#and i get flung back into area 51

[mimicakes]

monsters vs. aliens is insane because it's the only franchise i can have dreams about consistently. last night i had a dream where i was dating dr. cockroach, and we had to do some world saving stuff a la status quo. at one point we had to split up but before we did we shared a long hug (win. i got to feel his spindly warmth. CUTE) and then i pinched his ass. twice. lol

[katb357]

Sicktember 20: “Can You be Brave for Me?”

H. Stanley/M. Stoker/Emergency!

Thank you to my awesome writing partner Xav for the RP!

If there was anything Cap hated, it was an arson fire… and chemical fires were the worst. This one had been bad, but it was mostly out now, and they were on mop up. He was carefully poking around what was left of the structure--an old warehouse--doing an initial investigation for the battalion chief. Too late Cap saw a small crate with some wires attached just as it began to sizzle. The odd thing was, it did not explode but white smoke floated all over the room. He turned to head out of the area, and everything went black.

He opened his eyes in the smoky room lying on his back and felt very dizzy and confused. Even his mask wasn’t helping much. Whatever was in the smoke must be very powerful. If he didn’t get out of that room soon, he might not get out at all…

It was Roy who found Cap. They’d been looking for him for a while, since he’d disappeared during the cleanup. Finally, Roy saw him lying on the floor in a small room at the back of the structure. “Johnny! I got him! Bring the biophone and drug box!” he shouted as he moved to Cap’s side and knelt beside him. He checked his airway and pulse and noted that his respirator was broken.

 Uncharacteristically, Cap pulled away from Roy, his eyes wide with fear. Trembling, he tried to yank his wrist out of Roy’s hand. The only thing that kept him from bolting outright was the fact that he had taken in too much smoke, and he was too weak to move at the moment. Most of the smoke had dissipated by the time Roy had arrived.

Johnny came running, his hands full with their equipment. He found Roy kneeling over Cap, trying to calm him.

 “Hey, Cap. It’s just me. You gotta let me get oxygen on you!” He glanced at Johnny, worry in his eyes. “I don’t know what’s up. Can you help me get him to settle down?”

John took his position on Cap’s other side. “Hey, Cap. You gotta calm down now. We’re tryin’ to help you.” 

Cap swung his head back and forth between the two of them. “Leave me alone. Go away!’ His eyes were wild with a nearly unreasoning fear. He batted at Roy any time he tried to touch him.

“Get on the horn to Rampart,” Roy instructed Johnny. “I can’t get his vitals, but his pulse is racing, and his pupils are unequal and dilated. His respirator was broken. He must’ve been exposed to somethin’.”

John picked up the biophone and made the call. “Rampart, this is 51’s. We have a Code I. Be advised, it is Captain Stanley. Victim is uncooperative and combative, and we can’t get vitals or get him on oxygen at this time.” He went on to relay what information he could. “Rampart, this is a chemical fire and his respirator was broken. We think he’s been exposed to something.”

Dr. Brackett advised oxygen as soon as they could. Also, an IV with D5W TKO and transport as soon as possible.

John sucked in a deep breath and then made his voice as soothing as he could. “Come on now, Hank. We don’t want to hurt you. We’re just trying to help you. Please stop fighting and let us help you, Hank.” He’d been trained in how to handle resisting patients, but right now, none of it was doing him any good. Somehow, Cap just didn’t recognize him. “Roy, we’d better get Mike over here.”

Roy nodded. “Well, go get him then.”

Johnny scrambled to fetch the engineer. “Mike, we need you. Something’s up with Cap and he isn’t letting us treat him.”

Mike frowned as he hurried along with John who filled him in as they walked. “I’ve known him for a lot longer than you guys. He’s my best friend. Maybe I can get him to cooperate. I’ll try.”

When they got there, Roy was trying again to get oxygen on Cap, with no success. Cap had pushed him back on his rear and flung the oxygen mask away. “Aw, Cap. Come on!”

Mike quietly knelt down next to Hank, near his head. “Hey, what’s all this? What’s wrong?”

Hank was quiet for a minute then looked over at Mike. “Scared, Mikey.”

“Of what? These guys are your friends. You know them real well.”

Hank shook his head. “They don’t look right. Scary.” He sounded more like a petulant child than a 38-year-old fire captain.

Johnny and Roy looked at one another, their foreheads wrinkling with concern, but they knew better than to interrupt Mike’s efforts.

Mike nodded. “Okay, so they look scary. I get that. Do you trust me?”

Slowly Hank nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do I look scary?”

“Kinda, but I know you.”

“Listen to me. We need to help you get better. Okay?”

Cap’s chin came up and the fearful look returned. “Dunno. Don’t like it.”

Mike looked over at John and Roy, unsure if he was saying the right things.

“A little bit of oxygen and the right meds, Cap, and you’ll be feelin’ good as new,” Roy said calmly and quietly. “But you gotta let us treat you. Mike’ll stay by you the whole time.”

Mike nodded. “Would it help if I put the oxygen mask on you?”

Cap scowled, then nodded. “Okay.” The job was quickly accomplished.

Next it was time for the IV. Roy darted a glance at Mike, uncertain how Cap would take it. “The doc wants us to give you some meds, Cap. I’ll need to give you an IV. Just a little poke.”

Cap shook his head adamantly. It was obvious that whatever he had been exposed to was still running rampant through his system.

Mike felt bad for his friend but knew he wasn’t really dealing with an adult at the moment. He leaned over and asked, “Look, can you be brave for me, Hank?”

Cap frowned. “I hafta have it?”

Mike nodded. “Yep. You do.”

He scrunched his eyes shut as tight as he could. “Okay.”

Roy had the IV line in as quickly as he could. He didn’t miss Cap’s wince, though, when the needle pierced the skin. “I’m almost done, Cap. You’re doin’ great.” He modulated his tone as if he were talking Chris or Jenny through something difficult but stopped short of promising an ice cream cone when it was all over.

Marco poked his head in just then. “Clean up’s about finished. How’s Cap?

Roy looked up at the lineman. “He’s doin’ better. I think he’ll be just fine once all this junk is out of his system… whatever it is. Once he’s on the way to Rampart, we should try to figure out what hit him.” His glance turned to Mike. “Sure wish you didn’t have to drive the rig. You’d be a big help in the ambulance with us.”

“I’ll get over there as soon as I can. I would bet the shift will be on stand-down because of this anyway.”

“Yeah. Just help me get him packaged and prepare him to go with me, OK?” Roy lay a hand on Cap’s shoulder. “You doin’ OK there, Cap?”

Cap cringed and pulled away, but his movement was nowhere near as violent as before. His eyelids were beginning to droop a little. Being on high alert as he had been was exhausting. “I think he’ll be fine,” John said. “His color’s a bit better already.”

They got Cap ready to transport and Mike reassured him he would be over to see him soon. Whatever had affected him seemed to be leaving his system because the fear was easing, which made it easier on John and Roy.

Once the ambulance arrived, they got him on the gurney and into the vehicle. Roy climbed in after him and had a seat on the bench. He sure hoped the toxin wouldn’t have any long-lasting effects. At least the worst of it was easing off now. “All right, Cap. We’re on the way. You’ll be all better in no time.”

Again, Cap scrunched up his eyes, as if he were frightened by his surroundings and stayed that way nearly the entire ride to Rampart. The fear was easing, but it wasn’t gone entirely. He said nothing to Roy at all.

Roy, meanwhile, kept up a soothing monologue. He talked about how Emily would be coming to see Cap at the hospital… how he’d probably have a shift or two off… anything he could think of to set Cap at ease. The ride to Rampart, thankfully, wasn’t more than about ten minutes. Soon, the ambulance was parking and the back doors swinging open. Dr. Brackett and Dixie were there to meet them. “All right, Cap. We’re here,” Roy said. “Doc’s gonna take a look at you. You know the doc. Dixie too. You’ll be fine.”

If he hadn’t been strapped to the gurney, Cap might have bolted outright, but he had no choice but to stay put, so he kept his eyes scrunched up and tried to ignore everyone and everything around him. Deep inside, he sure hoped the docs could give him something to stop this stupid reaction. He hated it.

“He’s real confused, Doc,” Roy said as he climbed out of the ambulance. “But he’s better than he was at first. Still, I don’t think he recognizes me yet.”

Very clearly, Cap replied, “You’re one of my twits.”

Dr. Brackett chuckled at that and winked at Roy. “Can’t argue with that, hose jockey.”

Roy just shook his head.

Cap relaxed a fraction. Maybe they could help him. Maybe…

The End

[6sakusa]

‘worth more’ part 2, oikawa tōru.

warnings : implications of a toxic relationship, triggering break up themes?, me not proof reading, angst

part 3

you peered down at your hands where a thin layer of ice was struggling to form due to the flashing sheets of cold droplets that bombarded your skin in every way possible. how long had you been here again? you were unsure. you could barely differentiate your own tears from the rain, the only thing that was keeping you grounded was the sliver of moonlight that had cracked through the clouds. not even the stars were in the sky tonight and this was the kind of darkness that could swallow you whole, both mentally and physically.

you had been reminiscing on the time you’d spent with oikawa, as both his bestfriend and his girlfriend in an unforgiving loop. was this really it? was it all over? if you had known things would turn out like this then the day you realised how truly and utterly in love you were with the setter then maybe just maybe you would’ve been selfless for once and said no.

—

“what do you think is out there y/n-chan?” your lips curved into an unwilling smile, you couldn’t help it, not when you were around oikawa and he was once again babbling about one of his conspiracy theories. he’d always been a strong believer in aliens and area 51 and you couldn’t help but marvel at how adorable he was. the two of you had snuck out to the park after he woke you up at 2am begging you to come and watch the meteorite shower with him since iwaizumi had refused to get out of bed.

“i think there’s a lot of things out there that we don’t know of and we probably never will, i guess it’s scary in some sort of way, there could be a whole species that we have no clue about, but it’s also comforting to know we aren’t alone in this universe.”

oikawa was slightly taken aback by your answer, he’d expected you to tease him and maybe laugh while he would pout and try to defend his point. but instead you hadn’t spared him a glance even after all those words, he could see how infatuated you were with the sight before you. the night sky ablaze with brilliant blues and pinks which soared through the universe leaving a white fiery tail in its wake. the world had never been as enchanting as it was in this moment and neither had you.

he cursed himself for only noticing it now, the way your eyes widened and the beauty of nature reflected through them, the way your eyelashes looked so much more exaggerated with the shadow caused by the light spectacle from the heavens, the way your lips separated when you spoke about your interests, and the way you were so attentive when it came to his. it was all art, and the best moment of his life. yes, he truly was cursing himself for only now realising that he was so deeply in love with you.

“so you do believe in aliens?” he proped himself up on his elbows and turned to face you with his signature smirk, however you could tell that something had shifted in the atmosphere, something unfamiliar but welcoming. “i’m just saying there’s a probability.” you flicked his forehead causing the both of you to break out in a chuckle, everything had always been so easy between the two of you, it was natural.

there was something about being here now, with you by his side that made him invincible. if there was anything he wanted to ask the heavens for he knew now was the time to proclaim his wishes, he could feel the magic in the air tonight.

“you know y/n-chan, this meteorite shower has made me feel like i can do anything.” he stood admiring the sight before him as he knew it was a once in a lifetime event. you watched as he raised his hand to the air, your eyes followed his fingers which landed on the ball of silver that resided in the sky.

“i want to be the absolute best setter.” hope flooded his eyes and enthusiasm leaked out of his demanour. “so i’m going to do something no one else can do, one day i’m gonna set the moon.” he smiled with pride and you couldn’t help but adore him in that moment.

oikawa toru would set the moon one day, and you would do anything to be by his side to see it.

—

“y/n.” you heard the echo of a voice, so distant but so close, if you were any further in your own mind you wouldn’t have been able to decipher your own name. “hey y/n.” you felt a hand on your shoulder shake you back to your bitter reality. that meteorite shower had happened over a year ago and you would do anything to go back to that day, just one last time.

“iwaizumi.” you breathed out, moving your eyes to lock with that of the ace, you could see the worry laced in his features as his nose contoured while he evaluated your state. “you’re freezing.” he put a hand on your cheek, hissing at how the ice bit him back. he scrambled to take his coat off draping it over you in less than a second, of course he would, in his mind he was just looking after his bestfriends girl. you wondered if anything would change between you and iwaizumi once he learned about the outburst between you and oikawa a couple hours prior.

“what are you doing out here?” he began zipping up his jacket, doing everything in his power to stop you from falling ill but even he knew you were past that point. the way you were drenched and rain and your fingertips were so cold to the touch there was no doubt that you would wake up with an almost deadly cold the next morning and he was ready to beat himself up for not arriving to the scene sooner.

“i don’t know.” you whispered, even if you wanted to, you didn’t have the lung capacity to speak at a steady tone and the lump returning to your throat wasn’t making it any easier. “where’s oikawa? he never went home, i bet that bastard is still practicing.” he clicked his tongue ready to scold his bestfriend for overworking himself, and even more so for doing it to the point where he wasn’t aware that you were out here on the brink of freezing to death.

but at the mention of your ex-boyfriends name you couldn’t help but break down into tears once again, your heart only shattering further and your breathing becoming more frantic. “y/n? what’s wrong? why are you cr-“ then it hit him. of course oikawa was the reason that you were out here, staring out into some kind of void under the fury of tonight's weather. it seemed that you had the same idea that he had, only you had just thought of it first. there was a reason the setter had been radio silent on all forms of social media after school today, because he was in school overworking himself exactly as iwaizumi presumed. and there was no doubt you caught him in a bad mood, the ace shivered as he imagined the cruel words that oikawa had likely flung your way, he knew how mean the man could be when he was unhappy with himself.

“come on, come with me let me take you home.” he reached out to you, steadying you to your feet as the two of you began walking towards the direction of your house. even though he was being cautious with his words he couldn’t help but be extremely taken aback by the way your clothes were dripping onto the concrete floor. just how long had you been out here for? it had to be more than an hour, maybe even hours. he couldn’t imagine the mess you would leave behind as you trailed towards your bedroom. hopefully your parents wouldn’t penalise you for it once they had realised just the kind of state you were in. afterall it wasn’t your fault, it was his own and his shitty bestfriend’s fault. how could the two of them both not not come to your rescue sooner? he felt like a complete and utter idiot.

he waited for a moment outside of your house, watching the way you stopped in the doorway turning to him with nothing but sadness in your eyes and voice. “thank you, iwaizumi.” he smiled in return. he didn’t think you should be thanking him for human decency but nevertheless he bowed slightly before dashing off to the gym where he didn’t doubt oikawa would still be.

and when he got there he would make him answer for himself.

[hailbop1701]

ReaperXFemaleReader

Doom: To Hell And Back

Chapter 1: Leave is Canceled

Hi everyone! I've been thinking about this for some time and I finally decided to do it. This is my first fanfiction in years and my very first reader insert. I hope this does Doom justice I truly do.

“In the year 2026 archaeologists working in the Nevada desert discovered a portal to an ancient city on Mars. They called this portal the Ark. 20 years later we’re still struggling to understand why it was built and what happened to the civilization that built it. “

A shrill beeping broke the silence of the room. Groaning you swatted at your night side table looking for the object of your extreme annoyance. Which you undoubtedly flung to the floor; hissing you peeled your eyes open and rolled half your body off the bed to look for your damn phone. Picking it up you jabbed the green button and put the device to your ear. 

“H’lo” you cringed slightly at the sound of your own voice. You immediately stiffened at the sound of your commanding officer's voice.  “ Yes sir, no sir. I’ll be at the strip in an hour sir.” 

You sat up and hissed at the sudden altitude, sighing you look at the time and flipped your blankets up. Moving around your room in the semi-dark was almost routine by now. The only light was a red blinking open sign from the dive bar below you; it seeped through your blinds like a bad omen. Dressing quickly you scanned the room and grabbed your phone and keys. 

Rushing out the door you passed by the bar owner. You gave him a courteous wave before hopping on your bike. The man grunted at you and examined your ass; as he always does. Sighing and rolling your eyes you revved the engine and were off to base. You were in RRTS unit 4, which is based in Washington State. 

It took very little time to drive up the coast; slowing down to a stop at the heavily guarded gated entrance you balanced your bike and gave a smile to the guard. “Hey Mike,” you said lifting your helmet visor.  “Hey (Y/N), I thought you were on leave?” came the voice of a kind rotund man. You gave a sad sigh, “Oh you know; I love my job so much I just couldn’t stay away.” you said with a laugh.

Mike snorted and shook his head; he pulled a retinal scanner from his belt and held it up to your eye. After a moment the little machine whirled and gave a happy beep of approval. The gate to the bridge slid open and you flicked your visor down again. “Tell Mina I said hello! Oh and that I hope she aced that Chem exam!” you called out over your bike’s engine. Mike grinned and gave a slight wave in response. You then sped across the three-mile-long bridge to the man-made island that housed your unit. Parking close to your barracks, you hop off your bike and take the stairs two at a time. Pulling off your helmet, you tug the door open and walk straight into your commanding officer. 

Gunnery Sergeant Edward Cayden call sign Hunter. “Oof, Jesus Hunt. Hi.” you said rubbing your nose. “(Y/N), my girl, right on time! Come on I have a debrief for you.” he said with a lopsided smile. The man turned and you followed him relaxed as can be. “What’s going on Hunt?” you asked closing his office door.  Hunter sat down at his desk and plugged in a data chip. 

“Union Aerospace has requested assistance to contain a Level 5 breach at their Olduvai facility.” 

“This is Dr. Carmack, Classified Research, Olduvai, ID 6627. We’ve had a level 5 breach. Implement quarantine procedures immediately. I repeat. This is Dr. Carmack, Classified Research. Olduvai, ID 6627. We’ve had a level 5 breach. Implement quarantine procedures now.” 

“Gunnery Sergeant Mahonin requested a specialist medic. One who has been in the shit and one who can handle their weapon. He requested you by name (Y/N); and I guess it helps you have experience in quarantine situations. And all those fancy medals." Hunter said with a proud smile. You roll your eyes but return the smile. “Careful your face is gonna split in two, old man.” 

Hunted scowled, “I’m not old.” 

You snorted and moved toward the door, “(Y/N)” you looked over your shoulder with a raised eyebrow. Hunter frowned, “Be careful kid. I got a bad feeling about this one.”  he said and you give him a grin. “When am I not careful?” 

The man sighs and shakes his head as she leaves his office to grab her gear. Tapping his desk with his knuckle, Hunter calls up Mahonin. “She’s on her way.” 

“Good. We’ll rendezvous in Nevada; thanks again Ed for lending her out.” came a terse reply. “She better come back in the same-” Hunter was cut off by a laugh. “If she is as you described’ there won’t be a problem. Mahonin out.” the line went dead. The feeling in the pit of his stomach became more pronounced.

It took a solid hour for the transport to land at area 51. You checked and double-checked your gear. Medkits, ammo, testing kits, knife, belt knife, boot knife, rifle, handgun. You shifted in your seat, your vest perfectly tight around your ribs. You pressed your thumb into the scanner of your rifle, 

“ RRTS Special Ops clearance Verified. Handle ID: Crow” 

Smirking you glance down at the black tattoo on your wrist. “Pray for war,” you whisper as the transport touched down. Sliding the door open you look over to see another transport dropping down. Grabbing your pack you head toward the facility entrance to wait. Eight men exited the chopper and jogged toward you. You were already getting some looks; moving forward a few steps to meet a rather large man in the center. He held out a hand towards you, “ Sergeant (Y/L/N), good to finally meet you. I’m Gunnery Sergeant Mahonin. Call me Sarge.” you nod and shake the man’s hand. Sarge turned toward his men and waved a hand toward each one “ We’ve got Mac, Goat, Destroyer, Portman, Duke, Reaper, and the Kid.” 

You nod at them all and waited as Sarge continued, “Men this is Crow our borrowed Medic and quarantine expert. She comes from RRTS Unit 4.” 

Portman leered at you and licked his lips. You rolled your eyes and glanced over your shoulder as the elevator began to rise from the sand. “Move in,” Sarge commanded and all nine of you crammed into the elevator. “Hey, Sarge I thought Reaper was our medic? Not that I’m complaining.” Duke asked sending you a charming smile. 

“Just because I have an understanding of first aid, doesn’t make me a medic.” Reaper said lowly. That’s when you suddenly feel fingers dance across your ass, gritting your teeth you expertly grab the hand and twist it so it was at an odd angle. Portman cried out in pain. “Listen, Portman was it? I’m only going to say this once. Touch me again, and I’ll make it look like natural causes. Am I clear?” 

Portman yelped when he didn’t answer as you brought a finger to a pressure point in his wrist. “Am. I. Clear?” you asked again slowly. The elevator was quiet and watching with amusement. “Crystal.” Portman gasped and you let him go. Portman held his hand to his chest and glared at you.  Sarge gave you a once over and nodded his approval; he didn't have the time or patience to hold hands. He seemed happy that you could take care of yourself.

“I think I’m in love,” Duke said with a grin, you rolled your eyes and faced front again with a smirk. Destroyer’s laugh boomed in the small space and Reaper’s lip twitched upwards into a ghost of a smile. The elevator slowed and came to a stop, the Ark was dead ahead. Hunter’s bad feeling fluttered in your own stomach now. 

@thottiewithashotgun

@dw-writes

[staylavendertea]

ya head canons cause my brain won’t leave me alone

billy is low key a skater boy - he skateboards 🛹🛹 converse high tops, ripped black jeans with bandaids on his knees, and oversized stolen boyfriend jean jackets rolled sleeves god yes he skates 🛹🛹 he and tommy will team up just to be bastards for like ten minutes and do that synchronized talking just to both annoy and creep the hell out of eli and kate

tommy is a rollerskater - and roller blades - the twins are skaters, he totally would have been a roller derby kid i tell you, also quoting everything he hears on the internet “what are you doing out here with all that ass double checked up on a thursday afternoon hella ass” “tommy that’s just a fat pigeon stOP” and even tho he did have a hard time for a while to open up to everyone and be emotional in front of the people he loves, with the help of everyone, he’s slowly learning he can confine in people and have relationships and bonds and that enough is to make me cry at night, i love thomas shepherd and his character so much

kate is always hung over, even when she isn’t - sunglasses on, looking like every day is too much for her head to handle especially with all these dumbass clumsy boys she gotta deal with, just let her chill with cassie at lakes and look at fireflies, but that lake better have good service so she can text billy the first scoop on that celebrity goosip - they’ve been following this shit for weeks, phone service don’t let her down now

teddy is an artist, sketching like always ya know, usually billy ends up unconsciously being most of the drawings, but his favorites to use is watercolor, pretty flat colors and making his friends look all blushy in drawings, the group doesn’t believe him when he says that they’re all cute so he’s made it his life goal to keep complimenting him cause he’s the nicest boy alive - a stranger calls bee cute, teddy will nod and agree because truetrue, but will send a semi threatening death glare

nate is like the teenager that will go on walks by himself and end up stumbling upon abandoned and creepy places and then either like billy/eli/or cassie ends up getting a call at one in the morning because he got either kinda lost or kinda stuck and the gang needs to come get him - he and eli probably have matching jojo clothing merch but eli is a repressed nerd so rip nate who just wants to have matching jojo sweatpants when they go work out together

eli may or may not have done the jojo pose trend of anime characters in the studio he does his boxing and martial arts, katie and cassie may or may not both of saved the video, eli is actually a total repressed nerd but won’t admit it and tommy can totally see it, nate can also see it, why do you think these three argue so much - nate just wants to be anime buddies i tell you - eli is someone who feels very strongly about injustice and gets emotional when all his friends back him up when he speaks out about it - please i need to see eli bradley in more comic books, give him and tommy the fame they deserve

cassie went to the broug and got herself some frogs - not only do i not know if i’m spelling that right or what it is, i just saw the tik tok and the cassie energy was too strong, she likes froggies and makes those tiny moss environments in jars and she likes to chill in nature and steal nate’s flannels and when her, katie, and billy are hanging out, cassie and billy will be gushing about boyfriends ya know with katie making gagging noises in the background

david is that dude that can just read people but is also like really chill about it “like yeah i totally just did a mental psychoanalysis on you just by who your kins are, but i know that you get kinda guarded about it so i won’t say anything because i love and respect you” i love david a lot okay, - he’s also resident technology please make work or i need you to look at this video or photo and prove this shit guy - he’s fixed poor nate has somehow flung this thing across the room like four times now phone on more occasions then he can count but he’s pretty chill about it

noh-varr is a non binary asexual dork that likes aliens and video games, he has a jacket that’s green and has a human getting picked up by a ufo that only says “fuck this. i’m out.” 🛸🛸 and him and katie have given poor mom of the group teddy a heart attack on more than one occasion being deadass serious about storming area 51

america has got her hat on backwards and is ready to fucking party and to mess around with her friends, the best part of her day is to get stuck in abandoned places and flirt with katie, her and noh varr go randonauting like every other day and get so lost, then her and the chaotic twins team up to be mischievous little bastards, her and teddy did pride and racial injustice movement graffiti that one time and she really just here to be the most badass around and protect their group and also like the whole world

(an extra billy one cause i relate to him on an emotional level)

billy is a film kid, like in a non powers au, he’s the dude that literally does all film related classes and is gonna be a film major and the best sfx make up artist, knows all movies/quotes/and endings - he’s the kid that knows the sfx stuff too well, he will liquid latex and cotton ball zombie your ass up if you let him to - you can’t tell me that his favorite genre of movies is horror monster and aliens, but also those pretty aesthetic romance ones that take place in country side france in small towns

these dorks also totally go to abandoned places for adventures (most of them stumbled accidentally upon by nate) and just have fun ya know

these are the most brain forth ones atm, i definitely have more, and will be adding most of these to the young avengers fics i’m working on, but please do add your own !! these dork teens are currently my everything

[thebiasrekkers]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Graphic depiction of torture, graphic physical violence, captured/kidnapping, major character death

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 5,133

Tag List: @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali​, @shrimpmsg​​,

AN: And it all goes downhill from here, Ladies...

Chapter 51: Begin

“I can’t stand you crying. I want to cry instead, although I can’t.”

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Seoul – Samseong; Gangnam District South Korea

9:45 AM

Jungkook was three steps from heading to the insane asylum.

One step represented each day that he hadn’t been able to track Eden down.

He barely heard the words of comfort that Jimin was giving him. He knew that it had something to do with it not being his fault, but how could it not have been? He hadn’t heard from his wife in three days, assuming she got wrapped up with family affairs and was too busy to check in on the first day. The second day had him concerned that she’d gotten hurt. By the third day, Jungkook was at his wit’s end.

Only to find out that she’d been snatched up before she ever got the chance to leave for Daegu. He shouldn’t have put her second to his job. He shouldn’t have let her leave their house to go to the train station alone.

He shouldn’t have let this happen.

The image of Eden’s beaten form in the video clip was branded across the forefront of his mind. Hoseok was angry, determined to track down the Jade Fang members who’d done this. Jungkook was angry that they were still part of the equation. They should have been eliminated years ago.

It wasn’t like they weren’t aware of what Im Changkyun was capable of. They’d seen the vicious things he’d done while they were Jade Fang members themselves. He didn’t think it was necessary to attend district meetings, feeling the rest of the bosses were beneath his standards of proper mafia leadership. Hoseok was his only equal and it appeared that he continued to see him as such.

Divine Intervention prevented Jungkook from leaving the house that night and storming the stronghold of the Jade Fangs alone. He would have burned every single one of their businesses down; he was determined to do so. Jimin escorted him home that night and there was a parcel waiting at home for Jungkook. His brother made him a drink and when Jungkook opened the package, he collapsed on the floor and cried until he could barely breathe.

It was a gift Eden prepared for him for his birthday – a handmade model of his dream car. Seated in the car were miniature figures of Eden and himself. He didn’t remember passing out. He didn’t remember Jimin tucking a blanket over him. He could only remember Eden’s face, smiling as they shared breakfast together the morning she was taken.

“Jungkook-ah,” called Jimin, pulling Jungkook out of his inner musings. There was concern painted over his brother’s face and he took a breath, waiting for him to continue. “I think we’ve covered everywhere here.”

Jungkook said nothing. Instead, he pulled out the small notebook he carried with him and scratched out Gangnam from the list. For two and a half days, they combed every single section of Gangnam they could. There was a part of him that knew that the Jade Fangs wouldn’t be so arrogant to hold her hostage in their former territory. But there was also a part of him that could reason Im Changkyun doing something so ridiculous as a form of “poetic justice” against them.

To him, the Golden Jackals never disbanded.

“What about the others?”

Jimin sighed, leaning against the driver’s side door of the car. “They’re hitting the other areas. Hoseok called in some favors from the other district bosses to let us through.”

All Jungkook did was nod. There was something off about this whole situation. Very off. There shouldn’t have been a single obstacle in the way of the other district heads when it came to taking over their territories. Yongsan and Gangnam were completely up for grabs; Hoseok said as much. Jungkook could only guess that Changkyun’s influence prevented them from stepping a single foot into their turf. He more than likely was determined to get Hoseok and the others back so they could do a mass district takeover.

“I don’t like that Tae Hyung went off by himself,” he suddenly said, meeting Jimin’s gaze.

“Yeah,” he replied softly, “I don’t either.”

Jungkook frowned. “He still hasn’t checked in yet?”

“No.”

He didn’t want to prod any further. Jimin was probably more worried about Taehyung than any of them. While it was unsurprising that he went off on his own, it was unlike him to not have checked in by now. Taehyung wasn’t a morning person, which was why they all knew that he hadn’t slept while he was on the hunt.

Then again, none of them were really sleeping.

A soft ache throbbed at Jungkook’s temple. He pressed a hand to his chest, taking a small amount of comfort in feeling his wedding band dangling from the necklace chain. He didn’t know how much longer he could handle not knowing what was happening with Eden.

“Hyung, I—”

“She’s fine, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin’s words sliced through his own, as if he’d already predicted what he was going to say. When he met his brother’s gaze, he saw the reassuring smile tinged with just a hint of worry. “If I know her, she’ll make them regret the day they decided to take her.”

“Not before I do.”

Suddenly, Jimin and Jungkook’s phones chimed simultaneously – indicating they received a message. Both looked at their phones immediately and Jungkook felt his heart rate escalate. It wasn’t a matter of him losing hope as seeing the message renewed his vigor.

It was from Taehyung.

Taehyung: I found her. She’s near Namyangju in Gyeonggi-do. Somewhere in the Industrial District. I’m heading back now.

Jungkook looked at Jimin the same time he did. Without uttering a word, they flung the doors open to the car and hopped in. Jimin fired up the engine and punched it, speeding out of Gangnam. Jungkook stared at his phone as more messages came through from the others. It didn’t take him long to figure out that they were closer to that location than everyone else. It was a half an hour drive, traffic willing.

They’d get there first.

10:17 AM

Namyangju – Gyeonggi Province South Korea

Jungkook felt like it took them a hundred years to get to their destination. With every mile marker they passed, it brought him one step closer to finding Eden. One step closer to bringing her home. He clung to the smallest shreds of his willpower not to scream at Jimin to drive faster. They didn’t need to get into any kind of accident before they reached her.

Jimin swung the car into an empty street, the desolate district eerie even in the morning light. Jungkook tumbled from the passenger side, all but tearing his seatbelt from his body in the process. Jimin called after him, but he paid him no mind. His legs ate up the ground as he ran headlong into the central area of the decrepit buildings.

No one lived in the abandoned sections of the province anymore, but the government hadn’t bothered with tearing it down. His hope began to dwindle, realizing just how expansive the district was. It would take them hours to find her at this rate.

Resisting the urge to scream, he slowed to a jogging pace before stopping altogether. Running around blindly without a single clue as to where to look would get him nowhere. They were just wasting time. There was even the chance that the group would up and relocate themselves before they could even have a chance at finding them.

Eden would be lost forever.

He heard Jimin run up behind him, clapping a hand to his shoulder. Jungkook did his best to tether his scattered thoughts, chasing away the worst possibilities from his mind. He needed to calm down and think.

“There were a few cars parked near the back,” he said after catching his breath, “we might need to go up top to get a better idea of where they might be.”

Jungkook nodded, pointing straight ahead. “I’ll head to that building down there. Text me if you find anything.”

Just as he was about to take off, Jimin grabbed him – halting his movements.

“No, we stick together.” Jungkook opened his mouth to protest, but Jimin’s glare quickly silenced him. “If something happens, we won’t be able to do anything alone. We’re stronger together.”

While he wanted to argue, he knew that his brother was right. Even if splitting up would help them cover more ground, there was a good chance that they wouldn’t have a way to defend themselves if they got caught in a sticky situation. Jungkook did his best to push down his mounting impulsivities. Charging in blindly was foolish and would most likely get them killed.

“Alright, Hyung,” Jungkook said, relenting, “let’s go together.”

Not wasting another moment, they tore off down the center of the district – eyes rapidly searching in every direction their necks would allow them to turn.

10:32 AM

Minutes crept by at a snail’s pace.

Jungkook did everything he could to keep his head together. There were too many horrifying images playing rapidly in his head, like a flipbook that ended in blood splatters. Jimin stayed at his side, matching his pace as well as his fervor. Every so often, they would stop to peek into various buildings. They climbed up to higher vantage points to get a better lay of the area, dipping off to resume their search.

Everything looked so dead from the inside out.

A scream tore through the vast emptiness, causing Jungkook to trip over his own feet and he came crashing to the ground. Jimin was immediately beside him, grabbing him by the arm and hoisting him back up. Jungkook’s heart pounded double-time in his chest; it hurt. A cold sweat broke out over his skin and he couldn’t stop his body from trembling, even though Jimin rubbed small circles on his back.

“E-Eden,” he barely managed to croak, his legs shaking to the point where it was difficult to stand. Jimin continued to hold him up. “That was her!”

The sound was close.

Jimin said nothing. He continued to guide them along the path, turning around corners until he heard his wife scream again. It was even closer. They were almost to her!

He felt his brother release the hold he had on him and Jungkook involuntarily sagged against the side of a building. He didn’t know where they were or how deep into the district they’d gone. Jimin’s expression was focused and if he was feeling any sort of turmoil, it never showed. Not once.

The building they were pressed against was yellowed from age and neglect. Numerous cracks ran along the sides and bits of paint were peeling back; some pieces flying away from even the slightest gust of wind. The window had a long crack running from an upward angle to the corner of the pane; dirty and smudged. Jimin wiped a hand across the bottom to get rid of the dirt so he could see inside. Jungkook sidled up beside him to peek in as well.

He could feel Jimin’s vice-like grip on his shoulder, pinning him in place. Jungkook’s vision blurred momentarily before regaining focus, zeroing in on the image of his wife strung up like some animal. There were a few lackeys around and appeared to be bored – as if they were waiting for something interesting to happen. Jungkook felt the muscle at his jaw throbbing viciously as he clenched his teeth, grinding them in anger.

He wanted a gun. He would have emptied a clip into every single one of them.

Jungkook tried to move, but Jimin wouldn’t let him go.

“Hyung!” came his harsh whisper, but Jimin shook his head roughly.

“Wait, Jungkook,” he hissed back, finally letting him go, “just wait.”

“I can’t, dammit!”

“You can and you will.” Jimin’s words were final. “We don’t even know what kind of weapons they have in there. If Changkyun’s willing to play dirty like this, there’s no guarantee that his men won’t fill us full of holes with guns they obtained illegally.”

Jungkook wanted to protest, but he knew that Jimin was right. They needed to assess the situation fully before making a move. If they ran in there blindly without understanding what they were up against, there was a chance that Eden would die in the crossfire.

“So what now?”

Jimin continued to look through the window and he could see the wheels in his head turning. Strategy was his strongest suit so Jungkook did his best to be as patient as possible. A handful of seconds passed before he turned to meet his gaze.

“I’m going to go in from the front.”

“What?!” Jungkook gave him an incredulous look. “That’s crazy. Are you crazy?!”

“Shut-up and listen to me.” Jimin turned to look back through the window. “I’m going to draw their attention to me. This window is loose so as soon as I get them to chase me, I want you to go in and grab Eden and then get the hell out of here.”

He didn’t like this plan.

“There’s ten of them, Hyung. Maybe more. You can’t outrun them all.”

Jimin grinned, still peering into the building. “I can try.”

Jungkook grabbed his shoulder. “Hyung!”

He felt his arm being yanked off abruptly, causing him to take a step back. Jimin cast an icy glare in his direction.

“Do what I say.”

He wanted to protest again. He wanted to tell him that this was suicide. They should wait for the others. Wouldn’t that have been the smart thing?

But if they waited too long, then they may miss their chance. The Jade Fangs could probably swarm them, call for more men, and then overtake them completely. Jungkook knew that the plan was the best option they had right now.

It didn’t mean he had to like it.

Without waiting for him to agree or even disagree, Jimin turned and ran down one side of the building. He rounded the corner and disappeared on the other side, leaving Jungkook alone to wait. There was a distinct feeling of dread sweeping over him, telling him that there was danger to watch out for. But wasn’t that obvious? Didn’t they understand that, knowingly showing up to this place?

This was unavoidable.

A loud bang rang out inside the large interior. Jungkook peered over the bottom of the window, craning his neck as best he could. Light flooded into the dark space as he watched Jimin’s shadow stretching along the floor. All the men inside turned around, grabbing what weapons they had near them to launch an assault. Jimin immediately dispatched one of the lackeys close to the door before turning to run away from the building. All but two gave chase.

Now!

Jungkook thrust the window open, causing it to break further from the force. He leaped in through the opening and charged forward. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction caused by his entrance, Jungkook barreled into the man closest to him – taking him down with a swift grappling throw. The man landed on his head; a distinct crack heard from his skull smacking into the concrete.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, a flash of silver, and he dodged at the last second. Whirling his body around, he jumped back with his arms extended out as another man tried to hit him with a metal bat. Jungkook bobbed and weaved out of the way, moving just out of reach at the last possible moment. Pivoting on his back leg, he waited for the man to try to swing at him again before catching the bat in his hand and pulling it toward him. The man slid on his heels, the distance closing rapidly. Jungkook aimed a kick straight for his stomach and sent him flying.

He brought the bat down over the man’s head for good measure.

With the two men unconscious, Jungkook swerved around and ran toward Eden. He did his best to avoid looking at her injuries, not wanting to distract himself from the most important task he had: freeing her. As he looked at her restraints, he did his best to concentrate on her face. She was semi-conscious, the noise bringing her out of whatever fugue state she was in.

“J-Jungkook-ah?” She coughed. “Y-You shouldn’t be here…”

“Shh,” he admonished, his eyes flicking over her bindings, “save your strength.”

His hands moved with lightning speed, fidgeting over the ropes and chains binding her as she hung from a large hook attached to the ceiling. When he finally managed to loosen the ropes, he lifted her up by her waist so he could untether her from the hook. Her arms dangled limply around his neck; the chains clamped around her wrists jingling together with the sudden movement.

Her body lacked the strength to keep herself upright and she nearly collapsed to the ground. Jungkook held fast to her, moving her arms over his head so he could undo the chains around her wrists. He could tell she’d lost weight and she seemed almost a shell of who he knew her to be. He focused on getting her to safety – choosing to smother his fury into the pit of his stomach.

“Go,” she whispered as he held onto her, “get out of here.” She coughed again. “Leave me.”

“Not a chance in hell,” he snapped, draping her arm over his shoulder as he held onto her waist, “now come on.”

Jungkook wouldn’t hear anymore of this nonsense, even if it was coming from the woman he loved. She was barefoot, but there wasn’t any glass on the ground. If she didn’t think she’d be able to walk, he’d carry her on his back and dare her to say otherwise.

Shuffling toward the entrance, he could hear men yelling in the distance. But it sounded like it was getting closer. Jimin was circling back, probably to make sure that they’d gotten out. If they could hold out a little longer, the others would come and then they could cause a big enough scene to get the hell out.

Just as he reached the entryway, he turned to make sure the two men he’d dealt with were still on the ground. Satisfied that they weren’t going to be getting up anytime soon, he turned back toward the exit.

A shadow moved from the corner. Eden saw it before he did. Jungkook shuffled to the left. He was half a step short.

The pain didn’t register at first. All he could focus on was Yoo Kihyun who was now directly in his path to freedom. It wasn’t until he saw the older man take a step forward that Jungkook took a step back. But not of his own freewill. He was forced to step back.

The knife in his gut pushed him to move.

Eden screamed but he barely heard it. Jungkook nearly dropped her, but his stubbornness wouldn’t allow her to fall. Not in front of him; her captor. A chilling smile painted over Kihyun’s face as he tilted his head, peering into Jungkook’s eyes. It was like he was asking him what his next move would be without having to say it out loud. For a split second, Jungkook’s vision blurred.

Releasing the hold he had on Eden’s arm, he grabbed a hold of the knife and pushed back – pulling the blade slowly from his gut. Kihyun blinked in surprise at him, watching as he drew the older man’s arm away from his body while still holding his wife fast to him. Again, Eden screamed, but this time she moved with whatever strength was left in her body – arms reaching out in a feral manner.

She scratched her nails across Kihyun’s face, forcing him to reach up and cover his cheek. Jungkook stepped forward, pulling the knife completely from his stomach, before spinning it in his blood-soaked fingers to grasp the blade’s handle. Kihyun stumbled backward a step and Jungkook quickly closed the distance, plunging the knife directly into his shoulder and aiming a kick to his knee. He waited for him to hit the dirt before pulling Eden quickly behind him.

He didn’t have to express the need for urgency.

They both disappeared into a nearby cluster of reeds.

10:45 AM

Blood wept from the side of Jimin’s head as he rounded the corner of a building. He held onto a rusty metal pipe, clutching it at his side. He knew one of his ribs were broken, if not two, and there was a good chance he very nearly sprained his ankle hopping over a broken-down car to avoid being clobbered with a length of chain. He quickly did a tally in his head, making a note that he was able to knock down four of the eight that were chasing him. Two of them he tripped up along their pursuit and the rest were now trying to comb the nearby streets in search of him.

Hearing Eden’s scream forced him to double back toward the building where he’d left Jungkook. It wasn’t the sound of agony. It was of outrage. Something must have happened. He needed to get back to them and quickly.

Jimin wiped some of the sweat and blood from his head, spitting at the ground. Once his heart calmed down, he tried to ascertain his whereabouts. Just two buildings over and he’d be right back where he’d started.

Come on, Park Jimin. Calm down and focus.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out, eyeing the screen. It was from Yoongi.

Yoongi: We’re almost there! Where are you guys? Give us a landmark!

Taking a moment to breathe, he turned his head in every direction to try and gauge a decent landmark for the others to follow. There was a cluster of blue barrels far away from the abandoned buildings, just toward the edge where a large field of reeds were. He quickly texted him back, letting him know the location.

He slid the phone back into his pocket, gripping the metal pipe in both hands. Now he just needed to get back to Jungkook who, he hoped, had Eden in tow.

His phone buzzed again; this time in succession. Someone was calling him.

Dipping into a nearby building, he hunkered down in a shadowed corner to look at the phone. It was Jungkook. He answered.

“Jungkook-ah?”

“H-Hyung…”

Jimin could tell something was wrong.

“Where are you?”

“T-The…the reeds…”

He had to refrain from cursing. There were reeds in every direction. He took a breath to calm his nerves.

“What else do you see around you?”

There was a pregnant pause and he wondered if something was happening with the call.

Jimin-ah?”

It was Eden. His heart practically jumped into his throat.

“Oh, thank God he got you out. Are you alright?”

“Never mind that. Jungkook’s hurt.”

He could hear the frantic tone in her voice. Jimin tried to smooth his voice out in a way that would help take the edge off for her.

“Okay, just breathe. Can you tell me where you guys are right now?”

“I can’t really see anything. The reeds are so thick.”

“Can you see any barrels around you?”

“Hold on.”

It was only a few seconds, but Jimin felt like he was losing years off his life as he waited for her to answer.

“I can see some blue ones. But they’re far away.”

He resisted the urge to smile. They weren’t that far from his current location.

“How far?”

“Several yards. They’re across that dirt path.”

“Okay, good.” His side screamed at him from the position he was in, but he ignored it. “I want you to meet me there, okay?”

It sounded like she was about to sob which unnerved him.

“Can’t you just come here? Jungkook’s hurt badly and I don’t have the strength to carry him.”

Jimin hissed quietly to himself. I told him to be careful… He took a breath. “Alright, I’ll come to you. I’ll be there soon.”

“Hurry!”

Ending the call, Jimin slipped out the back of the building and made his way around the next bend. Part of him wanted to throw the pipe off in a different direction, hoping the noise would distract others away from his path. But if they got flanked, he’d need a way to defend Eden, Jungkook, and himself. Especially if Jungkook was as hurt as Eden claimed he was.

This isn’t good, he thought, tearing through the back alleyway and heading up the side of the street to disappear into the thicket of reeds.

10:57 AM

Even though he knew he’d only traveled a few blocks, it felt like he’d been moving for miles. Each turn he made, Jimin thought he was getting more and more lost. Every so often, he’d turn his head to look over his shoulder and spy out the buildings – making sure that he was still on a straight path to the others. He heard some of the other men shouting at each other, trying to figure out where they’d gone, and each of these times, Jimin would pause so that he didn’t give away his position.

Just as he was about to resume his search, he heard a distinct shuffling sound off to his right. It was close.

“J-Jimin-ah? Is that you?”

It was Eden. She sounded exhausted and halfway to the underworld, but it was her. Jimin quickly darted in the direction of her voice, parting the reeds in front of him as he went.

A lump of ice dropped in his stomach at what he saw.

There, cradled in her arms, was Jungkook. A large blood stain blossomed from his shirt and he saw Eden pressing his jacket to his stomach and putting pressure on the injury. She was crying, doing her best to keep her sobs nonexistent so they didn’t alert the others of where they were. She looked up, relief and despair battling for dominance over her features. Jimin dropped the pipe in his hands, his legs slowly carrying him toward Jungkook just as he spit up blood from his mouth.

“J-Jungkook-ah,” he stammered, collapsing to his knees.

Despite the obvious pain he was in, Jungkook flashed him a smile full of blood-stained teeth. “H-Hyung,” he managed to get out, albeit garbled from a mouthful of blood, “what took you so long?”

Jimin didn’t have the energy to snap back. He felt like part of his soul just left him completely. His eyes roved over Jungkook’s body, trying to figure out the cause of his brother’s current state. He lifted his gaze to meet Eden’s.

“What happened?”

“It was Kihyun,” she said weakly while brushing some of the fringe off of Jungkook’s forehead, “he came out of nowhere and—”

“That doesn’t matter,” Jungkook interjected, causing them both to focus on him, “Hyung, get her out of here.”

Another piece of his soul was pulled away.

“W-What?”

Eden shifted him in her arms, clinging to him in desperation. “I’m not leaving you!”

“Yes, you are.” Jungkook reached up to his neck, grabbing the necklace and popping it off in one quick motion. He smeared blood over his skin and clothes, holding it up for Eden. “Take it and go.”

She emphatically shook her head and Jimin could tell that even doing this was zapping her of what strength she had left.

“You bastard,” she muttered, curling her fingers into the fabric of his jacket, “how can you expect me to leave you? Huh?” Eden lowered herself, pulling him against her body to hug him close. “Till death do us part, remember?”

Jungkook did his best to wrap an arm around her, coughing more blood out and staining her shirt. “…and this…is where…we part.”

Eden shot back, looking down at Jungkook as tears streamed down her face, dripping onto his cheeks.

“J-Jungkook,” she stammered, her bottom lip trembling as her voice shook.

Again, he smiled up at her. “I love you, Eden.” He grabbed her hand and placed the necklace inside her palm, closing her fingers over it. “If…if I’m reborn, let me love you in the next life too, okay?”

Jimin could hear his own heart shattering in his chest.

“Hyung…take her and go.”

“But Jungkook-ah—”

“Please.”

Tears leaked out of Jimin’s eyes. It took everything he had, but he stood up and crossed over to where Eden was. She continued to hold onto her husband, refusing to let go even as Jimin tried to pull her up and onto her feet. She fought him but even she knew that she didn’t have the strength to keep it up. Jimin held her against him and they both gazed at the satisfied and peaceful expression on Jungkook’s face. He nodded to them, mouthing for them to go.

Jimin turned, hauling Eden with him as she wailed silently into the crook of his shoulder.

I’ll come back for you, Jungkook. I won’t leave you alone out here...

11:05 AM

He knew that it was only a few minutes since he watched Eden and his brother leave. In those few minutes, Jungkook believed it was several lifetimes. In those few minutes, he thought back to everything that led to this very moment. All the choices he’d made, the road he’d traveled, and the people he’d traveled on that road with along the way.

He regretted nothing up until that moment.

The only thing he knew he would have to repent for would be leaving his beautiful wife behind alone. They’d had a few chapters written in their life together, but they were pages filled with hopes and dreams for an uncertain future. Life never gave guarantees. The only certainty for life was death. It was the same for everyone.

The sun was reaching its peak over the skies. There were very little clouds littering the pale blue blanket above him and he wasn’t sure if it was the bright light that was making it difficult to see or something else. Jungkook lost feeling to the lower half of his body nearly two minutes earlier.

Again, he coughed and more blood sprayed from his mouth. Tears brimmed his eyes, slipping from the corners to seep into his ears.

My brothers…

Jungkook could feel his eyelids growing a little heavier with each passing second, but he forced them to stay open.

Eden…

But the darkness began to creep around the corners of his vision, blurring out the light until it was a faint glow in his line of sight.

He wanted to keep feeling the warmth of the sun on his face until the very end.

…until we meet again.

[hqxreader]

I'm so excited about your requests! Okay, here it goes (if you feel comfortable doing it, of course): headcanons about Oikawa having a really bad practice and feeling so inferior, but he tries to hide it, but the manager (who has a crush on him) knows how he truly feels and offers to comfort him (and maybe Oikawa realizes he likes the manager too after that?

Thank you! I have you to thank for all of this happening. Oikawa is such a complicated character (in a good way) and one of my top 3 favorites.

Now Ele. I am so, so sorry. This is utter and complete trash. I would type, and then stare. Type some more, and then just stare. I had an idea of what I wanted but sadly words just don’t go poof onto paper (or screen I should say). I wrote one scenario but that had more of the inferiority than the comfort, and this one has more comfort you can say than the inferiority. And I don’t like the way he realizes his feelings and just sbfiejnfosd UGH. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.

Enjoy this trash of our favorite Trashykawa 💕

Forget Me Not

Warnings: Um.. none really. Fluff and a pinch of angst, if that

Oikawa Tooru

- When you started the manager job for the volleyball team, you had intended for it to be something to help make friends, keep you busy in your spare time, and you’d get able to show your love for volleyball and have some fun while doing so. What you hadn’t planned was to grow a crush on the ever so popular volleyball team captain Oikawa Tooru. 

- You were able to keep it under control, nothing like those wild fangirls you had to keep out during practice.

- One afternoon Aoba Johsai had a practice match against Shiratorizawa and let’s just say it wasn’t too pretty. 

*Cue “you should’ve come to shiratorizawa” from ushiwaka*

- Forget those.. Meanies. 

- The whole team is angry over the loss, but Oikawa is standing tall and composed as a captain should be. 

- After a talk from both the coach and captain, the team made their way into the locker rooms to change. 

- Once they came back out, you could tell Oikawa was hiding behind his fake facade, smiling and and joking around, but his eyes told a whole different story, hurt and anger swirling around.

- You offered Oikawa to come over to your house for a little while to relax and cool down after today’s match and he gave you a little bit of a ‘what are you up to’ face.

- “I have those face masks you like..” *gasp* “The foreign ones?!” “Yes, the ones from Korea.” “Sleepover at y/n-chan’s!!” yeah no it was just you and him, the whole team just watched and laughed at the whole conversation.

- Well now we’re having a spa night with Oikawa to help relax after our long stressful day, face masks on, wearing comfy clothes, and your favorite music playing, just vibing (did i use the term right gosh i’m 19 and i don’t know our own slang). 

-heh anyway- You and him sat cross legged on your bed in front of one another, just chatting about normal things, how school overall was, how Takeru was doing with his volleyball skills, how your family was, etc

- Now the ugly truth part

- “You know Oikawa, you can let your walls down around me, it wasn’t your fault about the game this afternoon.”

- Oikawa’s grin only grew at your comment, “Whatever could you mean y/n-chan?” you only frowned at his stubbornness, about to say something but of course the timer for the face masks went off right then.

- “Time to take the face masks off y/n-chan!~” 

- Well now that those are out of the way, you try talking to him again, “You know they probably set us up? Ushijima wants you to stress and get under your skin even more Oikawa, you shouldn’t, you’re an amazing player.” “Ushijima who? Not sure who you’re talking about y/n-chan. But did you know aliens...” 

- OK now you’re plain out frustrated at him. Remember that crush I mentioned in the beginning? And you know those wonderful things called rash decisions? Yes well they both kicked in.

- While Oikawa continued to ramble on about Area 51 Alien Sightings, you pressed your palms against his cheeks, closed your eyes, and kissed him.

- Was it a pretty kiss? No. Did it shut him up? Yes. 

- After a second or so you pulled away and you looked at each other for a few seconds before the warnings bells started going off in your head. 

- All the sirens and red lights are currently flashing (Like in Inside Out? haha ok sorry) and you practically flung yourself away from Oikawa, your tush falling off the bed and onto the floor

- If kissing him wasn’t embarrassing enough well here we are now, sitting on the floor, looking up at him as he stared down in shock, the gears in his head slowly turning as everything was going down.

- “You.. you kissed me..” “Did I? You know I..I think I heard my mom, I should-” “y/n.” 

- You now stood frozen in place as Oikawa got off the bed and stood a bit away from you, eyes narrow as he watched you. (i hate this line)

- He took a step towards you, “You kissed me” “Well I mean technically when two people put their lips together it’s called a kiss so.. Yes!” Another step forward, “But our kiss? Nah! Our kiss was nothing!” One more step forward, “We can just forget about it..” 

- Oikawa was right in front of you, and you stopped rambling and peering up (or maybe down! For all my tall folks out there) at him, heart pounding in your chest. 

- “What if I said I didn’t want to forget?” “Well, then I’d say it must be opposite day.” “Then I guess I don’t like you and I don’t want to kiss you.” “Okay great. Wait what-” 

- Well look who’s kissing who now (hint Oikawa kissed you) and after your moment of ‘holy shit!’ this kiss was a good one.

- After pulling away you heard a cough come from the doorway, both heads turning you saw your mom standing with her arms crossed.

- “See Oikawa! I knew I heard my mom!” “Oopsies~” 

- You’d never forget that kiss for sure.

-

[sheerfreesia007]

Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 62)

Title: Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 62)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 3,203

Warnings: Fluff, Best friends bonding, Cursing, Sisters bonding

Tags: @synystersilenceinblacknwhite​, @two-unbeatable-beaters​, @randomness501​, @sevvysaurus​, @paryl​, @talesfromtheguild​, @secretsihideinside​, @agingerindenial​, @mrschiltoncat​

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711​, @fioccodineveautunnale​, @phoenixhalliwell​

Author Notes: This was fun to right and more action packed than other chapters. Also I loved writing more for Charlotte and Rachel they’re the best girlfriends/sisters ever. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated! Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!

Gif Credit: Google

         You sat in the back seat of the town car with Tequila as it drove through the city streets. You leaned back in your seat and huffed softly, you couldn’t see a thing thanks to the blindfold that Tequila had demanded you put on in your apartment much to Jack’s amusement. Tequila had said that since you knew New York better than him now that he couldn’t chance you possibly knowing where he was taking you for your bachelorette party. So you had to don the blindfold.

         Jack had grinned brightly at you right before you put the blindfold over your eyes. He had even helped tie it around your head so that you couldn’t see anything. And just as he had finished tying it he had leant down to whisper in your ear.

         “Save the blindfold, maybe we’ll use you once you get back.” came his sultry whisper in your ear making you shiver with anticipation.

         “Alright! ‘Nough of that, save it for tonight.” Tequila called out and you grinned widely as your hand shot out to search for Jack’s. Which he gripped yours softly and pulled your hand up to his mouth to press a sweet kiss to your hand.

         “I’ll see you tonight when you get home. I love you.” Jack husked against your skin and you smiled brightly.

         “Love you too. See you later.” you responded before Tequila’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and guided you gently out of the apartment. 

         And now the two of you were sitting in the back of the town car silently as you tried not to fidget in your seat. You had tried to figure out which direction the car was traveling but that was foolish as since you didn’t have a starting point to use. Turning in your seat you face Tequila and smile softly trying to make yourself seem innocent.

         “Don’t even try it Cur.” Tequila says in the quiet space between you and you huff softly that makes him chuckle softly at you. “C’mon Cur, I did all this planning for today. I don’t want to spoil it for you and I wanna see surprise when you realize where we’re going.” You instantly feel guilty for wanting to find out what he had planned. Nodding your head you turn and sit back in your seat.

         “Alright.” you say softly and smile knowing that Tequila took pride in this and that whatever he had planned would be wonderful.

         “Thank you. So as it gets closer and closer are you nervous for the wedding? It’s only two weeks away.” Tequila asks warmly and you can hear the smile in his voice.

         “No, not nervous. More anxious to get it done already. I wanna be able to call him my husband already.” you respond softly and smile softly at the thought of being able to call Jack your husband finally.

         “Yeah I bet Cur. It’s been forever since you two started on this journey huh?” Tequila asked teasingly and you scoffed, shaking your head at him.

         “Just three years, Tequila. Forever is what we’re promising each other.” you said softly and grinned widely at your words.

         “Yur such a sap.” Tequila said chuckling softly at you. Huffing softly you shook your head as a small smile grazed over your lips. You sat back in your seat some more letting the motion of the car start to lull you into a sense of calm.

         It wasn’t long before you felt the car coming to stop and you sat up straighter against the seat. It truly hadn’t been that long of a car ride to get to your destination so you were quite curious to see where he had decided to take you. You heard the car door on Tequila’s side open and the sounds of busy New York filtered into the quiet car. 

         “How is she not screamin’ with excitement right now?!” called a familiar voice and you furrowed your eyebrows at that. That sounded like Charlotte.

         “She’s blindfolded you ninny. I didn’t want her figuring it out before we got here.” Tequila snipped out and you couldn’t hide your ever growing grin. Just then there was hurried movement in front of you and you felt the seat cushion dip.

         “Hey there darlin’. I’m gonna help ya out of the car now ok?” came another familiar soft voice and you smiled as you realized that it was Rachel. Soft hands held yours as you scooted across the seat towards the door. “Alright now swing your legs out.” Rachel instructed and you did as she said letting your feet come to rest on the pavement.

         “There she is!” came Charlotte’s happy voice from in front of you and you smiled in the direction the voice came from before you stood tall on your feet. “Alright take a step up and let Tequila take that dang blindfold off.” Charlotte cheered excitedly.

         You could feel Tequila’s hands untying the knot at the back of your head and your hands easily came up to catch the blindfold. Your eyes blinked rapidly as sunlight pierced them and you slowly let your vision clear before spotting Charlotte and Rachel standing in front of you with wide happy grins. Then you spotted the building behind them and felt your eyes widen. Spinning around you looked at Tequila with uncontained delight.

         “Area 51?!” you cheered excited and saw his wide happy grin. “Oh Tequila! Man after my own heart!” you squealed and flung yourself at him. He laughed loudly as he held you close in a tight hug.

         “Nuttin’ but the best for the best.” he retorted as he hugged you close to him. 

         “C’mon Future Mrs. Daniels. Let’s get our laser tag on!” Called Charlotte and you laughed brightly before turning back to the two women in front of you.

           Your group of four had been joined up with a larger group of eight and then two teams of six had been split up for the laser tag games. Charlotte and Rachel had been placed on the opposing team while you and Tequila were on the same team. Tequila crouched down behind some wooden pallets next to you and grinned wickedly as you peered around the cover to spot where Charlotte and Rachel were hiding.

         “Your knee doing alright?” Tequila asked lowly as he peaked over the top of the pallets.

         “Yeah it’s starting to cramp up on me a little, getting achy. I think this is gonna’ be my last game.” you responded slightly breathless with excitement. Tequila nodded to you as you both surveyed the battlefield from your vantage points. Just then you spotted Rachel’s head of hair bobbing from behind a pillar to your left. You tapped Tequila’s arm and nodded your head at where you could still a little bit of Rachel’s blue jeans peeking out from behind the pillar. Tequila silently nodded to you and began to aim his laser tag gun in that direction before you started moving along the floor still keeping in a crouch so that you could sneak up on Rachel. 

         Once you got down behind a group of barrels you quickly set your sights on Rachel who was peering around the pillar on the other side not seeing you at all. Raising your gun you quickly shot off two shots and heard her vest making a buzzer sound and her loud groaning as she whipped her head around and spotted you hiding behind the barrels.

         “Dang it! Stop shooting me!” she snipped out and you laughed brightly before moving back to where Tequila was hiding.

         “Have you seen Charlotte?” you ask him and he nods grinning while he trains his gun over to his right. You peer over his shoulder and see Charlotte manically laughing as she shoots someone from your team in the back. You both watch as she hoots and hollers as she runs about the room shooting as many people as she possibly can and yet never being taken out by one of your teammates.

         “Are you sure you wanna marry into this family?” Tequila asks teasingly and you laugh softly as you train your gun on Charlotte as well. The timer on the clock is running down and you shut one of your eyes as you watch Charlotte spin in a circle crowing at the player she just shot. Letting out a soft slow breath you pull the trigger on your gun and the buzzer on Charlotte’s vest goes off not even five seconds before the clock buzzer goes off signalling the end of the game. You and Tequila jump up with loud cheers and hollers as Charlotte whirls around to you guys with a scowl on her face.

         “What the hell you guys?!” Charlotte calls outraged as she throws her arms up in the air and you laugh smiling widely at her. You raise your gun and blow across the barrel making her laugh brightly. “My brother’s marrying a modern day Annie Oakley ain’t he?” she quips and you grin even wider.

         “Hell yeah he is!” Tequila shouts as all four of your group come together. You grimace softly when your knee twinges and Tequila catches it easily. “C’mon ladies let’s go get Cur’s cane and then we’ll head out.” he says warmly wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You grin as you settle into his side letting him lead you out of the arena.

         “Man I can’t wait to tell Jack that you were the sharp shooter of both games.” Charlotte says proudly and you smile over at her. Walking over to the counter you quickly undo your vest and hand it along with your gun. Tequila sidles up next to you and hands you your cane which you take gratefully.

         “Thanks Tequila.” you thank him with a smile.

         “So Rachel and I are gonna have to head on back to the hotel. I've got some meetings I need to handle for the family business and she’s got some work she has to finish up. But I’m so glad that we got to spend the day with you and celebrate you before you walk down the aisle.” CHarlotte explains as she gives you a tight warm hug that you return eagerly.

         “Yeah I’ve some business proposals I have to go over so we’re both gonna go try to be adults now. But thank you for having us this was so much fun!” Rachel says with a wry grin. You laugh and hug her tightly as well.

         “Thanks for coming, guys. This was a blast and I’m glad we got to do it.” you say feeling the adrenaline still coursing through you.

         “Thanks for coming ladies. Maybe next time we can get the whole Daniels clan in on this.” Tequila suggests with a wide smile.

         “Oh no, you don’t wanna do that.” Charlotte begins to say as she shakes her head vehemently.

         “Yeah we’re all competitive and will gladly take out family members to win.” Rachel deadpans and both you and Tequila stare at her with wide eyes before her and Charlotte crack up.

         As you all walk out of the building you see the two seperate town cars waiting for you all. You smile and hug both Rachel and Charlotte again before they hug Tequila and climb into their car. You wave as the car drives away before climbing into the car that’s waiting for you and Tequila.

         “So I’ve still more plans for us if you’re up for it.” Tequila says unsurely and you look over at him with an adoring smile on your face.

         “More?” you ask softly as you gesture back to the laser tag building. “More than that?”

         “Well the next appointment is much slower and way more relaxing.” Tequila teases softly as the car begins to drive away.

         “Lead the way Tequila.” you say trustingly and he grins over at you.

           “We’re going to the spa??” you ask as you bounce in your seat as the car pulls up to The Spa at Mandarin Oriental. “Oh Tequila you’ve out done yourself!” you squeal excitedly and Tequila barks out a laugh.

         “Fair warning I booked a couples massage package but if you’re uncomfortable with that I can always rearrange it.” he warns you and you shake your head with a side frown.

         “Nonsense. We’ll be able to talk and hang out more this way.” you say easily with a wave of your hand. Tequila scoffs and shakes his head at you before climbing out of the car.

           You’re laying face down on the massage table and your body is just melting under the hands of the masseuse. It’s been awhile since you’ve gotten a full body massage and this is just relaxing every tight knot in your muscles until they are jelly. You huff out softly as firm fingers dig into a knot on your left shoulder and you shiver before melting as the knot releases it’s tension under the pressure.

         “How ya doin’ over there Cur?” Tequila asks from your right and you hum softly before hearing his chuckle. “You kinda need to answer with words Cur.” Tequila teases.

         “Brain broke, head empty.” you quip back at him and he laughs loudly at your words.

         “That good huh?” he asks before he hisses. Your head turns to the side to see Tequila’s masseuse digging her knuckles deeply into his calf muscles as he squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

“Just like that huh?” you retort back at him with a soft lazy smirk. He grunts lowly and you laugh. “This is amazing Tequila.” you say truthfully and his eyes open to stare at you with an affectionate smile directed at you. “I mean really. Today has been wonderful and I’m so grateful for it.” 

“Anything for you Cur. You deserve it.” he responds before reaching his arm out with his fist clenched. You laugh brightly as tears pool in your eyes at the bond you two have before you reach out a tap your own fist against his.

 The two of you had moved to the sauna where you both sat splayed out on the wooden benches as steam rose around you. You leaned your head back and shut your eyes slowly relishing in the heated room. Tequila sighed softly next to you as he sat there with his own eyes shut.

“I’m gonna miss this.” Tequila says almost morosely and you turn your head to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“The bomb massage or the sauna?” you ask teasingly and he chuckles softly as he shakes his head at you.

“Spending time with you, idiot.” he quips back and you still for a second before your eyebrows furrow. 

“What are you talking about?” you ask with concern lacing your voice.

“It’s going to be different cuz you’re getting married. You’re also here in New York. It’s just going to be different.” he tried to explain. You sat up and turned your body on an angle to face him more.

“No it’s not.” you said firmly and determined. Tequila snaps his head over to you and you scowl at him slightly. “I’ve been living in New York for months now. And we’ve managed to work around that just fine. You visit her or I visit there. And we video call at least once a week sometimes more when you’re not on mission.” you say fiercely and watch as Tequila’s eyes soften at your words. “Just because I’m getting married doesn’t mean that I let you fall to the wayside. That’s not how this works and if you think that than you’re in for a rude awakening, you stupid man.”

“I love you Cur.” Tequila rushes out suddenly and your eyes snap up to his from the floor that you had been glaring at.

“I love you too Tequila and if you ever imply that I’d give you up I’m gonna deck you.” you threaten him and he grins widely at you.

“Deal. Now c’mon there’s these things called facials that are next on the list and I’m intrigued.” he says easily and you burst out in astonished laughter at his stupidity.

 “Alright so Whiskey went ahead and sent over a change of clothes for us for dinner.” Tequila explained as he handed you a black dress bag as you both stood outside the changing rooms. You smiled and shook your head slightly. “He’ll be joining us for dinner too but he’s gonna meet us there.”

“Sounds good. Any hints on where we’re going?” you asked hopefully and dropped your shoulders when you saw the shrewd look Tequila shot at you. “Fine, I’ll stop asking for hints and clues.” you huff out before walking into the dressing room.

The dress was gorgeous, a deep maroon color that had a lace overlay over the complete dress. With ¾ sleeves that came to rest at the bend of your elbows and a v-neckline that highlighted the glow your skin had obtained from the spa treatments, you looked and felt stunning. Slipping your feet into the black strappy kitten heels you felt bad ass.

“There she is!” Tequila called out as you stepped out into the main area of the Spa. He was dressed up in a pair of dark denim jeans and a charcoal gray button up shirt and his familiar tan Stetson. “You look beautiful.” he says kindly and you smile warmly up at him.

“Not so bad yourself!” you say and watch as a blush dusts his cheeks. You let him lead you out of the building and straight into the car waiting for you. The ride to the restaurant isn’t long but traffic holds you up a little bit as the hour reaches evening. You silently sit back in your seat and watch the city lights flash across your window. The sounds of New York life are soothing to you as you travel in the car with Tequila.

When the car pulls to the curb you look over and see that you have arrived at Wolfgang’s Steakhouse, which was a favorite of yours, Tequila’s and Jack’s. Smiling with delight you watch as Tequila exits the car and then you scoot over it to slide out behind him. When a hand comes into view you look up surprised and the grin that splits your face is almost blinding. Jack is standing in front of you in black button up shirt and gray vest with blue jeans as he holds his hand out for you. Taking his hand he helps you out of the car and onto the sidewalk before he shuts the car door.

“I miss you darlin’.” he whispers against your temple before pressing a quick kiss there.

“I missed you too.” you respond warmly and wrap your arm around his before walking into the restaurant. Tequila’s at the door holding it open for the two of you with a soft smirk. “What?” you ask him curiously.

“Nothing you two just look good together.” Tequila responds.

“Good, at least the wedding photos will turn out decent.” Whiskey gripes next to you and both you and Tequila burst out into happy laughter as the three of you head into dinner.

[hereforthelizardsex]

My friend who has never seen so much as an episode of deep space nine wrote nsfw crack fanfiction about Julian, Garak, and Dukat being captured and held in Area 51 on alternate universe (not mirror universe) Earth following a conversation where I mentioned Julian’s foot fetish and alien fucking. I am posting it here for anyone in the mood for reading something very cursed.

Ever since the universe started to collapse in on itself, our lives have been completely turned around. All of us DS9 inhabitants were shuffled into emergency escape pods that could travel much faster than your average ship. Only a third of us made it out, who knows where the rest are. We drove straight into a black hole, just hoping for the best. We ended up in a place called “The Milky Way” and eventually on Earth. Earth isn't so different from DS9, we even have some of the same evil rulers and war history, but it is weird being confined to a planet instead of living among the stars. When my ship first landed, my other ship mates had died, all six of them. I was brought to a place called area 51 and eventually given a room of my own here. All of us ‘aliens’ were given an area, which they call a cell block, to stay in with our own rooms. The biggest change, though, has been my sex life, and this is that story:

I wake up drenched in sweat and with a pounding headache, this planet is so dry that I don't know how my body has any liquids left to sweat out. I gulp down the water next to my bed, and stand to stretch my muscles, still sore from crash landing on this planet. I stiffly walk over to the mirror and stare at the bruises and cuts on my body, wishing they would heal already and that the scientists wouldn't be so eager to make new ones. I am in the middle of examining my bare abdomen when I hear my bedroom door creak open. I turn to look and see Garak staring at me from the doorway.

“It’s late.” I say, embarrassed to have been caught staring at myself in the mirror, and even more embarrassed that these thin gray cotton shorts don't hide very much, something that Garak has also noticed.

“I thought we could talk, I mean this whole thing is sort of crazy. Landing on a new planet, losing everyone we knew. I mean you watched people die in front of you, and now there's humans showing you Tik Tik dancing and something called Goggle.”

I sigh, “yeah I mean I guess so. It's not like I have anyone to miss though. I mean YOU'RE still alive and here to bother me,”

“You would've missed me if I died?” He says in a patronizing tone that I find somewhat annoying and somewhat sexy.

“ Only a little,” I responded with a smile as I woke over and sat on the edge of my bed.

“Well I was also here to ask you if you could check some of these wounds out. The people here either seem to want to make them worse or are too scared of me to help.” He walks over and sits next to, right next to me.

I lift his shirt gently and look at some of the injuries he sustained in the crash. It takes me a moment to realize that I’ve placed my hand on his abdomen while examining his side, and he hasn't moved it. I pull my hand away and feel my face turn red.

“Well they look like they're healing fine to me no sign of infection”

“Julian,” he says looking me in the eyes before reaching a hand over and placing it on the inner part of my thigh, “thank you”.

He leaves his hand there just long enough for my cock to get hard before standing up and leaving. I'm sure he noticed, but he didn't say anything and neither did I.

He comes back every night after that for the next two weeks to talk, always finding and excuse to expose some part of his body to me that shouldn't be as erotic to me as it is.

One night he was complaining about his feet hurting from being forced to run all day, to test his physical abilities, so I eagerly volunteered to rub them as we laid on my bed and talked. I stared at his scaly toes laying in my lap as my fingers expertly kneaded the soles of his feet. Of course, my body decided that now was a perfect time for an erection the size of the entire Starfleet, which was brought back up by Garak adjusting his position just as it was starting to go down, almost as if he was doing it on purpose.

Just as I was starting to suspect that he was trying to make me hard. He sat up and looked me in the eyes, “Julian how many times do I have to graze your dick with my heels, are you going to let me make you cum or not?”

I felt my face turn red yet again, and did not respond in anyway other than shock and a wide eyed stare.

“For fucks sake, you act like such a prude,” he said as he pulled down my sweatpants and let my cock spring free of its fabric cage. He leaned forward, as if to take me in his mouth, but instead spit on my cock and sat back to begin rubbing it with his feet. I tensed up in surprise but began to relax as the blood my heart was using to panic started going to my dick. Precum began to leak onto Garkas feet, coating his scaled toes and making them shine.

I noticed a very large, very long new appendage poking out under Garaks clothing and reaching over to begin rubbing it, it was warm and somewhat wet, I just had to see what it was. I pulled off his pants and was almost smacked in the face by his five foot long alien dick. Instead of a head at the end it was a fleshy hole that was oozing a clear liquid. I dipped my finger into the liquid and licked it off, moaning in ecstacy. “Fuck Garak you taste so good” i said as I felt my dick twich in the embrace of his feet, which had been massaging it back and forth. He didn't say anything but grabbed my hand and moved along his slippery penis, which was so thick I couldn't wrap my hand all the way around it. After a f few minutes he transferred some of the fluids from his penis onto his hand and began to rub my tight, somewhat throbbing, asshole, gently sliding his fingers in and out of it. It was too much for me to handle, I felt my balls tense up and my dick began squirting loads of cum all over Garaks sexy toes.

“I'm going to have to try for weeks to get all that out from under my scales you assclown” Garak said pressing his cold cardassian lips to mine. We made out passionately, his little lizard tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I was still stroking his cock when my door was flung open. i tried to jump back in surprise but was held back by Garak, whose cock seemed to get harder now that someone was watching us. I didnt see who it was, but I felt them come up behind me and saw the world go dark as I was blinded by a tie being wrapped over my eyes. I felt the strangers dick slap me in the face as it was pulled out and draped over my shoulder like a scarf. I instinctively took it in my hand and livked the side of it. This one I was able to fit my whole hand around, but it seemed to be around eight feet as opposed to Garaks measly five. I kissed along the wet shaft as my face was coated in alien precum. Garak had been fingering my ass for about ten minutes now, and he placed his hands on my hips and we moved so that he was under me. He pushed the tip of his cock into my ass and the rest that I couldn't fit quite yet sunk back into his body, in typical cardassian fashion.

I thought the mystery stranger had begun to cum, but instead the smell of dehydrated piss filled my nostrils and I felt a runny warm liquid spill down my government issued t-shirt and roll down my body onto my cock that was now hard again. Garak thrusted in and out of me as my mouth bobbed along the strangers dick, and my blind fold began to slip loose. It fell off just as both Garak and the stranger began to cum, one in me and the other all over my face, and I looked into the eyes of my worst enemy. I had just given a blow job to none other than Dukat.

A few weeks later I noticed a particular itch around my penis, but all the usual STD tests had come back negative. My doctors decided to do one last test, and allergy test, which just so happened to be on the day that they had finished processing cardassian dna, and what do you know? I'm allergic to lizard-alien semen! Life is not worth living now…

Inspired by this collaborative image:

[eviesmyspiritanimal]

Dearest Mom-Sister-Friend-Thingy

Summary:  Four moments that Evie has been like a mother to Mal and one time that Mal tells her how she feels about her. An abundance of sisterly/best friend feels with Mal and Evie and the barest hint of Bal.

 “Are you enjoying your present?” Evie questioned with a slight raise of her eyebrow, a smile playing upon her face easily as she looked over at her sister and best friend. Mal nodded emphatically as she sucked the chocolate off of her fingers before eagerly diving into the next strawberry.

  It was Valentine’s Day, and naturally, because it was such a big deal to Evie to share it with everyone whether it be romantic or familial and because it was their first in Auradon, Mal made sure to celebrate it with her. This time, Mal had given Evie a package of Oreos, and Evie had gotten Mal a ton of chocolate-covered strawberries.

  Hence the humongous mess that was covering Mal’s fingers and face that Evie currently found to be so entertaining.

  “Yeah, this is just… Mmm, scrumptious,” Mal proclaimed, her mouth stuffed with fruit and sugary sweetness as she lovingly eyed her best friend. Evie just chuckled a bit as she shook her head slightly.

  “Seriously, it’s wonderful, E. Thank you very much,” Mal told Evie, wiping her mouth from where a bit of the strawberry juice was starting to ooze. Evie grinned widely in reply.

  “I could tell. You’re making a bit of a mess,” Evie pointed out, and Mal paused slightly to look at Evie curiously, wondering just how gross she was. But she couldn’t stop for long before she started trying to stuff her face again. Evie laughed as she rolled her eyes.

  “M, come here, you’ve got something on your face,” Evie pointed out, and Mal immediately froze as Evie grabbed a napkin and dabbed at Mal’s cheek caringly, taking Mal’s chin in her other hand as she tried to hold the faerie in place.

  “You know, M, you’re sometimes as bad as Carlos,” Evie scolded halfheartedly, and Mal looked at her sister’s face as Evie furrowed her brow a bit, focusing intensely on her task.

  After a moment, Evie seemed to realize that Mal was looking at her, and she met the faerie’s gaze curiously, offering a somewhat awkward smile before concentrating more on cleaning Mal’s pale skin.

  “What?” Mal blinked, looking down as she broke her stare.

  “Nothing.”

  “Are you sulking about being like Carlos?” Evie questioned, a sparkle in her eyes as she asked this, and Mal immediately scrunched her nose as she pulled her chin from Evie’s grasp huffily.

  “No,” Mal replied insistently.

  Truthfully, Mal was actually completely baffled by the care that she had just been lucky enough to enjoy from Evie. However, it had also deeply touched Mal that Evie had treated her with such gentleness and kindness.

  It wasn’t that Mal thought Evie wouldn’t do something like that. After all, if the bluenette was anything, she was caring, kind, thoughtful, and doting.

  It just wasn’t often that Mal received such tender loving care. It was something that she had never gotten in her life. But thinking back on it, any time that she had even received a shred of that had been when Evie had given it to her.

  The only reason Mal had pulled away was because she wasn’t quite sure how to handle the giant influx of emotions that overwhelmed her in that moment. It was a huge glow of admiration and care for Evie, and it was somehow even stronger than usual. It completely threw Mal off.

  “Oh, you’ve still got a long way until you’re as messy as Snowflake,” Evie assured her affectionately, interrupting the faerie from her thoughts and distracting her. Mal just rolled her eyes and smirked slightly, deciding to dive back into her strawberries.

  She just halfheartedly chalked off the satisfied and full feeling inside of her as her enjoyment of eating her favorite food.

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       “I’m not sick, Evie,” Mal stuffily proclaimed as Evie sat on Mal’s bedside, stirring the hot soup carefully with a spoon.

  Evie paused and raised an eyebrow as she looked up at her sister, completely unimpressed. Mal knew that her statement was not logical, but she also knew that she most definitely did not want to be force-fed soup and then have to swallow a disgustingly nasty pill.

  It was a few days after Evie had gotten sick in mid-July, and as a direct result of taking care of Evie during her sickness, Mal had gotten sick for the first time in years. It was a concrete fact that Mal didn’t get sick. Ever. But here she was, being smothered and pampered by Evie, and secretly somewhat enjoying it but mostly disliking it.

  “Mhmm… And I’m a blue-haired god of the Underworld,” Evie replied simply, and Mal just rolled her eyes with a slight growl underneath her breath, immediately remembering the man that was responsible for all of her problems with her mother.

  “I’m sorry,” Evie apologized quickly, and Mal just huffed slightly in response, accepting it easily as she tried to push the thought from her mind. She knew Evie was just trying to be cute and sarcastic and maybe even bring a smile out of Mal.

  “But I’m not sick, E,” Mal grumbled, and Evie jumped at the opportunity to avoid the other subject they had just been on.

  “How does that work when your nose is running every minute and you have to puke every other minute?” Evie questioned, a light smile playing upon her face as she reached for a tissue and offered it to Mal. Mal rolled her eyes but wasted no time in blowing her nose.

  She was about to drop her tissue on the floor when Evie suddenly grabbed a wastebasket and held it out, offering it to her quickly. Mal reached over and dropped her tissue in it.

  “Open your mouth,” Evie instructed after she had out the basket back on the floor. Mal tiredly decided she wasn’t going to fight her best friend on this, so she opened up and Evie inserted the spoon into Mal’s mouth. Mal swallowed it and immediately winced at the taste, shivering as she made a sour face.

  “That was disgusting.”

  “Hmm… Must be the horseradish,” Evie murmured, squinting a bit as she smelled the soup carefully. Mal suddenly felt her stomach lurch and she immediately threw the covers back, running for the bathroom. She could hear Evie right behind her, and before Evie had a chance to hold Mal’s hair back, Mal was throwing up.

  When Mal was finally finished, Evie very carefully helped her stand up. Mal knew her hair was trashed, and she honestly wouldn’t blame Evie if the bluenette altogether decided to let Mal handle that one on her own.

  However, Evie just turned on the water in the bath and turned on the showerhead, testing the warmth of the water. Mal gazed at her in confusion, and Evie finally shook her hand of the water a bit before placing the showerhead on the floor of the bathtub. Evie came over to Mal taking her arm and carefully leading her over to the tub. Mal was completely shocked, but was fully prepared to handle the situation by herself.

  But once again, Evie surprised her. Once Mal was on her knees beside the bathtub and about to take the showerhead, Evie took it instead and began very carefully and gently rinsing the mess from Mal’s hair, running her fingers through it and squeezing gently as she tried to clean it out.

  Mal’s eyes went wide as she realized that Evie was actually voluntarily working closely with vomit. It baffled Mal completely to see Evie so lovingly put away any disgust at something that Mal would’ve been positively repulsed by had the faerie been in Evie’s position.

  After Evie made sure to wash Mal’s head with one round of shampoo, she rinsed the faerie’s hair once again and turned off the water before standing and reaching for a towel. Mal looked up at Evie in surprise, standing up as she watched the other girl, her hair dripping wet.

  Evie then turned back to Mal, huffing a bit as she realized Mal was getting her clothes and the floor wet. Evie then threw the towel over Mal’s head, scrubbing it dry before finally letting the towel cover Mal’s hair so that only her surprised face was to be seen. Evie smiled gently at Mal and leaned forward, kissing Mal’s forehead as she held Mal’s shoulders in her hands. Mal blinked, still amazed that Evie had actually taken care of her so effectively and willingly.

  “You’ve got a bit of a fever. Let’s go see if we can get some crackers in you so you can take your medicine,” Evie told her, squeezing Mal’s upper arms gently before turning and heading into the other room to find the food.

  Mal blinked, disturbed from her thoughts by the promise of medicine. Mal wasted no time in following Evie into the other room to protest the medication.

  But she couldn’t quite shake the warm feeling filling her chest at that moment as easily as last time.

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        “I swear, M, you just want to live in a pigsty, don’t you?” Evie pointed out in irritation as she ran around Mal’s side of the room and searched for all of the dirty clothes that Mal had haphazardly flung about without consideration as to the mess that it made. Mal was currently lounged on her bed, drawing in her sketch book and not paying much attention to Evie.

  “Yeah…”

  “Would it kill you to pick up after yourself?” Evie demanded.

  “Of course not,” Mal replied, not listening to one word that passed from between Evie’s lips as she drew the quick, small, short lines for the eyebrow hairs on the person that she was sketching.

  “What is this?” Evie questioned as she lifted up an article of clothing in front of her, not bothering to gaze over at the faerie as she spoke. Mal never looked up as she noncommittally replied.

  “I dunno. Something.”

  “This side of the room is like Area 51, Mal Bertha,” Evie told Mal in frustration, still not realizing that Mal was not even looking in the bluenette’s direction.

  “I’m a bad girl,” Mal replied almost cheerily as her eyebrow came out perfectly on the paper. However, as soon as she started trying to shade a bit on the face, a hand suddenly pulled Mal’s sketch book back and away from her. Mal looked up at the person that the hand was attached to, and she grinned guiltily as Evie looked down at her in frustration.

  “Mal, are you even listening?!”

  “Yeah… You’re mad about picking up my stuff?” Mal questioned with a smile, looking at her drawing longingly. Evie groaned, tossing the sketchbook on the nearby vanity as she held her laundry basket underneath her arm.

  “No! I am mad because you’ve got to start cleaning up after yourself. I can’t follow you around and clean up all of your messes for you,” Evie proclaimed as she lifted a pair of underwear and dropped it in her basket.

  “You’re doing a pretty good job right now, E,” Mal offhandedly pointed out, and Evie sighed deeply.

  “Mal, what about when you eventually get married to Ben and I can’t live with you and help you clean all of your stuff? Gosh, you might even have to do his laundry at some point. Imagine that!” Evie ranted as she kneeled on the floor to reach under the bed and grab some clothes that she saw hanging out from underneath the bed.

  “Number one, I’m not going to be Ben’s housewife, and we’ll have a maid for that stuff. It’s the twenty-first century. Number two, I don’t really know why it’s such a big deal to you, E. My mother didn’t care if I messed up my room,” Mal somewhat sadly pointed out, and couldn’t help but somewhat bitterly note to herself that Maleficent didn’t much care about anything Mal did.

  “Well, I’m not Maleficent, and unlike her, I actually do care whether you mess up your room or not,” Evie announced, sounding a bit less irritated than she had been for the past few moments.

  This statement truly hit Mal in the gut, and Mal stared at Evie’s bent down form in shock as she took in the meaning of those words.

  “Why?” Mal blurted out, and Evie stood up finally from her cleaning, giving the room a onceover and nodding in satisfaction as she seemed to have picked up all of the laundry. She then shifted her gaze to Mal.

  “Well, M, because I care about you, and I want you to have a clean space to enjoy,” Evie expressed as she looked over Mal’s form caringly before returning her eyes to Mal’s.

  Mal felt her jaw slacken a bit as she took in Evie’s words. Mal knew Evie cared about her, but sometimes just the small things that Evie cared about her still surprised Mal terribly. But of course, it was never in a bad way. Mal had just received such little care in her life that it meant especially extra when someone cared about not only the big things, but also the little ones.

  “I’m sorry, E. I’ll try to do better,” Mal finally replied in surprise. Evie just sighed slightly before reaching over and cupping Mal’s cheek in her hand gently, stroking Mal’s face slightly with a thumb.

  Mal leaned into Evie’s touch. However, after only a moment, Mal reached underneath her and held out a dirty shirt to Evie with a bit of a grin. Evie’s eyes settled on the article of clothing, and she groaned before looking at Mal with a playful scold.

  “You missed one, E,” Mal acknowledged with a slight smile. Evie rolled her eyes and took it easily before pulling her hand away from Mal’s face to take the shirt and drop it in the basket. She then turned and started to head to the school’s laundromat.

  “You’re the best!” Mal called after her, and Evie just replied with something similar to a grumble. Mal laughed in response to the other girl, shaking her head as she got up to fetch her sketch book.

  And as she drew, she found that she couldn’t quite wipe the smile off her face.

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       “Evie, I’m me now, and when everybody sees that I’ve went back to my colors and my style, you know what happens then? Bam! Everybody assumes that what’s inside has went back to the way it used to be. That I’m the daughter of Maleficent plotting to take over Auradon!” Mal announced, and Evie sighed softly as she watched Mal, listening carefully. Mal could see out of the corner of her eye that Evie looked very much as if she wanted to interject.

  It was two weeks after the incident at Cotillion, and as per usual, Auradon was having another of its large bashes. It seemed to be one of their favorite things to do, and one of the few things that they consistently participated in.

  It was also two weeks since Mal, with Evie’s help, had entirely refashioned her wardrobe back to that edgy VK style and had started wearing her hair back in that brilliant shade of purple that was naturally her own.

  And now, Mal had to speak at this party as herself. Not the fashionable, new leaf VK that looked more like an AK, but as herself. As Lady of the Court, she was supposed to give a speech covering the subjects of what had happened at Cotillion and perhaps even something about her own changes of heart.

  She had even been somewhat looking forward to it, but now she was absolutely and utterly terrified as she paced about backstage, waiting for them to call her up. Evie was back there with her, and Ben was somewhere. Neither one of them were quite sure where he had gotten off to.

  But Evie was there. Which allowed Mal to fully vent.

  “And there’s so many people! Like half the kingdom is here tonight! And not to mention paparazzi and newspeople and all of those snoops that take things you say and twist it to the best story for them and their ratings!” Mal almost hysterically rambled, and Evie stepped a bit closer to the younger girl. Mal was almost in tears as she fully panicked.

  “Evie, I don’t think I can do it! What if they make me out to be some kind of nutcase? What if they all turn on me, and then I get you and the boys sent back to the Isle?! You guys don’t belong on the Isle!!!” Mal cried, and Evie shook her head as she intercepted Mal’s path.

  “Hey, hey, look at me,” Evie spoke calmly, grabbing Mal’s face in her hands and stroking Mal’s cheeks with her thumbs slowly. Mal paused immediately, looking into Evie’s eyes as all of her nervousness slowly melted away.

  “You are fine, alright? You are perfectly fine, M. No one’s going to think that. You know why?” Mal shook her head.

  “Because during these six months, you had every opportunity to take over. Just two weeks ago, you defeated Uma and willingly gave up your spell book--- in front of everyone, might I add--- to Fairy Godmother,” Evie explained calmly and patiently. Mal shook her head just barely, not quite able to agree with Evie so easily about all of this.

  “But, E, you know me and love me, what about the people that don’t? What will they think?” Mal somewhat sadly asked Evie.

  “Hey, stop, stop, okay? Now listen, and repeat after me,” Evie instructed, and Mal nodded ever so slightly, her cheeks a bit squished in Evie’s hold. The barest hints of a smile crossed Evie’s face as she looked down at the other girl, and Mal knew she had to be getting enjoyment out of Mal’s current face scrunch.

  “I can do anything I set my mind to,” Evie started, and Mal, despite her upset emotions, smiled slightly as she got the greatest idea.

  “You can do anything you set your---”

  “No, I said ‘I’ as in you,” Evie interrupted, looking at Mal with only a slight scold. Mal huffed a bit before repeating it correctly, calming down slightly as Evie’s insistent gaze bored into Mal’s own.

  “I can do anything I set my mind to,” Mal told her. Evie grinned a bit and continued.

  “I can go and speak at one small party.”

  “More like a giant bonanza,” Mal couldn’t help but grumble, and Evie gazed at her pointedly, still holding Mal’s face in her hands. Mal groaned slightly, but once again repeated Evie’s words.

  “I can go and speak at one small party,” Mal vowed, and Evie smiled serenely with half-lidded eyes as she uttered her next statement.

  “And if I do not look happier, my Evie will have to tickle me to the death,” Evie finished. Mal’s eyes widened, and Evie hands suddenly let go of her face to skitter across her sides. Mal couldn’t help but giggle as she tried to keep Evie’s hands away. Evie didn’t relent for a few moments, but she finally let Mal catch her hands.

  Mal grabbed them in her own tightly, and Evie smiled down at the girl. Evie then returned her hands to Mal’s face as she brought Mal’s head nearer to her and kissed it softly.

  “You will be fine, okay? You’ve got me rooting for you, and Jay and Carlos, too,” Evie expressed lovingly, and Mal couldn’t help but stare at her in some emotion that she wasn’t sure if she could identify.

  It was a swell of something that was like intense admiration and it was almost like what she would feel for Maleficent every once in a while, but it was different. It had that unique best friend magic that Evie always seemed to carry with only her, and it also had that sisterly feel to it. It was a very warm feeling, and Mal found herself hugging Evie tightly.

  Immediately, Evie’s comforting embrace enveloped her, and Mal immediately felt so much safer and so perfectly happy as she always did when Evie was right there with her. Evie stroked Mal’s hair, and Mal couldn’t help but smile a bit as she nestled closer to Evie.

  It was strange, this feeling. But Mal thought she could definitely get used to it.

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       “I’ve finally figured out what you are,” Mal pointed out one day as they were lying on the couch watching some silly movie that was hardly worth paying attention to but they had both agreed that they’d try.

  It was one of their usual movie nights that they had around three times a week. It had become quite the custom for them, and it was one of Evie’s most favorite things in life. Of course, any time that she got to spend with Mal was completely and utterly sacred.

  Obviously, this movie, despite their mutual agreement to try to watch it, was not nearly interesting enough for Mal to stay awake for. Honestly, Evie was a little drowsy as well, but she was apparently trying a bit harder to concentrate on it than Mal was at this moment.

  Evie looked down at Mal curiously as she paused in her affectionate stroking of Mal’s hair, unsure of where the faerie was going with this but perfectly willing to listen.

  “And just what is that?” Evie questioned with only the smallest of laughs in her voice and noted that Mal was barely awake as she spoke to Evie. Evie continued her ministrations and watched as Mal’s eyelids grew heavier. Evie smiled just barely as she enjoyed her sister’s sleepiness.

  Honestly, Mal sometimes truly shocked Evie, and her next statement proved to show that Mal hadn’t yet lost that talent.

  “You’re… You’re like a mom sister friend thingy,” Mal acknowledged as she yawned widely, pressing her head a bit further against Evie’s stomach as her upper body lounged on Evie’s lap. Evie froze a bit in surprise, and she looked down at Mal with her jaw somewhat slackened.

  “Mom?” Evie halfway squeaked in response, really not knowing how to handle this title. She had been called a sister and a bestest friend in the world, but she had never been referred to as a mom.

  “No, not really. Just… a dearest mom sister friend thingy,” Mal replied, breathing a bit heavier as she spoke, and Evie felt her heart swell just a little with Mal’s words.

  “So not a mom?” Evie questioned softly, realizing that Mal was so tired that she probably wasn’t exceedingly aware of what she was saying. But she guessed that was likely how one got the most honest words out of someone--- when they were not fully aware of what they were saying.

  “Not a mom, not a sister, not a friend…. Just… A little bit of all that stuff,” Mal clarified, yawning heavily as she slurred her words a bit, squeezing Evie’s knee from her comfortable place relaxed on Evie.

  Evie blinked hard, realizing that she was fighting tears. It just touched her so deeply that Mal viewed her in such high esteem.

  Mal viewed her as a best friend, a sister, and a mom figure all rolled into one. Of course, obviously, Evie knew that a mom figure was not Mal’s largest viewing of her because she never acted as if Evie was her mom, but there were apparently some parts of Mal’s mind that saw Evie as having certain motherly qualities. Mal pressed her cheek against Evie’s leg as her eyes slipped further shut.

  “And that adds up to one big awesome Evie,” Mal mumbled, barely coherent, but Evie caught the words as well as she would have if Mal were actually yelling them at her. Evie couldn’t help the watery smile that slowly spread across her face as her entire chest felt like it was lit on fire with the warm feelings glowing inside her.

  “I couldn’t be an awesome Evie without an awesome Mal,” Evie murmured in reply as she bent her head down and kissed Mal’s hair, stroking it gently out of the faerie’s face as she nearly fell asleep.

  “Mmm… Love ya, E,” Mal expressed, her consciousness slipping away swiftly as she gave in to the lullaby of sleep. Evie smiled softly, letting her head rest against the couch with a bit of a thump as she closed her eyes in pure happiness with the moment.

  “I love you, too, Mal. More than anything in the world.”

[asphodelsandpomegranates]

Scars (Axel Cluney/Zeitgeist x Reader)

Axel sighed as he and Domino entered the cafe, hoping to get some caffeine in them after a hard day of training from Colossus and that idiot, Wade.

“I'd much prefer energy drinks.” Axel muttered as he and Domino stepped in line and waited to be served.

“Yeah, well, Xavier said coffee might be better.” Domino shrugged.

Axel sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. He was kind of hoping to go back to his place and get some sleep before Colossus made them go hard again with even more training.

“Axel?”

The X-Force member turned at the mention of his name and his green eyes widened as he saw the familiar girl standing before him.

He remembered her. He had not seen her in six years.

Six painful years.

Six years of feeling like a complete shithead and guilty. Incredibly guilty.

And all those memories and feelings came flooding back.

“(Y/N).” he croaked. He cleared his throat.

“Long time no see, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” he said, weakly.

He remembered walking with her along a quiet sunny beach. He'd been younger then and also very naïve about his future and also with himself. She had been so perfect in the summer sun. The sun rays radiating her skin in a beautiful haze.

Until...

They'd been talking. About what Axel didn't know but they'd been talking and then...

He'd began to feel weird. Something was not right.

“Axel? Sweetie, you okay?”

His hand flew to his mouth. His stomach was doing somersaults. Why not? Why was he going to vomit at this fucking moment?!

“Axel,” she said, staying loyally by his side. “Come on, babe. Let's sit you down, okay?”

“No.” he said as the sickening feeling wore off. “It's okay. I'm fine.”

“You sure? You look pale.”

He huffed a small laugh. “No more than usual.”

She smiled, too.

You couldn't believe your luck. Or anything really. He was standing right before you. Six years. Where had the time gone?

Was he still upset? Hurt by what had happened?

Surely not. Although, not seeing him for less than half a dozen years and him running in panic would just about do that.

You smiled at him.

Even though there were some things about him that had changed, he still looked the same as he had done since you'd last seen him.

Still ruggedly handsome. Shy and dorky.

Your eyes darted to the older girl next to him.

“Um,” you squeaked, suddenly becoming a little embarrassed. “I'm...am I interrupting something?”

“Oh, no. We were just getting something to drink. Um, (Y/N), this is Domino or Neena. She's a recruit like me and, Dom, this is (Y/N).”

“An old girlfriend, I presume.” Domino smirked. It didn't sound like a question.

“...Yes.” Axel blushed as you giggled.

“Well,” she said, pushing Axel move towards you. “I'll leave you to it.”

And with that she left. Axel looked at his colleague, aghast before slinking over to you. You lead him to your table.

“So,” he started.

“So,” you echoed, teasing him.

A silence fell between you two. Axel was not meeting your gaze. It seemed as though he was still feeling guilty after all these years.

“Axel.” you began. “I...you know, I don't blame you.”

He looked at you, bewildered. “Sure, you do.”

You reached out to him, unknowingly with that arm. Your touch made him tense up and glance warily down at your arm. The sleeve of your thin shawl had crept up revealing to him just what he had done to you.

“I don't.” you said, breaking the silence. “You didn't know that was going to happen. Nobody did.”

“(Y/N).” he whined. “I burned you. Look at this. How can you forgive me for what I've done to you?”

You had not expected it. You had sat him down after he had felt a little sick and just sat a few feet from the rolling tide and stared at the sunset. You were cuddled up to him, with his arm around you and just enjoying the comfortable silence and just being close.

Then it hit him again. The nausea.

He started retching. You were calling out to him, trying to get him to respond and calm himself. And then you reached your arm out to his shoulder to soothe him, and Axel's mouth opened and something clear fell from his mouth and splattered on your arm. It wasn't vomit. It was searing. Agonising.

You screamed in agony as you flung yourself away from him. You cried out, tears running down your face. Axel was calling to you...you think. You clutched your bicep, the only part that wasn't affected by...whatever had come out of Axel's mouth. The skin was becoming callous, eating away at the flesh.

What the fuck had just happened?

When you looked round to ask Axel to call an ambulance, you saw him running away, kicking up the sand as he ran.

And you never saw him again, but now you were determined to make amends and not let him go.

“Because I was never one to hold grudges.” you said, simply. “And I still don't.”

He stared at you, amazed at your forgiveness and your...understanding. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be.” you said, stroking his tattooed arm. “Besides, I like to think of it as something to remember you by.”

“Don't say that. That really doesn't help.”

“Sorry but it has. Every time I see it, I'm reminded of how you were the one good thing in my life. I've missed you, Axel.”

“...I don't go by the name, now. Not all the time.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I call myself, Zeitgeist.”

“Wow. I like. So, are you part of some kind of Area 51 sch-tick or...?”

“You ever heard of the X-Men?”

“I think so. Is it like the Avengers?”

“Probably. Well, they have a...kind of programme thing for people like me. Mutants.”

“Mutants? That sounds a little harsh.”

Axel shrugged.

“So, now that you've told me, are you going to kill me, so I don't blab.”

Axel smiled and he clasped his hand in yours. “I would never do that to you.”

You smiled back at him.

“I've missed you.”

“Yeah...I missed you, too.”

“Nice tats, by the way.”

“Thanks. I'm thinking of getting another.”

“Yeah? Cool. And what's that above your top lip, pubic hair?”

Axel barked a laugh.

“Puberty hit ya hard, didn't it?” you joked.

“My god. You've not changed, (Y/N).”

“Neither have you. Mutant powers, tattoos and pubic hair moustaches aside.”

“Do you want to grab another coffee sometime?” 

“Yeah, I would. Um, how about Sunday?”

“Yeah, if all goes well.”

“Good. Cause we have a lot to catch up on.”

“We do.”

Tentatively, he pulled your sleeve back, showing the cracked and old burnt skin that had scabbed your arm. You could see that he was still shaken up by it all but you didn't say anything.

You raised your free hand to his cheek and stroked the skin there with your thumb. He looked at you with watery eyes. Regret and remorse in his eyes. But he didn't need to say it. You didn't even need to voice your forgiveness again. You were thankful that he was back in your life.

“Want me to leave you two alone?” Domino smirked.

[worldcakecakecake]

Feliciano and the King of Hearts

Chosen by the gods as the Queen of Hearts from the moment of birth, we follow Feliciano’s story as he grows into royal life, learns to rule, go against age old customs, and his relationship with his husband to be, the King of Hearts.

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I seriously thought I could update in the same month...but noooooo!!! I still try! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

                                                            Chapter 67

It took many days for the royal infantry to arrive at the edges of the protected field, behind other Heartian infantries that made it there quicker. Along the way, they would meet with other infantries of other kingdoms. Décor in their movements, with their unique colors and greetings that made Feliciano joyous to meet and wave as they passed.

 The small buildings of the village of Tiksi were unnoticeable to all, the humble places covered by the great amounts of tents that piled, the soldiers marching, cooks swinging about many kinds of different dishes, swords, spears, wands, an occasional sparks that flung to the air in a beautiful spectacle. They had brought the population of all the four capitals combined, surely even more, encircling well the forest around the field making it shine almost like its own very city.

 Ludwig and Feliciano constantly kept a hold to each other, worried that they would easily loose themselves between the array. They kept to the few places that remained from the village, where all the royals from all kingdoms were located with their own guards, rooms, and spaces for necessary planning. Only the guards who had originally lived here vacated the area offering protection for the royals, their own families well sent to other cities where they could be safe.

 Their schedules here consisted of going over the plans and making sure many times that everything was placed as it should be, repeated to the point that it was getting agitating, Alfred wording it well one evening, mad to the point that they had to call a break to relax and breathe. Ludwig and Feliciano appreciated it, enjoying from this time to sit by their room, impossible to take naps as they wished when they kept their eyes distant on the white snowy skies, expecting the field to splendor as it did the last time they were there. Abasi later explained to them that with the last orbs still considered newly placed, it was powerful and so they shouldn’t fear over flashes keeping them up at night.

 Well, they really didn’t need them to keep up at night, simply the days counting down was enough to have their eyes staring to the ceiling, Ludwig and Feliciano chatting on about different art techniques which they would later test on whatever surface they could find to draw away their anxiousness. Or there was passion.

 Some nights, Ludwig would wrap himself well around Feliciano’s waist, kissing from his neck down, moans as an accept to all, to being between one another and letting the bed cringe at their movements, at their breaths and actions creating humidity in the room, eyes glowing in love and enjoy.

 They had to cherish this, they had to give in to these delights, one of the many that kept them held, kept them loved and warm in such cold fears.

 Even done, with its peak finished, Ludwig would remain within Feliciano, breathing him well in, despite the sweat, clinging to him more, his large arms taking more of his frame to himself. Feliciano accepted, blissful, with a deep smile and sweet caresses over whatever part of Ludwig’s skin he could reach. The only thing Ludwig found odd…was that Feliciano kept the bandages from a wound he had received many weeks ago. With their nurses and quick healing, it should have lessened, or the bandages completely gone.

 He noticed how Feliciano tensed when he went to pick the wrapped hand. “How bad a cut was this?”

 “I…had half a bottle stuck in there,” Feliciano made up, feigning a pain.

 “Are your hands really all right?”

 “Yes, they’ll be fine to use. The cut is… still too bad and I’m really worried I might get an infection.”

 Ludwig let it fall gently to the side of the bed, settling his head on Feliciano’s chest, his heartbeat his melody and his body his comfort.

 They constantly received visitors at their cabin, sometimes soldiers and casters who were curious to see or perhaps meet them, or good friends they had made in their journey across the kingdoms. Feliciano even started organizing a special lunch just for the queens, a space he made to keep them away from tension and discuss their dealings with the position and other advices that could help for any ruling situation. Sometimes they were joined by the other kings, or as today, they were joined by a band of Oralee sailors who brought with them a special green tea from the Spadian islands, exquisite and with a scent that was good rest to their minds.

 “My family owns one of the biggest plantations in the Oralee,” Carlos told proudly.

 “And it’s the best!” Anthone assured, his family worked on the land as well.

 “It helps all the muscles in your body to breathe and to clean of whatever bacteria still inhabiting our bodies,” Nadia informed.

 “Ah, it’s so exquisite!” Elizabeta sighed with outmost peace, leaning more on her chair.

 “I definitely will order crates for when we come back,” Arthur dreamed.

 “As will I,” Lili held her cup as if it was a dear child.

 Feliciano nodded with a smile, in it acceptance to the ordering. Something else to keep him expectant for a shining future.

 “I’m sure we’ll have enough to go through with demands,” Carlos was confident.

 “We’re going to be rich!” Emmanuel already celebrated.

 “I’m going to get a bigger canoe! And with diamonds in it!” Rosangeliz proclaimed, earning laughter.

 It was in such peace that it happened.

 There was a sudden crack, loud…intimidating in this waiting expanse. For a moment they though it could perhaps only be a creak of their tables or chairs, perhaps another tent…but with the curious eyes all around them searching, it didn’t seem to be the case. The crack was coming from far…far into the field. As it continued, slowly driving the armies into nervous silence, Feliciano began to realize what that crack sounded like. It was like when Ludwig had tried to break the field with his sword.

 “No…” Feliciano stood, anxiousness quickly reigning with him as it did with everyone that was there in his cabin terrace. He walked down, joining the rest of the crowds that stared in fearful silence to the distant sky…where the transparent wall of the field was supposed to be.

 It continued coming stronger, the echoes going further than their camp, with in-betweens of silence that only agitated them all the more. Feliciano noticed as many began to place hands on their weapons, magicians already forming casts, yet their glances kept to the sky…expecting.

 “Feliciano!” Ludwig called, rushing to his side, taking each other, in their eyes shaking fear, realization haunting and driving their hold tighter.

 “It…it cannot be…” Elizabeta said as she neared them, joined along with the other royals, as disturbed.

 “Is Khaos…breaking out?” Arthur worded what all that were present were surely thinking and talking about.

 “No… it’s not supposed to happen yet…” Lili feared, wrapping herself around her brother, Vash’s staff standing and ready.

 “There are still days left to the alignment,” Ivan reminded.

 “Unless…he found something out…” Alfred was just as suddenly agitated as everyone else, his new gun brought out and shinning well in sapphires.

 The cracks, the echoes, the bangs, intensified across, wanting to come to a finite, and the longer it went, the more the armies surrounding them formed more into the planned defense and attack.

 It stopped, the last echo bringing a blanket of silence, none wanting to dare and test it, afraid that it could curse and bring about something. As the silence was elongated, many began to think that perhaps it was different, perhaps it wasn’t their worst of their thoughts, maybe a spell casted from the other side of the camp or just a random noise from the field…but then there was actual shattering. They saw as rains of crystal came down, along with a roar of thunder and an act of lightning.

 “No…” Feliciano panicked and shook, acting quick, leaving Ludwig’s side and running off forward, to a familiar opening through the trees that he had taken but a year ago, to dangers and openings far worse than they had been before.

 “Feliciano!” Ludwig called, running after, into the very threshold, trying to find him in the scattering that began.

 “Start your defensive shields!” A Spadian general commanded, loud in the vicinity, a chain of other lieutenants and captains spreading the word until every single soldier placed a specific hand gesture to their chest, to a seal they had been given. They all glowed in their respective kingdom color as an energy spread through them creating that magical defense, blind to others as they all began to take practiced positions.

 “Move forward in the curved approach. Do not attack unless given royal command to start!” Elizabeta shouted, the message then spreading and thus their design instantly taking life, like living sun rays to the center of the field.

 The royals, together, but two lovers who had already taken the depths, ran to their duty to the head of it all, moving between the insanity, branded in armors, uniforms and their chosen weapon as beginning force. All ten took to the trees, following the prophesied two.

 “Move in! Remember that the St. Mark will give us a sign to see if we cannot hear!” João called as one of the leading members of an infantry. Pookie flew to him, nodding to all that he shall act when ready. He turned to the trees, spotting his master far, taking direction towards him ready to protect. They all saw charmingly as he spun and transformed to his large and ferocious form, quite a beauty to spark belief and power, diving forward, ready to begin.

 The armies began their own plunge into the forest, with shouts and roars that replaced the echoes of shattering in the valley.

 What was usually a long thread, Feliciano had rushed himself quick enough to be able to reach the very edge in a matter of a few minutes. There was the blankness he had remembered…indeed the same…and nothing else. There was no other men, no other roars but of his own people, who still hadn’t reached, leaving him alone to search, to find darkness out of its confide. He reached a hand to test if the field was truly gone and indeed his hand could go on and on, forward to the fortress of mountains, a blizzard now freer to expand.

 Then where was Khaos? Where was the start of menace?

 He began a pace around the field, hoping to find the placement of the orbs, hoping to fix it. It only took a single further glance, and he could already see it sprung, smoke rising, and pieces spread. There was someone, leaning to one of the surviving large pillars, an item on his hand that he kept throwing into the air and letting it fall back in his hand, calmed and nonchalant to what was coming. As Feliciano came closer, the features began to be more visible, a familiarity that began to be terrorizing, and yet Feliciano managed to push himself, wanting to face, wanting, if he could, defeat that second.

 “Ah, Feliciano, so nice to see you again! That cape looks rather divine on you,” Khaos complimented, with a smile and starting a stride forward that to anyone could be friendly, but Feliciano knew, stunned and shaking.

 He couldn’t do anything, not even a word or scream as Khaos took sitting in a broken pillar he brought forward, collected as if this was a sitting at a park. Khaos waited with a smirk and Feliciano remained in the same standing he had met him in. The shouts of the people well sang around the field even if they couldn’t see them, yet Khaos remained unfazed about them, only staring at Feliciano, who began a clenching of his hands, hoping for magic, hoping for a sort of guidance that could give him the lead to attack.

 “So?” Khaos was getting slightly impatient at not being responded to.

 “What are you doing here?”

 Khaos was rather astounded at this very direct question and response. “Can I not be here?”

 “No…you’re not supposed to.”

 “Technically I’m still in the field.”

 “No…” Feliciano raised a trembling hand, pointing, knowing exactly where the field was supposed to start and end, Khaos sitting right well between it. “You are not.” An anger began to light up in Feliciano, like fire, like power, a spark that was so much like Augusta and Khaos responded as nonchalant, like a joke, like he was still facing a mere child. He did well to imagine that very infant Augusta he had known. Innocent, unknowing, weak and easy to manipulate.

 Khaos stood in demand and fear, a standing he had remembered taking well to scold Augusta in, coming forward, even leaning slightly to be at Feliciano’s level, close to see tinges of fear in the Queen of Hearts, in those lovely colors that made him vibrant and beautiful. Khaos brought forward a clenched hand, dropping an item that Feliciano caught quickly, feeling a dark stone, clean and smoothed despite all the evil harbored in it. The color and power he knew could only come from his beloved…and he had remembered him using this very stone against this menace, saving him from hungry clutches and granting enough of a defeat to escape.

 “Took me a while but your beloved prince left an amazing tool. Apparently only something of a royal’s power, no matter the simplicity, is enough take apart the field, especially one so darkened and belonging to a mere prince. He hasn’t even come to his full power and yet I have already made use of him.”

 “He’s a King.” Feliciano gripped and took the stone, hoping he could break it and blow the shards at him.  

 Khaos shrugged, “his title won’t really matter. When I take control of things, I might feel like leaving him a prince…if I plan to keep him alive that is.”

 “I won’t let such a thing happened,” Feliciano let his harbored determination illuminate strong.

 Khaos let out a chuckle, “then prove yourself.”

 Before Feliciano could respond, a shard flew well in front of the Dark King, widening those darkening eyes, a single little slash at the point of his nose, in only half a second landing well in entrance and standing on the snow.

 “He won’t be alone,” was the voice that joined, a Heartian King presented like a gentleman figure, honored even if in his war uniform. Soon after, one by one, the once King of the Dark Kingdom was presented to all the present royals, decorated in their own colors, shows of progress in their seals, protected in powerful shields to compare to his power he could tell, brandishing different weapons and spells ready to release and start. Even the smallest, Lili Zwingli, Queen of the Diamond Kingdom, showed menace and wielded in her hands a spell.

 Surprise was clear in his face, mainly at the suddenness of all of them presented, not shared to the rest of the armies who began their approach, being seen, yet still, waiting for the proper word.

 Khaos stood alone, easy to take, like a sure victory that they could take in a matter of minutes without even having to use their men and women. They all took a single step forward, testing what seemed like a simplicity. It didn’t pass unnoticed to Khaos, who chuckled, not moved, the cold intensifying his laughter, loud and boisterous throughout the now open field, shivers in its echo that spread to even the soldier in the furthest back of the crowds.

 “How quaint! It’s adorable, it’s childish, it’s-” he was thrown over, with a single punch cladded in blue strength, taking a harsh landing deep in the further snow, startling him intensely, but not hurting, not even a bruise…especially when Alfred had used a powerful spell.

 Arthur smiled behind him, knowing how Alfred was still adjusting to using magic. It was a big difference then already settling on his guns.

 “Gods, let’s just fight and get this over with!”

 Yao was ready to bring another blow to add, his staff ringing beautifully even if it was soon to arise deadly blue fires.

 “Ragazzi…” Feliciano called, stepping forward in an acceptive space they all gave him, “it is my duty to face him.”

 “We will not let you alone,” Roderich said, looking so tall as he wielded a large and heavy sword.

 “Do what you need to. We’ll be right here if anything,” Ludwig smirked and in it Feliciano could see a whole thriving world.

 “Ah, but you’re only sending me but a boy-” he hadn’t said much as Feliciano didn’t waste a moment to advance, a large swing with a reddening field that pushed in smoke and hardship. He already stood so proudly as the spell was finished, while Khaos continued to cough in the ground.

 There was still so much to do, but Feliciano smiled knowing that he managed that stand he had practiced so much to do and especially while facing Khaos.

 This was already starting out pretty well.

 He breathed, he clapped his hands, decorating himself in fire, marks brandishing across his skin, calling what he was, an Ace and a hero to expect. From that gathered fire, he pierced the ground and used it to move quicker, anytime fire to arise and burn. He began a fighting dance with Khaos, who already looked so exhausted as he ducked and moved avoiding every crack, throw and even kick or punch Feliciano could manage. It was quite a show that left all to only stare in awe, occasionally tripping or falling whenever either of the fighting figures used something strong enough to shake the very ground.

 Khaos used a ring spell, wanting to spread it, in it thunders of pain and reactors surely to bring all in the area to their knees and instantly defenseless. Feliciano worked quick to take and break it, swinging it in impressive strength across the field, bringing it down to the ground, another shake, Khaos took another fall and it granted more anger. He already looked so eldered and sickened as he struggled to stand, but managing to call forward, loud words in the language of darkness that none could understand, and none would be expectant of. Before they could even react, from the snow, like blooming plagues, darkened men came, armored and readied in weapons as their enemies. Kiku shouted, but spared a kick to go along, throwing off the first darkened soldier, starting a beginning of smiles and confidence with the royals.

 “For the four kingdoms!” Roderich raised his sword high, with it a lamp of green extending to the sky, a signal for all to see and know.

 “Brethren, attack!” Abasi shouted, riding along with his people, commencing and signaling with a light spell, its shine strong enough to already disintegrate some of the soldiers, not being exposed to White Kingdom magic in so long.

 “Charge!” Lien, leading a group of the Spadian High Protection Squadron, shouted along, the first to crash and meet the beginning wave, already slashing and cutting with the sharp edges of their swords. Priya moved swiftly between, blowing them away in spells, holding them in air enough for the Vikings, these led by Emil, to pierce with their spears and weapons. Zuma crashed bare hands into fully armored heads, destroying and pulverizing with pure spells of the White Kingdom. Young Soo, who was near as he did this, couldn’t help but stare in wonder, wishing to do the same, so he went on. Sure his disintegrating not as intense as he didn’t posses such power from the deceased kingdom, but it was winning and diminishing enemy numbers. Sefina and Nadia moved between a mist they created together, using the dark men’s blindness to choke and kick in quick submission. They let it fall when it got too large and they needed larger numbers to attack. Ivan came to lead well his more rough and large looking soldiers to traverse the field, their stature enough to run over easily, victorious chants to last. Francis, ever so elegantly and suave, swirled with a beautiful sword, deadly if even how shinning and clean he looked…like he wasn’t battling surrounded by the most gruesome men. This kept them all distracted by the show in the center field, by the height of the Darkened King and the Heartian Queen, flying and exploding with mere swings of strong swords they now used.

 In one fault, Feliciano was hurled downward, the pain choking, parts of his clothes burning…but all he cared about watching were the gloves, which luckily remained intact.

 “Torrente!” He suddenly called, focused on making it loud. Khaos laughed, finding it useless as Feliciano was nearing the ground and nothing had occurred.

 Kandake was the first to response, throwing high a white capsule she kept. Lukas threw his own, as did Tino, Haris, Tulio, Vash and six more different soldiers they had chosen, spread in a perfect circle around the battling field. They were small and singular in their distance, looking plain and useless. Khaos hadn’t even noticed them.

 “Cover!” Abasi shouted.

 “Quick! Quick! Quick!” Carlos joined in warning, riding and rapidly informing. It was the only thing Khaos had turned to notice and when he gazed back to his opponent, Feliciano bared a teasing smirk. He whispered a simple spell, extending his hands rather beautifully, stars of white coming out, each reaching a capsule and instantly there were strong winds, brushing, intensifying and clearing the area. It combined with the once trapped blizzard, growing and making the sudden storm they made the true fear they intended. Luckily, with aid of the winds Feliciano could control, he landed well on the ground, kneeling down and letting the grey, the snow, the hits that blew all across, deal with the darkened King…which he could not find now, lost surely in the torrents.

 It became too powerful to take, Feliciano not being able to stand from his guarded spot, between hills of snow and shells and remains of weapons and spells that had been used.

 “Feliciano!” Came the call and the Queen found the company of his King, kneeling well with him, sword with darkened remains of those he had slain, cuts on his uniform and skin and unruly hair. He breathed heavily, taking this encounter as a small rest, as a hold to his beloved that he couldn’t help but worry over even as he had defended and fought well. Feliciano took it no matter, embracing him strongly and wishing this all could be just this, Ludwig’s scent, his arms and love and nothing else.

 “Your majesties!” Luis had come, kneeling and crawling in defense. He was Alfred’s older brother and one of the princes of Spades. He too shone with proofs of battle, but yet as determined to inflict more. “All are taking cover as you commanded. We see no sign of more darkened men and fire seems to have ceased,” he informed.

 “Tell them to still be cautious and wary. Ciarán must still be working on the endurance spell for us and we cannot really fight well until he’s done.”

 One of Arthur’s older brothers, another powerful magician aiding.

 “You’re all doing an amazing job! Please let everyone know that,” Feliciano seemed desperate.

 “Will do!” Luis saluted away, intending to send his message between hiding and trying to fight the strong winds that reigned. Ludwig and Feliciano remained watchful on him, until a darkened light caught the corner of their eyes, they turned to the field again, activity in the blankets of snow and the blistering wind.

 Darkened cracks, looking like lightning, exploding and bursting like lava, until in its very center this volcano was shown, evil, with strong menace and a presenting that was different from the Khaos they had known. Marks, oozing hideously, crooked smile and eyes, an elongated figure with claws at every end that was the image of true nightmare. Ludwig and Feliciano began to stand, taking last comforts in the robes they still kept for the cold and a hold of their hands. They were not going to be afraid, they were going to show to their people that they could all be brave no matter what presented and what blew around them.

 As those evil gleaming eyes laid on them, the Heartian King and Queen felt the strength of Ciarán’s spell, the winds now not pushing them so harshly, everything clearer, the cold not so intense and they could expose greater between flying debris in bright red and golden colors, the powerful image to get all around to stand and begin once again, especially with the aid of a storm around them.

 “Do you have your sword ready?” Feliciano reminded.

 Ludwig unsheathed the royal weapon, beautiful, artistic, but the blade edged with danger and death. “What about your shield?”

 It was small, Feliciano being able to take it from his belt, using a simple spell to make it grow, the great symbol of a St. Mark presented, as elegantly and gorgeous as his husband’s sword. It was in that very moment that Pookie landed behind them, proud, roaring strong, taking position and waiting for his masters’ begin.

 They moved only slightly forward, enough to leave whatever defend of snow, exposing themselves true.  

 “For Glory…” Ludwig started in a simple whisper.

 “For Honor…” Feliciano joined in the same light.

 "For Riches…”

 “For the Gods…” each phrase was more a facing forward.

  “For Hearts!” They shouted high those last words, gaining speed and ready to face darkness itself.

 Khaos smirked so widely and fearsome, but to Ludwig and Feliciano, it was nothing that they weren’t ready to handle.

[ua-miruko]

[8/6]

ua-miruko 2:30 PM

@ua-todoroki @ua-kaibara @ua-mar SUP LITTLE BITCHES you're mine now 🔥 🤪 🔥

ua-todoroki 2:30 PM

Oh.

ua-miruko 2:30 PM

YEP! OH!!

You're rollin' with TEAM MIRUKO NOW

Now we got a few objectives I wanna explain, but the most important one? KICK EVERYONE'S ASS

And when I say everyone, I MEAN

EVERYONE

... But especially Hawks' team

ALSO Endeavor's. I wanna run him into the groooound

ua-todoroki 2:33 PM

I can do that...

ua-miruko 2:36 PM

yeah, you better 😈

ua-todoroki 2:37 PM

:/...

ua-miruko 2:39 PM

oh, c'mon... you don't got more to say than that???

ua-todoroki 2:40 PM

Idk what to say.

It's good to be working with you.

ua-miruko 2:40 PM

good to be workin with you too! you were on of my requests so i'm glad the good ol gov was lookin out for once!! 😤😤

yer rly strong so i'mma be expecting a lot from you 👀

ua-todoroki 2:41 PM

Was I? Huh.

I'll do my best.

ua-miruko 2:43 PM

yeahyeah... didn't want anyone who'd hold me back and you almost won your festival way back when, yeah?

ua-todoroki 2:44 PM

Yeah.

ua-miruko 2:46 PM

yeah...

ua-kaibara 2:46 PM

Right..

ua-miruko 2:46 PM

aha! another one 👀 sup kid

you i don't know shit about lol

ua-kaibara 2:48 PM

Not surprising

ua-miruko 2:50 PM

tell me bout yerself?

what's ya quirk like

ua-kaibara 2:51 PM

I'm Kaibara Sen, one of UA's students but that's.. mostly obvious I think most of this program is UA students. My Quirk is Gyrate. I can basically just.. rotate my body parts like a drill. It's mostly useful for hand-to-hand but I wear metal gloves so I can use my hands as legitimate drills also..

ua-miruko 2:53 PM

🤔 interesting.....so yer a close combat kinda guy, yeah?

ua-kaibara 2:53 PM

Primarily, yeah

ua-miruko 2:53 PM

....you ever get flung through the air?

ua-kaibara 2:53 PM

Yes

ua-miruko 2:53 PM

EXCELLENT

ua-kaibara 2:53 PM

I am kind of scared to ask why

ua-miruko 2:54 PM

cuz im gonna fuckin fling you like a dart, that's why!!

ua-todoroki 2:54 PM

She'll probably do that to you.

Yeah.

ua-miruko 2:54 PM

listen, whatever ya gotta do to add more POWER to yer attacks, i expect ya to do

so, thermo?? you gon be doing a lot of flinging too

ua-todoroki 2:55 PM

I can help transport people with my ice, but it takes a bit of getting used to.

ua-miruko 2:55 PM

expect yall to practice that on your own, then!

ua-todoroki 2:55 PM

Yeah.

ua-miruko 2:56 PM

i do a lot of fighting and we'll be doin a lot of training together but i ain't gonna hold your hands the whole way

ua-kaibara 2:56 PM

I thought we were learning about heroics, not flying

ua-todoroki 2:56 PM

We'll need to be careful about how our quirks interact.

ua-kaibara 2:56 PM

...that's a joke

It didn't come off as one I don't think

ua-miruko 2:56 PM

....work on your humor, kid

ua-kaibara 2:56 PM

It'll be dry as ever by the end of this

ua-miruko 2:57 PM

you got a pretty huge shot, thermo, so our job will be makin sure to dodge yer shit....

nice nice

ua-todoroki 2:57 PM

Yeah.

You could also mess with my ice if you stomped the ground, I think. Shatter it.

ua-miruko 2:58 PM

oh fuck yeah.... 👀

ua-todoroki 2:58 PM

So we'll have to be careful about that.

ua-miruko 2:58 PM

nah i WANT that

that's a fuckin great combo

ua-todoroki 2:58 PM

Oh. Really?

ua-miruko 2:58 PM

stomp on your ice, send a whole STORM of ice shards out to kill EVERYONE

ua-todoroki 2:58 PM

I guess ice is sharp.

Huh.

ua-miruko 2:58 PM

we can call it SHATTER STORM

or somethin

HELL YEAH COMBOS

ua-todoroki 2:59 PM

I've never used it like that...

ua-miruko 2:59 PM

yeah!! you got a pretty basic way of using your quirk, i wanna force ya to do it in new fun ways

ua-todoroki 3:00 PM

Still. If I'm trying to capture a villain and you shatter all of it, we could lose them...

It'll be interesting.

ua-miruko 3:00 PM

yeahyeahyeah, we'll see what happens

ANYWAY

yall, we got a few days before we officially start but if ya got time, i wanna test you out a bit

spar with me 👀

ua-todoroki 3:01 PM

Sure.

When?

ua-miruko 3:01 PM

and everyone else too! expecting to fight you all before the week is done

whenever you're free! my schedules clear the next few days

ua-todoroki 3:01 PM

So is mine.

ua-miruko 3:02 PM

👀 awesome

ua-mar 3:09 PM

Wow! A high ranking hero! To think I finally see you in the flesh! I’m Alta Valentine of 2-B and it’s a pleasure and absolute honor to be here! 😸

Ahaaa, this is the first time a hero has called me such a name.......... BUT I PROMISE I WONT LET YOU DOWN 😤😤💪

ua-miruko 3:12 PM

damn, that's a name....yer a second year! interesting!

tell me yer quirk? ua-mar 3:15 PM

My quirk is called Marble! I can amplify the strength, endurance, and speed on anyone I leave contact on for 5 minutes! I can’t amplify their quirks however. But it’s great for long distances if we’re separated!

ua-miruko 3:16 PM

... No shit???

Holy fuck

ua-mar 3:16 PM

......but once I use it.....I get slower 😅

ua-miruko 3:16 PM

🤔 i see

imma need one of those baby backpacks for you then...

what's it like with multiple peeps?

ua-mar 3:16 PM

......baby backpacks😳?

ua-miruko 3:17 PM

yeah! i can just carry ya quick if ya get too slow!

ua-mar 3:18 PM

Oh.....if you say so 😅 

My limit is about 4 people

ua-miruko 3:19 PM

niceeeeee.....

ua-mar 3:20 PM

I hope I can be a great assistance to you all! 💪

ua-miruko 3:22 PM

im thinkin ya will!!!

hold up yall, suddenly we got a newcomer....

@s-inasa GET IN HERE

s-inasa 3:23 PM

IM SORRY MA'AM

IM TERRIBLY SORRY FOR MY TARDINESS

WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN

ua-miruko 3:23 PM

BETTER NOT OR I'LL KICK YA ASS

s-inasa 3:24 PM

YES MA'AM!

ua-miruko 3:25 PM

AWESOME

ua-todoroki 3:25 PM

Oh...

ua-miruko 3:29 PM

not rly familiar with you either so!! tell me bout yourself when yer ready!

we were talkin some preliminary quirk combo techniques and also discussing how we're gonna do some sparring before the week is through!

s-inasa 3:34 PM

IM YOARASHI INASA, MA'AM, FROM SHIKETSU HIGH!

MY QUIRK IS BEING ABLE TO CONTROL THE WIND! 

ID LOVE TO SPar..

Todoroki...!

ua-miruko 3:35 PM

THE WIND, HUH 👀

... yall know each other?

s-inasa 3:38 PM

We...do.

ua-todoroki 3:38 PM

Yeah.

Hi.

ua-miruko 3:38 PM

....uh? why yall so awkward all of a sudden lol

ua-todoroki 3:38 PM

:/...

ua-miruko 3:38 PM

yall got bad blood or something?

ua-todoroki 3:39 PM

It's kind of complicated.

s-inasa 3:39 PM

...very complicated.

ua-todoroki 3:39 PM

It's ok.

Hopefully this will help.

ua-miruko 3:39 PM

...right

listen, yall can talk it out if you want or leave it at the door but i'm telling yall now, i dont care for anything getting in the way of this lol

s-inasa 3:40 PM

It..wont interfere, ma'am!

ua-miruko 3:40 PM

better not 😌

cuz if it does yall are cleaning toilets instead

s-inasa 3:41 PM

NOTHING WILL GET IN THE WAY MA'AM!!

ua-miruko 3:43 PM

good to hear!!

OH SHIT so if you're a windy boy, that means... you can do a lot of flinging, huh 👀

s-inasa 3:44 PM

I can make anyone fly ma'am! And make tornadoes!

I control currents too!

ua-miruko 3:44 PM

PERFECT

aiight so torpedo, yer gonna be makin powerdrill fly a LOT

you'll be helping me get some air too, i bet 😤 NICE

s-inasa 3:46 PM

Anything you say ma'am!

ua-miruko 3:47 PM

nice........with enough air we can use that shit to break through  into any building, heh...

oh FUCK YEAH we gon do some DAMAGE

ua-todoroki 3:49 PM

We can also combine our quirks well.

ua-miruko 3:50 PM

yeah!!!

want as many combos as we can get in here!

make sure each of ya practice with the power up princess too, s'gonna feel weird

suddenly doin your thang with a big ol boost all of a sudden

ua-mar 3:51 PM

Wow! Everyone is so impressive! 😯

ILL TRY MY HARDEST MIRUKO 😤👍

ua-miruko 3:52 PM

💪 😤

ua-mar 4:07 PM

Oh! Miruko Sensei! Forgive me for asking this late, but what kind of training will you put us through?

ua-miruko 4:08 PM

eh...we'll see as we go along but it'll be the general shit... weight training, quirk training... might be a surprise but i do a lot of covert shit

so yall will get a nice lil crash course on that as well

get familiar with all the protocol of doin more public patrols versus shit like stake-outs

....LOTS of beating people up tho

arrests and shit!! it'll be exciting!

if you can keep up, heh

ua-mar 4:13 PM

Oh! I see! I was asking to see the difference in Japanese internships and American internships!! So we’ll cover the whole lot? That is exciting!

ua-miruko 4:13 PM

pretty much lol

ua-mar 4:13 PM

And I may be slow ,  but it’s too soon to be underestimating 😏

ua-miruko 4:14 PM

😤 good!

ua-miruko 9:16 PM

... OI nearly forgot

when yall stop by, go get yourselves situated with the staff, they'll get you all set up at the agency

give you ID cards and all the shits

those cards will give ya access to my agency whenever ya want!! you'll love it, i got a gym set up and EVERYTHING

so feel free to hang out whenever ya want 👀

ua-todoroki 9:22 PM

Oh... That's cool.

ua-miruko 9:22 PM

yeah!! got a fun lounge too, super fuckin tricked out

s-inasa 9:23 PM

A gym?? Great!

ua-mar 9:24 PM

Tricked out , huh? 😯🤔

ua-miruko 9:24 PM

i expect yall in there a bunch 👀

MHM.....got a TV and a bar and the works!!

.....yall cant go into the bar 😡😡😡

ua-mar 9:28 PM

Ack! Miruko Sensei! You can trust us that we won’t trespass into certain areas and focus on our main objective! 😅

ua-miruko 9:29 PM

yeah you better 😡 😤 listen i like a good party too, but we save partying for AFTER we beat the bad guy

s-inasa 9:29 PM

DOES THE BAR HAVE PROTEIN SHAKES

ua-miruko 9:31 PM

BITCH WHO DO YOU THINK I AM

OF COURSE

ua-mar 9:35 PM

So we can go near the bar, but only for protein drinks?

ua-miruko 9:35 PM

... YEAH!!!

s-inasa 9:35 PM

YEAH!

ua-mar 9:44 PM

Understood then! Protein drink are the only exception! If you don’t mind me asking, is there anything you recommend we work on specifically? Any skills that can be learned from you 🤔 ?

ua-miruko 9:46 PM

good question!! you're real perceptive, i like that 👀 

my style is more close-to-middle range... mostly like to brawl but my PUNCH is PACKIN and my KICK can send fuckers 'cross the country!!!!

so if there's ANYTHING SPECIFIC yall are learnin from me, it's how to kick the shit outta someone LOL

imma make the two of yall who are more used to long range attacks focus more on your bodies while the rest of you work on your OWN power... finding ways to make yourself larger, faster, STRONGER!

🤔  what's also important to me tho... is the environment and the advantages or disadvantages you'll be facing

withstanding the heat, the cold.... dealin with heights and the underground... it's all shit i deal with regularly

yall are probably gonna end up everywhere but underwater lol

ua-mar 9:55 PM

Hmmm. Intriguing. You are certainly strong and intense when it comes to an all out brawl. And I’m guessing you’re just as swift and agile making you quite the one not to provoke at all. With you’re ranking, your skills and experience must be incredibly well rounded and fluid 🤔 

I trust that you will indeed make us more stronger ☺️!

I only ask that you absolutely don’t hold back and don’t underestimate us! 💪

ua-miruko 10:06 PM

hold back? nahhhhhh...

the goal here is to have yall beggin for mercy... 😈

ua-mar 10:12 PM

Oh goodie!~ Well we hope to learn and apply the same 😇! Only from the best! Once again, it’s an honor that to intern with you Miruko Sensei ☺️!

ua-miruko 10:14 PM

you too, kid!

ua-todoroki 10:18 PM

Good luck with that.

[mavda]

Melted

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Ch.52: The hole

Link offered his hand to Zelda and helped her walk down the hill.

"Try to have someone get you out of the Castle while I'm not here, all right?"

"You won't mind?"

Link stopped to let Zelda catch up to him and kissed her cheek, "Of course not."

Zelda squinted her eyes at him, "Sneaky."

"Me?", Link mocked, "I wonder who was the one that made Dotour change his mind?"

Zelda feigned innocence, "He is a rational man, Link, he just came around."

Link laughed and let himself drop to the ground. Zelda clasped her hands and looked down at him.

"I have a gift for you."

Link raised his head and scoffed, "It's not my birthday."

Zelda rummaged through her dress, grabbing pockets Link was surprised existed, "It's for my peace of mind, mostly."

Link smiled and waited. Zelda had something on her hand and looked pensive. "Since you are going near Termina, I thought it wouldn't hurt to have some extra protection."

Zelda moved slowly, as they always did when they closed the gaps to the other. Zelda sat between Link's legs and grabbed his hand, "You only have to break it for it to work."

Link felt a ball in his hand, Zelda retreated her hands and put them on Link's leg. "It looks like jewelry," Link let it roll in his hand and its golden color changed, it was a whirlwind and a sea, shining and warm, "Magic?"

Zelda nodded, "My protective barrier," Link looked at her, worried she would be left without her power, "It will only work for a minute or so and it will encapsulate everything in a three meter radius, so be careful when you use it." Link was still frowning, "I just spent a fraction of magic and I'm fine already, you don't have to worry."

Link looked at the shining ball in his hand, "You don't have to worry."

Zelda nodded and let her head rest on Link's shoulder.

Link encircled Zelda in his arms and breathed her in. "Can I have a kiss before I go?"

Link would have liked to come alone. But Robert had whined and told him that it would look way too overconfident if he did so, and Link agreed, so Robert came along.

Ashei had found them at the stables. It had been short, "I'm coming with you," and she was gone. Link had sighed in defeat and Robert was starting to wonder it it had been a good idea to tag along.

Last had been Loran, she had found them last, right before they set foot outside. She stood in her armor, with a bag at her shoulder that screamed usage. Link had tried to argue, but Loran had told him that she hadn't accepted his money and that he owed her.

Link made Loran promise that this would make them even but the woman had smirked and raised a shoulder saying, "Sure, whatever."

Whatever was the worst.

It hadn't been a day and Loran already wanted to spar. Ashei had given Robert a pointed look, but Robert had raised his hand in apology, "Spare me, please."

Link had jumped in immediately, "Let's have both of you come at me at the same time," the sooner this was over the better.

Ashei trotted with a skip to them and Loran sneered, "Cocky, huh?"

Link was already too tired to argue back, and by the way Loran was smiling she just found his attitude funny.

Link smirked, "Whatever."

Loran was laughing when she dived in to attack.

It was tiring, but the longer they fought the more Link thanked the fact they had wanted to spar.

Ashei was the first to throw her hands up and leave the fight. She had left with a warning, "We better get moving if we want to be in Termina by the end of the week."

Loran stopped soon after, satisfied and with a grin that betrayed joy, "Let's go, Hero."

Link would have liked to come alone.

It was sunny and though Link would mock anyone who asked him if travelling with people was better, the banter that surrounded him was comforting.

It had started as a tingling in his stomach he mistook for hunger. It crept up and down his body and before the rest of the party turned to look at him he knew this was magic.

"Hey, Link, you okay?"

Link's throat was tight and he found himself in all fours the next second.

Loran screamed to be prepared immediately and Link thanked Hylia she had come with them.

"Link!?" Robert was walking to him and the only thing he could do was howl.

He was transforming. Back to his Twilight form. His wolf form.

Now.

He hadn't even touched the stone, so how?

Another howl.

Loran frowned and looked at Link's writhing form, "Magic," she spat.

Uncontrollable. Powerful. Dangerous.

And Link seemed to be transforming into something.

Robert intercepted her and Loran could see Ashei looking around.

"Loran, buddy-"

"Move."

"-Link is just suffering from something and I'm getting worried about the grip you have in your sword."

Loran could finish Robert in a second, but she had become fond of him, "Move."

Ashei pointed to the sky, "We have company, get ready!"

Loran remembered the monsters that had attacked the Castle, how people in the surrounding areas had talked about them falling from the sky. Monsters were one thing, monsters cast by magic was another. They were grosser than she remembered. She stepped next to one faster than Ashei and swung her sword through its neck. The monster fell limp for a second but got back to its feet the next moment. Loran frowned.

As Loran jumped back, Ashei shouted to her, "We have to take them down all at once!"

All at once, Loran looked around, there were three, so fine. "Robert!"

"On it!"

Loran dodged the back claw of the monster, "Ready!?"

Ashei and Robert shouted back and they swung in unison.

The monsters fell and disintegrated in black squares and rectangles that changed form and went back to the hole they had come from. And then Link screamed and a new set of monsters fell.

Loran sighed, "Robert go make Link shut up, if you have to cut his throat then just do it."

Robert ran back to Link the moment a black-bodied serpent-looking monster put eyes on him, "Cut his throat, she says," Link was roaring to the dirt, "Hey, buddy, I need you to chill out, you hear me?"

Robert kneeled beside Link and turned him around. There were golden marks around his face and arms and Robert had to shake off his need to yell for help, "Oh, right, you're shining, great, that's lovely. Magic, great, of all things."

Link bit the air like an animal and Robert slapped him hard, "Get a hold of yourself, you hear me!?" Link looked dazzled for a second, "There are monsters here and I can't have you calling for more, all right!?" Robert looked to the side and the last wave was already done for, Loran had grabbed one monster and threw it to another, Robert shivered.

And Link roared to the sky.

Ashei looked to the up, where a gaping black hole filled the sky, bigger in size to the other two. "That can't be good."

A new bundle of monsters fell and Ashei shouted in unison with Loran, "Robert, do something!"

Robert glared at Link, "Come on, what do I have to do?" Robert touched Link's marking, tried to ask him for help while rummaging in search of something when he touched that shard that had once stung him. It was a gut feeling that made him grab the mirror and flung it as far away as he could. "I swear, if that thing is what's calling for monsters, I'm gonna lose it," the shard was hot but it didn't sting him. Link kept on writhing on the ground. "What? You have something else? For Hylia's sake." Robert took Link's bag and ran far away from Link, "I don't have time to search inside this, buddy."

Link's screaming subsided, his markings faded and when Robert looked to Ashei and Loran they were silent and looking down at something.

Ashei kicked the black arm, it was the size of her entire length and Loran's silence was telling, "Well, this can't be good."

[rhagfyre]

A Campus of Pirates and Scholars - Chapter 1

tags; @darlingfireheart | word count; 2,522

A piercing sound rung through her ears as Feyre Archeron woke up to the sound of her not-so-lovely alarm clock. Still half-asleep, she smashed her hand down on the top, pressing the off button. Laying in her bed, Feyre savoured the silence, her one moment to herself before her day began. She got up and rubbed her face, letting out a small groan as she stretched. Picking her phone up from the bedside table, she checked the time. 8:00 am. Perfect. She had an hour to get to her first class, which just so happened to be a 5 minute walk from her dorm. Convenient. Feyre looked at herself in the full length mirror she had on her wall. Wearing plaid pyjama pants, a tank top and a messy bun, she didn’t look terrible. In fact, her boyfriend Tamlin had told her that many times. Shaking away any thoughts of Tamlin, Feyre trudged out into the main living/kitchenette area of the dorm room. Her roommates door was closed, as per usual. Since the beginning of the year, she’d only seen the girl twice. Once, while moving in, and again when the girl came out to complain that Feyre and her friends were too loud. Sighing, she opened the small fridge, pulling out an apple and a bottle of orange juice. She brought the snacks back into her room, kicking the door shut behind her. She set the juice down on her desk and took a bite of the apple, enjoying it’s sweetness. Her phone buzzed and she walked over to see what it was. A text from Tamlin.

Tamlin: Hey, why didn’t you text me when you got up this morning?

Feyre rolled her eyes and didn’t answer. She’d deal with him later. As she walked over to her closet, her phone buzzed again, but she ignored it, rifling through her clothes. After she had changed into a pair of black leggings, a white t-shirt and a long army green cardigan, she walked over to her phone. Another text from Tamlin.

Tamlin: I know you’re up. Your first class is at 8. Don’t ignore me.

Feyre let out an agonized groan and picked up her phone to message him back.

Feyre: Sorry. Got distracted.

Tamlin: Whatever. Don’t do it again. I’m meeting you at 9 outside your class.

Of course he’d respond immediately. Feyre clenched her jaw as she read his text. She was getting fed up with his behaviour. Shaking her head, she responded.

Feyre: Can’t. Having coffee with Nesta.

Except she wasn’t. But technically she wasn’t lying. Not exactly. Her sister had asked if she wanted to meet up for coffee, but Feyre had declined, explaining that she had to work on a paper for her Art History class. Her phone buzzed.

Tamlin: Fine. Then I’m coming to your dorm at 5. We’ll go to dinner. Dress nice.

Feyre rolled her eyes. She didn’t particularly feel inclined to see him at all, but knew that if she refused he’d get even more pissed off. She sighed, texting back.

Feyre: K. See you later

Suppressing the anxiety of the approaching dinner, she took a few deep breaths. Heading over to her mirror, she grabbed her makeup bag along the way. She never wore much makeup; she felt it unnecessary. Tamlin said she looked better without it anyways. And it was always better to keep him happy. He never hit her, but he had a temper. She shook the thought away and reached in the bag to pull out her mascara, applying a few coats to her eyelashes. She followed up with some highlighter along her cheekbones and nose, and a coat of a nude-pink lipstick. Checking herself in the mirror, she redid her messy bun and stood, placing the bag back on her nightstand. It was 8:40, and she figured that if she left now she could stop at Starbucks along the way. Pulling on her boots, she grabbed her bag, double-checked she had her laptop and other supplies, grabbed her wallet and phone and headed out the door, locking it behind her. As Feyre made her way down the hall and out into the street, she took a few calming breaths, enjoying the scents of the fall weather. It took her precisely 6 minutes to walk to the coffee shop, 2 to place her order, and 3 more before she left the store and headed to her class. 8:51. It’d take her 5 minutes to get there. As she admired the trees, feyre didn’t pay attention to where she was walking, running smack into a darkly clothed figure. She carefully held her coffee away from her, hoping she didn’t spill any. As she took in the familiar dark clothing, she looked up, not surprised to see Rhysand standing there. She frowned.

“Sorry.” She said, not sorry at all. In fact, she regretted not spilling anything on him. He smirked. She rolled her eyes and tried to push past him, but he grabbed her elbow and spun her around.

“In a rush, Feyre?” He asked, his low voice oddly soothing. She found herself getting lost is his violet and silver eyes, admiring the way they sparkled. Rhysand nudged her to get her attention, jolting her out of her thoughts. She scowled, shaking free of his grip.

“No, I just don’t fancy talking to you.” She retorted, spinning on her heel and walking away. She heaved a sigh of relief when he didn’t pull her back again, but tensed up when she heard his footsteps sounding behind her. She didn’t acknowledge his presence as he began to walk next to her, his hands casually in his pockets. “Why do you feel the need to follow me around like some sort of dog?” she spat, whirling on him, a frustrated gleam in her eyes. His mouth tugged up at the corners, forming a smile that Feyre couldn’t help but admire, though she quickly forced down the feeling and replaced it with anger, waiting for his response.

“Well, every dog needs his master.” He said, his voice low, his smile knowing. Is wrinkled my nose is response.

“Ugh, you’re disgusting.” I groaned, shaking my head. We had finally reached the door to my classroom, and I needed to go in, if not just to escape Rhysand’s company. He gave an all too knowing smirk and held open the door for me. I huffed and walked in, not bothering to thank him for the small gesture. She only glanced back when he said:

“See you later, Feyre” with a gentle smile on his face. It was the smile that stuck with her. She couldn’t understand why such a stuck-up, arrogant asshole would be capable of that genuine of a smile. It nagged her all day, through all her classes, her lunch, and up until she arrived back at her dorm to get ready for her date with Tamlin. It wasn’t the thought of relaxing before dinner, or her anxiety that pushed all thoughts of Rhysand out of her head. It was the package sitting in front of the door. She knew without checking who is was from. The box was the same shape and size as all the other ones, with the same simple envelope stuck on top, her name written in a flowy script. She sighed and she unlocked the door and picked up the box, bringing it into her room. She dropped the box onto her bed and her bag onto the floor, setting her phone down on the nightstand. Sitting next to the box, she pulled the envelope off the top, pulling out the paper inside.

Feyre, For dinner tonight. If you’re not wearing it, I won’t be happy. -Tamlin

She flung the paper and envelope into the trash can and pulled the garment out of the box, revealing a long, deep red dress with a halter top and thigh-high slit. She couldn’t help but adore the garment, its material soft and silky beneath her fingers. She quickly changed into it, standing before her mirror. The dress hugged her curves nicely, and the leg slit was the perfect height. Returning to the box, she pulled out a pair of silver hoop earrings and a matching bracelet. Walking over to her closet, Feyre rummaged through her shoes, easily finding a pair that matched. That was the helpful thing about being with Tamlin; his money was plentiful, meaning she was never short on shoes, dresses or anything he deemed her worthy enough to wear. She used to feel guilty about him spending so much money on her, but after she refused once, she quickly learned not to do so again. Forcing the thought from her head, she returned to the mirror to check her outfit once more, before heading out of her dorm and into the hall. She clicked on her phone, hoping she was early to meet Tamlin outside. She had a few minutes until he told her he’d pick her up, so she walked down to the main entrance, peering out the glass doors. As she spotted his car pulling up, she walked out to greet him, only to find him angrily standing in her face moments later. Confusion filled her face and she stepped back, looking up at him.

“What?” She huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

“I told you I’d meet you at your dorm.” He responded, his voice full of warning. She knew better than to argue with him, instead forcing a sad look onto her face. His expression softened and his body relaxed, his arms slackening at his sides. Gently running a thumb across her cheek, he leaned in and brushed a soft kiss onto her lips. She tried not to shudder at his touch, instead reaching for his hand, Feyre pulled him along to his car where he opened the door for her, shutting it behind her. They drove in silence to the restaurant, pulling up to the front of the building, handing the car keys over to the valet. Feyre couldn’t help but admire the place. It was luxurious, crystal chandeliers and decorative table tops. As Tamlin asked for a table, she took a few deep breaths to steady herself. Only a couple hours at most, and she would be back in her dorm room, watching netflix in her pyjamas. As the waiter led them to a table, Feyre took her seat opposite from Tamlin. He gave her a soft smile, his hand reaching across the table to hold hers. Despite herself, Feyre felt the sides of her mouth tug up into a half-hearted grin. He must have sensed the discomfort in her expression, as he squeezed her hand tighter. She jerked away before the waiter approached, and folded her hands in her lap. The dinner went smoothly, and they had polite but simple conversation. When the waiter came back and asked if they wanted the dessert menu, Feyre opened her mouth to say yes, but Tamlin interrupted her.

“Just the check, please,” he said, shooting a glare in her direction. Frowning, Feyre didn’t object, waiting for the waiter to leave.

“Hey! I wanted dessert!” she argued quietly, not wanting to draw attention to them in the restaurant. Tamlin gave her a disapproving shake of his head.

“Haven’t I told you that you should really watch your weight? We don’t want you getting pudgy now, do we?” he replied, not even trying to keep himself from being condescending.

“My weight is not your concern, Tamlin” she spat, folding her arms across her chest. She was nowhere near being “pudgy,” as he had put it, and so what if she was. It shouldn’t matter to him, or to anyone for that matter. She heaved an agitated sigh, nostrils flaring. Tamlin gave her a sympathetic look.

“But then you won’t be able to fit into any of your dresses, or anything that I’d buy you,”

“Who says I want to fit into any of these dresses?”

“I do. My money, my rules.” Tamlin argued, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. Feyre narrowed her eyes.

“Well maybe I don’t want your money!” She fumed, her voice growing louder. She tried not to notice the faces of the nearby diners turning to her as she stood up from the table, grabbing her purse from the back of the chair. Tamlin shook his head, looking at her as if she was a child. Flustered, she started walking away, but turned back again.

“Know what, asshole?” She seethed, more people turning to thema s her voice grew even louder. “Maybe it’s not just your money. It’s you. I don’t want you. Not anymore!” She continued, her eyes stinging with tears. Tamlin just frowned. “You’re possessive and abusive and a total ass! I hope you fucking rot in hell!” she yelled, turning and storming out of the restaurant, not allowing the tears to start flowing until she had gotten outside. Feyre walked down the sidewalk, heading back in the direction of her dorm. So many thoughts were racing through her head she didn’t notice the familiar figure that approached until he was standing in front of her, blocking her path. Feyre slowly raised her teary eyes to Rhysand, her face red, mascara running down her cheeks. Rhysand’s expression softened as he saw the emotion in her eyes. Without hesitating, the male pulled Feyre in to a tight embrace, his muscled arms holding her close against him as she sobbed. After a few moments, she pulled away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“What’s wrong, Feyre?”

“T-Tamlin,” she stuttered, taking deep breaths. Rhysand’s expression turned cold.

“What the hell did that bastard do to you, Feyre? I’ll beat his ass!” He growled, his voice low.

“N-nothing, he was just being an ass and I finally ended things with him. We were having dinner and he was being ridiculous. Not letting me have dessert because he didn’t want me being ‘pudgy’ and stuff.” She answered, taking more deep breaths to steady herself. She looked up as Rhysand gently grabbed her hand. Her chest tightened, and she gazed into his violet eyes.

“Hey,” he said gently, using his other hand to wipe a few fresh tears from her cheeks. “You did the right thing, Feyre.” he continued, checking his watch.  “Shit” he cursed under his breath.

“What?” Feyre asked, not wanting him to leave.

“I’m meeting some friends down at the docks, and I can’t be late” Feyre tried to hide the disappointment on her face. He squeezed her hand tighter before letting go. “Listen, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, ok? I’d love to stay with you but I just can’t” he said softly, bending down to plant a gentle kiss on the top of her head as he brought her in for another hug. Feyre nodded, her heart beating fast at his touch. “I’ll see you, ok?” he whispered, starting to walk away.

“Ok” she breathed, watching until he had rounded the corner and was out of sight. She wasn’t sure what just happened with him, but somehow, she didn’t mind one bit.

[muldertxf]

Dark Fear, Chapter 1

A case file fic. Mulder and Scully investigate a couple's unique encounter with a spooky black-eyed being in Nevada. Set during season 5.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Bright pink neon bounced excitedly off the face of Dan Lemmings. Propped by one arm against the metal support beam of the rest stop sign, he stood at a slight angle, admiring his surroundings in pure glee. Any other night, he’d have donned a cap out of embarrassment to mask his balding cranium, but tonight was different. The stars were out. A warm, playful breeze dusted the bare ground. He and his wife had just been on a wonderful vacation. An aura of bliss was spread on the air like a lovely thick butter. He basked in it.

“Cheryl, you out yet?” His gaze floated to the bright restrooms, that sat canopied against the neon by a cluster of palm trees. The doors had male and female aliens painted on them coinciding with the sex of the restroom. Nevada crickets chirped merrily against the peaceful backdrop. “Damn,” he mumbled, smiling. If he had to wait out here for another twenty minutes, he wouldn’t be too opposed.

Dan Lemmings’ mind floated to that of baseball. His favorite player was Chuck Finley. Dan visualized himself in the place of Finley. The pale metal support beam he leaned on was a giant baseball bat. The copious trilling that the crickets swarmed him with at that very moment was rapturous applause. The pink flash of neon was a camera’s bulb. He chuckled.

“Danny?” A woman meekly beckoned, emerging from the little aliens’ room. She clacked over to Dan, her purple pumps echoing eagerly off the cooled pavement. She gazed down briefly, straightening out her leather skirt, then smiled at Dan. “Decor never gets old, eh?” She joked, gesturing over to the restroom doors.

After living in Reno, Nevada for nearly 15 years together, one can grow accustomed to the extraterrestrial aesthetic that store owners cling to for tourist money. Dan looked up, his baseball bat falling to the wayside, and the neon sign returning to its normal, non-camera bulb state. The crickets grew less excited.

The woman’s cold, manicured grasp extended out to Dan, and stroked his right cheek. Her eyesight was trained on his forest green parka. A bent, tiny yellow tag stuck out from a bulky sleeve on his parka. “You never pulled the tag off, dear?” She said, batting a lock of bleached blonde hair out of her face. Her heel enhanced height left her at a disadvantaged, and she lobbed them off to her right. The dense plastic clicked against cement. She knelt down a bit, examining the tag. “We can pull that off right here,” The woman said, the r in “right” rolling off her tongue like a mischievous rattlesnake.

The crickets silenced.

Dan gritted his teeth. “Look at me.” The woman ignored him, continuing to fiddle with the tag. He cleared his throat. “I said, look at me.” The choleric tone in his voice ripped voraciously through the bubble of silence like a greedy child. The woman slowly raised her head to meet his. Her eyes were pure black. “Y-you-you’re not. Cheryl. You are not Cheryl!”

Dan Lemmings stumbled backward, further into the small garden he had been standing in that held the sign. Adrenaline strangled him. He gasped sharply against the dry dirt as he collapsed into it, unable to look away from the pool of black that recided in the being’s eye sockets. The thing stood stagnant, flecks of happy pink reflecting in its dark eyeballs. Fear loomed over Dan with an axe at its side, a vengeful grip on the handle. A numbness torpedoed down his spine. With one final vehement sigh, he head dropped with an empty thud to the dirt. He drew his last breath.

The black-eyed being eyed Dan blankly. The man lay motionless among the pushed up daisies that surrounded his body. The small daisies bent around his form in concern, like a team of surgeons quarreling beneath hospital light. Meanwhile, crickets were still shocked into silence.

The being’s gaze finally relinquished the man. With an abrupt flick of the wrist and waist bend, it quickly collected the purple heels. Not-Cheryl dashed with a slight skip outside of the familiar glow of the rest stop, and into the opaque inkiness of the desert. The stars didn’t dare to touch it.

Billboards raced with wispy streaks of clouds, as power lines hopped and leaped cheerily under the overbearing sun. Scully droped her head tiredly with a thump against the rental car’s headrest. She thought back to the Flukeman case that they’d encountered four years ago. She’d take that one in a heartbeat right now, she thought, tapping her manicured digits on the dashboard. Her stomach flip-flopped as they hit a pothole, and her rhythmic tapping snaps Mulder out of his steely squint to see the road.

“We’re in Reno, Nevada, Scully.”

She doesn’t look at him, instead choosing to scratch her damp scalp. Her glance drifts over to the horribly disfigured bumper of the vehicle adjacent to theirs. She wouldn’t be surprised if the disfigurement had happened as a result of the simmering temperature, and not a collision. Her head turned to him, finally. “I can see that, Mulder. I can feel it, too,” She grumbled, a smile hinted at her lips. “You know, just admit it. We’re only out here because of the proximity to Area 51. You could have taken any of the other cases A.D. Skinner recommended to us. But you chose this one.”

Mulder turned back to the bright strip of grey that stretched to the horizon. It was beginning to look almost white to him. “Hey, can I have my sunglasses?”

Scully shuddered internally, because she knew the exact ones he was referring to. The gigantic, obnoxious lensed pair that had a thin navy wire to hold it all together. She rifled through his duffel bag that sat between them, on the dusty floor. Sure enough, between a pair of black dress pants and atop a baby blue t-shirt, lay the wretched pair. He had told her that he thought they oozed a “mysterious appeal.” Scully knew that was Mulder-talk for “I think they make me look like a cool alien.”

Scully let out an exasperated sigh, and tapped the pair to the narrow steering wheel to get his attention. He quickly looked over, then threw them on in relief. “Mysterious?”

“Foolish,” Scully said, unsuccessfully stifling a grin. “Anyway...the case,” She said, now gripping the file that had been carelessly thrown to the floor an hour ago, “A man claims he saw a black eyed being masquerading as his wife while she was in the restroom. The man described a horrible dread washing over him along with a strong sense of fear that he has, quote, ‘never felt before’ un-quote, in his life. He dies on the scene, only to miraculously come to life a day later. His wife never saw a thing.” She looked up from the casefile, and back at her partner once more. “Well, what do you make of this?” Mulder stared ahead at the grey stretch, wordless. “Mulder…”

“In short? I think this casefile is promising for extraterrestrial meat.” Mulder said, popping a sunflower seed into his mouth with his left hand. “The police officer that filed the report also said he was at the scene and saw a bizarre object in the sky, hovering just approximately 50 feet off the ground. This is the stuff of Project Blue Book.”

Scully smiled into her own reflection in the passenger side window. “Please don’t ever utter the words ‘extraterrestrial meat’ in my presence ever again.”

Mulder looked at her again, turning the car into a side street. “What do you think of the man dying of fright, then coming back to life, though? Pretty uncommon, almost supernatural. Like the rising of Jesus. That must interest you from a medical stand-point.”

Buildings and dwellings began to crop up like weeds. The generic desert backdrop began to fade, and in its place, a town began to take form. It was a nice respite from the drab desert scenery, that was for sure.

“Uncommon, yes, supernatural, no.” She side-eyed him, raising an eyebrow. “The massive rush of adrenaline that Dan Lemmings experienced in his fright temporarily stunned his cardiac heart muscle into inaction. Lemmings is also of age 57, and overweight, thus putting him even moreso at risk for this sort of unfortunate occurance. Any highly emotional event whether positive or negative can set this kind of thing off. The human body is amazingly resilient, sometimes it can bounce back even aft--”

“But we don’t know what ‘highly emotional event’ did this to this man,” Mulder interrupted, easing the car into a big, bright neighborhood.

“And you think it’s aliens.”

The tall agent simply offered a shrug. With their trek over, he yanked the keys out of the ignition, threw his long limbs out of the car with a loud sigh of relief, and shot straight up. It felt good to be out of that hot box. He looked back at his partner. The poor-red head drenched in sweat. Her normally tidy, copper locks were now frizzy and damp, and he looked down at the hot pavement, guilty.

She flung open the car door in defeat.

“Well, we should question them now, shouldn’t we?”