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feysandfeels · 3 years

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Bless that T Swift/SJM crossover anon!! Can I add some other ones?!

The 1 - Chaol & Celaena after she’s Aelin again (or Chaol & Nesryn.....poor Chaol)

The Last Great American Dynasty - more like the Last Great Terrasen Dynasty lol

My Tears Ricochet - Aelin @ Arobyn

Mirrorball - Lysandra

Mad Woman = AELIN

The Lakes - Aelin talking about Rowan when she’s tired of it all

Not my (Chloe Ting sponsored) ass realizing just now that the original anon meant all the sjm pairings, but since I’m deep in the acotar trash atm I only made those.

ACOTAR I & II

Apologies jeje.

Manorian: generally speaking they have such reputation vibes. Immaculate record for immaculate couple.

... Ready for it? - “But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom Holdin' him for ransom” // “Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so I see nothing better, I keep him forever Like a vendetta-ta” // “You should see the things we do, baby In the middle of the night, in my dreams I know I'm gonna be with you So I take my time Are you ready for it?”. Listen do I really need to explain this or do we all just see it?. This song has the electricity, the sexyness, the roughness, the daring aspect that makes manorian be the GOD tier couple that they are.

I’d Lie - Right, bare with me but I will lol at this forever because Manon is basically “And I could tell you his favorite color's green He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes And if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie”. It’s such a weird song to associate with them but it fits her so well hahahahaha because my girl lives in such denial that I just can’t hahahahahahaaha and like “I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine” this is MANON FOR DORIAN ALL THE TIME, and everyone is like but we see you wanting him so just do something about it!!!

Rowaelin

Willow - this screams Rowan looking at Aelin: “Wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man”. He straight up left Maeve and the blood pact thingy they had for the blond girl he met three months prior. Also “Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark Show me the places where the others gave you scars Now this is an open-shut case Guess I should've known from the look on your face Every bait and switch was a work of art”, this speaks of the vulnerability shared through HoF about their scars and of Rowan realizng that every step he took was so he would met her. Willow is Rowan’s song for Aelin.

The Lakes- LET HER GO TO TERRASEN WHERE ALL THE POETS WENT TO DIE, LET HER STAY SO THAT WISTERIA GROWS AROUND HER FEET BECAUSE SHE HASN’T MOVED IN YEARS.

Elorcan

Hoax - the balance of the deep betrayal and the love, the hurt and the I would choose you again all of the nuances of Lorcan’s betrayal and the shattered illusions that speak of them even in their absences, are in Hoax: “Stood on the cliffside Screaming, "Give me a reason" Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would dI believe in Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would do”.

Lysandeon

Paper rings- “The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe”. This song matches their energy so well even if the lyrics don’t all offer exact parallels. They did however play cat and mouse for a month or two or three. “I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want” Lysandra being accustomed to the finer things in life but she would slum it for Aedion; she is here for thick and thin.

Nesraq:

Gorgeous - “Of your magnetic field being a little too strong And I got a boyfriend (Chaol), he's older than us He's in the club (palace) doing, I don't know what (Yrene....) You're so cool (Sartaq really is the coolest), it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)” // You make me so happy (dude Nesryn loves spending time with him and he feels valued), it turns back to sad (fuck what about Chaol.. we promised each other it give it ago), yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have (because he’s the prince and I’m not royal) You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad”.

Chaorene:

Dancing with our hands tied - even if the lyrics don’t create perfect parallels, I think the main theme of the song being two people that want to be together, but feel their relationship has a lot of baggage would fit them well. Yrene has to get over her hate for Adarlan (even though she has every every every right to hate Adarlan) and Chaol has to get over *himself*. “I, I loved you in spite of Deep fears that the world would divide us So, baby, can we dance Oh, through an avalanche? And say, say that we got it I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted”.

Sam x Celaena:

I know places - them trying to run away so they could find a safe place to be in love? indeed. Me crying right now because they never got to? you bet: “'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes And guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes And we runBaby, I know places we won't be found and They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down Cause I, I, I, I know places we can hide, I, I (...)”.

Dorian x Celaena:

The Way I loved you - To Dorian from Aelin... with love, friendship love that is. Because she recognizes the potential in him, in them, she knows he would be good to her and she knows that she indeed fell for him hard enough to want him for herself, but it just doesn’t feel like *that* anymore.

Red - From Dorian’s perspective: “Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly”// “Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted Was right there in front of you Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words To your old favorite song Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword And realizing there's no right answer”. They were literally a crash and burn. But neither of them can actually bring themselves to regret it. It was fun while it lasted and in its way it brought them closer.

Chaol x Celaena:

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together - self explanatory, this is them through QoS. My Celorian ass is here for this pettiness I will take no criticism.

Forever and Always - “Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide Like a scared little boy I looked into your eyes Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure So here's to everything coming down to nothing Here's to silence, that cuts me to the core Where is this going? Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore” This was essentially Chaol’s thought process wondering why him an Celaena don’t work anymore and feeling like... a “we were supposed to be together 5ever what happened.... besides me not doing much to prevent her bff’s death and working for the dude that orchestrated the murder of her nation ?”

August - if I’m being honest this song fits them too not my fave song from folklore being for my least favorite couple in this story but if I gave Feylin some of my all time favorites I can give this one to them, but like “But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine Your back beneath the sun Wishin' I could write my name on it” Even though Chaol was ready to leave it all for her (he would literally cancel plans.. his life plans in case she’d call) she knew that this was an impossibility, their time was brief and it slipped away like a bottle of wine. She could never be his, because she was not entirely herself with him being Aelin meant opening up a lot of things and if Chaol had a hard time getting past a lot of Celaena’s traits then we can imagine the work, literally work he would have to do to accept Aelin... you know what, we don’t have to imagine it... it’s right there in QoS and ToD, anywho, he could never write his name on her back because she was never his, because he did not accept her for all that she was.

Aelin x Dorian x Chaol:

Long live - “I said, remember this moment, in the back of my mind The time we stood with our shaking hands The crowds in stands went wild We were the kings and the queens” // “Will you take a moment? Promise me this That you'll stand by me forever But if, God forbid, fate should step in And force us into a goodbye If you have children some day When they point to the pictures Please tell them my name Tell them how the crowds went wild Tell them how I hope they shine Long live the walls we crashed through I had the time of my life, with you” // I’m emotional right now and I need to cry it out.

I’m not 100% sure on the Chaoyrene one... but I think it’s good enough for me to post this hahaha

Anywho, I hope whoever asked for this enjoyed it 💛💛

#Feysandfeelsasks #Rowaelin #Manorian #Elorcan #Chaorene #Nesraq #Lysandion #Celorian #I don't know what Chaol and Celaena were #sorry

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talicat713 · 4 years

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It’s Positive (1/4)

Jax Teller x reader

Part One

**GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO: @barnes-and-parker and @charliehunnnamm**

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It’s Positive Masterlist

A/N: Hi all. This is my first Jax story. This will have four parts which all will be posted this week (hopefully!) Wanted to thank @rebel-without-cause-x for getting me hooked on SOA.

Warnings: language, pregnancy, childbirth, labor, brief breastfeeding,

Taglist: @rebel-without-cause-x @chibsytelford

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You and Jax had known each other for years. You were like a daughter to most of the men in the MC, but mostly Tig. Your father had taken a bullet for him, and he promised to protect you for the rest of his life.

You had been in love with Jax for a while. But in the beginning he saw you as just his best friend. He was always preoccupied with the club and whatever girl he was sleeping with. He did however still make time for you once a week to hang out and have movie nights.

You weren’t around when he was with Tara as a teenager. You and your father rolled into Charming soon after. You were the one to help pick up the pieces from that failed relationship, but he still slept with tons of women to get over the pain.

When he announced he was marrying Wendy, your heart shattered. It was right around the time your father had died and you were a mess. Jax had been there for you as much as he could, but you and Wendy didn’t get along. Drugs had killed your mother at a young age, so you knew all the signs of an addict. When Wendy pushed him away from you, you turned to Opie.

You and Opie had a small fling after that. Jax was a little jealous. He had never had to share you with any other guy because you never dated. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to, you were so hung up on Jax and Tig did EVERYTHING in his power to scare every guy away from you. Eventually, you and Opie broke things off, so he could be with Donna, but stayed friends.

Jax and Wendy’s relationship was always messy. He had sent her to rehab a few times, but she never stayed. He filed for divorce after the last straw. You didn’t know that they had tried to rekindle their relationship until she showed up one day with a pregnancy test. Jax got scared and ran, so you made it your mission to help Wendy despite not liking her.

You tried really hard to keep her clean while she was pregnant, but it never worked. She had drugs hidden all over the house, so when you would take one stash, she would go to another. You and Gemma were the ones to find her on the kitchen floor bleeding. You instantly thought the worst. Gemma has sent you to go find Jax while she waited for the ambulance.

You were there when Jax saw his son for the first time. The tears in his eyes killed you, but he didn’t want comfort from you. That’s when you realized that Abel's doctor was Tara.

You sat at the hospital everyday just watching the baby. You had to admit that Jax having a baby made you a little excited. You had always wanted to be a mother, but having polycystic ovarian syndrome and an irregular cycle, you knew that might never happen. In the back of your mind you knew Wendy wasn’t going to be a constant mother figure in his life and Jax wasn’t going to be around as much, so you were determined to make sure that little boy had someone constant in his life.

When Jax brought Abel home and you were waiting with open arms to take care of him. That was when Jax realized he had feelings for his best friend. Jax never told you about his feelings, and he continued his relationship with Tara. The two ended up having a baby of their own, another boy, Thomas, who you also fell in love with.

But once Tara got overwhelmed with being a mother, being a doctor, and dealing with Jax and the club, she ran away again, leaving Jax with both kids. Jax had called you that night crying and you stopped everything you were doing to go be with him. That was the night you became a mommy to those little boys. He admitted his feelings soon after and you two started dating.

Jax asked you to be his old lady one day when you had brought the boys to visit him before a long run. He had been talking to the guys about asking you for a while. Asking Tig for his permission since he was the closest person you had as a father. Tig made sure to playfully grill him, but ultimately agreed. He had even given Jax the ring your birth father kept for you.

Seeing you walk over to him with both kids on your hips made his heart explode. He looked at the guys, silently telling them he was proposing right then and there. Once you got close to Jax, Chibs took the boys out of your arms and Jax got down on one knee.

“I knew from the moment I met you, that you were going to be in my life forever. It wasn’t until Abel was born that I realized my love for you was more than just friends. You’ve been by my side and have been my rock though out everything. I don’t know where I would be now without you darlin’. So what do you say, will you be my old lady forever?” Jax said as he smiled up at you. Of course, you said yes and one month later you had a small wedding.

That leads us to today, one year later. You were sat in Jax’s room in the clubhouse waiting for the results of the pregnancy test you just took. It had taken longer than you’d hoped to have a baby of your own. Jax could tell you were getting frustrated, but always reassured you it would happen when they least expected it and if it didn’t they had two beautiful boys.

You were taken out of your thought by the timer on your phone going off. Cursing under your breath, you looked over at the boys sleeping on Jax’s bed hoping not to have woken them. Sighing in relief, you got up from the bed and grabbed the test off of the desk. You started to cry when you saw the two very bold pink lines. You were pregnant, finally.

After you had composed yourself, you put the test in a plastic bag, then tossed it into the diaper bag on the floor. Grabbing the baby monitor, you walked out and shut the door quietly. Jax was over working on a bike so Tig was the only person in the clubhouse.

You stood next to him and wrapped him in a hug against the bar. “Hey doll, you feeling better?”, accepting your hug.

You chuckled,” I’m pregnant Papa Tiggy,” hugging him tighter.

Tig pulled out of the hug, complete shock and excitement on his face. He was about to start screaming until you cut him off,” I literally found out five minutes ago so Jax doesn’t know. Also, I have sleeping children down the hall, keep quiet.”

Tig pulled you back into a hug and kissed your head. He was so excited for you and your little family,” Oh doll, I’m so happy for you. When you gonna tell Jax and everyone? You know I’m terrible at keeping secrets.”

“I’ll tell Jax soon, but you have to promise not to tell anyone! Not even the ladies you sleep with,” you warned.

“My lips are sealed doll, I promise,” he replied, making the locking his lips and throwing away the key gesture.

You just smiled and pushed him playfully, then you noticed the time. It was time for church. You rushed to the club door standing in front of it so no one could get through. Jax walked over and kissed your lips, making the guys behind him roll their eyes.

“Hey darlin’ you're in my way,” Jax said while kissing you.

You pulled away,” I know I’m doing it on purpose,” you then pushed him back a little so everyone could see you,” I’ve got two sleeping babies in there. If ANY of you wake them up, I’ll cut ya!”

They all laughed a little and nodded, following you into the clubhouse. They all filed into the room as quiet as they could. You checked on the boys who were thankfully still asleep and then went about cleaning up around the clubhouse.

A little while later, everyone filed back out loudly, which you knew would wake the boys. Jax walked over to you grabbing your face in his hands,” You feeling any better baby? You're still pale.” You just nodded and pulled him into a hug. You hadn’t noticed Abel and Thomas come walking out of the room.

Chibs noticed the boys and ran over to pick them up. When he did his eyes widen at what Thomas was holding,” Uh Y/N what’s the wee lad holdin’?”

You turned to them and cursed under your breath, walking over to grab Thomas from him.

“Y/N? ,” Jax asked nervously.

Sighing as you turned to everyone,” It’s a pregnancy test,” everyone’s eyes widened curiously,” I didn’t want to announce it this way but... it’s positive. I’m pregnant.”

Cheers erupted in the room. Jax walked over to you, handing Thomas back to Chibs, then pulled you into the hallway. He grabbed your face in his hands again, “how long have you known baby?”

“Only a few hours, but I’ve suspected for a few weeks. I’m so sick and my boobs are sore. You're not mad I didn’t say anything right? I didn’t hear them get up and I shouldn’t have put the test in the diaper bag, knowing they both go in there,” you questioned panicking a little.

Jax then placed lips onto yours, “Darlin’ I’m so fucking happy I could scream it to the world,” he then placed his hand on your belly and smiled,” Just be happy Gemma wasn’t here. She’s going to be mad she wasn’t the first to know. Good thing, that’s where we are heading.”

Gemma knew something was up the minute you and Jax walked through the door. She brushed it off when she saw her grand babies. You managed to keep the secret until after dinner. You had just put the boys in their room to play for a while, then walked back into the kitchen to help Gemma do the dishes.

“What’s going on with you and Jax? I can tell you're keeping something from me,” Gemma asked curiously.

On cue, Jax walked into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around you resting them on your belly. Jax then looked up at his mom over your shoulder and smiled,” We’re havin’ a baby.”

Gemma gasped, then pulled you both into a hug, “Oh my babies, I’m so happy for you both!”

Jax smiled,” Thanks Mom.”

A week later, you made an appointment with the doctor. You dropped the boys off with Gemma and drove over to the hospital. Jax had left early in the morning so you hoped he remembered the appointment. When you pulled up do didn’t see him or his bike.

After filling out all the paperwork, they called you back into the exam room. As you were waiting for the doctor, you got a little emotional. You really wanted Jax to be there with you. A knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts. A nurse walked in stating there was a big blonde haired man with a biker vest demanding to come back to you. You rolled eyes and told her to let him back.

“Baby I’m so sorry I lost track of time. Wait, were you crying? What’s wrong? ,” he asked as he walked over and stood in front of you.

“I thought you weren’t coming. The doctor hasn’t been back yet,” you said as wiped your eyes looking down.

Jax grabbed your chin so you would look at him,” I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” as he placed his other hand on your belly.

After a few minutes, the doctor came back to go over everything with you, then they got the ultrasound ready. As you pulled up your shirt and laid back, Jax notices a slight swell in your belly. It almost looked like you had eaten too much, but he knew that it was your baby. He smiled and grabbed your hand.

“Mr and Mrs Teller, has anyone from your families ever had twins? ,” the doctor asked. You and Jax looked at each other wide-eyed, shaking your heads no.

“Well then congratulations, you are having twins. Looks like you're almost twelve weeks along. Let’s take a listen to the heartbeats shall we,” the doctor continued.

You were speechless and scared. You were going to have four kids under the age of five. Jax sensed your nervousness and have your hand a squeeze. Then the sound of a heartbeat played through the machine, and then another heartbeat. You and Jax looked at each other, tears filing both your eyes.

Once the doctor finished, she left the room to send the nurse back in to schedule the next appointment.

“Fucking twins Jax,” you exhaled running a hand through your hair.

Jax stood up and kissed you, but was cut short by the nurse from earlier. She scheduled your next visit and handed you an envelope. Inside were a few pictures of your little babies inside you. Jax took one and placed it in the pocket of his Cut.

“We will be fine darlin’. You're the best mom in the world, and we have world's best grandma in our corner as well,” he said as he helped you off the bed.

“Now where was I,” he said, pulling you into a kiss, placing his hands on your belly again. You smiled into the kiss. Jax always knew the right things to say to make you not worry.

(posted 07/13/2020)

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j-diamond · 3 years

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(Not) Worth It (Edward x reader)

I am so ridiculously sorry and frankly embarrassed at how long it took me to write this request. i apologize for stalling, and hope that this is to your liking.

“Guess what?” you call as you burst through the doors to the filing room. Your demeanor deflates when you see Officer Dougherty with his fist raised and an unconscious Ed in his other. You were sick of it, this was the last straw. Your face contorts into a frown, turning to your right, you slam the files that were in your hand atop the nearest filing cabinet. The mere sound of it sends the other two officers running. You chuckle slowly at their cowardice as you watch them run away, “I see you’ve seemed to have forgotten last week’s lesson.” your voice was low, dripping with malice, your eyes having gone wide. You slam the door shut as you turn around laughing, “I guess I’ll just have to reteach it.” Tom had let go of Ed, tossing him to the floor. Your gaze returns to Tom, your knuckles growing whiter. You smirk at him, knowing he wasn’t going to recover soon, “Shall we begin?”

“Knock knock.” you say softly as you lean against the door frame. “Come in.” Ed responds, not bothering to look up from his deskwork. You smile sympathetically at him as you walk over to him, “How ya holdin’ up?” you ask , bringing your clipboard closer to your chest. He looks at you, the darkening bruise developing on his left temple answering your question, “You look like a punching bag.” you joke trying to get him to smile. Instead he looks down hastily, “Better me than her.” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. But you hear it, your heart stopping at the words. You look down, understanding what he’d meant, “Kringle.” you mutter softly, in an almost disbelief. Your breath hitches as you realize he’d done all that just for her. He threw himself intentionally into harm’s way, for her. Your grip tightens on the clipboard. All of this for her, no, all of this because of her. “Y/n?” Ed calls softly upon seeing your distressed look, “Is it worth it?” you ask quietly as you loosen your grip. “What do you-” he starts but you interrupt him, “Is she worth it?” your voice barely reaches above a whisper, but he could hear you clearly, “I mean I know you love her, but is she worth getting yourself beaten to a pulp?” You go to meet his gaze, but he breaks it in favor of the floor, “I love Ms. Kringle.” he says, as if for reassurance, “And Officer Dougherty doesn’t deserve a woman like her. She’s sweet and smart and if I can just prove to her that I’m a better man for her than him, she’ll be with me.” You shake your head, as your eyes begin glazing over, “But what about Tom?” you ask, your voice wavering slightly, “Everything he does to you, all the beatings, all the trash he talks. The way him, and his troupe look down on you. Is she worth all that?” He nods softly, “I love her.” he says again, your heart cracking, “And I know that even though I can’t beat him physically. I am still intellectually better. It may not be much right now, but it’ll count for something. If I show him that he doesn’t scare me and that I can take any beating he throws my way then he’ll stop throwing them, just like last time.” your eyebrows crease, “Last time?” you ask, unsure of what he meant. “I don’t know much, but I know he was beating me, but I passed out.” he says, his eyes darting, trying to remember, “But I assume he stopped because he got bored. The only punch that was bruised, was this one.” He points to the previous one on his left temple, “So if I continue to do that, he’ll stop wanting to fight me entirely.” You groan, frustrated that he’d been thinking that's why Tom had stopped beating him. “Ed, that’s not-” You pause, unsure if you should tell him. You look at him, able to see that he was interested. You sigh, you didn’t want to tell him. He didn’t need to know you protected him, after all he was only doing so to ‘protect’ Kringle, “That won’t work. Men like Tom Dougherty don’t just tire from the same...” your voice beginning to grow bitter, “They get off on beating up people they deem weaker than themselves. They won’t let off until being forced to do so.” You stop, thinking about it. You’d protect him this entire time, yet, he doesn’t know, and probably wouldn’t. He’d been protecting Kringle, she knows this, and yet she still doesn’t care. You and him were basically the same, “I’m not like you Ed.” Your voice settles, softer than before, “I can’t keep getting myself hurt because of a person I love.” You turn, your breath uneven, “Bye Ed.” Ed watched as you left, speechless; unknowingly letting you slip through his fingers.

“I know what you did.” A voice says from behind you. You pause, fighting the instinct to respond, having already figured out who it was. You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction, not when your heart was already weak, moments away from shattering. “I’ll wait.” They say, their voice almost pompous. You sigh inwardly, you needed a change of scenery, staying here would only lead to disaster. So you begin putting away your files, opting out to finish them another day. You look up to see Ms. Kringle guarding the door and you sit back down, pinching the bridge of your nose in irritation. “Yes Ms. Kringle?” you ask, not wanting to deal with her. She saunters over to your desk. You raise an eyebrow at her obvious faux confidence. “Tom hasn’t been to work for three days.” She says accusingly. Her hand resting on her hip. “Well I assume it’s because he needed a day to rest, and another to recover.” You smirk, pretending to think, “The third is probably just for show.” You flash a smile. You weren’t trying to have this conversation, “But honestly it’s none my business, he is your boyfriend. I wish you wouldn’t include me in your toxic relationship.” You stand, readying to leave, enforcing your decision. Yet Kringle apparently had other ideas as she, yet again, blocked your only exit. You smiled, staring deeply into her eyes, “Ms. Kristen Kringle, I do believe it’d be in everyone’s best interest if you refrained from continuing to block my exit.” Your smile dropped, “Unless you wish to get physical.” You intended to scare her into moving, but seeing a sense of familiarity wash over her face, you were reminded of just how toxic her relationship was. You pause, you hated her, but she didn’t deserve that. You sigh inwardly. You grab her arm pulling her to you, “What do you want?” Her eyes shift, surveying the room trying to remember, “It’s a violation of station rules to assault an officer.” she states, having found the words. You let go of her, completely done with her. She had no valid points, yet she came here to disrupt you anyway. “I’ll report you.” You pause, and then shrug, picking up your phone, ready to leave. “Okay.” you say as you go to leave, “That’s it?” she says and a misplaced anger begins to boil inside of you, “you’ll let me report you?” “Yep.” you say as the anger begins doubling over, “Because you’re not going to do it.” “And why not?” she asks, as she goes to block your exit again, letting all control leave your body, the misplaced anger showing itself. “Because you’re a brat.” you say, your voice hardening. She opens her mouth but you shove your hand over her mouth, “No. See you don’t get to talk. Not this time. You can be a brat with your dick of a boyfriend. You can be a brat at work, home and anywhere else. But not with me. You don’t be a brat with me. Because you won’t like how I respond.” Your hand unknowingly lowers to her throat, “See if it were up to me, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Your hand begins tightening, “but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to be able to learn his place. So it’s his fault. With that being said, keep me out of your thoughts and keep my name out of your mouth. Because if you try this again-” Ed’s face appears over hers and you realize what you’re doing. You let go of her and sigh, your entire demeanor changing, “Just because he likes you doesn’t mean I have to.” You say softly, “Please stay away from me.”

“Ms. Kringle isn’t good for you.” You say, avoiding eye contact, “I don’t think she’s worth it. Any of it.” You sigh, bending over to splash water in your face. This wasn’t going to work. No matter how many times you said it, no matter how many ways you said it; you’d never be able to say it to his face. ‘Maybe it’s me who’s not worth it.’ You think to yourself. Your mind goes back to all those times you’d protected him, he’d been protecting Kringle. Thinking about the way his face lit up when he saw her and even when he talked about her, made you realize it never did when he was with you. “All this time it was me.” You say softly. “I’ve been projecting myself on her this entire time. I’m not worth it.” You stare into the mirror, the face staring back confirming it. “I’m the one who’s not worth it.” Your knees buckle in realization. “Resigning?” Captain Essen asks, shock evident in her eyes. You nod your head in response, “Could I ask you why?” “Things have grown... toxic for me.” You say softly, avoiding eye contact, “I fear for my mental stability.” “I get that.” She says making you look up in surprise, which she returns with a smile. “I heard you held your own against Dougherty. He’s a pretty big guy, must take a toll on a person.” You look at her, eyebrow raised, at what she was implying. She smirks, walking over to you, “I like you Y/n. You’re one of my best detectives.” “But I barely do detective work. I mostly just file.” You admit. She shakes her head, “Nah, I still like ya.” She says, resting her arm over your shoulder, “Now bear with me.” She tosses your letter on the desk, “I’ll give you a week of paid suspension, then you can come back.” You open your mouth to protest but she shakes her head again, silencing you, “If you feel like you still don’t belong, then you can leave. Deal?” She raises an eyebrow, making you sigh. You nod, “Fine.” You start, trying to hide the smirk you felt inside, “But only because you’re my favorite Captain.” She chuckles, “I’m your only captain.” She retorts, smiling as she sits back down. “I guess it kinda works itself out then.” You add right before you leave, and as you go you can hear her laughter.

“Oh, hello.” A voice says, but again, you fight the instinct to look their way; this time for an entirely different reason, “It’s empty in here.” You inhale, your emotions beginning to bubble. “Yes.” you answer, heart heavy. “Well, I need a little help.” He says, teetering by the door. You pause, waiting for him to continue. You nod, signaling for him to continue, as you also continue placing items into your bag. “Well.” He says, pausing to think of how to phrase it, “I-I have been having trouble crafting the perfect riddle.” You pause, surprised, “F-for Ms. Kringle, I mean.” Your almost smile disappears, as tears begin pooling in your eyes. He continues talking as he begins to fidget, probably explaining his thought process, but you weren’t really listening. You were busying yourself, packing, a lame attempt at trying to keep yourself from breaking apart further. You inhale again, shakily this time, and your eyes betray you, leaking ever so slightly. “What do you think?” he asks, breaking through your wall of despair. You stare at the frame of you and Ed that you kept on your desk and wipe your eyes. You pull a fake smile, “It’ll be lovely.” You say, steadying yourself, “She should love it.” Your smile falls lopsided, and you pass by him, eyes glued to your feet.

You return home, placing your items near the door, knowing that you’d be trashing them eventually. Plopping onto the couch you sigh, relaxation finally settling in. But just as you begin to relax, the weight you carried hardened, and you began feeling it all; everything you ever held in, ever felt, never said released itself. And like a floodgate, the tears spilled.

“L/n,” Edward says looking at his clipboard, “I believe the best way-” He pauses, realizing you weren’t here. He looks around, perplexed, it had been three days, and you still hadn’t shown. Part of him grew worried, but he knew it couldn’t have been bad, could it?

“Captain Essen?” He calls, and she looks up at him, “What is it Edward?” She asks, scourging her desk for missing files. He pauses, unsure of how to phrase what he was thinking. “Yes, Edward?” She asks again, this time looking at him, her eyes ushering him to talk. He swallows the lump in his throat, his eyes favoring his feet, “The case files suggested that with the angle of the stab wound, the stab itself would have to have come from a suspect who is likely to be 5’9”.” He spat out, ridiculing himself for not asking what he originally intended to. Her eyebrows knit together, “Thank you Edward.” She says unsure if that was really his reason for entering. Nevertheless he turns to leave, no other words being uttered. She slumps into her chair, knowing that without Y/n’s help she wouldn’t find the files. Then it clicks, “Edward,” She calls and he pauses before he closes the door. “Yes?” He asks, peeking his head in, his face still solemn. She smiles softly at him, “She’s on paid suspension.”

A knock on the door startles you. Glancing around, you second guess whether you’d actually heard it or not. However, as you begin to doze off, the knock resounds again and you groan. "I’m coming!” you shout as you sluggishly force yourself off of the couch. You stretch as you walk and to your disdain they knock again, "I am coming to the door!” you sigh as you reach the doorknob. You hesitate, opting to instead look through the peephole. You stop, your nerves rising on edge, "Hello Nygma.” you call through the door, “YN." His voice calls, and your heart leaps, "You've not been to work in four days now.” "That’s correct.” ''I- is everything alright?” "Everything is fine.” You lie, and you can feel his hesitation, "I promise.” “Are-” he pauses, clearly unsure, “if..” another pause, "truly?” "Ed," you beckon, your heart racing, “I’m perfectly fine.” There's a shuffle behind the door, and you let go of the breath you’d been holding. He was gone, and a part of you left with him.

You awake to a familiar aroma. You enter your kitchen to find tupperware of what appeared to be your favorite food. “I didn’t…” you say aloud to yourself. You pause, trying to put things together. “Oh, that was me.” A voice says and you whip around quickly, but pause, seeing who it was. “S-sorry.” Edward stutters having noticed your fight stance. You feel your emotions swell as you relax your stance. “Why?” You ask as you slowly go to sit on the floor. “Why are you here Ed?” He pauses noticing your slow movements, “I, I still had a key. And I was just leaving I promise. I don’t want to bother you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I assumed you were just under the weather and I was worried that-” “I’m not ‘under the weather’ Edward. I’m fine.” You repeat, "I’m fine.” “Why do you keep saying that?” he asks, "You're not. a-and i’m not sure why, but please let me help.” "You can’t help.” “Why?” "Because you can’t.” “Why? Y/n, why?” “Because if you help me I might fall even farther in love with you!” You shout, finally cracking, tears stream from your eyes as you completely melt, your back against the floor, “because I’m in love with you.” you cover your face, “and you’re in love with her.” you pause catching your breath, “and you won’t stop being in love with her no matter what I say or do and it's not fair because she doesn’t even deserve you.” you sigh through your hands, “and I guess that means I don’t deserve you.” your tears finally begin to slow, but your heart fastens when you realize you couldn’t hear anything over your pathetic sobs. “You don’t deserve me,” his voice whispers, and had you not been listening for it--you wouldn’t have heard it. You inhale sharply, knowing that it was true, but not having wanted to hear it from his own mouth. You feel hands wrap around your wrists, swaying them from your face, “not when I don’t even deserve you.” Your eyes meet his, and you notice a glossiness to them. You reach a hand to his face, “You deserve to be happy.” You say, your brain finally accepting your false truth, “and if she is what makes you happy, then she’s worth it.” he chuckles softly, “You’re what makes me happy.” he says, eyes not leaving yours, “I’m” he pauses, “I’m sorry I didn’t see that.” You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off with a hug, “You’re worth it, because you make me happy, and I would rather lose a thousand Kringles than lose one you.” Your arms finally wrap around him, accepting the warm embrace you hadn’t known you needed.

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shadow-assassin-blix · 3 years

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Nothin’ Holdin’ Me Back

Santiago “Pope” Garcia x Reader

The last of the Shawn Mendes song fics. Will be working on new set soon. Um. Let’s see. Warnings.... insecurities? I guess.

Everything tag list: @mikeisthricedeceased

Oscar Tag: @m-1234

I wanna follow where she goes

I think about her and she knows it

Santi woke up to an incoming text. He smirked when he saw the name, ‘Daiquiri.’ He opened the text to see it was a message asking him to come over and that she was lonely.

He chuckled at her message. He had been seeing her for a few weeks. He had met her at a bar a while back. All she drank was frozen Daiquiris because that’s the only drink she liked. After several drinks, the both of them had stumbled back to his place. It might not have been the best experience for both of them, but the next several times certainly made up for it.

He got dressed, brushed his teeth, and after making sure he had his keys, wallet, and phone, he was gone. She lived only a couple blocks from him, so he simply walked over to her place. He had a skip in his step, as he went up the stairs to her townhouse. He knocked on the door, waiting with a smirk.

It took her a moment to answer, and she looked frazzled.

“Hi. I’m sorry. We’re… this… My home is throwing a hissy fit, and apparently wanted a pool,” She complained, glancing back toward her kitchen with a groan.

“I’m sorry. I wasted your time,” She apologized with a small sigh, looking down.

Santi sighed softly, lifting her chin back up. “Tell me what happened?”

I wanna let her take control

'Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah

Just like that, their usual get togethers became something more. Soon, he was over to help her fix random stuff. Or he saw these flowers and they reminded him of her.

She wasn’t going to complain. She enjoyed spending more time with him. He always knew how to brighten her day with small, simple gestures. She was beginning to love just seeing him randomly, and not just for sex.

Sometimes he would come over just to talk. He often has nightmares about the incident in Colombia and just wants someone who will listen without judgment. She liked that he would confide in her. It made her feel like he trusted her.

One night, it was about 3am when he called. She had gone to answer it, but he hung up before she could. She stared at her phone, after trying to call him back twice with no success. She laid gnawing on her lip in worry. She decided to just go to him.

She got up threw on some sweats and a cardigan, hopping into her car and driving over to his place. She stepped up to his house and knocked. Waiting. Soon enough he answered the door.

She looked him over, spying the sweat on his face, and how worn out he appeared.

She simply pushed past him, taking his hand into hers, once he closed the door again, and led him back to him his room. She laid down, pulling him with her, and making him lay down. He situated himself, lying on top of her, his head resting on her chest. He sighed once, before holding her to him tightly. She ran her fingers through his hair, lulling him back to sleep.

She says that she's never afraid

Just picture everybody naked

After that night, they hardly left each other’s side. Besides work, they would often have dinner with each other, or would just spend the day together on a weekend. There were some evenings where they would go and hang out with friends, but they always missed one another.

Santi was tempted to introduce her to the guys but wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. His team were his family, and he didn’t want to risk them hating each other for whatever reason. On a deeper level… was he ready for that? Was he ready for her to see him entirely? That level of commitment that he has never shown before?

It scared him a bit. He knew that he really liked her. Hell, he would even go as far say that he loved her. But did he really? He’s never known love before. He’s never been with a girl long enough to get to that point (or ever wanted to get that close).

One night, he came over and wanted to talk some things out. He forgot however, that she had her girlfriends over for a girl’s night in. So, when he knocked on the door, he wasn’t prepared for all the giggles and laughter he heard, as she opened the door.

“Santi? Hi. Why are you here baby?” She asked him with a smile, slight concern in her eyes.

“Oh. Sorry. I forgot tonight was girl’s night. I just wanted to talk about some stuff. It can… wait. I’ll let you get back to... everything,” He tried to backtrack, wincing slightly.

“Um. Before you go… would you… would you like to meet them? They seem to be under the impression that I made you up,” She mock whispered to him.

He chuckled at that, and said, “If it doesn’t bother you or them, sure. Why not?”

A few minutes later he met her three best friends who all made vague threats to castrate and murder him, if he ‘shattered their best friend’s heart.’

He figured if she was okay with him meeting her best friends, it was time for her to meet his.

She really doesn't like to wait

Not really into hesitation

A week later, she was strolling into a bar, looking for Santi and his friends. She spotted them, and quietly analyzed the group that was with him. There were 3 men, and a woman who had a small baby with her. All 3 men were tall, and well built. Two were blue eyed but one was blonde, the other brunette. The third was tan, with dark hair and eyes. He was currently making faces at the baby trying to get her to laugh.

She slowly made her way over to them, even though she felt like she was interrupting them.

Santi turned his head and spotted her, a smile breaking out on his face as he beckoned her over. She shyly walked up to him, kissing him on the cheek. He introduced to her everyone and pulled out her chair when she went to go sit next to him. He called her by her nickname Daiquiri which made her laugh a bit.

She was quiet for most of dinner, mainly because they made her nervous. She was afraid of saying something and them taking it poorly or something. She wanted them to like her; these were the most important people in his life.

Halfway through the guys got up to go play a round of pool, and she was left with Maria, Frankie’s girl, and their baby, Isobel.

“You can relax around them you know?” Maria softly tells her once they were away.

“I… I’m having a hard time doing so” She admitted, feeling slightly defeated.

“I understand. I was the same way when I first met them too. They have like a hive mind, and inside jokes that I still don’t understand. But they are all genuinely nice guys, so breathe. Loosen up,” Maria assured her, shaking her teasingly. “Here. Hold Isobel for a moment, I gotta go to the bathroom.”

Maria hands her the baby, as she stood up and the walked away. She stares at the baby concerned for a moment, gently adjusting her in her arms. She sighed softly, looking down at her. Isobel giggled at her, as she grabbed a lock of her hair.

“Oh? You like my hair? Please don’t tug on it, princess. I know. It’s very tempting, but ow,” She winced slightly as Isobel gave it a sharp tugged.

She gently untangled her hair from the teeny tiny fist with baby hulk strength. Once her hair was free, she simply just started talking to her. Isobel watched her with an odd look of awe as she spoke, and soon fell asleep in her arms. She didn’t know quite what to do, so she just stayed there, somewhat rocking her.

When Maria returned, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Isobel was asleep, and helped Daiquiri lay her gently into her baby carrier.

She looked up to see what the guys were doing and wished she hadn’t immediately. A pretty young girl, was standing next to Santi, heavily flirting with him, and he… from the looks of it… wasn’t ignoring her advances. In fact, he looked a lot like the night they first met: leaning to the side, a hand in his pocket, and a smirk on his face.

She bit her lip. She wasn’t quite sure what to do. They never really said they were exclusive. Never really spoke about what they were to one another. She looked down, not wanting to watch anymore. She just quietly pulled out some cash, to pay for her meal and tip, before quickly leaving. If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed that the girl who was over with Santi, had walked away from him, frowning.

Pulls me in enough to keep me guessing, whoa

And maybe I should stop and start confessing

Santi hadn’t realized what had happened. All he knew was after he and Frankie won their game, he looked over to where Daiquiri had been and sees she was no longer there.

Maria, however, was and she was frowning deeply at him. He made his way over to her, and asked, “Where did she go?”

“Probably home. Since you seemed to have a grand ol’ time with malibu barbie over there,” Maria informed him with slight disgust.

“Malib- what are you talking about? I told her she was too young for me, and that I had a girlfriend?” He defended.

“That’s not how it looked from here,” Maria tells him with a sigh.

“Shit. What do I do? I… I’m in love with this girl Maria,” He begged her, stressing, running a hand through his hair worriedly.

“Go. After. Her.” Maria explained slowly.

Santi nodded, quickly paying for his tab and rushing out. He was freaking out on the drive to her place. He didn’t know what to say or do to make this right. He just knew that what she saw wasn’t what it seemed.

He quickly parked in front of her house, and rushed up to the door, knocking.

He heard a slight shuffling, before the door opened slightly.

“What Santi?” She asked, her voice cracking, as she stood there, not even opening the door wide enough for him to see her.

“Can we… can we please talk? I swear. I wasn’t flirting with that girl. I was telling her I had a girl,” Santi desperately tried to plead.

She snorted lightly, not quite believing him.

“You don’t have to explain. It’s not like we…” Her voice faltered for a moment. “It’s not like we said we were exclusive. So. Technically you’re perfectly allowed to do whatever you want.”

“Baby… that’s not… that’s.. I..” He didn’t know what to say to that.

“Look. I’m tired. Um. I just want to go to bed right now. We can… talk later… or something,” She told him as she closed the door.

Confessing, yeah

'Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far

I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright

A talk… that she kept avoiding. She wanted to talk to him, but then her mind would think up all the reasons why she shouldn’t bother.

‘You weren’t exclusive.’

‘This was just a friends with benefits thing.’

‘You didn’t mean anything to him.’

‘He’s known for not settling down with one chick.’

‘Why would he settle down with you?’

The last thought, in particular, was the main reason why she’s been avoiding him. She knew the moment she met him that he wasn’t the type for commitment. But for a while there, she let herself hope. She really thought that maybe he had changed.

So, she avoided his calls and texts. She avoided his knocks on her door at all hours. Some of her friends wanted to go and beat him up for hurting her. She told him to let it go, that she was the idiot who fell in love with him.

Her best friend, however, had a different thought. One night, she came over to talk.

“Okay. Imma say something. I want you to listen to me for a moment. If you truly meant nothing to him, why is he blowing up your phone left and right? Why is he trying to talk to you constantly to explain?” Amanda, her friend, questioned.

She didn’t know what to say to that.

“Go. Talk. To. Him. Let him explain fully what happened. If nothing did, then fucking move on. You are miserable, so go. To. Him,” Amanda stated firmly, pulling her to the door. “I’m locking you out of your own house, bye.”

Amanda shoved her out, and she heard the lock turn.

“I hate you!” She shouted at her through the door.

“Love you too. Go fix things with your man!” Amanda called back.

She made the awkward stroll over to Santi’s place, shivering because it was chilly out and she had no jacket.

When she stood in front of his door, she bit her lip, fidgeting with her hands.

She slowly reached up and knocked.

If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark

I know we'd be alright, I know we would be alright

Santi… was not doing okay. He hadn’t realized it, but she had become his anchor. She grounded him when the days or nights got rough. It had only been a few days, but he was struggling. He was having a hard time sleeping.

His head jerked up when he heard the knocking. Thinking it was one of the guys, he sighed loudly, getting up from the couch and answering it.

He was surprised when he sees her there instead.

“Hi,” She whispered.

He looked her over, noticing her eyes were puffy from crying and she was slightly shivering.

“Did… did you walk over here? Honey. It’s 34 degrees out! Get inside,” He stated, pulling her in, rubbing her arms with his hands.

“Amanda. L-locked me out. T-told me to come t-talk to you finally,” She slightly stuttered out, as she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to warm up.

“Did Amanda think to check the current temperature before doing this? C’mon. C’mere.” He beckoned leading her to the couch where he threw one of the several blankets she brought over on various dates, around her shoulders.

He went into his kitchen and quickly made her a cup of hot chocolate, bringing it over to her gently. She took it from him, the warmth of the mug, immediately taking the chill from her hands. He sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close.

It took some time, but soon enough her shivering had subsided.

“I wasn’t flirting with that chick. I swear. I almost lost that game of pool, because I kept watching you. Seeing you hold Isobel… drove me crazy. I never thought about that kind of stuff before…” He quietly explained to her.

“I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions, I should have… let you explain. I… I just… figured… you were bored of me or something…” She mumbled back, sniffling slightly.

“Nah. I… I’m crazy for you baby. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. I… I love you,” He whispered pressing a kiss to her head.

I know we'd be alright, we would be alright

Oh, I've been shaking

She felt her breath catch as he confessed that. She could feel her lip tremble and tears well up in her eyes. She wasn’t expecting that.

“You don’t have to say it back just yet. I just want you to know… you’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else. No one else can compare to you,” He said sweetly.

She bit her lip and nodding her head slightly. She slowly finished her drink and Santi set the empty cup into the sink, rinsing it out. She got up and walked over to him. She stood behind him, and slowly wrapped her arms around him, resting her face against his back.

She raised herself to her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the small scar at his neck. She felt him shiver slightly at the sensation. He slowly turned around to her, his arms going around her waist.

“Umm. Would… would you like to stay the night?” He asked her hesitantly.

She nodded her head. She bit her lip for a moment, before going back onto her tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his lips.

He kissed her back, his hands moving down to her thighs.

“Jump,” He muttered against her lips.

She does so, and he catches her, walking the two of them up to his bedroom.

I love it when you go crazy

You take all my inhibitions

It took some time, but the two of them got back to normal routine. They had a long conversation together, which ended in him officially stating that he was hers, and she was his.

Santi realized from that conversation that meeting all of the guys, was a little intimidating. So, he tried again, but one at a time. Frankie and her immediately hit it off, especially when Isobel recognized her and got very excited.

Will was a bit more cautious but soon they were having conversation about dominos and fidget spinners and weird traps. They are now planning a whole elaborate chain reaction of dominoes.

Benny was overactive and excitable, but she got used to it fairly quickly. He was a bit like a overgrown puppy in her words.

Soon enough, they were going out with the whole group. One night, they had gone out with the whole gang and were playing a game of darts. The guys for all their military know-how, were awful. She kept laughing at all of them when they would try to go for the bullseye and failed.

Santi dared her, “You try then.”

She took the darts from him and tossed all three into the bullseye with ease.

Santi stared at her in awe, “How?”

“A lady never reveals her secrets,” She teased moving away from him.

He chased after her, grabbing her and tickling her. Her laughter was high pitched and infectious.

When she finally got over her giggles, she said something that he wasn’t expecting.

“I love you,” She said breathless.

Santi couldn’t stop smiling all night. He wasn’t sure what the future held in store for him, but he knew one thing: he had the love of his life by his side.

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

You take me places that tear up my reputation

Manipulate my decisions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back (oh whoa)

#santiago pope garcia #santi x reader #santiago garcia x reader #song fic

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dontasktheradiodemon · 3 years

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Sitting Room #1 (12/31/2020)

Click here if you’re like “what the heck is this about?”

Alastor decides that today is a good day to lay on top of a piano and sing. Valera @autokrates decides to accompany by playing the piano. Angel @sluttyspiderpolkacock plummets out of the sky and kills Alastor in one shot.

Alastor

What do we have here!

Alastor's been wandering the estate scouting out sources of entertainment—when he crosses paths with a sitting room stocked with a gorgeous grand piano. Entertainment located.

He trots over, plays a few keys to make sure it's in tune, considers his options, and then hops up to sit on top of the piano. Nice! Sturdy. He lays down on the piano.

What kind of song is appropriate to play while laying on a piano?

He thinks for a moment; then summons up his microphone, kills the lights, sends his shadow to play a dramatic arpeggio, rolls dramatically onto his back, and sings into the mic, "At first I was afraid~ I was petrified~"

Valera

Valera was happily sitting in the gardens, enjoying the ocean breeze of their home planet, the rustling of the leaves and the perfume of the flowers. It was only them and their thoughts out here.

How serene, how calm. You'd never guess their house was full of overpowered sinners hiding from a mass execution. All their fears were assuaged, not a single of the myriad of terrible incidents they'd expected had come to pass...

Wait. Was that... The opening bars for I Will Survive? Was that *Alastor* they saw through the gauzy curtains?

Fuck being alone with their thoughts, they *had* to get in on that good time. Hope Alastor doesn't mind if they hop right through an open window to offer some backing brass for his piano!

Alastor

Alastor sits up when the room is suddenly invaded—oh, how wonderful! There aren’t all that many places where you can start a musical number and fitting musical accompaniment just barges in! He’d thought he’d have to summon up his own private brass band.

Hand on his chest and hamming up as much as he can, he goes on, “Kept thinking *I* could never *live* without you *by my side*~”

Valera

Look at the man go, Gloria Gaynor would be proud. They plop themselves down next to his shadow on the bench, humming along under their breath while they ready themselves for their cue. In fact, while they're here...

A twitch of a fin, and a hazy amber spotlight flickers into existence to shine down on Alastor. There, mood lighting for the star of the show. Nothing but the best for a guest!

Alastor

Oh! Look at that! Proper lighting! They could be in Hell’s finest jazz club. Alastor’s really warming to his new role as a diva. ��But then I spent so many nights, thinking how you did me wrong, and I grew strong~ I learned how to get along~”

He winks at Valera—time to really let loose—and belts out, “And now you’re *back*, from *outer space*—!”

Angel

Shielding his face from the glass, Angel continues to fall as he wildly fishes through his fluff for the charm Valera gave him for emergencies. It was so nice ( for his once human aesthetic appreciation ) that he told himself he'd never have to use it.

Then again, putting himself in this predicament wasn't exactly a conscious decision of his either. Making a clean enough break to salvage as he fell to his certain death was an unorthodox placement of priorities, but time was wasting. SOMETHING flashed before his eyes.

_ " ... And now you're **back!** From **outer space - !** " _

_Alastor...? I thought this was gonna be takin' me to Valer -_

And DOWN he sailed like a crimson comet into a cacophonous landing of glass, rattling keys, strings, once immaculately polished wood, and ( 1 ) local Radio Demon. A singular beat of moaning and groaning before he locked eyes with the island's Hostess with the Galactic Mostest and sprung to his feet, hip popped and arms dramatically jazzed.

" CIAO, MI LUCE DEI MIEI OTTO OCCHI ~ !! How's my BABY ~ ? "

Valera

An inhale as Valera prepares to start laying into the trumpet, smiling around the mouthpiece as Alastor belts out the lyrics. An inhale, and-- uh oh.

A tingle runs up their spine, eyes widening as they drop the instrument and jolt to their feet. Too late for any warning, here comes Angel, streaking from the ceiling in a blaze of glory and glass and splinters flying up from the shattered remains of their poor undeserving piano. They'd be more upset if they weren't immediately distracted by Angel Dust's darling voice.

Beaming fin to fin, Valera lunges forward to wrap their arms around their friend, tail all awiggle behind them as they bury their face in tit fluff. "Il mio amore! Mio caro! I'm so glad you could make it! Seapup is doing great, he'll be over the moon to see you here." A happy sigh, and they look up at Angel through his fluff and purr... Wait. Shit. Pull back, they have to peer around him to the wreck of the piano where their diva had once been.

"Alastor, do you need a medic?"

Alastor

Of all the ways to go, Alastor wasn’t expecting a meteor made out of red velvet.

And then the meteor climbs off of him and starts speaking Italian.

Alastor blinks up at the ceiling, half-dazed. “Probably, but that’s never stopped me before.” He sits up gingerly, leveraging himself out of the pile of devastated piano. “You know—I actually came to this universe to *avoid* getting murdered by an angel.”

Angel

It was very possible to not have enough arms with which to hug a dear friend, even when you had six. Angel gave her a big squeeze, tight enough to momentarily lift clawed feet from the floor as he nuzzled his face between her horns.

" GREAT! Place blew like ya wouldn't BELIEVE, Babe. Emergency getaway fa SURE ~ " he sang with a flash of an open palm of charm debris, which would promptly disappear into his fluff before he swept his cloak behind him.

" ALASTOR! THERE ya went! " Angel extended his hands to offer some help. " Ya ok? Sorry about that, uh, sudden change a plans. "

Valera

Oh to be a fish wrapped in the arms of a spider. What warmth, what comfort. A few seconds of bliss leave Valera's hearts feeling ready to melt, what could be better! A mental note to see about getting Angel Dust another charm, and she moves around to look Alastor over from a barely respectful distance. Poor thing got GOT.

Alastor

He sure did get got. He actually takes Angel’s hand to help haul himself up. “It’s not the change of plans I mind so much as your choice of landing pad!” Audience laughter. He cracks his back a few odd angles, then straightens out and starts brushing himself off. “You were at some big overlord shindig, weren’t you? Did the exterminators get in?” Oh, wouldn’t that be a delightful way to ring in the new year, getting rid of that rotten lot. The only overlords he cared about were either not the type to go to such a party or else excluded from the exterminations anyway. “Glad *you* made it out.”

Angel

" Uh... " It was settling in little by little, now. The foreboden consequences of his actions. " Yeah! They did! Uh, I wouldn't check into the place right now! Y'know, signals goin' haywire, S. O. S. 's off the shitshow... Thinkin' of it's givin' ME a headache, so I can't IMAGINE what it'd be doin' t' YOU, Smiles... Lucky ME though, ah? " _He used to be a much better liar._ Angel's ceaselessly sheepish smile left little to be assumed. Knowing this, he whipped back towards Valera, arms wildly animated as ever. " SO! How's e'ryone holdin' up over here? " He started a strut about the room, testing the soreness of his leading leg. " Ya DO have room fa one more in this fancy schmancy pad, yeah? "

Valera

She steps back, satisfied that Alastor wasn't about to keel over dead, and reaches out to take two of Angel's hands in hers to squeeze. Friend is here, nothing else matters yet! Even if the way he's acting is super sus, he's probably in shock from his DYNAMIC ENTRY to an ALIEN PLANET. That's the story she's sticking with until proven otherwise. Nobody needs that stress.

"Everyone's doing great, Angel! We've got four different Alastors, two Pentiouses, and we haven't even had any..." A glance towards her ex-piano. Another glance towards the radio demon brushing himself off. "... *Major* damage! I'll show you your room, if you want!"

Alastor

“No major damage *yet,* anyway! There’s still time to knock down a lighthouse or two!” He sounds absolutely gleeful.

At the moment, he doesn’t trust Angel at all. The dramatic entrance is perfectly fine, of course—he’d do no less himself—it’s this *insistence* that Alastor not check in on their universe. He absolutely needs to check in on it, as soon as possible.

But he’d rather hear about it from Angel first.

Not in front of their host, though. For the moment, he continues quietly straightening out his clothes and bones.

Angel

" PROPERTY DAMAGE ~ " he sang with a playful swing of their clasped hands, " Ain't a party wit'out a HEFFER of a BILL... " Angel then shadowed Valera's glances. Might be true of _some_ places, but certainly not HERE, his best friend's grand estate they've opened to such a handful of sinners out of the goodness of their heart.

" Sorry... about ya piano, though. I'll get ya a new one! " _No, you won't._ " I've got connections! " _Not anymore._ " Might not 'ave any special Veci designin' on it, but I'll do ya good! " _You just made THE worst mistake of your life. You're fresh OUT of GOOD._

**_YOU'RE never gonna know peace AGAIN._**

" I'm ON YA TAIL. Lead the way ~ " Angel belted playfully with a brush of those flickering fins and a glance back at Alastor. " Ya all good, there? If y'all wanna finish ya song later, I've got m'strings on me ~ "

Valera

"What, you want to replace my piano?" She scoffs, arms reaching up to give Angel's shoulders a gentle squeeze before dropping down to twine a hand with his. "Darling. Mio caro, I don't care about that old thing. You're alive! You made it here! You're in one piece! That's all that matters to me."

Trilling cheerfully, she rocks in place. Hand in hand with her best friend, safe in her home, decidedly not murdered by Heaven's dogs. The ominous stress could come later, for now she had to be a host. "We'll get you set up with a room, get you a warm meal, and then we can all play some music together, since you've so *generously* offered. Sound good to you two?"

Alastor

"Considering what happened the last time I tried to sing it, I think continuing 'I Will Survive' would be tempting fate." He plays the whistling sound of a falling missile and a distant explosion. "You don't both need me there to assign a room, do you? Perhaps I should head down to the kitchen and get that warm meal going!" Angel certainly hadn't gotten anything to eat at that big overlord function, Alastor would bet anything on that.

Angel

Angel clung to Valera's words and the way she fussed over him with such tender loving care like a lifeline. _This_ was what he deserved, ( wasn't it? ) He planted a kiss off her temple and smiled meekly. " Sounds good t' me! But uh, " he started with a sweep of a free arm in Alastor's direction, " Ya just gonna up an' be a host e'rywhere ya go? Valera ain't got this place staffed better than ours so you can chill? I'm already here, an' no one CRASHES as hard as ME ~ "

Valera

"Oh, I don't know, Alastor. Maybe tempting fate is where the REAL entertainment is."

Valera snorts, idly plucking a few stray splinters off of Angel's fluff. "I'm pretty sure I'd have to hold him at gunpoint to keep Alastor out of the kitchen. And unlike you, I simply don't have enough arms to keep all four in check. You might as well accept your fate of trying alien cuisine prepared by the radio host himself."

Alastor

“TEMPTING fate, sure! But it loses some of its charm when fate succumbs to temptation and pile drives me!” He pauses thoughtfully. “Although ‘falling man lands on innocent grand piano’ is a delightfully ironic twist, isn’t it?”

He flings an arm around Angel’s shoulders. “You’d rather have me cooking, anyway! Valera’s helpfully provided a list of Veci recipes that are *edible* to humans—but I’ve been tweaking them to make them *palatable* to humans.” Palatable by Alastor’s standards, anyway, which are either “freakishly high” or “raw bloody meat” with basically nothing in between.

Angel

Angel combed some more splinters from his chest with his hand before abruptly bending his knees to level with Alastor's pull. " Guinea piggin' it is, then! I don't think ya ever made anythin' I passed on. " Raw bloody meat included. _Everything_ was appetizing after a hard day's work. " DO ya worst ~ " With a pat of his back, he again took Valera's hand. " I'll sample the edible stuff anyways, t' compare an' not let all ya hard work go wastin' ~ "

Valera

Gods, Angel was comically tall compared to the other two, it was easy to forget that the spindly spider was slouching all the time. She purrs and gives Angel's hand a squeeze, bumping her nose to his cheek in the approximation of a kiss. "You're a peach."

A moment, and she turns to lead Angel away. So much to do! Did she have brushes..? Yes, she could brush him off, make sure he was splinter free without needing a whole shower... Don't mind her, she's already ten steps ahead trying to figure out how many extra pillows she should put on his bed.

Alastor

“Sample shmample! You’re getting a full plate. I’ll bet the closest thing you got to a proper meal at that party of yours was an olive in your martini.” He half-bows in farewell, and leaves them to head for the kitchen.

Angel

_Well he wasn't WRONG._ If memory served him, that last shot wasn't meant for his taking, either. Lightly chewing the inside of his cheek, he gave Alastor a shallow curtsy and fell into Valera's stride.

" So ~ ! " Angel whistled as he panned his sights over the architecture and decor of the hallway, affectionately hooking his arms about Valera's elbow and shoulders. " How big IS this place? I been t' Hell's palace fa a job before, but if I learned ANYTHIN' about VECI... " He snorted to himself before he could even finish his joke. " Y'all's style is... _outta this world ~_ "

Valera

Valera saunters along, an arm looping around Angel in return to give him the gentlest squeeze. "That joke was *terrible*, darling. As far as the estate goes? Fifty bedrooms, twenty of which are meant for guests, twenty nine for staff, and then the master bedroom. Though I'd call it more of a master apartment, the previous owner sure liked having plenty of space to themselves."

The size of the place was really one of the reasons Val barely ever visited this place, too much room. But that made it perfect for this visit. Space, isolation, plenty of areas for sinners to hide away if they needed privacy... And bedrooms big enough for the stupidly tall sinners to feel comfortable in. Here's Angel's! A twelve by ten four poster bed, white marble and gold from floor to ceiling, a balcony suitable for any necessary brooding or swooning over a sea view... Just what a spider needed. Plus a tiny orange ball comfortably sleeping in the middle of that luxurious bed, but don't mind him.

#extermination party palace #autokrates #sluttyspiderpolkacock #chat log

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mother-snake · 4 years

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(hello there! I’m not quite sure if this will end up working as planned but I’m going to hopefully write something with small bounds of fluff and super angst. Sorry for anything that may make you emotional) warning: angst, drinking, major character death, tears, mourning (tell me if i need to add more here pls!)

I will say that this will hopefully be a tear jerker.

-Janus reflects back on everything that lead him to where he was, standing in between the subconscious and the mind palace. He hopes that the others can one day learn to forgive him for all he has done to hurt them-

Janus glanced around the commons. Everyone was busy doing things. To help Thomas. He had just gotten home from a busy day at school> Logan was filing away all that he had learned.

Romulus was busy giving Thomas ideas of what he could do later today. Patton was keeping him out of trouble.

Anger was trying to keep himself distracted from something Patton had said.

Anxiety was keeping Thomas alert as normal.

It was the shift in the air that made everyone look at the screen that projected all that Thomas was seeing. His mother was standing over him with a scowl.

Patton had quickly filled them in. Thomas had sneaked a cookie earlier and had now been caught. Patton wanted to fess up the truth. But he didn’t have time.

Janus quickly began to talk. Giving Thomas the tools to escape the situation. “say that it wasn’t you, but one of your brothers.”

Everyone sighed as the situation fizzled down. But not before his mother said something that would be a catalyst to every event to happen in the future. “you better not be lying young man; you know that’s its wrong.”

Thomas muttered something, conniving his mum that it couldn’t have been him.

Everyone in the room froze at her words. But on one was in more shock or disarray than the self-preservation.

He didn’t even realize he had been crying until he felt a pair of arms wrap around himself. Soon a tilde wave of tears was pouring from his eyes.

The smell of fresh berries made him know that the figure who was holding him was Romulus.

Then, another pair of hands were hugging him. They were holding on tight.

He stood their crying for another ten minutes. exhausted and emotional. He wasn’t doing wrong by lying, was he? He was protecting Thomas. Right?

Janus smiled at the memory as he sat alone in the dark sides communal area. He was the final one. The last dark side.

A half empty bottle of wine sat next to him in his position of tucked away in the corner of the room. He had been there for two weeks now.

The face that they didn’t need to eat giving him barely any life in his system.

To anyone who walked in the room. They would be able to smell the alcohol that he had. They would look at him and think that he could have been a corpse.

Pale skin, deep bags under his sunken eyes that no longer held any sign of joy or happiness.

He had been around since the beginning. Second oldest. And the most alone he had ever been. Virgil left; Remus left. Orange… orange was gone. And here he was.

Sitting in the dark. Waiting to be called a villain. Waiting for someone to insult his name and scales.

He smiled weakly… he supposed he was always the villain. Intentionally or not…

He took a small sip from the bottle. Numbing his feelings as best as he could.

Loving can hurt Loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard You know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

They hadn’t been having a good week. Thomas was in the final years of school. Ever since that one small incident years ago. Things had quickly changed.

One being the fact he now had scales. That the colors he once loved were now monochrome. That his left eye no longer functioned. His fangs occasionally caused his lips to bleed.

He had begun to spend more and more time away from the others. The more he was surround them. The more he could taste the lies. That they weren’t scared of him. That they loved his scales. They were bitter on the tongue. And his heart only cried out in pain with each lie they spoke. Not knowing he already knew.

So that’s how he found himself cooped up in his room for the third day in a row. No one had come to lure him out. He was aware of the occasional times that anxiety would sit down by his door. He wouldn’t speak but it was enough for him to know that someone was there. That at least he still had his younger brother.

But right now, that wasn’t the case. A loud growl erupted from his stomach. He pushed himself over to face the alarm on the side of the desk. That lay on the other side of the room. Ah, it was morning.

He pushed himself up and out of the bed and over to the door that lead to the very bright hall. only when he opened the door. He was met with a very dark shade of grey. He turned to look down. Two other doors were placed in the hall.

He could eliminate Patton’s though. None of them were smothered with stickers.

He made his way over to the first door and gave a couple small taps. Movement from the other side could be heard before the door opened to reveal anxiety.

He looked at the deceitful side with confusion. “something’s happened. Look at the hall,” he muttered nervously.

And so, he looked past the other to see that the hall had changed. “do you know who’s door that is?” “angers. So, I take it you don’t know what has happened then?”

He shook his head. He really wished he had a single clue.

Then he felt it. An absolute searing pain splitting through his skull. He dropped down to his knees and screamed in pure pain.

The noise he made must have been loud enough cause anger burst out his door and turned to face the scaled side who was curling up on the floor crying out in pain. Tugging on his hair and digging his nails into his scalp.

It was another five minuets of whatever happened before he passed out in pain.

He awoke in his room. A dull throbbing coming from his head. He was on something soft… a bed? But the last thing he remembered was being on the cold floor?

He opened his eyes and winced at the bright light that flooded his vision. But it was blocked by three figures.

When his vision finally focused, he could easily identify anxiety and anger. But the other he couldn’t tell. “scales isn’t dead!” he cheered.

“who?” “my name is Remus! I’m the best half of Thomas’s imagination.”

It hit him like a ton of bricks. “wait… what happened to Romulus,” he whispered.

No one responded immediately, “I split in two! Thomas didn’t like his more realistic thoughts so he split us in two!”

That was the day Remus had joined them and the day he had lost his best friend. But Remus still seemed to like him. over the course of time he had quickly realized that the other hadn’t been afraid of his scales. He remembered that on his days that he would lock himself away, the other would bash down his door and cuddle his feelings away.

But he wasn’t here anymore. He hated him. There was nothing he could think about that could ever fix what he had destroyed. Shattered. A friendship that was supposed to be unbreakable. And it fell apart when he had lashed out at the others brother.

He was a fool. He was nothing but a villain. We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken Times forever frozen still

Thomas was in high school now. Virgillius or Virgil as he liked to be called; had been pushed farther than his limits could allow as anxiety and had slowly morphed into paranoia. Remus was thriving in the environment.

Orpheus had been in his room for a long time and it was starting to get Janus nervous. He was one of the few that would spend as little time inside his room as possible.

So, when he woke up one morning and saw a door missing, he mediately began to panic and banged on the others door. When they had realized what had got him in such a panic, they were clearly in distress as well. He was middle child out of everyone. But he was still a child none the less.

It had been two weeks. And nothing had changed. Well… much. Thomas was still angry, just not as much as he used to be. And that was when it hit them like a ton of bricks. He was gone.

Not missing, not with the light sides, Orpheus was dead, faded. And nothing was going to be able to bring him back.

A side shaped hole appeared in their small group that day. Fear was also deeply rooted into them. “I want to make a promise,” Remus began, “that no matter what happens. No matter what we say, we stick together. If there is a chance, we could meet the same fate, then we can try and protect each other.”

Virgil and Janus smiled and nodded. “the I agree to do the same.” “me too.”

“come on, virgin and anus, you’re going to make me cry,”

They hugged and didn’t let go. Not for hours.

That was a promise he took seriously. He had never forgotten what had been said.

But he knew the other two had. That or they didn’t care about him anymore. A blank feeling spread in his heart. One that was sorrowful and painful. He hated it, he wanted it to go away and never come back.

He let a few stray tears fall as he shakily stood up. using the wall to support himself.

He was barely able to keep himself standing. He needed to get to this destination. Cause as soon as he did… well… the villain of their story would be no more.

That thought caused a shaky smile.

So you can keep me Inside the pocket Of your ripped jeans Holdin' me closer 'Til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone Wait for me to come home

Five years ago. That’s when he started to lose Virgil. He had gone to the others as a spy of sorts. Gather information and make his presence known.

No one had made it easy… but the more and more he went. The more he seemed to change. His paranoia slowly draining. He was becoming anxiety once again. As happy as he was for the other, that he was no longer overworking. He was worried.

He had started locking himself in his room. And then one day… Thomas began to act in ways that didn’t make sense. it was no secret that he needed Virgil to play his part. With Virgil being his fight or flight. He had to feed small lies to Thomas. He was his self-preservation.

So, when Thomas stopped listening to that part of him… he began to get scared. That he had tuned him out.

Then… then Thomas was suddenly back to normal. He had been in his room when he felt the shift.

When he opened the door… a small part of him became crushed. Where an apparently (he couldn’t tell) purple door should have been was a wall. And a small part of him knew why. The other side had been accepted as a light. His baby brother was gone. He was with the light sides.

When he reentered his room a few days later, he found a black hoodie neatly folded on the middle of his bed.

He didn’t take it of for a month straight.

He was wearing it now. It had lost his scent of coffee and cinnamon. It had lost it for a year now.

The destination still quite far away. He summoned his cane. a neon green bow was there. An old sash…

He took his gaze of it. Pulling one of the loose pieces and placing it on the communal sofa.

He gingerly peeled away the black hoodie. The bowler hat on his and his cape joined the pile. He would have left the cane as well if he didn’t need it to walk right now.

He summoned a piece of paper and began to shakily write. He placed the paper on top of the objects and began to hobble to his next destination. Loving can heal Loving can mend your soul And it's the only thing that I know (know) I swear it will get easier Remember that with every piece of ya And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

He rose up. he had done it. he had revealed himself. He stood still for a couple seconds.

Remus was standing there grinning away to the other.

He had seen it go down. But he had been there he knew of his existence. He had begun to ask himself if he was a good person… this was the start.

It was months later before he made his next appearance in the courtroom. He had been so close to victory. Of getting Thomas to finally do something. But god forsaken morality… its always him. He had been the one Thomas listened to the most.

This was a perfect example of why that was a bad thing.

He had been so close. If princy would have just admitted that he wanted to go to the call back and pushed against Patton. They may have actually succeeded.

He took of his hat and sat down on the sofa. Remus was busy in the mind scape as of right now. Then he had the thought.

He quickly sent a wave of emergency over to the other side in hopes he would come for at least a minuet.

“what you need double dee?” “Thomas wants to be more honest with himself.”

“and what does that have to do with me?” “you’re the most honest person I know. I think it’s time he learned what can happen when he wants to be completely honest.”

Remus let a wild smile appear on his face. Janus smiling as well, this may cause some issues. But he was sure that Remus could try and set him somewhat straight.

If he had known that the small conversation between Remus and the others would end up with him being an accepted part of Thomas. He doesn’t think he would have sent the other.

And it’s been just him since then.

The green sash had been given to him before the conversation. He wondered if Remus knew what was going to happen would take place.

He grew closer to his destination.

We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts were never broken Times forever frozen still

He sunk out and re appeared in the dark space. He had told them his name… he had compared roman to Remus… he had called his best friend evil.

He let out a choked sob and collapsed to the ground. Oh god… what was wrong with him.

‘did you forget that he’s evil?!’

Those words had been like knives in his heart. He didn’t want to be the villain… who wants to be the villain?

Why did he have to have the scales? Why did he have to have the messed up eye? Why couldn’t he see color like he once did when he was a naïve child?

He wished he could take back all he had said. But it was too late now, wasn’t it?

Three weeks later and he had slowly begun to change. He wore different clothing, wanting to look friendly. He tried to change his attitude. He tried so hard.

Then he felt that familiar pull and he followed it to the place next to Logan where he seemed to be appearing more often now.

“Janus?” Thomas looked perplexed at his new look.

He had a long-sleeved yellow top and plain black jeans. It was plain compared to his usual dramatic appearance.

“what do you need today Thomas,” he stared blankly at the other.

The conversation went on from there. Virgil hadn’t been to happy with him. Remus glared daggers at him. Patton had looked over to see if he was okay a couple times and Logan looked concerned. But you would have to look close to see it.

“okay, since no one else is asking. What are you up to deceit,” Virgil growled, “no one. Especially you shows up without some sort of plan. So, what is it.”

He had taken a couple seconds to process what had been said before he realized his plan of changing his clothing had been thrown out the window. He clearly didn’t trust the fact that he was changing his attitude either. “I can assure you Virgil, I’m not planning anything.” “an how can I trust what you say? How can I trust what you say when you consistently lie.” “you don’t. you don’t have to trust me, I never asked you too. So, I don’t expect you to. Not after everything I’ve done.”

His response was met with silence. Virgil just stared at the other with wide eyes.

“seeing as I am clearly not wanted, I shall take my leave. And Remus? Can you tell your brother I’m sorry, I have a feeling he doesn’t want to see me.”

He left without another word. And that had been the last time he had seen any of them.

The door came into view. It was a sleek black. He could tell even with his color blindness.

It opened with a click. He pushed it open as best as he could and made his way into the black abyss. There were grey swirls moving around almost like mist in a windy day…

His legs gave out under him. He had spent too much energy.

Then…his vision began to flicker. He let his tears pour as purples, blues, reds and greens swirld around in the once grey mist.

At least he could die knowing he had seen something beautiful;

one.

Last.

Time. So you can keep me Inside the pocket Of your ripped jeans Holdin' me closer 'Til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone

He smiled as he saw his body slowly dissolving into a white ash. His final thoughts being one of peace. He was finally free…

After all… who would save the villain?

And like that… he was no more.

And if you hurt me That's OK, baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won't ever let you go

Logan had been standing with the others when he felt a searing pain erupt in his chest causing him to collapse and scream in pure pain.

Thomas had been caught off guard by what had happened. it had taken ten minutes for the pain to die down. By which time Logan had fallen unconscious form the pain.

Remus scanned the room. Everyone was there except one person. “timothy, can you summon deceit for us?” “yeah, may I ask why?” “something similar happened to him when we were younger and I want to know if this is similar,”

He saw Thomas trying to summon the other. But nothing happened. And then dread set in like wet cement hardening. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one with the knowing feeling.

His head snapped over to Virgil. He was sitting on the stairs. They had both remembered that day. And several thoughts danced through their head.

“looks like were taking a trip to the dark side,” Virgil mumbled as he shakily stood up. the adrenaline rush slowing from his thoughts making his legs weak. “what do you mean? Is something wrong with Janus?” Patton asked worriedly. “ the last time this happened. It happened to Janus. Orange, your anger faded.” Remus said to Thomas. “what.” Patton gasped along with roman.

“can we go, Thomas we need you to take us there.” “okay. What do I need to do?” Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home

The first thing that hit their noses was the slight smell of alcohol radiating from a couple wine bottles that sat neatly on a table.

The first thing they saw was a room that looked like a storm had blown over a several stacks of paper. Virgil kneeled down and looked at the paper. It was old drawing from when they were children. Crudely drawn figures. But it was easy to identify the figures.

“heh, he really did keep them all, didn’t he?” Remus laughed.

“um guys? I think you might want to see this.” Thomas yelled as he stood by the dining table near the back of the room.

Everyone came over and started with wide eyes. Remus’s old sash, Virgil’s old hoodie. A cape and bowler hat on the pile. The rim of the hat holding a neatly folded letter.

Oh you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat Where I should be Keep it deep within your soul

Dear anyone who cares,

I know I’m not wanted. No one mourns the villain. Sorry to whoever had to deal with the pain. I would have left my staff but things happened and I went with it.

I’m sorry for hurting you all. I’m sorry you had to put up with me. Lying is wrong after all. I haven’t ducked out. There was a room I came across long ago. One I hoped none of you would ever find. And you didn’t. Thomas will still feel my effects. But I won’t be there as a physical manifestation anymore. Ill simply be a function. Nothing more.

Thanks for putting up with me

-the villain. And if you hurt me Well, that's OK, baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won't ever let you go

The scream that came from Remus was painful to listen to. Not because of the loudness. But because of the pain that filled it.

The anguish that filled the loud noise. He had lost his best friend… he had lost his best friend… he had…. He… he cried louder. His brother wrapped his arms around as he let loose a couple of his own tears. Regretting any words, he had ever said to the other side that no longer was here.

Virgil stood there numbly remembering the last thing he had ever said to the other. It had been so long ago… but it felt like a bleeding wound that would never close. He had lost his big brother. The one who had kept his drawings. Helped him through panic attacks. Helped him when he couldn’t sleep. and he could thank him for all he had done.

He felt Patton latch onto him as small trickled down his cheeks… he couldn’t even say sorry.

Thomas stood there not knowing what to do. A vicious amount of guilt latched onto him. His knees buckled as he fell to the ground holding onto deceits hat. Tears burst like water coming from a faulty pipe.

He had lost a friend. Sure, they hadn’t been close. But he knew the other well enough. he wished he could have properly accepted him as a part of himself like he could have Remus and Virgil.

Logan was numb. He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. In that moment he wished he could have felt something instead of the emptiness that filled him.

They stayed there for a small while longer. Not leaving eahothers side.

When I'm away I will remember how you kissed me Under the lamppost Back on 6th street Hearing you whisper through the phone "Wait for me to come home"

They mourned for their friend.

#Janus sanders #janus angst #logan angst #logan sanders #Roman sanders #Sander sides #thomas sanders #Virgil sanders #patton sanders #angst #majour charachter death #dark #tw suicice #mourning #not happy #sad ending

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achtung-attitude · 3 years

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CHAPTER 42: Smooth Criminal - Part 3

The siblings lived off the grid for four years, scrounging their way through adolescence, making their way through acts of petty crime. As the War on Terror turned sour and the world’s finances crashed into global recession, Knowles and Toto each developed into hardened criminals in their own right.

By the time Knowles was 18, as well as dealing drugs, the two siblings were robbing banks, with Toto scouting and planning the heists, while his sister used her talent for violence to commit the acts. Together, they had an almost flawless record of success.

Despite this, Toto clung to his vices, spending as much time as he could high on marijuana. One night, Knowles returns to their then-residence, a disused and abandoned building in Watts, to find her brother in his usual state of intoxication. He reclines on a fine couch, staring listlessly at a flat-screen television.

“Wake the fuck up!” she shouts, kicking the sofa.

Toto doesn’t flinch. “Oh hey. I wasn’t sleepin’...” he says drowsily, “How’d the deal go?”

“4,000 bucks for that load of skag from last week. Fuckng’ chump change, but forget that! Have you even moved from that spot today?! All day, you sit there while I’m out keeping us fed!”

“Nah, I did… I did move today, I went to the bathroom like an hour ago, and--”

“Shut up!” his sister shouts, knocking the TV off of its counter and sending it shattering on the floor. “What the hell’s the matter with you?! You’re one of the smartest people I know, and you waste all your time and money on pot!! Are you trying to prove Aunt Janet right about you?! You want what she said to be true?!”

“... She was right, wasn’t she?”

Knowles pauses. “... What?”

“Aunt Janet said I was scum, and she was right.. So’s e’rybody. E’rybody thinks they’re somebody, but they ain’t… Dad mattered, he was somebody. He did e’rything right, e’rything he was s’pposed to do. Mom too. And then somebody walked to ‘em and shot ‘em in they fuckin’ heads. I couldn’t stop it… I couldn’t stop it. Because I don’t matter… Nobody matters…”

“Toto…” Knowles begins, uncommonly soft.

“That’s no way to think at all, young man,” a voice from the doorway chides.

Knowles was sure she locked the door behind her, and even if she hadn’t, she should have heard the latch click and the hinges swing open. But when she turns, she finds an old black man, standing as if he had been there the whole time. He is frocked in a white coat and wide-brimmed hat, with a gentle smile spread along his face.

The preacher removes his hat and raises it over his head, a gesture of salutation. “Good evening to the both of you! My name is--”

Knowles pulls her gun out of the front of her pants and fires four shots into the old man. He stumbles backwards and hits the wall, still clutching his hat. But a moment passes, and he simply gets up and brushes himself off right before Knowles’ horrified eyes. There is no blood, no wounds, nor even any bullet holes in the preacher’s clothes.

“Aaahh…!” he exclaims, like he just received a massage, “I thank you for that. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. As I was saying--”

“RAAAAGHH!!!” Knowles roars and unloads her weapon on him, emptying the remaining 14 rounds into the preacher’s body. Once that clip is empty, she produces another from her pocket, reloads, then empties that as well. Still, once finished the preacher starts to get up, none the worse for wear.

“Knowles…!” Toto says as his sister is about to produce a third clip of bullets. “I don’t think it’s workin’...”

Knowles scowls. She keeps her pistol trained on the old man, but she doesn’t reload it. “May I speak now?” The preacher asks, and Knowles finally lowers her pistol. “Good evening to the both of you!” he repeats in the same tone of voice as before, even raising his hat in the exact same way, “My name is Brother Dust, and I’ve come to introduce myself as an admirer of your work. You may, perhaps, have already heard of me?”

“No,” Knowles spits.

“I have…” Toto says, blinking out of his lethargy, “You’re the preacher man. You was around back in ‘92… During the riot...”

“Oh!” the preacher man exclaims, clapping his hands in delight, as he takes off his hat and places it on the counter where the TV was. “That’s good! Wonderful, this won’t take up too much time, then! Speaking bluntly, I’ve been following your activities closely for the last several seasons, and I am impressed! Most within the industry are convinced the recent campaign of bank robberies are the work of an entirely new, upstart gang, but I recognized the unmistakable touch of an independent entrepreneur. I was sure that it could only be the work of one, or at the most, two bold souls. And lo and behold, here you are! Like the Good Book says:

Beware you of the leaven of the Pharisees, which is hypocrisy.

For there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be known. Therefore whatever you have spoken in darkness shall be heard in the light; and that which you have spoken in the ear in closets shall be proclaimed on the housetops.

That’s the Gospel of Luke. Chapter 12, Verses 1-3. Do you know the meaning of this particular passage?”

Knowles stares at him blankly.

“Christ warns His apostles against the sin of the flesh,” Dust continues, “the chief among them being hypocrisy and the fear of death. The soul, He declares, is immortal. No Pharisee or man of violence can ever lay hands upon it, so why fear them? One who preaches the True Word should have no fear in him but the fear of God. To fear the hands of men when one has been ordained by the Almighty? That is the hypocrisy of which Christ speaks.”

“What the fuck… are you talking about…?” Knowles asks at last.

The old man blinks and then laughs, waving his hands about embarrassedly. “Oh my goodness, me, sorry about that! There I go again, spouting theology! I’m afraid I tend to get too caught up in my devotion! This is your home, and I’m merely a guest here to present you with a proposition. Young man!” he says, turning to Toto, still slouched on the bed, “Please, don’t hold back on my account! By all means, indulge in your narcotic. ‘Take a hit’, as the young people say!”

Toto glances at his blunt and stares at the preacher. He seems to be trying to think of something to say, but eventually, he raises the blunt to his lips and inhales softly. About a second after he lowers it, his eyes bug out of his head and he starts coughing heartily.

“Toto?!” his sister cries, rushing to his side on the bed, “What’s wrong?!”

“I’m fine!” Toto replies, surprised. He raises his hand and stares at it with wide, completely lucid eyes. The high he was just enjoying appears to have dissipated like morning fog. “It’s like I smoked caffeine or something…!”

“Now that we’re all comfortable,” Dust says, drawing the siblings’ attention. He has sat down in the armchair adjacent to the couch, laying his hat on the coffee table. “I’d like to get to my proposition, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Neither sibling objects.

“In very simple terms, I’d like to recruit into my organization. Now I know what you’re thinking…!” he proclaims, raising his hands in theatrical defense, “You’ve both been doing very well for yourselves as an independent outfit, thus I recognize your disinclination to becoming subordinate to another! But consider this: An entrepreneur may indeed have the freedom to operate how he or she pleases, but the risk of failure is far greater. Luck, or rather Fate, plays a role in the success or failure of every endeavor, and sooner or later, all of us lose favor with Fate.

“But as part of a collective, you receive the protection of your peers. What I propose is not to simply join an organization, but to become part of an enterprise that will give you the means to awaken your true selves! To rise above and-!!”

“SHUT UP ALREADY!!” Knowles shouts. Dust pauses, his passionate pitch cooling into an amused grin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I don’t give a fuck!” Knowles continues, standing in front of the preacher with clenched fists. “Even if I gotta die for it, nobody tells me what to do!! All I want to know is how you did all that shit?! How’d I empty my piece on you and you don’t even flinch?! What the fuck even are you?!”

“... Were you not paying attention? I thought I explained earlier, remember? Luke, Chapter 12?” Dust raises a finger to his temple and taps it gently. “I am a preacher of the True Word, who does not know the death of the body. And the True Word is that the List is written. The ink is dry. Only those with pure souls will see Paradise. Those like me, and like you.”

“Pure…?”

“Yes. Only those with pure souls can become vessels of divine power. Your brother achieved purity through the banishment of desire, wanting nothing, giving himself over to the flow of Fate. But for you, my dear, your soul has been purified by the fire of hatred. The overwhelming desire to control, to consume. That is why you will both make excellent vessels.”

“That’s such bullshi--!!” Knowles begins advancing towards the old preacher, but a hand on her shoulder gives her pause. She turns to see her brother standing behind with a serious look on his face.

“... We’re interested.” Toto says to Dust, sounding more sensible than he has in years.

“... The hell we are!!” she yells, slapping his hand away. She expects him to recoil from her then, backing away from any confrontation, but to her surprise, Toto stands firm and looks her in the eye.

“We should hear what he’s got to say,” he says. “You saw what he can do. If… If he’s talking about what I think he is, then we might--”

“Fuck that!! Weren’t you listening before?! Even if I have to die, no one tells me what to do! Especially not you!!”

“Do you wanna stay here forever?!” Toto shouts, stunning his sister into silence. “Holdin’ up banks for the rest of your life, never changing anything?!” He calms down, lowering his voice, but his intensity does not dissipate, focusing into a quiet determination. He points at Dust and says, “He’s got… some kind of ability. Something that makes him special. And he’s offering to give us the same kind of ability… Can you afford to miss this chance? Don’t you still have something you need to do?”

Knowles opens her mouth to retort with some sharp, biting remark, but nothing comes to her. She stares into her brother’s eyes and sees strength in them she had never seen before.

A moment of silence passes. At the end of it, she sighs, her tense muscles relaxing slightly, but not fully. Her hands remain in fists as she turns to the preacher man. “... I don’t pray.”

The preacher man smiles brightly and rises from his seat. “Worry not!” he beams, retrieving his hat, “Whether consciously or not, all our actions aid the will of a higher power…”

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #achtung attitude #dust #knowles #toto #ch42

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diddlesanddoodles · 4 years

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Dumpling ch. 23

Whether he knew it or not, Keral had left her with a great gift.

“...I don’t think ya were ‘is true target.”

Those words were as freeing as rusty shackles being cut from her wrists and she felt as though she could happily burst into song. For months it seemed as though her entire being had been weighed down by her nightmares and the memory of the catacombs and for the passed week, the image of that man. Then all at once it was no longer a great weight, but a feather she could easily dust off her shoulder. She had faith that Keral would track him down and Maevis, now having a sense of the deviant’s magic, would know if another assault was coming. He couldn’t touch her.

Oh, what a marvelous feeling it was.

Sawyer noticed the change in her immediately when it came time to start gathering Nenani’s things and preparing for her to be released.

“I take it whatever Keral had to say was good news?” she asked, rolling Nenani’s dress up her arms so as to better help the girl slip into it. Nenani nodded fervently as she pulled on her slippers and then raised her arms. Sawyer tugged the wool dress down over the girl and gave the hem a good pull before standing. “Usually, folks leave conversations with him frustrated and pissed off.”

“He’s nicer than he acts,” Nenani replied, smiling so hard it almost hurt. “Farris is like that too.”

“Oh, I know,” Sawyer said with a knowing smile and then laughed. “Farris scared the ever living piss out of me when I fist came to live here.”

Nenani grinned. “He says he does that to all the humans.”

“See, Yaesha didn’t both to tell me that I needed to keep my marker on me at all times, so when I went to go ask if he had any dried mugwort, Farris thought I was trying to steal it and it was like the market all over again. He put me in a cage and did his big bad giant ‘gonna throw ya in the fuckin’ stew’ thing. Only got things cleared up once Yaesha came looking for me. He had the decency to apologize, though. But Gods I really thought he was gonna eat me.”

“He did that with me too,” she replied. “Put me in a cage.”

“And you showed up during the feast right?” Sawyer asked with a pitying smile. “Oh, I bet those kitchens looked a proper fright with all the butchering they must’ve been doing.”

“Oh yeah.”

“And I bet them boys had a field day with ya too,” she said.

“Yale did, yeah.”

They waited on a table underneath the large window looking over the main room of the infirmary. It was cold outside and there was even frost along the window’s edge, but the sky was clear and they were pleasantly warm. When Yale finally showed up to take her home, she was almost giddy with relief. All through her recovery, Farris was the only one Yaesha permitted to visit her and his visits were few as the rebuilding of the kitchens was underway and took up most of everyone’s time. When the dark hair giant stepped into the infirmary, Nenani jumped to her feet and raised her arms above her head, waving like an idiot.

“YALE!” She cried excitedly from across the room, not even caring that the volume made her head ache.

Yale caught sight of her from the doorway and grinned widely, waving his arms above his head and mimicking her movements. “DUMPLIN’!”

Yaesha was very displeased at their volume and hissed at Yale, swatting at him disapprovingly. “If you don’t mind, sir! I do have other patients still recovering!”

“Sorry!” Yale quipped, clearly not sorry in the least, and happily scampered past the physician towards the table. Nenani was surprised when that instead of picking her up, he knelt down until he was eye level with both humans, his chin resting on the table top. His copper eyes sparkled as he took in the sight of Nenani. “Ready to go?”

Instead of answering him, Nenani sprinted over and with open arms latched onto his head. She nuzzled her face into the thick brush of his hair. Yale chuckled, it was a warm and pleasant sound. “Suppose that’s a yes, then?”

“Mm-hm,” she replied. Pulling away slowly, Yale looked to Sawyer who was watching them with a warm smile.

“You two are cute,” she said. “Now, before you go whisking her off, I’ve got some things to go over with you.”

Yale’s exuberant grin faded and he stood up. “Oh? Ah, right then.”

Sawyer grabbed up the satchel sitting at her feet and walked over to the pair. “These are some tonics and medicine for when she feels tender headed or dizzy. And some tinctures to help her sleep. She’s still recovering so she’ll be more fatigued then normal until she regains her strength. Don’t let her do anything too strenuous like climbing table legs or walking the bulkheads.”

“We didn’t let her do any ‘a the sort before!” Yale laughed. He looked down at Nenani and winked. “Guess we’re just gonna have t’ wrap ya in silk and set ya on a shelf fer a week or two, Dumplin’.”

She frowned. “But I’ve practically been doing that this whole time!”

Sawyer laughed, holding the bag out for Yale who carefully took it in one hand and slipped it onto his apron pocket. “I formally release her to your questionably responsible hands, Yale. She’s free to go.”

“Thanks, Sawyer. I – Oi! Wait a minute!”

Sawyer was still laughing as she walked away. “Take her home, Yale.”

Yale grumbled as though he wanted to protest, but his attention was draw down towards Nenani. She was pulling at his tunic. “Can we go now?”

“Okay,” he smiled, easing his hands around her and slowly applying pressure as though gauging whether or not he was hurting her. Once was assured she would break apart like cracked glass, he lifted her up and set her into the crook of his arm. “Really itchin’ to leave this place aren’tcha?”

She gestured for him to move in closer and he obediently bent his head down. When he was close enough, she whispered up to him, “It’s really boring in here.”

“Ah, well that won’t do,” he grinned. “Let’s go find some excitement, then.”

………………………………..

“Just a warnin’ to ya now, Dumplin’,” Yale said as he navigated the corridors. “Avery’s gonna wanna show off his scars. He’s very proud of ‘em.”

“Did you get hurt any?” she asked him.

“Me? Nah,” Yale replied flippantly. “Just fell on my arse a few times. Bart got himself a few nasty ones though. Gjerk almost lost an ear. Ah, but don’t look so down, Dumplin’. We’re all alive and that’s somethin’ to be grateful fer. Could’a been a whole lot worse than it was.”

A silence feel between them as a melancholy fell over Yale’s eyes. He turned left through an open door and ahead of them lied a set of stairs leading downward. The passage was gloomy and Yale paused just before the first step.

“Really thought we lost ya,” he said softly, copper eyes staring back at her mournfully. “No one had any idea where ya were in all the commotion. There was so much debris. We were diggin’ through the ruble in the kitchen when Lolly told us Maevis had ya and ya were alive, but hurt bad. Then Yaesha wouldn’t let anyone see ya...”

She leaned into him affectionately, burying her face into the fabric of his tunic. He smelled like thyme and fresh baked bread. “I’m okay now, though.”

He huffed a small humorless laugh, bringing her up closer to nuzzle her lightly. He closed his eyes and sighed. “I dunno what I’d ‘a done if we’d really lost ya. I promised ye I wouldn’t let anythin’ bad happen to ya and I here I go already breakin’ it.”

There was something inherently wrong seeing Yale so upset and she decided that she didn’t like it. So she slapped him on the nose.

“Ah! Oi, what was that fer?” He blinked at her in confusion. “That...actually smarted a bit.”

“I’m alright though, so there’s noting to be sad about,” she told him flatly. “So stop that.”

He eyed her with an incredulous smirked at her. “Are ye...are ye orderin’ me to stop mopin’?”

She grinned back him. “Yes.”

“Seven hells, she startin’ to sounds like Farris,” he muttered, but she was glad to see his cheeky grin again. “Lolly’s gonna have a right apoplexy.”

“If it makes you feel better,” she offered, “I promise not to fight anymore giant lizards.”

Yale laughed at that. A real laugh like she was use to hearing and it brightened her spirits greatly.

“Aye,” he said with a breathy chuckle. “I’ll be holdin’ ya to that now, Dumplin’.”

At the bottom of the steps, recognition hit and she suddenly knew where they were. Yale stepped of the last stair of the servant entrance and into what remained of the kitchens. It was bare now, all the ruble and debris from the attack had been cleared, but so had everything else. The tables, the tools, and all the food. All of it was gone. The fractured remnants of shelve were bare and in their absence one could fully make out just how much damage had been done. The hard stone floor was shattered with whole chunks missing and the rest covered in cracks that spider-webbed from impact sites. The green door to Farris’s spice pantry was broken with only pieces of the door remaining, hanging limply on their hinges. The windows were broken out and the stone archway was nothing but a gaping hole with wooden scaffolding now supporting what remained of the wall. The repairs had begun, but there was so much more to be done yet.

She stared in horrified awe of it.

“Depressin’ ain’t it?” Yale asked. “Took a whole slew of us three days to clear it out. Th’ masons are saying it’ll be a few more days before they get the wall and doorway fixed. The floor will be a bit longer since the cement has to set proper. By the end of this month we’ll be back in workin’ order.”

“How are you suppose to cook without a kitchen?” she asked. “Where are you even sleeping?”

“We’re managing alright with the braziers and some good ol’ ingenuity,” Yale explained as he left the ruins of the kitchen and out into the courtyard. “We took over one ‘a Verhn’s old storage huts and set up the cots in there. Little cramped, but it’ll do fer now.”

There was a fine frost across the yard and even a week after the event, Nenani could still see the ruin left behind. The stone walls surrounding them were marred with long gashes from hideous claws and great furrows had been reaped into the earth, plowing up the grass and stones. At the center was a dark spot, a center of charred and burnt earth.

Yale caught her staring. “Aye, that’s what’s left of the bastard. Well, they cleaned up the bones, but other than that...that’s all that’s left.”

Nenani felt chilled and she was not convinced it was because of the weather.

“Can we go?” she asked in a small, disquieted voice. Without a word, Yale was moving away and they left the courtyard behind.

“Sorry,” he said. “That was probably hard to see so soon after. Ye alright?”

“Mm-hm,” She nodded, rubbing her temples and pressing into Yale’s warmth. In her head, she could still see the milky white orbs of it’s eyes staring into her.

…………………………………

She could smell the cook fires before she saw them. That, and whatever they were preparing, sent wafts of perfumed mist through the air and Nenani’s mouth watered. She hoped there would be bread. They passed several footman and servants, but none paid them any mind as they entered the cook camp. The storage hut was larger than Nenani would have thought and a length of tawny canvas had been strung from the side and secured with stakes at the bottom, creating a make shift lean to which held the surviving lipper barrels. Another large canvas tent was settle on the other side of hut. Bart and Avery were both at a table near the largest fire, brandishing cleavers and hacking up the skinned carcasses of several sheep. Saen was at the cook fire, tending to a large cauldron that bubbled and boiled, leaking plumes of steam into the air. On the other side of the camp, a brazier had been set up and what looked like a giant oversized metal bowl had been set just above and heated by the fire beneath. But they had put it upside down so the curve of the bowl pointed towards the sky. It was there that she could see both Quinn and Kol. Kol was working a wad of dough between his hands, passing it hastily back and forth and stretching it out into a large flat disk so thin that light passed through it. Once he seemed satisfied with it, he slapped it onto the hot surface of the bowl. The dough immediately shrank inwards, bubbling some, and crisping up. In a matter of seconds, Quinn was using a long poker to stab at it and pull it off, chucking it into a basket with many more similar flat breads. Both Gjerk and Herit were pealing rhotas outside the door to the hut and she could see one of Gjerk’s ears had a sizable notch in it. Farris was no where to be seen.

“Oi! Fellas, look what I brought ya!” Yale hollered as he approached, lifting Nenani up above his head. The sudden increase in height startled her and bit down on a cry of surprise, grabbing at his writs for extra security. From all over camp, heads lifted from the focus of their tasks. Saen immediately left his spot by the cauldron and sprinted to meet them. He held out the long spoon which he had been using to stir the stew with and offered it Yale who looked at it confused.

“What?”

“You take this,” Saen instructed and almost as a compulsory reaction, Yale did so without issue. With his hands now free, Saen reached out and plucked Nenani from his fellow’s grasp and turned to walk back into the camp. “...and I’ll just be takin’ the lil’un fer a bit.”

“Oi now-!” Saen seemed very pleased with himself and only grinned wider as he poked Nenani’s side, eliciting a yelp that slipped into a fit of giggles as she tried to guard herself from the attacking fingers. The giant released his captive onto the table, keeping a grip on her for a second longer to make sure she had her footing before letting her go.

“Good t’be seein’ ya up and about, lass,” Bart said, adjusting his apron. “Ye can hardly even tell ya were almost snapped in two by a rabid wyvern.”

“Oi, Dumplin’, look here,” Avery said, a mischievous glimmer in his eye. He rolled up his sleeve up to his shoulder to reveal three long gashed across his bicep, long scabbed over. “Battle scars.”

“Bah, that ain’t nothin!” Bart snorted and rolled his own sleeve up, just to his elbow. Three similar gashes marred his forearm and the hair from the damaged skin had not yet grown back, making them appear more severe. Avery scowled at the butcher, slowly rolling his sleeve back down.

“Oh, I got one too!” Nenani said, pulling her collar down over her shoulder to expose the long slash. There was still slight bruising around it and the scar was an intense red in stark contrast to her pale skin. Despite it’s unsightly appearance, Sawyer and Yaesha both declared it to be healing just as it should. But at the sight of it, Avery sucked air between his teeth and Bart glowered. Both Saen and Yale were also looking at it with an oddly angry expression. Nenani frowned at their reaction.

“What?” she asked defensively and pointed to the red mark with a frown. “Battle scar.”

That seemed to bring them back and Bart laughed.

“Yer right, lass. That’s worthy of being called a battle scar,” the butcher conceded and then smiling, winked. “Just try not t’be so proud of it, eh?”

Saen barked a laugh at the absurdity of it all. “I’d show ya mine, but it’s not in a place fer polite society.”

Yale walked up behind the cook and smacked him on top of the head with the flat part of the spoon, the sound of it making a loud THWAK.

“SON-OF-A-!” Saen doubled over clutching his head. Laughing, Yale slipped the offending spoon into Saen’s hand. “Fuckin’...piece a….”

“No one wants t’see yer hairy arse, Saen,” he replied with a sly grin. He looked to Bart. “So where’s Farris? Figured he’d be here to welcome her back.”

Bart, having gone back to breaking down the sheep carcasses, only shrugged. “Couldn’t tell ya. He got a note a bit ago and went off. No mentionin’ of where he was goin’ or when he’d be back.” He eyed Yale knowingly. “But ya can be sure he expects this all to be finished by the time he gets back.”

“Aye. Will do. Has anyone started on the duxelle yet?”

“Herit’s still lookin’ fer the garlic,” Bart answered and then gestured to Nenani when Yale would have picked her up. “Ye can leave the lass with us fer a bit. It’s warmer over here besides.”

“Speakin’ of warm,” Quinn said, appearing behind Bart. Grinning, he held something up, held aloft between his hands. “Got somethin’ fer ya, Dumplin’.”

It was her quilt, the one Lolly and Ginger had made her. Somehow it managed to survive the chaos of the attack without even a single tear. The baker held it delicately between his hands as he came up to her and with one fluid motion, wrapped the surprisingly warm quilt around her. It smelled of bread and spices and Nenani wrapped it tightly around her, relishing in it and making a pleased hum. The heat sank into her sore body and eased the dull pain from her many bruises.

“And since I know fer a fact the food in the infirmary is right shit,” Quinn said, reaching into his apron pocket and pulling out a small portion of the flat bread he and Kol had been making. “Give this a try. Since we can’t use the ovens, we’re trynin’ out an Ibronian flat bread recipe.”

It was warm and soft with the underside hard and crispy from where it had adhered to the hot metal it had been baked on. The top was sprinkled with salt and an herb Nenani did not recognize. She bit into it and she immediately started salivating. The herb was lemony and sharp, but not overpowering and had a mellow pleasant finish. She took another, larger bite, cheeks stuffed as she happily chewed. “Mmmmmm...”

Quinn grinned and looked back across the camp towards Kol, giving him a thumbs up and calling back to him, “We got the Dumplin’s approval.”

And suddenly it was as though the passed week and a half had not happened at all. There were jokes and jeers as they all went about their work and the good humor continued on through the afternoon.

She felt warm and she felt safe and that was all she had ever wanted.

………………………………..

Night finally fell and the cook fires were extinguished. Everyone gathered inside the hut and sat in their cots to eat their supper, a simple affair of flat bread and hunks of hard cheese and ale. Still, there was still no sign of Farris.

“I wonder what’s keepin’ ‘im,” Kol mumbled around a mouthful of cheese.

“There’s no tellin’,” Bart replied, peering into it mug. “My guess is it’s somethin’ to do with the rebuildin’.”

“Maybe they’ll expand the kitchen,” Avery suggested. “We could do with more storage.”

“Be nice,” Yale agreed, breaking off a small chunk of cheese and handing it to Nenani who sat on his knee, still wrapped up in her quilt. “Maybe re-do the barracks.”

“I wouldn’t be hopin’ too much fer any ‘a that, lads,” Bart cautioned. “My guess is the treasury is balking at the cost and is tryin’ to cut corners.”

Quinn scowled. “Yer probably right too. Remember Thame’s face when Farris sent ‘im the cost breakdown fer the wedding feast? Bastard just about fainted.”

As Nenani chewed on her cheese, she became aware of a strange sound. It started as a low keen and was so soft she was not certain if she had actually heard it until it stopped. A few moments later, it started up again and she tilted her head, trying to pick up the sounds better.

“Ye alright?” asked Yale. Nenani blinked and shook her head as though to shake the low keen from her ears. “Yer head hurtin’ ya?”

“No,” she replied, squinted at nothing in particular. “Well, not very much. It’s just...I hear something funny...”

“Hm? Hearin’ something funny?” They were all quiet and the only sound was the crackling of the fire in the brazier set in the center of the hut. But then, the keen started up again. It seemed to carry on the wind, coming from everywhere and nowhere.

“That!” Nenano said excitedly, looking at everyone’s faces. “Can you hear that?��

There were several nods and murmurs of affirmation as they all strained their ears to pick up the noise. From his cot, Bart perked up as sudden recognition hit him.

“I know what that is,” Bart said grim faced. “Those are funeral horns.”

#Dumpling #G/t story #g/t fluff #hurt/comfort #Nenani #Sawyer #Yaesha #Yale #Farris #Bart #Saen #Quinn #Kol #fantasy story #ch 23

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mrsunderhill678 · 3 years

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Haha! I’ve written more shit!

“Tragedy don't define us, we do, and if we learn to define ourselves and stand above what others say you are, then you'll find, you're always gonna be uniquely, and beautifully, you." - Santa Levenson

“I, am not tethered to reality, I cut my strings and I'm floating up, up and away, gazing upon Earth as I burn amongst the stars.” - Melias Skinwalker

“Sweet dreams are woven of sinister means.” - Melias Skinwalker

"Our minds seek to undo us, shatter us, and show us that we ain't immortal, so must we too, conquer ourselves? That's all humans are, after all, conquerors of their own dynasty.” - Ben Stiltz

“There is a crushing weight on my chest, and yet, I rise every morning as if it were light as a feather.” - Rosalinda Kluskens

“It's often I wonder why scars are immortal but those who wear em ain't.” - Roan Scorpio

“I've always said when two wolves find themselves in the forest, they scratch and they tear at each other until only one remains, so I wonder, why is it, that I hold mah own heart from my maw, black blood drippin' from my damn lip?” - Roan Scorpio

“Every day, I'm facing a new girl in the mirror... But that's not a bad thing, I don't think.” - Lillian Graves

“To my family, I ain’t nuthin’ but my last name.” - Mikaelson Graves

“I live for a single reason, to protect my sister from the tragedy of this world, for her mind is fragile. A single blade of grass easily crushed beneath a boot. I have walked through the valley of death to protect that girl, and I've long since learned I am not he who walks through the valley, but the shadow cast over it.” - Starolf Wolfdiggson

“I ask the raven of my mind to sing to me a pretty serenade, but it gives unto me only dark poetry and words of the wise. My mind is my foe, battling against me as Odin battles against Fenrisúlfr, and it is often that I wonder, if my soul is my own ragnarok, the end of my times, but the start of a new beginning.” - Starolf Wolfdiggson

“I gaze upon the many stars in the sky and I wonder, are they fractured pieces of our wishes? And are we, fractured pieces of there's? Do we gaze upon the stars in wonder, while they gaze upon us in horror?” - Astrid Wolfdiggson

“Perhaps the dead have claimed the hearts of the living, and sought to make the world a grave.” - Astrid Wolfdiggson

“I am a sinner in the worst way, cause these days, I've managed to make murder inta monotony, the spillin' 'a blood is commonplace in this broken life I live. I could bury my hands in the snow and still I wouldn't feel a damn thing, I've quite simply put, gone numb. Don't remember what joy feels like, I used ta say it'd be better not ta feel, but now, I'm out here, runnin' my hands 'cross razors in a desperate attempt ta remember how humanity feels.” - Sampson O’Connel

“I'm locked up inside 'a myself, rattlin' this cage while holdin' the damn key. I'm sick, my throat's etched with anger and misery, an envious serenade of everythin' I ever were. I've spilled blood in anger, bled em just bout as red as the hate inside 'a me. Black and white melted inta crimson, leavin' my bootprints bloodied in the damn snow.” - Clayborne Pettygore

“Though justice ain't an easy road to take, it's a necessary one.” - Spike Francisco

“My skin is black and blue with bruises of the past.” - Spike Francisco

"We find ourselves in the funniest of ways now don't we? One man can be pushed to be the bravest hero you ever saw, and a man that walks the same path, can be twisted and corrupted until he's no longer recognizable... Take a gander at which man I am." - Cyrus Hollow

"You know, for all the wrong I's done, I ain't never asked forgiveness for the rights I done that ended wrong." - Sam Elltz

“Here we are, face to face with fear incarnate, battling darkness without a single star in sight. Guess heroes always do pay the price, huh?" - Austin Mulcrone

“Line us up one by one, kill all of us, burn every fucking bridge, Zafavri. Because someday, you're gonna wear that crown, and you're gonna learn that all a crown does, is add more weight.” - Troy Savarino

“Ya know, if I wanted ta torture you, all I'd have to do is give ya one step inside my God damn mind.” - Malik Druvebecker

"Fifteen years ago, the world went cold, and only the strongest 'a men and women survived. You lot, are lucky, to be standin' here today, cause far as I'm concerned, the world wants ya dead." - Sampson O’Connel

"The future is what you should be worried about, cause that's where I'll be with my revolver and my revenge." - Myrtle O’Kain

“He gave me his first draft and asked me to be a masterpiece.” - Merrick Stinson

“A dreamer's best is usually a fairytale.” - Sherwood Stinson

"This is war, brother, hero's blood is spilt more commonly than the opposer." - Sherwood Stinson

"What did I say? You pull that hammer back, you squeeze that trigger, I swear to God Randy, I'll make this town the next God damn Chernobyl." - Milos Fellwitz

"I'm sorry to say, Randy, but, someone's gonna die, and it ain't gonna be you! No. You get to live with the fact that you could'a done this the easier fucking way." - Romirez Fellwitz

"I've known that the day I ran with my child in my fucking arms, Tabatha, I knew I was dead the day I traded my life for hers, so, go on, swing that blade of yours at me, see how black your blood bleeds." - Walt Burrick

"I'm a warrior, bravery's in my blood and proven by my blade.” - Emily Cleave

“Her name was Labriel... She was mine for... For five minutes, for five beautiful fucking minutes, and that's all I have to cling onto... Five beautiful, fucking, minutes.” - Sheila Dakota

#writing #dialouge #author

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gasp-iwrotesomething · 4 years

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Love your account. Could you do R11 with Vince please and thank you

Thanks so much, anon, it means a lot to hear you say that! And of course, I’d be thrilled to write this for you! Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!

R11: “You’re worth running up a flight of stairs for.”

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The night had been dull, starless with the moon a slim sliver of pale light in the sky, and yet the city of Chicago was alight like a firework. Vince was a prodigy in the superficial fling of the city, his chiseled features and hazelnut eyes alive with the roar of wind flying by. Beside him sat MC, whose rouge curls flirted with the strong gusts and flapped behind her as Vince drove throughout Chicago. The two had just left the speakeasy, where gaggles of people in glitzy attire danced and drank and then danced again until their hearts were content. Everything had gone smooth, yes, but how it went was an afterthought to the two budding lovebirds. Vince had rumored to MC that he had somewhere he wanted to take her--somewhere where “even the Devil himself don’t dare to step a damned foot in”. That had given MC a pleasant curl of jitters and she felt her heart gallop like the winning horse in the Kentucky Derby. She had been put on autopilot for the rest of the night and her control boomeranged back only when she dared sneak a glance at Vince. He’d meet her impish gaze with an innocent smirk, then turn away to do Vince things--MC only had the eyes for the man who was doing them, what he did wasn’t her concern. Once the last drunken fellow stumbled out of the speakeasy, Vince sought out his redheaded beauty and swept her up into his car, his face split with a playful grin and a soft edge to his eyes. Vince kept his mouth zipped the entire way there and didn’t relent no matter how many times MC flashed her stricken puppy dog face. “That trick ain’t workin’ on me this time, doll,” Vince cheekily said as he winked, “these eyes gotta stay trained on the road unless you wanna spend the night in the ward.”

MC rolled her eyes, her ruby lips pouting at her cocky boyfriend. “I think I’ll wake up there if you don’t tell me where we’re going! Curiosity ain’t something I can handle, ya’ know!” She crossed her scrawny arms across her chest and gave the bootlegger a glare that could break any other man down--but not the resilient Vince Moretti. He merely chuckled and shook his head, amused at her dainty antics. “A few more minutes ain’t gonna kill ya’. Trust me, this surprise will make up for all of this denyin’ on my end.” MC’s pout doubled and she sunk into her seat, her posture resembling a toddler who just watched the candy store pass by outside the window. “It better, else you’ll be alone when we get there...” MC mumbled beneath her breath, just to be a brat, admiring the blur of colorless buildings flashing by. Eventually, Vince’s car pulled into the driveway of a deserted warehouse, the windows shattered and the walls smothered in moss. He parks and an eerie silence falls between them, evoking a sense of unease that spooked the small redhead. Shivering, MC spins to Vince with a confused and unsettled expression. “Vince, what in heaven’s name are we doin’ here? This place looks like there’s some ghouls camping out in the shadows.” The bootlegger shoots her a rakish grin and extends his hand, confident. His eyes are glazed with the kind of trouble that MC loved to see--it was the liquor that loosened MC better than any spa day could. Seeing their glare, it was difficult for the flapper to stay apprehensive--she wasn’t the type of gal to turn down a good time.

“Enough of the pessimism, dolly,” Vince scolds lightheartedly, “your surprise is gonna get cold and I don’t reckon the folks who helped me set it up would appreciate me squawkin’ for a refund.” Convinced, MC takes the hand offered and Vince guides the small girl out of the car, shutting the door behind her as he tugged her along. Before they further their journey inside the warehouse, Vince dips into a mock bow and kisses MC’s ghostly knuckles, his mouth a scrap of hot satin against her skin. MC flushes the curl of her lips and swats the sly bootlegger away as he snickers wickedly. Vince leads her inside to a surprisingly well-kept room, armed to the teeth with crates of what seemed to be miscellaneous odds and ends. A faint glow haunted the second floor which coerced MC’s eyes to the steely stairs and the rusted bars that lined the edges of the floor. Vince gestures to the light with his chin, still grinning like there was an ongoing inside joke MC was unaware of. “There’s your prize, MC. All you got’s to do is use your legs and hustle your pretty little way up those stairs.” He husks it like a challenge--cause it was--and a grin accompanied by an eye roll gathers on MC’s face. She releases his hand and does her inscrutably bossy stance--hands on the hips, brows perturbed, eyes daggers that stab all that lands under them. “Oh really? Thought you knew me well enough to know that I ain’t no gangly gal with no energy in her step,” MC berates the bootlegger as she walks to stairs, her effervescent curls bouncing as she tosses him a wry smile over her shoulder, “stairs like these ain’t got nothin’ on me.”

Vince trails behind her with his hands in his pockets, brown gaze scanning MC up and down--lingering particularly on her thin legs. She could practically taste the doubtful air that emanated from him and it had the flavor of cigar smoke--thick and smothering yet from afar it seemed like the precursor to a badass gang leader seated in a leather chair within a small office. “I know you alright, but I admit, I haven’t seen you race for a shiny prize in a long while. Can you blame me for wantin’ to see if you’re still the spry troublemaker I fell over my own feet for?” MC feigns offense to the comment and frowns--there was something that Vince wasn’t telling her and it seemed like he was belittling her, as if she was too skinny and petite to carry her own. “I’m still the same troublemaker you chauffeured to the speakeasy first day I got here, Vince,” she starts her journey up the stairs, transmitting a glance that could’ve been interpreted as a whole slew of things, “and you’re still the same ego-savvy bootlegger that I trusted back when Uncle Charlie was shot.” With that, she charges up the stairs and she can feel his eyes on her the whole way there, admiring the view of MC tiring her muscles out. The redheaded flapper reaches the top in no time, her curls frizzy from how they caught the wind. She plants her hands on her knees as she struggles to catch her breath, lifting one to give Vince a cheeky thumbs up. “Made it! Bet you can’t do... whew... better, Moretti!” MC jeers as she casts a curious glance at her surroundings, which unveils that the dim glow was actually of a cluster of candles stationed in the middle of a pristine table set. What in the world...? What is that supposed to be?

“Better? Than you?” Vince counters as his broad hand falls to his stomach, laughing subtly--it was almost comparable to lemon juice splashed in a wound to MC. “Please, I could run up those stairs faster than you can catch your breath, bearcat.” With that, the Italian bootlegger dashes up the cold metal which emits a loud clank, clank, clank as he lands at the top--barely a bead of sweat tainting his skin. MC pouts as she realizes he’s not even breathing that heavily while she was acting like she only had one functioning lung to live off of. “But it’s a real darb to waltz up these stairs and see a hotsy-totsy flapper... well, I ain’t no romance expert, but you’re worth running up a flight of stairs over.” Vince has a dumb smile careening on his face and MC socks him in the arm just to knock it off him, her own features bright as the flattery of his words reach her mind. It was sweet of him to say, but there’s tons more lines to use to declare your love for your woman! “Shut it, you sap,” MC chuckles as she pivots on her heel to the table behind them--the one with decor that was straight out of the most luxurious restaurants in Chicago, “now tell me: what’s with the table? Bootlegger biz not holdin’ up anymore or something?”

It was a teasing remark, one that reinvigorated her curiosity, which prompts Vince’s eyes to regain their mysterious yet impish glaze. He extends his gun-calloused hand and with a smirk sharper than any blade MC had ever know, he murmurs low into the night as if the shadows could hear him. MC suspected that he made his voice guttural just to play with the butterflies gathering in her stomach, and to be truthful, it works--marvelously.

“Was wonderin’ when the questions would start up again. Come on, let me show you your surprise, doll. It’ll explain everything; trust me.”

And she does, happily taking his hand like it was a familiar route; comforting and understandable.

Reliable.

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Thanks again for your request! Really loved writing some good ol’ Vince Moretti!

If you want to request something, here’s the Prompt List, here are the Guidelines, here’s Who I Write For, and here is where you can Request me.

#vince moretti #speakeasy tonight

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mssjynx · 5 years

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Ohmtoonz 3, “YOU! YOURE THE FUCKER WHO HUMILIATED ME FOR 23 YEARS.” thank you ^-^

ohmtoonz drabble

3. when your soulmate draws on their skin, it shows up on your skin too.

prompt: “YOU! YOURE THE FUCKER WHO HUMILIATED ME FOR 23 YEARS.”

Ryan had always been a shy boy. from when he was only learning to speak, to when he was applying for a technology degree; he wasn’t the boldest and he definitely wasn’t one for confrontation.

Perhaps some of his avoidance behaviour was credited to the piece of shit of a soulmate he had. Ryan was a great soulmate, really. A kind one, a peaceful one, an unembarassing and non-sadistic one.

His soulmate, whoever it was, was a complete prick.

The day he stepped into a new coffee shop down the road from his new apartment was the day he forgot about his shyness and the day all of his pent up irritation and dislike exploded. He stood in line, already rehearsing his order for a caramel iced coffee with extra whipped cream, but when he stepped up to the counter all rational thought was swept from his mind as his eyes landed on the pretty flower pattern inked onto the inside of the attractive barista’s wrist.

The pretty flower pattern that Ryan had drawn on his own arm while he had waited for the moving truck.

“Are… you okay, man?” The smooth southern voice shattered his horrified stare, eyes lifting to land on the man’s attractive face. In that moment, he didn’t care, lifting his arm and yanking down his hoodie sleeve to reveal the exact same tattoo.

The man, Ryan’s soulmate, expressed a range of emotions on his face; shock, disbelief, joy, and then confusion upon noticing the rage seeping from Ryan’s pores.

“YOU!” he shouted, shocking those around him and drawing the shining blue eyes of the second barista who paused in his coffee making. Anyone who could see noticed the matching tattoos on the two men’s wrists and smiled to themselves or rolled their eyes. They could understand the situation; one that most people went through and one that many people reacted to in varying weird ways. “YOU’RE THE FUCKER WHO HUMILIATED ME FOR TWENTY-THREE YEARS!”

The blood drained from his soulmate’s face: Luke, his name-tag revealed. “You- I- Humiliated?” His voice was very weak in his confusion, looking ready to jump away if the angered brunette thought to turn his anger into violence over the coffee shop counter.

And though Ryan was tempted, he didn’t have the energy as all the burning energy set alight beneath his tongue. “Do you know how awful it is to go to school every day in summer in long sleeves because your dickhead of a soulmate draws dicks all over his own fucking arms!? And then- then- I had to go to school with a fucking penis drawn on my fucking face! Right across my cheek where everyone could see. Do you know how embarrassing that is? Did you ever leave the house? How old are you!? You drew a dick on your fucking calf yesterday!”

A number of the cafe-goers were listening then, though Ryan was past caring. He had dealt with the torture for years and years of dirty looks from adults, snickers from his classmates who tugged at his sleeves and disappointed glances from his parents and teachers. Yet Luke was speechless, mouth and eyes wide and face rosy.

Ryan was breathing hard, hands balled in fists, and he only noticed Luke’s coworker when the man was leaning an arm on his soulmate’s shoulder and clearing his throat with a wide, satisfied grin.

He raised a hand when Ryan’s eyes landed on him, not a glimpse of concern or fear in his eye. “You can thank me for that.” The grin that spread across his face was one of pride and realisation crossed Luke’s face as he lifted his hands in innocence. The barista, Jonathan as his name-tag revealed, held a hand out across the table. “I’m th- the artist.”

In understanding the situation, Ryan’s anger was sat sizzling beneath his surface. With the confusion of the situation and the inclusion of a third party, he couldn’t quite keep up. But as the realisation that Luke wasn’t just some asshole masochist sunk in, he could only turn to his soulmate with a look of exasperation. “You let him do that to- to you!? To me?”

The logic behind it all was absolutely ridiculous but the answer came from Jon instead, withdrawing his outstretched hand to pull out a marker, popping off the lid. He leaned over, lightning fast, and scribbled a dick on the back of Luke’s hand before the man could swat him away. He then held up the pen and grinned at Ryan. “Permanent marker,” he said and Luke helplessly wiped his hand with the cloth.

The drawing didn’t budge and Ryan could only catch his head in his hands and ask himself if he was dreaming.

“Uh, buddy? You’re holdin’ up the queue.” The gruff voice from behind him had him mindlessly stepping out of the way and dragging his feet to the end of the counter where Luke followed.

“I’m so sorry,” the barista said. “He’s a total prick. A fucking asshole. He- This is exactly the meeting he wanted and I can tell you he’s so happy that he got to witness you finally running into me.”

Ryan could hardly register it. “I don’t even believe this is real,” he muttered, glancing down at the familiar drawing of a dick on the back of his hand. When he lifted his eyes, he met Luke’s, watching him, examining him. He blinked several times, perhaps thinking that when he opened his eyes, Ryan would be gone.

“Can I…. Can I take you on a date? As an… an apology, for all the- y’know…. dicks,” he explained, words fumbling as he cleared his throat.

Ryan felt the anger melt away to the flutter of nervous butterflies. “You don’t even know my name yet,” he mumbled, words feeling numb on his own lips. Luke seemed to realise this himself and Ryan couldn’t help the little smile on his lips from the flustered look on Luke’s face. It wasn’t a comfortable one; he didn’t look to be a person who got flustered that easy. But with Ryan letting out a little laugh, it seemed he didn’t know how to handle himself. “It’s Ryan.” A hand held out over the counter. “It’s nice to meet you, Luke.”

Catching his footing, Luke took Ryan’s hand and managed a charming smile. “Ryan. It suits you, soulmate.”

It was Ryan’s turn to go pink as Luke flashed his white teeth and squeezed his hand. “Now, can I take you out to dinner tonight?” he asked, his smooth voice recovering the flush still lingering on his cheeks.

Ryan was slow to pull his hand back, eyes drifting to Jon who had just served the last customer in the queue. He watched as the goofy guy waltzed over to their end of the counter, ignoring Luke’s ferocious glare and leaning on the counter. “If,” Ryan started, “he stops drawing dick’s all over your damn arms.”

Jon grinned, almost innocent enough for a halo to appear over his head. Ryan watched him with narrowed eyes. “I can be bribed,” the man teased, laughter spilling from his lips as Luke threw a cloth at him.

With one last second of glaring, Ryan returned his attention to Luke as he reached for the pen on the counter. Scribbling his number down on a piece of paper, he pushed it across to his soulmate and stepped back. “Text me when and where and I’ll see you there tonight,” he said, holding up his middle finger for the second barista who cackled in his joy.

Then he turned on his heel, without his coffee, and walked from the cafe with a buzz in his heart.

#anon #ohmtoonz #fic #fanfic #banana bus squad #bbs #kiss fic #prompt #soulmate au

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crystalninjaphoenix · 5 years

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“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.” Anyone with Swap!Marvin? Or Volt? Ohhh or maybe both of them together! I dunno if they even hang but that’d be a fun scenario- with good whump and or/angst 👌

(Yknow you made me realize these boys really don’t interact with each other as much as they do with other Switch boys 🤔 But that’s not to say they don’t hang out at all! All the boys are friends uwu )

Marvin was still figuring out how to use his cell phone, but he knew how to accept calls. Still, this wasn’t a call he was expecting to get. From the very beginning, something was off, as Schneep tended to text over call. Marvin pressed the green button to pick up. “Hel—”

“Jamie can I come over?”

Marvin blinked. “Henrik? T’is is Marvin, not Jems.”

“Oh, I dialed wrong.” Schneep laughed shakily. “Does not matter. You live together, can I come over? Now?”

“Um, I s’pose?” Marvin said slowly. “If you’re lookin’ for Jems, he’s not here now, he’s at rehearsal for a show.” Marvin would’ve gone to watch him practice, but it hadn’t been the best day for him, so he backed out.

“The person does not matter, does not.” Schneep’s words were strange enough to cause Marvin’s brows to furrow in confusion. “I just need—I am coming over now. Okay, I will see you.” The call dropped.

Marvin blinked, taking the phone away from his ear. Well, this didn’t seem good. They kept the first aid kit in the upstairs bathroom, probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to get it out now so he wouldn’t have to go back up the stairs. He sighed, grabbed his cane, and pushed to his feet.

About ten minutes later, Marvin was sitting on the single chair in the entrance hall when the front door flew open and Schneep stumbled in. Marvin stood up just in time to catch him when he fell, staggering a bit at the sudden weight. “Henrik! Wha’ happened? Are you alrigh’?” He pushed Schneep away a bit so he could look him over. And again, he could tell something was off immediately. Schneep wasn’t wearing his vigilante costume, just his usual gray sweater. And he didn’t have any injuries, or at least none that Marvin could see. “Is...is somethin’ wrong?” Marvin asked cautiously.

Schneep suddenly burst into laughter. His legs seemed to lose support and he fell against Marvin again, who had to take a few steps to maintain balance. “Yes, yes, something is wrong,” Schneep said. The confirmation was a little...odd, when he said it between giggles.

“...alrigh’...” Marvin shifted, uneasy. “Come on, I t’ink you need to lie down.”

He ended up half-carrying Schneep into the parlor—well, the living room, as it was apparently called in this day and age. After taking a moment to shoo the cat off of the sofa, Marvin set Schneep down on the cushions and then immediately collapsed into the nearby armchair. He watched as Schneep grabbed the nearest throw pillow and hugged it tight. He was still shaking slightly, though with the new way his eyes were leaking tears, Marvin wasn’t sure if that was silent laughing or if he was crying now. “Now...Henrik...” Marvin said slowly. “I’m not sure what’s goin’ on. And I can’ help if I don’ know what’s goin’ on. So...if you could just explain quickly t’at would be really helpful for both of us.”

Schneep hummed noncommittally. His eyes darted over to Marvin, then over to the living room window, then back to Marvin, then over to the corner where a lamp was standing, then back to Marvin. “How long have we known each other?” he asked.

“Ummm...I t’ink it’s been a few months now,” Marvin offered.

“How many?”

“Um...‘m not sure.” Marvin bit his lip as he thought. “It was back in March, I b’lieve.”

“March?” Schneep seemed surprised to hear that. “Ah.” He rolled over so he was facing the back of the sofa, instead of out toward the room.

Marvin stared silently for a moment, unsure if that meant he was done talking. “Do you...need anything?”

Schneep’s head suddenly whipped back around. “I have not told anyone,” he said suddenly. “Not Anti, not Jackie—I know he is doctor, but not that type, and I am worried. I know these two for long time, but I have not told them.” He turned his head back around and buried his face in the throw pillow.

“Oh.” Marvin looked down and began tracing around the top of his cane. “T’en...don’ take t’is the wrong way, I’m honored and all, but...why woul’ you tell me abou’ whatever t’is is?”

Schneep sat up, pulling his knees up to his chest while still holding the pillow. “I...do not know.” He laughed again. “I did not want to be alone tonight. So I planned to call Jamie and ask him if I could stay over, but I did not think I would say anything. But you are here instead, and I think you would somehow understand, and I am thinking about saying something. But I am not sure...” His voice broke. “What you would think about it...”

Marvin paused.“Holdin’ ev'rything in doesn’ help, y’know. Ye don’ have t’tell me the whole story, but it might be better t’say something.”

“...maybe...” Schneep squeezed the pillow tighter. Marvin waited patiently, opting to lean down and pick up the cat and pet him while Schneep started slowly rocking back and forth. After what seemed like hours, Schneep spoke up. “Marvin.”

“Hm?” Marvin looked over.

Schneep took a deep breath. “Marvin, I...tonight, I was...things were not—I-I had a bad time tonight. There were things that were not really there—”

Marvin sat up straight. “What did he do?! Where did you see him?! I swear if he—”

“No, no it was not Dis—was not because of anything outside,” Schneep hurried to say. When Marvin paused, clearly confused, Schneep took a deep breath. “I...I am sick, Marvin. Not...in a way people can see. Not physically. My mind, it...it does not function like other people’s. Has not in a long time.” He buried his face in the pillow once more, but continued talking, his words muffled but understandable. “I try to not let it affect things too much. There is medicine I take to help it. But I cannot help but think that if I say this to others, they will react to me differently. I...do not want people to be afraid of me.” He didn’t move after confessing this, staying almost abnormally still, muscles tense.

Marvin was quiet. His thoughts were spinning through his mind, snatches of half-formed words. He couldn’t deny the way he had gone on edge the moment he realized what Schneep meant. But he did scold himself for reacting that way. How unfair that was! No, this didn’t change anything. And if it did, that would only hurt Schneep. Besides...Marvin had to admit some of what he said connected with him, if you would switch out some key words. Marvin looked down at his cane. “I t’ink I understand,” he said slowly.

Schneep looked up. “I am...I-I am afraid, Marvin. Everything is getting worse. And I worry about...him.” Marvin didn’t have to ask who. “With the way he can make you believe and see things that do not exist, those illusions of his and the way he can distort reality...and I know he hates me, and so I-I—I think I would not be able to—to—”

Marvin noticed the way Schneep’s hands were shaking as they held tight to the pillow. He reached over and grabbed one. “It will be fine,” he said with conviction. “You are one of the strongest people I know. It will be alrigh’.”

“M-maybe.” Schneep’s voice cracked. He blinked, and a few tears rolled down his face. “But I do not know. I do not know, and I hate that.”

“Well, I know. I know you’ve survived so many dangerous situations and t’at you can survive many more. It will be alrigh’.” Marvin squeezed Schneep’s hand, and he squeezed back, seeming reassured, and maybe a bit more connected, by the contact.

“I can...I can still stay here tonight, yes? I still do not want to be alone.” Schneep’s voice was fragile, as if he anticipated a shattering rejection.

“Of course ye can.” Marvin nodded. “The bedrooms are all on the second floor, so we’ll have to go up the stairs.” Marvin sighed. “You can stay in the guest room. I’ll call Jems to let him know.”

Schneep stood up. “You two should convert that empty office down here on the first floor to a bedroom.”

Marvin started. “I...did not t’ink of t’at.”

Schneep chuckled. “Clearly.” When Marvin stood up, Schneep instantly grabbed his spare hand, then seemed to consider it, looking back at Marvin for permission.

“It’s fine,” Marvin assured him. “Just not too tightly.”

“I am taking the pillow upstairs with me too,” Schneep said. He indeed did not look like he was ready to relinquish his hold on the throw pillow anytime soon.

“T’at’s fine too. Now come on, it’s gettin’ late.”

“It’s only ten-thirty,” Schneep mumbled. “Is not too late.”

“I assure you, it is for me.”

“You are like an old man when it comes to your sleeping, Marvin,” Schneep smiled.

“All I’m sayin’ is t’at t’ere’s a proper time for sleeping.” Marvin rolled his eyes. “Now are we goin’ upstairs or are we still stayin’ here?”

“Upstairs. And, ah, Marvin? ...thank you.” Schneep mumbled the last words. And Marvin knew it wasn’t just about letting him stay for the night.

He smiled. “You’re welcome. After all, you’re my friend.”

Schneep returned the smile. The two of them didn’t talk much to each other for the rest of the night, but it didn’t matter. Sometimes, words weren’t needed to understand.

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WC, Chapter 5

Wrong Conclusions Chapter five: Them? A date!?

It ended up being a hard week for the Titans. Johnny Rancid had escaped from prison and had gallivanted around town with a monster truck, one that had been much more 'monster' than 'truck'. And although, naturally, by the week's end, Johnny ended up back in jail, he had not been the only surprise; to everyone's amazement, Starfire had continued her rigorous training program, and what was more amazing, Beast Boy had begun to train alongside her. Robin, Raven, and Cyborg had stayed quiet on the matter, assuming the two Titans were still rather traumatized by the whole Trigon attack, and no one wanted to push them while they seemed to be in a strange but, overall, stable state.

But now it was a Saturday, and Robin was severely relieved that there were no signs of any villains attacking. It meant his plan was a-go.

He had planned everything the night before; he would walk up to Starfire and casually ask if she wanted to go see the aquarium, since she was still rather amazed with Earth's aquatic life. If she refused, he would just convince her to come, saying it was important to know to get along with the Atlantians. Once there, he would talk to her a little about the fish, and then nonchalantly bring up the topic of her training, until he was finally sure as to what had brought the sudden change upon her. It was the perfect plan! Besides, it also gave him the opportunity to be alone with Starfire for a while. It seemed like ages since the two of them had had any alone time together. In fact, it seemed almost as though Starfire had been avoiding him to a certain extent, recently...

Robin was not the only one being avoided, either. Though Raven wasn't prepared to admit it, she was beginning to miss most of Beast Boy's horrid jokes and odd ways of showing affection. All week, he had been going silent the moment she entered a room. At first, Raven had welcomed this, but now...now, it simply seemed wrong. After all their days of being Titans together, this was the first time Beast Boy had given up attempting to make her smile, and though she didn't appreciate the way he generally went about it, she DID appreciate that fact that he at least TRIED to do it. Now that he had stopped, it wasn't nearly as...well, entertaining around the Tower, anymore.

Though she usually reveled in the silence, there was something very cold about the silence ensued from Beast Boy. And because of this, Raven decided to prepare herself for a serious talk with him that night. She had had a few of them with him before: one after she had accidentally lost control of her powers, a second after the chemicals had unleashed a beast within him, another after Malchior had betrayed her, and the final two that had caused Raven the most pain - the ones that came after Terra's betrayal and subsequent loss.

Raven sat up in her bed that morning, going over all of those conversation in her mind. The first three had ended up as usual; with a laugh or a joke, which had reminded her why she normally didn't attempt serious discussions with him. But the one after Terra's loss...That time, Beast Boy had been unable to find anything funny to say. In fact, it had been all he could do not to snap at Raven in a blind rage.

Raven looked down at the folds in her blanket, remembering some of the last conversation that had caused her so much pain.

"'Loss'? 'LOSS'?" the memory of Beast Boy's voice rang clearly in her head. "Raven, the ONE PERSON who was willing to understand and accept me is GONE! I know you're used to living life as an outcast, too, but as least you LOOK relatively human! It's not exactly easy having green skin and pointy ears, y'know?! All you have to worry about is having paler skin than usual and a jewel in your forehead! Other than that, you're perfect! Perfect! If you wanted to, you could get along with anyone you wanted! But not me... No one's willing to accept someone with this freaky a shade of skin color and fangs and pointy ears. The Doom Patrol did, but I was kicked out of that. The Titans did, but what do any of you really KNOW about me!? Oh, that I can change into animals, that I like to tell jokes? That isn't exactly much, Rae..."

Raven's nails groped at her blankets, remembering what she had said to that long monologue of Beast Boy's welt-up feelings. She wasn't proud of it. "I would think you'd be used to it by now, Beast Boy. I am." She had glared as well. At the time, she had believed that Beast Boy had merely been making a drama queen of himself.

"Raven..." Beast Boy's voice had gone so cold, clearly taken aback that she could have said such a thing. "You were BORN that way. You have no idea how much I wish I was... How I wish I had never tasted being normal and liked by everyone. Having that ripped away from you... you have no idea how painful it is. I doubt you ever will. Until you find someone who understands you the way Terra understood me, and is willing to accept you with all of your faults and weird ways, please Raven, don't compare yourself to me on this. Seriously." With that, Beast Boy had slid his door closed in Raven's face and hidden in his room.

Raven let out a small sigh, standing up from her bed. That memory wasn't one of her favorites, but she treasured it, nonetheless. After all, it was when she had learned that there was so much more to Beast Boy than she had ever seen before. The only other genuinely serious conversation the two had, had been because of Malchior. Raven knew, then, what it was like to have one's heart ripped out. True, that conversation wasn't quite as 'serious' as the one before, but it had also been the first time she had hugged Beast Boy. Part of her regretted ever doing so, for after that point, he became much more open when it came to touching her.

"Today," she told herself as she floated in front of her gothic mirror. She pulled out her blue cloak threw it over her shoulders, pulling the hood over her head after she did so. Today was the day she was going to have another serious conversation with Beast Boy, and find out where all that negative energy had been coming from.

She floated out of her room and into the kitchen to find Cyborg frying bacon. Before she could say anything, the other bird of the Tower made himself known.

"Morning, Cyborg, Raven," Robin said casually to his two friends, though he had somewhat of a lack of breath to his voice, as though he had been running around. "Have either of you two seen Starfire? I looked everywhere, and it's like she's vanished. Her communicator signal seems jammed, too."

"Well-" Cyborg began, but he was cut off by Raven.

"I haven't heard or seen her all day. I can't really feel her energy around the Tower either, now that I noticed...Beast Boy's either," she paused for a moment, her heart involuntarily increasing it speed as she remembered the previous time Beast Boy vanished last week. "Do you think they're in trouble?"

"Actually-" Cyborg attempted again, but was cut off by the Boy Wonder this time.

"They would have at least tried to make a connection with us through the communicator."

"Beast Boy didn't bother last week," Raven reminded him. Robin's eyebrows furrowed in worry at that fact.

"Neither's been active for a while. And - oh, man - Beast Boy's signal is jammed, too-"

"They're on a date!" Cyborg suddenly shouted, causing both Raven's and Robin's eyes to widen in surprise. Robin's eye then twitched slightly, almost breaking his Communicator as the grip on it suddenly tightened considerably.

"That isn't funny, Cyborg."

"Who's joking?" Cyborg rolled his one human eye, lifting his shoulders in disbelief. "You saw the way the two were actin' 'round each other all week! I saw Star with somethin' other than her uniform on this morning, and same for BB, and BB said they were, and I quote -- "Going out." It looked like a date to me – when they left, they were even holdin' hands-"

Quite suddenly, there were two different shattering sounds. The first was the sound of Robin crushing his Communicator in his fist, and the glass screen breaking. The second was in the kitchen, the sound of a sugar bowl being blown into many small pieces. The jewel in Raven's forehead was glowing the same black color as the small porcelain shards left behind from the blast.

"You-...You probably got it wrong. They're probably going to get lunch or something," Robin said with a small, forced laugh, and an even more strained smile.

"Naw, man," Cyborg said with a large sigh and second eye-roll, clearly tired of being accused of lying. "Both of 'em dressed up. I seriously don't think they'd bother to do that if it were just the normal stuff, ya' know? It was definitely date outfits. BB was even gettin' all nervous about it. Is that so hard to believe after they spent all week talkin' to each other like they did? Man...What's the big deal with you two anyway?" He lifted an eyebrow, looking from one to the other. Raven looked as though she were about to vomit, and Robin was twitching visibly behind his mask, using his hand to readjust it in hopes it hid his involuntary twitch.

Robin swallowed nervously, thinking quietly as he was beginning to hyperventilate. A second later, he suddenly turned around, muttering something about needing to fix his communicator.

Cyborg blinked in confusion and looked down at Raven for an answer, instead. "I don't see why he's freakin' out so much. I mean, since you two are together, it shouldn't be a problem-"

"Wait. Together? 'Together' together?" Another explosion was heard in another part of the Tower. This time, it was the toaster that had to be sacrificed amidst Raven's sudden rage at hearing this second comment. "Why would you think that Robin and I would be 'together'?"

"...You're not?" Cyborg asked with real, genuine surprise. He was so earnest Raven's rage wound down, albeit only slightly. "Man, after the Trigon thing, I was sure you two were...y'know. Ya' ran right to him an' everything. I mean, we may have been knocked down, but we all saw how you walked right past me, Star, and BB to get to Robin."

Raven went silent, thinking over what had been said. She hadn't even realized before...But it was true. Robin had been the one she had run to, but that was because he was the leader! He had always been the one who defeated the villains, and at that moment, she needed the most powerful leader she knew. Her father had just been too powerful.

"Raven?" Cyborg repeated, rather gently, but got nothing but a swishing of a cloak and a small 'I need to talk to Robin' in response before Raven walked off.

Once she was gone, Cyborg sighed and turned around to head into the kitchen begin fixing the toaster, muttering rather insulting things about 'those damn teens' and their 'stupid hormones', as he tried to clean up the mess. This was why he usually stayed out of it. He regretted not listening to his own advice.

After Raven walked off, she calmly walked towards Robin's door, getting ready to talk to him about this. If he was the one who started the rumor, she wanted to get things straight with him. She was no one's girlfriend -- that would hurt their team dynamic and only cause problems, and she didn't want to deal with any of that. Besides, she didn't feel that way about Robin in the first place. Right...?

For some reason, a memory of Beast Boy saying 'C'mon, Rae! Smile! For me?' flashed across Raven's mind. She blinked for a moment in confusion, and then shook her head to rid herself of it. That was odd, to say the least.

"Robin," Raven said in her monotone voice as she slid his door open, to see that he already had one foot out of his window. He looked back at her with a desperate expression filled with guilt and attempted to pull his foot back, but merely ended up tripping over his own table.

"Were you... were you trying to go out to spy on Starfire and Beast Boy?" Raven asked, fighting back the urge to smile at the sight of the Boy Wonder with a desk-full of junk toppling across his body. But she quickly managed to pull the urge back once she realized that it WAS, in fact, what Robin had been preparing to do. "That's an invasion of their privacy, and though I usually wouldn't say anything about Beast Boy, Starfire can make her own decisions."

"I...I just have a bad feeling!" Robin claimed, standing up and brushing some paper-clips from his spiky hair. "With their Communicators off and mine out of commission I can't help but worry, okay? Besides, what if someone attacks the city?"

"We can handle them ourselves. Cyborg and I are more than enough in most cases."

"What if Silkie starts burping up, then? Only Starfire and Beast Boy know how to keep that thing under control."

"Silkie's been asleep all day. I doubt he's about to wake up now."

"Then...Then..." Robin stammered, looking for some form of reasoning to explain his own behavior. Not just to Raven, but himself, too.

Raven rolled her eyes and let out a small sigh. "Fine. Just admit that you're jealous, and I'll go with you. My Communicator still works so if something DOES happen, Cyborg can contact us."

"Jealous?" Robin's voice cracked as his face burned a bright red. "Why would I be jealous? I'm not jealous!"

"Fine, if you won't admit it..." Raven trailed off, beginning to turn and leave the room, but Robin caught her by the arm before she could do so.

"Raven, I DO have a bad feeling. Let's just...Let's just see what's going on, okay? And then we can leave them alone. I last got a signal around that park I brought Starfire to... Around the aquarium."

Raven lifted an eyebrow and looked Robin's face over. She knew him better than most because of the time she had spent in his head, and let out a sigh of defeat. If she DIDN'T go, he'd probably do something all of the team would regret, anyway.

"Fine." She seceded with annoyance.

With that, the two birds left the Titan Tower in search of Beast Boy and Starfire.

Disclaimers:

Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven, Robin, Cyborg, Silkie, and pretty much everything but the plot at hand belongs to © D. C. Comics/Cartoon Network/Kids WB

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The Gamer Hero, Deku Chapter 21

Tsu groaned, then rubbed her eyes. "This isn't Ochako-chan's..." She picked her head off my shoulder and looked at the seats next to us. "Where did Ochako-chan and Kacchan go? What happened?"

"You fell asleep after Todoroki gave an overly-forceful display of his Quirk and I thought it would probably be better if you were allowed to sleep it off," I said. "It's almost time for their match."

She hummed. "Do you mind telling me what happened while I was out?"

"Oh yeah, sure. First there was Kaminari versus Shiozaki, from class 1-B." Tsu nodded. "Kaminari shot a lightning bolt at Shiozaki, which she blocked with her vines before tangling Kaminari up. Kaminari managed to make some sort of... lightning buzzsaw, but Shiozaki just wrapped him up in more vines until he stopped. After that it was Iida versus Hatsume."

"Wasn't she the support course girl you teamed up with?" Tsu asked.

"Yeah that's her. Their fight was..." I tried to think of how best to describe it. "It was interesting. A little on the long side, though..."

"What happened, kero?"

I chuckled a bit. "Well... Hatsume kinda took the thing over as a sort of advertisement for her support gear, then forfeited the match when she was done..." Tsu snorted. "Yeah... Then it was Ashido against Aoyama. Ashido managed to take out Aoyama's belt, but lost still when Aoyama shot her with a laser. He looked uneasy afterwards, though. I think his belt might be needed to stabilize his Quirk..."

"That's not good."

I nodded. "Next was Yaoyorozu and Tokoyami. Yaoyorozu made a shield, but Tokoyami overwhelmed her pretty fast. Finally, Kirishima versus Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu from 1-B."

"I might be thinking of someone else, but aren't their Quirks the same?"

I shrugged. "Similar, but not the same. There are definitely differences between making your skin hard and making your skin metal. That being said, though, the two of them looked like they were pretty evenly matched, so their fight also dragged on for a bit."

"Who won?"

"When they figured out that they would draw in a physical match, they started using magic. Turns out Kirishima is slightly better at earth magic that Tetsutetsu."

She tapped her chin. "And now it's about to be Kacchan against Uraraka-chan, right?"

"Yeah."

She looked a bit excited. "This is going to be so anime."

I laughed. "I know, right?"

Tsu sighed. "It's a good thing I woke up when I did..."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Maybe you should get some kind of heating system in your costume? I know that that thing on Todoroki's back on his hero costume heats him up when he gets too cold."

"I was thinking about asking the support company for something like that for the winter."

"It's probably not a bad idea to get it as soon as you can. I mean, you did just pass out from an ice Quirk..."

She nodded. "Fair enough. I'll talk to Shōta about it when all this is over."

"And now!" Mic-sensei shouted. "Here we have the last match of the first round, and it sure seems like a doozy!"

"On one side we have Bakugou Katsuki, Quirk Explosion," Aizawa-sensei said. "On the other, Uraraka Ochako, Quirk Zero Gravity. They both have powerful Quirks and potent magic to back them up."

"Watch out for debris, folks, 'cause the arena is totally getting wrecked!"

I looked at Kacchan and Uraraka's levels as they walked to the arena.

Megalo Strike Back

LV 44

Uraraka Ochako

The Phoenix

LV 45

Bakugou Katsuki

I activated Hawkeye, because I did not want to miss anything.

xoxoxo

Bakugou grinned as he regarded his opponent. "No holdin' back, right Uraraka?"

Uraraka nodded, finishing up her stretches. "Not at all!" The dust by her feet stirred slightly.

Bakugou punched his palm, a small explosion escaping from his fist. "This might be your only round, but like hell it won't be a round to fucking remember!"

Uraraka got into a fighting stance, Bakugou following suit. "Thanks, but bold of you to assume I'll lose!"

"Right, I want you two to remember that there are spectators, so try not to hit the stands with too many giant rocks," Midnight said. "And remember that you should probably try to avoid killing or otherwise permanently harming your opponent. It goes without saying, yes, but I've seen you both wreck things, so better to be safe than sorry."

"I got it, I got it," Bakugou assured her.

"Right, let's do this!" Uraraka shouted, fire in her eyes.

"Okay. Begin!" Both combatants exploded with power on cue, Bakugou a raging fire that caused the ground under him to glow red and Uraraka a pink aura that cracked the concrete like a hammer blow, the resulting debris floating into the air weightlessly. Uraraka shot her hand out in front of her, shooting the rocks at Bakugou. He erected a wall of fire that exploded the chunks of concrete before Fire Dashing at Uraraka. When he was right in front of her, he tried to explode her. Uraraka blocked, blue sparks dancing across her arms. The force of the explosion hit her, was absorbed by her arms, and released back at Bakugou, enhanced by a wave of pink magic. The two were blown back, and Uraraka's skin steamed and tore from the backlash. Her sports uniform top was annihilated, though thankfully not the black tank top underneath. A wave of green magic washed over Uraraka as she cast Regeneration.

Bakugou conjured two fireballs and threw them at Uraraka. She countered by throwing a pink ball of mana that sucked up the fire before exploding in front of Bakugou. Though he blocked the initial explosion, the pink mana clung to him. His eyes widened as the world seemed to shift, and what was behind him moments before was suddenly "down." He managed to recover and start flying before he fell out of bounds, but by then Uraraka was ready with her next trick. She'd laid her hands on the ground, and blue sparks danced across the ground around Bakugou. It shattered, the rubble floating weightlessly for a moment before gravitating towards Bakugou. He cursed, then exploded in a wave of fire that destroyed the rubble. The pink aura around him faded away, and he started to fall to the ground before pivoting in midair to land on his feet. He laughed, then flew at Uraraka again. Uraraka grinned and started flying towards him as well.

They clashed, fire against gravity, releasing waves of force as they rebounded off each other. They smashed against each other a few more times, each time sending shockwaves that cracked the ground beneath them and battered the audience with heavy gales. After their clashes, they flew to opposite sides of the now very ruined arena, floating several meters above the ground. As if by an unheard agreement, they both raised their hands skyward, gathering balls of their preferred element. A few tense seconds passed, Bakugou's fireball growing into a raging typhoon of flames and Uraraka's pink gravity bolt darkening to an almost black color. They simultaneously hurled their attacks at each other. When the two powerful spells clashed the inferno exploded into a blinding sun, while the black hole imploded, drawing in all of the fire and also all of the debris loosened up in their clash. The two attacks merged into a single, blinding point before exploding with the force of a supernova. Even though the two combatants blocked, they were simultaneously launched backwards, thankfully not hitting anyone when they crashed.

Midnight blinked. "Dang. I... guess that's a draw? Midoriya, if you don't mind you should probably make sure neither of them died."

xoxoxo

I gaped. "They're both idiots..." I muttered.

"That was hot..." Tsu croaked.

I turned my head. Oh. Tsu's face was red, and mostly not in a crush blush way. "Are you okay?" I asked. She looked sunburned...

"Water," she muttered, her eyes somehow wider than normal.

I took a few water bottles out of my inventory, then cast Healing Hands and Regeneration on her. Just to be safe, I made a few Regeneration Orbs and placed them on my seat as I got up, and summoned Raine to check on the other spectators. Hopefully nobody was as bad as Tsu, considering we were in front, but... "I'll go check up on the others." I turned to sound and went straight to where Uraraka crashed. Kacchan was probably better off because his Quirk made him resistant to heat and sudden forces as a required side effect of his Quirk, which was why I was prioritizing Uraraka. Thankfully it didn't look like she was too hurt, even though she'd crashed into a wall hard enough to crack it.

"Hey Deku-kun..." she waved weakly.

"Please do not move until I give you the okay," I said, then started poking her leg. It looked like she could feel it. "I don't know how you survived that in one piece."

She grinned. "Shō taught me some body-strengthening magic. It was actually what I based RePulse on." I started healing her. She might not have broken her spine, thankfully, but she had bruises all over her body, especially her back, her skin was torn in several places, and she had so many hairline fractures all over her bones! "Ow, thanks. Did I win?"

"Tie," I said. "Sorry." She winced. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure that this was the most impressive of the first-round matches. And there's probably going to be a tiebreaker." I finished healing her and offered her a hand. Once I'd helped her up, I said, "Right, I should probably check on Kacchan now," and sound-teleported off.

Kacchan... was somehow barely hurt? I knew he was damage-resistant as a necessity to not tear himself apart with his Quirk, but I didn't think he was that damage-resistant... I was more concerned with the fact that Endeavor was standing over him.

"-was an impressive match, young man," Endeavor said. "I see promise in you."

Kacchan snorted. "Yeah, yeah, ya flamey bastard."

Endeavor glowered at him. "Your attitude, however, could use some work."

"Really?" Kacchan glared at him. "My attitude needs work? Fucking funny coming from you, Mister I-Throw-Firey-Tantrums-Whenever-"

"Kacchan?" I interrupted him. "Even if you feel fine, I should probably take a look at you before you get into a shouting match."

Kacchan bit his tongue. "Fine. Let's go, Deku." He dragged me away from Endeavor, to an exit where we could talk in peace. I still had Sonia throw up a sound barrier, though. "I get it," he sighed. "Don't get him suspicious about what we know."

I healed up the few wounds Kacchan had. "Yeah, but at the same time I don't blame you for getting heated up."

He glared at me. "Was that a fucking pun?"

"Right, you should probably get back to the field." I started to walk off. Kacchan tried to grab me, but my shoulder dissolved before he could grab it.

"Deku get back here you fucker!"

I grinned at him as the rest of my body turned to sound.

xoxoxo

A few minutes later after I'd helped out a few spectators who were in need of water, Cementoss-sensei had formed a table out of cement on an island of restored ground in the middle of the destroyed arena.

"The tiebreaker will be an arm wrestling match!" Midnight-sensei announced. "You may use your Quirks and magic, however you aren't allowed to break the table to throw your opponent off-balance. Get ready!" Kacchan and Uraraka put their elbows on the table and grabbed each other's hands. Their eyes locked, the looks on both their faces intense. "Iiii'm gonna step back a bit..." Midnight muttered. "Begin!" she shouted after getting to what she judged to be a safe distance.

It looked like Uraraka tried to weaken Kacchan by making him heavier, but he used a sort of modified Fire Dash to resist it. He responded by using a jet of fire coming from the back of his hand. Uraraka put up a good fight with what I could now see was some surprisingly heavy-duty strengthening magic that I decided to ask her or Aizawa-sensei about later, but in the end it looked like her increasing Kacchan's weight acted against her...

Kacchan slammed Uraraka's hand into the table, hard enough for the table to shatter, but thankfully it looked like she defended at the last second (causing a secondary shock to further ruin the table) so hopefully her hand wasn't too hurt...

Midnight-sensei blinked and swished her whip. "Well, it looks like the winner is Bakugou Katsuki!"

Kacchan grinned and offered a hand to Uraraka. When he helped her up, I noticed that she winced a bit. I sent a message to Kacchan telling him to go to Shuzenji-sensei and take Uraraka with him.

"Well that was a pretty awesome end to a pretty awesome round!" Mic-sensei shouted. "And after Cementoss is done fixing the arena we'll get on with round two! Give it up for Cementoss, everybody!"

xoxoxo

I walked down the hallway. It was already time for my fight with Todoroki. I took a deep breath and thought over my strategy again. The air chilled slightly as I prepared myself for the match ahead, my breath visible.

"Hello, boy," a voice interrupted my thoughts, and I almost walked face-first into a giant chest.

I flinched and looked up at the flaming man who was standing in front of me. "Todoroki Enji," I said.

"You know, you remind me of All Might," he told me.

I clenched my fist. Even with The Gamer's Mind keeping me level-headed, I was very tempted to punch him in the face. "I'll take that as a compliment," I ground out. "Right, well I think they're expecting me. Good talk." I started to walk away from him.

"You know, my Shōto is meant to surpass All Might."

Ping.

Something inside me... snapped. The air around me became frigid cold as I turned around to glare at him. He flinched. "Listen here," I growled and jabbed my finger at his throat. My eyes felt odd for some reason. "I don't know what the hell you did to Shōto," I lied, "but anyone with eyes and a brain can see that he hates you. Do you know something I was able to pick up from what little he's said to me?" Endea- Enji was shaking. "He thinks of his left side as a curse, and especially after what you just said to me I'm certain that you're the reason why." I turned back around. "I'm going to make Shōto use his left side, but it won't be for you. It'll be for him. Now goodbye." With that said, I stormed off.

While I walked to the exit, I checked out the text box that I heard when I was yelling at Enji. "Huh," I muttered. "That's... interesting, but I don't think I should use without testing it a lot first..."

A skill has been created by unlocking one of the hidden Quirks of One For All! By directing your wrath at a deserving target, the skill 'Fear' has been created!

xoxoxo

And some of you guys thought Deku was the most overpowered of his classmates. Okay well he is but even with more than one bullshit Quirk the gap isn't insurmountable... yet. Oh, and this doesn't have anything to do with BNHA or GHD (so feel free to disregard), but a friend of mine is setting up a sort of D&D-ish roleplay thing on Discord and it seems like it'll be a lot of fun but as of writing this we don't exactly have many people... If you're interested, the Tumblr URL is heroes-of-nevia. Please at least take a look at it!

#bnha #bnha fanfiction #fanfiction #The Gamer Hero Deku #Gamer Hero Deku #GHD CH21

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The Outlaw and the Treasure Hunter - Chapter 9 - An Outlaw and a Killer

Arthur, rode fast and hard to the cabin. The sooner he could get back to camp, to retrieve Izzy, the better. He wondered, if the threats he had made, would stop her from opening her stupid little mouth. She'd nearly opened it, when they'd left the stables in Valentine, the other day. She'd wanted to speak to her pitiful excuse of a boyfriend. Well, he'd soon put a stop to that. Now she was his. He'd get rid of the stupid kid, as soon as he had an opportunity. For now, he had to concentrate on the witch of a mother. He'd get her stash, from St. Denis. Then, he'd get rid of her.

It didn't take him long to reach the cabin. When he went in, he had surprised the woman. She hadn't expected him back so soon. She had been in the process, of attempting to remove the shackles, but all she had succeeded in doing, was to make her ankle bleed.

Arthur smirked. "if you think you can get those off without this," he said, holding a key up, "then you're very much mistaken."

He unlocked the shackles. "You're almost as stupid as you're daughter!" He scoffed.

Elizabeth Pickett, looked at Arthur, her heart pounding in her chest. "What have you done to her?" She asked, her voice trembling.

He sneered. "She did it to herself, but with a bit of luck, she'll live, but only if you do as I say."

He grabbed Elizabeth by the arm, and roughly dragged her to the door. She hissed, with each step she took, blood seeping from her injured ankle.

Once they were outside, Arthur picked her up, and put her on the horse. Mounting up behind her, he wrapped an arm around her, before kicking his horse on, in the direction of St. Denis.

John and Javier, rode out of the camp, at Horseshoe overlook, and headed towards the cabin.

"Where are we headed?" Javier asked, after they had been riding a while.

John scratched his head, "I need to tell you something, Javier. It ain't that easy to hear, and even harder to tell!"

Javier, looked at John, and furrowed his brow. "Does this have anything to do with the girl, back at camp?"

John nodded, "It's Arthur, he's gone a bit crazy. The girl, and her mother. Well, he's been holdin' 'em hostage. Against their will, like!"

Javier rode in silence for a few minutes, "You're sure about that? Its not like Arthur, to do something like that."

John sighed, "I saw it for myself, he had her mother, shackled to a bed, and was threatening to cut them both."

Javier, stared at John, in horror. "The wounds, on the girl, I thought it was a wolf?"

"You saw them, more closely," John retorted. "What do you think?"

Javier shrugged. "To be honest I didn't pay that much attention, they could have been either," he hesitated, "so now, we go and see if the mother is in the same state?"

John nodded, as he pushed his horse into a gallop, closely followed by Javier. Both knowing that time was of the essence.

As they approached the cabin, John reined in his horse. "I can't see Arthur's horse, but it's probably best if we hitch the horses here, and go the rest of the way on foot."

Javier nodded.

As they got closer to the cabin, they crouched down. John peered through the window. There was no sign of Izzy's mother, or Arthur. Seeing that the coast was clear, they opened the door of the cabin, and went inside. There was no sign of a struggle, and no blood, apart from a small amount on the inside of the shackles.

"It looks like he's gone, and taken Izzy's mother with him," John noted.

Javier looked around, "where do you think he's gone?"

John shrugged, "I reckon he's taken her to St. Denis. She's got some money stashed there, I've no idea where though. We'll never be able to find them, in the city. It'd be like looking for a needle in a haystack. C'mon we had better get back, and let Dutch know."

Javier nodded in agreement, and the two men returned to their horses, then made there way back to the camp, at Horseshoe Overlook.

Arthur carried on, riding his horse hard, as they headed south. The air grew thick, and muggy as they rode closer to the swamps. Arthur kept his eyes peeled, for any stray Alligators, which may have wandered too close to the muddy tracks. As they came closer to St. Denis. The swamps made way for plantations, and houses, albeit run down. Arthur finally slowed his horse.

"Well Mrs Pickett, you better point me in the direction of your stash," he sneered.

"Please Mr Morgan, if I do this, will you take me to my daughter?" She begged.

"Well now Mrs Pickett, you ain't in much of a position to ask for anythin', but seeing as I'm in a charitable mood," he smirked, "I can promise you, you'll be seein' your daughter real soon!"

Elizabeth Pickett, pointed to a small path, ahead. "it's down there," she sighed.

At the end of the path, lay a small cabin. It was out of the way. Arthur glanced around. They appeared to be the only people about.

Arthur, jumped off his horse, then lifted Elizabeth Pickett down. She led the way, and opened the cabin door. The cabin was very small, in comparison to her house in Valentine. Made up of two rooms. The first was the main living area, and at the back, another room, which served as a bedroom.

Elizabeth, led Arthur through here, and pointed towards a small chest, under the bed.

He pulled it out, and before Elizabeth could hand him the key, he forced the lock.

Inside, was a diamond and an emerald, along with a large amount of cash.

He glanced over at Elizabeth Pickett. "How much? He asked, smirking, "save me the bother of counting it."

Elizabeth closed her eyes, and sighed, "Five thousand dollars."

Arthur raised his eyebrows, and whistled through his teeth, "my my, haven't you been busy."

He shoved the money, and the jewels, in his satchel.

Arthur walked over to where Elizabeth Pickett was standing, and grabbed her by the hair.

As he did, she squealed.

"Now Mrs Pickett, as promised, your gonna see your daughter!" He pulled out his gun, and pointed it at her temple. "Ya see, chances are, Izzy ain't gonna make it. She got attacked by wolves, when she was collecting some treasure. She ain't much of a treasure hunter, she keeps havin' accidents. Even if she survives this time, chances are, she's gonna fall foul of something, or other. But she's my little treasure hunter now, so she'll keep on hunting for me, until she dies, or she runs out of treasure. Then she'll be joining you!"

Before Elizabeth Pickett had a chance to respond, Arthur pulled the trigger.

It was messy, as the bullet shattered her skull, some of the blood and brain, spattered into Arthur's face. He nonchalantly wiped it away with his sleeve, and walked out of the cabin.

John and Javier rode back to the camp. Disappointed, that they hadn't made it to the cabin in time. There was no way, that they would have been able to find Arthur and Elizabeth Pickett in St. Denis. But this didn't make their decision any easier.

As soon as they arrived back, John went in search of Dutch.

He found him, standing just outside his tent. Izzy was still sleeping.

"Sorry Dutch, we was too late. She's gone. I reckon Arthur already took her to St. Denis."

Dutch shook his head, "we couldn't have done any more. He may cut her loose, but given his current state of mind, I think we may have seen the last of her."

Dutch thought for a moment, "Can you, and Javier go to Izzy's house. Collect her things, and the maps. I'm not gonna make her keep hunting treasure, if she don't want to. But if she does, then at least it will be here for her. Arthur ain't gonna be happy when he comes back. I'm just afraid, he's gonna do something stupid. She's likely lost her mama, lets at least see if we can save some of her memories."

John nodded. He and Javier, headed back out, this time towards Valentine, and Izzy's home. A home, she would probably never see again.

They collected all her clothes, and found the maps, along with a magnifying glass, which they packed up, and brought back. There was no sign of Arthur at the house. So they guessed he must still be in St. Denis, or heading back to camp.

With Elizabeth Pickett, out of the way. Arthur, decided to head back to the camp, at Horseshoe Overlook. Whilst he had told her mother, that she might not make it. He was pretty sure, that she would. Miss Grimshaw, was pretty good at patching people up. So all that was left for him to do, was collect her. She may need a couple of days to recover, but he would soon have her back to work. He'd have to keep a closer eye on her in future, she seemed a little accident prone. He wasn't sure, how she'd managed to stay alive, over the past few months, when she had been hunting treasure, for her mother. Still, that was of no concern now.

When Arthur arrived back, he hitched his horse, and headed for his tent. When he found that Izzy wasn't there, he flew into a rage.

"Where is she!" He yelled, as he stormed out of the tent.

Dutch glared at Arthur, "I know what you've been doin', Arthur. I know all about Izzy, and her mama. How you've been holding 'em, against their will. How you threatened to cut 'em both!"

Arthur's face flushed with anger, as he stared at Dutch. "How the hell do you know that! It ain't nothin' to do with you, that girl's mine! Now tell me where she is?" He snarled.

John was watching Arthur's outburst, from the other side of camp. He walked over.

"I saw you Arthur, don't try denyin' it!" he exclaimed.

Arthur spun around, to face John. "You! You've been spyin' on me, ain't ya, ya rotten little bastard!"

John, shook his head, "Arthur, you ain't right, you need help."

Arthur stormed over, his fist clenched, as he threw a punch. His fist, hit John in the jaw. Blood and saliva, sprayed out of his mouth, as he hit the ground.

John, held his fingers, to the corner of his mouth, then looked at the blood on his fingers, in disbelief.

Abigail, seeing what had just occurred, came running over, and knelt next to John. She put her hands on his shoulder, and glared at Arthur. "Don't you dare touch him," she screamed.

Arthur sneered, rubbing his fist. "He ain't worth it anyway."

Arthur turned round, and walked back to where Dutch was standing.

"Give me the girl, now." He snarled, "she's mine, I found her!"

Dutch shook his head, "She ain't yours Arthur, she don't belong to no one. I don't know what's happened to you, son, but I ain't gonna let you hurt her. Not any more than you have already!"

Arthur, narrowed his eyes, "You Dutch, you're what happened to me. You think you can control everyone, and everything. Its your fault, I lost Eliza and Isaac. Your fault, that Mary didn't want me no more. Well, its my turn now. You better hand her over, or I swear I'll find her, and she'll be sorry she betrayed me. She knew the rules, and she knew the consequences!"

Dutch glared at Arthur, "I think you better leave now. You've changed, and not for the better. The things you've done, It ain't how me and Hosea, brought you up."

Arthur sneered. "No Dutch, I ain't changed, you brought me up to be a killer, and an outlaw. That's just what I am. You've gone soft, with all your books, and philosophies. Time has come, when that don't work no more. You know it, and I know it. That girl, if I can't have her, then no one will, I'll kill her, just like I killed her mama."

Dutch drew his pearl handled revolver, the silver barrel, glinted in the sunlight. He reluctantly, pointed the gun at Arthur.

"That's enough, you ain't welcome here no more. If you so much, as set foot in my camp again, I swear I'll kill you. If you harm one hair, on Izzy's head, you'll be a dead man.

Arthur turned, and headed towards his horse, just before he left, he glared at Dutch.

"You ain't seen the last of me, and neither has she!"

#rdr2 fanfic #original female character #dutch van der linde #low honor arthur morgan #john marston #javier escuella #wattpad #a03

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