#HE PICKED HIM UP AND THREW HIM OFF A FUCKING CLIFF

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Showed him my pokemon

[thestarlitmidnight]

✨ Rewrite the Stars ✨

Summary: Being mated to Feyre doesn’t stop Rhysand to seek comfort from his former lover Y/N. One more night, that became their mantra.

Fandom: ACOTAr

Pairing: Rhysand X Y/N

Warnings: Mention of explicit content, be aware of that and consider being 15+ before reading this.

Word Count: 2 810

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Master List

Chapter Two

"You are an insufferable idiot, Rhysand!" I raised my hand and threw a pillow at him, my voice fierce with anger.

"Angel, calm down, will you?" He raised his hands up, letting the pillow hit his tummy without any attempts to move aside.

"Take that angel and shove it up your arrogant ass!" I picked another pillow from his sofa in the River House, throwing it at him.

"I know about better activities involving those bodily parts," he dared to send me a seductive smile, sounding so damn sure of himself.

"I would rather throw myself off the nearest cliff with my wings tied before getting involved with you ever again!" I seethed and walked over to the sofa to a chair, where I picked another way too decorated pillow and threw it once again, aiming for his cock this time.

"Now, Y/n, let's not get ahead of ourselves," the seductive smirk fell from his face and was replaced with a more serious look.

"You said you had my back! So where were you?!" I picked up a vase that was holding some pastel pink flowers with a weirdly sweet smell and pointed with the vase at Rhysand, my eyes holding murder in them.

"I was tending to my duties, angel," he eyed the vase in my hand like it was his future executor. "Put that vase down, darling, those flowers were grown from seed by Elain, it would break her heart seeing them on the floor."

I bared my teeth at his damn aloofness and growled.

"I don't give a single fuck about what would break Elain's heart," with that, I grabbed the flowers out of that vase and threw them on the near table. "And frankly, you should not as well, not now, I am serious you piece of arrogant male, what the hell was more important than backing me up at the mission!"

He eyed me with caution in his eyes now, yet his eyebrows were raised with mocking amusement. This idiot always knew how to get under my skin.

"You speak of it as if I let you on the battlefield, Angel, it was mere two more hours spent in the presence of Helion," he tried to ease my irritation, but he was doing a terrible job at it.

"Exactly! One more hour with Helion might as well be two on the battlefield, and I would always choose the battle over that little friend of yours! If Azriel wouldn't come check on me, he would have me now in his bedsheets, making me scream his mane," I growled, throwing the vase with full force at him.

It never hit the target. His hand, swift as ever, quickly grabbed the vase a few inches away from his face. Those violet eyes were now glued on me, a predatory look set in them.

"Helion wouldn't dare lay a finger on you," he growled, the irritation in his voice clear now.

Caudlron forbid that another male will touch me. He can go around and fuck his precious little mate, and then situations like this come, and he can erupt with the stored wrath at the mere mention of such a thing.

"And why is that?" My voice was sweet, way too sweet, to the point it was laced with mighty venom. "I am no longer out of the market, as you made very clear when you introduced Feyre to them as your High Lady."

The moment he introduced her as his mate, the eyes of the other High Lords landed on me, the desire and challenge all over their eyes.

"Y/n, a very thin ice," he spoke with such a calm voice that a shiver ran down my spine. Icy fury and possessiveness were all over him. Clear and visible.

"Fuck you, Rhys, I had enough," I bared my teeth at him once again, my hand twitching to reach for my throwing dagger.

"Angel, you know just as I do that Helion or anyone else wouldn't dare to even come too close to you. Stop being dramatic and come here," he placed the damn vase back on the table and spoke with such confidence that I ached to slap that look out of his ridiculously handsome face.

"You were with her, weren't you? That's why you forget," I raised my hand, stopping him from coming too close to me.

If he were too close, I would lose my ground and give into those flirty eyes of his and let my feelings sway me back into the safety of his arms.

"She needed help with explaining the customs of Illyria, and time slipped from my mind. Y/n, angel, I am sorry," he placed his hand over mine, which was on his chest, keeping him at arm’s length.

His fingers brushed across my hand with a gentle caress, his voice a brush of midnight comfort, and those damn eyes, full of those cursed emotions, any of us should no longer feel.

"Can't you just send me on a few-year-long diplomatic mission on the Continent? It strengthens the relationship between Prythian and them?" I breathed out, feeling all the fight leaving my body, leaving just a pure heartache.

What else the fuck did I expect? Of course, he would prioritise his time with his mate over me. Lately, I had stopped being anyone's first choice.

"This is not fair. Not to Feyre, not to me, and not to you. We are just prolonging the suffering, don't you see? I am spending Rhys. I can't go on like this anymore. For a fucking three centuries, I was your only, and now, I was rendered into your fucking side piece! Do you understand how fucking unfair that is?!" I hit his chest, then again and again, angry, hurting, and desperate. "Just send me away and let me go. I am too weak to do it on my own accord, Rhys."

"No," he bit out, but there was raw pain all over his beautiful face. Like he was battling his own demons, his own needs, trying to do the best decision with the best possible outcome. Like he always did. "I am not sending you anywhere, Y/n, you belong here with me."

"Do you even listen to yourself?" I hit him once more, but he grabbed my arms and held them still. "You belong to your mate, you made that fucking decision, not me! She belongs here with you. It's no longer me! We were a pair, we were so damn in love, me being idiot waited for you faithfully for those damn fifty years Rhys! I was there! Always. Yet you fucking accepted that bond! You threw us behind like it never happened and then came to me and wrapped me in this lying, broken blanket of who we used to be! We keep fucking, but why loving you feels like I need to give up my soul?! It's so fucking dysfunctional! Pleasure paid for with guilt and pain!"

It just poured. It always did when he made me this angry.

He let me speak. Let me slap him with my cruel words without protecting himself. Rhys knew how much it was eating me alive. How it was destroying me. Because he had it the same. This was destroying both of us...

"I fucking love you, you Y/n, not her, my heart was, is and always will be yours, hoping to rewrite the stars for us. My soul is the culprit, forcefully tied to someone I did not wished to be tied to. You are the only one I can imagine living my life with. It was always you, angel. Please, do not leave me, you are the last precious thing that I have left," he grabbed my face into his hands, brushing my cheeks with his fingers, pushing the stubborn tears away.

"Then choose me, if you love me Rhys, choose me," I sobbed, throwing my arms around his neck, sounding way too desperate to my own liking.

"Amren-" Rhys opened his mouth, but a sound echoed from the hallway leading into the living room where we were.

"Wait here," he quickly pressed a tender kiss onto my forehead and went to check what the sound was.

How low we fell? Scared of a little sound... Like we were doing something wrong. And being honest, we maybe were, but Cauldron, it felt so right at some moments.

"Oh? I did not knew you had a cat?" I raised an eyebrow, watching the creature with forcefully hidden appal. "The ugliest cat I have ever seen, might I add."

It was true. This can was something uncalled for. Way too large eyes that threatened to fall out of its sockets, each looking at different side. Legs each different length and it was way too long tail. The fur was the real deal though. Patches of different colours, length and structure.

"We do not have a cat. I don't know how this... strange thing... ended here," Rhys sounded just as surprised and stunned as I was.

"Are you sure it is a cat? Can't it be something that came stray from up the mountains? Weak cup of the hoard?" I came closer, suddenly completely forgetting about the argument we had, in favour to entertain the curiosity of inspecting this strange creature.

We had millions of those arguments, this was the first time I ever seen anything like this.

"I have no clue what this is supposed to be," he raised his violet to look at me and gave me a cheeky smile. "But it still looks better than you in the morning after a night full of creaming my name."

I cannot help but burst into laughter at that stupidly hilarious comment.

"This cat looks indeed better than you when you have a bad hair day," I nodded, shaking my head at the absurdity and looked closer at the cat.

"Hello there, little one, are you hungry?" I cooed at it, daring to touch the creature between its ears and scratched it.

To my surprise, it purred, just like a proper cat.

"I have a very expensive fish at my home, this manner lacking donkey fancied himself to have it for a dinner when he would come today, but I will gladly serve his portion to you," I kept cooing at the cat, ignoring the hurt snort from Rhys at my very purposeful teasing at his expense.

"You want to take this... resemblance of a cat... with you back home?" Rhys said with disbelief, looking between the cat he still held and me.

"Yes? Fangie looked rough as well when she happened to come across me," I reported to him, snatching the cat out of his hands. "I will feed this poor creature, bath it and do my research to find out, if it is indeed a cat or something that came down from the mountain."

"Do not mention that bat living in your closet please," Rhys started to laugh, a mirthful, joyful sound as he now studied me with the poor thing in my arms. "It's enough I need to greet her every damn time, I open the closet to take fresh clothes out and pray she will not claw out my eyes."

"Fangie did that only one time and you pissed her and you know it! She is nice bat with proper manners, thank you very much, can't blame a lady for defending herself when she is accused of getting fat," I gave Rhys a pointed look and rocked the reincarnation of misplacement in my arms.

"I merely said, that you are feeding her too much to the point, she can't see her little legs over that fluffy belly," he folded his hands over his broad chest.

He looked like a sulking child instead of a High Lord. I simply rolled my eyes at him and walked closer to him.

"I will go feed it, you tend to your duties and come over, if you will be lucky, this one will leave you some fish for dinner," I leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his lips.

Rhys grabbed my face and deepened the kiss, stealing air from my lungs.

"Wear that lingerie, angel, for me?" He made a sad eyes at me, knowing damn well what works at me.

I forcefully pulled myself away from the comfort of his arms and winked at him, without confirming or denying anything.

He will see, his patience deserves to have some practice as well. Cauldron knows that he gets everything he wants way too easily.

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I was in the shower, when a warm body pressed against my back and my wings and strong, familiar hands wrapped  around my body.

"There is no time for this, seriously Rhys, are you still horny?" I giggled when I felt his hardened length at my thigh.

"I am always horny, when you are around, you are well aware of that fact, Y/n," he practically purred and started to shower my neck with torturous kisses, while his hands started to explore.

“The dinner is supposed to be in half an hour,” I reminded him, but let my head fall backwards, resting it against his shoulder.

“Plenty of time to hear you cry my name, angel,” he assured me and I did not doubted that statement even the slightest.

His leg came between mine and forced them further apart, while his fingers crossed the path over my chest, down my belly and landed right where I wished to have them.

A pleased moan fell from my lips as they started to brush between my folds, spreading the wetness around.

“Always so fucking ready for me, aren’t you?” He growled into my ear and then bite at it with quite a force, while two of his fingers entered me, forcing a load cry of his name filled with pleasure.

His other hand traveled from my breast, where it was contently busy till now, and he travelled with it to my neck, where he playfully squeezed and at the same time he added more pressure into his fingers pumping in and out of me.

Then that hand disappeared from my throat and went up. “Open that pretty mouth for me, darling.”

It fell out right away and he placed two of his fingers inside. I sucked on them instinctively, he always had a weak spot for a good sucking on various places of his body.

Those fingers then stoped on my tongue and I moaned out loud when he starts to mimic the same rhythm on my tongue that he was using on my clit.

The same time his fingers lazily moved on my clit, it did the same on my tongue.

“Fuck,” I whimpered over his fingers, overwhelmed by how erotic this prick could make it feel witch such a simple little things.

And when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he entered my body with his cock and started to pump into me without any mercy, while in contrast kept the slow, lazy, torturing tempo on my bud and tongue.

“My name, Y/n, I went to hear it,” he grunted, his voice full of dirty demands.

And I obeyed. His name started to fall from my lips like a prayer, even though mumbled by his fingers in my mouth.

My arms reached behind me, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to gain some stability to don’t fall forward by the force he was taking me with.

My undoing was when his cursed mouth began to kiss at my wings, rendering me senseless when my mind clouded with overwhelming pleasure, forcing me over the edge.

When we walked out of the shower, now cleaned and satisfied, smiling like, I almost had a heart attack at the sight that came across us.

“Cauldron that’s truly one hell of an ugly cat,” Rhys made a grimace and then leaned towards me and started to place kisses all over my wings.

“Rhys! You offended it!” I stared to laugh, even though I tried to sound scolding.

The cat seized both of us and limped away from the bathroom with quite an attitude.

“I will buy it pretty bowl and keep it full, that ought to make up for stating the obvious,” he dismissed the matter completely and kept the gentle assault at my wings.

With Rhys, I could feel so blissfully happy, that it was impossible to don’t forget about all the looming problems and dramas surrounding our difficult situation.

I trusted in Rhys. When he say he will rewrite the stars for us, he will do it, even if it means to travel through the space and time to get the Mother into a chokehold and force her to untie what she ties together.

Chapter Three

Tag-List: @j-pendragonx @stonerpersona

[typewritingyip]

I heard that in the military, nicknames are given from embarrassing moments, so my friend @searchingforthelamps and I came up with some potential situations for the crews! (Went mostly off of names and vibes)

Arc 1

Hound got his code name after one time while drunk he started sniffing the ground like he was a blood hound so the name Hound stuck.

Breakdown was trying to fix one of his brother's car and when went to test drive it not even 30 seconds after pulling out, the engine went up smoking, brother never let him forget so it stuck with him even after joining the military.

Sideswipe swiped a shit ton of stuff off a table on accident while being dramatic.

Sunstreaker gets his nickname because when day-drinking he got shitfaced drunk, stripped, and ran outside in broad daylight in front of everyone.

Jazz tried to do “Do you like jazz?” as a pick up line and no one ever let it go.

Arc 2

Cliffjumper fell off a cliff once. Everyone else: “H a h. Pathetic. We’re never gonna let you forget this”

Arc 3

Ratchet threw one too many ratchets at people so they started calling him that.

Swindle. The name speaks for itself. Dude scams everyone out of their money during Monopoly. Everytime. He becomes the bank. People will challenge him and will just get slammed into debt. He is the god of money.

Perceptor. He was high as shit, pointed at his head with both hands and with eyes looking in slightly different directions, said “I perceive everything” in the most matter-of-fact tone to ever exist.

Blurr. He is in constant motion. Every picture of him is blurred. There is not a single camera that can capture him unblurred. Impossible. It’s like he’s on constant caffeine jitters. 

For the life of me I can’t think of anything for Arcee, Shockwave or Hot Rod

I love these, I love these dearly, but I will give you the ones I have!

Hound: When he is in the military, his laugh is very much like a hound dog style bark, and it started as people making fun of him and stuck. (He sounds like he’s in pain every time he laughs)

Breakdown: He did not get his nickname till he got to the US, because, and I shit you not, he was the cause of most major breakdowns in communication. List as the cause on reports.

Sideswipe: He sideswiped Swindle’s car with his mechs leg, on accident, during the effectively yearly class photo. Swindle took it out of his paycheck for a year.

Sunstreaker: This one got his nickname before testing and such, but everyone heard the story and so it still stuck. When they were living homeless, Sideswipe was an asshole and took Sunny’s clothes on time when they were on the beach. He was asleep. Not only was he sunburned, but he effectively went streaking when he had to go back to the car.

Jazz: So, you were incredibly close with Jazz. Except someone used the pickup line on him, and then he went on a two hour info dump about Jazz and its history to them.

Cliffjumper: Literally the same thing, dead on. You got that one 100% right.

Ratchet: Yeah, you’re basically right. He would throw wrench’s and socket wrench’s (ratchets) at people. Also they were referencing One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest too.

Perceptor: Yep, basically that, but while saying it he was showing this design for a camera system to go into the mechs. No one let him live that down.

Arcee: Part of it was she was only a rescue class for like, a year (RC) on the paperwork. But also once she was staying with striker class more often, with the down time, she had a habit of buying toy drones and cars to race around with the other pilots. It was like she became a distributor.

Hot Rod: Panicked the first time his mech ever got fire, basically threw himself from the suit, and promptly forgot it had been recently on fire and touched one of the support rods burning his hand and said the stupid thing, “fuck, that’s one hot rod, damn!” And kept repeating it.

Blurr: Actually got the monicker in racing! There are tons of examples in racing but there is a driver in nascar, whose name is William Clyde Elliot the Third, he goes by Chase. Similar with Blurr, long ass name that he changed.

Swindle: Dead on the money, (Bu-dun-*crashing symbol sound*)

And.. yeah. I don’t have one for Shockwave yet, but I think it came from his political career, clean energy back before the invasion stuff.

I loved what you had to say though, incredible.

[dangraccoon]

Repairs

Crosshair & Omega & Tech

@summer-of-bad-batch

Week 3: "Give me your hand." || brothers || Pabu culture

Word Count: 966

Content: injury, prosthetic hand, older/adult Omega, she's the only one Cross will actually listen to, mostly because she doesn't comply when he tells her to fuck off, Tech lives, Tech was CX-2, disabled Tech

Mando'a Guide dinuir gar gaan, vod? - give me your hand, brother? elek, ner vod - yes, my brother

“You know he will, right?” Omega hummed, only stealing a short glance up at her brother over the garden bed they worked at. 

Crosshair sighed. “No,” he groaned. “Not you, too.”

“Yes, me too.” She stuck her tongue out at him as she flicked some soil toward him. “You’re all worked up about it and you’re not listening to anyone else–”

“Everyone else is stupid.”

“And that’s why I have to step in now.”

Crosshair scowled, returning his focus to the weeds. He couldn’t very well argue with that. Omega was his soft spot. Even if she always pushed him to do uncomfortable things. 

“Why won’t you just ask?” she said. “It couldn’t hurt that badly to just ask the question.”

Crosshair sighed again. “It’s not worth it.”

His traitorous, malfunctioning right hand couldn’t have picked a less opportune time to jerk and send a jolt of pain up his arm. He attempted to suppress the yelp it provoked, a strangled noise emanating from his neck. 

She looked at him pointedly, one brow raised. 

“He’s the one that made it,” she pointed out, not unkindly. 

“Seven years ago and not for me,” he reminded her. “You could fix it.”

“Cross,” she chastised. 

“You’re the one who fitted it to me!”

“Cross.”

“I-I don’t want to overwhelm him,” he tried. “He hasn’t been back long and–”

“Cross.”

“He probably kriffing hates me anyway! I threw him off a cliff.”

“Crosshair.”

He shut his mouth. 

She sighed. “I’ll come with you,” she offered. 

And that was it. He was done for. 

They walked together back up the winding paths of their island home, waving and greeting the other residents. It had taken Crosshair a while to adjust to people not only saying hello with a smile, but actually meaning it. As much as he acted like he would rather be a hermit somewhere, it did warm his heart. 

When the ship came into view, his feet stopped working. He hadn’t seen him since he‘d come here. 

There was a difference, he figured, between knowing what his brother had become and seeing it for himself. If he never saw him now, he could live with the delusion that it wasn’t true. 

“I can’t do this, Omega,” he breathed. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. His robotic hand twinged. 

“We can do it together,” she gently suggested. Her hand reached out. 

He took a few deep breaths before putting his flesh hand in hers. 

Together they walked to the ramp of the ship. 

Omega knocked on the doorway. 

“Omega?” came the call from inside. 

“Yeah,” she answered. “And Crosshair.”

Something clattered against the durasteel floor. 

Omega pulled Crosshair into the ship by the hand with a gentle smile. He felt like Batcher trying to avoid bath time. 

He blinked as his eyes easily adjusted to the dimmed lights–a leftover of his genetic mutations, even though his unaided eyesight was closer to that of a reg now. Omega was squinting in the low light, but pressing onwards towards the cargo bay.

As they passed through the doorway, Crosshair watched his brother wearily. 

He was hunched over at his desk in his heavily modified hover chair, focused entirely on whatever device he was working on. 

Crosshair knew the extent of his injuries from what Omega had told him. He knew that the electrospear had pierced through his abdomen and severed a portion of his spine. He knew that several of his organs had to be regrown. He knew that the electricity had left branching scars across his body, and the way his goggles had broken when he fell had left other scars around his eyes. 

“Hey Tech,” Omega said with her usual bright smile. She released Crosshair’s hand to walk over to their brother. “What are you working on?” 

“It is a device to aid Mrs. Voli in reaching her upper shelves,” he explained. “She was insistent that she preferred a small drone over hiring an assistant.”

“That sounds about right,” Omega chuckled as she bent down to pick up the spanner he’d dropped earlier. 

After another few quiet moments, his hands stopped moving. He stared down at them, still enough that Crosshair wasn’t sure if he was still breathing. 

“Tech,” Omega whispered, placing her hand gently on his shoulder. 

He seemed to come back to himself. “Yes, you came here for a reason,” he said, almost like he was reminding himself. “And you’ve brought…”

Tech’s voice trailed off as he turned his chair to face his brother. 

“Crosshair,” he nearly whispered. “It is… very good to see you again.”

Crosshair felt like he was freezing in place. He couldn’t breathe.

“As myself, that is,” Tech added, reaching up to adjust the goggles he no longer had, then slowly lowering his hand again. 

Crosshair forced himself into a light nod. 

Tech’s eyes turned sad as he looked up at Omega. “How can I help you both?”

Omega offered a quiet smile. “Crosshair’s hand is malfunctioning.”

Tech nodded and returned his gaze to Crosshair, honing in on the hand in question. 

Omega gave Crosshair that look, and he shuffled over to them, holding out his hand so Tech could see it in the light. 

“This is the prototype I built for Echo before the end of the war,” he said. 

“I had to alter the connection to fit Cross,” Omega explained. “He won’t tell anyone what’s wrong with it, but we can all see it’s hurting him.”

Tech nodded again, holding out his hand. “Dinuir gar gaan, vod?” 

Their eyes locked in a silent moment. Everything else faded away, leaving only memories of growing up with his newly found, long-lost brother. 

“Elek,” he answered, letting a smirk start to pull at his lips. “Ner vod.”

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Just In Time

Little writing experiment where the Turks find Zack and Cloud just in time.

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Between calls, they were tuned into the military line. The updates came in less and less. Distressed troopers calling in for backup that wouldn't come. On one hand, there was hope with the target still fighting back. On the other, it was horrifying getting update after update of the hits he was taking.

As the rain picked up, they thought of calling the whole things off. It was dangerous, and visibility was shit.

They all hear it when the final transmission came in.

Target eliminated. Returning to base.

Everything seemed to stop.

It took everything to keep her hands steady on the helicopters controller. The Whirring of the blade sounded more muffled against the pounding in her ears. There was no way she heard that right. They had to still have time. It must be the wrong radio line , or-

“Shit…” She heard Reno hiss on the radio, followed by what sounded like a fist slamming on the top of the control dashboard.“…FUCKING hell…”

So she did hear it correctly.

They failed.

“…Well…what do you want us to do now, director?” Rude asked as the next to manage to find their voice, though it sounded more shaky than his usual controlled demeanor.

It took even longer for Tseng to respond.

“Run cleanup. I want any equipment recovered.” Tseng finally ordered on the intercom. Clean and quick. Nothing extra.

Cissnei swallowed down the sting forming in her throat and responded “Got it” and went back to scanning the muddy ground.

It felt wrong. She had seen Shinra chew people up and spit them out countless times, but this time it felt wrong. Zack was so earnest. He fought so hard. He had cleaned up Shinra’s messes so many times, and for what? To get swept away himself? It all felt so wrong.

She breathed.

Emotions would have to wait until they were on the ground.

“Targets sighted…Heading down to recover equipment.” Rude communicated on the intercom.

“Heading to your coordinates now.” Cissnei replied and started heading in their direction.

Just on the edge of Midgar. She tried to rationalize it in her mind. Even if he managed to make it, even in the slums, Shinra would have found him eventually.

“Geeze, this place is a battlefield. If you wanted recovered equipment, there’s plenty of empty missile shells…” Reno mused over the intercom.

They had been listening in as wave after wave was sent to take Zack out. Seeing the numbers assigned was different than seeing the bodies lost on the battlefield.

“Hey…who the hell is that blond kid?” Reno asked on the intercom.”…I thought they said all targets eliminated?”

“Blond…The other escaped test subject?” Cissnei questioned but she may as well have been talking to herself. Someone left their radio on leading to footsteps and stray breaths and gasps being sent through to her headset.

“…There's no way…”Rude sounded breathless.

“…What's happening? Talk to me.” Cissnei requested while struggling to keep her focus in steering.

“What the- shit- SHIT! HE’S STILL ALIVE!!” Renos voice burst through the intercom, followed by noises of scrambled fumbling and hurried steps.

“Cissnei, we need backup. Now.” Rude spoke over Reno’s panicked voice in the background, telling someone to “hang in there”.

“I’m on my way!” She responded, and booked it.

The helicopter tilted forward as the tips of Midgar came into view. From the window, discarded equipment littered the ground. A sea of helmets, guns, and blood stretched on and on. Countless lives Shinra threw away to take their own.

And there they were.

Just on the edge of Midgar.

It would have been scenic, if it weren't for the corpses leading to the cliff.

Cissnei practically tripped on the way out of her chopper. Rude was applying pressure to wounds while Reno was using most of the potions and panacea’s they brought. Cloud sat next to them in a haze. He didn't have any strength to offer Rude, but his hand was held tightly around Zacks.

Cissnei reported the situation to Tseng. Orders were made to head to medical immediately, private rooms would be ready under fake names.

There wasn't any time to waste.

Cissnei and Rude prepped Zack onto a stretcher to be transported. He groaned and coughed when they lifted him, barely getting the blood in his lungs out.

His eyes flickered open and Cissnei met them. Zack struggled to focus on her face. She tried to shield his eyes from the rain.

“Ciss…how?…”He choked out between gasps.

“Zack, stay with us. You’re going to be ok.” She reassured him, and also herself.

A shaky hand found Cissnei’s where she held onto the stretcher handles.

“Keep him safe…keep Cloud safe…” Was weakly asked.

“We will Zack, and we’ll keep you safe too. Just hang in there!” Cissnei kept encouraging. That felt like the right thing to do.

Zack groaned again as they lifted up the stretcher to head for the chopper. Cloud stumbled forward as they moved, still holding onto Zacks hand. Or maybe, Zack was still holding onto Clouds?

“Zzz-…Zzzack…”The boy mumbled, unable to tear himself away.

Rude gave Reno a look, and the latter wordlessly circled around the group to steady Cloud as they walked through the rainy mud.

“We’ve got him, Blondie. Let's get you two out of here, yeah?” Reno said to Cloud who barely acknowledged him.

Cissnei landed close enough, but every step still felt too long. Every raindrop felt too heavy. Every strained breadth and stutter from Zack came too long in-between.

Eventually, somehow, they did thankfully make it.

Zack was carefully transferred inside, and with some maneuvering, Cloud was strapped in still holding onto Zacks bullet ridden body. They’d have to do scans to see the full extent of the damage at medical, but that would be for the doctors to decide what needed attention first.

Their job was just to get him there.

Reno and Rude apparently decided that Rude would drive Cissnei’s chopper while she kept an eye on the passengers, and Reno would follow them later after clean up. Rude gave Zack’s foot a pat before heading to the driver's seat. Reno pointed in the window with a sly “You’d better make sure I have someone to bring that heavy ass sword back to” before sliding the door closed.

Cissnei knocked on the cockpit door, and the helicopter lifted up for takeoff. Cloud made a few upset noises as he was jostled in his seat. Cissnei kept her hand on Zack's chest to feel his slow strained breadth. His eyes creaked open and found hers.

"You...found us..."Zack said weakly.

Just barely" Cissnei replied. "You gave us all a scare."

"Sorry....Didn't mean to..."Zack gasped out and closed his eyes again.

"Zack...are you still with me?" She asked, not wanting him to loose consciousness before they made it to Midgar.

"Mhmmm?..."He mumbled out. He deserved to sleep, more than anyone. But she had to get him there.

"Hey Zack, I need you to keep your eyes open until we get to Midgar, ok?" Cissnei requested, but only got a few tired gasps from him. She had to sweeten the deal.

"If you do...I'll tell you my real name."

That got his eyes open.

"Dang...you Turks...drive a hard bargain..." His words were shaky, but he managed to give her a half smile under the blood and grime smeared on his face.

Cissnei let herself sigh.

It would be a long ride to Midgar, but at least they made it just in time.

[mushysquashythingamajig]

Bucktommy Fluffebruary

DAY 14: VALENTINE'S DAY

@bucktommyfluffebruary

Ah, Valentine's day. The day St. Valentine, the patron of love was murdered. Yes, Evan may have gone a small Wikipedia binge the night before reading all about the day and fell asleep in the middle of it. He was thankful he had the day off because he did sleep in.

Sleepily, he hand reached for his boyfriend only to reach empty air. Oh, so he was awake. One of Tommy's habits that had persisted from the military was waking up at the ass crack of dawn. So, Evan appreciated every single time he convinced his boyfriend to sleep in. Today was not one of those days.

He was about to get up when the door opening caught his attention. Tommy walked in, tray full of breakfast in his hands.

"Good morning, baby. Sleep good last night?" He asked as he set the tray on the bed next to Evan.

"Well, kinda fell asleep without even realising." Evan answered sheepishly.

"You have to stop doing that."

Evan looked at the tray full of delicious food. Pancakes that looked like they were choco-chip filled, Tommy really measured from the heart, with maple syrup drizzled on to, some juice and beautiful rose neatly arranged next to each other.

"Tommy. You didn't have to cut a rose for me." Evan picked up the delicate flower, smelling its magnificent fragrance. Evan didn't know where Tommy got these roses, but they smelled absolutely heavenly.

"Of course I had to. It's a special day isn't it?" Tommy teased.

Of course. How come he didn't expect Tommy Kinard, romcom buff, cries watching queer proposals, to be a massive Valentine's day guy.

"Yeah, it is. Thank you for the breakfast, babe." He tried to peck Tommy with a kiss.

Keyword: Tried, because Tommy dragged him in for a deep one, morning breath be dammed.

They ate the breakfast together before Tommy declared that they were going hiking. Somewhere with a nice view. Evan wanted to spend time with Tommy so it was a win win in his book.

Evan freshened up and put on something light. A t-shirt and shorts with a sweater around his waist just in case. Tommy was looking fabulous with compression pants covered by shorts. He wore cut off t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms along with a bandana.

"Looking good, babe." Evan wolf-whistled.

"Not too bad yourself, handsome." They giggled before locking up the house.

The place Tommy had chosen was ridiculous. Yeah, it was a long arduous hike, and Evan's shirt was drenched with sweat but the view was worth it. Well, after he caught his breath. How was Tommy fine, the man was forty for god's sakes.

"Didn't mind my stamina when I f-"

"Don't even wanna hear it." Buck interrupted him.

They sat on the giant rock overlooking a cliff and just looked at the setting sun. The sky had erupted into so many different colours it was like if Tommy threw his palate onto the canvas. Buck had prepared Tommy's favourite dessert in secret without him knowing, which was an accomplishment. Then man was a greyhound regard his brownies. Pulling out the box, he passed them to his boyfriend.

"This is not much, but still." Evan rubbed the back of his neck.

"Evan, thanks. You know I love these. Oh, I got you something too."

He pushed a journal into his hands. Confused, Evan opened it to find himself? It was him, drawn on every single page of the notebook, different colours adorning each piece. Evan felt as if he was watching the sunset all over again, this time on his face.

He looked over to Tommy, who was just munching on the brownies and avoiding eye contact. After giving Buck one of the most meaningful gifts of his entire life. No. He pulled the Tupperware from Tommy's lap, throwing it to the side, ignoring Tommy's protests and straight up pounced on his boyfriend, peppering face with kissed.

"You. Are. So. Fucking. Cute." He punctuated each word with a kiss.

Eventually, he got tired and both he and Tommy got up. It was getting late anyway, and they needed to get home. They packed up and descended the mountain.

"Most meaningful gift in my life and you were embarrassed by it." Evan nudged Tommy.

"Come on. They're not even that good."

"Tommy, I dare you to say one bad word about my present."

When Tommy remained silent, clearly sensing the seriousness in Evan's voice, he smiled in satisfaction.

"Good boy." He lightly patted Tommy's cheek, leaving his boyfriend a sputtering mess.

[angelbitezzz]

Now where in the hell did she go?

Prev - Next - First

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God damn it. Sans had one job—keep an eye on the human, make sure she rested, keep her out of trouble. Now, as he stared dumbfoundedly down at the obviously empty couch on the first floor, he only had one real thought come floating through his fatigued skull.

"i'm gonna kill that girl."

He threw his soiled jacket somewhere in the corner of his room and snatched his hoodie from where it was hung next to his door, slipping it on as he shoved socked feet into slippers, descending the stairs so quickly he may as well have teleported. Far be it from him to ever move that fast on purpose—apparently, that was another thing she was able to do to him without him knowing, damn it all. Frustration simmered at the back of his throat, but even he knew that the feeling was covering a darker, more icy fear that clutched at the inside of his ribcage and froze into a heavy thing somewhere next to his SOUL. She needed to rest. She needed to stay out of sight for now until they figured things out with her magic. She needed to stay safe, fuck, and even just thinking that sent an uncomfortable rattle up along his spine. He didn't bother opening the front door, he jolted through space and found himself outside a few feet away.

"think, sans, think. where would she—"

His pupils settled on the ground. Blue grass and sand mixed together to create an uneven path leading through the village proper. The isles were on the night cycle now—which, didn't look different, but having something of a curfew helped with the constant feeling of nighttime—so nobody was around save for some real night owl types. Sans had excellent night vision, picking out the disturbed sand leading through the village and far to the left, back towards the entrance. He took a step and jittered to the far end, focused on the footprints leading up, until the grass and sand gave away to stone, ascending on a gentle incline that only grew steeper until it led to a cliff overlooking a majority of the Starlight Isles and surrounding territories.

His steps slowed as a silhouette came into view near the edge, an ambient warm breeze tugging the cape pulled around their shoulders. Briefly, he thought he'd stumbled across Count Koffin K doing something...but when they raised their head to gaze upward, he realized he'd found his target.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and resisted the urge to stomp his way up the cliff to her side.

"and what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Angel startled a little, jerking around halfway and flinching. Burning purple eyes met his own, wide and alarmed.

For a second, he felt like they fit right in with the "stars" in their sky.

"Oh! Oh. Sans. Hey."

"answer the question, human."

"Right. Um." Her gaze trailed away, back over the edge of the cliff. "Well don't worry, I didn't fuck off to, uh...y'know. Yeah. Ye—yeah. I'm just, just..."

He didn't speak, recognizing by the tone of her voice that she was struggling to get her thoughts out. She got scrambled like that sometimes—it reminded him of Alphys...when she wasn't putting on a whole fake persona, anyways.

"...Processing. Mhm."

"your near death experience or your magic?"

"Can it be both?"

He inclined his head and slowly stepped forward, moving to stand beside her. There was a very long pause before he spoke.

"well, uh, anyways. asgore said you gotta rest. my brother'll have a conniption if he finds out you're out here."

"Right. Sorry. I just...really needed to get some air. Please."

Frustration boiled behind his teeth, but he sucked back the smoke and smiled anyways. When she glanced at him, whatever she saw in his expression made her grimace and look away again.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not dying."

"you nearly did." The lights in his eyesockets extinguished, smile thinning until it was nearly a frown. "like, 6 hours ago. unless you forgot. i mean...wouldn't really be surprised, ya did hit your head pretty hard during your little stunt."

"God, Sans, can you just—not? For once?"

"i dunno what you mean."

She whirled on him, a desperate sort of anger flashing onto her features.

"You know exactly what I mean! Don't kick me while I'm down. I—"

"i'm trying to get you back in bed before anyone sees you, but hey, if you wanna keep acting like a babybones, be my guest."

"I'm NOT—" Angel cut herself off and shut her eyes, drawing Sans's cape around her shoulders tighter and covering her face with a hand. "Not...fuck. Fuck. Sans. I–I don't need you to act like my parent. Be all weird and protective over your brother, but don't...let's not pretend. Don't do the same with me cuz you think you have to. It hurts."

He didn't know what to say, for once. There was a quiet swallowing sound while he searched for something, anything to respond to that. Seconds dragged into minutes before she spoke again.

"...I'm gonna die down here."

"hey, you just said you're not—"

"No, Sans." She interrupted, insistent, voice pitching high and broken. "I'm gonna die down here. This place, it's driving me fucking mental. I don't. I don't know what to do."

Her hand slipped away again, a frightened, tight little grin stretching across her face as she looked at him. It looked like it hurt.

"The sun. I miss the sun. I feel like I've been stuck in a damn time loop where it's always night time and I do the same damn shit every day! Yesterday was the first time in weeks that I felt like something new happened and I completely fucked it. I've been having so much fun here that I forgot that—I forgot. I forgot!" She began to laugh, gesturing to her body frantically, trying to get a point across. "I forgot!"

Sans listened to her speak with an increasing feeling of worry, frustration melting into concern the longer she went on.

"kid—" He started, but she cut him off again, her laughter ceasing as quickly as it had come, turning her body away.

"Don't. Please don't. I don't think I could stand if it you started with the pity train."

"wasn't the pity train, was more like the empathy express."

His weak attempt at humor did bring a smaller, more genuine twitch of her mouth than whatever fake grin she'd been trying to keep up. How had she ever managed to fool him before? In hindsight, it was obvious now, all the times she'd been pretending at joy.

Ah, but then, she was the perseverant kind of person. Maybe she was just...used to that.

He didn't want to know why.

"i was just gonna say...you're not alone."

He reached out and set a hand on her shoulder, struggling to find the words. Sun sickness had been a lot more prevalent back during the aftermath of the war—he had no experience dealing with it directly.

"it ain't so bad. you're still here. people down here like you."

"...Do you even like me?"

"huh?"

Angel turned her head just a little, enough to catch his gaze with her own. She looked exhausted, the warm breeze threatening to spill the tears welling up in her eyes.

"I pay attention, you know. You—god, Sans, you only tolerate me cuz I'm friends with Papyrus, right? Sometimes I feel like we get along great, and then something happens and you just...act off. Am I that much of a burden to you? Should I just leave?"

His thoughts flashed back to the day before. The panic that had thrummed through his body at the mere thought of losing her, that same panic that had brought him out here looking for her in the first place.

"i..." He hesitated. "...think it's been a long day, angel. you're tired and homesick and still coming down from the adrenaline high from earlier. you'll feel better in the morning."

Angel just gazed at him for a long, long moment. Those purple eyes searching for something in his expression before they went lax, her face flattening.

"...You're right. You're right. I'm just..." A lump in her throat. The tears began streaking down her face, dripping off her chin. "...so tired."

"hey." His voice was soft now, softer than she'd heard it before. "...i get the feeling, bud."

Her shoulders shaking, she raised a hand and slipped it over the one he had on her shoulder just for some measure of comfort, head ducking and turning away as she quietly hiccuped. He let her hold him there, warm fingers on chilled bones as she anchored herself again in the present.

It was a good long while before she let him take her home.

...

"Hey, Sans...?"

"mhm?"

"I forgot my glasses. You're gonna have to lead me back."

[journalsfromjupiter]

𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖵𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖱𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝖾

[𝖩𝖩𝖡𝖠 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟧 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋]

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It starts innocently enough.

You’re on the floor, legs criss-crossed like a kindergartener, fingers GRIPPING the controller as you exclaim, “NARANCIA GET THE SNIPER, GET THE SNIPER!”

“I DON’T KNOW WHERE THE SNIPER IS!” Narancia’s voice cracks through the living room, his body physically twisting like it’ll help him find the guy faster. “I SEE A FISH GUY WITH A CROWN—DO I KILL THE FISH GUY WITH A CROWN?!”

“YES, KILL THE FISH GUY!” Mista yells from the couch, half-eating a bag of chips and half-playing, because his controller has been on low battery for the past fifteen minutes and he refuses to plug it in. “HE HAS THE MYTHIC SHOTGUN—!”

Narancia’s character is now wildly building stairs to nowhere.

“Bro.” You squint at the screen. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“IT’S A STRAT!”

“Now I’m dead.” Mista retorts. “Good strat, Narancia. Really cracked the code on how to die confused.”

In the corner of the room, Trish sits on a plush pink pouf, casually buffing her nails. “You know,” she says, not looking up, “I once performed for five thousand people and not one of them screamed like you lunatics.”

“We’re not screaming,” you and Mista say in unison, which is followed immediately by Narancia letting out a blood-curdling war cry as he throws himself off a cliff with a shockwave grenade.

"Oh SHIT!!!"

Enter: Giorno, with a glass of water, a calm aura, and a desperate need to understand.

He stops mid-step. Looks at the screen. Tilts his head.

“So…you collect materials…to build temporary fortifications,” he said slowly, as though walking himself through it. “But instead of defending a base, you…do parkour while shooting strangers?”

You didn’t even glance up. “Mhm.”

“The goal is to be the last team standing…right?”

“Yes,” you answer, clicking furiously. “And right now we are NOT the last team because SOMEONE—" you glare at Mista "—thought it was a good idea to drive a truck into a tree mid-fight."

“It was for cover!”

“It was a Hennessey pickup in the middle of a sniper battle, you absolute disaster of a man.”

Meanwhile, Giorno is now watching the gameplay with increasing concern.

“So, Mista's been eliminated,” he says, glancing at the screen. “Can he be… rebooted? What does that entail?”

“You gotta grab his card!” Narancia yells, already heading toward Giorno’s virtual corpse. “I GOT YOU, BRO—oh wait, wait, someone’s camping the van! Mista, snipe ‘em!”

“I CAN’T SNIPE ASSHOLE, YOU’RE THE REASON I'M DEAD—”

“There is so much screaming,” Trish mutters, painting a star on her thumbnail.

Giorno sighs, still trying to make sense of the mechanics. “So this… reboot van. It functions as a resurrection point?”

“Yes, yes!” you say, ducking behind a tree and healing up. “Think of it as a phoenix down but—”

“What’s a phoenix down?”

“Oh god, not again—”

Mista’s dead. Narancia is screaming. You’re out of medkits. Trish is live-commenting the chaos like it’s a failed reality show. Giorno is visibly trying not to Google Fortnite lore.

You don’t win the match.

Your squad didn't even make it to Top 10.

Mista grins and throws an arm around you.

“Ready up?”

Narancia is already booting up another round. “I’m driving this time.”

“Well you’re definitely not going to be shooting.” You mutter. 

Mista cracked his knuckles. “Okay okay, so the plan is: we land at Crime City, loot fast, then regroup at the gas station. If someone shoots at us, Narancia—you DO NOT go solo. Got it?”

Narancia nodded solemnly. “Yes, Captain. No solo. Got it.”

You all landed at Crime City. Narancia immediately saw someone and went solo.

“DAMMIT, NARANCIA!”

“I’M DOING MY BEST!”

“YOU THREW A GRENADE AT ME, BRO!”

“I PANICKED!”

Trish sighed and picked up her phone. “This is giving me a migraine.”

Somehow, some way, your trio won that round. Barely. By the grace of sheer luck and the fact that you’d played for ten more hours than them combined.

As the Victory Royale screen flashed up, Mista launched his arms into the air and screamed, “YOOOOOOOOOO!”

Narancia was dancing around the room. “WE DID IT! WE'RE GODS!”

“I carried,” you said smugly, stealing some of Mista’s chips.

“You carried?” Mista scoffed. “Please. I shot that guy in the foot. He was basically dead by the time you got there.”

“Right, and I saved your ass from dying in a ditch, so.”

Giorno exhaled like he’d aged ten years in thirty minutes. “I think I’ll go back to researching game theory now.”

And Trish, without missing a beat, still focused on her cuticles, mumbled, “Good. Take them with you.”

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i love Fortnite 😣

[sa1808fi]

Rex in his timeline fic :)

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He was sitting on the edge of a cliff, a large field behind him. The cool night breeze ruffling through his hair as he stared into the inky darkness below his feet.

His brain was...really fucking hazy right now. He didn't fully remember what he was doing here, just that he wandered off, needing to get out of the sickeningly bright and cheerful environment the residents of Syspocalypstar surrounded themselves with.

The fireworks were so loud, too loud

He picked up one of the lone rocks lying on the ground near him, tossing it into the icy depths of outer space, watching as it got swallowed up by the unforgiving darkness. Just a meaningless speck in the grand scheme of things. Easily forgotten... just like he was.

He didn't get why Lucy and the others were making such an effort now to comfort him. Ever since they had such a 'happy' reunion, they've all been somewhere around him. Sure Emmet might've appreciated it but he didn't, all of the attention was suffocating, and he usually liked attention so that was saying something.

It just... didn't make sense. They all forgot about him so easily, moving on like he never existed, like he was meaningless to them. They left him to suffer in the depths of space for years as his mentality slowly crumbled, unforgiving rage taking root in his once sunny demeanor.

He spent so long believing they never cared about him, so long that he didn't know what to think anymore.

The sound of fireworks exploding in the distance overtook his hearing again. The loud booming only serving to make his breath quicken with anxiety.

He was crashing, burning, it hurt-

Lucy... came back for him in the other timeline. Rex still didn't know what to think about that, and it's already been months since that happened.

Something just tightened in his chest whenever he thought about how Emmet never had to go through Undar. That Lucy loved him enough to do whatever it took to find him again. His... gave up on him so quickly.

She and his past self had such a lovey-dovey happy reunion, they were so... happy to see each other. Her speech before Emmet destroyed the cake only adding to his inner turmoil.

Was it just... him? Was he the problem?

Lucy said she never wanted Emmet to change, but that's what happened to Rex. The isolation broke him beyond repair, he could never be the man that Lucy loves-loved-he didn't know.

Looking back down, all he could see was the darkness threatening to swallow him alive. The rock he threw was gone, swallowed by the shadowy abyss, left to be forgotten, just like he was.

Another loud boom erupted in the air as another firework was set off, but all he could hear was the sound of his ship crashing, blowing up into a burst of flames, burning his side as he was launched into Undar. Forgotten by the world around him, rotting in the dusty, lonely wasteland.

It was getting hard to breathe, it was like he was back there, trapped, suffocating while his lungs filled up with dust.

Everything hurt.

None of them were coming to save him.

He was trapped inside an unforgiving cycle of suffering

shedidn'tlovehimshehatedhimwhy-

"-ex, REX!"

He suddenly felt two hands make contact with his shoulders, the touch so sudden it had him leaping away from it like it was burning him. Maybe it was, all he could feel on his entire left side was a searing pain.

His whole body was shaking with his panicked breaths, eyes darting everywhere. Another boom echoed through the air, eyes snapping to watch the firey red and orange explosion erupting midair, just like-

"Hey, no, look at me okay?" A soft voice broke through the thoughts racing through his head. His toxic green eyes locked with Lucy's blue and pink ones. He didn't feel her grabbing hold of his gloved hands.

"Good, alright, take a deep breath, okay?" He could only manage a shaky nod at her question. Everything was still so blurry, reality slipping away like sand.

He distantly heard her counting, trying to encourage him to breathe every 5 seconds or so.

".....in.....hold.....and out....." Rinse and repeat. He didn't know how long they were sitting there in the grassy field as she slowly coaxed him out of that panic attack, the fireworks long gone.

"You okay?" She asked once his breathing evened out, tone drenched in worry he didn't deserve it. He tilted his head in thought. God, she was so beautiful, he never deserved her. Not then, not now.

"...What? You want the truth, or would you prefer me to lie about feeling great to make you feel better?" He answered, voice still hoarse from the frantic puffs of air escaping him beforehand. Maybe he was being a bit harsh, but panic attacks always sucked the life out of him.

She just gave him a sad look, letting go of his hands while he turned away from her, tucking his knees up against his chest and resting his chin on his forearms.

"...Do you..." She began, before thinking over what she was about to say. He just watched her from the corner of his vision, focusing his gaze on the night sky, finally seeing the stars instead of just darkness.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She decided to say.

He let out a sound that was a mix between a laugh and a scoff, dragging one of his hands down his face.

"Talk about what? The weather? The way you all keep dragging me to those mind-numbingly bright celebrations? The ones that have fireworks that remind me of-" He caught himself before he could say more, immediately looking away from her, though he could still feel her gaze burning into him.

"Remind you of what? Rex, what do fireworks remind you of?" She asked. Her tone was so soft and understanding. It made him want to punch something.

But he still hesitated, did he really want to trust her? "I...it's just too... loud. Reminds me of... crashing." He muttered at the end, subconsciously rubbing at his burn scar. He didn't see the way Lucy tensed up at the mention of his crash into Undar, the guilty look that overtook her face.

They both sat in silence, neither willing to break the tense atmosphere that came from his words.

[fantasyandshit]

The light and the dark

Type: series

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Part:6/?

Other parts

Summary: Azriel goes through his first lesson teaching Yn to fly. (This is short sorry I’ve had a lot of family drama going on)

It has been nearly a month since the accident in Hybern and Azriel and I are trudging through the forest, him carrying a bag whilst I am not, still getting used to the feeling of wings. Our shadows and light play together around us. The shadowsinger hadn’t told me our purpose for coming all the way out here but I’m excited- and also a bit nervous to see what it is. Mor nervous now after seeing Feyre, Cassian, and Rhysand’s faces when they were told he was going to start teaching me how to fly today. ;)

We continue to hike through the dense forest until we reach a sort of rock hill- it towers high into the trees and above the ground and before I can even turn back to question the man behind me- I’m shoved off the cliff. Yes you heard me right- This male, whom is in charge of protecting the night court and its citizens (me!) shoved me off the cliff.

I flail as I grapple to the floor, confused and terrified. Some light seems to enjoy the open air, flowing gracefully around me whilst others…well they wrap around me as tight as possible.

I can see the ground nearing..closer…closer closer. ………HOLY SHIT I GIANT ASS BIRD JUST SAVED ME! Oh wait…..no…it’s just Azriel.

As we get to the point we were on the cliff once again I waist no time clambering out of the shadowsinger arms to turn around- “You arrogant, insolent, asshole! You fucking fuck head absolute intolerable shit!” I shove my hands into the males chest but it does little to move or hurt him.

“You done yet? Because I’d like to continue my lesson.”

Pure shock spreads across my face, “your lesson? You threw me off a cliff! A cliff Azriel! A fucking cliff! Are you insa-“ my rant is cut off by the feeling of arms picking me up and then air rushing under me

He

Threw

Me

Off

The

Cliff

Again

Gods I am starting to despise these wings.

Finally, after more “lessons” and a deeper explanation I am finally able to kind of fly. I am able to glide really- but it’s improvement and that’s what matters.

“So how was it?” Rhysand smirks as we walk into the house of wind for dinner.

“Ask him yourself- his lessons are fucking horrid.” I sigh as I rub my cheek where a bruise forms.

“She actually did better than anyone I’ve taught so far.” Azriel sits down at the table, serving himself some mashed potatoes.

“Hold up- you do this often? Throwing your friends off cliffs?”

“Yes, yes he does.”

“What the hell kind of twisted creature are you?” My light flutters around me, one caressing my cheek and another is caught slithering to Azriel- little traitor.

We all laugh and conversation continues throughout the dinner. I’m so lucky to have met these wonderful people.

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[wolverineluvr]

I'm sorry..

Content Warning ⛈️: Ooc character(?), fluff, blood, major character death, angst/comfort, gn reader, some spelling errors, not proofread.

Summary🔎: He didn't think s stupid dare would cause this.

"Scara!" You said in excitement as your boyfriend walked through the front door. "What?" He said in an annoyed tone. "Ah, can you come with me to do my commissions?" You asked sweetly. "Why can't you do it yourself?" He asked. "I can I just wanna spend time with you.." You said and he sighed. "Fine." He said then started to walk out the door. "Come on then." He said and you quickly walked over to him. (You already had your clothes, shoes and socks on.) He grabbed you hand and asked. "Where are we going?" You smiled and pointed to the spot on your map. "Okay, let's go." He said and started walking there slightly dragging you since he walked faster.

You were almost there but you had to climb, up a cliff.. You groaned sitting on the ground. "C'mon, you're the one who asked me to come along, you shoulda checked Y/n." He said in a mocking tone, and you whined. "I knowww..." You said dragging out the w. "Get up Y/n." He said holding out his hand to you, and you took it. He let go of your hand and started to climb. You gulped and started to climb aswell. A few seconds late you looked up and saw Scaramouche on a ledge waiting for you. You started to climb up further.

A bit later you were almost to the ledge and Scaramouche held out his hand for you and again, you took it. He pulled you onto the ledge and you hugged him, already tired. "Come on Y/n there's still more to go." He said prying you off of him. "Noo." You whined. "Yes." He replied. "C'mon or I'll leave you here." He waited for a bit and started to climb up the rest of the cliff. "Wait! Fine fine I'll do it!" You yelled and started to climb, he smirked and continued climbing. You slowly climbed upwards and sighed.

After a while you got on the top of the cliff you laid down and sighed. "Pleaseee let's take a break!" You said. "Fine, only for a bit, I know you humans are fragile." He said. "Thank you Scara!" You said as he sat down next to you.

After stopping for a few minutes Scaramouche stood up. "Let's go Y/n." He said, which caused you whined but you still got up. And you both started walking.

After walking for a few miles, you finally got there. You felt like your legs were gonna fall off. You groaned and laid on the ground, it wasn't comfortable, but you'd rather lay than stand. Scaramouche laughed. "Oh my, how do you expect to do your own commissions if you can barely walk that far? You're so pathetic and weak." To which you whined. "I am not!" "Oh really? Fine if you're not weak go fight that ruin guard, by yourself." Scaramouche said. "Fine. I will!" You said standing up and walking to it.

You summoned your spear and threw it in the air, you then used your anemo vision to hold it up. You then made it go towards the ruin hunter. The ruin guards spotted it and then you and turned around and started getting ready to shoot it's missiles. You quickly brought back your spear and tried to throw it at the ruin guards eye, but you missed. "Shit.." You muttered. "Need some help over there?!" Scaramouche yelled to you and chuckled. You glared at him for a second but then pulled back your spear.

The ruin guard then shot its missiles at you and you tried to dodge them but only a few missed. You screamed in pain and fell to the ground. "Fuck,

Y/N!?" You heard Scaramouche yell and closed your eyes. You then heard running, crackling then you heard the ruin guard fall. You opened your eyes and saw Scaramouche in front of you. "Hah, I guess you were right.." You winced. "Y/n, please, I'm sorry!" He said picking you up into his arms and hugging you. "Sorry about what?" You said weakly. "For insulting you, I never meant it.. Please don't leave me too." "It's okay Scara I never took your insults that way.." You responded. "A-and about leaving me?" He said hopefully. "I-I don't know if I will.." You said. "You can't die, I don't allow you to!" He said.

You didn't say anything. "If you leave me I'll never forgive you Y/n, do you hear?" He said. "I'm sorry Scara.." you looked up and saw his face, at first he looked angry then worried then sad. You closed your eyes and felt Scaramouche hold your hand. You then felt soft lips on yours. He kissed you gently. When he stopped you felt tears fall on your face. "Please don't abandon me.." He said. "I'll never insult you again or complain or be rude or-" You cut him off. "It's gonna be okay.." You say and smile. "No it won't.." He said, you then held his cheek.

Scaramouche held your hand on his cheek and smiled, not a cocky smile or a mocking smile, a genuine smile. He soon saw your eyes slowly close and panicked. "No please, just a bit longer?" He cried out. "M'sorry Scara.." you replied weakly your hands slipping from his. He picked you up and hugged you tightly. "I love you.." You said. "I-I love you too.." He said knowing it was gonna be the last time he said it to you. Then you closed your eyes, for the last time. Tears started streaming down his face. "I'm so dumb, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have dared her.." He said.

He continued crying he thought you'd never leave, it was silly of him but he did. After awhile it started raining. He took off his hat and laid down next to you and held you while crying. He started to fall asleep and he hoped you'd be there in his dream..

Ending one

                     

The ruin guard then shot it's missiles at you and you tried to dodge them but only a few missed. You screamed in pain and fell to the ground. "Fuck,

Y/N!!" You heard Scaramouche yell and closed your eyes. You then heard running, crackling then you heard the ruin guard fall. You opened your eyes and saw Scaramouche in front of you. "Hah, I guess you were right.." You winced. "Y/n, please, I'm sorry for insulting you!" He said picking you up into his arms and hugging you. "It's okay Scara.." You say. Scaramouche didn't want you to leave him. He put you back down and and ripped off some fabric from his clothes and wrapped it around your stomach. (Which is where you're mostly hurt.) He then tied it enough to be tight but not too tight. He then picked you up. (however you want) 

"

I'm gonna run okay?" He said looking down at you and you nodded.

Timeskip cus meow

You woke up confused and in a bed. You felt someone holding your hand and looked at them. It was Scaramouche. (He wasn't crying)

"Scaramouche?" You weakly said shaking your hand in hopes to wake him, and it did. (he was also laying his head on your hand) "Y/n, you're awake!" He said and hugged you. "Oww.." You wince. "Sorry." He said quietly. "I'll go get a nurse." He said and left the room.

(After you healed he almost never let you fight.)

                     

Ending two             

[ambroziadelphine]

My Personal Addiction (Geto Suguru x Reader) Prologue

Masterlist

If you had asked me how my day would've gone, I'd have told you I'd have spent the day sleeping or something.

Not suddenly falling off a cliff with my best friend while high as a kite!

"I'm going to fucking kill you if we survive this!" I yelled at her over our screams.

"I'm sorry! I'm not the one who wanted to look over the cliffside!" She screamed back making me scoff.

"Just grab my hand! At least I'll die with you, you bitch!" I called as I tried reaching out to her, her arm stretching to do the same when all of a sudden, we passed something and she was gone. Like the trees and rocky mountain ground that was slowly coming into view before vanished with it, turning to the sky as I suddenly paused in my fall before almost feeling like my world had turned upside down, falling again making me scream as I squeezed my eyes shut. No, instead of falling to a familiar place for my death, I was actually falling into what looked like a different forest in the middle of nowhere! I fell through the branches, yelping and wincing as they scraped by me, leaves tangling in my hair as I tried desperately to grab onto something before I hit the ground with a thump, letting out a groan of pain as I stood up, stumbling as I realized I was still in fact tripping from the psilocybin the two of us had taken earlier. I winced and pulled the branches and leaves from my hair, dusting myself off and picking up my bag that had fallen with me when I suddenly heard the sound of fighting as I froze. I could barely register as my legs seemed to move on their own, taking me closer to the noise as my anxiety grew.

I came out into a field where a giant beast stood fighting two men. It looked ghastly, like a disgusting deformed dinosaur got mixed with a very ugly baby; I couldn't help the disgusted frown on my face as I stared at him, before another, smaller one appeared and the white haired man started to fight that one. My eyes widen as I almost felt like my heart stopped. That's.. That's Gojo Satoru..

The actual Gojo? How?

Wait.

Geto?!

I looked at the black haired man, watching as he threw curses at the giant beast, dodging it as it tried to stomp one of its big clawed feet on him. I watched in shock as I tried to process what I was seeing. Was I dead? Was this me dreaming of an afterlife? No. Otherwise Kali would be here with me, and she's definitely not hiding considering she was wearing bright fucking orange. I could only watch as the two Jujutsu sorcerer's fought against what I now knew was a giant curse, which explained its grotesque appearance and the chill I felt in the air even after exiting the shade of the trees. I was about to take a step back, feeling I may be getting too close when it clawed through Geto's cursed spirit, trapping his under it's foot as it made a move to swipe making my eyes widen. I quickly looked around, seeing a good sized rock on the ground and groaning internally, a tingling feeling coming over my body like a shiver. Please don't hate me legs.

"Hey, you fat ugly lizard bitch!" I yelled, throwing the rock as hard as I could, it managed to hit pretty high as it hit it's ear. The curse paused before turning to look at me as my eyes widened. "Uh oh." I muttered, sprinting off as it tried to bring a hand down on me, smashing it's clawed fist into the earth, giving Geto the chance to escape from under it. I ran as fast as I could, my blood pumping in my ears as I dodged another one of it's fists.

"Can't touch this, bitch!" I screamed, juking it as I ran around it's fist, confusing it for a moment as I ran the opposite way of it, slipping right between its giant legs with ease as I looked through the path I had just gone. It let out an angry screech before turning around, its massive feet making the earth almost rumble; I dared to look back, seeing it right behind me when suddenly Geto's Rainbow Dragon flew into it, hitting it square in the chest making me grin, laughing as I continued to run away, not before sticking my tongue out at the monster.

"Stay back!" Geto said as he pulled me behind him, I couldn't help the blush on my face as he grabbed my wrist. Damn these anime men for being so fucking hot. Gojo seemed to have just finished with the other one when he came over to us, looking at Geto with a grin.

"Saw you got a little tied down there. You're not hurt, are you Suguru?" Gojo teased, Geto snickered and glanced at him.

"Fortunately not. Though I did have a bit of help." He said, glancing back at me making Gojo give a curious hum.

"Oh? And who are you?" He asked making me roll my eyes.

"Someone who is currently freaking the fuck out considering this is the first time I've ever seen something like that! Care to help out, frosty?" I asked sarcastically making Geto laugh, Gojo's face dropping at my tone.

"My name is not frosty!" He said making me grin.

"Get me out of here and I'll never call you frosty again, deal?" I asked him, he smirked and scoffed.

"Better pick a better nickname then." He said, turning back to the monster as they both charged, attacking together as I watched the epic scene in front of me, calmly sitting on the grass as I watched. It wasn't too long before Geto had the cursed spirit condensed into an black and brown orb, Gojo starting to walk back to me after making Geto high five him. His long legs made quick work of the distance, Geto close behind as I stood up. "Think of a better nickname for me, pretty lady?" The white haired man asked making me put on a thinking face before grinning.

"Well, I was thinking 'knock off Kakashi Hatake', but that's a little too long to say." I laughed, his shoulders slouching as he sulked.

"I think I liked Frosty better." He sulked, Geto chuckling as he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Not every woman will like your.. charm, Satoru." He said, before he turned to me and gave a small bow. "Thank you for what you did earlier. I understand seeing something like that may be hard to believe but I appreciate your bravery." He said making me look at him before shrugging.

"Truthfully, I've seen weirder. More so I was freaking out at the fact I just had to literally run for my life; I never imagined myself running away from death." I said, putting my hands in my pockets as I looked off to the side, missing their confused and curious looks the two shared. Then I remembered I should probably act like I have no idea what's going on. "So, what was that thing? I don't think I've ever heard about something like that." I said, looking back at them as Geto sighed, Gojo now looking bored with the conversation.

"That was a cursed spirit. Normally people without cursed energy can't see them.. but somehow you can." He said, his eyes looking over me curiously causing me to blush.

"Can you not stare at me like that? You're making me feel like I should be in a circus." I muttered as I crossed my arms, shifting on my feet as I looked away. Gojo grinned, Geto looking slightly embarrassed but nodded.

"Right, I apologize." He said, bowing his head slightly. "I didn't intend to be rude.. It's just, highly uncommon, for a non curse user to see curses so easily like you did." He explained making me raise a brow.

"Curse user? You make it sound like a video game." I said lightly, rubbing my arm as I realize the situation I was in. I was in Japan, a foreign country, with no one who knows who I am, or where I could go. Geto gave a closed eye smile and looked down, nodding a little.

"It does sound like that, I guess." He said, Gojo let out a small groan, like a child told to go to bed when it was still light out.

"Enough flirting! You'll have enough time for that when we get back to Jujutsu High." He complained, Geto and I's faces turning pink as we looked away from each other.

"I wasn't flirting!" Geto muttered to him, the white haired man rolling his eyes.

"You're right. You weren't, because that was terrible if it was." He said, I crossed my arms and stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, and you think you could do any better?" I asked him, he turned to me and smirked.

"Why not see for yourself?" He asked, his sunglasses tilting down to reveal his bright blue eyes, a small smirk on his face making me sigh lightly.

"Sorry, you're not my type." I said, seeing him deflate again as Geto laughed.

"Alright, I think we should actually go now though." He said, gently grabbing my wrist as he and Gojo lead me out of the forest, a car parked on the side of the road waiting for us, though the driver seemed very surprised at the new person. Soon we were off on the long drive back, my adrenaline wearing off as I felt the days exhaustion catching up to me.

"I guess I can cross almost dying twice in one day off my bucket list." I mumbled, Geto looking at me in slight concern.

"Twice?" He asked, making me sigh and lean my head back on the seat as I sat between the two boys, my bag at my feet.

"Well, I didn't exactly walk into that forest." I said, Gojo turning to me suddenly.

"I was wondering how you got there! We were hours away from the closest town." He said making me chuckle before sighing.

"Yea, well, it's not like I really know either." I said, looking at my hands as my bangs covered my eyes.

"What happened?" Geto asked softly, I glanced at him and sighed.

"My friend Kali had convinced me to take a trip to the mountains with her for an internet detox week. Long story short, third day in we went hiking and ended up accidentally falling off a cliff. Next thing I know, I landed in that forest and found you guys fighting." I explained, remembering the very strange near death experience I had not even 2 hours ago. "Kali fell off the cliff with me.. She didn't land with me though.." I muttered, worry setting in for my best friend. If she's dead I swear, when I see her in Hell, I'm lavaboarding her.

"That is very odd.." Geto said, before sighing as he closed his eyes. "You are just a walking mystery so far." He said making me chuckle, closing my eyes again.

"Yea, well this walking mystery, is named Evee Landon. Incase you wanted to know." I said, chuckling as he seemed to realize his mistake, giving a slightly nervous chuckle.

"Well, Evee, I am Geto Suguru, and this is Gojo Satoru." He said, Glancing at him to see his warm smile, Gojo looked about ready to pass out making me chuckle.

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you Geto. Even if I wish is was under better circumstances." I said, closing my eyes once more as he looked at me.

"But then you wouldn't have gotten to save Suguru like a damsel in distress." Gojo said, I smacked him, not even looking to see how I hit him.

"Begone thot. I thought you were asleep." I said, hearing a chuckle from Geto as I cracked an eye open, seeing Gojo actually rubbing his head in pain as I saw I had also knocked off his glasses.

"And I thought I still had my infinity activated." He muttered, Geto looking at him in surprise.

"Wait, she managed to actually touch you with it up?" He asked, looking down at me as I shrugged.

"Great, now the song Infinity is stuck in my head. Thanks a lot, Yoyo." I said, he looked at me offended as Geto let out a loud laugh.

"What did you just call me?!" Gojo exclaimed, glaring at me as I chuckled.

"I could do JoJo from JoJo's bizarre adventures." I suggested, his face dropping even more as Geto started to laugh again, putting a hand on my shoulder as he tried to contain his laughter.

"I think you've given him enough nicknames so far." He chuckled making me grin.

"I guess you're right." I said, looking up at the roof of the car with a smug smile on my face. "Now I just need to think of some for you." I said, glancing at him seeing his face slightly dreading whatever I may come up with causing me to giggle.

"I won't make them insulting like his are." I informed, seeing him slightly relax, smiling slightly as the ride continued in silence. Eventually falling asleep as my tired bones ached from both the fall and running, my head ended up resting on Geto's shoulder which I knew was probably inappropriate considering we just met, but I was honestly way too tired to give a fuck. Which is how I fell asleep just like that, not noticing the blush on Geto's face or the smirk Gojo held, his eyes watching the little display with a plan forming in his head.

Evee may not like him, but his best friend on the other hand…

[anamelessfool]

[Instrumental]

Copia x Cardinal Marian, Copia & Terzo Domestic Fluff sponsored by @comp-lady's Domestic December

Link to Challenge Here

Words: 1426 AO3 Link Here

Tags: Duet, Singing, Being Silly, Holiday Doldrums

Dedicated to @delullu and @thew0man <3

Ficlet Below the Cut!

After the Solstice Holidays and before the New Year, it was rough around the Ministry compound. Not much to do except nurse a hangover and wait for the calendar to refresh you, to wash away the old year. Next year will be different. But right now, I got to lie the fuck down.

Papa Emeritus III would make it everyone's problem and start wandering the halls looking for some last minute pick-me-up from a sibling who was already either exhausted with him or disgusted by him thanks in part to his traditionally ridiculous behavior at the Solstice party. Sister would have nothing to do with him, which of course meant he would resort to the only two people whose job description required mandatory interaction: Sister's Personal Assistant Marian and his protegee Papa Elect Copia.

Which is why during this time Marian and Copia preferred to hunker down somewhere. And when Marian would get so sick of puzzles or hearing Copia crow about The Life and Times of JP Morgan she would demand a field trip.

Luckily at this time of year Copia’s beige LaSabre would have the snow chains on and they could go into town without careening off of a snowy cliff on the way there.

And in the nearest town there was a bar that, for a discreet twenty dollar bill it would be Karaoke Night any night Marian wanted.

“Here we stand…Worlds apart, hearts broken in two! Two! Twooo….” Marian scream-sang the words as they lit up across the video screen. From his place at a nearby table, Copia sighed wistfully. She was a terrible singer, he had to admit. Not a musical bone in her body. But her heart was into it. Always, fully.

Also watching her plush hips sway in time to the music was a bonus.

“Some day, love will find you! Break those chains that bind you! You know, I still love you—” Marian held out her hand to him, flashing a winning smile. Copia’s heart soared. “Even when we go our separate ways!”

A man wandered up to the stage and threw a dollar into the empty plastic pitcher for her. She blew him a kiss. Copia felt a little tinge of jealously bubble up in his throat but it was followed by another thought, this one much more thrilling. Doesn’t matter, she’s coming home with me….

“Closer to the heart! Closer to the HEAAAAAART! YEA-YUH!” And Marian jumped off the small stage, drink in hand, to wander back to Copia’s table and his nest of empty glasses with lemon slices.

“The song’s over?” Copia asked. Watching her sidle over to him, a smirk across her face put him in a certain way. He pretended for a moment she had eyed him from across the bar, a mysterious temptress. He a debonair scoundrel. His heart fluttered.

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine….

“No there's like a five minute instrumental section, get with the program,” she said. “Here, drink this.”

Copia did what he always did—immediately what was told. He took a sip from the tiny straw. His whole mouth was awash with acrid flames as the liquid scraped down his throat. He nearly arched and hissed like a cat. “W-what was in that?!”

“Long Island Ice Tea—I thought you'd like it. The most alcohol for the least amount of money.” Marian cackled. “Enough with that unsweetened shit. You're up next.”

Copia clutched one of his empty glasses of unsweetened shit. “No thank you. I enjoy just watching you.”

“Why not?” Marian scanned the room. There were a half dozen people besides them on this impromptu Tuesday night karaoke.

“I just….prefer…”

“There's like five other people here.” She gestured towards the bar. “Four now, because I think that guy over there is asleep.”

Copia idly tapped the glass, blinking.

“You know you're going to perform in front of thousands of people soon, yeah?”

“That's different. So many, and they're ah…they're a wall at that scale, really.”

The little [INSTRUMENTAL] blocks started filling across the screen. She’d have to start singing again soon. Marian threw him a determined look. A hungry look. Her eyebrows raised and her mouth quirked. “Drink the rest of that. I'll get you up here.”

Marian turned back to the stage and Copia watched her ass in her tight jeans cross the floor. Imagined his hands across the nipped in part of her waist. He knocked back the rest of the burning concoction and dealt with the pain.

Marian’s solo ended and someone in the darkness actually clapped. She did an ironic curtsy and the next song title appeared across the screen.

Copia bit his lip and gripped the empty glass.

He heard the song. The fake organ refrain. The plinks and chirps of the most perfect arrangement of notes he'd ever heard since Bach felt inclined to start writing.

It was his ringtone for years, when custom ring tones were a thing.

Are they still a thing?

The intro ended, and the lyrics flashed across the screen, unsung. The midi karaoke track blared without any singer. Without anyone to help push the song along and give it life.

Marian stood there, staring into his eyes. Her smirk transformed into a wild, toothy grin.

How dare she.

How dare she let this song run down.

This perfect song.

Copia blinked again, this time keenly aware of how heavy his eyelids had become. He got up and his vision swam a little.

Marian was right. That was a lot of alcohol for a sensible price. And maybe chugging it wasn't the best idea Copia ever had.

The eight inch step up onto the little stage brought with it a surge of emotion. He was already singing the song in his head, trying to keep time. He wanted his intro to be completely on time.

Copia touched her arm with one hand, then grabbed under her chin. Marian laughed, dropping the mic in his other hand. She winked.

The horrible rinky-dink light set up was still unnaturally bright and he shut his eyes tight, leaning into the mic. He had to recover. He owed it to the song. “Don't go wasting your emotion! Lay all your love on me!”

Marian pulled another mic from the plastic pitcher nearby and joined in, trying to mimic the dulcet tones of Agnetha Fältskog the best a mere mortal could. “It was like shooting a sitting duck! A little small talk, a smile, and baby I was stuck!”

Copia made a little pleased grunt, a nod, then swept his arms out theatrically, continuing, “I still don't know what you've done with me! A grown-up woman should never fall so easily…”

Something pressed play in Copia's heart. The program ran without any doubt, dismay—there was definitely something beyond the buzz of a drink mixed with a heavy hand. For some reason he wanted nothing more than to give the performance of a lifetime. He put a foot up on the stool, leaning into the bridge. “I feel a kind of fear when I don't have you near… Unsatisfied, I skip my pride, I beg you, dear!”

Copia glanced over to Marian. She was red faced and giggling, the mic forgotten in her arms. He threw her his own smirk, pointing at her with an accusing finger. “Don't go wasting your emotion! Lay all your love on me! Don't go sharing your devotion…”

Marian stepped forward into him, and his hands automatically wrapped around her. Her fingers brushed the back of his neck and her lips connected with his. He tasted something tropical, warming him on this dreary winter December evening. The empty song continued, abandoned, but her kiss was consolation enough.

Marian couldn't resist a little bite as she pulled away. “Told you,” she said.

“Eh er-well..I was going to pick that one next anyway,” Copia huffed. He shifted his weight and through the bright lights he saw a curious gleam of metal in the far corner. A figure had slipped into the bar and settled behind a table, a large square-shouldered rectangle. With horns. With a metal mask.

“Omega?” Marian stammered. “What—”

There was a theatrically wicked laugh from behind them. Terzo was standing by the stage, leafing through the giant binder of songs and typing in numbers.

“You think you could keep this place a secret forever, fratellino,” Terzo sneered. The Infernal Eye gleamed in its socket. “We’re singing Super Trooper next.”

Bonus Organ Cover Of the Greatest Song Since Bach Decided to Dabble (Copia's words)

[mecchantheotaku]

Fuck it I know I got a chapter of my AU to finish but have a little thing based on this post. Consider it an extra for the AU.

Hunted twitched helplessly on the floor. It took just one mistake for him to fall off the side of that cliff. He had been dodging the pursuit of that cat that just wouldn't leave him alone, but he accidentally dodged in the wrong direction once, and this happened.

He had just gotten his breath back, but he still couldn't move. He was lucky to have survived without fatal injury.

He saw people passing by and weakly called out for help, but it looked like they didn't even notice him.

He closed his eyes and began to cry, when he was suddenly found by the person he least expected.

"Hunted? Hunted, are you... can you move?"

It was Opportunist.

"N-no... whenever I try, it feels too tense, like something's going to break..." Hunted answered, tears still falling down his face.

Opportunist then gently ran his hand down Hunted's back to make sure nothing was broken. He looked visibly scared doing this, which was unusual for him. He breathed a sigh of relief when he determined nothing was broken.

"Okay, I'm gonna pick you up. Tell me if you get that feeling again."

Opportunist picked Hunted up. Hunted gasped in pain as he was lifted, but calmed down once he was nestled in his fellow ex-voice's arms.

"I felt it a little when you lifted me. But it's better like this." Hunted said.

"Okay, I'll take you back to the apartments now. You could do with some rest." Opportunist said, walking to the apartments.

At this point, Hunted needed to speak up about Opportunist's change in demeanour.

"Why are you only now more open and honest?" Hunted asked.

He could always sense Opportunist's true feelings, but he was confused as to why he was openly showing them now.

Opportunist stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath and then spoke.

"I shouldn't talk about it here. I'll talk when we get home."

Hunted understood. It was still a public area. Opportunist would never have that sort of talk where people could hear him.

"Okay. I don't usually think this, but right now, I trust you."

---

Opportunist laid some pillows down in Hunted's 'bed' for support and then laid him down in it.

Opportunist hesitated to show vulnerability, but he sighed and spoke up.

"You know Witch, right?" He spoke.

"Yes. I know you and Hero encountered her along with Wing in that one loop. Does this involve her?" Hunted said.

"It does. I didn't want to have my back to her as we attempted to leave, but Wing insisted we go first. Something about doing right by her. I didn't want to do right by her, though. I knew she was up to no good." Opportunist explained, smiling the whole time but clearly distressed.

"And then...?" Hunted asked, in a patient tone to let Opportunist know he was listening.

Opportunist took another deep breath. It was clear he was afraid to open up.

"And then, as we were heading up, she threw us down the stairs. We broke our spine. So did she. We were stuck there, until she was taken, and we separated from Wing at the mirror." Opportunist said.

Hunted looked at Opportunist, who was still smiling despite his obvious trauma. If he could move, he'd comfort him.

"And seeing me in that state reminded you of that." Hunted said.

"It did. I... I didn't want you to go through that." Opportunist's mask was beginning to crack. He was clearly holding back tears.

Hunted spoke softly to reassure Opportunist. "It's okay to cry. You're afraid of being looked down upon. But I won't look down on you. I understand how you feel."

Opportunist began to sniffle. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"I promise."

Opportunist finally let the tears out. Hunted used whatever mobility he had to gently comfort him with his fingers.

After Opportunist had a good cry, he spoke to Hunted with genuine kindness.

"I hope you get better soon. I should let Stubborn know what happened."

"Thank you." Hunted replied.

Opportunist genuinely smiled, touched by hearing those words.

[washa]

I listened to The Summit audio (part 3) and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (Erik sleep with one eye fucking open.)

Yeah istg Porter if it’s a joke or something I will strangle you until your eyes pop out like a looney toon character. 

Damn. I’ll sit 🙏

I mean they both got beheaded. What’s with Bad vampires getting beheaded??

Again. Why are they so jabby.

HUH??? WILLIAM WHAT NOW. WHY HOW HUH????

Banishment. What other definition of banishment is there 😕 

OH SHIT HE WAS A SECRET SPY KINDA SHIT? Treasure be fucking around with a spy 😭

William is a two faced bitch confirmed?? (Jokes promise, I always thought William is such an interesting character from his first video and this proves it.)

HE ORDERED YOU TO WHAT. HOW DID YOU GET DEMON BLOOD THEN??

Oh my god he killed them for their property and money. I mean like probably not just that but still. William come on. 😕

Yes Porter, I HAVE MANY QUESTIONS?? MANY FUCKING QUESTIONS

No, I figured that. HOW DID YOU GET DEMON BLOOD PORTER?

Erik is having a FIELD DAY writing this. 

Porter i’m not saying it was wrong to kill them, but maybe don’t kill them 😊

Mmm yk what i smell, Corruption.

Holy shit there could’ve been ANOTHER Inversion??

Vincent. Vincent do you hear yourself? 

So it’s like, whoever kills each other first.

They all supported it, God this is so fucked up 😭

A fucked up game of chess, a really fucked up game of chess. 

God I’m imagining the fanfics on Ao3 after this audio.

Let’s just not become vampires. It seems so shitty. Like what fucking benefits are there. 

“Sometimes that involves killing, sometimes it doesn’t. I act in service of the House of Solaire and its interests, whatever form that takes.” Treasure. Treasure dearest. PLEASE RUN. 

LIKE DON’T GET ME WRONG, Porter is such an interesting character, I wanna pick his brain. BUT Treasure needs to BOOK IT.

Vincent.. I'm so sorry. Lovely give him a kiss and a hug. I’m imaging the audio after this, like the aftershock videos. 

I’m sorry the way he said moustache 😭 

Vincent.. VINCENT 💔 God someone don’t tell Sam too unless he knows somehow.

Thank you Porter, talk your sassy ass into his heart. 

“He loves you, Vincent. He loves you enough to not want you to get your hand dirty.” SHUT UP SHUT UP 

I’M GONNA START SOBBING 

“He knows he never should’ve turned you. You are his biggest regret.” I’m gonna throw myself off a cliff.

I’m done, I'm done, LIKE I KNEW THAT WAS HAPPENING ABOUT THE REGRET. BUT OH MY GOD DOES IT HURT LIKE A BITCH HEARING IT STRAIGHT UP.

“Play nice.” It’s giving the same energy as “Down Boy.” 

Porter.. PORTER NO 😭 god they all need therapy. All of them. 

His genuine care for Vincent, Porter, Sam, Alexis and Lovely. Questionable dad of the year check!! 

“I drove, obviously.” Porter. 😒

No actually we do have time for your past, you just made Vincent rethink his.

“That’s the story of Porter Solaire. Bad, Worse, Better.” Now is it going to be good or horrible? Again Treasure tread lightly. 

What happened Porter, What happened to you? 😕

JUMPED YOU??? Oh Porter dearest. Oh Porter.. 

NO PORTER.. PORTER. 😭

“Now that they were mine to command.” “Make the new life for myself i’ve always wanted-” Watch me scream, WATCH ME SCREAM. 

WAIT NO THE “he sees me as a friend and you as a child. HIS child” HURTS MORE. SO MUCH MORE. 

After all William did for Porter, and now Porter saw that Vincent was given everything and more but threw it away out of anger. He got mad, Because as Porter said multiple times, Vincent never felt what he felt. And to see Vincent be cared for more, even if Porter was willing to do anything for William. OH MY GOD 😭

Porter, Thank you. I’m glad you both are healing in a way.

[theoddcatlady]

We Killed Bobby Tanner

It was me, Jessie Bates, Hunter Gilch, and Gabrielle Edison. We are the reason that Bobby Tanner never returned home that Friday night ten years ago, why every year his parents send out a plea asking for their son to come home. It was us. The senior class rejects.

Jessie was a bit slow and would believe anything you told him. You could tell this boy over a dozen times that ‘gullible’ was written on the ceiling and he’d believe you each of those times.

Gabrielle was pretty popular until her sophomore year when she got gonorrhea after having sex with her cheating shitbag of a boyfriend who didn’t know how to put on a condom. He, of course, blamed her for giving it to him and it didn’t matter what the truth was after that- Gabrielle was labeled a dirty slut and became a social outcast.

Hunter was just… off. Jessie followed him around like a lost puppy, but Hunter was that kid everyone was sure was either going to one day shoot up the school or become a prolific serial killer. Casual conversations would quickly turn sadistic as he’d brag about catching squirrels and birds in traps before killing them and cutting them up. He was the leader of our lil group, probably because the rest of us didn’t have a backbone.

Me, you can pick a reason why I was picked on- I’m fat, I had a serious acne problem, I’m socially awkward and a crybaby. I was an easy target because I’d start to cry when the words got too much and that was exactly what the bullies wanted.

Bobby was one of those bullies. He was everything we weren’t- he had money, he was good looking, he thought he was pretty smart, and he was funny… at least, if you weren’t the butt end of his jokes. We usually were. The only one he didn’t really pick on was Hunter, at least, not if he didn’t have a pack of friends around him. Hunter scared him, and probably for a good reason.

It was Hunter’s idea to kill him, after all.

It was after school, we were all at Hunter’s house. His parents were never home and it was a safe place to chill. I’d just finished throwing the pizza rolls in the microwave when he came out with it.

“What’s your perfect plan to kill someone?” Hunter said, interrupting Gabrielle’s rant about our stupid English teacher Mr. Shea.

Jessie laughed while Gabrielle rolled her eyes. “Really? I don’t have one, Hunter. Because I’m not a sociopath.”

“Come on, it’s all hypothetical,” Hunter waved his hand, “Just go with it. What’s your go to plan?”

Jessie stroked his chin, which had a few scraggly hairs on it that he proudly called his ‘beard’. “Huh… I mean, I guess I’d kill them with my dad’s shotgun so he goes down for the murder? Fuck my dad,” He said.

Hunter snickered while I took a seat on the couch arm and pondered this hypothetical question. “I mean, I’d probably go for making it look like an accident. Like they fell off a cliff or a building, or the brakes in their car just gave out,” I answered.

Hunter looked genuinely impressed. “That’s actually not half bad! Come on, Gabrielle, what do you think?” He asked.

Gabrielle scoffed before she started twirling her hair- she always did that when she was thinking on something. “Oh my god, fine… I think I’d just poison the bastard? I’m not really strong, I mean, neither is Noelle, but here she is threatening to throw people off of buildings,” She elbowed my ribs teasingly.

“It’s a hypothetical question!” I threw my hands up in the air before looking down at Hunter. “Since you asked, I’m sure you already have an answer.”

“Lure them out to the woods before slicing open their throat so I can shower in their blood,” Hunter grinned menacingly and I had to suppress a shudder.

“That’s fucking gross… and would leave so much evidence, you idiot,” Gabrielle shook her head, “Actual sociopath, Hunter Gilch.”

We all laughed until Hunter brought up the next question. “Okay, who would you murder then? Say you could murder anyone and know you could get away with it. Name your picks,” He said as he crossed his arms.

I shifted uncomfortably while Gabrielle shook her head. “Too much, Hunter, too much,” She said.

“Who would you murder?” Jessie piped up with.

Hunter opened his mouth to respond when I heard the microwave beep. “Natural segue, it’s pizza rolls time!” I leaped up from the couch arm and ran into the kitchen. I did hear Hunter say he had a few possibles, but my return with the delicious snack had us completely forget about murder.

Almost.

The next week the cruelest prank was played on me. I got to my locker to see a present from a secret admirer, a box of chocolates with a sweet love letter. I was so overjoyed and I ended up enjoying two or three chocolates before class.

Chocolates that Bobby had laced with laxatives.

Just as the teacher was about to hand out the assignments, my stomach made that oh so uncomfortable gurgling sound and I had to bolt for the bathroom. I… didn’t make it. And I'd been wearing a skirt that day.

Liquid shit dripped down my legs as I scrambled for the bathroom, only to hear the cruelest laughter behind me. I looked, I saw Bobby, I saw his friends taking pictures with their phones, and I realized what happened.

I considered killing myself that night. The whole school knew what had happened. One of Bobby’s friends had texted him to let him know it was going down and that’s how he knew, and the incriminating pictures of me waddling down the hallway with a brown trail behind me spread like wildfire. I’d never live this down.

I’d already decided that I’d take all my mother’s sleeping pills and wash it down with a bottle of vodka when I heard my doorbell frantically ringing.

My mom was out so I ended up dragging myself to the door. When I opened it, there he was- Hunter. It had been raining out and he was soaking wet, gasping for breath as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Bobby. That’s who I’d fucking murder. Bobby fucking Tanner.”

I burst into tears and collapsed in Hunter’s arms.

That’s when we seriously began to plan to murder Bobby.

Jessie took no effort to convince, although I’m not sure he knew we were serious until the night it happened. Gabrielle was on the fence, but after she heard people laughing about ‘Shitstain Noelle’, she agreed to help as long as she wasn’t doing the actual killing part.

We all had a part to play. Gabrielle was the bait. Hunter and Jessie were the muscle. And I was the clean up crew.

I remember going to Jessie’s father’s home improvement shop to pick out the weapons. Jessie might’ve been dumb as a box of rocks when it came to things like school and common sense, but he knew tools. He chattered my ear off about how this certain brand of hammer was known to have its head come flying off if you used it too roughly and how this other brand was hardy and good for long term use.

Hunter picked one of those hammers and tossed it in the air. I never saw him smile quite so genuinely as he added it to the basket.

It was much more fun to actually plan the murder than commit it, at least for me. Each of us did get our own hammer, Jessie jokingly called us the hammer bros and Hunter laughed until he cried.

Gabrielle was probably the best damn bait. She made sure to approach Bobby when he was alone and actually let the bastard feel her up before saying if he wanted more, he should come with her after school. I was her back up, watching from around the corner just in case he got too much. I saw how he ogled her, he was entranced. Sure she was a slut, but she was still hot, and Bobby was still a teenage boy.

She had him drive them to the woods near Jessie’s place. We were all in position. The car pulled up and Bobby was far too focused on making out with Gabrielle to notice Hunter storming up to the car. By the time Hunter ripped the door open, it was too late for Bobby to get away.

The plan didn’t feel real until Hunter cracked the hammer against Bobby’s mouth.

Bobby screamed as Hunter dragged him out, bringing the hammer down again and again on his head. Jessie joined in and began smashing him wherever he could, but Hunter did most of the work. Jessie was more timid, he didn’t have it in him to really kill someone else.

Hunter did though. Bobby screamed and begged for him to stop. I don’t think he ever threw a punch back, he didn’t have a chance.

When he finally ceased crying and struggling, his face was a swollen, bloody mess. You couldn’t tell who he used to be. I think Hunter would’ve continued beating him if Jessie didn’t tell him it was enough. Bobby was dead.

The next part of the plan was performed mechanically. Hunter and Jessie took Bobby’s car to a deeper part of the woods where it was dismantled. Gabrielle went home. And I took care of the body, throwing it in the nearby river, tied with rocks, where it’ll never be seen again.

They sent search parties. People were dragged in for questioning. Even Hunter was, but we each other’s alibi- we were at Hunter’s house all night and he didn’t go anywhere. Probably the best stroke of luck was that Bobby didn’t tell anyone he was going out with Gabrielle. He was probably going to save the bragging for later.

People completely forgot about ‘Shitstain Noelle’ now that Bobby just up and disappeared. People talked about how he was such a good kid with such a promising future. Some rumors sprouted up about how all the pressure from his parents just made him crack and he took off to live in Florida or some shit. Other people still continued to point the finger at Hunter, saying we were just covering for him. Never really thought we participated though.

But I lied.

Bobby Tanner wasn’t dead when I took him to the river.

It came as a shock to me when I went to lift his body out of the bed of Jessie’s truck and he groaned. I nearly screamed. Somehow after being pulverized, Bobby was still alive.

I had a choice. If I dumped him in the water, he’d drown. No question about it. It was up to me now to finish the job.

Or maybe I couldn’t. Maybe when faced with the choice at the end, I just couldn’t.

Bobby was stashed under my bed. Every day when I came home from school, I expected to find him dead, but somehow he’d kept clinging onto life. I took care of him best I could with what supplies I could pick up over the counter, I fed him food turned into paste, and I’d clean up after him.

He wasn’t really… Bobby anymore. Even when his face healed, it was all crooked and puffy. I think sometime during the beating Hunter knocked one of his eyes out, because it was just gone, I don’t know what happened to it. I had to teach him how to go to the bathroom, how to eat by himself. I asked him if he remembered who I was, if he remembered Noelle.

All I got was a blank stare.

Bobby went with me to my new place when I moved out of my mother’s house. I taught him how to be quiet and stay still in the trunk I’d keep him in. During the day he knew to hide under the bed, when I got home from work he’d always give me a hug before lying down on the couch. He knew not to be seen, he listened to whatever I said. It was like having a son.

I never told the others. After the murder we just… grew apart. Things weren’t the same. Hunter was more manic and morbid than ever, Jessie became quiet and threw himself into work at his father’s shop, and Gabrielle…

Gabrielle couldn’t live with what we did. She hung herself about three months after our group murder. It was too much for her. I wish I told her at least that we didn’t kill Bobby. It’s probably the only reason the guilt hasn’t consumed me either.

But maybe I shouldn’t have kept him alive, either.

Like I said, it’s been ten years. Bobby’s made leaps and strides in taking care of himself, he can even heat up leftovers in the microwave. For the longest time, he was a blank slate. I was his Noelle, the woman taking care of him. His only friend. The world outside was a bad place, was the reason he lost himself.

Last week I left out some old things while doing some spring cleaning. Most importantly, I left out a book of pictures. I came back home to see Bobby staring at a picture of my friends. I asked him what he was doing and he just shrugged and I thought that was that. He didn’t have his memories, after all.

Well that picture knocked something loose. I came home today to find Bobby was gone, with that picture torn up in little shreds. Sometime that afternoon someone broke into the home improvement store that Jessie still worked at and beat him to death with one of the hammers.

I’m trying to get in contact with Hunter now, I know he still lives in the state but we haven’t spoken in years.

I just hope I’m not too late.