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aliciameade · 5 years

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Ready Or Not

Title: Ready Or Not Author: aliciameade Rating: E for Every Lady Gets an Orgasm Pairing: Beca/Chloe Summary: AND THEY WERE QUARANTINED.

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It’s funny, Beca thinks, how you can live with someone for years going about your separate but intertwined lives that when your government tells you to stay inside, to only socialize with the people you share a home with, how quickly things can change.

“Chloe, will you please turn off the news? I can’t listen to that idiot anymore.”

“Sorry; it’s like a train wreck. I can’t look away.” Chloe finds the remote in the cushions of the couch and changes the channel to the E! Network.

The news isn’t much different there; they’re showing videos celebrities have posted on social media about how bored they are or singing off-key versions of ‘Imagine’ to try to uplift the public only for the anchors, two of them standing six-feet apart, to debate whether or not such things are in poor taste.

“Are we supposed to feel bad for these multi-millionaires being stuck in their mansions with their huge yards and private swimming pools?” is the point being argued.

“Yeah, boohoo,” Beca says as she drops onto the couch next to Chloe. She’d gone to the kitchen to get a new bag of chips but managed to make a healthier decision and came back with a bowl of grapes instead. “We don’t even have a pool.”

“But at least we don’t have a bathtub in our kitchen anymore,” Chloe says as she helps herself to a few of Beca’s grapes.

Beca nods in response. This whole social distancing thing would have been a lot more irritating if it had happened last year when she and Chloe shared an impossibly small studio apartment (if you could even call it that) with Fat Amy. The thought of being locked in that space for weeks makes Beca’s skin crawl. She loves Amy, but she is not the tidiest or quietest of roommates.

She glances at Chloe, fresh-faced and hair damp after the shower she just took, tucked into her couch-nest with a fuzzy blanket and thinks there are about a million worse scenarios she could be stuck in than this one.

It had been nice to get that paycheck from Khaled’s record label. It had been just as nice for Amy to get access to the hundred-plus million dollars she somehow had. They were able to part ways without the guilt and drama Amy was prone to when asked to take responsibility for something. She’d been eager to drop a cool ten million on a house in the South of France. It made Beca’s job of breaking the news that she wouldn’t be renewing their lease a lot easier.

She’s still not quite sure how it happened, though. Maybe it was because Chloe was the only one who didn’t suddenly have an unnecessary amount of money at her disposal. Maybe it was because their orbits were always drawn to one another.

But when Beca moved to Los Angeles and bought a house, Chloe rush-applied to area veterinary schools to beat the looming application deadlines and managed to get into one.

They hadn’t even really discussed it. “Beca moving to LA” was inclusive of “Chloe moving to LA to live with Beca.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t post that video of us playing catch out back,” Beca says as they watch the debate about people who are privileged and whether they are out of touch with reality or if hardship and inconvenience is relative.

“Maybe not,” Chloe agrees.

It’s not that Beca thinks she’d ever show up as a debate topic on tabloid television, but she’d rather not risk it.

“What do you want to do today? And don’t say Monopoly,” she adds as soon as Chloe’s mouth opens to answer.

Chloe immediately whines. “But I want us to play!”

“And I want us to still be friends when this is over,” Beca says with a biting, sarcastic smile.

“Ooh, I know!” Chloe says, unfazed by Beca’s rejection. “Let’s get drunk!”

“That’s not really an activity…” Beca says but she knows she’s going to lose this debate.

Chloe’s already detangling herself from her blanket and heading toward the kitchen. “If getting drunk at 3:00 in the afternoon isn’t acceptable during a viral pandemic, then when is it?”

Beca just shakes her head. She’s opposed to the idea, it’s just that Chloe is so...Chloe.

Chloe who usually gets her way, not because she’s a good negotiator but because Beca finds it almost impossible to tell her ‘no.’ (Activities that would lead to contempt and arguing like a game of Monopoly are exceptions.)

“Beer or wine?” Chloe calls from the other room.

“I don’t care,” Beca yells back. If there’s one thing they stocked up on far more than she knows was necessary, it was alcohol.

She should have made a choice. She knows better. When Chloe returns, she’s holding a bottle of expensive tequila, a shot glass nestled in one of two tumblers, and a plastic bowl of ice.

“Oh, whoa, seriously?” she says as Chloe sets her wares down on the smooth black coffee table with a smile. Shots of tequila weren’t exactly what Beca had in mind.

“Calm down, I have to make another trip. I’m making margaritas.”

Not that she wouldn’t have done them if that had been Chloe’s intention.

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“You know what we should do?”

Beca looks down at Chloe who’s using Beca’s leg as a pillow. “Hmm?”

“We should play hide-and-seek!”

Beca’s not sure what she expected Chloe to propose, but it definitely wasn’t that. “Dude, what?”

“Yeah!” Chloe says, suddenly full of energy after dozing on the couch for a few minutes. She scrambles to sit up. “Come on; it’ll be fun!”

All she can do is stare at her and her dumb, pretty face. “Fine,” she relents (much too easily).

Chloe squeals and immediately covers her eyes with her hands. “I’ll count to 100. Go.”

Beca’s reluctant agreement morphs into nervous adrenaline as soon as Chloe begins counting and she leaps off the couch, stumbling when her foot gets caught in Chloe’s blanket.

She hears Chloe laugh through her numbers and realizes Chloe can hear her route. She mutes her steps, creeping quickly but quietly away as her mind races for the optimal hiding spot.

Then she’s got it.

She walks as lightly as she can through the house until she’s taking the stairs two at a time to get to what will eventually be an office or study (she hates herself a little that she bought a house that will have a study in it). It’s still empty save for a few dozen books on the shelves, some of them novels, some of them old textbooks. The room has a closet and when Beca had been scoping out good storage spots in the house for things like seasonal decorations, she’d found what was arguably a creepy-as-fuck hidden door in the wall of the closet.

She never got around to telling Chloe about it; she’d been at a day-long lab that Beca didn’t want to interrupt with a text and then she promptly forgot about it.

Until now.

She creeps through the second floor, wincing when she hits a squeaky floorboard in the hallway. The rest of her journey is silent, though, and she pops open the push-latch door to slip inside and close it behind her.

She can hear Chloe’s voice faintly yelling, “Ready or not, here I come!” and regrets not bringing her phone with her.

There’s no way Chloe’s going to find her any time soon. Plus, it’s pitch-dark.

Chloe’s voice echoes around the house, taunting Beca as she searches downstairs. It makes Beca snicker because Chloe is way, way off until she can tell she’s making her way up the stairs.

“You could at least make it difficult for me,” Chloe says somewhere in the hallway, still taunting as if it will goad Beca into revealing herself.

She can hear her opening and closing closet doors in the hall and the other rooms but she remains confident even when she can hear Chloe’s voice quite clearly from the study a few feet away.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Chloe sing-songs and Beca hates that it makes her anxious. Her voice is louder like she’s just outside the door that Chloe doesn’t even know exists when it suddenly pops open, blinding Beca with a flood of light.

“Gotcha!” Chloe says with a jump of victory but Beca’s too quick for her, something her petite stature is good for.

She scrambles out of the closet and past Chloe. “You didn’t tag me!” she yells, grinning as she launches into a full sprint, nearly sliding down the stairs to make it back to the couch in time.

“We didn’t declare a home base!” Chloe shrieks behind her and Beca can hear her running, too.

“It’s the couch!”

“Not fair!” Chloe yells and Beca hears her on the steps.

It makes her launch herself onto the couch, right over the arm of it and she scrambles for the blanket to hide under even though she’s already safe; it’s silly adrenaline and she can’t stop smiling as she hears Chloe in a full-out run through the living room.

“No!” Her cry of defeat is nearly a wail and Beca’s still savoring victory when the wind is nearly knocked out of her.

“Dude!” she says when Chloe lands right on top of her. “I made it back, you can’t tag me!”

She fights to hang on to the blanket as Chloe tugs it away until it’s off her face, leaving Beca to sputter and try to blow hair out of her eyes. She stops when she sees Chloe above her, face flushed from excitement and exertion smiling down at her. But the smile is fading, bit by bit, into something else and it feels like the air around them shifts.

“You cheated,” Chloe says.

Beca has to swallow the sudden lump in her throat. “Not my fault you don’t know the rules.”

She keeps waiting for Chloe to move off her and let her up, to tell her it’s Beca’s turn to count and Chloe’s turn to hide, but instead, Chloe seems to get heavier, to press Beca further into the couch beneath her.

An eternity seems to pass. She struggles to keep her gaze steady; it’s hard to hold eye contact with Chloe in a normal setting: they’re so bright and full of life. It’s a relief when Chloe’s are the first to break eye contact but only until Beca realizes Chloe’s focus shifted, albeit briefly, to her lips.

Her heart had been racing from the excitement of the game and the thrill of the win but suddenly it’s for an entirely different reason.

When Chloe looks up again Beca can’t help but let her own eyes flick down, almost feeling like if Chloe was allowed to, Beca should be allowed to, too. It’s subconscious for Beca to wet her lips when she sees the way Chloe’s are parted the tiniest bit.

Her mind races as quickly as her heart. She’s thought about this so many times over their decade of friendship. The way they’ve always danced around each other (while still dancing with each other all the time). How it wasn’t even up for debate that Chloe would move to Los Angeles, too. How she didn’t hesitate to put the house in both their names, not just her own. How she’s been a little bit (a lot) in love with her friend for so many years.

She wonders if Chloe’s moving closer or if it’s her imagination. If she is, she’s moving so slowly it’s almost indiscernible, but her eyes keep flicking down and back up. It’s excruciating to wait to find out what is about to happen. What Beca thinks is about to happen.

What Beca decides to make happen as she lifts her head and presses her lips to Chloe’s.

It’s another eternal moment but it passes in the blink of an eye.

There’s some kind of sound from Chloe, maybe a whimper?, and Beca’s not quite finished regretting her actions that will surely make things super weird between them when Chloe’s tongue slips across her lips and into Beca’s mouth.

It shouldn’t happen so fast. It shouldn’t be so natural for Beca to tilt her head to the left just as Chloe tilts hers. She shouldn’t feel so hot so quickly; Chloe helps as much as she contributes to it, suddenly tugging at the blanket between them to let it fall to the floor. It gives Beca a second of cool air before Chloe’s body is on her instead. It shouldn’t be so mindless for her to twist her hips and part her knees so Chloe can fit against her more comfortably.

It shouldn’t be a lot of things, but Beca stops listing off all the things it shouldn’t be in favor of all the things it is.

Like how desperate and heated their kiss has become. How Chloe doesn’t seem to know what to do with her hands since this began in a slightly awkward position but doesn’t quite want to stop to rearrange herself so instead her fingers bury themselves in Beca’s hair.

Beca doesn’t have the same problem. Her hands are free to roam, and she lets them roam.

Chloe’s back is solid beneath her hands. She can feel it every time Chloe takes a breath. They’re uneven and deep and in synch with Beca’s because the only chance they have to take in air is when Chloe lifts her mouth from Beca’s. Even the few seconds they spare for oxygen feel like too much time apart for Beca and she finds herself chasing Chloe’s lips even though they’re both breathing hard.

She catches Chloe off-guard, cutting into their oxygen break with her tongue. She’s thought endlessly of what it would be like to frame Chloe’s perfect face with her hands, tilt it to the angle she wants, and keep her there to make her submit to whatever Beca wants to do to her mouth.

The moan that escapes Chloe when Beca does just that, tongue pushing far into Chloe’s mouth to explore before retreating to start licking over Chloe’s makes a sound escape Beca, too.

It’s as though the mutual audible release is gasoline to a lit match.

Chloe’s entire body shifts forward into Beca and it makes Beca moan again and give up the brief control she had as Chloe kisses her so hard her head presses uncomfortably against the arm of the couch. Her neck is going to be killing her tomorrow but she doesn’t care. There’s only one thing aching right now and it’s between her legs where Chloe’s hips are resting, though they’re hardly at rest.

Beca doesn’t know at what point they started moving together but her hips are lifting to meet Chloe’s every time Chloe’s rock forward into her.

She parts her knees further until she finally just gives in and hooks her left leg, the one not pinned against the back of the couch, around Chloe’s waist.

She hears her name on Chloe’s lips, an exhale between kisses that somehow keep getting hotter and wetter...just like she is elsewhere. Chloe’s hips shift their angle; it’s subtle but the difference is immense and the moan that escapes Beca when Chloe rocks into her in the exact right place is almost embarrassing.

She doesn’t have time for embarrassment, though. Not when Chloe pulls back from the kiss to look down at her. Her slow, steady pace doesn’t let up, though, and Beca knows she just wants to see Beca’s face while she does it. She knows because if their roles were reversed, she’d want to see Chloe’s reaction, too.

It’s intense to be watched this way. She wonders if Chloe is fully aware of just how much she’s affecting Beca, if she’s thinking about how far this could go or how quickly. If she wants it to.

The way she’s looking down at Beca, though, her eyes dark as she finally starts to adjust herself so her arms aren’t trapped, tell Beca Chloe isn’t thinking about stopping.

Beca’s fine with that.

She moves with Chloe, both of them shifting down on the couch so Beca’s neck isn’t stuck at a terrible angle and so Chloe can finally prop herself up on an elbow. She watches—and feels—Chloe’s hand ease out of her hair, fingertips drifting along Beca’s cheek and jawline to her neck. They stroke softly there, along her throat and Beca swallows. Chloe’s watching so intently, both where her fingers travel and how Beca responds to them.

She wants to ask for more but isn’t quite sure. Isn’t quite sure if this is cabin fever and a brief (it has been anything but brief) make-out session between bored, tipsy close friends. Isn’t quite sure what it will mean for them if she lets go of what little self-control she’s maintaining and rocks herself into Chloe until she comes.

She lets her own hands roam again, beyond Chloe’s back and neck and shoulders and hair to her throat, mirroring with both hands how Chloe’s fingers are touching her. Her skin is hot beneath Beca’s fingers and she can feel under her jaw the way her heart is pounding. She can feel how she swallows when Beca’s fingers find the dip between her clavicles and how her breathing speeds up after easing during their momentary break from kissing as Beca’s fingernails trace along the smooth skin along her décolletage. There’s so much of it on display.

Chloe’s touch is now following Beca’s, drawing lines and circles along the edge of her V-neck tee.

Beca gets stuck, though; Chloe’s skin feels so nice under her fingers and she’s never touched her, not like this, along the lines of her collar bones and the tendons in her neck and the slight dip that will give way to cleavage if she were to follow it. She gets stuck but Chloe doesn’t. Chloe’s touch finally breaks past the collar of Beca’s shirt to travel lower, over the thin material. It only takes a second or two before her fingers are grazing over the curve of Beca’s left breast.

Beca’s entire body tries to arch into it, a reaction that makes Chloe’s jaw drop, which is the last thing Beca sees before her eyes close when Chloe leans down to start kissing her again.

She whines a little, starting to feel desperate (an understatement) for release.

The sound seems to spur Chloe on, her kiss quickly returning to the deep, passionate exchanges they’ve been sharing. The hand at Beca’s breast gets more daring, more exploratory and Beca knows when Chloe finds its peak, not because she feels it (God, she feels it) but because Chloe’s touch slows, circling the surely visible rise.

Beca’s hands just fall away from Chloe, not because she doesn’t want to touch her but because her brain’s ability to do more than one thing at a time is being reduced. Meeting Chloe’s tongue and lips and pushing her hips into her, again and again, is about all she can manage.

Chloe must read her mini-collapse as further surrender (it was, really) because her exploratory touch, circling Beca’s nipple again and again with the edge of her fingernail, suddenly changes. Her fingers close against it and Beca’s thin bra and shirt might as well be nonexistent for as much as she feels it. Beca groans and her hips throw themselves up into Chloe with needy force and Chloe echoes her, pushing into Beca harder, her pace suddenly increasing.

It’s so difficult to breathe with Chloe’s tongue filling her mouth again and again but Beca’s ready to suffocate before she gives it up.

She also knows she’s going to come. Soon. She’s resigned herself to it and will deal with the consequences later; she feels she has a solid defense: Chloe tonguefucking her mouth the way she has been is a pretty stellar excuse.

She doesn’t know where the fuck she learned to kiss like this, but Beca is so, so grateful.

She can hear herself moaning, can hear how often it’s happening. She can hear Chloe, too, and the sound is turning Beca on almost as much as the way Chloe’s touching her.

The incessant attention to her nipple disappears and she whines in protest but all Chloe does is shush her and then kiss her more deeply. She feels Chloe’s hand on her stomach and sucks it in not out of vanity but because it almost tickles. But her hand is steady; it doesn’t linger to risk bumping into what are Beca’s few ticklish spots (Chloe knows them well). It moves confidently lower and Beca gasps when she feels her fingertips move over the waistband of her leggings because there’s only one reason Chloe’s hand would be moving in that direction.

The sound she makes when Chloe’s fingers graze between her legs, over the thin, form-fitting material of her pants, is obscene.

It makes Chloe’s mouth rip away from hers. “Fuck, Bec, you’re so wet.”

Beca hadn’t thought of that; she hadn’t thought about the fact that she was in leggings and nothing else because why did she need to be for a day of lounging around and what would happen if she ended up grinding with Chloe on the couch.

If Chloe means for her to respond she doesn’t give her enough time to do so. Her mouth is on Beca’s again to swallow Beca’s pitiful groan as fingers press down firmly against her. Now she can feel what Chloe felt, the soaked fabric slipping against her body with every lift of her hips.

As suddenly as Chloe cut her off her kiss ends again and Beca watches her lift herself a little higher; she wonders what she’s doing until she realizes Chloe’s not looking at her.

Well, not looking at her face, anyway.

Her focus now is between their bodies, specifically between Beca’s legs where her fingers are starting to rub and stroke, cutting the time Beca knows she has to wait to come in half, if not more.

She tries to say Chloe’s name but it gets caught in her throat when Chloe shifts from watching, awestruck, as her fingers touch Beca to dropping her hips to pin her hand between them and against Beca.

She moans in Beca’s ear, not quite making it back to her mouth. Beca knows her supporting arm has to be tired but Chloe not stopping is so hot and sexy. Her own arms finally work and she yanks them out from between their bodies to wrap them around Chloe, to run them up her back and into her hair to hold on.

She has to hold on because Chloe’s hips are bucking into her like she’s really fucking her (and she is really fucking her) and the urgency of her moans and gasping breaths in Beca’s ear make it register that not only is she fucking Beca now, with her hand where it is, she’s fucking herself, rutting against the back of her own hand.

It’s hard and fast now; there’s no teasing or precision touching. It’s contact and friction and neither of them need more than that.

Beca’s first to slip, the nonstop assault on her senses becoming too overwhelming. Chloe moaning in her ear on the verge of ecstasy. Chloe’s hips and Chloe’s fingers grinding and rocking against her. The now phantom memories of Chloe’s tongue twisting around Beca’s and fingertips pinching and rubbing her nipple.

She holds on, not thinking about whether or not her fingernails are scratching Chloe’s shoulders or if she’s pulling too hard on her hair, as her body rocks into an orgasm she’s been waiting to experience for ten years.

She hears Chloe and knows they’re coming together, an uncoordinated yet simultaneous release of energy and stress and tension that somehow increases in intensity as it unfurls between them until there’s what could be a sob in her ear. It’s not, though; it’s just Chloe coming down from her orgasm.

Something Beca never, ever thought she would actually bear witness to.

Chloe’s body is heavy on hers, no longer holding herself up at all but Beca doesn’t care. She just pushes Chloe’s hair out of her face and over Chloe’s shoulder so she can turn her head and put her mouth on Chloe’s heated neck, immediately sucking a mark into it. Everything feels so primal, so raw, even in the increasing afterglow but she’s spent.

She’s so, so spent.

If Chloe’s delay in moving at all, in any way other than her fingers which are still rubbing against Beca, is any indicator, she’s spent, too.

There’s a long, heavy sigh in her ear and Beca releases freshly purpled skin and feels her body fully sag into the couch, Chloe’s pleasant weight keeping her from floating away.

Chloe does start to move after a few minutes of quiet sighs and slow, sometimes chaste, sometimes sensual kisses and when she finally removes her hand its absence leaves Beca feeling cold and needy, despite what just happened.

“Bec—” Chloe starts and something about her faces tells Beca she’s about to apologize or in some way dismiss what just happened.

“That was amazing,” Beca says to interrupt whatever Chloe might have been thinking about saying.

A smile of relief breaks on Chloe’s flushed face and she drops down to kiss Beca again, hard and happy before she’s pulling away with finality. They’re a fair bit entangled and they’re both laughing by the time Chloe tiredly gets back onto her knees to fall back onto her ass at the other end of the couch.

She doesn’t offer Beca a helping hand to sit up, but Beca honestly doesn’t blame her. Chloe just did all the work; it’s the least she can do to push herself up until they’re sitting, both still red-faced and not quite breathing normally, on opposite ends of the couch.

“Just...give me a minute,” Chloe says before her head lolls back to rest on the couch and her eyes close.

Beca gives her the minute and uses it to take in her appearance: the flush of pink on her chest, the hardness of her nipples, the (Beca can’t help but look with curiosity) obvious dark patch between her legs on the gray sweatpants she’s wearing.

The need to touch—and taste—Chloe is suddenly overwhelming. She’s about to make her move when Chloe lifts her head, eyes sparkling and clear and a smile starts spreading across her features. There’s tension in her limbs and Beca wonders if Chloe is still as turned on as she is.

“Tag,” Chloe says, suddenly reaching out to slap her hand against Beca’s foot before bolting off the couch and heading for the stairs. “You’re it!”

Beca’s dumbfounded for several seconds until she bursts out laughing. It’s a different kind of release than she just experienced, one of pure joy. “I’m giving you 60 seconds!”

“I gave you 100!” echoes back to her.

“I can’t wait that long,” she says to herself. She hopes Chloe’s not actually hiding; she hopes she’s going to one of their bedrooms so they can keep doing what they’ve started.

She knows their future is unknown in many ways, what this means for their friendship, for their relationship with one another. She doesn’t know how much longer they’ll be required to spend all day, every day inside together.

But, she thinks as she finally makes it to the top of the stairs and to her room to find Chloe sitting in the middle of her bed half-naked in only a bra and panties, they have plenty of activities to pass the time.

The End

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wolfygirl1900 · 3 years

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My Guardian Crow

Chapter two

Kara set Itachi up in a guest room near her own and began to treat his wounds. he had multiple cuts and bruises. she sighed slightly seeing that his eye sockets were unfortunately still bleeding quite a bit. she cleaned off the blood as much as she could and said softly. "I'm going to go and get you some new eyes, you sleep for awhi--"

"KARA!!!!" A loud deep voice called and made her flinch.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to leave a clone with you though," she said, and making a hand seal quickly she made a shadow clone and went to see her father. she gulped nervously and saw the long-haired redhead male.

"hi papa," she said and looked up at him sheepishly seeing those ruby eyes glaring down at her. "I can explain."

"then start," he said folding his arms. kara swallowed again and watched him. her father was very tall, about six feet tall with knee-length bright red hair like hers and ruby red eyes.

"he's badly injured and near-death... Someone also took his eyes and... Papa, I didn't sense even a cell of malice inside him... Please let me help?" She rambled and gulped.

Her father sighed and looked into his daughter's deep green eyes. "Alright, he may stay for as long as he needs..." He said and flinched at her excited squeaks. "however, if he hurts you, I want him gone."

"But Papa, what if it's accidentally?" She pointed out and gave him a cute pout he could rarely resist.

He sighed a little defeated and replied. "Fine, if he purposely hurts you, he's out, got it, Kara?"

She grinned and hugged him tightly. "thanks, Papa. I love you." She said and kissed his stubbled cheek before turning and running back to Itachi. "My dad said you can stay for as long as you want."

"want or need?" He asked and let her see a little smirk. "your dad isn't the quietest man, I've already noticed."

She laughed slightly out of nervousness and said. "Okay, he said you can stay as long as you need to."

Itachi nodded and smiled. "That's better." He praised teasingly and relaxed. "Now tell me your little plan to get those eyes..."

She thought for a moment and said. "at first I was thinking that maybe I could go in disguise but... I think someone would figure it out quick...."

He nodded and said. "there are many shinobi there who are very skilled in sensory type Jutsu... So a simple transformation would be pointless..."

She nodded and said. "I kind of figured... My only other idea was using my dragon sage training and transforming into my dragon form."

"you can turn into a dragon?" He asked amused and turned his head to her voice curiously.

"Yeah, I'll even show you after I get your eyes." She said and smiled at him. "it's all black so I think maybe if I stick to the shadows, I won't be seen or noticed as easily."

"you'll have to show me your dragon form when I get my new eyes." he said and smiled. "but that seems like a good idea, however you'll need to hide your chakra just in case."

she nodded and touched his hand gently. "I know, Itachi. I've done stealth missions before," she said softly and smiled at him. "I'll be okay, I promise."

he seemed unsure for a moment and squeezed her hand softly. "if you run into any trouble, use a signal for my friend, Kisame." he said seriously and paused as a small crow landed on the window sill.

kara looked at it curiously and then back at him. "one of yours?"

he nodded and lifted his free hand so the young crow could come closer. "her name is Misora. Kisame helped me nurse her back to health in secret at one of our old bases and now she's bonded with us both."

kara nodded and teased kindly. "who would have known two Akatsuki would have soft spots?" she stroked Misora gently noticing how softly her feathers were and smiled as she was gently nibbled on. "so she'll get Kisame for me if I run into any problems?"

he nodded and set her on the redhead's shoulder. "yes and be careful, both of you, please?" he asked and scrunched his brows together worriedly.

"we'll be careful, Itachi," she promised and leaned down kissing his cheek gently. "I'll have some of the clan doctors check on you and they'll be able to treat your wounds more... and they'll be able to transplant your new eyes." her stomach fluttered as she looked down at him and swallowed a little bit.

he nodded light pink tinting his cheeks before he looked away and said. "alright, be back soon, or I'll send a message to Kisame if you're not back in a couple of days.... and Danzo's headquarters are underneath the Hokage's mansion."

she smiled a little bit seeing the light blush on him before he hid it with his bangs. "sounds fair, ponytail." she said and stood. she got ready and pet the little crow before grabbing her sword ring and left after taking care of his medical needs.

the flight to the village didn't take long, just a few hours and she was able to sneak in easily. she found a dark spot to land and changed to her human form. she found where she had to go and set Misora in a tree nearby. she stroked the bird gently and whispered. "if I don't come out in about ten or twenty minutes, you can go get your friend, okay?"

Misora nibbled her fingers gently and nodded slowly in understanding. kara pulled her hood up tucking her red hair into it and put on a similar mask to what the people going in and out she had seen so far. it was a simple oni mask, red and white with touches of gold around the teeth and horns.

she took a deep breath and came out of her hiding spot. she checked her surroundings before walking in and cautiously and bravely searched the place. it was cold as ice and so much like a maze. it must be to confuse intruders... not bad. she thought to herself as she kept walking and swallowed slightly. she soon found a locked room labeled private and prayed there wasn't anything too disgusting in there. she checked the hallway; it seemed pretty empty and took a deep breath again quietly. there was a pit in her stomach as she knelt and picked the lock. she kept looking around to make sure she wasn't caught. she smirked a little to herself when it unlocked quickly and tiptoed in. she closed the door behind herself and flipped the switch on. she looked around and raised her brows surprised, shocked and a little disgusted.

there were several shelves full of Sharingan in jars and they all smelled of formaldehyde causing her to gag slightly. she took out her sealing scrolls and sealed three jars of eyes into it rolling it back up quickly when she heard voices coming near the room. she found a vent she could use to escape and quickly turned the lights off. she made her way to the vent and quickly opened it before climbing in and closing it. she crawled through as quickly and quietly as possible and found another vent looking through it to make sure it was safe. she opened it and hopped down. she smirked confidently after finding the front door but quickly got serious when an alarm went off.

she bolted to the door and made it out. but that didn't mean she could stop running. her body kept going, pushing her harder to get away as quickly as possible. her only thoughts were of Itachi and being able to be seen by him, making her heart flutter in her chest. she ditched her mask and kept going before running into someone. they both went down falling on their butts and she sat up rubbing her head. "ow..." she groaned and looked to see a blonde boy that was about her age and dress in orange and black.

"Hey, what's the big idea?" he growled rubbing his head and paused hearing running footsteps approaching. Kara flinched before she could answer and looked back hearing voices to see the guys from the underground place.

"hey are you in trouble or something?" he asked and stood when she nodded.

"I was getting something to help my friend," she said quickly and stood next to him slightly as the group stopped in front of them. she bit her lip hoping she'd be able to go back home to Itachi and looked at Naruto for help. Naruto smiled at her and nodded to her silent request.

the blonde did a hand sign for the ram seal and soon the group of five masked men was outnumbered by seven shadow clones. she widened her eyes slightly but smiled at him gratefully before getting ready to fight them as well.

Kara lifted her right hand and said calmly focusing her chakra into her ring. "Growl, Hayjo." her sword ring glowed brightly and a katana with a red and black hilt appeared in her hand. it rang and vibrated as if celebrating.

The blonde charged forward with his clones and Kara blocked an attack with her sword. She focused her chakra into the blade and muttered slightly. "Mumyo Jinpu Ryu Satsujin ken... Shinkiro."

A thick dark red fog surrounded her and the green and white-masked shinobi and she disappeared into it. several oni demons formed from the bloody fog and lunged at him. some had chipped swords and some had rusty butcher knives. kara swallowed and tried to focus. this genjutsu made her feel cold.... hateful.... she knew better than to give into it but it was oh so tempting to give in to the darkness and just kill anyone who got in her way.

She watched from nearby as the masked male slashed at the genjutsu demons and stepped behind him hitting the nape of his neck with the blunt side of her sword. She watched as he collapsed and sighed as the genjutsu released. She looked at the blonde male she had previously run into and frowned slightly seeing blood coming from his leg. "You're injured..." She said and went to his side.

She looked at the deep leg wound and the shallow cheek scratch and frowned. She helped him up and away from the unconscious group and to what looked like a park. She pushed her hood off letting her long hair down, the soft curls framing her faces, and grabbed a section of her shirt cutting it and ripping it into strips. she also took her belt off and sat up on her knees. guilt filled her gut and she couldn't think of any other way to make it up to him.

"You don't have to--ow!!" He began to argue and winced when she began to tie the belt around his leg as a tourniquet.

"shut up and let me focus, please?" she asked and looked up at him, green eyes meeting blue. "you're hurt because of me."

before the blonde could argue anymore, a pair of voices began to call his name which appeared to be Naruto. kara looked at the pair briefly and concentrated on his wound.

a girl with chin-length pink hair in a red shirt, pink skirt, and black mid-thigh shorts stopped by them and panted with her hands on her knees. "Ino said she saw you getting into some sort of fight.... also who is this?" she said and looked at kara who was more focused on treating the wound than anything else.

"oh, yeah. they were chasing her and I thought that I should help her, ya know?" he said and looked at her as she finished. "what is your name anyway?"

"Kara," she answered and sat next to him as she leaned over undoing the belt.

"you were running from ROOT men, what did you do if I may ask?" the other male asked her.

Kara looked at him studying his features. he was tall, very pale with black hair. he wore a long sleeve black crop and matching black pants. "I had to get something to help my friend..." she answered making sure she still had her scroll.

"what was it anyway?" naruto asked and watched her curiously.

she hesitated a little bit and said. "special eyes. he... someone took his eyes so I needed to get some that were like his old ones."

the pale boy blinked a little bit and said. "your friend needs Sharingan.... that means you must know Sasuke."

she raised an eyebrow for a moment and blinked slightly as naruto and the pinkette began to bombard her with questions too quick for her to answer. "I don't know who that is..." she said honestly and saw their faces fall.

she looked at naruto since he seemed the saddest of the three and asked. "did something happen to your friend?"

Naruto looked at her and sighed a little bit. he told her everything and had to stop to swallow a few times. the entire time she couldn't help thinking about Itachi and how he must have felt fighting with his brother.

kara listened and slowly hugged his shoulders. "you'll get him back, naruto... you might just have to kick his ass to get him to realize that the darkness is not the way to go." she said softly and gave him an encouraging smile.

she gasped a little bit when he hugged her back tightly and gave her a grin. "thanks for believing me."

"you're welcome, Naru-Kun," she said smiling softly and paused when Misora landed on his good knee. she looked up to see a very tall blue-skinned man staring at her and the others.

"well, it seems the little birdy led me to the nine tails and his little friends," he said in a deep quiet voice. it held a silkiness and a dark tint to it.... but kara also noticed that it was a little raspy as if he normally didn't talk much.

Misora turned to him and cawed in a disapproving tone and then hopped onto kara's shoulder nuzzling her cheek and nibbling on her.

kara smiled softly at the affection and stood. she saw the others get into fighting stances. she made naruto sit since he was injured and said. "it's okay, guys. he's um... a friend of my friend."

she walked up to the shark man and set Misora on his shoulder. she turned back and gave naruto a tight hug. "good luck getting your friend back, Naruto. I know you can do it." she said softly in his ear and smiled softly feeling him hug back. he reminded her of her brother and it made her feel warm and safe.

"heh, don't you worry about me. I'll get him back even if I have to kick his ass, believe it!" he boasted beaming at her and gave her a thumbs-up as she pulled away.

kara giggled a little bit and went back to Kisame. "have you ever ridden on a dragon before?" she asked him and smiled a little after receiving a confused brow raise just for a moment.

she took a deep breath for a moment focusing her chakra and transformed into her dragon form. she fairly large, larger than most houses but smaller than most tailed beasts.

her scales were pitch black and shiny as if freshly polished. she stretched her elongated body and scaly bat-like wings and shook her mane of black silky fur. she looked down at Kisame with red slitted eyes and smiled a little bit. "don't worry, I don't eat sharks." she teased and crouched on all fours for him to get on purring happily.

Kisame had to admit he was pretty surprised by the dragon girl but decided that if Itachi and Misora trusted her, he'd try to give her a chance.

he got on carefully and paused as samehada chattered and purred at the potential new meal. he patted the sword's hilt gently and debated on whether or not to feed her to the living sword if she did hurt his friend.

kara took off and flew back home. she was a little more relaxed now that she had gotten the new eyes and it showed through her soft purring.

her purrs sounded like a cross between a cat's and a lizard's, low and rumbling. Kisame noted and watched her.

"you know I have to ask... who are you and how does Misora know you?" he asked and waited.

"my name is Kara Muramasa and Itachi sent me to the leaf village to get him something and told Misora to go with me in case I ran into trouble." she said and looked back at him. "he told Misora to get you if I needed help."

he widened his eyes a fraction and smirked a little bit. "It seems the son of a bitch is harder to kill than some thought.... and how did you meet Itachi?"

she explained the whole story, which wasn't that long, and looked back at him. "....now here we are," she said and smiled.

he listened patiently and nodded. "I see... thank you for taking care of him."

she smiled and said. "you can stay with us too if you'd like. I can tell he means a lot to you."

Kisame blushed just a little and hid half his face with her coat. "because he's my best friend and brother.... almost any way."

she smiled and kept flying in silence purring softly again. "we'll be there soon." she said and smiled.

he craned his neck and leaned this way and that to see the compound and village before they landed. "it looks very nice."

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Losing and Winning: A Story of Grief, Love, and Potential Mistakes- Spencer Reid Imagine (Criminal Minds)

Title: Losing and Winning: A Story of Grief, Love, and Potential Mistakes

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Word Count: 2,117 words

Requested: Nope but please send in some requests!

Warning(s): Dealing with death of a relative, awkwardness, insecurities

Summary: Everyone on the team has cases that hit close to home. (Y/n) never thought a case could hurt so much. Emotions are jumbled up in (Y/n)’s mind and every nerve is on end. Nothing is perfect... but everything has gone completely wrong.

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I was always thankful for the team. I always tried to remember how kind they were to me. Especially when Derek took my paperwork away as a way to help me. They had all been checking on me. It was sweet but it was also giving me a bit of a headache.

All of us had been involved in cases that hit close to home. This was a whole different level. We had originally jumped on this case when I found out that my sister was one of the kidnapped victims.

Everyone was on edge. We all knew this man’s pattern. We only had a few days to find my sister and the unsub.

I thought we had made it on time. We found the unsub. There was no way that he had time to kill my sister. No way... and then came the dreadful words.

**Flashback**

“Agent Hotchner, there’s a body,” one of the officers said. Everyone froze. I looked at them before going to join the officer.

“(Y/n), no,” Derek tried to grab my arm. I shoved him harshly. I kept pushing people.

“Hey, hey,” Hotch kept blocking me. I never thought I’d see the day that I got aggressive with the unit chief but here I was, pushing him hard enough to make him stumble backwards.

There she was. Everything slowed down. My stomach churned as tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t even hear myself as I sobbed. I stumbled back, running right into Spencer, who had been told to lead me outside.

I made it outside to the yard before my knees gave out. Spencer knelt next to me as a way to keep me from hurting myself.

“I’ve got you,” he mumbled. “I’m here, I’ve got you.”

“That was... that was-”

“Shh, don’t talk when you’re so worked up,” he said. This was the quietest I had ever heard him. No facts or statistics. Nothing. “Come on, let’s get to the car.”

**Time Skip**

I hadn’t said a word since we left the scene. All of the others had handled the situation. Now, it was back home. Back home to call my parents to tell them what had happened.

On the way to the plane, I grabbed Spencer’s arm. He stopped immediately, wanting to help me in any way possible.

“Can I sit with you on the plane,” I asked softly. “I just need someone there.”

“Okay,” he nodded.

We sat in the seats by the table. We were both on the same side, I was on the side with the window, staring at nothing, completely numb. The other team members were cautiously glancing over at me. They trying to subtly check up on me... I could feel every single look.

“I could’ve done more,” I mumbled, only wanting Spencer to hear.

“There was nothing more you could’ve done,” he reassured me. “You were so brave and strong today. You did everything you could.”

I didn’t respond, I just laid my head on his shoulder, wanting to get a little bit of sleep... or just some comfort. I couldn’t truly sleep before every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. I saw her bloody body in that monster’s house. It made me sick.

“What am I supposed to tell my parents,” I asked, finally giving up. I felt Spencer move a little as he thought.

“I... I don’t know,” he replied.

“I’ve never heard you say that before.”

“There’s a first for everything,” Spencer tried to joke. “Try to get some sleep. I’ll wake you up when we land.”

“I can’t,” I mumbled. “I tried to... it didn’t work.”

After a second, Spencer grabbed a book from his bag. I moved a little closer so I could snoop. He opened the book and started reading out loud. He was whispering. I read the pages over his shoulder, knowing I wasn’t going to sleep but appreciating the effort.

**End of Flashback**

By the time I had finished trying to help my parents on the phone, almost everyone had left. I didn’t want to go home yet. I didn’t know why. It just didn’t feel right. I felt like I wasn’t done yet. Probably because I didn’t have paperwork to distract me.

“(Y/n),” I looked at Spencer. He had been sitting at his desk but turned around when I had walked out of the office. I walked over and leaned on his desk.

“My parents took that about as well as they could’ve,” I said. I felt like I had run out of tears a long time ago. “They want me to go home. Stay with them for a little while.”

“How long were you thinking,” he asked. I shrugged.

“A few weeks,” I replied. “I think they need me to be there. They need to know that I’m still here.”

“How are you feeling?”

“It all hurts,” I looked down. “Not to mention the impending psych eval that Hotch is going to have me go through. I’m dreading everything.”

Spencer was once again speechless. Twice in one day. This must be a world record now. I looked back at him. He was just staring. I knew I was a mess. My eyes were red and puffy, my whole body ached. This man had seen me at my absolute worst.

I don’t know why I did what I did next. Maybe it was the long silence. Maybe my emotions got the better of me. Maybe his soft expression made me realize that hiding my true feelings wasn’t worth it.

All I know is that I had leaned down quickly and kissed him. It was only a second. There wasn’t even enough time to feel a spark if there was one. Spencer flinched back faster than I had leaned down.

“I... I’m sorry,” I whispered, standing up and grabbing the stuff I needed from my desk.

“(Y/n)-”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated. I continued apologizing until I made it to the elevator and was finally alone. “How could be so fucking stupid?”

**Next Day**

I didn’t get much sleep that night. I had ended up curled in bed, either crying, staring at something, or maybe sneaking in a short nap of some form. I felt like everything was a nightmare.

No one spoke to me when I walked inside. I just got sympathetic looks from everyone. Plus a small, wordless hug from Derek.

I only cracked one smile. That was when I found a coffee on my desk with a note attached.

I hope you get a good night’s rest soon -Garcia

She was an absolute angel.

I didn’t send a glance to the desk nearest me. Spencer was already there and I didn’t want to experience anymore embarrassment. I didn’t want to relive last night. I could feel him looking at me. Not just staring off into space where I happened to be sitting... he was watching my movements.

I tried to focus completely on my work. I slowly sipped on the coffee that Garcia had gotten me. Spending time without thinking about what had happened seemed healthy. It seemed good for me. Just a few hours.

“Agent (Y/l/n),” I looked up to see Hotch standing by his office door. He motioned me over to follow him. I nodded, standing from my desk.

I had never thought I could be so awkward in front of Hotch. It wasn’t just because I knew what was going to happen... it was what I did. I had basically shoved him to the ground yesterday. I closed the door behind me before I started twiddling my thumbs.

“Agent (Y/l/n),” he started but I cut him off.

“I want to apologize for my behavior on the field,” I said quickly. “It was inappropriate and rude. You could’ve been-”

“I’m not mad about that,” it was his turn to cut me off. I bit my tongue, glancing at the ground. “I wanted to tell you that I’m arranging a psych eval for you.”

“Okay,” I nodded. I wasn’t mad. I knew it was a valid thing.

“Your first meeting will be tomorrow morning around 9 a.m,” Hotch added. I nodded again. “Are you going to stay here or would like to head home? I could make sure that you-”

“I’d like to stay,” I replied. “I need something to focus on.”

“Okay,” he stood up and hugged me. It was something that felt out of character for Hotch but I accepted it. “The team’s here for you.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled.

I walked back into the bullpen and let out a small sigh. Again, there was a collection of sympathetic looks. I tried to shake them off as I started going through more paperwork. I just wanted to disappear.

I thought that people had moved on but was proven wrong when a candy bar was dropped on my desk. I looked away from my computer and picked up the candy. There was a note attached to it.

Can we talk? Meeting room in ten? -Spencer

I glanced up to see him looking at me nervously. All of the feelings I had from last night came flooding back... embarrassment, fear. There was also all of the feelings that I had experienced since I’d met him... comfort... love. After a moment of looking at each other, I nodded.

I worked for the next ten minutes, hoping for time to slow down. Or speed up exponentially. I couldn’t even tell anymore. I glanced at the clock before standing up and heading to the meeting room.

I sat on the couch, nervous beyond belief. I didn’t want to talk about this with him. Not at all. I was about to stand up and back out of this whole thing when Spencer walked in quickly. He stood near the door.

“Hey,” he waved awkwardly.

“Hi,” I replied.

“How are you doing,” he asked.

“I didn’t sleep very much last night so I’m tired, but working makes me feel better,” I shrugged. “A little more normal. Hotch arranged that psych eval.”

“Good,” Spencer nodded. He still looked so awkwardly.

“Spencer,” I said softly. “If this is about last night. You can just forget about it.”

“I-”

“You don’t like me back, and that’s fine,” I continued. “You don’t have to do anything about it. I’ll get over it.”

“You don’t need to,” he replied. “I do like you back... I have for years.”

“Then why did you jump away from me,” I mumbled. “You don’t have to lie to me out of pity.”

“I’m not,” he shook his head. “I felt I was taking advantage of you. You were in such a fragile state that I backed up. I didn’t get a chance to explain that. I’m sorry.”

“I kissed you,” I explained. “If anything, that would’ve been me taking advantage of you.”

Spencer walked over and knelt in front of me. I looked at the sad look in his eyes. There was hesitation and fear. Is that what he saw before I kissed him? That inner turmoil? That mini-battle?

I let my eyes close for a second when his hand touched the side of my face. It was like I had been craving the contact without knowing it. I placed my hand over his.

“Spencer,” I whispered. He hummed in response. “Can I kiss you now?”

There was a moment of silence. He was having another battle with himself.

“Yes,” he said at last.

I leaned forward as fast as possible, kissing him just as softly as I had last night. He didn’t move away this time. Spencer just cupped the sides of my face and kissed me back. I pulled back, my eyes full of tears.

“Are you alright,” he asked, instantly concerned.

“Yeah,” I nodded, wiping my eyes. More tears were building in my eyes. “I mean... I don’t know.”

It was almost instantly that Spencer had moved to sit next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“You’re going to stay, right,” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “Absolutely. I’ll be here for you. For as long as you need.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled. “Thank you so much.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he kissed the top of my head. “Whatever you need. Say the word. I’m there.”

Nothing was going to be easy. This was going to be such a difficult time for me. I wasn’t going to be able to skip around this and ignore it. I was feeling the pain. I felt it every minute. At least I knew that I had someone. It wasn’t just Spencer, either. I had a whole team behind me. I was going through hell, but I had a group leading me through it.

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Kira Vol 2 (1)

The Mistress

CHAPTER 1: Where The Heart Heals

Loki x fem!Reader (Kira)

Series: A new chapter begins in Kira’s life. Old secrets, new confessions, surprising allies and unexpected meetings. All of them have one name in common. Loki.

Chapter content: soft feels

Warnings: none

Word count: Okay. I’m putting it out there. I wrote this for myself. And that’s what I am trying to do right now. I don’t know how regular I will be with this but I will be writing when I feel it.

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If I could feel this again... The heaviness of your eyes feels like a blessing even when the warmth of the sun is gently stroking your forehead, delicately whispering sweet nothings to wake you up. You know your mother has already woken up for she is the reason the door is open and that chilled winter air is nudging the sun rays to get as much of the playfield over your exposed skin as it can. The teasing play going between the two forces becomes a soothing episode for your nerves, enjoying the lazy winter morning with the sparrows chirping on that one malacca tree still standing in your front yard. The chill draft that swirls to lands on your unaware fingertips, brings with it the familiar dissatisfied woof and one rage-filled yelp, making you smile even with your eyes closed. You can even hear the disgruntled remarks of some boomers out on their morning stroll cursing your poor babies for growing so big and healthy and barking at any stranger that was not welcome in their territory. If I could feel this every single day...

Your eyes finally open from a dreamless sleep, ready to bask in the lukewarm light directly hitting your eyes. The bliss is incomprehensible; to wake up to the sight of the green that is surviving the winter chill in the garden right outside your room. A few sparrows are looking for an early grub in the pots kept right outside your door, seeming to catch a glance or two in your direction when you stir and let your head rest on your hands to watch the life of winter make you grateful for this morning. More grateful when a familiar spotted figure jumps down from the neighbour's wall and passes by your door with the quietest yet graceful gait. "Kitty!" you exclaim without any voice escaping your hoarse throat, making you chuckle at your own failed display of excitement. A long stretch that cracks a few knots and makes you squirm while you squeeze your eyes shut; that is what it takes to finally convince you to get out of the cosiest quilt on this entire planet. It is a task to find your socks under the huge green buffed up fabric but you do not want to step down till you are sure your sensitive feet are secure. Once the pair is found after a round of tossing and turning the poor quilt, you are ready to open your door and step into the garden. And what a sight it is! The balmy morning sun is bringing life out into the streets. Children fresh out of school for their Christmas holidays are riding their colourful bikes around while their parents or guardians spew caution at them. Vendors are out with their carts and wagons, bringing about fresh produce while the riveting bark of the bike that brings the fresh milk for some households waits for the man of that particular house to bring out their vessels. The air has the perfect crispiness of winter twirling all around you. There is no doubt that the sun has colluded with the sweet-smelling chilly breeze to bring the blood to your cheeks and fingertips. The bliss that this simple day can be for an entire lifetime... A whine followed by a protest-filled howl catches your attention in the moment you are taking in this rare morning. Turning your head to look across the fence, you watch those familiar sharp blue eyes looking you with a sour expression. Right. This drama queen. The protest does not stop. "I'm coming," you groan, "I'm coming," you stress as you walk across the garden to open the gate and walk barely five steps across the narrow road to greet the fluffy boy pretending to be mad at you while vigorously wagging his tail. "We literally met last night, you dumb husky!" you coo through your teeth while scratching Ghost behind his ear. "You stoopid loving boi. My best floofy boi." You call out as many names as you can to the huge beast that wants to lick you clean but isn't getting the chance to. So, instead, he decides to take your wrist into his mouth, continuing to whine at the same time, wanting to keep you there till he loses interest in you. "I blame your mother for not training you to respect me, you dumb floof," you state as you make him look you in the eyes, "I fed you and bathed you and played with you when you hadn't even opened your eyes. And this is how you repay me? By giving me scratches and sticking drool all over my elbows?" Growing uncomfortable- and a double chin, the way you are holding his face- he huffs and jumps away from his fence to let you know he is done with you for the day. "Ungrateful bitch," you mutter in his direction while he looks for more leaves to chomp on, "I still love you." Ghost does not even side-eye you. He knows you stand there smiling at him while he goes about eating anything green in his sight, only bothered when he hears the rev of a car pass by. The attention span to that little distraction is short-lived too. "Okay," you sing in a way you think might get on his nerves, "I'm going back then. You won't get to see me till our late night walk." Any little hope that this dog with an attitude would actually look up at you is gone when the same car comes back. Let's see if that car can feed you pancakes. Still looking at the white-furred beast, you are hurt right in your feels to watch his huge paws go up on the fence again to judge whoever sits in the car that has stopped right by the side of your house, the panting paused to scrutinise the strangers in the SUV with tinted glasses. "Really," you nudge his lower jaw as you address him with a simmering gaze, "I get a howl and yank on my hand but some stranger gets a full minute of silence?" You nudge his jaw again, not really liking the point-blank stare he is giving to whosoever is getting out of the car behind you. You are about to nudge him the third time when a voice freezes your hand mid-air. "I guess he does not like my presence that much." The heaviness of the voice with a gravity of its own stops everything around it for an elongated moment. Even with the cold surrounding you, the warmth that engulfs your chest is far more evident over your skin once all the nerves light up at the thought of turning around and finding him standing there. So, you do. And the smile that escapes you is far brighter than this December sun. "Heimdall."

It is heavenly to hear his name from you after what seems like months stretched into ages. What acts as a balm to his heart is watching your face with carrying the same perfection it did the first day he met you; maybe even lovelier. If he had a sister... "Kira," he sweetly announces into the air before wrapping his arms around you for a hug; something that you gladly welcome, and embrace him back. "I missed you," you squirm into his coat, smelling the mildly spicy cologne he is wearing. Heimdall chuckles. "Who's bothering you? Just point me and I'll take care of the rest." You giggle and draw yourself back to look at those warm honey eyes. "I missed you because I hadn't felt like someone was spying on me for the last two months. Almost felt weird." You shrug, pressing your lips to stop the smile from pouring out while Heimdall groans. "I'm never ever going to hear the end of, am I?" he closes his eyes and sighs. You shake your head before snickering. The pleasant meet-up makes you forget about the prying neighbourhood that has eyes everywhere, lurking behind every curtain to look at this strange, well-built man coming out the blue in an expensive vehicle to hug you- a single woman who should have been married by now instead of meeting strange men, according to them. From the rooftop to the eyes that are pretending to buy vegetables and groceries, everyone is centred on this tall dark and handsome man putting all their sons and husbands to shame. "So-" you poke him in his abdomen- still surprised it's hard as a rock- "what brings you here?" A knowing nod and a deep inhale is all Heimdall gives you for a moment, his habit making his eyes wander everywhere to look for anything unusual. "I...uhh...well-" he inhales through his teeth this time- "we wanted to check in on you. Wanted to see how you were doing. Because everyone misses you back home." "Oh." You feel your breath stuck in your throat. Your inner voice is already elbowing the corner of your nerves, wanting to hear you speak the name for yourself. But you just shove her back into the sleepy comfy corner for the moment. "Yeah," Heimdall smiles, "Zair misses you because he, and I quote, 'cannot even with this new temp some boomer hired in Kira's place'." You snicker. Typical Zair. "Yigrette misses you because it's mundane living with men in the house after a while." "Aww," you feel for your sweet keeper. "Fenrir misses you too, obviously. He has made your bedroom his bedroom. And it has been hard getting him to come out of there now." That floofly baby. I miss him too. Ghost hears that thought and the very next moment, his paw comes to tap on your shoulder and look at you with every ounce of judgment his blue eyes can hold towards you. "And Robert too, now that he is all healed and is ready to take more bullets." "Noooo," you groan into your palms. That idiot. You wait and watch Heimdall smile at you, standing there as your inner voice is wondering- with her face resting in her palms and legs in the air- if there is anyone else who is missing you. "Soooo...-" your voice trails away as you wipe your thoughts by rubbing your hands on your pyjamas- "everyone misses me, huh." Heimdall is about to nod before he stops and creases his brows, forcing you to furrow your own brows in return. "Mm...not everyone though." You can feel the little sinking feeling before your heart has even taken a dive from the board it currently stands on. "Hm?" is all you can bear to say. "Oh, it's Loki. I was talking about Loki. He doesn't miss you," Heimdall shakes his head. And your heart doesn't even do a routine; it just takes a sad plunge into whatever waits for it down in the pits of unwelcoming sadness. "Oh," you inhale the cold air to soothe your insides that are simmering now for some reason, "that's...good. That's good. He isn't missing on work. Or cursing me for not being there to do my work." And just like that, you are trailing into a long train of afterthoughts to console yourself. "That means he is doing pretty well in my absence...which is good...for uhh...for the company. Hmm." Heimdall cannot help but smile at the sorry look on your face to think that your boss does not care about your presence- or absence in this matter. Those y/e/c eyes are at the verge of questioning some major emotions as they let the Watcher's words sink in. It takes a lot more than a dig at lips by his perfect teeth to stop him from giving it away. "No," he finally blurts out, grabbing your attention while internally cursing himself to put you through that for a few seconds of entertainment, "you are thinking in the wrong direction." This time you look at him in confusion. "Heimdall, what are you tryin-" "He does not miss you," he continues, still looking at you when his arm extends by his side to open the door to the back seat of the SUV and relish the two-second delayed reaction, "because 'missing' would be an understatement."

The last thing he remembers is the blur of the days that have gone by till he is once more standing at the single path of stone decorated with everything that he declares too delicate for this world. Deep inside he has nothing but love for them. Everything too pure for this universe resides in this little ecosystem at the edge of where his world begins. From the ferns and creepers to the fishes and flowers- every little cell has a story of surviving all those perils to come down the path of evolution as much more beautiful. He stands right there and stares straight down the path that leads to the corner that he had begun to cherish some time ago. He pauses his day there, before every break of dawn and every splay of dusk, waiting. What exactly he waits for, no one knows. Some onlookers think he has gone much more insane after the brawl he barely crawled out alive from. They wonder what he keeps looking at in that corner, watching the sun both rise and set there. Some feel empathy for him. Yigrette walks by the lounge every single day to witness this little ritual of her master. Her soft heart aches a little for she knows somewhere he feels the absence of the one little alum that settled all the dirt inside him till it was present in the murky waters. But she does not know the depth of that emotion, neither does she want to insult her master by trying to measure it somehow. And the last time she sees him, he walks towards that edge in the night. He remembers stepping barefoot on that cold stones carrying the chilly impression of the foggy weather outside that has shrouded the vastness of his estate into one quiet graveyard where even the lights of the city do not reach. The distance- thought not much- feels worth an eternity for him as his heart accelerates. The only thought riding the unstoppable train inside his mind is the ghost of a chance of seeing you there. The lights turn on once he enters the space- they turn on for him to stare at the empty space that was once thought of as a decent wing to match the rest of the house, not really knowing what weight it would hold in the future. And here he stands, contemplating whether this part of his house had ever felt so bland before. So...hollow. He is slowly killing himself on the inside to refrain himself from touching anything for the fear of diluting your essence- or whatever is left of it- and instead, he does what he has watched you do a hundred times over. The tiles are cooler than they were the last time he laid down on them. The only time he entered your abode. That time when he watched over you for endless nights till he has to be forced to sleep for his health and yours. But how could he? You were surrounded by wires and tubes, and beeping machines that scared him even at the slightest beep. He rose up to look at you for any movement of discomfort when he himself was experiencing pain that would have bedridden any other ordinary man. Not wanting to get away from your side, he laid himself down out in the lounge. And then he found out why you did this after a long day. It feels nice to let the cold floor take away all the unnecessary thoughts swinging inside his head. Little fears that crowd his mind dissolve and drain down into the ground. Then, for the first time in the past few weeks, he lets his conscience paint a picture of you drowning in happiness. Even as the fear erodes the edges of his heart- that you are happy somewhere other than here- he finds comfort in your smile that is still fresh in his mind. Even though the dark clouds loom on those waves- the thoughts that tell him you have forgotten him- he still lets your laughter roar through his existence. A delicate experience in the cold of December.

Today sleep comes earlier than he anticipates. His eyes are heavier than they usually are. He wants to give in to the arms of slumber because the last time he slept like a baby was when you were healing. He wants to walk towards the lullaby of this pretty siren till he notices it is the first time he has felt such sleep take over him ever since you have been gone. Hold on a second... He opens his eyes- barely- and gets up on his elbow. "Yigrette," he wants to shout but the name is just a questionable statement as he feels his limbs get heavy. There is a silhouette of a figure patiently walking towards the lounge that is a hazy picture to his eyes. But his brain still works enough to realise he has been somehow made a victim of forced unconsciousness. Feeling his face touch the cold tile of the floor, he vows to take them by the throat- whoever spiked his drinks or meal and made the terrible decision of knocking him out cold. And everything goes dark. Dark...till he can hear a familiar giggle somewhere in the void. Along with a sweet aroma that brings to the surface memories that were feared lost. His heart wants him to reach out for that voice that is beginning to clear the fog inside the dense forest that is his mind. And so the heart does what he does best, it slows down too much to let the brain jerk him awake. The sun shines right over his face when a door opens somewhere, flooding his being with brightness through and through. He has to make an effort to open his eyes after a much-needed sleep, watching the rays hit his smaragdines till they are filtered and washed away by the one face he longs to see for the rest of his life. "Loki?" you call out with the softest emotion on your face as the sun rays reflecting inside the car lets your features shine for him. He blinks; still trying to figure out if it is a dream or if you do stand in front of him. "....Kira?" That voice wants to give all its strength to call out your name, wanting to bring you into existence if you are a figment of his imagination- something that is his worst fear of all. And there you stand with a smile painting your lips for him, taking his first conscious breath in this new morning away. And all he wants is to pray to some force to not let this be a twisted nightmare. "It's good to see you...sir." And that full-toothed smile melts him- front, back and sideways- while the world watches from windows and roofs, questioning Fate and her strings, for better or worse. If I could feel this again...I would want to feel it with you.

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reddieorrnot · 5 years

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short soulmate au where richie is a little bitch :)

“So... I finally heard him last night.”

Eddie snapped his head up from his book and glanced over to Beverly. The redhead was perched on her bed, looking right back at him. It took him a second to realize what she meant, his eyes widening when he finally connected the dots.

“Your soulmate?” He exclaimed, setting down the piece of fiction and crawling up to her bed to sit beside her body. She giggled at his excitement and gave him a small nod, her hair moving along with her head. “Well? How’d you do it?”

Everyone knew that when the time came, you could hear what your soulmate was hearing. It all came at its own moment though, if it was too early in one’s life or one of the soulmates weren’t ready yet, you wouldn’t be able to hear anything. But if it was the right time, communication could be done by talking out loud. The idea always excited Eddie, and it made him a tiny bit nervous at the same time. He, like most people, was a little anxious that their soulmate wouldn’t like them. Beverly always told him that was impossible because it would be his literal soulmate. He was also scared he would just never hear anything, that he just didn’t have a soulmate.

Late at night every day, when he was positive his mother had fallen asleep, Eddie would lie in his bed looking up at the ceiling. He would close his eyes, and put all his focus on his hearing, listening to everything around him. He would try to find some sort of noise that sounded like it couldn’t be coming from his room, like some sort of cough or sneeze or anything. He would have taken anything at that point. And when he didn’t hear anything, Eddie would gently whisper into the night a small greeting, just in case his soulmate was too shy to speak first. He would do that daily and had done it for a while. But there was a consistent rate of failure.

His personal disappointment, fortunately, did not cloud his happiness for Beverly, though.

“Well, I just knew somehow when I started hearing him. Like even if there had been a highway next to me, which there wasn’t because I was just in my room, I would have heard even the quietest pin drop from his side.”

Eddie listened to her, lips parted in a tiny gasp, hanging onto her every word. Maybe it was because her words were so enchanting, or because she was so beautiful, but Eddie couldn’t tear his attention away no matter what. Beverly and he had been friends since sixth grade, now going onto 5 years as they started Junior year. Eddie would never understand why such a cool girl would ever want to be his friend. She wore the coolest clothes, listened to the coolest music. And Beverly even carried around gum and a small perfume for after she smoked, just for Eddie’s behalf. It was incredibly kind, and made Eddie feel like his opinion mattered. Beverly was one of the best things to ever happen to him.

If I wasn’t gay, Eddie thought, I would wish for you to be my soulmate.

“He was writing a poem, something about the seasons, and I guess I must have heard him proofreading it out loud. I was so freaked out, Eddie, you don’t understand,” By this point, Beverly had sat up and now was facing Eddie, clutching his hands on hers. “And then, I finally spoke. I was like, ‘Hello?’ and he immediately stopped talking. Probably from like... shock or something.”

“Then what?”

“Then he replied, and he couldn’t believe he could hear me! He’s got the sweetest voice, I swear. We stayed up so late talking, just about ourselves and our lives. He actually doesn’t live too far...” Beverly’s gaze drifted from Eddie to out her window, it reminded Eddie of some cinematic moment, the way the light hit her eyes that you could see them twinkling.

“Bev, what’s his name?”

She giggled again, “Oh gosh, I forgot to tell you that part, didn’t I? His name is Ben, Ben Hanscom.”

Eddie smiled and brought Beverly in for a hug, “I’m so happy for you.”

“I'm just not quite sure if he can always hear me, or if he just tries to? It’s all very peculiar.”

“You’ll figure it out, you always do.”

She pulled away from the hug and took Eddie’s hand within hers once more. “You’ll hear yours soon, Eddie. I know you will.”

“I hope.”

- Three Months Later -

It was while he was sitting on his bed one afternoon, doodling on his AP Chemistry homework. Eddie’s day had been long, and excruciatingly boring. Mike, Beverly’s friend, had invited Eddie to go along with the two out to the town. Eddie had politely declined, even though it sounded fun, he’d much rather prefer simply relaxing at home. And that’s what he was doing, and he was, in fact, enjoying it very much.

Suddenly, Eddie heard the sound of a pencil dropping. The impacted surface sounded like wood, which didn’t make sense because Eddie’s room was carpeted, but he still leaned over the bed to check if one of his pens had rolled off. Seeing no indication of such, Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, leaning back into his old position.

A few minutes later, Eddie heard the sound of something falling on the ground once again. This time it did not mirror the previous sound, differing from the phantom pencil that must have dropped. It was more hushed, something lighter. Eddie immediately jumped from his bed and looked all over his floor, searching for what had grabbed his attention. That’s when he heard it.

A soft whisper filled Eddie’s ears, “Oh, you motherfuck, just land in the can.”

Eddie nearly jumped, desperately looking around his room for some intruder. Perhaps he could have chalked it up hearing his mother pass by his thin room walls, but the voice was too different from hers, even in its quiet state. That revelation prompted Eddie to realize what was occurring. His soulmate. If he hadn’t been nervous beforehand, when he believed someone was in his room, he sure as hell was nervous now. He moved to the edge of his bed in a rather slow fashion, leg bouncing as he sat down. As quick as he could, Eddie then mustered up enough courage to speak into the quiet environment around him.

“Hello?”

There was no way Eddie could deny he heard a sharp inhale be taken right after he said that simple word. Something told him that his soulmate was most probably as nervous as he was now. Silence returned and Eddie was about to start convincing himself he was going crazy when a voice filled his ears once more.

“Holy shit, I mean, hey?”

They were definitely a guy, Eddie thought. It sounded like someone his age, but Eddie had a hard time painting a mental image of him in his head.

“Hi... I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure what to say...” Eddie struggled to come up with a coherent thought, phrases sprinting into his mind and leaving just as rapidly. In all honesty, he wouldn’t be surprised if the only reason he had spoken again was to hear his newly found soulmate’s voice.

“I, uh, I actually know exactly what to say to you...” The sentence made Eddie’s breath get stuck in his throat, as he located the shy tone coming from the other boy. The shyness didn’t do any diminishing toward his deeper voice though, it wasn’t Mike deep but definitely not Eddie’s higher voice. He felt a little self-conscious for a second about how possibly sounded but quickly shook the thought away.

“You know exactly what to say to me?” Eddie leaned back into his bed, hugging himself, trying to knot away from the nerves in his stomach. What could his soulmate have to say? Had he planned it out for the first time he would hear Eddie? Was Eddie really that important to someone, where they had prepared for their meeting? All these questions made Eddie’s brain buzz, as he couldn’t focus on anything.

“Yeah... I’ve been waiting to hear you,” Eddie’s thoughts were confirmed.

“Really? Tell me what you have to say.”

“Okay, just listen, though, alright?”

The verb use made Eddie chuckle, “As if I wasn’t already doing that?”

“Okay, whatever,” The other boy was laughing too, “Just... listen...”

Eddie nodded, then remembered no one could see him, so he mumbled a small, “I understand.”

There was quiet for a second, then the small noise of gentle tapping. He couldn’t pinpoint what could be making the noise, perhaps Richie had written what he had to say on some note. It was all Eddie could assume, as he was a little lost. He continued to do as said, keeping quiet and simply focusing on his sense of hearing.

Then some familiar music began to play, it had some beat filled intro, and once again, Eddie couldn’t pinpoint what song was. It had a piece of upbeat music and it was so familiar.

Then it hit him.

“Are you fucking-”

“We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I,”

“I cannot fucking believe-”

“A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy,”

“Do you know how goddamn annoying-”

“I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand,”

“Holy christ, please turn it off before it gets to the-”

“Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you,“

It was a few lyrics afterward where the boy ended up pausing the song, to which Eddie believed he only did because his so-called soulmate started laughing so hard both of them could barely either Rick Astley at that point.

“I wish there was a way I could hang up on you after that,” Eddie said with an exhausted sigh. This only made the other boy laugh again.

“Well aren’t you fun, I’m Richie,” The name gave Eddie butterflies, and hearing that voice made him melt right back into the previous puddle.

“Richie, you are incredibly annoying.”

“No, I’m not annoying, I just told you I’m Richie!” When Eddie groaned in response, Richie continued, “Okay, now tell me your name.”

“Why should I?”

“Because we’re soulmates, duh.”

It was obviously a good reason, but Eddie still rolled his eyes up at the ceiling.

“My name is Eddie.”

“That’s absolutely adorable. Eddie... Eds.”

“Don’t you dare call me that!”

“Too late, you cutie.”

Even though he had instantly refuted it, Eddie knew that deep inside he actually hadn’t hated that nickname as much as he had let on. And he also knew he definitely didn’t find Richie all that annoying.

But hey, he wasn’t about to just say that, was he?

#reddie #i got bored #this is sobad #oh well!#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #richie x eddie #it #reddie fic #enjoyyyy #soulmate au

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kiingsroar-moved · 5 years

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Title: untitled (aka im too lazy to think of a title) Series: Obey me Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel and Bel. Special guest Solomon. Summary: **SPOILERS FOR LATEST CHAPTERS** Ultimately, Solomon has his hands on the grimoire and now has full control over the demons. lowkey SolomonxAsmo.

Trigger warning: violence

“It’s really nothing personal you guys” Solomon holds his smile, looking all too pleased with himself. “I have to admit I wasn’t planning on MC to be a descendant of Lilith but it does make things more interesting.”

Lucifer watched from the floor, his anger boiling deep in his blood as he glared at Solomon. The grimoire tight in his hands, giving him total control of any and all demons. Himself included.

“Solomon!” He roared, his power surging through the floor and up against the walls causing them to crack.

“Now now,” Solomon begins, waving his hand, magic clamping the demons mouth shut. “Inside voices.”

“What the hells the matter with you!” Mammon’s voice echoed next.

“What do you have to gain from doing this!” Satan was next, the power of his aura pulsing around him. One after the other throwing questions out of their own anger. Oddly enough Asmodeus was most certainly the quietest.

“Nothing to say Asmo? You were the only one of your brothers to form a pact with me and yet you haven't said a single word.”

Solomon could see the grief in Asmo’s eyes, for how impossibly narcissistic he was it was certainly something new to see him finally bite his tongue.

“Oh, you really are hurt aren’t you?” His words seemed to Pierce right through Asmo. Perhaps if things were different he would have felt a little remorseful for betraying him, he did come to like him after all. However, attachments, bonds... were useless to him. Ironic, but if it wasn’t something he could control— he wanted no part of it. He was after power after all.

“Solomon! Why are you doing this?!” His attention moved from the fallen Asmodeus and focused now on MC who was looking at him with complete and utter malice.

He laughed. “Now that’s a look I haven’t seen you before. Upset that I’ve control over all the ones you care for?”

“I want to know what your plan is” MC demanded. Solomon merely smiled.

“Power” he says easily, without a moment's hesitation.

“Power is what I’m after, and I’ve managed to do exactly that. The only outcome I didn’t plan on was you. I thought you were just an ordinary human. You have no real power, your skills in magic are near nonexistent and yet you managed to make a pact so easily. We all know Mammon is a grade A fool, but there’s no denying he is powerful. Next to Lucifer even. When I found out your bloodline it made more sense.” Using his magic he brought MC closer to him, holding her up with his power.

“Stay away from her!” Mammon growled through his teeth, desperately trying to fight the order he was given not to move but the power the grimoire gave Solomon was far too strong.

“See you have the bloodline of an angel, angels have great and immense power. I want to take that from you. You can’t even begin to fathom all that power locked up inside you.”

“No.. no you’re wrong!”

“Come on, given all that’s happened here in the Devildom is it really that hard to believe? You may not be Lilith, but her power is in you.” He moves in slowly, his lips lingering against her ear. “And I want it.”

He releases her with a thud, still holding that smile.

“So, we have quite a bit to talk about. How about we continue this somewhere more quiet, hm~?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you” MC spat. He chuckled.

“You’re not a demon, so I can’t really control you. However,” a snap of his fingers and Lucifer rose to stand beside him. “I can control him. Lucifer, I want you to kill your brothers, they’re dead weight anyway.”

“N-No please!” MC jumped to her feet, tears in her eyes but Solomon’s magic held her back. “Solomon you bastard don't make him do this!”

Lucifer struggled against Solomon’s power, with the grimoire in his possession he couldn’t disobey. One leg moved after the other no matter how hard he tried to fight it. I can’t...

How could this happen? The mighty Lucifer, fall so hard? Again? He didn’t want this... he didn’t want to hurt his brothers. The power was too much, and in an instant he had Beelzebub’s neck in the palm of his hand, squeezing hard. He could feel his little brother squirming, legs kicking as he gasped for air. Lucifer remained stoic on the outside, another command from Solomon.. but on the inside his soul was aching. Lucifer could only stare into his baby brothers eyes, eyes who were begging him to release, to fight.

“Lucifer stop! You’re killing him!” MC screamed, her eyes turned to Solomon. “Okay! I’ll go with you! Just please make him stop!”

Amused, Solomon held up his hand. “That’s enough, Lucifer.”

Like clockwork, Lucifer released his brother, letting him fall to the floor as he gasped for air.

“You’re valuable to me, I don’t want to hurt you. Yet anyway. So if you continue to make things difficult... well let’s just say I know exactly how to make you hurt.” Solomon’s words are cold, his expression like ice with no feeling. MC could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest, and all she could do was nod. A calm smile crossed Solomon’s features once again. “Good, after you” he muses, motioning for MC to head out the door. She moved with reluctance, but Solomon knew she would risk him setting Lucifer on his brothers again. He followed after her, stopping for a moment, making sure MC was out of ear shot.

“Lucifer, torment your brothers. No need to kill just yet,” he chuckles walking out of the door. “And Lucifer? Make it hurt.”

Once the door closes, Lucifer is left with a feeling of dread. He can’t fight it, no matter how hard he tries. He doesn’t want to hurt his brothers. The brothers who took his side in the rebellion, the brothers who fought alongside him, who fell with him. He swore he wouldn’t let anything happen to them— and yet.

He moves at lightning speed, going for Belphegor first. Belphegor wasn’t as quick as Lucifer, something Lucifer took advantage of. He knew his brothers would attempt to fight back, and he hoped they would for what little it was worth.

Belphegor struck first, a powerful fist headed straight for Lucifer. The first born was too fast, grabbing his fist and slamming him deep into the floor. “Lucifer stop!” Asmodeus voice came strong alongside Satan. Both using their strength to Lucifer down, he could see the strain in his siblings eyes, desperately trying to hold him back. Lucifer tried, tried to stop the command, to fight for his will. But his body was against him, and with his strength he sent Asmo flying up towards the ceiling, his dark power surging through him forcing him to gag up his own blood. He wanted so badly to call out to him, to hold him and wipe the blood from his face. To make the pain stop.

“Fight this, damn it!” Satan hissed, his eyes burning with fury as he was conjuring up all his rage to hold Lucifer back. Lucifer could see his power, if only he could reach out and tell him that yes, he admired who Satan had become. That despite being born from him, he was still his own demon. But he couldn’t, instead he grabbed Satan by his horns and ripped him off him. He was quick to drive a powerful kick to Satan’s stomach before sending him flying. Beel was currently aiding Belphegor, cradling his twin brother in his arms as he begged him to open eyes. Lucifer began to make his way towards them until a voice caught his attention.

“Lucifer!” Mammon cried out. Lucifer turned to face his brother.

No... I don’t want to do this... !!

Mammon was the first of his brothers, the second oldest. The first of them all for him to bond, grow close to. Even in Heaven, they seemed to be at odds but Lucifer loved him. Through all his faults, his absurd attitude and ridiculous get rich schemes. No matter how many times he would have to bail him out of whatever mess he’d gotten into.

Lucifer didn’t want to hurt him, he didn’t want this. Mammon rarely fought, he didn’t need to. But this? This was different. In full demon form, the second oldest stood before Lucifer, the rest of his brothers following suit behind him. If Lucifer had control of his body, if he could truly take in the sight before him he would walk up to him, ruffle his hair to tease but tell him he was proud. Standing up to him, protecting his brothers, assuming the responsibility as the second eldest.

There was a fight in Mammon eyes.

His charge was quick, Mammon moving with incredible speed and landing several hits on Lucifer. The first born then made his move, swinging hard and hitting Mammon in the face, causing him to fly back, knocking over his brothers in the process.

It didn’t take long for Mammon to come racing back with another vigorous attack, his hits with speed and precision. Lucifer moves with grace, blocking his attacks and jumping back a considerable distance. He raised his hand in front of him, his influence holding Mammon in the air and drawing him close. He watched his brother struggle, his eyes falling back on the eldest.

“Do what you’re gonna do. It’s never stopped you before!”

No... this was different. This wasn’t under his terms, it wasn’t for the joy of tormenting his silly little brother. He was forced to do serious harm. Lucifer didn’t want this.

Despite his struggle Lucifer began to tap into his darker power, his mind focusing on Mammon’s insides. Slowly he began applying pressure to his heart, his lungs, burning his brain like giving him an aneurysm. Lucifer could hear his brothers cries of agony, his younger siblings watching in horror as Lucifer slowly ripped Mammon from the inside out.

There wasn’t much that caused Lucifer pain, the last time he shed tears for their sister, Lilith. And wept after his fall. Now, though he was unable to show emotion, he could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks as he continued to squeeze, twist and turn Mammon’s insides. His cries growing loud in agony.

I’m sorry...

As began to give a final squeeze of his fist there was a clap that echoed in the room. “That’s enough, Lucifer.” Came Solomon’s voice, Lucifer could practically see the smug grin on his face. “You can relax now. Remember I don’t want them dead just yet, I have plans for you and your brothers.”

A wave of relief rushed over Lucifer as he released Mammon, watching him fall unconscious to the floor. Lucifer turned to face Solomon to motioned for him to bow. Unable to fight, Lucifer got to his knees, ruby hues glistening through his tears. Solomon smirked,

“Such a sorrowful look Lucifer, I guess it makes sense considering how you just can’t seem to stop yourself from falling” Solomon chuckled, his eyes glancing over at the mess of the room. “I’ll let you do what you do best, clean up your brothers mess. We have a long night ahead of us.”

#i lowkey ship solomon and asmo #BUT ALAS #have some angsty #i had a sudden urge to have luci hurt his brothers #cuz i like pain #obey me #obey me drabbles;#my drabbles #obey me solomon #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #【ᴏᴏᴄ. // ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ?】

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I’m Never Wrong

Erik x Reader story

Warnings: This story is really long. I’m warning you now. Smut, SoftErik! RedeemedErik!

32 days before Christmas

I gotten in from work pretty late tonight. Working on all of these damn briefs and defenses so I can be case free for the Holidays. Erik hates when I bring work home so I always either don't or I hide it and work in the office when he's out or sleep. Tonight, I chose not to bring it home. The slave ship that is Lawman & Sholtz Associates got fifteen hours out of me today. It's almost 11 PM and I just want a glass of wine in my bed. I walk into a dark foyer and an even darker living room. Erik is usually in there playing Fortnite or Battlegrounds, cursing out little nine year olds on live. This is the quietest my house has ever been since we moved in six months ago! It's truly been an adjustment living with N'jadaka Stevens-Udaku. He is the noisiest, nosiest, grumpiest roommate I've ever had!

That's including my law school roommate, Phoebe. She never liked having company over, same as Erik. She was hella territorial over food that we both bought, same as Erik! They both even have a mean snoring problem. I'm pretty sure if I could find the damn girl and let them meet, they would hit it off they're so much alike!"

Babe?! You home?!" I yell out, silence. I dropped my briefcase, coat, and keys on the floor so I can lose my uncomfortable ass heels. "I know he better be home tonight! He knows it's our.." "Baby! I'm back here! Bring yo ass, woman!" I quickly shimmy out of my pencil skirt and blazer down the hallway. I just know I'm in for a long night tonight. It's our three year anniversary. It's also been two years since I almost lost his dumb ass, tryna chase a throne with nothing but rage and oppression on his heart.

"Hey bae, I'm ba--" FAP! A sharp slap landed on his right cheek, he couldn't even react to it before he felt a jab connect to his left one. "You got some fucking nerve coming back here! Six months N'jadaka!? You said you would be back in a week or two! How the fuck did that turn into six--fucking--months!?" My last three words turned into three more punches. He grabbed my wrists with one hand and used his other hand to push me against the back of the door. "Look baby, I'm sorry. I went to Wakanda and shit went left, okay? I beat my cousin in ritual combat, I thought I killed him. I was about to send the vibranium weapons out to our wardogs and come back to you. Then, he returned. All hell broke loose and.. I died." My eyes grew wide before I could open my mouth to scream he let go of my hands, "Dont! Hear me out, Y/N. I died. T'challa stabbed me in my chest--" He lifted up his shirt to show me the mostly healed wound. "--I told my cousin if he was gonna lock me up, just let me die. Bury me in the ocean. I guess he chose not to lock me up and he saved me. When I came to, he told me that he bought the old apartment building my father and I lived in and made it an outreach resource center, that it would be the first of many.. That he needs my help in running. Even though it's a small step in the direction of progress, it's a step. I gave Cha my word, I'll help him. But I had to come here and explain myself to the love of my life." I shook my head in disbelief. In disbelief of the entire story! How do you die and come back? Can vibranium do that? Wait. "I'm your what-now?" He smirked and kissed my neck gently, "You're the love of my life. I love you, Y/N." I've never heard this man tell me he loved me before today. He's always tip toed around saying it. Even before he left for six months, his last words to me was, 'I care for you so much baby. Swear I'm coming back for you. On my parents. You coming back home with me.' His stubby finger swiped across my cheek wiping the single tear that fell from it, "I'm sorry. I love you." He embraced me as I cried in his arms, "I love you, Erik."

I get to the doorway to be met by pink candles trailing to our master bath and rose pedals spread throughout the layout of our room. Who's cleaning this up? I approached the door frame to see my fine ass man in nothing but a towel, accompanied with two flutes full of champagne. "What is this?" "This is for you, gorgeous." He hands me a glass and I gladly take a sip, I been waiting all day for this. Bollinger Brut Rose, my favorite. I moaned at the bubbles hitting my nose with that sweet aroma. It's what I imagine what heaven must be like. "I been waiting on you to get this bath started. I didn't want the water getting cold so.." He starts filling up the tub as I tell him about my day with these colonizers stressing me out, I thanked him for the lunch and edible arrangement that he sent me. "You ate it all, didn't you?" I raised my eyebrows at his question and throw back the rest of my champagne, "Mhm. You know I love chocolate covered strawberries!" He beams at my response, "Good thing I got two dozen and kept the other one here!" He pulls out a dozen of the delectable fruit on ice. "God, I love you. Have I told you that?" He shrugs, "A time or two." I laugh and jump up, "The bath!"

We settle in the bathtub with our refilled glasses and strawberries on hand, then he grabs something else. It's pretty dim in the bathroom so I really can't make out what it is. "Any more surprises, lover boy?" I tilt my head backwards to see his boyish grin as he nods and holds out a ball. "I went to lush." I gasp and squeal "You hate that place baby!" "I know! I wanted to make tonight special for you. I know I ain't always the best. I'm not the happiest camper in the woods all the time, but you put up with that shit. You always make sure I'm as happy as I can be. So I'm tryna make tonight as special as possible for you. For us." I turn myself around to face him and give him a long, passionate kiss. This is single-handedly the best anniversary ever. Especially considering the first was the worst, the second was when he finally came back from Wakanda and that one wasn't any better. He's really making up for that. He breaks our contact, "Damn baby, you gon make me drop it!" "What did you get?" He pondered on the question, "Uh, I told the lady it's our anniversary and you love the place, I told her what smells you didn't like and she gave me this..She said its a..sex bomb I think." I shake my head, "Oh, so you tryna really get it poppin' tonight, huh?" "Hell yeah, Y/N. You thought you was getting away with what you did this morning?" I look up to the ceiling in deep thought, "I'm sorry, I do not recall." He nudges me, "Oh, so you don't remember how I woke you up, told you you were moaning in your sleep--" He drops the bath bomb in front of us..as it starts to fizz and the Jasmine aroma releases, he starts caressing my outer thigh, continuing, "--and that I could help you out with that. You let me get you out your pjs, and just as I was about to eat you like my last meal--" He stops to kiss my shoulder, I let out a whine, "Your alarm went off for work and you pushed me off you." He takes a strawberry and devours it whole, sucking all the juice out directly in my ear, making sure I could hear it. Then without moving, he whispers, "You don't remember that baby?" I bite my lip and my eyes darted back at the sex bomb, it's still fizzing. Turning the water to a beautiful lavender hue. "It's coming back to me.." He feels me closing my thighs together, then he places one hand between them, prying them back open. "Nah gorgeous, we not doing that tonight. I already called your job after you left. You not even getting out of bed tomorrow unless you coming in here, let alone going to work. I called out for you." His finger grazed past my clit as he said it, distracting me, I let out a muffled moan. "Damn..this bath is working. Otherwise I'd be curs--ooh!" Erik takes his other hand to wrap it around my neck and firmly press against that spot that makes me wet every single time, "You not cursing me out, you gon thank me tomorrow for how I'm about to tear you up tonight. You ready for it, Y/N?" I nod, words are completely out of the question while he's giving me this euphoric feeling. He huffs, "Imma let you slide this time gorgeous, but you know when I ask you something, I wanna hear an answer." He releases his hold, "Right?" "Yes sir."

"Good. Good. Now, back to these." He feeds me a strawberry, "So, remember our first date?" I burst out into laughter, "How it was about to be our only date, yes!" "Aye! I told you I was late because--" "Yeah, yeah. Because you robbed a museum and you almost got arrested but the cops lost your tail. I thought you were bullshitting." "I wasn't though. I had to make some bread to take you out." I sank deeper into the warm water, "You lucky you're a charismatic SOB, I had all intentions of not giving you a second date." "Look at us now. Living together, you partner at your firm. I'm running the Wakandan outreach center. We living our dreams." He gave me my glass and held his up to mine, "To three years, and a million more." Our glasses clink and I threw my second glass straight back. "Oh so you tryna get it poppin' tonight, huh gorgeous?" I roll my eyes, "Since I'm off tomorrow, hell yeah."

We get out of the bathtub and we're practically all over each other. Lush outdid themselves with that bomb. We barely got ourselves dry with the one towel we had between us as we stumbled onto our California King. I straddle him as his hands find their placement around my hips. I hungrily kiss him, occasionally licking his soft bottom lip and pulling it in with mine. He lets out the most beautiful moan I've ever heard in his deep tone. I swear, I can't get any wetter than what I am now. I kiss his outer jaw then whisper close to his ear, "Happy anniversary, baby." I trail kisses back down his jaw, to his neck. He hands move from my hips, through my scalp, running his fingers through my hair as he felt a slightly sharp pain of my bite. He cooed as I left two nice sized hickeys where he likes to be kissed the most. I make my way back up to his lips as I'm grinding into him, he's standing at full attention at this point. He starts mirroring my movements while his fingers are still entangled in my hair. He breaks our kiss and whispers, "So beautiful." I whisper back, "I love you."

As he opened his mouth to return the sentiment, I grabbed his hard member and dragged it across my dripping slit. His mouth hangs open when I drop down onto it. I bottom myself out as I rock back and forth on him, I just hear 'Ah' over and over as I go each way. I occasionally roll my hips around as he hisses and grabs my hair with full force. My lips go back to his ear, "You like that baby?" I can tell he's biting his lip because I hear a muffled moan come out as I roll my hips around again, "I love it." I kiss his lobe as I groan at his hips crashing into mine. I place more distance between our lower halves, moving up and down on his glistening member. As his head continuously grazes my g-spot, my tone rises. He removes his hands from my hair and return them back onto my hips as he crashes into me harder, making sure to keep the same pace. "Right there, Y/N?" I groan through my answer, "Yes! Right there!" The harder he crashes back into me, the more incoherent my moaning becomes until my voice goes into a falsetto and my first orgasm flows out onto the both of us.

"Ride it out baby, keep going." I'm shaking as my body is trying to give out but his words give me the strength to hold myself up to keep bouncing on him. At this point I'm only hearing the smacking of our skin as we collide and his voice saying my name over and over again, motivating me to keep going. I feel my thighs quivering as he continues hitting my spot, All I could let out was a group of yeses, one higher than the other until my second orgasm surprises me and leaves my entire body quaking. He holds himself right on my g-spot as my walls contract against him, my fluids splashing down my inner thigh onto his pelvis. "Shit, Y/N. Hold up." He digs his hands into my hips and rolls himself on top of me. Once my orgasm finishes washing over me, he starts digging me out like he's on a mission to do it again. He takes his turn to lean into my ear, "You wanna cum again baby?" I yelp as he bottoms me out, holding it there, "Yes!" He pushes himself further up, "Yes, s-ir!" As he almost completely pushes himself out, his hands snake back around my neck and squeezes tight. I become displaced again, the only sense I clearly have left is hearing and I hear myself struggling to groan loudly, splashing, and him yelling my name again. He eases up around my neck and I come back to. I look down and our lower halves are drenched, Erik is looking at me with his eyes halfway shut as he confesses,

"Baby, I love you so much! You feel so.." I felt my walls involuntarily close around him as I shiver, "Ahh..damn you feel so good." I pull him down to me. Now, we're face to face. He slows his pace all the way down, but the intensity is still present. We're kissing each other through our coos and moans, we both feel my third orgasm creeping up on me. "I love you Erik." I look him in his dark eyes as mine release tears of joy, he wipes one side of my face as he kisses me, slowly pushing in and out of me, "I love you too, Y/N. You're everything--I could ever ask for. I can't be without you. Ever." Erik kisses me again. I open my eyes and I see his fingers fiddling with a ring. I gasp and cover my mouth as more tears are coming down my face, "Marry me. I'm asking you to make me happier than I've ever been. I'm asking you to go through life's ups and downs with me, as one. Marry me, Y/N."

I hold my left hand out, "Yes N'jadaka. Yes!" He places the ring on my finger and I tightly embrace him. He quickly reminds me what we were doing before he asked me to be his wife, pushing himself deeper than he's ever been. I gasp as my nails embed themselves into his muscular back. He pulls back out of me then back to that same spot. I hear a squishing sound that makes me jerk back, he presses back on it making me scream, "N'Jadaka!" he moans in my neck, "Say it again." "N'jada-- ohh!" He drills into me again and again back in that same spot as my orgasm unfolds right then and there. I spill out, more than I ever have before, splashing the sheets, myself, and him. The more he keeps pressing that spot, the more I cum. He huffs out as he lets himself go. We're both shaking and holding onto one another. As he's shooting into me, I'm shooting out on him. He collapses on top of me as we drifted off for the rest of the night.

Six days before Christmas "That's everything?" Erik zips up the third suitcase of mine as I'm looking around my room mentally checking off everything that's in my bag. "Yup. That's it." "You plan on leaving me?" I look in his direction, puzzled. "What?" He stretches his arms out over the three large suitcases I have verses the one duffle bag he has. "You literally packed for three people." "No I didn't. Ass. I have two suitcases of clothes, we're gonna be there for two weeks! The third one is for my shoes and toiletries." He shook his head, "This is about to be expensive as fuck." He's right about that. We're going to Toronto this year for Christmas and New Years. My parents moved there about three years ago after my youngest brother moved out. We've never been there so I don't know what to expect weather wise. "You got your passport Erik? We don't have time to turn around if you forget it." He holds two blue booklets up, "I got yours and mine, now lets go." -- WELCOME TO PEARSON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

I hear over the intercom, my eyes are squinting at the bright lights. Erik and I are hand in hand as we navigate through the busy airport looking for baggage claim. We finally find it and with that we find my parents with a big sign reading, "The Stevens" I cover my face in embarrassment. My mother squeals "Y/N! My baby!" She grabs me up and hugs me really tight, rocking me left and right. "How was your flight?" "A nightmare, ma. Seven hours of the same toddler screaming, people coughing in my personal space..I'm tired. Can we go to the house now?" She nods, "Okay baby. Hello Son! How are you?" He hugs my mom, "I'm good Raina, I was tryna keep her comfortable for the entire flight." "You know how fickle Y/N is about packed flights." "She hates it." They say in unison. "Aye! Enough ragging on my daughter. We both hate crowds in cramped spaces! I'm glad you made it out here to see us, lovebug." My daddy kissed me on the cheek and gave Erik a firm handshake, "It's nice to finally meet my son-in-law to be." "Likewise Mr. Y/L/N." "Call me Wallace, or dad." They both smiled at the informality.

-- We settled into my parent's house quite nicely, and damn is this house nice. Five bedrooms, Seven bathrooms. A Spacious back yard, a minibar in the living room, the kitchen with white appliances and white marble counter tops, the island in the center. They even have a wine cellar for their vast collection of wines! This is truly their dream house. I'm so happy for them. As a retired physician and banker, they really made their dreams come true as empty nesters. Suddenly, I felt a lump in my throat, like I couldn't swallow my saliva. I shook my head and forcefully swallowed. Not thinking much of it, I head to the kitchen where I bump into my brother, Jordan.

"Hey bighead! Wassup?" I nudge him, "Shit, tryna get some water if you'd move!" He steps aside, "My bad. Daaayym! That must cost a grip!" Jordan grabs my left hand, "Nice. Where's my bro anyway?" I point upward, "Upstairs sleeping, we're hella jet lagged. Where's my sister?" Jordan married Daisa last year, she's expecting their first child in February. "She's in the office, talking to dad about plans for our nursery. You know he's hella excited to be a pop pop." I giggle at the name, "Why don't grandparents ever wanna be called grandpa and grandma?" He shrugs, "I don't know.." "Because we're not old." My mom slides in the kitchen from the wine cellar. She slaps Jordan's hand, "You better get a coaster for that cup! Wash it when you finished, too!" "Okay ma! I'm going to check on Daisa anyway!"

I sit on the island as I gulp down my bottled water. "Have ya'll thought about any plans for the wedding yet, baby?" mom sips some of her Cabernet. I shake my head, "Nah, we've just been so.." "Engulfed into each other that you haven't thought about it?" We laugh at the same time, "What can I say? I really love him, ma." "I know you do, baby. You've been glowing since he asked.." She takes a sip, then continues, "Speaking of glow, you know I dreamed about fishes the other night." My eyes instantly rolled at her phrase, my mom being from Florida, she always has these superstitions. The fish dreams are always on point though. She dreamed about fishes last year, Jordan and Daisa found out they were pregnant. Three years before that she dreamed of fishes, my oldest brother Stephan got his fiancee Joyce pregnant. I shake my head at her, "Maybe Daisa is having the baby early." "Girl, she's carrying too small, that baby is just fine in there until February, maybe even March. Erik has been sleep since you guys got here four hours ago. Jet lag, my ass." I then thought about how my older brothers were before they knew their women were pregnant. The Y/L/N tradition always stood, the woman may have some symptoms, but the men always carried the sleepiness and the over eating. It never failed. My dad gained a total of fifty pounds thanks to the three of us.

Last week

Erik had been staying late at work all week, Friday is finally here and I decided to take a half day and cook his favorite. Fried chicken, brown rice, gravy, collards, and cornbread. He finally got home as the collards finished boiling down. "Hey babe, whatchu in here cooking?" "My baby's favorite!" I sniffed the aromas from the foyer "Y/N, you want something don't you?" I shook my head as I fed him some greens and kissed his olive oil ridden lips, "I just wanna take care of you tonight. I know you been working late this week, So wash up and get ready for dinner." He pulled me in for another kiss as he smacked my ass, "What about dessert?" I giggled, "Nigga. You get dessert every night. Tonight ain't no different." He stretched his arm out and pulled it back to him, "Yes!"

I look at him dumbfounded as he devours his meal like he just got home from prison. Erik is eating everything at once, smacking obnoxiously and moaning. "Is it good?" He nodded as he continued smashing his plate.

SNAP SNAP! "Y/F/N, Y/M/N! Are you here?!" I blink out of my flashback and swallowed hard, "Uh..yeah. Yeah. I'm here. Uh, I'll be back." I run upstairs to our room and closed the door. Almost out of breath, I drink the rest of the water in the bottle and pull my phone out. I immediately pull up my period tracker app..

Day 38, you are six days late (Pregnant?)

Oh, No. I start pacing around the room. Erik and I never talked about kids. He's awesome with the kids at the outreach center, but those are school aged kids. I've never seen him with a baby, baby. I'm still out of breath, I look over to Erik, his eyes are fluttering..shit, he's about to wake up.

DING DONG!

I hear Stephan's annoying ass scream out, "Food's here!"

-- Silence falls around the dinning room table, nothing but forks hitting plates can be heard, with an occasional sip here and there. I look to my left to see Erik smashing his plate once again, which is putting me off of my food. "Son, have you eaten today? You okay?" My dad asks as he passes Erik the box of takeout. "Blink twice if Y/N is not feeding you!" Stephan jokes as Jordan laughs with him. Erik finally slows down, "Oh, nah. I haven't eaten since breakfast. We had a long flight. I guess I'm really hungry." He looks to his right, lightly headbutting me, I return a nervous grin. "So, I dreamed of fishes the other night!" The entire table groans out except for mom and Erik. Stephan objects, "Man look, it's not us! Joyce is on that ICU thing!" She quickly interjects, "It's an IUD, stupid. I'm not pregnant, Raina. We might revisit the conversation in a year or so, but there's no fishes this way." Joyce holds up her wine glass and throws it back, confirming. I gulp down my sweet tea, which is tasting quite nasty, but I had to get this food down one way or another. My dad looks over at Jordan, Daisa yells out, "It's only one in here! She's not coming until February!" "Maybe March!" My mom interrupts, then winks at me.

Like clockwork, the entire table looks at me and Erik. Erik is still looking confused at the entire conversation, "What's dreaming of fishes about?" "Bro, it means swimmers been swimming! Soldiers been marching!" Stephan throws out the ridiculous figures of speech. Erik looks around the table again then his light bulb turned on, "Ohhhh!" He laughs and goes back to eating, "Nah. If Y/N was pregnant, I would know. Ain't that right, baby?" I laugh with him, "Yeah! Mhm." Everyone shrugs it off and my dad changes the subject to Canadian football. I scoot my chair back and dismiss myself to the upstairs bathroom. That tea really threw my entire meal off, I feel myself heave as I'm climbing the stairs, I shake my head trying to shake off the feeling. Then I heave harder, feeling my dinner come up. I run to the bathroom and made it just in the nick of time to reach the toilet.

"Y/N! You okay, baby?" My mom's voice echos through the east wing of the second floor, I'm still throwing up..not able to answer. She leans against the doorway of the bathroom and smiles at me from the mirror, "I'm never wrong." I wipe my mouth and flush the toilet.

Three Days before Christmas

The past three days have been torture. I still hadn't bought a test to confirm or deny mom's allegations. I'm scared to know for sure. Even though I'm sure I am, especially since I throw up every night after dinner, and my mom meets me at the bathroom door with sparkling water like clockwork. Saying the same thing, "I'm never wrong." I cringe just thinking of the way she says it. So arrogantly, like she knew all along it was me. Even before I thought it was me!

I slept in this morning, I woke up around half past noon and went straight to the kitchen. The men of the house cooked a continental breakfast that blessed the entire house with it's great aroma. I was the last significant other to get up for breakfast, so as tradition stood, I had to set the table. "I'll help you sis." Daisa waddles over to the drawer where the silverware was as I went in the pantry to grab the tablecloth.

I fan the cloth out over the table and Daisa follows, laying down the forks and spoons in front of each chair. "You ready for my niece to get here?" She sighed deeply, "YES! Ready is an understatement!" I giggle as I grab the glasses from the china cabinet. "Girl, If I could have her now, I would! She keeps kicking me in my damn ribs like she hates me!" I shake my head as I felt a sharp cramp on my side, I paused as I hold myself where the pain is, "It is you, isn't it?" I look up at her and shrug, "I don't know." She smiles at me, "There's nothing to be scared of, Y/N. That man in there loves you. He's been gawking about you all morning! 'Y/N just made partner at her firm! Y/N is a better cook than me! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.' His world revolves around you. You two will make great parents." Somewhere in the middle of her saying all of that, I start crying. She shushed me as she pulled me into her, "It's okay love. Whenever you ready to find out, we'll go to the store, okay?" I nod as I wipe away my tears.

-- Christmas Eve

"Alright guys, We're going on our last minute Christmas shopping spree! We'll be back--" "Whenever we get done spending your caaaash!" Joyce interrupts my mom as we all laugh out the door. We spend our car ride to Eaton Centre singing along to all the nineties girl group hits. Mom finally finds a parking space and we arrive in the crowded mall. Mom pulls out the directory, "Let's see here, I have to go to the J. Crew to get Wallace his sweater." Joyce joins in, "I have to get SJ his iPad Mini at the Apple store." Daisa links her arm into mine, "I'm done with all my shopping, so I'll just go where Y/N goes." Mom hands me the directory, "I guess I can get Erik this watch he's been talking about from Top Shop." "Alright ladies, We'll meet at the food court at four for lunch!" We all go in opposite directions to our destinations.

"You know, there's a pharmacy in here too?" Daisa says as she's looking through each display window we pass. "Oh, really?" She nods, "There's no time like Christmas Eve to know, Y/N." I sigh and throw my arms up, "You're right. Let's get this watch first." We finally reach TopShop and the store is almost packed wall to wall. We pry through the crowd to the accessory section where I find his Rosefield black and gold watch with a black snake skin-like material band. N'jadaka loves black and gold. I love the way it looks on him. He looks so regal, as he should, since he's Prince of Wakanda and all. Daisa and I waited in the checkout line for almost an hour, but I got the watch, She asked them for a large gift bag, I was about to object before she put her hand up, "I got this. Don't worry about it." "Excuse me!" I stop a girl who looked like she was a local, "I'm sorry, I'm visiting from out of town, do you know where the Pharmacy is?" She nods and says, "Go down this way, down the stairs, make a right, It'll be past the Victoria's Secret." "Thank you so much. Happy Holidays!" She returns the sentiment as Daisa and I walk past her to our new destination.

Daisa and I come to the conclusion to buy three ClearBlue tests since they were the easiest results to read. It was fifteen minutes until four so we buy the tests and make a beeline for the food court. We pass the Starbucks where we find Joyce at the front of the line, she grabs her caramel macchiato, "Do y'all know there's a different word for sneakers here? The barista kept saying, 'Nice runners' I'm like, 'I'm not running nowhere!'" Daisa and I look at each other and bust out in laughter. Mom finds all of us with mad bags in her hands, "What are we eating?"

-- We finally get home around six, the boys are yelling in the living room, we all look at each other and say in unison, "They're drunk!" I hid Erik's present in our room and put the pregnancy tests in our bathroom drawer. I hadn't taken them yet, I was waiting on my mom and Daisa, but her words rang in my head 'no time like Christmas Eve to find out..' I grab one test from the drawer and urinate on the stick. I place the top back on it and put it back in the drawer. I go back down in the living room where my family sat around the TV watching football. My fiancee watching with his lips tucked, dimples poking out, and an egg nog sitting in between his legs. His eyes meet mine and he sets his cup aside, patting in the space for me to sit. I lay against him as everyone else is heckling. His lips connect to my scalp, "I'm tired babe, I think I'm gonna go down early." He rubs my arm, "Okay baby, I'll be up in a while." I nod then get up and look in Daisa's direction, she winks at me tells Jordan she has to use the bathroom and we both go upstairs.

We get to the second floor, "I took one." "What did it say?" I shrug. "I took it and put it in the drawer." My mom nudges us, "Well, go find out!" The few steps to our bedroom feels like a thousand, I peer down to my hands, they're shaking and sweating. Daisa holds my left hand, my mom holds my right, "No matter what the test says, You'll be alright. You're loved, not just by Erik, but by all of us. You're good." My mom flips the light switch in the bathroom. I open the drawer with the used test in it, I grab it and squint my eyes at the results

Pregnant ☺(7-8)

I drop the test, as it hit the tile my mom picks it up and smiles, "I'm never wrong."

Christmas Day

Babe.. Babe..Y/N. Wake up! My eyes flutter at N'jadaka's voice, "Hm?" "Merry Christmas, baby." He holds out a box. I rub my eyes and sit up, "What is it?" His lips collide with mine, "Open it." I claw at the top part of the box, "What is it?" He helps me, it's his father's chain. "I thought, I'd give the person that means the most to me, the thing that means the most to me." He pulls out the chain and places it around my neck, "The ring, is made of vibranium. It's totally impenetrable." I pull him to me, "I love you. I love you so much." He kisses my forehead, "I love you too, Y/N." "Y/N! Erik! Time to open Gifts!" My mom calls us from downstairs.

We watch as SJ opens up his gifts from all of us, He got all of the clothes, toys, and games his little heart desired. As he was distracted by his new Audi toy car, the adults opened their gifts. Stephan got Joyce and upgrade to her engagement ring. Joyce got him season tickets to the New York Giants games. They only agreed to give each other one gift since they splurged on SJ. Mom got dad private chef lessons from the sous chef of Gordon Ramsey's restaurant, a few sweaters and ties, and a trip to Dubai for next Christmas. My dad got mom two new charms for her Pandora bracelet, an iPhone XS and a Caribbean cruise for the end of summer. Jordan and Daisa agreed to open their gifts when they got back home, they figured traveling with the gifts would be a hassle at customs.

Daisa waddles out of the living room when Erik hands the rest of us black and purple envelopes. I open mine and it reads:

"You are invited to the union of N'jadaka "Erik" Stevens-Udaku and Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N in matrimony at the Royal Palace of Wakanda on the eighth of June in the year of Two Thousand and Nineteen... Erik.."

"Baby. I know you said we would plan a wedding, I've been planning it for months. T'Challa and Shuri helped, I got your parents blessing last summer over the phone." "So that's why you welcomed him with open arms?" My parents held each other on the arm of the couch, "Mhm." "Now, all I need is you, your dress, and your answer. Will you marry me, in Wakanda this summer?"

Daisa waddles back in the living room with the large TopShop bag and a box. "Open your gifts." He stares up at me, puzzled. "What's your answer?" "My answer is, open your gifts." He opened the box first, it had his watch in it, which had a note at the bottom. As long as time exists, you'll have me. Love, Y/N. Erik looks at me as he takes the tissue paper out of the bag, he sees another note, "you'll also have me.." He digs through more tissue paper to find all three tests at the bottom of the bag along with a onesie that says, "Arriving August 2019" Erik stands up with his mouth agape, "You're pregnant?" I nod, "I am. So we may have to reset a date after August." He pulls my arm until I crash into him. I look up into his tear filled eyes, I've only seen him cry like this the first time he told me he loved me. I wipe his tears away and kiss him over and over again until his lips break out into the largest grin, "Y/N, I love you." "I love you more, N'jadaka." Everyone crowded around us in cheers as my mom admits again, "I'm never wrong."

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lyouna · 5 years

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Tyler and his love for his fans

On the Thank You Note of Trench album, he said ” To our fans, thank you for letting me disappear and come back when I need to. You guys mean so much to me on a level that is difficult to explain.”

Tyler is surely one of the most talented and nice people I’ve known. He always seems to care about each one of us and make sure we all doing great.

On May 2013 he posted a picture of him held by tens of fans on Instagram with this description “|My-clique/> yours”

In February 2014 he thanks his clique if feel local everywhere “Feeling like a løcal band in Europe. Favorite kind of shows. Still missing home. UK up next. Stay løcal.”

In April he posted a picture of him kneeling in front of little a girl and taking a piece of paper that she was tending him “she drew me a picture.”

On July, 8 of 2014 he posted of him and the beautiful Jenna Black (at that time) “:.:She said yes:.: I want to share ans celebrate this with all of you right now. How public or private should this be? Well, you guys deserve to see where you have taken me and I like sharing with you who I am. Who we are. We’ve always felt an overwhelming support from all of you and we can’t wait to take this next step together…and yes, that was the most nervous I had never been.”

On October 2014 he posted a picture of 24 clikkies “:.:mutant•kids:.:

On December 2014, a photo of a clikkies tag”:.:clique•art:..i seewhatyou create”

On April 2015, he tweeted about Blurryface Album telling them to “wait until your hear everything”. Few minutes later, he tweeted ” phone corrected ‘until’ to ‘unlit’ for a second, and now i’ll use that word to describe things that are great. twitter game unlit right now”.

And after that, he starts using his new word in a lot of his tweets.

He started by using that word towards one of the person he loves the most on earth, “josh is unlit“, and after that, he used that word to qualifies a lot of his shows and by it giving love to his fans.

He also posts on Insatagram “clique••art:. stay unlit, keep creating” And he posted a lot of clikkies’ art.

He always seems very thankful for everything and thanking everyone for it. ” thank you, my friends. all of you.” Later he addressed to his fans” couldn’t survive without you, friends. will you still be here on the 19th? need to lean on you that day, friends.”

I try to make everyone sure that they get noticed by him “i see you all; in one fashion or another; so thank you, my friends; my peers;” / “it breaks my heart to see that Not posting would lead some of you to believe that i do not Love and Support you. that is simply not true. any day when love defeat hate, you can know i am celebrating, just maybe not on twitter. as for the silence: through personal experience, i want to create and influence something that might help others navigate through the battlefield that is the brain. and for those who understand that terminology, you know what battle i am talking about. but while at this mental ground zero, i have found that any other influence added on, no matter how noble, becomes to heavy for me to carry. i am not strong enough. be patient with me as i grow, that some day i might be able to carry more weight. but for now, i write what i know. both josh and i mean this, with Love and Support, .tyler”

On July 2015, he said ” you all have become so important to us. thank you. now go on, git. you gon make me cry now.”

On August of that same year, he continued “my frens i appreciate you all so much. i use music. you use music. thank you for letting me be a part of that with you.” On Instagram “:newfrens:__|__:øldfens: cometogethernow”

On September, he said “gangsters don’t let their gangster frens cry but my frens and i cry all the time. bye.”

On November, he thanked his fans for making a video for his anniversary “saw the video some of you guys put together for my day of birth. got me all misty. thank you for making me feel. all you, i like all you.::” ” thank you all for the bday weesh’s my frens. now go create.” On Instagram “the German clique always puts on amazing shows. hate that i can’t be with them these next few nights. we’ll be back very soon, i promise. dang, this photo makes me all emotional roadshow.” / ” love getting clique:art at shows, especially when it creeps me out a little. took a close up of this one on my phone. sorry I didn’t catch who to credit.”

On December he posted a clique art on Instagram “i see what you guys create and it convinces me i should keep creating too. you have no idea.”

On the last day of 2015, he thanks his fans to made what he hope for possible “2thousand5teen the year i fell asleep and had one long dream. thank you |-/ “

He also said, “i wish i could have a real conversation with all of you individually.“

“and if you or someone near you needs out of the pit for an emergency, hold up your hand and point down at them. i’ll stop the show for you.“

” just drove slowly past the entire line for our show today. i’ve fallen for you guys. each one of you.“

On February 2016, he posted a photo of him “shows in europe:.:can’t wait to see you frens”

On August “i will never forget this tour. the first installment of the emøtiønal røadshow will forever be a part of who i am as an artist, a friend, a performer, a fan. you guys know how to put on a show. so if you watched from a distance, checked in online or helped hold us up in the pit: thank you. because we are “famous” now we have to do all kinds of interviews with random people but the thing that those people always ask us about is you guys. it’s my favorite type of question because i love to brag about you. i know i may have been distant online recently but i can only take that kind of break to focus on doing shows because i know you guys always hold it down, keep the fire burning, keep tending to that flame. if you guys continue to look out for each other, support each other’s art, and stay together you’ll be unstoppable. and the distance is just a season. more shows to come, more songs to write. only for you guys. |-/“

The clikkies did again a video for his birthday in 2016 and he replied” if you hurt any of these people i will hurt you. thank you frens. so much. |-/”

” . you deserve more than a :thank:you: my frens. the ones who hold this thing up. i brace for the fall but you keep on holding. . “

On February,14 of 2017 he posted 3 times, one for Jenna, one for Josh and one for us” and to you. Happy Valentine’s Day. lets all date.“

On October 2018 he said ” ok im out. i should get on here more. first show of the bandito tour tomorrow in nashville. i like you guys.” / “TRENCH ||-// out now:: tell some people you know, if you can. and if you already spread the news, thank you my fren:: josh was up all night calling everyone in his contacts” In November “hit me hard last night, where we came from, how this started. playing last night in phoenix was a perfect representation of that. thank you, frens. |-/ “

On December “you all are so weird” “and i love every bit of it thank you for making this birthday great/weird and, you know what, happy birthday to all of you, whenever that may be. because when that day truly comes around, i won’t really care that much”

“the bandito tour is very special to me, including any of you who made it to the show this year. thank you. things get quiet around this time, and i’m reminded why i write so much about the lack of sound. it’s deafening. all of the questions. is what i’m doing any good. this last album, was it good enough, what’s the point. i hate typing them out, which might be why i refuse to grant them any punctuation. but then i’m reminded of the show and the people who come. this odd theatrical convention we have landed on as a species, a concert, is somehow healing and protecting, boosting the immune system of the psyche. maybe it’s the ethereal sensation of hearing you all singing in unison, or its the natural warmth of the collective body heat from the pit billowing toward me. whatever t is, i’ve learned it can be harnessed and preserved so that the echoes of its effects can be tapped in to when needed. kneeling down in front of you during the show, i’m collecting. and now as i type this out i’m unpacking, to combat those questions that show up in the quietest of places. feels silly just saying”thank you for coming to the show” so i thought i’d explain it a little. see you at the next one |-“

I hope I made you believe that Tyler loves you because he truly does. He isn’t a singer who doesn’t care about his fans, he does love us. He wants us to stay alive, it’s not some jokes that people told because they think it would make you feel better, it’s the reality. If he learns you didn’t stay alive, it would devastate him.

Stay Alive frens ||-//

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carmenlire · 6 years

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Sitting Pretty

Part II to my Mafia AU!

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“Shut the fuck up, Jace.”

Alec’s voice is barely a whisper of air between them. His total concentration is focused on the lock before him. One hand is holding the end of a stethoscope to the vault door while the other turns the combination lock painstakingly slow.

Barely even breathing, he really does not need to listen to Jace try to rap a verse from A Milli under his breath.

Thankfully, Jace stops trying to impersonate his favorite rapper and Alec listens as the last tumbler falls into place with the quietest of snicks.

Alec loops the stethoscope around his neck and with a sharp gesture to Jace, he carefully starts to open the vault door.

Wryly, he reflects that most seventeen year olds probably don’t have their own lock pick kits and they sure as hell couldn’t be found in the private library of one of the most influential judges in the city.

Alec will be eighteen in September but that seems a million years away. It’s a warm June night, the humidity enough so that five minutes outside has his shirt sticking to his back, but he can feel his freedom so close that he can almost taste it.

He hasn’t told his dad about his plans yet. He’s not afraid but he doesn’t relish that conversation either. Robert keeps talking about grooming Alec to follow in his footsteps eventually. This summer is an apprenticeship of sorts and Alec has gone along with it, hoping that it will help soothe ruffled feathers in a few months when he tells his dad that instead of following in the family’s footsteps, he’s been accepted into Columbia’s pre-law program.

So far, his assignments have been small and nothing he hasn’t done before. He might have just graduated from high school but he’s been well-versed in the Lightwood’s business since he was fourteen and just learning the most effective ways to extract information from a particularly tight-lipped source.

Tonight’s assignment is a little more sophisticated, a little more high-stakes. He and Jace-- his adopted brother that the family had taken in almost ten years ago-- had been told to visit Judge Huckley’s townhouse on the Upper West Side and secure a packet of incriminating evidence that the man had on Alec’s father.

They’d dressed as police officers, slipping into the back door unobserved. After spending the afternoon studying the blueprints of the home, they’d made their way to the library on the second floor with careful steps, making sure that they avoided the security cameras Huckley had installed along the hallway.

Gaining entry into the library, Jace had been lookout while Alec went over to the safe hidden behind a Matisse painting. The vault was over a hundred years old and by sheer coincidence, it had been one of the first models he’d ever practiced on.

Most people had soccer practice after school. Alec learned the fine art of lock-picking, among other equally vital skills.

As he opens the door, Alec nods once at Jace and his brother pads quietly into the hallway. Looking through the contents of the safe with a penlight, Alec sees a few pieces of jewelry tucked safely away and a dozen folders. Huckley isn’t due back for quite some time-- they’d watched him leave with his latest mistress almost an hour ago-- so Alec opens the top folder, skimming through the contents.

He knows what he’s found almost immediately.

He takes the folders and lays them on the desk to take with him. Turning back to the safe, he finds the packet with Lightwood scrawled across the front. He opens the packet and takes the first page out to make sure he has whatever Robert needed.

As he sees photographic evidence of his father and one of his underlings disposing of a man Alec knows was a snitch, he nods to himself grimly.

He’s just closing the safe door and spinning the lock back to the precise number that it’d been left at when he hears it.

The front door opens and Alec can hear two sets of footsteps echoing in the foyer.

Jace ducks his head into the library with a panicked look. For being groomed to take over, Alec’s experience out in the field is paltry at best. While he paid attention during his lessons, Alec thought that he’d just have to bide his time on small assignments until he could get the fuck away from the family business and forget just how tarnished its name was.

Jace, for his part, is on the same page. Alec went with him just last week to the ROTC office. His brother wants to be an Air Force Captain one day and Alec knows that neither of them have signed up for this.

Still, Alec learned well at Robert’s knee and he remains calm as he takes a crucial second to process the fly that’s just landed in the ointment.

Grabbing the folders and incriminating evidence, Alec jerks his head toward the balcony. They might have to scale down the wall to the ground but there’s no other choice.

Jace has taken a single step into the library when they both freeze.

There’s the unmistakable sound of someone getting slapped, a pained cry followed by a sickly thud.

“You goddamn whore,” Huckley bellows out from downstairs. “Did you plan this? Do you have any idea how much you humiliated me this evening, in front of my friends and colleagues?”

There’s an indistinct reply before Huckley’s speaking again. His voice is full of rage, full of wounded pride and righteous fury and Alec takes a shaky breath as he listens.

“Judge Huckley, the biggest fucking cuckold in New York City. How many of my friends have you fucked, you scheming bitch? Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Timbers couldn’t keep his eyes off you-- or should I say your tits,” he sneers. “I thought you were a suitable prize to show the boys but it turns out you had your own plans. I saw the way you looked at him, at Foster and Merynthal. You’ve made me the laughingstock of the ninth circuit and I won’t have it.”

There’s the sound of a hand hitting flesh and the woman cries out. Jace and he share wide-eyed looks as a short scream rings throughout the house before it cuts off abruptly. Without thinking, Alec moves forward towards the door, towards Jace.

He’s stopped by Jace’s hand on his chest. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” his brother hisses and Alec glares back.

“Are you kidding me? We can’t just let him kill her, Jace.”

Shaking his head impatiently, Jace replies, “What do you want to do? Run down there and blow this mission? Huckley is twice our age and it sounds like he’s drunk. You can’t take him. You’ll get your ass kicked if he doesn’t outright kill you.”

“Someone has to save her,” Alec hisses and shoves Jace aside to stride down the corridor.

He walks to the entryway staircase, with its wrought iron railing that curves against the wall. At the top of the stairs, he looks down and his gut churns at the scene.

The woman’s dress is torn to shreds, half hanging off her body. Huckley’s a looming shadow standing over her as she tries to cower away. Closer now, Alec can hear her desperate pleas and he flinches as Huckley serves a vicious kick to her midsection that has her folding into herself, whimpering.

“I swear I didn’t do anything,” she whispers and Huckley laughs menacingly before he abruptly bends down and grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her up to just inches from his face. She gasps for air before choking on her breath, all the while tears fall silently down red cheeks imprinted with stark finger marks.

“I knew you were a fucking slut when I picked you up at that club the first time. I thought you were a smart whore, though, and that you knew better than to play with fire.”

He yanks her closer, seems to get off on her pained yelp. “Do you know what happens when you play with fire, little girl?”

He doesn’t give her a chance to respond before he leans imperceptibly closer and whispers, “You get burned.”

A hand wraps around the woman’s throat and Alec’s learned enough to read the intent in Huckley’s position, in the tension in his arms.

Huckley’s voice wavered in the way a drunk’s does. His movements are violent but the slightest bit unsteady. He’s made up his mind and Alec knows that he has no intention of stopping until she’s dead.

Alec bolts down the stairs. His mind feels a million miles away as he focuses on one thought. He can’t let the judge kill the girl. He has to do something.

Even as panic and fear drown his gut, it’s like everything is razor sharp. There’s a calmness to his movements, an icy focus as he takes the stairs and runs over to the pair.

Without ceremony, he yanks the judge away from the woman. Huckley’s fingers leave scratches along her throat and blood wells up in the shallow tears. She gasps for breath after desperate breath, clawing her way away from the two men.

Alec’s attention barely wavers, though. Huckley wrestles in his grip before getting free. Like a charging bull, he spins around and puts his full force behind a right hook.

Alec ducks just in time and it’s like the red flag’s been waved.

Alec might be young but he hit his latest growth spurt a few months ago. He’s well over six feet tall now but Huckley still towers over him by a few inches and he’s built like a goddamn bulldozer while Alec still has the leanness of youth.

His agility serves him well but it doesn’t take long before he punches Alec in the stomach with a surprisingly sure hit to his solar plexus that makes him feel like his lungs have been wrenched from his chest. He doubles over and Huckley uses that to knee him in the groin.

With a low groan, Alec falls to the floor and he’s barely aware of Huckley turning him over before there are now hands at his throat. Alec chokes on his breath and his hands scramble up to claw futilely at Huckley’s grip.

Alec has been in his share of fights but nothing like this, nothing where the stakes were so fucking high, where the victor claimed his prize by killing his opponent in cold blood.

Vision going grey at the edges, Alec’s not aware of anything but the blood pounding in his ears and as he looks up, his gaze is hopelessly lost in Huckley’s. Moonlight spills through the windows and bathes them both in icy silver.

Alec looks into the eyes of a madman and sees his own death reflected in the unseeing gaze.

He can feel his heart constrict as he tries to take a breath, tries desperately for just one desperate inhale.

In the next minute, though, something comes over him.

Alec will remember this night for the rest of his goddamn life and the next few minutes are seared onto his fucking soul like the most stubborn of stains.

With a shaking arm, he has just enough strength left to raise it to Huckley’s face. He pushes his thumb into Huckley’s eye, and feels Huckley’s bellow of confused pain deep in his chest. He keeps going. Alec doesn’t give up and his focus is entirely on this one simple task.

He feels the give of the eye and almost immediately, blood starts pouring down Huckley’s face, dripping onto Alec.

Huckley’s grip slackens and Alec pulls away, takes a greedy gulp of air that has nausea building in his throat. He’s gasping, reaching for great lungfuls of merciful oxygen and Alec doesn’t know if it’s the rage or the alcohol or the madness still clouding the judge but Huckley lunges for him again.

The next few minutes are full of grunts and whimpers and wheezing breaths. Flesh hitting flesh and guttural groans echo in the foyer as blood stains the once pristine marble floor. Alec lands more hits than he takes, however, and as he straddles Huckley, he keeps punching the man with all his might, losing himself in the rhythmic pattern.

Huckley lies prone but Alec can still taste the edge of terror that had gripped him, still sees his death lingering just out of reach and he can’t stop. Barely aware of it, Alec reaches a bloodstained hand with scraped knuckles around Huckley’s throat and leans down.

He sees awareness in the judge’s one good eye, a light of recognition.

Hovering over the judge, Alec meets his gaze and now he sees what he must have looked like just a few moments before. He sees the gut-wrenching terror as Huckley faces his own mortality at Alec’s own hand.

For his part, Alec doesn’t feel anything right now except bone-shuddering relief and blazing goddamn satisfaction.

“The Lightwoods send their regards,” he says softly and then he breaks Huckley’s neck, relishing the snap of bone and tendon.

The hall falls silent except for Alec’s great, heaving breaths. Someone touches his shoulder and he jerks back, falling on his ass.

Huckley is a still body beside him.

Looking up, he sees Jace watching him carefully. Neither man moves and Alec’s mind feels wrapped in cotton. Now that the fight is over, it’s like someone’s cut his strings and he collapses, suddenly out of energy.

A whimper cuts through the silence though and Alec’s head snaps up to see the woman still in the house, looking at him with wide eyes full of fear.

He lurches to standing and Jace doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything as Alec takes the few halting steps over to her. She whimpers, and tries to crawl back but Alec reaches her in just a second.

Crouching down, he catalogs the cuts on her cheek and the tear stains that reflect the moonlight.

He reaches a hand out and runs a careful finger over the dark finger marks on her neck, already bruising blue.

The woman watches him and distantly, Alec wonders that she isn’t breathing, that her chest isn’t even moving.

He raises his eyes from her neck to her eyes. There’s a moment, brief but bare where they just study each other.

“If you ever tell anyone who was here, I will find you and those will be the last words you ever speak. Understand?”

She nods once and Alec echoes the gesture before he smiles, just a little. “Leave.”

Scrambling up, the woman stumbles toward the back door. Alec watches dispassionately as she stumbles and trips, falling down onto her knees before she gathers herself up and flees into the night.

Alec stands and his vision wavers. Turning around, his gaze snags on the body and he freezes.

“Oh God, Jace,” he whispers, staring at Huckley. “What did I do?”

His knees give out and Alec falls hard to the marble floor but he doesn’t feel the impact as he studies the judge laying on the ground, neck twisted and face grotesque.

He can’t breathe.

Alec’s barely aware of the wrenching gasps he’s taking as he tries desperately to get some goddamn air to his lungs. It feels like his chest is on fire as he look at the man’s he’s just killed.

His eyes fall down to his hands and he sees dried blood under the nails and palms stained red.

Choking, Alec bends over and throws up right onto the floor. It feels like his organs are trying to escape and he viciously wants to cleanse himself.

I’ve never killed a man before, Alec thinks dully. I’m a murderer.

On his hands and knees, Alec heaves up everything until he’s spitting up stomach acid.

He doesn’t startle this time when he feels Jace lay a hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t look up, though.

Jace gently guides him until he’s sitting up and Alec watches him with glazed eyes.

Jace wipes his mouth and leans forward until their foreheads are touching. Neither one says anything and Jace takes a shuddering breath before he pulls away and catches Alec’s eyes.

He stares into Alec’s goddamn soul.

“You did what you had to,” his brother says hoarsely. “You saved that woman and you killed Huckley out of self defense. He didn’t give you a choice.”

Taking a bracing breath, Jace seems to bolster himself before he continues. “You need to leave,” he says slowly, making sure that Alec understands.

Alec frowns and starts shaking his head. “I can’t leave--”

“Alec,” Jace cuts in sharply. “Take the folders and the evidence and go home. Give them to Robert and take a shower. Burn your clothes. Listen to whatever else he has to say. Let me deal with this.”

“I can’t ask you to--”

“You’re not asking me,” Jace stubbornly replies. “I will clean the house up and set it to rights. I will dispose of the body.” Ignoring Alec’s flinch, he continues, “You’re my brother. Nothing’s changed with that. Let me do this, Alec.”

Let me take care of you is what Alec hears and he’s quiet for a minute, studying Jace before he finally nods.

“Thank you,” he replies hoarsely.

Jace pulls him into a bone crushing hug and Alec wraps his own arms around him mechanically.

He feels a piece of himself knit back into place at the embrace.

“I love you, Alec. I will stand by you, no matter what.”

Pulling back, Alec nods once before he climbs to his feet, Jace following.

He stares down at Huckley’s body and as nausea builds again, he swallows hard. He makes himself study the corpse and sears every detail onto his memory.

This is what I’m capable of, Alec thinks.

He backs away and heads toward the floor where he’d dropped the papers. Grabbing them all up, Alec tries to ignore just how badly his hands are shaking.

Looking at Huckley one last time, Alec turns his back to the scene, to Jace taking off his coat and rolling up his sleeves.

He leaves through the front door and doesn’t look back again.

It doesn’t take long to get home and Alec goes directly to Robert’s office. He sees the light on and pushes the door open, letting it swing until he sees his father bent over paperwork at his imposing desk.

Looking up, Robert opens his mouth before he shuts it close with a snap.

“What happened,” he asks briskly.

So, Alec tells him. The room is silent as Alec explains about the woman and the madness lurking in Huckley’s eyes, and his own desperate need to survive.

Robert listens without interruption until Alec winds down. There’s a few moments of silence before Robert stands.

“You got the file I needed, I assume?”

Nodding dully, Alec holds it out along with the dozen other folders.

“Huckley seemed to be blackmailing a few people. I found these files in his safe. From what I’ve seen, there’s at least one senator and the owner of a shipping company on his list.”

Robert takes everything, tapping it against his palm a few times as he considers his heir.

Finally, he brings a hand onto Alec’s shoulder. Desperately, Alec tries not to flinch away.

“I’m proud of you, son,” he says as he releases Alec and turns back to his desk to settle in his chair.

He stares out the window as he continues, “I remember my first kill. I was nineteen and I found out that the bastard had been doctoring the books and skimming some of my money-- some of our money-- from the till. He never saw it coming.”

Robert’s voice is bemused, proud as he tells Alec about it. Alec feels sick.

Straightening in his seat, Robert flips open the folder about the Lightwoods and starts reading. Absently, he remarks, “Go take a shower and dispose of your clothes. I’ll send a man around to make sure that Jace did a thorough enough job and we won’t mention this again.”

He looks up at Alec and smiles a little. “I was worried, you know,” Robert admits softly. “I didn’t know if you had it in you. I wondered if you had the skills and stomach to take over one day. I’m glad to see that my fear was for nothing.”

Robert dismisses him the next minute and Alec turns on his heel and makes his way to his bedroom.

He strips out of his clothes and lights the fireplace that has him sweating almost immediately in the June heat. He watches as flames devour his blood-stained clothes, as they erase the evidence of what he’s done.

Heading towards the bathroom, Alec turns the water on before stepping into the shower. He doesn’t know how long he stays under the scalding spray but he scrubs and scrubs and scrubs at his skin until it’s raw, until it’s painful, until he can’t feel anything but the burn from the water and the soap.

He can’t get clean, though. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be clean again.

It’s a few days later when Alec comes home from the library. He’s been spending as much time as he can alone, away from everyone and everything he knows. He doesn’t want to be around anything familiar, feels like he’s tainting things by his mere presence.

The library is his safe haven, even if he has to pretend that he doesn't see Jace across the room standing sentry with worried eyes.

Climbing up the stairs, Alec’s exhausted. Opening his bedroom door, he kicks it shut behind him and freezes when he sees the gift laying in the middle of his bed.

He walks over and picks up the box with the accompanying card.

Alexander is scrawled across the front.

He flips open the card and his soul lurches at the note. Somehow, he’s not surprised.

My son,

The first kill is a rite of passage for the men in our family. His death marks your ascension to manhood and what a man you’re turning out to be.

I hope you like the watch and that every time you check the time, you’re reminded of the pride a father has for his son and your capability as the future head of this family and its empire.

You will be king one day, Alec, and I know you’ll do a spectacular job of it.

I’m proud of you, Robert

Alec blinks furiously before he opens the box and sees a silver Rolex staring up at him. The watch cost a fortune and Alec laughs a little, hysterical, and such a gift.

If he’d only known what he’d have to do to get something so exorbitant.

Taking the watch out, he slips it onto his wrist. It’s heavy, seems to weigh more than it should.

It fits perfectly and gleams against his arm. Shivering a little, Alec swallows hard.

He likes it.

Moving over to the window, Alec stares down at at a bustling New York. He’s not stupid, is well aware that the Lightwoods have dwelt in the shadows for decades. He’s the latest in a long line of men who have been groomed to take over such a dynasty.

Alec had thought that he was almost free, though. He wanted to be a lawyer. He wanted the sunlight.

He’s so cold that he doesn’t think he’ll ever be warm again.

With a sigh, something hardens in his chest. This is his life. This is who he was always meant to be.

He knows now that there was never any hope of escaping, that something dark lingers in his chest and clouds his soul.

Huckley was a vicious, heartbreaking lesson but Alec’s learned it well. It wouldn’t do to chafe against tradition.

He sent his regrets to Columbia’s admissions office just that morning.

There’s grief but Alec can’t help but remember those seconds of satisfaction he’d felt before he snapped Huckley’s neck. There’d been pride there before the devastation and Alec knows enough to know that most people wouldn’t have felt that.

Jace finds him a few hours later, still standing in front of the window.

Alec looks up and Jace sucks in a harsh breath before moving over to stand next to him.

Staring over the city-- his city one day-- Alec murmurs, “Did you mean it when you said you’d always stand by me?”

From his peripheral, he sees Jace’s eyes close and his expression looking mournful for a split second before he opens his eyes and meets Alec’s steady gaze.

“I did,” he says somberly. “You’re my brother and my best friend. I’ll always be by your side.”

Alec stares into eyes he knows as well as his own before he blinks once, slowly, and turns to look back out the windows.

“Then, this is our life now,” he murmurs. “And what a life it will be.”

Over the next few months as New York sinks into summer, Alec takes on increasing responsibility. Robert lets him in and Alec learns more in three months than he had in the previous five years.

His assignments become more dangerous and Alec watches life trickle from men with increasing frequency. He’s put through his paces as he becomes intimately acquainted with what it means to look into a man’s eyes and snuff out his life.

September rolls around and Alec turns eighteen. With it, he takes on even more responsibility and his days start to follow a routine.

Alec doesn’t feel anything, though. He does what he’s assigned and he learns the ropes and he watches his father, cataloging all the mistakes he sees and making a list of what he’ll change when he takes over one day.

He doesn’t expect to so soon.

A few weeks after his birthday, Alec walks into Robert’s office and sees his life change once again at the hands of a dead man.

Robert’s throat is slit ear to ear in a grotesque simile of a smile. His father’s eyes are unseeing and Alec walks over mechanically and sees the note pinned to his chest.

Nobody steals what’s mine. Consider this a warning, young Lightwood, that you don’t follow too closely in your father’s footsteps.

It’s not signed and Alec doesn’t have time to figure out who did this before he’s calling for the only person he can think of.

Jace comes running into the office and stumbles to a stop at the scene.

“It looks like Robert took on more than he could chew,” Alec says coldly. “I need you to dispose of his body and get a few people in here to clean this place up.”

Jace nods once and steps closer to lay a hand on Alec’s shoulder.

Stiffening, Alec shrugs out of Jace’s grasp. He stares at what remains of his father as he says, “I’m fine, Jace. I believe I gave you orders?”

There’s the barest beat of silence before Jace replies softly, “Yes, sir.”

Nodding once, Alec leaves the office and goes all the way to his bedroom before he slumps against the closed door.

He doesn’t know who killed his dad but he needs to find out. He needs to tell his men-- no longer his dad’s employees but his own.

Distantly, he thanks God that Izzy is away at boarding school in London at that by a stroke of fate-- which might not have been so coincidental at all-- Max and his mother are visiting her for a few weeks.

Alec gets through the next few months in a blur. He becomes the leader his father always pushed for and his men fall in line with barely a hitch.

He takes over operations and acquires an Athletic Club to use as a front, selling the townhouse and its memories in the process. He works around the clock and shores up relationships and alliances with those who think he’s too young and too vulnerable or too inexperienced to take over the Lightwood Empire.

He proves them all wrong. He oversees construction on the club and makes investments all over the city. More often than not, Alec sleeps in the bedroom he’d fortified at the gym and he makes so many decisions that his head’s dizzy with it.

He spends what little free time he has looking for his father’s murderer. Alec might not have loved the man but in this business, slights can never go unnoticed or unavenged. Alec needs to retain his father’s power and build his own and he can only do that by finding the person who killed Robert and making an example of them.

Alec throws himself into business and doesn’t look back.

A year later, Alec’s sitting in his office looking over his arms dealing profits for the month when there’s a knock on his door.

Bringing the glass of whiskey up to his mouth, he sighs before taking a lingering sip. If it’s not one thing it’s another and Alec’s job is never goddamn done.

He looks down at his watch, at the shining reminder that keeps steady time, and frowns a little.

“Come in,” he calls and settles back in his seat as he sees Jace enter.

“He’s waiting for you,” his brother and right hand man says.

Standing, Alec nods once. “Thanks, Jace. Has he given anything up yet?”

Jace shakes his head. “He refuses to say anything about the lead we’ve found. He’s all yours, man.”

Alec smiles and its glacial. “Well, then, let’s get to the party,” he murmurs and moves to leave the room.

Before he can though, Jace is stopping him with an arm across his chest.

Alec looks up at Jace with a raised brow, not saying anything.

“There are rumours floating around about Bane and I think we need to talk about them first.”

Shrugging out of Jace’s hold, Alec reaches for the door.

“As long as Bane stays out of my way, I’m leaving him be. I have bigger things to worry about than an emerging rival.”

“You’re not worried that he’s going to unseat you? That he’s taking over from his father and by the rumours, doing a damned good job of it?”

Exasperated, Alec rolls his eyes. “He hasn’t come after me yet and until he makes a move, I refuse to split my men even further. I’m still on a shaky foundation, Jace, and I can’t afford to throw my focus onto a man who might never become an issue.”

Jace opens his mouth but Alec stops him with a firm look. “Leave it, Jace,” he says sternly.

He waits a beat to make sure that Jace won’t disagree further before he turns toward the door and heads to one of his interrogation rooms.

Bane was a big name in the underworld but Alec can’t pay him any mind when he’s still trying to figure out who killed his father, when he's still establishing his own rule.

He’s started hearing whispers about his perceived weakness and Alec can’t afford for those to go undefended. He needs something fast and the man currently waiting to be questioned was almost guaranteed to have the answer.

Alec rolls up his sleeves as he strides down the corridor.

He’s relaxed with the quiet authority his men admire shown in his graceful steps. Alec’s the king of his little corner of the world and the next few hours are more of the same.

What a difference a year makes, he thinks wryly and looks down at his watch in reflex, unaware of even doing so.

He nods to the guard stationed outside the door and the man opens it for him as Alec steps smoothly through it.

The man chained to the chair in the middle of the cement floored room looks up on autopilot before he freezes.

He knows that Lightwood has a reputation. He’s heard the whispers and shrinks back in his seat as his chest lurches in fear.

Alec Lightwood stares at him with cold eyes and an icy smile that shows just how unbothered he is by what’s about to happen. With an almost imperceptible nod, another guard rolls a cart laden with tools to the middle of the room.

What he sees on it has the man choking in terror, trying desperately to wrench himself from the chair.

Alec watches his expression with an amused smile and reaches for one of the knives lined up neatly in its tray.

“Now, Randall, I have a few questions. . .”

#my writing #wiic tag #sitting pretty #malec mafia au

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Right Hand Man (Loyal to the End) (Full Series)

Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

Synopsis: You were like Talia’s daughter. The only thing was that you weren’t and instead, you had grown up in the foster care system and at a young age were taken by and personally trained by Talia. Along the way, you meet Damian and the two of you start to work side by side and eventually, after some time become closer and closer. However, when disaster in the league strikes, you face balancing an old, forgotten life as a normal child and the burden of right hand to the demon heir.

Note: I know that this is long and that there are a good number of time skips, but I didn’t want to make this into a series and just wanted it as a long fic because .... well because I can lol

Also, I didn’t want to have Damian so young in this so just go with it. I’m thinking maybe early 15 or almost 16 at the most. Idk I just don’t like writing for young Dami.

Warnings: mentions of murder, blood, brief mentions of torture but not for long, almost dying, sadness, trying to find your place?, pit madness, this entire series had some angst ngl

Word Count: 21151

Growing up was a lot different for you than anyone else. For the first part of your life, you grew up in a perfect little family with a stable living condition and happy atmosphere. What happened later was easy to explain in all theory. There was a drunk driver and it didn’t end to well for your parents. With no remaining family, you were thrown into the foster care system and rotated around homes until finally one day, a strange woman came in with a smiley demeanor and was walking around the orphanage that you were in looking around when her eyes landed on you. You stared before she approached you. During your time in the system, you met tons of different people. Most were good, but some were bad. Those bad people had two different personalities around different people and you recognized it easily. This time however, it was different. You knew she was bad, but not anything that you were really scared of.

“You’re not who you say you are.” You whispered to her softly.

She smiled in a way telling you were right. A few months after that encounter, she came back again. This time however, you were going with her. She took you to a hotel room after a short and quiet drive. That was when she finally started talking.

“My name is Talia, you will address me as such.” She said, “I’m going to take you to a place far away from here where you will train to become one of the most lethal of your kind.” “I expect only obedience. If I do not get this, you will be punished. Now, do you understand?”

“Yes Talia.” You replied carefully.

“What is your preferred name?” Talia asked.

“Y/N.”

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From then on, you were trained and taught with the best tutors alive. Not that they wanted to without a bit of persuasion and after your lessons, along with Damian’s, Talia’s birth son, they mysteriously disappeared. You knew what happened to them however. It was pretty easy to guess even for the most stupid person. Besides, you had to kill one yourself in the past.

You were a quiet person and took well to Talia. She saw you as one of her own. That was high praise coming from someone who wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone at a wrong glance. Your training came from her and only the top members of the League. Anyone else was seen as too easy or below even your own level of skill. That’s how it always was. You always avoided too much conversation with Damian when you were young and merely tolerated him for the most part. You saw him as a begrudging equal in power and standing. You were liked more secretly since you weren’t one to be overly proud or bold in talking about where you stood. In fact, the most you did was command and fight. You saw no point in boasting on positions of power. It was a useless waste of time and a means to get yourself killed.

On days you got time off, even if It was for a few minutes, you were always found in the quietest parts of the base. Whether that was your room or any kind of gardens, you would be found there. Talia always knew where you were because of this.

“I expect you are prepared for the next mission Y/N?” She asked walking to you one morning after training.

“As always Talia.” You said standing to greet her.

She sat down with you for only a little bit and the conversation was brief.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been lost in thought recently.” She noted, “What matter is this over?”

You were shocked. It wasn’t everyday Talia showed any kind of emotion like this. Maybe tiny, tiny gestures after successful missions that you had led, but not much other than that.

“I’ve just been thinking of the success of my upcoming mission. I need to know that these certain recruits are not going to jeopardize the mission. While they aren’t new, I have an instinct they will prove unfit for this kind of work.”

“I understand. Measures will be taken if they prove useless.” Talia assured, “All concerns aside, you are needed prepared and ready. If not, the roll of leader will be given elsewhere.”

“You should not concern yourself with me, I will be fully capable of leading a squad myself.” You stood, “it is time for me to leave however.”

The mission was going fine until now. You were right about the recruits. When they messed up, you immediately jumped into action killing who they missed. In this process, you were drenched in rain water and blood. No one had ever seen you this furious. This is why you were leader, you were the only one that knew what to do in times of stress and how to punish those who wronged the goal of the missions.

“You fools!” You shouted in the ship, “You had the perfect chance and did not take it! Your assignments were simple for a reason and you almost jeopardized the entire assignment over a bit of rain!” “I have finished missions nearly dead and you incompetent idiots couldn’t kill four people.” “When we get back to the base, you should be expecting punishment accordingly.”

The rest of the ride was dead silent but for your second in command and yourself discussing matters of the mission in a different language. It wasn’t a long flight and by the time you were back, you were still soaked. Brushing a piece of wet hair that was just now starting to curl once more, you approached Talia, who was being trailed closely by Damian who almost stepped back by the look you had on your face.

“What happened?” Talia demanded glaring for a quick second at the questionable recruits.

“The mission was almost jeopardized by the recruits that I raised concern about. They put unnecessary risks onto the table and missed the simple instructions they were assigned.” You narrowed your eyes some, “I took care of what they couldn’t.” “The mission was successful.”

“Very well. Hit the showers and meet me in the briefing room in 40 minutes.” Talia said.

“Understood.” You walked passed her and Damian, only stopping to acknowledge him for a few seconds, “Damian.” You said nodding.

“Y/N.” You were the only one that could address him as his first name besides Talia and The Demon Head and you were the only one he’d use a first name for.

You continued down the hallway and a few more before making into another sector of the building that you stayed. Those in high ranking had their own bathrooms such as you and Talia. It was seen as a sign of respect and designation from the rest. You walked into your bedroom, smaller as they tended to be and grabbed your change of clothes. This is what you normally wore around the complex if you weren’t going on missions. It was as simple as a black suit with straps for weapons and a place for your swords. Other than that, it was nothing special. It was against code to wear any kind of sleep wear outside of your room.

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While on your way back from the briefing room, you decided to take a detour to the roof tops where you stayed sometimes. The view was incredible at night and the stars shown brighter than you’d seen anywhere else. There was a cool breeze up there and the occasional glimpse of the nightly patrol off in the distance. You were alone for most of the time and became captive to your own thoughts running wild. That didn’t mean you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you though.

“What brings you to the roof?” You asked to the figure not even turning around.

You knew it was Damian just by how he walked. It typically took a few minutes for the two of you to drop your guard, even in the slightest, however it was the only time you could.

“I wanted some fresh air and figured you’d be here. I am pleased to find that I was not incorrect in my thinking.” He replied sitting next to you.

“I’m flattered.”

The sarcastic tone of your comment led a smirk onto Damian’s face.

“You looked abnormally angry after today’s assignment.” He commented, “I was surprised to see you so...”

“Covered head to toe in blood and rain?”

“Precisely.”

“Well, that would not have happened if there was not a reason for it to. By all means, sometimes, I expect there to be mistakes. I also expect there to be repercussions. But if you cannot even finish off the simplest of tasks, you are by all means an absolute incompetent fool.” “I could have done that as a young child.”

“I noticed you seemed to be less than pleased when recruits were assigned on Monday.” Damian said, “I presumed it was something to do with those individuals.”

“Correct.”

There was some silence between the two of you. Some night up on the rooftops, there were no conversations. You two acknowledged each other’s presence and continued on your way, minding your own business, and ultimately being comfortable in each other’s company. However, tonight you had something else in mind.

“Has Talia been acting strangely more... emotional? In a positive way I think.” You asked him, “I thought it might have just been me, but with some more conversation with her earlier this morning, I suspect something must be wrong.”

“I have noticed that. I am sure that there is nothing too terribly wrong to fear. Grandfather has had no change in his demeanor... That said, he is more seasoned to conflict.” Damian remarked, “You do get more information on matters on occasion with your status.”

“I know, that’s why I’m concerned.” “I don’t want to be caught in the middle of some war or whatever the case may be. Besides, I have my real assignment which is watching over you. I don’t need anything getting in the way of why I’m supposedly really here.”

“You are aware that your “only job” isn’t just to be my protector or however my mother worded when we were young children. You’re also one of most commanding and powerful people I’ve ever met. Your position was well placed in your hands and it is well taken care of by you.” Damian commented.

“High praise coming from the grandson of The Demon Head.” You almost let a smile slip onto your face at what he said.

“I don’t remember a day where you weren’t there in some way.” He said, “Whether that was to scold me for being too proud of my bloodline or just making sarcastic remarks about anything you could.” He smirked, “Not that I didn’t fire back.”

“Mhmm. Talia, as much as she doesn’t want to admit it was extremely amused when I used to talk like that to you. Although, she denies it every time now.” You thought back to the days when you and Damian used to bicker about everything. You were always secretly the more serious one no matter how much he wanted to keep that up. For you, there was no family line to fall back on. You only had your reputation and especially here, that was easy and dangerous to damage.

“What do you think is going on?” He asked, “If there is anything wrong, one of us, if not both will know within the next few weeks at most.”

“I don’t really know. I think that it might be something internal. The Demon Head and Talia might be about to sweep the lower and middle ranks for traitors or those less competent. They might even take the upper ranks. Just watch your back.”

“As always.”

You looked back out at the view looking at the mountain tops, inspecting each and every one that you could see. The snow gleamed in pale moonlight and every once in a while, you’d possibly see a shooting star go by. When training wasn’t underway and most everyone was asleep, the compound was one of the most peaceful places you’d ever been. You caught yourself yawning and suddenly a wave of exhaust washed over you.

“How long has it been since you slept properly?” Damian asked noticing right away your shift in demeanor.

“Maybe four days at best. It was just the mission preparations. I’ll be fine, besides, training for me in the morning is not until later. I’ll have time to sleep longer.” You stood back up, “I am going to head back to my room now. However, I do expect to see you at sparring tomorrow?”

“I will be there.”

With that, you hopped down the roof top and left back for your room. You knew he’d follow shortly after you, it was customary for him to after some alone time. That always helped with anything he was dealing with since he rarely ever got it. That’s the unspoken worst part about being in the positions you two were in. There was never any time to yourselves.

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Second Start Part

You walked around the squad that you were assigned to watch over this morning. It was an easy viewing as you picked out each mistake that was made by the fighters. The objective of this time was to make improvements in skills where needed in the time that you were waiting for Damian to arrive for sparing. Now that you were older, the two of you trained outside almost to set an example for the rest of the members in lower ranks. It was almost a shaming method as well. Look at these two teenagers, they are years ahead of you in skill and training.

A few minutes of this routine had passed. You were getting tired of no action yourself. Damian must have been attending to some private matters since he was never late. Talia made sure of that for one part. Eventually, the mood shifted into something even more serious and focused and you knew that he had entered the training grounds.

“How kind of you to finally show up.” You said drawing your sword.

“I had previous arrangements to attend to.” Damian returned taking his own sword in hand.

“An eventful morning for the demon.”

“Indeed, it was General.”

You could tell that there were eyes on you the entire time that the two of you were training. It wasn’t uncommon but for the longest time, it took a while to get used to in the start of this newer training environment. Eventually you did get very accustomed to it and started playing harder. It was important to look like you really had the best training and grasp of what you were doing. Otherwise you were a bigger target. That was something you didn’t want under any circumstances. Damian didn’t mind. Instead, he seemed to like the challenge you presented. It wasn’t often in the field he ever got any sort of action like this. It was pretty typical for take downs to be easy, child’s play really. At least, that’s what he liked to think of it.

For what started feeling like hours, you and Damian trained along with the rest of the recruits. It was sweltering hot outside. The sun’s heat beat down on everyone there without any sign of stopping. The cloudless sky offered no shelter from the rays either. You finally defeated Damian for the last time. Your fights would go until the other slipped up and then they’d start over until you both new that it was time to leave.

“You haven’t heard anything about strange happenings or something of concern of late have you?” You asked entering the building.

“No, I didn’t. Today was a common briefing of training and education. I anticipate you will have a meeting with mother at a later time over the same subjects.” Damian replied as the two of you turned into a different hallway heading to the cafeteria, “Mother was acting strange this morning however. I do not know if it has to do with our shared concerns.”

You didn’t say anything, instead you just nodded before the two of you entered the giant room that everyone sat and ate in. There were different rooms situated inside for different ranks but mostly everyone sat together. It was difficult to escape the people which was something that was meant to be established but for the top players. They stuck together. That’s another reason why you and Damian were so close.

“I want you to sit with me today instead of with the other group.” Damian said as the two of you took what you wanted for lunch and walked to where he and his mother always sat and ate. Talia was to be late today because of matters she was handling by herself. You two sat in silence for some time.

“The recruits seemed ... mostly normal for the decent part of today.” You said, “In other words, there have been no red flags of anything internal. I walked around the entirety of the grounds to check.”

“Maybe Mother and Grandfather are planning something that will just be sudden.” Damian pondered out loud, “We most likely won’t have to worry about it.”

“It will probably affect me more than you.” You commented, “I’m pretty certain that you’d be safer when it came to some mass elimination scheme.”

“You should be confident in your place among the League.”

“I am, I just know that things can change at the random.” “That’s what makes it exciting around here.” “You know, other than the constant threat of being killed.”

Damian spared you a smirk at the comment but nothing else. You saw it and knew he understood for some part.

“Where is your next mission?” He asked.

“It’s to Italy.” “I should only be gone for two, maybe three days at most.” “It’s basic kill a diplomat here, a politician there kind of mission before you ask.”

Damian cocked a brow, “How did you know I’d ask?” “You always do al Ghul.”

“That is the one part of your training and job that I envy.”

“And that is?” You asked.

“You get to go and actually do things outside of the League’s headquarters and fight.” He answered simply.

“Don’t let your mother hear that.” You chuckled only a bit to yourself.

It was only in times like these or even just only on the roof tops that you’d ever let yourself crack a smile or make anything close to a joke. It was the only time you’d actually be even a sliver of yourself around someone. That is, whatever of yourself was left from all of these years spent here. You thought that what you did was important. It kept your branch of the League together even. Assigned to watch over Damian and be his right hand, that is what you defined yourself by. It was always position to you. Whether you liked it or not, this wasn’t the place to be friendly or all that different from the rest besides in skill and ruthlessness.

“We’d better get to our class.” You said breaking the silence that came between you two.

Damian stood up followed by you and the two of you headed to your tutoring session. It wasn’t long before this was over, in fact today was probably the last you’d see your teacher alive.

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The tutor seemed to know just as well as you and Damian that this was their last day probably seeing the light of day. The room that the two of you were seated in was a well- lit room with only a table and large chalk board. You could practically feel the nervous energy that your tutor was radiating today. It got worse and worse every day leading up to it. You almost wanted to feel bad for him but you didn’t. That’s where you sometimes come to question the League. It was always taught in some lessons that it was human nature to be compassionate and not disassociate from others. People were supposed to need and feel for each other. You didn’t though. The League made sure of that very quickly.

The lesson was quick, you didn’t really care much about what the tutor was saying. It was mainly just an overview of what you and Damian had learned. You two exchanged looks at the end of the session before walking out of the room. Talia was there with another recruit. You knew what the other was there to do when he walked into the room you were just in, you didn’t know however why Talia was there.

“Y/N, I need to speak with you about your upcoming mission.” She said.

You nodded goodbye to Damian before leaving with Talia.

“I trust that your lessons were more than suitable?” She asked.

“Correct, they were of desirable level.” You replied walking by her side.

“Good. Now about this mission.” Talia turned a corner and into a room before shutting the door behind you, “This isn’t just another simple mission.” “The diplomats that you’re targeting will have highly trained security teams. You must choose the right moment to strike which I’d like to think you might be able to do from your training. Make sure there is as little of security as possible. After you accomplish stage one, move your squad onto stage two of killing the others and then return as soon as possible.” “Any questions? This should be standard by now.”

“Understood.” You nodded.

“In addition, with the success of your past few missions, it has been decided that you will be elevated into a newer status of High General. Still by the same title, you have more tasks and control over your own squads. I do expect that you will handle this well. You start after your mission with the same schedule. However, you will be training more in the middle ranks.”

“Thank you, I am honored.” You said sincerely before cocking a brow, “However, I must ask since it has been troubling me for the past few days. Is there anything that I should be expecting that will happen? Are there any sweeping of the ranks that I should know about?”

“I see that you must have picked up on something.” Talia said, “This is confidential information. I am only sharing this with you because of your status and position. There have been concerns raised of an attack from outer forces. We have not figured out which ones yet, you should not concern yourself with that yet. However, the only thing besides your mission and daily tasks you should be concerned with, is the safety of my son, the heir to the League. There is no true telling information on what will happen so keep on your highest guard.”

“Yes Talia.”

There was a pause that filled the room. You knew that there was something else.

“General. That is the position you have been given. That is not however your only job.” Talia started, “Your main, most important job is to be my son’s second hand. If something were to ever happen to myself or The Demon Head, I fully expect you to stay with Damian over everything. Do not make me regret my decision in picking you off the ground of that orphanage.”

“My loyalties are well placed Talia. I stay with him until death just as I was assigned from the start of this all. As High General, as the Demon’s second, you have my word.”

Eventually, you left. The rest of the day was ahead of you and tomorrow, you’d be suiting up for Italy. Ready to leave the League even for a mission, you were antsy the rest of the day. Not enough for notice as usual though. Damian knew however. He could tell that your game was a bit off since this morning. He could tell that you were either anticipating more than what you gave off, or you were preparing yourself for this next mission a bit too much.

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That night he confronted you as the two of you sat on the rooftop.

“You were off of your game today Y/N.” Damian said almost catching you off guard.

“So, I was.”

“What caused this rarity?”

“I am just ready to start my mission. I have a brewing feeling that it should go over very well.” You answered, “That is what Talia wanted to discuss with me earlier today.”

“It was just this and nothing else?” Damian cocked his brow suspiciously.

“Correct.” You reassured, “There was nothing else besides talk of schooling. She did inform me that I will be taking the High General position which was gratifying.”

“You have my congratulations Y/N.” He commended.

“And you have my appreciation Damian.”

“The only thing that I did pick up from the conversation wasn’t... much. Just keep on your highest guard.”

You didn’t bother saying anything else. Watching the stars and then the clouds float by every now and again was enough. It was easy to just stay up there and do nothing. There was no schedule besides having to get at least some sleep that night. There were no recruits training out in the heat. And best of all, it was silent and cool outside. This was the best time and always would be a place of your favorite memories from life.

“So, do you have any plans of changing your squad?” Damian asked.

“In what way? My squad is perfectly formed. There shouldn’t be any issues within it. Not unless you’re insinuating that you want to join al Ghul.” You smirked.

“No, not at all. I’d rather not be taking orders from my right hand.” He shot back.

“And I’d rather not be giving orders to one of the most stubborn people I know.”

“Very funny L/N.”

“Oh, so we’re on last name status. I must have said something to upset the young Demon.” You poked fun at him as you typically did.

“You’d like to think you could.”

“Anyways, regarding your question. I will not be adding or eliminating anyone from my squad unless I find someone in the lower ranks more suitable that can and will advance faster. Nevertheless, I am not actively looking for any new blood as some might call it.”

“I understand.” Damian stood up to leave, “Will I see you before your mission tomorrow?”

“Most definitely during breakfast. My team and I are leaving for Italy right after that though.” You answered jumping down from the roof top and onto the pavement below before walking inside, and down a hall until you eventually split from Damian to go to your room.

End

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Part Three Start

You boarded the jet that was to take you to Italy. Looking back at Damian, the two of you exchanged quick nods and you headed into the cockpit. After a few minutes, the flight had taken off and you were on your way to Italy. As always you had promised to return with a song. It was something that he could have that wasn’t assigned or approved of by his mother. You understood that well. Sitting back, you sighed just a bit and got your mind into the game.

Damian’s POV:

It wasn’t a rare thing for you to leave on missions. You did every month or so. It was just that things seemed to be even more of a task around the compound. Training’s vigor was more noticeable. Classes were more boring. The food and company were terrible. The list went on and on when you left. It did improve greatly when you came back most of the time however. The rare nights that you got back and were injured were some of the scariest. You took the worst blows for your team. It was what made you the best leader he’d ever met.

On the nights that Damian saw you being taken to the infirmary practically bleeding out stayed in his nightmares from day one. Talia would try and make him leave since she knew that he typically reacted strongly to it no matter how hard he tried to hide it. He’d worry all night about you until you were back on the training field. The one night he lost it was when you almost died. It was so bad they had to use the pit. He could hear you screaming and knew that you would have rather died. It was a way that the league would torture you. If you messed up, they’d put you in front of a film showing all of your mistakes. After that, you would be nearly dead once they tried to bleed you out and thrown into the pit by yourself. The next day when no one was looking, he pulled you into a massive hug. It’s never been discussed since.

Now he was alone training. His sparring partner was in Italy on a mission without him. It was too quiet in the room now. Damian’s thoughts ran wild as he imagined what might happen while you were in Italy. He knew that there was something that you knew about this turmoil in the league that you were hiding. He suspected that it was on his mother’s demands. Besides, if it was a serious danger, you would say something. At least, he thought you would.

Looking up at the clock that was hanging high on the wall, he was taken from his thoughts be the time. Damian picked up his bag and left for his class that he would be late for if he didn’t rush. Talia would never approve of that. Throughout the rest of the day, he was distracted by the thought of your absence. Though, he’d never admit it. Sitting on the rooftop alone was strange. He almost expected you to join him at any moment preferring the comfortable silence and ease that came with you during these times. He found no point in staying much longer since he couldn’t relax and eventually headed to bed early.

Your POV:

It was night time in Italy. You had scouted the convention and knew all of the points that the targets could get in and out. Going over the plan one last time with your team, you had the map of the building on the desk between everyone.

“Beta, you take target two, make sure that no one of importance leaves alive.” You had explained, “Regroup at the jet once you’ve finished your task. If you’re not back by the end of the hour, find your own transportation to the compound.” “Is everyone clear on the objective?”

The group nodded, “Yes General.”

“Good, we will not be having the issues that were with last mission’s assigned team.”

You folded the map and put it into a compartment in your belt before leaving with the rest of the team and splitting up into groups. This mission was going to be easy in all regards. You had entered the dressing room of your target. The rest of the squad was taking care of the security on the outside. Breaking communication was the most important aspect of the starting phase. This way no one would know if anything was going on. You watched the security team of the foreign diplomat. They were in formation even here. Their weapons were advanced but nothing you wouldn’t be able to handle. The song of an American movie played in the background on their phone. You knew it was something from a Disney musical.

“Tightrope!” You thought remembering that you’d never gotten the chance to relay the song to Damian, “Hopefully the timing of the song isn’t ill placed with everything going on behind the curtains.” “Focus Y/N, you’re on a mission, not at a concert.”

Without a moment’s notice, you hit the signal button on your communicator and then threw in a poison dart into all of the guards. There was a sudden clamor as men started dropping. You smirked some seeing the substance work before coming behind the diplomat and ending him with an injection of a stronger substance sure to end him before giving one more dose of a different chemical to insure the death of all.

You saw that your team was finished and packed back up with the team before heading out.

“Report.” You demanded once getting to the jet on the coms.

“Mission was successful, heading to meet up now.” The squads confirmed.

“Well done to all sides.”

Careful to remember the song, you played it on repeat in your mind as you boarded the jet and took off. Ultimately, you were glad to be sleeping in your own bed tonight if you had the chance to sleep after reports were made to Talia and that the team was competent. You wanted to groan thinking about not sleeping tonight. You were bone tired but knew that the show must go on. Otherwise you’d be severely punished. No sleep was better than the pit.

Upon arrival, Talia met you at the landing pad as usual.

“Report.” She said with a better demeanor seeing you not covered head to toe in blood and rain.

“The mission was a success. All parties were taken out without alerting anyone with the approved weapon of choice.” “No intervention from myself was needed.” You said giving a very, very brief rundown before you’d have to relay the entire mission to her later.

“Good. Report to your rooms. General, I expect you in the briefing room in forty minutes.”

“Yes Talia.”

You saw that Damian was coming from down the hallway. He was later than usual but none the less, you were glad to see him. Even if you’d never admit it.

Damian’s POV:

Damian ran down the hallway upon seeing the jet land. He knew to slow down when the hall would become populated and he’d be exposed so he did. However, the moment that no one was around, he was running again. Damian heard his mother and slowed to a walking pace, taking back his proper stance and commanding look.

“Yes Talia.” He heard you say before you walked past her and towards him.

He was glad to see you ... not drenched in blood. From your blood or someone else’s for that matter. You almost glistened in the moon light as you did on the roof tops. Though, he’d never seen you in mission gear like this for some reason. You looked like the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Damian.” You nodded walking to him.

“Y/N. I am pleased to see you not covered in blood and rain.” He commented smirking just a bit.

“Very funny demon. The feeling is mutual.” You replied.

He turned and watched you walk down the hall before going to the roof tops after talking with Talia. Damian knew that you wouldn’t be joining him tonight, however he was ready whenever you did.

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That day almost never came. With what you had taken on with the new rank, you were always busy well into the night. Damian hated it. You almost hated it too. You loved the nights on the rooftop. Slowly, you tried to get back on better sleep but tonight you just wanted the stars and the mountains. That was it.

Over the past few weeks, you had hardly had any time to talk. Even during training for some part was spent with recruits instead of him. You both hated it. For the first time it felt like you were away from a mission but still there. Damian thought that you were too busy for him most of the time so he just didn’t make the attempt to talk to you. You thought that he was going for space for a while so you didn’t push anything. Eventually, you were sick of it though and decided to head to the roof.

You climbed to the top noticing that Damian was already there. Carefully, you sat next to him, legs hanging off the side of the structure.

“I assumed you would not come tonight.” He commented.

“I do not blame you. I’ve been ... extremely busy as of late with this new roll.” You sighed laying down on the roof.

He didn’t say anything for a little while and just enjoyed being able to relax in a place other than maybe his chamber. You enjoyed the silence for a while before he did finally say something.

“Did you come back with a song?” Damian asked glancing at you some.

“As always.” “And do you still want to hear it?”

“Of course.” He rolled his eyes some at your answer.

You started with the song ditching the higher notes as to not be too loud. He knew you could hit them and he knew that you dodged them. He’d heard you before as Talia wanted you to be able to sing for some unknown reason. When you weren’t training as a child or in schooling, you were doing that with a professor. The two of you sat there for a while just admiring the view.

“I should be going off to bed now.” You said, “I have a lingering feeling tomorrow will be long.”

“I understand.” Damian stood with you and headed for his bedroom.

“I expect to see you at afternoon training tomorrow? I don’t have as many responsibilities tomorrow.”

Damian almost smiled, “Of course.”

You headed to your room and plopped into the bed. It was going to be a long day tomorrow. No matter how much you couldn’t wait to see Damian more, something told you not to get your hopes up. Before being totally consumed by your thoughts, you drifted to sleep.

End

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Part Four Start

The sun shinned brightly overhead in the cloudless sky. It was a warm day, nothing unbearable however. A light breeze flew through the training ground as all seemed unusually calm. Everyone was focused on their training. You and Damian were well underway in sparring. You were on your highest guard. The ease of today was not going to throw you off your game. Trusting your instincts, you kept an eye out for anything that was off balance.

“The only thing besides your mission and daily tasks you should be concerned with, is the safety of my son, the heir to the League. There is no true telling information on what will happen so keep on your highest guard.” You thought about Talia’s words from a few weeks ago, repeating them in your mind, “General. That is the position you have been given. That is not however your only job. Your main, most important job is to be my son’s second hand. If something were to ever happen to myself or The Demon Head, I fully expect you to stay with Damian over everything. Do not make me regret my decision in picking you off the ground of that orphanage.”

“Is something on your mind?” Damian asked saying the last part softly enough so no one else would hear, “You’re more intense than usual today.”

“I am fine.” You answered knocking him to the ground before he kicked you down getting the upper hand.

“You don’t seem it General.”

You cocked a brow before getting in position to knock him off. The sound of something flying quickly for you caught your attention though. With wide eyes, you saw an arrow. Looking around there were hundreds. Going into a more intense version of a mission mindset, you rolled over taking Damian under you, moving in time as to not be hit by the arrow.

“Get behind me.” You demanded standing up.

“Get behind you?” Damian was in disbelief at the look on your face.

“That’s an order!” You quickly took the man coming for you down, stabbing him in his lower abdomen region before pulling your sword out and killing another assailant, blood splattering on your face much to Damian’s shock.

Damian looked to where his mother and grandfather was and stopped seeing his grandfather bleeding out on the floor. You saw this too. Kicking into high gear, the words of Talia played faster and louder in your mind taking over all of your thoughts. Everyone not in proper league attire was now a target and threat. You had your route in mind and took it.

“Fallen is the Ra’s al Ghul.” You said quietly in respect, “I stay till the end.”

Damian had seen you fight aggressively before. It was amazing to watch. This time though, there was a sense of something that he couldn’t quite pick up. Watching you, he saw you must have planned for this countless numbers of times.

You nodded at Talia who returned the signal before taking the bow and arrows of the man you just killed and shooting it at anyone who dared to come close, “Follow me.” You ordered

Running in front of Damian, you took the heavier side of the arrows. You were both in your armor which wouldn’t be susceptible to arrows that easily, you just weren’t taking the chance of it failing though. Once you were out of arrows, you threw the extras at anyone who was in your way. Damian would have found that amusing if you weren’t so serious.

You ran through the hallway and then down another. Damian didn’t know where you were going but from what he was seeing, it was to the pit. Once you were down the stairs and then hall that would take you to the pit, you stopped and looked around before opening up a hidden door in the wall’s decorative moulding.

“H-how did you-“

“No time for questions, get in.” You hissed pulling him in by his wrist before shutting the door

You pulled him into another room down the long and confusing hallway maze that was built to get people lost in case they followed this far.

“Don’t lose me al Ghul.” You commanded running into the middle of the maze before heading out of another secret passage.

“That’s not the plan General.”

Once entering the last room, Damian saw the jet that was in the middle of a new room that you’d come into.

“What is this place?” He asked once you were both in the jet waiting for Talia, “And why don’t I know about it and you do?”

There was an envelope that was a note from Talia to Bruce incase she died. It was to tell him about you and Damian. Apparently, there was something in there that would convince him that you two were legit. Though, you never asked. When it came to Talia and the birth of Damian, you didn’t ask questions.

“Answer me Y/N!” he demanded once you didn’t answer as you were busy at the controls.

“Do not raise your voice at me.” You said in a deep, ominous tone making him blink a few times, “Talia and I knew that one day there might be a time that the compound would be taken over or just attacked. We knew that the league depended on your survival. It was important to have a place that I could take you in case something did happen.” “If she doesn’t show in 10 minutes or we are attacked between that time, I am expected to fly to Gotham City and take you to your father.”

“You will take me to the Batman?” He almost stated instead of asking.

“Who else?” You remarked rolling your eyes a bit.

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The ten minutes had passed and Talia was flying the jet to Gotham. No one spoke for the first half of the flight. There was too much to think about for conversation. Damian sat in the back as you and Talia took to flying the jet. Night was falling upon the oncoming city. Talia had already contacted Bruce and you were expected shortly.

“I do not know when I will see you next.” Talia said addressing the both of you, “Stay with Bruce until I come back.”

In a dialect Damian didn’t understand, Talia spoke to you, “General, I will send updates on occasion. You know your mission.”

“Yes Talia.”

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You and Damian entered the building behind Talia. She was in front of him while you were behind. Damian knew that this was for a reason but he knew better than to say anything. The three of you headed into an elevator and then up a few floors. Talia was determined to be there before Bruce and have the two of you hidden away. Placing you two behind the curtain you stayed silent.

“You’ve got blood on your jawline.” Damian commented very quietly.

You looked at him for a second before trying to rub as much of it off as possible before braiding your hair over the spot so that it wouldn’t be seen. There was no reason to cause any more concern than what there would be. The two of you exchanged glances upon hearing Bruce’s voice. You heard Talia talk about her scans and Damian. Bruce obviously didn’t know that he existed. Knowing that that would bother Damian, you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder for a second before the curtain was pulled back.

“This is your son, Damian and his right hand, Y/N L/N.” Talia said leaving Bruce shocked, “She is not your daughter, I found her in an orphanage when she was a small child. She is however a high general and will not leave Damian’s side.” Talia more demanded than informed the last part.

Damian walked to his father, “The great Batman... I imagined you taller.”

You almost rolled your eyes at that one, typical Damian.

More discussion between Talia and Bruce took place before Damian told her goodbye a last time. She turned to you not really expecting anything but a nod. Instead you repeated what you said on the training field.

“Fallen is the Ra’s al Ghul.” “I stay till the end.”

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Bruce wasn’t much of a talker, you didn’t mind until getting into the Batmoblie. That was going to be a bit more awkward.

“I’m taking you two back to the manor. I expect you to act civil while I’m on patrol.”

You nodded thinking Damian might possibly do the same.

“I’ll drive.” He instead said.

You tried not to facepalm, instead pinching the bridge of your nose for a second.

“No.” Batman replied.

“I know how!” He insisted.

“I don’t care.”

Damian got into the front seat with you in the back. You didn’t mind sitting back there if it wasn’t for the constant glares you were getting from Bruce at times. He didn’t trust you and you didn’t blame him. Maybe giving your title and position wasn’t a great idea on Talia’s part. You just weren’t sure anymore. After the entire talk of not killing and rules in the house, you just wanted to arrive and were beyond relived when you finally did. Damian of course asked the more condescending questions once he was in the cave. You found the tech impressive whether it was small or not compared to what you thought. It was very... on brand as some might say. You also didn’t mind just having the one Butler. It made you feel better just be able to be a bit normal and do things yourself.

Before Bruce was about to get back into the Batmobile you stopped him.

“I have direct orders from Talia to give this to you.” You passed him the envelope.

“Thank you.” He raised a brow, “I trust that you are loyal to your position?”

“I am not high general anymore.” You said making Bruce pause, “Not until or if I return to the league. My only mission now is protecting Damian. Where he goes, I go. Where he stays, I stay. Where he might die, I am prepared and expected to take his place. I am loyal to that.” “It has been this way since I was brought to the league and will stay this way for the rest of our lives.”

“I respect that.”

When Bruce left, Alfred took you and Damian up to your rooms. Alfred said little but did reply a “Yes Master Bruce.” Into a comm that he had in his ear. The rooms were right next to each other which was nice. You suspected that was on purpose. Maybe Bruce was going to respect your position. You only had your suit to sleep in. It was a bit ... bloody though. You cursed under your breath in Arabic looking in the mirror and seeing it. That must have been what you were getting looks for besides the intense glares you were given back. You were about to wash your face even if it was just with water and hand soap, as much as that made you cringe, before a knock at your door stopped you.

You walked to the bedroom door and opened the door revealing Alfred.

“For tonight, I have only this set of nightclothes from Miss. Barbra Gordon, a family friend. Tomorrow I shall have new clothes for you in a suitable fashion.” He passed you the neatly folded stack of clothes, “There are toiletries in the bathroom under the faucet.”

“Thank you. It is greatly appreciated.” You said taking the stack from him.

“You are welcome.” He paused, “If you would prefer, I may be able to arrange a trip with Miss. Gordon and Miss. Brown. They are both heavily involved with the family.” “I have also already informed the young Master Damian that there are three others here. Master Dick, the oldest, Master Jason, and Master Tim. I expect the best behavior from all of them.”

You knew what he meant by that which was intentional and nodded at his words.

“That would be suitable.”

Alfred wished you a goodnight you shut the door, before taking a shower and properly washing your face. The clothes that you were now in were very comfortable. You knew that they were second used but you were used to it. Right now, they reminded you of the nightclothes you wore when you were young and still moving from house to house. You never had proper attire until the league and then even then, that was far from normal. Only on some missions would you wear “normal clothes”.

Once you were out of the shower, you had gotten into bed. The gold necklace from your parents that Talia had let you keep was still on. You didn’t really want to take it off tonight. While Damian had you, you only really had the necklace as a kind of good luck charm no matter how cliché that might sound to some. Before you could actually get into bed, there was a knock. You didn’t really know who to expect at this point but weren’t surprised to see Damian.

“Damian...” You stepped aside to let him inside.

“L/N, I must address something with you.” He said, “You kept a secret from me. Something that could have ended my life.” “Why?”

“I gave my word I would.” You answered honestly, “Talia told me-“

“I don’t care what my mother told you.” He raised his voice some, “You’ve known that this might happen for weeks and didn’t say a word. Grandfather could still be alive if you had said something.”

“It was on my word, of course I wasn’t going to say anything demon.” You were upset with him now.

“I don’t care about that! What if something had happened more? You and I both know that the league is probably in shambles right now and you did nothing!”

“I did everything I was supposed to Damian!” You said making him step back, “What you saw was years of training. Ra’s al Ghul wouldn’t be saved by my words. He knew. Talia knew. I knew that something was wrong. When I told you to keep on your highest guard, I meant it. I said nothing because if I did we’d be in a worse situation now. I take my commands, I take them and I follow through with them. I was not the second hand of your grandfather. I am your second hand. If I was anything different, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. You may question as much as you want, however do not dare question my loyalties or actions.”

“When Talia picked me off of that floor of the orphanage, I gave her my word I’d follow through with anything she told me. I’ve been trained for the worst. I’ve been trained to die for you. So, don’t ever think that you even have any right to judge what I’m doing.” You glared at him waiting for him to speak.

“Y/N I didn’t know-“

“Just leave. I don’t want to continue this conversation anymore. If it is still a concern to you, we’ll talk in the morning.”

You watched him leave and shut the door behind him before falling back onto the bed and passing out from the sudden wave of exhaustion washing over you. No one knew what tomorrow would bring. The only thing you knew was that it was coming like a train ready to run you right over if you weren’t careful.

End

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Part Five Start

You woke without an alarm with the 4am birds. It was a sound that you weren’t used to. Typically, you’d head down to one of the indoor training rooms and join Damian. It wasn’t unusual for one of you to be a few moments late but after that you’d get breakfast. This time though, you didn’t want to see Damian. You went instead out to the gardens. Instead of really working out or training, you decided that the best thing to do was just sit and meditate.

Walking down the hallway some the opposite way of where you were going, you saw that Damian’s door was open. Wanting, to avoid him, you went out one of the side doors. He would be in the cave training for the most of what you could tell. You walked outside greeted by the morning air. It was cool outside and the birds had stopped chirping for the most part. You walked towards the sounds of the fountains along the cobblestone path. The trees and shrubs were cut perfectly in different shapes and animals in some areas. You smiled walking through it all, the moon being the only light.

Once at the fountain, you sat down. There wasn’t really anything you were focusing on. Everything just swirled around in your mind. With no indication or signs on what was going to happen, the only thing you felt like you could do was keep on the tightrope that you had been thrown onto. The start of it all was a blurry and foggy mess. The end however, was even worse. You had no idea where this new life was going to take you or Damian. It was easier when you had an idea. That didn’t make it better.

You were consumed in your thoughts for the longest time before getting up and walking around more. This was the longest you’d been alone to wander freely like this since God knows when. It was nice but was eventually interrupted. You turned upon sensing that someone was there. Carefully, you reached for your dagger but didn’t pull it out yet.

“Miss Y/N, breakfast has been prepared. Miss. Gordon will be here soon to take you to the shopping mall.” Alfred said, “I hope you are not about to pull a weapon on me. I will warn you, I don’t fancy being attacked.”

“N-no. It’s just...” You slacked a bit.

“Training. I understand.” Alfred gave you a reassuring look, “You seem to be adjusting better than Master Damian even on your first day here.”

“That’s because I wasn’t born in the league. This is just like some distant home to me. I was in the foster care system until Talia got me.” “I also got to go on more missions outside of the compound.” You informed the older man.

“I see.” He sighed, “Well, I hope that you will eventually find some sort of comfort here.”

“Thank you.”

It was strange hearing words of good wishes. Not that you hadn’t heard them before, it was just that it was rare and typically in a secret kind of code for lack of a better term. No one dared give well wishes directly, only in little ways. You and Damian did that the most out of anyone you’d ever met. It was just normal in that sense.

The walk back inside was quiet. Alfred informed you of a few other details that you’d need during your stay. Most had to do with the boys. He said that they would be behaved but that they can get a bit... rowdy. It was just in their nature. You understood and told yourself to expect it. Walking inside you prepared for the worst. What you did get though was a very sleep deprived looking teenage boy, a tall man who was almost zombified, you knew that was Bruce, a very chirpy young adult male with bright blue eyes, and a tall red headed girl rolling her eyes at the younger man.

“Master Dick, Master Tim, Miss. Gordon, this is Miss Y/N. She came with Damian last night and will be staying in the manor now.” Alfred said introducing you.

Tim looked up, “Hi Y/N.” He then proceeded to down his cup of coffee.

“Um, hello.” You replied. It was unusual to see someone like that but you also related to his actions deeply. You thought it was kind of funny anyways.

“Hey, I’m Dick. So, did you get here last night?” He asked smiling and said the last part quietly, “You’ll have to excuse Timmy over there, he’s a bit tired from a case he’s working on. Just wait, he’ll eventually fall asleep somewhere for a day.”

“Yes.” You shrugged, “And I understand where Drake is coming from.”

That made Dick chuckle, “You seem to be less temperamental than Damian.”

Barbra hit him with her elbow some, “Really Dick?” She looked at you, “Sorry about him, he gets excited about new people.”

“I am only the temperamental type when I need to be. Other than that, I find it partially unwise to try and scare everyone with anger. Silence works just as well for me.” You sat down at the table with breakfast.

The meal looked like something out of heaven. It smelled fresh and looked like whoever prepared it had been doing this for a while. You took the first bite, and after that you devoured the entire meal. You then remembered that Barbra was taking you shopping and started worrying about what was going to happen.

“So, Y/N.” She said seeing you drift off into your own thoughts, “I was thinking that it might be best if we go to the smaller shopping center first. That way you might not feel so uncomfortable there. They’ve got some things I think you might like.”

“That sounds suitable.” You answered, “Um, I have seen the more recent fashions from previous missions, however, I’m hoping that there are still stores that carry items of reasonable value instead of ... absurdly over the top garments.” “Avant-garde if you will.”

“Oh yes, you’ll have plenty of options.” She laughed some at the concerned look on your face, “But I agree that some people do wear some very over the top things.”

You nodded in an understanding way noting her tone. In these cases, she probably means that the clothes are normal and what you have seen is just avant-garde clothing worn by the rich to turn heads. While you had walked by the mall countless numbers of times on missions, and even inside, there was nothing that really caught your interest. Besides, missions were never for shopping you had the job of staying on task at all times.

“Oh, and I invited Steph but she had previous arrangements so it will just be the two of us today.” Barbra said.

“Very well.”

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You and Barbra made your way inside of the mall. It was deemed best if she was the one to drive everywhere since Alfred and the limo would draw unwanted attention. Bruce did still have to figure out how he was going to break yours and Damian’s arrival to the press. He’d probably just pull another adoption stunt in your mind. It wasn’t rare and at this point, the media just accepted that he has an obsession with it.

The two of you made it through the parking lot and into the building, you on high alert the entire time. “You’re tense.” Barbra commented, “I can practically feel the tension coming off of you.”

“Unfamiliar settings may lead to all too familiar circumstances and fallouts. I find it most wise to keep on guard in a place like this. It’s open to any assortments of attacks. With the right variables, a disaster could strike at any given moment.” You replied back looking around overwhelmed at the options of stores not noticing Barbra giving an understanding yet concerned look, “I uh- where do we start?”

“I have some suggestions. Although, I think the first store that we should try is something with a bit of variety so that you might be able to find something that you like.” She said.

“I think I might have something in mind. Maybe something a bit dark, classical, refined, but also something that might be able to be turned down to a more casual piece.” You listed some features you were interested in with an almost inquisitive look only to meet Barbra’s eyes which portrayed an almost warm and kind look.

“I think I know just the place.”

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You and Barbra walked around the shopping mall sipping on coffee from the Starbucks and eating some of the pastries.

“These are not too bad.” You commented speaking about the treats, “I must admit, I have never had anything quite like this before.” “It tastes...”

“Commercial?” Barbra asked laughing some making you shrug in agreement, “There are better places we might go some time. I just figured this would be suitable for the time being.”

“Well the decision wasn’t ill placed.”

“Oh, we should try this store up here. Steph and I are always finding some good items here.” She commented leading you into another store.

At this point you had almost lost track of everywhere you’d been. It was like navigating a more organized jungle. This time however, the animals were people and there was no North Star nor moss to guide your way.

“You were talking about more classic. This place has some clothes I think you might really like.”

Walking in, there were rows of all sorts of clothes including fitted and paper bag pants, pencil skirts, turtle necks in some places, tweed jackets, blazers, sweatshirts, hoodies, and almost anything you could have desired. You gawked at the sight and started wandering off on your own to explore the vast new area you had found. Slowly, you took what you thought looked best and gained an eventual plethora of clothing articles before heading off into the dressing room with Barbra in close pursuit.

“What do you think about this?” You asked stepping out in an outfit you had put together from the clothes you’d picked.

“I like it. I like it a lot. I do think though, that we might be able to add some jewelry to spice it up a bit.” She replied, “Change back and then we can go jewelry hunting.”

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Once outside of the dressing room, you and Barbra checked out and went into the jewelry store that was down the hall and across the walk way on the second floor which you were already on. You headed inside and were immediately drawn to some plated jewelry. It was simple and elegant, just what you were looking for.

“These look nice.” You gestured to some, your own ring on your finger flashing some in the light. It was an ever so slightly worn gold ring that you wore on your right ring finger. On it had intricate braided designs and a symbol that represented an eternal bond or promise.

“I didn’t notice you had a ring already, it’s very beautiful. You were allowed to keep it?” Barbra questioned pointing it out.

“Thank you. But no, actually, I’ve had this ring, and smaller versions of this ring as I grew up. They were given to Damian and I when we were young. It is a symbol of promise. I’m his right hand, I go where he goes, and stay where he stays. Think of it as a contract of sorts, or maybe even a wedding ring. It’s just a daily reminder of my place.” You explained.

“Interesting. Was there anything you did keep or was this is?” She asked.

“I um.” You fiddled with something around your neck, “A necklace from my parents. It’s a moon and stars, the only thing I have from before the league really. The piece was the only thing I could keep.”

She didn’t ask any more questions, instead opting for the task of browsing for jewelry. You picked out a few pieces, some with jewels and others just plated and empty. Barbra picked up a black watch to throw into the mix saying that it goes well with everything. You didn’t really doubt her. There was no reason to thus far. Once you left the store though, the two of you started to notice shopping’s effects and how the pastries and coffee had worn off.

“I’d say we try the restaurant down the block. It’s got some really great options and I think you might really like the burgers there.”

“It sounds like a decent plan.”

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You and Barbra walked inside of the place. Inside there were booths and tables along with a bar and waiting area. It was the run of the mill nicer business which thankfully, quickly got you seated. With drinks and even food ordered, there was a silence. It was kind of uncomfortable and awkward, you weren’t the greatest with social skills and starting conversations with new people. Damian wasn’t either which made it so easy to be around him. Well, at least when you weren’t fighting. You sighed thinking about it.

“You’ve got that look on your face.” Barbra noted making you snap out of your thoughts.

“Look?”

“I know that you have just arrived and have much on your mind, however, you have that “boy issue” look plastered all over your face.” “Did something happen between you and Damian?”

You weighed your options. Typically, these things worked themselves out. Damian wouldn’t be able to be rid of you unless he killed you and that would breach one of the highest codes of honor in the league. Typically though, these arguments were stupid or at least simpler like too many missions or being hurt on the field. This time, his grandfather had died as a result.

You huffed some and took a deep breath, “Damian and I were in an argument last night because of my mission. I have been assigned since day one a location and route that would take him to Gotham in case something like what did happen, happened. For years, I’ve trained for this like some prepare for Armageddon. However, Ra’s al Ghul died in the battle. He blames himself mostly but also claims I have some part in it. Although, I think he might have changed that outlook since the fight last night.”

Barbra looked shocked at what you told her, “Ra’s al Ghul is dead?”

“Correct.” You answered grimly, “Heavy arrow fire took him.” “And, you don’t have to give your condolences, I know of what has happened at his hands and how that is viewed.”

She nodded, “So you and Damian have just been avoiding each other all morning hoping that this all blows over?”

“Precisely.” You sighed, “I for one know that this might never be worked out if there isn’t a final confrontation on the matter at hand however, I’m not quite sure how to approach that.”

“Well from what I’ve seen, it might be best to just be straight forward with him. Letting this drag on and on isn’t going to solve anything whatsoever.”

“I would have to agree with you Gordon. You have my appreciation.”

“It’s no problem.” She smiled some.

“I do have one concern and the only reason I’m mentioning it is because I trust my instincts and they tell me you can be trusted.” You said.

“That is?”

“How, how are we supposed to adjust to a different culture, life, policies, and circumstances in a matter of a few weeks. I mean I assume that Bruce will introduce us to the public and then with the blink of an eye, we’ll be out in public being swarmed by the media. I worry about Damian’s more impulsive and temperamental behavior with the newer surroundings and how he will cope. I think it will be difficult for the both of us to start abiding to certain ... rules if you know what I mean.”

Barbra didn’t comment for a few seconds and instead took what you were saying all in.

“I cannot say that I understand your position. I can say though, that I think that you of all people are more than capable of doing this. From what I have seen, you know what is best for the two of you and will stick to those beliefs, you’ve got the mindset of a fighter and strategist. Whether it be training or even turning away from some of it, I think you will find a way to adjust. And I know that it’s hard to trust people at first. That part I understand, however if you need anything, Alfred and I are always there.” She explained carefully almost washing away all of your fears.

“Thank you.”

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You and Barbra were back at the manor now. Alfred had taken your new clothes for cleaning and you had your new room decorations and jewelry to put into place. You didn’t get many things seeing as the room already decently matched what you felt most comfortable with, however you were not going to protest against a few touches of your own.

Once upstairs, you closed the door and got your new record player set up. Picking one that looked the most suitable and got to work making things as you pleased. You hadn’t noticed how much the time had passed before there was a knock at your door. You turned the music off and opened it to reveal Alfred with an assortment of clothes on hangers and another stack of freshly pressed and folded clothes.

“I have your new garments ready to be put away.” He informed you.

“Thank you, I can put them away myself.”

“It is no problem Miss. L/N.” He handed you the clothes, “Dinner shall be ready at 6pm sharp.”

“I understand.”

Once he had left, you closed the door only and started putting items away only for another knock to interrupt you once more.

“Yes?” You opened the door again, “Oh... hello demon.”

“General- L/N, I wanted to talk to you about last night.” He said almost sheepishly.

“Very well. You may enter.” You closed the door behind him, not wanting anyone else to hear the conversation.

“I must apologize, my actions of last night were impulsive and guided by misjudgment from the events that have taken place prior to now.” Damian sat at your bed as you were still putting away clothes in the closet, “I stepped out of my place questioning your choices because I did not know under the circumstances they were made.” “You did nothing wrong.”

“I accept your apology Damian.” You said making him almost sigh in relief, “I understand where the outburst came from.” “As cheesy as it might sound, I have thought over what happened last night.” You went and sat down at the end of the bed and looked him in the eyes, “The only thing we can really do now is stick together. We have no one else here that knows about where we came from and the worst choice we can make for ourselves in splitting apart. Especially over a recent quarrel or smaller dispute.”

“I agree.”

There was a small passing of silence, “Just promise me that you will try everything you can to make adjusting as easy as it can be on yourself. It will be a challenge, but you don’t have to do it alone. We’re both in the same boat on this one Damian.”

“I promise, just as you have done so many other times before.”

There was a small ringing from the phone you had gotten at the mall.

“That means it is time for dinner.” You got up and turned off the alarm quickly before walking towards the door, “After supper I expect to see you for some sparring?”

“I will be there.”

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You and Damian were sitting next to each other at the dinner table. It was awkward and quite for some time, no one really wanting to bring any conversation up.

“So how did you feel about Gotham Y/N?” Bruce asked you trying to start some sort of conversation.

“It was fine.” You replied, “it’s comparable to a darker version of Chicago with a hint of New York.” “When did you go to either one of those cities?” Dick asked inhaling his food.

“I went to Chicago on a mission a year ago and New York three years ago.” You replied, “It was only for two nights at maximum.” “The people are strange though.”

Your comment made everyone either smirk or chuckle which lightened the mood a bit. You could tell that Damian was uncomfortable in this newer situation however. He wasn’t one for talking to those if he wasn’t bragging about something. You never commented on it while he was doing it, only glaring some to get your message across to him. He’d typically get to a stopping place but on the rare occasions he wouldn’t, you’d actively end the conversation or bite your tongue to keep from saying anything regretful.

“I took Y/N to that joint near the mall you told me to go to Bruce. It was good.” Barbra commented.

“Agreed.” You responded, “We also picked up a great plethora of items from the shopping center. Thank you for letting me go. It is greatly appreciated.”

“You are most welcome Y/N.” Bruce replied with a look of approval showing on his face, “And Damian, because you have opted not to go out with one of the boys, Alfred has had a selection of items delivered to the manor. They should have arrived already.”

“Yes, they did father.” Damian said quickly, giving you a slight glance.

Damian’s POV:

You seemed to be adjusting well. It was typical of you to take what you understood of your circumstances and adapt so quickly. You were just like that. He’d always admired it but right now, it was strange seeing you as the best adapted like you were. The strange distant feeling of seeing you not in armor or commanding a squad got to Damian. New surroundings like this were uncomfortable and unpredictable. He watched you fake your every move like it was nothing, the way that you carefully examined everything around you intrigued him. Then again, you were doing too well. He knew you were covering something. Old habits, old nightmares along as new ones, new yet familiar styles in the way you dressed, he saw your walls hold higher, most of the ones you “dropped” were mere props in the way you played. You’d always said life was a game or a gamble anyways, you just had to know how to play it.

The conversations at the table were forced. At the Leauge, typically there were either no conversations, or they were over missions and training. Though, it’s not like he really enjoyed any of it to begin with. He reached over just enough so that no one would noticed and lightly tapped your leg.

“most forced conversation I’ve had.” He tapped in a shorter way of speech than typical with Morse code.

“same.” You answered back quickly, “wonder how long we’ll be here.”

“hours.”

“very funny demon.”

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Your POV:

Damian was right, it did feel like hours. You didn’t really know when it was alright to leave, so you stayed until Bruce left. He was sitting at the head of the table, so he was in control of when you could leave. At least, that was how it was when you were raised in the foster care system. Damian left when you did and you both got suited up for sparring. You two met up outside of your own rooms when you were done, swords, daggers, and armor in all. If someone wasn’t familiar with the situation, they would have thought you were coming from a dress up party or cosplaying in some sense. That would have been insulting to you if you didn’t care about keeping your cover.

“Woah there kiddoes, where are you two heading dressed like that?” Dick asked coming down the hallway.

“Daily sparring.” You answered sharply.

“With all of that?” Steph chose to comment as well.

“Correct.” You continued, “They are merely swords and a few items of weaponry, nothing that should be too out of the ordinary seeing as you have the regular superhumans or even super heroes coming in and out regularly.”

Dick nodded and let you two through after Steph got him to stop pestering you two with questions. You and Damian exchanged looks of distaste in regards to your interaction. Rolling your eyes, you continued, eventually making it to the cave. Once on the mat, you started training. There was no conversation at first. There didn’t need to be. You’d always thought that if there was no room for conversation, there was no need to squeeze it in. If conversation wanted to add more space, it would naturally.

“So, how are you?” You asked, “Adjusting wise.”

Damian looked around some before responding to make sure no one was there, “I am doing as well as I can be. I find that we are being underworked in responsibilities however. It’s boring here.” “You seem to be adjusting well.”

“In standards of not beheading the shrubbery,” You smirked at the glare he gave you, “I’m... just testing the waters at this point.” “It feels strange not having a squad to command, I don’t like it that much but it is what it is.”

You didn’t reveal everything or really anything close to the most. What you were supposed to do anyways? It’s not like you were going to reveal all of your struggles in one training session. You weren’t ready or willing to do that anytime soon. Deep down though, everything felt wrong. Not having your position anymore was just the surface of your issues. The constant urge to pull yourself back into your old habits was overwhelming. At a strange noise, you found yourself reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there. When someone tried to talk to you, you immediately put even more walls up trying to figure out what they wanted to really know. You needed action and something to focus on besides keeping up some imagine like you always did. At night or in the moments you were alone, the constant shadow of your former self was there to greet you like a figment of your worst flashbacks. You knew exactly what was wrong, you just didn’t know how to express it because of the quantity in which your problems amounted in. So, for now, you’d keep it to yourself.

“Understandable.” He said pinning you down to the mat.

You went to flip him over and then stopped in mid motion where he didn’t hesitate to take you down before standing up.

“That was far below your own expectations for yourself in combat Y/N.” He said offering a hand up.

You felt your fight or flight mode kick in the moment everything happened thinking back to the arrows falling from the sky. Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself of where you were. There were no arrows flying. No screaming from those around you. You looked around to reassure yourself before hearing someone come up silently from behind you.

“Hey love birds.” Dick said loudly walking up behind you.

You felt him go for a pat on the back. Clearly, he was just being stupid for the time being but you could control what you did. Taking the man by the wrist, you used all of your force and some of his own weight against him to slam him over you onto the mat. The rush of adrenaline faded when you saw who it was laying on the mat groaning in pain.

“Holy shit.” He mumbled.

Damian’s jaw dropped to the floor seeing you pull something like that. You snapped out of your temporary trance and immediately extended your hand to help him up.

“M-my apologies. I mistook you for someo-“

He stopped you, “No it’s fine. Should’ve known not to do anything too sudden like that.” Dick looked at you for a second, “You put up a fight Y/N. Although, I wouldn’t expect anything less from a high general.”

You sighed some at the comment, “Thank you. I must be leaving now.”

The two watched you swiftly head up the stairs. You made sure to travel through the manor as quietly and quickly as possible. The last thing you needed was for anyone to try to touch or talk to you. Once you made it to your bedroom, you immediately grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the shower. A hot shower was the only thing you thought would help. At least, that’s what you were hoping.

End

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Start of Part Six

It was three days later since you had mistakenly slammed Dick into the mats. You and Damian hadn’t talked about it at all seeing as you were trying to avoid the topic like the plague. Darkness had settled over the manor. Bruce and the rest were just back from their patrols and you were just getting ready for yours. It was unofficial at least. Today would have been your turn for the 2:30 am shift of patrol at the league. You couldn’t sleep at all with the thought of your responsibilities running through your mind. 20 minutes had passed of you battling yourself on the aspect of going out. It would be unnecessary, Mr. Wayne has the best security money could buy or make. You thought it through over and over again. What if an alarm didn’t trip off when an intruder came in? What if the manor was attacked and nothing happened to prevent it. With these thoughts overpowering the logic you tried to introduce, you got up and changed into your suit.

Exiting from your window, you went on top of the manor. The roof was pretty massive seeing as this was a mansion. You looked up seeing the stars and thinking back to what it looked like at the compound. The biggest difference here was seeing the lights from the city in the distance and pine trees instead of endless mountains. You jumped from different points, quietly landing on others. As you did this, you scanned the area and moved on if you didn’t see anything strange.

In the Manor:

“It looks like she’s patrolling the area.” Bruce said sitting back in his chair in front of the computers that were installed in the cave, “I don’t like it.”

“Master Bruce, Miss. Y/N is merely practicing habit. Leave the child be.” Alfred said as he cleaned up his first aid tools from tonight’s patrol.

“She could be plotting something. Getting intel, either way, she’s triggering my alarms.” Bruce responded.

“Master Bruce! Enough of that.” Alfred raised his voice in disapproval, “This isn’t a normal household as you might have gathered. Everyone here deals with trauma differently. As a child when you picked up strange habits after ... your own set of traumas, I did nothing to stop you of such actions. I knew you’d grow out of it.”

“I guess you’re right.” Bruce muttered.

“Nothing new Master Bruce.” Alfred remarked walking into the other part of the cave.

Bruce eventually left, turning the system off. He knew Alfred was right and even though he wanted to, he knew that there was no ill intent in your actions.

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Back outside, you were still well underway in your patrol. You had only thirty minutes left and then you would be able to return to your bedroom. Everything was silent but for the crickets and occasional fire fly here and there. You marveled at their beauty once you figured out what they were. That was strange to see for the first time. Other than that, the only other sound was a new pair of footsteps coming from behind. You knew who it was without turning around.

“I thought I would find you here.” Damian said.

“Well, I guess you thought right then Damian.” You replied perched on the side of the manor.

“I assume this patrol is stemming from previous habits of yours?”

“One might say that.” You gave him a side glance seeing that he was coming to sit by you, “Old habit.”

“Closer to, a sign that you really aren’t taking this move well and are actually covering it up for the sake of reputation and your own personal expectations you have set for yourself.” Damian commented making you roll your eyes some.

“Wow, caught red handed.” “In all actuality, you’re correct on many levels.” “I just needed something ... normal for a change.”

“I understand.” He said shortly, “I heard father talking about a gala. Something to parade us around to the rich snobs and media as an introduction. I do not look forward to it.”

“That sounds like one of the worst ideas I have heard in quite a long time.” You huffed, “And that’s saying quite a lot.”

He chuckled but after that, everything fell back into silence. You carefully looked out over the grounds before being startled by the vibration and alarm of your phone.

“Looks like my patrol has ended.” You said turning off the alarm, “I shall return inside. Care to join me?”

“I will.”

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From there, sleep was impossible to come by. You were plagued by nightmares which you never had before. It was probably since you weren’t constantly focusing on training or a mission you had convinced yourself. What you needed was something to focus on and that was what you got. You didn’t rely on coffee like Drake since you never had it to begin with at the league. For the first few days, no one noticed anything. That was what you had planned, however it was of course Damian who raised the first alarm. You were in the library catching up on some studies for ancient history and astronomy. The sunlight was streaming in golden beams through the windows and you were sitting at one of the tables wrapped up in one of the long jackets that you had gotten. Damian walked in to see you hunched over one of the books with your hair in a messy bun.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly as to not scare you.

“Mhmm?” You hummed in response giving him a quick glance of acknowledgement, flipping the page to a star map.

“With all due respect, you seem tired as of late. When was the last time you slept?” He questioned sitting next to you examining the pile of books you had pulled.

“Last night?”

“But did you actually sleep an entire night last night? That is the real question.”

“Why are you concerned on the hours of sleep I got Wayne?” You asked in return.

He didn’t answer. The truth was that he was worried more than he’d care to admit. He knew that you had terrible dreams like he did, neither of you cared to talk about them at all. The memories of mornings where you’d come for training with dark circles and eyes flooded his conscious. Those days you were scarier and had less patience, though he’d never blame you for it since he understood the feeling for some part.

“You never answered my question.” You said pulling him from his thoughts.

“I-I... no reason, I was just making sure my right hand was in stable mind.”

“Well, I am fine.” You glared at him for the comment, “I’m perfectly stable demon.”

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That was a few days ago. You kept the exhaustion hidden well, especially considering you were in a house full of detectives. That didn’t mean you didn’t feel it though. You were bone tired and almost lagged along. Focus became harder to maintain and you felt yourself drifting on and off into sleep. Now you were in the training room running a simulation. It was an easier one you had to admit, but nothing enough to give anything away. Your moves weren’t sloppy, just not as pristine as typical. You also didn’t notice Damian walk inside of the cave to watch you. Rubbing your temple as you finished, you grabbed your water bottle and splashed some of the cold liquid on your face to wake you up. You turned around and were startled by Damian.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said reaching to grab your arms to keep you from hitting him from habit.

“It’s fine.” You replied, “I just didn’t realize you were there.”

“You never drop your guard like that. I think it’s time for you to sleep L/N.” He said, “I know you haven’t been getting any.”

“I insist that I am fine.” You went to grab your duffle bag off of the floor with the intention of showering in the cave showers near the back. Standing up was the issue. With the worst light headed feeling you’d had in years you fell back down.

“Y/N!” Damian grabbed you before you had totally hit the floor, “That makes it final, I’m making you sleep.”

You mumbled an argument before totally passing out. There was no way of avoiding the obvious of you being passed out as he took you to your room.

“Damian, what happened to Y/N?” Bruce asked alarmed standing up to see you completely out. Bruce wasn’t fazed by much, however, he wasn’t ready for that at all.

“Lack of sleep.” Damian said shortly, “I think I know why.”

Alfred followed him up the stairs explaining that he’d need to make sure you were okay other than not sleeping. He was sure that after a good night’s rest or so, you’d be fine. Damian knew though, that that was asking a lot from you no matter how simple it might be.

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You awoke suddenly in your bedroom only to be surrounded by darkness and the light, delicate streams of moonlight shining dimly across the objects inside. You felt someone taking hold of your hand and immediately looked to see that it was Damian. Next to you, he was sitting in a chair with his head resting on the side of the bed and his hand around yours. With the shift in motion that you had caused, Damian awoke.

“What are you doing?” You asked, a blush creeping across your face.

“Oh- I,” He let go of your hand and rubbed the back of his neck, “I knew you needed to sleep and I also knew that you wouldn’t unless there was someone with you.” “I just didn’t think you’d want me to be in the be-“

“I-I understand.” You replied, “Thank you.”

“I will leave now.” He got up.

“Damian I ... you were right about the sleeping bit. I actually wouldn’t mind if you stayed.”

“I see.” He sat back down in the chair.

“Damian, I’ve known you since we were three, you can sleep in the bed.” “If you’d prefer, there’s an extra quilt you could use in the closet.”

“Are you sure?” He asked standing back up.

“Positive.”

Damian retrieved the quilt from your closet and returned quietly getting on the bed. You stayed under the original bedding and he slept on top of it. There was a distance that was kept between you two since it would be strange for you to be any closer. You were just close friends and nothing more. Although, that thought made you a bit upset. When you did finally awaken however, you were startled to see that you were tangled in the covers laying as close as possible to him. Damian’s arms were draped over you holding you tightly and neither of you cared to talk about it.

That did however start a routine of going into each other’s rooms for sleeping. You didn’t classify it as a romantic or intimate thing. It was saved for whenever either of you had dreams terrible enough that you didn’t want to be alone anymore. At night, you might have been awakened by Damian coming into your room and getting into the bed only for you to keep close to him or it would be the other way around.

End

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Start of Part Seven

From the day that you had collapsed, it had been a week. You could tell that the few weeks you had been at the manor had done some good with trust between all parties. Even Bruce was becoming more and more tolerable. You had met Brown who was exceedingly excited to meet you seeing as there would be another girl to level the boys when Batwoman wasn’t around. You and Damian both had started your mandatory six months of training before you could patrol which was going off very well on your end. And now, you were sitting in the living room scrolling through your phone as Damian sat next to you pretty much doing the same. There was suddenly the looming of another presence in the room which caused the two of you to look up.

“I have to inform you two of a gala that I am holding to raise funds for the Gotham City Orphanage. I’m introducing the two of you then to the public, Y/N, I will not be formally adopting you at your own request but you will be included as a family friend.” Bruce explained, “The gala is Friday, starting at 6:30pm. Clothing arrangements will be made and if you have any questions, you may ask one of the boys, Alfred, the girls, or myself at any time.”

Damian merely nodded and watched you fiddle with a golden chain around your neck. He had seen it before but had never questioned it. You always seemed to avoid showing it off at all. When Bruce left though, he asked you about it.

“Is that a new necklace?” He questioned.

“Uh, it’s from my mother and father.” You answered, “Talia let me keep it. I don’t really know why though. It’s kind of like my good luck charm as strange and naïve as that might seem to you.” You pulled from under your shirt to revel a gold chain with a diamond crescent moon and star pendent, “I don’t remember it well, however, I just remember my parents giving to me. The engraving on the back is a bit corny.”

You flipped the pendent over to show a small message relaying that they loved you to the moon and stars. You rolled your eyes a bit at the message but didn’t deny it made you feel closer to them in some way.

“It is very beautiful.” He commented, “You never wore it out. I hardly remember seeing you with it at all.”

“That’s because I always wore it under my suit. I didn’t want it to be stolen under any costs.”

“I’d be surprised of any fool tried.” Damian said making you chuckle.

“I wouldn’t, however I just wouldn’t want to be the one that stole something from me.”

After some time, you had gotten up to make arrangements for shopping with Brown and Gordon. It was important to have their input on what you decided to wear since they have been to galas before and you have not. This time, you were going to a different mall with higher end stores. This was where they swore you would find an outfit to wear. You didn’t doubt them, however you were dubious of whether or not you’d like anything truly.

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You were sitting at the vanity that was in your bathroom getting ready for the gala along with Brown and Gordon who were at the sink doing their own makeup. You didn’t want to wear any makeup, instead under their request opting for only some mascara. Even with that, you felt entirely different. Stephanie offered to do your eyeshadow but you declined seeing as you didn’t want to look ten years older than you already were. You told her that maybe next time you’d consider but today you just wanted to get a feel for how things worked as well as be as comfortable as possible. She understood what you meant.

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You and Damian didn’t leave each other side the entire night. Bruce introduced the two of you to everyone there and the prospect of talking to all the people was exhausting and by the end of the night, you were getting anxious to leave. Damian noticed you fiddling with your ring and looking for the nearest exit. That’s when Bruce brought you and Damian over to another man covered head to toe in garments that you thoughts to be more than your entire life over two times. The man smiled at the three of you walking over and loudly greeted your party. You smiled some and shook his hand, introducing yourself but not before getting a strong whiff of something that smelled like the drug they used to use on you in the league. Looking panicked, you searched for either an exit or a bathroom.

“It was lovely to meet you, excuse me.” You said quickly making your escape to the bathroom and into a stall where you immediately started throwing up.

Damian came in after you quickly knowing that he wasn’t technically supposed to be in there. He locked the bathroom door and went to your stall before knocking.

“Y/N.. are you in need of assistance?” He asked.

There wasn’t an answer from your end, instead he just heard faint sniffling which caused him to pick the lock of the stall and come inside. He hugged you from behind and held your hair back if you were sick again, the whole time knowing what caused your reaction. Bruce would have to not invite this person again if you were ever coming to a gala again.

“I’m sorry... I just can’t-“

“N/N, you don’t have to apologize, you had no idea or preparation for what happened.” Damian said braiding your hair back, “I’ll get you into the car without anyone seeing and you can go to sleep.”

You mumbled an agreement and Damian texted Bruce that he was getting Pennyworth to bring the car to the back. Damian picked you up bridal style and carried you outside and into the backseat where you laid your head in his lap the entire ride. When you got showered and asleep, he stayed since he knew that you’d be having terrible nightmares all night.

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You woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming in through the curtains in one of your oversized nightshirts that you had gotten with Gordon instead of some dress and heals. Damian was next to you already awake running his fingers through your hair. He immediately stopped when you awoke and sat up.

“How did you sleep last night?” He asked, “After everything I mean.”

“Fine... thank you.” You answered huddling under the covers some like you were almost trying to hide, “About last night, I don’t know what came over me. It was a mistake.”

“You don’t have to take responsibility for this one Y/N. I remember what happened at the league and I know for certain that you do. No one else found out about what happened, I know you take those kinds of things hard.”

“I appreciate it a lot Damian.” You didn’t really know what to say next but Damian started again.

“Y/N, I want you to tell me when something like that is happening. We’re meant to protect each other, not just you to me. I c-care about you more than anyone else, we’ve known each other since we were children. I don’t want anything happening to you for the sake of reputation.”

“I understand that.” You said still thinking about the last part he said, “I care about you too. I-I wouldn’t want to lose you either of anything like that.”

At that point you kind of wanted to just disappear. While you were typically a lot better at words than Damian ever was, today it just seemed harder. You glanced at him for a second to see him blushing. Thinking you said too much, you started to climb out of the bed to bolt for the bathroom to take a long shower.

“Wait, Y/N.” Damian grabbed your wrist, “I have to say this, just from what’s been happening between us recently-“

“Damian you’re killing me with this. I like you a lot, do you like me?”

He looked almost embarrassed with the suddenness of your question. While he was getting to that point, he wasn’t expecting you to be so forward to it.

“I do love you, a lot.” He said.

“Well damn it demon, kiss me finally!”

He chuckled some and did what you said, 15 years of shared trauma and memories attached to the few long seconds it happened.

“I’ve actually been waiting on that for years beloved.” Damian informed you.

“So, my name is beloved now?” You commented snickering some at his comment

“It is.” He nodded, “But, do you want to keep this secret for now?”

“Absolutely. Only if you’re in for it though.”

“I was actually hoping you’d say that.” Damian answered.

“Well my love, let the games begin.” You said getting out of bed and walking to get changed and grab coffee.

End

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Start of Part Eight

Both you and Damian had now been secretly dating for two months. It was an exhausting game of cat and mouse of either running from his family, or the prying eyes of the press. You had just excepted at this point that this was just going to be a new normal for a long time. There was nothing you could seriously complain about much however. This was all you had wanted for years and if the company of clandestine meetings was going to be a center of attention in this relationship, that was what was going to happen.

Dates were mainly just tea or coffee on the rooftops late at night for only a short amount of time if it was on patrol, and longer if it was at the manor. Right now, you were sitting in the library, laying in Damian’s lap, both reading your own books. No one but Alfred was in the manor however, you were sure that he knew about you and Damian. Light streamed in through the windows and silence blanketed the room as Damian ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally braiding it. You fiddled with the matching golden ring on your left ring finger some as he did this. This was the most relaxed you had been in years and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He didn’t know this until recently, but the only professor that had ever lived was one that you had. Your voice professor used to braid your hair during warm ups. She was the closest thing that you had ever had to a mother and in return for this, you begged Talia to let her live. You decided not to make it out so that you trusted or cared for her, but rather that she had connections to people that the league could use. With this tactic, Talia actually allowed her to leave but under a life- long oath of secrecy to protect the league. You braid your own hair when you were stressed or anxious but it’s better having someone else do it. Damian only found out when you started braiding and braiding your own hair in the roof tops one night at the league, only to let the piece unravel and start again.

“Beloved are you going to go on patrol tonight?” He asked breaking the silence.

“Of course.” You answered, “Is there a reason you asked?”

“No, I was just checking.”

“...Damian, how long do you think we’re going to stay a secret? I’m not upset or anything of the sort, it’s just a bit exhausting sometimes.” You questioned, flipping the page of your book.

“I don’t really know Beloved. How long do you think you’d want to stay like this?” Damian set down his book to give the conversation his attention seeing as this one was important.

You audibly sighed as he started braiding a portion of your hair, twisting it around and then letting it lose again, “I don’t really know, 3 months at most maybe?”

“Are you tired of seeing strangers online pine away after me?” He asked smirking.

You rolled your eyes and jokingly slapped his arm making him laugh, “What about me? I’ve seen plenty of suitors for myself.”

“Don’t remind me Y/N.”

“Oh no, I’ll remind you. First there was one that actually messaged me asking if I was single. Oh, another that tweeted asking if I was single. Then, there was another that mailed a love letter to the man-“

Damian cut you off, putting his hand over your mouth making you laugh. You sat up and sat crisscrossed in his lap facing him, running your fingers through his hair.

“You didn’t really think you could shut me up that easily did you demon?” You asked quietly.

“I’d gage you would find a way to get your point across any way you could General.” He kissed the corner of your lips which made you glare at him some before pulling him in for a real kiss.

“Next time some girl gets a hold of you at a gala though, just make sure not to charm her for me, will you?”

“Whatever you say.”

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Patrol started off boring and uneventful. Nothing exciting was happening but for maybe a few ally level crimes. You and Damian were perched on the rooftops looking down at the city lights and occasional people. Damian had obviously gotten the whole Robin outfit, in his own version of course. You however, took the same style as your past uniform. It was similar in the sense that it was amour and a hood, you still had your knives and compartments, this time though, the color was different. He couldn’t see the look on your face through the mask you were wearing which covered your lower face to your eyes, but he was sure you were bored. He was going to start a conversation when the comms came on with Bruce talking loudly.

“I need everyone at the Rosehill Apartments on 7th Street! There’s multiple bombs spread throughout the building, civilians are inside.”

You looked at Damian who nodded at you before you both swung off the building.

“ETA 2 minutes.” You replied back getting onto your own bike and speeding off towards 7th St. following Damian.

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Upon arrival to the building, you could see that everyone else was already inside but for Nightwing who on crowd duty until you two had gotten there.

“There’s one more bomb in the kitchens. Everyone else is either getting their own or helping the residences escape.”

You looked around for an entrance that wasn’t in terrible condition. Once you found one you ran towards it at full speed with a bomb on your mind.

“Stick close, the roof might not be stable anymore.” You said, “If the bomb goes off, I expect you to leave immediately.”

“Beloved I’m not leaving you if anything happens.” Robin replied running beside you.

You didn’t reply, instead bursting into the kitchen and jumping over one of the carts in the way of your path. Using the locator on your wrist device, you scanned the room stopping when it got a hit.

“It’s in the freezer!” You ran over and opened the door into the large room, “Hold this open and make sure it doesn’t close, I’ll disarm the bomb.”

Damian nodded and did what you said as you went inside and ripped open one of the floorboards to find a massive collecting of wires and buttons connected onto one device. The type of timebomb was one that you had seen plenty of times before in training and when you yourself had used them. Part of training was learning to make one so it wasn’t too terribly difficult to disarm this one. The hard part was getting out.

“Y/S/H/N!” You heard from behind you as you were about to stand up, “The place is on fire.” Damian called out, “We have to leave!” You turned around and saw the place ablaze. Damian already had his other mask up over his face so he could breathe when you got out of the freezer. The two of you started running out to find the hallway also up in flames.

“Don’t come near the kitchens, the whole place is going up in flames.” You said, “Bomb has been disarmed however.”

“Good, now get out of there.” Batman replied back.

“Working on that.”

You and Damian sprinted down the hallway making sure no one else was inside on your way out. Once in the lobby you turned hearing someone screaming from a room nearby.

“I’ll be right back.” You said turning around locating the person who was a small child.

“I can’t find my Mommy.” She said sobbing into your arms.

“I promise you I’ll find her.” You said running back up front, “I’m going to give you to Robin and he’ll take you outside, I’ll find your mommy.”

You reached the front of the building where Robin was, “Take her, she can’t find her mother, I’m going in after her.”

“You can’t, the building is going to come down at any minute!” Damian said taking the girl in his arms.

“I have to check, I can’t let her grow up without parents like I did.”

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You ran inside not really aware of what was happening outside anymore. Looking around you saw no sign of anyone but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t be buried under something. As you did this, you pulled out the scanner again but this time had it scan for biological creatures instead of machinery. There was nothing at the point where you were. Going farther into the structure was a no go at this point but it was your only option.

Outside, Damian was trying to find the girl’s mother in the crowd as he mentally cursed himself for allowing you to go inside. He should’ve done more, he could’ve done more but he didn’t. Running to the line of ambulances, he looked for someone that matched the girl’s description of her mother. When he finally found the person, he rushed over just in time for the lady to see her daughter and burst into tears. She hugged her daughter and thanked Damian for bringing her back to her before Damian rushed back to find you.

“Y/N!” He screamed getting inside catching your attention.

Further down the hallway you heard Damian yelling for you. You turned around and started headed quickly for him and once he saw you, he announced that they had found the mother outside of the building. The two of you started running for the exit when you looked up hearing a faint beeping. The exit was 50 feet ahead and the closer to it you got, the louder the sound.

“Damian! There’s a bomb above us, I- I think it’s about to blow.” You said as pieces of wood from the building came down little by little, “5 seconds now!”

Damian had a look of terror as he picked up the pace. You knew that both of you wouldn’t make it without a little boost so you got behind Damian and launched him out of the way where Nightwing was standing right as the building was coming down. The last thing you heard was a defining thunder and then the screams Damian who was kicking and trying to get away from Nightwing to go back for you.

“Y/N is still inside you idiot let me go!” He sobbed trying to elbow his oldest brother in the rib.

The second round of explosions came, only making the structure collapse more, fire raining down.

“Beloved!” He screeched making Nightwing almost drop him in surprise at what he called you.

He understood why Damian was fighting so hard now, but that didn’t mean that he could let him go. The rest of the family standing by heard it as well. It would’ve been hard to miss anyways.

“You can’t go in after her!” Nightwing yelled over the explosion.

“I have to! She’s the only one I have, I have to go! Let me go!” Damian got lose just as the dust was settling.

He ran to where he last saw you and started digging, tears filling his eyes so that he couldn’t see. There was no chance you were still alive and if you were, it wouldn’t be for long. That was when he heard you try and move something. He was looking in the wrong place, only a few feet away. When he saw where you were, he lifted the piles of wood and debris off of you to find you badly injured and hardly awake.

“Beloved stay awake for me okay?” He said lifting you up out of the rubble.

There was a part of your side where you had gotten impaled. It didn’t look like it hit any vital organs, however, you were bleeding out rapidly.

He swept the hair out of your face and gently held you to him as he ran for the Batmoblie quickly trailed by everyone else. With you in the backseat, Nightwing front, and Batman driving, you were quickly headed for the cave. Damian wrapped your wounds tightly and held your head up in his lap checking your pulse every few seconds.

“How is she?” Bruce asked sparing a glance at the back seat.

“Unwell, I-I don’t know how she’s still alive.” Damian responded.

“Enhanced strength from the pit.” You groaned some in pain.

“What the hell?!” Dick turned around to see you trying to sit up, “Enhanced strength my ass, how many times did you take a dip?”

That earned a sharp glare from Damian and a reprimand from Bruce. He apologized realizing that he overstepped.

“Beloved don’t move like that, just stay down.” Damian said gently, “You’ll only hurt yourself more.

“I work through pain.” You muttered.

“Funny, I’m sure I’ve heard that somewhere.” Dick said.

Getting to the cave, you don’t remember much, just waves of pain and floating in and out of consciousness. The only part that you really remember was the worst part, but that was later to come when everyone really thought you would die.

End

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Start of Part Nine:

After Alfred removed the pipe that was in your stomach you started bleeding heavily. No one was ready for it and the amount of blood made it hard to work. Damian looked over and saw you bleeding out on the table and went into panic mode. He jumped up and started looking through your belt for something.

“Damian- what are you...” Your eyes went wide as he pulled out a small glass of liquid, “You’re not going to do what I think you will are you?” You groaned.

Talia had allowed you to have a vile of the pit just in case something happened and you needed to use it on Damian. If it was injected, it would be stronger so you always carried the proper supplies for it.

“Pennyworth, a moment?” Damian pulled him to the side once you weren’t totally bleeding out, “She’s going to die isn’t she?”

“Master Damian I- yes, she will die if something else isn’t done. I do not know what can be done.”

Damian sighed, “We have to inject this into her, where ever the wound is. It’s a vile of the water from the pit. She has it to use for me, but, she needs it now.” “I’ll hold her down.”

“Why ever would you have to...” Alfred thought about it before a long look came over his face, “I understand. Right away then.”

Damian walked to you carefully, knowing you had an idea of what was to happen.

“Dames, please don’t.” You whimpered.

“Beloved, I know you hate it but it has to be done. I’ll be right here for you the entire time, you won’t be alone this time, I promise.” He said taking your hand in his, “Just let Pennyworth do this quickly and it’ll be over faster.”

“Damian no!” You started crying, “Please not this, just let me die, please!”

“Y/N, no you have to just listen to me. I’m right here, the entire time.” Damian said after Alfred put a hand on his shoulder.

He pulled you to his chest close and held your hand as Alfred injected you with the stuff. Damian knew it would work, he just didn’t really know about what would happen to you after that. The issue of the pit’s madness might not be one here, however no one was entirely sure what an injection of it would do. He knew shortly after though.

You screamed and cried into his shoulder almost not being able to breathe.

“Make it stop please!” You begged, “It hurts, please!”

“Beloved I’m right here.” He said, “I’m not leaving you.” A few minutes had passed and he knew from past experience that you’d be back in just a second. That didn’t make it easier. As you came off of the hallucinations and pain, you were silent. The silence was the worst part. It was like after all of that, you went into autopilot now just trying to figure out where you were and how to get topside. The sudden mental change was all too familiar but instead of waking up alone and in a cavern illuminated by the light of the pit, you woke under florescent lights that had been dimmed and a figure holding you tightly after Alfred had left. Your hands immediately found his hair and with the comfort and familiarity, your heart rate dropped to something normal instead of rushed.

“Dami?” You blinked a few times, “Is it over yet?”

“Yes beloved.” He said looking up, eyes puffy with tears in his eyes, “I’m sorry beloved, I just, I can’t... I don’t know what would happen if I didn’t have you with me.”

“It’s okay Damian. It really is this time.” You sat up clutching your side some, “Doesn’t mean it won’t hurt for a little bit though.”

“Here, let me help you.” Damian helped walk you upstairs to his room and wash your hair. With the number of wounds you had to have dressed and cleaned, you didn’t need a shower, just the rubble and dirt out of your hair. He pulled up a stool in front of the sink and held your head up and he washed the hair.

You didn’t really know what to do or say, so instead you just sat back and let him take the lead for once. After drying your hair enough, you went and sat on his bed, him sitting behind you. He took sections of your hair and started braiding them over and over again.

“I thought I was going to lose you Y/N.” He said, “You’re so stubborn.”

You scoffed, “You’re one to talk demon.”

“That is true General.” He remarked, “What you did was truly remarkable though.” “I had to do it Damian. She was around the same age I was when I was brought to the league.” You said.

“You should’ve seen the look on the mother’s face when I brought her back. She was so happy to see her.”

“Well, at least if anything happened, a family would not have been lost tonight.”

Damian didn’t respond, you knew he couldn’t because while he knew you were right, it pained him to think of you leaving him.

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It was a few days later, your wound was healing rapidly probably just to leave a scar and sun was finally shining onto Gotham. Damian was out with the guys not of his own free will though. You were sure that when he got back there would be a ranting session about the dramatics of it all. Alfred had a day off right now and the rest of the family was gone. For the time, it was just you in the large house left alone to roam around as long as you wanted. With that silence and peace however, was an interruption. A knock at the door came and when you went to check, nothing was there but for a parcel sealed in wax addressed to you.

You looked around knowing it was Talia’s writing and nodded before walking back inside and heading for your bedroom. Once sitting at your desk, you opened it up with the small knife you kept on you. Unraveling the letter that was set atop the actual package, you read it.

General Y/N,

I send this letter as an update to the league. Nothing has changed as the last one has arrived to your doorstep but for the slow process of filing through recruits once more. The attack was assisted by an inside source which is now being handled as seen fit. As for you, I have heard the news of your recent relationship with my son. I give you my blessing to continue, seeing as I have anticipated this for an extended amount of time. I also write this as a thank you for your recent near sacrifice. You have lived to my expectations dramatically and I see you were the right fit for this position. As such, I have obtained a second vile of the pit and sent it to you as a token of my gratitude.

Sincerely,

Talia al Ghul

You smiled reading the letter before in code writing the important parts down in a leather journal you kept locked in a trick door on the third drawer of your desk. With the actual letter, you burned it in the fireplace which was already going. And with the ashes of the letter, you knew that this was the start of something new. You watched the rest of the letter disappear into the rest of the ashes and then headed outside for a walk in the sun, letting go of all of your issues for even a few moments of serenity.

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Knight Au: Virgil’s Recruitment

It’s the first official recruitment of one of the sides and it’s a bit sad, but I promise there won’t be to much. I can’t handle angst very well anyways. Let me know if anyone's interested in more. Even for one person I would continue, but if there isn’t anyone then I guess I will just stop here. (Maybe)

Warnings: Non-descriptive violence, drug mentions, ill, and mild language. (If I missed anything let me know)

Virgil found himself living in the worst location of the Sanders kingdom. He lived as close to the middle of Veil as one would be able to without relying on a large scale gang to back you up. Only the rich and powerful underworlders could call the center of Plague home. Those beings, more likely then not, being a form of demon.

He’d lived there since he was born and has long ago given up on getting out. The city was essentially a maze, and while that might help in hiding, it also covers the monsters in the city. For those outside of Veil they called it Plague. Both names made a sick sort of sense to everyone. Entering the city was like hiding behind a veil. No news traveled to or from the city and you were luck to be seen again with out any permanent physical damage. The mental damage was certain. The walls were the veil to keep those outside safe from the horrors that plagued anyone or thing that lived within the city. If you can call what happens there living, and those who came out with the mental scars were considered plagued as the things they did would drive them back to that city.

Virgil truly did hate his home. Every bone in his body told him that this was where he would die and he believed it. Unfortunately for him, his sharpened senses kept him alive and for the most part safe. It’s not that he wished to die, no, death here was not a good thing. You can’t rest here when your dead. The only reason he hated his senses was for the fact that he had to cover his body as much as possible, so that he wouldn’t have a meltdown do to over stimulation. None of those helping with the anxiety he developed due to the masters of his youth. Honestly his hatred ran so deep that........

“S... Si... SIR!”

“Quiet. We can’t have anyone hearing us right now.”

“But...”

“No, be silent. If you really want to see your mother again and do so alive, you will remain silent. Understood?”

The child nodded, holding back her sobs with the rags she wore. Honestly, he should have know better then to help this girl. He will get nothing from it, but at least he wouldn’t be at fault for the small child’s death.

They continued to take turns and twist that appeared to back track through almost claustrophobic passage ways. The passages made even smaller by the filth that covered the entire city's inner levels. Between not getting lost and the filth that could very well be hiding bodies, Virgil’s attention was completely taken due to the addition of the girl as well. So, when a rat ran over his foot and climbed the walls in an unholy manner to reach a window that had long since lost its glass. It took everything in him not to bolt.

An enemy right in front of him was easy but place him here close to hyperventilating and stressed over the area they were heading to did not help to keep his fear of rats hidden. If it weren’t for the child he would have been long gone and resting in his hideaway for when he needed to hunt down his next meal.

They soon came to the edge of an open space, with a broken fountain in the center. If it weren’t for the obvious man made parts of the area it could have been easily mistaken for a cavern.

Searching the perimeter, Virgil noticed many things that others would miss. Doors hidden almost to the point where they looked like part of the wall, dotted the area. Pathways like their own, appeared closed off, except for two or there far across the area. Most importantly the area was clean.

No filth that looked like it could be alive. No rubble or shattered glass scatter about other then the parts from the fountain. Something was wrong and Virgil was so close to leaving, but the child.

“Hide in one of the piles. Somethings not right here.”

The girl nodded and crawled through one of the piles. As she did so she chocked on the stench that came from deep in the pile. The cloth masked did nothing for her against the stench and so she pocketed it as she turned to look out at what Virgil would do.

Knowing that this was a trap for him, he scoured the area looking for the best point and exits for him to go and defend from. The fountain was most likely his best bet and so he crept over, keeping low as to not trigger the ambush just yet.

Upon reaching the fountain he stood slowly, keeping an eye out for any arrows, darts, and other projectiles. Having none come his way he steeled his nerves and called out.

“Jade, come out I have your daughter. I don’t need any trouble.”

Nothing responded back, not even his echo that should have been there, nor the enemies that should have come out as well. It was far to silent. Even at the quietest times a scream and rats could be heard. So, where were they. Then he heard it, or more like them.

The muffled breathing and a laugh.

They were waiting for a signal, but from who? It should only be him, the girl, and whoever refused to come out and attack.

“What are you guys waiting for? An open invitations? If so, know that I have none.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I am too.”

“He said after this I owe him nothing! If I gave you to him then he would let me and mother go! I’m sick of waiting for him to sell me! I’m sorry”

The child broke down and fled the scene. That’s fine, honestly, Virgil would have done the same if he was in her position. Owning a debt to someone, even your own parent is the same as a death sentence here.

“How pathetic. That daughter of mine truly is studied. As soon as I finish up with you, I will be selling her and that cow to the demons. Honestly, does she really think that bring you here would be enough to payback me giving her life?”

A short stature, large build man exited from one of the doors hidden from the wall. He effectively earned a glare from Virgil.

“You bastard. I should have know it was one of your children, Darrian, when I smelt the Artmum on her.”

“Oh enough. Honestly killing you will bring me quite a lot a reputation. My group will be able to take down gangs thanks to that alone. Though I must say you appear much slower the normal.”

“Have you seen yourself? You give my name far to much credit. It would take you killing thousands to gain any reputation other then the horrifically, ugly, disgust...”

“How DArE YoU! Boys get out here and kill him already.”

“Can’t even take a little teasing fatty?”

With that about fifteen boy entered from the doors and passages. There ages a wide range but none over eighteen. That be part of the sad truth of Veil. I were luck to make it to twelve here. More likely then not you were dead due to either a debt you owed or paying of someone else’s by ten.

The boys charge at Virgil, and he began his defense. Using rocks around him he kicked them towards the boys slowing some down and tripping a few more. While they got up, he headed towards Darrian. Swipes came in left and right. Most boys used heave pipes and boards, but the few older held swords. Still none of them land a single blow to Virgil. On the other hand Virgil had landed several and knocked out as many as he could on his way to Darrian.

It was obvious that the boys owed Darrian. Most likely all of them being his son. So with his death the would all most likely run away. Free from there debts. So Virgil did what he could not to harm them severally. They were children after all and not loyal to anyone. Even blood meant nothing here other then a debt to be paid.

Five feet from Darrian, the boys managed to circle Virgil. The continued to swipe and miss him as he tried to find an opening. After several moments and angry yelling by Darrian to hurry and finish him, an opening showed its self. The Boy directly in front of Darrian moved his hip ever so slightly as to reach Virgil at a better angle, and Virgil leapt for that moment.

He threw his dagger at Darrian, hitting him in his jugular. Quickly Virgil yanked back. A steel thread pulling his dagger to him and ripping the man’s throat with it’s barbed edges. He quickly hit the ground and died quickly.

As expected, the boys had been waiting to hear Darrian fall, instantly taking off when he did. Virgil, however, did not go unscathed. In his left shoulder the boy had managed to embed his short sword during Virgil's throwing.

Knowing that staying here would mean his death drove Virgil to stay up. The wound coupled with the illness that he had caused his legs to tremble. Why on earth did he agree to help the girl Artmum in her veins? This would be his end. He knew the likelihood of him getting to a one of the building here would be near impossible, let alone all the way back to his base.

His knees gave out and as he attempted to crawl to one of the doorways rushed footsteps could be heard. No not now! Why come back and finish? He was so close but the loss of blood and the lack of his dominate arm caused him to give in. This was his end and he knew it. Whoever’s footsteps those were, showed that they were close and closing in quickly, undoubtedly having spotted him. All he hoped for now was that it wasn’t one of the demons from the inner city.

“Your... But your Highness... No, never!.. But... Understood.”

“Hey... Kid...!”

Virgil’s strength had left him and his Vision was beginning to as well. However, he saw one last thing that confused him as he slipped under. The royal colors flashed in his sight, and he was out.

Virgil woke to his entire body throbbing in pain. Most of which was originating from his shoulder, but it did not drown out the pain that came from his head and stomach as well. He lurched forward at the pains in his stomach and hands quickly reached for him.

Normally he would have fought off any contact but the pain was to much. The arms around him guided him to a bucket where he dry heaved into. Having had no food and little water made for having nothing to give to the vomiting and instead ruined his throat.

After collecting himself, he turned to the owner of the hands and arms that had guided him. To his left sat a small, middle aged healer. Round glasses taking up most of his face and had it not been for the heavy concern that showed on his face, it would have obviously been a large, bright smile if his laugh lines where anything to go by.

“I’d ask if you were alright, but it’s quite obvious your not. My name is Emile. I managed to patch you up, though I am sure you still feel pain from your wound. as for the stomach and head pain, that is an unfortunate side effect of rushed healing. I...” “Where am I? Why did you help me? There shouldn’t be any healers in Veil. Not any free ones.”

“Well your right in the fact that your not in Veil anymore. Your actually in the royal palace Valor. As for why I helped you... Well, why did you help that child? I’m sure you knew she was lying.”

“Wait the girl! Is she alright?”

Panic began to set in. The girl had to have gotten away. What did the person mean by Valor. He couldn’t leave Veil. He was supposed to be dead there and now he’s in Valor? Does that mean he owes the King a debt? Someone else? As his thoughts spiraled his hands reached for he’s hair and began to pull. Hard.

“Shh calm. It’s ok. Your safe, she’s safe. You don’t owe anyone anything, we merely wanted to help you. Now breath with me. In for four. Good. Hold for seven. That’s it. And out for eight. Great, lets do it again.”

After going through the breathing for several minutes, Virgil was finally calm enough to listen to Emile’s explanation.

“His Highness, me and a few guards went to check out what was going on in Veil. It had been some time since a kings visit there and we had wanted to see where it had gotten to. Really it was the Thomas’s idea. We knew it would be bad to just go in there so we kept the party to a minimum...

“Thomas are you really sure about this, I mean...”

The spy originally sent to check out Veil had come back claiming that one of the mobs in Veil had gained a forbidden spell book that once belonged to the royal family and needed help getting it back.

“For the hundredth time Valarie, yes I am sure. I need to make sure we get this book back and I have more reasons then that to go to Veil.”

“But Thomas, it’s not safe. People come back like they have the plague and quickly return there.”

“Look we are basically there already. Besides why do you think I brought you, Emile, Joan, and Tayln along? We’ll be fine. Now quiet we can’t have anyone noticing us.”

Huffing, Valarie stopped her complaining and fell back in line with the other guards. It really wasn’t normal for the King to go on a book retrieval mission. Especially somewhere so dangerous with so few personal guards.

“You know she’s right, Thomas. We should do this quickly so that we don’t attract to much attention.”

“Yes, Emile, now Alex said that the book was located deeper in the city then we are now. With the map they gave us it should only take about three hours to reach the location. So lets get going.”

Thomas cheered and lead his rude...

“Hey!”

Upset, guard, through the winding streets. Not much occurred between entering Veil and getting to the location marked, but Emile did get a fright from some giant rat fighting for some sort of shiny item.

“It wasn’t even food! Why do rats care for a shiny piece of metal?! Do they plan to use it like a life or something?!”

“Calm down and continue please.”

“Right, right! Anyway...

“Thomas stay out here with Emile please. Joan too.”

Thomas huffed wanting to help with the retrieval, but understood that it was better for the royal to remain at a safer location. Though the safety of this area was really questionable. They where fairly close to the center of the City after all. the rest of the guard followed Valarie and Tayln in to the building to recover the stole items kept there and face down any enemies.

Then they heard a child crying out from an alley way. They all rushed over to the sound and found a small child sobbing her eyes out in a large pile of trash.

“What’s wrong?” “I... I b-betrayed the only per-person to ever offer me help!”

The child broke down even more the events that she had been through obviously to painful for her to explain more. Thomas wanted to help her immediately but Joan pulled the two a side.

“We can’t help that child Thomas. We don’t know if this is a trap or not!”

“What do you mean that ones just a child! No older the eight at the most!”

“Emile even the children here will gut you the first chance they get. We. Can’t. Help. Them.”

“We have to at least check it out!”

“N...”

“Where going to help her.” Thomas said interrupting the dispute his friends were beginning to have. Marching past the to Thomas knelt next to the child.

“Now...”

“Rose, She/her.”

The girl sniffed. Having heard them discussing what to do, she was hopeful for some one to save the person she had mentioned.

“Now, Rose. What do you mean you betrayed someone who tried to help you?”

She grabbed Thomas holding tight, almost like she was afraid that if she let go that person was as good as dead.

“He... he said he’d help me get back to my mother when I had lied to him saying I was lost. I then lied and said that she always waited by a fountain in the middle ring of the city. Really that man was there with an ambush in order to kill him. H.. he said if I brought Anxiety to him weakened then he would let me and mother go.”

Then she broke down again repeating over and over that they had to help Anxiety. That she had poisoned him, and he would need help quickly in order to live.

“Alright, if you lead the way we can help.”

“Thomas!”

“Not now Joan. Someone is dying and needs our help. Alright Rose, lets go.”

As soon as he gave the go ahead the child ran. She ran so quickly back to where she had left the man she called Anxiety. All the while she repeated

“Thank you! Thank you! He has to live! He’s going to live!”

When they reached the end of an extremely long and thin passage way the child held them up. From the passage they saw a kid crawling toward one of the doors with a sword embedded in his left shoulder. A ways across lay a few unconscious boys and a dead older man.

“That’s him! That’s Anxiety! He’s still alive!”

Thomas went to run to the kid crawling, but was stopped by Joan.

“Your Highness you can’t just go in there!”

Thomas whirled around somewhat angry with his friend.

“I know your worried, but that kid needs help. If this was a trap I doubt he would be the one still alive!”

“But your Highness...”

“You would have me leave a kid to die? You would stop me from helping someone who obviously needs it?!”

“No never! But he could be...”

“ Joan I know your only trying to protect me, but right now your in the way, now get out of the way!”

“Understood.”

With that he rushed over to the kid on the ground. Noticing that he was no longer trying to crawl and looked to be right at death’s door.

“Hey, wait! You need to hold on kid! We’ll help you so stay awake!”

Thomas threw himself down to pick the kid up. Just as he got both himself and the kid up, Anxiety was out.

“Emile, grab Rose and her mother with Joan and met me by the others! As soon as you get back to me, we run and set him up at the camp I’ll need you and the other healers to perform rushed healing spells on him. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir!”

Both Emile and Joan sprung into action in order to do as the King had commanded.

“I don’t know what happen between that time, but his Highness was desperate. We had Rose take us to her mother and then we went and meet up with his Highness and the rest. From there it was a blur of rapid healing spells, blood stabilizing and getting back to Valor.”

Emile wrung his hands. The experience was very shock. To have so much happen on a trip that should have been a quick go in, grab a book, and leave turn into a rush against time to save Virgil’s life. He wasn’t prepared for that mentally.

Virgil reached over cautiously, not used to anyone caring for him or needing to comfort another, and placed his hand on top of Emile’s.

“Thank you. I know if it weren’t for you or the King I would be dead. No one else would have left with that girl to help someone. Not when she out right said she betrayed them. Now I have to ask, how long have I been out and what do I do now?”

Emile looked up a smile place precariously on his face. A poor testament to the smiles he usually showed. While he did not mention it he had seen the scars and other mark that littered Virgil’s body. The clear signs of being half demon and something else. The abuse he no doubt went through. Emile couldn’t begin to understand what living in that place for so long had to be like, and for a child of this boys age.

“Yes well, its been three days since we found you and you recovered fairly quickly. Even with the rapid healing magic, it was still quite fast. As for what you do now? It’s up to you, but I am sure his Highness will want to talk to you a bit, and that may affect what you want to do.”

Nodding, Virgil thought his options through. He could run away, but then that would be rude to the King and he had no clue about anything outside of the Veil. Emile’s story made the King appear kind, but that could just be his point of view. After all some people saw the Kings as God-like beings. However, he seemed to treat the King as more of a friend and equal, rather then a God.

“Alright, if it’s alright I would like to see what the King has to say to me.”

Emile’s smile grew to a near blinding point and went to say something when he was interrupted.

“I’m glad you are willing to hear me out Anxiety.”

Both Emile and Virgil jumped at the sudden new voice. Virgil had to repeat the breathing exercise to keep call, but when he looked up he saw that it was the King. Right there, waiting for him, no time for preparation at all. Virgil wasn’t even properly dressed to meet with a royal. Not that he had any other clothes any way. All of a sudden needing to do his breathing exercise again. Though this time much more rapid and less successful.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry here lean against me!”

Thomas rushed over and pressed Virgil’s head to where his heart was trying to keep a steady rhythm in order to give Virgil some thing to follow. Normally this would have set Virgil’s panic off even worse, but something about Thomas was very calming and helped him rather then causing him more panic.

“I’m... I’m ok now, you can let me go.”

“Mmm, well now I’m fairly comfy so I think I’ll stay like this. Plus your hair after the wash feel really nice. Un-unless this is really uncomfortable for you!”

“No um, its really nice actually.”

So Thomas sat there for a bit just holding Virgil’s head to his chest with one hand and the other brushing threw Virgil’s hair. Virgil himself was really surprised by how much he enjoyed this, that he forgot that Emile was still in the room.

“Sorry to interrupt your Father-son bonding moment, but didn’t you have somethings to talk about?”

Both pulled back quickly, red with embarrassment that they had so quickly gotten comfortable with the positions, that they had forgot who they were and where they were. Though Emile was right, it really did feel like they were a family reunited.

“Right business. It was quite obvious that you have some amazing skill. From the looks of it you took on multiple enemies in a weakened state, with a home field disadvantage, and managed to not hurt a single child while they were attacking you, but also managed to kill the leader. While I don’t know the details, it is obvious that you are quick and skilled. You’re exactly who I have been looking for to join my permanent personal guard. While I would like to offer you that right now, I am still setting it up and can not randomly appoint someone no matter how much I want to. Regulations and all that. So... would you be willing to join my Spies and learn things outside of the Veil? The choice is yours, Anxiety.”

Virgil’s head was spinning. The King just asked Virgil to join his spies and later be one of his permanent personal guardsmen. This guy hardly knew him, and what he did know for sure was that he came from the Veil. A place of horrible people and horrifying stories. He had already healed him and now was offering him a place in the world. How kind of a man was this King? How trusting was he? There was no way he could live this kind man alone. What if he stupidly let an enemy in his ranks o-or worse yet an assassin with the sole intent to kill the King?!

“Yes! Yes! Please, if you mean it I want to help you. You saved me and the child from that awful place and even healed me. All while not know a single thing about me other then my nickname. I would hate myself for leaving such a person behind.”

“Them I am glad to have you on board Anxiety.”

“You guys can call me Virgil.”

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Part One: Good Cop, Bad Cop. (Hunteri Heroici S08E08)

Episode Summary: Castiel tells the reader and the Winchesters that he’s decided to become a hunter like them. While the brothers are sold on the idea, they agree to investigate a case where a man’s heart literally burst through his chest. Meanwhile, the reader struggles to keep her pregnancy a secret as she tries to adapt to the symptoms and lifestyle changes she must make. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4,788.

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You looked over your shoulder every few seconds and away from your phone screen from what you were reading to see where Sam was and what he was doing at the moment. The younger Winchester was currently talking on the phone with Mrs. Tran and leaning against the trunk of the Impala as he filled up Baby with gas like he had been over the past few minutes. You turned your attention back to your phone and continued scrolling through an article you were reading, your suspicious behavior was making it seem like you were watching some incident video in public and you were afraid of being caught. Instead you had been secretly reading about the progress of the little fetus growing inside of you and its progress.

Today marked the sixth week and fourth day of your pregnancy, and even thinking of the word made you feel queasy all over again. You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you were carrying a baby, a new human life was growing in your stomach at this very second. In less than eight months your life was going to change forever. And you had yet to tell the father you were carrying his unborn child. Cas kept reminding you that it’d be a matter of time until the truth had to come out, or one of the boys would find out for themselves. The angel said Dean would surely begin to grow suspicious when your breasts started to grow bigger. You made the wrong choice of trying to take a sip of your drink when he mentioned that small factor.

You tried to focus your attention back to the article that you were previously reading that told you the baby was only about the size of a sweet pea, it was one one fourth of an inch long. And yet the baby was making you feel exhausted and throwing up every single morning. It was funny how one small thing could do so much damage. You looked up from the screen a few moments later when you heard footsteps approaching. Dean was back from paying for the tank of gas, along with a few beers before hitting the road. You let out a sigh of envy at something you weren't allowed to have anymore. Cas felt the need to remind you when you heard him mumble a no, as if he could tell you were eying the beer. You were a little clueless about pregnancies, but you weren’t stupid to know that you couldn’t drink anymore.

You smiled at your boyfriend and shook your head when he tried to offer you one. He didn't think much of it, you weren’t big of a drinker before. Dean offered the open bottle to Sam instead and took the other one for himself to enjoy, the other for whoever would want it down the road. Sam happily took the beer, in exchange he gave his brother the phone with Mrs. Tran on the line who was starting to ask a few too many questions. Dean happily greeted the woman before ending the call all of three seconds later. You shoved your pocket into your back pocket and gave the older man a look from his behavior, he shrugged his shoulders, blaming the “bad connection” on a fake tunnel he was going through.

“What’s going on in Tran-land?” Dean asked, wondering what the conversation was about.

“Well, Garth finally got them on his houseboat, but Kevin’s having a lot of trouble reading their half of the tablet. So far, bits and pieces. Nothing about boarding up hell.” Sam explained to you and his brother. None of it seemed helpful to any of you, Dean couldn’t help but linger on the fact that the hunter you met a few weeks back at a safe house boat. “Dude, I don’t even ask questions anymore.”

You had only met Garth once, but he was unlike anyone you had ever met before in this hunting lifestyle. Hell, even anyone you knew in your entire thirty-something heads of being alive. Garth was a rare breed and you had to admit, you enjoyed his company after your grief of losing Bobby Singer diminished enough to see the poor guy was just trying to help out carrying on the old man’s helping hand. He was more than happy to help out the Tran family when you called him and explained the situation. And then proceeded to talk to him for five minutes about how your life was going and if the boys were behaving.

You leaned yourself against the Impala as Sam worked on taking the gas pump out of the car and getting everything ready to head off. Cas had been right besides you, reading some newspaper to occupy his time and catch up on world events that unfolded while he was gone. Dean took a sip of his beer and headed over to the both of you.

“What’s the word, Cas?” Dean curiously asked the angel.

“It’s a shortened version of my name.” The angel replied to the question in a literal sense. You found yourself letting out the quietest chuckle, causing him to look up from the paper briefly to give you a slightly confused look, wondering what was funny.

“Yes, it is. I meant what's the word on the Word?” Dean asked the angel again, more specifically this time. “Any, uh, tablet chatter on angel radio?”

“Oh, I couldn't say.” Cas said. “I turned that off.”

You raised your brow slightly in curiosity, “You can do that?”

“Yeah, it's a simple matter of blocking out certain subsonic frequencies.” Cas explained to you. “I could draw you a diagram if you want—“

“No, that's—we're good.” Dean cut off the angel, not wanting any more of the conversation topic to drag on with useless information he didn’t need to hear. “Why'd you flip the switch?”

“Because it's a direct link to Heaven. And I don't want anything to do with that place—not anymore.” Cas admitted his true reasons to the three of you. Your expression shifted slightly, presuming the angel’s reasons were for the ones that meant he wasn’t belonged anymore. And not to mention, his kind weren’t exactly the nicest creatures to begin with. You understood why he would want to keep his distance.

“So what now?” Dean wondered, sarcastically pondering the future for Castiel now that he was ready to ditch home to stick around on earth. “Move to Vermont, open up a charming B&B?”

“No. I still want—I still need to help people. So, I'm gonna become a hunter.” Cas smiled as he told you and the boys his announcement of what he planned on doing. You crossed your arms over your chest and raised your brow slightly, you wondered if his desire to help people was the only reason why he wanted to stick around. “I could be your third wheel for when—”

You quickly cleared your throat before Cas could accidentally spill the news about something you swore him to secrecy. Cas’ expression shifted as his smile faded. The boys seemed unsure of what was going on. “You know that's not a good thing, right?” You asked the angel, continuing on the conversation before someone could ask what Cas meant.

“Of course it is. A third wheel adds extra grip, greater stability. And a fourth person is an equal balance.” Cas said. You let out a sigh and rolled your eyes, Sam couldn’t help himself but let out a chuckle from the angel’s example. “I even found a case. Oklahoma City—man's heart jumped ten feet out of his chest. It sounds like our kind of thing, right?”

“He's got a point.” Sam agreed with the angel.

“Excellent. I’ll see you there.” Cas tapped on the hood of the Impala twice and turned away to start walking and teleport himself to Oklahoma City.

“Wait, Cas, Cas!” Dean called out the angel’s name, stopping him from disappearing from your sight like always. Cas turned around once again to face the older Winchester, wondering what was of importance. “If you want to play cowboys and bloodsuckers, that's fine. But you're gonna stick with us, okay? None of this zapping around crap. Capiche?”

“Yeah, I capiche.” Cas agreed. He stared down at the ground for a moment, disappointed in the new terms he agreed to. One of the perks of being an angel back to his old self was being able to pop up from one place to another in a fraction of a second. The concept of spending several hours in a car felt tedious. However he wanted to hunt, and if he had to abide by the Winchesters’ ways. Dean seemed happy enough as the three of you headed to the respected spots. “Can I, uh, at least ride in the front seat?”

“No.” Both of the brothers simultaneously shot down the angel’s polite request before they could even give it a thought. Sam shoved his shoulder against Cas’ as he made his way to the passenger side to take his rightful spot.

You couldn’t help yourself when you felt a smile growing on your face at the look of even more disappointment on Cas’ face. You walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, angel boy. Guess you’re stuck with me.”

Cas didn’t seem pleased with the idea. You quietly chuckled to yourself as you circled around the car to open up the backseat door to sit behind Dean as Cas slid himself inside the car to see the sight of Sam’s head. A minute later the four of you were off on the road to the case that Cas picked out, wondering what caused a man’s heart to jump out of his chest.

+ + +

A day and a half later you and the boys arrived in Oklahoma City and found a motel decent enough to stay in during the remainder of your stay. You and the boys changed into your formal wear and headed off to the police station, Cas tagging along as well to learn a thing or two. The angel thought he knew what he was doing. He had been in your motel room watching some cop shows to pass the time while you settled in and got changed. You were interested to see how this was going to go. Much as you wanted the best for the angel, you had a feeling him trying to be a hunter was going to be more comical than helpful.

You had a case not too long back where someone was ripping hearts out of people, but you didn’t think you ever had a case where the organ jumped out of the body. Coroner said his heart was ejected from his body.” The detective working the case explained the details to the four of you, what there was for this unexplained and strange death. “Got some air, too. Found it in a sandbox.”

“Any idea what happened, Detective?” Sam asked.

“A lot of people are thinking drugs, Agent Nash,” The detective gave her suspicions on what could be blamed. “an assload of drugs.”

Most of the time when you spoke to police their theories on deaths and missing people were empty suspicions that sounded logical enough to help tie up loose ends. And while you knew the real reason what caused Gary Freling’s heart jumped out of his chest wasn’t anything natural, you kept your opinions to yourself. Castiel, however, still needed to be reminded about the right way of how to behave like a human being. “There are no narcotics in that man's system.” The angel leaned over slightly to whisper his findings to you. You refrained yourself from rolling your eyes and telling him to keep his mouth shut before could blow your entire cover. “His molecules are all wrong.” “But you don't think that, huh?” Sam managed to speak up before the detective could asked what the stranger in a trench coat and undone tie could mean by that.

"Never seen an eight ball do that." The detective said.

She reached over to the dead body lying on the metal slab to grab the white sheet covering Gary's naked body to reveal the wound that made headlines and lead you here. Your face scrunched up slightly to see an almost literal heart shape in the man's chest of the exit wound. While you wouldn’t consider yourself a squeamish person from the things you had seen alone, your stomach felt a little queasy at the sight of the open wound that looked not exactly surgical, but nobody ripped the heart out from what you’ve seen before. You swallowed slightly as you looked away from the gaping hole and back to the detective.

“And who called this in?” You asked her.

“Friend of his named Olivia Kopple. She saw the whole thing.” The detective said. As she pulled the sheet back up to cover the victim’s body her phone began to start ringing. Looking down at the name that popped on the screen, she let out a sigh and grabbed a case file for you to read over. “Ah, crap. I have to take this. Here's everything we got. Knock yourself out.“

You smiled and thanked the woman for her help. The detective returned the gesture and began to walk out of the morgue, but Dean stopped her for another moment, handing over a business card with his cell on it. “Listen, you see anything weird, anything out of the box, you give us a call.”

The detective examined the card for a moment and looked back up at the older man, “Whatever you say, Scully.” She chuckled to herself at his odd way of putting it and pocketed the card in her blazer jacket. You glanced up from the case file for a moment as the detective headed off. “Detective Glass...On my way.”

When the detective was out of sight and hearing distance, Cas got to work going through the short checklist of things you and the boys searched for in strange cases like this. “I can't sense any EMF or sulfur.” The angel said, which meant a demon and a spirit weren’t to be blamed for this death. “Mr. Freleng's arterial health is, uh, excellent.”

You hummed quietly as you half listened to what Cas was say exactly, most of your attention was kept on the file you were reading to see if you could try and find anything useful in here. However you found your attention lingering back up when you saw Cas do something rather...odd, if you could even call it that. You felt your face scrunch up she. The angel bent down so he was at level with the body and began sniffing Gary’s corpse like some kind of dog trying to get a scent. You slowly looked around the morgue, praying to God nobody was watching. You were more embarrassed than afraid if someone caught Cas in the act.

“He did recently suffer from a mild, uh…” Cas sniffed the corpse a few times to get a better sense of what he was trying to look for. You read somewhere that pregnant woman had a better sense of smell, and while you would agree with that statement, this was a whole other level of weird you were comfortable with. You read somewhere that pregnant women had a stronger sense of smell when they were carrying. And you noticed it not too long ago. But Cas was taking this to a whole other level. “What is that? ...Bladder infection.”

“Cas, stop smelling the dead guy.” Dean hissed at the angel. He cautiously looked around the morgue to see if anyone had the angel doing something very inhuman that would only lead to all sorts of questions. You and Sam found yourselves sharing a look of disturbance as you wrinkled your nose slightly from the smells alone he was able to pick up.

“Why? Now I know everything about this man.” Cas said. “So we can—”

“Hey, Lassie. Did you happen to smell any sort of women’s perfume on Gary’s body?” You asked the angel. Cas stared at you with a slightly perplexed expression from your question. He wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything. You felt your lips stretch into a smirk in victory at what you managed to find, and without looking like a creep to do it. "Did your impeccable nose tell you he was having an affair?"

Cas seemed taken back at your accusation you managed to come up with on your own, “What?”

"Strike one, Sherlock." Dean said. You chuckled quietly to yourself as you saw a look of disappointment cross the angel's face how hard he was trying to help you, but it wasn't getting him very far. "You wanna learn to be a hunter, take a note here from Nancy Drew."

“According to Olivia, they would meet at the park every Thursday at 12:45, walk to the Moonlight diner, where she always ordered a caesar salad, dressing on the side. They would chat about everything, and she’d be back on the road by 1:30.” You read off the statement Olivia gave to the police that was the first red flag to show that something was off here. Cas, however, didn’t see any sort of potential holes in her story. It seemed like a solid alibi.

“You don’t think she’s telling the truth.” Cas suspected.

“Too much detail.” Dean said. “Sounds rehearsed.”

“Plus, we drove past the Moonlight diner on the way into town.” You added on. “It’s attached to the Moonlight motel.”

"Okay, well, let's say that Gary's here on the prowl, but he's playing it safe because..." Dean reached out to sneak a hand underneath the sheet to grab the victim's left hand, proving his suspicions of what was making Gary sneak around. You noticed the gold band on his ring finger, you shook your head at his infidelity as Dean chuckled to himself. "Dude’s married. Doesn't want anyone to see his ride parked out in front of a by-the-hour fleabag."

“So he stashes his car at the park across the street, meets Olivia there.” Sam said.

“His wife probably found out about it and it broke her heart. So she breaks his.” You concluded what must have been going on here. You and the boys had been hunting together for almost a decade now. While the boys had an unnatural talent of speaking at the exact same time, all three of you worked in perfect sync in figuring out this hunt. Cas stood back and watched as the scene unfolded, feeling a little left out. You crossed your arms over your chest at what could be blamed for this. "Sounds witchy."

“Yes, it does. Guy was living a lie, and it came back to bite him in the ticker.” Dean said. He let out a chuckle from how the poor bastard went out. Most of the cases you worked involving dead bodies were people who were victims, and then there was people like Gary who cheated on his wife with some chick. Karma was a real thing, and he had this coming. “Nice job on the batter infection, by the way.”

Cas was smart enough to tell that the compliment the older Winchester had given him wasn't exactly that, but sarcasm at the lack of help he could provide for the hunt. You rolled your eyes and followed behind Dean, mumbling for him to play nice. Sam found himself staying behind for just a moment at the words that his brother had to say about living a lie. You only made it to the doorway leading out of the morgue before the words hit you. One hand rested on the swinging door and the other grazed slightly over your stomach. Sam spent an entire year living a lie with Amelia, you were keeping a secret from the brothers that their family was about to grow. The real question was, what kind of karma was going to bite you in the ass when the truth came out?

+ + +

You, the boys and Cas headed to the Freleng's household to speak to Gary's wife Debbie, to see if she had any possible information that might help figuring out who or what might have wanted to kill her husband. Along with if she was the type of person who knew some heavy duty witchcraft to get back at her cheating husband. She sat at the table with a box of tissues at the subject matter she was being forced to speak about again. You gave her a sympathetic smile as you casually stood in the living room with your arms crossed over your chest. You noticed there was a few cards sent to the grieving window to give their condolences.

“I don’t understand.” Debbie said. She looked at the four strangers occupying her house with confusion as to what reason why all of you were doing here. Her husband's case was already declared solved. "Gary had a heart attack. Why would the FBI—"

“The parks are government property.” Dean cut off the woman, giving her some excuse to help reason the fact that you were poking your noses into her husband's death. "We just got a few questions for you.”

"I'll, uh...I'll handle this. I've done research. I can crack her." Cas offered to take over this part of the hunt he thought he could handle.

You knew the angel was trying his hardest to be helpful here after his failed attempt with the dead body. But you found yourself staring at him with a slightly hesitant expression from what he was about to do. Interviewing people was a tricky situation that needed to be handled just right. Almost everyone had to be considered a suspect with these kind of things when you suspected a witch was what you were hunting. If you pissed off one of them—one who could make her husband’s heart jump out of his chest—the possibilities were endless for a couple of hunters poking their noses where they thought didn't belong.

“Uh, actually …” You spoke up as you pointed a finger at Cas, your lips stretching into a small smile as you tried to offer to take over. But you found yourself trailing off as the angel walked over to the grieving widow, giving his best impression of Columbo. You refrained yourself from rolling your eyes as you dropped your hand back down to your side. You were starting to regret letting him watch all those old cop shows to get himself prepared.

“Now, Ms. Freleng, I don’t want to bother you. I-I really don’t. But I-I do have just one question for you.” Cas was trying his hardest to be a good hunter. You had to admit he was coming from a good place for his excuse, but the execution was just all wrong. He suddenly slammed his palm straight down on the table, catching everyone off guard from his sudden shift in behavior. "Why did you kill your husband?!"

"Agent Stills." You quickly spoke up. "A word, please."

Debbie let out a quiet sob from the hostility being thrown at her, it was a justified response from the third degree Cas had given her. You walked across the room to give you and the angel some distance from the group. You crossed your arms over your chest once more and gave him a serious expression from his hostile behavior.

"What?" Cas asked you, unsure of why you were upset. "I was being bad cop."

"No, you were being bad everything." You whispered to him.

"Please, forgive my partner." Sam apologized for the angel's hostile behavior as he took a seat across from the widow across the table. "He's, uh—he's going through some stuff."

"Listen to Sam." You ordered at the angel.

"What he was trying to ask—is there any way Gary might have had secrets—something he was hiding?" Sam asked her, hoping she might spill a few details for you. The younger Winchester had a way with getting personal with people and making them feel comfortable. It was his caring demeanor and his sympathetic charm. But it seemed Debbie was unsure of what he was trying to get at. Or she was playing dumb to keep her own ass safe.

Before Sam could elaborate more on the question, there was a knock on the door to announce the arrival of an unexpected guest. You heard a female voice approaching as she called out the widow's name. Debbie pushed herself up to her feet when she saw the woman come in with what appeared to be casserole. You didn't know what it was about food and death. Whenever someone died there was always an abundance of food to be ate. Debbie broke down into tears again when she embraced the woman into a hug. Olivia seemed like a family friend from how she was crying herself as she embraced her friend. But you could only imagine it wasn't only for her friend's loss.

“As in mistress Olivia?” Dean wondered.

“This is awkward.” Cas said.

"I'm sorry." Debbie composed herself as she stood next to Olivia, focusing back to the question she was asked. "What did you think Gary was hiding?"

“That he was sleeping with her.” The angel had still yet to learn about being subtle. He pointed a finger at Olivia to make clear of who he was accusing his dead husband of being unfaithful to. You let out a frustrated sigh from how much trouble he had gotten you into. But it seemed that being blunt worked in your favor for this one. Just because the Freleng had an apple pie life, it didn’t mean their sex life was normal.

“I know.” Debbie said. She suddenly felt awkward as she explained the open marriage she had with her late husband. "Gary and I—We...had an arrangement. He was seeing Olivia, and I was spending some time with our neighbor P.J."

You raised your brow slightly at what you just learned, admitting in all honesty that you were feeling a little shocked from what you learned. Debbie and Olivia excused themselves off to the kitchen to put away the casserole, leaving the four of you alone. You weren't the type of person who judged others on what they did in the bedroom. Mostly because you didn't want to hear about the personal details of someone's sex life. Yet, for some odd reason you couldn't shake off the idea of them having an open relationship. On the outside they might have looked like any other vanilla couple, but behind closed doors the idea of being someone that wasn't their partner got them off. Whatever made them happy, you thought to yourself.

“Frigging suburbs, man.” Dean muttered.

“So she’s not a witch.” Cas said. He seemed to understand that Debbie would have no reason to murder her husband for sleeping with another woman, because he wasn’t being unfaithful.

“Just the best wife ever.” The older Winchester whispered.

You quickly looked over at the man when you caught what he just said. You narrowed your eyes on him as you crossed your arms over your chest. “You’d want something like that?”

"Yeah." Dean said. Your expression shifted slightly into an angered one from his honestly as you opened your mouth to tell him about how much of a pervert he was. But it went into a direction you should have seen coming. Either he was covering his tracks, or he was just a smooth talker. "If we were married to other people and I got to spend some time with you. Makes things more exciting."

You rolled your eyes and moved your direction from the man, refraining yourself from making a remark like you wanted. "If she didn't kill her husband, then what did?"

“Who gives a s—”

“Language.”

You managed to cut off Dean before he could slip an unnecessary word into the conversation that you didn't like to hear, even though you weren't a stranger to using colorful enhancements when the time called for it. He gave you a slightly annoyed look from your behavior, you ignored it and turned your attention over to Debbie. You gave the woman a sympathetic smile and gave her your condolences for the loss. All four of you excused yourselves out of the house to let the two women grieve over their loss and head back to the motel to figure out what killed Gary. If it wasn’t a scorned lover, then what was it?

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