#008. mission.

[evewintrs]

SHARP CLAWS.

featuring : @silencehq @christiebae @azolman & @rxckbellz !

evelyn não conseguia fazer seu coração bater mais devagar.

bem, era inevitável, não é? deixar de sentir-se tão empolgada. afinal, vivia para batalhas. talvez não fosse a típica guerreira soturna dentro dos moldes que costumavam caracterizar soldados, mas dedicou anos demais de sua vida à controversa arte da guerra; o suficiente para ansiar por monstros e desafios complexos, apenas para conseguir sentir a mesma euforia correndo nas veias e alimentando seu genuíno amor pela violência. logo, aquela era a missão perfeita. perigosa o bastante para lhe atiçar, e com companhias altamente diversificadas, o que tornaria qualquer confronto mais interessante devido ao contraste.

❛ já disse que eu adoro parques de diversão? ━━━━━ comentou, enquanto caminhava despreocupada ao lado dos colegas, sem que o sorriso deixasse seu rosto. provavelmente parecia uma postura irresponsável considerando como estava calma, mas com winters era sempre assim, estava constantemente animada até ter que focar sua atenção inteiramente em massacrar algum bicho. ❛ adoraria estar aqui em circunstâncias mais felizes. vocês acham que há a possibilidade da gente dar uma voltinha na roda gigante depois de conseguir a varinha ? ━━━━━ questionou, especialmente à azra, já que era a ela que respondia naquela missão.

azra não respondeu sua pergunta, mas com toda certeza tinha algo a dizer, considerando a expressão assombrosa em sua face, e para a filha de dionisio isso era o suficiente para empunhar suas lâminas, transformndo o cantil vazio em duas lâminas roxas de brilho metálico. grifos. escutou e, segundos após se colocar em posição de batalha, usufruiu da própria força para não ser derrubada pela corrente de vento causada por asas gigantescas, sobrevoando sua cabeça como se seu desejo fosse arrancá-la fora com as garras afiadas dos pés. e com certeza era. evelyn foi para trás pelo impulso, e fez o possível para não cair.

sem perder tempo, usou as pernas para se impulsionar para o alto, com a ponta dos sais mirando no que podia do corpo majestoso de um dos monstros, sem sucesso na empreitada, ao menos à princípio. "humf, com asas até eu", pensou, irritada, e se abaixou enquanto outro ataque aéreo era deferido em sua direção. se aproveitando da cobertura de gilbert, pegou o cantil cheio e levou até a boca, sentindo a dormência do álcool logo se transformar na prazerosa sensação de completude que vinha acompanhada do despertar de suas habilidades. já conseguia sentir os músculos posteriores mais fortes, tal como seus cinco sentidos se expandindo.

com a recém-adquirida confiança, deu mais um salto e, dessa vez, conseguiu perfurar as garras do animal com suas duas lâminas, e este soltou um alto ruído de insatisfação. ❛ vou fazer um coisa, mantenham ele ocupado! ━━━━━ pediu, correndo até uma das árvores mais próximas. colocou as duas lâminas entre os dentes, uma pra cada lado, e retirou os sapatos. com as garras para fora escalou até um ponto alto o suficiente, e, sem calcular muito bem a distância, saltou até onde estava um dos incômodos visitantes, e quase não conseguiu. fez uma aterrissagem desajeitada em uma das asas, usando as garras para se prender e não cair no chão. elas foram escorregando através da carne do grifo té se firmarem. mas, claro, isso apenas fez com que tanto ela quanto o grifo se chocassem contra o chão. sentiu a dor imediatamente após ter o peso de um animal tão grande por cima de seu corpo e, aproveitando a raiva desperta pela dor, soltou as lâminas no chão, primeiro para gritar, depois para morder o pescoço do animal com suas próprias presas. podia ser a porra de um grifo, mas ainda era só um passarinho - metade passarinho - e evelyn não estava disposta a perder para um (meio)passarinho.

entre o contorcer de dor do híbrido e seus próprios grunhidos sofridos, evelyn rolou até estar livre do peso do animal enraivessido. não muito distante conseguia ver o outro, e ele parecia prestes a atacar seus amigos. alcançando uma das lâminas, a que ainda conseguia pegar e não estava perdida em algum lugar embaixo de um grande monstro animalesco, correu até o animal para fincá-la em seu corpo. diferente de como havia feito com o primeiro grifo, dessa vez não apenas a utilizou e pegou de volta: delírio estava fincada até o fim de sua lâmina mágica na coxa do monstro e, por isso, evelyn sabia que causaria severas alucinações, já que esse era o efeito que costumava causar gradualmente entre suas investidas.

dito e feito. não precisou de muito tempo para que o grifo começasse a voar confuso. evelyn não sabia quais as alucinações que seu sai causava, mas foi o suficiente para que o animal voasse para longe, desnorteado, levando consigo a arma ainda fincada em sua coxa. merda. teria que conversar com dionísio depois sobre uma possível substituição. talvez ele estivesse de bom humor? enfim. isso era um problema para a evelyn do futuro. a evelyn do presente tinha que voltar até onde estava o outro grifo, para ajudar seus amigos.

christopher e azra estavam fazendo um excelente trabalho em aprisioná-lo, e gilbert estava fazendo um trabalho igualmente excelente em esfaquear o animal, preso e indefeso. provavelmente nem precisavam tanto assim do seu apoio, mas ela sabia que era melhor não arriscar. vendo que manía não estava mais perdida embaixo do grifo, correu até sua lâmina restante e se juntou ao filho de hermes. alguns golpes desferidos depois e o grifo se desfez em pó. evelyn caiu, sentando-se no chão, ofegante. ❛ okay. ━━━━━ bebeu um pouco mais de vinho e se deixou levar pela vontade de dar risada. ❛ isso sim é o que eu chamo de um esquenta. ━━━━━ complementou, se levantando. ❛ o outro está com o meu sai enfiado na coxa, deve estar tendo visões. é melhor a gente se apressar antes que ele decida voltar. ━━━━━ foi até os sapatos, porém, estava considerando se ia realmente precisar deles. a verdade é que, a partir daquele ponto, precisaria cada vez menos de roupas. ❛ e o templo? vocês acham que conseguem a localização exata logo? ━━━━━ questionou, enquanto procurava por água. não achava prudente estar sóbria, mas ainda assim, estava cansada, e o impacto do corpo do grifo certamente havia deixado hematomas desagradáveis.

isso tornava a situação menos empolgante? ha, claro que não.

[wiseagent]

AS   FRUSTRATED   AS   HE   IS   WITH   HER APPEARANCE   ,   he   can't   deny   the   sense   of   relief   he   feels   sweeping   his   shoulders at her arrival   ,   knowing   what   a   valuable   asset   she   could   be   in   the   wake   of   his   newest   mission.   a   deceitful   politician   is   rumored   to   have   been   using   the   funds   meant   for   furthering   education   for   children   for   their   own   gain   ,   &   he   needs   access   to   his   office   &   computer   to   retrieve   the   proof   &   broadcast   it   for   the   city   to   see.   this   man   shouldn't be permitted to represent the people   ,   &   loid   felt   it   prudent   to   get   the   information   out   to the citizens of this city as   soon   as   possible.   this   event   is   boring   &   filled   with   the   same   sort   of   people   he's   used   to   dealing   with   on   his   missions , so he isn't too uncomfortable in this element.   the   politician's   office   is   only   a   few   floors   above   them &   he   could   easily   slip   over   there   &   get   what   he   needs   ,   but   he   has   eyes   on   him   ━━   the   guards   watching   everyone   closely   &   there's   no   doubt   his   office   has   the   same   if   not   more   security.   felicia   being   here   is   no   doubt   because   she   caught   wind   of   his   plans   ﹙   how   she   figures   these   things   out   ,   he'll   never   know   ﹚   ,   but   if   he   could   convince   her   to   help   him   ,   perhaps   he   can   finish   this   mission with   little   to   no   detection.   right   .   .   .   he   supposes   he'll   have   to   play   the   game   her   way   tonight.

❝   you   always   manage   to   find   me   when   i'm   at   my   busiest.   ❞   the   theme   of   the   event   is   masquerade   ,   which   works   out   well   for   him   in   this   regard.   it   means   he   doesn't   have   to   concoct   a   new   disguise   for   this   one   particular   mission   ,   but   he's   sure   his   mask   is   what   made   it   easier   for   felicia   to   find   him.   it's   similar   to   the   one   he   wears   every   day when out at night   ,   with   a   few   accents   to   match   the   other   patrons   at   this   event.   ❝   you   here   for   pleasure   or   are   you   following   me ?   ❞   he   grabs   her   hand   ,   almost   as   if   to   pull   her   into   a   dance   ,   but   he   keeps   the   grip   firm   ,   his   voice   dropping   to   a   deadly whisper.   ❝   what   do   you   want   ,   felicia   ?   come   to   laugh at   me   ,   or   to   help   me   ?   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᶜᵒᶰᶠᶤᵈᵉᶰᵗᶤᵃˡ·     beneath   the   mask ﹕ @bllakcat   as   felicia   hardy.

[drea-ms]

BABY IM BORED. (blacktop) ITADORI YUUJI.

synopsis. in which a silly rumor on the night road causes the two most unexpected people to get to together. not without any problems that is.

warnings. black top remake. nerd x loser who plays basketball. angst. fluff. comfort. alcohol n weed mentions. oc in this story. shy n grumpy x loud and bubbly. college au. artist x muse. rivals to lovers. street racer au. more to be added later.

( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ [name] and her losers. yuuji and his friends.

001. exes and what not

002. barbie dream house tycoon

003. NOT what i was planning

004. start of a rivalry.

005. todays mission ; have a crush on your rival

006. a challenge to race.

007. preparations and studying.

008. yuuta okkotsu and kyouko yamazaki.

009. hours before the race.

010. blacktop.

011. after hours.

012. rumors and wants.

013. megumi fushiguro and [name] tsukumo.

014. piece of art and unexpected confessions.

015. truths and falses.

016. bored by laufey.

017. end of friendships.

018. misunderstandings and what not.

019. your graduation by modern baseball.

020. beginning of the end.

021. 冬のはなし.

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[wonopia]

THE PHOTOBOOTH ! sunghoon x fem!oc

[synopsis] . on the way to work, your friend asks you to check the prices to pay for a photo at the new photobooth located in the local mall. as you pulled the curtain to the side, a boy was already using it. it wasnt until the next day that you realized that he went to your school. you were offered a chance to earn more money if you became a tutor, for the extra money you accepted it. coincidentally, it was 'the photobooth guy' that needed your help. will their friendship grow or will she just be a simple tutor in his eyes?

[genre] . hs -> college au, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers (kind of), slowburn, fake dating, written series with some smau parts.

[warnings] . swearing, dark humor, lowercase intended, not proof-read. mentions of drinking, rape, sa. more will be added

[status] . on hold ! (taking me a min to post)

profiles -> singles only + jay ! mission: get the girl ! not slim but shady ! powerpuff girls !

AU. same au as SUMMER TROUBLES

CHAPTERS . 001. PHOTOBOOTH GUY ! 002. TUTOR ! 003. HIS BRILLIANT IDEA ! 004. NEW RELATIONSHIP IN TOWN ! 005. GROUND RULES ! 006. FRIENDS ! 007. DAY ONE ! 008. WTF JAY ! 009. HYPED FOR COLLEGE ! 010. YOU CAN TRUST ME ! 011. NEW BEGINNINGS ! 012. ODD FEELINGS ! 013. NO ONE BELIEVES ME ! 014. I WANT TO GO HOME ! 015. DREAMS ARE JUST DREAMS ! 016. NEW GROUPCHAT ! 017. I BELIEVE YOU ! 018. INTIMACY ! 019. .. ! 020. .. !

!! taglist is open ☑ (can ask or comment a note to join)

TAGLIST. @coffeeprincejaehyun @hoonatic @i03jae @lilifiedeans @clampclover @solviloaf @letwiiparkjay

© wonopia 2024

[luvistqrzzz]

THE ACCIDENTAL POLAROID- a heeseung smau

we took a polaroid

capture the look in your eyes

PAIRINGS- heeseung x f.reader (slight sunghoon x f.reader)

SUMMARY- Lee Heeseung doesn't believe in love at first sight but what happens when he accidentally clicks a polaroid of a girl at the local diner? A girl he can't seem to get out of his mind.

Will he be able to return you the polaroid or will love follow him along the way?

GENRE- smau with written parts, college!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, crack, angst (veryyy slight), slight love triangle

FEATURING- 02z + sunoo from enhypen, yunjin and chaewon from le sserafim, beomgyu and hueningkai from txt and yujin from ive

WARNINGS- profanity, more tba in the respective chapters

TAGLIST- closed - @yenqa @xuimhao @ddazed-lhs @astrae4 @ghostiiess @seungminstaehyun @haechansbbg @chaechae-23 @ak-aaa-li @whippedforbeomgyu @ahnneyong @ineedaherosavemeenow @jhopesucker @j-wyoung @tnyhees @liliansun @rikizm @jadeluvsenha

STATUS- completed

UPDATE SCHEDULE- whenever i can tbh </3

STARTED- 25/04/2023

ENDED- 08/06/2023

NOTE- this is purely a work of fiction and it in no means represents the idol irl. also the pictures of yn are for reference purpose only. I have no intention of copying anyone, i really apologize beforehand if the idea or plot coincides with some other smau.

A/N- this is inspired by Jonas Blue's song Polaroid (check it out asap its a bop!!) ik ik i have another smau to update but i posted this one on impulse lolol... hopefully will begin with it soon <3! omg its already midnight here i think i really need to sleep lmfao😭😭

MOODBOARD | PLAYLIST

PROFILES- singlez+betrayer// young dumb stupid

CHAPTERS-

001- reason for my poverty

002- and i oop- (partly written::: 0.3K)

003- yunjin got brains

004- "responsible good friend" with a plot twist

005- Mr.H

006- plan failed? 100%

007- running late is not fun (partly written::: 0.2K)

008- simpsons minus the "son"

009- de-rizz someone with 0 rizz??

010- chaewon gets a happy meal (and third wheels)

011- HALF ver. - umbrella crisis

╰┈➤FULL ver.- weird feelings (partly written::: 0.2K)

012- ✨jEaLoUsY✨

013- 1/i■€h33$€♡&¿

014- Make dem moves

015- liquid courage gone wrong (written::: 0.5K)

016- smiley faced emoji

017- on read

018- FML

019- man w a mission

020- Love, Y/N ( written::: 0.47K )

021- it's like a polaroid love- FINALE- ( written::: 0.5K )

it's only a matter of time

before it starts fadin'

Enjoyed The Accidental Polaroid? Check out another smau L♡VE THEORY set in the same universe, starring Jake ^^!!

work belongs to @/luvistqrzzz do not repost, copy or translate my work.

reblogs are appreciated

[kgmilgramau]

008

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Read all of them before voting!

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Mission complished!

I'm finally getting better!

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It's time to return to my village~

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"yay!"

"Billy, OUR HERO!"

"You did it, you're the best!"

"How admirable!"

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Thank you everyone!!

I promise to protect you all!!

(1/3) (2/3) (3/3)

[simplygyuu]

Popstar : 008 - Yeonjun you enabler

synopsis : its 2007 and childhood star choi beomgyu is in the middle of his fall from grace. he constantly goes out to parties, getting wasted and making dumb decisions. he seems to have absolutely no regard for his career anymore and has made a complete change from his old sweetheart personality. you are the manager for another rowdy popstar choi yeonjun, one of beomgyus only friends. but what will you do when management switches you and beomgyus manager, making you watch over the troublesome popstar? he seems to make it his life mission to do everything you tell him not to do, but maybe theres underlying issues that led him to acting this way..

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previous masterlist next

notes : beomie up to his bullshit.. AGAIN! but this time a teensy tiny glimpse into his mind.... trust next chapter ull get a bit more behind his character so bare with him and his insanity lolol i hope u all enjoy this so far :)

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[theplottdump]

When confronted by an aggressor from behind, it is important to react instantly- without thought or mercy. Surprise is not on your side in these situations, so instead you'll just have to be faster.

𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧: Swipe the leg. Throwing off their center of balance will be key.

𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗: A sharp, quick strike with your elbow to the solar plexus. This will create both distance between you and your attacker as well as provide an anchor for your defensive maneuver.

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗: Disarm. Grab the wrist firmly and dig the point of your thumb into the main artery. In some cases this can help relieve nausea, but in those cases you probably aren't pressing hard enough.

𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗛: The Flip. Using your elbow as an anchor, pull the captured wrist across your body in a quick downwards motion to invert your victim.

𝗙𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗛: Realize there's a small chance you might have overreacted.

It is at this point that the conversation can continue in several ways. There's always the classic flirt and act dumb- but that had failed to earn her any ground that morning. She could make up something about taking self defense classes at her local community center-

And if nothing else worked there was always old reliable: Knocked out cold and stuffed in the nearest grain bin- hoping no one notices til you're at least 50 miles clear of the crime scene.

But seeing as they still needed a base of operations for the current mission, and they probably couldn't get their deposit back on the rooms anyway, 008 opted that the last option, while her favorite- might not help the current situation.

"I'm sorry- can I help you with something?"

The man under her feet groaned and sheepishly offered her the pen she had classified as a weapon nearly fifteen seconds earlier. "I uh- I need you to sign the form." The words croaked out of his bruised chest, any air successfully having been knocked from his body, leaving only gravel and dust. Oh.

"To confirm that-"

"-to confirm that you brought my animals back in one piece, yes." he finished her sentence, the Agent grateful that he seemed to be taking the whole '𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' situation rather well.

"And by the way- I don't squawk. I project."

"I'll make sure to keep that in mind."

[lonestarflight]

Apollo Program: Block I Command and Service Module tests

CSM-008 shown inside of Chamber A during a test of the carbon arc solar simulators mounted on the side of the chamber.

"The initial tests in chamber A occurred later in 1966, when Apollo Command and Service Modules (CSM-008) underwent a series of trials to demonstrate the adequacy of the Block I version of the spacecraft for manned earth-orbital missions.

The crew shown entering CSM-008 for the start of the first manned thermal-vacuum test on August 1, 1966

The contractor for the CSM, North American Aviation (NAA) in Downey, California, had performed an altitude test on a Block I Command Module in the summer of 1966. Company engineers Erman, Abell and Moyles spent two weeks flying a simulated mission in a CM inside NAA’s vacuum chamber – called the 'bell jar'. Because the 5-meter chamber was too small to hold the complete Apollo spacecraft, electrical power, oxygen and drinking water were provided by ground support equipment.

North American Aviation engineers Richard Erman, John Moyles and Norman Abell sitting inside a Block I Apollo CM on March 29, 1966 at the beginning of their simulated two-week mission inside 'the bell jar' at North American’s Downey, California facility.

Diagram showing the major components of the SESL Chamber A and the placement of the Apollo CSM test article. Click on image to enlarge.

Houston’s SESL could accomodate the complete spacecraft, including the Service Module, and so CSM-008 spent 83 days inside chamber A in the second half of 1966, during which time a 92-hour unmanned test and a 163-hour manned test were conducted. During this six-day manned period the spacecraft was 'flown' by astronauts Ed Givens and Joe Kerwin, with the third seat occupied by Joe Gagliano, an Air Force captain on assignment to MSC’s Flight Crew Support Division. The test revealed several design flaws and procedural errors that would have to be corrected before the first manned Apollo flight, planned for early 1967.

CSM-008 shown inside SESL Chamber A with work platforms and the access walkway in place."

source, source

NASA ID: S66-59204

[tzyuki]

[ 김규빈 ] ONE & ONLY ꒰ K.GV x F!READER

008. WAZE DORMS?? | smau + written (778 wrds)

IN WHICH ✶ — Rumors about Y/n pursuing a Zerobaseone member backstage at music bank start floating around the media after she and ZB1 member, Kim Gyuvin are seen talking behind in one of the episodes of ‘Eunchaes Star Diary’. Some netizens believe it and some don’t, some hated her for touching his shoulder and some didn’t care. Y/n went live to debunk the rumors, saying she wasn’t interested in a relationship at the time. The thing was, the rumors were true. She secretly was pursing Kim Gyuvin, or at least she wanted to. Ever since she first saw him backstage at M Countdown when ‘Love Killa’ team got to perform she was starstruck. She saw him at the vending machine and wished him luck in ‘Boys Planet’. She actually never had watched an episode of the survival show at all, she said it would be too painful for her, but that was the night she started to watch and most importantly, vote for Kim Gyuvin.

Y/n flopped onto the couch in the living room of their dorm, exhausted from the early schedule she had. The rest of her members had gone out for lunch leaving the girl home alone.

The chiming sound of the dorm bell ringing, her head lifting up to see who was at the little screen at the door. She could see the faint face of Moon Jaeyun. Almost forgetting that he’d come by to hang out with the girl and later so would Gyuvin.

“Coming!” She shouted as got up from the couch, walking towards the door. “Hey,” She said to the boy as she opened the door. “How are you?” Y/n said, opening the door wide so the boy could walk in.

“Hm—good. We’re working on a comeback right now so I’ve been kind of busy.” Jaeyun said, putting a thought to it. “How are you? I saw you started filming for your guys show.” He asked as the two plopped down onto the couch side by side.

“Good, I have to bring Lulu back home soon so I’ll have to miss my break day.” Y/n sighed. “And our show is gonna be so tiring to film this season.” Y/n groaned. “I thought you guys just do stupid missions at the academy and each mission reveals each step to the big secret—or whatever.”

“It is,” Y/n slightly tilted her head, thinking about the youtube show they released last year. “But sometimes we film real scenes that take hours to do.”

“You guys are actually kind of good, did you ever think about taking acting up professionally?” Jaeyun asked genuinely. “You watched it?— and no, I’ve always wanted to sing and dance.”

“Who hasn’t?” Jaeyun chuckled. “It’s filmed and edited well. The fact that it’s only a show made for your fans” He scoffed. “I think people who aren’t your fans should watch it.”

“Is it really that good?”

“Yeah, the drama is there, the acting is good, and the plot is actually really good—like for a variety show it’s really good—you’re really good at acting too.” Jaeyun gassed up the girl. “You’re being nice to me, Jae. This is so weird getting complimented.” The girl chuckled.

The doorbell chimed again.

“Are your members back?” Jaeyun asked, his head turning to the door. Y/n awkwardly chuckled. “I forgot to tell you, Gyuvin and one of his members are also hanging out here.”

“You double booked?” Jaeyun gasped. “Look, I'm trying to bag the guy.” Y/n held her hands in surrender. “Come open the door with me.” She ran to the door, “Coming!” Jaeyun walked up behind her. “Oh my god—that’s Matthew!” Jaeyun shouted a little too loud, Matthew and Gyuvin could be seen laughing on the camera.

“Matthew!” Jaeyun shouted as the door opened, he pulled the other into a hug. “I didn’t know you’d be here!?” Matthew said, pulling away. “Come in, come in.” Jaeyun said, acting like it was his dorm.

“Hi, Gyuvin.” Y/n chuckled, the two gave each other looks as the other two were talking in english. “Hi, Eumppappa.” Y/n said in a slightly high pitch tone as she petted the dog.

“He likes you.” Gyuvin said. Eumppappa was excited and happy as Y/n stroked his ears. “Let me go get Lulu.” Y/n smiled as she ran to open her room door. The pig ran out oinking as she approached Gyuvin and his dog.

“She’s clearly happy.” Y/n giggled. “How’s your day?” Y/n asked, slightly leaning on the counter of the island, not trying to seem awkward. “It’s good, I’ve just been walking Eumppappa. How is getting back into work?”

“Tiring, as always.” Y/n scoffed. “It’s a fun job, but it gets tiring with all the practice and content we have to film. It’s hard to keep a happy act at times.” Y/n confessed. “You seem so passionate on stage, thought?” Gyuvin said. “I am, I really love performing and everything, but once I show an ounce of being tired it’s like the whole internet is calling me lazy.” She laughed.

“I’ll admit, I make jokes about them so it goes over my head.” Y/n sheepishly laughed. “Am I talking too much?” She asked, worried she was talking the boy's ear off. “You aren’t, I like talking a lot too.” Gyuvin chuckled.

“To be honest, I double booked. I didn’t want it to be awkward between us so I invited my friend as well.” Y/n admitted. “At least it worked out great, they already know each other.” The two looked at the pair on the couch goofing off.

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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER TWENTY NINE → PAIN IS POWER

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 3.8k || masterlist

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

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The warehouse was colder than the little cabin in the woods that El had grown accustomed to. It lacked the soft music in the air from Hopper’s records and the smell of Eggos first thing in the morning. The black coat El had slung over her shoulders was not as soft as Hopper’s hand-me-know flannels, and the makeup smeared around her eyes was irritating her skin. 

She shivered as she walked through the warehouse, chewing on her lip as Kali- child number 008 from the Lab- stood in front of her along with her gang. 

The image of the little girl clutching a stuffed animal with a phone in her grasp while El and Kali confronted one of the bad men from Lab was stuck in El’s head. The man had hurt her momma, but was it right to hurt the little girl’s father in revenge? All of El’s life she’d been in a battle with bad men, men who lied to her and her sister, Sunshine for as long as they could remember. Bad men hurt them and every other child from the Lab, and they tried to hurt her new friends. 

El had believed Kali when she said hurting the people who hurt them would help them heal. But then she saw the bad man’s daughter and was reminded of herself. 

Kali said to use all of that anger she had inside, but the memories of the pain and loss were followed by gentle hands brushing away her tears and squeezing her hands. Golden eyes filled with sisterly concern replaced the fear that threatened to sink El. Her anger was battled and defeated by Sunshine. The two- Seven and Eight, Sunshine and Kali, opposed each other. 

Sunshine, even faced with a storm of bad men and monsters, hung just like her namesake. She made El feel safe and protected when they were together. But, as El had learned through her trips in the void to check up on her sister, Sunshine’s light was dimming. Her sadness and confusion in a whole new world could be felt through the void, and El could only sit, watch, and hope that happiness found Sunshine in Hawkins. 

Kali was a lot like the moon. She was dark and mysterious. With her, El felt a kinship kindled by anger about their unfair upbringing. Kali was harsh but truthful. She was right about how the people who hurt them didn’t deserve to live happy lives while they had to hide and lie about who they were or what they could do. 

Kali won fights while Sunshine made sure everyone made it out of the fight in one piece, even if that meant she lost the fight. It was all so confusing to El; who did she want to be more like? Who did she understand more?

Slipping past the gang and ignoring their bickering, El made her way up the concrete steps to Kali’s bedroom. The bunch was a hard pill to swallow. They all were so different than the people El had come to know back in Hawkins. They were a bit rougher around the edges in some ways that reminded El of herself. Their makeup and hair were loud, their movements were pointed, and their voices didn’t hold the same warmth or care as Sunshine or Joyce’s. Their laughs were the same as Mike's, Lucas's, or Dustin’s. Their clothes weren’t as soft or pretty as Nancy’s. They made El feel different but not in a bad way.

Not all of the gang was like that, though. Two members reflected El more than anyone, two children from the Lab who were just like her. Nine and Ten, who went by the name Luke and Leia, didn’t partake in the gang’s missions to hunt down the bad men. The twins stayed behind at the warehouse, tucked away from the outside world much like how El was inside Hopper’s cabin. 

“Jane?” Leia’s voice called out as two heads peaked into the room. “Are you okay?” 

El sighed, picking at the polish on her nails. “I couldn’t do it?” she said. The twins made their way into the room. Leia sat right next to El while Luke took a seat on the floor. 

“You couldn’t kill the man you guys went after?” Luke asked. 

El could only bring herself to nod. 

Leia grasped her hand and squeezed it in a similar way to how Sunshine would, to reassure her that everything was okay. It made El’s heartache for her sister. 

“It’s okay, Jane,” Leia said. “That’s not a bad thing.” 

“He hurt momma.” Her momma: her momma who was still alive despite what Hopper said. He had lied to her, and she was so angry with him. 

“Kali has her own way of dealing with what happened to her, to us. That doesn’t mean you have to deal with it in the same way,” said Luke, wringing his gloved hands together in his lap. “She’s angry. I think we all are, at least a little bit. People just have different ways of handling that anger.” 

El glanced down at where Leia’s hand rested in hers and wished it were Sunshine’s hand she was holding. She missed her sister. She missed Mike. She missed her friends. El was angry. She was angry at Hopper for lying about her momma and for keeping her cooped up in the cabin. She was angry at the bad men for everything they had done to all of the children of Hawkins Lab. 

El knew what it was like to be happy, even if that feeling came in brief waves. She had felt it sitting in the warmth of Mike’s basement, inside of the blanket fort and she had felt it when she watched Hopper dance to his old records as they cleaned up the cabin. She felt it when her sister held her hand and when Lucas and Dustin cracked jokes that she didn’t understand. She missed all of it so badly. 

“Yeah, it’s okay that you couldn’t hurt him. I couldn’t do it either,” Leia added, her voice dipping at the end and her eyes falling onto her lap. 

Before El could ask what exactly Leia meant, who she was supposed to hurt, footsteps sounded from outside the bedroom and Kali appeared in the doorway. All three kids’ heads snapped up, startled at the older teen as she entered. 

“May I sit?” Kali asked, nodding at the space on the other side El.

El nodded and Kali joined them. “I was just like you once, Jane,” she began. “That’s why I’m hard on you because I see you in my past mistakes.”

“Maybe she’s not like you,” Luke said. His words were bitter or harsh, but very matter-of-fact. 

“She was a kid.” The little girl, scared in her home by El, Kali, and the rest of the gang. She was just a little girl who had no idea what her dad did. It wasn’t the little girl’s fault and El didn’t think she deserved to be scared. 

Kali’s eyes narrowed under the dark makeup smeared around them. “Does that excuse the man’s sins? Were we not also children?” El looked between Kali and the twins and saw the same worn expression that stared back at her in the mirror, and that was on Sunshine’s face when El visited her in the void. They all were tired children still, and riddled with too many years of grief that made them look much older. 

“When my gifts were strong enough, I used them to escape and that is when I ran into them on my way out,” Kali continued, gesturing to the twins. “We ran. We ran as far as we could. It was there, far away, that we found a place to hide. A family. A home just like you and your policeman.” 

Home. The word was confusing to El. She knew what most people meant when they said it; a home was a place decorated with photographs of happy brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers. A home was a kitchen where waffles were made and a living room where TV shows were watched. But El didn’t feel as if she had just one home. The cabin with Hopper was home, no matter how badly she had wanted to run away from it. The blanket fort in Mike’s basement was home. Even the outline of Sunshine’s bedroom in the void felt like home.

“They were nice,” Leia added. “They lived in a nice house.” 

“But they couldn’t help us and eventually we lost them too.” The twins held similar, sad faces as Kali spoke. “So, I decided to play the part, to stop hiding and use my gifts against those who hurt us. You’re now faced with the same choice, Jane. You can go back into hiding and hope they don’t find you or you can fight and face him.” 

El furrowed her brows. “Face who?” 

“The man who calls himself our father.” 

Luke was quick to his feet and shook his head. “Kali-” 

“Papa is dead,” El said, cutting Luke off. She was sure of it; she wanted to be sure of it. 

Instead of responding, Kali remained silent and watched El as a figure appeared in the young girl’s vision. 

A familiar voice rang in El’s ears. “The man tonight disagrees.” Papa was dressed in a suit, as he always had been inside the Lab. His snow-white hair was combed over and his eyes narrowed in an unreadable gaze. 

El’s breath hitched in her throat as he stepped towards her. “You’re not real,” she said, reminding herself it was only Kali’s powers.

“What are you doing, Kali?” Leia asked, looking right through Papa’s figure like he wasn’t there at all. “What are you making her see?” 

A trail of blood leaked from Kali’s nose and disappeared into the dark fabric of her jeans. “The truth.” 

“All this time and you haven’t looked for me?” Papa asked. El shrank back in her seat as an icy fear crept up her spine. “Why? Because you thought I was dead? Or because you were afraid of what you might find?” 

The night at Mike’s middle school, when she found Will and then the bad men found them, El had been sure the Demogorgon had killed Papa and his men; however, the longer she sat in that thought, the more unsure she became. El didn’t want to think he could be alive and out there somewhere because that meant not only was she not safe, but neither was Sunshine, who was still in Hawkins and well-known by more than just the party members. 

“Go away,” El told the figure. It wasn’t real, Kali was inside her head. She had to keep reminding herself of that.

“You have to confront your pain.” Papa neared her, his figure looming over hers like it had for her entire life. “You have a wound, Eleven, a terrible wound. And it’s festering.” His voice was real enough to bring tears to El’s eyes. She crawled backward on the bed as he grew closer and closer. 

“Kali, stop,” Luke said, but their sister did not drop her illusion. 

“Do you remember what that means? Festering?” Papa continued as the tears El tried to hold back fell down her cheeks. “It means to rot. And it will grow, spread, and eventually, it will kill you.”

It was too much. 

El squeezed her eyes shut as a scream that burned inside her chest crawled up her throat and fell forcefully from her lips. The overhead lights pulsed as she yelled, “Get out of my head!” Her nails dug into her palms as she clenched her hands into tight fists. 

After several moments, she peeled her eyes open, and Papa was gone. Instead, Kali stood in front of her, wiping the blood from under her nose with the same stoic expression that never seemed to leave her face. 

“This isn’t a prison, Jane,” she said. “You’re always free to return to your policeman. Or, you can stay and avenge your mother. Let us all heal our wounds together.” Kali turned on her heel and walked out of her room, leaving the three kids alone once more. 

With uneven breaths, El mulled over Kali’s words. Her thoughts were on fire as memories swarmed her mind. 

‘Maybe we can call you El, short for Eleven.’ Mike kneeled in front of the opening of the blanket fort the very first night they met. El was in the warmth of his home, dressed in a pair of his clothes. She had nodded her head at him. El. He called her El, and she liked it. 

‘She’s our friend, and she’s crazy!’ Dustin had yelled at the two bullies who fled the scene at the quarry, one with a broken arm and the other with a confused craze in his eyes. El had fallen to the ground, tired from a night spent in the woods and having to use her abilities to save Mike from plummeting to his death. The word friend rang in her head as Dustin and Mike called her their friend. She had friends, and those friends had hugged her so tightly she remembered barely being able to breathe, but she didn't want them to let go. 

‘Okay, we’ll stay. We’ll stay and we’ll help them. Together.’ Sunshine had said, wiping the tears from El’s cheeks. She had agreed to stay and help El’s newfound friends because that was just the kind of person Sunshine was. They were supposed to stay together. 

‘Once we fix it up, it’s gonna be nice, real nice. This is your new home.’ Hopper had said, standing in the middle of a little cabin full of cobwebs and dust. He played his records and smiled at her. El had smiled too. 

Her friends, her family, meant so much to her. She thought after seeing her momma again, the longing for a real home would subside but her momma was gone because of Papa and the other bad men who worked at the Lab. Then, El thought finding Kali would cure her homesickness, but as she sat on a bed that wasn’t hers in a cold warehouse in Chicago, miles away from Hawkins, El still ached. 

“Are you okay?” asked Leia. 

El shook her head and wiped her tea-stained cheeks with the back of her hand. “I need to see them. I need to see that my friends are okay without me.” If they were, if Hawkins was better off without her, then she’d stay with Kali and try to make a new life work. But if they needed her, El wouldn’t abandon her friends and family, even if they had no clue she was still alive. 

“Okay,” Leia agreed, instantly. “What do you need to do that?” 

“Radio,” El said, pointing to the one across the room, propped up on a shelf. “And that scarf.” Leia quickly whirled around the room, grabbing the radio and the scarf before she returned to the bed. 

El moved to the floor, across from where Luke had resumed sitting and eyeing her curiously. She fiddled with the radio dials for a few moments, until they were set to where she needed. Then, she placed the scarf over her eyes and tied it at the back of her head. Taking in a deep breath, she found her mind drifting away from the warehouse and shifting into the void. The first person she thought of was Sunshine. 

She was sitting on the ground with her arm and face streaked with blood. Sadness rippled off of her in harrowing waves that El felt twist her gut into horrible knots. Sunshine cried, “They’re all in my head. I can’t make it stop. I want it to stop!” Tears gathered in El’s eyes as she tried to reach out to her sister, but before she could, Sunshine vanished into mist and was replaced by the image of Mike. 

Alarms blared in El’s mind, causing her to wince and move to cover her ears, but the noise seeped into her regardless. Mike’s face was blanched as he clumsily sprinted down a hall. Something blocked his path, causing his fear to shift into anger. “I need to get through! I need to warn them!” he yelled, trying to push against something that stood in his way. El felt his fear, worry, and rage like a thunderstorm in her mind. Mike yelled again, “It’s a trap! I need to tell them it’s a trap!” 

El’s mind started to spiral, and she wasn’t even aware the scene was moving again until Hopper’s figure replaced Mike’s. He looked tired and a similar worry she felt surround Mike also swarmed Hopper. “Go! Go! Go! Come on!” His voice was followed by loud pops of gunfire and even louder alarms. 

Her heartbeat drummed loudly in her ears, and she hopelessly reached out toward Hopper as he ran away into the darkness. El felt her world crumbling around her; her friends were in trouble, and she was miles away, too far away to help them at that moment. 

The void melted away as someone shook her shoulder roughly. Sudden shouts broke through her focus, and she was thrust back into reality. 

“Jane! Jane! Come on, we’ve gotta go, now!” 

Voices yelled from downstairs but El didn’t have time to decipher them before Leia grabbed her hand and hauled her to her feet before they took off after Luke out of the room. El didn’t know where they were going, but Luke and Leia knew the warehouse well. They led the way to the back entrance of the building. 

Sparing a look over her shoulder, El realized the shouts were coming from police who had raided the warehouse. Kali and her gang’s hiding place had been discovered. 

The three kids exited the backroom moments before the police did, hardly missing them. Their guns were raised as they led the scene. They weaved and ducked around and behind dumpsters and junk that littered the concrete yard behind the building. A couple of sharp turns later, the kids met up with Kali and her gang as they jumped into their van, ready to make a quick escape like El assumed they had many times before. 

“Do something, Kal!” Axel, one of Kali’s friends, yelled as he flung open the door and jumped inside. 

The kids stopped as the police grew closer. Kali looked at them pointedly as she said, “Get in the car!” Her nose was bleeding freely, and El wondered what she was making the police see to throw them off their trail. The police stopped short of the van and looked around, confused, like the group had vanished into thin air. 

El was frozen. She stared at the van as Kali’s friends, Kali’s family, piled inside. Kali was not related to any of them, but she did think of them as her family, she had told El that. And while Kali was El’s sister- much like how Sunshine was, and the twins were- she had friends and family back in Hawkins who needed her. El wouldn’t abandon them without knowing that they all were safe and by her quick trip into the void, they were all very far from safe.

“I’m sorry!” El shouted over the chaos and dropped Leia’s hand. “I’m sorry, but I have to go back. My friends are in danger.” El couldn’t have saved her momma and no amount of pain she inflected on the people who hurt her momma would bring the woman back. But El could save her friends before they were taken away from her too. 

Another member of Kali’s gang, Dottie, leaned out the window, frustrated. “This isn’t time for talk. We’ve gotta go, right now!” 

“Your mother sent you to us for a reason, remember?” Kali said, hurt flickering across her face, cracking her stoic demeanor. “We belong together.” 

El did believe that, and she hoped that one day they’d all find their way back to each other, but her place was in Hawkins, at least for a little while longer. 

Luke turned toward El, and she thought he was going to say his goodbyes before he jumped into the van, but he didn’t. “We’re going with you,” he said, much to El and Kali’s surprise. 

The look on Kali’s face morphed into something of pure distress. “There’s nothing for you back there.” The police behind them began to shout as Kali’s concentration fractured and her illusion started to break. Gunfire echoed against the dumpsters that shielded them. “They cannot save you, Jane. They cannot save any of you.”

El’s lips parted in a small, sad smile. She didn’t need to be saved; she had learned that she can do that on her own. “No,” she said. “But I can save them.” 

Kali’s illusion broke apart completely as the car sputtered the life. El stepped backward with a shake of her head. “I’m sorry.” 

“This was always going to happen, Kali,” Luke said. “We all end up back there, one way or another.” Kali didn’t look like she agreed, but her face became a blur of sadness and rage and the van pulled away, prompting the three kids to run in the opposite direction, disappearing from the police through an alley. 

Tears dripped down El’s face as an overwhelming surge of emotions overtook her. They ran until El’s legs felt like jelly and a bus stop came into view. She didn’t know if she’d make it back to Hawkins in time to save her friends and family, but she had to try. 

Their adrenaline wore off as they sat in a row of three at the back of the bus nearly empty bus. They were going back to where it started, and where El hoped it would end, for good. Then maybe they’d all find Kali again; maybe they’d find all of the kids from Hawkins Lab who ran away. 

“You didn’t have to leave your home for me,” El said, breaking the tense silence that had settled between them as the bus began to roll down the city streets. 

Leia shook her head and picked at the zipper of her oversized coat. “That wasn’t home, Kali was. You are. Sunshine is. Home doesn’t have to be a place.” No, it didn’t, El supposed. Hawkins was a terrible place, once home to terrible people, but Sunshine, Mike, Hopper, and the rest of the party were home.

“We want to help,” Luke added. “We couldn’t help Kali. We had different ideas of being free from the Lab. She wants revenge and we want…” Luke trailed off, looking at his sister who only offered him a shrug. “I don’t know what we want, but we don’t want that.” 

Leia yawned and leaned her head against the window. “Can you tell us about them? About your friends in Hawkins?” 

They were her home, and she was going to save them. 

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THE MISSING PART.

featuring: @silencehq @christiebae @azolman & @rxckbellz .

aconteceu muito rápido, até tudo parar. 

evelyn se lembra do desespero que sentiu quando observou a figura de christopher transformada em uma estátua de ouro, e de como utilizou sua impulsividade costumeira para se colocar em perigo antes que azra ou gilbert tivessem a chance de protestar. haviam monstros? ela imaginava que sim pelo som abafado de batalhas ficando cada vez mais distante, enquanto o que restava para ela, após se voluntariar para trazer um amigo de volta, era uma placa dourada com instruções e uma voz em sua cabeça que ordenava por uma troca: seu momento mais feliz deveria desaparecer, caso contrário, o templo manteria seu mais novo troféu: o belo filho de afrodite que agora não passava de um grande pedaço de metal deturpando um trono sagrado. e ela jamais viveria consigo mesma se permitisse alguém com tanta vida preso às garras de uma deusa.

não era mentira o que falou no calor do momento não muito tempo atrás: sua vida era um sacrifício eterno, e ela havia aceitado o destino. se sua parte ali era inevitavelmente perder para ganhar, então que assim fosse feito. 

sua mente vagou até muito longe, vinte anos atrás, numa casa extravagante com vasos e quadros coloridos. uma mulher de imensos olhos castanhos segurava um pequeno bebê enrolado em panos dourados, e ao seu lado estava a imponente figura ranzinza do pai, ao qual costumava dizer que cheirava à uvas e tinha o cabelo tão bagunçado quanto a juba dos leões que viviam em seu quintal. se recordava que ele costumava tentar inibir o sorriso olhando para o outro lado ou sacudindo sua cabeça com muita força, mas ela já havia notado, então era tarde demais.

naquele dia, aos seus pés, estavam malas pequenas estampadas de leopardo, e quando evelyn perguntou, com sua voz infantil, se iam viajar, dionísio a segurou no colo e respondeu: vamos te soltar num terreno maior, leopardinho. 

a mãe, com seu balançar incessante do outro bebê, sustentava um olhar genuíno de ternura, trocando entre observá-la e olhar para o homem. quando se aproximou, roçando seu nariz ao de sua filha mais velha, riu e bagunçou os fios loiros: é onde você vai viver suas melhores aventuras, evie. a maioria de nós não tem a chance de ter uma vida tão emocionante, então tire o máximo de proveito disso. e então, segurando uma última vez a mão de seu amado deus, e o eterno amor de sua vida, tudo que evelyn se lembra de ter visto foi luz, cobrindo seu corpo e o de seu pai, que, pela primeira vez, parecia não estar envergonhado de sorrir. 

essa foi a primeira vez que o viu sorrir tão abertamente, a última vez que viu seus pais juntos e o momento em que mais se sentiu segura. para a mãe o terrível destino de um semideus era a dádiva de uma vida repleta de aventuras, e foi como enfrentou toda a sua infância: pela perspectiva de um animal solto em um terreno maior. completamente imersa e entregue. seu pai, impassível e fechado, em seu coração era um velho risonho que tentava se passar de durão, e sempre tentou lembrar disso em todas as vezes que sentiu que não era gostada ou que não fazia a diferença. e, conforme ia crescendo, também sempre temeu que um dia não se lembraria mais de seus rostos naquele dia, mesmo que me tivesse vivo o sentimento. a expectativa, a ternura e o calor de um lar, mesmo quando estava só. mesmo quando odiava a mãe e seus delírios de grandeza, ou quando se sentia impotente por não poder cobrar qualquer postura paternal de um deus. porque um dia foi real. 

mas agora havia sumido.

e o que restou, ela sentiu imediatamente após voltar para a realidade, é que existia um vazio em seu peito. uma sensação de falta. um ponto escuro lá no fundo da mente. uma peça faltando que tirava o sentido de várias outras figuras em sua vida. e, para sempre, ela jamais saberia o que era, porque jamais havia contado a ninguém qual sua âncora em todos os vinte anos que lutou pelos deuses e para os deuses. 

de qualquer modo, do que se lembrava é de que amava seus amigos, portanto, imediatamente foi até christopher, quando viu seu corpo voltar a se tornar orgânico. com cuidado, apenas para o caso de que hera ou hécate quisessem uma nova vítima. e, quando garantiu que ele estava bem, sabia que precisava ajudar azra e gilbert com os grifos que tinham retornado e… com o touro? não tinha tempo para isso. olhou por um momento para o filho de afrodite. ❛ na minha mochila tem uma manta e uma peça extra de roupa.  ━━━━━ não tinha tempo para explicar. levou a mão até o cantil e virou todo o líquido alcoólico em seu interior de uma só vez, o deixando cair no chão no momento em que sentiu a presença dele se aproximar. o poder e a adrenalina lhe arrancaram um último sorriso, e, enquanto saltava para cima de um dos grifos, seu corpo deixou de ser humano e se transformou totalmente em um leopardo, sobrando pouco do tecido das roupas que estava utilizando há alguns segundos atrás. 

tw: violência.

a mente do leopardo era repleta de instintos, movida pela necessidade de sobrevivência, mas a humanidade nunca deixava que sua consciência sumisse, mesmo que fosse uma consciência absolutamente embriagada. com os movimentos rápidos, mas desajeitados, usou os dentes afiados para mastigar as asas majestosas do grifo, agarrando seu pescoço com as patas largas, e as garras cravadas. o grifo, com sons de dor e grunhidos de raiva, girava pelo templo com o animal agarrado. e evelyn não o soltou mesmo quando estava prestes a ser arremessada contra a parede. 

o rugido, assim que o corpo se chocou contra um dos pilares era um aviso, e saltou mais uma vez, rasgando o pescoço do animal em mais um ataque, enquanto os dentes se cravaram até conseguir atravessar os ossos. sacudindo a cabeça enquanto avançava na mordida, o gosto terrível de icor era tóxico, e precisou recuar em cuspidas desesperadas enquanto o observava agonizar no chão com sua ferida aberta. por fim, avançou novamente com as patas, terminando o serviço quando viu o animal virar pó. 

com os olhos felinos atentos, foi ajudar seus amigos, aguardando as ordens da líder e suas preferências quanto a qual a melhor forma de ajudar para que saíssem em segurança, mas, lá no fundo, não queria voltar. queria ser um leopardo por tempo o suficiente para perder a consciência e não ter que lidar com o mesmo vazio que, mesmo durante toda a batalha, lutou para não sentir. 

mas ela também sabia que todos os seus dias seriam assim a partir de agora.

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THE OUTSIDERS

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summary: the one where daisy returns to camp from college and is blinded by her love for him, even as the world ends

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It was too early in the morning. She was called into a meeting about the quest, all of the eligible campers being offered up for the quest.

"The oracle has said what we predicted. That this quest will proceed towards the underworld where you will confront Hades," Chiron announced.

She looked at him and Mr D as they stood in a circle around the room. Percy seemed nervous about the situation, about choosing.

Daisy remembered standing here two years ago, hands behind her back, a nervous smile on her face as Luke stood in the exact same spot as Percy did now.

"The entrance to his domain is in Los Angeles, this is where you will journey to. Time is short," he explained.

She looked to her side at Luke. His eyes were trained forward, hands behind his back.

She was more calm. She didn't need to go on the quest, she had enough glory. Actually, her life was pretty perfect and she'd rather not go on the quest.

Luke did, she could see it in that determined look in his eyes. He really wanted to help Percy on that quest.

Deep inside, Daisy hoped that it wasn't going to be her or Luke, especially not him.

He had gone through so much over the years and she knew that if there was one more quest than he would get pushed over the end.

"I have picked many candidates to make sure that you succeed on your quest," Chiron said, gesturing to the others.

Percy took one scan of the room, eyes lingering on Luke and Daisy for a second.

He didn't hesitate before looking across the room, "Annabeth. I want Annabeth,"

She seemed shocked by it but also excited about it all. Daisy looked at her, shooting her a smile

Chiron looked down at Percy, "Customarily, one waits to at least hear a name or two before choosing," he whispered, "Are you sure you don't want to hear more?"

"It's going to be hard to get? Yes?" Percy questioned.

"Extraordinarily," the centaur said, looking at the boy confused. He didn't know where he was going with this.

"If the mission required someone to push me down a flight of stairs, you'd want someone who won't hesitate when they go it," he said, eyes trained on Annabeth.

Daisy smiled to herself. She could see the looks shared between Percy and Annabeth, there was something going on between them.

Chiron looked at the couple as well. He could see the same look shared between them as there was between Daisy and Luke when they first met.

Contempt.

"The first quest mate shall be Annabeth chase," Chiron said, trying to hide the smile on her face.

"Now on to the next candidate," Chiron said and before he could even say all of their names, percy spoke again.

"I want Grover," he said. 

Mr D groaned. He was tired of this biy and his choices, "He's not here,"

"Grover will be my next quest mate," he said with a firm voice.

Chiron looked out at the group and then down at the young boy. He was the one that the camp had been waiting for and they weren't going to refuse him.

He accepted the decision and the rest of the campers were let go and Luke and Daisy walked away.

She took a sigh of relief, a heavy burden on her chest being set free.

"You okay?" Luke asked, reaching down and lacing his fingers with hers.

She looked at him, all of her fears washing away. They were going to be safe here at camp together.

She nodded, feeling shy for some reason, "I'm just glad we weren't picked,"

Luke cocked his head to the side. He didn't understand why she wouldn't want to go on another quest.

After their quest was such a disaster, Chiron had banned all other minor quests and Daisy had seen that as a good thing. Luke enjoyed the chance to prove himself.

She could see the confusion on his face and she just shook her head. Daisy stopped in the middle of the path before stepping to the side.

"Our quest, it ruined me Luke. I couldn't sleep, I had constant nightmares. I feared for my life. I don't think I can do that again," she explained.

He could see the fear in her eyes at the ides of going on another quest and anger flared in his stomach.

This was what the Gods did. They destroyed good people for their selfish games and Luke was tired of it. He was tired of good people getting hurt.

Without any hesitation, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him.

"I won't let them hurt you again," he promised, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "You know I'll protect you from anything,"

She looked up at him and she couldn't resist the urge to get onto her tip toes and press a kiss to her lips, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Though I know you don't need protecting," he said, pressing another kiss to her lips.

"Thank you," she muttered and he tilted his head to the side again in confusion like he always did.

She never told Luke the extent of her nightmares, of the amount of trauma that she went though on that quest.

"You saved me Luke. Not only did you save my life, you stopped me from going insane," his eyes softened as he heard how much he had helped her.

He remembered seeing the vacant look in her eyes after the quest as she would sit in the cabin. The way she wouldn't speak to anyone and just lie there, silent..

It reminded him of his mother.

There was that seed of pride again, at the idea that he had saved her life, not that she owed something to him.

"I'll always save you," he promised. And he meant it, "I love you Desdemona Valance,"

He looked at her and all she saw was love in her eyes. She always knew of the fates, knowing that they hovered around but as she looked at him in that moment, not only did she fall more in love with him, but she finally understood.

Fate was always there. Luke was her soulmate no mater what happened. Even if the Gods pulled them apart he would always be hers and she would be his.

"I love you Luke Castellan," she leaned up, pressing another kiss to his lips.

Her hand fell to his neck and she could feel his pulse quicken against her hand. She smirked into the kiss, knowing he was telling the truth.

He loved her with every fibre of his being.

Luke and Daisy knew how difficult quests were and they wanted to contribute something to try and make it a little bit easier for the three teenagers.

"How much money did they give you?" Luke asked as they stood in front of the Poseidon cabin.

Percy looked up at the two of them as they stood in the doorframe. He was so caught in his own thought that he didn't  hear them coming.

He looked down at the bag that he had been given, pulling out a little bag of money.

"200 dollars in cash and a bag of these. They might be Canadian, or from chuck e cheese," he said.

He looked at the golden coins and Daisy stepped forward, coming to stand in front of him.

"They're golden drachma. Dollars for human world, drachmas for mythic world. Don't mix them up," Luke said.

Daisy laughed a little bit, a memory hitting her, "Luke learnt his lesson when a very angry cab driver punched him in the face for giving him the wrong money,"

They looked at each other with a knowing look, a smile on their faces as they remembered the quest.

Whilst it had its issues and it had caused them a lot of pain over the years, that was when she really fell in love with him.

"Noted," Percy said, a half hearted smile on his face

He seems nervous, and rightfully so. She was nervous on her quest and she was older than him then, she didn't know how a twelve year old would undertake the more harrowing quest the camp had seen in years.

"We come baring gifts," Daisy said to try and cheer him up a little bit.

She dug into her satchel and pulled out a few things that she thought he might need, placing them in his open palms.

"So I have an extra ambrosia square because they never give you enough, twenty dollars and some snacks for the way there," she said, placing the bag of snacks next to him.

There were so many things she wished she had when she went on the quest with Luke and that was advice.

There weren't many quests given in camp and at the time, hers and Lukes was the most important for years.

She sat down next to him and he looked over at her, a smile on his face of gratitude for the gifts.

"Lukes present trumps mine," she said, leaning in like they had a secret that Luke didn't know about.

Luke handed him the box and Percy looked down at it. He pulled the lid off to see a pair of red converse.

"I don't think shoes are better than crisps," He said, looking at Daisy, "Sorry Luke,"

The older boy smiled, waiting to see what the boy thought about the shoes.

He sat down on the opposite side of Percy before he pulled out one of the shoes from the box.

He held it in his hand, holding eye contact with Percy, "Maia," he whispers to the shoes.

They sprouted wings and Percy looked at them in awe, excited to have two friends who cared about him so much.

"Those are better than crisps," He said, the biggest smile on his fave.

"Theyre a gift. From my dad," he stated, almost bitterly but Percy didn't pick up on that tone.

He whispered the same word to the shoes again and the wings went inside. He placed the shoe back in the box and Percy closed the lid.

"I thought about choosing one of you before choosing Grover," he stated, almost seeming nervous.

Daisy shrugged it off, she didnt mind not being picked, "Grover is a lot stronger than people think,"

"I was afraid," he admitted before he began to ramble, "I have a chance to rescue my mum and I can't let anything stop me. I'm afraid if it gets in the way of the quest then Annabeth will stop it a-"

Luke cut him off, standing up and pulling Percy up with him.

"It's okay. We get it, we went on a quest once too. Just take care of each other out there," he said.

Luke loved Annabeth like a little sister. He couldn't lose her out there, not like he nearly lost Daisy. Not like he lost Thalia.

Daisy stood up as well, standing in front of Percy. He looked so tiny, so young to go on such a dangerous quest.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She didn't know what she would do if any of these children got hurt because of the Gods.

"Remember what we taught you about sword fighting. Hold fast Percy, you'll make it through this one," she said, pulling him in for a hug.

He held her tight, remembering the last words that his mother said to him. He may not have her anymore, and Daisy was in no way a replacement, but it was nice to have someone to look out for him.

When she pulled back, Percy stepped back as well. Luke placed a hand on the boys shoulder, giving him an encouraging smile.

They were both worried about him and doubted the Gods choice for three preteens to go on such a dangerous quest, but they had to let it happen.

As they walked out of the room, Percy left standing in the cabin alone, he could almost hear his mother's voice.

Hold fast. Brave the storm.

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Bunny Slippers: Chapter Three

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester have returned to visit new allies Julia and Rob Blackburn. Enjoying their company, especially Julia's company. The brothers, now equipped with a greater understanding about their father's mission, they leave with the promise to return in the near future. Upon their return, they are greeted with a horrible reality. Together with Julia they pick up the pieces of the horrible reality.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader [ OC: Julia Blackburn ]

Warnings: mostly fluff with violence and angst, maybe slow burn

Word Count: 5, 008 words

Author's Note: Let me know what y'all think. I hope you enjoy chapter three.

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Anger flaring within him, Dean watched as the demon possessing Rob began to advance menacingly. In an instant, the room became a battleground, the tension snapping like a taut wire.

The demon, using Rob's powerful build to its advantage, launched at the brothers with surprising speed. Dean and Sam, well-versed in combat against supernatural foes, met the attack with a flurry of defensive moves. The fight was a chaotic dance, each brother covering the other, their movements a testament to years of fighting side by side.

Dean threw a punch, aiming for the demon's head, but it ducked and countered with a vicious swipe that Dean narrowly avoided. Sam, seizing the moment, lunged from the side, trying to tackle the demon to the ground. But the demon, with Rob's muscular strength, overpowered him, sending Sam crashing against a bookshelf.

The books that once represented knowledge and refuge now rained down in a chaotic cascade. Dean, seeing his brother momentarily down, redoubled his efforts, his every move fueled by a mix of fear for Julia and a burning need to end this threat.

The demon, now focusing its full attention on Dean, grinned maliciously. It was a twisted, unsettling sight on Rob's familiar face. With a sudden, powerful move, it pinned Dean against the wall, its hands closing around his throat. Dean struggled, gasping for air, his hands grappling at the demon's iron grip.

Sam, recovering from the blow, saw his brother in peril and sprang into action. He grabbed a piece of broken shelf, a makeshift weapon, and struck the demon with all his might. The demon staggered, releasing Dean, who slumped to the ground, coughing and gasping for breath.

The brothers, knowing that time was running out, realized they needed to end this fight quickly. With a silent nod, they coordinated their next move. Dean, despite his weakened state, charged at the demon, distracting it, while Sam, from behind, prepared the killing blow.

In a swift, decisive moment, Sam plunged the makeshift stake into the demon's back. The effect was immediate. The demon let out an unearthly howl, its grip on the physical world weakening. Rob's body convulsed, the blackness in his eyes flickering, then extinguishing, leaving behind the pained, human eyes of Rob Blackburn.

As the life drained from him, Rob collapsed, his body now free from the demonic possession but succumbing to the fatal wound. The brothers stood over him, their expressions a mix of sorrow and regret. This was not the outcome they had hoped for, a reminder of the harsh realities of their world where victory often came with a heavy price.

Dean, still catching his breath, looked around frantically. "Julia," he gasped, the fight reminding him of the immediate danger she might still be in. The brothers, weary but determined, prepared to continue their search for Julia, hoping they were not too late.

The Winchester brothers, hearts racing, began to call out for Julia, their voices echoing through the devastated library. With urgency, they navigated the chaos, moving aside the remnants of fallen furniture and scattered books.

"Julia!" Dean's voice was raw with concern, his eyes scanning every inch of the room for any sign of her.

The brothers navigated the pandemonium, urgently calling for Julia as they moved aside toppled furniture and strewn belongings. Their voices, laced with concern, echoed through the chaos-ridden space. Sam's keen eyes scanned the room, and he spotted the slightly ajar bookshelf door, the hidden entrance to Julia's secret sanctuary.

"Dean, over here!" Sam's voice cut through the cluttered room, his long strides taking him swiftly toward the bookshelf door. His tone was urgent, a mixture of worry and determination. "Her room's behind this door. We need to check now!"

Dean, sensing the urgency in his brother's voice, crossed the room with an almost supernatural speed, driven by the dire need to find Julia. Sam, with a push, opened the door, revealing the entrance to Julia's personal haven.

"Julia, are you here?" Sam called out, his voice softer yet filled with anxiety. Dean, taking the lead, stepped through the threshold into her bedroom.

The sight that met their eyes was a stark contrast to the usual vibrancy of Julia's space. Her room, typically a haven of cozy warmth and colourful aesthetics, now felt eerily lifeless. The normally organized chaos was replaced by a scene of utter disarray. Papers and books with colourful spines, once meticulously arranged on her bookshelves, were now scattered across the floor. Desk and dresser drawers lay open, their contents spilled out in a careless tumble.

Amidst the chaos, a small, poignant detail caught Sam's eye - the pink fluffy bunny slippers still tucked under the foot of her bed, a reminder of the normalcy that had been so violently disrupted.

And then, their worst fears were confirmed. There, at the foot of her wooden bed, lay Julia. Unconscious, her usually vibrant presence reduced to a still, quiet figure amidst the turmoil of her room. The sight sent a wave of dread through the brothers, prompting them to spring into action, their instincts as protectors taking over.

"Julia!" Dean rushed to her side, his voice tinged with panic. He knelt down, carefully checking for any sign of injury and looking for the rise and fall of her chest to ensure she was breathing.

Sam quickly joined him, his mind racing as he took in the scene. "We need to wake her up, see if she knows what happened here," he said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him.

Dean nodded, gently tapping Julia's cheeks in an attempt to rouse her. "Julia, come on, wake up," he urged softly, his tough exterior giving way to a rare display of tenderness. The urgency of the moment hung heavily in the air as they waited, hoping for her eyes to flutter open.

Julia's porcelain skin, usually warmed by a gentle blush, now lay stark and drained of its lively hue. Dean tenderly brushed aside a strand of her hair, his touch gentle yet fraught with concern. As his fingers retreated, a stark contrast of red against his skin caught his eye—a smudge of blood. With her hair now pushed away, a worrisome gash near her hairline was revealed, seeping crimson. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the disarray with a sense of urgency.

Carefully, Dean slid his arms beneath Julia, cradling her with a tenderness that belied his rugged exterior. He navigated the cluttered floor with precision, laying her down on the vibrant tapestry of her comforter, a stark juxtaposition to her current pallor.

Meanwhile, Sam, ever the pragmatic one, began to restore some semblance of order to the chaos around them. He picked up scattered drawers and strewn papers, hoping a tidier environment might ease Julia's distress upon awakening.

Dean, driven by a mix of fear and determination, crossed through the doorway into the hallway, making his way to the ensuite bathroom. His movements were brisk, almost frantic, as he snatched up a washcloth and held it under the running water, soaking it thoroughly.

Returning to Julia's side, Dean perched on the edge of the bed, his presence a solid reassurance in the tumultuous silence. He gently caressed Julia's arm, a silent plea for her to sense his presence. His voice, when he spoke, was a blend of a whispered incantation and a fervent prayer, imbued with the unmistakable timbre of Dean Winchester's resolve.

"Julia, c'mon, you gotta open those eyes for me," he urged, his voice a soft rumble, laden with unspoken emotions. With the damp cloth in hand, he tenderly dabbed at her forehead and along her hairline, clearing away the vestiges of the ordeal with each gentle stroke. He watched over her, his attention unwavering, even as a faint bruise began to emerge like a storm cloud on her temple.

The world around Dean seemed to fade into the background, his focus solely on the subtle shifts in Julia's countenance. The flutter of her eyelids, the slight furrow of her brows, each minute change was a beacon of hope in the dimly lit room.

"Dean?" Her voice, barely above a whisper, cracked through the heavy silence, fragile yet laden with a trust so profound it anchored him to the spot.

"Yeah, it's me, sweetheart. Just take it easy, okay? I'm right here," Dean responded, his voice a soothing balm, each word laced with the promise of unwavering support and protection.

Confusion clouded Julia's gaze as her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the stormy aftermath of her ordeal. A tentative hand reached up, grazing the tender bruise blossoming on her face. The contact elicited a sharp flinch, a silent testament to the pain lurking beneath the surface.

Dean's instincts kicked in, his hands gently but firmly guiding hers away from the burgeoning ache. "Hey, easy there," he coaxed with a blend of concern and a hint of his characteristic gruff warmth. "Just lie back down, alright? You're safe now." Julia's response was a slight nod, her movements cautious as she resettled onto the pillow, her fingers lingering in the comforting grasp of Dean's hand, seeking solace in its warmth and strength.

Sam, ever the inquisitive one, loomed behind Dean, his presence marked by a quiet intensity. "Can you walk us through what went down?" he inquired, his voice carrying the weight of his investigative nature, tempered with a brotherly concern.

Dean's head whipped around, a silent glare aimed at Sam, a non-verbal reprimand for diving into questions too soon. But the urgency of the moment pressed on.

Julia's voice, fragile and hushed, broke the tense silence. "It's all a bit hazy," she admitted, her brow creasing in concentration. "Dad was called out on a case a couple of days back. Left in a rush and wasn't due back for a while."

As she recounted the events, Dean's fingers moved subconsciously, tracing comforting patterns on the back of her hand, a silent pledge of protection.

"He burst in this morning, all frantic, claiming he'd forgotten his keys." Her words painted a vivid picture, each detail bringing a flicker of life back to her cheeks, under Dean's watchful gaze.

The room felt warmer, the connection between them palpable as Dean adjusted the blanket over her, a protective gesture that spoke volumes.

Julia's narrative continued, her voice gaining a tad more strength. "He was... off, rummaging through the house like he was searching for something elusive."

Her gaze drifted towards the window, lost in thought, then snapped back with renewed focus. "I had just gotten off the phone with Sam. Told Dad you guys were on your way and... his demeanor changed. Next thing I know, he's in the library with me, hands... hands around my throat." The memory seemed to physically constrict her, her breath hitching at the recollection.

Dean's grip on her leg tightened reflexively, a surge of protectiveness coursing through him as she detailed the harrowing encounter.

"I managed to break free, and I ran here, to my room. But as I was about to secure my door, darkness enveloped me." Her voice tapered off, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air.

Dean and Sam exchanged a glance, a silent communication filled with resolve and unspoken vows. They were here for Julia, ready to confront whatever shadows lurked behind the events she had barely survived.

As the fragments of her ordeal fell into place, a sudden concern flickered across Julia's features. "Hang on... Where's my dad now? Is he alright?" she blurted out, her body jolting upright in a mix of fear and concern, only to be met with a sharp sting from her injuries.

"Whoa, take it easy there, sweetheart," Dean interjected with a soothing tone, his hand gently pressing her back down. "You've been through a hell of a ringer. Let's not push it, okay?" His voice was laced with empathy, his touch reassuring, as he tried to ease her back into a semblance of comfort.

"We found your dad upstairs... It was quick, Julia. He didn't suffer. But—” He paused, the words catching in his throat, “—it was a demon.” The worry in Julia's eyes escalated as Dean delicately unfolded the events that had transpired, his narrative careful not to overwhelm her. Yet, the gravity of the situation breached her defences, tears breaking free despite her best efforts to contain them. 

Dean's response was instinctual, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. "Hey, hey, it's okay to let it out, Julia. You're safe here, I promise," he murmured, his voice a steady presence amidst the storm of her emotions. His hand moved in gentle, reassuring strokes across her back, a silent vow of security and care. Gradually, under his watchful care, Julia's sobs subsided, her exhausted spirit succumbing to sleep in the safety of his hold.

As the twilight deepened into night. Once he was sure Julia was resting, Dean rose from the bed, the lines of sorrow and fatigue etched into his face. He found Sam amidst the wreckage of the library, his younger brother surrounded by a sea of papers and opened books. "What was he even looking for?" Dean asked, his voice a blend of frustration and fatigue.

"The papers about Yellow Eyes," Sam replied without looking up, his attention on a particular set of notes. He gestured to the chaos around him. "Most of what's been pulled out is about demons."

Dean processed this, the pieces of a grim puzzle coming together in his mind. "But I don't think he found what he was after because only Julia knew where she kept the important stuff. The demon knew she was onto something about Azazel, but couldn't find it," Sam deduced, piecing together the demon's failed search.

The revelation hung heavy between them, the threat of Azazel a dark cloud over the already grim situation. It was a reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, always waiting, always watching.

The room was now quietly illuminated by the soft glow of desk lamps, where Sam had methodically organized the books and papers, restoring a sense of order to the space. The physical traces of the struggle and of Rob's presence had been cleared away, leaving only the heavy air of recent events lingering.

As they sat amidst the calm aftermath, Sam broke the silence with a touch of practicality, "Once we've got everything in order here, we should probably hit the road again."

Dean felt a pang of guilt at the thought of leaving Julia so soon after everything that had unfolded. It was then that Julia emerged through the secret door, her movements still slow with the remnants of sleep. She rubbed her eyes, looking around the room with tentative glances.

Dean rose to his feet, his concern evident. "Hey, you holding up okay?" he asked gently, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room.

Julia paused, her gaze sweeping over the tidied room, taking in the changes. "Don't worry, we cleaned up a bit after... earlier," Sam chimed in, offering her a sympathetic look before his eyes flicked back to Dean, silently communicating a brotherly concern.

With a self-hug, Julia tightened her cardigan around herself, a self-soothing gesture amidst the turmoil. "Have you guys had anything to eat?" she asked, her voice gaining strength despite the teary glint in her eyes. "I know you were supposed to come over for dinner, but..." Her voice trailed off, a soft swallow betraying her attempt to hold back tears. "We can still order something in," she offered with a faint smile, the embodiment of resilience.

Dean's response was immediate and tender, reflective of the care he felt. "Hey, that's really thoughtful of you, Julia," he said, stepping closer. "But you don't need to worry about us. You've been through a lot today. We can sort out food. You just focus on... whatever you need, okay?" His voice was warm, the invitation to take care of herself genuine and insistent.

He glanced back at Sam, nodding slightly, a silent agreement between them that they would handle everything, that Julia's well-being was now their priority. The offer of food was secondary to the unspoken vow they'd made—to protect those who had become part of their extended family, especially in their darkest hours.

Brushing away the tears that clung stubbornly to her lashes, Julia inhaled deeply, a futile attempt to steady the storm within. "I'm starving, so how do you feel about pizza?" she asked, her voice steadier than before, but still fragile.

Dean's eyes followed her every move, a mix of admiration for her resilience and concern for her well-being evident in his gaze. "Pizza's perfect," he replied with a gentle nod. "Best plan I've heard all day."

Julia managed a small smile and descended the stairs to place the order. Moments later, she re-emerged into the kitchen, replacing the phone in its cradle. "Pizza will be here in 30 minutes," she announced, trying to muster a sense of normalcy.

Sam walked into the kitchen, his demeanor reflective of the shared ordeal yet tinged with an attempt to move forward. "Yeah, some food before hitting the road again sounds great," he affirmed, a softness to his words that wasn't often heard.

Gathered around the kitchen table, each with a beer in hand, they clung to the ordinary act of sharing a meal as a life raft amidst the wreckage of the day. The doorbell's chime heralded the arrival of the pizza, and they gathered around to eat, the conversation meandering through lighter topics, punctuated by the occasional chuckle—a much-needed reprieve.

When the meal wound down and it was time to say goodbye, Dean hesitated at the door, his blue eyes searching Julia's face. "You sure you're gonna be okay?" he asked, his voice low and laced with unspoken promises of protection.

"I will be," Julia replied, her voice a whisper of strength. Dean turned fully to face her, his features etched with concern. "I'm sorry we didn't have any other choice," he said, the words heavy with the weight of their actions.

Julia met his gaze, her own eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I know," she whispered back. "It wasn't Dad anymore. You did what you had to do. If it weren't for you and Sam... I wouldn't be here." She reached out, her hand resting lightly on Dean's forearm, a tangible thank you in her touch. "It still hurts, but I'll be okay, Dean," she assured him with a sad smile.

Sam stepped up, his hand coming to rest on Julia's shoulder, a silent echo of his brother's protective stance. "If you need anything, anything at all, you call us, okay?" he said, his voice earnest, his eyes sincere.

Julia's smile flickered back to life, a spark of her usual spirit shining through. "Don't think I won't take you up on that," she said with a cheeky edge that made the brothers' lips twitch into smiles.

With a final pat on her shoulder, they exchanged goodbyes, the air between them filled with unspoken words and shared experiences that had forever intertwined their lives.

The brothers made their way back to the Impala, the weight of the day settling around them like a cloak. They climbed into the car, the familiar leather and scent of the Impala enveloping them—a sanctuary on wheels, ready to carry them forward to whatever awaited them next on the long, winding road of a hunter's life.

Dean’s fingers tapped an anxious rhythm on the steering wheel, betraying the turmoil beneath his stoic exterior as the Impala's headlights cut through the night, pulling further away from the Blackburn residence. His jaw was set, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.

"This isn't right," he muttered under his breath, his voice edged with a blend of frustration and concern.

Sam, who had been staring out the passenger window, turned towards his brother, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?" he inquired.

"We can't just leave her alone, Sam, not after everything that's happened tonight," Dean said, a hint of exasperation in his voice, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Dean, she's fine," Sam tried to reassure him, his voice steady. "She's tough, and we can't—"

But Dean was already making a U-turn, cutting Sam off mid-sentence. "Dean!" Sam exclaimed, but Dean was resolute.

"Sammy, I don't care. We're going back to get her," Dean declared, a definitive tone in his voice that brooked no argument. He accelerated back towards the house, parking with a screech in front of the Blackburn residence, leaving the engine running as he bolted up the stairs. The familiar black door creaked open, revealing Julia, her face a mask of confusion and remnants of tears.

"Dean?" she asked in a small voice, her hand quickly wiping away the fresh tears that had stained her cheeks.

Dean took in her appearance, his heart aching at the sight. "Julia," he started, his voice a mix of concern and assertiveness, "why don't you tag along with us for a bit? Hit the road, go on a few hunts. It'll do you good."

Julia, taken aback by his sudden invitation, wrapped her cardigan tighter around herself. "What?" she asked, her voice laced with shock.

Dean's eyes softened as he noticed the redness of her nose and cheeks, the shine in her green eyes. "Look, with everything that's happened, with losing your dad and all... You need people around. And hey, you're an incredible researcher. You'd be a huge help to us. So, what do you say?"

By now, Sam had exited the car and stood at the bottom of the porch stairs, adding his support. "He's right, Julia," Sam chimed in, his tone gentle yet persuasive. "We really want you with us. You won't be alone."

Julia sniffled quietly, looking down at her shoes, her untamed curls falling over her face like a curtain.

"Julia," Dean said softly, taking another step closer, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached out slightly, as if to bridge the gap between them.

"It's okay, you guys don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine–" Julia started, but Dean gently cut her off.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Remember our deal? Next time, you get to ride in Baby," he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice. "Think about it - the magic of the open road, the wind in your hair. And hey, if not for yourself, do it for me, okay? I really want you to come."

Julia felt the warmth radiating from Dean, his presence so close and comforting. Her heartbeat quickened, and she bashfully looked away, her cheeks burning red.

Taking a deep breath and meeting Dean's earnest gaze again, she smiled slightly, pushing her glasses up. "Okay," she said softly, a small chuckle escaping her lips. "You've twisted my arm, Dean Winchester."

Dean's face lit up with a crooked smile, the relief and happiness evident in his expression. "Excellent! Go pack your stuff, close up shop. I'll be right here waiting for you," he said, leaning casually against the doorway, his demeanour exuding a mix of charm and anticipation.

Julia, energized by the new adventure ahead, whisked through the house. She dashed from room to room before ascending the stairs two at a time to her bedroom. In a flurry, she gathered her essentials, stuffing them into a large duffle bag. After a quick change into more practical attire, Julia laced up her worn brown Doc-Martens and stood before the mirror. Her auburn curls were swept into a high ponytail, magnifying her vivid green eyes behind her glasses. She donned a fitted black Led Zeppelin band t-shirt, tucked neatly into faded black skinny jeans, held up by a sturdy brown leather belt with a prominent silver buckle. Her streamlined jeans hugged her legs, and she topped the outfit with a weathered brown leather jacket. This wasn't Julia's usual style, but it felt right for the unpredictable life on the road.

Content with her practical ensemble, Julia descended the stairs, duffel in hand. Dean, still the epitome of patience and cool, was posted at the doorway. The half-hour wait hadn't dulled his alertness; his eyes roamed appreciatively over her chosen outfit, from the sturdy boots to the high ponytail.

"Got those bunny slippers packed?" Dean's voice held the hint of a tease, observing the blush that blossomed on Julia's cheeks.

"Yes, I couldn't bear to leave them behind," she admitted, the words warm and familiar between them.

As Julia secured the front door, Dean's voice rolled out smooth and reassuring. "Let's roll out, sweetheart. Sam's all by his lonesome in the car."

Julia chuckled, shaking her head slightly as her wild curls danced around her face. "Ready as I'll ever be," she responded, matching Dean's stride towards the Impala.

With practiced ease, Dean stowed Julia's duffel, while Sam made room in the backseat. Julia settled into the front, the leather seats embracing her as Dean slipped into the driver's seat.

Dean leaned over, rummaging through the glove box to present his prized collection of music cassettes. "Told you you're DJ for the day," he said, his smile laced with a flirtatious edge.

Julia's eyes lit up as she rifled through the tapes. "Oh my god, Dean, your taste in music is legendary!" she exclaimed, laughter in her voice.

From the back, Sam's groan cut through their banter. "Just remember, I'm in the car too," he grumbled playfully.

Ignoring Sam's mock protest, Dean's grin broadened. "Trust me, Sammy, she's got the magic touch. Right, Jules?"

With a nod, Julia selected the iconic untitled album by Led Zeppelin, sliding the cassette into the radio. As the Impala roared to life and Dean maneuvered her onto the road, Julia cranked up the volume. The car was immediately filled with the soaring riffs and thunderous drums of the classic rock anthem, the open road ahead of them, the music a harbinger of adventures to come.

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As the Impala's engine hummed to a halt in the motel's parking lot, Dean's voice broke the silence, careful not to disturb the sleeping Julia. "Looks like this is our stop for the night," he whispered, glancing at Sam who was stirring in the backseat.

Sam, waking up to their new surroundings, sat up and stretched. "I'll go grab us some rooms," he said, sliding out of the car with a yawn. The cool night air seemed to invigorate him as he headed towards the motel's office.

Dean, meanwhile, stayed in the driver's seat, his gaze affectionately lingering on Julia. She was still asleep, her head resting against the car door, glasses askew. Carefully, he reached over, gently tucking a stray curl behind her ear.

Sam returned shortly, jingling a set of keys. "Got the last two rooms," he announced in a hushed tone, mindful of the quiet night. "I'll get our stuff; you wake Julia."

He busied himself with the bags while Dean quietly stepped out of the car and made his way to the passenger side. Opening the door slowly, he was ready to catch Julia in case she stirred. Leaning down, he gently touched her arm. "Jules, time to wake up, sweetheart," he said softly, his voice soothing in the quiet night air.

Julia's eyes fluttered open, looking around in confusion. Dean's presence immediately grounding her. "Mind your head," Dean murmured kindly, sliding his hands under her legs and behind her back, lifting her effortlessly out of the Impala. He carried her into one of the motel rooms, his steps careful and measured.

Once inside, Dean gently laid her down on the bed, ensuring she was comfortable. Julia, now more awake, looked up at him with gratitude.

"Thanks, Dean," she said softly, her voice tinged with sleepiness but also a hint of warmth for his thoughtful gesture. Dean gave a small, reassuring smile in response, his actions speaking louder than words in the quiet comfort of the motel room.

Sam entered the room, Julia's duffel bag in hand, and carefully placed it on the unoccupied bed. He glanced around, ensuring everything was in order before addressing Julia with a gentle, protective tone.

"Hey, we're just next door, alright? If you need anything, don't hesitate to knock," Sam said, his voice carrying a brotherly concern. He shifted his gaze to Dean, his eyes subtly conveying a reminder – to give Julia the space she might need. It was a look that spoke volumes, one that Dean understood well.

Dean caught Sam's look and nodded slightly, acknowledging the unspoken message. He turned to Julia, his demeanor shifting to one that balanced care with respect for her independence.

"Yeah, Jules, Sam's right. We're just a stone's throw away. You got your bag here," Dean gestured towards the duffel on the bed, his voice softer than usual, yet still carrying that characteristic Dean Winchester confidence. "Get some rest, okay? We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

His words were simple, yet they held a depth of understanding and concern for Julia's well-being, a testament to the bond they had begun to forge.

Julia gave them a nod, her expression a mix of gratitude and fatigue. As Sam and Dean headed towards the door, she called out in a more spirited tone, "Hey, guys!"

The brothers paused, turning back to face her. Julia's smile was small but genuine, a hint of warmth in her eyes. "Thanks again... for everything," she said, her voice soft but filled with sincere appreciation.

Dean, leaning slightly against the door frame, gave her a reassuring smile. "Hey, no sweat, Jules," he replied, his tone casual yet sincere. "That's what we’re here for. You get some good rest now, alright?  We'll be right next door, okay? Anything you need, just holler."

With those reassuring words, Dean gave her a final nod, a silent promise of safety and camaraderie. He then followed Sam out the door, softly closing it behind them, leaving Julia to the quiet solitude of her room.

To be continued...

Chapter Four

[eatsbop]

These feelings are frustrating enough to deal with but it's seriously inane that Dayun's first impression of him is what it was.

Like serious. This is how an ambush works. Even in a skirmish the first contact could dictate the outcome.

But all is not lost.

Right??

Seriously the survival rate of this love story is about maybe -5%. If we're not being cynical. When you consider that Dayun could very easily compare other guys to her brother as a standard. Maybe he ought to just, oh he doesn't know, shoot his foot seems like a good plan.

"Cheer up! We're all rooting for you."

He had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. Sure, he knows his brother is just trying to reassure him but how does rooting for him help his qualifications.

"So far we've identified two units as potential threat. Koh Seokju of SW Team and student Lee Jaehyung." 005 states breezily.

"And the fact that maybe Yu Dayun hates crybabies." 004 mutters.

Maybe he ought to shoot 004's foot before he shoots his.

"Why do you guys sound so gloomy? It's like we already lost the battle when we haven't even started." 008 is built like a boulder but surely he's soft cottoncandy.

"Years of experience and I can easily identify a suicide mission when I'm delegated to one."

"Which says a lot about us since we're still here."

032 looks up at 002. What's he up to now?

002 shrugs. "If there's one thing I learned from 001 (actually he learned a lot from 001), it is that you don't have to go to battle alone."

How touching. Is this dude drunk?

"001 has become good friends with Koh Seokju and Lee Jaehyung, sure. But could you say he's trusted his life in their hands as he had trusted his in ours and us to his? What more could you possibly ask for when 001 is standing behind you to back you up."

Honestly.. 002 is 002 for a reason.

"Goodluck trying to convince him that you're worth backing up though."

It's amazing that in mere seconds after facing 002, a person who's convinced that they're in a dire situation could instantly recognize that everything is much much worse in fact the grass they're sitting on is completely utterly clusterfucked and there is no other side.

[red-n-ded]

The World According to Kris (reverse!au) 1/4

K-008, Kritical or Kris to family and friends, suffers from Black Rust Disease, which is an infection that makes him rot from the inside.

Kris knows how much his family sacrificed for him and just wants to stop being a burden for once. He’s given that chance when he and his brother team up with humans to get their ticket back home. Maybe now, he can finally be the hero he always wanted.

Or

Reverse Roles AU and basically Kris takes Bee’s place in RotB, killed by Scourge trying to steal the transwarp key before being revived, followed by flashbacks on Noah’s and Kris’ life before the crash that sent hundreds of Cybertronians to Earth.

Ao3 Sneak Peek

Next

Kris has heard of the earthly saying, “your life flashing before your eyes.”

Oddly enough, when he felt his spark go out, the last thing he remembered wasn’t his life but the last conversation he had with his brother.

Kris remembers standing on a hill. The darkness of the night sky blocked the vision of any passing humans seeing metal aliens in the distance. The only thing illuminating is the shine of the stars against their plating.

Their human allies stand in a circle not too far from them. The blond teen Bumblebee stands next to his leader Optimus with the pink-haired motorcyclist Arcee standing on his other side. Mirage isn’t with them, busy grabbing the holotech promised to get Kris into the museum.

Kris is next to his brother and he spots the antennas on Noah’s helmet to flicker every few seconds. Clearly, the forest green Challenger wasn’t so fond of these squishy beings in the middle of their own mission to go home.

That doesn’t make sense. Humans are great! They made movies, video games𑁋although the one with the red plumber and the weird fire-breathing reptile is frustrating to finish𑁋and consume such colorful resources! The orange bot can’t help but envy the fact that he doesn’t have taste buds just thinking about it.

“What’s up with your face plate?”

Noah’s voice snaps Kris out of his thoughts, realizing the jealous scowl on his intake and immediately dropping his derma to a nervous smile.

“It’s nothing. Just thinking about how cool it would be to take a bite of those Earth cheeseburgers.” Kris assures his brother while trying to guess what a burger would taste like, “Do you think it’s like the Francium frankfurters back home or-”

“You know we can’t stay, right?”

Kris stops talking, looking up at the tall transformer. Noah’s voice was stern yet his expression looked delicate. It seemed he was afraid to offend the smaller bot while maintaining his usual serious older-brother persona.

The words regarding Earthly foods vanish from his glossa and the orange Viper just groans. “I know.”

A soft breeze leaves Noah’s cooling fans like an understanding but tired sigh, “You can’t get too attached to this planet. It will hurt even more when we have to leave.”

Kris grinds his denta. He knows that his older brother is just trying to protect him and he admires that. Everything that Noah has ever done was to protect him and his happiness, even at the sacrifice of his own. The memories of the bitter looks from everyone as Noah walked past them hurts just thinking about it and knowing those looks are because of him.

This involuntary visit to Earth would end eventually but that doesn’t soften the upcoming pain of having to leave this ruined yet beautiful planet.

Seven months ago when they crashed, the two brothers were separated. Noah was apparently all the way in Puerto Rico while the orange bot crashed near the border of New York all alone.

After a few Earth weeks, Kris had the bravery to venture into the city. With a teen holoform and a burnt orange pick-up truck alt, he drove into every part of New York. He ventured into Queens, Manhattan, and a bright red area they named Chinatown. He also visited Times Square where he copied the look of a beautiful Dodge Viper on display and had a newfound rage against human parking and traffic.

They were all flashy and beautiful but his favorite place was Brooklyn, mainly the small neighborhoods with kids that played on the streets, soft chatter from the sidewalks and the familiar feeling within the area.

Obviously, the place wasn’t completely safe—often startled and woken up by the sirens of the Decepticon police force almost every night—but something about this planet felt alive.

“You don’t understand.” Kris grumbles, trying to push down the frustration in his vocalizer, “Everything they make is so colorful! They don’t need movies, games or music to fight their bad leader. They just have it because they do!”

Kris looks away from his brother and onto the gathered humans with determination in their eyes as Mirage arrives. His silver Porsche pulls up and the driver begins to walk towards his team but first waving hello at the robots with the illusion disk at hand. Only Kris waves back in a similar manner.

“Their world is so messed up yet the Racers still have hope.” Kris crosses his arms and grins unapologetically, “So, sorry if I get attached. Human are just so fun!”

Noah’s brow plates furrow in confusion but now, his eyes gleam with a certain curiosity, “And how does fun help them survive?”

Surely in a world where humans are ruled under an iron fist, Mirage’s smile shouldn’t be as bright and wide at the sight of new friends and the hope in the Freedom Racers shouldn’t be so infectious.

“It doesn’t help them survive, it helps them live.”

Kris won’t ever know if Noah understood what he said or changed his mind about humans. He wouldn’t blame him after this.

A human controlling a Cybertronian’s corpse killed his little brother, who was trying to save humans.

The Viper isn't worried if Noah cares about humans. He worries how Noah will change.

Kris knew he died. He’s not stupid but not ready to leave his brother alone. Noah has always been protecting him and vice versa as much Kris tries.

With the younger one gone, who will protect his Sonic now.