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avi17 · 3 years

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MK X Pacific Rim AU Concept

You ever get an AU idea in your head and go absolutely feral for a bit putting it all on paper? Me neither, until now! This isn’t so much a fic as just a detailed wiki-style outline, but hopefully it will still be fun to read! I had a ton of fun figuring out how to translate all these concepts and backstories into the PR world. If anyone feels like doing anything with these ideas they’re absolutely welcome, just please credit me and link back to this post if you do! I don’t think I’ll ever be able to write this into some massive longfic, but I definitely hope to do some shorts in this ‘verse. I brainstormed this with a bunch of people, and got some fun ideas from @sxvethelastdance, @bastardsunlight, and @fallen-angel-lucifer- thank you guys so much for humoring all this!

Pan Pacific Defense Corps Marshal Raiden was a legendary Mark 1 pilot dating back to when the program was first launched. Based out of the Shatterdome in Tokyo, he and his brother Fujin, in their Jaeger Thunderbolt Gale, were the first line of defense from Kaiju attacks headed westward from the breach for five grueling years. However, they met their match in Motaro, the first Category 3 Kaiju to make landfall on Hokkaido, and when Fujin was torn from their Jaeger and killed, Raiden was forced to take down the creature solo- a feat replicated only twice since. The physical and emotional toll of that day led to his retirement from active combat, but he remained in the PPDC as a commander, as well as a mentor of other pilots. When the Jaeger program was decommissioned, he was the last one to retain his faith in it, and took up leadership over the few remaining Jaegers at the Shatterdome in Hong Kong for one final stand against the Kaiju. Current Pilots:

Liu Kang and Kung Lao Jaeger: White Lotus Original base: Hong Kong

The home base heroes of the Hong Kong Shatterdome, pilots Liu Kang and Kung Lao are the top graduates and darlings of the Wu Shi Jaeger Academy. Raised together in a martial arts sect before the first breach and drift compatible since their ranger training began, they are nearly inseparable- though Kung Lao has never quite forgotten how Liu Kang's scores just barely edged out his own in their individual skill assessments, and he strives constantly to prove himself his partner's equal (despite Liu Kang's insistence that such competition is unnecessary). Their Jaeger, White Lotus, is a well-rounded, powerful machine, featuring high-powered flamethrowers, as well as a system of fuel vents that allow it to set its fists alight and heat them to brutal temperatures in close-quarters battle. For ranged combat, it utilizes a circular blade mounted to its head, which can be thrown like a boomerang with enough force to slice through buildings.

Kitana and Jade Jaeger: Edenia Glory Original Base: Lima

Interplanetary refugees, Kitana and Jade escaped to Earth after their homeworld was attacked and overrun by Kaiju invaders. Their spacecraft crashed in the middle of the Amazon rainforest, and though they immediately searched for civilization in order to warn Earth’s people of what was to come, the first wave of attacks had already begun. After making their way to Lima, they volunteered to put their combat skills and close bond to use as rangers in the South American Jaeger program. Together they have defended the coasts of Chile and Peru since the Mark-2 days, though between battles, they spend their time in communication with the PPDC and the U.N., sharing what information they can about the Kaiju and other alien life previously unknown on Earth. Their Jaeger, Edenia Glory incorporates technological elements from their original planet not used in any other Jaeger, and is lithe, fast, and deadly, with a style focused primarily on precision bladework rather than hand to hand brawling. Its name is a tribute to their lost homeworld, and they use it to great effect to prevent Earth from suffering the same fate.

Sonya Blade and Jackson "Jax" Briggs (later Johnny Cage) Jaeger: Flawless Victory Original Base: Los Angeles

Both Lt. Sonya Blade and Maj. Jax Briggs had successful careers in the U.S military behind them when the first Kaiju came ashore and attacked San Francisco. Though at the time, Sonya was in the field pursuing the criminal Kano, she returned to the states when her friend and superior officer, Jax, suggested that they might be good candidates for the newly-formed ranger program. He proved to be right, and the two did time at the Shatterdomes in both Los Angeles and Anchorage, fighting off Kaiju from Canada to Mexico, and became well-admired figures within the military for their ascent. Though far from unscathed, the ostentatiously-named Flawless Victory is the last American Jaeger left standing by the time the program is decommissioned and is a tank of a machine, sacrificing some speed for the greatest physical strength of any Jaeger still on the field. Like the other American Jaegers, for long range combat it favors plasma cannons and explosives- particularly a ring-shaped plasma blast with wider coverage than the usual single beam- but it is at its most effective when delivering a crushing beatdown up close and personal. Johnny Cage is the star of a popular series of action films dramatizing the battles of the Jaegers and Kaiju, and to many civilians at home, is as much the face of the Jaeger program as its real members. He has a secret ambition to become an actual pilot and has an impressive record in simulations, but because of his celebrity status (and his personality), Marshal Raiden and the other Jaeger teams refuse to consider him as a true contender. However, when a vicious fight with two Kaiju at once leaves both of Jax's arms shattered, taking him out of commission as a pilot for the foreseeable future, Sonya is forced to accept Johnny as her new co-pilot in order to keep Flawless Victory in the fray where it is needed. Despite her irritation with him, they turn out to be drift compatible, and become a formidable duo in their own right.

Hanzo Hasashi and Kuai Liang Jaeger: Phantom Vengeance Original Base: Nagasaki

From the Nagasaki Shatterdome, the bright yellow Mark-3 Jaeger Shirai Ryu defended the coast of the Yellow Sea across three countries. Its building was overseen by its husband and wife pilots, Hanzo and Harumi Hasashi, and it was named for the legendary warrior clan from which Hanzo claimed descent. It was in service for four years, though Hanzo and Harumi always spent as much time as possible between missions with their young son Satoshi, who lived with them in their quarters at the base so that his parents could still have a part in raising him in a world that would not guarantee a reunion for families who choose to separate. Across the sea based in Shanghai was an organization known as the Lin Kuei, a private military contractor funded by shadowy, unknown sources. Though its bread and butter was anti-Kaiju weaponry, it also began to develop its own Jaegers- the only ones outside the PPDC, created from illicitly obtained blueprints, and hireable for the right price. Its crown jewel was a small, stealthy machine called simply Sub-Zero, unique for its proficiency underwater and tendency to use coolant as a weapon rather than fire or explosives, and piloted by two brothers- Bi-Han and Kuai Liang. When the massive Kaiju Kintaro directly attacked the Nagasaki Shatterdome, Shirai Ryu was the only Jaeger left to defend it. Desperate, the Hasashis attempted to contact the Lin Kuei, as they were closer than the nearest other Shatterdome in Tokyo. They received no response and were forced into battle alone, and though they prevailed, the price was too high- not only Harumi’s life when part of their cockpit was crushed, but Satoshi’s as well, buried in the wreckage of the base. In his grief, Hanzo blamed the Lin Kuei- particularly Bi-Han, with whom he had never gotten along- for what he perceived as a failure to act due to greed and amorality. What Hanzo did not know that day was that they were experiencing the first double event in history, and Sub-Zero and the Lin Kuei were under attack by the Kaiju Sheeva at the same time. The Kaiju hivemind had figured out Sub-Zero’s usual strategy of attacking from the water, and were ready with an acidic bite that tore a hole in the cockpit, which rapidly flooded. After a similar failure to make contact with Shirai Ryu, Bi-Han was swept out into the sea and presumably drowned (though his body was never recovered), but Kuai Liang, despite a bleeding face and water up to his neck, managed to kill the Kaiju mere moments before Sub-Zero ceased to function. After his release from medical, a furious Kuai Liang set off immediately for the remains of the Nagasaki Shatterdome to confront Hanzo for his failure to respond to the attack, since Shanghai was within Nagasaki's area of coverage. Both blinded by rage, they nearly got into a fistfight in the middle of the base, but once they realized what had truly happened, their anger cooled. They bonded over their grief, and the unfathomable experience of having to pilot a Jaeger alone after such loss- and in the process, discovered they were drift compatible, and that they both wished to continue the fight in retaliation for what the Kaiju had done to their families. Their new Jaeger, Phantom Vengeance, is a strange sight- constructed from salvaged pieces of both Sub-Zero and Shirai Ryu (along with some newer tech to fill the gaps), it looks as much like a walking ghost as its pilots. However, it should not be underestimated based on its appearance. Quick and light (for a Jaeger), it features a retractable grappling hook to drag Kaiju into the range of its blasts of powerful coolant, and a devastating grip to snap them like twigs once frozen.

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After the destruction of Sub-Zero and the defection of Kuai Liang, the Lin Kuei concluded that the problem with the Jaeger program was the human element of drift compatibility, which limited the number of possible pilots and held them back due to concern for their partners in battle. Therefore, in secret, they began a series of horrific experiments, fusing subjects with their Jaegers to operate more like batteries than true pilots, and erasing their memories through drugging and electric shock in order to create blank minds that could operate together without the complications of emotion. Assassins Cyrax and Sektor, along with Kuai Liang’s close friend Tomas Vrbada, were among the subjects of this initiative, forced to operate a three-armed machine called Triborg.

Shang Tsung is a scientist, shunned from the academic community and at times running afoul of the law for his unethical- if not outright twisted- biological experiments. He and Marshal Raiden have crossed paths in the past, and though no one knows the details, their enmity towards each other is clear. However, in his desperation after the decommissioning of the Jaeger program, Raiden had Shang Tsung brought from prison to the Hong Kong Shatterdome, and gave him access to whatever parts he needed to find a way to destroy the Kaiju- by any means necessary. Shang Tsung agreed partly because of the money offered, but mostly because the world's destruction would throw quite the wrench into his own personal goals. (And maybe because it was deeply satisfying- and perhaps useful- to have the Marshal in his debt.) Where his allegiance will lie at the end of the day, however, is anyone's guess.

For such experiments, one needs a steady supply of Kaiju parts, and for contraband like that, Raiden had to look even lower- to the crime syndicate the Black Dragon, led by Kano and including his associates, Kabal and Erron Black. Though once mercenaries dealing in everything from illicit arms trading to assassination, the Black Dragon followed the money and and put all their resources into the trafficking of Kaiju parts. With demand so high, they have become immensely powerful, but their involvement with the PPDC in the name of greater profits ends up bringing Kano face to face with his old nemesis, Sonya Blade- with predictably violent results.

Nightwolf was the historian of the Matoka tribe, which had long ago predicted a great cataclysm that would bring about the end of life on earth. Though he had been skeptical that such legends were real, when that cataclysm came to pass in the form of the Kaiju invasion, Nightwolf was not content to merely await a prophesied destruction. He left home and applied for the ranger program, but although he trained toward being a pilot and had the necessary combat skills, he never found a partner with whom he was drift compatible. Rather than dwell on this with resentment, he pivoted his focus into other ways he could help, and found his place as a technician and LOCCENT officer. Transferred to Hong Kong after the decommissioning of the Jaeger program, he was the rangers’ primary point of communication with the base while in battle.

Though most of the world fears the Kaiju, there are also those who worship them, and such admiration has evolved over the years into a full-blown religion. The shadowy high priest of this cult is Quan Chi, who claims that the Kaiju have been sent by the God of Death himself- to end the days of humans on Earth as we so richly deserve. Recently, a strange, hollow-eyed man calling himself Noob Saibot has appeared like a shadow at Quan Chi’s side, serving as his personal bodyguard against all threats and a fellow ardent believer in the inevitability of humanity’s destruction. Mileena is a grotesque fusion of Kaiju DNA with that of Kitana, which was stolen against her will when she was injured and bled during the invasion of Edenia. She enters Earth as a general of the Kaiju, connected to their hivemind, along with the first Category 5 to ever come through the breach, Goro. Together, they intend to ensure the will of their creator and the ruler of the Anteverse- Shao Kahn- is carried out.

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everamazingfe · 3 years

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Magic in the Mundane

Fic Summary: Everyone had something special about them, their own personal bit of magic. Most found out about their abilities early, but Gavin had always been a bit of a late bloomer. Luckily, Michael comes by to help him put the pieces together.

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Words in this chapter: 5521 Pairings: Gavin Free/Michael Jones Warnings for this chapter: None

Notes: Written for Kait (@uy8hg) for the RT Writer’s Discord Secret Sunshine event! All of her prompts were amazing and I spent far too long trying to decide between them, but I'm so glad that I decided to go with this one because it was so much fun to write. Check the source for a link to read it over on A 0 3!

Prompt: Someone discovers a new power or something that they find really cool, and they want to show it off to everyone else, with varying levels of success.

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In a world full of wonder, it wasn’t always easy to appreciate the beauty in the mundane, but those who had magic running through their veins found it quite simple. The way that magic would manifest itself in those people wasn’t always the same, though. Sometimes, the magic was in their personality. Jack had a warmth about him that could make anyone’s day better in a matter of seconds. Trevor’s charisma was off the charts, he was such a smooth talker that it was hard for anyone to dislike him unless they really tried. Other times, it was in their looks. Alfredo had a smile that could light up any room, big and beaming and bright enough to outshine the sun. Geoff had amazingly artistic tattoos that seemed to come alive if one looked at them a little too long (he would always deny this, but there was a gleam in his eye that made everyone think twice about his words). Sometimes, it was something else entirely. Their magic came in the form of special abilities, of genuine magic. Lindsay could speak to animals, using their skills for good a majority of the time, but otherwise causing mischief. Michael could create just as well as he could destroy, rendering entire buildings obsolete and creating new ones in their wake.

There was a little bit of magic in everything, but oftentimes there were those that couldn’t see it in themselves. That was where Gavin stood. He was a smooth talker, sure, but not as smooth as Trevor. His smile wasn’t as bright as Alfredo’s. He didn’t have any magical abilities. Though he was welcomed into their group, he didn’t feel as though he belonged. He didn’t have any magic. They insisted that he was part of their crew, magic or not, and that he was welcome, but sometimes he didn’t want their comforts. He just wanted to be left alone. It was hard enough to be the lone member of the mundane in their little crew, he didn’t want their pity points on top of it. Still, it didn’t stop them from trying to help.

“Maybe you’re just a late bloomer?” Fiona suggested to him late one evening when the sun had already set, laid out on her back on the roof of a building Michael had created just for her. Her magic was her ability to be good at anything she set her mind to, with an unwavering confidence that Gavin admired (and sometimes envied), even when it was misplaced. “Or you could just be totally oblivious to it. That’s always an option.”

He let out a soft sigh, shrugging a shoulder as he turned his head to look at her. “Someone else would’ve noticed it in me by now though, I think. Everyone has something, even if they're not the ones who see it.” Those who had magic were usually pretty good at picking it out in others. It had been how those without genuine magic had discovered theirs. How Jack had discovered his warmth, how Ky had discovered her strength, and so on.

Fiona bit her lip, going quiet. He had a point there, but she didn’t want to admit it. She hated when he was right. “Maybe your magic is just being an idiot?” There was a grin on her lips, but the way that she spoke made it sound like a genuine suggestion. Gavin couldn’t help but burst out into laughter, his and Fiona’s giggles echoing out across the landscape.

“Kind of a shitty magic, don’t you think, Fifi?” He asked finally, when his sides ached from laughing and his lungs begged for air. “I know Michael would certainly agree with you, but… I really hope that’s not it.”

“I don’t know, Gavvy. Could be. But I hope that’s not it too. I think you’re made for something a bit better than that.” Instead of pity, or jokes, she gave him a vote of confidence, and there was a little gleam that formed in Gavin’s eyes at her words.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I do!

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The day after speaking to Fiona, Gavin was still thinking about her words. Despite how good it had made him feel in the moment, they’d ended up putting him in a worse mood than usual, and it was hard for him to even begin thinking about the magic he might have held. Was he really meant for something better than the idiocy his friends assigned to him? He wasn’t sure.

He’d set out on a hike, outside of the city that they’d made for themselves and into the woods surrounding it. Some time out in nature always made him feel better, more at ease, more connected to the magic of the world around him. The small nuances on how the ecosystem worked together to thrive always intrigued him, and he was jealous of how cohesive it all could be.

“I’m just a bit too all over the place for it, I guess,” he muttered to himself, taking a seat on a fallen tree. The moss was soft beneath him, and he ran his fingers over it as he talked to himself. Working through his thoughts aloud always made them feel less jumbled.

A figure sat down beside him with a heavy sigh, and a hand was placed over his. “Don’t beat yourself too much, Gav,” Geoff said quietly, wrapping his arm around Gavin and pulling himself close. “We can’t all be something special, otherwise there wouldn’t be anything special at all.”

Gavin let out a long sigh, leaning into the gent when he was pulled in. He’d stopped asking how Geoff could find him so easily long ago. It was the same answer every time, ‘I just know where to look, you assholes aren’t exactly all that hard to find,’ said with that same glint in his eye. “Yeah, I know. But it’d be nice to be able to do something more than exist.”

Geoff hummed softly, rubbing his thumb gently over Gavin’s shoulder. It always made him feel guilty when any of his friends were upset, particularly Gavin, but he’d been so hung up on the same thing for so long. “Are you sure you don’t just want an excuse for the attention to be back on you for a change?”

The lad sat up quickly, pulling away from Geoff and cutting him a confused look. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m just saying! Going around talking to everyone, being all mopey about not having magic? Pretty good way to get everyone to pay attention to you for a change, right?”

Gavin scoffed at the notion, pushing Geoff away from him. “That’s not what I’m doing at all!”

“Are you sure?” He asked, arching an eyebrow as Gavin stood up suddenly.

“Yes.” They’d had a few new members join their ranks, and attention was divided as they worked to expand their little city and network with others, but he hadn’t minded people paying less attention to him. If anything, he enjoyed it. It meant there was less pressure on him to perform. “Now, I’m going. And this time, you’re not allowed to search for me.”

He didn’t even know where he was going, he just wanted to go away. He wondered if that’s what everyone thought, or if Geoff was just trying to get a rise out of him. If they all thought that way, they’d certainly never said anything of the sort, but this was how people were going to treat him, Gavin didn’t want to be around them.

“What a dick,” he muttered to himself, pulling his cloak tighter around himself as he walked deeper into the forest. It was a beautiful green and gold tapestry, the hues blending together to make a simple but pleasing pattern. The threads had been hand-woven by Matt and enchanted to protect its wearer from whatever may come their way, and it did a remarkable job.

As he ventured deeper into the woods, the trees grew taller and thicker, blocking out the sun’s rays and sending a chill through the air. As the coldness began to creep in, the cloak kept him warm and made him feel safe. However, it couldn’t protect him from the turmoil inside his own mind.

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In the city center, Michael was having a different sort of crisis, and his angry shouting could be heard all across the land.

“You said what to him?!’

His relationship to Gavin was indiscernible at best, no one knew whether they were deeply in love or mortal enemies, but one thing was certain: he was fiercely protective of the fact that he was the only one allowed to bully Gavin, and anyone else could only do so with his permission. Whether they were soulmates or archnemesis, Gavin was his boi first and foremost.

“I just suggested that maybe being an idiot was his form of magic! It was funny, we were both laughing!” Fiona said, completely oblivious to the way that Michael was shooting daggers her way. Usually Michael played along with her playful teasing of Gavin, so when he didn’t continue to make jokes, she looked over. “Don’t you give me that look, you’re thinking it too.”

“I’m not, though.” Fiona scoffed, and Michael all but growled. “I’m not. You all underestimate him, and when he does find his magic, you’re going to be blown away. All of you will be.” There was a special sort of conviction to his words, one that was usually reserved for saying the most ridiculous things completely stone-faced.

Michael stormed off after that, ignoring Fiona’s demands for him to keep hanging out with her. Movement came from the bushes on the outskirts of their community, spotted just out of the corner of his eye, but his attention snapped towards it in an instant only to reveal that the movement was caused by Geoff. His eyebrows furrowed as the other tried to pretend like he wasn’t covered in burrs and twigs, like he wasn’t trying to sneak out of the brush and back into the city unnoticed.

“Do you know where Gavin is?” he asked instantly, lifting a hand swiftly to raise a dirt wall behind Geoff, who was trying to retreat back into the bushes as quickly as he’d come out of them.

“Why would I know where he is?” Geoff asked, his voice pitchy and lilted like he certainly did know where Gavin was, but also that he knew that revealing that information would get him in more trouble with Michael than not at the same time.

Michael’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward, the ground beneath his feet rumbling and propelling him like a moving walkway until he was nose to nose with Geoff. “Because you know where everyone is, you always know.”

There wasn’t fear in Geoff’s eyes, but the man’s chest rose and fell rapidly with anxious breaths. The staredown was long and tense, though he eventually relented, letting out a long sigh as the wall behind him fell. He wasn’t going anywhere. “I spoke to him in the woods maybe an hour ago, he told me that I’m not allowed to look for him, but here.” He reached into his gear, pulling out a weathered piece of parchment that was rolled and tied with a thin strip of leather. A map, one that he’d made with the same magic that lived in his tattoos, that not only held the lay of the land but also markers for everyone who lived in it. Geoff offered it to Michael, who quickly swiped it from him and unrolled it. “He never said anything about you going after him.”

The lad hummed quietly as his eyes scanned the map for the forest green marker that indicated Gavin’s name, wordlessly stepping beyond the brush and into the woods towards it.

“I don’t even get a thank you?!” Geoff cried out behind him, annoyed by the lack of gratitude. The ground beneath his feet rose suddenly, knocking him off his feet and onto the earth. He cried out, flailing his arms in an attempt to stop himself from falling, but it was futile. Michael was already gone.

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The woods looked easy to traverse on the map, and they most likely would have been if Michael had stayed on the trails, but he opted to make a beeline towards Gavin. The terrain was rocky and there were steep cliffs off the beaten path, but it was nothing that he couldn’t handle. He could mend and mold the earth to make it easier to traverse, creating stairs along the cliff faces for an easy descent. The climate was what was really getting to him. The chill in the air was unbearable for him, only getting worse as the sun began to dip down, and he had a bear’s pelt to keep him warm. Gavin’s frame was thinner and frailer than his own, he most likely wasn’t faring any better.

He lit a torch as night fell, raising up dirt and stone walls around himself to block out the cold and keep himself safe from the nocturnal monsters around him. After jamming the torch into the wall, he unfurled his map and saw that Gavin’s marker had stopped moving and was instead spinning around in frantic circles. Evidently, he was trying to make camp for the night as well. With a swift movement of his hand, miles away on the other side of the woods, similar walls raised up around Gavin, and the marker finally stopped moving. Satisfied that his boi was safe, he settled down, wrapping his pelt around himself tightly for warmth as he laid down to sleep.

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Gavin was startled as the dirt walls rose up around him, terrified that something was trying to trap him within them, though he quickly became at ease when he realized what it meant. Geoff had listened and wasn’t going to be searching for him, but Michael was certainly looking out for him instead. The fear that came from being alone out there dissipated as he ran his fingers down the dirt, pulling out several clumps of roots and knocking bits of earth loose. Dirt walls were less than fancy, but they were a great comfort regardless.

He slept easily through the night with a newfound sense of safety, his cloak pulled tightly around himself for warmth. It worked wonders against the cold. As the sun began to rise, it didn’t emerge from the clouds, the sky grey and dreary as rain began to fall. Gavin could hear the rain hitting the tops of the trees, but even as he began to move none of the drops ever hit him. Above him, the branches of the trees bent and molded, shielding him from the downpours as he walked. No doubt this is Michael’s doing, he thought to himself, a small smile forming on his lips. No matter how much they seemed to argue, the other lad still managed to be protective of him. It was something he was always grateful for, even when the others seemed to give him shit for it.

His pace that day was slower, more leisurely now that he had calmed down some, but he still had no intentions of going back to the city. If Michael was the only one who cared enough to come for him, they could start their own city far, far away. Together. He quickly shook the thought from his mind, pushing his hood down and taking a look around. Though the trees were tall above him for now, he knew that if he just kept going they’d give way to a beautiful, grassy plain. He couldn’t wait to walk on grass again, the dirt and stones beneath him were starting to make his feet ache.

Several yards from where he’d first had that thought, he had to stop, kneeling down to untie his boots so he could re-lace them tightly. Moving slowly, he bent down, not wanting to end up with another cut on his knee from landing too hard on a rock like he’d already done far too many times this trek. But the terrain beneath his knee was soft, and as he looked down at his boot, he saw that there was soft, lush grass beneath him. Not dirt.

“What on earth?” He asked himself, brushing his fingers through it. There was some grass on the forest floor around him, but it was rough and patchy, nothing like this. “Michael’s really outdone himself this time.” With that thought, he smiled to himself before continuing to lace up his boots with deft fingers. Before he stood, he spotted a small wildflower that had bloomed among the blades , and he gently picked it and placed it behind his ear. “What a dope.”

What Gavin didn’t know was that Michael didn’t have the ability to create foliage or flowers underfoot. No one in their community did. And with each step that Gavin took, more of it sprouted up from the dirt beneath him.

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Night fell again soon enough, and Gavin wasn’t sure where he was. He could’ve sworn that the forest gave way into plains at this point, but instead he found himself in the middle of the desert. Stupidly, he’d continued on, just in case the plains were just beyond it, though now he was too tired to turn back.

“Maybe Fiona was right,” he muttered as he sat down in the sand, digging his toes into it and wiggling them for some amusement as he propped his cloak up over himself like an umbrella. It was nighttime now, but it would be morning again soon enough. He didn’t want to end up burnt to a crisp before he even woke up. No walls came up around Gavin this time either, so it was up to him to protect himself.

Gavin leaned forward against his knees, peering up at the night sky for a few long moments. Jeremy had spent many long nights back in the city teaching him the constellations and the stars within them, though he could never tell which ones were real and which ones the lad had made up for his own amusement. Orion was certainly real, but Beauregard’s Chariot was almost certainly not. Almost. He picked that one out, finding comfort in its familiarity, before he decided it was time to get some rest. Toes still in the sand, he laid back, arms crossed beneath his head as he closed his eyes. He had been so focused on the sky that he was unaware of what was happening in the sand beneath him.

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With Gavin’s slowed pace, Michael was able to start gaining on him. He raced through the trees with even greater speed now that he was beyond the craggy cliffs and difficult landscape, the earth moving beneath him to propel him along. By nighttime, he’d closed in on Gavin’s position, and he was stunned by what he saw.

Smack dab in the middle of the desert, where not even cacti could manage to survive due to the horrible heat and scorching sunbeams, Gavin found himself within an oasis. That same lush grass and wildflowers were no longer just underfoot, but in a wide circle around the lad, almost tall enough to completely hide him from Michael’s view. Small trees were even beginning to grow, supporting Gavin’s cloak above him in place of the flimsy sticks he’d set up before.

“Gavin?” Michael called softly, stepping forward with caution in case it was a facade, a trap of some sort. The desert was known for causing hallucinations, for preying on the hope of the desperate. That was the kind of magic it held, and it was very skillful at using it. But as he knelt down at the edge of the circle and reached forward to feel the greenery, sure enough, it was real. “What the hell? Gavin! Wake the fuck up!”

The lad sat bolt upright with a start, catching himself in his cloak and fighting it off with all the fierceness of a kitten. Sleep was still gripping him, catching him somewhere between being wide awake and deep asleep, but he was quickly coming to. “Who’s there?!” He shouted, finally tossing his cape away from himself and looking around in confusion. “Michael?” That wasn’t the last thing he expected to see out there, but it wasn’t the first either. “What are you doing here, Michael?”

It had taken everything in Michael not to laugh at the display in front of him, but he quickly wiped the smirk off his face to look offended when Gavin addressed him so incredulously. “Jeez, don’t sound so happy to see me,” he drawled, rolling his eyes before shuffling forward on his knees. “Mind telling me what all this is?” He arched an eyebrow, gesturing to the small haven among the sand.

However, Gavin had no more answers than Michael did. “I’m not… I’m not sure what it is,” he responded earnestly, glancing between it and the other lad before reaching for his cloak. “I thought you were doing it. You’re not?” Michael shook his head fervently, and Gavin only frowned as he pulled the garment on. “Then who is?”

Michael shrugged a shoulder, humming a soft ‘I don’t know’ before standing, stalking around the mysterious growth. This wasn’t anything that anyone he knew could do, and when he tried to make it happen himself, all he could do was raise the earth itself. He couldn’t make anything grow from it. Which left only one option…

“Come here,” he said suddenly, and Gavin looked at him like he’d asked him to do something insane. “Stand up! Get the hell over here!” When there was still no movement from him, Michael reached forward, hauling Gavin to his feet and yanking him out of the circle. Sure enough, grass sprouted up beneath the lad’s feet, extending the circle and connecting it to wherever he stepped. “Holy shit… Gavin! Look!”

Gavin had thought that Michael was angry at him, scolding him, but the tone of his voice was nothing but excited. Thrilled, even. He followed Michael’s gaze down to his feet, but he wasn’t quick enough to put the pieces together like the other had. “This happened to me back in the forest too! I don’t know what’s going on!”

“You’ve found your magic, that’s what’s going on!” Michael was practically screaming, bouncing on the balls of his feet and looking at Gavin with a big beaming grin. “You can make stuff grow! That’s incredible!”

That made things click for Gavin, finally, and his grin ended up matching Michael’s. “I can make stuff grow!” Geoff was going to be blown away, everyone was. He wondered if Michael would be okay with them going back to the city immediately, they’d be able to get there by morning thanks to his abilities. “Fiona was right!”

The other bristled immediately, his grin turning to a frown in a fraction of a second. “Fiona was… Right?” She’d told Gavin that his magic was being stupid, that his special ability was being an idiot. This certainly wasn’t that, not by a long shot. “Gavin, this isn’t stupid. This is awesome! Fiona wasn’t right.”

“What? What are you on about? No, she… She said I was made for something better than what everyone else thought. And she was right! Oh, and she’s had such shit luck getting flowers to grow at her place too, no wonder!” Gavin threw his arms around Michael’s neck, wrapping him in a tight hug that was fueled by nothing but pure glee, and he could only hug him back just as tight. “We have to get back there, immediately. Everyone is going to be so jealous, Michael-boi.”

----------------------------------------------------

Some proper rest would’ve been a great benefit to them both, but Gavin had insisted that they return to the city as quickly as possible. The moving ground beneath their feet made it a relatively quick task, and Michael had managed to find a well-worn trail that made it even easier. They were back in the city by sunrise, and while the excitement had died down in Michael to give way to sleepiness, Gavin was no less giddy. Probably because he’d climbed on Michael’s back at one point and managed a small nap. Lucky bastard, Michael had thought to himself when he’d heard the soft snoring in his ear, but he hadn’t woken him up.

“Michael. Stop here, Michael,” Gavin urged, nearly losing his balance as the dirt beneath him ground to a halt suddenly. They were just outside the city, inside the same bushes that Geoff had attempted to sneak out of a few days prior, hidden from view as residents began to leave their houses to begin their tasks for the day. “I’m gonna get on your back-“

“You’re not taking another fucking nap,” Michael interjected, and the other huffed and waved him off.

“No! I’m gonna get on your back so I can do a grand reveal, you dolt. The flowers appear when I step, and if I step too soon the surprise will be ruined!”

“Hey, assholes!” Jeremy’s voice boomed across the city center, no doubt hearing the commotion, and Gavin quickly began to scramble onto Michael’s back.

“Ow! Watch it, you’re gonna knock off my glasses! Stop!” Michael huffed, swatting at Gavin’s hands as they reached for purchase anywhere they could. He stepped out of the bushes once he was settled, looking annoyed while the lad on his back was nothing but gleeful. “Hey, Lil J! I rescued our favorite dumbass. You’re welcome.”

Jeremy couldn’t help but laugh as Gavin let out a little ‘hello!’ and waved, though he was curious about why the other was on Michael’s back. It wasn’t unlike Gavin to demand piggy-back rides. Though normally once Jeremy was in view, he made it his mission to climb onto his shoulders instead. “Gav, are you hurt? What’s going on?” He stepped up with caution, ready to call for help if needed. Injuries weren’t uncommon, but if Gavin needed to be carried, it must’ve been serious.

“No, the asshole’s not hurt. Not yet, at least. He’s just got a surprise for you,” Michael assured, rolling his eyes. “For everyone, actually. Do me a favor and ring the bell? They’re gonna want to be here for this.”

An eyebrow shot up, but Jeremy was quick to comply with the request. He crossed the city center, grabbing the rope and pulling it once, twice, three times to signal that it was a meeting of utmost importance, but not one that brought bad news. When the bell rang three times, it meant that there were good things to come.

Soon, all of the residents of the city were there, eagerly awaiting to learn the reason for this meeting. Very rarely did the bell ring thrice, and there were hushed whispers and guesses of what was to come. They all fell silent when Michael, with Gavin still on his back, stepped forward.

“I’ve found my magic,” Gavin announced, savoring the look on everyone’s faces as they processed that announcement. Particularly Geoff’s, whose face was twisted into one of apologetic guilt. A sense of satisfaction bubbled up inside of him at that. And of course Fiona was delighted, jumping up and down and pumping her fists, shouting ‘I knew it!’ before she even knew what Gavin’s magic was. It didn’t matter to her. Alfredo and Trevor were also excited, but only because their beloved Dusk Boy had finally joined their ranks, though Jack and Matt simply looked skeptical. He couldn’t blame them, really. Why now? Why did it take so long for him to find it? Those were the questions behind their eyes, and Gavin wished that he had answers for them.

When he felt like he’d let the suspense hang in there air for long enough, he stepped down. For a moment, nothing happened. Matt was about to open his mouth to complain about being dragged out of bed for a grand display of nothing. And then, all at once, a beautiful display of lush grass and flowers appeared at his feet. The more he focused on it, the bigger it grew and the more beautiful it became. No longer was it simply wildflowers, either. In the hours of their journey, he realized he could control the types of flowers that grew. He opted for sunflowers this time. Everyone knew that they were his favorite. It was proof that the magic was his, and not anyone else’s pretending to be his.

The reactions were mixed, and Gavin deflated a little as several people seemed unimpressed and walked off to return to their duties. It wasn’t the most spectacular power in the world, he knew that, but it was his and he liked it. That was what mattered to him. There wasn’t much time for him to mope though, as Fiona quickly rushed him, wrapping him in a hug and lifting him off his feet.

“Gavin!” she shouted, stepping back to inspect the flowers closer. She plucked a few blades of grass, feeling them between her fingers. After a few seconds, she gasped, her eyes lighting up. “You can help me grow flowers at my place!”

Gavin laughed, nodding quickly and beaming at her. He could always trust her to cheer him up. “I can, yeah. No wonder you’ve not been able to grow anything.”

“Yeah, cause you stole my green thumb! That’s hardly my fault.”

“Oh, I dunno about that. You should’ve been keeping a closer eye on it.”

They bickered back and forth, Michael watching with a tired but fond smile, until Fiona decided that she’d had enough and thumped Gavin on the side of the head before racing off. The lad was too exhausted to follow, so he just stepped over to Michael, the foliage underfoot following him as he went. Everyone else came up to congratulate him in time, Geoff doing that and apologizing for the harshness of his words in one awkward convoluted mess that Michael wasn’t even sure was an apology, but Gavin understood what the gent was trying to say. He’d learned to decode Geoff Speak over the years.

Still, the person whose opinion Gavin valued the most was Michael’s, and once the excitement had died down and they’d retreated to their homes to rest, Michael stopped by to give it.

“I’m real proud of you, Gav,” he said, making himself comfortable on the bed next to the lad without a second thought.

“Proud of me?” he asked, snatching his blankets back from the lad as he tried to steal them. Michael always did this to him.

“Yeah. Proud of you. For putting up with the bullshit and finding your magic. Even if it was a total accident.” Michael snorted out a soft laugh and smiled, crossing his arms beneath his head and looking over at the other. “You just lucked into it, just like you lucked into everything else.”

“Including you?” Gavin arched an eyebrow as he met the other’s gaze, desperately wanting to wipe that smug look off his face.”

“Especially me, are you kidding?” That comment earned him a gentle smack to the chest, a kiss to the cheek, and a mutter of ‘I’m going to make a tree grow through your damn house.’

To everyone else, their relationship was indiscernible at best. But Michael and Gavin knew exactly what they were to each other, they didn’t need anyone else in their business about it. They were partners. Not just in life and love, but in their magic as well. As he learned how to hone and control his abilities, Gavin would decorate the city and beautify the buildings that Michael had created. And once he had mastered his skills, Michael began to create buildings specifically for Gavin to embellish. Dirt roofs became his signature style, the gravity-defying feature held together by the roots of the flowers that Gavin planted into them. The city had never looked better, and even those who were initially unimpressed by Gavin’s abilities had to admit that it was perfectly suited to him. He took great pride in rubbing it in their faces.

Gavin was happy to not be a member of the mundane anymore. His spirits were higher, and he felt more useful to the city. His abilities, with more practice, extended beyond flowers and grass and into fruit and vegetable plants. The magic that Gavin held could sustain them all.

But Gavin had always held magic within him, in Michael’s eyes. He had never been mundane. That gleam in his eye when he got another crazy idea to cause chaos was nothing if not supernatural, and his ability to find the fun in even the most boring of situations had proven to be valuable time and time again. It just hadn’t been the form of magic that Gavin had always desired, so he never took note of it despite it always being there. Michael was just glad he could finally see it in himself too.

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monst · 5 years

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Consequences.

All Characters 18+

Vampire! Unhinged! Todoroki Shouto x Hunter Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, I feel like blood shouldn’t be up here but yeah blood, Noncon Sexy time… Various kinks… Dark themes and super long.

A huge thanks to @burnedbyshoto for helping me come up with a title for this. Love ya!

Finally. That was the word flashing through your mind as you went up the last couple of steps. Your body trembled with adrenaline as you pushed open the tall double doors. You were really going to do it. You were going to rid the world of a Todoroki. Not just any Todoroki the strongest of the pureblooded family Shouto Todoroki.

Truth be told the youngest Todoroki wasn’t as much of a threat to humanity as his father was. He kept to himself, only taking blood that he needed. So what had the youngest vampire of the Todoroki family done to you for him to be your target as opposed to his father? Simple he had taken your best friend. It wasn’t uncommon for vampire nobility to take any human they pleased. However, it was uncommon for them to turn and wed said human.

And, because of such occurrences you were forced to drive a wooden stake through her chest. Yes, Shouto Todoroki would rue the day he decided to take Momo Yaoyorozu as his bride. As a matter of fact you figured that he already did when he got the news that his young bride was impaled by one of the hunters from the (Last-Name) sect.

Once the doors hit the wall you steeled your nerves eyes quickly moving from one place to the next. With great caution you entered the room. You felt the hairs at the back of your neck stand on end and sent a quick slash of your silver blade behind you.

“So you are as fast as people say.” the voice of the vampiric male seemed to be coming from everywhere and nowhere. Your ears weren’t deceived and, you could have scoffed at how the vampire was underestimating you. Without missing a beat your eyes caught his figure lounging on a chair in front of a large mirror that took up the entire back of the room.

“I figured you’d be taller.” He mused.

Your grip on your blade tightened as you pulled out a stake to hold in your dominant hand. You caught sight of the blue in his eye briefly and quickly averted your gaze to his long legs. The vampire continued to assess you from beneath long lashes. Finally coming to a conclusion.

“You won’t win you know.”

You ignored his words. It was typical of a vampire to assume a ‘puny’ human could do no harm to an ‘immortal’ being. Todoroki didn’t know what to make of you. So far you had ignored all his taunts. Your form never wavered. As expected from a (Last Name).

“You wouldn’t happen to be the same (Last Name) who killed Momo two years ago?”

You visibly flinched making the vampire smirk. He had finally gotten a reaction. He figured he’d just play with you for a bit before draining you. “I think you also killed Toru last winter. If I were to guess correctly, I think you might have something against me.”

“I don’t know you overgrown leech how about you come here and find out.” You snarled.

“Tempting.” He mumbled running his tongue over his lips. “You know I rather liked Momo. She was a very…… precocious.”

“Don’t fucking talk about her!” You hissed.

This didn’t bode well with the vampire as he clicked his tongue and, straightened up on his chair.

“I can speak of my deceased wife in whichever manner I choose you barbaric pest.” He seethed. “Tell me hunter does it feel good ending the lives of innocent beings?”

“I don’t know, does it feel good forcefully taking a human to wife?” You countered. “Momo was a pure beautiful being before your disgusting fangs corrupted her!”

“I loved her.” He said bitterly.

“Bullshit! You turned her against her will! She came to me so that I would stake her because she couldn’t bare the thought of hurting someone by drinking their blood! You tell me how that’s love!?” You yelled hotly as you charged at him ready to inflict damage. Ready to end his undead life.

Todoroki moved immediately, swiftly jumping over the chair to land behind it. You jumped atop the furniture and used your weight to push it down bringing you closer to the vampire. You thrusted the wooden stake forward aiming for his chest. However, with fast precision his pale hand grasped your wrist. And, with years of reflex you used your dagger to slice at him forcing him to let go and back away closer to the mirror.

You grit your teeth in concentration. You knew this kill wasn’t going to be an easy one. However, you didn’t anticipate his own prowess. He was quick and you needed to be more careful. Your mind quickly formulated a plan based on his position in front of the strange mirror that showed his reflection. If you threw your dagger at the mirror, the shattering glass would distract him long enough for you to plunge the wood into his unbeating heart.

With that in mind you drew your arm back and sputtered your jaw slack as the silver knife went through the mirror. Todoroki took advantage of your moment of shock to send a kick to your midsection. The force of the blow had pushed you out of the room. You were still on your feet but the second you stepped back to stabilize yourself you let out an audible gasp. The ground beneath your leg seemingly ‘vanished’. With your equilibrium askew you fell backwards hitting your back sharply on the edges of the stairs.

You hissed in discomfort once you stopped tumbling down. Your head immediately snapped upwards and you narrowly avoided the vampires’ sight. Quickly on your feet you located your stake a couple of steps above. It was directly in between you and Todoroki. The both of you dashed forwards. The pads of your fingertips brushed against the wooden stake just as the air was knocked out of you. The vampire had gotten a strong grip on your throat lifting you up with ease.

“This is a surprising turn of events.” He mused as he finally got a good look at your face. You brought up the stake only for him to grab your wrist once more and, tighten his grip on your neck. “For some reason I was expecting you to be male.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You choked gathering saliva and spitting on him. The phlegm landed right in between the part of his dual colored hair and, slowly dripped down his face. The grip on your throat was brutal after that. Your hand coming up to claw at his. His lips curled up in distaste as he watched your complexion turn pale then blue. Your vision blurred as you now saw three of him due to the lack of oxygen. Without warning he let go of your neck and you crashed down on the stairs once more with a ferocious gasp. He watched as you hacked and sucked in air greedily. His gaze seemed almost impassive as you struggled to finally breathe properly.

“Wh-why didn’t you just-” You cut yourself off by coughing harshly.

“Kill you?” He hummed. “Too easy. No, i’ve something far more fitting.”

Without allowing you a chance to recollect yourself he tugged on the wrist still in his grasp. You let out a pained gasp at the pull. He turned swiftly and practically dragged you back up the stairs.

Once back in the room he pulled you towards the mirror. You pathetically tried to scramble back but the iron like grip on your wrist was a reminder that you’d have to remove your arm before you would escape. With frantic eyes you looked around the room as the mirror grew closer and you could see yourself clearly. The cloak you wore was resting on the staircase allowing you to see your petrified face clearly. A few of capillaries on your face had burst with the exertion leaving splotches of red on your cheeks. You scowled at your reflection it looked oddly compromising.

With that in mind you used your other hand to search down your clothes for another weapon. Relief flooded your system when your fingers brushed against the handle of dagger you had hidden. Just as you pulled out the silver knife Todoroki has pulled you through the mirror. You shook at the sudden temperature drop but angled your knife to his hand. To your shock and horror the metal of the blade curved and missed his skin completely.

“Did you know that in this realm vampiric abilities are enhanced? Convenient isn’t it?” he informed as he dragged you through the snowy terrain headed towards the dark ominous structure ahead.

“Let me go!” You protested now that you truly couldn’t defend yourself.

“Quiet mortal or you’ll awaken beings far more terrifying than I.” He muttered. You were left with trying to keep up in order to not have your limb detached from your body. Your eyes glared at the back of his head willing the slicked back white strands to catch fire. From your research that side would be the only one capable of burning.

With a simple wave of his hand the large doors of the imposing building spread. And as he pulled you through the threshold you couldn’t help the shiver of relief at the warmer temperature. However, his hold was still on your wrist as he yanked you up a staircase.

“You know I’ve always wondered why Momo had left so suddenly after I turned her.” He started “At first I figured it must have been the thirst she felt from reawakening… Never would I have imagined she went to you for a second death.”

You didn’t speak. Opting to grit your teeth in anger. Until you couldn’t hold back and gave him a lashing with your words.

“She never wanted to go with you in the first place! Had you not bewitched her she would be alive and well happily with the person she was originally engaged to!” You accused. “You just took one look at her and wanted her you perverted mosquito!”

You let out an acute yelp when his hand crushed down on the bones of your wrists. It was a warning. He could easily snap you like a twig.

“But did that give you the right to kill Toru?” He grumbled.

You didn’t answer. You had killed the poor recently turned woman out of spite. After you killed Momo you had made it your task to make his life as horrible as possible till you finished him off. Toru had just been a casualty. There was no doubt in your mind that the vampire took Momo’s kindness towards everyone incorrectly and had assumed she had feelings for him. Toru on the other hand…. She had genuinely loved the vampire. At the moment you had taken pride in killing someone so close to him seeing as killing other Todoroki’s wouldn’t have phased him.

You did regret her death. She truly was an innocent bystander. She believed that if she gave up her life you would stop trying to kill Todoroki Shouto. You had lied. You stove off guilt by telling yourself that she was a vampire to start with so it didn’t matter.

“You only have yourself to blame for what’s coming.” He muttered breaking you out of your trip down guilt road. He had finally stopped pulling. You turned to make a run for it only to trip. Floating don near the ground where you fell was a thick rope. And, using simple magic Todoroki bound your wrist together in front of you. Magic was one of the perks of this realm and, he was known to take full advantage of it whenever he could.

With slow steps he made it to your sprawled out form on the ground. With his foot he turned you over and grabbed the excess rope that held your wrists together in front of you. With blatant disregard for your protests he heaved you up by your wrists and waved open the door you both stood in front of.

“When I took Momo to wife I did so with the intention of having a companion for the rest of my undead life. You see being immortal and, not on good terms with your family gets rather lonesome.” He monologued suddenly tossing your form onto the push large bed with ease. “She was reluctant at first but with a bit of coaxing I got her to see how fulfilling a life by me could be.”

You had landed on your back and quickly went to sit up only for his cold hand to push you back down by your chest. You once again almost looked him in the eye but, caught yourself.

“She was really contented with my offer. We even spoke of having children to run amok. It turned out Momo had an issue with her womb and couldn’t birth kids. In her devastation she tried to take her life. I figured she was so distressed we couldn’t have children that she thought I didn’t want her.”

Your body shook in horror of the tale he spun. It didn’t seem as though he knew what Momo was trying to get at. This vampire was so touch starved that he deluded himself into thinking she loved him.

“So you turned her thinking that…” You whispered dread filling your body.

“Of course.” He hummed the tips of his fingers tracing the broken capillaries on your face.

“You?! Your even more sick than I thought! H-how could you!?” You gawked.

“But, you killed her.” He continued as if you hadn’t said a word. “I thought she ran off to feed. Maybe she went back to that home town of hers to drink up a friend or two. Then I get the news from that man.”

His fingers gripped your face tightly as he said ‘that man’ you knew that if you survived you’d most definitely have his fingers marked into your skin.

“A (Last-Name) hunter killed that little wife of yours. (Last-Name)? (Last-Name)!? (Last-Name)!!! Your family name right?”

With that he gripped your throat once more squeezing as you wriggled underneath him. “Your pathetic family isn’t good for anything I really hate the (Last-Name)’s just as much as I hate that man.” He hissed a demented smirk on his face. “The least your disgusting ancestor could have done was put a nice big stake through Enji’s heart.”

His grip on your throat loosened allowing you to breathe once more. “But this isn’t about him. After some time passed I met Toru. She wanted to be with me, she wanted me to turn her but a (Last-Name) just had to get in the way again didn’t you?” Both his hand came around your neck the pads of his thumb pressing down on the smooth dip of your neck.

“Either way you’ve made me realize something hunter (Name) (Last-Name).” He smiled. “I’ve realized that I don’t need a companion and that Momo was right. So I want children.”

Your heart dropped to your feet. Your pupils dilating in fear at what he was insinuating. “This works out rather well does it not?” He mocked. “Both my previous wives were vampires meaning that even if we had offspring they would have been born deceased. And, it’s quite a hassle to relive them.”

“Kill me.” You shook. “Drain me off my blood and, parade my skin on a stick as a flag anything else but-

“Now why would I do that when I can kill two birds with one stone?” He smirked “I get what I want and I get to humiliate the prideful (Last-Name) family by having one of their own bear my young.”

“Isn’t this what Enji Todoroki did!? Don’t you hate him!? Why are you-”

“Is this you begging? So soon? My mother wasn’t human nor was she a self-righteous murderer.” He cut off cooly.

You were terrified. You felt cold sweat cling to the button up shirt you wore. Panic was beginning to ebb at your mind as the finality of the situation crashed over you like a wave. There you were. Underneath the vampire you detested the most with your hands bound as he spoke of impregnating you. You blinked back tears when his hands finally left your neck to tie the excess rope to the frame of the bed. A part of your mind screamed to you that you had this coming for what you did to Toru, But the thought was shattered as you felt his cold fingers undo the top button of your blouse.

“You crazy sick bastard!” You yelled your body squirming frantically to try and push him off. He was straddling your hips reveling in the desperate buckling as you tried to escape. Whether you wanted to or not you were grinding up into him making him twitch in excitement. Had it really been so long?

“Shh save your voice for the fun part little lamb.” He cooed. His fingers held the collar of your shirt he wrenched the two halves apart. You let out a shriek as you heard the buttons pop off in different directions. “Make sure to beg as I make a mess out of you.”

You clenched your jaw in defiance. Your body shivering at his corpse like temperature. His sharp nails dragged down the skin of your belly scratching softly, once he reached the waistband of your trousers he changed direction and slid his cold palms up to your bra. As if he were tearing a piece of paper he used his nails to slice down the material of your bra. You wrenched your eyes shut your face turned away in humiliation as he pulled the cups away from your breasts to expose your peaked nipples.

“Your such a lovely creature.” He remarked the back of his knuckles caressing your cheek as his warm left hand took in one of the soft mounds. You bit back any sounds felling your face get hot in embarrassment. Tears threatened to leak from your tightly screwed eyes. You felt him knead your tit softly between his hand. You contemplated begging him to stop but you knew that he wouldn’t listen.

Your eyes shot open suddenly as a gasp left your lips when he had pinched down on your nipple suddenly. “I want you to look at me as I defile you.” He muttered his right hand squeezing your other breast roughly.

Your eyes misted when you felt his head dip towards your chest. The soft red strands brushing against your chin when he pressed a kiss to the valley between your breast. His tongue left a long trail of saliva as he flicked a peaked bud with his tongue.The appendage circled around your areola teasingly before he engulfed your hardened nipples into his hungry mouth.

“Mmngh” You bit your lip harshly to stop any more moans from breaking free. His frigid fingers pulled at your other nipple the temperature almost drawing a whine from you. He chuckled as he pulled back to grab suckle on your other globe. His warm left hand massaging the sensitive skin on your waist. When he finally pulled back he frowned at the lack of reaction.

“Your actually really cute..” He smirked watching the clear liquid glide down your face. His tongue lapped up the liquid before he went back down to blow cool air as your glistening peaks. You let out a muffled groan. “I’m going to enjoy breaking that prideful spirit you (Last Name)’s have.”

With that you let out a low ‘fuck you’. He snickered dropping his hands to the band of your pants. Pushing open the button he lifted his hips only to find resistance as he tried to tug your bottoms off you. Your thighs and knees were clenched together tightly. You were pushing your lower limbs together so tightly that there was no room for him to wedge his fingers in to pull your legs apart. With a click of his tongue he glared at your face.

You were a hunter through and through as you avoided his grey and turquoise gaze at all costs. Your eyes were also together firmly. With a bland look he drank up the small streams running down your cheeks. His fingers scratched down your arms that were extended over our head in a gentle caress. Your brows furrowed in confusion at the action until he continued to trace over your body curving at your breasts and waist only to stop at your hips.

He made sure to keep his gaze on your face as he pressed his nails down on your hips. The sharp points breaking into your skin. You cried out at the feeling and out of sheer willpower kept your eyes closed and your thighs clenched. In trying to resist opening your eyes you had bitten down on your lip sharply tearing into the flesh. Before the metallic liquid could flow down your chin you felt Todoroki’s hot tongue lap up the liquid. His moist tongue licking the wound on your bottom lip before pressing his smooth lips to yours.

Your eyes widened at the sudden kiss. And, your eyes met enchanting colors of blue and grey. As he sucked on cut you felt your limbs slacken. It was just enough for him to be able to wedge his knee between your legs. Just as soon as you felt the intrusion you tried to close your legs. But, the damage had already been done..

“You truly bare your family’s name don’t you” He glared as you had quickly broken through his trace. You turned your head sharply avoiding the lustful look in his eyes. You could feel your heart pulsing wildly in your chest as he tore the fabric of your pants. With the crotch area torn off he easily slid down the material from your legs along with your boots and socks. The sides of your undergarments were ripped by his razor like nails. And you bit back a sob as the material was removed from your body leaving you bare to the vampire.

He wasted no time in pushing your legs open wider further exposing your cunt to his prying eyes. He licked his lips as his eyes racked up and down your body stopping to stare at your teary eyes. You shook your head frantically your legs squirming as he settled between them. No matter how much you trashed his nails dragged up your legs teasing your inner thighs while you trembled at the sensation.

His fingers reached your lower lips and he parted your folds slipping in his finger to his knuckle. You threw your head back at the unwelcomed pleasure that shot up your body. The cold fingers of his right hand tapped against the hood of your lit lightly. Every time they’d tap against the bundle of nerves you felt yourself clench over his finger.

Todoroki felt his cock twitch in his pants as your tight walls clamped down on his finger. With a bit of effort he entered another finger your body arching into his touch involuntarily. When his fingers pressed down on your clit firmly you set your jaw. The slow circles around the sensitive nerves were finally loosening you up enough for Todoroki to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your heat without much resistance.

You body was heating up. Slowly but surely if the slick coating the vampires fingers were anything to go by. With an annoyed huff he pulled back. He looked down at his fingers in disappointment. You weren’t letting out many sounds nor were you lubricated enough. He was going to draw out your humiliation but this pace was too slow. He palmed himself through his trousers as he looked down at your flush form.

“This is ridiculous.” He muttered. You frantically nodded thinking he meant that he wouldn’t go through with it. How naive. “Your not nearly as wet as I would like. It’ll be impossible to fit.”

Your eyes widened finally looking down to the large tent in his dressy slacks. Your eyes looked to the vampire pleadingly. And, you froze when he sent you a dazzling smile. And like a snake his hand shot out suddenly to push your chin up exposing your neck to him. His tongue poked out to lather the skin. His hot mouth opened to suck and kiss the thin flesh. The cool fingers on your clit resumed there pace as his abused your neck with his lips.

“Ah!” You let out a pained yelp when his fangs pierced your flesh. Immediately you felt your body temperature spike. Electrical currents shot up and down your body leaving you tingling with need. When he pulled away your breath was coming out in soft pants.

“Wha- what did you do to me?” You breathed.

“It’s actually rather impressive, your body didn’t react accordingly so I gave you something to get you in the mood.” He grinned when a clear moan slipped past your lips.

With the toxins now running in your veins everything he did seemed to make your body burn. When he paused his ministrations on your clit you almost whined. You sobbed at the feeling. Your body craved his touch.

“Just freaking do it already.” You sniffed just wanting everything to be over. His fingers turned your face towards his gently.

“I’m not a total monster, I at least need to make this pleasurable for the lady.” He sneered. “That way I can drink your blood at it’s best quality, hot in the height of your arousal as you scream my name~”

With that he hooked his hands under your knees bringing your drooling pussy towards his face. “No please! Not ther-ah!

You couldn’t muffle the moans that tumbled from your lips when his tongue descended on your needy core. He moved closer his knees under your back your body raised from the bed as he licked at your folds. Using his knees to steady you he parted your folds with his fingers as his tongue swirled around your clit. This time his fingers slid into your tight heat easily. Your walls fluttering around his long digits.

He curled his fingers pressing them to the ridge where your g-spot was located. Your hips bucked up into his face prompting him to suck on your clit.

“Mmm ah~ Staaa Oh my gosh!” You moaned feeling yourself climb higher to your orgasm. You couldn’t think straight anymore just wanting to be pushed over the edge. A lewd moan left your parted lips as you came all over the vampires face.

He pulled away watching as your smooth walls sucked his fingers as you rode out your orgasm. He dropped you to the mattress and slipped the shirt he wore over his head. He kicked off his shoes and socks as well. When you finally came down from your high you caught his hand slipping his trousers and boxers down his legs. Your eyes took in the pale man’s muscular form. Your eyes followed the red and, white trail down to the trimmed half and half hair above his cock. Your eyes didn’t leave the sight.

He wasn’t joking when he said he was large. The girthy cock stood at attention the pink tip leaking a substantial amount of precum. His dick wasn’t only wide but lengthy and your pussy clenched at the thought of having him inside of you. The veins of of his cock rubbing against your walls. He smirked as he leaned over you to undo the part of the rope holding you to the bed.

It was then that you had some sense knocked back into you. You were curious and the thought of doing something as forbidden now made your cunt throb. However, you wouldn’t let the effects of whatever toxin he injected into you dictate your actions.

“Please your not too late to just stop.” You pleaded.

“That’s really greedy of you.” He hummed as he maneuvered your body to straddle his lap. “You’ve already cum and you want to leave me here all dry?”

“I don’t- Ngh.” You groaned when you felt his cock rub against your sensitive slit. Todoroki took advantage of your reaction by placing one of his hands’ on your hip to help grind your slick fold on his hard cock. Before you could protest he bit into your neck once more a high pitched mewl leaving you as your head hit the vampires shoulder. You felt your body move against him meeting his grinds with your own. It felt amazing.

“Look at me.” He growled looping your bound arms over his neck and tilting your chin up. Your pathetically flushed face looked into his heterochromic eyes and you whined. “I want you to watch as I stretch out that tight pussy of yours.”

“Hah~ Ah!” Your eyes watered as you looked down, watching as his inches disappeared inside of you. You threw your head back when he bottomed inside you. “Sh- ngh.”

“Hah~ Cute. Your refraining from saying my name.” He groaned loving the way your walls wrapped around his cock. He rolled his hips pulling out half way before thrusting back in making you cry out. He started a slow pace pulling out and grinding back into you. “How does it feel (Last Name)? Being impaled by a vampiric cock?”

“Sh-Shut up!” You squealed as he pushed into you harshly. “Sh-shit mmm.” You groaned as his pace quickened the tip of his cock bucking into your cervix with every harsh thrust. You couldn’t hold back your mewls and moans as his tongue lapped at your breasts. Shrieking when he bit down on your nipple. You felt your eyes roll back in pleasure as he brought his hand between your bodies to play with your clit in time with his thrusts.

“Oh unn It feels so good~” You panted your tongue lolling out as drool ran down your chin. Your moans where muffled when Todoroki took your tongue into his mouth making you see stars. When he pulled back you felt dizzy. You were approaching your next orgasm with all the stimulation Todoroki was giving you. The circles on clit turned frantic.

“Your taking my cock so fucking well little hunter.” He groaned feeling your walls clench around him. “Fuck your gonna cum again. Cum little lamb cum all over my dick like the fucking whore you are.”

Your hips ground down against him harshly at the words. “Tell me little lamb who fucking you so well ngh~” He grunted

“Y-you are~” You gasped lost in the euphoric feelings the vampire made you experience.

“My name (Last Name)” He growled.

“Ah~ Shouto! Y-your vampire cock is fucking me so well! I-I can’t I-I need-”

“Then cum~ Come undone with my name.” He grunted.

With a cry of his name your body twitched atop his cumming for the second time that night. The vampire groaned at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him tightly and quickly bit into your neck to drink your hot sweet blood. Blood was always the best at the peak of climax. He stopped suddenly pulling out. He pushed your body back onto the mattress and lifted one of your legs before plunging in deep within you once more. Your back arched the bed as you let out a loud moan at the new angle. Your overstimulated body quivered with each thrust.

His pace was rough and deep constantly hitting your g-spot as the veins of his cock stimulated the sides of your slick walls. As you had came twice it was much easier to move inside you and, Todoroki watched his cock disappear inside you with a squelch at every push of his hips. He grinned fiendishly as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes at the overstimulation.

“Ngh If your ancestors could see you now~ hah the great (Name) (Last Name) crying out for a Todoroki vampire~” He mocked reveling in the pleasured tears streaming down your face. “I’m going to fill you up so well little hunter.”

His pace was bruising and you knew your legs wouldn’t be able to sustain you by the time he was finished with you. You felt the familiar coil wound up in your belly once more as your thighs trembled with your third orgasm. He only grunted his pace thursts erratic as he chased his end. “Ah~ Your gonna be so full (Name), I’m going to breed you so well ngh~ Your going to make me so happy bearing my kids mmm.”

With those words you felt his hot seed shoot inside you painting your walls white. You could only weakly moan at the feeling of being filled. He didn’t lie when he said he was going to fill you up. He pumped his seed deeper into you and your head lolled to the side when he finally stopped moving.

Your body was exhausted as your eyes were slowly closing. A sharp slap to your thigh jolted you. Your tired eyes gazing into the vampire’s blue and grey ones. “We’re not done yet.” With that you felt his still hard cock start to move again. “Your going to be so full that there is no way you wont get pregnant.”

Todoroki brushed his hair back mixing the white and red strands together as he watched your spent body. You were asleep. He had finally removed the rope and with it the tattered remains of your shirt and bra. He parted your legs once more to see his thick cum leak out of your core. He plunged to ingers into your cunt pushing it back inside of you before closing your legs and, covering you with a blanket.

He brushed your hair out of your face and smiled. “Your going to give me kids (Last Name).” He said brushing his fingers over your stomach. “And, I promise to take really good care of you as their mother…But if you don’t then……..Well let’s not dwell on it. After all we have all the time in the world in this realm to make it happen.”

I feel like I just did a bad thing……. Oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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krisseycrystal · 4 years

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rated: t

fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

prompt: “I’ve Got Your Fower, Babe” w/ Ed/Ling

requested by: @greecllings

my next fluff bingo prompt!!! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE AH bless made me realize how much i need to write more of these two. damn they’re so fun. hope u enjoy !!

also feel free to request anything you see open on my fluff bingo! card!!

- o - o - o -

Your Fool [Read on AO3]

Or, five times Ling held Ed’s proverbial flower while he threw himself headfirst into a fight, and one time Ed returned the favor.

- o - o - o -

The first time it happens, Ling isn’t prepared for the red jacket unceremoniously dumped in his arms. He is hardly prepared for the sight of Edward rolling his flesh shoulder, either, swearing up a storm as he strolls up to a stranger, shouting, “Hey! You wanna go? Yeah! Then let’s fucking go, bastard!”

This is why you let me be in charge, sneers the voice in his head. You clearly can’t control him.

“I don’t want to control him,” Ling confesses quietly, mesmerized as he watches Edward suplex a fellow automail wearer two or three times his size. “I wouldn’t get to see this happen.”

Whatever chaotic majesty of mud-wrestling the shit out of a random nobody this is.

Why was Edward fighting this guy again?

Greed doesn’t answer until the brawl is nearly finished. Ling can practically hear a smug, knowing grin in his voice. Why, your highness…enjoying what you see?

Ling smiles.

Despite what the homunculus likes to pride himself on, Greed hasn’t managed to know Ling inside and out yet if he thinks he’s going to get a rise out of him with that kind of poking-and-prodding.

“Of course I am,” he hums as he watches Ed once again drop the giant boulder of an ex-soldier into the dirt with a squelch. Ed is covered with the brown muck; it soils the golden shine of his braided hair and smears pale bronze of his sun-warm skin. It sticks the white button-up he wears close to his form. But the toothy grin the alchemist sends the prince’s way over his shoulder afterwards is still, somehow, pearly white.

Ling’s fingers dig into the scarlet red of Ed’s jacket.

“Wow,” Greed and Ling say at the same time, but for entirely different reasons.

- o - o - o -

It’s funny to watch the ones who underestimate Edward. Sometimes, it’s the alchemist’s height that throws people off. The fools pick a fight because they think it’s an easy win. They say something uncalled for and Ed, inevitably, rises to the bait.

Ling’s favorites are the ones that assume Ed is weak or slow because of his automail.

They are hunkering on the outside of an already-pretty-outskirt town up north that’s not north enough to be covered with snow year-round, but north enough to be hilly and craggly and with one of those neighborhoods that’s considered “historical” or some shit like that. It’s Greed and Ling’s turn for a supply run but Greed never does any actual chores so it’s Ling that sets out after guilting a sour-faced Ed to follow him as the pair of arms that will carry their bags back to camp.

Except it’s somewhere along the way from the pharmacy to the grocery that Ling realizes he’s lost Ed and he’s not entirely sure how or why until he finds him in an alleyway between two dilapidated glasswork buildings. His flesh shoulder is pressed to the wall. Three burly men surround him.

The bag of medicine is held loosely in his hand.

“Well?” one of the idiots presses. The ringleader, if Ling had to guess.

Ling half-wonders if he should wait but then thinks what Ed would say if he knew he just stood there, so he puts a flat hand to the side of his mouth. “Yo, Ed! I’m open!”

“What?”

The muggers’ split-second of confusion ends the instant the white plastic pharmacy bag lands in Ling’s open hands and Ed’s metal fist collides with the jaw of the one pinning him to the wall.

The fight is, rather unfortunately, over in a matter of seconds.

“Bastards.” Ed rings the wrist of his flesh hand with cool, metal fingers as he stands above them.

“H-how…?” the one now missing a tooth and eating snow to pay for it, rasps. “The hell’s a kid with automail so fast…?”

“You haven’t ever actually met someone with automail, have you?” The frown on Ed’s face is heavy and thick. Disapproving.

There’s something about the silence of the shamed privileged that Ling, who is undoubtedly yes, another privileged, will never tire of.

Ling’s chest is warm with pride. There’s a thousand and one more words he thinks he’d like to say to thumb-tack on to the end of this conversation. Something that will nail the idea into these thick knuckleheads that they are fools to have ever thought people who go through something like automail surgery are weak prey.

But the words never make themselves out of his mouth because he must have a pretty dumb look on his face.

Ed’s giving him a weird stare. “What?”

“What?”

“Why’re you looking at me like that?”

Play it cool. Play it cool. “Like what?”

Ed’s nose scrunches up. He shakes his head. The ends of his golden tail dance against his shoulder-blades. “Whatever. We’ve got groceries to get, right?”

“Right.”

- o - o - o -

They reach the slums of Kanema and for the first time in who-knows-how-long, Edward sees his father, which is precisely when Ling prompts Greed to stick out their arm.

Ling can feel the question on Greed’s tongue that doesn’t surface. Maybe he’s already figured out the answer, because for the first time ever, the homunculus listens to him and outstretches one hand. Nearly immediately, the sleeping roll Edward had tucked under his arm flies into it as Ed flies at his father.

Oooo. Nice sucker punch. And at his old man, too.

He’s holding back, Ling hums.

It’s perhaps the only time Greed has ever willingly held something not his own.

- o - o - o -

For as many strengths as Edward Elric has, he has just as many weaknesses. Chief among them is his prioritization of Alphonse at the cost of anything and everything else, especially of his person. Though Ling supposes these faults are a given when said younger brother was the reason Edward had, for so many years, only one arm.

There is a period of time in between the Promised Day and when Ling ought to return to Xing that both Elrics are hospitalized as their bodies recover from their selective transformations. It is during these days that Edward, just as Ling predicts he will, doesn’t leave Alphonse’s side.

Ling, in turn, for some reason, though he tells himself over and over again it’s not because he misses the constant company of the damn voice in his head, hardly leaves Ed’s.

Riza Hawkeye convinces Ed to step away once Alphonse has gotten used to sleeping. The boy falls to slumber at odd, random moments, but he loves every minute of it. Edward, as Riza points out, can’t make water boil any faster by watching it.

So Ling oh-so-generously follows on Ed’s heels to the cafeteria because if there’s one thing Ed could be productive at while his brother is resting, it’s feeding himself and the future Emperor of Xing who really should be halfway across the desert by now but who’s keeping track.

Their trays of food are in their hands when they catch wind of a joke from a nearby table. Something about the amount of food on someone’s tray and that “twig kid” who could probably use it and oh, speaking of which, have you seen that guy? Supposed to be one of those amazing alchemists Mustang likes? He looks like something out of a horror movie--

--and Ling takes Edward’s tray out of his left hand without Ed even needing to ask.

Briefly, Ling wonders if it’s any use warning Ed he shouldn’t be using the arm still in its sling, but then he sees the look of terror on the military visitors’ faces and he doesn’t think of it again.

- o - o - o -

After months of separation and penned “I miss you’s” scribbled out to be replaced with, “How’s the winter in Creta?” Edward finally finishes his westward travels and returns home. And after he’s in Resembool for a month, or maybe it’s two, he relents to Ling’s persistent, annoying letters and agrees to visit Xing.

Alphonse warns Ling over and over again that Edward will be grumpy when he arrives.

“He wasn’t kidding,” the young man says with earnest eyes that look so much like his brother’s, “when he said the reason he wasn’t going to travel east was because of his automail. It’s not going to be easy for him to cross that desert.”

Ling promises it will be fine. He will arrange for every comfort; Ed will want for nothing and know no pain during his journey.

Edward arrives on Ling’s palatial front doorstep with burns up his left thigh and a crick in his back and two sun-bitten ears and with a new straw hat Ling has never seen him wear before clenched tight in his hand. The instant Ed sees Ling, he launches into a train of expletives about the abysmal care that had been afforded to him and if Ling really wanted to see him so bad how come he didn’t give him a car instead of a horse and damn it he’s thirsty.

One of the horsemen handling his luggage mumbles something Ling doesn’t hear and immediately, Ed is on him.

It is second nature to grab the crumpled straw hat as it flies through the air.

Alphonse makes a strangled noise of distress, exhaustion, and maybe a little of, “I don’t know what I was expecting.” He launches himself down the steps at Edward to pull him off the attendant. “Brother!”

Ling has never seen anything more wonderful in his life.

He plops the straw hat on his head and smiles.

- o - o - o -

It shouldn’t have to be said that an emperor does not fight.

It is assumed and understood that an emperor has trained assassins and warriors for a reason: that they handle his battles for him. He does not throw down his gauntlet or undo his robe. He is above the dirtying of his hands. He should not have to stoop to irrational, emotional displays. He is detached. His will is executed, while he can remain unchallenged.

But before he is an emperor, Ling is Ling.

And Ling is a lover.

And there comes the day he and Edward share a secret kiss behind the orchid tree in his palatial gardens and their fingers intertwine and that is the day that changes everything.

Edward has changed over the years.

So has Ling.

But Ling cannot and will not change his loyalty.

They are walking in the gardens together, again, as they have found that they like to do after they changed from two “I’s” to a together “we.” Ling idly spins an orchid they had found fallen on the stone pathway. Edward walks at his side, hands folded behind his back. Ling looks to him and smiles and thinks how badly Edward would hate to hear how much he looks like his father, now.

Then they hear the murmurings of a handful of court scholars who are also, at this early afternoon hour, taking refuge in the gardens.

They hear Edward’s name.

It’s either “fucking ex-alchemist” or “fucking an ex-alchemist” and “for what?” in the same breath but Ling doesn’t want to nor need to hear the rest.

Edward’s dark scowl is replaced with confusion at the orchid dropped in the center of his palm. When he sees Ling’s face, however, even that melts away into a handsome, devilish smirk that Ling would hungrily press against his mouth if his hands weren't busy rolling up his robe sleeves.

“All right,” Ed says and twirls the orchid stem in between fingers that were once metal. “I’ve got your flower, babe.”

Ling does not round the hedge corner as an emperor.

#fullmetal alchemist #fma #edling #edward elric #ling #krissey writes a thing #fluff bingo!#have maor #i've got your flower babe #and all that other fun stuff #fanfic

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caffeinewitchcraft · 4 years

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Time Agents (CC#29)

Based off this story I wrote (X) and these prompts (X)

The engine purring outside the window shouldn’t exist. The realization comes to Gerard slowly, entering his mind through a thick fog. He’d been up half the night going over the incident reports Kari turned in and then, seemingly, up the other half drinking about it. He’s never been able to figure out how simple, Delta class assignments turn into Apocalyptic class ones in Kari’s hands. If he doesn’t come up with an answer soon, it could be both their jobs on the line.

There’s a fusion engine, Gerard reminds himself, in 2019 Earth.

He’s not conscious of getting to his feet. Sometimes his cybernetic enhancements are funny like that and seem to anticipate his needs before even he does. He rushes to the window, throws the blackout curtains open, and then throws himself to the floor in the same breath. The sun is so much brighter in the past than in the future where the satellite belt at least mitigates it. He rubs at his eyes, swearing, and wills his contacts to darken. Only when he feels the tingle at the nape of his neck that indicates they’re working does he try, once again, to look outside.

“Hey,” Kari says, hanging outside his window. She’s not hanging from the ledge which would have been only mildly unacceptable. She’s hanging from a thin, black stick, almost six feet long, with a complex array of fibers attached to one end. It almost looks like a broom in this era if the people were seven feet tall and also in the habit of using twigs to sweep. “Can I talk to you?”

“I don’t know what to say,” Gerard says, staring. According to the display that appears when he blinks twice, it’s early enough in the morning that very few people will be up to see his trainee break sixteen time travel codes. She’s not wearing a wearing a harness and he feels the nanites in his bloodstream heat. “I don’t know what to say first.”

“You weren’t answering your phone,” Kari says. She blows a lock of wild, brown hair out of her face, showing off that she’s once again forgotten to put on her dermal covering. The circuits across her forehead blink merrily at him. “Or your door.”

Gerard blinks. He always answers his phone. He looks down at his right forearm and nearly smacks himself when he sees he’d left his dermal cover on, too tired to perform his normal nightly routine. He swipes his left thumb across the seam and nearly throws the cover across the room when it pops off. Underneath, there are four blinking lights, two red, two blue. He’s not only missed calls from Kari, but also from his supervisor. “Nitweeds.”

Kari nods and adjusts her grip on her board. The Stick wasn’t a popular model when it came out in 3201, but it was cheaper than any other hover-device on the market. “I know, I kind of thought you were dead, but then I realized no one could kill you in this era.”

“Anyone can kill us in this era,” Gerard corrects automatically. He narrows his eyes, activating the scope-feature so he can scan the buildings across the way for primitive snipers. “Anyone.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Kari says. She adjusts her grip again and grimaces. “Can I come in, boss? I’m not wearing my riding gloves.”

Gerard steps aside, still eyeing the street outside warily. His first trainer died because of a poisoned, Chinese arrow. He’s not going to make the same mistake of underestimating Earth ancestors. “So report, Kari. Why are you waking me up three hours before we’re supposed to meet?”

Kari snaps to attention, both hands sticking to her sides in a salute. “Sir! There’s a criminal in the hotel.”

Gerard stares at her. “Yes, that’s why we’re here. There’s a lot of criminals in this hotel and it’s our responsibility to make sure they all make it out alive.” 2019 is an extraordinarily tumultuous time in American politics and it’s their job to protect to keep it that way for just one more year.

“No, I know the mission, I mean that there’s a criminal” Kari stresses. She leans forward, modulating her voice to a whisper. “Like one of ours.”

Gerard’s heavy brows snap down. That’s outside of mission expectations. 2019 is a sealed year for a reason and even illegal Time watches are programmed to skip over it. They’d had to get special permission from six intergalactic federations to come here for just one week. “What? That’s impossible, there’s--Who?”

“Renea.”

Gerard shorts out. Or, maybe, he blacks out. Sometimes it’s difficult to distinguish between his biological failures and his technological ones. When he comes to, he’s ripping down the hall of the hotel in his underwear, cybernetics on full display and not caring a bit. He stumbles for a moment and then regains his footing, bursting into the hotel stairwell. “Where?”

Kari nearly crashes into him. “The--the first floor. Sir, is she hostile? I know she’s marked as Cataclysmic class--”

“It’d be easy if she was hostile,” Gerard snarls. They’re on the seventh floor. He charges downwards. “She’s not here for us.”

Renea No-Last-Name is one of the most prolific Time Criminals they have in their registry. No one’s sure how she as access to so many Time streams and there’s no clear motivation for what year she hits and what she takes. In any other case, they could mark her down as a petty crook or, at best, an art thief. Her ability to travel through Time makes her Gerard’s problem and her lack of hostility means that she can be anywhere doing anything.

“She nearly prevented Mount St. Helen’s from erupting,” Gerard tells Kari as they hit the third floor. “When I came across her in Rome, she’d nearly convinced Brutus to not stab Caesar.”

The implications of that aren’t lost on Kari. She pales significantly and leaps down the last two steps to the second floor. “Nitweeds.”

“Nitweeds,” Gerard agrees grimly. He slams his way out of the stairwell and into the lobby, nearly bowling over a display of doughnuts in his haste. The business people grazing around the table gasp and he hears a few of them demand the hotel staff call the police. “Where was she heading?!”

“To the pool,” Kari gasps. She staggers a bit more than he thinks necessary when a woman in a power suit dives out in front of her. He makes a mental note to have Kari do more sprints. She’s falling behind.

He bounds past six more mortified politicians before he gets to the pool. It’s far too early in the morning for it to be open, but he can see a woman standing beside the water, her back to them, talking on a very primitive phone.

Gerard lunges for the gate. He doesn’t expect it when it remains locked and bangs his head against the wrought iron bars hard enough that his reinforced skeleton sings. Kari, a beat behind him, fails to stop in time and slams him into the gate again.

The woman by the pull turns, still talking. “--going to have to call you back. Just remember that I’m very disappointed and I expect to be reimbursed. In full.” She presses a button (a button!) on the phone and slips it into her jean’s pockets. “Gerard, right?”

Gerard yanks on the bars, forgetting that he didn’t charge his strength-enhancing cybernetics the night before. He’d forgotten. Careless. “Kari, open this gate!”

Kari flutters beside him. “It needs a key, boss!”

“Relax, agents,” Renea says, rolling her eyes. “I’m not here to mess up your mission, or whatever.”

“I know,” Gerard says. He shoves Kari behind him. “Go get the key!”

“Oooh,” Kari says, hands flying around. “But--but if she’s dangerous--”

“I’m super dangerous,” Renea assures the younger woman with a wink. Kari whimpers.

“Go,” Gerard commands. He waits until Kari sprints away to finally address Renea. “You’re in a Dead Zone, Renea. That’s another life sentence to your time.” He bares his teeth. “You’ve got 46 lives, right?”

“It’s actually up to 52,” Renea says. She doesn’t sound concerned. “You missed a bunch of stuff when Elizabeth Bathory kidnapped a Time Agent.”

“What?” Gerard can’t imagine that. Elizabeth Bathory’s lifetime is closed. She wouldn’t have the resources to kidnap a Time Agent. And if she did--no. No, it didn’t happen. “You’re stalling for time.”

Renea looks impressed. “Yeah, I am. Chin misses having you as a partner Gerard. He always said you were very talented.”

Gerard feels his face drain of color. ‘What did you do to Chin?” His old partner had taken a desk job for a few turns after a particularly bad run in with a thief they never caught. He bangs on the gate. “If you hurt him, I swear I--”

“Hurt him?” Renea interrupts. She seems terribly amused. “Oh, I did worse than that.”

“What did you do?” Gerard demands. Maybe it’s not too late to save Chin. Maybe she hasn’t done anything to him yet.

Renea swaggers up to the bars, leaning in so that Gerard can see every freckle smattered across the bridge of her nose. “I married him.”

Gerard blinks. “What?”

But before Renea can answer, the Time watch around her wrist beeps and she’s torn away from 2019 leaving only the echo of her mocking laughter behind.

#caffeine challenge #time agents #renea #renea and chin #this was done in an hour #pls have mercy

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newobsessioneveryweek · 4 years

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The Bounty Hunter: Chpt. 1

This is chapter 1 of a book I started writing about a year or two ago. If you like it and want me to continue please leave a comment! Enjoy!

People I’m tagging because I love them and need their advice: @xicarusisfallingx @kirii-thenotreally-kitten @awesomeunicat @haze517 @jdc1717

‘So,’ Luna said impatiently, ‘what’s the payment?’

‘Ten gold for turning in disloyal citizens. You know your king. Wouldn’t spare a cup of water for a beggar on the street. Still, this offer is generous for a bastard like him.’

Luna huffed but she knew Aaron was right. This offer was by far the best she would get for such a task even though that pathetic amount of money wouldn’t even be enough to buy a cheap whore. She needed the money though and wouldn’t let any opportunity pass no matter how demeaning. She was already a criminal. Cowards looking to get their hands on otherwise unreachable items often employ her services, though she’s not always faithful to her clients. Not a very good reputation for a mere seventeen-year-old but struggle builds character, and she’d gotten to know a lot about struggle. She didn’t care much for her pride either. She’d lost that luxury years ago, replaced by desperation. All she needed was enough money to pay for a decent doctor for her father. Once she’d done that she’d live a normal, care-free life.

‘So,’ Aaron said, jarring her from her thoughts with his deep whisper, ‘Are you in or what?’

Luna didn’t need to think twice before she said, ‘I’m in.’

Aaron gave a slight nod before explaining their objective. ‘You know Estagio Vanamir, baker’s son? Asked for a very special gem from the king’s repository. Probably Selena’s Ruby. Says he’ll pay handsomely. Twenty silver.’

‘Twenty Silver? A handsome reward?’ Luna stifled a laugh and was about to berate her partner for not haggling for a higher price, before he continued, ‘That’s a high price for the son of a baker Luna,’ Aaron said, ‘obviously it was no use haggling. We’re going to turn him at the guard anyway for the king’s meager reward.’

‘Yes, but we could’ve brought the man the gem, gotten his reward and then led the guards to him to make a greater profit. Honestly, Aaron, why am I always three steps ahead of you when you are supposed to come up with our strategies?’

‘If the heist was to fail and we were to be spotted we would be the ones behind the bars of a cell,’ he said, exasperated, ‘So Vanami’s offer won’t matter in the end.’

‘I still think you were scammed. For the job he expects us to do, a small fortune would be the least he could offer. What does he want with the ruby anyway?’

Aaron shrugged. ‘I don’t know and I didn’t bother to ask.’

Luna gave a resigned huff. The two stood in silence for a brief moment.

‘Be ready at sunrise tomorrow,’ Aaron said seriously.

‘Since when do you give orders? Have you suddenly grown bold,’ Luna said only half-seriously.

‘I’m merely making suggestions, a good one at that. We’ve been working together long enough to be considered equal partners in trade. Or is it just me who thinks that?’

‘It’s just you Aaron,’ Luna said before turning and walking to her father’s house. It was beginning to get late and her father was probably wondering where she was. He wasn’t aware of her criminal reputation at all and she intended to keep it that way. She wouldn’t want to cause him an early death if he found out.

Before she managed two steps she heard Aaron calling her. Luna turned around and acknowledged him. ‘I can’t imagine you’re leaving so soon,’ he said, ‘would you care to join me for a flagon? I still have some coin left from our last haul.’

Luna rolled her eyes. ‘I’m a thief, not a drunk. You have fun drowning your sorrows away.’

‘Don’t be a sissy. Join me, and even if you don’t drink, you could still have yourself a good time, if ya know what I mean.’

‘I’m not interested. Enjoy with your whores you pervert. And don’t blame me at sunrise when your head becomes a blacksmith’s anvil if ya know what I mean.’ Luna swiftly turned around tittering to herself and hurried home to her father. His condition had been steadily worsening for months and had finally driven him to incapacitation. No doubt the death of Luna’s mother had spurred his illness into action. She had been one of his only joys in life: since she worked as a servant in the king’s palace she earned a helpful sum, partially supporting them financially while he made his earnings working at his forge, she kept his health in check and made sure their needs were taken care of. The love he had for his wife was unmatched by any and all human emotion. When she suddenly died, his health spiraled downwards.

Luna arrived at the small house. She’d prepared a pot of vegetable soup that morning that was simmering on the cooking fire. She picked up the ladle and gingerly spooned the mixture into a bowl to serve to her father, who was sitting up in bed, staring dazed at the drab brown curtains hung in front of him.

Luna quietly walked to his bedside and hesitantly put a hand of his shoulder. He jolted in surprise, causing Luna to nearly spill the contents of the bowl as she jumped in shock.

Luna’s father turned his head sleepily in her direction and stared at her confused for a moment before his face lit up in recognition. ‘Luna, my dear, did I startle you? I’m afraid I haven’t been able to get up to much aside from admiring the scenery,’ he glanced at the curtain and attempted a good-natured laugh, which came out more as a wheeze followed by a series of painful coughs.

Luna set the bowl of soup on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. ‘Did Katherine come? She said she would bring a remedy for that cough.’

The man rolled his eyes, giving Luna a full view of his reddening sclerae. ‘You just arrived and are already playing physician. Have a rest, child. Have you eaten? You’re so thin.’ Luna thought it strange that the man was worrying for her sake when his own body looked as if it had been constructed out of twigs with skin as thin and pale as a bedsheet. His pale eyes, once sparkling like the polished silver, were dull and lifeless.

‘I understand that my worry is warranted since you refuse to attend to your own health. I will eat once you have finished your supper.’ Luna took the bowl from the bedside table and scooped a spoonful, blowing on it to cool it down before holding the spoon out to her father. His eyes went to the spoon before darting to his daughter. ‘What is the meaning of this? I am perfectly capable of feeding myself. I’ve hefted axes, hammered at steel for hours, and you doubt I can lift a spoon,’ he spluttered in discontent.

Luna raised an eyebrow, still holding out the utensil. She understood that he must have felt undignified, but his circumstances simply did not allow him the freedom he used to relish only months ago. As hard as it was for her to see the once-proud man he was confined to a state of total helplessness, she had no choice. The man gave a sigh of resignation and opened his mouth. The way he pouted like a sad child broke Luna’s heart, but she continued feeding him until the bowl was empty.

Her father blinked slowly and scooted lower in the bed until his head rested on the thin pillow. His face glistened with a sheen of sweat and he looked utterly exhausted. ‘I’m spent. You go eat my dear, you need not worry any longer. A sleeping figure threatens no danger,’ he uttered with a joking smile.

Luna nodded and leaned over to place a kiss on her father’s forehead, subsequently wiping the sweat off her mouth, earning a chuckle from the man.

She did as her father requested and ate her supper. The sun had set long before she had finished so she dressed down for bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When the sun had just begun steadily crawling over the horizon, before the cocks began to crow, Luna rose from her bed and tiredly rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She quickly threw her dress on and attached her dagger to her belt along with a vile of a potent sleeping draught she’d used on her father a few times just in case. She preferred to render enemies unconscious rather than kill them but underestimating her battle prowess was a grave mistake people dared not make. She wouldn’t hesitate to take action if need be. After making sure her father was peacefully asleep, she laced up her boots and made her way to the tavern to meet with Aaron.

She arrived just in time to see the tall boy retching in the adjacent ally, his curly brown locks drenched in sweat. Luna recoiled at the sight, but couldn’t help smiling at her confirmed prediction. The boy leaned miserably against the wall with his eyes closed. He looked exhausted but Luna had to applaud his commitment, which was exactly what she did. She snuck quietly to his side, avoiding his disgorged stomach contents, and loudly clapped her hands right next to his ear. Aaron nearly jumped in the air, but he opted instead to double over clutching his aching head.

‘Fuck you,’ he said as he rose from his stooped position, punctuating the effort with a groan of discomfort.

‘Did I not foresee this,’ I asked mockingly, ‘I knew you would drown in your cups. You possess the minimum amount of self-control equal to that of a horny dog.’

‘What can I say? I blame the impulsiveness of youth.’ He made of gesture of shaking his fist in the air before letting it drop listlessly to his side.

‘Do you really expect me to bring you with me in the state you’re in? You’ll only be a hindrance.’

‘What are you talking about,’ he asked, looking at her with tired golden eyes, ‘did we not agree to turn Vanamir in? There’s no heist involved, hence you won’t need me for much. I just came to discuss our approach.’

‘No, you wanted to turn him in, I wanted to kill two birds with one stone, earn some extra coin, and not be a sissy about getting caught. Now that you’re no longer an asset on this mission, I’ll be opting for my plan.’

Aaron pushed away from the wall, stumbling before regaining his footing and somewhat steady composure. ‘Whatever,’ he said, ‘as long as you get it done. Though I should warn you, the king has upped his guard recently. I have no idea why so I advise you to just watch your back.’

‘And I would advise you to stay away from the bar. You look positively awful and you smell like a piss pot.’

Aaron blinked and made a face. ‘Incredible. I never would have thought it possible but, I must say, your social skills have gotten better,’ Aaron retorted sarcastically.

The two parted ways, Luna making for the castle.

While Luna’s mother was a servant she had learned that the castle had a servants’ entrance separate from the main doors. If she looked the part she could easily slip by bustling maids and watchful guards. Navigating the castle wasn’t a problem either. The king’s private business hadn’t been kept very private at all from careful listeners so Luna was aware that the repository was situated on the lowest level. All she had to do was make her way there without being noticed. She hoped she hadn’t bitten off more than she could chew, but she was confident in her abilities. If worse came to worst she could simply render her victims unconscious.

She set her plan into action; she walked through the servants’ entrance and picked up a basket of the king’s laundry to carry around with her. Luckily none of the other servants questioned this. A person could mistake her for a servant just by her attire and the way she walked with purpose as if washing the king’s clothing was her only goal and pleasure in life (which, for most servants, it was). With the laundry basket balancing on her hip, Luna turned down hallway after hallway, ignoring suspicious glances from guards and trying to muster as much confidence in her step as she could, which was proving to work. The guards she passed had stopped paying much attention to her apart from the occasional lustful gaze and so she continued until she made it all the way to the stairwell that led down to the king’s repository. Unfortunately, the stairwell was guarded by two rather distracted guards, who were sitting at a wooden table gambling with dice and gulping down mouthfuls of whatever beverage was in their cups.

This posed a problem of course. Before she could approach them she needed a plan. She couldn’t simply stab them; one of them might sound an alarm before she can get in a clean blow. Her only chance was to lace their drinks somehow. Luna had never been one for flirting, but she might’ve needed to summon what little knowledge she has on the subject and use it to her advantage. Her mother had taught her how to dance before Luna became more interested in learning how to use her dagger, so she knew how to move her body to get the right reactions.

She moved seductively towards the men, swaying her hips while still balancing the basket. One guard noticed her advancing and stood from his seat, while the other glanced over and fumbled to rise, but ended up toppling onto the floor. Luna knelt down with a kind smile on her face and offered her hand to the fallen guard, who furrowed his brow in confusion.

Luna giggled in response to the guard’s baffled expression, ‘I don’t bite, I promise,’ she said as sweetly as her shaking voice allowed. The guard continued to stare for a moment longer before accepting her help and smiling goofily at the wink Luna gave him once he stood.

‘My my, it isn’t often we get visitors here, especially ones this beautiful,’ said the guard on the left. ‘Tell me, my dear, what is your business here?’

Luna spoke convincingly, ‘I’m a servant washing the king’s clothing. I’m new so I got lost-’

‘A servant, eh,’ said the guard on the right, clearly not too interested in her reason for being there. ‘What’s a beauty such as yourself doing serving the king? A maiden this lovely, why your time would be better spent gracing a dance floor.’

‘Don’t you know how to flatter a girl,’ Luna ran her hand down the guard’s chest, ‘tell me,’ she said glancing over to his gawking friend, ‘may I join you?’

The two guards glanced at each other, smirks creeping up both of their faces. Luna felt rather uncomfortable with that but she had a mission to accomplish. The guard on the right answered, ‘Of course, you can. However, we only have two chairs, but, if you want, you can sit on my lap,’ the man said, a wild glint in his eyes and a slit of a smile on his face. Luna nearly outright retched at the man’s offer, though instead, she gave a shy smile and an innocent nod. The guard whom she had helped looked mildly jealous but sat down, sipping his drink miserably. The other sat down slowly, trying his best to appear sexy but failing rather spectacularly. He patted his lap and Luna begrudgingly sat down, swallowing the bile rising in the back of her throat. She had to drug them quickly. She inconspicuously slipped the draught under the long sleeve of her dress and folded her fingers over the cork.

‘Do you mind if I have a taste,’ she asked pointing at the drink in front of her. The man held it out to her. She took the cup, the guard rocking his leg as if to tease her, sloshing the liquid in the cup. He laughed as if he’d just made the funniest joke ever, Luna laughing along to please him. She held the cup close to her lap so the guard wouldn’t see her slyly pour the liquid in the cup. She emptied the vile before realizing too late that she hadn’t laced the second guard's drink. Luna panicked, still holding the cup low. The guard furrowed his brow, looking slightly annoyed that she hadn’t drunk anything and took the cup from her, taking a long sip. ‘When you get to be a big girl you can have a sip of my drink,’ he set down his drink and put a hand on Luna’s back, ‘So what do you do for fun lass? Or, more importantly,’ he made eye contact with Luna and Luna saw the man’s intentions written plain as day on his features, ‘ what would you like to do? Whatever it is, we can do it together if ya fancy. Maybe afterward I’ll let you have a sip.’ The man laughed and it was the vilest thing Luna had ever heard. His hand started sliding down Luna’s back until it was far too low for comfort.

She inwardly scowled and blanched at the man’s suggestion. She knew the effects of the draught would kick in soon, but she was getting worried that this man was going to do something unsavory to her. She needed to stall for time.

‘Um… H-how about you two tell me your names first?’

The man let loose a booming laugh, his eyelids drooping, but his advances continued. He looked at his partner with a smug smirk, ‘this one likes to get personal,’ his friend rolled his eyes. ‘My name’s Gilbert, and that over there,’ he said, pointing at the guards across the table, ‘is Simeon. And what’s your name sweetheart,’ he asked, but before Luna could answer his head lulled forward and he planted his head firmly on the table, his torso folding over her lap. Luna heaved a sigh of relief and took the guards inactivity as an opportunity to take action. She drew her dagger, threw the man’s upper body away from her and jumped up. The remaining guard hurriedly got up from his chair. She saw him notice the dagger in her hand. He looked up at her, an angry expression marring his features, ‘What did you do to him,’ he shouted, ‘Intruder,’ he alerted the forces. ‘Wait! He’s not dead,’ Luna said, but it was too late. She had to act quickly. She made a run for the stairwell, but the guard lunged at her. Luna swung her dagger at his chest, but he was too quick. He dodged her attack and made a grab at her shoulders and pinned her to the wall. He twisted her arm until she dropped her dagger, the silver blade clattering helplessly to the floor. She had been caught. She heard the hurried footsteps of the alerted forces making their way. If she tried to escape she would just be caught by the oncoming support. There was nothing she could do.

Before long two new faces pulled her from the wall and held her firmly by the shoulders, the sleeping guard lying unmoving on his chair. Luna had to think of a plan, and quickly before she was brought to the king for sentencing. She could acknowledge how suspicious it looked that a guard somehow dropped down while she held a dagger in her hand, and with a witness present, it made her case even less convincing. The fact that she’s tried to run into the repository made her case vastly doubtful. Did she even have a case to present? She had really made this a very difficult situation.

#original story #The Bounty Hunter #not fanfiction #story

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lonely and craving feedback

below is a rough draft section from my original novel, North of the End of the World (wip title), and i just.... wanna see what people think of it’s tone so far? i’m gonna come back and smooth shit out later, but for the most part this is the basics of what i want it to be like.

all below the cut. it’s a dystopian setting, with adult characters, so while nothing too pg happens in this tidbit i still wanna remind yall to be careful with yourselves.

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Colorado City. It’s the biggest one in the province, the rest of them scattered towns, clinging to other ruins. Colorado City is tangled, dirty, and overly full, even with it’s large size. It’s not even in ‘Colorado’, wherever that is. It got built on some other city, up in the northern of what was Alberta, Canada.

Colette doesn’t really care if the name is all wrong; it’s a city, it’s where she lives, that’s the end of things. She doesn’t need to know more than that to get by.

Colorado isn’t anyone’s home, far as she’s concerned. It’s just a place they’ve all gathered to clamber over one another; clawing out lives for themselves in a toxic environment, with nowhere else to go. Wasteland towns pop up and get swallowed up in the same month, sometimes. The only consistency anyone can find is here, or another big city. For whatever reason, the biggest of the ruins stay where they are; persevering through the fallout and standing tall.

They’ve even remained sturdy enough that new structures could be built around them, and under them. There are so few places left for humans, where they can defend themselves from the world. They’ve had no choice but to remain in cities like this, forcing it to accommodate them. Multiple levels, suspended between buildings, created to provide more room in their crowded metropolis. The same treatment done downwards; just as equally tangled and packed in.

Colette likes her burrow on the below ground levels. She likes it because the lights in the area are always malfunctioning, because skittering creatures make home in the shadows, because everyone else hates it and she enjoys being contrary.

She also likes it because finding work is easy. Someone who knows the underground like her is valuable, good for odd jobs. Colette has a near flawless success rate in whatever errands she’s given- be it locating an item, delivering something, just about anything, really.

And, unlike most other folks, Colette isn’t scared of the dark, or what hides in it. She’d walk through a pitch-black tunnel no problem; she wouldn’t even flinch. Nothing there is of any real threat, honestly; nothing to be afraid of. It’s what’s inside of people that scares her.

Still, she needs to eat. So, whenever she wakes up each day or night, Colette rolls herself out of bed to get dressed and head out. She knows the hotspots for the sorts of jobs she wants; quick and short, but decent enough pay. The people who frequent those hotspots know her well enough to refer interested parties.

Tonight, Colette wants something she can get done in a few hours. She’s still sore in her left leg from where someone got a lucky kick in. Serves her right, underestimating the thief she’d been sent to steal from. Stupid kid couldn’t have been older than fifteen, but he fought like hell to keep the package he stole.

Colette had kicked the shit out of him in exchange, and pried the package out of his singed hands. The consequences of his theft far outweighed the gain from it, in Colette’s opinion. All the kid had to show for it were burnt fingers and an introduction to the heel of her boot.

She kind of feels sorry for the nameless thief, because that’d been her at some point. But, she learned. She got smarter and tougher. If the thief is lucky, he’ll live long enough to do that, too.

The bar she’s visiting tonight is closer to a giant hole in the wall than a proper establishment. The painted sign on the concrete ceiling says High Street’s End, but the tunnels have no real streets, so most people just call it Jerry’s. Colette calls it a shithole, personally.

She’s woken up in the afternoon today, so the dinner rush hasn’t started yet. There’s plenty of after work drinkers, though, scattered in numbers large enough Colette knows she’ll get to eat tonight.

She lifts her scarf a little higher, over her chin. The strung-up lights of the bar wash out her already sun deprived skin, bleaching her long, tangled blonde hair to near white. Colette has two layers on, a thick sweater and long coat. It hides how lean she is, bulks up her small stature. Doesn’t help the fact that her feet dangle when she sits down on the metal bar stool. A glass of water is set in front of her on the counter, clean and clear.

Colette takes it and drinks it in just a few gulps. Good water is hard to come by; many sources are tainted. Jerry’s bar is special because of that. He can purify it, no matter how filthy.

He’s also older than nearly anyone else around here, making it to the point where his hair is almost pure white and grey. Colette doesn’t much like people, but she has something like fondness for Jerry. He’s a stout set man with a trim beard, paired with a sense of humor that’s as endearing as it is annoying.

“Evening, Russian Colette,” Jerry says with a cheeky grin, leaning on the counter. “You on any particular errand right now? ‘cause I’d rather you didn’t break my furniture again with a brawl.”

Colette shakes her head no. She digs a coin out of her pocket and flashes it in front of Jerry, the five-dollar digits imprinted on it making her point clear.

“Ah, job hunting,” Jerry says, nodding. He takes the coin and digs into his own pockets, producing a notebook. He flips through it, the arthritic swell of his fingers stiffening the action by the slightest margin. “Well, let’s see here… got a few requests for runners up to the topside, two for finding missing persons, an advertisement about a prophet geared educational group…”

I hate being upstairs, Colette signs, though it’s mostly for her own benefit, and those missing people are dead or shipped off already. The group thing is a scam. Probably another con to catch any young magicians without anyone watching them.

“What’s that?” Jerry is bemusedly confused by her hand signs, like always. “You know I only recognize my name in all that hand waving, right? Use a paper, woman.”

Colette raises one hand and lifts a single finger. Jerry guffaws.

“Now that I know the meaning of,” he says, chortling still. “Sorry, but that’s all I’ve gotten today. And you already refused everything else I have.”

Colette snorts. The other jobs Jerry has on offer are as shitty as the newest ones. She passed on all of them because they either paid like shit for an enormous amount of effort, or because she knew she wouldn’t be able to complete it and so wouldn’t be paid.

She taps her glass pointedly. Jerry obliges her a refill of water, right from the tap alongside his beer options. As he hands it to her, he says, “Think on it a little more before you leave, alright? Your good business is good my business, and you haven’t taken a job from here in a few weeks.”

Colette shrugs. She’ll think about it, sure. She’ll think about how stupid the jobs are, and then she’ll leave to find better ones.

Jerry moves on, going to greet other customers coming in. Colette sips slowly at her water, enjoying its sweet freshness. As much as she’d like to buy another five waters, and a hot meal on the side, Colette is counting her coins and not liking the numbers. Jerry’s right; she’s been skimming without serious jobs for a while. Any longer and she might have some trouble.

And speaking of trouble; Colette turns on her stool, hearing a chair be knocked over and rancorous laughter. She raises an eyebrow at the poor guy who’s the butt of the joke. He’s big, bigger than almost anyone Colette’s known. Tall and well fed. He’s also got clothes that lack the level of wear and tear hers has, that everyone’s around here has. Nice deep green coat and a shiny leather satchel; boots that could be new, all the buttons on his shirt still.

He doesn’t look like someone who’s a member of the Families in the city, though. Those sorts never come down here anyway. The guy looks about her age, maybe younger. Early twenties, likely. He’s got a soft cheeked face, with equally soft dark curls framing it. Colette looks at his skin and thinks of the grove of acorn trees she once saw; nuts light as sun to dark as earth. He’s between that, the sort of brown that lets you know it’s not too early or too late to eat the nut.

Colette pushes away the memory of that warm fall, from somewhere far in her past. The guy picking himself up off the ground may look as strong as an oak tree, but he’s clearly no better than a dried twig. Colette can give him a single glance and know he’s easy prey, a target for anyone to take advantage of.

Not her scene. Colette does some pretty terrible things to make ends meet, but she doesn’t cross the line like that. Kicking a thief around is one thing; robbing someone of everything they have is quite another.

Colette grimaces, watching the out-of-towner huff and scold the group of men he’s sitting with. Now she feels all melancholic about how awful everyone here is. She finishes her drink of water, annoyed that her evening has barely begun and it’s already been spoiled.

Colette whistles at Jerry to get his attention, rubbing her fingers together to show she wants one of the jobs. Her mood is quickly sliding into prickly grumpiness; she might as well ruin it further.

When Jerry asks which job she wants, Colette jerks a thumb across her throat.

tbc

#spec ocs #NTEW #shorthand for north of the etc.#My writing #any kinda takeaway you have is accepted as a response #criticize compliment whatever #this is my Big Project for the next few months and i wanna know if its starting off good

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Winter Storm Ch.5 (Snow Storm)

Summary: It's December again. Snow's favorite time. The miser brothers began the month with their normal dispute about the current temperature. It's a vigorous fight... or it was. Until there was no fighting whatsoever. Heat Miser is missing and it's up to Snow Miser to find his stepbrother.

Tennessee was covered in snow. Not entirely unusual for certain parts of the state, but still a surprise to most. The only spot that had green grass was the Oak Ridge area. Y-12's location.

Heat barely managed to melt the ray gun. That was the third one and he was still freezing. He couldn't help but smirk at the humans wearing protective gear. They kept testing different devices on him and each time he foiled them. He started to melt the walls of his prison once again. He could see one of the humans face-palm. They were having trouble keeping him contained. Good. He wasn't going to make anything easy for them. Especially after what they did to poor Flame. The thought of them experimenting on him added more fuel to Heat's rage.

"We need to reinforce the walls... again. Turn down the temperature. Get the experimental ice mixture ready," the head scientist demanded.

"A... are you sure? We don't know how low of a temperature he can actually survive in..." one of the scientists pointed out.

"Well, we can't let him go. We went through the trouble catching him and we will keep him. HE'S MINE!" the head scientist shrieked.

Some humans, in armor, entered Heat's room with guns. Heat immediately pulled flames into his hands. Ready for a fight.

A button was pushed on a keyboard in the scientist's room. Causing a huge pile of snow to fall onto Heat. Immediately putting out his flames and successfully subduing him. One of the armored men ran to Heat and pulled out a syringe filled with a special cold substance. He shoved it into Heat's arm. Heat flinch and felt the cold flow through him. He instantly went limb. His body didn't know how to handle the sudden internal temperature change. So, he fell, unconscious, to the ground.

The head scientist slowly walked into the room. He marched up to Heat and checked to see if he was still breathing. He was. Lucky him, thought the scientist.

"Test RG3 has failed. Get RG4 prepared," the head scientist ordered. The armor men started to move Heat to another room so the current one could get repaired.

"You will bend to my will," the head scientist growled at the unconscious elemental.

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Heat's unconscious mind slowly started to wake and kept replaying a dark memory.

Heat was inside his old home on Mother Nature's floating island. It was spring on the island. Flowers of every color bloomed. They had a small pond that had tadpoles in it. Heat was young again. A grade schooler's age to a human. The brothers were still close. Their fallout would happen the following day. Until then, they would never leave each other's side. They knew how to interact without causing the other serious harm. There was still some slip ups here and there, but they had a stronger grasp of their powers.

They were waiting for their Mother to return. She was out tending to the earth. So they snuggled together by the window. Watching some birds fly by while they enjoyed each others company. Heat nudged Snow,

"Look! The nest has baby birds in it finally!" Heat pointed out.

The birds were chirping happily. A few of the baby birds were hopping in their twig nest with excitement. One of the baby birds foot got caught on a twig before it fell over the nest and plunged to the ground. It landed on a soft patch of grass. It laid there for a few seconds before trying to fly and failing. Heat had enough.

Heat got up and went to the door. He yanked opened the green door and slowly approached the baby bird. Gently he scooped it up and placed it back in the nest. Snow was by his side. Both silently watching the nest. Neither of them knew that the baby bird would be the thing to end their relationship...

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A winter storm began consuming Tennessee like no other. Some people had trouble leaving their own home because of the snow. It was Snow Miser. He was coming to save his brother and he brought his rage with him. He was supposed to take care of his younger brother. He failed him once. Not again.

He landed on one of the buildings' rooftops. Causing it to shatter as it turned to ice. Snow, once in the building, had no idea where to even look for his brother. There was multiple large building scattered about. He stood his full height as he looked around. Just a lot of long white hallways. No human was about. Strange. He cautiously walked down one of the hallways. Leaving a trail of snow behind him. The floor became ice, making it easier for Snow to travel. He slid across the floor as fast as he could. He was trying to feel the air for heat. Not the warm from a heater. No. Pure energy. The source of all heat itself. His brother's heat.

It was hard to feel anything but coldness. He normally loved it but now it only caused despair. He couldn't feel him. What if he was too late? He needed to keep his cool. He'll find him.

Snow hit a dead end. Great. Well, this building wasn't giving him an aura of his brother's location. Time to move to the next.

When Snow turned around he spotted at least twenty armored men standing behind him. Looked like they were all carrying flamethrowers.

"Come with us now. Unless you want to cause your brother harm or worse," one of the men, Snow assumed the leader, ordered. Snow was insulted. Only twenty? Really? They underestimated him. Snow slowly raised his arms. Trying to appear vulnerable to them.

"Now, how about we all calm down and chill," at that very moment chilly air blew pushing the armor men. The air was strong enough to shove them across the ice, which increased their speed, away from Snow.

Snow rushed up to the leader and grabbed the front of his armor. It was burning hot. Snow let out a yelp, as his hand started to sizzle before he swiftly dropped the leader. Snow pulled his injured hand close to his body. Trying to cool it down. He was hoping to question the leader but he needed another method to remove both of them from that hallway. He needed to get away from these lunatics.

Before any of them could recover to their feet, Snow called a cold wind to carry him, and his new prisoner, away.

He only carried him to another building's roof. Setting the human to the ground he summoned ice to surround him. Leaving him stuck in an icy prison. A smirk slowly spread on Snow's face. He's going to finally get some more concrete answers to his brother's whereabouts.

"Hahaha... HAHAHA!" the leader looked insane. Snow's smirk ebbed away. This human was nonchalant about his situation. This startled Snow... he subconsciously got into a battle stance. He wasn't going to botch up this rescue.

"Where is my brother?" Snow growled. His eyes looked colder than the icy vacuum of space. Snow summoned a sharp icicle. It was frowned upon to ever harm a human... but Snow considered this to be an exception.

"I honestly have no idea. I've only seen the beast a couple of times. Both times in completely different building complexes. I can say one thing. You won't see him again. If you came with us quietly then, maybe, you could have seen him one last time," the leader laughed again. Snow's temper was rapidly rising.

"I'll tell you one thing," the leader unexpectedly announced, "He's underground somewhere. Don't think I'm trying to help you though. I'll have every man and woman in the area ready to stop you down there," he sneered.

Snow lost it. He grabbed the leader, ignoring the pain in his hands, glided both of them to the ground. Moving his hold, Snow grabbed the leader throat while pointing at the frosted ground with his free hand,

"TAKE ME TO THE UNDERGROUND COMPLEXES." Snow shouted.

The leader only smirked.

"Of course, Mister Snow. I'll take you down there. You should know. You won't come back out," Snow rolled his eyes at the last statement. He was tired of this human's attitude. Snow took off his scarf and tied it around the human's wrists. Grabbing the tied wrists, he yanked the leader forward.

"Show me the way."

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Heat Miser stirred a little but he was still forced to witness one of his worst memories...

...The next day, Snow was sick. He spent too much time in the warm temperatures outside. He was having problems controlling his base temperature. So, unfortunately, Heat couldn't really interact with him. Although, when they were waiting for their mother once more, they decided to watch the birds together again. They noticed that the same baby bird fell from its nest. This time Snow went outside to pick it up. They both knew that Snow shouldn't be outside.

------------------------ "HEAT. CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" ------------------------

They both knew Snow was sick. Snow reached down and as soon as he touched the bird it froze. It became covered with ice from the inside out. Snow stared at it in shock... he... he killed it. Heat was next to him and he could feel Heat's own body temperatures rising with his anger.

"You killed it... YOU KILLED IT," Heat was more than enraged.

"I... I didn't mean to..." Snow looked horrified. It didn't stop Heat's anger. He shoved Snow. Hurting Snow with his touch. Snow grew angry himself. He didn't mean to. So, why was Heat being a jerk about it? Snow shoved Heat back. Next thing they knew, within thirty minutes, the entire island was covered with ice and fire. When Mother Nature returned her displeasure caused there to be thunder and lightning storms for an entire week.

Neither brother ever forgave the other... ---------------------------------- Heat slowly awoke. He took note of his new prison. Once again it was covered in ice... Heat was too tired to try and get up. He gave a long sigh before contemplating his situation. He was worried about his little minions. Worried about the temperature changes outside, which must be upsetting the balance of things. Worried about the poor little animals trying to survive in an unfamiliar environment... He really missed his brother right now...

#heat miser #snow miser #christmas #the year without a santa claus #winter storm

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dontshootmespence · 5 years

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Supernatural AU: Episode 4 - Devoid

Part 4

“Do you realize how many favors I had to call in to make this deal happen?” Bobby asked. He’d called all over the place asking people that owed him where Bobbie, Dean and Sam could pick up some African Dream Root. It was the only thing he knew of that would allow them to enter the dream of another. “Three, B. I had to call in three favors to get you this stuff, so you better make it work.” He sucked at veiling threats – the shakiness in his voice, the nervousness about the kids he loved going up against something even he and John had never defeated, was more than evident. The Winchesters did hate to make Bobby worry, but they also never stopped, even in the face of something they didn’t truly understand.

“We will Bobby.”

Dean knocked on the door of the warehouse where they were meeting the hunter that was able to get her hands on something so rare. Clara Ogden was fairly well known for hunting alone and taking on small jobs to benefit the little guy while obtaining rare supernatural items to benefit hunters as a whole. As a small redhead, she was consistently underestimated – wrongly so. She was not one to be trifled with. “Knock SOS, right?”

Bobby grunted in response. He was less than thrilled with this whole situation and on top of that he was more than two days away by car so even if something happened, he couldn’t do anything quickly.

With three quick knocks, three drawn out ones and another three quick ones, the hunter opened the door. “You must be the Winchesters,” she crooned, her red hair curtaining her face as she peered out of the warehouse to make sure they hadn’t been followed. “This is some heavy stuff you’re looking for. Can I ask what it’s for?”

Bobbie shook her head not wanting to give anyone information that wasn’t necessary, but Dean was always a bit boastful. “A Baku. We need to get inside someone’s head.” Actually, they still hadn’t decided who was going to be the one volunteering for that wonderful task yet. “So what did Bobby have to give you for you to hand this over?” The whole credit card scam thing didn’t allow for any money to be offered for this.

“He made me a promise, that he, and you all, would owe me a favor. You’re good at what you do and I always collect, so keep your ears open for that.” Undoubtedly another life or death situation would be plopped onto their proverbial doorstep. Or maybe just a random werewolf or spirit. Hopefully the latter, probably the former.

They’d followed her into the warehouse she operated out of, which felt strangely homey despite the fact that it was an old, concrete building. There were pictures here and there, little knick-knacks and things that made it pretty obvious she lived out of this place too. Sam found himself thinking back to his dorm room, while Bobbie remembered the few short months of her life where she had something like this. In the corner of the room was a locked box that was shackled to the floor. “Keep your eyes somewhere else. I’m not about to let you see the combo to this bad boy. Too much valuable crap in here.”

The siblings huffed and turned around so Clara could get what they needed. When she gave them the okay, they turned back around. She was carrying a small palm full of what looked like twigs. “This is African Dream Root?” Bobbie asked. She had seen it before; it just didn’t look like anything special.

“This is it,” she laughed. “You need to make a tea with it. Three quarters of an inch of one of these twigs, tablespoon each of ground ginger and cinnamon. One teaspoon of honey and one uncontaminated piece of the dreamer’s DNA. It can be hair, saliva, snot, whatever you want.”

“Who wants snot?” Sam asked, putting his fist up to his mouth as he tried not to gag.

Clara stifled a snicker. “Well no one wants it, but I do know a hunter that had to use boogers once. He said he brushed his teeth five times a day for a week and took one of those juice cleanses trying to feel clean again.”

“I can imagine,” Dean said, shivering.

“Remind me to shove a booger in your faces sometime,” Bobbie laughed, taking in the queasy looks on their faces. “Babies. That’s what makes you feel the need to clean? Just weeks ago I had that sleazeball grab my ass; that was cleanse worthy.”

Dean very seriously pointed at her. “You touch me with snot and I will not be responsible for what happens to you.”

“Baby.”

“Ass.”

Clara shoved the dream root in Sam’s hand and coaxed them out the door. Something about the way she followed them toward the door made Bobbie wonder if Clara was in the middle of a job of her own. “Okay, kids. Be on your way…and good luck with this. I don’t know anyone who’s killed a Baku before.”

As they walked out, past an old but nevertheless comfy looking couch, they all had to suppress to urge to just stay there and relax. “Neither do we.”

With the dream root in hand and a quick stop at the local convenience store to grab the other mundane items they’d need, the three hunters got back into the car and started heading to their destination. Apparently, they had different destinations in mind.

“Where are you going?” Bobbie asked.

“Back to the Nostrand’s place,” Dean replied slowly.

“We can’t go there.”

Sam spoke up from the backseat. “What do you mean? That’s where the Baku is. In Thomas’s head.”

“Yea, exactly,” Bobbie replied. “Jenna never told her husband what she did and her son doesn’t know either. What? We go in and tell the little boy, ‘hey, the reason you’re feeling like shit is because your mom called out to an ancient Japanese dream eater and now it’s eating your brain from the inside out?’ We need to be near the dreamer for this to work, so I think we might be out of luck on that front.”

Sighing, Sam’s head fell back into the seat. “So you’re saying that one of us needs to call this thing.”

“Yea, that’s what I’m saying.” It was less than ideal, but she really didn’t see another way to go about this. She wasn’t about to let another child die at their own hands if there was anything they might be able to do to stop it.

“No,” Dean interjected. “No freakin way.” Despite his protestations, he turned the wheel of the car back toward their motel. “If it has to be one of us I’m going in.”

Not over Bobbie’s dead body. “No way. I am,” she said, turning to the back seat to cut Sam off. Dean was waving wildly trying to protest, but she wasn’t about to let it go. “I’m not discussing this. When we get back I’ll call it and you two get in my head.”

“What if it’s hungry and starts eating what little hope you have left?” Dean exploded out of nowhere. Ever since Bobbie had mentioned that she could easily eat the butt of a gun, Dean found himself waking up randomly in the middle of the night to make sure she was still breathing. With John being the absentee father he was, Bobbie was all he had in terms of someone to look up to; losing her would kill him.

Then maybe she could sleep? God, that was morbid. She needed help. Too bad all they could afford was booze. “That’s a chance we have to take and I’m not willing to leave you two open to that.”

“And what if we’re not willing to let it be you?” Sam asked.

“If we live through this, you can spot me one ‘throwing-yourself-in-the-line-of-fire’ deal a piece, okay?”

Neither was okay with it, by any means, but they had no time to waste – a little boy’s hopes and dreams were hanging in limbo.

Back inside their dank motel room, Sam readied the tea and walked toward the computer, trying to be nonchalant about his intent. Bobbie could tell he was looking for how to call the Baku so he could do it himself, but before he could, Bobbie plucked out two strands of hair from her head, placed them into the two teacups and called out. “Baku-san, come eat me dream. Baku-san, come eat my dream. Baku-san, come eat my dream.”

Sam muttered under his breath. “Dammit.”

“What? You didn’t think I could tell one of you asshats was going to try and go behind my back?”

Dean wasn’t thrilled with Sam either. If anyone was going to do this, he wanted it to be him. “What if the call only works when kids use it?”

“Then we’re fucked,” she replied, pulling off her boots and flopping down onto the bed. “We have to hope it’ll answer my call. Now, if you boys don’t mind, I’m going to get some shut eye.”

She was out in less than five minutes, leaving Sam and Dean to drink the tea infused with dream root and hope for the best. “We have to kill this thing, Sam. Whatever it takes.” He swallowed hard as he looked down at her sleeping, almost peaceful. “We can’t lose her. Not like this.” None of them expected a long or happy life, but if they were going to die young it was going to be in the heat of battle, not at their own hands.

“Not in any way,” Sam said softly. “Not ever. Let’s do this.”

The tea must’ve put them to sleep instantly because the next thing they knew, Sam and Dean were standing in the middle of stark blackness, more alert and ‘awake’ then they’d been in a long damn time. “Okay, so we’re in?” Sam asked aloud as he patted at his coat. “Why is it dark?”

“She’s not dreaming yet,” he said quietly. To be honest, he wasn’t sure how any of this was working, so he felt the need to keep his voice down so they wouldn’t wake her.

In the distance, a hint of light emerged. The boys took a few steps forward and suddenly found themselves staring into the window of a wooden cabin amidst a forest of changing autumn leaves. Bobbie sat inside with a cup of coffee in her hand and was dressed in nothing but a flannel shirt. “Who’s that?” Sam asked when another woman emerged. Something about her was familiar, but he couldn’t place it.

Dean felt heated tears sting at the corners of his eyes. “That’s Zoe Worley,” he replied. He’d met her only once, but from what Bobbie had told him, she was one of the best experiences of her life – a peak into the normal. It was one of the few times in his life that even he questioned his father bringing them up as hunters. She’d been so close to happiness. “Bobbie’s one and only ex. The only person she’s ever cared about outside the family.”

“I met her?” Sam asked.

“Once.”

“What happened to them?”

As the scene played out before them, Bobbie and Zoe just sitting in front of the fire and talking to each other, Dean told Sam about what happened. Bobbie never spoke about it. The only reason Dean knew anything was because he’d been there. “Zoe got taken by a nest of vamps. It was when Bobbie was working with Dad by herself and you and I were in school. Dad asked me to come and help, so the three of us took out the nest and saved her, but she broke things off with Bobbie and told her never to contact her again.”

Sam eyes darted from the window. He’d been so close to having what lay before him with Jessica, but the hunter’s life took no prisoners. All of them had deluded themselves at one point or another into thinking they could break away. “I imagine Jess would’ve said the same thing.”

Before Dean could say anything, the scene before them changed from one that was warm and hopeful to one that felt cold despite the fact that they were inside the Impala – the closest thing to a home they had.

Their gossamer selves sat crammed in the back, watching as the fight played out before them. “Would the two of you stop?” Bobbie screamed.

But they were ignoring her. “He’s not doing this!” Dean screamed. “It’s not happening!”

“You’re not Dad. You don’t get to tell me what I do and don’t get to do.”

What was this even in reference to? What were they fighting about? The two dream-walkers exchanged a glance in hopes that the other might be able to shed some light on what they were fighting about, but neither knew.

“It’s too dangerous!” Dean yelled again. “You could die.”

“And so could you!” Sam bellowed. “It’s just that you have so little regard for your life that you don’t care. Neither of you. You’re so done with this that if you die, then fuck it, whatever, but that leaves me here without you, so no. I’m doing this!”

As they continued to fight, the brothers that had been observing couldn’t help but notice how accurately Bobbie had pegged them. Dean was done; like Bobbie he’d been put through too much and just wanted it to stop. Sam didn’t want to be alone, especially knowing that he failed his brother and sister. He already carried enough guilt about the night their mother died.

Just as Bobbie was about to open her mouth again, a pair of headlights shone into the Impala. An 18-wheeler was barreling toward them and Dean jerked the car to the right, hoping to get out of the way, but a metallic clang alerted them that they’d been clipped. As the Impala spun around, the three unaware siblings screamed, trying to steady themselves as the car slammed into the side of the weakened concrete bridge and went over the edge into the icy cold water below.

“Where the hell is this thing?” Sam asked. The Baku was supposed to be here, taking away the nightmare, but it was nowhere to be seen.

Dean looked around frantically, praying it would show up sooner rather than later and fearing the worst. “Maybe it didn’t work.”

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tiedtogetherwithadagger · 7 years

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Hi! What are your fave hurt/comfort fics? (With a focus on hurt!Derek and bonus points for cuddles/bed-sharing!) Thanks, you're awesome :)

Oh that’s so kind of you, thank you! First, I’m gonna point you to this list I made a while back, it’s focused on touch-starved Derek but some of the fics deal with hurt Derek and cuddles, too. This list…kind of got away from me lmao, but all of these are really good. Just depends if you want a long or a short fic.

From Ashes by Jerakeen (T 2k)

Magic hates Stiles. He doesn’t know why Deaton insists he can use it.

When Nothing Else Works by hannah_baker (T 6k)

Sheriff Stilinski is slowly and begrudgingly accepting the fact that werewolves exist, regular bad things still do happen sometimes, and his son may or may not be dating Derek Hale behind his back.

Or, the one where having Derek Hale in his bed is the only way Stiles can get to sleep. Much to his father’s annoyance.

Nitesky by thepsychicclam (T 7k)

A figure crests the edge of the house. Stiles squints in the sparse light of the half-moon, and is shocked when he sees that it’s Derek.

“What are you doing?” Stiles asks quietly.

Derek finishes climbing up onto the roof in one graceful swoop, and then he crosses the slanted surface quickly.

“This is dangerous,” Derek greets as he takes the spot beside Stiles. “You could fall and break your neck.”

Stiles has trouble dealing with the after effects of the nogitsune, and Derek finds him sitting on his roof.

Like a Melody (it won’t leave my head) by Jerakeen (T 8k)

Stiles doesn’t notice the constant buzzing in his head until it’s gone.

The Witching Hour by MellytheHun (T 8k)

The radio host AU no one ever asked for but I have written anyway because sometimes when DJ’s play several sad songs in a row, I worry about their mental health and then this AU was born

Satisfactory Compromises by TroubleIWant (M 17k)

Stiles is basically doing fine. He’s surviving, anyways. So what if it’s a struggle to get out of bed most days? Back in high school, everything about the supernatural had seemed edgy and romantic and exhilarating, but after seeing everything he has, wanting to go back to ignorance is only natural. Only then Derek comes back to Beacon Hills and says he’s in love with him, and everything changes.

For the worse.

The Boy Next Door by Benaya, PencilTrash (T 21k, 8/9 chapters)

“Who?”

Deaton looked at Stiles, forehead wrinkling as he suffered the boy’s never ending curiosity. “My boss,” he answered. “The owner has decided to move in finally.”

“Wha-” Stiles choked on his next bite. “The… the Hales?” He coughed, eyes widening. “But I don’t remember them dropping in here ever, since I was - like, spoiling my diapers.”

Deaton sighed, moving behind the sofa, still cleaning. Stiles strained his neck to follow his path.

“It’s just Derek now.” Something flashed across Deaton’s usually stoic face as he mumbled out the words; sadness, Stiles thought, pity.

Inertia by apocryphal (M 21k)

The last thing Derek and Cora are expecting to find outside their motel room is a gaunt Stiles Stilinski, lacrosse bag on one shoulder and the weight of the world on the other.

Hitchhiker by exclamation (T 33k)

Derek returns to Beacon Hills to find Stiles possessed by a spirit that can take over his body at will. Anything Derek does to hurt the spirit will only hurt Stiles, so Derek offers himself in exchange. When the spirit realises how much Derek cares, it uses this to manipulate Derek into helping, with the promise of Stiles’ freedom as leverage.

The two end up travelling across country in Stiles’ jeep. The journey stirs up issues for both Stiles and Derek, and brings previously hidden emotions to the light.

Pulling the Pieces Together by fireflystiles (cuddlehazz) (T 34k)

“You never have hurt anyone. Not then and not now. You just made Coach piss his pants and that’s funny shit there.” Jackson told Stiles. They all underestimated how responsible Stiles felt for the Nogitsune and what happened. No wonder he was afraid to go near the pack, not to mention the whole no control over magic thing. He felt Stiles huff out a breath at the part about Coach which was a good start.

Or after the Nogitsune, Stiles keeps secrets, there are new people in Beacon Hills, and the Pack has fallen apart. Stiles starts to figure out his role in the pack, piecing it back together, and trying to keep everyone safe.

After The Storm by matildajones (M 41k)

Derek’s mind flits to Stiles’ face. It’s a hard face to forget and for some reason Stiles is one of the only things Derek can think about without feeling like he’s lost something.

Erica grins. “When are you going to see him next?”

“He’s a cop,” Derek says gruffly.

“So?”

Derek remembers being at the station, he remembers all those fucking people who thought he had killed his own sister. Laura. He hates all of them, and says as much aloud.

Erica hums. “Sounded like you didn’t hate him.”

–

Dealing with the death of his sister, Derek spends most of his time helping out his family. He meets Stiles and as soon as Derek’s willing to admit his attraction towards him, he discovers that Stiles is dealing with his own problems at work. He needs help - help that Derek’s all too willing to give. There’s something about Derek with his strange, glowing eyes and quick ability to heal that makes Stiles trust him when maybe he shouldn’t.

Okay Will Get Us Through by clotpolesonly (M 42k)

It was supposed to be a peaceful fucking protest. Stiles heard the first shot loud and clear, though, and was too boxed in to duck, even as his stomach felt like it fell out of his body entirely. For a second all he could think was “Scott is gonna be so mad, I said it would be fine, I promised,” and then he was falling.

If You’re Going Through Hell (Keep Going) by orphan_account (T 48k)

Stiles thought everything leading up to Allison’s death was hell, but he was wrong. Spending senior year dealing with the pack’s dismissal of him while secretly training to be Deaton’s replacement was hell. Feeling guilty and hating himself for what the Nogitsune did was hell. Being in love with someone who would never love him back was hell. Well, if you’re going through hell, keep going.

*It’s been a while since I’ve read this one so I don’t remember much. It’s not very Scott friendly, just to warn you.

Wood and Nails by rabbitxheart (M 50k)

”The five stages of grief,” Stiles nods and sighs. They’ve both seen it, been through it. Heard them repeated by therapist after therapist. Stiles doesn’t say anything, but they both know which one Derek’s slipped into by now.

***

When things calm down in Beacon Hills, all the things Derek hasn’t dealt with come back with a vengeance. Stiles does his best to help him.

Sanctuary by darkmagess (M 63k)

Starts where 3B stops, with Kate attacking Derek in the loft. She kidnaps him to Mexico, and Stiles, Scott, and Lydia rush to find him before Kate can inflict too much damage. She inflicts enough, and Derek retreats into his mind to escape the horrors of his situation. The Derek they find is not the one that left Beacon Hills.

The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific (E 82k)

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam (E 105k)

A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void.

It’s Stiles’ senior year, and he’s trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he’s being haunted by a hag. Great.

My fanfic rec requests are always open.

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downtomyunderoos · 6 years

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camping trip day 1

// akihiko sanada (downtomyunderoos) & kanji tatsumi (needlepunk)

1. Kanji --

“Hmm…still no sign of any bears. We might not actually find any until tomorrow, but hey. It’s only day 1, right? It’s ta be expected, don’cha think?” With the camp site all set up way high in the mountains, Kanji and Akihiko were determined to find those bears even if it took them all weekend!

2. Akihiko --

Watching where he trekked, Akihiko said from behind, “Ever searched for something and ended up finding it when you weren’t? Maybe that’ll be our luck.”

Every so often twigs crunched beneath his soles. Hopefully the bears didn’t hear. “I wasn’t expecting to find a penguin animal cracker in my laundry, after all.”

He almost chuckled…

Until an ominous theory crossed his mind.

“There better not be any bears in the tent.”

3. Kanji --

“That’d be a bit silly, don’cha think? I mean…why would the bears be in our tent?”Seriously, that just sounded dumb, even to Kanji. Hell, he knew an actual bear in real life, Teddie! If anything, surely he’d know enough about bears from him that there was no way any bear would just find it’s way into their…wait a minute. Teddie WOULD invite himself into their home for food! Their tent had all their food in it!

“Hold on! What if you’re right?!” Kanji quickly looked back down the nature trail towards their campsite, far away. “There’s food down there after all! Q-quick! Let’s get back to the camp sight!”

4. Akihiko --

What if he was right?!

He and Tatsumi already hightailed it before Akihiko could further rationalize. The slope exerted them into going at a breakneck pace. Their desperation could very well force them to tumble down the nature trail like two burly boulders at a speed which can pulverize any naive animal in their path. They were natural disasters in their own right.

The two reached the campsite… Lo and behold:

A bear in the tent.

“Come out here, you coward!”

Immediately accepting this out of expectation, Akihiko approached with blood-thirsty fists!

5. Kanji --

There it was! The bear they had been searching. Man on man, Kanji had been waiting for this his entire life! He could imagine it, now! Get up and close to a bear and smothering it with love! It was going to a be a dream come true for him and- wow hold on a minute! “Akihiko-kun, NO!”

The blonde lunged forward and tackled the older emperor to the ground before he could dive into the tent after it. What was he thinking?! “Y-you’re gonna scare it away! Hold on!” Sure their food was being eaten, but it wasn’t like they had more or that they couldn’t just leave the camp grounds to get more from a conbini or something. Besides, from the sound of it, it wasn’t a full grown bear.

Quietly he stepped inside the tent on his knees and…they were adorable. Kanji let out a slight squeal, trying to not scare the little guys. “Aki! There’s two of ‘em! We got two little bear cubs in our tent!” The were shockingly docile, allowing Kanji to pick up each little cub in hand and show them off to the one waiting outside. “THEY’RE SO CUTE!”

6. Akihiko --

“Oof—!”

Man hit ground, but at least without injuries. Excuse you? Considering past exchanges with aggressive bears that left his torso gashed up, don’t blame him for being confrontational!

Bewildered, Akihiko looked up from the dirt, seeing Tatsumi’s back as the other inspected the tent. He didn’t seem to be in danger. Actually, was hecooing over two?

He grunted getting back on his feet and followed suit. He wanted to peek over his shoulder, but Tatsumi boldly returned as if he just visited Build-A-Bear.

Cubs fumbled in his grasp. Huh. So he didn’t have to fight them.

Color Akihiko genuinely amazed. “Wow… No kidding.” Keeping a respectable distance, he merely took in the sight in front of him.

Although he anticipated fighting at least one… he’d consider bear hunting a success.

7. Kanji --

There was no stopping Kanji, now! If Akihiko wasn’t going to accept the little cup to hold then he’d be more than happy to have them both. Kanji just fell back onto the ground outside their tent with the cubs both in his arms, hold them close. For wild animals, they could actually be quiet docile and friendly. Maybe they had full tummies and now just wanted to sleep it off. Either way, all the more easy for him to enjoy cuddling bear cubs! “Aki! Their fur is so soft, man! Ya gotta pet one of ‘em! Oh boy!” It was as if this was touchable happiness to him. “Man, that’s it! I’m takin’ ‘em home with us! I’m gonna be their new mommy!”

Come to think of it…where was the mother bear?

8. Akihiko --

Tatsumi, freakishly in his own world, frankly? Alarmed Akihiko. He took a proactive stance, as if any moment he’d pounce into this bubbly-ass scene to snatch the cubs and chuck them far!

“A-are you serious?! You—you can’t take them home!” What was he thinking?

Yet before a discussion (or hell, argument) could take place, the bushes nearby noticeably rustled, followed by an indignant roar. Already on the alert because of Kanji “Papa Bear” Tatsumi, Akihiko’s eyes widened even more at Actual Mama Bear.

And she wasted no time gunning the guy who made his possessive declaration.

“Shit!” Akihiko sprung forward, too! “Kanji!”

( He wouldn’t dare let her mark him up, or— or worse. Despite Tatsumi’s selfishness… )

“Uorgh—!!!!”

Before the paw swiped, Akihiko landed an uppercut!

9. Kanji --

Kanji’s body tensed up, almost freezing when he heard the furious battle cry from the great beast of the woods. This hadn’t been expected at all! He had truly just expected to just find cute bear cubs and give them the love they deserved before declaring himself their new mommy! Why was it so wrong for a him to want to hug some fuzzy bears! Next he should just go to a leather bar.

In a panic, Kanji bolted with both cubs on him, one hanging onto his shoulders and the other on his leg as he started climbing up the nearest tree to escape…which really wasn’t going well. How the hell was he suppose to climb with two wild animals clinging to his body? It wasn’t his fault they loved him so much.

“A-AKI! DON’T HURT HER! IT’S NOT HER FAULT! HER CUBS JUST WANNA STAY WITH ME!” Actually they were falling asleep on him. Too much people food, probably.

10. Akihiko --

Akihiko continued warding the bear off while needing to make leaps away from rampage. He didn’t want to kill or injure her, leaving the cubs without a mother..! Hearing Tatsumi speak made Akihiko throw a desperate look over his shoulder; what was he in comparison?! Chopped liver??

“Dammit, just give them back!!”

11. Kanji --

He could only watch in horror as Akihiko continued to struggle against the angered bear. This was indeed a difficult choice. Probably the most difficult of any in his entire life! It was either surrender the bear cubs that were so cutely clinging onto him, half asleep. Or…it was watch their precious mother be beaten to a bloody pulp…or time to abandon Akihiko and save his own skin. His knees shook as he clung to the soft, cuddling cubs in his arms.

“I…I’M NOT DOIN’! LET’S JUST RUN AND HOPE WE CAN GET OUTTA HERE WITH ‘EM!” Kanji was already turning his tail and ready to bolt.

12. Akihiko --

“W-what?!”

His heart rate accelerated even more hearing such an uncooperative proposal, making Akihiko stumble backwards in a panic and bashing his spine into the tree Tatsumi clung to. It shuddered in retaliation while the bear charged towards him. Shit. Akihiko rose his forearms this time, but next thing he knew: something heavy plummeted on top of her!

13. Kanji --

Oh crap! This was only getting worse the longer it dragged out. There was no opening for escape…for one of them. It was time to choose, or else it would be very likely that Kanji wouldbare witness to seeing one of his closest buddies be ripped to shreds. His teeth ground together, frustrated as his brain raced for anyway out of this with bothAki and the bears, but….

Nothing could halt the piercing whail that left his throat as he hurled himself down from the branches of the high tree, crashing to the bear’s backside and tumbling to the side, cubs safe in his arms. “DON’T HURT HIM! Y-YOU CAN HAVE ‘EM BACK! JUST DON’T HURT AKI!” There was no hesitation, as with eyes shut tight, Kanji charged forward to the mother bear, arms stretched out and both cups being presented.

14. Akihiko --

Once Akihiko realized he had yet to endure agonizing pain, his eyes shot open and acknowledged how dynamic this scene unfolded into being. A brand new, total luck-based situation nobody could predict. Akihiko didn’t become any less frantic.

However, the bear managed pausing?! Such a straight-forward approach— was Tatsumi even thinking?!

Sprawled on the ground, Akihiko attempted, forced his body forward by merely extending his arm towards Tatsumi, as if it was what piloted the rest of him.

But Mother Bear just… took in the sight of her babies and approached his younger friend on all fours, grumbling agitations.

She stood and… took them? Then snarled as if she almost ripped off his head, but it was meant to intimidate. Cuss him out maybe.

She turned and disappeared into the woods.

With chest heaving from where he lain, Akihiko took in what just occurred and wheezed, “Kanji, what the FUCK?!”

15. Kanji --

He was certainly going to be feeling that one in the morning, for sure. Kanji’s head was already pounding from the blow the bear had delivered to his skull. Yet still, he pulled himself up to meet Akihiko in the dirt. Guilt was setting in…or was it a concussion? Maybe both.

“Damn…I-I’m sorry, Akihiko…I really screw up, didn’t I….?”

16. Akihiko --

“At least you noticed…”

Sarcasm. Akihiko slowly pulled his torso over so the adrenaline rush could pass easier as he sat.

“Just.. don’t do that again.”

Damn, if anything, he learned to never underestimate Tatsumi and his penchant for cute shit. Duly noted. Well, pushing that aside… (He couldn’t bring himself to berate the other like how Shinji used to with him; what had passed, passed.)

Another matter meant more to him. “How’re you holding up? Are you hurt?” What was important was that he was safe.

17. Kanji --

He rubbed the pounding spot in his head. No blood, but not doubt it would swell up. “I…I should be okay but…I could use some ice if we have any in the cooler. We might wanna check to see how much the cubs ate, too or else we might not have enough food for the whole weekend.”

18. Akihiko --

“Yeah…” And thus Akihiko grunted to his feet. “I’ll check for ice.” There should be leftovers in the cooler that could be wrapped for Tatsumi. Jeez, after all this, he remained having to take care of him, huh. Akihiko’s arm twisted behind him to attempt rubbing his sore upper back while he moved.

Man, was the inside of the tent a mess. However, it seemed those cubs were incapable of lifting the cooler’s lid since everything inside appeared intact. Akihiko collected the amount he needed and prepared a makeshift ice pack for both of them.

“How’s the stash? Any luck?” Doubt sustained his inflection.

19. Kanji --

He felt bad. Kanji had caused quite a mess of things over his selfish desire of petting bear cubs. It was easy to say he had no control, or he couldn’t help it but that also felt like such a major cop out and not taking responsibility. He and Akihiko could have been killed all because of him.

The blonde momentarily was a zombie as he got up and crawled into the tent to inspect any damage or remaining food. Luckily…not as bad as he had thought. “We might have to have a light lunch and skip breakfast on the final day, but we should be alright for the weekend. The bears didn’t eat too much, like Teddie would have.”

He was trying to keep the mood light as he sat back down on a log by the empty campfire pit for Akihiko to dab at his head injury.

20. Akihiko --

This information caused his eyes to downcast. “I see… Maybe we really should’ve taken that bear down after all…”

Akihiko hadn’t tasted bear meat before.

21. Kanji --

Kanji forced out a small laugh at Akihiko’s banter. “Yeah, then we both would have gotten what we wanted. I could have kept the cubs and you still would haven gotten food!” He was silent for a moment until the other was finished addressing his injury, and some warps were tied around his forehead. “I’ll try and make it up to ya at some point durin’ the weekend, or buy ya food when we get back into town. I promise, Aki! I’m really sorry I got us into this sorta mess.”

>> day 2

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