream that escaped his mouth as he was hoisted into the darkness.

....and then there was nothing. Just faded spell circles, and a sickeningly fresh pool of blood upon the ground.

#rottmnt rp #shadow!donnie #roleplay blog #(no replies please!)#🧠

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lovethesagefan · 8 months

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MUSIC = TIME MACHINE!!!

Last night, I ventured out of my abode to join the masses at the Earth Wind and Fire (EWF) and Lionel Richie Concert. Many of you may have noticed that my activities have increase of late, particularly my concert attendance. I mean, I have seen Elton John, Trans Siberian Orchestra, Patty LaBelle, the teacher comedian Eddie B (third time) and now this.

Of all of my adventures, this one is significant because of the music. I love music. I can't get enough of music. I get that that from my mama. We had a piano and we all were taught to play something on it. She always played it. I miss her playing. But I digress. Today's music is an acquired taste. There are some good songs and a lot that isn't for me. Tonight was completely for me. For I was transported back...back...back to being in school in Marietta.

Several of the songs placed me in the band. "In the Stone!" is a song I haven't heard since high school. I played clarinet that year and as part of the show, we did this "dance" on the field. I still remembered the dance and promptly did it in the stands. You see, these groups made music that was easily transported to the field for marching band.

Another song was "Still". That was our Homecoming Theme song from my Senior year. I can remember playing that song over and over and over until all the Homecoming Court paraded down the 50 yard line. The crowd is cheering for their candidate then it goes silent. The name of the Queen is announced. Tears flow. Pictures are taken. The Court is escorted off the field. We strike up the Fight Song and exit. I was on Student Council that year. Since I was Band President also, it was up to me to rely the Council request to the band.

Then there's "Endless Love". This was our exit my Senior year. For those of you who are "non-band" folk, an exit is the last song in the performance. Usually a ballad or a slow moving piece that builds up into a crescendo and levels of the end or a restatement of the opener. The music called for a mellophone - baritone duet. Well the chosen one happened to be sweethearts so when the kissed at the end of the song, it was something cause it came as two pieces floated together to form a heart. Man, I wished I could find my tape of that year. But the last game of the season, was an away game. I learned to play Marching Baritone over the Summer. I was functional enough to march. I thought I was good enough to perform the solo. I did get that chance at the South Cobb game. I was paired up with the Australian Exchange Student. We didn't kiss at the end, but I had the most subtle and graceful bow I could ever thing. And it is lost to history.

And there were countless other songs that took me back to a different time. A simpler time. Richie spoke about that from his heart. He sees what is going on. We speak about "those people." It turns out that WE are those people. We are not enemies he is trying to say. That arena was filled with Democrats, Republicans, Independents, Christians, Muslims, Jews, and non-believers. We were one. Music transported me back to that time where we weren't "those people". We were just people.

But the hour had come for us to return to 2023. A lot of people who were of a certain age, will be feeling it tomorrow. Some may call in sick. Some may have already planned to be out. But all can say they went back in time to have a Good Time. And what a time we had!

#EWF #lionel richie #music #time travel

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svitch-bikes · 2 years

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Ebike: The absolute best commuting alternative for gym lovers.

Putting the adage "The body achieves what the mind thinks" into practice in daily life can be challenging. There may be a variety of causes, but have we ever stopped to think about what we could have done and why we weren't able to?

Confusing!? Take, for instance, a regular e-bike commute to the gym.

We frequently make plans for when we would choose or begin living a healthy lifestyle, but the majority of us never actually begin doing that routinely. As is common knowledge, it takes your body and mind 21 days to become accustomed to a habit.

We would then discuss using an ebike to get to the gym.

Why?

To work out, you're headed to the gym. Considering that walking or riding a bike there involves activity, those options are plainly preferable.

The ideal pre-workout.Most people are capable of cycling at least 10 KPH (which is really slow for a bike). According to your level of fitness, cycling X kilometers should take you no longer than 10 minutes. The time it takes to get to the gym while ostensibly waiting for the bus can be reduced by switching to alternative forms of transportation. or holding out for the rickshaw? The bike is probably far faster overall, not to mention more inexpensive and better for warming up. What if we offered you a more streamlined and quick bicycle trip to your gym? What if we claimed that was in fact electric?

Yes, a fully equipped ebike would be a delight to use to easily get to the gym. Yes, it also has a pedal assist system (PAS), which might serve as the ideal warm-up before a person begins their gym routine. Observe this! It truly speeds up your trip time and is much faster than manual bicycles.

You might be going to the gym to do your usual routine, for instance. Your commute to the gym by bicycle is part of your exercise. The Svitch Bike's Pedal Assist System feature can be used if you start to feel fatigued in the middle of the journey. The bike can be folded and left at the fitness center. For the universally rechargeable swappable battery, you can charge it right there in the gym. Say this is a day for legs. It's getting harder to even walk as the pain takes over. You can choke your way back to your house. Simple as pie and lemon squeezy.

How cycling affects your body before a workout?

Your energy levels will increase, your overall health will improve (endorphins will be released), exercise will deliver oxygen to your lungs, keeping your knees flexible and pain-free, free vitamin D in the morning, a beautiful sunrise or sunset, new positive friends, and many other benefits. This sport does not require expensive accessories, gear, or playing fields and can be played anywhere in India or overseas. It would be a pleasure for the person riding the bike in any terrain or weather with the help of electric cycling. Cycling can be taken up at any age, and there are no special requirements for equipment or attire. Even this might be quite helpful for those who have diabetes, high blood pressure, or any other grave ailment. The physical and emotional health of the individual can be greatly improved by riding an EV bike.

After gym Efficiency!

While working up a sweat does have an impact on your body, not everyone is a gym rat. After challenging workouts, it is typical for average people to feel utterly exhausted. You might think about utilizing an electric bike instead of cycling manually because it would do most of the work for you and you could just enjoy the ride rather than having to pedal uphill to get home. If you could still peddle it, it would be the perfect way to top off your e-bike riding experience.

Conclusion

The easiest method to save energy and burn a few calories at the same time is to use an ebike. Your gym training will begin with a brief warm-up, making it quicker and more effective than other forms of transportation.

#ev #ebikes #ecycle #electric cycle #electric bike #bicycle #cycle #electric bicycle

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chronicler-harrington · 2 years

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Interlude I

In the beginning, when earth had only just cracked the code to FTL transportation, it followed the same vein that most other forms of transportation have over the years. Only the rich, political figures and of course, the militaries of the richer countries.

This resulted in an interesting result, as the dying planet was deserted by the majority of people who were contributing the most to its destruction. This did little to soothe tensions at first, as destruction was still very much imminent. At least at first. As time went on howe-

*sound of an opening door as Chroma sneaks in*

Ah, what are you doing in here darling? I’m kind of in the middle of something.

*Chroma beeps indignantly*

I mean you can hang out here while I do my recording but you have to keep quiet, okay?

*Low rumble from Chroma*

I really hope that's a yes.

Ahem- continting.

As time went on however, fears seemed unfounded. Admittedly, things weren't getting worse, however the end of the world, even in its accelerated forms, is a slow process, even among creatures who cosmically, tend to live rather fast lives.

As the environment worsened, people found that they could adapt and move on. There were losses of course, deaths of an uncountable sorrow, but humans, as they do, adapted. Animals and other such creatures could not adapt as quickly, and the diversity that was once plentiful began to thin.

It wasn't until one acclaimed scientist stepped to the spot light that the battle to reverse the planets state bega-

*door opening again, and someone who is not Harrington speaks*

Here you are! Goodness Harrington! I nearly searched the entire ship looking for you!

*Harrington, clearly surprised*

Uh, How did you get here, Kersia? I wasn't even aware you were on this vessel.

Oh come now, not even a hello? You said you were on this ship in our last call. I happened to be nearby so I hopped aboard when you were in port last.

…. Sia that had to have been at least a week ago. It's not a large ship. The least you could have done was tell me.

Yes yes my apologies about that however work did get in the way. Ironically enough it's also what brought me here. Your newest project could be rather helpful with my own.

*heavy sigh from harrington*

Okay. sit down, what do you need and what's going on.

Ah, wonderful Harrington, I do appreciate your attitude for work. It's rather simple really, I received a tip about a research trip to a relatively overlooked planet. From the little information I have it's entirely uninhabited.

No sentient life then?

Ha! That wouldn't be anything new. I mean, my dearest human, that aside from overgrown plant life, nothing else is alive on that planet. No animals, no fish, nothing that even slightly resembles fauna in any way. It's all Flora.

I hate to say it, Sia, but that's not entirely my realm of expertise. I focus on-

On human culture, yes I know. I wouldn't have rushed across the universe for something as petty as plants.

Hold on, I thought you were nearby when I last called?

Not the point! This planet has plantlife, no fauna, BUT! It holds the overgrown remnants of architecture. Advanced architecture! Long dead, but they existed for long enough to create a decent society on this tiny ball of earth! I have no confirmations of course, but given images, and the theories of other researchers who have already been near, we suspect that it may be-

A lost human colony!

Elementary, my dear watson!

Pfft, that's not how that saying works, but continue.

Do not pluck the leaves from my shade! I was saying that yes, it's highly likely. And given the lack of evidence to the contrary this seems to be a case of forgotten history, or forgotten by history. It's not unheard of as I’m sure you're aware. The only issue is what happened.

I… would have to get a look myself, but I think I can wager a guess. I was about to actually do a recording on Earth's Sixth mass extinction, so I may be in the apocalypse mind but…

Oh come now, you can't tell me that's all that you're doing for your log? Boring human history that anyone could learn from a textbook? Goodness Harrington, the people want drama! Excitement! Not extinction. Pack your bags! I’m getting us passage on the next research vessel headed out!

Book for three, Chroma is getting big enough that some vessels count her as a separate passenger, not a pet.

Ah, you did mention. Speaking of, Hello Chroma, it's been some time hasn't it. Oh just look at how your feathers are coming in! I simply must take a sample!

I wouldn't recommend it. She sheds them every few days, I’ll get you one then. In the meantime, get us those tickets!

Yes yes! Right away my dearest! This is going to be quite the adventure!

*door opens and closes and Kersia leaves hurriedly*

Goodness, whirlwind of a woman i tell you. Ah, recorders still on. Well I suppose it makes good context for whatever is about to happen. I suppose…

Chroma, and Harrington, signing off.

#alien #space #short story #work of fiction #writing #harrington logs #humans are weird #aliens #extraterrestrial #science fiction #sci fi

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toasterdrake · 3 years

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Zvezdnyy

Yelena Belova x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Genre: Fluff

anon requested: "Can you do a yelena one where Yelena is touch starved but readers love language is touch so they work together and one day they snuggle for the first time? thx"

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Humans are wired to be touched. From birth until the day we die, our need for physical contact persists. It drives our emotional connections, our physical health.

It is one of those beautiful poetic moments that inspire us to keep living through all the hardship.

Yelena, however, had experienced little to no touch since she was a young child.

Her time with Alexei, Melina and Natasha had been the only memorable time in her life that wasn't cold. As the three years progressed, and she grew, so did their attachment to her. Alexei loved fawning over the little blonde, and even Melina had to admit she was cute.

In early life, touch is crucial for building healthy relationships. Missing out on regular human touch can have serious and long-lasting effects.

Melina, ever the scientist, was well aware of this, and tried her best, but Alexei was more comfortable giving the kids what they wanted. Piggyback rides with Papa were a popular form of transport in the Vostokoff-Shostakov household.

However, Yelena's eventual line of work, away from her parents and her sister, didn't exactly make a habit of hugs or holding hands. This inevitably resulted in touch starvation in the young Widow.

The feeling was deeply rooted in Yelena's psyche. It was a lusting hunger; a primal need from within, clawing up her throat. But her training kept it constantly tamped down, insisting it be ignored in favour of the mission. She was never allowed to understand this burning, lonely desire.

After Oksana and Natasha, it grew from a mild heat to a raging fire. Every brushing of skin ignited something in her fingertips, like hot electricity attracting her to beg for more.

What that 'more' was, she couldn't figure out. Not until you.

You were a very touchy person. You had loving, attentive parents that encouraged physical displays of affection all your life. Of course, they had their faults, and no parenting technique is perfect, but the frequent gentle touches had raised you to find comfort in contact.

You'd grown up a hugger, in a word, and all your friends were well aware of it. If they thought they could avoid you being attached to their sides, clambering over them, or resting your feet in their laps whenever they were in your vicinity, they thought wrong.

Yelena was the exception.

Not in a hateful way; very much the opposite, actually. In such a way that you paid extra attention to how she acted and reacted. In such a way that you noticed when she flinched or froze up under your touch. In such a way that you withdrew your friendly touches because you weren't blind.

Yelena was also the exception in the way she was more than a friend.

Your relationship was still new, and you were scared to be asking too much from her. You were still adjusting to each other, learning how to be together, learning what you wanted from the other and how to give what they wanted.

And the more you withdrew, the more Yelena began to tentatively want it, you, your touch, back.

Even in her relationship with you, Yelena couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly lonely. Not because you weren't paying her attention, affection: you still showed that in different ways. But you were right there, next to her… and yet you weren't close enough. The blanket you were both wrapped in wasn't enough; you were.

But she didn't know how to ask. So instead, she slipped away from you, leaving you to doze, and took a long, hot bath.

She curled up alone in bed that night, cold, guilt clawing at her throat and churning in her stomach. Fanny tucked herself into Yelena's side, golden fur tangling in her fingers. Fanny's warmth still wasn't enough. Fanny wasn't you.

She was only able to fall asleep after you had stumbled into bed beside her hours later. You weren't even sharing a room yet. You wanted to be close to her as much as she did you.

You were simply better versed in expressing that desire.

You wanted to show Yelena your affection for her the way you knew how. And you decided to make that known.

You scooted a little closer every time you sat together, little by little by little, eyes trained on the movie playing. You leaned into her when she helped you cook, stretching over her to grab something, trailing a hand on her waist when you leaned away so that the contact was never broken. You slipped your hand into hers while waiting for a ride to collect you both.

You were careful not to cross any boundaries, though, adjusting accordingly when Yelena subtly distanced herself.

Slowly, she began to accept your advances.

"[Y/N]? [Y/N]?"

"Wha- what?" You wake up, trying to blink away the blurriness of your vision to get a clearer view of the figure leaning over you.

Yelena shifts awkwardly, fiddling with the corner of your covers. "I can't sleep." She admits shyly.

Something, you're not sure what in your half-asleep state, but something, clicks in you. You shuffle over to make room, opening your arms to her, and she readily crawls under the sheets.

You lay on your back, looking at her across the bed for a long few moments. There's that closeness again; that not-quite-close-enough closeness; that simmering, bubbling heat.

You clear your throat, wincing at how abrupt it is in the dark and quiet room, at how sharply it makes Yelena snap her gaze to you. You open your arms again, silent invitation in your eyes.

Yelena shifts forward, tentatively curling into your side. Soft, pyjama-clad skin glides over yours like velvet, until the warmth of her settles pressed into you.

Slow and steady, you wrap an arm around her waist, firm enough to remind her that you are there. Your fingers splay over her stomach, drawing abstract patterns.

She rests her head on your chest. Your heartbeat is calm and strong. She matches her breathing to it, looking through the darkness out the window at the blanket of stars.

"Do any of them catch your fancy?" You ask. She can feel your gaze following hers, your fingertips floating lazily.

She points at a small star just coming into view from behind a drifting cloud. It's light is weaker than the others, twinkling faintly among the diamond glitters.

"I bet it wants to learn how to shine brighter," You begin softly. Yelena snorts, but doesn't stop you.

"It's packing up its possessions; a picture of its beloved sister, its famous iced coffee technique;" Yelena buries a giggle in the crook of your neck, then peeks back out at her star. "And it's setting out to visit it's aunt, who lives on the other side of the galaxy. She's one of the brightest... Nebulaway stars, so she'll surely be able to teach it how to shine.

Along the path, it meets another star. They shine even brighter than it's aunt, so it asks them to teach it. They say, 'shining isn't something you can learn... Shining comes to you naturally when the time is right. That time is different for everyone'. The dull little star doesn't feel this is helpful at all, so it carries on and leaves them behind. Further up the road, it meets another star."

Your story is interrupted by a jaw-cracking yawn, tears springing to your eyes. You blink them away and continue. "This star asks if it has any spare iced coffee, since he ran out. The dull little star -- y'know what, let's call him Jeffrey," Yelena's laugh evolves into her own yawn. "Jeffrey gives him the last of it's coffee.

He says 'this is the best iced coffee I've ever had. What's the difference? Is it your brand? Do you use... Milky too?' Jeffrey shows him, and it turns out the ingredients are the same." Yelena half-heartedly provides a shocked gasp. "Jeffrey teaches him its technique. He carries on the path much happier with his new flask of iced coffee.

Jeffrey carries on, and now notices the dark path it had been following to reach Nebulaway is now illuminated. It looks around, but doesn't see any other stars. It is the only star here on the path, and the light radiates around it."

You pause again, this time for thought. You look down, and notice Yelena's eyes are closed. She breathes steadily, deeply, an arm around your waist and head settled on your shoulder. Her warm, sweet breath fans over your collarbone.

You smile, pressing a kiss to her head as your own heavy eyelids fall gratefully shut.

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Taglist: @starryparchments @themagnificentmx @bisexual-chupacabra

love,

- Lynx

#yelena belova #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova fluff #marvel imagine #lynx writes

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joaquinwhorres · 3 years

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gazes (joaquín torres x reader)

SUMMARY ››››› It's become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,716

WARNINGS ››››› sexy times implied

A/N ››››› Ok so these headcanons y'all have been sending me are incredible. I read these two back to back and I just had to write something connecting them.

The kid had no tact.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he expected more from the guy who'd led into his theory that Steve was on the moon by referencing vague internet rumors, but even despite that, he'd assumed Joaquin possessed some sense of subtlety.

Instead he was over at the leg press trying and failing not to stare at Y/N as she bent over at the middle to help Bucky push deeper into the stretch.

"You know she could hit you with a harassment claim for staring at her like that."

Joaquin jumped, the weights dropping suddenly with a loud clang. Across the gym, Bucky laughed as Y/N whipped around to face the two men. "Everything ok?" Her voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Sam couldn't help but smirk as Joaquin turned towards her, giving a little wave.

"Foot slipped," he answered, and she nodded, turning back to Bucky quickly.

"Foot slipped," Sam mocked.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"If you paid half the amount of attention you give to Y/N to your surroundings, you'd have known I'd been standing here for three minutes."

Joaquin gave a defensive scoff. "I wasn't staring at her--I was just--" he stopped, searching for an excuse, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

When it was clear Joaquin couldn't find a convincing enough lie to end the sentence, Sam shook his head. "You know, if you talk to her, she might actually let you take her out."

"I talk to her," Joaquin protested.

Sam shook his head, uncrossing his arms. "No, I mean talk to her. Chat her up. You've gotta have some game, right?"

"I've got game..." His sentence trailed off as he turned to look in her direction, finding her standing over Bucky's feet with her hands on her hips. "But like, we're co-workers, you know? I don't want to make things awkward around the gym or the compound or anything."

"Joaquin," Sam said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You're already making things awkward."

"He's staring at your ass again."

"And you're trying to get out of stretching again," you quipped, moving Bucky's leg closer to his chest. The super soldier tilted his head as if to acknowledge the legitimacy of your accusation.

"Doesn't change the fact that I think you're about to give him a heart attack."

"I highly doubt he's worried in the slightest about my ass. He's probably zoned out."

"He's definitely focused in...on--"

"On my ass," you finished, shaking your head. You might have given Bucky's claim a little more credence if it weren't for the fact that Joaquin Torres had been anything but the consummate professional towards you. He was friendly and upbeat and welcoming, and one of the few genuinely good guys you'd ever had the pleasure of working with.

You'd never caught him staring once, and it's not like the boy was exactly known for subtlety. Last time Bucky had asked him to cover for him so you couldn't come down and teach him the right way to train his body, he'd told you that Bucky had left the compound to get you a thank you gift for all of your hard work. All while staring at the gym door.

The heavy sound of weights falling against each other echoed throughout the gym, and you spun around to face the sound. Sam hovered over Joaquin's shoulder, the latter no longer working the leg press but instead looking as if he'd just received the scare of his life.

Bucky broke into laughter, and you smacked at his leg.

"Everything ok?" you called out, and Joaquin smiled, giving a sheepish little wave at you. "Foot slipped."

"It's a good thing he wasn't at the bench press. You might have killed him."

Your head snapped back to Bucky who was giving you a shit eating grin.

"You're an asshole."

"I'm right."

"Do you think if I ask nicely Wakanda will take you back?"

"So you know I'm right."

You chanced a glance back at Joaquin who was still talking to Sam before turning back around and placing your hands on your hips. "I'm calling Ayo."

You were running early.

Not to any event in particular, but just for the general course of your day. It was rare for you to wake up to your first alarm so completely refreshed, and with a fully awake brain, you found it much easier to navigate the morning. You were able to get dressed without crawling back in bed for a few more minutes, and didn't have to battle with sleepy indecision when choosing what you wanted to eat for breakfast.

One thing after another just continued to roll your way, leading you to the gym much earlier than usual.

And that's where the luck stopped.

Or maybe it didn't stop. But it definitely took a turn. Because while you fully expected someone else to be in the gym already, you hadn't expected just one person to be in the gym. And even if you had, you wouldn't have guessed that that one person would be Joaquin. And if, for some reason, you'd had the foresight to sense that, you definitely never would have pictured him to be running on the treadmill shirtless.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes falling to the bouncing dog tags on his chest and then lower to the well defined abs you'd somehow never seen before.

It felt like you'd seen just about every man in this compound shirtless. At some point, they all seemed to strip in the gym or during one of your group training classes you ran for those who weren't field agents. Bucky was shirtless half the time you worked together. It was so normal, you hardly even blinked an eye anymore. Seeing Sam without a shirt was more rare and quite the sight, but it'd never caught your breath quite like seeing Joaquin. Joaquin, who had never so much as worn a tank top in the gym, Joaquin.

And now here he was, chest bare and heaving, feet pounding rhythmically against the treadmill, hair still messy from his pillow and sweat. Your brain couldn't seem to function correctly, offering you images of the sight before you, only closer. Much closer. Hovering inches over your stretched out body as the headboard behind you rammed into the wall with the force of each thrust--

"Hey," Joaquin greeted, noticing you standing off to the side. You blinked, heat rushing to your face as he turned the treadmill down to a more leisurely pace. "Something wrong with my form?"

It was tempting to lie and offer to "help him fix it." Or to be completely honest and tell him you'd never seen a human form as perfect as his.

But neither of those responses were professional or even appropriate, and you needed this job.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "No, I was just wondering why you were wearing those," you said, gesturing to his dog tags, and allowing your eyes to fall to his chest once more. You followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down his body, heading to the waistband of his shorts. Joaquin reached to touch his tags, causing them to jingle together once more and pull your attention up to him.

"It's hard to let them go," he smiled, ruefully, hitting the button so the belt slowed even more. "I'd say it's a habit, putting them on, but at this point they're just like a part of me."

You nodded, wishing you'd taken this conversation anywhere but to the idea of dog tags and what they stood for. It wasn't so much a mood killer but a guilt inducer because instead of you feeling embarrassed and somber, all you wanted to do was grab them and pull him closer to you.

He must have read the conflict on your face because he gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, sorry, it's kinda morbid."

"No," you shook your head, clearing it of the daydream induced fog. "I probably shouldn't have asked."

"No, nah, it's cool," his smile grew into grin, as the belt came to a stop. He leaned his forearms against the console, staring at you as if waiting for you to continue the conversation. Which you were not equipped to do with a smiling and shirtless and sweaty Joaquin Torres right before you.

"Well, thanks for being cool about it," you said with a nod.

My God, something was wrong with you. They were just abs. And sure, maybe the abs belonged to the man who not only found the time to moonlight as a superhero but star in your increasingly dirty dreams of late, but it was just a body party that you'd seen a million times.

But never on Joaquin.

You blamed everything your brain was doing to you on Bucky and all of his stupid comments about Joaquin's supposed fixation on your ass. You wondered what he would say if he could see you now. "And I thought I was half machine. I could practically see your brain short circuiting." or "If that's what you're like when you see him half-naked, how are you ever going to--"

"Yeah, of course," Joaquin said, still smiling, his eyes lifting up over your shoulder as the other door to the gym opened and Sam came in. "Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin.

"Hey," Sam said, drawing closer, his eyes on you. You forced a smile on to your own face, and lifted a hand, not trusting anything that was coming out of your mouth.

"You're here early," the other man said, stepping onto the treadmill next to Joaquin's, and putting his water bottle down next to the machine.

Both of them were looking at you now, and it's not like you could handle staying in this gym any longer. "I came down looking for my water bottle. I think I left it here yesterday."

Sam raised his eyebrows glancing around the gym, and Joaquin stepped down off of the machine. "Do you want help looking for it?" he asked, and your whole body seemed to tense up at the idea, your brain transporting you to a future scenario where the two of you wandered around the room, Joaquin next to you or behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, all the while searching for a water bottle that was sitting on your dresser.

"No." Your voice came out too high, but you tried to play it off, shaking your head. "I've already interrupted your workout enough. It's either by the weights or not in here."

"Alright," he nodded. "If you need any help looking around the compound though, let me know."

"Thanks," you said. And then you gave another stupid wave and beelined it for the weight racks because you had to get out of here.

You made a show of looking next to each section of weights, even bending over to check underneath of them as if it could have been knocked under somewhere. After you felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to be convincing, you straightened up, empty handed. You turned back to Joaquin and Sam, both watching you rather than continuing their workouts as you might have hoped.

"Not here," you called back with a shrug and then left the gym and headed straight up to your shower.

He was nothing if not predictable.

The minute Y/N bent over to check behind the weight rack, his eyes were glued to her. Or perhaps more accurately, the bright teal spandex shorts she wore. As she pulled herself back up from searching for her water bottle and turned to them, Joaquin quickly looked to Sam as if the two had been talking the whole time and then "casually" returned to her.

"Not here!" she said, shrugging and then walking out of the gym, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she left through the door Sam had just entered by.

"So, what'd I interrupt?"

Joaquin looked up at Sam as if remembering he was there. "What?"

"You know, when the two of you were sitting by this machine making eyes at each other? Did you actually say anything to her or….?"

Joaquin shook his head. "No, she just came in and, uh, we chatted for a second, and then…" he trailed off, as if not fully remembering any of the past ten, twenty, however many minutes.

"You just chatted," Sam repeated, the disbelief on his face edging into his voice.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded.

"Anywhere in this chat you finally ask her out?"

"Nah, it didn't feel right."

"It didn't--she was practically taking off the other half of your clothes with her eyes," Sam sputtered, gesturing to Joaquin's shorts.

The kid laughed and shook his head as if Sam didn't know what he was talking about. Joaquin moved to exit the gym as well. "I'll see you later, man," he said, leaving a very exasperated Sam behind.

Bucky Barnes was a motherfucking liar.

"Let's grab a drink on Friday," he said.

"Consider it me making it up to you for being such a pain in your ass," he said.

"I'll buy," he said.

Mothefucker.

This wasn't just you and your favorite co-worker getting a drink. This was a goddamn set up. Because one hour and three mojitos into the night, Sam and Joaquin walked in the front door.

"I fucking hate you," you said, glaring up at his stupid smug face.

"Well, what a surprise, he grinned, as you shook a finger up at him.

"I told you in confidence I'm a flirty drunk."

He snorted, giving you a look out the side of his eyes. "You told me you were a flirty drunk after you sent me several highly inappropriate drunk text messages about what you wanted to do to a certain Lieutenant, who," the self-satisfied smile was back on Bucky's face. "Is making his way over to us right now."

"When I get home, I swear to God, I'm buying you a ticket to Wakanda."

Bucky quirked an eyebrow. "You're not going to do it now?"

"I didn't bring my credit card because you said you were paying," you huffed.

Before Bucky could respond, Sam and Joaquin were next to the two of you, greeting Bucky with hand slaps and one armed hugs. Sam came around and wrapped an arm around you first before sliding into the seat next to Bucky, and Joaquin came forward, giving you a quick hug.

Which was a first.

More than the feeling of his back underneath your palm, or the way he seemed to emanate warmth, you were done in by how absolutely incredible he smelled. But before you could fully identify whether it was his shampoo, a cologne, or just him, he pulled away and took the only other available seat near the group--the one next to you.

"I see you started without us," Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the assortment of glasses that sat before you. Most of them were Bucky's as he downed beers faster than should have been humanly possible.

"Hard drinker, huh Y/N," Joaquin teased, shooting you a smile.

"Pfft," you dismissed. "Only three are mine."

"Three?" Sam asked, leaning forward to better look at you. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour," you said, completely unnecessarily leaning forward too.

Bucky shrugged. "I got the time wrong."

"Guess we better catch up then," Joaquin said, and you sank back into your chair, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge.

"If you can."

They did.

You were outpaced fairly quickly against the two soldiers and one super soldier. The rum-induced fuzziness around the edges of your brain was compounded by having Joaquin so close to you. At some point he'd pulled his chair a bit closer to yours so that he could better hear the conversation, and you don't remember when it happened, but his arm had also slid around the back of your chair. To your relief neither Bucky nor Sam seemed to acknowledge this. In fact, Bucky was positively quiet and normal all things considered. Everything was going better than you could have expected.

Until the music kicked up.

Sam was the first to be dragged onto the dance floor. He was Captain America. Of course he'd been targeted by the stunning girl in the red dress who'd only had to come up and ask "Does Captain America dance?" to succeed in pulling him off to the dance floor.

Bucky was next. Although he wasn't tugged onto the dance floor by his hand the way Sam was. It was the sight of the person in the tight black number that did him in, luring him away to the dance as if drawn by a magnet.

And then it was you and Joaquin, sitting at the bar. Alone. Together.

You looked up from your drink, pushing the straw down into the ice to stir up the clinking sounds, and he took a swig of his beer before putting the bottle back down on the bar.

"Alright, let's dance," he said, nodding with his head towards the crowd, and you let out a disbelieving snort.

"I don't know how to dance. I mean, I can dance," you attempted to clarify, although you had a feeling words were failing you at the moment. "But that's real dancing, and I can't do that."

"I guess you're lucky you have a really good teacher asking you to dance then," Joaquin grinned, holding out a hand. You looked down at his open palm, hesitating only for a second before you slid your hand into his and jumped down from your chair.

He led you out through the moving bodies expertly, dodging couples who were clearly more into the dancing than each other and couples where the complete opposite was true. The small bit of space he found you was closer to the center of the dance floor than you'd usually feel comfortable with, but when he turned towards you with that look on his face, any of your residual anxiety had vanished.

"Ok, come close," he said, and you took a small step closer to him, causing him to laugh. "Closer." He gestured, and you moved forward some more, Joaquin's hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you even closer. His hands rose, one finding its way to your mid-back, pushing your elbow up to rest on his, as the other took your hand and placed it over shoulder.

"This ok?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and you nodded, trying to keep your attention on him, his instructions and his words, and not the way that you could feel just about every part of him from the way he was angled against you. His right side was flush against your left, and his knee pushed between yours.

"Just follow me," he said, his head bent close to yours. Before you could even respond, he started to move, pulling you along with him through the dance. It was smooth and rolling and you'd never seen a guy able to roll his hips like Joaquin. He seemed to know exactly how to guide you, moving his body to push and pull yours along whenever you hesitated or felt lost, coaxing waves and movements out of you that you didn't know you could do. Each success was met with a small word of praise and a brilliant smile, as his hands shifted to hold you closer, and you wrapped your own hand around his neck to better feel and predict his movements.

It felt as if a fog had rolled in over the dancefloor, obstructing all else from view so it was just you and Joaquin, eyes locked to each other as you moved together, occupying the same space.

The song faded into the next one, and Joaquin stopped. You went to move backwards, to give him space and have him move on as many other of the more skilled dancing couples seemed to do, switching partners amongst each other. But he kept you close to him, hand sliding down to your waist.

"Now you can really dance," he teased, his eyes shining as they stared into yours.

"Only with you." It was supposed to be a self-deprecating joke, but it came out too quiet and earnest. Joaquin licked his lips, and your eyes followed the gesture, flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

You don't remember making the decision. You only remember, moving even further into his arms, and pushing yourself up to reach his lips with your own. He bent down to meet you, pulling you even closer and pressing his hard body into yours. His lips moved as slowly and sensually as his hips had, drawing you in and guiding you through a careful rhythm that promised much, much more.

Sam sat with Bucky at the bar. Joaquin and Y/N had disappeared somewhere amongst the dance floor, hidden amongst the crowd.

"You think it worked?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"If it didn't we're screwed," Sam shook his head, taking a swig from his drink.

As if on cue, the two emerged from the swaying bodies, hand in hand, sweaty and much happier than they had been when Sam had left them at the bar.

"We're gonna head back to the compound," Joaquin said with practiced casualness.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, and Sam swore there was mischief literally glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded too fast and too many times. "Yeah, Y/N forgot about something there…"

"What'd you forget?" Bucky asked, turning to Y/N with a wolfish smile.

"Nothing. We're going to have sex," Y/N said, flatly, causing Sam to nearly spit out his drink. "And if you say one more word, I know a pilot who will fly you to Wakanda himself. No ticket needed."

Bucky mimicked zippering his lips into a smug look, and she rolled her eyes before tugging Joaquin out of the bar by his hand. And he followed. Eyes glued to her ass.

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