#If someone ever dare to harm her ... I gonna find them and bite them.

[wilsons-journey]

Conk Creat

Random lil gift for @fish-ears, and a excuse for me play around with art and draw one of the cutest things I ever saw.

She is such a adorable lil creature. I want to kfjghkdjfhgkhjdfg squish this cute lil face. I love her.

[karlnapity]

i declare war on my body.

chapter 1: it’s sad to know that we are not alone in this.

(tws: nongraphic self-harm)

punz is the first to come back after the egg is destroyed.

it makes sense; after all, he’s the least connected, the least influenced. he only ever existed on the outskirts of the faction, still the most in control of himself of everyone.

it only takes a few days for him to recover, the red receding bit after bit from his eyes. he spends most of those days sleeping, only waking every few hours to stare at the wall. he tells sam his head feels buzzy, like his thoughts are all out of order, and all sam can do is rub his shoulder and encourage him to go back to sleep.

it’s on the fourth or fifth day he starts to regain any sort of energy, tells puffy a little about what it was like to be under the egg’s influence. he’s allergic to any sort of vulnerability, but no one can deny the way his hands shake, and puffy holds them with her own.

the last of the red bleeds through his tears.

>

it takes around two weeks for ant to make any sort of semblance of consciousness. he blinks his cat pupils open on the final day, stares sam in the face, and starts to cry. his eyes are still purple-tinted, but sam can’t care less as he envelopes his friend in a hug. ant is mumbling something that sounds like ‘i’m sorry' over and over and over again, and sam shushes him, runs a hand along the fur on his head in a calming gesture from when they were kids.

they stay there for a long time. whenever sam tries to pull away, ant hooks his claws in sam’s armor and doesn’t let him leave.

sam doesn’t say anything about it, just obliges.

>

it’s a hard and long process, apologizing. punz and ponk speak in quiet, mumbling voices, and no one dares interrupt them. ant begins with puffy, sitting next to her on the beds they set up, and he recounts the story to her.

“i wish i could tell you more,” he says. “but i don’t remember all that much.”

it’s a complete lie, and he has a feeling she knows, but thankfully she doesn’t pry. she just stands, takes his hand, and pulls him to his feet.

his legs are still a bit shaky, but she supports him as she leads them outside.

the vines are gone, and he can’t help but let out a small cry of relief. she grins at him as she leads him to hannah’s house.

the colors are still gone from her house, but as they settle outside he admires the roses that have started to push through the grass once again.

it’s such a wonder to be in control of himself once again. he opens and closes his hands a few times, still relishing in the feeling.

(he’s not sure of the timeline, of how long he wasn’t himself, but he can’t bring himself to ask.)

he looks at puffy, who’s watching him with a complicated expression. he reaches out a paw, and she takes it.

“i missed you,” she murmurs.

he’s been doing a lot of crying in the few short days he’s been awake, but he never seems to run out of tears.

“i missed you too.”

“we were so worried about what would happen to you after it was destroyed. it had such a strong hold on you…”

“i know, i know, but i’m here now, right? everyone’s gonna be ok.”

(it’s a lie. he’s still coasting on adrenaline, on pure unfiltered relief right now, but he knows it can’t last long. he knows they’ll realize they don’t forgive him, and he knows they’ll realize that it was his fault. because it was. he can’t let himself relax for long.)

she doesn’t make eye contact, and he can see her face pinch a bit at that. he feels a bit of a pit growing in his stomach. he almost doesn’t want to ask.

“what is it?”

she purses her lips. “we’re not sure, on bad.”

his stomach drops.

>

he demands to see bad immediately. it’s a long process, on such tired legs, to get down to the area below. they let him and punz recover on the surface, but puffy said they wanted bad as far from any of the egg’s possible influence as the final vines were being destroyed.

he’s sequestered in a room deep below, and as puffy leads ant down the hallway his anxiety grows.

as much as he wants to see his friend, part of him doesn’t.

a lot of him doesn’t. he stills. he can’t bring his legs to move any more. puffy walks a few more strides before she notices he isn’t behind her, and she doubles back.

she notices his expression immediately. “what’s wrong?”

he struggles to get the words out. he’s been struggling with that a lot, lately. he opens and closes his mouth a few times before he can get it out. it’s still surprising to be able to do so.

“i don’t know if i want to see him.” it’s a painful admission, and part of him fears puffy will immediately call him an asshole. hell, he doesn’t fucking want to see his best friend, one of the people he cares most about, his friend who’s comatose. that’s a bit of a dick move.

but she doesn’t. she rests a hand on his shoulder, and he pulls her into a hug as he hiccups. she rubs his back. they sink to the ground, and puffy holds him close.

“why don’t you want to see him?” there’s no judgment in her voice, not like he feared, and something about it unlocks his words.

“i just… part of it… i don’t want to see the effects, because that’ll make it so much more real.” he bites his lip. “and... we... we did such shitty things together- and i don’t want to remember them- i don’t want to remember how we treated each other- and-”

he can’t breathe. she rubs on his back, murmuring reassurances, and little by little the anxiety in his chest dissipates enough for him to think. he pulls back, a bit, gets a clear look at her face. she gives him a small smile, and he returns it.

“you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. we all get it.” she shifts closer, so they’re sitting side by side on the hallway floor. “it’s a hard thing. you deserve to feel comfortable, first of all. you deserve to put yourself and your recovery first.”

he tugs his knees to his chin. he doesn’t deserve to be first, not after what he did to everyone. puffy’s just being nice. they- his victims- they deserve to be first.

(but does bad count as a victim? he can remember, faintly, being horrible to bad. they fought all the time, he knows that, and not just with words.

the egg pit them against each other, had them fight for everything. he remembers more than he cares to.)

old wounds sting, even after they’ve long since healed. he puts a hand on a faint scar on his arm.

bad doesn’t count as a victim. he shivers.

“ant?” puffy asks gently.

“i don’t want to see him,” he murmurs, as horrible as it feels. puffy nods, pulls him into a brief hug, and tells him to go back upstairs, that she’ll be right behind.

he crawls into bed, and he sleeps for a long, long time.

>

“how’s he doing?” puffy asks as she enters the room. sam looks up from the bedside, setting his book on his lap.

“no change,” he says. puffy purses her lips, takes a look.

bad’s been sleeping fitfully ever since the egg was destroyed. he was the first to go down, collapsing the moment the final vine was severed. sam speculates the egg was siphoning the most energy from him, considering he was the leader of their cause.

he looks terrible. he’s hardly been able to sleep consistently for over half an hour, still gasping and wrenching in what seems to be pain, and they can’t figure out how to fix it.

he still has vines curled around his arm and face. they can’t find where it’s coming from, and every time they trim it back it returns within hours.

a few days ago they came in to find it seemingly ripped out. he was bleeding, badly, but when they returned with medical supplies it had already grown back.

(they decided to keep a constant watch, after that.)

she touches a hand to his forehead. none of them are exactly sure what temperature demons are supposed to be, but all the same he seems far too cold. she strokes his cheek, pulls away and adjusts the blankets. it’s a bit tough, with his height, but they make do.

he’s so pale. his skin looks almost gray where it used to be vibrant, and the red accents still haven’t turned from white.

(he looks dead. every time she comes to see him she can’t help but reach for his pulse. can’t help but check.)

she leans back, sighs. “ant didn’t want to see him.”

sam frowns. “punz and ponk didn’t, either.”

“he didn’t say much on it,” she continues, sitting beside him. “but he seemed almost… scared, i’d say. he said they didn’t treat each other too well.”

“it’s not surprising, is it? it must have been torture, it’s not surprising to learn it had them be awful to each other. if they were too close they’d find a way to fight back, and it couldn’t have that.”

she nods, putting her head in her hands. sam rubs her shoulder. she leans into his side, lets herself break just a little.

(only a little.)

“i just wish he’d wake up.”

“i know,” he says quietly. “i miss him. we’ve just got to hope it’s soon.”

>

punz starts out the day with the express need to forget what the fuck happened.

he can’t bear the way they look at him. puffy and sam’s pity makes him sick, and ant’s trying desperately to avoid him at all costs, and ponk still has a hard time looking him in the eye.

it hurts. he wants things to go back to the way they were, but he doesn’t because that was dream. he’s not sure what he wants.

he deserves a fucking break.

he’s not supposed to leave, yet, not without someone to accompany him, but he doesn’t care. the constant care is suffocating, and he just wants to pretend he’s back to normal for five fucking seconds.

so he grabs a bag, a couple loaves of bread, and

his head still hasn’t cleared, and his body is still utterly shot from being stretched to its limits for months, so he can’t run too far, but he doesn’t care.

(the pain is good, means he’s atoning, and when his lungs burn this hard he can’t even focus on memories.)

he coughs, stumbles, and finds himself on the ground. he rolls over, lays flat on his back, and stares at the sky. he wants to scream.

can he not have five seconds?

his brain feels fuzzy again. it’s been hard, lately, to think much of anything beyond a need to escape a mysterious, nonexistent enemy that’s probably just inside his own mind, but he can’t relax, can’t let himself go, can’t concentrate on anything because of sheer fear.

(puffy says it’s hypervigilance, a trauma response, but that doesn’t make sense, because wasn’t he doing the traumatizing?)

none of it makes any fucking sense. he just wants to curl up on the hill he’s found himself on, stay there forever. it’s so hard. he just wants to stay here forever.

he curls onto his side, closes his eyes. everything’s fuzzy.

“punz?”

he jolts, almost screams, but it’s ponk. he can relax around ponk. ponk’s safe. he settles back onto the ground. “you awake, buddy?”

he waves a hand, and ponk grabs it. he feels the other sit beside him.

“you’re not supposed to run, it’s not safe.”

punz grunts, rolls back onto his back. he has to put extra care into making words, now. it’s so much more tiring. he considers just not responding. he does. “yeah.”

ponk sighs. “ok. can you stand?”

it’s a long process to get back to the base.

>

bad wakes up slowly.

the first time, sam barely notices it. he rolls over, raises a hand to rub on his face, which isn’t too uncommon. the keen of pain that follows is still business as usual, much as it makes sam’s heart ache.

then, all of a sudden, he gasps. his hands fly up to pull at the vine on his face. his eyes are still closed, but he’s crying, sobbing, even, and he grasps with what seems to be his full strength. sam stands, trying to figure out what to do, when the vines fly off with a sickening noise that makes sam want to be sick.

they fall to the ground, and he raises a netherite boot to crush them. it makes a horrible squelch, and sam knows he’ll have to burn the boots later to get the stain off, but it doesn’t matter.

what matters is the blinking, too-dim, barely open eyes in front of him.

sam pulls him into a tight hug. bad makes a sort of growl in the back of his throat that makes sam’s hair stand up on end.

bad doesn’t usually speak in his native tongue, anymore, and sam has no idea what he says, but he doesn’t care.

his friend is alive.

>

everything hurts so much. every single nerve in his body feels like it’s on fire, feels like he’s burning up from the inside.

someone- sam, it’s sam, it’s sam it’s samit’ssam- is petting his hair, running his fingers through the knots and working them out gently. he’s saying something, but the rushing in bad’s ears is too much to be able to understand anything at all.

he’s so tired. he wants to fall asleep, wants to sleep forever, but the pain is so much that he can’t do more than collapse against sam, let the other man carry his weight. he wants to bring his arms up to return the hug (it’s the least he can do) but he can’t.

he lets out a whine. everything is too much. the world is too bright, his own breathing is too ragged to his ears, even sam’s touch hurts. sam just continues murmuring words bad doesn’t understand and running his fingers through his hair.

the door opens, or at least he thinks it does. he’s not sure. his weight is passed from sam to another and he cries out. he doesn’t want sam to leave him, but this new person talks in a voice that calms him. he feels a warm washcloth on his face and it’s the only thing that doesn’t burn. the person takes his hands and warms them between their own, and the pain eases just a little.

he relaxes, slowly.

there’s still whispering in his ears and he tries so hard to tune it out.

(it hurts.)

he curls in on himself when it grows too loud.

it gets louder. he doesn’t stay awake for long.

[starlessskies94]

Consequence (Joel Miller x OC)

Summary: What if Joel survived his injuries from the Abby and Fireflies attack but ends up with really bad amnesia. He can’t remember his wife, Ellie, or the Outbreak; only before. How will his family bring back the man they once knew?

Pairing: Joel Miller x OC

Note: Hope you enjoy the chapter; please leave a comment and let me know what you think <3 

Chapter Eight

It all started with a note. 

The next they were hightailing across the damn state, all the way back to where their deep dark mess of secrets and lies had started. There was no time to stop and question why Ellie had gone back; there was no need. They already knew. The poor girl was simply looking for answers that everyone else had refused to give her. 

The closer they got; the worse their fear became. The dread pulling tighter up the throat like a noose around the neck. It was like riding towards their own execution for the terrible crime they’d committed, of robbing the whole world of something they didn’t believe they even deserved. Because they didn’t. Not at the expense of Ellie’s life. 

Even now after everything; Joel and Adaline would always agree on that. 

When they finally made it to the outskirts of the hospital; Ellie was sitting alone. The pair barely bother to halt their horses before dismounting and rushing to their daughter’s side. Joel quickly pulling her into a hug. 

“The hell were you thinkin’? Joel uttered. Taking the words right out of Ada’s mouth as she moved to join the two. “Running off in the middle of the night like that…you talk to us.” He continued. “You don’t just leave a goddamn note-“ He didn’t get to finish as Ellie pushed him away.

And Ada knew this was it. Their time had run out and now there was no going back. 

The teenager paced on unsteady feet; her hands fidgeting with her jacket sleeves before finally getting too frustrated and just pushing them back up passed her elbows. It was a common habit Ellie had picked up as she’d gotten older; they’d both noticed. Whenever Ellie was stressed, uncomfortable, nervous or upset; she would fidget with her hands. Whether it was pulling on jacket sleeves, picking at her nails or just absentmindedly running her fingertips across the now hidden bite mark on her arm. Just as Joel did with his watch. It was always fascinating to Ada how much Ellie could be like Joel without even realising it. 

Over the years; the girl had picked up a lot of the man’s mannerisms. Like father, like daughter she supposed. Unfortunately that also meant she had Joel’s temper. And it was certainly a force to be reckoned with. 

The girl continued pacing, almost not daring to look back at her parents. Her mind racing a mile a minute as she contemplated what to say. How to string her words together. The endless list of questions that plagued her for years. 

‘What happened to the Fireflies?’

‘Why had Ada and Joel lied about it for so long?’

‘Was Marlene dead?’ Ellie had a bad feeling she already knew the answer to that one; it had always been an assumption she sort of accepted, considering how loyal the leader had been to her cause. If she had threatened the young girl in any way in order to get her cure; Ellie knew for a fact her mom wouldn’t hesitate to cut her down. Or maybe Joel had killed her; it didn’t really matter now. The Fireflies were gone and so was their precious cure. 

She just needed to know why. Looking back at the rotting ruins of the Hospital; Ellie finally settled on her words before turning to face her family. 

“Tell me...what happened here.” She started with a shaken breath. Resisting the urge to pull her sleeves again as hands began to tremble once more. “If you lie to me one more time, I’m gone. You will never see me again.” She took a breath and it caught in her throat. The air thick and tense, Joel and Ada staring blankly at her with sad eyes.

“But if you tell me the truth, I’ll go back to Jackson.” She promised. “No matter what it is.” It was at that point as her parents shared a look; that Ellie realised she had no idea just what she was promising. 

Her mother took a reluctant step towards her and Ellie had to stop herself from flinching.  

“I...uh…” Ada stuttered, clearing her throat several times before trying to speak again. 

“Mom...just say it.” 

The older woman glanced back at Joel as he nodded woefully. Ada turned back to her daughter; her brown eyes welling with tears. 

“Making a vaccine...would have killed you. So we stopped them.” She said, gesturing to herself and Joel. The older man dropping his eyes to the floor as the shame flooded his face. 

Ellie’s blood ran cold. She gasped out a strangled sob that burst from her throat as it burned. She felt sick. Her chest tight and heavy. The weight pushing down so deep she couldn’t breath. How dare they?

HOW FUCKING DARE THEY?! 

Taking such a choice away from her! Taking away the chance for her immunity to mean something. To make the losses mean something. Her pain mean something. But they had decided to take her away from all that and it wasn’t fair that she’d had no say in any of it. 

She collapsed letting herself sit atop an old box, old equipment the Fireflies had left behind maybe? She didn’t fucking care anymore. She pulled at the front of her shirt in a feeble attempt to give herself room to breathe. But her chest continued to tighten. Her airway closing around the lump forming in her now dry throat. Her eyes streamed with tears, blurring her vision.  

“Oh my god…” She choked. Her hand clutching her chest as her breath became quick and short. Her stomach churned; hands and feet turning cold and numb. 

“Ellie...sweetheart…” The voice was echoed and distant. But she flinched when her mom reached out to console her. Her whole body snapping to her feet as she pulled away. Her hand lashing out to shove her back.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” She snapped. Ada's lower jaw quivered as she held back her own tears. The hurt was plain and raw in her eyes looking back to Ellie. “I’ll go back, but you and me...we’re done!” She screamed, her eyes narrowing at both Joel and Ada. Ada gasped a sob of her own as she took a cautious step towards her daughter but Ellie was already backing away. “Ellie...please.” She pleaded. “Just let us explain.” The teen scoffed bitterly; she wasn’t interested in anything they had to say. Her nostrils flared in anger, her lip snarled as she shook her head in defiance. 

“I don’t fucking care! I hate-” 

“Hey! Stop! That’s enough!” Ellie's eyes darted to Joel raising his voice as he moved to stand beside his wife, his arms wrapping around her shoulders. Pulling her close as she buried her face into his side. 

“Don’t do that. You wanna hate someone for this? You hate me, okay?” He clarified and somehow the audacity of Joel only made her angrier. “Don’t put this on your mother. It ain’t her fault.” 

Again Ellie scoffed bitterly. How dare he tell her how to feel. Who to blame. They were both at fault for this. She’d trusted them and this was what they’d done?! How could she ever see them in the same way again. “Are you fucking kidding me Joel?!” 

The man sighed heavily, Ada wiping away her stray tears as she looked back at her daughter with bloodshot eyes. Joel was quiet for a second, his eyes flitting back between Ada and Ellie before he finally spoke. “I pulled the trigger, not your mom. You wanna blame anyone then you blame me. Please don’t punish her.” He uttered pathetically. His whole body seemed to sag with sadness and Ellie felt sick the longer she looked at him, she didn’t even bother dignifying his plea with an answer as she shoved passed him and headed back towards Shimmer. Not even bothering to spare them a glance as she mounted and forcefully spurred the horse into a canter and rode away back towards Jackson without another word. 

Ada and Joel watched her go. Both feeling defeated and tired.

The Texan glanced back to his wife when she slid her hand into his and squeezed gently. “You didn’t have to do that.” She whispered. “I wished you hadn’t.” Joel felt his heart ache at the broken look on her face. Her nose and eyes rubbed red from her tears, Her face slightly puffed from the lack of sleep they’d lost from riding through the night to find Ellie. He softly kissed her forehead before dropping his gaze to meet hers. 

“If she has to lose one of us...I’d rather it was me.” He said. “She needs her mother if she’s gonna get through this.” Ada sighed, collapsing against his chest as her exhaustion caught up with her. “She needs you too.” She muffled into his jacket. “We both do.” 

He ran a hand through her hair as he hugged her close. In that moment it hit him just how grateful he was for this woman in his arms. He often thought about his life before Ellie and Adaline and he didn’t like it. There had been no way of knowing how things were going to play out the way they had when they’d met in Boston, but Joel knew without a doubt he wouldn’t have changed a thing. This was a life he’d happily choose over and over. At the beginning after losing Sarah, Joel had given up on the idea of family and love. After losing her, there was no getting it back. But then they’d come barrelling into his life...literally. Ada, eager to protect the young fourteen year old from the strange man forcing his way through the door, with Ellie in toe ready to strike with her pocket knife to protect her then mother figure from harm. If anyone had told him he would then go on to marry this woman, he’d have called them insane. Now he couldn’t imagine life without her. He didn’t think he could live without her. He didn’t want to. 

He squeezed her tight as her own arms found their way around his waist squeezing back in return. 

“Don't worry about me; I ain’t going anywhere darlin’.” He looked down kissing her then let his hands run the length of her arms, taking her hands in his, walking her towards the grazing horses. “Come on, let's head home.” 

Ada didn’t reply as she followed, the two quickly climbing back on and turning towards the same path Ellie had taken. Their horses breaking into a gentle trot. They rode in silence, both afraid of the fall out that awaited them when they returned to Jackson. Tommy and Maria would want to know what happened. If they hadn’t already noticed they were gone, Joel wasn’t looking forward to that conversation. He figured Tommy would understand but he was pretty certain, he hadn’t told Maria the whole story yet. He stole a glance back towards Ada as she rode beside him. But she just looked utterly broken. Her eyes set dead ahead of them, hands gripping her reins like a vice and legs rigid from the panic she’d woken up to in the night; when they'd found Ellie had disappeared. Joel looked back at the path before them. It would be a long ride back to Jackson. He just hoped and prayed that given some time and space...maybe...hopefully; Ellie would eventually understand why they’d done what they had done. And if he was lucky she might even forgive him for it. 

[nukacoola]

Companions react to Danse stepping out of power armor for the first time!

Cait: 

She would look Danse up and down very obviously and grin which would make him extremely uncomfortable. 

“Ya’outgha get out of that thing more often Dansey. Who knew there were cookies in that tin can of yours.”

She obviously isn’t actually interested in Danse. Way too boring. But she’s not one to toss out eye candy just cause it isn’t her favorite flavor. She wouldn’t actively follow him but for fun and also to get on his nerves she would definitely cat-call him everytime he was in hearing range. Deacon and Hancock might join in for a few comments if they don’t have anything better to do.

She would not stop unless sole made a convincing plea or reason for why she should and maybe not even then.

Danse would not respond or look at Cait but he would be very red and never get out of his suit in front of her again.

Codsworth: 

“Why Paladin Danse I dare say you’ve been keeping up your workout routine! Cheers to your excellent health whether in or out of your power armor!” Codsworth is reassured that his owner is traveling with someone so equipped for the struggles of the wasteland.

“Uh, thank you, Codsworth.” Danse would feel a bit awkward but he would appreciate the compliment. 

“Might I polish that for you while you're otherwise engaged? It seems to be in a just dreadful state and I would like nothing more than for you to be looking your best in your wasteland escapades!” Though he is reassured by Danse’s physical state and abilities, he is mortified by the state his armor is in. All the scratches, dings, and dirt? It’s just horrible. Codsworth has always wanted an opportunity to fix that suit up and is pretty happy that the day has finally arrived.

“I- If you’d like to you can.”

“Oh good! I do so love a difficult task!” With that Codsworth would zoom away to procure the necessary supplies to return Danse’s armor to it’s original state. Danse didn’t really know whether or not he should be offended at the robot’s comments but he decided to just continue about his business and not think about it too much. 

Curie:

“Oh Monsieur Danse, you are quite zee lovely specimen! I would be eager to do a physical examination if you would allow me to.” Ever since leaving the vault, Curie has been astounded at how many different sorts of humans there are. Danse is particularly interesting to her because of the amazing athletic feats he does so regularly. She is also interested in studying the effects of constant power armor usage on the human body. When she sees him step out of his suit for the first time and sees his overly muscular physique, it just tacks on another reason she wants to study him. 

Before Blind Betrayal:

“The only specimen that needs examining is you, synth. Don’t talk to me unless you’re submitting yourself to the Brotherhood.” The only reason Curie isn’t already on the Prydwen is because Sole thinks it’s their friend. It bothers Danse immensely that Sole hasn’t destroyed or used this inhuman thing already.

(Don’t get mad at me he literally says this in game.)

Curie is very hurt, she expected this reaction but it still hurt. She was still getting used to feelings such as the pained ones she felt in moments like these.

After Blind Betrayal:

“No. Thank you.” Danse’s words were strained. Being around Curie was pretty awful for him. He had treated her so terribly before and he still had strong feelings of disgust towards her despite what he knows now. Everytime he sees her and has those feelings of hate and disgust, he remembers that he and Curie are the same. He’s still struggling to overcome the years of propaganda that were drilled into him. 

Curie is disappointed. Did Danse not see they are the same? If he didn’t believe in her humanity then he would have to not believe in his own. It is very confusing for Curie. She hopes that he will eventually go back on his denial of her offer. He would be a very interesting specimen.

Deacon:

He would be surprised that Danse would be able to wear that clunky thing so much in the first place. He wouldn’t be surprised at how muscular he is under the suit though. It takes a lot of strength to operate those suits. He’d read that before they were fully developed, a lot of trial runs had resulted in really terrible accidents. The kind of accidents that crush all of your bones at once or remove your top half from your bottom.

Deacon would definitely make a few jokes. “Hey the sardine’s outta the can!” “Isn’t getting out of that bulldozer against Brotherhood policy or something?” “And I thought it was glued on! Learn something new everyday.”

Danse would scowl at his comments but say nothing. He did not like Deacon one bit. That man’s hiding something and if it turns out what he’s hiding will harm Sole or the Brotherhood’s mission, there was gonna be hell to pay. Danse could’ve sworn he’d seen him on the Prydwen a few times but whenever he looked back again to check, he was gone. Danse didn’t much like the idea of leaving his power armor alone with Deacon around but Sole assured him he’s harmless. We’ll see...

Whenever Danse returned to his suit Deacon would stand suspiciously close to it and act like he was trying to play cool after almost being caught doing something nefarious. He would never get tired of watching Danse carefully inspect every part of the armor before apprehensively getting in. Man that guy’s fun to mess with.

Dogmeat: 

He was so surprised! He thought this human was just made of metal! But now Dogmeat can play and jump and lick! Yes!!

Danse has no idea how to deal with a dog he wasn’t allowed to kick so he would just try to awkwardly push the pup off until Sole took care of it.

Hancock: 

Oh HELL YES! Hancock has wanted to punch this fucker since he first laid eyes on him. “HEY SOLDIER BOY, TIME TO SEE WHAT YOU CAN DO OUT OF YOUR DAMN COWARD COFFIN!” He would make a beeline towards the paladin and the paladin would speed walk towards the ghoul as well. Sole barely let him insult the damn freak but this was a direct attack of which he was most definitely gonna defend himself from.

Sole would freak out a bit and try to get in between the two. They would both try to get Sole out of the way so they could pummel each other. A brief alliance in order to facilitate their battle. This was too sweet of an opportunity to miss. 

“Sorry Sunshine, this is happening.”

“Sole, it has directly started an altercation with me and I intend to see it through.”

If they both had a great relationship with Sole after a bit of panicked begging to both parties, the men would begrudgingly back off. They would, however, insult each other viciously despite Sole’s protests. 

“You have no fucking idea how lucky you are meathead. I swear to god if they weren’t here…”

“You call me a meathead but you’re the one who’s rotting, ghoul.”

They would continue to jab each other until Sole dragged Danse off to do what he got out of his suit to do in the first place. 

If one or both of them didn’t have a close relationship with Sole, well, it wouldn’t be pretty. They would forcibly move Sole out of the way and fight for a while. Though Danse is much bigger than Hancock, Hancock is quicker and better at hand to hand. Danse, being unused to fighting outside of his armor, was ultimately unable to beat the ghoul. Hancock landed one final blow to his face, knocking Danse flat. When he stayed down Hancock laughed loudly and spit at him.

“Done in by the best, lucky you.” It would be a huge blow to Danse’s ego and he’d resent Hancock even more now. Hancock would gloat constantly when Danse was around. “Heyyy, there’s my favorite punching bag!” “Come on over Dansey I won’t bite!” He wouldn’t out of shame, but if Danse ever did try to retort, Hancock would just taunt him. Saying something like “Oh yeah? Ya know my favorite way to settle conflicts is by beating the other asshole into the dirt. Hop outta that suit and we can go for round two.”

MacCready:

Mac’s always thought of Danse as an annoying asshole. He still thinks of him this way but when he stepped out of that armor for the first time. Ho lee sh-crap. MacCready might have to look into joining the Brotherhood if the rest of those guys looked the same as Danse. He had expected him to be strong cause of the whole carrying 500 pounds of steel everywhere but his body was something Mac was not expecting and something he could look at for a while. 

If Danse came near the merc he would probably clam up and blush a bit. If Danse caught him staring, he would annoyedly ask, “Is there a problem, civilian?”

“I- uh no.” any other day he would’ve fired back some snide remark but he couldn’t quite seem to think of one right now. 

Nick:

Nick really couldn’t give less of a damn. He hated Danse, Danse hated him, and the two did their best to ignore each other. 

Piper: Piper didn’t really care either. Sure he was muscular but she was very turned off by the everything else about him. All she really payed attention to was the possibility of an exclusive interview or an inside look at the Brotherhood’s workings. Danse would never agree to either of those though. Preston: Preston didn’t care. He already knew you had to be strong to wear power armor especially if you wore them as much as Brotherhood Paladins did. He didn’t like the Brotherhood and by extension, he didn’t trust Danse. Preston was mannerly of course, for Sole, but he knows Danse thinks very little of the Minutemen so he didn’t try too hard to be kind. Strong: Strong thinks this is good time to smash strong human. He has killed many brothers but he wears metal suit. He is weak without metal suit. Human friend tells Strong that if Strong smash, Strong will not find milk of human kindness. Strong angry, Strong want to smash, but Strong not smash.

Danse would never get out of his suit near Strong unless he absolutely had to. Sole insisted that the abomination wasn’t going to be a problem but he didn’t believe it for a second. It took all of his willpower to not open fire on the thing whenever he saw it. Sole has poor taste in companions...

X6:

X6 wouldn’t care. He would consider taking this opportunity to get rid of the high ranking Brotherhood soldier, but it would make Sole upset and would do relatively little to the Brotherhood as a whole. 

Ask and ye shall recieve! I decide the winner on Hancock’s one by their special stats. How the hell does Hancock have such good stats and he’s still terrible in a fight??

[shes-ghostface]

May I get The Legion but they befriend a really loving and caring survivor who basically becomes the groups mom/big sister?

This is such a precious ask 🤍 I can certainly try! I’ve never done one like this so I’m sorry if it’s not what you were hoping for! 🤍

You had just awoke yet again from that damn black mist that surrounds you before a trial. As you looked around, you noticed you were at Ormond. It was freezing and you instantly regretted not bringing your jacket.

‘Isn’t this the place that Jeff said some teenagers hang out at?’ You thought to yourself as you walked through the snow, hearing it slightly crunch under every step as you approached the resort building. As you reached the inside you could hear the slight crackling of a fire, you hadn’t seen any other survivors as of yet so you went to check it out, if there’s warmth anywhere in this place at least one of them has gotta be there, right?

Right you were, you seen the silhouette of somebody sitting in front of the flames, but you couldn’t make out who it was yet as they had their back to you and their hood up. They were male, that much you could make out but you didn’t remember seeing any of the survivors putting a hoodie on when you were all preparing for your trial. You shrugged your shoulders and gathered it wasn’t that big of a deal.

You approached the hooded figure, preparing to sit down next to them. “Cold day huh?” He asks, with a slight laugh. “Yeah, I wish I’d brought my jacket. This place is always cold, but I don’t mind it. It beats the humid and clammy farm.” You reply, looking over at him to see his reaction. He just laughs, “Yeah, I like the cold. Been accustomed to it for years.” He states. You look at his face, trying to pinpoint if you had ever seen him before, you really couldn’t remember this guy but he gave off a good vibe so you decided to chat a little longer, considering there was no killer nearby as of yet.

“Have you seen who the killer is yet? I haven’t seen or heard them or the other two survivors.” You ask, trying to get another conversation going. “No idea, maybe it’s a stealth killer and the other two are just playing passive.” He replies, to which you ask “Maybe, well I’m gonna try get this gen done, you can help me if you’d like? Or you can go try find the other two see if they need help with anything?” He looks up at you with a smirk, “I’ll go find the other two, see you soon.”

Before you could even reply he was vaulting through one of the windows. ‘What a strange guy’ you thought to yourself as you started to work on the resorts generator. You couldn’t stop thinking about who that guy was and why you couldn’t remember him. When you got back to the campfire you would have to try find him and get to know him better, he seemed pretty cool after all.

Before you could even keep the thoughts running through your mind, the generator roared to life. You must have been that lost in thought you didn’t even notice two of your other survivors had been mori’d. “Was I really that deep in thought? I need to find that guy before it’s too late.” You said to yourself, there was only 2 generators left to pop so one of the other survivors had been cranking gens, you hoped it was that new guy. Hopefully you can both escape together, you kept saying to yourself as you stepped back out into the skin biting blizzard outside.

As you were heading towards the killer shack to one of the last gens, you heard a scream, but it was a woman’s. You turned fast on your heel, sprinting towards where it came from. As you reached the area your heart started to race and even in this teeth chattering cold, your skin was getting clammy, the killer was close.

You heard the mori happening just on the other side of the wall as you stepped back through the doorway into the resort, you couldn’t believe it. It couldn’t be? Could it? As you peered around the corner, you saw the same hooded figure from earlier getting up from the ground and wiping the blood from his knife onto his leather jacket. You let out a gasp, you couldn’t help it. The shock was too much, he whipped his eyes towards you and you stumbled back, right into the reception counter of the resort.

“It was you? All along? Why didn’t you just kill me earlier, back at the fire?” You asked, in an angry but anxious tone. He let out a smug laugh under his weird smiling mask. “Because, you’re the only survivor who didn’t just run from me. You actually had a conversation with me, some days I just don’t wanna kill you know? Killers have off days too. It was nice to just be normal, even if it was only for a brief time.” He replies.

You look at him, he doesn’t look like he’s going to harm you any time soon. You let your guard down slightly, hoping not to regret it. “So what now? Are you gonna kill me?” You ask him, to which he takes his mask off, shaking his head. “No, I won’t kill you. You seem cool, and I’d actually like to talk to you some more. And I think the others would too, they keep asking for another person to hang with us.” You look at him with a slight frown, “Others? There’s more of you?” You ask him, to which he laughs and replies “Just trust me, meet me here after the trial, around 6pm. I’ll introduce you to the group, the hatch is just outside. If you’re not there within 10 minutes then I’ll get the message.” You were about to reply but before you could, he sprinted away. You had never seen a killer run so fast. Your mind was going a hundred miles per hour, ‘the others’ kept playing over and over in your mind, they must be the teenagers that Jeff had told you about. You soon made it to the hatch and off you went, back to the campfire.

As you arrived, the other survivors weren’t around. The majority of them must be in other trials and the ones that were in your previous trial were probably healing up near the river. So off you went, it was already 5:30pm so by the time you reached the Ormond realm it would be nearing 6pm.

It felt like hours that you were walking through the gloomy damp woods, until you felt that blustery air nipping at your skin once again. You were close. It was just after 6pm, as you neared the Ormond Resort entrance you seen him. The hooded guy, you still don’t know his name. ‘I gotta ask for it as soon as possible. Who doesn’t ask someone’s name straight away?’ You thought to yourself, rolling your eyes.

“You’re finally here!” You hear him shout, he actually seems excited about this. It was nice, a lot of the time the rest of the survivors are all doom and gloom because of trials and how bad they’ve been hurt. It was heartwarming to hear someone actually happy for once. You approached him with a smile, “Yeah! I’m here, what’s your name? I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier, I don’t know why I didn’t.” He laughs, “The names Frank, now let’s get inside and meet the others.” He says as he motions his arms towards the doorway, you step in and the heat hits you instantly. You hear faint music getting louder the further inside you get, it’s that song called ‘Heads Will Roll’. You hadn’t heard that song in years.. You look to Frank and he’s already in front of you, motioning you to go into the main part of the resort with the fireplace from earlier.

As you step in you see three people, one girl has blonde hair, shaven on one side and looks quite tall, by her body language she seems really confident. The other girl has pink hair and looks slightly shorter, by the way she’s standing she seems timid. The guy had his hood up but you could make out a slight goatee and is about the same height as Frank, by the looks of him he seems the most chill one. You look to Frank, studying him. He had deep brown eyes and brown hair, with a neck tattoo. ‘Who did that? Is he even of age to get a tattoo?’ You thought to yourself.

Frank suddenly snaps you out of your daze, he tells you the groups names. You learn that the tall girl is Julie, the pink haired girl is Susie and the hooded guy is Joey. Before you can even introduce yourself you hear Frank shout “So guys this is who I was telling you about!” All three look over to you, you smile and before you can say hello, Julie shouts “Hey newbie, nice to finally meet you. Come over here and chill with us, we got snacks and drinks if you want any. Just help yourself!” As you’re walking towards them, Susie approaches you coyly. “Hey, it’s nice to meet you! I hope we don’t seem too intimidating, we just don’t get a lot of compan-“ before she can finish her sentence, Joey comes over and puts his arms around you both, leading you to the seating area, “Nice to meet you man! Come sit, I’m in charge of the boombox so if you have any requests come to me and I’ll look through our tapes to see if we have it!” Joey boasts.

You couldn’t believe how nice they all were, it was so different to being sat back at the survivors camp. As you sat down you grabbed a can of soda, looking at all four of them being all hyper and chatty. Julie asked if you were okay to play truth or dare, to which you accepted and thankfully so. You learned a lot about the group, who you now know as ‘The Legion’ due to you asking what the graffiti at the top of the stairs was. You also learned that Frank had a rough family life before the realm, so he sees The Legion as his only family. Julie is the hairstylist and tattooist, she told you that if you wanted a new look she’s your girl. Joey is the musician and fitness fanatic, if you want to tone up or get really fit he’s gonna be the one to help you. And you learned Susie is the medic and beauty girl. She takes care of all the wounds and can make you look like a 10, even in the entities realm.

You noticed Frank was drinking quite a lot, he started to get even louder than he was to begin with but then he suddenly crashed down on the sofa next to Joey and all four of you looked at him. He let out a sigh, “No one is ever nice to us. It’s always us four who are seen as the outcasts because we’re so young and rowdy. The other killers find us annoying and the survivors just think they can be toxic to us during trials. It gets lonely here, I wanted to bring you here so you could see we’re just like anyone else. We’re just trying to get through everyday without pissing the entity off.” You look at him, he looks really down about this. Susie starts to fidget and adds, “We don’t get a lot of company, it’s like now that you’re here a hole has been filled. I know it’s only been a few hours but we don’t get any visitors and it means the world to us that you even want to stay in the first place.” Joey and Julie don’t say anything, they just look at you wide eyed, with smiles. Like children looking to their parent for reassurance. “Well you guys know if I didn’t want to be here I’d already be gone, I love chilling with you all. It’s so different than having to deal with the low mood back at survivor camp, I’d come here every day if I could.” You tell them, to which all their faces light up. Before any of them can say anything, you hear the clock chime 11pm.

You were having that much of a good time with them you didn’t notice how late it was, if you stayed past midnight the entity would punish both the killers and survivors who broke the rule.

“I have to go guys, it’s getting late.” You state, standing up out of your seat next to Susie. “Damn it’s that time already?” Joey asks. “Time flies when you’re having fun so they say.” Julie adds, Susie gets up and gives you a hug goodbye, “You’ll come back won’t you? It’s been awesome having you around, even just for a few hours.” You hug her back and smile, “Of course I’ll be back.”

You say goodbye to the other three, to which they all give you a hug and tell you that they can’t wait for the next time you all hang out.

Months went on and every single day you went to visit The Legion, every day that passed, you spent less and less time at the survivor camp. To which you didn’t miss at all.

Most days consisted of you all hanging around the resort fire, playing boards games and truth or dare. You always talked about your trials, mainly about which survivors didn’t make it and what killers you juked.

Other days you would watch Julie give Frank some new tattoos and watch him grit his teeth in pain if she pressed a little too hard, on purpose that is. Every time she did it she had a smirk on her face, your time with Julie was always chill. You would always gossip about killers and survivors whilst doing each other’s hair and she would ask you advice on what to do to catch survivors who are looping her and other times she would ask you for relationship advice. She would often show you her new sketches of her tattoo ideas, she was an amazing artist. She told you her dream job before the realm was to be a tattoo artist, so in the realm she uses Frank as her canvas. She would always show her true feelings to you after a few hours of talking, she knew she could cry around you because you wouldn’t judge her on anything. And if she got too sad you would always make her favourite drink, which was Monster Energy mixed with rum. You really didn’t see the appeal but she always appreciated it and drank it within 5 minutes and always seemed to pick up after that and a sisterly hug from you. After the first week of hanging out with Julie, she gave you one of her earrings to keep. She said that maybe it would help you have more confidence in trials by reminding you that no matter what happens, she is always there and will have your back.

Your time with Frank is always therapeutic in a weird way, if he isn’t getting tattooed he’s wrecking some part of the resort just because he can. He let’s you join in and get your anger of toxic trials out by letting you break snowboards and set them alight, or throw his knife at targets and slice at the dummy’s that are out in the ‘garden’ area of the resort. You can always vent to Frank and he can always vent to you, nothing is hidden between the two of you. He often talks about how he would have loved to have been a stuntman for movies back in the normal world because he lives for the adrenaline rush of things. You both also know each other’s crushes inside the realm and often joke about who you ship one another with the most. He always pairs you with your least favourite killer and to be snarky you always pair him with the survivors who loop him the most. You also race each other around the resort to try prove who’s the fastest, you have the classic sibling rivalry with Frank. He’s like the little brother you never thought you would have in the realm and you both live to annoy one another. The keepsake Frank gave you was one of his old band tees that doesn’t fit him anymore, it was a Hollywood Undead tee. He always blasted them from his Walkman, soon as you neared his room to you could hear one of their songs coming through his headphones. To which you would rip it off his head and startle him.

You never stop laughing with Joey, he is such a joker and always knows how to cheer you up after a rough trial. After a while he put all your favourite songs on a mixtape that he made for you, to which he wrote ‘Big Sis’ with a heart next to it on the label. You have no idea how he got the songs in the realm but you both jammed out all day to it. He fixed up his old cassette player for you so that you could take it back to the survivor camp and play it, he had to show you how to use it of course. You were used to CD players and MP3’s. He also helps you out when it comes to trials by letting you train with him, he taught you how to loop killers for longer by chasing you to build both his and your stamina up. He told you that if he could’ve stayed in the normal world, he would have trained to be a professional boxer to compete in the Olympics. Joey is a softie, he talks to you about anything and everything. He often talks about his past and his family, saying how much he misses them and wonders if they still think of him. You always reassure him by telling him they could never forget a guy like him, but he has his new family here with you and the other three. If he gets too upset you always have his favourite snack to pull out of your pocket and give to him. Joey LOVES food, you learned that when you went to clear his room out whilst he was on a trial and you found tons of empty chocolate bar wrappers and potato chip packets in his top drawer. You and Joey often arm wrestle and it gets super competitive, whoever wins gets to be the boombox DJ the night after.

Susie looks up to you a lot, as she’s healing your wounds after trials she always asks how you can be so strong, especially when it comes to facing killers and getting hurt. The most she gets hurt is from pallet stuns and slight punctures for decisive strikes, when you come back you have holes from the hook piercing through you and slashes all over your body. She finds it hardest when you come back after getting mori’d, especially by Kazan... She never had a big sister before the entities realm. She told you she has always wanted one and you were everything she ever needed in a sister. Susie is the most emotional of the five of you, she often comes back from trials and cries on your shoulder about toxic survivors whilst you rub her back. To cheer her up you tell her she can give you a makeover and that you will do hers in return. Susie is really pretty, if the entity didn’t take her she would have been the beauty queen of her high school for sure. She told you she would have been a beautician if she hadn’t been taken. This often makes her sad too but you get her back to her cheerful self when you ask her to do a certain makeup look on you. She loves that you like her makeup styles, it gives her the confidence she needs. Susie was always making something in her room, one time you went to see her and seen that she was making some kind of bracelet. She noticed you in the doorway and ushered you in. “It’s almost ready! Me and the other three have one already, it’s a friendship bracelet! I made it your favourite colour.” She snipped the last few strands away and placed it on your wrist. As you lifted it to your face to study it, you noticed it had your initials engraved on the small metal plaque and underneath your initials it had ‘The Legion’. They truly did see you as one of them now and it was so heartwarming for you. “Thank you Susie! It’s absolutely beautiful, I’ll never take it off.” Susies face lit up, her huge smile revealing her braces.

If any killers are too brutal with you, you best believe these four will mess with them by taking things from their realms or hiding their weapons so they’re late for trials and get punished by the entity. Frank and Julie are the aggressive ones so a lot of the time they go to fight the killers and often lose, especially if it’s Michael or Kazan. You always know when they’ve had a fight because when you reach the resort you see the bloodstains in the snow leading to the doorway. If you get there in time you always help Susie tend to their wounds and thankfully, due to the miraculous healing speed in the realm, they’re back to normal within an hour.

Anytime you’re around the survivor camp you always get snide comments about how you’re a traitor, these same survivors always screw you over in trials by using diversion near you and not getting you off the hook. You always tell The Legion which survivors do this and every trial that they go against those survivors, they tunnel and mori them to make them suffer and hate the trial even more.

You also won’t ever help the survivors that are toxic to The Legion during trials. You will make sure the killer knows where they are by fast vaulting around them and you will never attempt to get them off of the hook.

If you go against any of The Legion, they always let you get hatch at the end of the trial and you purposely don’t do generators just to give them more time to find the other survivors. It gets them good treatment from the entity.

No one messes with you or any of The Legion and gets away with it. Having a family in the realm was something you never thought you would have, but with Frank, Julie, Susie and Joey, you have never felt more at home.

I hope this was okay! I’m sorry it was really late too, I’ve been dealing with a loss but I’m finally starting to feel okay again! Thank you for the ask, I really appreciate it! 🤍

[purrincess-chat]

Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH5

Aaaand it’s finally time. Surprise! Work has been kicking my butt the past couple weeks, so I’ve been really tired and writing has been slow. But we are still plenty ahead of schedule on this project, so don’t worry your pretty little heads! You’ll still get a chapter every Friday! We’re getting closer to the big shifts. Only a couple more chapters until the real fun begins >:)

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Chapter 5: when the party’s over

“Good morning, sweetie.”

“Morning, Mom.” Marinette made her way down the stairs, carrying her boots in one hand. She yawned and stooped to kiss her mother’s cheek.

“How was the concert? Did you all have a good time?” her mom asked.

“I had an amazing time! We got to stand backstage for the whole performance, and you’re not gonna believe it! I fixed Jagged's jacket, and to thank me, he invited me to sing a song with him!” Marinette relayed as she grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl.

“Oh, how exciting!” her mom said. “I always knew you would do something amazing.”

“If Eliott hadn't suggested that I ask for tickets, Jagged would have canceled the show. It was really lucky that I was there,” Marinette said, ripping the peel.

“So, I take it everything is going well at your new school?” Her mom took a seat across from her.

“Yeah. I'm making new friends, and I helped someone with their bully,” Marinette answered around a bite.

“Are you happy?”

Marinette slowed her chewing as she mulled over an answer, and sensing her hesitance, her mom placed a hand over hers.

“I know there are things you don't tell me, but I can tell when you're upset,” she said. “You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. All I care about is that you're happy.”

“It's just that…” She took a deep breath before spilling everything. Following Lila and Adrien, the situation with seats, Lila's threats in the bathroom, Alya's akumatization.

Everything.

Once she started, she couldn't stop. Words tumbled from her mouth in a rapid current until hot tears spilled down her cheeks. Her mother moved to hold her, rubbing her back and kissing her hair.

“When you said you wanted to transfer to this new school to focus on your talents, I had no idea you were leaving behind so much,” her mom said. “You've been carrying all of that weight for so long.”

“I didn't know what else to do,” Marinette whimpered. She sniffled against her mother's shoulder.

“Look at me.” Her mom lifted her chin. “You do so much for other people, and that’s wonderful. But I think it's time that you focus on what makes you happy.”

That was the understatement of the century, but Marinette wasn't going to say as much.

“Your father and I raised you to always help others when you can, but we never wanted it to be at the expense of your own happiness. Sometimes it's okay to do what's best for yourself, and I think that changing schools was a smart decision.” She brushed a tear from Marinette's cheek with her thumb. “I know you're hurting now, and if you ever need anything, Papa and I are always here for you.”

“Thanks, Mama,” Marinette said.

She hugged her mother tightly, her worries washing down her face in thin streaks. For once, she wasn't a superhero with the weight of the world on her shoulders—she was a young girl, abandoned and hurt by the people she once trusted. There wasn’t a clever solution to fix everything. No lucky charm to get her out of a messy situation. It was the hardest lesson she'd ever learned. That sometimes there was no magic to reset everything. Some wounds didn't heal, and some bonds stayed broken.

For the first time since she became Ladybug, Marinette didn't have to carry anyone's burdens but her own. For once, she could just cry.

♪♫♪ When I’m Gone ♪♫♪

“Well, class, by an overwhelming majority, I’m happy to announce Lila as our new class representative!” Mlle. Bustier said.

“Mlle. Bustier, I would like a recount!” Chloe demanded.

“You only had two votes, Chloe. I don’t think a recount is necessary.” She gave her a sympathetic smile.

“What? That’s ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Chloe folded her arms over her chest.

“Can you blame us?” Alya asked.

“Yeah, Lila is way cooler than you.” Alix shot back, a sentiment echoed by several others.

Chloe slouched in her seat, seething. “Well, at least Sabrina recognizes my natural leadership,” she said, but her bff averted her gaze. “Don’t tell me you voted for her too?”

“Sorry, Chloe.” Sabrina shrank when Chloe gasped in disbelief.

“Are my ears deceiving me? How dare you!” Chloe slammed her fist on the desk as the whole class erupted into laughter.

“Wow, even Sabrina is tired of you,” Nathaniel said.

Chloe’s jaw clenched, cheeks burning angry and hot. Even the shrimpy comic book nerd was laughing at her. What had the world come to?

“I don’t want to cause any trouble, but I did win fair and square, Chloe. I hope you aren’t too mad at me.” Lila curled her shoulders. “The last thing I want to do is make another enemy like I did with Marinette. I just want to do my best to make your lives as easy as possible here.”

“See? Now that’s natural leadership.” Alya smirked.

“You’re all so lame. I wouldn’t want your votes anyway.” Chloe glared at Lila as class resumed and clicked her stylus pen. Lila wasn’t some nobody like Marinette. She was going to be harder to push around. Regardless, if there was something Chloe wanted, she always got it.

♪♫♪ I Don’t Care ♪♫♪

“Congrats on winning class representative,” Alya said at the next class change. “I can go over all of your duties with you this afternoon if you want. Marinette and I used to discuss things over ice cream.”

Lila suppressed an eye roll. The sooner Alya stopped talking about that brat, the better. Things were working out in Lila’s favor already now that she was gone. Pretty soon she’d own this school, and no one would even remember Marinette’s name.

“Actually, I’m recovering from tonsilitis, so my doctor said I’m not allowed to eat any dairy.” Lila touched her throat delicately. “Besides, you and I should pick our own rituals and forget about Marinette.”

“True, I guess.” Alya pursed her lips, and Lila placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I know it’s hard to move on, but honestly, Marinette is nobody,” Lila said. “Though not many people can say they saved an entire village from a stampede, so I guess I shouldn’t be one to judge.”

“Not all of us can be so amazing.” Alya chuckled good-naturedly. “I guess part of me just wishes that Marinette could have gotten to know you and seen how cool you are.”

“Her loss.” Lila shrugged as they entered the locker room.

“Did you see-”

“Is that for real?”

“No way!”

“What’s going on?” Alya asked Adrien and Nino.

“Marinette sang with Jagged Stone last night at his concert here in Paris.” Nino explained, tilting his phone toward them.

“What?” Lila snatched it from him.

“Miraculous, yeah I got this! I gotta confess I feel so strong!”

“She asked him for tickets yesterday on Instagram, and he gave her backstage passes,” Mylène said.

“She looks so happy and confident,” Rose cooed.

“Wouldn’t you be if you got to sing with Jagged Stone on stage?” Alix said.

“I miss her.” Rose slumped, and several classmates followed suit.

“Yeah, me too,” Max echoed.

“Hey, Lila, since you’re such good friends with Jagged Stone, do you think you could get us tickets to his next show?” Kim asked.

Every eye turned to her expectantly, and her annoyance flared. Of course Marinette wouldn’t go quietly. That stupid brat was causing her problems even after she was gone. Lila wasn’t worried though. This situation just needed a little precision…

“Well, I would love to, but celebrities like Jagged really don’t like to give stuff away for free. It’s kind of taboo to even ask. I’m sure Jagged only complied this time because he wanted to save face. He cares about his fans so much, but it’s actually very rude to ask someone for special treatment,” Lila said. “I feel really bad for Jagged being put on the spot like that. She could have ruined his reputation.”

“Wow, I guess I didn’t realize…” Kim rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d hate to put you in that position.”

“I can’t believe Marinette would do such a thing.” Nathaniel glared down at his phone.

“Yeah, way uncool.”

“Everyone, please don’t make a fuss and blame Marinette. She isn’t used to dealing with celebrities. I’m sure she meant no harm.” Lila assured them. “If only she were still here. I have so much I could teach her.”

“We’re so lucky to have you, Lila,” Nino said. He draped an arm across her shoulders.

“Yeah, thanks, Lila!”

“You’re the best.”

Lila smiled as the bell rang, and everyone shuffled off to class. Marinette wasn’t going to get ahead so easily. Everyone was still exactly where Lila wanted them, and she’d make sure it stayed that way.

♪♫♪ Primadonna ♪♫♪

Later that afternoon, the girls gathered in the bathroom to comfort Mireille who was crying over some stupid argument she’d had with her boyfriend, not that Chloe cared. All she wanted was to find dirt on Lila, so she slipped in unnoticed and hid in an empty stall to listen.  

Nothing was right in her school anymore. Lila was stealing away everything she’d worked for, and while everyone was too busy paying attention to her, Chloe barely had anyone to boss around. Something needed to change. Fast. She would have to be smarter if she wanted to dethrone this queen, but she’d have order restored in her kingdom soon enough.

Chloe peeked through the crack in the door as Alya and Lila entered. She was going to find Lila’s weakness, then she was going to take her down.

“What’s going on?” Lila asked.

“Mireille and her boyfriend got into a fight, and she’s pretty upset,” Mylène said in a hushed tone.

“Marinette used to give advice to everyone and help them stay positive.” Rose glanced up at Lila. “Since you’re the new class representative, you can help, right?”

“Well, Mireille isn’t really in our class,” Lila said, but when Mireille let out a loud sob, she scrunched her nose and knelt beside her. “Hey, there’s no sense crying over some boy. I’ve had my heart broken before too, so I know how it feels. Boys are dumb. He’s not worth your tears,” she said. “If he really loved you, he wouldn’t have argued with you, and if he doesn’t love you, then you shouldn’t waste your time crying over him. I think you should move on because there’s no better revenge than finding someone cuter.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” Mireille sniffled and ran a hand across her cheek.

“We can get some ice cream later if you want.” Alya offered.

“Thanks, girls.” Mireille smiled. She turned to the mirror to fix her face as the bell rang.

“See you later.” They all waved goodbye, shuffling to their next class and leaving Mireille alone.

Drat. Chloe would have to figure out another way to get to Lila. Everyone had a weakness, and Chloe would find hers if it was the last thing she did. But first she needed to get out of the bathroom stall.

She peeked through the crack in the door, but Mireille was still pouting over her lock screen—a picture of her boyfriend hugging her lovingly. Too preoccupied with her sadness, she didn’t see the little black butterfly land on her charm bracelet.

Chloe gasped as Mireille transformed before her eyes, closing the stall door before she could be noticed. She hated to admit it, but she actually missed Maribrat Dupain-Cheng. At least with her around giving pep talks to every miserable face she came across, akumas had reached an all-time low at their school. Where was Ladybug when she needed her?

♪♫♪ Listen ♪♫♪

“So, you really saved his whole show?” One of Marinette’s new classmates asked as everyone crowded around her.

“I’m sure they would have found another solution but-”

“Oh, don’t be modest!” Eliott cut her off with an eye roll. “She totally saved the whole show.”

“Yeah, Jagged Stone adores her.” Macy added with a giggle.

“I still think it should have been you up there, Macy. You’re a much better singer than I am.” Marinette rubbed the back of her neck.

“You have such a cute voice! We should sing a duet together for our next art project,” Macy said, and several classmates agreed, much to Marinette’s chagrin.

“Alright, class, everyone take your seats,” Mme. Allard instructed as she strolled into the room. To Marinette’s relief, the group surrounding her dispersed. “Today we will be discussing themes in Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing. Now, who can tell me-”

When Marinette’s phone buzzed in her bag, she checked it under her desk. “An akuma alert!”

“What’s that?” Eliott leaned over.

“Is something the matter, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng? M. Chasse?” Mme. Allard paused her lesson and quirked a brow.

“Uh, there’s an akuma loose in the city, ma’am. Shouldn’t we evacuate?” Marinette held up her phone.

Mme. Allard removed her glasses to read the report. “It says here that lockdown orders are only for the area surrounding Notre Dame. We will continue our lesson until it becomes a threat on this side of town,” she said. “Now, put your phone away. They are prohibited during instruction.”

“Yes, Mme. Allard.” Marinette tucked her phone back into her bag and exchanged a nervous look with Tikki. “Actually, Mme. Allard?”

“What is it, Marinette?”

“Can I be excused to the bathroom?”

“You just went before we got here.” Macy gave her a quizzical look.

“Do you have a documented medical condition that requires you to frequent the restroom, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng?” Mme. Allard asked.

A few classmates giggled, and Marinette’s cheeks burned.

“No, ma’am,” she mumbled.

“Then I think you can hold it until the next class change. Now don’t interrupt my lecture again.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She lowered her head, shooting Tikki an apologetic wince.

Her foot tapped the entire lecture, fingers drumming, pen tapping, eyes watching the clock. Part of her hoped the akuma would make its way to their side of town, but she wasn’t so lucky. When the bell rang, Marinette jumped from her chair and stuffed her tablet into her bag.

“Uh, I’m not feeling too well, so I’m gonna go see the nurse,” she said.

“Do you want us to walk with you?” Eliott offered, but she shook her head.

“I, uh, think I might be getting the flu, and I don’t want to infect you guys, so I’ll see you later.” She raced up the hallway.

The third-floor bathroom was empty when Marinette burst through the doors and ducked into a stall—her first stroke of luck all day.

“Your new school is so strict,” Tikki said.

“We can talk about it later. Transform me!”

Dashing across the rooftops, she hurled her yoyo as far as she could. She just hoped Chat Noir managed to show up and keep things at bay. When she made it to the school, she swooped down just in time to deflect an attack before it hit Chat Noir.

“Oh, nice of you to finally drop in,” he said dryly.

“Sorry, kitty, I got held up,” she said. “You okay?”

He relaxed and offered her a wink. “Better now that you’re here. You had me worried.”

“I’ll try not to make a habit of it.” She vowed, readying her yoyo. “In the meantime, I think we could use a little luck to get us out of this mess.”

“Be my guest.” Chat Noir bowed.

Her magnifying glass made quick work of Heartbreaker, and Mireille blinked in confusion as Ladybug purified the akuma.

“What happened?” Mireille asked, dazed.

“You were akumatized.” Chat Noir explained.

“Oh no!” She covered her face. “I got so angry…Now Jean will never take me back!”

Ladybug placed a hand on Mireille’s shoulder with a reassuring smile. “Hey, arguments in relationships happen. I’m sure you both said things you regret, so why don’t you try talking to him now that you’ve both calmed down?” She advised. “I’m sure you can come to an understanding.”

“I will. Thank you, Ladybug.” Mireille smiled. She waved as Ladybug and Chat Noir vaulted off.

“Thanks for your help, m’lady.” Chat Noir kissed her hand.

“Sorry it took me so long, kitty. I’m glad you were able to manage,” she said. “I’ll see you next time.”

“Don’t be late,” he called as she swung off.

Landing back in the bathroom, she leaned against the wall with a sigh. That was too close. She’d have to figure out a better way to escape to fight akumas, but at least she made it in time for this one.

She slipped into her desk in physics quietly and leaned over to Eliott. “What’d I miss?”

“I thought you had the flu?” Eliott recoiled.

“False alarm, just allergies,” she said.

“Oh, we should go to the spa later! The sauna is really good for your sinuses,” Macy whispered.

“Uh, sure.” Marinette nodded, shifting in her seat as they tuned back into the lesson. She relaxed when no one seemed suspicious of her.

Being a superhero just got a lot more complicated.

♪♫♪ Delicate ♪♫♪

“How is your new school?” Adrien asked that afternoon over tea and cookies.

“I’m…adjusting.” Marinette pursed her lips. “How is the old school?”

“Well,” Adrien drawled. “Lila is the new class representative, and she may have convinced people that you almost ruined Jagged’s image.”

“What a brat.” Marinette rolled her eyes. “She’s really class rep?”

“Don’t look at me, I voted for Chloe.” Adrien held up defensive hands.

“Somehow I don’t feel like that’s better.” Marinette leaned against her fist with a smirk.

She fixed her gaze on her cup with a sigh.

“Rose said she misses you.” Adrien offered. “Before Lila convinced her you were clueless about dealing with celebrities.”

“I miss her too,” Marinette said. She traced the rim of her cup with a finger. “I miss everyone, but…”

“I know.” Adrien winced. “For what it’s worth, I thought your performance with Jagged was awesome.”

“It was pretty awesome,” she admitted with a giggle. “And I got you an autograph!”

Adrien pressed his palms together appreciatively as she retrieved a signed poster of Jagged’s face from her desk.

“You rock, Marinette!” he said in his best Jagged impression, then more sincerely added, “I’m glad that you’re doing what’s best for you. If there’s anything I can do to help, just say the word.”

“Thank you, Adrien.” Her cheeks warmed as he held her gaze, her mind clouding into a lovestruck haze. She almost got lost in his gorgeous green eyes, but footsteps pounded up the staircase, breaking her trance.

Marinette jumped as her trapdoor swung open, and a familiar pair of icy blue eyes poked through. It was Chloe Bourgeois, and she was pissed.

[pparkerpoetry]

Face Reality (Part 11)

Title: Control and Loss (the past comes knocking)

Summary: Ranboo runs into Phil and Techno. They've messed with something they shouldn't have, and he wants to let them know that.

Sam is struggling. His creeper side is getting more powerful, and soon his past catches up to him.

Maybe there's hope for the server, yet.

- Chapter One - Chapter Twelve

Masterlist

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Have you ever felt loss? No, really, have you ever felt a loss so deep in your soul that you cried out in pain because something was wrong, something was bad, but you had no idea what? Ranboo could answer yes, because he’d really just been drying dishes, trying to avoid the water that dripped off of them, when he crumpled to the ground in anguish.

 The pain he felt was intense, and he felt it right next to his heart. The cry that he’d let out wasn’t human, not even remotely, it was Ender- and he had no idea why it hurt so much.

 Until he figured it out a few days later, completely by accident.

 Ranboo was… mad. Livid, you could say. He really had no business to be, but, well… well actually, that was a lie.

 You see, it had started when he ran into Techno and Phil. Now I know this sounds concerning, because it was, but they had claimed that Tommy hadn’t been to see them in a while, and they were worried. They decided that their worry was enough to warrant a visit to Sam’s house uninvited, and while Ranboo really didn’t care about their presence much, he had noticed that Techno wasn’t wearing a chestplate.

 When Techno turned a little, he found out why. A silky purple pair of wings rested on his shoulders, but they hadn’t been grown. They’d been stolen.

 Ranboo’s eyes narrowed. “That’s a nice pair of wings. Where’d you get them?”

 For once, Phil looked a little nervous. “Well, we couldn't help but notice that the end portal was open, so we figured we would explore it a bit. Found those, but since I already have wings, I figured Techno could use them.”

 Now, Ranboo knew how you got elytra. Endermen were supposed to guard the treasure in their cities with their lives, so he could do that math. “How many stacks of ender pearls did you get?” He asked nonchalantly. “I hope this round of mass murder was more fun than your last one.”

 Techno coughed. “No need to get hostile. We didn’t kill any endermen.”

 “Besides,” Phil mentioned, “Even if we did,”

 “What?” Ranboo asked, leaning against the doorframe. “They’re less than human? Their lives don’t matter? Just like how mine didn’t when you wanted to use me as a weapon?”

 Phil recoiled. “I didn’t mean it like that-”

 “But it’s your honest opinion.” Ranboo shrugged. “Not much I can do about that. Tommy’ll be over in a few days, I think. He was helping Sam with something or other, or maybe he’s watching a movie with Fundy.”

 “Fundy’s here?” Phil asked.

 “Yeah.” Ranboo said, not saying anything as the two others stood on the doorstep. When they turned away, Ranboo said, “Why’d you lie? You think I don’t know everything about the End? I know that you have several other elytras in your hold. I can sense them. They call to me.”

 “What’re they saying?” Techno asked, almost doubtful.

 Ranboo grinned. “You don’t deserve them. They want me to kill you.” Then his grin dropped. His mind had made the connection. “When did you go to the End?”

 Techno shook his head. “You’re gonna say that and then expect answers?”

 Ranboo growled, low and soft. There was nothing soft other than the volume of it, though. Everything in it meant harm. “When did you go to the End, Technoblade?”

 “Geez, I dunno. A few days ago. Why?”

 “You didn’t happen to come across an island,” Ranboo stepped forward, towering over Techno as he felt his posture grow, “With tall, black towers on it, did you?” The dark part of his face inched past the line across the middle of it, “You didn’t happen to find a dragon there, did you? You didn’t happen to kill said dragon, the Queen, would you?”

 Techno shook his head. “Nope. No dragon.”

 Ranboo’s jaw unhinged a little more. “Good,” He said, “Because those types of actions, should you be lying, like I know you are, would have dire consequences. I can’t just let the murder of my Queen go unpunished, now, can I?”

 Phil stepped forward. “Hey, are you threatening him? Just because you’re young doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you.”

 From behind Ranboo, Sam stepped forward. “And just because you’re old doesn’t mean I won’t fight you for hurting my son. I’m having a thin day, Phil. I’d stay away. My temper isn’t the strongest thing right now.”

 Ranboo had no idea what a thin day was at that moment, even if it was explained to him later, but Phil did. Techno did. Nearly every hybrid did, so it was an effective threat. A thin day- a day where the hybrid part of your brain is in more control than your human side. In Sam’s case, a thin day could be deadly for everyone around him.

 Sam had woken up and knew it was a bad day, so he called Puffy to hang around. If he completely lost control, he’d need someone to take care of his boys. Puffy had helped him through many thin days, so he trusted her. 

 He’d spent the whole morning mad at every little thing, biting his tongue so that he wouldn’t yell at his sons. They didn’t deserve to be yelled at. Phil and Techno, though? They were people that he could lose a little control around and be fine. They wouldn’t expect it, but they wouldn’t be offended. His rage at them was justified, and they knew it.

 “Go inside, Ranboo.” Sam said, staring Phil in the eyes. “Don’t look out of the windows. I’ll be back soon, to help you calm down.” He hated how the promise was so similar to his mother’s. 

 “A thin day? You’re gonna threaten us with that?” Techno droned once the door had closed.

 Yes, the voice said eagerly, blow it all up. Kill them. They deserve it. Make them burn. Burn it all.

 Sam hissed, the air around him smelling of gunpowder. The bitter taste of it was rising up his throat, begging to be let out, but he couldn’t- “Look me in the eyes, Technoblade, and you tell me if I seem like someone you should mess with.” He snarled, and when Techno obeyed, he saw nothing but fire and flame. Everything he loved, burned, and at the center of it all, was Sam, undamaged and furious, grasping a handful of singed grey feathers.

 It was a moment before Techno dared to speak up again. “Let’s go, Phil.”

 “Leave the End alone.” Sam said. “You’ve done enough damage. I’ve got no doubt that Ranboo knows exactly how many lives you’ve ruined. Some day, I’m not going to prevent him from losing control, and that’s a fight you won’t win. I suggest you tread carefully around us.”

 Phil saluted, but it wasn’t out of respect. He knew that his father hood over Tommy had been stolen by Sam. “Will do, Sam. Try not to lose it today, will you?”

 “Low blow.” Sam called back, before he went inside.

 No, the voice scowled. You have to explode.

 “Not today. Not now,” He whispered to himself. Ranboo needed help.

 The day went from okay to bad, for Sam. He’d tried to hold his shouts back, but once he got a headache, it was much harder. With the pounding in his head begging him to just ruin everything, he could barely hold back his harsh words.

 Puffy approached him when he was in the kitchen making lunch, trying to escape the pressure of interaction. He just wanted her to leave. 

 “Hey, Sam, are you doing okay?” Her voice was soft, and comforting, and he hated every syllable.

 “I’m fine.” He ground out, palms digging into his eyelids. 

 Puffy tilted her head. “Are you sure?”

 Sam huffed. “I’m fine! It’s just all a bit much. Drop it.”

 “Okay, but I think you should maybe talk about it with the boys, so that they know. They can tell something’s off.”

 “Just drop it.” He growled, straightening his back to continue making lunch, trying to ignore the voice.

 Kill her. Stain the walls with-

 Her footsteps echoed as she left.

 The footsteps came back. 

 Let out your frustration. It will feel better, I promise it will feel better.

 “I thought I told you to drop it!” He yelled, turning around to meet- Tommy’s eyes. Tommy’s very, very terrified eyes. Sam sighed as his eyes filled with tears, turning back to the counter and leaning his elbows on it, tangling his fingers into his hair. “I’m sorry, Tommy. I didn’t mean to yell.”

 “It’s okay, Sam.”

 Kill him. Burn it all. Yell. Scream.

 Sam winced at the use of his name. “No it’s not. I shouldn’t have lost my temper. I just-” Quick, make up an excuse, don’t let him think you’re weak and undeserving- “I didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

 Tommy shrugged. “I don’t really mind, I’m used to it. You don’t have to, but if you ever want to tell me the real reason that you’re all pissy today, feel free.”

 Sam went to apologize again, but Tommy was gone, and he just felt worse than before he had yelled. Outside, it started raining, reflecting the tears that fell down his face.

 It had been raining for a while, and it was when everyone was together in the living room that everything started going even more wrong.

 “How are you holding up?” Puffy asked Sam, eyes concerned. She was worried about how he was suffering, trying to suppress his instincts.

 “I-” He didn’t get to respond, because outside, a loud clap of thunder made itself known.

 “Guess we’re not going outside,” Tommy sighed, wrapping a wing around Tubbo, who curled up. “The weather probably won’t get any better for a while.”

 Sam winced as another lightening flash lit up the room. “Puffy, I-” He coughed, trying to push down the need to blow it all up.

 “What? What is it, Sam?” Puffy asked, putting a hand on Sam’s back. It was far too warm.

 Sam’s eyes were glazed over. “I need to go outside. Please. I need to- I need-”

 “Alright, alright, but are you sure?”

 “Yes,” Sam whined. “I need to go outside. I know how it ends up, Puff, but please.”

 Puffy didn’t have the heart to stop Sam as he stumbled out of the door. “Come on,” She sighed, noticing all of the boys’ confused looks. “I’ll explain on the way.”

 It was pouring outside, and creepers were everywhere. The thunder was loud, and more than one of the group flinched at the loud noises. 

 “What are they all doing?” Fundy gaped, turning to look at the group of light green mobs, Sam included.

 “Trying to get charged,” Puffy sighed again, “Sam’s creeper half usually can’t overpower him when it starts to thunder, but he’s having a thin day today. I’ve never seen him this weak against his instincts, so we need to be here in case something happens.”

 No one mentioned how ‘something’ was Sam exploding.

 They all knew it, anyway.

 Ranboo’s hair flopped in front of his face, but suddenly, a large flash occurred, and he squeezed his eyes shut at the bright light. He didn’t see what happened, he didn’t know what was going on, all he heard was Puffy yelling at them to run.

 _____

 Sam felt alive. 

 He’d never felt this powerful, ever. Then again, he’d never gotten charged, either. But when that lightning collided with his body, instead of hurting him, it circled around him. It was warm, comforting. It called to his creeper side, called at him to burn it all to the ground. 

 He’d been chosen to- to what?

 When he looked up from where he’d been knocked to the ground, he saw some players. He didn’t recognize them. Part of him did, but not the part that mattered. Not the part that held control. Not the part that could stop his explosions. 

 His eyes were wild, crazed. His hair whirled in the slight wind that the lightning around him made, and he breathed softly. A smile crept its way onto his face, and his hand formed a fist as he got up. Now was the time to strike- a whole group of people that he could hurt? He could kill? He’d been presented with a unique opportunity.

 Wonderful. Kill them. Feel the heat of the blast.

 He stalked towards the group. They called out his name, but he didn’t hear it. All he heard was ringing. All he felt was heat. Power. The call of the explosion that had formed itself in his stomach. It needed to be let out. It was far too late to stop it.

 The players ran from his glowing form, but one stumbled and fell. The lone victim, evidently.

 When the person (was it a person? It had wings- surely- why did those wings seem so familiar?) turned to look at him as he scrambled backwards, something lurched in his chest. He needed to gain control again. That was Tommy, Tommy, Tommy-

 “Tommy.” He croaked. “I can’t stop it-” The gunpowder rose up his throat, there was no time to prevent the explosion, there was no time to escape the blast zone, there were only two options.

 Kill Tommy, or,

 “I’m sorry.” He whispered, crouching down as the lightning swirled around him.

 Internalize it. Something he’d never tried. It was better than nothing, though. Better than the death of Tommy.

 The pain was something he’d never felt before. The blast had always pushed away from his body, not towards it, and he couldn’t tell if the screams he heard were his own or those of his family. Either way, he figured he wouldn’t be the one to deal with the aftermath. He was going to be dead, most likely.

 _____

 Sam wasn’t dead. He wished he was, because the burning on his skin hurt like he’d been run over by a trail made of scorching-hot embers, but he wasn’t. He was still alive, which was some kind of miracle. His eyes weren’t opening, which was slightly concerning, but he was alive. That was a starting point.

 It took a few minutes for him to be able to pry his eyes open. He was met with a blue sky and several heads staring back at him, all mouthing words at him. Why weren’t they talking?

 He stayed in one spot, too sore to move. His eyes looked from one spot to another, realizing that his hearing was slowly fading back from nothing but a low drone. The voices started to make sense to him.

 “Sam? Sam, are you okay? Never do that again,” Puffy cried, leaning into Niki’s side. When had she gotten there?

 “Dad? Why aren’t you responding?” Tommy panicked, carefully touching Sam’s hand. Sam tried his hardest to speak, but he couldn’t. Instead, he managed to move his fingers into Tommy’s hold. “Dad?” He asked hopefully, and Sam nodded slightly.

 Ranboo moved over. “I, uh, I got a totem from my enderchest, because we couldn’t move you inside. We’ve done our best out here, but we’re all soggy now.” Ranboo had several cloaks piled over his head, protecting him from any rain that fell from the trees nearby.

 “I’m back,” Purpled said, and he was holding a glass of water. “Is he awake yet?”

 “Just woke up,” Sam heard Fundy say from somewhere, then the glass was held to his mouth. 

 He drank the water slowly, until his throat felt a little better.

 “What happened?” He choked out, coughing a little. 

 Puffy frowned. “You ran outside and ended up getting charged, then you went… you went a little crazy. I think your creeper side managed to take control, at least until you almost- you almost-”

 “Blew up Tommy?” He croaked.

 “Yeah.” Puffy smiled weakly. “Then, I dunno, you blew up, but not as big as it should have been, and then you looked almost dead, if not completely mauled,”

 “I imploded.” Sam sighed, closing his eyes. “Didn’t wanna- didn’t wanna hurt ‘im.”

 “I appreciate the sentiment, Big Man, but you didn’t have to.” Tommy said quietly. Too quietly. 

 Sam nodded. “I did. I’d be a shit father to kill my own son, huh?”

 It was quiet as the irony in the words sunk in. “Yeah,” Tommy winced. “I guess you would be. But… Why'd you keep all this a secret? Everyone has thin days.”

 “No one gets as bad as I do,” Sam sighed, choosing his words carefully, “I… I didn’t want you to see me so weak. In such little control. I’m supposed to be strong for you, for all of you.”

 “But you are!” Tommy insisted. “I think all of us are strong for dealing with what we have. It’s just like you’re always telling us, we shouldn’t be ashamed to ask for help when we need it.”

 Sam smiled. “Yeah. I guess I should take my own advice, huh?”

 ___

 They all waited out with Sam for the night, and most of the next day, sometimes taking breaks to go inside. This went on until Sam could move inside as well, which was sped up with potions and various other things. Puffy had been sent home, along with Niki and Eret, since the others insisted that they could handle it.

 Sam was draped over Ranboo, and the others stood by for support if they were needed. Just as they were about to move, a voice shouted from nearby.

 “Hey, stop right there!”

 Tommy turned around. He saw a large group of men there (could they fight them off if they needed to?), and he thought about what the appropriate response was. “What do you bitches want? How’d you even get on this server?”

 “Well,” said one of them with a wicked grin, “The admin in charge, while one is in prison, is currently being held up by a kid. It didn’t take much work to force our way in. Speaking of that admin, by the way, we’re really good friends, and I was hoping I could take him back home?”

 Purpled squinted at the man and his weapons. “He is home. Why do I doubt your relationship with him is good?”

 “Ah,” The man shrugged, “It was worth a try. Guess I’m gonna bring in…” He counted in his head while he stared at the ragtag group of people, “Three hybrids instead of just one.”

 Tommy stepped forward and unfurled his wings in a protective manner. “You better not be the hybrid hunters that he told us about. If you are, we’re gonna have issues.”

 “Four, then.” The man considered, admiring Tommy’s wings in a way that made him want to hide them again. “And, we are. After years of tracking creeper hybrid explosions- a very difficult piece of code, by the way -we saw the largest one ever. It could only be the little shit that’s been avoiding us since he was a tiny kid. He’s my life’s work, and I’m bringing him in, then I’m going to retire with the biggest paycheck of my life.”

 Ranboo slowly lowered Sam to the ground. “That’s not gonna happen.” He growled, letting his height grow as tall as it was supposed to be. The line on his face blurred, and this time, he felt in control.

 Purpled unsheathed his sword. “I’d really hoped to not fight again, but if it’s for him, then I’d do it any day of the week.”

 “Oh,” The man said, eyeing Purpled, “You’re the kid that Lucas was talkin’ about before he was killed. I wonder if it was this creeper that managed to finally off him. I’m surprised you didn’t, what with your reputation as a stone-cold murderer.”

 Purpled flinched, but Fundy wrapped a tail around him. “We’re not letting you take him.” Fundy figured it’d be best to not mention Sam’s name.

 “As if a fox could stop us. We’ll bring you all in, I’m sure the regular kid’ll at least serve as leverage instead of being utterly useless.” The man motioned to Tubbo.

 “Tubbo isn’t useless.” Tommy snarled, wings fluffing furiously. “Bring it on, bucko. I’ll fuckin’, I’ll kill you all for even stepping foot in this server. We’re all non-human here, pretty much, so you best believe we’re not letting you leave alive.”

 “Can confirm!” Tubbo said cheerfully, “I’m messaging everyone now!”

 It really wasn’t a fair fight, at all. Not when Puffy, Niki, and Eret came rushing back with their weapons sharpened and ready for blood. Not when Jack showed up, hands blazing, because after all of his rage he needed to be there for those that lived on the server. Not when the rest of the Badlands showed up, not when Karl and his group showed up, not when Techno and Phil showed up because they knew they’d be hunted next. Not when everyone banded together, because after everything that the server had gone through, they were still connected. They still cared, deep down, maybe not very much for some, but they did.

 It was a fun fight, to be honest. Quackity marveled over Tommy’s wings with many others who were seeing them for the first time, people caught up for the first time in ages. Even if the fighters that broke would have to be put together by their own individual families, there were no wars on the server for a very long time. Not when they saw the past of just one of the members.  Not when they realized that the only thing that mattered were the relationships that had been shattered by time. 

 Even if Tubbo went back to Snowchestire, even if Fundy moved into the castle with Eret, even if Puffy visited less because she and Niki were thinking of adopting, even if everyone else moved out down the road, Sam still had his family. It had grown, if anything, to include the rest of the server in some capacity. They weren’t all forgiven, not completely, and the deeds of the past certainly wouldn’t be forgotten, but they were on the road to recovery. Even if it took years, they’d make it to the end, eventually, and maybe they’d get the happy epilogue they deserved the entire time.

[charlie-boio]

The Only One For Me Part One

Summary: Everyone gets assigned a magical allegiance once they turn 16: Healers, Electrics, Shifters, and Darks, who were more often referred to as Voids. Once you reach 25, you no longer age until you meet soulmate.

After being outcasted by the world so long ago, Stiles Stilinski gave up on ever subjecting his soulmate to being with a Dark and decided that if the world would only ever treat him like it, he’ll be exactly what they wanted him to be: Void.

Word Count: 6,312

A/N: So, I really like this idea. Also I meant for this to be like a 5,000 word fic but it’s gonna be longer and this is now a two part fic because I procrastinated too hard and now my family is yelling at me to spend time with them. I’m sorry it took me awhile to write again lol I just needed to sit down and write. Anyways this is for @writingsbychlo Void Month, even though it’s the last day for it. This was a little bit inspired by her Stone Walls story because I love magic and the Billie Eilish song COPYCAT. I’ll try tagging those but I’m super new to posting new content so I have no idea how to do it lmao but I’ll give it a shot because y’all should check it out 😊 anyways I hope you enjoy this!!

Warnings: angst, smut but nothing too outrageous but it probably qualifies as rough smut, violence, blood, attempts at self-harm, mentions of suicide, I feel like I’m missing stuff so if I miss something and it triggers you I am so so sorry

I would also classify this as NSFW so read at your discretion.

  If you had known him back then, you wouldn’t believe that this dark, twisted, and fucked up man was that same bright and smiling boy before.

Stiles Stilinski was always a happy kid, and despite his awkwardness, people were naturally drawn to him. Sure, he had a biting, sarcastic sense of humor, but he was kind, sweet, and he cared for other people more than he cared for himself. He had loving parents, dozens of friends, and a welcoming home. His future, safe to say, was bright.

He was so excited to find out was his magical allegiance was; several friends had gotten it already and were unabashed in flaunting their powers about. He hoped he would be an Electric, wielding electricity through his fingers like the superheroes he always grew up idolizing was a dream come true. Of course, he’d be happy with being a Healer or a Shifter too.

Stiles couldn’t wait to meet his soulmate either. He already had gift ideas, dates planned, and he couldn’t wait to introduce them to all his friends, his family, and especially his mom. He wanted to travel the world with them, and he promised his unknown soulmate that he would protect them from anything that could ever harm them. He also didn’t see why he couldn’t get a head-start on gift making and love letters. After all, if they were his soulmate, they would be just as eager about all this soulmate stuff as he was.

Stiles didn’t know much about Darks, more commonly known as Voids. He just knew that they were extremely rare, and pretty much pure evil. There was only one thing anyone ever told him: stay far away from Voids.

Of course, you could imagine the absolute dread he felt when he found out what his magical allegiance was.

His parents, albeit afraid, still loved him and tried their best to reassure him, but they couldn’t stop his tears as he fled to his room, sobbing uncontrollably. He hoped with all his might that he would be different, that his friends would still love him, that he would still be able to do all the things he so desperately had wanted to do with his life.

You couldn’t imagine his grief on how wrong he had been.

It wasn’t subtle, it was instantaneous the change. Everyone turned against him: friends, teachers, even strangers he used to smile at from the sidewalk. He racked up two weeks’ worth of detention for things no one got detention for, and he had sat alone at the lunch table. The weeks flew by of him begging for people to understand he wasn’t any different! He hadn’t changed! He even pledged to never learn or master his powers, whatever they were, but it never made a difference. They all abandoned him, simply for something he had no control over, and that he would take back if he could.

It continued like this for two years, and slowly the outside world began to drain away the once happy boy. Day by day the light in his eyes dulled, he walked slower, and he grew quiet. He became a shell, empty of everything he once was. One day he looked through his drawer, seeing all his plans that he had made with his soulmate. How could he even have one? With the way the world was, even if he did have one, why would he ever subject them to a life with a Void? What kind of monster would do that?

He couldn’t bring himself to throw away those plans though. Despite his resolve to never meet his soulmate, somewhere deep down, he still wanted them to love him as much as he loved them already.

His parents will still supportive, seeing how it was the outside world changing him, not his supposed evil and vicious powers. They consoled him when it was a particular hard day and showed him every ounce of love and affection that they could. Stiles was forever grateful.

Which is why it only hurt even more when he had walked home from school and saw his house engulfed in flames.

He didn’t think much of the threats, they happened all the time since he was 16…he never thought anyone would act on it…h

The tears came fast before he could stop them. A sharp pain shot through his heart and flowed through his body as he fell to his knees. Even if they were alive, there’s no way in hell that anyone would come help him, a Dark…a Void…even though his parents were both Healers. They hadn’t done anything wrong…they had only loved him despite everything.

He stood shakily and ran. Ran away from everything. From his childhood home, from the town he grew up in, and from the house that was completely engulfed in flames. Stiles ran into the woods, limbs shaking while he collapsed again, resting against a tree, his head in the palms of his hands.

For the first time he no longer felt empty, he felt angry. How dare they? How they accuse him of being evil when he had nothing wrong all his life? Why kill his parents, the only people who ever truly loved him and were his one chance of being happy? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He snapped.

Fine, he thought. You all win, if you want me to be Void…I’ll be Void…

He stood up while rolling his neck, feeling the bones crack. He flexed his shoulders and raise up his palm, about to do something that he had never attempted. Stiles panicked for a second, then a burst of energy blasted him back, throwing him against a tree a hundred feet away. He groaned in pain and frantically looked around, wondering what had caused that. Then he realized…it was him!

Stiles realized everyone wasn’t afraid of him because he was evil, it was because everyone knew that he would be powerful.

He stood up and tried again, and dark spiraling lines flew from his hands and up into the sky. He still stumbled but held his footing. He laughed, enjoying the power flowing through his veins. He smirked, closing his fist.

Stiles turned back to the town, feeling something for the first time in a few years. He knew exactly what he had to do

*

*

  You were nervous, to say the least. She took deep breaths while walking up to the gated community of the Voids.

Everyone knew the story from 20 years ago, how Stiles Stilinski took up the name Void for himself and single-handedly drove everyone out of his hometown. Miraclously, nobody died, but plenty were maimed. He threatened anyone who would come to try to take back his town, and nobody needed to be told twice. From the around the world, Darks had come to this place seeking refuge from the outside world. Since this incident, Stiles Stilinski was known to the rest of the world and the true Void, and they all referred to him as such. The world hated him; he was everything parents warned their children about at night. He was the boogeyman, made of pure evil.

Except to the Darks. They worshipped him as their savoir, someone who saved them and gave them a place to live out in the open instead of casted out into the deepest darkest corners of the world. Many had even found their soulmates, after centuries of being alone.

Some people had also taken refuge here, even though they weren’t a Dark. Well there had been some tension, people in this town had learned that they all really weren’t any different from each other, and they all live in peace together, even if the rest of the world is divided.

Although, there have been new safe havens that have formed in these past 20 years, Stiles was the first to revolt back.

Which is why you were nervous because when you had decided to leave your parents who thought cruelly of Darks, you hadn’t expected to come across the original safe haven. Even though they had accepted others, you still felt a pool of dread hitting your stomach. Darks were weary of others for a reason…

As you approached the large gate, it opened partly, allowing someone from the community to walk out. You could make out his tanned skin and crooked jaw; reading his energy, you knew instantly he was a Void, which only made you more nervous. What if they don’t accept me?

He stopped in front of you but kept a good distance. He cocked his head to the side. “What are you doing here?” he asked cautiously.

“I-I need a place to stay”

“What? As a vacation?” You flinched automatically, feeling worse with every passing minute. If you couldn’t come here, where the fuck would you go?

“No…to live. I ran from home because they had driven out all the other Voids, and I didn’t agree with how the felt. A lot of my friends were Voids…they were good people,” You tried your best to seem confident, but your voice wavered. The boy stared coolly at you, not buying your story.

“How come you’re so damn nervous then?” he asked, malice dripping from his voice.

“Because…if you guys don’t want me here, which I understand, then no one will,” his eyes instantly softened at your words, nodding in the direction of the gate.

“Follow me,”

Relief instantly flooded your chest, a small smile creeping on your lips as you followed the boy. Together, you walked through the gates as they shut behind you, signaling the end of that chapter of your life. You could scream from the joy, but kept quiet, choosing to instead go up to the boy leading you around.

“Um…what’s your name?” you asked tentatively.

He turned to you, smiling slightly. “You don’t have to be nervous anymore, we won’t randomly throw you out. Promise,” he held out his hand to you, “and my name is Scott. Scott McCall. My mom and I moved here after my dad found out I was a Dark.”

“Oh…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ve learned through the years that the ones that truly care about you don’t care what your magical allegiance is. They just care about who you are…” he trails off, smiling to himself. He’s probably thinking of his soulmate, you thought to yourself. You wished more than anything to meet your soulmate.

“I’m y/n y/l/n,” you stated, snapping Scott out of his thoughts for a brief moment. He nodded to her, acknowledging the name. They walked in silence for a brief moment before he was giving her a tour of the town, telling her which houses were available and who lived where. You were amazed on how well people have acclimated here. You were hopeful for your future. After walking around town for a little while longer, you two settled into silence as you moved into another part of town. “So, who are they?”

Scott crooked an eyebrow. “Who?”

You smiled knowingly. “Your soulmate. You were thinking of them after talking about your dad.”

He smiled brighter at you; a light dusting of pink covered his cheeks. “Allison. Her situation was similar to yours, her parents didn’t approve of Voids,” his jaw ticked slightly. “But she didn’t feel the same way. We met here, and as soon as we made eye contact, we knew. Unfortunately, we were in town meeting that still had at least another hour…”

You laughed loudly at that. Of course you knew about how once you and your soulmate discovered each other, the sexual attraction between you two is remarkably high, to the point that you guys pretty much spend the day trying to satisfy your sexual needs. The longer you put it off, the stronger it gets. The thought of even surviving an hour seemed impossible to you.

He grinned sheepishly at you, the tension from earlier long gone. “Her dad eventually came around, and they reconciled. They live down that way now,” he nodded his head toward a winding road. “And I live a few blocks from them. We’ve decided to take things a little slow, considering we were 18 when we met, so we figured we had all the time in the world to settle down.” You nodded at his words, genuinely happy for you. “Have you met yours yet?”

Your shoulders slumped. “No, not yet. Hopefully soon though. Maybe I’ll met them here,” You wanted more than anything to meet your soulmate. It was something you’ve dreamed about ever since you’ve heard of having one. You only hoped that they would be just as excited to meet you. “I had a boyfriend back home, but looking back now, I’ve realized he was rather abusive. He also hated Darks with a passion, and tried to forbid me from fraternizing with them”

“What was he, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“A shifter, I’m-“

“A healer. I know,” He smiled at you. “Do you give health or take away?”

You paused before answering, “…take away. Another reason for leaving…” Scott merely nodded, not pressing the subject further.

The two of you turned a corner to see a lone house on top of a hill. It was smaller than the other houses in this town, and looked to be uninvited to the rest of the community. You turned to Scott. “Who lives up there?”

Scott looked up toward the house, and for a second you thought you saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes, but it was gone as fast as it came. “That’s…Stiles…Stiles Stilinski.”

Your eyes widened. “He’s still here? He’s not dead? No one’s seen him…”

Scott laughed humorlessly at that. “Well, he’s had it pretty rough, even for a Void. He doesn’t come into town often, and when he does, he usually keeps to himself. Even though it’s a safe haven, he’s still distrusts everyone. Of course, he sure as hell doesn’t step foot outside those gates,” You looked up at the house, feeling such sorrow for this Stiles, despite having never met him before.

Scott cleared his throat. “You’ll definitely see him around, but don’t expect him to say hi or anything,” You nodded, walking back up the path toward some of the open houses.

*

*

  Stiles held out his hand to the baby doe, some bread being offered to the nervous creature. It took a tentative step forward, sniffing the air. He crouched down even lower, and extended his arm a little further for them. Slowly, the doe started to walk toward him.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, holding out his hand even further. Eventually, it reached his hand and ate the bread from his palm. He tipped his head and smiled slightly at the baby.

Suddenly, the doe’s eyes widened, and it sprinted away from him. Stiles knelt there still, his face falling, before he heard the sound of footsteps behind him and he grew annoyed.

“What do you want, Scott?”

Scott rolled his eyes. “I know you like me, Stiles, you wouldn’t have let me come up this far otherwise.”

“What do you want?”

“Relax, it’s not another attempt to drag you downtown,” Scott sighed, bringing a hand up to rub at his jaw. “I’m just here to tell you there’s a new member in our community.”

Stiles turned to him scowling. “I’m not the mayor, I don’t need to know that shit.”

“Well, the mayor thinks you do; he considers you at least the owner of this town.”

“I don’t collect rent.”

“You know what I mean,” Scott said. Stiles stood up and brushed past him, walking into the house. To his dismay, Scott followed him. “Her name’s y/n y/l/n. She’s not a Dark, but she believes they deserve equal treatment like the others here so she left her town and family. She’s a Healer, but she takes away health instead of giving it.” Scott paused, waiting for his reaction. When Stiles didn’t give one, Scott moved toward the door.

He don’t what came over him, but suddenly his mouth was moving without him telling it to, “Where does she live?”

Scott stopped, turning abruptly toward him. Stiles tried to maintain his composure; he knew this was something he never asked. Scott gave him an odd look before answering, “She lives on Milton Road, not far from Allison and I.” Stiles nodded. When he didn’t say anything else, Scott left him to be on his own. Despite the cool interaction, Scott smiled to himself. He had a feeling, but he wouldn’t say anything. He knew how badly Stiles had been burned, and he wouldn’t want to get his hopes up for nothing. Scott realized he wasn’t even sure if Stiles wanted his soulmate around. Scott shook his head and started the route back to his home.

Meanwhile, Stiles frantically walked through his house up to the single guest bedroom, not that he had any guests. The room was void of everything, except from a bed and a desk with a single drawer. He walked shakily up to the desk and opened the drawer. Inside were the plans, ideas, and letters he had written to his soulmate years ago. He wasn’t sure why he’d kept them; he wasn’t ever gonna find his soulmate if they weren’t dead already. But he couldn’t will himself to throw them out. It was the only thing keeping him from losing himself completely to his new persona of Void. He wanted to spite the world for as long as he could, and for some reason these letters helped.

Stiles slammed the drawer shut and stormed away.

*

*

  You had acclimated well with everyone here. You quickly became friends with Allison, which in turn had you become friends with Scott as well. They ended up introducing you Lydia, Malia, and Derek as well. You made some of your own friends as well, feeling the happiest you had since before finding out your magical allegiance at 16.

Slowly, you had began to gain more confidence in yourself too, figuring out what you want versus what you didn’t want. You weren’t sure what you wanted out of your life yet, but the happier you became here with your friends, the more you longed for someone to share your life with. You hoped with every new person you met that they would be the one, but every time you were deeply disappointed.

You remember clearly the first day you saw Stiles himself. You had decided to get some ice cream with Scott, Allison, and Lydia, who were all laughing loudly at the fact that you were a virgin after each of them had talked about who was their first.

“Seriously? Not once? Not even drunk?” Lydia asked through her giggles. Scott and Allison were still laughing furiously.

Your blush grew even deeper. “No,” you said firmly.

“I thought you said you had a boyfriend?” Scott asked after finally calming down.

“I did…Adam wanted to as well. ‘For practice’ as he would say, and I know people have that mindset to be good in bed for their soulmate, but I always thought that I was betraying them if I did that. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, even drunk” you finished, more embarrassed than ever. Everyone at home thought that your mindset was stupid, and told you so, but when you looked at your friends, they were smiling, saying how they understood your mindset. You smiled to yourself, wondering how you could ever doubt their intentions.

When you looked up, that’s when you saw him.

He was walking by himself, moving slowly across the street. While his stride and shoulders gave the illusion of confidence to anyone who was merely glancing by, the way his head dipped low and forlorn face gave away his insecurity in himself. Many people waved brightly at him, happy to see him about for the first time. Being polite, he would nod and give a small smile, but nothing more.

You couldn’t help but stare. The way his jeans fit his legs, or his black leather jacket with a black shirt clung to him in all the right ways. You were expecting someone with gusto, someone like Adam who bullied their way around with their strength and loud voice. You weren’t expecting him to be the skinny kid who could barely say hello.

“Who’s that…?” you whispered.

Scott turned his head, his smile instantly fading. “That’s Stiles,” He gave you a knowing look.

“Is he always alone?”

“Sometimes he joins Scott for a walk, or will have dinner with us. He won’t say much though, and Derek will forever boost on how he got him to crack a smile at one of his jokes,” Lydia said, flicking her long hair back and taking a sip of her milkshake. “Scott makes it a point to visit him though and tell him what we’re up to, at least once a week.”

You looked down at your ice cream, feeling your heart break at the fact that he was so scarred from the world that he felt like he had to be alone.

By the time you looked up again, Stiles was gone.

 Stiles had seen you too. Scott had mentioned to him that he was getting ice cream with Allison today and he was feeling up for sitting with his friends, even if they never considered him to be one. However, he wasn’t expected you to be there either. You and Lydia must’ve been invited sometime after Scott’s visit. He stopped in his tracks and stared at you, enthralled in your beauty. All the confidence he had earlier in seeing his friends completely vanished, and he quickly turned his heel and bolted back up to his home. Once there, he slammed the door shut and leaned against it, taking quick breaths to calm his racing heart.

*

*

  Scott had told him plenty about you, and the more Scott talked, the more Stiles wanted to see you for yourself. You had seemed too good to be true. You were smart, funny, kindhearted, not to mention beautiful, and you seemed to get along well with all of his other friends. You had a troubled past like him, but you had seemed to grow from it instead of drowning in it like Stiles had

Scott had also told you about Stiles, with what little he knew. You knew nothing of his past, but you knew he wasn’t the cold-blooded creature that you had learned about in school. He was extremely polite, however little things could set him off sometimes, and he didn’t really speak. You figured he had crawled instead his shell after whatever had happened to him, and you were determined to find the real Stiles, wherever he was.

However, you two seemed to always miss each other.

You would find out that the one time you’d missed dinner with Scott, Allison, Derek, and Lydia, Stiles had shown up. Or you would see him out on the street, but never with enough courage to talk to him. You two haven’t even made eye contact.

He’d done his best to try to meet you, and the other residents in town had started to notice that instead of venturing out of his home a few times a year after Scott’s relentless begging to now going out nearly every single day. He’d even gone as far as holding a small conversation with some of the people who stopped to thank him on the street. Despite his anxiety screaming at him to run and hide away until everyone forgot he was there, he wanted to meet you.

But he couldn’t stop his racing heart every time he saw you, and just as you turned to look in his direction he’d turn away, cursing himself for still being so distrustful of everyone.

He’d made progress, but not enough. The dark thoughts were still there, tormenting his mind that you would turn against him, judge for being a Void, for being the true Void. He also couldn’t help but wonder if he was the one person you would dislike.

Stiles laid awake at night, wondering if he’d ever muster up the courage to talk to you.

*

*

  Adam was disgusted. His parents had just finished telling him about how there were now over 100 safe havens across the globe. Disgusting. How dare they? How dare they even exist? They knew they’re place 20 years ago, until that motherfucker Void drove out his town. He was lucky no one died, else he’d be rotting in jail where he fucking belongs.

The more Adam thought about it, the more he thought somebody should do something about these little “safe havens”. Why hasn’t anybody even fucking tried? More importantly…why hadn’t he tried.

He had followed y/n when she left, followed her straight into the original safe haven. Void’s safe haven, and he watched her get in. He could shape shift easily into someone…no, he could kill one of the guards, take their form, and get in with absolute ease. If was able to kill him, their supposedly savoir, then these little safe havens would disappear. Y/n would come flying back into his arms once he becomes the person that saved the goddamn world from these monsters.

He disguised himself as a little girl, knowing that his magical allegiance would quickly be disguised as she was too little to even have one, and limped up to the gate. Of course, the guard that night took complete pity, which he took advantage of.

He was easily to kill, just a quick snap of his neck and he was on the ground. A painless death for someone who didn’t deserve it.

Quickly taking his form, he slipped through the gates, making up some random excuse as to why he didn’t let her in.

*

*

  Stiles paced around his living room, anxiously biting at his nails. He hadn’t been this fucking nervous in years. He kept glancing at the clock, watching the seconds tick by when the knock came tentatively at the door. Stiles rushed and flew it open in seconds, ushering a very confused Scott into the room.

“Hey, hey dude take it easy!” Scott said, laughing nervously. “What’s the big emergency?”

“How do you know there is one?”

“Well…you’ve never invited me here before,” Scott shifted on his feet and glanced down at the floor.

Shame immediately flooded through Stiles. “Oh…I’m sorry. Really. I guess I haven’t really been a good friend…”

Scott’s eyebrows raised. He hadn’t known that Stiles considered him a friend, and he broke into a huge grin at the thought, relieved that his pestering to go into town wasn’t a total waste. “You haven’t been, you’ve just taken your time getting used to having friends again. I understand.”

A silence fell over them, before Stiles remembered why he had called him in the first place. “Oh um, if you don’t mind, I kind of need a favor…”

“Anything,”

“Well,” Stiles shuffled nervously. He walked over to the counter and picked up the enveloped. Taking a deep breath, he held out to Scott. “I need you to give this to y/n for me. I…don’t know where she lives exactly and every time I go out I seem to miss her…or I psych myself out. I’m hoping this’ll help us get to know each other,” He smiled nervously at Scott, who’s face had spilt into a huge grin.

“Of course, man, I’m happy to do it. I’ll deliver it on my way home. Promise,” Scott said. He turned and made his way to the door before stopping and turning back to Stiles. “Hey man, I’m proud of you for this. This’ll be the first friend you make without me having to introduce you,”

With that, he left Stiles alone. Stiles smiled to himself, feeling something for the first time since he was 16, happiness.

*

*

 You had been at home, enjoying a small glass of wine when Scott came knocking at your door. You had barely even cracked open the door before he came bursting through, exclaiming wildly about the encounter he had just had with Stiles. It took you awhile to calm him down in order for you to understand exactly what he was saying. Scott excitedly handed you the letter Stiles had written for you before running out the door to tell Allison about Stiles’ progress.

With shaky hands, you opened the letter from him. Surprisingly, he had such beautiful handwriting and wrote very eloquently. He apologized dearly for somewhat avoiding you, saying how he wasn’t the confident, charismatic person everyone here saw him as (you already knew that), and that he would love to have you over for dinner tonight so he could get to know you better. Of course, you welcomed to decline for whatever reason.

Tears pricked at your eyes. You were completely honored that Stiles wanted to get to know you. You knew exactly how cautious he was with letting people into life. Of course, you happily accepted his invitation, and began to get ready. You weren’t sure how formal this was supposed to be but decided that a pink skirt that swished down to your knees and a white blouse with matching vans would be good. Stiles would probably be nervous to see you and you didn’t want him to feel overwhelmed if you wore something too nice. It would be a lovely friend date for the two of you.

Feeling as though you were a giddy ten-year-old on the way to a birthday party, you left your home and made the walk up to the Stilinski home.

*

*

 Stiles was once again nervous. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for dinner tonight. He wasn’t the best cook, and after burning a chicken in the oven, he decided that take out would be a suitable option instead. Well, if you were coming.

He hoped you were, else he’d probably regress back a few steps. He didn’t want to, especially because of how happy Scott seemed when he told him about this. He wanted to do better, to be better.

A rapid knock came at the door. Stiles heart instantly fluttered as he took once last look at the mirror, making sure he looked alright. Taking quick steps, he opened the door-

BAM! The door flew open, knocking Stiles back to the floor, hitting his head hard. Before he could figure out what the fuck was going on, something grabbed his throat, lifted him up, and shoved him against the wall.

“Open your eyes, Void,” a deep voice sneered.

Fuck.

Slowly, he pried his eyes open, seeing an unfamiliar face. Thankfully, since he’d been spending much more time in town, he knows roughly who lives here. This man definitely does not live here.

“Who the fuck are you?” Stiles wheezed, grabbing at the hand around his throat, trying to summon his magic.

“Adam Tameson, and don’t you dare use your power unless you want me to kill people in this town. Do you really want that?” Your face flashed through Stiles’ head, and he stopped any attempt at magic. “Good, and since I’m a good person, I’ll keep my word, even after I kill you. Because I’m good, unlike all you monsters. You Voids.” He spat. “I’ll be hero, killing the famous Stiles Stilinski. I hope you’ve had a good enough life, oh wait, I know you haven’t,” Adam laughed coolly. He grew out his nails until they became sharp claws that dug into his flesh. One of them pierce his skin just barely.

Suddenly, Adam’s smirk disappeared and his skin paled. He began coughing rapidly, blooding pooling into his mouth. Letting go of Stiles’ neck, he sunk to the floor, coughing and wheezing as he gasped for air but nothing came through until eventually the light died in his eyes and his body froze. It took Stiles a couple seconds to realize that he was dead.

Stiles leaned back against the wall, taking deep breaths to recover when he finally looked up to see his savoir. His eyes locked on your form, you stood over his body, panting. You were shaking slightly, him realizing that this was probably the first time you’d killed someone. Stiles knew the feeling, only having killed in self-defense himself. He reached out and grazed his fingers over your arm reassuringly. You eyes snapped up to look into his.

Suddenly, he knew why he had been so attracted to you, and why it was impossible for him to even approach you at first. You both knew. You two were soulmates.

People had told them about the sexual desire you felt when you discovered your soulmate, but he still wasn’t prepared for it. He tried his best to hold back, not wanting to fuck up with you.

That lasted an agonizing 10 seconds.

In an instant, you flew into his arms, kissing him passionately. Your arms wrapped around his neck while he picked you up, legs wrapping around his torso. He turned and pressed your back against the wall. The kiss was rough, teeth and tongues clashing messily together. Your legs were so tightly wrapped around his waist that he was able let one of his hands roam around your body. Grabbing at the top of your shirt, he pulled down harshly, exposing your breasts to him. He grabbed at them roughly, moving his lips down to your neck so he could bite at the sensitive skin, loving the moans that were coming out of you.

He suddenly dropped you, making you stumble slightly on shaky legs. He reached under your skirt and ripped apart your panties, throwing them across the room. You made quick work of the belt on his jeans, unbuckling them and tearing them off. Stiles undid the button on his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxer briefs. His hardened cock bounced up, precum leaking through the slit.

Stiles’ hand sneaked around and grabbed roughly at your ass before wrapping your legs around himself again. He lined himself at your soaked entrance and slammed into you.

“Oh fuck Stiles!” You moaned loudly. He growled at you, sliding out almost completely before slamming back into you. He set a punishing pace, thrusting into you again and again. You leaned your head back into the wall, being thrown into a world of absolute pleasure, you’re eyes rolled back into your head.

“God you’re so fucking tight,” Stiles mumbled into your ear, along with various other obscenities, spurring you on with his filthy words.

The adrenaline from killing Adam, finding your soulmate, and with the way Stiles thrusted up into you hard and fast, the pleasure was building so quickly in your stomach you couldn’t keep up.

“I’m-I’m close” you whimpered.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, tipping your head forward. You complied, staring into his darkened, lust blown eyes. He lifted his hand, licking the pads of two of his fingers. He slipped his hand under, pressing harshly on your throbbing clit, and you cried out, fire spreading through your veins.

“Cum for me,” he growled in your ear, biting down on your lobe.

Just from his tone, the fire in your stomach broke loose as you came harshly, your core clenching on cock. A few deep thrusts later and he was following suit, his cum shooting up into you, filling you to the brim.

You two stayed like that, your legs wrapped around him, his cock still buried deep within you. Your heartbeats were in sync together, you two enjoying the feeling of being with one another.

Unfortunately, reality came crashing back down. Stiles realized exactly what he’d done: ruined any chance of being able to be your friend. His anxiety took over again, screaming at him for being a fuck-up. He couldn’t have a soulmate; he was a Dark. Void. What kind of life is that for a soulmate?

He dropped you suddenly, and you collapsed on the floor, utterly exhausted. However, you looked at him with worry in your eyes. He ran around, grabbing his belt and re-doing his jeans. He looked at your eyes, and guilt and lust churned in his chest. What the fuck is he supposed to do?

“Stiles…” you whispered.

Then he did the worst possible thing he could’ve done.

He ran.

[tintinwrites]

what kind of fool am i | Poe Dameron x Reader | Part One of Two

A/N: This is one of the darkest things I’ve ever posted. Big shoutout to @niffleurs​ for helping me a lot and shoutout to you guys for suggestions of what you wanted to see in this!

Rating: It’s not really explicit, but I’m going to say M bc I would rather adults read the subject matter.

Warning: Torture. Blood. You and Poe both take a couple punches. Naughty words. Forced kissing. Threats of sexual assault. Emotional trauma. Sexual references.

Word count: 3,212, apparently!!

Summary: You’re on a mission when a group of men that aren’t entirely linked to the First Order decide to have fun with you and Poe.

A good musical accompaniment: What Kind of Fool Am I - Emile Pandolfi

Poe almost kissed you.

Looking at the starry sky reflecting in your gaze while you sat with him in a quiet field, he leaned slightly closer.

And for a moment he didn't care about the war, or rebuilding the Resistance, or staying completely professional, or the undeniable pang he knew would be in his chest if you were to reject him.

If you denied him, he would understand that; but if you kissed him back, he would know you liked him too and be with his favorite person in the galaxy.

You were looking at the trees and telling him a story without looking at him, and he was about to crane his neck to press his lips to yours.

When blaster shots sounded from the little village where you were currently on a mission to find allies.

Poe decided he could kiss you later as you both leapt to your feet and ran to see what the noise was.

The native people of the planet were being corralled into the village square by a group of men in black clothing, waving their blasters and firing them warningly when someone dared try to protest whatever they had planned.

"Deliver any Resistance members you have hidden to me or my men, and I won't order them to kill each and every one of you slowly," said a man who appeared to be the leader; tall and classically handsome if you didn't count his cold, cruel eyes.

"You won't find any Resistance members here." That was a villager, only slightly lying as a quick scan proved there were none of your friends or colleagues standing among them.

"Then I'm going to have to show you why you should tell me where they are."

Both you and Poe were hiding behind the short wall that surrounded the village, and he was looking at you with wild eyes telling you please don't when you moved to peek over the wall again to see what they were going to do to convince these people.

The leader was approaching a young woman, the muzzle of his blaster moving hair away from her pretty face.

He paused and you hid behind the wall as he whipped around to look at you. "Wait a minute."

Everyone was silent as his footsteps grew louder in the grass, approaching the very spot where you were pressed tight to the wall.

Poe quickly deduced that he saw enough of you to assume that someone was there, and he wouldn't even need to be right at the very short wall to see you.

He needed to think of a way to stop this guy or his height over the wall would be much to his advantage.

"I don't think threatening to kill people is the most convincing way to go about this." He stood and did his best not to glare in your direction when you squeaked at him to stop; his presence was enough to distract this guy from hearing your quiet noise.

"Poe Dameron." He was in awe, but not impressed as much as pleased to have found one of the Resistance's most prominent members.

"And I'm guessing you're some First Order goon?" Poe stepped over the wall like a fool, knowing you would be spotted if he didn't move as far away from you as he could.

"Not exactly. Seize him." Two large men that he hadn't noticed grabbed tight to his arms and started frog marching him somewhere that he didn't really care where.

It wasn't near you.

That's all he cared about at the moment.

"And one more thing." His tone was casual and Poe heard a familiar voice crying out, looking over his shoulder to see the man dragging you to your feet with one hand gripping your hair and the other gripping one of your arms, forcing you to clumsily step over the wall.

"No! Y/N!" He tried to fight now that you needed his protection, but he was forced away to a small home that had been taken over by these men without his knowledge.

One of the men who had a hold of him was larger than anyone he knew, easily forcing him into a dining chair and taking bindings from the other man to tie him down expertly.

His wrists bound behind the chair and his shoulders were stretched, already hurting as he uselessly tried to tug himself free of the strong material.

Maybe he should've struggled harder when you were dragged in, but he was too busy fearfully watching you be tied to a chair across from him.

It was only supposed to be him.

"Manu, tell all the guys to kill every single kriffing person out there." He addressed the one large guy and you and Poe looked at each other hopelessly.

"Did the First Order really send someone too trigger happy to complete their mission?" Poe's sassy remark was not very biting.

All those villagers would be killed and there was nothing either of you could do about it.

"I wasn't sent by the First Order. But I'm glad to help them by weakening your pathetic group."

"Why do you care if you're not one of them?" Your gaze flickered from him to the other darkly dressed man in the room and then to him as he crouched down to your level.

"What's your name, beautiful?"

"You know my name."

Poe had yelled it and you were nearly as prolific as he was in the first place, but the man grabbed onto your chin tightly. "What's your fucking name?"

It was power play and you knew that, and you gasped out your full name to make him release his vice grip.

He tapped the spots where you would surely be bruising, gentle like he hadn't nearly broken your jaw by hand, and you leaned your head away from him, watching how tense Poe was in his chair.

"My name's Ric and that over there is my best pal Sheltav. There's something you need to know, sweet thing. Are you listening?" He blocked your view of Poe.

"I am." You stared defiantly into his eyes.

"We're not part of the First Order and I don't really give a damn what their intentions are for you, but we're gonna have some fun, don't you think?"

"I think it'd be fun to bash your face into the ground."

Ric turned around to walk to Poe at his comment, smiling kindly. "Aren't we going to have fun, Sheltav?"

A grunt.

"Aren't we going to have fun, Y/N?"

Silence.

"Aren't we going to have fun, Poe?"

His voice had darkened, the pilot's name punctuated with a hard punch to the face that almost made the chair topple over had Sheltav not stepped over to hold it upright.

The stars in Poe's vision were not as pretty as the ones he'd been watching in your eyes, and he was slightly aware of you yelling his name along with kriff this and damn that at Ric.

But he'd been punched many times and would rather keep the violence on him rather than you until he figured a way out of this.

There were weapons being laid out on a table when he stopped seeing double of Ric, meant for him if he had anything to say about it.

Ric looked at him like he could read his mind, his hand held out for Sheltav to place a small dagger into it. "I think it's sweet that you tried to distract me from finding her."

Maybe he could read his mind or maybe Poe had a fucking tell, like clenching his jaw when the dagger was held up to your face.

Your eyes followed it, gasping when he moved it to easily slice the front of your shirt open.

"Don't fucking touch her!" He knew it was stupid to let these guys know that any harm coming to you was indirectly hurting him, but he wasn't going to sit back and let them do what they wanted.

"I didn't. Or are you warning me tied up to a chair at my mercy?"

"Poe, don't—"

You were interrupted by a rough slap to the face and Poe attempted to jump from his chair, earning a punch from Sheltav like he wasn't already securely tied down.

That rib's broken again, flitted through his mind, but he was thinking more about you than the pain in his side.

"No speaking unless you're spoken to, princess."

"We're not telling you where the rest of the Resistance is," Poe murmured through a clenched jaw.

"You two are enough."

"Or you're a couple of pansy First Order allies that can't take more than us." A closed fist against your face was the retaliation for Poe's comment and you cried out.

His chest tightened painfully, fear strong at them hurting you for sassy comments that he was used to being the one hurt for.

The dagger was at your collarbone, a distracted whimper from your lips as the tip broke open your skin and only pushed deeper.

Poe yanked at the binds around his wrists, squirming in his seat to be free. "What the hell do you want then? Their approval? Money?"

"Maybe I want two of the best pilots in your pansy Resistance to bleed and scream." Ric moved to slice a line into your jaw and Poe shouted,

"Please don't!"

The smirk clearly said he should have kept his mouth shut, should have let them do a mere little cut in your skin.

"Are you with him?" He asked you softly, and you were still blinking away the fist that had collided with your face as you answered.

"No..."

"Did you know that he wants to be?"

"Poe is my friend."

Poe was your friend who hated himself for wanting more, for thinking about kissing you when you considered him to be a trusted colleague, for the glint in Ric's eyes when he saw the truth in his.

He trailed the dagger along your torso.

"I said we'd all have fun and I think we can give Dameron something fun to tighten his pants, don't you? It's obvious you owe him for making him pine after you with nothing in return."

"She doesn't owe me—" Poe flinched at your loud scream, not able to see with the man blocking his view of you, but pretty sure the dagger was somewhere digging into the skin of your right hip.

You began to sob at the pain.

Poe couldn't look away from the tears streaming down your cheeks with Sheltav's grip holding his head still, and he knew he needed to get you out of there.

"Please! Please stop! You're hurting her, please!"

"That's part of the point here."

"You can hurt me!"

"I heard you're dramatic."

And he did stop, leaving you slumped and weeping in the chair.

With a P and a D carved messily into your hip to humiliate you, to mock Poe's desire for you.

A reminder for if— when you were free, for this and what a thoughtless dick he was, wanting you too much that these men noticed it.

This wasn't something where they were trying to get information and promising him that they would stop if he told them what they wanted, and Poe didn't know what to do.

What if they did want information?

Would he let them hurt you or betray the Resistance?

"Do you like it?" Ric moved over to hold the tip of the dagger between Poe's legs and he flinched back quickly, though there wasn't anywhere to go.

"I would rather carve into you." He was an idiot who instinctively bit back at anyone who tried to intimidate him, forgetting that his words didn't put him into any trouble this time.

No, it was you who received another punch to the face and this time your head drooped down, and Poe started panicking.

He squirmed, watching Ric tilt your head back and search for a pulse. "Y/N? Sweetheart?"

"She's tough. I knocked her around a bit too much, but she's perfectly fine."

"Please leave her alone."

"Do you want to kiss her, Dameron?"

"Excuse me?"

Ric brushed a hand over your hair, and across your cheek, then dug his thumb into the front of your throat. "Answer me."

He needed to behave, to keep you from being hurt. "Yes."

And the guy started batting at your injured face gently, prompting you to wake up again.

You didn't have any idea what was happening and Poe hated the way you looked at him in confusion like he could tell you that you were both on base where you should be.

He hated it more when Ric turned your head to offer him a view of your profile; or to offer him a view of the kiss, your pliable lips opening for his tongue to crudely thrust into your mouth, taking advantage of your current confusion.

His lips were coated with the blood dripping from your split bottom one as he pulled away, walking to Poe and gripping his hair tightly.

It took all his effort not to bite the fucker's tongue when he kissed him. He wanted to taste his blood and not your blood, but could only imagine what would be done to you if he injured your captor in such a way.

"There you go," he said patronizingly, like that demonstration was anything like kissing you would be.

"Poe...I'm..."

"It's okay, baby."

Ric smiled. "You really like her. I could make her suck your dick. I mean, I don't think she'd have any idea what the fuck she's doing right now, but I can guide her a bit, assist her with a good pace."

If looks could kill, he would have been a pile of dust on the floor and Poe would have been breaking free to save you right then; his glare was darker than it'd ever been.

"Don't you ever think about fucking her?"

"No."

His answer was fast and this time he was the one who was hurt for speaking, with a hard backhand and then a sharp tug on his hair to lift his head like it was his fault he looked away from the man. "You're a terrible liar. Do you want to fuck her?"

He didn't want to tell them the deepest thoughts he had about you, his little desires that would probably be used against him.

But his lack of an answer would be misbehavior and be used too.

Probably to hurt you.

"Yes."

"Me and Sheltav can take care of that for you too."

There was a moment where he had to think extra hard around the ringing in his head from the smack, but he understood quickly and his eyes widened.

He couldn't even formulate any words as Ric moved over to untie you and your body fell limp against his chest.

You were in his arms like those damsels in distress he'd heard about in stories as a kid when he remembered how to speak, how to protect you. "Please don't! Oh, fuck, no, please! You can do whatever you want to me! I'm willing to give you anything you want if you...please don't hurt her like that."

He was struggling harder against his restraints now, caring very little if he dislocated his shoulders as pleas and curse words fell from his lips, tripping and stumbling over each other, not intelligible and yet desperate to be acknowledged.

"Poe," your whimper of his name broke his heart, knowing you figured out what they were going to do and couldn't even try to fight them.

"Please don't fucking do this to her! Please!"

They walked into an adjacent room and the door shut with a click.

You were about to be hurt in one of the worst ways possible thanks to his desire for you and his inability to tell one stupid lie.

His binds dug into his wrists as he tried desperately to free himself, merely tiring himself out with his attempts.

He hated himself for giving up when there needed to be another option that he assumed he was simply too selfish to see, dropping his chin to his chest and weeping loudly. "No, no, nononono, NO!"

He sobbed, feet slamming against the ground as if he could use the momentum to pull his wrists free.

The chair rocked slightly, mocking him, telling him it could break if it wanted to and that it didn't want to, that he was going to have to live with what he let happen to you.

He slumped, panting hard.

A tear, your scream, and blaster shots.

Then there was no sound at all; he looked at the door with empty eyes, trying to hear any little noise he could.

Did they kill you?

And if they did, was it necessarily a bad thing?

He wasn't sure if he would prefer you alive and destroyed or dead and somewhat peaceful.

He was very sure, however, that it killed him for the last time he saw you to be half-knocked out and beaten, restrained in a chair.

The last moment of affection with you, friendly or otherwise, a bloodied kiss from the lips of a man who took advantage of your weakness.

Poe refused to look up when the door squeaked open.

What if he received a blaster shot to the head?

It was always how someone was going to take him out and the only way he'd be free of them now, and he didn't see why he should live when you didn't.

"Poe?" The voice made him tense slightly, raising his gaze until it came to the most handsome face he'd tell everyone he ever saw.

"Finn. Buddy." His words cracked with relief and hope.

And there you were, alive and...clinging to Finn's side, weeping into his shirt.

What was it Poe had been thinking about you being destroyed or peaceful?

Your shirt was torn a little more, but there hadn't been enough time for you to be hurt and that was definitely good.

But was the threat and everything else they'd done too much for you?

"They're dead, but I counted six other guys out there. We can sneak back to the ship if we stay quiet." Finn explained this with you still grasping onto him as he untied Poe's wrists.

"She needs a jacket." And Poe tried to take you from him, wanting to hold you close as if it could erase what had been done to you, but you flinched away.

"Damn, Poe, come on."

"I'm fine, but she needs a med droid."

Finn looked at him like he was crazy, like you were both in need of a med droid, but moved out a back door of the home with the assumption that Poe had enough sense to follow.

He did.

Watching you hold onto Finn to keep from collapsing as the three of you sneaked through the dark towards the Falcon, happy that you were safe now.

And understanding that you clung to Finn out of your newfound hatred for and fear of the man who was the reason you needed to be safe in the first place.

[crashdevlin]

A River in Egypt 14- Denial

It’s Only Natural Masterlist   A River in Egypt Masterlist

Author’s Note: A series of snapshots from the It’s Only Natural universe, all told from Sam’s POV.

Summary: After losing Dean in the fight with Amara, Sam and Y/n are kidnapped by the British Men of Letters and tortured. Sam seizes the opportunity to get what he's wanted for years.

Pairing: Sam x Sister!reader

Word count: 4663

Story Warnings: torture, pain, incest (sister wincest), exhibitionism,  18+ HERE BE SEX! DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!, oral sex (fem rec), unprotected sex, creampie

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I hate this. I hate that I can’t devote all of my time to finding Y/n. I hate that Dean is all caught up in Amara and I hate that Y/n ran away again and I hate that...I kissed her. I kissed her and then she ran away. I hate that I just let her leave. I should have talked to her. I should have apologized for kissing her. I should-

I call her again. She doesn’t answer. Months of not answering. I hate this.

Dean keeps snarking at me about calling her, discouraging me from trying to find her. If he would just shut up and let me! Let me find her, let me bring her home! Let me apologize for being half the reason she left. Well, not half. Dean was more than half. Dean was 90%. Dean was more than that, even, because then there’s the whole thing where he knocked her up! On purpose! And then abandoned her!

Ya know...if she wasn’t a Winchester...if she wasn’t the strongest of us, I’d have been worried she might do something stupid. But she has never been the type to do that stupid thing. She’s the type to run off to get her head straight. She’s the type to come home eventually. She never has been able to stay away from us for too long.

But she seems determined to stay gone this time and all my searching isn’t finding and I hate that Dean was right that I wouldn’t be able to find her. Even when we lose Cas and Dean starts helping me, we still can’t find her. She does have amazing skills. Why don’t we lean on them more often instead of leaning on her emotionally, leaning on her physically?

We are the shittiest brothers ever.

And of course, it’s Chuck that brings her home. I couldn’t find her, again , and a higher power brings her home. Dean starts in on Chuck because of course he needs to air his damn grievances and Y/n only takes issue with Chuck’s qualifications of our misery. She gets up to make herself a drink and I follow her. She looks good, considering the fact that it’s been almost a year since I’ve seen her...and considering she’s upset.

I put my hand on her back to comfort her and, of course, Dean has to put his two cents in about that. “You should keep your hands to yourself,” he says as he sets a beer on the Map Table in front of me and I look up at him. He’s not angry. If it weren’t for Amara, he’d be furious that I touched her. “Y/n. She’s probably not in a good place for that.”

“How would you know?” I snap at him. He hasn’t even talked to her. He sits down next to me and takes a drink of his beer.

“Look, I’m just sayin’, Sam...it’s been a good eleven months or so since you’ve seen her, maybe you should ease into trying to replace me,” he reasons.

Replace him? As what, the brother forcing a baby on her? “I’m not trying to replace you, Dean.” I pick up the beer. “Unlike you, I’m just caring for her.”

“Caring for her doesn’t require touching her at every opportunity,” Dean says, shaking his head. I look at the tabletop and bite the inside of my lip. It's not my fault. I just wanted to comfort her. “We care about each other and we barely touch unless one of us is dying.”

I roll my eyes. It's like he doesn't even realize how upset she was back there. Of course, he doesn't know, does he? The losses that Chuck said were necessary...what he lost and he doesn't even know. "That's...not true, Dean. We touch each other all the time...and Y/n was upset, okay? What Chuck was saying was-"

“Dude, come on, you were feeling her up in your feminist way.” Why does he say that like it’s an insult? “Shut up. Don’t think I forgot you making out with her the night before she left, and I didn’t forget the collar either.” The collar. It took me a while to remember the collar. Guess I’ve been jealous of Dean’s connection with Y/n for a lot longer than we were using her to combat the Mark. I take a drink of my beer and clear my throat.

“Look. For Y/n’s good, she should probably not start anything else with her brother, ya know? Can you imagine how bad things coulda gone if she’d stayed with me?” Yeah, Dean, I can. “She’s better off with someone outside of our family.”

I scoff and shake my head. “What, you’re actually gonna let her be with someone without forcing them out of her life?”

Dean sighs and makes a clicking noise. “Yeah, I deserve that...and I got no good excuse for all the guys I blocked from her, but that’s not what I’m doing here.” He leans back in his chair and looks at me. “Look, we both know that what I did to her is...inexcusable, right? We both know I should never have touched her and it’s sick that I wanted to for so long. Just like we both know it’s sick that you want to.”

How dare he judge me? After everything he did? It doesn’t matter if I want it, I’ve never done anything other than kiss her. Even when I didn’t have a fucking soul, all I did was put a collar on her. He raped her and I might have gotten off on it but-

“It’s the best thing, for both of you, for you to go jack it to some of that porn you think no one knows you have and stop thinking about Y/n.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. Why does he always bring up me masturbating? “Not everything is about sex, Dean. I’m just trying to be there for her. That’s all.”

“Okay, Sammy,” he says like he doesn’t believe me. “Keep it that way. S’all I’m sayin’.”

There’s a million miles of subtext in that.

But at least she’s back. That’s the important part. The next morning, I go to check on her and talk to her about Grandma Millie. I end up sitting next to her on her bed as she tells me about the postcards that Dad used to send his mom, how he signed them with ‘Johnny’. And then she leans her head against my shoulder. It’s so nice. I missed her so much over the past year. I’m so happy to have her here where I can feel her and smell the roses on her hair.

“I’m tired, Sammy. I haven’t been home a day and I’m exhausted,” she admits.

“Have you talked to Dean?” I ask. Not that talking to him is gonna change anything.

“He said he’s sorry. He doesn’t even know what he’s sorry for.”

Of course not. I didn’t tell him what he needed to be sorry for...and I’m guessing neither has she. “You haven’t told him about the baby, have you?”

“It’s not like he would care,” she snaps.

With Amara still alive that’s probably right, but I say, “You don’t know that,” to make her feel a bit better.

“It’s not...I only...it was really early first trimester, Sam. I couldn’t have been more than six weeks. I...I only took the test right after Charlie’s funeral and...the Stynes…” She clears her throat and pulls away from me to look in my eyes. Her eyes are all watery and sad. “I don’t know why it hurts so much.”

She’s been hurting over this for a year and she’s been beating herself up for how she feels, too? “Because you created life, Y/n, and that was taken from you. It’s allowed to hurt.” I reach out and run the back of my knuckles down her cheek. I just wanna make her feel better. “ You’re allowed to hurt.”

I wanna kiss her, but the thought has barely crossed my mind to start leaning in when she goes stiff and pulls away. “Th-thank you, Sammy.”

I rub my hands together as I stand. Yeah, probably wouldn’t be a good idea. Maybe Dean’s right. Probably Dean’s right. “You know, i-if you need anything, I’m here,” I tell her and she nods so I just leave. It’s a bad idea to try to get close to her right now. It’s a bad idea.

Especially since she seems determined to sacrifice herself. Which, thankfully, she fails at. Every part of our plan to take down the Darkness fails. So we have to come up with another option...which puts Dean on the chopping block. This seems like it’s the...the last time. The end. Especially when Dean kisses Y/n right there in front of Cas, Crowley, and Rowena.

“Sam, Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Cas says as we enter the bunker. “If you want to talk...I’m here if either of you need anything.”

“Hello, hello,” a happy British voice calls out across the War Room. A well-dressed woman slams her hand into a banishing sigil on the wall, sending Cas away. Y/n and I call his name and reach for our pistols but the woman raises a gun before we can. “Don’t. Y/n and Sam Winchester. Toni Bevell,” she introduces. “Men of Letters, London Chapterhouse.” What? There’s still Men of Letters?

“Oh you won’t have heard of me...us. We’re very traditional. Keep out of the way, keep to our studies.”

“You, um…” I look over at Y/n, who looks just as confused as I feel, then look back to the intruder and shake my head. “What?”

“They sent me to take you in.”

“To take us in?” Y/n asks.

“Assuming the world didn’t end, and...yay!” she says. I am not in the mood for this shit.

“Look, lady,” I start, stepping toward her.

“We’ve been watching you, Sam. What you’ve done, the damage you’ve caused...archangels, Leviathans, the Darkness, and now, well...the old men have decided enough’s enough. I mean, let’s face it. You’re just jumped-up hunters playing with things you don’t understand and doing more harm than good.” I almost growl at that. We didn’t ask for the archangels or the Leviathans or the damn Darkness. We didn’t even ask to be hunters. “Now, where’s Dean?” she finishes.

“Dead,” I answer, focusing on my anger so that she doesn’t see the sadness in my face. “Listen, lady, I don’t know who the hell you are or what the hell you want-” I start advancing on her again.

“Stop,” she demands, but I don’t listen.

“Put the gun down,” I snap.

“I said stop,” she reminds me.

“We all know you’re not gonna pull the trigger,” I say, but she does. Y/n screams when the bitch’s gun goes off, bullet impacting my thigh. I hit the floor, Y/n drops next to me to put pressure on me.

“I’m going to retrieve something to use as a tourniquet,” the intruder says to Y/n as she tucks her gun into a holder on her hip. “I assume you wish Sam to survive. Don’t try anything stupid.”

“You bitch,” Y/n growls at her.

“Oh, you’ll be needing a gag too, then.” She starts to walk away as I take deep breaths to keep my pain level down. “Bloody hunters.”

“You’re gonna be okay, Sammy,” Y/n whispers.

I fucking hope so.

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A cattle prod wakes me up. Y/n and I are bound to wooden chairs, hands cuffed behind our backs, ankles cuffed to the chair legs. I look over at Y/n to make sure she’s in better shape than me before I look around the room. We’re in a storm cellar. Nothing unique in Kansas.

“Be a good boy,” the woman with the cattle prod says as Toni Bevell walks down the stairs.

“You,” I bite out, pulling at my restraints.

She sits down in a chair across the cellar from us and flips open a notebook, taking the cap off of a fancy pen. “Now, Y/n, Sam...let’s begin.”

“Toni Bevell, London Chapterhouse.” Bitch. Stupid British cunt. Broke into my home, shot me, knocked me and my sister out.

“That’s right.”

“So, you’re what. You’re English Men of Letters?” Y/n asks.

“British,” Toni corrects.

“Right. Big distinction,” Y/n says rolling her eyes.

“You would think that you, the smarter Winchesters, would care about that difference.”

“Well, you don’t sound Welsh, so…” Y/n is such a snarky bitch. I love her.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“Does it matter?” she taunts me.

“Just wondering how far we’re gonna have to walk back to town after we kill you,” I answer. I nod at the woman in black who shocked us. “And her. But you first.”

She obviously doesn’t believe we’re gonna murder her. “Yes, well, before you murder us all, we do have a few questions about you, your brother, Hunters in America, and how you saved the sun.”

Really? “Right. You shoot me, kidnap us, but yeah, we’re happy to help,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, Sam. You gave me no choice. And, well, I could say it was never supposed to go this way, but you’re...you . It was always going to go this way.”

“And you know me?” I snap.

“We do,” she confirms. “We’ve been watching you and the twins for years. Ever since you almost ended the world the first time. We knew all about Lucifer, the angels falling, the Mark of Cain and its various...side effects.” I look over at Y/n, who looks so embarrassed. Fuck Toni for making Y/n feel like that.

“Then where were you?” Y/n asks.

“Fair question. See, some of us wanted to get involved but the old men wouldn’t allow it. Thought we were overstepping our bounds. After all of this business with the Darkness, even they have to agree...things need to change. And while you might not believe this, Winchesters, we’re here to help.”

Of course they are. “Yeah, no. I-I can tell,” I say sarcastically.

“I want to apologize for locking you up. You’re dangerous--to others and yourselves--but if you answer my questions, you both walk right out that door. I promise.”

I look over at Y/n. I wanna resist, but based on what I know of these assholes, they’re going to hurt us. I don’t want to fight back if Y/n isn’t up to the pain. But she’s the strongest of us. She tells me with a look that she understands and agrees that we’ll get through whatever they throw at us together. “Pass,” I answer for us.

“Sam,” Toni scolds me. She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with.

“You can ask me any kind of question you want. The answer’s gonna be the exact same: Screw you. You wanna get mad? You wanna get mean? I’ve been tortured by the Devil himself. So you? You’re just an accent in a pantsuit. What can you do to me?” I see Y/n gawking at me from the corner of my eye. She looks impressed...and maybe a little turned on.

“And what about your sister?” Toni asks, capping her pen. “Dear Y/n here hasn’t ever been to Hell. Her only interactions with Lucifer and the archangels has been tangential. She’s never been ‘tortured by the Devil himself’. Do you think she could handle it?”

“Screw. You,” Y/n says with all the spite and confidence of a Winchester. Damn, that’s sexy. The woman in black turns on a cold tap and water starts raining down on us. “I can handle anything you throw at us.”

“A cold shower? That’s your play?” I scoff and shake the water from my hair. We start shaking but we don’t complain. We don’t say anything except, “Screw you.”

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I wake up on the floor, out of my restraints. My burned feet are wrapped. My whole body hurts. I’ve taken a beating...and so has Y/n. I’m proud of how much pain she stood up to. When I see her on the floor on the opposite side of her chair, fear that she’s succumbed to the pain overwhelms me. I just lost Dean. I can’t lose her too. I shake her, call her name, check her pulse. She’s alive, but her breathing is shallow. I need her to wake up.

“Y/n. Y/n, you need to wake up,” I whisper desperately, grasping at her face.

“Um ah-righ,” she slurs and I let out a sigh of relief. She’s not out of the woods until she opens her eyes.

“Hey, hey! I can’t lose you too!” I shake her slightly.

“You’re really loud,” she mumbles, a little clearer, but still not awake.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know but you need to wake up.”

Her eyelids flutter over her gorgeous green eyes for a moment before they slide up and she focuses on me. “I tol’ you I’m okay, Sammy,” she says, trying to sit up. I help her and look over her. “Why aren’t we tied up?”

Good question. “We passed out, both ended up on the floor.” I point at the camera on the ceiling in the corner. “They’re watching us from that camera. I’m not sure the game here, but they definitely shouldn’t have-” My eyes go wide as she her whole body goes stiff and she screams like she did when they took the torch to her toes. “Whoa! W-what, what happened?”

“I-I don’t-” She shakes her head, looking up at me with panic in her eyes. “It’s-” Her next scream cuts off her words and she clamps it down but then she just starts whimpering. “It’s like I’m on fire, inside is on fire.”

I start looking her over. A hex bag, a sigil, something that’s causing this pain...a needle mark? I pull her hair off of her shoulder and run my fingertips over a pissed-off mark on her shoulder. “Needle mark. She injected you with something.”

“T-they...they’re trying to break you by b-breaking mmme…” She’s probably right, but I know she won’t break. “I’m the softer target.”

I shake my head and look down at her. She’s not soft. “Nah. You aren’t...you’re strong and...you can-”

She lets out a disbelieving breath. “Only time I’ve been tortured is when Gordon had me, and that--that wasn’t…” She whines and scrunches her face up. Gordon tortured her because of me. Toni’s torturing her because of me. “Hng...that was nothing.”

“You’re not gonna break, Y/n. You’re a Winchester.” Dean did thirty years worth of Hell torture before he broke. I...don’t even know how long Lucifer had me. She can do this.

“I’ve always been the weak-” she starts and I can’t hear her talking about herself like that so I lay her back on the floor and look down into her eyes.

“Not weak. Sensitive, beautiful, amazing.” Perfect. Gorgeous. Sexy. Fuck, how can she look so sexy after a night of torture and days of emotional bullshit and mourning? I look down her body, her perfect, curvy body. I’m fucked in the head, but...I want her. We might die here and I want her. Just once. “Just gotta distract you from the pain, sis,” I whisper as I pull her shirt up. Get her through this until whatever they hit her with wears off. I’m drawn to the burn marks on her abs from the cattle prod and I run my fingers over them. “Gonna make it better...and then we’re gonna make London Chapterhouse pay.”

“Sam, w-what are-” she starts, but I can’t let her talk me outta this. I have to taste her just this once. I lean down and kiss her burn and she gasps. I’ve heard her make that noise for Dean. I wanna make her make all the noises I’ve heard her make for Dean. I pull her shirt up over her bra and start mouthing at her boobs, wetting her bra, but I don’t care because her nipples are poking through the cotton. “Sam,” she whines, and holy shit, my name has never sounded so good.

“I love how my name sounds on your lips. Can’t wait to hear you scream it,” I admit, grinding my dick against her pussy. She grabs my shoulders like she’s trying to hold on for dear life. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this. Was so jealous of Dean.”

I start licking at her neck, the column of her throat. I use a little bit of teeth because I wanna mark her as mine. Just this once. She’s breathing heavy and it’s amazing. “I...Sam, please,” she begs as I pop the button on her jeans. She’s begging me. Fuck.

“So fuckin’ needy, sis. Gonna be too easy to get you off when you’re already begging for it.” I slide my hand into her jeans and rub at her clit. She cries out in pain and pleasure and I try to balance it a little more toward pleasure by rubbing a little harder and ramping up the dirty talk. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, Y/n. Soaking your panties. That all for me?”

“Sam…” she whines and that’s still the best thing I’ve ever heard.

“Don’t worry. Gonna take care of you,” I promise, pulling her pants and underwear down and off of her left leg so I can spread her thighs and hook her knees over my shoulders. I kiss my way up her inner thigh. I wanna go slow, but I’m so fucking eager and scared that the British Men of Letters might stop me. I kiss her pussy and her taste coats my lips. She tastes amazing. No wonder Dean couldn’t help but eat her out at inappropriate times. “Taste so fuckin’ good.”

“Fuck, Sam, please,” she begs and how can I say ‘no’? I start licking her lips and sliding my tongue into her slit, slurping at her delicious juices and listening to her gasps and moans. When she twists her fingers in my hair, I fuck my tongue into her pussy. She starts squirming and I put my hands on her stomach to hold her in place. “Sam, I need to--Sam, please, I need to cum, please, please, plea-” I make her scream when I move my mouth to suck her clit into my mouth.

The noise she makes is just...the best fucking thing ever, and I am hard as stone and I need to fuck her, now. I lean back and start undressing as I lick at her taste on my lips and chin. “Think they’re still watching? Huh?” I ask as I carefully pull my pants down. Her eyes go a bit wide when she sees my cock. “Or do you think they averted their proper English, sorry, British eyes when the video stream became incest porn?”

She tears her eyes away from my dick to the camera in the corner. Maybe I shouldn’t have reminded her that it was there. “Uh, I...I don’t-”

“I hope they’re still watching,” I say, carefully laying my body over hers. “Want them to see you cum all over my cock.” Her jaw drops at that. She doesn’t know just how dirty I can be. She’s gonna see before we’re done here. I lean down to kiss her, sliding the head of my cock to her entrance. She whimpers as another wave of fire hits her and I start pushing into her, French kissing her as I slowly get into her.

I’m big. Bigger than Dean, I know that much, almost certainly bigger than Jesse. I’m probably the biggest she’s ever taken, so I know that I have to go slow. But my big fucking dick is definitely distracting her...and that’s why I started this, right? I wanted to get her through this pain, but there’s no reason we can’t enjoy ourselves.

We’re kissing each other, hands buried in each other’s hair, as we wait for her to adjust. It always takes women a few minutes to get used to me...but eventually, I gotta move and when I do? When I start rolling my hips, rocking against her...I’ve never felt anything like it. I drop my head to her shoulder and take deep breaths. “Fuck, Y/n. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long. Since Dean was in Purgatory.” Since she was watching over me in Kermit. Since I was dreaming of fucking her with that collar on. “Used to fuck Amelia, picturing you,” I say as I start thrusting into her. I pick up speed a bit faster than I normally would but I’m so eager.

She grabs at my shoulders, fingernails digging in and I groan. “Sam! Fuck! Slow d-down,” she begs. Too fast, I guess.

I slow a bit, looking into her eyes as I fuck her. She’s got the most amazing body. “God, you feel so fucking amazing, Y/n. You’re squeezing my cock so good. I’m gonna fucking cum.” I grab her breast and tweak her nipple, loving the way it makes her clench around me. She’s exactly what I imagined she’d be. Perfect. “You gonna cum for me, sis? I wanna see your face. I’ve heard you cum so many times, I wanna see. I wanna feel it.”

I reach between us and rub my thumb over her clit and her nails dig in more as she whines, “Sammy.” Her body goes stiff as I start fucking her harder. She’s so fucking close. I’m gonna get to make her cum. “Fuckfuckfuck,” she rambles as her eyes roll back and her jaw drops a bit. Her breath catches on her orgasm and so does mine. I’ve never seen her look so beautiful, so blissful and heavenly.

“So beautiful,” I whisper. I kiss her again as my own orgasm approaches, pain shooting through me as my burned toes curl. I grunt into her mouth as I fill her with cum, gasping in a breath as my head goes woozy. That was everything I thought it was gonna be. Holy shit. I kiss her neck and jawline as I pull out of her. She hasn’t whimpered in a few minutes. “How’s the pain?”

“Better,” she says, stretching her neck a bit. “I think...whatever they injected me with, it’s wearing off.”

I lean away from her, get up on my forearm. I laugh as I look down at her red cheeks and sweaty forehead. “Or maybe I fucked it out of you.” I smirk as I pull her shirt down.

“Yeah. Maybe. My spirits are higher in the very least,” she says sitting up. She smiles at me for a minute before a sadness takes her eyes. “We’re gonna get out of this, right? That wasn’t a ‘Last Night on’-”

“No,” I cut her off as we start getting dressed. Her abandonment issues are huge. “That was a first of many. Next time, it’ll be better. Neither of us will be in pain.”

She shrugs and stands and I’m kinda proud of the way her legs are shaking. “Maybe a little bit of pain isn’t too bad.”

Dean was right? She likes pain. That means I don’t have to hold back with her. Perfect. She’s so fucking perfect. I smile at her. “You’re a little freaky, aren’t you?”

“Says the exhibitionist who just came inside his big sister,” she snaps back.

I chuckle. “Got me there.” It’s hot that she’s got my cum dripping out of her right now. “Let’s see if we can get outta here, huh?” She nods and we start looking around the cellar for weapons and a way out.

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter Six: Sensory Integration 2

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: It’s a fine night for a walk by the water with a handsome vet holding your hand. I think that says it all.

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Word Count: Almost 1.9k (a bit shorter, hopefully y’all don’t mind by the end!)

Warnings: Basically still fluff, but also some saucy morsels near the end…not full on smut, though, so don’t get too excited. We aren’t there yet, my little lovelies. Soon, though…soon.

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The lake was fairly near her clinic, not two blocks away. He wasn't wrong about her feeling up to a walk when the time came. She was looking forward to the fresh night air near the lake. It was a deep-seated part of who she was to love the water.

He'd pulled into the small, empty gravel lot at the head of the paved walking trail. It was well dark since it had just turned 10:00, and the moonlight danced off the water, calm, but with a faint shimmer from the light breeze. The stars danced, winking at them as if they knew the romance that surged between the couple was burgeoning right here below them.

"Now, last time I walked this trail, I'll warn you…I got approached by a gang. And they were…pretty vicious. I had to resort to some guerilla tactics that I'm not too proud of to fend 'em off."

"Oh no!" she wasn't aware of any gang crime in their fairly peaceful city! "What kind of gang?"

"A goose gang." He looked at her gravely. Before they both burst out laughing in hysterics.

"I thought you were serious!" she wiped tears carefully from her eyes with the back of her hand.

"I was! They are stupid territorial! I had several of them tryin'a bite at my legs at once. It was quite the ordeal, I assure you!" he said, serious, but still laughing.

"Well, you'll save me if the Ya-Gooz-ah descend on us tonight, wont you?" she teased, clutching at his arm in mock fright at the thought of a band of Yakuza Geese being an actual thing, but thinking it was a great way to keep him touching her.

"As long as you stay real close to me, sunshine. I'll protect you from the devil himself." He kissed her on the top of the head, sealing the promise and warming her from the point of contact all the way to her toes.

As they traipsed along the pavement path, they talked about everything and nothing, the gentle night wind a whisper against their skin, which had been made slightly dewy from the walk and the humidity. They had made two laps around the small body of water when they came back around to one of several benches placed at intervals on the trail running its perimeter. Without breaking their conversation, she pointed to the nearest one, indicating her desire to sit, which he understood and lead them there.

“See, the problem I have with sports at that level, especially football is the harm I’ve witnessed it do to a kid’s body. We’ve treated athletes in high school and as early as 7th and 8th grade that the coaches are completely obsessed with getting them out on the field or court again. These kids are taking more impact than their bodies are ready for. They can’t miss a game, or even practice for therapy even if they’re just riding pine. And the parents are so laser focused on that potential college scholarship for that sport that they can’t see that if their child doesn’t get better, no scout is gonna want to dole out a free ride. Not to a broken-down athlete. Did you feel that kind of pressure when you were playing football? Because I don’t remember it at my school.” She went off a on bit of a tangent because she’d just been told by Heather before she left that her torn meniscus, Jason couldn’t get in for several weeks because of his practice and game schedule limiting his availability.  

“I mean, I felt pressure, I guess, but not outside of practice or the games. I’d hurt my knee my junior year early, same one we been workin’ on, and they just had me sit out a few weeks and work with a PT, but I don’t remember it being a problem to miss out on anything related to football if it was because of my health.” He sat down next to her on the fiberglass bench, which was molded to have the look of fine blonde wood, and put his arm around her shoulder. No pretense of the reach, no awkwardly sitting for a while beforehand, just continuing to touch her as he had been their whole walk.

She leaned into his shoulder, comfortably, as if they’d done this a thousand times and this wasn’t their first date. And continued their discussion.

“What has gotten into people these days? It’s like they’re not satisfied with anything. Nothing is ever enough for a single person on this good earth!” She sighed, frustrated by the neediness of people that seemed to come with her own job and projecting that on to the world…not that there wasn’t at least a measure of truth in it.

“Personally speaking, I think you’re wrong.”

“You don’t think that the world is full of dissatisfied Karens?” She laughed.

“Oh I do. But it’s not every person. You’re sitting next to one very content man right here.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” He confirmed.

“Was it the steak, or the lobster mac?” She’d be fantasizing about them both until the next time they went there. Yeah, she was already thinking about “next time” and “they.” She was in trouble.

“Not to knock either, but I’m a hun’ert percent sure it was the company.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

She smiled, nuzzling into him, feeling the downy softness of his shirt again and smelling his intoxicating cologne. She suddenly remembered a promise from their session.

“Oh, hey. I was gonna have a response for you…to your 'question' from earlier.” She said, mischief burning in her eyes. She kneeled up on the bench and turned his face to hers, brushing a hand against his impossibly soft beard before descending slowly in for a kiss.

It started sweet, a few languid, full pecks, then she parted her lips barely enough for her tongue to venture out to explore his full mouth. They were met after several attempts with a reciprocal openness from him. She dared, then to search him with her tongue. It was simply browsing now. Feeling no rush to complete its quest. Only a sense of the need for due diligence. She was surprised at the flavor she'd encountered. She hadn't seen him pop a mint, and she hadn't left his side all evening. He was sly. It was a sweet and strong taste. Wintergreen on steroids, with the mildest hint of vanilla. She wanted more. Of the flavor. Of him.

She let her tongue find his, knowing what would happen, somehow, even though they had never kissed like this before. Never when it wasn't rushed and needing to be…PG. Here in the dark of night, with no one but the celestial bodies as witnesses, they didn't have to worry about her job, or the public. The judgement of the outsider's gaze.

She knew, by instinct alone, that this would spark him into more than latent participation. And that's exactly why she did it. As previously stated, she was definitely an intentional beast when the occasion called and mood struck.

He did as she'd expected, his own tongue waking, beginning a playful dance with hers, exploring her mouth with more urgency and desire, pulling a ragged gasp from her lungs. She broke away to give some attention to his neck. She held him by the base of his head, thumb playfully brushing into his thick facial hair. A breathy moan that sounded very much like her name escaped his lips. This was the reaction she had been dying to get from him for so long. A surrendering bliss that only came from this kind of personal, intimate, and one-one connection. She'd gotten hints of it when she'd helped him stretch, when she heard those stifled groans he felt at the good hurt she brought him with her expert touch.

She bit his earlobe, and sealed her fate. He growled and pulled her up to his lap in an immodest straddle. Not that she cared in the empty dark. He seemed to need her lips back on his, desperate to find a purchase that would never present itself. The paradox of a kiss.

His hands roved over the back of her from neck to behind, very much favoring the latter. It was an odd sensation. Most of her experience with ass-grabbing had been less than pleasant. Either dirty old men had touched her without consent, or boyfriends had done essentially the same thing as a show of their dominance over her, also without her strictest consent. The way Sy held her was tender, exploratory, and…she couldn't help but think the word loving. "Love" wasn't a word they were ready to even bring up. But she thought he was showing it in his feather touch and hungry kiss.

The breeze was cool, and felt extra cold where she seemed to be warmest. Her position had her…very exposed to the elements, covered only by the fine layers of her underwear at some angles. She was suddenly very aware that they were on a precipice here. If they carried on much longer like this, she wasn't going to want to stop. She already didn't. And she was just out of practice enough to be unsure of where her point of no return was. Dammit. She broke away, in agony from it.

"Sy, I…I think …you should take me back." she stuttered.

"Okay." he pulled her back in for another kiss, pretending to misinterpret,which she indulged a moment but quickly escaped.

"No, sweetie." she chuckled. "You know what I mean."

"Or…I could bring you home with me." It was only a suggestion, but there was a plea in his eyes that pulled at her guts. He wanted her. And she wanted him. With every single cell in her body, she wanted every singe cell of his. But she truly felt that taking things slowly was the best option given the complexities of their situation.

"You don't know how badly I want to accept that invite, Sy." she rested her forehead on his. They were both breathless.

"It's just two little letters, sunshine. O. K. Easy as granny's peach pie."

"I'm terrible at pie crust." they laughed.

"Let's go." he said, helping her off his lap, and preparing to stand, but sitting back down immediately.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned. "Is it the knee? Did I hurt it?" she was already mad at herself, and at him a bit, if this indiscretion had caused him a setback…how ironic it would be!

"Nope, knee's great. Dandy."

"Did you get lightheaded?"

"No, but uhh…it's definitely SOME sort of blood flow issue. Gonna need a minute." he explained without explaining with a sheepish expression on his face…it hit her like a speeding bus.

"Ope." she looked to his lap without thinking, and immediately averted to the water again, as she sat beside him, hands clasped over the seat of the bench. His hand found hers, and covered it, asking to hold it, and getting its way.

"I had…the best time tonight, Shane." he told her, staring at the opposite bank where the maple, oak, and sycamore trees swayed to the tune of the gentle night's breeze.

"So did I, Sy."

"You free tomorrow?" he asked, hopefully.

"You tell me!" she replied…hopefully.

Up Next: Chapter Seven: Non-Productive Time

[itsmattsunshinehere]

Hi!! I'm kind of in love with your writing and I was wondering if I could ask for a scenario with Oikawa or Iwaizumi where their s/o (preferably female if that's okay) is like super clumsy. And like everyone's like shes lucky to have him. And then like a really graceful like looks like a ballerina even when she trips girl starts hitting on him. This happened to me and I was wondering if it could end with them like completely shutting her down and being like. "I already got an angel~~" Thank you❤

Ahhhh I’m sorry if is taking me so long to write your requests!! But thank you sweetie, you’re so kind! Thanks for your request, here’s yours! I hope you like it 😘💘

-L

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Taken.

Iwaizumi Hajime x reader.

synopsis: there’s always pro and cons for everything, even being in a relationship with Iwaizumi Hajime. The pros? You’re dating Iwa. The cons? You’re not the only one thinking he’s perfect boyfriend material.

word count: 1.6 K

tags: fluff

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"How is it possible that every step you take you stumble? Y/N-chan, are you sure you’re my sister?" Tooru asks you chuckling, and you show him your middle finger.

“Mean, Y/N-chan!”

"Oi Shittykawa, treat her better."

"But she's the one who started!" Liar.

What can you do if you're clumsy? You’ve never pretended to be even vaguely like Mr Perfection Oikawa Tooru, your brother. Unfortunately for you, almost no one ever remembers how completely different you and your brother are: you don't have the same grace that Tooru has in doing anything, you're not able to do everything and you don't get so spontaneous to start a conversation. It doesn't come naturally to you to expose yourself as much as he does, just as it doesn’t come naturally for you to trust anyone, whoever it is, so much so that you give a nickname to the stranger as soon as you meet him.

Even your parents tend to forget about it, trying to convince you to join some sports club: you remember well how, in the last year of middle school and throughout your first year in high school, both your parents and your brother had tried to convince you to join your brother’s club as the manager, but each time you gave him a clear no, sure that you didn’t want to deal with your brother for another two years 24/7. Sport is not something for you, you are a girl who tends to be quiet and you always have your head in the clouds. You're not your brother.

Although people around you seem to forget it, there's one person you know will never let you down. Hajime, unlike the others, knows that there aren’t more different people in the world than you and Tooru: since you were children, he’s always noticed the huge difference between you two; although you seem similar, you are the complete opposites. But he also knows how much it bothers you, how tiring it is for you to be sister of some kind of prodigy and for that he has always paid attention to how you felt, helping you whenever someone compared you to a person you are not and that you will never be. You’ve always liked yourself with your imperfections, then why can't people accept you as you accept yourself? Every time, Hajime was there, ready to help you. You started to realize that as long as he was with you, you didn't care about other people's opinion.

You bend over to pick your books while your boyfriend helps you and passes you some sheets that have fallen next to him, smiling and stretching out a hand to help you get up. You smile at him by thanking him as you bring back in your class the books you had in your arms, resting the phone on your desk and pulling out the lunchbox. Once you've taken everything you need, you get out of your class and join the two boys, taking Hajime's hand as you start walking to the schoolyard to eat your lunch together.

Since they were young, Hajime and your brother had always been inseparable, and that meant that you were also involved in their small group, both of them fearful that with that behavior of you, you wouldn’t make any friends. It was actually true: you didn't have too many, better few but good, right? Your world was full of people you really cared about, and that's what mattered most to you, especially if your little world also included Hajime and your brother.

"Then Y/N, how has been your morning?" the ace asks you, and you sigh exhausted, sitting on the bench next to him, not too convinced of how it went the math test you’ve just done.

"I think I hate math." Hajime giggles at your answer and you softly punch him on his arm, pretending to be offended, but immediately the boy carries an arm around your shoulders and gives you a kiss on your cheek.

"That’s the only thing you have in common with your brother. If you want, I can help you, you only have to ask. Why don't you stop at my house this afternoon?" he suggests with a smile, and you immediately look up at him with a smile, happy to spend more time with your boyfriend.

Being in his third year and having volleyball practices quite every afternoon, you noticed that unfortunately he is no longer as free as he was before and that he has now more and more things to do. But it’s not that much of a big deal for you; you know it's for his future and you're not going to bother him with some stupid girlfriend’s claim; from next year, with a bit of luck, he’ll go study in Tokyo and you'll have to accept a long-distance relationship and be prepared for it, before you can join him in the big city as well. Rather than a problem, you see the whole situation as an exercise in practicing and getting used to not being always together anymore.

"Hey, don't act like as I’m not here! I'm coming too!" Your brother complains and you take a look at him.

"Not gonna happen."

"What? Why?"

"Because Hajime is my boyfriend." You answer him seriously and he snorts as usual.

"So? He's my best friend."

"You’re not really best friends if it’s only you who thinks so." Tooru looks more offended than before as Hajime bursts out laughing and you watch him caught up by the sound of his voice: you love hearing him speak, but you love hearing him laugh even more. Every time you look at him you get dazzled by how beautiful he is: you feel so lucky that of all the girls in your school, he chose you. You feel so special.

You look in your pockets for your phone to take a picture of him, wanting to save the moment in your gallery: you know how much you will miss him, for that reason you try to create as many memories as possible. But unfortunately, the more you check the more you realize your pockets are empty and that there's nothing but a handkerchief and a pencil inside them. You snort annoyed at how distracted you are and you apologize to the two for going back to class and pick up your phone. You try to walk as fast as possible, not wanting to waste your lunch break time nor leave him alone: you have the feeling that in your absence, girls get bolder, flirting with your boyfriend even if they know he’s taken. You try not to pay attention to your thoughts, sure that when you’re back you’ll find only girls around your brother, as usual.

But you were wrong: after going down the stairs running with your phone in your hand, as soon as you take a step outside the building, you see them surrounded by four girls, probably from first year.

"Iwaizumi senpai, are you busy after school?" One of the four girls, that blonde one, comes forward, getting a little too close to Hajime, while Tooru, who has noticed you, looks at you worried, as if you could bite her. What a fool, you'd never do that. Don’t you?

"I'm sorry I have practice." you see Hajime replaying awkwardly as your brother tries to draw attention to himself, knowing how jealous you are and not wanting you to start any fights.

But the girls don’t give him a look and on the contrary, the blonde one takes even more confidence, sitting exactly in your place.

"And after practice? Do you have anything planned on your agenda?"

"I'm sorry, I already have a girlfriend."

"Are you sure?" She asks with puppy eyes and Hajime nods awkwardly, while she rests a hand on his arm. Immediately you feel anger rise inside you, but you try not to pay too much attention, after all you’re still at the beginning of the school year, maybe they don't even know you're dating, maybe-

"Well I don't see anyone here, are you sure you don't need a new one?" you pull up your sleeves, because there’s no way a kohai of yours dares to say some things to your boyfriend, but Hajime bursts out laughing and moves her hand away while she looks at him confused but almost hopeful.

"I'm sure I don’t. Oh Y/N, you're finally here! Where were you? I thought you got lost inside school." The wing spiker focus his attention on you, smiling happily, as you reach him waving your phone in your hand and the younger girls turn to you and move to let you pass.

"Sorry, can you please move? That's my place." You say seriously to the blondie who’s sitting next to Hajime and she, not even a little scared, gives you a fake smile.

"I don't think your name is written anywhere." She looks at you with an innocent smile. You'd like to take her by her arm and throw her across the school, but you decide to be smarter: you roll your shoulder and sit instead on Hajime's legs and without giving him time to say anything, you kiss him in front of the girl, only separating once you've seen the gruop leave.

"You know, you should get jealous more often." Your boyfriend tells you with an amused grin on his face and you put your harms around him, smiling with nonchalance.

"I think I could puke." You turn to your brother just as he's pretending to retch and you rolls your eyes. Too bad you have nothing to throw at him.

"Tooru you're so childish..."

"You’re the one to talk!" You hear Hajime bursting out laughing and you can't help but join him, hugging him and enjoying the sweet sound of his laugh.

[talesfromlissom]

Glory Of The Moon [Part II]

Summary: As the recall has been issued, new recruits start to flood into overwatch due to recommendations, from old and new allies. However, the newest recruit seems to have an interest in Hanzo, much to Jesse’s dislike. 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

“I…(Y/N)...”

“Jess’?”

Silence.

“I..I’m sorry.” (Y/N) began. “I...I’ve been an asshole, I...It’s alright if you don’t forgive me for a while.”

“No no, darlin’, I’d never do that to you,.” Jesse began. “and...I should probably try to get along with Dallas, even if I don’t like ‘em one bit.”

(Y/N) shook their head, cracking a small smile.

“Wanna hug?”

“...yeah.”

“Alright, c’mere you big baby.”

“Hold up now-”

Jesse had said before practically falling into (Y/N)’s embrace.

They planted a kiss on his forehead after brushing his bangs back.

“You...think we should go get Hanzo?”

“Mh, yeah.” 

As (Y/N) and Jesse broke apart, (Y/N) came to the door.

“Where do you think he could be?” They asked.

“Ima guess he’s in that little ‘ol garden that Genji and Zenyatta built, he won’t ever admit it, but I think it's his favorite place to meditate.” 

“Heh, I don’t see why not.” (Y/N) began as the door slid open. “That place is beautiful.”

                                       ──•~❉+❉~•──

As the two entered the zen garden, Jesse gaped.

“Wow, Genji and Zenyatta sure pay attention to details…” Jesse muttered.

However, a hand was placed on his chest.

(Y/N)’s hand.

“Why do I smell eastern wolves?” (Y/N) asked.

Jesse’s eyes widened as he stepped past them.

“Actually, yeah..but...Dallas isn’t a eastern, he’s a west-”

Jesse paused, seeing the water bottle on the floor.

He sniffed at it, and reared his head back.

“Why in god's name is there knock-out drugs in this thing? Ain’t this water?” Jesse then gasped as he turned the bottle.

“Shit! These are Dallas’ goddamn initials!” 

“What! Jesse don’t start this again-”

“No, look! D.F.S. Dallas whatever his middle name is Starmonger! See? I told you!”

(Y/N) snatched the bottle from Jesse’s hand and examined it.

“Crap, this is Dallas’ bottle!” (Y/N) cried.

“See? I told you!” 

“Shut up, Jesse, Hanzo could be seriously hurt!”

“Sorry but-how are we gonna find him, we’re gonna change any minute now!” A pause. “God, I’m already startin’ to ache!”

“Listen to me, Jesse,” (Y/N) said, placing their hands on his shoulder. “We have to find Hanzo, werewolf form or not. I can hold off my form long enough to save him, but only if you can transform, cooperate and track him down. I’ll follow you. Alright?” 

“A-alright.”

“I’ll grab your serape so in case you find Hanzo first he doesn’t freak out, alright? I’ll be right back.”

(Y/N) practically darted out of the room and locked the doors to the Zen garden, only to bump into Bridgette along the way.

“(Y/N)? Why-”

“Bridgette warn Winston! Dallas has taken Hanzo captive and I think he plans to hurt him, please tell him that Mcree and I are the only people that can be close to Dallas, but to arrange a backup team in case me and Mcree attack anyone, got it?”

“You got it! Should I tell Dr.Ziegler as well!”

“Yes! Now, go, go!” 

                                                ──•~❉+❉~•──

His vision was less blurry as he came to consciousness again. 

He blinked rapidly, and finally came to full vision.

That’s when he gasped.

He was not in the garden, he was sure he wasn’t even in Gibraltar.

“Heya boss, he’s wakin’ up.”

Hanzo shook his head.

He attempted to stand, only to find that his hands had been chained to a pole driven into the ground.

He could easily break out of these, he called upon his-

“Looking for these?” 

Hanzo looked upwards, only to spy his dragons in two square cages.

Kenji, always the more energetic and determined of the bunch, was bashing her head against the walls.

Tomo, less energetic, but still ever loyal, was biting at the cages bars.

“How did you-”

“They came out of your tattoo of course,” Dallas chuckled, as he came into full view. “While I was putting those chains on you, they tried to protect you, but since you did not call upon them, they were weak, so we easily put them in these...dragon proof cages.” 

Hanzo narrowed his gaze.

“What do you want with me?”

“Well for starters, I want you in general.”

Hanzo scoffed.

“Why?”

“You're smart, think Hanzo, what has your precious (Y/N) told you about Alpha werewolves?”

Hanzo narrowed his gaze even further.

“They wish to expand their packs, and they are the only ones capable of passing on the lycin curse.”

“Very good, so you do listen to (Y/N),” Dallas then pouted. “But you didn’t listen to poor Jesse, oh no.” 

There was a deep chuckle that came from Dallas, as well as more chuckling from his other pack members.

Hanzo took this chance to look around the room.

Around him stood all sorts of people.

People with scars, people in wheelchairs, some children as young as ten years old.

Men, women, people young and old.

“You see, my pack is more on the diverse side,” Dallas preached. “I don’t just bite anyone.” 

Hanzo watched as Dallas made his ways down the steps.

“I find people with powerful minds, not just brute force,” He began, as he made his way towards him, the other pack members stepped out of the way. “People that have been hurt, cast out, told they were nothing. Well,I made them something.” 

Dallas grinned. 

“That’s why I knew that I had to make you a member of my pack. But those other pathetic excuses for werewolves were almost always around you.” 

“You dare too-”

“Ah ah ah,” Dallas began, putting his hand over Hanzo’s mouth. “Let me finish, fledgling.”

Hanzo resisted the urge to spit in Dallas’ face. 

“So I found things out, I knew automatically (Y/N) was an alpha, and if they caught even a wind of me wanting to hurt you, then I’d be dead meat.” A pause. “So I turned to the beta instead. I knew that if I made your cute little Jesse dislike me, it would travel back to (Y/N), and they would fight.” 

He removed his hand from Hanzo’s mouth.

“I played all my cards right, and soon you were right where I wanted you,” Dallas chuckled. “I was surprised that you even believed half of the shit I said, and took a drink from me.”

Hanzo growled.

“You won’t gain anything from this.” Hanzo snapped. “Absolutely nothing.” 

“I have lots to gain from this, Hanzo.” Dallas replied. “Lots. I mean, a Shimada under my command. The infamous Doom fist would cower before me.”

“(Y/N) and Jesse will come for me, and put an end to your sickening games.” Hanzo said, struggling against his bonds. 

“Oh please, will they?” Dallas stated. “By the time they figure out where you are, they’ll already have turned.” Dallas then chuckled, sending a chill down Hanzo’s back. “And if I play my cards right, you will be as well.” 

“You think that I’d ever join you? Pathetic.” 

Dallas rolled his eyes.

“Oh Hanzo,” Dallas jeered, grasping Hanzo’s chin and pulling him close. “I never said I was giving you a choice.” 

                                                 ──•~❉+❉~•──

“Can someone tell me why it sounds like there’s a dog panting into your communicator?” Angela’s voice asked.

(Y/N) scoffed.

“Don’t call Jess’ a dog, that’s rude.” 

(Y/N) managed to say before they turned back to the (panting) and now transformed Jesse.

The thing about Jesse was that, unlike (Y/N), who turned into a Crinos werewolf type, like most alphas, Jesse was a hispo type. 

The problem was, the stronger the werewolf type, the less human you were.

Making (Y/N) the worst possible person to go on this rescue mission.

But (Y/N) was the only person powerful enough to take down Dallas.

And man, when (Y/N) saw him, they were going to beat the crap out of him. 

The two came to a halt as Jesse sniffed at the ground, and let out a large howl.

In which, (Y/N) grabbed his muzzle.

“Quiet! They’ll hear us!” They hissed as Jesse whined and pulled his head away.

(Y/N) turned, and spotted an old, clearly abandoned factory.

“Angela, I think we found them,” (Y/N) said. “It's at an old factory. Just north of the city.” 

“Alright, I’ll tell Winston to send a drop ship-”

“No. You have to send a small team for backup, make sure they all have silver bullets, or they won’t harm anyone in this pack. And only send them in when I tell you too.”

“But (Y/N)-”

“Please Angela, Hanzo’s...normal...life is at stake here.” 

Silence.

“Alright...I trust you.”

“Thank you, Agent (Y/N) signing off. 

With that, (Y/N) turned off their communicator.

“You think you can get close enough without anyone noticing?”

“Maybe.” Jesse replied, his voice coming out distorted.

Jesse didn’t speak much while in his werewolf form, mainly because of how his vocal cords were for wolves, not for humans. 

(Y/N) watched as Jesse crept down the hill and onto the broken road and towards the factory.

(Y/N) went to the ground, looking through the broken windows.

Strangely enough, there were no guards, and yet, there was plenty of cars. 

They must’ve used the cars to mask their scents. 

(Y/N) scoffed.

This Dallas guy was a foolish alpha, probably new to it, (Y/N) figured as they slid down the hill.

Crouched low to the ground, (Y/N) met up with Jesse and nodded at them, the sign of it being all clear.

Slowly the two came to the back door and pushed it open, with a creak.

(Y/N) tensed.

“Hopefully, nobody heard that.” They muttered to Jesse as the two walked down the hall.

Eventually, they both came to the actual factory section of the place.

It seemed that this factory hadn’t been used for years.

The perfect hideout, (Y/N) would’ve said, if they hadn’t spotted two guards at a door near the end of the hall.

However, the two guards then paused, and walked off.

The two steadily crept towards the door, and slowly pushed it open.

(Y/N)’s mouth dropped.

“I’ve...I’ve never seen so many werewolves before.” They muttered as Jesse let out a whine.

“Don’t worry, I can take them.” (Y/N) responded as they and Jesse crept behind a stack of barrels. 

(Y/N) slowly peaked their head above the barrels.

“There he is.” (Y/N) muttered, as they saw Hanzo in the middle of the mix. “But how are we gonna get to him?”

“The full moon won’t be covered by the clouds much longer.” Dallas began, peaking (Y/N)’s interest. “And soon, you’ll be one of us.”

(Y/N) almost growled and leap directly into the fray, but they kept their composure, for now.

“He wants to turn Hanzo.” Jesse muttered.

“Yeah, that’s why we need to get him out of there, fast.”

(Y/N) rolled over to the other set of crates, closer to-wait a second.

(Y/N) looked up, hearing a chirping noise.

They  had to cover your mouth to keep from gasping. 

(Y/N) spotted Kenji and Tomo in cages, hung on the ceiling. 

“Jesse, how did he-”

“However, we don’t want to interrupt the main event, do we?” 

Dallas grinned before snapping his fingers.

With that, the werewolves in the room scattered, filling out the room.

Soon, silence.

“I can smell you (Y/N), and Jesse’s scent is even stronger when he’s in his werewolf form.” 

(Y/N) scoffed before coming out behind the barrels.

“Let him go Dallas, and I won’t hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” Dallas smiled, putting his hand in his pocket. “You wouldn’t dare.”

(Y/N) widened their stance, and balled their hands into fists.

“Try me.” 

“Oh, well, I guess I’ll have to use this little guy.” With that, Dallas pulled the purple flower from his pocket holding it into the air.

With that, (Y/N) could see the sweat forming on Dallas’ face.

“S-see? Now we’re both in trouble.” Dallas mustered out stepping towards them.

(Y/N) only had caught a small whiff of that flower before sweat formed on your brow as well.

“Where-where did you...get...wolfs bane…?” (Y/N) panted, falling to their knees.

They  watched as Dallas managed to laugh at them, before falling onto his hands and knees as well.

“I’ve..got...friends…” 

Jesse looked up into the sky, and there it was, the full moon shining directly into the room.

“J-Jesse...get...get Hanzo out of here…” (Y/N) said, starting to breathe heavily. “Please…”

“But-”

“Now-!” (Y/N) growled, and yet their voice was so much deeper. 

Jesse ran over to Hanzo, pulling at the chains with his teeth and claws. 

“Jesse? Is that you?” Hanzo asked.

Jesse paused for a moment, then simply nodded his head. 

“Jesse, where are the others? Are they safe?” 

Another pause.

“Yes.” Jesse said, as the chains fell to the floor. 

“Hurry.” Jesse stated, as he pushed Hanzo out of the room.

However, two howls filled the room and the two men froze on the spot.

They recognized one, sure, but the other? 

Soon, multiple howls filled the air, too many for comfort.

“Go! They have a backup team waiting for us!” Jesse mustered out as the two rushed out the door. 

However, the two were met by wolves of all shapes and sizes in their way. 

“Right!” 

Jesse and Hanzo sprinted down the hall to the right, the large group of werewolves on their tail.

                                          ──•~❉+❉~•──

(Y/N) looked at them self in the small puddle on the floor.

(Y/N) hadn’t seen their reflection in a while.

They were still a large 7ft, Crinos werewolf.

Their fur was still the same color as their hair.

The necklaces Jesse and Hanzo gave them was still around their neck.

(Y/N)’s eyes were now a beady purple.

A growl filled their ears, as they turned to Dallas.

He was just like you, bright purple eyes, 7ft, except brown fur.

However, Dallas’ claws were much larger than yours.

But that made up for (Y/N)’s strength and strong bite.

Before (Y/N) even had time to think, Dallas tackled them to the ground, and (Y/N) knew that if Dallas managed to defeat them, not only would he turn Hanzo into a werewolf.

But he’d become the alpha of (Y/N)’s pack as well, which meant he’d keep Jesse and Hanzo away from you.

So, with that thought in mind, (Y/N) brought forth all their power to defeat this traitor.

                                               ──•~❉+❉~•──

“How long will it take for these things to catch up to us, Jesse?” 

A grunt was heard from Jesse, who ran alongside Hanzo. 

“Oh right, you’re a wolf, you can’t talk-”

“I can talk!” Jesse replied. “And for the record-”

“Door-!”

Jesse slammed face first into the door, letting out a yelp.

Hanzo grabbed Jesse by the serape and pulled him through the doorway. 

“How long are these hallways!” Jesse cried, still rubbing at his nose.

“In here! Quickly!” 

With that, the two dove into the small storage room and behind the boxes.

There was silence at first, however, the scratching of claws on the floor filled their ears, as well as the soon clicking of said claws on the tile floor. 

“Jesse,” Hanzo hissed. “What do we do?”

Jesse shook his head.

“Jesse?”

Again, more shaking and growling from Jesse.

“Jesse-”

That’s when Jesse began to howl. 

Soon, bone cracking and more howling and growling was filling Hanzo’s ears.

He heard the werewolves beginning to gather at the door, based on the amount of claws tapping on the tiles.

“Jesse, Jesse stop-! Jesse your drawing, attention too-! Jess-!”

That’s when the howling turned more humane sounding, and as Hanzo watched as the great beast before him shrunk down to a shivering, sweaty, and naked man. 

Gasps and sputters came from Jesse as Hanzo slowly reached a hand out.

“Is it...morning already?” Hanzo asked.

Jesse coughed.

“Ngh...no…” Jesse began. “If...If you call out a were...werewolves name...they...turn back into a...human.” 

Hanzo’s eyes widened.

“A...naked human I presume?”

“Yes, a butt-naked human.” Jesse paused. “God, I...I can’t transform...fuck...we’re screwed. We are so screwed.” 

He said, as the werewolves carefully approached the boxes the two men were hiding behind.

[fuwafuwamedb]

The Rayshift Thefts Pt 4 (Rin, Cu Chulainn)

Thus far: 1, 2, 3

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She hadn’t known what to make of the room she was in.

To be fair though, she hadn’t really had many options when Cu Chulainn had appeared out of nowhere and plucked her from her home. The servant had yanked her to this place and had tended to her wounds. She had to have a reason for being here, but the thought that someone had cared for her enough to rush to her rescue as she lay dying had been a fantasy that she hadn’t dared contemplate.

With each time she opened her eyes to a new day, she had expected to find herself in a situation. She kept waiting for that other shoe to drop and the servant’s master to appear before her. It was the reason that Cu Chulainn was hiding her here, wasn’t it?

How long could they live in this limbo?

She didn’t know what to think of him.

Cu Chulainn tended to her each and every day. He carried her straight over to the sitting area in his room and pulled her book after book on runecraft and gem magecraft. The books were new to her, she didn’t mind spending the morning reading while he went to work. She tried a few things out as well, careful about her mana output with the condition she was in.

Her wounds were closing. Her energy was growing.

With each passing day, Rin found herself feeling more recovered than before. Her hands buried into the servant’s blue hair, brushing it back from his face and braiding it carefully behind him.

“Think you can handle a bath?”

Rin looked up at him, biting her lip. “I’m not sure. Reaching for things-“

“Nah, I’ll join ya.”

“You’ll… You’ll what?’

The man grinned, leaning in.

“No.”

“I sleep next to you every night. I don’t think a bath will do any harm.”

“I sleep with clothes on.”

“There’s nothing under those clothes that’ll surprise me. Come on, you’ll like cleaning up. I’ve had you cooped up too long in here.”

His hand was held out.

It wasn’t like she had a lot of options. Either he would be carrying her to her doom or carrying her to a bath. Cleaning up wouldn’t be bad, considering that her hair felt greasy and her body wasn’t in much better shape from having bandages regularly changed.

Rin placed her hand slowly into the man’s hand, placing her trust into the servant again.

He had talked about saving her before.

Either he had a great imagination for saving people or he had actually managed to save her life in some alternate place and time. In his mind, it seemed he was some kind of great hero.

Hero…

It made her think of that fool. To think, she had imagined getting close to Shirou when she had been alive. For some reason, she had actually dared to think about her sister’s love in such an awful manner. Despite his talk about some kind of hero after the war, she had actually started to think of him like that. She had believed him to be something like that for Sakura…

But it was hard to think about him doing anything like this.

Shirou was an infant compared to packed steel of Cu Chulainn’s grip. His face was a baby’s cherub cheeks compared to the carefully sculpted jawline on Cu Chulainn. The smiles that Shirou had held had been dorky, sheepish and innocent. There wasn’t anything in that head of his, just air and the faint whistling of wind.

“Alright,” Cu Chulainn grinned, pushing a door open and entering the large baths. “I went and drew this bath before comin’ to get ya so it should be cool enough now for bathing in.”

The man set her down on the water’s edge, standing up and reaching under his arms. The soft clicking of clasps could be heard. His shoulderplates came off first. His arms reached down, pulling the top of his blue armor off.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Rin covered her eyes, turning away.

Hadn’t he said this was her bath?! What was he-

Something else fell to the floor.

She wasn’t going to do this. It was a large bath, sure, but she wasn’t going to be taking such a bath with someone else around. Especially not him; her sanity didn’t need the memory of this-

A pair of arms were wrapping around her body.

As she tensed, she could feel the buttons at the front of the large shirt she had on being undone. The sound of water could be heard, with someone entering.

“Cu-“

Rin gasped, feeling her body yanked under. Clothes and all, she smacked at Cu only to find him pulling her deeper and deeper into the baths.

“DAMN IT, CU!”

The man laughed, pressing his forehead to hers. His arms released her waist, pulling lightly at her shirt and throwing the soaked thing to the side of the baths.

“You’re the worst.”

“That’s nonsense and you know it.” The man simply glowed, those eyes glinting as he moved closer to her, his head the only thing above water. “Feels damn good, doesn’t it?”

“I prefer to take my baths alone.”

She preferred them without her underwear on as well. She was already in this too deep. He seemed like he was just looking at her from the chin up.

Well, more than anything, she just didn’t want to be wearing her panties in the water. It was awkward. She reached under, carefully and slowly pulling the scrap of fabric off and attempting to throw them out.

Attempting, because she didn’t make it.

Cu laughed, following after the scrap of black fabric.

“It’s not that funny,” she growled.

“It’s cute,” he threw her direction, throwing the panties to where her shirt had been. “And nah, it ain’t the funniest, but you’re injured. You’re not gonna be throwin’ things far right now. Give yourself a couple weeks and I’m sure you’ll be pounding me into the following weeks if I try this.”

She would. Rin nodded to him at that thought.

Moving carefully to one of the sides, she found a nice nesting place for the time being. The bath was large and it was warm. The steam rising up was a good distraction from her company, but even more, she liked the new space. It was good to leave Cu Chulainn’s room for once.

The man moved in the waters, coming closer. She could hear him splash a bit to her left, but she could see he was finding a nice resting place near her.

She’d been thinking about Shirou before, but now it was only that much more obvious the differences between the boy and this servant.

Cu’s hair was falling around his face, loose and unbound around his shoulders. His face was sharper, angled with sculptor’s careful attention. The muscles of his arms had her jealous, the blue hairs on his chest were drawing her attention to the waterline.

The water was covered in suds and was opaque enough that she couldn’t see below, but…

He was a strong servant. In appearance and most likely in general. His master had multiple servants, but she used him often. She knew enough about him to know that his talents were second to none. Guts talent that allowed him to escape death, dodge that allowed blows to miss him, a heal set of runes that he would pull from time to time to cure ailments and recover his strength; that was who she had needed to summon.

To think, she’d wanted saber.

“You know, it’s a bit hypocritical to get after me for lookin’ at ya and then doing the same thing to me.” Those red eyes glanced over to her, smirk playing on his lips before she sunk deeper into the waters.

“…You’re here with me.”

“Yeah, I’m certainly that.”

There was no missing the smile that was on his lips, adding a note to his voice. She could feel his hand pat at her head a little, his arm pulling her carefully to his side.

“Feels damn good, don’t it?”

She didn’t dare say anything, her hands far too close to his chest now. She was too close to him. It wasn’t good for her to be near him like this. In bed was one thing, she could pull a pillow or the blankets closer and take in his warmth, but here she couldn’t do that. Here, in the baths, it was only water between them, but not enough for her peace of mind. The bubbles and the gurgling waters were doing little to help.

It wasn’t good in general to be around one person all the time. That was another problem with this whole thing. Spending all this time with Cu Chulainn, wasting the days away with books and stories and warmth- it had her thinking about whether or not she had actually lived through the wounds around her waist to begin with. Had Sakura killed her successfully?

“You alright?”

The man was moving, shifting to meet her hands beneath the water. He tilted her head up to look at him.

“The wounds hurting?”

“No… no, they’re fine.”

“If they’re bleedin’, then we can pull you out and rewrap them. I figured I’d let you soak out some of the stiffness. I was asking my caster self about it earlier during a good training time and he seemed to think it’d be a good idea, but if your wounds are still weak-“

“I’m fine, Cu. I’m fine.” Rin shook her head… then paused. “…Your caster self?”

“Yeah, there’s four of me here. Five if you include the little mini shithead of a beast.”

“How is there four?”

“Eh,” the man shrugged. “Servants can be from a series of classes and a lot of times converge here. I’ve got a Caster, a Berserker, the little one I mentioned before, then there’s my younger self. The earlier three should be fine, but if Proto gets near ya, you tell him to go away.”

“Why?”

“He’s a terrible flirt.”

She couldn’t help but to snort at that.

“He is. You should see him. It’s ridiculous.” The man leaned back, shaking his head. “Caster’s pale. Handles runes and shit a lot. Proto’s got a problem with doin’ his hair. You’ll note half his damn hair hangs over his forehead.”

“Like yours?”

“Mine ain’t that bad.”

Rin nodded, trying to remain stoic.

“Then you’ve got Berserker. He’s… well, he doesn’t have quite the personality you love in yours truly, but he’s alright. Does the job, you know? Sometimes it ain’t about how the problem gets resolved, so long as it does.”

“What’s he look like?”

“Runes over the body. Dark hood, skin burned slightly from the runecraft and grail shit he had to go through. You’ll know him if you ever see him. He doesn’t trust easily so I’d keep my distance if I were you.”

“I don’t trust easily either.”

“You seem to trust me.”

She didn’t trust easily, but he had been different. She didn’t know how to even begin to express her reasoning. The man leaned in, brushing a bit of her hair behind her ear. Looking into those red eyes, it was getting harder and harder to guard herself from trouble.

He always explained. He was always upfront about what was going on and about his rationale for things.

Never was there a moment of ulterior motives. The longer she was here with him, lingering in this limbo of a place, the more she found herself unable to push the man away. The drinks last night had been a moment where she’d been sure something would happen, but he’d carried her to bed, as he’d done every night.

Cu Chulainn didn’t think that far ahead. He was so grounded in the present.

“Cu,” Rin closed her eyes, shaking her head. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here.”

“Heal.”

“After that,” she argued. “I can’t hide in your room forever. As nice as it is, I’ll keep growing older and older. If you end up getting injured in one of your battles and can’t make it back, how would I even know?”

“Hold on-“

“And if one of your other selves came in, they wouldn’t know me, would they?”

Now that she was thinking about it, one of them would have come around if they knew about her, wouldn’t they? Cu was close enough to her. She would have learned about the others by them coming into the room and staying with her when Lancer was away. She would have already known about the flirt or the rune-ridden Cu Chulainn if they knew her.

“This is dangerous for you,” Rin pointed out. “You told me that your master doesn’t know that I’m here. If that’s the case, then if she found out that I was here and commanded you to kill me, then-“

His lips found hers.

Stealing away the words from her lips, Rin found him pulling her closer, pulling her onto his lap. Her body felt warm, her head spinning as she tried to fight the molten feeling roaring to life within her and think about the situation at hand. There were too many dangers. She didn’t want to see him die. She didn’t want to die by his hand even more.

The sobering thought was doing little with the man holding her against himself and tilting his head. She couldn’t help the sound that escaped her lips, her hands balling to fists as she pressed them to his chest.

“Cu,” she breathed, pulling back for air. “Cu, this is serious.”

“There’s another servant here,” he murmured. “We have an agreement. If he reveals you’re here or allows anyone to find out, then I tell about his woman that he’s got here.”

“That doesn’t solve anything. That just makes the stakes higher. If his woman is found-“

“I’ll talk to my master.”

Rin pulled back a little more, wincing at her wounds.

“You need those wounds look at by the doctors here,” Cu pointed out. “You’re healing, but it can’t hurt to be looked at. Gudako’s a strange master, but she won’t turn away a friend when one comes along. Especially if I introduce ya.”

It was too risky.

Despite being one of the smarter options, it was a risk she wasn’t sure about.

“I’ve wanted to be your servant ever since I saw you on the roof of your school, lookin’ into the spells that Caster had placed on the top of the building.” His hands were stroking at her face. “There’s nothin’ I want to do more than to tell Gudako to let me be yours.”

She had to look away from him. She had to try to get a moment of air, but his hands were brushing at her hair, turning her attention back to him.

The steam was messing with her senses.

It was the heat in the room that was drawing her to him. It was the warmth and the comfortable atmosphere that was making her fall under these languid kisses. That was the only reason she could think for why her usual control and her strength to push him away was gone. It was the only reason she could think for why she was losing herself in gentle caresses and soft murmurs that seemed to be hidden away in their bath together.

Somehow, in some strange way of theirs, she found that she was washed up and her body pampered in that bath area. A new set of bandages was around her waist, her body wrapped in a large towel as he carried her back to his room.

She was in another of his shirts, curled up amongst the furs of his bed.

The conversations were gone, but the distance between them was much the same.

Whatever she’d felt before this place, before she had run into this guy, it was nothing. She’d only had a whisper of whatever this warmth was that was filling her under his long and deep kisses. He didn’t try to do anything more, thank god for that.

She could barely think with his lips pressing to her neck and her face. The feel of his lips against her own had her toes curling.

She’d summoned the wrong servant for her war.

Cu Chulainn was the only person in the entire universe right now that she could trust to care for her.

Everyone else had forgotten her. Everyone but him.

[cherieofthedragons]

My Own Personal Hero

Fandom: Obey Me!: Shall We Date?

Pairing: Mammon/ female MC

It ain't like Mammon would ever worry about a human... but why hasn't MC come home from school? She couldn't be in danger...

...could she?

*Takes place somewhere around Lessons 17-18. Thanks to the amazing @zecaeruwu for the prompt.

**********

School had ended forty-five minutes ago, and Rose still wasn’t home. Why wasn’t she home? Mammon paced the living room, scowling. Didn’t she know he was waiting for her?

Well, okay, so he hadn’t actually told her he wanted to see her. Still. She ought to know, right? He always wanted to talk to her after school. Sure, his brothers liked to steal her away before the two of them could really get started, but what did that matter? If the Great Mammon was waiting for her, she ought to be here!

She ain’t psychic, said a voice in his head. Ya can’t expect her to know everythin’ you’re thinkin’.

Yes. Yes, he knew.

And if she did know you were waitin’, it wouldn’t matter. She ain’t gonna rush back just for you.

His hands clenched into fists.

A glance at the clock told him it was now an hour since school let out. That was a lot, wasn’t it? She never stayed that late. It wasn’t safe for a human to be alone in a building full of demons, not without one of his brothers there to protect her. Did she have somebody with her? Was she okay?

Dammit, what if she wasn’t?

Before he could think, he was flying out the door, headed back to RAD as fast as his feet could take him.

**********

He found her in a classroom, sitting at a desk with a guy on either side of her. Lower demons, both of them. They didn’t seem like they were gonna gobble her up or anything, but he didn’t like the way they were looking at her. As soon as he walked in, Rose raised her eyes to him, relief written all over her face.

The tightness in his chest loosened. It was okay. Nothing had happened to her.

“Mammon.” Snatching up her bag, she stood up, hurrying to his side. Was she… nervous?

No way. This was Rose. She was used to living with the most powerful demons in the Devildom. Chatting with some lower demons wasn’t near enough to bother her.

Unless… well, backbone of steel aside, she was just a human. If she really felt like she was in danger, with no one to back her up… 

Anger flaring in his belly, he clenched his hands into tight fists. “What the hell’s goin’ on here?”

She bit her lip. “I wanted to go home, but these guys—”

They’d stopped her from leaving? Held her here in this room against her will? Fighting to contain his anger, he turned his glare onto the two demons. “What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?”

The guy on the left jumped to his feet. The one on the right looked to be frozen in place.

Mammon took a step forward.

“Hey, hey!” Lefty threw up his hands. “We didn’t mean any harm. We just wanted to talk to her. That’s all, I swear!”

“And did she wanna talk to you?”

The color drained from Lefty’s face, and Righty looked like he was shaking.

Good.

Still, Lefty managed to find words. “She-she’s just a human. We didn’t think—”

The words made him see red. “Just a human?! Just a human?!”

“Mammon!”

His name, cried out in her sweet voice, made him stop short. When he turned his eyes to her face, the worry in her expression brought him back to his senses. He realized he’d transformed into his true form, so lost in his rage that he hadn’t even noticed.

“I want to be alone with you.” She took a step toward him, biting her lip. “Please, can we leave now? I don’t want to think about these guys anymore.”

Her words pierced through the red haze in his mind, and he turned his full attention to her. Did she just say... she wanted to be alone with him? 

As much as he hated to leave these assholes behind, the look on her face said she wanted to be as far away from here as possible. Watching him murder these two vermin wouldn’t calm her down. He’d have to deal with them later. Right now, he needed to take her home. 

“Yeah, ‘course. Let’s get outta here.” 

With a soft smile, she took his hand and led him out of the classroom.

His hand. She was holding his hand.

Suddenly that was all he could think about. The warmth of her touch, the softness of her skin, the soft press of her fingers…

As she led him down the hall, he realized that her gentle grip was growing tighter, and her steps were speeding up. With alarm, he looked at the back of her head as she hurried in front of him. 

“Hey. Rose. You okay?”

“I want to go home,” was all she said.

He didn’t know what got into him, but before he could think, he had his arm around her shoulder, hugging her to his side, matching her pace as they rushed from the building. He barely noticed the stares of the other students they passed. He needed to get her home. Nothing else mattered.

**********

As soon as they stepped inside the House of Lamentation, she collapsed against the wall, sliding slowly to the ground.

“Shit.” This was bad. She almost never showed fear like this. Mammon knelt before her, frantically searching her eyes for any sign of what she was thinking. “What happened? Did those sons of bitches lay a hand on you?”

She shook her head, her unfocused stare locked on the floor. “It’s not that.”

Her body was shaking. Fuck. She was terrified. What was wrong with him? Why hadn’t he realized how scared she was earlier?

Unable to stop himself, he reached for her, tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear. To his shock, she turned her head to nuzzle her cheek against his palm, closing her eyes. 

“Mammon…”

His name was almost a sigh, and at the sound of it, he lost all sense of self-control. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against his chest. “I got ya. You’re safe. I ain’t gonna let nothin’ else happen to you.”

Her own arms immediately embraced his waist, and he reveled in the way she pressed herself against him. For a few minutes, they stayed that way, neither of them speaking. He rubbed her back, waiting until her breathing calmed and her body began to relax.

After a while, she started speaking. “They didn’t do anything. Not really. But I thought they were going to. It was the way they looked at me, like I was some kind of toy — and I couldn’t get away—”

Fury made his mind spin. “I’ll kill ‘em.”

“No, don’t.”

“They gotta pay. And everyone needs to see it. They need to know what the Great Mammon does to people who mess with you. So no one ever dares to try anythin’ like that again.”

“Mammon, you’re holding me too tight.”

Oh. He was, wasn’t he? With a deep breath, he relaxed his grip. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s okay. Just… please don’t think about them. I need you right now.”

Did she mean that? She needed him? Or was it just that she needed someone, and he happened to be the guy that was here?

But he hadn’t been there when it really mattered. A surge of guilt hit him like a semi-truck. He was her first. He was supposed to be the one who took care of her. What the hell had he been doing? Waiting for her to come home instead of being there when she was in danger?

 “It’s my fault.” The mumbled words spilled from his lips.

“What?” Cheek still pressed against his chest, she tilted her chin up, shocked eyes meeting his own.

“I’m supposed to protect you. I told ya I’d be the one to save you, didn’t I?”

“But you didn’t know—”

“Yeah.” He squeezed her a little tighter. “That’s the problem.”

“No, it’s not.” She pulled back, but only enough gaze at his face in a way that made his heart beat fast. “You saved me. You’re always there for me.”

The earnestness on her face overwhelmed him. “Wha…?”

“You’re like my own personal hero. Ever since I got here, you…”

“I am?” Did she really believe that? Pride filled him, and he felt light as a balloon. “I mean, damn right I am. The Great Mammon ain’t gonna let nothin’ stop him, ya know?”

“Yup.” She tilted her head as she smiled, a smile that sent a thrill through him. A smile of absolute trust. “That’s exactly right.”

She seemed to be calm now, but he had to be sure. “You feelin’ okay?”

“Yeah.” To his great dismay, she released his waist, but when she slid her hands down his arms to take his hands in her own, his heart started pounding in a whole new way. “I'm okay because you’re here. Mammon…”

Her voice trailed off. Why? What made her stop talking? 

“Yeah?” He tried not to sound anxious. 

She bit her lip, shook her head slightly, then smiled again. “Thank you.”

Oh. For a second, he’d thought she was gonna say... something else. Still, a thank you from her lips…

“Yeah, well.” Shyness suddenly overtook him, and he felt his cheeks get warm. “I guess it ain’t so bad to do somethin’ for a human like you.”

Her thumb brushed across the back of his hand. By this point, his heart was practically hammering against his ribcage. Her touch, her smile, her scent — it was all too much, and at the same time, he couldn’t get enough.

“Were you worried about me?” Now she was looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Is that why you came?”

“Me?” Embarrassment winning out, he found himself dropping back into old habits. “‘Course not. Why would the Great Mammon worry about a measly human? I was annoyed, that’s all. Ya didn’t come home, and…”

As his voice trailed off, he felt ashamed of his own words. Why could he never manage to tell her how he really felt? Especially at a moment like this, when she needed someone to be there… 

To his surprise, she let out a puff of laughter, then said something under her breath.

“Huh? What?”

“Nothing.” For no reason he could understand, she smiled even brighter, squeezing his hands. 

His heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he’d heard her say, “You’re a terrible liar.”

Did that mean… she understood? She knew what he couldn’t say?

There probably wouldn’t be a better time than this to tell her, right? Fighting down his panic, Mammon gripped her hands tighter.

“Hey. Listen, I—” He took a breath. “I—”

“Maaaaaammon!” came a whiny voice behind him.

He froze.

No. No, no, no. Not now.

“What are you doing to Rose? And right in front of the door!”

Not now, of all the damn times—!

“Go away.” He all but growled the words.

“Poor thing!” As usual, Asmo completely ignored him. “Rose, you don’t have to let this scumbag—”

His voice cut off, and then, in a serious tone that Mammon had almost never heard his brother use, Asmo spoke again. “What happened to you?”

Looking reluctant, she tore her eyes from Mammon’s face to look over his shoulder. “Hi, Asmo.”

“You’ve been crying!” A hand grasped her arm, and before he knew it, Asmo had tugged her out of his embrace and onto her feet. “Rose! What happened? Are you okay?!”

“Hey!” Mammon scrambled to stand up. “What the hell are ya doin’?”

“I’m okay.” Her smile was shaky. “It’s all right now. Thank goodness Mammon was there.”

“That’s right!” Lord, he lived for praise like that. Stepping forward, he gave Asmo the deadliest glare he could manage. “I’m takin’ care of her, so you can just—”

“What’s all this?”

Dammit all to hell!

Drawn by the commotion, the rest of his brothers traipsed into the entryway, stopping when they saw her face.

“Rose!” Lucifer rushed forward, extricating her from Asmo’s hold to peer into her face. “What is it?”

“I’m all right.” She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, which only seemed to alarm them all more. “Mammon took care of it.”

“That’s right!” He found himself raising his voice. “I’m the one who helped her!”

Belphie frowned. “If Mammon took care of it, then it’s not all right at all.”

Why, that bastard—!

She shook her head fervently. “No, it really is—”

“Mammon.” Satan stepped forward calmly, but Mammon knew it was the quiet of a predator ready to pounce. “If Rose won’t tell us, then you will. What happened to her?”

A part of him didn’t want to say a word, but for the sake of her safety, his brothers would have to know. With a reluctant huff, he said, “A couple of lower demons cornered her in a classroom and wouldn’t let her out. Scared her half to death, thinkin’ they were gonna hurt her or somethin’. If I hadn’t got there when I did—” His fists clenched again just thinking about it. “I was gonna beat ‘em to a bloody pulp, but Rose told me to get her outta there.”

Satan’s eyes flashed dangerously, rage emanating from his every pore. Without a word, he strode toward the door.

Rose’s voice cut through the air. “Satan, DON’T KILL ANYONE!”

Her order wasn’t directed at Mammon, but he still felt the force of it. 

For the briefest of moments, Satan’s body jerked, but without breaking his stride, he threw open the door and disappeared into the darkness.

There was a second of silence. Then Levi broke it. “Um… that wasn’t much of an order. This is Satan. There’s a lot he could do without killing.”

Her eyes went wide before filling with dismay. “Oh, no.”

Beel smiled in a way that was most likely meant to be reassuring. “Don’t worry. He doesn’t know who they are. The most he can do is tear apart the school.” His smile faltered. “Probably.”

“That’s not okay, either!”

Mammon scoffed. “It’ll be fine. Ain’t no way Lucifer’s gonna let anything happen to RAD.”

Everyone turned to look at Lucifer. He was staring at her face, the only change in his expression a faint twitch in his cheek.

Rose’s brow creased. “Lucifer! He can’t destroy the school! Think of Lord Diavolo!”

At that, his face twisted into something ugly. He took a deep breath, and then his features returned to normal.

“I suppose I’ll have to go after him.” He gave them all a dangerous look. “Take care of Rose.”

Scowling, Mammon crossed his arms. “You don’t gotta tell us that.”

With one last look at her face and a whirl of his jacket, Lucifer disappeared through the door.

Mammon stepped forward, reaching out to take her arm, but Asmo and Belphie were quicker. Peppering her with questions, they whisked her from the room with Beel and Levi close behind.

He wished she would stop them. If only she would brush them off and come back to his arms…

As the others pulled her along, she looked back over her shoulder, searching until her eyes met his. Was he imagining the look of longing and regret in her gaze?

His brothers ushered her through the doorway, and she was gone.

There was only one thing to do. Mammon trudged after them, pulling up the rear. If he couldn’t be the one to comfort her now, he’d at least make sure she was okay.

And there would be another time to tell her how he felt. 

There had to be.

[mommymooze]

Bob

Bob-Original Character. 

Warning: Crack (yes, I found crack!) vulgar, violent, bad humor, toasty cinnamonrolls Hubert abuse

Part 1

He confidently strides around the grounds of the Monastery like he owns the place. Noone dares to tell him he doesn’t.  He’s always been curious, his quest for knowledge knows no bounds. That Riegan kid? An amateur next to him. The poisons and potions that boy comes up with? He made those before he was 9. Riegan is always bragging about Lysithia. Youngest girl to graduate from the School of Sorcery, she is such a prodigy, bla, bla, bla. He had graduated before his 10th birthday. His graduating thesis rewrote the book on transmogrification.

He doesn’t care for Claude practically sticking his tongue in Professor Byleth’s ear at every turn. Okay, so the doof hasn’t quite done that, but he can see that the guy really ‘breathily’ speaks in her ear, so he may as well be. Bob is not jealous. Byleth doesn’t interest him. Not in that way. He knows she’s the best choice for Professor for the Blue Lions. Golden Deer are too chaotic and disorganized. The Black Eagles are practically run by the Agarthans, unfortunately those idiots can’t see it. Besides, its easier to ‘fit in’ with the people of his ‘land’.  He’s a noble, in the loosest sense of the word.

His fellow Blue Lions will follow Dimitri to hell and back. Little do they know that Dimitri already has one foot in hell. The guy is nuts. The things he talks about in his sleep, well, Bob’s seen people like that before.  They have endured some really heavy shit and trauma. Usually it’s a one-way trip. Dimitri’s hanging on by a thin frayed thread and only Dedue is keeping him grounded. Looks like Professor Byleth is picking up on it. Saving Dedue’s life was the best thing that ever happened to Dimitri.

Now Sylvain, he got a rotten deal handed to him. Don’t blame him for his coping mechanism of getting back at the girls that are after him for his goods and not him. A bit self-destructive, but he does kind of enjoy it, until it goes south. Step in Ingrid, to save him. She’s such a knight in shining armor, rescuing princess Sylvain every time. Felix, he needs a complete emotional enema. He’s been blocked up since his brother died. His father’s been blocked up since his wife died. Felix locked down all of his feelings and emotions only letting out anger and hatred. Any time he has a feeling related to kindness or love, he beats it out of himself by training to death. Ashe, there is a sweet young man. A cinnamon roll through and through. He’s been through tough times and better times. You just can’t let harm come to a freaking ray of sunshine like him. Annette is definitely in the cinnamon rolls covered in sunshine category as well, even though her conception sperm donor is a dick. Daddy Gustav, ugh, Duscur screwed him in the head too. ‘I failed as a knight. I couldn’t protect them.’ So you dump your family, stick your thumb in your ass and watch Dimitri fall apart? Really? Yeah he super sucks as a father type thing. Mercedes is a fun girl. She’s seen some shit, yet she is so motherly to all the Lions. She is not one to give up, even on her loser psycho brother.  

Bob is a model student. He watches the idiotic pranks that Sylvain pulls.  Fart jokes? That is third grade stuff. They have the big mock battle between the classes in a few weeks. Bob catches the redhead getting turned down by Felix when he invites his bff to town to check out some girls. Bob just happens to be near the door when Sylvain exits.

“Hey man, heard you may be heading to town. Need a wingman?” Bob offers.

“Only if you buy the first round.” Sylvain grins.

They head out the front gates to the town on the other side of the woods. Talking about their favorite types of girls, Sylvain is ready to hit up anything in a skirt by the time they hit the closest drinking establishment. Half an ale gone and the redhead has found a couple of prospective tarts ready to take a bite out of.  Bob takes a seat next to a young brunette cleric who shyly smiles as he sits. They chatter amicably, before the evening is over, he knows of her family, history, deity (not Sothis, gasp) how long she has done this, life’s dreams, battle experience, her strongest spells, affinities, favorite foods, shoe size and her birthday. Sylvain returns to the tavern a bit disheveled and a grin from ear to ear.  Bob bids his little friend good night. Once he is finished suffering through the heavily detailed victorious encounter that the handsome cavalier has just experienced, Bob changes direction of the conversation to the redhead himself.

“Dude, why do you act like such a fuckup? Felix hits it right on the nose every time and you just crumble. You are much smarter than you lead everyone to believe. You hold back on your magic. You can handle a lance like nobody’s business. If you practiced some, get your speed up, you’d be deadly. What’s the deal?” Bob doesn’t exactly hold back.

“Look,” Sylvain whines, “I know I’m a fuckup. My father has my life lined up for me. He’ll pick out who I marry, I’m stuck watching over the Gautier territory, making crestbabies to grow up and wield the Lance of Ruin. My brother was fucked over by my father for not having a crest. I had to go out and kill him. My own brother. My whole life is so messed up, why should I even try?”

Bob leans over and whispers into the redhead’s ear. “Man, the winds of change are coming. This whole godessdamned world is going to be flipped upside down. Just when you think it can’t get any worse it does. It’s gonna be a mess. Then one day, there’s going to be a light in that darkness, and the world is tilted again. All the slates are going to be wiped clean and I intend on being there to rewrite it all. I just want you to come along for the ride, dude.”

Sylvain looks at Bob like he’s got two heads. “How much did you have to drink while I was gone? That is some crazy heavy shit. Whatever it was, you gotta buy me some next time.” He laughs as they get back to the monastery gates.

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Bob quickly becomes bored with the highly censored library in the monastery and decides to find where the one is in Abyss. Besides, he hates the skinwalker librarian. The creep likes to hand out anti church of Seiros paraphernalia to anyone that would take one. Bob knew of Abyss long before he had ever arrived. He found out more information about Garreg Mach on the outside than on the inside. Once you go past the front gate, the church folks zip their lips shut. He sneaks around a few tunnels, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone nearby. Noting some footsteps slowly moving closer, he blends in with the walls. Two girls walk past, he’s just about to let them keep going, but he recognizes one of them.

“Hapi?” Bob softly gasps.

“Dipshit! Long time no see, jerk!” Hapi runs over and hugs him.

The taller blonde girl stands, waiting for a proper introduction.

“Oh, Coco, this is my friend, Dipshit. He helped get me out of the terrible place where, you know, those guys were.” Hapi says.

The noble woman offers her hand, “Constance Von Nuvelle.  I am temporarily living here, however I strive to restore House Nuvelle to its finest glory.

Bob takes her hand, kissing the back of it, “I am very honored to make your acquaintance. How fortunate to meet such a beautiful woman as yourself in such an interesting location.”

Constance Nuvelle giggles at his introduction. Bob is all OMG she is so CUTE.

Hapi gives him the stink-eye “Aaanyyway, we should prolly take you to meet Yuribird. He’s the boss around here. “

So they meander over to the class room and meet Yuri. Tall, beautiful, with an air of mystery for kicks, Yuri greets the newcomer. “Any friend of Hapi’s is welcome.”

Bob explains his presence. “I’m not here to get in your business. Just wanted to check out your library. If I find anything useful to you, I know where to go with it. Mostly I am interested in all the crap that is going on topside.”

Yuri walks with him to the place where Seteth’s banished books have been stored. Bob tears into it like a man starved. Feeding on everything he can get his hands on.

Yuri decides to be sociable for a moment. “Whatcha looking for friend?”

Bob “the usual. Nabatheans, Agarthans, saints, Nemesis, relics, bloodlines, histories that may be a little closer to the truth than what they have upstairs. “

Yuri nods. “Sure. Have at it.”

“I’ll let you know if I find anything about the Crest of Aubin or the rest of you guys.” Bob offhandedly remarks looking through a few books.

Yuri starts cleaning under his nails with a particularly sharp dagger. “Funny, no one mentioned Crests, much less if anyone has one.”

“I can smell ‘em.” Bob says indifferently. “One of their experiments gone haywire. Hapi and I did time together. Ask her, she’s where I got my crest.”

“Have fun.” Yuri quips before heading out, stashing his dagger.

Bob is devouring this library. Opens every single book on every single shelf. Divides them into piles. Church, Magic, research, Agarthans, useful, and crap.

Encyclopedia of Fodlan’s Insects. Insects is what the Agarthans call Nabatheans. Winged bugs that need squashing. It also describes items forbidden by the church. These of course are things the Agarthans have used for centuries. Telescopes, viewing lenses, metal printing presses, decent condoms. Bob laughs out loud at the section on autopsies. Wouldn’t want you poking around inside someone’s head or chest. May accidentally find a crest stone or worse rattling around in there. Bob finishes sorting the upper levels of the Shadow Library. He hands a few books to Yuri to peruse, telling him to hang on to them, Bob would like a close look when he is done. Bob shuffles off with armful after armful of books, taking them to a quiet little nook that Yuri has permitted for him. Not much bigger than a closet, but its enough room to keep the books secure. Just as he’s on his last trips, who should happen to arrive at the library but Hubert von Vestra.

“Hey Bro, what the fuck you doin’ down here?” Bob impolitely and arrogantly asks.

“You. Why don’t you crawl back under your rock.” Hubert curses.

“Surprised to see you standing up. Usually you’re on all fours licking her high and mightynesses boots.” Bob shakes his head, getting his black and white bangs out of his eyes.

“Lady Edelgard deserves all of my praise and loyalty for everything she has been through. House Vestra shall always be at her service.” Hubert stiffly replies.

“Yeah, how’s that working out for you. She hasn’t been through half the shit I’ve been through. She’s barely holding it together. What’s fucking hilarious is she’s relying on you to help her keep it together. You still haven’t gotten over killing father. You should’ve let me know. I’d’ve done it in a heartbeat. Can’t wait till I can slit my beautiful mother’s throat and listen to her gurgling as the life flows from her.”

“He denounced you. You are not a Vestra.” The Black Eagle spits out.

Bob puts his hands on his hips. “Gimme a break. You and I are cut from the same mold. Same greasy black hair, at least I take care of mine. Same strong chin, handsome cheek bones, body structure. Hell we have the same color eyes from father. Just because I’m your half bro doesn’t mean I’m not part of your family. We’re both drawn to black and dark magic. We wield spells far above our fellow students. Just think of the things we could do together. “

“No. You are crude, undignified, unprodigious, and disgusting inside as well as out.” Hubert spits.

“We’re twins! I’m just the better looking one. Just ask anyone. You stand around like a starving vulture ready to pounce on everyone. Always looming and leering. That creepy guy intimidation thing only gets you so far. You need to work on your charm.” Bob schmoozes, moving closer to his half brother.

“I’ve had enough of this.” Hubert gives a disgusted frown and warps away.

“I love dicking with him. Fucking dickwad.” Bob laughs a deep and frightening laugh that scares some female out in the hallway who screams and runs away.

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When Flayne goes missing, Bob becomes unhappy. She’s a sweet and innocent girl. Yeah, she’s got dragon blood and all that, but really she’s nice. Cinnamon roll nice. Too nice to be caught up in any Agarthan mess. And this kidnapping has Agarthan written all over it.

Bob shows up behind Hubert, smashing his face into a wall and nicking his half bro’s throat as he puts a dagger under his chin. “Tell her to call the Agarthan dogs back. Tell her how wrong it is to work with them. They are not your friends. The enemy of your enemy crap doesn’t work. They are only using you, not the other way around”

Hubert, bloody nosed from having it smashed into a wall mutters, “I will bring it up in our next conversation.”

“Yeah. Talk about it. All talk, no action.” Bob disappears through the wall. He materializes in the library behind Ashe.

“Ashe, take off your baseball cap.” The cool dark mage orders.

The grey haired cinnamon roll takes off his hat and sits very straight in the comfy chair in the library. He can feel the hand patting his head, then stroking his hair from the top of his head down to his neck.

“Good boy, you are a good boy Ashe.” Bob begins his mantra, praising and patting.

“Yes. I am a good boy.” Ashe repeats, closing his eyes.

Thirty minutes later Ashe is happily asleep curled up in the chair and Bob no longer has steam coming out of his ears. Bob looks around the library. Where is that Thomas creep anyway? Bob goes to the upper levels where Thomas’ desk is located. Pinned to the bulletin board is a cartoon of Rhea tied to a stake while they light a huge fire under her. A poster in Medieval script saying “Dragons must Die!!!” A stack of love poems devoted to Catherine, his forbidden love.  And a large, oversized rubber stamp that says “DENIED”. But no sign of Thomas. Bob decides to pay the gatekeeper a visit. He floats down the three flights of stairs to the main level. Not only because it is cool if you can float, but he also won’t trip over one of Claude’s 17 pairs of roller-skates he leaves everywhere, especially on stairs.

“Greetings Bob, nothing to report.” The gatekeeper happily greets the black and white haired mage, cheerfully looking up into his piercing citrine eyes.

“Hey Keeps, you ever see the librarian head out of these gates?” Bob asks him in a deep, sultry voice.

“Oh yeah, I guess he left almost a week ago. I bet he’s going out to chase down some overdue books. Had a large empty sack on his shoulder.” Gatekeeper smiles ever so widely, a blush to his cheeks as he stares deeper into Bob’s eyes.

Caspar overhears the conversation, gasps, and runs straight to Linhardt’s room to save his best friend from being sentenced to death for his lack of library returns.

Bob returns to his room for the night to ponder the mysteries of the universe, Flayn’s location, why does Felix do that thing with his hair, and why does Dimitri find Alois’ jokes funny? They suck so bad. Is it the madness?

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Breakfast with the Blue Lions is enlightening. There are rumors of some sort of dude that dresses up like the grim reaper, complete with scythe that is creeping out the people in the village. Just one more thing to add to the list of the weird crap that is going on around this place. As he walks across the courtyard, some guy from the kitchen bumps into him.

“Hey, watch it, bud.” Bob giving the guy the eye.

Kitchen guy stops him. ”Have you seen Manuela?” he asks as blood is dripping down his arm.

Bob holds his hands out like he is holding two invisible watermelons to his chest, “Really big…?”

The guy nods.

Bob smirks, “Never heard of her. What were you doing?” Bob curiously asks.

“Peeling potatoes. Knife slipped.” Kitchen guy says, not looking so good. Bob knows to avoid potatoes for dinner.

“Head for the training grounds, healers are always hanging out there for practice opportunities.” Bob says before heading to the stable area.  Just as he walks past the Knights quarters, he hears a shriek in a perfect “C”. Probably Manuela. Just before he goes inside he stops a guy standing out front telling him to get the Blue Lions. You know, the group with the really tall hot blonde guy? Yeah, those Blue Lions.

The mage runs down the hall and finds a door partially open. He pushes it the rest of the way to find Manuela lying on the floor. She’s reaching out for something by the wall, as Bob gets closer he can smell them, Agarthans. He feels around and there’s a secret passage that opens wide to show a path down to the stink. The dark mage heads straight down the hole, lighting every torch on the way to guide the rest of his house. The Professor arrives at the bottom of the stairs to find all of the enemies in the immediate area are on fire. Bob is currently hurling fire spells through the gate at the enemies in the next room. “Die motherfuckers!! MUahahahahahahaha! Eat this!” Bob screams as he throws another fireball at one of the guys in the next room who tries to hide as far in a corner as possible, but still winds up having his robes catch fire and he screams in agony.

Byleth places her hand on Bob’s shoulder, whispering in his ear. “Calm down dude, you’re frightening the kids. Don’t scar our cinnamonrolls.”

Bob pulls a fist in front of his mouth. “Oopsie. Sorry. Was over excited. ::cough cough::”

The Blue Lions take over from here. Ashe unlocks the door as Felix and Sylvain rush in followed by Dedue and Ingrid. The professor heads to the left to unlock another gate.

Bob reaches over to pat Ashe on the head. “Good boy, you are such a good boy.”

Ashe smiles as his eyes glaze the slightest bit.

They move forward quickly wiping out the soldiers that are nearby. Felix and Sylvain take some warp tiles that send them to various places in the area where they can deactivate trap tiles. They all are joined together at the door in front of the death knight. Ashe opens the door. Bob’s already materialized in the room and hitting the big masked dude on the horsie with Dark Spikes T when the Flame Emperor shows up to send horsie boy off.

Flame Emperor “Go home Creepy McCreepface, you done good. I am the Flame Emperor. I will reforge the world.” And with that they both warp off.

Professor “We need to get these kids out of here.”

Bob, “I’ll grab Flayne, leave that other one, it smells bad.”  He tosses Flayne over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Bob carries her all the way to the infirmary. When putting her on a cot, he notices that her shirt sleeves were sliced open to her armpits and there are multiple holes in her arms where the evil bloodsuckers have taken her blood multiple times. He whispers to Manuela that the girl is a few quarts low, then he leaves.

Bob heads straight to Hubert’s room. His half brother isn’t there, so he waits for him to show up. So he’s not too bored, he goes into his brothers notes on spells and adds a few extra lines here and there to Sigils and changes ingredients on some poisons.

As soon as Hubert enters the door he is tripped then given a knee in the back while his dear half sibling repeatedly smashes his face into the floor.

“I told ::slam:: you not ::slam:: to work ::slam:: with them. ::slam slam:: Fucking idiot! ::slam slam slam::

Hubert’s nose is quite crooked and he can’t breathe correctly through it now. “I toad her, but she woodit lissen.”

Bob continues his rant. “Now we have a kid that suddenly appears from being gone last year. “ He definitely does airquotes on the word “suddenly”. “She’s one of them, I know it. Dump her. Dump the Agarthans. And wash your hair sometimes, ew.” Bob disappears through the floor, listening to Hubert call him a few names that weren’t in the book. Bob needs to write those down.

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It was time for the Battle of the Eagle and Lion and no Deerz allowed. Byleth has been working them pretty hard, advancing Bob as quickly as she can in magic certifications. He’s got reason down better than anyone in the group, so he’s been teaching them more advanced spellcasting. Byleth doesn’t say much but she catches on fast. If you can get Annette to shut up and concentrate, she does an amazing job. Mercedes doesn’t have her heart in it but manages to get a few reason spells down, Fire for sure, and Thunder is getting better. Felix is great with Thunder. Sylvain would be great with fire, but he screws around too much.

The horn signals for the battle to begin. Bob immediately heads for the back lines of the Black Eagles, materializing behind Linhardt, stabbing him with a blade covered with a powerful sleeping concoction. Lin would probably thank him. Bob heads over to behind Marianne in the Golden Deer. He whispers “good night, sweetie” in her ear before he holds a cloth covered with the same powerful sleeping potion. Lying her carefully on the ground he hides out in the nearby bushes to find out where Lysithia has gone off to.

He watches Ferdinand and Sylvain get into it. Handsome redheads on horses stab at each other repeatedly with pointed sticks. Finally, Sylvain gets the upper hand, but not by much. Ferdinand is out and heads to the boundary lines. Sylvain heads back to Mercedes for a bit of patching up. Annette is working on whittling down Ignatz, blowing his arrows off course as she attacks with wind spells. The professor is taking out Raphael and Claude.  Bob decides to throw a mire at Hilda. She screams about her hair and how gross the magic muck feels all over her and gives up. Felix is giving Leonie a workout.  Sylvain is back and taking on Lorenz. Lorenz throws a decent Fire spell at Sylvain, causing the redhead’s horse to rear up, he still is able to stay on the steed and then counter Lorenz with a decent lance jab that knocks the grapeheaded guy off his horse.

The battle continues on. It is between the lions and eagles, the deer are out. Its very helpful at this point that the eagles have no healer except for Dorothea. Her magic is going to be defensive not attacking for the most part. Edelgard marches down the field heading for Dimitri and Dedue, followed by Hubert and Caspar. Bob lost track of Petra and Felix, not sure who won that match. Bob grabs a large wooden sword lying on the ground and materializes behind Hubert. Swinging the flat edge of the blade at full force at the back of Hubert’s head, Bob provides Hubert with the headache of the month.

“Blockhead.” Bob smirks as he watches the dark mage fall and Bob disappears into the ground just under the swing of Edelgard’s axe. Bob shows up in a copse of trees not far away watching the rest of the blue lions completely wipe out the black eagles.

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Bob is in Abyss, in the laboratory of the most creative and beautiful sorceress he has ever met.

“Darling, would you be so kind to join me for lunch today? I would be ever so honored and grateful if you would grace my humble presence with your enlightening company.” Bob croons.

“Ever the charming one, pumpkin. However I must decline as I have serious potions to concoct today and they simply cannot mix themselves.” Constance smiles ever so sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

“Ahh. I so adore your everworking and brilliant mind, however you do need nourishment for your delectable body. If I may, I will retrieve lunch from above and bring it back to provide you with the energy needed to complete your serious tasks. “ Bob dashingly offers, his hands on his hips, his hair waving in the breeze, a sparkle shows on his teeth with a ding.

“I suppose I must acquiesce to obtaining sustenance. Having your handsome face as accompaniment is also a great pleasure. Please do go, with haste and fetch our midday feast.” Coco wiggles her fingers, encouraging him to hurry.

“But of course my flower, my jewel. I shall return poste haste.” Bob says, holding his palm open for her to gently place her hand within it so that he may delicately kiss the back of her hand, and then lick it for good measure.

He then disappears through the floor, only a minute later to walk through the wall behind her.

“Every moment away tears at my heart, my sweet lady. I am overjoyed to have returned and bask in your beauty once again. Please join me.” The handsome dark mage waves a hand at the beautifully set table complete with two darling candelabras with Ashen Wolves colored candles, napkins and tablecloth.  

They sit on the same side of the table. Bob smiles and he feeds her bite after bite until she is satisfied. Next time he may even offer to chew if for her if she so desires. He takes a napkin and lightly dabs at the corner of her mouth.

“There my precious one.” Bob coos in her ear. “Have you been sated? Is there anything else that I may obtain for you? I would pull the stars from the sky if you would only ask for them.”

Constance smiles, a bit of green something stuck on her teeth, “Nah, I’m good. “

Bob helps her from her chair and walks her back to the laboratory table. “Ahh. Then, although it pains me to do so< I shall leave you to your work.” He says before snapping his fingers, clearing the table.  

Bob dips her, giving her a face sucking kiss until her skin on her cheeks is almost purple, as he stands her back up she is completely gasping for breath, trying to cool herself with her fan. She has a severe case of the vapors. He then rises into the air, disappearing through the ceiling.

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Remire Village. Nice place if you like living in Hell!!!! Whole place is aflame. Dimitri is acting like Frankenstein’s monster getting creeped out by the flames everywhere giving him flashbacks of Duscur. Felix is getting flashbacks of feral Dimitri. Sylvain is getting flashbacks of the girls he had dated here, they’re all monsters now and after him. Ingrid is having flashbacks of when she was camping and her marshmallows AND her hotdog fell into the campfire. Bob is busy covering the eyes of Annette and Ashe to keep them from as much of the horror as possible, the smell around him of burnt cinnamon is concerning. Somehow they save the villagers, Thomas’ skin is removed from Solon, a pasty white older than dirt uglier than sin guy. Professor B beats up the old guy pretty quick and pastyboy heads for the hills.

The Death Knight is there. Bob pulls the cinnamon rolls over and whispers in their ears.

“Hey kids, would you like to see your dear Uncle Bob get rid of the McKreepface guy on the horse? I’ll let you laugh at him while he burns, okay?”

Ashe and Annette nod their heads very quickly has Bob hands them each a bowl of popcorn and a box of milkduds for the show.

“Huzza-huzza-HOOM! You’re about to meet your DOOOOOOM!” Bob cackles as the magic of Dark Spikes T whips from his fingers and chomps on the body of the Death Knight like Godzilla eating buildings in Tokyo. The only thing left of the dude is a Dark Seal that Bob wraps in a pink bow and hands to Professor Byleth.

“Don’t you want this, Bob?” the Professor asks.

“Nope, mother got me one for my birth day. Figured you could use a spare.” The dark mage quips.

The Flame Emperor shows up. “Deathknight, you’re having too much fuuuuuuuuuck! What did you do to my pet?”

“Chomp chomp bitch.” Bob says making hand gestures like his fingers are teeth chomping towards her face.

Jeralt is angry. “So you’re the one that did this to my favorite village?”

“No, no, you got it all wrong.” The Flame Emperor backpedals. “Yeah, Solon works with me, but man I didn’t know he was going to pull this shit.”

“Come to the dark side!” Flameface pleads. “I will give you cookies…”

“We got Mercedes, your cookies suck compared to ours. Oh, and you suck too.” Says Byleth.

“Look, Solon and his buddies, they are powerful. Together, me, you, The Sword of the Creator. We can take them down.” Flame face

Bob pulls his right hand into his sleeve to make it look like it’s been cut off. “I’ll never rule the universe with you!”

Dedue runs up saying his Princeliness is missing. Bob grabs his two cinnamon rolls protectively.

“Don’t let Mr. CrazySpaghettihead scare you. Lets go get some icecream.” Bob says leading them to the monastery.