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let-it-raines · 4 years

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Prompt: this was supposed to be a low key first date, but now I’ve gone and injured myself (hiking?) so will you please take me to the hospital?

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When Emma agreed to go on a date with David’s friend from the office, she figured it would be to a mediocre restaurant where the lighting was a little too dim and the price a little too expensive for the food that was a little too small. That’s how the past few of her dates have gone, besides the one guy who took her to McDonalds. She didn’t know what to think of that. At first, she thought it was a little weird, but she didn’t really mind since sometimes she does want to clog her arteries with their fries. Then, though, she found out that he was testing to see if she was “uptight” and she ended that. Anyone who tests a woman on a date, no matter their reasons, is an asshole.

She is tired of dealing with assholes.

A part of her thinks Killian Jones may be one.

She’s met him a few times, but it’s never been anything significant. It’s been a “hello” at a barbecue, a “how are you” as they pass at a bar, a nod from across the street when they happen to be in downtown Boston at the same time. That’s not exactly a small place, but they frequent the same bars because she goes where David goes and David goes where the rest of the financial advisors in his office go. So, they do end up around each other, and she’s observed him from afar. He nearly always has a smile on his face as he charms a woman, usually a tall brunette that looks a hell of a lot like Ruby, and she’s gathered that he’s funny enough to make them all laugh. That, or they all fake it because he’s attractive and makes good money and they want to get into his pants. If she saw him at a bar and had never heard of him before, she’d probably want the same.

But she’s not at a bar or at that classic mediocre restaurant. She’s waiting in her car in the parking lot of World’s End, a park outside the city where you can do anything from horseback riding to skiing to kayaking to hiking. She’s in a pair of black running shorts, a tank top that’s knotted at the small of her back, and her worn-out running shoes that she doesn’t actually use to run. She’s already rubbed herself down with sunscreen, has her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and she’s got her largest water bottle filled with ice water. She’s totally going to have to pee halfway through this hike, and that’s going to make a great impression.

Emma doesn’t really care about impressing Killian Jones, though. She only agreed to this date because David (mostly Mary Margaret who has bugged her about it at every training session and every dinner they’ve shared) has been trying to set them up for months now. It was getting to the point where Emma was pretty sure she was going to walk into her gym or her apartment and the man was going to be sitting there. To keep that creepy as hell thing from happening, she’s here now, getting ready to sweat her ass off on her day off from training and helping other people train. She always works Saturdays, and she can’t believe she’s using a free day for this.

An SUV pulls up next to her, so she flips her mirror down to make sure her makeup or hair isn’t out of place. It’s not, and when she flips her mirror up, she sees Killian Jones just outside her car window, smirk already stretched across his lips.

“Hello there, Swan,” he greets as she steps outside. “You look lovely.”

She glances him up and down, taking in the fitted gym shorts, gray t-shirt and similarly worn sneakers. He’s got a Sox cap on, but if she had to guess, he probably spent a long time fixing up his hair before this. “Same to you.”

Silence falls between them, and Emma shuffles her feet. She’s not exactly great at small talk, always feeling like it’s stupid to have to talk about the weather when there’s nothing else to talk about, but Killian quickly nods his head toward the trail entrance. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” Emma bites her tongue at her stupid-ass answer, and iron fills her mouth.

She’s starting to wish she was at a mediocre restaurant instead. At least then she’d get food.

“So, David told me you’re a personal trainer, so I know you already spend a lot of time exercising. I figured you wouldn’t mind this, though. It’ll only be around five miles. I didn’t plan on it being so bloody hot, though.”

“Well, if all else fails, we can jump into the water to cool off.”

“You make a good point, love.”

Killian guides the small talk – thank God – as they work their way up the trail. He tells her that he got into being a financial advisor because he screwed up in university by getting a degree in finance despite hating it. He’s good with numbers, though, even better with people, and most of his job is about convincing people to trust him. It was the only job he was qualified to have after graduation that wouldn’t require more overpriced schooling, and since he wanted to stay in the country, he had to take whatever was given to him. Six years later, he doesn’t love his job, but he doesn’t hate it.

“So, you came to America to go to a big, fancy, stuck-up Ivy League school, picked a major that you hate, and now you con people into letting you handle their money?”

“It’s not a con.”

Emma pinches her brows together. “Sure.”

“Well, half of your job is convincing people they need help reaching their fitness goals when they could do it on their own.”

“I’m going to go ahead and guess you have never had a personal trainer if that’s all you think we do.”

His forehead wrinkles when his brows lift, and he holds his hands out. “Do I look like I need one?”

Cocky asshole.

Emma hums, pretends to study him, before gently reaching over and patting his stomach. It’s firm, but she doesn’t have to admit that. “I would say there’s definitely some room for improvement there.”

His head tilts back with laughter, his blue eyes closing, and he shakes his head and starts jogging ahead of her. “Hope you can keep up, Swan,” he jokes, his speed getting faster and faster, and Emma quickly runs after him. She’s not a runner. She hates it more than she hates black coffee – which is a hell of a lot – so she only does it if Ruby forces her to do it or if she has to do it with a client. She’s more of a Pilates, cycling, boxing, anything-other-than-running kind of girl. Killian is obviously a runner from the way he moves with ease, his stride nearly perfect, and she knows he’s going slow on purpose to allow her time to catch up.

“You’re an asshole,” she yells out, laughing despite herself, as she gets a little closer to him. The bastard starts full-out sprinting, and she’s left catching her breath as she runs after him. Yep, running is definitely still a bitch, and the other people on the trail are staring at the two of them as Emma chases after Killian. She nearly calls him a “fucking bastard” out loud before she remembers there are children around. That would have been extra shitty on her part, especially since she already called him an asshole.

“Catch me if you can,” he teases, glancing back to look at her, bright smile on his face, and yep, he is a full-out runner. He can speak without gasping for breath, and she’s struggling.

She still hasn’t caught up.

Emma sucks in a deep breath, clutches her water bottle in her hand, and sprints as fast as she can, adrenaline pumping through her veins and her heart pounding. She’s almost there, Killian just out of her range, and it happens before she can stop it.

A rock catches underneath her shoe, twisting her ankle into an unnatural position, and she starts falling to the side before she can stop herself. Emma tries to catch herself, sticking her arm out to keep her face from hitting the ground, and while she does manage that, she knows her arm is going to be a killer tomorrow.

Not as much as her ankle.

“Shit,” she hisses out, rocking backward and reaching for her ankle, but it stings and aches and any possible bad word out there, it does. “Shit, shit, shiiiiit.”

Tears fill her eyes, but she refuses to let them fall. It has to be a sprain and only a sprain, but she’s not stupid or stubborn enough to try to get up on her own. Emma gently lays her foot down, not moving her ankle if she can help it, and shakes out her right arm as she looks up to see Killian slowly coming to a stop in front of her, squatting down until they’re almost eye level.

“Are you okay?” he gasps, scanning her face as if that’s what she hurt.

“Oh, I’m just dandy,” Emma mocks. She’d really like to punch him in the face, right across those pretty teeth. This is his fault. He shouldn’t have started running. He’s not even sweeting. She hates him. “This is the best I’ve ever been.”

“I’m so sorry, love.”

“Not your fault,” she says, even though two seconds ago she was blaming him. She still kind of is, but her ankle is throbbing so much that she can’t think straight. “I’m just…I’m not a runner, and I wasn’t looking where I was going. That rock jumped out at me.”

“Accidents happen to all of us.” He scratches behind his ear and then points to a slash on his cheek. “Fell flat on my face during a run. Ten stitches.”

“What that sounds like to me is that neither of us should be running.”

Killian chuckles, lines appearing around his eyes. “Possibly. Do you think you can stand?”

“I’m thinking I can get up but – ” She attempts to flex her ankle, but she might as well be setting herself on fire “ – I don’t know if I can put weight on it.”

Killian nods, reaching down to gently run his fingers over her already swelling ankle. She hisses, and he backs away before standing and leaning down to help her up. Begrudgingly, she takes his hand, and she does manage to get up. When she attempts putting weight down on it, she knows that’s not going to work. She’s going to have to go to the freaking hospital to make sure the damn thing isn’t broken.

“So, good news,” he says, wrapping his arm around her waist while she holds onto his shoulder, “you can stand…a bit. Bad news, we’re a solid two miles away from the cars because we ran a little further than I realized.”

“Can you leave me here and then drive your car through these tiny trails?”

“I’m thinking I’ll get fined for destroying the park.”

“It may be worth it.”

Killian chuckles and starts slowly moving. Emma basically has to hop with him, but she does it, the two of them gingerly moving forward. “I can see if we can get someone who works at the park to bring us a golf cart. Would you like that?”

“No,” she lies, and maybe she’s a little more stubborn than she thought.

“You sure? I know you’re fit, but I don’t think anyone should hop on one leg for two miles when we can get help. I’m guessing you won’t let me carry you on my back.”

Emma curses under her breath and encourages him to keep moving forward. She distracts herself by asking Killian if he’s been to a Sox game yet this season. He’s gone to several with some of his friends, David included, and that starts an entire conversation about David and his weird habits. Talking about a man who is like a brother definitely takes any possible romance out of the date, but then again, so does a trip to the hospital.

It’s a good thing she didn’t have any expectations for this.

Emma makes it a mile before it hurts too much to keep going, and they stop at a bench as Killian googles a number to call to ask if they can get a golf cart up here. They can, but it’ll be at least thirty minutes, so they stay sitting down, Emma’s leg elevated in Killian’s lap as they sit in silence while people walk by enjoying their hikes.

She used to be one of them.

“So, this will probably be the last time you take a woman hiking on a first date?” she jokes, adjusting her ponytail so she has something to do with her hands.

“What? Do you not want to do this again?”

Emma’s hands still. “You want to do this again? With me?”

“Possibly.” He shrugs, but quickly stills so as not to twist her leg. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, this has been an absolutely minging date.”

“Thanks?”

“No, no,” Killian laughs, holding his hand up. “You’ve been wonderful, love. I’ve honestly enjoyed myself, but when you get a woman injured because you’re a bloody competitive arsehole, it doesn’t usually go down well. Dave is never going to let me live it down.”

“Oh, is that why it’s bad? Because David is going to take the piss out of you for it?”

“Definitely. It has nothing to do with you.”

Emma scoffs and leans back, the sun shining down on her face. It was boiling at the beginning of the date, but now she’s sweated so much the heat almost feels comfortable. She’s got to look great right now. She doesn’t even want to check to see if her mascara has run. “Good to know. Besides, you probably only agreed to go out with me to shut David up, right? You spend eight hours, five days a week with him. That’s a lot of time for him to talk.”

Brows pinch together as his eyes narrow. “What makes you think David had to convince me to do this?”

“I don’t know. Don’t you already have a roster of women lining up to date you? From what I’ve heard, there’s a line to your apartment door.”

Killian scoffs and tilts his head back, the sunshine hitting across his stubble and lightening it before it returns to a deep brown. His jaw clenches with a visible pulse, and Emma knows she’s fucked up.

She knows, she knows, she knows.

And she doesn’t know how to fix it. She knows she went into this with a shitty attitude about the date and about Killian, and even though she can be a prickly ass sometimes, she never wants to make someone else feel bad.

She was stupid to assume Killian had the same feelings about this date as she did.

Emma is not used to people actually wanting to be with her.

“I’m no stranger to women as I’m sure you aren’t to men, love, but that doesn’t mean I only asked you here to check off a mark on a list. I was the one who brought it up with David to see if you were interested, not the other way around.”

“Killian, I – ”

“It’s fine.” He waves her away, and she knows it’s not.

The seconds tick by but it feels like hours, and by the time the golf cart arrives to take them to their cars, Emma is convinced she can walk again out of the sheer determination to get away from this awkwardness. Killian talks to the man driving the cart, Graham she thinks, as he drives them off the trail. It’s the only conversation they have until they’re in the parking lot where Emma realizes she’s going to have to ride in his car with him to the hospital. She knew that, logically, but looking at her Bug and then Killian’s SUV, all she can think about is how much she wants to be alone right now.

This is the worst date she’s ever been on, and Neal used to count stealing food from convenience stores as dates.

(Okay, so maybe every date with Neal counts as the worst date she’s ever been on since he royally fucked up her life with them.)

Killian helps her into the backseat of his car so she can keep elevating her leg, and then he closes the door and gets in the front. He turns his radio on, some eighties classics playing through the speaker, and Emma pulls her phone out of her sports bra to text Ruby.

Emma Swan: Fell on my hike, on the way to the hospital to have my ankle checked out. I also insulted Killian, and I’m pretty sure he wanted to leave me on the hiking trail.

Ruby Lucas: What the hell?

Emma Swan: I’ll tell you about it when I get home.

Ruby Lucas: Do I need to meet you at the hospital? I’m going out with Mulan tonight, but since she has to be at work early, I’ll be home around midnight.

Emma Swan: I think the only thing that could make this worse is if he knows I’ve texted my roommate to come and save me.

Ruby Lucas: Well, if things getter better, just know it is possible to have sex with a messed-up ankle.

Emma snickers, and she catches Killian glancing in the review mirror. She bites her tongue and looks down, wondering when the hell this day is going to be over.

-/-

The wait in the emergency room is over an hour…if no one else comes in. That was the caveat the nurse told her, and she gets it. She’s not an emergency. She’s not having a heart attack. She’s just got a sprained (hopefully) ankle.

Looking back, they should have gone to an urgent care.

And she does mean “they” because Killian is still sitting next to her.

“So, what, are you a gentleman or something? Waiting for me like this.”

“I’m always a gentleman, love.”

Emma doesn’t believe that for a second, but she’s not going to argue with him. She’s already done a great job mucking things up, and she imagines David is going to have a field day with her.

She imagines Killian thinks she’s the worst.

“I’m sorry for being so awful,” Emma blurts out, and Killian’s shoulder brushes against hers as he turns to face her. “I didn’t mean to imply that you were some kind of man whore or whatever insulting term I implied. I just…I mean…I am obviously a great date, a great person, a great everything. I’m charming the pants off you.”

Killian scoffs and leans back, his arms going over his head before falling to his lap. She catches a glance at angry red scars on his left hand and forearm that she never noticed before. She wonders why he didn’t share the story behind those when he was talking about the scar on his face. It can’t have been from the same accident. No running accident is that bad. “This is not the worst date I’ve ever been on.”

“How is that possible?”

“Three years ago, I’d just gotten out of a long-term relationship. I was gutted, and I basically had to be dragged out. I was set up with this girl, we went to dinner at Yvonne’s, and there, sitting one table over, was my ex and her husband, who I had just found out about. I didn’t want to tell my new date this, so I tried to pay attention to her. I obviously did a shit job of it because she got so frustrated with me, she poured her soup on my lap and left.”

“Was the soup still hot?”

“No,” he laughs, winking at her. “It was cold, so I’m all still functional down there if that’s what you were worried about.”

“Shut up.” Emma sinks down a little lower in her seat, trying not to laugh or blush, but she knows she fails at both. “So, even after I’ve injured myself and insulted you, I still don’t get the number one spot?”

“I’m afraid you don’t, but you can feel free to give it another go.”

Emma pushes herself back up and twists to look at him, narrowing her eyes to try to figure him out. “Like, right now or on another date? Is that still up for grabs? Because no offense, but if you’re still willing to go on another date with me, I think you might have also fallen and hit your head.”

Killian shrugs. “Or I’m just as much as a wanker as you are and am willing to give you another chance.”

He cannot be serious. That seems ridiculous and ill-advised, but she sees no lie in his eyes. Has she found the craziest man in all of Boston?

There are a lot of them, and she didn’t expect it to be him. A wolf in sheep’s clothing or something else like that.

She also didn’t expect herself to want to give this another shot. Maybe it’s for her ego, but Emma’s going to try not to think about that now.

“I’m pretty sure you’re messing with me because I don’t know how we’re ever going to get past this, but if we were to go on another date, I get to pick the venue.”

“Please tell me it’s not going to be Yvonne’s.”

“Damn, you’ve ruined my plan.” He huffs and Emma nudges him with her elbow. “I don’t know when I’ll be able to walk properly again, but what do you say? You want to go to a Sox game? If we end up hating each other, we can be distracted by the game. Or we can flat out move to empty seats to avoid each other.”

“I like this plan.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I think we should get seats at the top and have you walk there.”

Emma groans and elbows him again, a little harder than necessary. “Okay, so I’m buying the tickets then.”

“That was my plan all along.”

“Emma Swan,” the nurse at reception calls out, “we can take you back now.”

-/-

It’s just a sprain. A bad one but a sprain.

She’s supposed to ice it, elevate it, and rest for a few weeks. She curses at that because it means she’s going to have to be sitting during her job, which she hates, and she’s also going to have to do rehab on it. Plus, she was about to hit a record with her cycling classes, and that’s going to be delayed.

But it’s not broken, and she’s been given crutches to help her out for the first few days. She walks out on them – no one ever tells you how much they hurt your armpits – to see Killian standing, waiting for her, soft smile on his lips.

“How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” she lies.

“David and Mary Margaret have gone and gotten your car,” Killian explains, not missing a beat, and steps to walk next to her, “and have returned it to your apartment. Mary Margaret wanted to rush here, but they’re going to that show tonight.”

“I’m sure David had to restrain her.”

“Oh, he did. I couldn’t see it, but I could imagine it from the way they talked.”

“I don’t even need to hear their argument to imagine it. Thanks for getting that taken care of.”

“No problem.”

Slowly but surely, they get to Killian’s car. She insisted he didn’t need to pull it around – he probably did – but by the time they get there, she’s having a hard time not sweating. The heat is still miserable. The air-conditioning in his car is amazing, though, and Emma nods off as he drives her to her apartment.

“I was worried the entire way here you wouldn’t have an elevator in the building.”

“I’ve got one. Don’t worry. Ruby and I moved about six months ago because we were tired of living in an old building that had a slight egg smell that never went away, so if this had happened six months ago, I’d be out of luck.”

“Small blessings, I guess.” He presses the button to turn off his engine. “Do you need help getting inside or…”

Emma rolls her eyes. “I don’t, but do you want to come in and get delivery? I feel like it’s the least I can do for you.”

“As long as it’s not soup, I’d love that.”

-/-

Emma manages not to insult Killian for the rest of the night. There are times when she thinks she takes it too far, her natural sarcasm coming out, but Killian gives as good as he gets. He never misses a beat, is constantly challenging her, and he puts away half a large pizza with as much ease as she does.

She can never tell her clients this is how she eats.

Really, sitting on her couch, her ankle wrapped in ice and set, she has a better time than she has on any of the dates she’s gone on in the past year. Killian’s never seen The Umbrella Academy, so she puts it on and they watch it, a bowl of popcorn with all the fixings between them.

She really can’t tell her clients this is how she eats.

At some point, the sun now set and the outside world darkened, her eyes get heavy and she drifts off, hushed conversation and laughter in the background. She recognizes those voices, and opens her eyes to see Ruby and Killian talking, but then she’s nodding off to sleep again, the world’s edges blurring. She still feels soft lips and harsh stubble brush against her forehead before everything bleeds into darkness.

-/-

“I cannot believe you screwed that one up.”

“What?” Emma asks, blinking her eyes open. Her neck is killing her, but that’s only momentary distraction from the way her ankle is throbbing.

“I can’t believe you screwed your date up,” Ruby says, and now Emma recognizes that it’s Ruby talking to her. “I mean, he was hot, Emma. So, so hot. Like, I would sleep with him even if he was the biggest asshole in the world.”

“Can you get me some more ice?” Emma groans, groggy.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Ruby gets up and walks into the kitchen, and Emma tries sitting up and opening up her eyes a little more. She doesn’t know what time it is, so she fumbles around for her phone, the bright screen opening up to tell her it’s seven in the morning. She’s also got a slew of texts from David and Mary Margaret, her boss at the gym, Elsa, and one Killian Jones.

The first text is a link. It’s two tickets to a Red Sox game two weeks from now, and the seats aren’t in the upper deck.

Killian Jones: Can I count on seeing you there? You know, to redeem yourself.

Emma Swan: I thought I said I’d buy the tickets.

The bubbles pop up immediately despite Killian having sent his message at two in the morning.

Killian Jones: Didn’t want to chance that you’d run away.

Emma Swan: Is that supposed to be funny?

Killian Jones: Absolutely.

Emma laughs and the corners of her lips tug up. Okay, so maybe that wasn’t anywhere near the worst date she’d ever been on even if it did leave her sore in all the wrong places.

Emma Swan: I’ll be there.

“What are you smiling about?” Ruby asks as she comes in with a newly filled ice pack.

“I didn’t screw the date up as badly as I thought, I guess.” Emma shrugs and lifts her ankle as Ruby wraps it up. “I think it goes down as one of the most interesting first dates in existence, though.”

“And you didn’t even sleep with him, so that’s saying something.”

Emma tosses a pillow at Ruby and sinks into the couch, her heartbeat going a little faster than normal.

Killian Jones: If you get hit by a fly ball, I think that may be it for us. I can’t have you be injured on two dates in a row.

-/-

She doesn’t get hit by a fly ball.

She doesn’t get injured at all.

And in all of the other dates they go on, no one sprains an ankle or gets it by a fly ball or breaks an arm. They’ve got a pretty good track record of good dates, but as Killian likes to say, you never forget your first.

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samcrobae · 4 years

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Nanny, Part 5

gif credit: @ada-carisi

I’m adding my second and final update for today. I most likely won’t be able to update tonight but I will be working on part 6 to have up by tomorrow night. I’m writing and posting as I have the ideas fresh in my mind otherwise I fear I will lose my drive again.

Thank you SOOOOOOO much for all of the feedback, thoughts, comments, suggestions I have gotten on this, honestly, y’all got a bitch hype as shiiiiit! I love you ! 💕

Anyway, a lil more filth to fill your Angel needs, it deff took my mind places 😈 . As always, if you’d like to be added to the tag list, let ya girl know!

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You had packed plenty of snacks, water, and Natalie’s juice for the beach. You had spent most of the day there and she was getting exhausted. She was sat on Angels lap on the beach towel drinking her water when she started fidgeting.

“What’s the matter amor, you’re getting tired huh?” He shifted her in his arms so that she was resting her head back on his chest when she just started whining. You were laid out on the towel and all she wanted was you.

She had her tiny arms outstretched towards you and continued to whine. “It’s okay princesa dsddys here.”she continued to squirm in his arms and reach for you.

“Mama! Mamaaaaaa!” She screeched. Everyone stopped and looked at Angel, then back at you, then at Natalie. You shot up and looked at Angel, a look of defeat flashed across his face and then he flashed you an apologetic look. You reached your arms out and took her.

“It’s okay, here let’s go lay down.” You glanced around Angel. “Hey do you mind just throwing all this back in the bag? I’m gonna just put her down, she’s exhausted from being out in the sun all day.”

Everyone watched as you carried her back inside. Angel was a mix of emotions. On one hand , he knew you weren’t Natalie’s mom, but that girl knew no different. You cared for her, for her dad, those around you. You were gentle and patient and kind. You loved her. She loved you. Angel also knew that you didn’t ask for the baggage of acting as someone’s mom, but at the same time if there was any possibility of you being part of Angels life in more ways than just his nanny, this is what it was.

Coco sat next to Angel. “You good hermano? That was pretty intense.”

“I don’t know man.” Angel began packing up Natalie’s stuff and headed back to the house. He walked in just as you were putting Natalie on the bed, she was out cold.

“Poor thing, she’s so tired,” you said as you placed a light sheet over her.

Angel walked up to you and pulled you in for a tight hug, burying his face in your hair, before kissing your head. You ran your hands down his back.

“I can’t pretend that just didn’t happen Y/N. I’m sorry. You know she’s little she doesn’t really know the difference. She just loves you. I mean we all do.”

“No, Angel it’s okay. Really, I know. You know, I love her too. I spend so much time with her I don’t really see her as just a kid I watch. And you know, I like you. I like you a lot. And I know that whatever we decide, if we decide to take things further, that she’s a part of your life. I’m fully aware of that.”

Angel let out the breath he had been holding. “Yeah? I mean, you sure? That’s a big deal querida.”

You looked up at him, “well yeah, I mean we would figure it out, but I’m up for it.”

He leaned down and kissed you, “come on, let’s go wash this sand off. If you behave, I might even let you have sex with me in the shower.”

Shower sex with Angel was nothing short of amazing. Careful to keep quiet since you were both in a house full of people, he had you bent over, hands against the wall as he slammed into you, occasionally reaching around to squeeze your nipples as you bit your lip in ecstasy.

After your shower, you dressed and headed downstairs. All eyes were on the both of you as your hairs were visibly wet. “Have a nice shower?” Letty asked, a smirk on her face.

Angel squinted his eyes, “aren’t you like, 12? Don’t worry about grown people business.”

“Alright hey I ordered pizzas so whose gonna get the alcohol? This has been nice but I need a drink.” Coco shouted.

Angel and EZ volunteered to go on a liquor run, Angel texting you when he left.

-“You want anything special? Wine? Truly? Anything?”

-“nope, whatever you get is fine with me.”

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You were 3 drinks and 4 tequila shots into the night and felt good. You hadn’t been drunk around Angel before but he was loving watching you let your hair down and have fun. You had put Natalie bed earlier in the night and now you were dancing to the music Coco hooked up the speaker.

You could get used to this, the people, the vibe, the family. Angel wasn’t drunk, but he was a little buzzed, mostly just taking you in.

“So what’s the deal there kid? You guys together?” Bishop asked and took a drink of his beer.

Angel chuckled, “I don’t know boss, we haven’t figured it out yet. I like her though. I really do. “

Bishop nodded in agreement and pat Angel on the shoulder, “I know, we all know. She’s a good fit for you. Good fit with the club. You gotta make a choice to keep her in the dark or tell her everything though you know that. That might scare her.”

Angel nodded his head, “yeah man. I know.”

Just then you made your way over to the two Mayans. “Bishop, sorry to interrupt but quit hogging him!” You took Angels hand, “come dance with me Angel, it’s our last night here... make it a good one.”

He moved off the wall and to the middle of the living room where you danced and laughed the rest of the night through. When the night had died down it was around 3AM, and everyone had went to bed. Angel lie awake in his bed, tossing and turning, trying to quiet his mind but no matter what he did, his thoughts raced back to you. It was almost as if you could hear what he was thinking because he was snapped out of his thoughts by a quiet tap on the door then the knob twisted.

“Y/N? You okay?” He asked, he could hardly make you out but knew it was you from the way you’re footing sounded on the hardwood floor. You climbed into bed with him and he pulled you in close, facing each other. The smell of liquor on your breaths as you talked to one another.

“I like you Angel. I had the biggest crush on you from the day I met you you know that?” You lightly laughed and he kissed your forehead.

“Yeah? That’s funny. Me too.”

You leaned into him and kissed him, his hands roaming your body under the covers and you grinding your body against him, needing to feel him closer. Between the mix of alcohol and pure adrenaline you had felt whenever you were in his presence, you felt incredible. You pushed him back so that you could straddle him, lifting your shirt over your head and his Hands immediately came up to squeeze your breasts. You were grinding yourself into him and you could feel how hard he was under his boxers. You lowered yourself so you could remove them and you lips were so close to his dick that he could feel your breath on it.

You slowly toook him into your mouth, never taking your eyes off him and from this angle, the street lights shown on you perfectly and he swore you looked like a goddess. He took your hair in his hands and lowered you further into him til he hit the back of your throat and held it there for a few seconds before letting you come back up for air. You moved your head up and down and you wanted him to know how badly you had wanted this very moment. It was sloppy and sexy and filthy. He finally pulled your head up by your hair.

“Come here mama, sit on my face, lemme taste you.” You wiped your mouth and he lowered himself further down the bed, allowing you enough room to get on and steady yourself. As soon as he delivered that first lick down your center, you felt your legs shake.

“I wanna hear you querida, let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

He dove back into you like you were the last thing he’d ever taste, and the way he flicked his tongue over your clit had you gripping the headboard for dear life. You moved your hips in unison with his tongue.

“Right there, yeah, right there baby... please keep going...” he sucked on your clit a final time before turning you over onto your stomach, and pulling you flush against him, he slid right inside you with ease, your orgasm nearing.

He pulled you up by the back of your hair and thrust into you, “you fuckin like that? You like the way I’m fuckin you? Tell me mami tell me daddy fucks you good.”

You were barely able to speak, trying to be as quiet as possible so others didn’t hear but obeying Angels orders.

“I said I wanted to hear you, tell me.”

He thrusted into you faster this time, making the headboard smack into the wall at an insane pace.

“I’m fuckin done sneaking around. You’re mine. If I wanna fuck you ima fuck you, tell me how good I fuck you, let them know whose in this.”

“Fuck Angel, you fuck me so good!”

Coco, EZ, Bishop and some of the other Mayan men all came out of their rooms and into the hallway, staring in the direction of Angels room.

“What the fuck...” Bishop groggily muttered.

“I fuckin knew it. That’s a nanny kink right there!” Coco said.

Letty rolled her eyes and pretended to gag. “You’re so gross.”

*******

Angel turned you over and nestled his head in your neck, your nails digging into his back, biting onto his shoulder as he thrust into you some more.

“I’m gonna full you up again, you’re so fuckin dirty, walking around with my cum dripping out of that pussy all day, you want some more?”

“Yes baby, please fill me up again..” you were sure the headboard was going to break from how hard it had been hitting the wall, but in this moment you didn’t care, all you were focused on was how good he felt inside you, the way he stretched you out and you quickly adjusted to his size was almost as if you were made perfectly for each other. His hand came up and intertwined with yours above your head.

“Fuuuuuuck!” He growled as he thrusted into you, coating your walls with his cum. You were both trying to catch your breath and he kept his head in your neck.

“God damn, I think I fuckin love you girl.”

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Chapter 1, I suppose

...Hello! It looks like this thing is on. So. Hi.

I am posting this because I saw an Undertale comic by @lostmypotatoes on one of those dub channels, and it was such a neat and unfinished concept that I started writing an original story based on it. Then I contacted her and she was super sweet about my thievery and I was like ha ha too bad I didn’t make this a UT fic and now I wrote this too.

I don’t know any of the usual formatting or etiquette for posting fic on here because I’m old and don’t do stuff. Sorry! (I signed up here for this very purpose.) It’s...good gravy, almost 7,000 words. Anyway! Here you go, let me know if I should look into Witchfell I don’t know I just did him Underfell but there’s witches

*takes Valium*

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"Make way! The High Priestess approaches!"

The monster sat up in his prison cell, focusing on a slim figure coming down the stairs. In the room's single witchlight, he could make out a few details: a black gown with a narrow skirt that flared over the stone floor, a spiked headdress, and a long, dark veil over her features. The orange pinpricks of his eyes narrowed.

The guards stood at attention as the priestess approached the cell, her head high and her hands demurely folded. "Make haste, men!" barked the captain. "Secure the creature! Tighten those bonds!"

She stopped just short of the bars as the guards made a show of pulling levers on either side of the cell, stretching the chains tighter on the monster's limbs. "How long has he been here?" she asked.

"Three days, my lady," the captain said, "but he has refused all of his meals."

The priestess looked steadily at the captive monster. "Does he have a name?"

"He calls himself 'Sans,' my lady," the captain replied.

The High Priestess' headdress tilted to one side. "You know, Captain, wood and iron bars cannot hold a boss monster," she said quietly.

The men jumped as the monster snorted—as much as a skeleton could do so. "Funny, I told 'em the same t'ing," he said, his voice rough and painfully loud in the tiny space.

The captain gripped his sword hilt with one hand. "Silence, monster!" he snapped.

"No, let him speak," said the priestess.

Sans grinned wider, baring huge, jagged teeth. Though he remained sitting, he towered over the humans on the other side of the bars, especially the young woman. "How generous of you, witch," he said mockingly. "Tell me, how may I repay your kindness? Let you take my SOUL? Harvest my magic? Or add me to yer evil little collection?"

The guards muttered to each other in dismay. "How dare you speak to her with such disrespect?" demanded their captain. "She is the High Priestess of this realm, and you will address her as such!"

"Wow, what a loyal dog. You heard 'er, I get to talk," retorted the skeleton. He glared down at the priestess, ignoring the captain's sputtering. "Now, witch. Tell me. What are ya gonna do t'me? I ain't very fond of surprises. My heart can't take it." He placed his bony palm on his chest. "Grant me this one kindness, ya magic thief."

The High Priestess did not move. "Captain. Free him."

Sans lifted the equivalent of an eyebrow as the men gasped. "High Priestess," protested the captain.

"Release the bonds," she said.

The captain swallowed. "Is this a wise—"

"Free him, now." The woman's hands dropped to her sides as the guards reluctantly pushed the levers back up. "Sans, I'd like to make you my apprentice," she told the bemused skeleton. "In return, I will give you your freedom."

Stunned silence hung in the air. "You want me to be your apprentice?" the monster repeated. He looked at her, and he threw his head back and roared with laughter.

The captain bristled, moving in front of the woman with his sword drawn, then stepping back at her murmured command. The other men winced as the monster's laughter echoed off the walls. "Stars! That is rich!" Sans slapped his thighbone. "Ya know," he said, more conversationally, "I'd be less offended if ya dragged me out an' forced me to be yer slave."

Suddenly, his grin had no humor in it. The priestess tensed as the monster reached up to grasp his collar. "Do ya think I'm stupid? Me as your apprentice, witch? Please, don't fool yerself with your own lies!" The collar shattered, crumbling to dust. He gave another laugh, eyes glowing a hellish orange. "But I guess I should thank you for the opportunity," he said savagely. "'Cause now I'm going to—"

The air around him exploded in white-hot flame as the monster's voice rose to a bellow of "KILL YOU ALL!"

Power raced through the skeleton in scintillating waves, lighting the cell as bright as a hot day. Now Sans could do what he'd dreamed of since that first human sorcerer had caught him unawares: murder everyone in his path. There were so many possibilities! Fire was fun, but usually worked too fast. He could always tear them limb from limb, but that was messy and labor-intensive. Then there was blue magic, which turned them into stupid, flailing rag dolls, easy to pick up and impossible to put d—

A twinge of suspicion interrupted his musings. Where was the screaming, or the sound of fleeing footsteps? Sans lowered his aura until he could see the room clearly, and what he saw chilled him to his very SOUL.

His attack hadn't killed anyone. It hadn't even singed them. The cell's bars had disintegrated, but now a translucent golden haze stretched from floor to ceiling, and his magic was splashing off it like raindrops off an umbrella. The guardsmen were bravely huddled by the stairs, slack-jawed but unharmed, while the High Priestess stood right where she'd been, hand raised and lips moving.

Sans was not quite so confident now. In fact, his first impulse was to run away screaming. This was the stuff a monster's nightmares were made of: he was trapped by a barrier.

Once upon a time, he'd tormented his brother with stories about a bad little skeleton who went out alone after dark, or talked to strangers, or didn't do his big brother's chores for him, and it always ended with the bad skeleton getting caught by a human. All monsters heard those bedtime stories and learned that there was no escape from barriers; not even the King was strong enough to break one, and just touching them would kill you. If you were lucky, the human would drag you off to be their slave, never to be seen again. If you weren't, they'd squeeze the magic from your body or snap your ribs open to dig your SOUL out, then leave you to die and let your dust blow away.

Panic closed over him like a shroud. He gathered all of his magic and threw himself into a shortcut out of the castle, only to strike an invisible wall and bounce right back into the cell. Shaking his head to clear it, Sans looked around and realized that the barrier had him boxed in on all sides.

Anger saved him, as it always had. In another moment, he wasn't afraid anymore; he was furious at his captors and their whole cheating, thieving, murdering, thoroughly worthless race.

And it was the worst possible moment for the priestess to open a small hole in the barrier and say, "Sans, please calm yourself. I don't want to hurt you."

She snapped the barrier shut half a second before a wickedly pointed bone thudded into it, the tip nearly touching her nose. "So be it," the young woman said tightly, and the bone evaporated as the barrier glowed brighter.

Sans knew better than to waste his energy in an all-out assault. Instead, the boss monster contemplated the force it'd take to punch through one small area around her neck or her heart. He might still be afraid, but every fiber of his being wanted that woman dead on the floor. So...

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned an array of massive, razor-sharp bones, almost too many for the cell to hold, and began firing them at blinding speed, one right after another. The priestess didn't react, but as he struck the same few inches of barrier over and over again, he saw bits of gold flake away, revealing a tiny crack.

He smirked, focusing his magic to hit harder and faster. So much for scary stories. Her people might have been glorifying her as some kind of mighty sorceress, but she was just another stupid human, witch or not. She'd raised her other hand to reinforce the spell, but more and more cracks were forming. You're boned, he thought, chuckling to himself.

Still, as he watched and waited for the golden light to shatter, he had to feel some grudging admiration. Most of the magic-wielding humans he'd killed were big, blustery men, and none of them had lasted half as long as this scrawny female. What kind of SOUL did the witch have, anyway? He'd seen just about every color there was, and figured she was stubborn enough to be purple, or maybe a patient cyan, or even orange for bravery. After all, he was throwing out everything he had, and she wasn't backing down. The skeleton squinted at her through the barrier, searching for the telltale spark of—ah, there it was. There...it...was.

For the second time, Sans looked at her and knew instantly that he was boned. Despite the ferocity of his attacks, the cracks in the barrier were starting to fill themselves in, and the air crackled with another surge of her magic. A merry little chorus of Shiiiiit shit shit shit rang in his head as he stared at her blazing-red SOUL, and it only got louder when he remembered what that color meant.

Determination.

It didn't matter that she was just a human. His intention to kill her was nothing compared to her will to live. As the bones he conjured came slower and weaker, dissolving as they hit the barrier, Sans knew with horrible certainty that he wasn't going to win.

The stories had to be true after all. Unless the priestess got careless and he could either kill her or use a shortcut, he was going to have to do whatever she wanted for as long as she said. But maybe, if he caught her off guard...

Sans let his arm drop. The last few bones clattered to the floor, and he sank to his knees, head bowed. Behind the High Priestess, the men all breathed a sigh of relief.

To her credit, the woman didn't let the spell go. She poked her head through for a better look at him, motioned to the guards to stay where they were, and knelt in front of the massive skeleton, halfway inside the barrier. "I'm not surprised that you wanted to escape. I can almost excuse you for trying," she said. Her voice was calm enough, and as far as he could tell with her veil on, her face was still expressionless.

He would have bought it if he hadn't noticed her hands clenching in her lap. "Almost?" the skeleton asked, head still lowered, eyes fixed on her.

"Almost."

He shrugged, watching her knuckles turn white. "Guess that's why yer the High Priestess, huh?"

"It is. None of my magic is stolen," she said.

"'Course not. Our power's no good in barriers. We ain't that stubborn, or that dumb," he added bitterly.

"My offer stands," she continued, as if he hadn't spoken. "Do you have any questions or conditions you'd like to propose?"

Sans glanced at her headdress. The spikes atop it dipped in and out of the golden curtain as her head drooped. She had to have expended most of her power holding him off; after several days with no food or sleep and then wasting all that effort on the barrier, he was pretty worn out himself. Too bad monsters couldn't take a human's magic, just her...

Her SOUL. It took all his self-control not to jump to his feet in excitement. Why the hell hadn't he thought of that? An ordinary monster who absorbed an ordinary human SOUL was supposed to grow incredibly powerful. What would happen if a boss monster gained all the power of a gifted and highly determined witch?

The High Priestess shook herself and sat up straighter. "Please answer me, Sans. I don't think either of us wants to go through that again."

"No," he admitted, shifting his weight back, edging toward the wall. Sure enough, she unconsciously moved closer, a few more inches into the cell. "I do have one question," he said, moving back again.

The woman frowned, scooting almost all the way out of the barrier. "What is it?"

He slowly, delicately reached down and tapped on her headdress, gentle as a light breeze. "Mind if I get a better look at ya?"

The priestess started. For the first time, she seemed uncertain. "I..." She frowned, and as she opened her mouth again, Sans lunged at her.

There was no question of her ducking behind the barrier in time. Before she even knew that he'd moved, one of the skeleton's hands had closed around her torso and lifted her as easily as a child holding a doll. The barrier vanished behind her, and Sans said casually, "Heel, or I'll stomp 'er like a grape."

The guards froze in the act of drawing their swords. The priestess started to say something, but he flexed his hand ever so slightly, and she stopped.

Sans smiled. He considered her for a moment, wondering if he should crush her anyway and squeeze her out slowly in front of the guardsmen, the way humans drained a monster's magic. It was tempting, and kind of poetic, but he decided he'd better not; he didn't want to damage her SOUL. Besides, she'd put up a hell of a fight. If anyone deserved a quick death, it was—

"Sans," she said. To his astonishment, she worked her arm out over his fingers and rested her hand on his knuckle. "Please," she murmured.

Normally, he would have laughed at a human begging him for mercy, but this didn't feel like begging. She was just looking at him calmly.

...No, the crazy bitch wasn't asking, she was telling. She was distressed, but expectant, as if she was just waiting for him to put her down and apologize!

He should've squished her or bashed her against the wall for that. But, somehow, as the veiled priestess stared into the fire of his eye sockets, the idea of breaking her didn't seem much fun anymore. Her head lowered and tipped to one side, and all of a sudden, it was like his mind – his memory – got pulled sideways.

As he stared back at her, he was no longer facing a mortal enemy. He was back in a moment he thought he'd forgotten, standing in front of his house in Snowdin. A tiny human in a striped shirt was holding his hand and smiling up at him with perfect, stupid trust, and he knew that however much he despised humanity, he could never hate this kid, any more than he could reach up and stop the sun in its orbit. Why did he have to think of it now, when he needed all the homicidal energy he could muster?

With a painful effort, Sans tore himself away from that memory, back to the present and the woman in his hand. The skeleton growled, starting under his breath and working up to a snarl that reverberated throughout the stone walls. To hell with her. To hell with all of them!

Lack of space was a definite issue, but Sans prided himself on adaptability. He extended his arm to its full length, nearly shoving her into the frightened guards, which gave him enough room to materialize a single blaster.

It was much smaller than usual, and that was fine, because it'd concentrate the last of his power into one good shot. The skull shone an incandescent red, eyes aflame and fangs glinting in its own light, literally nose-to-nose with the High Priestess. Sans let his rage and frustration rise like a tide of pure filth, distantly surprised that he could still feel some grief beneath it all, and the blaster's mouth creaked open from the pressure building in its throat.

The priestess had pulled herself upright with her free arm. The scarlet luminescence was right up against her eyes, but she screwed them shut and leaned forward, face set with determination.

In his haste to align the blast and hit all the humans at once, Sans didn't hear anything unusual; he didn't even notice when the light dimmed just a little, or that the pressure had stopped rising. But then a shock ran through him like a hand grabbing his SOUL, and he jerked out of his concentration to see – and feel – the woman stroking the blaster's nose as if it was an overexcited puppy. "It's all right," she said, so low that he barely heard her. "Please, stop. It'll be all right. I promise." And he'd be damned if the giant skull wasn't closing its mouth and leaning into her hand!

No one had actually touched one of his blasters before. They were long-distance weapons, and he used them as such, only getting close when it was fun or strategic to do so. His first reaction was horrified indignation; he might be about to vaporize her, but for crap's sake, he wasn't being inappropriate.

As she kept petting, though, she leaned in and rested her forehead on the skull's lower jaw, and the skeleton felt an alien sensation steal over him, something he didn't recognize at first. The light dimmed further; the skull's jaws drifted shut. For the first time, Sans heard a soft, rich sound—it was the woman humming to herself, or to the blaster, as if trying to soothe it.

And it was working. Sans felt as if he'd been drugged, with a sense of...peace? Was that it? Yes, it was absolute peace washing over him, relaxing his grip so that the young woman had to catch herself before she fell out of it. She might have been smiling faintly beneath the veil, but he couldn't focus enough to tell. He wondered if it was the same magic that had made him think of Kris, a distraction to save herself and kill him before he attacked again.

No...he wasn't drugged or under some kind of spell. Sans remembered feeling this way when he was a lot younger, and a couple of times during the humans' last visit to the Underground, when he and Pap discovered that at least one human was worth something. Of course, then they'd lost him, and there were no more humans worth anything.

It never failed to amaze him. They'd had less than a month together, but all these years later, he still missed the little bastard so much that it hurt.

Luckily, the pain didn't last. The woman kept humming, and Sans grew less and less angry. The blaster made a kind of purring sound and vanished; at the same time, Sans' arm fell, releasing the priestess, allowing her guards to rush in and pull her away.

The boss monster gazed at the angry humans with total detachment, scratching the back of his head as he yawned. She'd won. "You win," he mumbled.

"Are you all right, my lady?" demanded the captain, helping her sit down against the wall.

The humming had stopped. The young woman rubbed her eyes, keeping them shut. "Don't kill him, please" was all she said.

Sans closed his eyes, too. The humans were conferring in rapid whispers on what to do with him, but he didn't care anymore. It was almost a relief when they stepped back, a couple of them grunted with effort, and something crashed into his skull, knocking him out.

Over a day later, the High Priestess shut the outer door to her chambers, set a covered tray on the table, and sat down at her mirror. She checked that her eyes were clear, or at least not so puffy anymore, then picked up her veil and headdress and settled them over her head. She stared at her reflection for a full minute, as if waiting for the woman in the mirror to get up first. She sighed, and finally pushed herself to her feet.

Just outside her bedroom, she paused, running a thread of magic ahead to check each of the loose barriers she'd set around the bed. Two ripples came back, one very close by. "Good morning. Please step back," she said into the slight crack in the door.

A pause, then a soft creak of floorboards, unnervingly quiet for something – someone – his size. "Further, please," she ordered.

He made a noise she couldn't interpret. Floorboards creaked again, and the bedframe groaned under his weight. The priestess turned the doorknob, picked up the tray, and elbowed the door open.

Sans was sitting on the edge of the bed, knees on his elbows. He had opened the windows, and in the early daylight, he looked even more menacing; the light shone through his filthy shirt, shadowing the spaces between his ribs. The young woman made herself place the tray on a side table and pull up a chair with perfect unconcern, as if she couldn't feel him staring her down. "I see you're all healed. You must have slept well," she said coolly. "I know I did."

The skeleton glanced behind him at the rumpled sheets. "Uh..."

"You were alone the whole time," the priestess hastened to add. "There's a very comfortable couch in my office that I've been using."

"Yer office, huh?" Sans stretched his arms out over his head, bones clicking softly as he rolled his neck around. "Pretty nice setup y'got here. What is this, silk? Real feathers?"

She inclined her head. "I would have removed you from your cell much sooner if I'd known you were there. No one told me until Duke Archibald asked me to help select your new owner, which, no, I am not." She grimaced. "May I ask how you were caught? You're certainly capable of defending yourself."

Sans didn't answer. The young woman was thinking of what else to say when he grunted and turned to stretch back out on the bed, splaying his limbs across the huge mattress. "This's the most comfortable place I ever slept, y'know that?"

"Me, too," she said before she could stop herself.

Sans glanced up, as if wondering whether he'd seen a glimpse of personality, and she cleared her throat. "Is it the same reason you made no attempt to break out of your cell for three days?"

"Got caught tryin'a steal some grain," the skeleton mumbled. "Not a lot of food in the Underground these days. I hadn't had anythin' for a while, so I was weak as hell."

"You refused to eat anything while you were imprisoned," she pointed out.

He shrugged. "I figured it was poisoned or drugged 'r some other shit. Humans don't get their mitts on a boss monster every day, but ya can't have five sorcerers watchin' me every second. Feeding me some kinda crap like that would be the easiest thing t'do."

That didn't feel quite right, but without more evidence, the priestess decided to leave it for now. Instead, she pulled the side table closer to the bed and removed the tray's cover.

Sans twitched at the sight of steaming hotcakes, piles of cheese-sprinkled eggs, tomatoes, and crisp-crusted sausage links. The priestess cut a tomato slice into quarters with her fork, speared one and, with the ease of long practice, took hold of her veil between two fingers and lifted it long enough to get the fork to her mouth, dropping it as she put the fork down.

"Seriously? Just take the damn thing off," the skeleton remarked, sitting up.

The young woman made a show of chewing, swallowing, and lifting another tomato to her mouth. He didn't have a stomach, but if he had, she probably would have heard it growling; he was shifting around and scowling, clearly agitated. So she quickened her pace, taking a huge bite of egg, a chunk of hotcake, and a sausage, in turn eating as fast as she could.

Sans' eyes had lit to orange again, and the priestess was glad to put the fork down. "There. You see? It isn't poisoned," she said briskly. She stood and pushed the side table over to the bed. "Help yourself."

The orange faded. His skull tilted this way and that, like a wary but curious animal. "What?"

"I had breakfast over an hour ago. This is for you," she explained.

He glanced at the tray, then back to her. She waited for a full ten seconds, almost holding her breath, before she was rewarded with a rude noise. "Can I have another fork? Don't want your germs," he said.

The priestess knew when she was being tested. She picked up the fork. She went to the nightstand and the pitcher of water standing ready, and dunked the fork in it, swishing vigorously. "Here. But first," she said, holding up the dripping utensil, "I'd like to get a few things straight."

He didn't move. A moment later, she felt a tug on the fork, and instantly snapped the connection by raising another barrier. "No cheating," she reproved him.

"I'm cheating?" The skeleton banged his fist on the bedpost. "How the hell are you doin' this? I'm not dumb, lady! Ya can't just slap a barrier on somethin' that blocks every kinda magic! I can't get out of here, I can't go blue, ya did some weird crap to my poor blaster—"

"I helped you calm down. You've been asleep for twenty-six hours, by the way."

He stopped dead, but only for a second. "Yeah? Well...well, how do ya know so damn much about what I can do? If I'd known this was gonna happen, I'd'a left a long time ago!"

"And yet you didn't." The woman crossed her arms, keeping the fork pointed away from him. "I don't believe that you were too weak to remove yourself from the situation, Sans. We all have our secrets, and I don't mind that, but I need to know that you won't take drastic measures before we've completed our arrangement."

"There is no arrangement, witch," he shot back. "I'll make you a deal, okay? Forget this apprentice crap, lemme go now, and I won't kill anyone on my way out. How's that?"

She tapped the fork on the pitcher's handle. "Your people possess almost no farmland, and the area we've left you has notoriously poor soil. Did you know there are several potions, all made from common ingredients, that could double your crop yields in the space of a few years?"

Sans started. "No, and I don't care," he said, but without conviction.

"You should. There are also potions that can heal wounds, preserve foodstuffs, and send you to sleep with no ill effects, using only the tiniest bit of magic. Do you mean to tell me that monsters need none of these things?"

The skeleton looked at her warily. She could almost see him thinking. His rough speech and rougher appearance didn't fool her: he was at least as intelligent as she was, and also cared enough to want to hear more. "So," he rumbled, "I learn all this fantastic secret knowledge, and you get...?"

"Insight. Humans have been fighting monsters for centuries, and the more we know about you—"

His eyes flamed. "The easier it is to kill us? You seriously think I'm gonna—"

"The easier we can stop dying!" she snarled, her anger suddenly flaring right back at him.

The boss monster's eyes went blank with astonishment. She took a long, deep breath that did not help at all. "Believe me or not, Sans, when I say that I want to make peace for everyone's sake. I am tired of hearing every unsolved crime and evil thought blamed on monsters. I am tired of arguing with sorcerers who want to seal the entrance to the Underground and let you starve to death so that we don't have to talk about it anymore. I am tired of mediating disputes over monster ownership, as if we had any right to help ourselves to other sentient beings, and I'm sick to death knowing where our magic comes from and being unable to stop it!"

She was almost panting now, gripping the fork like a trident. Sans was staring at her like she'd grown another head. She swallowed, and lowered the fork. For want of something peaceful to do, she dipped it back into the pitcher for more swishing. "Monsters are not completely blameless," she said quietly, "but you are outnumbered by a much crueler and stronger race, and we've taken that advantage too far. It has to change, Sans, but we cannot do anything until we learn to talk to each other again."

Sans' teeth ground together. "Have you ever read a history book?" he snapped. "Ya know what happened the last time we had humans over to play?"

The priestess stared at a spot on the wall. Sans looked up in alarm as the barriers surged in and out of visibility, hissing softly. "Yes," she said, and went on, reciting from memory: "Several people were killed in an explosion caused by faulty stage effects at a farewell gala for the human delegation, most notably Prince Asriel of the monster race. Though the exact cause of this unfortunate accident remains unclear, its scope and destructive power were hallmarks of human magic, leading to accusations of sabotage and assassination from both sides. War was prevented solely by the will of Queen Toriel, who was devastated by the loss of her son and adoptive daughter, but nevertheless prevented her husband from executing the remaining humans. The delegation was permitted to leave, and in exchange, humans promised the Underground would never be sealed."

"...O...kay, then. Yeah. That's...that's pretty much it." Sans rubbed the back of his neck, scratching between the vertebrae. "Knowin' that, you still think you can teach me a bunch of stuff, turn me loose, an' make everything all better?"

"No. But I can try." On impulse, the priestess knelt, looking up at him and hoping the effect wasn't spoiled by the dirty fork. "Sans, give me one month. That's all I ask. You can have copies of any recipe you need to take back with you, and I'll show you the techniques to make them work properly. You won't have much freedom of movement, but you won't be kept in a cell, either." She glanced at the feather mattress and added, "You can keep the bed for yourself. As luxurious as it is, I feel lost in it."

He didn't laugh, but he didn't sneer at her, either. His eyes went from the fork to the bedpost, the canopy, the bookshelves lining the walls by the fireplace, and back to her face. "I need some time t' think about it," he said reluctantly. "What happens if I don't wanna?"

Her magic crackled in the air again, and she winced, trying to calm down. "I'd rather not say, but I think you know the answer. Remember, I'm not the only human who can use barriers."

He did not like that, and she couldn't blame him. She looked down at the fork in her hand. "You should eat now," she said lamely, and held it out to him, handle first, praying she had judged correctly.

The skeleton's face was impossible to read. Now that it was quiet, it reminded her too much of when he'd grabbed her in the cell. Her instincts screamed at her to pull her hand back and throw a barrier between them, but determination surged as she remembered how she'd already faced down his attempts to kill her. She was going to forge a lasting bond between their worlds and hand him a kitchen utensil like a normal person or die trying.

Slowly, Sans reached down, and she fought to keep from panicking as his massive hand approached hers. He paused...and plucked the fork from her grip with delicate courtesy, holding it up between them. "Hm. Too small. Still dirty." He tossed it back into her lap.

She stared at the fork. She stared at him. She picked up the fork, dropped it into the pitcher, and plunged her hand in after it. Out came the utensil; she turned her back to him, and with one swift motion, off came her veil. As High Priestess, she wore it for most of her waking hours, which meant she'd learned to whip it off without even disturbing her headdress, the way she'd once seen someone yank a tablecloth out from beneath a set of dishes.

And as High Priestess, if she wanted to use her sacred veil to dry a mostly-clean fork in order to please a giant monster who was intimidating her and somehow also being a complete snot, then who was going to stop her? No one, that was exactly who.

With a righteous huff, she turned back around, still polishing the bedamned fork. "Here," she said, facing him for the first time. "I hope this is satisfactory."

Sans looked at her. He didn't say anything.

The world always seemed a little too bright when she'd just had the veil on, and the light from the window was in her eyes. She rubbed them on her sleeve and tucked a strand of shoulder-length hair behind her ear. "Well?" she demanded.

Sans didn't take it. He was leaning forward, hand dangling as if he'd started to reach for it and somehow forgotten what he was doing. His sockets were blank, an odd color washing over his bony face. "Uh," he said. "It's."

The priestess didn't know that that could be a complete sentence. It probably wasn't, she thought in growing irritation. "Sans," she said carefully, "are you going to use this, or would you like to eat with your hands?"

The skeleton shook himself and turned away. "Never mind. 'm not hungry," he grumbled.

She bit back the urge to call him a colorful name or two. "Sans, this is not a joke. There is nothing wrong with your food, except that it's cold. Eat it. Please."

"I will, I will." Sans hunched his shoulders. "Just gimme a couple minutes."

She did not have the time or patience for this. "Sans. Look at this." He glanced at her, and in one motion, she stabbed a sausage and another chunk of hotcake. "Say 'ahhh,'" she ordered, and when he blankly repeated, "Ahh?" she thrust the fork into his mouth.

Sans nearly choked, demanding, "Wh' th' fuh, 'a'y?" before he swallowed it whole. The priestess was fascinated to not see anything pass his throat, though she knew he had eaten it. "What the fuck, lady?" he clarified.

"I am not 'lady,' thank you, and I know you know better words than that," she said sternly, putting the fork back on the tray. "It's not my fault if it got cold."

"I don't care how hot or cold somethin' is, lady. Ya didn't give me a chance to get my tongue out, so it's all the same to me." The boss monster answered her puzzled look by concentrating, then opening his mouth and pointing. "Thee? Tah-dah."

Good God, he suddenly did have a small, floppy red tongue. She flapped her hand at him, face burning. "All right! I believe you! Put it away!"

He did, and she was relieved to see nothing but a mouth full of giant fangs. "So," he said presently, "if I'm not supposed ta call you 'lady,' what's your name?"

The priestess blinked. No one had asked her that in a long, long time. "Well...if you don't like 'my lady,' there's always 'Your Eminence,' or my ceremonial name, Thea." It occurred to her that he was probably not going to react well to any of her suggestions, but she soldiered on: "You could just say 'High Priestess,' though that's a mouthful. At the convent, they gave each of us a different saint's name, and I was—"

Sans held up his hands. "Okay. That sounds peachy. But what. Is. Your. Actual. Damn. Name?"

She grasped her skirt so hard that her nails dug into her palms through the thick velvet folds. "My name is Frisk."

Sans' eyes were blank again. "Huh. No wonder. Welp, nice to meet you, Frisk." He raised a hand.

It was a blatant lie, but cordially given, so she attempted a smile in return. "It's nice to meet you, too, Sans."

For some reason, that seemed to alarm him. He drew back, then suddenly grabbed the tray, tipped his head back, and dumped the entire contents into his mouth. He had no cheeks, but his face somehow looked very full before he swallowed it all, dropping the tray on the floor. "There. Where's the bathroom?" he rasped.

Frisk realized her mouth was hanging open, and shut it. "It's...why do you ask? You're a skeleton."

"Right. Right." He scuffed the bones of his foot on the carpet. "Oh, look at this. Fork yes."

Sure enough, he'd found the fork. She scooped it up, setting it on the table, and out of nowhere, the priestess felt a real smile lift the corners of her mouth. "Just in tines."

The words hung in the air for a long moment. Frisk was beginning to feel stupid when Sans smacked his thighbone and gave a shout of laughter. "I'll be damned! You got the point."

"It's food for thought," she said, and grinned as he doubled over. "I'm sorry. Please fork-give me."

Just like that, she thought distantly. Yesterday – the day before? – she'd fought for her life against a boss monster who interpreted her overtures as a deadly threat, and now they were giggling in her room like drunken schoolgirls. Was this going to work after all? Was this how real peace began, with awkward silence and stupid puns? If not, Frisk could always console herself that this was the most she'd laughed in years.

Sans was not wondering the same thing. He was thinking how he'd woken up not knowing where he was and had had to figure out that he wasn't dreaming about the battle in his cell; a human witch really had trapped him and knocked him out with some kind of weird brain-magic. Once he got over the fact that he couldn't take any shortcuts and wouldn't fit through the windows, though, he had to admit things could be worse; the bed really was the most comfortable thing in the world.

Talking with the witch was not comfortable. It was bad enough when she was asking him questions about his capture and not breaking out of prison, but then she had to give him food and say things that made sense, and things that made even more sense, and then...

He'd never understood why human men made such a huge fuss over women. Monsters came in so many shapes and sizes that anything was possible; the inside really did count more than the outside, except maybe when it came to reproduction. But that was a rare occasion for monsters, who thought that humans' obsession with it was shallow and weird at best. Sans in particular had no interest in the human form unless he was trying to destroy it; they were all just skeletons with varying degrees of hair, meat and fluids in the way.

And then that infuriating woman had turned around in the sunlight, veil and stupid fork in hand, and he suddenly couldn't breathe. The overall picture was what made him feel a huge mess of feelings he didn't like or understand, but he could see every detail perfectly: her lips pursed in annoyance, the sun reflecting off that black circlet thing, chestnut hair shining and eyes half closed against the light. Her dress was still black, but today it was a looser, laced-up style, shoulders partly hidden under some kind of sheer material that ended high up her neck.

And then she had turned her head and done something with her hair, and now he couldn't think things right. All he could try to do was turn away, then eat it all in order to make her go away, and only his punning instinct had saved him from saying or doing anything else stupid.

Why did she have to like puns, too?

This was bad. It had gotten very complicated, very fast. He had to get out of here. She'd demonstrated some emotion behind her priestess-y facade; maybe he could appeal to it, persuade her to take some other monster under her wing and...wow. Speaking of wings, as she laughed, he happened to look down at her from a different angle, and she had a really nice rack. It was hard to see under such dark clothes, but they accentuated the graceful outline of neck and shoulder perfectly. Under the sheer material, her collarbone was—

"...going to do it," she was saying, wiping away tears of laughter. "I'm not all-powerful, but I have enough influence at court and with the Church to guarantee your safety." Frisk looked up at him, bright-eyed, and his SOUL did another loop-de-loop. "So, Sans. Will you stay?"

He didn't want to, it was a bad idea, and he said, "No," in his mind.

She smiled, tilting her head.

"Yeah," Sans said out loud.

#frans stopitstoptalking

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The Ghost of Beacon Hills High||Part 5

ooooooo shiiiiit. i’ve been busy with a thing called school, so sorry about the huuuge wait i’ve caused. i have homework and it sucks that i can’t write as much. :/

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The plan was….simple enough. The pack had reconvened with Deaton to explain the tragedy that was Gabby’s life. Luckily Deaton knew what they were dealing with. The plan didn’t change much, only a couple more things had to be done. Gabby had to return to the Nemeton in order for her body to reappear. But she couldn’t do that with her spirit trapped in the school. She could only be free if she had a vessel for her spirit to attach to. So really, the plan was not simple at all.

Deaton had explained that the vessel had to be an object of importance, an item that one would struggle to let go of. That was the troubling part. The pack wanted to help the girl..but they couldn’t just give up those tokens. However, a certain beta was willing enough.

“I can do it.”

“Liam-” Scott tried.

“No, I get it. You guys can’t give these things up, but I can. And I’m willing to do it.” His outburst did shock the pack, but his courageousness made them prouder.

“Liam, do understand that if you do this, what you sacrifice may not be recovered,” Deaton explained, making sure that he understood.

“I do. She would be proud anyways.”

“Wait wait wait. Who?” Stiles was confused, more like the whole pack was confused.

“Well, the thing I’m quote on quote “sacrificing” is my grandma’s necklace. She believed in doing whatever it took to do the right thing, even if it meant losing something.”

Quite astounding, isn’t it? The young beta who was thrown into the supernatural world with no warning, was brave enough to give up the last piece of his relative for a girl who died years ago. Of course everyone else didn’t know what to say. A freshman was willing to do what they as juniors couldn’t.

“Well, what do we have to do?” Lydia cut in.

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Gabby was nervous, who wouldn’t be? She had the chance to finally leave the high school, to be able to see Beacon Hills again. But would it work? She didn’t want to get her hopes up.

“Gabby? You with us?”

“Huh? Sorry. What’s happening?”

“Weeelll, Deaton said that you and the person who is giving up the object, which is Liam, must stand in the center holding the object, the necklace, while the rest of us chant the Latin phrases.” Lydia explained to Gabby.

“Giving up? What do you mean giving up?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Liam didn’t want the girl to feel bad when he really wanted to help her.

“But-”

“Really it’s okay.” The two had a moment gazing into each other's eyes, before being interrupted by Stiles.

“Oookaay, let’s get this show on the road.”

Don’t be afraid Gabby. Whatever happens, happens.

The group decided to do the ritual right by the school doors, an easy way of figuring out if Gabby could leave.

“So, what happens if you leave right now?” Scott needed to know, in case of succession or failure.

Gabby walked past the doors, trying to leave, only to somehow be put halfway down the hallway. She knew what to expect, as she tried leaving the first day of being there. The endless cycle of running and tears. The frustrated screaming. Running and running until she finally broke.

“That happens.”

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“Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Make this work,please God make this work.

Liam and Gabby stood in the center of the pack, the two of them holding onto the necklace. The simple heart shaped pendant dangling. Those surrounding joined hands and started the chant.

“ergo liberi eius erunt

ergo liberi eius erunt

set in hac sacrificium est anima eius!”

Light started to emanate from the necklace, a strong wind forming along with it. The bright light spread along Gabby, creating a white aura around her. The wind became rougher, hair was being whipped around. And then….nothing. No wind, no light, but the necklace now lay upon Gabby’s neck. The diamonds seemed to sparkle brighter than before. There was hope.

“I think it worked?”Stiles wanted it to have worked, but he didn’t want to get the girl’s hopes up.

“We HOPE it worked, Stiles.” Lydia countered.

“There’s only one way to find out

Scott motioned the pack outside, him and Kira keeping the two doors open. Gabby was left inside, bracing herself for whatever may come next.

You can do this. You’ve been through worse. What’s one last hope going to do?

She stepped closer and closer to the door, closing her eyes at the last second. She stepped through. Opening her eyes, she expected to be back in the hallway again. Instead, she found herself beneath the night sky, cool air surrounding her. She took a few more steps, assuring herself that this was indeed real. She let out a tearful laugh. She took off running and screaming. But who could blame her? She finally had the freedom she deserved.

Gabby tackled Liam in a hug, causing them to fall to the ground.

“I don’t know what you had to give up and I am really sorry you had to, but thank you. I don’t know how I’ll make it up to you.”

“Y-You don’t have to.”

“I’ll find a way, I promise you that.”

It was cute, the way they were looking at each other, you would have wanted a picture to capture the pureness of the moment.

“You know, this is nice and all, but we have an evil shape-shifting ex-boyfriend of yours to stop,” Stiles once again interrupted.

This caused the two freshmen to scramble off the floor.

“Right. What do we have to do now?” Gabby asked.

“We have to go to the Nemeton.” Scott stated.

“So we have to go there, where my body is going to magically appear because the Nemeton “notices” me, and then I have to chant some Latin? If I can leave the school, why can’t we just ignore that step?”

“Because nobody sees you.” Malia bluntly said. Ouch.

“Malia!”

“What? She asked.”

“Okay, so others don’t see me, but you guys can? This is some supernatural bullshit. Let’s get it over with.”

With one part of their plan completed, the pack and Gabby were confident the next would work. They were going to split up and drive towards the woods. It would have been suspicious to leave cars in an empty school parking lot.

“Holy shit! I call riding in that Jeep and I will be using the ‘I was stuck in a highschool for years” card.”

“Yes! Stiles wins, Jeep for the win!” Stiles threw his fists in the air out of celebration. “Can I keep you? Scott, can I keep her? She’s the best.”

“Uhm, I don’t think you can keep her Stiles.”

“If staying with him means the Jeep, then I will do it.”

“Stiles wins!”

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Beacon Hills changed as Gabby spent her time locked away. She noticed one of the diners she used to hang out at closed down, cars looked different, and people definitely dressed different. She was stuck staring out the window, looking at how much the town she grew up in changed. Of course Stiles, Scott, and Liam noticed, but what could they say? She lost so much of her life and the people in it. The pack knew loss, but Gabby in a way, lost more. There was no prom with her best friends, no Senior trip, none of the great memories you experience in highschool.

Before she knew it, the town turned into woods and the Nemeton was closer. And soon enough, everybody would be able to see her again.

Especially Jason.

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S.VI - Ep.14: Old Haunts

Written by Metal Man X

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INT. ICY CAVE – Light Capsule Area – DAY

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-Fade in-

We see a peaceful view of a dormant Light Capsule blinking amongst the icy walls of the cave.

-pan slowly away from the Capsule-

The ground shakes as an unnatural avalanche of ice boulders rains down near the capsule in a straight line.

-pan further to a hill just below the Capsule-

Zero is struggling to dash around and away from not only ice boulders, but also lava meteors!

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Uh, Zero..? You’re not gonna believe this, but there’s a Capsule directly above you.

ZERO: (struggling, dodging) Aghh, what?? You’re kidding!

He makes it back to the top of the hill and turns his head, setting his focus on the icy plain above the slopes.

ZERO: Damn… this could be tricky!!

He runs as a giant ice boulder passes overhead. Then amidst the fire balls, he dashes, jumps and double-jumps through an opening.

Grateful for the flat land, he makes it to the top area, spotting the Capsule dead ahead. But also in his path is an infected Wolfoid. He can feel the Nightmare within as the creature growls at him.

ZERO: Damn, we took too long…

It shoots with a Nightmare enhanced snout, but Zero takes it out with a quick swipe of the saber.

Then, an Avalanche of boulders almost drop on him.

ZERO: Shiiiiit!

He dashes ahead, just before the Light Capsule, collecting the small Nightmare Soul in the process. Dr. Light forms himself as the boulders wildy crash behind him.

DR. LIGHT: (surprised, awestruck) Zero... I'm glad to see you again.

ZERO: ...I will never die.

DR. LIGHT: …Where have you been??

ZERO: I don't really remember. My recovery functions didn’t fully kick in until later... But when I came to, my instincts guided me. I couldn’t really see. I could only move... Soon I realized that I was in Abel City again, and it was only a matter of time before I’d find X.

DR. LIGHT: ...The world still needs you and X... ...So you came back to life, didn't you?

ZERO: (nodding, smirking) Heh, I suppose so..

DR. LIGHT: Right… Well, we must put an end to this Nightmare... Please give X this Armor program... However, for security reasons, the Armor won't work until all four programs combine.

ZERO: Alright.

DR. LIGHT: This is the foot program to X’s Shadow Armor. When executed properly, he’ll be able to high-jump and stick to the ceiling. Once there, X can dash on the ceiling for enhanced mobility during missions that require more stealth-like maneuvers. This is a tricky Armor. Please tell him to handle it well! Where is he anyway??

ZERO: I don’t really know. He’s in a portal somewhere…

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INT. NIGHTMARE PORTAL – Double’s Lair - NIGHT

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X and his formidable ally known as Phantom look on at the newly revived ghost of Double with concern and contempt.

ZERO: (o.s, continuing) …dealing with Old Haunts.

[Insert Title Card – Old Haunts]

X: Double!! What are you doing here?

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: Aaahahahah. It looks like you’ve finally made it to the Afterlife. It’s about time!!

X: Huh?

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: What did you in? Was it Sigma?? Please tell me it was Sigma.

X: Double, I’m not dead!

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: Then… where the Hell are we? Is this Purgatory??

X: More like, a Nightmare Dimension. And you’re my only way out.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: Oh, I see... So that’s what’s at stake here. A 2nd chance at Life or Death. I feel it in the air…. We all seem to be drawn to this.. Nightmare Energy. Well, with it’s power, I’m gonna Destroy you and re-enter the World Anew!!

PHANTOM: He’s Mad!

He pulls out his daggers and bravely runs after Double.

X: No. Phantom, wait-!

In an instant Double dashes into the warrior and strikes him with his spiked gauntlet, carving a gash right across his stomach.

PHANTOM: Eeeeeuuuugghhhh….

X: Nooooooo!

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: AAAHAHAHAHA. You’re Next, X.

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INT. ICY CAVE – Light Capsule Area - DAY

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From his Capsule, Dr. Light stirs in a slight panic

DR. LIGHT: Oh my Goodness! Please, help X!!

ZERO: (nodding) Don’t worry, I will…. He’s a big boy though. He can take care of himself..

Taken slightly aback, Dr. Light lets out a quick sigh, then composes himself.

DR. LIGHT: Hmph. You’re right. I’ll be off, then. Take care of yourself, Zero.

With that, Dr. Light smiles and disappears.

ZERO: (smirking) Count on it…

Zero steps in the capsule and receives X’s upgrade for him. A brilliant flash of power and light downloads itself into Zero’s head-gem making it glow into a foreboding shade of black for one second. He closes his eyes, feeling the rush of power, then opens them with a zestful determination.

ZERO: (v.o, thinking) It’s a shame I can’t just send this over, X. Wherever you are, I’m sure you could really use this right about now!

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X narrows his eyes, charges up and shoots a charged Blade Buster right at Double.

The Nightmare Double throws a large power ball at him as well.

X’s eyes widen as he mach-dashes out of the way. He quickly switches to Yammark’s Dragonfly Missiles in desperation. They swirl around him in defense, while green plasma blasts shoot out in offense.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: Au-au-au-au…

The apparition’s bio-defenses kick in as suddenly all the dents in his armor, bubble up and emit various weaponry. Two buzz saws bounce back at him while two winged drones fly after him and fire their own attacks.

X: Oh my God, I remember this…

His body shifts into red and orange while he charges up.

X: /YAGH!!

He unleashes the Flaming Godbird Attack on Double, which serves to destroy his bio-defenses and scorch his back to create some more.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: Huuurgh. Kiba Slash!!

Two more drones pop out from his back as he dashes after X with his gauntlet out.

X: Oh no ya don’t.

X jumps up and easily mach-dashes over and behind him. When he turns around, he strikes him with another Blade Buster that knocks him to the ground.

Upon landing, X looks up at the drones, which swerve down towards him rapidly and fire hellacious blasts.

X pulls out the enflamed Z-Saber and strikes them with a Magma Blade. He turns around and looks at the Nightmare Double with fiery eyes.

X: Come on!!!!

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From the Capsule, Zero waits for his opening and dashes past another avalanche trap. He drops back down to the hill slopes, where he slips into a narrow corridor.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) You’re almost there, Zero. Cody should be in a Portal, not far up ahead.

Zero nods as he spots a Nightmare Virus and slashes it down. Then, he drops down further into the alcove.

ZERO: I see it. It’s right here!

He dash-jumps to the very spot where Cody and Batsu once stood. Then, out of nowhere, the portal just seemingly disappears.

ZERO: What the-!?

ALIA: (o.s, filtered, gasping) What’s wrong?

He takes a breath and decides to sit with his back to an ice wall.

ZERO: (grunting, then sighing) It’s gone! …Well, I’ll just wait for the next window, I guess….

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) It might not come. Best to move on, while you still have the energy.

ZERO: That’s just it. I really, kinda don’t. Those boulders and the Nightmare Lava took a lot out of me. I need a minute…

ALIA: (o.s, sighing, filtered) Take your tiiiiime.

ZERO: I will…

With that he turns his coms off and closes his eyes with a smirk.

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In an instant, the screen displaying activity in the North Pole is blacked out.

ALIA: (frustrated) OUUUUGGGGGHHHHH. Whyyy did he close his Coms!?? That arrogant little jerk…! I can’t Stand Him!!!

She sighs and switches screens to X’s activity in the Central Museum.

ALIA: GREAT! Still Nothing!!

With nothing else to do, she looks at the empty lair in the Museum and hopes for the best.

ALIA: (v.o, thinking) Oh, X…. If only I could see you.

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Nightmare Double narrows his eyes and grins as X flings a wave of fireballs from the Magma Blade. He instantly dodges it by diving up to the ceiling, sitting upside down and then diving back out towards X with his sharp Kiba Gauntlet.

As the apparition plummets down towards X, he sees a clear opening and takes it, shifting his armor into black and red.

X fires a burst of Meteor Rain, which splashes acid directly up, into Nightmare Double’s face.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: AAAAAH! What the Hell did you do to me!!?!?

X smirks.

X: Ya don’t like that, huh??

He charges up and unleashes a whole array of Meteor Rain, which comes down hard on Nightmare Double from an angle.

Writhing in pain, Double gets struck in the back, across the chest, across the shoulders and ribs as he sways left and right, struggling to keep his balance. His body creates an array of mechaniloid defenses for X to contend with as he falls to his knees.

X: (v.o, thinking) Not long now…

He stylishly evades the drones and buzz saws with a twisting Mach-dash as he gets directly above Double with his Meteor Rain buster out. Upon firing he hears a -clk- noise and gasps.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: Hmmmm!?

Immediately capitalizing on the folly, Double carves a firm gash in X’s stomach.

X: Euughh…

He falls down near Phantom, who is holding his wound and heavily panting.

The drones and buzz saws come after X and bombard him with cuts and blasts as explosions surround his body.

X: Aaaggh. Yaaaaaghhhhh. Nnnoooo!!!!

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: Hahaha. Aahhahaha. HAAHAHAAHAHAAA!!!!!!

Suddenly, multiple arrays of swift dagger throws can be heard as all of the mechaniloid drones are destroyed.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: What!? You, again.

-pan to the wounded warrior, Phantom-

He looks at the Nightmare with malice, while holding out a large Shuriken.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: Who are you!!?

PHANTOM: I am the Hidden Phantom… My enemies never see me coming.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: Hmph! Never heard of ya…

PHANTOM: That’s because those unfortunate enough to cross my path, never live to tell about it.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: Uh huh…. It’s about time that I killed you! Kiba Slash!!!!

He darts after him with another sharp gauntlet, but Phantom reads his attack and rides his Shuriken stylishly above and away.

The apparition turns his neck, annoyed and gets blasted in the back by a Blade Buster.

X: Your fight is with ME, Double!!

A bio-defense drone is created and immediately destroyed by a dagger.

X looks up to see Phantom lurking above in the corner, latching on to the ceiling and wall, stylishly.

PHANTOM: Finish him, X! I’ve got the drones.

X nods with a quick smile.

X: Right!

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: eeeeeeeEEX!!!!

The two run after each other. X sets up a guard shell and pulls out the Z-saber. Then, he makes short work of Double, swiftly slashing and gashing him across the chest, while blocking against any of Double’s attacks. Before long, he gets two critical slices at the arms and impales Double through the stomach.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: OOOOOUUUUUUgggghhhhhhhh………

The defense drones are immediately blown apart from afar, with the help of Phantom’s daggers.

X narrows his eyes with a smirk and takes a breath.

The ghost shakes, curling his bloody arms up.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: rrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!

He lets out a giant crescent shaped blast, which knocks X down hard.

Sizzling and unstable, the apparition saunters near the fallen hero.

PHANTOM: Come on, X. Get up. You HAVE HIM!!!!

The apparition looks up at him with disdain.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: /Shut up!

He throws a plasma ball at Phantom with a bloody wrist. It brings him down to the ground.

X struggles to push himself up, panting. The entire day’s battles and trials begin to weigh on his body again.

X: (v.o, thinking) Come on, X. You can do this…

He narrows his eyes as he looks at Nightmare Double.

X: HEY DOUBLE!

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: Hm???

X: Tell Gate that this is over!! He can keep sending anyone he wants! I’ll take them all down Over and Over again!!! HE WON’T BREAK ME. YOU HEAR MEEE!!!???

The ghost’s eyes widen in fear as X’s eyes widen with fervor. He summons up his latest Giga Attack, once again – the Double Wave Blade, which carves at the last of the Nightmare’s armor and destroys his entire frame.

NIGHTMARE DOUBLE: GHAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The entire Dimension Shatters.

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X and the wounded Phantom appear out of thin air, while the teleporter ring takes effect. Instantly, Phantom is sent away to safety.

X: (sweaty, panting) Hu..hu.. I did it!

ALIA: (o.s, filtered, gasping) X!!!!

His body shakes as his Blade Armor powers down to his Base Armor.

X: (smiling) Alia!!!

Out of nowhere, High Max teleports in, directly before X and knocks him down with a floating hard punch to the chest.

X: AAAUUUUggghhhhh… what the-?

HIGH MAX: We’ve warned you. Do not get in the way of our important investigation.

X writhes in pain, holding onto his bruised chest, barely able to sit up.

X: What are you investigating!? Why are you in so deep in this dead area??

HIGH MAX: I won't waste any more time. I'll delete you now!

He flies after X, who dashes back and barely stumbles to his feet.

High Max blasts X with 4 dark shocks.

X: Agh, urgh, ough, Agh!

With his body smoking, X pulls up his buster and points it at High Max.

X: N-n-noo..

He charges up and fires an X-Buster, which completely misses his target.

High Max rushes up to X and punches him hard in the gut.

X: AAUUguughhhhhhhh….

He gags and throws up.

High Max stands tall, pulls up his arm and elbows X hard in the back of the head, forcing him down to the ground.

X: (faceplanting) MMPH!

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) EEEEEXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!

From out of nowhere, a slightly scuffed up Dynamo teleports in between X and High Max. Holding a hand out, he looks at the horrid machine, aggravated.

DYNAMO: Not this way.. Not here…

HIGH MAX: Excuse me!???

DYNAMO: It’s my turn! Stay out of our way!!

He bends down and grabs the unconscious X.

HIGH MAX: NO. This one’s Mine now..!

DYNAMO: (grinning, laughing) Hmhmhm… Later!

Just like that, Dynamo teleports away with X’s body.

HIGH MAX: (frustrated, agitated)

HRRM!!!???

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Alia looks at her screen, confused and worried.

ALIA: Oh NO! What the Hell did I just see? /Oh!

Before she can react, she finds that X has been teleported to the North Pole Area, in the same spot as Zero.

She /gasps.

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Once teleported, Dynamo grabs X’s carcass, opens up a portal with his device, and tosses him inside like a rag doll.

DYNAMO: In ya go….

ZERO: Huuh!??

Zero stirs awake at the sight of this and gets to his feet, but he is too late.

DYNAMO: Whoopsieeee. Too slow!

ZERO: DYNAMO! What are you doing with-

The Nightmare Portal fully dissipates again, after Dynamo teleports inside.

ZERO: (finishing, thwarted) X…

He turns his coms back on in a panic.

ZERO: (shocked, scared) Uhh, Alia did you catch any of that??

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) No thanks to you, ya piece of work!

ZERO: Huh!!?

ALIA: (o.s, upset, filtered) Don’t close coms on me unless absolutely necessary! It shuts off my video feed and then I can’t help you at all…

ZERO: Hmph…. Well maybe you should be less annoying, then…

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) OURGH! I Can’t stand you!!

SIGNAS: (o.s, filtered) That’s enough. Both of you….

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From his Central Console, Signas finally breaks his silence.

SIGNAS: This is beyond Unprofessional. Both of you are letting the stress get to you, so let’s just stick to the facts, shall we? ..X was bombarded in a sneak attack by High Max in the Central Museum after dealing with.. whatever he faced.

ZERO: (filtered) Oh noooo.

SIGNAS: Strange as it seems, I believe Dynamo’s actions were something of a mercy to X…

ZERO & ALIA: (filtered) Huh???

SIGNAS: Remember that Dynamo is a Mercenary. He interrupted High Max when he was winning, then quickly tossed X in the portal nearest, you. If that doesn’t say that he’s hedging his bets, I don’t know what does.

ZERO: (filtered) …Interesting. So are you saying that Dynamo isn’t a threat?

SIGNAS: It’s hard to tell. He’s definitely playing the odds against both sides… But if nothing else, he’s a lot safer with Dynamo than he is with High Max right now…

ZERO: (filtered) Man…

ALIA: Poor X…

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On the flat terrain of a very similar looking Ice Cave, X is laid out on the frozen ground. Dynamo teleports, just ahead of him and looks down at his sorry hide.

DYNAMO: Go ahead and use your Sub-tank, X. I’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready…

He kneels down and slaps X in the cheek twice. Then, he pinches his nose only to see X scrunch up his face and gasp for some air in his sleep.

DYNAMO: Hehe.. so cute…

He gets up and dashes far ahead.

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Zero huddles over in the hideout, while bickering on his coms.

ZERO: Hmph… I should’ve been there. He should be facing Me, instead!

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Yep! And I could’ve warned you that the Portal was opening!!

ZERO: I Knoooow! I screwed up, okay???

SIGNAS: (o.s, filtered) Enough! It’s too late now. I need you to focus…. Batsu still needs your help and we need to learn the Investigator’s motives for allowing this to happen! You have a Mission to accomplish. Finish it, Zero.

ZERO: …Y-Yes, sir!

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Snapping out of it, Zero dash-jumps out of the alcove and runs back to the dangerous slopes. He contends with an upward slope as best as possible, attempting to dodge the large ice boulders and Nightmare Lava once again.

ZERO: /igh..

He gets hurt as he makes his way to a short ladder and climbs down. The ice slope slides him right down, near an icy spike trap. He dash-hops over it, while giant boulders threaten to crush him. He quickly uses another ladder to drop down further.

As he drops down, the Nightmare Lava balls fall near him and scorch the front and back of his torso, simultaneously.

ZERO: Aaaaaagh! This Nightmare is the Worst!!

When he lands, the ice almost takes him to an icy spiked trap against the wall behind him, but he dashes ahead uphill, against all odds. Cutting down two Wolfoids along the way, Zero successfully dashes away from the slopes and makes it towards his next obstacle – a giant ditch.

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Zero drops down into the ditch, only to find a Reploid curled up in the fetal position.

ZERO: Hey, Man. Are you okay??

The weak, frozen reploid looks up at Zero in fear and cowers.

BATSU: Z-Zero!! No!

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Ugh, didn’t Anyone read the Memo!? It’s okay, Batsu. Zero isn’t the Nightmare. He’s here to help you.

BATSU: But he… almost killed us all…

Zero smirks.

ZERO: Heh…. Come on, kid. I’ll catch you up later. Ya did good here.

He helps the baffled rookie, up.

BATSU: W-WAIT! What about C-C-Cody…? Is h-h-h-he alr-r-right???

ZERO: (nodding, lying) X has got it taken care of. (v.o, thinking) I hope…

With that, he gives the Rookie Hunter a teleporter ring and sends him home.

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X gradually shivers out of a sleeping state, feeling weak and frozen to the core. He shuffles through his chest cavity until he grabs hold of his sub-tank and activates it. With a jolt of power, he spasms and sits up, feeling more awake and alive. He quickly rubs his arms for heat as he rocks back and forth, attempting to get his bearings.

X: Hm…Was I.. thrown off course? How’d I get here?? Alia! Tell me where I am...

He presses an ear to his coms and hears static.

X: ...The communication is out?

Upon hearing his own hollow echoes in the cave, X nods.

X: The Nightmare Dimension, I should’ve known. But how… Who brought me here?

X gets up and runs on. An icy slope immediately rushes him downhill, into a Wolfoid that fires a grenade at him from it’s back.

X: Agh!

Barreling into the Wolfoid, he incidentally tackles it further down the slope and bashes into the next one. When he sees a spike-trap amidst the slope, he quickly dash-jumps and runs down the rest of the ramp until he makes it to some broken icy pillars.

X: Daaaamn!

He instinctively hops through all of the pillars while hot lava balls unnaturally rain down on him.

X: Agghh! What the Hell???

He covers his head as he runs through the slope, barely jumps past another spike trap and catches a rope at the near-end of the clearing.

X: Man!!! There’s no time to think!!

He takes a short breath while lowering himself down. Upon turning around, he hears a familiar voice from a narrow alcove.

?????: X….. Is that you?

X squints upon the narrow alcove and jumps inside. At the far-end of the tunnel, beyond a long bed of spikes, he can see a green and white Wolfoid with an original Maverick Hunter logo etched on the side of his collar.

X: …Frostbite…?

The weary wolf smiles and lets out a friendly bark.

X: (shocked) It IS you! What are you doing here???

X walks over towards him, before the bed of spikes.

FROSTBITE: Honestly? Not much… I’m stuck.

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Zero attempts to kick-jump up the slippery wall but falls on his behind yet again.

ZERO: Damn it! That rescue was all well and good, but… how the Hell am I supposed to get out of here???

Just then, a big block of ice seemingly materializes from the ceiling and drops down to crush him.

ZERO: Wait a minute, what’s this!? I think I see… Ice.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered, confused) Ice???

ZERO: Yeah. A big, chunky block is coming right for me.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Hmm… It must be the Nightmare. Although we can't see any Nightmare Ice from the Hunter Base, I wonder if there is a way you can take advantage of this situation.

ZERO: Yeah, I think so!

When the ice touches down, Zero dodges, then jumps on top of the block. He looks up, eagerly awaiting for the next one to fall on him. It does so, paired with a Wolfoid for good measure.

ZERO: Hmph!

He attacks it mercilessly and lands on top of the falling block of ice.

Soon, another one peers out above him. He carefully double jumps onto it, then takes another careful double-jump into a 2nd ditch.

ZERO: Aw man…. Not again…

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X stands tall and transforms into his Blade Armor.

X: (brave) Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you out.

The rest of his armor shifts into earth tones, as he charges up and puts his buster out.

X: yyy/Yah!

At once, he forms a giant boulder and grabs hold of it, the moment it shoots out. The boulder nearly makes it all the way to Frostbite. When it crashes against the spikes, X simply lets his mach-dash take him the rest of the way.

FROSTBITE: Whooooa, X… you made it! I can’t believe it. I’ve been stuck here for weeks.

X: Jeez, I’m so sorry… I wish I’d known. I didn’t even know you survived..

FROSTBITE: (nodding, regretful) When the Colony crashed and our base was destroyed, I ran for it. I didn’t know who was alive anymore, or who to trust.. It was just easier to start over on my own. I’m so sorry, X.

X: So you came to the North Pole… Of course. It’s okay.. Let me guess. You fell into this ditch with a lot of momentum and a lot of bad luck??

FROSTBITE: Heheh.. pretty much…

X: Let’s go. We’re getting outta here!

X charges up once again and points his buster, while tucking his former comrade underneath his left arm.

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When Zero double-jumps out of a 2nd ditch, he runs ahead to the end of the tunnel, where he appears to have made it to the outer wall of a base.

ZERO: Alia, I think I’m getting close.

He looks up and climbs a ladder.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) That’s correct. The entrance to his base should be further up ahead. Watch out for any hidden obstacles!

As she warns him, a line of ice blocks drops down to him with only one opening to advance.

ZERO: Shit! Are you sure you can’t see this??

He jumps out of the way as the line solidifies into a layer of ice.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) No, what’s happening.

ZERO: More Ice Traps!!

Another line falls down towards Zero’s position with the opening at the other end of the narrow tunnel.

The lines keep on coming at faster frequencies, only for Zero to see some helpless Wolfoids, stuck within the dugouts of the walls ahead.

ZERO: (wide-eyed) Oh my God!

He instinctively pulls out 4 teleporter rings and wraps them around his wrist. When one layer solidifies, he dashes into the dugout to his left.

ZERO: (shouting) EVERYONE, GRAB MY ARM!!!

Upon touch, the 1st Wolfoid is sent away as the ring passes from Zero’s wrist to the Reploid’s.

Zero dashes into a narrow opening and jumps just in time for the next line to solidify.

He double-jumps up to the next dugout on his right, saving a 2nd Wolfoid.

With a little time before the lines catch up to him, Zero looks up and plans his next move.

As the line solidifies at his level, he quickly dashes out, double jumps through the clearing, saves the 3rd on his left, dashes back out and rushes to save the 4th on his right.

Seeing the ice ahead of him, it solidifies just after he jumps out.

ZERO: PHOOOOOW! Damn that’s a Rush!!!

Having saved all of the Wolfoids, Zero has a pleased smile on his face, knowing he did the right thing.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) That was really brave and heroic, Zero…. Thank you.

The rest of the obstacle is a breeze to him as he freely double-jumps amongst the lines and they feel more spaced out once again.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) I’m beginning to see why X trusts you…

ZERO: Heh. Well, good. We’re on the same Team after all…

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Don’t ruin it.

Zero just smirks at that one.

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Having made it to the other side, X and Frostbite jump to the rope and then dash-jump beyond another spike trap to the other side where they make it to a gate.

When they enter the first one, X spots Cody sitting patiently against the wall.

X: Cody! You’re alive!!

CODY:

Uh, yeah…. I’ve been stuck here for a while. Then this big guy said he’d let me out if I fought him, but I’m not stupid enough to engage in battle!!!

X tilts his head, relieved and awestruck.

X: Good! You and Frostbite stay here and let me handle this, okay?

CODY:

Yeah!

FROSTBITE: Sure thing…

The two watch X enter the 2nd gate and see it close behind him.

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Before long, Zero finally makes it to the top and enters the gateway. As the 1st shutter closes, Zero feels a dark weight in his chest.

ZERO: I feel it... This must be the investigator!

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) The investigator in this area is Blizzard Wolfang. Set up your weapons in case you fight...

Zero nods, takes a breath and walks on.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) ......... Zero, actually I-

ZERO: (anticipating) Forget about the past.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered, gasping) You know??

ZERO: I read the file...

ALIA: (o.s, filtered, nervous) Back when we worked together, Wolfang was-

ZERO: Now he is a Nightmare Investigator. We have to fight him.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Yeah, right... Good luck, Zero.

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From the icy lair, X looks on at Dynamo and flinches, with a slight face-tick.

DYNAMO: Oh, Heeey. Long time no see! How are you doing?

X: You again! …Why’d you bring me here!?

DYNAMO: I'm sorry if I made you worry. But you know what they say, "Discretion is the better part of valor." I figured any time away from that big lug would benefit the both of us, so… you’re welcome!

X: Hmph… What do you want, Dynamo?

DYNAMO: Nightmare Souls. They do a body good... So, have you solved the mystery of the Nightmare?

X: That’s none of your business! Why don’t you hurry and get out of here? You are good at running away, aren't you?

DYNAMO: Awww, don’t be like that Maaan. Why don't we talk a little longer? Say... Let's see who has obtained more Nightmare Souls!

Dynamo powers up, emitting a new mysterious aura of purple around his body.

X: (sighing, muttering) Here we go again…

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When the shutter closes behind Zero, he looks on at Blizzard Wolfang, who is looming in the darkness.

ZERO: Blizzard Wolfang, nice to see you...

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Zero! I heard that you returned.

ZERO: I won't die so easily.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Hmph… Neither will I…

The two of them stare each other down, unwavering.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Please don't think badly of me, Zero. I just won't disobey Gate. That’s all.

ZERO: Oh don’t worry… None of this is personal

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: I know I must pay for my past sins. Besides I have a new mission, now.

ZERO: Oh yeah? And what would that be? Preserving the Nightmare at all costs!!?

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: More like Protecting the North Pole from Nightmares like you!

ZERO: I’m NOT THE NIGHTMARE!!

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Same Difference! You know what I mean. Let's fight!

ZERO: Then, I have no choice… You will lose!

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Dynamo grins as he throws five swift double-sided blades at X.

X’s eyes bulge as he quickly gets hit by two, dashes to the side, but then gets struck by the 4th and 5th blades.

X: Agh! Hey!!

X points his buster and charges up, but suddenly all 5 spinning blades retract and strike X in the back, like a boomerang.

X: Kk-aaauuuugghhhH!!!!!

DYNAMO: Heheh.. Don’t give me that. I know you’ve fully recharged, bro.

From a crouched position, X looks up at him and grits his teeth. Shifting into shades of purple, X points his buster and shoots a powerful Ray Arrow at Dynamo.

DYNAMO: Agh..

The attack surprises him and knocks him back a step. Then he holds a glowing black fist.

DYNAMO: Two can play at that game…

He smashes a fist down and smothers X with his Dark Giga Attack.

X: GHAAAA……

Forced to the ground, he takes the blast while charging up.

DYNAMO: Gotcha!!!

He jumps after X, who gets up and puts his hands out to his sides.

X: Not yet!

He unleashes the Charged Ray Arrow, which creates an upward stream of light similar to Zero and Dynamo’s Giga Attack. It /strikes him directly from below with a hard blow.

DYNAMO: /Whaaaaa!!!????

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INT. ICE BASE – Blizzard Wolfang’s Lair - DAY

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BLIZZARD WOLFANG: (howling) AHOOOOOO!!!!!!

The room lights up as Blizzard Wolfang runs after Zero.

ZERO: Whoa..

He tries to dash-jump out of the way, but Blizzard Wolfang smacks him to the floor with sharp claws.

ZERO: Agh..

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Take this, Maverick!!

He claws at Zero’s chest with both hands four times, before Zero shoves a Z-Buster under his chin and blasts him off to the side.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: (yelping) Hrr..!

ZERO: You’ve got it wrong. You all do. Just because I’m Awake doesn’t mean I’m Evil!!

The Investigator sits upright and charges up.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Not from where I’m sitting…

His mouth forms a burst of ice and shoots it at Zero, who gets knocked down from the attack.

ZERO: Koough…

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Dynamo gets up from the recent attack and shakes it off, cricking his neck with a smile.

DYNAMO: Very clever attack, but I’m not here to play games… I am here for the Nightmares. So, why don’t you do me a favor and hand those over, already?

X: Absolutely not.

X jumps and freezes in mid-air, then kicks Dynamo in the head. Dynamo blocks it, but before he can strike back, X mach-dashes away.

DYNAMO: Hmph…. You’ve gotten better, I see. I've been gathering these Nightmare Souls, thinking that I might be able to enhance my powers, but so have you... I guess that puts us on an even keel after all…

X: Maybe…

He fires his enhanced level 1 shots at Dynamo, who easily spins his sabers to knock all of them back. Then, he chucks 5 more blades at him.

More aware this time, X jumps and mach-dashes past the first two. The next two get near him, but he drops down in the opening. A fifth one gets close, but X ducks at the last moment.

DYNAMO: Haaah!!!!

He rushes with a quick dash into X, knees him in the stomach, then flips him onto his back with two hands pressed against the back of his neck.

X: Khauh!

Dynamo points a buster at X’s head.

DYNAMO: I’m not kidding. Give me all the DNA Souls you have gathered!

He shifts into red and orange.

X: NO!

X waves his Magma Blade at Dynamo from the ground. The fiery blade and fireballs which emit from the swipe, affect Dynamo greatly.

DYNAMO: Auuughh!!!!

He puts his arms up as his chest gets scorched. He quickly pats himself off as X charges up to unleash a Flaming Godbird Rush.

Suddenly a wave of phoenixes fly into Dynamo and thrash against his burning body.

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Blizzard Wolfang ramps up his momentum as he runs from wall to wall at a swift pace, with the icy ground aiding his every move. He long-jumps across the walls and continuously shoots his Ice Bursts at Zero, who gets pummeled left and right.

ZERO: That’s it!

He takes out his Z-Saber and creates a Shoenzan firewall to crush the next ice attack. Then, he dashes into Blizzard Wolfang and cuts him with a fiery blade.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: (writhing) AHHHH!!!

He tries to run after Zero, but he just does it again, burning him at the side.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: OHHHH!!!!

He tries one more time and once again, Zero strikes him right in the chest with the Shoenzan.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: EEGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!

The Wolf Investigator cowers to the corner and grits his teeth.

ZERO: I didn’t wanna do that so soon, but you leave me no choice…

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: …grrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

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Burnt and bleeding, Dynamo loses his smile and makes a scowl.

DYNAMO: Damn it, X. I will get the Souls that you collected!

He rushes after X with a long-jump. X swipes a burning blade, but Dynamo parries with two of his own blades and spin kicks X in the head. The attack spins X around. Dynamo capitalizes and plants a big boot against his back.

X falls down to the slippery ice, where Dynamo doubles down with another Dark Giga Attack straight against his back.

X: AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!

DYNAMO: Give it up, Mega Man... All of this ends when you just give me those souls.

X: (grunting, charging up) Rrgghh… aaaghhhh…..

Dynamo presses X’s head against the ice while he notices a shift in color from red to pink.

DYNAMO: (v.o, thinking) What’s he up to?

Suddenly 4 clam shells appear from all 4 corners of the room.

DYNAMO: Huh???

Completely locked in their sights, the clam shells fire cross-X shots striking at his front and back equally and following him as he wavers around the room.

DYNAMO: Agh! Ogh! Ohh.. DAMN IT!!!!

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INT. ICE CAVE – Blizzard Wolfang’s Lair – DAY

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BLIZZARD WOLFANG: (aggravated) Don’t think you’ve won, Maverick… I’m not done yet!

He high-jumps to the ceiling and latches on to the ice like a ninja. Without warning, he blasts Zero with 4 rapid Ice Bursts, which surprise him and knock him back down.

ZERO: Aaaagh… /Huh?

Suddenly the whole room /flashes white, blinding Zero for a second.

Blizzard Wolfang dashes from the ceiling and a whole set of spiked icicles crash down on and around him, cutting him at the shoulders, back, legs and feet.

ZERO: Guaaaaahhhh… What the Hell??

Blizzard Wolfang grins and allows himself a light chuckle.

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He pounds another fist of dark light against the ground, but it completely misses X.

A charge shot strikes Dynamo in the back from a different corner in the room.

DYNAMO: Hooh…

Although affected, he’s relieved to see X panting in his blue and white look again.

DYNAMO: Hmph… You just keep pulling them out of the woodwork, don’t you?

X: Enough Dynamo…. Let’s just end this.

DYNAMO: Awww, what’s wrong. You had enough already, sweety?

X narrows his eyes.

X: We’re wasting time. If you’re not gonna help me, then just get out of the way.

DYNAMO: Oh, but don’t you see? I already did help you. I saved you from getting pummeled by that sorry sack, High Max. So now you owe me. I’ll take my payment in Nightmare Souls please.

X shakes his head.

X: What was all that about, anyway…? You didn’t have to do that. He caught me off guard. You could’ve had what you wanted.

DYNAMO: Oh please… and spoil all the fun in catching you, myself? Hardly!

Raising his eyebrows, X doesn’t know what to think.

X: ��Did you bring me here just to tease me? Just leave, NOW!

X shifts into brown and juts out a large boulder from his buster, which breaks into Dynamo’s side.

DYNAMO: Agh! HAHA. All hard work and no play makes X go crazy! Hee hee hee!

X: Don’t make me do it, Dynamo!

X dashes after Dynamo and punches him, but Dynamo catches it and slides a blade across his stomach with his other arm.

DYNAMO: (grinning) Do what, exactly?

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From the ceiling, Blizzard Wolfang throws continuous shards of ice fangs at Zero, which carve away at his back, head and shoulders.

Enraged, Zero uses his Rekkoha Giga Attack as Blizzard Wolfang dashes towards him from the ceiling unaffected.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: That won’t work on me!

ZERO: Huh??? /igghhh… /GAH!

He /claws him hard in the chest with two paws, flips on his back and /dropkicks Zero against the wall.

Zero attempts to retreat to a more open space to regain his footing, but Blizzard Wolfang uses the Nightmare to enhance his own speed.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Don’t run. We’re not done!

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Bleeding again, X holds his stomach and puts a desperate hand inside his chest cavity.

DYNAMO: Looking for another Sub-tank? I don’t think so, Amigo. I already checked. You’re fresh out… so now you’re gonna listen to me.

X looks up at Dynamo, hurt and afraid.

DYNAMO: It took hours for me to get here. I won't go back empty-handed. I've been gathering Nightmare Souls at the risk of my life. I've been dying to become stronger... All for this moment. So now it’s time for You to help Me end this Nightmare I created.

X: …what was that…?

DYNAMO: Hm?

X: (enraged) Dynamo! You did it, again!!

DYNAMO: What??

X: You’ve Underestimated me for THE LAST TIME!!!

From out of nowhere, X’s armor shifts into black and red as he unleashes a damaging rain glob underneath his belly.

DYNAMO: Ghaaaaah. How!?? You were out!!

He cowers and jumps far away.

X: You checked all my weapon and energy levels like a creep, but you never checked to see that I had a Weapon Tank!

X chases after him and shoots another acid glob at his back.

DYNAMO: Ghooaaawwww!!!!!

X: And now you’re gonna tell me EVERYTHING!!

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Blizzard Wolfang Nightmare dashes to Zero’s postion with a claw out and a charged mouth, ready.

Zero narrows his eyes and creates a Guard Shell with his Saber out. With them, he is able to effectively block his claw and ice attacks and give him a warning slash.

ZERO: Cut it out!

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Oh no. I don’t think so…. Now that I’m winning, suddenly it’s a problem?

He rushes Zero into the corner, who retaliates by crouching and spinning into a set of Ensuizan slashes. His saber cuts at Blizzard Wolfang’s chest, stomach, arms and legs, before Wolfang finally backs off.

ZERO: I mean it. You were a good person, once. Let’s consider a truce!

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: I still am… but I would never align myself with the likes of you. Even if you are not the Nightmare, you certainly created it. And for Gate’s sake, that means that I must end you!!

ZERO: (guilty, frustrated) Aaarrgh, damn it Fang. You don’t have to die today!

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Oh please…. We both know you want to kill me. Deep down we all want the same thing…. Power!

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X crushes Dynamo with another devastating blow to the stomach with a heavy glob of Meteor Rain.

X: (infuriated) You mean to tell me that YOU did this!!??

Dynamo looks at X, on his knees with regret.

DYNAMO: I caused the Colony to fall last month…. It was my fault. I got us all in this mess…

X: YOU FOOL! WHY??

With another hard glob of rain, Dynamo gets shaken so bad that a Nightmare Soul falls out of his body and absorbs itself into X.

DYNAMO: Oh COME ONNN!!!!!

He retreats to the other side of the room.

X: DID YOU THINK IT WOULD BE FUN!!? WHAT PART OF ANY OF THIS HAS BEEN FUN!!!!??

He Mach-dashes over and gets him again, effectively making him lose another powerful Nightmare Soul.

DYNAMO: Oh, give me a break...

X: GIVE YOU A BREAK!? OH, I’LL BREAK SOMETHING ALRIGHT…

X charges up and unleashes a shower of Meteor Rain to fall on top of Dynamo. Immediately a series of Nightmare Souls leave his body and hover into X.

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Blizzard Wolfang high-jumps to the ceiling and dashes towards the middle of the room, so he can shoot rapid-icebursts at him from a 45 degree angle again.

Zero shakes his head and grits his teeth.

ZERO: You’re wrong, Wolfang!! This is what too much Power gets you!

Suddenly Zero enflames his Saber and uppercuts him with a powerful Ryuenjin.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: WHAAAOOOO!!!!!!

The burning wolfoid falls to the ground while Zero capitalizes with a downward, burning Quake Blazer. He stakes the blade right through his heart, which paralyzes him.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: NNUUUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!

ZERO: No more…

He points his Z-Buster at Blizzard Wolfang and eliminates him with a dark spiral shot.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: WAIT-

He explodes, before he can reconsider his life choices.

ZERO: TOO LATE! God.. Damn it…

He turns his head and closes his eyes with regret as a green nightmare soul lurks out of Blizzard Wolfang’s carcass and enters Zero’s chest cavity. He feels a dark wave of energy re-enter his veins and washes over with a wave of anguish. With a clenched fist, he keeps it all down.

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DYNAMO: (scared) GGGAAAAAAAAIIIIGGGHH, I-…still can't win!!!!!!!!!!!

The Nightmare Souls insert themselves into X’s body.

X: Even now, you’re not capable of remorse…. All you can think about is your next escape. It’s sad, really…

DYNAMO: (scared, posturing)

I’m… not up to defeating you... You are way too strong right now...

X: I Don’t care if this KILLS YOU!! YOU DESERVE IT!!!

X uses another Charged Meteor Rain. He watches as Dynamo gets beaten and battered to a bloody pulp. His circuits sizzle and his armor slowly chips away.

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In the silent, cold, calm of the base, suddenly Zero receives a com-link from Alia.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Blizzard Wolfang... An ex-investigator of the North Pole area. One night, during the Great Repliforce War, his team members investigated Frost Walrus’ base of operations where they were attacked by Mavericks!

ZERO:

(interested) Huh???

-FLASH-

————————————————————————– EXT. NORTH POLE – White Forest – NIGHT ————————————————————————–

Three Knot Berets shoot at 2 Researchers, while an E-AT Yeti runs after Blizzard

-flash-

In a fit of anger, he forms a blade of ice around his hands. Then, he wildly attacks the E-AT. As shards of ice break everywhere, he tears open the yeti’s torso. Then, he ravages the three Knot Berets who stand frozen with fear.

ALIA: (v.o, narrating)

Although Wolfang was able to defeat them, his team was annihilated... My former colleagues at the Research Lab resented this.

-FLASH-

————————————————————————– INT. LAYE LABS – Back Room – DAY ————————————————————————–

ALIA: (v.o, narrating)

At this point a little coup of Researchers who opposed Gate had developed.

In a back room Dr. Laye is meeting with Malek and Zach. Alia enters the room with an exhausted look on her face as she closes the door behind her.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) They schemed to dispose of Wolfang and take advantage of the incident, making it look like an accident… Wolfang was thrown into the cold sea... ... I did it! But I was coerced into doing it...

ZERO: (v.o, shocked) Alia…

ZACH: He’s a Wolf, Alia… And wolves can’t be trusted! …AND he was built by the same guy who created Bit and Byte.. That was a Nightmare!

DR. LAYE: Hmph. Agreed. We’re going to have to do something about him. …I’ve had it with Gate and his creations. He’s out of chances. We will have to eliminate the Wolf and you’re going to be the one to do it.

ALIA: (horrified, scared) What!? M-me!? Why??

DR. LAYE: Because Gate won’t do it and Wolfang trusts you the most. He would suspect something from us.

ALIA: I can’t. I could never… He didn’t do anything wrong.

DR. LAYE: Now Alia. We brought you into the inner circle. This is your career.. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me now, would you…?

ALIA: (v.o, narrating) Oh God, it was horrible!!

-a grainy image of an unsuspecting Wolfang getting ejected from an aircraft into the arctic sea appears-

-grainy images of Alia tumbling crashing, ejecting and tumbling down a mountain appear-

-a grainy image of her in the hospital being visited by Gate appears-

ALIA: This was the last straw for Gate…. He suspected something was off and figured out it was me. I think this was his turning point…. I really do!!

ZERO: (o.s, reacting) Oh man..!

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) I’ll never forget that conversation…

-FLASH-

——————————————————————————– INT. ABEL CITY GENERAL HOSPITAL – Alia’s Room – NIGHT ——————————————————————————–

Gate looks at the bed-ridden Alia, disappointed. GATE: …Ya know.. Yammark was always worried that our co-workers couldn’t be trusted. I just never would’ve believed that that would include you. After all we’ve been through.

ALIA: I didn’t- ..You don’t get it…

GATE: Oh, I get it completely. Lana never liked me, but she saw something in you and Victor. She made you a part of her inner circle. And you, my little overachiever, just wanted to get ahead. So of course, you conformed to her wishes.

ALIA: (appalled) Gate!

GATE: (upset, hurt) NO!!! One of them sabotaged Yammark’s jets. Then, they made Mijinion’s Mech-Test look like an accident. I don’t know WHO killed Blaze in his cell… But then YOU killed Blizzard Wolfang!!? God damn it. You, Alia? YOU!???

ALIA: I Know, I Failed you.. but I’m Telling you now!!! I know it was wrong… Pleeeease. Let’s make this right again. Together… We can rebuild them!!

GATE: (appalled) No… Nothing you say or do can ever make this right! You can rot in this Hospital for all I care…

ALIA: (hurt) Gate..!

GATE: Enjoy your Inner Circle, sellout. You all deserve each other!

He starts to walk out of the room.

ALIA: Waait!!

GATE: (ignoring) I won’t be in the office by the time you get back.

ALIA: /PLEEASE, don’t do this!!!

He stops at the door at the /sound of her voice, closing his eyes hard as he leans against the doorframe. He clenches his fists and remains strong.

ALIA: (v.o, narrating) Then, he said…

ALIA/GATE: You should have thought about that… Before you killed my best friend. …I’ll get revenge on all you low reploids who couldn’t appreciate my ability!

He walks out of the room, leaving her to sit alone with her thoughts.

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Zero is awestruck by her story as he listens to his com-link intently.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) Please don’t tell X…. If he found out, I don’t think he’d ever be able to forgive me…

ZERO: (nodding) It’s alright… Your secret is safe with me.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered, whispering) Oh thank you, Zero… Thank you…

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After all the damage is done, Dynamo lies there, helpless on the ground – bleeding, burnt and corroded down to the circuits. The near-dead Dynamo looks at X and forces a broken smile.

DYNAMO: (coughing) …C-Consider yourself… lucky… that I’ve changed my mind.

He toils to pull out a device and unlock the gate behind him. Immediately, Cody and Frostbite run in to see X standing over the defeated Dynamo.

DYNAMO: Just do me a favor…. Once this is all over and you get rid of the Nightmare completely, give me a fair fight, okay…?

X gives Dynamo a firm and narrow stare.

X: Get us out of here, before I kill you. The end result will be just the same…

X pulls out his buster and charges up.

DYNAMO: (wide-eyed, panicked) Challenge accepted! Bye, X!!

With the press of a button, the entire Dimension shatters around them and everyone is force-teleported to the proper Dimension.

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From the coms, Alia tries to lighten up the mood.

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) …but Hey! You got the Ice Burst and can learn Hydroga, now!

ZERO: Hm..? What’s that?

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) You can High-Jump like never-before and create his ice-fangs with your Saber!

ZERO: Oh…

Just then, X, Frostbite, Cody and an almost dead Dynamo fall into the room from a destroyed portal.

ZERO: Huuuh?

ALIA: (o.s, filtered) X! Oh my God, I’m so glad you’re okay!! You rescued Cody and is that.. Frostbite!!?

X: (smiling) Yep! Mission Accomplished. Let’s go home!!

ZERO: What about Dynamo? Should we bring him in?

X: No…. Leave him here with his demons. He’s got a lot to think about.

With narrow eyes and a firm grimace, X teleports away. Frostbite and Cody follow suit.

Zero takes a deep breath and sighs. Then, he teleports away too.

-Freezeframe. Grainy Effect-

SIGNAS: (v.o, narrating) X has gone through another ordeal, while Zero has successfully contained the Nightmare in the North Pole. Peace is gradually being restored to the World. But at what cost to our Heroes…?

-Fade to Black-

#MMX Fanfics #Season VI #Episode 14 #Old Haunts #North Pole Area #Nightmare Portals #Zero #X #X vs. Nightmare Double #Zero vs. Blizzard Wolfang #Dynamo #High Max

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The Untamed, episode 46 - watching notes

Full disclosure: I'm not in a particularly good mood today. Have you seen that "no productivity. Only guild." Meme flying around? That's me today :|

Hopefully this will distract me (though distraction was the problem in the first place 🙈)

I apologise for any typos you'll finde in this post 😅

To recap, the last thing I learned was that apparently, Jiggy married his own sister because Jin Guangshan was a scumbag who raped more women than he could possibly remember

I was told by several people that this episode is their favourite. No pressures or anything :D

The way someone is dragging up Jiggy's secrets has a lot of poetic justice to it. Everyone is outraged and gossiping. Consensus is reached quickly. Kinda makes me feel that that someone (who probably also wrote the letter to jgy) knows exactly how to use the sect world's worst qualities as a weapon

Yao what's-his-name, resident gossip queen, at it again

Don't look at me my memory is as bad as wwx when it comes to names :D

I was about to write who is Lianfang Zum again and then I remembered that it's jiggy's honorary title. See what I mean? ^^

What does it say about me that my heart makes a leap when I simply see wwx leaning close to lwj to whisper to him? 😅 I'll probably die reading the novel, that's what that says

Oh so it was the maid who sent the letter

Come on Wei Wuxian! That was cruel

Yeah Yao what's-his-name, why would you need to know the identity of who ever is behind this? It's not like you've ever been deceived before!

What's... with that bracelet?

I love it how everyone looks positively startled when Lan Wangji says something unprompted :D

Wait ... Zwei Jun is in his hands? Shit, i don't remeber what happened there. Where did Xichen go again? 😬

I'm so confused right now 🙈 I can't watch and read the subtitles and type

Okay, watched the whole conversation again, now I'm following

I reiterate my earlier statement that whoever is pulling the strings here knows exactly what strings to pull to get the clans to act

Great, another mob 🙄

Loooool

NOW you want his help? 😂

Sure, as soon as he can serve YOU with his "evil tricks", that's okay!

You can see how much wwx changed because he does not hold their hypocrisy to their faces. He mostly seemed tired of it

And Jiang Cheng just realised that wwx might indeed not be responsible for Jiang Yanli's death, didn't he? He's almost stunned 🥺

Or is BEAUTIFUL to see Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji move in such unity! 😭

Oh ... those are the graves of his foster parents, right? :(

And Yanli ... oh God I forgot about Yanli 🥺

I'm crying again. Nothing on this show will ever hit as hard to me as the Yunmeng siblings' fate

I couldn't help myself, I legitimately just stroked my laptop screen where Yanli's plate was 🥺

So many conflicting emotions

Thanks to a friendly anon, I know that these three bows together are marriage thing! 😭😭😭

So yeah, they're married now. I dont make the rules :')

Somehow, this feels like them asking wwx's foster family's blessing

And now I'm imagining Shijie smiling back at them gently and I'm crying 🥺

And by God, I love lwj's gentle teasing :')

This whole scene, he's so soft! 😭

And it think that Wei Wuxian probably thought that he'd never get to step into Lotus Pier again. But here, he can finally say his goodbyes to his Shijie properly. He can heal! 🖤

And again, I cannot stress enough how wonderful that is! And how rare and precious in a show like this. So often character's get put through unimaginable trauma, but they either brush it off no problem or the show/movie ends immediately after the main action and you are left to imagine the number it did on the character's psyche. There are so rarely fantasy shows that really dive into the emotional fallout the plot has on their characters and then give them time to heal. Thus show does both and I'm so goddamn overjoyed my it!

Come to think of it, it reminds me of a very good hurt/comfort fic 🤷‍♀️

Jiang Cheng pleae, fir once, try not to be angry immediately when you're hurting :(

He still takes special offence that lwj is there. Makes me wonder if he still feels like wwx chooses lwj over the Jiang sect and is still hurt by it 😔 (note that at the same time, he reminds wwx that he's very much not a member of the Jiang clan anymore. God, the man has not worked through his own feelings ...)

For once, as much as I love it when lwj defends wwx (especially when it's not against any physical harm, but because he doesn't want wwx to be hurt emotionally) I think him interfering with this particular conflict does not help

Okay sorry, but no! lotus pier was not destroyed because wwx saved lwj in that cave. That was just an excuse for the Wen sect. They would have come eventually anyway

Ohhh

So there's my answer

He's still hurt because he feels wwx chooses anyone else over his family, which is to say him

And he probably can't understand because their positions are so different. The (future) sect leader and the son of a (dead) servant and a rogue cultivator who never felt quite like he belonged 😔

It's so goddamn tragic how much between these two was destroyed simply because they have such a different status in society and could never quite understand each other's perspective

And again, wwx just takes it 💔

Until, that is, lwj's honour gets besmirched

Don't fight in front of Shijie 🥺

Jiang Cheng's every action screams that he still loves his brother and that amidst all that pain for his lost family, is also deep betrayal and grieve for the brother he thought he could always count on 🥺💔

Can we appreciate for a second how much this shot tells us? From Jiang Cheng's angry desperation, to Wei Wuxian's quite acceptance of his rage (which must be so confusing to Jiang Cheng and probably hurt him even more. Because fighting is always how these two resolved their issues!) to Lan Wangji who is in full on protective mode (which I find more than heartwarming,but still think probably isn't helpful rn)

He ... what?

I still don't quite understand when exactly wwx's lack of golden core shows. Why does he have a nosebleed here?

What?

Oh!

Wen Ning 😱

I get what he wants to do!

Have we ever seen him this calm and determined before?

Abd they understand 😱😱😱

The look on all of their faces! Shiiiiit

I'm crying again

Oh wangii is crying 🥺

Wen Quing 💔💔💔 I'm crying even harder just looking at her. I've MISSED her 🥺

Lan Zhan your FACE!! 😭

The way he's looking at wwx in his arms, as if he's seeing him fir the first time

And by god, I can only imagine what he must be thinking

He must be reevaluation every single interaction they had since wwx started down the path of demonic cultivation 😭

I'm a bit in awe of Wen Ning here and how much he must have been holding in. That's the steadiest and most confident he's ever been

Oh Jiang cheng 💔

That looks like a man whose entire world has just been shaken to its core

And Lan Wangji is crying so much 🥺

God I hope he doesn't blame himself even more 🥺

Aaaaaaahhhh, so that is why he wouldn't just carry the sword for appearance sake and why he just had a nosebleed!

Jiang Cheng probably needs about a month to process all that :/

And therapy ...

Aaaaaaahhhh! The boat scene! I've seen gifs! 😍😍😍

A penny for Lan Wangji's thoughts ...

Oh I'm so so so so glad that Wen Ning gets to say thank you to the man who raised his ... cousin (?) :')

Oh god we get to see!!!!

Oh little a Yuan 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I wonder now, did Lan Qiren know who the child was that his nephew suddenly brought back to cloud recess?

I'm glad that we all learned from this that keeping secrets from the people we love, especially secrets that concern them personally, will eventually come back to bide us in the ass. Than you for delivering that important lesson, wen Ning!

Which reminds me that I hope they eventually tell wwx that they know 😬

I swear to god, one of these days I will melt from the gentleness in lan Wangji's gaze :')

Shit. He had to be awake? 😳

You can pinpoint the moment Lan Wangji's heart breaks for all the suffering wwx endured and how close he came to loosing him even then 🥺

Waking like that in you lovers arms in the middle of a lotus pond - that's the dream *sighs* (minus the passing out bit)

It's weirdly cute that wwx thinks that it's Jiang Cheng's insults that have lwj so upset 😅

Oh GOOOOD ...

I can't

The moment Yanli's themes started to play and she appeared I started to bawl 😭😭😭

And he's sharing the lotus pods with them ... oh please, lwj, please understand what he's saying. That's his pove language! His sister's food was how he received love and right now he passes it on to you! Please, please understand it! 🥺

Oh lwj, don't 🙈

Awwwwww ....

He's breaking the rules for you!!! Just to make you smile!!! 😭😭

And holy shit look at their expressions 😭

By now you should know that he's willing to break the rules for you :')

And poor third wheel Wen Ning 😂

Now there are glittering butterflies???

Do they have some kind of romantic aesthetic bingo going on in this episode???

Oh okay, messenger butterflies

Please appreciate wwx almost climbing into lan Wangji's lab in excitement :D

Thay scene transition was pretty af!

Hey! Why do they bully wen Ning? 😤

*shakes wwx by the shoulders* DO YOU GET THAT HE LOVES YOU NOW???

Huh, this episode was a roller coaster. you guys did NOT exaggerate! I loved it to pieces. I'm floored once more by all the actor's performances. Wen Ning revealed a lot about his character, Jiang Cheng broke my heart, Lan Wangji made it melt and Shijie is still able to make me bawl in an instant. But ... I'm not left with a bitter feeling. Sure, jiang Cheng and wei Wuxian havebt reconciled, but the truth is the first step to even have that possibility. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are both healing and whatever happens in the last 4 (4!!!😭) episodes, I'm not dreading it that much right now. I feel like we're climbing upwards :)

@sweetlittlevampire @fandom-glazed @elenirlachlagos @allhailthedramallama @luckymoony @kyrrahbird @i-love-him-on-purpose thank you guys for staying with me for this crazy ride 💙🖤💙

Also one last thing: please don't tell me what happens differently in the novel in any given scene. I am still reading it (about half way through rn) and I'd like to still be surprised by stuff like first kisses and love confessions 💙🖤

I should have put something like this at the end before, but I always forgot. That's on me 😅 so don't feel bad, if you've shared something before :)

#the untamed #sophie watches the untamed #wei wuxian #wwx #lan wangji #lwj #jiang wanyin #jiang cheng #jiang yanli #wen ning #a yuan #the untamed liveblog

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chemicalmagecraft · 3 years

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A Black Wind Howls Chapter 3: The Fight

A/N: I hate finals and am glad that I'm done with them. Merry Christmas and happy holidays, everyone!

By the way, if you haven't noticed by now I decided to give all the chapters titles. A chapter that follows the events of an original ATLA name will share its title, but original chapters will have original names.

Also, in case anyone was curious, my mental image of Lhamo is that she looks and sounds like Scorpia from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, except not a scorpion and with black hair. Meanwhile, I may or may not have thought of Old Toph from TLoK a little when writing Tsering. To be honest, though, I don't really have any one character to point to for Dorji, aside from the in-universe comparison between her and Aang (though it might be more accurate to say she looks like a mix between Toph and Aang, just nobody's seen Toph yet and therefore cannot make that comparison). As for personality, according to TVTropes she might be described as a Rei Ayanami Expy, though I haven't seen Neon Genesis Evangelion so I can't say for sure if that's the best comparison. And just a little fun fact, despite being currently the shortest member of the Gaang (roughly 3'11, and I found a thing that says that Aang is 4'6, Katara is 4'9, and Sokka is 4'11, though it wasn't exactly official so it might be slightly off) she is the second oldest, being a few months older than Katara. Assuming you count Aang as 12 and not 112.

oOoOo

Previously on Avatar...

The firebender that the girl had hit shakily got back up and punched at the airbender's back. Only a puff of smoke came from his fist.

"My name is Dorji. I'm an airbender."

"The power of airbending may have survived through my family line, but unfortunately the spirit of the Air Nomads lives on only through you." Aang winced at that comment.

"Should you really be stealing moon peaches?" Aang asked her in a slightly accusatory tone.

Dorji shrugged. "Not stealing."

Lhamo gasped and hugged the three. "Dorji has friends her age!"

"Is that you, Tsering?" Aang asked.

Tsering grimaced. "I survived."

At some point Katara had shifted in her sleep, ending up with her arm hooked around Dorji's waist. Judging from the red glow dusting her cheeks and ears Dorji had some very conflicting feelings about this. "Shiiiiit..." she muttered softly.

Aang simply couldn't sleep.

oOoOo

Aang and Dorji, both very tired, grunted at each other sleepily when they met in the hall, both rubbing their eyes. "Couldn't sleep?" Aang asked.

"Couldn't sleep..." Dorji nodded after a few moments, like she hadn't heard Aang at first. While Aang had fully opened his eyes, Dorji's were still half-closed drowsily.

"I kinda stayed up all night thinking. You?"

Dorji's cheeks turned a nice shade of pink. "...Also thinking." After a silence that could have been either her insomnia-addled brain trying to think or just her having dozed off for a bit she said, "Actually could you please put your hand on my stomach?"

"What? Why?" Aang asked.

Dorji's blush returned. "I'm... curious about something."

"Oookay..." Aang looked at her weird, but carefully placed his hand on her stomach. "Why?"

Dorji grabbed Aang's arm and twirled around so that his arm ended up hooked around her waist. "Hmm... Nothing..." she muttered as she leaned on Aang's shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Aang asked.

Dorji released his arm and started walking away. "Checking something." She sniffed the air. "Smells like Lhamo made breakfast. Let's go." She walked away before Aang could ask her more questions. Aang sighed and followed her down the hall.

"Hey, Lhamo," Dorji muttered when she walked into the dining room, turning her head slightly to face her cousin who was currently placing food on the table. Katara and Sokka were seated at the table, eating.

"Hey, what'sh up!" Sokka said in between chewing. "You two are up late!"

"Sokka, please don't talk with food in your mouth," Katara scolded.

"Itsh sho good, though!"

Lhamo smiled. "Thank you! I made it myself!"

Dorji stared at Sokka, seemingly deep in thought. Sokka swallowed. "Something wrong?" he asked.

Dorji jumped, sailing through the air to land gently on Sokka's lap, causing him to squawk in alarm. She forced his free arm around her waist. "Ew. Weird," she muttered.

"One of us is weird here and it isn't me," Sokka objected. He put down his food and picked Dorji up, placing her in the seat next to him. Dorji started snoring despite sitting up. "She is weirdly light. Is that an airbender thing?"

Lhamo rushed over to Dorji. She placed one hand on her shoulder and the other over her forehead. "Dorji are you okay? Have you been eating well?"

Dorji grunted lazily and touched the thumb of her open hand to her chest and then her chin, then started snoring again.

Lhamo put some food in front of her. "Still, you need to eat."

Dorji made a small noise, but started eating. She made another sign after a few bites of food, then stopped eating.

"Ya gotta eat more, kid," Tsering said as she entered the room. "You're worried about your dad, right?"

Dorji sniffed and nodded after a few moments.

Tsering sighed and sat down next to her, facing her despite the fact that her eyes were closed. "I am too, kid. You have to eat, though. I remember, back when I'd just escaped the massacre, I couldn't bring myself to eat at all. It... wasn't good for my health. Felt like I was floating all the time, nearly passed out a lot. Think I did pass out a few times. Remember dreaming about everything being upside-down or something... Where was I?" Dorji touched her thumb to her forehead. "Right, your father. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he busted out of prison and assassinated the Fire Lord or some of his generals, or simply razed their capitol to the ground. He can take care of himself. Now eat."

Dorji nodded and started eating again, ignoring Aang, Katara's bewildered stares from what Tsering had said about her son.

oOoOo

"Goodbye, everyone!" Lhamo said with a wave as Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Dorji boarded Appa. "It was nice meeting you all! Take care of Dorji!"

"Goodbye, Lhamo," Dorji said.

"Thanks for the pie!" Sokka shouted.

"Speaking of pie," Tsering said as she walked into the clearing, followed by a few workers bearing a box, a few sacks, and a few tubes. "I have a few gifts for you all." Despite not moving her hands from where they were clasped behind her back, the packages started floating in bubbles of air and were loaded onto Appa. "One of those is the rest of the pie from last night. Eat it before it goes bad. Those bags contain some of our produce, freshly picked." She smiled and stroked Appa's fur. "I'm sure between the sky bison and the three growing teenagers, you'll need them."

"Thanks!" Aang said. "We'll be sure to use them."

Tsering chuckled. "That's not even the thing I figured you'd like the most. The scroll tubes contain, among other things, copies of genuine Air Nomad scrolls."

Aang's eyes widened. He grabbed one of the tubes, one with the Air Nomad sigil on it, and with shaking hands carefully opened it. He reverentially pulled out a pristine scroll that also had the Air Nomad sigil on it. He unfurled it, revealing instructions for advanced airbending techniques. His eyes welled with tears and he quickly rolled the scroll up and put it back before wiping his eyes. "Y-you..."

The old woman smirked at him. "Figured you'd like that. I may not have been too cut out for the whole monk life, but I'm still an Air Nomad. I decided a while back to preserve as much of Air Nomad culture as I could, hopefully for future generations but at the very least to preserve records of my people." She chuckled. "Made a bit of name for myself in the field of anthropology as a result."

"And you're just giving these to me?" Aang asked.

She shrugged. "As I said, they're copies. I made sure to put the originals in safe hands, so don't worry too much if you lose them."

"What are the other scrolls?" Katara asked.

"I also wrote down some techniques Wangchuck and I made that Dorji might want to refresh herself on. And you might want to learn some of those, Aang." Aang looked a little uncomfortable when she said that. "Just a suggestion, kid. There's also some stuff on Air Nomad culture in there that I thought you might like, plus some recipes in case you want something from home. Aside from that, there are a few scrolls on bending the other elements that I've managed to obtain. Figured that as the Avatar you might have more use for those than me. Unfortunately I wasn't able to get much more than theory for fire and water, especially because Wangchuck never fucking told me where he put his scrolls, but it's better than nothing, huh?" She smiled at Katara. "Plus I figure you might appreciate it too, Katara. You are a waterbender, are you not?"

Katara nodded. "Thank you."

"I also managed to find a scroll on healing with waterbending. It's not anything you can use in a fight but, well..." Tsering rolled up her sleeve, revealing a faded but still slightly visible burn scar. "Let's just say I speak from experience when I say that healers are the kind of thing that are always great to have around. I'll try to find practical waterbending scrolls to get to you."

Katara bowed. "You've already given us a lot. I'll try to work with what you've given me already."

Tsering shrugged. "Don't worry about it, I've got enough connections that I should be able to get you a few scrolls eventually."

"That stuff's cool and all, I guess, but I don't suppose you have anything I can use?" Sokka asked.

She nodded. "Fair enough. It might not be quite your fighting style, but there are also a few scrolls on chi blocking in there. The art was originally developed by nonbenders to give them an edge against benders. Dorji can teach the basics to you, if you want. And finally, I added in a few scrolls on Earth Kingdom Sign Language."

"Is that that weird hand thing Dorji was doing earlier?" Sokka asked.

Dorji winced and Katara glared at Sokka.

Tsering stared at him flatly. "Little rude to phrase it like that, but yeah. It's good for sneaking around because you have to be pretty fucking bad at it to make noise while doing it. And while it's not my place to tell you why, Dorji sometimes prefers talking in it so it'd be for the best if at least one of you learned enough of it to hold a conversation."

"Thank you, Grandmother," Dorji muttered shyly.

"Right, you all should leave now. Goodbye, Dorji and Aang." She waved them off with a smile.

"What about us?" Sokka asked as Appa started to rise.

She shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose you too." Despite being far away from them at this point and not speaking up at all, her voice traveled perfectly to them.

oOoOo

Aang touched Appa down in a large forest clearing so they could rest for the night. He patted Appa on the head before jumping back onto the saddle. "All right, buddy. Let's see what Tsering got you." He was a little woozy from lack of sleep, but hopefully they'd be sleeping soon so he didn't say anything about it.

Dorji jumped off of Appa and pointed at the ground by his side, making a small circle with her pointing finger. A small cloud of dust kicked up where she pointed. "I'll cushion your fall," she offered.

"Thanks!" Sokka said, then jumped down. When he hit the dust cloud his fall slowed and he fell on his ass with a yelp.

"Sorry," Dorji muttered. She moved her hand to the right slightly, and the dust cloud moved to where she was pointing. She widened her circles, causing the dust cloud to grow larger and wider. "This one should be better, hopefully."

Katara jumped. She also lost her balance when she hit the cloud, but Dorji quickly stepped forward and caught her.

"Thank you," Katara said.

"Y-you're welcome," Dorji said, blushing slightly. She immediately let go of her and stepped back a bit.

"Thanks for catching me, too," Sokka deadpanned as he got up.

"You're welcome," Dorji said.

He looked at her flatly.

Dorji tilted her head and blinked. "Was that sarcasm?" she asked.

Sokka sighed. "Yes, that was sarcasm," he said exasperatedly.

"Ah," she said. She looked a little nervous for some reason. "I'm sorry, I... have trouble with detecting tone, sometimes."

Katara glared at Sokka yet again. "How was I supposed to know that!?" Sokka snapped at Katara.

Katara sighed. "Sorry, you do have a point there. Is there anything else we should be aware of, Dorji?"

Dorji eyes widened. She blushed and gave Katara a very appreciative smile. "I... Sometimes I have... problems processing sounds. It's not too bad anymore, I hope anyway, but please be patient if I need you to repeat things," she muttered.

Katara nodded. "Okay. Is that why your grandmother said you sometimes prefer to use sign language?"

She bit her lip. "It's... part of it. I would also prefer if you faced me while speaking to me, for similar reasons. I can read lips, in case I'm having trouble with hearing."

"How do you read lips?" Sokka asked.

"Lots of practice. Start by looking at lips."

Sokka shrugged. "Fair enough."

Aang jumped off of Appa's saddle after putting the bag of apples he was feeding Appa back. "What're you guys talking about?" he asked.

Katara gave Dorji a look, as if asking her if it was okay to tell him. Dorji nodded to her. "Dorji was telling us about how she has a few... issues with hearing."

"Oh, is that what the sign language was for?" he asked.

Dorji nodded. "I can hear, but I have trouble processing sounds sometimes, if that makes sense," she clarified.

Aang nodded. "I remember one of the boys I grew up with, Dema, had an issue like that too." His face fell. "Dema..."

"I apologize," Dorji said.

"For what?"

Dorji fidgeted. "I... brought up a memory. One that must be painful for you."

Aang shook his head. "No, you didn't even know that'd remind me of Dema."

"Would... would you like something to take your mind off of it?" she offered.

"Thanks!" He smiled at her. "What do you have in mind?"

"If you're going to be fighting the Fire Nation, you need combat skills. Traditional airbending may have had martial arts, but they were mostly restricted to evasion, disengaging, and defense," she explained. She unsheathed one of her daggers and swiped it at a tree off to her side, not even breaking her gaze with Aang. A blade of wind rushed from her blade, slicing a deep gash in the ground as it kicked up a large cloud of dust and slicing the tree almost in half vertically when it hit it. "All of that is good, but you might be a bit lacking in your offensive capabilities, decisively ending a fight." She spun her dagger, then sheathed it. "Shall we begin?"

"I don't feel comfortable with that," Aang said nervously.

"Why not?"

Aang clenched his hands, a sour expression on his face. "That's... That's not airbending."

"Um... Aang?" Sokka put his hand on his shoulder. "Maybe..."

Aang forced his hand off. "No. That's not airbending."

"It is, though," Dorji rebutted. "Well, some of the moves I intend to teach you don't need airbending, but for the one I just showed you? Doing it requires you to stream air along a thin surface, like my daggers or your staff. It might be a little hard at first if you haven't done anything like that, but-"

"That's not what I mean!" Aang shouted. "You're doing it all wrong!"

Dorji sighed. "It's not wrong. Just... different. I understand that it might be upsetting to see such a different style from what you're used to, but... it's not wrong."

"It goes against all of airbending culture!" Aang shouted.

"Aang..." Katara said.

Dorji frowned slightly. "I see. You know, I had always been fascinated with grandmother's scrolls and books about the Air Nomads. Part of it was just that reading was... nice... for me, I will admit, but..." She turned away from Aang and walked a few steps away from him. She stood there for a few seconds, then sniffled and wiped her face. When she turned back around her eyes were a little red. "For a while, I wanted to be like them. They were my people, my ancestors. But at the same time, I was always worried a true Air Nomad would despise me, as I am still my father's daughter, and my father was not a traditional Air Nomad. Thank you for confirming it for me. I told you before, the pacifistic monks of the past died out a century ago. I'm not an Air Nomad. I was never an Air Nomad." She touched one of the green highlights of her clothing. "I was born of the Earth Kingdom. I was raised by the Earth Kingdom. Why should I call myself an Air Nomad?"

Aang's face contorted in anger, then softened slightly. "Fine." He turned around and walked away.

"Fine," Dorji echoed. She pulled the two halves of her father's staff from her belt and started walking towards a large rock.

Sokka and Katara sighed at the same time. "I'll talk to Aang, do you want to talk to Dorji?" Sokka asked.

"That sounds good," Katara agreed.

"Cool." Sokka started climbing back onto Appa, struggling a bit. "Let me just... get something... real quick."

While Sokka was doing that, Katara walked over to Dorji. Wielding the two halves of her father's staff like dual swords due to how long they were compared to her, Dorji swung at the rock with one segment. A wide gash appeared in it despite the fact that the staff never made contact with it. She swung with the other segment, creating a second gash. Next she slashed both, deepening and widening both of the gouges she'd made. She quickly put the two halves of the staff together and started twirling it with insane speed. The wind in the area picked up, and dust clouds flowed towards her staff. She jumped back and threw the staff at the boulder. The spinning staff cut cleanly through the boulder, grinding it in half with little resistance. After it was on the other side Dorji held her hand out to it. The staff shot back, pulverizing the upper half to smaller rocks with pure windy force. Dorji caught the staff and swung it, blowing all the rocks and dust away. She used the momentum of the swing to turn around, jabbing the end of the staff a few inches away from Katara's throat. Tears streamed down the shorter girl's face, and her hands were trembling. The air stilled again.

Katara slowly put her hand on Dorji's shoulder. The airbender stiffened a little, but didn't resist. Katara smiled at her and slowly lowered Dorji's staff with her other hand before pulling her in for a hug. Dorji dropped the staff and started sobbing. "W-why?" she asked. Katara let her go, and she rubbed her eyes. "Why can't I go a day without crying?"

Katara sat down on the remaining part of the boulder, which had conveniently been cut and smoothed into a serviceable, if a little tall, bench by Dorji's practice. She patted a spot next to her and smiled at Dorji, inviting her to sit next to her. Dorji hesitated, but slowly sat down. She tilted her head slightly to Katara, staring at her.

"When my mother died... It was hard on all of us. And the first few days were the hardest. But... it does get easier. And I'm sure I speak for Sokka as well as myself when I say that we will both be here for you when you need a shoulder to cry on." She sighed. "And I'd have hoped that I could say the same of Aang, but now I'm not sure..."

Dorji whimpered.

Katara scowled. "To be honest, I didn't think Aang would blow up like that. I mean, he was a little touchy when he saw what happened to his old temple, but I thought that that was just from seeing the remains of someone he knew..."

Dorji winced. "Did I... some of the things I told Aang must have hurt him. I should apologize." She tried to get up, but Katara put her hand on her shoulder.

"Don't. I think he should apologize first. He's hurting, yes, but he has no right to take that out on you."

Dorji leaned on Katara. She didn't say anything else, but Katara hugged her.

oOoOo

Aang sighed. He sat at the edge of a small lake near where they had landed, prodding at the water with some attempts at waterbending. "Maybe I shouldn't have..."

Sokka slapped him on the back of his head, then sat down next to him. "Yeah, you really shouldn't have." His tone was annoyed.

"I'm so-"

Sokka slung his arm around Aang's back, clamping his hand on his shoulder. "No. You're gonna listen. You lost your people and found out the world crumbled after you left. I can't even imagine how horrible that feels. But." He tightened his grip. "If you even begin to think that gives you a right to dump all that out on a girl you just met, who recently lost her father, that's unforgiveable. Imagine if some old friend of that one monk guy you were fond of... Gyatso, I think, came out of nowhere and told you that you weren't fit to be the Avatar, or even an Air Nomad. That's what you just did to Dorji."

Aang sighed. "You're right. I should never have said that. I... I'm sorry."

Sokka patted his shoulder. "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, buddy. And first... maybe we should talk a bit. You've got a few issues to work out, clearly."

Aang looked down. "I... I miss them."

"Yeah, that's pretty natural. But what made you lash out at Dorji like that?"

He sighed. "I guess... I'm sure she's not trying to, but she always seems to... remind me they're gone. That I was gone for a hundred years, and my people are long gone." He sniffed and rubbed his eyes. "But... I should never have taken it out on her."

Sokka patted his back. "You know, I know I always complained about the lack of meat and everything, but... If you want to make a traditional Air Nomad dish or something, I'd totally be willing to help." He grinned. "And I'm sure Dorji would, too. But first you gotta apologize to her." He pulled out a scroll. "And I have an idea of something you can do for that."

oOoOo

Dorji had fallen asleep, resting with her head on Katara's shoulder. Katara smiled and stroked her hair gently, as not to wake her. Sokka walked up to her, Aang trailing sheepishly behind.

"I hope you're here to apologize," Katara glared at Aang.

Aang shrank back slightly. "Yeah, I... Shouldn't have taken my feelings out on Dorji." He got out from behind Sokka and faced Dorji. "Dorji, I want to apologize to you," he said, raising his voice to try to wake her up. "My suffering was no excuse for what I said to you. And I was wrong, you may be other things, but you are an Air Nomad, too!"

Dorji, perhaps due to her hearing impairment that she had yet to fully explain to the others, did not react at all to this.

"Maybe you should wait until she wakes up, Aang?" Sokka said.

He nodded. "Right, sorry. Should... should we wake her up or..."

Dorji stirred, then sat up and started rubbing her eyes. "Sorry, did someone try to wake me? You'll need to shake me awake, shouting won't work..." She noticed Aang and stiffened slightly. "R-right. Y-you..." She bit her lip.

Aang placed his hand, a loose fist, on his chest and made a small circular motion with it. The sign, as best he understood the EKSL scroll, for 'sorry.' "I'm sorry," he said, as sincere and contrite as possible. "You reminded me of what I've lost, and I couldn't take that and lashed out at you. But that's not an excuse for how I acted towards you. I understand if you don't forgive me. For what it's worth, you are a real airbender." He smiled. "You are airbending culture, as much as I am. And you have every right to call yourself an Air Nomad."

Dorji sniffed. She rubbed her face, but a few tears fell onto her shirt still. "Th-thank you. And... f-for what it's worth... I'm sorry for hurting you, even if it was unintentional. I'll... I'll try to be more mindful of what I say in the future."

Aang smiled at her. "Thanks. If you want, you could show me that one airbending move. I don't think I'll ever use it on a person, but if I need to cut down a lot of trees really fast I could use it for that?"

She smiled slightly. "Actually... I think I know another move that my grandmother made that might... suit your tastes slightly better. When used on a trained warrior, especially a firebender due to how firebenders train their lungs, it will never cause any lasting damage. And at the same time, it will temporarily disable the person you use it on, especially if they are a firebender."

Aang hugged her. "That sounds great! And later, I can show you some airbending moves of my own!"

Dorji backed up nodded when Aang released her. "I'd like that. But first..." She got into a fighting stance and took a deep breath. "The best way to explain this is with a demonstration. And the best way for you to learn how to do it is to experience it yourself. But I will not do it without your permission, as it can feel... unpleasant."

"Um, is this a good idea?" Sokka asked.

Aang nodded. "Do it. Is there anything I should be paying attention to?"

"Your breath." In a blur, Dorji was suddenly standing inches away from Aang. She paused for just long enough for Aang to focus on her, a rush of wind punctuating her stop, then jabbed him in the solar plexus with two fingers. The amount of force she put into the physical movement was negligible, but Aang still toppled backwards as he felt his lungs empty against his will. He struggled on the ground for a few seconds, finding it hard to regain his stolen breath. Eventually he coughed and shakily took the hand that Dorji had offered him at some point.

"Are you okay, Aang?" Katara asked.

"Gimme... a minute..." he said between pants, a pained grimace on his face as his breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Sorry, I should've mentioned it can be... unpleasant." Dorji said, taking a few steps away from Aang and the others. She looked nervous again.

"No, it's fine," Aang assured her. He chuckled. "I probably should've guessed it wouldn't feel too good, anyway. Still, I can see what you were getting at. And you're sure it doesn't hurt people you use it on?"

She nodded. "Unless you use it on the same person multiple times in a row without letting them breathe, or use it on someone with weak lungs. But a trained soldier should be fine, and the technique will let you take them out of a fight for a few seconds at least, as well as open them up to a finishing move. And most notably, it temporarily disables firebending."

"It disables firebending!?" Sokka parroted, incredulous.

Dorji nodded. "Grandmother made the technique with some principals involved in chi blocking, after performing some... research on firebending." She breathed deeply, in and out, and when she exhaled her breath was very warm. "In fact, she learned that the breathing techniques the Air Nomads used to keep themselves warm in even the coldest of weather were originally based on knowledge given to them by firebenders. Firebending does not come from muscles, but rather the breath. So a technique that disrupts a firebender's ability to breathe..."

"Also disrupts firebending," Sokka finished. "That's... that's amazing!"

"It only lasts a minute or so at best, but it will still throw a firebender off," Dorji continued explaining. "And a master of it can do it from a distance, or even without moving at all, or at least my father and grandmother can. If you need more guidance to learn it, Aang, ask me. But..." Dorji turned to Sokka. "Perhaps you would like to learn chi blocking? You seemed pleased with the concept of disrupting firebending. And it can do more than just disable bending for a few seconds."

He grinned. "That sounds awesome!"

She nodded. "Then let us begin." She collapsed, but still somehow managed to hit the ground lightly. "Tomorrow. I'm tired." She closed her eyes, already asleep.

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reckless with a capital R pt. 1 || claudia & cillian

discord thread featuring; claudia & @cilliankelly

when: december 20th, late night

mentions: @judetaylorhq @robinscnfm

where: east kingsboro

description: cillian and claudia get fucked up, steal a car then crash it

trigger warnings: yeah a lot. drug use, alcohol, DWI, theft, blood, injuries

Cillian

things were getting a bit too overwhelming for cillian. a lot was changing in a very short amount of time and every time he thought about the future he began to panic, his chest so tight with anxiety it was difficult to breathe. he needed to do something dumb. something really dumb. and who did he know that was ALWAYS down to do some really dumb shit? claudia. they were both already absolutely fucked up. cillian didn't remember the last thing he was ever this drunk. physically could not remember. everything was starting to blur a bit to the point where it was hard to even put one foot in front of the other. if only they didn't have to walk at all... claudia was hanging off of claudia, the two not getting very far on their feet, stumbling through the darkened streets of east kingsboro. "i am soooooooo fucked right now, you don't even know. i mean, you DO know, shit," cillian laughed, turning his head to look at claudia. taking his eyes off his feet for two seconds was enough to almost have him tripping over himself, almost taking claudia down with him. "fuck. what a night. we gotta do this more often," he slurred. they used to do this shit all the time when they were dumb teenagers. why did they ever stop? cillian couldn't remember. "we should get outta here. go somewhere." cillian's eyes landed on a car parked just up the street. no one was around. cillian smiled mischievously over at claudia. "i think i just had an idea," he sang.

Claudia.

Claudia and Cillian’s relationship had change a little bit recently. But in actuality...had it really changed at all? They still felt the same way about each other that they always had. Things were just clearer now. Their dynamic hadn’t really changed, so they both still made dumb decisions together. This might be on the list of one of the dumbest things they were ever going to do. Claudia had pregamed this. She’d done one too many lines of coke before they went to the bar in the middle of the day on a Sunday. Then, Claudia went to the bathroom and did more likes of coke. Shot after shot after shot had been downed by the pair. Why? They were both self hateful people who fed off of each other’s hatred for themselves. They didn’t care what happened to themselves which was one of the many reasons they gravitated towards each other. They stumbled out of the midnight rodeo after literally being kicked out. “I hate this hick bar anyway!” She yelled, turning to give the bartender the middle finger even though she would have kicked out anyone acting remotely as stupid out of Blue. They walked on the street, hanging on each other like the dumbasses they were. Claudia’s green eyes followed Cillian’s and she immediately knew what he was thinking. “I’m driving!!!” She spurred, running and nearly tripping over herself and she nearly hugged the luxury car that was parked on the street. “How do you wan’ bet its locked?” She mused before she was actually opening the fucking driver side door. “Oh shit.”

Cillian

cillian was actually laughing, watching claudia run ahead of him towards the car. he was suddenly serious though when the door actually opened, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ as his eyes widened. “holy fucking shiiiiit, are you kidding me?! fuck,” he breathed as he reached claudia at the car. this nice a car? unlocked? in east kingsboro? the only thing that could be stupider is if— cillian reached into the car and lowered the sun visor on the driver side. and just like that, they keys fell into the driver seat. it couldn’t be that easy. it’s like the guy was asking for it, honestly. cillian widened his eyes even further, his eyes meeting claudia’s. “claudia. holy fuggin’ shit.”

Claudia.

No way. This wasn’t real. It was like this car was just asking to be stolen. What dumbass would actually leave their car just chilling, unlocked on the street in New York City. They had to steal it now. “Lemme, lemme.” She said, snatching the keys from him but immediately dropping them as soon as they were in her hands. She cursed under her breath in Spanish as she bent down to pick them up. Except! She fell right onto the snowing ground right on her ass. She mumbled some more Spanish profanities under her breath as she struggled to stand up. “Maybe you.” She decided, waving the keys in the air towards him.

Cillian

cillian couldn’t help it. claudia was in her ass and he nearly doubled over laughing. he was really fucking drunk and that was maybe the funniest thing he had ever seen. even funnier though was when claudia offered him the keys. now. cillian didn’t drive. couldn’t drive. didn’t even have a license. but seeing claudia on her ass in the snow made cillian feel like him getting behind the wheel was still the safer bet. he took the keys from her before pulling her up on her feet, nearly falling on his ass in the process. after a good deal of giggling and stumbling in the snow, they were both in the car, cillian behind the wheel and claudia in the passenger seat. they were really gonna do this. they were gonna steal this car. cillian admittedly felt a bit anxious, but he was drunk enough that he was also feeling invincible. he could definitely do this. how hard could it be. he tightened his hands around the wheel and took a breath before turning the key and starting the car. he smirked over at claudia in the passenger seat, wiggling his eyebrows for good measure. “you fuckin ready for this?”

Claudia.

Even on her ass, Claudia still had an attitude. “Fuck you!” She exclaimed, giving him two middle fingers. She couldn’t help but through her head back as she laughed along with him though. Because this was hilarious. She didn’t know how much of this she would remember in the morning, but she was happy right now. Or at least she was happy being miserable with Cillian for now. That was what they did after all. Claudia huffed as Cillian pulled her to her feet, jumping slightly as she hiked up her black jeans. She couldn’t believe they were about to stealing this fucking car. She put her seatbelt on. Why? She wasn’t sure. She was stealing a fucking car, so the fact that she was making a semi responsible choice was beside her. Anyway. She looked over at Cillian and nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek for good luck. Guess they did that now? “Ready.” She slurred, bracing herself for whatever the hell was about to happen.

Cillian

cillian felt really good. like he could do absolutely anything. suddenly his problems were behind him, he couldn’t even remember what they were. all he knew was that claudia was beside him, encouraging him, and they were about to steal this fucking car. what was that line from that movie? the one with boat? “i’m king on the world!” cillian shouted, throwing the car into drive and speeding forward, skidding slightly as he did so. he hadn’t taken into account how slick the street would be with the snow, or how dark it was, or how he really had no idea what he was doing. he didn’t see the concrete road divider up ahead in time. “shit,” he breathed, eyes widening as he swerved to the right to miss it. but it was too late and the driver’s side collided with the road block. the car spun out to the right before coming to a stop. it felt like everything was moving in slow motion and yet it was over in an instant. between the adrenaline, shock, and alcohol in his system, cillian didn’t feel any pain immediately. he struggled to breathe at first, the airbag having deployed, knocking the air out of him. his first instinct was to look to claudia, though he couldn’t speak right away, forcing out a cough instead, trying to collect himself. shit shit shit. “claudia?” he sputtered out eventually, reaching for her. “you okay?”

Claudia.

There was a brief few moments in which Claudia felt completely invincible. Theses were the types of moments that she lived for. The moments that actually made her feel something besides complete numbness or utter despair. Right now she felt like she was flying. Most literally too. She felt her face hit the airbag with a force that was painful in and off itself, but when the force made her head jerk back and hit the back of the seat. Now that hurt. Fuck. The car was spinning out control and Claudia felt everything stop. She took a moment, the initial shock of it all making her freeze. She couldn’t feel anything. Not yet. Which surprised her. But she was fucked up and in shock. Absolute shock. She took a sharp breath in, remembering that she needed to breathe. “C?” She choked out, weakly turning her head to face the male. Her eyes widened and her heart stopped. He was fucked up. She checked herself. She was...okay compared to Cillian. “Cil. Oh my god! You’re bleeding.” She cried out in an absolute panic as she pointed to his leg. What could they do? They needed to get the fuck out of here. They couldn’t wait for help to arrive or else they’d both go to jail. Think, Claudia. Think. Jude? No he’d kill them. Where were they? Ellie maybe! She practically fell out of the smoking car and hobbled over to the driver’s side. “Get out. I’m calling Ellie.” She commanded weakly.

Cillian

cillian was fucked up. it hadn’t quite registered yet. he was more concerned with claudia for the moment, choking out a relieved sort of wheeze when she responded to him. thank fuck, he thought, his head lolling back so that he was faced with the airbag now which was starting to deflate. the pain he felt first was his face, surprisingly enough. he tasted blood and thought that maybe his nose was bleeding. he wasn’t sure. he touched his face absently and winced. he’d definitely have a pretty bad bruise. he didn’t think to look down until claudia mentioned his leg, and though the pain still wasn’t registering, his eyes widened and he felt nauseous at the sight of it. it felt unreal. like this wasn’t happening to him but to someone else. an out of body experience. “holy shit holy shit holy shit,” he swore repeatedly under his breath. sure enough, there was blood and panic began to set in as he realized what that probably meant. claudia was at his side suddenly, urging him to get out of the car. cillian knew they had to get out of there and fast. they’d been committing a crime. literal grand theft auto. they couldn’t be anywhere near the car if they wanted to get away with this. cillian’s brain somehow seemed to be one step ahead of the rest of his body. he couldn’t move. “i can’t— fuck, claudia i can’t fucking move, i think i— fuck, i think it’s broken,” he rasped. they had to get out of there and he didn’t trust that claudia could carry him anywhere in her present condition. he was disoriented as fuck and a little dizzy, either from the shock or the blood loss. cillian didn’t know shit about first aid. when claudia mentioned ellie’s name he nodded urgently. “yeah, fuck, call ellie.” he looked around, paranoid that someone would be coming to check on them at any moment. cillian reached for claudia, his heart in his throat as he continued to have to remind himself to breath. “help me.”

#discord #cillian #tw: car accident #tw: blood #tw: substance abuse

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Chapter 2

Genre: DystopianFuture!au; Prison!au; historical and mythological characters; based on the Fate/ anime series. Fluff, Angst, Smut (it’s gonna be real smutty in some chapters 😳) Action and fighting will be a definite theme.

Pairing: poly!Ot7 X Reader

A/N: there will be some three(maybe even more)some smut in future chapter

Warnings: Mentions of killing and murder; swearing; mentions of abusive behavior, (SMUT!! Mature content) Handjob, Talk of male masturbation and being turned on.

Word Count: 5.3k+

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You sat on the olive green couch that was placed in their living room. There were many rips and stains, definitely not up to par with the luxury that you were used to in your former life.

Part of being summoned meant that you were instilled with the knowledge and history of what had happened since your death. And your purpose here in this game. It was a lot to take in, it had been quite a long time from when you last walked the earth.

It was strange, you couldn’t quite remember how you’d died. Everything about that was fuzzy, you remembered all of your previous life, everything was there except any details surrounding how you might have met your end. You’d always thought you were immortal, I mean, you were a GODDESS . What could possibly kill a god...except maybe another god. That was a thought you couldn’t let linger in your mind, you didn’t think you had any enemies that would have hated you enough to try and kill you.

You saw the garage door that you had entered the house from swing open. It was your master! You had barely started getting up, a large smile glowing on your face upon seeing him, when he- without looking your way - stormed out the front door of the house.

The guilt you felt made your stomach sink. You were telling the truth, you had no idea how to turn off this curse that was upon you. In your former life, humans and gods alike found you irresistible, an aura surrounding you that made men and sometimes even women fall into a frenzy of want and lust. It had gotten you into much trouble.

You actually had been married to a man named Hephaestus or as the Romans called him Vulcan, he preferred to go by the latter. Where as you preferred your Greek name over Venus the one nicknamed to you by the Romans.

You never quite liked Vulcan the way he liked you. He had also been captivated by you and the curse that drew men and gods to you. You had many affairs and other lovers, none of them meant much to you. Sometimes you just couldn��t help yourself, you had felt trapped in the marriage you were in, and you literally could get any man you wanted if you were feeling like escaping to somewhere else.

These seven men here you had just met seemed to be just as taken by the throes of the animalistic lustful curse. You had feelings of hate towards yourself about it, you wished you could turn it off. You knew what it would mean for them to win this war, and for you. If the war was won your soul would get to finally get peace in death, if you lose you’d sit in oblivion waiting for your next turn to fight again.

Your master didn’t seem very happy with you. As much as you could feel his need towards you, his heart and his eyes seemed to be cold when he had looked at you.

He was such a beautiful man, and you wanted nothing more than to make him happy and obey, you wanted him and your team to win. You wanted him to like you and approve of you. He seemed disappointed that it was you who was summoned to him, your heart ached because of that.

One by one the men from the garage started to file in. Two went to their rooms and some went to the kitchen and started making food. All of them but one avoiding eye contact with you and keeping away from you all together.

The vibes in the air were awkward to say the least.

But, one of the men stood by the door, staring at you with a big grin, biting at a silver lip ring piercing his plush lower lip.

You couldn’t help but roll your lip between your teeth as well. He was so beautiful, with his jet black hair and gorgeous features, you could’ve easily mistaken any of these men for a god too if you didn’t know better.

He groaned softly tipping his head slightly back as he watched you bite your lip back at him.

With all the restraint that he could muster he started walking towards you and sat on the couch next to you, but with as much distance as he could put between the two of you.

“I’m Jimin” he spoke with words spilling from his lips like a song.

“Nice to meet you Jimin” you returned

“Sorry for all of our behavior here, I hope you don’t feel unwelcome but it's going to be difficult for us to be around you.”

You nodded in understanding, disappointed but not surprised that they were reacting the way that they were.

“Will master at least talk to me?” you pouted

“Ah, Sorry but I have a feeling he’s going to be the most difficult to get along with out of all of us”

You frowned and stared down into your lap.

Jimin’s head spun around in all directions, like he was looking to see if any of the eyes in the house were on the two of you.

Upon seeing they weren’t he scooched a little closer to you.

“Hey, we aren’t supposed to do anything with you...touch you or…” he trailed off, his eyes scanning you hungrily up and down. “I wouldn’t tell anyone though, if we did...if you wanted” he smirked

“JIMIN I HEARD THAT” a voice shouted from the kitchen angrily, followed by a tall brown haired man stomping your way.

“Shiiiiit” Jimin chuckled, “I gotta work on my whispering huh? This small fuckin’ house” he shook his head.

The tall man was now standing in front of the two of you, hands on his hips. Your eyes level with the erection in his pants that still didn't seem to have gone down.

He saw you staring and blushed, quickly putting more distance between himself and you.

“Jimin, we need help in the kitchen.” He grumbled. “I’m Namjoon by the way” he said towards you quietly as he left back to the kitchen.

“Ahh, looks like our time here is being cut short. Don’t worry pretty lady, we will be seeing a lot of eachother” he stood up and sent a wink your way as he went to join the older man.

After the men were finished cooking, one by one they started to join you where you still sat in the living room. Three of them sitting on the floor with their dinner plates and the one called Namjoon sitting in the chair next to the couch, placing his plate right on his boner hoping to hide it. Making you feel quite strange for being all alone on the couch while they sat on the hard wooden floor.

“I-I can sit on the floor if you want the couch I don’t mind” you mumbled at them

A heavily tattooed boy with brown hair glanced at you quickly before returning his eyes to his plate.

“Nah, that’s okay” he shook his head.

There was silence for a long time while they ate.

“Um...hyung where is she gonna sleep” Jimin suddenly gasped out. “We can’t make her sleep on the couch.”

The heads on the ground suddenly shot up and stared wide eyed at Namjoon then to you.

“Oh…” he murmured

At that moment Yoongi walked in through the front door. He glanced your way for a moment and then to the rest of the group, “I’m going to bed” he said shortly starting to walk towards his room.

“What about her? Where's she sleeping?” Namjoon yelled to him.

Yoongi groaned and turned around rolling his eyes, “I don’t care. The couch? You figure it out Namjoon.” He snapped

His words hurt you, making you feel worse than you already did. He was your master, but you could tell he wished he wasn’t. Your curse made everyone love you but hate you for making them love you, and that's why you thought of it as a curse. Your husband hated you for it, all the men you had been with before either after having sex had acused you of being a witch and putting a spell on them forcing them to want you. Or they would just want to claim you, and you’d become an object of their obsession. While it was true that it was some sort of spell, it’s not like you wanted it to be that way. You wished they could have just loved you for you.

Namjoon sighed as Yoongi stomped away.

“I hate to ask you to sleep on the couch, it's a shit couch. But I don’t really see any other option. I don’t think we trust ourselves to sleep in the same room that close to you” he decided

“Its okay. I’m fine here. Whatever makes you happy I obey” you softly spoke staring down at your hands in your lap.

One of the men who hadn’t introduced himself yet, let out a small groan. “I like the way that sounds” the blonde man spoke.

“Jin!” The brown haired man scolded and punched him in the shoulder.

“Sorry Taehyung I can’t help it! She’s so perfect.” he grumbled

After some talking amongst themselves basically ignoring you now, only talking about you as if you weren’t right there, they all went off to bed. Leaving you alone on the couch. You really didn’t mind. But part of you wanted to go find your master and curl up next to him, you felt yourself drawn to him. Despite his grumpy attitude he really seemed like a good guy, you wanted him to accept you.

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The next day they all gathered together in the living room. You had woken up to them talking strategy about the war.

“Morning gorgeous” a friendly voice rang out when you opened your eyes.

This black haired boy was one that had gone to bed early last night, so you had figured he was going to be one to avoid you, the friendliness was unexpected.

“Morning” a small smile on your lips as you sat up.

The man was sitting on the floor leaning his back on the couch where you had been sleeping.

He had his head turned around and his eyes were full of lust looking you over.

“I’m Hoseok by the way, you can call me Hobi if you want” he winked

All the other men were glaring at him. You sighed. You could tell that your presence was straining on their friendship, and that made you feel guilty.

“Don’t worry we’re gonna try and be on our best behavior” Jimin spoke while looking over each of the other boys with a mischievous look “I’m pretty sure all of us rubbed one out at least once this morning to try and get ourselves under control” He chuckled.

Jin nodded proudly, unashamed to admit that Jimin was right.

“I know for sure Jungkook did too, he can’t seem to be quiet when he does” Jin laughed loudly.

Jungkook who was sitting on the floor across the room from you gasped “HYUNG!” he looked embarrassed “Don’t say that in front of her”

“It’s fine” you assured “You guys shouldn’t feel embarrassed about stuff like this, I know the effect that I have. I’m sorry. But the least I can do is be understanding of how you feel. If you do want to-” you started

Namjoon cut you off “Don't.” he shook his head quickly “If you’re about to offer yourself to us, dont. We agreed that we wouldn’t and you telling us its okay to would be way too hard to resist. It’d be easier if we just tried to ignore it.”

You shrugged. “Oh.”

“Anyways” Namjoon continued, clearing his throat and adjusting himself in his pants. Your words had obviously already had an effect on him. He couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to resist taking you for his own if you had offered it to him. “We were talking strategy for the game”

You looked around the circle of the six men, one was missing. The one that should’ve been there more than any of them.

“Where’s master?” you sweetly questioned before Namjoon spoke again.

Jimin was the one to answer, “he’s out working on the car.” was all he said.

“Anyways!” Namjoon repeated, starting to get annoyed. Maybe part of his annoyance coming from the way that you referred to Yoongi as master. He knew that was what he was to you, but there was a part of him that was jealous of that.

“We were saying that since the war starts in about six days it’d be best if we figured out how we were going to win this thing. We’d like to use your power to try and distract the other team. Do you have any weapons that we should know about that you can use?” He directed his gaze at you.

You shook your head “No weapons but I do have some spells, and in this world I have incredible strength and hand to hand combat skills as well, I’m pretty acrobatic and my fighting style is close to Aikido mixed with Jiu Jistsu. I can also levitate when I need to.”

Hoseok turned his head to you again “Damn girl.” raised his eyebrows surprised.

They all nodded in agreement with Hoseok’s statement of awe.

“Okay so what kind of spells? And most importantly what’s your noble phantasm?” Taehyung questioned

You awkwardly adjusted yourself so that you could try and face all of them. “Well. For spells, They are mostly hypnotizing spells, I can make people see what I want them to see, confuse and disorient them, not really anything in the way of attacking but I could for example make someone think that their own teammate is me or one of you so they attack them.”

Jin’s eyes widened “Thats fucked up.” he gasped

“But useful” Namjoon added

“And your noble phantasm?” Taehyung asked again

“I-I’m kind of embarrassed of it” you shyly whispered. “It’s not a weapon or anything like the other servants will probably have. It goes in line with the effect you are all already feeling. It basically is what is happening to you already, but one that I can control that's like 100 times stronger. It would basically immobilize anyone with the feelings of lust that overcome them” you admit

Jimin started to roar with laughter “So they’d just freeze and jizz their pants” he continued to laugh holding his stomach and rolling on the ground.

“I told you it was kind of embarrassing” you mumbled and pouting at his making fun of you.

“Ah don’t be embarrassed goddess.” Hoseok soothed “It could be really useful.”

“Though I can’t imagine anyone being more taken by you than we already are” Jimin added in.

They all seemed to be warming up to you, not as angry and more relaxed when they spoke to you, even though you could tell their feelings of lust hadn’t lessened.

You continued to talk strategy, deciding that it was best to try and scope out which of the other servants were men and work from there. The Archer class servant would probably pose a threat since he didn’t have to get up close to you, it would be easy for him to avoid being taken by your spell. Assassin would probably be easiest they predicted, as they usually had to get up close for their fighting, as long as it was a man you had a good chance of using your powers to seduce him once he was in range.

You didn't necessarily like the idea of using your literal powers of seduction on victims in this battle, but it was all you had to work with if you wanted to stay alive, and keep these men that you were growing quite fond of alive as well.

You heard the front door open and Yoongi stomped in loudly.

“Sup” Jimin yelled over to him.

Yoongi trailed his eyes over the group of men, eyes finally landing on you.

“Mn” he grunted, shooting dagger eyes your way while slightly biting his lip. Then turning his line of sight back to Jimin “I’m going out. Need a part for the car”

“Hi Master” you tried sweetly to get his attention.

To your dismay he just ignored you and grabbed a jacket, leaving back through the door he had just come through slamming it on his way out.

“Ah, don’t mind him” Jimin shook his head at the door Yoongi had stormed out of, then glancing at you. “It’s not your fault, he was cranky even before you got here” he chuckled.

You still couldn’t help but feel so guilty for your failure to impress and please you master. He couldn’t even stand to be around you.

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For the next couple days Yoongi still avoided you, but the rest of your team was more than welcoming and friendly. They couldn’t seem to leave you alone, always asking you if you wanted to hangout with them, and feeding you fancy meals that you could tell they weren’t used to cooking just to impress you.

The house was small and there wasn’t much to do, they’d sometimes play cards or board games to pass the time. Occasionally you’d accidently brush a hand or even your body against one of the men while moving around the house. They’d always gasp and recoil quickly stiffening up and getting awkward.

Jimin had told you all of them had to keep pleasuring themselves more than usual just to be near you without breaking the rules Namjoon had put on them. Once you’d even noticed that Jungkook had to run out of the room after you’d accidentally brushed your hand against his leg. He was gone to the bathroom for a suspiciously long time before returning with his face red and flushed and a shy look on his face.

The media and camera crews had started to flood into the prison, setting up for the war. Setting up for the grand bloodbath of a show.

You had to do a short interview with some of them and take some pictures so they could release your name, class, and powers to the public. They did your hair and makeup for you in a studio that you were brought to, and gave you an elegant red shimmering dress to wear. Your whole team accompanied you to the place where you were to be interviewed. Unfortunately some of the crew were men and Namjoon and Hoseok had to step in a few times, barking at the camera men to keep their distance from you as they fell under your spell.

As your master, Yoongi had to sit in on the interview as well, he kept his answers short and somehow managed to go the whole time without saying a single word to you. Rushing off as soon as it was over.

You weren’t allowed to see the other team’s interviews as none of you were allowed to get any details on the other servants and teams that you hadn’t found out on your own.

On your fourth night living with them, they had all gone to sleep and you were settling yourself down on the couch with the gray knitted blanket they had given you to use when you heard footsteps coming towards you.

“Hey” a whisper echoed in the dark.

You sat up to see Taehyung standing over you. “Hi?” you returned.

He kneeled down and got eye level with you. “I can’t sleep, can I sit with you for a bit?” though you couldn’t see him well, you could tell he had a cute smile on his face.

You nodded “Of course Taehyung”

You moved to the side letting him sit next to you.

He grinned and joined you on the couch.

“So tell me about you. I know from stories and books, but did they get anything wrong?” he wondered.

You laughed lightly “Um. I actually did have Namjoon go pick up a book on greek mythology yesterday so I could skim through it out of curiosity. Yeah they got some stuff wrong.”

“Like what!” Taehyung whispered, excitedly bouncing in his seat

“I never had any children. Gods didn’t really give birth. They just kind of… appeared.” you shrugged. “They said I had children...I found that very strange.”

Taehyung nodded, “Oh okay. Anything else? I’m really just curious, you don’t have to”

“No its fine. They did get a lot right. I was married, am married? I don’t really know how that works...and I had many affairs that I’m not proud of. My husband wasn’t a good god though. Not to me at least. He was always angry and jealous and wanted to keep me locked up and all to himself” you hissed out at your memories of Vulcan.

“No shit?” Taehyung gasped surprised “I’d read that you were but I was kinda hoping that part wasn’t true” He hung his head disappointed. “Not that I’m judging or anything, I guess I’m just a little jealous” he laughed.

“I’d like to think that the ‘til death do us part’, section of marriage vows applies here, so maybe I can say I’m not married anymore” you giggled. Then grew serious “I never loved him” you turned your head to Taehyung meeting his eyes in the darkness.

“Have you ever loved anyone?” he asked returning your serious tone.

You shook your head. “No. Funny though huh? I’m the goddess of love but I’ve never loved.” you frowned, not actually finding it funny at all, “I just could never tell if they actually wanted me, or if the curse on me told them they had to want me. How could I ever trust a love like that”

Taehyung looked at you with a pitying expression “That’s actually really sad. I understand though. I’d like to think I’d still be head over heels for ya if you didn’t have that spell on me” he winked your way with a smirk.

You just sighed in return and paused for a while. “But there really isn’t any way to know that is there?”

Taehyung stared at you for a while, an expression you couldn’t quite make out on his face through the darkness.

Then suddenly he moved close to you, so close you could feel his breath against your face.

“Shh.” he whispered, his hungry eyes staring at your lips. “If they find out I was here...that could be big trouble” he quietly spoke

You nodded.

Then taking you by surprise he was pressing his lips against your own, his hands trailing up and down your sides as he did. He groaned softly into your mouth, his tongue flicking against your lips until you invited him in.

You knew you shouldn’t, but you were used to men throwing themselves at you like this, and you yourself loved to indulge your own lustful fantasies. You can’t say you hadn’t thought about this before with each of them at different times, but you didn’t want to make them fight or cause jealousy between the group.

Right now with Taehyung's tongue swirling with your own, and his hands cupping your breasts, you have to admit you wished this could’ve happened sooner.

“You’ve been such a tease” he whispered against you, pulling back from the kiss and lightly licking up the side of your neck. Then grabbing your sides in a strong grip and positioning you so you were laying down on the couch and he could hover over you.

Your mind flashed back to your previous life.

Vulcan screaming at you in your room as he threw a vase so close to your head that it could’ve hit you. Maybe he was aiming for you. It had shattered against the wall behind you. Tears in his eyes he yelled out “Why do you always have to be such a tease? You are MINE Aphrodite, MINE. If I ever catch you with another man again. I swear on all the gods on Mount Olympus I will make sure you can never sleep with anyone ever again.”

You winced at that memory, causing Taehyung to notice and pull back from the aggressive kisses he was placing all over your neck and shoulders.

“Did I do something wrong?” he gasped out with a worried look.

“No. It’s fine. It’s not your fault” you muttered. Its mine, its always mine.

Taehyung took that to mean that he could continue where he’d left off, now planting softer kisses on your collar bones. He started to grind his hips into yours, you could feel his erection pressing against your core as he did. With a small moan he took the straps of your dress and tugged them down off of your shoulders, exposing you to him.

“Oh fuck” he breathed out. Eyes wide as he stared down at your breasts. You could feel his cock twitch in his pants against you.

He started to speed up his grinding against you as he lowered his head to bring one of your nipples into his mouth. Flicking it quickly with his tongue then sucking and releasing it with a popping sound.

Your hands trailed down your to the hem of your dress and pulled it up slightly, so you were naked there too, as you hadn’t been wearing any panties.

Your fingers now started to unbutton the black jeans he had been wearing.

“Damn” Taehyung gasped, his eyes closed and his expression showing how much he was lost in the pleasure that was you.

You pulled out his long and thick cock, it was obvious how hard and needy it had been for you. You started to run your hand up and down his shaft, causing a series of moans a gasps to escape his now quivering lips. His body jerked every so often when something you did with your hand was especially to his liking, and when you figured out one that really sent him into a state of bliss you kept up with it.

He lowered his head to the crook of your neck, keeping his hips raised enough that you could continue to pleasure him.

He turned and lightly nipped at your ear, “Fuck baby, you’re too good at this” he grunted out.

You sped up your pace of up and down, sometimes all the way, sometimes just focusing on the head of his now throbbing and rock hard cock.

“Just like that baby. Don’t stop...its so…” he whined. Starting to move his hips into your hand as you gripped him.

You brought the hand that wasn’t on his cock to the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair as he buried his face into your neck, sucking and leaving marks that you were sure were going to end up being a problem to hide. You didn’t want to stop him though. The way his face was formed in an expression of pure pleasure and need. You loved it. You craved making men feel this way. Taehyung looked so incredible like this.

“I-I’m g-gonna...fuck fuck fuck” he gasped out, his body starting to tense. You sped up your pace even further as you could feel him approaching his high.

“Ohhhh shit” he groaned. His hips now stuttering as he released his cum onto your stomach, some getting on the dress that hadn't been fully pulled off of you. His cock twitching in your hand as you continued to milk every last drop of cum out onto yourself.

Taehyung was shaking and gasping as he pulled himself up from you.

“Holy shit.” he breathed out with a smile. “You’re so good” he leaned down and planted a kiss on your cheek. “I could do that all night. I bet you could too huh baby” he muttered into your ear.

He stood off the couch and buttoned himself back into his pants, then went and got something to clean you up with so you could re dress yourself as well.

You sat up and pointed to the hickey now left on your neck. “This might be a problem” you giggled

Taehyung’s face fell in shock “OH fuck. I didn’t even realize I did that…shit.SHIT” he whispered yet still managed to emphasize the obscenities that fell from his lips.

He thought for a moment with slight embarrassment and worry on his face.

“Maybe...just tell him you scratched your neck too hard or something” He suggested.

“I really don’t think that it looks like anything but what it is Taehyung” you chuckled “But I’ll try”

Taehyung pouted. “Yeah, lets try. They’d be so pissed if they knew I got to you first.”

You sighed at his comment. Like he thought of you as a fun toy that he got to play with that his brothers didn’t. You were used to being thought of this way, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Men would use you for your beauty and toy with your body like a possession. You expected him to be done with you now, to get up and leave. But he didn’t.

“Hey sorry I got carried away. You know none of us can think of anything but doing things like what I did when we are with you. I guess I just have the worst self control out of all of them” he sighed “Wait...unless they have?” he suddenly realized that could be a possibility.

You laughed and shook your head “No just you for now”

“Oh for now huh?” his eyes narrowed, but his lips were pulled into a playful smirk. “Hmm. I don’t really like to share”

“Yeah no one ever does it seems” you stated, a lingering memory of your husband in the back of your mind.

“I would if it was what you really wanted though. Our teammates like you like I do. And as much as i’ll be jealous. Like, really really jealous. If it was what you really wanted…” he stared at you, his eyes filled with seriousness and honesty.

“Wait what?” you stuttered out. “No one has ever…”

“Ahh I’m not saying go rush off and fuck anyone you see. I still want to keep what we did a secret. Namjoon’s rules and all. I’m just saying I’d rather share than have none of you if you know what I mean”

This was something new to you. Every man you’d been with only wanted to own you, to lock you away all for himself. Taehyungs honest words really struck something in you that you’d never felt before. Tears started to form in your eyes, you held them back as much as you could but one slipped out falling down your cheek.

“Hey hey, I didn’t mean to upset you. I know you can’t help this...If you didn’t want any of this I’m so sorry” His voice filled with concern

“No it's not that,” you muttered “Taehyung you are one of the nicest men I’ve ever met. All of you are, I can tell master is good too even though he avoids me. I’m glad that it was all of you that I got summoned to.” You smiled kindly at him “And I’m glad we did what we did”

Taehyung relaxed and leaned back into the couch. “Ah, Good. I’m glad you’re here too. Thank you” he added with a genuine smile. “I hope we can do this again” he winked and at that got up off of the couch.

“I’m going to go to bed so its not suspicious, as much as I’d love for you to join me I think they’d notice”

You nodded with a smile “Goodnight Taehyung.”

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