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toadcroaky · 4 months

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im trying to absorb info abt tcoaal from your blog and i think ive picked up on a lot, but would you mind describing what the different routes are? like burial, decay, etc.?

Warning I’m fixing to go on an insane tangent.

ok so like there’s only 2 chapters out rn and the first chapter ends the same but in chapter 2 there’s 2 (3 kinda) choices you can make that drastically alter the ending. (There are 2 main paths but like 5 endings some are just barely different I’ll get into that in a minute)

In the basement when you have your parents tied up ready to sacrifice to the demon (they deserve it trust me) both siblings get a choice to essentially “choose” eachother.

Ashley has to chose to trust Andrew alone with their parents when he asks her to go get all the money off their moms credit card. She knows their parents always liked him more because he’s more outwardly “normal” and is scared they’ll convince him to turn on her as soon as she leaves. If you choose to trust Andrew, that’s one step closer to the Burial ending, what some people consider the “good ending” (it’s subjective, there’s still another chapter to release so we don’t know for sure!)

but if you choose to pitch a fit and say you don’t trust Andrew alone with them Andrew gets PISSED and is like I’ve already killed for you we literally have our parents tied up at gunpoint and you STILL DOUBT ME?? and that triggers the Decay ending which some consider the “bad ending” (again it’s subjective since we don’t Really know what will happen in ch. 3)

But even then, if Ashley chooses to trust Andrew and leaves he is also faced with a choice. Immediately his mother starts questioning him and telling him it’s not too late to turn on Ashley and let them go they would help him get a job, get back on his feet, etc. (keep in mind they’ve already betrayed him once by selling them both out to organ harvesters and then collected on faulty life insurance on the both of them)(like I said they deserve this)

Andrew gets the choice to either accept or decline his mothers olive branch. Now BOTH of the siblings have to choose eachother in order to get the Burial ending, but only one has to fuck up in order to get the Decay end. Basically if Andrew chooses to “accept” his mothers olive branch he straight up tells her he would if he could but Ashley has already drug him too far down to quit and he hates it and he hates her but this is how it has to be. He resigned himself to hating her for the things he feels he “has” to do and is bitter about everything and is ready to burn everything to the ground.

This is the ending where when Ashley has a vision where he chases and violently kills her with his butcher knife. Now this is where the decay route get interesting. There’s a third choice earlier in the game where in Andrew used Ashley’s gun she stole from the warden to shoot a hot man who’s been following them there’s a “Shoot.” And a “SHOOT!!!!!” Option, the later being Andrew emptying the entire clip into the guy so now they have no bullets.

Flash forward, if you get the decay ending then as Ashley is being hunted through her dreamscape by Andrew, if there’s bullets in the gun she can choose to defend herself and kill him. Or. She can put the gun down and let him kill her. Picking this option Andrew still kills her but it’s.. cleaner than if she couldn’t defend herself and she also says the saddest line in the ENTIRE game;

“Bye-bye Andrew, I had fun!”

And he turns to cradle her cheek before saying “I’ll see you in a little bit.” before slotting her throat.

I didnt play the Decay ending but that fucking broke me watching a play through.

I much prefer the Burial ending, which is where both siblings choose each other and say fuck social norms, what has society ever done for us we only have each other. Andrew is much friendly and open in this route and is unbothered by the act of butchering and eating their parents corpses. Even Ashley is shocked that he has next to no reaction to this and says he’s acting different. This is because in this ending Andrew chooses to unmask and is no longer concerned with what’s “normal”. (Even though he’s still concerned with avoiding any and all consequences to their actions, this is a core characteristic of his)

After they eat their parents Andrew suggests she try for another prophetic dream and this time he wants to try it too so they lay on their parents bed holding hands with the demonic trinket clasped between them.

In this route Ashley can have 2 different dreams and depending on how you do a certain puzzle in her dreamscape, unlocks the INCEST ROUTE (AKA the best route and I’m not even saying this for horny reasons it’s just true) doing this means they both share of vision of them post-coitus etc etc. I’m sure you’ve seen it.

They both wake up and Andrew is BEET RED and begs Ashley to tell him they would never do that. Note that for once HES giving her all the veto power implying that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself if she offered. You can say “Never” or “Never say Never” the former giving you the no-incest or Sane route and the latter obviously doubling down on the incest lol.

And yes you can still do the burial route and not do incest, this is called the “Sane” route and basically Ashley just has some weird puzzle dreams and Andrew sees nothing. The only difference is Andrew isn’t as friendly and playful with her as the incest route and ch. 2 ends.

So basically as of chapter 2 there’s 5 different “endings”

Burial

> Incest or Sane

Decay

Gun with no bullets > Andrew kills Ashley violently

Gun has bullets > Ashley kills Andrew in self defense OR allows him to kill her and he does so quickly.

I should also add that in Decay no matter what happens with the gun Andrew is always implied to kill himself right after he kills Ashley. He refuses to be separated from her and expects to see her in whatever version of the afterlife he believes in.

Anyway I’m sorry if this is incoherent but I just LOVE talking about this game I could do it all day if there’s anything you’re still curious about let me know!!! There’s also YouTube play throughs but I definitely recommend buying the game it’s so worth it.

#asks #tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley #texty text #I’m writing this all on my lunch break LMFAO

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bluehairlaunch · 1 year

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7 Underrated Dragon Ball Characters

Honorable mention, Launch. She's one of my favorite Dragon Ball characters, but Toriyama never evolves Launch beyond her gag, and then he forgets all about her. Unlike most USians, I started with OG Dragon Ball, and enjoyed the found family dynamic that Goku developed after Grandpa Gohan (who ironically is his father figure) died. Roshi is like his grandpa, Bulma his big sister, Krillin his best bro, and Launch his mother. She cooks, cares for the boys, and handmakes them their cute little World Tournament suits. It seemed like she was going to be a major supporting character, but instead she circles the drain doing one of three things until she's just finally gone 1) getting molested by Roshi 2) shooting people impervious to bullets 3) crushing on Tien

Launch deserved better

Android 16

The only reason he's not higher on this list is because he's not as underrated as the others. Plenty of people like 16 ofc, he's a good character, but in universe he gets nothing but disrespect. Y'know the guy who saved the world by helping Gohan go beyond Super Saiyan? He's on the same tier as Farmer w/shotgun in terms of getting wished back to life. Yamcha would rather give his girlfriend a nice necklace

Super goes a step further in erasing his existence by giving his character traits to Park Ranger 17. And I'd say this was a nice homage to 16 if Super wasn't Super

World Tournament Announcer

The Nameless Announcer. One of the few normies to know about Dragon Team, he's an in-universe Dragon Ball stan. He's also the first character in this entire franchise to go from mustache-less to mustache

Yajirobe

Yajirobe's honestly so cool. He 1 shot Cymbal, then COOKED AND ATE HIM, which is probably the darkest thing to happen in Dragon Ball and actually makes Buu a Yajirobe clone. He was also the equivalent to Tien and Goku on release, being as strong as they were during the 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament.

Except, unlike Tien and Goku, he's a total slacker and was probably this strong naturally, or at least very close. For context, 21st World Tournament Goku was equivalent to Roshi, who could blow up the moon with ease

Oh and he was instrumental in defeating Geets, that's cute of him too

Dr. Gero

One of my fav villains, this fucker here, he fucks. He created best girl (18) best twink (17, sorry not sorry Future Trunks), two very good boys (8er and 16), the most perfect it/its, 19, who had one of Dragon Ball's best beatdowns, and was plenty compelling and terrifying on his own. How is this absolute fucker not in every Top 10 or at least every Top 20 villain countdowns?

Kami

Surely God will be important?

Yamcha

The world's first meme. He gets twisted as useless by people who think Dragon Ball was ever about anyone but Goku doing anything and dunked on for almost everything he does. Yamcha isn't the kinda guy getting mad about this hate tho, he's actually laughing. He's an easygoing himbo that just wants to chill and exposit, but will absolutely throw down whenever needed.

The most pathetic he EVER got was when he made his hair look like Vegeta's, and you really can't blame a bro for trying

Chi-Chi

The hate this woman gets... it's definitely less than it used to be, but for someone Goku and Gohan very clearly loves, the fanbase despises her. And why? For not wanting her FOUR YEAR OLD to fight planet busting monsters? Yes, I know, the world needs that four year old to fight monsters, but if that were your kid, would you be ok with that? Would you say bye son I love you and remember to hold your intestines in if the alien demon from another world blasts open your stomach?

#yellow hair launch says acab #dragon ball #dragon ball z #launch #launch dbz #launch dragon ball #android 16 #yajirobe #world Tournament announcer #world martial Arts Tournament #Chi-Chi #yamcha #dr gero #kami #kami db #launch db #red ribbon army

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princesshillaryellaworld25 · 1 month

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Cursed Layla Miller tries to kill Penelope

Cursed Layla Miller: Now....I'm gonna tell you for the last damn time! Surrender or i'm gonna kill Penelope right here, RIGHT NOW!

Penelope: SMG4! FOR FUCKS SAKE, SHOOT HER ALREADY!!!!!

SMG4: I....I CAN'T! WHAT IF I ACCIDENTALLY SHOOT YOU?! YOU KNOW I'M NOT GOOD AT AIMING WITH FIREARM!

Cursed Layla Miller: Pull the trigger and Penelope's dead!

SMG4: *whimpering*

Penelope: SMG4! HURRY SHOOT HER!!!

SMG4: Okay Okay! .....*to himself* I can do this! I can do this! I can do this! Please don't make me miss!

Cursed Layla Miller: TIMES UP! TIME TO DIE! , SEE YOU IN HELL, YOU PINK CHEEK BITCH*raises her knife to Penelope*

Penelope: AH!

SMG4: NO! PENNY DUCK!

Penelope: *ducks* AH!

Cursed Layla Miller: WHAT THE-

SMG4: EAT LED, YOU BITCH!!!!

*BANG*

The bullet hit Cursed Layla's head, blood was dripping down her forehead and then she fell to the ground.

SMG4: Did I shoot her?

Penelope: Yes! Yes! *hugs SMG4* You did it! You got her!

SMG4: I...I did it? Heh heh HA HA! I Did it! I got her! I got her! I got her! I did it!

Penelope: Yeah, Looks Like she's dead for sure. C'mon let's go back to the others, they're probably worried about us.

SMG4: Yeah let's go-

Cursed Layla Miller: HA! You two really thought you can kill me that easily?!

SMG4: OH SHIT! 😰

Penelope: WHAT?! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?! 😡

SMG4: Yeah! I shot you in the head! That gunshot should've kill you! 😠

Cursed Layla Miller: Doesn't matter! *hand turns into a knife blade* NOW I'M REALLY GONNA KILL THE BOTH OF YOU!!!! *charges at them*

SMG4 & Penelope: AH!

Penelope: QUICK SHOOT HER! SHOOT HER!!!

SMG4: Okay Okay! * kept Shooting cursed layla but it's not working* IT'S NOT WORKING!!!!😫

Penelope: THEN KEEP SHOOTING!!!!

SMG4 kept shooting Cursed Layla but then the gun was empty

SMG4: WHAT THE-* tries to cock the gun but it's empty* WHAT?! No no no no no no no NO!

Penelope: SMG4, WHAT HAPPENED?!

SMG4: THE GUN IS OUT OF BULLETS!!!

Penelope: WHAT?! HOW?!

SMG4: I DON'T KNOW! BUT THEY'RE ALL FINISHED!!!

Penelope: SHIT! We gotta go!

Cursed Layla Miller: Oh no you two don't! (blocks them using her giant hands)

Penelope: AH!

SMG4: OH GOD! WE'RE TRAPPED!!!

Cursed Layla had them cornered.

Cursed Layla: Heh heh, Got you two now~

SMG4: OH GOD, WE'RE DONE FOR!!!

Penelope: *hugs SMG4* IT'S OVER! WE'RE DEAD!

SMG4: WE'RE DOOMED!!!!

Cursed Layla: Now stay still while I rip both of your organs out!

SMG4 & Penelope: *whimpering*

SMG4: *shaking in fear* Welp, it was nice knowing you Penny! Goodbye Penny!😭

Penelope: *shaking in fear*Goodbye SMG4, It's nice knowing you too!!!....😭

Cursed Layla: Heheheheh, SAY BYE BYE LOSERS-

SMG4 & Penelope: *screaming*

*BANG BANG*

Everything went slient.

SMG4: Huh? W-We're alive?

Penelope: A-Are we dead yet?

SMG4: No look! *points to Cursed Layla Miller on the ground in a pool of blood then holes through her face*

Penelope: Woah! Now...that is gruesome!

SMG4: But the question is who shot her?

Sick Sky: I did *holding a gun*

Penelope: Sick Sky! You saved us!

SMG4: Wait, How did you know we were in danger?

Sick Sky: I was just on my hiking trip when I heard gunshot so I check to see what was going on and then I saw Layla miller but looking like a cursed monster about to kill you guys so I decided to pull out my rifle and shoot her with it.

SMG4: Well I guess that makes sense 😑

Sick Sky: Anyways, What are you guys doing in the middle of the woods?

SMG4: We're just looking for some firewood bring to the campsite with our friends.

Sick Sky: Ooo! A camping trip, that sounds fun!

SMG4: Well....we're on a trip for a reason.

Sick Sky: Oh? What is it?

SMG4: The reason why we're camping out is spending the night so we can continue our rescue mission tomorrow morning.

Sick Sky: Rescue Mission? Why?

SMG4: Well-

Penelope: MY GAMING BUDDY SICK BOYFRIEND AND MY NIECE/NEPHEW SHIROZU GOT KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LILA SKY AND IMMORTAL CHERRY ROSE AND HAD THEM LOCKED UP IN THE HELL CASTLE!!!!😫

SMG4: Yeah, what she said.

Sick Sky: Oh my god! Sick Boyfriend and Shirozu got kidnapped?! That's not good! I'll join you guys!

SMG4: Wait, you will?

Sick Sky: Yeah, just say I have a bone to pick with those two bitches!!!

SMG4: Oh well, okay then let's go!

Penelope: Yay! Let's go!

Sick Sky: Okay then!

#friday night funkin #fnf spongebob parodies #fnf mod #fnf headcanons #fnf au #bobsponge gf #smg4 #sick sky #layla miller #revenge arc

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 1 year

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Love Language - Damian x Emery

Part of my Dark Angel of Bullet Club series

So last week's poll winner was the ever charming, Damian Priest. Of the 40 votes I received, 35% of you wanted to see Damian x Emery, so here we are!

Kenny and Hangman were tied for 2nd place at 25% and poor Finn had 15% and I kinda done a Hangman x Emery. I might do a different one as well, that's more... unique. Kenny... his will be a series of Kenny x Emery only because I love that man so much.

There are several translations that occur in this, so I'll include the translation (provided via google) below it for your reference. There is a precursor to this, that I plan to write out when I get a chance. It's the wrestling convention I mention at the very beginning. Stay tuned for that!

Prompt used: Don’t look at me. I thought I was coming here for tacos.

Word Count: 1747

Tag List: @blxxckheart @starwithaheart @shedevil22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee

((if you want to be added to the tag list, let me know! I have 3 separate wrestling ones. NJPW, WWE and AEW))

Warnings: Fluff, romantic & charming Damian; nothing too bad really

(border by)

August 2022

“Hey, Lass. I wanted to see if you wanted to meet up for lunch. I figured we could talk some since you mentioned having questions about ring and character work.”

The text out of nowhere was odd, but it thrilled Emery to no extent. Two months prior, she had attended a wrestling convention in Atlanta with several other members of the AEW roster. Also, there were wrestlers from several Indy companies, New Japan, Impact, and WWE. It was such a fun time, allowing her to meet one of her favorites—Finn Balor.

She deeply respected the Irishman, from his in-ring work and character-building of the Demon. Emery had drawn some inspiration from it for her Dark Angel persona when she was in New Japan- and when Finn had complimented it at the convention, she was elated and shocked. So, she agreed to meet him in Jacksonville for lunch- some taco place he knew of.

They had agreed to meet around one at the address the next day, but here it was, five minutes past, and no sign of Finn. Frowning, Emery fished her phone out of her pocket and sent him a text as she walked. She should have known better, but of course, she didn’t think about it at the moment; just as she hit the send button, Emery ran straight into a firm body, which surprised her. With wide brown eyes, she looked up at the person she ran into, an apology quick on her tongue.

“I’m so sorry, I—wait… Damian?”

The tall Puerto Rican wrestler smiled down at her, seeming not even to be affected by her running into him.

“Hah, hey,” Damian chuckled, “Imagine running into you here.”

“Yeah,” Emery nodded in agreement; the air between them was filled with anxious tension, as neither knew the other well, “I was supposed to meet— Oh, one second. That’s him calling now.”

Damian gave a nod, gesturing for her to answer the call. He leaned back against the railing behind him, waiting patiently.

“Hey Finnabon--- I, eh. I mean. Uh…” Emery felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment as laughter came from the other end of the call, “I’m sorry—I just. I saw that name somewhere online years ago, and it just kinda… stuck…”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Lass. I figured callin’ ya would be easier than textin’. I hate doin’ this to ya, but I’m not feelin’ too well tis’morning.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Emery frowned, “I hope you feel better soon.”

“Thanks, lass. We’ll reschedule for anotha’ time, yeah?”

“Definitely! You focus on getting better, Finn.”

“Will do. Bye now.”

“Bye.”

Hanging up from the call, Emery pursed her lips sadly as she put her phone in her back pocket.

“Finn?” Damian questioned, looking over at her curiously.

“Yeah—he texted me yesterday. We were supposed to meet here today at one… but I guess he’s feeling under the weather?”

Damian started chuckling, lowering his head slightly as he shook it.

“What’s so funny?” Emery asked him, confused. He looked back up at her, a strange, knowing twinkle in his eyes. As he answered, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked it, giving it a nod before lowering his hands across his body.

“He called me yesterday and did the same. Said we could talk about the directions we could possibly take Judgement Day down. Just got a text from him. ‘Sorry, can’t make it. Not feeling the greatest this morning. Enjoy your day.’”

“That’s… weird,” Emery frowned, trying to figure out what was happening. Damian pushed off the railing as he put his phone away, shaking his head again at Finn’s antics. He couldn’t figure out if he should tell Emery or not but decided against it for the moment.

“Well, we’re both here…” Damian trailed off, looking at Emery thoughtfully as if trying to figure out what to do.

“Don’t look at me. I thought I was coming here for tacos,” she deadpanned, frowning at the thought of not having tacos. Thanks to Finn’s mentioning of them yesterday, that had been all she craved all day. Damian laughed out loud, his deep, rich voice booming, before reaching out a hand towards her.

“Well, let’s go get some taco’s then.”

She smiled at him before taking his hand and letting him lead her through the crowds.

Half an hour later, they had made it to a small, local taco joint and were eating outside under an umbrella.

“Mmm, these are so good,” Emery moaned as she took another bite.

“I know; it’s one of the reasons I told Finn about this place.”

Emery’s eyes went wide as she swallowed her food,” Wait- you told Finn about this place?”

“Yeah,” Damian smiled, “Why, what did he say?”

“Just that he knew of a perfect taco place,” Emery laughed, shaking her head.

“I come here at least once a month,” Damian told her, picking up a taco from his plate, “One of the best places in town.”

“I’ll have to agree- the food is amazing. Well—I guess I’ll thank you then for introducing me to it instead of Finn.”

Damian chuckled again, covering his mouth with his hand since he was still chewing. After he swallowed the bite, he told her, “Mi placer carino.” (My pleasure, sweetheart)

Emery tweaked her head to the side as she tried to figure out what he had said.

“You’re gonna have to help me here. My Spanish is terrible.”

“Por que te ayudaria? Ahora puedo decir lo que quiera y nunca lo sabrias.” (Why would I help you? Now I can say anything I want, and you’d never know.)

Emery pouted, which only caused Damian to laugh again; huffing out a breath, she glared playfully at him.

“Fine, two can play that game. Ich habe meine eigene geheimsprache.” (I have my own secret language.)

She watched as Damian leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk still on his face.

“Okay, I see you. Apuesto a que te mata no saber lo que estoy diciendo.” (I bet it kills you not knowing what I am saying.)

Squinting her eyes at him, she said, “Verdammt, du unertraglicher riese. Ein sehr hubscher… charmanter… riese…,” Realizing what she was saying, Emery leaned back in her chair, her tone lowering, “Nein, Emery nicht.” (Damn you, you insufferable giant. A very handsome… charming… giant… No, Emery don’t.)

Damian seemed to sense the shift in her behavior, because he leaned forward and placed his arms on the table, his gaze softening slightly, “Eres una mujer muy hermosa. Ojala tuviera el coraje de decirte que te quiero en mi vida.” (You are a very beautiful woman. I wish I had the courage to tell you that I want you in my life.)

Emery noticed the change in his tone, biting her bottom lip briefly before changing tactics, “Non ho idea di cosa hai appena detto, ma sembrava… dolce.” (I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded… sweet.)

She could see his eyes light up as a smile lifted the corners of his lips, “German and Italian? Impressive.”

“Thanks,” Emery blushed, looking down at the table, unable to meet his eyes, “I’m not the greatest at it, but I know enough to string together some sentences. I wish I were more fluent.”

“Hey,” Damian murmured, reaching out across the small table; his fingers gently cupped her chin, bringing her gaze up to meet his, “I think you’re pretty damn good. Inteligente, atractiva y divertida.” (Smart, attractive, and funny)

It was like the entire atmosphere around them had changed, despite them not understanding the other person’s words entirely.

“Stai… flirtando con me, Damian?” (are you… flirting with me, Damian?)

Catching a few similar phrases in her question, Damian was able to reply back with confidence, “Si, lo soy.” (Yes, I am)

A smile crossed her face, a pink tinge to her cheeks as they stared into each other’s eyes. Both were leaning across the small table, incredibly close to one another, the outside world completely forgotten, as they began toeing the line.

“Quiero besar tus labios,” Damian told her, his gaze briefly floating down to her lips before returning to her eyes. (I want to kiss your lips.)

“Allora fallo.” (Then do it.)

Damian didn’t take any more convincing to lean forward and capture Emery’s lips with his own. Despite the strength she knew that he possessed, the kiss was gentle and tender- and over all too soon. As they pulled apart, her eyes fluttered open to find him smiling warmly at her.

“I think… Finn set us up on purpose.”

“What do you mean?” Emery asked him, curious.

“Rhea told me on Raw this past week that I talk about you too much. Finn had realized it too, I guess, because he agreed with her,” Damian admitted, not the least ashamed of it, “Since I met you a few months back- I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.”

Emery would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the same way. Damian was impossible to forget, and her mind often wandered to him when she was backstage at AEW.

“Yeah?” She asked him, almost shyly.

“Yeah,” Damian nodded before leaning back and standing up. He offered Emery his hand once more, “What do you say we get out of here?”

With a smile, she stood up and laced her fingers with his. They picked up their trash and threw it in the bin on the way out as Damian reached his arm across her shoulders, keeping their hands entwined.

March 2023

It was late at night, nearing two in the morning, yet Emery could not seem to fall asleep. Her mind is wired as thoughts of everything and anything flew through her mind. The raging storm outside didn’t help any, as lightning would brighten the room in flashes and the thunder would rattle the glass in the windows of the bedroom. Exhaling a deep breath, Emery moved to get up but a strong, muscular arm wrapped around her and pulled her close. Her back gently connected to a firm chest, and then the soft breathing near her ear.

“Trate de relajarse, Princesa,” Damian mumbled, his deep voice groggy with sleep. It sent shivers down her spine, but as she listened to his steady breathing, Emery found herself growing tired and soon, drifted off to sleep. (Try to relax, princess)

#wwe #world wrestling entertainment #all elite wrestling #aew #OC #Original Female character #OC Emery #Damian Priest #OC x Damian #dark angel of the bullet club #prompt fill #Finn Balor #kitkat0723 #imagine #fanfiction

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sips-tea-cutely · 2 years

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"𝐘𝐔𝐌 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓" | TPN (Pt. 1)

"What you say to me? I can't hear a thing. Try to talk some sense to myself, but I won't listen, I'm what God made of me. No need to pretend, It's okay to disagree, we don't have to be friends"

In which the TPN cast see you eat demons. How they respond and their reactions.

(Author's note; LMAO GUESS WHO GOT INSPIRED AGAIN!! This time by the character Genya Shinazugawa from demon slayer. I know Barbara eats demon meat, but you eat it uncooked (??) but we can excuse that with the fact that your stomache can handle demon meat really well and somewhat get some of the demon's features. Like their claws, and teeth and eyes. You don't get their height though sadly. MANGA SPOILERS BTW)

Writing Style; Headcannons

Characters; Ray, Emma, Norman.

God Damn it! You can still move you body! You can still aim a bullet at the eye!- Nevermind your hopes were crushed once the demon ate the gun away.

Well, aum. You're in pretty deep trouble right now. Like really deep stuff going to happen to you.

But....You don't wanna be useless..!

And as if time stopped, you found a bare arm of the demon just poking right out.

You don't have a gun.

Quick, what can you do.?! What can you do?! You desperately searched your pockets or clothes to find any weapon to use.

None.

You used them all awhile ago.

So what did you do? ——— You bit the demon, of course. You felt a sudden rush of pain.

Looking towards your palms, the very hands your siblings loved to hold, started to turn into the sharp claws that where used to pick up latter children.

What the heck? What's wrong with me..?! You could see -- Everything. You can see where the other demons are.

This was intriguing. Who wouldn't use their advantage? Slicing the demon with your (also) said demon claws, it swiftly fell to the floor.

God, you felt so powerful and terrified of what you've become.

Ray (81194)

i think he's like, shocked wtf

understandable lmao.

he knew the demons since he was, idk a baby?

and seeing you turn into one was like

as if the entire population just wanted him to burn the world

he's immediately concerned, but kinda more brash (?) on it than the others.

"WHAT THE HELL? WHY'S Y/N LIKE- A GOD DAMN DEMON NOW?"

No one knows, no one was watching you.

Guilt immediately washes over him, like the ocean gushed and was slowly drowning him.

It's his fault, he could have kept you safe.

Once you continued slicing the demon, you poked it's eye (LMAO?)

and they had succesfully killed the demon.

i feel like he be the most worried, but he stays back for his safety.

safety was always his number one priority anyways.

And Emma was then rushing to you.

"-Y/N?! Are you okay?"

You turned to her, mouth salivating as if you were looking for a prey to eat.

it looked like you were about to consume her in one gulp.

But your cold eyes slowly turned to the (e/c) he grew to love. The claws turned back to hands he loved fondling. Your teeth grew back to your normal grin that he loved seeing.

"Woah- Haha, that was weird...Did we defeat that guy?"

And the fact you moved on as if you din't turn into a demon and almost ate emma a few moments ago.

Emma (63194)

POOR GIRL DOESNT GET IT UNTIL SOMEONE EXPLAINS

like in her head she doesnt even question the fact you have sharp teeth or like your- your claws

and the fact your saliviating at her human flesh idk

"wow! (y/n) must be really hungry!"

bestie.....................how did you get perfect scores again

"-Y/N?! Are you okay?"

hi what okay your back heyy #imbacktovegannow

when she asked norman and ray they were so

were so

dumfounded that she dint realize

"(y/n) ate demon meat"

OH THEY DID WHAT OKAY AUM NVM

bye she wasnt prepared for this

"EHHH?? WHAT??? WHY???"

"THATS THE THING IDIOT! WE DONT KNOW WHY! THEY EVEN GOT DEMON FANGS..."

"oh so thats why they had fangs!"

they dint believe she was that dumb she was even right in fornt of you when you ate the demon meat

she made sure to check up on you, and was so concerned bb she loves you :(

Norman (22194)

he wasnt focusing on you more of battle. he knew you could handle yourself

and then you screamed.

he snapped his head towards you, and he saw a part of the flesh seemingly bitten.

your mouth was foaming, and your claws were growing.

ah.

you bit a part of the demon

THE FACT HE INSTANTLY GOT IT LMAOO

he immediately went to help, like he shot the demon and was like

"bb u okay?"

nvm u were sailaviting he took a step back

he eerily watched you decapitate his head

and like the job was over

wow so fast WOW

"(Y/N), are you okay??"

you stooped saivastyang YOU STOP SALIVA-ING and you looked towards him

"im hungry"

ok bb dw he'll cook for you

#tpn x reader #the promised neverland x reader #ray x reader #ray tpn x reader #norman tpn x reader #emma tpn x reader #mod chihiro

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years

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𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊.

Summary: Where you got a panic attack while attending a lecture at University and Harry's out of reach.

Warning: Angst, ah! yes no worries you'll get fluff in the end.

P.S: 𝐖𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

Snuggled into cosy sheets, sweater paws wrapped around a cuppa, the strands of your dark hair tickling the nape of your neck and a sheepish smile of yours crawled against the rim happy while you scrolled through your Instagram feed seeing a short video of Harry singing Landslide on karaoke with his best pal at their get-together.

You and Harry were bestfriends, you met him at a vintage shop in basement where they sell old vintage tees. Despite of knowing who he was you fought with him cheekily over a same 'Pink Floyd's.' T-shirt at that time you guys decided to share it, he'd come to take it from you after every three days a week.

Two years of bestfriendship from you taking him to local south asian and chinese restaurants, to dragging him to yearly fair demanding him to win a bunny for you, to going on a competition for free pizzas only ending up loosing because you were litreally about to go sick, dancing like a maniac at the low price arcade at your university's backstreet, to him dragging you to his friends get-togethers which are quite fun they are super chill but your anxiousness is a little bitch she pops out of nowhere but Harry doesn't mind at all.

Now you're here. Being his lover for an year. He confessed his love for you when he was high on shrooms and you laughed it off tucking him to sleep at his place because he always used to say he 'loves you.' but that was in friends typa way until at the Christmas time while you were having fun for real at Jeff's house with Harry crowded by his mates that one of the Jeff's friends approached you and Oh dear lord' from even so far Harry's sight was dagger to a prey and was hot on his heels, if he would have been a cartoon character red smoke could have seen through his ears.

"Pet?" His brows kinked together as he squeezed you to a corner and he pulled at his bottom lip when your attention was on that guy waving you good-bye, "what Harry?" You asked him nonchalantly peering him through your down gaze.

It was enough to pinch his nerves and Amy one of his girl friend smirked watching the scenario when he was taking both of you to rooftop. With folded forearms you smiled with a certain mischief at the clear jealousy of him ripping through his every action, "jus' wanna protect ye', kiddo." He paced back to you sighing with a painful clench in his chest. He wanted to spill out but why the hell it was so difficult.

"Huh?" Your eyes widened like a deer under the moonlight at his obvious incoherence and he hissed pulling at his roots so you retorted calmly, "relax he was just a guy graduated in the same degree as me." You wanted him to confess his feeling out to you, at many occasions you guys joked about marrying eachother if you both fail to find your perfect partner. Like when you got all sentimental seeing Jeff's first baby at the hospital, getting a baby fever wanting one bubba right that time and Harry joked if any consequences he would help you put a baby in you and trust me nobody in the room laughed, they had deadpaned faces, they all know you guys have crossed the borderline but are playing blind.

His friends have inner jokes for you and Harry, their famous four bets on when Harry will ask you out, his first love confession to you, him proposing you and what your first born would be. Half of them lost more money than they could have imagined in a group of seven, Amy was smirking with full heart because she was praying maybe this time she'll win the bet.

"He looked like he drank 'is arse off." You rolled your eyes at his anxious quip wrapping your cardigan closer to your chest muttering under your breath and Harry's head snapped from your feet to your face, he knew it was ending point of his act "Harry he was completely sober."

He still remained firm at his ground pouting as his curled fingers brushed your elbows to bring you closer, "...but he's still a guy, ye' know.." You wanted to laugh at his face at his silly comment but instead arched your brow sternly.

"So. You aren't?" His heart-shaped lips bubbled around his words but you cut him off, "because if I remember last time you had a dick in between your legs." At this he strewned his lip inside not to chuckle how cute dirty words sounds coming out of your lips.

You frowned feeling cold when he pulled back from you turning his back to you to take a deep breath and his eyes were darker than before from frustration when he turned to face you.

"'Kay fuck. I love you, that's it. happy? I love you and don't wanna loose ye' to anyone!" You knew it coming but not like a bullet so it hit you like one freezing your breath into cold dense air, "you do?" You were at loss of words padding towards him for reassurance as if you're his little girl.

When you were inches away from him He noded without any hesitation saturating even that distance, "yes. I do. Since we've met, since you've invaded all of mind and heart." He wrapped you in his warm conforting arms humming when he snoggled his cheek against your hair.

You playfully scowled at him, "well didn't do that on purpose." Your naughtiness of that moment vanished into air when he asked you sincerely breath tasting you, "can I kiss ye' sweet girl?" Your single nod and his lips were on yours into a deep open mouthed passionate kiss, like how lovers kiss.

His cold finger-tips brushed the under shell of your earlobes earning a shuddering moan and you slipped your hands into the front pockets of his trousers.

Your own icy hands causing him to buck his hips into yours and the sensual touch made you both a whimpering mess. Tongues caressing, lips swiping, teeth nibbling and noses brushing as you kissed until your lips froze to mist.

"Cold?" You admired his after tenderness, lips magenta from heavy makeout session and he twirled a loose errand of your hair around his shiny jewl clad finger kissing your forehead and taking your hands in his bringing them closer to his lips to blow out his warmth to them.

But, there was another pair of eyes watching you astonished and somewhat gasping in awement. Amy, she came to call you guys. Then she rushed back downstairs doing a little prance and all of the people watched her in confusion.

"Ten, ten bucks each. C'mon bitches Harry said I love you to y/n!" Everyone squealed happily at her enthusiastic announcement only groaning at the end when she made a grabby hand, "I won. Now gimme my money."

Even though they all knew they acted like nothing happened respecting your guys descion of whenever you'd like to share your relationship to them, both you and Harry couldn't hold longer.

Your affection it's not new you've been affectionate to eachother since the very start, but this one have meaning and feelings, deep sensations. Hand grazes, knee touches, teasing glances, innocent bantering as if you could rip each others clothes right infront of them, closeness and quite fuck visits in their washrooms were getting obvious day by day and you ended up telling them getting showered in blessings in return.

Right now, with a shake of your head you went past through your boyfriend's antics going through Instagram stories. Your brows furrowed together in curiosity when you came through a post that had a large 'sensite content.' written on it.

This's what happens when curiously takes best of you. You end up doing things you regret time after and this's what happened to you.

"My god!" You clamped your palm over your mouth, eyes widening in horror and nerves crippling in fear. The gor video full of cruelness and blood infront of you making your body shudder.

𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡! 𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡! 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑦/𝑛!!!!

Your mind screamed at you to just move past it but your eyes remained numbed to same video and your heart's weeping for the poor women in the video but you're rigid in your sheets with the cup of tea shaking with the shudder of your fear.

Then the consciousness hit you like a train and you snapped out of it quickly shutting your phone throwing it carelessly on the sheets, putting the porcelain cup with a shivering hand onto nightstand.

You shrinked into your sheets trying to calm your breaths. Bolting shut your eyes you shrugged and shook your head many times to get rid of the same image circling in your mind like a demon trying to haunt you.

You stopped breathing without realizing arm over your forehead as you stared the ceiling, lip sucked into your mouth and talking to yourself you tried to concentrate on something else.

You're feeling it coming. It's collecting in the form of bile in your throat and when you were talking with yourself. Your stupid obnoxious brain played your voice ten times faster and it echoed inside your own fleshy bones like a broken record in the barren house of devil.

You're hating it. You inhaled an audible gasp of loud horrific breath shoting up from your sleeping position throwing your duvet to ground ready to run away, you're trying to run away from yourself from your bloody damn thoughts.

You want Harry. He knows about your anxiety and panic attacks. You had your fair amount of panic attacks in his presence, but he always managed to bring you back to him. He used to make you practice breathing patterns and techniques on how to escape from your own subspace.

The first time you got it infront of him was when everyone protested that you should stay for sometime more but it was already two in the morning and you had an exam in the next morning it was just for him that you went along, but you were kinda angry on your own self for taking risks for just a friendship. Then it came into a black pitch waves of suffocation in his car while he was driving you back home, he was unaware of your condition and practically cried when he couldn't bring you back to him.

That night he slept in your bed for the first time. He wanted to stay closer to you in any case, you were sad that you made him worried for no-reason but he shushed you with infinite forehead kisses, he whisper yelled at you full of concern if he might be suffocating you but you giggled a "no." kissing his cheeks getting cosy in his embrace eyes drooping to sleep. He used to sing lullaby to you when you were having it bad particular nights.

Now, he wasn't here and you thought of calling him many times but decided against it only being your own helper. Taking a deep breath, you sang his lullaby to yourself, not letting tears to fall and reminisced all of the lovely memories of you together. Your kisses. Your laughs. Your cuddles. Your lovemaking. Your cooking failures together.

With all of these memories you were back in your bed closing your eyes only hearing Harry's soft affectionate rasps in your ears.

In the morning you have long forgotten that even the video existed. You were surprisingly fresh walking to your university's building in long strides, greeting everyone and anyone.

Harry just woke up from his lazy slumber. Making an orange juice for himself, his head heavy and he's in no mood to look at his phone. Grabbing his journal and putting on his rings, a special copper one that you gifted him on his ring finger smiling at it like a foolish fucker and pecking it shyly remembering you.

"Heyyy. H!" When he entered studio everyone greeted him joyfully and he hugged them all handing breakfast to each one of them he bought after standing in a queue for half an hour, "how's y/n?" Sarah asked chewing her bagel sitting behind the drums and the seed of distress sprouted in his stomach that he hasn't asked his bubby if she slept good lastnight? What she had in breakfast? If her day's going well.

There's this certain instinction that's making him restless but he can't quite put a finger on it.

"She's good. Gets a lill cranky if I win form 'er at the '10 phase' uno game." He chuckled with a hint of love under his tone his previous thoughts of checking onto you again slipping from his mind.

Plugging his phone to charger he rushed back to his favourite spot quickly taking his journal and pencil to scribble something.

It's your English lecture. The day went well. But now it's not. You're zoning out knowing how boring the lecture sounds.

You stared the way you drew your pencil into unstopping circles at the corner of page and your head was a dark vacant space when the way you acted last night flashed in your mind then the reason behind it, that damn video.

The video displaying like a reel in your mind again as if you're there experiencing it with your body. You twitched, and closing your eyes you snapped your head to side several times when the cold sweat broke at the back of your neck and shudder ran down your spine.

When you snapped for the tenth time in row a hand came squeezing yours, "you okay?" You slowly looked up at the guy sitting beside you as the professor's voice billowed further from you.

You just stared him numbly, tears making your sight blurry. Your breath hitching in your lungs and you can feel it clawing at you like a demon. To avoid getting made fun of yourself you stood up leaving your things and rushed for the door, when a hand came wrapping around your wrist in a tight grip.

"Where are you going miss? This's not acceptable." Your karen professor's voice sliced through your ears and your lungs are tightening with each passing second, everything spinning around you and all you're thinking's if you'd make it alive through this dark box of suffocation.

"S-sorry...I-I have to go—" You tried to stutter in between your broken breaths and she scowled burning her grip into your wrist. Your cheeks numb as you didn't feel tears slipping down to the valley of your breasts, "tell me the reason and I'll let you." Your head fell back at that and you bolted your eyes shut as tight as possible. Then when you tried to inhale you couldn't and everyone around hooed loudly watching you in shock as you tried to escape her with weak crying attempts.

"Let me go!" You shrieked. With wide eyes she let you and you fell to ground painfully hard. It was coming. You sobbed out harshly but it went silent at the end and you bunched your shirt atop your heart when your vision went pitch black, whole body shaking and you forgot even if the oxygen existed.

It's consuming you. Everything around you moving in slow motion. Their shouts for you like a sleepy mumble and it's just Harry's lullaby melodic in the pocket of your heart but it's cold and deserted with nothing but claustrophobia shoving you brutally into darkness where nobody could hear you crying.

You act like a lioness ready to kill anybody while you're having a panic attack and when some hand came to help you. You screamed and growled swatting them away "Don't fuckin' touch me!—" even though your ears are buzzing and you gasped loudly to get some air but it's not helping. God help me, please. You prayed.

Your classmate went through your emergency phone numbers finding Harry's at the top and it ringed sitting in the other room from him.

Then he dialed another one. It was studio's landline, Harry has filled that number without your knowledge and well it helped.

"Harry?" The drums came to halt, the guitar was stopped mid shrivel and Harry's high note fell to ground when the receptionist came with a cordless phone.

"A phone for you from y/n university—" It was enough to smack his breath away and he scurried to his feet taking the phone hastily from her hold, controlling his voice to not yell at the person in his own anxiousness.

He tucked it beneath his ear taking the car keys and his phone out of instinct because when it's you he's always on alarm. What he heard from other side made his knees jello and ribs to knock in two, "fuck. Yeh. 'M comin' jus' yeah, make her breath gently....." He tried to instruct your classmate.

He cursed himself. Not giving two fucks if he broke every speed limit. His knuckles going white and he repeated a mantra of "breath baby. m' sweet sweet girl jus' breath." but he was just saying this to himself because you wasn't in his arms and he wasn't calming you, he's blaming all this on himself.

He didn't even parked his car. Striding inside the lobby and asking for you. After fifteen minutes of no breathing as you were about to hit the deep end you inhaled loudly filling your lungs with proper oxygen causing your eyes to go bloodshot and everyone sighed in relief.

Your classmate took you to University's healthcare room so someone guided Harry there. You had your knees tucked close to your chest, head resting on them to block any light as you whimpered with innocent small hiccups.

Your heart beat racing. Head hurting and chest aching from the after effect.

Harry had to get support of door's frame when his eyes fell over you. Over his Angel that was shrinked pitifully like she's scared of world crying on her own.

The sheets of stretcher rustled under his weight as he slowly and gently wrapped his arms around her, "baby..." He cooed on the verge of tears and she didn't had to look up to know he's here, his scent was enough to relax her mind.

Her parted lips moist over the crook of his neck as she sobbed into him. He tenderly rocked her, running his hand soothingly at her back, kissing her head and her nose wiping her tears "'m so sorry, my baby. my life. 'M so sorry."

You fisted his shirt, face smashed into his chest to avoid the world while embracing your own world, your Harry as he walked both of you to his car carrying your stuff too with him. He helped you sit inside the car rounding to the driver seat and he leaned to kiss your forehead, glossy eyelids and a peck to your lips never letting his concern divert from you as he drove home.

He made you comfortable into your bed, wrapping his forearms around your tummy and soothing your arms down to tranquil your heartbeats.

He knows it's hard for you to talk so he didn't tried to get words out of you. He just wants to be there for you, physically, spiritually, mentally. He's all yours.

After long hour you spoke voice barely above a whisper, "t-they all are gonna think 'm weird." Harry felt something jabbing his sides at her statement and he cradled her chin intensely looking her in eyes.

"No angel. I promise you they wouldn't. See how your classmate called me the very moment you weren't responding? They all genuinely cared for yer', y/n" He stroked the apple of her cheeks and she sighed waveringly new tears glistening at her eyelids.

"Thought I wasn't gonna see you ever again." Her words hit him like death and at that moment he realized they're more than just best friends, just lovers, they are soulmates and Harry would be devastated without her.

His music. His fashion. His cheekiness. His softness. His humbleness will all be gone because he's so dependent on her for everything.

She frowned lightly when Harry hugged her close to his heart, his cheek stuffed into the crook of her neck and when his wet lips rumbled with a sob she pulled him back from shoulders cupping his cheeks.

"Harry? Hey, bambi eyed. Baby look at me." You sniffled wiping your every tear and he refused to look at you sobbing hoarsely, squeezing you to feel you for his dear life.

"Don't say somethin' like that. I wouldn't be able to live without ye'." He muttered silent tears soaking her neck collecting at the dip of her collarbones. She played with his curls smooching his cheeks cooing at him, "'m here baby. in your arms. 'm fine, we're fine." She gave him an eskimo kiss when he finally pulled back. Eyes fluttering as she took a deep breath feeling her lungs nutritioning after so long.

"Did you forgot your promise of making me your babies momma or I've to make you remember?" She tried to light up the mood and he just chuckled kissing her lips, when he stood up she pouted making grabby hands at him.

"Hold me?" She asked innocently. Harry ducked down brushing her hair and kissing her head, "gonna run a bath for us sweet angel."

Interlacing your fingers he guided you to your bathroom. Rose candle's flame flickered a shadow onto mauve tiles as the water had pink waves, the scent is so him and it calmed your nerves down.

He undressed you with soft movements, planting a kiss to your shoulder when you were complete naked infront of him. Settling inside the porcelain tub he took your hand helping you inside, making you sit in between his legs.

Your back to his chest. Head resting on his shoulder and his breath fanning your cheeks. It's nothing sexual. Just you two relaxing your nerves.

He coiled his hands over your tummy, running his thumb in careless patterns near your belly button as the water droplets dropped from his curl atop your breasts.

Exhaustion taking over you. Your eyes drooping and you've no idea when he took you out changing you into his clothes and into bed slipping under covers with you.

"'M always gonna be there for ye', whatever it will take my soul to." His whispers caused your lips to curl in a smile and you hummed snuggling your face into his arm scooping you to him.

A/N: I know it's very excruciating for people going through this difficulty, we don't have Harry physically in our lives but he has helped us alot. I feel you and I believe you. It's okay after every hardship there's a moment of happiness personally created for you. All the love!

#harry styles #cute harry #harry styles blurb #fluff #harry smut #harry angst #hsh #angst with a happy ending #dom harry #harry styles smut #harry x reader #hs fanfic

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amor-immortalem · 3 years

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Everything Undesired Epilogue

chapter 12

It’s been fifteen years to the day since Cyrus disappeared without a trace. He and Arella had long since graduated from RAD alongside his brothers. They had gotten married and have three children together now. Mammon remembers back to when they told Cyrus he would be a big brother- how excited he had been to not be the only child in a house full of adults. Now his son would never have that experience and it was all Mammon’s fault so it’s here in the room he and Arella had saved for Cyrus that he sits.

Surrounded by everything that reminds him of the child he’d lost, the Avatar of Greed flips through a photo album that Levi had made in honor of the little one, eyes wet with fresh tears. This room stays locked for the entire year except for today. The twins know they’re not allowed in here, even if they don’t exactly know why and his youngest is too young to even care about the door that’s always locked. They never told their children about their older brother- it was far too painful for both him and Arella, neither of them having accepted that their son was really gone forever.

In the aftermath of losing his heir, Mammon had become extremely over-protective of the twins and Mahlon. He would never allow this to happen again- he might actually die from a broken heart if he were to lose another child due to his carelessness.

“I wish I knew where ya were...” his voice catches in his throat. “I know you’re alive- that you’re out there... somewhere... I can feel it.”

And that was the sad truth of it all. As the years went on, he’d watched carefully over his only daughter, Azalea. If Cyrus was truly gone, it would be her that would inherit his title and throne. But she never developed all the abilities necessary to be Mammon’s successor. With every year that passed without the development of those powers, the demon only became more certain that his oldest was still alive.

For as overjoyed as he would be for Cyrus to return, he knew it would only cause friction in their little family. Azalea had gone her entire life thinking she was meant to be her father’s successor. She always took pride in it and Mammon now feared that the revelation that she was never meant to be would destroy his daughter’s world. Another thing that was his fault. She had assumed all this because he and Arella couldn’t find a way to break it to her.

Things were already tense between them after the birth of her youngest brother. She had pulled away from them in fear that she was being replaced and they didn’t want to lose her completely now. Azalea was considered a trouble maker to anyone who didn’t know the real her, often getting herself into more fights than anyone could count. If they told their daughter the truth now, she would think they were taking the position away from her and giving it to one of her brothers as punishment. Mammon and Arella were still trying to convince her that she wasn’t being replaced- that they still loved her regardless of all the trouble she gets into on a regular basis but it hadn’t been working.

And it was now, Mammon realized all the mistakes he’d made in not biting the bullet in talking about Cyrus. The white-haired demon resolves to tell them today when they come home for dinner as they did every Friday night since they’d moved into the House of Lamentation after they had gone off to RAD. He wondered how they would take the news. Would it be shock? Anger? It had to be now or never.

As the front door opened, Mammon perked up. He could hear the twins whispering amongst themselves, neither wanting to risk waking their little brother and then there was a soft gasp from the both of them.

“Zay, the door to that room’s open,” it’s Aurelius’ voice that sounds first.

“Mum and Dad don’t want us seein’ what’s in there so we should prolly jus’ avoid it. There’s a reason it’s always locked...”

He was about to call them into the room when his D.D.D. rang. It was a call from Lucifer so he answered.

“You need to come to the House of Lamentation as soon as you can.” and then the call cut off- not even a good bye which only served to worry the Avatar of Greed.

Mammon’s first fear was that something had happened to his wife on her return trip from the mortal world. He hoped it wasn’t that. As he got up, he left the door to Cyrus’ room open.

“Hey, I have to go to the House of Lamentation really quick, can ya stay with your brother, please?” The demon knows he should have waited for a response from the teenagers but this was an emergency in his mind. He needed to be quick.

Azalea and Aurelius only exchanged a confused look before Azalea called after their father. “Wait, I wanna go too!” And off she ran after him.

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“Damn, at least slow down, Old Man!” She shouts although she doubted he could actually hear her with the wind in his ears. Azalea was having a hell of a time keeping up with Mammon as she hopped from roof top to roof top, having to transform into her demon form to even have a chance at keeping up with her father. She really wishes she was born with wings as like her twin.

As the pair reached the doors of the House of Lamentation, Azalea tries to catch her breath and as Mammon pushes open the doors open, their breaths catch in the throats at the sight before them. There, sitting on the floor having Arella using healing magic to tend to the nasty cut on his cheek, was Cyrus.

The Avatar of Greed rushes forward quickly, a million thoughts racing through his mind as he embraced his son in a tight hug. He doesn’t even know where to start with his words, he was so relieved to see Cyrus safe and mostly unharmed as he pulled back to inspect him.

He’s mostly unchanged but his white hair had grown out a considerable length, tipped with black indicating that it had been dyed at some point and as expected he had grown- nearly as tall as his father now.

“What happened to you?” Mammon’s voice is soft, “Do ya know how worried we were? Where did you go?”

Cyrus couldn’t answer. Instead, he just wrapped his parents in a tight hug as he cried and cried. He just buried his face in their shoulders as they rubbed his back.

“Shhhh, it’s okay, Baby.” Arella said as she held back tears. “It’s okay. You’re home now. You’re safe now.”

Azalea just stood in the doorway as she watched her parents. She didn’t know what to think. It felt like her whole world was crashing down around her. Who was this person her parents were fussing over? When it finally clicked in her mind that she had an older brother- that she wasn’t her father’s heir- she sank to her knees. Great, she thought, yet another person to compete against for Mum and Dad’s love.

“Azalea?” Lucifer's voice called as he knelt next to her. “Are you alright?” He can tell something’s not right with the girl.

“I....” she turns her head, “I.... I don’t know. I... Why didn’t they tell us about him?”

“When you lose someone you love, sometimes it can be very hard to talk about them. Especially when you can’t accept that they were lost.” The Avatar of Pride stands his niece up, letting her hold onto him for support- for grounding. “Your parents have wanted to tell you for some time, but they just couldn’t bring themselves to. They didn’t mean to deceive you.”

Even with her uncle’s words, Azalea was still unsure. She just wants to escape right now, feeling like she was suffocating. “I... I think I’m gonna hang out in my room right now. I need some space.” With that she dashes up the stairs, an action not unnoticed by her parents.

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“Azalea, can we talk?” Arella opens the door to her daughter’s room- the one that had once been her husband’s.

“Yeah,” The girl says softly as she thumbs through a book absentmindedly.

Arella takes a seat next to her daughter as she opens her arms for her, a little relieved when the half-demon takes the invitation, the book discarded to the side as she buried her face in her mother’s chest.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me that I wasn’t....”

“We weren’t sure how- at least with you, my little flower.” She runs her hands through her daughter’s hair. “We didn’t want you to think we were punishing you in the worst way possible...”

“So what happens next for me? What’s my purpose now?”

“I’m afraid that’s something you have to discover on your own. You’ll find it one day, but you’re free now from the weight that your father’s title brings. You can be whatever you want.”

“Do you and Dad still love me? Am I good enough...?”

“Of course we do. We will always love you, princess. You are enough for us so don’t worry, okay?” She presses a kiss to the top of Azalea’s head. “We’re heading home now, okay? It's time for dinner and we can’t leave your brothers waiting.”

Azalea nods as she rises from the couch and they head out to meet Mammon and Cyrus. As the four of them walk home, everything feels right once more. With Cyrus back, their family finally feels complete.

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And so the story has a happy ending. I could possibly do another fic all bout how Azalea copes with not being Mammon’s successor anymore but I haven’t decided yet. I’m going to write a tumblr exclusive fic for Aurelius first instead of a comic before I do any of that though.

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#obey me angst #mammon angst #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date?#obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me oc #arella #azalea #cyrus

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i-call-me-clarence · 3 years

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Life’s a Cemetery (Dig It)

Kevin and Jack get their hands dirty on grave duty.

Rated G

Suptober Day 6: Cemetery Boys

Fic below the cut

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“You sure you’re good?” Dean asks for the third time.

“Kevin is here, and if anything happens we have angel blades and silver bullets,” Jack answers, making a little wave motion at Kevin who’s silently asking him how much longer he’s going to be on the phone. Kevin rolls his eyes and goes back to leaning on his shovel, refusing to start digging until Jack joins him. Jack doesn’t want to keep him waiting any longer, “Dean, I’m sorry, but I have to--”

“And you’ve got the iron poker, right? And the holy water?”

“We still have everything in the pack you left us.”

“But did you double-check? A real hunter always double checks, triple even--”

Before Jack can respond Kevin is taking the phone from Jack’s hands, “Believe it or not the ex-god and current prophet know what they’re doing. Bye.” and he hangs up the phone.

Jack gives Kevin an apologetic shrug of his mouth as Kevin hands back the phone, slapping it into Jack’s hand. “He’s protective.”

“He’s turned into a helicopter parent. If I wanted that I’d just go back home.”

“But that would put your mother at risk.” Jack tilts his head in confusion.

Kevin rolls his eyes and tosses Jack a shovel, “Come on. Let’s get this done before the sun goes down.”

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Three hours after sunset and they’re still digging. Jack started feeling lightheaded thirty minutes ago, and it’s gotten to the point where he needs to sit down.

“I’m sorry, I have to--” Jack ends up thunking down on his butt before he can finish.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kevin asks warily, stopping his digging and leaning against his shovel, “Is the talisman wearing off or something?”

“I--I don’t have a talisman,” Jack’s body is shaking and he’s starting to feel nauseous. Perhaps he should have listened to his body hours ago when it screamed at him to rest. But Kevin had kept going and he’d said he wouldn’t dig alone so…

“You don’t have an energy talisman?!” Kevin gaps at him and drops his shovel, “Are you kidding me?! You do realize you’re basically human now?”

How could Jack forget? Being human was so difficult that it was impossible not to be reminded of it constantly. Even when he slept. He didn’t use to sleep as a Nephilim...or as God. But Amara’s taking care of that now. Letting Jack have a ‘normal childhood’ as she’d said. Something she was envious of and didn’t want Jack to miss. ‘Even Chuck let himself have one. After he invented the concept.’ when she’d told him that it was clear she was hiding a deep sadness. Jack had decided after his childhood was over, he’d take over as God again so she could have one too.

“How are you even standing?!”

“I’m...not.”

Kevin looks at Jack, taking notice of the way he was starting to sway a little. Before cursing and getting down on his knees next to Jack.

He grabs a hold of both sides of the necklace his talisman was supposedly attached to, “I’m going to regret this,” Kevin groans, before taking off the necklace and holding it out to Jack. A green light pulses from Kevin’s chest, swirling around his arm, before being sucked into the little medallion hanging from the golden chain in Kevin’s outstretched hand.

Jack quickly takes the necklace, seeing the sudden strain in Kevin. As soon as he has it, Kevin lays back with a dull thud as his body hits the earth.

“Oh my god,” he gasps, suddenly breathing very heavily. “Worst part about that talisman,” he pants, “After you take it off, you feel every bit of exertion. All at once. Oh, I’m gonna die.”

Jack puts on the talisman and instantly feels better. Better than he’d felt since turning human. He wonders what would happen if you kept the necklace on all the time--

“And if you’re tingling from the charm and wondering ‘why can’t I wear this all the time,’” Kevin says in a deep mocking voice that sounded suspiciously like Dean, “Just look at me after five hours. Imagine a week, or even just a whole day.”

“It kills you?”

“It kills you.”

“I can finish this alone.”

“Yeah, but first,” Kevin tried to sit up, grunting in pain, “Help me out of this damn hole.”

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It had been an hour since Jack started digging by himself, making a grand total of eight hours. Just a constant monotony of stab scrape shovel. At least Jack felt pretty good with this talisman, and at least they were almost done.

Stab, scrape, shovel. Stab scrape shovel. Stab--THUD!

Jack gasps in surprise, and Kevin leans over the opening of the hole to look down at Jack equally surprised, and elated.

“Oh my god,” he laughs, falling back on the grass, “We finally did it,” Jack hears him say. And then he groans, “But now I have to move.”

“If I were still God I could read this. Or create new eyes that could,” Jack notes, scrapes the remaining dirt off the coffin with his hands.

“If you were still God we probably wouldn’t even need this spell. And if we did, you could just teleport the tome out without all this bullshit.”

A reneged sector of angels, lead by the angel Inias, had decided to declare war on all remaining prophets. They thought they could use them to find a way to spy on Amara and overthrow her from, well, Goddesshood. This was the grave of a prophet, and inside was a tome they were buried with that held a spell to make prophets invisible to angels and demons. Probably how she lived long enough to die of old age. At first Jack had been sad, thinking this would mean he wouldn’t get to see Kevin anymore. But Sam said he was pretty sure that he could rework the spell so any angels or demons that gave of their blood in the ceremony would be able to still see prophets.

Jack hopes so.

Kevin leans his head over the grave again, wincing. “Wow, now that you’ve uncovered it, those sigils are really bright.”

Jack agrees, though what seemed like blue glowing sigils to them wouldn’t appear at all to normal humans.

Jack opens his mouth to say so but is cut off by his phone ringing in his pocket.

“Is that Dean again?” Kevin asks tersely.

Jack checks the caller ID and nods.

“Hand it here,” Kevin says, lunging his arm forward and down.

Jack hands over the phone and Kevin rolls back over with it, out of sight.

“Dean?” Jack hears him say. “Bring burgers and water.” A pause where Kevin must have been about to hang up because he says, “Oh, and get your asses over here.” and Jack hears a beep from the call ending.

“Here you go,” Kevin dangles his arm over into the grave, phone in hand.

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They eat inside the impala--Kevin mostly chugs water at first--with the engine idling and cabin lights on. Kevin and Jack are both filthy, but Dean doesn’t mind. ‘Part of bein’ a Hunter’ he’d said. Back in the old times, Cas or Jack would clean everybody up. But seeing as they were both human now, he and Kevin were doomed to be dirt-covered.

“How did it go?” Castiel asks from the front seat, mouth half full of burger, “You didn’t run into any problems?” Castiel had been wearing his regular suit before he’d left but was now wearing a space cats hoodie he’d gotten for himself when he took Jack to Hot Topic. He must have brought it with him in the car.

Kevin stops chugging water to answer, “No ghouls, no cops, no cemetery keepers or grieving loved ones, though that last one would be unlikely seeing as she was buried three hundred years ago. Where’s my burger?”

“Got you four,” Dean grins and waggles his eyebrows.

“I may just be able to eat that many.”

“Yeah and I’ll finish whatever you don’t. That goes for everybody.” Dean continues.

“Didn’t you just get back from a dinner date?” Kevin asks suspiciously, “Actually, if you didn’t, don’t answer, I don’t wanna know.”

“We did just get back from dinner…” Cas starts slowly. “It was, uh...fancy.”

“Too fancy,” Dean grumbles.

“Ah. Small portion sizes.” Kevin nods, but then pauses, “Aren’t you supposed to have fifteen courses or something?”

“Yeah well, we got a call three courses in to deliver some emergency burgers.” Dean shrugs, “Prefer the burgers anyway.”

“Jack, are you wearing an amulet?”

Jack jerks as he realizes he forgot to take it off, “Uh oh,” he says, setting down his burger. “I think I’ve made a mistake.”

“What’s happening?” Dean asks looking around the cabin, panicked.

“Jack left an energy talisman on too long.” Cas sighs, looking sorry.

“Ohoho buddy,” Dean says into the air, smiling but also looking kind of sorry too, and even more so when he meets Jack’s eyes. He pauses. “Yeah bud, uh, that’s gonna be a bitch to take off.” He frowns.

Jack grabs the golden chain--

“Woah, man, what are you doing?” Kevin gasps after having grabbed Jack’s arm and stopping him from taking off the talisman.

“Will it kill me?” Jack asks everybody, suddenly nervous.

“Well, no,” Dean begins, winces, “It’s just gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“Then shouldn’t I get it over with?” Jack asks, confused.

“You might pass out,” Castiel warns gently.

“You’re probably gonna wanna go with the passing out,” Kevin says, putting a bracing arm on Jack’s shoulder “It’ll suck less.”

Kevin nods at him and Jack takes that as a sign it’s time to take the talisman off. He lifts the chain up and off, and then something strange happens.

A green light swirls from both Jack and Kevin’s chests and swirls into the amulet.

Both of them double over.

“Woah! You kids alright?” Dean asks, lunging a hand over the backseat to touch Jack’s back, as Castiel quickly spins out of the car and back in at Kevin’s door, holding him up, checking his eyes and tongue, he goes to stick his finger in Kevin’s ear to take his temperature before remembering he can’t do that anymore.

“Kevin? Are you okay? Jack! Jack, are you okay?” Castiel asks urgently.

“Goddammit,” Kevin sighs, “Twice in one night, oh man I’m really gonna die.” then he looks at Castiel before reassuring, “Really, it wasn’t that bad.” Kevin turns to Jack, “How do you feel?”

“...Not that bad,” he answers truthfully.

“Hot damn.” Dean is smiling, leaning back into his seat, “Well now we know that’s a thing!”

“It could potentially save lives,” Castiel agreed. “I’ll have Sam tell the other hunters...though this may just be a situational occurrence between a prophet and a Nephilim. Who knows really.”

“It was still pretty cool,” Dean defends.

Castiel gets back into the car.

“And I’m not denying that. Why do you always jump to conclusions?”

“What are you talking about ‘always?’” Dean grunts back and starts up the car, pulling out of the cemetery parking lot.

Kevin and Jack tune Dean and Cas out.

“That was pretty cool,” Kevin says.

“Yeah,” Jack frowns, looking at his friend. “We’re going to perform the ceremony when we get back.” This may be one of the last times he ever sees or hears him again.

Kevin puts a hand on Jack’s shoulder, “It’s going to be okay. Even if we have to do it by proxy for a little while, I won’t stop being your friend. Okay?”

Jack smiled, putting a hand on Kevin’s shoulder too, which may have been weird or awkward but seemed like the thing to do.

Kevin smiles at Jack before patting his shoulder and saying “I’m going to pass out now.”

Jack nods and Kevin immediately drops his head back onto his seat and starts snoring.

Jack leans back in his own seat, feeling exhausted as well. Dean and Cas have stopped arguing and put the radio on low, laughing at j=okes here and there as they talk softly.

The running engine and metronome light of street lamps going by, and the familiar classic rock playing all seemed to be in some sort of competition with who could lull Jack to sleep first. The sound of the impala won.

The End

#suptober21 #spn fic #kevin tran and jack kline #suptober day 6

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shadowtarot · 2 years

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Shad Plays SMTV Footnote 6: UM OKAY?

I’m gonna barf out the story stuff really fast in a few quick bullet points bc this is the part of the game where lore dumps happen, none of this will be in order. -Japan defected from Bethel

-PM is a demon

-Our partner is his brother

-Bethel broke up

-Everyone wants Aoi dead

-TAO IS ALIVE SORTA, AND SHE’S A PARTY MEMBER

-Zeus looks hella cool

-OH YEAH WE GOTTA FIGHT EVERYONE

-Dazai is Abel’s knowledge!

-TOKYO IS GONA GO BYE BYE

-GOD IS DEAD ACCEPT IT

I think that covers the gist of it. Now onto me actually playing the game.

Well there was a boss fight with Abdel which was...easy really. After meeting Tao again we go off to get the keys to the throne. But each of the former members of Bethel hold them and uh...yeah they’re all level 74! So it’s time for GRINDING!

My first move is to mark all of the map, as I want to be able to see where I’m going. Sadly the first node I went to was...a stupid one. How is it stupid? Well it’s being guarded by demons from Mintato aka the first area. Ha ha ha, that’s cute I say as I’m prepared to tear through them. Level 99.

Yeah, it’s stupid. So the way you win is by being smart. Kill Pixie first, and try to confuse her! She’ll hit Slime who resists physical attacks which loses the whole opposing party a few moves. She’s weak to dark, keep dark gems on hand or DIG for Type 10 for your Nahobino. Once Pixe dies, target Slime next. Slime is weak to a lot of things but Electric is a good choice to have. Still have Ruinous Thunder? USE IT. Tao’s healing spell is important, use it even if you’ve only been hit once. Those stat buffs will save you. Once Slime is killed, go for the green flying demon (name escapes me). It’s weak to ice. Once he’s gone the final one left is weak to bless, which you should have on Tao. So uh, yeah.

AOE attacks help, but keep in mind that since Slime resists physical attacks it’ll ruin your moves. Okay, tip portion done. Let’s talk about a more exciting quest! Fionn’s Resolve. Normally I don’t name quests by name in these summaries but this one’s special. Basically he’s looking for a king to serve and pretty much says that Aoi has the makings, but he wants him to be tested. So the Nahobino fights Fionn mac Cumhail. He even licks his thumb to be at full power! (It makes sense if you know your mythology). So me being me, I licked my own thumb before I started the fight, uh...IRL. And wow the fight was kinda easy? Like it’s the same as the required fight except he’s a higher level and he hits harder, but other than that? Nah you don’t need tips from me for this. AND WELL HE JOINS YOU. Unlike Tao though, you can fuse Fionn so you can fuse away the guy you met in the story. BUT HE’S LEVEL 71 RIGHT OFF THE BAT IM NOT LEAVING HIM HE’S A PERMA MEMBER. I could have probably done the quest to help with the Abcess fight but oh well. Along the way to clear a second Abcess, I triggered a scene with Dazai. I’m now afraid of him. And I’m prolly gona have to kill him. Joy...

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drazzilder · 3 years

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A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder

Chapter 15: Anger

Today is the first day that you’re on your own as a hero. It’s sort of a trail period so you can get your bearings. What makes it even more stressful is that Enji is going to be home today. You’re ok with this because you want to prove your worth. He knows you’re going to do your best which makes you feel better. Right as you are about to leave for work, Enji grabs you and pulls you in for a quick kiss.

“Please be safe today.”

“We always are safe, right Zaheer.”

“I wouldn’t say always…”

“You’re not helping… but we will be ok.”

“You better be, today is Valentine’s Day and I want you home for dinner I sent the kids away today so we will be alone.”

“Oh…then I’ll make sure to get home safely.” You say as you kiss him goodbye.

You’re on your way to work when you get a phone call from Sanji. “Mr. Hellboy, you need to hurry up and get to Tokyo Station right away. Don’t worry about checking in at the agency, I’ll handle it.”

“Um…ok, I’m on my way.”

You rush to the station and find the bullet train on fire with people inside. You quickly teleport inside and find everyone who is trapped and teleport them to safety. The final woman is scared in the corner. She is trying to use her phone for something but then you realize it’s a translator. She isn’t speaking Japanese; it takes you a moment to realize it is Icelandic.

“It’s ok. I’ll save you, just give me your hand.”

“Please save me.”

You teleport her to safety and ask if she is ok. The media is recording as you were talking to the woman. The anchorwoman comes over and starts to interview you.

“What were you saying to the woman there, it wasn’t Japanese.”

“That was Icelandic.”

“How many languages can you speak? We have heard 3 so far.”

“As a demon, I can speak every language in order to influence anyone I want.”

“Is that the demon who lives inside of you.”

“Yes, don’t worry, he’s a good guy.”

“I would never hurt anyone; I find it appalling.”

“You heard it here first, Hellboy can speak any language.”

That is when you get another phone call: “Hellboy, there is trouble in Fukui prefecture.”

“Well, I’m off, time to save more people. Stay safe.”

You teleport away and you’re off to your next mission. You have a feeling it is going to be that kind of day. From saving people from burning buildings to stopping a hostage situation, you are all over Japan. Because you can teleport, you get called all over the place. You appear in the news over and over again and it’s great that your able to prove your worth. At home, Enji is watching all of this unfold and he worries you are over exerting yourself. He knows you want to do your best but you do have a tendency to overdo it. The whole morning is crammed full of hero work when you finally get a chance to have a break when you go to eat. You open your locker and you find your locker empty. You know you had your bag when you left home, at least you thought you did. You’re about to scream in anger but your phone rings.

“What now, Sanji?” You say in an exhausted tone.

“Hello, Hellboy.”

“Oh! Enji, sorry it’s been a busy day and the last thing I want right now is another call from Sanji.”

“I know, I have been watching the news. When were you going to tell me that you could speak different languages?”

“Honestly, I forget we can do that, it rarely comes in handy.”

“Very well. But to the point, do you want me to come in today? I don’t want you to overdo it.”

“It’s your day off, enjoy it and don’t worry about me. Also, I will pick up some ingredients for tonight to cook dinner, I found a new recipe I wanted to try.”

“You don’t have to do that, you going to be tired by the time you get home.”

“I’ll be fine, wait hold on, I got a call coming in.” *click* “Hello?”

“We got a robbery at the Tokyo department store.”

“I’ll be there in a sec.” *click* “I got to go Enji. Love you.”

“Bye (Y/N).”

Enji was all worried about you working too hard and yet you still wanted to do something nice for him. He couldn’t accept that. He has seen you cook on more than one occasion and you always make it look effortless, it couldn’t be that hard. He quickly looked up some of your favorite foods and printed a few recipes and went out to get ingredients. Everything was going great until he got back home. When he was living alone before you came back, he was just eating out or prepackaged foods the entire time. Never having cooked himself, he started with rice. He tried to follow the instructions on the bag. It started out good but he got distracted with the chicken and burned the rice so bad it turned black. He thought it would just try again after getting the chicken cooked. Somehow, he managed to make the chicken as hard as a rock but he didn’t burn it. The pan though didn’t make it unscathed and was covered in a thick layer of burned flour. He suddenly sees the oven is smoking and he opens the door. Smoke comes billowing out and the smoke detectors are going off throughout the whole house. Everything is a disaster. Enji just hopes he can clean up before you get home but then a blue flash appears.

“Shit!” He thought.

“Enji I’m home…. what is happening!”

“I…uh….my….”

“Just move.” You drop the bags you were holding and push Enji aside. It takes a minute but you manage to stop the fire in the oven.

“I told you I was going to cook when I got home!” You say holding the burnt oven pan.

“I just wanted to surprise you. I tried cooking but….”

“I told you I would take care of it. Why didn’t you listen to me?” Your voice begins to rise as your emotions start to heat up.

“Why are you yelling at me? I just wanted to make Valentine’s Day special!”

“And now I have to clean this whole mess!” You say slamming the pan into the sink. “How did you burn rice? You put it in the rice cooker!” You say pointing to the machine Enji never noticed before.

“How am I supposed to know that thing cooked rice?!”

“IT SAYS RICE COOKER RIGHT ON IT AND YOU BOUGHT IT, YOU SHOULD KNOW!”

“I’M TOO BUSY TO REMEMBER ALL OF THAT!”

“THAT’S YOUR EXCUSE FOR EVERYTHING!”

“WHEN YOU’RE THE NUMBER 2 HERO, YOU TELL ME HOW MUCH FREE TIME YOU HAVE!!”

“DON’T FORGET THAT I’M A HERO TOO AND I HAVE A DEMON INSIDE OF ME THAT I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF! IM BUSY ALL THE TIME AND I STILL FIND TIME TO MAKE YOUR FAVORITE MEAL!” You grab the bag and start pulling out ingredients.

“WHAT?!”

“I WAS PLANING THIS FOR DAYS, I MADE TIME TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN! SEE!”

Enji takes the ingredients from you and knows that they are for his favorite food, kuzumochi. You two stay silent for a moment while standing in the kitchen. Both of your faces are red with anger but you manage to calm down a little bit before you speak again.

“Just…. leave the kitchen…. I’ll clean up and cook dinner.” You say sounding defeated.

“Fine!”

Enji goes to the other room literally steaming at this point. He is angry that you got mad at him trying to make your day better. But when he thinks about it more, all he did was make it worse. You came home to a house almost on fire and now you’re cleaning it up by yourself. He can’t believe that after the day you had, you still wanted to cook his favorite dish. Enji knows his temper can be short but sometimes he forgets that you can emotional too. His heart begins to sink as he hears you cleaning and cooking. He just sits down on the couch, silently listening. You call him to the kitchen and you both eat in deafening silence. Once you finish, you get up.

“Just wash the dishes. I’m going to shower and I’ll be sleeping in my old room tonight. Goodnight.”

If Enji’s heart sunk before, it now fell to the floor after hearing that. He upset you so much that you didn’t want to sleep with him. He just cleans the dishes quietly and waits for you to go to bed. He tries to go to his bed for the night but he looks at himself in the mirror. That man is in the mirror again, a man who is selfish to the point of ignorance. He punches the mirror in anger, in a futile effort to kill that man. The mirror shatters into a cascade of shards and his hand starts to bleed from the broken glass. After he bandages his hand, he goes to bed. He tries to sleep for about an hour when his emotions come to a boil. He gets up and goes to your room and finds you trying to sleep, but sees a few tears running down your face. Kneeling down next to you, he gently places a hand to your face. You open your eyes to a crying Enji and it breaks your heart.

“I’m sorry Enji, I just was so tired and seeing the mess you made just broke me. The last thing I wanted to do was clean after the day I had. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that.” You say starting to cry.

Enji now is crying harder than you. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to surprise you but if I listened tonight would have been fine. I got selfish in my desire to surprise you and look what happened. I hurt you and made things worse.”

You shift on the bed so Enji can join you as you both start crying in each other’s arms; Enji resting his head on yours as you use his chest as a cover for your sobs.

“(Y/N), do you still love me?” He asks with a few tears in his eyes.

“You know I do. It was just a moment of weakness. It is part of love. We want to be there for the best moments but need to be there for the worst. It was only a matter of time before we fought.”

“I’m just doubting myself right now, I don’t want to hurt you. I feel like I don’t deserve you.”

“Of course you deserve me. You love me, don’t you? And I love you. You know we are not perfect; we make mistakes.”

“I know but I just don’t know what I did for you to stay this long. Sometimes I fear that you will leave me one day and the kids will leave me and I’ll be alone again.”

“Enji… I know what it’s like to be alone. I would never wish that on anyone. As long as I am alive, I will never leave you. You have nothing to fear.”

“I’m sorry for doubting you…I forget how strong your will is sometimes.”

“That’s ok, I forget how short your temper can be. Let’s just talk about today. I appreciate that you wanted to do something special for me but please let me teach you how to cook first.”

“I need to listen more; I know I was trying to do something nice but I need to think about how it might affect you.”

The both of you just lay there, calming each other through touch. As you are hugging Enji, you sense something is still wrong. He is still so tense and the heat coming from him hasn’t died down at all. “Is there still something wrong, Enji? Wait, your hand. What happened to your hand?” You say as you finally feel the bandages against your back.

“I punched the mirror.”

“Please don’t tell me...”

“I saw him in the mirror again.”

“Enji, look at me.” You pull back to look him right in the eyes. “Please don’t go down that road. You have come too far to go there again. Come on, let me show you something.”

You both get up and you walk to the guest bath. Enji doesn’t want to go but you coax him in and you both look in the mirror. He sees you; your eyes are still full of tears and sadness. He then turns toward himself, fearing what he might see. When he opens his eyes, he sees a man with tears on his face and sorrow in his eyes. The man he hates would never be sad, let alone cry. When he looks back at you, you are smiling through your tears and he starts crying again.

“I don’t see him this time. I just see myself. That man would never cry over anything. He was only full of anger and resentment.”

“I know you make some mistakes but remember how far you have come. You are not that man in the past.” You say holding his face in your hands.

“I don’t want to be him; I just want to be me. I want to be a good father, a good partner, to make all of you happy.” Enji says as he starts holding you.

“I know you can be those things. It just time but I know you are heading in the right direction. Now let’s calm down and get to bed.”

You both go to bed and talk a little more, making sure that both of you are ok. Enji is still a little wound up but you manage to bring him down. After a little bit of time, you both manage to fall asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Next Chapter

#A Hellish Encounter #endeavor x male reader #endeavor #endeavor fluff #enji todoroki #enji x reader #enji x y/n #endeavor mha #endeavor stan #my hero academia enji

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smells-like-ink-and-fire · 4 years

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Innocence died screaming, honey I should know

Here’s the thing: For all his talk of Gotham being a life-sucking, happiness draining shithole, leaving it had never been truly an option on Jason’s mind. It was his shithole of a city goddammit, the grim dirt streets he would die on. It was his home, the blood on his veins. This city had its claws deep into him, and leaving, especially leaving never to return, had been simply impossible, did not compute to him.

Especially now, that Jason was getting along better with the Bats these days. He still didn’t, and never would agree with Bruce regarding his no-killing rule. But things were better, or at least he thought they were. His presence was expected and even accepted. There were some awkwardness and silent nobody knew how to fill, but there were also jokes and eating junk food together after patrol. Sure, there were a lot of snippy comments but he made those too, gave as good as he got, and Bruce still didn’t quite trust him, not to the extent he did with the other, though that was just a given, he had made peace with it, he still killed, after all, a little suspicion was an acceptable price to pay for it.

Self-righteous, holier than thou bat.

Still, there was an uneasiness on his chest whenever the pointed looks got too much when they would start questioning his actions and his plans like he hadn’t been trained by the world's greatest detective like the rest of them and League of Shadows on top of that. Forgetting that Jason had effectively taken control of the East End in less than two months, and without any of them noticing.

The good parts didn’t lessen the rage-hurt out when Barbara sneered at him, acting like he couldn’t be trusted in the field, like the fact he had issues, that he cared about the victims because he had been one made him incapable of being rational, turned him into something that was eternally compromised. Like he was a mindless raging monster, who would shoot to kill at mere provocation.

He had been, once, fresh out of those green waters, traumatized, angry, afraid, and replaced. He had been a child, too, didn’t that count for something?

Their veiled accusations of insanity, that he had a problem, that needed to be handled like he was a fucking dog, the angry gremlin claims that he was unhinged and the only reason that they kept him around was to keep an eye on him, it all made Jason feel queasy, made him feel less than human.

It made him wonder how truly welcome he was. Was he welcome or they were just trying to appease their guilt and keep a loose cannon from the streets?

But there were undoubtedly good things too. Moments that made it worth it. His relationship with Steph and Duke, and surprisingly, Replacement was getting better, even though the first two were not around as much as he would like. The nights they had spent chewing off some of the undoubtedly brilliant but assholes teachers while demolishing mountains of homework had been fun, and Replacement-Tim was quite a sass master, now only if he could convince the kid to take a step back from WE so that he wouldn’t have a heart attack before he could drink legally.

Replacement, however, was why he was here. Here being diner on the border of the Bowery and Robinsonville, The Raging Duck, a new place that Golden Boy wanted to try, make a family bonding experience out of it, Jason was sure. Replacement had twisted his way around with words in a shape that made it impossible for him not to come. His saving grace was that Jason had already made clear that he couldn’t stay long, under the pretext of having to verify that month payments collection from the Bowery.

Which was goddammed good thing because this whole outing had been a mistake. The last couple weeks had been rough, with the stress of studying and writing applications for his master degree, the couple of murders that almost led to a gang war between the Falcone and the Russians, plus a decoy staged by the Riddler, as his newest scape plan, that had taken too long to crack leading to an accident that had killed three people and would have killed a lot more if Jason hadn’t said fuck and put bullet holes on some goons heads. This in turn led to an inevitable argument because of Batman's continuous incapacity to see the necessity of his actions while on some level recognizing that was the only poss0ible decision meant that tension had been higher than usual.

Therefore, putting everybody in a room together was definitely not the best idea, Dickie! The last ten minutes certainly proved so, what had started as an easy-going conversation about their early on mishaps of the field, which included a hefty number of stories where the main theme was “And then I said Fuck Batman – With varying degrees of success” that had started as a split-second change of subject in order to avoid a fight breaking out, had turned into passive-aggressive attacking Jason. The worst part was that Jason wasn’t even sure they were doing on purpose.

Did the even realize he was sitting right next to them? Or was he just a ghost?

“… and then the fantastic Robin fell three stores down only to be needed to be saved by the incredible Spoiler! So, listen to me kids, if you’re going to say fuck Batman you should at least be sure there is something to break your fall before you jump.” - Steph finished the story with a flourish, going back to her waffles.

“That was a level of stupidity that I wasn’t aware that you were capable of Replacement. Really, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.

“Please, as if you weren’t the first one to ignore an order just to fuck with B, Jason. There’s a list. The Incident with the Falcone. Killer Crock latest scape. The entire shit show that was last week. – Tim shot back, mulish, poking at his fries

And every single of those missions was a raging success.

“Which is the one involving Babs, back when she was still BG, you know the one she always mentions, because I don’t know what you did dude but she’s still pissed at you for it.”

“Oh, I know! Bruce forced them to work together on that one, it was a drug-smuggling operation that involved kids. Jason jumped in instead of waiting for her signal. Needless to say, it did not end up well. Babs was so very pissed.”

Yeah for the assholes that thought using kids as drug mules was a good idea. BG was just made the street rat had a better plan than her

“Is that why warehouse 25F is a gory, burned-out mess?”

“Nah, that came later, during that corruption case that nearly put the Comish in the hospital. Or maybe it was the one involving that Nazi Arts dealer?”

“Is there a difference? They always end up in unnecessary explosions. Todd’s need for dramatics and overuse of force are well documented”

Because you can talk about overuse of force, demon spawn.

“Robin. Less explosions. Trying to help. Hurt.”

“Yeah, he was trying to help Cass, nobody is denying that the thing is Jason desire to be a little shit and prove Batman wrong is way stronger than his drive to help people, and even though there were far less explosions back then, both he and innocent people have gotten hurt.”

How you’d know? You weren’t around back then Dickface.

“So, we can agree that it’s basically a Pavlovian response for him at this point. Your stubbornness and desire to say Fuck Batman no matter the consequences have been able to surpass death Jason, and if that it’s not a feat, I don’t know what is. Congratulations, really!” – Steph summarized.

He had been holding up fine until that point but he just didn’t have the strength to it anymore, every word out it Tim's mouth felt like the blow of crowbar shattering his ribs, chocking on his own blood because a Batarang slashed his throat. He felt faint. He felt dangerously close to crying.

“I have to go.” – Jason got out of his chair.

“Jason…” – The pitying and yet reproachful note on Dick’s voice made his skin crawl.

“I said I couldn’t stay very long. Some of us have stuff to do. You know criminal empires to run, places to blow up, kneecaps to shoot.” – He doped a twenties bill on the table.

“Todd. Cease being childish. Just because you are unable to accept your failures, and the fact that you were incompetent and arrogant enough to be captured by an enemy does not mean you should incapable of accepting constructive criticism.”

“Not being childish gremlin. I do have a criminal empire to run. And I do take constructive criticism, preferably from people who know what the hell they are talking about. You know people that are more than the “blood sons” of people that are greater than themselves. Noise midgets, not so much. Bye.” – Jason out of the dinner before any of them can reply.

See you never again.

He doesn’t know how he gets back to his closest safe house. It’s a reasonably good one. He likes this one. He focusses on the things he likes. Hardwood floor. The light green paint. On the things, he doesn’t. The shitty heating. The fact that the cabinets doors don’t shut all the way.

Breaths. Slowly. In and Out. Counts to three hundred. Breaths again.

The tears still prickle on his eyes. His chest feels hollow. His throat is dry. He doesn’t have the strength to move from where he’s sat on the floor, his back against the door. Going a few rounds with Deathstroke had hurt less. It certainly never made him want to crawl under his bed and stay there until the world forget he existed. Of course, Slade had also never blamed for his own death.

Even though his own father had. Reckless, overly aggressive, incapable of following orders, loud-mouthed Robin that got what he deserved, Bruce had said. Maybe not to his face but he had said it. Then again it had been his fault, hadn’t it?

He takes a few more breaths, tries to push his emotions back, locking them deep, and walks to the fridge, pours himself a glass of water. Drinks it. His mind goes back to the conversation. The glass shatters in his hand.

“Oh, fuck!”

He goes to the sink, to clean his hands and throws the broken glass into the trash. Lucky there were only some minor cuts that don’t need stitches even if they hurt like a bitch.

Take that universe!

Still, he wraps them in bandages since he doesn’t fancy cleaning blood out of his sheets. Sleep, however, doesn’t come easily that night, and the time he doesn’t spend tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position to follow to try to fall back asleep in, he spends waking up from dreams that leave him feeling like he’s constantly falling, sharp terror waking him each and every time.

There is no rest for the wicked though, and so he takes off by late morning and goes to check o on the rest of the gang, makes sure Antony is running things smoothly. All in all, it’s pretty boring, with enough paperwork to make a bonfire, but it does the job of taking his mind out the things for a while. Patrol is uneventful, which is a welcome respite, and Jason doesn’t do much more than stop a few muggings and beating up some creeps.

During that time, he keeps an ear out for the bats, especially Dick since he’s not anywhere near the mood to listen to another of the boy wonder lectures about how “Damian is just a child; you shouldn’t take what he says seriously”, especially those came with the addition of being delivered in that tone that screamed, “even though he’s right”. But he must have gone back to his turf because he sees no hair nor hide of him or any of the others.

The next two nights are very much a repetition of that first one, with little sleep and little action, so much so that a paranoid and exhausted part of him gets a bit terrified and so he ends up calling Roy just to hear the genius talk about whatever crazy project he’s been working on lately. If the redhead has any idea why Jason is calling him at four in the morning, he doesn’t comment on it and simply talks until his friend's breath has even out.

This way when the sun comes up the next day, Jason drags himself out of bed and heads straight to the shower, the cold water helps ground him back into his body. Still feeling like shit but at least knowing the difference between dream and reality he eats his breakfast while checking his messages and it’s more than a little bit shocked to see a text from Bruce asking, as in there is an actual please in it if they can talk about a possible case with a few crossed wires. There’s even an invitation to stay for dinner alongside with it, which makes him wonder if Bruce hit his head a little too hard the other day, or if Alfred finally made good on his promise of finding a drug that made him less emotionally stunned.

No matter the cause, the message leaves him hopeful enough that he answers with a yeah, I’ll be there by five.

He arrives at the Manor door fifteen minutes past five, just in case, greeting Alfred with a smile that the old butler easily returns. They make some small talk as the older man demands him to at least drink a cup of tea before heading down. Still, they part at the entrance of the cave and Jason takes those final steps alone.

“Sup, old man?”

“Jason.” – Bruce answers, his back turned, typing at the bat computer, probably filling some reports.

“C’mon B, you’re the one who called me unless of course, you somehow have been possessed and that please was you asking for help, in which case, give me a second and let me call the Martian Manhunter, you gotta give a bit more of information.” – Jason kept his gaze on Bruce’s back, his breath steady, he was not rambling thank you very much!

“There been some talk about an escort service in Diamond District that works as a front from money laundering. I think you might know some of the girls.”

“Little bit out of my way. Maybe you should check with Cat.”

Bruce’s eyes were shining, and the line of his mouth meant that he was finding it funny and Jason was filed to the brim with a wave of warmth and nostalgia. It made him feel like a kid again, it made him like Robin again, like magic.

“Maybe we should.”

“Oh gross! Let’s go back to the ever-existing cases of corruption and gross old man please?”

“Isabella McGarvey”

“Know the surname. Any relation to Ophelia McGarvey?”

"Her older sister I believe, records show that she moved from the East Side two years ago but didn’t take her sister with her because she was a minor…"

Most of the afternoon passed that way. With the Batman and the Red Hood checking financial records, discussing disappearances and police reports in an amiable tone, full of teasing. It was a welcome change of pace being the one providing the answers to all-knowing Batman for once. So, he took his time explaining the inner workings and the shady dealings of the Alley, preening at the attention and the approval, something he would deny until his second dying day.

Perhaps the only dark spot in the otherwise bright day was the fact that Jason kept purposely having to avoid looking at the southeast corner of the cave, at the glass cage that seemed to hover over them.

Refusing to acknowledge that some part of Bruce would always believe he was dead

“There maybe be a loose end might be worth exploiting but I don’t know how long that window would be open: There was a shooting, a few days ago, near the Bowery and Robinsonville, no cameras, three dead, the assailant left no evidence behind.”

“Don’t know what to tell you Bats, last time I was there I was with your kids, didn’t hear anything, neither did mine. I mean, I could ask but this is Gotham, murders are pretty much the norm. Unless those guys are part of something bigger, I got you nothing.” - Jason shrugged, already calculating the possibilities of why this is relevant and coming out with nothing.

Damn all-knowing paranoid bat.

“They were. Trafficking ring. Middleman.”

“There is no trafficking ring in the Alley”.

Of that he’s certain.

“There is not. Because those men were killed before they could take anyone. But they were known for it, and they were asking the sort of questions that could ping on your radar.”

“Well, I haven’t heard anything. I’ll make sure to pay more attention, update some protocols.” – Jason answered, already planning to investigate it.

If they were acting as a middleman for someone roaming around then that someone would send more to scoop the territory out and he would be prepared when they came, regardless of what else could be there. There were no trafficking rings in Alley.

“Or maybe you did and decided to take care of it your own terms”

The abruptness of the question was so earth-shattering that he took a few steps back to regain his balance.

“Jesus Christ Bruce if are gonna accuse me of murder you could at least have the decency of start with that. No, I did not kill them. If any of mine did I haven’t heard of it. But as far as I’m concerned is no great loss.” - He succeeds at sounding nonchalant and enraged, hiding the fact that the question felt like a bucket of water, leaving his cold and shaking.

So, this is why Bruce actually called, so he could question Jason about his latest failure, his latest disappointment in Bruce’s eyes. Of course, it was, and he was a fool for ever thinking otherwise. For letting himself hope that Bruce was trying, that he wanted to rekindle the relationship they had when Jason still wore those green panties.

“Where were you at 2:30 in the morning, three nights ago?”

“What?”

Please god, everything but this. I can’t do this again

“At the time of the murder, where were you?

“In a dinner with your kids.” – Jason’s voice was nothing more than a whisper as if all the air had been pushed out of his lungs.

Why you don’t believe me? Why you don’t trust me?

“Damian said you left early, earlier than that, because he got home at 3:00. It takes at least half an hour to get here from there.

“Safehouse a few blocks away, then. Sleeping. Bruce, please”. – Jason was begging now, voice raw and full of hurt.

“Can you prove that?”

"The hell is wrong with you?!? I already told you: I. DID. NOT. KILL. THEM. When have I ever not taken credit for the people I’ve killed?"

“What’s going on?”

And of course, because his luck could not be worse, that was the Perfect Grayson coming down the stairs. He could feel the headache forming behind his eyes. He did not want to deal with this shit right now.

Was it too much to ask for the ground swallow him whole?

“Nothing! Bruce’s just spent the last five minutes pointlessly accusing of murder! Can you get the fuck out so we can continue discussing it?”

“You were near the scene of the crime, you have a motive, the means, and a history.”

“Wait you killed someone?”

“No! Keep up, Bruce is just being a dick, you know like you usually are.”

“Is a valid concern”

“Is a piece of shit that is what it is!”

“Can someone please explain?”

“Bruce thinks I killed three people after I left the dinner the other day.”

That what you did after you left? It’s that what you meant by shooting kneecaps? Jay… I know that you were angry but this…

“Jesus Fucking Christ Didn’t I just say its bullshit?”

“You said that?”

“It was a joke”

“You have motive, means, no alibi and now your brother is telling me that you left because you needed to shoot someone. What do you want me to believe?”

“THAT I WOULDN’T LIE ABOUT IT!”

“If you were planning only to main them, if your anger got the better out you, as it has before if you did it out impulse, and is trying yo hide it.”

“You know what Bruce? You’ve already made up your mind so I will do us all a favor and get myself out. You can’t trust me? Well, I can’t trust you. From now on there will be no bats at the East End. If you are seen, you will be shot. That’s how trigger happy I fucking am!”

He pushed passed Dick and Bruce, the world was tingled with pit green glow, his ears were roaring, no sound, only rage, and loss. Every step he took was calculated, his breath was short, measured. A of violence ready to blow up at the mere provocation held together only by the barest threads of sanity and humanity and the training Ducra had given him. Roy’s voice babbling at him. Kori’s booming laughter. Kyle ridiculous art. Donna’s everlasting sass and warmth.

Somehow, someway he made home without turning Gotham into a bloodbath, and the relative he felt at activating the security protocol was fastly overtaken by fear. He hadn’t had an attack like that in over three months. Hadn’t let the Pit burning so strong in his veins in so long. Hadn’t felt that disconnection to reality since his early days out of the Pit.

Just the idea of what could have happened in case he lost control made Jason grab the nearest bucket and puke. He stayed there, pressing the palm of hinds to his eyes, heaving.

It didn’t matter, because it didn’t happen.

His phone rang, and if it was anybody else calling, he let go straight to voicemail, but it was Talia’s ringtone and she didn't call jus for kicks, so he presses answer.

“If I told you I didn’t kill a man would you believe me?” – Jason blurts out before he can stop himself, red coloring his cheeks as he realizes what he just said, cursing himself for his stupidity.

“Of course. Why would…I see.” – Talia’s face goes from neutral to confusion and finally anger in a matter of seconds. – “Your father does not know you at all Habibi, and that, rest assured, is entirely his fault. He’s too caught up in the image he made of you to be able to see you as truly are.”

“Batman being a stunned idiot, who can look past his own reasoning of the world? What an earthshattering idea T! – Jason says sarcastically trying to cover up his earlier emotional outburst. - Anyway, got a reason for calling?

“Do not play coy with me, Jason, it’s unbecoming. Regardless, I do not believe Gotham has done you good. Moreover, I do not believe your father's actions towards you have been in any way helpful to your recovery and growth.”

“What are you? My therapist?”

“I would not be against for you to see one, but I would not force you either. Your choices, as always, must be your own. Besides is my understanding that to be effective therapy must also involve privacy. Another thing that its unlikely to come by if you are to remain here.

“Gotham needs me. The Alley needs me, God knows the Bat can’t handle this shit, they don’t care and even if they did the Alley would never trust them” – It wasn’t as much a rebuttal as it was an excuse

“They do, but you are of no use to them if you are constantly emotionally compromised by the rash and thoughtless actions of those who do not understand you and do not seek to. Loyalty is a gift that must be not be given lightly and they make ill use of yours while reaping the benefits of it. Perhaps it’s time for them to learn how to much you do for them. The absence does make the heart grow fonder.”

“You’re telling me to leave.”

“I’m telling take a step back. You’ve done tremendous work, but there’s more to you then violence. The petty criminals and drug dealers and the pimps are all properly terrified, your minions are capable enough that they can keep your operation running without your direct involvement. Rest. Recover. Come back when you are ready. Besides, you do have your master’s degree to consider, don’t you?” - Jason blushed, Talia wasn’t one to give compliments that she didn’t mean, and she did have a point, but…

But what? What did he truly have here? It had taken less than ten minutes for Dick convince Bruce, based on nothing more than a few throw away words Jason had said when he was angry and hurting, that Jason had killed a man and once that decision had been made no amount of evidence would make Bruce turn around in his favor. The others probably already knew what had happened and just as likely had decided to stay away from him from now on. After all, if he couldn’t take a little teasing without blasting someone’s brains out then he was certainly no better than the crazies in Arkham, to them.

What Talia was offering has the peace of taking a walk without being judged by the path he chooses to walk on, let the dust stele until bygones were bygones and he could look at Dick’s- Holier-Than-Thou face without breaking every single bone in it.

What did he have to lose that he couldn’t take back later on?

“You do realize that this will take quite a bit of work and resources, right? – Jason could almost see that pleased little smile of hers spread on Talia’s face.

“You do realize who you are speaking with don’t you Habibi? Let’s get to work.

#first chapter #Criminal Minds #Jason Todd #fanfic #Im so nervous #Go check on AO3'#Im sorry for the delay #Spoiler: Jason is a Sad Boy in this #But he'll get better #Xover #Spencer Reid shows up in the next chapter #Worry not #im very proud of myself #ive written

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Title: Changes - part eleven Word count: ±3000 words Summary “Changes”: Huntress Zoë Sullivan (OFC) crosses paths and swords with the Winchesters, when the brothers stumble on a case she’s already working. When complications arise, they are forced to work together. Summary part eleven: The case is closed and the hunters go their separate ways, but not before having to deal with a few loose ends. Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures. Demon possession, supernatural creatures/entities. Smut, swearing, alcohol use/addiction. Kidnapping, mentions of torture and murder, illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks. Music: Purple Haze - Jimmi Hendrix, Highway To Hell - AC/DC. Author’s note: I’m super excited to share Supernatural: The Sullivan Series. There are quite a few people I want to thank: @coffee-obsessed-writer, @soupornatural & @mrswhozeewhatsis, who edited the early drafts, and my girls @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish and @winchest09 who are deciphering the recent version. Everyone who encouraged me to go for it, you are awesome!

Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist 01x01 “Changes” Masterlist

Flashing lights shimmer bright blue and red on the surroundings of the three hunters. They’re out in the open again, the moon and stars above them, the night air chilly. Dean leans against his Impala, while Zoë has made herself comfortable on the saddle of her bike, overlooking the scene. Police officers are clearing the area, some take notes of what the victims have to say. Before the authorities arrived, the hunters talked to the victims about what to tell the police. Their best advice was to keep quiet. People who start their statement with the word ‘shapeshifter’ usually end up in a psych ward. If they ever need to talk about what happened, they can call the brothers.

All the people have been pulled out of the septic tank by the fire department. An ambulance with Cole in the back is the first to leave the driveway, sirens blaring, while others are treated and prepared for their ride to hospital. Sam walks up to the other hunters and halts, watching the ambulance take off. “Cole is in critical condition, but the paramedic was hopeful. She said if we hadn’t found him, he wouldn’t have survived the night. The others are okay, besides from minor injuries and malnutrition,” he informs. “Good,” Dean says, satisfied. “And Terry Cliffer?” Zoë wonders. “Yeah, about Terry...” Sam shakes his head. “They found him, too.” “Dead?” she assumes. Sam nods and leans against the hood. The paramedics took care of the wound on his head, the injury is barely visible, covered by his long brown hair. “They found his body in the back of the tank.” Zoë sighs. “Damnit.” She glances over to the ambulance where Michelle Cliffer is sitting on a gurney, wrapped in a thermal blanket. She has her daughter and son by her side, comforting her children. Zoë wonders if she knows. The boys catch her gaze at the broken family. “You can’t save them all.”

It's Dean who reminds her of that, to Zoë’s surprise. She expected words of consolation from the younger Winchester, who’s shown her a lot more sympathy than his arrogant brother, until now, that is. She nods at the hunter, hearing his message, but unable to accept tonight’s outcome. Every time an innocent is killed by something she hunts, she feels like she failed. Even though they saved the others, not to mention the many victims that would have followed if they hadn't ended the shifter, Zoë cannot shake that feeling.

When she looks up at Michelle again, she sees that the woman is on her way over. It’s not hard to miss the widow’s grief. “Michelle...” Sam stammers, not sure what to say. She forces a polite smile and gives him a nod, but it's obvious she's torn up. Through the tears, she looks them in the eye one by one. “What you did… you have no idea what this means to me,” she says, her voice breaking. “Just doing our job, ma’am,” Dean responds, as if it’s no big deal.

“It’s so strange...” The poor woman shakes her head, still unable to grasp what happened. “I noticed that Terry was behaving differently about a month ago. I had no idea that--" “- it wasn’t your husband?” Sam fills in. She looks up at him, sniffles and nods. “He looked just like him. A few days ago, I started asking questions and… well, you know the rest.” She looks down, as if she’s trying to find her strength in the soil underneath her feet. Her bottom lip begins to quiver. “They just informed me about Terry.” “We're very sorry,” Sam returns, compassionately.

Michelle looks up, her piercing blue eyes seeking Dean, the man who rescued her and her children. “Thank you,” she says, soft but genuine. “Don’t thank me. Thank her,” he nods at Zoë. “She did most of the work.” Zoë looks up, stunned, not expecting the sudden attention. Her gaze shifts to the mother, who turns towards her, her eyes showing more gratitude than a thousand words could describe. “Thank you for rescuing our children.” she voices, gratefully, and turns to the boys as well. “You saved my family.”

With nothing left to say, she heads back for the ambulance, her little boy walking with her by the hand, but Lizzy lingers, still looking up at the female hunter. After pondering a little longer, the six year old runs towards the huntress and folds her little arms around Zoë’s leg, giving her a hug before heading back to her mother. A small smile pulls at the corner of her mouth as Zoë watches the little girl go. Lizzy waves at her until the doors of the ambulance close, answered by a final salute from the company of three. A breath floats from her lips, the weight on her shoulders made lighter by the young girl, who made it all worthwhile.

“Dude, you smell like a toilet,” Dean comments out of nowhere. He sniffs while making a face, eying his brother, who is still standing next to him. “You wanna tell me you smell like roses?” Sam returns. Dean stares back, puzzled. “What are you--“ Sam grabs Dean’s leather coat and pulls it up, showing the dirt and feces stuck to it. “Ah, shit,” Dean curses. Zoë grins. “Indeed.” Sam can’t help but smirk when Dean pulls himself loose, annoyed. Then he glares at Zoë. “You totally fucked up my favorite jacket,” he gripes, pissed off. “Gonna cry about it?” she pouts at him. He gives her a dirty look and narrows his eyes, but Zoë doesn’t let him off the hook just yet. “You’re lucky you didn’t fuck up my Dave,” she warns. “Next time you have the nerve to get on my bike, I’ll kill you.” “You have such a warm and loving personality, know that?” Dean snarls, sarcastically.

“Talking about warm and loving, you said something about ‘me being all over you’?” she brings up, curious. “You jumped me, and not in a violent kind of way,” he reveals, scratching the back of his head, a little embarrassed. “How did you find out it wasn’t me?” Zoë wonders. “Simple; there was no trace of that bullet wound,” he explains, nodding at her abdomen. “Ah, so clothes were off; you did play ball.” She grins, crossing her arms and leaning back a little. “How far did you make it, exactly? First base? Second base?”

Sam snorts, watching the interaction between the two hunters. He didn’t expect a blush to turn the tips of Dean’s ears pink, however. “Oh, whoa!” she realizes. “You got to third base.” “Dude, you had sex with a shapeshifter?” Sam smirks. “Dude, no! C’mon!” Dean defends. Zoë grins, amused. His denial was a little too fast and too loud. For a ‘professional’ con artist, he’s a pretty bad liar. “Did shifter-me give you a hand or was it the other way around?” “I - that’s not…” Dean stutters, only digging himself deeper. “You know what? I don’t have to answer to you.” She huffs. “Well, since you thought you were having sex with me, I think you kinda do.” “I didn’t have sex with you, or fake-you,” he makes clear, correcting himself while looking confused. “Look, I know what I was doing. I shot the fucker and saved your ass, so I think I deserve some credit.”

But Zoë doesn’t plan to stop. “You’re into me,” she provokes. “You’re so full of shit,” Dean scoffs. “You might come in a pretty package, sweetheart, but you are as sour as they come.” She laughs at the insult and slides her helmet over her head, securing the chinstrap. “I have zero intention to become your friend, Dean, and that was your first clue. When that shifter came on so strong, you should’ve known you were either having a wet dream, or the ‘pretty package’ wasn’t actually this sour bitch.”

The huntress starts the engine of her Harley before the guy she’s been butting heads with can counter. She doesn’t take off however; she’s not done yet. “Oh, by the way, did you know that shapeshifters aren’t sexless?” “Of course I knew that,” Dean utters. “So?” “Well, Sammy there saw the shifter shed and he was pretty sure it wasn’t female. So whatever you did, you didn’t do it with the opposite sex.” Zoë leaves the rest for the older Winchester brother to figure out, and to her amusement, it doesn’t take long before it settles in what she’s implying. When she sees the horror and bewilderment in his eyes, she has to pull every string to not break character. “Bye, boys!”

She turns the throttle and steers her bike towards the road. Sam has the feeling he’s experiencing déjà vu. Last night, they were standing in the exact same spot, Zoë driving off on her Harley Davidson, Dean staring at her in awe. The younger Winchester tries his best not to burst into laughter, but has difficulty keeping a straight face. He decides to play along with Zoë’s little mind game. “Is she actually saying that I...?” Dean stammers, eyeing his brother, unsettled. Sam nods. “Did you really see…?” Sam nods. Nauseated Dean looks away, realizing what this means. “I’m gonna throw up.”

Disoriented, he circles the car and slips into his seat a moment later. In shock he stares at the emblem in the center of the steering wheel; his whole life has been a lie. Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix starts playing when the driver turns the key in the ignition. As if he didn’t feel dirty enough, the thought of the shapeshifter driving his beloved Impala only adds to his discomfort. Oh well, at least the bastard didn’t screw with his mixtape.

Beams of yellow glide through the car rhythmically, fading in and out every time they pass a street light. The V8 under the hood roars steady, already radiating warmth into the cabin as they are about to drive into the city of Rochester. Dean has turned the heat on, aware that Sam had been stuck underground for hours; he figured his little brother might be cold. The gash on his head didn’t look too bad, looks like he got away with nothing but a scratch. “So, what’s our plan for the rest of the night?” Dean asks him, actually checking if Sam wants to hit the road or call it a night. Sam chuckles, assuming he has other intentions with that question. “Considering you have a date with Vicodin girl?” For the second time this evening, Dean experiences a sudden and overwhelming pressure on his chest as he hits the brakes, almost causing the car behind him to crash into his bumper. The driver honks madly and swerves around when the Chevrolet pulls over. “Dude!” Sam exclaims, startled. He doesn’t answer. When they have come to a full stop, Dean glances at his watch instead; it’s 9:15. Frustrated he slams the steering wheel. “Fuck!” “What’s your problem?” Sam returns, stunned. “That’s my problem.” He nods at his rear view mirror.

It’s just now that Sam notices the sirens behind them. He quickly looks over his shoulder and curses, but is surprised to see the police cars pass them. “It’s not even for us, Dean. Would you relax?” Sam doesn’t understand all the fuss. “Oh, it’s for us, alright,” Dean mutters, nodding at the first responders, who make a sharp right to 6th St Southwest, joined by another vehicle from the other direction. “That’s - that’s where our hotel is,” the younger of the two realizes. The driver rubs his face. “I didn’t bolt the door.” With eyes wide open, Sam stares at his brother. “What?!” “I was in a bit of a hurry,” Dean excuses. “I think Vicodin girl walked in on a dead shapeshifter.” “Please tell me you covered our tracks,” his brother pleads. “I didn’t have time for that, Sam! For all I knew I could have been working on a fucking time schedule here! I didn’t know where you were, if you were alive!” he explains, frantically. “Okay, just chill out. You did take our stuff with you, right?” Sam supposes. “Let me think. Who had the car again!?” Dean returns. “You left my laptop in the room?!” Sam exclaims, freaking out. “All our documents, our records, everything is on that computer!” “I wasn’t thinking straight, okay?! I thought you were dead!” Dean shouts back. “At least tell me you brought Dad’s journal,” Sam asserts. He doesn’t need an answer; when he watches Dean’s expression go blank, he knows enough. “Dean, you didn’t,” Sam sighs and runs his hands through his hair frustrated. “We need to get back in there,” Dean states, determined. “Are you nuts? There are cops all over that place!” Sam reminds him. “Everything we know, everything Dad knows, is in that journal. Names, addresses, phone numbers, you have any idea how many people are gonna get in trouble if that book falls into the wrong hands?!” Sam sums up, his voice raised.

Before Sam can continue the argument, Dean’s Rock N’ Roll ringtone cuts through the tension. Irritated, he rummages around in his pocket and takes out his phone. He checks the display before he picks up; he doesn’t know the number. “Hello?” “Hey, Birdbrain.” He recognizes that voice, even though the sounds in the background are so loud that he has difficulty understanding her. He rolls his eyes skyward. “Zo, not now. I have a little bit of a situation here.” “You mean that you left everything you own except for that damn car of yours in the Deep Purple Inn, which just got stormed by the cops?”

Dean stares at the road ahead, flabbergasted. “How the fuck do you know that?” “Because I was just there.” “You were there?” he repeats stunned. Frowning, Sam looks over at his brother, trying to make out what Zoë is saying. “That lizard took my Macbook and my phone up to your room, I had to get it back. Nice job tidying up the place, by the way.” “I was a little busy saving everyone’s ass!” Dean returns. “I went through a hell of a lot of trouble to get your things, but I’ll be happy to dump them alongside the road somewhere if you don’t drop that attitude. Do you want your shit back or not?”

Silence. Dean curses under his breath, turning the speaker away from his mouth so that the huntress doesn’t pick up on it. He absolutely despises it when he’s forced to take a knee. “Yes,” he growls, grinding his teeth while pronouncing the simple three letter word. “I’m gonna make sure I’m out of the state before I pull over, considering shapeshifter-me shot up an entire bar and I just entered the crime scene of my own murder. I advise you to do the same thing.” “Copy that,” Dean agrees. “And our stuff?” “You’ve got my number. Give me a call in a few days.” “Can’t we just meet up somewhere in Iowa?” he proposes. “No can do, I’m heading to Arkansas for a haunting. Not sure how long that’s gonna take. Leave the state, lay low and call me in a few days, got that?” Dean sighs, rolling his eyes. Seems like he doesn’t have a choice. “Got it.” “Oh, and for the sake of public health, when you cross the state border, take a shower at the first truck stop.” With those words, she disconnects. Dean looks down at the phone and scoffs. Un-fucking-believable. “She has our stuff?” Sam has been staring at him all this time, it’s just now that Dean looks him in the eye. “Unfortunately,” Dean confirms and looks in the rear view mirror, before he turns back on the road and hits the gas.

They pass 6th Street Southwest, which is swarming with police. Sam straightens his back, glad that they don’t have to deal with it. He just hopes this isn’t going to come back and bite Dean in the ass later. “That’s murder number two on your police record,” Sam comments. “You sound like Dad,” the older brother mutters. “No, I don’t,” Sam argues. The corner of Dean’s mouth pulls up. “You’d be surprised how much you’re like the old man,” he remarks. Sam changes the subject. “So, what’s our plan?” Dean shrugs, his right hand on the wheel, his left hand in his lap, unburdening his hurting shoulder. He doesn’t take his eyes from the road as he drives south, down highway 63. “According to Sullivan, we should lay low for a few days.” “Sounds fine to me,” Sam agrees. “Where are we going next?” “Arkansas,” Dean announces. The younger Winchester glances aside at his brother. “Why Arkansas?” Dean returns a smug grin. Sam knows that look, he has seen it way too many times. “You’re gonna follow her, aren’t you?” he presumes. “You actually think I’m gonna wait until she has some spare time in her agenda?” Dean chuckles.

It’s not often, but Sam actually agrees with him. They have better things to do, like finding Dad and hunting down the bastard that killed Mom and his girlfriend; he’s going to need the journal and his laptop for that. “Arkansas it is then.” Dean turns up the volume when the first tunes from Cliff Williams’ guitar comes through the speakers. Putting the pedal to the metal, he joins in with the drums and he can’t help but nod his head slightly on the beat. Bon Scott’s peculiar scratchy voice belts out the first verse and the driver gladly joins him. He doesn’t care that his brother shakes his head disapprovingly. There’s just no way he can let AC/DC’s Highway To Hell go by without singing along.

No stop signs, speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me 'round

Hey Satan, payin' my dues Playin' in a rockin' band Hey momma, look at me I'm on my way to the Promised Land

I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell

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