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suna-reversed · 3 years
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𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡
toji fushiguro x reader
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You could have anyone you want
Why would you want to be with me?
I’m nothing special
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WC- 8k+ || MINORS DNI !!
my fic for the “great conjunction collab”
Warnings/tags- (unprotected sex, oral sex, slight voyeurism, choking, nipple play, mating press, size kink, slight breeding kink) (historical AU, non-canon timeline, greek mythology, hades-persephone retelling, mentions of misogyny/sexism, depression, religion, hurt/comfort, angst, heartbreak, major character injury, descriptions of blood, violence and death, manipulation)
𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖 - 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙
It would be an understatement to say that Toji, despite being one of them, had never felt like part of the clan and had hated the whole Zenin bloodline through all his years of suffering.
And the only thing he hated more than his own blood? It was the damned nobles who looked down upon him- mocking his lack of power under whispers and rumours. The spineless cowards didn’t even have the courage to spit those venomous words at his face.
He kept note of every single one of them- it was hard not to with how their laughs echoed in his mind each night as he dug his nails into his palms. So of course his attention was bound to drift towards the mother and daughter from a titled family that happened to take residence in the Zenin estate when they got news that their home down-south had been attacked. 
𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙚𝙖- 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮
Your home had not been attacked. It was all planned of course- your travel to the mountains up north that crossed the Zenin abode, your mother having fabricated the news so that she had an excuse to find an honourable match for you from one of the most powerful clans. Her sly spies had already done the dirty work, providing you with two suitable men- even if one of them was twice your own age and the other known for his aggressiveness. 
The white gown your mother had dolled you in and the orchids she had braided into your hair had every single eye focused on you as you made your way up to your chambers. You kept your head down, too nervous to meet the eye of anyone- hoping no older man took an interest in your facade of purity and innocence and decided to stake his claim on your body. Oh, how you wished you could get away from this life, get away from the wretched woman you had to call your mother, get away from all of it- the stupid clan- the stupid suitors- the stupi-
“Ah!” 
You yelped as your body crashed into what seemed to be a rock hard wall of muscles, the scent of night chilled mist and cedar taking over your senses. You blinked. 
Gulping, you moved back a step, ready to start sputtering apologies before your mother peeled your skin off for already having embarrassed yourself. Instead, your words stayed stuck in your throat as your gaze met with an intense pair of orbs- filled to the brim with the rage of achilles, but somehow also his sorrow. Your breath hitched in your throat, and in the back of your mind, you knew you should do something- move, apologise, scowl like a noble lady would if nothing else- but all you could do was stand there stunned, the man’s stance mirroring your own. 
You flinched as the pot-bellied butler who was leading you down the hallway came back, and you thought the dark haired man might kill him right there for interrupting the burning moment between you two. Instead, you were shocked as he let himself get pushed to the side, stuffing his hands into his pockets, head down as he made a beeline towards the exit.
You barely felt the crescent moons being engraved into your skin as your mother dragged you to your room by the arm, a clipped smile on her face. 
𝙊𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙪𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚- 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚
“Toji”
He continued walking, even as his eyes held a warning look. Gritting his teeth, he increased his pace.
“Toji-”
He shuddered. Say it again, he wanted to command, instead he turned the corner, hands curling into tight fists.  
He had been confused at first, almost appalled, at you- at your audacity to try and act like he wasn’t who he was- a piece of scum, the lowest of the lowly in the clan. But it seemed like this is how you had decided to spend the rest of your time whenever you weren’t being flagged by suitors or being paraded around your mother as the ideal of a chaste loyal wife. 
He had indulged you the first time you had struck up a conversation. Perhaps that was his initial mistake. His second being committed just now as he turned to you, the glee on your face making bile rise up to his throat. He had seen women like you before- well born “ladies” of the court in dire need of a good fuck, before they were packaged off like objects to a husband who’d only ever look at them as a vessel for carrying his children. Toji huffed in annoyance, eyes doing a quick scan of his surroundings before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into one of the storage rooms right around the corner. 
“Look-”
Toji cut himself off as he saw the baffled look on your face, your eyes starting to fill up with fear and panic. Somehow, he found himself speechless, the bitter words of telling you to go look for pleasure in a whorehouse now dissolving on the tip of his tongue.
He knew who you were being considered as a match for- having overheard the conversation during a clan meeting- it was supposed to be the sons of one of the higher ups and he could already picture the half wilted life you’d be living. And right then, something clicked in Toji’s mind- all those years of hatred and resentment flashing before his eyes as you hesitantly stepped back, tears welling up in your eyes, and right there, Toji knew what he wanted to do- what he had to. 
He took a deep breath and your heart hammered even harder in your chest. He had been different from the rest of them- you had known it from the first time. However, now you doubted your own wits, trying to recall the ways of combat you had seen the soldiers back home perform- even though you didn’t quite see how you’d succeed against the tall burly mass of flesh that towered above you. You jumped back as he strode right towards you- eyes clenched shut, hands raised in front of your face ready for the impact and pain. 
You were met with nothingness, barely feeling the light brush of his arm as he moved past you. 
Toji sighed at your almost childish antics, even though he agreed your actions would have been justifiable if it was any other man having pulled you into such a secluded place. He waited for you to calm down, lazily looking for the latch of the huge glass window situated on the other side of the room. He easily lifted it open, biceps flexing as he did so- placing his hands on the ledge before pulling himself to the other side.
He turned back towards your gawking figure, rolling his eyes, ready to put forward the offer that would decide if you were worth his time and effort or not. He extended his hand, trying to ignore the heat crawling up to the tip of his ears at the giddy relief-filled grin that spread across your face as he asked, 
“You ever visited the countryside princess?” 
--
You must be an angel in disguise, he finds himself thinking. It terrified him- the time he had spent staring at the column of your neck, watching your chest fall and rise with every breath- and the time he could have spent simply admiring every crook and nook of your body. 
You looked serene in the golden hour of the afternoon, lying on the grass with your eyes shut, sunlight cascading down your figure making it seem as if you carried your own halo. Toji was afraid you’d sprout wings any second now, disappearing away to someplace heavenly- someplace better than the hell you were about to be condemned to- someplace that didn’t have monsters like him. But at last, you were only a human- soon to be one of the Zenins if nothing else. 
The time you had sneaked out to the lake in the countryside with him had not been the last of your rendezvous. You had been quite different from what Toji had expected. You hadn’t made any advances towards him but you weren’t the pure little thing everyone believed you to be either.
You were smart to say the least- a trait that families often suppressed in women of your status, trying to force them into nothing but submissive concubines for their future husband. You were oddly aware of it- had mentioned your doomed fate quite a few times now, and he was struck by how you always laughed, as if your own self being stripped away was a joke. You seemed to do that quite a bit, and he understood it in some twisted way of his own plight. 
Even as his mind kept reminding him that you had still grown up being pampered, being spoiled, having others do your work for you- others like him. But conversation had flowed so naturally with you, he found himself showing you more and more of his places of solitude he had found all over the village through his years of misery.  
You were also naive in many ways, but still blunt in twice as many. Toji had rolled his eyes as he had asked you what you did with your free time back home- the answer was expected- it always had to be something related to the arts and education, trying to pump the ladies full of culture so that they have something to talk about at the dozen balls and galas they’d be attending every month. However, he had almost choked on the pear he chewed as you had started listing names of erotica after erotica- the titles being lewd enough to let him know just how filthy the content inside would be. 
You had burst into laughter at the look on his face, crumbs of fruit left on the side of his mouth making him look even more bizarre. You had reached up your fingers almost instinctively, eyes widening as you realised you had brushed them over the scar he never seemed to talk about. His hand was wrapped around your wrist in less than a second, halting it in place. 
He had stared right back at you, breaths heavy, eyes calculating as he loosened the grip around your skin, but not before he lifted your fingers to press against the mark once more. You swore you could have heard the drumming of your heart, and perhaps he did too.
As you brushed away the remaining bit of the sweet fruit, you couldn’t help but notice the flush that had formed on his cheeks, even as he scowled. 
𝙀𝙧𝙤𝙨- 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚.
“You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”
You’re bent over the table in the storage room that has somehow become your portal of escape from the person you have to pretend to be. It’s not the first time Toji has whispered his filthy administrations into your ear, but he’s never done it quite so close to where anyone could walk in and catch you red handed. 
Perhaps it was the fact that his face had turned a sick shade of green at the sight of your suitor tucking your hair behind your ear, your lips twitching upwards at something he said- the same way they had twitched up the night before when he had risen from in between your legs, the taste of yourself flooding your mouth as he had pressed his lips to yours. 
This is exactly what you were here for, and despite it, Toji knew who’s name you screamed at the end of every day. So then why did another hand on you ignite a bestial flame inside his chest? Why did he feel the need to pull you away in the dead of the night amongst the crowd of tipsy people, ridding you of the fabric of your dress in one swift movement as he had pressed you against the nearest surface. 
You didn't panic for even a moment, you knew it was his hand just from the touch of it, his hot breath against the shell of your ear, and his throbbing member pressed against the curve of your behind as a thumb rubbed circles into your hip bone. 
You throw your head back against his muscular chest, craning your neck upwards till you meet his eyes- they soften for the briefest of moments, but the way his tip brushes against your underwear-clad core seems to fill them with raw electricity once more. And you think he’s going to fuck you right there- make you cry out his name for letting another man so close to you. Instead, you gasp as his rough hands grab the flesh of your thighs, kneading the muscle as he spins you around, a smirk being flashed your way as he gets on his knees. 
He looks ethereal in that moment. And your breath hitches in your throat as you realise you’ve made a fallen angel bow before you- have tricked him into thinking you can cleanse him of his deeds when the only sinner in this room was you. The way his lips press against the inside of your thighs, nose rubbing against your freshly flowing juices- it’s tantalising, even worse when he takes both your hands in his as they try to find solace in his locks, pinning them to your sides onto the table instead. 
He rests his chin right below the apex of your mound, eyes wandering to your face as he sighs, the lazy but smug curve of his lips accentuating the scar you had grown to cherish as much as your own heartbeat.
Your chest is heaving, the sound of your heavy breathing hanging in the silence of the room as you look down at him. If this was to be his ruination- his fall from grace- Toji would die a happy man. The scent of you is lingering right below his nose, his mouth watering alone at the thought, but he cannot seem to pull away his eyes from your beguiling face, bathed in the moonlight. The words seem to escape him before he can think twice of them.
“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”
You’ve barely let his words settle in before he presses his thumb right against your wet heat, rubbing small circles onto your sensitive bud. You don’t have a chance to respond as he proceeds to dive into your drenched cunt- his tongue giving kitten-licks to your clit, lapping up any wetness that dares to drip down. You cry out loud as two of his fingers join his mouth’s onslaught, slapping a hand against your own mouth remembering where you were. 
The sounds filling the room as he suctions your clit in between his lips are filthy- arms wrapping around and under your thighs, pulling your arousal even closer to his starving mouth, the new angle of your leg being thrown over his shoulder letting his fingers rub against the spongy spot inside your walls that makes the coil in your stomach snap. You’re grinding against his face and he’s letting you, nose pressing onto your clit as he licks up the remnants of your juices, fingers continuing to fuck you through your climax as they quiver and shake around his head. 
You’re still coming down from your high, body hanging limp at an awkward angle against the hard wooden surface. His strong burly arms are easily lifting you up, carrying you towards the other side of the room- right towards the glass window. Your eyes widen as you realise the malicious idea that has popped up into your lover’s head, but you’re barely able to put in two words of protest before your feet are hitting the ground, the cold surface making you gasp as your tits are pushed against it. You’re crying out loud as he rubs his thick length against your soppy folds. 
“Toji- someone could see us- we shouldn’t- ah!”
You’re cut off as he lines himself up at your entrance, a pleasurable burn down in your core as his girth stretches your walls. It always hurts. No matter how many times he’s made you cum on his fingers and tongue or prepped you up with an ointment- his size is something no one would ever get accustomed to. He knows it too, but tonight he seems to care less about taking it slow and letting you adjust. You honestly cannot care less too, not when you're gushing around him as such when he’s barely even halfway inside. 
“Too big Toji- too much.” You’re mewling, hands trying to grip onto something.
“You can take it- fuck just let me-”
He’s hastily moving his fingers across your stomach to rub your pulsing bud, groaning lewdly at the way your cunt flutters around him, letting him move deeper inside of you.
The growl that leaves him as his tip hits your cervix is grossly animalistic, making you moan loudly. His other hand is coming up to grip your jaw, cheek pressed against the glass as he lifts up one of your legs, the angle letting him thrust in and out of your poor drenched hole even deeper. His thrusts turn sloppy, eyes clenched shut above you as the sounds of his balls slapping against your flesh with each thrust fill the room.
You’re both groaning in unison, his strokes getting faster as he feels your walls clamping down on him. You’re choking on a breath as his hand moves to wrap around your throat, the sensation making you moan even louder.
“Call me selfish-”  
A sharp smack is delivered against the flesh of your ass causing you to arch your back, the action making your tits press up against the window even more,
 “... but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”
His lips have been suctioned to your neck, your delightful noises being muffled as he’s turning your head to the side till his tongue slips into your mouth. He tightens his grip around your neck and you’re seeing stars, along with the pace of his fingers on your clit and his rapid thrusts making the well in the bottom of your stomach come apart, tears of pleasure slipping your eyes, the feeling of his seed painting your walls making you clench against him amidst your own orgasm.
You barely feel the arms cradling your body, carrying you to set you down on the table. You furrow your brows as Toji strips himself of his shirt, and your eyes widen at the thought of him ravishing you once more so soon. Instead, you shudder as he swipes it against your sex, cleaning up his mess. 
The way you beam at him, even in your exhausted state, is honestly worth the ruined shirt- he finds himself thinking as he moves to pick up your dress from the ground. He clicks his tongue as he realises just how much of shreds he had ripped it into in his feral daze. He’s lifting his head to meet your eyes, wondering how he’ll tell you that you have to find a way to get back to your chambers in this state- 
“Oh-”
Your saccharine voice is pulling Toji out of his thoughts, surprise forming across his face as you burst into laughter at the sight of what he’s sure has cost twice as much as all the clothes he’d ever owned combined. 
“How well do you think I’d fare going out in one of the potato sacks?” 
How could he have not smiled right back at you. 
𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙨- 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙚
Toji had never wanted to rip his own heart out so badly before, inject his blood with ambrosia so that he could be worthy enough for the goddess that was ready to abandon her sanctity- her piece of heaven- for him. He had always known how it would end- in an empty heath of a fire gone out long ago, the only thing keeping it burning now regret and sorrow.
 Love could not have sustained you when there was barely enough space to breathe, when there was barely enough food for your kids to live off of. Once the love faded, all that’d remain would be your wish to go back to the past, getting drunk on forgetfulness so that you can survive within the stone cold walls of a house- not a home.
Once again, Toji knew what he had to do- knew he willingly stepped into this hoping to ruin what was supposed to be the prize of his own blood- in order to humiliate them and fulfill his revenge.
He also knew he was the ruined one now as thoughts of you plagued his mind day and night- how his tactful game of cat and mouse had turned into sweet kisses and hushed giggles, and how all he wanted was to find a pit stop in time where his blood did not matter, where the sins of his past did not matter. But despite it all, he knew he couldn’t have dragged you into his own hell, even if you begged him to take you.
He sighs. 
You had recited the exact conversation you had with your mother- laid yourself bare before him as you poured out your heart- letting him know that it’d be worth tasting the 7 seeds of evil even if it meant living in hell for half your life. 
He had thrown his head back and laughed. 
“You really thought our little getaways meant anything more than a fling to me? More than just a decent fuck?”
You stood still, mouth agape at the words that had slipped past his lips, a hand fisting the fabric of his shirt right above his heart, desperately searching for the pulse of the man you’d grown to adore over the past few weeks. 
He had looked down at you, the scar you had so tenderly ran your fingers over twitching upwards- in amusement- in laughter, face contorting into one of resentment- of revulsion before he had suddenly stilled. 
“Did you forget your place princess? Pretty little head got too lost in a fool’s paradise- did you forget you are one of them- always have been one of them.”
He had spat the last words at you and you wanted to shake your head, wanted to tell him he was utterly wrong, but all you could do was clutch on even tighter to him.
He had put his hand over yours and you had almost begged for him to tell you that this was a sick joke- almost pleaded for him to intertwine his calloused warm hands with yours as he always did- as he had when he made you scream his name, instead you had found yourself gasping at the icy touch as he flicked away your wrist, brows furrowing in repulsion at the contact- at you.
The tears that had slipped through your eyes had only worked to make him throw his head back like a giddy child once more. He had looked up at the sky as if he was mocking the gods in Olympus - look at how I’ve so beautifully wrecked what you created,
while you had stood there looking up at him as if he was your religion, mouthing,
this is not a joke, love me, love me.
𝙊ï𝙯ú𝙨- 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛
You felt raw. But you did not fight the black hole opening up in your chest. You let it settle into your bones, nurtured the hollowness- ignited it until you felt it turn into flames instead.
You couldn’t have let the ice creep into your heart- it would mean giving up the tears, giving up the feeling of wanting to be swallowed whole by the ground beneath, and that would mean you no longer felt- no longer harboured the only thing that made you feel alive in the cage of bones and flesh your troubled mind resided in. 
There was a heavy pain in between the arch of your shoulder blades- like your wings had been clipped and your halo ripped away.
You ignored the scowl that rose to her face, the way she flinched as you leaned over to rest your head in her lap. You couldn’t tell if the wetness on your cheeks was yours or hers- mourning the daughter she was going to lose. You felt your mother’s burning gaze through the back of your head all throughout the journey back home- could already feel the wrath of your father and the nasty bruises that were to come as her hand came down to rest on your head. 
You instead found yourself being locked away immediately- not a single word from anyone. The only time your door opened was for a maid to serve you your half portioned meals. Not like you had an appetite or a will to do anything else. 
Days passed by, perhaps weeks or months, and you counted the scattered marks on the wall beside your bed like you had done once with the freckles across his back, and you waited-  for what? You weren’t quite sure yourself. You waited and waited until the day your door opened, but it wasn’t the regular pitter patter of steps of the maid who served the food.
Instead, your eyes met the raging ones of the head of your clan, and for the first time in days, an icy shiver creeped up your spine.
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The torment you’re put through is much worse than expected. You were well aware you were to be disgraced, to be stripped of your title, but somehow the gaze of your own friends and family avoiding your beaten bloody form and ignoring your whimpers and cries of agony was what had stung the most. 
The world seemed to be upside down, fading in and out of hues of colour and greys and blinding lights. You could barely feel the blood dripping down the back of your head and into your shirt as your gaze managed to remain focused on the window outside of the rattling carriage you lay in, panic rising in your chest as you recognised the familiar scenery. 
You fought your hardest to stay awake, but you lost to the increasingly heavy pressure against your head, hoping your blood would run dry before you had to face the hell you were being thrown into. As your head lolled to the side, you wondered if satiating the hunger within you was worth the price you were paying- if this was what happened to every soul that had brought the god of the dead to his knees, wondered if you were the first to do so- wondered if you’d be the last. 
𝙃𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨- 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩
Toji had left the clan- made a living of his own by doing what he did best, by doing what he was made to- destroying and causing wreckage till there was no piece of his soul left to be salvaged. 
He had avoided news about you like the plague, and had still ended up finding out that you were locked away back at your home from the gossiping servants. He had chuckled bitterly, what had he been expecting? He was right after all, you'd never have to face any consequences in life, and soon this whole scandal would be swept under the rug and you would be well on your way to marrying another wealthy brat, having filthy little kids with him who’d have the same luxuries in life and-
Toji found his heart dropping, the axe along with the freshly chopped wood he carried thumping down against the forest floor as he reached the entrance of the wooden cabin he had taken residence in. He saw the pool of blood first- the familiar mop of hair later.
No-
He must be hallucinating- 
But he still found himself moving out of his own accord, gathering the crumpled figure into his arms, feeling a thick fluid drip down his skin- stain through his shirt as he tried to pick you up. A chill ran down his spine as he realised what those savages had done for your body to resist even in an unconscious state- 
And that’s when his eyes slid to the nails in the ground, the sharp metal going right through the flesh of your fingertips, a note pinned to your abdomen in between your shredded dirtied clothes-
“We don’t want the gross wreckage of your perverse ruination. Keep the whore since you wanted her so much.” 
A sea of rage rose in the back of Toji’s mind but it stilled, the vicerating waves crashing against the shore that was the barely noticeable action of your chest heaving. He held back what was a choked sob, mind barely sane as he took out the nails as gently as possible- a man so familiar with death yet utterly horrified by it as he counted your laboured breaths, thanked every deity out in the universe for every huff of air that he could feel against his chest as he carried you inside. 
How do you kill a god? 
You had asked him once. He had raised his brow, ruffling your hair before pushing you down onto the bed once more, intent on at least letting you know how you got to heaven. 
How do you kill a god?
It now echoed in his mind as he watched your broken body lay on his bed, having done everything he could have to fix you up even though he feared there would be wounds more than just the physical ones when you gained consciousness- if you gained consciousness.
How do you kill a god? 
Pit him against another god. Let him stare at his own reflection and see all his glorious flaws until he’s falling to his knees, begging for the taste of ichor to be washed out from his mouth, begging to be stripped of his damned divinity- because the curse of immortality is a heavier burden to carry than the curse of mundane suffering- because it’s easier to drown in a sea full of blood than live with it staining your hands.
𝘼𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙚- 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣.
“How do you kill a god?” You had asked him once.
Afterwards, you had lain awake late into the night as he had given you a taste of his own holiness, bare in his arms as he had muttered the words into your hair, barely a whisper as they escaped past his bleeding lips, 
How do you become a god?
The burning light attacked your eyes and you flinched loud enough for your own ears to ring, and then flinched even harder as the hot searing pain spread through your body, especially across the tips of your bandage covered fingers. You tried to use your voice but your throat was like a desert and your own harsh whisper scraped against your sensitive ears.
All you could do was stare up at the unfamiliar ceiling, lying numb, waiting for your saviour- or perhaps your torturer to come.
All had gone still once the door opened, your gaze falling onto the familiar hands that carried a bowl of water and about a dozen different small bottles in a basket. You stared through him, through his wide blown eyes and through the sigh of relief that left his mouth as he rushed towards you. 
How do you become a god?
There was much more you had wanted to tell your mother. You had told her you were sick of pretending, sick of being the goddess of spring when everything you touched died in your hands- how every beam of light you emitted was a stolen one from another soul. Perhaps, you had always craved pomegranates and death - had always willingly walked into the darkness with a smile and open arms.
How do you become a god?
You let him plead and writhe to have a taste of your lips - make him believe it is his only salvation. And right when his lips meet yours, you dig your teeth in deep and not let go, even as his fingers grip the column of your throat and his growls rumble inside your mouth. You let the trail of crimson coat your tongue and feel his tears burn your flesh- you make him taste your blood and take his throne. 
He says your name like it’s a prayer and you want to rip out his heart.
Instead, you turn your head towards the wall opposite to where he stands, clenching your eyes shut, hoping the next time you wake up it won’t be here. 
Still, you can hear his voice. Every single day of every waking moment- even as you sleep- even as you wake up in cold sweat haunted by the bittersweet melody of his laughter the day he crushed your heart in two, or the time your own blood nailed you down into the earth. 
But most of all, you hate it when you can hear the gruffness of his voice, still heavy from sleep as you let him cradle your head, shushing you- letting you know it was just a nightmare- but it was a nightmare you had lived through- a nightmare he had put you through. 
Not that he didn’t acknowledge it equally as much. It was odd- almost laughable the way he was so desperate to bring even just a flicker of the light back inside your eyes, breaking free from his stoic and tight lipped demeanour to whisper grossly sweet nothings into your hair.
He had explained his regrets the first few days that you had refused to even look at him, simply staring at the wall as he stripped you of your clothes to redo your bandages, not even the barest of reaction visible across your face. He had caused this. 
The first words you had muttered to him weren’t of hatred or anger or sadness- they were said into the heavy air, late into the hours before dusk at a point in time where your bones still couldn't support the burden of your body, 
“I need to pee.” 
You had said it through gritted teeth, had scowled throughout the process of him picking you up and carrying you into the bathroom, giving you privacy to do your business. 
The second time you had spoken to him was right after and it had somehow dented itself much deeper than he had expected it to, even as it was all he had been preparing himself for in the past few days, 
“I hate you.”
You had said it with no anger, no poison in your words- had simply stated it like it was a mere fact. 
“I know.”
It was weeks later and you seemed to have fallen into a strange routine.
He’d go out to do his filthy work, come back bathed in blood and dirt, even as he washed himself off outside thinking he was sly with it. You’d pretend not to notice as you’d cook for yourself, sometimes leaving bits behind as leftovers even if you had purposely spilled the extra bit of rice- had regretted it as soon as you had realised you had done it because he hadn’t had dinner in three days.
Perhaps it was the irony of the situation, and maybe even the cold winter air creeping into your bones that let him move from simply holding you when you woke from your nightmares- to him warming your bed at night even when you dreamed of nothing but the scar beside his lip. 
Still, you let him know you despised him every night that he pulled your body against his chest and every morning that he rubbed his warm hands up and down your arms. Even as you felt yourself leaning into his touch, felt your heart softening at how he’d mutter apologies into your hair while he thought you were asleep, how he’d pay attention to the foods you took more of and made sure to get twice the amount next time, how he’d shred his own shirts to provide you with cloth for when you got your monthly cycles. Yet, you couldn’t find any other words to say to him. 
𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚- 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
You had woken up alone as you did on most mornings, grateful that you wouldn’t have to face the shame that came with having your limbs tangled with him. The day was like any other yet different, perhaps it was the monotonous dread of living a life such as this- of having to live at all after being stripped of everything you had called yours.
You had somehow ended up taking steps outside of the wooden door, outside of the small garden the burly man used to grow his own vegetables, and even farther outside the vines and shrubs that kept the cabin hidden from any unwanted visitors.
You had walked and walked till your feet carried you to the edge of the world, a never ending fall down below from where you stared at, the sound of water flowing signalling the presence of a river running deep under the steep cliff.
You had stopped walking, the silence of the forest being the only noise to have outdone the heavy emptiness in your heart in months. And you simply continued to stand there, bare feet digging into the dirt and grass and stone, barely realising when the light faded away and darkness took over. Hadn’t it always been like this? 
It had taken no more than two rounds of the house and the trail of footsteps in the garden out back for Toji to realise you had left. His heart had dropped into his chest as he had followed the dents of your feet in the ground, careful not to step on them as his mind bitterly reminded him that it may be the last of what’s left of you by now.
He knew where the trail you had walked along led- had himself sat on the edge of it once, legs dangling off as he his mind had replayed the memory of your glossy eyes and crestfallen face when he had hit you with those fatal words months ago. Toji’s breath hitches in his throat, hands shaking as he pulls away the last branch blocking the view of the edge of the cliff. 
His feet are moving faster than his mind can think as he all but falls onto his knees, clutching your abdomen as if you’d disappear forever if he let you go now. You turn around in his arms, a look of confusion on your face, your eyes still as hollow as a void but all he cares about right now is the steady thumping he can feel with his chest pressed to yours. He’s clenching his eyes shut, taking a deep breath before he’s sliding his hand into yours. You don’t protest- letting him lead you back into the warm safety of his house and he’s too relieved to consider whether your lack of resistance is a good thing or not. 
You’re sitting on the edge of the bed and you can hear him ruffling through something in the bathroom, door ajar, eyes glancing towards you every two seconds as if he’s expecting you to bolt out the door any second now. For once, you don’t want to stare at the wall as he walks towards you, getting down on his knees- making a blow of nostalgia hit you right in the gut. But your eyes remain fixed at the top of his head, at the dark locks that had grown out much more since the last time you had let yourself gaze at him. 
You only realise what he’s been doing as you notice the bowl of water kept on the floor, hands gently lifting up your dirty feet, cleaning them of the mud and the blood from small scrapes. He’s lifting up your legs onto the bed once he’s done, adjusting your pillow as a gesture for you to lay down. He’s blowing out the lamps and soon enough you feel the mattress dip, his arms engulfing you tighter than ever before. You can feel the slight tremble in them and you feel guilty for the small pinch in your chest. You wait for his breathing to steady, head to fall limp into the crook of your neck before you roll over towards him in the dark, eyes set on the small crinkle between his forehead and brow. 
The warm hand that cups Toji’s cheek has him convinced that he may have lost his mind. Opening his eyes, he knows for sure that you have. Especially as you slide your other hand into his, pulling it till it’s placed onto the crest between your collarbone and chest, adjusting it a little more towards the left. Toji’s staring intently at you, wondering if this is your way of telling him that you’re still alive- that even though you’ve been cursed and damned to living in this hell, your heart still beats- it still fights. 
Toji bares his own emotions through a gesture- pulling the small hand that holds his to the apex between his upper ribs- pressing it till your fingers feel like they might just pass through his flesh. He hopes you know that if he could, he’d snap each one of his ribs open so that you can reach inside and press the palm of your hand against his beating heart, rip it right out of his body and spit inside the hollow space of his ribs with contempt- even then he’d survive on your hatred alone if it means surviving with you for the rest of his life. 
“I don’t hate you.”
The words are whispered in the dead of the night with no emotion, no trace of forgiveness or affection- simply stated as if they are common knowledge.
The soft lips coming down on his own have his mind spinning. He realises what it is you wish for- to be able to live once again as a human, to feel once again as a mortal- he can almost almost hear you saying the words into his mouth as your fist bunches up the fabric of his shirt. 
“I’m tired of being a god.” 
He can feel his own sentiment being passed right through as his hands slide under the cloth of his shirt that you wore, exploring the expanse of your reverenced skin, mouthing his response against your cupid’s bow.
“I’ll worship you even after you fall from grace.” 
And he does, pulling himself up on arms above you, dipping his fingers into your soaking sex, making quick work of ridding you and himself of your clothes. He’s tucking your legs against your chest, feet dangling over his broad shoulders as he comes forward to meet your lips. He’s pulling away and you’re mewling at the loss of contact- the loss of his taste. 
“Do you want this? Do you want-” He takes a deep breath, forehead coming forward to press against yours till your noses brush against each other, “...me?”
Your response comes in the form of sliding your hands to the back of his head, pulling him forward till his lips crash against yours once more- bucking your hips up till the tip of his massive girth is brushing against your heat. He doesn’t miss the moan that escapes you, eagerly kissing you back, moving to litter a plethora of kisses against your jaw- your neck- your collarbone. When he comes back up to your face, he’s well aware of the effect he’s had on you- the want in your eyes as you lift your hips against his once more, a small plea leaving your mouth. 
The need that comes over him is animalistic as he moves a hand down to position himself before sliding into your soppy hole, he swears he can see stars with how hungrily you swallow him in. You’re gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he strokes your insides so languidly. Your faces are close enough for you to feel his breath on your mouth, to feel the fall of the hot droplets on your cheeks, your own tears of grief- of freedom- of a love gone to waste so long ago combining as he continues to thrust in and out of you deeply. 
He’s dipping his head and the tears are being kissed away as his hand moves down to play with your over sensitive bud. You can't stop peppering kisses against his lips, moaning his name in his ear as he hits a particular spot inside you. He can feel you getting closer with how your breaths get deeper, fingers moving faster, strokes getting sloppier. 
You feel the tight coil in your stomach start to unravel, and all it takes is for him to lower his head and suction his lips around one of your nipples for you to come apart underneath him. He’s reaching his own arousal soon after, pulling out to spray his seed onto your stomach. He all but collapses on top of you, rolling over to his side once he catches his breath, another hitching in his throat as he finds you crawling onto his lap, legs straddling his waist as you bury your face into his naked chest. 
This is what being a god feels like. The taste of wine coating your tongue and the way his lips meld with yours- swallow you whole and then spit you out. You reach for him again in the dark, his chest panting against yours as the moonlight cascading from the window hits his face. You rest your chin against the centre of his chest, looking up at him with droopy eyes, his own stare right back at you- filled with tenderness and affection. 
“No one will ever hurt you again, I promise.” 
His voice is gruff and heavy, but carries a sincerity warm enough to send tingles down your back. You can’t quite place the look on his face, it's determined- pointed. You can feel the unravelling of the violence beneath his skin as his hand comes to cradle your jaw, and you wonder just what kind of monsters the god of the underworld plans to unleash.
His hand moves to caress the back of your head, adoration-filled eyes raking over your still panting figure. He presses his lips to your temple and says your name like a prayer. It all floods in- the pain- the love- the sorrow- the joy- you’re sobbing and he’s holding you like he has time and again. Only this time, he finds himself awestruck by the spark of ember that comes alive in your eyes, even if just for a second, he knows you’re going to be fine. 
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The god of the dead had bowed before you, offered you his crown, his throne- would have ripped off the flesh from his own back and handed it to you without any hesitation if only you asked. 
You were the goddess of spring and everyone had loved your life and light, but who except him had acknowledged the death and destruction that came along- had reached out their hands into the rotten parts of your flesh and kissed every bruise and scar?
This was Toji Fushiguro’s life now, coming back home to his precious darling each day- the only burst of spring in his everlasting winter, the only ray of light in his world swallowed by darkness.
Tonight, as you lay on him bare-bodied and covered in sweat from your previous feat, he finds you asking him about the season, about how far the harvest festival was. He’s confused at your sudden curiosity but answers you nonetheless, telling you it’s in a fortnight. He finds himself asking why. 
“Every single member of our blood attends the festival- they had waited for it while they kept me away.” 
It’s the first time you’re talking about the incident and he can feel you quiver in his arms. It makes his blood boil, and he finds himself protectively pulling you even closer into him. 
“...they had wanted each and every single one of them to get a chance to cut through my skin.” 
That’s all you say before falling asleep, the tears on Toji’s chest making a storm of anger rage inside his mind. 
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It’s a fortnight later and Toji watches the red and orange hues of the flames making your face glow brighter than the sun. 
You’re standing there hand-in-hand with him, looking over the half wrecked ruins of the village, the screams of the people you had grown up with- who had taken no less than a second to turn their backs on you- who had left you to die- now echoing in your ears. Right on the edge of the hilltop you stand on, you see a small figure running towards the slope, clothes burnt, high pitched sobs filling the air as it succumbs to the heat that had spread through it’s bones.  
She must’ve been eight or nine years old judging from her size and half burnt frills of the frock she wore. You know she’s at peace, much like the many others who would’ve faced nothing but agonising hardships being raised in the hands of your cruel persecutors- all of whom lay as nothing but bones and ash and dust now. 
Toji’s worried that he’ll find the same emptiness he’s spent months breaking through as he glances over at your face. Instead, there’s a fire being reflected in your eyes, a sadistically deliciously smile stretched across your supple cheeks. He finds his own lips curving as he grips your jaw to turn your head and press his lips to yours, the screams and shouts of your monsters merely anything but white noise as your fingers come to tangle in his hair. 
After all, Hades may have been the god of the dead, but it was Persephone’s wrath which brought upon the destruction.
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One, Two, Three: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader
synopsis: You and Geto have to get away for a week because clerical work isn’t fun, and he’s dying for a break from Satoru. But a private balcony on a private residence on the beach doesn’t exactly equate to playing in the sand, does it? 
words: 2092
tw: nsfw (smut, light pain play, exhibitionism?)
Lips dance around the crook of your neck and down your shoulder blade, making you gasp into the crisp spring air. 
“A private balcony… a private residence…” You begin to put the pieces together as your wrap dress easily comes undone in Suguru’s hands. He chuckles behind you, smoothing his fingers over the swell of your breasts and down to your slightly rounded stomach. 
“I’m nothing if not purposeful,” he breathes into your ear, making you shudder. “This week is just for us. Like I said, no missions, no curses, and definitely no Satoru.” The promise of no Gojo elated you to the point that you were pushing Suguru out of the door the day of the trip, hoping to avoid the terribly nosy companion on the way out. 
Ever since you and Suguru had quietly announced your pregnancy four months ago, Satoru had launched into a full campaign to be the “best uncle” to your unborn child. It was mildly annoying at first, with him showing up unannounced to your private dates to make sure “you were eating the right things”. Then it progressed to shadowing you during your training as a desk worker, making sure no one “stressed you out too much”. If you so much as sighed at the computer, he’d grab the keyboard and type faster than you could comprehend, thus doing your job for you. 
But this week, you’d be relaxing with Suguru on the beach, listening to nothing but the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore and the occasional sound of wildlife. No clicking of keys, no shuffling of papers, nothing. 
Suguru brings you back to the present moment by taking your neck in one hand and sliding his other hand down the front of your underwear, pressing your pussy lips apart. “I’ve got you to myself all week.” You moan low in your throat as he begins his slow ministrations around your clit, his fingers tenderly rubbing the nub. His lips come to the sensitive point behind your earlobe, and you exhale deeply as you feel the tension building in your core. The raven-haired sorcerer behind you takes in all of your exhales, all of your pants and moans, and delivers them back to you in an endless stream of pleasure. Another shudder passes through you and goes straight to your clit. The sensitivity builds as his fingers dance over it, smearing your slick around and almost playing with it to torment you. 
“Su…” At this, he dips a finger into you, and your head sinks back onto his broad shoulder. You see his eyes widen just a fraction, a gentle breath passing between his lips as he fingers you shamelessly on the balcony of the rented home. His middle finger rocks against the inside of your cunt, hitting the soft spot with ease. You can’t help but rock your hips against the palm of his hand, painting his unoccupied fingers with your wetness. “Suguru, please!”
“Say my name as loud as you want,” he sings, making his movements just a little faster before adding another finger easily into your dripping cunt. You grip the wooden railing of the balcony just a fraction tighter and hope that soon, his fingers will be replaced by the thick cock rubbing against your ass. Bucking against his hand, you feel the pressure of release building even more and engulfing your thoughts. 
His fingers are doing a delicate kick against your soft spot, and you’re losing your control as Suguru reaches a hand down to palm your breast, tugging at the nipple. You cry out, feeling the tender flesh give way to pain as he rolls it between his fingers again. “Should’ve given it to you much sooner, huh?” His fingers slide out of you, and with one hand, he forces his boxers down around his ankles. With his wet fingers, he pumps his now freed cock eagerly, the angry red tip a sure sign of his desire to be buried inside of you. 
Without apologies, he pulls off your underwear, snapping the flimsy thing in half and letting it fall to the ground before angling your hips upward. “Lean forward,” he mumbles, and you rest your elbows on the railing. The head of his cock slides around your entrance for a little while, becoming wet from your own arousal. 
When he pushes in, your mouth forms a neat “o” and you inhale deeply while Suguru groans. The filling sensation takes you a minute to adjust to, but when your walls unclench from around his cock, he knows he can move without restriction. He rocks his hips back and forth, hissing at the contact of his balls against your cunt once he sinks into you fully. It takes you both a minute to decide to incrementally speed up, and you thrust your hips back to meet his with ease. 
“Shit, y/n…” His hands rest on your hips while he sinks into you time and time again. You look over your shoulder at the man and find his hair is slipping from the neat bun he always wears, his bangs flopping over his grimacing face. You reach a hand between your legs and play with yourself while he maintains his speed.
“Fuck, Suguru,” you growl, and he takes your expression as a need for more, which he answers with a hand on your swollen breast as he tweaks your nipple again, moving his hips much faster. “Su-gu-ru!” A whine begins low in your throat, but is torn from you while your walls contract around his cock and fingers rub the last sensations from your clit. The orgasm lasted a fraction of the time it normally did, and Suguru notices right away.  
“That’s it…” His thrusts stutter a little, but he isn’t coming. Not even close. He resumes his normal pace, and your hands quickly find the railing again. “Count your orgasms for me.” 
“One,” you pant, and he smiles sweetly, pushing your curls away from your face. 
“Three should do the trick, hmm?” His question is punctuated by a deep thrust, and you gasp, losing your balance. “Or maybe four will do…” He pulls out and turns you so you’re facing him before picking you up. With his impressive strength and coordination, he presses you between the stone wall and his bulky frame, capturing your lips in a kiss before sliding back into you. 
“Unhh…” The feeling of his hard length inside of you empties your mind, and it isn’t long before Suguru starts to move. His face hovers above yours, eyes focused on your facial expressions as he takes his time drawing soft cries and moans from your lips. “That feels so damn good…” A smile tugs at his lips while he moves your arms around his neck, then trails a few kisses down your face. The sorcerer’s hips rut forward eagerly, but his thrusts aren’t ravenous enough to repeatedly smack your back against the stone wall. But they are enough to fan the flames of desire tenfold. Somehow, every single time you were at his mercy, he found a way to make you unravel until you held no thoughts or memories in your head. The only thing that would be left were the ripples of pleasure he’d give you. 
“Su… I need you t--” When one of his fingers hits your clit, you gasp and angle your head back. Your eyes close as he moves his fingers in circles; somehow knowing exactly what you need before you can even articulate it. He presses his lips to yours again, muffling your cries of pleasure only a fraction. “Oh, god,” you moan into his mouth, giving him a chance to slip his tongue between your teeth and kiss you even deeper. You tangle your fingers into his messy hair, tugging gently on the strands as he continues rutting into you.
When Suguru breaks the kiss, he hoists you off the wall and into the bedroom, laying you gently on the impossibly soft sheets. You expect him to re-enter you, but the expectation was only met with a tongue lapping against your core. “Oh, fuck!” You almost shoot right off the bed, but Suguru steadies you with hands against your legs, pressing them back open easily. You lift your head a little higher to watch him eagerly devour you, his eyes meeting yours. 
Watch me, he seemed to say without speaking. Watch me turn you into a mess. 
The thought was too much. You lay back on the bed as his teeth graze your overly sensitive clit, groaning from the equal dose of pain and pleasure. His tongue swirled around you without care, hitting all of the right spots as if it were a pinball machine. Suguru moans into your cunt when you grab his hair again, and his hairtie falls out completely, letting his inky locks cascade around his face. Combined with his hand pushing back the hair that obscured his view of you, his gaze transfixed you completely. 
It was all just too much, and you gasp before your mind hits that point where the only thing you can think of is nothingness and the only word that flies out of your mouth is Suguru’s name. You rock against his face greedily, hoping that you can ride out just one more orgasm on the heels of your second one, but Suguru knows your tricks by now. Lifting off of you, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grasps his cock, and sinks into your heat once more. 
“Count,” he whispers darkly against your ear, reminding you of your duty.
“Two!” The word comes out choked, as if he had his hand around your neck, but the only thing he’s doing is making you see stars after your second orgasm. 
“You can’t tap out now,” Suguru laughs, seeing your cross-eyed stare. “I need you to hold on for me; only one more.” You only whine in response, feeling the tip of his cock touch your cervix. His arms were caging you in, holding you underneath him with precision. 
“I don’t know if I --” 
“Oh, yes you can.” His response is clipped short by a loud moan, and you feel his pace quicken. “I know you can.” Suguru’s lips latch onto your other nipple, tugging and pulling and driving you insane. You write beneath him, lifting your knees to add to the depth of his strokes and perhaps even allow him to hit that one spot…
The sensation of needing to pee crashes over you quickly, and you grasp Suguru’s arm, struggling to hold on. He hisses at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, but it only adds to his own feelings of euphoria. “Oh, my god, y/n.” 
You whimper, trying to find purchase with anything anywhere, even going so far as to dragging your nails across his back hard enough to draw blood. But in your ecstasy, you don’t hear Suguru exclaim in shock. All you can feel is his cock sending you straight to heaven with no stops along the way. When the dam finally breaks, your legs shake vigorously, wetness running down to the sheets like a river. And Suguru finds his release in yours, pumping his cock into you as he cums, adding to the mess. You both lay there for a moment, sweat dripping down Suguru’s body and onto yours as you both catch your breath. 
While he goes soft inside of you, you kiss his face before finding his lips and pressing tender pecks there. Suguru slides out of you completely after a moment, then falls onto the bed beside you. Rolling onto your side, you nestle close to his body heat, feeling cum leaking out of you but not minding the sensation at all. “Three.” 
Suguru chuckles, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 
And that’s when you feel it. 
A little flutter on your right side. 
You lift your head to meet Suguru’s eyes and find him, as always, looking back at you. This time, it’s not with laser focus, but with confusion. “Did he just--” Suguru insisted it was a boy - because he” just knows these things” - even going so far as to call your unborn child “my first-born son” whenever he spoke about it with Shoko and Satoru.
“I think so…” you laugh, and when you look down at your belly, you see a little raised bump slowly receding for the first time.
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Joel Miller x Reader (Home) Chapter 20
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Chapter 20 - Joel still hasn't returned from patrol, you set off after him and what you find is beyond what you could have worried about. 
You look at the clock again, 11:15 and still Joel wasn’t back. You had been pacing the kitchen with Patrick playing at your feet, Joel was over an hour late. Another half an hour passed and you couldn’t sit in the house any longer. You picked up Patrick and made your way to Maria’s post for the day in town, “Maria it’s been two hours and none of them are back. Looks at the clouds out there, somethings wrong I can just feel it” You plead with her but she just says they have probably bunkered down with the snow, “and nothing on the radio either?” You ask, she shakes her head. Right that settled it, you turned and made your way to your sisters. Before Molly could greet you as she opened the door you began “Joel has been out since dark this morning and still isn’t back. I need you to take Patrick for me”, you try to hand him to her but she says “No”, there is a pause for a moment “No? What do you mean No, Molly I really need” but she interrupts you by grabbing a jacket and locking her door, “Because I am coming with you. We can drop him off at the day care”. 
You and Molly try to sneak into the stables to retrieve a horse each but of course Maria had you sussed and was waiting for you. “Maria I need to go out there, I know it sounds crazy but I have a bad feeling” you argue.
“You’re right, it does sound crazy“ she responds, she was always so set on rules. 
“Do you know what, maybe it does but it’s your husband out there as well. Tell me you aren’t worried about them being out there with no sleep, in a blizzard with reports of hoards of infected. I am more capable than most folk in this town and I am going out there” you say sternly close to her face and she knew you were not going to budge.
“Okay” she concedes and proceeds to pass you the reigns of the horse and your bag back filled with your gear. “I cant spare many folks to go out with you, Jesse, Dina and Ellie are already out there you can meet them at one of the posts” she explains. Jesus now your worry turned to them but your line of thought is interrupted by the radio, it was Jesse. “Maria, Tommy and Joel didn’t show to trade off” he explained. You take the radio from Maria, “Jesse its Y/N, where were they patrolling? Can you get, Ellie and Dina and meet me there?” You ask, he agrees to your plan. Your sister in laws body language had changed during the exchange.
“We need to go now” you shout to Molly as your get on your horse and take off. Behind you Molly is following and Maria had saddled up obviously now sharing in your worry. 
The wind and snow was harsh and whipped at your face as you rode ahead as fast as the horse would carry you, you must have been not far behind Ellie now. Neither Joel or Tommy’s had been at their post but their tracks had led you to a Chalet you had visited a couple of times on patrols. As you approached closer you could see more than two sets of tracks, they were disrupted slightly from the storm but there was defiantly a number of different footprints, other people were here. You had to be smart about this, the rest of the guys were still a bit behind you. You move into the building as quietly as possible and have to take out one guy standing watch at a patio door, he had a fresh cut right across his face. If anyone finds him they will know someone else is here, you had to move swiftly. As soon as enter the lodge you can hear cries of pain, guttural cries. It makes your stomach churn, you were right to have had a bad feeling. One more girl is pacing in the kitchen, you silence her by taking your small knife down on her. It had been a number of years since you had taken the life of a living person but you didn’t hesitate after hearing those cries.  
You follow the cries to a narrow staircase with a door at the bottom of it, you could feel your heart in you mouth as you took each step closer to the door. You peer through the slight crack and see a group of unfamiliar people and a figure standing above a bloody one. You take a breath remember where each person was standing, attach your silencer and pushing open the door quietly, you take out the three people closest to the door, one dead ahead the other two to your right side. You were still one of the best shots without a doubt, maybe just as good as Tommy. There were three left by the time they realised what had happened and your presence, a young man standing next to a women with cropped dark hair and a large women standing above the bloody figure, it was Joel along with Ellie and Tommy unconscious. 
The man goes to grab a pistol, lying next to the body of one of the men you just shot and without hesitation you reach round to your backpack pocket. Thank god it was still there. 
“Don’t any of you fucking move, or I will blow up everyone of us in this room” you spit out as you hold the grenade in their sight. They each stop in their tracks and the large girl standing above your husband loosens her grip on club. Joel tires to speak but barely a sound escapes his lips.
“You’re bluffing, why would y-“ she begins. 
“Try me”, you challenge her and there is a long pause “You let them go… you leave here and everyone gets to walk away from this or every single one of us just end it here”. This was madness but what other chance had you got, either way the people you loved could wind up dead, the only thing to stop these strangers was the threat of loosing their own lives and if it meant you went with them, so be it. 
“No, not him, not after what he did.” The girl lifted the club but you jump in “What ever he did, I am walking out of here with him, our daughter and that other man alive or none of us are” 
“He took everything from us! Killed my father, ruined any chance of a cure” the women says lowly shaking her head. 
“You’re fireflies?” You ask looking around at them but you already know the answer from what she had said. 
“Were. There are none, left he made sure of that. Killed most of us.” She answers. You speak without thinking, a stupid thing to do. 
“I don’t blame him… Protecting her, I would have done the same. They were going to butcher the brain of a child, our daughter for the smallest chance of cure. If that’s the price for a potential cure and humanity were so eager and willing to pay it, we didn’t deserve it. I know that much.”
She looks like she has seen red and goes to lift the club again but before she can send it crashing down one of the fireflies, the man stops her and you have pulled the pin on the grenade keeping your finger firmly pressed on the clip as he intervenes.
“Abby stop! She is going to kill all of us” he pleads with her looking between Abby and the women behind him with cropped dark hair that he called Mel. Your hand is shaking from your firm grip on the clip. 
“Are you insane?” The man asked, “When it comes to my family, yes” You reply looking down at Joel and Ellie. 
“Figures, crazy man, crazy wife” scoffs the other woman says looking between you and Joel.
“Don’t fucking touch him. I am giving you all a chance, take it. If I let go of this clip, dead or alive it only takes two seconds for this thing to go off”. You try sounding as calm as possible and it seems to pay off but inside your terrified more than you had ever been. In your head you pray, you had never prayed in your life, for them to leave, for the woman to put down the club, for them not to shoot you, for this bomb to be a dud like Joel had said but for them to not find out it was. 
You can hear commission from upstairs as the rest of the search party have caught up with you, you had bought all the time you needed. Owen grabs Mel by the arm and leaves through garage door. 
“You should go with your friends”
Abby looks torn for a moment her eyes fixed on Joel before she flings the golf club to her side and takes off, on horse back alongside her friends but you felt this part of the past would rear its ugly head again. 
As soon as it sounds clear you carefully place the pin back in the grenade and fall to the floor, guess you will never know if it was a dud or you almost killed everyone in this room. Ellie is still breathing but bruised, you look across at Tommy, the same. Your husband, you crawl across to Joel, the ground around him covered in blood you can feel it soaking your jeans. 
“Jesus, Joel can you hear me?” you say softly, tears in your eyes from the sight of him. His right eye swollen, strips of blood pouring down his face from a couple gashes he had taken on the head. You were worried to touch him in case it caused any more pain, it was hard to look at him like this.
“You got to stay with me, you cant leave me, you hear? You promised” you cry just as Maria, Jesse, Dina and Molly enter the room.
“Holy Fuck” Jesse whispers. You beg them to help Joel, Dina checks on Ellie who is starting to gain consciousness along with Tommy. 
“The storm has almost passed, Jesse and Dina find something we can make a stretcher out of. We can strap it to one of the horses and pull him back”. Maria says at her husbands side, it was the best anyone could do in the dead of winter. No one even thought about going after the remaining three strangers, what was important was the three people who each of you loved in this room.
You rode behind Jesse who’s horse is pulling Joel the entire trip, he sometimes groans or shifts and all you want to do is ask to stop and let him rest but there was no time for it, you had to get back as swiftly as possible. As soon as you arrive back in Jackson men are there to carry Joel’s stretcher into the surgery, you follow behind asking Dr Henry if he would be okay. She didn’t respond focusing solely on Joel, she tells you to stay in the hallway and when you start to protest and push forward Jesse is there pulling you back and when you stop fighting him into a hug. You finally let out a cry from everything, the horror of what you had seen, what you had almost done and at the thought of your husband’s life still hanging in the balance. Everything goes to black for a moment. 
*NOTES - I have to say I found this one pretty difficult to write so I apologise if it doesn't land as well as the other chapters. There is just so much that happens. I have decided to deviate slightly from the game, we have all seen the dark ending for Joel in the game so lets try something different 
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patchwork-panda · 4 years
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If A Moment Is All We Are (7/?) (Dazai x OC fic)
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(Early publish for Dazai’s Bday)
For funsies: I recommend finding the asterisk (*) at the end of the chapter and playing the 1st ED from Bungo Stray Dogs (link) when you get to it so the ED plays as you finish reading the scene. :)
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Dazai got to his feet.
The girl pointed wordlessly to the window and the apparition behind her charged. I had a split second to duck behind the desk for cover but for some reason, my left arm wasn’t coming with me. Panicking, I pulled as hard as I could, completely forgetting Dazai and I were still handcuffed together. I heard a strangled yell and looked to my left just in time to see Dazai crashing into me.
We fell behind the desk in a tangled heap as the wall before us was sliced to pieces and the apparition burst into the room in a shower of shattered glass and rubble. Swearing, I shoved Dazai off of me and pushed myself to a crouching position behind the desk as Dazai groaned and did the same. As we hid behind the desk together, I heard the little girl’s quiet voice call out into the empty office.
“I know you’re here.”
I peeked through the tiny gap between the desk and the floor and saw a pair of small, sandal-clad feet touch down on the broken green tiles.
“Come out,” the girl called again, her voice as cold as ice. “Detective Dazai.”
I shot Dazai a look and he immediately flinched.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he whispered.
“Why does she know your name?” I shot back.
“There! Yasha Shirayuki!”
Out the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of blue and looked up to see the apparition, “Shirayuki,” looming over us, her sword raised high in the air, the fine edge of its blade glinting in the sun.
“Shit.”
Before I could react, I felt Dazai grab the back of my shirt, half-choking me as he hauled me away by the scruff of my neck, mere milliseconds before the demon’s katana sliced down and split the desk in two. Binders and office supplies flew everywhere as the desk collapsed and through the blizzard-like storm of loose paper and pens, I saw the creature rise and turn those yellow eyes on me. I stood.
“This way!” Dazai and I shouted in unison.
Forgetting once again that we were handcuffed together, I ran left while Dazai went right; we were pulled back together in an instant. This time, no one fell, but once again, Dazai had to yank me out of the way of Shirayuki’s sword as it rushed towards us. Thinking fast, I grabbed the thick, cushy chair I’d sat on during my test and shoved it at Shirayuki as it struck. The katana plunged deep into the chair, where I’d just been standing, with a horrible ripping noise and as I watched it struggle to pull the sword back out, I realized Shirayuki was stuck. At once, I turned to Dazai and pulled him towards the door.
“Now’s our chance! Let’s get out of here!”
As we ran down the aisle between the desks, I heard the unmistakable sound of steel scratching against thick fabric and plastic; Shirayuki was slowly getting free. Instead of looking back, I ran faster.
“Dazai-san, why is she after you?” I gasped, struggling to keep up with the man’s long strides. “What the hell did you do?”
Dazai thought for a moment.
“I may or may not have put her in jail last month,” he answered, sounding rather nonplussed. “Her name is Izumi Kyouka, by the way. She was an assassin for the Port Mafia.”
“How did she escape?!” I yelped.
Dazai shrugged and I groaned.
So that’s what the morning phone call had been about. Dazai was rushing me through the end of my exam so he could get us out of here before the assassin, Kyouka, arrived. Unfortunately, it hadn’t worked and now I was handcuffed to him and running for my life for the second time in a week. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, an enormous mahogany desk went sailing over our heads and crashed into the far wall, blocking off our exit and sealing us inside the room.
“Shit!”
My sneakers screeched against the tiles as I struggled to go from a full sprint to a full stop and I stumbled awkwardly over my own two feet, almost crashing into a nearby desk. I felt the tug on my wrist as Dazai was pulled back to me and I planted my feet firmly on the ground to avoid being yanked towards him. I felt a sudden rush of wind behind me and I whirled just in time to see Shirayuki preparing to strike.
“Kusunoki-san!”
Seizing my handcuffed wrist, Dazai suddenly turned on his heel and pivoted, swinging me around and instantly trading places with me so that Shirayuki missed. I looked back to see Shirayuki bearing down on Dazai, who was just standing there with his free hand extended towards her.
“What are you doing?!” I screamed.
Shirayuki swung.
There was a flash of blue light and a strong blast of wind and I threw up my hand to shield my eyes. Through my splayed fingers, I saw Shirayuki being held at bay—by some kind of invisible barrier just beyond Dazai’s outstretched fingers. As she struggled to pierce through that barrier, her sword slowly sank, bloodlessly and quietly, into Dazai’s open palm, into nothing, disappearing as smoothly as a body into water. I blinked and she was gone.
He nullified it?! Was Yasha Shirayuki actually this girl’s Ability...?
But before I could figure out what had happened, Kyouka rushed in, a kodachi short sword clutched in both hands. She swung.
“Dazai-san!!”
Without thinking, I grabbed Dazai’s shackled wrist with both hands and pulled as hard as I could, yanking him backwards and out of the way of Kyouka’s attack. I watched her blade slice through the air, missing Dazai’s nose by mere millimeters, clipping the ends of his bangs as he fell backwards—and into a chair.
He smacked his head against the arm rest and promptly passed out.
I winced.
“Oops...”
As Dazai slid off the chair and onto the floor, I felt his weight suddenly drag me down and I staggered. I barely managed to catch myself on the desktop in time to avoid being pulled down as well but as I did, I banged the end of my elbow—my funny bone—into something dense and metallic. At once, a horrible tingling sensation spread down my forearm and into the tips of my fingers and as I hissed in pain and turned back to see what I’d hit, I saw the shiny metal and plastic surface of a fancy-looking coffee machine.
The red light on the side was flashing and it looked like the water in the steam chamber was full and piping hot. This gave me an idea.
I stood up as much as I could with Dazai’s weight still pulling painfully on my thin, handcuffed wrist and faced forward as Kyouka ran towards me, making no attempt to move out of the way of her attack. Propped up unsteadily with my one sweaty, free hand, I stood there, waiting until Kyouka was right in front of me, kodachi pulled back, ready to strike. At the last moment, I let go, smashing down on the big red switch attached to the steam chamber as I fell to the floor. It broke off completely as Kyouka’s blade thrust into the machine, releasing a cloud of blinding white steam; she let out a high-pitched shriek as she let go of her weapon and threw out a crimson sleeve to protect her face.
With Kyouka temporarily distracted, I dragged Dazai behind the hedges and propped him up to a sitting position against the cement block. He still looked a little dazed but at least now he was conscious.
“I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”
Dazai grinned weakly.
“Not nearly enough. Could you do me a favor and finish me off?”
I rolled my eyes and sat down heavily next to him, my shackled wrist rattling in its metal prison as I brought my hands to my face.
“If you’re well enough to joke, help me think of a way to escape. First we gotta get out of these handcuffs. Do you still have the key?”
Dazai shook his head.
“It actually fell out of my pocket the first time you knocked me to the floor,” he said with a sheepish grin.
I thought I was going to cry. As I contemplated throwing myself out of the enormous hole in the office wall, Dazai thought to himself and suddenly snapped his fingers.
“Wait! Kunikida-kun should have a spare key! The President gave him one in case something happened to the first key and I couldn’t unlock you when your exam ended.”
Kunikida was supposed to come by? A flicker of hope burst to life in my chest.
“What if you called him or any of the other detectives for backup?” I asked. “We can’t deal with Kyouka on our own but maybe—!”
“Yeah, about that...”
Dazai jabbed a thumb behind us at the wrecked office space.
“My phone also fell out of my pocket when you pulled me out of there earlier.”
“Oh my God, you’re useless!”
I took one look at the enormous desk blocking the main doorway and shook my head. It was completely broken down to the point where it was actually sagging in the middle, with drawers hanging out every which way and a considerable debris field around it to boot. There was no way Dazai and I could get that thing out of the way and escape before Kyouka recovered her weapon or her Ability. Dazai’s phone may still be in the room but from where we were sitting, it might as well have been on the moon.
I was about to consider breaking down one of the unknown doors in the room when I spotted something glittering on the floor next to me: a single, gold bobby pin. I had never picked a lock in my life but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Quick as a flash, I snatched up the bobby pin and was about to insert it into the lock, when Dazai’s fingers suddenly wrapped around mine.
“Kusunoki-san.”
Dazai’s voice was low, his brown eyes serious.
“What are you doing?”
I blinked at him.
“Saving our lives. We’re never going to escape handcuffed together like this—”
“Didn’t you hear what I said earlier?” Dazai asked. “Your exam ends the moment someone takes off those handcuffs. If you do unlock these on your own right now, you will fail the exam and lose your chance to become a member of the Agency.”
His fingers tightened around mine.
“If you do this, you’ll never learn the secret to controlling your Ability. Do you understand?”
I felt a chill creep into my blood as his tone sank in. My hand shook in his grip.
“Are you serious?”
“Completely serious,” Dazai replied. “You can’t become a member if you—”
“Our lives are in danger and you’re still talking about the exam?” I snapped, furious. “You know what? Screw you. And screw this exam, too! If the Armed Detective Agency is going to prioritize rules over the lives of its detectives, it’s not worth getting into! Now let go of me so I can save your stupid life!”
I tore my hand out of his grip.
But before I could jam the gold hairpin into the lock, I saw a tell-tale flash of blue light out of the corner of my eye. Shirayuki was back and in seconds, a shadow appeared above our heads. We threw ourselves out of the way just in time as a massive swivel chair came crashing down over the hedge.
The hairpin flew out of my hands.
As we landed heavily just before the large, broken desk that was blocking the main door, I spotted a large pair of scissors on the ground. Its metal blades were open and exposed, and it was lying just two centimeters away from my free hand.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Shirayuki flying towards us, her sword shining like lightning in her hands and I grabbed the scissors. If I couldn’t unlock the handcuffs myself, then I’d need someone else to cut them off for me...!
“Dazai-san! Lift up your arm and pull the chain tight! Hurry!”
Snapping the scissors closed, I wrapped my cuffed hand around the blades and the free one around the handles, gripping the scissors tightly in my fists. As I raised my hands up high, Dazai’s bandaged arm lifted into the air with mine and I saw him nod slightly as he pulled his imprisoned wrist away from mine.
The metal chain between us went taut and I gritted my teeth and braced myself. If this went wrong, then not even Yosano would be able to patch us up afterwards. My heart pounding in my chest, I stared into Shirayuki’s soulless yellow eyes as she brought her sword down.
The resounding screech of metal-against-metal rang out throughout the wreckage of the office as Shirayuki’s sword clashed against my scissors. Sparks flew and I felt my body sink into the tiles as the sheer weight of Shirayuki’s attack forced my arms down—but this was exactly what I’d hoped for.
I yanked my left hand down. Shirayuki’s sword slid down the side of the scissor blades and into the handcuff chain—which snapped.
Wind rushed past my ear as the sword crashed to the ground and I let out a soft cry of pain as I felt the blade graze the side of my forearm on its way down. There was blood dripping down my forearm but the chain was broken.
I was free.
Taking advantage of the lightness in my arm, I quickly changed my grip around the scissors, trying to wield it the way I’d seen Kyouka handle her kodachi.
But Shirayuki had vanished—nullified, no doubt, by Dazai’s Ability, just like before. Which could only mean Kyouka and her kodachi were on their way...
“Get out of here, Dazai-san! She’s after you, not me.”
I shoved him towards the door closest to us—the door to the infirmary—as Kyouka dashed out between the break in the hedges and ran towards us.
Looks like I was never going to learn the secret to controlling my Ability.
“Run!”
I turned around just in time to raise my scissors to parry, but Kyouka was too fast for me. She swung and my scissors went flying through the air.
The next thing I knew, I was on my back.
Kyouka’s sandal-clad foot was planted squarely on my sternum, pinning me to the floor. The edge of her kodachi was lined up perfectly with the major arteries in my neck and I knew instinctively that if I took a single breath, she’d slice open my neck and leave me to bleed out all over the floor.
I squeezed my eyes shut and waited—for the flash of pain, the instant death that I’d seen played out so many times for so many others...
My only regret was not getting a chance to pay Kunikida back for saving my life that day.
At least Dazai had managed to get away...
“Beautiful! Excellent!”
My eyes snapped open.
“Dazai-san?!”
He was standing in front of the door to the infirmary, the door I thought he’d escaped out of—and he was clapping.
“Good job, Kyouka-chan! That’s a wrap,” he called out, as if he was the director of a movie and we had just finished filming the climactic finale.
Confused, I looked from him to Kyouka and to my surprise, she carefully removed her sword and got off of me.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, sheathing her kodachi and tucking it into the folds of her kimono.
“What’s going on?” I asked, as Kyouka extended her tiny hand toward me to help me up. “You’re not going to kill me?”
Kyouka shook her head.
As I took her hand and let her haul me to my feet, Dazai approached, still clapping enthusiastically.
“Ohh, that was great. Seriously, what a way to end your Entrance Exam, Kusunoki-san. I have goosebumps, I tell you—goosebumps! See, look!”
He hiked up the sleeve of his coat over the rest of his arm... only to reveal that the entire thing was wrapped up in bandages. Clicking his tongue in disappointment, he pulled his sleeve back down and tucked his hands into his pockets.
“Exam?” I stuttered. “Wait, it’s actually over? But I didn’t finish the...”
Dazai let out a dramatic, disappointed sigh.
“Oh my goodness, Kusunoki-san. You didn’t really think that worthless packet I gave you at the beginning was your Entrance Exam, did you?”
My jaw hit the ground.
“WHAT?! But you acted so serious about it—! You said it wasn’t over until—!”
“Oh, that?” Dazai quipped. “That was just to throw you off. Kyouka-chan here was your real test. We wanted to see how you would act in a crisis! And you gave us such a beautiful performance! Really, I was moved—”
“Wait, hold on! Hold on!”
I threw my hands in the air to make a giant “time-out” sign.
“Who’s ‘we?!’”
Dazai grinned triumphantly. He walked up to one of the closed office doors, the one closest to the hole in the wall that Kyouka had opened up and put his hand on the doorknob.
“Allow me to bring out our panel of judges!”
He turned the knob. The door opened and out walked two men, one of whom I recognized immediately as Kunikida, who had already pulled out that little green notebook from inside his pocket and was scribbling furiously into it. The other...
“Well done, Kusunoki Kyou-san. I’d expect no less from one who seeks to join the Armed Detective Agency.”
He was much older than both Dazai and Kunikida, with long, shoulder length white hair and was dressed in a moss-colored yukata, with a black haori jacket trimmed in gold draped elegantly over his shoulders. He kept his hands tucked neatly into his sleeves, a katana hanging loosely at his side, and as he crossed the room, Kunikida followed at a respectable distance. I didn’t know who this man was but his very presence commanded respect and I could feel an air of nobility and quiet strength radiating from him from all the way across the room.
“Let’s give a big hand to our leading lady for a spectacular performance!” Dazai exclaimed, gesturing to me like an overly excitable hype man.
He stole Kunikida’s pen and held it to the unknown man’s face, as if this person were a celebrity he was interviewing for a magazine.
“What did you think, President? Was it to your liking?”
I felt the air evaporate out of my lungs.
“President?” I choked. “As in the President of the Armed Detective Agency?”
“The one and only Fukuzawa Yukichi!” Dazai affirmed, turning to me with a grin just before Kunikida took back his pen and punched Dazai in the face.
“Dazai...!”
In his rage, Kunikida could barely get the words out from between his gritted teeth. His hands shook as he gripped his fountain pen and my vindictive amusement at seeing Dazai punched turned into alarm as the pen snapped in half in Kunikida’s closed fist, showering his beige clothes in a spray of black ink.
“I know we wanted to test her courage but this is too much, even for you!”
Throwing out an arm, he gestured wildly to the destroyed office.
“Just look at this place! At our new coffee machine! I know we haven’t been raided in over three months but that’s no excuse for damage of this scale. With this, our budget surplus has turned into a deficit! And you!”
He rounded on Kyouka, who bowed gracefully.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I apologize for the damage, Kunikida-san,” she said quietly, the ends of her long black pigtails nearly sweeping the floor as she inclined her head. “Dazai-san told me I should, quote: ‘go wild, we want to scare her half to death—’”
“So this is your fault? Why am I not surprised?!” Kunikida spat, grabbing Dazai by the collar. He pulled the bandaged man off the floor where he had landed and shook him like a ragdoll, yelling the entire time.
“Excuse me, Kusunoki-san?”
I jumped as Kyouka suddenly appeared at my side. She sounded timid, even apologetic as she hesitantly reached for my injured arm, where the blood had only just begun to clot and without meaning to, I covered it with my other hand, the chain rattling noisily as I moved.
“I’m sorry for hurting you,” she whispered guiltily, lowering her eyes. “May I take you to the infirmary?”
If she had seemed small before, she was even tinier up close; the top of her head barely reached my eyes. With her head bowed and her lip tucked between her teeth, it was hard to believe this little girl, barely old enough to enter high school, had pointed a blade at my throat and spent the last several minutes trying to kill me—pretending to try to kill me (I hoped)...
“I’ll be okay,” I assured her, trying to put a smile on my face although to be honest, I was still pretty wary of her, “It’s just a cut. It’ll heal.”
Pink flooded her cheeks as she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank goodness,” she sighed, bringing a hand to her chest and gripping the tiny cell phone that hung around her neck. “I really didn’t want to hurt you, Kusunoki-san. You just surprised me...”
“I think she surprised everyone,” Fukuzawa said, approaching me. “Kusunoki-kun...”
His eyes sharpened.
“Did you say my Agency was not worth getting into?”
My blood ran cold. At once, I threw myself on the ground, slapping my forehead down on the crushed tiles so hard that I probably gave myself another cut.
“Kusunoki-san?!” Kunikida squawked in surprise.
“I can explain!” I shouted, squeezing my eyes shut, sweat pouring down my forehead. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to insult the Agency, it’s just—in the heat of the moment—!”
“Don’t worry about it,” Fukuzawa rumbled. “You passed, after all.”
I lifted my head off the ground. I could still feel some of the rubble sticking to my forehead as Kunikida ran over to help me up. I waved him away and gawped at Fukuzawa.
“Eh?”
“And I agree with you. If the Armed Detective Agency really was the type of organization to prioritize rules over the lives of its detectives, it truly wouldn’t be worth joining” Fukuzawa declared, “In fact, we would be no better than the Port Mafia.”
He stopped before me as I regained my footing and considered me, his expression thoughtful.
“It’s not often that we get a potential recruit who has not one, but two recommendations from top detectives. I’ll admit, when your real test started, I had trouble understanding why both Dazai-kun and Kunikida-kun vouched for you.”
I glanced up at Dazai and Kunikida, the former lying on the ground, seemingly still in stitches, and the latter now standing over my desk with exam in hand, looking increasingly irritated.
“The Exam was indeed designed to draw out your response to fear,” Fukuzawa continued, “but you spent a considerable amount of time running away...”
I felt shame color my cheeks as he continued.
“However, when Dazai-kun appeared to be injured, you didn’t allow your fear to paralyze you. Instead, you demonstrated a level of resourcefulness and courage befitting a member of the Agency and you did everything you could to save Dazai-kun, at the risk of your own life.”
His expression softened.
“There are certain qualities we value at the Agency and you’ve proven today that you can overcome your own shortcomings and rise to the challenge. We don’t always take in those who have been targeted by the Port Mafia...”
Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Kyouka twitch.
“But we will make exceptions for the right people.”
He turned on his heel and walked back into his own office.
“You officially start tomorrow and you’ll be assigned a desk after my subordinates have finished cleaning the place up. I expect you to become a fine member of the Agency in due time, Kusunoki-kun.”
Dazai, Kunikida, Kyouka and I bowed in unison as Fukuzawa took his leave and he had almost completely disappeared into the confines of his office when I suddenly remembered what I needed to ask.
“Wait! President Fukuzawa!”
He turned to look over his shoulder at me, his silver eyes piercing. I swallowed nervously and pushed the words out of my mouth.
“I was told that I could learn to control my Ability once I joined the Agency. How does that work?”
Fukuzawa folded his hands back into his sleeves and studied me.
“You already have it,” he said simply, surprising me. “My Ability, ‘All Men Are Created Equal,’ grants my subordinates control of their Gifts. Control was granted to you the moment you passed the exam.”
I thought for a moment.
“Wait, so there’s no secret? But Dazai-san suggested...”
There was a pause. Then all eyes in the room turned to the bandaged detective, who wouldn’t meet my gaze. Something clicked.
“You were just messing with me, weren’t you?”
“Kusunoki-kun,” Fukuzawa called, stopping me before I could run over and punch Dazai myself. “I’ll be entrusting your care to the two detectives who recommended you until you get used to things around here. You can stay and help clean up if you wish but given your circumstances, I will ask Kunikida-kun to walk you home at the end of today. Then, please excuse me.”
The door closed at last. Kunikida turned to me and adjusted his glasses.
“I had ‘buying supplies’ on my schedule for today and could use an extra pair of hands. Did you want to come?”
I nodded and was about to follow when I felt my wrist snag on something.
“Oh, hang on, Kunikida-san?”
I lifted up my left arm, the silver handcuff still encircling my wrist.
“Do you think you could unlock me first?”
Kunikida raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t have the key,” he said bluntly.
I heard a click and as one, we turned to Dazai, who had unlocked his own handcuffs and was coming towards me to unlock mine. The moment I saw the small, silver key pinched delicately between his fingers, I lost it.
“You had the key all along?!” I roared as Kunikida took a step back from me and covered his ears. “We could have gone through the second half of the test without being handcuffed together and you—you just—!”
“Now, now, Kusunoki-kun,” Dazai drawled as he deftly inserted the key and began to twist it back and forth. The lock clicked sharply and the cuffs fell open.
“I did tell you that the handcuffs were a very important part of your exam. I needed some way to make sure you didn’t get too far away from me. After all, if your Ability had randomly manifested during the exam, you would have passed out and then...”
His lips twisted into a sadistic grin.
“Kyouka-chan might’ve actually killed you.”
I could hear Kyouka moving about the room, cleaning up the debris that had been created with Shirayuki at her side and I glared up at Dazai as I rubbed my aching wrist. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. He had done his best to keep me safe during the test... even though I’d undermined him the whole way through by panicking, running off and even knocking him out once...
And I’d just repaid him by yelling at him in front of his coworkers. Taking advantage of (and compounding) my guilt, Dazai slowly reached for my injured arm and deftly wrapped a bandage around my cut.
I couldn’t look him in the eye.
“Hey... Dazai?”
I felt my face grow hot.
“Thanks for looking after me. And... I’m sorry about your head.”
The room grew quiet. And then, Dazai chuckled. *
* “It was my pleasure, Kyou-chan,” he replied smoothly, his brown eyes glittering as he gave my hand a squeeze.
“Spending an entire morning with you was thanks enough. Perhaps now you’ll think better of me and one day consider joining me in a—”
“That’s enough, Dazai,” Kunikida interrupted irritably. “You’re going to stay here and clean up this mess—and don’t you dare leave Kyouka-chan to do it on her own when this entire thing was your fault!”
He guided me towards the door, his glasses flashing.
“And Kusunoki-kun, we really need to talk about your written exam. I know it wasn’t your real test but you missed every math question I wrote—those were at high school level—”
“You wrote those?!”
“Bye, Kyou-chan!” Dazai called after me as I was pushed out into the hall. His smile was wide and oddly infectious and I could see Kyouka waving quietly from behind him.
“See you later! Welcome to the Armed Detective Agency!!”
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A View To A Winchester (Part 18)
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Summary: Julie’s starting a new life after divorce in a home with a very nice view.
A Dean X OFC story. I got this idea staring out the view of my home office window and thinking how nice it would be to have Dean Winchester to ogle.
Section Word Count: 4,800     
Section Content: fluff, flirting, angst, light smut, R-rated language 
FINAL CHAPTER
~~~~~
Right after Seger sang Dean and Julie into some sweet, sweet sanctuary, Dean had expected, prepared for a flood of questions. He’d steeled himself for the barrage of inquiries that would spill from Julie’s mouth. He walked back to his room without a single weapon to defend himself. As naked as the day he was born, he hoped that display would be a little distracting for Julie. Even debated rocking his hips like a Thunder From Down Under as a further diversion. Maybe they could get down to more of that love making business. That. He was ready for that.
But what he wasn’t ready for was finding Julie fast asleep when he snuck into the bedroom. He’d only been gone, what, not even five minutes? Then, he remembered how sound of a sleeper she’d mentioned she could be. Under the right circumstances, it seems.
He froze in place, stopped to take in the woman in his bed. She was somewhere between a side and stomach sleeper when not forced into a spoon position by a needy bed sharer. Arms burrowed under the pillow in a tight hug. The long mane of hair fanned out behind and over the cushion like she was free falling into a dream. He licked his bottom lip at the curve of one breast teasing his eyes and the slope of her bare back. The sheet had only made it up to her waist.
Did I love you to sleep, baby? He eased in beside Julie, curling in as close as he could without disturbing the slumber. He frowned at the tiny scrap of sheet left for him to pull up along his midsection. Is she a bed hog? Her breathing was steady, relaxed, mouth parted. He wanted to kiss that little hint of a smile right off her face. If her eyes opened at that moment, she’d be staring directly into his. He smiled and felt that tug at his heart again. The one he’d felt so many times that night. He closed his eyes. An occasional moan that seemed to be her version of a snore broke the silence. But it wasn’t keeping him awake. All his mind could do was race.
When they crescendoed with the song earlier that night, his fingers had dipped into her wetness, exploring the spot where their bodies connected, and the friction of his fucking created a raw heat, melting them together. Then, flicks and twitches in her response as his utmost priority became assaulting that swollen bundle of nerves. He needed to feel it, feel her come around him. That was when he felt the tug. But, it hadn’t been the first time that night.
Dean had always craved that amazing experience of being inside a woman when she climaxed. Any woman. It didn’t matter if it was a waitress in Muncie (Melanie?) finishing a double shift; bent in half as Dean took her in the diner’s back alley after the saddest, soggiest order of fries he’d ever had the misfortune of eating. It didn’t matter if it was Cassie, sneaking him into her dorm and riding him while her roommate pretended to be asleep. Who could’ve slept with all that noise? It didn’t matter if it was Lisa teaching Dean the kinkiest Downward Facing Dog position. I pulled a muscle doing that. It didn’t matter if it was Anna allowing Dean to take her celestial body for a spin in the back seat of Baby. Would’ve been a perfect time to play some Aerosmith.
It didn’t matter. Because as much as he’d cared for every single one of those women, no matter the brevity or extended duration of their time together, in his own way, it was that second of fractal explosion that made it all worth it. That moment he had helped create, build, release, appease, fulfill. It was pure, fucking joy. And all those other big words Sammy would use.
He’d held onto those moments, kept them for safekeeping to remind him of what he was capable of during his darkest ones. They’d kept him company during his year in Purgatory; when he bore the Mark of Cain; when he’d become a Knight of Hell. They’d been the part of his humanity, his old life, that crept in on occasion when he’d been strung, stretched, and quartered in Hell. Over. And over. Wash, rinse, repeat. It was a miracle he didn’t remember all the torture he’d endured and then inflicted on others in Hell.
Cas had to have wiped my memory when he raised me from perdition. Or I would have popped out of the ground cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. He still felt the phantom pain every so often. The decades of torture under his skin, the scars on his soul from all those he’d eviscerated. No one could carry back all that and not have their psyche crumble under the weight of it. He’d always wanted to ask Cas, the angel saddled with the rescue mission, if he’d been given some omniscient knowledge of exactly how much Dean could bear. But another part of him never wanted to know the answer.
The answer he did want to know, and had needed since the first time he’d been with a woman, was if he’d pleased, made her feel wanted, complete, even if only for a moment. It was easy for Dean. And he could see it in their eyes, hear it in their moans, feel it in their after shivers, even if they never actually said it.
He didn’t really understand the need, the chase for that answer, over and over. It was fun, of course. And he was a horny bastard. When is sex with a beautiful woman not fun? But something had always been missing, out of reach.
And then he’d felt that heart tug, the first time, when Julie confessed. I’ll always come back, Dean. If that’s what you want, what will make you feel safe. You deserve that, same as everyone else.
His eyes opened. Safe. Has that been it the whole fucking time? Saving people, making sure they’re safe. Has it been my mission because I’ve wanted it? For me?
“Guess I’ve gotta find a way, sweetheart.” He whispered, staring at her. She showed no sign of waking. Find a way to believe I deserve that. Heavy lids won out.
~~~~~
It had been a few weeks since the festival.
Baby had been in stop and start mode for the past hour in early afternoon Interstate traffic. On a Friday. Dean still wasn’t quite used to the herd mentality of the eastern shore population in the summer. A curse on his lips berated himself for not wrapping up his job in New Jersey earlier. Snatching the skip had taken longer than expected. Fucking beach traffic.
He leaned an arm out his open window. Hand tapped the exterior of the Impala, warm from the strong summer rays, the concrete under her wheels and exhaust from all the other vehicles sandwiched tight together. Head bobbed to Back in Black. Dean got a nod in approval from a man that looked his age, loosened tie and white collared shirt, steering a sensible sedan that ebbed and flowed alongside. “Sweet ride.” The man called out from his own open window. Dean saluted at the comment.
An inner debate had been ping-ponging back and forth since a text from Sam came through that morning. Baby had the chance to sprint for a steady clip before slowing down. The screams of children in a nearby minivan stuffed with beach cargo forced Dean to roll up his window. He turned down the radio and tapped his phone.
“Hey.” Sam answered.
“Hey.” Dean mumbled. “Busy?”
“No, I will be in a few minutes, though. Walking to class. How’s things? Julie?”
“Good. She’s good.”
“Good.” Sam answered and waited. “Well, we’re good here. Thanks for asking.”
“Sorry. I’m just. Look. No bullshit, Sammy. I need an answer. Simple yes or no.”
Sam huffed on speakerphone. “Alright. Shoot.”
Dean sighed.
“Today, Dean?”
“Am I fixable?” Dean barked out the question.
“Are you flexible? Absolutely not.”
“No. Fixable?”
“What?”
“Fixable? F-I-X able? Just answer the damn question! And don’t think. Am I fixable?”
“Yes, Dean. Of course you are. Everyone’s fixable. Why are you… oh, this has to do with Julie.”
The irritation at Sam’s ability to deduce things was brushed aside. “How can you be so sure?”
“Because, I know how many times you believed I was fixable.” Sam spoke in a hushed tone. “And, you fought tooth and nail to give me that chance to try.” Dean heard Sam take a short gulp of air and shout out a quick hello to someone passing. He resumed his quiet discussion. “I wouldn’t be here, otherwise. Remember when you worked for months on the Impala after the crash, after Dad…” Sam cleared his throat. Dean gripped the steering wheel. “Bobby didn’t see the point in even trying. It was twisted up like a churro. But, I knew you’d want to fix it. If there was only one working part in that hunk of junk, you weren’t going to give up. Just like your car, it’s going to take time. And, you have to work at it.”
“If you tell me I gotta go all hippie and meditative, Sammy, I swear to God…”
Sam chuckled. “You gotta find your own path, Dean. But, I do think you need to consider some help.”
Dean fiddled with the air vents. “What kind of help?”
Sam sighed. “A therapist.”
Dean belly laughed. “What kind of therapist am I going to talk to that’s not going to have me committed after five minutes?”
“Okay, listen for thirty seconds. You know how Garth is a dentist and takes care of his werewolf buddies because no one else would be able to work on their teeth without running out of the room screaming? Dean?”
“I’m listening.” Dean grunted.
“There are a lot of resources for hunters, too. People that understand the life and the world we exist in. Some have even lived it. You just have to know where to look. I’ve got a therapist.”
“What?” Dean’s lips pursed tight after the question.
“Been meeting with her every other week since around the time I moved to California. She even does her sessions over the phone with clients... all over the country.”
Dean understood the suggestion. “You’ve been talking to this therapist about me?”
“Well…”
“Then, help a brother out and find me another one. Clean slate, if I’m going to do this.”
“Really?” Dean envisioned the slack jawed, wide eyed expression on Sam’s face.
“Ask me again and I’ll change my mind.”
“Alright, alright, you got it. I’ll touch base with a name and contact later tonight.”
“You free around…” Dean glanced at his watch, “like three your time later today?”
“Yeah, why?”
~~~~~
Hours later, Dean sat on Julie’s couch, waiting for Brigida’s lasagna to reheat in the oven. The smell of sauce and mozzarella was making his stomach grumble. He’d called out to Julie, busy with something in the kitchen, when the faucet turned off and the clattering died down. Had asked her a question he knew she wouldn’t expect.
Dean caught the surprise in Julie’s eyes when she’d rounded the corner at the question. Her hand tapped on the doorsill. She looked comfy and edible in a faded pink, tight Spice Girls t-shirt and yoga pants. He recalled her exact words when she kissed him hello, allowing him entrance from the sliding back door with a bottle of red in his hand. My favorite guy and my favorite wine on a Friday night? I’m going to need an extra helping of both after the day I’ve had at work.
Julie’s nose twitched before she answered. “There’s time. Got another 20 minutes until food’s ready. Are you sure?” Julie darted to the entry hall mirror and fussed with her hair.
Dean tried to look annoyed. But, she looked extra cute when she got nervous. “Jules, should I be worried that you’re trying to make yourself pretty for a video call with my brother?”
She turned from the mirror and gave him a grin. “You told me he’s taken. Just want to make a good impression.”
He tapped his lap and relaxed deeper into the cushions of Julie’s couch. “You can make a good impression on me before the call.”
Julie shook her head. “Why?”
Dean frowned. “You don’t want to?”
“Of course I want to.” She shuffled back over to him in her bare feet, wedging into his side on the couch and sitting back on her heels. The warmth of her arms, draped with ease around his chest and shoulders, elicited a tiny purr from his mouth. His arm snuck around her waist. She smiled. He could tell he made her lose her train of thought and grinned, victorious. She tapped his chest and finally continued. “I mean, why all of a sudden did you ask about me meeting Sam?”
Dean shrugged. “He keeps messaging. Asking how you’re doing. If you couldn’t tell, I don’t particularly like being the middleman.” The tease of skin under her t-shirt had his mind wander to more pleasant activities. “Sooner I play catch up with little brother, sooner I can be the man under you.”
Julie crinkled her eyes. “Wouldn’t the proper term be younger? He looks way taller in the…”
Dean cleared his throat and leaned forward on the couch, propelling her back into the cushion. “Alright. Let’s do this.”
A laugh of accomplishment emerged from Julie. She does like to tease. All sorts of ways. Dean smiled at the sound of her chuckling. I gotta bottle that up and save some for later.
Sam connected to the call after about thirty seconds of lag. Dean had time to settle back into his seat and watched Julie sit proper on her ass now, pressing against his arm, not in the video frame. She bit the inside of her lip. Dean whispered, rubbing her thigh with his free hand, “He’s a puppy dog, sweetheart.”
Sam’s face filled the frame. For some reason, he’d trimmed his beard back some. He gave Dean a robotic wave. “Hey, Dean.”
Dean cleared his throat. Sam had made the explicit request earlier today to not be called Sammy on this call. This call that was supposed to appear to Julie like they hadn’t talked in a while. “Sam. How you doin’?” We are the worst actors.
“Good. How are you?”
“Good. How’s Eileen?”
“Good. Not home yet, still at work.”
Dean and Sam nodded in silence at each other. “Oh, hey.” Dean shouted way too loudly. He felt Julie twitch at his unexpected enthusiasm. “I’m over at Julie’s and thought it’d be a good idea for you two to finally meet.”
Sam tucked some hair behind an ear. “Yeah, that’d be great.”
Dean nodded, then looked to Julie and offered her the phone to hold. She swallowed. Her cold, nervous fingers slid over his own in the brief exchange. That beaming smile took over her face. Her cheeks flushed pink as she looked at the screen. “Hi, Sam.”
“Hey, Julie. Nice to talk to you.” Sam gave a quick nod and gave her a genuine smile. No acting necessary. “How are you doing?”
“Good.”
“Dean’s told me a lot about you.”
She laughed. “I wish I could say the same.” Dean squeezed her thigh.
“Well, kind of the Winchester way. You’ll have to give him a pass on that one.” Sam tilted his head.
She nodded. “I have heard you’re in school. How’s that going?”
“Kickin’ my ass, along with my part time job. But, almost through.”
“Good luck.”
“Thanks. Oh, listen. Eileen and I were thinking you might be able to talk Dean into a visit to California sometime soon.” Dean shot laser eyes at Sam even though he knew he couldn’t see him. This was not part of the script. “He’s kind of a nervous flyer. Might need a partner for the trip.”
Julie glanced at Dean and giggled. “He’s not at all thrilled with that idea.”
“Yeah, I know. Maybe work on him for us?”
She nodded. “I’ll try.”
Sam gave her a thumbs up. “Thanks.”
“I should go check on dinner. Take care.”
“You too.” Sam smiled.
Julie gave Dean a narrowed eye stare with a slight grin when she handed back the phone. She got up and dashed to the kitchen. “Alright. Well, I guess I’ll talk to you soon.” Dean gave Sam the I’m going to kill you look.
Sam laughed. “See you, Dean. Enjoy dinner.”
Dean ended the call with a quick tap. He heard the oven door open and shut.
“It should probably rest for another five or ten minutes.” Her voice entered the room before she did. She strolled over, then stood in front of him on the couch with her hands on her hips. “You too planned that, didn’t you?”
Dean leaned back to look up. “What do you mean?”
“That was way too awkward to not have been staged.”
He pulled her between his open legs by her hips. “Maybe that’s just how we are with each other.”
Julie nodded. “Sure.” She sighed, gave in and climbed on top of his lap, kneeling above him. Her calves squeezed against his legs, ass on his thighs. Fingers kneaded the sides of his neck. “What brought that on?”
He reclined, letting the couch cushion the back of his head. Strokes along her torso made her shirt ride up, exposing more of her tummy with each upward motion. “You’ve been really patient.”
Julie waited for further explanation.
“No questions, no asking for honest answers. Not since the festival.”
“Since you showed me your night moves.” She smiled and squirmed in his lap.
He shifted forward and deeper into the couch, wanting her core heat against him.
Julie shrugged. “I’ve got all the honesty I need right now.”
Dean felt that tug at his heart.
“Come help me set the table?” She started to pull away.
He held her at the waist. “Want to tell you something.”
Julie’s brown eyes softened their inspection. Her body relaxed more into his grip. She stilled.
Dean focused on Ginger Spice for a few seconds, wrapped up in white faux fur over Julie’s right breast. He sighed and stared back up at Julie’s waiting gaze. “My mother. Um. She, uh, she died... when I was four.” Julie’s fingers squeezed into his shoulder. Her eyes reflected pure sympathy. “House fire. My dad, well, he was never the same after that. There’s more. But, I just wanted you to know that part. For now.”
“I’m sorry, Dean.” Her lips pursed.
He nodded and tore his focus from her eyes. He so wanted to tell her the rest. How Mary came back. How he and Sam had lost her again, too soon.
Julie’s hand rested on the fabric covering his heart. “You’ve carried a lot.” She whispered.
Not gonna cry. His jaw clenched and he took in a tight breath through his nose. “Yeah, well, that’s life, right.”
Her fingers tilted his chin up so he was forced to meet her eyes. She smiled. “I think you’re awesome.”
He chuckled, half a sniffle escaping. “You’re turning me into a mushy mess, you know that, right?”
She frowned. “No, I’m not. You’ll always be big and strong. I just like knowing what’s underneath, that’s all.” Her frown reversed. “There’s so many amazing things underneath.”
He exhaled and gave her all the lust he could muster. “I’m hungry.”
She giggled. “Let’s go eat. And, then, you can eat some more.”
~~~~~
After the lasagna, string bean and potato salad, and a couple glasses of red wine, Dean had eaten Julie out on the couch for dessert.
Julie squirmed out from under him and rose from the couch on wobbly legs. Most of it was due to Dean’s expertise and the other had been her overindulging on the alcohol. He snatched at the air just missing her thigh. “Where are you going?”
She pulled her underwear and yoga pants back up. “I got-gotta clean up, Dean. The dishes are gonna b-be a pain in the ass later.”
He huffed. “I’ll get the stuff in the dishwasher and start it up.” He was behind her in a second, arms encircling her waist. “You get that sweet ass upstairs.” His voice rumbled in her ear. “I’m gonna want to fuck your drunk self silly, and soon.”
She giggled uncontrollably. “Silly fucking? What does that look like?” His warm, wet mouth pressed into the side of her neck. She shivered. The loud far away moan filling her ears was all rising out of her own throat.
“We’re going to find out.” He mumbled. “Can you make it up the steps without hurting yourself or do I have to carry you, sweetheart?”
She waved a hand and twirled in his embrace to face him. His wide eyes smiled back. “I can multitask.” She raised some fingers. “How many am I holding up?”
He chuckled. “I’m not the drunk one.”
“Okay, I’m going.” She waved a hand again at the table remnants and the food on the stove. “Are you sure you can handle all this?”
“I’m awesome at clean-up.” He kissed her lips. She moaned again at the taste of herself on his mouth. “Upstairs. Take it slow.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “And, if you fall asleep, I’m waking you up.”
She clapped her hands. “Yay!”
He shook his head and tapped her ass. “Go.”
It didn’t take her too long to get to her bedroom. She stripped out of her t-shirt and yoga pants and cleaned herself up a bit before throwing on a cool summer nightgown. He’s just going to tear it off once he gets upstairs. She heard a bunch of movement in the kitchen below the bathroom. Dishes clattering, drawers opening, water running. God, he’s a good man. How’d I get so lucky?
Her brain was buzzing. At least that’s what she originally thought was creating the noise until she realized it was her phone. She smiled at the name on the screen and picked up the call on her way into the dark bedroom, the bathroom light on and forgotten. “Cat? How are you doing?”
“Good, Jules. Haven’t heard much from you. Just the quick little texts. How are you doing? Is it too late to call?”
Ugh, now I remember why I didn’t call her back. Some Dean details. Julie sobered a bit. “Lot better. Thanks. And, no, not too late. I can talk for a few minutes.”
“Listen, I know I was being pushy and sticking my nose somewhere I probably shouldn’t have. I apologize. It came out of good intentions.”  
Julie sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “I know, sweetie. Just tell me, is my life in danger at the hands of this man?” She already knew the answer.
“Nooo.” Cat dragged out the word.
She just needs to get it out. “Okay, fine, spill. What did you find out?”
“Well, nothing concrete. Jules, it’s like his online existence has been wiped. At least, anything prior to two years ago when he surfaced in Delaware. I don’t know. It’s like those Bourne movies or Bond.”
Julie shook her head. “What do you mean?”
“Like some government cover up.” There was silence for a few seconds. “I did find something on the dark web, though.”
“Is he a porn star? Because I can totally accept that.”
The serious tone faded from Cat’s voice. “You’re drunk. And, he’s there.”
“Yes, on both counts. So, I don’t have a lot of time or much brain function left.”
“Geez. Okay. I did find a Dean Winchester mention. Some repostings of an old blog, related to these… books.”
“Again, are we talking soft core porn? Erotic novels?”
“No, it’s a series of books. The heroes are brothers, Sam and Dean.”
That made Julie’s focus sharpen. “Wait, his name in the book is Dean Winchester?”
“Well, the author never mentions their last names in the books. Apparently, there was a super-obsessed fan that got inside information and the character’s full name. Dean Winchester is mentioned in one of those blog posts. Fan’s online name at the time was samlicker81 and she ran a site called morethanbrothers.net. Her maiden name was Becky Rosen. And, even weirder, she used to live in Pike Creek.”
Too many facts were flying around and her tracking skills were waning. Dean’s name was used for a fictional character in a book series? “Could be a weird coincidence. All of it. I-I mean, you have to admit, the name alone sounds like a pretty cool fucking character.”
“Agree. It could. Anyway, if you want, I can send you a couple of the books I found online. Might make for some fun reading.”
“Ready for round two, sweetheart?” Dean stepped into the bedroom, his deep voice teasing out the question, while pulling the black t-shirt off in one sweeping gesture. The light spilling in from the open bathroom door spotlighted the eagerness on his face and the beauty of his frame. “Kinda hoping you’re passed out so I can wake you up with my tongue.” He chuckled. He spotted her figure sitting in the dark. Once he realized she was on the phone his grin dropped. He straightened and mouthed one word in silence, t-shirt dangling from a wrist. “Brigida?”
Julie shook her head. She was pretty sure Cat had heard every word. “Sure. Send them over.”
Cat sighed. “Alright. Be careful, Jules.”
“Will do. Talk soon.” Julie ended the call and dropped the phone on the nightstand.
Dean’s brows knit together. “Who was that?”
“Cat. Checking in on me.”
The expression on his face eased. “Ah.” An impatient jiggle shook the shirt off his wrist and onto the floor. “Dishwasher’s running. Food’s covered on the stove that’s still too hot to go in the fridge. All the rest is put away. And, you’re still awake.” He smiled.
She smiled back. “All ready for round two.”
~~~~~
Bright sunlight had roused Julie. She reached out to her right with the expectation of running her hands over some part of Dean’s bare chest. One eye opened slowly and peeked over when she didn’t feel him. The spot was empty. The covers tucked back into position, pillow fluffed, and bed made like he’d never rumpled them up during their love making last night. Silly fucking. Julie grinned at the description but the slight background pound of a hangover led to a groan.
She flopped over. Bathroom, maybe? Instead of a shut door, Julie’s eyes gazed over the light blue tiles and toilet from her vantage. A low level panic set in as her thoughts jumbled together. Dean Winchester is a fictional character. Too good to be true. Sitting up, the headache stabbed her in the forehead. She clutched at her chest and frowned at the cotton fabric of the nightgown. He’d pulled this off me as soon as he came to bed. Didn’t he? Her brain was fuzzy. The shirt he’d left on the floor was picked up, gone.
Her mouth was dry, tacky, and coated with the taste of sour, fermented grapes. Shit, how much wine did I drink?
A methodical peel of the sheets and slow deposit of her feet on the hardwood was performed in order to limit the hangover reaction. She shuffled out of the bedroom door, dazed, confused. What if…
“Hey, party girl.” His voice called out from her office. Her heart sped up in gratitude. For a second… She turned to the sound. He was sitting on the pull out couch, his side pressed into the backrest, sipping on a mug of coffee. Fully dressed, still looking a little sleepy. The shades had been pulled all the way up and the sunlight gave him a dreamy appearance. Come on, Jules. He’s always dreamy. She wandered over. On approach, his eyes narrowed. “Need some coffee?”
She scrunched up her eyelids when she stepped into the light. “Maybe.”
He let out a quiet laugh. “I can make you some greasy breakfast. Might help.”
She shook her head, the lips of her mouth smacking together and her stomach moaning at the thought of food entering it. “What are you doing?”
He shrugged. “You kept telling me about this view. Decided to take a look for myself.”
She smiled, staring into those green eyes, blazing bright in the sunshine. Those full lips rose up in that proud, sure smile of his.
Always coming back.
The pounding faded away from Julie’s head. This. This is my little piece of heaven. And, it’s all mine. For now, he’s all mine. “It’s a pretty great view.” She smiled.
His eyes inventoried her from top, to bottom, to top before he responded, “I agree, sweetheart.” He reached for her hand. Pulled her in with the utmost care for a kiss. He whispered again before their lips touched. “I agree.”  
THE END
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2019 creator year-in-review tag
i spent half an hour writing this post out on my phone and then the tumblr app crashed and it all got lost so i am currently typing this on my laptop with annoyance coursing through my veins and hate in my heart but anyway here we go
Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2019. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
i was tagged by the inimitable @johnny-and-dora, whom i got to know this year through a happy fic exchange accident!1! i’ve been in a bit of a creative rut recently, so maybe this’ll be a good reminder of the things i’ve done that i’m proud of. 2019 was also the first full year during which i was writing fic, so most of my work is up for grabs. that means i am basically picking favorites from all my children and – let me tell you – this was shockingly easy.
anyway here we go! i’m putting these under the break so that if you don’t care you can just skip this post. no judgement.
in no particular order:
- it’s been a long, long time (MCU): my first ever fic (and also my first and only completed multichap), this one is always going to hold a special place in my heart. i can’t read the first few chapters without physically cringing and hating myself but i love the last couple chapters, and i think that’s indicative of the leaps and bounds my writing skills made throughout the course of the year it took me to finish this fic. i’d wanted to work on my fiction prose for a long, long time (ha), and i just never got the courage or motivation to do it. this fic was my leap into the world of writing fiction, and my writing ability is better for it. long, long time was also my introduction to the online mcu fandom, thereby making it my introduction to a world of friends and art that i didn’t know i was missing. also, angst.
- we could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable (B99):  this fic was a happy accident that i wrote as a last-minute pinch-hit for someone who couldn’t finish their part of a fic exchange, and i am so glad i did it. i am obsessed with sickfics and sian’s prompt gave me the push i needed to finally write one myself. pining!peraltiago is the best peraltiago and i feel like writing this one made me immensely more comfortable with capturing their characters through both narration and dialogue. and i feel like that comes through in:
- i close my eyes, let it surround me (B99):  the sickfic sequel my heart belongs to. thank you to everyone who asked for a sickfic sequel, because i probably wouldn’t have done it otherwise and wow do i love this one. pretty wild how the flu can open up so many possibilities. it seems like fic exchanges are where my peraltiago fics rise. and also maybe i am very single and i like to use them to fill my soul. shut up.
- come back and tell me why i’m feeling like i’ve missed you all this time (MCU): i just LOVE the concept for this, which came from @beatingsofabesottedheart2. this was my first attempt at romanogers fluff (it came very late i am a slut for angst) and i am surprisingly still very proud of the way it turned out. i think i struck a good balance between largely meaningless fluff and the undertone of pain and hurt that underlie both of their backstories, and the way that informs the ways they live their lives today (both individually and together).
- i’ve learned in love and death, we don’t decide (MCU): this title is from lost by dermot kennedy, which singlehandedly inspired almost all of my post-endgame fic. i think this is the most emotion i have ever funneled into a piece of my writing, and i think it shows – not in the quality, necessarily, but in the sheer angst the second chapter contains. i actually wrote almost all of the first part before endgame even came out, basing it solely on one (1) clip of the trailer and my predictions, but the second chapter is maybe one of my favorite things i have ever written.
i wrote this in a comment reply on a different fic but there is something so beautifully heartbreaking about missed opportunity and lost hope and being too late. the romanogers story is a story of what it’s like to be so close, but lose everything anyway, and how sometimes having a little is harder than having nothing at all. spun a certain way, it’s a tale of two people who have always managed to find a way out not being able to find a way to each other. and that informs so much of what i write, even when i’m just filling in the negative space.
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anyway, that’s my 2019 wrap-up! if you’ve read this far, thank you for indulging me. a big thank you, also, to each and every one of you who’s read one of my fics, left kudos or comments, and interacted with me on tumblr.
a special shoutout to those of you that commented or sent me asks – it is not an exaggeration to say that you are my single largest motivator. like, yes, i do love writing for myself, but this year has also seen me apply to law school and write an honors thesis, so i’m always a little tired of staring at words in an word doc. your comments asking for more are not thirsty or demanding; in fact, they are sometimes the only things that keep me writing. if you talk about things you liked (or even loved), that’s a sweet bonus that boosts my mood more than you would think possible. so thank you, thank you, thank you.
gonna tag some creators i love and respect now! @natasharomanoff, @whoisyennefer, @vivilevone and @ofbuttsandbombs: ball’s in your court. (i haven’t been on tumblr in a while, so if you’ve already done this just ignore me.)
also, if you’d like to do this and no one’s tagged you, just do it and say i tagged you!! i want to see what you’re proud of. we could all use a little more self-love. i will also add your url to the above tagged list so that, technically, i did tag you.
happy new year, everyone! thanks for everything.
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lisatelramor · 6 years
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NLTSA Extra: Kid’s Retirement Event
AN: Takes place during the epilogue
“For Kid to retire, he has to retire,” Kaito had said to Aoko. And to Saguru. And to...pretty much everyone in the know to convince them this was a good idea. Sure, he’d given police statements by now as disguised as possible. And the news had picked up on that fact despite attempts to keep it under wraps. He could have let Kid fade into obscurity and be one more unsolved mystery as people wondered if he’d lived or died or fallen off the face of the planet.
After eighteen years it felt more fitting to end it with one last show. One last safe show hopefully, Kaito thought to himself as he finished the last few preparations.
Aoko was not happy about this. Nor were Takumi or Saguru, even though Saguru and Aoko both understood why he needed to do this. Hell, Kudo understood why he needed to do this because Kudo had ended his double life with a spectacle too. It was the only fitting way to end Kid, and Kaito rather thought his father would have approved. Start with a show, end with a show, leave them wondering for years if it was real or not. Save the mystery but make the show’s end clear on a high note.
The 200th heist had not been a high note.
The injuries from his crash had long healed and he’d rehabilitated almost back to where he was before. Not quite all the way, he’d never have quite the same amount of strength in his arm or a leg free of twinges, but aches and pains were par for the course really; he’d abused his body enough over the years that he had no illusions about the hell old age would be one day. His hands had their dexterity, his body was as flexible at thirty-five as it had been at twenty-five because he’d never let it deteriorate (and hadn’t that been a hell of a thing to get back when he could move fully again. Aging hips did not like doing splits anymore.)
This would be it. One last flash-bang for the road to leave them dazzled and seal Kid into urban mythos forever. Kaito’s fingers fiddled with a long line of fuses. He’d always known he’d be glad to retire, but he’d thought he’d feel more reluctance to part from the adrenaline rush and show-high that Kid’s spotlight gave him. But what was waiting for him—another shot at Aoko’s friendship, days not filled with frantic research and information networks, time spent relaxing with his son, future dates with Saguru to spring upon the detective to add spontaneity to his life... God, he wished he’d had a chance to retire sooner.
The fuses clipped into place. He’d light them with a remote button to get the timing just right. Two hundred fireworks for two hundred heists. Tokyo would get a little mid-winter show.
He donned Kid’s hat and monocle before sliding on the gloves. It was an old suit, well mended and not as white as it had once been because some stains never came out no matter how hard he tried, but no one was going to notice that. There was a tremor of nerves running through him that he hadn’t felt in a while but if it was because last time he wore Kid’s suit he’d almost died or because he was dreadfully out of practice at pulling on Kid’s mask, he wasn’t sure. (The former, who was he kidding, or course it was the former.) Mask on, a grinning jester’s face that invited mischief. Check the mic on him, a crackle of soft static in his earpiece, the hidden speakers around his stage silent for a bit longer. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Kid strode to his starting point; enter, stage left.
There had been a note, there’d had to be a note with the copycats that popped up in the last six months, just a time and a place. No riddle, no games. The police had been through their ranks enough that it felt safe to do. That didn’t stop the instinctual part of his brain from a tiny moment of panic as he appeared in the spotlight. That was Kaito though.
Kid felt the weight of eyes on him and grinned wider. His breath fogged the winter air as dozens upon dozens of faces lifted to see him perched on the clock tower. He’d chosen here because it meant something. Because he’d met Aoko here, and saved this tower with a heist, and now he’d end Kid here.
“Ladies and Gentlemen and Officers of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department!” Kid said, voice echoing from his hidden speakers around the open space. He paused to let them yell and shriek his name because his fans knew the real deal when they saw it. “It seems,” he continued, the crowd quieting to listen obediently, “that there have been some rumors of my death over the last few months. Clearly false, as you can see. Despite others’ best efforts, Kid has lived on. Unfortunately,” Kid said with heavy dramatics, “it is time for Kid’s final curtain call.” There was a veritable wave of whispers, a fog of unease rippling through his eager crowd. “All good shows come to an end,” he said gently. Out in the crowd, the police were moving for him. A helicopter was nearby and there was a moment of déjà vu, standing here with a gem in his hand and Kudo staring down the barrel of a gun in his direction. Kudo didn’t have a gun aimed at him tonight, though. “I leave you, beloved audience, dear critics, with one final show, a last finale. No theft tonight, only goodbyes.”
This was where he was most vulnerable, three steps out and up into what appeared to be open air. No shots came. Kaito internally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you for seeing me through the years,” Kid—Kaito—said to the people before him. “I hope that if you think of me, you’ll believe that there is magic in the world.”
A press of the button, police swarming the clock tower, Kid tipping forward into an explosion of doves and mirrored confetti. Above, fireworks exploded into bright, colorful lights, and Kid’s uniform fluttered down to the ground in a heap, empty but for a single calling card with an apology for not returning Pandora.
The final firework exploded in the shape of Kid’s caricature. From his hiding place, Kaito listened to the police climbing through the clock tower and the chaos in the crowd below. Little by little, he pulled Kid’s mask away and let it drop somewhere in his mind. It would be easy to find again if he wanted to, but Kaito didn’t plan on pulling it back out again.
He laughed silently to himself. So. It was over. For real this time. He could live without Kid. It was about damn time.
Later, much later, after the police cleared out and the scent of gunpowder from the fireworks cleared away, Kaito crawled out of his hiding spot and into the clock engine room. He wasn’t terribly surprised that Saguru was there waiting for him, sitting below the mass of gears and workings like he had been there for some time and would comfortably have sat there longer. It was cold as heck even in the engine room.
“You didn’t have to wait,” Kaito said, jumping down to his side.
Saguru caught one of Kaito’s hands, warmed it between his own. “I wanted to be here for you after. How do you feel?”
“Hmm.” Kaito prodded the emotions from the last few hours. “Lighter. I feel like I really could fly if I wanted to.”
“Let’s not test that,” Saguru said, dry humor appreciated. Kaito pulled him to his feet and Saguru came, slowly. They were both getting old, so old, all aches and pains and all the bullshit that came with every year past thirty and living life a bit too harshly.
“You don’t think I could do it?” Kaito teased. He let Saguru balance on him until he had his cane settled.
“Kaito, if anyone could manage to learn to fly, I would believe you could,” Saguru said.
“I’ll pencil in a flight attempt.”
“So long as you come out of it intact.”
“Of course. Naturally I’ll take precautions.”
Saguru shook his head, but he was smiling so that was a win for Kaito.
“It’s really over,” Kaito said, looking at where their hands were clasped together, the scars on his hands somehow all the more noticeable next to Saguru’s.
“Yes.”
Kaito let that sink through him again. It still felt good. He’d need to tell himself that every now and again until eventually he’d believe it inside and out. He tugged Saguru toward the stairs. “I am going to need a lot of new hobbies.”
“The ones from the last few months aren’t enough?”
“You can never have too many hobbies,” Kaito said, only half-joking.
“Maybe we should do a hobby together,” Saguru said.
Kaito grinned to himself. Yeah, he was definitely in love with this man. “Knitting?”
“Not exactly what I was thinking, but...”
“Hmm, playing Go? Birdwatching? Or maybe gardening—but not really the best considering we live in apartments.”
“There’s plenty of time to try things until we find something we both like.”
Which meant Saguru definitely would be sticking around long term. Which meant he saw them together in the future. Which still filled Kaito with a quiet kind of joy he didn’t have words for whenever Saguru did or said something that emphasized it.
Kaito linked his arm with Saguru’s. “All the time in the world.”
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sorceressmidnight · 7 years
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Midnight Sorceress
Chapter: 7/? [1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - ?]
Chapter 7: Good Guy Tony
Words: 1443
Warnings: Some cursing, bruises, hospitalization, broken bones
Primarily following the events of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, it revolves around an original character.
Description as posted on ao3:  A member of SHIELD is forced to struggle with her mental stability and keeping her secret as the craziness surrounding the Avengers crashes around her. She ends up befriending Tony and Pepper, who help out her mental health a great deal, but will they be able to help her with her secret? Something that could destroy her if she uses it too much… What will happen when Tony tries to convince her to use it to help the Avengers?
Read on ao3: here
Tags: @txnystarkimagines @h0bsyrup
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This chapter happens during Age of Ultron and somewhat after.
Tony plopped down on the bed, kicking his shoes off and letting them plop to the floor. It was the room that Clint and Laura was letting him stay in until they left to finish the fight that had been started. He heard the door open and turned his head to see Kiana walking into the room with him, closing the door behind herself. She pulled her shoes off, grabbing the ones he let fall to the floor and setting both pairs next to the door. He sat up and looked at her as she sat down at the edge of the bed. “Hey,” she smiled softly. “Hey…” he offered a half smile, “Ugh… I seriously can’t believe this.” He groaned as he plopped back against the bed, covering his face with his arm. “We’re stuck here… while he’s out there… he’s out there doing who knows what!” She crawled up further on the bed, leaning on her elbows while lying next to him. “We all need to allow ourselves a second to breathe. If we rush out there right now, who knows what’ll happen.” “We don’t have a second to breathe! This is worse than New York! He can access anything on the internet! It’s not just a bunch of enemies shooting at us and breaking buildings! I... “ He buried his face into his hands, slightly pulling at the ends of his hair. She gently grabbed his hands and pulled them off of his face, staring down at him and giving a soft smile. “We’ll figure this out together. We’re like a family. We have each other’s back.” He looked up at her as she spoke, eyes widening as he looked over her neck, a large bruise there around where Ultron had grabbed her by the throat. He reached his hand to gently touch the bruise, eyes watering as his lips parted, struggling to find the words he wanted to say. He pulled her against his chest, holding her tightly and resting his head against the top of hers. “This is my fault… I… I got you hurt… This… This would have never happened if I didn’t insist on bringing you out to fight… Pepper was right. I should have let you go with her when she left…” “Tony…” “I’m so stupid… I have to stop him…” he was brought out of his daze by the sharp feeling of nails pinching his cheeks, a stern look from the female he was holding. “Tony. You didn’t know what was going to happen. I’m sure that girl used her powers to make you see something she wanted you to. She fed on your paranoia. People make mistakes Tony… the best thing we can do is work to fix them as best as we can and I’ll be with you the entire time. ‘Kay?” She smiled brightly at him, gentle blue eyes filled with hope meeting harsh brown eyes holding a mixture of anger, self hatred, and sorrow. He gently cupped his hand over her cheek, pulling her face down before pressing his lips against hers. Her eyes widened, a red flushing over her cheeks before swiftly pulling back and staring down at him with widened eyes. “T-Tony… I know you’re upset… but what about Pep?” He sighed, covering his face with his hands. “I know… I’m sorry. I… dunno. I’m just so confused. I’ve never felt like this before…” He groaned. “Well… why don’t you talk about it? What are you confused about?” Her expression changed as she talked, slightly worried about him. “I… It’s just… I think... I like both you and Pepper? I don’t know… You’ve both been there for me in different ways… I’ve never been more comfortable than when you both have been living with me… Yet I’m still extremely worried… I’m terrified of anything happening to either of you.” She couldn’t help but laugh, resting head against his chest as she tried to stop herself. His brows furrowed, pouting slightly and poking her cheek. “I’m having a moment, what the heck is so funny?” his tone was offended, but his expression showed he was joking. “You don’t remember, do you?” she laughed, looking up at him. “Just continue or let me finish being emotional for the first time in my life,” he jokingly mocked, knowing she knew that was definitely not true. “You were joking a while ago, when you were flirting with me,” she rolled her eyes with a giggle, “you made a comment about convincing Pepper to be poly. I dunno how she’ll even feel about the idea, but we can talk it over when things calm down a little. She’s a lot more understanding than a lot of people I know. I mean being polyamorous isn’t even that unusual. There are a lot of people who are in poly relationships. We’ll work on that later, though. Right now we have to focus on saving the world, mmkay?” He gave a soft smile in response, kissing her cheek and nodding before letting his head fall back on the pillow.
Tony ran into the hospital room, barely having time to breathe after landing. He frantically looked through the numbered rooms, almost missing it before sliding around and making his way into the room. “Oh, hey Tony…” Kiana weakly murmured from the hospital bed, bandages around her head, covering her eye. There were bandages on her arms as well, while the rest of her was covered with the sheet. “What did the doctor say?” he asked so fast, he forgot to breathe until he managed to get it out, taking a deep breath afterwards. “I should’ve stopped you from coming… I… I should’ve taken better precautionary actions to make sure it didn’t happen…” he murmured to himself. “Hey… It’s not that bad. I just need to take it easy for a while and let my body heal up. He said I should avoid using my powers for up to a month and up to a year or two before I can use my powers at their full potential again. It just means I’ll have to get used to cooking with my own two hands again,” she laughed softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll hire you a personal chef. I want you doing as little as possible until you’re completely better.” He leaned down, hugging her as he rested his head on her shoulder. “What other problems did the doctor say?” “A couple of broken ribs, some other broken bones…” she winced softly, rubbing her head. “C-can you call the nurse? S-sorry… I’ve been having trouble thinking due to the pain... “ “Yeah, of course. Anything you need, just let me know.” He walked out the door to find a nurse.
Tony visited Kiana every single day she was still in the hospital, making arrangements at the tower to make it easier for her to get around while still healing up. It was between five to six months before she returned to the tower. The two were sitting on the couch, her surrounded with lots of pillows, as he brought up some clips off of the internet. “This kid has been acting like a vigilante. His whole scheme is like spider boy or something.” “Super human abilities or just?” “It seems like it, just watch,” he responded, starting the video as it showed someone dressed up in red and blue running around and stopping minor criminals. They watched some more videos, most of them being news clips, but some being random recording from people on the street watching the incident happen in front of them. “Lemme guess,” she pursed her lips as the last video was stopped, “you want to recruit him for the Avengers?” “No. I mean he seems like he would be a useful ally, but I don’t think I’d want to drag him into this. I already know who he is, so I can go visit him when I need to, but I want to try to avoid that for now.” “Oh yeah? Is he a teen?” “Good guess. I don’t want to drag him down into this lifestyle if I can avoid it… but… if need be I will go recruit him.” “Good guy Tony trying to let Spider boy live his life as normally as he can.” “Shut up,” he laughed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her head against his own shoulder. “Anyway, I got some of your favorite movies and food is on the way.” “Good. Pizza?” “Yeah and some other stuff. Might be a few ding dongs.” “Ding dong,” she giggled and pressed his nose, looking at the television as a movie started.
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delsolation · 7 years
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High and Low
ok so I suck when it comes to updating regularly. But here’s this. 
Icarus is an original character and if there is any similarity to another character or show or whatever then it’s completely coincidental. 
Word count is 1,837. I can’t give a brief summary until the second part is uploaded. 
Feathers dark as night settling by feet slipping up on them. Feet that pushed away, hitting the bottom of the cage in a soft panic. Too dark to see, too hard to tell what it was. Too confused, too much.
Feathers littered the cage. Something stirred inside, too little light to see. Too dark, too cold. Too much, too much.
Feathers falling through the openings of the cage, soft plumes drifting down to meet the stone floor. He almost forgot he was above the ground, his metal home hoisted up for the sake of forgetting what it was like for his bare feet to have something solid beneath them. Something more than just his cage.
The figure that stood below him hadn't moved an inch, it was amused by his struggle. A silhouette, a ghost. Perhaps someone to haunt him while he's trapped inside.
“Fly too close again, Icarus?” The silhouette questioned, a hint of a joke slipping into their tone. “Lost your wings? Don’t you get sick of it? Why won’t you listen to Father’s rules? I fix them again and again... I’m running out of wax.”
The panic forcing him to move ceased, he was planted where he stood. There was nothing he could do to attempt to flee, the bars too close for him to squeeze between -- God, has he tried before. He stayed silent, not wanting to humor the apparition, though he knew this one was not fake. A single step closer to the cage, their heel clicking on the tiled floor beneath them, stealing away the silence Icarus grew so close to.
“This time wasn’t me,” His voice was soft, catching him slightly by surprise. He never spoke against the thing, not when it came to him. He would never let it get the best of him whenever it chose to torment him. “You did this. You took them.”
“It speaks! If it weren’t for your heavy breaths, I would have assumed you and I had permanently parted ways. This is an honest surprise, I’m almost impressed. You used to love talking to me, Icarus. What happened between us to change that? It’s true I took your wings, but not your tongue. Would you like me to work the knots in your back like I used to? You know the way it gets when you use your wings too often. Don't you want that? I could get you out of here, though you would have a tighter collar and shorter leash. Do you want your freedom?” The question forced the words dancing on his tongue to cease, halting their waltz. How could they offer his freedom? Something he had sought after for so long, for nearly having in his grasp before his wings faltered, and he came crashing down. He had half a mind to lunge at the opportunity, but with them, he was never sure how honest their words were. He never knew what to expect from them. They had to be lying, just as they were before he was brought here. Clipped his wings and left him in the cage. That’s what they did, lied until he believed them. There was some truth in their words, but finding it was never an easy nor simple task for him. He refused to be taken for a fool this time. Icarus knew the game they played, knew every play in the book. They wouldn’t tempt him again.
“I’m not falling for that. If you could just bring Father--”
“For you to what, Icarus? You’ve fallen time and time again, with only Father to thank for it. He’s given you a cursed name, a cursed body. You want to beg for redemption? As if you have the ability to stay where you were never meant to be. You were his favorite, his only, but now times have changed. Icarus, you were created to ensure his safety. Instead you’re in the clouds, but too weak to stay in their soft embrace. You fall, too intoxicated with the heat of Sol’s rays to realize your wings have given out. People see you, and you were never meant to be seen. All you are is a failed science experiment, punishment for Father playing God.” Only a moment in their verbal attack did they seem sympathetic. The end to it sounding sincere, as if they cared for him. Their words weren’t meant to bite into him, but give him strength. Unfortunately, he hadn’t interpreted that as it possibly should have been.
“He would understand. He would know what to do, would let me out. My place isn’t in this cage, it’s out with him. With you. Why are you both so sure of yourselves? Sure of what I need to become?” Icarus found his voice, found the syllables needed to form his own attack against them. “Did either of you think I wanted this? To be locked away and only set free when it was convenient? Don’t you see I’m more than an experiment, more than a toy? I’m a living creature! One that deserves respect where it’s due, and to be treated fairly!” The anger in his voice, the amount of desperation it was covered in, the way he began to pace within his cage that it swayed with him with each step, none of it was anticipated. He stood still during these lectures, took their words as they came and never so much as met their eyes. But now his prison shook with an aggression he never knew he had, something buried within himself he barely scraped the surface of. Neither of them were ready for his words. It was an attack against the person that was so generous in visiting him, though their presence brought nothing but torment.
“Is that truly what you think, Icarus? That you live and breathe like those you see below you? That you are on the level they are? ‘Treated fairly, shown respect’?” They were mocking his tone, seeing it as a joke and pulling the seriousness away by the roots. “You aren’t worth such a feat. Not when you can barely keep yourself in the air.” They spat poison, infecting his image he thought so highly of. It came and fell as quickly as Icarus spoke of it, the death came with no surprise. No shock nor awe as it fell as he had before.
The silhouette turned from him, their face just barely caught in the light. Their expression gave it all away, the shame they felt in him. The disappointment, he couldn’t expect anything different from them. He knew there was nothing to be done about it, the door was already closing behind them before he could say another word against them. Anything extra would lead to a longer sentence in the cage. 
Silence covered the room, becoming a veil to mask it all. Nothing to be heard, nothing to be said. What was said was done, what they would say to Father brought nothing but worry to him. Nothing but fear. Meeting with Father, if he could stomach being in this room with him again. The simple possibility, the single percentage of it happening, was enough to make him shake. Father walked like a reaper, someone grim who would bring nothing more than misery and pain. If the two were to meet, he would carry himself with the sheer force of a hurricane. A man without mercy, a man he calls Father. Someone he relies on for protection, one to return his wings when he’s locked in a cage. They claimed to hold him down, clip his wings. He had to rely on the meager possibility that Father would be in a forgiving mood. Or, perhaps, they were lying to him. They had before, it’s more than possible for them to do it once more.
He sank in the cage, forcing it to lean to one side as his head rested against one of the metal bars. Seconds were hours now, minutes to months. Whether he slept or not was a mystery, one he didn’t care enough to figure out. Too much confusion, too much.
Too much, too much. Too cold, to scared. Too worried about the future, about Father and what he may say. The consequences of his actions from before, the chance for him to be free again. To stretch his wings, feel the sun on his back. The wind in his hair, the way it would tug at his shirt. Even the memory seemed to ease his mind, ease the worry it held. He had to be free, he needed to be free.
The weight of his wings kept him too close to the ground, but they never gave him the chance to fly. They never let him stretch out, never set him free. He used to let himself believe that while he was on a leash, he was loose. While he was flat on the floor, he was free. Not now, not anymore. Now it would change, these moments spent in a cage would cease. This wrongful discipline, if it could even be called that, would come to an end. 
He had to do something, had to find a way to break free. Words would no longer be a bargaining chip for him, the promise to do better was no longer appealing to unsatisfied ears. There was no going back if he chose to take a step in this direction, to step away from what he knew and to be outside without his leash pulling him back. With the absence of his collar threatening to choke him if he wandered too far from everyone else.
All he had to do was jump, right?
Icarus shifted in the cage, swayed side to side to make it swing on the chain it was suspended by. A link would give, it had to. They would never expect him to make such a move, to push this far. He was right, by some miracle he knew it would. The quick snap of the chain and he was sent to the ground in a massive clang! he knew his ears would ring for the next hour. The fall left a dent in the bars, a gap barely wide enough to get himself through with only a few feathers missing.
Was it really that simple? Was getting out supposed to be this easy? Was all of this a test? He didn’t care enough to find out, not with the possibility of Father coming in at any moment he chose to. There was no chance here, no time to choose. Fight or flight, in a literal sense.
Flight, it was always going to be flight. The morning sun was coming in through the skylights, he wouldn’t have cover much longer. The sun wouldn’t be on his side anymore. He pushed himself up, wings spreading and forcing themselves down to send him rocketing upward, then wrapped around him to protect against what was yet to come.
Freedom. There you are.
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scottmapess · 4 years
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Why Is BITCOIN Following the Stock Market!? The Truth Is..
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Hello Folk. What is going on with the viewers of the two? My name is Tyler and I think you should know me by now because we just surpassed 100 case ups on this, too. I want to thank each and every one of you for your continued support. Even if it sometimes feels like we are isolated on our own little island. Joe puts on the brakes, but the result of October’s hit. We know why they keep up the. The U.S. does not get the slier the shit. Well, you know, our Hucknall Snow very thin. It’s time for Chieko crypto. While, my friends, the correlation between songs and crypto is beginning to move in such a sweet tandem when the two are trading together, as in the stock market and the crypto markets are open at the same time. The stock market leads crypto on where it will go up, down or sideways. But when the stock markets close at 4:00 p.m. on weekdays and for the weekend, the crypto market is a leading indicator of where things are going. If there is a fat down during the night or even over the weekend, usually the stock market opens with a dump. So if you don’t know what is going on, we have traders, large whales who are playing both sides of the markets, which is obvious when you look at a well-known whale and what he is saying in the space. Two days ago, Mike Novogratz of Galaxie Digital was on Bloomberg business and he said he was short on stocks and credit and long on Bitcoin. Let’s listen in. How is your macro book positioned right now? You know, I got short Friday for the first time in a while, both stocks and credit kind of selling into the Fed’s last big, big bazooka of buying high yield. But, you know, it’s not a structural position. It’s a tactical position on trade. Trade short for a while. But it was the first time I’ve really net been big, big, big shorts, you know, since the lows. I also you know, I still am long gold on one bitcoin. We are seeing a monetization of debt as we have never seen in our lifetimes. And it’s not just here in the US, right, with the Fed buying everything. It’s a global monetization. And to me, in the long run, that has to make hard assets look better. Gold is certainly without performing. You know, Bitcoin’s an interesting story. This is the time for Bitcoin. It got wiped out. And hang on a second. I’ve heard that before. I’ve heard I’ve heard. This is the time for bitcoin before. Why is this the time why if we if central banks around the world are embarking on a monetary debasement that dwarfs quantitative easing, why is Bitcoin at 60 700 and not at twenty-five thousand? You know what laws? Did you get to still remember? It’s an 11-year-old experiment and it’s only in the last year where it really has become a macro weapon, an investment choice. And I’m seeing liberty in the last month, hedge funds and high net worth individuals who had never bought it before who are buying it. So it’s no longer a question of explaining to me how does it work? What do you what does this mean? It’s like, okay, I’m going to take a risk. Listen, the risk on any store of value, if it’s gold. Is that enough? People believe in it. And so it’s still a question of adoption. I’m just seeing more adoption here in the U.S. and in Europe than I have Laoghaire since I started this. Why is it down with Asian retail is still a big part of this. The Chinese economy is getting hit. There’s a lot of leverage in the system in the Asian retail side of crypto. And so there are still sellers coming out of Asia. You know, the China U.S. relation and the China European relationships are going to be relooked at in lots of ways as the dust settles on this thing. And so I think the heaviness that we see even overnight. Bitcoin is down 500 points, is mostly coming to Asia. And so it’s something we’re looking into. But the positive side is I literally see new players coming in every day. And, you know, we have the having coming up. Bitcoin is an instrument with no inflation or with very little inflation. And the inflation rate is getting cut in half. Right. As the Fed is, they will print as many dollars as you can one. So, Mikey, boy, you say it’s 100%. Yes. He’s playing both sides of the market, although he is short on finance, one point zero and long and hard assets like golden bitcoin. Because this is Bitcoin’s time to shine, the Bloomberg host asks. And why is the price going down? And my answer is Asia. And China is the reason. Leverage is the reason. And let’s replay this clip at the end. And so I think the heaviness that we see even overnight rate Bitcoin is down 500 points, is mostly coming at Asia. And so it’s something we’re looking into. He says Bitcoin’s downward pressure is coming mostly out of Asia. And there is something we’re looking into. Who the Frick is Frick and where is it his Galaxie digital or does this go deeper? Well, you know, Chieko, we think it goes a bit deeper than that. And figuring this out might just tell us where the markets will be headed in the future. So we know Mike Novogratz is the head of Galaxie Digital who consider themselves as sort of a crypto merchant bank providing institutional services like crypto asset management, principal investments, crypto asset trading. And advisory services. That is Mike’s Krypto Company, but he doesn’t come from the BTC world just like most of the prominent whales to this day. They come from finance one point zero worlds. Mike Novo is originally a part of the Fortress Investment Group who was listed on the New York Stock Exchange. There is Mikey during their IPO 13 years ago in 2007, when they were the first hedge fund and private equity company go public within the United States and one of the most disappointing IPO ever opened high back in 0 7. At 37 buckaroos over double the IPO price, which was 16, but it crashed harder than a buying ance IPO. And in twenty seventeen, the Japanese conglomerate Softbank purchased fortunes for $3.3 billion and took it private again. Literally one of the worst IPO is ever. As public investors got absolutely wrecked. While the founders got massive paydays when an IPO launch one at a time for sale. But what happened with Mike and Fortune is, well, according to this fall of Fortress. Article Fortress as was exploded in public view in 2015 when Michael Novogratz, one of the firm’s principals and an industry luminary who had joined from Goldman Sachs, retired after shutting down his drawbridge macro fund following wrongheaded bets on everything from Brazil to China. And this Wall Street Journal article tells us more. Michael Novogratz, one of Wall Street’s most famous investors, recently decided to leave Fortress Investment Group LP and Close’s macro hedge fund after it lost about a hundred million over the past two months from investments in Brazil. According to people familiar with the matter and to top that, earlier in the year, the fund lost one hundred and fifty million in a single day from wagers placed by a different Fortius trader against the Swiss franc who was under Michael’s control. And the latest losses left the fund down seventeen point five percent for the year through September, according to a regulatory filing. So, Mike, he messed up big time and lost that fund. A ton of money which hit public investors the hardest. But Mike made out like a bandit. According to this article, Fortress would buy back a stake in the firm for about two hundred fifty-five point six million. What did Mike do with that money? He went on to form Galaxy Digital and I wonder how that performed. Well, Mike’s firm got absolutely wrecked in twenty eighteen, posting over a two hundred and seventy-two million dollar loss for twenty eighteen. And in twenty nineteen when we experience another bull run to 14K, Mike still lost money. A net loss of thirty-three million for twenty nineteen. And what has recently hit the firm. Well with the poor performance due to the terrible bets and trades Mike and Galaxie announced in February, they would be laying off fifteen percent of their workforce even before the madness swept this world. But more pain just eleven days ago. Joshua Lim, their head of trading strategy, announced he would be leaving the firm to explore new opportunities. Losing streak after losing streak after losing streak. Don’t you want to win, Mike? So when we see Mike is getting mad about Bitcoin going down, when it should be going up and they will look into it, I know exactly what he means. What is the fuel of the crypto markets right now? Well, if you go to coin geko and look at coins ranked by volume, Teather is the number one most traded crypto asset based on volume alone, averaging nearly twenty-five percent more daily volume than bitcoin, even though its market cap is ninety-five percent smaller. Does that make sense? No. So unless you’re wearing a blindfold while looking at crypto data on. You know, Teather controls the market, but my key plays coy. Just a year ago in April twenty nineteen, he tweeted Galaxie has zero exposure to bitfinex or Teather. My own sense is that they are less integral to the crypto community than they once were. That said, it’s not a positive thing that has happened. The herd won’t come until we operate with transparency and professionalism. Bull crap, Mike. You know how integral they are to the crypto community as you were a customer of theirs. As the New York A.G. has documentation that says you’re Galaxie Digital was or was in the process of becoming a customer. So what about operating with transparency and professionalism, lying about your exposure and getting caught with your pants down by the New York A.G. isn’t what you preach. So you preach that the traditional markets are going down. Yet you’re along on Bitcoin. Are you telling the truth about that? Well, who is Mike involved with besides the dark side of U.S.D.A.? None other than the institutional scumbags of the space that Galaxy did. It All was a series, an investor in the one hundred and eighty-two million dollar plus round, which includes the likes of Microsoft. Then, just a year after that investment galaxy becomes a customer of back making the first block trade on the platform. A block trade? What is that? It’s massive. Off the books, private trade made can not move the market. That trade was announced six months ago October 4th. Twenty nineteen while BTC was at an AK. Well, just 20 days later Mike was on CNBC talking about BTC and this totally tells us he put in longs as bitcoin started to drop in through the 7 K range. Let’s listen in. So you look at charts at this point, you figure bitcoin could go back to four. Could I think? I think for Thals, I’m hoping it holds here, but I think it could hold up for six sixty-five hundred would be the next downside to the high. I think you’ve got to get back through like eighty-two hundred first and if it gets back to eighty-two hundred where then back in the kind of eight thousand ten thousand range, it’s going to need new energy to really make the big move. Now some positive things are happening. Right. The New York Stock Exchange is backed, just got set up. There’s a futures exchange. It’s starting to gain some volume. But more importantly, they’ve got a custody solution which is just coming online. That’s going to get approved. Like world-class custody, which allows more and more people to feel comfortable with it. He hopes it doesn’t go down any further, at least to six point five K. And then he shows that disgusting company back, which he needed to as he’s invested in them and most likely had a massive long. He then makes some price predictions. Wow. He was spot on. Does it sound like he has connections to someone in the market? U.S. DP I mean, that is exactly what happened to the price. So in my opinion, with his connections U.S.D.A., he was told about another massive pump. He was told about the dumped. All these insiders share info. But in my opinion, Asia, especially the Chinese exchanges, they are playing their own game. It’s a battle of the manipulators right now. East-West American, European, Chinese, Korean. It doesn’t matter. Who do I want to win? None of them. They all suck. USD tea backed. Western centralized exchanges. Eastern centralized exchanges. Shu any centralized option? I’m putting my bets on the one on the sideline. The Dexia’s which puts the power of crypto where it belongs. Back in your hands. Cheers. I’ll see you next time.
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Why Is BITCOIN Following the Stock Market!? The Truth Is..
VIDEO TRANSCRIPT
Hello Folk. What is going on with the viewers of the two? My name is Tyler and I think you should know me by now because we just surpassed 100 case ups on this, too. I want to thank each and every one of you for your continued support. Even if it sometimes feels like we are isolated on our own little island. Joe puts on the brakes, but the result of October’s hit. We know why they keep up the. The U.S. does not get the slier the shit. Well, you know, our Hucknall Snow very thin. It’s time for Chieko crypto. While, my friends, the correlation between songs and crypto is beginning to move in such a sweet tandem when the two are trading together, as in the stock market and the crypto markets are open at the same time. The stock market leads crypto on where it will go up, down or sideways. But when the stock markets close at 4:00 p.m. on weekdays and for the weekend, the crypto market is a leading indicator of where things are going. If there is a fat down during the night or even over the weekend, usually the stock market opens with a dump. So if you don’t know what is going on, we have traders, large whales who are playing both sides of the markets, which is obvious when you look at a well-known whale and what he is saying in the space. Two days ago, Mike Novogratz of Galaxie Digital was on Bloomberg business and he said he was short on stocks and credit and long on Bitcoin. Let’s listen in. How is your macro book positioned right now? You know, I got short Friday for the first time in a while, both stocks and credit kind of selling into the Fed’s last big, big bazooka of buying high yield. But, you know, it’s not a structural position. It’s a tactical position on trade. Trade short for a while. But it was the first time I’ve really net been big, big, big shorts, you know, since the lows. I also you know, I still am long gold on one bitcoin. We are seeing a monetization of debt as we have never seen in our lifetimes. And it’s not just here in the US, right, with the Fed buying everything. It’s a global monetization. And to me, in the long run, that has to make hard assets look better. Gold is certainly without performing. You know, Bitcoin’s an interesting story. This is the time for Bitcoin. It got wiped out. And hang on a second. I’ve heard that before. I’ve heard I’ve heard. This is the time for bitcoin before. Why is this the time why if we if central banks around the world are embarking on a monetary debasement that dwarfs quantitative easing, why is Bitcoin at 60 700 and not at twenty-five thousand? You know what laws? Did you get to still remember? It’s an 11-year-old experiment and it’s only in the last year where it really has become a macro weapon, an investment choice. And I’m seeing liberty in the last month, hedge funds and high net worth individuals who had never bought it before who are buying it. So it’s no longer a question of explaining to me how does it work? What do you what does this mean? It’s like, okay, I’m going to take a risk. Listen, the risk on any store of value, if it’s gold. Is that enough? People believe in it. And so it’s still a question of adoption. I’m just seeing more adoption here in the U.S. and in Europe than I have Laoghaire since I started this. Why is it down with Asian retail is still a big part of this. The Chinese economy is getting hit. There’s a lot of leverage in the system in the Asian retail side of crypto. And so there are still sellers coming out of Asia. You know, the China U.S. relation and the China European relationships are going to be relooked at in lots of ways as the dust settles on this thing. And so I think the heaviness that we see even overnight. Bitcoin is down 500 points, is mostly coming to Asia. And so it’s something we’re looking into. But the positive side is I literally see new players coming in every day. And, you know, we have the having coming up. Bitcoin is an instrument with no inflation or with very little inflation. And the inflation rate is getting cut in half. Right. As the Fed is, they will print as many dollars as you can one. So, Mikey, boy, you say it’s 100%. Yes. He’s playing both sides of the market, although he is short on finance, one point zero and long and hard assets like golden bitcoin. Because this is Bitcoin’s time to shine, the Bloomberg host asks. And why is the price going down? And my answer is Asia. And China is the reason. Leverage is the reason. And let’s replay this clip at the end. And so I think the heaviness that we see even overnight rate Bitcoin is down 500 points, is mostly coming at Asia. And so it’s something we’re looking into. He says Bitcoin’s downward pressure is coming mostly out of Asia. And there is something we’re looking into. Who the Frick is Frick and where is it his Galaxie digital or does this go deeper? Well, you know, Chieko, we think it goes a bit deeper than that. And figuring this out might just tell us where the markets will be headed in the future. So we know Mike Novogratz is the head of Galaxie Digital who consider themselves as sort of a crypto merchant bank providing institutional services like crypto asset management, principal investments, crypto asset trading. And advisory services. That is Mike’s Krypto Company, but he doesn’t come from the BTC world just like most of the prominent whales to this day. They come from finance one point zero worlds. Mike Novo is originally a part of the Fortress Investment Group who was listed on the New York Stock Exchange. There is Mikey during their IPO 13 years ago in 2007, when they were the first hedge fund and private equity company go public within the United States and one of the most disappointing IPO ever opened high back in 0 7. At 37 buckaroos over double the IPO price, which was 16, but it crashed harder than a buying ance IPO. And in twenty seventeen, the Japanese conglomerate Softbank purchased fortunes for $3.3 billion and took it private again. Literally one of the worst IPO is ever. As public investors got absolutely wrecked. While the founders got massive paydays when an IPO launch one at a time for sale. But what happened with Mike and Fortune is, well, according to this fall of Fortress. Article Fortress as was exploded in public view in 2015 when Michael Novogratz, one of the firm’s principals and an industry luminary who had joined from Goldman Sachs, retired after shutting down his drawbridge macro fund following wrongheaded bets on everything from Brazil to China. And this Wall Street Journal article tells us more. Michael Novogratz, one of Wall Street’s most famous investors, recently decided to leave Fortress Investment Group LP and Close’s macro hedge fund after it lost about a hundred million over the past two months from investments in Brazil. According to people familiar with the matter and to top that, earlier in the year, the fund lost one hundred and fifty million in a single day from wagers placed by a different Fortius trader against the Swiss franc who was under Michael’s control. And the latest losses left the fund down seventeen point five percent for the year through September, according to a regulatory filing. So, Mike, he messed up big time and lost that fund. A ton of money which hit public investors the hardest. But Mike made out like a bandit. According to this article, Fortress would buy back a stake in the firm for about two hundred fifty-five point six million. What did Mike do with that money? He went on to form Galaxy Digital and I wonder how that performed. Well, Mike’s firm got absolutely wrecked in twenty eighteen, posting over a two hundred and seventy-two million dollar loss for twenty eighteen. And in twenty nineteen when we experience another bull run to 14K, Mike still lost money. A net loss of thirty-three million for twenty nineteen. And what has recently hit the firm. Well with the poor performance due to the terrible bets and trades Mike and Galaxie announced in February, they would be laying off fifteen percent of their workforce even before the madness swept this world. But more pain just eleven days ago. Joshua Lim, their head of trading strategy, announced he would be leaving the firm to explore new opportunities. Losing streak after losing streak after losing streak. Don’t you want to win, Mike? So when we see Mike is getting mad about Bitcoin going down, when it should be going up and they will look into it, I know exactly what he means. What is the fuel of the crypto markets right now? Well, if you go to coin geko and look at coins ranked by volume, Teather is the number one most traded crypto asset based on volume alone, averaging nearly twenty-five percent more daily volume than bitcoin, even though its market cap is ninety-five percent smaller. Does that make sense? No. So unless you’re wearing a blindfold while looking at crypto data on. You know, Teather controls the market, but my key plays coy. Just a year ago in April twenty nineteen, he tweeted Galaxie has zero exposure to bitfinex or Teather. My own sense is that they are less integral to the crypto community than they once were. That said, it’s not a positive thing that has happened. The herd won’t come until we operate with transparency and professionalism. Bull crap, Mike. You know how integral they are to the crypto community as you were a customer of theirs. As the New York A.G. has documentation that says you’re Galaxie Digital was or was in the process of becoming a customer. So what about operating with transparency and professionalism, lying about your exposure and getting caught with your pants down by the New York A.G. isn’t what you preach. So you preach that the traditional markets are going down. Yet you’re along on Bitcoin. Are you telling the truth about that? Well, who is Mike involved with besides the dark side of U.S.D.A.? None other than the institutional scumbags of the space that Galaxy did. It All was a series, an investor in the one hundred and eighty-two million dollar plus round, which includes the likes of Microsoft. Then, just a year after that investment galaxy becomes a customer of back making the first block trade on the platform. A block trade? What is that? It’s massive. Off the books, private trade made can not move the market. That trade was announced six months ago October 4th. Twenty nineteen while BTC was at an AK. Well, just 20 days later Mike was on CNBC talking about BTC and this totally tells us he put in longs as bitcoin started to drop in through the 7 K range. Let’s listen in. So you look at charts at this point, you figure bitcoin could go back to four. Could I think? I think for Thals, I’m hoping it holds here, but I think it could hold up for six sixty-five hundred would be the next downside to the high. I think you’ve got to get back through like eighty-two hundred first and if it gets back to eighty-two hundred where then back in the kind of eight thousand ten thousand range, it’s going to need new energy to really make the big move. Now some positive things are happening. Right. The New York Stock Exchange is backed, just got set up. There’s a futures exchange. It’s starting to gain some volume. But more importantly, they’ve got a custody solution which is just coming online. That’s going to get approved. Like world-class custody, which allows more and more people to feel comfortable with it. He hopes it doesn’t go down any further, at least to six point five K. And then he shows that disgusting company back, which he needed to as he’s invested in them and most likely had a massive long. He then makes some price predictions. Wow. He was spot on. Does it sound like he has connections to someone in the market? U.S. DP I mean, that is exactly what happened to the price. So in my opinion, with his connections U.S.D.A., he was told about another massive pump. He was told about the dumped. All these insiders share info. But in my opinion, Asia, especially the Chinese exchanges, they are playing their own game. It’s a battle of the manipulators right now. East-West American, European, Chinese, Korean. It doesn’t matter. Who do I want to win? None of them. They all suck. USD tea backed. Western centralized exchanges. Eastern centralized exchanges. Shu any centralized option? I’m putting my bets on the one on the sideline. The Dexia’s which puts the power of crypto where it belongs. Back in your hands. Cheers. I’ll see you next time.
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Why Is BITCOIN Following the Stock Market!? The Truth Is..
VIDEO TRANSCRIPT
Hello Folk. What is going on with the viewers of the two? My name is Tyler and I think you should know me by now because we just surpassed 100 case ups on this, too. I want to thank each and every one of you for your continued support. Even if it sometimes feels like we are isolated on our own little island. Joe puts on the brakes, but the result of October’s hit. We know why they keep up the. The U.S. does not get the slier the shit. Well, you know, our Hucknall Snow very thin. It’s time for Chieko crypto. While, my friends, the correlation between songs and crypto is beginning to move in such a sweet tandem when the two are trading together, as in the stock market and the crypto markets are open at the same time. The stock market leads crypto on where it will go up, down or sideways. But when the stock markets close at 4:00 p.m. on weekdays and for the weekend, the crypto market is a leading indicator of where things are going. If there is a fat down during the night or even over the weekend, usually the stock market opens with a dump. So if you don’t know what is going on, we have traders, large whales who are playing both sides of the markets, which is obvious when you look at a well-known whale and what he is saying in the space. Two days ago, Mike Novogratz of Galaxie Digital was on Bloomberg business and he said he was short on stocks and credit and long on Bitcoin. Let’s listen in. How is your macro book positioned right now? You know, I got short Friday for the first time in a while, both stocks and credit kind of selling into the Fed’s last big, big bazooka of buying high yield. But, you know, it’s not a structural position. It’s a tactical position on trade. Trade short for a while. But it was the first time I’ve really net been big, big, big shorts, you know, since the lows. I also you know, I still am long gold on one bitcoin. We are seeing a monetization of debt as we have never seen in our lifetimes. And it’s not just here in the US, right, with the Fed buying everything. It’s a global monetization. And to me, in the long run, that has to make hard assets look better. Gold is certainly without performing. You know, Bitcoin’s an interesting story. This is the time for Bitcoin. It got wiped out. And hang on a second. I’ve heard that before. I’ve heard I’ve heard. This is the time for bitcoin before. Why is this the time why if we if central banks around the world are embarking on a monetary debasement that dwarfs quantitative easing, why is Bitcoin at 60 700 and not at twenty-five thousand? You know what laws? Did you get to still remember? It’s an 11-year-old experiment and it’s only in the last year where it really has become a macro weapon, an investment choice. And I’m seeing liberty in the last month, hedge funds and high net worth individuals who had never bought it before who are buying it. So it’s no longer a question of explaining to me how does it work? What do you what does this mean? It’s like, okay, I’m going to take a risk. Listen, the risk on any store of value, if it’s gold. Is that enough? People believe in it. And so it’s still a question of adoption. I’m just seeing more adoption here in the U.S. and in Europe than I have Laoghaire since I started this. Why is it down with Asian retail is still a big part of this. The Chinese economy is getting hit. There’s a lot of leverage in the system in the Asian retail side of crypto. And so there are still sellers coming out of Asia. You know, the China U.S. relation and the China European relationships are going to be relooked at in lots of ways as the dust settles on this thing. And so I think the heaviness that we see even overnight. Bitcoin is down 500 points, is mostly coming to Asia. And so it’s something we’re looking into. But the positive side is I literally see new players coming in every day. And, you know, we have the having coming up. Bitcoin is an instrument with no inflation or with very little inflation. And the inflation rate is getting cut in half. Right. As the Fed is, they will print as many dollars as you can one. So, Mikey, boy, you say it’s 100%. Yes. He’s playing both sides of the market, although he is short on finance, one point zero and long and hard assets like golden bitcoin. Because this is Bitcoin’s time to shine, the Bloomberg host asks. And why is the price going down? And my answer is Asia. And China is the reason. Leverage is the reason. And let’s replay this clip at the end. And so I think the heaviness that we see even overnight rate Bitcoin is down 500 points, is mostly coming at Asia. And so it’s something we’re looking into. He says Bitcoin’s downward pressure is coming mostly out of Asia. And there is something we’re looking into. Who the Frick is Frick and where is it his Galaxie digital or does this go deeper? Well, you know, Chieko, we think it goes a bit deeper than that. And figuring this out might just tell us where the markets will be headed in the future. So we know Mike Novogratz is the head of Galaxie Digital who consider themselves as sort of a crypto merchant bank providing institutional services like crypto asset management, principal investments, crypto asset trading. And advisory services. That is Mike’s Krypto Company, but he doesn’t come from the BTC world just like most of the prominent whales to this day. They come from finance one point zero worlds. Mike Novo is originally a part of the Fortress Investment Group who was listed on the New York Stock Exchange. There is Mikey during their IPO 13 years ago in 2007, when they were the first hedge fund and private equity company go public within the United States and one of the most disappointing IPO ever opened high back in 0 7. At 37 buckaroos over double the IPO price, which was 16, but it crashed harder than a buying ance IPO. And in twenty seventeen, the Japanese conglomerate Softbank purchased fortunes for $3.3 billion and took it private again. Literally one of the worst IPO is ever. As public investors got absolutely wrecked. While the founders got massive paydays when an IPO launch one at a time for sale. But what happened with Mike and Fortune is, well, according to this fall of Fortress. Article Fortress as was exploded in public view in 2015 when Michael Novogratz, one of the firm’s principals and an industry luminary who had joined from Goldman Sachs, retired after shutting down his drawbridge macro fund following wrongheaded bets on everything from Brazil to China. And this Wall Street Journal article tells us more. Michael Novogratz, one of Wall Street’s most famous investors, recently decided to leave Fortress Investment Group LP and Close’s macro hedge fund after it lost about a hundred million over the past two months from investments in Brazil. According to people familiar with the matter and to top that, earlier in the year, the fund lost one hundred and fifty million in a single day from wagers placed by a different Fortius trader against the Swiss franc who was under Michael’s control. And the latest losses left the fund down seventeen point five percent for the year through September, according to a regulatory filing. So, Mike, he messed up big time and lost that fund. A ton of money which hit public investors the hardest. But Mike made out like a bandit. According to this article, Fortress would buy back a stake in the firm for about two hundred fifty-five point six million. What did Mike do with that money? He went on to form Galaxy Digital and I wonder how that performed. Well, Mike’s firm got absolutely wrecked in twenty eighteen, posting over a two hundred and seventy-two million dollar loss for twenty eighteen. And in twenty nineteen when we experience another bull run to 14K, Mike still lost money. A net loss of thirty-three million for twenty nineteen. And what has recently hit the firm. Well with the poor performance due to the terrible bets and trades Mike and Galaxie announced in February, they would be laying off fifteen percent of their workforce even before the madness swept this world. But more pain just eleven days ago. Joshua Lim, their head of trading strategy, announced he would be leaving the firm to explore new opportunities. Losing streak after losing streak after losing streak. Don’t you want to win, Mike? So when we see Mike is getting mad about Bitcoin going down, when it should be going up and they will look into it, I know exactly what he means. What is the fuel of the crypto markets right now? Well, if you go to coin geko and look at coins ranked by volume, Teather is the number one most traded crypto asset based on volume alone, averaging nearly twenty-five percent more daily volume than bitcoin, even though its market cap is ninety-five percent smaller. Does that make sense? No. So unless you’re wearing a blindfold while looking at crypto data on. You know, Teather controls the market, but my key plays coy. Just a year ago in April twenty nineteen, he tweeted Galaxie has zero exposure to bitfinex or Teather. My own sense is that they are less integral to the crypto community than they once were. That said, it’s not a positive thing that has happened. The herd won’t come until we operate with transparency and professionalism. Bull crap, Mike. You know how integral they are to the crypto community as you were a customer of theirs. As the New York A.G. has documentation that says you’re Galaxie Digital was or was in the process of becoming a customer. So what about operating with transparency and professionalism, lying about your exposure and getting caught with your pants down by the New York A.G. isn’t what you preach. So you preach that the traditional markets are going down. Yet you’re along on Bitcoin. Are you telling the truth about that? Well, who is Mike involved with besides the dark side of U.S.D.A.? None other than the institutional scumbags of the space that Galaxy did. It All was a series, an investor in the one hundred and eighty-two million dollar plus round, which includes the likes of Microsoft. Then, just a year after that investment galaxy becomes a customer of back making the first block trade on the platform. A block trade? What is that? It’s massive. Off the books, private trade made can not move the market. That trade was announced six months ago October 4th. Twenty nineteen while BTC was at an AK. Well, just 20 days later Mike was on CNBC talking about BTC and this totally tells us he put in longs as bitcoin started to drop in through the 7 K range. Let’s listen in. So you look at charts at this point, you figure bitcoin could go back to four. Could I think? I think for Thals, I’m hoping it holds here, but I think it could hold up for six sixty-five hundred would be the next downside to the high. I think you’ve got to get back through like eighty-two hundred first and if it gets back to eighty-two hundred where then back in the kind of eight thousand ten thousand range, it’s going to need new energy to really make the big move. Now some positive things are happening. Right. The New York Stock Exchange is backed, just got set up. There’s a futures exchange. It’s starting to gain some volume. But more importantly, they’ve got a custody solution which is just coming online. That’s going to get approved. Like world-class custody, which allows more and more people to feel comfortable with it. He hopes it doesn’t go down any further, at least to six point five K. And then he shows that disgusting company back, which he needed to as he’s invested in them and most likely had a massive long. He then makes some price predictions. Wow. He was spot on. Does it sound like he has connections to someone in the market? U.S. DP I mean, that is exactly what happened to the price. So in my opinion, with his connections U.S.D.A., he was told about another massive pump. He was told about the dumped. All these insiders share info. But in my opinion, Asia, especially the Chinese exchanges, they are playing their own game. It’s a battle of the manipulators right now. East-West American, European, Chinese, Korean. It doesn’t matter. Who do I want to win? None of them. They all suck. USD tea backed. Western centralized exchanges. Eastern centralized exchanges. Shu any centralized option? I’m putting my bets on the one on the sideline. The Dexia’s which puts the power of crypto where it belongs. Back in your hands. Cheers. I’ll see you next time.
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Why Is BITCOIN Following the Stock Market!? The Truth Is..
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Hello Folk. What is going on with the viewers of the two? My name is Tyler and I think you should know me by now because we just surpassed 100 case ups on this, too. I want to thank each and every one of you for your continued support. Even if it sometimes feels like we are isolated on our own little island. Joe puts on the brakes, but the result of October’s hit. We know why they keep up the. The U.S. does not get the slier the shit. Well, you know, our Hucknall Snow very thin. It’s time for Chieko crypto. While, my friends, the correlation between songs and crypto is beginning to move in such a sweet tandem when the two are trading together, as in the stock market and the crypto markets are open at the same time. The stock market leads crypto on where it will go up, down or sideways. But when the stock markets close at 4:00 p.m. on weekdays and for the weekend, the crypto market is a leading indicator of where things are going. If there is a fat down during the night or even over the weekend, usually the stock market opens with a dump. So if you don’t know what is going on, we have traders, large whales who are playing both sides of the markets, which is obvious when you look at a well-known whale and what he is saying in the space. Two days ago, Mike Novogratz of Galaxie Digital was on Bloomberg business and he said he was short on stocks and credit and long on Bitcoin. Let’s listen in. How is your macro book positioned right now? You know, I got short Friday for the first time in a while, both stocks and credit kind of selling into the Fed’s last big, big bazooka of buying high yield. But, you know, it’s not a structural position. It’s a tactical position on trade. Trade short for a while. But it was the first time I’ve really net been big, big, big shorts, you know, since the lows. I also you know, I still am long gold on one bitcoin. We are seeing a monetization of debt as we have never seen in our lifetimes. And it’s not just here in the US, right, with the Fed buying everything. It’s a global monetization. And to me, in the long run, that has to make hard assets look better. Gold is certainly without performing. You know, Bitcoin’s an interesting story. This is the time for Bitcoin. It got wiped out. And hang on a second. I’ve heard that before. I’ve heard I’ve heard. This is the time for bitcoin before. Why is this the time why if we if central banks around the world are embarking on a monetary debasement that dwarfs quantitative easing, why is Bitcoin at 60 700 and not at twenty-five thousand? You know what laws? Did you get to still remember? It’s an 11-year-old experiment and it’s only in the last year where it really has become a macro weapon, an investment choice. And I’m seeing liberty in the last month, hedge funds and high net worth individuals who had never bought it before who are buying it. So it’s no longer a question of explaining to me how does it work? What do you what does this mean? It’s like, okay, I’m going to take a risk. Listen, the risk on any store of value, if it’s gold. Is that enough? People believe in it. And so it’s still a question of adoption. I’m just seeing more adoption here in the U.S. and in Europe than I have Laoghaire since I started this. Why is it down with Asian retail is still a big part of this. The Chinese economy is getting hit. There’s a lot of leverage in the system in the Asian retail side of crypto. And so there are still sellers coming out of Asia. You know, the China U.S. relation and the China European relationships are going to be relooked at in lots of ways as the dust settles on this thing. And so I think the heaviness that we see even overnight. Bitcoin is down 500 points, is mostly coming to Asia. And so it’s something we’re looking into. But the positive side is I literally see new players coming in every day. And, you know, we have the having coming up. Bitcoin is an instrument with no inflation or with very little inflation. And the inflation rate is getting cut in half. Right. As the Fed is, they will print as many dollars as you can one. So, Mikey, boy, you say it’s 100%. Yes. He’s playing both sides of the market, although he is short on finance, one point zero and long and hard assets like golden bitcoin. Because this is Bitcoin’s time to shine, the Bloomberg host asks. And why is the price going down? And my answer is Asia. And China is the reason. Leverage is the reason. And let’s replay this clip at the end. And so I think the heaviness that we see even overnight rate Bitcoin is down 500 points, is mostly coming at Asia. And so it’s something we’re looking into. He says Bitcoin’s downward pressure is coming mostly out of Asia. And there is something we’re looking into. Who the Frick is Frick and where is it his Galaxie digital or does this go deeper? Well, you know, Chieko, we think it goes a bit deeper than that. And figuring this out might just tell us where the markets will be headed in the future. So we know Mike Novogratz is the head of Galaxie Digital who consider themselves as sort of a crypto merchant bank providing institutional services like crypto asset management, principal investments, crypto asset trading. And advisory services. That is Mike’s Krypto Company, but he doesn’t come from the BTC world just like most of the prominent whales to this day. They come from finance one point zero worlds. Mike Novo is originally a part of the Fortress Investment Group who was listed on the New York Stock Exchange. There is Mikey during their IPO 13 years ago in 2007, when they were the first hedge fund and private equity company go public within the United States and one of the most disappointing IPO ever opened high back in 0 7. At 37 buckaroos over double the IPO price, which was 16, but it crashed harder than a buying ance IPO. And in twenty seventeen, the Japanese conglomerate Softbank purchased fortunes for $3.3 billion and took it private again. Literally one of the worst IPO is ever. As public investors got absolutely wrecked. While the founders got massive paydays when an IPO launch one at a time for sale. But what happened with Mike and Fortune is, well, according to this fall of Fortress. Article Fortress as was exploded in public view in 2015 when Michael Novogratz, one of the firm’s principals and an industry luminary who had joined from Goldman Sachs, retired after shutting down his drawbridge macro fund following wrongheaded bets on everything from Brazil to China. And this Wall Street Journal article tells us more. Michael Novogratz, one of Wall Street’s most famous investors, recently decided to leave Fortress Investment Group LP and Close’s macro hedge fund after it lost about a hundred million over the past two months from investments in Brazil. According to people familiar with the matter and to top that, earlier in the year, the fund lost one hundred and fifty million in a single day from wagers placed by a different Fortius trader against the Swiss franc who was under Michael’s control. And the latest losses left the fund down seventeen point five percent for the year through September, according to a regulatory filing. So, Mike, he messed up big time and lost that fund. A ton of money which hit public investors the hardest. But Mike made out like a bandit. According to this article, Fortress would buy back a stake in the firm for about two hundred fifty-five point six million. What did Mike do with that money? He went on to form Galaxy Digital and I wonder how that performed. Well, Mike’s firm got absolutely wrecked in twenty eighteen, posting over a two hundred and seventy-two million dollar loss for twenty eighteen. And in twenty nineteen when we experience another bull run to 14K, Mike still lost money. A net loss of thirty-three million for twenty nineteen. And what has recently hit the firm. Well with the poor performance due to the terrible bets and trades Mike and Galaxie announced in February, they would be laying off fifteen percent of their workforce even before the madness swept this world. But more pain just eleven days ago. Joshua Lim, their head of trading strategy, announced he would be leaving the firm to explore new opportunities. Losing streak after losing streak after losing streak. Don’t you want to win, Mike? So when we see Mike is getting mad about Bitcoin going down, when it should be going up and they will look into it, I know exactly what he means. What is the fuel of the crypto markets right now? Well, if you go to coin geko and look at coins ranked by volume, Teather is the number one most traded crypto asset based on volume alone, averaging nearly twenty-five percent more daily volume than bitcoin, even though its market cap is ninety-five percent smaller. Does that make sense? No. So unless you’re wearing a blindfold while looking at crypto data on. You know, Teather controls the market, but my key plays coy. Just a year ago in April twenty nineteen, he tweeted Galaxie has zero exposure to bitfinex or Teather. My own sense is that they are less integral to the crypto community than they once were. That said, it’s not a positive thing that has happened. The herd won’t come until we operate with transparency and professionalism. Bull crap, Mike. You know how integral they are to the crypto community as you were a customer of theirs. As the New York A.G. has documentation that says you’re Galaxie Digital was or was in the process of becoming a customer. So what about operating with transparency and professionalism, lying about your exposure and getting caught with your pants down by the New York A.G. isn’t what you preach. So you preach that the traditional markets are going down. Yet you’re along on Bitcoin. Are you telling the truth about that? Well, who is Mike involved with besides the dark side of U.S.D.A.? None other than the institutional scumbags of the space that Galaxy did. It All was a series, an investor in the one hundred and eighty-two million dollar plus round, which includes the likes of Microsoft. Then, just a year after that investment galaxy becomes a customer of back making the first block trade on the platform. A block trade? What is that? It’s massive. Off the books, private trade made can not move the market. That trade was announced six months ago October 4th. Twenty nineteen while BTC was at an AK. Well, just 20 days later Mike was on CNBC talking about BTC and this totally tells us he put in longs as bitcoin started to drop in through the 7 K range. Let’s listen in. So you look at charts at this point, you figure bitcoin could go back to four. Could I think? I think for Thals, I’m hoping it holds here, but I think it could hold up for six sixty-five hundred would be the next downside to the high. I think you’ve got to get back through like eighty-two hundred first and if it gets back to eighty-two hundred where then back in the kind of eight thousand ten thousand range, it’s going to need new energy to really make the big move. Now some positive things are happening. Right. The New York Stock Exchange is backed, just got set up. There’s a futures exchange. It’s starting to gain some volume. But more importantly, they’ve got a custody solution which is just coming online. That’s going to get approved. Like world-class custody, which allows more and more people to feel comfortable with it. He hopes it doesn’t go down any further, at least to six point five K. And then he shows that disgusting company back, which he needed to as he’s invested in them and most likely had a massive long. He then makes some price predictions. Wow. He was spot on. Does it sound like he has connections to someone in the market? U.S. DP I mean, that is exactly what happened to the price. So in my opinion, with his connections U.S.D.A., he was told about another massive pump. He was told about the dumped. All these insiders share info. But in my opinion, Asia, especially the Chinese exchanges, they are playing their own game. It’s a battle of the manipulators right now. East-West American, European, Chinese, Korean. It doesn’t matter. Who do I want to win? None of them. They all suck. USD tea backed. Western centralized exchanges. Eastern centralized exchanges. Shu any centralized option? I’m putting my bets on the one on the sideline. The Dexia’s which puts the power of crypto where it belongs. Back in your hands. Cheers. I’ll see you next time.
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