#my arguement seemed stronger in my head

[stellawolfearts]

Tang (oh wow, someone who isnt nezha or macaque its a miracle :o), 😇, 👻, 🌟, 🖕 and 😶

OH I LOVE TANG! I dont talk about him much but i adore my headcanons for him. He's so squishable. like a stress toy.

😇 A headcanon about their religion/lack thereof

hmmm, im unsure about this one. cause in a world where gods litterally go into the mortal realm, Sun Wukong is a popular celebrity and magic stuff happens all the time in places where everyone can see. its a little hard for me to imagine anyone in LMK having a religion that deviates from the gods that we know already exist in this world.

I think tang tho, would have a specific god he worshipped. and while it is definitly a more popular one I think it's a good fit. I think Tang would have a Statue of Quanyin and has prayed to her, worshiped her, all that stuff. Just seem's fitting to me.

I can also see him being the one that convinced Pigsy to put a statue of her in his noodle shop.

👻 A headcanon about what scares them

Tang definitly isn't the bravest of the bunch, he gets overwhelmed by all the crazy magic stuff pretty easily. Especially when LMK stars.

I feel like Tang just has alot of anxiety in general. Sometimes its obvious, sometimes it's not.

In general I like to think he's got a handle on his anxiety until something happens and then he starts spiraling and then will obsess over what happened for the rest of the day. Mess up a lecture? (i hc him as a scholar/teacher) he's faceplanted into the table in Pigsy's shop. Completly mortified for the rest of the day. the only thing that gets him pulling his head back up is a bowl of noodles. and then Pigsy can convince him it wasn't that bad, the students likely didnt even notice and if they did they probably dont even care.

Then a worse fear i think he would have is being alone and being useless. Ending up not worth anything to anyone and being alone because of it. Yeah Tang deals with it in that one samadhi ring episode but fear's and worrys dont go away emmediatly. He might have grown to handle it better but it's not gone. Especially with everyone around him growing stronger by the day. there's a little voice in his head that's telling him he wont ever catch up to them all, that he will be left behind in thier wake.

which, of course isn't true. He tries his best not to give that fear any attention and after the samadhi ring episode he and Macaqe have it mostly works. but it's still there.

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes

Peace and quiet for one week, without something Mk and Mei did that gave him a heart attack. It's alot worse now that they both got powers.

but on a more serious note I can see him dreaming of becoming a renowned scholar. Like, he's known at work for knowing WAY more then the average teacher should (he works at a university) so i can see him wanting to write a book with all his reaserch.

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger

Tang would get heated in an argument about the subject he specializes in. History of the Gods.

If someone tries to tell him he's wrong he will stare at them, adjust his glasses, and then tell them exactly why their wrong. If they keep fighting thats when Tang gets heated. He will pull out sources upon sources and tear down every single arguement that person has with ease.

Most of his angry outbursts comes from being anxious and overwhelmed.

Otherwise he's a nerd arguing over historical accuracies.

😶 A random headcanon!

I dont have alot of headcanons for Tang but im sure i can come up with something.

I think he would have a tumblr account. He would answer questions about the information of the gods the mortal realm has, I would think he's pretty fluent in english so even accounts from the west could read them. he'd post mainly in chinese but under the 'read more' application would be the english translation of what was said in the post.

not only that but he would have a main and a side account.

Main is reblogging stuff and being in fandom (you cannot convince me he wouldnt be in fandoms. he has older millennial vibes. so like. late 30's early 40's. so he would be a veteran in fandom spaces atp XD) I think he would like Heavens official blessing. He would probably enjoy Madoka magica and analyze its themes and details.

there would probably be more but i think in general he would enjoy stories with fantasy/magic settings and love it even more when those stories have deeper themes he can dissect.

hes definitly a fanfic writer in hiding. posts once every blue moon in a new fandom and drives said fandom mad

Side account is for sharing information on the gods that he has.

no one knows theres one person behind these two blogs and the ao3 account. theres no connection to each account and neither is there any connection to the real him.

man, Tang is so fun to write about

[yourquirkygirl]

Okay, hear me out. I have this theory that Percy and Annabeth did it before going on the Argo II. Y’all be saying they did it for the first time after HoO, but Istrongky believe they did it before Percy disappeared and before the moment when they were in the Argo II stables together. Here’s why

When being confronted about being in the stables in MoA, Percy and Annabeth aren’t frazzled. If they hadn’t done it yet they would probably be adamant about how they didn’t do it. But Percy is all nonchalant and says the ONLY “kissed a couple of times.”

That point may seem baseless but the fact that Percy was so nonchalant about it leads to me to believe that they have done it before. He just doesn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable with the idea that the Argo II crew assumes he slept with Annabeth.

Annabeth owns an invisibility hat, so whether they did it the first time at his apartment or at CHB it doesn’t matter. Annabeth has a pretty solid way to sneak into Percy’s room or cabin.

This fact is obvious and doesn’t prove anything but they were already in love with each other when they got together at the end of TLO.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Addidentally Injuring Their S/o

Part Two Here

YT Video Here (thanks @vanillaicedlatte-yt)

Genre: a n g s t

Type: Drabble/ Headcannons

Summary: in the heat of an arguement, after a battle, etc., they activate their quirk and Y/n somewhat permanently.

Warnings: gore, blood, fighting/ cursing, crying, burns, toxic relationships, 290 spoilers, endeavor

Other: This was meant to come out yesterday, but shitty mental health got in the way, so yeet. Also, I’m sorry these get worse and worse as they progress, that’s usually how things go for me. This was also inspired by a Tik Tok that I can’t find where Shigaraki accidentally dusts y/n who’s trying to comfort him. It was a Cosplay, if anyone can find it please let me know so I can link it and credit the creator.

Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Bakugou, Todoroki

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist)

Tomura Shigaraki

It had started as a great day, a perfect day even. Everyone was listening to him, the league was getting news coverage, people were afraid.

Everything was too perfect.

Something was going to go wrong, he was sure of it.

He hated the way everyone was laughing and joking together, Toga helping Magne do her nails, Spinner playing video games with Twice backstage, and you were chatting with Dabi and Compress about the league’s next moves.

Kuroguri was off doing something or other, and he’d mentioned another ‘follower of All For One.’

But something felt off.

And of course you would notice him.

You were hiding at an abandoned theatre, and he was sitting on the edge of the stage, staring out at the empty audience.

You were with Dabi and Compress in the wings, and glanced away from them towards your boyfriend.

He seemed stressed, scratching at his neck vigorously. You sighed, standing up and heading over to him, sitting beside him.

You placed your hand on top of his spare hand, offering him a soft smile.’

“Hey, baby~” you cooed. “How’s my boyfriend doing?”

He grumbled, yanking his hand away from you. Your theory was correct, he was stressed about something.

He didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not you. You always tried to comfort him and convince him everything was ‘okay’ even when it wasn’t.

“Go away.” He growled. “I’m trying to think.”

“Thinking about what?” You asked, scooching closer to him.

“None of your fucking business!” He snapped at you, and you flinched away from him.

“Tomura, I was just trying to help-“ you frowned at him. He could be immature and bratty at times he’s, but he usually made sure not to get that way with you.

“I don’t give a shit! I don’t need your damn help!” He stood up, marching over to the wings to head backstage. You followed suit.

Compress and Dabi quickly rushed off the stage when they saw Shigaraki heading towards them. Dabi stopped for a moment next to you, looking at you.

“Good luck with him.” He said, jerking his head towards Shigaraki. You shrugged at him.

Shigaraki overheard Dabi’s notion, anger and distress intensifying. Good luck? Good luck?! What the hell was wrong with him?

Dabi and Compres joined Toga and Magne in the red velvet chairs, Compress requesting that he gets his nails done in orange and black when she finished with Magne’s.

Shigaraki pushed aside the large heavy curtains blocking his way backstage, finding Spinner and Twice huddled near a small TV, an old PvP game loading onscreen

They both looked over their shoulders, staring up at their boss. You quickly darted backstage, crouching next to the ‘gamer boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis’ as they had nicknamed themselves.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered to them. “He’s in a bit of a mood. I’ll take care of it, okay?”

Did he hear you correctly?

A mood?

You’ll ‘take care of it?’

Of it?

What.

The.

Fuck.

“Say that again, to my fuckung face!” Shigaraki screamed at you. “Tell me I’m just ‘iN a MoOd’ again!!”

You turned to him, eyes wide and scared.

“I’m sorry, Tomura, I didn’t mean it like that- I just didn’t want our friends to worry!”

“They aren’t our fucking friends! They just work for us- they work for me!” He corrected himself.

You stood up, flicking your wrist to motion for Twice and Spinner to leave. They quickly turned off their game and rushed away.

“You might not consider them our friends, but they’re certainly my friends. And I won’t let you scare my friends.” You stood your ground, taking a step towards him.

He scoffed, turning around and marching back onstage. You sighed, following after him, again.

“Please, Tomura talk to me. I’m your partner I want to help you!” You exclaimed. “You’re worrying me, please!”

“Well I don’t want to fucking talk!” He shouted, “and I don’t have to!”

“Please, Tenko!”

“THAT’S NOT MY NAME!”

Red.

He saw red.

His hand flew away from him before he could stop himself, a target missile. It’s destination? Your face.

You lifted your hands instinctively, and he grabbed your wrist, fingers curling around your skin.

In that moment, all he felt was relief. Thank fucking god you’d lifted your arms. It was the one thing that has saved you from him.

You screamed, pain shooting up through you from your arm. Your skin peeled, falling away in tiny fragments of dust.

The dust fell around his fingers, your hand and wrist were completely gone now.

You felt someone pull you backwards, and you saw a glint of silver as Toga quickly severed your arm, blood spilling onto the floor of the stage where the pile of dust that used to be your arm lay.

You fell to your knees, screaming, reaching up and clutching at your elbow- the point of separation- desperately, trying to will your arm back into existence.

“TOMURA!” You shrieked, tears falling down your cheeks. “TOMURA! FIX IT!!”

It was hopeless, you knew there was no way for him to un-dust you. You fell forward, forehead pressed against the floor.

Shigaraki took a step back, glancing at his hand. There were a few speckles of dust resting on his palm. His breath quickened, eyes widening as he cupped his other hand over his mouth.

He stared down at you, Blood staining your shirt as you screamed and cried.

It must have hurt.

He remembered the promise he’d made after you’d started dating, when he’d protected you from some assholes trying to mug you.

“I promise you, I’m going to protect you. Nothing, no one, will lay a hand on you ever again.”

It was a promised meant against anyone who posed a threat to you.

He never meant to become a threat himself.

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

Some days were always going to be better than others, that’s simply how it works when you’re recovering from trauma.

Today was one of the bad days.

He’d woken up with a thick, heavy, dark feeling in his chest.

He wasn’t even comforted by the warmth your body produced next to him.

Most days he’d roll over and wrap his arm around your body, pulling you close to his body to cuddle you.

This morning however, Dabi rolled away from you and climbed out of bed. You looked over your shoulder at him, confused and slightly hurt. Did you do something to make him upset last night?

You followed after your angsty boyfriend, walking out of the bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen.

He crashed at your apartment a lot, being a villain it was hard to get his own home. You didn’t know where he stayed when he wasn’t at your place.

He grabbed a box of cereal out of the cupboards, pouring himself a bowl. You pulled the milk out of the fridge, handing it to him with a smile.

He scrunched up his nose at your kindness, snatching the carton from your hand and angrily pulling the cap off.

You sighed, nervously pouring yourself a bowl as Dabi started to eat. He didn’t even bother to sit at the table.

“Hey, babe? You okay? You seem kind of... off today.”

Your boyfriend glanced down at you, cerulean eyes seemingly staring right through you.

“M’fine.” He grunted. Your frown tightened.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t believe that.” You shook your head at him.

Dabi glared down at you in annoyance. His scowl deepening. You took a step back, concerned and scared.

“Dabi, please talk to me.” You pleaded with him.

“Uzéndayo.” He grumbled angrily. “Fuck off.”

“Please, you’ll hurt my feelings.” You scoffed sarcastically. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

“Don’t fuckin need to. Leave me alone.”

“Dabi, this is my place. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Then I’ll leave!” He snapped, brushing past you and leaving his cereal on the counter to sog.

He snatched his jacket off the back of the couch, shrugging it onto his shoulders.

“Seriously, Dabi! What the hell’s going on! Did I do something wrong?”

It pissed him off further to hear you blame yourself. You always thought it was your fault, but it never was.

“Oh shut the fuck up for once! Quit thinking it’s all about you! It’s not always about you!”

“Dabi just fucking talk to me! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what’s wrong!”

You stepped in front of the door, flinging your arms open to block ilhis exit. He looked you in the eyes, seething.

“Nothing happened!” He shouted “Sometimes I’m just angry for no reason! Get out of my way and I’ll take my anger out on some rando and not on you. Then I’ll come back and we can pretend this never happened.”

“Dabi I won’t let you just kill some innocent person because you’re upset! Just sit with me and we can talk it out and-“

“That’s always your solution! Quit being a wimpy pacifist and move!”

“I’m not a pacifist, I just don’t think you should kill without reason!”

“Well I have a fucking reason!”

“And what’s that?”

“I want to!”

“That’s not a reason!”

“Just get out of my fucking way or I’ll make you!”

“Dabi, just talk to me!”

It was the last thing you said before he grabbed your arm and pulled your body forward to meet his. Your chest pressed against his, his face right in front of yours.

It’d be hot if you weren’t so scared.

“Listen here you little shit,” he growled, low and angry “I’m stronger than you in every fucking way.”

“Dabi?”

“I could kill you in an instant if I so desired.”

“Dabi-“

“Incinerate your filthy annoying ass any day I want, so be fucking grateful for once and watch your damn mouth!”

“Dabi!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN! I am superior to you in every way, you should be grateful I even share oxygen with you!”

“DABI YOU’RE HURTING ME!”

“I DON’T CARE IF IT HURTS, LISTEN TO ME YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER!” He screamed in your face, eyes wild with unchecked rage.

Tears flowed down your face as you sobbed, indescribable pain was shooting up through your arms.

Dabi’s eyes finally drifted downwards, and he froze, mouth falling slack.

Smoke was billowing off his hands, and his knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping you.

He snapped his hands away from you, curling them into his body as his eyes widened. He took a few steps back.

There were black scorch marks on your body in the shape of his hands. They looked real bad.

“Get out.” You whispered, so soft he couldn’t hear.

“W-what?”

“GET OUT!” You screamed, pointing at the door despite the intense pain in your arms. “GET OUT OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”

“B-baby I’m sorry!” He shouted “I didn’t mean to, I promise!”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME BEFORE I TURN YOU IN!”

Dabi stumbled past you, quickly rushing out of your apartment and shutting the door behind him.

His back was pressed against the wood as he slid down, covering his face as he listened to your sobs on the other side, hearing your footsteps fade into the bathroom, probably to run cold water on your skin.

For a moment, all the could think about was the cereal on the counter, getting soggy.

“Fuck.” He muttered, eyes burning as they tried to produce tears without his tear ducts.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

Shoto Todoroki

Shit wrong emo scar boy with daddy issues, fire powers, and an evil older sibling with blue fire

There we go

It was a shitty day. 

Well, most days were shitty days, but today was shittier than usual. 

A home visit, Endeavor trying to act like he was ‘upset about everything that happened,’ and pretending he was the victim in the situation.

It would be enough to set anyone on edge, especially Shouto. 

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when he returned to the dorms with a deep frown on his face.

Even when Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka tried to talk to him, he still seemed angry the whole time. There was really only one thing that should be able to cheer him up. Let’s hope you do your job well.

“Knock knock~ Shouto it’s me!” you stood on the outside of Shouto’s dorm. You knew Shouto must be stressed, so you’d gotten him some brownies from the sweets cupboard, Sato’s locks were easy to pick.

“I don’t want to fucking talk.” his response was blunt, clearly annoyed that you’d bothered his brooding. “Go away.”

You sighed, he could act like such a child sometimes!

“Shouto, I just want to cheer you up! Let me in, babe.” a moment later, he swung the door open, am annoyed glare on his face. You smiled sweetly at him, handing him the plate of brownies. His hands remained in his pockets, glancing down at the brownies then back up at you.

“Um... can I come in?” you asked quietly. He shrugged, stepping aside to let you in. You stepped past him, sitting on the edge of the platform bed, setting the brownies on the nightstand. 

Shouto closed the door behind him, turning to face you.

“Do... do you want to talk about it?” Shouto huffed, shaking his head and looking away from you.

“Do I look like I want to talk?” he snapped. You flinched, his tone was harsh.

“Shouto I just want to help, you don’t need to be rude.”

“I don’t give a shit if I’m being ‘rude.’“ He growled, arms crossed. 

His eyes stared coldly at you. Yeah, he was definetly upset.

“That’s okay, we can chat about something else. Oh, Sato probably needs to change the lock on the sweets cupboard, I kinda broke it getting you these brownies!” you looked up at him, smile faltering as he looked down his nose at you. “Are... are you mad at me?”

“Wow, you just noticed that.” he rolled his eyes. “I told you to go away but you didn’t.”

“I-I’m sorry, I was just really worried about you. You’re my boyfriend and I love you, I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“Then maybe you should try fucking listening to me for once. If I don’t want to talk, then you can’t make me talk.” You nodded, apologizing again.

“Oh my god shut the fuck up!” he shouted. “You’re always talking, always apologizing, you’re getting on my fucking nerves!”

“Okay!” you stood up quickly, lifting your hands defensively. “I’ll just leave!”

You brushed past him on your way to the door, hesitating on the handle. You glanced over your shoulder at him.

“Would you fucking stop with the pity?” you looked at the ground, not saying anything.

You heard the slap before you felt it.

The sting shot through your face, and you could hear Shouto shouting at you, but it was muffled. You didn’t know what he was saying. 

You lifted your hand to your cheek, hissing in pain. He didn’t just slap you,

He used his fire.

You choked on your words, turning to look at your boyfriend with tear-filled eyes.

Shouto was looking at you with a look of sheer horror on his face.

“I’m sorry...” you whimpered. “I’m going-” you slipped out the door, ignoring Shouto’s shout for you to turn back and talk to him

That it was an accident.

That he didn’t mean it.

That didn’t matter.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Fuck Icy-Hot. 

Fuck. Him.

He said he’d gotten stronger since the Summer Camp, but he hadn’t at all.

He was still loosing to Todoroki, and no matter how hard he was working, he still kept loosing to him.

His hand was buried in his hair, tugging harshly every so often as he listened to you ramble about something that happened during your work study.

Even you were getting ahead of him, his own partner was getting stronger than him. He’d promised he’d protect you, but that would be useless if you kept improving faster than him.

“Then afterwords, FatGum took me, Kirishima, and Amajiki to this resturaunt, and the owner turned out to be a huge fan of FatGum, she gave us free desert! Oh my gosh the cake was so good!” you exclaimed, laughing a little.

Bakugou grumbled under his breath a little, keeping his eyes away from your estatic face. 

“Great.” you glanced back to your boyfriend from where you sat at your desk, eyebrows furroring. Usually, Katsuki would give you one of those proud smirks all like ‘that’s my partner,’ but today he seemed upset.

“You alright, Katsuki? Was your provisional licence class stressful today?” you asked sympathetically, moving your hand towards him to comfort him. 

He yanked his hand away from you, shooting you a pissed off look.

“Fuck no.” he growled. “Even if it was, I can handle it. I don’t need your damn help.” you rested your hand on your lap.

“I know, Katsuki. My boyfriend’s so strong!” you smiled brightly at him. Usually complimenting him would make him feel better, but today it seemed to only piss him off more.

“Shut up.” he hunched over, curling into himself more. He pulled one leg up to his chest, holding it under his knee. 

“Uh.. are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, cocking your head to the side gently.

“I’m fucking fine!” He snapped, keeping his eyes anywhere but on you. “I don’t need your pity!”

“Pity? Katsuki I’m not pitying you, I’m worried for you. You’re my boyfriend and I want you to be happy so-”

“Didn’t I say to shut up?” he stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Don’t give me your worry, fight me instead!”

“Why the hell would I fight you, Katsuki? I already know you’re stronger than me!”

“Fucking how? You got that new work study you’re constantntly talking about! How haven’t you gotten stronger than me?”

“Is that what this is about? I’ve only been at my work study for a few days, how in the world could I have leaped leagues in that amount of time to reach your level?”

“Then why even join that stupid work study if you’re not getting stronger?”

“I am getting stronger, just not fast enough to be at your level that quickly!” you explained. “Sorry?”

“Ugh just shut the fuck up!” he shouted, storming out of your dorm and down the hall to the common room. There were a only a few people in there,

Yao-Momo and Jirou in the kitchen, Kirishima and Kaminari on the couches, and Sero was leaning over the back of the couch. They all looked up when Bakugou stormed in with you on his tail.

“Katsuki, you’re confusing me! What’s going on? How can I help? Is it something I did?” 

“Just leave me alone, okay? Go away!” he shouted over his shoulder. Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Jirou, and Yaoyorazu all snapped their heads towards you and Bakugou.

“Katsuki, please! You’re scaring me!” you glanced over at your friends, Jirou and Yao-Momo glancing between each other and muttering. 

“Yo, Kachan, the hell’s going on between you and Y/n?” Kaminari asked, standing up. Sero hissed at him to sit down if he wanted to keep his head.

“I’m sorry, Kaminari, Bakugou’s upset and I don’t know why-”

“Don’t know why? Quit it with the lies! I hate liars!”

“I-I’m not lying! I really don’t know!” you reached forward, latching your hand onto his wrist. “Please just talk to me!”

“BULLSHIT!” he snapped his hand away from yours. “You’re a fucking liar!”

“Bakubro, calm down!” Kirishima stood up, briskly walking over to the two of you. 

“STAY OUT OF THIS!” Bakugou slammed his palm against Kirishima’s face, setting off a small explosion.

“KIRISHIMA!” You ran to his side as the smoke cleared, finding his face hardened.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” he assured you. He offered you a small smile, suddenly, he yelped and ducked, avoiding another hit from Bakugou.

“LET GO OF THEM!” he shouted, and his hand sparked twice before setting off again. This time right next to your face.

You hit the ground first, then felt stinging pain across your face and shoulder.

You didn’t even hear your own screaming because of the fact that he blew up your ears.

You didn’t register Kirishima picking you up, or Bakugou staring after you in fear, or the others in the room scolding Bakugou or worrying about you.

All you knew in that moment was pain.

Pure, white hot, agonizing pain.

[compressingsins]

Fade Away

Pairing; Joker x chubby f!reader

Warning; Detailed NSFW (lemon), with plot.

(I don't think I've seen fire force get as much recognition as it deserves. But I find Joker so... hot and if he's OC a little, sorry)... ♡

Word Count: 7.4k

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"Who said I was coming back, huh?"

"Why not, though? I mean..."

"What do you need me for?"

"I just... you're special, to me."

"Anyone can save a person's life, doesn't mean you should fall for them."

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"Guys, do you have to be so noisy? We have so much work to be done, right now."

A sigh went past your lips as your hands grasped the sides of your face and propped your head up on your elbows, listening to your blonde headed friend and black haired friend argue. Honestly, you don't even know what the arguement was about, they just started out of no where. And all of you have so much work to do, but they don't seem to understand that.

Ever since these two joined, you have to admit that the your team has been more lively than ever. They are annoying but you appreciated them, and is happy that they're your new recruits instead of whoever else. Not that bubblegum chewing blonde guy that's always hitting on you, whenever you see him and visit his district. Arthur and Shinra was loud and annoying but not more annoying than him.

But at this very moment, you wanted to snap at them and yell at them but your captain usually does or the lieutenant but quite frankly, they weren't in right now. Neither was Captain Hibana, and she's usually always here if Shinra is. But you knew about the meeting they were having so you understood, but you didn't understand why no one tried shutting them up but you.

Shinra's voice grabbed your attention, though, only your ears perking up to listen.

"He always try to think he's better in skill than me! Tell him, ____, I'm stronger!"

"You can never be stronger than a knight, Shinra! You're not worthy of a great knights title, you belong under my feet!"

This was practically a daily routine of theirs and it was getting very difficult to deal with. Literally, none of the girls were even focused on them as they were doing their own thing when you looked at them... playing with fire in the building. You knew the lieutenant was possibly going to lay into them, if he heard about them messing around with their fire in the building, when he's gone.

And since you were very mature for your age, you knew he expected high expectations from you. But it was so hard to cope with, especially since you're tolerating this by yourself. Even though you do enjoy their company, they were so annoying. And your irritation was building up rapidly, causing you to grumble and storm out of the building, hearing everyone shouting out your name on exit.

You didn't mind them being noisy, when the time was appropriate but right now with as much as you need to get done, you couldn't tolerate this. You always made sure you put the most important things first, even though they are one, tracking down and figuring out internal combustion was something really important. That was your main task and you were determined to figure it out.

As you're sitting on the steps of your Fire Force Company, footsteps met your ears causing your head to look up in the direction of the source. It was the postman, coming around at his normal time of it being 12 o'clock in the afternoon, his blue suited uniform confirming him. You stood up and saluted out of instinct, just a sign of respect that you delivered to people who you saw fit.

"At ease, soilder there's no need for that," His words instantly made you relax, "I have a message for someone in your company named uh, ____ ____?"

You perked up at his words and nodded eagerly, "That's me, sir. Who does it say its from?"

His eyes looked down at the sealed white message that had a sticker in the corner along with writing, "Let's see. Weird... it doesn't actually say, maybe someone you know?"

"Maybe, but why would they leave their self anonymous?"

The postman handed you the message and you took it while observing it intently, trying to see if there was anything off about it. But it only seemed like a regular message, just that someone is either keeping their name anonymous or just forgot to put it. You didn't know, but you were going to make sure to run it by Captain Obi, when he and the Lieutenant are back from their meeting.

Placing the note aside with your other stack of papers, you turned to the postman who still stood there and watched you place that down. It's like he was concerned and curious about that message, as well, his eyes continuing to occasionally look at the sealed envelope. You just chuckled which caused him to look at you, trying to let him know that whatever is in the message isn't something he should worry about.

"Don't worry, I'll run this by my captain and see what he has to say."

"If you'd like, I could just take the message back and get verification from my higher ups to see if it's... safe, I guess?"

"No, there's no need for that I can assure you. Besides, if it was something bad I'm pretty sure they wouldn't send it as a message, right," He nodded his head with a shrug in an agreeing manner, "So don't worry too much, it'll be fine. But I have to finish my work so, have a good day."

He abruptly chuckled like he forgot he was speaking with a customer, "Right, I'll get going. You have a good day, as well Ms. ____."

You waved him off as he walked down the block to deliver more messages to people, giving you the opportunity to pierce your index finger in the edge of the envelope to rip it open. The flap of the envelope was glued as you ripped it from the paper to open it, revealing a white piece of paper inside. You were a little hesitant with opening it, your hands slightly trembling to pull it out.

It was folded in half, your left hand holding the torn own envelope while still assisting the right one to unfold the paper. And as you did, there was hardly anything on the paper, being only literally a few words that you didn't quite understand.

"You're getting more clever, everyday. Find me."

If you were supposed to understand that, it didn't quite ring any bells causing a tilt of confusion to act from your head. You were completely oblivious to what this was about, so you were going to show your captain when he gets back. It was kind of terrifying to you knowing that theirs someone out there being secretive and from this letter, they're possibly watching you as you're reading this note.

It's giving you the chills as you quieted, listening to the chirping birds as the wind blew through the tree's. That's the only thing you could hear as the night barely and slowly ascended to earth, your face secreting a little sweat just from the anxiousness. You swallowed the lump in your throat before bending down to pick up your things, collecting even the note to return into your company.

You just couldn't help the extreme feeling of feeling like you're now being watched, after you read that note. But you didn't want to spend your time alone outside anymore, rushing to get into the building as you saw everyone still doing what they previously were. You weren't even going to say nothing to them, just sitting down in your spot as you tried refocusing on your work. But you couldn't...

"Hey ____, you okay?"

The red headed Vulcan, another new recruit to your Special Fire Force Company questioned you with an concerned voice and face.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine..."

"Then why are you looking so bugged?" Shinra, who was previously fighting budded in and asked you as well.

Along side Arthur who also calmed down, "Yeah, you never look so bothered so what's up?"

Your hand held the note down, slightly scrunching it from nervousness in your hand. It was something about even being around your friends, that still made you feel like you were being watched. From the window to your left, you just felt like someone was eyeing you and stalking you like prey. If someone was, they really defined the words nerve and anxiousness very well.

But you needed your friends to know you were okay for now, "It's nothing, just wait... until Captain Obi and the Lieutenant get back."

...

Someone was in fact observing the young woman, watching her from the shadows and blowing away with the wind like dust in yesterday's dirty attic. But the source of the two statement note was going to stay anonymous, until the girl found them herself. But they knew who they were, and wanted her to find out for herself.

~~~

"I don't know what this means. Is there anyone you know that'll be this anonymous and mysterious, ____?"

"Nobody that I know of, sir."

"Maybe it's a secret crush or something?" The black haired Maki questioned, holding her hand on her chin to intensify her thinking.

Your face lit up with nervous blush, feeling slight nervousness bubbling in your gut. You hoped that wasn't the case, especially since you knew who would possibly do that if he had the guts to do so with that. But you weren't looking forward to this, besides, he didn't seem like the type that'll be this mysterious and for absolutely no reason.

"Shinra? Arthur?" The Lieutenant questioned, the glare on his glasses lighting up more intimidating than usual which physically made the two males momentarily freeze, "Did either of you write a love letter to ____? Or maybe, you Vulcan?"

Your eyes scanned all three of their faces, observing their nervous flushed features as they also saluted, both Arthur and Shinra speaking at the same time, "No sir!"

Vulcan only saluted as he nervously looked away from the Lieutenant with his blue eyes glued to the floor, still saluting, "No sir! If so, I'd be man enough to tell ____ to her face, privately!"

That made your heart flutter even more, eyeing the red headed male and seeing him shyly look up at you which made you smile, over drivin his nervousness and shyness. Even with your moment, your captain was still very focused on the mysterious note. But you became as focused as him, as well, since you're still thinking someone's watching you.

"Maybe... it's someone within the White Clad?" Shinra spoke up as he gained everyone and your attention, "I mean, think about it! ____ is very smart and is helping me gain intel on my brother, Sho, every single day! Maybe it's someone from the group who knows how much progress she has done and wants to... fight?"

Maybe his point was a very good and valid one. You're the main one in all the companies who's researching and gaining more information about the White Clad. The research you've been recovering too has been so good that you've now discovered the location of where they are, which was potentially your next mission. But you know how your captain is, and knows how he'll put it on hold for your protection.

"Hm, your point is very good, Shinra. Knowing that the Evangelist are possibility trying to personally contact you, ____, puts my protection into overdrive. If we're to act on our next objective, I can only do so much as captain to protect you."

"I understand, sir-"

"Just put her under my protection, Captain Obi." Captain Hibana had insisted, all eyes shifting to her as she strutted over to you, "____ will be secured under my surveillance, until you have completed your objective. I care for her as well, meaning I shall do whatever I can to keep her safe."

"I do trust your authority, Captain Hibana. However... it's you, please don't do anything too off- you know, for ____'s sake."

"Who do you take me for, numb skull?!"

Even if she wasn't your captain, she treated you as if you were one of her members in her Fire Force Company. You also trusted her and knows she'll do a great job keeping you safe, no matter what happens. And with that, Captain Obi decided to take Captain Hibana up on her insistence and let her guard you for a while.

Considering it's the White Clad they're going to be up agaisnt, Captain Obi didn't know how long the mission would take. Your company has faced off with them before, a couple of them and it wasn't an easy task at all. You personally barely escaped with your life, but thanks to Shinra and Captain Benimaru, they were able to dispose of them.

But there wasn't really time to discuss much more, especially since the mission has been delayed, it had to be started right now. Captain Obi and everyone expect you prepared for the mission, you kind of having envy towards them as you wanted to go. Just to help your comrades and be one step closer to helping Shinra and possibly finding the stop to internal combustion.

However, you have so much faith in your team and is almost certain that they can pull it off without you there. Failure was on your mind, but also consequences since you've discovered their location, which means all the Evangelists will most likely be present. Hopefully if they get cornered or ambushed, they'll have the power to push through.

Hopefully...

~~~

Just as you're sleeping in your bed inside your Special Fire Force Company barracks, your eyes unexpectedly open only half way to look at the window next to your bed. It was way darker than you thought it would be, by now, but you know that's not what woke you up. Your brain wakes you up when something is wrong or something is about to happen.

And you prepared yourself for anything, maybe an infernal about to pop up somewhere and your body just patiently waiting to react to anything. But, there was absolutley nothing happening as you kept your eyes open and sealed on the window. Just on instinct, you stood up and went over to the window to look upon your city to see a oddly peaceful looking night.

Usually there'll be fire bursting out of random houses like popcorn, but to see cars traveling back and forth without someone internally combustion brought a smile to you. You didn't know why the night was so calm and you were wondering if this is why you woke up. Something wanted you to see this peaceful night, how everything is functioning how it should without internal combusting.

With that kind of peace of mind, you decided to turn back in and lay your body upon your bed and grabbing your thick coverings to drape over your body. You sleep with the air on and with the warmth of your cover, it brought a feeling that took away all distractions. And... well, the coolness made you and your body think that if it's cold, then you won't go up in flames randomly.

That was just what you thought, just trying to keep yourself safe from the scariest thing in this lifetime. As you layed underneath the covers, you pulled the fabric up to your neck and adjusted your head comfortably to lay flat against your pillow. The smile on your face was from the peace of the night, your eyes shutting to lull you back into a slumber.

"I know I told you to come find me, ____~."

It felt like all life left your body as your nerves started dancing into an party of fear, hearing a deep voice ringing around your room that made you slowly look up and around. In the corner of your room was a tall figure with a purple eye beaming in your direction. You couldn't help the fear that shot through your body, seeing this.

The figure emerged from the darkness and slowly let the moonlight cascade upon the body, and from how deep and masculine the voice was you know it's a man. And you couldn't help but notice how familiar this voice was, though you couldn't pinpoint it. Your gun you used on infernals were on your night stand, watching the male come more into view as you quickly rolled to your side to get the weapon.

You didn't want to kill anyone but he's in your room, at night and you have no idea as to how he got in. As you grasped the handle of the gun, you cocked it and secured your mag in its chamber to make sure it was loaded in which it was. You pointed it to the male who instantly let his hands fly into the air, a string of deep and chilling chuckles coming past his lips.

"Keep your hands where I can see them, if you don't want me to shoot!"

Your voice of authority sounded like you were an officer, but it couldn't be helped due to this unknown man in your room.

"Woah woah, there's no need to get all fussy, ____," He stated as he dropped his hands which tightened your grip on your gun, "I told you to come find me, not fight me."

"Keep your hands in the air, okay!"

He did the exact opposite, sliding his hands to go into his pockets and before you could say anything, he dramatically let his face be known in the moonlit sky. You could see exactly who it was, your anonymous friend who saved you a year ago from an infernal. His long and lanky body, let alone his long black locks that confirmed his identity.

You don't even know how you missed the smell of slight smoke from the cigarette he puffed on. Almost instantly, you dropped your gun to your side but kept it at hip just in case he was actually here to fight and plus... you were remembering Shinra's words.

---

"Maybe it's someone from the group who knows how much progress she has done and wants to... fight?"

---

"Joker..?"

"I see you've joined the Fire Forces. What made you?"

You've only seen him that one time, when he saved you that day but thats it. You remember his name since he did save your life, which you're thankful for but you're confused as to why he's here right now. Not like you don't want him here, but you didn't understand that nor did you understand the logic behind that note he sent.

"Well, I realized that I was tired of all the random combusting so... I wanted to be of help, why are you- here?"

It just nerved you to think that he was here to fight, sweat slowly secreting from your pores even in the coolness of your room. He was just so intimidating and you know how strong he is, especially since the infernal he saved you from was like the demon ones instead of a person that just turned. He took it out like it was nothing and instantly disappeared as he told you his name, but that's the last time you saw him.

"Why am I here? You've been on a roll lately with your investigating, I had no choice! You figured out the White Clad's location, you just don't understand how close you are to discovering the truth. But consider this a reward for finding them so easily, ____, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"So I was right. Captain Obi and the others, they're-"

"Yup, about to face off with them as we speak."

You couldn't believe all your research on this mysterious group was paying off. The thought of actually being closer to the truth, as Joker said made your face emit a smile that couldn't be helped. The only thing you were worried about was how your friends are handling themselves, right now. Hopefully, they were holding up without any major injuries.

The gun in your hand was placed back on top of your nightstand, a sigh of relief escaping you from just finding Joker in your room and not some random stranger. Even if you both were still kind of strangers, you felt safe around him just because he did protect you that day. You admired him so much so you couldn't help but ask...

"So, are you coming back to watch over me, or something?"

"Who said I was coming back, huh?"

Your eyes looked up at his face that was staring at you blankly with that cigarette constantly burning, his hat covering his eye slightly in the shadows.

"Why not, though? I mean... what else could you be here for, Joker?"

"The same exact reason I just told you why I'm here. To give you information and a slight heads up."

That was understandable, but you personally thought it was more to it than that. Possibly because you were feeling more towards this man, than you should. He saved you that day fire soilders couldn't, and you've felt something for him ever since, that's why you remember his face and name without a single problem.

"What do you need me for? You're in the fire force now, you don't need my protection."

"I know-! I just... you're special to me."

His visible eye stared at you before his deep voice spoke again, "How am I special to you? We only met once, there shouldn't be anything there, me passing by on that day was just a coincidence."

"But you saved my life, Joker! Is it wrong for me to have stronger feelings than what I should have-!?"

"No, but you shouldn't. Besides, anyone can save a person's life, doesn't mean you should fall for them."

You were slightly taken a back from his words, your head jerking back mixed with a gasp of pure surprise. You knew he was right but you couldn't help it, he held a special place in your heart even if you've only seen him once. He didn't have to save you that day but he did, and that's why he was so damn special to you.

He had every right not to feel the same way, but you wanted to know if he at least felt something. It was obvious that he didn't, though, your head nodding in understanding that. You weren't going to let this bother you, just as long as your research was all coming together, you found that to be more important than just this.

"You're right I apologize for that, it was so stupid."

"No it wasn't," He quickly stated with a sigh after what you said, "There's not much I care about in this world but on that day, when I saved your life, there was a moment of regret for just leaving you there after saving you. It felt like a low thing to do but you gotta understand that I can't stay here, where people can see me. So, no I'm not here to be your babysitter if that's what you're thinking."

You understood everything he said completely and you don't know whats happened to him in the past, but you weren't going to ask. You appreciated what he did for you on that day.

"Well, the least I can do is thank you. I didn't get a chance to, since you left as soon as you killed that inferno." His purple eye practically glowed in the darkness as he stared at you, his expression still being kind of emotionless with his pearly whites being on display with his lips parted slightly. He wasn't saying anything, neither so you proceeded to talk.

"I appreciate your help on that day. I know you didn't have to save me that day but you did, and I've admired you everyday for that. So, thank you. I wish I could repay you but... I don't know what you like or if you take gifts, so I'll settle on just thanking you."

"There is one thing you can do," He took long strides over to you with his hands still stuffed in his pockets before leaning his face close to you which made you jerk your head back with red tinting your cheeks, "You could kiss me."

"H-huh?!"

"Come on, girlie. With my part of always being anonymous, like a ghost, I've never kissed a woman before. At least, not in a long while... BUT, you can change that as the favor I want."

You didn't know how to feel about that, your heart pounding in a way that never happened before. He didn't seem like he was joking, in fact he even took his cigarette out of his mouth to hold it in between his fingers. It was the most nerve racking thing to ever happen to you, since you've never properly kissed someone before.

Apparently if it wasn't about sex, your ex's found it irrelevant so they left you. But Joker just patiently waited for you to kiss him, his visible purple eye sparkled with anticipation. Like he really wanted you to kiss him and you had to control your breathing, before you did. Your eyes trailed to his lips that was parted open, his tongue peering out to wet his lips.

"Can I?" You questioned as you brought both your hands to his shoulders which you had to reach pretty high for stability and he let you. Your heart rapidly beated in your chest as you grabbed a hold of his shoulder, but he returned the favor by colliding your bodies together and placing his hands on your wide hips.

"Go ahead, ____... kiss me."

He played his part in leaning down to kiss you too, your face inching to his and capturing his lips that were surprisingly soft. His purple eye closed and so did both of yours, feeling how his lips shook hands and acquainted with yours perfectly. The feeling was something you craved and apparently he did too, as his arms wrapped around your waist to lift you up and on his hips.

You were momentarily motionless, letting your legs just dangle until you decided to lock around his body. The kiss only continued, Joker nudging your bottom lip with his tongue and swiftly taking it in between his teeth and lips. He sucked and occasionally nibbled on your thick bottom lip, a suprising moan and satisfied groan coming from both of you.

His kiss wasn't aggressive, more like very passionate with a hunger for you. He didn't want to let your lips go, his tongue pressing at your own and trying to flatten it so he could have full control of your mouth. You were so distracted by the kiss that you didn't realize your back pressing agaisnt the soft mattress of your bed, with Joker still between your legs to press himself agaisnt you.

That was what made you push at his shoulders, besides the desperate need of air you could feel a hard muscle pressing agaisnt your lower half. He was hesitant with letting your lips go, satisfaction being with him as he saw his saliva break from yours and stick to your swollen lips. But he didn't miss your face, eyes wide and breathing ragged.

"What's up?"

"Joker... you said kiss you..."

"Uh huh."

"Then, what are you doing?"

"I wanna kiss your insides, too~."

You couldn't even respond to that once his lips were back agaisnt yours, his hands free roaming your body in an elegant loving way. His hands were already tugging at the small shorts you wore when you sleep, your hold becoming tighter on his shoulders but his hands became more forceful. He only managed to pull them down to the middle of your calves, from the movements you were doing.

But he was getting slightly annoyed, so he pulled away from your lips to let it be known.

"Didn't you say you felt something towards me? Then let me show you what I've been feeling towards you."

But how could you, especially since...

"I've never done this before, Joker. We just reunited in what felt like years, so why are you moving so fast?"

"You know how I am, of course. Then you know I won't be here tomorrow, so why not let this happen?"

That also meant he'd leave you alone by yourself, again, but you wanted to remember his touch. His big hands that lovingly touched your body. And with your silence, he presumed to taking your shorts off and dropping them to the floor, while staring into your face. You've never felt this kind of emotion from anyone, and it hurt your heart knowing he won't be here in the morning.

But his touch was like a rushing flame that burned upon your skin, making you hiss from the ghost of his fingertips grazing your thighs. You shivered as your attention averted to his hands that trailed down your thighs, and back up in a teasing manner. He let his fingers stop just in between your thighs, pulling them slighty apart just so he could moisten his fingers with the damp patch on your underwear.

You've never been touched like this, before, Joker moving his right hand to grasp your thigh while his left kept his fingers on your panties, his thumb nudging your covered clit. On instinct, your body shuddered and arched from his actions, Joker letting out a chuckle from the way he was making your body feel. There was only one thing that was bothering him, though.

"I can't stay here long, so this'll be quick, ____," His deep voice saddened every nerve in your body as you didn't want this to end so quickly, "But I promise to make your first time as memorable as possible."

His hands retracted from your body to grip at both sides of his open jacket and throwing it off, also removing his hat and tossing it onto the floor alongside his jacket. The buckle of his pants met your ears, making your mind sizzle with a storm of anxiousness that flooded all your senses. This was really going to happen, Joker unbuttoning his belt and pants as he let it ride on his hips.

You just had to look down, your eyes meeting the thick outline of his bulge shielded by his grey boxers. But before he atoned to himself, his hands reached for your body to tug at your underwear to pull them down and off your body. He stared into your eyes the entire time, making sure you were comfortable and looking for any signs of backing out which wasn't evident.

So he just pulled them down completely and off your legs, leaving you in only the large shirt you wore with the shorts. Your cheeks flushed as he took your underwear in both his hands and sniffed the fabric, as if he was trying to imprint your smell in his nostrils. He let those drop to the floor as well, before returning his attention back to you and grabbing your hips to pull you against him.

His thighs touched the back of yours, the male lifting your legs up and pulling them to ride on his hips. He wanted you to have a full view of everything, his hands going to the bulge of his underwear as he gripped it and maneuvered it through the fabric. Your flushed face only brightened as you watched how his cock shifting behind his clothes, his hands squeezing himself ever so slightly and groaning deeply.

Before he did anything else, though, he leaned his hands forward and reached your stomach to push your shirt up and above your plush stomach. Instant embarrassment drove into your body, feeling your insecurities about your figure coming into play. You couldn't even look the man in his eye, since he stopped as soon as your stomach was visible.

You could hear him somewhat growling... just before his hands were felt caressing the soft flesh of your stomach, surprise interfering your mind as you looked to see him now leaning down to place a wet kiss against your stomach as he dragged his tongue to taste your flesh. The sight was rather erratic, but it brought a warmth to your heart.

"You're so chubby and it's cute~."

You've never heard anyone compliment you like that, your eyes trying to well tears that you resisted to let go. Pushing his body back up, Joker placed your legs in their previous spot on his hips so you could get your view again. He was very slender but as he pulled his shirt up and pulled it only over his head, staying on his shoulders, you got a full view of the abs that were formed on his body.

Being defined and toned just enough that complimented his slender torso, the v shaped lines trailing in his underwear having some kind of affect on you. His body was very toned, even if he was so slender the sight was mouthwatering to you. He saw your staring and could only let his pearly whites be on display which only made him more admirable, at this very moment.

Joker hooked both his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and pulled at them, letting just his left hand hold them open while his right hand fished to dig himself out. Your eyes gaped open once he pulled himself out, displaying the throbbing and girthy length that looked far to big for him to carry around. He saw how your body flinched as he let his cock go with it hitting bouncing up and slapping against his abdomen from how hard he was.

He pulled you flush agaisnt his body as he smirked and chuckled from your reaction, "Where do you think you're going, ____? You've gotten me all riled up, now it's time for you to take care of it~."

His lengthy cock was intimidating, but he knew he wasn't going to purposely hurt you. Taking both of your ankles into his left hand, he hoisted your legs up which gave him a better display of your oozing cunt. You were so wet and you haven't been doing anything but kissed, but he can see how much that riled you up as well. And the view of your pussy throbbing caused his cock to twitch, the veins protruding his length pulsing against the skin.

"You're so wet and from what, just kissing me? You're so sexy, ____~."

Your face heated up even more, especially when he grabbed the base of his cock and used that as leverage to tap his hard tip against your clit which made your body jolt. The situation was still so nerve racking, and your body knew that it was up for something like your eyes were sending it signals. The taps of his hard tip against your clit electrified your nerves, and arching your back once he pressed his tip between your lips to slide in between your slit.

The feeling was so pleasurable that you couldn't help but squirm and breathlessly moan, "Ngh~!" And he hasn't even penetrated you, yet. But you and your body was tired of this teasing, "Joker please! Just... put it in!"

"Woah, so needy and demanding. I love it~!"

He didn't even waste time with displaying more of your cunt to him, so he could push the head of his cock against your opening to push in. Your eyes snapped open, a throaty moan rushing from your lips and into the air which made Joker stick two fingers in your mouth while he still sat up on his knees, with his tip still inside you.

"You may wanna be quiet, ____. We wouldn't wanna alert that woman in the other room, would we?" You had honestly forgot about Captain Hibana who was watching over you so you'd without a doubt have to be quiet. "So, suck on my fingers, baby. Don't make a sound, and this'll go just as we plan~."

But the pain of him pushing more of his thick cock in was unbearable, the thickness seeming to widen the more he pushed in. Your body couldn't really handle this, biting down harshly on his fingers that he had yet to pull from your mouth. Your walls were gripping him so tightly so that's all he could focus on, feeling how your walls struggled to shape and fit around him.

His eyes wouldn't even stay open, his jaw hanging from the the unbelievable warmth and wetness that continued to secrete around his cock. Your cunt was so sopping wet that it was hard for him to keep himself buried inside you, and the pain of your purity loss was blinded quickly by your own wetness and his thickness. The hard tip of his cock collided with the entrance of your womb, so easily which made your body explode.

He was so confused until he looked down at his cock stuffed in your cunt as your hole quivered and convulsed violently around him. The sensation caused a thick rush of pre-cum to escalate from his tip, his body shivering and nearly bringing his high that quickly. However, he held himself back because he wanted to enjoy and savor this moment with you.

And good God was this possibly the best moment of Joker's life, along with yours. You felt like you were parted with him and so did he, the pulse of his cock on your insides intensifying your orgasm. He was a little breathless from your bodies reaction, "Damn... you really just came from me entering you..? What a sexy ass reaction~!"

He didn't miss a beat as he pulled himself out halfway only to slowly push himself back in, your body arching extremely into his hips. Joker consistantly let his cock pleasurably glide and agaisnt all the sweet spots imprinted in your plush walls. His grip on your ankles tightened as he slightly held your legs down to get a better angle in your sopping cunt as he pressed his hand down on the other side of your body.

Your body trembled from his every thrust, his hips driving his cock into you in a motion that nearly brought tears to your eyes, "Joker let m-me..! Ngh~!" Your first orgasm didn't even pacify, yet, but Joker just continued beating at your already oversensitive cunt. Your legs were getting sore and tired too, from the impact of his thighs agaisnt the back of your legs along with the massive balls of his that swung and tapped your clit.

If he was being honest with himself, he didn't ever want to lose the feeling of your fluttering walls that sloppily sucked on his leaking cock, occasionally pulling on his hard tip. His hips skillfully pulled back and fucked back into you, his stroke pulling out downwardly as he fucked back into you with his hips angling up to destroy your walls in every way.

"You're so tight, ____! I bet this is what you were waiting for, wasn't it~?"

Hearing him practically moan your name made your legs buckle, your thighs trembling the more he drove his length into you. His pounding only became more aggressive, his large hands separating your legs to grasp both of your ankles and hold them open for him to see everything. The position was embarrassing as you pushed your hands forward to reach for his abdomen, which shielded your body from his eyes to see.

"Huh, that won't do, ____! I wanna see all of you, when I'm fucking you~!" His hands gripped your arms that was reaching for his abdomen, gripping them and pulling you towards him as he began rapidly drilling himself into your gushing and spasming cunt. You needed something to take a hold of, feeling like your body was about to explode from the rock hard cock punishing your insides.

He pulled you perfectly into his thrust, meeting that bulbous hard tip of his that nearly broke through the entrance to your womb. You couldn't even form any words, feeling how drool started trickling down both corners of your mouth. Joker just continued picking up how harshly his hips made impact with your own, feeling his cock hitting your cervix while keeping the same pace.

Your warm walls was sucking so hard on him that he could feel how his own veins trailed in his cock, your soft walls nearly shaping every detail in his cock to fit perfectly around him. The more he pushed himself inside of you, the more your voice got caught in your throat. Your first orgasm still had your body trembling, but Joker wanted you to remember this that's why he didn't stop.

But, he also didn't want to forget this moment. He's had his share of sex in the past but nothing special at all... except this. He hates how he can feel his orgasm pulsing in his cock, his balls electrifying jolts in his sack as he only increased his pace. His hands let your arms go so they could fall to your sides, before he romantically took both of your hands in his as he leaned his body close to yours so he could practically desperately fuck into you.

His hands were intertwined with yours, while his lips was on yours and the feeling was so amazing that tears escaped your eyes. From the sensitivity, to the heartache of him leaving you. He could feel your orgasm right there, letting your hands go as he wrapped his arms around your torso and began fucking down into your deepest sensitive area that caused you to explode like that.

Your arms wrapped around his torso, "Joker... ngh~!!!" You shouted as your walls tightened around his cock that was still pounding into you. But his orgasm was right there, his deep voice grunting and groaning loudly as he secured his grip around your body and shot his thick load inside you. With your extreme orgasm, you couldn't even focus on that, let alone the darkness that started clouding your vision.

Your eyes became heavy, feeling the warm substance inside you and your hearing quieting the more your orgasm washed over you. The last thing you heard was, "I won't let you forget this..." Before your body completely succumb you into a deep slumber.

~~~

After you woke up on that day, you didn't expect to see Joker beside you, which he wasn't. But, you also didn't expect to see how much he cleaned you up along with the letter he handwritten and left on your nightstand. You didn't expect anything he said in the letter neither, but your heart felt whole from it as you couldn't stop reading it.

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'Listen, ____. I shouldn't be doing this because I know how dangerous it is, for me but a side of me can't help this. And a side of me wants to be with you. I usually just disappear and never return after sex, but you're special. I can't just let you go and be a one night stand, I want to be with you. Just give me time because when it's right, I'll visit you as much as I can. This was the first time we did it but I fucking love you, ____. You better fucking be there, when I want you. Don't let no one else have you, or know about our relationship. Only we can know, and that's it. I'll see you some other time, babygirl~.'

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The fact that he was true to his word was something that completed your world, he always visits you and you don't even care how long he takes sometimes. He tries his hardest to spend as much time with you as he possibly can.

No one in your company ever found out who the source of the mysterious note was, but you full well know who it was from. Everytime you and Joker spend time together, you can't help but tease him with some of the cheesy things he said in his letter.

But you love it and you love him, even if he only gets you back by putting you in your place, as he says. No matter how you see it, both of you stayed true to your words and only know about each other. He didn't fade away from your heart or your life and with that, everyday is bright for you both.

~~~~~

[watchmegetobsessed]

The Hottest Avenger - Bucky Barnes

a/n: im warning you, i will probably not stop for a while with the bucky fics so... brace yourselves lol! also i wrote this before ep 5 came out so its placed in that time

pairing: Bucky X Reader

warnings: TFATWS spoiler, some violence? nothing extreme

word count: 1.8k

summary: Being locked together with Sam and Bucky brings the worst out of you, picking on each other constantly. Following an arguement Bucky accidentally calls you his girlfriend in front of Sam when your relationship was supposed to be a secret.

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“Did you fucking eat the last dumpling?” you accuse Sam, holding up the empty takeout box where you thought were one more dumpling, one you’ve saved for yourself, but now it’s gone as Sam is eyeing you with his mouth full.

“Thought it was mine,” he mumbles, his words barely understandable from all the food in his mouth.

Taking a deep breath you’re trying not to jump at his throat right then and there. You’ve been locked up together all damn day in the trashy apartment across the street from the building where’s Zemo supposed to be hiding. Sharon had a tip about a possible place where he might be found, but you’ve been waiting to no avail for now. You’ve been growing stressed and impatient. You lost track of Karli and her people and now you can’t seem to find Zemo either. If it wasn’t for the Dora Milaje, you wouldn’t bother to be so after the asshole, but Bucky said if Ayo finds him first, he is dead and every useful information he holds goes to the grave with him so now you are forced to look for him. One failed mission has been following the other these days, that incompetent dickhead John is on the loose too after murdering that man in front of civilians and you feel like control has slipped out of your grip a long time ago. Now you’re stuck with Sam and Bucky in this crappy place, waiting by the window, watching out for Zemo and on top of everything… Sam ate your last dumpling.

Just when you’re about to snap at him, you feel a strong grip on your shoulder. You don’t have to look up to know it’s Bucky right behind you, but not just because he is the only other person in the room beside you and Sam, but also because you know his touch probably more than anyone. Only that most of the times it’s not your shoulder he is gripping…

It’s been going on for a long time between the two of you. Started with just some innocent flirting and you never thought it would grow into something more significant, but it did. And now you are officially in a relationship with none other than the Winter Soldier, only that no one else knows about it and you plan to keep it that way. You don’t need the teasing and jokes and the Avengers are known to be dicks sometimes, especially Sam.

Glancing up your eyes meet Bucky’s blue irises and he sends you a look that says “just let it go”, and though every fiber in you wants to whoop Sam’s ass, you let it slip.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna get mad about a dumpling,” Sam chuckles as he chews on the food that you should be enjoying right now.

“I can get mad about whatever I want to,” you growl back, growing quite irritated of him at this point.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he huffs under his breath, clearly not as bothered as he should be. Before you could do any harm in him, you leave your spot by the window, needing a breather from… well, from him.

“Hey, it’s still your turn!” he calls after you.

“I need a break,” you growl back.

“Get your ass back here, we agreed to switch every two hours!”

“Sam! I’m walking out because I’m way too tempted to punch you in the face right now!” you snap at him, losing your patience. He rises from his seat with a hard expression, not quite a fan of the way you just talked to him, but you couldn’t care less.

“You think you could actually throw one? Because last time we fought you couldn’t really get a hold of me,” he narrows his eyes at you, coming to stand tall in front of you, trying to intimidate you with how much taller and stronger he might be, but you both know you’re a better fighter.

“It’s easy to talk with your fancy tech stuff. Why don’t we see who wins in a simple battle?” you challenge him with faked boredom.

“Guys, stop. We should be looking out for Zemo, not tearing each other apart,” Bucky tries to end the staring contest, sticking his metal arm between the two of you in case any of you decides to launch at the other one.

“Then tell her to stop bitching!” Sam nods in your way.

“I’m not bitching, I’m just fed up with your bullshit!” you spat back at him, leaning closer, your chest coming in contact with Bucky’s extended arm.

“Don’t talk to her like that, Sam,” Bucky warns him, but Sam snorts dryly.

“Don’t tell me you are taking her side, she is throwing a fit for a fucking dumpling!”

“I’m not taking sides, just trying to settle this stupid disagreement here,” he defends himself and you roll your eyes.

“You can’t tell me she is not overreacting it, Buck!” Sam laughs in disbelief, taking a step back, dropping the act that he wants to fight you. He probably knows he would come out as a ridiculous loser. “This is fucking insane, I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit, Y/N,” he shakes his head.

“Hey!” Bucky snaps at him. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that, okay?!”

“I’m just—wait, what?!” Sam’s eyes widen and you freeze too.

Your dumbass boyfriend didn’t just out the two of you, did he? What else is about to come?! Sam’s shock turns into a cocky grin as his eyes shift between you and Bucky.

“You guys… you guys are fucking?” he asks with a delightful laugh and you close your eyes sighing, already tired of his shit.

“That’s not—We’re not fucking, I mean… It’s not like that,” Bucky stutters, but it’s just making it worse. He looks at you with terror in his eyes, but you are way too drained to deal with it the right way.

“Yes, we are fucking! And we are in a mature adult relationship! Get yourself over it!” you bark at Sam before turning around and walking out.

You faintly hear the two men talk inside, but you don’t make out the words. You don’t go too far, sitting on the steps leading up to the third floor. Soon enough you hear the door of the apartment open with a creak and a moment later Bucky shows up in your sight. He sits beside you, remaining silent for a little before speaking up.

“Sorry for running my mouth,” he mumbles, his head hanging low.

“It’s… fine,” you breathe out. Bucky fidgets with his fingers and you know he wants to touch you in any kind of way as a reassurance that it really is fine. You don’t want to hold a grudge, it was an accident, you’re just a little bummed it’s not gonna be just the two of you anymore. Reaching out you take his hand, the real one that’s flesh and meat and you lace your fingers together as he peeks at you, still reserved and hesitant.

“Is it really fine or are you just bottling it up?”

“It really is fine,” you chuckle softly and leaning closer you kiss his scruffy cheek. “The only reason I wanted to keep it a secret is because you know how vickery the guys can get. I just didn’t want them to pick on us.”

“They do it because they are just jealous,” he smirks playfully, his shoulder bumping against yours.

“Yeah? Of what?” A soft chuckle slips through your lips.

“That I scored the hottest Avenger,” he replies smugly and you can’t help but laugh with your head snapping back.

“I didn’t know you were fucking Thor!” you retort and immediately see his smirk vanish from his lips as he stares back at you, not enjoying your joke as much as you are.

“Thor? Really? Not this shit again, Y/N,” he narrows his eyes at you. Back when you were just skirting around each other, you loved pulling his leg, joking about how much you are into the hottest Avenger, aka Thor. He never appreciated it, usually earned you a tight-lipped smile before he mumbled “Tarzan’s got nothing on me” before walking away, leaving you laughing like a hyena.

“Come on, you know I’m more into super soldiers,” you grin, leaning closer as he pepper his sharp jawline with more small kisses.

“You know, it’s not the best thing to say to your boyfriend when there are now about eight more super soldiers running around,” he huffs.

“But none of them has a metal arm,” you point out, finally making him laugh.

“So that’s your kink? A vibranium arm?” he asks with faked shock and you curl your arms around his bicep, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“How haven’t you realized yet?” you chuckle. Bucky turns his head until his lips can capture yours in a sweet, lighthearted kiss that makes you forget about everything that’s been clouding over your mind these past days. All the failures, the mistakes and chaos fades into nothing, because you have him and he has you.

Walking back into the apartment Sam stares back at you, neither of you entirely sure how to act after what just happened. He then grabs his phone from the dusty table before holding it up.

“I could order some extra dumplings,” he offers and you crack a smile shaking your head. This was his peace offering, both of you knows he won’t straight up apologize for the way he talked, but this is already more than what you were expecting from him. Bucky must have had a few words with him before joining you outside.

“It’s all good.”

The three of you get back to work, taking your previous spots, returning to the task on hand as silence falls on the room once again. You catch Sam glancing at you and the Bucky and you can tell he is about to make a snarky comment on your relationship. And just as he is about to open his big mouth, Bucky moves to silence him, but you’re faster. With a simple move you throw Sam to the ground, keeping him down with your hand wrapped around his neck.

“Don’t even think about teasing, understood?” you hiss at him as he gasps for air, his hands wrapping around your wrist as he tries to fight you off, but you hold him a second longer to emphasize the importance of your words. Then you finally let go of him and he coughs for air, fixing him up from the floor as you simply walk back to your spot by the window.

“Hottest Avenger, huh?” he breathes out, revealing that he heard what you talked about out on the stairs. “More like the Avenger with the most anger issues…”

You just grin, glancing over at your boyfriend who is now standing with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothered by his friend’s struggles on the floor as he smirks back at you, nodding proudly as if he was saying: “That’s my girl.”

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

[thegalaxysyst3m]

A System Fic because Times are Rough

letting you know ahead of time this isnt edited worth a damn. have fun reading, friends.

It was all the boy could do to walk his feet up the stairs. It brought him to his knees. A place he hadnt been in a while. The floor. Crying. The floor. Why are you in the floor. You're better than this. He could almost hear him saying it to him. But the Doctor was kinder than that. Kinder than cruel words and bitter thoughts.

His doctor was always kind. old and angry sometimes, sure, but always kind to him. he was pretty sure, that if he'd asked, The Doctor would stop the world for him. And he loved it. Appreciated it more than the timelord probably knew.

and here he was crying on his hands and knees sobbing like a little girl. he wasnt a girl. he wasnt little. he was 16. stronger than this. god he hated this. none of the events were even that big of a deal. he knew that, truly. it just sidnt seem to matter to his idiot dumb brain.

a sigh escaped his lips as silent tears streaked and salted his cheeks. "Adam?"

fuck. great. just what he wanted. the one and only person he couldnt yell at had walked in. at the worst possible time. god why couldnt he just learn to shut up and keep his mouth shut. why couldnt the peoplw in his head just stop taking over his life and acting for him. why did they have to keep reacting like this at irrational dangers that didnt really exist. so what if he was throwing up because he ate too much popcorn. thats no reason for someone to get angry and start a stupid arguement about wallmart and their dumb glasses policies with a stupid stubborn adult who hasnt been to get glasses at walmart since 20018. fuck. now he was basically tLKING out loud. even worse.

it took a great weight for the system to sigh as the doctors footsteps got ever closer and ever quieter as they crossed the metal and glass floor of the orangy lit up console room. he quietly sat down showing his hands like he'd learned to over the years before making any effort to touch the boy during emotional times.

"hey... I'm here"

"i'm sorry, doc. I'm really not worth your time. I think you should just take me home. take us home. It'd save you a bother."

"save me a bother? take you lot home? the ever famed Galaxy System wants to go home?"

"yeah..."

"okay..." he had that face on again. the sad one. the lonely one. "are you sure? I mean, I will if thats what you all want. but, please, listen to me. I promise. I will not ever think of you as a burden, Adam. Not you. or any of you for that matter. So if you're just saying you want to leave because you think you're too broken or too wrong to stay, then stop- please- stop thinking like that."

"why?"

"because you're not. you will always be worth myu time. I will *make* time for you. I will make time out of thin air for you if I had to.... Do you really want to go?"

"..." I shook my head. "no. I wanna stay, Doc. I really do."

"good..." He lightly put a warm, calm, hand to my face, gently catching the running tears with his thumb. "now let's dry those tears and get you some nice chamomile tea, okay? Who wants tea? how many cups am I making tonight? Just us or one for Jessie and you? maybe one for jenna? I know she loves tea."

He was making us laugh again as he held our face with his hands, wiping the rest of the tears.

"just me is fine, doc. Thank you."

"no need to thank me, Adam. Please just know- I *need* you to know- that even if no one else you know cared about you, you will *always* *always* have me. I will always care. no matter what. SO stay for me, okay? Stay here. Stay alive. Stay strong for me. Because I know just how hard it is to think you're worth nothing to anybody. But you are worth so much to me. SO much to people you've never even met. and So much to people who might never even say it aloud to you."

"I know today has been rough. Hell. Just the last couple hours have been horrible. But please, please, know that I will always be here when you need me. All you have to do if I'm not there is ask for me and I will show up faster than you can say 'hello'."

"thank you, doc. Really."

he let out a hum as I finally sat my head down on his shoulder. peaceful. quiet. calm.

God it really was my favorite thing. I don't think I could ever have enough. I'd fallen asleeo like this many times before. and he had let me every time... "I love you..."

*"I love you too... get some rest, starlight"*

[dangan-meme-palace]

Sometimes I think if Saihara had the guts to feel betrayed when his friends, well, betray him and instead of being sorry make him stand for their ideals they were not able to stand for themselfs he'd be more likeable, not sure if realistic applies too, but like, I would feel betrayed were I to take his place

Shuichi is so strange to me. He feels like 2-3 people in one body.

At times he adamantly believes that he must search for the truth no matter who the culprit is and no matter how painful it is, other times he's throughly convinced that he needs to blindly believe in people and that suspecting certain people –even if there is evidence– is wrong because Kaito told him so.

Notably, he only believes that he must find the truth when

The narrative needs to progress (EX: during trials where he can't get the wrong answer because the story/game isn't over yet or Chapter 1 where he needs to set up Kaede's plot for the story to progress)

It doesn't involve suspecting anyone he's actually close to (EX: he always vehemently denies to himself that Kaito could ever commit murder even if the evidence is pointing to Kaito and he doesn't have evidence to deny Kaito's plausible involvement)

It largely sounds like an inconsistency born from him being forced into the protagonist role. If he hadn't become the protagonist would he have been biased in all situations instead of just the convenient ones? It's something to think about.

Back on topic, I remember during Kirumi's trial everyone doesn't want to suspect Kirumi because she's their "mom" and has been taking care of everyone, and during that trial Shuichi has to force everyone to look at the facts instead of going by their emotions. He seemed pretty upset that people weren't listening to the truth he had found and stood his ground because he knew he was in the right for trying to listen to his head and not his heart in the dangerous situation they were all in.

However, when this scenario happens again in Chapter 4 Shuichi does a complete turn around and while he still forces himself to find the truth despite the others, he also seems to believe he was in the wrong for some reason? He didn't blame himself for finding the answer in Chapter 2 but he did in Chapter 4 and I can't tell if it's because Kaito's influence on Shuichi was stronger in the latter chapters or if Shuichi's writing and character were just that inconsistent.

Narratively, Shuichi couldn't blame Kaito for being biased for some reason and I'm suspecting it has something to do with the narrative's need to make Shuichi and the players glorify Kaito, but I'm not sure why it was so important to glorify him unless they wanted people to analyze the game and they put in some very obvious questionable moments to let us know that our protagonist and narrator is unreliable and that we have to find the truth for ourselves which is... if they were trying to do that then they failed, looking at the general views of the fandom's majority.

I don't really have much of an arguement for that being the case aside from the theme of Truth and Lies maybe extending to the story itself? Like how the cast believed that Gonta was manipulated twice but wasn't, or how Kokichi was evil and inconsiderate when he wasn't, etc. Maybe we're being challenged to find the truth for ourselves like in those cases and not rely on the cast or even Shuichi, who is flawed at points in the story? But this is just my crackhead conspiracy rather than an analysis I can back up.

I'm kind of stumped on why they would set the story up like this if my speculation is off (which it very well could be, I've always sucked at discerning Author's Purpose), but I know that Shuichi blaming himself and not the others seems to be important to whatever the writers were trying to do. It's... kind of unfortunate no matter what though. I was really upset when Shuichi didn't blame Kaito for acting like a toddler and backtracked on the mindset he had in Chapter 2 which seemed to be something like "facts over feelings so we don't fucking die" lol. Shuichi being written in this way makes him feel more like a doormat or a puppet of the narrative rather than an actual person, which in turn makes him more lackluster imo.

Anyway, if anyone has their own conspiracy theory I'm all ears. I can't quite make the puzzle pieces connect aside from connecting them with red string on a corkboard lmao

-tech

[fortheloveoffanfic]

The One That Stays

Keanu Reeves x reader  (A/n- Releases for this one will be on Sundays)

Chapter 1- Acquaintance 

“‘Cause baby when I heard you, For the first time I knew, We were meant to be as one.” -Kylie Minogue, Love At First Sight.

Parties had never really been her scene, they were loud, everyone always got sweaty and the general smell of perspiration mixing with alcohol was never one she had grown particularly fond of. This one was no different. If only she had found a way out of it in time. 

"Come on," a female voice said next to Y/n, and their arms linked at the elbows, "This is my work party, we're supposed to be having fun!"

"Julie....." Y/n groaned, frowning, "You know this isn't my scene."

"I never understood that," she giggled, "You like booze, you like music. Parties put those things together for you, what's not to like?"

"The people," Y/n stated plainly, offering a deadpan stare, "I don't like people."

Julie rolled her eyes, urging Y/n up, taking a long swing of her drink before continuing her arguement, "Well," she broke into another winning smile and Y/n was beginning to think that her friend was already drunk, "You love me, and I'm a person."

Y/n sighed, partly in exasperation, but mostly in humor, "That's different, you're....different." Juile was different, she had been Y/n's best friend since middle school. They were inseparable.

Julie finished her drink with a sigh of her own, "Look," she began, tone a little more even than before, "I know you don't like all of this," she gestured to the crowd on the dance floor, "And I know that I've been dragging you to parties since we were in high school, but I swear, this time I brought you here for a reason," when Y/n tilted her head to the side in question, Julie finished, "I want you to meet someone!"

"Who?"

"You'll see," she sang, beaming and Y/n couldn't help but smile in return, "But in the mean time, let's get you a stronger drink."

It was nearing ten pm and Julie was already drunk. Like ‘slurring her words’, ‘wobbling while she walked’ drunk. Y/n had had significantly less than she had, already realizing that she would have to chaperone before Julie did something that she might regret. “Where is this person anyway?” Y/n asked finally, almost having to shout over the music.

“Who?” Julie returned, scrunching her noise, still swaying in time with the beat.

“The person you wanted me to meet,” Y/n tired to ease the glass out of Julie’s hand, setting it on their table, urging her to sit, “Maybe you’ve had too many martinis. Stay here, I’ll get you some water.”

As Y/n stood, Julie grabbed her wrist, “Don’t be such a drag Y/n/n. We’re young and free!” She giggled, using her free hand to make exaggerated gestures, “Just.....” for a moment she trailed off, plump pink lips going agape and her glassy blue eyes went wide, presumably with recognition, “There he is!” She pointed to a figure sitting on a barstool at another table, half way across the room, talking to a group of people. 

“He?” Y/n probed incredulously, “This person is a ‘he’? Jules, I love you, but this better not be a set up. After that cop you set me up with-”

“Jason was a detective. A hot one that I met through a credible source,” she pouted, trying to tug her hand away from Y/n’s loose grip, “Besides you'll like him. I promise.”

“No.....just....no okay. I’m not dating right now and I have all this work stuff going on and.....I just...” Y/n huffed, she didn’t really have and explanation and Julie didn’t seem to be paying attention anyway.

“Just, shh,” Julie’s slender finger went to Y/n’s lips as she stood, almost stumbling forward, “I know you babe, you’re my sister. I love you. And this guy, he’s amazing. And really, you kind of already know him.” Before Y/n could object again, Julie hand taken her hand, lacing their fingers and pulling Y/n towards the man, whose face had yet to be revealed. 

They weaved through the guests, only bumping into a few who didn’t even seem to notice. As they drew closer, Julie’s arm went up, and she started waving as she called, “Keanu!”

At the sound of his name, the formerly mysterious figure turned around, giving away his identity. Sucking into a shocked breath, Y/n stopped abruptly, “Julie!” She whispered loudly into her friends ear, trying to make her stop too, “That’s Keanu fucking Reeves. That’s the friend you wanted me to meet?”

“Duh,” she laughed, hugging Y/n closer, “Please,” she whined, “You love him!”

“I love his movies,” Y/n corrected matter-of-factly, “How do you know him anyway?”

Julie rolled her eyes, which told Y/n that the reason should have been plainly obvious, “He’s the lead in the movie I was writing for.” Julie, for as long as they had known each other, had maintained big dreams of one day becoming a screen writer. As children she’d write plays, stories and everything else, and eventually, she had gotten the chance to peruse her goals in college, graduating at the top of her film class. 

“He’s in your movie? And you never said anything?” Y/n lightly punched her arm, “That’s the kind of thing you tell your best friend.”

“Nuh-uh,” she argued drunkenly, “I wanted it to be a surprise. We’ve been talking a lot, and I think he might really like you, if you know what I mean,” she elbowed Y/n, winking tragically, “Now, lets not keep the man waiting.”

”Keanu!” A familiar voice called from behind him, again. When he turned around that time, the source was closer, and he recognized her almost instantly as one of his friends from set; Julie Henderson. She had been one of the writers on his latest movie, and during filming, Keanu had grown to enjoy her bubbly personality. So, when she had mentioned that she might have a friend he might be interested in, he didn’t turn it down the way he had other blind dates. 

Finally, they approached and he said a quick goodbye to the group he had been hanging with, “Julie,” he greeted, letting her pull him into a short, one handed hug; her other was hooked to a young girl, about her age, “I wasn’t sure if I’d see you tonight,” Keanu commented casually.

“Yeah, I’ve been busy babysitting this one,” she teased, gesturing to Y/n, who rolled her eyes, “Speaking of, this is my sister; Y/n!”

Nervously chewing on her lower burgundy stained lip, Y/n offered her hand, “We’re not actually sisters,” she corrected, clearing up any confusion, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Keanu couldn’t help but let his smile widen. Her hand felt so small and fragile in his. And maybe it was weird, but he couldn’t stop staring at her, she was just so beautiful. Short brunette bob, one side tucked sweetly behind her ear, showing of the little jewels that ran up the side of her ear. Her silk, black, mini dress hugged her slender curves loosely, and was complimented perfectly by a lone teardrop diamond that hung in the hollow of her throat, “I’ve heard good things.”

“I can’t say the same,” Y/n joked, only realizing after a minute that they had yet to release each other, “I think I forgot that Julie’s way too good at keeping secrets.”

Keanu chuckled quietly, but before he could speak, Julie interrupted, “Since you two have hit it off so well,” she discreetly glanced at their still joined hands, “I’m gonna get myself another drink.”

They watched her go and Keanu was next to speak, “I guess that’s her way of telling us that we should get to know each other.”

“As someone who’s known her for over twenty years, I can tell you that it is,” taking a deep breath, Y/n cleared her throat, reclaiming her hand, “So.....”

“So, do you want to get a drink?” Keanu suggested tentatively.

Y/n chortled quietly, shaking her head, “I probably shouldn’t, I have to drive us home and I’ve already had two.”

“Well, how about some fresh air?” He gestured to the open balcony doors near by.

The night air was chilly against Y/n’s exposed skin, though it was a welcome change from the cluster inside. She stood next to Keanu, leaning forward on the brass guard rail, for a while in awkward silence. “Jules, told me you’re a fan,” he smiled, trying to break the ice, soon realizing that there may have been significantly better ways.

“God,” she groaned, cheeks going red as Y/n buried her face in her hands, “Why would she tell you something like that?”

“It’s okay,” Keanu laughed quietly, “It’s actually a little.....flattering, it was true when I said that Julie speaks highly of you. Kind of like you are her sister.”

Y/n exhaled audibly, “Yeah, I know I said that she’s not, but Jules, she really is family. We've known each other for twenty-five years, and now I can’t imagine my life without her.” When Keanu laughed a little louder, Y/n couldn’t seem to find to joke, “What?”

“Nothing,” he waved his hand dismissively, “You two just seem like complete opposites. She’s always talking about how shy and serious you are, how she’s always trying to get you to loosen up. And Julie’s so....”

“Loud? It's okay, you can say it, the woman is loud.”

“I was gonna say social,“ he interjected.

Y/n giggled, “That works too. But it doesn’t matter,” she shook her head, dark hair brushing against her skin in slow, distracting motions, “She’s one of the best people in my life, the ying to my yang,” Y/n mused with a faint hum. 

“That’s good,” Keanu nodded, “It’s always special when two people can find missing parts in each other. One thing that compliments the other because of stark differences.”

“So you are as wise as they say,” Y/n teased with a quiet giggle.

“I try,” Keanu put his large hand on the chest of his black dress shirt, right over his heart, slightly bowing. After their laughter died down, Y/n and Keanu stood in another bout of silence, that one just a tad more comfortable than the first. The space between them had been cut in half, with about six inches of cold air between them as they looked on at the rolling hills in the distance. The trees that barely shrouded the famous Hollywood sign looked like mere shadows and the lights around was the only indication that they were still in a city that throbbed with life; they were too far up to hear much of it. 

When the silence became almost unbearable, Keanu was the one to break it, almost startling Y/n with his words, “Jules said you work in finance.”

“Yupp, I’m a Financial Manager,” she went on to explain how she worked for a cosmetics company, but didn’t really give a lot of details, “It’s not as glamorous as.....” She gestured to Keanu.

In return, he laughed quietly, “Glamor is overrated, besides if you love it, then it doesn’t matter if there are cameras in your face or a pen in you hand.”

Y/n smiled softly, biting her lip, “I guess you’re right,” Keanu could have sworn she was blushing.

Keanu chuckled quietly and then turned to her, an idea turning in his head. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and he leaned on the banister, “Tell me something about yourself.”

“What?” She laughed, maybe a little louder than she should have, “Anything?”

“Anything. I’m not good at all this ice breaker stuff. So just hit me with a random fact about whatever makes you ‘you’.” 

“Okay,” she hummed, looking as if she was thinking hard, “I scrape the frosting off cake and save it for last.”

Y/n’s bright eyes, hooded only by her dark make-up stared up at Keanu, as if challenging him to come up with something stranger, “That is.....very random. And really weird.”

“It is. Your turn,” she encouraged.

“I turn on reruns just so the house doesn't feel lonely,” at first, Y/n’s smile continued, but after a beat, her face faltered, her eyes dimmed and Keanu thought he recognized pity in her eyes. “Well that’s just sad, isn’t it?” He tried to joke lightly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No,” she hummed, turning back towards the awning view. The lights from surrounding buildings made the lamps mounted to the wall almost mute and the balcony doors had long been pulled in by some party goer or the other, leaving the two alone. It was if they had been granted the opportunity to have their own little bubble for a while; a self contained half hour that would determine if they ever saw each other again.

“It’s just,” Y/n continued, searching for the right words, glancing at Keanu. He really was handsome, it wasn’t just some kind of camera trick, the kind that her mother always talked about. Instead, age had been kind to him, and he appeared far more youthful than many of the men her age, the only tells being the flecks of grey hidden in his neatly trimmed beard and long hair. “It’s.....human.”

For some reason, the urge to put her hand on his shoulder tickled her palm, but instead of touching him, Y/n took a chance at stepping a little closer, a little surprised when Keanu did the same.

“Human things can be sad,” he commented absently.

Y/n smiled sadly, turning to find that he had been looking at her; eyes squinted in concentration as if she were some kind of complex art, something to be studied, memorized, and she didn’t know that Keanu was thinking it but, appreciated. “They can be,” Y/n returned wistfully, “But only if we make them.”

“You seem different,” Keanu eventually said, and Y/n tilted her head in silent question.

“You can’t know that, we just met,” her little laugh was a musical one, and Keanu wondered if he’d ever be fortunate enough to hear it again. He wanted to know her, outside of those thirty minutes spent of a chilly balcony. He wanted to see if he could be the reason for more light breathy laughs, find out if she could be as close to someone else as she was to Julie, what made her smile and what she absolutely hated. Keanu wasn’t sure if he wanted to date her, but he did want to know her.

“You’re right,” he agreed, “I can’t, but I’d like too.” When was the last time he had been that forward? He couldn’t remember, but maybe, just maybe, Y/n would be worth it.

“Oh?” Y/n’s smile widened despite herself. The last thing she wanted to come off as was eager, but she was beginning to get the feeling that Keanu wasn’t one to mind, “What are you suggesting?”

“Nothing yet,” in a bout of nervousness, he quickly cast his gaze to the distance, licking his lips, quickly refocusing on Y/n before the minute was up, “Go out with me.”

“Like a date?” She raised her arched eyebrows.

“Like a date,” Keanu determined, “This Friday, if its good for you.”

“It’s good for me,” she nodded, “So Friday,” Y/n bite her lower lip, “It’s a date.”

“It is, I’ll look forward to it,” he giggled, feeling like a teenager high on infatuation.

Y/n giggled too, casting her head down, and for the first time, Keanu noticed that even in her dangerous looking heels, she was only tall enough to reach just above the center of his chest. “I will-” Just like that, Y/n was cut off, her phone shrieking loudly in her hand, “It’s Jules,” she explained hurriedly, already answering the call, “Hey hun,” she turned away, taking a few steps to the furthest corner of the balcony, “Yeah.......okay.......well just sit tight.”

With a shuddering breath, Y/n hung up, a little disappointed that her moment with Keanu would have to be cut short that soon, “I have to go. Jules is.......” she trailed off, trying to find the most pleasant way to say that her best friend was throwing up and possibly causing a scene in the ladies room, “She’s......drunk.”

Getting the message by her obvious grimace, Keanu nodded, trying to hide his cringe, “Got it,” he waved as Y/n walked backwards to the door, hand closing in on the knob, “Hope she feels better.”

“Thanks,” Y/n was still smiling, the excitement of knowing that she had a date still brand new, “I’ll see you Friday.”

“You definitely will,” Exhaling giddily, Keanu stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets, leaning against the guard rail.

“I look forward to it,” and then deciding that she sounded a little to excited, Y/n awkwardly and hastily added, “In a non-weird way. I should go.” With that, she pushed the door open, disappearing inside, leaving Keanu alone, and in just as much anticipation. 

[simpleb00x]

Young Again

Word Count : 750

Pairings: young!dean, young!reader, young!sammy (there will be chapters where they’re the regular age in the future as well.)

A/N: OKay guys I’m so so so sorry I haven’t back active for so long. I know it’s been a few months I’ve just been caught up in so much shit. But I think I’m finally back and don’t worry I will be working on all my other series and requests I just want to know if this is a series you guys would read. Please let me know!

“y/n!!” I heard from downstairs. I sighed and lifted my head from the homework I was doing. “What!?” I shouted back. My mom was upstairs now and she opened my door. “The Winchesters are here.” She said with a grim look. “What!? No no no.. They didn’t even warn you?” I said, my eyes filled with dread and shock. Dean bloody Winchester. The last time I saw him was when I was thirteen, so last year. He’s one year older than me. He’ll be fifteen now. His little brother Sammy will be 11. Sammy’s my favourite. Sammy saw me as an older sister that he didn’t see that ofter. I looked after him whenever they came down.

“I know. I know,” Mom sighed. I could see this was out of her control, and with the squabbling her and John Winchester have been having lately, it was clear she didn’t want them here as much as I did. “Are they downstairs?” I asked after a few seconds pause. She nodded. “I poured them coffee. Well Sammy doesn’t drink coffee so I poured him tea but you know what I’m getting at.” I smiled at her, trying to reassure her. “It’ll be fine. I’m sure.” We lost Dad to a monster. John killed it before it got the rest of us. Me, my mom and the twins. The twins were only three at the time, now they’re nine, and as smart as ever. Them and Sammy got alone well.

Ever since Dad’s accident the Winchester’s have been coming to our town every year or two. I reconed John liked my mother, in a romantic type of way. But he had no chance with her, she was still heart-broken over Dad, even though it had been six years. “Well, you should come downstairs.” Mom said. I nodded. With every step down my stairs my hate for Dean Winchester grew stronger. We had had a fight, the last time I saw him. Not an arguement, a full on fight. I boxed him in the nose and he broke one of my rips. I don’t even remember what we were fighting about.

“Hello.” I said with a smile as I walked into the kitchen. Sammy eye’s flew open and he came and threw his arms around me. “Heya Sammy.” I muttered, giving him a hug. “You’ve gotten so tall buddy!” I said. He giggled and went back to the table. I saw John scowl at him and I felt bad for him. He was just being a kid. “Y/n.” Dean said. I turned my eyes to him. He looked - different. More grown up. He had a jawline? Since when. His eyes were still the same sickenly green. “Dean.” I chocked out, forcing a grin. He sipped his coffee, refusing to look me in the eye. His hair had gotten darker, his freckles had faded slightly. He had a black eye as well. What had happened to him?

“You want coffee y/n?” Mom said. I looked at the time. It was five. “Sure - but I’ll make it. You should sit down.” I replied. Mom grinned at me and took her seat at the table. “A real lady.” John said. I laughed nervously. I hated being called a lady, or a princess or anything degrading really. “You’ve really changed since the last time we’ve seen you. Ain’t that right Dean?” John continued talking. I froze for a second. Have I changed? “I guess. You dyed your hair?” Dean asked. I poured the coffee into my cup and turned to face them. “Yup I did. I think purple suits me don’t you?” I said with a grin. Dean seemed taken aback slightly. “Um - I guess yeah. I never took you for one to die your hair.” He said, snapping back with a smart-ass of a tone. “Guess you never really knew me then.” I said, smirking again. His face dropped and I took a sip of coffee. I loved pissing him off.

“Well - uh. I think we should cut right to the chase and tell you why we’re really here.” John said. Mom looked at him with fear and I saw his symphony in his eyes. “There’s something bad going on. Something really really bad.” He said.

[milasartblog]

Be "Yourself"

Algaron struggled a lot to break free, but spike chains were too strong to let him out. Michael and Cereza were stunned to see Lucifer here.

Michael: Luci!

Lucifer: What are you two doing here?? Algaron is my problem, you should have asked me before going after this psychopath!

Cereza: But you were not there, so we had to do it ourselves! And where have you been all this time??

Michael: Cera, Luci, there is no time for arguements. Better team up for now, discussions later.

But their discussions were interrupted by evil laugh of Algaron, who still tried to escape from chains.

Algaron: How sweet~ The Ruler of Hell himself came to stop me~ How so “angelic” of him~ Maybe your pitful angel told you to do so? Or is it your dear Father?~

The anger escaped from Lucifer as he swang the chain with Algaron to the wall, hitting him so hard that almost broke it. The sound of broken bones can be heard from Algaron’s body as he shouted.

MIchael: Luci, no!! We will suspect a lot of people like this!!

Cereza: Not talking about destroying the whole building!

Covering her head, she and Michael tried to approach to Lucifer, while he moved his chain with Algaron to another wall and to the ground. Algaron growled in pain as tried to get up. Lucifer approached to Algaron and grabbed him by the neck the same way as Algaron did to Cereza. 

Lucifer: Seems like exiling you was the worst decision i did in my life. Not only you killed other demons for your own sake, you also tried to hurt Archangel and one of my demons! What were you trying to achieve by this??

Algaron: Tsk, you didn’t realise it?? It’s all about power, my dear Lucifer~

Lucifer: I’m not your “dear”. And power? Really? Are you yanking my feather, boy?? You didn’t even progressed that much! What you called powers is nothing more than just some spells that will not do any damage to me. 

Algaron: And yet, i managed to hurt a bit an Archangel~ True, it didn’t damage him that much, but it doesn’t matter. The matter is that it still affected you somehow~ Did we become so obliging to angels again?~ Or is it because of being so cared to human souls?~ Or is it all because of the demon’s opinion about you?~ Tell me, Lucifer, what are these souls to you? Or these angels? Nothing, just a thing that can be used for your purpose. We demons manipulate them all years, it’s our nature to do it, to become stronger every year by using their souls for our purpose, to make them our puppets for our desires. And yet, you didn’t do any of it in any year since you became a Ruler of Hell. Maybe there were demon stuff you did in the past, but they were nothing. I kept asking myself what a true demon supposed to be? And guess what, i found an answer~ A “true” demon form~

Trying to keep his anger, Lucifer clenched his teeth, holding Algaron’s neck so tightly, almost breaking it. Michael and Cereza were astonished of how strong and heavily hits were as they approached to Lucifer.

Michael: Lucifer, wait, don’t do any ridiculous actions now! We can still handle it without any other proper damage.

Lucifer: Mike, go away. This is my problem, not yours.

Algaron: Yeah, annoying angel, go away~ This is between me and sweet Lucifer~

Not holding the anger anymore Lucifer faced Algaron to the ground violently, preparing his sharp claws.

Michael: Lucifer, wait!!

Michael grabbed Lucifer’s hand to stop him from doing what he was about to. Cereza stood stunned and shocked at the scene. She has never seen Lucifer like this before: mad, furious, ready to tier appart anyone who stands on his way. Despite the pain, Algaron still smirked evily.

Algaron: C’mon, Lucifer~ Do it~ Show them what a real demon you are~

Michael: Lucifer, no, don’t do it!

Lucifer: Go away, Michael, it’s not of your business!

Michael: Of course it is! It’s not like you to do it. Even when punishing you were not like this. 

With worry Michael kept holding Lucifer’s arm as he struggled to escape. Cereza stood puzzled and frozen. She didn’t know what to do, what to say in this situation. Her mind kept telling her to run, run away, hide, never go out. But something kept her from doing it. Was it a guilt for not telling Lucifer about her plans? Or that because of her this situation happened? Suddenly she remembered the library situation.

“Lucifer: It’s okay, I was not in a hurry. And I’m sorry, Ms Cereza for the punishment.

Cereza: It’s okay, sewing and fixing up librarian clothes for demon librarian is not that big deal.”

She remembered how Lucifer looked at her with guilty. And yet, she found it fair for her. She knew that no matter what Lucifer would not deal damaged to demons, even if they did something really bad. He tried to be “fair” with them. WIth little determination she ran to Michael and tried to help him.

Michael: M-Ms Cereza?

Lucifer: Cereza, go away, i will deal with him myself!

Cereza: Are you so sure about it, Lucifer? 

Lucifer: Don’t make me do this to you!

Cereza: Do what? Hurt me? I know you a bit enough to be sure that you will not do it!

Lucifer: And how can you be so sure about it?? You don’t even-

Cereza: Because true Lucifer will always be fair to us!!

Suddenly the silence covered the building. Lucifer kept facing Algaron to the ground, but his expression...changed. He was paralized by Cereza’s words. Michael and Cereza kept holding his hand just in case.

Cereza: I know i don’t know you enough to understand you, i know that i’m... just a human who barely understand what demon feels. And yet, you know how humans say: one action can change everything. Sounds weird, right? And yet, that day when we met changed my life. I can’t say completely, but...it did. I never was a religious person, but i did heard a lot of scary stories about demon Lucifer. But they’re just simple scary stories. What i saw that day was the demon who just wants to do things what he thinks is right, to have the peace and independence from anyone and yet still care about someone at the same time. A demon, who wants to change the Hell how he sees is right, to make it a place where people can at least escape from unfairness of the life in this world or of God’s “laws”. A demon...a fallen angel...it doesn’t matter who you are, Lucifer. You are “you”. Lucifer we know, Lucifer i know.

Tears started to come from her eyes as she held his arm tightly. 

Michael: Ms Cereza...

He was astonished and amazed by her words. Nobody dared to say a word in this moment. Well, Algaron still tried to mumble something, but his face was buried to the ground that nothing could be understand from his words. Suddenly Cereza and Michael felt an ease on their hands. Lucifer put his hand down, hiding the claws as looked down at Algaron. The horns were hidden, but chains didn’t disappear.

Michael: L-Luci?

He and Cereza looked suspiciously and worried at Lucifer. He seemed...calm? No anger was visible on his face. Instead there was a moment of calm face, then a light smile.

Lucifer: Lucifer you know, you say? Huh, well, you still have so much time to understand me, Cereza. But...i must say you made a great speech on it.

He looked at Michael and Cereza with smile. They couldn’t believe on what they were seeing. Was it really Lucifer standing in front of them? 

Lucifer: Why such look? Like you haven’t seen me like this for centuries~

Michael and Cereza: Lucifer!!

They hugged Lucifer tightly as he almost fell down, but kept holding Algaron’s head with his hand.

Lucifer: Woah woah, guys, chill out, i will not handle three divine beings at the same time. I have only one free hand~

Michael: You scared us like this to death. I thought that you-

Lucifer: Will become like that again? Heh, i would say that it was doubtful, but yeah, it could happen. Still, i’m glad it didn’t. Thank you, guys.

He smiled to them as they smiled back while Cereza dried her tears. Suddenly, Algaron’s mumble escaped from the ground.

Algaron: “Awww, i’m gonna cry”. How about to let me out and we will have a serious fight???!

Lucifer: Oh, don’t worry, we didn’t forget about you. But first, we have other things to deal with, i will deal with you later.

He opened the portal that lead to a prison and threw chained Algaron to prison, closing the portal and hearing his annoying shout of “let me out and fight like a man!”.

Cereza: Umm, are you sure it’s safe to let him go to prison like this? What if he break the chains?

Michael: Luci’s chains are unbreakable for other demons, unless their powers are like ours.

Lucifer: Algaron did changed a lot, but not enough to compete with me. Still, i will make sure he pay for what he did to you two. I’m...so sorry for not coming in time and being closed to myself. I was too selfish to everyone that didn’t even notice what was happening around. I will understand if you don’t forgive me-

Michael: What are you talking about, Luci? Of course we forgive you! It happens to everyone.

Lucifer: Really? 

Cereza: Yes, Lucifer. Even i experienced such change when i was human. And yet, i’m here. Well, as demon of course, but still the same Cereza.

Lucifer: Heh, guess you’re right.

Everyone smiled to each other as Lucifer looked at Michael’s tiered up shirt.

Lucifer: How is your wound?

Michael: Oh, this one? Nah, it was unpleasant, but nothing i can’t handle. It healed up completely. But yeah, i will definitely need to get new shirt for human form.

Lucifer: Well, you can use mine if-

???: There you are, Lucifer!! Prepare to face consequences!

A sudden voice sounded from the distance, but as Lucifer turned around he felt a sudden electricity flowing through his body. Cereza was about to panic, but....nothing serious happened. Lucifer giggled as looked at the one who tried to use stun gun on him - Axel.

Lucifer: And that’s it? It honestly tickles me a lot. But good try, buddy.

Axel: What the-?? How didn’t it work on you??

Lucifer: Don’t forget who i am~

Liya: Lucifer!

Another voice sounded from the distance as Liya ran closer to the crew. 

Liya: We finally found you. I so wanted to tell you that-

The sentence was broken by sudden hug from Lucifer. Liya got frozen for a moment.

Lucifer: I know, Liya. It’s my fault that i didn’t listen to you. I really didn’t mean to hurt you and yet i did it. I’m so sorry. I will listen to you next time. 

She was speechless as stood frozen for a couple of seconds, then hugged Lucifer back. Michael and Cereza smiled as admired the little sceen between guard and his ward while Axel stood confused on how his stun gun didn’t work on Lucifer.

Cereza: But what are we going to do now? I’m pretty sure that police noticed already that something happened in the underground parking.

Lucifer: Oh no worries, i will fix it~ 

Michael: Are you sure?

Lucifer: I made a mess, i have to clean after myself~ 

Michael: Let me at least help you with worried crowd. I will try to calm them down.

Lucifer: Good point. Cereza, Liya, Axel, better go and help Michael, i will handle everything else. 

Liya: Are you su-

Cereza: No time for talking, let’s go.

And together the crew fixed everything that happened in the underground parking. Lucifer used as much powers as he had for rebuilding walls and broken cars while others tried to calm down the crowd. Liya’s manipulation skills were just in handy for such situations, especially when it’s about police.

Couple of hours later, everything was solved and fixed.

Lucifer: Phew, couldn’t imagine that i would made such a mess. Last time it was when there was a train accident several years ago, and it was all because of a dog.

Michael: Well, it was because one human wanted to save a dog, but the time of death was not right.

Lucifer: Indeed.

Cereza: Well, what now? 

Liya: We better come back to Anoli and Nazeel. They probably got worried about us.

Cereza: Well, i have nothing to do, so may i walk with you, umm...?

Liya: Just Liya~

Axel: And Axel.

Cereza: Yeah, thank you. Nice to meet you, I’m Cereza.

Liya: Nice to meet you too~

Michael: Well, i better go back to heaven while Gabi didn’t suspicious anything.

Lucifer: Ugh, he is always like this. Well, i better go back to my world too. After all these things i would like to have a nice nap.

Michael: Yeah, and get the strength back. Well, see you around!

And Michael vanished back to Heaven.

Liya: Well, we will use casual walk for now~ Let’s go?~

Cereza and Axel nodded as said goodbye to Lucifer. He waved back to them as was about to go back to demon world, but stopped for a moment. He put his hand on his pocket and pulled out a feather necklace that was almost burned a bit.

Lucifer: I’m so glad i didn’t do it. True, it’s burnt a bit, but still not completely. And why was i hesitating? Doubting myself? Maybe i just needed a little wise sence punch from a demon.

With a smile he put a necklace back to his pocket and vanished to the demon world, back to his castle.

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And that’s the last part of this story^^ Sorry if no illustrations, just if we did them, it would be much longer to read XD And yet we still hope you will like it^^ Seems like things are getting back to normal again, but how long?^^

Michael, Lucifer, Liya and Axel belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Cereza and Algaron belong to @jenny626 and @jenniesart

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan @jenny626 and @captainthane

[letbarbieshavedragons]

"Live by my rules or die"??? Lmao, okay, what dany did is definitely in line with stalin, sure. Not. Wtf the fuck kind of idioticy is this? Dany very clearly and often gave people the choice, and more importantly there is a strict difference between the common citizen and the establishment. The bolsheviks targeted the bourgeoisie to replace and become the new ruling class. It is not the people dany is executing to build her new world. Revolution means getting rid of the old guard not the people.

Go off anon. Daenerys is not in fact a fascist. Even in the last really ooc episodes, it’s not a correct term for her. She’s still just a monarch. Plus, the last season was immensely ooc for everyone, Daenerys spends 90% of the series being the opposite of a fascist so calling her one seems to me like they are just stretching to hate her. And @tallulalusa has a good point, this is a midevial monarchal setting, we really can’t apply modern lexicon to it. By this person’s arguement Cersei and Tywin and Robert were all fascist. But killing your enemies in this world is common practice. Having one person with all the power is pretty much the only form of gov they know. This is a monarchy, not fascism.

Also, I want to go into this ‘Barbie dragon’ comment this person made. Cause it makes a lot of assumptions, that I just can’t get behind. Like antis alway use this term as if I shouldn’t think that sounds fucking awesome. I WISH I had a dragon queen Barbie to play with as a kid. Also I liked barbies as a girl 🤷‍♀️ give me a Dany Barbie, id be hyped.

I mean, I get why Barbies are problematic: the historical lack of inclusivity, shallow professions, and unrealistic body standards. But it strikes me thats not why antis use it. They use it in the sense that every obnoxious misogynistic man would call a woman a ‘barbie’, to represent the stereotypical shallow, bubble headed, blonde, pretty girl that all edgy teens (myself included) learned to hate.

But the truth of the matter is, Daenerys isn’t that at all. If anything she’s the subversion of that trope. Is she beautiful? Yes. Blonde? Yes. Do people assume she is vapid and stupid? Also Yes. But what is she actually? A liberator, a conqueror. A woman with strong beliefs, a stronger drive and a clever mind. Not exactly a ‘barbie’. But go off I guess.

[countess-destler]

Im here

Plot:You are Christine's older sister who is secretly helping the phantom be with Christine but when he gets in trouble what will happen next?

~Angst~

Movie+Stage Version

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It was rehearsals for Don Juan Triumphant and you were one of the ensemble members while Christine had the biggest role in the whole opera, you knew the plan, Erik or as people know him as,Opera Ghost, has set for your sister, you had just recently known that she has been taking lessons from him and recently he's been.....controlling of her.

You were furious of all the things he has done to your sister, telling her to only sing for him and even pushing her too much to her limits, but how can you deny those eyes that seem to hold all the sadness of the world and his touch more comforting than harmfull.

You approved to help him but to a certain extent.

"Those who ta? Tangle with Don Juan!"

"No-no Piangi i already told you"

This was probably the hundredth time he was stopped today and from the looks of it not the last.

You see your sister sneaking of rehearsals and taking her cloak with her.

'Going to fathers grave again perhaps?'

You followed her going to the stables to fetch a horse for transportation.

Just as you were going to tap on her shoulder a hand reached to your hand pulling you far away from your sister.

"E-erik? What the hell are you doing? I demand you to let go of me-"

Just as you were rambling Erik covered your moth with his hand and shushed you.

"Shhh you're gonna get us caught"

"Your sister,Christine, is she going to your fathers grave?"

"Yes she is now would you please remove your hand"

You look at his eyes which was now twinkling with mischief looking at your sister leaving the stables as  his smirk grows larger.

"Look whatever plan you have, go for it as long as my sister is safe and unharmed Ill let you do what you want to do"

You lay your hand on top of his hand that was formerly on your mouth but was now at your shoulder.

"I know how much you love her Erik, but i must warn you the vicomte will probably suspect her gone any minute now and will follow her"

He looks at you and moves his other hand that you werent holding to your cheek, as you struggled not to lean more to his touch he looks at your eyes with a glimmer of hope.

"Thank you (Y/N)"

"You know you are the only one I trust with my life"

Those words made your heart skip a beat and possibly make you smile a bit, you look away from him knowing he needed to leave to go to where your sister is.

"Be careful out there Erik"

A while later

You had knowledge of Eriks underground lair and had already known every passage and every path it takes to get to it, but right now you were sitting at his boat which had one of his cloak (he probably has a dozen) on it as you sit and wait you find yourself drifting off to sleep as you wrapped the cloak around your body (It probably is cold in the catacombs)

Dark, that was all you can see but for some reason you could still hear the music Erik composes when you were at the catacombs, little  melodies floating inside your head as if its lulling you asleep that is until you heard loud thuds of footsteps coming from one of the many passages in the catacombs.

You open your eyes to see Erik who was now trying to keep his anger down, a failed attempt, not the first it happened.

"Erik?"

You approach but as he sees you all the anger in his eyes begins to fade away and without knowing you pulled him to a hug.

"A-are you ok? D-did the vicomte hurt you? Hows my sister, fine I suppose? A-and what happened to your hand?"

You had already released him from the hug and was now inspecting his arm for whatever was causing the redness and rash

"Ah.., Im fine so is your sister, its just that insolent boy and I got into a heated swordfight I suppose when he pinned me to the ground I scraped my hand to hard against the ice"

"You got what! He didnt harm you did he? I know his love for my sister is strong and his anger towards you stronger but please Erik you must take ca-"

He put a hand against your mouth to make you stop rambling again, he slowly and hesistantly enveloped you in a hug, it surprised you ofcourse Erik wasnt one to give affection.

"W-why are you so concerned about me?"

This is it the do or die moment, you had to admit you were starting to hold feelings for The infamous opera ghost, he isnt all bad he's just misunderstood, cast away from society.

"I-i"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"I uhmm n-need to go I leave some bandages here often now since you get in a lot of trouble"

You let go of his hand as you turn to leave the catacombs while Erik stands there still confused on what just happened

The day of the performance

This is it, this is the day Erik was gonna try to make Christine his, you being nervous was an understatement not only did you fear for the danger your sister might face but also the dangers Erik might face.

The Opera Populaire was surrounded by policemen at some point even though you saw the teasing Erik did earlier (which made the police that was on the pit shoot box 5) you were still a tad bit worried that this plan might not indeed work.

"Hey Chrissy?"

You reached out to your sister and enveloped her in a hug immediately.

"Good luck out there ok?"

"And umm I promise"

You caress her hand and look her in the eye with a sincere look

"He will never hurt you"

This seem to confuse your sister, she held your hand with a grip and looked at you with a confused face.

"Wait, you know him? B-but  Ive never even seen you even meet hi-"

Christine looks back at you she starts to add things up with you disappearing  without a trace and not seeing you at the crack of dawn.

"Y-you were with him this whole time?"

"..."

"So what you just became bestfriend with the opera ghost without even telling me?!"

"Its not like you told me you were taking lessons from him either!"

You breathed in and out in attempt to ease the tension of the situation that was unfolding and by the look of it your sister still felt betrayed.

"He isnt a bad man Christine I know deep in your heart you know that"

Your sister looks away from you possibly from betrayal but still holding both of your hands(meaning she probably wasnt that mad)

'Look with your heart

And not with your eyes

A heart understands

A heart never lies'

You sing to her that was the only was you can think of on how to diffuse this entire  arguement.

"Miss Christine Daaé, you are due on stage in 5 minutes"

Christine looks at you with mixed emotion in her eyes and gives you a hug that was too quick to notice.

"I-i must go to my position dear sister"

She lets go of your hand and started to walk away and to her postion to the song where Erik was gonna be on the stage

'The Point Of No Return'

After a while

"Past the point of no return"

The song went by so fast in your head, you can see the police at the sides of the stage ready to aim and shoot at him but you assumed the vicomte didnt let them shoot yet.

Just then you heard screaming when you pushed past the crowds of people to get a close look on the stage it seemed that Christine tore off Eriks mask, your heartstrings tugged a bit the mask was the only think Erik kept close and without it he must have felt some weakness.

You turn to see the chandelier falling but all you could concentrate on right now was where the danm mask was as you finally found it the chandlier was so close to crashing on you but you were pulled aside by Madame Giry.

"(Y/N) for gods sake please be carefull we cant have another Daaé getting hurt tonight!"

"Vicomte! I know where they are you must follow me but remember to keep your hand at the level of your eyes"

You heard Madame Giry exclaim you turn to see Meg teaching the Vicomte how it is done and begged her mother to come with him.

Ofcourse you knew where they were being held but at the corner of your eye you see the policemen giving the Vicomte a gun.

No this cant be good, men with such anger as the Vicomte holds right now may do horrible things.

You rush down another path that leads to the catacombs being carefull not to get spotted by anyone, as you start to approach the catacombs you hide behind a pillar being carefull not to be spotted.

'Have you gorged yourself, at last, in your lust for blood?

Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh?'

It goes on like as Erik placed the veil to Christines head and as he tries to explain the horrors of having a face like his

'Wait! i think my dear we have a guest!'

I suddenly spot the Vicomte behind the gates of the lair, he starts to beg Erik to release Christine and to show some compassion

'The world showed no compassion to me!'

You felt just how hurt Erik was at the moment but to your suprise (and to Raouls and Christines) Erik opened the gate and turned to walk away to possibly retrieve something.

Thats when you saw it the punjab lasso.

'Why would I make her pay, for the sins which are yours!'

He wrapped the rope around his neck and tightens it but not enough to kill him just yet, thats when Erik made Christine pick between him and Raoul, either he dies or she stay with him.

'Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of like have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone'

As Christine kissed the phantom you had to admit that it hurt you but who were you to judge, in the eyes of the phantom you were nothing but a friend, at least that was what you thought.

After Christine kissed Erik he seemed to have a change of heart he released the Vicomte and Christine then begged them to just leave him.

But the Vicomte,he was still angered furious really,as he and Christine was sharing a hug he started to reach behind his back, when you looked back at Erik he had his back facing them as he was still wallowing with the pain.

It was from instinct you broke into a run then hugged Erik.

"(Y/n)? W-what are you doing here I thought you had also left me-"

Just as he was talking a gunshot could be heard echoing across the catacombs.

"AAAAAAA!"

Christine was the first to react but when you heard her scream you released Erik from your hug then dropped to the ground.

It took a second for Erik to realize but when he did he kneeled down quickly and craddled you on his arm as he tries to stop the bleeding from your stomach.

"N-no no please GOD PLEASE!"

"Please take anything! Anyone! Please anyone besides her!"

Christine rushed to your side as she grabbed both of your hands and squeezed them tightly.

"N-no! D-dear sister d-ont worry it will be alright, it has to be alright!"

You were already feeling weak probably due to the loss of blood on your body but you still managed to caress her cheek with little strength you had.

"O-ofcourse everything will be alright Chrissy"

You smiled at her but you ended up coughing blood.

"Shh (Y/n) save your energy for now love please"

Erik pleaded as he craddled you closer to him.

"Huh,love, thats a new nickname for me isnt it Erik?"

You tried to make the situation a little better but it seems Erik wasnt listening to you as he was now crying  on your shoulder.

'Love never dies

Love never falters

Once it has spoken

Love is yours'

This seemed to get Eriks attention as he looks at you with sadness in his eyes

'Love never fades

Love never alters

Hearts may get broken

Love endures

H-hearts may get broken

L-love e-endures'

With what little strength you had you pulled his head towards you as he kissed you not caring about the blood that might get on his lips.

As he felt your hand which was at his cheek fall his heart broke as well.

"No no no! NO!"

He was now looking at your closed eyes with a smile still obvious on your face he pulls your body into an embrace as his cries gets louder and more tears fall from his eyes.

'Love never dies

Love will continue

Love keeps on beating

When you're gone'

[christophe-delorne]

Gregstophe Week: Day 4

ANGER // SHOVEL & SWORD // APOCALYPSE AU

TITLE: Synthetic Love

WARNINGS: Swearing, smooching.

AGE: Young Adults. ( Early 20s )

NOTES: This is based in the Fallout Universe. You really don't need to know much about the games to enjoy this story since I try not to go into too much detail. Look. I can go into a lot of detail with Fallout, but I'm trying to keep it easy for everyone to enjoy. This is before Gregory turns into huge douchebag mode. So he's a bit of a softie in this story. Thought I'd change it up from my usual.

It was Gregory's first time to breath contaminated air, his first time seeing the actual sun through the haze of dust and the thin layer of contamination that still lingered on the horizon from a war long past. He spent his entire life safe underground, in the clean environment known as the Institute. He'd come from a line of scientists, dated back before the war, lucky enough to survive the nuclear fallout in the safety of their underground labs. Most weren't so lucky, though he wasn't sure who was luckier, the ones who died instantly, or the ones who managed to live and spend generations out here in the wasteland. He pulled his bandanna up from his neck and over the lower portion of his face, in an attempt to filter out at least the dust and grim.

Typically, the institute would send synths up to the surface to do research or gather data, the androids could withstand the dangerous environments of this desolate land. However, he'd volunteered this time to come topside and to do so was no small matter. It wasn't unheard of for a synth to go rouge, there was all sorts of unpredictable factors up here that could damage or corrupt their programming. Mutant creatures attacking, or even the lingering surviving humans who'd grouped up. In order to quell topsiders' rebellious nature, the Institute would use synths to infiltrate their societies, they looked human, could take the place of anyone seamlessly. And that led to paranoia among the wastelanders.

Gregory wasn't interested in that, not any more, he was interested in finding out why this one synth had stopped responding to his- no its' orders. He had to remind himself constantly that this synth was a human, he wouldn't dare let himself be deceived by his own creation. e'd been the chief of processing synths, designing them to blend in with wastelanders until the Institute noticed that his growing interest in synths had become compromised. He'd made one last synth, his masterpiece, one last big 'fuck you' before he was relocated to the research lab. When the synth went rouge a few months later, he'd been sent out to prove his worth and loyalty to the institute.

His synth had travel far to the edges of the commonwealth, formerly known as the New England states of America. What left of it  anyways. Blue eyes stared at the rundown shack before him, surrounded by trees that were ragged looking, nothing like the lush trees within the Institute. Everything looked dreary and rundown. He'd known about it, but to see it with his own eyes was something else. What really drew his gaze was the man churning dirt in what he supposed was some sort of make shift garden, wielding a shovel with ease. One would pass him off as just another farmer trying to make it out here. However, Gregory knew better.

As he made his way closer, the man in the makeshift garden stopped digging, becoming aware of an intruder. Stabbing his shovel into the ground, he turned to look at his new guest. There was a brief expression of surprised recognition before it soured into a scowl, they both knew why he was here. He had to bring C9-25 back to the institute for either to be reprogrammed or destroyed, depending on how cruel the director wanted to be. Gregory could hazard a guess in which choice the man would chose, making this decision harder for Gregory, as it had been intended. Gregory stopped just outside the mangled wire fencing that was more of just a general outline of the garden than really intending to keep anything out.

"The fuck you doin' here?" The voice was harsh, just as Gregory remembered. Callous and rough, a small slight of rebelling against his own superiors.

"You already know the answer to that, Christophe." It was a solemn note, one that hurt to even broach the subject.

"Oh, so its Christophe now." The olive skin toned male wiped the sweat from his forehead, smearing dirt across it. Gregory had to appreciate how human like the synth was. The white tank top sticking to his form from the sweat, artificial sweat but so life like no one would suspect a thing. Gregory had taken care to put his heart and soul in creating him- it. Down to the smallest of scars and the crow's feet in the corner of its eyes. It was no wonder why his co-workers had grown suspicious with his obsession over this one synth.

"You've always been Christophe to me." Gregory countered, pleading almost for some sort of understanding.

"Fuck you and your fuckin' lil' group of prissy bitches who hide away safe and sound underground like cowards." He spat onto the ground as if talking about the Institute left a bad taste in his mouth. Gregory tensed as Christophe approached, heavy boots thudding on the freshly churned, contaminated soil. He was close now, too close. He smelled of sweat and earth, of hard labor, something Gregory had never done. Something he appreciated more than he would let on. All his secret desires and cravings had been placed within this synth. So, did that make him a bad person? Christophe had been designed by him, for him. Morally, it was wrong as Christophe had no personality of his own.

"Christophe, please be reaso-" Gregory was about to try to plead his case when he was suddenly seized by the front of his shirt and dragged forward up onto his toes. Chapped, rough lips crashed against his own before he could even realize what Christophe's intentions were. Panic swelled within him and his heart raced so quickly within his chest, it made his mind far too dizzy to calculate a proper response. However Christophe was all too ready to take advantage of finally finding a way to shut Gregory up, pressing his advantage by tilting his head. Damp warmth traced over the seam of Gregory's smooth lips, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, his body no longer seemed to belong to him as Christophe's tongue suddenly invaded the once safe haven of his mouth. He was being swept up in this sudden fiery passion that he'd never experienced before. Certainly he'd kissed other girls, but nothing so wild and reckless as this, it was burning, branding him in his mind so that he'd never forget. It drove away every arguement, every mindless denial until he was left with nothing but his raw emotions. His tongue finally tried to make a press back, to fight back against Christophe conquering tongue, but this only seemed to drive Christophe further into a frenzy.

The synth, much stronger than the average human tried to drag Gregory impossibly closer, needing to feel their bodies pressed closer, to fulfill that secret desire they both had. A noise left Gregory, muffled by their kiss. The fence was digging into his stomach, broken wires digging past clothing and into soft flesh. Finally, Christophe seemed to grow aware of Gregory's pain and let go, leaving Gregory suddenly feeling vacated, Christophe taking all that passionate heat with him within an instant. Swollen lips remained parted, panting in a futile attempt to catch his breath, to remember something sane and reasonable. He was here for a reason, what was that reason again?

"I'm not goin' back, Gregory." That rough voice sounded deeper, drawing Gregory back away from his own internal musings to focus his attention back on Christophe. The synth he was supposed to be bringing back to the institute. If they knew what just happened, he would certainly be punished, perhaps even cast out into the wasteland. Gregory before had never been tempted by his emotions, raised from birth to join the ranks of the greatest minds alive. He was still human though, susceptible to desires and yearnings for things that he knew he shouldn't give in to. He'd failed in that aspect, but out of his failure he'd created Christophe.

There wasn't any other choice, if Gregory didn't bring Christophe back, the institute would just send correctional synths to forcibly destroy Christophe. If Gregory had found Christophe, so could others. There was no alternative to this situation. The Institute couldn't let their secrets, inside Intel just be out in the open, a unknown problem. Any rouge synth usually was either destroyed, had their minds wiped, or were reprogrammed again. Neither were options Gregory exactly liked. He didn't want to think about his creation being destroyed or Christophe forgetting about him. It was odd to feel so strongly about something that was considered a machine, but it hurt to think about the idea that Christophe would roam the wasteland, not knowing what he yearned for.

"You'll certainly be killed if you do not." Gregory tried his best to steady his voice, it was difficult to control his emotions when Christophe had successfully destroyed any sort of defenses he had built around himself. The Institute was a harsh place who prided itself on rational thinking, where emotions were frowned upon and seen as meant for humans with lesser intelligence. To be ruled by them so easily was viewed as shameful and yet here he was, a complete wreck in the time that he needed to have his guard strong.

"I've been thinkin' about that. Let's head west. As far as we can go, until the Institute can't find us, where no one can find us. " Christophe had a stubborn set to his jaw, his green eyes staring down Gregory as if in challenge, waiting for Gregory's protest, expecting it.

The idea of heading out into a world unknown to Gregory was daunting. He was used to a life of clean water and filtered air. Everything was clean and spotless and the only threat was maybe slipping on a freshly mopped floor. He'd seen and heard about the surface, of the mutant creatures that roamed the lands, about human raiders and giant green super mutated humans wrecking just as much havoc. This world was dangerous and Gregory wasn't certain if he would ever be ready to face it. He knew the further west from here grew into more and more desolate wastelands, of deserts and seas of radiation. No one that the Institute knew about had properly mapped out the States.

"Christophe..." He sighed out, already feeling weary by the sheer notion of leaving the safety of the Institute. "You know as well as I that the probability of my survival out here is low to begin with. Boardroom meetings and scientific debates I can face down with ease, but here?" Gregory gestured at their surroundings, it looked like it was free of what Gregory feared, for now.

"Damn it. Have a little more fuckin' faith in yourself, Gregory. I know you, I know you better than any of those damn assholes underground." Christophe ran his fingers through his hair, his gaze lowering to Gregory's lips, as if kissing him again would solve everything. He was right though. Christophe was apart of him, all the intimate details that Gregory put his heart and soul into. He'd never thought he'd be the type to rebel until Christophe came into being, it was the first mark of Gregory's resistance. The spark of his rebellious nature that had laid dormant this whole time, now that Christophe had returns, that spark was being fanned into a flame.

Far too long had it been suppressed, the Director had known the dangers Christophe possessed to the stable underground society. There was no room for independence and rebellion and he'd tried his best to douse the flames Gregory had created. It had been a mistake to send Gregory out, one the Director was not likely to acknowledge. Failure had never been an option, order was absolute. Just thinking about that ideologist churned within him, Gregory did like cleanliness, but he'd created a synth who liked to be dirty. He desired a contrast to excite him, to draw him in away from the boring white walls to the sweat slicked, sun-kissed skin of the man before him.

"I will go with you to the ends of the earth, Christophe, whatever it takes to stay with you."

[mydearestreaderfanfics]

There’s Love in the Air (Lotor x Reader)

Warnings: enemies to lovers, arguement

Word Count: 1,687

Prompt/Request: Third day of the October Special: Harry Potter.

Summary: Reader and Lotor are both Slytherins meaning they always have potions class together. But when Lotor shows up late to class when they are studying Amortentia, what, or rather who, will he smell?

Author: Mod Alex

Potions class was shared with the Gryffindors. Not that you cared that much, you only wish you didn't share it with one of your fellow Slytherin classmates. Namely, the Snake Prince Lotor. He was every bad Slytherin quality personified. He was machiavellian and more self-absorbed than anybody you'd ever met.

“He's the reason everybody thinks Slytherins are evil.” “So you've said.” “I'm serious, Pidge! It's not fair that there's plenty of us that are actually decent people, but then people like him waltz into the house, act like total jerks, and boom- suddenly we’re the house full of evil people!” You threw your hands up, a sound of frustration leaving your lips. Pidge shrugged nonchalantly. “Why do you care what people think anyway?” “That's not the point, the point is that Lotor is a-” “I’m a what? Thinking about my magnificence as always, (Y/N)?” “Like hell I am!” “Dear, there's no need to be so cold.” You narrowed your eyes, shoving your finger into his chest. “You know what your problem is, you think you're so much better than everyone else, that your mere existence grants you the ability to tower over the rest of us. But in reality, you are just a pretentious jerk who no one can stand.” Lotor’s lips curled into a cruel smirk as he grabbed your hand. “If you really think that, then tell me this: why is it that whenever you see me you've got that cute little blush along your face.” Your features reddened more so but it wasn't because you had a thing for him, it was because you were just that cross. “Look here, you insufferable, self-righteous bastard. I do not, and absolutely will never feel anything short of absolute loathing for you.” “Ah, but haven't you heard love and hate are two sides of the same coin.” You yanked your hand back. “Oh, piss off!” You stormed off, Pidge by your side.

Much to your relief, Potions was the only class you shared with Lotor. Either that or he doesn't bother to show up, you didn't care either way. However, despite Lotor’s presence, Potions remained your favorite class. It was also your best class, you absolutely never missed it, even that one time when you had come from your Transfiguration class with a pinky finger that had been accidentally turned into an earthworm. You were thrilled when your professor told the class that you would be learning the incredibly dangerous Amortentia in the next class. You'd always been a bit more interested in the more dangerous potions than you should've been. Who can blame you, though? The next day and a half felt like an eternity waiting for your next Potions class. You were so excited that you weren't even annoyed for your usual run-in with Lotor. So excited, in fact, that you didn't realize the run-in never came. That Lotor was in fact not even in Potions class today. Well, rather, he had yet to show up.

The class was already halfway through when Lotor burst into the room, looking less put together than you'd ever seen him. Again, it’s not like you cared. He wasn’t even five steps into the classroom when he crinkled up his nose, looking utterly disgusted. Whatever, it wasn’t your problem. You sprinkled in the powdered moonstone, smiling at the iconic pearlescent sheen the potion took on. Lotor, on the other hand, had finally taken his seat after getting chewed out by the professor, costing your house several points. He sniffed at the air, scoffing and shooting you a glare. You glared back. What was his problem? You were minding your own business, he should mind his. You turned back to your potion, trying to ignore the blue eyes burning a hole into the side of your head. It got significantly easier to ignore him when your Amortentia began to emit a soft pink smoke. Curiosity got the better of you and you sniffed. J. Pippin’s Potions, the earth after the first rain of the year, and… a warm, amber tobacco cologne? It was a very distinct smell that seemed familiar, but you just couldn’t quite place it. Regardless, the combination of the scents made you feel warm and at peace. You looked around, Pidge seemed wrapped up in deciphering the scents put out by her potion, and Lotor. Well, he was still glaring at you. You’d had it. “What is your problem?” “My problem? You’re the one that must’ve doused yourself in that ridiculous, cheap fragrance.” “What are you going on about?” “You, you’re reeking up the place. You must’ve poured at least half a bottle of-” “I don’t even use any ‘fragrance’.” You held up air quotes as a jab at his haughty vocabulary. “Then why does the room smell like you?!” Pidge began to cackle. “Hey, Mr. High-and-mighty. You know what potion we’re brewing today?” Before he had a chance to speak up, Pidge kept speaking. “Amortentia. And you know what Amortentia smells like?” “(Y/N)’s bargain cologne apparently.” His response only made Pidge cackle louder. “No, you dunce, Amortentia smells like whatever a person holds most dear. You like (Y/N) more than you let on. Is that why you’re always picking fights with them, isn’t it?” You were stunned into silence, there was no way he liked you, especially not like that. “Absolutely not, I- I don’t owe you an explanation.” He turned away, and- oh my Merlin, was that a blush, was Lotor, Snake Prince, blushing? The rest of class he refused to meet your eye, much less even look in your direction. You wondered if he really liked you; he had to if you were what he smelled from the Amortentia. You felt so confused, he was supposed to be your enemy. And then there was that weird smell that was coming from your own love potion. It was only getting stronger.

You left potions feeling confused and overwhelmed. You felt like everything you knew was wrong and the world you thought you knew was suddenly flipped upside down. You weren’t looking where you were going, so it was no surprise when you tripped, landing into a firm, pleasant smelling wall. Wait, no, that's no wall. “(L/N).” “Lotor! Erm, sorry. I was just going.” Wait a minute, there was that smell again. Amber. Tobacco. Warmth. Cologne. No, no, no, no. There was no way. It had to be a coincidence or some sort of sick joke. “(L/N). (L/N). (Y/N)!” “Wh-what?” He glared down at you. What the hell? He held his hand up to his forehead in a sanctimonious, dramatic pose. “Were you not listening to a word I said?” “Um, no?” “Alright, come on.” He took you by your wrist leading you away. “Where are you taking me? Lotor, let go!” “No, not until you hear me out.” Once you were a safe distance away he finally let go of you. “Listen, what happened in potions. Let’s just pretend none of that ever happened.” He waved his hand around dismissively. The scent came back full force being this close to him and it made you slightly dizzy. “No.” He frowned. “What?” “I said no.” “Just because that ridiculous potion says you are what I hold dear means nothing.” “I beg to differ. I think it’s actually quite telling.” You smirk up at him and he glares before averting his eyes, a light blush over his ridiculously sculpted cheekbones. “Lotor, tell me one thing.” He was fully prepared for you to ask him something that would make fun of him or something that had to do with why he found you so dear to him. “Why are you so cruel to others?” He hadn’t been expecting that. “I knew the feelings weren’t reciprocated, you needn’t rub salt in the wound.” “I’m being serious! You are a great student, so why? Why must you be so cruel?” “It’s in my nature suppose.” You took a step back, realizing how close you had moved towards him. “I see. I guess I was wrong.” “Wrong?” “Didn’t you wonder what I smelled in the Amortentia?” “I didn’t think about it, truthfully.” “J. Pippin’s Potions and the rain.” He looked annoyed and uncertain about what the scents were supposed to mean. “And one more thing.” “Oh?” “Your pompous cologne.” Lotor remained silent, you could practically see the gears turning in his mind. “My cologne?” “So it would seem.” “I- You hold me dear?” “So it would seem.” “Is that all you’re going to say?” “So it would- nevermind.” He nodded, still trying to get a grasp on the new information. “Can I try something?” “Depends…” “Can I kiss you?” You blushed. This was not how you saw this day playing out. Hesitantly you nodded. He cupped your jaw, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Your breath caught in your throat. He smiled warmly, it was the first time you’d ever seen him look so friendly. He was kind of stunning when he looked this soft and open. Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned toward you, his warm breath ghosting over your lips. ANd then he was kissing you. His lips were soft and warm and tasted faintly of butterbeer much to your surprise. You could feel butterflies in your belly and sparks in your heart. He pulled away far too soon. When you opened your eyes Lotor was smiling that beautiful smile again. “Wow.” You giggled at his awestruck expression. “Do you want to accompany me to Hogsmeade?” You frowned causing him to do the same. “I do like you Lotor, but I don’t know... You’ve been a huge jerk to a lot of people, including my friends and I and-” “Then I can stop. Or at least I will try to.” You sighed, considering what he was saying for a moment. You tip-toed to press a peck to the edge of his mouth. “I’ll give it a try. But you have to prove that you’ll be kind.” “We have an agreement.” You smiled. Amortentia truly is a love potion.

[kclenhartnovels]

Coming Home

[First | Previous | This is the final part of Emeric’s origin story. Content warning for some gore at the end.]

“What can you tell us about the Monster?“ Eve asked.

The sunlight lanced red beams though the windows with the setting sun, and the Brothers had all locked and secured every gate under René's supervision. He had added iron bars across the usual latches, sprinkling them with holy water and reciting prayers in front of each gate. The other monks watched him warily, unusused to seeing their Father so concerned, or acting so oddly. Especially without telling anyone else the reason for the precautions.

“His name is Thomas,“ Emeric said quietly, sitting up in bed and hugging his knees to his chest. “Or, was, I guess. He's a—he said he was a werewolf, he's cursed. But I don't know. I thought werewolves transformed by the moon or something. He's just...he's like that all the time. Something between a beast and a man.“

“There are a lot of different curses,“ René greeted, walking in bearing a tray of food for all three of them. “Were you able to rest, Emeric?“

“Not really. I shouldn't stay here. He'll be coming for me.“ Emeric touched the healing wound on his chest, still able to feel Thomas' claws there. More, he could feel his presence like a shadow over him. Every morning, every night, every waking moment, whether he was near to him or not, Emeric could feel him. It was a dread that seeped into his very bones, inescapable and eternal. Hungry, lustful, angry, and obsessive. “He won't let me be free.“

“No, I imagine he will not,“ René agreed, handing him a bowl of stew. “So what are you willing to do to be free of him?“

“Anything.“ He wished his voice wasn't so pitiful. He swallowed his emotions, drawing the spoon to his mouth instead. “But he cannot be killed.“

“You are a hunter, are you not?“ the Father challenged. “What have you hunted in the past?“

Emeric frowned at the accusation, and ate for a moment to buy himself time. “Deer, boar, fox, lynx, and rabbits. Nothing like—nothing like him.“

“And did you use the same tools for a boar as you did for the hare?“

“No, of course not.“

René nodded solemnly. “That is your problem. You do not have the right tools to take on this Monster.“ He looked over to Eve with a smile. “If you don't think you have the fortitude to take him down, my daughter here is equipped to deal with any comers. Including you, should the wolf get the better of you, once Thomas is dead.“

“I don't know what you mean. I'm not a wolf.“

René took hold of his chin before he could react, and Emeric froze. “No? He cursed you, too, and you know this.“ He pulled up Emeric's lip, exposing his sharp canines again. “The wolf in you is quiet, only because Thomas' is so loud. But without him, you will have to be stronger. I can help you with that as well. Do you want to be a real hunter, my son? Do you want to keep the curse at bay, and rid the world of all of its evils?“

Emeric could taste the blood of Morbach on his exposed teeth. He could taste his father's blood first, ripped apart under the moonlight and under Thomas' eager supervision. Then, the blood of the other boys in town, the ones that could not remember the name of the bartender that served them every night. And then Frieda, who cried. Emeric sobbed when he shot her. He sobbed when he pulled her heart from her chest and cradled it in her hands. He cried when Thomas ate it.

“I want to do it,“ Emeric whispered, his voice breaking. “I don't want to be a monster.“

“Father,“ Eve interrupted quietly, “aren't you asking a lot of him?“

“I only ask of him what God asks of all of us. Some are destined to carry heavier burdens than others. You and I, and him, we are among them.“ René set aside his plate and glass. “I will make you a hunter, Emeric. I can make you a hunter the likes of which the world has not had before. Your curse can be your blessing, in the end. If you are good enough to stay strong, to stay firm, and to obey the word of God.“ He opened a trunk, pulling out a silver knife, the hilt made of bone and carved with a likeness of Christ on the cross. “This was made with the bone of a martyr, and when weilded by those worthy, can kill any cursed creature.“

Emeric could hear his father's voice in his head. He was not worthy of anything. Not worthy of his mother staying around, not worthy of glorious battle, not worthy of slaying monsters. He was not worthy of love.

But, if there was no one left to love him, there was no one left to think him unworthy, either.

He took the knife cautiously, half-expecting the hilt to burn his palm. When he felt nothing but cool bone and the weight of the blade, he looked back to up to René. “I will kill him. But how do I stop from becoming a monster like him?“

“Eve and I shall be concocting a drink for you. It will keep the wolf at bay for a time, but it must be taken every month at the new moon, or else you may find your teeth and your hunger sharper. But none of that will make a difference until you take care of the Monster.“

Emeric gripped the knife tighter, and for once it felt as if the shadow looming over him took a step back. The last light of the dusk painted the floor, and in it he could see the dust swirl around their feet. “He'll be out tonight. He likes to work at night.“

“The older monsters like that become, the more the good light of God burns them,“  René noted solemnly.

Eve frowned, but said nothing. Emeric hardly noticed her, his eyes still on the glint of the knife. He could do this. He could become what he always wanted to be—a hunter, proud, famous, respected, even revered. He could kill the Monster of Morbach and be freed from his claws. He could redeem himself. He could be—

“Father, he is just a child,“ Eve protested. “Let me go out with him, at least.“

“My daughter, each must atone for their own sins. At least, those that still have souls.“

Eve stood abruptly. “You cannot in the same breath say that I am responsible for him and his curse, and then tell me that I cannot help protect him.“

But Emeric was already walking out the door, leaving their arguement behind. Their voices echoed dully down the hall, and he had the vague sense of wrongness that came in the reverberations. But he felt different with each step. He felt holy. Justified. Redeemed. Immortal. Pure. He gripped the knife so tightly that the edges of the carved cross bit into his palm, then sliced it open, trickling his own blood down the blade as if to whet its appetite. As he stepped outside, the dusk had faded to purple, its brilliant colors dissolving as he looked straight above, the first twinkle of stars blinking onto the velvet dark. The curve of the moon drifted behind a whisper of cloud like the winking eye of God.

He didn't realize he was out of the protection of the Abbey walls until he heard Thomas' voice.

“Did you finally decide to stop fighting me, hündchen? Or have you led me to these meek Brothers as a way to ask my forgiveness?“

“I do not need to ask for your forgiveness and mercy any longer,“ Emeric snapped, surprised at his own voice, and the feel of his fangs against his tongue. “You are not my master.“

Thomas' laugh made the wounds on his chest throb. “Did they make you drink holy water, or sacremental wine?“ He stepped forward, taking a handful of Emeric's hair without ceremony, his claws breaking open his scalp. “You're drunk on words, hündchen.“

Emeric tilted his head to one side to lessen the pressure on his scalp. He stared into Thomas' eyes for a long moment, and in that breath of time, he watched the Monster's expression change. He knew, he knew that something had changed, and before he could react to to get Emeric on his knees once more, the carved bone handle of the knife protruded from his throat. Thomas' grip slipped from his protege, and his hands clawed at the air as he stumbled backwards. It seemed an eternity he wavered under the moonlight, his breath gurgling, the knife quivering, and his hands flexing as they flickered between human and bestial.

At last, he fell.

Emeric heard the toll of the Abbey bell, muted and seeming so distant. He ran his tongue over his sharpened teeth. He was on his knees in front of Thomas, using the knife to saw his head completely from his body. His severed neck spurted blood. It splashed on his face. He licked it away. With the cross on the hilt cutting into his hand, he removed Thomas' hands, his heart, and his genitals. He threw them into the river. His fingertips itched. He picked up the Monster's severed head, and in the rosy light of dawn, he walked back to the Abbey, wondering where the night had gone.

From the Abbey wall, René and Eve watched him approach. The Father's smile was calm and proud, and when Emeric held up the Monster's head, he felt as if, at last, he had come home.

[carinavet]

“Has the Anchor changed you?”

Solas seemed anxious -- nervous, even -- as he stood on the balcony, looking out across the mountain peaks. Lalaith had never seen him lose his cool before, not even when she first met him as demons were falling out of the sky. “What were you like before the Anchor?” he finally asked. “Has it affected you? Changed you in any way? Your mind your morals, your . . . spirit?”

Lalaith looked down, thinking, while she rubbed her left palm with a thumb. “Not directly, if that’s what you mean,” she finally answered. “But being the Inquisitor has changed me. Having the responsibility for so many lives . . . A year ago I was just another mage in a Circle. Of noble birth, true, but that didn’t make much difference. Now . . . Between the politics and the demons . . .” She wrapped her arms around herself in the chill mountain wind, and finally looked up at Solas again. He was listening quietly, absorbing the information in his own serious manner, but there was pity in his eyes. “It’s a lot for one person,” she admitted. “I’ve had to become stronger than I thought possible. But I don’t think the Anchor itself has changed me in any way, other than how I use my magic.”

“I see,” he said quietly. He seemed almost . . . disappointed.

“Why do you ask?”

“You show a wisdom I have not seen since . . . since my deepest journeys into the ancient memories of the Fade. You are not what I expected.”

Lalaith almost laughed. “Thank you for the compliment,” she said, “but I don’t think I’m all that different from everyone else.”

Solas frowned. “Perhaps not in the form of your body, no. But you have shown a subtlety in your actions. A wisdom that goes against everything I know of your people.”

“All I can do is my best, Solas,” she said quietly. “Many others would do the same.”

“You are modest. So many would use this Inquisition as a blunt instrument in their rise to power. But not you.”

This time she did laugh. “Believe me, if I could go back to my own quiet room in the Circle . . . There are many who would use the Inquisition,” she admitted thoughtfully. “But I’ve seen many more who truly want to help, even if they don’t know how.”

Solas pursed his lips. Lalaith couldn’t tell if he was thinking or holding back another arguement.

“What does all this mean?” she asked.

“It means . . . that I respect you deeply, Inquisitor. And I have disturbed you enough for one evening.”

Lalaith gave him a small smile. “You know I value your company and your council, Solas. Talking with you is never a disturbance.”

Solas returned the smile, gave her a small bow, and headed towards the door.

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