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#sighs. what i'm saying is that we're strangers to each other. and i cannot keep loving someone who doesn't exist anymore
cherikolya · 1 year
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— 'CAUSE YOU LOVE ME AND MY LITTLE DARK MIND
RECEIVERS。director/actor!nikolai gogol x actress!fem!reader
WISHCARD。“ …… there will be no more of me — no offers, no help, no guidance, no prestige. I will even promise to never mention your name to anyone in order to keep you away from my business. Naturally, this means we won't fuck anymore, let alone be together for professional reasons. A total stranger. How about that? No 'you' and no 'me'. Fair and square, isn't it?”
BOUQUET。smut with plot 18+, toxic and very unhealthy relationship, power imbalance, blackmail, heavy manipulation, age gap (nikolai's in 30s, reader's in early 20s), unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), orgasm denial, hints of humiliation/degradation kink, rough-handling, dom/sub undertones, mean/toxic!nikolai, immaturity, dark content, extra comment
PRICE。approx. 4.6k words
FREEGIFT。ur perfect i hate it (mickey valen), three feet away (vanglowe)
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“Your lips, they're so sweet, you know?”
A soft and feminine giggle echoed in the room accompanied by his frustrated groan.
“If you're just gonna brush those pretty lips for giggles, get off me.” Nikolai rasped, yet his hands squeezed her waist tighter, pulling her closer that she might as well grind on him. She stood her stance, placing both her hands on his chest to keep her distance.
“Fuck.” he breathed, only receiving her small chuckle. Eager, Nikolai buried his fingers in the back of her head, tugging her so close that their lips were grazing each other, sharing warm and needy breaths.
“Isabelle!”
The door swung open as you made hasty big steps towards the bed where the couple were cradling each other. Isabelle grumbled, sitting upright on top of Nikolai as she turned to you.
“Can't you knock, Irina? You just knew when to come in the right moment, don't you?” Isabelle sighed and you also sighed, the heel of your palm pressed hard against your forehead in frustration.
“Isabelle, I can't keep covering your ass every time the Executor wants to meet you. I know you hated seeing him and all, but there are times when I am heavily occupied with other orders,” you spoke out, voice certainly sounding disappointed and tired. Your eyes drooped, clearly showing your exhaustion.
“Hm... The Executor just needs his best soldier, and there are more of us than just me alone. Right, my Knight?” Isabelle giggled as she wrapped her arms around Nikolai's head, pulling him close that his chin was resting right on her cleavage. His eyes pierced straight into her, full of longing and hidden yearning.
“Yes, my Love.”
Fuck.
“God... Isabelle, this is no time for... Ugh, you!” you raised your voice towards Nikolai and as soon as his eyes glared at you, you found it hard to breathe — as if he was truly pissed off.
“What?”
Nikolai's eyes felt too hard. It truly feels like he was mad that you cut his moment to be with his lover. Even his hard tone felt threatening and intimidating, though it was supposed to sound that way since it was his role. You felt timid under his stare, although your role needed to be sterner and louder than his.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck...! What's my line again..?!
Say something, fuck..!
“Cut!”
“Fuck.” you cursed under your breath. The tension in the air started to disperse as you watched Nikolai parted his closeness with his acting partner.
“We're gonna start again,” Nikolai said but before he could move to his first position, his partner held his arm as she dismounted Nikolai's body. “Lynn...” he mumbled her name — which you were sure was shortened from Gracelynn. She and Nikolai were friends in the industry after all.
“Let's take a break, Kolya. She needs it.” Gracelynn said, smiling sweetly at you and you cannot help but clasp your hands together, apologizing.
“I'm sorry. I messed up again.”
“No, no, it's fine! I understand. We can always take a break after some shots. You don't mind yeah, Kolya?” Gracelynn asked, grinning at Nikolai who immediately put up a nice smile.
“Yeah. Yeah, malyshka. Let's take a break.” Nikolai stretched himself before he sat up properly from the mattress. Some of the crews started to approach the three of you including your manager who was bringing your jacket and a juice box.
“You don't sound pleased,” Gracelynn commented as she draped her padding jacket over her revealing costume. Nikolai snickered but his eyes gazed over at you quick, and you just had to avoid his eyes at all costs.
Nikolai had expressed his disapproval of having to repeat a scene many times. One thing the director and the actor, Nikolai Gogol disliked was slow and sluggish actors. He did not feel pleased having to repeat the same thing over and over, it felt like he was stuck in a loop.
“Don't be too harsh on her, Kolya! Come on, I thought she's your favourite protégé?” Gracelynn chuckled as she gave you a light hug. Nikolai laughed softly.
“Oh, of course,” he replied, short. Gracelynn gasped dramatically.
“Oh, so the rumour is true, then? Wow, you sly guy. Hey, don't be too close to him, alright? He's not nice.” you only smiled at Gracelynn's comment before she reassured you once more. She then left to her space, wanting to get a quick snack before continuing the shoot.
“Do you want to eat too?” your manager asked. You looked at him and then glanced at Nikolai who still had his eyes on you, despite his crews around him, offering napkins and water. You looked down, feeling disheartened and upset.
“I'll just... I'll just go back to my green room. I need to be alone right now, I'm sorry,” you said. Your manager nodded, understanding. You gave him a smile before you left the set and walked to your green room — your personal space when you're out of the shooting set.
You made sure to close the door — everyone knows the rule to knock, right? You plopped yourself down onto the couch, sighing loudly. For this scene, it was your fourth try. Every scene before was perfectly done as your character has yet to meet Nikolai's character. But once Nikolai's in the picture, it was hard to act as good as before.
It was all because of his lies.
You remembered the very first day, you two were teasing this forbidden affair. Fucking your director on the studio's bed, him promising you a role as his intimate acting partner, him reassuring that no one — not even the media and paparazzi — will know about this little secret between you two.
You knew, crossing the line of professionalism to get to him was more than dangerous. What would the media say if they found out a young rising star was fucking an established well-known director for more jobs? How would your PR team react if they knew the real reason for you being late was that you spent the night at your senior's expensive penthouse? How would your colleagues in the same industry think of you if they saw how you earned Nikolai's favouritism? What would your accountant say if he found out how you got your expensive garments?
You were crossing, no, leaping over the line. You knew you did not fuck, go on a date and sleep together with Nikolai because you wanted more opportunities. You did not do those for your career.
You were simply craving him.
And he knew how to play a marionette well.
Unknown date, the time was ten o'clock at night, and the location was an elite penthouse.
“You're so sexy, love. My, look at you, all messy here,” you whined when Nikolai groped your heated ass, kneading it as his nails buried deeply into the skin. He spread your ass apart, revealing a cum-filled condom that was stuffed into your asshole and your cunt that was sticky with a white substance, glistening. His fingers then pinched the condom, pulling out from your little hole as you mewled softly.
“Lewd woman, letting me fuck your cunt raw. D'you wanna get pregnant so badly? I don't think I'd want a child when I have some years left before hitting forty,”
“Oh, fuck...”
Snap! Snap!
“Mmh... Nikolai—”
“Shush and stay pretty,” he said as he took a couple of photos more before he laid next to you. You sighed contently as his big hand roamed your body, massaging sore spots. As his hand reached your breast, you also touched it, linking your fingers with his own in intimacy.
“Would you look at yourself, dear? So cute, adorable little whore. You'd make a nice camgirl, don't you think?” he asked, almost mocking. You turned your body around before you clung to him. Nikolai smiled.
“Then you'll get angry if I ever do so..” you mumbled.
“Oh?”
“You said you don't want anyone else to see and use me like this aside from you. I'm special, right?” your doe eyes flashed up to Nikolai and he grinned mischievously. What beautiful eyes — even Nikolai almost fall deeply into your gaze. He leaned forward, kissing your forehead sweetly.
“Yes, malyshka. Yes, you are special and so dear to me. Glad we both know that.”
You hummed in comfort as you snuggled closer to the older man. Nikolai hugged you back, cuddling as he surfed his phone's gallery, looking at the lewd photos he had taken of you for the past few months.
You in a piece of expensive lingerie, you lying on his bed, you being naked but only covered with his shirt, your flushed face after he drew orgasms from you, your teary eyes, every part of your body — the whole gallery was his secret stash of you and his lewd photos, kept nicely in his personal phone.
“Hey baby, think you can ride me for a nice cockwarm?” he posed a question and you nodded, willing enough to do everything for him. You slowly got up, arms shivering. Noticing that, Nikolai held onto you, cackling.
“My poor girl, I got you, darl'.”
Gently, he helped you to get on top of him. Fingers linked, hands grasping each other tightly, you sunk yourself down onto him. A soft moan left your lips as you felt full once again. Your cunt clenched and the warmth sent Nikolai's mind to frenzy — he whimpered softly, eyes closed.
“Fuck... Fuck, baby, you feel so nice...” he breathed as one of his hands caressed your ass, carefully rocking your hips back and forth. Squelching noises, heavy breaths, groans and moans — melodies echoed in the room.
But the moment was interrupted when Nikolai's phone suddenly rang. With hazy eyes, Nikolai took a look at the screen. He bit his lips before he suddenly placed his hand around your neck, halting you. You looked at him confused as you felt your pussy twitching with a rising desire.
“Stop,” he said before he swiped his thumb on the screen, answering the call.
You pouted, placing your hands on his tattooed ribs. Nikolai glimpsed at you as he spoke to the person behind the call about something — he was talking in a language that you did not understand, presumably his native tongue.
A playful and naughty thought breached your mind. You had the feeling to tease this man while he was talking to someone — maybe his close friend? A family member? Whoever it was, it will be Nikolai who would answer them.
So you held his wrist, smirking. You raised your hips, his cock slipping out from your pussy inch by inch before you slammed yourself back on his crotch. Nikolai let out a surprised groan, immediately his hand left your neck to cover his mouth. You did it again, twirling your hips in a circle as your fingers traced his chest, teasing his nipple. With his hand out of your way, you leaned forward, giving kisses and licks on his chest.
The person on the call sounded surprised, bombarding Nikolai with questions. However, Nikolai was extremely distracted by your actions, unable to reply to the person smoothly, his words stuttered. Grunting, Nikolai hit the mute button before his hand returned to your neck, now really choking you.
“Shit, stop, I say.”
“N-No.” you managed to give him a playful grin, actually liking the way he's holding you right now.
“Fuck, you're unbearable... Let me just talk to this guy, starshine,” he said. But, you reached for his phone and tapped the red button, ending the call. Nikolai sighed but he seemed to not mind about it that much, only muttering,
“You're so fucking unbearable...”
A few hours passed, and you were now resting on his bed, wearing one of his night robes. A cup of water and a plate of fruit and cakes were on the small table by the bed. Nikolai was out on the balcony of his room, returning to the interrupted call before.
It was not the first time you slept in Nikolai's private penthouse. It was a luxurious suit, befitting his status and wealth. As a rising star yourself, you doubted you would get this kind of nice apartment in the near future. But well, your current residence was not that bad.
Nikolai told you to sleep and rest but you wanted to cuddle with him. So you spent your time waiting for him, watching the television. You should be sleeping as tomorrow at noon, you had a drama to shoot and your manager would be suspicious if he did not find you in your apartment.
A few minutes later, Nikolai entered the room, closing the balcony door as he looked at his phone. You shifted your position, calling his name softly when you noticed the grim on his face.
“Nikolai?”
He stepped towards you, sitting at the side.
“What happened?”
“.... About your casting.”
“Do I not get the role..? Again?” you asked, agitated. Nikolai sighed and nodded.
“Well, yeah. My personal advisor said I couldn't have you as my partner for this movie.” Nikolai replied. “He said something about your reputation and the risk it will have on my own. The casting director also expressed that Gracelynn would be more suitable as—”
“That’s not fair..!”
“What?”
“You promised me a role as your partner. You said you'll make sure of that ever since we... we started... I just— This is the sixth time you guaranteed me a big major role but all I got was a minor one or another project that is entirely irrelevant as my compensation.” you said, disheartened. “I even had to deny some offers, a few big ones too, just because I waited for your project. And then it's always... It's always... not... me...”
“You think I don't try for you?” Nikolai asked, eyeing you hard. You gulped, suddenly feeling apprehensive at his sternness. “When you're a director of a project, you are responsible for basically everything, directly and indirectly. You think I just make decisions as easy as snapping my fingers?” he asked.
“Of course not...”
“Then why don't you understand how many discussions I had with my crews about it? If the cons are weighing hard on me, what else am I supposed to do?” he asked again. His hand yanked your arm, gripping it hard.
“I'll ask you this, malyshka. When you're denied from that one particular role with me, do other choices let your career down? Were those minor roles being nuisances for your reputation? Were those other projects stained your contracts and face? Were they?”
“Answer.”
You shook your head quickly, pressing your lips together.
“See? No matter what happened, your reputation is still up in rank. You're still acting and you're still shooting, endorsing brands here and there. All with my help and suggestions.” Nikolai said with a smile but you found his smile a bit too tricky.
“Of course, all those reputations can be at stake if I just...”
He raised his phone and at that moment, you knew you were fucked, knowing how many illicit photos of you were in that damned small device.
“N-No... No, you wouldn't...”
“Oh, I would not. Surely won't. Unless you try me.” Nikolai replied, sneering. He laughed a little, pleased by your wavering courage that was starting to crumble. He then put his phone far away from your reach before he caught you again between his arms.
“Now, since you couldn't get yet another major role with me, would you be nice and kind to accept my new offer?”
“To hell with this..!” you grumbled, palming your face when your mind recollected what had transpired two weeks ago. Ever since that day, you found yourself listening and obeying Nikolai's demands and wishes. In the back of your head, the fear that he would release nasty photos of you was devouring you inside. Whenever your manager called you about a project that Nikolai suggested, you were quick to accept, no matter how tiring it made you, no matter how full your schedules were.
You knew you were intimidated by him but you wanted to deny it.
“Hey.”
A deep voice greeted you and you looked up from your palms. Nikolai was standing at the door. His hand was holding the door handle. He looked at you before he closed the door and locked it.
Shit, I am so fucked.
“How's my little starshine doing?” he asked, a wide yet friendly smile adorning his face. You gulped nervously as Nikolai approached you. He had discarded his costume, wearing a long sleeve black shirt and a pair of grey joggers. You eyed him confusedly.
“You haven't finished a scene yet...” you said.
“Oh. Gracelynn said I should get the fuck out and let you two act more scenes that don't include me first. She said I'm making you nervous. Wonder why, huh?” Nikolai replied. You nodded, taking note of that. At least after you left the green room, you could act more efficiently without thinking of Nikolai. You must thank Gracelynn for this, surely.
“I see... Thank you for telling me that then..” you mumbled as you got up, wanting to leave the green room as soon as possible. You felt your heart would beat harder and faster the longer you stayed in this room with him.
But before you could leave, Nikolai grabbed your arm.
“You're scared of me?”
“.... N-No...”
Yeah, that sounds convincing.
“Do you hate me, starshine?”
“No, no, I do not.”
Nikolai sighed before he pulled you. He sat down on the couch and tugged you hard to fall on top of his lap. “You're upset still?” he asked, voice soft and sultry, anyone would fall to the comfort of it. You looked down as Nikolai's hand delicately caressed your head while the other rubbed your hip.
“... Tell me how could I not be?” you asked, annoyed. Nikolai only smiled, eyes darkened as he only peered at you. He clearly was not being nice as you knew that gaze and that playful smile of his were just waiting for something.
“I told you, what I did to you will not and will never let you and your career down. I adore you, malyshka.”
“You're lying!” you lashed out, pushing his chest away, yet you were still on his lap. Nikolai looked at you, still smiling. His unconcerned face was starting to get on your nerves.
He promised, he broke it, and he bartered it with another thing. He kept you around because you both knew his influence could bring you far into the industry, even how tiny his contribution was. You gritted your teeth, hands clenching his shirt.
“You made promises, only to break them. And to keep someone like me around, you give me projects upon projects under your prestige. You don't adore me, you just want a young cunt to fuck!” you said, fingers clenching hard on him. Nikolai only stared at you, tilting his head as a few of his white strands fall on his face.
“You're a disgusting man...”
“So are you.”
“How am I disgusting like you?”
“Who's the one that unexpectedly offered her young cunt after I treated her some luxury for the day?”
“I—”
“Who keeps coming back to me even when I, apparently, broke promises? Shouldn't you know when to stop after the same thing happened twice, and thrice?”
“You blackmailed me..!”
“And what about before that? I did not blackmail you. I called you, and you came to me. You came with expectations from me. You, starshine. You want my cock too, I dare say.”
You shook your head in denial, though you did find yourself agreeing with him — just a few parts of it. Would you admit to him that you actually enjoyed this weird relationship you had with him? Hell no. You will not feed his ego, although he already knew by now.
“Y-You're a big fucking jerk...”
“Hm~ I love it when you get angry, calling me names. Adorable. That's the first thing that made you so appealing to me when I watched you on the screen. Your eyes and your words, even the way you expressed your rage through your touches. I like it.” Nikolai said, brushing your cheek with his knuckle as he looked at you with utmost amusement — as if he was dying to see this version of you.
Your cheeks heated — did this man just admit that he liked you scolding him? He found it funny and amusing? Adorable..? If it was just your acting, you could accept it. But you were really angry — and yet, Nikolai was having his fun.
“You're... You're messed up in the head.”
“Uh-huh. And you get the fucking thrill of having a forbidden affair with a man who's a decade older.”
You shook your head and got off his lap. “I'm leaving,” you said, not wanting to argue with him anymore. But before you could even turn around, Nikolai grabbed your wrist, stopping you again.
“Let me go.”
“Say, malyshka. If you truly hate me and our little rendezvous, I will gladly stay away from you forever. I'll return your clothes from my place, in secret of course, and delete everything. I'll even ask my assistant to erase and dispose of every payment I have made that could rouse suspicion towards you. But on your part, there will be no more of me — no offers, no help, no guidance, no prestige. I will even promise to never mention your name to anyone in order to keep you away from my business. Naturally, this means we won't fuck anymore, let alone be together for professional reasons. A total stranger. How about that? No 'you' and no 'me'. Fair and square, isn't it?”
You bit your lips. What fair and square? A good chunk of the industry knew how close you were with Nikolai and how he looked forward to your development as an actress. The rumour about his favouritism on you was big enough at one point in time. He even mentioned you as a junior he respected and told the media some stories about his experience working with you. Some gossip media were speculating about your relationship with him — and it was already dangerous.
You doubted you would still be busy 24/7 without his additional help in getting sponsors and endorsements for you. You could strive alone, sure, but lately, because of his broken promises and many minor roles he offered, your name was decreasing a bit in demand. In this economy, being slow and late was not a choice. And Nikolai was pushing it for you.
Will he even do everything he said? Will he delete the photos and the transaction record? Even the trace of you in his home? He had made promises to you and broke them. Can you even trust him with these?
Will you be fine without him? Not in a working setting — but will you be fine without him by your side at late midnight? Will you be fine without his raining affection that only you could see when it was just the two of you?
How the fuck he became this infatuated with you in the first place?
On the other hand, Nikolai was already an established person. He will be totally fine, with or without you.
“Malyshka.”
You turned to him, seeing his smile. He knew your answer already. He knew what your choice would be. Purely because you did not have that many choices. You were powerless when it came to him — in some way or another.
But maybe...
“I fucking hate you,” you mumbled as you held his hand back, leaning towards him. Your hand took a hold of his grey joggers' waistband. Nikolai grinned victoriously. His body slanted back to the couch as his eyes gazed at you.
“I fucking adore you too, starshine.”
With a swift motion of your wrist, you pulled his joggers down enough to reveal his crotch. You slammed your lips against him. Nikolai parted his lips, letting your tongue tease him as he felt your other hand grasping his hair at the back.
Your hand that was on his crotch started to feel the line of his cock, occasionally caressing it through his underwear. Nikolai moaned against your lips, spreading his legs as his hand pushed you to stand between them. You shifted there, breaking the kiss before you went down on your knees. Your hand took out his cock, rubbing the shaft up and down.
“Oh, fuck...” he whimpered lowly.
You gave his girth a few licks before you sucked the tip — he was half-hardened. Figured, since you actually could feel he was getting hard when you were lashing out at him earlier. Nikolai sighed softly as your tongue lapped at his slit, tasting the pearl of his trickling precum. Your hand stroked him as your mouth was busy.
“D-Deeper, starshine. Fuck...” his hand reached out to you but you caught his hand instead, linking your fingers together.
“My hair is off-limit now.”
Nikolai bit his lips, letting a snicker through his teeth. “Very well, starshine.” he complied with your wish, just holding your hand back as the other gripped the couch sheet.
You pulled away from his cock, letting a trail of spit moisten his shaft. Then you brought your head down again, this time, taking his cock deep into your throat. Your eyes shut closed as you felt him slightly thrusting inside. The tip nudged the back of your throat, sending you a minor gag as you pulled back for air.
“Fuck... Fuck me, please baby... Sh-Shit...!”
Taking a deep breath, you bobbed your head up and down as your fist followed along with your movement. Nikolai was painfully hard as his thighs jerked when you hollowed your cheeks and moaned on his dick.
“C-Close... I'm f'king close— Fuck—”
“Mmh...”
You stroked his cock faster as your tongue traced the veins. Your eyes gazed up to Nikolai who had his head thrown back, breathing and moaning heavily. You pulled back for a second before you deep-throated his cock again. Your eyes were teary as you felt his cock twitch — he was so fucking close. Even his grip on your hand was tighter.
“M-Malyshka—”
With a groan, suddenly you pulled away, his hard and reddish cock slipping out your lips. Nikolai's eyes fluttered open. He was so aroused and needed to cum in your throat. But you left his cock hard and twitching, begging for a release, instead.
“H-Hey,”
You got up on your legs and once again leaned to him. You kissed his lips, sloppy and short. Nikolai groaned when the kiss broke as he licked his lips, tasting the mixed mess of saliva and precum from your mouth.
“Starshine,”
You cut him off, “After the shoot, I'll be leaving the country for two weeks. Thank you for the global opportunity, director. I'll surely miss you, director. I'll bring souvenirs for your house once I come back.”
You stood straight, looking at the state Nikolai was in. His cock was still hard but less reddish. His forehead was sweaty. He was slumped on the couch. Noticing your perverted gaze, Nikolai let out a raspy laugh. “Seems like I have to fuck myself stupid for the next two weeks, huh?”
“You're a disgusting girl, you know that, starshine?”
“And so are you, director.”
Despite the scale of your influence on him was not greater, it was nice to know that this established man was willing to scheme almost everything just to get to his special star — you. Perhaps in the first place, you were the one who influenced him.
But regardless, it was already clear as day, Nikolai too was loving the thrill of this affair.
And so were you.
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•❅───✧❅Once Upon a fairy tale❅✧───❅•
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╭─ ⋅ <<⋅xx ─ ✩Tale One: little mermaid─ ⋅NEXT>> ⋅ ─╮
"thank you very much. Your really kind!" Cold yet warm embrace of the happy fish boy envelope you, not caring for ones personal space as he happily show his gratitude towards you.
For saving his life. Through its more of his carelessness to not understand the way of the fish people-- the fact merfolk would die when they are too dry out.
"oh goodness! Your gonna dry yourself again! Pls be careful, Amagi!" Head spinning as your heart beats quite too loud and quite too fast for your poor soul, as you succomb to your embarrassment.
You never knew his such person who's doesn't know another person would not be open to such affection, at least from a stranger you barely know for a day --awake.
"oh! You can call me, Hiiro! Since you and I will have to stay together!" He beam still circling his arms around you. His slimy form that slowly covered your dry cloths( which you dried through the burning hear of the summer sun of this unknown world.
"pardon? Stay together? Why did you say that? Do you not know, I'm a Producer? I told you before. Producer with an idol is nothing good for new one like you! Neither will it be for me." You cannot believe he forgotten what you said earlier today, at least earlier the day back in your world. You don't know how time work in this world of fairy tale as he told you.
"won't it be ok? In This place. No one is an idol or a producer ! Ahaha ~ only Hiiro and ... Ah! I don't know your name yet! I don't want to call you producer since we're outside work!" He laughs your worry off as he look up to you, while he clings in your side, his blue eyes captivate you, a view of beautiful vast sky and the sea reflected in his eyes.
"ah. Do you really have to..." You look at his innocent blue eyes, unable to say more. You sigh. Defeated by those gaze. "It's MC." You introduce yourself.
"MC? MC... MC... MC! Hmm!" He keep repeating your name, your ears start to warm up with how your name being called by him multiple of time is slowly effecting you.
"c-can y-you please S-STOP t-that...! My name isn't a poem or whatnot to be repeated such passion... This aren't an ASMR tagged fairy tale right?" You covered your ears, or else you might lost yourself from such pure torture of a merman calling your name.
Surely his not a siren trying to drag you to the depth, as this is a little mermaid! Or-- or merman and siren tend to share same lore or almost same lore as one another, hence it cause such effect on you?
Many thoughts comes in your mind, finding logic to things, that's already so illogical the moment you wake such place! Obviously it's make your beating heart, calm as it should be. With how fast it is. You pretty sure, your sick!
"but your name is nice to say! It's very pretty and unique! " He honestly says, beaming you a smile that almost shoot an arrow through y your heart.
"AHHHHHHHHHH. PLEASE MY EARS AND HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS TORTURE." you turn bloody red as you try to move away from him.
" MC! MC!? MC!" He called out to you. he quickly swim to follows you, quickly as you both are still out on the open water.
"yes!? I am indeed, mc! Pls stop carelessly calling me with your siren like voice!" Embarrassed to even look at him, he chuckle at your words. You very interesting.
"ahaha~ mc your so funny! Let's be close friends!" ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
"No way!No way! I'll die if you continue to act so affectionate to me! We barely know each other! "
"it's ok! We will get to know each other or else we can't go back home!"
"say what? Pardon?!" You most be hearing things. So you two aren't totally stuck in this none techno world at all? You still able to go back to your home? To do the overbearing overtime to get money to buy food in weekdays?! Surely his not just saying that to applauses you!
"oh! I forgotten to tell you! " He pause as he realize he have failed to tell you an important information. "We need to make sure the fairy tale find it's happy ending! Or else we'll be stuck in this place!"
" I see! That's seems logical--" you nodded in understanding --not. " sorry I am too dumb to understand it clearly. " You admitted. There's no point to hiding such thing.
"oh! Don't worry! I'm more dumb than you are! Ahaha. If we're two dumb people, then surely we get along very well! " His optimistic as he down grade himself shocks you.
You sure don't meet such guy in your life before. Such optimistic and happy personality is either causing you to stress or melt your problem away. After a moment of silence, you thought of something.
"I have to ask. Are we the main character?"
"that... Is something I'm not sure. Dad never told me much about the process of entering a fairy tale! Since he probably thought it be my big brother who will experience it! After all, my big brother would become the monarch one day! I am but my big brother loyal aid!" He proudly says.
Through he notice how you swim away even further away from him.
"monarch? Aid? What type of timeline is your village stuck into?" Your very intrigued about his village but alas that's not the problem at the moment.
"Do tell me, quickly how to escape! You did says we need to get along. Is there more to such information? Happy ending is a goal but do we need to interact with the characters...? " You tried to mentally noted all the thing you learn so far about your situation. Wonderland what's the plot hole or a way our of this place, of course there's already a plain solution, but alas. There aways that is hidden through the context of the each rules and lore.
"woah. Your very into this! How nice! Ahaha~ I'm glad your interactive!" He quickly swim towards you again.
"... Keep your distance pls." You quickly made sure you and him have a five feet distance causing him to frown.
"Ah? Why? I will not harm you! I swear. I'm harmless." He try to reassure you.
"it's not about being harmless or not. It's about your presence is doing to my system. Your alluring fish ability, ahem a siren or a mermaid is known to have alluring voice that would help them drag their victims to the depths of the sea." Your an honest child when being force into the corner by a very captiviting person, your just a human being easily be tempted by such treat, through you refuse to succumb to such things.
"oh...!? Did you mean, you like my voice? I'm glad then!" He felt so happy that you think so. His beaming smile that can Rival the sun, almost melting you. "I mean.. your are an idol, you need to have a amazing voice or face or both to gain fans. You have both."
"ahaha. You think I'm good looking? Thank you for the compliment! Your also very charming!" Taken back from his compliment, you are not able to swim away and now he have his hands around you for embrace yet again. " Please don't run away, were being watch. " He whisper to your ears causing you to cower in fear, shaking like a leaves in windy season.
"Excuse me... Did you mean...." You dread to even look around the place, bur he nodded his head as he rest of against your right shoulder blade.
"it's the [ kraken ] ."
You sure hope he doesn't mean a literal one and just mean the sea witch!
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3 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕀 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦
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3 Times I Fell For you
Sypnosis: it took him one moment to admire her beauty, a second moment to talk to her, finally, a third moment for him to fall in love with her. All that happened because he fell for her, literally.
Pair: idol!Yeonjun x runway-model!female reader
Genre: strangers to friends, fluff, a bit of angst if you squint in the beginning, acquaintances to lovers,
Warning/s: none that I could think of (tell me if there's something to warn about)
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The first time I fell for you, you were sad; you were crying. I wondered to myself, even if it wasn't my business:
why were you so beautiful and who made you cry?
[6:29 pm]
Yeonjun sighed in relief when their performance ended well. They were returning to their waiting rooms, ready to change, eat, then go home for the day.
He was behind the boys as he checked his messages from his mother. Suddenly, he felt something hard hit his chest and made him lose balance.
His black cowboy hat falls backwards, and he opens his eyes to look at the person. He felt time stop when he saw the hazel brown colored girl in front of him.
He noticed something else though; you were crying. You looked heartbroken: your face was strained with tears, your hands were wet because of your salty tears.
"I- um- I'm so sorry," Yeonjun help you stand up. You looked stunning, even if you're crying. Yeonjun found it disrespectful, but he cannot ignore the beauty you hold.
"I'm sorry," you said before you continued to run away. Your tears got into his black sleeve and on the floor. He picks up his hat before he sighs.
Will he ever meet you again? How can a beautiful girl cry like that? Who broke your heart and made you cry?
It wasn't his business, but it piqued his curiosity and interest. He hoped they would meet again.
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The second time I fell for you, you were in a hurry. Your make-up done and your hair styled beautifully.
You finally spoke normally to me.
[3:35 pm]
Yeonjun roamed the halls. He was lost. He was in hopes to find the toilet but got lost instead. He curses: why was the building so big and why does it seem like maze?
Turns after turns after turns, he couldn't find his way back or way to the toilet. He might miss the fashion show TXT was invited to.
He was so close to asking someone until he took a turn and bumped into something. He felt his chest hurt at the force and fell backwards.
"I am so sorry! I'm in a rush and I wasn't looking!" Yeonjun immediately raised his head at the voice. He felt time freeze once again: there you are, sitting in front of him.
"I'm so sorry- are you okay?" The way your eyes glistened under the light. The way your glitter eyeshadow sparkled, the way your tinted lipstick made your lips look softer and kissable.
"O-oh, yeah!" Yeonjun stood up and helped you stand up. You thank him and remembered your fashion show.
"I need to go! I'm sorry for bumping into you-,"
"Wait! May I know where the toilet is?" Yeonjun asked, you chuckled.
"Left turn and the toilet is there. I'm sorry again, Yeonjun-ssi!" You said before you ran off again. Yeonjun stood there, shocked.
You knew him- of course; you know him, he's an idol but... When his name came out of your mouth, it felt weird: it gave him butterflies.
Well, now he knows you're a model... Maybe meeting you again will be possible.
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Third time I fell for you, finally... I realized that I was completely in love with you.
[1:59 pm]
Yeonjun waited for the other members to finish their shooting. He pouts as he eats the piece of chocolate. He exits the shooting room and heads out.
He sees a cat pass by him, which shocked him. Who would bring a cat in the building? His curiosity got the best of him; he followed the cat.
Once again, he fall into the floor. This time, he laid on top of the person. He opens his eyes, completely frozen when he saw you under him.
You just snicker, and Yeonjun immediately gets off you. His cheeks tinted pink, including his ears. You sit up and stare at Yeonjun.
"shooting?" You asked him and he nodded his head. He turned his head to look at you; your natural make-up look still looked perfect on you. Your hair straightened, and it looked like you're visiting someone.
"I- uhh- are you here for someone?" He asked, but you shook your head.
"I'm here for a shoot too! I just finished mine~ how about you?"
"I just finished mine too- by the way, I'm sorry that we kept bumping like this. I should look at where I'm going," Yeonjun sighs.
"It's okay~ we met because you weren't looking for the first time. We met the second time because I wasn't looking. This time, I bumped into you on purpose." You admitted which shocked him.
"What!? Why!? I could've hurt you!"
"But you didn't and we're both fine~ anyway, I'm glad we meet again. I want to become friends anyway," you give him your business card. He gently takes it from between your fingers.
He checks your name, and his eyes widen he sees the info that you work for ESteem Group.
"No wonder we met that day..." He muttered and his eyes focused on you as you nod your head.
"It was a fashion show of Miss Gee's new collection! Also, we should really get up from this floor. My bottom is getting cold," you joked, and he stood up. So did you.
"Will I ever bump into you again?" Yeonjun asked, kind of disappointed you eventually have to separate ways for work.
"Hm- I cannot stop falling for you, Yeonjun~," you sang while Yeonjun only smiled. Suddenly, he held your hand and pulled you close to him.
"I cannot stop falling for you either," he says. You laugh and kissed his chin, which took him back.
"Well, then~ I guess we're going to keep falling for each other. What do you say?"
"Deal," Yeonjun pecked your lips confidently.
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Twelve Days of Rarepairs: Allydia | Allison Argent x Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)
Requested by @wonderdoves
Hosting a Christmas party is not something Allison ever really planned to do. She just figured that if parties happened to be going on, and she got an invite, she'd go. But throwing one herself? Absolutely not, for many levels of reasons.
Then again, she supposes she isn't throwing it herself. Technically it's not even her party, really—Lydia wanted to throw one, but her mom said no, so she asked to borrow Allison's house. Her dad's out of town with Melissa and won't be back until Christmas day, and her aunt Kate's flight was delayed, so she's still stuck in the airport for the next twenty-four hours or so. Leaving tonight totally free.
For the best, too. Right now, Allison can't even find her way through her own house. She knew it was big, but she didn't realize just how big until nearly a hundred people were crammed inside of it. And that's just a guess.
"Oh—sorry, excuse me," Allison apologizes as she knocks into someone with her shoulder while trying to wind her way past without spilling the cup in her hand. 
The person ignores her. She just hurries on, taking a drink. Honestly, she isn't that thirsty, but she needed something to do to feel less awkward and out of place. Plus, Lydia made the punch, and it's surprisingly good when it doesn't have the secret ingredient of wolfsbane. 
She narrowly avoids tripping over someone else's foot, stumbling slightly. When she turns back around, she spots Lydia quickly approaching. 
Allison breathes a sigh of relief and stops in front of a rather annoyed looking Lydia. 
"So, I've not only lost all of our friends in here somewhere, but I'm also ninety percent sure I've lost control of this thing entirely," Lydia tells her. 
"Fantastic." 
Allison moves a strand of hair away from her face, blowing out a breath. 
"Well," she starts, letting her hand swing back to her side, "it could be worse, right? I mean, nothing is totally out of control, and everyone's having fun?"
Lydia raises an eyebrow. "Except you. And now me."
Allison rolls her eyes. "I'm not… not having fun. It is kind of nice to be able to relax a little. At least compared to what we're usually dealing with."
Lydia just gives a little hum in agreement, still not looking entirely sure as she surveys the shouting group hovering near them in the kitchen. 
"Here—" Allison holds out her cup, nodding her head at it, "—have a drink. It might help."
"I'm stressed, not dehydrated," Lydia replies, but she still accepts the offer and takes a drink. "Though maybe a little bit of that, too. Thanks. I'm just glad I found you."
A small smile curves Allison's mouth. She tries to ignore the slight flush of warmth in her face. She knows Lydia just means because she's worried about the party getting out of control and she doesn't want to be separated with strangers. But it still makes her a little bit happier to think she brings her some comfort. That feeling of safety that Allison gets every time she catches a glimpse of strawberry blond hair or that smile or their eyes lock across a room. 
The eyes she quickly realizes she's been gazing at for a moment too long. 
Snapping out of it, she quickly looks away, swallowing. Her heart thumps against her ribs accusingly. It's silenced when her eyes dart up.
Oh. 
"What?" Lydia asks, spotting her expression, now fixed on the doorway above them. Frowning, she follows her line of sight before Allison can stop her. 
She sees the sprig of mistletoe. One of many that they hung throughout the house, as insisted upon by Stiles when he and Scott came over to help them get the party ready.
"Oh," Lydia says.
Allison's gaze drops back to Lydia. She just stares up at the mistletoe with wide eyes, her lips parted as if to speak, but the words are getting lost on the way out. 
"I guess we should have expected something like this," Allison jokes, giving a half shrug and a forced chuckle. Trying to disguise how pink her face must be right now and keep the butterflies in her stomach calm. 
Lydia shifts her eyes from their captor to meet Allison's gaze. She presses her lips together, chewing on her lower lip. For a second, Allison thinks she's going to say how it's just some dumb, old tradition, and that she is not going to be a part of keeping something so pointless alive.
But she doesn't say that. She doesn't say anything. Doesn't make a getaway excuse. Her throat shifts as she swallows and takes a deep breath.
Then in a rushed exhale, she says, "You know, hanging mistletoe in a doorway comes from a Norse legend."
Allison's heart sinks. She nods, and smiles. She promised herself that if Lydia didn't show any sign of sharing her feeling by the end of the night, she'd let it go and move on. And reciting a Norse myth seems like a desperate attempt to get out of kissing her without just rejecting her. Even if it would be unknowingly. 
"Yeah," Allison says. "The, uh… the legend of Balder. Loki tricked Balder's twin brother into murdering him with mistletoe wood."
Lydia looks startled that she already knows. But surely that gives her an easy out then, right? 
"Yeah! Yeah, um…" Lydia doesn't move. She still stands there, glued to the spot, back to chewing at her bottom lip. Her face lights up, and she quickly says, "Well, uh, there are other legends, of course! People tend to mix them up with holly, because they look so similar, so people think that red berries mean mistletoe when, actually, they're quite different. And everyone knows that mistletoe is usually extremely toxic, to both humans and animals. As we know… from past experience."
Allison's just staring at Lydia, her eyebrows raised. She thought she knew where this was going. This? This is not it. Before she can say anything, Lydia's continuing her rambling, at such high speeds it's almost hard to keep up.
"It's toxicity actually varies quite a bit based on region, though, which—"
"Lydia," Allison starts. "We don't—"
"—can actually be really interesting!"
"Lydia."
"There are many different types of mistletoe, with different scientific names. Viscum album, viscum cruciatum, even Phoradendron leucarpum, which is native to North America!"
"That's—that's really interesting, but—"
"Viscum album—the European mistletoe—is more toxic than Phoradendron serotinum, which is the kind that we're most familiar with."
"Oh, that's—I mean—"
"And, despite the fact that all one-thousand-five-hundred types of mistletoe are toxic in most situations, it used to be used for medicinal purposes to treat things like arthritis, epilepsy! It's still used in parts of South Asia, because the effects aren't fatal. Disturbing and, frankly, unpleasant, but not fatal! In fact, the effects tend to be more prominent in animals. Which, wouldn't be good for any of our friends. But—"
"Lydia," Allison finally cuts her off. Her eyebrows are as far as they can be on her forehead. "You're rambling a bunch of scientific facts to me, and honestly, it's a little scary."
Lydia nods, pressing her lips together again. "Yeaaah. Sorry."
Allison pauses, thinking, this is her one opportunity, there will never be a better time, and—Lydia isn't running away. She's nervous rambling science to her. But she's not using her usual methods of getting out of something she doesn't want to do. 
Shutting her brain off before she can overthink it, she goes for it.
"I want to kiss you," she tells Lydia. "If you don't want to kiss me, that's fine, we can ignore the mistletoe entirely and move on. Okay?"
The blunt confessions throws Lydia off her usually perfect guard. She blinks those wide eyes, her lips parting but nothing coming out. 
"Uh, y-yeah," she fumbles out, then shakes her head, "I mean—I'm okay with it. Kissing you, I'm okay with kissing you—that sounds so lame, oh my god—I want to kiss you, too!"
"Okay," Allison laughs, and leans in. 
Her skin is on fire before her lips find Lydia's, and her stomach is doing olympic style flips when she does kiss her, and Lydia's kissing back with an eagerness she definitely wasn't expecting. 
If anything, she was certain it'd be a quick, funny peck on the lips, and that's it over and done with, just a fun little moment to laugh about. But Lydia doesn't pull away, and Allison is not going to be the one to pull away first. 
Instead, they keep kissing. Lips moving together, Lydia's hands on the sides of Allison's neck, holding her closer. 
Next second, someone bumps into them. They break apart out of surprise, Lydia trying not to spill Allison's drink. The person's already stumbled away.
They both look back at each other, Allison's heart in her throat, and Lydia's eyes widening again. She draws her tongue across her bottom lip as she clearly falters for what to say now, but it's actually incredibly distracting.
"So…" Lydia starts, uncertain. Then a small smile forms at the corners of her mouth. "You wanted to kiss me? Any particular reason? Is it because of my lipgloss? It is especially appealing tonight, extra shiny."
Allison can't help but smile at Lydia's teasing tone. It appears her nerves have fluttered off and left behind her usual cool, calm composure.
"That is one reason," Allison says, nodding, and Lydia gives a curious little hum, arching an eyebrow. "But also… because I've wanted to kiss you for a while. Because I really like you. A lot."
"Yeah, I think I got that," Lydia says, barely containing the shake of laughter in her voice and absolutely failing at disguising the sparkle of delight in her eyes. "I just cannot believe that you confessed before I did. And under the mistletoe."
Allison can't even begin to comprehend the "before I did" part. She just laughs as well, shaking her head and faking a wince.
"Wow, of all the cliches," she jokes. 
"Well, personally, I don't mind a cliche here and there," Lydia says, with a smile that makes Allison's breath catch in her throat.
She pushes it out and quickly draws in another, returning her smile as she says, "Neither do I."
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House Isekai: A Realm Reborn - Part 2, Through the Maelstrom (2 of 3)
House Isekai ARR Masterlist Here
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Client: Hilda Valentin Goneril
Refusing to work with the newly reformed House Isekai due to Class VII, Duvalie takes her orders and storms off to Goneril territory, trying to get home faster. Not wanting to leave Duvalie completely alone, Raelyn and Fireteam Alpha-Nine accompany her.
Reports indicate of a giant serpent-like beast terrorizing the ocean trade routes near Goneril territory, and an unknown entity accompanying it…
(Raelyn) “I will accompany her to ensure their survival. Until then, House Isekai.”
Raelyn turned to the portal and walked through it.
After getting the minimum knowledge required about the Abyss Mages, Buck and his squad followed her through the portal.
(Kazuma) “…Wait a second, none of them knows anything about Fodlan. Why did we let them go anywhere alone?”
(Sitri) “…That’s a good question.”
When Duvalie stepped through the portal, she was still muttering to herself angrily.
(Duvalie) "Ugh, the nerve of those people! As if we can work hand in hand like nothing's ever happened!"
Her ranting continued, even when Raelyn stepped in behind her, looking around his environment.
(Raelyn) "...Duvalie, was it?"
(Duvalie) "And that jackass, Rean! What on EARTH ever made him think we were friends?! I ought to-"
Raelyn sighed and holstered his bolter. Even his footsteps didn't alert her.
(Raelyn) "Cease your complaints."
Duvalie spun around and opened her mouth about to continue until she realized she was only up to his lower chest. Her head tilted all the way up for her to even see Raelyn's helmet.
(Duvalie) "Listen you giant yellow tin can, you don't know what they're like!"
(Raelyn) "They seem calmer than you."
(Duvalie) "Tch, whatever. Why are you even here anyway? I can handle this on my own!"
(Raelyn) "Ah, then I assume you know the layout of the land? The person we're supposed to meet? What the state of the world even is?"
(Duvalie) "...I-I...I can just figure it out myself!"
(Raelyn) "Indeed."
Raelyn turned to the portal and saw the ODST squad walk in.
(Buck) "Right, we got the information we need. As for lay of the land, think one of the locals is about to tag along."
Aigis and Kazuma were on the other side nodding about to say something before the portal suddenly closed.
(Mickey) "...Or not."
...
Everyone was confused on why the portal closed.
Sitri made sure no one was looking at her as she whispered.
(Sitri) "Sothis?"
(Sothis) "Uh, don't look at me. I wasn't even the one who opened it."
(Sitri) "Wait, then where did...?"
...
(Romeo) "Great. Now we gotta wander around and pray to god it's the right way."
(Dutch) "Not even sure the good lord would poke his head out in wherever this is."
(Duvalie) "Wha-DID THEY CLOSE THE PORTAL ON US?!"
(Raelyn) "You were the one who wanted to do this alone."
(Duvalie) "IF I WANT YOUR INPUT, I'LL ASK!"
(Buck) "Enough of the shouting already! Complaining isn't going to do us any good. Besides, we got the data we need, we'll be fine...probably."
(Duvalie) "Fine, whatever."
Duvalie had her hand on the sword sheathe as she stormed off.
(Duvalie) "Let's get going then."
(Mickey) "Wrong way. It's behind us."
Duvalie quickly marched towards the direction Mickey pointed to, muttering something.
Raelyn slowly walked up to the squad.
(Raelyn) "I cannot speak for her, but it is a pleasure to fight alongside you."
(Buck) "Feeling's mutual. Come on, we should hurry before she pops a vein."
The five walked casually behind Duvalie who stayed in the front.
Fodlan, Goneril Territory, Evening...
[Stilness of Night - Trails of Cold Steel 3 OST]
The group eventually found a path leading towards a town inside Goneril territory, and continued on it until the sun began setting.
(Buck) "Huh. Place doesn't look half bad with a sunset."
(Dutch) "Yeah, somethin' you'd see from a storybook."
(Raelyn) "I have not had the pleasure of experiencing a world as quiet as this before."
(Duvalie) "Hm. My world was something kind of like this, but not as primitive to not have lamp posts at least."
(Romeo) "Think you're the most primitive out of all of us here, lady."
(Duvalie) "Excuse me?!"
(Mickey) "Changing the subject, just how far is this place?"
(Buck) "Shouldn't be more than a few minutes. The town according to that Sitri lady is about to come into view right about...Ah, there we go."
They eventually reached the top of a hill and saw a small fishing town with the sunset directly shining on top of it.
(Raelyn) "Excellent. We should reach the town by nightfall."
They all continued walking silently until Dutch spoke up.
(Dutch) "So uh, any idea what that creature is like?"
Everyone had read the report given to them by Sitri, but no one actually knew what they were in for.
(Romeo) "It said a serpent, so maybe an underwater snake or something."
(Mickey) "We aren't strangers to alien life, but I doubt it'd be simple to kill. This place seems to have magic after all."
(Raelyn) "It matters not. If our guns can work, then we can kill it."
(Duvalie) "I'm more concerned about those weird floating chubby things the Knights of Favonius mentioned."
(Buck) "What did they call them...Abyss mages?"
(Dutch) "Think that's it. They don't seem that tough to beat."
(Romeo) "Especially when we can put a round between their eyes from a hundred yards away."
(Duvalie) "If that's the case, then why are they so dangerous?"
(Mickey) "Guess we'll find out soon. Until we actually fight one, don't think we can properly assess the situation."
Finally, they reached the town's entrance. The concrete path shook beneath their equipment, gathering strange looks from the townsfolk.
Some mothers hid their children behind them while some of the men passing by whispered to each other.
(Romeo) "Think we might be standing out a little."
(Duvalie) "You all maybe, I look perfectly fine. Might be mustard bottle over here that's getting all the looks."
(Raelyn) "...You are referring to me?"
(Duvalie) "Duh! Who did you think I meant?"
(Raelyn) "What is 'mustard'?"
(Buck) "Good lord man, just how far in the future are you?"
(Raelyn) "It is the 42nd millennium."
(Dutch) "...Damn. That explains why you don't really seem to lighten up."
They made their way to the center of town, where multiple people kept staring at them.
(Romeo) "Any particular reason why we're standing out in the open like this? Not exactly doing us any favors with the people here."
(Duvalie) "Shut it, trying to find a tavern or something. There's gotta be one here."
Mickey and Buck helped Duvalie look around their surroundings to try and find a tavern. Romeo and Dutch shrugged and made sure the townspeople weren't going to try anything.
Raelyn was about to help when he heard small footsteps approaching.
It was two children who were chasing each other, most likely playing. They had failed to notice the offworlders they were running towards until a girl hit her head on Raelyn's leg.
(Girl) "Ow...! What in-"
Her eyes went wide when she stared up at the 8 foot tall Space Marine looking down on her.
Both the kids look terrified until Raelyn knelt down, trying to get on their eye level the best he could while taking off his helmet. He made sure his Bolter was strapped to his back.
(Raelyn) "My apologies. Are you hurt?"
(Girl) "N-...No sir."
Raelyn offered a hand to the girl. His hand was massive compared to the child, he could effortlessly crush her head with one hand.
Yet, he was extremely gentle in making sure not to harm or intimidate the children, the girl grabbing his hand and standing up.
(Raelyn) "If I can bother you for a moment more, do you know where the Tavern is?"
(Boy) "Um...It's to your right, mister. The building next to the docks."
Raelyn nodded and motioned away from them.
(Raelyn) "Thank you. Get home safe, now."
(Girl) "Thank you, mister."
The two kids appeared to be put at ease despite the size difference, and continued playing as if nothing happened. Something that shocked the adults watching.
The ODST's and Duvalie watched the exchange and were surprised that this walking ton of armor managed not to utterly terrify the two kids.
(Raelyn) "You have your tavern. Let us get to it."
(Duvalie) "...Right."
They continued off to the Tavern, still noticing all the adults watching them, albeit slightly more at ease.
(Romeo) "Now that sweet moment's over, time to see how well you work with a bar full of drunkards, big guy."
(Dutch) "Come on, I'm great with people."
(Mickey) "Sure, you are. How about Raelyn? Actually can he even get through the door?"
Duvalie was the first to enter, followed by the ODST's with Raelyn the last one.
He stared awkwardly at the doorframe, and back to his armor.
Even if he tried to crouch, he would break the doorframe.
(Raelyn) "I...will keep watch out here."
(Romeo) "Put those people skills to work."
(Buck) "Think you should be worried about doing that yourself."
[Another Round - Final Fantasy XIV OST]
Everyone inside the bar stopped talking when they saw Duvalie march in with the ODST's.
Duvalie saw the bartender and sat down on a stool.
The bartender was a bald middle aged man who had clearly seen better days. He had a scar over his left eye and a beard that was barely kept clean.
(Bartender) "...Can I help you with something missie?"
(Duvalie) "We're here on request of...what was her name?"
Buck stood next to Duvalie, making his visor visible so the bartender could see his mouth.
(Buck) "Hilda. Ring a bell?"
(Bartender) "Ah, Lord Holst's sister. And who exactly do I owe the pleasure of speaking to?"
(Duvalie) "I'm Duvalie."
(Buck) "Call me Buck, and this is my Squad. Fella outside is with us too."
(Bartender) "I see. And another question, who exactly ya workin' for? Don't see people dressed like yer group at all."
The people in the nearby tables began whispering. Mickey was the furthest from the group but he was only able to hear snippets of conversations.
(Man) "Hey, you think those are those House Isekai freaks? The ones from the calamity?"
(Man 2) "They sure as hell don't belong here, that's for sure!"
(Man 3) "Worse, they could be spies for the seppies'!"
(Mickey) "Think we might got a problem..."
Duvalie was clearly getting impatient, and before she could open her mouth and start a bar brawl, Buck butted in.
(Buck) "Mercenaries. We work for money."
The bartender raised an eyebrow as he eyed them up and down. Finally shrugging, he dropped the question.
(Bartender) "Fair enough. We'll send a letter to let 'em know people have arrived to take care of the problem. Shouldn't be more than a day or so. Now, ya buying something or am I going to have ta' throw your asses out?"
(Duvalie) "Hmph. Thought bartenders were supposed to be friendly."
(Bartender) "And I thought customers were supposed to be paying."
Now Dutch decided to intervene.
(Dutch) "Apologies for the lady. She's got a temper on her. Surprise us."
(Bartender) "Can do. You got gold?"
Everyone looked at each other awkwardly.
(Romeo) "Oh you have got to be kidding..."
(Buck) "Think we can get this one on the house?"
(Bartender) "This isn't a charity. And you're mercenaries, right? Surely you got some gold on you to get all the equipment on yourselves."
This got more people talking, and it was clear some of them were getting riled up.
Raelyn could hear the conversation from outside, and saw some of the adults from earlier getting a closer look at him.
(Raelyn) "..."
Raelyn's visor picked up more signatures. Some of them were armed. He used one hand to knock on the doorframe, alerting Romeo and Mickey.
(Romeo) "Hey, Gunny. Think things are about to get real ugly."
One of the customers stood up from his table and shouted with an ale cup in hand.
(Man) "Come on, pay the damn drink and quit causing a scene! Mercs always got coin on them! You one of those damn offworlders?!"
(Man 2) "Nah, worse than one, he's a seppie!"
(Man 3) "WE DON'T WANT ANYMORE TO DO WITH YOU, KEEP YOUR SEPARATIST MOVEMENT OUT OF HERE!"
More and more people riled up, making the ODST's keep a finger on their triggers.
Duvalie kept her cool on the outside, ready to lash out if someone dared make a move.
Raelyn grabbed his Bolter and calmly held it in his hands, watching everyone suddenly stiffen up.
(Bartender) "...Well?"
(Woman's voice) "Sorry, sorry. We'll pay, they're with us."
Everyone suddenly turned to a girl who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, putting gold onto the table.
Duvalie made a noise that no one could decipher if it was a swear or a gasp.
Buck turned to the girl who had just saved them from a potential firefight.
[End Song]
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(White-haired girl) "They just forgot to bring their gold with them...Again."
(Bartender) "Hmph. Aren't you a little young to be the boss of a mercenary team, kid?"
(White-haired girl) "Could say the same for the second Blade Breaker."
(Bartender) "Hah, got me there."
(Duvalie) "I...You...!?"
(White-haired girl) "If you wanna complain, do it later and not in front of customers. Gives us a bad rep."
(Buck) "...Thanks boss."
Everyone quickly played along.
As Raelyn was about to point the Bolter at everyone, two more people got in front of him, motioning to the left.
(Blue haired girl) "Hey, got our room. Quit standing around all scary-like."
(Orange haired boy) "Come on, it's this way!"
The orange haired boy winked at Raelyn, and having no better idea, he played along.
The blue haired girl looked at Fie and nodded.
The white haired girl slid the gold to the Bartender and sighed.
(White-haired girl) "We'll take it to go. Keep the change."
The white haired girl turned to the group and pointed at the blue haired girl.
(White-haired girl) "Follow her and don't cause a scene again."
Duvalie looked like she was about to scream when she saw the blue haired girl. Not wanting to deal with this mob, Buck shoved her along.
(Duvalie) "H-Hey, what the?!"
(Buck) "Shut the hell up and move it, the last thing we want to do is start a fight!"
The ODST's, Raelyn, and Duvalie followed the orange haired boy to what appeared to be a rented out building. Amazingly, Raelyn could actually fit through the door.
When everyone was situated, the blue haired girl put a device on the door and window, and with a little static noise, she nodded in satisfaction.
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(Elliot) "Whew, man! Things looked SUPER bad there..."
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(Laura) "Oh...It's you. That would explain how the townspeople became aggravated so quickly."
(Duvalie) "Believe me, you lot are doing the same to me...!"
(Elliot) "Wait...Duvalie?!"
(Romeo) "Jesus lady, just who DON'T you know?"
(Raelyn) "More friends like Rean, I presume?"
(Duvalie) "WE ARE NOT FRIENDS!"
(Buck) "Clearly. Anyways, thanks for pulling our asses out the fire. Where's that white haired one?"
The door opened, and she was carrying some mugs of ale in her hand.
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(Fie) "...Hey."
She casually gave most of the group their mugs, leaving Duvalie without one.
(Duvalie) "...Really?"
(Fie) "Figured you didn't want one...Actually, we didn't figure you'd be here at all."
(Romeo) "That's great and all, but mind explaining just who you people are?"
(Elliot) "I'm Elliot! That's Fie and Laura, and we were part of the original House Isekai. Class VII, to be specific."
(Dutch) "And clearly you know Duvalie."
(Laura) "For better or worse..."
(Raelyn) "Seeing the situation we are in, I would rather not alienate the only help at talking to the locals here."
Despite the fact he had a helmet, she could feel a piercing gaze shoot straight through her.
(Buck) "Agreed. So, what brings people such as yourselves here?"
(Fie) "Hm. Long story short-..."
===
Doomguy's Base, 1 Day Earlier...
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[Briefing Time - Trails of Cold Steel 3 OST]
(VEGA) "All attempts of establishing a secure line has failed. It appears something is blocking our ability to respond."
Doomguy frowned as he checked the screens. Nothing was damaged on anyone's end, yet he was only able to receive Sitri's distress call.
He said nothing as he turned to the teleporter. It appears someone was finally arriving.
(VEGA) "Signatures detected. Class VII members: Elliot, Laura, and Fie. Authorize access?"
Doomguy nodded as he put his helmet on, letting the three former House Isekai members materialize onto the pad.
The first one was Laura, quickly followed by Elliot and Fie. Elliot appeared to be staggered while the other two were barely fazed.
(Elliot) "Oh man, still not used to that!"
(Fie) "Doubt we ever will."
(Laura) "Instructor. It's been quite some time."
They turned their attention to Doomguy who gave them a nod.
(VEGA) "It is a pleasure to see you all well."
(Laura) "Likewise. I only wish the circumstances were better."
(Fie) "Tried contacting everyone else we could, but they were either busy or didn't respond at all, so for now we're all you're getting.
(Elliot) "We received a distress call from Sitri. Is everything alright in Fodlan?"
Doomguy shrugged and motioned for them to follow him out the room.
(VEGA) "A distress signal was sent out, and normally we would have been able to respond, but an unknown variable has been preventing us from doing so. However, we are still able to keep track of any movement via teleportation of former House Isekai members."
(Fie) "If it has the ability to block dimensional calling, that's pretty strong, whatever it is."
(Laura) "Has anyone else been able to respond this entire time?
(VEGA) "Yes. Rean Schwarzer, Towa Herschel, Satou Kazuma, and Aigis have been the only four to do so."
(Elliot) "That explains why we couldn't call Rean and Towa."
(Laura) "Aigis I can understand, but for Kazuma to show up? That surprises me."
(Fie) "Guessing you haven't been able to ask them what's going on either?"
(VEGA) "Your assumption is correct."
(Fie) "Guess that means we gotta get our hands dirty."
Fie checked her gunblades and stretched her arms.
(Laura) "Hopefully combat won't be necessary."
(Elliot) "Buuut that doesn't really seem possible, if I'm being honest. Trouble tends to follow us no matter where we go."
Doomguy checked his shotgun's ammo as he opened up the door to another teleportation chamber.
(VEGA) "We thank you for responding regardless, but we will ask if you may investigate this phenomenon on our behalf."
(Fie) "Sure. Things are pretty stable back home."
(Elliot) "So, if we're going into Fodlan, how are we going to keep in contact?"
(VEGA) "We are assuming there will be a total communications blackout. If you do not respond within a week in Fodlan's time, we will directly intervene."
(Laura) "All right then. Looks like our goals are to find former House Isekai members and find out what's going on."
(VEGA) "Affirmative."
(Fie) "Mission parameters established then. Let's begin."
(VEGA) "...Strange. There appears to be a teleportation to the Goneril territory."
(Elliot) "What's so weird about it?"
(VEGA) "It was not activated by Sothis, but rather the tower itself."
(Everyone) ?
(Laura) "But there is no one there. Right? Instructor Byleth made sure of that."
(Fie) "Guess that's another thing we gotta investigate. First let's head to where that teleportation took place.."
(Elliot) "That's Hilda's last name, isn't it?"
(VEGA) "Hilda Valentine Goneril. Unofficial retainer to Claude Von Riegan."
Doomguy stood behind a console and pressed several buttons and looked at the members of Class VII.
(Elliot) "So three things to do, got it! We'll see you soon!"
(VEGA) "Good luck, Class VII."
Doomguy gave them a thumbs up before he pulled the lever.
They were absorbed into a beam of light and were taken to the location VEGA reported...
...
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(Buck) "So...that portal wasn't theirs?"
(Fie) "No. Something else pulled you here, and we came to find out why, among other things."
(Elliot) "On top of that, we have to find out specifically why you all were brought here. Our group didn't have much reason other than it being chance but yours it seems almost deliberate."
(Raelyn) "I fail to think of anything unique happening to where I'd be brought into a world like this."
(Dutch) "Same with us."
(Duvalie) "Agreed..."
(Laura) "Well, despite the unusual circumstances that has brought us here, the former members of House Isekai ask to join forces with your group."
(Raelyn) "No objections here."
(Romeo) "It's either work together or be stuck in this place forever, so we might as well."
(Mickey) "You got our support."
The ODST's and Raelyn turned to Duvalie.
She crossed her arms, barely able to keep her anger down.
(Buck) "How old are you, exactly?"
(Duvalie) "SHUT UP! FINE! FINE! WHATEVER, YAAY WE'RE BEST FRIENDS! NOW ENOUGH!"
(Elliot) "Hah...g-glad to see she hasn't...changed?"
(Raelyn) "There is nothing about her personality that I have seen thus far that you should be glad about, Elliot."
(Duvalie) "EXCUSE ME?!-"
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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MEMORIES
It was 7 o'clock in the evening and here I am sitting on a couch, sipping a cup of coffee while facing my laptop. I'm on a coffee shop. I brought my laptop because i needed to search my assignments on the internet and this shop happened to have a strong wifi connection.
I sighed when i finally finished my homework. I leaned on the couch. "Finish," said I.
I roamed my eyes around the coffee shop and a guy caught my attention.
He was reading a book while a cup of coffee were on his hands. His eyes were reddish and teary. His lips were pale. He yawned many times but still, his eyes were fixed on the book that he was reading. He placed his coffee on the table and pinched himself.
He lazily brushed his hair with his hands and suddenly he looked at my direction. His reddish eyes met mine and with that, i quickly looked away and pretended that i was doing something on my laptop.
Why did I stare at him anyway?
"Excuse me," somebody said. I looked at the one who spoke. It was him, the guy from the other table.
"Yes?" i said, looking at him. Did he get the wrong idea?
"C-Can I borrow some penny?" he asked, looking away. He looked shy.
I raised a brow when i heard his question. Why would i give some money to a stranger?
"Pardon?" I asked calmly.
"I-I have no money left on my pocket. I n-need to buy a coffee again. ." he replied.
"And is that my problem?"
"N-no. Sorry for that," he said and quickly went to his seat.
I stared at him again. He was pinching and slapping himself. He shook his head, trying to avoid being drowsy.
He is sleepy, is'nt he? But why is he still reading a book? That would make him more sleepy for i believe that books are really boring.
We happened to be the only ones on the coffee shop, except the employees.
"No, no, no. Stay awake, Joshua. You need to stay awake," he whispered and slapped himself again. I read his mouth and i heard him enough.
He looked like he was about to faint but he recovered himself quickly. His eyes met mine again but this time, it looked like he was pleading me for something.
"P-Please help m-me," he whispered but still enough to be heard by me. "I c-can't f-fight it anymore. ." he said, staring at me.
My heart began to beat fast for unknown reason. I stood up and went to his table.
"Are you alright?" I asked. "Your eyes are red and you look so drowsy."
"I s-should always stay awake," he answered. "I d-did not sleep for a w-week already," he added.
"What?" I unbelievably asked. "W-Why?"
He pinched himself again and tried not to close his eyes.
"P-Please keep my m-memories, h-help me remember them o-once i wake up," he said. His head slowly fell on the table and his eyes were closing.
"H-Hey, wake up! I don't even know you. Memories what? What do you mean—" I did not manage to finish my words when my eyes accidentally glanced at the book that he was reading earlier.
"Memories" i read.
I took the book and read it again. So he meant this book? is this his memories?
I curiously opened the book and looked at the first page.
"This book serves as the storyteller of my life. Once i lose this, my memories will vanish with it together and be gone forever.
If lost, please return to me.
- Joshua"
I was surprised of what i've read. He placed his pictures and his biodata on the first page and signed it. Is this true? Is he telling the truth or am i just taking it seriously?
I tried waking him up but I failed. He was sleeping like a corpse. A pale lips and skin. It really seems that he did not sleep for how many days.
I sighed because of frustration. What am i going to do now? If i leave him here, my guilt will probably kill me.
I decided to take him with me. Just this once. Just until he wake up.
~
It's been three days and he is still on my bed. He did not wake up for three days but he is breathing. I was about to take him to the hospital but his book says if he fell asleep, just let it be and wait for him to wake up.
Yes, i spent my time reading the content of his book eventhough just holding it makes me cringe.
I've learned that it is not actually a book. It's more likely a diary that tells me the story about him and his life.
I also figured out what his situation is. It saddened me and pushed me to help him.
He loses his memories everytime he wakes up.
His parents were divorced and he chose to be on his mother's care. But unfortunately, his mother died when he was thirteen. His father had another family. He has nowhere to go but luckily, his grandparents were able to raise him until he graduated senior highschool. But because of age, his grandparents died and since then, he lived on his own expenses.
He attends school every morning and works everynight. And eventually, he developed his disease at a young age maybe because of too much stress and pressure.
"W-Where am I?"
I quickly looked at the guy on my bed. Good thing, he woke up.
"How's sleep?" I asked.
"Who are you? Where am I?" he asked, looking at me with a big question mark on his face.
"I'm Shan and you are Joshua. You're in my condo," I answered. "You've slept for three days, aren't you hungry?" I said and went to the kitchen.
I brought him foods from the refrigerator. "Eat first. You can trust me. You were the one who begged me to help you, so eat and i'll explain later."
I seated on the sofa and looked at him. Confusion is obviously plastered on his face but he decided to follow what i said. He ate.
"I can't remember anything. Ugh," he said as he held his head. "What's wrong with my memory?" he whispered to himself.
"Don't force yourself. That's why i'm here by the way," i said. "Listen to me," He looked at my eyes as if he is waiting for me to continue. "You fell asleep and you lost your memory again." I handed him the book.
"This belongs to you." He accepted and opened it. "You entrusted that to me since you asked me for help. Read it and you will be able to recall your memories. And by then, you can leave."
"What's this?" he asked.
"Your diary," i answered.
He then started reading it. I excused myself for him to focus and left for a walk.
~
Months has passed.
"Shan, what day is today?" Joshua asked. I glanced on my watch and looked at him.
"It's Monday. October 14, 2019" i answered completely, for i know he's gonna write what happened today on his diary.
It's been four months since we've met at the coffee shop. When he woke up that moment, it took him one day to finish his diary and he could'nt restrain himself from feeling drowsy again. So i played a very loud rock music while he was reading. He said it was disturbing but i know it helped a lot.
He keeps on reading and getting back his memories but he will feel drowsy and end up falling asleep again eventually. And that cycle repeats.
His illness is rare and has no cure. I got him checked up but the doctor said that there's no cure for it unless he will take some drugs that can make him stay awake. And with that, he refused.
Of course, he stopped schooling temporarily because of his situation. I also stopped him from working every night because that would make him feel tired and drowsy.
His situation is so hard that I cannot help but to guide and remind him. And because of that, i decided to tell him that i will take care of him. I told him he can live with me.
Well, since we're living on the same roof, we couldn't prevent having infatuation with each other. Yes, I like him a lot and it deepens as days goes by.
We're already in a relationship two months ago. He confessed and i accepted his feelings. And so, he's now my boyfriend and I'm his girlfriend.
"I will write more memories with you," he said and smiled. "A day with you is always fun," he added.
I smiled. "Of course, you're inlove with me and so am i," I answered.
His sweet smile slowly faded and turned into a bitter one. With that, i asked him. "What's with your smile?"
"I'm just thinking," he said and sighed. "I kept on feeling drowsy and forgetting you. Aren't you tired of reminding me of who i am and who you are to me? Aren't you tired of me yet? You're always on my side before and after i sleep. You're always taking care of me. I'm a mess, why are still with me? Why did you stay?"
His face is so sad.
"It's because I love you," I answered and stared at him. "I will never get tired of reminding you. I will never get tired of taking care of you. I will always stay on your side no matter what. So don't worry, you can sleep whenever you want. I will be here once you wake up and i'll help you again. Okay?" I said sincerely.
His eyes were teary. He pulled me for a hug. " Thank you. Thank you for loving me. It may take a lot of time but i promise to remember you, even in my grave."
I patted his back and smiled. "Will you write this scenario on your diary too?" i asked and chuckled.
We broke the hug and he laughed. "Of course," he said and held his pen. "Today, I promised my girfriend, Shan, that i will always remember her and my love for her with or without this diary. I will engrave her name in my heart and cherish it until i die," he said while writing it on his diary. He faced me. "I love you, Shan."
"I love you too, Joshua."
It's a hectic day! I'm preparing for my projects and assignments to be passed tomorrow which is the deadline and i didn't finish it yet.
I slapped my forehead as i roamed my eyes from my laptop to my messed study table. Papers, scratches, food wrappers and lay outs everywhere.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to calm myself and avoid being pressured. I sighed as i placed my hands on my face. I couldn't stop myself from crying. I've been through hard situations nowadays.
I attend school every day and i work every night. Eventhough my parents are well-off, i don't want to depend myself to them too much. I'm old enough to be independent.
"W-where am I?"
I wiped my tears away and quickly went to the bed. He woke up. I smiled. Finally, my love is awake.
"You're in our home," i said as my tears flowed down to my cheeks. I opened the drawer and took his diary.
"Read it so you can understand," i said and gave him the diary.
"Why would i read that shit?" he asked arrogantly. It surprised me. It's the first time that he said those words to me after waking up.
"It's your m-memories," i answered. He took the book from my hand, glaring at me.
"Go," he said.
"W-What?"
"I said get out of my sight so i can read this shit—memories you say," he answered.
Of course that broke my heart even more. I quickly went back to my table and seated.
I placed my knees together and my hands on its top. I cried a lot. I'm stressed out and he couldn't remember me. He even acted arrogantly.
I cried my heart out before i continued doing my projects. I didn't even rest, for i have to submit these papers early tomorrow. I always glance at him and he's just reading it with his brows met.
I sighed. I'm sleepy.
I closed my laptop and cleaned my mess after i finally finished what i have to finish. It was a very long and tiring day. I want to sleep.
I walked towards the bed where Joshua is sitting while reading the book. I rushed towards the pillow and closed my eyes.
"I hope you can still remember me and your love to me. I hope.."
'that when i wake up, you already remembered me,' I continued inside my head and closed my eyes as tears slowly pooled down into the pillow.
"I'm so sorry."
I opened my eyes because i heard some sobs. I quickly rolled out and looked at Joshua who's crying beside me.
"W-What happened?" i asked and hugged him. I patted his back. I'm worried.
"I'm sorry for giving you so much pain. I'm so sorry that while you were into hard situations, i was on this bed, just sleeping and could not even remember you. I was not on your side when you needed help. I gave you a lot of stress. I'm very sorry.." he said, crying.
My tears pooled down as i closed my eyes tightly. It clenches my heart.
"It's a-alright.." i said and patted his back. "It's o-okay.." i said while wiping my tears.
He broke the hug and faced me. His wet eyes met mine. "Why are you like this?" he asked. "Why are you still loving me?!" he bursted out. "I gave you pain. I only give you problems!"
Tears can't stop falling from my eyes while listening.
"Your life would be so good if you didn't meet someone like me who's ill. Because of me, you're living your life miserably!" he said, crying.
He punched himself and i stopped his hands.
It hurts me seeing him like this, saying those words to me.
"It's my fault! Why did i ask for your help that time?" he said, punching himself. "You could've live in peace, without worries."
I closed my eyes tightly as the pain clenched my heart. My tears were unstoppable.
"Shan, i really am sorry. I apologize. I'm sorry for asking your help. Sorry that you met someone like me—" He did not manage to continue what he was saying when i slapped him.
"Sorry for what? You're sorry because i met you? You're sorry because i helped you? Joshua! Get yourself together! That was my choice, why are you apologizing for it? You're hurting me even more!" i answered.
He stayed silent. He wiped his tears as he went to the cabinet, getting his clothes from it and placed it on his bag.
I rushed towards him. " What are you doing?!" i exclaimed.
"I-I'm leaving you, for good," he answered, still getting his things.
"W-What?" I asked. He stopped and faced me.
His teary eyes stared on me. "Do you love me?" he asked, trying to prevent his tears from flowing.
"S-So much.." i answered. My tears continued flowing from my eyes.
"Then set me free," he said. His tears fell to his cheeks. "Set me free so i can live without hurting and worrying you. Set me free so you can live your life again like the way it used to be."
I fell on my knees. I held his hands and begged him. "Don't leave me," i said, crying out loud.
"Sorry.." he said and moved away his hands from me. He went to the bed and picked up his diary.
He flipped the pages and stopped at the middle. "Memories of us," he whispered.
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More bro fic.... angst fodder kind content.
Take that can away if you can
I never see Shane works that don't go all in for romance nor explore the more realistic ugly parts of recovery, and I kind of crave That TM. So let me have at it too with the self-insert whump mumbo jumbo; no romo version.
Set post-8 hearts event- not 10, jesus-, Farmer Uidelsib is two years or so in, full house built and married to Emily. They/them pronouns, same as me.
Diverges from then on, Shane-centric from an outside POV for the most part.
I also put it on Ao3.
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A bitch bastard man and a bitch walk into a room... Chapter 1/2/3/4
"I think we should talk about this."
If the room was stifled before, this just causes the pin to drop, and the relative lull to shatter with it. I don't want a storm, but we can't pretend the sea's a slightly oversized pond if we want him not drowning in it- again, my mind supplies, unhelpful.
He's zoning out again, blurry eyes pointedly off me, preferring the turned-off TV.
Let's start easy. "Why did you come here, Shane?"
"I-I-" It sounds like an excuse building up and it bubbles out like a shaken can, "I don't- I shouldn't have-" he goes to up and leave, and we just can't have that.
I scrape my chair closer and grab his shoulder, same as before. Hopefully it's more placating than caging. "No, you should have. You did good. Seeking out, remember?"
He doesn't answer but stills.
"Like Dr.Campbell and Harvey said." I try again.
"Yeah… Yeah." Deep breathing. "I. Don't know." He searches for my face, not quite past the nose. I nod, ushering him on. "It's. Stupid." I frown and my eyebrow goes higher than before and he immediately doubles down. "I know- positiv' reinforchment and all that shit! But… It's hard." A tired hand wipes the most of moisture off his face, before it goes back to wriggle with the other on his lap. "It's so fuckin' hard. Didn't even last two seasons!-"
I cut him off. "Two seasons is a lot! One and a half too. Last time, you'd tried to go cold turkey on the spot. We know what that got us." Sea foam in the mouth and a shared cold in the early spring, on top of a Joja lawsuit. "Shit's hard, like you said. You lasted one and a half this time. Next time-"
"Why the fuck do you always think there's gonna be a next time."
This time, I still. My laidback demeanor mirror his, but so does the cold anger creeping in and tensing both our backs.
"Because. There is going to be a next time. And another after that. And another. Same way there's been next times before this one now."
What's left unsaid we don't touch.
All irritation floods from him like it's just pointless to keep it in anymore, and his forehead goes to thunk softly against the wooden surface he leaned on before. The table muffles his next words a little.
"I can't… keep doing that." I don't peep. "I can't keep rolling back down and then up and down, and up, and down. I- I just can't, Garcia- Uidel-"
"I'll drag you there." I shrug.
"But you shouldn't have to!" His voice raises and make the boards vibrate where his skin's still pressed. "You shouldn't have to-to fuckin'-" he sniffles, the following words drowned out in held-back sobs. "Fuck damn it, you- I said I- I wouldn't be a burden anymore!"
He's crying out loud now, open sorrow and no walls left. Out of all the things you could stick on the not-so amiable man sulking straight from bed to Jojamart to Stardrop Saloon to bed, you probably wouldn't think of "extreme scare of bothering anyone". Yet it's all here in how he collapses silently in the mattress, wake without a sound, keep his head down the whole time he crosses town, tries to merge himself in the fake-nice blue of the shelves at work, then corners himself right between the chimney and the bar on Emily's side, stuck in-between two sources of warmth that can never touch him unless he swings one way or the other. And he doesn't a lot, still keeping to himself strictly. You probably wouldn't think either of how dreamy he gets, hidden in his alcove but seeing everything from there.
When Harvey nerds out about classical, jazz and electro swing music down the bar to me, trying to catch me up on my fuzzy memories of arts history and the implications of breaking codes in the tempo and the leisure of each instruments; of how each note gets a specific response from the brain if done right, and can make up for caffeine deprivation in miraculous ways, when there are no more chances to push back the dread of midterms season at doctor school.
When Elliott, boisterous and drunk, arm-on-arm with an equally inebriated Leah, calls out to the whole place to hear out his latest soliloquy, and drags on the words too much, but with a voice that carries it well, all flamboyance and no limits, as his hair floats around him in a crown and he reigns over the room like a kind lion- Description all intoxicated words from your chicken man truly, not mine. I always get too caught up in the pendulum of Leah's braid and her crooked smile to quite appreciate his theatrics. But the recital rings clear, and everyone applauds the performance- because hey, you applaud a drunk guy showing off the prowess of not tripping a single word in a ten minutes tirade, but also because it really is that good! Everyone, even Shane, whose hands zipped to under his armpits the moment our eyes crossed and I met his pink cheeks with a clairvoyant smile.
Hey, what can I say. Dude's a sapiosexual. Hence why we'll never and cannot bang. That, and, uh, the being lesbian thing.
But all this is closed off and not for anyone to see behind see-through fogged windows, like those kitchen cabinets, when you can make out the piled plates all resting against the cold surface precariously, bound to crash and shatter the moment you open them.
It took a good wrecking ball of a fake-oblivious polite faced stranger and my incessant, hot pepper poppers-powered pestering, to even just crackles the glass.
The rest was all done out of his own volition. He can't see that because alcohol is a depressant, and guzzling it down leads to blurry concepts made softer always and pretty much lush in brain, and when he's off the thing, and that's rare, he instantly goes from not there to thinking he's everywhere, soiling everything and giving nothing.
His sobbing doesn't relent, and he whimpers issues of "trustworthy sack of shit", "not being worth the fucking shrink's money", "not being worth his aunt's troubles", "not being worth Jas". At some point he goes to grapple with his hair, and tugs brusquely once, then twice, then I have to reach for his wrist to make him stop, which he snatches back as soon as I make contact. But he doesn't grab anything to pull or pinch or punch again, so that's good. I stay on standby beside him, but don't touch him. He rasps more condemnations, struggles to breathe enough through the phlegm spreading in his respiratory system, and I start reenacting the steps to stop a hyperventilation in my head, and the first aid for choking, when he begins to cough violently, his entire frame upset with the movement.
He takes the tissue box i nudge with insistence toward him, and ends up spitting mouthfuls of mucus mixed with some bile in the basin under his feet. Most of it is clear and smells of fruits, not beer, so I'm not too worried. When I go to stabilize him by taking his shoulders, he grasps at my wrists to stop me- but let them stay here, while he clings. The tremors get to me now, and I remind myself that this is good, this is before the cliffs and him finding refuge to burst open, not glassily stare at the weeping clouds as he blabbers on the meaninglessness of his life.
This is… very alive.
I ought to be glad.
I let him come down at his rhythm, counting the pulses of his wrists as I feel mine numb with the blood circulation slowed down under his hold.
When he's back with a mind, I count to three, then let go. His arms flop back down, on his lap and hands dangling between his tighs. He blows his nose again.
"I'm so pathetic…"
"Yeah sure, and I'm a serial prom queen."
Instead of jabbing back and forth, we get interrupted by a soft mewling. Both of us turn to the door, that's opened slightly to let in Eryza, the pitter-patter of her paws on the stone flooring the only sound for a moment…
As we both stare in revulsion at her jaw, a single line of vomit dripping of it.
Shane puts his head down in shame, not even having the strenght to hide further.
"Sorry."
"Nah, 's okay. She's already trash, anyway."
Eryza edges closer and rapidly tour around our legs- going back to Shane's feet twice, her whiskers tickling his exposed ankles. Purring loudly, she completely ignore my chastizing as I threaten to make her diet periwinkle-based to counter-act her literal potty mouth, and she scampers to do who-knows-what in the rooms.
"Your vibes are rancid, do you hear me?? Rancid, girl!" I call after her. "I swear to Yoba, Shane, your aunt might as well have brought me a raccoon."
Turning back to him, I can see the short-lived humor of the situation was, well, short-lived. I sigh.
It's late. We're both tired. Tomorrow is sunday. It's cool. We've got time.
I don't sit back down right away. First, I put a hand down on the nape of his neck, that slides to the top of his scalp, right where he'd tug. My quota, remember?
He sniffles some, a few teardrops make their way to the planks, unheard. We stay like this for a moment.
He doesn't shake me off, but in the slow tandem his body takes, rocking lightly from back to forth, I can tell it's enough, for now.
I sit back down on my chair.
I lean on the hand I'd put in his dark purple strands before, smelling cedar wood and pine trees. I don't assume. My farm has plenty of those to stumble through. And even if he went back to the cliff, another time again. I do that too. With my own cliffs back at not-home, but close. There's a sense, in staring down what couldn't take you.
Like visiting a scene crime that you've narrowly escaped from. And pride too. And the thrill of asking- "what if again? What if this time?"- and okay, I can see why it'd be worrying to have him go there a thrice time on his own late in the evening.
But last time was fine, the one before was made fine, and he might need a bitch for a friend right now, but not a watchdog.
His forehead is back against the table.
Three fingers massage my temple. I don't know how much he'll even remember tomorrow, but it's worth the try, always.
"Shane, dude, look at me." He doesn't.
"Dude."
Still doesn't budge. I knock the wood lightly.
"Yo, punk, my eyes are up here." I joke.
He snorts, or maybe he sniffles, and his chin's now resting on the table, peering through the forgotten drinks to watch me. His hands are hidden, probably still clutching his midsection. If I went on a rollercoaster toasted, I'd probably look the exact same.
"I told you before that you literally couldn't be a burden."
He snorts for sure this time, derisive. I knock wood again. "Don't look away from me when I talk, young man. Rude ass punk."
"Bitch." He throws.
"Bitch bastard man." I send back. "Anyways, as I was saying. If I choose you're my dumb of ass to keep around, that's me, that's my decision. You can't burden me if I choose the hard mode package and roll with it. So stop it. I literally told you before, it's not about you not making efforts or burdening people, it's about people who want to deal with you, out of free will."
"Freaky."
"Oh shut up, you dramatic himbo wannabe."
"A what now?"
"Internet slang. Gotta admit you're closer to a dad bod type, but the energy's here, according to many."
He shuffles, self-conscious. "Y'don't need to remind me…"
"Oh hush you, you're perfectly fine. And Elliott would eat his dumb little lobster and pomegranate toasts off that belly if you'd grow out of your own shell and let him."
He sputters unintelligibly, red as a fecking pepper. Good. Flustered is better than self-depreciating.
But now he's pulled on his hood and the strings all the way out, and resumes to chanting me to fuck off, so that might be a good call for a break.
"I'm gonna change and clean up, you need anything? Do you think you'll go back to the ranch, or stay here for the night?" It's happened before, but you can count them on the fingers of one hand.
A long silence follows and I allow myself a quick look in the mirror. Yeah, we're skipping a shower tonight, but the simple hairbrush will not do. I look like a bird's nest that the birds fought in to know who'd keep the children when bird 2 takes off and bird 1 is left to mourn the empty space that'll never fill up the same again and the good times that won't be- wow, trauma lane much, not now, cowpal. First we buckle up our current rodeo. I walk back to the main room, now pajama-clad.
"I've got the beds for the possible kids up there, don't ask me why Robin put so many there, we're two people in a house, and I can lend you a Tee if you want."
He's anxious, chewing his thumb. "Emily won't mind?"
"She's out, sleeping at Haley's tonight. Girls' night and sisters catching up. It's important for her energy flow and karmic balance. Plus, you know she wouldn't mind, she likes you."
That makes him blush more, covering up the alcohol damage enough. I take note, but don't comment. Things for later. They pile up tonight.
"I- I can't go back to the ranch like this."
"You could. Marnie knows better than act as if you're doing this for fun, now. She'd have to understand. But you don't have to." I reassure him when agitated pupils jump up to me. Let's keep that ongoing panic attack at bay. "Either way, I won't mind."
I sit back. Stretch my arms between us. Catch his worrying hands into mine. Give him a squeeze. Tense appendages don't squeeze back, but don't pull back either. That's half a win. He stops torturing the poor things, and unfold with visible effort, like a crumpled up paper flower put on water. His head shakes, and I can't tell if it's conscious, him speaking with himself or trying to shake off a thought, or just a reflex. He visibly forces his shoulders to relax.
"I'm… not bothering you?" Righteous. Seeking vocal positive reinforcement, like a pro.
"Nope." I pop out the 'p'.
"... I think I'll, uh, stay for tonight."
My hands shoot into the air. "Woo! Sleepover, baby!"
I don't catch his hands curling back on themselves, trying to capture that leftover warmth in the late summer night.
--- to be continued.
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You sighed, eyes traveling over the items you were using for your tracking spell. It looked like everything was there that the spell required. Then why..?
"You need a break, meine Liebe. "
The sudden voice caused you to jump before turning away from your desk to your door and to the concerned doctor standing there.
"What am I doing wrong, Hen? Why isn't this spell working? It's always worked before."
Henrik frowned and looked over at your desk.
"I'm afraid I know nothing about magic. There is little I could do to assist you here." He walked over to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, "I do know about keeping a body healthy. And right now you are not doing vhat's necessary to keep your body functioning vell. You vill not being doing Chase any good if you vork yourself to zhe point you pass out. Anti and Jackie are out looking for him too. It's not like we're abandoning zhe search."
You balked at Henrik's suggestion, "I can't, Henrik. Not while Chase is still missing. It's been days! He's probably hurt or, or lost, or...." You trailed off, not wanting to continue. Henrik knew what was left unsaid. It was a fear they all had but no one wished to say outloud. To say it would make it more real, more possible that Chase.... "What point is there in having magic if I can't use it to find a missing family member?"
Henrik's thumb rubbing against your cheek brought your attention to the tears making their way down your face. You looked up at his face, taking in the sight of the liquid pooling in his own eyes, "Oh Y/N..." He pulled you into a tight hug, one that you gratefully accepted, holding onto the doctor like he was your port in this storm. Judging from how he clung to you, he seemed to need that hug just as much as you did. Emotions had been running high in the house since Chase hadn't come home from his shopping trip almost two weeks ago. And those emotions came crashing down on you both now as you wept in each others arms.
Later after you both had calmed down, Henrik managed to coax you to at least come get some food. It was while you were eating the sandwich he made for you that Marvin abruptly popped in front of you two.
"Jackie needs help!" He gasped out, holding up his hand to show you guys the glowing amulet. He had made an identical one for Jackie to use when he was in trouble, both amulets lighting up when he grabs it. You and Henrik shot to your feet, the doctor grabbing your arm while you grabbed Marvin's hand. Soon as Marvin saw you were both holding on you felt the familiar warm tug of teleportation magic focus through the amulet, following the connection to its twin.
When your senses cleared from popping into existence at the new location, your brain couldn't make sense of the scene before you. Jackie was currently on his back barely holding off someone in a hoodie who was hell bent on stabbing him with an odd looking dagger. 
"Jackie!" You cried, using your magic to fling the stranger away a few feet.
Marvin and Henrik scrambled to Jackie's side to check on the hero as you stood with your magic at the ready should the stranger charge at you guys. Jackie was a superhero and he had the speed and strength to prove it. That this stranger was able to pin Jackie down was nothing short of terrifying, especially when you had no idea what else this person was capable of.
"Jackie, are you alright??" Henrik asked, hands fluttering over Jackie in search of wounds. 
Jackie shook his head frantically, scooting back away from the stranger. "I...I can't. I can't fight him! I can't hurt him!" The hero's anguished cries confused you.
Then the stranger stood up from where you had flung him away, his hood slipping off to reveal his face. Your jaw dropped and you felt your magic sputter away due to your shock, "Chase?!" 
"What??" Marvin's and Henrik's heads shot up, their mouths falling open when they saw him.
All this time you all had been searching high and low for Chase only for him to come to you. But something was horribly wrong. Other than trying to stab Jackie, Chase now had wispy blue glowing eyes and the skin you could see was unnaturally white. In his hand he grasped a dagger made of some dark metal, with a skull on the hilt that had glowing blue eyes just like Chase's.
"Move mage. You are not the one my master wanted dead."
From behind you someone gasped as your own eyes bulged in shock, chills running down your spine. His voice...Chase's voice was all wrong. It echoed as if he was speaking from far away through a tunnel instead of just a few feet away out in the open. In all your years you had never come across anyone that sounded like that. Not even the supernatural creatures you and Marvin interacted with often. A soul deep fear gripped you, your primitive instincts telling you to run. This creature was dangerous you needed to flee!
Only sheer willpower kept you standing where you were though you could feel small tremors in your hands. "Chase! Oh god what happened to you?!" Marvin came to stand next to you, disbelief in his eyes and voice.
Chase's cold glowing eyes narrowed, "I am not this Chase you all keep insisting I am. And I do not have time for trivial questions. Step aside before I am forced to make you."
Marvin shuddered beside you, making you wonder if he felt the instinct to flee too. Your eyes went to the dagger in Chase's hand again. Maybe that was the source of this? Faint yet very dark magic emanated from it. Cursed no doubt. You had to get it away from him. You took a step forward, forcing yourself to stay when those eyes immediately flicked to you. "Chase please! We know it's you! We would know you anywhere!" You pleaded with him.
Those horrible eyes remained cold and unfamiliar, not even a hint of recognition in them, "I warned you."
Before you had a chance to react, Chase lifted his arm up, tendrils of shadowy magic arching from his hand and wrapping around your neck. A screech of pain tore from your lips, the tendrils burning into your skin. You felt the tendrils jerk back, your body flying through the air to land with a thud in front of Chase. Cries of "Y/N!" vaguely drifted to your ears as you scrambled to right yourself. You couldn't hold back your own cry of fear when you looked up and saw Chase's impassive gaze staring down at you, dagger glinting in the light as it swung towards you. Rapidly pulling on your magic to protect yourself you threw up yours arms just as you heard and felt a burst of static. You looked up just in time to see a blur tackle Chase from the side.
"̡Wh͠a̛t t͞he͢ ́f́u͡ck̶ ąr҉e͟ y̸ou d͢oi͜n̨g͜,͘ ̛Ch͝ase̷?!́" Anti's voice shrieked.
Scrabbling to your feet, you watched Anti wrestle Chase to the ground. Anti had the element of surprise on his side but as you watched you could see how the glitch was struggling to grapple Chase. Not even Anti was strong enough to hold down Chase?! Even worse you could see the dagger now laying in the grass next to you and yet Chase remained unchanged. Marvin must have had the same idea though as you saw him rapidly pick it up when he, Henrik, and Jackie ran to your side, banishing the dagger away only to look dismayed as he watched Chase and Anti still trying to grapple each other.
"́Ẃha͜t̕ th͜e ̶he͝ll is ̶w͡ro͠ng̀ ͠w͝i͠th you?!͢ We'͡r͠e͡ ͝your ̷family, ̨C̕h̡as̀e!̵ ͡A̢r҉e͏ ͝yo̡u se̛ŕi̸o͡usly go͞ing ҉ţo͟ ̧f͏u̡cki̡ng͏ k̛ill͠ ͟us̶?!" Anti snarled though you could hear the fear under his anger.
For the first time, Chase seemed to falter momentarily before he was growling right back at Anti. Marvin gasped beside you and stepped forward, "What about your kids Chase?? Little Sammy and Gray! What would they say?" 
Again Chase froze, this time blinking then clutching at his head, "No...master said..."
Anti was thrown off when Chase snarled and a mini blast of dark magic erupted from him. "You cannot distract me from my master's mission!" Chase growled as he faced you all.
Marvin turned his head to you and Jackie, "Help Anti hold Chase down. I have an idea!"
You both nodded and Jackie leapt forward to Anti's side. The two of them tackled the younger ego to the ground. You pulled your magic forth, focusing on using it to weigh Chase's limbs down. Several long minutes passed as you three struggled to hold Chase still while not hurting him. Tears blurred your sight despite how you desperately tried to blink them away. You couldn't afford to cry now. You had to stay focused or else you would lose the tight grip on your magic that you needed to help the others. Taking a deep shuddering breath you bit your lip as you concentrated on strengthening your magic's hold on the snarling, raging creature that Chase had become. 
Marvin had been working on his own spell and when Chase was finally held relatively still he stepped in front of Chase. "You have to remember us, Chase! Please!" Marvin placed his glowing hands on Chase's temples, his eyes glowing with the same magic. The second Chase and Marvin locked eyes they froze in place. It was disconcerting to see the two become still as statues, only their hands twitched occasionally. Anti and Jackie looked quickly back and forth between their two brothers, obviously very worried. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Henrik stepping forward, "Is...is zhat supposed to happen?"
You chewed on your lip, "I-I don't know. I don't know what spell he used."
Suddenly Marvin let out a blood curling scream, startling everyone but Chase. His hands had tightened to fists but they remained on Chase's head, his glowing eyes still locked on his brother's. You could see blood start to trickle down Marvin's wrists. Henrik jumped forward, "Marvin?! Stop Marvin! Let go!" The doctor tried to pull Marvin's hands away but it was like they were permanently stuck. Marvin's screams of anguish continued, making you want to cover your ears, your heart echoing Marvin's screams. What was happening?! 
Abruptly Chase fell like a puppet that had his strings cut, only Anti and Jackie keeping him from hitting the ground. Marvin jerked away and fell to his knees, scrambling blindly before vomiting, shoulders heaving with violent sobs. You immediately released your magic and ran to Marvin's side, kneeling next to Henrik who was rubbing circles on Marvin's back.
"Marvin! Are you alright?!" 
Marvin shook his head rapidly, pausing in his sobs to vomit up more. His arms trembled and finally gave out. Henrik was quick to grab him and hold him upright.
"Ma..Marv?" 
Marvin froze. You looked over at Anti and Jackie and saw them holding a trembling Chase. His glowing eyes were still there but now they were filled with a sorrow and agony that chilled you. For a moment Marvin and Chase just looked at each other but when Chase reached a shaking hand outwards, Marvin threw himself at Chase, wrapping his arms tightly around Chase as he started sobbing again, repeatedly whispering "I'm sorry!" inbetween sobs. Chase shook in the magician's hold, echoy sobs coming from him. You looked up at the others hoping for some sort of clue what was going on but they looked just as lost as you were.
It took a long time for Marvin and Chase to pull away from each other. Chase kept his head firmly down, refusing to do more than glance up for a moment but you could hear him sniff occasionally. Marvin kept his own head down when he was asked what happened with the spell.
He glanced at Chase then down at his fists, "I...I saw..." Marvin shuddered, "I showed Chase memories of us. Of his kids. And that spell unlocked the memories buried in him since..." He took a deep breath, "Since Chase...disappeared. And I saw..." Here Marvin starred crying again. Chase shrinked into himself as best he could and Anti wrapped an arm around him. You and Henrik each grabbed one of Marvin's hands when you saw blood well up under his finger nails again, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand as he struggled through his words. You were taken aback when Marvin looked up into your eyes and you saw the grief in his own eyes, "Y/N....Chase...he's been turned into a death knight."
You dropped Marvin's hand in shock and backed away a step. "What??" Your voice cracked. That couldn't be possible! "But...how?"
When Marvin shook his head you cried, "Marvin, how?! Who is even strong enough..??"
You were vaguely aware of Chase burying himself further against Anti, the glitch running his hand up and down Chase's arm, whispering concerns over how cold Chase was. You tried to get a grip on your emotions, you didn't want to scare Chase away now that you guys finally had him back. But if what Marvin said was true...
"I didn't see who turned him. Only heard their voice." Marvin whispered.
"Wait you saw him get turned?" Your heart shattered when Marvin nodded. Now you understood why Marvin had reacted so poorly after breaking away from the spell.
"Turned? Marvin what are you talking about?" Jackie shifted from foot to foot, looking from Chase to Marvin and back. 
"I...I've only...read about death knights....they're..." You trailed off as the horror of what Marvin said truly hit you.
"They're undead soldiers of necromancers. Usually commanders as their....violent deaths make them stronger than the average undead. The...more violent the death...the stronger the death knight." Chase spoke up softly.
Grief and horror warred on the others' faces when they realized what Chase was saying. "How...strong are you, Chase?" Jackie whispered. 
Chase and Marvin both flinched, "I-I was told I'm 2nd strongest death knight the necromancer created."
Silence descended on the group before Anti let out an enraged scream and glitched out of sight.
"Anti!" You called after him despite knowing he was gone.
"I'll go after him. You guys take care of Chase." Jackie said before taking to the air. But not before you saw the tears creating rivers down his face.
"I'm sorry." Chase rasped out, curling in on himself.
You, Marvin, and Henrik were immediately at his side, wrapping him up in a group hug.
"No no don't apologize, Chase! Zhis isn't your fault! It's going to be ok. We're here. It's ok." 
Chase looked up with the most heartbroken look you'd ever seen, "How is this ok, Hen? I'm a monster."
"You are not a monster! I don't know who did this to you or how but they are the monster not you." Marvin was quick to interject, his voice angry. He tightened his grasp on Chase, "It doesn't matter right now. A problem for another day. C'mon let's get you home where you belong."
Chase nodded and tucked himself into Henrik's side as you and Marvin worked together to create a portal home. On the other side the rest of the family greeted Chase with excitement then grief when they learned what happened to him. But they made sure he still felt loved and accepted. Robbie was even thrilled to have another undead family member. 
Later that night you slipped into Marvin's room and sat next to the weeping magician. He immediately buried his head in your shoulder.
"How could someone do that to him, Y/N?" Marvin rasped out, "He's already been through so much! The way that fucking bastard killed him!!"
You rocked Marvin gently when his sobs renewed, at a loss for words. There were no comforting phrases in any language that would ease Marvin's grief, having witnessed the horrible things done to Chase. 
When he calmed down again his eyes started glowing as he growled, "That necromancer will pay for this. I will find him and make him suffer the way he made Chase suffer!" 
You weren't surprised by the magician's rage as you felt a desire for vengeance as well. But you knew it would do more harm than good if you let that rage blind you. You pulled back to look Marvin in the eye, "Just don't go hunting him down without us. I know when Jackie and Anti get back they'll be itching to find this bastard. And I know I want a piece of him too. But for now we just need to be there for Chase and try to help him adjust. Promise me you won't go alone, Marvin."
Marvin gave you a firm nod, "I promise."
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Oof this was a hard one to write. But I told some that I was going to do it so here it is. Also for those who haven't seen a death knight I've added a gif so you can see what Chase's eyes looked like along with a video clip to give you an idea of what death knights sound like. Thank you @clanwarrior-tumbly for helping me figure out the plot!
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