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His Strange Addiction (Pt 3)

Pt 1, Pt2

Cody RhodesxFem Wrestler!OC (Milena, also face claimed by AJ LEE)

Desc: Milena is getting quite sick of Bianca eying her soon to be husband almost everyday so she takes it upon herself to be involved in a wrestling match with Bianca on Monday night raw & show exactly Cody belongs to. Melina decided to go with a storyline within WWE where she’s downright psychotic, Talking to herself etc & Cody has no idea until Milena makes her way into the ring.

Contents: Angst, Fluff, Arguing, Milena serving cunt, Cody being a whore for Milena, Mentions of insecurity, 1 Year time skip, slightly toxic duo, Violence.

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It was atleast 5 days before Milenas wedding & She had been furious with Bianca giving Cody the “Fuck Me Eyes.” So, without cody knowing she took it upon herself to join in on a Monday night raw women’s match against Bianca & get a title-ship & also prove who Cody belongs to. It was also perfect timing because they were still in Vegas.

Milena was in her dressing room getting ready as fast as possible before making her big reveal outside, Cody was just finishing up his promo out on the ring & suddenly heard random pop music blasting before seeing his fiancé make her way to the ring “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.” He muttered while Milena stared at him directly in the eye, hell Seth wasn’t even expecting this and he was the biggest instigator within WWE.

She climbed in the ring & wrapped a hand over the back of his neck while he mumbled against her lips holding the microphone away from them “What the hell are you doing?” She shrugged “You’ll see.” And then Bianca made her obnoxious entrance which shocked Seth even more and start jumping up and down with pure excitement like a goddamn ape, She snatched the microphone from Cody “Sweetheart n-“ Milena shoved him out of her way along with Seth before going face to face with Bianca “I know your too dumb to realize this but I don’t appreciate people trying to fuck with things that belong to me, & I’ve come to notice that you practically fuck anything with a dick despite your depressing embarrassing and BORING marriage, but you will not be getting anywhere close to Cody, and that women’s title ship? Will be mine.”

Bianca let out a laugh “Yeah good luck with that Milena, you’re not getting the title, never.” She got in Milena’s face trying to be intimidating but all she got was a smirk before she held up the microphone and slammed it in the side of Bianca’s head and smack her on the other side of her face and kicking her down while Cody stood outside of the ring with Seth covering his mouth. Absolutely nobody would expect this to happen, Jey was watching the fight from the locker rooms & just shocked, Milena was beating the goddamn hell out of Bianca and beating her face in & even getting blood on her hand until Bianca was to weak to get up.

Milena snatched the Womans championship belt and bent over on her knees mumbling inaudible words to herself before laughing at Bianca & biting the belt Cody climbed into the ring and grabbed her hand & walked out of the ring with her while making his way backstage “What the fuck Mills? Seriously? I thought we tell each other everything” She shrugged “Because if I told you I was gonna beat her ass you would’ve made me back out and that would make me seem like a little bitch that can’t find and I’m far from that.” Cody knew she had a point, it was a cold hard fact, he would make her back out.

“Jesus fucking christ Milena.” He muttered running his hands down his face while she just sat there watching him process the match “You didn’t even let her get hi-“ She stood up “You wanted her to kick my ass or something?” Cody fumbled on his words a little and sighed “No sweetheart all i’m saying is others will think it’s unfair.” Milena glared and scoffed “Fuck you Cody.” He clenched his jaw “Drop the attitude Mills.” She chewed on her lip a little bit and walked off “Seriously??!! Milena get back here!” She kept walking and held up her middle finger but He got close enough to grab her arm “Stop being a fucking brat” He glared but Milena wasn’t intimidated one bit “Since your so concerned about her & her winning or losing a fucking match how about you just go marry her instead, I’m sure she’ll enjoy it and drop her current husband for you, fucking asshole.” She snapped and tugged of her ring and threw it at him before walking off to catch an uber at the hotel they stayed at.

A few hours went by and she just laid on the bed still pissed off & once Cody entered the room finally calmed down he walked over to her & held his hands on his hips “Sweetheart look at me.” She wouldn’t budge, not once. “Milena. Look at me.” She let out a sigh and looked up at him “What Cody.” He pulled out her engagement ring from his pocket & grabbed her hand putting it back on her finger “I’m not letting you leave that easily and you know better than that, Your a smart girl Mills, You should know I’m to in love with you to let you go and run off like that.” She looked at him and felt her lip quivering & started to tear up before blinking a bit & getting herself back together & clearing her throat “Stop doing that, Stop forcing yourself into not expressing your emotions & forcing yourself to not cry. It’s not good for you & you know I hate it when you do that.” He climbed into the bed and held her face “Why are you siding with her Cody? I’m about to be YOUR wife and no matter what you’ll give her the benefit of the doubt.” She started tearing up again & wrapped around him “Babygirl I’m not doing any of that, I’m trying to have you avoid doing things like that match because it could affect your career with WWE. I know you love your job but if you go doing shit like that in-front of thousands of people that will get you swamped into backstage drama & public drama.”

She frowned and didn’t even notice she was crying until Cody wiped her face with his thumb “Sweetheart if I wanted Bianca I wouldn’t have proposed to you, I wouldn’t have planned a whole goddamn wedding with you & I most certainly wouldn’t have given you the ring back and I definitely wouldn’t have dropped on my knees to you as a full grown man BEGGING to have you back in my life.” He mumbled against her cheek “I love you Mills, nobody & nothing will change that.” He held her chin in-between his finger “Cody I don’t think this is good for us.” She whimpered “I feel like i’m going to push you away from me.” She frowned but he shook his head “No baby you won’t, nothing will make me leave you, if you think your possessive or whatever runs through this pretty mind of yours then you should get a peek of what runs through my head.”

She smiled softly & kissed his cheek “I fucking love you Cody” He laughed and kissed her head “I love you more babygirl, now c’mon we need some rest after today, especially you sneaky.”

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The next day Milena & Cody walked down the strip hand in hand before they went back to Georgia through plane, Some paparazzi surrounded them when they stepped foot out of the hotel & had questions about the fight but Cody held out his hand to keep your guys’ face covered until they finally gave up while He mumbled in her ear chuckling “Well look at you little miss super star.” Milena grinned and pushed her sunglasses on top of her head before stopping in-front of the Bellagio fountains & gave him a kiss “What time do we have to be at the airport?” He pulled out his phone & checked “in about…3 hours why?” She shrugged & looked up at him “Jey wanted us to meet him inside the Bellagio.” Cody nodded and insisted they’d better make their way inside and that they did. After 6 minutes Jey met up with Cody & Milena and had them go up to his room.

As they all enter Milena makes straight eye contact with Bianca so Cody stood infront of her while Jey did the same for Bianca and both of them immediately knew this was NOT going to be a good idea or end well, but then again Jey was the one who set this up.

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Still Alive ~ Chapter Seven

Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Ghostface Attack, Blood, Angst a tiny bit of Fluff, Anxiety, Trauma, Mention of Murder, Mental Breakdown, Trust Issues, Death Threats, Weapons, and Cliff Hanger. (Sorry if I forgot any!)

Word Count: 2,861

Author’s Note: Hello Everyone! I hope everyone’s holiday weekend is going good so far! Just wanted to update you all on more of my writing. The story I am working on right now won’t be ready to post till I would say the middle of June. It’s just taking me a little bit longer to write it since the chapters are going to be long. I apologize, I will try to stay active on here by posting other types of media. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Already warning you now that this chapter and next chapter will be all angst. Also they both will be ending in a cliffhanger! Next chapter will be posted on Friday!

When Kirby notified Sam and Tara that the killer is at Gale’s home, they stole Detective Bailey’s cop car to get to Gale as fast as they could. Y/N was sitting in the passenger seat while she gave Kirby the directions while she drove as fast as she could. Ethan, Chad, and Mindy stayed in the back of the van. As Kirby drove Y/N kept reassuring herself that her mom was going to be okay. Her mom is a fighter. Her mom has been attacked by every single Ghostface and has turned out just fine. But at the same time, that’s what she thought about when her dad went to save Tara. She couldn’t help but worry that when she gets there, her mom could be laying on the floor all bloody like her father. Y/N can’t lose Gale. Gale is the only blood relative that she has left. She can’t lose her mom the same way she lost her dad.

“Right there.” Y/N pointed to the building her mom lives in. Kirby parked the truck right in front of the building. Y/N quickly took off her seatbelt and got out of the van. She ignored everyone calling out to her and ran into the building. She knew it was stupid going up there without a weapon knowing Ghostface could still be up there, but she didn’t care. She had to know if her mom was okay. She was going to take the elevator but knew that it could take too long so she bolted to the stairs. She ran all the way up the stairs to the top floor since her mom lives in the penthouse. When she got to the front door it was wide open. Y/N wasn’t going to lie, she was fucking terrified to go in there, but she knew she had to suck it up. When she walked inside the penthouse, she saw Sam and Tara watching a duo of paramedics working on someone. When Y/N got closer she saw it was her mom laying lifelessly on the floor with multiple stab wounds on her body.

“No!” Y/N cried as her eyes flooded with tears. Sam and Tara looked over at her, with tears in their eyes as well. Y/N fell to her knees and cried. Sam and Tara ran over to her to comfort her. Sam was on her right while Tara was on her left. Tara wrapped both of her arms around Y/N while Sam held onto one of her hands. Tara moved Y/N’s head up against her chest trying to shield her vision from the paramedics who were doing CPR on Gale. Sam kept apologizing to Y/N but due to her heavy crying she couldn’t answer. Every time she opened her mouth only sobs came out.

Yes, Y/N was sad but the more she cried the more rage started to fill her body. She knew that rage because it was the same rage she felt when she found out about her dad. The same rage she felt when she saw her dad’s dead body in a black bag. When she finds the motherfucker that did this, they are going to have their blood on her hands.

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Y/N was sitting in the ICU waiting room by herself while everyone else was in the regular emergency room. They let Y/N ride in the back of the ambulance with her mom while Kirby drove everyone else to the hospital. After Kirby dropped them off, she went back to the crime scene to do some more investigation.

As Y/N sat in the chair she had venom running through her veins. She was furious. All of that sadness faded away as the anger took over. When will this fucking nightmare end? She squeezed the armrests of the chair so hard her knuckles turned white. She kept hearing her father’s voice in her head telling her not to break but she was breaking. She wasn’t even trying to calm herself down.

“Ms. Riley.” She heard her name being called in the empty room. When she looked up, she saw a doctor. “Are you Ms. Weathers daughter?” The doctor asked her in a curious tone. Y/N just gave him a slow nod. “We got her stable and we’re just about to take her into surgery.” The doctor told her which did ease her mind just a little bit. When Gale got to the hospital her breathing was shallow so they knew they had to get her stable and her breathing under control before they could nurse her wounds. Y/N’s grip on the armrests loosened a bit at that news. “When she’s out of surgery we will give you another update.” The doctor told her which she answered with another nod. Once the doctor left the room she stood up and made her way to the other waiting room which was at the front entrance of the hospital.

When Y/N got there she saw Sam was crying again and the group, especially Tara, was trying to calm her down. Y/N just stood there looking at her friends. She can tell that they also looked completely drained like she was, but the only difference was that they looked scared. Y/N wasn’t feeling scared at all. “Y/N.” Ethan said being the first one to see her just standing there staring at them. Y/N finally walked over to them.

“How is Gale?” Sam asked her full of worry. “Yeah, is she going to be, okay?” Tara asked, matching her sister’s tone. “They got her stable, she’s going into surgery right now.” Y/N answered with zero emotion on her face and in her tone. “Okay, what about you? Are you okay?” Mindy asked, noticing right away that something was going on in Y/N’s head. “You know, I am so fucking tired of being asked that question.” Y/N answered in a snappy tone which took all her friends by surprise. Usually, she comes up with a lie, so her friends don’t worry about her, but she wasn’t herself at this moment. She felt like she was dead inside, and she wasn’t going to hide it. “Y/N- “Chad started but she cut him off right away. “I’M NOT OKAY!” Y/N yelled as her hands turned into fists. She wasn’t looking at any of her worried friend’s faces. She was staring straight at the glass doors. It was good thing that it was just them in the room.

“I’m going to go find this fucker!” Y/N hissed and started her way towards the doors. “Y/N!” Ethan called out to her, but she kept on walking. He let out a sigh as he quickly rushed over to her. Before she could walk out the doors Ethan grabbed one of her arms and turned her around to face him. “Ethan, let me go!” Y/N told him in a warning tone. “No! You need to stay here with your mom!” Ethan told her in a stern tone. “But- “Y/N started but he cut her off. “I know you want to find this fucker and we will but right now you need to be here with your mom.” Ethan told her with a stern look in his brown eyes. When she looked into his brown eyes that’s when she realized he was right. That’s when she finally jumped back into reality. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves down. “Okay.” Y/N said with a slow nod.

“We’re going to be here for a while so how about I go to your apartment and bring you a fresh pair of new clothes.” Ethan said as he rubbed his hands up and down both her arms. When he said that, that’s when she realized she had her mom’s blood all over her shirt from the ambulance ride. I guess when she was holding her mom’s bloody hand, she wiped the blood off on her shirt without realizing it because of how emotionless she was. “Please, don’t go by yourself.” Y/N said in a pleading tone, finally showing some kind of emotion since arriving at the hospital. She looked at him with a soft gaze. “We’ll go with him.” Chad said walking over to them with Mindy following right behind him. “We’ll be back as soon as possible, okay?” Ethan said to her. Y/N just gave him another nod. She knew if she said anything she would beg him to stay. He’s the only one that’s been keeping her grounded. He gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head and walked out the doors. Chad and Mindy followed right behind him.

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Y/N and Sam were the only ones sitting in the waiting room together since Tara went to get drinks and snacks from the vending machine. “Y/N.” Sam said to her in a soft tone. “Yeah?” Y/N said looking over at her. “I’m so sorry.” Sam said to her for like the hundredth time as her eyes started to tear up. Sam wasn’t looking at Y/N since ever since they sat down her eyes were glued to the floor. “Why do you keep saying that?” Y/N asked with confusion in her tone. “Because all of this shit is happening because of me.” Sam told her with frustration in her tone looking over at her. “Sam, this is not your fault, you didn’t ask for this shit to happen.” Y/N told her. “But your dad got killed saving me.” Sam said as a few tears streamed down her face. “He died doing what he loved, he died being a hero.” Y/N corrected her. “Don’t listen to those assholes online. As long as the people who love you believe in you and know who you are, that’s all that matters.” Y/N explained to her as her lips curved into a small smile. “You’re not your father.” Y/N added which made Sam feel a whole lot better. She’s told herself that a hundred times but hearing someone else say it finally made her feel like she isn’t her dad. She may have Loomis blood in her, but she’s not them. She doesn’t have the same mind as them. Sam gave her a hug which Y/N returned right away. Y/N knew that’s what Sam needed to hear. Even though they have only known each other for less than two years, they feel like they have known each other their whole lives. When you share the same history with someone, it brings you so much closer to them.  “Thanks, Y/N.” Sam said as she started to finally relax. “No problem.” Y/N told her as she lightly rubbed Sam’s back.

The girls broke their hug when they heard a voice call their names by the doors. When they looked over, they saw Chad helping Mindy who had a stab wound to the stomach. She had one arm wrapped around her brother’s shoulder and the other hand on her bleeding stomach. “Mindy!” Y/N said quickly standing up and running over to her friend with Sam following close behind her. “What the hell happened?” Sam asked full of worry. “We were on the subway going to the apartment when Ghostface came out of nowhere and stabbed Mindy in the stomach.” Chad explained to them. “Hey, I’m- “Tara started walking in but cut herself off when she noticed Mindy. Tara dropped the drinks and snacks onto one of the chairs. “Holy shit, Mindy!” Tara said running over to them stand next to Y/N and Sam. “HELP!” Y/N and Sam yelled out. They got the attention of two nurses who quickly ran over to the group. “We got her.” One of nurses reassured as her and the other nurse took Mindy from Chad and walked her out of the room to get treatment.

“Wait, where’s Ethan?” Tara asked, being the first one to notice that he was nowhere to be seen. “I don’t know. When we got off the subway to tend to Mindy he was gone and so was Ghostface.” Chad answered with a shrug finally starting catch his breath. A million questions started to flood Y/N’s brain.

Did Ghostface take Ethan? Did he get killed? Is he apart of this whole fucking scheme? Could Ethan be Ghostface? Was he just pretending to like her to get to Sam and Tara? Was everything he said to her a fucking lie? Y/N broke out of her thoughts when she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. Y/N took out her phone to see that familiar caller ID flashing on her phone. She answered the call and put the phone up against her ear.

“Where is Ethan?” Y/N said into the phone in a demanding tone. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Worried about losing your boyfriend as well?” The sinister voice on the other end teased her. “Stop fucking with me and tell me where the fuck you are!” Y/N snapped into the phone losing her patients. “I’m at the shrine with your boyfriend and I suggest you come here if you don’t want to see him laying on the floor in a bloody puddle like your father.” The killer told her in a taunting tone. “Oh, and I would come alone!” They told her in a stern tone and hung up on her.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked her. “They took Ethan to the shrine and said if I don’t get there now, they will kill him.” Y/N answered as she put her phone in her pocket. “They also told me to come alone.” She added. “So, what’s the plan?” Chad asked in a curious tone. “I’m going with Y/N to the shrine because this sounds like a fucking trap to get Y/N alone to just kill her.” Sam explained. “I’m coming too.” Tara said, which made Sam immediately shake her head no. “No, you’re staying here with Chad to look after Mindy and Gale.” Sam told her in a stern tone.

“I still think you two should have an extra hand. We don’t know how many Ghostface’s we are dealing with.” Chad mentioned remembering how the killer never works alone. “I can call Kirby to meet us there.” Y/N said which Sam agreed with. “Let’s go kill this son of a bitch.” Sam said to Y/N. Tara and Chad watched them walk out the doors. Tara really wanted to come but knew not to argue, which was probably the first time she didn’t argue with Sam since the return of Ghostface.

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Y/N and Sam went to the shrine they saw Kirby already there waiting for them. “Alright, tell me the plan you two came up with.” Kirby said to them. “While I distract the killer or killers, I want you two to go look and find Ethan.” Y/N told them. “That’s the fucking plan?” Kirby asked obviously not a fan of it. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good plan.” Sam said agreeing with Kirby. “Well, we don’t have fucking time to come up with a better one alright!” Y/N said with frustration in her tone. “The killer told me to come alone and if they find out that you two are with me who knows what will happen.” Y/N added thinking back to the last thing the killer told her. “Ugh, fine! You’re lucky I brought two guns with me.” Kirby said taking one of her guns out of her holster and handed it to Y/N.

“Let’s go.” Y/N said and walked inside of the old building. “Don’t need a DNA test to prove that she’s the daughter of Gale Weathers.” Kirby said to Sam as they followed Y/N inside. “I’ll be in the screening room.” Y/N told them and walked away from them before either one of them could say anything. “You take the left side of the building while I take the right.” Kirby told Sam, which earned a nod in response. The girls went their separate ways but made sure to keep an eye on Y/N and any sight of Ghostface.

When Y/N walked into the screening room flashbacks quickly flooded her mind. She wanted to run out again, but she knew that she had to face her fears like Sidney did last year. She knew that Sidney was scared to go back into Stu Macher’s house, but she sucked it up and did it to make sure everyone was alright.

Y/N walked over to the glass case where the drawing of her dad was in. As she stared at the drawing the white ripped up curtain came down over the stage startling her. She pointed her gun at the stage but saw no one in sight. A video started to play. It was a video showing her and Ethan on the college campus a couple days ago sitting under the tree talking. She then remembered when she got that call before Ethan came up to her. That was Ghostface calling here. They were there spying on her getting ready to strike. She was the first person on their hit list, but Ethan showed up distracting her and fucking up their plan. “What the fuck.” Y/N mumbled as her eyes were glued to the video.

“Hello, Y/N.” She heard a voice say behind her.

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PURE [2] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

A/N:  443 notes?! THIS IS INSANE! Thank you guys so much for all the love under the first part of this, I was so shocked to see how many people enjoyed this story! I hope this one will be just as fun for you as the first one ^^

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PURE [2]

Corpse stared at the red screen with the word IMPOSTOR written in the middle, his eyes widened, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

“No way” he murmured into his microphone, no longer holding himself from breaking into laughter. “Do you guys see this? I wish I could see Y/N’s reaction.”

It took his audience just a second to respond, his chat being flooded with lots of comments about the said girl. 

“SHES SHOOK” he managed to read one from the hundreds of comments, once again bursting into laughter. “Yeah, I can imagine.”

He decided to follow Lily for a while to make himself less suspicious. He probably didn’t need to do that this time, since the others usually suspected him when he was innocent. Ironically, each time he was the impostor, they seemed completely blind to every murder he committed. 

They were both doing their tasks in O2 when the first body was reported. 

“Woah, Y/N is fast” he mumbled, before unmuting himself. 

“Okay,” Lily began speaking first “Corpse is 100% innocent, we were together this whole round, doing our tasks in O2. That’s all I have.”

“Yeah I saw you guys in there,” Felix said. “Where’s the body Sykkuno?”

“Um, so first of all I can also vouch for Dave and Y/N, we were hanging out all this time. So in the beginning, we were all in the upper engine, protecting each other like good friends that we are, and then we headed towards the medbay. And that’s where it gets interesting because I’m pretty sure I saw Poki leave medbay and run to the cafeteria.”

“You really think I would kill my best friend in the first round?”

“Yeah well, some people do” Sean scoffed, clearly referring to the last game when he was murdered by Felix. “Besides, I saw you guys when I was leaving Security so it looks like you were with her the entire round.”

“Wha- Okay, let me defend myself. I would never kill her if I was the impostor, which I’m not because she’d literally come barging into my room to murder me. She’d kill me for killing her first.”

Toast, who seemingly still held grudge against Corpse’s fellow impostor, decided to call Y/N out “Y’know, we all played with Rae before, so we all know how furious she gets after being killed first... but there’s one person who doesn’t know that.”

“Y/N/N?” Sean’s voice blared through their headphones “As much as I know how hard it would be for her to make the first kill, I can actually see that happening.”

“What?! Sykkuno vouched for me literally seconds ago, where the heck did you get that from Toast?” she asked in utter shock. Corpse glanced at his chat and leaned towards his mic, making sure that he was muted in the game.

“Y’know guys, if I didn’t know she’s the impostor, I’d believe in her every word. I mean, she’s so innocent, just listen to her.” he said with a smile, not expecting in the slightest how his audience will react. 

“Aww, he goes soft for her ^^” 

“The duo we need but don’t deserve”

“Y/N FOR THE BRIDE”

“What?” he almost stuttered, quickly going through the growing number of such comments. “I mean-”

“Ooh, someone’s getting angry. Where the heck? That’s aggressive, Y/N” Felix’s amused voice brought him back to reality, and even though Corpse didn’t use a webcam, he still tried to hide his pink-tinted cheeks in the material of his hoodie.

“It was not me! I swear! I was doing my tasks all this time, making sure that no one murders Sykkuno or Dave!” 

“You’re pretty defensive for someone who claims to be innocent,” Toast said with a smirk hiding in his voice. 

“Give her a break guys, she was literally with us all this time. I’m sure we would’ve noticed if she killed somebody” Dave stood up for her, but it seemed like all the attention was directed from Poki to Y/N. 

“Well maybe the other impostor is either you or Sykkuno and you’re just trying to clear each other?”

“Um, if there were two impostors among the three of us, the third person would have to be a crewmate. I mean, it would be impossible for them to kill somebody without a crewmate seeing it.” Sykkuno pointed out, much to Corpses’ relief. 

“I knew Sykkuno would vouch for her” he told his chat, before unmuting himself to defend Y/N as well “Haven’t we already established that Poki is sus as well? She was last seen near the body and has no alibi.” 

“I didn’t do it. The only person that could vouch for me is dead, we were with each other the entire round. I leave her for a few seconds and somebody kills her, but it wasn’t me.” 

“I don’t think she’s lying guys, I mean, if she killed Rae she’d probably be dead already” Felix chuckled “Let’s just skip this round, we don’t have enough evidence.”

“Alright, but Y/N,” Toast said, as everyone pressed the skip button “I have my eyes on you.”

Corpse could hear her sigh before everyone muted their mics. 

“We’ve gotta get rid of Toast guys, he’s too suspicious. I don’t want him accusing my partner in crime, even though he’s right” he chuckled under his breath, following Toast’s character into Admin. “Alright, Felix is with us as well, good. If I just pretend I’m doing card swipe, they’re gonna both vouch for me since everyone knows I’m great at this task.” he shook his head with a deep laugh escaping his throat. 

He could see the other two astronauts running around admin, before they both decided to leave, which gave Corpse a perfect opportunity to frame Toast. He killed the lights and chased his victim who, much to his joy, was now completely alone in comms. 

“Hi, Felix. Bye, Felix.” Corpse snapped his neck before speeding out of the room and venting into Navigation.

That’s when someone fixed the lights. And Corpse jumped out of the vent, only to come face to face with none other than Toast. 

“SHIT” he laughed in panic, seeing that he couldn’t use the kill function yet. “Shit, he must’ve seen me.”

And indeed, it took Toast just a split of second to run out of the room and speed towards the emergency button, Corpse hot on his tail, even though he knew he wouldn’t avoid getting ejected. 

“I’m busted guys, there’s no way they’re gonna believe me” he told his audience, watching as Toast’s character approached the button. However, Corpse wasn’t sure if he was just seeing things, but he thought that he saw an outline of another character appear out of nowhere just mere seconds before Toast called the meeting...

“YES” he almost screamed, at the same time laughing hysterically, when he saw the red cross decorating Toast’s name. 

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” Sean yelled, similarly to every other player that remained alive. “HOW DID THAT HAPPENED?!”

“Oh my God.”

“But- I don’t get it. What just happened?” Y/N’s soft voice sounded out, making Corpse laugh even more. 

“Someone killed Toast the moment he called the meeting.” Sykkuno explained, barely holding himself from laughing.

“Is that even possible?” she asked confused, her voice sounding so innocent and sweet that the other impostor couldn’t stop himself from grinning.

“Oh my god, she’s just- I can’t.” he chuckled deeply “She’s too precious guys, I swear I’m gonna do everything to keep her alive.”

“Yeah, that’s some big brain move. And since Toast is dead, there’s only one person with balls who could do it” Sean said, clearly very sure of his next words.

“CORPSE!” Lily chirped into her microphone, her voice soon being followed by others who eagerly agreed with her. 

“Okay, I admit I saw them in admin where I was doing the card swipe, but then they both left and I haven’t seen them anymore.”

“Were you in admin this whole time?” Poki asked. 

“Um- yeah, pretty much. I tried to beat my own record in failing a card swipe.” he replied, making everyone laugh. He thought of it as a good cover, unless someone entered the admin after he left... 

“Sykkuno where are you?” Poki directed her next question to the lime astronaut.

“Why am I accused again?” he asked confused “I was with Sean in medbay, I think Y/N joined us for a moment to do the scan, then she left, and then Toast called the meeting.”

“So maybe it’s her?” Dave commented “I mean, medbay is right next to the cafeteria, so she had quite an easy access to the emergency button.”

“Yeah, that would actually make sense” Lily added.

“Oh no, they’re gonna vote her off...” Corpse mumbled under his breath, deciding that he had to intervene. She just saved his ass, he couldn’t possibly just watch her get ejected because of that. 

“Guys, I didn’t even know it was possible to kill someone this way. Trust me, I played only a few times and Jack made sure not to reveal any of his big brain moves.” she scoffed at the last part, making Jack let out a loud laugh.

“How can we be sure you’re not just acting all innocent? I mean, you exposed Felix last game, being one of the last people to stay alive.”

“Y/N was with me when Toast called the meeting, she is innocent” Corpse decided to finally speak up. The silence settled among other players. “She found me in admin and made sure nobody killed me when I failed the fucking card swipe.”

“Why are you saying this just now, Corpse?”

“Cause he’s fallen for her god damn trap! I told you!” Sean argued.

“What trap?�� Y/N asked confused.

“I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s like listening to an angel” Corpse said, before he could stop himself. Everyone on the call went wild, just like his chat did... He didn’t know why he said that, it just slipped before he really thought about it.

“Corpse, you do realize you’re simping only makes you even more suspicious?” Poki asked with a laugh, and Corpse felt the blush rising up his cheeks. Even more, when Y/N completely ignored this comment, deciding to suddenly stay quiet...

Did he make her uncomfortable with such comments?

“Seriously though, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t her. We watched each other’s back, so I’m also clean.” 

“As much as I hate to do it, I have to agree with Corpse on this one” Sean suddenly said. “That she’s innocent, I mean. I’m sure Corpse just follows her around like a lost puppy and I didn’t see the two of them, but I doubt Y/N knew it’s possible to kill somebody like that. No offense kiddo.”

“See? Guys, it wasn’t me!” she exclaimed. 

“Wait, why do you hate to agree with me?” Corpse asked in confusion.

“CAUSE YOU’RE KINDA SUS CORPSE” 

“What? I just told you my alibi, weren’t you listening Jack?”

“We have twenty seconds left” Lily reminded, cause everyone seemed to forget about the voting time. “We don’t skip at 7, right?”

“Alright, I’m voting Corpse, I still think he’s sus even though I agreed with him.” Sean announced, much to Y/N’s dismay. She quickly objected, trying to defend her fellow impostor:

“It’s NOT him, I watched him fail that dang card swipe!”

“DANG?! NO NEED TO BE SO OFFENSIVE YOUNG LADY” 

“I’m also voting Corpse, he must be one of them.” Lily agreed with Jack.

“Sykkuno, I hope you’re not doing what I think you’re doing” Y/N asked the lime astronaut, who was silent for the past few minutes.

“I um- I don’t know, they kinda have a point Y/N...”

“Sykkuno, listen to me.” she lowered her voice, trying to convince him “Corpse is not the impostor. You know you can trust me, right?”

“...”

“SYKKUNO GOD DAMN IT, DON’T LISTEN TO HER!”

“Sorry guys...”

Corpse burst out laughing, seeing that out of seven remaining players, five of them decided to skip. 

“She’s too good” he chuckled, quickly running up Y/N’s character when they started the next round. He circled her white astronaut, and she seemed to get his message because she eagerly followed him into Electrical to fake the tasks and wait for someone to show up. 

Soon enough two figures waltzed into the room, only to be simultaneously decapitated by the two impostors, who then swiftly vented into medbay and locked the door to their crime scene. 

“That was smooth” Corpse smiled, happily running around Y/N’s character. “I love being impostors with Y/N, it’s so much fun. The best thing is that no one besides Toast really suspects her of doing something wrong.”

Corpse figured Y/N sabotaged the oxygen because the next thing he saw was Lily running past medbay to stop it from depleting. 

“Ladies first, Y/N” he mumbled, and even though she couldn’t hear him, her small character sped up and left the medbay, chasing after Lily. He waited a few seconds, before bursting out laughing.

Victory. 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Sean yelled in shock “Y/N?! EXPLAIN YOURSELF RIGHT NOW”

“Y/N HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”

“That was... I would never guess it was you!” 

“I’m sorry guys, I really didn’t want to kill any of you” she laughed apologetically, but Corpse could sense she was smiling “I just had no other choice...”

“Yeah, I’m sure you killed us by accident” Toast’s voice blared out, followed by loud laughter.

“What was that again? I didn’t even know you could kill someone this way?” Felix mocked in a high pitched voice, making them laugh hysterically. Corpse also found himself unable to catch a breath between his giggles.

“I told you guys they’d fuck us up.” Rae spoke up “But I was actually glad Y/N killed me first, watching her kill Toast was so much fun.”

“Ha ha, thanks, Rae!” Toast exclaimed ironically.

“Y/N and Corpse are just complete serial killers, I don’t know how else to comment that” Felix chuckled. 

“Well...” Corpse mumbled, unmuting his microphone “I can’t disagree. She’s a perfect partner in crime.”

“NOT AGAIN WITH SIMPING CORPSE” he heard Sean’s response, and once again felt awkward when his all his friends laughed at him, and Y/N remained quiet. 

That was, however, until her soft voice effectively quietened everyone. 

“It was.. an honor to murder my friends with you.” 

Corpse never thought his face could hurt from smiling so much...

“Alright, who’s up for another game?” Felix asked after a few moments, and received a chorus of me’s from almost everyone. 

“Unfortunately I have to go now, but it was so fun playing with you guys!” Y/N said, making everyone (Corpse included) object rather loudly:

“One more round, please? I want to see you kill someone again!”

“C’mon kid, what else do you have to do?”

“Stay with us Y/N, I need someone to protect me!” 

“I’m sorry but I’m really tired. I’m sure I’d just fall asleep on my desk and Toast would come up behind my back to murder me.”

“Well, that was actually my plan...” the man in question replied with a chuckle.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay?” Corpse finally asked “Killing won’t be the same without you...”

“I know, and I’m sorry... But I was working the whole day and my eyes just hurt and I feel like I’m gonna faint” she replied. 

“Alright, but just so you know, we’re playing again later this week, and I better see you entering the lobby on time” Felix said, trying to sound threatening, but failing at it. Y/N giggled to herself, the sound making Corpse smile almost unknowingly. 

“I wouldn’t dare to miss a chance to murder my new friends!” 

“Oh my god, she’s too adorable!” 

Everyone said their goodbyes and soon Y/N left the call, her small astronaut disappearing from the lobby, much to Corpse’s disappointment. He wished she’d stay a little longer, playing with her was something he found incredibly fun and quite relaxing if he was completely honest. Or maybe aside from playing itself, listening to her voice was what kept bringing a smile to his face every time she spoke up. 

“Guys, I think I’m also gonna call it a day, it was really fun.”

“What? It’s not even been over an hour!” Rae protested. 

“Yeah, I um.. I know but-”

“Don’t push him guys, he can’t play without his partner in crime” Toast’s teasing voice made everyone burst out laughing, and Corpse just shook his head, glad that nobody could see how red his face became.

“Fuck you guys, okay?” he chuckled into the mic, before finally saying his goodbyes and leaving as well. He thanked his viewers for watching and promised to stay longer next time, before closing the discord. 

He sat for a moment in his chair, staring at the black screen, a smile slowly widening on his lips. It was one of the best games he had ever played in Among Us, and he couldn’t wait to be Impostor with Y/N again. 

“Perfect partner in crime... I’m such an idiot” he mumbled under his breath and felt himself blush, shaking his head at how awkward that must’ve sounded. He pulled his phone out and checked his Twitter, only for his eyes to widen once he saw the top trending hashtags. 

#Y/NxCorpse

#Y/NfortheBride

#PerfectPartnerInCrime

“Oh my God...” Corpse yelped, covering his eyes with his hand as if it would make all those tweets disappear. “Why am I the way I am?” 

He considered texting her, trying to maybe make things less awkward than they already were, but decided against it. He feared he’d make even more of an idiot out of himself... 

Convinced that all those comments about simping and now those hashtags made her uncomfortable, it didn’t even cross his mind that Y/N might be looking at them at the exact same moment, with adorable blush tinting her cheeks, and her lips turning into a small, shy smile...  

A/N: I think about writing 3rd part... 

[inglourious-imagines]

Piece Of Cake (Fred Weasley)

Summary: Fred claims that asking a girl out to the Yulle ball is a piece of cake. Harry and Ron dare him to prove it.

Prompts: fluff list: 2 - "I don't care, just hold me." & angst list: "Try to see things in my point of view." & miscellaneous list: 4 - "My mum thinks I'm dating you." (changed a bit)

Warning: angst at the beginning, some swear words, fluff at the end

Author's Note: This is for @lunalovecroft 's 1K writing challenge! Probably it was meant to be the other way around, but that idea suddenly strucked me and I decided to give it a go. Happy reading ♡

HP Taglist: @alienoresimagines @95swifi

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"You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have." - F.S. Fitzgerald

All the Yulle Ball decoration were making Y/N beyond sick, every ribbon reminding her that she still did not have a date to accompany her throughout the approaching evening. Molly Weasley was so kind to send her as a gift the most beautiful dress Y/N had ever seen in her life and now she was genuinely thinking about not going to the ball at all. 

When she threw herself at the bench in the Great Hall right next to her best friend Hermione who was sitting way too far from Ron, Harry and the twins were seated. Y/N knew about the brightest witch's secret crush on the young Weasley that was slowly but surely growing into something more than just a simple crush. She'd even swear that Ron felt exactly the same about Hermione but she had to promise not to get involved or play a cupid. 

"He didn't ask, did he." Y/N dared to speak up first, glancing from Hermione's sad expression on her face to absolutely oblivious Ronald just a few metres away from them who seemed to be stuffing as much food as possible into his mouth as fast as he could. 

Y/N's eyes wandered from one Weasley to another, much taller one, who's smile was so contagious that she found herself grinning like an idiot for no particular reason.

"What do you think, Y/N." Hermione sighed bringing her back from her daydreaming, "guess he's not the only one who didn't ask, right?" 

Y/N looked at her friend again, simply nodded as she wasn't able to react in any other way. As much as she tried not to, she felt a bit disappointed when the only person she wanted to go to the Yulle ball with, hasn't asked her.

"They've been bickering for the past 15 minutes whether asking a girl out is easy or not." Hermione stated, clearly upset with the whole situation.

"Are you serious, 'Mione? What are their points of view?" 

"Well, Harry and Ron are obviously struggling to even compliment a girl in the right way but Fred reckons there's nothing easier." 

The girls look at each other and burst out laughing in the next second. "Like he'd know how to ask." Y/N managed to get out of her through her laughter, "however, I must agree with Harry and Ron. They're the most oblivious idiots." 

"Tell me about it." Hermione giggled but a trace of hurt flew over her face and Y/N suddenly felt really sorry for her dear friend. 

"Hey Y/N!" Fred shouted out of the blue, his clear voice echoed through the Great Hall causing other students to perk up their heads in order to find out what possibly he has in mind now. 

Y/N threw a look full of question marks to Hermione before turning her head to the tall red-head. "Yes?"

The moment his typical mischievous grin appeared on his face Y/N knew that something either funny and unpleasant to her or something embarrassing is about to happen.

"Will you..." Fred kept on talking as loudly as possible while wildly gesturing with his arms - apparently pretending to dance, "go to the ball..." now he was just pointing at her and him, "with me?"

Y/N's whole face turned brightly red, her nervous eyes wandering from student to student with such awaiting and amused expressions on their faces. Her heartbeat fastened in the matter of seconds that it seemed like it might jump out of her chest. Y/N looked at Hermione for help with such desperation hidden behind her gaze but her friend just simply shrugged, absolutely shocked with the sudden question, just like Y/N was.

A few seconds passed and Y/N was still sitting at her spot totally speechless. She imagined many times how Fred would ask her to the ball but never in a million years did she think it'd be like this - shouting at her in front of the whole Great Hall with absolutely no sign of sincerity or romance; to her it seemed like some sort of a bet to prove his point.

Their eyes for a moment and Y/N realized that Fred was convinced that she's going to accept his offer, confidence was basically radiating off of him. She knew he's not bragging, Fred was one of the kindest people she'd ever met but sometimes, sometimes he just wasn't able to estimate the situation. 

Anger was slowly bottling up in her as she quickly stood up grabbing all her books. As much as it hurt her to say it, Y/N was still able to straighten up looking directly into his eyes. "Sorry, Weasley, not interested. But thanks for the offer, I feel flattered." The sarcasm in her voice was more than obvious. 

Y/N winked at Hermione, rightly feeling satisfied with her as she heard a few laughs from many students when she walked out of the Great Hall leaving absolutely speechless and embarrassed Fred Weasley. 

•••

Y/N rushed into her dormitory, not wanting to deal with anybody at the moment as the anger was slowly transforming into hurt. This wasn't what she imagined.

She threw herself at her bed; her books were casted off on the ground, papers flying all over the place.

"Y/N! Wait!" a muffled voice of the too familiar Weasley filled her ears and before she knew it, Fred was standing in the middle of her dormitory with flushed cheeks due to the long run, doors slammed shut behind him. 

"Let me explain." he almost begged taking a few steps towards her. She quickly got on her feet as she shook with her head couple of times. "Please, no. I don't care if your intentions were the noblest, but it happened and that's it."

"If you could just let me talk."

But Y/N didn't see the regret in Fred's eyes, or how his hands trembled a little bit, she was way too furious to notice all these things.

"Try to see things from my point of view, Weasley! You basically shouted at me in front of the whole school if I want to go to the ball with you! I understand that you just wanted to prove something to Ron and Harry but this is not a game for me."

Every single word that left her mouth went straight to Fred's heart. He never in a million years intended to hurt Y/N, he'd rather suffer himself than have something happen to her. But he was scared, Fred felt truly terrified of asking her out and when the boys confronted him about it, he panicked. He didn't have an idea why he reacted that way. The pounding heart, sweaty palms, the hotness in his cheeks - all this was new to Fred Weasley and he wasn't sure what do to with his stormy emotions.

"I'm real sorry, Y/N. I didn't want to offend you but that doesn't mean I don't stand behind what I said earlier." he tried to ease the tense in the small room, his lips even formed into a cute little innocet smile.

"I don't know, Weasley. I simply think-"

"Let me make it up to you! The ball's tomorrow, just say yes."

Then they were there - Fred's puppy eyes that no matter how serious the problem was, Y/N wasn't able to bring herself to say no. She knew he's very well aware of that fact, he somehow managed to melt her heart.

"Fine. I'll go to the Yulle ball with you, Weasley. Don't make me regret it."

"I can certainly promise you that, Y/L/N."

•••

Y/N was nervously pacing in her new white dress that she got from Mrs. Weasley while Hermione was watching her with an amused expression.

"You know, this isn't funny." she frowned but a part of her was telling her how unreasonably ridiculous she is.

"Actually it is," her best friend couldn't held back the laughter, "you'll be fine. I bet he's even more nervous than you are." 

"Hermione! His mum thinks I'm bloody dating him!" 

"That's just so perfect. Maybe you will be after tonight."

Their eyes met for a moment and then, as if their minds were connected, the girls started giggling like some 13-year-olds. Y/N finally relaxed a bit, just like Hermione did, as they both promised themselves to look after each other during the evening.

"So what do you think?" Y/N winked at her friend, "shall we?"

"Absolutely."

•••

The duo walked together down the stairs leading to the dance hall, side by side, both of them smiling widely. Y/N found Fred's tall figure right away as he was nervously pacing back and forth mumbling something under his breath while George watched him amused. Just like Hermione watched her a couple minutes ago. God, how similar they could be.

"Well done, brother dear. Fucking well done." George whispered into his twin's ear tapping his shoulder. Fred's gaze immediately landed on approaching Y/N making him stop in his tracks. George just smirked and left with his own date to give them some privacy.

Fred was closely watching her every step, how elegantly she carried herself through the room, the beautiful white dress flew around her making her look like an angel descending from the sky. 

"Blimey, I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful like you." Fred breathed out, his eyes roaming all over her body.

"You don't look too bad as well, Weasley." Y/N blushed at his compliment as she sent him one nervous smile. The truth was, he looked way more better than just 'not bad' and she had to remind herself not to stare at him too much. He pulled her into his side, his scent and warmth immediately embracing her, and she found herself falling for this dangerously good looking red-head. 

"Everybody's turning their heads after you. I swear I even saw a smile on Snape's face." Fred pointed out, his voice filled with obvious jealousy as his grip on her waist tightened. 

"I don't care, just hold me, Fred." Y/N gave him a reassuring smile taking his hand in his, "just hold me."

"I never wanted anything more." 

[themaribatpit]

Jasonette July Day 9: Pixie

Written by: The Maribat Pit  @jasonette-july-event

Prompt: Pixie

Rated: T

(By popular demand, a slight continuation of Game On @aespades, @certainmuffinbagelcalzone.)

A/n: Edits have been made because I noticed the paragraph errors AFTER posting this.

Marinette was really starting to miss the days of working with Chat Noir at that moment, and that was saying something.  “Bugaboo” and “My Lady” were starting to feel more tolerable when she wasn’t being called that every second of the day.  Being called “Pixie” regardless if she was Ladybug or Marinette, was really starting to get old, fast.  For reasons that she could not understand, that’s what Jason insisted on calling her.  Sure, she was a lot smaller compared to him, but that coupled with needing to hang back and let Red Hood and Arsenal deal out the heavier hits was starting to get on her nerves.  She was just as experienced as them, she had a mentor just like they did, and had been saving lives for just as long as they had.  Ever since she had joined them, she thought that she would be fighting alongside a team again.  Now she was either supporting them or using her sewing skills to add improvements to their suits.  She was in good hands, some might say hands that were a little too good.  All this frustrated her to no end because she liked Jason, she would have thought that someone who had been a vigilante from a young age would understand what it felt like to be constantly underestimated. 

“Unbelievable,” she snapped one night as she came home from another mission.  She pulled off her pink flats and threw them across the room as she entered her apartment.  She didn’t even get the chance to use her Miraculous, she was effectively closely guarded bait on that last mission.  She slumped on the bed in frustration and Tikki hovered over to her, her antenna drooping in concern.  “Some days I want to wipe that smile off of that stupid face, just to prove I can.” Marinette grumbled into her pillow.  She didn’t hate Jason, she knew that there was some good in him.  Roy was the more optimistic and cheerful of the duo, like Jason, he had also been mentored by a more experienced hero.  Jason was a lot more reserved and cynical by comparison, though he wasn’t a complete Ice Prince like his brother Damian. 

“Maybe it’s because they’ve been doing this for a little bit longer.” Tikki suggested, after Marinette complained about it for the umpteenth time.

“Batgirl and Black Bat are only a few years younger than me,” she reminded her, “and there’s no doubt that they could hold their own in a fight.  No one gives them stupid nicknames, just shortened versions of their real names out of costume.” Tikki awkwardly scratched the back of her head.  “I bet you that he barely remembers what my real name is.” Marinette was getting increasingly furious at the thought “it’s always ‘Pixie this’ and ‘Pixie that’. I know I’m shorter than him, but I have taken on giant robot dolls, literal monsters, and I once rode a dragon!” Marinette yelled. 

Marinette throws a pillow at Tikki, only for it to phase through her. “What does he think I do as Ladybug? Create Christmas presents with my Lucky Charm?!” 

 At this very unfortunate moment Jason happened to return back to their apartment with Roy in tow. “What’s got you riled up, Pixie Pop?” Jason quipped after seeing the frustrated look on her face. This was the last straw for Marinette, “Stop calling me that! Does it please you to demean me? Does it bring you joy to fucking bully me day in and day out?” Jason and Roy take a step back from Marinette’s outburst. Marinette continues “I have kept Paris safe ever since I was 13, I didn’t have the World's Greatest Detective or a Robin Hood cosplayer helping me. It’s always you two off saving the day while I’m the distraction. Do I have to remind you that I’ve beaten Robin and Red Robin?” 

 “So have we, right Roy?” Jason says look backwards to Roy. Roy meanwhile was slowly walking backwards with his arms up in surrender.

 “Don’t drag me into this please.” Roy pleaded. 

 Marinette continued her rant, “So why do you keep calling me Pixie Pop like I'm some pet or stuffed animal?” She storms up to Jason and pulls him down to her height by the collar. 

Roy sensed the tension and wanted absolutely no part in making it worse, “You know what? I’m gonna go get us some shawarma.”

Jason looked over at Roy “Really, Roy?” A slight scowl made it clear he knew Roy was essentially leaving him to face Marinette’s wrath.

“All I know is that they are open at four in the morning and I’m hungry, so I’ll be right back.” Roy said, and he left the room.  Just as he thought Roy was out of earshot, Jason heard sprinting down the hallway.  Roy had abandoned him to face the burning blue fire in Marinette’s eyes.

Marinette let go of him, she didn’t need them, she had made that absolutely clear. 

“I’m done,  I don’t expect you to understand what it’s like to be underestimated all of the time.” she muttered harshly, “to always be kept at arm's length, because no one trusts you to do anything right.”

Marinette had no idea just how deep her words cut him, and Jason couldn’t really blame her.  As far as she knew, compared to his brothers, he might as well just be ‘the one with the guns and leather jackets’.  He hadn’t really told her about what had happened all those years ago, he didn’t even like to think about it himself.  Roy was one of the few people who understood what he’d been through. It was true that both of them started out as sidekicks, maybe the red in their costumes helped them stand out from their mentor’s shadows.  Their time as young crime fighters had left their scars. They were blindsided when they found someone who had been a heroine since she was 13, and took to it with the same determination they had when they were younger, more innocent, more naïve. 

 As Marinette flitted around the room, gathering her things, every nerve in Jason’s body was screaming at him to stop her.   He reached out and grabbed her by the arm, trying not to think about just how small it felt around his hand.  “Look, I’m sorry,” he began. What could he say to her? That he knew exactly what that felt like? That the last thing they wanted was for her to end up like them?  That every hit they took in a fight was one that she wouldn’t have to, so that she wouldn’t turn out broken like they were?  The problem was she didn’t see them as broken, she saw them treating her like glass.  If she was put through the same ordeal, Jason had no idea what he would do.  If she shattered just like they did, then in a way, they would have failed her.  If she came out still whole, still brimming with light, then what did that say about them?

 Marinette pulled her arm away, “I’ll show you, then you’ll be sorry” she told him bitterly.  With her backpack in hand and shoes on her feet, she pushed past him and walked out the door.  

 Jason remains staring at the open door, regretting how he had treated her. He grew fond of her during their time together as ‘Red Arse Bug’.  She had a cute face, cute voice and she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. “Stupid, stupid” he says to himself, facepalm at each syllable. Even with the now hostile relationship with Marinette, he knew he had to follow her. He had to stop her from making the same mistakes he did, so that she would not become like him. He put on his helmet and left to search for clues as to where Marinette would go and what she would do.

 Marinette wandered through Gotham city, unsure what to do now that she stormed out of the apartment she shared with Jason and Roy. She felt like everyone belittled her, Selena did, and now so did Jason. She needed to do something eye-catching, to prove to everyone that she didn’t need their help.

As she wanders past the Iceberg Lounge, she gets a spark of inspiration. If she could take down the Penguin single-handedly, nobody in Gotham would doubt her ever again. With unyielding determination she calls out “Spots On” and turns to Ladybug, ready to take on one of the cruelest crime lords in all of Gotham. Ladybug walks up to the front door and kicks it down, sending the door flying and knocking any unfortunate goons behind it. Penguin’s gang whipped out their guns, tire irons, pipes and anything that could count as a weapon and were now charging in to stop the intruder. 

 Marinette swings her yo-yo to wrap around one of the goon’s ankles, before swinging him around crashing him into several others. A guard points his rifle behind Ladybug, she spins around, sending her yo-yo towards the gun and pulling it from his hands. As the guards begin to group up together in an attempt to minimise the effectiveness of her yo-yo, Marinette looks up and begins to smirk. She flings her yo-yo upwards and hooks it onto a chandelier. She yanks it down, sending the chandelier crashing onto the unsuspecting guards. 

 Marinette dusts her hands and proceeds to walk through into the main hall. She proceeds to kick down that door too, she is then greeted by The Penguin surrounded by his gang. “I’m taking you down Cobblepot.” She shouts, swinging her yo-yo as if it was a lasso, preparing for a fight.

 The Penguin stands up from the seat of his large chair. “What are all you idiots waiting for?” He shouts all around him. He points his umbrella at Ladybug, and begins shooting his umbrella gun. “Get her!” The penguin roars, at this cue every gangster charges at Ladybug. 

 Marinette gracefully dodges and weaves around Penguin’s army, knocking each one out one by one. Until only The Penguin remains, she wraps her yo-yo around his umbrella, easily disarming one of Gotham’s most wanted. She walks towards The Penguin, slowly unravelling her yo-yo in anticipation of tying him up and sending him to Arkham Asylum. 

 The Penguin takes out a little remote control from his suit pocket, “It's not over yet.” he snarls and pushes a button. At that moment the entire building shakes.

“Born on a Monday” a voice groaned, followed by another loud thud. “Christened on a Tuesday.” the same voice groaned. Then a giant hand shoots up from beneath the floor, “SOLOMON GRUNDY” roared the giant as it emerged from the floor. 

 Red Hood and Arsenal had been watching the fight from a careful distance outside the Iceberg Lounge.  “Well, she’s managed to take on Penguins goons just fine,” Arsenal observed through the small pair of binoculars,  “she’s certainly had plenty of time to get very creative with that yo-yo”.

Red Hood’s hand was still itching to reach for one of his pistols, ready to jump in at the first sign of trouble. “By the way, how was your shawarma?” he asked sarcastically.

Arsenal looked over at him, raising an eyebrow “Hey, I’m not the one who said the one thing that just made her angrier, you were on your own there.”

“Nice to know you had my back.” he grumbled.

“Oh I do in a fight, you just decided to be an ass and poke the angry girl with a stick.” Arsenal pointed out.

Their banter was interrupted by an earth shattering thud, following a loud groan “Born on a Monday.” At that moment their blood ran cold. Red Hood and Arsenal rushed towards the Iceberg Lounge. Both worried for Ladybug and aware of what comes after that dreadful nursery rhyme. 

 “What are you two doing here? I can handle this.” growled Ladybug as Red Hood and Arsenal arrived. 

 Before either Red Hood or Arsenal could answer, they were interrupted by Solomon Grundy smashing the ground where Ladybug was standing. Ladybug gracefully dodged the punch, grappling onto a ceiling lamp to swing towards Grundy with a kick. 

 The giant grabbed Ladybug while she was mid-air and threw her towards her partners. Red Hood catches her, holding her tightly as the two fly across the room. He shields her from the shock, taking the brunt of the impact as they crash into the wall. 

 Red Hood groans “You okay?” Ladybug looks up to see she was relatively unharmed, but Red Hood had taken the brunt of the throw. Concern visible on her face as she sees Red Hood’s damaged helmet, and the bruised and bloodied face beneath.  

 Their quiet moment together was interrupted by Arsenal's cries for help. Every arrow he had in his quiver wasn’t making a dent in Solomon Grundy. Ladybug decides to cast Lucky Charm in desperation, and swings her yo-yo up. The ladybugs converge to form...a polka-dotted stick of dynamite. 

 “Arsenal!” She called. “Tie this to the end of an arrow, Red Hood and I will keep it busy.” She tosses the dynamite to Arsenal and tells Red Hood to tie Grundy down.

 Ladybug using her yo-yo grabs on to Solomon Grundy’s left arm while Red Hood uses his grappling hook to hold on to his right arm. Leaving Grundy exposed and immobile, giving Arsenal the opportunity for a clear unobstructed target. 

 Arsenal draws and aims the special Lucky Charm Explosive Arrow. The giant zombie growls “Arrow Boy no hurt Grundy.” 

 “Arrow Boy yes hurt Grundy” quipped Arsenal, before releasing the arrow causing a thunderous explosion into Solomon Grundy’s face. The giant slumps, Ladybug and Red Hood quickly release their hold and watch its body fall back into the hole in which it came from. 

 Solomon Grundy’s body lays motionless in the basement of the Iceberg Lounge as the three peer over the hole in the ground, “Let’s get outta here before the GCPD or worse, Batman arrive” Red Hood points to the front door, and the three of them leave the lounge to head back to their apartment.

As the three arrive home, they each find a nice comfortable spot to collapse onto. Jason claimed the sofa, slumped down Roy in the middle of the living room floor and Marinette sat at the dining table. “I vote for a week off.” groaned Roy.

“I second that motion” agreed Jason. 

“I still have design work to do.” Marinette told them, not really looking at either of them at that moment.  She was torn between appreciating their help, and frustrated that she hadn’t been able to handle the situation herself like she thought.

“Still that was one hell of a fight, and hey, you still managed to take on a squad of goons by yourself.”  Roy said, “I’m so proud” he said dramatically pretending to wipe away a happy tear. 

He nudged Jason in the leg, “um, yeah, good work” he said awkwardly, slightly lost in thought. Marinette smiled slightly, before turning her attention back to her little fairy friend perched on the table. 

“So does this mean Red Arse Bug is back together?” Roy asked enthusiastically, Marinette wasn’t really paying attention. 

The name still needed work, for one thing.  For once Marinette felt like her powers were being used in harmony with their abilities, but she wasn’t sure if it was a feeling that she should get used to.  Marinette could still vividly remember seeing Jason’s bruised and bloodied face beneath his helmet.  Jason stood up and walked over to the fridge, looking for ice to dull the swelling on his face.

“Not with that name,” Jason grumbled, not entirely sure if Marinette was willing to stay after their argument.  Someday, somehow, he would tell her the full story of what happened to him.  Right now, that was a whole Pandora’s Box that he just wasn’t prepared to open.  Nestled at the bottom of that box was hope, a hope that no one else would meet that same fate.

“...Lucky Shot?”  Marinette suggested as she carried Tikki over to the sofa and sat down.  Both Jason and Roy looked up, it made some sense, seeing as they both used projectiles and she had her lucky charms.  Jason tentatively made his way back to the sofa, ice pack in hand.

“Sounds better than ‘Red Arse Bug’.” Jason remarked, as he sat back down. 

“Well, let’s see if our little adventure made the news” Roy said, as he reached for the TV remote.  Jason tuned out Vicki Vale’s voice as she reported on the fight that took place at the Iceberg Lounge. 

As Roy slept at their feet, Jason knew if they were going to continue working together as a team, they couldn’t keep her in the dark any longer.  

“Hey Marinette.” Jason speaks softly. Marinette's ears perk in surprise, hearing speak her name for the first time. “I’m sorry, for what I said and how we treated you. You’re right.” He gestures to the sleeping Roy on the floor, “Both of us started out as sidekicks, we both grew up in the shadows of Batman and Green Arrow. Both old men with impossibly high standards, everything we did was never enough.”   Marinette listened intently as she shuffled closer to him on the sofa.  “We’ve both been to hell and back, Marinette. Literally in my case.” he explained, Marinette glanced down at Tikki for a moment, as if silently asking if her magic was somehow involved in this.  “But always remember, we have each other’s backs, just like The Three Musketeers.” Jason told her, Marinette giggles at his literary reference.

“Roy’s Porthos, you’re Aramis, I guess that makes me D’Artagnan.” Marinette chimes. Jason loved to see that hopeful smile on her face.  What scared him the most was the idea that something or someone would try and take that away from her.  They couldn’t keep treating her like glass, and they couldn’t keep treating her like a sidekick if they wanted to keep her from making their mistakes.  They were all going to fight like hell to make sure this world didn’t break her the way it broke them.  Marinette leaned in close and rested her head on his shoulder.  He felt her calm even breathing, fanning his neck as she slept peacefully at his side.

[ressyfaerie]

Hi there! I hope I'm not too late for sending in asks 👉👈

Prompt : kai and Bryan having feelings for each other and being pissed off about it.

And you can use the dub names :)

Okay so I actually thought about this one for awhile and added some RESSYFAERIE FLARE so I hope you like it! Lets get these 2 silver boys goin- (disclaimer i know fuckin nothing about guns cause im canadian lmao), also I don’t know much about Bryan’s character (I mean there’s not much to go off of in the anime haha so I hope I get it right!). * are private thoughts! LOTS OF F BOMBS, because apparently I can’t write these Russian fucks without swearing every 5 seconds-

Kai finally admitted it.

He forgot how to shoot.

Obviously- he forgot most things from the abbey, and he preferred to keep it that way, but this one thing-

“I get why you forgot.” Bryan shrugged his shoulders in their Russian training room. “But why do you want to remember?” 

Kai hesitated before answering, “I want to take over the company one day. But I can’t take over a weapons manufacturing company if-”

“You forgot how to shoot a gun.” Bryan completed his sentence for him so he wouldn’t have to struggle. 

“Yeah.” Kai let the word fall like thick tar. 

“We all learned in the abbey, I know that.” Kai was desperate to get these thoughts out.

“Benefits of being a child soldier.” Bryan kicked his legs up and balanced them on a table. 

Kai looked to the side.

“You’re worried about something else, what is it?” Bryan’s dominating attitude never affected Kai, but it was worth a shot. 

Kai simply looked back at him, his classic emotionless stare. 

“Spill the damn beans Hiwatari.” 

Kai sighed, “What if- I remember something when I’m learning.”

“That’s why you can’t have just anybody teach you?” Bryan nodded finally understanding. 

“Yeah. I imagine Boris’ teaching techniques weren’t exactly-”

“Normal?” 

“Ethical.” Kai chose his words wisely, like always. 

“If you stop with that proper speech around me I’ll teach you.” 

Kai’s eyes lit up slightly, “really? I wasn’t expecting you to agree so easily.” 

“Gun range tomorrow. Bright and early. I’ll give you bonus points if you bring one of those new Hiwatari pistols.” 

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Ah,” Bryan shrugged, “Worth a try.” 

-

Kai waited in the range, Bryan was as usual, late. 

“Hey Kai.” Bryan approached with his learned silent walk. Kai jumped slightly when he appeared behind him, “sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” 

Kai rolled his eyes. “You totally did, don’t lie.” 

Bryan gave him that deep growl laugh that Kai liked.

*Wait liked? Did I just think that- For real?*

Inside the range it was dead quiet. 

“I like coming here early, no one is here. Not many people like to play with guns first thing in the morning.” Bryan grabbed a table and moved it closer to one of the stalls as if he owned the place. 

Kai crossed his arms, watching him and absorbing him- his technique. 

*Focus on learning you idiot-*

Kai shook his head to clear his thoughts. 

Kai landed back on planet earth and wondered when Bryan had placed the pistols on the table in front of him.

“Do you remember how to load?” Bryan began to tear one apart piece by piece.

Kai shook his head. 

“Try.” Bryan used one hand to gesture to the table “oh- wait” 

Bryan walked towards Kai and got a bit close for comfort.

“What the fuck are you doing-” Kai flinched back and closed one eye when Bryan plopped something around his neck. 

Kai felt his face flush a bit.

*Fuck, fuck fuck fuck-*

Kai reached for the heavy thing around his neck, “Oh- earmuffs.” 

“What do you think I would put around your neck? Weirdo.” Bryan shot him a confused glare. 

“I- I don’t know!?” Kai became worried when he didn’t think through his response, he sounded like a teenage girl, he hated it. 

Kai took a deep breath and approached the table.

“It’s not loaded.” Bryan reassured him. 

Kai went to grab the pistol but his hand hovered overtop of it, he was scared, it frustrated him that he didn’t know why. 

Bryan slowly grasped his hand and lowered it onto the gun. He held his hand there for at least a minute, Kai wasn’t counting, but he was shaking slightly. 

“Don’t be scared I’m here.” 

“Fuck off-” Kai tried desperately to not be a schoolgirl but he came off a bit rough. 

“Alright fuck you too then figure it out yourself.” Bryan ripped his hand back at the speed of light. 

Kai’s emotions were all over the place, he hadn’t even noticed himself picking up the pistol and treating it like an old friend, loading it with much practice. 

“Woah.” Bryan’s eyes grew wide, he felt a feeling flutter in his chest, and he again, pushing it away, menacing stupid feelings. 

Just like that Kai was holding a loaded pistol. He stopped in his tracks and let his eyes fall on it. He was silent. 

“You alright?” Bryan worried about him, he worried about him all the time.

“I’m fine. How do I shoot it?” Kai turned to the partitions mentally locking on to the targets far away.

“Try it for yourself first- oh.”

Kai was already in form, so Bryan took it upon himself to strut over and put his ear protection on for him. 

Kai wasn’t pulling the trigger. He left the safety on, unmoving. 

“Here you have to fix your stance.” Bryan poked Kai’s bicep when he didn’t respond.

*Guess he can’t hear me.*

He grabbed Kai’s leg and tried to organize it differently, then kicked his other foot. “There that’s good, not you’re arms-” He delayed thinking of how to do this without getting his hands all over Kai- As much as he wanted to-

*What the fuck!? I don’t want to touch him- I what- Ew!*

“I have to grab your arms Kai.”

“What!?” Kai was confused. 

“Okay here-” Bryan stood behind him and wrapped his arms over Kai’s shoulders.” He reached for his forearms and tried to move them, “Oh my god Kai fucking untense jesus-” 

Kai let himself relax a bit. 

“There. Wait-” 

Bryan leaned his head over Kai’s shoulder and clasped his hands around Kai’s over the pistol.

“This isn’t quite right-” He moved a few of Kai’s fingers. “There!” He jumped back fast trying to hide his red face from Kai. 

*What? I’m so done with these feelings it’s just Kai it is JUST KAI!*

Kai’s breaths were ragged. 

Bryan became worried. He got closer to Kai again and grasped his shoulder, “In your own time.” 

Kai’s jaw moved, he bit his lip and held the gun tighter. 

*Fuck that’s hot-*

And he shot the gun 1, 2, 3, 4 times. 

Bryan felt the electric shock run through his body on every shot. 

Kai turned to look at him, he took off the ear protection. 

“Can you reload it?” Bryan asked.

“Yeah.” Kai began to reload it and then went back to his stance. He grew uncomfortable, “can you show me again?” Kai asked uneasily. 

“Of course.” Bryan took his old position behind Kai, this time leaning into his back more, because, well- Fuck you that’s why. 

 “Put my earmuffs back on asshole.” Kai grinned. 

“Of course fuckface.” Bryan accidently grazed Kai’s chin when he grasped the muffs. 

He put them on Kai’s ears and gave them a pat, he still stayed behind Kai, he wasn’t sure why, and it pissed him off that he couldn’t move. 

Kai shot the gun again 4 times. The sound from behind was deafening and Bryan leaned into his shoulder a bit more, against his will the words he had been thinking for a while slipped out.

“I think I like you and it’s driving me fucking crazy-” 

Kai still held the gun, unmoving. 

*He couldn’t have heard me, there’s no way- the earmuffs*

“What did you say?” Kai angled his head to stare at him. 

“N-Nothing- reload and shoot asshole-” 

“It sounded like you’re gross.” Kai couldn’t keep his face expressionless, he was cracking a smile, he hated it. 

“I’m not gross?” 

“Even though you like me?” 

The gun range had never been quieter. 

Bryan’s face turned red as a beet, first from embarrassment, then anger. 

“I don’t fucking like you, you rich brat fuck you! Fuck!” Bryan pushed himself away from Kai, Kai put the gun back and took the earmuffs off onto the table beside the gun. 

“These earmuffs suck.” Kai had never been more stoic, it pissed Bryan off.

“How the FUCK are you so NORMAL right now? Are you messed in the head-” 

“Yes.” Kai’s expression grew from stoic to furious. 

“You’re an idiot Kai Hiwatari- and you can learn how to shoot yourself- Die for all I care-” Bryan crossed his arms, his face was still the same shade of red. 

“You’re the idiot, moron!” Kai rolled his eyes.

“Why? You know what fuck you-” 

“Because I think I like you too… Bitch.” Kai’s last word didn’t hit as hard, but Bryan felt like he had been hit with a shotgun. 

“You’re an idiot Kai really? For real. You’re fucked.” 

“You’re fucked- I can’t even shoot a gun and yet here you are-” 

“Cause of your fucking soft skin and dumb breath and stupid lips and your adams apple, it’s just always there!” Bryan raged and took a few steps towards Kai, he was ready to fight this guy. 

“Well I hate you’re stupid hair and face- and you’re videogame obsession and- mf!” 

Kai’s words were cut short when Bryan grabbed his stupid scarf and the back of his moronic head and pulled him closer kissing him in the process. 

Angry making out is weird, but they loved it. 

Once they pulled away someone had to break the silence. Kai decided it had to be him, somehow the more sociable of the duo. 

“I think I know how to shoot a gun now… Thanks.”

[luna-almighty-god]

Guardian Angel N°1 [The most beautiful flower could not satisfy me…]

Read on Ao3 !

Translated by @theokusgallery ! Thank you very much!

This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.

Dreamtale belongs to @jokublog , Error belongs to @loverofpiggies and Ink belongs to @myebi ! Enjoy your reading!

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Ink sighed long, his back arched while he watched with a dull eye the field of echo flowers in front of him. He was desperate, desperate by his constant fails, his flirting attempts for Error that didn’t lead to anything. Seriously, why couldn’t the Destructor just accept his advances? Oh, yeah, because he had haphephobia, they were both enemies and, parenthetically, because Error hated him.

Yet, the painter just wanted to stop these perpetual fights, he wanted love and nothing else! But no, no matter the efforts, the Destructor didn’t want to hear anything.

A teleportation noise caught his attention, taking him out of his sullen thoughts to annoy him even more. He could recognize these steps between a thousand, so he left a weary sigh out:

“Nightmare, I am really not on the mood to fight now.”

The bad dreams master was definitely most detestable living being that Ink could ever know, and he was weighing his words! His animosity towards him wasn’t a secret for anyone and this hate was perfectly reciprocal. Yet, this night, Nightmare didn’t try any trick, any attack. He just set next to the painter without saying a word, visibly mad even if he was trying to control himself.

“I’m not on the mood either if you want to know.

-Bad day?

-Yeah. You too?

-Yeah.

-Error ?

-Killer ?”

They both nodded at the same time. What a poor duo… The only think they had in common was the fact that they both were as bad in love as the other.

Ink puffed his cheeks:

“I’m done making efforts for nothing! Seriously, I’ve been flirting with him for a while now to obtain nothing but hate!”

Nightmare laid his chin on his hand, irritated:

“Same. I make considerable efforts for Killer and this asshole still say that I’m not honest and that he’ll go with Color!”

New simultaneous sighs. They shared a look. An understood look as if, for the first time in many centuries, they were on the same wavelength. After all, … If their loved ones rejected them, what was left for them? What was left except them, two broken and sad souls, looking for comfort?

They brought their faces imperceptibly closer, staring at the other, ready to turn the page, to go to the next step…

And a crunching sound petrified them. Still near to each other, not sure if they heard well or not, they slowly spinned their heads to see behind them… and then they saw a black bones' skeleton, sitting just behind their back, who was looking at them, eating greedily a handful of pop-corn.

“Go on, go on.”, said the stranger, still staring at them.

The two others blushed with embarrassment, suddenly getting further to each other, recovering quickly.

“Who are you ?!” yelled the master of nightmares, unsheathing his deadly tentacles.

The stranger took the time to end his bouchée, then licked his fingers one by one before standing up and dust himself. Mad of impatience and rage, Nightmare projected immediately his appendages towards him… To hit nothing but empty.

“Wh…?

- What? You think I’m just gonna stand there and take it?”

Nightmare speedily turned around: the black bones' skeleton was now behind him, one hand in a pocket of his long violet coat and the other rearranging his grey scarf around his neck.

“…. Hum… Really, who are you? I don’t remember having seen you in the Multiverse! Ink intervenes, curious, while his pupils were turning into interrogation points.

- Yup, I'm new here, and I don't like socializing. But I like overflowing love scenes.”

The stranger tends his hand to the painter, a little smile on his teeth:

“Yo, my name’s Nyx, Nyx the skeleton.”

Always happy of meeting new people, Ink didn't hesitate to shake his hand:

“Nice to meet you! I'm Ink, the multiverse guardian! And here’s Nightmare, the bad dreams’ guardian!”

Bad dream's guardian who grumbled, glancing at Nyx. This one gave him an amused smile and stretched.

“Cool. So, you're a couple or something?

- Wh… NO! panicked Ink. It’s… It's just that…!

- That you've been rejected by your crushes and you're looking for comfort? Not lucky, really.”

Nightmare prepared himself to skewer Nyx but was narrowly restrained by Ink. Without even caring about it, Nyx took a huge bag that he had left near here and started to look for something in it. He ended up taking a notebook and a pen, then wrote.

“Hey, would you guys wanna do an experiment? said Nyx. I want to increase my matchmaker skills.

- Matchmaker? cautiously repeated the two others.

- Yep, like, I try to play the matchmaker. I can help you with your men.

- Tch, go die, mumbled Nightmare.

- Ok, I write ‘do not cooperate, prefers to let Killer to Color’ “

A tentacle caught violently Nyx on his neck, but he didn't even let his sketchbook down. Nightmare, mad of rage, rumbled with hate:

“I'm going to make you swallow your own teeth…

-… No problem. So, you know how to manage with Killer?”

The bad dreams' master tensed up, reluctant. He thought of Killer's face, of his smile, his laugh, of his presence that he could not do without anymore, that he would miss so much if he left the castle...

He rumbled again but let Nyx fall on the ground. The one massaged his neck, wincing a bit, but came straight back to his goal:

“I guess I can intervene then. Same with Error, isn’t it?

- How did you…? marveled Ink before getting interrupted.

- I’d just ask a place to live, please. A bedroom in the castle will be perfect.”

He took his things and dragged Nightmare and Ink in a portal, landing directly in the bad dream’s castle, in one of the main free rooms. Any of the two skeletons had the time to be chocked that Nyx continued, still writing on his notebook:

“So Killer doubts of Nightmare and wants to go with Color, so we have to show him his master's sincerity and take him away from the rival. Any idea? Of course not, or you wouldn't need my help. I'm gonna think about it. As for Error, we have to find a way to reach his feelings. I already have some ideas about that. Let's talk about this tomorrow, okay?”

He dragged them to the door while saying all of his monologue, and it was when the door slammed and they were all alone in the corridor that they finally realized that they had been totally manipulated from the beginning by a completely unknow skeleton who, astound, seemed to know their entire life.

  Ink was the multiverse's guardian, the creator, one of the most powerful living beings of all AUs. But beside his role and his duty, Ink was still a big child skeleton and immature who liked to have fun, and plainly, this secret meeting between him, Nightmare and Nyx was one of the most entertaining. He seemed to be a member of a secret group with serious rules like “Rule 1, talking about the secret club is forbidden. Rule 2, talking about the secret club is FORBIDDEN!”.

However, he was having a lot of fun and stamping with excitement, cross-legged on the bed of the room that Nightmare ‘gently' lent to Nyx.

The bad dreams’ master, as for him, was standing, crossing his arms, looking grumpy with a furious look. This meeting enchanted him as the undesired presence of this unknow skeleton in HIS castle, which wasn’t much.

And last but not least, Nyx, peacefully seated on the office's chair, doodling random things on his sketchbook while chewing some dangos' skewer.

“Ink, we’re gonna start with you, finally announced the black skeleton.

- Ok chief ! What do I do ?

- The opposite of what you did until then.”

The painter leaned his head on the side:

“What do you mean?

- You’re giving too much attention to Error. You’re always looking for him, talking about him, showing that you want to see him and that you love him, and I don’t mention the fact that you’re always trying to approach him.

- I'd just want him to get used to me and to try to touch me…

- Unfortunately, it doesn't work, so we're gonna change our method. First, stay away from him, don't talk about him, stop looking for him every time. You're preventing him from living by showing your affection too much. He's gonna feel jailed and forced, that's not what you want, isn't it? A mutually consented relationship his better, huh.

- Yes, of course, seen like this… I never thought about it this way.”

The creator looked down shamefully before refocusing his attention on Nyx’ speech:

“More, Ink, being obsessed with someone is dangerous for yourself. You're too dependent on Error's presence. Loving someone is good, but getting sick about it isn't. I think this will be as beneficial for you as it'll be for your relationship with him.

- … Change at all is going to be hard.

- Change slowly, then. We’re gonna do it step by step. Wen you’ll wanna see him, come up to me instead, or go to your friends’ place. Think about something else, draw, have fun! Intervene when it’s urgent only, when Error is destroying an AU, for example.”

Ink nodded fast, his eyebrows frowned, writing on his scarf all he must remember. Nyx smiled a little at Ink's attendance before turning to Nightmare. The bad dream's master grunted:

“I'm not your pet, don't give me orders.

- Advices aren't orders, only suggestions. And I know that you're clever enough to choose which advices you should to follow.”

The anger of the place's master subsided, but didn’t disappear however. Haughty, Nightmare said:

“Well, go on then.

- Did you say to Killer that you love him?”

The office shattered and Nyx avoided the massacre only thanks to his sharp reflexes that teleported him in the other side of the room. He wrote on his sketchbook:

“‘Haven’t told his feelings yet’.

- I don’t need to tell him, he knows it! yelled Nightmare.

- Not necessarily. What do you do to prove it to him? He says ‘I love you’ and your answer is a vague ‘me too’?”

Nightmare reminded silent, we could almost see smoke of anger coming out of his ear canals. Mad of anger, his non-response was a loud and clear confirmation.

“You're hopeless, commented Ink.

- Look who's talking!”

An amused smile stretched Nyx’s teeth before completely disappearing. He looked at his notes and resumed:

“Killer probably have a big lack of self-esteem to doubt about you that much. After all, the bad dream’s master answering ‘me too’ for an ‘I love you’ is more of an achievement. You dislike public marks of affection?”

Nightmare made a little wince, which confirmed Nyx’ doubts.

“I see. Well, in that case, we will do it slowly too. Show little affection marks to Killer in public, as often as possible. First in your privacy, and then gradually in public.  

- … What kind of marks?

- Mm… little touches, physical contacts as rustlings, gifts maybe? And, no, violent rough sex is not an affection mark. Killer probably ended up thinking that he’s just a sextoy to you.”

The guardian froze while hearing these words, suddly feeling very guilty. He looked away, muttering out a small anthology of insults while clenching fists.

Nyx smiled again:

“We’ll already try to do this. I count on your collaboration.”

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Choices - Sam Ending - 7

New to Choices? Start Here

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Choices is an interactive Supernatural choose your own adventure story where your choices determine the outcome and whether it’s a Dean x Reader or Sam x Reader. Go to the intro to start your story now!

Triggers: Dark, hostage situation, reader death, pain, violence, blood, torture, angst, loss, blood, serious injuries, heartbreak, gore (series levels blood, torture and fatal injuries).

Choice: [You chose to try and get loose]

Y/N = Your Name | Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour

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No. 

You had to get out of the chair before the Winchester brothers reached you. You refused to be used to hurt the two men that had already suffered enough for endless lifetimes. And for all you knew they could already be coming your way, following the sound of your not so gentle introduction to the smiling pictures on the wall. 

They must have heard it. Even if the gunshot was still ringing in their ears. 

You were a big girl. You could take care of yourself. After all, you wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with Sam, not just be protected. Feeling the muscles in your shoulders and arms tense painfully from the way they were wrenched behind your back and tied to the chair you kept your eyes on the witch as you tried to get your hands free from the tight binding without alerting her. 

“I can think of a good few people that would pay good money for you girl… Even more so if I throw in the two other parts of the set bumbling around downstairs,” Clearly your wicked witch was less caught up in avenging the male witch whose life had most likely just been snuffed out downstairs and more focused on any possible gains for herself. 

God, you hated the industrious ones. They talked too much. 

“Those two ‘parts’ just killed your boyfriend bitch,” You spat back, hoping you could catch her off guard or shut her up by using what little knowledge you had about the pair. You didn’t know too much, but you knew they were somewhat of a Bonnie and Clyde duo, killing their way across the great US of A in some twisted way to prove their love. 

Yet, the witch clearly only had a hex bag where her heart should be as she shrugged off her lover boy’s death with a painted smirk. Taking another step closer to you, she pushed a carefully styled curl behind her ear, the way blue eyes focused on your arms, you knew you weren’t fooling anyone with your little attempt at getting loose unnoticed. But, fuck it, you weren’t going to stop trying.

“He died for a good cause… Me, “

You couldn’t stop the barked laugh that left you. Damn, industrious and a god complex, now you really wanted to shut her up. Permanently. You nearly felt sorry for her dead partner downstairs. Having to put up with that. 

“Well, then you better start thinking up what cause you’re dying for. And fast,” You spat instead, keeping your eyes on her as you let your anger radiate off your body in heavy waves. No way you’d let her think she’d won or feel even remotely safe. 

Copying her cocky smirk, you watched her take an unsteady step away from you. Even with you tied securely to a chair, your glare had the effect you wanted it to have. Earning you a few seconds of silence to focus and find a way out of this mess.

You couldn’t get your wrists loose, and she’d taken your weapon. You needed to improvise. Preferably when her legs were still shaky on those dangerously high heels. If you could knock her down you could take her, even if you were tied to a damned chair. 

Watching her carefully, you waited for the right moment. Waited to see that flash of a black heel lifting from the carpet just enough to leave her unbalanced and unsteady. Squaring your jaw, you let your shoulders tense as you watched and waited, until... There!

As soon as the moment arose you kicked your legs up, connecting with her stomach and knocking her off balance. Sending her stumbling back over the carpet. Just as soon as your booted feet connected with her stomach they were gone again, landing with a soft thud on the carpet as you lifted yourself awkwardly up, still tied to the chair. 

Taking a step forward and twisting, you used your chair as a battering ram. Knocking the witch to the floor as you gritted your teeth against the onslaught of pain through your bound wrists. Damn it, that stung like a son of a bitch. But you’d had worse. 

Not giving her time to get up or out of the way you quickly sat the chair down again. All your weight hitting the seat and travelling through the chair’s legs into the delicate wrist you’d pinned under it. The satisfying crack of bones and the agonised scream leaving the bitch below your chair more than made up for your own stinging wrists. 

Lifting your chair again, you were ready to aim for her other wrist. But clearly she was quicker on the uptake than you had planned for as she rolled out of the way and, using her unharmed hand, sent you flying across the room with a single word spell. 

Shit. 

You could do nothing to lessen the blow as you went flying across the room and hit the wall back first, your own wrists and shoulders taking the worst of the blow. Something was dislocated, and possibly broken, you noted. Squaring your jaw against the pain, you bit back a scream you wouldn’t give her the pleasure of hearing. 

Through the ringing in your ears you could hear Sam and Dean yell for you. 

The mix of the witch’s scream and your own violent assault against the bedroom wall easily clueing them into where you were. Yet, with the wind knocked out of your lungs and the searing pain shooting through your arms and chest you were too out of it to stop the words spilling out from behind the witch’s gritted teeth as she focused her power on the door. Effectively sealing the room and keeping the Winchesters out just as one of the guys ran into the door with a thud. 

“(Y/N)!” Sam’s voice was muffled but panicked through the wood as his fists hit the wood over and over again. But you didn’t have the breath yet to call out to him past a weak croaked cough. Your lack of a response only served to drive the hunter harder. The door shook violently on its hinges as he tried to force his way past the spell. 

Yet, the witch didn’t leave you with much time to focus on Sam and Dean’s desperate attempts at coming to your rescue. Blocking the shaking door once she stepped into view in front of you. She looked like a mess, a furious mess, but a mess all the same. Clutching her broken wrist close to her body, blue eyes ice cold with frozen fury and blood red lips curled back in a vicious sneer. 

“You bitch! You broke my arm, so I’ll break you,” Her words were guttural, and in complete contrast with the timeless, delicate outfit she was wearing as she nearly screamed them at you. 

Yeah, you were fucked. You couldn’t move, and you were still bound to the ruins of the chair. 

Before you could even consider finding a way out of it, you were moving again. Another flick off her uninjured wrist sending you flying up and away from the broken pieces of the chair, leaving you only tied to parts of the frame of it. Before flinging you against the ceiling and holding you there with a vicious smirk down at the broken pieces of wood on the floor below you. Barely giving you enough time to realise what she was doing before she let you fall down on the splintered wood and had them dig into your skin. 

“(Y/N)! Don’t you dare fucking hurt her!” Sam’s words reached your ears just as new fresh waves of pain flowed over you. But you didn’t have time to answer him.

Hell, you barely had time for a strangled gasp before her hand was in your (Y/H/C) hair, fisting it and pulling it up. Hard. Squaring your jaw, you let your teeth grind against each other to stop from crying out at the stinging pain of your scalp. Spitting out the blood that had pooled in your mouth from the cut on your lip straight in her smirking face. 

“Hair pulling isn't one of my kinks. And even if it was, you’re so not my type,” You croaked. You knew you didn’t sound even a little bit threatening, and that your words would only serve to piss her off more. But fuck it, you weren’t going to give her the pleasure of thinking she’d broken you. 

“Then I guess I’ll have to bring out the big guns, won’t I?” The sickening glint in her eyes only had you feeling nauseous for a split second before her spell connected with your head, travelling through strands of (Y/H/C) hair and into your skull to echo and expand. 

The screeching sound was so loud, and it hurt. You wanted to cover your ears, but your wrists were still tied behind your back as you screamed out in pain. You couldn’t hear Sam or Dean; you couldn’t even see anything past the black spots in front of your eyes. It sounded like someone was drilling directly into your skull and it wasn’t stopping. It was only growing stronger and louder as you choked on your screams and tried to force your broken body into a little ball. 

You could feel something warm and wet at your ears. Whatever the spell was, it was making your ears bleed as you fought against the screeching sound and painful vibrations echoing in your head.

“Fuck. You!” You managed to force the words out between one scream and the next. Your own stubbornness unable to control your tongue as your words only egged the witch on, sending new waves of painfully high frequencies into your skull.

Your vision was blurry, and you couldn’t focus on anything but the pain coursing through your veins. The world around you, going black just as you watched blood red lips shape words you couldn’t hear. 

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You didn’t know how long the sounds had been going for. But your throat was raw and burning around wordless screams. You didn’t have any voice left to scream with as the witch kept scrambling your mind and sending new shots of pain through your skull. Only stopping to slap you awake when you fainted or to send you flying against the wall and cutting into you with more broken pieces of wood. 

But suddenly, just as quickly as it had started, the screeching in your head was gone. The sudden shift in volume leaving your ears ringing as you looked up at her. Spitting out blood and gritting your teeth for another manicured palm across your face. But it never came. 

The witch was turned away from you and towards the door. 

As the real world started bleeding in through the onslaught of pain you heard Dean and Sam’s yells and watched as the door finally shook off its hinges, exploding open in a burst of wood and bullets. 

Sam. 

Your eyes were focused on the hunter in front of you, his eyes panicked and pained as they locked with yours across the room. So, you missed how the witch turned back towards you, her arm raised and palm flat. 

“Touch her again and I’ll kill you!” Sam’s angry shout was the first words you’d heard in an awfully long time, or at least it seemed like a long time. You’d been in pain for so long that time had stopped meaning anything. 

But as the words left Sam, the spell left the witch, sending broken pieces of wood flying towards you just as the sound of the gunshot echoed through your mind. Sending fresh waves of pain through your skull just as the broken wooden leg of the chair pierced through the flesh of your heaving stomach. Leaving you effectively nailed to the white wall.

Crying out in pain, you once more tried to get your hands to move. To pull the wood out of your stomach as you gasped for breath. Excruciating agony was flooding your veins, burning them to a crisp as you choked around copper blood and salty tears you hadn’t noticed you were crying. 

“No!” Watching through tear blurred eyes you saw Sam drop the gun in his hands as he ran to you, sliding to his knees onto the mess of rubble you were in the middle of. Hazel eyes dark in pain and panic as big hands shook, looking from the wood through your stomach and up to your unfocused eyes.

“What do I do? Dean! What do I do?!?!” His fingers brushed against the wooden leg and you gasped in pain. The involuntary whimper that left you dimming the light in his eyes even more as they lifted to connect with yours again. The ray of light you normally found in his eyes sputtering out as he watched you. There was no longer sunshine, just the last flickering flames of a broken candle.

“I know it hurts… I’m sorry,” Sam’s breathing was ragged and raw as he moved a shaking hand up to wipe feebly at the tears staining your bloodied cheeks. The hunter not moving out of the way as Dean slid down next to him, your best friend taking your limp hand in his as he muttered curses under his breath. 

“I’m sorry I failed you. I’m so sorry. I should have been there. I…” Sam was rambling, panicking. Too terrified to think straight. Your injuries had to be bad, you noted. He looked so heartbroken, so lost. Of course, you could feel the pain. Your world was nothing but pain now. But the broken look in hazel eyes still solidified it more than the waves of torment washing over you and pushing your life out of your body. 

He was blaming himself. You couldn’t let him blame himself. 

“Sam…” You winced as the word made pain flare up from where you were pinned to the wall. Coughing and gasping through the new shots of pain, you weakly squeezed Dean’s hand as your blurry eyes focused on Sam’s heartbroken features. 

“I’m sorry I can’t come home to you…” Your broken voice was barely even loud enough to count as a whisper, but you couldn’t let the pain win. Not before you got your words out. And so, you forced the small tendrils of life left to you to hold on, just for a little while longer as your words left you. 

“No no no… (Y/N)...” Sam’s voice was growing in volume where yours was falling short of being anything more than a breath. His trembling hands fidgeting in the air around you, yet not finding any place to land, anywhere to soothe better without hurting you more.

“You can’t leave me… I can’t keep going without you,” The man who held your slowly fading heart let his forehead fall against yours, pleading with what little life was left in your dull eyes. Sunshine eyes clouded with unshed tears, like two heavy summer storms, but you saw the truth behind his words in them. And that hurt you more than dying did. You were abandoning him, though you’d promised you never would. 

“Don’t say that, please. You deserve love Sam… You deserve the world. You were my happiness, my home,” Gritting your teeth you forced yourself to focus, pushing out the words though your sentence ended in a weak coughing fit and the taste of blood on your tongue. 

“No (Y/N)... You’ll get through this, you hear me?”

You didn’t have the energy to answer as you gave Sam a shaky smile. You were so tired. You couldn’t even feel the heat off of Sam’s forehead where he leaned his against yours. You were just so cold.

“Don’t you close your eyes on me. Don’t go to sleep now. You’ll be fine. You have to be fine,”

Sam’s voice sounded hollow and far away though you knew he was right there, right in front of you. You wanted to go back to him. You’d promised to never leave him. But your body wouldn’t listen. Your eyelids were just too heavy. You were just so tired, and you needed to rest. 

Just for a little while. 

“Hey… (Y/N)!” The last thing you heard was your own name. Spoken as a broken plea just before the darkness won and pulled you under, into painless nothingness. 

Leaving behind a shattered man and a broken promise.

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Moonlust: Whispers (5/7)

plot: there is a celebration being held in order to honor one of the pack leaders’ mate finding, which so happens to be for you and Vernon! however, the only problem is that you're an outsider, of the neighboring enemy pack... so what was going to happen at the big celebration when you’re supposed to be back before curfew?

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To say you were scared was an understatement. You were currently terrified of all the female werewolves that were preparing you for the big celebration that was yet to unfold in about an hour or so. Currently, you were getting a makeover as they were plucking your eyebrows and fixing your hair and makeup as they were trying to find the ‘perfect’ outfit to present you in for the rest of the pack on the territory.

But you didn’t want to stand out; not more than you already originally were.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror and saw that you looked like a completely different person, perhaps like one of them, and you couldn’t even recognize yourself.

You were a stranger in your own eyes.

There were definitely things that stood out to you as you wondered why you weren’t caught yet, unless they were planning to expose the truth out during the celebration.

It was already bad enough that you were snuck onto the territory by bribing the guards at the border to let you through here on a time limit, but to actually get exposed by the territory’s pack leader was another level of humiliation. You weren’t ready for what was next to come, nor were you feeling content despite the fact that you were getting your own celebration for finding and imprinting on your mate.

Not everyone was able to do that back home, you thought, as all the females suddenly left the room for you to breathe as someone else entered the room.

“Excuse me, have you seen my mate-” You hear someone say from behind you as you quickly recognized the owner to be Vernon as you turned around to see his widened eyes at your form, “Woah, I almost didn’t recognize you for a minute.”

“Is it that bad?” You whispered worriedly as your eyes washed over your entire outfit and appearance as his footsteps walked over towards where you were before you felt his hands firmly grasp your shoulders to hold you still.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.”

A blush crawled onto your cheeks as his words made you feel as though butterflies were suddenly released in your stomach. His hand moved to cup one of your cheeks while placing a soft kiss on your forehead and you were able to hear his heartbeat at the same time as yours, both beating faster than the speed of light because they were with the other.

Suddenly you felt at ease because you were with Vernon.

He made you feel safe, even when you were still packs apart. Whether or not you were to meet before these last few hours, it still felt reassuring that he was listening to your whispers when you thought that you looked stupid because they were whispers.

“You’re such a cheeseball, you freaking alien,” You giggled quietly pushing him away with a gentle hand as he shook his head before looking at you once more, “Did anybody ask you about the celebration at all, or about me?”

He shakes in response as you let out a soft sigh, being able to breathe in the small moment of time that you had before you were both supposed to greet the rest of the pack as a new unified duo. The two of you were now standing in front of the large mirror that you were facing, his arms snaked around your waist as he placed his chin on your shoulder lightly while taking in the fact that neither of you knew what was going to happen in the next few moments when you walk out there.

He was worried that you were going to be taken away from him, because you were from the other side of the border.

“You don’t regret our mate bond, do you?” He whispers to you quietly as you shook your head in response while letting out a soft breath as you noticed the small glint of fear in his eyes..

“Of course not. I love you too much to even think of breaking it.” You replied almost inaudibly as you felt him squeeze your hand once more before pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles.

Before you know it, the time finally comes for you both to step out into the celebration as you noticed the colorful lights and decorations that were surrounding you both. It wasn’t until someone came out from the top of where the other leaders of the pack sat on this large pedestal area that the celebration truly began.  

“Let me present to you, Leader Hansol Vernon Chwe and his mate!” You hear a loud voice introduce you both as cheers erupted from all angles of you both while you were both now moved towards the front of the crowd.

The pack was definitely bigger than your pack, which was evident in terms of population, as you were shocked with how many people had shown up for such an event. It was also the way that they all seemed so cheerful for the time that they were all outside enjoying fresh foods and activities, because before you could even take a sip of the wine that was in front of you, the sound of someone blowing a horn blared as all attention was focused on the noise.

“Choi Seungcheol, give me back my pack member!”

Your eyes widened as you recognized the voice to belong to a familiar being, one that was the leader of your pack while your eyes immediately locked onto Vernon’s when everyone else fell silent. There was a path cleared in place for her to walk through the middle of the crowd as all eyes were now on her furious expression, eyes burning holes into his glare until you notice her face falter a bit, wondering what she just experienced in those short few seconds.

It wasn’t until her eyes were locked onto yours as you knew that you were doomed as soon as you stepped foot back onto your territory. There was no going back as you felt Vernon’s hand in yours, trying to calm your fast pacing heart from bursting out of your chest, but the flare that was in Xiyeon’s eyes were making you even more nervous as she held a finger towards you before making a gesture figure to where she stood tall.

“Y/N, you’re coming home with me. Now.”

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Missing Clothes ~ Red Team (Team Fortress 2)

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A/N: you have no fucking idea how many times i revised this shit!

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IMAGINE the mercenaries in Teufort having a well deserved day off and everything was calm and peaceful (for once) and you decided to take a well deserved bath to calm the tense on your muscles from the non-stop battles you had. It was great as every merc minded their own business until a loud shout echoed through the base and every of the merc that were in the livingroom looked at the Bostonian who was grinning like an absolute lunatic.

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In the Red team's base, it was surprisingly calm. No destruction nor shouts can be heard which was rather odd as it was afterall each of the other mercs day off. Two days without any battle with the Blu team. Two whole days without any deaths, well, hopefully as there are times where some of the mercs (Scout, Pyro and Medic) who goes out of their own league and cause some mishaps that lead to some... deaths. Like the time where Pyro had managed to explode half of their base from setting about five gas cans on fire. Engineer had to work hard that day as he tried to rebuild half the base while the others shop for their things again.

Or that time where Medic had to perform a new experiment and needed a volunteer which Soldier was the unfortunate victim on the mad German doctor's experiments that lead the poor American to... not breathe and had to regenerate back. It lead to everyone really pissed or annoyed at the German but Medic merely shrugged them off and asked for another volunteer which made everyone run away to the next room as fast as possible to get away from the crazy doctor.

Or maybe that time where Scout decided to piss of their team's Agent. Where the said [Hair color] haired merc decided to just beat the living daylights out of the Bostonian despite many of the mercs tried to stop the older man. It was rather quite a shock to have seen the calm and collected Agent just straight up tackled Scout that day and proceed to beat the Bostonian over some coffee that the younger man decided to spice up. Everyone concluded that no one should ever mess with the [Hair color] haired merc's coffee again unless they want to regenerate back and have the merc seethingly glare at them all day, especially when the Agent had a bad day.

Yes, it was rather surprising that the merc's base was quiet. Each merc doing their own things.

Spy was in his smoking room, obviously smoking. Sniper was outside the base, in his camper van. Medic was in the med bay, probably experimenting something deadly again which made every merc to avoid going to where the said German doctor is. Engineer was in his workshop, making more of his own invention to help his team. Heavy and Demoman were in the kitchen, eating and drinking as they also talked to each other about stories of their own battle. Agent was in his room, having a bath as he had mentioned it last night when all the mercs were having dinner and had asked what they'll do on their day off, and that leaves Soldier, Pyro and Scout.

The three mercs on the livingroom, sitting in the couch as they watched the television. Soldier and Scout sat on the maroon colored couched, the two mercs wearing their own day off clothes while Pyro, who was down on the floor beside Soldier's feet and was giddily watching the television and still in their own uniform which wasn't really a surprised as Pyro is an enigma to all the merc beside Engineer and sometimes Agent.

But overall, the three minded their own business. Watching a cartoon that the three had agreeded (more like Pyro wanted it and the two other mercs just went along with it or else they'll be burnt to a crisp by the pyromaniac). It was calming as Pyro would occasionally giggle at the characters mistakes while Soldier would also begrudgingly laugh at times while Scout mocking the cartoon quietly, the two mercs still enjoyed it nothingless but after a few more episodes of the same cartoon, the Bostonian grew bored and had turn his gaze to look at the ceiling.

As the time ticks and Soldier and Pyro were busy watching another episode of the cartoon, Scout had stood up from his seat, causing Soldier, who was beside him to briefly look away from the t.v. and instead looked at the young merc who was stretching. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING MAGGOT?" Soldier had asked as Pyro, who was very indulge with the show let out a giggle and never minded the American who loudly asked Scout as they giddily clapped on the funny dynamic the characters of the cartoon were doing.

Scout, who had finished stretching, had turned to Soldier and have a large grin as he rubs his hands together in a conniving way. "It's none ya business," the young merc replied as his eyes held mischief. "All I gotta say is I'm making things more lively, ya hear?" Scout had said which made Soldier nodded and let the younger merc be but still was suspicious and curious on what the Bostonian had meant. As Soldier went back to watching the show, Scout had walked away from the duo and went outside the livingroom, presumably going somewhere to cause chaos.

It didn't really take long for Soldier to really get what Scout had meant about "making things more lively".

Not a minute or so that the Bostonian had left to do whatever he needed to do, there where footsteps pattering around as someone was trying to sniffle their laughter as they ran. Soldier turned to look at the entrance of the livingroom to shout at whoever was making the noise to stop when the American saw the Bostonian was carrying something as he ran inside the area and had prompted to sit back at where he was awhile ago, sitting in the maroon couch where Soldier didn't mind the young merc now. Still, as he briefly looked at the younger man, thr American had noticed the bundled of something in Scout's lap. This caused Soldier to be confused.

"WHAT DO YOU HAVE THERE MAGGOT?" The American merc had asked as Scout had turned to him and grinned evilly. The younger merc had then patted the bundle of whatever on his lap as he laughed. "Oh? Ya see this right here?" Scout had started as he patted the bundle again. His eyes still held that mischief and Soldier was really confused about it. "It's just some... stuff..." the younger merc trailed off as his grin widened. "I CAN SEE THAT MAGGOT BUT WHAT STUFF IS IT?" Soldier had asked as Scout laughed again.

"You'll see... in three..." Scout had said as he counted off. "Two..." Soldier was really confused about it but his cofnusion was cleared after the younger merc had counted to one. "One..." And as if it was on cue, a loud shout echoed inside the entire base that even Sniper, who was outside in his camper van had heard the scream.

"WHO THE BLOODY HELL TOOK MY FUCKING CLOTHES?!?"

It was the [Hair color] haired Agent's voice and Scout could only laugh at the furious shout that came from upstairs. Tears brimming in the younger merc's eyes as he continued to laugh his ass off like there no tomorrow as Pyro, who finally turned their gaze away from the t.v. to look at the Bostonian along with the American who has mixed feelings about what the other merc has done. Finally realizing that the bundle on the Bostonian's lap were the clothes of a certain pissed Agent who in no doubt, would beat the living daylights out of the laughing merc like last time.

"OH, YOU CERTAINLY DONE IT THIS TIME MAGGOT!" Soldier had said with a hint of worry and amusement laced on his voice as Pyro was nodding they head in the background and also mumbling something gibberish, probably agreeing at what the American had said.

"O-oh, piss off! I-it's not that bad!" Scout had said in between his fit of laughter as he felt his stomach hury from too much laughing while Soldier merely shook his head at him while Pyro is back to looking at the t.v. screen and watching the cartoon, trying to tune them out and hopefully not get in trouble from the shit the Bostonian just had done.

Due to the loud shout and also the fit of laughter of a certain Bostonian, the other merc's had decided to check it out. Heavy and Demoman were first to get to the livingroom to see Scout still laughing his ass off while Soldier was looking at the younger merc like he was a linatic as Pyro still giddily watched his show. The Russian had a sandwich on his hand while the Scot had a bottle of liquor, both confused and asked on what the scream and laughing fit of the Bostonian was about. "Vhat vas noise?" Asked Heavy as he was absolutely confused.

Soldier, who turned to briefly looked at the two was about to explain when another set of footsteps could be heard and the others merc had arrived. Medic, Engineer, Spy, and Sniper who looked confused aswell but the German doctor seemed to have a grim look plastered on his face then when he saw Scout laughing like no tomorrow, already catching up to what is about to happen.

"What in tarnation is goin' on in here?" Engineer had asked as he looked around as every merc turned to look at Scout who was slowly stopping his laughing fit. "All I hear was a loud shout from inside," Sniper had piped as he raised a brow at the Bostonian. Quite confused on who can shout so loud that even outside their damn base can be heard. Some of the other mercs were about to asked again when another shout was heard as they simultaneously looked up at the cause of the shout of fury. "I SWEAR TO HELL, WHOEVER TOOK 'EM WOULD NEVER SEE THE DAYLIGHTS EVER AGAIN!!!" The mercs have heard as they then turned to look at Scout who was stifling his giggling. Every mercs' faces plastered with mix of worry, annoyance, and amusement.

"Scout, vhat did jou do?" Medic had asked, irritation clearly evident on his tone as he crossed his arms. Scout merely grinned as he raised the bundle of clothes he had stolen for the others to see. "Oh, son, you are in for it now," Engineer had sighed as he rubbed his temple.

"I'm too sober for this lassie," Demoman muttered as he drank from the bottle of liquor and shake his head. In other times, the Scot would have absolutely laughed along with the Bostonian but a piss of Agent? Ah, he doesn't want to get near the dead meat also known as Scout for this. "Oh, you are absolutely dead lass," he had said to Scout.

As the other mercs try to coax Scout to perhaps apologize to the [Hair color] haired merc and return the clothes he had stolen, maybe the Agent wouldn't be so merciless to the Bostonian when he finds him, already knowing that the younger merc is absolutely dead... who were they kidding? Scout won't listen to whatever they try to help him while the [Hair color] haired Agent isn't a force to be reckon with.

Spy, who had stayed quiet let out a snort as he put the cigarette back to his lips and took a whip on it, clearly annoyed yet also curious to see what will happen to the Bostonian when the [Hair color] haired merc gets his hands on him. In the corner of the Frenchman's eyes, he saw Pyro was trying to say something, or rather was pointing giddly at the a direction which Spy had raised a brow about it but still turned to look at wherever the pyromaniac was pinting at. 'Ah, speak of the devil.' Spy had mused as he smirked.

"I suggest dear Scout runs for 'is life," the Frenchman had started as he puff out the smoke of his cigarette, the other mercs turning their head to look at him. He then gestured to the other entrance if the living as he continued. "Afterall, Agent looks absolutely piss," he had said as the mercs turned to where he gestured. And lo and behold, it was the [Hair color] haired merc, still wet from the bath that he took. Some droplets of water falling from his hair and body to the floor. There was some scars here and there on his biceps and chest, proabbly from the battles he had and the other mercs had to admit, the [Hair color] haired man had a nice muscular body.

They looked at the man with interest until they until realize something that made some look away from the Agent with heat on their cheeks.

The mercs just realizes that the [Hair color] haired man was almost naked if it wasn't for the towel that was wrapped around his waist, covering his private parts as he stood there, gripping the side of the doorway with absolutely fury as he seethingly glared at the Bostonian who was still in the maroon colored couch.

"Scout," Agent had called out to the said merc who had said, "Aw crap", as he straighten his posture, his hands formed into a fist, knuckles turning white from such as fury in his actions as his right eye twitched. A force grin on his lips as he continued to glared at the one responsible for him to piss him off. "Give me back my clothes you little shit," the [Hair color] had seethingly said as he didn't waver on looking at the Bostonian with hatred in his [Eye color] eyes.

"Ugh... h-hi there Agent!" Scout had dumbly said as he shakily grinned at the angry merc. Sweat slowly formed as the Bostonian tried to calm his nerves, obviously failing from the terrifying glare that was directed to him by the pissed [Hair color] haired Agent. "D-did I ever say to you that you look great today?" Scout swear he heard Spy snort at that while both Medic and Engineer face palmed at his stupidity.

"Give it back or else," Agent had threatened as he continued to glare at the Bostonian. Ready to murder the younger merc at any given second.

"Well, you see... SEE YA" Scout trailed off until he jump off of the maroon couched and book it out straight on the other doorway of the livingroom, still carrying the bundle of clothes he ahd stolen from the pissed off Agent. "NICE ABS THOUGH 'GENT!" Scout screamed as he went out as the other mercs were standing there dumbly on what just happened while the [Hair color] haired man growled and ran after the Bostonian while cursing the younger merc like no tomorrow.

"COME BACK HERE YOU GIT!" Agent screamed as he left the livingroom aswell, hunting the Bostonian and proabbly kill him.

The other mercs just either stood or sat there speechless at what they just witnessed as they sometimes hear footsteps and yells coming from Scout and Agent who were busy playing deadly game of tag in base.

"ARE WE GOING TO HELP HIM?" Soldier had asked out of a blue, bringing the others mercs out of their thoughts as Demoman shrugged at his query. "The question is... do we want too lass?" He said as he drank his bottle of liquor. "Leetle boy needs to be taugh a lesson," Heavy had said.

"Oui, I agree with big guy over there," Soy had said as he turn and left, probably going to his smoking room. "Zhen it is settled!" Medic had piped. "None vould help zhat idiot, ja?" He had said as he folowed Spy's footsteps along and went out to get to the med bay and ckntinue with whatever experiment he was doing before going there to check out the noise.

"Hmmph hmph hmmmmph!" Pyro giddily said as they turned back to their cartoons without a care in the world as Sniper, sighed and shake his head. "Bloody idiot," he muttered as he decided to sit on the couch and watch the cartoon along with Soldier and Pyro, tired to get out of the base and also, the Aussie wanting to see what'll happen on the Bostonian later. 'Probably be dead when Agent through with 'him.' The Aussie thought as he watched the cartoon.

"For the love of... nobody piss Agent again..." Engineer had sighed as he shake his head and looked at the direction of where Scout and Agent ran off too and sighed again. "I mean it..." He had grimly said as he heard Scout shout something on the lines of "Calm down!" Or "Somebody help me!" While the [Hair color] haired Agent seemed to be screaming at the younger merc to slow down so he could kill the merc, resulting to Scout screaming more urgently on somebody to help him.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE?!?"

"GET BACK HERE SCOUT!!!"

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

Not So Safe Haven | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 15+ Trigger Warnings: Gun violence, hostage, threatening/blackmailing with weapon, physical violence Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Someone Breaks Into Stark Tower And Uses Reader As Hostage Request: “Concept: reader works at stark tower as tonys assistant and is dating stucky. When someone from tonys past storms into the building, crazed and armed, y/n is the first person he sees. He uses her as a human shield and tries to make her take him to tony whilst inconspicuously holding a gun to her so nobody catches on. Except one of our sweet angel boys notices the look of terror behind her eyes and catches on to her hinting. Cue angsty stand-off with reader caught in the middle” Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 1,665

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“Excuse me, Miss.” A masculine voice calls, catching the woman’s attention. She spins around from her position at the elevators, waiting for them to come down to the reception floor.

“Good afternoon, sir. Can I help you?” (Y/N) responds, naturally holding the papers in her hands up against her chest as they show confidential information.

“Yeah, possibly. You’re (Y/N), right? One of the Avengers. I’m looking for Tony Stark?” The man explains, tilting his head in question.

“If you’d like to see Mister Stark then you’ll have to ask the reception desk to contact his assistant for you and they’ll schedule you in a meeting and get back to you as soon as possible, sir. Does that help?” Her smile doesn’t fade, the last thing she expecting is for this to take a horrid turn.

She’s had this conversation many times. People asking to see Tony and she simply tells them the procedure and they comply, but this guy wasn’t asking. He was demanding her. She realises that when she feels metal pressed up against her side. Her entire body tenses up and her eyes snap up to meet his.

“I said: I’m looking for Tony Stark. Have I made myself clear?” He repeats, raising a brow as she glances around, daring her to speak. “Trust me, I’ve got three rounds in here and I will use all three on you if you even try.”

(Y/N) visibly gulps and nods.

“Good. Let’s go.” He says as the elevator dings and the doors open.

What kills the woman is the number of people who get in the elevator with her at a number of different floors. She remains unable to say a thing as the gun remains firmly pressed against her body, to any bystander it merely looks like a hand resting on her back.

“This way.” She whispers as they exit the elevator.

Fortunately - or unfortunately, (Y/N) still unsure - the woman knows that in order to get to Tony’s main office - where he’ll be right now with Pepper - she has to pass by the four conference rooms. One of which is where her two lovers are in a mission briefing. The glass walls being an advantage.

She slows down her pace discretely and glances to her left, meeting Steve’s gaze as he smiles gently at her. What makes him suddenly frown is the desperate, pleading, scared look in her eyes as she looks back at him. That’s when he furrows his brows. Looks at the man she’s walking with, analysing his entire body, and then he notices the position of his hands. Steve can’t see what the exact contact is, but he can take a good guess.

The man jumps up out of his seat and yanks the door of the conference room open as (Y/N) was just passing it. She pauses and sees Bucky coming up behind him as well, also with furrowed brows.

“Captain. Sergeant.” (Y/N) greets, her voice absolutely trembling.

Buck instantly tenses up, his metal arm whirring at the sound of her distress yet so unsure as to why. The man beside her probably involved

“(Y/N), you’re due in this meeting.” Steve attempts to make something up, trying to get the man beside her to back-off, yet he only shoves the metal harder into her back.

Hey eyes snap shut and it sends the super soldiers into a panic. They know.

“She’s helping me out right now.” The gentleman states.

Bucky turns to look at Nat who’s sat in the room and gives her a look. A look that says help. She nods and instantly asks Friday, as quietly as she can, to get all the team up to this corridor.

“What is it you’re after, sir?” Steve asks, trying to keep his cool, Bucky’s arm resting on his lower back helping.

“She’s taking me to Stark. It’s urgent. Now, we really need to go.” The man’s words are followed by him shoving the metal into her again and she reluctantly begins walking away, only making it two steps before she is stopped by two people.

Clint and Wanda.

“Sir, I’m happy to take you to Mister Stark. Miss (L/N) here is required in that meeting, and as you can imagine it’s rather important.” The archer offers.

The man knows he’s fucked at this point but he’s not leaving this building without what he came here for. He’s too close now. Acting fast, one arm wraps firmly around the woman’s throat as the other holds the gun to her temple. turning so he’s facing all of them. Clint, Wanda, Steve, Bucky, Nat and Scott who was in the meeting.

“Bring me Stark and the girl doesn’t get hurt.”

A whimper ripples out of the woman’s mouth at his actions and she meets Steve and Bucky’s traumatised stares.

“Put the gun down and we’ll take you to Stark.” Clint attempts once more but the man growls and shakes the body in his hands, tears filling her eyes.

“I’m not fuckin’ stupid! To hell you will!” He hisses, cocking the weapon.

(Y/N)’s mouth drops open and her lips tremble as she tries not to panic. She’s a God damn Avenger and could take on the entire world alone but she’s never been so scared in her life until now.

“Drop the gun.” Bucky warns, the man smirking.

“Oh, yeah, you two are this bitch’s boyfriends, right?” He laughs, watching the duo’s muscles flex as they tense, furious yet scared.

“Let her go. Nobody needs to get hurt. You can see Tony, that’s fine, just let her go.” Steve attempts, but the warning shot that the man fires on the wall beside his head shuts him up, Bucky yanking him aside just in case.

“I’m getting more satisfaction out of seeing the Avengers at my God damn mercy.”

“You’ve got some nerve coming into my tower and threatening my people.” Tony’s voice speaks up as he strides down the hallway.

“Ah, Mister Stark, a pleasure.”

“You know this man, Tony?” Steve asks, watching the man raise a brow at the blond as if to ask if he’d really associate with a dickhead like him.

“No. I don’t.” He confirms. “What do you want?” His eyes are glaring at the man.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) meets Steve and Bucky’s gaze.

You’re okay.

Steve mimes the words to her and she daren’t move her head to acknowledge them. She manages a trembling smile at best.

I love you.

She mimes it to both the men and it pulls on their hearts. Bucky hates it because of the look in her eyes as she conveys her message. She’s saying goodbye. He shakes his head and she simply smiles again.

It’s suddenly all over as quickly as it started as metal flies through the air and knocks the man’s head, side on, knocking him straight out, gun dropping to the floor, along with the girl.

“(Y/N)!” Both Steve and Bucky call, diving toward their girl as Thor calls back his hammer.

“Good man.” Tony nods the to God who simply nods.

“Who is this peasant?”

“Not a clue, but get the police in-“

“Already done.” Pepper’s voice greets, prompting the man to spin around and see his woman walking toward him with police alongside.

“You’re good, aren’t you?” He grins, watching her smile and shake her head.

“You’re okay, sweetheart, you’re okay.” Steve’s voice mutters, pulling the woman into his and Bucky’s embrace on the ground.

She’s trembling and tears are falling but she nods, gripping onto their hands with one of her own in each.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” Nat asks, stood beside the trio.

(Y/N) glances up and forces a smile, nodding.

“Yeah. Was just a bit…”

Everyone nods.

“We get it.” Wanda smiles in understanding.

“Thanks, Thor.” (Y/N) whispers, giving a shaky smile up at the man who nods.

“Of course.”

“Can the briefing wait?” Bucky asks, glancing up at Nat who was leading the meeting. She nods.

“I’ll tell Fury to postpone.” She confirms, receiving an appreciative nod from the man.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs.” He adds in a whisper to Steve and (Y/N) who both nod. “You got her?”

“Yeah.” Cap whispers, lifting her up, bridal style.

They don’t speak until they’re back in their room, Steve sitting himself down on the bed with (Y/N) in his lap, Bucky crouching in front of them.

“You’re okay, doll. You’re okay.” The brunet whispers, taking one of her trembling hands in his. She grips onto it as if one of her only lifelines.

“We’ve got you, sweetheart.” Steve adds, one arm wrapped around her, holding her on his lap whilst the other strokes patterns on her back.

She nods and keeps her head against the Captain’s chest, listening to his regular heartbeat whilst her eyes lock onto Bucky’s as he smiles up at her.

“I’ve genuinely never been so scared.” She whispers, Buck tightening his grip on her hand. “It’s stupid. I can fight HYDRA yet was scared of a pathetic citizen with a gun.”

“No. It’s not pathetic. There’s a difference. You go onto a battlefield with HYDRA knowing what you’re dealing with and being fully aware of the risks. That bastard put your life on the line in the comfort of your home where your safety is. You see this tower as your haven and we know that. The fact that you were so close to death inside this building that is your bubble of safety is what scared you and it makes sense. It scared us as well, doll, you have no idea.” The Winter Soldier explains, leaning down to kiss her knuckles.

“Tony’s gonna up the security. If it means having checks over everyone who walks through the reception main doors then so be it. I’m not risking that again.” Steve adds, kissing her hair. “I love you so much, sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

“I love you too.” She whispers, her words directed at both men.

[ravennawritesfanfiction]

Souls of Time- Danny Gallagher

Chapter Summary: We see the life of Danny Gallagher and Dani Quin; two friends and the first reincarnation of Eomer and Rohana.

Taglist: @schatzi-89

It was countless lifetime before they were seen again. When they did finally reappear for another life together, it was in the form of Daniel “Danny” Gallagher, a Narcotics detective and Danielle “Dani” Quin, a beat cop who worked closely with Danny and his partner Charlie. There wasn’t a romance between them; rather, they worked well together and she had a knack for being in the right place at the right time in order to help him.

Charlie and Danny both took Dani under their wings; both men were sure that in time, she would be a killer detective. She had all the skills and a killer instinct that wasn’t something that could be taught. Whenever Dani worked with the men, Charlie lovingly referred to the duo as the “Danny and Dani show”.

It started out that Dani would help their street rep but “arresting” them for crimes in front of drug bosses. They had a predetermined fake 10 code that she would call and then dispatch would “confirm” that the two were to be brought in. Sometimes one of them would “resist arrest” in order to sell it, but in the end, it always worked out. Another fake 10 code was called when they needed to be extracted from a bust before being made. That was her job. She kept the stings going.

Danny and Dani were as thick as thieves. Rarely a weekend went by where they didn’t meet up for beers and cheap bar food. Dani is even good friends with Danny’s on and off girlfriend Kate, who would occasionally join in the merriment. Neither woman felt threatened by the other. Kate always made Dani promise to bring Danny back to her; it was a promise both women would take seriously.

When Charlie and Danny killed the other undercover cop and Charlie got killed, Danny was arrested for the mess. Dani knew he hadn’t done it and more importantly, she knew that he hadn’t been bent. Kate moved on after the other cops harassed her and forced her bar closed. Dani made detective to fill in the gap left by Charlie and Danny. Her partner was an idiot who was likely to get everyone killed. Kate and Dani didn’t have much reason to speak to each other and fell out of touch. Dani was told not to visit Gallagher in prison or risk losing her job and never working as a cop again.

Jimmy was there when Danny got out. No one else in the department would speak to Danny aside from the records clerk who had always been madly in love with him. Dani wanted to be there, but she had been forced to sign a document that restricted her contacts.

Danny had been able to prove that he and Charlie hadn’t been bent and that he had been attacked by the other undercover who had been killed. Against all odds, he was let back on the force, but all officers treated him like he had the plague. With his badge in hand, the contact restriction went up in flames.

Danny didn’t have a partner and no one would trade to work with him; well no one but Dani. It was approved and they set out together. She had made lots of ground in the Drug underground while Danny had been out of the game. She had shops and garages set up all over the city. She rivaled the drug lords for ground controlled. She was on the verge of the biggest sting in the country.

The challenge that faced them was introducing a new associate and explaining the disappearance of the former partner. Danny at least looked the part, so he sold the lie beautifully. Her former partner had been a spy for another gang and had been dealt with, Danny had risen through the ranks, though no one remembered him.

When Charlie and Danny had been partners, Danny always drove. It used to drive Dani crazy. Now that she was in charge, she drove everywhere. She had garages located throughout the city so she couldn’t be tracked by her vehicle. Her driving was straight out of “Fast and Furious”. Danny couldn’t help but be impressed.

It was about a year into their partnership when the dreams started. It was a time long passed, but it was her point of view. She worked in a palace as a Lady in Waiting and an Advisor to the King. She was friends with a pair of siblings who she loved dearly. The dreams progressed and she finally saw the man’s face. He looked exactly like Danny, but with long blond hair. She loved the man and she couldn’t explain her feelings. She knew that there wasn’t a thing she wouldn’t do for him. It all felt so real. Eventually, she saw herself in the mirror. She looked much the same, but she too was blond and she wore a crown. Danny-look-alike came up behind her in the mirror and kissed her neck. It was like a movie playing on mute. She smiled as two little kids ran through. Each child was a mixture between her and her King.

Waking up was hardest after one of the dreams. She couldn’t recall being this happy in her life, but the closest she had been was with Danny. The dreams didn’t make much sense to her and she hadn’t told Danny about them. She found herself being drawn closer and closer to him and she knew only after the dreams started, that she would die or kill for him; just as she had felt for the man in her dream.

Dani was met the next morning by a man she did not know. He looked friendly and there was a twinkle to his eye that was so familiar yet so foreign. He wouldn’t tell her his name, but deep down she knew it; it just refused to come to mind. For the longest time, no one said a word. He sat there like he expected her to tell him about her life, but she wasn’t about to spill her guts to a stranger. He spoke first. His voice sounded like a man who enjoyed lighting up a pipe on the front porch. Very grandfather-y.

“Have you had the dreams yet?” it was a simple enough question that affected her like an earthquake to the very center of her being. All air left her lungs like she had been hit by a train. “When Rohana chose to remember in the form of dreams, she thought it would be more calming then someone telling her. Then again, dreams held more power then. People believed that they learned important things from worlds unseen through dreams. Éomer had disagreed, but Rohana insisted that she knew herself.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t know anyone named Rohana or Éomer! My name is,” the old man wasn’t interested in where the conversation was heading.

“Of course you do and don’t,” as if that was supposed to answer all the questions swirling in her mind. “You are Rohana or at least this incarnation of her. Your friend outside, who has walked past that window a dozen times since I walked in, is your version of Éomer. Whether you feel romantically for him or not, he is your soulmate. The dreams were designed to remind you of that. You don’t have to love him, but you are tied to him in ways you had yet to realize. Tell me, do the dreams have sound?”

“N…no they don’t. How could you possibly know all of this?” Dani was on her feet, not wanting to be sitting if this went south.

“I was there when Rohana and Éomer were married and crowned King and his Queen. I am the one who determined that they were soulmates. I took it upon myself to help you through each of your lives. Have you told Daniel yet?”

“Not going to tell him. He won’t believe it and he doesn’t need the distraction”

“Won’t tell who what?” Danny had come in when he noticed she wasn’t so at ease anymore. He was her partner, therefore he was allowed in for closed-door meetings.

 “Nothing, Danny. Just someone who has us confused with people from his past. I’m sure I don’t know what he’s talking about.” Lying to Danny was useless, but for whatever reasons, she thought that she could get one past him without him noticing.

“Bullshit. Danielle, what the hell is going on?” He never called her by her full name, just as she never called him Daniel.

“Allow me to explain. Danielle here can fill in the blanks that I miss. She has been having flashbacks to a life you two lived long ago. I am merely here to help her make sense of all the new things she is learning. In the other life, you were married and King and Queen of a realm known as Rohan. You are technically soulmates; which is why you are so in tune to each other. You are under no obligation to love each other. It just explains why you are drawn to each other.”

“Is… this true? Danielle?” He was mad, furious even. He had been parading Kate around, having reunited with her, thinking that the one he loved was unobtainable; now he finds out that they are meant for each other and each other alone.

“Yes. But you can’t possibly believe the old man. So what he guessed right about the weird ass dreams I have been having; so what?” she was on the defensive.

“You promised that there wouldn’t be any secrets between us, Dani. Fuck! I had to hear from some random person that the woman I rely on and care deeply for has been having dreams that could be important for me to know! What do you want me to say?” he picked up his empty coffee mug from the morning before and threw it against the wall. Shards sprayed everywhere. Dani kept her eyes on her shoes. The nameless old man stayed where he was, unbothered by the show of anger. Danny stormed over to Dani and grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. It wasn’t rough enough to hurt her, but enough for her to yelp. “We are partners. We. Are. Partners,” for reasons he couldn’t understand, he was hit with emotions so strong he couldn’t stand. His knees gave out and he was at her feet crying. It was intense love and drowning loss. The feelings were not his own. He clung to her legs; afraid that if he let go, he would lose her again.

“Ah. There he is. I’m glad Éomer had come to his senses! Maybe we can get this all squared away.”

There was a loud bang as the door frame splintered as a rival gang leader barged in Danny had just gotten to his feet and thankfully, he didn’t look like he had just been crying. The old man had vanished and they were left in a room alone with ceramic and wood shards scattered across the floor. Danny grabbed her arm to pull her out of the way when he saw the gun, but he was too late. It hit Dani center in the chest. He caught her as she fell, lungs filling with blood.

“I’m glad…I…found you.” Choking on blood, words were hard. One last cough and she was gone. Sobs shook though Danny’s body, but they were short-lived. The rival gang boss approached him with a .45 and put it to his head. Everyone in the warehouse knew that their bosses were dead.

Two police badges were found in the locked drawer of the desk. Narcotics Detectives. The warehouse was vacated and set on fire. Flames spread through the building and approached the small office at the top of the stairs. The bodies of two detectives, partners, still holding hands; the only sign that anyone had been in the building in years.

The smoke swirled in patterns. First, two halves of a heart joining together. The second was of a long-haired King and his beloved Queen. The last was two detectives overlooking the flames, still holding hands.

The fire department put out the flames. Homicide took over when two bodies were uncovered from the debris. The Narcotics chief came in to identify his detectives. They had been protected from the flames. Neither had a family of their own. They were cremated and Kate took Danny with her after the funeral. Dani was taken back to the station, where she sits on the chiefs bookshelf; the constant reminder of the dangers his officers face on the streets. The remainder of the warehouse was torn down and cleaned up. Danny and Dani watched it all, smiling.

The gang boss who had killed two cops was turned in by Danielle’s warehouse manager who took a plea deal. Confess to the manufacture of drugs and give the name of the killer and he got a greatly reduced sentence. No drugs produced by Danielle while undercover was ever distributed.

The two soulmates awaited another chance to be together “until they meet again”.

[gray-anxiety]

A New Day | Implied! Lafayette X Reader

oooooooh boy. It’s begun. The onslaught of Hamilton fanfics from me is about to begin. 

Fandom: Hamilton

Ships: Implied Lafayette X reader, though mainly focused on reader without fluff (I’m in an angsty mood don’t @ me)

Time period: Modern lol

Words: 1,316 or something 

UNEDITED; come on, do you expect me to edit something I randomly wrote while bored? I THINK NOT

BE WARNED. ANGST. (I think)

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Warmth surrounded you. The oppressive, stifling, heat that never ceased to comfort several, but always made sure to make itself known with a fiery fury that was unmatched by any other. The sheets rustled as you groggily opened your optics to greet the open window that let in bone-chilling wind. The world was silent. Filled with a quiet that calmed you down before a storm that destroyed you from the inside out. That calm never lingered long, though, as the day maliciously rushed by to have you greet the bone-chilling air once more in a duel that was fought every workday. You heard the rumble of the bus before it had reached the corner by the specified stop to greet you. There was always an implied rule among students that you had to rush as quickly as you could to your accommodation to prevent the traffic flow of those who had to also make their way to their seat. Almost tripping into the oversized, leather-covered, seat, you huffed in annoyance and stared out the window. The fog that caked the glass allowed for those who felt like it to draw, leaving fingerprints and unwanted marks for the poor souls that had to eventually clean it, though you suspected the numerous buses were only cleaned once every blue moon or so. "You feel alright, mon amour?" You tore your eyes off the once again moving landscape to greet the welcoming eyes that belonged to Lafayette. "Oui. Though, I rather not be going to Hell today, nor any other day of the wretched week." Lafayette let a small chuckle escape from his throat until he nudged you slightly. "We had a scheduled day off Monday and snow days for the past two days, Amour. We're already going to go well in June now." "June can kiss my ass because I sure as Hell will not be in session that late into the year. I haven't the slightest idea how France might manage their idiot control, but here in America we're complete jackasses until proven otherwise." Lafayette's eyes crinkled at the snarky remark that you barked out. It was almost unprecedented for you to not snark at every human when it came to the topic of schooling. You liked your classes (for the most part), but when it came to the humans that attended there, you practically hurled at the thought of most of them. "Though you might not see it, Amour, but every day is not always a bad one if encountered with a pleasing event." Lafayette pulled you toward him and kissed your forehead. "As long as you are willing to accept said pleasing event." That was how every day started for you, Lafayette somehow giving you an optimistic view on life that rivaled your pessimism. As for when you arrived at the main hub of Hell itself, that was when your mood declined severely. Students budging in front of one another in a frenzy to make it to class (though you always arrived almost 20 minutes early, that never stopped anyone) before even stepping off the damned bus to the bright glow of artificial light that always irked you into more of a bad mood. People crowded around the main hub of each segregated grade before further segregating into friend groups. Lafayette always made sure to drag you out of your French classroom that doubled as homeroom if needed papers were to be given to you at the beginning of the day. "Come on, Amour. I'm certain Alexander has already found Thomas and we both know what happens after that." Lafayette held your hand as the two of you walked down the halls to find the two suspected teens already at each other's throats. You tuned out the useless shouts from every member of each party and only looked at Lafayette who was attempting to help Mulligan pry Alexander off of Thomas's hair. Thomas, furious as is, roared out curses that would most likely even offend a rock if possible. Every day was the same, and every day still brought you the numbness that never seemed to leave. The day went on absurdly slow as you were only in your fourth period which happened to be a Study Hall, though no devices were allowed and you never had homework since you finish it the very period it is assigned in. "Play Tic-Tac-Toe with me!" Peggy, a dear friend of yours, whined. It wasn't uncommon for Peggy to whine about being bored, nor was it any more surprising when she asked you of all people to do her Spanish homework (which you declined). "For the last time, Peggy, I won't play Tic-Tac-Toe with you, nor will I do your homework. I only do people's homework when it relates to history." You explained in the best calm tone you could muster. You normally did people's homework for history for fun, but you especially wanted to do it when it came to the 1700s. Ever since birth, you were obsessed with the said time period. From privateers turned pirates to not only one revolution, but two, to the founding of the U.S.A, you practically had everything memorized about it. You were known as a walking encyclopedia for a reason. "Have a good lunch, you are dismissed!" without missing a heartbeat, you sped down toward the cafeteria so fast you almost slammed into Laurens. "Jesus, Y/N. Watch where you're going! You might end up kissing the floor if you don't." Laurens bit back a shit-eating grin that went hand in hand with his unneeded remark. "Piss off, Laurens. Where's Alexander, huh? Figured he'd be somewhere with you since your pants aren't hot." The evidence of any smugness wore off quickly and was replaced with a look of embarrassment. Laurens scratched the back of his neck and looked up at the ceiling to prevent me from looking at his now flushed face. "Remember, Laurens, I bite back." and with that, you walked towards the table you resided with Eliza and Angelica. Though you enjoyed your conversations with the duo, you never felt like you belonged. A sense of loneliness still loomed over you even while you were with those you deemed close to friends. Lunch flew by and so did the rest of the day. While waiting on the bus, you noticed Lafayette still had yet to board. Waiting. Looking. Pleading. You knew from the very beginning that the fellow late transfers to the school with the names of Lafayette, Laurens, Mulligan, and even Hamilton never existed as they were only figments of your imagination. Neither were the three sisters you had befriended nor did even Jefferson exist. They were figments of your lonely mind created by you to drown out the silence. One day finished, but another began once again.

[thebigpapilio]

The Koopa, The Dad, & The Better

This writing is inspired from/based on “https://duckapus.tumblr.com/post/184704406530/i-want-bowser-to-punch-gabriel-agreste-in-the-face by @duckapus​“. It’s also a not-exactly-sequel to my post “https://thebigpapilio.tumblr.com/post/175002411360/mario-fans-heres-a-thought”.

Bowser had been monstrous, forceful, and many other things he would spend his life atoning for, but he was by no means a bad father. The Koopalings - quite young at the time - were entrusted to him by their blood father should they fall in battle. The previous Boom Boom had been loyal and a great ally of the Koopa royal lineage, so when the sad day came that he fell - thankfully long before Mario, or things would be a lot worse between the plumber and his adopted kids - Bowser was more than willing to take the mantle. Bowser took as good care of them as he could, and Kamek helped him through the whole family’s issues. Even when Junior was born, Kamek was there for all of them.

Bowser had been angry his father magically forced Kamek to hide the truth of the racism that started the generational war between the Koopa & Mushroom Kingdoms with a silencing spell, he knew it was not Kamek’s fault and forgave him. After learning the truth, Bowser swore to fix his father’s mistakes, and it was not much later that a peace treaty resumed, complete with Peach’s also-restricted memories being restored.

It also helped him move on from the then-princess, which was good, because when he had arrived to offer peace, he’d just missed Mario proposing.

After fixing up everything, Peach saw fit for Bowser to be invited to the wedding, though Mario had still been suspicious of him.

Nevertheless, despite Bowser’s newly-attained and seemingly-infinite patience, there had been - and there still would be - plenty of times in Bowser’s life when he became especially angry.

When he was taken away from his childhood best friend Peach? Mostly confused, but still angry.

When he first lost to Mario, followed by an uncounted amount of repeated results? He’d been furious, and with each time he returned from a fight in great pain, he found less and less things more aggravating than so much as the thought of that provocative plumber.

When memories of his father and why he “hated” the Mushroom Kingdom returned to him? Bowser thought he couldn’t be angrier.

But after he stepped into that portal disguised as a human, Bowser found himself to be wrong.

It had started when he’d saved the kid from collateral damage caused by one of those… what was it, akumas? To his horror, he learned this was a regular occurrence in the city from the boy (Adrien, Bowser, his name is Adrien) in a tone more surprised that he didn’t know. That was fair, but the tone should have been a red flag that something was wrong. Later, he watched the boy’s ride show up at his school while walking by, and his heart broke watching how fast Adrien’s face fell.

It got worse when he started sending in spies. They returned with information of his dad and secretary being incredibly inconsiderate of Adrien and what he wanted, telling him what he was going to do as if he had no choice, and even when he did them, he was treated like a rebellious teen. Apparently, it was so bad the kid had fought to go to the public school. Junior didn’t mind being tutored, but Bowser still knew that even if his kids hadn’t wanted to do evil like they had done, the Koopa King would still be supportive of him and his siblings.

Bowser had been about to lose his temper for the first time in what may have been a record-breaking drought when a Paratroopa returned with urgent news. When Bowser learned about the correlation behind the two pitiful excuses for “adults” and the reason behind the villains, he knew something had to be done.

He couldn’t do it alone, however - he had to do things more quietly than an invasion could, and while he was incredibly strong, he would be outnumbered, and he was especially bad against smaller & faster opponents, if Mario and Luigi (he’d finally remembered to not address the younger hero as Green 'Stache) were anything to go by. Plus, he was mad right n-

The Mario Brothers.

Bowser couldn’t think of anyone better to help him then the newly-dubbed Mushroom King and his brother. Luigi and Bowser were on decent terms, but that didn’t seem to be enough for his bro - even when Bowser helped find a way back to the brothers’ home world, Mario still seemed to not trust Bowser, however quiet or loud he was about it. The Koopa King wondered if this plan he was forming would get Mario to fully trust him.

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Mario and Luigi had been suspicious at first at a request for help - as much as Bowser had changed, the Koopa King seldom asked for help, certainly not in the desperate fashion that he had. But Luigi convinced at least get Mario to hear the Koopa King out, and looking back, Mario thought it was a good idea - when Bowser explained the situation, the Mario Brothers would have agreed instantly had Bowser not wanted to explain how bad it was.

Mario had mostly been on guard due to their wedding; he wasn’t exactly of noble stock, and if he were to let his Queen be taken by someone they had known was not always trustworthy, he didn’t know what anyone - least of all him - would think of the new King. But Peach seemed to trust the former enemy after missing memories returned, and Bowser had looked like a husk of himself on that day, so Mario had been too shocked by this new information to really do much at the time.

With the peace between the two Kingdoms, Mario had seldom needed to do any hero work with the Koopa army practically handling all defensive matters for him, so if nothing else, this was an excuse to get some exercise and do good for someone.

Besides, this was a human from a parallel world to he and his brother’s, right? The Mushroom World had ultimately changed their lives for the better, and if this Adrien kid needed it, they would do the same for him.

After conferring with Peach and making a plan, the three fighters were ready to go. Going through the portal made things a bit awkward given the wait and Bowser’s human disguise, but Mario finally started to feel that Bowser was becoming better.

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Just our luck that there’s an akuma attack going on, Bowser mused.

Looking further at the situation, there appeared were multiple akumas and two new creatures that Bowser assumed to be sentimonsters - Hawkmoth had decided to try Heroes’ Day again, it appeared, but this time he was nowhere to be found, a young, brown-haired girl in the villain’s costume.

In a hidden spot near the battlefield, Bowser murmured to Mario and Luigi to go and help the heroes, saying he needed to save Adrien first. They all wore communicators - Bowser’s on an arm bracer, and the Mario Brothers under their hats. Nodding, they went off to go help, a well-placed fireball knocking Befana off her motorcycle and ultimately ending up purified in Luigi’s arms. Chat Noir - the kid was there, which made Bowser’s job a lot easier - and his friends were caught off guard, but when the brothers started to keep pace, they relaxed and returned to fighting the akumas once more.

Bowser would have loved to join them, but he had bigger fish to fry. Transforming back into his true form, he took off for Gabriel’s mansion.

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Hawkmoth and Mayura were a bit worried when new heroes stepped in. It was already a taller order than last time due to the reactivated Monkey, Snake, & Horse joining the original five, but they had saved up enough energy to be at least on par with that. When the dynamic duo showed up, however, the villains started to become quite uncomfortable.

On the battlefield, Luigi’s hammer smashed the last akumatized item - Volpina’s necklace. This Lila girl had turned out to be willingly akumatized and working with the villains, and she was promptly taken to the police by an infuriated Carapace and Rena Rouge while the other heroes celebrated.

The brothers’ communicators came on then, their draconid ally’s voice arriving right on time.

“You guys cleaned up yet?”

“Perfect timing, big guy!” Mario said, the two brothers watching as Carapace and Rena Rouge returned.

“Good. Now, tell them to follow you to the big bads’ place, got it?”

With all the up-close fights Bowser and the brothers had, they still forgot sometimes that in the end, he was a born leader and knew how to give commands without being angry. Walking over to the heroes, they introduced themselves as “Fireball” and “Green Thunder,” and told the heroes not only that that they’d been doing detective work about Hawkmoth’s identity but that they’d tracked him down, with someone holding personal quarrel with the villain already confronting him.

Ladybug would have spoken first, but she was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering from a while away.

“That’s our cue, then…” Green Thunder smiled. Gesturing in the direction of the sound, he continued, “...care to follow us there?”

You would have thought their heads would fly off their necks with how fast they nodded.

Meanwhile, Hawkmoth and Mayura caught their breaths after dodging the shards of glass sent their way. When they looked up, their breaths were caught once more as they took in the appearance of the cross-looking creature whose glare that screamed you are in for the beatdown of your life. Fortunately for Mayura, she could see that the glare was mostly trained on her boss. Unfortunately for her, it was only mostly.

“Hawkmoth and Nathalie Sancoeur,” he uttered, and the two in question froze up in not only shock at this creature’s ability to speak so clearly and the fact he appeared to know Mayura’s identity but confusion, because this beast referred to Gabriel as Hawkmoth, even though at this point there was no conceivable reason this monster did not know that Gabriel was Hawkmoth.

“I have some words for you.”

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“You may never have heard of me, given the differences of our origins, so let me tell you just who you’re messing with.”

Slowly stomping towards them, he proceeded to do just so. “I am King Bowser Koopa, ruler of Dark Land and former villain. I’m the ex-scourge of the Mushroom Kingdom and the first of the Seven Star Children. I was known as the Final Boss, the Destroyer of the Dark Star, and old enemies-turned-friends once called me la tartaruga mortale - the death turtle."

To himself, Bowser thanked Luigi and Mario for teaching him Italian, because someone needed to know it other than those two if the brothers went evil.

"I did a lot of evil things in my career as a villain - I’ve conquered galaxies simply because they stood in my way.”

“I could raze you and this whole mansion to the ground right now if I wanted,” he roared, clearly putting fear into the two villains, “but I won’t. You wanna know why?”

At their somewhat-frantic nods, any amusement on his face said goodbye.

“Because there’s a kid in this place.”

At their slight confusion, he scowled. At this point he stood over the floored duo.

“The title I hold more dearly to me than any of the ones I just named is Dad. I have eight wonderful children, and every day of my life I do my best to make sure they want for nothing, least of all my attention. ”

At that point he snatched Mayura’s brooch faster than either of them could react, leaving a stunned Nathalie Sancoeur in her place. Looking back for a second, he noticed the other heroes had arrived - Red & Green with them. Grinning, he returned to Hawkmoth’s fearful gaze.

“Now I’m not perfect, true, but at least I try. I support my kids, I take time to understand them and their interests, I teach them as best as I can, and even if they hadn’t wanted to follow in my villainous footsteps during that time, I like to think I would have respected that and continued to love them nonetheless.”

His glare hardened even further.

“Too tall an order for you, huh? If you can pretend to be the fashion mogul known as Gabriel Agreste, I think you could easily take time to be a parent to your kid.”

“Why do you keep saying he’s not Hawkmoth?” Chat Noir spoke up from Roi Singe & Ladybug’s grips.

“For what I know, Gabriel Agreste was a kind, caring, and patient guy who liked to do good for others simply for the sake of it. This guy doesn’t fit the description, so he can’t be Hawkmoth, right?”

It was clear that Bowser knew Gabriel was Hawkmoth, but the message he was conveying was clearer - Gabriel had changed, and not for the better.

“You’re using your grief as an excuse to hold your son at arms’ length, but you only take control of him when it’s convenient. If I asked you about his favorite color, or his friends’, or what he wants to do with his life if he could choose, or even what he thinks of the “designer clothes” you stick him in, how much could you really tell me?”

At this, Hawkmoth was silent. Bowser let out an angry snort, then finished his tirade.

“I’m not gonna go too far on your failing attempts at villainy. You’re a faulty & foolish failure as a villain and a parent, and as I said earlier, if it wasn’t for the kid, you’d be burned to a crisp and stomped into a paste - not to mention scum like you aren’t worth the effort.”

He picked up the main villain, dropped him on his two feet, and with a growl of “Get bent.” he walloped him into the wall with a single punch.

Hawkmoth would wake up after about a week and a half in the hospital, having changed from purple to white. A change to orange would follow soon after.

But for now, Bowser would turn around to face the other heroes. He would help get the detransformed shell of Gabriel to the police and hospital, and after taking the Black Cat wielder aside, he gave him a small remote-like item he’d packed that let him and anyone he wanted - other than Hawkmoth and Nathalie - come to the Koopa Kingdom if he wanted or needed to.

Bowser sometimes felt the repercussions of his past villainy too strongly. But whenever he remembered that day - especially punching Hawkmoth in the face - he felt a lot better about himself.

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Claus and the New Group [Apocalypse AU]

Claus’ head was pounding horribly. The room felt like it was spinning and he was sure he was about to vomit all over the place. He couldn’t remember what happened or how he ended up feeling so bad, but boy, did it suck.

He was in a bed in a dimly lit room— probably the first bed he’s slept in in a long, long time. He struggled to sit up, cringing as pain course through his body. What had happened to him? The pain finally subsided when he sat up and he was able to look around the room. The windows were covered with blinds and a candle sat atop a bedside table. On the other side of the table was another bed. Atop the bed sat a slingshot and a boomerang.

Claus tried moving his body to move off the bed, but no matter how he moved, every part of his body was aching. Maybe he had broken something and he didn’t realize. Suddenly, he realized he was in a strange place. A place he didn’t recognize. Fear began to set in and his heart thumped out of his chest. At that moment he just wanted to see Lucas and Flint again. He suffered through the pain and managed to make himself stand up. But, all at once the pain hit him like a truck and he fell to the ground, holding his stomach.

“Lucas ...!” He cried out, shaking from the unbearable pain, “...Dad!”

He flinched when he heard the door to the room open and looked over with terrified eyes. In the door stood a boy around his age. He wore a blue and red hat and had a long sleeved shirt made up of red, blue and white stripes. Around his neck was a bandana with a Franklin Badge attached. He had black hair and looked to be the same age as him. At least it was a kid and not some weird adult. That’s the last thing he needed while he was so hurt.

“Oh! You’re awake!” The boy flung open the door and rushed over to help him, “H-hey you shouldn’t be moving! You were really hurt when the adults found you ...”

“Wha- ... adults ...?” Claus could feel himself about to slip out of consciousness. He brought his hand to a throbbing spot on his forehead and bore his teeth, “What’s going on ...?”

“I dunno— the adults brought you back and you were passed out. They said you took a bad fall and wanted to help.” the boy gave him a concerned smile, “Here I’ll help you get back into bed ...”

“N-no!” Claus protested, “I can’t stay here! I don’t know you people!”

The boy laughed, “Is that it? Well my name is Ninten! See? Now you know me!” He narrowed his eyes and his smile faded, “Come on, you’re in no condition to be moving right now ...”

Claus sighed and finally accepted what the boy was telling him. “Fine ...”

With Ninten’s help he was able to climb back into bed, albeit a little painfully. He got comfortable and Ninten pulled up a chair next to him.

“Can you tell me where we are?” Claus asked, still holding his stomach.

“We’re outside of a city called Fourside. The adults made a base of operations here and recruited us as time went on. Porky was the first to be recruited, but he’s kinda bossy ... I don’t like him much ...”

“Porky ... what kind of weird name ..?” Claus chuckled a bit at the funny name. “I’ve also never heard of a city called Fourside ...”

“Yeah neither have I but, it’s proven to be pretty safe. Fassad makes sure of it— he’s gathering a bunch of people to protect this place.”

Claus looked over and raised a brow, “Fassad? Is he one of the adults?”

Ninten nodded, “Yeah, he was the one that recruited me. He’s ... kinda mean— I don’t really like him. There’s some nice people here, but a lot of them are really mean ...”

“Sounds like a real dick ...” Claus mumbled. The only good thing about not being around his family was now he could swear with no consequences. He kinda liked it.

“Oh yeah, he is. But, he’s gotta be hard on us all if we wanna keep this place safe and keep recruiting people.” He smiled at Claus, “He’s actually helped me get over plenty of my insecurities, but ...”

Claus watched as Ninten stood up and pulled out an inhaler from the bedside table.

“I have really bad asthma that sometimes kicks in ... Fassad doesn’t like it when that happens ... calls me a liability ...”

Claus didn’t know this Fassad guy at all, but he was already furious with him. “That’s not fair! That’s not something you can control!”

“It doesn’t matter— he’s right about it. My asthma attacks get so bad sometimes that I really do become a liability.” He looked over at Claus and gave him a half smile, “But, it’s nice to hear you say that. Probably the nicest thing anyone’s said to me in a while ...”

“Well, it’s true ...” Claus looked towards the window to see if he could make out any surroundings outside, but without any moonlight, there was no way to tell for sure.

Suddenly the door opened again, this time rather forcefully. A rather pudgy boy stood in the doorframe wearing a hoodie and boots. He had blonde hair in a really dumb bowl cut looking hairstyle. Claus almost had to muffle a chuckle when he made an appearance.

“Ninten, you know they don’t want us talking to him. You know what Fassad will do if he finds out.” He said, crossing his arms.

Ninten sighed and put his inhaler away, “He fell and needed help, Porky. I couldn’t just leave him on the ground.”

“He’ll need to be able to do things on his own if he’s ever going to stay here with us.” Porky answered back with a snarky attitude. “What’s your name kid? You really put a hold on our plans.”

Claus narrowed his eyes at the fat kid. “Claus— And they could’ve just left me there to die. They didn’t have to bother with me.”

“But they did. We need more people, but I don’t understand why Fassad keeps bringing in useless people like you .”

Claus bit back his words and mumbled under his breath. This new kid was annoying— nothing like Ninten was.

“Well either way, Ninten can bring you some food. If you’re gonna stay with us you’ll need to get your strength back.”

He looked to Ninten who nodded fast and ran off to get something for Claus.

“I don’t want to stay here. As soon as I feel better, I’m leaving.”

“And where will you go?” Porky asked with a smirk, “Here you have walls, a roof, a warm bed and hot meals. Why would you give that up?”

“Because,” Claus looked away from him, “I’m hunting for someone to avenge someone I loved.”

He glared over at Porky when he hears him snicker. The fat boy shook his head as lay up against the wall.

“That’s pathetic. You seem capable but you let all of this hold you back.” He said his smile turning into a dastardly smirk, “You should just give that up if you ever truly wanna get stronger.”

Claus growled at him angrily. “Don’t tell me what I should and shouldn’t do! You don’t scare me!”

Ninten finally returned at the right time with a plate of hot food. As soon as he entered the smell of ravioli filled the air. Claus didn’t want to admit it, but he was starving and his mouth began watering.

Ninten sat it on the boy’s lap and smiled gently. “It’s kinda hot, but, it should be good to eat. You can meet Fassad and the others later ...”

“But, I—“

“Yeah get your rest,” Ninten left the room and Porky’s smirk continue as he closed the door behind them, “You’ll need it.”

The duo closed the door, leaving Claus alone in the room once again. Porky and this Fassad guy sure seemed like assholes, but maybe if all went well, these guys could help him find the people that murdered his mother. Maybe it’d somehow work out in the end.

Either way, he dug in and wasn’t able to believe he was actually eating a hot meal again. Living on granola bars and gross dry foods was getting annoying. While he didn’t trust these people yet, perhaps some good could come from this.

Or, at least that was the hope ...