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slashers-and-rats · 1 year

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sleeping beauty.

billy lenz x gn!reader | nsfw | con!noncon, somnophilia, thigh fucking

a/n: in this, there’s pre-established kink rules, such as when he can and cannot fuck you while you sleep, but i explain it anyways. just letting you know.

billy was quiet. he was a looming figure in the dark, casting a long shadow over where you laid in bed, the shape stretching across your sleeping form.

billy hadn’t been feeling too good. he had been cooped up in the attic. he didn’t usually sleep there anymore. you had been so kind to him, so soft and caring. you provided him his own bed, his own blankets, his own space to be himself downstairs with the rest of society. the house was big enough for the two of you. you had spare rooms, you had extra food, you had everything billy needed to be a “normal” person. but he wasn’t. he still had days where he crept back up into the attic, hiding away like a rat, scratching at the floorboards and watching you through holes like he used to. he liked the dark, he liked being isolated, he liked being able to tear at his skin and writhe on the floor and spit the most vile words in the comfort of his own… home? room? floor? whatever the attic was to him.

but at some point, he needed to slink his way back down that ladder, he always did. and he always found himself back here, back in your presence.

billy stared at you. you were so unlike him. you were smooth, sweet, soft and plump. like a marshmallow. he reached down, pressing his fingers into the surface of your skin, and watching the indents form. the way his fingertips sunk down against your flesh, it made him feel like he could keep pushing and you’d consume him. he’d love it. he wished he could crawl into your body and stay there, safe and sound inside of your rib cage, right next to your heart. he’d listen to the beating to lull himself to sleep. usually that’s what he did. usually he fell asleep right next to you, skipping over his own bed out of preference for laying with you and cuddling against your chest, listening to the thumping of your heartbeat. today was different.

you shifted in your sleep, rolling over slightly so that your front was more exposed to his prying eyes. billy licked his lips, running his fingers down your arm and over all the hills and valleys of your body. he was hunched over you now, drool dripping down his chin and threatening to land on you. he almost worried that if it did, it would sizzle against your warm skin. he was so cold, and you were so hot. it almost burned to touch you. but it felt so good.

“s-sleeping… sleeping beauty…” he rasped out. he stepped up, until his knees were pressed to the edge of the bed, and grabbed the blanket resting over your bottom half. he was slow as he pulled it down, almost teasing himself. his hands shook as more and more of your skin was exposed. your tummy, then your hips, then your thighs… he followed the blanket with his eyes until there was nothing left covering you. except, your clothes, of course. you had fallen asleep in a baggy old shirt, and some nice panties with a little lace. no pants, he noted, which was good for him. you both had a rule; if billy was rowdy at night and needed you, and you weren’t wearing any pyjama bottoms, he was allowed to play. if you had been, he’d have been barred from touching your delectable form. but you weren’t, so he didn’t have to think of such horrible circumstances.

his fingers darted back up to hook a finger under your waistband, licking his lips hungrily yet again. you didn’t move. you breathed slow and steady, so innocently unaware of the need you instilled in this man. he felt dirty, like a filthy pervert, like he was doing something wrong- but he wasn’t. because you loved it. you wouldn’t have made the rule if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have made sure to wear the sexiest little pair of underwear and expose so much if you didn’t want to tempt him just a little. and it worked.

he leaned down, running his cold hands over your stomach, pushing the fabric of your shirt up so he could reach further up to your chest. his cheek pressed down into your hip, and he groped what he could, a soft moan coming from him. he felt so naughty. the fact he was rock hard against his jeans, just from barely touching you, made him feel like a little slut. he might’ve called you that a lot, hissing it through his teeth and spitting it at you without much control, but it was all a deflection. he was a whore. a whore for you.

he got lost in your scent. it felt like his head was swimming. he pressed his face further into your flesh, moaning out again as he moved to grind against his free palm. now with one hand groping your chest, and the other wrapped around his clothed bulge, he licked at your skin. it made a groan fall past his teeth, and he grazed them over you. he couldn’t help his noises. you felt like a pillow. you felt like everything he had ever wanted. he pressed his teeth down into your hip, and he couldn’t stop the sounds from spilling out of his throat.

there he was now, rutting like a dog against his own hand, licking and biting over any expanse of skin of yours he could find, and letting out guttural and coarse moans into the silent room. and you barely stirred. with every bite, you twitched slightly, and when he rubbed his cheek against the wet spot he created, you would shift slightly as if being moved, but you didn’t wake. he wondered what you dreamed of. he wanted it to be him. he wanted you to be thinking of only him, because that’s what he did. that’s all he ever thought about, and it drove him crazy.

he slid his face down to one of your thighs, pressing into the cushiony flesh there, muffling his groaning and gurgling. his tongue licked a long stripe up towards your sex, and he whimpered when he felt you shudder against him. your legs fell open more. he could barely take it. the way you opened up for him, spread for him, revealed yourself to him as if you were some budding flower. it rocked him. his cock twitched in his pants. it ached. he couldn’t take much more. your skin was so intoxicating. you were the only one who let him touch you, let him explore you, and it was overwhelming.

he gathered himself up, standing back to his hunched position. his breath was heavy and hot, panting, and spit ran down his lips and chin from where he had been mouthing along your body. you looked so pretty in the moonlight.

he reached down, fumbling to take himself out of his jeans. he walked around to the other side of the bed, crawling in behind you while he held his cock in his hand. he laid down right behind you. his chest was against your back, his arms wrapped around your middle so that he could grab at your chest, and his face found its way into the crook of your neck. he breathed in deep. he wanted to be surrounded by you. he was as close as he could get like this, and yet he still wanted to be closer.

he started by rubbing himself against your butt. the fabric of your panties felt surprisingly smooth against his shaft. he whimpered quietly into your shoulder, muttering soft words into your ear. “sleeping beauty… sleeping slut… my slut, all mine… so sweet… feel billy’s cock…? feel it? s’hard… hard for you… hard for billy’s slut… can’t help it…” billy mumbled all this as he began a steady pace against you. he moaned low, open mouth finding your neck again, and sucking on it gently. you stirred a bit, letting out the softest of moans in your sleep. it made him shake. he wanted to hear more of you. he wanted to corrupt whatever sweet dreams you were having, and replace them with the same filthy wants he had.

his hands ran over your front, groping and squeezing what he could find. your chest, your stomach, your thighs, your crotch. he grabbed as much as he could, as if it was going to disappear if he didn’t. and all the while, his hips pressed into yours in a steady rhythm, humping you from behind like the dirty boy he was. his hot breath hit your neck, and muffled obscenities spilled out against the side of your throat.

“piggy… p-piggy, billy needs you… billy needs you so bad… so filthy, such a filthy billy… such a clean piggy… sleeping piggy… sleeping beauty… please, please, please…” he had learned please usually got him what he wanted, that’s something you had made sure to teach him. it wouldn’t work much now, while you were asleep and unaware, but he tried. the words came out like a chant, always keeping in line with the thrusting of his hips. at some point, they stuttered, and his cock managed to slip in between your thighs and press up against your warmth. it made him mewl, his body curling even further around your own as he paused his movements.

he was panting. his hair was a mess, his hands gripping hard at your torso to keep him grounded. he pulled his face away from you, a string of drool connecting the hickeys on your neck to his mouth, like some sick form of evidence. he licked at his lips and stared down at you, still asleep. he leaned down and licked over your cheek affectionately. he needed more. just a little more, and then he’d leave you be.

with this new position, he began to slide his cock in and out of your thighs. the few tentative movements made his body quake. his hands squeezed into your flesh again, his eyes squeezing shut to focus on the immense pleasure he was getting. he was so sensitive, torturing himself in that attic for the past few days, starving himself of your touch. so even though all he was doing was fucking your thighs, and rubbing his tip up against your panties and over your heat, it felt as though he was fucking heaven itself. it made him squirm, his groans and grumbles spilling out without thought. it was like breathing to him right now. he gasped and rocked his hips, trying to push deeper into that pillowy feeling you were providing him. even while you slept, you were so good to him. so good.

his body had found its way against you again. he wrapped around you, his legs tangling with your own, his chest heaving against your back. his mouth found your jaw and your neck, and he gave sloppy kisses to each spot. his hands rested on your waist, gently moving your hips back into him every once in awhile, just to provide that extra bit of leverage.

he breathed deep, breathed in you, and it made him moan long and low. “p-piggy… piggy slut… take my cock, take it. take it. my good sleeping slut. you need it… i need it… billy needs you, he needs you… please… so close, so close… billy’s close…” he pushed out, his hips getting faster.

he came with a wheeze, his thrusts turning into harsh snaps against you. ropes of hot cum spilled over your underwear and thighs while he milked every last drop out of himself. he felt like he was on fire, and every bit of his skin touching yours was burning hotter and hotter. he pulled his body away fully, having to lay against the bed away from you for a moment to catch his breath. his dick softened against his stomach, his eyes fluttering as he laid in the glow of it all. you were so perfect to him. such a good slut for him. he let his breathing steady before sitting up and surveying the damage he had caused.

sure, your thighs were a mess, but… he liked how it looked. the white contrasted your skin so nicely. it was like an accessory. you liked those, he thought. so he left it. instead of cleaning you with his tongue like he usually would, he opted for stripping himself down into his own usual sleep wear, his boxers and nothing else, and he spooned you yet again. this time more innocent, as if you were a teddy bear he couldn’t bear to part with. he drifted off so easily, satiated for the night.

when you woke up the next morning to his soft breathing, the now cold mess against your legs, and the bruises littering your middle and neck, you were a little confused. you wondered how you managed to be such a heavy sleeper sometimes, and were slightly disappointed with missing out on the fun you knew billy had had, but… something in you felt good. good to know he was back with you, and good to know he had found some relief. you’d use this as an excuse to shower with him later anyways, and you’d get your pleasure when that time came. but for now, you stored that thought away, and just enjoyed billy being with you.

you rolled over so you faced him, not caring about the mess down below spreading onto him, as you nuzzled into his chest. you peeked up through your eyelashes, seeing his content expression, and sighed. he looked so pretty, like that.

just like sleeping beauty, you thought.

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ladyelissarose · 2 years

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‘Don’t Make The Same Mistake ’

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female aviator reader; callsign- ‘Delta’

Summary; Jake all his life was afraid of love, from terrible past experiences he had with his father who only showed him the broken version of it. So when he fell in love with Backseater, Y/n ‘Delta’ Y/l/n, and was heartily convinced to take their relationship to the next level, he was suddenly hit with a deep fear, of turning out just like his father. Hence making him run away from her and avoid her, afraid he was making a mistake all along. But when she got in a jet accident with her front seater, ‘Robin’. Jake is confronted with his fear, as Robin’s last words to him struck his heart and changed his mind.

Warnings: mentions of breakup, abusive father and harsh past memories, character death, angst, lots of crying, fluff in the end.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Jake huffed to himself at the sound of his father’s ungracious words, always being an asshole and unwelcoming, totally unlike his mother, who had passed away 4 years ago due to cancer. Oh how he missed his mother, who was an angel at heart, so forgiving and loving. She protected little Jake from so much harm from his father, she took most (ALL) of the hits for him when Jake’s father got drunk. But when Jake grew older, much taller and stronger, (for he purposefully got into high school football to gain the strength and discipline) he began to defend his mother and end up being the bruised one. But he never minded, if it meant that his mother was ok and safe. But soon it all stopped, when Jake made his mother leave his father and divorce him, but that earned him the most hurtful and long lasting words that his father ever told him,

‘It’s in our blood son, men like me... have boys like you. Don’t think you’re better than me just because you got your mother to leave me, no... you’ll be just like me. Just watch Jacob. You’ll either end up with no wife, you’ll just be a single jock with a different whore warming your bed every night forever. No one, will ever love you.’

Jake tried to ignore those words he remembered as he stood in his father’s living room, looking dapper and sharp as always in his Naval Khakis. He sent him a curt look before replying simply,

“I’m looking for my mother’s jewelry box-“

“For what? Gonna toss that shit to a stripper? They like big bills, money instead-“

Huffing our his growing frustration Jake interrupted his father,

“No, just- just tell me where the box is? It’s mine anyways, mom said I could have it whenever I was ready to pick it up.”

Jake’s father stood up and tried to size himself up against Jake who had grown to be more broad and tall, but no matter how much he tried to puff his chest out and straighten his shoulders, Jake still beat him in every way. Jake’s father knew he couldn’t hide away his ex-wife’s jewelry box, it was rightfully Jake’s, so he then said with a click to his tongue,

“It’s in the attic, go find it and get the hell out, my wife is going to be here any minute now and would be pissed to see you here.”

Now that Jake knew, after he had come over unannounced and was met face to face with his father’s new wife, who only cussed him out and chased him away. So Jake didn’t waste time as he ran upstairs and found the attic, pulled the ladder down, and climbed up quickly. His father had kept a few things from his ex-wife, which was the more valuable things, and one of them was the expensive, golden jewelry box. Jake opened the familiar box of memorable things of his mother, and let out a happy sigh when he saw the adorning box. When he was 5, him and his father picked it out for her birthday. Jake quickly took it into his hands, and opened the top, where inside laid, the infamous, wedding ring of his mother’s. His mother was a fan of bling and shine, so you could imagine the size of that golden, diamond ring.

“It’s perfect... Delta’s gonna love it.”

Y/n Y/l/n, who’s callsign was ‘Delta’, was the woman Jake had fallen in love with. They had been in a relationship for 3 years already, and Jake felt that it was time to take the next step, he was sure that Delta loved him, he knew she did. Delta had loved him and accepted him, his flaws and all, his cockiness and all, and was able to bring out his soft and loving side. And you better bet, and you must believe that Jake, treated his girlfriend like a queen. Oh, she wanted ice cream at 3 in the morning, so guess who’s Texan ass was up and in the gas station looking for her favorite flavor? Jake Seresin. After a long day of doing push-ups with the squadron and her because Cyclone was being an extra ass that day, if she mentioned the word, ‘back rubs and a warm bath’ guess who’s cocky and stubborn ass was bent like a taffy at her service, as he swooshed the tub water with his calloused hand side to side to make many lavender-scented bubbles, and had gotten the best cream in town to give back rubs and full body massages afterwards? JAKE SERESIN! He made a point to shower her in LOVE. And Delta saw this, and adored his kind behavior, she returned the favor by cuddling him in his sleep every night, (because he really loved that), memorized every baking recipe that Jake had told her he loved most made by his mother, and of course, gave him the best attention and sex ever. Now, in the light that peeped through the attic’s small window, Jake let the wedding ring sit in his hand, as he examined it happily, until he heard the cruel voice say behind him,

“Thinking of getting married huh? Doubt she’d say yes, you haven’t even introduced her to me, must be some kind of whore huh?”

A low chuckle could be heard after that, Jake’s father laughed to himself as he mocked Jake. And hearing his evil, cruel father call the love of his life, Delta, who was an aviator like him, a strong and independent woman, a whore, was what set Jake off.

“SHE’S NOT A WHORE!! And I didn’t introduce her to you, because you’re a sick man and don’t deserve to be around good women like her. She’s nothing like you think she is, and I’m going to marry her-“

Jake was interrupted by the loud, mocking laughs of his father,

“Marry her?! Really? Wow... Jake, thought you’d learn to stay away from the rings and shit after seeing me-“

Jake clenched his fists and seethed,

“Well I am not you, I’ll never be.”

“Jake.. Jake, listen boy, I am you, and you are me. You think that just because you went to college and joined the Navy, you’ll be different? I’m just you, in a suit. You’ll never know how to love and treat a woman right, you’ll only hurt her, use her.. like a good ol’ toy. I used to be like you Jakey boy, good and sweet, until I put that damned ring on your mother, and marked her as mine. And you’ll just be doing the same thing, all over again.”

Hearing those toxic words come out and go into his ears, was actually beginning to sink into Jake’s heart, and take affect. The fear of maybe his father being right, began to seep into his heart and confuse him of himself and who he really was,

‘What if he’s right? What if I mess this up, and turn out like... like my father?’

“Honey bear!? Didn’t know you had a Red truck?!”

Jake’s face dropped at the sound of his father’s wife echo through the house, but he didn’t spare a second more before running out, passing his father who only shouted behind him,

“Don’t make the same mistake I made Jake, don’t do it!! You’ll hurt her anyway.”

Jake clutched onto the ring tighter, and ran passed the wife not sparing a look back or anything, he hoped into his truck, and drove away to the Naval Base as fast as he could. His hands shook on the steering wheel, and he could feel the imprint the ring was making on his palm as he held it in between his hand and the wheel. Jake’s tried to catch his breath, but feeling the urge to cry and scream was making the mission to calm his breathing difficult. He had a flight mission that day, and he wanted to propose to Delta beforehand, closing in his undying love for her, but now... Jake lost all the confidence he had gained in the passed months, to propose.

Couple of hours later...

Jake had been avoiding Delta all that afternoon, and now all the dagger squad was on deck, preparing to get in their designated jets to take off. Delta saw Jake walking ahead of her towards his jet, and thats when she saw her opportunity to talk to him. She thought that perhaps he had been overwhelmed with the whole mission situation, hence why he kept to himself and refused to talk to her. So Delta figured she’d talk him through it, maybe make him feel a little better,

“Jake!! Hey Jake wait up!!”

Jake didn’t want to turn back, but it was either now or now.. that he’d tell her what he had on his heart and mind, even if it ruined everything, but he was very disoriented and hurt by his father’s words, and didn’t know how to deal with that kind of childhood trauma yet, so he took it out on Delta. Stopping in his tracks Jake turned around and said in a stern tone,

“Listen Delta... it’s over.”

Delta had just caught up to him when she paused, and let her jaw drop at his words, feeling her heart sink by the second,

“W-What? What are you talking about Jake-“

“Let’s not make this bigger than it already is... find someone better- s-someone you can count on, and that you know is never gonna hurt you-“

Delta felt the tears brimming in her eyes as she took in Jake’s words and change in demeanor, not understanding what was going on or what could be the cause of this. As much as she wanted to cry, or even scream at him so he could see what dam he was about to break, she asked calmly instead,

“Jake are you ok?”

Jake huffed out a breath, and stared at his hands, remembering the ring his had in his pocket, considering maybe taking everything back that he had said... but then he remembered his father’s terrible words,

“Don’t make the same mistake I made Jake, don’t do it!! You’ll hurt her anyway.”

Jake then shook his head no, as he determinedly said,

“I’ll hurt you anyway Delta... so why don’t we just-“

“Jake you’ve never hurt me in any way and I know you never will.-“

Jake refused to believe Delta as he lastly put forth, which silence Delta and let the tears run free,

“But I can! I probably will... and I don’t want to... I love you too much... I’m sorry, but you deserve better than me. I know you do. So when we get back... we’ll go about our lives.. like if this relationship of ours never happened.”

Delta let out a low sob, utterly heart broken and confused, as to why Jake thought he’d hurt her, because he never had, he was the most soft, and caring person ever. With everyone else he was cocky and always being bigger than himself to keep his reputation up as being strong and independent. But with Delta, in the comfort of their privacy he had the biggest heart of all time, and he had such a giving soul, he was soft spoken and kind, in a disagreement between them (which was rare) he’d be calm and understanding. So seeing this unfold in such an abrupt time, was very terrifying for Delta to see, even Jake didn’t recognize himself, but he was unfortunately determined. Even in the midst of this chaos, Delta loved him enough, to understand him, and even believe, that he was going through something personal... and needed time. So without sayin much, Delta walked closer to him, and pressed a kiss to his cheek, then said,

“Goodbye Jake... I love you.”

Jake cherished her lips against his cheek, and felt his heart pinch at her honest words, but he repeated her words, that’s tasted sour coming out,

“I love you too.. Goodbye.”

Delta sent him a brief nod and short smile, before turning and running towards her front seater ‘Robin’, who was calling after her, as it was time to board and leave. Jake could see Delta pat Robin’s back before getting on the ladder to climb into her seat, once he knew she couldn’t see him, Jake walked to the edge of the ship’s deck, took out his mother’s wedding ring from his pocket, and threw it into the ocean. Jake watched it fall into the ocean, and he let out a broken sigh, his mind making him believe that he was doing the right thing, though his heart shattered, and opened a wound he though had healed, but he let his father’s words tear it open. Jake wiped his tears away and walked to and up into his jet, thinking no one had seen him, but unbeknownst to him... Robin had seen him, Delta’s frontseater.

About thirty minutes later, while all daggers were in air, they each were trying to escape enemy 5G jets that were after them. It was getting more combative by the second, and more risky. Jake kept his eyes on Robin and Delta who flew in front of him, as they both had a specific 5G jet after them. He still definitely loved and cared for Delta, so he was very nervous that something could happen to her along with Robin while on this mission. And his worst nightmare came true, when a missile that passed him, hit directly at the tail of Robin’s and Delta’s jet. Jake swerved his jet away as it exploded from the back and went down for the forest under them. In the distance he could hear every other dagger scream out to each other about the incident, some saying to continue on the mission, and others saying to get help for them, and Jake listened to the latter, when he sent his jet straight down for the hills, and landed his jet as soon as possible, even though it was a very risky move, and against protocol when in combat, but he didn’t care about future consequences, all he cared about was Delta and her partner. With all his might and with stable coordination Jake landed his jet on the closest and flattest hill he could find. The landing was bumpy and a little painful, but Jake didn’t waste time to consider about himself as he immediately jumped out of the cockpit. And ran down the hill as fast as he could, towards the jet he could see at the bottom. His heart was glad he had found the jet right away, but it was more scared and nervous at the thought of what he could find. Upon arriving Jake saw how the cockpit was already opened, with smoke coming out, he approached the front seating and saw how Robin sat inside, taking deep breaths. When Jake looked in the back, he saw that the seating was empty, but before his heart could ache or sink, a grunted voice was heard,

“She was able to eject... I-I couldn’t.”

Jake sighed in relief as he replied happily,

“Oh ok! Ok... then she should be ok, I’ll go look for her, stay here-“

Robin grasped Jake’s arm as he panicked,

“Wait! Don’t leave me.”

Jake wanted to be upset for a moment because he was being refrained from looking for Delta, until he saw a red stain growing on Robin’s suit. Jake felt his chest ache painfully at the sight, seeing this could mean so many things, all to which Jake was terrified off, it could only make him more afraid for Delta, who he couldn’t reach to yet. But putting his growing worry to the side, and maintaining calm for Robin, Jake quickly reached his hands onto him as he worriedly said,

“Oh God... Just sit still pal let me look, I got you, I promise.”

Robin groaned in pain when he felt Jake hit a certain spot, but kept his thoughts to himself, because he came to the conclusion... that he wasn’t going to make it. It was growing harder to breathe, and he couldn’t feel his legs, he even began to not see clearly. So to keep Jake distracted from his own wound that Jake would probably figure out soon was more than horrific, he began to talk in between deep breaths, bringing up what he saw back on the ship,

“Hey Jake..”

Jake kept moving his hands around pressing here and there as he replied,

“What’s up kid-“

“OW OW!”

Jake pulled away afraid he had made Robin worse,

“I’m so sorry!-“

Robin calmed down as he repeated,

“It’s ok it’s ok... it’s ok... just hear me out... I saw you throw a ring... why? I thought you were proposing?”

Jake shot his head up and looked into Robin’s eyes as he asked with shock,

“How’d you know? I mean, I don’t know what happened-“

“You stepped back Jake why? Delta.. ah! Shit this stings...”

Jake then pressed his hand onto Robin’s side, and found the wound, where the blood gushed out onto his hand, making Robin shout and throw his head back onto the seat, letting his hand fall onto Jake’s to apply more pressure, so he could have more time to spare. Jake didn’t want to focus on his problems, so he suggested,

“Ok pal let’s not talk about this... let’s focus on you yeah?”

Robin insisted to keep the conversation on as he put forth,

“No Jake... tell me why you did that, you told Rooster, Coyote and I that you were proposing, what changed your mind?”

To please Robin and not make him more upset than he probably already felt, Jake hesitantly replied,

“It’s more like ‘who changed my mind’... and it was my father... he’s right. I could never marry anyone, let alone the perfect and beautiful Delta, she deserves better than me man-“

Robin let out a low grunt as he asked with an upset tone while looking into Jakes eyes,

“Are you crazy! You let that mad man get into your head! Jake we’ve talked about this... you’re better than him-“

Shaking his head Jake argues,

“No I’m not! I’m a son of a terrible man... who used to hurt my mother... what if I do the same-“

“You won’t do the same, because you’re not your father! You’re Jacob Seresin, not your father!”

Jake stayed quiet for a few seconds, as he thought about Robin’s words, he looked into his eyes and only saw sincerity, he couldn’t even see fear or pain, just sincerity and honesty. Jake rubbed his face with his clean hand, and held onto Robin’s shoulder as he began to cry softly,

“I can’t believe this is what you want to talk about... why?”

Robin sent Jake a positive smile, trying to mask his pain as he replied,

“Because you got a life ahead of you pal...”

Jake caught onto Robin’s words, it was like if he was saying goodbye, and Jake wasn’t ready to take that,

“No no... though I appreciate your kindness and helpfulness, don’t try and use those words on me, you’re getting out of here!”

Jake then went back to putting pressure on Robin’s wound, but Robin began to push him away as he shouted,

“J-Jake- Ah! l-listen to me.”

Jake shook his head no as he tried to hold the side where all of Robin’s blood was coming from,

“No no, stop talking kid, don’t start-“

Robin grunted painfully as he grasped onto Jake’s arm, making him stop looking,

“Jake, it’s over. I-I’m not gettin out of here-“

Jake took Robin’s hand and removed it from his arm as he seethed,

“Stop being so stubborn and let me help you-“

Jake’s face was turned towards Robin’s by being grasped by the chin with Robin’s bloody hand,

“AH! I SAID NO!! JAKE STOP! L-Look at me.”

Jake could feel Robin pour out his pain by holding onto his chin tightly, almost painfully, he tried not to wince or pull away, as he finally complied and questioned,

“Ok ok... I’m looking at you kid, what do you want buddy, talk to me.”

Robin sucked a deep breath and let it out slowly before explaining,

“Remember that girl I told you about.. the one I really fell hard for?”

Jake nodded as he recalled,

“Yeah yeah! I remember her... pretty girl huh... Her name is Angela isn’t it? The one I told you to talk to?”

Robin shook his head sadly as he put forth,

“Yeah... that’s her... and well, I never got to tell Angela I loved her. I never did because I was scared she’d say no, or-or reject me... and I.. gosh I regret it wholly.”

Robin let go of Jake’s chin letting his hand fall on his lap, as he let out a cry of pain, pain from the physical damage he felt, as well as the fact that he never got to tell Angela his long hidden love for her. Jake grew sympathetic and wiped Robin’s tears away, and left his hand holding his wet cheek, trying to be as supportive as possible, even if nothing more could be done to save him. Robin leaned into Jake’s touch and listened as Jake asked him softly,

“Robin... is there something you want me to do about this?”

Robin thought for a mere second, then quickly nodded and moved his trembling hand, pointing to his pocket, while letting out a shaky breath,

“I-I have something i-in there.. take it out please.”

Jake moves his hand from Robin’s face and reached for the pocket, hence opening it and pulling out, the most simple, but beautiful diamond ring. A thin silver band it was, that held a beautifully heart shaped diamond in the middle, that was cradled between two shiny, white baby pearls. Jake gawked at the treasured beauty, also expressing his confusion, but Robin explained as best he could, while his blood spilled and painted his clothes dark red,

“It’s my mothers... and she told me to only let it be worn on the woman that could love unconditionally and be trusted to be loyal, and faithful. I thought I could never find one, but I did and never got to pick her and hold her. And I won’t ever-“

Robin was cut off by his own gut wrenching coughs that was causing blood to paint his white teeth, soon spilling out slowly. Jake grew nervous and his breath hitched at the sight, he then quickly wiped Robin’s mouth with his sleeve.

“Robin please talking isn’t helping you pal-“

“Please... Jake. Ugh... j-just listen.”

He extended his hand and reached for the hand in which Jake held the ring. Jake took his hand and held onto tightly with the ring in between, with growing tears in his eyes, as he watch Robin who suffering so much, yet was still willing to speak for him.

Robin looked at Jake and squeezed his hand harshly while taking in a long, deep breath, as he thought of what to exactly say, making his last words count. Jake waited patiently, and could feel his heart break slowly, more at the thought of what he knew what was coming, and he couldn’t stop it no matter what. But he listened attentively, as Robin took his last breaths, to give Jake, the biggest mission of his life, an order, which was Robin’s last order. Robin took all the remaining strength in him, and his last seconds of given life to lastly say,

“Marry her Jacob Seresin. You’re not your father man... he’s nothing compared to you. You’re a good man, a loving and respectable man. So take back Delta, Marry her, and never leave her till death do you part. For me. Please. Take this ring, which was my mother’s, and marry her. Do what I couldn’t Jacob. And be better than your old m-man.”

Robin then closed his eyes slowly, not seeing how Jake let out a breath he was holding onto, and the tear that slip down his cheek. Jake let his eyes close as well, setting free a deep sob that was awaiting to be let go, when he felt the pulse on Robin’s wrist, stop beating, and his hand go limp in his hold. Jake grabbed the back of Robin’s head and leaned his forehead to press it against his own, as he cried in utter sadness. In the distance he thought he had heard something other than his own whimpers, but it was confirmed that someone else was indeed there when a strained scream could be heard coming close,

“ROBIN!! Is that you!?!”

Jake lifted his head and turned to see the person he knew would be crushed the most, Delta. Delta was great friends with Robin, practically platonic soulmates. And Delta had introduced Robin to Jake saying he was her brother, and soon Jake and Robin had become great friends, but it did not compare to Delta’s and Robin’s connection. They had grown up together and closer through high school, college, Navy academy, and through Top Gun, they knew each others biggest secrets and flaws. They loved one another more than a blood-related brother could, their bond and faithful friendship was unbreakable, but only up until this day, when death took Robin away. Delta ran through the snow and sported a look of fear and pain, as her forehead was covered in blood and so was her flight suit near the waist, in her hand she carried her broken helmet. Jake didn’t want Delta to see Robin the way he was, lifeless and gone forever, the opposite of who he always was to her. Jake knew it would only strike her pain more, and scatter the shattered pieces from her heart. Jake then quickly grabbed his own helmet and put it on Robin, and pulled down the large visors that were on it, so most of his face could be covered. He could hear Delta’s footsteps approach closer to him and that’s when he ran for her. Delta immediately recognized the blond aviator coming towards her and realized that it wasn’t Robin, whom she thought had made it out of the cockpit. But before she could say or do anything, Jake and caught her in his arms, and held onto her tightly. She began to kick and scream for him to let her go, she really wanted to see Robin, still thinking he was alive,

“Jake!! Please let me go!!”

But Jake held her down and pushed her head into his chest, hiding her away from the world and it’s darkness, it’s loss.

“No Delta.. n-no.”

Delta didn’t need to hear anymore from him, she had read Jake’s mind. She could feel his body trembling against hers violently, as he took deep breaths. It was in that moment when she figured out, that Robin was dead. Delta moved her arms to come around him, as she clutched onto Jake’s body embracing him, and began to cry out loud with him. Jake cradled Delta’s head as he cried,

“I’m so sorry Delta, I’m so sorry.”

Delta shook her head as she buried her head in Jake’s chest sobbing,

“Oh honey... It’s not your fault... it’s no ones fault.”

Exactly one month later....

Jake sat next to Robin’s grave as he let the breeze sweep against him, taking in the blessing of life, and what it privilege it was to still be breathing. He had been coming every Monday, the exact day when Robin had passed, to talk to him about what had been happening during the week, even about the past football games he was watching. But today, Jake changed the subject, as he examined the wedding ring Robin had given him, such a precious gift it was. While looking up at the blue clear sky, Jake teared up as he expressed,

“I don’t know Robin... I know you’d want me to do this for you... because you’re right, I’m not my father. I’ll love Delta so much, I’ll do and give her anything. My undying love, a good house, even if she wants it blue and pink or even green? Damn you bet I’ll paint it and make it exactly how she asks. Kids... yeah I’ll give her those little gremlins too. But what if she says no? A-And doesn’t want me anymore, I already called it off- I left her. She might not want me back again after I screwed up. But I love her, I’m madly in love with her Robin. What do I do? I’m scared, just like you were... but I don’t want to make the same mistake you made, which is not telling her that I love her and that I want to love and have her forever. But what would she say to that?”

Jake lowered his head and closed his eyes, letting the tears slip down, unafraid to let his guard down and just break. Indeed he was afraid, afraid that it was too late to fix what he had broken, all because he was terrified of becoming just like his father, when deep down he should’ve known, that he was no where close to his father, but a good, loving, honorable, and respectable man he grew up to be. Over the soft breeze that blew through the trees that surrounded him, which gave the gentle sound, the quietest, and calmest voice could be heard saying,

“Yes... I say yes, Jake.”

Jake moved to stand on his feet in the same second he had heard the voice, the voice he fully recognized, the one he had fallen in love with the day she spoke to him softly, after he took a punch for her when drunk guys tried laying their hands on her. He got the flashback from hearing her voice in that moment.

‘... Back in that day... he had stepped into the situation, without caring if he knew who the gorgeous woman was or not, he just wanted to do the right thing, which was not let men touch women when not given permission. He got up from the floor, after taking 3 hard punches from two guys way larger than him. He heard someone else and Rooster chase them out, as he tried to compose himself. He wiped his bloody nose and saw the blood on his palm, but then he heard Delta’s voice for the first time when she thanked him. Now that was what caught his attention, he could taste how sweet she was, just by the nice words she spoke, they were like honey, to the red metal his tongue tasted,

“Thank you for that, you didn’t have to... but um, my brother Robin got your Stetson, and y-you’re wallet back... May I buy you a drink, sweetheart? As a payback, for saving m-me.”

Jake took a second, and looked at Delta fully for the first time. He then just about fell for her in that moment, with her sincerity and smile, her humbleness to accept help when needed, even when she wore her decorated dress blues, that held awards showed her untold bravery. Jake grew cottonmouth, for once he didn’t know what to say, or didn’t have a good pickup line for a pretty chick. But that’s cause Delta wasn’t any pretty chick, no no... that’s was Jake’s, gorgeous and beautiful future wife...’

“Delta?”

Delta stood a short distance from him, as she wore a long, flowy white dress. Her loose, curled hair flew slowly in the wind, as her hands were clutched in front of her, holding a blue vase with baby breath flowers, all put together nicely. Jake took a step closer to her, as he heard her begin to explain,

“I said yes... to you..”

Jake was still in a trance of disbelief, wondering to himself if he was seeing a beautiful angel in front of him, or if it was actually Delta. But she answered his untold questioned as she added in a sweet tone,

“I-I couldn’t help but hear you cry to Robin, telling him how you felt about what happened a few weeks ago. Believe me I talked to him too, on the jet before the crash.. and even right there where you stand. I was expressing to him my love for you. And all he said to me was... was to not give up on you, to love you and help you through it all... and I will. I still love and want you. I need you.”

Jake fixed his eyes on Delta, and couldn’t say anything, once again, like the first time when he had seen her. He only walked up the hill to her and got on his knees, looking up to her, relishing in her touch as she grabbed his face in between her hands, after she had put the vase down next to her. Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring, holding it up, and grabbing one of Delta’s hand as he said nervously,

“Please tell me again, please baby.”

Delta could see him holding his heart in his hand as he asked, she smiled compassionately as she repeated,

“I say yes, I want you.”

“You’ll marry me? Even after all of this?”

Delta nodded approvingly,

“Even after all of this...I’ll marry you, baby. I’ll marry all of you.”

Jake let out a sigh of relief, and right away put the ring on Delta’s left hand, giving it a warm kiss afterwards. Delta grabbed his hands and pulled him up as he stood, then brought his face down for a kiss. Jake held onto her face gently, as she did his, while they poured their love onto each other. Jake could feel Delta brush her thumb against his cheeks, wiping away the tears that had fallen from his closed eyes. Delta separated from his lips and pecked them a couple more times before saying,

“You’re Jacob Thomas Seresin, and no one else. And I’m marrying, Jacob Thomas Seresin.. and no one else. And all I want is you.”

Jake nodded as he searched for her eyes, seeing how they were already fixed on his. He smiled happily with teary eyes,

“Thank you... I love you so much, I always will.”

Delta smiled up at him wiping his tears away as she replied,

“And I love you too, so much, forever.”

Jake leaned down and kissed her lips one more time passionately, before letting her go, and hugging her tightly, laying her head against his chest, as he laid his head on top of hers. They both looked ahead, and saw Robin’s tombstone, and only embraced one another more tightly, as they both thought to themselves,

‘We did it Robin... thank you.’

#jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun hangman #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin angst #hangman x reader #hangman seresin x reader #hangman angst #hangman fluff #hangman #Hangman x reader

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biblicallyaccuratefour · 2 years

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''Funny Scones'' - by Yuri- (TW, drug mentions/references.)

It was almost midnight and Nine was having a party for whatever reason it was. Four, Five and X were in the attic at Nine’s house, waiting for Two. The attic was a small dimly lit room with a small table in the middle of the room where the group were standing. As they were waiting, they heard the trapdoor open, and Two pops out of the gap and goes up the ladder and closes the trapdoor. ‘Hey guys! Do you wanna see something cool?’ Two called out to the group as he approaches the table. He was holding a plastic box which was sealed shut. ‘Yeah, what is it?’ Four replied. The group was curious what was inside the box that Two was carrying. He places the box on the table and opens the lid to reveal that the box had scones inside. Four had a confused look on his face and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Scones?’ Two replies with a flourish, ‘Yep.’ Four stares at Two. Four asks Two, ‘What’s so cool about scones?’ ‘Hey, scones are delicious,’ said X. Five nods. “’I agree, they’re quite delicious with tea or coffee.’ Two smirks slightly. ‘These aren’t any old scones, guys. They’re funny scones.’ Four scoffs dismissively. ‘Heh, “funny scones”.’ He rolls his eyes. X looks at the scones. ‘They do look funny. You could see the cracks in them.’ Five stares at the scones and then at Two. Five starts to get irritated. He nearly shouts, ‘Drug scones! He’s put the drugs in the scones!’ Five points accusingly at Two. Four and X stares at Two with disbelief. Two shrugs. ‘Drugs, technically aren’t illegal when you put them in the food.’ X starts to hesitate. ‘Is that right? I don’t think that’s right…’ Four asked slightly nervously, ‘How much did you put in these...?’ Two tries to reassure the group. ‘About five milligrams. It’s enough to get you stoned, isn’t it?’ Five still isn’t convinced. ‘Do you realise how much trouble we’ll be if someone finds out?!’ ‘Don’t worry, Five. No one will know.’ Suddenly, the trapdoor opens and the group goes silent. Nine gets up the ladder and looks at the group. ‘Hey, broskis! You got free food?’ Without hearing a word from anyone in the group, they notice the box full of scones. ‘Sweet! These look awesome! Did you make these Two?’ Two tries to hide the shock on his face. ‘Uh… Yeah.’ Nine smiles. ‘Nice, I bet you really are good at cooking! Anyways, gotta go. Thanks for the scones!’ They leave the attic and closes the trapdoor behind them. There was dead silence for a moment, then Five glares at Two. ‘Now look what you’ve done. Everyone will get drugged because of you.’ He turns around and proceeds to leave. Four also turns to leave. ‘I’m staying out of this.’ The trapdoor closes. X starts to stare at Two with a worried look and also leaves the attic. It was just Two. He stares at the empty table and the background noise downstairs drown the silence.

#bfb #bfbskits #bfbfour #bfbx #bfbtwo #bfdinine #bfdifive

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laughableillusions · 2 years

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Holy shit I had a dream abt Brahms…

#it was so weird like he had other siblings #it was kind of like Harry Potter where he was in the attic???#I was an adopted sibling #I guess #I was one of 6 including Brahms???#anyway apparently we had some company and Brahms had to go into the walls/attic #he also didn’t have his mask #it was unclear why he had to but he was just that much of a dissapointment ig #anyway so there was a ladder up to the attic where he had to hide #but like he was playing around w the other kids outside the attic and all of us were trying to hide him from our parents #then there was a time shift where he was like a teenager running around on the grounds #maybe abt 16 #he stole a horse???#idk I woke up #brahms heelshire #the boy 2016 #brahms the doll #brahms the boy #slashers

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 3 years

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Mice in the Walls

CW: stalking, implied parental abuse, implied victim cutting ties with abuser, captivity, “it” as a pronoun meant to demean, choking, hitting, implied delusions, angry whumper, controlling whumper.

Please read the CWs on this one. I’ll be more than happy to give you a general summary if you need (will probably do so anyway) let me know if you want a specific tag, and I’ll tag everything with this topic “Bernard tw” as he’s the culprit.

Stay Safe loves, and do what’s best for you.

[First Part]

The doorbell rang and Bernard took a breath. As he opened the door, he put on his smile. The friendly smile, the inviting smile. The one he used at work and for the cashier at the checkout lane.

The mask.

“Steven! How the hell are you?” he asked cheerfully, reaching out for a firm handshake.

“Doing well, life’s just a joy.” The body smiled back at him, cheap wine in its hand and absurdly ignorant of how pedestrian and mediocre its life was. Bernards eye’s skimmed over the man’s obnoxious shirt pattern, its ill filling slacks and cheap shoe polish before opening the door wider and gesturing it in with a smile.

“Well, I didn’t invite you over just to stand on my porch! Come on in, lunch’s almost ready.” He had prepared some simple things, mostly store bought. He had no intention of trying to impress this pawn.

“So Bernie, what’s new in the Wright household?” Steven asked lightly, setting down the bottle of wine and peering at the others displayed. Perhaps it would spark some recognition of how abject of a gift that had been.

Bernard doubted.

“Nothing much, Steve. Just livin the good life,” he recited as he ventured into the kitchen.

“How’s Adam doing?”

Bernard kept his back to the man, dishing out the potato salad.

“Oh good, getting ready to graduate.”

He could feel Steven pause behind him.

“Oh? I thought something got jostled when he moved schools?”

He bristled. Adam had moved, again. Always moving, blocking his numbers, spreading lies about him. How did he not realize that he just wanted the best for him? That he could help, that he could be a resource? The world wasn’t what Adam though it was, it was dangerous and hateful and-

The plastic container cracked.

“What was that?” Steven asked, popping its head over Bernard’s shoulder.

“Damn cheap plastic. Good thing I already got some out, eh?” His voice was pitched light and jovial, softly concealing his rage. He put the now broken container to the side and picked up the bowl to set on the table between them.

Bernard ate almost in silence, the body across from him droning on and on about the most inconsequential, mundane things. Its wife, its car, the remodeling of its house. It was pitiful. Nearly fifty-years of existence with only the most boring of conversations to show for it. Surface level, meaningless accolades that only made it seem more pathetic for how much it cared.

The only time he found himself truly paying attention was when the conversation turned to the man’s daughters. They were also highly inconsequential, but they were the link that he had been searching for.

They knew Adam.

“Kesly is doing great, just about to finish high school. Man, can you believe it? Feels like just yesterday she was playing princess and pirate and now my baby’s going to college. Maddie’s just made varsity at her school.”

Steven took another sip of its drink and winked conspiratorially at Bernard. “If Adam still plays then maybe they’ll face off some time, eh? She used to to whip his butt when they played in middle school.”

Bernard squinted slightly with a toothy smile. “Only because he let her. And he’s gotten far better over the years.” He hadn’t seen Adam play since then, but he could only assume that his skill had improved over time.

He took another bite of his lunch and made a mental note to find Maddie’s school and locate what colleges were in the district for lacrosse.

Irritatedly, the conversation shifted to something pointless again and Bernard was left to wait until it could be useful. As the time dragged on, there was a dull thud from somewhere higher in the house.

“What was that?” Steven asked, turning around its chair to look behind and above him.

The fork bent under Bernard’s hand.

“I didn’t hear anything.”

Steven shook its head, wiping its mouth with its napkin. “No, no there was definitely a noise.”

“Oh, that,” he replied casually, taking an even breath. “There’s mice in the attic.”

A huff. “Sounds like pretty big mice to me. I can call a buddy out if you ever need anyone to do something about it. He’ll do it real cheap, too.”

Bernard waved him away, keeping the utensil under the table and bending back to its correct shape. “No, no need. I’m handling it myself.”

They continued to chat uselessly, meaninglessly, until Steven finally decided it had wasted enough air here and would go be pointless somewhere else. Bernard watched him leave, said the expected this was great, we need to do it again soon, see you later before locking the door, finally free of such a useless creature.

Teddy was hiding. Or at least, closest that he got to hiding with the chain giving his location away. He was between the bed and the wall, in the small space where the roof met the floor.

He had been reading, laying on the bed trying to get lost in the book he had already read a million times. Maybe it had worked, considering that he had fallen asleep. The book fell.

Now he was shivering in his only hiding place, desperately hoping that no-one had been home. He wished he knew what day it was, he wished he knew the man’s schedule, he could tell went it was safe. But no, there was no safety here, no regular pattern for him to latch onto. It was hell.

The locked clatter and the ladder slunk down, filling him with fear. He was here, he had heard it. Teddy curled a hand around the bedpost.

“Come out.”

He didn’t, he couldn’t. He didn’t want to go back in the coal shed, didn’t want to be punished. It was an accident, and even then he was afraid that the nearly-memorized books would be taken away.

“Now,” the man growled. Teddy shook his head and held on harder.

Bernard groaned and wrapped the chain around his hand once, then twice, then pulled. The boy was still holding on so Bernard pulled again, harder this time. There was a small cry and a dragging noise as Teddy was pulled from behind the bed.

Bernard looked down at him and only one thought screamed back in his head.

Adam moved.

Adam had moved again.

He had moved, and blocked his number, his profiles, ever way that Bernard could contact his son were shut down, forbidden from him. He cut him out, disrespected him, shamed him left him to suffer through hours of meaningless conversation just for the smallest bits of information.

Looking down, Bernard couldn’t contain his anger any longer.

“You switched schools? Again? Without consulting with me? You ungrateful bastard,” he sneered, kicking the boy in his ribs. He yelped, eyes wide with fear. Good. He should be afraid, he should be ashamed of his pathetic behavior. He had been taught better than to disrespect him like this.

Teddy coughed and froze, tears starting to pour from his eyes. No, no no not this again. “Please,” he coughed, rolling onto his side. “Please I’m not Adam.” Every cough hurt, sending little bolts of pain through his chest and side. Still, he looked up to the man, staring into the steel cold eyes.

“M-My name is Theodore Ramirez,” he rambled quickly, not for the first time. “My parents are Diana and Jonathan, they live in-”

“NO!” The man shouted, pinning it down and wrapping his hands around its neck. No! No, no no no this! Stop! He squeezed, putting more and more weight on it’s thin throat. He would make it stop.

Teddy wheezed, shoulders pinned down by the man’s knees. He was on top of him, he was choking him, he was killing him. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Struggling was useless, the man being so much larger than him. His clipped nails left practically no marks, drew no blood.

“Don’t. You. Ever say that again,” growled, lifting its neck to slam it back into the wood. “Never. You are Adam, and you’re going to stay this time.” He loosened his grip the slightest bit.

“Understand?” His question only had one correct answer. Teddy knew it, didn’t have enough air left to deny it. His head still spun from the blows, a loud ringing obstructing some of the words.

“Y-Yes,” he managed, only the ghost of a noise. “Yes, I’m Adam. I’m sorry - I’m Adam.” The pressure let up more and more as he complied. By the end, the man was only resting his hands over the boy’s throat.

Bernard signed and raised a hand to brush it across Adam’s cheek gently. “There. See, things are so much better when you stop lying. Let me take care of you, keep you safe.”

The boy coughed and cried underneath him, never leaving him again.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years

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first nat hug! first nat hug! first nat hug!🥺

CW: Traumatized whumpee, minor whumpee, trauma recovery,

Nat climbs down the ladder from her room in the attic, swings it back up until the little flap closes back into the ceiling with a soft click. She has a mind to do some work in the backyard today, and she’s dressed for it, right down to the old gardening gloves she’s wearing with a loose long-sleeved shirt and her ever-present jeans. She’s traded her braid for a bun, and part of her thinks she can se entirely too much of her father in the lines of her face, and part of her doesn’t mind seeing ‘too much’ of that at all.

She heads down the stairs - she can hear Antoni in his room as she passes, humming to himself. The girls are in the living room curled up on the couch watching a show on TV, Krista squeaking at every jump scare while Leila sits back, unmoved by any of it.

Jake and Chris she discovers outside, Jake sitting on the back steps drinking his coffee, holding the soft green mug in both hands while Chris does yoga, bending himself into pretzels. It’s genuinely a little unsettling to see the way he can move, when he wants to, as compared to how silent and still he can be when he doesn’t feel safe.

“Any heavy lifting you need done?” Jake asks as Nat passes him, her boots clumping down the steps.

“Not any I can’t handle myself,” Nat says, shrugging. The sun is warm on her back, soaking into even the pale cream of her shirt, settling into her dark brown hair. “I’m old but I’m not that old, Jake. Not yet.”

“I didn’t say you were old,” Jake points out. “Today, anyway.”

Nat laughs, heading to the little shed backed up against the fence in the backyard. She found Kauri sleeping here, once, when she forgot to put the spare key in its hiding spot under the bush next to the house. Came out to get the watering can and found Kauri half-sitting up in the shed, jumping into alertness - and pushing himself onto his knees into Position Two on pure instinct before he was even fully awake.

That had been... a surreal way to start her morning.

This way is much better.

She gets out a bag of potting soil, carrying it over one shoulder to the newest planter, a big ceramic rectangle lined up along one side of the small concrete patio where her container garden lives. Chris, walking on his hands across the yard, yells a hello and Nat gives him a wave, wishing she had access to the kind of boundless energy that propels Chris now that he’s let his guard down a little. After getting sick - and choosing his new name - he’s been more open, although he still doesn’t touch anyone but Jake.

She heads back for a second bag of potting soil and picks up the little packet of seeds. It doesn’t take long, working hard in the early morning sun, to get the zucchini seeds carefully spaced out, covered up, planted in their little hills of new soil. She shakes out a little of the ‘plant food’ she buys in jugs at a local hardware stare, made by the owner’s mom.

She turns around as Jake stands. “Can you stick with Chris for a second?” Jake calls out. “I’m gonna go refill my coffee.”

“Yeah, I’ll be out here for a while,” Nat replies, pulling a few weeds from the container with the tomato plants. The screen door bangs shut, and she hums happily while Chris stretches his arms high above his head, up on his toes, making his body as long as he can.

She’s just peeling the sweaty gloves off of her hands when a van drives by, painted a flat featureless white. It’s one of those long vans with the sliding side door and no windows. It rumbles by and she watches Chris go still when he sees it, eyes locking on.

One of the kids in the neighborhood is in the street, and the van has to stop. The driver leans out - a guy with a blocky jaw, older, sandy blond hair and pale skin. He yells something - Nat hears only you little shit, but his van backfires and she misses the rest.

Chris, staring at the man as he raises one hand in a fist, takes a step back. His eyes are impossibly wide, going from the body of the van to the man’s face and back again. His knees start to buckle.

Nat knows what’s going to happen. She’s seen that look before, a thousand times for a thousand different reasons on a hundred different rescues.

She can’t possibly move fast enough to catch him before he’s under, terrified and shaking, dropping onto his knees on the ground and then curling over himself in a desperate, frightened attempt to protect himself from the violence he thinks is coming.

She drops to her knees next to him, ignoring the crack of her aging kneecaps protesting the speed with which she’s moving. She lays her hand over his back - he’s shivering, his whole body shaking, his hands over his head as he rocks himself, pushes forward and back where he curves over his knees on the ground. “Chris, honey-”

“Please no,” Chris whimpers, and looks up at her from behind the hair that falls over his face, copper strands cutting over the freckles on his nose and cheeks, standing out more each day as he spends more and more time outside in the sun. “Please, please, please don’t, don’t give me to, to, to them, please, please don’t, I’m, I’m good, I’m good here, I’m, please-”

“I would never,” Nat answers, forgoing soft and instead speaking with all her fierce and certain conviction. “Sweetie I’d hand myself over before I’d ever hurt you that way. It’s okay. He’s gone, sweetheart, he’s gone.”

Chris dares only the slightest look down the street. The white van has driven on, turned a corner, disappeared in the direction of its eventual destination. Chris looks, and breathes deeply, and then turns and throws his arms around her waist, squeezing her so tightly it hurts, pressing the top of his head into her stomach.

Her hands fly up, and then, slowly, she settles one hand into his hair and the other presses between his shoulder blades, rubbing in circles.

He only ever touches Jake, or lets Jake touch him - follows the older boy everywhere he goes in the house and outside.

This is the first time he’s ever seen Nat herself as the source of comfort, too, without it being because Jake right there nearby to make him feel safer.

“You’re all right,” Nat murmurs, running her fingers through his hair. “Was it the van?”

There are always rumors - Nat knows at least some of them are true.

“The, the, the driver, looked, looked like... like m-my-, my, my my my, my-” He mumbles against the fabric of her shirt, breath hitching with buried sobs.

“Your Sir?” Nat guesses, but Chris shakes his head, sniffing harder.

“M-my handler,” Chris whispers. “He, he was, was like, like like like my handler, h-handler, Handler Petrus... I-I, I, he was-”

“I understand... I understand, honey, it’s all right. It’s not him. It’s never going to be him, you’ll be safe... you’re safe here, sweetheart. You’re safe.”

The screen door opens and closes again and a second later she hears Jake call, “What happened?”

Chris pulls back instantly, pushes himself to his feet, and runs to Jake instead. Nat turns and looks as Chris throws himself at Jake, sighing heavily, laying one hand over her stomach where Chris’s head was just the moment before.

Jake catches Chris with one arm, moving the mug out with the other so it won’t slosh onto anyone, and blinks at Nat. “What-”

“He just needs a minute,” Nat calls back, and he’s not the only one.

#chris the strawberry blond romantic #natalie yoder: here to help the rescues #trauma recovery #trauma recovery whump #recovery whump #trauma response #conditioning tw #minor whumpee

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Prequel to ‘The Crow’s Funeral’: How Agnes + Gerry met, then proceeded to set Jon on fire.

Exactly what it says on the tin. This exists because I was rereading TCF and went “hey did I ever figure out how Agnes and Gerry met”. I didn’t, so this is it. Rest under the cut. No specific warnings except for the fact that, shockingly enough, Jon had gone through a lot of character development prior to the start of TCF and was actually a complete asshole for a year or two.

“Daisy? What are you looking for?”

Agnes’s expression stretched into terror. She mouthed ‘fuck!’, and slapped a hand over her mouth. She didn’t breathe, and her chest never rose and fell, but she abruptly started trembling.

For the first time, Gerry reached out to reassure her. But her body heat had abruptly tripled, and Gerry was forced to pull back. In the small, unventilated space, it quickly became overwhelmingly hot.

“Shut it off!” Gerry hissed, as quietly as he physically could. “They’ll feel it -”

“That is the most dangerous monster in the world,” Agnes whispered, and Gerry fell silent. “Don’t move.”

For the first time in a very long time, in an apocalyptic world built on terror and fear, Gerry felt afraid.

Agnes was back.

Gerry didn’t know how she had found him. His hiding place was pretty well hidden, thank-you-very-much. Adults were always trying to barricade themselves in houses - stupid, when the nightshades could drift through shit - and kids were always trying to hide in closets or attics. But Gerry was the perfect mix of adult and child - or, as they’re known, teenagers - and he had way too much experience stripping houses down for the possessions of the recently deceased.

So Gerry knew about crawl spaces. Like in the Magician’s Nephew, some older row houses had little secret tunnels between each house. You couldn’t quite get into each house normally, but there were always gaps and weak points and hatches. Even better, at the very top there was a hidden attic where the generator and power box lived. It was small, and there were definitely some gross animal corpses that Gerry could have sworn moved, but it was mostly safe. So much as anything was safe.

But, somehow, Agnes had found him. Gerry didn’t know what she was doing exploring row houses for fun, but judging from the scent of smoke that’s been in the air lately he didn’t want to know.

The sharp rapping echoed through the small attic, directly under the hatch with a huge heavy space heater dumped on it. Gerry had other means of entry, and Agnes thought that was the only door. Please! As if Gerry would live somewhere with only one escape exit. That was just asking to get stuck in a nightmare for a month.

But, then again, maybe Agnes had never had to worry about that.

“I brought food!” The high, clear voice called out - slightly muffled from the ceiling/floor, but unmistakable. “It’s Twinkies! Come down to eat it!”

“No way!” Gerry called down back. “I bet you put offal in it!”

“What does offal mean!”

“It’s, like, organs! Go away, lady!”

“I told you!” Agnes called back, weirdly delighted. “My name’s Agnes! I’m a Princess!”

“Princess of what, being lame!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you, Princess Agnes!”

“Fuck me yourself!”

Ugh! She was so annoying! This was her fourth fucking time coming by here, and ever since she had realized that he was just a teenage boy she had been leaving food in front of the attic door. It was always weird food, too. Didn’t she know what humans ate?

Stupidly on cue, Gerry’s stomach rumbled. Ugh.

“Go away,” Gerry called back, eager for her to just leave already so he could eat the shitty food she had undoubtedly left. “I don’t feel like getting turned into a candle today!”

For some reason, she didn’t reply to that. Gerry wondered if she was trying to fool him into thinking she was leaving, but joke’s on her - Gerry could hear footsteps all the way through the house. He waited with bated breath for a minute, two minutes, slowly growing confused why she wasn’t either yelling at him or leaving.

He’d never tell her, but he kind of enjoyed fighting with her.

Finally, she called out, with an emotion in her voice that he had never heard from her before, “Is that why you won’t come out? You think I’d turn you into a candle?”

Gerry was flabbergasted. “Yes?” he called back. “You turn everyone into candles.”

“...it’s not just because you don’t like me?”

Aw, man. Gerry abruptly felt a little bad for the flame monster cult leader lady. She couldn’t be any older than him. “You’re really nice,” Gerry called back, feeling like an idiot. “I just didn’t make it this far by not being careful! Thanks for the food, though!”

A longer silence this time. For some reason, Gerry felt a weird kind of anxious. Not the normal level of ‘aaah im gonna get eaten’ anxious. But something different. He couldn’t describe it.

Finally, Agnes called back, “Do you want me to stop bothering you? I’m sorry if I’ve been harassing you. I’m not good at - at all of this.”

Gerry sat in his own silence, sitting cross-legged in front of the space heater on top of the hatch. His baggy jeans clung to his legs, slightly sweaty and definitely unwashed, and his raggedy thin black jacket was also a little sweaty. His hair was plastered to his head, limp and dirty. Wherever Agnes went, heat followed.

People who made dumb decisions didn’t live very long. Gerry had lived for quite a while - well, he was fifteen, but he had made it all year without getting eaten, which was really quite impressive.

And he had made it alone. When he woke up in this green and terrifying world, Mum hadn’t been there. He had looked for her for months. He had almost been ripped to shreds in Pinhole Books. She wasn’t in any of their usual London hideaways, either. Maybe she was outside of London, somewhere far away…

In all of Gerry’s books, he’d pack up his backpack and set out to look for Mum. He wouldn’t stop until he found her. Then he’d find out that she’d been embroiled in some plot to stop all of this, and he’d help her, and she’d hug him…

But it wasn’t a book. No matter how strange this new world was, fiction couldn’t begin to match. And Gerry didn’t really miss his Mum. Not really. He missed the fact that he was alone. He missed the fact that she was powerful and smart and talented, and definitely would have been able to protect the both of them. Gerry had to protect himself now, and he missed that safety more than he ever missed Mum.

Gerry wondered if Agnes was lonely. How could she, with a whole cult?

It was a stupid decision. But Gerry had always trusted too easy, anyway.

He stood up and pushed the space heater with a thick, screeching grinding sound that scraped uncomfortably along the wood. With a final heave, he pushed it off the hatch, and reluctantly bent down to lift the hatch and unfold the ladder.

“If you turn me into a candle I’m giving you an allergy attack,” Gerry called down, and the girl known as Agnes Montague smiled up at him brilliantly.

***

That wasn’t how Agnes and Gerry started. But it had been, maybe, how they got going.

Agnes, Gerry found out very quickly, was a hot-tempered girl. Save the jokes. She was always dressed like a sixties hippie, and her long red hair was always somehow glistening and clean. She let Gerry touch it, very carefully, and - yep, even the hair was wax. What a weird person.

After a bit of frantic introductions and suspicious squinting from both sides, Gerry and Agnes had eventually sat down cross-legged from each other as Gerry stuffed Twinkies in his mouth and she eyed them warily. She had eyed them with a bit of trepidation, but Gerry’s obvious joy at eating them must have made her curious. That was one thing Agnes was: curious. Almost to death.

“You really live up here? And you’ve never gotten trapped by a nightmare?”

Gerry shrugged uncomfortably, sucking at his fingers. “Yep. I run around town a lot too, cuz I get bored otherwise. It’s easy to evade all of that shit if you know how.”

“Wow.” It was probably her being a fire person or whatever, but Agnes’ eyes seemed to sparkle a little bit. “My cult members barely even let me outside by myself, and I can set shit on fire. You’re really weird for a human.”

Gerry couldn’t help but puff out his chest a little, even if he would have preferred her to use any other word than ‘weird’. “That’s what happens when your Mum trains you since birth to be a demon hunter.” He faltered a little. “I’m not sure if she knew this would happen, but I wouldn’t put it past her.”

“Your mum knew?” Agnes gasped. “I thought nobody knew about the Entities before the apocalypse!”

“Your cult members must have known, right?” Gerry pointed out, and Agnes nodded in concession of the point. “Yeah, there were always a few of us. Not a lot, though. Tight-knit community, everyone knew each other. Hobbyists, you know. It sucked. Most of the people who got involved in the supernatural were jerks.” Actually, now that Gerry thought about it… “That crazy apocalypse prepper Salasea must be coming out like a bandit right now.”

Agnes nodded sagely, as if she knew who Salasea was. Maybe she did? Gerry had always gotten the impression that if all of the demon hunters knew each other, then maybe all of the demons did too. Eventually word about Mum had really started to get around.

“You’re the first interesting human I’ve met,” Agnes said thoughtfully. “Most of them just - like, scream, you know? Or pretend I’m not there. Like if they don’t acknowledge me then I can’t hurt them. And, like, that’s the way it works for a lot of these things! But I’m a person too, you know?”

“You really aren’t.”

“I have feelings,” Agnes said firmly. “But maybe the reason why you’re still safe isn’t because you’re a super cool human hunter, Gerry.”

“It has to be a part of it,” Gerry said aggressively, eager to assert his masculinity and how cool he was.

“Of course,” Agnes allowed, making Gerry huff. “But I think it’s because you aren’t scared. You were wondering how I found you, right?” Gerry nodded slowly. He had been wondering how Agnes had caught on that he was living here. “It was because I felt a person - I can always feel body heat - but I didn’t taste any fear. I was setting some row houses on fire just to feel something, and you weren’t feeling anything either!” She set her expression firmly, almost bravely. “I think we’re the same.”

“A goth human teenager living in an attic and a flame princess of the fire cult?” Gerry asked skeptically. They couldn’t be less similar. Gerry lived each day in - well, as Agnes pointed out, not fear, but he was constantly just trying to survive. It was all he had ever known, but he knew that others didn’t live like that. He had known when he was a kid - that other kids were normal, were happy - and he knew it now. That a small handful of people in this world were having a blast, and that everyone else suffered. “We’re nothing alike.”

But Agnes faltered, just a bit, and Gerry just a little bit of that loneliness in her expression again. “You’re the only other kid who’s had a conversation with me.” She paused a beat. “Besides, like, Callum, but he’s a baby.”

Maybe, in a schoolyard or a town or a world, Gerry and Agnes weren’t so similar. Maybe they’d have nothing in common. But maybe, in this world that was both so isolated and so unified, they could be a little similar after all.

“I’ll allow it,” Gerry said graciously. He wanted to shake her hand, but he deeply knew that it was a bad idea. Instead, he broke his Twinkie in half, and held out the other one to her. “Friends?”

Agnes eyed the Twinkie warily. “Do you become friends by asking to be friends with someone?”

“I dunno, I don’t have any friends.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

But she took the Twinkie. It was a start.

****

Of course, Gerry and Agnes were far more alike than they had first thought. Mostly in the fact that their evil mothers had killed their fathers (which Gerry had the sneaking suspicion wasn’t a universal experience) and that the both of them were actually kind of literally protagonists of a YA book.

Well, Gerry had always been the protagonist of his own life. But he would write a story about Agnes too: about the spoiled princess who rejected her destiny. Who had a really cool previous life where she was all dramatic and sad and stuff, who died tragically only to be reborn as a magical teenage girl. Seriously, it was right out of a Sarah J Maas novel.

Maybe they latched onto each other too quickly, but it was the kind of latching on when you made friends with another kid at the orientation to summer camp and then religiously stuck to the kid once the actual camp started until you got another friend. Maybe. Gerry's never been to summer camp, how was he supposed to know.

But Agnes was sharply quick, surprisingly kind, and fiercely protective. Gerry had never met somebody who cared as much as her. It was really weird. He supposed that people like her, the powerful and destructive, had the privilege to care.

Agnes snuck over more and more often, and sometimes Gerry went to go visit her. Eventually they started roaming the streets together, loitering in businesses and committing general acts of tomfoolery. Gerry was an old hat at tomfoolery - he had only been vaguely supervised most of his life - but Agnes encroached every second of minor rule breaking with cautious glee.

Not that there really were rules anymore. Even if you were the kind of juvenile delinquent that got adults yelling at you and caused minor or major property damage, it wasn’t as if the cops were going to come and take you away. Either you got away with it, or you were eaten for a while. This was very natural to Gerry, and after a little bit of convincing it came easily to Agnes too. Maybe they really were well-suited for each other after all.

If Gerry’s Mum could see him now, she would call him ‘dreadful’ and ‘ill-mannered’ and ‘badly behaved’. But...she wasn’t there, so she could hardly complain. Served her right.

Months - maybe - later, Gerry and Agnes were hanging out in Gerry’s crawlspace again after a long day terrorizing demons and old men alike. They were splitting a blood orange - literally - and letting the sticky juice (juice?) run down their hands, laughing as Agnes imitated the look of shock on the old man’s face. Sitting down on the floor, flavor bursting sweet on his tongue, as Agnes teased him for dropping peels everywhere...Gerry was almost happy.

Rookie mistake.

Agnes sensed it first, stiffening slightly as her body pulsed slightly warmer. Gerry scooted a little further away from her carefully as she turned to look at the thin plaster wall, brow furrowing.

“Is it a nightmare?” Gerry whispered. “Or a person?”

“Neither,” Agnes whispered back. “It’s…”

Then Gerry heard it too: the clack of nails on hardwood, and a sound so terrifying it made his gut tie itself into knots. It was a growl, bestial and wet. Something was snarling outside.

Gerry stopped breathing, sitting absolutely still. The sounds of sniffing and snarling were loud and distinct, and he couldn’t help but stare at the sticky, juicy, smelly orange in his hands. Agnes was also still, far more completely than Gerry ever could be, carefully listening.

He wanted to whisper to Agnes, make a game plan, but the monster would hear them. Part of Gerry wanted to tremble in fear, but that wasn’t useful. He forced himself to calm down as best as he could while keeping his breaths minimal. Remember Dune. Fear was the mind killer. Fear is the little death.

But then Agnes smiled at him faintly, making a gentle gesture with her hand. Agnes was a literal fire messiah. She could take almost any monster. Gerry had never seen her afraid of anything, just contemptuous or annoyed. Having her there with him was more reassuring than any book quote, and Gerry exhaled softly as he smiled back at her. Agnes was going to torch that monster, and it would be super cool, and they’d high five, and -

“Daisy? What are you looking for?”

Agnes’s expression stretched into terror. She mouthed ‘fuck!’, and slapped a hand over her mouth. She didn’t breathe, and her chest never rose and fell, but she abruptly started trembling.

“Shut it off!” Gerry hissed, as quietly as he physically could. “They’ll feel it -”

“That is the most dangerous monster in the world,” Agnes whispered, and Gerry fell silent. “Don’t move.”

For the first time in a very long time, in an apocalyptic world built on terror and fear, Gerry felt afraid.

A faint yipping echoed through the space, almost like a dog. It could never be mistaken for a dog.

“Well, yes, there’s people everywhere. Other places have more people, even. Why can’t we just go there?” Another bark, a low bass cut. “Oh, if it’s a Hunt, then it’s alright.”

The heat was growing oppressive, and Gerry frantically motioned for Agnes to cut it out. He was withholding his own ragged breathing, and abruptly Gerry felt as if he couldn’t breathe. It was just making him more scared, the sweat trickling down his neck -

There was another yip, so close it might as well be made in his ear. It clearly came from directly in front of him.

Gerry couldn’t help it - he screamed, overwhelmed with fire and heat and fear and the wolf at their door.

The wall exploded.

Dust and insulation burst outwards in a fine white cloud, and Gerry and Agnes were abruptly coughing intensely and the wall cracked, folded, and collapsed inwards. Gerry was showered with fragments of wood and plaster, stifling another scream, and screwed his eyes shut against the sudden influx of light.

He cracked them open as quickly as he could, unwilling to meet whatever was in front of him with his eyes closed. Instantly, overwhelmingly, Gerry was brought face to snout with a giant wolf.

Gerry firmly believed that people weren’t meant to see apex predators up close. Nobody should be able to touch a bear, was Gerry’s opinion. What was an anaconda? Gerry was on the opposite side of the room. He wasn’t afraid, but he hadn’t made it to the ripe old age of fifteen without being highly cautious.

It wasn’t right, staring this wolf in the face. Every inch of it stood out to him: the slobber, the snarl, the canines almost as long as his hand. It was silvery white, with a thick ruff and coat, and Gerry watched in awe as the wolf snarled and -

And stopped snarling. It started looking at him curiously instead, bushy tail sweeping gently side to side.

The immediate problem almost solved, Gerry was able to take in the figure behind the wolf.

He was a guy. Unfairly tall, Black with curly hair drawn tight into a ponytail. Sharp features, undercut by unnaturally green eyes. He was in a suit that looked like he had put it on three months ago and had never changed. He was...wearing a trenchcoat? He was just a guy!

“A human!” The man - monster? Guy? Nightmare? Avatar? - cried. “Oh, good job, Daisy! You’re a fantastic investigator.” The wolf - Daisy was a stupid name for a wolf - barked lowly. “Yes, it is like an oven in here, isn’t it?”

Gerry opened his mouth, then closed it. He was still cowering on his ass, covered in dust and plaster. This guy was Agnes’ monster? Maybe she had mistaken him for someone else. “Who -”

“He’s even talking!” The man exclaimed, as if he was a dancing monkey. “They never talk to me voluntarily, you know.” Daisy barked again. “I think it’s cute! Kids are so repetitive, but this one smells great. Good job, Daisy.”

Before Gerry could protest the man stepped forward and looked down at him, and a sick realization trickled through him.

The man had nothing behind his eyes. Bright green, sick and churning, radioactive and poisonous. His expression was absent and vaguely curious, like a child watching an ant crawl through its anthill. Slowly, intensely, the man’s placid expression broke into a sharp and demented smile.

It wasn’t the smile of a human staring at a tasty sandwich. It wasn’t even the smile of a monster drawing a human into a nightmare. It was the smile of a child holding the magnifying glass to the ant: triumphant, because now the child got to see what happens when an ant blackened to a crisp. Elated, because they were the child, and not the ant. Victorious, because they could only remember the distinction in the act of causing harm.

“Statement of -”

“Leave him alone!”

The monster exploded into flames.

Agnes leapt from her position in the crawlspace, slightly tucked away out of sight, and shoved at the wolf hard. The wolf yowled, her handprints blackening its fur, and it retreated snarling.

It was not the first time Gerry had seen someone set on fire. It happened a lot, when you hung out with Agnes. But the man burned, in bright and beautiful red-hot flames, crackling and searing the skin and air and sky. His mouth was open in a silent scream.

Something green shone from within the flames.

Then the flames were gone. It was as if he had never been set on fire at all. At most he smelled vaguely of burning flesh, and his hair had broken free of its ponytail to settle in fuzzy waves.

The monster looked mildly peeved.

Agnes grabbed Gerry, leaving red-hot scorch marks on his hoodie, and yanked him behind her. Gerry was not embarrassed to say that he absolutely hid behind Agnes as she put herself between him and the monster and his wolf. The wolf who was now snarling deeply at them, and the slightly irritated monster who shook ash off his unharmed trench coat.

“I don’t care if you called dibs on him,” the monster bitched. “You don’t get to stop me in the middle of a - oh, Agnes!” The monster’s expression brightened as he snapped his fingers. “Agnes Montague, right? Your cult introduced me to you at - what was it -”

“Annabelle’s annual party five months ago,” Agnes said flatly. Her wax hair was still burning at the ends, and although Gerry couldn’t see her expression he knew it had to be fierce. “Nice to see you again, Jon. Now stay away from him.”

“If you called dibs then you shouldn’t have let me try to eat him,” Jon - which was the dumbest name for an evil monster - complained. He smelled his arm, grimacing. “Setting me on fire’s downright rude, Agnes. Didn’t Jude teach you any manners?”

“Go away!” Agnes yelled. Gerry realized quietly that she was still shaking. “He’s not yours! He’s the one thing you aren’t allowed to hurt!”

Jon frowned at her. Gerry could practically see it: Did_not_compute.exe. It simply didn’t make sense: that there was something in the world that he wasn’t allowed to hurt. That there was something in the world that was not his.

Before Jon could speak again, his wolf barked harshly at him. She kept barking, completely indecipherably, as Jon’s expression screwed up in uncomprehension. “What does it matter if they’re children.” The wolf barked. “I mean, I don’t actually care if we piss off the Desolation or not.” Bark, bark. “Why are you always guilt tripping me!” Bark, bark, bark, bark. Eventually Jon’s expression turned somewhat abashed, and then downright embarrassed.

“Right, right.” He turned back to Agnes and Gerry, a little sulky. “Sorry for trying to eat your human, Agnes. In my defense, he was quite -” The dog yipped. “ - innocent, and I’m sure he’s very fun. Great. Well, this was a waste of time. Call me if you get tired of him, Agnes.”

Jon turned to go, and Gerry could not see his back soon enough. The heat had died as Agnes calmed down, her arms crossed over her chest and scowling fiercely.

“Apologize to him!”

Jon froze, halfway across the room. Gerry quietly wanted to die.

The monster slowly turned on his heel, looking at Agnes with a faintly flabbergasted expression. “You can’t be serious -” The wolf barked again. Gerry had the impression that the wolf was in charge of him. “Stop ganging up on me -” Bark. “I don’t know how to talk to humans, don’t make me!” A very firm bark.

“Do it,” Agnes said firmly. “Or I’ll set you on fire again.”

Unbelievably, the monster groaned. He turned to Gerry, fluorescent eye twitching. “Alright, alright! Listen, uh - kiddo? Kiddo. I am very sorry that you tasted - I am very sorry that I tried to scar you for life and consume your trauma. I cannot stress enough how it’s nothing personal. There.” Weirdly enough, he looked a little proud of himself. “Hah. Totally rocked that talking to a human thing.”

“Uh,” Gerry said, too dizzy with the events of the last ten minutes to care very much about what he said, “is the wolf in charge of you?”

Even more unbelievably, the man brightened. “I’m her assistant! Not very many people pick that up. You’re very bright, little human. Do you want to pet her?” Jon glanced at Daisy, who looked unimpressed. Very loudly, he hissed at her, “Do children like petting dogs?”

The wolf, somehow, seemed to inform him that yes, they did.

They were in too deep now. Gerry walked up and petted the wolf. It was fucking awesome. Agnes groaned and pulled him back again very quickly. She seemed a little jealous. The wolf yipped at her and Agnes reluctantly petted the wolf too.

Jon clapped his hands. “Well! That was very unpleasant. I won’t ask what you’re doing hiding in a wall, Agnes. As a personal favor to you.”

“Thanks,” Agnes said flatly.

“Tell Diego and Jude that I’m not doing it. Or eating your human. As a personal favor to you.”

“Definitely will.”

“Fantastic.” Jon’s eyes glinted, in the soft light of Agnes’ flames. “I’m very happy you’ve reincarnated into that fun child’s body, Agnes. Children are so tempestuous and impulsive. I wouldn’t have tolerated an adult setting me on fire. You understand that, don’t you?”

Agnes nodded, almost shakily.

“You understand that for an adult, that would have had very different consequences.”

Agnes nodded again.

“Fantastic!” Then Jon was beaming again, all carelessness and laziness. “Have fun, you little delinquents. Come on, Daisy. I’m famished.”

He swanned off, wolf following closely on his tail. But the wolf looked back as it crossed the threshold, large yellow eyes piercing in a way that Gerry just couldn’t name, before they both disappeared. As slowly and terrifyingly as they had come.

Ten seconds passed, then fifteen.

Agnes crumpled to her knees and bent over the floor, shaking, and her hands pressed hot scorch marks into the wood. She was still shuddering, and Gerry bent down next to her. He couldn’t physically comfort her, but he could put his hand close to hers on the wood. As close as possible, yet never touching.

“We are so lucky to be alive,” Agnes breathed, before abruptly groaning. “I set him on fire! I set The Archivist on fire!”

The title tickled something in Gerry’s brain, bringing up an insane amount of questions, but he brushed them all aside. Gertrude was dead - or at the very least, very far away, where she was no good to him. She had to be, otherwise he would have noticed her cutting a swathe through Britain by now.

“Who is he?” Gerry asked. He didn’t really want to know, but...well, he was himself. He wanted to know everything. It was kind of his whole thing.

Agnes sat down on her knees, rubbing her forehead, and Gerry cautiously sat down next to her. “He’s the monster who sold the world. The most dangerous man ever made.”

“The most dangerous man in the world gets bossed around by his dog?” Gerry asked, before the words sunk in. “Wait, I thought that was Jonah Magnus!”

“Jonah Magnus doesn’t kill people because they annoy him!” Agnes snapped, before she groaned into her hands again. “And I set him on fire…Diego is going to kill me!”

“For what it’s worth,” Gerry said awkwardly, “I’m glad you set him on fire. He was kind of a dick.” He paused again, uncertain of how to say it. “And...thanks for caring, I guess. You really don’t have to.” He shrugged, unwilling to state what had always been unsaid between them. “I’m a human. These things happen to us. You just have to deal with it.”

That was the way of the world. It had always been that way, even before the apocalypse. The strong and powerful and important like Jon kicked around smaller people, and the smaller people just hoped they survived it.

Gerry was a survivor. Nobody had ever saved him before. Maybe because nobody had ever saved him before.

Agnes tackled Gerry in a tight, pressing hug. She wasn’t hot at all, just mildly warm - an incredible act of effort and concentration on her part. Her arms were solid and unyielding, never mistaken for flesh, but she clutched at him with a unique desperation. Gerry cautiously hugged her back, letting her bury her head into his shoulder.

“Not to you,” Agnes whispered. “Nothing bad’s going to happen to you. Not even The Archivist.”

“You can’t promise that,” Gerry whispered.

“We’re family.” Agnes separated from him, stubbornly fighting boiling tears. “And I’m sick of just dealing with it.”

Gerry opened his mouth, then closed it. “Family?” He said weakly.

Agnes blushed hotly. “If you want!” She tightened her fists on her skirt, winding the fabric between her fingers anxiously. “It’s just that - I know you don’t have anyone...and I have my cultists, but they don’t really care about me, not like you do...and I know it used to be different, that family used to mean something different, but I don’t care about what old people thought family meant. I care about you, and we’re sticking together, so that’s what we are.” She faltered a little. “If you want.”

“Siblings, then,” Gerry said faintly. “If you want.”

And he did want it. More than anything, Gerry wanted this.

When Agnes smiled at him, and she hugged him tightly again, Gerry was halfway certain that yet another disaster was about to befall them. He knew that meteors were going to strike, that the ground was going to open up and engulf them, that the world would end in fire and ice, because Gerry was so happy it clenched his heart. He was so happy he couldn’t breathe.

“It’ll be okay,” Agnes said into his shoulder, “we’ll never have to deal with Jonathan Sims again. I promise.”

****

It was not a promise Agnes kept.

They ran into him again. And again. And again. Eventually, after meeting a monstrous golem of fear and suffering that induced paralyzing fear so frequently, said simulacrum of human experience became slightly tiresome. And you realized that he was, actually, really not that bright. Or at the very least not very mature. And that his wolf sister kind of wore the pants in that relationship. That he and his wolf sister were like Agnes and Gerry, in every possible way. And that he was, weirdly, deeply kind. And that he loved, so bright and pure and fearsome that it had brought down the world. That he was capable of loving Gerry. Maybe even, given enough time, anyone.

Many months later, as Gerry, Agnes, Jon, and Daisy sat in an ice cream shop splitting blood orange ice cream (with real blood!) and bickering endlessly about if Friends was the Flesh or the Stranger, that Gerry thought he might feel something familiar in his chest.

Something that clenched his heart, something that made him so happy he couldn’t breathe. Something that felt like fire and ice and meteors and disaster.

Jon must have felt it. He looked at Gerry, surprised, with ice cream slowly dripping from his spoon and congealing on the table. “What’s wrong with you? Are you ill? Agnes, is he ill?”

“No,” Gerry said, wiping at his eyes. “I guess I’m happy again.”

Everybody stared at him, slightly dumbfounded.

Daisy barked.

“You’re quite right, Daisy,” Jon said.

He didn’t tell them what she was right about, and Gerry never asked. He already knew.

#my writing #be nice to jon this is like his first time talking with a human outside of eating them #how would YOU feel if people started waving a chicken in your face and told you to apologise #nobody asked for this and i haven't thought about jonbackers in a while but you know what? maybe i should #also I found an old scrapped short story of mine that was 'hey you know if jon hadn't run from martin in the beginning #then NONE of this story would have ever happened'#might post that too not sure #gerard keay #agnes montague #jonathan sims #daisy tonner #why the fuck do i write anybody other than teen gerry

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In The Centre of a Snowstorm

This is for @procrastinationonvacation with whom I have had some really great conversations (and discussed the logistics of one-handed braiding which was honestly so fun) and with whom I always love talking!

Link to AO3.

Phil is sitting in the eaves of the house, pouring over hundreds of books in dozens of lost languages when there comes a tapping at the window.

Phil frowns as he looks up and reaches over to undo the latch to let in the crow. He never closes his window for just this reason.

A flurry of wind and snow flies in, catching up ancient pieces of paper and throwing them around like little ragdoll. Phil swears as he catches them out of the air and attempts to throw them all into drawers and out of the sudden bad weather.

He scowls at the sky and the ominously grey clouds when he’s done. This now means he’s going to have to go right around the house to shut all the shutters and make sure the chickens and cows are in their pens and-

And locate the boys.

“Ah shit – oi, you,” he points at one of the crows, “go find the others and bring them back in here and stay warm up here until the end of the storm. I’m sure one of you can close the window.”

He skids down the ladder out of the attic, closing the trap door behind himself.

“Wilbur! Techno! Tommy! There’s a storm coming in, we need to get the house battened down!” There’s silence. “Oi! Listen to me you little shits! You aren’t getting out of helping if you’re trying to hide.”

He knocks on Wilbur’s bedroom door but, upon getting no answer, he pushes it open.

It’s empty.

So is Techno’s room and so is Tommy’s.

He closes the shutters in all three, if only to minimise the work when he finds them.

“If you don’t come out right now, I won’t be letting you go to the next tournament.”

Still no reply, even though Phil knows that this is an effective method of getting what he wants out of his housemates.

He might be getting a little worried now.

Once he has tied down all the shutters – thus having checked every room of the house – and he has found no sign or either Wilbur, Techno or Tommy, he is definitely worried.

There are no crows for him to ask for help: they are all safe in the attic and the wind will be too strong for them anyway.

He pulls on a cloak and pulls his hat down securely around his ears, and ventures out into the snow, first towards the barn where the animals are sheltered in the vain hope that they are there.

“Oh fuck,” Phil mutters after finding no sign of them there, either, and takes only a moment to lock the barn door before he turns in despair to the already thick snow tugging relentlessly at his cloak and wings.

“Wilbur!” He yells as loudly as he can. “Tommy! Techno!”

His voice is lost on the wind and there’s no response.

He tries again all the same, beginning to feel panic creeping into voice as he walks away from the house and barn.

“Wilbur! Tom-” He cuts off, as distantly there comes the faintest shout.

He calls again, taking another tentative step forward and he definitely can hear someone. It’s Wilbur.

Eventually, with their call and response through the steadily intensifying storm, Phil finally sees the bright yellow of Wil’s jumper under the flurries of snow.

“Phil! Phil! We found you a birthday present!”

Tommy jumps at Phil before he can say a thing. He is wearing Techno’s cloak which is really far too big on him but Phil is glad that the others didn’t let him stay in his t-shirt and shorts out in a blinding snowstorm.

The panic bleeds out of Phil’s chest.

“Tommy, I don’t have a birthday.”

Tommy’s grin reveals the front tooth he lost last week when he fell after jumping on his bed. “That’s not what Wil – Wil says that it’s today so we went out to find you a present.”

“Aw, that was nice of you mate.” Phil wraps an arm around his shoulders and tucks him into his side. He may have a cloak but Phil doesn’t feel like losing him in the snow.

“It was my idea!” Wilbur mutters, his voice clear over the wind despite how quietly he said it.

“The birthday was your idea,” Techno corrected. “The present was Tommy’s ideas.”

“Uh-huh!” Tommy looks up from under Phil’s arm. “You said you wanted some of those weird glittery berries and Tech said that he knew where we could find some but then we got lost in the caves which meant we were longer than we thought but we got the berries and some seeds so you can grow loads and loads more!”

Phil’s heart goes warm even through the cold. “Aw, mate.”

“Yeah, well old man, you deserve it for living so long.” Techno gently punches him in the arm affectionately.

“And they taste nice,” Wilbur adds. “I’m sure they’d make nice jam.”

Phil laughs and, even though he does not know where the house is anymore, he finds himself quite happy.

“What would you like for supper?” Phil asks, a few breathless minutes after getting back into the house, thinking that some food will help keep everyone’s minds off of the frozen death in the snowstorm outside they just all avoided.

Technoblade grunts and shrugs, not looking up from where he had fallen face first on the sofa. Wilbur throws a cushion at him.

“What do we-” Wilbur begins to ask as he settles on the carpet but is cut off by Tommy.

“Waffles.”

“Waffles?” Phil asks, trying to remember whether they have the right ingredients in the house.

“Waffles?” Wilbur echoes and he makes a face.

“Waffles.” Tommy stands on the sofa at Techno’s feet, still wearing Techno’s far too big cloak. “Dare you argue with the waffle king, peasant?”

Wilbur splutters indignantly. “The waffle king? What kind of title is that?”

“The greatest title of all time bitch. Phil, we would like waffles.”

Phil has decided that he can probably find the ingredients somewhere in the house when he is addressed.

“Waffles it is then,” he agrees, inclining his head to hide his amusement.

Tommy cheers and is promptly tugged by the ankle off the sofa by an indignant Wilbur and they dissolve into bickering.

Phil turns away, deciding that it is probably not worth getting involved.

#Philza #Wilbur Soot #Technoblade #tommyinnit #Winter Solstice #DSMP #MCYT #Fanfiction #Fae's Stuff #Fae's Fic #procrastinationonvacation

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Imminient Annihilation Sounds so Dope, Chapter Five

Michael Langdon x reader

Summary: Reader and Micheal finally meet in person. However a unfortunate series of events follows..

Words: 4.5k+

A/N: There is a extreme amount of violence in this chapter so please be careful when reading! Otherwise, enjoy :) ALSO let me know if you wanna be on the taglist!!

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Your nickname was ‘Pyro’, pyromaniac for short. Your sister witches liked to call you that because the only two powers you possessed were the ability to conjure up fire out of thin air, and to bring back the dead. You felt quite useless only having two powers but Cordelia always told you that if you practiced they would start to grow and develop farther.

However, you were starting to think that was total bullshit. You’ve been working on your powers for the past couple of weeks non stop and there’s been no progress made.. At all. You’ve been practicing all day today and now.. you were supposed to be sleeping. You and Mallory were both supposed to be sleeping actually but instead you two were up in the tiny attic of Robichaux’s. Nobody really knew the attic exsisted, you actually found it accidentally and ever since it was you and Mallory’s little hiding spot where you two went to get away from all the other girls without actually leaving the coven. Espically now since Micheal was after you, it just wasn’t safe to leave the coven anymore.

You sat on the windowsill, which was right next to a decent size circular dusty window. Mallory was about a foot or so away from you, sitting on a dusty gross fabric chair. She was currently holding your phone, reading through the most recent text messages that you had received from Madison.

Yup, fucking Madison. You thought this whole situation couldn’t get any worse or complicated than it already was but it sure did. Madison had found your phone number that you had left for Micheal, and decided to message you.

You always secretly wondered what happened to Madison after Micheal had brought her back from hell, since she disappeared and never really returned back to the coven. You never met Madison before she died but you definetly knew about her. Besides practice magic, all anyone ever did in this coven was gossip.

But it was clear to you now what had happened. She was dating Micheal, and judging by the texts, she seemed pretty in love with him. In love with him enough to threaten you anyways. Now you really didn’t know what the fuck to do.

Well, you kinda did. You know what you were supposed to do anyway. Cordelia told you to text Micheal and to atleast plan to meet up with him so that you could start trying to seduce him, so that’s what you were currently trying to do now with Mallory in the attic. Trying to conjure up the courage to text Micheal, espically now that Madison texted you ealier today basically telling you to watch your back.

So you were a little on edge.

“So what do we do now”?

You brought your attention from looking out the window to looking at Mallory who just spoke. She handed you back your phone, indicating she was done reading the texts.

“I don’t really know. I mean, should I even still try to have a relationship with Micheal? I know Cordelia is counting on me too but Madison is going to kill me-“

You started but Mallory cut you off. You felt exhausted and tired emotionally but yet physically you were cursed with insomnia and restlessness as of lately. You never suffered with insomnia before you switched but now it was something that plagued you and kept you up easily past midnight.

“Those were just threats (y/n). I’ve met Madison before, she isn’t going to kill you. She’s just.. really upset”.

Mallory said, trying her best to reassure you.

“I don’t know though. I mean.. I think she’s serious Mallory”.

You stated, frowning. As much as you wished that what Madison was saying was bullshit, you knew that the threats were real and that there was a good chance that Madison was serious in acting out on them.

You brought your attention back to the phone you were holding.. Deciding what to do. That’s when you heard a ‘ping’! And you noticed a notification bar popped up on the top part of your screen.

It was him. Fuck.

You didn’t have him saved as a contact exactly but you knew his number by heart. You swallowed hard and clicked on the notification which brought you to your and Micheals text messages.

‘Hello’

You wasted no time in telling Mallory that Micheal was now texting you.

“Why do you think he’s texting me past midnight? Espically after his girlfriend literally threatened me? I mean do you think he doesn’t know about that”?

You spoke and then continued,

“Oh no. You don’t think he’s trying to hook up with me right”?

You said and Mallory’s laughter cut you off. You watched her as she grabbed a small pillow that was on the chair she was sitting on and playfully threw it at you. You caught the pillow, laughing now too.

“(Y/n)! Didn’t you say hes from California? He’s way too far away to do that”.

You shot her a dirty look and then looked back at your phone.

“Should I say something back to atleast see”?

“Yes”!

Mallory said. You scooted over so that Mallory could sit by you while you texted Micheal back.

“Hi.. You do realize that your girlfriend left me some nice messages right? I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to talk, like you said previously”.

You tried to stifle your laughter at how ridiculous this all was. You know that Cordelia or one of the other witches were bound to wake up at how loud you two were laughing.

You and Mallory were both now staring instenily at your phone, espically since he seemed to be replying to your texts so fast.

‘I realize that. I think it would be best for us to meet in person to discuss recent events’

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“What”?

You said outloud, Mallory looked nearly as in disbelief as you were. Then she looked worried. Very worried.

“(Y/N), this is a horrible idea. Please tell me your not actually considering doing this”.

She said, and you replied to Micheal while you lazily gave Mallory a reply out loud.

“I don’t know, I mean, maybe it’s a good idea for us to talk in person. Cause, I still have to try to seduce this guy so I have to start somewhere with him you know? And I don’t wanna tell Cordelia about Madison and then have her worry.. I can handle this”.

You looked into Mallorys eyes, which normally were dull and kind. But now they looked vivid with a hint of green, and worried. You then turned your gaze back to your phone and replied to Micheal.

‘Where and when would this be? You know what time is it don’t you’?

‘The sooner we can meet the better. And yes, I am aware of the time’

It was so strange for you to read these messages from Micheal. Ealier you thought he wanted nothing to do with you, now he wanted to actually give you a chance? Well who knows if this was him actually giving you a chance. Maybe this was Madison trying to get you to meet him so she could kill you, or maybe Micheal was planning on killing you himself. All you knew is that you didn’t have much to lose at this point so why not meet him?

This whole ‘fake date and seduce Micheal out of the apocalypse’ ordeal was seeming more like mission impossible by the minuete. You were truly starting to believe that you couldn’t pull it off, and maybe it would just be easier to let Micheal kill you than let your coven down. So you texted him back.

‘Where are you’?

‘Somewhere in Lousiana’

You held your breath as you typed your next text.

‘And you want to meet tonight’?

‘Yes’

He replied. He sent you a address and told you to meet him there in 30 minutes and before you actually thought about what you were doing, you agreed to it. You lifted your head again to look at Mallory.

“(Y/N), this isn’t a good idea. If Micheal tries to hurt you-“

Mallory started.

“Then I’ll hurt him back. I need to do this, I told Cordelia I would. The first step in getting this plan to work is to actually meet him in person. I know it’s scary but I have to take this first step”.

You said solemnly, you hugged Mallory which you swore you heard crying but when you pulled away her face looked stoic as ever.

You slowly stepped away and pulled up the hatch that revealed a ladder that went down from the attic as you started to set up a taxi for you to take.

You weren’t sure what exactly you were expecting when Micheal sent you a address for you two to meet at but it sure as hell wasnt this.

Saying it was creepy was really a fucking understatement. It was a two story, tall abonded house with boarded up windows and rotting wood. Several no tressprassing signs decorated the house and the lawn but that didn’t stop you as you approached the house. You watched the taxi drive away as you continued up the path that lead up to the house. The house was nestled in the forest which just made you feel more uneasy. You didn’t mind the forest, but you couldn’t deny how creepy it felt to be in the forest past midnight.

If Micheal really wanted to just talk, why would he meet you here? Why not a cafe or some place in public? This was definitely a red flag. Your whole body started to shake as you stepped up onto the porch which made you jump at how loud it creaked.

You didn’t bother to knock when you reached the front door, your sure if you did knock the house would fall apart at how fragile it looked.

Your whole body felt electric and on edge. You knew that you didn’t have to look out just for Micheal here, that homeless people or anyone else could be lurking in the shadows as well.

You froze and your body turned stiff when you heard footsteps and you started to see a tiny light source come from around the corner, likely come from a candle. You could tell the light source was small but in the house it was nearly pitch black, so any form of light seemed to shine bright.

It was when you heard the footsteps you started to panic.. You felt fine before but knowing that this could be the first time you could interact with Micheal? It was the anticipation of not knowing what would happen next that made you feel so anxious. You wanted to speak but you couldn’t. You wanted to run, scream, do literally anything but you couldn’t. That was when you saw who was in the house.

The figure that you heard walking came out from around the corner was now standing down in front of you in the hallway.

Tall, Blonde, wearing a entirely black outfit and holding a ciggerate in her right hand - not a candle as you previously thought - you knew exactly who this was. Madison fucking Montegomery. You were set up.

“Fuck you, Madison. What are you doing here”.

You spat out, shaking your head. You could feel tears peaking at the edges of your eyes. Madison slowly approached you as she took a hit off her ciggerate.

“What do you think I’m doing here, bitch. I’m here to put a end to this fucking bullshit like I told you. I would’ve done this sooner if I knew it was so easy to get you alone like this”.

She said smirking. You felt so stupid, why did you trust Micheal to actually come meet you?

“Look Madison. Can we just talk this out? Like actually sit down and talk? This is all just a misunderstanding really”.

You said. You felt yourself still shaking as Madison finally stopped approaching you and threw her ciggerate on the ground and stomped it out with her heel.

“A misunderstanding? Bitch your trying to take my fucking boyfriend!what part of that is a misunderstanding”?

Her voice boomed throughout the house, even though she was only a couple feet away from you it sounded like she was nearly screaming. However, her voice got a little softer when she next spoke.

“I know that I don’t know you that well but in this circumstance, it’s irrelevant because I know enough about you to know that you don’t need him. You don’t need him like I do. You have the coven, you have all of them and I have no one. It’s not that I just left the coven, no one wanted me there anymore. The only person I have left is Micheal and there’s no way in hell im letting you take that from me! So know what I’m about to do isn’t really personal, you just happened to get in the way of what’s mine”.

Madison spoke. After the ciggerate went out a couple minuets ago, you were pretty much in complete darkness again. You still managed to notice one of her hands move up and away from her side, and twisted in a circular motion. You knew exactly what that motion meant - fire.

You flinched as you saw a bright red spark catch onto the bottom of your pants, and then quickly blossom into full fledged flames.

You screamed louder than you even knew you could as you did something fucking remarkable. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment (literally) but as you attempted to wave off the fire that was on your clothes, you seemed to transfer it right onto Madison.

You saw and watched the fire leave your clothes, fly across the room and then catch onto Madison - all with just the flick of your hand.

You stood there gasping. Even though you weren’t actually on fire anymore, your ankles were defintly still burning. You started to grit your teeth in pain as you watched Madison struggle to get the flames off herself and within 2 seconds she managed to do so.

You never were capable of doing something like that before - moving objects at all. Even if the object was fire. You could light things on fire, easily even. But move fireballs across the room and make people catch on fire? That was new.

“You fucking bitch”!

You heard Madison screech and you watched her actually start to run at you.

The burns from ealier hurt you with such a instenity that you felt like you were still on fire. It felt like fire itsself was running through your veins. You definetly were crying now, and maybe screaming but you couldn’t tell anymore if that was you screaming or Madison. The tears came from pain, physical pain but you used this pain and the little energy you had left to protect yourself.

You knew Madison was out for blood, she was trying to kill you.

With a small grunt, you flicked your hand up sharply and you watched Madison’s body fly across the room and hit the wall so harshly that it actually made the house shake.

Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness now. You saw as she hit her head against the wall and quickly fell down onto the ground. She looked like a fucking rag doll the way she had fell. You stood there and waited for her to move... but there was nothing.

You swear you saw blood dribbling out of her mouth and running down her forehead but you were terrified to get close to her... What if she woke up?

“Madison”?

It came out as a whisper, even though it wasn’t intended as such. Your voice was thick and raspy.

It was becoming increasingly more hard to breath with the smoke from the fire from ealier, and the pain in your ankles was starting to paralyze you.

There was really no need to stick around here any more. You could figure out what to do tommorow about Micheal and Madison, now you needed to go home figure out what to do with your wounds and see the damage that was really done.

You turned around slowly and started to leave. You were already incredibly close to the front door to start with, so it only took a couple steps to get out of the house.

That’s when you saw him. You must’ve been in shock from the whole situation that happened ealier because you nearly forgot about Micheal showing up completely. But here he was. It was still pretty dark outside but there was defintly more light than there was inside the house.

He was walking up the path leading up to the house several feet away from you. You guess he didn’t notice you because he didn’t look up at you until you completly froze and stopped walking.

“Micheal”?

You spoke softly. Your not sure why you said his name, it just kind of came out before you knew it. The first thing you noticed about him was his eyes. His beautiful brilliant blue eyes. You knew the only reason you were having these thoughts was because you were in shock.

He looked incredibly confused as he stared at you. It seemed like the entire world was frozen for a moment. And maybe it was.

“W-What are you doing out here”?

Even though this situation was horrid and you shouldn’t be smiling, the fact that you actually made Micheal stutter - that you made him nervous defintly made you grin a little. But the smile didn’t last. You guessed he said this because he thought maybe Madison would’ve taken care of you. But no. Surprise bitch.

“I mean, what are you doing out here Micheal? You totally set me up. I thought I was meeting you and yet your psycho ass girlfriend shows up instead!! I didn’t mean to hurt her but I was left with no other choice.. I’m sorry”.

You admitted. You felt completely baffled. If Micheal truly just showed up, was it his intentions to even hurt you? Did he even know that was Madison was going to show up as well? Obvisouly it wasn’t the right time to ask these questions since Micheal now looked in complete shock. And anger. You could see the anger rising in his eyes but you surprisingly didn’t feel scared.

“Madison”?!

The fear and concern you heard in his voice startled you. He ran past you and nearly flew up the stairs and went inside the house. You knew the wise move would be to just leave, that was what a normal sane person would do but lately you weren’t really feeling like either of those things. You made the dumb decision to follow him into the house.

You tried to be as quiet and cautious as possible as you slowly walked into the house. You didn’t want to set Micheal off because he was clearly upset that you hurt Madison. Confronting him would be like cornering a wounded animal. He was crouched next to her body, holding her and crying. Even though you hated him with every fiber of your being, you had to admit that seeing him in person.. was a experience.. to say the least. From being in his body you knew he was pretty, but seeing him in his own body, separate away from you allowed you to admire the true beauty he held.

Now you were really believing that being his soulmate was a mistake.

It wasn’t completly certainly on how soulmates were chosen. Many were certain that God chose your soulmate, and others who were non religious thought that it was completely random. Either way, you knew Micheal Langdon and you were a mistake. Maybe you were meant to be soulmates in a different alternate universe and not this one. In a universe where you weren’t a witch and he wasn’t the antichrist, your sure you two would make the perfect match but here? Right now? Hell no.

You had empathy for him though. Seeing him crying, vulnerable and grieving his possibly dead girlfriend made you feel bad for him. That’s when the thought that you actually could’ve killed Madison registered in your brain.

You held your breath as you spoke.

“Does she have a pulse”?

He whipped his head over to look at you and the sheer anger and hatred he held in his gaze made you take a step back. You felt like apologizing again but you knew that would do nothing to help the situation.

He turned his head back and watched as his hand went to her neck as he put two fingers over her carotid. He was sniffling now, the cries had died down which now resulted in silent tears running down his cheeks.

“She does”.

He said. His voice was broken and hoarse. You exhaled and felt a eneroumous weight lifted off your chest. You can’t imagine if you actually killed Madison, you would be charged with treason and most likely burned at the stake. And that would be that.

Micheal rose up to his feet and turned his body towards you but didn’t leave Madison’s side. He continued to stare at you with the same great intensity he held earlier.

“You need to get out of here. Before I fucking snap your neck”.

He gritted his teeth and his hands lay loosely at his sides. You knew all it would take was for him to raise one of his hands for him to kill you, he wouldn’t even have to touch you.

Again, a small voice in your head told you to turn around leave. To return back to the coven but you knew you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t run away like a dog with its tail between its legs. You couldn’t show fear or that you were scared. You would never be able to win over Micheal if he knew you were scared of him.

Instead of running away like you oh so desperately wanted too, your held your hands into fists at your side.

“Try me, bitch”.

You saw how his hand rose up away from his side and you heard yourself gasp as you watched his hand make a fist - likely making a motion to try and kill you in some way, shape or form. But nothing happened. Your neck didn’t snap, your heart wasn’t pulled from your chest.. You continued to breathe. You were very much alive.

It was strange, and nearly comical to watch Micheals face go from angry to confused, and then fucking terrified. It was his eyes. He showed so much emotion in his light crystal blue eyes, he was almost too easy to read. You watched as his shoulders and chest rose faster and faster as you simply smiled.

“What were you saying Micheal? Something about snapping my neck hm? Looks like you can’t do shit, hun”.

You snarled, making sure to keep a sweet smile on your face the whole time you spoke. You then spun on your heel, flipped your hair and headed out the door, making sure to not shut the door so that he could watch you walk away.

Even though you were now trying to act dominant and confident, that’s not how you felt on the inside at all. Honestly you were just as surprised as he was.. I mean yesterday you only had two powers which was fire and bringing back the dead.. Now your suddenly stronger than Micheal himself?? The fucking antichrist?? This didn’t make sense.. Unless..

You could be supreme.

You knew Mallory was meant to be supreme, and mentioning this to Cordelia and actually proving these new powers would not go over well. At all. Why would these new powers even start to manifest now? Could it have to do something with meeting Micheal for the first time? Perhaps.

It was about 3 am when you got home. You tiptoed back into Robichaux’s, up the stairs and into the hallway where you and Mallory’s room resided. You weren’t completely certain on whether Mallory would be asleep or maybe still upstairs in the attic, waiting for you.

You opened the bedroom door and it creaked loudly, making you cringe. You popped your head in and sure enough. She was fast asleep.

You sighed and sat on your bed. You could finally asses your wounds, your ankles were still killing you and pulling up your pants made you gasp.

You saw Mallory stir in her bed but she didn’t wake up. Thank god. Even in the darkness you could see that your ankles were bright red and looked rubbed raw.

You couldn’t help but let out a whine as you removed your socks and your shoes, and managed to actually get your feet up onto your bed which hurt even more than you could imagine. You bit your lip so hard to keep from screaming that it started to bleed.

Out of desperation you put your hands over your ankles and wished with every fiber of your being that this damn pain would go away. You knew that realistically that this would do nothing, and that you would have to wait until morning and ask Misty for some of her swamp mud to help with the pain.

You removed your hands and you noticed that as you shifted to lay down, the pain was gone. You expected the fabric on your skin to hurt but it didn’t. It felt like nothing. You looked at your ankles, baffled, and noticed that they were no longer red. They looked as if the whole fiasco with Madison never happened.. did you heal them? There was no other explanation, no one else you knew had the ability to heal wounds. Great, another new power.

You shook your head and layed your head down on your pillow. There was really no way you could win. The only solution to this problem of you having new powers would be to be quiet about them. Mallory was meant to be supreme, not you. If you told her about your new powers she would probably turn against you, and you couldn’t have that. You needed support and someone on your side now more than ever.

And Cordelia.. you knew exactly what Cordelia would do if she knew you were stronger than Micheal. She would beyond fucking ecstatic. The plan was previously to have you seduce Micheal and get him vulnerable, and then have the coven kill him but if Cordelia knew you had the capability to kill him - you knew she would make you kill him instead. And you couldn’t do that. You hated Micheal but meeting him in person affirmed that you wouldn’t kill him, you couldn’t. So.. your new powers would have to be your little dirty secret. For now.

Taglist: @mindlesschicca

#micheal langdon x reader #micheal x reader #ahs #my fic #imminient annihilation sounds so dope

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stickycollectorunknown · 3 years

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The starving artist and The ghost of a thief

There were once a young lady who lived in a old house the wood would creek and the roof would leak. But the walls were not bare where they were covered in paintings of many things, to buildings, to people, to animals, to stars. In a room covered in paint their sat the young lady looking at a blank canvas she has sat there for quite a long time but then again she has nothing to do, no Tv, no pets , no friends or family, just her work and nothing more. And then she heard scratching and things moving and a thump 'must be a rat ' she said with a sigh she stood up and went to grab something to hit the rat with and looking in every nook and cranny she looked all over the house she couldn't find anything 'it must be hiding in the Attic then' she said. She climbed up the ladder up to the Attic she looked through the boxes and and while shuffling through things something hit her head 'ouch!' she grab her head and looked around to find the the thing that hit her head. It was a gem! Her eyes light up 'Oh my goodness! A gem! I can probably sell it and gets more art supplies and eat good for once in my life!' she grab the gem and dance around until a voice called out ' You sure you want to sell it? I can tell you were to get more money' she stops and look around with wide eyes 'who's there?!' the mysterious voice laughed and out of the darkness a silhouette of a man appeared. Well it looked like a man anyways he was see through and look like he was decaying and had a pale white face. Young lady looked at him in horror and nothing came out of her mouth not even a squeak the ghost made of bowing motion ' the name is lupin the third and you are?' she manage to gather up some of her bravery and said ' Ellie' and after Ellie got used to the sight of lupin the both began to chat. And for weeks ellie would go up in the attic to speak with the ghost name lupin and Ellie for the first time in years she has got something else other than her work..... A friend..... Lupin would tell her stories about his great adventures and how he would steal the most precious of gems and met the most beautiful and prettiest ladies and tell her about his old friends Jigen a gun slinger who has the quickest draw in the world and Goemon a samurai with a sword that can cut through anything! And a woman name Fujiko who always double crossed him. It made the young woman wish for a life like that and lupin wish that he could return to his life of crime and thrills. So he came up with a plan to get his old life back by making a deal he knew that she wouldn't turn down and would make sure he would have the upper hand. So one night lupin told her if she would give up her soul and body that he would promise her a life of adventure and thrills and that she would never be alone again naturally she refused after all she wanted to be still her but still asked her every day but she would still turn him down until one night...

' fine I will give you my soul and my body but you have to promise me that you will let me free from your grasp once a year...do we have a deal?'

'we have our selves a deal!!' soon smoke envelopes the young lady and before she was gone he told her 'and you will never be lonely ever again...' the smoke disappeared and there stood not the same young lady but lupin the third back from retirement and back from the grave....

#lupin the 3rd au #lupin the 3rd

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twokinkybeans · 4 years

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Kinktober Prompt Fill #10: Pinwheel

Find our full Kinktober post right here!

Summary: Ranch!AU - Peter seduces Tony into fucking him in the hay attic. Warnings: Seducing, Pinwheel, Mention of a Riding Crop, Half-Dressed Fuck, Dirty Talk, ‘Merican Accents

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Peter has a good ass. Full stop. That’s all the information anybody needs. It’s irrefutable. No one would deny it. Could deny it. Obviously, Tony feels disgusting for thinking it, but the way Peter arches his back- the way he sticks his butt out when he puts his foot in the stirrup as he climbs onto Bolt, his trusted mare, is near-damn obscene. Tony knows the boy is doing it for him, that he is trying to get into his pants. He’s been quite vocal about it too- well, not really to Tony himself, but the other stable hand, Michelle, has gotten quite an earful about what Peter thinks of the ranch owner. What he wants Tony to do to him. And shit, does he want to do it to Peter as well. Little did Peter and Michelle know that he could hear them. Often. And it had him rock hard every time. Tony doesn’t even hide his erection in his tight denim pants, sauntering through the exterior arena in his cowboy boots as Peter and Bolt circle him. Peter is obviously over-bucking his hips in the saddle with every step Bolt takes, grinding down into his seat. He rides his horse with an infuriatingly sensual grace. When Bolt has warmed up enough, Peter innocently turns his head to look at Tony and cocks his head. “Faster?” Tony swears inwardly as he nods, clearing his throat before speaking. “Speed up to a trot.” ... When Tony and Peter walk down the stables, it’s already late. Tony’s cowboy heels click with every step, the pinwheels at the ends clanking softly. Everyone has gone home and the horses curiously stick their heads out to watch the two men strolling the building. Peter stuck around, as he always does. Right when Tony turns to walk out and lock the barn door, he spots an empty trough. “Eric forgot to give Seven hay today.” He pauses, annoyed. “Again.” Tony straightens his back and takes a glance at Peter. “Mind helpin’ me fetch some for her?” “Of course, Mister Stark.” The mischievous gleam in his eye says enough. Peter planned this. It’s not long before they reach the attic where they store all the hay. Peter insists on going up the ladder first. For obvious reasons. Tony climbs after him, eyes locked on the round cheeks straight ahead. Peter sways his hips seductively, so it’s no surprise that the second they reach the top, he grabs Peter by the belt and tosses him against the hay stack, kissing him feverishly while cupping Peter’s pert butt. Peter doesn’t even act surprised. Instead, he grins, knowing he won the game. “About time, Sir,” he quips with a smirk, mingling their hot breaths with a chuckle. Tony just growls, shrugging his casually unbuttoned red and faded yellow gingham shirt off his shoulders. Peter rushes to rip Tony’s tank top off his chest. When Tony reaches for his belt, Peter stops him. “Me first?” He bats his eyelashes innocently, making Tony scoff darkly. “Needy, needy,” he tuts, caressing Peter’s jaw before undressing him, peppering his nose and lips with soft kisses. Peter’s blush goes all the way down his chest, cock standing tall and proud. He whines when Tony pulls back, loosening his own belt and unzipping his fly to take out his dick. He casually leans back until he sits down on the stack and he pats his denim jeans invitingly. He sinks into the hay slightly, leaning back until he’s comfortable enough. The straw tickles and scratches his back, but with the sight that’s in front of him, the things that are about to happen, he couldn’t care less. “Come here, baby.” Tony’s voice is coated with honey, dripping with lust. “It’s time you rode a steed.” Peter’s cock jumps at Tony’s words and he whimpers softly, nodding. His sassiness is crumbling with every passing second and Tony sure loves watching Peter fall apart. Peter lines himself up, but Tony shakes his head. “Tsk, you’ve been teasing me with that ass for weeks, boy.” He rolls his shoulders and cocks an eyebrow. “Turn around.” Peter complies and not much later his obscene moans echo through the barn as he stretches himself on Tony’s shaft. “That’s it, boy, roll those hips, arch your back, show off your pretty cheeks.” Tony doesn’t care to move as Peter starts squeezing and grinding. It feels delicious and if Tony didn’t have any self-control he could come just looking at the mesmerizing image of Peter’s round butt jiggling slightly with every movement. He watches the boy clench and unclench, muscles tightening with every push down into Tony’s groin. “S-so good, fuck-“ Peter yelps softly when a sudden smack hits his ass cheek. If only Tony had a riding crop right now. “Speed up to a trot,” Tony says with a grin. Peter lets out a high pitched chuckle, but speeds up anyways, barely able to keep himself upright. His hands move to find balance on Tony’s legs, but they stop when they graze past the leather cowboy boots. There’s a slight pause in his movement, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Another smack lands on his ass. Tony wiggles his feet, creating noise with the metal at his heels. “Didn’t tell you to slow down, wouldn’t want me to use my pinwheels on ya… Would ya?” Tony can’t stop smirking, relishing in Peter’s moans. Alright then… Tony sniffs once, allowing Peter to pick up the pace again. “Take ‘em off,” he orders. Peter doesn’t immediately reply, unsure of what Tony means with it. So, Tony moves his feet again. “Take. ‘Em. Off.” “Yes, Sir.” This time, Peter doesn’t halt his ass grinding against Tony’s groin. Tony is panting at this point, basking in the drag of Peter’s insides around him. Peter’s hands work expertly to pull the shoes off Tony’s feet. Once the second one is off, Tony suddenly sits up straight, grabbing Peter by the waist and pushing in until his mouth is right at Peter’s ear. “Oh, would ya look at that,” Tony sighs, looking down at Peter’s hard and leaking cock. He takes the second shoe out of Peter’s hand, twisting it until the pinwheel is pointing their way. At the same time, he start thrusting up into Peter, eliciting the most delicious moans from him. Peter’s head falls back against Tony’s chest, angling into the crook of his neck. “So hard. So horny.” “Been wantin’ to ride you for weeks, Sir-“ Peter pants. “Thank you, thank you-“ “Mmm, good boy,” Tony coos, sucking marks on Peter’s shoulder. “Ya gonna come for me, Petey? Are you close?” Peter nods feverishly, pushing back into Tony harder and harder. Tony smirks, looking down over Peter’s shoulder to the boy’s neglected, leaking cock. He brings the pinwheel from his boot closer and closer until it grazes past. Tony rolls the pinwheel from the base of Peter’s shaft to the tip and back. Peter wails, taking all of Tony’s thrusts and attention until his pleasure reaches its crescendo. He spills all over Tony’s boot, shuddering aggressively and the sight results in Tony only needing a few more thrusts before combusting himself.

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falling-pages · 4 years

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The picture: Kaoru x Reader (Angst)

Okay soooo I’ve been in an angsty mood lately to combat my own heartbreak SO it’s angst time!! I’ll try to round up a prompt list because it’s time to write! Away! My! Heartbreak!

Get ready for this angst, y’all.

The smell of dust never appealed to you, but Kaoru didn’t seem to mind, and you gulped down his happy expression like oxygen. A trace of sweat melted down your back as you lift another decrepit box. You’d give anything for a servant to take your place, or even for this whole situation to have never happened at all, but whatever Kaoru wants, Kaoru gets--if only for right now.

“Who knows what kind of mites and dead bugs might be hiding in this stuff,” you mumble.

“What’d you say?” Kaoru asks.

You snap your mouth shut, remembering your instructions. This is about him and Hikaru. You can’t lead him down this path so close to his speech. If he falls into that pit, he probably wouldn’t make it out in time.

Doctor’s orders were to cater to his every whim right now, just make him happy and forgetful. That meant, when Kaoru rebuffed your suggestion of letting the servants do the dirty digging in the attic, you obeyed. As long as you could get him through the end of the day without a breakdown, then you’d consider that a win.

“Nothing,” you reply. You smile, the gravity heavy on your cheeks. Even though it’s a lie, he needs all the smiles he can get right now. “I’m just glad you asked me to help.”

Kaoru grunts as he moves a cabinet with his shoulder. “I know it’s dirty work,” he says, rifling through a drawer, “but these pictures were my idea. I feel like I should find the perfect one myself. They wouldn’t understand.” He switches hands, poking out his tongue as he reaches. “Bingo.”

You put down your box and walk to your friend, watching his muscles and tendons under his tank top. The dampness of the attic combined with the late July heat did no favors with your physical labor. You knew the circumstances couldn’t be helped and that the heat was turning your grief into anger, but you wanted to reach out and throttle the person who decided “black” was the color to wear to a funeral.

“It’s our baby pictures,” Kaoru says, pulling out a small black photo album from the cabinet. You wince at his avoidance. Ashamed of your own selfish attitude, you dig your nails into your palms. Kaoru was handling this much better than everyone expected. Why couldn’t you?

He touches the small of your back and leads you to sit on an overturned cabinet. The cool metal elicits a shudder from deep in your throat, a relief from the heavy heat.

Kaoru traces the sudden goosebumps on your thighs. “Cold?” he grins, putting on the flirtatious air from his club days. His demeanor shakes you, sends a queasy feeling through your gut. He’s acting like a host again, carefree and playful, like his twin brother, his familial soulmate, hadn’t just died.

Normally, you’d welcome his hand. You had wanted to feel his gentle hand caress your leg ever since you met him freshman year of college, but there was never a good time. It was worse now, knowing that his grief was causing him to act out. Despite his affection, there’s just something shifty in his eyes and the way he holds his breath that worries you. Maybe he isn’t handling this so well after all.

You put his hand down, though you miss the pressure. “Are you okay?” you ask.

Too quickly he grins and replies, “Yep! Or, as okay as I can be. You know. I’m fine, really.”

Not that you’d believe him anyways, but he gives it away with his smile. He smiles so wide that he closes his eyes, so you can’t look into them. With his expressive personality, those golden eyes really are just a reflection of how he feels. And right now, he does not want to be seen.

If his eyes shut any tighter, his face would crack like porcelein.

He ignores your stares and starts leafing through pages in the scrapbook. The first picture is of his heavily pregnant mother smiling into the camera. Then it’s the twins in their hospital bed, all pink and wrinkled, blue caps tucked over their already-full heads of orange hair.

Kaoru traces the baby on the left. “That’s me,” he whispers. The baby version of himself cuddles next to his brother, ducking his head into Hikaru’s side. The boys hold hands--still the same, after 21 years.

“We were always together,” he murmurs. “We never went anywhere without each other, never needed anyone else.” The happiness drains from his voice, and the finger tracing the baby starts to shake. “He needed me there, that was such a central part of our identity--”

He falls into you, letting the picture float from his fingers as he cries. As the warm tears cover your shoulder, he wraps his arms around your waist like a buoy holding him in the ocean. His lifeline. The only thing keeping him from drowning beneath the waves of grief and guilt.

“I got you.” You press kisses to your friend’s hairline.

There’s so much you don’t know, so much you can’t give him. You can’t promise that he’ll be okay--false hope is worse than no hope. You wish you could give him his brother back. You wish you could give him your love. You wish you could take the weight of the world from him, wish you had been killed in that car accident instead, wish you could take every god who allowed this to happen by the throat and squeeze until they felt the bitter fire washing over Kaoru right now.

But you couldn’t. Revenge would work itself out, since the driver was caught and is awaiting trial. You could offer him no polite condolences. He had heard them all already this week.

The beautiful lie of “you’re going to be okay” offers neither comfort nor merit. You love him too much to tell him something that wasn’t true. He wouldn’t have believed you.

So you offer him the only truth of any value: “I’m here.”

Kaoru’s arms tighten around your midriff. “Thank you.”

As he tucks his head against your neck, his sobbing starting to slow, you could only look out the window and plead for this poor boy’s sake. He has lost his other half. He has suffered enough.

He had wanted attention for so long. He wanted his identity. But not like this. Never like this. Not at the cost of losing the person he loved most in the world.

“We were running late,” he managed to say, gasping. “He wanted to wait for me, but I told him to go, I’d take a different car--”

You give him another kiss as he heaves. Despite the sweltering heat, his skin is cool.

“I’m here. I’ve got you. Hold on to me.”

Just like at the hospital where he had passed out on your shoulder while Hikaru slept. Except he wasn’t sleeping--looking at the surviving twin, it all became too vibrant: the red soaking through white bandages, blue lips on a pale face, the heart rate decrescendoing into a flatline...

Keeping Kaoru nestled against you, you bend down and sweep up the picture. Twin or not, Kaoru was still Kaoru. He always will be.

Once he quiets down, you slip the photo into his hand. His eyes lighten up as he sees his brother alive once more.

“Is this the picture you were looking for?” you ask.

He bites his lip, nodding. Then he slips it into his pocket. “Funeral’s in an hour,” he says, his voice grainy. “I need to shower.”

He takes your hand as he stands up, bringing you to him. With a kiss on your cheek he heads to exit the attic.

“You’re going to do great,” you say at the last minute. With the speech or with life, you weren’t sure what you meant. Maybe both. “I’ll be right there with you.”

Kaoru’s head pops up from the ladder. Despite your vagueness, he understands. He knows. His shoulder moves, presumably patting his pocket, and he smiles. “I know,” he says. “Both of you are.”

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #kaoru hitachiin #kaoru x reader #kaoru imagine #ohshc imagine #ohshc angst #kaoru fanfic #hikaru hitachiin #hikaru angst #kaoru angst

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nocturnegyser · 4 years

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Feral Angel

Warren x reader (Racc)

this is my real first time writing anything like this at all so its going to be really crappy and flawed... so please be mean

TW: Mentions death

(y/n) has always been kinda feral growing up, having her fathers raccoon mutation giving her raccoon ears and tail and ability to hear and smell things like a raccoon and even the signature raccoon black mask you see every raccoon born with, her mother being human no one knows where her reality manipulation comes from, perhaps she accidentally grew another mutation?

After an accident with some boys she got in a fight with causing her to discover her reality manipulation power, her brother hesitantly sent her to Xaviers School for the Gifted, with a heavy heart and bag packed, (y/n) bid her brother adieu.

Her first step in, (y/n) is immediately greeted by Hank McCoy

“Hello, you must be (y/n) (y/l/n), I’m Hank McCoy, I am a teacher here and will be giving you your orientation tomorrow but for today I hope you have a relatively easy time settling in-“

(y/n) is immediately mesmerized by his fluffy blue furry face, in the middle of him explaining everything she immediately just pets his face and immediately Hank grabs (y/n)’s hands

“Please don’t do that.. ever again..”

“Oh ok sorry ._.”

“Well anyways for now I will hand you over to another one of our members here, Ororo, she will be showing you your way to your room”

Hank then passed (y/n) along to Ororo to show her to her room.

“This your first time living away from home?” asked Ororo trying to be friendly with (y/n)

“Oh! Uh, yea.. kinda.. I would travel with my brother a lot when I was younger so I lived in a van for a little bit but that was fun”

“You ever live apart from your brother?”

“No...” answered (y/n) a little nervously

“Well this place can be as homely as you make it to be” Ororo assures her

Finally coming up on (y/n)’s new room for the next 3 years or so Ororo opens the door to reveal her new room, her boxes she had sent a week earlier were sitting in the corner ready for her to unpack

“I know it can be intimidating here at first but you’ll soon come to adjust to life here.” Ororo reassured (y/n)... again

Ororo left (y/n) to unpack and settle in for her first night, she noticed she wasn’t sharing her room with anyone

Great, away from home and alone, this is already shaping to be a great new life...

Not even touching one of her packed boxes a baseball crashes through her window

“WHAT THE F*CK!!” (y/n) immediately exclaimed

She ran up to the window dodging the broken glass on the floor even though she was barefoot, looking for who threw the baseball

She immediately saw him, tall, broad, intimidating, and metal wings. He was the only one with a bat and the only one looking in her direction, he immediately ran inside, presumably heading to her room. 7 minutes later the tall metal winged angel shows up at her door

“Aww jeez.. sorry ‘bout that, here, I’ll take my ball back... and I’ll tell someone u need a new window..”

“DUDE WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU’RE AIMING WITH THAT THING, YOU’RE LUCKY I WASN’T STANDING IN FRONT OF MY WINDOW OR ELSE ONE OF US WOULD NOT BE STANDING RIGHT NOW!!” (y/n) angrily yelled at the angel boy

“Dude! I said I was sorry! Just give me back my ball ok?”

“UGH, fine take your stupid ball and watch where you’re aiming next time, GOD!”

Angrily, (y/n) slammed her door in the angel boys face.

“Man who the hell- UGH!”

Not even a full hour here and my window is shattered and there’s glass all over my floor! This is ALREADY shapping up to be a GREAT TIME

Meanwhile on the other side of the door

“Ugh! I said sorry!” angel boy grumbled walking away

(y/n) sweeps up the broken glass on the floor and throws a blanket over her broken window

———

Having unpacked 3 of her 5 boxes, (y/n) decides to call it a night and decided to finish tomorrow considering her classes start on tuesday and it was saturday

“Whew! Well the glass is cleaned up, window is... handled.. for now, 60% of my stuff is unpacked-”

A loud growl emitted from (y/n)’s small raccoon stomach

“well... guess i should go eat something then.. what time is it?.. 9:30??!? Jeez where does all my time go??”

Realizing how tired she is, she slowly makes her way to the dorm kitchen and hears someone already in there

Who is in here at 9:37 at night?.... besides me

She turns the corner and see’s who exactly is in the kitchen at 9:37 at night, angel boy

He turns around the second (y/n) enters the kitchen and both lock eyes immediately and both go “Ugh.”Neither saying anything, (y/n) begins making herself a pb and j and chips

“....”

“You mind passing me a knife?” (y/n) hesitantly asked noticing he was standing in front of the silverware drawer

Both staring each other dead in the eyes, angel boy slowly moved from in front of the silverware drawer not passing her a knife. Ugh, still maintaining eye contacts and squinting both giving each other death stares (y/n) slowly grabs a knife from the drawer

“Thanks.. a lot”

“Don’t mention it”

Continuing making her sandwich neither still talking

“So... I told the repair guy you needed a new window and he said he’ll be able to put a new one in on Monday”

“That’s the earliest??”

“No, the earliest was tomorrow but you were being a dick”

“God, you know, for an angel you’re an asshole you know that”

“I’m not an angel”

“Explains the wings and attitude”

Both still at each other’s throats, (y/n) realized she was not making anything better so she decided to try and de-escalate the situation

“Well anyways... I’m (y/n) (y/l/n)” (y/n) said holding out her hand for a handshake

“Warren Worthington” shaking her hand

“So... can you talk to raccoons? or find cool shit in dumpsters?”

“No and dumpster diving isn’t my mutation, I can hear and smell things like a raccoon can and just recently discovered I also have reality manipulation.”

“Reality manipulating raccoon girl huh? that must be a combo everyone’s surprised to hear”

“I don’t tell everyone, unlike you, I can hide my mutation”

“Why do you want to hide your mutation, and how do you hide your eye mask?”

“To avoid problems with people, and i use concealer”

“What kind of problems?”

“The bad kind”

“Why don’t you just fight them?”

Jesus who is this guy, an investigator??

“For an angel boy you sure ask a lot of questions”

“Not an angel”

“You’re right.. for a pigeon you ask a lot of questions”

“And for a trash panda you have a lot of snide remarks”

Again at each other’s throats, both finish their food and go to bed

“Jesus what a first day away from home, I’ll have to ask that repair guy if he can still give me a new window tomorrow” (y/n) said to herself in the comfort of her own room... alone..

One day down... countless more to go...

———

After her orientation with Hank, (y/n) decided to take a stroll through the mansion to familiarize herself even more with the mansion more

(y/n) glossed through the library, sped through the classrooms, peeked in the chemistry lab, she had already been at the kitchen and her hallway, she didn’t feel the need to check out the other hallways. She did however want to checkout the attic since the basement was essentially off limits to students.

Finally making it to the attic, she took a liking to the relaxing atmosphere. I could get used to the atmosphere up here, she thought to herself

(y/n) staring the window, taking a moment to herself to think. The hatch on the floor then opening up “Oh.. I’m sorry I didn’t realize anyone would be up here..,” (y/n) looked over to see Warren

“Oh, no it’s fine, I’ll leave if you wanna be up here... alone” (y/n) offered, “No no I’ll just find some place else to-“

“Well it’s not like I own the attic”(y/n) joked trying to let Warren stay upstairs

“Uh.. yeah ok, I guess” Warren slowly making his way back up the ladder “I just come up here to read sometimes”

“What do you read?” (y/n) asked trying to spark some small talk

“Mostly Cult of Raven or Stephen King”

“Stephen Kings that guy who wrote that one story about that hotel right with those twins in the hallways saying ‘Come play with us,’ right?”

“The shining?”

“Is that what it’s called?”

“Yea”

“Then yes”

“You don’t read Stephen?” Warren asked engaging in the small talk

“I don’t read a whole lot in general” (y/n) admitted “Got any recommendations?”

Warren pulling out ‘Monkeys Paw’, handing it to (y/n)

“What’s this about” she asked curiosly

“Basically the term ‘you get what you wish for’ taken to the extreme”

“Ah, okay” (y/n) the. beginning to read along with Warren

———

Not even a full 3 minutes passed before Peter came running up to the attic hiding from someone

(y/n) and Warren both looking at him confused, “What the bell? Peter? What’re-“ Peter cutting him off

“Ok ok ok promise not to say anything to Jean?” Peter begged

“What?”(y/n) asked “Well let’s just say I accidentally ticked Jean off,” then hearing Jean yelling from under the attic

“WHERE ARE YOU PETER, I KNOW YOU BROKE MY VASE OF LILY’S!!” Peter scared then sneaking out the nook window onto the roof as a quick escape

Jean then making her way up to the attic, “Where is he,” her eyes practically red, both pointing at the window, Warren trying to open it realizing Peter jammed it unable to open it “Welp.. guess I should go get him off the roof... again” Warren then making his way down the latter to outside

Jean still standing there, her hand in her hip her other on her forehead, noticing (y/n) just awkwardly sitting there, “Sorry about that, the boys here can be a bit much...”

“huh?”

“Warren, he got here not long before you did, he’s still trying to adjust himself, it’s nice to see you two being nice to each other”

“Well it’s not like it’s that hard to get along with him, I realized that once I took a step back to not argue with him, his nice guy act could use a little work though” (y/n) sheepishly admitted

“You’d be surprised who all he does the ‘nice guy’ act for around here”

“Lemme guess, half the girls here, right?”

“Like I said, you’d be surprised”

Jean then left (y/n) to go find Peter and ultimately reprimand him

———

You’d be surprised? Who all? What’s that supposed to mean? (y/n) thought to herself in her room

Hearing a knocking at her door, (y/n) goes to answer it, she opens the door to see Jubilee

“Oh ok, so you’re (y/n) (y/l/n), right?”

“Uh.. yes, and you are?...”

“Jubilation Lee, but you can just call me Jubilee or just Jube’s”

“Right, and what exactly can I do for you?”

“Oh right, Peter asked me to ask you if you wanted to go to the movies with us later seeing as how you’re the newest addition to the crew”

“The crew?”

“Yea! I mean you’re new here and we figured you’d maybe want some friends”

The concept of friendship was not entirely new to (y/n) but it definitely wasn’t familiar

“Uh, well yea sure, I guess, I’m not exactly busy until Tuesday so..”

“Perfect! I’ll text you the details and add you to our group chat if you want”

“Uh, yeah sure ok” (y/n) shrugged and exchanged numbers

“Great! well we were thinking about seeing- *GASP* You have an electric guitar??!” Jubilee instantly distracted

“Yea, her name is bender, because it’s a fender so it’s a fender.. bender” (y/n) joked letting Jubilee come in

“Oh that is perfect, are you in a band?”

“No, I dreamt about it but it never happened hehe”

“I might know a few people who wouldn’t mind joining a rock, more on that later, but we were thinking about seeing that new horror flick that’s in theaters right now at around 6-ish”

it was 4:37

“It’s going to be me and my friends Jean, Scott, and Warren”

“Warren??”

“Yea, you meet him?”

Meeting Warren was a bit of an understatement at this point

“Yes, we met” (y/n) as exhausted as she sounded of him

“Great! Well I hope you two got along because we were thinking of seating arrangements and now that you’re on board, you’re gonna be next to Warren”

“Does it have to be next to warren?”

“What’s wrong? you don’t like him?”

“Well...” (y/n) paused to think that maybe actually getting to know Warren some more wouldn’t kill either of them

“Well?”

“Ok, yea, next to Warren it is” (y/n) said with a determined look

“Ok great, if I’m being honest, asking you to the movies was actually Warrens idea, he just wanted me to say it was Peter, not sure why”

Warren wanted her to ask me? Why not ask me himself?

“You’d be surprised who all he does the ‘nice guy’ act for around here”

Could that be what Jean meant?

“Well I’ll see you around 6 at the garage, see you then! Oh and nice meeting you”

“Yeah you too” closing her door puzzling what it all meant together

Eventually 6 was drawing close so (y/n) rushed getting ready and got to the garage super early and decided just to wait there for everyone

Warren then came walking through the door

“Oh, you’re here early”

“You too” she replied playfully trying to be friendly

“So...” (y/n) began “You watch the trailer for this movie yet?”

“No not yet, supposedly it’s good though from what I’ve heard so far”

“Nice, I didn’t watch a whole lot of horror growing up”

“Too scary for you?”

“No, my brother who raised me didn’t think of them as a proficient use of time, so we didn’t watch them a lot”

“Oh wow, I used to watch them all the time with my mom”

“Aww, I never knew either of my parents” (y/n) immediately regretted just blurting that out nonchalantly

“Oh...” Warren said a little shocked that she admitted something so personal

“Yea.. Well.. I’m sorry that probably sounded problematic but I swear it’s not what all it sounds like but...” (y/n) explained almost stammering

The rest of the group finally walking in

“I call shotgun!” Jean exclaimed as she rushed to the front seat

(y/n), Warren and Jubilee all sat in the back, (y/n) never have been in a car with friends she stayed quiet ‘cause she didn’t know what to talk about but was listening to the other’s conversations, she looked up at Warren who was sitting in the middle and (y/n) on his left, she noticed he was just looking dead ahead with stone cold eyes

Dang, he must not be all that interested in anything I guess...

Jean overheard what both were thinking and took more interest as to what Warren was thinking about, wonder what that could be?

The group finally arrived at the movies and all hop out and start making their way to front doors, this being the first time (y/n) was out in public not hiding her ears, tail or eyes, she was understandabley nervous and a little fidgety, she felt a million eyes on her and immediately wanted to run into the forested area behind the movie theater

It’s ok you know, people around here are not more accepting of mutants considering they live right next to a whole mansion full of them

Do you always talk to people in their own heads???

It’s better to think of just people taking amazement in your mutation then them just judging you

Yea well easy for you, you can hide your mutation, I mean... I can too but i didn’t wear my hat it didn’t go with my outfit

Jean giving (y/n) a motherly smile trying reassure everything’s fine

“Ahh fudge!!” Jubilee exclamed at the sight of the theater not showing the movie they wanted to see

“Mann! what’re we supposed to do now? This took a lot of convincing Charles!” Jubilee explained

The group went silent thinking about something to do

“I kinda wanna check out the music shop” (y/n) suggested

“I wanna go to forever 21,” said Jubilee

“Me and Scott’ll be at the party” Jean dragging Scott along and the rest of the group all going their own ways too

Waking in the music shop, (y/n) couldn’t figure one thing

So... why exactly did Warren decide to tag along with me?

“What exactly were you thinking on getting here?” Warren asked

“I was thinking about investing in some new strings, and maybe that new blink 182 album..”

“You play?”

“Yeah”

“You in a band?”

“No... I wanted to but no one wanted to start one with a reality manipulating raccoon girl I guess” (y/n) said jokingly

“Heh, any cool inspirations?”

“My dad for starters”

“He played?”

“Yea, I watched old videos of him on stage and he could shred” a little bashfulness rosiness in (y/n)’s cheeks

“I take it you want to carry on the legacy?”

“Something like that, I mostly picked it up ‘cause I thought it looked cool and I didn’t have to spend money buying a new guitar”

“You’re using your dads”

“Yea, he named it Bender”

“Like from Futurama?”

“Maybe, but the main reason being is because it’s a Fender, so it’s a Fender BENDER” she joked nudging Warren seeing if he got the joke

“Clever, think you’re going to start a band?”

“If I can find any players here”

“I know my way around a drum kit, if that helps”

“No way! Do you have a kit?”

“No, I’m sure the music program at the school has one though”

“Hopefully”

“What kinda music do you like?”

“Mostly punk and alternative, you?”

“Metallica and Queen”

“Oh nice, I don’t necessarily hate classic rock, but I definitely prefer punk”

“It definitely suits you”

“Haha and what’s that supposed to mean?” (y/n) poking fun at Warrens statement, almost flirting

“Uh- well I mean it’s just very chaotic and from the time I’ve known you, you give off that controlled chaos kinda vibe”

“Controlled chaos ay? Well your vibe... I definitely gotta say is very Controlled rage”

“Must be why we go together” Warren immediately regretting spurting that out

“You think we go together?”

“Well- I meant like- I guess- I-“ Warren now blushing

He’s so cute flustered, to think he blushes so easily

(y/n) immediately realizing something

Wait.. I’ve never seen him blush but neither has anyone else... ahh I’m sure that doesn’t mean anything... right?...

“Yea well.. I’m gonna go buy these strings then” (y/n) said blushing a little bit

Both got a text from the rest of the group saying they’re ready to go home now that it’s 8:35

“Well guess we should meet up with everyone..” Warren pointing out the obvious and dodging eye contact

“Yea...”(y/n) agreeing also dodging eye contact both blushing

———

Finally getting back to the mansion (y/n), Jean, and Jubilee all make their way back to their rooms

Scott noticing Warren watching (y/n) walk away “You two have fun at the music shop?”

“Yea, didn’t know she played guitar” Warren said a little cheerfully.

“Someones sounding a little less murdery than usual”

“Shut up...”

———

A/N: I’m sorry if this sucked but it’s my first fanfic...

#warren worthington iii x reader #raccoon reader #warren x raccoon #headcanon #warren worthington headcanon #raccoon x warren

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Bring On The Monsters (3/?)

chapter title: Nico is Given a Quest

word count: 3,617

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After their claiming, Bianca and Nico were shunned by the rest of camp - ignored, for the most part, though some chose to give them dirty looks and whisper just loud enough behind their backs that they could hear the insults. The already over-crowded Hermes cabin was even worse when some campers decided that they would prefer to lay practically on top of each other just to avoid sitting too close to either child of Hades.

They had been told that as soon as they were claimed, they would be able to move out of the Hermes cabin and into a slightly less crowded space - hopefully one with two open beds so that they wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor anymore. Now, though, being children of one of the non-Olympian gods, they were still stuck in cabin eleven, and felt even more out of place than before. Their cabin mates refused to sleep near them, eat near them, train with them, or participate in any other camp activity with either Bianca or Nico. They couldn’t even talk to anyone but each other.

After about a week of this treatment, Bianca went to Chiron and begged for another place to sleep. Even if they still had to sit at the Hermes table during mealtimes and participate in activities with the rest of the campers, they could at least have peace while they slept. She pointed out the many empty cabins - Zeus and Poseidon were their uncles and Hera their aunt, couldn’t they sleep in one of those cabins instead? - but at the mention of their names, Chiron flinched and thunder rumbled across the sky. Nico thought he only agreed to stop Bianca from saying the names of the most powerful gods.

He gave them a bedroom in the Big House on the main floor, just down the hall from the entrance to the infirmary. They were invited to eat at the head table with Chiron and Mr. D during meals, and Chiron offered to make them a new activities schedule. They would still have to tag along with other cabins, but he would try to put them with different cabins each day so that they weren’t stuck with the same group of campers, all day every day.

Hearing that, Nico was suddenly struck with the hope that he could see Will again, but that hope was immediately squashed by the memory of Will’s fearful expression at Nico’s claiming. He probably thought Nico was a monster, and wouldn’t want anything to do with him.

Their first activity away from the Hermes cabin was Arts and Crafts with the Hephaestus cabin. It was the first time either child of Hades had stepped into the camp forge, and Bianca wouldn’t let Nico out of arm’s reach. There were too many campers there that didn’t like them, and too many dangerous tools and weapons that could be used against them.

They both shied away when the cabin’s counsellor approached them. He seemed to notice their apprehension, and kept his distance, showing his hands to let them know he was unarmed. “Bianca and Nico, right?” he asked. “I’m Beckendorf, head counsellor of the Hephaestus cabin. I know you’re both probably pretty wary of everybody right now, but you should know that to me, you two are just a couple of campers. I mean, you only just learned who your dad is, right? So it’s not like you had anything to do with what happened on Olympus during the solstice. You’re cool by me, so if any of my siblings give you any problems, just let me know, okay?”

Bianca nodded, though she didn’t loosen her grip on Nico’s arm. Nico wasn’t so quick to agree with everything he said. “What happened on the solstice?”

Beckendorf’s eyes widened, like he’d let slip some huge secret. “Uh, Chiron didn’t tell you? I thought he would’ve, considering, you know, what your dad did and everything…”

Nico’s head tilted in confusion. “What did he do?”

“You know, if Chiron didn’t tell you, then I probably shouldn’t either,” Beckendorf hurried to say, waving the topic off entirely. “So, anyway, a couple of powerful demigods like you two are gonna become, you’re going to need some equally powerful weapons. What do you say, want me to help you forge something?”

Any apprehension Nico felt faded away in favor of excitement. “Yeah!” he exclaimed, practically bouncing in place already.

Beckendorf grinned at him, then turned to Bianca. “What about you?”

She hesitated before responding, “Maybe another time. I’ll help with Nico’s for now.”

Beckendorf shrugged. “Suit yourself. Follow me over here, kiddo.”

Nico started spending whatever free time he had with Beckendorf to make a three-foot-long Celestial bronze sword that Bianca was certain would be impossible for Nico to wield. Beckendorf really must have been a master blacksmith, though, because Nico was easily able to lift the almost-finished weapon, despite the fact that it was nearly as long as he was tall.

Bianca was finally starting to let her guard down around the Hephaestus cabin, too. Most of the cabin had warmed up to the two children of Hades, and Beckendorf had proven himself trustworthy in her eyes by treating Nico so well. He’d almost won her over completely, but decided to teach Nico how to sharpen the blade of his new sword, which resulted in the near loss of one of Nico’s fingers. To anyone else, it would have clearly been an accident, with no one really to blame, but Bianca was still jumpy, and immediately started pointing fingers as she rushed Nico to the infirmary.

The Apollo cabin hadn’t won over her trust, either, but Chiron had assured her once before that they took their job as healers very seriously, and never showed favor to one cabin over another - they prioritized according to the severity of the injury, and nothing else.

Still, Bianca kept a close eye on Lee as he healed Nico’s hand, and stayed close as Will wrapped a bandage around the tiny remaining scratch across Nico’s palm.

“How’d you get hurt?” Will asked, looking like he was concentrating a little too hard on a simple bandage.

Nico huffed. “Are you just asking because you’re in doctor training?”

Will looked up at him and pouted in confusion. “No, I’m asking because you’re my friend.”

Nico’s head shot up in surprise. “We’re still friends?”

“I thought so. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Nico said, glancing across the room as his cheeks colored from embarrassment. “I just thought… When I got claimed, you looked…scared, like everybody else. I thought you were afraid of me.”

“No way, I think you’re even cooler now. And!” Will held up Nico’s now overly-bandaged hand. “Now you have you first battle scar! Super cool! So, how’d it happen?”

“Well, Beckendorf is helping me make a sword, and—“

“Woah, really? That’s so cool! Charlie is the coolest person ever! He helped me make a dagger when I first came to camp, and sometimes, even before I got claimed, he lets me try to heal him whenever he gets hurt! I mean, it was usually just, like, giving him ambrosia and bandaging his hands like I just did for you, but still!”

Nico’s head tilted. “You call him Charlie? Is that his name?”

“Oh!” Nico watched as Will’s cheeks grew pink, and his gaze dropped to the roll of bandages in his hands, his fingers picking at one fraying edge. “Um. Well, his name is Charles, but he told me that I could call him Charlie, but I think that’s probably supposed to be when it’s just me and him. Um. Don’t tell him I told you that, okay?”

Nico nodded. “Yeah, okay. Can I see the dagger you made?”

Will grinned at him. “Only if I can see your sword!”

Nico had been having trouble sleeping in the Big House. He’d gotten used to falling asleep to the sounds of snoring in the Hermes cabin, and Bianca was a silent sleeper. He could hear every creak of the house as it settled during the night, and each sound startled him out of whatever semi-asleep state he had been in.

He’d managed to convince himself one night that the house wasn’t simply settling, but that someone was wandering around where they shouldn’t be, and took his new sword with him to investigate. That was the point of his training, wasn’t it? So that he could fight off monsters and intruders before they could hurt him or his sister?

Nico took a lap around the main floor of the house, but there wasn’t a single light on inside, nor any person or creature that he could see. He went up to the second floor, and still found nothing, and again on the third floor. Still, he thought he heard something shifting above him, despite the fact that he couldn’t find another staircase leading up. Finally, at the end of a hallway, Nico noticed a rope hanging from the ceiling, and tugged on it. He pulled open a trap door in the ceiling, and a ladder descended.

He looked around the dark hallway to make sure no one had seen him before he climbed the ladder. At first, he couldn’t see much of anything in the attic, but after a quick glance around the room, he noticed a faint green glow peeking out from around shelves upon shelves of different knick knacks. Nico picked his way around the room, careful not to make too much noise and alert anyone else in the house to what he was doing, until he found the source of the glow.

He almost jumped when he saw the figure sitting on her tripod stool, her tie-dyed dress moving in psychedelic waves of colors as luminescent fog moved around her. Nico couldn’t make out any distinct features on the figure in the dark, though she never seemed to move - only the fog around her did that, seeming to reach out for him, wrapping around him, nearly choking him.

Her voice seemed to come from all directions.

“You shall go west and face the god who has turned,

You shall find what was stolen and see it safely returned,

You will be betrayed by one who calls you friend,

Your journey shall be for naught in the end.”

As soon as her words stopped echoing in his head, the fog and glow dissipated, and Nico fell to his knees coughing. He didn’t hear the trapdoor opening again behind him, only barely noticed the yellow light coming up from the hallway below. Nico scrambled to hide as someone climbed the ladder into the attic, but as soon as he heard the familiar sound of one particular god clearing his throat, Nico came out of hiding.

Mr. D, somehow managing to look even more unhappy than usual, was glaring at Nico with his arms crossed. “I was trying to stay out of Zeus’s business, kid, but you just had to screw me over on that one, huh?”

“I’m sorry!” Nico said immediately. “I didn’t mean to sneak around, but I heard a noise and—“

“What did you hear?” Mr. D asked with more patience than Nico had ever heard from him.

Nico couldn’t remember. “Just…just noises, like—“

“No, not in the house. What did you hear from her?” he tried again, nodding toward the figure on the stool.

Nico turned, and barely held back a shout at the sight of the figure. Now illuminated, Nico could see a corpse on that stool, dried out like some kind of mummy. “She’s dead!” Nico exclaimed. “How can she talk if she’s dead?”

“You tell me, Underworld spawn. Try to repeat her exact phrasing; it’s important how things are phrased.”

Nico tried his best to repeat the poem word for word, stumbling once or twice, though he was surprised at how well he was actually able to remember it.

Mr. D allowed himself a moment to absorb Nico’s words, then he nodded. “Yep, that’s a prophecy alright.”

“A prophecy?” Nico repeated. “Like, the future?”

“Loosely, yes.” Mr. D turned on his heel and started back toward the trapdoor. “C’mon, kid, you’ll need to tell Chiron everything.”

Nico hesitated. “Am I in trouble?”

“No.” Mr. D descended the ladder, then, after a second, his head popped back up through the trapdoor. “Well, not in any sense of the word that you’re familiar with. Hurry up, I don’t have all century.”

Nico didn’t think he’d ever understand what was happening. As soon as Nico told Chiron what had happened, Chiron called an emergency meeting of the head counsellors, which led to a gathering of some of the oldest demigods at camp - plus Annabeth Chase, the eleven-year-old counsellor of the Athena cabin - along with Nico and Bianca, all in their pajamas. They all sat around a ping pong table in the rec room, looking like the grumpiest slumber party on the Long Island Sound.

Many of the campers were grumbling to each other as they waited for the final arrivals, and Chiron finally started the meeting with a few clops of his hoof. When the noise died down, he announced, “A quest has been issued.”

Annabeth slammed her palms down on the table and spluttered, “What? To who?”

“The Oracle spoke to Nico di Angelo and spoke a new prophecy. I know you have wanted to partake in a quest, Annabeth, and while it wouldn’t be your own, this may be your only opportunity. That is, if Nico chooses you as one of his companions,” Chiron explained.

“I’m going,” Bianca said suddenly. “I…don’t really know what’s going on, but Nico won’t be going anywhere without me.”

“A quest with two kids of the Big Three?” Annabeth scoffed. “Sounds like a death sentence to me, no thanks.”

Luke elbowed Annabeth, muttering something that sounded like a reminder to be nice, and Annabeth mumbled an apology as she slouched back in her seat with her arms crossed.

Chiron cleared his throat. “This quest will be very dangerous, yes, just as all quests are. Before we discuss who will be the third on this quest, I believe we should try to decipher the prophecy and determine the best course of action for the di Angelos to take. Nico, if you could please recite the prophecy once more.”

Nico did, his voice shaky from nerves, though he tried not to focus on having so many eyes on him as he spoke.

“Go west and face the god who has turned,” Clarisse repeated. “Obviously that’s talking about Hades.” A few demigods shot her a look like, don’t bad-mouth their dad in front of them! “What? The entrance to the Underworld is way out west, right? That’s why demigods aren’t supposed to go too far west. And I think we all know he turned against Zeus. Who else could it be?”

“They’ll find the bolt, which Hades stole, and return it to Zeus,” Annabeth said, nodding along. “Sounds right to me.”

Nico and Bianca shared a confused look, then turned to Chiron, as if hoping for an explanation, though he didn’t seem to notice them.

Beckendorf cleared his throat. “Uh, I think we all need to be a little less vague. Bianca and Nico have no idea what happened during the solstice.”

Chiron sighed. “Of course.” He turned to Nico and Bianca and started to explain. “On the solstices each year, once in summer and once in winter, the twelve gods gather on Olympus. Only during the winter solstice is Hades allowed to join them. This past winter, the gods allowed some of the year-round campers to take a sort of…field trip to Olympus to witness their council. Sometime, during the night, Zeus’s master lightning bolt went missing, and has yet to turn up. He has taken to blaming his brothers, Poseidon and Hades, as he tends to do, but seeing as Hades has recently claimed you two as his children, Zeus may take your claiming as another admission of guilt.”

Bianca frowned. “What do you mean, another?”

“The Big Three made a pact,” Lee piped in. “After World War Two, they agreed to never have children again, because their kids are too powerful. Zeus and Poseidon have already broken it once, but now Hades is admitting to have broken it twice.”

“On top of that,” Katie Gardner said, “he’s probably trying to use you two as some kind of scapegoat.”

“Or to try to prove his innocence,” Silena Beauregard cut in. The demigods slowly devolved into arguments over Hades’s guilt or innocence.

Chiron cleared his throat. “To get back on topic,” he called, and waited for the room to quiet around him. He turned back to Nico and Bianca. “Do you understand, now? I believe that the focus of this quest will be to return Zeus’s master bolt to Olympus, and if we are to trust our interpretation of the prophecy, you will both need to travel to the Underworld and face your father in order to do so.”

“But what about the last two lines?” Bianca asked. “We’ll be betrayed by a friend, and the journey will be for nothing?”

Chiron looked uneasy. “Prophecies can mean…many things. It’s nearly impossible to determine what a prophecy truly means until after the quest is complete. It’s best not to worry about these things too much.”

Bianca didn’t seem convinced.

“Unless anyone has anything else they’d like to bring up, then I think we can bring this meeting to an end,” Chiron continued. “If the di Angelos are able to find a third member of their party, then we shall send them off after breakfast in the morning.”

Nico scanned the faces of each of the counsellors, but they all seemed to be avoiding his gaze - much like they had right after he’d been claimed.

After a moment, everyone stood from their seats and made to leave. Nico jumped up and blocked Beckendorf before he could make it out the door. “Beckendorf, will you come with us? Please?”

It looked like it pained him to say no. “I have to stay here to watch over my siblings, kiddo. If I wasn’t the head of my cabin, I’d go with you in a heartbeat. Tell you what, though, I’ll make sure your sword is finished before you leave in the morning, and I’ll make sure it’s sharp enough for you to cut any monster in half in a single swing.” He grinned and patted Nico on the shoulder, like a sharp sword was somehow better than an experienced demigod chaperone. He left the room, and soon, Nico and Bianca were the only two remaining.

Bianca wrapped her arms around Nico, and felt like she was being sent off to her death.

Nico didn’t feel like he could really enjoy breakfast the next morning - it felt like a prisoner’s last meal on death row. He still hadn’t found a third member for the quest, and Bianca wasn’t being any help. She was acting like the entire camp had already given up on them. Everyone seemed to be avoiding their eyes at the pavilion, as well.

When Nico went to turn his plate in, Will stopped in front of him. He held a backpack out to Nico and said, “Lee asked me to give this to you. It’s got a first aid kit, and some nectar and ambrosia, and a few snacks, and a little bit of demigod money and mortal money, just in case.”

Nico took the backpack from him and slung the straps over his shoulders. “Thanks, Will.”

“And, um. Good luck on your quest,” Will continued. “It’ll be weird being at camp without you after so long, but Chiron says you should be back by the solstice, so I guess that’s not too long.”

Nico’s head tilted. “Why does he think we’ll be back by then?”

Will frowned. “Because…it’s the solstice. Zeus and Poseidon are both gonna be back on Olympus at the same time, and if Zeus is still in a bad mood, then he’ll either try to start a war against Poseidon or Hades, which will both be bad. It’s best to just get the bolt back to Zeus before the solstice to avoid all that.��

Nico didn’t know if he wanted to scream or cry. Why did everybody know more about his quest than he did? Why wouldn’t they tell him anything? It was like they wanted him to fail!

“Woah, what’s wrong?” Will asked, his eyes widening in something like a mix of surprise and fear. “What is something I said? I’m sorry, please don’t cry!”

Nico furiously wiped at his eyes and felt wetness on his cheeks. “Why doesn’t anybody tell me anything?” Nico exclaimed. “You know more about my quest than I do! Why doesn’t somebody else go on this quest instead of me? I’m just gonna mess everything up!”

Will still looked a little panicked. “I’ll go with you!”

Nico froze. “You…will?”

“Yeah!” Will tried for a grin, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’ll be fun! You still need a third, right? I’ll be a great third! I…know stuff, and I’m a healer…kind of. And besides, we’re friends, right? It’ll all work out just fine!”

The third line of the prophecy rang through Nico’s head at Will’s words: You will be betrayed by one who calls you friend.

He tried to ignore it. Chiron was right, worrying about it wouldn’t do anybody any good. Instead, Nico threw himself forward and wrapped his arms around Will. “Thank you, Will.”

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Hesitate 14|15

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Chapter 14

True Fear

After a couple of hours, you tell the team that you’re going to head back out the tunnel to check the status at the island. Asami and Mako are quick to argue to not let you go, but you assure them that you’ll be fine. You will return and let them know if you see anything, if you don’t return not to come looking for her. “Stay on the objective” you tell them before you walk back and head in the way you came. After a couple of minutes you reach the end of the tunnel and see all but one airship, this one seems designed slightly different than the others. You begin to think if it’s Amon ship. Could it be that he’s captured the Lin and the family? You run back to the gang and tell them there is one ship still there. You plan to wait out the ship hopefully it’ll leave soon, and you can look around for clues to where Amon could be. Maybe rescue some survivors if there are any. Asami is quick to respond “no, it’s too dangerous for you to be on your own. That’s not a risk I want you to make.” She looks at you angrily, everyone agrees. “I get what you’re saying, but if there is anything to that can lead us to where Amon’s hideout can be it might be there. No arguments” Asami huffs and crosses her arms upset with you before getting worried and hugs you tightly, “just be careful, I don’t know what I’ll do if Amon gets you” you hug her back and nods at everyone else. “You’re the new Team Avatar. You got this. I’ll come find you if I make it out the island safely.” You look back at them before running back down the tunnel and you reach the end. You look up and stay sitting outside of view but enough to be able to watch the ship start to leave. You take a deep breath and decide there’s no other way across than to swim. The boat would be too obvious in case the airship turns back. You start swimming as fast as you can the current surprising is working in your favor but it’s hard to swim when it’s raining hard.

You pull yourself up exhausted of the long distance swim and breath laying on the wet concrete as you catch your breath before you muster up the energy to keep on going. You bend your cables and grab onto the edge of one of the buildings and pull yourself up and reach the top of the island. You start walking up the steps to the highest point of the temple when you see a figure laying on the floor. Your eyes widen as you stumble and fall, you crawl back up and get on your feet as you get closer. From the rain it is hard to see but soon you see the metallic armor and gray hair. Your heart sinks to the bottom of the pit of your stomach as you drop to your knees. “no….” you mutter and stand back up and run over to her “Lin!” you yell out and skid down the concrete next to her. You put your hand on her shoulder and turn her over, so she lays on her back. She’s unresponsive knocked out cold. You run your hand up to the side of her neck and check for a pulse. She’s alive. You look around the area and see the island is completely clear. You start to wonder whether it’s best to stay on the island or to get off. Due to the rain you decide maybe it’ll be good due to the low visibility to get off in case Amon or the Equalists comes back and sees if anyone came for Lin. You guess Amon left Lin behind as a message for the team. You sit up and lift Lin up carrying her in your arms. You carry her as you look down at her you walk down the steps until you reach the edge of the cliff. Then you pull Lin over your shoulder and bend the cable around the top a column and slowly lower yourself down the side of the island until you come down the dock then recoil the cables back.

You hear Lin groan out a bit softly starting to stir, “it’s okay, Lin it’s just me” you talk to her reassuring. You carry her to the boat and softly set her down and start driving the boat over towards the city. It takes a couple of minutes till you reach the other side off the dock. You help Lin up and she opens her eyes once again and sees you “y/n?” she groans “can you walk?” you ask her as you put her arm around your shoulder as you wrap your arm around her waist and pick her up again. She dozes off again leaning onto your chest as you walk off the dock and look around for any chi-blockers around, but the coast is clear. You walk over down an alley and notice a motorcycle under some tarp. You bend some earth to stabilize the cycle then you help Lin on then mount on yourself. You shoot your cables and wrap you and Lin together to prevent her to fall off. You bend the earth away and hotwire the bike before you rev it and drive off.

Lin wakes up midway through the ride in the city surprised to be on a bike and wraps her arms around your waist holding on tight, “y/n?! Where are we going?” she calls out. Look weave through the streets “nice for you to join me chief” you bring your hand to rub her hand before taking the handlebar again. You pull up into your old place you used to live at when you first came to the city which have long been vacant. You slowly drive up the alley nearby and unbending the cables around you and Lin and help Lin down. Lin looks at you then looks down defeat, she whispers “Amon got me” your eyes widen. Your worse thoughts coming true when she confirms what you thought when you saw her. “I’m sorry” you whisper to her then hide the bike and put your hand on her back and walk her to a side entrance and take her into the attic of the shop, “whose place is this?” Lin looks around you look for some matches and light a lantern “no one at the moment.” You keep your voice down. “where are we?” she looks around while you walk to the other side of the room and uncover a bed you start to cough and try to fight it covering your nose. “Remember when I told you--that day at the park--tea shop owned by an old lady who offered me a place to stay? Well this is the place, well was anyways. I found out during one of my patrols shifts that the lady passed, and the business closed down, it’s been vacant ever since.” You look over at her and walk her to the bed. “so why you bring us to this place?” she looks over at you still feeling weak. “our apartments are most likely compromised, and I didn’t want to risk it. No one knew this about me except you and the owner, Asami doesn’t even know by the time I met her, I had already moved to an actual apartment and not this attic.” You look over at her upset. Lin’s eyes widen and looks at you “where is Korra and the others?” panic in her voice, your voice assuring her “they are safe, when I left they were still underground.” She sighed and your turn to answer “what about Tenzin and the family? Were they able to escape?” you look at her and she looks down recalling back the events “I think so, I took down one airship and did damage the second before I was captured it turned back giving Tenzin a chance to escape”. You sigh and nod “hopefully they did…” then rub your hands on your thigh and sit up “you should rest, I can metal bend you out of your armor to make you comfortable” Lin looks down and doesn’t respond you forget that you ask her before she softly respond “yes, thank you”. You stand and go in front of her to face her and bend her armor off of her and sets it beside her by the bed. “I’ll watch over you while you rest, we can take turns, I’ll be back though. I’m going to see if there are any booth cushions in the shop.” You open the trapdoor and climb down the ladder and quietly drop down and walk down to the shop and pull the cushion part of the booth and carry it up the ladder then slide it over towards the bed and use it as a makeshift bed. You groan as you lean back on the wall, you slowly turn your head over to Lin and watch her stare at the ceiling. Looking defeated and lost, you just hope that her sacrifice was worth it to win this war.

You hide behind garbage bags in an alley as you see several mecha-tanks drive by. You pull your collars up and pull your hat down as you hurry back to the attic. You look around and cover your cycle, you were able to go get it back at your apartment on the way to get some food. You check if the coast is clear before you launch yourself bending a column from the ground. You grab onto the fire escape and pull yourself up before you tap several short knocks followed by two long knocks the window opens and you slide in. You give Lin the bag of food then, take off your hat and jacket as you give her the report of what you saw throughout the streets. You both eat the food before you speak, “I can see what Korra comes from, it’s hard being patient, how much longer do you think until the United Forces arrive?” you look over at her. “it shouldn’t be long, probably another day or two” she mutters. “there’s going to be a rally happening in the arena sometime this week. You think we should do to gather intel on Amon?” you look at Lin, first time you’re not sure what to do. “it’s a risk, but it might give us a leg up on what Amon is planning to do” you nod

You and Lin walk with the crowd down the corridor and find a seat in the stands but stay close to an entry in case you need to sneak out and escape. You both have on coats and hats you grab a scarf you found in the attic and put it around your neck. You both look around paranoid to not get caught and the rally soon begins. You don’t see any chi-blockers around the second floor, maybe they’re confident Korra won’t show up?” you hear Amon talk about his experience with a firebender and how he struck his entire family down and was the reason for his quest to equalize the world. Man, people really do be getting scarred by fire benders a lot, you think until you hear a loud voice coming from the other side of the arena and see two chi-blockers reveal themselves as Mako and Korra. “Korra…” you whisper as both yours and Lin’s eyes widen. “what is she doing here?” Lin whispered back. You try to get up, but Lin grabs your arm and sits you back down, “we can’t reveal ourselves” you grit your teeth and look down. She’s right. You both hear what Korra has to say to the crowd “Amon has been lying to you. The spirits didn’t give him the power to take people’s bending away. He uses blood bending to do it. Amon is a waterbender.” She points her finger at Amon. Your eyes glance around the floor as you listen to Korra, “now it makes sense” you whisper, and Lin turns to you. “what does” “I wondered how Amon could overtake Tarrlok the only explanation is…” Korra keeps talking “His father was Yakone, and his brother is councilman Tarrlok” you finally breathed out the last part of your sentence “…family”. Lin’s eyes widen at the news and looks over at Amon and the chi-blockers on the stage. Amon reveals his scarred face and you look shocked, but you and Lin believe Korra, she wouldn’t come in here until she was sure. Then Lin softly gasp and grabs your arm turning your attention to the stage “That can’t be. I saw them get away, I took the airships down…” she whispers upset that her sacrifice didn’t work. You ball your fists “we have to get down there somehow” you mutter as you see Tenzin and his kids tied up to poles coming up from the ground.

You look around trying to find some way to get down without getting caught. You see Mako shoot out blue electric waves to the stage and they start attacking the stage. The crowd starts to run at every entry trying to get away from the attack, you grab Lin and pull her down the corridor. “We need to go; we might run into them outside the arena” you call at her and you both run down the stairs. You bust open a door and you both run out you start to head down the street when you see a bald headed arrow with three kids, “look there!” you yell out and you both start running calling Tenzin and the kids. Tenzin looks over and sees Lin then you beside her. “Lin! y/n! Glad you’re safe, we need to rescue Pema and the baby” he states as starts motioning everyone to start running. “where are they?!” Lin runs “in prison”. “where did Korra and Mako go?” you jump in as you run “they’re still in the arena, facing Amon.” Your eyes widen and hope Korra has what it takes to take on Amon. “we don’t have much time, Lin and I will meet you at the prison, you guys can air bend there” Tenzin nods while you and Lin run to where you stashed the cycle and turn it on. Lin jumps up behind you and puts her hands on your waist as you rev the bike and speed off. Lin grabs onto you tighter as you weave through traffic and catch up with Tenzin and the kids. Tenzin looks back and recognize you and Lin and you reach the prison.

You were successfully able to save Pema and the baby and agreed to go back to Air Temple Island. Once everyone makes it to the island, you patiently wait for Korra and Mako to return. Korra gives you all the news that Amon took Korra’s bending away. You look down sadden by the news, unsure if and when Amon will return. Lin puts her hand on Korra’s shoulder with a sadden voice, “I can’t believe Amon got you too.” Bolin buts in trying to look at the positive “hey, at least you unlocked your air bending.” He tries to cheer Korra up. Everyone looks at Bolin annoyed, Mako looks at him “Bro, not the time.” You nudge his head “read the room, Bolin” you sneer at him. He sheepishly steps back “right… right, I’ll just stand over here, quietly….in silence.” You roll your eyes and groan rubbing your face. You care for the guy but, come on. Everyone turns to see the second division fleet arrive. The kids jump up excited to greet their uncle Bumi and you see an older man standing on the edge of the boat and give his biggest holler then claps his hand. You can’t help but raise an eyebrow in amusement. Tenzin suggest traveling to the Southern Water Tribe compound to see if Master Katara can heal Korra and try to unblock her bending. You guys all get packed and head on to the boat for the trip. You sit and look over at Lin who, looks like she has lost her spirit. When you can understand, she lost her identity, a large piece of who she is. Without her bending she can’t continue on the force and fight.

You guys arrive late at night to the Southern Water Tribe compound, and Katara tries right away to try to work on healing Korra. Everyone is waiting on any news, you pace in the healing hut before Asami pulls you down, “you should sit, I think your pacing is making everyone more anxious.” You look around and see everyone’s faces and you look down. After a couple of hours, Katara walks out and softly shakes her head “I’m doing everything I can, but she is still incredibly blocked. I suggest Korra and you all rest and we can try again tomorrow.” Everyone let’s out a long sigh and grungily agree. Katara and the White Lotus have prepared sites for everyone to sleep in. Tenzin and his family in one, Korra with her parents, Mako and Bolin, You and Asami, then Lin in her own. You look over at Lin and your face softens, wondering how worried she must be feeling. You bet she’s trying to be hopeful Katara can unblock Korra’s bending. Everyone starts heading to their sites, you and Asami walk in and you glance back at Lin slowly walking defeated to her hut. You look down and sigh, Asami looks over at you and puts her hand on your shoulder, “you should go to her, y/n” she tells you softly. You turn your head to Asami “what do you mean?” she gives you a soft smile. “come on, don’t make me say it. I’ve seen the way you look at Lin. You like her, right?” Your eyes widen and you dart to the bed walking away from her and she follows you, “what makes you think that?” you say softly, barely a whisper. “I had my suspicions, but then I noticed the looks and glances you gave Lin, how concerned you were when Lin went with Tenzin and his family on Oogi, then how you watch her since we’ve been here. Just say it, you’re falling for Lin Beifong” She looks at you and you put your head down. You could deny and hide it to everyone else, but Asami is your best friend, practically your sister. If you can’t share it with her then who else, you pick your head up and slowly nod “yeah, you’re right….I like Lin” your heart races when you finally say those words out loud for the first time. You stand “no, I’m falling for Lin” you say with more certainty. Asami smiles and stands up putting her hand on your shoulder “then go to her, she needs comfort, now more than ever. She lost her bending too. I’ll cover for you” you look at her and smile “thanks, Sami”. You grab your bag and look out the door sneaking out. You’re not going to leave Lin on her own, not on a night like this.

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