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nicksolemnlyswears · 11 months ago

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COMFORT ME, STAY WITH ME

(HAELENA’S TURN)

STAY WITH US

pairing: helaena targaryen x targaryen! reader, aegon targaryen x targaryen! reader

word count: ~3k

warnings: spoilers for s2e2 of HoTD, mentions of murder and death of a child, light cursing, angsty helaena, one single mention of sex. dont @ me if you find a haelena instead of a helaena. targaryen names are much too complicated for my brain

a/n: thank you guys for all the love on aegon's oneshot. i was bouncing on the walls when i saw how much love it received and that some people agree with me in terms of alicent being a shit mom. that being said you dont really have to read the first part to read this. it works as a stand alone although it is a continuation.

although the inspiration to write these oneshots was the death of a child i love how soft and comforting they've come out. it's about sympathizing and giving these characters the love they deserve.

helaena deserves so much love even more than aegon. she's an innocent in all of this trapped in the midst of war. hell even rhaenyra agrees and scolded daemon for his misdoings.

im thinking of writing one last part where it is all three of them together: reader, aegon and helaena. i'm leaning towards smut but i never know what my brain will come up with. if you’d rather have some more domestic fluffy stuff let me know and that can be arranged!

enjoy!

Your fingers close around your skirts as you fly up the stairs to Helaena's bed chambers. One of her maids leads the way. The young girl sought you out as you readied for bed, rambling about how Queen Helaena was in distress. Without further question, you slipped on your robe and followed her.

The Queen has not been well since the night her child was brutally taken from her. She continues to live day by day in constant suffering as her mind has a difficult time coming to terms with that night's events.

As it happens, saying Helaena is 'not well' is an understatement.

She might've been 'not well' after the fact, but the funeral proceedings broke the last thread of sense she was holding onto. If anyone is to blame, it is the Dowager Queen who forced her to attend and Otto Hightower who was the 'mastermind' behind it all.

It was torture to hear the people of Kings Landing shouting for her, screaming vile words about Rhaenyra, and offering condolences about a subject they barely knew a thing about.

Most had never seen the young Prince; his cold body and the gold thread around his neck were their first glimpses of him. They gasped and awed at her child as if he were a spectacle while she had no choice but to sit and watch with composure.

It is only natural she would fall apart under the pressure of such ill-conceived plans. Her overthinking mind couldn't handle it any longer when the carriage got stuck. Her thoughts coming up with the most of wicked scenarios. She had to run.

Then, there is Jaehaera, who continues to ask for her twin brother. The poor girl has never spent a day apart from him since they were conceived. It is difficult for Helaena to hear Jaehaera constantly ask where he is and when he will return. It's a never ending reminder of her loss.

Besides, how is she to explain death to a child when Helaena herself has not accepted it.

The newly assigned guard sworn to protect the Queen opens the door for you as soon as you round the corner. His anticipation worries you to no end, and you fear what lies past those doors.

Maids surround Helaena, attempting to comfort her. She screams at them to let her be, but they persist. The maids mean well. Helaena is clearly distressed, yet they don't seem to realize it's because of their overbearing presence.

The young Queen swats them away. Her fingers thread through her messy hair as she seeks an escape, and sobs rake through her slender body until she collapses on her knees. Her lips move in unreadable murmurs in between each yell.

Helaena barely appears like herself. Dark purple circles line her under eyes, and her hair is unbrushed and knotted. Her signature plump cheeks have hollowed out, indicating that she has lost weight.

"Please," Helaena cries to no one in particular, recoiling from their touch.

You barrel through the maids and kneel on the floor at an arms length from Helaena. "'Laena?" you softly call to get her to look at you, knowing that if you even attempt to touch her, she will shy away.

At the recognition of your voice, Helaena's face whips up. She falls into your arms, hiding from the other females in the room. The tears that stain her face wet your robe as you hold her close. She tucks her face into your neck, hiccuping from emotion.

"Leave us," you command with a stern gaze that borders on anger.

The maids move to leave the room, but only after notifying you that the Queen has barely eaten or bathed in days. Once the door closes shut, you coax Helaena from your arms.

"What is wrong, 'Laena?" You ask softly, cradling her face to brush away her tears. The sight of her red and blotchy face breaks your heart. She must've been like this for a long time.

"It is my fault," she hiccups as new tears follow the path of the others. Helaena hangs her head in despair. She should've fought harder to keep her son alive. There must've been something else she could've done.

"Look at me," you say sternly, forcing her to look at you. It is when her eyes meet yours that you continue, "This is not your fault."

"I was the one to point my finger," she argues while her fists clench and unclench around the fabric of her dress when a new wave of emotion takes over.

Helaena is an overly emotional person. She feels things deep in her chest. She wishes she could control it, but the more she holds it in, the nastier it gets when it gets out of her control. Her body freezes and pleads for her to run and hide.

"Helaena, this was going to happen whether you pointed your finger or not. If you hadn't done what you did, you and Jaehaera would be dead as well."

It's blunt and a bit cruel, but Helaena must understand that she had no other choice. The only way this could've been stopped was if she had been assigned a sworn protector, but the council underestimated their enemy and Ser Criston Cole was too busy getting his cock wet to do anything about it.

"I told them to spare him and kill me instead," Helaena confesses with a weep.

She lets herself go on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around her shaking shoulders. You kiss the top of her head to console her guilty conscience. Helaena did not deserve to be a victim of Daemon's terrible idea. She might just be the most innocent of Targaryens.

"I know, Helaena, you were so brave. You're a wonderful mother. This is not your fault, and nobody blames you. You did what you had to do. Jaehaera is alive and well because of you."

It's hard for Helaena to stop thinking in such a way once she starts. The thoughts cause her to imagine things that aren't really there and doubt her reality. She feels like the staff's glances are not of worry but of resentment for letting those men kill her boy. Aegon's absence makes it all the worse.

"Aegon will not look at me, much less speak to me," she whimpers, wrapping her arms around your waist.

A tear slides down your cheek. You will never compare your sadness to theirs, but seeing them hurt in such a way pains you. Their marriage was arranged, yes, but Aegon and Helaena hold deep affection for each other. They simply have a difficult time showing it.

In this instance, there is no one who understands them better than each other. It is tragic but this should bring them closer together not tear them apart.

"Aegon is grieving. He can barely stand to look at himself because he feels like he failed his family, 'Laena. I promise you he will come around."

Helaena nods with her head on your shoulder. She is not convinced, but your words soothe her for the time being. Tears continuously slide down her face, and there is nothing you can do about it. You much prefer she cries it all out than hold it in.

"Come," you tell her, holding her hand and guiding her to the bath the maids had prepared before they left. "Let's get you ready for bed.”

You keep her close to you, reassuring Helaena you're there to stay as long as she needs. You help her untie the strings of her dress, and as you hang it over the back of a chair, she slips out of her smallclothes.

She accepts your hand to step into the bath. The water has now cooled, but she doesn't complain. It is the least of her worries. Helaena sits in the tub with her arms around her knees and silently cries.

Your goal tonight is to get her to rest. You can tell she hasn't slept in a long time, which will make her feel better.

Settling on the wooden stool next to the bath, you lather soap into the sponge and ask for her arm. Helaena complies, and you gently swipe the sponge across her skin. The maids were thorough as the smell of a calming oils invades your senses. They sincerely wanted to help their Queen.

Scrubbing down her arm, you note her nailbeds, which are red and raw. You're gentle with the soap when you reach her hand to prevent it from burning. Once you rinse it out, you bring her hand up to your lips, kissing her fingertips much like your mother would do when you got hurt.

Her crying calms when she catches onto your gesture, watching you in awe.

It is easy to note how she's thinned out as you continue to bathe her. Her skin presses against her ribs, showcasing each indent, and the bony prominences of her shoulders are much more palpable. It worries you to no end. Everyone has different coping mechanisms, but this is by far the unhealthiest one.

In the morrow, you will make it your goal to get her to eat. For a start, you will ask the kitchens to bake her favorite dessert. There has never been a moment where Helaena has refused a berry tart.

"Tilt your head back for me, love," you whisper, grabbing the pitcher of clean water from the table. Brushing Helaena's hair back, you pour the water, being careful not to get it in her eyes.

As she tilts her head back, she keeps her watchful eyes on you. She is in one of the most intimate positions, yet her lilac eyes reveal the most vulnerable parts of herself. You offer Helaena a comforting smile. Moving on from this tragic accident will be difficult, but we have to start somewhere.

When you lather her hair with soap and massage her scalp, she closes her eyes with a shudder. In turn, her shoulders relax, and goosebumps appear across her skin. A quiet moan slipping past her bitten lips.

Moving on to her face, Helaena watches you closely as you grab a rag to wash her face. You're so careful and tender with her. She has not made mention of it, but your touch feels pleasant against her skin.

You dab her neck next, looking over the wound that was cast upon her. You wish for it not to scar. Helaena needs no more reminders of that night.

After finishing the bath, you help her stand and dry off. Then, you follow her to the bed, where her nightgown lies discarded. With your assistance, she quickly slips it on. Helaena is quiet as she dresses; no more tears well up in her eyes.

"Let's brush your hair," you whisper soothingly.

Delicately, you glide the brush through her silver strands. You tackle the knots methodically to prevent pulling on her hair. A couple of drops of rose oil help greatly with the task as the bristles move smoothly across the long length of her hair.

Helaena sighs softly, and, through the mirror, you can see her eyes are closed. The poor thing must be exhausted.

"How are you feeling?" You ask her, tying the plait you weaved and wrapping your arms around her shoulders. You prop your head upon hers, cuddling her into you.

"Better, I suppose," she nods gratefully, grasping your hand hanging loosely across her chest. "I am tired," she admits.

"Let's get you to bed then."

Before you can slip away, Helaena protests and holds your wrist. "No, please." You're taken aback by the desperation in her voice. Why is she refusing to rest when her body begs for it?

"Helaena, when was the last time you slept?"

Helaena appears guilty. She swallows the knot on her throat, preparing to answer. "Not since that night. The nightmares do not allow me respite."

You sit beside her on the bench, keeping a firm grasp on her hand. "Do you wish to speak about them? It might help."

Her voice is barely above a whisper. "It's always the same. They return when the nights darkest and take Jaehaera."

Helaena is terrified. Many of her dreams have become reality, and this is one she would not be able to bear witness to. The things they do in her dreams are unforgivable. She cannot lose her daughter to those monsters.

Silence takes upon the room. Helaena cannot survive in a sleep deprived state, there must be something you can do. "What if we bring her here? She can sleep with you. That way, you will know she's safe."

Helaena ponders your suggestion, her eyes drifting away. "Will you stay?" Although a question the way Helaena's voice cracks, it's more of a plead.

"Is that what you wish, my Queen?" You ask, caressing her cheek so she returns to you from that faraway place in her mind.

She's quick to nod and squeeze your hand in gratitude. "Please," she whispers, leaning into your touch.

"Anything for you."

Helaena accompanies you to Jaehaera's new chambers. The King saw it fit Jaehaera did not reside in the room where her twin brother was murdered. A wise choice.

If your memory serves you well, Jace used to inhabit the space once upon a time.

Helaena almost runs to her daughter's cot, ensuring she's alive and well. You sympathize with her, it's natural to worry about your child if another was stolen from your life.

"Mama," Jaehaera yawns when Helaena picks her up.

"You're sleeping with mummy tonight, yeah?" Helaena whispers, cradling the back of her head and kissing the crown of her head.

Jaehaera, too tired to reason or even question it, nods and nestles into the crook of Haelena's neck. The sight is eerily similar to that fateful night.

The guard posted to protect Jaehaera escorts you to the Queen's chambers, standing on the opposite side of Helaena's white cloak guard.

Once inside, you slip off your robe and join her and Jaehaera on the bed. The girl is safely nestled between you both, pale lashes fluttering shut.

Helaena reaches for your hand to ensure you do not leave, and you lace your fingers with hers. "Sleep, 'Laena. I'll keep you safe," you promise her.

All it takes for Helaena to sleep is a lullaby your mother used to sing to you. It was of great tales of the people of Old Valyria. It was your favorite growing up, and now it is Helaena's.

By the song's end, Helaena's breaths even out and she succumbs to slumber. Although her face reflects her tiredness, the resemblance between Helaena and Jaehaera is stark.

When your eyes begin to close, eager to follow Helaena and Jaehaera to the land of dreams, the door creaks open. Startled, you sit up on the bed to search for an intruder, ready to scream if need be.

Aegon stands by the door, his chest heaving and his face pale. His hair is in disarray, and his eyes are wild with worry. "Where is Jaehaera?" he asks.

"She's right here," you respond, lowering the sheets and moving your body to reveal her resting upon Helaena's chest.

Aegon sighs in relief, and after a moment of hesitation, he timidly steps closer to the bed, observing the scene in front of him. He has taken to visiting his daughter's chambers throughout the night. He doesn't trust the guards, even if he is the one who assigned them. Aegon needs to see with his own eyes that his remaining child is alive and not endangered.

He had been frightened when the guard who was supposed to be posted by her door was gone, and worse, so was his daughter. Before he could scream, a maid walked in and, upon questioning, told him Jaehaera was in the Queen's chambers with her mother and the Princess.

You lay back against the headboard and observe him. He sits on the edge of the bed, reaching over you to brush a strand of hair away from his wife's face. Then, his hand lowers as his fingertip traces the slope of his daughter's nose.

"You should talk to her."

Helaena's words are clear as day in your mind. After witnessing Aegon in the same position, you reckon it would be good if they spoke to one another.

"I wouldn't know what to say," Aegon responds with a shake of his head.

"Yes, you do," you insist, resting your hand upon his, which lays on the bed. He glances questioningly at you, silently asking you to explain.

Your voice is light and soft. The last thing you want is to wake Helaena, although your instincts tell you it is doubtful. "Nobody understands what you're going through better than Helaena. She lost a child as well and feels just as hopeless as you do. Talk to her and tell her the words you would've liked to hear."

"It is that easy?" He asks in disbelief with a scoff. He looks at you for guidance. You've helped him more than anyone in the council or his own mother.

"Yes," you chuckle, and he joins you, if only for a moment. "Would you like me to go so you can stay?" You wouldn't want to intrude in a moment that can unite a family yet again.

Aegon shakes his head and urges you to stay abed. "It is alright. I will soon talk with 'Laena."

For a brief moment, Aegon presses his forehead against yours to show his appreciation. He stands with a press of his lips to your forehead and one more glance at his family. "Thank you for everything. I hope one day I can repay you for all your kindness."

"There's no need."

He does not speak but shares a glance that says a thousand words. Aegon closes the door behind him and turns to the guards standing by it.

Their backs visibly straighten when he addresses them. "Under no circumstance are you to leave your post. Your goal is to protect the Queen and the Princesses."

After all, his heart and soul are in that room.

STAY WITH US

came out a little longer than aegon but there was much to do with lovely helaena. queen helaena is a big reason as to why i hate alicent so much. alicent has let her down time and time again. how can she fucking ask helaena not to say anything about her and cole? fuck, alicent, she's not even thinking about that.

did you enjoy this one shot? please don’t forget to like or comment (i accept keyboard smashes, emojis, words of encouragement, praise, virtual hugs and alicent and cole slander) and if you want more of it feel free to let me know!

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writemywaytoyourheart · 2 years ago

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Bedeviled | FINAL- Chapter 15a: alea iacta est

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst, horror

WC for PART 1: 13.6k

This is a two part chapter guys, dont miss 15b, it will be linked at the end of this chapter.

Warnings for this part: ⚠️this chapter contains intense, heavy & possibly triggering material, pls read at your own discretion⚠️ strong language, blood, torture, grief, mentions of death, brief mention of past murder, strong religious themes throughout, mentions of witchcraft, implied human sacrifice, summoning of and dealing with demons, ANGST, physical violence, guilt, heavy heavy stuff u guys b careful, if there's anything I missed pls kindly let me know.

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“Guardian angel…what’s happened?”

The look in her eyes was gentle even though the worry was clear.

“I will tell you soon, I promise. Trust in me that now is not the time.”

A slender hand gestured towards the giant golden gates, a reminder of what was to come.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, an understanding and comfort sweeping through you that the time would arrive to know everything. You looked up at the shining entrance and noticed beautiful gems lining the golden bars in every color imaginable.

It was stunning.

Your angel reached out a hand and ever so gently touched the sleek bars; sending a shudder through the entirety of the gate that simultaneously went through you, deep into your bones.

You didn’t notice you were holding your breath until the gate opened and there was a soft yet steady hand on your shoulder.

Taking a tentative step forward, you gulped as the cloud beneath you kept you from plummeting through it.

A few more steps and you were almost inside.

Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath that filled your lungs. As it blew out slowly, you could feel any and every worry leaving with it as the sound of a celestial choir arose and an overwhelming feeling of love consumed you.

Then you stepped through the gates.

The grip on your upper arms is harsh as you’re dragged carelessly down the last few steps. The sound of tortured screams echo around you, bouncing off the walls and shaking you to the core.

Then the smell hits you.

A smell so vile you would never be able to put it into words if someone asked. It turns your stomach to rot within seconds, but it’s too late to hold your breath now.

I’m okay.

You shake uncontrollably as the demons proceed to half carry you down a long hall, the sound of their footsteps drowned out by the screams of the sinners whose fate you are soon about to share in.

At least it isn’t him.

You gulp and close your eyes despite it already being pitch black; the action only a desperate attempt to conjure some form of comfort.

You flinch when the loud clank of metal reaches your ears.

It sounds like someone is unlocking a very large padlock.

Then an ear piercing squeak follows when what you can only assume is a cell door is opened.

You’re brought into the cell and immediately thrown to the ground harshly, a pained gasp knocked out of you when you hit the stone floor.

There’s a puddle of something wet and warm under your hands and the stench of urine instantly fills your nostrils. You don’t even have a moment to register the disgust before you’re being grabbed roughly again and yanked to the middle of the room.

The unmistakable sound of jangling chains fills your ears and you bite your bottom lip. Your eyes slowly begin to adjust to the darkness due to the sliver of blood red light seeping in through a crack near the upper right corner behind you.

You can just barely make out what is probably Sav in front of you, but more of that comes from the energy you feel and less the sight of him.

A deep chuckle sounding directly ahead confirms it as your arms are yanked up so violently that you inadvertently cry out. The demons only continue to laugh as one on each side of you shackles your wrists to the rusted cuffs hanging from the ceiling.

You realize with horror only seconds before it happens that the chains are a certain height, designed like everything else here; to wring the most torture they can out of you.

A broken scream gets stuck in your throat when the demons let go of you and your body weight is forced down by gravity, pulling at your shoulders harshly. Only a bit of pressure is taken off by your feet holding you up just enough on tiptoe. You know that eventually your shoulders will not be able to handle it, when you are no longer strong enough to stand. They will inevitably be pulled out of place.

Breathing in and out slowly in shaky gasps, you don’t even try to fight as your ankles are shackled as well, even though you won’t be going anywhere with even just the wrists bound in iron.

The sound of another set of chains makes you close your eyes.

Flinching harshly, you bite your lip when you feel your wings squeezed painfully by cold metal restraints of their own.

Fear clenches your heart as you wait with bated breath.

“Leave us.”

Heavy footfalls go to the cell door, the loud creak sounds, then the footsteps diminish into the torture being dealt elsewhere in the dungeon.

You say nothing, feeling his stare on you while you keep your eyes closed.

“I’m going to ask questions and you are going to answer, do you understand?”

He’s met with silence, but chooses to ignore that and begins anyway.

“Why are you here?”

When you don’t answer, he steps forward and growls.

“Do you want me to fucking hurt you right now, you little bitch? Answer me.”

You open your eyes and stare at the dark floor, but say nothing.

“Answer me or when the time comes I’ll hurt him more than I need to.”

A beat of silence passes.

“I came to get something,” you grit out, tears stinging your eyes.

Sav chuckles in disbelief.

“How strange you are, little puppet. You say nothing when your own precious body is on the line, but when it comes to a random demon you found in Hell, you will give it all up.”

You sigh shakily, knowing that he can do whatever he wants to you and still get you to talk when he threatens to hurt a certain fellow demon of his.

“Oh this is going to be fun.”

His heeled boots clunk against the floor as he begins to pace, smirking at your defeated posture.

“What did you come to get?”

You gulp, noticing how dry your throat is.

“Something I’ve waited a long time for.”

“The Flame of Immortality?”

You’re not sure how he found out that little made-up story, but you don’t ask.

He sighs through his nose in annoyance at your silence.

“Why should an angel need the Flame? You’re already immortal. Besides, don’t you holy creatures frown at the use of it?”

“I didn’t tell you I needed it,” you whisper.

“A little birdie told me you did.”

“Maybe you should stop taking information from random little birdies-”

A harsh slap lands across your cheek and you instantly taste blood as your head hangs to the side and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly to try and control the urge to make a sound.

You don’t want to give him that satisfaction.

“You’re going to regret not taking my offer to let you speak and delay your punishment.”

He grabs your face, pinching your cheeks tightly and making you look at him.

Oddly enough, you can see his blue eyes in the dim light, his hair falling into them.

“If pain is what you want, rest assured that is what I will give you.”

You glare back at him in response, earning another slap to your other cheek.

Sav steps back and observes you.

“You look a little too confident as an angel at the hands of demons that are only too willing to hurt her.”

You just stare at him, hands chained above your head and shoulders aching terribly.

“Your smug silence will only cause you more agony.”

He gets no response.

The demon turns and walks to a corner of the cell, a dark alcove where you can not see what is inside.

“Fine by me, little angel.”

You expect him to emerge with something, so you’re taken by surprise when he only comes back out, empty handed, to lean against the wall.

“Undidis.” His voice rings out in the dim light.

Then the iron cell door opens and the large lizard-like demon that grabbed you in the hall stalks in, a grotesque smile spread across his toothy snout.

You don’t have a moment to think before he hits you across the face so hard that your vision spins violently and a headache blossoms. A few of your teeth feel like they were loosened by the impact. You breathe out a pained groan.

The demon hits you in the stomach, then kicks your right shin harshly out from under you, undoubtedly leaving a mark that will bruise if he didn’t fracture it outright.

The weight of your beaten body pulls down on your shoulders and you cry out.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

Undidis steps away and sneers, “Look at her. She’s like a little doll we get to ruin all we want.”

Sav chuckles at his words.

“And she can stop it any time she would like. Are you ready to stop, angel?”

You gulp, cringing at the metallic taste in your mouth, then you shake your head slowly.

He scoffs and goes back to the alcove, disappearing into the darkness.

____.

Tears form in your eyes at the sound of her voice in your mind.

Angel…I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you…I’m sorry I failed.

Sav steps out and you see something long and thin hanging from his hand.

____, you have not failed. Do not let them make you believe otherwise.

“Still feeling brave?” Sav mocks, running the whip between his fingers repeatedly, his eyes moving over your form hungrily; ready to draw screams from you with each crack of it.

You are sure you want to do this? Only say the word and it will stop.

You pull your gaze away from Sav and up to the ceiling of the cell. Up to where you might be able to imagine all of them if you think hard enough.

The words that leave your mouth are sure to send him into a fit, but it doesn’t stop you from saying them.

“I’m okay, Guardian Angel.”

Sav’s face falls, then it twists in anger as he steps closer to you, “We’ll just see where that bravery gets you.”

You can see the hatred in his eyes before he walks behind you and is out of your line of sight.

You shut your eyes only moments before the whip makes contact with your back and rips the first scream from your lungs.

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“Find your own way out of Hell.”

The look of terror and disbelief in your eyes did nothing to stop him from turning; from leaving you alone and never looking back.

JK keeps his eyes forward as he stalks across the empty planes between the eighth and ninth circles of Hell, his jaw taut with barely contained rage.

He has no intention of going back to you, or even turning around to see if perhaps his eyes betrayed him in a moment of insanity.

Of all the things he theorized about you in his head, you being one of those sorry pawns from His pathetic army was never even close to being one…

When the golden light bouncing off the vibrant green leaves flashes through his brain again, the demon shakes his head and keeps walking.

You must have poisoned his thoughts in some way- with all your nasty little angel abilities to put images in minds. That must have been part of your plan the entire time: to confuse him, to disorient him enough so that you could do whatever the hell it was you were here to do in the first place.

The silent anger continues to build inside, leaving no room to wonder or even care about where you might be.

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The broken scream from the last lash of the whip leaves your throat raw as you gasp in a breath. You had held them in as much as you could, but the pain after the first fifteen lashes was too much. You had no idea how many more he had done since.

Sav runs his fingers down the length of the thin instrument, dragging the blood off of it to drip onto the floor in red splatters.

“Why him?” He asks lowly, voice deep with impatience.

Your shaky breaths echo off the stone walls.

Sav grabs your chin with rough fingers, forcing you to lift your head and look at him, the smirk on his face growing at the way you squeeze your eyes shut with pain, the blood from his fingers smearing onto your skin.

“Why…” He leans close, his cold breath fanning your wet cheeks, “...him?”

You swallow thickly before whispering, unable to keep the strength in your voice no matter how hard you try, “I only asked him to lead me becau-”

A shaky breath gets caught in your throat and you cough a little.

“-because he was the first one I ran into.”

The grip on your face tightens for a second before the demon shoves you away and takes a step back to observe his prisoner.

“Do not make the mistake of feeling secure in telling me the truth. It will not spare you any pain.”

You open your eyes and look at him.

“I know.”

His jaw clenches, then a smirk slowly spreads on his face again.

“How unlucky for you that he was merely a pawn in your little game. If there was more to tell on JK, I might have decided to prolong the fun in order to wring more out of you.”

His words neither lessen nor heighten your anxiety. You know he is going to torture you without restraint, you have known since the moment you were grabbed in the tunnel while trying to get away. He does not need any more information from you; that is not why you are in this dungeon under the Chamber of Souls. You are merely here for their twisted sport.

Finding an angel in the middle of Hell is a prize beyond the count of worth.

Without turning, Sav drops the whip on the floor and points at the alcove.

The demon, Undidis, that has been standing silent to the side for the entirety of the whipping instantly walks that way and disappears into the darkness.

The sound of metal clanging around from where he went reaches your ears, but you do not move your gaze from Sav’s.

“The monarch butterfly on your arm,” you whisper, voice hoarse, “Why is it colored?”

He snorts, “Why would I feel the need to divulge any information about myself to you? You are already at my feet, you are already mine to break.”

“Do you not know?”

His gaze hardens as he stares at you with a raw hatred after seeing the unwavering look in your gaze.

The look in his own eyes confirms what you already know: that he will not give you a moment of relief once he begins.

There is no reason for either of them to hold back.

You take a steadying breath and close your eyes slowly.

Stepping through the gates, your eyes landed immediately on your aunt.

Yoongi’s mother, who died many years ago.

Her skin seemed to radiate a very subtle glow as she smiled at you warmly. There were no wings on her back and she was clothed in a soft white tunic that fell to her ankles. She looked young and healthy, her eyes resembling Yoongi’s almost exactly.

You smiled back, then your gaze shifted to see the man stepping out from behind her who wasn’t an angel either.

It was your father.

You had never met him, but there was something inside of you that just knew. For some odd reason you also knew what had happened to him, why he left one day before you were even born and never came back.

You thought maybe he had been sick like you or just abandoned you and mother. It never occurred to you that he was killed on the road and never found. Your heart hurt terribly at this revelation.

His lips…they looked like yours. Your hair color was the same too. He also looked somewhat like Yoongi’s mother, the shared genes were clear.

You briefly remembered the days leading up to your death, when you hallucinated a man in the corner of the shack, staring at you. You had thought it was your father, but it wasn’t, he didn’t look like this man. This man’s eyes were kind, his touch comforting as he gave you a quick hug and whispered how happy he was to finally meet you.

You hugged him back tightly, a breath stuck in your throat, your mind still in a state of disbelief.

He pulled away then and stepped back, no longer obscuring your view of the beings behind him.

Many many people and angels, some laughing and talking, others smiling and waving at you excitedly.

You didn’t recognize any of them, but they seemed to know you.

They seemed to have known you for a long time.

Realization hit you then, that every single person and angel there, had been waiting for you.

The air itself was alive with relief and genuine unconditional love.

These souls that you did not know, were overjoyed at your arrival.

They were proud of you.

Tears filled your eyes, only a few escaping and falling down your cheeks.

Then you saw her.

The little angel with yellow wings, that had taken your hand and led you to the clouds after you passed.

She was standing in front of another angel that looked no older than fourteen. The young teen had long red hair and wings the color of soil. A bright smile graced her pink lips.

The small yellow angel that you had not recognized when first waking in that shack, had tears in her eyes as she looked at you. Those bunny teeth appeared when she smiled even while the tears fell down her supple cheeks.

“The little ones that pass in the womb become angels.”

She looked just like him.

“Aera?”

The name fell from your lips in a breathless whisper.

Not another moment passed before you were kneeling and the child was running into your open arms, soon engulfed in your embrace.

Her tiny arms wrapped around you and she held on tightly.

You couldn’t help the tears that wracked your body as you kept her close, finally feeling that warmth you always dreamt of.

“I love you,” you whispered the words you always wanted to say between sobs, “I love you so much, I missed you so much.”

Her hug only tightened and she whispered back with that tiny soft voice you could only ever imagine in those long long months, “I missed you too, mommy. I love you.”

You continued to cry on her small shoulder until your tears were utterly spent and you could finally breathe in fully without breaking into another round of weeping.

Only then did you open your eyes and see someone behind her; your gaze traveling from their sandaled feet, up their long beige tunic, and into gentle brown eyes flecked with gold.

Only then did you first look upon the face of the one you never knew you had missed.

Your whole body is quivering uncontrollably, blood drips down your arms and legs, and your shoulders only continue to weaken as the strain on them increases with each new torment they bring upon you.

“Not the face.”

Sav’s deep voice breaks through the fog of pain clouding your mind.

Undidis grunts in annoyance but steps back anyway, the bloody knife gripped in his scaly fist tightly as he resists the urge to mutilate the only part of you that has been left more or less unscathed.

You can faintly hear both of them laughing as they walk around you, behaving like two humans that have stumbled across a most intriguing statue in the museum.

No words pass your lips, only the labored breathing that occasionally becomes so quiet that if they didn’t know any better they’d have thought you suffocated from the lack of oxygen getting to your lungs.

“Such a precious little face, angel. I can’t bring myself to cut it up just yet,” Sav muses with mock pity.

At your lack of response, you get a kick to the same right shin Undidis had struck earlier.

All you give for that is a weak moan.

Sav steps towards you and leans down, his voice becoming soft, “This is only the beginning. You can change your fate, all you have to do is one simple thing.”

The fog in your brain covers most of your thoughts in an attempt to pretend like you are anywhere but here.

Slowly, you shake your head.

“Do nothing and we get to play with you for the rest of eternity. Who needs Him anyway? If you give in to us, the pain He has let be inflicted upon you will lessen.”

Your eyes flutter open at his words and you lift your head only enough to look him in the eye.

“And when my memories are no longer my own,” you mumble quietly, “When I can no longer understand why it hurts…what will happen to me then?”

Sav straightens up, his mouth twisting in rage.

“Will I become like you?” You whisper hoarsely, never looking away from him.

A harsh slap from the back of his hand causes your head to jerk to the side and blood to spray from your mouth and onto the floor, to continue to stain the ancient stone with the life of its current victim.

“You dare to look down on me while I stand above you?” He seethes, “You refuse to acknowledge who is in control?”

“You are not in control.” Is all you say, eyes lifting to the ceiling briefly.

“Is that so?”

A choked gasp gets stuck in your throat when you feel jagged metal sink deep into your abdomen.

Sav pulls the knife back out and lifts it into your view as you gulp and try to control the shivering from sheer pain alone.

Your blood drips down the length of the crooked blade, only inches from your face.

“I think we’ve just run out of time for you. That little face of yours has only begun to anger me.”

Your gaze drifts from the crimson knife and over to his dark blue eyes.

“Your story saddens me, Sav. But it is not you I grieve for.”

There’s a flash of fear deep in his gaze, but it’s quickly clouded once more with hatred.

“You may know things I do not, angel, but I can assure you of this,” he looms over you, only too ready to ruin you beyond recognition, “If you do not deny Him, if you do not lower yourself more than you already are and bow to me; I will rid you of any physical indication of your title. I will tear you limb from limb and you will feel every single second of it.”

A smile spreads on your cracked lips, bright red blood oozing from your mouth.

“Lower yourself to me.” Despite his words, his voice shakes slightly.

The grin on your face does not fade, even as Undidis emerges from the shadows with the next instrument of torture that will leave you in agony beyond comprehension.

You keep your eyes locked on Sav.

“No.”

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“Look, Savanis!”

The twenty-year old boy looked up from where he was digging and reached a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. He pushed the dirty blonde hair out of his suntanned face so he could see the little girl a few feet to his left.

“What is it, Marjorie?”

The child frowned at his tone, but quickly brushed it off and pointed at the little flower only inches from her where a beautiful orange and black butterfly sat.

“Isn’t it pretty?” She whispered, leaning in. Long blonde locks fell over her tiny shoulders, the curled ends brushing against the dirt, “I think it’s the most beautiful I have ever seen.”

Savanis rolled his eyes and turned back to the digging that was taking longer than he liked. It wasn’t supposed to be one of the jobs that consumed his entire day. And for this he would only get enough for half a loaf of bread at the market.

The shovel struck the hot dirt viciously, tearing into it and wrenching it from the earth.

“Savi.”

He rolled his eyes at the hundredth interruption that evening alone.

“What?”

“I’m hungry.”

“Do you think I don’t know that?” He raised his voice, slamming down the small piece of wood he had been carving mindlessly, the sound echoing off the wooden walls of their tiny home.

Tears welled up in the six year old’s big bluebell eyes and he sighed sharply.

“It isn’t my fault the king treats us like scum, Marjorie! What would you have me do? Beg at his feet to let us feast with the royal court? Don’t be so naive. If you’re so hungry then go out and find a way to get us food. Just because mother and father died and left you to burden me doesn’t mean you can’t make yourself useful for once.”

With that, he stood and grabbed the crookedly carved wood, then stormed out of the house, leaving his little sister to self-soothe in her torn blanket, holding her worn out doll friend close to her chest.

It wasn’t even a month’s passing since that night that Savanis stumbled upon the old witch that lived in the woods, the one he had only previously heard tales of.

She was odd enough to deserve the rumors said about her, but she by no means looked to him like she could actually cast magic spells and curse those that betrayed her.

Despite all that, she made decent company when he was out and about in the woods for whatever work he was doing.

The witch spoke of her many encounters with spirits; the good and the evil.

Savanis found himself increasingly drawn to the dark ones she told him of. They seemed more likely to obtain what they desired and he didn’t shy away from the means in which they helped this particular old hag acquire hers.

He began to actively look for work that focused solely on his going into the woods. Those stories began to seem more and more real, and certainly the ways in which the witch lived her life seemed a lot more enjoyable than where he was stuck.

Savanis was determined to change the course of his future, to live his life how he wanted, not to have anyone relying so heavily on him for mere survival.

The time he spent in those woods grew longer and not for the work he was doing halfheartedly by then. For what he was doing, he might never need to work again.

The old witch taught him spells, ways that he could get what he wanted without working all day for it. Ways to read into others’ futures so that they might pay him in exchange for that delicate knowledge. Perhaps, he thought, he could embellish a little here and there as the witch suggested, and so he did. She was right that people would pay more the more you’re willing to divulge, even if only some of it was true.

Marjorie would wait for her brother each night, worrying herself sick while lying in her blankets on the floor of their one room cabin. She would force her little eyes to stay open until she saw him coming into the door quietly and setting his things underneath the floorboards where he thought she couldn’t get them. Then the child would finally be able to sleep.

His items never interested her. One time she was curious and looked in the hiding spot, but only found feathers and vials of strange liquid that smelled funny. When she saw the small blade covered in something red, she hurriedly put the floorboard back over it and never again peeked.

Most of her days were spent outside in her garden.

It wasn’t much of a real garden, but she had lovingly replanted flowers and other strange plants she did not know the name of that she found in the forest.

The bees, dragonflies, and butterflies would swarm her little collection of sweet-smelling flowers, which was one of the reasons she loved it the most.

Marjorie would sit there for hours, simply watching the butterflies flutter to and fro as she nibbled on her bread. She’d offered them some once but they were not interested, so she kept it for herself.

Savi didn’t snap at her so much anymore and he started to bring home more food. She didn’t ask him what he was doing all day and he didn’t offer any details.

Savanis wiped the already dirty rag down the length of his smaller hunting knife as the witch, Tanta he knew her as now, continued to stir the pot above the fire.

When he was finally able to clear most of the crimson smears from the blade, he knelt down and tossed the bloody rag into the fire, his gaze drawn to the strange green hue that illuminated the flames briefly before they faded back to a reddish orange.

“You remembered,” Tanta seemed pleased as she sprinkled something flaky into the pot.

He nodded then sat back to watch her work.

“I’m better than you ever acknowledge.”

“I’m aware.”

“Then why don’t you teach me more? Everything I know is practically useless to me now.”

“I thought all you wanted was a comfortable life,” she mused, not looking in his direction but clearly sporting a knowing grin, “Is that not what I’ve given you? You have food, clothes, and no need for work.”

Savanis sighed loudly, “What good is magic if it doesn’t give you more than the ordinary?”

“What good indeed,” Tanta muttered quietly.

They sat in silence for a little longer, then he heard her speak again.

“I have urged you to do things you have not done.”

He frowned, unsure what she meant for a moment, then it hit him.

“Ah, you mean the rituals?”

“Indeed.”

“So if I worship him more, I’ll be able to do more?”

The only response he got to that was a silent smile.

“I’m not sure I believe it is the thing,” Savanis continued, “Did you not say I was the one capable of magic because of who I am? Not because of some demon king?”

“On your own, you are no more special than that kid sister of yours.”

He bit his tongue at that, irritated.

“She couldn’t handle any of it,” he spat bitterly, glaring at the flames that appeared to have turned bluish, “She’s weak and useless.”

“And that may be so,” Tanta let go of the ladle and turned to him, “But if you want to unlock your true potential, you must give all of yourself to his work.”

“And that means worshiping him every day?”

“The more genuine you become with it, the more you will not drag your feet about it.”

Savanis chewed on his bottom lip, contemplating.

What did he have to lose?

Tanta was right.

The more frequently he did the special rituals to the Leader, as she called him, the more he desired to do them.

A lot of times he’d have to fight the stupid little voice whispering over his shoulder not to do it, saying that he could stop and it wasn’t too late to change. There were days the voice gave him pause.

Tanta told him never to listen to that voice though, that it was a spirit that claimed to be good but only wished for him to lack in anything he desired. Only wished for him to be a puppet and never live for himself.

So he continued to push it out of his head, and continued to make a point to do worse just out of spite.

The darkness that took root in him was continuing to grow, and he welcomed it openly.

Never before this was there much to his bland life.

“You are almost to the highest rank I’ve been told.”

Savanis smirked at the witch that sat on a tree stump in front of him, knitting a dark cloth. It had only been a few months since she first began teaching him and he was already on his way to the top.

“Envious?” He asked, arms crossed and brow raised in arrogance.

She simply smiled at the work in her hands, “I have no reason to envy you child, I have been at the top for many years. I would say delighted is a more fit word to use. After all, you are my pupil.”

“And you are his pupil.”

“Precisely.”

“When do I get to do the final ritual?”

“When he decides you are ready.”

“How will I know?”

Her knowing smile returned.

“You will know.”

Marjorie woke up with a start to see her big brother gathering his things. It was still dark, so she didn’t understand where he might be going. She watched silently from her makeshift bed as he put on his dark cloak and left without a sound.

Savanis lit the fire and stepped back, then tossed the bundle of herbs into it and watched the flames snap and crackle.

He had a dream earlier in the night, a sign he took that it was finally time for him to reach his full potential. The man in the dream told him to come to the spot he was in and do the summoning.

It only took a few moments before the air turned cold and he sensed a presence behind him. He turned and saw a tall handsome man dressed in dark clothes fit for a royal. On his back were large black wings that were at rest.

He smirked at Savanis, who suddenly had a strange feeling that something might not be right.

“At last we meet.”

Savanis swallowed, then spoke up, “You are him, then? The Leader.”

“Lucifer.”

“Lucifer,” Savanis tried out the name, a nasty taste following it in his mouth, but it did nothing to deter him.

“Have you finally come to give your soul to me?” Lucifer asked, eyes locked on the boy in front of him.

“Have you finally decided I’m worth it?”

A dark chuckle floated from the demon.

“You have never been worth it, boy. You are as useless to me as the twig you stand on.”

Savanis’ mouth twisted in anger.

“Then why are you here?”

“You asked me here.”

Savanis scoffed and looked away, feeling utterly humiliated and more than a little angered.

The demon took a step closer, “Do you wish to feel important to me, boy?”

The blonde glared at him, then tilted his chin up, “All I care about is getting what I want.”

“And what is it that you want?”

“I want to be able to do and have whatever I desire without consequences.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Then giving your soul to me is the right answer for you.”

“And yet you turned me down!”

Lucifer chuckled, “I said you are worthless. You are no match for the ones that do my bidding. They are far darker than you.”

“What would you have me do?” Savanis’ voice grew in strength.

He was not afraid of the darkness.

“If you want to give me your soul and join me, you must prove yourself. You must give me something else first.”

“I will give you anything.”

“A life.”

Savanis frowned, confused, “An animal sacrifice? I’ve already given you plenty-”

“Oh no,” the Devil stepped closer again, “One far more precious. A human’s.”

“Easy enough,” Savanis said without hesitation, the blackness in his heart causing him no inner turmoil at the request, “But who?”

A horrible grin spread on the prince of Hell’s face.

“Is there no one in your life you wish to be rid of? No one that has tethered you down until you are merely nothing but the tool to their survival?”

Savanis stared at him for a moment.

That nagging little voice began to beg him to listen, to wait and listen for a moment. Not to make any rash decisions.

But he pushed it away like he had gotten so good at doing.

“Yes, there is.”

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“You remember her, don’t you?”

Your voice is broken and raw as you utter the words, head hanging while the weight of your body hangs on your shoulders unforgivingly. The feeling of the joints that are bearing all the weight beginning to dislocate makes you grit your teeth.

Sav stands in front of you, his chest heaving in angry breaths.

He doesn’t respond, only glares harder at your ruined form covered in crimson.

You swallow thickly, tasting the metallic blood that coats the inside of your mouth.

“You remember Marjorie…don’t you?”

Sav grabs your face harshly, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t say that fucking name ever again.”

You stare back evenly as you whisper.

“Why do you pretend like you don’t remember? Who are you trying to convince: the other demons, or yourself?”

His jaw clenches, rage seeping into him at the fact that you know more than he’s comfortable with, the fact that you can read him like a book.

An awkward silence stretches on and you can sense that Undidis is just now hearing of this.

“If you think dropping a name that is in my past will rattle me, you’re wrong,” Sav seethes, fingers pinching your cheeks.

“It isn’t just in your past though, is it? That is your punishment. It haunts you wherever you go, the pain you caused her now racks your own miserable being, and you will never be free of it-”

“Shut the hell up.”

“She’s up there, you know.”

The dark ocean in his irises seems to darken and get colder as you stoke the burning blue flames. He roughly lets go of your face.

“You will never hurt her again, Sav. She needs never to think of you or what you did. Marjorie sings joyfully with the angels and flies with her most beloved creatures.”

He watches your eyes drift to the dead monarch inked on his bicep.

Your voice drops to a whisper as he steps back, hands shaking.

“Marjorie told me of the doll you sewed for her when she was three. She told me of the bread you brought home for her. You were always enough for her.”

You see him swallow thickly, but sense only an empty misery and anger there.

“Even as you sacrificed the life of your only little sister for your selfish desires, she never hated you. She forgave you, Savanis.”

“I said shut up!” He slaps you across the face, snapping your neck to the side violently. Then he grabs your hair and yanks it so that you’re looking at him, his eyes wild with rage, “Your kind has stolen more souls from us than one could count, and yet you have the audacity to mock me while at my mercy? I am not going to stop ruining you, not until you break, and not even then. Beg all you want but I will not stop. Not even when you give in and lower yourself to me!”

“Go ahead!” You scream at the top of your lungs in his face, startling him enough to step back, “No matter how close you think you are to prevailing against His gates, you’ve already lost!!”

The rage is clear in his eyes as he stares you down.

Even as Undidis cracks the whip down on your back and you feel it rip deep into your flesh, pouring more blood down your already scarred skin, you do not look away from the demon standing in front of you.

Despite the difference in your positions, he is the one that looks at you with trepidation swimming in his gaze.

JK walks through the colorless trees of the second ring in the seventh circle, his gaze locked on the ground. The strange images won’t stop, they only ever get worse when he’s looking at anything but the pale dirt beneath him.

Not once has he glanced at the sinners he passed as he stomped his way back through the circles.

Not once has he given a second thought to the words being repeated in his head in a loop, the stupid little pathetic human souls begging him for a chance to ruin themselves.

Not once has he been able to shake the image of you out of his mind.

The terror in your eyes when he left you is burned into his brain.

He wouldn’t think anything of it if the image was paired up with satisfaction and a desire to drag more misery out of you just to see you fall further into despair. But it isn’t. It’s accompanied with nothing but confusion and uncertainty.

“I’d rather live together forever. Wouldn’t you?”

The demon flinches at the soft voice that permeates his mind above all the others, a horrid feeling coming over him like when he sees those images he suddenly can’t escape..

“Live forever? Together?”

The sound of a snapping twig makes him lift his head briefly.

The realization of looking up from the ground hits him too late.

The sight of pale branches and dead leaves sets it off all over again.

Shades of gray blur and morph until a horribly bright green replaces them all, the sound of birds twittering fills his ears, and the warmth of sun caresses his freezing skin.

Laughter surrounds him as he fumbles to a stop in the forest full of so much life and light it’s painful.

The demon glances around uncertainly before reaching shaky hands up to his ears to cover them, squeezing harshly to drown out the voices that seem so familiar and yet so foreign.

For a moment, he thinks maybe he’s mistaken and that he was just summoned by a desperate soul seeking solace in the most perfectly horrid place.

Just as he’s calming himself and taking his hands away from his ears, he stops abruptly after almost running into a large tree.

He flinches back to avoid colliding into it.

As the demon backs up slowly, he runs into something else. He turns to see an old swing hanging from one of the branches of the tree; it’s rocking back and forth slightly due to the force of him running into it.

His hands begin to shake more than they have been since you put those wretched thoughts in his mind.

JK takes a few unsteady steps backwards, tripping over his own feet to get away from the simple structure that’s causing so many confusing and conflicting feelings to crowd into his mind.

Just as he’s about to turn and hurry in the opposite direction, there’s a sound cutting through the rustling leaves and singing bluebirds.

He freezes, his blood curdling at the agonized scream that fills the forest and sucks the air from his lungs.

All at once, the green silky leaves and blue sky are ripped away and he’s back in the seventh circle.

JK slowly turns to face the direction he came from.

The direction where he left you to so easily be caught and tortured until you no longer had that little flame of hope he had always hated to see in you despite his desperate attempts to squash it.

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You stare at the stone floor under you that’s illuminated with a pale red light creeping in from the crack in the corner of the cell.

Every few seconds another ruby droplet falls from your skin and lands on the ground.

Your shoulders have long since been pulled out of place. The tops of your feet rest against the cold floor, unable to bear any weight to ease the pain in your shoulders.

All you can do is continue to count the drips that never fail to fall in the same place, joining the ever growing puddle.

You know they are going to come back in soon and continue where they left off.

Please give me strength.

You blink slowly, almost losing count of the next drop of your blood splashing into the little pool.

The sound of the cell door flying open makes you flinch a little, but you glance in the direction of it anyway.

You don’t see Sav or Undidis coming in to finish the job as you expected.

Your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight of JK being brought into the cell, his arms held roughly by two mangled demons that don’t even try to contain the cackles bubbling from their vile throats.

Terror takes root in your heart when you think he’s been caught and is to be punished in front of you. Only seconds pass before you realize what it is you’re actually seeing.

It isn’t JK.

It’s Jungkook.

You watch in mounting horror as they drag him to the center of the cell.

As far as you can tell, you are no longer chained there. Instead, you are against the wall and watching as they clamp the chains onto his wrists.

“Jungkook?”

The name passes your lips in a breathless whisper, full of horror and confusion.

None of them act as though they’ve heard you, or have seen you at all for that matter. How could they? You are witnessing a moment that has already come to pass.

All you can do is stand there and stare. Your legs will not move as you tell them to, it’s like you’re frozen.

Jungkook’s head hangs low, not looking the demons in the eye as they shriek and hurl vile profanities at him.

A horrible scream rips itself from your throat when without warning they begin to beat and tear at him viciously. Even as you wail in desperation for them to stop, none of them react to your presence.

You can’t even cover your eyes to avoid seeing it.

It feels like it lasts forever until they’re finally stepping away and you can see his beaten and bruised form hanging there numbly, clothes torn and bloody cuts littering his skin.

There isn’t a single sign of pain on his face, it’s as if he is incapable of feeling.

The demon with bulging eyes and no nose laughs maniacally and turns to the other wretch in the room, “The fucker isn’t over the death of his little lover yet.”

Your heart rips in two.

The second demon that has mutilated moldy wings that are no more than stubs and half of its smile stitched with thick black thread, scoffs in twisted amusement, “Give him a few days and he won’t even remember her name.”

The two snort loudly to themselves before leaving the room, the cell door slamming shut behind them.

“Jungkook,” you whimper, still stuck by the wall and at least ten feet from him.

The faraway look in his eyes as he stares at the stone floor makes your heart bleed painfully.

His dirty cheeks covered in blood and grime soon have streaks running down them as silent tears fall.

He doesn’t move, not even when they eventually come in again and proceed to beat him without restraint.

The sobs falling from your lips never cease as you can’t tear your eyes away from it.

The bulging-eyed demon leans down close to where Jungkook’s head dips low, blood dripping from the prisoner’s mouth and nose.

“What was her name again?” The voice is sneering, mocking.

You hear his muttered reply even from where you sit by the wall.

“____.”

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You don’t know how many times they came back, every visit bringing worse torment than the last.

Each time, they would ask the same question.

“What is her name?”

And each time, no matter how weak his voice became, he gave the same reply.

“____.”

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The mangled demon with stubby wings lashed the whip angrily after Jungkook whispered your name for the hundredth time.

You couldn’t bear to see the pained grimace on your best friend’s face as the thin leather strap tore into his naked skin, nor could you stand to hear the gut-wrenching cries that came from him when he was all alone in the dark cell for hours; nothing to occupy his mind but the thought of you.

You’d screamed and pounded on the floor and thrown many fits, but he never saw you. All you could do was sit there and cry with him.

The worst were the times when you could hear him muttering to himself in the silence, talking and laughing breathlessly about flowers and clouds and boats and sweet honey rice cakes. He would whisper about bird songs and rings and sunlight dancing on fingertips.

The stories he told to the quiet to make sure he wouldn’t ever forget you.

“That’s it,” The bug-eyed demon snarled and turned to his companion to whisper something neither you nor Jungkook could hear.

Whatever it was, it prompted the other to unchain Jungkook less than gracefully, ignoring his pained cries at the change in position.

Then they both dragged him carelessly out of the cell.

The next few moments flashed in front of you; the horrible images showing what it was they were doing.

You saw Jungkook refuse to steal souls when ordered to, time and time again. You saw them drag him back to the cell and torture him until he couldn’t even scream anymore from losing his voice.

It continued like that for nearly a hundred years.

The time passed in a flash for you, but for Jungkook every moment felt like a millennia as they found new ways to wrench sounds of affliction from him each time he refused to do their bidding.

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“We’re breaking him.”

The demon in charge of the prisoners’ under the Chamber of Souls scoffed at the lesser creature in front of him.

“He doesn’t look broken to me.”

Jungkook kept his gaze on the floor, counting the tiny cracks running along through the ancient stone.

He didn’t even flinch when a rough hand gripped his chin harshly and pulled to make him look up at them.

“This girl you are so desperate to remember, tell me, what is her name?”

Jungkook blinked a few times but said nothing, his gaze cloudy and uncertain.

Dark chuckles echoed around the cell.

“See? I told you we-”

“Apple…”

Stunned silence fell over the dungeon at the name whispered brokenly, the screams of the other sinners fading into nothingness as the demons stood there and stared at their miserable prize.

“Get me the crank,” the general growled, “You know the one I speak of.”

Scurried footsteps faded into the hall as Jungkook lowered his gaze back to the ground.

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The breath trickled from Jungkook’s lungs as he hung in the cell, his shoulders bruised from where they dislocated again each time he was brought back and rechained.

He blinked slowly, watching the blood drip from him and onto the floor with a tiny splatter.

The cell door creaked loudly but he didn’t move.

Heavy footsteps echoed around the cell as the newcomer approached.

Jungkook said nothing as he was unchained and dragged out of the dungeon.

He said nothing as they brought him to a dark forest where a boy was summoning demons to make a deal with.

He couldn’t even stand on his own, so he crumpled to the ground when they let him go.

Jungkook stared at the young teen eagerly bundling the herbs he would soon toss into the fire.

When asked once more if he would agree to deal with humans, with this boy, he nodded his head slowly in defeat.

As they chained Jungkook back up in his cell, he stared ahead numbly, his body, mind, and will beyond the point of broken.

The next time the demons came in and tortured him while laughing at his agony, he didn’t hold back the screams that were ripped from him.

As Jungkook tried desperately to grasp any form of a thought in his mind, the demon general that just dealt out his torment leaned down and looked him in the eye.

“So you’ve finally agreed to work for him, hm? This will stop then, after you answer one last question.”

Jungkook stared at him blankly, sweat and blood dripping down his face.

“What is her name?”

The demon watched the broken young man blink a few times then look at him in exhausted confusion before whispering weakly due to the suffering endured.

“Who?”

__________

As the ice cold cell once again surrounds you, a grief-stricken sob breaks from your lungs and you begin to weep loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls.

The excruciating pain in your body is no longer what hurts the most. Knowing everything that he went through for so long before breaking under the agony, is more painful than any physical torture they can bring upon you.

You had asked for strength, and in seeing his torment, you got it.

There was nothing that they could do to break you now, not if it meant you giving in would result in his eternal damnation and suffering.

Your heart hurts so deeply you’re not sure it will ever be whole again. The only relief would be if it were to stop beating altogether.

As tears of devastation drip down your sore cheeks, there’s suddenly a warmth that envelops you.

Opening your eyes slowly, you realize you are no longer chained up, but lying on the hard floor of the cell. After a moment of staring at the cell door in confusion, you realize there’s something soft under your head.

Turning ever so slowly, you blink up at the person sitting on the filthy ground of the dungeon whose lap you’re lying on, the entirety of them emits a warm glow.

Your eyes are squinted from the harsh light as you back up a little and raise a hand to wipe at the tears on your face.

When the light fades away, your gaze meets deep brown eyes flecked with gold and full of a love like no other.

A small gasp escapes you and you instantly back away so you can bow low to the ground, forehead touching the frigid concrete.

A gentle touch on your shoulder encourages you to lift your head again.

“I-” your voice cracks and you clear your throat before whispering again, eyes full of unshed tears, “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”

A beautiful smile graces your visitor’s lips as He looks at you tenderly.

“No, child.”

The sound of His deep voice that resonates a soothing regalness fills your ears and the tears instantly creep over the edge and pour down your cheeks.

You move to bow again, laying your head on the ground at His feet while you weep.

“Come to me, ____.”

Not wasting a second, you lift your head and shuffle towards Him. There isn’t a single hesitation before you fall into His open arms, letting yourself be cradled closely.

You bury your nose into the beige tunic He wears, breathing in the smell of wild flowers and crystal rain before another round of sobbing ensues.

Strong hands caress the top of your head and shoulders.

“Tell me everything,” He whispers gently, voice full of warmth and comfort.

Even as you bawl messily, you let everything out. Everything that has happened since you crossed into Hell, every moment of fear for the one you came to save; fear that he would not choose to listen. How he left you alone after you tried to remind him of who he once was. You tell Him of all the horrible things the demons did to you and how wretched it was to see what your best friend had gone through.

You are never interrupted, fully encouraged to say anything and everything that has weighed you down and how you feel as though all of this has been for nothing.

When you have finally exhausted yourself and cried until no more tears will come, you feel something else.

An agony so deep and so visceral that you feel what you have endured up till this pales in comparison.

You lift your gaze to see tears pouring down His cheeks.

In your mind you see all of the souls throughout Hell and on Earth that are yet to come to this vile place, the horrid grief that strikes your heart is unbearable.

You see Jungkook being beaten unforgivingly, then you see him prowling the Earth for souls to ruin, to share in his misery. The boy that was once full of so much life and kindness and love was gone, replaced with something so wicked and so full of hate that you barely recognize him.

As you watch the souls choose to fall across the world, the sound of His ethereal voice breaks through the fog and heartbreak.

“No suffering united with Mine will ever be wasted.”

When your vision clears and you once again see the deep sadness in His eyes, you lurch forward and wrap your arms around Him; if only to try and ease the pain of loss He endures every moment.

A gentle hand touches your torn wings and a comfort sweeps over you. No words are needed as you feel a new strength surge through you briefly before the exhaustion once again takes hold.

You breathe shakily as you try to regain yourself, knowing that if you asked, you would be taken from here. But you will not give up.

Nagging little worries are still running through your mind though; What if JK refuses to listen and wants nothing to do with you anymore?

Despite how angry he was when he left you, there was a flicker of hope that remained deep inside, that he would come back. You’re ashamed to admit that now you’re afraid he’ll actually leave you here to rot and continue with his wretched duties.

“Do not be afraid.”

Nodding, you close your eyes and breathe in deeply.

When you open them again, the room is empty, the sound of you blowing out your breath the only thing you hear.

Your hands are once again chained above you, pulling your shoulders out of place slowly.

A loud clang rings out as the metal bars of the cell are flung open then the pitter pattering of bare feet is heard, nasty chuckles not far behind.

Your limited vision is taken from you completely when slimy hands wrap a rough cloth around your eyes.

Do not be afraid.

____________________________

JK gulps, his dry throat making it hard to swallow.

He’s standing in the seventh circle and looking down the path he walked to get here; the path that leads back to you.

The one that deceived him.

You preached about being honest and yet you lied to him about the reality of who you are. Of what you are.

Granted, if he knew at the beginning, he wouldn’t have given you so much as a second to talk before unleashing his pent up rage against your kind.

And yet.

Something is pulling at him, urging him to go back.

Maybe it’s the curiosity of wanting to know why you came here, why you did what you did.

Or maybe it’s something else.

“Fuck.”

If he goes back…he will pay for it for the rest of eternity.

…

JK closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

After a few moments, he opens them again and starts walking back down the path.

_______

When he gets to the barren wasteland and sees the smaller mountain by itself in the middle of it, his stomach turns.

It might not have been you.

It could’ve been any sinner at the hands of his fellow demons. He’s heard many sounds of torment in his time.

But never has one struck him as that one did.

The demon shakes his head and starts walking again, eyes focused on the lone mountain in the distance.

You probably won’t even be there, you must have gone to get the Flame yourself and just wanted to scare him off. That has to be it. You wanted him to leave, so that you could continue on your own and not have to live up to your end of the deal.

The explanation makes perfect sense and he’s almost angry for a minute that he fell for it. But the pit in his stomach leads him to believe otherwise.

As he walks up to the mountain, the snake vines becoming clearer with each step, something else makes him freeze.

The echo of someone crying; horrible gut-wrenching anguish falling from their lips.

His jaw clenches at the sound when it becomes obvious who it is.

It makes no sense to him why he’s suddenly filled with an uncontrollable rage at the thought of someone hurting you.

JK grabs the snake wrapped around the handle of the back door you two went in and tears it off, tossing it to the ground and throwing the door open before stalking down the dark hall.

He doesn’t stop until he gets to the Chamber of Souls, where he halts briefly when he sees the shattered glass on the floor, a stone lying haphazardly in the midst of it. The darkened souls where the glass used to be continue to float there, undisturbed.

JK looks around but sees no one. The only other indication that something happened here is the ghostly feeling of past terror still clinging to the air.

He turns his head and sees the alcove. Without hesitation, the demon walks over to it and yanks it open, proceeding to walk down the stairs and into the thick blackness.

The high-pitched screams coming from each cell are enough to disorient anyone, but JK continues to walk down the hall, unfazed.

He only stops when someone going the opposite direction runs into him and stumbles back in surprise. JK raises a brow, having not moved a centimeter at the collision.

The short beady-eyed demon in front of him- whose name escaped JK for a moment but he quickly remembers it as Ekel- snarls to cover up his startlement, “Aren’t you meant to be getting punished for not meeting the quota?”

“Where is she?”

Ekel cackles, but it’s drowned out by the tortured howls around them.

“Are you serious? You’re the one that sent her here and now you’re here to rescue her? I wonder what the punishment is for a demon letting an angel go,” he muses in wicked delight at the thought.

The black-haired demon leans down to get level with him, snatching his wrist so fast Ekel doesn’t have a moment to think and squeezing it until there’s the sound of bones cracking and the miserable twerp is squealing.

JK drags him closer, not letting up on the grip he has as he whispers in his ear, “I wonder what I’ll do to you when I catch you again with plenty of time on my hands. You do know the ranks here, don’t you?”

He gets no response but silence, so he keeps going.

“I will wrench every single cry out of you that I can and I will not stop until you are unrecognizable to even yourself. Tell me where she is.”

Ekel gulps, then cries out again when JK pinches his wrist harder, “She’s at the end of the hall! But I- I didn’t do anything to her, it was Sav and Undidis, who don’t do well with their prizes being messed with. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he spits.

JK narrows his eyes at the lower demon, “Spread this to anyone and I will rip you to shreds. Do you understand?”

Ekel nods, then growls in pain when his wrist is freed.

Before he can move to get away, JK stops him with a warning grip on the arm, “And if you do happen to blab, be sure to tell Sav that if he ever shows up in front of me, he will wish he never came to exist.”

When he’s released, Ekel doesn’t hesitate to run away down the corridor, getting as far from his superior as he can.

JK straightens and stalks down to the end of the hall.

To the left, the cell is empty.

When he turns to the right, it feels like a rock is lodged into his throat at the sight that meets him.

He brushes a hand over the giant padlock and it clatters to the ground in several pieces, then he pushes the barred door open, the loud squeak echoing off the walls.

You don’t flinch at the sound.

As he steps into the cell, the putrid smell of every second of torture dealt throughout time here hits his nose and he grimaces. The metallic scent of blood is thick in the air.

The closer he gets to your form hanging in the middle of the cell, he realizes that you are not conscious.

His eyes drag over you slowly, taking in the horror you’ve been put through since he left you. Since he delivered you right into their eager hands.

The simple white dress you wore when first coming here is in shreds; your body is practically naked and covered in deep gashes from all sorts of cruel instruments. There’s a ratty brown piece of cloth tied over your eyes as a makeshift blindfold to keep you from seeing what was coming next, to heighten the sense of pain when your vision was impaired.

Your wrists are chained above you; keeping you high enough so that your feet touch the floor but are unable to hold any weight, especially since the untold violence wrought on you has left you incapable of doing anything but hanging in defeat as your shoulders are pulled out of place from the pressure.

The dainty wings on your back that were once white are now covered in bright red blood and torn through in several places. The bottom half of your left wing is missing entirely.

JK reaches a hand out to carefully brush the hair from your dirty face.

“Apple,” he whispers, unsure what else to call you.

You don’t respond.

The demon swallows thickly, then he moves a hand behind your head to untie the blindfold. It falls to the floor and he’s met with the bruises and cuts littered along your cheeks and dark circles coated in flakey blood under your eyes. He puts an arm around your waist, holding you against him, then reaches up to touch the rusted cuffs holding you captive. They turn to dust instantly, the weight of your limp body is immediately supported by his hold as you let out a quiet moan at the pain in your shoulders from changing positions.

He lowers you to the ground slowly, lying you on your right side as gently as he can.

The minute he has you safely on the floor, JK brings his hand down to your ankles and rids you of the shackles there before reaching behind you and doing the same to the iron binds around your mutilated wings.

He grimaces at the sight of blood still oozing from the left wing that was cut in half. Then he forces himself not to linger on all the injuries across your once soft skin as he looks back at your face.

You’ve made no indication that you know it’s him or that anyone is with you at all.

JK leans over and moves the hair from your face, voice getting caught in his throat before he clears it and tries again.

“Apple.”

Your face scrunches a little in pain, then you slowly blink your eyes open to see a blurry face in front of you.

He hushes you quietly when you flinch and close your eyes, “It’s me. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

You don’t open your eyes but he sees a small tear slide down your cheek.

“Demons don’t make promises,” the soft whisper of your voice breaks, “Only deals.”

His eyes drift over your bloody face, the silence following your words is deafening.

After a moment, he takes a shaky breath in and blows it out.

“They won’t be gone long, I need to get you out of here.”

At your lack of response he gently touches your cheek, only to find that you’ve lost consciousness again.

JK sighs softly, then he places a hand on each of your shoulders where the skin is discolored. At his touch, the distorted joints move back into place, but the bruising doesn’t go away. He leans back to pull the silk top shirt off of himself, leaving only the short sleeved one on. He ever so gently drapes the smooth black fabric over your front, protecting the sake of your modesty best as he can.

Then he puts his arms underneath you and stands, effortlessly picking you up and cradling you in his hold before turning and walking out of the prison cell.

He walks all the way down the hall and up the stairs without stopping.

Your wings hang loosely as he goes, still bleeding. They leave a trail of splattered scarlet drops behind the two of you.

When he steps out of the mountain and into the red light, he sees your eyes scrunch unconsciously due to the lack of anything other than darkness for a while. You move your head to the side a little to hide in his chest and block the painful brightness.

He adjusts you in his arms before starting on the long trek ahead.

___________________

You walked along the ancient stone pavement that curved around a particularly puffy cloud. When you rounded the cloud, you could see marble pavilions covered in green ivy and ivory flowers just ahead.

“Well if it isn’t the newest treasure! Hi ____!”

“Oh, hello Leon!” You smiled and waved at the angel that flew up to you excitedly. You had met him shortly after arriving and he was as friendly as could be.

“Where are you off to?”

“Imelda has called me to speak with them.”

Leon smiled comfortingly, “This is about Jungkook, isn’t it?”

“I’m guessing so,” you whispered, a little on edge to find out what exactly happened after your death. It hadn’t even been a day since you arrived, which meant it had still only been three days after your death on Earth.

The angel patted your shoulder, changing the subject a bit to calm you.

“You’d get there faster if you flew!”

You laughed nervously and glanced back at the slender wings resting behind you that matched his own apart from his being larger.

As a child, you always dreamt of flying with the clouds and the birds. It suddenly seemed a bit daunting, especially seeing all the other angels flying to and fro with an elegance and grace unmatched. The one time you tried earlier you had crashed right into one of the honeysuckle bushes and had to get help from a passing angel to get out.

Thankfully they were the only one to see you. It also helped a bit that angels are not like people and have no reason to mock.

Leon could tell by the look on your face what you were thinking.

“____.”

You looked back at him.

“Imelda would not have asked you to make the choice if you were not meant to. You belong here, you know that right?”

A genuine smile broke out on your face and you nodded.

As worried as you were about messing up, there was never a place you felt more at home. There was no doubt in your mind or heart that this place was where you would always belong. You couldn’t wait to share it with your best friend.

“Good!” The pretty angel giggled and patted you on the head sweetly, “I’ll see you around! You’ve got this.”

You waved as he flew away; looking completely natural among the clouds lined with a slight hint of silver and gold.

Of course, Leon had been an angel since the beginning, he could never look out of place.

You walked up the steps to the third pavilion to see your guardian angel Imelda, who had told you her name shortly after you came through the gates. She was speaking with Him.

Imelda was sitting on one of the many pillows strewn across the shimmering floor, adorned in her usual delicately armored gown, the sword safe at her side.

He sat on one of the rose gold benches lined with small white flowers, your guardian angel at His feet. Golden and purple robes flowed around Him, white hair and a white beard making His striking violet eyes flecked with silver stand out even more than usual.

Bringing yourself to a low genuflect, you bowed your head respectfully.

When you straightened, you were met with smiling eyes that held an ancient wisdom and a wonderful warmth filled you to the brim.

“____.”

You inclined your head again.

“We have much to discuss, I am afraid it is not positive in nature.” His voice was deep, the oceans couldn't even dream to compare.

You nodded, already having assumed as much.

He gestured a hand out for you to take a seat amongst the pillows so that you would be comfortable rather than standing for long.

Quickly you moved to a plush pink pillow, a little too quickly you realized, when it slid a bit with you on it and a small yelp left your lips in surprise.

Fond chuckles floated from the two you came to meet and you felt your cheeks burn. It was nice to make someone laugh when they were not harboring any malicious intent towards you.

The air turned serious soon after, the news that was to be shared hanging in the air.

“It’s about Jungkook…?” You whispered.

“Yes.”

You closed your eyes and gulped, “He’s taken my death even worse than I thought…hasn’t he?”

The silence that stretched on made a pit form in your stomach before you glanced up to look at them. Of course, you couldn’t be happier after death, you would never ever want to go back to that place, as beautiful as Earth was on its own, it couldn’t compare. You knew though, that poor Jungkook would not be feeling the same right then.

He was opening His mouth to speak when there was a horrible sound of sobbing that ripped through the air.

A sound of such anguish was not normal here, it made the hairs stand up on your arms as you looked around to locate the source.

It was coming from an angel, a guardian by the look of his baby blue wings and tunic. All of the guardians and the unborn children were a different color. The other angels, including you, were white; apart from a select few.

But why was this guardian angel crying?

“Abba!”

The angel boy flew into the pavilion and landed with a harsh crash to the marble floor at His feet.

“Nehemiah.”

You watched in confusion and a deep sadness as the angel who He called by name began to sob harder and clutch at His robes while sobbing into His knee. It looked like a child weeping on their parent’s lap after waking from a night terror.

Nehemiah looked no older than fifteen; his chin-length wavy blonde hair contributing to making him look quite youthful despite all the ages of the universe he had witnessed thus far.

“Abba! I- I lost him!” Nehemiah choked on another sob, his pretty face covered in shiny tears and pale cheeks unnaturally blotchy as he hugged His knee.

You looked at Imelda, who was holding back tears of her own as she watched Him comfort the weeping angel.

“You did well, Nehemiah. You did well.”

You could hear His deep soothing voice through the fog of horror beginning to cloud your mind.

When Imelda looked at you, you could see it in her eyes.

You stood, chest rising and falling in short panicky breaths.

Nehemiah turned at the movement and saw you, a quick flash of recognition in his eyes, then he quickly broke down into more gut-wrenching sobs. You had never, never in all your life on Earth, heard the sound of such heartbreak.

Your eyes drifted to Him and you saw a tear falling down His soft cheek.

“No,” you mumbled, shaking your head slowly, “No.”

It was a desperate plea for them to tell you that it was not what you feared.

You died. You were always meant to be the one that died too young. Jungkook was alive. He was down there and needed you to go soothe him, that’s all. That’s why they brought you here, to tell you he was in need of comfort and that you could give it to him.

But when you looked at the blue angel once again, you knew it wasn’t true.

If everything was okay, he would not be here without him…

You walked over and fell to your knees, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s guardian angel and holding him tight. He was shaking like a leaf as he hugged you back just as tight, “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed mournfully.

You stroked his hair softly with shaking hands, silent tears falling down your face.

“What do you mean, he made a deal?”

Your voice was quiet, eyes red and tender from crying.

Imelda was the only one still with you in the pavilion.

“In exchange for your health, Jungkook summoned a demon…he was visited by Lucifer himself.”

You knew of who she spoke.

After coming here, everything became clear. The history of the angels and demons, of the universe itself; it all became known to you.

“When?” Your voice broke in disbelief. You knew nothing of this summoning or this deal making that he had done.

Then it suddenly hit you.

“The Flame of Immortality…he wanted it,” you whispered in horror, “When he left after we were married. That’s where he went, isn’t it?”

Imelda nodded solemnly, “That is what he left for, it is not what he got.”

“But- but how? Why was it allowed to happen, why-”

“Nehemiah did the best he could,” Imelda’s voice was thick with grief, “His first choice was to love Jungkook, as mine was to love you. He spent Jungkook’s entire existence protecting him and comforting him, even during the deal. He urged Jungkook not to do it, but he was not heeded. There was only so much he could do when Jungkook had a choice.”

Tears fell down your cheeks.

“Why didn’t he come to me?” You choked on your next breath, a hand moving to your chest in an effort to keep the air going in and out, “Why didn’t he come to me and tell me everything?”

“If he had…there was certainly something we would’ve been able to do. If he wanted help, we would have freely given even more of it than we already were. Jungkook was too far into despair and wanted what seemed to be the easy answer, he didn’t want to listen to Nehemiah’s warnings. He gave his life for you, but not in the way it should’ve ever been. Nehemiah stood by him, though, even in his last moments.”

“Where is he?” Your voice shook.

“Jungkook died three days after you. He has been taken to Hell to uphold his end of the bargain.”

You closed your eyes slowly, hands trembling.

“How do we get him back?” You choked out.

When she said nothing, you looked at her.

“Imelda, please. I know nothing is impossible for Him. Tell me how we can save Jungkook.”

“We can do nothing right now-”

“But-”

“Jungkook made a choice, he made a deal. But he was tricked into it without much knowledge and in the desire to do good for someone he loved. Lucifer cannot win when love and self-sacrifice is involved. He wants nothing to do with it.”

Your guardian angel took your hands and pulled you up from the pillow you were still sitting on.

“For that reason alone, the deal can be revoked. But it comes at the highest price and only at a certain time.”

“When? When can I save him? I will go now,” you began to cry harder, “I will go and I will take him from there, please tell me how Imelda.”

Her green eyes glistened with tears.

“The deal can only be broken for a condemned soul every five hundred years.”

You felt your heart stop in your chest and you choked back a sob.

“He made a deal with the Devil, ____. A deal that would have sealed his eternal damnation had it been for his own selfishness. We are lucky he made it out of unconditional love for you, we are lucky that we can save him.”

You nodded, wiping at your eyes frantically to clear them of the never-ending deluge.

“Then when the time comes, I will go to Hell and I will save him,” your voice shook, “What is the price? Whatever it is, I will pay it. I’m not afraid.”

A single tear fell from Imelda’s eye as she looked down at you, a hidden pain in her gaze.

“The same price that Jungkook paid,” she whispered, “A life for a life.”

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daddy daughter time

summary: you and sarija dont feel to good so jack takes jadore out to a daddy daughter date.

“jack are you sure yall going to be okay on your own?”

“yes baby, i have extra snacks, drinks, toys, blankets, and stuff animals.”

“okay babe, if you need anything call me uhm if anything happens come straight ho-“

“baby you worry too much, i got this please calm down.”

“fine.. i love you.” “i love you more and take your medicine and make sure sarija takes it to babe.”

“i definitely know how to take care of us, bye babe.”

jack walked out the room after kissing your forehead and kissing sarija’s cheek.

“you ready to go jadore?” “yes daddy!” “ok, now when we go you have to listen to daddy ok? if i tell you no that means no or you can get hurt, understand sweet girl?”

“yes daddy!”

“ok now you remember the rules right?” “yup” “alright lets go baby.”

jack took jadore by the hand and started bringing her to the car.

jack placed her into the carseat and started making his way to the trunk to place the rest of her things.

you just decided to take a nap while you could being as though sarija was sleeping and you knew she would be up soon.

jack had just pulled out of the driveway and jadore was asking to listen to his music.

you hated when sarija or jadore listened to his music because it was ‘to inappropriate’ for them at there age.

jack being the chiller parent would let them whenever you weren’t around.

jack put on his playlist of his music and the first song that cane on was I wanna see some ass.

jack usually wouldn’t mind them listening but he felt you would find out because jadore had a habit of mumbling whatever song was in her mind.

jack switch the song to sundown knowing it was one of her favorites.

jack and jadore got to the park and jadore played while jack pushed her on the swings, caught her at the end of the slide and watched over her.

jadore played for 30 minutes before she ran to jack saying she was hungry.

jack got her a snack and put her back into the car so they could go to the restaurant.

“daddy!!” “yes baby?” “can i listen to your music again?” “not right now baby.”

jadore let out a huff and kicked her feet while jack looked at her in his rearview mirror.

“jadore tovi, stop.”

jadore looked at jack and started to cry while kicking her feet.

jack sighed and went to call you.

sarija had woken up around 10 minutes ago so you were feeding her when jack called.

“hi baby.” “hi, is that jadore screaming like that?”

“the one and only.”

“put me on speaker.”

jack put you on speaker and you started to talk to jadore.

“jadore tovi harlow, you cannot be screaming just because daddy told you no, you have rules follow them or your coming home. understand?”

you heard her sniff before she answered you. “yes mommy..”

“thank you baby.”

“you’re welcome jackie, text me before you get home so i can have jadore things ready for a nap or bed.”

“alright, i love you.”

“i love you more, i’m still on speaker right?” “yea”

“i love you jadore!”

“i love you to mommy!” giggled as jack hung up the phone.

“after we get some food where do you want to go dore?”

“home! i miss mommy and sissy!”

“alright baby.”

sarija was only two months but jadore already loved her with her whole heart.

jack texted you and let you know after they left the restaurant the would be coming back home.

it was only 4:30, you thought they would be out basically until jadores bedtime, you knew you weren’t going anywhere after this so you decided to get out jadores pajamas anyway.

it was 5:24 when jadore and jack pulled up at home.

you went to your room trying to avoid jadore as to not get her sick when you heard the door opening.

jack walked in and was bringing jadore to her room when he got a text from you.

you- brush her teeth, give her a bath, then put her in her pajamas. shes not going to sleep right now but its to make it easier for later tonight.

stinka💕- i got you baby.

jack did exactly what he was told and after it was jadores nap time anyway, he put her in the bed and kissed her forehead and went to your room.

he walked in to see saija being feed and you slightly sitting up with your eyes barely open.

“do you want me to bottle feed her my love?”

you shook your head yes and jack walked over and took her from you.

“thanks jack.”

“of course, go to bed baby. i got it.”

you rolled over on your stomach after fixing your t-shirt and started to drift off to sleep.

after around twenty minutes jack came back with a sleeping sarija baby in one hand and two bottles in the other.

jack put sarija in her bassinet next to your side of the bed and walked over to his side.

jack came over and cuddled up on you but you pushed him off.

“i dont want to get you sick babe..”

“if anything im already going to get sick because i’ve been around sarija all day, i dont mind baby.”

jack gave you a kiss on the cheek before coming back to cuddle you.

“jackie..”

“shh, go to bed mamas. i know your tired..”

jack rubbed your hip up and down and pushed you into him.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x you #dad! jack

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sleepy3012 · 6 months ago

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A Hello Neighbor Au: I'm a bad girl?

Summary: Maritza joins the cult for a reason.

(Sorry 4 the bad grammer😔)

Suggested by: @cacciocavalloblu

The present: ......."Its dark, cold, and I hear the police arive at the scene of the murder...I watch from behind a tree as they take Mr. Peterson's body away....what have I done"

Three Days ago: I walk down the school halls wanting to go home but can't. As I get to the water fountain I hear my name being called from the anoucement intercon.

"Maritza Espacito please report to my office IDMEDATLY" 'It was Principal Abanate, But why would she call me to her office?' I think to myself.

On my way to her office random thoughts come inside my head 'What did I do? Did she find out I punched delroy...No that was a joke, Or that i threw my lunch at Finch beacuse she was bullying Nicky again? Or maybe she knows about how a fought with Trinity for putting my brother in Danger?'

Whatever it was I felt my heart racing as fast as a racing car. When I finally got to Abanate's office...I take a deep breath...and walk in.

"Oh...why hello Maritza...here take a seat" she says to me with a warm smile but somewhere in my mind tells me thats not a real smile.

"So? Why am I here Mrs. Abanate.. whatever it is I didnt do it." I say as my hands start to shake, 'God i hate when this happens' I think to myself.

Mrs. Abanate just sits there for a minute then stands up to walk around me in circles which starts to make me Even MORE nervous then....she stops and whsipers to me....

"Your a Dirty.Nasty.Evil.Rat" she says in the most meanest way possible.

I think to myself 'DID I JUST HEAR HER SAY WHAT I THINK SHE SAID?'

"W...wha-?" I say as the words spin around my head.

"Yes...you heard me, you are a evil rat...your a bad girl Maritza and you know it...Dont you?

I dont respond to her

She raises her voice "Anwser ME young lady tell me weatheir not you Know that you are a BAD person."

"I ...I....I DONT KNOW?!" I say in fear

I feel my anger and giult raise in me I really feel like punching her but that will just make things more worst.

"Oh....But you do know...your a nasty little girl who just acts brave towards others.

"NO!" I scream "YOU DONT KNOW THAT, YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT M-" I was then cut off by Mrs. Abanate.

"Maritza I know alot about you...All you do is betray and betray...to keep your parents safe...and your brother...you do it to keep him safe dont you?" She says in a soft tone.

"But-" I dont get a chance to finish

"No Buts...you know your a bad person..a bad girl...and you little friends might figure thar out soon..wont they..arnt you tried of your little friend Trinity of dragging your brother into stuff?" She says.

I start to remember what Trinity did to my brother...she almost had gotten him killed!

"Y...yeah...I i'm tired..of that." I say in deafet.

"Then join me and the rest of our cult...then you can protect...the people you care about..and you will never have to worry about trinity dragging your brother into any of our dangers...what do you think?" She says in a convicing voice

I start to Think, what if I do join them..what its a trick and they will betray me like I betrayed my friends...But if I dont join them...then..will I still be a bad person? A bad girl?

"Soo? Do we have a deal" Mrs. Abanate says with a smile.

I sigh and hope I'm making the right desesion..I think to myself 'For Enzo and me....I will never have to be a bad person anymore....

"I....Its a deal" I say.

Back to the present: Now i'm here watching and remembering how I had use the powers Crow face gave me to get that black book from Mr. Peterson...I sit there and watch him bleed out because of how angry I was at him...Because of what He did to Lucy...and Mya.

I make it to the cab and give Mrs. Abanate the black book as I feel her pat me on my head saying

"Good Girl Maritza~"

#hello neighbor #welcome to raven brooks #Principal Abanate #maritza esposito #manipulation

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elidoesntbreathwee · 2 years ago

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Chrissy and Eddie being alive and happy and best friends :)

// CW! descriptions of ED //

Eddie had seen Chrissy around school a fair amount of times, and of course at the middle school talent show, but if he was honest, he would have never guessed what she was really like. He kinda thought she'd be mean and scary, like a stereotypical popular cheerleader, and then he met her in the woods one day.

She was way cooler than Eddie had thought she'd be. She laughed at his jokes and made some good ones herself. She'd come there for a reason, though, so Eddie delivered, of course, but he and Chrissy had gotten more out of it than they thought they would.

Chrissy wanted something stronger than Eddie had on him though, so Eddie just decided to take her to his and his uncle's trailer. He got her what she wanted, she payed, then left. Eddie thought that'd be the last time he would talk to Chrissy, but he was most certainly wrong.

Only a week or so later, Eddie had run into Chrissy again, not in the woods or anything, in a much more normal place, with less suspicious activity. Eddie was making his way back to his trailer after getting some soda form a corner store, when he saw Chrissy a little bit ahead of him. He didn't think to walk up to her, since he usually never talked to his costumers again, unless they wanted more of the good stuff, but Chrissy turned around at just the right moment and smiled brightly. She jogged over to him cheerfully.

"Eddie! Hi, how are you?!" She said, still smiling.

"Hey Chrissy," Eddie smiled. "I've been good, actually. Did the stuff help you?"

Chrissy looked lost for a moment, then realized what he meant.

"Oh! Yeah, I guess a little."

"Glad it helped"

"Do you... i dont know. Do you want to talk at like, a coffee shop?"

"Uhh, sure. Why not."

Chrissy led Eddie to her favorite coffee shop in town, called Café Java, where she visited semi-regularly, to the point that a few of the employees knew who she was. Chrissy ordered a vanilla latte, and Eddie, after trying his best to understand what all the different types were, chose an americano, because he panicked.

They talked for a while, and somehow they'd been talking for 3 hours. When Eddie realized this he remembered that his soda was probably now warm. He told Chrissy that he needed to take them home, and that they should hang out again soon.

He ran home and put his soda in the fridge :)

The next night, Eddie had been up trying to write a song, when he heard a knock on the trailer's door. Wayne had work that night, so it couldn't have been him, so Eddie was curious. He set down his pen and went to open the door.

"Hey" Chrissy said, with a worried smile on her face, and did a small wave.

"Chrissy? Is everything ok?"

"Yeah... I just... I just got scared I guess, and I didn't know where to go."

"Don't you have a boyfriend you could go to?"

"He... doesn't understand. It's complicated, but, he gets upset... I guess... so I don't really want to go to him." Chrissy was fidgeting with the zipper on her jacket, the same way Eddie messed with his rings when he was nervous.

"Oh. Well, come on in, make yourself comfy, and I'll getcha some water, alright." Eddie smile as Chrissy walked in and sat on the couch in the middle of their living room.

"Do you wanna talk about why ya got scared?" He said as he handed her a glass of water, then sat next to her.

"I dont know... you'd probably think I was insane..."

"Hey, no matter what it is, I won't think that, but if you really don't wanna tell me, you don't have to. We can talk about something else?" Eddie patted Chrissy's shoulder, hoping she got the non-verbal message that he was here for her.

"No, I- uh, I need to get it off my chest." she took a deep breath, then let it out. "Sometimes I get... visions, i guess, of my mom and she's screaming at me, telling me that I..." Chrissy bit her lip, trying to stop herself from crying, but failed. Eddie put his arm around her to comfort her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to cry in front of you"

"Hey, its ok, Chrissy, you dont have to worry. Y'need more water?"

"No- no thank you, im alright." Chrissy sniffled.

"Alright."

"So um, she says that, um.. basically she yells at me about how Im... ugly, and that I shouldn't be eating as much as i do... but" she glanced at Eddie to make sure he didn't look angry. "but i really only eat two (2) small meals and she's still not happy... and my dad" Chrissy started sobbing. Between sobs she got out "My dad just sits there like nothing's even happening, like he doesn't even care"

Eddie hugged her tightly for a while, until she her breathing was more regular, and she had stopped crying. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye "Chrissy, you're probably the prettiest girl in the entire school, and if your parents can't even see that, then they're full of shit. I know I can't just fix all the damage that's been done, but I wanna help you, because you're my friend, Chrissy, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

Chrissy was silent for a moment, then she hugged Eddie again "Thank you so much. You dont know how much it means to me that- that you'd be there for me."

"Hey, are ya hungry?" Eddie said, pulling out of the hug.

"... Mhm." Chrissy nodded

"Welp," Eddie stood up "We dont have a lot, but uh, we've prolly got some spaghetti, if ya like that?"

Chrissy laughed "Yeah! Yeah, that'd be great!"

Chrissy ended up staying over the whole night. They had talked more and Eddie brought out his cards and taught her how to play Palace, then they just messed around. If you asked either of them what happened the rest of the night, they wouldn't have known. They had just been there.

After that they had hung out anytime they could, whether it was going to a café, or seeing a movie. Sometimes Chrissy sat by and watched Hellfire, and Eddie would watch her cheer practice. One day, though, someone found out about it all, and was not happy.

"WHY ARE YOU HANGING AROUND THIS LOW LIFE? HE'S JUST GONNA HURT YOU!"

"Jason! He- he's not like that, you're wrong about him! He's a good person and he'd never hurt me!" Chrissy insisted.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK! IT'S WHAT HE WANTS YOU TO THINK SO YOU'LL HANG OUT WITH HIM AND THEN HE'LL HURT YOU! Listen, Chrissy, I just dont want you to get hurt." Jason put his hands on his shoulders.

"And I wont! He wont hurt me."

"Chri-"

"HE WONT!" That was the first time Chrissy had ever raised her voice at Jason Carver, her boyfriend. On the other hand, Jason yelling at her was becoming more and more common.

"Listen, Chrissy. You can hang out with him, but if you choose to do that, we're done."

"Jason, you aren't serious, right?" Chrissy moved back from him.

"No! I'm very serious! Eddie's some low life prick, and you're hanging out with him more that you're hanging out with me! So either you stop going near him, or you stay away from me."

"... ok then." Chrissy started walking away.

"Where are you going?!" Jason started walking after her

Chrissy turned around "You said it was you or Eddie, i choose him. He doesn't yell at me, and he actually cares about what i think. So goodbye, Jason. Were over."

And that was the end of it. Chrissy later found out from talking to people about it, that especially near the end, their relationship sounded pretty toxic, and it was good that she broke it off before it could get wore.

Chrissy went to find Eddie as quick as possible, because although she seemed confident on the outside, she was a wreck on the in side.

"Eddie, I broke up with him" Chrissy said, standing in Eddie's doorway, once again.

"Come'ere." Chrissy hugged Eddie tightly, then after a few moments, Eddie led Chrissy to the couch, and they talked about it until it was morning again.

One day, the two (2) of them had decided to have a movie marathon night, so they went to Family Video. Eddie was about to walk in, when he looked up and saw *him*. Eddie walked away from the door

"Where are you going?" Chrissy asked

"What do you mean? I'm not going anywhere." Eddie said, stoping in his tracks.

Chrissy looked in through the door "Is it her? Do... you like her?"

"Uhhh, something like that, sure"

"Oh?" Chrissy stared for a moment "She is pretty."

"Robin? I mean, yeah, she is." Eddie smiled awkwardly, not wanting to seem like he was lying. Unfortunately for him, Chrissy could tell that this wasn't about Robin.

"Come on, Eddie, we're friends! You can tell me." Chrissy smiled. "But, you don't have to if you don't want to"

"mMMmmmerg auhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Eddie said, sounding intelligent (sarcasm lmao). "mmm... Ok, I just- yeah, It's not about Robin. Let's just find some movies to watch though. That cool?" Eddie had started to fidget with his rings.

"Yeah, that's cool." Chrissy smiled as Eddie opened the door for her to walk in.

Robin greeted them from the counter, before going back to the book she was reading.

They looked around for a while and each found 2 movies.

"You ready to check out?" Eddie said once he and Chrissy had met back in their meeting spot (the romcom section)

"Yup! What'd you get?"

"E.T. and Back To The Future. 'M just in the mood for sci-fi. How 'bout you?" Eddie pointed at the tapes in Chrissy's hands

"Well, I got The Wizard of Oz, because it used to be my favorite, and I got Heathers!" Chrissy smiled big. "I'm so excited!"

When they got to the front desk (AN which was like 10 steps away im so silly :p) Eddie tried to avoid eye contact, furthering Chrissy's suspicion that he definitely liked someone behind that desk.

"Hey Eddie." Steve smiled "Dustin said he had fun last night..." Steve said awkwardly, since he didn't usually talk to Eddie when he picked the kids up from Hellfire.

"Hey. Glad he did..." Eddie said, equally awkwardly.

There was awkward silence while Steve was doing his thing (AN idk how to rent movies so ur just gonna deal with poor descriptions) and when he handed Eddie his tapes, his hand lingered for just a moment too long, their hands touching.

"Uh... Sinclair won his game, right?" Eddie had seen Dustin, Mike, and Erica run up to Lucas the night before, asking him questions about the game. Eddie had seen them jumping so he assumed Lucas had won.

"Yeah, he did! Super proud of the kid." Steve smiled "He made the winning shot, too!" Ever since Lucas had made the winning shot for the Championship game, he hadn't been on the bench in a while, and he'd been winning a lot of games too.

"No way! Guess I can't be that mad at him for missing Hellfire then." Steve and Eddie both chuckled "Well, uh, we gotta watch these." He looked at Chrissy, who had been rather quiet through Steve and Eddie's awkward interaction

"Chrissy?" Eddie waved his hand in front of her face

"Huh! Oh, sorry." Chrissy's face went red "See you guys" Chrissy smiled at Steve and Robin

As the two (2) were heading out the door, Eddie nudged Chrissy

"What?" Chrissy said

"Come ooon, you're face was bright red!" Eddie argued

"You startled me and I was embarrassed!" Chrissy laughed, knowing it wasn't the full truth "Besides, who cares what my face looked like: 'Glad he did, Steve' 'Sinclair won his game, right, Steve' 'Wow! Really, Steve!'"

"Ok!" Chrissy laughed. "First of all, that wasn't how the conversation went, and second, it was just a friendly conversation!" Eddie defended

"Sureee" Chrissy smiled slyly

"Yeah, yeah, smile all ya want." Eddie nudged Chrissy playfully, and she nudged him back. They kept on walking to Eddie's trailer to watch their movies.

Chrissy and Eddie had been watching their movies for about three (3) hours, and had watched E.T. and when an hour through The Wizard of Oz, but Eddie hadn't been paying very much attention.

He and Chrissy had been friends for a while, and they had gotten to know each other really well, but there was always something that Eddie kept from her. He'd planed on telling her eventually, it just wasn't something that everyone took kindly too. His uncle loved him no matter what, so when Eddie came out to Wayne, it wasn't that big of a deal, but Eddie knew not everyone was like that. But earlier that day when Chrissy had teased him about Steve, she seemed like it didn't bother her that Eddie and Steve were both guys. Even her comment about Robin, which Eddie first took as Chrissy just being nice, seemed a little bit like she didn't mean it in just a friendly way. Eddie decided that she seemed safe enough, and that if she wasn't she wouldn't tell everyone she could about how much more of a freak Eddie "The Freak" Munson was.

"Chrissy?" Eddie said, after a deep breath

"Yeah? What's up?" Chrissy turned down the movie a little bit, then turned back to Eddie.

"Uhm..." Eddie took another deep breath "Ok, I'm just gonna say it, and it'd be nice if you didn't tell the whole world about it."

"Of course I wouldn't tell anyone, not if you asked me not to, Eddie." Chrissy furrowed her brow slightly, confused as to why Eddie felt he needed to say that.

"Ok... um. Chrissy, I'm gay."

Chrissy was silent, her eyes wide.

"Yeah, yeah, ok, I kinda had a feeling this might happen." Eddie stood up "I'll help you get you're stuff an-"

"What?"

"What do you mean?" Eddie said slowly

"Why would we get my stuff? I'm not leaving."

"You're not... weirded out?" Eddie asked

"Of course not! You're my best friend! Who you love isn't going to change that." Eddie's eyes started to water as Chrissy stood up and grabbed Eddie's shoulder's "You're amazing, Eddie, any way you come. I hope we can always be best friends." She smiled "I'm happy you felt comfortable enough to tell me."

Even if Eddie tried, he couldn't have stopped himself from crying. Chrissy hugged him tightly and Eddie hugged her back, just as tight.

"Thank you." He said through tears. Chrissy hugged him just a little bit tighter before letting go.

"You ready to keep watching the movies now?" She asked

Eddie laughed "You betcha"

Chrissy had insisted they return the movies as soon as possible, though Eddie wasn't sure why. The morning after their marathon, after they'd both eaten breakfast, they headed out to Family Video, where they'd been just they day before.

Chrissy held the door open for Eddie, who was carrying the movies, and gestured for him to walk in.

"Thanks! Guess we're going in turns" Eddie smiled at her

"Yup!" Chrissy smiled.

Chrissy walked into the Family Video, Eddie following behind her. behind the counter, Steve greeted them,

"Back already?" Steve said.

"Yeah, uh, we watched all our movies and I don't want any late fees, so... yeah" Eddie said awkwardly, seriously though, why cant he just be normal around Steve, Eddie thought, he guessed it wasn't too big of a deal, since Steve seemed awkward around him too.

"Oh, cool... Uh, I can take those for you..." Steve replied, holding out his hand to take the stack of tapes. Eddie handed him the tapes and Steve went to put them on a counter behind him.

"Well, uh, It was good to see you." Eddie said after awkward silence.

"Yeah, you too." Steve smiled, Eddie smiled back before turning to Chrissy.

"You ready to go?" Chrissy was staring into the room in the back. "Uhh... Chrissy?"

"Oh! Yeah! I'm ready, yeah." She said, startled.

"Alrighty." Eddie chuckled. "See ya, Stevie." He waved at Steve, Steve waving back, his face looking more red than usual.

Once Eddie and Chrissy had walked out of the video store, Eddie nudged her shoulder, something that seemed to happen every time they came out of that store.

"Soooo... What were you staring at?" Eddie smiled slyly.

"Shut up." Chrissy rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on, you got to tease me last time, I thought we were taking turns” Eddie said, now walking backwards, so as to face Chrissy.

“Fine,” Chrissy said, trying to hide a smile and sighing, “There was just something cool in the backroom.”

“Whatever you say Chris” Eddie said, turning to walk normally.

One lazy afternoon, Chrissy had come over to the Munson’s trailer to hang out. When Eddie opened the door, Chrissy could definitely tell that he was high. She didn’t mind or anything, she could just tell he’d been smoking.

“Chrissycat! Hey, what’s up!” Eddie said, if this had been TV, this would be the moment where Chrissy looked directly at the camera and said ‘definitely high.’

“Hi Eddie, How are you?” Chrissy asked.

“Uhh, I’m good, yeah, come in!” Eddie said, and as Chrissy stepped in he shut the door with a loud thud that made Chrissy jump.

Chrissy sat on the couch, and Eddie draped himself over the place on the couch next to her.

“Soooo, How’s it goin’?” Eddie asked, drawing out most of his words.

“It’s going good, how about you?” Chrissy smiled at him.

“Um, It’s going… Uh… Chriss” Eddie paused. “You promise you won’t laugh?”

“Yeah, Eddie, I promise.” Chrissy said sincerely.

“So uh, I’ve been thinkin’ this afternoon and well I- , well, you know,” Eddie inhaled deeply. “I think, no I definitely have a crush on Steve, y’know?” He looked over at Chrissy.

Then he heard a suppressed giggle.

“What?”

Chrissy couldn’t hold it back anymore, she began laughing like crazy.

“What! Chrisss, come onn, you promised!” Eddie said, lightly hitting her shoulder.

“No, no, it’s just you were kinda obvious and I was gonna tell you” Chrissy began to calm her laughing down, “the same thing - well, not the same thing, but that I definitely have a crush on someone, but, y’know, not Steve.”

Eddie stared at her. “Wait… Do you think Steve already knows I like him! Ahg!” Eddie panicked.

“I don’t think you’re obvious to him, just to me, don’t worry, silly.” Chrissy said to calm him.

“Wait, so who do you definitely have a crush on? You said you have a definitely crush on someone, right?” Eddie said, straight faced.

“‘A definitely crush’? Eddie, oh my god. But yeah, um, I have a crush…” Chrissy said laughing at ‘a definitely crush’. “ Um… Yeah so you know how you’re gay?”

“Yeah?” Eddie responded.

“I think I am too.” Chrissy breathed out, looking at the ceiling. “Ever since I broke up with Jason I’ve been thinking, y’know? I’ve had ‘boyfriends’ but only because people expect me to be with them. Eddie, “She said, now looking at Eddie. “I think I like girls - Like, just girls.”

“Sick, man.” Eddie said, hugging her. It wasn’t quite the response she was expecting, but she wasn't expecting Eddie to be high either.

“Yeah, Eddie, It is pretty sick.” Chrissy said smiling.

“Now we're both gay nerds!” Eddie said, releasing Chrissy from his bear trap of a hug.

Chrissy laughed.

“So, who’s your cruuush.” Eddie said like a middle school girl.

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “Fine. It’s… well, Robin.”

“Oh my god this is perfect! Our crushes work at the same place, so it’ll be easier for me to wingman you and hopelessly pine!” Eddie said enthusiastically.

“Wait, you expect to wingman me, and think that I’ll let you just be hopeless? No way, Eddie! You’re getting a date with Steve.” Chrissy announced to the walls of Eddie’s living room.

“Chrissycat, I’m glad you’re my friend.” Eddie said on a slightly more serious note.

“I’m glad you're my friend too, Eddie.” Chrissy smiled. The rest of the afternoon, the two just hung out, if you asked either of them what happened, they couldn’t tell you, they wouldn’t have known. They had just been there together.

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(A/N) Helloooo hope you liked this, and sorry if its a bit inconsistent (or if there r typos), it took me like 11 months to write lol, and tho it was a struggle bus for me and my procrastination, it was very fun to write. A like or reblog would be SO INCREDIBLY APPRECIATED especially on this :') Hope u have a good day :D

#eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #platonic chrissy and eddie #stranger things #st #eddie #chrissy #steddie #buckingham #chissy and eddie #st fic #stranger things fic #stranger things fan fic #stranger things fan fiction

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soriastrider · 2 years ago

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omg hello i just fount this account of your dirkjake portal au and im screaming and chewing on the walls

how close is that to being finished? i dont wanna start it if the update never comes i will bawl my eyes out

anyway <3333 your art and portal au with my entire heart oh my god <3333

hi! I’m so glad you like it haha :)

the fic is only partway done, maybe a little less than halfway at the moment? updates are usually a bit slow bc of busy life stuff haha but I absolutely do intend to finish it! I have the whole plot planned out and I can’t wait to talk about more of it lol. I love my portal boys so much

(also, if for some reason I couldn’t actually finish writing the fic I’d definitely post a summary of the rest of it. this is a worst case scenario, of course, but don’t worry, I won’t leave it open-ended regardless!)

there are 9 chapters currently on ao3, and I have most of chapter 10 finished and part of 11. so hopefully I’ll be able to post another one soon :)

I’m so insane about them <3 so happy you’re enjoying the au!

#ask

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who-is-shades · 2 years ago

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raz dnd 10

raz gave teya fuckin 12 points you bitch.

sunnie can smell it and wonders why it smells rotten in here.

senna finished meditating hours ago and went around presti'ing the house. teya got rid of 4 points with her potions which isnt much. 'i think something died in the house.' sunnie you oblivious dumbass.

senna stomps over and tells him go help with breakfast and she will help teya. hes so scared of her hes like 11 ft tall lol. wheatley whispers to zen if they should tell him lol. zen says he can figure it out himself. wheatley says hes gonna help heal teya.

senna knocks and walks in with wheatley. senna and wheatley go about healing her. together shes at 0 points, but did use half her potions. senna uses presti to clean. wheatley pats teya on the head.

parsley finally wakes up fully. he glares at sunnie for some reason lol. sunnie is confused lol. parsley grumbles and sips some coffee and doesnt say anything.

wheatley comes out and looks at sunnie, then at parsley. zen is setting up plates! senna takes some plates and thanks him for helping. teya says thats why hes their favorite and he goes 'i am?!' wheatley helps parsley stare lol.

senna also helps stare lol. 'teya your friends are being weird!' 'could be worse!' parsley says they could try to kill him cause thats worse. wheatley offers to do that. sunnie starts shifting toward his bedroom. he slaps his head on the doorframe and wheatley and parsley start laughing and calling him a pussy. wheatley also calls him that wtf.

zen scolds them and parsley says this is teyas house so its fine. senna warns him his son might learn from him. teya uses message on sunnie that they wont hurt him unless she says so, so get tf out here. senna jokingly offers to melt the door. SP is now screaming pussy oh no.

SUNNIE RAN OUT THE WINDOW! senna goes after him! we need the dr appointment info! SP asks parsley what a pussy is oh no. he says its another word for coward. wheatley chases SP around cause he sees a star shaped leaf.

senna keeps hearing rustling leaves and its pissing her off. she pokes a weird branch with her rapier. sunnie falls to the ground, invisible. senna helps him up and reassures him were not gonna hurt him. she says teya needs as much support as possible, and that includes him.

he says the appointment is late noon when it starts getting dark. he doesnt like being seen hmm. we have some time. in the distance wheatley is yelling at SP to slow down. senna is sad he thinks shes scary and goes back to breakfast.

theres a faint aura from her bag! the secret orb from earlier in the campaign! its glowing! senna tells sunnie to hurry ahead in case he could get hurt! she picks up the orb and she feels a fiery heat through her entire body! it stops suddenly. MORE SECRET DMS! and also more secret stuff dont worry shhh

wheatley catches SP! sunnie says hes hiding and heads back home. wheatley follows him cause hes lost. sunnie talks about having never met robots before. wheatley talks about that he a support unit war forged. sunnie is confused how wheatley made a child. wheatley says hes the first to do that. wheatley lets sunnie name what new type SP is. S-Type oh no their friends. Wheatley says its impressive he can write stories. sunnie tries to sell him the fuckin book and wheatley says he cant read common well so he reads to him. regrets, eh wheatley?

they get back home and SP starts going off about space. wheatley stops him cause they gotta get ready for the appointment. wheatley speed walks inside lol. sunnie asks android where everyone went. senna shows up as well, sees everyone is gone, and goes to town.

zen and parsley and teya and are in town! bookshop! smearc! hes just working at the counter. parsley tried to wander off and teya grabbed him to fast lol. she introduces parsley and zen to smearc. he says its been a while since hes seen a warforged. he wonders if something big is gonna happen soon. he says he saw lots in 1 place before he moved here. smerc shakes all of zens hands lol. parsley shakes too.

smerc mentions hes known teya since she was little. mentions how sunnie hits his head on the doorframe a lot. parsley asks what teya was like as a kid. smerc says she loved to read and he gave her books on necromancy when she got older. he says teya once tried to cast a spell until she passed out from exhaustion.

smerc asks about zen and parsley! parsley avoids the question lol. zen says he cannot tell as it is a secret. parsley says zen is in a cult. zen says its a normal religion. (k realizes she cant roast him in sylvain lol) parsley asks for a dictionary lol. teya gets it for him. zen disagrees and says theres many followers and his god is very real.

teya asks zen to put her in contact with god. zen says thats not wise cause smerc is here. teya says you can totally trust her and she has an actual question for robot god. zen says her god is trusting the CHAMPIONS to save the world. Not party tricks. Smerc asks if teya got involved with a cult lol. teya says maybe a little. and that robot god could use more followers. zen whispers that RG doesnt like organic followers. parsley asks wtf that means. zen says it could change he just doesnt want any right now.

zen says he will ask, but he may not answer. aha hes here! teya replies in giant secretively. smerc isnt surprised that a warforged can do that. god responds in giant and leaves. teya hides the question from smerc lol. something about a game <.< hmmmmm smerc doesnt believe anything xD

parsley points out sunnies book on the shelf. teya mumbles in sylvain that if parsley buys the book she will kill him. parsley snorts and says he would never spend money on it, theres copies at her house. parsley says he hates sunnie and teya agrees.

they say bye and leave. parsley winks over his shoulder and smerc just laughs. teya asks if parsley needs to do anything. they head back home. android begs teya to make them stop talking. sunnie wont shut up. wheatley and SP are so dead inside. unable to stop.

parsley stares at sunnie and tells him to stfu! hes surprised and asks him to knock next time! parsley says no one cares. sunnie says hes very successful. wheatley immediately begs parsley if they learned anything, so he can avoid sunnie. parsley says they went to a bookshop. android grumbles he wouldve killed him if he wasnt related to teya. teya says it doesnt matter. 'you giving me the go ahead?' wheatley says 'no! hes my....'friend'.'

teya and parsley are fucking mortified that wheatley and sunnie are...friends. oh no. 'i mean i wanna be friends with android.' sunnie tries to fuckin sell the book to them goddamn. 'this is why tori left. shes alive btw.'

sunnie loses his energy. wheatley sighs and asks how much the book is. teya snaps not to charge him so he offers it for free. wheatley says he will pay. parsley threatens if he pays for that book. sunnie fuckin raises the price. wheatley refuses the raised price and offers the base price. sunnie fuckin signs it. wheatley asks zen if god can teach him how to read better. god agrees and zen takes his hand. god fuckin downloads common into his head lol. an immense brief connection to thousands of warforged. he sends a brief connection of platonic love to them before hes disconnected.

wheatley has to sit down for a sec. sunnie asks if hes ok. wheatley is so happy and worried theres so many of his people. teya is dumbfounded that wheatley learned common just to read the book. wheatley hugs sunnie dear god.

senna is wondering around town since she didnt meet up damn. she finds a small hut that wasnt there before on the edge of town. she goes toward it and its a little decayed but still nice. scarecrows around it but no crops? movement in the home with lights on.

she examines the scarecrows, but not much straw. she checks why there might be no crops. the plants nearby are pretty dead. she checks for anything magical. strong necrotic energy in the air. she turns to leave and the fuckin scarecrows are looking at her. she has a hand on her weapon and loudly says she will be here with her friend later for her friends appointments, and she isnt an enemy.

senna makes it back finally. shes like 'oh when did you get back? and is wheatley ok?' zen says hes having a moment. 'i guess i missed something important.' senna says she found teyas doc and its spooky. wheatley is clinging to parsley lol. teya says that sounds about right.

senna asks what she missed. teya says he learned how to read. 'he couldnt read before?' 'he wanted to read sunnies book.' sunnie tries to sell senna the book oh no. senna says his sales pitch needs some work and they should focus on teyas appointment. senna says shes gonna sit in the woods so yell when its time. parsley also gets released cause he wants to go into the woods.

zen says wheatley mustve felt the connection. wheatley was just overwhelmed after being alone for so long. and maybe embarrassed himself. zen thinks it was cute and android doesnt wanna admit he liked it lol. wheatley apologizes to android for overstepping. he grumbles it doesnt matter. teya comments the fey pact didnt apply to wheatley. android calls teya a bitch for revealing that.

sunnie says hes going to support teya as much as he can. teya is like 'uh where did that come from?' sunnie says shes his sister so of course he wants to support her. gonna confront the doc. wheatley gonna use his sending stone for lil bro. teya realizes shes having a hard time breathing (2 points). lil bro responds lol its cute.

as senna is meditating something happens its SECRET goddamn. she shakes her head hard and gets up. the others found parsley. they eventually find senna pacing. teya tries to ask if shes ok but shes very lost in thought. senna notices her and apologizes for not noticing. says she has a headache.

following teya to the doc! senna side eyes the scarecrows. it waves to teya but stops if anyone else tries to look. sunnie knocks for the doc. doc cirmes. its a tall man in a nice hat and plaque doctors mask. he wasnt expecting the rest of us and doesnt like uninvited guests but allows it. zen and android wait outside.

clean doctors home. a skeleton and organs in jars. has teya sits on a cushioned table. he uses a stethescope on teya. typical doc stuff. teya asks if theres any point. they both know shes dead. he pauses. 'so you know. then why come here.' 'because what you did has stopped working.' he will try to fix it if she lets him finish the appointment. senna mumbles to parsley in elvish that hes a fuckin crook.

he yells that the spell is gone! a spell to preserve her but its just gone and demands to what happaned. wheatley perks up and looks outside. theres more scarecrows. teya and senna both know why its gone! the anti magic field from spingledorf. senna says from the fish villiage. he says itll take so much more to fix. parsley yells at him to hurry and fix it.

he says he doesnt have the resources! senna asks what he needs. he says her necromatic energy is much higher and will be harder to make a new spell on her. he slams the table and demands to know how she got so strong. senna sees him slam his hands and reaches for her weapon. he steps back and wonders if his theories were correct.

teya calls him out. senna in elvish mumbles shes gonna hit him. parsley says a robot god gave them power. teya says their on a quest from a robot god. wheatley says they gotta get stronger. senna says the god wont wanna talk to him. wheatley straight up says its his god.

doc talks about a war of gods and that the gods are dead and few remain. wheatley calls for zen to help. zen says its a need to know basis. doc says evil gods make it worse for teya. wheatley says hes neutral at best. he says if we know the gods intentions and senna says 'do we know yours?' he says to not interrupt him and she says to fix her friend.

senna asks again for what components he needs. he says its useless cause she knows now. wheatley asks if its enough for her to pay. he says its beyond money and shes fine. teya is heartbroken being called a waste of resources.

parsley grabs him and screams in his face. "you are going to help our friend! and your not gonna call her a waste again!" he says teya is her greatest triumph. freak. he says her body was bad when she was brought in at first.

Senna grabs him and says teya is rotting faster every day. hes like so? she yells that she wants the flesh! he yells to not interrupt him. he talks about sunnie carrying her corpse. he called it a perfect opportunity. he was surprised he could even rez her. he says she couldnt have wanted anything she was dead. teya yells its still her choice and she has to hide her appearance.

he demands she hand back the crystal if she doesnt care about her life. he says it wont hurt. senna looks at her sadly. wheatley says he would miss her. sunnie looks at teya sadly and goes 'teya?'

teya says she has a job to do. 'so thats all thats keeping you alive?' 'better than nothing isnt it?' 'and when the jobs done?' 'figure that out. find another way to destroy this thing.' senna looks so fucking sad. doc says teya is wasting her life by pitying herself. teya says shes choosing 1 day at a time. 'very well.' if she changes her mind she knows where to find him every year.

teya asks him to remove his mask. 'humor me. you lied to me for 6 years.' the knowledge has only brought her pain. senna and parsley team up to grab him and remove the mask. missed. senna says to let teya see her face. teya tells sunnie to support her now. sunnie asks doc to let her. sunnie BOLTS AT THE DOC! doc snaps his fingers and sunnie disappears! he claims sunnie is safe.

teyas like fuck this im gonna get his ass and uses firebolt. zen says the scarecrows are moving and surrounding the house. senna avoided being cursed lol. he pulls out a bunch of gems and crushes them and summons bunch of weapons. ROLL INITIATIVE!

he summons a putrid undead spirit and an aberation. aberation wisdom save throws! wheatley and parsley feel madness against their minds and take psychic damage just being near it. it attacks senna! hits. bitch. undead attacks! being near it is a con sav. teya gets poisoned. it attacks teya! hits. con save for teya and she fails and gets paralyzed. fuck.

wheatley casts aura of vitality. cool. SP uses repair action on wheatley.

parsley enters rage and has wild magic. we get a plus 1 to ac thanks parsley. he then throws the handaxe at the doc. hits. attacks putrid. missed.

senna uses ray of frost and he fuckin eats it? his staff is cold now. senna casts spirit guardians and attacks putrid! hits!

teya turned skipped F.

docs turn the fucker. he points at senna and casts finger of death the fucker. somehow i passed but still take half damage. fucker senna is dying. THEN shroud damage senna is dying. THEN HE CASTS BLIGHT ON SENNA. half damage fucker. im at 10 and started at 81. wtf who is this fucker. he tells us to gtfo. wheatley says to let sunnie go and we will leave. he agrees and brings sunnie back. guys senna had 20 ac and fucking got her shit kicked in.

wheatley drags sunnie out. senna doesnt care how badly hurt she is she scoops up teya and carries her out. parsley is pissed but walks out.

the scarecrows are destroyed from the robots but there was also more but they stopped. teyas paralizes wears off. parsley tosses his bag to teya and says theres healing potions. teya has a hard time breathing and when she coughs theres a dust cloud. wheatley casts aura of healing on teya.

senna casts mass heal wounds on everyone. teya force feeds senna potions from parsley. wheatley heals senna. senna tells them to focus on healing themselves. android asks wtf happaned. senna says its her fault. senna says he chose to let them live. senna gives android permission to yell at her and parsley keeps trying to tell her to shut up and she is ignoring him. wheatley says he was fucking terrified and hugs teya.

senna says to finish this convo somewhere else. the scarecrows are staring. theres loud thunder and the house is gone. teya keeps coughing up smoke. wheatley doesnt get infected says raz. wtf.

'that was my last shot' 'shot at what he was a dick?!' senna reminds them of spingledorf. wheatley wonders how tf were gonna beat zorbolt if we couldnt beat this guy. senna says itll be ok and theyll get stronger. senna notices a pair of glowing red eyes and then it disappears. she doesnt have the spoons for this right now.

sunnie walks over and hugs teya and apologizes. teya nods in understanding. teya coughs again. sunnie goes stiff. senna feels for a pulse. hes still alive. senna calls for zen. wheatley is freaking out. zen shines a light in his eye but his pupil doesnt react. hes catatonic wtf.

senna yells at parsley to stfu. sunnie suddenly blinks and snaps out of it. senna says he was just frozen there. hes not hurt or feels any different. parsley says teya has poison breath. 'she coughed and he froze.' teya tries to not cough again and aims it away.

parsley inhales the fucking smoke willingly. the sky turns red. its the mushroom spore shit all over! wheatley looks broken down. sunnie is a very long version slenderman version. teya is a skeleton. senna is a robed figure.

he punches teya. he screams wtf happaned?! this is reality for him he doesnt know anything else. parsley sees the robot wheatley limping towards him. he backs up and snarls for them to stay away. wheatley flinches back, hurt. wheatley clings to teya and sunnie.

parsley sees the robot holding the skeleton. teya is gonna cough! doesnt work on wheatley. zen approaches, looks like a multi armed demon with charp claws. he absorbs the cloud and says their spores. from a mushroom. parsley thinks their gonna eat him or something and runs off.

zen says mushrooms are growing in her lungs. teya thought exploding wouldve cooked them out. their growing throughout her entire body. oh no. zen says it wont affect her cause shes dead. more spores pop off lol. senna says she cant kiss teya if shes full of spores. teya says to find parsley first. senna tries to tell sunnie to stand back but hes back unconscious. teya keeps getting status effects.

I FORGOT I HAVE RESTORATION DAMMIT PARSLEY-

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