#she uses it too much as the LE GASP reveal and i just don't think it has the same impact after the feysand and the lucien reveal

[loveyazy]

wanna post my theory before Elain's book is here

I know people say Feysand is Hades x Persephone, but NO. Wrong. They're Beauty and the Beast as well. Rhys is literally described as having a beast mode/version/side. People are scared of him. He's misunderstood, etc. And because these are retellings, some things are changed. Like for instance, Rhys teaches HER to read, the way Belle taught the Beast to read in the Disney version (I can't recall if they do that in the original fairytale).

I think Tamlin x Feyre were the BatB fairytale retelling, and Feysand were more the Disney BatB retelling.

Hades kidnaps Persephone in the original story. Rhys tells her he wants her to come to the Night Court as part of her deal. You know who else makes a deal to stay with them? Belle and the Beast.

And yes, Rhys takes her away from Tamlin, but that's literally the only similarity to Hades x Persephone they have. Feyre was never spring-like to be Persephone, but who is?

ELAIN.

Elain is actually going to be the Persephone retelling. She is SPRING and where is she? In the Night Court, aka The Underworld, and ope, who is the male she likes? Azriel. Hades kidnaps Persephone and makes a deal to keep her in the Underworld. I don't think Az is obviously going to "kidnap" Elain, he doesn't need to, but I do think some sort of deal will be made, finally ending any sort of tie of her to Lucien and breaking the mating bond (because let's be honest, everyone and their mate getting together is boring af and is honestly why I'm kinda eh about all the mate reveals in her books now but I digress). Also Az's personality fits Hades much more than Rhys did. Hades has been written as a quiet, reserved introvert who likes to stay in the "shadowy darkness of his realm". Does that sound like Rhys or Az? I mean. It's right there, really.

Now the other retelling was Snow White and The Seven Dwarves, and other than a total crack explanation that Nesta went through several men before finding her prince, aka Cassian, (they did say her mother wanted a prince for her and Cassian was referred to as the Prince of Bastards so....?) it's hard for me to really place them as Snow White, but there wasn't another retelling in the first three.

People say oh three brothers, three sisters, so boring. And everyone and their mate getting together is what? Not boring? Not easy? I would LOVE for someone to finally break the mating bond and say yeah no, I don't want you.

Possibly hot take: Nessian would have been 100000000x better if they didn't turn out to be mates. The reveal at first was like WHAT. And then like five seconds later, I was like, "ope, wait. I hate this."

*spoilers up to cc2, all acotar, and tog 7 in the tags

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Corvus corax II

ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪ -> ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɪɪ

A scaramouche x [gender netural] reader story

♫ J’ai pas fait semblant, je te jure. J’ai jamais dit non, j’ai juste. Laissé le temps courir, partir, venir, mourir, courir, partir, venir, et mourir ♫

"I received news from your soldiers that you acquired my assistance?" An angelic voice came from an elegant woman with long rosy pink hair, she resembled that of a mermaid.

"Divine Priestess. You sure took your sweet time getting here," Scaramouche said bitterly.

"Well, this unexpected snowstorm did prove to be a difficult travel for your soldiers, not to mention that one couldn't breathe through their mouth."

"Oh, so he made it? Impressive. I'll be straightforward with you, Kokomi, I'm not here for idle chit chat."

Kokomi grinded her teeth at Scaramouche, who had very little to no care for his people. "Of course, I don't want to waste your time here any longer, my Lord."

"I'll pretend you aren't mocking me just this once for their sake," Scaramouche unwrapped a blanket to reveal the raven he had been carrying in his arms. Kokomi gasped at the sight.

"A raven? But I thought all of them were terribly massacred."

"I had thought so too. However, it seems as though one managed to survive. But not without being harmed. I managed to stop the poison from getting anywhere near their heart, but only someone with your expertise can fully rid them of this poison."

"Yes, of course, I'll gladly do so. Seems to be yet another effect of black magic. " Kokomi carefully picked the raven off Scaramouche's hold and placed them on a flat surface, "You poor thing, do not fret. The pain will only be temporary."

Scaramouche gave Kokomi space, distancing himself. He had saved the raven purely out of impulse.

The truth was,

He saw a little bit of himself when he witnessed the Raven's begging.

The times he had begged his mother to not toss him aside.

"Please don't leave me! I swear I'll be better, I'll become better!"

But when he begged, no one saved him.

So he saved you, his raven.

It didn't take too long for you to wake up. The immediate soreness rushed through your body. You held your head as you felt a headache coming in.

Though your eyes were blurry, you could make your surroundings you were in an infirmary of some sorts. But most importantly, you weren't home.

Your memories started to flood back in. They were dead, you could feel it. You were alone.

"So you're finally awake."

Your eyes shifted to the doorway where the man who saved you stood.

"Who are you?" On guard, you still had no clue of this man's intention regardless of his helping hand.

"I was expecting a 'Thank you', but I did hear you Raven's were quite the bold ones when it comes to strangers not of their Lord's."

"You didn't answer my question." You carefully demanded.

"Well, to put it simply, I'm your Lord." He crossed his arms.

Your Lord? But that would mean. Now that you looked at him, he awfully resembled the Raiden Shogun. Oh.

"You're her son."

He shoulders tensed at your realization. He sighed, rolling his eyes from you to the bandages on your stomach.

"That I am. Seems your injury has been healing quite well. " he placed a hand at his chest, playing with the fabric. You eyed his strange actions.

"If you have taken place, does that mean the Shogun has stepped down?"

"She died."

Your heart sank. "She - she died? Is that why she didn't come to save us?" You talked more to yourself than to the man in the room.

"The events happened just a mere day before your family's incident. It's such a shame. You all were supposed to be my army."

Your headache was starting to hurt. What now? What now? What now? What now? What now?

"Calm yourself, you swore to me, remember? I don't need a brainless fool by my side."

You were still in shock that all of this had occurred, this- it was too much.

"Ugh, clearly you are still recovering. I will have someone to check on you for the time being. I'll give you some time to think, but when I return, I expect a true Raven to be here"

-☆-

The morning air felt unusually cold, as you waited at a food vendor in Inazuma City for Kujou Sara. Last night thoughts lingered in your mind.

"Hey, you alright?" Kujou Sara woke you up from your thoughts.

Huh? You were confused as to how you exactly made this bench you and Sara sat on in front of a small pond with Koi fish swimming about. Was I that deep in my thoughts?

"Yes, sorry I was just zoning out."

"So, what did he talk to you about? Did he confess his undying love for you?" Sara practically gagged at the idea.

"Nothing really just something about scouting the area near Kannazuka island."

Sara nodded taking a bit out of her egg roll. "Didn't you say you have something to tell me?" You asked.

"Ah yes that. I just wanted to ask a personal question, if you don't mind that is."

"That depends on the question, Sara."

"Do you like Scaramouche?" You almost choked on your food.

"No." You managed to cough out.

"Well you sure answered that quickly, a little too eager to shut it down if i do say so myself."

You gave her a deadpanned look to which she lightly laughed at.

"That couldn't have possibly been your question, stop messing with me, your jokes are not funny."

"Oh but you laughed when I fell down the stairs." Sara sarcastically said.

You covered your chuckle at the thought.

"Wow!!" Sara exaggerated.

"Now see, that was funny." You both smiled at the memory.

You both relaxed in the silence eating your food. You've grown close to Sara during your few months living and working in Tenshukaku, often checking on each other regardless of different positions.

Though you denied it you did trust her and valued her opinions even though they annoyed you or you disagreed with them. However, at this very moment.

She was lying.

So this is how it is. So this is how it is.

You both were lying.

Sara broke the silence in disappointment, "Do you even know who you are?"

"Do not patronize me." You immediately retorted.

"Can't you believe it's been almost 4 months, and you still haven't told me your actual name?"

"What are you getting at, Sara."

"You've thrown your life away and gave it to someone who is just keeping it stored away."

"Such poetic words, it almost touched my heart truly."

"I get it, you've lost so many-" that was it.

"Don't kid yourself, Sara, you don't get it. You never will, but I've never antagonized you for it. So what? Let me throw my life away. You are not responsible for my actions. Don't waste your time on me when I make my decision. I chose this."

"You do love him… don't you?" Sara's eyes stayed on yours. And all you saw was pity and regret.

"This conversation is over."

The koi fish scattered away as you stood up, taking your leave back into the city. Sara did not call out for your name, not that you expected her to.

You were in a rush back to Tenshukaku purely out of frustration, you didn't usually get upset that easily at least not with Sara.

You were on edge.

What did she really want to say? It felt like she was testing my current mindset. And clearly, I have failed. The trust is no longer there. She won't confide in me anymore. Could she be-

You were abruptly pushed back when your shoulder collided with another.

"Oh, so sorry, dear." A lady grabbed your arm apologetically. You turned to look at the said the Lady. No way.

Lady Guji of Narukami Grand Narukami Shrine.

Also known as Yae Miko.

"It's not a problem. What a rare occurrence to see you far into the city Lady Guji. What brings you here?"

"Ah, just a change of scenery. Working two jobs as Chief editor and Head shrine Maiden, a woman like me surely needs a break, don't you think?"

"Yes indeed" Lady Guji's way of speech was always hard for you to read, it's as though she is an open book with no words written on it.

"You look so gloomy dear, it's been quite a while hasn't it. That last time we've truly interacted was when I visited your family." She clasped her hand on yours as a means to say her condolences.

"I must be on my Lady Guji" you broke off from her hold, bowing and continuing your walk.

She called your name.

"Whenever you seek answers you know where to find me."

You gazed behind your shoulder as you watched Lady Guji walk off.

She is heading in the direction of Kujou Sara.

-☆-

In a discreet room in Komore Teahouse, four guests hold a heavy discussion.

"Raven's are very loyal Sara, they were soldiers and messengers for the Shogun herself. And now only one remains. They aren't just loyal because Scaramouche saved them but because it's their job" Shikanoin Heizou explains.

Sara groaned in frustration as Yae Miko hummed.

"Oh detective, it's much more than that, surely you have realized that?"

"Miko enough of your literature input." Sara barked.

"Sara you can't deny they clearly have something between them that the public eye can't see, maybe even they themselves can't see-" Yae Miko took a sip out of her tea.

"-Regardless, your relationship has cracked after your inputting"

"Which is why I told you not to engage so brashly," Heizou added.

"Yes, I get it, I fucked up. However, I do not regret it one bit. They are obviously very detached from themselves. I simply want to help."

"Relax, Sara, one might think you're the one in love-" Miko teased, though it only upset the ex-general.

"Enough of these games Miko. I had enough about them. The whole purpose isn't about Raven, it's about Scaramouche and bringing him down."

"Alright alright, slow your horses Sara. Raven may not be the whole purpose but they surely do play a part" Heizou defused the rise in emotions.

"With what exactly?" Sara calmed herself.

"Well, Divine Priestess? You've been unusually quiet when you're the one who hosted this meeting?" Miko gestured to the unspoken guest.

"Apologies everyone, I'm just soaking in the many possible outcomes of this rebellion" Kokomi placed the tea she was holding for a while down.

"Of course, because this could always backfire on us at any time. Which might very well cost us our lives" Heizou reminded. Everyone nodded in acknowledgement.

Kokomi cleared her throat.

"There is one factor we might be able to exploit from our Raven's existence-

their heart."

-☆-

You trashed everything in your room. Glass shattered on the floor. Curtains dragged to the floor.

You were sweating, as your chest was burning up. Your brain screamed at you as you gripped the edge of your vanity table. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at your reflection out of fear on your appearance.

It felt like darkness was cloaking you, suffocating you. Constant whispers of wanting to kill and commit multiple bloodsheds flew into your ears as you told it to "shut up" which to no surprise did not work.

Frequently, Kujou Sara's name was brought up. You always talked big on doing what you must. But the morbid description of putting an end to her clawed at you. She was your friend, after all.

I always seem to contradict myself. You laughed at yourself.

You wanted to rip your skin, you couldn't take it.

You heard your name being called from behind you.

"You're aware when I said this room is for you to do as you please, I didn't mean to turn it into a dumpster." You lifted your eyes to see Scaramouche through the mirror, blurring out your image. You hadn't realized he welcomed himself inside.

"Lord-"

"Don't you ever get tired of calling me that? It's just me and you. You know my name use it."

"I didn't mean to Kuni" he softly sighed as he walked up closer to you resting his hand on the top of your chair.

"I don't know about that, you seemed to make sure to destroy every fragile item here. Mind telling what's the issue?"

"It's nothing."

"Don't lie to me"

"…"

"It's quite embarrassing for me to have to fetch my own soldier when they should've arrived at the said time." He complained but he didn't really seem to care that much about the matter.

"It won't happen again"

"I would hope not. Now-" he grabbed your hair pulling it off your face.

"-Who is the problem?"

"All of them," you answered.

He hummed. "I should have expected as much. Well, there is nothing we can do at the movement. What do you say we just act it out till the moment to strike arises."

"Yes sir"

Sir? You never really called him as such. And it was off-putting for Scaramouche. He chose to ignore it.

"... I never liked that Kujou girl anyways."

He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket wiping the sweat off your face with it.

"Now we have work to do, dear. Don't worry about the mess, I'll have someone take care of it."

You slowly stood up from your chair with the help of Scaramouche pulling your chair out for you.

"Calmer?" He asked.

You nodded. You peeked through the now wide opened windows thanks to you. "The snow is finally drying up."

"The cold still lingers so make sure to wear your coat, I'll meet you outside."

"No, wait." You called out.

Scaramouche stopped at the door, awaiting your response. "My coat is on the bed, I just need to put it on. So might as well go down together" you swiftly made your way to your bed to put on your coat.

"Well then, hurry up, would you?"

Scaramouche held the door for you, as you walked out together.

And the voices were gone just like that.

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

Midna wheezed. "Oh- Oh, Three protect me-"

"Midna, ya ain't even supposed to be here, I can make ya le- Twi, stop laughing, you're barely any better."

"Sorry." He gasped out. "How do you even cover that up?"

@peachy-scars hi! I'm the one that wrote your gift! (Hope it's not too bad...)

"Link." Midna greeted him, cup already in her hands. 

"Midna." He said, sagging down into the chair across from her with a sigh of exhaustion.

She slid a cup of warm tea over to him. "What happened?"

He picked the cup up, swirling the liquid inside. "Do you have anything stronger?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Why, Captain! Drinking on the job?"

"I'm not technically on duty." He grimaced. "I probably shouldn't drink though, you're right."

"I never said you shouldn’t drink." Midna said, getting up to retrieve a flask. She sat back down, and poured whatever was inside into his cup until it was nearly over the top.

He took a sip, and held in a gag. "Three Golden Goddesses, what is that?"

"Just some traditional Twili whiskey." She said, pouring some into her own cup. "You're already handling it better than my husband."

"What's he like?" He asked. Midna had mentioned her husband a few times, mostly in the context of her rejections (the ones that weren't extremely brutal, at least), but she had never gone into any detail. "Other than, uh, 'abs for days and a cute little squishable face'."

She raised an eyebrow. "Attractive." 

(Yeah, he kind of walked into that one.)

He downed the rest of his whiskey and tea combination, grimacing. "Anything else?"

"Nice tits."

"Okay, I will lead by example." He held up a finger. "Uh, Kree is kind, and he's a knight, and his hair is very soft, and he's good with kids, and he has nice arms– fuck–"

"Feeling the effects of the whiskey so soon, Captain?"

"No." He grumbled. Surely he wasn't that much of a lightweight. He had never been one for drinking, but he had done it a few times.

"Really?" She said, pouring more into his cup. He had the feeling she was trying to get him drunk so he would say something embarrassing, but he had had a long day and didn't really care anymore.

"Yeah." He said, holding the tea cup delicately. "I'm fine."

And the next thing Link knew, he was waking up in Midna's bed, her hair in his mouth and their clothes switched.

"What happened?" He asked groggily, sitting up and adjusting her robes, which he was now all too aware were very revealing. He had a very vague memory of actually doing the complaining he came there for, but nothing that would indicate how that had happened.

Midna slapped her hand around, searching for the flask. "I think we drank too much." She held her prize upside down, and a couple of drops fell onto Link's (now hers) tunic.

"Do– doya think anyone saw us?"

"I have a reputation." She said, throwing her arm across her face. "I can't be seen drinking with you."

"What's that mean?"

"Captain, and I mean this with the utmost respect– you are boring."

"Why does everyone think I'm boring?" He groaned. "Y'all– y'all are so mean."

"'Y'all'." She giggled, and then clutched her head. "Ow."

-----

And then, whenever there had been a particularly stupid officer bugging him, Link would head over to Midna’s tent. Apparently, the bonds forged when you got drunk and made a fool of yourself were strong.

(He thought Midna just liked to talk shit about people, though.)

"Have I ever told you I'm married?" 

"Twilight." Warriors said, grunting. "I don't really think this is the time."

He rested his head on Warriors’s shoulder, leaning more of his weight on him. (Rude; he wasn't the only one injured, here.) "She's beautiful. Orange hair, just like a fire, the most beautiful tattoos…"

"Twilight, if you don't shut up, I'm going to leave you here to stitch your own wounds up." Had their potions been spiked, or was he just delirious with pain?

"She's a queen, ya know." He sighed. "I don't know why Midna picked me."

He nearly dropped him at that. "Midna?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it's not a Hylian name because she's not. Hylian, I mean."

"Really?" His voice seemed squeaky. Was it squeaky?

"Yeah." He frowned at him. "You don't have a problem with that, right? Some people think she's a monster just cause she's not Hylian–"

"What? No, I don't care."

He relaxed. "Good. I think she'd like you. You're easy to make fun of."

"Yeah, I know she would." He grumbled.

"What?" Twilight asked.

"What?"

"One time I heard her screaming." Twilight continued, either not caring about his evasive answer or too concussed to notice. "Found her standing on the table, staring at this tiny little bug in the corner."

-----

"Captain Link!" The soldier saluted. 

"At ease. Any news to report?"

"Ah." The soldier gulped. "Lady Midna is here."

"...Lady Midna?"

"Yes. She asked to meet with you specifically."

He stifled a groan. He had all of his duties to catch up on, no matter what Zelda said about special circumstances, and Midna was not someone easy to ignore.

(And there was still the matter of whether his Midna and Twilight’s were the same.)

----

"Hello, Captain." A voice said from behind him, just before an arm leaned on his head. "Been a while, has it not?"

"...Hello, Midna."

"Is that how you greet your friends, now?" She picked up a piece of paper from his desk. "You said something about a quest in your last letter, how's that been going?" She raised an eyebrow as if to indicate that that was a proper greeting (it wasn't, in Warriors’s opinion).

"It's been fine."

"My husband is on one, too." She tossed the paper aside. "I haven't seen him in months."

"So, uh, why are you here?" He bit his tongue, trying not to mention that her husband was on the same quest as him. He didn't know for sure that they were the same Midnas. It could have just been a very… odd… coincidence (but probably not, considering all the things they had told him. Goddesses, they were going to kill him when they realized how much embarrassing information he knew).

"Everyone in Link's village is… dull." Was that the first time she had ever said his name? "And I needed a break from my duties as queen."

"So, you came here to– what, mock me or beat the shit out of my soldiers?"

"Well, actually, I came here to beat up your soldiers and mock some of your government officials." She smiled fondly. "Zelda and I have such fun doing that."

He wasn't sure if she was talking about his Zelda or hers, and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know.

"Warriors?" A knock came at his door, accompanied by a familiar Ordonian accent. "Wild was wondering whe–"

Midna strode over to the door swiftly, yanking it open. Twilight was standing there, hand still raised, open-mouthed.

"Link?" She stared down at him.

"Midna?" He said, voice a bit shrill. "How are you–"

"The War of Eras. How are you here?"

"I'm– I'm on a quest with him?" Twilight pointed at him.

Warriors's eyes darted over the window, and he wondered whether he could make it over there before they caught him. He'd survived taller heights.

"Oh, no, Captain." Midna said, apparently realizing how grave the situation was and dragging him away. "You're going to tell me everything embarrassing Link told you."

"I don't know anything!" He squeaked. He knew lots of things; he knew too much about both of them. Was this how he would die?

"Ah, Midna, wait." Twilight said, pushing his way in front of Warriors. He could have cried, happy for the first time ever to see that ugly wolf pelt. "Don't you want to ask him what's all going on?"

"You're right." She narrowed her eyes. "I am curious why he kept this from us…"

"Because I knew this would happen!" He said defensively. "You're going to interrogate me!"

"Well, he's not wrong." Twilight said.

"Of course I'm not!" 

Midna patted him absently on the head. "Yes, yes, thank you." She turned to Twilight. "I can't believe he kept this from me. We bitched together. Does that mean nothing? And I'm the one who's supposed to have blackmail on him."

Well, that was a slightly concerning statement, but–

"Half of my letters I couldn't send anyway, Midna– Y'all'd've known that if you actually read them–"

"Y'all'd've." Midna said in delight, any signs of being upset disappearing immediately.

His eye twitched. He worked hard to cover his accent, yet it seemed Midna was always able to draw it out at the perfect opportunity to make fun of him.

Twilight snorted. "Damn, Captain. Even mine ain't that bad."

"Shut up." He hissed, not even trying anymore and letting his accent come out full force. He wasn't ashamed of where he grew up, after all.

Midna wheezed. "Oh– Oh, Three protect me–"

"Midna, ya ain't even supposed to be here, I can make ya le– Twi, stop laughing, you're barely any better."

"Sorry." He gasped out. "How do you even cover that up?"

"Practice."

"It's thicker than mud!" Midna leaned on his desk, gasping for breath. "Yet you sound like the perfect little city boy!"

He crossed his arms. "No one respects ya if ya have an accent like mine."

Twilight nodded, sobering up a bit. "Yeah, you're right."

His eyes flicked down to their matching wedding bands, and he stood up. "This has been nice and all, but I still have work to do–"

"I'll forgive you just this once, Captain." Midna said, leveling a finger at him. He had the feeling that she had just been messing with him the entire time. "Only because your accent is hilarious."

"It sounds just like his!" He protested. 

He coughed. "Well–"

"The thickness doesn't change how it sounds, Twi." He hissed.

Honestly. No one would have ever been this rude about an accent in Ordon.

[randomoneshotsblog]

𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 (𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹)

Summary: Y/N is sent for the fight with Simmons but things didn't go as she expected.

Warning: none (RE6 Leon)

Words: 1842

Author's note: I know it took a long time but here it is 🤗 sorry if there are any typos

LEON POV (1 hour ago)

I lost her. I can't believe it.

My breath gets heavy and I fall on the ground, hugging my knees. I'm done, destroyed.

Helena gets closer, extending her hand.

"Leon, it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay." I step away from her touch, dumbfounded with what I just heard.

"Okay? It's not okay! I just lost my fucking girlfriend! And you're saying it's okay?!" I scream getting up while tears stream down my face. Helena jumps with my voice. I turn around, my back facing her and I raise my hand to my forehead.

"My life don't have sense anymore." I whisper. I feel hand on my shoulder. I turn around, revealing Helena with a sad and gently look.

"No, your life has sense. I believe her, you said yourself that she cheats death like anyone. Even if I can't guarantee that, have hope. Like Chris said, they haven't found a body. Maybe she got out of there before they appeared." I stare at her.

I dry my tears and follow my way, Helena behind me.

I keep going like nothing happend, saying nothing. I can see the Tower this way.

"If he really killed her, he's gonna pay." I think while we go towards the Towel. A silence falls on us. I prefer this way. Along the way I just keep thinking of her.

"I hope you didn't go so soon, my love." A few tears fall but I dry them.

We arrived at the elevator. I stare at the world down at us, on flames. I dont know what to think anymore. I feel like I lost a part of my heart, of my soul.

"You really love her, don't you?" Helena asks by my side. I turn my head and give a weak smile.

Suddenly, an explosion happens, that makes the elevator go far.

"Great!" I say, running towards the other elevator. We jump and fall to the other one but it's ready to fall as well. We take its rope and start going up.

While we go up, I hear an explosion from the other side and I see Simmons above the elevator. It seems like Simmons is after someone, but who?

The person is soon revealed when they jump to another surface.

I let out a relieved smile. She's alive.

"Helena, look!" I call her attention. She stops climbing and looks behind.

"I told you she was alive." She says letting out a laugh.

"She cheated death again." I say smiling. We keep climbing, me keeping an eye on Y/N.

I see a surface, Helena jumps on it and I do the same.

"Let's help her!" I say, seeing that she's limping and needing help. I hit him with a few rifle shots. Simmons returns to his human form and Y/N goes above him.

"That's my girl." After a few minutes, the surface falls and we're back climbing. I look down and see Simmons coming towards us ready to attack.

I try to dodge a few attacks, I hear Y/N shooting from the other side.

"Not him!" I hear her say in the earpiece. We climb the rope faster while Simmons falls and falls.

He gets out of the wall and goes towards Y/N. Oh no! He knocks her down making her hit her head. I hear a scream of pain. Her eyes aren't open. She tries to crawl backwards but gives up.

"Y/N!" I scream for her. "Helena cover me." I say jumping to the other surface that leads me to her.

I get closer to her, and I put her head on my thigh. I check her thigh. A bandage, that's why she's limping. Poor baby, she's done.

"Babe, please, stay with me." I say looking at her face, full of pain, I can feel her breathing.

"Wake up, you can do it. I cant lose you." I say my voice breaking, I lower my head for an instant, looking for answer.

"Ah, Love, a weakness. Only destroys." Simmons says, in his human form and getting closer.

"Not from my point of view." I shoot back, I feel Y/N squirming, letting out a moan.

"Ahh!" She starts looking for my face with her hand.

"Le...on." she mumbles. I take her hand and put on my chest, making her feel my heart. Y/N tries to open her eyes, I get my attention back to Simmons that it's looking furious to us and gets closer. I get back to her and see that her eyes are open, I ask her if she's okay.

Simmons strikes and I hug Y/N, protecting her. I don't care if I die, if she's okay, my soul will be as well. She hugs me stronger.

When the attack ends, we step back and look at each other. I see doubt in her beautiful, brown eyes. I gasp at knowing that she's here, alive. She gives me a weak smile in return.

I get up, helping her, she is still limping and having a hard time to get up. I see Simmons coming towards us.

"Stay close. The leg doesn't look good." I say aiming at him but moving my head towards her leg.

Simmons starts transforming again and I start shooting at him.

"Helena, a little help here." Y/N says on the earpiece, I let out a laugh.

Simmons falls and go to his direction until he gets me and throws me to the edge of the surface making me fall but I can hold myself with my hands. I see Simmons coming closer, I grip harder at the surface.

"Leon! Your bastard!" I hear her say. He starts kicking my hands. "Do you want to live? Then, begg! Begg for your life!"

"I'll pass." I say back, starting to breath faster. Suddenly, I hear a gunshot and see Simmons falling from the surface. I stand on the surface. I see Y/N coming towards me, limping. So beautiful.

"Are you okay?" She asks worried while I'm just staring at her. At this moment, I realised how much I loved her, I'd give my life for her. Die for her. That's the woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with.

"Leon..." I get closer and close the gap between our bodies. I put together our lips in a deep kiss. I pull her closer to my body. Her lips, sweet and soft, caressing mine. I missed this so much. I can feel my heart beating, so fast. I can smell her feminine perfume. Ah, how I love it. I put my hands on her waist. Her hands are passing to my neck to my hair. She pulls my hair making me growl. She opens her mouth giving entrance to my tongue. Our love surrounding us. I leave lovely kisses on her neck making her gasp. I hug her, like my life depends on it.

"I love you, I love you." I say, hugging her, tightly.

"I'm never letting you go. Never." I think. I step away and look at her eyes, intensely. I'd look at them all day, if I could, I'll never get tired. She raises her hand to touch my face, I close my eyes, enjoying the moment.

"I love you too." She says back, a tear falling. She kisses my cheek.

"I hate to break the moment but a chopper is on its way to get us back, I think it's better if you guys come here." Y/N nods, laughing.

I look at her and take her hands. "Let's?" She nods.

On the way, I offer my help to carry her, because she was limping a lot. I'm starting to get worried about her leg. I'm happy that everything ended well. I hope we can live our lives now.

Y/N POV (now)

We arrived home, safely. I'm still limping and with a little pain, Leon is behind me. We got in and he closes the door. Now, I'm stopped in front of the door, facing our living room. I dont know what to do. I dont know if I take a shower or do other things now.

"Babe, what is it?" Leon comes and put a hand on my back. I turn around.

"Ah, nothing. It's nothing." I step away from him, tired. "I'm gonna take a shower." I say going to our room to get the clothes then the bathroom. A hot shower that's what a need. I put my clothes with blood in the basket and get in the shower. You can already see the hot steam. I stand there, just feeling the hot water on my body.

"Ah, this is nice." I think out aloud. I'm feeling my hurt leg get weaker. I force my other leg. While I'm on my thoughts, I hear the box door opening. In a few seconds, big and warm hands are on my waist.

"Leon." I mumble. He whispers in my ear. "Are you okay?" He's leaving kisses on my neck, now. I take my time to answer.

"Yes, yes, I'm okay." I turn around and get the soap to wash myself.

After a few minutes, of kisses and taking a shower, Leon and I are in the sofa, he's taking care of my wound.

"Since when I have wounds and you dont?" I say, mocking since I always take care of his wounds.

"I do but not that ugly, this time." He speaks sitting next to me, and looking at my wound.

After we're done, we cuddle on the sofa. "Leon, I need to talk to you." I raise my head from his chest to stare at him. He looks at me, serious.

"Why your eyes were red earlier? Did something happen?" He looks down, uncomfortable. I get confused.

"Chris told me that your helicopter was knocked down, and... and... He told me there was no survives..." I start to build the puzzle. That's why he was so weird earlier.

"Ah." I say, ashamed. He raises his head. "It was at that moment that I realised that you are the woman of my life. If people want to hurt us, hurt me, not you. If something happens to you, I'll surely will blame myself. For not protecting you better." I hug him. His arms tightening around my waist.

"No, don't say that. I dont like when you put me before yourself. You worry about my life before yours, but I don't. I worry about you life, Leon. You are the man of my life. That man that I looked my whole life, and I found where I never expected." We step away, I say looking at his eyes.

"When the words 'I love you' gets out of my mouth, I'm not throwing them. They're my feelings, the ones that I cant express enough." He lays his head on my chest and hiccups softly.

"I love you, Leon. Always and Forever." I kiss his head.

"I love you, my love."

[jetblackpayne]

Dazed & confused

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summary: In which Arden Keaton (OC, half!witch, time traveller!from present) travels to 1984 to fix the timeline for the sake of her future. She’s left Dazed and Confused. BASED OFF RUELS SONG

warning(s): part of another series (aka i’m too lazy to write and wanna write this first), language, sexual situations.

a/n: this was rushed lol. lmk if i should change it to make it less choppy/spelling corrections. AND OR IF IT MAKES NO SENSE ILL CHAT YOU IN THE COMMENTS AND MAKE IT CLEAR!⚡️⚡️😁

key: italics = flashback

bold = arden’s thoughts

bold italics = others thoughts

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PART i.

i.

Arden Keaton woke up with a sudden urge to vomit. Her head was spinning as her eyes began to well up with tears. What just happened? Why do I feel different? She woke up in Murder House as she normally would but something to her seemed off. What was once her bedroom coated in lilac walls and light carpeting against cherry wood floors was now white cracked paint and nails sticking out of the floorboards. More hazard, dangerous, and unkept then she remembered. What happened to this place? For some unknown reason, her mind kept trailing. She couldn’t call out for help or question to her family or to the ghosts why her room looked the way it did. She felt as though she didn’t belong. She couldn’t feel half of the souls trapped in this house as she did before. Her friends Tate not Violet we’re present. A pounding sound suddenly filled her ears from the thin walls echoing through the narrow halls. Her head snapped up in surprise as she walked out of her room. She walked along side the doors, attempting to feel some type of energy from the rooms. Her tracks stopped beneath of a room she had yet to explore, the attic. Her gaze travelled up the suspended ladder as her hands and feet hooked onto the ledge one at a time. When atop, her heart stopped when she found Nikki and Sam Argento, the two loudest ghosts in Murder House screwing each other like some sort of kinky ritual. The woman’s wrists tied to the bedpost in the attic as a knife trailed down her collarbone to cut the strap of her bra off.

Arden gasped. Her hands feeling weak at the sight. Arden felt her body draw from the only thing keeping her stable as she landed on the ground with a thud echoing throughout the house. The sound of meaning and pounding against the wall was silenced. The two stopped in thier moment with wide eyes, “Who’s there?” She heard Nikki yell from the top. Arden scrambled up and ran to the staircase trying to keep her footsteps quiet as possiable. Where is my family? She took out her phone to see her worst nightmare, ‘No Service.’ What is going on?

Arden deceased down the main staircase as quietly as she could. She didn’t know what was going on. She walked into what her family called the ‘family room’ and walked over to the television. Her head lowered as she started intensely at the picture box; goring almost with a palm stuck out. The TV began to flicker as the static became clear. Arden cocked an eyebrow in confusion, the signal usually was great; static was unusual for her to see. The televisions signal slightly cleared up with a grainy effect. *“James Keaton, a young man, age of 19, the youngest ever to graduate from MIT was at his weekly press conference last night. He had some shocking yet releaving information to share with the world.”* The women on the news channel spoke. Arden’s heart pace quickened hearing her fathers name being mentioned. This had to be some sort of prank. The bottom right corner of the screen made her heart drop; there was no way. June 13, 1984. She didn’t know what to think let alone say in this moment. Either I’ve seen the light, or i’m loosing my mind.. The channel finally cut to a new scene. It was her father when he was younger. Arden could distinctly remember the photos framed on the wall above the fireplace in thier old home and the ones mounted on the counters. She could have sworn she’d seen a picture of him in that exact moment. *He looked as if hewere glowing yet looked around at the press with a nervous glance. “I am the Iron man.” He spoke as the crowd went crazy. He then proceeded to sit down in his seat behind the podium. The scene cut to the woman again as she smiled, “Los Angeles has their very own superhero; and it’s James Keaton, genius, soon to be billionaire, also known as Iron Man. Clever name for a clever guy!* The television suddenly went black. Arden’s eyes glued on the void lingering in the still-air.

“What the hell are you doing in our house?!” Nikkis voice shouted from the top of the stairs. Arden’s heart dropped into her stomach as her mouth ran dry. The woman had on a silky bubblegum pink robe untied revealing her lingerie set to the teenager. Behind her was Sam. His arms crossed over his chest as he stood in confusion.

“I’m sorry.” Arden spoke, “I’m not supposed to be here for another 35 years.” Arden stepped over to the staircase placing a nervous hand on the railing. Even the words that came out of her mouth cane as a shock. How was she so calm? “You see it might sound crazy but I fell asleep in 2019 and woke up here in 84. I don’t know what to do.” Arden didn’t feel guilty telling them. They were ghosts in her present house and she was sure they would remember her. “I didn’t mean any harm but I don’t know what to do. My parents are my age.” The couple exchanged glances. Arden read into their minds only to be thinking the same thing, What the hell? “I know what you’re thinking literally it might sound crazy—”

“The amount of shit we’ve seen going on in this house, nothing seems crazy anymore.” Nikki cut her off offering her a small smile. She returned the gesture with a slight pink tint to her cheeks. The couple were still in thier underwear behind the masks. “You don’t look too harmful to me.” she smirked walking down the stairs, “What’s your name?”

“Arden Keaton.”

“As in James Keaton?” Nikki stood stunned.

“In like 18 years time.”

“Bitchin” Sam spoke now beside his partner kissing her temple, “That’s your old man.”

Arden cringed at the term. She gave them a fake smile and snickered playing along, “Yep.”

“Well Arden,” Sam spoke looking down at her small frame, “If you’re gonna be here anyways, you can stay with us obviously.” Arden’s body shifted in slight discomfort. She knew what this couple was known for and being in the midst of that would be disturbing to say the least. “Don’t worry, we won’t keep you up all night with our noises.” He smirked at his significant other as she nibbled on the exposed skin on his neck. He sucked in a hitched breath as his eyes rolled back with pleasure.

Arden’s nose scrunched up, “I guess.”

“It’s settled then!” Nikki smiled again her.

Something to Arden didn’t make sense. Sure considering it is her house in 35 years, she should stay but in thier present time, it’s not. Why would they let her stay like it’s normal? “I’m sorry,” Arden spoke catching them in mid makeout session, “Why are you being so nice to me? I mean I woke up here, told you I was from the future, yet you treat me like i’m not crazy?”

“Like we mentioned, we live in the Murder House, nothing seems too crazy for us anymore.” Nikki wrapped a lazy arm around Sam. They smiled at the girl.

“Well.. t-thank you.” She stuttered a bit shaken up from what she found out.

“You seem tense.” Nikki pondered looking at Arden’s figure. Her shoulders were broadened, eyes diverted to the ground, and hands folded in front of her. “You need to let loose and I know just the thing.” Nikki ran over to the small closet near the front door. Rummaging through the racks she picked out two very bright workout outfits. She slung the two pieces over her shoulders and popped one hip out. To Arden, the outfits looked like a cry for attention; a good or bad cry was still being debated. “Were going to the aerobics studio!”

Arden tossed the woman a small smile. Maybe this would be good for me..

ii.

Sam stayed behind while Arden and Nikki were off to the studio. When they arrived, they went thier separate ways planning to meeting up later. Arden was currently stood in front of a full length mirror. On her body was one of the outfits Nikki gave her. The top was a hot pink bandeau under blue striped spandex suspenders. A buckle above her hips strapping over her belly button. "What the hell am I wearing?" Arden asked herself looking at herself. Her back arched as she looked at the leotard basically up her butt. She twirled amd reached her hands over her head in a semi-seductive way, admiring her look slightly, but she’d never admit it.

"A sexy aeroba-fit that will make all the guys pop a boner." A voice remarked behind her. Her gaze followed it to find a girl in her 20s if not Arden’s age, smirking in her direction. Her hair looked like she dyed and fried it too much. Her was face caked in makeup. She had on a leopard print leotard on; underneath were black leggings paired with platform boots. Interesting. “Don't worry, i'm not a les," The blonde spoke as she smacked her gum against her teeth smirking, "Just friendly." She beamed, "I'm Montana Duke by the way."

"Arden."

“You got a last name, Arden?” Montana challenged narrowing her brown eyes to the girl who stood a good few inches taller than her. Arden would have found her intimidating if she were weaker than her. She knew that wanst the case. She admired Montana Duke for her assertiveness and confidence. There was no way Arden introduce herself to anyone here without feeling awkward of it.

“Ke-” She thought for a moment noting a look of curiosity from the stranger across her. She couldn’t tell the girl her name. After all her father was famous for his now exposed identity for being a superhero and whatnot. The only reason why she told the overstimulated couple was because they once lives in her house; she would know them once she got back to present time as who was once living. Thier souls embodied in the wall of Murder House. She had no idea who this chick was. She couldn’t possibly trust her even if she held a knife to her throat. “Kline.” She firmly spoke.

“As in Calvin?”

“Far descent but yes.”

“Can’t possibly be that far if you have the same last name babe.” Montana smiled as she grabbed hold of the girls hand. Arden tensed up and Montana felt it, “Now let’s go Miss. Kline. Don’t wanna be late for your class.”

“I don’t have a class set up!”

“You do now. I’m sure X would let you join if you’re with me. I can tell we’re gonna be very good friends.” And they were off to class. Arden was a little anxious but she didn’t know why. She wouldn’t remember these people in the long run so why should she care what they think of? The two girls stepped into the bright room. Montana let go of Arden’s hand and practically ran to A hunky blonde Ken-doll. His features, to her, mirrored an angel. His perfectly gelled blonde hair was held up with a lilac headband. His clothes were light as well. White tank top and lilac shorts. The matierial hugged his body well. Arden couldn’t help but bite her lip unintentionally. Montana conversated with him as his gaze suddenly turned to Arden’s, winking in her direction. His tongue ran over this pearly white teeth. He gave her a sly wave. Arden felt her stomach drop as he left cheeks flourished. Her hand went up slightly to give him a shy wave. He laughed a bit looking at her again, he admired her shyness. If only he knew she wasn’t THAT shy.

Pretty soon class started and a few more people to Montana’s taste strolled in earning a wave. Arden stayed close to the back with a brunette girl who introduced herself as Brooke Thompson. They made quick conversation being thier first time in the studio, except Brooke wanted to come. Arden came with Nikki’s suggestion; she had no idea where the woman was. That was far beyond her concern. The sound of Frank Stallones, ‘Far from home’ began to fill the small room. X walked up to the front and began to stretch. His arm crossed his collarbone hugging it with the other. Once again, winking in the girls direction. She smiled at him and looked to the ground. This was gonna be a long day.

iii.

Arden began to hum/quietly sing the tune to Hanson's, 'Mmmbop' as she exited the women's locker room. The Montana and Brooke, whom she met prior, trailing behind her. Arden walked up to the counter and ordered a mango smoothie when she saw three guys converting. She recognised them from the slimmercise class she took. One being the the instructor and the one Montana mentioned, X. The one who couldnt keep his eyes off of her. X stopped what he was saying to look at her. He stared at her body licking his lips as his friends began to check her out. Arden sighed as she saw the hungry eyes melt into the back of her head. She began to read the filthy thoughts they had of her and shuttered. "You know it's not polite to stare." Arden turned around flipping her hair over the shoulders in the process. Batting her eyes, she took a sip of her smoothie. Where did this confidence come from? The boys stood there speechless at the sudden accusation; which happened to be true.

"I'm sorry sweetheart." X spoke as he stepped in ground of her. His perfectly structured jawline sharpened as he smiled at the girl. She couldn't help but blush at his gesture. He stuck his hand out to her, "I'm Xavier." He spoke as she looked at his hand. She finally knew what the letter stood for. "This is Chet and Ray." He motioned to the two other muscular guys behind him. Arden looked down at his empty hand and reached out for it. She brushed her hand against his smooth one to give him a gentle touch. Without warning, her mind clouded as her vision became blurry. She saw Xavier in a park with a needle in his arm. His pants soaked with his own urine. His eyes puffy from crying. Why did he let himself get like this? Just then a man came up to him and talked to him about the film industries he's worked in, "I could make you a star. With a pretty face like that, you could reach big places. And i'm gonna help you get there." He placed a hand on his inner thigh; groping is ever so slightly. "Trust Daddy." The man smirked at the broken man in front of him. Xavier nodded as he helped him up. Arden gasped as she stumbled into his arms. His smirk faltered to a scared expression. He snaked his arms under hers in a deadlift as her weight shifted onto him. He lifted her body over to the couch and looked around to see if anyone had seen the incident unfold. Nothing. The people in the lobby passed by doing anything but looking in thier direction. Chet, Ray, Brooke, and Montana rushed over to the couch as a drop of blood seeped it’s way down her drained face. None of them knew what to think.

“Good going man,” Ray said placing a hand on her shoulder wiping the dropping blood down her nose with a napkin from the counter, “You broke her!”

“Piss off!” Xavier exclaimed to his friends accusations, “I didn’t do anything. She grabbed my hand and went down. Then again most girls do.” Xavier and Chet shared a smirk.

Brooke rolled her eyes at thier childish behaviour. A girl just passed out in front of them and thier connecting it to thier hookups?

“That doesn’t explain why her nose is bleeding.” Montana spoke catching thier attention. They shook her off focusing on the limp girls body on the couch. What were they to do?

“Did you squeeze the poor girl too hard?” Chet asked.

“No fuck-face.” Xavier looked down at the girl. Her eyelids twitched slightly as her mouth parted. She sucked in a shaky breath as she opened her eyes slowly. The light from the ceiling blinding her. She hissed as she sat up and held her throbbing head. Xavier quickly sat next to her, taking her small hand into his large one, "Are you alright? Can I do anything?”

Her cheeks tinted as his simple gesture made her heart flutter. “Sorry about that.” She replies sheepishly

“Never has anyone in my class faint before.” He smirked at the thought. He leaned his body on the pillow her head was once on; elbow propped up holding his head in place looking up at her, “Guess you could say you ‘fell for me.’”

“Ugh,” Montana groaned and rolled her head back in annoyance, “Give me a break.”

Arden laughed at her remark. Xavier looked at her a winked at her making her flourished cheeks heat up more.

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