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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 5 years

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heyyyy luv could you please bless us with a secret relationship and bucky :')

specifics: bucky is always disappearing from the compound and everyone figures that it's bucky being bucky.. but he's visiting his civilian girlfriend and knows that she'll be in danger the moment they go public so he doesn't even tell the team about her.. and their circumstances of meeting could be in the aftermath of some Avengers thing?

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Y/N had just hopped out of the shower and was now combing her hair and applying all your moisturizers. She was home alone in her small, one-bedroom apartment. She had some soft music playing from her laptop, trying to wind down from her day.

However, when she stepped out of the bathroom, there was a large man casually moving about her bedroom.

Y/N yelped and nearly dropped her towel from the fright.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Bucky! You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

He immediately looked guilty and tried to make himself smaller and less intimidating. “I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I thought you weren’t getting back until tomorrow,” she pointed out, hand still over her heart as if it would calm its racing.

He stepped over to her and gave her a hello kiss. “Got home quicker than we planned. I texted you, but I can obviously see that you were in the shower when I sent it.” He pointed to her phone that she’d left on her nightstand.

Then Bucky cupped her cheek and kissed her again, slower and more passionately this time.

“I really am sorry for scaring you,” he told her as he pressed his forehead against hers.

He could clearly hear the rapid beating of her heart with those insane super-soldier senses.

“It’s OK. Should be used to your sneaky, ninja ways by now.”

He chuckled.

That’s when Y/N saw the bruise on his left cheek. His hair was wet too.

Bucky always showered before he came to see her after missions. Y/N had told him time and time again that he could shower at her place. Bucky always just shrugged and said it was quicker to do it at the compound. But he was actually just trying to hide all the blood that was left on his skin. Y/N didn’t need to see it. Especially when it wasn’t his blood.

“I’m fine. Just a few bruises. Don’t you go starting…” Bucky warned when he saw the concern in her eyes as she stared at his bruise.

Y/N sighed and allowed him to brush over it.

Then she moved around him to hunt for some pajamas and underwear.

“What’d you tell the team?” She tried to ask in a nonchalant manner as she shuffled through her dresser.

“What do you mean?” Bucky played stupid.

Y/N straightened and turned to give him a look. “I mean, what lie did you tell them before you came over here.”

She didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh.

“I didn’t tell them anything. I snuck out when they were all in the kitchen eating.”

Y/N didn’t say anything, just went back to find clothes.

Bucky was suddenly filled with guilt. “Y/N–”

“It’s fine, Bucky.” She threw on a crew sweatshirt without even realizing that it was one of the many items of clothing Bucky left at her place.

“It’s not fine. You’re upset.”

She was fully dressed now and turned around to face him. “I’m not upset. I’m frustrated.”

Y/N was always one to be direct with her emotions. Never lied about being fine when she was not. Always told Bucky exactly how she was feeling, even if it took her a bit to fully figure out what that was. It was one of the countless reasons he loved her. And it made him less shy about expressing his own emotions. His mental and emotional health only improved because of it. Because of her.

“OK…” Bucky said slowly, inviting her to continue.

Y/N sighed and plopped herself on the edge of her bed. He sat down next to her.

“Look, Bucky…I know why this – us – is secret. I understand where you’re coming from. I know…” She took a breath. “I know you do it because you think it keeps me safe. But the team…they’re more than the Avengers. They’re your friends. They’re your family. And I might not have ever met them, but from what you’ve told me, they would die before they told anyone your secrets.”

Bucky swallowed and was wringing his hands in his lap, head hung in slight shame. “I know that.”

“So why are you keeping me a secret from them?”

“It has nothing to do with you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Bucky immediately shot down. “I’m not embarrassed or ashamed of you, Y/N. Hell, every day I wake up and wonder how I even managed to snag a dame like you. If anyone should be embarrassed, it’s you.”

She waited for him to continue and explain.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Then he reached over to hold her hand. “It’s just…I feel like as soon as you meet them, our little bubble of happiness is going to pop.” His metal hand ran through his wet hair. “When I’m with you, I just feel like Bucky. Sometimes I even feel like my old self, that naive bastard from the 30s.” He sighed. “But as soon as I introduce you to that part of my life, I’m scared you’ll see all the things about myself that I don’t want you to. You’ll be reminded that I am – was – the Winter Soldier. That I’m not just Bucky, your boyfriend. I’m a surviving POW, I’m an assassin, a soldier, an Avenger. I won’t be able to hide all my baggage once that happens.”

Y/N watched him for a moment, love was in her eyes.

“Bucky, I knew those things all along.”

“I know. I know, doll. But I just – I don’t want anything to change between us.”

Y/N laughed lightly. “Of course things will change between us. That’s part of a relationship. We grow together.” She laughed again. “Or grow apart.” Then her smile dropped and she got serious. “But I don’t see the latter happening for us.”

Bucky just nodded in agreement.

“They love you like I love you.” Y/N shrugged sadly. “I just want to meet the people that take care of you when you’re not with me.”

Bucky gave her a sorrowful grin.

Y/N sighed. “I’m not going to pressure you to do anything that you’re not comfortable with. I just wanted to tell you how I was feeling about it all.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Thank you for telling me.”

Their night went on like it normally did. Bucky had returned Friday night, so now he got to spend the whole weekend with his girl.

When he was gone from the compound for long periods like this, Steve was the only one that really showed concern. He thought Bucky was always on some weird mental bender, going night after night without sleep and just wandering around. Bucky figured Steve imagined him trying to get drunk from one bar to the next.

Obviously Bucky felt guilty for unnecessarily worrying his best friend, especially when he was actually doing better than OK. But letting Steve believe in the false ideas was a sacrifice Bucky was willing to make in order to have Y/N in his life.

Bucky couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N’s argument for her to meet his friends. He understood completely where she was coming from. He wished he could give her that. He wished he could give her normal – that he was a different person, who didn’t have to hyper analyze every single decision in his life in order to keep himself and the people he loved safe.

But that kind of life was taken from him when he fell off that damn train.

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“You’re a god damn idiot, you know that?” Steve snapped at Bucky as he started ripping bandages from a roll with his teeth.

Bucky was currently laying down on the quinjet’s operating table.

“Sometimes I just hate that Captain America gets all the attention,” Bucky joked.

But Steve wasn’t laughing.

Because Bucky was bleeding out.

And he was in pain, yes. But he wasn’t about to tell anyone that.

“Well, dying on me is definitely one way to steal the spotlight, punk.”

“Captain Rogers, if I could interrupt,” Vision was looking at Bucky over Steve’s shoulder. “The bullet was a through shot and it thankfully hit no important arteries or organs. Do not be fooled by the blood, Sergeant Barnes’ super-soldier enhancements will heal him faster than the average man.”

Steve ground his teeth, thankful for Vision’s scientific encouragement but also still irritated with Bucky’s condition. “Thanks, Vision.”

“See,” Bucky started coughing. He could only imagine how pale and clammy he looked. “I’m fine.”

“Oh. Well, I do still suggest we stop the bleeding or he will surely die of blood loss.” Vision piped in again.

Bucky glared at the cyborg. “We gotta work on your delivery, pal.”

Vision winced, but got out of Steve’s way.

“You just had to go and get yourself shot. You couldn’t let me take a bullet for once,” Steve muttered as he put pressure on Bucky’s giant wound.

“Well, you see, your shield was still planted in a brick wall and I saw someone pointing a gun at you. I thought my metal arm would do the trick but the bastard shifted his aim at the last minute.” He glared at Steve for real now. “I’m not sorry. And I’d do it again.”

Steve exhaled, knowing that there was no point in scolding Bucky. The man would sacrifice himself for any of his teammates and any civilian. That’s why Steve was friends with him.

“Hey, Steve?” For the first time since getting shot, Bucky sounded scared.

“Yeah, Buck.”

“I need you to do me a favor.”

Steve nodded. “OK…”

“You can’t…You can’t ask any questions. You just have to do it, OK? I promise I’ll explain later.”

His tone was starting to worry Steve. “Bucky, you’re not dying on me, you hear me? If this is some final wish, I’ll smack you.”

“I’m not dying today. I’ve been through worse shit. Just tell me you’ll do the damn favor, Steve.”

“OK. OK. OK. What is it?”

“I’m about to pass out from the blood loss. So, listen to me carefully.” Bucky’s eyes flickered around him to make sure no one else was paying attention to him. “I need you to get my cell. Find the contact labeled Smithsonian Institution Offices. Text them that I’d like my dog tags returned from the museum. She’ll know what to do from there.”

Bucky’s body relaxed once his instructions were finished. His eyes fluttered close. Sleep sounded nice.

“She?” Steve asked.

But Bucky was already passed out.

——————————————

Steve had been pacing in the welcome lobby of the compound for a solid 20 minutes now. He was pretty sure he’d correctly put together the puzzle pieces. But Steve was having trouble believing that Bucky would do what he was suspecting.

All pacing stopped when he saw security escorting a young woman through the doors.

She was beautiful. Anyone with sight would notice that immediately.

Even if her eyes were red – which Steve suspected was from crying – they were mesmerizing.

She looked uncomfortable and clearly felt out of place at the Avengers’ compound.

Steve stepped forward. “Y/N?” He asked carefully.

She stared at him for a moment, taking him in like she was trying to match up the reality to how she had pictured him in her head.

Then she nodded.

Steve eyed the two security guards on either side of her. “I’ll take it from here. Thanks.”

Then he turned his attention to Y/N. “Follow me.”

They started their journey through the large and complicated halls of the compound. Every so often, someone walking past them would eye Y/N, not recognizing her or wondering who was lucky enough to be in the company of Captain America.

“So…” Steve felt the need to break the silence on their long walk. “You and Bucky. You’re…”

“This is not how I wanted to meet you, Steve.” She quickly rushed out. “I’m so sorry. It was Bucky’s idea, keeping me a secret.”

“Oh, I know there was no way it was anyone’s idea but his own. This has Bucky written all over it. I’m just still trying to…” Steve scratched the back of his neck, “wrap my mind around it.” Then he shook his head. “It explains a lot actually: the late nights, leaving for days at a time, keeping his phone on him at all times.”

Y/N smirked then. “I send him a lot of stupid videos during the day. Mostly cats.”

They were at the medical wing then. Steve turned to face her. “I get it. I get why he did it. But that doesn’t mean I’m not still hurt that he thought he couldn’t tell me.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, understanding where he was coming from. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m happy to be meeting you now. Obviously I wish the circumstances were better.” She gave him a sad smile. “He’s told me all about you. I feel like I know all of you actually.” She bowed her head. “I practically begged him to let me meet all of you. But Bucky – he’s very protective of me.”

Steve nodded. That same characteristic was the very reason Bucky was even injured in the first place.

“He might be sleeping. But he’s in the first room on the left. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

Y/N nodded. She was about to take a step forward, but then quickly changed her mind and hurriedly pulled Steve into a hug.

Steve was caught off guard by it, but quickly recovered.

“Thanks for always taking care of him, Steve.” She whispered into his shoulder.

“I think I should be the one saying that to you…”

Y/N pulled away and quickly wiped away tears with embarrassment. “Right. I should…” She awkwardly pointed to the room and walked away.

Steve was going to give them a moment. But his curiosity couldn’t be stopped.

Ever so quietly, he tiptoed to the edge of the room and stood hidden off to the side of the door.

“Doll, please don’t cry. I promise I’m OK. It’s all part of the job.” Steve heard Bucky trying to console her.

“When I got the text,” Y/N cried. “I just knew it wasn’t you who sent it. I knew something was wrong. I’d been feeling off all day.” She sniffed. “Bucky, I was so scared.”

“Shhh. I’m OK. Everything’s OK. Come here, Y/N.”

There was shuffling and Steve could only assume Bucky had pulled her entire body to him.

“I love you,” Y/N whispered.

“I love you too, doll.”

An hour later, Steve found both of them passed out. Even injured and asleep, Bucky had both his arms protectively around Y/N, holding her as close as possible. His nose in her hair. Her head on his chest.

——————

A week later, Bucky found Steve in the study.

He’d been discharged a couple days ago, but firmly ordered not to overexert himself. The team had let him heal, all of them slowly being told about Y/N’s existence and letting her be the one to nurse Bucky back to health in privacy.

“You want to talk about this?” Bucky asked as he leaned against the doorway.

Steve closed his sketchbook and rubbed his face with a sigh.

“You’re allowed to be mad at me, you know.” Bucky added.

“I get why you did it. I do.” Then Steve finally looked at him. “But that still doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

“Y/N…she was the only thing in my life that was all mine and no one else’s. Everything else about me is owned by the world. My story, my history, my imprisonment. It’s out there for the world to read and make unfair judgements about.” Bucky shook his head. “I just couldn’t bare to bring Y/N into that: to be judged and criticized.”

“It’s me we’re talking about, Bucky.” Steve argued.

“But it wouldn’t stop there. Next it would’ve been Sam, then Nat, then Tony. It’s a slippery slope. All I ever wanted to do was keep her safe, Steve.”

“I know. I know.” Steve sighed. “That’s why I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not?”

“Of course not.”

“That means a lot to me, Steve.”

“You know, it all makes sense now.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed. “What does?”

“Why you’ve changed so much – and I mean for the better. You seemed happier, lighter, healthier. It’s because of Y/N, isn’t it?”

Bucky smiled even at just hearing her name. “Yeah, it is.”

Steve nodded and gave him a shy grin. “I talked to the team. They understand the situation.” His eyes grew heavy with earnestness. “Your secret is safe with us, Bucky.” He cleared his throat. “She’s one of us now. And we protect our own.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

“Can you just do us all a favor though? Can you start bringing her around? Maybe just properly introduce her to everyone at least?”

Bucky smiled. “I think we can manage that. Y/N would – that would make her really happy.”

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ladyhallen · 4 years

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Sansa had a problem.

Sitting across her arch nemesis - her assignment and trying not to stare so obviously, Sansa felt her stomach flutter and scowled.

She was not supposed to feel those annoying fluttering’s. It had been going on for decades now, and she wanted no part in it.

Being a demon of hell, one of Lucifer’s generals, technically, meant that she had no time or place for dwelling on feelings, good or otherwise. Lucifer, or Ramsay, as he’d taken to calling himself these days, had named Sansa the demon of hatred and that meant she didn’t have feelings of the sweet and fluttery kind.

Sansa slumped in her chair, ignoring the angel’s look of admonishment at her posture. His own back was ram rod straight, but somehow conveying relaxation as he slowly and methodically consumed a chocolate truffle.

“Angel,” she sighed. “Any adventures you’re going to get up to, today?”

“It’s called good deeds, Sansa,” he told her, somehow not sounding condescending. He sounded gentle and stern. As he always did. It did terrible things to Sansa’s stomach, must be the ulcers making it flutter.

Right.

Sansa sighed again, quieter this time. She would leave in a moment, she thought while staring at Cor’s lovely blue-gray eyes and punishing herself. She would leave. Just...until Cor finished eating. It would be rude otherwise.

Sansa hadn’t meant to fall, is the thing.

She hadn’t been Sansa then, but with a different, more angelic name. Working under the lovely angel Raphael and being compassionate. What an angel of compassion was supposed to do, Sansa always wondered.

Raphael had encouraged her to make more friends and Sansa had agreed. Free will wasn’t quite a thing, merely a concept that Father had brought up in the weekly meetings and whatever Raphael ordered, she would always do.

So she roamed around, looking for friends. Groups of angels congregating, was still the description, because that’s what friends did? Sansa hadn’t been sure then.

She’d joined the first group of angels congregating and talked to them.

They were nice, Samael and nir friends. They welcomed her readily with bright smiles and heady laughter. Too bright she would realize later. Too sharp edges carefully hidden away from the newbie.

She hung around them because they always made her feel welcome and Sansa adored them for listening to her questions and her confusion about compassion.

“What is compassion?” she would ask the archangels.

“It is concern for misfortune,” Father told her when all her siblings couldn’t answer.

“What is misfortune?” she asked Samael, because even then, Sansa had tact not to ask God that.

“It is the absence of God,” Samael’s friend would answer.

How can there be an absence of God, when God was everywhere? She wondered then.

After being cast out simply for being with her friends at the wrong time and place, Sansa understood. There can be an absence of God, for God had abandoned her.

Sansa’s best work, so far in Eos, was traffic jams.

No matter how hard city planning worked to keep the cars moving fast, Sansa always managed an inconvenience that made people curse and work up a temper, damning their souls.

Once, she’d short circuited connections in all the banks in the entire world, causing a drop in the market. The amount of chaotic fury she’d felt that day made her laugh, even as guilt shimmered in her stomach.

Cor had looked at her and sighed that day and Sansa had wanted to cry. If demons could cry.

Sansa still caused tempers to go high, hatred to go up, simply because she existed in their general vicinity. She tried to tamp it down just to enjoy a bit of light reading, but inevitably, there would be an argument by someone or the other and she would have to leave to work off the excess energy.

Cor helped, simply because, as angel, he radiated such immense goodness that they balanced each other out.

That was what Cor had told her when he’d hunted her down in Accordo during the executions and her mere arrival in the city had incited the mobs to tear apart their king limb from limb with their bare hands.

She’d wept with relief when he left her, but still stayed in her general area. She had watched that King die and felt his fear, his hatred and wanted to vomit. She never wanted it to happen again.

Cor helped. Maybe that’s why her stomach started those strange convulsions and fluttering’s.

The Fall started, not with anger, as the bible like to say, but with a question.

Samael asked, “Why should we care for these lesser creatures? Look at all their imperfections!”

God talked and Samael argued. Angels and archangels gathered around and Sansa hovered near her friends, confused, frightened. Because Samael’s white wings were changing. The symbol of his soul, his very existence, was changing.

After that very blasphemous debate, God cast out Samael and ripped nir’s name away.

Sansa’s Fall was not quite so dramatic, just quieter.

Raphael, always doting on Sansa, had tried to tug her away. But she’d stayed. Confused but loyal, she’d stayed.

“My friends,” she said, tugging at the hand Raphael had on her.

Raphael had eyed her wings and gasped in horror.

“Then you have betrayed us all as well,” her dearest mentor whispered in grief.

The gates of Heaven opened and the command entered the Psyche of all the angels. To toss out the betrayers.

Without concept of free will, siblings turned on siblings and obeyed. Raphael as well, despite nir’s reluctance.

Sansa was one of the last, and all heard her scream out in despair, “Father! I don’t understand!”

Her scream followed her as she fell through the ether and into the depths of despair. God had indeed abandoned them.

Cor liked to visit the orphanages in the city since his mentor, the Archangel Michael had taught him to guard the children.

Sansa, of course, had followed him around for good deeds to thwart at first. Then, it turned out, it was exceedingly difficult to thwart that good deed. How was Sansa supposed to subvert children? Children had malleable souls, true, but that also meant that they had their own guardians and Cor himself being there…

Sansa should have deemed it a lost cause. Except.

Except…

Sometimes, when Sansa had no sins planned that day, she would watch Cor playing with the children and ached.

All of the Fallen woke at differing intervals, wings trembling and limbs malformed.

Sansa herself had found she had deformed jaws to make way for her newly large teeth. Like a wolf. Her own beautiful white wings had burned on the way down, the color turning into burning ember, flames of her anger licking the feathers, a fire that never died.

It hurt.

All of it hurt, all of their souls did. A change that happened like that, no matter how sturdy their very beings were, still ached. They were beings of perfection, formed without blemish. They were not made for changes. Their very psyche rebelled against it.

There was also the absence of their Father to contend with. For the first time in millennia, they were without him.

There was a great cry that rose up then, a great weeping.

Sansa stood up and howled her agony, her pain and her rage.

Everyone followed with their own screams, and perhaps it was because of that howl that none of the Fallen succumb to their despair.

Lucifer stood in the ashes of Samael and Sansa looked to him as did everyone, because while his wings were black, his eyes still shone with the light of creation. He, among all of them, had Light. Perhaps he led them to their downfall, but he also shone with the familiarity of home.

Sansa had a guilty secret from the forces of hell.

She loved to sew, to embroider.

Runes of protection, runes of love. Not Enochian, because no human made cloth could hold that majestic language, but the old Language of Solheim. It was enough to warm the cloth for winter and Sansa would drop it in strategic places where the homeless slept.

Sansa didn’t really care about the homeless, she just needed somewhere to dump old projects. She hated clutter and her apartment had very little space.

Cor was not to know.

Sansa sewed and did it without heaven or hell knowing.

Sansa and Cor had ‘dates’.

Well, Cor called it Equilibrium Meetings, to balance out Sansa’s aura. Sansa called it dates in her mind, because she loved to torture herself.

Cor sat across her and read a book and Sansa muttered irritably about Cor’s book. If he was reading, he wasn’t looking at her and she couldn’t see his lovely eyes. An irritated Cor would have eyes that flashed with his anger and divine light. It made his already lovely features breathtaking.

Then…

“What are you reading?” Sansa said, her usual question during the start of the meetings.

“Wolves, and how to take care of them,” Cor said in his lovely voice.

Sansa felt her metaphorical ruff stand up. Her more wolf-like features were hidden under carefully sewn glamours, but she and the wolf were one, he never went away.

“Are you thinking of getting a pet?” Sansa asked despite herself.

Cor looked at her, just a second of his attention, but Sansa felt it. “I don’t think you’d like it if I did,” Cor said.

Was he implying…? Sansa did not know what he was implying, but it was probably nothing good.

“’Wolves are cunning and extremely intelligent’,” Cor suddenly said, reading from the book. “’Some wolf hybrids are docile but most and all wolves are stronger, smarter and more independent than dogs.’” He snorted. “Smart indeed.”

Sansa, who had relaxed listening to his lovely voice, bristled again. “Are you implying that wolves are dumb?” she demanded.

He smiled, that quicksilver flash of humor that vanished quickly. “So dumb.”

Sansa raised her nose into the air in offense, turning away from him. Her stomach fluttered like mad when she heard him laugh.

Sansa felt her insides melt.

Lucifer was their rock in the strange new world they’d found themselves in, but soon, his very presence turned Sansa’s stomach.

She hated the sight of his eyes, for they reminded her of Father and the complete and utter absence of him.

“There is a new world that Father has created,” Sansa told Lucifer eventually, when she could no longer bear the sight of him. “I wish to corrupt it.”

Lucifer smiled. “Of course, my dear. I thought you would volunteer for it, your hatred still burns in you.”

He referred, of course, to the flames that danced in Sansa’s deep red wings.

Sansa climbed out of hell and met Cor.

That he didn’t immediately draw his sword was perhaps due to his mercy.

But Sansa was all out of mercy and attacked him immediately in rage.

Jeyne was, perhaps, Sansa’s only true friend.

That she was a wolf-child, borne of Sansa’s blood when she bled for the first time, was irrelevant. The child immediately decided to be Sansa’s friend.

A millennia of companionship and Jeyne had ideas about Cor.

“How was your date?” Jeyne asked.

Sansa harrumphed. “It was not a date, as I keep telling you. It is to mitigate my aura.”

Jeyne rolled her eyes. “Excuses. Did you enjoy yourself at least?”

Sansa couldn’t help the blush. Jeyne cackled and Sansa strategically retreated to her room. Sansa would own to being a coward and she had no shame in retreating.

In one of Sansa’s once a week schedule for chaos, she caused a shortage of coffee and switched what was available to decaf.

This time, the outcry made her laugh until tears dripped from her eyes.

“Inspired,” she giggled. “Their outrage.”

Cor landed outside of Sansa’s balcony and she would swear she didn’t squeak.

“Angel!” she exclaimed. “Hi.”

He leveled an unimpressed look at her. “I was drinking coffee. Sansa. I was enjoying my coffee.”

She giggled. “Perhaps it is time for you to switch to tea? I have some lovely chocolate tea you can try. May I tempt you with some?”

He softened, winching back his wings. “Alright. It better be good. I liked that coffee.”

She served him tea with a smile and he smiled back. The fluttering’s increased.

Oh no.

Cor talked her down from her anger.

It took ages and ages before she would show him her back and even then it made the hairs at the back of her neck prickle.

It was worth it though, because for the first time, someone preened Sansa’s wings.

She would never trust anyone in hell with her wings and her wolf-child didn’t know the first thing about wings. Cor, angel and tentatively trusted, knew to work the down into her feathers and to pluck the ones that needed loosing.

She settled into a puddle of contented demon on his lap and felt Cor turn stiff.

Immediately, Sansa launched herself away from him.

She had made him uncomfortable.

She thought.

She thought he didn’t mind her mouthful of fangs. Of the extra ribs that made her lungs bigger and more suitable for howling.

He minded. By the look in his face, he minded very much.

After that, Sansa never allowed Cor to touch more than her wings. If her body made him uncomfortable, then she would just hide her body from him.

During one of their not-dates, as Jeyne had taken to calling it, Cor held her hand.

Sansa was so stiff, he could have shattered her if he pushed her over.

“Cor, what are you doing?” she asked quietly.

Equally quietly, he said, “I’m holding your hand.”

Sansa took in a breath. Held it. Let it out through shuddering lungs.

“Alright,” she whispered.

“Shall I let go?” he asked.

Her grip tightened. “No, it’s alright.”

“It’s alright,” he agreed.

For a decade, Sansa ran away from Cor.

After that disastrous preening, Sansa ran and didn’t look back.

She caused several disasters without looking and hid away from Cor for a decade.

It took a few more years before she would trust him again and he touched her gently, almost achingly gently.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry,” she replied.

She didn’t know what he was apologizing for, but Sansa was sorry.

Sorry for falling, and sorry for making him uncomfortable.

Cor’s eyes burned with the light of creation and Sansa just hurt.

When Cor locked the window, Sansa was suspicious.

When Cor sat her down and asked, “May I kiss you,” Sansa wanted to run. So that’s why he locked the window. But there was still the door.

“Sansa,” he said, tugging at her hand, held loosely in his large one, where she can escape if she really wanted. “Centuries ago, during that first preening,” he said, finally talking about that moment, where he turned away from her in disgust.

Sansa turned stiff and tensed, ready to launch herself out of the window and damn the glass.

“No wait, listen,” he pleaded. “I haven’t. I wanted to touch you for ages, long before you fell and when I saw you again, I thought I was dreaming.”

“You’re serious?” she said through numb lips.

“I’ve loved you since you were following around Raphael in heaven!” he exclaimed. “Of course I don’t mind your extra additions, your teeth are lovely now too!”

Sansa wasn’t sure what size her eyes were, but she was sure they were wide. “I thought. We, heaven that is, were sure that you and the rest of the Fallen were dead. Then I saw you climb out of that hole and I was so happy, I could have cried,” he said. “You were still you, but you were different. I loved you still, and I wanted to know you again.”

“You were stiff,” she said. Sansa doesn’t know how she keeps talking.

“Because you were adorable and I wanted to hug you!” he said seriously. “I had to hold back. And then you ran away. For ten years!”

Sansa just. Blinked at him in surprise.

“So, may I kiss you?” he asked.

May I kiss you? Sansa thought incredulously. Is he serious????

Sansa climbed into his lap and carefully kissed him.

And Cor. Cor, battle angel and Michael’s right hand man, melted.

#fanfiction #SanCor #Sansa stark #cor leonis #ffxv #asoiaf #crossover #angels and demons #au #angst #prepare for tissues #ffxvxasoiaf

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synthsizedproductions · 3 years

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Short #1: Life Debt

CW: Strong language, abuse of power, cat attack

Have I told you the one about how I got my first pet? No? Oh, you’re in for a treat.

I lived a pretty normal life back then. Just a high school kid with a dead-end job, absent parents, and more mental instabilities than the whole of the Glennbrook Institution. You can bet I’m glad that madhouse didn’t exist when I was that age. The stories that come outta there…Tales for another time, eh?

Anyway, I walked everywhere because damned if I could afford gas. Or a car. Or a bike. Like I said, dead-end job. On top of that, my parents decided since I had a job, I should pay rent and shit. They said it was to teach me “responsibility” and “frugalness”. You know what it actually taught me? Landlords are dicks. Remember that lesson, kid. It’ll come in handy. Trust.

So, I’m walking to work. It’s this little shithole office with gray walls, gray carpets, and gray people. It didn’t help that the place was poorly lit. When I first started working there, I came in with a smile and a goofy bowtie covered in purple rubber dupkies. I thought it would make a good icebreaker with my new co-workers, and maybe I could make some friends for once. All I made was a scene when the boss man flipped his shit about it being loud and distracting. Good thing I need the job more than I wanted to sock that ass right in the nose. Now I learned that bosses were dicks, too. Another solid lesson.

Hm? What’s this got to do with my first pet? Gimme a minute, kid. Geeze. You first years are so impatient.

Anyway, so, I’m walking to work when I hear a cat screaming. Sounded like a fight. Normally, I wouldn’t bother investigating that kinda thing, but something didn’t sound right. Like, this fight wasn’t gunna be a fair one. I glanced at my watch. I was ahead of schedule. There was no way this would take longer than a few minutes. Just had to scare off a couple of cats, maybe a street dog or something.

So, I round the corner and that’s when I realize there weren’t just two cats facing off back there. It was a whole mess of cats, dozen or so, ganging up on this scrawny tabby cat who they had cornered between two buildings. These cats were mad. I had no idea what that one cat had done to piss off a whole colony, but I was certain it wasn’t going to survive this encounter.

I was considering booking it when the cat’s eyes locked on mine. One was blue, the other green. I could see how scared it was. Pits, I could almost feel how scared it was. My survival instincts, what few I had, disappeared and all I could think of was rescuing the tabby cat. I barreled my way through the crowd of felines, scooped their target up, and ran like it was my life on the line. When I heard the colony hissing and spitting behind me, I was no longer sure it wasn’t my blood they wanted. The tabby hissed over my shoulder, its tail whipping about and smacking me in the face as I fled.

I yelled in agony as one of the cats leapt upon me, digging its claws and teeth into my skin and ripping my work shirt. I threw the offender off and picked up my pace, my heart pounding harder than I’d ever felt before. I winced when the cat in my arms dug its nails into my shoulder, but my pain was forgotten when a shot of adrenaline hit me. I sprinted down the road faster than I’d ever gone before. I wasn’t sure how I was pushing myself that hard, but I didn’t care. I needed to get away from that crazy colony and maybe I could still make it to work on time.

I practically tumbled through the building’s entrance, scrambling away from the door when razor-sharp claws swiped at me from beneath it. I backed up until my back hit the reception desk.

~~~~~~

“Might wanna change up your cologne, hun. Looks like you’re attracting the wrong kind of pussy.” Maribelle grinned at me, but her expression fell when she saw my back. “They were out for blood, weren’t they? Better grab a shirt from lost and found before the boss sees you. Why were those cats coming after you?”

I moved to lift the cat I’d rescued to show her, but it was gone. I didn’t remember it leaving, but I figured the chase still had me on edge and I could have missed it. “Um, I guess I just pissed them off.” Before Maribelle could ask any further questions, I darted into the storage closet, found a shirt that would fit me, and made my way to my desk like it was any normal day. I sat down and began my data entry, losing myself in the monotony.

My concentration was broken when I felt something brush against my leg. I looked under my desk to find the eerie feline staring at me. “There you are. How did you get up here?” I looked around before scooping the cat up and placing it in my lap. It purred louder than my brother’s motorcycle. I’d never had a pet. My parents were both allergic to pretty much every animal. I tried to talk them into getting me one of those newfangled Fazyn since they’re designed in the lab to be hypoallergenic, but they also cost more than my family made in a year.

I smiled down at the content creature. “If you behave and stay hidden, you can stay.” It settled in my lap, purring in great contentment as I pet the cat. I didn’t let myself get too distracted. I still had a job to do and the end of my shift was hours away. Despite the mountain of tasks on my plate, I calmly meandered through them, taking a moment to pet the tabby after every few files.

“Gravtik!”

I fell out of my chair when my boss screamed my last name, looking up at the red-faced Dwarf in utter confusion. I whipped my head around to find the cat, but it had disappeared.

He glared down at me with his hands on his hips. “You’re behind on your daily quota. I told you the next time I caught you slacking off that your ass was on the line. I do not have time for lazy losers like you. Get up, get back to work. You’re working through lunch.” He stomped away before I could respond.

I righted my chair and moved to sit in it, but stopped short before I sat on the tabby cat. “You certainly have a knack for disappearing at the right time.” I shooed the cat from my chair and sat down. I held a hand in front of its nose when it tried to jump into my lap again. “No, no, no. I need to focus. You’re bad for my focus.”

It blinked at me and tilted its head one way and then the other, its ears twitching. I stifled a yelp when the cat bit my ankle. I leaned down to scold the animal but was suddenly hit with a wave of energy like I’d downed every coffee in the city all at once. I gazed at my computer in a daze and placed my hands on my keyboard. My fingers went into overdrive as I ran through the documents I was working with. I completed more in ten minutes than I had in the last week. I panted when all of the assignments were complete, my hands all but useless. The tabby rubbed against my leg before leaping into my lap again and I laid my shaking hands on the feline’s back, its warmth and purring soothing the aches in my joints.

“Gravtik!”

I closed my eyes and sighed when the burly man in a suit stormed over to me. “What’s up, boss? I finished all of my work.”

He crossed his arms. “I saw that. You even did it with higher accuracy than is actually possible for a person. What did you do? What program did you download on our computers?”

I shook my head and stared at him in bewilderment. “What? I didn’t do anything that I don’t normally. I guess I just really wanted my lunch today.”

My boss grinned at me with a wicked look in his eyes. “I actually came down here to tell you that since you did such a fast, efficient job, the execs want you to work through lunch anyway. I told them you wouldn’t mind.”

My computer beeped and my task list filled in an instant. I felt a mix of anger and despair which burned in my chest. I watched my boss leave, my hands clamped around the arms of my chair. The cat mewed at me and the heat of my rage cooled. “How did he not see you?”

I watched my coworkers shuffle away to eat their gray food in the gray breakroom and my stomach growled. “I really could have used that lunch break. Gilbert’s is still open and I could go for some nice hot chili.” I closed my eyes and imagined the mild, smoky smell Gill managed to balance just right. I could practically smell it.

That’s when I realized, I did smell it. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by an enormous takeout container filled to the brim with chili, steam wafting into the air. I looked around and tried to find whoever left this feast for me. There was no one. No one but me and the tabby. I narrowed my eyes at the cat who had an oddly satisfied look. “How did…did you…? No, that’s not possible. Maribelle must have snuck up here.”

I knew I should have just gotten back to work. If the boss caught me eating at my desk, that would be it for me. My belly growled to remind me I hadn’t eaten at school. Or before leaving my house. The delicious scent was too enticing to resist. I shoveled my food into my mouth as I worked, trying to push myself to work at the impossible pace I had minutes before to no avail.

“Gravtik!”

I froze with my last spoonful of chili on my spoon, my heart sinking when he stormed his way to my cubicle again. “What do you think you’re doing? How did you even get that in here? You know what? I don’t care. This is the final straw, Gravtik. Pack up your desk and get out before I have security escort you out. Good luck getting another job in this field. I’ll get you blacklisted so fast your head will spin.”

The tabby jumped onto my desk and stoically stared at my now dumbfounded boss with contempt written on its face. I didn’t even think cats could make expressions like that. “I would reconsider whose head is up for spinning, underling.” My boss and I stared at the creature on my desk. Its mouth hadn’t moved, the words projected into our minds.

My boss took a step back as his face paled. “What the fuck is going on? Gravtik! C-control that animal!”

The cat and I looked at each other and I shook my head. “I think you might be confused about the relationship between me and…um, what’s your name?”

Its tail flicked so fast it appeared the tabby had multiple tails. “You would not be able to speak my name. Even if your vocal cords could make the correct sounds, it would likely drive you mad to speak. But you may call me Tom.”

“Tom? Like, a Tomcat?”

Tom tilted his head. “I had not considered that when choosing my name. I’ll have to keep that one.” The cat’s attention snapped back to my trembling boss. “You have been quite cruel to my new friend. As he has saved my life, I owe him a life debt. However, I cannot stand cruelty for cruelty’s sake., so this one is free.” Tom flung himself at my boss and a black hole appeared underneath him, swallowing him whole and closing just at the cat’s feet touched the ground.

My eyes went wide. “Where did he go? What’s going to happen to him?”

Tom dug his claws into the carpet and stretched as far as he could. “He is in the cruelty box. What happens next is up to him. You are unlikely to see him again. He seems like the stubborn type.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “So, how do I explain his disappearance?”

Tom gave me a puzzled look. “Why would you need to explain this at all? He is gone. He will be replaced. The universe will right itself.”

I flopped down in my chair. “What is that supposed to mean? What are you?”

Tom climbed into my lap again and settled. “What I am is complicated. To put it in a way you will understand, I am an Elder Deity and I am trapped on your plane of existence. I seek a way home but have been unsuccessful thus far. I was trying to blend in with those cats, however, they were less than pleased by my presence.”

I scratched him behind his ear. “Wait, why couldn’t you just do to those cats like you did to him?”

Tom purred with a satisfied grin when I found a good spot. “I was running low on Magic. It takes quite a bit to maintain this form so I may walk among you Mortals.”

I frowned, uncertain I wanted the answer to my next question. “Then how did you do it now?”

Tom yawned and I caught sight of an impossible number of teeth in his mouth. “You chose to save me. I chose to empower you so we could both escape. As I said, I owe you a life debt. A life debt that now connects us until the universe has deemed our transaction complete.”

I tried to process his words…thoughts…This was all so confusing. “So, are you saying you’re feeding off of me so you can fuel your Magic?”

Tom laid his head on his paws. “If that is how you wish to see it, though you are describing a parasite, which I am not. This isn’t a one-way exchange. Did you not appreciate the help I gave you with running or getting your work done? Did I not make your life a little easier?”

I couldn’t refute his words. It had been nice to feel more than just a scrawny teenager with no future prospects. “So, what am I supposed to do now?”

The cat shrugged and stretched out on my lap. “That food I retrieved for you smelled very good. We should get more.”

Before I knew what was happening, I was walking out of the building with Tom draped over my shoulders and straight for Gilbert’s Bar. “Hey! This is my body. You don’t get to just control it.” My body stopped moving and my feet felt rooted.

Tom hopped down and stared up at me with glowing eyes. “We should come to an understanding.” His shadow morphed into a far larger creature with six tentacle-like tails. One of the shadow tails shot at me, burying itself in my chest and wrapping around my heart. “This is OUR body right now. I owe you a life debt, but do not forget which one of us holds the power in this exchange. I cannot kill you, but I can make your life miserable and filled with pain. Do you understand your predicament?”

I nodded, gasping when the pressure on my heart dissipated. I took shaky breaths and touched my chest, my heart beating in an irregular way until Tom jumped onto my shoulder again. “So, how about we get that chili.”

~~~~~~

And from that day forward, Tom was my constant companion. Hm? Where is he now? Sorry, kid. That’ll have to wait for another day. Go on. Get to class before I get you in trouble.

This story was inspired by this tweet from @hoplitnet.

#Enlightened #Content Warnings #Shorts

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thinkyoureholy · 4 years

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Soul Eater [7]

Pairing : Jung Yunho / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death?, Demon! AU

Words : 4.4k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9.

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-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I glared at her, making sure Ceri didn’t try and make a move from where he stood, “Did he send you here?”

She smirked rolling her shoulders, flexing her fingers, “Why do you think he sent me?”

“Because you don’t do anything without his go ahead, like an obedient dog waiting for it’s master to tell it to walk.”

She set her jaw at my words, her eyes glowing brighter than ever, “Watch that mouth of yours, one day it’s going to be the thing that kills you.”

I gave her a mocking grin, relaxing my stance, “And you’re gonna be the one that kills me? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Are you underestimating the power of a deadly sin?”

“What if I am? You’ve never been able to beat me in a fight what makes you think you can beat me now?”

She let out what resembled a growl and charged at me. I easily dodged her attack, sensing Ceri charging from my right. I side stepped him as well, watching the two of them collide. I snickered as I stood back and watched her push him off of her. But all humor left the moment I heard her next words.

“Ceri, you idiot what are you still doing here? Go and deal with that human of hers already!”

The blood in my veins ran cold, my mind going blank. Yunho? Why would they target Yunho? How do they even know about him? And what makes them think they can use him as leverage over me? Yunho is-- I cut that thought off the moment I realized my legs started moving before I could even stop myself.

I let out an animalistic growl as I tackled her to the ground, swinging a wing out at Ceri. He flew back into a tree, the trunk of the tree snapping in half. I heard him groan in pain but my sole focus was on her. I dug my claws into her shoulders, pinning her to the ground.

"Touch him and I swear, I fucking swear to you that I will tear every limb from your body, gouge out your eyes, tear your tongue out of your mouth, and rip your guts out. I'll torture you over and over again until you're begging for mercy, until you're begging me to kill you. The shit we went through in our first twenty years after death will be child's play compared to what I'll do to you." I spat out, digging my claws deeper and deeper into her with every word.

She stared up at me wide eyed, the fear in her eyes clear...yet she still had the gall to smirk up at me, "Before you threaten me maybe you should pay attention to Ceri."

My heart dropped at her words, my head snapping up to see he was nowhere in sight. No...don't tell me-

I groaned out in pain, falling back against the hard ground with a thud. She had thrown me off of her with so much force I basically flew across the field, just barely managing to avoid a tree just a few feet behind me. I quickly sprang to my feet only to have her tackle me to the ground, pinning me down the same way I had pinned her down. I grit my teeth as her claws dug deep.

"Don't think lightly of me, Y/N. I'll kill you here and now for all the humiliation you've put me through all these years." She growled in my face, glaring at me with a deep hatred in her eyes, "Because of you I'm never taken seriously, even as a deadly sin. All the sins are feared, all of them, all but me. The other demons don't even so much as bat an eye at me because they've all witnessed the shameful shit you've put me through. Well it all ends now."

Her grip on me tightened, a sickening crunch coming from one of my shoulders but I refused to show her the pain I was going through. Instead I reached up to wrap my hands around her wrists, squeezing so hard they both snapped, her grip on me becoming almost nonexistent. I shoved her off of me and stood up, reaching down to grab at her collar. I pulled my arm back and swung at her, hitting her square in the jaw. And I went to do it again but she brought her heavy wing down on my arm, snapping my radius in two. With a hiss of pain I let her fall to the ground, stumbling back as I cradled my arm to my body. I grit my teeth as I looked down at the damage, already seeing it start to heal. The moment it healed completely I looked back up, ready to go at her again but she was nowhere to be seen. I looked around frantically, still not seeing her.

Just as I cursed under my breath I felt a weight pressing down on my shoulders, shoving me face first into hard ground. I groaned at the pressure of her entire body on my back. I tried getting out from under her but she wouldn't budge. I felt her sink her claws into my shoulder, her hand wrapping around the base of one of my wings. My heart jumped in my throat when I realized what she was about to do.

“Don’t-”

I let out a blood curdling scream when she began to pull, cutting my own protests off. I clawed at the ground underneath me, doing everything I could to get her off of me but nothing I tried worked. Did I really underestimate her this much? Where the hell was this strength coming from? She’s never been able to beat me in a fight so why is she suddenly able to overpower me? Is it because she’s a deadly sin? Is this the extent of their power?

I want it.

The moment I had that thought an overwhelming sense of power surged through my veins. The anger I had felt before doubled-no it multiplied...it felt at least twenty times more intense. With a growl I pushed myself up on trembling arms. I heard her hum in confusion but that didn’t stop her from continuing to pull on my wing. Another growl left my mouth as I reached behind me, grabbing onto her arm, her claws that were buried deep in my shoulder coming out as I finally pulled her off of me. I threw her away from me, watching her collide with a nearby tree. The tree did nothing to slow her down as it split in two, Pride skidding across the hard ground before coming to a stop. I stayed where I was, making no move to go after her. The rage I’m feeling coursing through my veins was too much for me to handle. I felt like I’d burst at the seams if I moved.

My chest rose and fell with every breath I took, my hands trembled at my sides, the pain in my back was drowned out by everything else I was feeling. I didn’t even realize that my left wing just hung limply behind me. I couldn’t even focus on Pride as she lay still on the ground. I ground my teeth at what I felt next, trying to control myself. The blood in my veins felt like it was boiling, my whole body felt like I was overheating. What the hell is going on?

I didn’t get the chance to think it through more than I would’ve liked. Within the next second I felt a presence charging straight towards me. I looked up to see it was Pride. Seeing her run at me had the rage I was feeling intensify. My body felt stronger, faster, more in tune with itself as I dodged her effortlessly. I grabbed at her arm as I dodged her punch, squeezing tightly.

-Pride’s P.O.V-

My eyes widened in shock at what I saw. I pushed myself off the ground, letting out a grunt at the pain in my back but the pain vanished just as quickly as it had come. I looked over at Y/N, watching her just standing there, not moving a single muscle...I even wondered if she was breathing.

I winced as I took a step forward but that’s as far as I got. I froze the moment I noticed the aura around her. I stumbled back at the sight of it, my heart sinking to the pit of my stomach. Are you fucking kidding me? No...it can’t be. It’s been over three thousand years...and we can’t reincarnate yet...this aura...it’s his, I’m sure of it. But why now? Why her? I cursed under my breath, clenching my hands into fists at my sides as the puzzle finally fell into place. Lucifer must’ve known...this must be the reason why he’s been after her for so long and why he’s so lenient with her.

Wrath...the original Wrath has been reincarnated, defying all laws to come back once more and wreak havoc. All of us were the original sins...all but Wrath who had foolishly died while challenging our Lord. I was told sins weren’t allowed to reincarnate and I’d think that rule would apply to Wrath most of all but there was no denying that this aura, this crushing power I felt coming from her was his. He’s come back...and it seems more powerful than ever.

I knew there was no way I’d be able to beat her but I had to try, at least while she’s still unaware of the power she held. I have to get rid of her before she finds out. With that thought in mind I charged at her, throwing a swing as soon as I got close enough but all she had to do was sidestep me to dodge my attacks. My eyes widened, wincing as she grabbed onto my arm before I could retract my arm. She’s faster than Greed, shit, so this just confirms what I already knew. The only one that had Greed beat in speed was Wrath...just what the hell did I get myself into?

I didn’t have the chance to back down now as she kicked my legs out from under me. I fell on my side hard, not having enough time to pull myself together before her foot made contact with my stomach. I cursed, feeling and hearing a couple ribs break. I moved through the pain, pushing myself off the ground and attacking once more. I attacked again and again but she dodged everything I threw at her, landing a hit on me herself every time I missed.

I stumbled back, bruised and bloodied all over, my left arm hanging at my side limply. I had tried blocking some of her attacks with my left arm but the damage it sustained...I don’t think it’ll be able to heal properly, it’s totally mangled. I have a feeling she’s not going to let me leave with my life, damn it. Today was supposed to be the day I surpass her and finally kill her off but with her strength...there’s no way I’d ever beat her now.

“Damn you!” I cried out, frustrated at how things didn’t go my way.

What frustrates me more than anything is how she didn’t even break a sweat, sure she was covered in blood but none of it was her own...it was my blood she was covered in.

“Why won’t you just fucking die?! I’m sick and tired of you!”

At this point I was just letting it all out with my words. My body felt like it’d give out any second.

“Sore loser are we? Why don’t you just shut up already?” She let out with a chuckle, a warped smile playing at her lips.

She took a step towards me, the fire in her eyes burning brighter than ever. I flinched back at seeing her start to come to me, a wave of fear washed over me.

“Ceri!” I yelled out, knowing he’d hear me...and he did.

Within the next second he appeared...but he wasn’t alone.

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

My eyes grew in size at the sight before me. Yunho had appeared just a few feet away from me but he wasn’t alone. Ceri had a beaten up Mingi grabbed by the collar with one hand and the other was wrapped tightly around Yunho’s wrist. At seeing him touching Yunho so carelessly the anger in me flared up once more.

“Let him go!” I growled out, turning my attention away from Pride.

Ceri chuckled smugly, his grip on Yunho’s arm tightened, Yunho letting out a cry as he fell to his knees, “Or what? What are you going to do if I don’t let him go, huh?”

I bared my teeth, my eyes darting from Ceri to Yunho who was kneeling on the floor from the pain, clawing at Ceri to get him to let go. I took a step towards them but stopped when Yunho let out a strangled cry of pain. My hands trembled at the sight, this feeling inside me so strong I didn’t know what to do.

“I knew it...he’s really that precious to you isn’t he? I can’t believe it. The lone wolf has finally found something she’s willing to protect...interesting.” He began, a devilish grin on his face, “I wonder what’ll happen if I kill him.”

“Ceri no! Don’t provoke her! She’s not the same anymore! Wrath--he’s reincarnated!” Pride shouted, her voice oozing with fear.

Ceri’s smile fell as her words sunk in. I didn’t know what she meant and at the moment I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was getting Yunho away from Ceri and out of harm’s way but I can’t even move towards them with Ceri holding him in a death grip.

“Impossible...you--you can’t reincarnate. Once a sin dies there’s no way you get to come back…” He trailed off, staring at me wide eyed.

“But it’s true! That power, speed, aura...that pure rage it’s all his! Ceri let them go! You’re no match for her!”

“I suggest you listen to her if you want to leave here alive.” I spat out, digging my claws into my palms.

The only thing keeping me from wringing his neck was the fear of Ceri hurting or even killing Yunho before I got to him. Ceri grit his teeth before he let them go, going over to Pride as quickly as he could. As soon as he let them go I made my way over to them, catching Yunho before he fell forward. Mingi staggered on his feet for a moment before finally regaining his balance.

“You’re lucky I was with Yun when he appear…” Mingi mumbled, his eyes glued on Ceri and Pride.

“And I can’t thank you enough for protecting him."

"Well don't."

"Don't what?"

"Thank me. This is your fault to begin with so I don't need thanks for cleaning up your mess. And for fuck's sake what the hell is up with those horns on your head?" He asked, catching me completely off guard.

I tilted my head to the side ever so slightly, raising a brow as I brought a hand up to my head, "Horns? What h-"

I have horns?!?!?!

I kept touching the newly formed horns, my eyes practically bulging out of my head, "SINCE WHEN DO I HAVE HORNS?!?!?! DO WE USUALLY SPROUT HORNS RANDOMLY?!?!?! MINGI, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!?"

"How the hell should I know?! Stop yelling! We have more important things to take care of!" He hollered, glancing over his shoulder briefly.

"What is more important-"

"I'd think I qualify as being more important."

My blood ran cold at the sound of his voice. I turned to Yunho immediately, spotting the hood hanging from his shoulders. I pulled it over his head, making sure his peripheral vision was blocked. I placed my hands on either side of his head, forcing him to look at me.

"Yunho I need you to listen to me very carefully. You are to keep your head down and close your eyes until I tell you you can open them, alright?" I spoke quickly, keeping his focus on me and hoping he wouldn't try to look around.

To my surprise he nodded at my words, a look of complete terror in his eyes. I frowned at the look in his eyes, leaning forward impulsively to rest my forehead against his and thread my fingers through his hair.

"I won't let anything else happen to you, okay? I'll protect you...even if it costs me my life I'll keep you alive."

He said nothing, just stared into my eyes with a dazed look. I gave him a small smile, beginning to pull away but stopped when he wrapped his fingers around my wrist.

"Don't die." He whispered out, his lips barely moving.

I chuckled softly, gently prying his fingers off my wrist and readjusted the hood over his head, "They've been trying to get rid of me for half a millennium...they won't be able to kill me that easily. "

With that I finally pulled away, going to stand next to Mingi whose wounds have already healed. He gave me a quick look before looking over at the three across from us.

"Some friend you are...dragging me into your mess." He grumbled but his words carried a light tone to them.

I scoffed but let the smallest of smiles pull at the corner of my lips, "I always knew I could count on you."

Now it was his turn to scoff but he didn't move to say any more. I turned my attention to Lucifer who had appeared just as it looked like Ceri and Pride were retreating. Both Mingi and I got into a fighting stance, ready to take him on.

He had a mischievous grin on his face, "As glad as I am to see that you've finally awakened I'm not here to fight...though I do wonder how much your strength has improved. I'm only here to pick up these idiots," He mused, placing a hand on Ceri and Pride's shoulders, "I suggest you worry about that human for now...I'll call for you in due time."

And with that he disappeared, taking those two with him. The moment they were out of sight I let out a sigh of relief, relaxing my shoulders as I shifted back. Mingi also let his shoulders slump, falling back on his ass. He propped a knee up, resting an elbow on it before he buried his face in his hand. I dropped down onto my knees next to him, suddenly feeling exhausted. I was more than ready to fight if that’s what Lucifer wanted but now that he’s gone all I felt was exhaustion. I rubbed my hands over my face before turning slightly and sitting down properly. I reached out to place a gentle hand atop Yunho’s head, pulling his hood off seconds later.

“You can open your eyes now.” I said softly.

I took off the sweater I was wearing, setting it aside as I tore a piece of the bottom of the shirt I was wearing. Once I was satisfied with the piece of fabric I slipped my sweater back on, silently reaching over to grab Yunho’s arm but he flinched back the moment my fingers grazed his skin. I frowned at the action, hoping he flinched back because of the pain and not because he was frightened of me.

“I need to cover up your wounds Yunho...you’re still bleeding...quite heavily at that,” I muttered, “Is it broken by any chance?”

He kept quiet for a moment before giving a shake of his head, “It...just hurts...a lot.”

I nodded, reaching out to grab his hand this time, carefully moving his arm over to me so I could wrap the piece of cloth around it, “Well...the pain is a good sign that you're alive so there’s that. In any case...I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For dragging you into this mess. They only targeted you because they knew of the connection the two of us had to one another. I don’t know how they found out but the moment they did, they didn’t hesitate to use you against me,” I explained, gently placing his bandaged arm back at his side, “And they won’t be the last ones to come after you to get to me. I’ve made more enemies than friends in my time as a demon.”

Silence settled over us, the starless sky looming overhead. I need to get him to agree to the cancellation of our deal. As much as he gets on my nerves he’s still just an innocent bystander, a human with the purest aura I’ve ever seen. He should be as far away from all this, from me, as he possibly can. And I...I need to figure out what the hell is happening with myself as well and I can’t do that if I’m constantly looking out for him. I need to figure out what Lucifer meant by me ‘awakening’, what these new horns mean, and what the hell that was that I felt moments after throwing Pride across the field. There’s so much shit I’ve got on my plate and Yunho is that last human that should be dragged into it.

“Yunho.” I mumbled out his name, looking over at him.

He just stared back, quietly waiting for me to continue.

“Cancel the deal.”

He opened his mouth, surely to protest but I cut him off before he could even get started.

“I can’t fight and protect you at the same time. It’d be easier to just cancel the deal and completely disappear from your life. The moment I cut all ties with you no demon would have any reason to target you ever again. You can carry on with your life, oblivious to the existence of demons. You can go back to your normal life...all you gotta do is say the word and-”

“No.” He said resolutely, cutting me off, a look I’ve seen every time I brought this up in his eyes, “My answer was no the first time you asked, it’s no now, and it’ll continue to be no. No matter how many times you ask me--no… demand me to cancel our deal my response will always be the same.”

“Yunho you’re not being reasonable. Do you not care about your own well-being?” Mingi asked, speaking for the first time, “You still have so much to live for. You, unlike so many others, are fated to ascended to Heaven...not fall to Hell. Your future is at stake here. We--we’re already dead Yunho...we’re paying for committing the greatest sin of all, selling our souls. But you have the chance to save yourself why-”

“You can’t possibly expect me to cancel the deal when I know there’s a heavy price she’ll have to pay for breaking it! I’m not an idiot! I know breaking a deal should have consequences!” Yunho suddenly shouted, surprising both Mingi and I.

Mingi gave him an incredulous look before his face twisted in anger, “Of course there’s consequences you idiot! And she’s more than ready to face them!”

“Mingi…”

“She’s prepared to spend another thousand years in Hell for you!!”

“Mingi enough!” I yelled, glaring at him.

He simmered down at the sight of the glare but before he could say anything Yunho beat him to it...in a voice I had never heard him use before.

“You--you’d have to spend another thousand years down there?” He questioned meekly, his eyes pleading with my own.

The frown on my face deepened at the look he was giving me...I couldn’t find it in myself to lie to him...at least not about this, “Yes. Those thousand years you are automatically sentenced to when you sell your soul...would be added to my own sentence.”

“And how long do you have until you’ve finished your own sentence?”

I didn’t move to respond. I knew the moment he heard the answer it’d be harder for me to convince him to cancel the deal. But Yunho wasn’t going to let me escape from answering him.

“Tell me...please.” He practically begged me in a broken voice.

The sound of it had me answering before I could stop myself, “Less than a year now...eight months to be exact. And then I...I finally get to rest.”

“Now there’s no way I’d ever agree to it.” He let out in a whisper, barely audible

“Yunho-”

I brought a hand out, placing it on Mingi’s shoulder to silence him. His eyes told me he didn’t want to just let this go but I shook my head.

“We can discuss this further another time.”

“There’s nothing to discuss. I-”

“Yunho that’s enough. All I want to do at the moment is get you somewhere safe and treat your arm properly. Now just sit there and be quiet while I figure everything out.” I cut him off, my tone of voice leaving no room for anymore arguing.

He shut his mouth and did as told. I turned back to Mingi, closing my eyes for a moment before letting out a sigh and opening them.

“How damaged is his place?”

“The living room and kitchen will take some time to fix up but the bedroom and bathroom are untouched.” Mingi explained without missing a beat.

“Even if we get it fixed it’d be better for the both of us to just stay in one single place. I’d be able to keep a better eye on him.” I said before pausing for a moment, “Can I ask you to pack his bags for him while I treat his wounds at my place? Bring them up when you’re done.”

“Wait wait wait. Are you telling me to move into your place?!” Yunho spoke up his voice going up to a higher pitch.

“Well it’s the only way I’ll be able to keep a close eye on you. Besides your place is trashed so it’s not like I can move in. It’ll only be temporary...until everything settles down,” I told him, giving him a small smile before placing my hand atop his head and ruffling his hair, “I’ll keep you safe...I promise.”

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 5 years

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Humans are Space Orcs “Stress”

I thought about this idea during finals week for obvious reasons. As for some of the other stuff, I am still trying to figure out what I want to do. My motivation likes to come and go at odd moments, so the longer, more complicated stuff that requires research is eluding me at the moment, but I hope you all like it :)

Humanity was crafted in the fire of adversity. On a planet where everything is stronger, faster, and more dangerous than them, they still manage reign supreme. Looking back at their history, the human came down from the trees and developed primarily on hot, hostile prairies of Africa relying on their small bands of family to keep them safe.

Due to the hostile nature of their planet the human has one of the most remarkable and advanced reactions to stress in the sympathetic response of their body, known as the fight or flight system. In response to say, sight of a predator, the human brain immediately releases stress hormones into the blood activating adrenaline and cortisol production. In states like these humans, run faster, jump higher, react quicker, feel less pain, increase their strength, and recognize more frames per second (described by humans as the world slowing down). Additionally the sympathetic response shuts down all parasympathetic actions, which include digestion, growth, ovulation, sex drive, hunger, and other additional functions.

However, this remarkable stress system, which the humans are renowned for, has one horrible downside….. The human body cannot tell the difference between the stress of a predator attack or the stress of a long-term work environment. The human body reacts to deadlines the same way it evolved to react to the chase on the prairies thousands of years ago. Chronic stress is one of the largest dangers posed to your human companions, and should be taken seriously. Long term effects of stress can results in depressed immune systems, sickness, skin problems, high blood pressure, cardiovascular issues, digestive issues, sexual dysfunction, depression, anxiety etc.

Chronic stress is a human’s worst enemy.

***

“I swear by all nine circles of Dante’s hell that if the assembly refuses to hear me out than we are going to have galaxy wide rioting on our hands, and you know who is going to have to deal with it. Me, yeah that’s right, me, just like every other riot, protest, demonstration and sit-in this side of the sector. Just let them be together if they really want, just get them immunized first, Damn!” Commander Vir marched onto the bridge angrily pulling on his jacket and throwing himself down in the Captain’s chair, “Four hours of sleep last night, four, and I have to tell you I am sick and tired of this shit. LIEUTENANT!”

“Yes, Sir.” She asked hesitantly

“What do we have TODAY? What could have possible gone wrong on this fine morning?” The man snarled sarcastically. Krill glanced at Sunny with a worried expression. This was hardly behavior they had come to expect from their friend.

“Well sir, paperwork, as usual, and then you have a conference with the GA at 9, and a report due to the Fleet Admiral at 10. Captain Kamma and Captain Roll need your opinion on dealing with a Finneri dispute over airspace in the Alpha sector, plus the ship is due for routine maintenance, but there is still a little matter about that Vrul scientist that the GA wants transported back to HQ. If you have the reports, I can send them in now…..” She trailed off.

Commander Vir took a deep breath and rested his forehead against one hand messaging his temples, “I haven’t finished the reports yet, I haven’t had enough time to finish the reports, I was doing more important things than finishing the reports like…. Oh, I don’t know trying to put down riots and prevent luting. I think humanity’s public image is more important than some stupid piece of paper. Kind of hard to get anything done when you are trying to keep the entirety of the GA to stop seeing humans as violent militants.”

“Sir, I can-“

“No, I will have the stupid reports done, just give me an hour.” He stood from his chair, “Walk with me.” The supporting crew barely had time to leap from their seats and follow after the man as he marched out of the room. Usually silent, the prosthetic on his leg whirred with excess power as if aware of the man’s agitation. Sunny followed behind the only one able to keep up without jogging. She held Krill by the hand as he floated behind her. Commander Vir answered rapid fire questions left and right as he marched on down the hall. A marine appeared form one of the side halls.

“Captain,”

“Make it quick, Corporal.” The man fell into a jogging step beside him.

“Uh, yes Commander, there seems to be a problem.” A single green eye turned upon the man and narrowed. The entire crew stiffened a little. Krill hid behind Sunny’s bulk. The entire crew had been on edge for weeks now. All of them begged to whatever deity out there that things would get better for their Commander. The crew, once so laid back, and relaxing now found themselves in an enviornment of stress like a rubber band close to sapping, all caused by a triangular ripple effect coming down from on high. When the Commander wasn’t happy, no one was.

Generally, goofy, friendly, social, and fun, the man had slowly grown, irritable, reclusive, and tense as sarcasm and jokes began to fly right over his head….. Accept for the biter angry kind.

“What NOW.”

“Well, sir, the last armament shipment….. well they got our order wrong. We got only two cases of .223.” The man had to speed up a little to keep up

“Two cases! The F*ck are we supposed to do with that. We needed two Pallets not two cases.”

“Yes sir, I know but-“

“Ahg never mind, I’ll call in to the supply department later.” He coughed once or twice, wiping his mouth before pushing past the marine and into the chow hall marching up to the coffee maker and angrily shoving mug under the nozzle. Another glance was exchanged between Sunny and Krill, the man didn’t drink coffee at least he hadn’t until about a week ago. All around, the breakfast crowd looked up from their meals nervously fiddling with their forks and spoons as they watched.

Cup filled up, the man turned in a circle.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Could it have been the unusual power of the prosthetic, the fact that he turned in the direction of his missing eye, or could it have just been coincidence that his leg knocked against the counter sending a wave of hot liquid over his arm and onto the floor as the cup dropped from his hands. The entire room went silent, which only made the shattering of the glass louder followed by the string of abusive, vulgar curses spilling form the man’s mouth that much more poignant. Sure, he wasn’t opposed to cursing, but THAT was excessive.

He waved his arm hissing in pain. Before growing silent, horribly silent. The entire room was still hands raised halfway to their mouths food dripping form forks. He stood very still shoulders hunched hands clenched into half claws. From their position, Krill and sunny watched as the man’s slow, even breathing began to speed up, blood rushed up to his face, a vein pulsed in his neck.

The expression that came over the human’s face was one of pure animal rage completely out of place in such a setting. Humans and Drev alike ducked for cover, especially telling when it came to the humans, as the man spun in a circle and violently ripped the machine from the wall and throwing it to the floor. Glass and plastic shattered, but that didn’t seem to be enough. The advanced military prosthetic, sensing his anger, whirred to life powerful hydraulics and pistons crackling to life as he engaged the foot. Metal screeched and screamed as it was crushed. Crewmembers cowered further under their tables as the wreckage was kicked violently into the air. The power of the prosthetic sent it halfway across the room where it smashed into the ground shattering whatever piece of equipment was left.

Then slowly they looked up watching as the man spun in an agitated circle, paced to the right, then to the left before screaming through his teeth and running out of the room leaving a scene of carnage behind him.

***

Krill and Sunny found him three hours later forced to explain to the admiral and the GA of the commander’s absence.

They found him in a service tunnel running the side of the engine room sitting in the red emergency lights on the floor with his legs curled to his chest, and his arms about his dog’s neck. The animal had her head resting on his shoulder tail tucked between her legs as if she knew something was terribly wrong.

Sunny had trouble squirming through the close opening, but eventually hauled her bulk into the small space, “Adam?”

The man didn’t look up but a desperate chuckle broke from his lips cracked and breathless, “Great, just what I needed, for you guys to see me like this…… what did the admiral say? Am I fired?”

Krill scuttled around the side of Sunny squeezing himself past her bulk with a huff, “Commander, why would they fire you. Preposterous, that doesn’t make any sense.”

Sunny managed to make it to her knees and then into a low crouch, “Vir, the Admiral actually said that…. Now maybe you’ll understand because I didn’t and I quote, ‘I’m impressed the boy managed to make it this long, my first breakdown was two weeks after I started, and I nearly ran my car into a tree.”

The dog whimpered as the man lifted his head, throwing it back with a shaky breath, “You don’t have to try and make me feel better Sunny. The damage is done, I messed up, and I lost in in front of the crew like a child, and I can’t help but think about how much of a jackass I’ve been for the last few weeks. I’m garbage at this, I should never have taken the job.”

Krill huffed scuttling down the short hallway and over to the man, “Oh what is it you humans say…… pity party is over. Man up and talk to us, you are being horribly illogical, and that is something I cannot abide. Start from the beginning and tell us what’s wrong so we can fix it. You ARE the commander of this ship and you deserve to be here, so might as well fix the problem while we can.”

Fifteen minute later, Krill had ushered them out of the engine room and back to his infirmary where the Commander now hunched on the edge of one of the beds elbows resting on his knees as he stared down at the floor. Krill bustled around him like krill always did examining his burned arm, if there was a problem, he fixed it. That’s just the way he was, Sunny listened.

He rubbed the sides of his head again, “I’ve just been so….. Stressed, I have so much to do, and I don’t have enough time, everyone is counting on me, and now with the riots…. I just….. my body is falling apart, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat because when I do I get nauseous, my head hurts all the time, I’ve bene sick for like…. I don’t know, a month. Feels like my heart never slows down, and someone has their hand around my chest just…. Squeezing. Plus.” He lifted up his shirt exposing his pale stomach, and the livid red bumps across his stomach raised and strangely discolored, “I broke out in hives yesterday, haven’t done that since I was a kid.”

Krill paused shooting the man a glower, hands resting on his hip equivalent, “And you never thought to, oh I don’t know talk to a DOCTOR because you don’t have one of those just conveniently lying around.”

Vir rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh, “I…. its stress related Krill, there’s nothing you can do medically for me.” Sunny had moved at this point slowly walking over towards her two friends, and before Krill or Vir could say anything, she pulled the man into her arms, all four of them, and hugged him lifting him completely and easily off the ground. He went quiet in surprise and Krill looked up at her in annoyance.

“Hugs are good for humans. Supposed to relieve stress…. I think.” Sunny said. She thought for a moment he would pull away, but after a few seconds he sagged against her read resting against her chest. Krill relented with a sigh and stepped back.

A muffled voice, “What am I supposed to do Sunny?”

Krill tapped one of his feet on the floor, “The way I see it, Commander, there is only one logical course of action.”

***

The crew watched from where they sat or stood around the chow hall, on or around the tables as the man, their Commander, awkwardly shuffled his feet and stared down at the floor, “I…. have to apologize to…. To all of you for my….. Deplorable behavior lately. “He took a deep breath and looked up with clear difficulty, “The way I have been acting is very unprofessional, and the outbursts are just as bad. I know there are no excuses for what I have done, and I take responsibility but I have been under a lot of stress lately, and I am still learning how to deal with it.”

Some members of the crowd nodded along with him, some frowned, but the vast majority gave encouraging smiles. “That’s alright, Commander, we understand.” Someone said from the back followed by a chorus of agreement.

One of the marines stood up, “We forgive you, Commander, and I have one word for you….” He turned to the room and waved his hand in a wide arc over his head, “Delegation.”

“Delegation?” The man questioned

“Yeah.” The marine said, “Like since you’re a boss you can make everyone else do the work for you.”

The commander shook his head, “I no… I couldn’t”

Just then the lieutenant took to her feet, “Just hear him out, sir. He’s right, you’ve been trying to do everything yourself, and it isn’t healthy. There are plenty of things you can outsource. I mean some of the other captains have specialties in certain areas, and you could put them in charge. And here, on the crew, you could appoint someone as the head of a sector, and just have them report in. They can deal with the little stuff and you can do the big stuff. For instance, I’m great at writing, I was an English major before joining the army, so I can write the reports….. and no offence, but you suck ass at writing… sir.”

The crew broke out into laughter, Vir grinned sheepishly, “Alright, maybe you have a point.”

Other members of the crew agreed, “You’re forgetting we’ve had almost as much contact with E.Ts as you, sir. We can deal with some of the little stuff, so you don’t have to worry.”

The commander took a seat on one of the tables facing the crowd, “I just don’t want it to seem like I’m pawning all my work off on others.”

Another crewmember waved the comment off, “Give us some credit, we know you better than that. Besides everyone deserves a little downtime.”

“Yeah a little stress relief is good. Man you need to get some kind of hobby.” The marine who spoke leaned over towards his companion and quietly…. But not to quietly whispered, “Either that, or get laid.”

The comment hadn’t been quiet enough, and a row of marines broke into fits of giggling. Vir flushed bright red trying to ignore the comment, “Alright, first thing’s first, we need to have a meeting, decide how to divide things up. I’m thinking the marines, the bridge crew a -“ A glare from Krill silenced him, “Of course…. We can talk about that tomorrow….. you…. Are all dismissed.”

The crew shifted to their feet. A few of the marines walked past still laughing causing the blush to flare up again. The marine that had spoken shoved him lightly, “You’re such a boy scout, you know that right?” Vir grumbled as he moved past. The marine turned to walk backwards down the hallway, “Come on man, just saying great stress relief. Woman, dude…… alien if you’re into that.”

Vir raised his hands, “Ok, ok, stop, I get it.” More laughter as the marines walked away. He sighed, but was immediately accosted from behind. The floor fell out from under him, and suddenly his only view was blue armor, “F***, Sunny what the hell.”

She shifted him into a more comfortable position over her shoulder, “This is a hostage situation. You will not be released till you get at least eight hours of sleep, there are no other options.”

Vir sighed, “Guess I don’t have much say.”

“Nope.”

Stress is a human’s worst enemy, and it is our job to make sure our humans stay healthy.

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achieveandhunt · 5 years

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live typing extra life 2019

warning: this a fucking LONG post. if you plan on reading it all, godspeed.

i typed all of this as it was happening on stream so this gets progressively less coherent as i grow more sleep deprived. prepare yourselves. i may or may not go off topic at some points

larry vehemently vomiting pure malic acid. we’re off to a great start

what the fuck the soggy ass popcorn in that ranch jesus christ

lindsay in the song from AH the musical. i love her so much

jeremy going YAAAAAAY after someone eats a cursed oreo

matt getting AGGRESSIVELY kissed by larry

“this kiss this kiss” before geoff and jack kiss

geoff “i’m from alabama” ramsey

THIS FUCKING RANCH SEGMENT HAS ME GAGGING

jeremy “the alcohol demon the whiskey goblin” dooley

alfredo “you wont believe what the white people did today” diaz

DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS GET THAT DICK ESSENCE

wait why does it sound like wonderwall

they look like characters from the matrix

the speaking parts. make my teeth hurt

in conclusion: they weren’t kidding abt the tight pants

okay everyone get ready for eric soundboard spamming YEAH BABEY

“hi i’m from broadcast and i don’t want to be here” they represent themselves well

also, let’s take a second to appreciate broadcast here!! they have a really tough job and don’t get a ton of credit. lots of love to all of broadcast!!! you guys are awesome

i am: foreseeing problems with this eric sound board

which one is eric?? will the real eric please stand up?? was the real eric the one we found along the way??

“i’m... just really worried that i won’t ever find love-” “i really don’t care”

WHY DO THEY HAVE THAT ON THE SOUNDBOARD (what does that apply to? whatever it is you’re thinking of, but mostly “daddy wants some”)

ooh someone’s about to get a fReE tongue piercing from a pineapple

god dammit i went to the bathroom for thirty seconds and now they’re eating chad’s chest hair

owie the shock collar and belly slap look painful, but drinking natty light from a shoe? that’s a true punishment

“and this roast was brought to you by meundies”

ah yes what better way is there to end a segment than people throwing up

“man action” oh no

THROBERT MULVEINY

K A R B is blind in T W O of her eyes

“my last name is cottagecheese”

I HAVE A PIECE OF METAL SHOVED UP MY A S S

chris has somehow managed to lose 23 years of age and roughly 412 pounds

“just open throat like baby bird” who the fuck is writing this and why is it jeremy

jon. jon you’re breathing in adam’s ass fumes

a summary of this segment: ass and cottage cheese

BARB IS HERE I REPEAT BARB IS HERE

“to fitness” -starts choking-

final fitness coach: tad, here to workout your issues so they can beat you into submission

“will you buy my wet” well i don’t see that on the raffle items

we’re back folks & i’m loving this walk around segment

moonball wall and gavin&michael will soon be reunited can we get an F in the chat

jeremy getting a borderlands tattoo is very on brand

what’s extra life without a little satan

“starvation army, putting lead back into paint, increasing childhood obesity” people in chat: TAKE MY MONEY

chris “i’m doing a different hole” demarais

ah yes. the game we all play in hell: twister

nobody edit chris getting mustard shot down his throat. i’m scarred enough from the original clip

oh fuck. oh god. the mayo. oh god what the fuck is up with the misuse of condiments this year

this just in: a human soul costs roughly $12,700

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urine: to help with aerodynamics

jon: maya, speak! maya: *the smallest arwoo*

today’s mvp: any dog. pick one. no matter which you pick, you’re right

how the fuck did blaine change back from satan so quickly

barb as a cat is... my new sleep paralysis demon

blaine: barbara speak! barbara: climate change is real

#dogsforkids

this just in: extra life killed my wifi

we’re back & kdin is in the business of killing people with spice. she is the spice queen

queue six thousand well-timed 1337 donations

HOLY SHIT THAT’S COLIN FROM WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY

hmm “questionable liquids” is very... questionable

trevor: oh there’s four of them! we all get to join in the Fuckkkk

“what’s your favorite kind of candy” “any meat”

i like pickles and i would rather rip my eyebrows off than drink the juice so i feel for trevor

the only thing worse than drinking apple cider vinegar is shooting it out of your nose

“can you feel the love tonight” “i used to and that’s the problem”

“flubs every word man” damn, really missed the chance to say captain hair

jeremy not being able to intentionally flub his words is so fucking funny

OK BOOMER

wow i can feel my blood pressure spike just watching these shots

Xavier Woods is here and he wants to know if it’s Christmas

miles doesn’t know what a question is

WHERE’S YOUR HAIR

oh no. oh no helping hands is next. everyone clear a splash zone

CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

miles bossing around chef mike is priceless

“you leave that fucking dough on the floor”

“you wanna slam your hands down on the table” *pizza sauce goes flying everywhere*

HOEDOWN HOEDOWN HOEDOWN jesus why do i keep doing that

“If Colin Mochrie is listening, I’ll see you here next year” OH FUCK YEAH

--- this is when i take a break so my soul can return to my body (aka i have work to turn in. college will never not be a pain in my ass) ---

oh god dammit i missed all of Always Open. fuck college who needs a medical degree

so... we have some very interesting things happening in family feud and i’m not sure if i like any of them

hmm. is now the time to get drunk

oily twist feels very... ominous

what do you mean you don’t remember gandalf having a taser in lord of the rings?

someone in the chat said “big stupid sleeping thing is what my parents called me in high school”

i think i’m blacking out what’s going on i don’t remember the past two hours

ah yes. voldemort and snape having a talk show together sounds exactly like something J.K. Rowling would make a spinoff book or show or porno of

can we just talk about how much shit chris has been doing this year? what a guy. what a dude

“coldy with voldy” actually means getting knocked the fuck out cold because you only got three hours of sleep last night and you don’t want to miss chef mike and lindsay cooking

this snape poem is summarized by one phrase: “that was terrible sit the fuck down” (sorry chris)

“let’s destroy a weasley” enter chad

fucking called it

“you smell poor” i need a caffeine drip

heh the wheel spins are at 69 heh nice

i’m a grown ass woman

welcome to a section called: we torture chad for your entertainment

“who wants us to kill weasley?” *massive cheers from the audience*

“wait weasley step away from the wideshot so i can masturbate to this later”

“i’m not gonna rub my eye mom”

oh they’re really gonna kill chad on stream huh

i felt that chest slap in my soul

i think i felt my own ribs crack

oh fucking

tumblr deleted my thoughts on the fanfic section

alright. fine. brief summary: my teeth are burning

my mom lindsay is on next and i’m so excited but i’m nearing the point of loopiness so things will go downhill dramatically from here

this is my fucking fourth extra life, you would think i’d be smart enough to sleep the night before

LINDSAY LINDSAY LINDSAY THAT’S MY MOM

JEREMY JEREMY JERE- wait a second... did jeremy get taller

oH CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE CHEF MIKE

i hope Xavier comes back next year because he’s funny as fuck

m y a t t

oh god the mcdonald’s shade i’m rolling

lindsay “who’s the chef here” jones

chef mike mentioned mayo and i involuntarily gagged

chef mike clowning the big mac. i’m crying

he made the right choice with ryan bc i’ve seen his cooking stream(s) and it’s nothing if not great content

i heARD A MICHAEL JONES

“lindsay you haven’t done anything but warm up cookies so far” “yeah and?? you’re welcome”

you know that classic snack. slightly warm oreos

JEREMY THE LIQUOR GOBLIN DOOLEY IS BACK

oh god him screeching across set is making me cry laughing

why does it remind me of trevor’s voice cracks in the one minecraft ep where they’re singing the lion king

the biggest spoon for the smallest shot glass

i just realized we’re not even halfway through yet and i’m scared for the length of this list i’m gonna end up falling asleep involuntarily at some point

lindsay no your teeth are going to errode from that shot in your mouth

well timed leet donation #1829495

this gorden ramsey bit is so fucking good

jack: what do you think of the arugala? matt: i don’t even know what you said

iT’s NoT jUsT tWo CoOkIeS miCHeAL

jeremy and michael just chillin amidst the choas is exactly my demeanor at any party i’ve ever been to

lindsay scores: ryan = 7 because diet coke, matt = still eating lindsay’s meal so it’s a 10, xavier = also still eating it so it’s an 8. total: 25

“deep fry everything but a remote control”

chef mike scores: ryan = 9 for no death, matt = greens are present, words were said, score is 8. xavier = Gourmet Mcdonald’s, food is edible, score is 8. total: 25

oh fuck it’s a tie

now they fight to the death. death = doing as many shots as possible

i think we’re all going to need liver transplants after tonight

no jesus please don’t vomit oh goD oh fUc k please- oh thank god

okay i’m making a part two this is too much

#extra life 2019 #i’m going for full 24 hours this year #rooster teeth #achievement hunter #jeremy dooley #michael jones #lindsay jones #jack pattillo #geoff ramsey #gavin free #ryan haywood #matt bragg #alfredo diaz #trevor collins #fiona nova #i regret everything in my life that has led to this moment

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mrswagangel · 4 years

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Not Sorry

This is a @soulbounty fan fiction. The story universe and all characters except Brian belong to @whatthehaxx. Check out their art blog: @haxxydraws!

Beatboxxx was having the time of her life. Her hips swayed to the club music. The beat was so loud it felt like it was clutching her heart and compelling her body to dance. She could feel Suxxubus grinding on her front and someone she most likely didn’t know grazing her back, but Beatboxxx didn’t care as long as they didn’t get in the way of her dancing. She had so much emotion and frustration to let loose with no time but now to release them.

Beatboxxx had a job to complete tonight. Yesterday she flirted her way across some intel of where she and Clwn could find their next target. Brian Cyan sold his soul 10 years ago to make his wife and kid “go away” in order to marry into wealth. It was time for him to pay his debt, but he managed to slip away. Beatboxxx found out he had a bit of a gambling addiction landing him to a gamblers club meeting at midnight a few blocks from where she was dancing.

There was nothing to do until the meeting, so there was nothing standing in her way of accepting Suxxubus’ invite to the club... as long as she met up with Clwn on time.

She started to run low on energy and thought it was a great time to get another drink, so Beatboxxx pulled Suxxubus towards the bar. The person who was dancing too close behind Beatboxxx grabbed her arm. She tried bruising some pink strands attached to her forehead via sweat from her face with a hand still on her arm. She finally looked and knew for a fact she didn’t know this person.

“You’re not leaving without me, are you?” The man asked. “I thought we were having so much fun.”

“I need a drink!” Beatboxxx yelled over the music.

“I can’t let a pretty girl like you get away! Let me buy you and your friend a drink!”

“No, thanks,” Beatboxxx said while removing his hand from her arm and immediately grabbing Suxxubus again. “My boyfriend is waiting at the bar for me!”

She quickly lost him in the crowd and made it to the bar.

“Let me get the fruitiest drink you got and a vodka cranberry!” Beatboxxx yelled at the bartender.

“Men!” Suxxubus complained.

“I know, right!” Like I let you grind on me a bit while I dance! That should be enough!”

“This is why I don’t let them even talk to me!” Suxxubus pointed out.

“That and you’re in no way attracted to them!” Beatboxxx tried to get out while laughing.

The bartender gave them their drinks and Suxxubus paid while Beatboxxx checked her phone.

“Shit!” Suxxubus looked over Beatboxxx’s shoulder at her phone screen to see 3 missed calls and 4 texts from Clwn. “It’s 2:22! I missed the job and Clwn is pissed.”

“Well at least you don’t need to watch the time anymore!”

“I’m gonna go,” Beatboxxx said after she drowned her drink. “Clwn might go on a murder spree and I gotta make sure he collected the soul. Sometimes he just kills the target and leaves the soul when he’s in one of his moods.”

“Alright! See ya, girly!”

Suxxubus turned toward the bar looking down for someone to hang with for the night as Beatboxxx grabbed her bag and left.

Beatboxxx found the gamblers club riddled with ambulances and cops. All the members looked confused and terrified letting Beatboxxx know Clwn used his reality warping on them. He at least didn’t go on a murder spree here. The lifeless body being hauled had no soul, so Clwn has the soul or already delivered it. All his text said was that he “handled” it.

There was nothing else for Beatboxxx to see, so she made her way to one more pitstop before heading home.

: : :

Just as Beatboxxx suspected Bootsman was hanging by his harness from the living room ceiling. Because Bootsman had no arms, Clown put him in a jacket that he sew weights inside the sleeves to keep the harness in place.

Bootsman stopped angrily squirming once he noticed Beatboxxx looking at him. She heard a faint whine echo in her head she probably wouldn’t have heard if she wasn’t focused on the gachapon imp.

Beatboxxx put down the pig she caught and roasted with her electrokinesis before helping Bootsman.

Clown had a tendency of fucking with Bootsman when he was upset with Beatboxxx. She’s the one who wanted him as a pet and yet he was the one who took care of Bootsman the most (not that Clwn would let Bootsman know this). Beatboxxx just never thought about the responsibilities or consequences that came with her decisions and actions. Beatboxxx could buy and show off all her gachapon imp merchandise, but couldn’t feed or walk Bootsman half of the time unless she knew Clwn was royally pissed with her (hence the roasted pig).

Once Beatboxxx got Bootsman down, he beelined to Clwn’s door to kick it repeatedly. It raddled with each kick. Beatboxxx ignored this in favor of ripping the pig apart with her bare hands for her and Bootsman to share.

After Beatboxxx finished dividing up the pig, she called Bootsman to come eat. He left Clwn’s bedroom door to fill his stomach. He stopped in front of Beatboxxx who now sat at the kitchen island with pig parts all over the surface. She picked up one piece while Bootsman almost split himself in half vertically revealing sharp teeth. Beatboxxx dropped the pork and Bootsman closed himself over it. Beatboxxx ate and occasionally dropped a piece in Bootsman’s awaiting mouth whenever he split himself.

Beatboxxx made no attempt to clean off the counter after they finished eating. Instead she gagged at the smell left on her clothes and hands from carrying and splitting the pork.

She stripped on the way to the bathroom leaving a clothes trail in her wake. After she finished washing up and removed her make-up, she sat on the living room couch scrolling through Instagram. Suxxubus already posted pictures and videos of them, so she shared those on her story adding stickers and such. Bootsman surprisingly jumped on the couch to snuggle her side waiting for scratches. Really Beatboxxx was avoiding Clwn. His last text just said the words “Fuck you” with no emoji.

Beatboxxx knew she probably shouldn’t have gone to the club or at least kept a better track of time, but the last thing she wanted to do was tell Clwn that or anyone for that matter. Clwn was just always right and he was never nice about it either. It didn’t help that Bootsman kicked Clwn’s door as soon as she let him down. There’s no way Bootsman could’ve got down on his own meaning Clwn had to know Beatboxxx was back. If she goes straight to her room, there will be a bigger fight in the morning.

She looked back at Clwn’s texts:

12:16am Where are you? You should’ve been here 15 minutes ago. 😡

12:30am Forget it. I handed it. 😒

1:30am I made turkey wings for dinner... you know, whatever you get back 😑

2:13am Fuck you

Actually Beatboxxx couldn’t do this. She got up and headed to her room. As soon as she opened her door, Clwn opened his which was directly across from Beatboxxx’s. Beatboxxx reluctantly let go of her door knob and faced Clwn. Bootsman, sensing the tension, ran past Beatboxxx into her room and kicked the door closed behind him.

“Look. I-”

“You should’ve been there. We had a plan,” Clwn interrupted. “Do you think I like this job?”

“Yes?” Clwn didn’t move. The poncho didn’t reveal any hand movement and his mask stayed as the cynical clown face. Beatboxxx, however, did notice the slight leak of black matter from under his mask. “I mean you can legally— or at least legal-ish— kill. You love killing!”

“I prefer picking my own targets and not having to create sneaky plans, so humans don’t see me,” Clwn retorted.

“I swear I was keeping track of time.”

“No, you were too busy with Suxxubus to do your damn job!”

Beatboxxx covered her mouth to giggle.

“Are you seriously jealous? Is that why you cursed at me over text? Because I wouldn’t eat a romantic, homemade dinner with you?”

“No,” Clwn said while holding himself back from telling her off. “I want you to do your job PROPERLY for once.”

“It got done, didn’t it?”

“No. Thanks. To you.” Some of Clwn dripped on the floor from behind his mask. Beatboxxx couldn’t say she wasn’t a bit scared. Usually Clwn could hold his form together. Not now clearly.

“I was the one who found out where he would be!”

“You also need to follow through! You can plan all you want, but, if you don’t do the damn deed, what’s the fucking point?!”

The two just glared at each other. Beatboxxx clenched her fists causing nail dents in her palms while Clwn dripped a small puddle of black matter over his poncho and onto the floor.

He was right. He was always right and it pissed off Beatboxxx to no end. She just had to be patterned up with him of the all Soul Bounty demons.

“Fine,” she exhaled. “I’ll handle the next job by myself. Will that make us even?”

All the matter on the floor creeped up Clwn’s legs disappearing under his poncho only to reappear briefly at his neck to go back under his mask.

“That’s what I like to hear.” One of Clwn’s detached hands came from under his poncho to re-open his door. As she turned around to retreat into his room, he warned, “Don’t let this happen again.” The hand followed him into the room to close it behind him.

“Don’t let it happen again,” Beatboxx mocked as she finally went into her own room. Beatboxxx found Bootsman comfy in his bed. Clwn got him a dog bed as a joke. Although Bootsman was initially upset about it, all it took was a soft blanket for him to reluctantly sleep in it.

Beatboxxx decided to call it a night if you could call 3:45am bedtime. She crawled into her bed and layed down, not looking forward to handling the next mission. Clwn was usually the strategist, but she knew he wouldn’t offer any insight. She supposed she got herself into this one. She would figure it out somehow.

Just as Beatboxxx closed her eyes she heard her door open. This confirmed her suspicion. Clwn was seeking her attention today. He was more mad about her not showing up for dinner than he was about the job.

Nevertheless, she allowed him to get into bed with her. Once he settled, she rolled over to cuddle him. Beatboxxx was the only one of them that had arms, so Clwn reluctantly let her be the big spoon. It had nothing to do with the fact he was 1 foot shorter than her with his heels.

The 2 of them— 3 if you count Bootsman— had a lot to work on relationship-wise, but, for now, they were all tired.

“You smell like a pig.”

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grumpyalpacaman · 4 years

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Nexus Notes - Chapter One

"I already told you, you big dumb bastard, that energy core regulator isn't worth 3,000 Credits. It's not even close!" The young woman slammed her hands down on the clerk's table. Her eyes set in a narrow glare, she scowled between loose strands of bright red hair that fell in front of her face.

Behind the ramshackle stand of partially gnawed scrap metal stood the enormous shopkeeper. The device she so coveted was tightly gripped in his huge, clawed hand. Dangling cables swayed to and fro and the polished chrome casing reflected the blinding glare of the sun.

The taurus were the inhabitants of the planet Kakataka in the Aldebaran star system and the largest, most cantankerous of all sentient species in the galaxy. They were also notorious hoarders.

It erupted in a flurry of guttural growls, its ruddy brown scales rapidly scraping and clattering against one another to create a series of accompanying clicks. The chattering noises he emitted elicited a whir of life from a machine strapped to his broad, tapered chest. The gadget lit up and started to translate in a low, robotic voice.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Nexus. This a rare treasure. There is nothing else like it on Pantainos."

"Zakka, you are so full of shit," she said, as she reached into her lab-coat and withdrew a small pair of oval-shaped glasses. Slipping them over her nose, she peered past the imposing, alien shopkeeper to the staggering pile of discarded mechanical trinkets and components behind his kiosk. “I can see two more in the back from here!” Frantically, she removed her glasses and stuffed them back into her coat.

"3,000 credits or no regulator."

The young woman stood up as tall as she could and crossed her arms over her chest in her best attempt to look authoritative. She was short and scrawny by human standards, not to mention leaning on a cane and absolutely minuscule compared to the seven-foot monster before her. "Listen here, you idiot, you have no idea what that's worth to me and you're just going to eat it anyway! So hand it over for a fair price and stop impeding scientific progress."

Without warning, the shopkeeper opened his jaws for the first time, the lower portion of his face splitting into two and spreading out in a slavering, triangular maw. Then, he chomped into the device in his hand. His shredding teeth crunched and tore the metal apart with ease as he ripped off a chunk and swallowed it before hurling the remnants straight at Nexus's head.

With only a moment of shock, she narrowly ducked under the incoming projectile. The move sent her stumbling and she barely managed to catch herself with her cane to avoid an untimely fall, face-first onto the cold steel ground. If the yelling earlier hadn't drawn the attention of the other merchants and customers that populated the market, this certainly would. Within moments, Zakka had dunked one of his whopping lizard paws into a pile of scrap parts and used it as a shovel to hurl yet more junk at the girl.

"Whoa! Is this how you treat all your regulars?" Head held low, she scurried away from the bellowing Taurus. Gears and batteries skittered across the ground and peppered her lab coat. One unfortunate stray something or other even bounced harmlessly, but no less annoying, off of her forehead. "Zakka, you Lunatic," she yelled as she departed the market square.

She looked back over her shoulder more than once on her way back to her apartment, just to make sure there wasn't an angry alien reptile behind her. It wasn't until she was nearly three blocks away that she stopped to catch her breath, leaning against the wall of a building and wiping her brow with the sleeve of her coat. Just from that short run, her muscles ached and her chest burned with exertion. "I left my apartment for that damn regulator and the dumbass took a bite right out of it," she said between gasps. “Still, I hope nobody calls the police on him. He may be a seven-foot, spiky asshole, but he’s still got the best stuff in the entire city. And perhaps more importantly, he doesn’t ask ridiculous questions like, ‘what are you gonna do with this?’ or ‘do you have a license for this highly unstable radioactive material?’”

She spent nearly a minute bent over and panting before rising back up and fanning out her coat to relieve some of the intense heat. “What I would do for a breeze right now. Just a little one.”

Pantainos City, built in the most habitable, lush part of the colony planet for which it was named, was in Nexus's own words, "Too damn hot in the Summer to be conducive to intellectual pursuits." So then why, she often wondered to herself, had the United Earth Federation decided to build its premier academies here? Pantainos was one of the UEF's earliest and most prosperous colonies and had become a grand centre for training and education in the past several decades. Academies and accompanying campuses for humanity's most prestigious schools in the fields of science and military had developed here and dominated much of the city. The best and brightest across all of UEF space were sent here to learn.

But far from the glamorous universities and labs at the city's centre, Nexus walked along the ill-tended streets at the fringes of the sprawling metropolis as she made her way home with a scowl on her face. Not that her neighbours could tell the difference between her usual scowl and today’s, extra perturbed scowl.

The moment she stepped into the lobby of her apartment and felt the cool, temperature-controlled air hit her face, she let out a long sigh. The familiar sights of the dusty floor, the seemingly permanent ‘out of order’ sign on the secondary elevator and the ever-expanding patch of mould on the far wall were just about the only means through which she could differentiate this and every other apartment building on the black. Nexus whispered a silent thanks to the closest thing she knew to a religious figure, Joey the maintenance guy, that one of the two lifts remained operational. If given the choice between the stairs and sleeping on the crumbling bench in the lobby, Nexus would have to spend some time seriously weighing her options.

With only a brief stutter of resistance, the elevator ascended to the second floor and deposited her in the hallway to find yet another annoyance. "Great. If the heat and the taurus weren't bad enough, some ass-clown piled a bunch of boxes in front of my door!" she thought. For some reason or another, cardboard shipping boxes of varying sizes, piled six high, stood right up against the entrance to her apartment.

Without another thought, she stomped forward and delivered a swift, hard kick with a flip-flop clad foot to the side of the box mountain. Much to her chagrin, the pile barely moved. So, she took a step back and shoulder checked it with the entire, fairly insubstantial, weight of her body and this time she sent it tumbling to the floor with an appeasing clatter. She grinned down at her handiwork, hoping there was something both fragile and valuable within.

The commotion brought someone running almost immediately as a man stepped out of the open door across the hall, looking concerned. His expression promptly shifted to surprise and confusion as he spied Nexus standing over the upended pile of his belongings.

If he put on a uniform, he'd look like he walked right out of a military recruitment ad for the Federation. She thought immediately of a very large and very stupid dog. He was like a man-shaped golden retriever and just as blonde.

"Did you knock over my boxes?"

"Oops," she replied with a shrug as she reached for the keycard in her pocket.

"The hell, lady? I keep important stuff in those."

"Well then maybe you shouldn't keep 'em in front of my door." By this point, she was already daydreaming about punching him in his stupidly handsome face. Though she was pretty sure she’d break her hand on that square jaw.

He furrowed his brow and attempted to speak up but upon noticing the cane in her hand, he suddenly became very stiff and cast his eyes toward the floor. "Uhm... Sorry," he said as he kneeled and started to gather up his things, shuffling them out of the way for her. "So that's your apartment then?"

"Yep, 37B," she said with the absolute most disinterest she could muster while jabbing a thumb toward the numbers posted behind her.

With an armful of boxes, he stood back and extended his free hand toward her. "I'm just moving in next door. I'm Parker Walsh."

Her eyes drifted back and forth between his hand and his face for several seconds. "Are you suggesting I make physical contact with you?"

"Generally speaking, an offer to shake hands with someone would imply that, yes." Yet more confusion was starting to creep into his voice.

"Ew.” Rolling her eyes, she turned, swiped her card over the electronic lock and stepped into her apartment.

"Ouch," he shot back. "Can I at least have your name?"

"Nexus," she said as she slammed the door behind her.

"There is no way that is your real name," he yelled with his lips scant inches from the door but to no response.

"Parker?" said another man, sticking his head out of the open apartment. He was thinner and less chiselled than his friend but with a sly, fox-like countenance. "What are you doing out here?"

Parker shrugged. "Neighbour girl kicked over our boxes."

"And so you quit unpacking to come out here and flirt with her?"

"Not at first."

"But you did flirt with her?"

"She didn't even give me a chance. It’s just not fair."

"My heart aches for you, brother. Now get back to work. We need everything set up by tomorrow."

"On it." With boxes in hand, he started back toward his apartment, taking one glance at the door behind him as he went. "Well then. See you around, Nex."

The moment she stepped inside her apartment and flicked on the lights, she felt her legs start to shake. She grumbled softly, finally allowing herself to wince at the constant pain she felt in her muscles and eased her body into the wheelchair lying in wait by the door.

Inside her apartment, where one might normally find furniture, decorations or just about anything, Nexus had cables, power generators and several large processors stacked against the wall. In the corner sat a desk with a pair of computers, razor-thin glass panes mounted on swivelling stands. Nexus produced a third, smaller device from inside her coat. With a few swipes on the surface, her chair wheeled itself over to the desk. Once situated, she began sliding her fingers across the dual screens and they came alive with images and information. Her eyes darting back and forth between them. Within arm's reach of her chair sat the single greatest scientific achievement of mankind, an espresso machine. The divine tool was accompanied by a mountain of discarded flavour pods, generally counting among the excessively sweet variety. Though that didn’t stop Nexus from addition several more teaspoons of those godly white granules once the machine had finished its business.

All this technology (save the espresso machine) was connected to a strange, ceiling-high object in the middle of the room. The device occupied the vast majority of the available floor-space. It appeared to be a huge mechanical ring of some kind; that stood eight feet high and across. At the moment, it was deactivated.

She looked upon the centrepiece of her chamber briefly, shook her head, and returned to her work. "Damn Zakka, always a pain in my ass."

It wasn't long before she noticed she had an update on her post on the local University forums. She wasn't exactly a student, but where else was she going to share her hypotheses?

"Oh fantastic, this idiot," she said with mock excitement when she saw who posted. "Hello, Student 681966, a man so boring he uses his student ID as his screen name." Nex skimmed over his latest dull refutation of her work and rolled her eyes.

"Your ridiculous idea of a potential intersystem artificial intelligence program has no bearing in modern computer science. Even the most simple-minded of your species is aware that software is limited by hardware.

You persist in the idea that your entirely theoretical sub-space processor would alleviate this issue and allow a program to move freely between systems, but this has in itself a litany of issues. There is no evidence to support the idea that information can travel freely between sub-space and normal space. How do you propose such a device would maintain a fixed location within sub-space? In addition, the power requirements would be astronomical.

Fixed sub-space pockets have never been found to be a remote possibility and tests have resulted in failure, every single time. The only possible use for sub-space is point A to B travel through fixed gates."

With a guttural groan of frustration, Nexus swept a hand back through her sweat-matted hair. "This guy has no imagination."

Reclining in her chair steepling her fingers, Nex pondered the list of possible rebuttals. Everything from explaining the potential power of a flywheel energy storage system in the absolute vacuum of sub-space or reference to the sub-space tests performed by Earth scientists decades earlier that implied the possibility of direct access to sub-space beyond simple two-way passages. However, when she received a sudden response from a rather important contact, she decided to let her opposition stew for a little while.

Anxiously, she opened the message with a tap of her finger and pulled the contents up on-screen.

"I have acquired the information you requested."

That alone was all she needed to send her mind alight with fireworks. There was some more afterward about releasing the hold on the promised payments and how to contact him again. She absent-mindedly tapped out an affirmative response and delved into the attached files with all haste possible.

A few weeks ago she'd contacted someone who claimed to have worked on some classified Federation experiments performed on Pantainos. She'd been making a few inquiries about them and they had become a subject of great interest to her, even though they never got off the ground. What they were attempting to develop and why it failed is still unknown to this day, but Nexus's digging had told her that it had something to do with personal-sized sub-space gates, as opposed to the massive rings that transported ships across the galaxy.

"I was right," she muttered to herself after nearly twenty minutes of poring over the contents. "Schematics, test results, dates and locations."

She gleaned from the notes that they had managed to design a miniaturized sub-space gate, though from what she could find, it wasn't able to sustain itself before collapsing after only a few seconds. Several pages appeared to be missing, including details of who was involved and the purpose of the experiments, but all the technical data she needed was right here in these files.

Again she gazed upon the massive mechanism in the centre of her apartment, this time with new excitement and rattling nerves. She bit her lip and considered her options before giving a small nod of affirmation. "To hell with the regulator, I've got work to do."

She wheeled over to the huge ring and pushed herself out of her chair. For hours she consulted the new specifications and adjusted her machine. Multiple trips were made back and forth between the device and her computer and she went through around a dozen cups of coffee and sixty teaspoons of sugar. She scoured every crate of spare parts she had lying around (which was no small number) and the clamour of her tools filled the apartment until the early morning.

She awoke with a start around noon the next day. She had passed out in her wheelchair with a collection of her tools sprawled across her lap and around her wheels. She yawned, grumbled and rubbed the sleep from eyes shadowed by black bags.

Blinking rapidly, Nexus looked at her device, consulted the schematics and then back to the device. It was a match. Better than a match even. She felt she'd improved on the old schematics. "I did it?" She brushed back a tangle of red hair and chuckled to herself. "Of course I did it."

Still coming to, she mumbled out a few commands. "Computer, begin recording a new log now. " A small robot, not unlike an ambulatory tripod, came alive. There was a lens built into the machine’s head, which promptly veered in Nex’s direction.

She pushed herself to her feet and stumbled toward the terminal mounted at the edge of her ring-like device. "Sub-space portal NG Model-1, test 27, sans energy core regulator. Upgraded system to further compensate for the Verdricci effect. Added new subsystems to target a specific location within sub-space, based on new research documents. No more firing off randomly. Begin activation now."

Triumphantly, she punched in the key sequence to start up the machine and listened with glee as it whirred. Lights flickered on around the ring and sparks coursed across the empty space in the middle.

Staring into her would-be sub-space gate, Nexus's hands shook excitedly. "Alright UEF, let's see what you were up to."

The machine's laboured noises intensified and she could feel a charged tingle on her skin. Then, all at once, a disc of torn space appeared inside the ring, contained and stable. Her smile vanished, only to be replaced by a slack jaw and wide eyes. The sight beyond the portal sent shivers through her body and made her stomach churn. Floating in the vast emptiness of sub-space, was a cylindrical device surrounded by lifeless human corpses.

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mrscrowley8 · 4 years

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Soft Smut Sunday Anderlock Fic

Title: Be gentle

Rating: Mature

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Characters: Sherlock, Anderson

Pairing : Anderlock

Notes: My first Anderlock and attempt to the soft smut sunday challenge. Word: "gentle"

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Summary:

After days without news of Sherlock, Anderson ends up receiving a text from him, urging him to come to his flat. Anderson rushes to Sherlock's place, hoping for a very pleasant reunion under the covers. Unfortunately for him, Sherlock has something else in mind.

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When the first blow landed on his lower back, he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. The pain was so intense that it burned him from the inside. Fortunately for the neighbours, he managed to remain silent. For once, Philip Anderson felt extraordinarily brave.

The second smack hit him hard between his shoulder blades. The impact was even more acute than the first one. Breathless and hopeless, he clung to the chair, wrapping it in his arms, as if the piece of furniture was a heartwarming Teddy Bear.

He had to remain strong in the face of adversity.

Teeth clenched, eyes burning with pain, he put his cheek on the chair, waiting for the next strike. The wood was so cold against his skin. It felt good. Behind him, his torturer clicked his tongue, thwarted. The strap of leather fell gently over the back of his head.

“Sit up straighter,” the voice ordered firmly.

Philip let out a grunt of discontent. He was feeling so much better in this position. Wasn’t that obvious? The end of the riding whip then pressed his cheek. Philip's sensitive nose absent-mindedly picked up the typical smell of blood.

His blood.

His entire body began to shake with a tremor.

Despite the situation, Philip Anderson wasn't frightened.

Valiantly, he sat ''properly'' down on the chair, his back straight, his hands squeezing the chair bars. He didn't want to disappoint his tormentor. He breathed deeply to relax, wondering where he was going to be hit. Maybe in the back?

He didn’t have to wait a very long time. The characteristic whistle of the riding crop broke the silence and Philip felt his skin split under the force of the blow. This time, he uttered a cry of pure agony, and he leapt out of the chair.

“Damn it! Can’t you take it easy?! Be gentle?” He asked, a hand pressed against his bruised flank. He whistled, writhing in pain. “Ow!” Touching the wound was a very bad idea, but he couldn’t help it. The carmine liquid stained his fingers.

“No,” came the laconic answer. “I have to respect all the parameters of the experiment perfectly.”

“You know, when you asked me to come here for a little experiment, I didn’t have that in mind.” Philip wanted to turn around, but the whip prevented him from doing so, by teasing the lower part of his back. Then, the leather hit his shoulder, and it wasn’t gentle. “Sherlock!”

“We're not done yet,” the consulting detective said. “I'm willing to give you a break, but only because I have to take pictures of your injuries.”

“You're too kind, Sir.” Philip complained, turning his head slightly to see the other man in action. Sherlock placed the leather whip on the living room table to grab a photomacrographic scale in his left hand and his phone in the other. He approached him, his blue eyes professionally watching him. He beckoned him to sit down. Philip sighed and dropped himself on the chair. Despite all these years, Philip was still struggling to decipher the emotions on his face. “Are you gonna ask me what I had in mind?”

“No.” Another very succinct answer.

Philip groaned and he turned his head to stare at the wall in front of him. He was really upset by Sherlock’s attitude. He hadn’t seen him all week and he would have expected a little more enthusiasm from the detective. Sherlock was still working on another of his complex cases, but he had refrained from telling him until today.

Not like John Watson, who had to know every detail of the case.

It was hurtful. Very hurtful.

Philip would like them to communicate more.

Sometimes he had the awful feeling that Sherlock didn't trust him.

“I know exactly what you had in mind,” the detective forced himself to say, after a couple of minutes. Philip hadn't expressed interest in a more elaborate answer and Sherlock didn’t like to be ignored.

“I don’t think so,” Philip retorted, colder than he would have liked. However, the throbbing pain in his upper body, combined with Sherlock’s distant attitude, had overcome his usual gentleness.

“You thought I invited you to share a pleasant moment in my company,” the sleuth whispered in his ear. Philip immediately tensed. He hadn't realised that Sherlock was so close to him. “Sex,” Sherlock purred in his ear, proud of himself.

Needless to say, Sherlock was right.

“Whose fault is that?” Philip asked, moving away from his very warm lips. He was still terribly angry with him. “You sent me a text to order me to come immediately to your flat. Naively, I thought you wanted to ... you know...”

“I know,” Sherlock assured him. “You were wrong.”

“I had noticed, Mister genius,” mumbled Philip between his clamped jaws.

Philip Anderson was... frustrated.

Upon arriving at Sherlock's place, he had been over the moon. He thought he was finally going to spend some time alone with the consulting detective.

It all started so wonderfully.

Sherlock had urged him to take his clothes off. Philip hadn't hesitated for a second. He had stripped naked with a certain eagerness, before approaching the detective to rip off his so indecently tight purple shirt (of sex).

Unfortunately, Sherlock had stopped him firmly, by grabbing his wrists.

His disappointment had only been short-lived.

Sherlock had instructed him to sit astride a chair so he could whip him.

Whip him ?

Philip knew Sherlock was special in every way, but ... BDSM? Seriously?

Of course, Philip wasn't against testing new things. New practices. Especially with Sherlock.

However, the surprise had quickly been replaced by bitterness.

Sherlock just needed a human guinea pig to verify a point from his current case. He wanted to study the healing processes of a leather whip on the skin. Similar to the marks found on a dead man, who had been discovered in the Thames. The body had had multiple lacerations on the back.

Sherlock and his eternal sidekick, John-Always-Bonded-with-Sherlock-Watson, had managed to follow the man's trail back to a very private club in the heart of London. Posing as rich customers, in search of thrilling sensations, they had entered the place and they had questioned the 'Favourite' of the man in question.

She had assured them he hadn't died at the club.

However, the man was an addict to such practices. He needed his weekly 'dose' of pain to withstand the pressure of his work. Sherlock was certain the woman was the culprit, but Lestrade wanted solid proof.

While Lestrade was checking her alibi, Sherlock had opted for a more 'scientific' approach.

Philip Anderson was a very lucky person.

“Why didn't you ask John?” Philip asked, grumpy. The doctor was spending more time with Sherlock than him. When did John Watson work? Besides, was the man really a doctor?!

“You don't like John.” Sherlock remarked, with a strange tone in his voice. Could that be surprise? Disappointment? Sadness? “Yet John is a remarkable person.” Remarkable?

R-e-m-a-r-k-a-b-l-e?!

“He certainly has better things to do than to accompany you everywhere, like a little dog.” Philip did his best to remain calm. Oh, he didn’t hate John. Not really. He was just...

“John and I have a unique alchemy that optimises my thinking process. This has always been the case. This will always be the case. There's no way this would change over time.” Sherlock’s honest answer didn't help him relax.

An ... an alchemy?!

Better and better!

Philip tensed up on his chair, more and more upset.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sherlock naively asked, when he noticed that something was bothering Philip.

“Nothing. Everything is fine. We're doing great.” Philip muttered and he clenched his fists. He absolutely didn't want to talk about it. He wasn't sure that Sherlock would understand it. Emotions weren't his area of expertise. Far from it.

Yes, Philip Anderson was jealous of John Watson.

Sherlock was still spending far too much time in the company of the doctor. The two men shared so many things. They investigated together. They had fun together. They ate together. They talked about everything and nothing. John even had an assigned seat in Sherlock’s lounge! And Sherlock was also taking care of little Rosie, John Watson’s daughter.

What about Philip?

The poor man was entitled to the last remaining crumbs.

The two lovers rarely saw each other. Only when Sherlock had time.

If Philip wanted information about Sherlock, he had to read the posts that John was writing on his blog or to check Sherlock's tweets.

Unlike John, Philip couldn't leave his office in a heartbeat. He couldn't come running at him when Sherlock asked him, and leave everything behind.

Was that why Sherlock never sent him a text? So as not to bother him?

No, it was ridiculous. Nothing could ever stop Sherlock. He didn't care about embarrassing people in the middle of their work. Sherlock didn't think of him. The truth was... even more painful than the lacerations on his skin.

Philip would love to investigate with Sherlock.

To accompany him.

To be with him.

To do ‘normal’ things.

To have dinner in a restaurant.

To go to the movies.

But no!

Instead, Philip was his giant guinea pig.

Was Sherlock ashamed of him?

“You’re jealous,” Sherlock finally understood. Philip shook his head. He didn’t want to admit it. “If Mycroft says it, it’s the truth. Pure and simple.”

Philip almost choked when he heard the Holmes brothers' eldest name in Sherlock’s mouth. He turned around just in time to see Sherlock put his phone in the pocket of his trousers.

OH MY GOD!

HE HAD SOUGHT THE ADVICE OF HIS BIG BROTHER!

WONDERFUL!

“This obvious jealousy for John is stupid,” Sherlock assured him and he reached out to him. Very gently, he ran his fingers through Philip’s hair, in the vain hope of reassuring him. Philip scoffed, his shoulders hunched, and he turned his head to the other side.

Did he honestly think he could coax him like this?

“Our alchemy is different from the one I'm sharing with John. Is he jealous of you? No. He isn't. He knows what his function is, by my side. He is my blogger. My conscience. My...”

“Sherlock.” Philip didn’t want to hear Sherlock anymore. He felt awfully... weary.

“I will clean your wounds,” Sherlock warned and he removed his hand. “The experiment is over.” The sleuth seemed to be even more disappointed for his experiment than for the unfortunate Philip.

Or was all of this in his head?

Philip’s new job was exhausting and far from London.

The former member of the Metropolitan Police's forensics team had ceased to be considered an expert by numerous institutes. His resignation, following his severe depression, caused by Sherlock's (fake) suicide, had seriously tarnished his image.

Oh, of course, he had received a very tempting offer from a private forensic medicine institute. The offer was TOO PERFECT for him. Philip had declined this strange opportunity. He was certain that the job offer had come from Mycroft Holmes, who had wanted to please his beloved little brother.

Philip just wanted to be accepted for his competencies and not because he was Sherlock Holmes's lover. He had his pride.

His professional situation hadn't facilitated their relationship.

Perhaps it would have been better to accept his kind offer... ?

Philip heard Sherlock walk away and quickly return to his side. He put a first aid kit on the pedestal table, next to the chair, and he opened it.

Long pale fingers grabbed a compress to wipe the blood.

Philip decided to remain silent and distant.

“Does it hurt?” Sherlock asked, concerned. Philip knew he was concerned because his voice was softer and warmer than usual.

“Hmm...”

This was Philip's only answer.

Sherlock sighed.

“I am...” Sherlock began, but he stopped before saying the word 'sorry'. Apologising wasn't in his DNA. Instead, he gently blew on the gash that was streaking his shoulder.

“Hmm...”

This time, Philip shivered and closed his eyes.

Sherlock couldn't say he was sorry.

However, he knew perfectly how to demonstrate he was sorry with his actions.

For a cerebral, Sherlock was very... manual.

Two large hands landed delicately on his deltoid, carefully avoiding the cut on his right shoulder. Philip breathed deeply, relaxing almost instantaneously, under the sudden contact.

He felt... appeased.

His anger disappeared strangely, as if by magic, followed closely by his sickly jealousy. The rational part in him knew Sherlock was right. The alchemy they both shared was very different from the one he shared with his blogger.

It was excessively...

Physical.

Carnal.

Although he was certain that he was Sherlock’s exclusive sexual partner, Philip was suffering from a serious lack of self-esteem. For him, it was impossible to dispose of his constant anxiety. Sometimes he thought he was dreaming. This couldn't be the reality. He couldn't be Sherlock Holmes's lover.

And yet, as soon as Sherlock laid his hands on him, Philip felt reassured. Safe. He felt... considered. Loved. It was strange because Sherlock had never pronounced a single “I love you.” Or even a simple “I like you.”

Neither had Philip.

He feared the detective’s reaction.

Oh yeah, he felt really stupid.

The hands slowly slipped along his bare arms and teeth began to bite the sensitive skin of his neck. Philip felt his body flared up with this simple contact. He let out a moan of appreciation. It had now been over a week since he and Sherlock had been intimate.

Just like the dead man from the Thames, Philip was addicted to something.

Addicted to someone.

He was addicted to Sherlock Holmes.

He had been obsessed with him for years.

And even now, he was still an obsession.

If Sherlock were a God, Philip would be his first disciple.

“Hmm...”

Philip tilted his head to the right, offering his neck as a sacrifice, to his deity. Teeth scraped his jaw before closing around a specific point. Voracious lips replaced them to make the skin blush. Philip uttered another moan, without concern for the neighbours.

Soon his body was pressed against the chair, forcing him to spread his thighs further. Sherlock sat behind him, his torso painfully snuggled against his back. Unlike Philip, who was completely naked, Sherlock was still wearing all his clothes. The sensation was unpleasant.

For a couple of seconds.

The former Scotland Yard employee could now feel something particularly awake against his buttocks. Sherlock’s arms wrapped around him, like an anaconda on the verge of suffocating his prey.

Philip hoped he would be soon swallowed by him.

“Do you still want me to take it easy?! Do you want me to be gentle?” The detective asked, and he licked the bruise he had just made on his neck. Philip shook his head vigorously, his eyes closed. "Are you sure?" Sherlock insisted with his deep baritone voice.

“Sherlock, take me hard,” Philip implored in a weak voice. He already felt he was losing his mind. Sherlock’s hands started to wander on his chest. “Sher-...” Philip began to gasp, waiting for the final blow, which would finish him off. A fingernail scratched an eager nipple and Philip completely snapped. “Oh yes! Here and now! On this chair! This is what I want! Hard! Not gentle!”

“As you wish,” Sherlock whispered in his ear and he obeyed scrupulously the least of his lover’s requests.

If there was one man in the world who could submit Sherlock Holmes to his will, it was Philip Anderson.

Not Mycroft Holmes.

Not John Watson.

Shame he didn't realise that.

Philip Anderson could ask him so many things.

Philip Anderson could ask for everything.

Everything.

And have everything.

But for now, Philip Anderson was just asking Sherlock Holmes to be...

Here for him.

And Sherlock was here for him.

Only for him.

A very gentle thought.

#softsmutsunday #bbcsherlock #sherlock #fanfiction #prompt #anderlock #philip anderson

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theonlysoph · 4 years

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SKZ Reaction to Meeting You for the First Time

Request: “So this one might be a little harder and/or longer. Pick your favorite group to write about right now and write your favorite 'first meeting' interaction with each of them. Make it fun for yourself~ “

Note: I’m so sorry this took so long !! I’m trying to write more but there’s so much going on and I’m working more than ever. Please be patient if you want to request :) Also I added Woojin as a bonus cuz a bitch is still hurting hehe

Masterlist Request

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Chan

You had been invited out with some friends to celebrate one of their birthdays. You walked around saying hello to everyone and occasionally being pressured to take a drink or shot, not that you would say no anyways. Tonight was about celebrating! You continued making your rounds until you came across someone who didn’t look familiar.

“Hi I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Y/N,” you smiled.

Chan reached his hand out while responding, “I definitely would have remembered if I did.”

After introducing yourselves, you flirted back and forth a little more equally attracted to each other. There was no denying that Chan was an easy person to talk to. But it wasn’t long before a friend pulled you away to go drink with her instead. You gave a quick sorry and silently prayed that you would get to talk to Chan again soon.

You met again later in the night when both of you were at the height of your drunkness. Some mutual friends suggested that you all play truth or drink. When it became Chan’s turn he was asked who the prettiest person in the room was. Without hesitation your name fell out of his mouth.

Minho

JYP announced that they wanted to put together a stage to showcase the company’s overall talent in idols. You had been asked to choreograph a couple dance with none other than Lee Know from Stray Kids. You had admired the boy’s talent and only ever heard good things about him from other staff. Even knowing that didn’t relax your nerves when you walked into the practice room. Minho was already there shuffling through his phone’s playlist for the song that the company had sent him.

“Um hi,” you properly greated Minho. Your group hadn’t met Stray Kids yet and you wanted to leave a good first impression.

“Oh you must be Y/N from (group’s name),” a smile graced Minho’s face once he got a better look at you. “And the main dancer I’m assuming.” You nodded. “Great! Let’s get started?”

The two of you danced and choreographed for the rest of the day, and pretty far into the night. During your breaks you talked a little and got to know each other. You told yourself it was so that the two of you would have great chemistry when the showcase finally came around, but you also knew that wasn’t the whole truth.

Changbin

Your leader politely knocked on the door to one of your senior idols so that you could introduce yourselves as a new group. You were about to lose it because you were going to meet Stray Kids, and most importantly Changbin. He had been your bias since their first show, something about his swagger on stage made you head over heels. You held onto one of your group members, realizing that you were finally going to be in the same room as the group you loved so much.

From the moment you stepped in the room you tried so hard to keep from staring too long at any of the boys, but your eyes still managed to land on Changbin over and over. When your group finished introducing yourselves, Chan being a dad mentioned that a few of the members were actually really excited to meet your group. Minho lightly pushed Changbin with a snicker which earned him a glare from the younger. Your leader seeing this laughed and replied that you were a huge Stray Kids fan as well.

“Hopefully we’ll be seeing more of each other,” Chan smiled. Right as he said this you and Changbin made eye contact for the first time since entering the room.

Hyunjin

You and a friend made the long drive to go to the boy’s fan sign and concert. With enough confidence for the both of you, your friend went first. Trailing behind, you made your way down the line greeting each boy and telling them how much they meant to you in the few minutes you had with each of them. At the very end sat Hyunjin.

“Hi,” he softly smiled. You could feel your heart almost stop when his eyes landed on you.

“Hi you’re group means so much to me and I never thought I would get the chance to meet you and there’s so much I want to say but Korean isn’t my first language but I’m so so happy to finally meet my ultimate bias.” Of all the possible reactions you could have had you didn’t expect to word vomit and make a fool of yourself. You turned red with blush, and looked down, not able to face Hyunjin after what you just did.

What happened next was just as much as a shock. Hyunjin took your hands in his and encouraged you to look at him.

“Thank you for the kind words. If I knew I was going to meet an angel today I would have prepared something more for you.”

Jisung

You were beyond late for your flight back to the US, and trying so hard not to completely lose it in the line for security. There were only a few more people in front of you then you could sprint to your gate and catch your flight. Easy. Right as you were about to go up to the teller he signalled someone else to his little podium. There were 8 boys who looked around your age and a few other older looking people, all presenting their passports and walking over to security. You were livid.

Fast forward, you had spent the better part of an hour trying to find an affordable flight home, with no luck. You could have just been on time, but if those damn people didn’t cut in front you wouldn’t have missed your flight. You tried speaking to one of the attendants at the desk explaining again that you couldn’t afford the next plane out, when you heard a familiar voice. Speak of the devils.

“I don’t mean to listen but weren’t you in line at security?” You gave Jisung a blank stare, that probably came off really bitchy. “I just wanted to offer to buy your ticket since I’m guessing we made you miss it.”

Felix

Felix walked into the dog cafe and quietly checked to see if his regular table was available. He was a little disappointed to see that it was being occupied by a pretty girl he had never seen before. You were busy playing with a few of the puppies that you didn’t notice the handsome boy looking your way. Deciding it was better not to bother you, Felix instead sought out the golden retriever that he had grown so fond of.

Hours passed for each of you without acknowledging the other’s existence. Every now and then you may have shared a glance, and you both found the other attractive. It wasn’t enough for either of you to do anything more than smile. But luckily that didn’t last long.

All it took was for one of the puppies to grab and run off with your purse. Luckily Felix was able to catch her before she could begin teething and ripping your bag. You apologized, though you weren't exactly sure for what, and graciously took back your belonging.

In the end it was Felix who took the risk in asking your name and where you were from. You both left the cafe that day smiling, and looking forward to the next time you would meet.

Seungmin

Your friends had been bothering you to try dating more. It wasn’t that you were opposed to it, you just didn’t see a point in putting so much effort into someone who turned out undeserving. But finally had enough you agreed to ONE blind date set up by your friends.

The day came and you could not have been more annoyed. No part of you wanted to go on this date but you made a promise and you weren’t a horrible person (though it did cross your mind to stand your date up). Despite your sour mood you got dressed up in a cute little outfit and went. You waited at a nearby park your friends told you to wait at. The only other information they had given you was a name, but how could they expect you to know who Seungmin was?

Only a few minutes had passed before you heard someone call your name. You turned around and saw a puppy-dog looking boy making his way to you, with a huge smile on his face. “Hi Y/N, I’m Seungmin! (Your friend’s name) set us up today.” You greeted him with a smile.

Jeongin

You had always been at the top of your class, and being the new student it wasn’t very easy for you to make real friends. You didn’t mind too much, soon you would be at university and things would be different. In the meantime, you were just trying to graduate and fly under everyone’s radar.

After class one day one of your teachers asked if they could talk to you. They explained that they had a student who was really struggling, and since you were doing so well, they wanted to know if you would be willing to tutor. You masked your grief with a smile and said yes. The teacher introduces you to Jeongin, and you two quickly exchanged numbers.

“Thank you again for doing this,” Jeongin said. “It’s just hard to keep up with everything when I have to work all the time. But I promise I won’t waste your time.”

You guys made plans for your first tutor session then went on your way. You went home curious about Jeongin, you didn’t even know he went to your school. So you looked him up hoping to find his instagram or something. When Stray Kids pop up you fell in a deep rabbit hole but one thing was for sure, Jeongin was the cutest member.

Bonus: Woojin

Woojin had gone to the beach in hopes of clearing his mind. So much had begun to take a toll on his metal health in the past few months. He was bursting at the seams and thought it was best if he could run away, even just for a little bit. He didn’t expect to run into someone else who looked just as lost as he did.

You sat down on a bench not too far from Woojin, though you didn’t really register his presence at the otherwise empty beach. But the longer you sat out staring at the crashing waves didn’t help at all. It was nice and relaxing, but your thoughts were a war zone making you tear up. There were just too many thoughts in your head to really pay attention to what was happening in the real world in front of you.

A voice startled you saying, “I hope you make it through whatever is eating at you.” It took you a second to realize that it was the same man that was sitting a few feet away. He held a small flower in his outstretched hand and waited for you to take it.

#stray kids #stray kids reaction #stray kids imagine #stray kids drabble #stray kids one shot #stray kids scenarios #stray kids bang chan #stray kids changbin #stray kids felix #stray kids seungmin #stray kids jeongin #stray kids lee minho #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids jisung #kim woojin #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff

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chicgeekgirl89 · 5 years

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The Shituation: Chapter 2

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Lisa Davis, Sonny Quinn, Jason Hayes, Clay Spenser, Eric Blackburn, Trent Sawyer, Brock Reynolds, Ray Perry, Cerberus

Read Chapter 1 Here

Shituation: A situation that is already very bad and then goes to shit.

Lisa was trained for combat but that didn’t mean she was enjoying fighting for her life. Ray and Clay had sandwiched her between them as they took up sniper positions on an outcropping of rock above the rest of the team. “All right Davis?” Ray yelled over the sound of gunfire.

“Yeah!” she yelled back.

“You picked a great day to join up,” Clay managed in between shots. “Get a taste of what it’s really like to be a SEAL.”

“I think I prefer sitting on the other side of things,” she said.

He just grinned and kept on shooting.

How on earth they could stay so calm with all this chaos going on she would never know. She was no shrinking violet but this kind of combat was a little outside her comfort zone. There was a rock digging into her thigh and her neck was starting to cramp. She could feel sweat dripping down her back and her heart was pounding so hard it was almost painful.

“Clay, ten o’clock,” Ray said and Lisa watched as the youngest team member easily took out a man who was at least a football field away. Damn. Her boys were seriously lethal.

“Bravo Two, how you doing up there?” Sonny asked over the comms.

Ray let off a burst of gunfire, clearing Sonny and Brock’s way to the cave mouth. “What the hell would they do without us?” Clay asked.

Lisa rolled her eyes. Lethal and unbelievably cocky. “They’re all inside,” Ray said. “Get ready to move out, Jay’ll be calling any second.”

“Good thing you’re out here with us. This is where the party is,” Clay said.

“Remind me never to go to a party at your place!” Lisa yelled, ducking down as another round of fire flew over their heads.

“Bravo Two, Bravo Six, get down here,” Jason ordered.

Lisa assumed she was included in that summons too. “I’ll take point,” Ray said. He looked at Lisa. “Stay between us. Keep moving.”

She took a breath and gritted her teeth before giving him a nod.

They moved fast, which was no easy feat on the steep slope. She tried to keep herself upright but it was difficult in the loose shale and dirt. Falling would only cause them more problems and she would not be the weak link in all of this, so she did her best to keep from tumbling down the hillside.

“Down!” Clay pushed her to the ground as something exploded nearby.

Dust and rock skittered over them, and she tasted dirt in her mouth, and then Ray pulled her to her feet, continuing their descent. They only made it a few more feet before she felt as much as heard Clay go down behind her. When she turned back it was to find him face down on the ground. “Ray!” she grabbed his arm to get his attention.

He turned around and immediately began backtracking, slipping in the dirt in his haste. “Fuck! Clay!”

They rolled him over and his face was screwed up in pain. “I’m all right,” he gasped. “Just got me in the thigh. It’s not bad.”

There was no way Clay was getting up without help and Ray was clearly trying to figure out how to carry his brother and keep them all safe at the same time. Lisa wasn’t going to be any help to Clay. He was twice her size and weighed about three time as much. But she could shoot. She reached down without a second thought and picked up Clay’s rifle. “I got it,” she said.

“Davis—“ Ray looked hesitant but they definitely didn’t have time for any kind of argument.

“I said I’ve got it,” she told him firmly. “Go!”

Ray pulled a groaning Clay to his feet and they ran as best they could down the hillside, Lisa pausing only long enough to offer the occasional burst of fire as cover.

She’d never quite know how they made it to the mouth of the cave without dying. It definitely had nothing to do with her abilities and probably everything to do with some kind of miracle. But the next thing she new there they were, inside, the rest of the team crowding around them. Sonny took the rifle from her hands and she realized they were shaking. She resisted the urge to shove them in her pockets.

She could feel Sonny’s eyes on her, but she refused to look up, because if she did, there was a good chance she was going to lose it and they couldn’t afford that right now. Today she was Bravo Seven. She needed to act like it.

She went to her knees beside Trent who was ripping open Clay’s pants. “Whoa, buy me dinner first,” Clay said, managing a smile despite the pain.

“Shut up,” Trent said as he cut through the fabric.

“What do you need?” Lisa asked.

“Hand me that gauze,” Trent said and Lisa moved to do what he’d asked even as she felt a cold wave of shock at the amount of blood Clay had already lost in only a few minutes. She couldn’t help but feel partially responsible. If he hadn’t been so busy protecting her he might have had a better chance of making it here unscathed.

“You hurt anywhere else?” Trent asked.

Clay shook his head. “It’s not that bad. Shit!” he exclaimed, letting his head fall back to the floor, breathing fast as Trent poured antiseptic over it.

“Yeah, I’ll be the judge of that. Another roll,” Trent said tersely and Lisa handed it over.

It took several minutes and a couple years off Lisa’s life until they got the bleeding to slow down. “Trent?” Jason asked when they finally had a second to breathe.

“Bleeding’s slowed a little. Bullet’s still in there. I gave him a blood transfusion and the morphine’ll hold his pain in check for now,” Trent said.

“Davis, you all right?” Jason asked.

“Yeah.” She nodded, trying to look calm. “I’m good.”

“She’s better than good,” Clay said, propping himself up on his elbows so he could see them all. “She was badass out there. Saved all three of us.”

“Don’t say that too loudly, Jay’ll have you replaced Clay,” Sonny said.

“I barely did anything,” Lisa said, a surge of pride running through her. It felt good to get praise from them for holding her own in such a dicey situation.

Ray put a hand on her shoulder. “You did great.”

“Thanks.” She looked at Jason. “What’s the situation at TOC?”

“They’re on it. Although without you there it’ll probably take twice as long,” Jason said.

It was sweet the way they thought she was some kind of miracle worker. If they only knew how many times the save had come at the last second and been more of a luck thing than her actual capabilities they’d probably have ditched her for someone else a long time ago.

“Here.” Sonny held out a water bottle. “You need to stay hydrated.”

“Thanks.” She stood and took it from him. That was when she realized her hands were covered in Clay’s blood. She swallowed hard. She’d seen the guys hurt before, had sat by their hospital beds, made them meals, helped get them back on their feet, but to watch the events that put them there happen in real time was chilling.

“You all right?” Sonny asked, lowering his voice a bit.

“Yeah.” She cleared her throat and tried to make that statement true as she wiped her hands on her pants. “Not a typical day at the office but what’s life without a little near death experience every once in a while?”

“There ya go!” he said with a grin. “Think positive. Little adventure is good for you.”

“Yeah I’m not sure I’d call this a ‘little’ adventure.” Her eyes wandered back to Clay who was now sitting up and eating a protein bar, sharing bits with Cerb when Brock wasn’t watching.

“He’s gonna be fine,” Sonny said. “We’ve been through worse than one little bullet hole.”

“Right.” She nodded. “I know.”

He stepped in front of her, his face more serious. “You’re going to be all right too. We’re going to get out of here.”

There was a lump in her throat as she looked at him, his face showing that he was telling her the truth. She could trust him, all of them, to get her home safely. She believed him, but it didn’t stop the panic that was clawing at her insides while she tried valiantly to keep it there. “You’re going to owe me a lot of beer,” she said.

He grinned. “Done.”

“Stop feeding him,” Brock grunted, having finally noticing what Clay was up to.

“He likes it,” Clay protested.

“Not part of his diet,” Brock replied, pulling the dog away from Clay’s side.

“Bravo One, how do you read?” Eric asked over the comms.

“Read you loud and clear, what’s the plan?”

“Still working on it. Looks like a third party has shown up, distracting your rebels for now.”

“Can we sneak out while they’re distracted?”

“Negative Bravo One. The two parties are on either side of where you’re holed up. We’re working on an exit strategy. Standby.”

“Roger that.”

That explained why no one had come busting in the door after them yet. Apparently they were going to be here a while.

“Gentlemen,” Sonny nodded at Lisa, “and lady. What we have here is a shituation.”

“Oh god.”

“Really Sonny?”

“Seriously?”

All the guys groaned while Lisa tried not to smile. Leave it to Sonny to feel like he had to lighten the mood.

Clay grinned. “All right, I’ll bite. What’s a shituation Sonny?”

Sonny pointed at him. “That’s why you’re my favorite Taylor Swift.” He cleared his throat, making sure he had the full attention of his audience. “A shituation is when you’re in a situation already and then it goes to shit. Hence a shituation. We got a flat tire: situation. We got pinned down by fucking rebels: shituation.”

“Why don’t you shit your ass down and check how much ammo you have left?” Ray said making them all chuckle.

“Tough crowd,” Sonny grumbled, but he winked at Lisa as he went to do what Ray had told him to.

Lisa shook her head. Only Sonny. Even in a complete and total disaster, he was keeping the guys upbeat.

They had about three seconds of warning before everything went to hell.

#SEAL Team #SEAL Team Fanfiction #Clay Spenser Whump #Savis #Lisa Davis #Sonny Quinn #Jason Hayes #Ray Perry #Trent Sawyer #Brock Reynolds #Cerberus #The Shituation #Chapter 2 #Bullet wounds #Field treatment #If you think this is bad #Just wait

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malyceaduncastellan · 5 years

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Only Human

Well, at the end of the day, I’m still obsessed with Ethan and not satisfied with the amount of content we get (GIMME MORE PB) so… Another piece for our emotionally destroyed doc.

Written with Kaleo - Way Down We Go in musical background.

It was one of those days when Ethan felt particularly low without any special reason. No one was dead today, none of his patients, none of his colleages, not Banerji nor his dog. Yet, he was watching the city beneath his feet on the balcony of his apartment, sulking, giving into his fantasies, trying to dull the ache in his heart.

He scoffed, thinking about how much of a walking cliché he was right now. That tall broody black-haired man hovering darkily over a sleeping city made him think of another rich man who saved folks.

He felt something nudging his feet and wasn’t surprised to find Jenner, watching him with his puppy eyes, just like he did when he knew his human didn’t feel well.

Ethan sighed. He was pathetic. What wouldn’t he have given to be at the hospital right now, working to stop thinking. Or literally anywhere to keep his mind off his thoughts. He’d turn on the TV if he had wanted to watch anything, he’d read if he could actually be distracted by substranceless stories. He’d talk if he had someone to listen to. He’d make his dreams reality if he could. He’d make mistakes. He’d heal if he only knew what disease affected him. But nothing could make him do anything like that now.

His phone rang, and he closed his eyes, hoping the sound would fade to nothing if he just ignored it. When it hopelessly displayed this annoying music he hated so much he chose it specifically to be sure to pick up his phone fast, Ethan sighed for something like the tenth time before answering.

-Harper? Why’re you calling me at… Nearly 1 am? he said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

-Because I know you’re not sleeping. What took you so long? I called five time, I was ready to take my car and drive by your place to check if you were okay.

-Shower, he lied between his teeth.

-Geez, you’re taking royalty time to trim that beard of yours. Have you considered saving entirely or just letting it live? It would save you those missed calls.

-Harper, if you don’t have anything important to tell me, I suggest we end this one.

Silence suddenly surrounded him and he frowned, wondering if she had took him seriously. But then Harper spoke again, with her tone inherited for now months of service as his boss.

-Right. Sorry, I was just trying to lighten up the atmosphere because what I’ll be telling you is bound to angry you.

-You’ve decided to take down the intern competition when some only lately showed they were competent enough to integrate the team to hire an annoying doctor from who-knows-where Hospital?

-...Sometimes, I forget how snarky you can be. Harper sighed, then continued. No. I’m gladd you think it has been a good idea anyway.

-Hardly, but at least I’ll know just how insufferable the new addition to the diagnostic team will be.

-Actually, I want to talk to you about one of your interns.

Ethan rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

-If they say I’m “mean” or anything like this, tell them they’re not ready for being doctors and they should back off to Kindergarten teaching.

-I’ve actually recently got a report saying you’ve been relatively… friendly, lately.

-I made only three of them cry this week when you think about it.

-That’s not what I meant, Ethan.

-What did you mean then?

-Casey Valentine.

He fell silent for a moment, pondering Harper’s words. Friendly? When he repeatedly rejected her even when she didn’t come for him? When he was twice as hard on her just because he didn’t want to take risks in favoring her?

-What, I’m more friendly with the other interns than with Doctor Valentine? he said after a while.

-So you recognize you’re acting differently with her.

-She’s currently the best intern. She will probably integrate the team, she needs to understand what it will imply. So yes, I’m extra hard on her.

-You weren’t with Aurora.

-Because you would have been pestering me!

He heard Harper sigh on the other side of the phone.

-People don’t say you’ve been extra hard on her. Apparently she was crying and you comforted her, which you don’t do normally.

-That.

It was all he could say without getting angry. This had nothing to do with Casey. At least, not his feelings for her.

-Do you know somebody’s sabotaging her, Harper? he finally blurted out, unable to keep quiet any longer.

-What?

-During the last week, I’ve been supervising her patients. I checked if she took care of everything in their files and like magic, when she had to present it to Doctor Mirani, the files were incomplete or empty. And you know I’m not slacking off when I’m checking on those files. I was there to shut Mirani up while he was on his way to humiliate her in front of the other interns. By the way, your niece seemed very pleased by this development. Less when I stepped in saying those weren’t Doctor Valentine’s files since I had those checked.

-... I didn’t know any of that. But does that have to do with you cheering her up?

-I wasn’t cheering her up, Harper. You know that’s not my type.

-No? From what I have, you were kind of cozy.

-She explained to me that this was relatively recurrent lately. I merely told her that this wouldn’t affect her ranking since I knew first-hand that it obviously wasn’t her doing. Someone turned off her pager, Harper, this isn’t small matter. People could have died.

Ethan felt anger building up inside him when he told everything to Harper. He couldn’t stand that sort of competition. Casey was kind. Incredibly so. Humorous, always smiling, hardworking. All the more reasons to love her, for him. He quickly put those thoughts aside, focusing on whoever was able to put her in that position.

-So you swear there’s nothing personal between the two of you?

-Is that a personal or a professional question? Nothing between us, Doctor Emery.

He was making sure of it. And it hurt so bad it was going to kill him. But better that than to kill all of her hopes, her dreams, her future.

-But you love her.

He didn’t stay silent for long.

-Again, is that personal or professional? She reminds me of myself is all.

-Last time I checked, she wasn’t brooding nor insulting anyone when deemed incompetent but... I see.

-Are you finished?

-... I am. Good night, Ethan.

He didn’t answer and simply clicked the red button on his phone, seriously considering that maybe throwing it out of the window would be a good idea. Instead, he let his fingers run on the screen, calling a number he could dial by heart now.

-I hope you have a good reason for waking me up.

-Casey, Harper know about the sabotaging.

Casey yawned and Ethan couldn’t suppress a laugh.

-Do me one better than that. Please.

Her voice had faded to a whisper on the last word and Ethan felt anger ripping him apart once again. He would have been angry to anyone for sabotaging other interns, but hearing Casey of all people with that much hurt in her voice?

God, he had it bad.

-Doctor Ramsey?

-Ethan.

Suddenly sounding more awake than ever, Casey answered with worry in her voice.

-What is going on?

-I…

All of his loneliness, his grumpy mood, his dark thoughts came back all at once when he tried to tell her. To tell her what actually? Nothing he wanted to tell her was… good. Nothing was supposed to be told. Nothing was appropriate. He shouldn’t have been doing this even, calling her in the middle of the night.

Yet here he was.

-Ethan…

Her voice was soft. Agonizingly soft, music to his ears, soothing his tortured mind.

-I need you.

It was all he managed to say before ending the call without even a goodbye. He was so screwed.

He didn’t know how long he stayed there, head bent, eyes closed, listening to absolutely nothing and just reminding again how much of a pitiful human he was. A hopeless man who had everything except what he really wanted at the moment.

When he felt two arms wrapping around him, he barely reacted, as if he hadn’t even noticed. What woke him up was Casey’s voice whispering his name. How did she even enter.

-Your door was open. I… God you had me worried.

She had her nose buried in his back and Ethan could tell the young woman was trembling. He caught her hand in his fists with the intention of pushing her away, but when he turned and he found her, tired, exhausted even, worry painting her usually so bright eyes, not only did he feel even more pathetic but he knew he couldn’t let go.

-What do you need me for, Ethan?

He stayed silent, considering her for a moment. He didn’t even realise how he had suddenly pushed her against him, her head resting on his shoulder while he buried his face in her neck. Her smell surely made his heart beat a whole lot faster, but he hadn’t felt so calm in a while and he even shivered when she enveloped his frame.

-Stay.

If he said anything more he knew it wouldn’t be pretty. She simply nodded and soon enough they fell on his couch, snuggling into each other’s warmth.

For Ethan it felt like he clang to life itself. This was wrong. He wasn’t supposed to and he damned himself for how weak he was, damning Casey and her pretty face.

He had stopped believing in God for a long time, but when he saw her he began to think maybe she was a miracle. His forbidden little fragment of peace.

Hell damned him, who was Ethan Ramsey, mere human, to resist an angel?

#open heart #open heart choices #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc

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prairiesongserial · 4 years

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Windfield Pass 9

TW: Amputation

Anna and Marge both looked like they might faint.

“You might have guessed by...our impolite appearances, that Owl and I have had a hard journey,” Agnes began, slowly. “We ran into some trouble in the waste, on the way from Pickton. Owl was badly scared by a mutie. A Weeper.”

Agnes felt ill, besmirching Selkie’s name after she had saved their lives. But it would all have been for nothing if Owl lost her placement in Windfield.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Anna said, taking one of Owl’s hands. “You must have been terrified.”

Owl frowned. “Agnes was more scared than me. I’m not afraid of anything. Selkie is nice, and I rode on her back.”

“Selkie?”

“The motorist,” Agnes managed. There was no opportunity to tell Owl to shut her mouth, not without seeming extremely suspicious.

“Strange names down in Pickton,” Marge muttered.

“That’s not true,” Meredith said, getting upset. “Owl told me she was friends with the muties in the waste, and she’s probably a mutie herself.”

“Now, Meredith, that’s a terrible thing to say...” Marge said. But she was looking more and more uncomfortable. “Let’s sort everything out with Mayor Willin, yes, he’ll get everything straightened out…”

Marge urged them toward the door, apologizing to the still stunned Anna. Owl sulked as she was called away from the barrel, and Agnes was beginning to promise that they would go back for the kidney beans later, when she stopped short. As the bell on the doorframe tinkled behind her, Agnes realized that the streets had changed in the small group’s short absence. A party of hunters was stumbling down the main road, travel worn and miserable. They bore one of their own on a stretcher fashioned from rough hewn branches and prairie grass, dogs yapping at their heels. People spilled out of their homes and businesses to watch the procession.

The dogs scared a scream out of Owl, and she hid behind Agnes.

“Nothing to fear,” Agnes told her, in barely a murmur. “Don’t say anything else about Selkie, hear?”

“Why?” Owl said quietly. “I like Selkie. Is Selkie bad?”

Agnes squeezed Owl’s shoulder, then approached the hunters.

“Dr. Hopper,” one of them said in amazement. “You were supposed to have left. Hey, it’s Dr. Hopper!”

The rest of the hunters - few in number, only three - stopped and crowded her.

“Can you save him?” the man asked. “Damn Llorona got him.”

Agnes inspected the man on the stretcher. Selkie had ripped one of his arms to ribbons. It seemed so unnecessary, until Agnes realized it was his right arm - it would likely be his shooting arm.

“If he loses the arm, maybe,” Agnes said. “Get him inside, anywhere, and bring me a belt, and the town mason. And something that can cut stone.”

Agnes had done field amputations twice before, and only one of those patients had lived. It was an exhausting operation, and it had been so many years, she wasn’t sure she could do it anymore. She would have to take an unorthodox tack.

The hunters scattered. Agnes heard her name, heard whoops and hollers of an almost religious bent, one of the hunters calling back, “We’ll make today Hopper Day if you save ‘im, Doc!” The hunter’s friend hit him in a friendly, though chiding way and said, “Don’t say that, idiot, you aren’t the mayor.”

The hunter who had asked if Agnes could save the man on the stretcher stayed behind. He donated his own belt, and helped her drag the wounded man into Anna’s general store. Owl watched in awe, along with Meredith. There was no time to worry over them, though Agnes did wonder how Owl would feel if she found out her beloved Selkie had done this.

“Why is he like that?” Owl asked, creeping closer.

Agnes cinched the belt tight below the wounded man’s shoulder. He looked bad - his fellows had been dragging him for days. There was no way they could have gone through the Windfield pass with a stretcher in tow, which meant they had braved the mountains too, or perhaps cut north through mutie territory. It had been as hard a journey for them as it had been for Agnes and Owl.

Owl reached out and touched the man’s shoulder, as if she couldn’t believe he was real. The man’s eyes rolled to look at her, and he smiled - or maybe he was baring his teeth.

Agnes gave Owl a sharp look, and she drew her hand away.

“Save the arm, Dr. Hopper?” the wounded man said, breathing shallowly.

“Certainly not,” Agnes said. “If you live you’ll be lucky.”

The man squeezed his eyes closed. Shortly the other hunters returned, the town mason in tow. She was a young woman with deep-set eyes and brown curls twisted back into a sensible bun. She was still tying her stone-working apron on as she passed through the door.

“My God,” the mason said, fumbling with the knot. “Dr. Hopper, I - ”

Agnes searched the woman for her tools. She had brought a masonry chisel, perhaps misunderstanding her task. Behind her, two hunters staggered under the weight of a strange contraption which must have been a wet saw. It was operated by pedals and gasoline, and barely fit through the door of the general store. Agnes might have been better off calling the butcher for a cleaver. But no, she couldn’t trust the strength of her arm, nor could she trust the resolve of the butcher - or anyone else - to make a clean chop. The saw, on the other hand, cut clean, regardless of the resolve of its user.

“Alright,” Agnes said, and gestured to the mason. “You there, you can use that thing, so that’s what you’ll do. You all in the back, hold him still, at a right angle for her, and listen to everything she says.”

“You aren’t going to do it yourself?” the wounded man asked nervously. “But you’re the doctor.”

“I’m also an old woman,” Agnes snapped. “Get started.”

The mason’s hands trembled as she got her contraption ready. The hunters scrambled to move their compatriot into position. And Agnes herself chose the line onto which the mason would lower the saw. She checked the tightness of the belt.

“Someone run to the nearest house and bring me a shovelful of hot coals,” she said. “Anna, get a basin ready with strong spirits, set it nearby with a rag - a clean one. Owl, get my pack. There’s a little vial with a red syrup…”

She trailed off, thinking of the symbol Selkie had drawn for her. She had never identified herself with any of her tools. The symbol for doctor or medicine in the northwest was an intersection of green lines at a right angle. But to Selkie, it was this, this little tincture that took away pain. The most superficial of her tools - but the most empathetic. It was funny that Selkie had chosen painkiller to represent Agnes, when Selkie had been the one to necessitate its use today.

The general store buzzed with movement, the wounded man breathing shallow, anxious breaths with his arm posed just so under the saw blade. In seconds, Agnes had all she needed before her. Coals, alcohol, bandages.

“What is that? Why are you doing that?” Owl asked from underfoot. “Agnes, why is he like that. Agnes, what is that thing?”

“Give him a healthy swig of the syrup, Anna,” Agnes said, ignoring Owl. The wounded man was distracted by the vial, and at that moment Agnes silently signalled the mason, who fired up the saw. In less than a second, it was done, the wounded man too surprised to scream. At least for a moment.

“Hold him still,” snapped Agnes. She moved quickly. With heat from the coals, alcohol, and many layers of bandage from her pack, the wound was soon sufficiently clean and cauterized.

“Mason, thank you,” Agnes said. “Go home and have a drink.”

“Thank you, I will,” she muttered, stunned. And she left, staggering onto the porch.

Mechanically, Anna retrieved a mop and attended to the blood on the floor. Bodies moved this way and that in the store, mostly silent, cleaning up or caring for the wounded man, muttering in low voices about where to take him, and who would care for him. Agnes thought she caught a strange, mistrustful look in one of the hunter’s eyes. But he soon left, and Agnes put the thought out of her mind.

The general store began to clear out, leaving only Agnes, Owl, and Anna behind. Meredith had gone home as soon as the excitement was over, and Marge, likely overcome with the need to tell someone about the goings on in Anna’s store today, had left long before.

Anna dragged her mop bucket outside to dump the bloody water in the grass. Agnes watched her carefully. She was a narrow, strong woman, who set to a task, no matter how gruesome, with grace and hard work. And apparently she wanted a child. Most in Windfield had had parenthood thrust upon them, and made do. And their children made do, too.

Agnes cleaned the blood from her hands and clothes with a damp rag. Owl had appeared at her side at some point, watching Anna clean blood from the floor with more rapture even than Agnes, lost in her reverie.

“Why did you do that to him?” Owl said solemnly. “Why did they cut off his arm?”

Agnes reached down and squeezed Owl’s hand.

“Sometimes you need to be hurt more in order to get better,” she said.

“Oh,” said Owl. “I don’t get it.”

Anna returned with a fresh bucket of water. Agnes let go of Owl’s hand and stepped forward to meet Anna at the door, where they wouldn’t be overheard.

“In the last hour you’ve had enough excitement in your shop for several weeks,” Agnes said.

Anna leaned back against the doorpost, letting the mop lean next to her.

“No thanks to you,” she said. She wasn’t hostile, just honest. Agnes liked her.

“It would be silly to ask you to commit to Owl today - I’m sure the mayor can place her temporarily somewhere until someone in town adopts her. Or until someone sends word to me to find placement for her somewhere else.” Agnes smiled grimly. “Allowing Marge to handle a delicate affair was my mistake.”

Anna offered her half a smile in return. She slapped the mop back against the floor and resumed cleaning. The woman was exhausted. Agnes supposed she had better go.

“Come along, Owl,” Agnes called, re-shouldering her pack. “We have another errand or two before the day is done.”

Reluctantly, Owl pulled herself away from the rhythmic motion of Anna’s mop and followed Agnes out the door.

Windfield Pass 8 || Windfield Pass 10

#story

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simplywylan · 5 years

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Special Treatment

He couldn't believe it.

Three weeks.

Three whole weeks he'd been learning and practicing for this damn surgery and now he was off of it, all because Jo asked to be on it? Levi knew it was somewhat ridiculous to be angry but he was. This surgery would have been a massive stepping stone for him in his career and now here he was, sat in one of the on-call rooms, study books placed out in front of him.

A rotationplasty is not something that happens too often and the fact that he had the incredible opportunity to scrub in on it when none of the other interns did was huge. In all too quick of a moment, it had been ripped away from him. However, that wasn't what hurt the most about the whole situation. What hurt most is that Jo made that face, subtly mentioning how Levi was only on the surgery because of 'special treatment', obviously hinting towards being Nico's boyfriend. What hurt even more was that Nico just stood there and didn't say anything. He didn't deny it, didn't try and fight to keep Levi on the surgery. He knew how excited Levi was for this surgery and still did nothing. Absolutely nothing.

That was what Levi was most vexed about.

He hadn't heard from Nico since. Honestly, he didn't want to. He was mad. Real mad. If he saw Nico now, he didn't know how he would react. Would he snap? Would he just ignore him and hope he went away? Would he act as if nothing had happened? They were still on rough terms from that morning, which only made the situation a bit more intense.

Levi let out a sigh as he flipped the page of the book that was open in front of him, tapping the pen in his other hand against the table as his eyes skimmed through the words. He wrote a couple important, keywords down, hoping it would help him memorize them. He still had exams he needed to do and he planned on passing them.

As he went to write down another thing, his phone buzzed on the table next to him. It was a text from his mother, asking if he was okay. He half-heartedly smiled to himself as he picked up his phone and swiftly texted her back, letting her know that his day had just been a bit hectic. At least he'd managed to scrub in on some sort of surgery earlier. That memory of the man coughing up a massive blood clot was something he wouldn't forget. Ever.

Just as he pressed send, the door of the on-call room opened. Levi's attention automatically went to the door, only to see Nico standing there, almost shocked to see Levi. With a heavy sigh, Levi turned his attention back to his books, picking his pen back up to scribble down some more notes. The door clicked shut behind Nico as he entered, sitting himself down opposite Levi. Even so, Levi kept his focus on his notes, not really wanting to argue with Nico right now. He didn't need the added stress.

"Hey," Nico began, trying to capture Levi's attention. Much to his dismay, Levi didn't look up. "What are you doing?"

"Studying," Levi said, matter-of-factly, like it wasn't completely obvious what he was doing.

"Are you okay?" Nico asked, resting his arms on the table, causing it to shift slightly. It ended up making Levi mess up his notes. They were going so well.

"I'm fine," He spoke through gritted teeth, almost slamming his pen down on the table as he sat back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. "What?"

"You obviously aren't okay, considering that you keep snapping at me." Nico shook his head a little, letting out a breathy laugh. He couldn't believe that Levi was acting in such a manner. He could be a real drama queen sometimes. The sass Levi possessed was incredible.

"What, are you some sort of psychiatrist now?" Levi finally moved his gaze to look at Nico, as much as he didn't want to.

"Can you stop acting like such a drama queen?" Nico quipped. Levi scoffed at his words.

"I have every right to be pissed right now, Nico."

"Listen, about the surgery-"

"No, drop it. I'm not talking about this right now." Levi stopped him before he could say anything else. Levi wasn't about to let this situation pass over like it was nothing. The surgery was something extremely important to him and he got kicked off of it like it was nothing.

Nico took in a deep breath as he stood from the chair, the legs of it scraping against the floor with a screech. The sound made Levi cringe. "I couldn't have said anything that would have kept you on that surgery!"

"Yes, you could have!" Levi argued back, also standing up from his chair. He stood up with so much force that the chair flew back and landed against the floor with a loud thud. He made his way around the table so he could stand in front of Nico. "I worked tirelessly for three weeks to help assist on that surgery, you stood by me and helped me every step of the way!"

"Levi, keep your voice-"

"No, let me speak! That surgery was a massive deal for me. It was a huge stepping stone for my career as a surgeon. I didn't get on that surgery just because of you. I got on that surgery because I worked hard and I proved that I could do it. I didn't get on that surgery because of 'special treatment', or whatever. I missed out on a huge opportunity today, all because you didn't stand up for me."

"Woah, you're blaming this on me now?" Nico almost seemed to laugh, tearing his gaze from Levi to take a moment to compose himself. There was no way that it was Nico's fault.

"Yeah, I'm blaming you. Why didn't you say something, Nico? You knew how much I wanted this and you just let it slip away from me." Levi let out a shaky breath as he finished, wrapping his arms around his stomach, his expression melting into something that resembled hurt.

"I had no power to say anything, Levi. It was purely Link and Jackson's decision to make." Nico explained, taking a step towards Levi, in hopes that he would be able to comfort him.

"I could have proven that I am more than what people think of me. I could have proven that I could do it. You had just as much say as Link or Jackson in that situation. That surgery could have actually really helped me to progress, to learn and see what happens in situations like that. You didn't say anything because you didn't want me in that room, did you?" Levi's brows furrowed together, the very thought of Nico not saying anything purely because of their little argument earlier that morning made his stomach twist. It felt awful.

"No, Levi. Why would you even think that?" Nico couldn't believe Levi had even thought of such a thing.

"It doesn't really matter now, does it? The surgery is done and over with. Listen, I have uh... Stuff, to do. I'll speak to you later. I just want to be alone right now." Levi mentioned, his voice low as he spoke, almost a whisper. Nico let out a sigh as he nodded, realizing he wasn't going to get anything else out of Levi.

Just a few moments later and Nico had left, leaving Levi to tidy up his study notes before he had to head back out to check on his patients.

The rest of the day had passed in a blur. Before he really knew what was happening, he was rushing after Nico, telling him that he loved him. Yes, he had really just told Nico that he loved him. Which was very, very true. Levi wasn't going to deny it. There was no way he could.

Levi loved Nico with all his heart, which was both exciting and terrifying at the same time. It was a completely new feeling for Levi to have to experience for the first time. The nerves that ran through his body when he finally uttered those three words to Nico were almost enough to stop him from saying it.

Now, he was cuddled up with Nico, watching the end of a movie together. It had been an eventful day full of many conflicting emotions that Levi couldn't quite fully begin to understand. However, even though it seemed that the arguments of that day had been long forgotten, the lingering feeling of hurt had stayed deep within Levi.

"I don't get these kinds of movies," Nico sighed, cocking his head a little to the side as he watched the screen. "The dogs don't even talk and yet we seem to understand everything they want to say. They don't even really have a way of showing emotion other than wagging their tail or bearing their teeth. It's so strange."

"Do you really have to analyze every movie we watch?" Levi laughed a little, shifting himself a little so he could look up at Nico. Nico lifted his shoulder's in a slight shrug.

"It just baffles me," Nico commented, eyes still locked onto the movie. Levi grinned to himself, taking a moment to admire the man he loved so dearly.

"Oh, so a complicated surgery doesn't stump you, but understanding animals emotions does? Nico Kim, you sure are a weird man." Levi joked, sitting up from where he been cuddled into Nico's side. Nico finally tore his gaze away from the screen to look at Levi, who was stretching his arms above his head, his muscles sore from having been working all day.

"You're not still mad about the surgery, are you?" Nico raised a brow, hoping that Levi wasn't about to bring it up again.

When Levi was finally done stretching, he looked at Nico, a tired grin tugging at the corner of his lips. He shook his head slightly, letting out a short sigh. "No, I don't think I am. There will be other opportunities for me. I got to save a man's life today, and potentially save his daughters too."

"I heard about that," Nico shifted in his seat so he could face Levi a little more. "Bailey mentioned how proud she was of you. You saved a life today, Levi. I just turned someone's ankle into a knee."

"I guess you're right." Levi couldn't hide the bright smile that spread across his lips. He really had saved a life today. Two, potentially. Maybe missing out on the rotationplasty wasn't such a bad thing after all?

"So, I think you may have won the surgery lottery today. I can't believe my boyfriend is a life-saver." A cheeky grin tugged at Nico's lips as he spoke. Levi let out a whine, hiding his face in his hands to hide the fact he was blushing.

"Why do you have to be so cheesy all the time?" Levi removed his hands from his face, resting them in his lap as he stared at Nico, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. Nico let out a low chuckle, a sense of pride washing over him. He always enjoyed teasing Levi. His reactions never failed to amuse Nico.

"I like seeing you blush. You're really adorable when you react the way you do."

"Oh, shut up." Levi quipped, lowering his head to hide the smile gracing his face.

Nico watched on in awe of Levi, unable to comprehend how beautiful he truly was. Nico sat himself up, reaching out to take Levi's hands in his own, stroking his thumb across the back of Levi's hand softly. Levi looked up at Nico, his cheeks still somewhat flushed a light shade of pink. "I love you. So, so much. You truly are incredible, Levi Schmitt."

"I love you, too," Levi muttered back, giving Nico's hands a subtle squeeze as he leaned forward, closing the gap between them, pressing his lips against Nico's in a soft, tender kiss. Nico dropped Levi's hands, his hands coming up to rest against Levi's neck, ever so slightly pulling him in closer. His thumb grazed against Levi's cheek as they kissed, Levi's hands coming to rest against Nico's waist.

At the end of the day, yes, Levi was upset he didn't get to scrub in on the surgery he'd waited weeks for. But he wouldn't trade-in this moment with Nico for anything else in the entire world.

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Prompt Chain: Wild Animals

So as part of my wacky discord family we have a prompt chain. The benevolent @dc-writes has given me ‘wild animals’ which I feel is very personal. Nevertheless! Thank you, DC. Warning: contains some violence and swearing. May I present:

Waking in Kelbr forest is like rousing from a peaceful sleep in your own bed and smells the same. Except the bed is rock, the smell is stale urine and the quiet sleep is because your best friend just slammed a heavy fucking shield against each of your ears.

“LERA!” you scream, then wince and fall back in the bed/rock/home/piss. A rumble echoes through the forest and said friend appears around the corner of a clump of evergreens.

“What?” she smirks, and you rub your ears as you try and fail to stand.

“What the hell.” you growl, glancing around you, then using the closest tree trunk to haul yourself into a seated position against it. Only now do you realise you’re bleeding. When you were fighting, evidently you had neglected to protect your legs. There are rips in your jeans and blood caked in gashes running across them. At least there are bandages there. It makes you curious as to how long you’ve been out.

“Oh!” her gaze follows yours. “I got to play doctor.” she grins, then shrugs when you met her gaze and shoves her hands in the deep pockets of her grubby overalls. You notice she is a significant distance away now. It gives you some satisfaction that she seems to think that necessary. Even when you can hardly string two thoughts together. Clang… that had been the last sound to ring through the air before you woke up here.

“What the hell.” you repeat through gritted teeth, taking a couple of deep breaths and turning to pull yourself into a standing position. “Fuck!” you cry when you put pressure on your legs. Something tears and you feel fresh blood seeping through one of the bandages she had put together.

“Oops.” she frowns, scratching her nose. “That worked better from what I remembered.”

“Evidently not.” you can’t bring yourself to do anything but scrunch up your face and wait for the

throbbing to end. And there is a hell of a lot of it to wait for.

“What did you do Lera…” you manage to growl after a few beats. She’s watching you, though you aren’t returning the stare, with some interest. Still a good distance away.

“I bandaged you up.” she chuckles. “You look like you been on a weekend bender.”

“Without me?” a deeper voice booms through the forest and you wince again. Clang … The noise echoes and you hold a hand to your forehead, trying to steady the world. It has no effect.

“That’s not what happened.” you lift your head towards Finn, who has one brow raised as he watches you.

“Looks like it. Which moonshine’d’she hit you with this time?”

“Moonshine?” you ask, barely, barely, beginning to regain some coherence.

“Yeah, it’s new. They’ve got it back home.”

“Finn, all they have back home is piss.”

“And blood.” chimes Lera, and you and Finn both look to her.

“How are you so fucking happy?” you manage, “ugh…” any words fall back to incoherence as you stumble around the tree and bend over, unleashing everything you have consumed in your life into the bush conveniently within retching distance.

“That sounds violent!” calls Lera, and they both crack up as you choke and try to regain some morsel of conscious thought. Some...clang…

“I’m gonna fucking kill you…” you mutter, knowing full well - as they did - that you won’t.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late.” Finn’s voice comes closer and a rough cloth appears around the tree.

“Thanks.” you say reflexively, regretting it immediately. They don’t deserve your thanks.

Every second lessens the confusion and doubles the anger. After you’ve cleaned yourself up, you round the tree again and see Lera and Finn watching you.

“How fucking bad do I look,” you ask, “that you stare at me like I’m a Draziw?” Lera smirks, holding a fist over her mouth. One of Finn’s eyebrows vanishes under his mop of greasy hair.

“It’s not how you look.” says the former.

“It’s how you smell.” Finn grins toothily and steps forward to clap your shoulder.

“Whatever.” You spit, shrugging off his hand as you push past them.

“Why’d you hit him again, squirt?” You hear Finn question as they seem to follow. Your shoulders tense, but you keep walking, ignoring the pounding in your head and the shooting pains through your legs as they knit back together. You know exactly why she hit you.

“He was in the way.” She replies nonchalantly. You grit your teeth. Lera had the shortest fucking fuse… Finn snorts.

“Good reason.” He chuckles.

“You shoulda seen it!” Lera giggles. Evidently Finn’s enthusiasm has spurred more in her. “Right on the ears… like this.” You hear the whoosh of something heavy through the air and duck, just evading the shield that flies over your head. You spin back.

“WHAT THE FUCK, LERA!?” You yell, then launch yourself at her, snatching a knife from your belt as you do. Her eyes widen like you’ve just offered her way off the island.

“Oh shit -”

“No!” Finn’s meaty arm appears between you and Lera and your wrist connects with it, almost knocking the blade from your hand. You manage to hold onto it, barely, but Lera is way out of reach and Finn looks angry.

“Lemme…” you struggle fruitlessly against his strength, until finally a hand grabs your collar and Finn sends you flying.

“Back off.” he stands in front of Lera, who is grinning. You stand, several feet away now, and clench your knife tighter in your fist.

“Make me.” you growl, and rush forward. Finn lunges at you but, spurred on by the healing wounds, you drop and skid under his arm. Lera isn’t grinning anymore as you come up in front of her, knife still in hand.

“Grrr…” out the corner of your eye you see Finn thrust an arm up. He’s too strong for you to hit back, so you duck and swivel until Lera is between you.

“Still happy about it?” you pull her body against you, knife blade up against her throat.

“I… I didn’t…” she whispers, and tears drip onto your arm. Your heart sinks. Every time…

“Lera…” you mutter, your hand slackening.

“That’s right.” Finn is glaring at you, hands up and reaching out. “Give me the knife.” the look in his eyes says this isn’t friendly anymore. Some doubt creeps in but is shut down when an elbow slams into your ribs.

“Fuck!” you manage as you release her, and she turns immediately and pushes you hard. Dropping the knife to break your fall, you try to regain the air in your lungs.

“I told you, no!” Lera’s brow is a firm line as she growls at you, teeth bared. A glance at Finna tells you he is watching her and, sure enough, before she can take a step he has lifted her from the ground. Her legs dangle a foot from the earth and you watch from ground level nearby. Lera was strong, you’d give her that, but neither of you could match Finn. You grab the knife...

“GET BACK IN LINE!”

The hair at the back of your neck stands on end at the voice, accompanied by an all-too-familiar humming. Finn puts Lera down as you stand, and the three of you exchange the same drawn brow and pinched lips.

The same as every time a Draziw walks among you.

“I SAID IN LINE! NOW!” you shuffle at the request to stand beside Lera, with Finn on her other side. It had been weeks since one had been here.

“Yes, Scar.”

As you mumble, a huge horse appears through the trees nearby. Beside you, Lera visibly shivers and you grasp her hand to calm her. A bare hint of a smile crosses her lips as you nod reassuringly.

“What is this?” Scar demands, sitting tall upon the terrifying looking steed. You look down. Making eye contact is a bad idea. Scar, commander and well known fuckwit, scans the three of you. Lera is dirty from head to toe, Finn always has blood on him from somewhere, and your torn clothing, bloody bandages and bruises are not as uncommon as you would like. Even if your legs are almost healed.

"Nothin.'" Finn says shortly. His face is still a little red from the almost-fight and the anger hasn't left him.

"Oh yeah?" Scar unsheathes a sword and lifts Lera's chin. Her hand shakes and you hold it tighter.

"Yeah." You look up and meet his gaze. Your hand trembles now, not in fear, but in anger. The sword still sits beneath Lera's chin, much too close, and your eyes flit to it before fixing Scar with a glare. He doesn't like that.

"Back off, Scar." Finn growls. His anger isn't dissipating, it's doing the opposite. For whatever reason, they had sent a commander. You are glad they have, really, because you've been planning this.

"You." He moves his horse and his sword to point at Finn's chest. "You just took two of my best men down up the river. Didn't you." Scar's expression is still controlled but now that you know he is angry, you can see the fury in his eyes.

Lera glances at you, relief crashing on her at not having a sword against her throat - not an unreliable one, at least - and lifts an eyebrow. So thats where the blood on Finn's shirt came from today. Neither of you really asked anymore. You turn back.

Finn hasn't answered, he looks more like he's trying not to smile, and it isn't helping Scar's fury.

"Bunch of wild animals, you are." He growls, and pulls back his horse. Lera let's go of your hand and clasps hers behind her back. "The three of you will be out by nightfall. I want you off the island, away from my camps. Whatever you need to do to get there, I don't give a damn." He glances between you. "I want you gone."

"Or what?""Lera asks, her voice so much higher than Finn's or Scar's, but no less menacing.

"Or you get to discover what happens when you defy your betters, dog." He sits tall, chest out.

Finn laughs.

Scar looks to him.

You and Lera throw your knives.

"Ahhh!!" Scar reels and pulls back as one plunges into his eye socket and the other his chest. His horse rears whilst you and Lera exchange a high five and Finn keeps laughing.

"Come on!" You yell, knowing the noise of the screaming Draziw is going to draw all of his friends. Lera is still sniggering as you grab her hand and drag her behind you, heart hammering. Heavy footfalls echo above the din of Scar's yells reassure you that Finn is following.

"YOU CAN'T CONTROL A WILD ANIMAL, SCAR!!" Finn calls back excitedly, his booming voice will easily be heard by the Draziw. You trace back through your camp, grab your packs, and head for the beach whilst they're distracted. You wouldn't make it far in open ocean, but Scar couldn't protect his northern camp without that eye.

–

Time to head for home.

Clang...

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