#basically blacking out from utter despair

[kermitthesog]

spoilers hehehehehhhe (pjo + toa deaths)

literally stop. literally stop. stop. stop. stop. i can’t. I was just reminded of how there literally is no main character privilege in pjo other than for percy, annabeth and idk grover? LIKE STOP. you cannot trust rick riordan like other authors because guess what? One of the main characters? Like in the Titan’s Curse with Zoe? nope. dead. Luke? No returning to the good side, no! had to kill himself to stop kronos. Dead. STOP IT. Jason, who was there for a whole series? dead! Silena who was there the whole series and was a secret spy for kronos but redeemed herself by sacrificing herself? oh yeah also dead. Beckondorf who was also there the whole series and helped percy so much? oh you liked him? that’s funny. dead. And yeah you could argue that, at least in that particular series, that character might not be a “main” character, but come on.

it just hurts so much more when you’ve gotten a backstory, personality, fears, motivations, growth, even a redemption arc of a character and you have to watch (well, read) them die. and when that character was so well loved by the other characters and the audience. when the character dies and you have to endure everybody’s reactions. when you cry because someone is screaming out in pain for them like piper for jason, screaming he’s not dead. when they describe their anguish like clarisse with silena. when a character has to walk away after the other sacrificed themselves like percy and beckondorf. when they have to cope with them being forever gone.

i cannot deal with the fact that there are so many deaths of important people. and they still weigh so heavily on everyone else. they made an impact. want some examples?

Zoe: percy still thinks about her.

Luke: he made an everlasting impact on everyone who met him or fought against him.

Jason: the whole rest of the series after the burning maze, apollo/lester dedicates his actions to jason and promises to be human like jason had pleaded for.

Beckondorf + Silena: Are fought for in the end during the final battle against kronos.

[daddyslittlecrow]

“Do you hate me?”

Summary: Basically what I WISH happened after MC finds Sylus’ brooch.

Warnings: VERY smutty but with plot (I'm not an animal….yet) MDNI PLEASE 🙏

Pairing: Sylus x reader/MC

A/N: I'm sorry if this is in any way bad. This is the first time I've properly written in years. Please ignore all errors!! I'll cry!!

I've never written anything as spicy as this though so if you’re questioning my logistics or anything, please bare that in mind. Hope you enjoy x

You didn't understand him.

That's what frustrated you the most about the leader of Onychinus. You were usually quick to pick up on a person’s motives towards you. Whether it was a lingering gaze, a twitching hand or a forced smile there was always something they wanted. You didn't just use that power to survive, you used it to always stay ahead. But with Sylus? You could barely even tell if he hated you or was impressed by you.

“Have I underestimated your determination or overestimated your intellect?”

His words this evening echoed in your head, stoking a fire within you. You still hadn't forgiven him for the cruel hospitality during your first few days together. The dark circles under your eyes served as each night as you tried and failed to stop the sound of his gun plaguing your dreams.

Every morning since, you sprang from the soft silk sheets, a scream stuck in your throat and the ghost of his blood splatter on your hands. It felt like he wanted to punish you. Not to mention the horror you witnessed as his right eye blazed through you. Your brain only accepted it as a fucked up hallucination whenever you thought about it too hard.

Even if he wasn’t behind the explosion that killed your best friend, you feared he was capable of far worse. His Evol was violent and forceful, the pain it caused when he wrapped those black tendrils around you was only a fraction of what it could do. You were relieved he couldn't resonate with you and make his power stronger. It would be utter chaos.

Maybe that was his sole motive - to use you to make himself unstoppable. But you knew deep down that wasn't what he was after. Too many questions were left unanswered. His ruby eyes had searched for something far deeper within you, coaxing something that made your stomach clench.

What shamed you most was how the tension travelled lower, heating you up and liquefying your core. He was undeniably attractive but that was it. You just had to play along and get far away from him so you could find someone to quench your long-neglected thirst.

You sighed heavily as you scraped your hair back into a ponytail, aggravated when it got in your way. It didn't matter what Sylus was after. You had your own mission to deal with and you wouldn't let anything or anyone get in the way. That man was not your motive.

A glance at your phone screen reminded you that time was running out for the game Sylus dared you to play. 30 minutes more and your chance to attend the auction and look for the Aether Core slipped from your grasp. He seemed to be losing faith in you with every slam of his bedroom door but fuck it - quitting was never an option for you.

Slowly advancing down the long worn path to Sylus’ door, you opened it silently. You crossed the threshold, cautiously walking further into his elegantly furnished bedroom. The silver-haired monster sat upright in his bed, eyes closed, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He was fast asleep.

You smirked, pulling out the Evol-sealing handcuffs and tranquillizer gun the Twins had offered you. Time to put an end to this childish game once and for all.

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A war raged within Sylus, threatening to drag him to utter despair. Or madness. He didn't have a preference so long as it dulled the ache that suffocated his heart. No one had ever made him feel threatened or weak since he first arrived in the N109 Zone. Fear was the default response from anyone unlucky enough to meet him face to face and he liked it that way. Power wasn't given. It was taken.

That belief had caused a fatal error when he finally found you. He expected to pull you into his world, where he knew you belonged. You were his. How could you forget that you were the sole reason his heart kept beating? Without you, he was only a shell of a man. He would burn down everything he had carefully built just for you to look at him right now without flinching.

Sylus devoted his life to finding you. It was no coincidence that you found yourself before him. As soon as you put yourself on the line, he tracked you down and took to him before anyone else got their hands on you. Your determination and strength were admirable, but your stubbornness made you reckless. It clouded your judgment and turned you into an easier target than you realized.

And now, nothing could make him let you go.

The shock of you not remembering him made him lash out in the only way he knew how. But that type of force wouldn’t work this time. No, this time, he would have tried something else.

The brief hint of your desire did not go unnoticed. He felt it, like an ache that worsened the longer his eyes locked on yours. As soon as he recognised it, he had to use every ounce of restraint not to claim you. He wanted to consume you in every way you’d allow him to. Replace the ache between your thighs with his hands, mouth and cock. Over and over until the only thing you could think about was him.

If you did not respond well to pain, maybe pleasure was the answer.

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With his hand securely cuffed to the bed, you wasted no time. It surprised you how easy it was to sneak up on such a well-guarded man. Maybe it was because he didn't see you as a threat? A quiet huff escaped your eyes and trailed down his bare chest. You'd show him just how wrong he was.

Before your fingers could reach him, your wrist was captured in a strong grip. You gasped, snapping your head up to meet the epitome of arrogance. Sylus smirked at his uninvited visitor. The finale of his game couldn't have been more thrilling if he planned it. He welcomed the slight pinch of the handcuffs as he slowly looked you up and down, savouring how close you were.

“What do you plan to do then, since I've become your prey?” His taunt didn't deter you, in fact - it spurred you on. The brooch was yours. With his offer to help you, you finally made contact with his body. Your fingers caressed the expensive robe he wore, hunting for your ticket to the auction. You could feel those piercing eyes on you as he complied with your thorough inspection.

His scent - like spiced leather - made you painfully aware that you were in Sylus’ bed, alone with him. You felt his hand graze your leg, momentarily freezing your body. The thought of swapping places with him, you handcuffed and him towering over you flashed in your mind.

It burned your cheeks but you pressed on, knowing he could do nothing to you in this position. This stupid game had gotten to your head. That was all this was. Still, you couldn't stop yourself from voicing the question that consumed your mind.

“Do you hate me?”

You silently cursed yourself as you pulled your attention back to your mission. Why did you care whether he did or didn't? You swore you would never let anyone make you question your worth. That’s why you only relied on yourself. Never accepted any man’s advances unless it was for a single night of pleasure.

Then it was back to being alone. It was easier that way. You were more than capable of looking after yourself. You refused to look at his face again, your heart pounding furiously. No one had ever gotten under your skin like he did.

“Does my answer matter?”

The unexpected softness in his voice would've made you pause if you hadn't found the brooch that very moment. Your face broke into a triumphant smile as you stared at the sparkling red jewel in the centre. Thank f-

Your eyes widened in horror as the handcuffs holding Sylus hostage disintegrated with his Evol. He assured you he wouldn't go back on his promise. The air grew thick. His eyes darkened, hinting at a new game that had just begun. Neither of you moved. In an instant, Sylus had turned you into his prey. Revenge for assuming he could be yours.

Panic bloomed in your chest, desperately trying to launch yourself away from him. His arm quickly snaked around your waist, throwing you effortlessly into your back. Fear and arousal fought for dominance within you as Sylus gripped your hands, pinning you to the bed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You spat, trying to grasp some sense of control over yourself. His grip was strong but not painful. Sylus didn't respond immediately, savouring the beautiful sight of you beneath him. A violent shiver hit you as he trailed his gaze from your blushing face, down your thin tank top and shorts, to your bare thighs. Then his eyes moved to lock on yours.

“You look so pretty like this for me, kitten.” His words did something unexplainable to you, a dark promise that made your thighs clench. Noting your sudden reaction, his bare knee slid between your legs, pushing them apart. You were trapped, completely at his mercy. You hated him, didn't you? So why did your body want him closer? As if reading your mind, Sylus let out a low chuckle.

“You aren't usually this quiet, care to indulge me in your thoughts?” The only thing you could do to retaliate was remain silent. Maybe then he would get bored and finally let you go. You struggled against him, trying to slip from his grasp but he only pushed you further into the mattress. “I see. You want to play by your rules? I'm only happy to oblige.”

You didn't need long to guess what he meant. He removed the space between you, claiming your lips with his. The kiss was like a bolt of electricity that coursed through you. Sylus was gentle but firm, moving his mouth as if to savour every moment. It was a stark contrast to how he treated you first.

You felt yourself be dragged down, melting against him. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, a silent request. You accepted it eagerly, your mind refusing to focus on anything but him.

Sylus was a patient man. After all, he had waited for you all this time. But kissing you, feeling your tongue dance with his as he tasted you? He was close to becoming feral. He had to slow down, not wanting to force you anymore. This was your choice. As much as he didn't act like it, you were still in control. Slowly, his grip on your hands eased until you were free.

He reluctantly pulled away to look at your face, trying to identify what you were thinking. You were panting, lips swollen from him. He was rock hard and straining against his briefs just by kissing you. The loss of his lips released a small whimper as you opened your eyes to look at him. Your teeth bit your bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

No man had ever looked at you like that before. Hungry, possessive, depraved. It made you so wet you could feel your panties start to soak through. You needed him all over you.

But there was also a silent promise in those beautiful eyes. He was not going to continue unless you wanted to. You were worth so much more than that. That alone gave you the security you needed. With your arms now free, you used them to prop yourself up. He watched as you turned over, placing the brooch that was still in your grasp onto his nightstand. His heart quickened but he remained still as you turned back to face him.

“You wanted to know whether it mattered if you hated me?” You began, raising your body to straddle his thigh. Sylus placed his hands on your hips, supporting you, eyes never leaving yours. Afraid that if he moved too suddenly you would run away. Your hands slowly glided across his chest, taking a moment to feel his muscular build.

His pulse pounded against your fingers. The corner of his lip quirked as you grew more bold. Gravity pulled you down, your aching core resting on a hard thigh. Not giving yourself time to think, your body takes control. Instantly you started to move your hips, seeking friction on your throbbing clit.

Knowing he was watching you shamelessly use him to get yourself off was too much. You grew slicker with each thrust and you moaned softly. It was the sexiest sound Sylus ever heard. Your right thigh brushed against his erection and you clenched with need. A low growl and his grip tightened, halting your movements.

“Y/N…” His voice was laced with a warning. Desperately wanting to punish you for teasing him. His cock already leaked with pre-cum, imagining how wet you were for him. Fuck he could practically smell your arousal. But still, he waited.

You leaned towards him, lips against his ear. One of your hands reached down to the belt of his robe, pulling it loose. Sylus - and now the relationship between you both - still confused you. You weren't sure what would come of this. All you knew was that you wanted to stop thinking, just for a while.

“Even if you don't hate me Sylus.” You opened his robe to reveal the outline of his erection. His hips jerked as you palmed his dick through the fabric, getting more lost in your desire for him. “I want you to fuck me like you do.”

That was the undoing of him.

He understood the underlying plea in your words. You weren't ready to face the truth, to acknowledge what existed deep down. Not ready to accept his feelings for you. Not now. But, he hoped, not never.

For now, you needed something else - something raw. And Sylus would do anything to give you what you craved.

You gasped as he threw you back down onto the bed, stealing all power from you. His robe was gone in seconds, puddled on the floor. He smirked at you before he placed his hands on your tank top and roughly ripped it in half. His attention was on your exposed breasts.

“Beautiful.” He murmured before kissing a path from your neck to your chest, stopping just above your left nipple. The compliment squeezed your heart. He looked up at you as you waited, your eyes hazy with lust.

With a flick of his wicked tongue, he caressed the sensitive nub. It hardened instantly. Your back arched, forcing your breast to his mouth as he feasted on you. His hand reached up to grab your other breast, clutching like they were made for him.

Oh, he was going to ruin you.

The pleasure of his mouth made you whine in ecstasy. You felt hot but your body shivered with need. Your hips bucked, seeking relief for your aching pussy. Sylus whipped his hand to your hip, stopping your movements.

“You were brave kitten, teasing me earlier.” He moved down your body without haste. Your impatient moans amused him. “Too bad I don't let bad behaviour go unpunished.” Without warning, he ripped your shorts off, exposing your soaking panties. He admired the patch of wetness that darkened the fabric. He took great pride in knowing he was the one that did this to you.

“You’re already a mess and I haven't even touched you yet.” He slid a finger up your clothed slit, rubbing a lazy circle over your clit.

“Shit.” You sighed against his touch. Hearing that delicious voice speak so filthily made you desperate for more. He chuckled darkly, enjoying watching you squirm from his touch. Let's see how you react to a different kind.

He hooked his fingers onto your panties and slowly pulled them down your legs, revealing your glistening slit. The cool air of the room against your wetness made you acutely aware that you were now fully bare before him. It somewhat sobered you. You moved your legs, in a weak attempt to hide from him.

“Don’t be shy now, kitten.” Sylus hummed in disapproval, pushing your legs even farther apart. You stopped resisting, submitting yourself to his touch. He paused, bewitched by the sight before him. You were magnificent already but when you were like this? Fully spread, eyes pleading. Fuck.

He wanted to release all restraint, free his straining cock and claim you right then. With a shaky breath, he centred himself, needing to see how you fell apart without distraction.

“Is this where you want me to touch you?” His large hand slid up your thigh, grazing the soft lips of your pussy. The teasing touch was agony. Your hand covered your mouth to stop your pleading whine. Sylus huffed, displeased you would deny him your sweet sounds.

Then you yelped.

With perfect precision, Sylus lightly slapped your clit. The attack was a sharp surprise but made your body hum with excitement. He was showing you who your body belonged to right now. With his hand raised again, you immediately brought your attention to his glowing eye. One word filled your head.

Obey.

“Let’s try that again kitten.” Sylus cooed, planting a kiss on your knee. “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?” You learnt your lesson quickly.

“Fuck Sylus, yes!” Your words came out in pants. Sylus noticed you practically gush at his words and he used it to coat his finger.

“Good girl.”

His praise was immediately followed by his finger thrusting hard into your pussy. Your arm instinctively rose again to muffle your scream. Immediately your wrists were captured by the black smoky tendrils of Sylus’ Evol.

He fucked his finger into you slowly, adding another once he knew you could take it. It was like he knew every spot that made you arch your back in pure pleasure. His pace was brutal - you never wanted him to stop.

“Do you like that, beautiful?” He purred, coaxing your pleasure like he put on this earth just to please you. He curled his fingers, finding your g-spot. The sensation caused your eyes to roll back, his name the only word you could spill from your lips. Sylus groaned at the sight of you, loving how you fucked his fingers. You were so tight. He couldn't stop thinking about how you’d feel squeezed around his cock.

“That’s it Y/N. Good girl. You're taking my fingers so well. God, you're so fucking wet for me.” You couldn't function, let alone reply to him. All you could do was moan as you rode his fingers.

“You feel…so fucking good.”

All he cared about was having you unravel for him. He kept up the pace of his fingers, driving into you. The wet lewd sounds of your pussy drove you both crazy. His mouth watered as he lowered it to your hard clit, leaving little licks that made you clench around his fingers. You tasted better than he could've imagined. He would gladly spend the rest of his life buried between your thighs.

“I’m not going to stop until you cum all over my mouth and fingers, okay? So be good and give me what I want.” The second his mouth devoured your clit, your release was coming fast. He sucked and licked like he had been starved of you, groaning into your pussy as your hands reached for his hair, pulling you closer. It gave you leverage as you rode his face, desperately chasing your release as the pleasure grew higher and harder.

“Please Sylus. Please I’m so close. I’m-” You came so violently that all you saw were stars. You screamed, not caring if anyone could hear. Your cum gushed out of you, soaking his chest and dripping down onto the sheets. Your pussy milked his fingers as they fucked you through your orgasm.

Sylus lapped at your dripping pussy, savouring your juices until you whimpered his name. You loosened the grip on his silver strands, heart pounding, face flushed. Your whole body buzzed as Sylus reluctantly left your pussy and withdrew his fingers. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he brought them to his mouth, sucking you off them with a smug grin. His actions made your core ache for him all over again.

“One could get addicted to the taste of you.” His voice was thick with lust. You glanced down at his tented briefs with anticipation. Sylus bit back a laugh at your excited gaze. With a glance at the clock on his nightstand, he sighed. Hovering over you he kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You were disappointed when he withdrew, pulling you up to sit on the edge of the bed.

“As much as I’d love to continue this, sweetie.” He brushed back the hair that clung to your clammy face. He loved how radiant you looked after you came. It was a sight he wouldn't mind seeing again soon. Your lips were captured one more time in a quick kiss.

“We have an auction to attend.”

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If you want a part 2 pls let me know!! I’d hate to leave my man blueballed hanging. I have no confidence in myself to think this is good anyway lol 🤪

-Elle 🫡

[itadores]

note: sakura's so cute ^-^

pairing: sakura haruka x gender neutral reader

tags: gender neutral reader, silliness, fluff

staring at the wall ahead of you, you're faced with an impossible decision.

which stuffed animal should you buy?

you suddenly cry out, startling sakura who’s standing beside you, and grip your head in despair. "they're all so cute, i can't choose," you exclaim. making decisions has never been your strong suit, and when faced with so many options, you're at a complete and utter loss of what to do.

sakura looks at you a little strangely.

"aren't they all basically the same? it's a stuffed animal," sakura remarks.

you tear your eyes away from the wall of stuffed animals to turn your attention towards sakura. “they are not ‘all basically the same,’” you parrot back to sakura. you motion towards the stack of plushes that nearly stretches across the entire wall of the store, waving your hand wildly. “they’re all different!”

you grab two stuffed animal at random to use as your example. “see this,” you raise the stuffed animal in your right hand, “this is obviously a bunny,” you say before raising the stuffed animal in your left hand, “while this is a dinosaur. not only are they two completely different creatures, but the colors are different as well as the material.”

“i don't get it," sakura bluntly says.

you droop, the stuffed animals in your hands falling to your side. honestly, you didn't really expect sakura to understand your interest in stuffed animals since he doesn’t share the same passion for it as you do, but you're glad he still chose to accompany you regardless.

“it’s fine, i didn’t expect you to understand,” you say, although not unkindly as you place the stuffed animals you grabbed at random back in their respective spots. “i know i can get rather excited when it comes to plushies and other cute things.”

that may be an understatement given the number of stuffed animals and other cute collectibles you already have in your possession, but you don’t need the whole store knowing that.

“i’m just happy you’re here.”

you look over your shoulder, smiling at sakura. he ducks his head, his bangs barely concealing the flush on his cheeks.

“i don’t understand why you like all of this so much,” sakura admits, “but you like it so…”

he trails off at the end, but you understand what he’s trying to convey. it makes you smile once more. sakura is so unaware of how sweet and endearing he can be. it makes you want to lavish him in praise and compliments, but you hold back. you don’t want to embarrass him when he’s in the middle of opening up to you a little bit more.

“thanks, sakura,” you settle on saying. hopefully in the future, you’ll be able to tell sakura everything you want to tell him, but for right now, you’re content taking things at whatever pace works best for him.

“now help me choose!” you exclaim, moving closer to sakura and looping your arms together. he stumbles, knocking his shoulders against yours before quickly stabilizing himself.

“don’t just randomly grab me,” sakura grumbles, shifting in place but making no move to disentangle himself from you.

“sorry,” you reply, utterly unrepentant. "now let's focus on the mission at hand!"

you point out a bunch of different plushes you find cute to sakura, who's unable to offer much help in your decision-making process. it's fine though because the decision becomes crystal clear for you when your gaze lands on a black and white cat plushie that's nestled on one of the lower levels of the shelving unit. it's perfect. all of the stuffed animals you were looking at were cute, but none as cute as the cat plush you now have in hand. you're quick to buy it, leaving the store pleased as can be with your purchase.

as you leave the shop, sakura asks what made you want that stuffed animal out of all the ones you looked at. after all, you had such a hard time choosing which one to buy just to make a decision as soon as you laid eyes on the cat plush. you just shrug and tell him that it's cute, and you liked it the most out of all of them.

what you don't tell sakura is that the black and white cat reminds you of a certain someone. you don't think his poor heart could take it, so you keep it to yourself for now.

maybe, sakura will figure it out for himself in the future.

[handfuloftime]

And the rest of Part One.

Something about Micaiah being forced to leave her self-imposed seclusion by the war, and that reconnection with her fellow citizens being what gives her the resolve to fight for her country, in contrast to Sephiran, who's alone for so long it drives him to utter despair.

Tormod is great and I wish I had time to pay attention to mages who aren't Soren and Micaiah. Alas.

The poison swamp trap chapter was surprisingly easy. Annoying that you only get to pick four of the units you bring with you, though.

I gave Micaiah Paragon a couple chapters ago, so she's level 17 heading into One Survives, which should be fine. Right?

I'm pretty sure Sephiran has about three lines of dialogue total before the Part Four endgame (this observation brought to you by his one line in Part One Ch 8), and even though twelve year old me became inexplicably obsessed with him on sight, he really needed to have a big role in the plot for the endgame reveals to land properly.

One Survives is actually quite fun, provided Micaiah is good enough. I played it a little more recklessly than usual and she got hit a couple of times, but it was a breeze.

Shoutout to the one archer who was the only unit besides Jarod to land a hit on the Black Knight (neither of them did damage, of course).

Rotating Alder-Levail parallels in my brain... Though they're very different on the surface: Levail's uncomplicated hero worship of Zelgius vs. Alder using his dying breath to tell Jarod that he's a nightmare boss even if they are kindred spirits (which means what, exactly? 👀)

I love Sothe and Micaiah's contrasting reactions to the Black Knight--Micaiah seeing a hero of old Daein, and Sothe the villain that Ike defeated.

Pelleas's speech to the army (he's trying his best) continuing the PoR parallels. Though notably Elincia was fighting by this point (which, now that I think about it, probably goes some way towards explaining why Ike never eclipsed her the way Micaiah does for Pelleas).

The Black Knight's silent show of support for Pelleas, mmm. (Also love that he's just... hanging out in the camp with everyone else. I need to write a fic.)

I think I've mentioned before how I don't find the original Dawn Brigade (minus Micaiah and Sothe) particularly compelling as characters, and it occurs to me that part of that is because they basically vanish from the plot halfway through Part One (though obviously they're still there as units), and the emotional core of the rest of it is Micaiah's relationships with Nailah's group (Rafiel and Volug) and Tormod's group (Muarim and Vika).

"You...are much...like her." I'm in pain.

The endgame was a horrible slog (why did I decide to play on normal, again? I'm really worried about what the Dawn Brigade chapters of Part Three are going to be like) and I overused the Black Knight horribly, but I did it. And killed Jarod with Micaiah, which I'm not sure I'd done before.

I like the bittersweet note that it ends on, following the coronation with half of Micaiah's closest allies sneaking off late at night because they're still in an uncertain position in the new Daein.

Maybe Part Two will feel like less of a little sideshow now that I've actually played PoR?

[violettesiren]

A woman in all red walks past me with her two white dogs in red sweaters I walk past in all blue with a black dog I cannot get away from the idea that time is not linear And that emotion makes us reach a moment where it happens all at once But not a moment My love says this knowledge of mine is the most basic: a given Something we are left with He will never lose anyone the way I have He will never lose me until I am dead You and I, my reader, we exist in a timeless way Always in space and time together I do not touch you But I write these words to you Out of love, or hate, or both What grand a feeling I feel for you And yet it is very small In the utter blackness Or blankness Where an all-emotional head Lifts two eyes with a dark heart I am not sure if it is this head, or you, Who speaks to me I know I am lost forever, floating Forever fragmented And that this either brings me comfort or despair, or both Because I know that you and I will never be together Such a vast and endless sense of nothingness For this alone, I speak

Time by Dorothea Lasky

[wbwoqlqxoxxms]

Yishun Revengers Episode 14 "Mea Culpa"

“Continue to enjoy the present moment, for enjoying the present moment shall be the only thing that brings us joy in the present moment,”

-Man who is enjoying the present moment

Darkness.

Utter darkness.

Mere emptiness.

The void of consumption.

Deafening silence-”Ey can someone on the light or not?”

Uh, wait-

“Ok wait, I go find the switch first…among this plethora of other random switches I probably would be better off not touching,” Mendax responded to Esse's query, fingers fluttering over the myriad of switches nobody knew connected to.

“Should be this one…” He muttered to himself and flipped one of the switches at random, and the room was instantly brightened up with a gradually growing glow.

“Okie, great, we should-” Laju was in the middle of thanking Mendax, then immediately stopped herself mid-sentence to draw her weapon.

Against the strange thing that had emerged, previously left unseen, masked by the blackness of the night and also terrible lighting of the apartment-but then again, the man was in Yishun, and if Skorpius was telling the truth, the very cause of Yishun’s…Yishun-nism. Couldn’t exactly blame him.

The strange thing-strange it was, alright-practically absorbing 100% of light with its vantablack appearance and shadow-like yet rock-hard black carapace covering much of its body that would otherwise render it no different from a normal human-of course, no one could tell what he looks like underneath the bird-like mask of it-wait, why is everyone so fond of wearing masks?

Several other Pillars prepared their swords and bows and guns too, readying themselves into a battle formation-but Sano sorrowfully limped over to the monstrosity.

“Sa…no…?” The thing turned to face him, ploddingly uttering Sano’s name like an old, bygone friend once again reuniting under unfortunate circumstances.

‘I’m here.” He responded caringly…with two words. A-actions speak louder than those two words, okay!

“You…came back…with company.”

“*slight amused smile* Perceptive as ever.”

“Are you here to kill me? After all those years…you’re back to finish the job?”

“...”

“Hmm, I guess it’s ok if you don’t want to do it yourself. I’ve caused far too much pain over my years of existence, I certainly can’t ask the one who would end it all if it pains them too, no?”

“Can..I ask…what if you never met me? Would you still have gone out to find some other lost soul and gift them extraordinary superpowers?”

“...The day I met you, I could tell you were vibrant and colourful, and just destined to the unfortunate end of meeting me. I was ignorant and foolish back then, I just saw how pitiful you were when no one was playing Nacalevia, and I wanted someone to be able to kill me at the time…”

“You became my only friend.”

“I’m sorry that I forced my wishes on you…I…”

“What if…I…have a way…to save you?”

The thing looked up from his previously despairing look into a look of surprise-though, certainly neither the pleasant nor unpleasant kind.

And that’s when Skorpius and Stefen stepped up-with Stefen helping introduce Skorpius like he was a sales manager introducing a product development to a prospective board of investors.

“Ah, right, this will take a while to explain..so basically this guy right here claims that he is an Astral Crusader, who goes around travelling the cosmos saving innocent people and Culpables, and he also claims he has a way to purify you of your “Culpable-ness”...*short pause* CULPABILITY. OH YES THAT’S IT anyway with the help of Sano who I believe you are already acquainted with given the whole…sentimental chat there, and that arrogantly quiet woman over there with her equally arrogantly quiet pet bird-”

“I’m not some pet bird!”

“...Luminary Guardian, I stand corrected. So in short, Skorpius says he can purify you with the help of these three-if you’re willing to give him a chance, of course.”

The thing just stood there pulling out its proverbial hair (haha no hair the thing is bald) in the same way that Stefen had done when he was fed that information dump of a truck barely a few days ago.

“Um…” He finally spat out after a period of silence.

“It’s true. Trust me, I can purify you,” Skorpius cocked his head to the side and spoke gently, with perhaps the most audibly pleasing voice that thing has heard in a while.

“This…won’t hurt the others…will it?” The thing asked, appearing in great distress.

“No, of course it won’t,” Skorpius this time nodded his head, continuing to speak gently.

“Well, if this can purify me of this filth…then I’m willing to give it a shot. It’s not really like I have anything left to lose, anyway…”

“Ah! Very good, then! We can begin the process right now,” Skorpius clapped for a short while and did a small celebratory dance like an excited child eager to start the new game or LEGO set mommy bought for him as a birthday present.

“Somehow I feel like this is one big elaborate scam…” Sunda muttered discreetly, making sure only the nearby Ming could hear it-not like he could really act on it anyway, what with him behaving a bit eccentrically ever since they caught Skorpius.

Seriously, at times he would occasionally mutter inconspiciously to himself, or other times he would laugh and scream out of joy like some mad scientist at the times when he thought no one was listening but actually everyone could hear him as clear as day. In fact, the only reason the Pillars hadn’t already thrown him into Marina Barrage was probably because they felt like he had an important connection to this Culpable-Astral Crusader play.

Skorpius acted fast-within minutes, no seconds even, he got the entire set-up he needed up and ready to go.

“I…don’t have to do anything…do I..?’ The thing stuttered questioningly.

“No, just rest well, sit back and relax.” Skorpius placed his hand on his heart as a sign of affirmation. “...Although I still hope you’d be able to do so after this.”

Now it was the strange thing’s turn to cock his head to the side, though out of confusion rather than amusement. “What do you mean?”

“Haha, you’ll understand soon enough. Just promise me you’ll live on happily, without any miserable shred of guilt or regret, ok?” Skorpius lowered his voice recognisably in a mournful state, and whose eyes would possibly harbour the same lining of dejection Sano’s eyes had earlier if only he still didn’t have that characteristically plastic opera mask hiding it.

The two men-ah, correction, one weird shadow thing and one mask-wearing dude for the most random reason possible, stayed in silence for a while.

Simply staring into each other’s eyes.

No words needed to be said to convey what was going on in that scene-it was a scene of unprecedented tranquillity. Tranquillity that one was finally to reach inner peace and fulfilment, and one was finally about to achieve a long sought-after freedom.

“Hey, are you done or not, we’ve already gotten ready, waiting for you only,” Codeine shouted over, calmly jolting the stunned Skorpius as well as that thing out of their daze.

“Ah. Right. We should probably get started.” Skopius darted over quickly to his supposed position, sending apologetic gestures to everyone he met along the way.

“So…how does this…” Luna had already set down Little Whitey to let him prepare for the ordeal he was about to face. “Oh, that Sano guy doesn’t seem as upset as he did before. I guess you’re for real capable of purifying this…thing, right?”

Skorpius nodded his head cutely.

“Well, that’s just great, totally fantastic…Little Whitey?”

Little Whitey was looking far worse than Luna had originally thought he’d be-not in the physically drained way, but in the emotional sense just like Sano-like he’d been impacted with something so traumatising or shocking.

Luna scoffed and removed herself from the scene, leaving time alone for Skorpius and Little Whitey.

“This Culpable…he’s apologetic. Guilty. If you do this…you’re going to make him a lot more sadder, you know?”

Skorpius sighed deeply. “I know…but this is the path I have chosen. This is the path I am destined to take,”

“If you so wish, then…I’m a Luminary Guardian. Who am I to stop an Astral Crusader from achieving their purest form?” He extended a wing in the same way humans would make hand gestures between conversations.

Skorpius knelt down before Little Whitey, one hand placed before his chest and the other on a set-up equipment.

“Astral Crusader…I hereby am honoured to witness thee claims of purity and virtuity.”

Skorpius bowed lower as Little Whitey even soared as high as the ceiling of the apartment, blocking the ceiling light with his entire body like it was the midday sun.

“Execute…the unworthy!”

[yueisyum]

Can I ask for a short smut pleaseeeeeee? This is an idea from Jaemin's live. Like he was putting lip balm on you and decided to kiss you to transfer the balm and ended up having a make out session which also ended up having sex hehe.

Woah 😮 that’s actually so cute-

“Hey, y/n,” jaemin calls, he’s sitting right next to you but still out of your line of sight. The hotel has been quiet ever since you too got back from down town. Instead of doing dining crazy, you both decided to sped some quiet time together. you look up from your phone, placing it on the hotel bed, then look up to your boyfriend. You find yourself faced with jaemin, who’s mouth is… shinny? Glossy?

“What the heck is on your face?” You question, your brows wrinkle together and your try not to make such a stank face. he’s been sitting next to you for almost an hour, so your confused as to how he’s done this without you noticing. “I put too much chapstick on, com’er” he quickly explains. he leans in, lips puckered and eyes closed. When he doesn’t feel your lips on his, he peeks and he’s met with your palm. “I can see that, you look like you’ve just eaten a tub full of fried chicken” you giggle.

He rolls his eyes, but you can tell he’s trying not to smile. “Let me give you some-“ he tries to lean in again, but it’s too late, you’ve already decided to mess with him.

“Are you trying to say my lips are dry?” You pout, still avoiding his advances. “Y/n, come here.” He sits up now, climbing over you. “Or is this all an excuse to kiss me?” You turn your head away from him. And you swear you hear a growl leave him. The smug look on your face was unavoidable. “Baby…” he calls, but you don’t dare move. After another moment of him staring daggers into your cheek, he Huffs.

His hand finds your jaw, and turns your head to him, forcefully. But he doesn’t Lean in to kiss you just yet, because your giggling your pretty little head off. So instead, he just smiles. After a moment of your fit, you open your eyes and look at him.

“Are you done?” He asks, a fake annoyed expression on his face. You’d describe it as pouty.

“Mhm” you bite back a smile, allowing your eyes to find his lips. The look you give him, makes him week. “Oh? Now you want me to kiss you? After all that?” He asks playfully. You wanted to keep teasing him, only because he just looks so cute right now.

“Jae… the chapstick is basically on your chin-“

But alas, he wouldn’t let you, instead he connects your lips to his. The chapstick effectively coating your lips.

Phone and chapstick long forgotten, you lean into him, holding his face in your palms. The sudden desperation makes him smile. Grabbing ahold of your thighs and pulling you down the bed a bit. Your head hits the pillow and your back is now fully pressed into the bed instead of the headboard. “Are you in the mood?” He mumbles into you, his hands grabbing at the skin of your upper thigh.

How could you not be in the mood- you’ve been in the mood since he walked out of the bathroom with that stupid tight, black t-shirt, hugging his arms-

“Are you?” You ask, breathlessly when he pulls away. His knees on either side of you, feeling up and down your body. He only laughs at you question, because you already knew the answers. “You think we can skip prep?” He finally asks as he climbs back over you. “Jaemin, lips please!” You whine, he’s used to this behaviour, so he finds his lips back into yours. Earning a satisfied moan from you.

You can hear the handling of his pants buttons, trying to get himself free as fast as possible. Then, to your utter despair, he pulls away. “You want me to eat you out baby?” His tone was flirtation but at a whisper. A dangerous smile on his face. “You already look like you have” you giggle out. Making jaemin deadpan to you. “That’s a no then? Okay” he shrugs, pulling away- teasing you with the same smile as before. But you know he’s trying to hide it. “Guess you’re not in the mood”

You don’t break, not until he begins re-buttoning his jeans.

“Wait!”

“I knew it, my pretty baby wants me and my chapped lips?”

“Don’t ruined it-“

Not proof read. All the other request are long, so I tried to get a quick one out!!

[famwhy]

Saviour Complex (III)

Yandere! Tangerine X Reader

Act 1 | Act 2 | Act 3

Synopsis: One night, you're pushed straight into an incoming train, causing everything to go black. When your eyes open up once more, you find yourself in a completely different country and face-to-face with your favourite character whose demise was right around the corner. Too attached to the man, you find yourself hatching a plan to save him - unaware of the consequences.

Word Count: 11,699

Act 3 - Loss Results in Gain

The night sky was filled to the brim with numerous stars of which created millions of different patterns that were all unique to those who gazed at them. They twinkled and sparkled, illuminating the world underneath them so effortlessly; so beautifully.

It was the perfect view.

Too bad you couldn't really enjoy it from your current position.

Your fingers curled and your nails dug into Tangerine's skin through his shirt, clinging for dear life. The stars of the night sky whizzed by at rapid speeds as the wind cut through your flesh like the sharp blades you were oh-so-familiar with.

Your whole body was swimming through the air, bobbing up and down as the currents tried desperately to pull you towards what would most certainly be your death. You refused to let it be so, though - opting to cling even tighter onto your favourite character instead.

Said character had a firm grip around Ladybug's leg as the lucky individual held onto the seatbelt in his arms as tightly as he could and used it to gradually pull himself back inside the train.

This enabled Tangerine to pull himself inside too and, as soon as he caught solid ground once more, his arms wound around your own to secure your grip around him before yanking your whole form towards his.

You let out a yelp as the dark colour of the night sky was soon replaced by the glistening silver of the train and the sharp feeling of the wind against you was replaced by a firm chest pressed into your front - pulling you straight into a safe, secure hold.

"You alright there, love?" 

Your head tilted up and your eyes met with a mesmerising pair of blue that never failed to enrapture you and have you absolutely smitten; the actions of the person that the pair belonged to, further flooring you as your heart picked up its pace. Well, it was either the close proximity that quickened your pulse or the pure amount of adrenaline that ran through your veins from such a dangerous situation.

"Yeah."

Wait a minute- it was a little too easy to meet his eyes there.

Wasn't something usually obscuring the top of your vision..?

Something like- your hat!

Your sunhat! Where was your sunhat?!

A light gasp left your lips as your hand reached up to your head, fingers making contact with the texture of your hair instead of the smoother material you were used to; the material that made up your sunhat.

Oh no, did it get sent flying off your head when you were clinging onto Tangerine for dear life?

"Shit."

What about your plan? What would happen to your dear back-up plan that would basically guarantee Tangerine's life?!

You pulled away from the embrace (that you would have usually enjoyed) in a panic, eyes flitting around the room as you searched for your precious accessory and the unloaded gun that was hidden beneath it. It was probably inevitable that you would come up with nothing but if there was even the slightest chance, just the tiniest probability, that you could have dropped it on the train - you had to find it, you just had to!

So you scurried around the carriage, ignoring the sounds of crashing behind you - eyes only focused on one goal: finding your sunhat.

As you searched and searched, the feeling of utter despair clogged your lungs and grew, travelling through your veins to every single muscle in your body; straining them and selfishly consuming you whole, until every cell in your body oozed with it. But even then, a small flame of hope still shone brightly; hope in the form of the next carriage over.

Pushing through the constricting feeling of despair, your body whirled around - landing on the forms of Tangerine and Ladybug, the former of which had an unrelenting hold on the latter - two chopsticks mere moments away from piercing the blonde's eyes. But, quite frankly, you didn't care - and so, with a look of pure determination on your face, you took a few steps back before dashing straight towards them, drawing both of their attentions your way as their eyes widened and their lips parted slightly.

Once you were a few feet away, you pushed against the ground with as much force as you could - leaping straight over the two bodies and landing in the next carriage, the snack carriage, with a quick roll on the ground.

And then, to your utter delight, a familiar peach accessory caught your eye. 

With a gasp, you crouched down and clasped your fingers around the rim, lifting it slightly and feeling relief flood through you, pushing all the previous despair straight out.

There, laying under your hat like it should, was the unloaded gun you carried with you throughout the whole movie.

It seemed like Ladybug passed some of his luck over to you.

A huge grin spread across your lips as you took the gun before placing it on your head and quickly hiding it underneath your sunhat, pushing down on the peach material until it was clamped extremely securely around your scalp.

Once done, you swerved around - meeting with both men laying on the ground as Tangerine held his phone in his hand, a voice coming from the other side.

"The White Death says get off at next stop holding the briefcase or he will kill everyone on that train."

"Okay, yeah, I can make it but uh," Tangerine starts, "Lemon, he's a li'le tied up right now."

"Both of you, this time, with the case, or everyone dies."

The call ended there and Tangerine let out a frustrated sigh.

"Fuckin' paranoid, this lot. You don't happen to have the case on ya, do ya?" He asked Ladybug.

The male let out a hesitant 'no' as a response.

"Yeah, I don't think I'd reach Lemon in time anyway." Sighed the other assassin. "You still got his phone. D'you have a gun on ya?"

Ladybug shook his head. "Don't like 'em."

Your favourite character then turned to you. "What about you, love?"

"Don't like them either." You shook your head from side-to-side.

"Well..." Tangerine then turned back to the other male, pausing a little before saying, in a tone of defeat, "game's up mate.

"For what it's worth," he continued, "you seem like a right fuckin' arsehole and I'm glad you're gonna fuckin' die with me."

Ladybug then pointed at you with a raised brow. "What about her?"

Tangerine turned your way and, almost instantaneously, his hardened gaze grew soft and a small, reassuring smile tugged on his lips. "Not her. Definitely not her."

His words caused your heart to flutter in your chest; the feeling of butterflies, once more, lifting up your stomach and allowing you to send your own, grateful smile back at him.

And then, Ladybug spoke up, "hate to ruin the moment but- just curious, do they even know what Lemon looks like?"

You grinned as he proposed the idea, watching as Tangerine's eyes lit up.

This section of the movie may have seemed hopeless but it really wasn't - it actually led straight into quite the funny segment right after. 

But that didn't come until the train stopped. And, while it cut straight to that scene in the movie, you knew that the characters had to have done some preparation beforehand.

So that then led you here, in one of the many luggage capsules on the train, searching for an identical silver briefcase to the one that belonged to the White Death. Beside you was Tangerine - Ladybug, however, was in another capsule, reducing the time it would take to find one by splitting up. You suggested Tangerine do the same but he refused to leave your side and, while you would usually insist on being fine alone, this was your favourite character you were talking about, of course you would choose not to protest.

You were both currently scurrying through the shelves, side-by-side, searching for that case.

"So, Tangerine?" You started, not too keen on spending this time in silence. 

"Yes, love?"

"You ever..." you searched your thoughts, looking for a question to ask the male, "...had a girlfriend before?"

Of all the things you could have asked, the list of possible questions you would have loved to mention, you just had to say that one, huh?

"Never 'ad the time for one." He answered without a second thought, eyes still scouring the white mini platforms use to stash valuables. "I'm a busy man."

You had to refrain yourself from letting out a triumphant 'yes!' after his words.

He then snuck a glance towards you before narrowing his eyes. "And a dangerous one, though I'm sure you've gathered as much from that call."

You were dangerous too. And deadly. You were both - once upon a time. There was once a past where you could call a gun your best friend; a pal you took along with you almost everywhere; a buddy you trusted with your life.

But that time had long since passed.

You still ran from it to this day.

Even if your legs were rendered immobile, torn off by some sort of vengeful spirit coming back to haunt you for your past, you would still crawl away. You would make sure that distance between you and what once was grew further and further and further.

"What about you, love?" Tangerine brought you back with his lovely cockney accent. "You 'ad any past dick'eads I need to know about?"

You?

Well, similarly to Tangerine, you had never really thought of love much. Despite being a hopeless romantic when it came to your favourite character, you couldn't say you ever had any crushes. Besides, who needed love when you had your beloved sister by your side? Annoying her every day was good enough for you.

"Nope. Never really thought about it." You shook your head from side-to-side.

"What about now? Are you thinking about it now?"

"Are you?"

He didn't respond.

But that was enough to tell you that it did cross his mind - a thought which caused a burst of ecstasy to flood through your veins - traversing until it hit every nerve in your body and heightened all your senses.

To be considered as a future lover to such a handsome man with a voice you could listen to for hours on end and never grow sick of - it was just such an honour.

If Lena were here, she would roll her eyes and claim you to be an absolutely hopeless case - which you were but nevermind that.

"Hey, Tangerine?" You called out again and earned a 'hmm?' In response. "Your brother... what's he like?"

"Lemon? 'e's a bloody bell-end."

You snorted at the answer.

"Too obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine at 'is big age." The male rolled his eyes - then, the next moment, his brows furrowed and his lips tugged down in a more serious expression. "Though, earlier, 'e seemed to be really skeptical of a Diesel on this train."

Yeah, The Prince.

"I don't know if 'e's talking straight out of 'is arse though."

"Well..." you trailed off a little, "does he usually do that kind of thing?"

"What? Read people? Beg your pardon- all the fuckin' time."

"And is he usually right?"

"Yeah...?" He rose a brow, fully turning towards you now.

That was when you decided to push against the ground and spring up from your crouching position, hands dusting your knees off before trailing upwards and landing on the handsome male's waistcoat. They then slowly inched their way up to his tie, wrapping around the silk material and tugging very slightly.

"Then," you started, your lips slowly forming a smile as your eyes found the swirling blue seas that belonged to him, "you should trust him and be a bit more cautious."

His hands then slowly rose up, rough fingers touching the back of your hand before they slowly cupped over your own with a level of tender, love and care you couldn't fathom coming from him.

Though your actions seemed confident on the outside - on the inside, your brain pretty much just short-circuited as Tangerine drew closer to you; lips moving from inches away, to centimetres away, to millimeters away... and then - finally - closing the distance between the two of you.

His kiss was gentle at first, but it didn't take long for it to grow more rabid, one of his hands moving from its position to make its way over to the back of your neck and further push you into him. The other hand fell to one of your legs and hooked around the underside of your knee before pulling it upwards and pressing you right up against his body.

The pure amount of heat that radiated off both of your forms was so overwhelming, you had to pull away and let out a breath. This allowed you to get a good view of the half-lidded eyes of your favourite character before you, glazed over in lust as they stayed trained on your form.

Then, your ears perked up as the sound of the automatic doors opening caused you to fling yourself out of Tangerine's grasp and onto the other side of the cart. Just in time too, for the next moment, Ladybug stood there with a silver briefcase, looking identical to the one that held the ransome money, in his grasp.

"I found a case, guys." He looked proud of himself, holding the case up with a huge grin spread from one side of his face to the other. 

His grin then faltered a little, probably due to the way no one responded - what with you being too busy coughing and refraining from making any sort of eye-contact with you-know-who while said person merely smirked your way.

"Guys? Why aren't you saying anything?" The blonde asked, causing Tangerine to roll his eyes.

"Well, what d'you want us to say?" He scoffed. "Well-fucking-done mate. Now we're one step closer to not getting fucked in the arsehole by the White Death." He said with heavy sarcasm.

"You know, you-" Ladybug narrowed his eyes, "-need to learn to control that temper of yours."

"And you need a foot shoved up your arse, you fuckin' bell-end." Tangerine grit his teeth and you saw the way his muscles tensed as he slowly stopped leaning against the wall.

It was probably best to stop this before they end up missing the next stop.

"Gentleman, gentleman, please." You rose both of your hands, getting between the two. "We need to work together so that we don't all end up dying on this train."

"I would love to, dahlin', but this fucking dick'ead isn't exactly making it any easier."

"Well, you're not exactly a delight to deal with yourself."

"Guys." You hissed.

Thankfully, they finally let up; and just in time too - for, not even a second longer, the train was put to a stop.

You all shared a glance.

"Let's run over the plan one more time, guys." Ladybug started.

"Yeah, yeah I know." Scoffed Tangerine. "Act like you're Lemon and show the don the briefcase then be done with it." He then turned towards you. "Stay inside, love, best he don't see you."

Like hell you were going to miss your front row seats to your favourite movie. 

"Alright, let's go."

As soon as they stepped off the train, you waited a little before popping your head out very slightly.

"...twins..."

Your brows furrowed as you found yourself unable to make out any words - thus choosing to lean your head out a little more.

"...got the case..."

Maybe just a little more.

"Hm?"

Unfortunately, you seemed to have peeked your head out a little too much because, before you even knew it, the henchman noticed you and announced your presence.

"Who is she? Is she one of yours? You know it not good to bring your woman on job like this."

"Yeah? Well, who she is doesn't concern you." The brown-haired male narrowed his gaze with one hand held up, drawing the Russian's attention away from you almost protectively. "I'll ask again, now what?"

The Russian male took a few steps forward. "Still take the train to Kyoto Station."

"Mhm. Yep, okay, we can do that. Wonderful." Tangerine responded, beginning to make his way back over to you.

"Hey!"

The yell caused all three of you to turn to the Russian.

"Have you opened the case?"

"No, o'course not." The British male was quick to deny. "D'ya know what? I never asked for the combination, ya know what I mean? Keepin' it safe that way."

And then, stupidly, in the most rubbish British accent ever, Ladybug lifted the briefcase and said, "yeah, so no one gets greedy," before spinning the digits and getting the perfect combination to the fake briefcase, causing it to fling open as a bunch of inappropriate toys fell out.

The scene played out just like it had in the movie and you couldn't help it anymore, you bursted straight out into laughter, doubling over and clutching your stomach as both males dashed into the train straight away.

Tangerine then turned to Ladybug with a look that further caused your laughter to increase tenfold.

"Agh," the 'unlucky' individual groaned, "I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

"Haha- you-" you spoke between laughter, "-you! Ha!"

"-I, I have this bad luck thing and-"

"Oh, is that what you call it?" Tangerine rose a brow. "So... why the- what was that? Why did you even bother trying?"

"I was trying to sell it, I was trying-"

"Well, I don't think they were in the market for fuckin' dildos and panty'ose, were they?"

"Nah but, they were buying it." The blonde groaned, clenching his fists and throwing his head up. "I had 'em."

They both then turned to your form that remained doubled over with laughter.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just-" you held out one hand, the other remaining on your stomach to support you. "C'mon, haha, the comedic timing there was just too perfect."

Tangerine then placed his fists on his hips, eyes narrowing as they looked at you akin to the way a mother would look at their child when scolding them; before saying, "you, dahlin', still need to explain why you peeked out like that."

You then started hacking up a little, inhaling through your nose slowly with pauses in-between so as to calm yourself down from the fit of laughter you just dove head-first into.

The last time you had a laugh that hard was when your sister first tried flirting with a guy, ending up very awkwardly threatening him into giving her his number which later turned out to be the wrong number anyway. It was hilarious to witness but she begged to differ.

"You know you could have died because of that stunt you pulled?" Tangerine frowned. "In fact, you could've died from that time you jumped on me earlier."

Oh right, when you thought you saw the Boomslang snake.

"I didn't though." You gave him a quick, carefree grin.

"It doesn't matter if you didn't," he dismissed your words, "you could've. You're too careless, don't you get scared for your life?"

The words struck a nerve in you, eyes widening as your muscles stiffened and you froze completely in place; as though you were just incased in ice.

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"You're too careless! It'll cost us the mission and your life! What would I do then, huh? Without you?!"

Lena screamed at you in frustration, hands clenching down on your shoulders so hard, her nails dug into your skin and drew blood - not that it was recognisable beside the copious amount of blood that was already there; blood that wasn't even yours.

"Relax, I didn't die." You waved a hand over your form, smile as carefree as ever. "See?"

"You could've though, you could've." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she rested her head against your collarbone, soaking your dark clothes even further than they were already.

"Shh."

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"-ove?! Y/n!" 

You were shaken out of your state by the pair of hands on your shoulders, different to the way your sister would dig into them to try to clench onto the last bit of sanity she had left - way softer than that.

"Are you alright?" The beautiful hues of your favourite character greeted you with a glint of concern and that same care he allowed you to feel in his touch earlier.

Were you alright?

No, you weren't, and you probably wouldn't be until you were a hundred percent certain he wouldn't die; until you saw him and his brother reunite with the most relieved expressions in the world.

But until then, you supposed one little hug wouldn't hurt.

And so, you looped your arms around his neck and leaned your head against his chest, hearing and feeling the beat against it. A rhythm which soothed your nerves and allowed you - if just for a moment - to forget your circumstance.

It wasn't long before his arms wound around your waist and he pressed you up against him once more - this time, though, the heat radiating off of him was less sensual and more... comforting.

Soon, however, your little moment was put to a stop as the train started to slow down once more before completely halting as the doors opened.

Ladybug stood there; a little bloody, courtesy of your favourite character, and with a soft look on his face as the smile he previously had on faltered. 

"You know what's waiting for us in Kyoto?" He asked.

"Mhm." Tangerine responded as you pulled away.

"We should just get off this train. Now."

The brown-haired male rose a brow. "If you think I'm stepping off this train without Lemon or the case, you must be mistaken."

"Okay, well, the case is in the first class lounge, it's behind the bar - it's in the trash can. It's yours." The blonde was quick to accept his words. "Me? I'm getting off, I'm gonna go find a temple and reevaluate my choices or something."

He started walking in the direction of the door and you watched as Tangerine moved in front of him to block his path. "Ooh, that sounds very lovely but here's the deal: I still need a fall guy."

Your lips twitched up in amusement as Brad Pitt let out a sigh. This guy was super unlucky, but, at the same time, he was incredibly lucky too. It was clever how the movie played into that though - another reason why you loved it so much.

"Ah, shit." He cussed after a sigh. "I have to be the fall guy... no I understand - I get it."

"It's a bit of a conundrum really, 'cause, y'know, I'm thinking, 'do I hand him back in one piece or do I chop ya up into little pieces and stuff you inside a fucking Momomon or not?' That's what's going through my head right now."

"Mhm." Ladybug nodded. "Or..."

"Oh what? You got a be'er idea, do ya?"

"Y'know, between us right now is just a wall, but it's an illusion, man, it's a construct. Y'know? 'Cause within that wall... sits a window, a window of opportunity- dammit, it's a door. It's a- within that wall... is a door." He fumbled over his words but only the keen eye would be able to observe the way his eyes stayed glued to his watch - counting down the time it took for the door to close, if you remembered correctly.

'Why was he counting down the time it took for the door to close?' One might wonder.

"I'm finding it very hard to follow this story."

Why, because of this of course.

"My point is: that door is closing."

In an instant, he pulled his legs up with his upper body strength before slamming them straight into Tangerine and kicking him out of the train just as the doors closed - effectively getting rid of his problem if only temporarily.

Why did you say it was temporarily? Well, because Tangerine was able to achieve the impossible in the movie and jumped onto the train while it was moving.

Incredible, truly incredible.

He was just so amazing and so perfect and so dreamy-

"Y'know," your moment of gushing over Tangerine was put to a halt when Ladybug's voice reached your ears. "You should probably get off soon too. It's not safe here, though I'm assuming you already know that, huh?"

Ah, right, he caught you with a gun when you first went on the train - he definitely knew something was up with you.

"I have... a few things to do first."

Those things included finding the revolver Tangerine would later take; unknowing of the fact that it would cause his own undoing.

See, earlier, you came to a realisation.

Tangerine never had the gun on him initially.

How did you come to this conclusion?

Well, when he asked if you or Ladybug had a gun on yourselves - you safely concluded the fact that he, himself, didn't have one on his person. Why? Because he handed it to Lemon earlier on.

And if he handed it to Lemon earlier on, then your best bet on finding it was to find Lemon after he fell unconscious from drinking the water that Ladybug tampered with. That way, you were able to replace it with your pistol quick and easy.

You probably glossed over this detail in the movie. It was a good thing you figured it out now though - that could've ended in a huge disaster.

Just the thought of Tangerine's expression shifting into a scowl, eyes narrowing and staring at your form in contempt as he yelled cusses at you for bumping into him had your heart clenching and your chest constricting; completely stopping you from breathing.

Good thing you didn't have to go through that.

There was still one problem though, your gun was quite obviously missing the cartridge at the bottom. If Tangerine saw it, he'd know it wasn't loaded and he would look for other means to kill The Prince which you had no doubt would end up in him dying anyway.

Think, Y/N, think! 

Where else could you find the cartridge of a gun?

You came across The Prince and Kimura earlier, both of which had a gun but, if you were completely honest, the probability you would find it again was low.

Who else did you meet on the train with a gun?

Then, as though a switch flipped on in your head, you suddenly remembered something.

Lemon had a gun before Ladybug knocked him out earlier. You even witnessed the blonde stash it away on one of the top shelves of the carriage.

If you could reach it and take out the cartridge before emptying all the bullets out, you could attach the empty cartridge to the gun you had and be able to make it seem like it was a loaded gun.

With that plan in mind, you finally set off to where you wished to go; though that wasn't before you noticed that Ladybug was already gone. You probably spent way too long in your thoughts there. You developed that problem ever since... you left your previous job.

Your head shook from side-to-side, dismissing your thoughts as both of your hands rose up to clutch onto the ridge of your beloved sunhat, footsteps echoing down the mostly empty carriages.

The White Death claimed to have bought each and every ticket on the train so that it would be empty by the time it reached Kyoto - you were pretty sure even the staff weren't present at Kyoto. A pretty powerful man, he was.

But nevermind that, you were nearing the quiet carriage.

You stepped through the automatic doors before making your way over to the dead body of The Son which now had spit lying on his face and clothes. You didn't know how it got there, must've been another thing you glossed over in the movie.

But, again, that was irrelevant. 

So, with another shake of your head, you dismissed your thoughts before lifting one leg up onto the seat and pushing down against it, sending the rest of your body up and quickly latching your hands onto the metal platforms that were used to hold luggage above seating areas.

Once you caught ahold of it, you peered through to find the firearm.

Luckily, you didn't have to search for too long as it showed up right in front of your very eyes.

After taking a deep breath, you released the grip of one of your hands to reach out for the pistol, palm growing slightly sweaty as it shook. Thankfully, however, it was much less of a reaction than before. You didn't know if you should really be thankful for it though; it meant that you were getting used to holding the damned thing again; and you never wanted to get used to holding it ever again.

Another sigh left your lips as you hopped down, guns now laying on both of your shaking hands.

You were quick with your next movements; not wanting to hold that wretched, loaded weapon in your hands for any longer than necessary. The cartridge was out of the gun and unloaded within mere moments before you tossed the empty gun back up and took off your sunhat to click the empty cartridge into place before stashing the gun you had back on top of your head.

Once you successfully completed your little side quest, you moved on to try to find Lemon's unconscious body - something which was not a hard feat to accomplish at all; what, considering the fact that his blood created a trail on the floor that led you straight to him.

He was hidden in one of the toilets, the door shut tight using metal wires - nothing too hard to deal with, you had it open in no time.

Inside, you found the unconscious bodies of both Kimura and Lemon, each one coated in their own blood, sticky and overall unpleasant to look at. 

You were never really fond of the crimson substance; always opting for the less messy ways to get the job done. If there wasn't a need to spill crimson, you saw no point in doing so; no point in making your actions more disgusting than they already were. No point in inflicting more pain than necessary.

But that was in the past. Right now, you were looking at blood that wasn't caused by you.

Carefully, you lifted Lemon's body up, wincing a little at how heavy he was before propping him against the wall temporarily - vision locked on the revolver in Kimura's hand.

It wasn't long before the empty pistol you had went from being on top of your head to being in Kimura's hand instead and the revolver that was previously there to now laying ontop of both your unsteady palms.

You clicked the barrel out of place instantly shaking all the bullets out of place before you clicked it back into place.

After that, you sat there for a while, just letting out a few deep breaths to calm yourself down a little. Holding two loaded guns within the span of a few minutes wasn't doing your heart any wonders.

The sound of faint thuds against the ground put an abrupt halt to your rest time, causing you to shoot up in alarm. 

Tangerine was coming.

Shit!

Quickly, you grabbed all the bullets scattered across the ground and your head frantically looked from side-to-side to find somewhere you could hide them.

The footsteps grew louder and so did your heartbeat, no hiding spots for bullets in sight. So, you did what only a moron would think of doing.

You stuffed the bullets into your mouth and jumped up, heading straight for the tiny compartment to the opposite side of the toilets after slamming the door shut. Once you were cramped inside, you pulled the curtains shut just as the sound of the automatic doors opening made its way to your ears.

Well, guess your plan to stall Ladybug went down the drain.

The taste of copper on your tongue was hard to describe but it was definitely not pleasant in the least and had your whole face scrunching up as Tangerine walked by.

As soon as he was gone, you spat them all out and rose both hands to your mouth to begin scraping the flavour off your tongue.

Gross.

You didn't leave your hidey-hole though.

Why?

Well... because of the fact that the same pair of footsteps that left were heading straight back.

Seemed like he found Lemon's blood trail.

The sound of the restroom door opening again instantly brought your mind to the scene in the movie. The look on his face when he saw his brother laying down and felt no pulse. The way he refrained from crying, eyes buldging out as he took off his gold necklace and placed it around his brother's neck instead.

Such a saddening scene that beckoned tears straight out of your eyes.

Even now, hearing his wavered sigh for what was probably the twelfth time as he tried to keep himself from crying, was enough to make you cup a hand over your mouth to refrain from letting out any noise, heart aching a little in your chest.

Then he sniffled and the sound of a phone vibrating made itself known to your ears.

Well, if you weren't able to carry out your plan to stall Ladybug then you might as well follow after Tangerine to check if your back-up will work.

With that thought in mind, you ran straight behind him as the automatic doors opened up, quickly hiding behind seats as he picked up his phone and held it to his ear, not bothering with a greeting. 

"You have been lying to me, my friend."

It was the White Death.

"Ooh, cat's out the bag now i'nn'it?" His tone was sarcastic but held no life to it, like his whole world came crashing down on him.

"You were responsible for keeping my son safe, for keeping my money safe."

As he moved, you jumped to the next sets of seats straight after him; being sure to keep him in your line of sight as you tried desperately to catch a glimpse of the gun in his hand.

You just needed to confirm if it was the pistol or not.

"You know, I don't know a thing or two about being a parent but you know what I would do, being that it's your son, and your money," he started, voice still dead even as he emphasised the word 'your', "I'd stop crying about your dead wife, get on with your fuckin' lazy arse, come 'ere and finish the job yourself.

"But as we're having a bi' of a heart-to-heart," he continued, "got a couple things to tell ya. Your son's a complete bell-end and a fucking deserves to be bleeding out of 'is eye sockets and as for your case, I haven't seen it since Tokyo and I 'ope someone's fucking found it, put it all on red, and they're having a fucking wonderful time."

The pressure of his job and the death of his brother all fell on him at once in that moment and if you thought you could tell during the movie, you sure as hell knew even better now, seeing it happen right in front of you.

"I will meet you at Kyoto Station."

"Oh how wonderful, I can't fucking wait."

"I want to look in your eyes when I kill you... and your brother."

Tangerine fell silent after that and your eyes softened, feeling the devastation that radiated off of him. The loss of a sibling always hurt, you could definitely empathise.

After a little while of silence, he finally mustered up the courage to speak again. "My brother..."

He sighed.

And then, he turned, luckily it was to the side of seats you weren't hidden behind. Well, it wasn't really luck as much as it was a calculated move on your end considering the fact that you watched the movie enough times to know which way he would turn.

But that was irrelevant.

"Well then, rush hour's rollin' quite nicely, uh, what's your plan, mate? You gonna fuckin' waltz up here and blow my brains out in front of a whole fucking carriage of witnesses?"

He did another turn as he said those words, causing you to instantly duck down to avoid his gaze before popping back up after a few seconds.

"There is no one left on that train-"

You were cut off from hearing the rest of what the White Death had to say as Tangerine moved over to the next carriage, instantly causing you to leap over the many seats in your way before you went to the capsule between the two carriages and pressed your ear up against the wall to try to continue listening.

You believed this was finally the second scene where he would encounter The Prince.

"And then this lady showed up and-"

"'Ang on, what lady?"

"I don't know, this- this woman in a peach sunhat."

What the hell?! Was this little bitch trying to turn your beloved favourite character against you?!

You clenched your jaw, grinding your upper and lower sets of teeth against each other as your eyes clouded over in rage.

If that little cunt thought for a second that she could chat shit about you to your favourite character to change his view of you - she had another thing coming.

...okay, maybe you were overreacting a little. Besides, you were pretty sure Tangerine spent enough time with you by now to be skeptical of the bullshit The Prince was spewing.

Any more of that rage and you would have let it blind you. Your days of rage blinding you were long gone.

Anyways, it was probably about time you headed into the carriage.

"-you dirty, li'le Diesel!"

Those words... you remembered hearing those words when you first watched the movie, witnessing his expression shift as he tried desperately to hold back any tears threatening to flow down his face; thoughts of, what looked to him like, his brother's dead body flashing through his eyes so clearly, it almost seemed real. 

You deeply commended Aaron Taylor-Johnson for that tremendous performance.

"Oh my god, mister, please help me!" 

The words that followed after were spoken by a more feminine voice and caused your eyes to instantly widen as you barged straight into the carriage; moving so fast that a light breeze passed by. 

The automatic doors opened to let you see The Prince stood there while two males wrestled for control over the gun - Ladybug and Tangerine.

Then, a resounding 'click!' echoed through the carriage.

And, to your absolute, utter relief, no red substance sprayed out of the character you loved so much's neck.

"Is this gun not even fuckin' loaded?"

They both stared at the pistol incredulously, probably not registering the ridiculous situation they were the participants of.

Meanwhile, your head tilted forward and you let out a huge sigh of relief. Unfortunately, this sigh of relief came with a risk; a moment of weakness, if you would.

You felt it before it registered; the metal that slid down your scalp, cool against your skin and causing your face to scrunch up as it bumped against your nose before falling to the ground with a 'clang!'.

You blinked as all three gazes landed on you.

"Is that... a gun?" 

"Y/N..." Tangerine called out to you, eyes holding an emotion you never wanted to see him look at you with. "...you didn't..?"

"I would never." You shook your head violently, vigorously and with a sense of franticness like no other. "At least... not anymore."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" He raised his voice and you winced, watching the hysteria that clouded his eyes. "Y/N, what type of bollocks have you told me?! You said you didn't like guns! You had one on you this whole time?!"

"It's not loaded, look!" With a quick jerk of your foot, you sent the firearm sliding against the floor to be picked up by Tangerine and observed. "I don't like loaded guns. I would never use one to hurt you, directly or indirectly."

His chest heaved up and down, eyes near bulging out from how hard he seemed to try to keep in his tears; to not seem weak in front of a bunch of killers. But at least he was breathing, at least he was alive.

You accomplished your mission.

"I need an explanation." His eyes met yours, hysteria still clouding them but, it also looked like his pupils were cracked in two; as though his heart was broken.

"I would like one too." Ladybug piped in but you paid him little mind.

"I guess I am overdue for an explanation, huh?"

ㅤ

"Become assassins?" Lena gave you an incredulous look, utter disbelief shining through her gaze. "Y/N, we can't."

​​"We have to." You sat beside her, placing one hand on her back. "We're short on money and this is the perfect thing to pick us back up again."

She said nothing.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. Leave it all to me. I'm your big sister, I'll make you sure you never end up on the streets."

ㅤ

"What's this job for again?" One of your fingers rose up to your scalp, itching from underneath the silk material of your glove.

"Aren't you the one who received the briefings before forwarding them to me?" Lena narrowed her eyes at you, one of her hands wound firmly around the handle of a revolver as the index and thumb of her other hand loaded it up with bullets.

"Yeah, but I never really read them." You shrugged, sending her a little smirk.

In response to your carelessness, she let out a sigh before saying, in a tone of exasperation, "and you're supposed to be the older one."

​​​​​"Aww, don't be mad just cause I came out the womb two years before you, lil' sis."

"You are absolutely unbelievable."

Her annoyance merely drew a chuckle out of your lips, the corners of your eyes crinkling up in your mirth.

Teasing your little sister was just what you did.

"Our target is the five foot-six guy surrounded by the guards. They never leave his side so we're gonna need a distraction to be able to pick 'em off one by one." Your sister shifted her head down, directing your gaze straight through the gaps of the vent you were hidden in to land on a smug-looking male sat at a desk.

"Looks like a prick."

"He is a prick, that's why we were hired to take him down."

"Well, lucky for you," your lips tugged up even further as you spoke, "I'm the queen of distractions."

She rolled her eyes at your antics but chose not to say any more. You took that as cue to swing into action.

And swing into action you did, for, the next second, you grabbed the metal pipe attached to the top of the vent before pushing down on the hatch with as much force as you could, sending it flying open. You then released the metal pipe before quickly wrapping your fingers around the gaps of the hatchet as you appeared right before the gentlemen's eyes.

You were greeted with a blinding flash of light that caused you to squint and your eyes to sting as you let out a groan. "Agh! Fucking hate getting the sun in my eyes!"

It took you a few seconds to adjust to the new lighting but once you did, you were finally able to see the hung-open jaws that belonged to the men underneath you - the sight causing your infamous smirk to make its way back onto your face.

"It's showtime, boys!"

ㅤ

"Here."

Your eyes trailed down, landing on the box held out to you with an inquisitive look.

​​​​​"We're not gonna make it home in time to celebrate your birthday so here's your gift."

You almost couldn't help the smile that fought its way onto your face, softening your eyes as your hand reached out for the box and slowly lifted open the lid.

Inside was a peach sunhat made of a rigid material that kept it upright. A light blue ribbon wound all around it and was tied up as a bow on the side, adding to the pleasing yet simplistic look of it.

"You're always complaining about the sun in your eyes so-"

You couldn't control the waterworks that came bursting out of your eyes the next second - years of bottled up emotions spilling over in just that one moment; the next was spent wrapping your arms around your sibling and dragging her into a suffocating hug as you whispered,

​​​​​​"Thank you... so much."

ㅤ

"I can't do it anymore, Lena. I can't." You buried your head straight into your hands, voice wavering with each word.

​​​"Hey, hey. It's okay." She placed a hand over your back, gently patting it. "If you can't do it anymore then we don't have to. Let's leave it all behind. We can start anew. Somewhere they won't find us. It's okay."

Though she was comforting you, the gap in your fingers allowed you to peer through them and see the tears that flowed down her own face, eyes swirling in pure relief.

You were finally going to leave this horrendous job.

ㅤ

"You worked with your sister?" Tangerine questioned, brows furrowed but eyes softening nonetheless.

"Yeah, I did. I was- we were- I-"

The tears started to gather in your eyes before you could even process them. They piled up until they could no longer do so; until they spilled over onto your cheeks 

Your sister... would you ever be able to see her again?

"You know what's funny?" You sniffled, gathering yourself up enough to refrain from spluttering. "I'm the older one and yet she was the one always taking care of me."

It was silent for a moment, no one saying a word. They were probably shocked and appalled by what you did previously, weren't they?

No, they couldn't be. You were speaking straight out of your arse. They were all killers too, they didn't have a right to judge you.

No one but your sister could do that.

"I miss her." Your voice wavered as you grabbed the ridge of your hat and pulled it down to obscure your eyes.

Soon, however, your elbows were pushed right up against your chest and another pair of arms wrapped straight around your person. 

"I understand how you feel."

No he didn't. His sibling was still alive; still with him. He just didn't know it yet.

"I supposed this all explains why you weren't at all bothered when I had that phone call in front o' ya and how unfazed you were by all the violence." He thought aloud.

"Hey, man, if it makes you feel any better, I feel the exact same way." Smiled Ladybug.

"I'm sorry?" 

Her voice cut through the air, faking the fear that echoed after it.

And then, the arms around you were no longer there.

"You fuckin' Diesel." The handsome male spat the sentence out with pure venom, hands clenching into fists as he glared at the girl. "You killed my brother!"

No later than a second after he shouted those words did he lunge at her, bloodlust swirling in those beautiful blue eyes of his.

However, before he could get anywhere near her, Ladybug grabbed her and pulled her behind him while you lunged after Tangerine and locked your arms around his waist, pulling in the opposite direction to him.

"Dahlin', I really don't want to hurt you so how 'bout you let go and let me deal with that dir'y, li'le Diesel!" He practically snarled at both Ladybug and The Prince while trying to rip out of your hold.

"You and your brother are both loonies that call innocent people Diesels as an excuse to murder them, dude! Calm down!" Ladybug widened his stance, hiding the younger girl behind him.

You felt the force Tangerine was exhibiting against you grow tenfold after the words of his rival. "Don't you dare talk about Lemon like that! I'll gut you alive, you fuckin' bell-end!"

"Let's all just sit down and calm down for a bit, yeah?" You let out a little nervous laugh, glancing over your shoulder to the previous carriage.

"She made Lemon bleed! Nobody makes Lemon bleed! You expect me to just sit down and leave her be?!" Scoffed the extremely aggressive male.

While you knew that The Prince was indeed Lemon's 'killer', you also were aware of the fact that you weren't supposed to know that. So as much as you have liked to let him have at her, you chose not to in spirit of not looking extremely suspicious. Or, at least, not to Tangerine or Ladybug. The Prince herself would probably end up being suspicious of you since you saw what she was like earlier when she ordered Kimura to kill you.

But, she couldn't reveal any of that without exposing herself so it wasn't too much of a problem.

"No, I don't-" you spoke firmly and with a certain sense of resilience about you, "-but, I do know that Ladybug would never let you hurt her so it would just be a waste of your time. Let's just all sit down and figure this out, okay?"

Suddenly, the resistance fighting against you faded away, causing your own muscles to relax. He must've relented, you thought.

Keyword: thought.

The next second, you felt a tug and luckily, you were quick enough to react - enhanced reflexes allowing you to flex your muscles once more and restrict the man in your arms quite harshly, nails digging into his sides.

"Agh! Fuck me!" He cussed before throwing two of his hands up in the air and giving up on pulling against you once more. "Alright, alright. I'm done."

With one raised brow and a skeptical glare, you unwound your arms from around his waste, leaving them hovering over for a few more seconds before finally withdrawing after seeing no movement whatsoever.

Once you withdrew, he turned around, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back, straight towards the capsules between the previous carriage and the Momonga one you were just in.

As soon as you were both inside the capsule, he slammed your body against the side, pinning you there.

Being at such a close proximity to him finally let you see the pure amount of distress that swirled in his eyes; the frustration and hurt in his mesmerising hues. He was lost, lost without his sibling.

Maybe you should tell him that Lemon was fine?

Take him back to his brother and wait for the male to wake up from that very heavy dose of the drug mixed into his water; a dose which was so heavy, it stopped his heartbeat temporarily.

If you told Tangerine all of that though, there was no doubt in your mind that he would find you extremely suspicious for knowing such things in so much detail too.

It was probably best to wait for Kimura's father, The Elder, to board the train.

A sudden burst of hot air against your lips caused your clouded eyes to clear up and finally see the fact that Tangerine had neared your lips.

You barely had enough time to react as he pressed his against your own, pushing you up against the wall and pressing his body up against yours like he had done the first time.

Your eyes fluttered close and you enjoyed it for just a few seconds before they opened once more as you frowned.

The heat this time wasn't coming off of both of you, no. Instead, it only seemed to come off him and it was in no way sensual - instead, feeling like it was coming from his anger and frustration.

It felt wrong.

So, you tapped his shoulders a few times before he finally pulled away, panting a little with a small glare directed at the ground. Soon, however, it faded away and his head tilted back up towards yours.

"Beg your pardon. Sorry, love. I wasn't thinking much there."

The fact that he cared enough to apologise was enough to make you swoon.

"It's alright, let's go take a seat and collect ourselves, okay?" You smiled.

He nodded after your words, agreeing wholeheartedly with what you were saying.

And then, the both of you made your way back to the economy seats, sitting beside each other with different thoughts plaguing your minds.

Soon, the train would stop and Ladybug would try getting off but be unable to when The Prince pretends to have her bag stuck on a seat and begs him not to leave her.

Speaking of those two, they entered the cart after a while of you just sitting with Tangerine; the male's gaze immediately having hardened after landing on the two.

Then, the train reached a stop and you watched as Ladybug immediately made a beeline towards the door. Before he could reach it however, Tangerine used the seats to propel himself forward and land in front of the blonde with his arms crossed.

"Oh no, you are not leaving with her." Your favourite character scowled.

"Dude, what is your problem?" Ladybug threw his hands up.

"My problem is that my brother is six-fucking-foot under and the White Death is on my fuckin' arse about his son and his money!" The other assassin practically hissed the last part out through gritted teeth, venom coating his tongue.

You let out a sigh. This scene definitely didn't happen in the movie; but, you supposed that saving a character that was originally meant to be killed off would definitely drastically change the plot in some way.

Soon, the doors to the train closed and both males made their way back to their seats; one with an exasperated sigh and the other with rage seeping off of him.

You watched as Tangerine clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes in The Prince's direction, looking like he wanted to kill her with just his gaze.

"You really hate her?" You asked, breaking the prolonged silence between you two.

"Of course I do, she killed my brother."

His response had you biting your bottom lip, brows furrowing and gaze drifting off to the side.

Oh how badly you wished to tell him his brother was fine; that he didn't, in fact, relate with you losing your sister. It would be so lovely to see both of the males reunite with a hug, tears pricking at least one of their eyes because they thought the other was dead. 

Soon, Y/N, soon.

Just wait for when The Elder boarded the train, then you could finally see the scene you had been longing to witness ever since you first watched the movie.

For now, though, a little comfort should be fine.

With that thought in mind, your hand found its way to his arm and trailed downwards, slowly prying his fingers open before slotting your own digits between his and giving his hand a firm squeeze. The cold metal of his gold rings sent shivers down your spine; pleasant ones.

He tensed for a moment before his hardened gaze landed on your form for a few seconds, gazing into your eyes before letting his own soften as his muscles relaxed and he reciprocated your gesture with a firm, but gentle, squeeze of his own.

The action brought a smile onto your lips and you leaned in to place a light peck on his cheek.

Unfortunately, the moment was then ruined when a posh accent made its way to both of your ears and had Tangerine whipping his head back in the direction of the young girl and unlucky/lucky man.

The next thing you knew, his hand completely slipped out of your grasp and he stood up completely, fixing his collar before angrily strutting down the hall and scoffing as he said, "I can't fuckin' sit in the same bloody carriage as that li'le shit."

You stood up and called out to him but he refused to stop and continued walking off.

Just as you were about to scooch out from between the seat and table, Ladybug shook his head before speaking up himself. "Leave him be, he prolly needs time to cool off."

You frowned before relenting and sitting back down.

Guess now you just had to wait for The Elder to get on at the next stop.

Except... that didn't happen.

Instead, the train completely sped by the stop he was meant to board it on; doors not even giving a single sign of opening.

You sat up in alarm. So did Ladybug.

"Why didn't it stop?" He asked, looking at you in alarm.

"I don't know." Your wide eyes landed on his own pair, both of you gazing at each other in shock.

"What's going on? Why didn't we stop?" The Prince was the next one to voice her thoughts, though she was just echoing what you were already thinking.

This never happened in the movie.

The train was meant to stop there.

The Elder was meant to board and everyone was meant to have a little interaction before The Prince ran off and both The Elder and Ladybug discovered that Lemon and Kimura weren't really dead.

Why wasn't that happening?

What was going on?

Did you- did you mess up the plot?

Was keeping Tangerine alive really such a drastic change?

Shaking your head, you rushed over to the other side of the carriage, eyes immediately looking out the window.

The view of an incoming stop greeted you on the other side of the window. Specifically, the last stop - Kyoto.

But... how was that possible?

The train wasn't due to arrive at Kyoto until another good 10 minutes or so. How had you already arrived?

Well, you said 'arrived' but the train, once again, hadn't even stopped; zooming straight passed Kyoto Station where all the White Death's men were stationed along with the White Death himself.

Due to Kyoto being the final stop and the train not being intended to go any further, there was a barricade right in front of it. A barricade which it crashed straight through.

Although this did happen in the original movie, it happened after the White Death boarded the train - not before he could even get on! Furthermore, there was the fact that Lemon was the one to cause the train to keep going but, you were pretty sure he was still unconscious right now.

So then... who was causing the train to keep going?

Alright, Y/N, now would be a good time to recall your knowledge of the movie.

Was it even reliable at this point?

Up until now you had your knowledge to constantly fall back on but, seeing as what just happened was not in the movie whatsoever, could you use it anymore?

For the first time since transporting into the movie, you had no clue what was going on.

And it terrified you.

Your hands shook and your vision grew blurry, the hold you had on the world slipping from between your fingertips.

You had to regain it.

You had to hold onto something.

Trembling hands caught the fabric of a nearby seat as your arms wound themselves around it, clenching with a grip so strong, your nails started to rip into the comforting cushion as your veins buldged out your hands.

And then a huge force jolted the train as a gigantic proportion of metal got ripped straight off the carriage, exposing it to the outside. Wheels belonging to another bullet train appeared where the chunk of metal once was, ploughing through this train like a digger truck would through the ground.

Your body suspended itself in the air, swimming through it like it had when you were first ejected from the train earlier on - the only difference now being that you were clinging to the seat to keep yourself from dying rather than Tangerine's waist.

It was then that you recalled how, in the movie, when the train sped by the final stop, it crashed straight into another stagnant bullet train on the other side, taking out a huge proportion of its metal.

How did you forget such a detail?

It was then that your eyes caught a pink blouse accompanied by a dark set of locks flying over your head, following the figure they belonged to as their head slammed straight into the roof of the automatic door; a resounding 'crack!' erupting through the carriage not long after.

Your eyes widened, whipping back around to catch Ladybug gazing at The Prince's dead body in the same expression of disbelief and horror.

She had died right in front of your eyes.

You hadn't a moment longer to process anything that just happened, for soon, the train landed back on the tracks with a crooked balance before another large force jolted it; one larger than the first; so large, in fact, that it caused your hands to lose their grip, sending your body flying straight through the air.

Multiple bits of debris flew passed you, including bricks belonging to the wall you just crashed straight through, as you helplessly fell through the air, wind flitting across your body in triumph, finally able to take you to the sweet embrace of death like it had intended to earlier on. Your head started to feel light as you grew faint, slowly closing your eyes.

The last thing you remembered was the feeling of arms wrapping straight around you, a whole body pressing itself against your back in a lovely, warm embrace.

And then, nothing.

.

.

.

When you finally came to again, a dull ache coursed through your whole body - the beginning of a migraine springing onto you.

Your vision was blurry as your hand reached up to rub against your temple, barely able to make it due to the spikes of pain that objected against your movement, a certain sticky substance coating your hand.

You squinted, slowly adjusting your vision before your pupils shrunk at the sight before you.

There, suspended in the air with a piece of metal impaled straight through his chest, was Lemon. He bled continuously, a waterfall of crimson leaving his form and falling to the ground.

He was dead.

He wasn't supposed to be.

He never died in the movie.

How... how did this happen?

Flames flickered around you, heating up your form further than it already was; burnt debris intoxicating the air and causing you to cough rapidly in succession as you contemplated if you were the problem - if all of this happened because you decided to meddle.

Oh who were you kidding?

Of course it was your fault.

Lemon never died in the original movie.

The only possible way he could have now was because of your interference.

You had done it again; you had caused the death of someone once again.

"Lemon." A raspy voice spoke from behind you; a familiar cockney accent coating their tongue, "he was a don that was absolutely brilliant. My brother. He woulda wanted me to keep living."

Your head did a quick one-eighty, landing on the bloody form of Tangerine sat right behind you; his arms wrapped straight around your waist. The two beautiful sets of blue oceans he owned now brew storms within, dull and lifeless as he stared at the body of his dead sibling, heartbroken.

"But see, he woulda also wanted me to get revenge on the bastard that killed him," continued he, "so I did. And that fuckin' Ladybug prick too."

"You..?" The words were forced out your mouth with a cough. "You sent the train..."

"Well you're a smart one, aren't ya?" His tone was snarky but definitely not as much as usual. "What's it matter anyway? White Death woulda killed us all in the end when we got to the station. If anythin', I did us all a favour. This was merciful compared to what he would've done."

You said nothing, continuing to stare at his form with those wide set of frightened eyes.

"Oh what's that look for? You 'ad a be'er idea, did ya? I did what I 'ad to." A small, crooked smirk itched onto his face, hues looking more and more deranged as the seconds passed. "And look 'ow it all turned out. Both of us, still alive in each other's embrace. That's got to be the most romantic thing you've ever 'eard, i'nn'it?"

He let out a raw chuckle, grip on you growing tighter and more constricting.

"It's alright, love, I'll do be'er this time. I'll make sure no one can hurt who I love ever again. Just one thing though-"

He looked you straight in the eyes, his own pair swirling with madness and a terrifying sense of possession you never once imagined coming from him.

"-you don't happen to mind being locked away, do ya?"

Previous Act

Annnnd that's a wrap! Thank you all so much for reading my fanfic of Bullet Train. If, by now, you still haven't watched the movie I really recommend it. It's very funny and just an overall great, chaotic movie to watch (but like, good chaotic). Plus, this fic isn't able to do Tangerine's voice enough justice so you wanna watch the movie to really get what I mean when I say he has an amazing accent. ㅤ Also, although I said that's a wrap, I sort of didn't mean it. I have another chapter planned in Tangerine's perspective and an extra AU planned but I can't write those rn because I've got important exams coming up. ㅤ Now onto some explanations.

As you can see, Tangerine went Yandere due to seeing, what he thought was, his brother's dead body and right after that, receiving a call from the White Death threatening his life. This was more of a 'snapping' type of Yandere cause I really can't see him becoming a Yandere any other way. I mean, all in all, he's not a very healthy lover in the first place - y'know, seeing the fact that he's a contractual killer and stuff - so that in and of itself ain't rlly healthy. But yeah, the only way I could write him into an obsessive guy is by bouncing off the fact that his brother died and he got pressured by the White Death so much, he snapped.

Another thing I want to add is that while the White Death is a major antagonist in the movie. He was never planned to be a major antagonist for this book - that role, obviously, falls on Tangerine.

Oh yeah, there's also one more thing. This is absolutely not Reader's fault as she couldn't have known but Tangerine would not have snapped like that if she told him that his brother was still alive and led him back to his brother's body. So uh yeah, just unfortunate timing there, man. It happens.

BTW, if y'all are wondering how the gun fell off Reader's head - basically, what happened was when she ran into the carriage, she ran so fast a breeze was created and that breeze pushed back on her sunhat which loosened it from her head. This made it so that when she later bowed her head, the gun fell right off and exposed her to everyone.

Oh yeah, last thing, I promise. Ladybug ain't acc dead, Tangerine just assumed he was cuz of the crash

[elenasparks1305]

ONE PUNCH-MAN FANGIRLING THOUGHTS: AN ESSAY

It’s been such a long time since i even posted anything here. This is kind of like a summary to the vent session(s) I had with my friend about the latest chapters. She suggested I post it here so here goes.

First of all.

Loved it.

Loved that so much.

It was right down my alley.

I know some people didn’t like how some things were done, that’s fair, you can’t please everyone. I was kinda bummed by how things were wrapped up too to be honest. I’ll get to it later.

But the things they did with Saitama’s character? A masterpiece. The artwork? Godly.

I am a sucker for metaphors in art and the latest chapters were just chock full of them.

Of course the fight scenes were ungodly amazing too, don’t get me wrong. But the metaphors? *chefs kiss *

Let’s get to the rants.

Here’s a list of the beautiful symbolisms that I managed to glean from reading the final chapters in both English and Japanese.

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1. The fallout rain

It’s a natural phenomenon that has happened before in Japan during the world war. How they executed the phenomenon, though, was perfection.

(Absolutely loved this page)

Loved how they used the rain as a metaphor for the sadness that somebody important just died, but also since it’s in bnw, you can’t really tell if it’s blood, or some people had assumed it was oil from Genos, or if it was what it really was: the fallout rain.

But it fits all the symbolism in my opinion, since it was basically all of them. It symbolises the blood (or in Genos’s case; oil) that’s in Saitama’s hands. It symbolises the consequences to his action (or inaction).

Saitama decided to spare Garou and not deal the finishing blow to him when he had the chance. He was responsible for Garou being able to have contact with the god thing, and therefore become the cosmic horror. Saitama is indirectly responsible for the deaths, and most importantly, Genos’s death.

I also loved how Murata drew the streaks down his eyes, like he was crying. Quite sure that it’s intentional.

I loved Saitama’s expression. I can see the disbelief, the despair, and utter shock in his face. I believe that’s called a shell-shocked expression?

To me, his expression seems to cry out, “Why did everything end up becoming like this?”

It was genuinely heartbreaking to see that in his face. Murata is a true artist for portraying that so expertly. That expression of utter shock was incredibly fitting for someone like Saitama. I’ll explain why I think so.

All this time Saitama has never bothered to put his heart in any of his fights, cuz he’s basically invincible. He has no stakes in any fights and this one was no different. Unlike other heroes, he never had anything to lose in any fights cuz he’s always going to win. He knows that.

So it’s just so fitting because of his character’s portrayal; someone who’s lost touch with the real world and his emotions. He is basically invincible, and was so alone he really didn’t have anything to lose.

That is, until he did.

Up to this point we’ve been showed crumbs of how Saitama cares about Genos (pretending to be his teacher, running to his aid first thing after getting out of the MA lair, ignoring Garou, and let’s not forget the core touching scene lol).

All in all, we are shown bits and pieces how much Saitama cares about Genos, and I think Saitama does know that he cares about Genos (maybe not as aware as to how much he cares tho). Thing is, up to this point, I don’t think Saitama has ever seriously considered Genos actually dying. It’s fair since he always comes back even after getting brutally beat up like in the Seaking arc.

So in this instance I think it genuinely rattles Saitama to the core to realize that Genos can actually die.

And that he actually does have something to lose after all.

The usage of the fallout rain as a symbolism was perfect for this one. I absolutely love it.

2. The Face Swap

Let’s not forget this one.

The way Saitama has a black tone all over his face and Garou has a light colored one is a very deliberate symbolism.

I’ve seen a lot of people calling this one out too and I agree with what they call it.

Saitama is the hero in this story, but at this moment, he is the one who doesn’t give a fuck about anything and anyone else but the object of his revenge, which, if I recall correctly, is what we call a villain.

Meanwhile we have Garou, the guy who calls himself the villain, yet at his heart of hearts, is actually not evil.

Some people have mentioned that Saitama is the hero with villainous tendencies and Garou is the villain with heroic tendencies. I do agree with that.

Some people argue that Saitama did not intend to destroy the earth and while for some reason I do believe destroying the earth itself wasn’t the intention, the lack of caring of what’s going to happen in the aftermath of that serious punch is undeniable.

We have seen the devastation of what a serious punch can cause during the early days of one punch man series, when Saitama sparred against Genos. Imagine that kind of devastation inflicted upon the already broken down area. It would’ve been atrocious. If the other heroes there weren’t already dying, they’d surely be dead if they got caught in the aftermath of that punch. Especially because if I recall their positioning correctly:

Yup. Directly behind Garou and Blast.

And I doubt Blast could tank the aftermath of a serious punch enough to protect everyone else, sorry Blast.

Had Garou not return the serious punch, the destruction of the whole area would still be imminent.

And Saitama did not care.

So yeah, villain. A hero with villainous tendencies sounds about right.

While Garou was his opposite; the villain with heroic tendencies. Polar opposite fists sounds about right. That, couples with how ONE had once mentioned that Garou is the anti-Saitama? I do believe that explains everything quite well.

3. Jupiter

The Jupiter scene is incredible. Period.

This whole scene depicts just how far behind Garou is compared to Saitama. Jupiter behind Saitama seems to symbolise just how massive the storm in Saitama’s heart is, and plus it depicts what an ominous presence Saitama currently was. Compare that to how small Garou is in the lower part of the screen. The result of this fight has been clear from the start.

Saitama is drawn at the top is already symbolic of how far above of Garou he is. And Jupiter’s surface behind him is drawn like an eye, which I’m pretty sure is symbolic too about how he stands as the eye of the storm.

Which as we all know, is the calmest part of the storm.

He did look calm didn’t he?

At least on the outside he did.

The storm behind him symbolises the storm brewing inside, waiting to release its fury on Garou.

4. The Core holding scene (not that one)

I have not seen anybody talk about this one yet. This one is a bit less obvious and I only caught on because I read the Japanese version. So I’m gonna be posting the picture in Japanese.

Here Saitama was talking shit to Garou, which was already rare coming from Saitama. But what he said in Japanese made me realize why this picture was made in that composition.

Here Saitama said “そのためなんだろ？” which was translated to “isn’t that the whole point of this?” In the english version. It’s not wrong. But in my opinion it fails to capture the nuance of why the picture was drawn like that.

What Saitama said could also be roughly translated as: “what you did was for this right?” Which, when we look at the way they put emphasis on Genos’s core in that picture, seems to want to say “you killed him for this, right?”

It hurt me when I realised that but also

That’s how you do composition in storytelling. Honestly I’m kinda sad more people didn’t catch on. Some animators even made awesome fan animations and I saw a few failed to include Genos’s core in that scene, which saddens me even more cuz the animations were great otherwise.

To be fair it’s a very nuanced thing, which sometimes get lost in translation. I get that.

So here I am trying to explain away one of my favourite pages lol.

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And while we’re on the topic of translations, let’s talk Japanese. And by that I mean let’s talk about the original Japanese dialogue. This is gonna be me nerding out about the original Japanese phrases in the manga so be warned.

Let’s start from the top.

This page is really heartbreaking.

Basically here, what Saitama said was actually closer to: “I really do not have what they called a hero’s instinct at all huh……”

He’s not questioning whether or not he has a hero’s instinct. He’s admitting that he does not in fact have a hero’s instinct, at all.

It hurts for me to read that because that’s a very defeated phrase to say for someone who already, in the previous chapters, stated the doubts he had of his own heroism. It shows just how hurt he was at this scene. It kinda justified how he basically threw all caution to the wind and went for the overpowered punch right after that…

Let’s take a break from the sad.

This one is, in fact, very correct. The English translation has Garou say “later then lol”.

It is in fact what he says.

He did say “w”, which is the abbreviation for “wara”, which in Japanese is 「笑」. It means “laugh”. It is the Japanese word for ‘lol’. It’s usually a chat thing though, not a spoken word but it’s super common even my bosses at work uses it regularly.

So this one is, in fact, not a mistranslation. They got it 100% correct on this one.

Let’s go for another sad.

The clinging word here is pretty accurate in my opinion. However the word they used for this in Japanese was 縋る (sugaru). I went to the dictionary for more context and I got it. Let’s see if I can convey the whole meaning in English. It be difficult this one.

This word is very emotional, as it has the meaning of “to clutch really strongly on to something or someone, that is the sole dependable/trustworthy figure in times of pain or hardship”.

The dictionary mentions that this word is closely related to 頼る(tayoru) which means to lean on someone for support. But the former put a far stronger emphasis on the dependence and trust placed in the something or someone than the latter.

That one hurt me.

To realize that Genos and Tareo were depicted as the sole emotional support to Saitama and Garou respectively that they trusted and depended on. It was almost enough to make me tear up.

If Garou was comparable to Saitama, Genos is comparable to Tareo in terms of what they are to each of their respective idols.

They even share the same bald spot <3

Let’s wrap this up with a sweet one.

This moment when Genos thought he needed to tell this story to the people who needed to know? The Japanese is admittedly a bit ambiguous. It is written 人間, which directly translates to human. However, this word is used pretty regularly in lots of different meaning (singular or plural both) depending on the context. Which led me to believe that, Genos is not trying to tell this to “the people” who needed to hear.

He meant he needed to tell just one person. And he did it immediately after that.

It wasn’t about any other people.

It was just about Saitama.

And that’s so like Genos.

Saitama was the person who needed to hear that yes, he actually did make it in time. Yes, he did manage to save everyone including Genos. Yes, he is a hero despite all his doubts.

I think it’s so sweet of him and so in character of Genos to be thinking of Saitama first. It makes sense too, because he made that promise to himself during the seaking arc that he wouldn’t interfere if Saitama chose to play the role of a bad guy but he’s gonna be there for his Sensei whenever he’s in a pinch.

It’s like a throwback to the aftermath of the meteor where he voiced his solid appreciation and devotion to his Sensei after that public lynching to support and make Saitama feel better.

It’s so like Genos to take it as part of his role as Saitama’s disciple to protect his Sensei and remind him that he is appreciated. Especially after thinking he’s just giving up the acknowledgment for the sake of other heroes again (he just doesn’t remember tho lol).

Protective Sensei is a force to be reckoned with.

Protective borg is a sweet borg.

Too bad Saitama doesn’t remember so he honestly doesn’t understand Genos was being sweet.

It’s ok Genos, we know.

Hopefully Saitama will too.

Anyways, I can go on and on about my take on their relationship but I’m running out if space for this one (I’m on phone) so I’m gonna wrap this one up.

Maybe I will write another one if I feel like it.

Cheers~

[nagitos-hopeful-opinions]

Daily Vent #7:

I can’t believe it.

I am…still in complete shock. I’m still trying to process what even happened.

Do you want to know what happened when I went to talk to my remaining classmates?

As it turns out, these “friends” were all Reserve Course students!

Three of them, to be precise.

I could immediately tell just by looking at them. After all, those black and white uniforms stand out like a sore thumb compared to the brown and white ones that true Hope’s Peak students wear.

When I saw this, as you’d all probably expect, I confronted my classmates about this in the most civil way I could.

But, as you’d also probably expect, everyone got really defensive.

For starters Fuyuhiko, the Ultimate Yakuza, told me to “piss off and leave everyone there (which apparently included his sister), the fuck alone.”

Now, I obviously don’t blame Fuyuhiko for having such talentless waste of space for a sister. He can’t help who shares blood with. However, she should have the decency to not try and attend the same school as her superior sibling in a pathetic attempt to try and be on par with an Ultimate like him.

Then Hiyoko, the Ultimate Traditional Dancer, began to hurl insults at me for ruining Mahiru (the Ultimate Photographer)’s meetup with “Sato”.

But if Mahiru had simply dropped contact with Sato as soon as she became an Ultimate, then there wouldn't be anything to become “ruined” in the first place. Removing dead weight is a necessary sacrifice for the sake of fully dedicating oneself to their talent if they're an Ultimate. Even if said dead weight is someone you’ve known for a long time.

And then there’s…that guy.

His name is Hajime, apparently. And...he has to be the worst one of them all.

Not only does he have the nerve to willingly become a part of the Reserve Course department despite being talentless filth, but he somehow managed to befriend an Ultimate despite the two of them not knowing each other before attending Hope’s Peak.

To think that Chiaki Nanami, the Ultimate Gamer, the class representative, could not only become friends with a Reserve Course student…but also be in a relationship with one.

I don’t know how he managed to seduce an Ultimate despite not having even an iota of talent, but just simply imagining how he managed it fills me with so much anger. Honestly, even if Mahiru and Sato were in a relationship, at least there would be the excuse of them being long time friends. But…Chiaki and Hajime somehow being a couple…

It makes me feel...despair.

Anyways, the moment I figured out what this Hajime had done, I obviously confronted him about it.

And to put a long story short…things got physical.

I woke up in the infirmary a few hours afterwards.

But that’s not even the worst part.

Because of what happened, my homeroom teacher was informed about it. Actually, she spoke to me not long after I regained consciousness. She basically said to me that because of my “concerning behaviour” and the supposed “real possibility that I can cause harm to other students”, I'm going to be…suspended. Hahaha…

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS A JOKE! A COMPLETE AND UTTER DISGRACE! WHY AM I GETTING PUNISHED FOR DEFENDING THE INTEGRITY OF THIS VERY ACADEMY AND IT’S TRUE STUDENTS?! THEY NEED TO BE PUNISHED FOR MEMERLY OCCUPYING THE SAME SPACE AS ULTIMATES! AND I KNOW I’M NOT ALONE IN THIS WAY OF THINKING! YOU GUYS AGREE WITH ME, RIGHT?! YOU GUYS NEVER TOLD ME WHAT I WAS SAYING WAS WRONG, SO THAT MEANS I’M NOT WRONG! I JUST KNOW IT!!

…I think I’m going to stop posting to this account. It has served its purpose by this point.

It’s clear to me that something like this isn’t enough. If I want to truly spread more hope into the world, I need to take matters into my own hands.

So, this will be my final vent.

From the bottom of my heart, I want to sincerely thank each and every one of you that somehow found my blog. I wish that I could have ended things in a less…despairful way, but there’s no point continuing this blog anymore. Sorry, everyone.

Goodbye, everyone. May your futures be filled with only the brightest rays of hope the world can offer!

[profoundalpacakitten]

Is it still WIP Wednesday? I mean it must be Wednesday somewhere...

So here's a little snipsnops of the Superbat fic I'm working on, where after Clark admits that sex with supers is nearly impossible and always uncomfortable, Bruce and Clark attempt to have sex... For science. And maybe catch some feelings in there... somewhere. Dorks.

Clark was in the middle of typing up an article about gentrification in Metropolis’ suburbs when his phone pinged with an incoming message. He checked it, frowned, then checked his other phone, the superphone as Dick had taken to calling it, to Bruce’s greatest aggravation. It was basically the JL work phone, and was used mostly as a gossip network for the superhero community — again, to Bruce’s greatest despair.

“Batcave, 5 minutes.” It read.

Shit, must be an emergency. Clark sped through closing his computer and zipping into his costume, before flying as fast as he could without breaking the sound barrier — it could be an emergency, but if it had been life threatening, Bruce wouldn’t have given him five minutes to get ready. He landed in the batcave with three minutes to spare, and found Bruce there, visibly just showered, and calmly talking with Dick and Jason who looked ready to go out, domino masks already on their faces.

Calmly talking to Jason, well. Seemed like Bruce was in a good mood.

“Hey Clark!” Dick smiled wide and twirled one of his escrima sticks. Next to him, Jason teetered precariously as he was leaning on one hand against the desk, legs crossed.

“Hi guys,” Clark greeted, he cleared his throat, uncertain of the protocol. What did you say to your best friend’s children when your relationship with said best friend had started to recently involve the nether regions of the body? “Patrol time?”

“Yup!” Jason checked the bullets in his charger, which would have been normal, usually, on any other day, but with whatever was happening between him and Bruce, Clark felt like today it mostly rang like a threat. Or part One of a shovel talk.

“Came to spend some quality time with daddybats?” Jason asked in the silence punctuated by the clicks and clacks of him checking his weapon.

Clark blushed, cheeks going hotter than the last time he’d gone into a nuclear reactor. “W-what? Quality what?”

Bruce frowned ominously.

Jason raised his eyebrows and Dick missed a stick twirl.

“Holy shit.” Jason murmured.

Clark raised his hands, and was one second away from using superspeed to take some time to parse a good answer, but luckily, Bruce came to his help in the form of a darkly growled “Patrol, now.”

Dick turned to Bruce. “But, Bruce!”

Jason wasn’t done with Clark though. “No no, this is too funny, come on, you and Bruce?”

Hiding behind his hands, Clark declared “I know my rights, I don’t have to say anything that could incriminate me before a court of law.”

“You and Clark?!” Dick exclaimed, waving his recovered sticks around.

“This conversation is over.” Bruce crossed his arms over his chest, which coupled with his black turtleneck ensemble gave him an air just as inviting as a jail door.

“Sorry I’m late! Sorry!!” Duke sprinted down the stairs coming from the locker room, his helmet in hand and half his armour flapping around unsecured.

“Bruce! You can’t do that to us!”

Bruce frowned even harder at Dick, while Jason leered at Clark. Duke skidded to a stop, and looked at the scene, puzzled.

“For once in your life it’s not you adopting children, it’s us adopting a new dad and you want us to go patrol?” Dick asked, scandalised.

“We’re adopting dads now?” Duke asked, perplexed.

“No, we aren’t.” Bruce cut in, teeth gritted.

“This is a family emergency!” Dick said, just as Jason sniggered and commented that Clark was daddy enough though. To Clark's utter despair.

“Patrol now. Stay, and Arsenal and Flash get sent off-planet for a month.”

“Ugh.” Jason rolled his eyes heavenward and walked away. “You’re such a fucking buzzkill. Okay come on, Signal.” He passed Duke and hooked a finger in the armour to help tighten it and then use it to lead Duke away. “Let’s leave daddybats and daddysupes to their freaky shit.”

“Daddysupes?” Duke looked back as he stumbled forward, eyeing the way Clark hadn’t taken his hands off his eyes.

Dick was the last one to go, parting ways with a heartfelt “This isn’t over.”

[baeklooming-day]

Cream in my coffee | Baekhyun

Masterlist ⇔ Cheeky Masterlist

🌺 Summary: There is this boy who adds a little sweetness to your bitterness.

🌺 Genre: Fluff, Cheeky Baek, quick story~

🌺 Word Count: 1.2k

“Just leave me alone.”

Your cool voice filled the air around you as you let out these words in one firm sentence. Clutching your notebooks a little bit closer to yourself, you took a large step forward, then another, and another.

You quickened your walk with every single footstep which followed after the previous one, in your mind just begging the heavens for a very much longed for freaking break.

You would have lied if you said that you were not used to it, because you were. But you very obviously were not used to something of a similar, extreme almost level.

Lord help you.

“Why won’t you just realize that I’m being serious?” Baekhyun was matching your quick step with a little difficulty, basically already running next to you to keep talking at your level.

“Because I know how it works, Baekhyun.” You said, not giving him even one look, whilst his own two chocolate brown eyes were so glued to you, that he almost tumbled over some stray, empty water bottle on the floor, apparently a result of one of the students deciding to be too lazy to walk over and throw it into the rubbish can.

“But I really do like you, Y/N.” He said in a melting voice. “And you don’t believe me.”

“Because you like to play.” You replied coldly. You were looking at some invisible point before you in the long distance still, adamant to grant the boy even one single brief glance. “The gym is over there.” You held your finger up to point in the said direction. “You should go and run laps there, not run around the school and follow girls.”

“You know that I follow you, and exclusively you.”

“You know that I don’t believe you, particularly not you.”

There was a small pause, but just as you already let yourself think that he stopped rambling, his velvet voice filled the air around the two of you one more time.

“Really, if I was about to be honest, I seriously feel like you don’t like me.” Baekhyun said.

You merely rolled your eyes, still not looking directly at him. “I have told you multiple times that I don’t.”

For some reason, you thought that this time it would end at this, so you looked to your side where Baekhyun was nagging just moments ago, to see and make sure if maybe he finally decided to leave you alone.

First one of your mistakes.

“Y/N.” He said your name in a smooth, low tone, taking one decisive step to appear right before you. “Go out with me.”

“No.” You said.

You undisputedly were not losing this battle.

Baekhyun slid his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket, his maddeningly enthralling chocolate eyes traveling over every little detail of your dewy face. You felt your own cool heart starting to beat in a very peculiar manner as soon as you observed his pupils dilate, a bubblegum blush falling on his soft cheeks, looking as if the little Amor himself was just standing behind him, poking him with his arrow not once, not twice, but over thousand times.

“You are totally like honey to me.” Baekhyun said. “Always sweet and making me wanna swoon.”

You gave him a questionable look. “Even when I say I will punch you?”

“Yes.”

“You need help.”

“I need you.”

“Baekhyun-”

He looked at you, scrunching his nose. “I have been in a total state of a constant despair this whole time when you keep stepping on my heart like that. Cold.” He added.

You let out an unamused laugh. “And where have you not been?”

To that, he took another small step a little closer to you. “In your arms. The only place that matters to me.”

“Dude.”

“Do you want me to beg you on my knees?” He asked whilst your eyes widened uncontrollably, not knowing what unnerved you more, the fact that basically everyone else in the school corridor could perfectly hear you, now watching the two of you with an unhidden interest, or the fact that Baekhyun actually sounded totally serious. “Because I will.” He added, as if to confirm your concern.

Your eyes immediately shot to his direction, feeling completely frozen and flabbergasted in your spot and not able to move at all as soon as you felt his gentle touch on your wrists.

You watched wholly mortified as he really went down on his knees before you, still holding you by your wrists and making you stay in place. And knowing that the notebooks which you have been holding this whole time were now uncomfortably digging into your side under your arm, the more you couldn’t wait to disenthrall yourself from that ridiculous position.

“Baekhyun, what the actual-” You let out an aggressive whisper, feeling an embarrassed angry blush falling on your own cheeks as you looked around startled, every student present in the corridor stopping whatever they were doing and instead watching the unusual scene before their eyes. “Holy mother of Jesus.”

“Please go out with me.” He asked you again, a thousand dazzles transforming his chocolate eyes into their own personal dance floor, seeing how profoundly they were dazzling when your reflection was present in them.

“Baekhyun, you are embarrassing the both of us! Everybody is looking at us!” You hissed, your cheeks burning out of an utter embarrassment.

“Let them look. I don’t care.” He said, completely unaffected.

“Well, I care!”

“Then say yes.”

For a brief while, you contemplated your options, but to be completely honest the situation was already hopeless as it was.

You let out a deep breath, trying to stay calm, no matter how many pairs of eyes  have been watching the two of you for what felt like forever until now.

“You are crazy.” You said.

“Crazy in love with you.” Baekhyun replied, sending you honey-dripping smile.

You could hear some of the girls in the background swooning at his words to you, leaving you seriously wondering if you perhaps were in the wrong film.

“Alright, I will go out with you.” You finally said, just hoping for this absurd to end. “Just stand up already.” You added in a low voice.

“Oh, because you pity me?” He asked. “Or maybe should I just stay like this, until one of our teachers comes?”

“No, I want to go out with you!” You half yelled out the sentence, mentally begging him to finally stand up and quit making a whole theater play in the middle of the school.

As soon as these words left your lips, a big wide smile made the way on Baekhyun’s mouth as he stood up. “That’s more like it.” He said softly.

You were left there completely amazed and frozen, wondering how insane someone needed to be in order to go to that extent to get what they really wanted.

“I will wait for you before your classroom.” He said, making you let out a squeak as he very gently placed his hands on the sides of your neck, his lips tenderly brushing your one cheek, then another.

You watched him as he slowly walked away to his own classroom, turning his head around every once in a while to send a tender smile your way.

In that moment you realized, how little you actually knew about him.

But later on, as the final lessons ended and you found his smiling face outside of your classroom door, you also realized that soon you would learn about him a whole lot more.

And for some reason, you didn’t mind anymore at all.

~

A/N: i literally wrote this like, now, it was a sudden flow of cheekybaekiness D: leave me your thoughts on this, and if you liked it remember to reblog!!

[remnant-roses]

Rosegarden Week Day 4: After the War

A fic idea I had during the mid-season hiatus, but didn’t have time to write, but now it fits the prompt so...

I meant this to be a one-shot but it’s past 1 am and I need to sleeeep so now it’s a two-shot and I’ll post the second half Friday.

________________________

“I think I’m... done.”

He’d expected them to argue, to try and convince him to stay. But standing before them, his small frame battered, bloody, and broken, they averted their eyes. Even Ozpin remained quiet.

He’d kept their secrets, prevented Salem from using the relic, endured torment for their sakes. He’d suffered for them. He’d had to take lives for them. And it had shattered him. He felt hollow.

He just wanted to go home.

And they let him.

He allowed Ozpin to take over, to tell them the last things they’d need to know about the vaults, the relics, the war to save humanity.

And when the dust settled in Atlas, when the refugees poured out into the other kingdoms, he went with them, just one more body, lost among the masses.

He didn’t even tell them goodbye. But even through the numbness that gripped his soul, he felt a sting of regret when he thought of her face, silver eyes brimming with tears.

______________________

Just don’t... ever talk to me again. Just let me be normal. Please, he told Ozpin as he boarded the train that would take him back home.

There was no reply, but the guilt and sorrow that radiated off of that other inside of him was answer enough.

Ozpin would let him abdicate, even in the height of this conflict. Even when it looked like humanity was balanced on a knife’s edge.

Let this war pass him by. They could fight it without him. And if they couldn’t win, in time, the burden would roll on to his next incarnation. But Oscar... he’d given all he could. He didn’t have anything left.

______________________

He knocked on the farmhouse door, and felt like a stranger even on his own doorstep.

His aunt cried, off and on, for days after his return. First tears of relief, of joy, and then tears of worry and grief, and then of frustration and anger.

He understood. He wasn’t her son, but she had raised him, loved him, and he’d left her all alone here.

He told her what he could. Not everything, not even much. But enough to make her understand why he’d left - the voice in his head, the war for humanity. She’d seen the broadcast in that brief moment that global communications had been reestablished. She could grasp the basics - that he’d been caught up in a conflict for the fate of the world, and that it had chewed him up and spit him out. Left him broken.

He couldn’t bear to tell her any more, dreaded the inevitable probing questions, but then she surprised him.

She understood. She gave him space to think, to heal, in his own time.

And he loved her for it.

_________________________

It was seven weeks before his wounds closed fully.

The scar tissue pulled at his skin as he threw himself into the work of maintaining a farm, like a waking manifestation of the pain that still haunted his dreams and left him gasping for air when he woke.

He ignored it with a resolute determination, letting himself get lost in the monotony of tilling and plowing and tending livestock. It was backbreaking work, but he welcomed even the pain. It filled the empty hollows of his mind and left no room for reflection... or memories too painful to bear.

To think, he’d once resented the repetitive nature of work on the farm. He’d dreamed of adventure, of new and exciting vistas, of being important.

If only he’d known.

But at nights, he’d climb onto the roof of the barn and stare at the sky and think of a girl with eyes like moonlight, and wonder.

Was she still fighting? Was she even still alive?

Did I make the right choice?

__________________________

The seasons came and went, and war did not come to the fields of Mistral. Nothing of interest had ever happened here.

_________________________

It was 11 months since his return, when the CCT system came back online.

He hadn’t noticed right away. He’d been working in the fields, and there was no point in taking a Scroll out there when it had no signal.

But as he walked in the house that evening, he was greeted by the sound of tinny, faraway voices pouring out of his aunt’s living room, and then...

There she was, on the screen, her red cape and pale skin washed with blue in the light of the projection. Her hair was a little longer, her eyes a little sadder, but it was her.

She was saying something about the CCT, how exactly they’d managed to restore it, but the words wouldn’t process, they swam in his head until it was just noise. There was only one thought that mattered.

She’s alive.

“Isn’t it wonderful, Oscar,” his aunt was saying, “the world can talk to each other again...”

It was then she noticed the white-knuckled grip he had on the back of the sofa, and the tears streaming silently down his face.

He told her that night, told her everything. About RWBY and JNR, about the attack at Haven, about a drunk old crow, about crashed trains and snowstorms, about the fall of Atlas.

About the belly of a great black beast, and the torture he’d suffered at the hands of humanity’s greatest enemy. About the hollowness he’d felt when he left, and the crushing guilt that had slowly come to replace it.

She cried, and he cried, and she held him, and in the background, news reports played clips of familiar faces on repeat. Still out there, doing their best, without him.

There was one thing he left out - no need to tell his aunt about silver eyes and a kind smile, about how much it hurt to know that he’d left her behind, specifically.

That much, at least, was still his own.

He still watched the night sky, but now the questions he asked himself had changed.

Do they hate me for leaving?

________________________

He only heard from Ozpin twice in his time at the farm.

Once, about a month after the CCT was restored, when a Grimm had nearly gotten the drop on him.

Behind you, Oscar.

The voice was gone as quickly as it had come, without even an apology for breaking his pact of silence. But it had given him just enough time to see the Beowulf coming, to get his pitchfork up to block the jagged teeth as it lunged.

It took him an embarrassingly long time to dispatch it, even though it was merely a single beast, even though just 10 months before, he, or any one of his companions, could have killed it in mere seconds.

He was rusty.

And he was letting himself wallow, something every Remnant child was cautioned against. Hell, he’d probably drawn the Grimm in with his own guilt and self-pity.

He took up training again after that, practicing against hay bales and scarecrows in the early mornings before his daily duties began.

He wasn’t going to let himself be a beacon of despair. He wasn’t going to endanger his aunt, or himself, like that.

_______________________

It was a year and nine months after his return, the second time Ozpin spoke to him.

He was at the feed store, loading bags of dried corn into his aunt’s beat-up truck for the chickens, when Ozpin uttered a single word:

Oh.

And then he was gone.

Not gone in the way he’d been for the past two years, where Oscar had always been aware of a silent presence in the deepest corners of his mind. But fully, completely gone.

Oscar expected the sky to rip open, for people to scream, to cry, for something, anything, to look different. He pulled out his Scroll, checked the news. Nothing.

Something had happened. But life continued around him, unchanged. The clerk at the feed store gave him a funny look. He was blocking the loading bay.

He drove home in a daze, tears blurring his vision, and told his aunt to turn on the TV.

It took three hours for the news reports to start rolling in. Humanity’s greatest enemy, defeated. Faunus and human together, standing united. A mysterious silver light seen in a ruined continent to the west.

He and his aunt watched the footage in silence for hours, and he found himself searching for a red cape, for a mop of long blonde hair, any hint of what might have truly transpired.

When he climbed on the barn roof to watch the night sky that evening, his questions had changed once again.

They’d done it.

But what had become of them?

Of her?

 (to be continued)

[chernabogs]

The Savior

Being pulled into another world without proper integration, on top of your sudden savior status for your fellow students, is a fertile field to breed contempt.

If someone were to ask you what it was like at first, you’d tell them with blunt honesty that you’d never wish it upon anyone else. Waking up to the smell of aged wood and dirt—why dirt, when the coffin had never been in the earth, you’re unsure—brought out the primal fear of being buried alive. You were too dazed to react at first, but you’re certain that if you were of sound mind at that moment, you would have been clawing and screaming to get your way out.

Good thing Grim made sure that wasn’t necessary.

What occurred after you were released from the coffin was a flood of information and sensory overload that made you feel like a walking zombie throughout the entire process. Your world, the world that you were born into and grew up in, apparently didn’t exist in this one. It wasn’t even a fairy tale or a rumor of some distant land; your world hadn’t even crossed the imagination of any individual, student or faculty, attending Night Raven. Not to mention that your brief adventure to the library with the headmaster, who you’re more than certain isn’t qualified to be called that, led to the same results—nothing.

Then came Ramshackle, and with it your first night. You had sat on the edge of a dilapidated bed in a decaying room; the mirror above the fireplace was smogged up from years of neglect, the curtains smelled heavily of mildew, there was a bucket discarded to the side to catch any falling raindrops, and a forgotten chair sat in the far corner. To the right of your bed was an empty easel covered hastily with a cloth, as though the previous occupant had been disrupted moments before they could begin their art.

You didn’t sleep well that night. You tossed and turned in those discarded sheets. Memories of your home, of your life before you were dragged into this surreal world, played over and over again in your mind. You remembered the sunlight streaming through your white curtains; you remembered the scent of the autumn air, the comfort of being home. This dark, crumbling dorm was a far cry from the space you grew up knowing.

Things didn’t improve after the first night either.

Albeit you did make friends—if you can call them that—and you were permitted to become an official student, but then the dreams began. Flashes of images from lives that you never lived that corrupted your dreams and your thoughts, that pulled you into a state of mind that, when you tried to escape from it, felt like walking through molasses. If anything could have spiked your anxiety, it was the knowledge that you were seeing things that no one else possibly could—even in a land rife with magic.

The worst part out of all of it, however, were the overblots.

It was as though a malicious rot had begun to seep out from the body of your companions. The air shifted to smell heavily of ozone and sulfur and the skies darkened to a menacing shade. Black slime dripped off of their twisted and contorted bodies, spewing from their mouths as they uttered words of outrage for the wrongs that they had endured. You, someone of no power or ability, suddenly had to become the equivalent of a savior to them; you had to stand before them in a mock judgment and direct the others to secure the darkness emanating from those you called your friends before it became too late.

Even when the overblots ended, you felt far too exhausted. The ozone scent would fade away almost immediately, the sun would come out, and the other students would breathe a sigh of relief that a conclusion had been drawn.

All of them, except you.

It was the kind of exhaustion that came gradually. With the first overblot, your heart was pounding and you were too focused on pulling Riddle out of his warped state of mind to care about your own well-being. When Leona overblotted, you noted afterward that your head ached, although this may have been the product of the magift disc hitting you. Then Azul had overblotted, then Jamil, and then Vil. Your exhaustion grew stronger and stronger with each battle, each breath of ozone that you endured, and from this exhaustion, the seeds of contempt began to grow.

Months. Months you had been in this world with little to no progress of returning home. True, you now had a companion in the mirror who may very well be your avenue to freedom, but the anger and frustration that bubbled under the wraps of your calm facade were gradually beginning to push through. If Ace made a jab at you, you no longer laughed it off. If Grim complained about being hungry, you no longer patiently offered him a solution. If Crowley requested you to do something, you no longer bit your tongue and obliged.

It was around the tail end of Malleus’ overblot that the tightly wound string of your self-control finally pulled tautly and snapped. Your body was racing with agony and half of Night Raven was nothing more than crumbling, blackened stone. Ash hung heavy in the air, accompanied by that now terribly familiar scent of ozone, and small pockets of the green fire smoldered around your feet. You were aware somewhere in the back of your mind that Lillia was crouched over Malleus’ dazed form, trying to reassure him that everything was okay.

You were hunched over, your hands on your knees, trying to regain your senses. The exhaustion that had overwhelmed you before had now reached a crescendo of sorts. Your head was throbbing; nothing but utter rage, bleeding into despair, ran through your veins. rage at the world you were in for putting you in this situation, rage at those around you for their inability to control their emotions, rage at yourself for your inability to perform even the most basic of spells.

You never wanted this—you never wanted to be some mockery of a saint for the beaten and broken of Night Raven College, always expected to be there to raise them up from their own self-induced level of hell.

You wanted to be a real student again. You wanted to see your parents again. You wanted to wake up to the sunlight streaming through your curtains, to the scent of autumn air and the comfort of being home.

The sensation of something liquid slid down your nose. Shakily, you raised one hand to wipe it away, certain that it must be blood from the previously hard-fought battle. When you pulled your hand away to see if your prediction was correct, you felt your mind draw to a dread-filled blank.

There, against your skin, was a single streak of black liquid. It ran down the length of your arm before dripping onto the charred grass below. When you doubled over once more, other droplets of a similar color soon began to form a small puddle beneath your face. You felt it fight its way up from your throat as well, and you were sure that if you were to open your mouth, black slime would be all that would come out.

The scent of ozone hadn’t left yet. Your frustration still thrummed behind your eyes like a second heartbeat, your tongue swelled with unspoken words, and the scent of ozone hadn’t left yet. When you raised your head just slightly, your gaze locked onto another—one of bright green with slitted pupils—which widened and dilated when they got a good look at your face.

The scent of ozone hadn’t left yet, and you were so tired of playing savior.

[dancingthesambaa]

The Smell of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 13

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black furred monkey put out a hand towards him.

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 13: The Apocalypse (But with More Bulls)

A group of children huddled together as they tried to escape the robotic drones that surrounded them in the ice cream shop. The streets were no longer safe as they had been filled with roaming Bull drones and they ripped and tore no matter what or who stood in their way. They hoped that they would be able to wait it out until help arrived, but they didn’t count on the drones coming into the building and finding them.

“AHHHHH!” They all screamed as the bulls began to leap at them.

SMASH! BASH! CRASH!

Their eyes widened as they saw the machines falling to the ground in bits and pieces until there was nothing left except for an ominous violet figure before them.

“S-s-stay away!” One of the older children nervously warned as she stood in front of them with her arms stretched out.

“Dude, he-she-they just saved our butts,” another child put a hand on her shoulder, “I think they are one of the good guys.”

“We don’t know that!” She argued.

“I mean, they are standing right there and haven’t attacked us yet sooo,” a younger girl pointed out. “Point in the good guy direction.”

“That doesn’t mean-”

“Wait, I know him!” They all snapped their heads to the youngest in their group as he ran up to the figure.

“Bao!”

“Wait!”

“Are you crazy?!”

“MAC MAC!” He grinned as he threw his body to him, “I am so happy you are here!”

The monkey said nothing as he caught the child and gently patted the child's head.

“Sooo, Imma go out on a limb here and say he's good,” said the girl with the prosthetic arm. She happily smirked at their groans.

“Oh yeah, he is my sister's former teacher, though I don’t think I've ever seen you like this,” he pondered.

“Clone,” the demon uttered.

“Clone?”

“Follow me,” he instead said as he walked to the door, “I’ll take you where it’s safe.”

“Really?”

“Awesome!”

“That’s a relief.”

“Can I bring some ice cream?”

The children all chatter with a bit more pep in their step as they trudge through the war torn streets and fallen buildings until they laid eyes on a set of buildings that looked relatively untouched by the madness surrounding them with a pristine white hospital building in the middle of it all. Some people were littered around the street, but when they stepped into the hospital it was a lot more hectic as not only doctors and nurses were bustling around trying to tend to as many wounded as they could. But there were also regular people trying to give a helping hand as they either did basic first aid to those who needed it or helped the staff collect the supplies they needed.

“Whoa,” they all collectively gape at the semi organized chaos inside.

“Bao!” The child looks to see Bohai's relieved expression, “thank the gods you and your friends are okay.”

“Mac Mac saved us,” he wiggled out of the monkey arms to get a hug from the jellyfish demon then he looked around the room. “Where’s Yanyu? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, she was working when this all went down, so she is currently in the back taking care of a bunch of patients. Are you all alright?”

“Just scrapes and bruises,” one of the girls says as she covers the mouth of the one armed girl. “You are not making another missing arm joke, you hear me.”

“Fine,” she huffed then she grinned mischievously as she looked at Bohai, “so do you guys need a hand, I can only spare you one though.”

“For the love of-!”

“Stoppp!”

“Nooo!”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she laughed at the agony.

“If you want to bring the staff some snacks and drinks, and yes I’m including everyone in this list, that would be awesome. They really need to pick me up right now,” he showed them to a small area where copious amounts of food and drinks were laid out. “People have been bribing them since this all started, but no one really had a break yet.”

“You can count on us!” The oldest girl saluted as she and the rest gathered snacks in their arms and began to spread out all through the hospital, except for Bao who was still holding onto the jellyfish. Even the clone Macaque had left had begun to venture through the hospital and began to help out a few patients.

“…is everyone else alright,” he whispered out in hesitation.

Bohai kneeled down and smiled, “I think they will be just fine, your brothers and sisters are smart after all. I know they will pull through.”

“Right,” he nodded and shared a grin.

“And we have people and demons looking for anyone who needs help,” that included his friends on the list as Daiyu took to the skies and over the seas, Minsheng and Ahmed took to the streets looking for stragglers, and Macaque leaping from building to building checking to see if there are any lingering people trapped inside. “So don’t worry about them, instead how about we focus on feeding some hungry people. I know how cranky they can get when their bellies are empty.”

“Like Yan Yan when she forgot to eat because she had a 30 hour shift and she tied us all up when we mentioned her leftover food in the fridge.”

“Exactly.”

“How does this keep happening to us!” Mei yelled out as she and MK were hanging onto the sword for dear life as they dangled above the pit of despair.

“I don’t know!” MK yelled too as he clung onto Mei’s legs. “How do we get down?!”

“I don’t know!” She adjusted her grip on the sword, “we are currently on our way to fight the Demon Bull King, one of Monkey King greatest enemies, with less than 2 weapons on us if you don’t count my daggers and your brass knuckles, the rest of our team still keeping the ones up top busy and-wait!” Mei’s eyes brighten, “not everyone!”

“Huh? Who?!”

“Macaque!” Mei could feel a breath of relief come through her, “he’s still in the city dealing with the other clones, but I think this warrants a higher attention.” If anyone, other than the Monkey King and MK, can stop the Bull King, it’s him.

“I don’t know,” MK flinched as Mei's head creaked to him and her eyes began to twitch.

“Oh no, we are so not doing this, I am calling fuzzbutt whether you like it or not,” she stated and she sucked in a deep breath.

“Wait,” he quickly climbed her and put his hands over her mouth, “we don’t need to call him, I can handle this.”

“Do you not see where we are?” She would emphasize their precarious situation, but she is currently holding onto the only thing that is stopping the both of them from becoming mush on the floor. “What is your problem with calling him for help?”

“Nothing,” he too quickly defended himself.

“Then you should have no problem if I call him.”

“You're not calling for him.”

I’m calling him.”

“No, you're not,” he argued.

“I am!”

“You're not!”

“Am!”

“Not!”

“Am!”

“Not!”

“Am!”

“Not!”

“Not!”

“Am! Wait-dammit!” He cursed as he got tricked.

“Ha! I win, and I'm calling him!” Mei grinned.

MK was about to refute her when he saw a terrifying sight above them. “Noooo.”

She raised her eyebrow as she turned to see what he was looking at and she almost let go of her sword as she saw hundreds of deactivated Bull drones stationary all over the walls and mere meters from where they were at.

“Shit.”

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

Mei’s phone buzzed quite loudly.

“Shit.”

Blue eyes lit up one by one as the drones quickly woke up at the sound as their heads all snapped towards the two lone humans.

“SHIT!”

“GHA!” Red son grunted out as he was flung back. He gritted his teeth as the sharp rocks pierced him, but he shakily stood up as he stood behind his mother, who was also silently huffing for air as the two of them faced down the enraged Bull King. He knew something was wrong, there had to be something, otherwise, his father wouldn't so carelessly nor even attempt to accuse the two of them of traitorous intent based on the barest of threads.

‘There has to be,’ he desperately thought as he silently looked at his hands and gripped it as it began to heat up. ‘But there is no defining evidence…I should have never taken that key.’ He regretted silently as they were once more prepared to go toe to toe with the Bull King when out of nowhere.

“AHHHHHHHH!” BOOM

MK lands face first into the ground.

“Noodle boy?!” What is he doing here?!

“Little thief,” Bull King hissed out as he then gripped his head and uttered. “Sun Wukong.”

Both he and his mother were startled by that admission as they couldn’t help but share a glance, as they passively watched Bull King begin his assault on the Monkey King successor.

Red son gritted his teeth as he watched his friend get pulverized by his father. ‘I have to do something, but what can I do? Something nefarious is afoot with father and yet I am standing here like a dame instead of helping MK. MK? No! No, I mean I have to help father snap out of whatever has come over him instead of beating upon my fri-noodle boy! Hurting noodle boy…he is hurting noodle boy…MK.” He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw the horrifying sight of the rage filled demon looming over MK with his fists raised high in the air.

“NO!” He burst into flames and charged forward, but was stopped by his mother as she swiftly sent out two airstrikes to the Bull King and used her fan to sweep the boy away from his demise and plopped him down next to the both of them.

“Wha-” he groggily got up as he looked up in surprise at Princess Iron Fan.

“It’s the canister, they have driven him mad with power,” she said as she hatefully eyed the glowing blue canisters upon the Bull King back.

“Well that’s a problem,” he blinked as he saw the skeletal remains floating about in the sludge of energy.

Then in a feral-like fury where only instinct took full control of body rather than the mind, the Bull King had snarled at them and began to charge on all fours.

“All right,” he used his staff to pick himself up, “time for round 2.”

“No, we fight together,” the prince said in determination as he readied his stance and was about to charge once more when another voice echoed.

“Seems like you guys can use a hand,” their eyes widen as they see the Bull King sink into the ground as a massive transparent violent hand of energy crushed him.

“Dad/Macaque!” MK and Red son cried out in relief as Iron Fan said it a bit more calmly as MK continued. “How are you here?!”

“Jade rang for me,” the voice echoed out as it continued its struggle against pinning the demon down. “Said some interesting things too.”

Mei's hands twitched anxiously as she waited for any sign of MK. She had just finished cleaning up the rest of the drones in the caves, but she thought it best if she kept here in case there would be any bot or people trying to sneak in to aid the nefarious family. Yet, that didn’t stop her from wanting to go down there and help her friend, no matter how stupid or dangerous that may be.

“You know what, screw this. Sorry MK, but we need all the help,” she gave a quick apology as she sucked in a deep breath and yelled, “MACAQUUEEE!”

Her voice vibrated through the walls.

She knew that she could have easily called him on her phone and he would have come just as quick, but that didn’t really matter in the long run as he saw a dark figure leap his way over to her. “Took you long enough,” she said with a small grin as he phased into the mech.

“Sorry, the city is in chaos as you know,” Macaque sarcastically said as he eyed her state to see any injuries.

“I’m fine,” she quickly said, “but MK is down there fighting DBK!”

“What!” His golden eyes that were tinted with violet eyes snapped onto her light green ones as all six ears twitched.

“Yeah, he didn’t want me to tell you, but I think we have bigger things to worry about.”

“Don’t want me-no,” he stopped himself short before he could go deeper. “Putting that to the side, for now, bigger problems first. Will you be fine if I go to your idiot brother.”

“I am currently inside of a monkey mech,” she deadpanned, “I am more than fine.”

He shot her a smirk and ruffled her already messed up hair and sunk back into the shadows and began to move deeper into the pit.

“Ahaha, about that,” MK nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“We are talking about this later.”

“Yeah that’s fair,” he slumped down.

Then a figure leaped out from the shadows of the Bull King as the Bull King rapidly gained back its bearing and destroyed the hand pinning it down.

Macaque whistled, “Well, I thought that it would at least keep you down a little longer than that, but apparently I’m wrong.”

“It’s the canister!” MK yelled, “they’re amplifying his powers.”

“You don’t say,” he muttered as he eyed the glowing blue power of energy then stared at it a bit harder as something felt off about it. “Somethings not right.”

Princess Iron Fan raised an eyebrow at his comment but quickly pushed it aside as she readied herself. “We can save questions for later, right now we have to get those off of my husband.”

“Right,” he nodded and his eyes went back to the Bull King who was getting up, “alright anyone got a plan.”

“Both Red son and I shall distract him, while the two of you get that monstrosity off him,” she said.

“Gotcha, you ready comet,” he summoned a few of his clones.

MK hesitated before nodding as he put his staff forward, “born ready.”

Then, without warning, the rest of the royal family burst into action as the two attacked the Bull King in a rapid fire as he was suddenly surrounded by a huge fire tornado.

“YOU SHALL FALL TOGETHER!” He roared out as he dispersed it with a loud crackle of energy.

Both of them, who was very much still injured and winded from their already long fight, were pushed back as they fell into the rubble. They slowly tried to get up as the glowing King stomped his way towards them.

His form seemed to almost ripple in anticipation as he locked his glowing blue eyes on their downed forms. No hesitation in his steps as the voices in his head urged him to finally end the traitors.

End the traitors

Destroy them for their treachery

Build a kingdom worth your name

Let their bones turn into ashes

Let their blood soak into the ground

Let their flesh set a reminder

You are the true king

“Yesss,” he hissed out his agreement as he raised his arms to finish them (ignoring the heavy invisible restraint against his arm and a small voice yelling at him to stop.) He would end this now.

Then his head was hit by a rock.

He snarled as he turned to look at MK, who was still in a throwing position.

“Hey, guess I’m a better pitcher than a hitter!” He joked, but then yelped as he felt himself get caught in the Bull’s hand.

“I’ve had about enough of you, one would think that you would learn more of the little sage tricks,” he snarled.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” he shrugged.

Bull King snarled as he proceeded to squeeze him until he was nothing but bones and blood.

“Wait! Wait!” He cried out until he poofed out in a golden light.

“What!” He shouted as he looked at the falling hair, “a clone!?”

“Yup!” He looked to see the real MK in mid-air, “and I didn’t learn little tricks from only the Monkey King,” he grinned as he summoned a hoard full of clones.

He snarled and was about to jump up to meet them when he felt his hooves and hands being grabbed, he looked down to see many Macaque clones holding him down, while some were grabbing his hands.

“Get ready for a nice wake up call,” the real Macaque smirked as he kept into the shadow to keep a steady supply of energy to his clones.

“HERE COMES MONKIE KID!” MK cried out as he and his clones proceeded to all out attack the Bull King until the canister was finally knocked off his back and with one final burst of energy, it had dispersed.

Freedom

Freedom

Gather back

Become one again

Vessel

Freedom

The black furred monkey felt a shiver running up his spine as he heard the voices ringing in his ears. He looked around and sure enough, it seemed that he was the only one who heard the ominous whispers.

‘That wasn’t a normal power madness,’ he concluded as he realized what really happened. Before he could tell the rest he felt a gust of wind come about as the three demons proceeded to leave.

“Are you serious?!” MK panicked as the rocks began to fall down all around them. “You really just left us here!”

“Honestly not surprised,” he shrugged his shoulder and grabbed his kid by the back of his shirt, “now come on and let’s get out of here before the rocks do us in.”

“How?!”

BOOM!

They looked to see a giant Monkey Mech burst in as Mei smiled at them.

“Everything went well! Need a lift?”

“Mei!”

“Nice timing Mushu.”

“That was some fight huh,” Sandy said as he ate his noodles on top of the giant mech with everyone else. “But we managed to stop DBK.”

“Nice job defeating him MK,” Tang grinned as he slurped up the remains of his bowl.

“I don’t know, I don’t think I really defeated him,” he muttered as he fiddled with his chopsticks. “There was something weird, that power he had just made him…different.”

“But we won right,” she looked on the bright side.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” the historian appeared over Pigsy's shoulder and was casually grabbing some noodles from his bowl. “You don’t need this right sugar.”

“Get your hands off my food!” He pulled away from his lover as everyone around them laughed.

Amid their exuberant energy, they haven’t quite realized that the area was almost desolate with anyone else, including animals and bugs that usually roam around here. The only animal anywhere near them was a bird that perched right on top of one of the outer rocks in the clearing. It seemed to be in a tranquil state as it took in the scene, so it spread its wings to fly off when a voice stopped him.

“You know you could have jumped down and talked to them instead of standing there like an actual creeper,” said Macaque as he emerged from the shadow.

The bird gave him wide eyes as he instinctively transformed back into his original form, “Didn’t really think I should just go in there when all is said and done,” Wukong said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Wow, it must have taken a long time to think about that with the way you were sitting there,” he rolled his eyes and leaned against the rock.

“I’m not that bad,” he muttered and settled back down on top of the rock.

“Could have fooled me with the number of times you have a stupid idea.”

“Oh like you haven’t had one.”

“I have my own fair share, but it doesn’t even pale in comparison to yours, should I bring up the Kinnara incident,” he smirked.

“How was I supposed to know that she would kick our ass for interrupting her song,” he grumbled.

“Your ass,” he emphasized, “I had the common sense to stay behind, one would think not to mess with a being whose own gaze can pierce through you.”

“Didn’t seem that way to me.”

“Well, you didn’t have something called survival instinct.”

“To be fair I had plenty of instincts, but I just chose to ignore it back then and thought she was a harmless target,” he then shuddered, “so many regrets that day.”

“Pfft,” he chuckled lowly and Wukong couldn’t help but join in. He knew he was very stupid back then and so much more impulsive and looking back on it now, it is rather funny. But the laughter couldn’t last forever as it then died down as the atmosphere turned into an awkward silence.

Both monkeys knew they were avoiding the bigger problem at hand, but neither wanted to bring that up. At the same time though, they couldn’t ignore it forever, and eventually one of them will have to make the first step soon.

So Macaque opened his mouth and said, “Well if you ever feel like leaving your mountain other than stalking my kid, the forest is always open.”

“Really,” his eyes widened.

‘You really want to see me again.’ The silent question was asked.

“It is a public area, though you might want to bring starlight along with you if you want to see the not so public sights,” he said with a shrug.

‘Yes, I do.’ Was the silent answer.

“I’ll definitely do that! Maybe sometime next week?” He couldn’t stop his smile from growing widely.

“That work, well I got to get back. Too much damn medicine to make and that’s with my clone's help,” he grumbled as he pushed back off the rock.

“See you then,” he said with a short wave.

Macaque flippantly waved his hand as he sank back into the shadows.

Wukong grinned as he watched his friend's aura travel through his shadows until he had reached the city limits. It was only then he turned back into his bird form and took off towards his mountain once more.

“So the hospital is really that backed up again,” MK asked as he sat on top of the rooftop with his dad the next day.

“Like a car side swiping a train,” he groaned as he laid down. “I just got done helping not even an hour ago.”

“I bet Yanyu had to drag you out,” the monkey successor snorted.

“Nah, she was snoring in the back room, she passed the fuck out a few hours back after a successful surgery,” he grinned in pride. His student has really come far since he first started teaching her and to think that she had doubts about her ability, now look at her working alongside the attending physicians. He can still remember her running towards him and lunged at him with utter joy on her face when she told him that she passed her qualifying exam. He is really proud of her.

“She deserves it,” he nodded.

“She does,” the monkey hummed as he got up, “but I think it’s time we talk about that little thing back in the cave.”

MK nervously straightened up as he scratched the back of his neck, “hahaha what do you mean?”

“You are still a terrible liar comet, why didn’t you call me,” he looked him in the eyes.

“I was going to,” he mumbled, not sounding at all convincing.

“Really,” his voice dripped with sarcasm.

MK tried to keep a straight face, but it didn’t last long as he groaned and put his face in his hands, “Alright fine I wasn’t! But I could have handled it! You're always there and I know I can count on you, but something I need to do by myself. I’m not a child anymore.”

“And I know your not, and I have tried my best to not hound on you,” he said then he let out a sigh, “believe me when I say that I know I worry a little too much-”

“A little?!” Mei shouted as she lifted the hatch up.

“Mei! How long have you been there?!” The twenty years old shouted.

“Hehehe, long enough,” she nervously giggled as she slowly climbed out and sat next to her brother. She had forgotten she was eavesdropping on them and just had to blurt out. “Kinda forgot, but I still stand by my point.”

“I know, I mean ever since you left I've been trying to hold back from outright following you around,” he reluctantly said, not even blinking an eye at Mei’s sudden appearance.

“And I'm glad you haven’t, Mei already has a tracker on all of us,” he shot a glare at his sister.

“Wait really?”

“Yes siree!”

“…I feel like I should talk to you more about that kind of stalking,” he eyed her as he was forcibly reminded of another monkey and his stalking.

“Have you seen the number of times we unintentionally get into weird situations, let alone the times we actively seek it out?” She deadpanned.

“And I take that back,” he retracted his words. “But regardless, I trust you Starbright. I trust you even when I want to scoop both you and your sister up and hide you away from the world. But when shit like this happens, I get fucking worried cause that could have ended in a complete disaster, you understand?”

“But it didn’t!” He protested.

“But it could have,” he shot back and leaned in close, “and I’m so fucking grateful that it didn’t. Cause what if something did happen and the both of you wound up biting more than you could chew, fuck the two of you could have died and I wouldn’t have known shit until I saw your corpse.”

“I-I,” MK didn’t know what to say as he lowered his head alongside Mei. Both teenagers were at a loss of words at the reality of the situation, especially MK.

Macaque took a deep breath and let out a huge sigh as he brought both children close to him, “Look, I trust you to take care of yourself, but if you think you land in a situation you can’t handle, please call me. I know I sound repetitive at this point, but I stand by my fucking word that I will come, okay.”

Both of them looked up to meet their dad’s concerned eyes and nodded.

“You got it,” Mei smiled and leaned further into his fur.

“Okay,” MK sniffed as cuddled closer to him.

The black furred monkey smiled down at both of them and gave them each a kiss to the forehead and silently watched the bustling city below just a little longer.

“I’m fine my queen,” Bull King grumbled as he walked through the cave. “I sustained only minor injuries.”

“I know you have, but you were overtaken by a sinister energy source that managed to drive you mad with power that put your meridians past the point of exhaustion,” she deadpanned. “You need to rest.”

“It still doesn’t make sense how such a source can overtake father's mind,” Red son muttered as he looked through an ancient book. “I have heard tales of items having power from their previous owners and using it to their own design, but never of just raw aura. It just doesn’t make sense.”

“You're not wrong spitfire,” they turned to see Macaque phasing out from the shadow of a rock.

“Six Eared Macaque,” Bull King grumbled before he suddenly caught a bag that was thrown at him. “What is-”

“Spiritual roots from the Kunlun Peak, brew those in tea and they should help your median lines get back into condition before the month is up,” the monkey said as he walked closer.

“This is most useful, I will transfer the money-” Macaque cut her off.

“Consider this repaying the favor of saving my son Raki.”

“If I had not attempted to harm your child in my plight of madness there would be no need for this,” DBK gritted out and slightly lowered his head. He knew that the slight of offense of their agreement was on him and his mad conquest of power, if the Six Eared Macaque declared retribution for his actions then he would have to honor his word. What the outcome will be for both sides remains a mystery.

“Yeahhh what you did was stupid, but that’s actually what I came down to talk to you guys about,” he patted Red Son on the shoulder, “your kid is right about the power madness, what happen to you was not that.”

“What?” Both father and son blurted out.

“Explain,” the mother's eyes narrowed as her hand twitched.

“You were being possessed by one bitch of a spirit, what kind, I don’t know, but I do know the signs of possession when I see one.”

“How?”

“Was the different colored glowing eyes not obvious enough? His spouts of madness? Him going completely feral? Whatever you guys found is powerful, powerful enough to influence you BK.”

There was a silence as the surreal announcement enveloped them then someone growled as two craters appeared on the walls.

“Who dares think they have the audacity,” Queen Iron Fan hissed out as the wind began to swirl around her.

“I swear when I find the leech who manipulates me, I will tear their body limb from limb, bone to bone, blood into ashes and let their soul never find rest,” the King growled out in utter hatred.

Prince Red Son said nothing as sparks of fire flickered on and off around different corners of the cave and his hand trembled with fury.

The Royal Bull family does not take lightly to insults upon their names. They are known for sparking dread within people, making those fall to their feet, being a symbol of fear and power spread all through the nation and someone had the insolence to try to not only take control of their King but even fucking dare try to rip the family apart and kill them under his own hands?

They shall feel their wrath, this they declare.

“Well I have my message out of the way,” he wasn’t even fazed by their spirited anger, “Red a word.”

This snapped the prince out of his fury as he walked over to his pseudo uncle, “How may I help you?”

“Not me per say, but certainly my two kids who are worried the hell for you.”

“Their okay right,” he quickly questioned as he knew MK was alright but hadn't seen signs of Mei.

“A little bruised up, but they had worse, but my advice to you kiddo is talk to them. They have been worried out of their minds and I’m sure whatever you might have done they’ll forgive you.” He knew that Red Son wasn’t talking to them out of some sort of self doubt and guilt, but he wasn’t about to pry into what he did.

“You really think so?”

“You’ll have to ask them yourself.”

“…I will,” he nodded, “Thank you.”

“No problem, but let me tell you that since I have known you for a long time and I know you wouldn’t do abuse trust so lightly, especially from people you give a shit about, I’ll let you off with a light warning,” his eyes began to faintly glow a light violet color, “I may not know what you did, but don’t try to maliciously deceive them again, okay.”

“Yes sir,” he immediately said.

“Good boy,” he smirked and ruffled his hair, “now stop fucking around and send them a text before I duct tape their mouths myself.”

“They’ve been that bad?”

“I almost sicced Daiyu on the both just so they could do something else other than complain,” he deadpanned.

“…full permission to do the same if they get past that point,” he smirked.

“You don’t need to even ask me.”

“Yes!” He excitedly pumped his fist.

[resonating-kitty]

A little drabbled that I just sat down and wrote out this morning. It may not make any sense what so ever. It's just a bunch of word vomit basically.

It's a Hybrid SMP/Origins SMP drabble featuring Philza and Techno.

There is a legend that speaks of two beings.

One represented darkness. He was a skilled warrior, his swordsmanship was unmatched by any in the land. His magic was said to be strong enough to unleash upon the land a plague that could strip it clean of all living things.

He was a faceless being, in any and all descriptions of his person there was mention of only the carved piglin mask he wore and the blood red eyes that were visible from the eye sockets. There of tales of wisps of black mist or smoke that would sometimes leak from under the mask but the truth of the accounts are unknown. He was adorned in black and light blue clothing, a cape, and always had an array of weapons strapped on him, an axe on one hip, a sword on the other (both netherite and enchanted heavily), and a crossbow that shot explosives secured to his back.

He was called many names, his name was whispered in every town.

The Wither. The Harbinger of Destruction. The Blood God.

Technoblade.

-

The other being was said to represent light, though his reputation was nearly as bad if not worse than that of the Wither's.

His race was said to be an elyrian though most argued that he had to be some sort of God.

He was rumored to be a cold, unforgiving man who's very aura could have the same freezing effects of a blizzard in the snowy tundra. His wraith was said to be akin to an avalanche, merciless, cruel, and sparing no one in his path.

They say that he held an immense power that was more than magic, that it was his very being. This seems to imply that he has elytrian grace, which would support the accounts of his race.

Accounts of his person spoke of magnificent wings, dark grey along the whole of the wings with light grey along the tips. He wore light blue clothing, similar to that of the Wither. His weapons of choice were an enchanted sword made of some sort of unidentified white metal and a bow. His marksmanship was said to be unlike anything anyone had ever seen before.

He was dubbed a title, as there were no survivors to utter his real name.

He was called, The Angel of Death.

-

The Wither and the Angel of Death traversed the land, granting their allegiance to whichever lord was will to shell out the gold to buy them.

They were effective, dismantling whole armies single handedly and causing the tides to turn in many battles that resulted in victory for their sides.

They seemed to be an unstoppable force.

Until, as the accounts go, the day the Angel of Death was shot from the sky.

That was a truly dark day.

In despair, the Wither went feral. Many lives, enemy and ally, were lost that day to his rage.

Then the Wither disappeared. Some say he too was slain. Others say he simply left from the world, returning back to the Nether from which he was birthed, never to set foot in the overworld again.

As for the Angel of Death, many say he is dead though there has never been a body to give proof to this claim.

And as time marched on, as it always does, the two being fell into myth, many forgetting out the reign of terror and bloodshed that they spread across the land.

Their names faded from memories... their reputations ceased to exist.

-

"Hey Phil!"

Blue eyes turned upwards, a hand coming up to shield against the glare of the sun. There was a half constructed makeshift island in the sky and stood on top of it was an avian by the name of Tommy.

"Yes Tommy?" Philza called back, he'd been coming back from a little mining trip.

"Do you think you could give me a hand for a minute?"

Philza smiled, a chuckle slipping past his lips. He'd offered to help before he left to go mining but Tommy had insisted that he knew how to make an island. He knew that eventually Tommy would call for his head.

"Sure Tommy," He called, unfurling his dark grey wings, "Let me just put my stuff away and I'll be right over."

He leapt into the sky, dark grey, light grey tipped wings spread wide.