#to the battle of demon’s run where he gets so caught up in himself and making a show of humiliating and defeating these people that his team

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(i do try not to think about that episode so much because it does annoy me greatly that it’s this build up of. everyone around the doctor loves him so much they’d risk destroying time itself to save his life. river resists shooting him, amy puts together pieces of him in her head enough to want to help him across reality breaking, and at the end, the whole of time and space hears someone say “the doctor needs help!” and they come to answer. because that’s the good he puts out into the universe. people will come. if he just asks, they’ll come.

and then the episode turns around and goes, ‘yeah, anyway, river’s an idiot for doing all this dramatic shit to save him lol. the doctor had a plan all along to save himself. he doesn’t need anyone’s help.’ like THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT. OF EVERYONE WHO CAME. TO HELP HIM. WHY DID WE BOTHER WITH ANY OF THIS.)

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For the Danny=Ra's Al Ghul thing. Danny comes from a world that only looks like ours on the surface level until you get alternate names like Lake Eerie while we have Lake Erie or the alternate histories like Pandora or even Vortex

Now in our world, Sherlock is used sarcastically whenever someone points out something obvious. Danny might come from a world where Sherlock Holmes isn't as popular and the word "Detective" is used in place of Sherlock. Cue him using that word often and using the same context when dealing with Bruce or Tim to really sell that he's an alternate Ra's

"No shit, Detective"

The words slipped from the boy's lips in such a deadpan tone that for a second, Bruce half thought he imagined it. There was one thing to be told that an alternative version of Ra's al Ghul was caught battling it out with Green Arrow; it was another to be confronted with a teenager who spoke in the confusing lingo of his kids.

Bruce had seen Child-Ghul lose his mind over Go-Gurt alongside his friends- the assassins so dangerous they all earned the nickname of demons- when they happened to come by it in a regular grocery store. They had appeared like normal teenagers visiting the United States for the first time.

In fact, Bruce had yet to be aware that he was observing Ra's. He had been running around Gotham attempting to find the visitors and had accidentally overlooked them because of their genuine glee at finding tubed yogurt.

Even Dick and Damian had seen the same group but also dismissed them. It was strange to fit a version of Ra's Al Ghul, who was happily using hoverboards in the park while his friends recorded the great mass murder thousands of years old.

Tim was the only one who figured him out on sight. Bruce wonders if that was due to his son being incredibly intelligent or if Tim's hatred of Ra ran that deep. If it was the latter, Bruce would bet that even in his next life, Tim would clock Ra's in a crowd.

Red Robin had tracked Child-Ghul and his crew to an old cemetery, where they had been busy cleaning up gravestones. They had even fixed up broken stones and placed the proper offerings for each person.

How they knew which person followed which religion in life was a mystery.

Tim suspected they were attempting to rob another grave. Maybe they had known the people buried there- with Ra's being as young again- or they were trying to do some weird magic thing to save the planet again.

Bruce wasn't so sure.

He observed that the highly trained children cleaned up the cemetery and occasionally had random bursts of dance parties between the graves. He didn't think they were trying to steal anything- instead, they seemed to be suffering from mental illnesses.

Sometimes, one of them would speak to the air, asking it for an opinion on a new grave site. They might have been just regular people in their own world- Bruce had encountered civilian versions of himself and his kids before, so why no villains?- but the idea that Ra's Al Ghul had meta powers, any version, made him paranoid.

It didn't seem possible that Ra's didn't abuse his powers somehow. What could the strangers possibly be doing if it wasn't for world domination?

He got tired of watching and waiting for answers that weren't coming. Batman would force the children to tell him. He waited until the Child-Ghul wandered far away from his group, a bucket and brush in hand, and he arrived at a giant moss-covered stone.

Bruce watched as he greeted the air before sliding to his knees and scrubbing the moss away. His form was all wrong.

That was not a perfect crouch or position that would generate a fast reaction in case he needed it. In fact, the way the boy curved over the stone indicated he would suffer from backache if he sat like that for too long.

The Ra's Al Ghul would never have been caught dead in a similar weakened posture.

Did that mean this version of Ra's had no formal training?

"What do you think you're doing? " He growled, stepping out of the shadows. The boy jumped a good foot in the air, checking another box in his theory of not being trained.

He watched as Child-Ghul spun around, brush held in a sloppy throwing form, before freezing at the sight of him. At once, the tension eased out of his shoulders. He didn't seem afraid of Bruce, which was rather strange.

He built this entire persona to intimidate people at first glance. Yes, he had redesigned himself after learning kids were afraid of him, too, but the original design survived long enough for him to wield his fear tactic as a weapon.

"Ugh, what do you think you're doing walking around looking like that?" the boy sasses, gesturing at Bruce's whole being. "You look like a three-year-old drew you."

That was.....a rather creative insult.

"What are your plans here" He demands, ignoring the comment.

The boy raises a brow. His face twists into an expression he saw on Ra's Al Ghul before, and for a moment, Bruce wonders if Tim had made a mistake. How could Ra's look so humble. "What do you think I'm doing with a brush and a bucket of soap water?"

"You're cleaning the gravestone."

"No shit, Detective"

The phrase was like cold ice water pouring down his back. His pronunciation, facial expressions, and body language were exactly like Ra's.

Tim was right.

"Why?" He demands, stepping closer to tower over the boy.

"If you don't get out of my personal space, Imaginary Vampire Grandpa, we will have a problem." Child-Ghul hisses at him. For a moment Bruce is reminded of Damian.

"Try me."

Child-Ghul's grin is sharp and mad as he yells. "Escort this man to the door!"

Bruce raises his fist, ready for anything, only to literally feel invisible hands grab at him, dragging him out of the cemetery. He is flung out of the gate with the watching teenagers snickering.

Bruce bites back a curse. Of course, a child version of Ra's has ghosts working for him. He'll have to call the Justice League Dark for this. He hopes Zatanna is the one who answers and not her husband.

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     They shouldn’t have met. Angels and demons rarely ever met. Maybe once in a millennium. But never as much as Y/n and Felix met. 

     The first time was an accident. He was doing his own thing on Earth while she was working. Trying to get him back to Hell. 

     It was a battle between them, trying to get him back to hell and him evading and flirting with the angel. Centuries of the cat and mouse game. Even if she had gotten him back to hell, he’d always make his way back to earth. 

     A few centuries ago is where it took a turn. The flirting turned to stolen kisses and him running off. Kisses became longer over the years. The modern world provided a lot more fun for him. 

     He found himself in nightclubs often. Humans flocked to him, he didn’t have any interest in sleeping with them. Just wanting the attention of a certain angel. If he didn’t grab her attention he might take one or two of the humans home and have some fun. 

     The music blared as he sipped his drink and the human woman he had his arm around kissed up his neck. He had been making out with her moments ago but she wasn’t exactly the best kisser. Not on his list to take home. 

     Not that he worried much about what human he was bedding when he saw his target walking through the crowd to him. 

     “Get out of here,” he pushed the woman away from him and watched her grab her things and leave, scoffing at him. Something he’d usually mind the rudeness but not when he was watching the pretty angel he’d chased after for almost a millennium walk up to him in a cute little dress. 

     A dress he was sure the big man would frown upon.  One he enjoyed looking at, riding up her thighs as she walked. 

     “Felix,” Y/n called as she approached him. 

     “You caught me again, angel!” Felix smiled as he finished off his drink. “What will your reward be this time doll?”

     “Could you stay in Hell?” Y/n asked as she took a seat next to him, “What do you gain from toying with humanity?”

     “Besides getting to see you? Not much. They’re not that great at sex— even though some think they are.”

     “It is always sex with the demons up here,” Y/n scoffed 

     “Are you seeing other demons?” Felix asked, pulling her onto his lap, and making her straddle him. Y/n’s eyes widened as she looked down at the blonde demon under her, “You didn’t forget about this little guy you put on me, hun.”

     Felix pulled out the padlock necklace around his neck. It was the one time she had tricked him. Pulling him into a dingy bathroom at a nightclub just like this one. He did enjoy the bit of grinding and over-the-clothes action they had before she locked the necklace around his neck. Before promptly dropping him back inside the gates of hell. He thanked the dumbass humans that decided to try an old summoning ritual for the devil. 

     The devil himself didn’t feel like dealing with humans that particular day so Felix took the chance. So now he had her sitting on top of him. He never knew what the locket was for. He guessed it dulled his powers a bit since when he was up on Earth, he wasn't as strong as he used to be. 

     “It’s part of my job. Bring demons back to Hell since Lucifer can’t keep you there.” Y/n scoffed 

     “I bet none of them are as fun as me,” Felix smiled, leaning forward, he could see her blush a bit under the shitty light of the club. 

     “None of them try and get in my pants as much as you do.”

     “You enjoy it, you can’t lie.” it wasn't even a metaphor. Angels couldn't lie. 

     “You need to go back to Hell,” Y/n sighed

     “You're avoiding it, doll.” Felix chuckled as his hands held onto her hips. 

     “I can’t, Felix.”

     “But you want to. Otherwise, you would have killed me centuries ago.” 

     “I—”

     “You just have to say please. Take the fall,” Felix whispered in her ear

     His teeth bit on the lobe of her ear. Y/n gulped but didn’t push him away. Her hands gripped his collared shirt. “Come on, angel.”

     He kissed her jaw and down her neck. “Say the word.”

     “Not here,” Y/n told him

     “Come with me.”

     Felix dragged her out of the club’s back exit. Briefly pushing her up against the wall and pushing his lips onto hers. Y/n moaned against his lips, cupping his face as his hands held onto her hips, traveling to her ass. 

     “Felix,” Y/n mumbled against his lips 

     “Been waiting centuries for this,” Felix mumbled as he kissed down her neck. 

     Y/n leaned her head against the brick wall as the demon nipped at her skin. She closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy his mouth on her neck, then she felt the harshes of the brick wall be replaced by the comfort of a bed. 

     “Didn’t take that little trick away from me, did you?” Felix chuckled as he pushed up the skirt of the little dress she was wearing. 

     He kissed down to her chest, as he pressed two fingers against her clothed clit, rubbing small circles into it. Y/n bit her lower lip to hide her moans but Felix still heard them. Laughing against her skin as he moved up to slide the straps of her dress off with his teeth. 

     His eyes watched her expressions. He pulled the dress down to bunch up around her waist— smiling as he saw she wasn't wearing a bra— before pulling his hand away from her clit and pulling her lip from between her teeth, “Let me hear you.”

     Y/n nodded only for his hand to slap her then grab her chin and make her look into his eyes, “You're a big girl. Say ‘yes sir’.”

     “Yes sir,” Y/n repeated as he pushed his lips back onto hers. Both moaned into the kiss as he grabbed her hands and pinned them against the pillow. 

     Felix ground his hips into hers, his erection brushing against her clothed cunt. His tongue slipped into her mouth and fought against hers for a moment. One hand moved to squeeze her breasts making her gasp into his mouth. 

     He pulled away after a moment longer, the trail of saliva connecting their lips. Felix smiled and leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. Y/n moaned as his tongue flicked the little bud while his hand worked the other, twisting it between his thumb and pointer finger. 

     After a moment, he switched breasts and gave the same treatment as her back arched off the bed and her hands tangled in his hair. He lightly bit the bud as he pulled away. 

     “Get rid of your clothes and sit on your knees for me,” Felix instructed as he got off the bed. Y/n took a moment to catch her breath before moving to discard the fabric and her heels from her body. Sitting on her knees in the middle of the bed. A moment later, Felix came back. Having discarded his shirt and pants, chains in hands and he got on the bed. 

     “Such an obedient little one,” Felix smiled as he locked the cuffs connected to the chains around her wrist and pulled her arms above her, locking the chains to a metal loop on the bed frame. 

     “I always thought buying a bondage bed was a good idea,” Felix chuckled as he pulled something out from one of the bedside drawers. Smiling, he spread her knees apart and put the object under her. Her clit was pressed against a round surface. Felix grabbed her jaw and made her look at him. 

     He smiled as he pressed the on button for the vibrator. Watching her gasps and moan as she felt the vibrations on her clit. “Does that feel good? The little toy pressed against your clit?” Felix asked as he kissed her cheek. 

     “Yes.” Y/n moaned only for the demon to slap one of her sensitive tits and make her scream

     “Try again angel,” Felix’s low voice was far lower in tone when he was upset. But it was hot. 

     “Yes sir,” Y/n whined 

     Felix smiled at the response “Open your mouth doll.” Felix took a stand in front of her on the bed as he tilted her head back and her mouth fell open, “Tongue out.”

     Y/n followed the instructions, sticking her tongue out. Felix chuckled to himself as he took his hard cock out of his boxers. He dragged the tip along her tongue before he leaned down, gripping the back of her head as he spit into her mouth. Quickly standing back up and shoving his cock into her mouth. 

     Y/n moaned and gagged as the tip hit the back of her throat. Felix revealed the feeling of her life wrapped around him. Pulling back before shoving his cock right down her throat. Moaning at the tightness of her throat as he fucked her while the vibrator stimulated her clit for him. 

     Y/n rolled her hips against the toy as she choked on the demon's cock. Eyes damn near rolled to the back of her head from how good it felt. Tears pricked her lashline as he shoved his cock down her throat one last time before still in her. Holding her head flush against him as his warm cum shot down her throat. 

     Felix pulled out after a moment and pumped his cock over her mouth the make sure he emptied himself. A few spurts hit her tongue and around her mouth. Felix licked his cum from her face and pushed his tongue back into her mouth. Y/n moaned into his mouth as her legs shook under her. 

     Felix pulled away and watched her swallow the come then watched her come on the sheets, body shaking and falling forward as she came down from her high. He turned off the vibrator and tossed it to the side. 

     “So pretty when you come,” Felix smiled, pulling her head up to look at him, “especially chained up like this.”

     Felix moved the chains from above her head to the headboard. Spreading her arms to reach for the bedpost as she lay against the pillows again. Her eyes watched him discard his boxers and climb between her legs. Felix smirked at her and wrapped her legs loosely around his waist. He ran two fingers between her sensitive folds, collecting her slick before shoving the fingers in his mouth and licking them clean. 

    “Mmm,” Felix moaned as he pulled the two fingers out, “Why don't you have a taste of yourself, angel?” 

     He dragged his fingers through her folds again, making her shiver. He chuckled before pushing the two fingers into her mouth. Y/n moaned as his fingers pushed against her tongue. He took joy in pumping his fingers in and out of her mouth before pulling them out and pushing the two fingers into her cunt. 

     “Fuck,” Y/n moaned as she tugged on the chains

     “Such a dirty mouth,” Felix joked as he quickly pumped his fingers in and out of her. 

     His thumb worked her clit as she rolled her hips in pleasure. She was still a bit sensitive from her first orgasm and it showed. Her walls clenched around his fingers. He could have fun with it. 

     Felix pulled his hand away from her and listened to her whine. 

     “Please,” Y/n begged as she tried scooting closer to him

     “Please what?” he asked, hand inching up to her neck 

     “Please, sir. Wanna come again.” Y/n begged 

     “Come on now. You can beg better than that,” Felix leaned forward to be face to-face with her. 

      “Please. Make me come again. Take me out of Heaven.”

      Felix knew the implications of the last words and he loved it. He was successfully pulling one of Heaven's soldiers from its army. He pushed his lips back onto hers as he lined his cock up at her entrance. He pushed in the tip as her legs tightened around him from the intrusion. 

     He gave her a moment before fully pushing into her. Both moaned into the kiss as they adjusted to the warmth. Lips moved together before he pulled away and started a slow thrusting pace. 

     “Feel so fucking good angel. Can't believe you hid this away from me for millennia.” Felix groaned as he grabbed her hips and picked up his speed, the warmth of her cunt drawing him in more and more. 

     “Wanted… centuries ago,” Y/n moaned as he hit a particular spot in her

     “Yeah? Been thinking about me fucking you dumb for centuries?” his hands moved up and grabbed her bouncing breasts

     “Yes!” she cried out as her walls clenched around him

     “Such a pure little thing. Thinking all those nasty thoughts for years.” 

     Felix gave her a particularly harsh thrust as tears pricked her eyes and she screamed from the pleasure. He moved his hands to lay next to her head as he took advantage of the position and thrusted in harsher. 

     The padlock around his neck dangling in front of her as it bounced back and forth with each thrust. Cursing under his breath as she got tighter around him. One hand moved from the pillow to in between her legs. Thumb rolling circles into her puffy clit, making her pull against the chains as she mindlessly begged him to come. Who was he to deny a request from his favorite angel.  

     “Come on doll, come for me,” Felix groaned

     Her walls spasmed around him as she came on his cock. He wasn’t far behind either. It took a few more thrusts till he pulled out and jerked off until his cum shot onto her stomach. 

     Both took a second to calm down before Felix un cuffed her and moved to clean them both up. He laid back on the bed and pulled her into his chest, pulling a sheet over their bodies. 

     “You don't need to care, you know that right,” Y/n said, too tired to move 

     “I’ve always cared. No matter how many times you dropped me back in Hell, I always cared about you.” Felix replied

     “Why?”

     “I… I don’t know. I just do.”

     Y/n moved slightly and turned his face to hers, kissing his lips. “I care too.”

     Felix smiled and pulled her back into him. 

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~Marriage au~ (part two)

So, I was drawing this post when the idea strikes me kabdksdhsls and now it’s a thing.

We all know the whole idea of Adam becoming a sinner, well that’s basically the start of the story. He becomes a sinner, he gets in the hotel, he manages to make a deal with Lucifer in exchange of his soul, BUT, that’s like way after. Why? Because in this au Adam soul was trapped to some random overlord, no, it’s not Alastor, Vox or Valentino. It’s somebody else just as powerful. The whole reason Adam gave his soul to him wasn’t outta free will, it was because this demon in peculiar has this ability to make people do things they don’t want to do (hypnosis?? Idk similar to Vox ig), which Adam was a victim of. He made Adam “willingly” exchange his soul for an offer. This was before he managed to get to the hotel. So now he’s trapped to this guy.

The only ones who can see Adam being chained are demons that are also on a leash that includes Alastor. And this is how Lucifer found out about it because he overheard Alastor taunt Adam about it with very subtle words but Lucifer caught on immediately.

Which is where the plot begins.

Lucifer takes Adam aside and starts making a huge deal about it which Adam refused to admit it was even true.

Somehow in the long run Lucifer managed to get Adam to blurt out the truth after many attempts to gain his trust or at least make Adam accept his help (didn’t take long tbh, kinda like 2 hours after the confrontation).

So they both went to talk to the demon who owned Adam and Lucifer wasn’t planning on leaving there until he managed to have Adam’s soul free. The bad thing was that this overlord was quite power hungry and the fact that the KING of hell seemed desperate for this soul alone was an opportunity he couldn’t let down (he kinda figured being the first man his soul would be priceless in comparison to other sinners which is why he caught him in the first place but he wouldn’t have guessed that King Morningstar would want it after the battle they had it was shown those two didn’t get along.) but anyways.

So he offered Adam’s soul for the exchange of Lucifer giving up on the throne which was laughable. Lucifer denied, obviously, and Adam just kinda accepted defeat. But Lucifer didn’t give up on that, they tried other methods from ancient scrolls to old rituals but nothing worked to set Adam’s soul free. Lucifer didn’t want to resort to this but he had no other choice by the looks of it. A soul contract is a very powerful thing which is why it’s almost unbreakable, but he was the king of hell. He had an immense power that COULD break a soul contract. But thats only if…

Adam spiritually gives himself to Lucifer in marriage in a holy union. Aka upon the eyes of God.

Which of course this is beyond breaking everything Lucifer stands for and his pride.

So this is where their deal commenced.

“Adam I will set you free, I will put my faith in God again to break that contract, my union with Lilith; everything I fought so hard to keep. I will sacrifice it all, myself, just for you to receive freedom again. But the only thing I ask for in exchange is your soul.”

“Seriously?! After literally everything we did to get myself free from that asshole you’re gonna get my soul stuck to you seconds after?! Speak of the fucking devil.”

“Adam for the love of my damn father! I’m literally sacrificing my marriage, connecting with my dad, throwing my pride away. Literally fucking marrying you! For a whole damn year! for your selfish underserving ass! I must get something back for it. Take it or leave it.”

Adam thought for a bit before shrugging. Yeah, it was a bitch, but it was unlikely for Lucifer to do something that bad when Charlie is involved in Adam’s self growth as a person.

“Okay. Deal,” he extends his hand towards Lucifer assuming it was a normal type of deal and the devil sigh.

Unfortunately for them, a holy marriage is supposed to be set in the tradicional terms.

He summoned a box with a golden serpent ring and kneeled down swallowing his pride and accepting Adam as his spouse.

“Adam, would you, the first man accept me; King Lucifer Morningstar as your faithful and loyal husband?”

This startled Adam of course, cause what the fuck was Lucifer doing.

Adam huffed incredulous, “Loyal I doubt it.”

Lucifer tsk sourly already regretting this but held it in. That could wait after their stupid church wedding.

“But sure, whatever…” Adam blushed embarrassed by the whole thing (after all he never experienced something like this before, a marriage proposal; considering he was already born married or given wives), offering his hand while Lucifer looked up a bit before his gaze fell back down to Adam’s fingers and gently slid the ring on his wedding finger.

Suddenly Lucifer and Adam appear in a church house with the grim reaper as their priest and the wedding begins.

“In the name of God, I, Lucifer Morningstar, take you, Adam, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow."

Adam blushed some more, he wasn’t sure why he was being an emotional bitch about it when all of this wasn’t entirely willing but still, he was actually experiencing a wedding in the point of view of a groom.

Adam wasn’t sure what to say but to replicate Lucifer’s vows.

“In the name of God, I, Adam, take you, Lucifer Morninstar, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. This is my solemn vow."

Lucifer bit his lip, feeling unsure all of a sudden. Was he really gonna do this just for Adam? He looked at his wedding band; the memories, the only thing he had left linked to Lilith. Once he accepts Adam as his, his ring would evaporate and his soul would forever be bounded to Adam.

He winced his eyes shut letting the reaper finish the ceremony.

“So I will repeat this again, in case someone is already rethinking this and wants to flee to the nearest exit which is right at the left end,” the grim reaper side eyes Lucifer, “Do you Lucifer Morningstar accept Adam to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“Do you Adam accept Lucifer Morningstar to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I-“

Adam also had his own doubts, his promises to Eve, the connection he once had for her, the faithful and love for the mother of his children. All of that smacked him in the face with each passing second of the ceremony. He hasn’t even thought of Eve in so long.

“I do.”

The reaper gestures Lucifer to give his ring.

Lucifer winced harder feeling a tear wanting to slip out as he starts.

“Adam, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,” he slid the ring on Adam. Already sensing the ring that belonged to Lilith turning into dust as he stepped back, falling off his fingers ready to be replaced with Adam’s. Shit.

Adam was given a ring to place it on Lucifer’s wedding finger. He gulped, awkwardly getting ready for his part.

“Lucifer, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,” he places it on Lucifer’s finger, sealing their bound.

They both watched as the gold of their rings brightened and tightened in their skin.

“I here by declare you; Lucifer Morningstar and Adam Morningstar: king and king consort of hell. You may kiss the groom.”

Adam flinched disgusted, Lucifer cringed while swallowing and mustering the courage to peck Adam quickly.

And that sealed it. In the eyes of the holy spirit they were married. The holy light washed over them as the church bells rang announcing their strong union. Adam’s contract with the overlord broke as the power of their holy union broke it.

After Adam’s little scene of being set free from his contract was done, everything vanished and suddenly they were at a hotel room, lighted by candles and seductive music.

They both looked around, Adam confused, Lucifer just startled by the abruptness.

“Yeah. This is where things get awkward,” Lucifer admitted.

So a week passes and they act like all of that never happened. Everyone at the HOTEL was oblivious of the whole thing but eventually the news spreads around and Charlie finds out from a sinner.

“King Morningstar! Congratulations for your beautiful groom,” he then bows at both Adam and Lucifer.

Lucifer tenses when it happens and notices Charlie’s odd stare.

“I don’t know what he’s talking about, haha, he must be a little cookoo,” he swirls his finger next to his head, nervous. Adam just face palms by how awful Lucifer is at lying.

Of course Charlie doesn’t seem to believe his bullshit so Lucifer quits it.

“Okay, it’s not what you think and it’s absolutely TEMPORARY,” he explains in a quickly fashion, “Adam was trapped, I offered my help, the guy wanted the throne I denied. Only method to get Adam free was something more powerful than a soul contract and that was a holy marriage. And now, we’re married. Temporarily.”

Somehow, and as weird as it was, Charlie and the rest kinda swept it udder a rug. So the whole incident was kinda not a big deal (bc it’s not legit if they don’t actually like each other, still weird tho), both acted like normal and normally they’d just tried laughing off any comments about their marriage. Until it actually becomes a big deal.

When Lucifer starts feeling awkward or annoyed when someone approaches Adam with all intentions on trying to fuck him.

“AHAHA! Wowie! How fun, now get your filthy hands off my husband.”

And everytime Adam would question that, Lucifer would shrug it off as.

“I have to keep the part.”

You can imagine the drama, mix and confusing feelings and new found jealousy. And all of that in this.

So yeah. Thats the au 😭

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Always Behind You: 5 Years Later (Eddie X You)

A/N: I had been having some PTSD nightmares of my own so this idea came to mind. <3.

Series Here/ Tip Jar

Warnings: Husband/Father Eddie Munson & Wife/Mother Fem Y/N, SMUT, handcuffed metalhead, dirty talk, etc. FLUFF, they love each other and Eddie loves his son.

ANGST, this is 5 years after the events of the last chapter and 6 years after their battle in the upside down. Eddie is having nightmares about "becoming a monster" and hurting the reader. An incident happens where while dreaming he accidentally hurts her (marks on her face are mentions after). Reader is worried about her husband and mentions it to Steve. Some typical PTSD behavior is displayed within Eddie (shortness in patience, snapping at reader, internalizing, jumpiness and anxious behavior).

Both mention past trauma with their parents (very brief).

As someone with PTSD, I know how hard it is to handle every day. Just know that if you are experiencing mental health issues of your own, you are not alone and your feelings are valid. You got this <3.

Word Count: 5194

Eddie pants as he continues to run through downtown Hawkins. Red lightening filled the sky as thunder cracked shaking the ground beneath him. His legs were sore but he couldn’t afford to stop; he had to get to you both. 

When he awoke, he was in the upside down again with Vecna towering over him. The demon’s wicked smirk terrified him but not as much as the setting around him. Somewhere far off, he heard you screaming and without hesitation ran towards the sound. 

When he found himself at your shared home, he ran to the door but found it locked. 

“Y/N! It’s me, baby! Open the door!”

The sky lit up again startling the metalhead before kicking at the wood in front of him. He was amazed that one swift kick was enough causing the door to fly off its hinges but he can’t think about that now. Tearing through the house, he hunts for you; you and his son. 

“Y/N?! Christopher?! Where are you guys!?”

Abruptly, your smell hits his nose and he follows it down the hallway to your shared bedroom. He found you talking to the closet door before immediately shutting it tight and turning to face him. 

“E-Eddie…”

His eyebrows furrowed at your scared tone. Maybe it was just fear from everything going on outside. 

“Baby, thank God you’re ok—” As he stepped forward, you stepped back, flinching as his hands reached for you. “Talk to me, sweetheart, what’s going on?”

“Please, Eddie. Just go…”

The sound of sniffling pierced his ears and hit his heart. 

“Where’s Chris? Is he ok?”

“H-He will be if you leave now.”

“Y/N, I don’t—” As he took another step forward, he caught his reflection in the vanity mirror nearby. His skin was incredibly pale and his eyes were illuminating a bright red color that startled even him. When he gasped, he noticed his teeth were pointer than they had been before. “Y/N…what…what’s happening to me?”

“Please, Eddie. Just go.”

“Y/N, PLEASE! I don’t know what’s happening!” His body shoots towards you and grips your biceps making you wince. He was much stronger and faster now. “What happened, honey? Am I…is this hell?”, he whispered as tears left his eyes. 

A smell hits his nose again and he knows it instantly as he glances towards the closet doors. Noticing his eyeline, you push him hard away from you and block it with your body. 

“LEAVE! NOW!”

The anger came on so fast it was hard to control; it felt almost…natural.

“Or what?!”, he growled. “You can’t keep my son from me, Y/N!”

“I don’t want to but look at you! You’re not the man I married!”

Ringed fingers wrapped around your throat as he yanked you closer till his nose was touching yours. 

“You’re right.”  Your face scrunched in disgust as he inhaled the smell of your skin. “I’m better.”

Eddie shot up in bed, sweat drenching him as his panicked eyes took in his surroundings. He was in your shared home but you weren’t beside him. Hastily, he threw back the covers, practically sprinting to his son’s room to make sure he was there before breathing a sigh of relief when he found you both sleeping with your arms cuddled around his three-year-old’s tiny form. 

As carefully as he could, he lifted you from the bed and without hesitation you curled into his chest. After placing you under the covers of your own bed, Eddie too tenderly kissed your forehead and brushed some of your hair behind your ear. 

It had been 5 years since the incident with Andy and almost 6 since your battle in the upside down where he almost died. You both had continued to go to therapy to heal from everything that happened but every big event would occasionally instigate an episode. 

The night he proposed, you had nightmares of him being killed by those bats that would have you trembling in the corner of your bedroom for hours until Eddie was able to talk you back down. During your small wedding, you both were a bit more jumpy than normal. Nancy had brought the cake and when it came time to cut it, she asked Robin to grab plates. Being the beautiful, clumsy soul she was she accidently dropped a few causing a loud crash to echo through Hopper’s cabin. You jumped three feet in the air and Eddie promptly pushed you behind him to protect you before realizing everything was ok. 

When you found out you were pregnant, that seemed to trigger the most between you both. There were nights where Eddie wouldn’t sleep at all and you found him either chain smoking outside on the patio or in the baby’s room building things for him like his crib or a bookshelf. 

You yourself had become clingier, desperately needing him near you or at least within shouting distance so you knew he was safe. When your son was born, for those first few months Eddie gave new meaning to the word protective, snapping at people including you if he felt like whatever was happening could get his baby hurt. 

Thankfully, the good moments outweighed the intense ones. You both were wonderful parents especially your husband. Eddie showed him every metal band he could think of and Chris absolutely loved watching him play guitar. His little chocolate eyes would stare at his fingers as they moved and as soon as he finished a song, he would clap his little hands together. 

As a partner, Eddie was always doting and there when you needed him. He still took you on dates for some alone time and bought you little gifts just because he wanted to see you smile. 

Heading for the bathroom, the metalhead washed his face of the clammy sweat that still clung to him before staring at himself in the mirror. He still looked the same as he normally did all be it with frizzier hair and bags under his eyes. No fangs, red eyes, or a strong need to hurt the woman he loved. 

Sighing, he turned off the bathroom light and climbed back into bed beside you, pulling you to his chest as he kissed your shoulder. 

***

“Hey, no. Eat some of the strawberries, please.”

Chris sticks his tongue out at you making you giggle as Eddie smiles at the sound from the bedroom as he gets ready for work. Hopper was able to get him a salary income like you at the station fixing up the cruisers as well as anything else that may break around the building. 

As your husband comes around the corner, your son smiles his way as he waves in his direction.

“Hi, daddy.”

“Hey, kid. Causing problems?”

“No!”, the boy cackles as he covers his mouth. “Mommy mean.”

“Mommy’s being mean? What are you doing to him, witch?!”

“I’m forcing him to eat healthy. I know, I’m awful.”

Smirking, Eddie reaches into his son’s bowl and takes a bite of the strawberry, nodding his head and making tiny yum sounds before pretending to gag as he collapses behind the counter out of Chris’s view. After a few seconds, he jumps up and smiles wide. 

“Delicious. Ok, sweetheart, I’ll see you in about an hour?”

“Yes, sir.”

Oh, I love it when you talk dirty.”, he teases as he leans down to place a kiss on your lips. “See you later, bud.”

“Bye-Bye, daddy!”

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Eddie lazily smiles as you softly kiss up his chest, his new silver wedding band shining against the moonlight from the window as he tenderly pets your head. 

“Are you alright, Mr. Munson? I didn’t break you or anything did I?”

“No, Mrs. Munson, not yet anyway.” You grin as his thumb runs along your bottom lip. “I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”

“Hm. Sounds like the orgasm talking.”

Your body moves with his as he laughs at your joke. 

“That may be part of it.”, he admits. “After everything we’ve been through, you were always there.  I love you so much, princess.”

Your lips connect with his and he wraps you in his arms as he spins you around until your underneath him. 

“I love you to, Eddie. I’ll always be there for you no matter what…freak.”

***

The metalhead jumped when your hand touched his back. 

“Fuck, Y/N!”

“I’m so sorry, Eddie, I thought you heard me coming.”

“No, I didn’t! I’ve got my head under this hood; I can barely hear fucking anything! You have to be more careful, goddamn it!” Blinking, he promptly sees the hurt and worry in your face before anger replaces it and you turn to walk away. “Wait, wait, sweetheart. Shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night and I’m just…I’m sorry.”, he pleads after blocking your path. 

“I don’t care, Eddie. You don’t get to talk to me like that. It’s not like I snuck up on you on purpose or anything!”

“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry. What do you need, princess, tell me.”

“Steve and Robin invited us to a little thing they are having at their house tonight.”

“Oh, Y/N. Can we skip it tonight? Maybe we can do something—”

“We haven’t seen them in a while and I thought it would be nice to get out of the house, you know? Just you and me with our friends. Please.”

“Please, Eddie. Just go.”

Your words from his dream echoed clearly in his head as he stared past you into the void. 

“Eddie? Are you alright?” When he didn’t respond, you slowly stepped towards him and cupped his face in your hands. “Come back to me, honey.”

“I’m here, babe. I’m sorry. Like I said I had a rough night so…”

“Anything I should know about?”

The entire dream flashes in front of his eyes including your fear of him hurting you and Chris. 

“No, sweetheart. I’m just working too hard, ya know? Especially with your sexy ass distracting me. Get out of here.”, he teases as he spanks your behind with his bandana in his back pocket making you laugh. 

***

“Hey, bud.”, Steve calls as he steps out onto his back patio where the metalhead was smoking a cigarette. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, man. I’m fine. I just needed to come out here and get some air.”

“Hm.”

Eddie glanced his way before smirking and taking sip of some of the liquid in glass. 

“Y/N sent you out here, didn’t she?”

“Um, technically no.”, his friend laughed. “She was talking to Robin about how worried she was about you and she sent me to come check on you.” 

“She’s always worried about me which is fair after everything but—”

“It’s a bit suffocating?”

“It can be.”, he chuckles. “Uh, Steve, do you have any nightmares about…Vecna or the bats…anything like that?”

“Not in a while. Sometimes I dream about Y/N being upset with me because we couldn’t get you back to her.” Eddie’s swivels to stare at his friend. “Oh, yeah. I don’t know how much you remember but the way she was screaming for us in the upside down…I’ve never heard anything so heartbreaking… She loves you a lot.”

“Yeah… and I love her…”

“Have you been having any dreams or anything like that.”

Eddie knows he should tell Steve about what he saw. In therapy they taught him how to be more open when it came to things like this but he just couldn’t get over the fear in your eyes. Everyone in town already thought he was a murderer and if he went around telling people he was having dreams about hurting you what would they say? What would his best friends say? What about you? Would you leave him? Take your son and run for fear of your lives?

“Naw, dude. I’ve been good.”

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Eddie’s eyes widen as he takes in the small baby in his arms. It had been a rough birth but now that he was finally here and you were asleep, he was able to hold his son as he sat near your bed. 

“Hey Christopher. I’m your daddy.”, he whispers as he runs his thick finger over the little boy’s plump cheek. “Your mommy and I are so happy you’re here. You picked good parents because we love you so much. I love you…so much… no matter what happens, I’m always going to be there for you. I’ll be right behind you and mommy every step of the way.”

His son coos as his fist curls around his finger making Eddie smile. 

***

Eddie’s fingers wrapped tightly around your throat as he watched your eyes start to go dark. 

The closet door abruptly opens as Chris runs out of your bedroom and down the hall.

Dropping you to the floor, the man sprints after him as you try to stop him. 

“NO! Eddie, please!”

Tackling him to the ground, he tries to calm his son as he lifts him to his feet. 

“Christopher, it’s ok. It’s me. It’s daddy.”

“Not ma, daddy! Bad man!”

“No, buddy. It’s me. I’m going to get you somewhere safe, ok?!”

Behind him, he heard screeching as a dark cloud suddenly hovered over the house. Glass breaks in the bedroom and Eddie promptly falls to the floor to protect his son with his body.  The sound of the bats flying through the living room reverberate through his ears before he feels claws dig into his shoulder. 

“No! I won’t let you hurt him!”, he shouted as he extended his arm and swatted at the creature trying to grab him. 

You gasp loud enough to jolt your husband awake as you stumble fully to the ground grasping your cheek where his hand hit you. 

“B-Baby? Y/N?! Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to—”

“Daddy?”

Eddie’s head shot up to see Chris leaning against his doorframe with his favorite stuffed animal under his arm. 

“It’s…It’s ok, buddy. Everything’s ok. Just go back to bed.”

“Mommy? Are you ok?”

“She’s fine, Christopher, now do what I asked!”

Your son jumped at his father’s tone, never hearing him ever raise his voice and definitely not towards him. As he tried to brush some of your hair back so he could see your face, you roughly pushed him back as you got to your feet and powerwalked to the boy’s bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

***

The therapist’s gaze shifted between you and your husband as you both silently sat across from her on the couch. Sometime in the morning, you had left with Chris and didn’t come back till it was time for your session. 

“I have to ask, Y/N, because of what I’m seeing but is everything safe in your house right now?”

“I don’t know.”, you whispered causing Eddie to fold in on himself. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened that caused that bruise on your cheek?”

“I…I woke up and Eddie was gone. I heard him talking in the living room so I went to go check on him and when I grabbed his shoulder… he-he hit me…”

“On purpose?”

“Of course fucking not. I would never hurt my wife or my son.”, your husband growled. 

“You said you were protecting him.”, you responded as you continued to face forward. “You said ‘daddy is here’ and that ‘everything will be ok.’”

“Are you having nightmares again, Eddie?” Guiltily, he averted his gaze and your jaw tighten when you noticed out of the corner of your eye. “What’s going on, Y/N? What are you thinking?”

“He told me he was fine when I asked him if he was having nightmares and he told our best friend the same thing.”

“I thought I could handle it.”

“Well, obviously not.”, you snapped finally turning his way. “What if it had been Chris you hit!? What if you hurt yourself, Eddie?! We promised each other when things were getting bad again we would let the other know!”

“You think I don’t know that?! I didn’t think…!”, he paused, lowering his voice before continuing. “I didn’t think it had gotten that bad.”

“What were you dreaming about?”, the doctor asked.

“I don’t want to…I can’t talk about it…”

“Why?”

“I’m afraid. I don’t want people to think I’m unstable and come after me again. I have a family now and I won’t put my son through that.”

“I don’t believe you.” At your words, Eddie glares your way as his eyes narrow. “That may be part of it but…I’ve known you since middle school. I know when you aren’t telling me everything.”

The man’s lips pout as he gives his attention back to the therapist in front of him. 

“I…I don’t want her or my son to be afraid of me.” As his voice cracks, your heart breaks. “In my dreams, I think someone is coming to hurt her but in reality…it’s me. I’m the monster coming for her. How do I tell my wife, the woman I’ve been in love with since we were 13, who suffered through the worst experience of my life with me, and gave me a beautiful, sweet kid that I love with every fiber of my being…that I’ve been dreaming about hurting her?”

“DO you want to hurt her?”

Eddie’s eyes darkened as he glared at the doctor in front of him. 

“I’m not my father.”

“That didn’t answer my question.”

“NO. I don’t want to hurt Chris or Y/N. I would rather die than hurt them.”

“Is that why you didn’t talk to Y/N about it allowing you to suffer in silence?” The man blinked as he leaned back on the couch. He hadn’t thought of it like that. “But, Eddie, do you see how it still hurt them? If you had talked to her, maybe Y/N could have helped you.”

“Like that night I almost lost you…”

“Fuck me. Y/N, baby, I didn’t even—”

“I know. You didn’t think. You were playing fucking hero again sacrificing yourself for the people around you.”

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“Hey, bud. Can I tuck you in?”, Eddie asked his son as he leaned in the doorway outside the boy’s bedroom. When Chris quietly nodded, he took the picture book from the young man’s hands and laid down beside him. 

“Daddy? Why did you hurt mommy?”

A heavy sigh left his chest as the man pulled his child closer to his side. 

“That is a bit complicated but… before you were born mommy, daddy, uncle Steve, aunt Nancy and aunt Robin… went on an adventure that… left an impression on us.”

“Impession?”

“Yeah like, um, ok, you know when mommy gives you a big kiss before work and she gets lipstick stuck on your cheek? Kinda of like that.” When Chris nods and giggles at the explanation, Eddie beams down at him before continuing. “Even though we’re all safe now, sometimes we still get scared. That’s what happened last night. Daddy was having a nightmare and accidently… hurt mommy…but you know I would never hurt either of you on purpose. I love you both so much.”

The little boy nods again as he reaches up to wrap his arms around his chest to hug him tightly. 

“I know, daddy! I love ya to.”

Eddie held his son till he heard the soft breathes of him sleeping as he tenderly pet his curls. After tiptoeing out of his bedroom, he cautiously stepped into your shared one where he found you sitting on the bed with tears lightly falling down your face. 

“I like the analogy you made for him…with my lipstick…”, you smile as he takes a seat on the end of the mattress. “Eddie, you should have told me.”

“You’re right, honey. I should have…I just… like I said. How do I tell you or anyone that I dream of Vecna waking me up and turning me into a monster that wants to hurt you?” Your eyes blink in confusion as you wait for him to explain. “In my dream, I’m looking for you to protect you but when I find you…you’re afraid of me. You beg me to leave for Chris’s sake and when you won’t tell me where he is…” The metalhead averts his gaze at the thought as he stares into the memory. “What’s even worse is in my dream, I want to hurt you.”

“In your dream last night, were you hurting me?”

“No.”, he answers with a whisper. “Chris ran out from his hiding place and the bats were trying to get into the house. I was shielding him with my body when they crashed through a window and were tugging at my clothes… Y/N, I am so sorry. I would never hurt—”

“You’re not him, Ed; your father.” Your husband’s eyes meet yours as you wipe at your cheeks. “We’re always so focused on what we went through with Vecna that I think sometimes we forget the other things we’ve been through like…sometimes I have dreams that I’m demeaning you the way my mother did with my father or my mom takes Chris without telling me and I can’t find him. When I was pregnant and they told me he was a boy, I felt guilty for being happy because I was afraid if I had a girl…I’d hurt her like my mother did with me.”

“Sweetheart.”, Eddie cooed lightly as he placed himself beside you and you immediately climbed into his arms. “You’re right, baby. I didn’t even think… I feel like there’s this dormant Munson gene that could be awakened at any time, you know?”

“Like in your dream? With Vecna suddenly appearing and making you a monster?”

“Fuck.”, he breathes. “I should have talked to you, Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t think about it like that. I thought I could handle it and I didn’t want to scare you or Steve.”

“Don’t leave me again, Eddie. Don’t sacrifice your wellbeing to ‘protect’ me. We love you to and we both need you here physically and mentally.”

“I know, baby, I know.”, he whispered as he kissed your forehead down to the bruise on your cheek. “This kills me. This will never happen again and I don’t care what I have to do.”

“Honey, you’ve come so far in the last 6 years. Yeah this was bad but I understand. Like the therapist says, ‘Healing isn’t linear.’ We’re going to falter sometimes but as long as we keep trying… we got this, freak.”

At your lighthearted change in tone, he chuckles in his throat as he leans down to kiss your lips. 

“Yeah, princess, we got this. Can I make it up to you?”, he murmured as his mouth traveled along the skin of your face. “Can I make you feel good?”

You don’t answer him verbally, choosing instead to adjust your body so you’re straddling his waist as your hands cup his cheeks and you continue to kiss him. 

“Hm. I have…an idea…”, Eddie smiles between each peck of your lips, clinging to your lower back as he tilts to the bedside table and produces his handcuffs that you two hadn’t used since before your son was born. “Why don’t you punish me tonight, baby?”

Giggling, you take them from his grasp and restrain his wrists to the headboard. 

“If you get uncomfortable or anything, you’ll use our word?”

The two of you weren’t exactly rough with each other but because of what you had been through sometimes something would trigger either one of you to where someone would get a bit carried away or panic. You wanted there to be an out just in case and no matter what you would stop till the other felt more comfortable. 

“Yeah, sweetheart, I will.”

Continuing to kiss him, Eddie groaned into your mouth as his hips subtly grinded up into your own desperately seeking friction. Climbing off to the side, your eyes never left his as you slowly disrobed and he ran his tongue along his lips at the sight of your beautiful body. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you are so fucking gorgeous.”

As you smiled his way, your palms ran along his chest, grazing his scars that were beginning to fade as he grew older. You knew he was a bit self-conscious about them, choosing to wear a tank top in the pool or when he was out in the hot sun with friends. Chris never thought they were abnormal until visiting with your friends and Steve took off his shirt so you all could swim. 

“Hey, mommy. Uncle Steve look diff-er-ent.”, he announced as he pointed at the man’s chest. 

“Well, baby, that’s because—”

“Because your dad is a hero, dude.”, Steve grinned as he kneeled in front of the boy. “He helped save a lot of people including mommy but during the battle got hurt.”

“Wha you mean?!”

Your eyes narrow at the man as he panicked and looked your way. 

“You know how daddy likes to play his game with uncle Dustin? It was kind of like that. Daddy was a part of one of his own stories and got some ouches slaying a beast.”, you explain as your eyes widen playfully making him giggle loudly like his father. 

Over the years, he’s covered them with tattoos as well but because his wounds were so deep they were difficult to hide under all the ink. 

“And you are incredibly handsome.” Eddie smiles into your kisses, chasing your lips as you pull away. “You want to make me feel good?”

“Yes, baby, please.”

“You want to taste me? Make me cum with your tongue.”

“Fuck, yes, sweetheart. Use my face, pretty girl.”

Your husband didn’t even wait for you to be fully seated before his tongue was darting out to lick a stripe between your pussy lips. 

“Oh my God, Eddie.”

As your fingers pushed his hair back, you watched as his eyes closed and his mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking on the little bud with loud smacking sounds that followed. Your hips began to roll as he flattened his tongue, pressing his head as far into you as he could making you moan. 

“Oh…just like that, baby. Fuck.”

His head shook from side to side and he opened his eyes just in time to see your other hand massage your breast as your thumb caressed your nipple. To him you were goddess, practically perfect in every way he could think of. 

Eddie always asked himself how he got lucky enough to find a woman like you. He fell in love with you the first moment he laid eyes on you and he knew then he would do whatever he could to make you happy. 

“Cum, princess. Cum all over my face.”, he begged and in return you rocked your hips harder until your body trembled and you obliged his request. 

His tongue didn’t stop moving till you slowly slid down his chest and your lips were on his again. 

“Fuck, you are so good at that.” Your husband’s breath filled laugh made you smile as you placed tender kisses along his chest. After removing his sweats and boxers, you straddled his waist and he moaned as you ground your dripping pussy along his shaft. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“I’m always ready for you, honey. Fuck.”

Beaming down at him, you tilt your forehead against his own as you reach between your bodies and guide his cock inside your core. 

“Fuck, Eddie.”

“That’s it, Y/N. Ahhhh—say my name just like that. Take what’s yours, sweetheart.”

As you grind your hips, his mouth falls open in a silent moan as he feels your cunt clench around him. Biting your bottom lip to stifle the groans that want to break free, you lean your body back, bracing your hands on his thighs as you roll your waist at a hastened rhythm, feeling the head of his length repeatedly hit that sensitive spot inside you. 

“Jesus, baby, you are so fucking beautiful.”

“Eddie…I’m…”

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum, pretty girl?” Planting his feet into the mattress, he thrust upward causing you to tumble forward and brace yourself on his chest. “Keep going, Y/N. Fuck—I can h-help you.”

“Will you cum with me? Together?”

As your words pant out from your lips, he wishes he could touch your face but when he tries he’s pulled back by the cuffs holding him in place. 

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll cum with you… you and me, baby. We can handle anything—mmph—together.”

After nodding, your head hangs as you bounce on top of him, meeting each push of his hips with an equally hard slap of your own. As your body shakes and the coil snaps, you bury your face into his neck to muffle your loud moans of ecstasy and your pussy quivers around his cock, milking him as he paints your walls with his release. 

The sound of metal clanking wood echoes loudly over the beautiful noise of his breath in your ear and you blindly reach up to free Eddie from his restraints. 

As soon as one cuff pops off, he brings his arms down to wrap tightly around you as he pets your head. 

“Are you ok?”, you whisper.

“Yeah, just in love with the most perfect woman.”

After rolling you onto your side, Eddie quickly runs to the bathroom to find something to clean you with before helping you into one of his shirts as he slides on his boxers with a pair of shorts. His fingers run along your skin, lingering on the bruise near your cheek. 

“I don’t think I’m ever going to forgive myself for this.”

“I wish you would because I do.”

“I know but…”

“No buts, freak.”, you smile as he laughs. 

“So mean, princess.”

“DADDY!”

At the sound of his son, the metalhead doesn’t waste a second as he heads to the boy’s room and after a couple of minutes reappears with him in hand. 

“Someone had a nightmare, mommy.”

“Oh no, honey. Do you want to talk about?” Shaking his head, he immediately crawls into your arms as soon as your husband places him on the bed. “It’s ok, my love. We’re right here and we’re not going to let anything bad happen to you.”, you coo as you run your fingers through the little boy’s curls. 

“You’re safe with us, kiddo.”, Eddie adds as he climbs back into the bed and places his arm on your hip. “We’re always going to be there whenever you need us.”

The hand that had been comforting your son reached out to caress the face and he kissed your thumb as it ran along his lips making you softly smile as your eyes began close. 

That night Eddie didn’t have another nightmare and when he woke up you two were the first things he saw. Pulling you both closer to him, he silently thanked the universe for giving him his little family that he loved so much. 

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[tossawary]

Someone responded, "Howl would do chores for Sophie! He loves her so much!" to that Prince Turniphead house-boyfriend post about the "Howl's Moving Castle" movie where I said that Howl wouldn't reliably help around the house. And... no. No, I said RELIABLY, that's a really important word here, but also no.

Nothing about his home setup (the mess of the kitchen in the beginning, the RAINBOW BATHROOM, his cluttered bedroom) suggests that he's in the habit of picking up after himself. I don't think he's purposefully a slob, but I do think he's too distractible and thoughtless to do the required regular cleaning. I think he's a "I'll put this down here for now and deal with it later *proceeds to walk around this object every day for the next three years while doing more interesting / immediate things*" person at best. Being in love does not suddenly change all your habits as a person or your personal interests! I think Howl would definitely try (important word here) to do better for Sophie, but I think it would take a lot of work and he's kind of lazy about these things!

I do think he cooks. Movie Howl IS shown cooking with Calcifer and I think he and his fire demon could have fun with that task, very cute, and leave a mountain of dishes behind them in the process.

Also, (trying to limit referencing the books for those who haven't read them, but I can't resist here) Book Sophie is... kind of controlling and loves to complain? And can also do magic herself? When I said that Howl can't be trusted to RELIABLY do chores, it's partly because I don't think he'd be doing them to 1) Sophie's exacting standards and 2) in the EXACT way that Sophie wants it done. I think Sophie would in many cases decide that it's easier just to train Howl to better stay out of her way, honestly.

Especially because HOWL IS A WIZARD!!! You can't fucking trust those assholes with a simple chore! It doesn't occupy their brains enough and they're ALWAYS going to think, "I bet I could invent a spell to do this for me," and that's how you get floating dishes or animated broomsticks or a fucking water spirit in your house. It's the hubris! Can't smack it out of wizards with a stick!

Howl swallowed a star and made a deal with a fire demon! He built a giant walking castle that was holding together JUST using magic (it completely fell apart at the end of the movie) and wandered freely around the country! He was pretending to be two different people to run businesses and then abandoned the buildings when the government caught up to him! I'm pretty sure he used a magic spell to SQUAT in Sophie's family's former hat shop! He impersonated the king! He dodged the draft literally afterwards in an airship battle! He nearly irreversibly turned himself into a bird monster and fought bombing airships by HIMSELF - and there's no way that Sophie wasn't confusedly picking black feathers off the floor. He summoned the spirits of darkness and started turning into ooze because his hair dye came out the wrong color!

Howl would TRY for Sophie, I believe that. I just also think that he'd rather use magic to completely renovate the entire house than actually scrub floors. I think he would invent an incredibly ugly magical vacuum cleaner for her and Sophie would love it so much that she would choose to overlook the fact that it tries to eat the carpet and curtains and the dog sometimes. I think that if Book Sophie was told she could melt wizards with a bucket of soapy water with a little bit of lemon juice (like the Enchanted Forest Chronicles), she COULD DO IT by choosing to believe it, and Howl hides from her and that bucket because he loves her but she's TERRIFYING.

If Sophie's sister Lettie was visiting and Sophie was panicking because she hadn't had the time to dust on top of the guest room wardrobe... whatever the magical equivalent of shoving all of your stuff into a closet at the last minute to make the place LOOK clean is, THAT's how Howl would help.

[theyapper0]

PART TWO OF "FINALE"

Adam: I just want to get this over with…. 

Alastor trips on falls to the ground. He struggles to get back up and still his pride does not allow him to turn onto his back and look up at the Winner 

Instead, Alastor stays on his hands and knees. His shaky hands and knees, his bruised, WEAK limbs. 

He couldn't best Adam… how embarrassing.

A puddle of his own blood forms where he's knelt, dripping and flowing out of his like a river. 

In the reflection it, he sees Adam, standing tall and unscathed above him, his hands outstretched and glowing.

He's firing one last, fatal blast. 

Alastor's eyes widen. He couldn't die. Not here. Not now. Not to HIM.

Adam fires the blast.

Angel Dust, in the midst of all the fighting and carnage, looks up at the sound of the blast. He realizes that Alastor LOST… 

Alastor was supposed to beat Adam! Or at the very least hold him off and keep him distracted for a good while until they get the Exorcist numbers down! But that couldn't have been any more than 20 minutes! 

And ALSO!!! WHERE DID ALASTOR GO?! DID HE DIE?! 

(Angel also sort is beginning to care about people so he is sorta worried for Alastor’s wellbeing) 

Adam moved back into battling on the front lines as opposed to his previous stance of Alastor fighting him one-on-one to isolate him. 

Adam is MUCH stronger than any of the Exorcists so he's EASILY wiping out HERDS of their army. 

Something needs to be done. Fast.

But Adam is so strong. He's stronger than any Sinner they have here, Hell, he's stronger than the fucking RADIO DEMON! 

The only person who probably even comes CLOSE to his unbridled power would be… 

“HEY CHARLIE!!!!!!!!!!” 

Angel tries to call for Charlie, who is still going on a crazy killing spree.

But she isn’t listening, she's distracted and caught up in the EUPHORIC FEELINGS OF MUTILATING AGAIN!!!!! WHY DID SHE EVER STOP?! THIS RUSH, THIS POWER, SHE'S ALWAYS HAD IT, IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THERE, BURIED JUST UNDERNEATH THE SURFACE. 

IF SHE WAS ONLY DOING THIS FOR ONE DAY, SHE MIGHT AS WELL MAKE THE MOST OF IT! 

IN A CONSTANT BATTLE OF CONTROL, TO FINALLY LET LOOSE AND DO WHAT SHE WAS MEANT TO DO AND BE WHO SHE WAS MEANT TO BE!!! 

Angel tries to get her attention but fails miserably. He realizes that there's no way that Charlie is snapping out of her state anytime soon and it's far too dangerous to get close enough to her to PHYSICALLY stop her (not that they were strong enough to do so anyway) 

So he just kinda goes, “Ok, FINE!” And runs off go try and fight Adam himself. 

The Exorcists they can handle, but Adam, he could very well wipe them ALL out without even breaking a sweat, he needs to be STOPPED

Even if that means dying in the process… 

Husk, who's fending off Angels with Niffty, sees Angel running towards a blasting Adam and he quickly pieces together not only what might've happened to Alastor, but also what Angel is most likely planning on doing… 

Shit…

Niffty: Angel's heading towards Adam! 

Husk: Oh for crying out- come on! That idiot’s gonna need us 

Husk and Niffty hurry behind Angel

Vaggie was doing extremely well against the other Exorcists. She knew their fighting styles so every attack was able to be predicted and she was strong enough to fend off probably EIGHT angels at a time. Before she was banished, Vaggie WAS one of Heaven's top soldiers after all, ranking just under-

Lute had gone out of her way to find Vaggie in this chaos (and Vaggie would be lying if she said she wasn't scooping out the battlefield to try and find her as well) 

So they catch each other and fight. But this battle wasn’t like anything either of them have ever done with the other before. Before, when Vaggie was still in Heaven, every spar between the two was planned, it was scheduled and foreseen as part of their training. 

This battle could not even be compared to Vaggie’s banishment. She was shaken up at the time, having just completely disobeyed Heaven for seemingly no reason in particular, a moment of clarity, a moment of weakness. At the time, there was no time to react to Lute’s abrupt attack- the slicing of her wings, the mutilation of her face.

This battle couldn’t even be compared to their fights when Charlie and Vaggie had gone to Heaven. It was mere roughhousing above all else at the end of the day, Vaggie didn’t have her spear and Lute didn’t use her sword (why didn’t she?). They had fought with nothing but their own fists.

But this battle… This was to the death. This was the first day of war. This was a fight against Heaven, a fight to protect Sinners, a fight to protect the hotel, a fight to protect the place that Vaggie now called home.

This was a fight where only one can come out alive… 

“I gave you a chance back at Heaven to make amends but you've stubbornly and STUPIDLY chose against it,” Lute says, “So I hope you know that I won't be holding back, Vaggie.”

So why was Vaggie shaking so much? 

She wasn’t scared, she COULDN’T be scared. She was prepared now. There wasn’t anything Lute could do to her that Vaggie couldn’t return tenfold. 

Vaggie doesn’t respond to Lute’s speech (There was a time when Vaggie would playful roll her eyes at the theatrics).

Vaggie let out a mighty battle cry and flew forward.

The fight starts very cold, neither party speaking to each other as both were focused on landing that fatal blow that the other wouldn’t allow themselves to receive. 

But this is hard, mentally, for both of them. Vaggie and Lute have history, GOOD history where they were each other’s everything up until a few years ago. But now… now they're fighting on opposing sides with the belief that the other is truly evil, that the other enjoys working with the ENEMY! 

But… despite all that, despite their hatred for each other and their devotion to their respective causes, there's still love. The love and care they have for each other is still there. 

They're both hurting. And fighting to the death is the best way to channel that pain. 

They both do still care deeply for each other but they’re both soldiers, their feelings don’t matter, all that matters is their mission to KILL the other.

Angel rushes towards Adam, Husk and Niffty not being too far behind. 

The 3 of them get his attention long enough to cease his fire on the other Cannibals and Sinners on their side and focus on them.

So Angel, Husk and Niffty do their bests to fend against Adam for as long as they possibly could (which won’t be that long at all because if ALATSOR couldn’t last more than 10 minutes, these guys are COOKED)

During the fight, Angel gets blasted back into the pavement. He lays there for a moment because FUCK, did that hurt…

He rolls to his hands and knees with strained effort, cranking his head up to see Husk and Niffty fighting Adam together.

(Husk and Niffty are both super strong btw and they also make a great team because they know each other and their fighting styles like the back of their hands bc they’ve worked together under Alastor for so long).

Angel begins to dig through the huge mess of debris, shaky pavements and ground. (There's basically like a huge crater filled with dirt and rocks and stuff from where Adam let his blast go off when he finished off Alastor)

Angel digs through the rubble with his bare hands and he finds Alastor, unconscious underneath all the earth.

Angel grabs the man by the shoulders, “Al! H-hey, wake up there, Smiles! We gotta get going NOW!!!”

Alastor slowly comes to, all bruised and battered and beaten and covered in dirt. What happened..? 

The last thing Alastor remembered was… Oh right…

Husk and Niffty come HURTLING towards them as a result of a powerful blow from Adam. They fall into Angel, who was trying to help a disoriented Alastor to his feet. 

Adam flies towards them, he stops and is hovering above them, looking down at the 4 Sinners. 

Adam’s face is strained… These were humans, they were his children once… Weren’t they just as deserving of mercy as his children up in Heaven just because of the mere fact that they are a creation of God? Weren’t ALL the Sinners just as worthy of peace as Winners?

Angel: LEAVE US ALONE, I’M NOT GONNA LET YOU HURT THEM!!!

Angel screamed, standing in front of the battered three, angry…

Angel cared about Husk and Niffty, and even sorta Alastor… Despite how annoying and unbearable all of them were at times, despite how annoying it was to be forced to see them day in and day out, these were his…. These were his FRIENDS! 

Angel may not be as strong or as powerful as the others, or as smart, or make the best decisions when it came to himself, but he wasn’t gonna let them die. He couldn’t let them die, he couldn't let them die because he… Cared. Because he CARED! Because Vaggie cared and Charlie cared and ANGEL WANTED TO CARE! HE WANTED TO FINALLY DO SOMETHING THAT MEANT SOMETHING!

ANGEL WASN’T GOING TO LET ANYONE HE CARED ABOUT DIE! NOT IF HE WAS STILL STANDING!

Adam stared down at the Sinners.

And within a moment's notice… his hesitation dissipated. 

This Sinner… Angel Dust, that was his name… shouldn’t be able to change. This Sinner COULDN’T change. This Sinner who has been condemned to Hell for all eternity. This Sinner who should NEVER be allowed into Heaven….

Is defending his fellow man.

No. This was all wrong. This couldn’t be happening. Lucife- Charlotte was diverting the natural order- it seemed to be a family trait.

NO! Adam was TIRED of having to pick up the pieces! He was tired of having to MAKE DO! Of having to roll with the punches and ACCEPT whatever the Morningstars DECIDED to suddenly CHANGE! 

This was just like the serpent! This was just like the Garden! This was just like what that devil did to-!

“YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS! NOT AGAIN! NOT EVER AGAIN!” Adam screamed at the top of his lungs

He jerked both hands up towards the Sinners below him, SINNERS, that’s what they were and they’ll never be NOTHING MORE!

Adam’s hands began to glow brighter than they ever have before, beginning to charge up the BIGGEST blast he possibly could

All Angel, Husk, Niffty and Alastor could do was look up helplessly at the first man. They were too injured, too hurt to move, to RUN. Even if they could, it wouldn’t be fast enough. 

They were dead.

Alastor began to recede, melting into the shadows beneath them.

It wasn’t until the Radio Demon has halfway through sinking into the earth did the 3 notice. 

Angel: H-HEY, what the fuck are you doing, Al?!

Nifty: Are you kidding?! STOP IT!

Husk: No way are you leaving us! Not after we just risked our own lives for your fucking ass!

Alastor chuckled, “I’d love to stay, my comrades, but I’m afraid my assistance is needed elsewhere!” 

Husk: BULL-FUCKING-SHIT!

Niffty: We help you and this is how you repay us!?

Angel: You can’t do that!

Alastor merely laughed over their screaming.

Alastor had escaped without so much as moving a muscle.

Alastor had saved himself. 

They looked back up at Adam, who was still charging his blast.

Unforgiving. 

Sir Pretentious was away from where Adam and the others were, he was mainly sticking with his egg goons on the other side of the battlefield, trying to bring their Exorcist death numbers up. 

He saw what happened to Alastor when Adam let off his first blast (Alastor… was he..?) so the smartest course of action was to stay as FAR from Adam as possible, once they defeated all the angels, they could attack the first man as a single army. 

The plan he had believed to be unspokenly agreed upon…

Seemed to not be understood by others…

Because his friends were in danger. 

Angel, Husk and Niffty were staring up at the mighty hand of Adam, a creation that was made in the image of God, a creation that had power that could very well RIVAL God…

ALASTOR couldn’t even defeat him and Pretentious had gotten his ass handed to him by the Radio Demon enough times to know that that meant he was no match then. 

But he couldn’t just stand idly by and allow for his friends to get brutally massacred! He needed help! He needed-!

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

[hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha]

wait how would wife reader react to seeing Zohakuten get formed? Does she already know or is it kept a secret?

Imagine: wife reader on a date with Hantengu and they get attacked so the clones come out. They can’t fully fight off whoever is attacking them so they know what they gotta do. I imagine wife reader would be so shocked and traumatized at seeing her angry husband shoving his hands into the other clones faces just to absorb them AND also shedding out his skin to reveal none other than the little guy himself!

𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐙𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

Hantengu (clones?)/Zohakuten x Fem!Reader [Drabble]

Synopsis: basically the request.

Warnings: Gore, Cannibalism, Blood.

Note: That's quite an interesting ask, Lumi. I like the idea of reader just being there, TERRIFIED as she holds the tiny Hantengu in her palm, staring at Zohakuten with wide eyes, face pale as if she's seen a ghost and waiting for him to explain. I imagine that this is her first time seeing him and is absolutely traumatised. (Ignore the other few hcs, this an au)

Note 2: This feels like a drabble but idk, I don't do drabble's since they're apparently supposed to be a 100 words exact. Other people say otherwise but hey, idk. Anyways, happy reading! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠*)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

She was told to hide in one spot near the clones by not only the clones themselves but also Hantengu. "It's safe here. Do not move from this spot." She recalled Karaku saying and despite having said that with his usual relaxed tone, there was a hint of firmness beneath his laid-back façade. One second, she was laughing and giggling, chatting with her husband about how her day went when she arrived home near sunset, the next, she's hiding for her and his life because of a sudden a sudden ambush. The only time she and Hantengu would be moved to another hiding spot is when one of the clones themselves would approach them and this time it was Urogi, who was currently flying them elsewhere. "Urogi!" "Don't you worry your pretty little head, songbird. We'll take care of it." Urogi giggled as he landed and placed her in a tree where she and him would be safe. He gave her a kiss on her lips before quickly flying off into battle once more while the wife watched with fearful eyes. She nervously watched them fight the exceptionally strong slayers as she hid and would close her eyes everytime their limbs got cut before she eventually stopped watching the fight altogether due to her weak stomach.

Suddenly, however, they were approached by a demon, clearly hungry and out of control. It must've been a newborn. It immediately sniffed the air and looked up at the nearest prey, that being Hantengu and his wife before jumping up and tackling her to the ground hard enough to leave her senses rattle. Hantengu had fallen out of her delicate grip and landed into a nearby bush but was quickly on his feet again. His first instinct was to run but the shrill pained shriek of his beloved wife stopped him right in his tracks. "AHH-HHH!!!" What was the matter with her? He peeked out of the bush to see what was happening when he was met with the sight of a rabid newborn demon digging his claws into his dear's thigh, hurting her as he tried to bite her face. He was terrified! His poor wife is getting attacked and he couldn't do a thing. As she struggled to keep the demon away, she caught sight of her small husband and yelled at him to run before letting out another shriek of pain when the demon dug its claws into her stomach from the side, dangerously close to anything vital. She was scared and rightfully so because she thought she was going to die. Having and seeing no way out, "SEKIDO!!!" she cried out loudly for her other husband to come and safe her, pushing the demon away and looking towards the four who were in battle.

She expected them to immediately turn around to the sounds of her screams of pain and terror but... she saw Sekido, arms raised – the slayers were quickly recovering as this happened – and in the blink of am eye, had drawn in both Karaku and Urogi, almost as if they had teleported! "H-Hey!" Her eyes widened in pure horror when she saw both of them get absorbed by Sekido through his palms, leaving no trace of their existence behind. Then came Aizetsu, who surprisingly, willingly approached Sekido albeit quickly before he met the same fate. Her eyes then quickly darted to the demon above her that was still trying to rip her to shreds and eat her, wrestling with it and try to survive for as long as possible. She kicked it off of her body for a brief moment before she was tackled down into the same position. Again, her eyes went to the spot her husbands were, desperate for them to save her when she noticed that only Sekido remained though at a bigger distance. He had fallen to his knees and appeared to be almost struggling? Shaking? Whatever the case may be, she noticed his struggle until... his hair began to grow... shorter? The kimono he is known for slowly shed and disappeared to ash, his entire body began to shrink – though his muscular form remained – and his arms were now covered by long sleeves similar to Aizetsu's but tighter. If her eyes could go any wider they would when she noticed that what was once her tall husband, was now a young boy too muscular for his age with floating drums behind his back.

She would have taken a closer look at him but before she could, he was gone faster than she could blink. Then, suddenly, the demon she was struggling against was gone as well, almost as he had been kicked towards a tree as it laid here, trying to catch its breath and regenerate. She saw as the slayers looked around aimlessly while she immediately got up and limped towards her small husband, taking him into her hands and looking around the same way the slayers were before being startled by the loud thump of a drum. Nothing happened... for a few short moments. In those few short moments, she turned and jumped at nearly everything the same way Hantengu would before letting out a scream of surprise and fear when she felt the ground shake and saw multiple tree trunks grow from the ground which almost appeared like dragons. The quaking of the ground had caused her to fall on her rear but that was the least of her worries. She ran as fast and best as she could despite the dust that had been released from those dragons blinding her, desperate to get to safety as she held Hantengu. "W-What was that?!" Hantengu felt sorry for her about the fact that she didn't know about his existence as well but was too scared to even utter a word, only hiding deeper into her palm. They both heard the distant screams of agony from the slayers that had ambushed them before their sudden silence and seeing the same demon that had attacked her crash into a nearby tree. She instantly flinched back and slowly backed away at the demon, who was slowly regaining his senses—

"How dare you!!" A new voice growled causing her to flinch for the umpteenth time. It was deep, possibly deeper than Sekido's though lacking the same amount of gruffness yet holding far more command and pressure. The wife looked towards the direction where the voice came from, holding Hantengu with shaking arms and preparing to run when she is stopped by an orange shine in the dark which were clearly eyes. Though they were not directly staring at her, the woman could not move a single millimeter and suddenly, it was hard to breathe. Then, the person who stood in the shadows revealed themselves. A boy no older than seventeen or even sixteen covered in blood. She took in every single feature of his, from his beautiful lashes to the same similar long nails on his hands and feet. Her fearfully curious eyes then landed on the kanji etched onto the floating drums.

"Hate"

She's never seen that one until now and wondered if he was a clone as well. "You dare touch what is mine?!" The only clones she knew of were the main four and Urami! She didn't know there was one more! And so young too! The youngest She's seen! The boy's eyes are trained on the rabid demon which was frozen in the same spot as the much younger demon in appearance gets closer. "An unforgivable sin that you will atone for with your life!!" As he spoke, the words he said before processed in her mind. What did this boy mean 'touch what was his'? She is not married to him! Only to Hantengu, Urami and the main four, not this child. She was too scared to even think properly as she watched the rabid demon get ripped limb from limb while the boy yelled. "You will suffer whilst you die!!" He used his hands and dug his long nails into the demon's flesh, dragging it up to his ribs before pushing his hand in deeper and pulling out a rib. All the terrible noises and howls of agony could be heard as he continued on with the demon's arm, breaking it like a twig as the first arms had gone to its leg and tore it from the hip. He repeated the process with the other arm and leg until the demon was simply a limbless mess squirming like a worm. The boy then crouched and aimed his hand directly for the neck, digging his nails in before swipping his head clean off. "Such scum who bring harm to my benignant bride will not live to see the next sunset." He growled before quickly turning around at the strong smell of his main body, Y/N and her blood.

Once she made eye contact with her, even her breathing ceased. It felt like she was going to die! That looks can kill should only be a saying, not a fact! As he began to approach her, glare never changing, her breathing only hitched as she instinctively hid Hantengu behind her back. Her heart was practically in her throat and she swears she could cry on the spot but she was just frozen. Just as he was in within arm's reach, he froze, eyes darting up to hers and staring intensely. It was silent for a few moments before be spoke. "Why do you fear me, my wife?" The only response he got was her staring at him as if he were crazy, like he had grown another head or something. "I am Zohakuten. Hatred. The main body's youngest self, your husband also." The boy introduced himself, gently grabbing her hand and kissing the back of her palm. So that was his name. Her only response was to stare at him wide-eyed for a good while until she let out a breath that she had held due to his intense gaze. "I—ughnnn..." The pain of her injuries caught up to her, the adrenaline having run out as she collapsed, however, with his lightning fast reflexes, Zohakuten caught her into his arms and took her into the bridal carry, as he then examined the extent of her injuries.

"I'm sorry I didn't arrive earlier, my wife. I would never let such evil savage touch a hair on your beautiful head." The way he spoke certainly caused to feel a certain way. That certain way being flustered and embarrassed. "I-I... Thank you." The woman said softly and let herself be carried by the demon boy. As he walked with her through the forest, eventually beginning to sprint, she could feel herself lose consciousness, the exhaustion having caught up to her. Zohakuten noticed and only went faster but remained as calm as he could, he knew she would survive with him around. "Sleep, my darling wife. I'll take care of you."

Note: So that's how. I mean I can't blame her 'cause bitch, I'd be terrified too. Hope you liked that one.

[welldonekhushi]

Under My Spell | Part 9

Part 7 Part 8

Part 9 of Under My Spell!

Note: I deeply apologize for the sudden hiatus of this series! Now that I'm back on track, here's another part. Finally.

Enjoy, amigos! <3

Previously..

You two were bound by the beasts, and being ready to attack, until the wolves whimpered and flopped their ears, bowing down gently as they back off and slowly found an opportunity to run away. It confused you and Valeria on the fact that what could have pushed them back in fear.

Turning around, you see through the darkness, a figure walking out from the shadows, holding a flaming torch as it makes its way into the light. Your eyes widened when you realised who the individual who was approaching its way towards them.

It was Rodolfo.

Feeling relieved, you were glad that after his reluctance about going with you two, he finally made up his mind to follow you. He couldn't leave you alone in this danger and he knew it.

"Rudy!" You ran towards the man and hugged him tight. ".. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been stubborn but, I needed answers.."

"It's okay, Y/N. I know.. I also need the answers like you all, as well. Walking away from the battle feels like I'm being a coward." Rudy replied, furrowing his eyebrows. "I need the people of Las Almas to be free from this threat, too. And this is why.. I came back for you."

You smiled, feeling glad that Rudy was able to convince himself.

"I'm happy that you're back on track, Rodolfo." Valeria nods her head. "Seems like the amulets drove us here. To this cave."

Rudy looked towards the huge entrance, analysing it. "This cave seems ancient.. as if it stayed here for generations."

"It was the same cave I saw when the demon caught me! This whole place.. it feels so similar.. I think this is where we can find all our answers." You said, in hope.

"But, Y/N.. currently I can sense whatever is in there, it's not friendly. It's going to kill us.. I'm not doing this because I am preventing you from finding the answers, but you well know the demon is doing this from reaching our goal late."

"I know.. but I wouldn't let El Charro Negro stop us.. he knows it's the end of his wrath, so he's doing his best to stop us. But if we can do this together, I'm sure we'll be unstoppable." You walk towards Rudy, and extend your hand so that you can grab the torch.

Rudy blinked his eyes a few times, but then gently handed you the flaming torch, walking inside the cave. Rudy and Valeria look at each other for a while, and then agreed to follow you as well. You delve deeper into the cave, seeing the dark habitat present around the interior.. bats, dead plants.. strange noises.. and the eerie atmosphere. You made sure Rudy and Valeria followed you from behind, while looking around the place.

"We need to be careful as well, amigos. Make sure nothing attacks us out of nowhere."

"Got it." Valeria responds, and as the three walk further for a couple of minutes, you could realise things were getting shadier and obvious once you go deeper into the darkness. There were strange writings on the wall.. mostly Spanish but they were impossible to read, having the texts ragged and withered, with the strange drawings on the wall.

You wanted to make sure that no one gets lost again. "Hope whatever is beyond this darkness.. we can find out the solution.. guys.. guys—" You turn around to see Rudy and Valeria.. gone in thin air. You widened your eyes, realising you were talking to yourself all this time.

"Rodolfo? Valeria?" You called the two but you could only hear your voice echoing through the walls of the cave. "Shit.. what do I do now?" You try to muster up your courage, and walk further into the cave, trying to find the two as well. Maybe they lost track in the middle of nowhere, or..

You grew a little panicked, and held your torch tighter, while you walked further through the darkness. Mustering up the courage, you tried calling for the two but your head started to ache. You were getting strong visions of a powerful entity, with a skull face and wide-brimmed hat. You tried to hold onto yourself, and clenched your eyes, but as soon you opened them.. you found something which you couldn't believe.

The light of the torch illuminated the texts on the walls, which were now clearer, and readable. You carefully observed the words, though you weren't really trained in Spanish, but you made sure to remember the sentence.

"Dicen.. que si viene a tu casa.." You carefully read the texts. "Se come.. almas para mantenerse con.. vida? I don't get it.. but it seems to have a connection with this area." You then keep on exploring further, reaching the center of the cave. The texts turned into carvings, scriptures, paintings.. something that looked more like the El Charro Negro. Did people worship the devil here too?

As everything was now revealed, you saw.. a huge rock in front of you, with a scripture. It felt more like a chanting prayer, something which you pray for. It looked like some ancient language, but you couldn't find anything special.

All of a sudden, your mind started to show blurry images about a lifeless forest, damp and dark, with a man in a brimmed hat while he's on its horse. It was the other time where you faced a flashback like that, and you gasped, sweating profusely. The vision looked really horrifying, and then you faced the ancient rock again. The texts on the rough surface started to glow green in color, with an orb of light hitting your eyes. It seems like the amulet had brought the rock back alive from the dead.

Your body shivered, and goosebumps arose from your skin, and you had a headache again, experiencing another flashback. You saw a figure, who was getting its neck grabbed, by a mysterious presence, with a wide brimmed hat and glowing green eyes.

It must be the demon.

You thought it must be Rudy getting choked, but the face was blurry, making it impossible to recognise. As another scene flashed in your head, the figure getting choked passes down on the ground, while the demon brought his horse back and prepared to take him away with it. appearance becoming more visible to reveal the one who was getting taken away by the strange figure, on it's horse.

That face.. looked so familiar.

"Alejandro?" You opened your eyes, and widened them, seeing your amulet glow brighter, feeling a presence behind your back. You could only try to look behind yourself, slightly, as the demon roars and you push him back with your amulet powers with brute force.

The El Charro Negro groaned, and cried in anger. You held your flaming torch tighter, being prepared for the impact. It was a trap. The demon's trap, to capture you. "I know you want this, you monster." The demon roars and then pulls its attack towards you, and you bash the flaming torch over its head, making it cry out demonically. The demon growled, and destroyed the torch in your hand. But, knowing you had your powers from the amulet, you whirl your hands, and brought your attack to hit the beast with it. But, the devil was trying to take control of the fight, making you powerless in the process, though you aren't giving up this easily.

One attack of the devil pushed you behind, and you took hold of yourself, till the devil disappeared from your eyes. You looked around everywhere, finding a trace of him, but with nothing to see. You immediately flinched in instinct and saw the demon behind you, your hands charging the energy and creating a force field so its attack wouldn't reach you. But, knowing how strong the demon is, you were losing balance.

You used all of your force, to be able to make it walk back towards the rock, the demon still protesting.

It was dragging you through it's veil, as it tries to pull you back so it can seal you permanently. So with the help of your amulet powers, you were slowly burning its hands, making them evaporate. The demon's eyes glow brighter, and more violently, pushing you towards the rock.

But midway, before you could bring a more powerful wave, he suddenly vanishes with a demonic screech when someone attacks it from the back. You were shocked but saw that the one who saved you.. was none other than, the cloaked man again. It came running towards you, seeing if you're alright.

"Oh dios mío.. are you okay?" The man checked to see if you were injured, but forgot the injuries, you were more shocked about his sudden arrival.

"Wait a second! Are you following us all the time?!" You cried.

"I came here because I knew it was going to happen, querida!" The cloaked man replied. "The truth is coming closer.. and the devil El Charro Negro will do anything in it's power to stop you."

"I think this was the place where the spirit of the El Charro Negro existed.. and through these writings.. I can't believe there were people who worshipped him too."

"People do find a particular entity divine. Especially when they're supernaturally powered." The cloaked man spoke while he treated your wounds. "And it was enough to drive humanity into its trap so it can find itself a way to survive through human souls."

After it finishes healing you, he gets up and takes a look around the carvings of the devil, while talking to you. "The melody from its guitar.. could make anybody admire him in a matter of seconds, and then, you're a goner. You don't even have a way back. Let it be for falling in love.. or worship him. Only a few.. possess such power where they don't fall for both options. More like, individuals who know the true intentions of the devil, and its plans to threaten human civilization."

The cloaked man turned around, facing you back with a concerned look. "The devil knows you're his ultimate end. And you're going to stop it, once and for all, Y/N."

Hearing the man's words, you sure had many questions in your head, but you wanted to ask him that one doubt. "Do you think.. that Alejandro Vargas is the vessel for the El Charro Negro? Or it's—"

"Y/N!" A voice echoed in the area, hearing arriving footsteps to see Valeria, panting for air, looking absolutely panicked and terrified, with her face and clothes covered in slight dirt.

"Valeria? What happened?"

"We need to get going! Rudy is in trouble!" Valeria said, with her eyebrows furrowed. "If we didn't save him, it'll be too late!"

"But where did you go last time when I saw you both disappear?"

"I don't know.. all I remember is following you, but we unexpectedly lost track all of a sudden and I fell into a large pit. Rudy said that he was going to rescue me, but I heard him scream.. I'm scared that something might have happened to him!" Valeria explained the events that happened to her, feeling worried for what's beyond. "Thank God, I was able to get myself out of the pit and came looking for you."

"I'm glad you're still okay, Valeria." You sighed in relief.

".. but, who is he?" Valeria's attention diverted towards the individual next to you.

"This is the cloaked man, that I used to talk about. I don't know his name, but.. he wears a cloak. That's all." You cleared your throat. "But he knows a way on how to stop the devil."

Valeria came rushing towards him. "Please.. you got to help us."

"I always waited for this moment to come, mujer joven." The cloaked man smiled underneath his shaded appearance. "I'll do whatever it takes to seal the pendejo from hurting anymore people."

"Don't worry, Valeria.. we're going to save him. All this time, he had been saving our lives. But now, we'll return the favor." You smiled, and gave a determined nod, so does the woman in return, and the cloaked man closing his eyes, preparing himself for the moment, as they continue their journey further into the cave.

The camera then switches to a cave painting of the El Charro Negro, in it's full, demonic form, where the rest kept worshipping him.

During the quest, you, Valeria and the cloaked man continued their journey to locate Rudy. For a brief moment, Valeria started to look a little unsettled, that the man with the cloak noticed. "You seem tensed, mi señora."

"Huh? No. I'm just.. not feeling very good. Whatever this is going on.. it's just, messed up. I don't know but, my mind is getting more puzzled and fuzzier." Valeria said in concern. "Alejandro being possessed.. Rudy getting kidnapped. This.. is too much."

"I'm very sure we'll find your friend, señora. The devil won't stand a chance in front of us." The cloaked man tried to encourage Valeria, giving her hope. She held the amulet more closely, gripping it tighter with her hand.

You were listening to Valeria, but your mind kept on constantly flashing over that one scene of Alejandro Vargas getting taken away by the El Charro Negro. You felt a deep pit in your stomach, realising something was wrong. If Rudy is the victim, why would they show Alejandro? And if Alejandro is the real victim.. where is he now?

No.. I think this is just a way to distract or weaken your aim for defeating the devil. But what kept you divided.. was it a way to divert you from the truth.. or was it actually the truth?

Is Alejandro really the El Charro Negro or—

You were brought back to reality when you heard Valeria scream, seeing someone through the distance, who was passed out on the ground. You could sense who it was even being far away..

"Rudy.."

[skyloftian-nutcase]

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The party had long since finished. Link had been escorted back to his room and left in peace. With food in his stomach and some water, he felt his strength returning. His body trembled as he stood tentatively, alone in his room, but he managed to stay on his feet nonetheless.

Stepping quietly to the door, Link put an ear to it. There had to be guards outside, but he hadn't seen any when Nabooru had brought him back here.

This entire situation was making less sense, but he wasn't going to stick around long enough to parse it all out. Nabooru had claimed Ganondorf was holding him hostage to keep him safe. Ganondorf himself had tried to make himself look like he wasn't the villain, like the entirety of Hyrule hadn't been ripped apart at the seams because of his corruption and desire for power, like he hadn't torn the Triforce from Link and Zelda in battle while his army slaughtered their men.

It didn't make sense. What game was the monster playing? Link would have to figure it out when he made it back to his own people. Zelda and his army were waiting for him. The queen was no doubt trying to get a rescue operation together, and Link didn't want to risk anyone's lives over himself, not when he could find his own way out. He wasn't some helpless fool, he could handle this, and he would get the Triforce pieces back that the queen so desperately guarded.

He'd seen the crazed look in Zelda's eyes when they'd lost the Triforce the first time. He didn't want to see that again.

There was no other way out of this room than to use the door. It felt stupidly simple and reckless. He had to open it quickly, to catch the guards by surprise, wherever they were stationed. He needed some kind of weapon. He'd managed to sneak a knife in from dinner, slipping it into his boot, but he wasn't sure how useful it would be. He gripped it firmly in his hand and took a steadying breath.

It was now or never.

Link threw the door open, quickly taking in his surroundings, and saw... nothing.

No one... was there.

Well, he couldn't stop to think about it. The noise he'd just made would attract attention.

Trying to remember the path Nabooru had led him through to get outside, Link ran quickly, ignoring the chill that sank into his bones as he moved. When had it gotten so cold? His fingers felt like they were getting numb already as they gripped the knife.

The hallway opened up to a larger room. He remembered that. This was where--

A hand grabbed him by the back of his tunic and yanked harshly, sending him to the floor with a yell. Link kicked blindly, eyes focusing on his target.

It was Ghirahim.

Snarling, Link rolled to get away and swiped with the knife to create distance. Ghirahim caught his arm by the wrist, watching him with a sadistic smile.

"I figured you wouldn't sit still for long, sky child," he purred.

Something in Link roared in response, and he let out a battle cry as gripped the demon's arm with his free hand, bringing all his weight down to drag Ghirahim to the ground. The demon gasped a little at the increased weight he was holding, but he caught the hero by the shirt instead of letting them both fall.

Link spat in his face next, and that worked brilliantly, making the demon hiss and pull away immediately. Free from his grasp, Link began to run, knowing this was not a fight he was going to win with a knife. He heard a snap and Ghirahim appeared in front of him.

"Now, now," Ghirahim said, brushing some white hair out of his face. "I have strict orders to keep you here."

"Over my dead body," Link snarled.

"Oh, I wish," Ghirahim replied. "You see, that has been a point of contention lately. My master wishes you alive and it is so dreadfully taxing on me. But I trust his judgment. He has a way to address the true matter. And then your little vassal can be safe and sound while I deal with you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Link snapped, eyes searching for another escape route as he spoke. The demon lord certainly loved to talk, so if Link could use that to his advantage, he would.

"It's amazing how dense you can be," Ghirahim grumbled. "Honestly, an entire war fought for you and you don't even understand it. Cia may have fallen in love with you, but she desires your vassal. Nevertheless, this has always been about eliminating you. My master understands that. It will be my highest honor to serve in that capacity for him, to be the one to deliver the killing blow. I cannot wait for that momentous occasion."

"You're out of your mind," Link replied. Another hallway was just to the left, and if he ran fast enough... "I am the Hero. I don't know what you're talking about with vassals. I serve the queen as a--"

"THIS ISN'T ABOUT THE QUEEN!" Ghirahim screamed, face contorted in rage. "This is about you, sky child, about revenge, about eliminating the one threat in my master's way! Her Grace isn't here, and her descendant doesn't have a fraction of that power, the Triforce is all my master needs now, and I will finally be able to kill you!"

The conversation was about to end and Link knew it. He tore off in the direction of the other hallway, managing to round the corner when he heard a snap again. He was prepared this time, grabbing the nearest pot and throwing it just as diamonds materialized in front of him. Ghirahim grunted as it made impact as soon as he appeared, shattering into countless pieces while Link quickly backtracked and went a different way.

By the grace of the goddesses, that had given the captain enough time to at least outmaneuver the demon lord, who wasn't sure which part of the compound Link had ended up by now. He was grateful for it, his heart racing and pounding in his ears as he rushed to find an exit. Fighting Ghirahim in the heat of battle felt far more... controlled than this. Here he felt like prey, and Ghirahim's rage and power over him was...

He wasn't going to say he was scared. He wouldn't.

Link felt a breeze and it gave him hope. That had to mean he was close to the outdoors. But where were all the Gerudo?

A door was up ahead, sand trickling in from beneath it, a promise of freedom and safety. Link threw it open with relief.

And ran right into Ganondorf.

Gasping, Link scrambled backwards, losing his footing and his balance as he fell unceremoniously to the ground. He continued to scoot away, trying to find a way around the towering figure. The man was enormous - it could give Link the advantage of scurrying around him if he was fast enough, but the world was spinning and--

"I figured you might try this," Ganondorf sighed.

Okay. Okay, fine. So they were talking. That would give him time to catch his breath. All these fools and their monologues - and people said Link was arrogant. At least he didn't usually give his enemies time to formulate a plan while they were actively standing in front of him.

"Your strength is returning," Ganondorf noted, walking towards him. "But that doesn't mean you're ready for a fight."

Well, Link might as well try to get some answers while he was here. "Where's the Triforce, you monster?"

"Where it needs to be," Ganondorf answered simply, closing the door behind him, much to Link's dismay. He stared at Link for an uncomfortably long time, making the captain squirm.

"Nabooru said you want me alive. Tell me why," he demanded, trying to make the man talk again.

Ganondorf was silent for a moment longer and then shook his head. "You're not in a state to accept my words."

"Try me," Link goaded. He had to admit, at this point he was curious. And it bought him more time to figure out what the heck his next step would be.

"I know your type, Hero," Ganondorf said, tacking on the title as if it were a curse. "You follow the queen like a puppy that doesn't know any better. Your heart is filled with a sense of duty, a desire to help and do good, and it is fixed on that woman. You'll do whatever Zelda tells you."

Link bristled but bit his tongue. Whatever slander Ganondorf was about to say didn't interest him, but the man hadn't made a point yet.

"You don't see the mess you're in," Ganondorf continued, shaking his head. "You don't understand. I'm trying to protect you, Link."

Link blinked. Then he blinked again. Nabooru had said as much, but hearing it from him... well. She had said keep him safe. He'd interpreted it as keep him alive. "Protect me from what?"

"Everything," Ganondorf muttered in a low time, voice rumbling in his chest. He bent forward, as if to grab Link, and the captain took that as his cue.

Link bolted, rushing to the left to get out of the reach of the man as he tried to run around him, using his small size to his advantage. He reached the door and immediately realized his mistake.

It was locked.

The ground vanished beneath him, and Link felt his stomach lurch as he was held in the air by one of his arms. The strain of having his entire body weight pulled into his shoulder joint made him grit his teeth. Then his world twirled as he was tossed against the man, his back to Ganondorf's chest, held in place by an arm wrapped around his torso.

"Let me go!" he yelled, kicking his legs as much as possible.

"I told you that you were not ready for this conversation," Ganondorf said, almost chidingly. "I'm taking you back to your room so you can rest."

"You think I'll be ready for a conversation that isn't true?" Link snapped. "You're holding me hostage for a reason, stop lying to me!"

Ganondorf said nothing, walking down the hallway with Link his helpless prisoner dangling in his grip. His waist and stomach ached from the hold, though at least pressed against someone else warmed him enough that he wasn't shivering and numb. His body was screaming at him at this point, wounds he hadn't even realized existed suddenly flaring up. He supposed the battle that had gotten him captured had left more marks than he'd realized.

That didn't matter. Escaping mattered.

Link felt so utterly helpless and he hated it. He'd never felt so out of control in his life. When he was plopped back on the bed and left alone to his own musings, he curled into a ball, suddenly shivering again.

He felt so, so alone. And suddenly, with the thought of Ghirahim's twisted, demented, enraged face, with the thought of how easily Ganondorf just manhandled him, he felt...

He wasn't going to say it. He wasn't going to say it.

Damn it all, he was scared. And he hated it.

He was the bearer of the Triforce of Courage and he was scared.

Burying his face into his knees, Link hugged himself and cursed himself at the same time. The tears fell silently at first before little hiccups started to accompany them. He was too tired for this. The only mercy the goddesses provided was that he was alone. He didn't want anyone to see him like this.

His body felt impossibly heavy. The room felt like it was closing in. He was exhausted. His head hurt. His stomach ached from how he'd been held. Something on his back seared like fire. His knees were bothering him. He was freezing. He felt so unbelievably overwhelmed. He felt so unbelievably unsafe.

He'd always been the one to save the day. He'd been invincible with the Master Sword, though he'd learned that having others to help him was equally as important. But he had no Master Sword here. No friends. No hope of anything.

In the darkness and cold of the night, his fears consumed him, and he gave into despair. Link cried, so desperately alone. He just wanted to feel safe.

Warmth enveloped him, and he sank into it willingly, his hiccups turning into sobs. Something ran soothingly along his back, soft cloth was pressed against his face, and he found himself clinging to it desperately like a lifeline.

He needed to get himself together. He didn't care. No one was here anyway.

Then what's... why am I...?

He was too tired to process it anymore. All he knew was he felt safe.

"You'll be okay, child."

The voice was deep and gentle, whispered into his hair. Gentle pressure pressed him against whatever softness was in front of him. He heard a heartbeat.

A heartbeat. Pressure. Words. This was... he wasn't alone.

Hiccupping, Link opened his eyes, hands still clinging for dear life to patterned cloth in front of him, red hair spilling into his face as it slid over the person's shoulders.

A deep voice. A man's voice. A man wearing Gerudo--

What the hell.

Alarms rang in Link's mind as he put the pieces together. This couldn't be right this couldn't be right--

"You're safe," the voice said gently, continuing to run a hand along his back.

Link was so lost and confused and hurt and why the hell didn't anything make sense what was happening--

"I'll fix this," Ganondorf promised, and Link gave up entirely, falling apart.

[soulntes]

CHAPTER 7 : BABY MINE

CHAPTER 8 : LESSONS FROM A WARRIOR SOON

for sure there's nothing they could do but live how life is going right now and prepare for the worst. through his eyes... there was only promising.

there's a battle between the now and past. both have a role in their life changing how they act and interact. by seeing this demon telling how her what could be empty promises.. has her thinking differently about him.

how miles reassure her in a soft tone of their safety, alters on his purpose of birth in becoming colonel quaritch the rda programmed him to be.

created him to be the colonel miles quaritch.

but.. who is he exactly?

...

they've arrived at the land gate of the city, heavily guarded by soldiers and aircraft surrounding the entire perimeter.

her eyes keep searching for an answer in his manipulation tactics to trust him and give into his sins. "they won't touch neither you or him. not a single finger doll."

miles senses there's still apprehension into entering human territory.

she seethes with rage and is not fully on board with going to the enemies territory but for the safety of her boy is what convinced her decision.

with a sigh, "if you do not hold that promise, you will know eywa's rage on what happens to her child." miles chuckles but nods affirming about what he needs to uphold.

putting a hand on her cheek, "believe me, i don't know what you mean but i respect that determination of your eywa deity. i hope you teach me more in the meantime at bridgehead. we made a deal."

she tilts her head and her ears perk up confused on what he meant.

the recom continues to speak and holds her chin to pull her close in his sight, "the deal where i pass the whatever great rites, gain my ikran and i get my date with you, cupcake."

she scoffs responding instinctively the turn of her head away from his touch but there's a hint of her smirk that miles caught.

"you incompetent, ignorant child. that's all that motivates you to learn our ways?" she laughs at his stupid reason to complete and be na'vi.

"if it meant a date with you and you fall for me... then so be it, sweetheart." he slightly caresses her cheek as she pulls away.

"hey! leave my mom alone. she isn't interested!" spider yells squeezing himself in between his mom and quaritch to prevent him from flirting.

miles rolls his eyes and his ears pressed down and his tail swish in annoyance. this kid had to ruin a good moment. i basically had her wooed.

spider leans into his mom's arm to hold her and stare menacingly at quaritch.

ingyen smiles fondly at her son as she pets his hair.

before the aircraft could land, spider hops on his mom's back and ingyen jumps from a distance and lands perfectly.

in an instant miles and the recoms immediately hopped off thinking they were running away but failed to keep on their feet. they landed harshly with the aircraft move oddly by the impact of their jumps.

miles groans that his body took an impact and limps towards the mother and son who're standing there, "what did i say about staying close to me?"

ingyen shrugs and spider does the same when he looks at her for a way to respond back, "we do not wait. i hate sky people technology."

miles ticks at this synchronized behavior. like mother, like son.

the human soldiers see the unknown female na'vi and point their guns at her assuming she snuck in on the aircraft. she reacted pulling her dagger out, posing in defense mode over her son and hisses at every soldier.

they were getting closer to intimidate her, "don't shoot! the na'vi lady is with us, she won't do anything.. right?" miles immediately stands in front of them to prevent any mistake and give them protection.

he looks behind him, indicating to put her dagger away and show she means no harm. ingyen hisses watching every demon's movements in case of protecting her son.

miles raises one hand for them to drop their aim as he kneels in front of her, "sweetheart, you have to put it away or they'll end up hurting you and spider."

her tail swishes, baring her teeth and looks down at her son, hugging her to at least protect her from being shot.

her mind was a battlefield choosing from threatening the sky people with a scare or drop her guard to keep her seykxel safe.

her sight went to miles, staring at her with a look of trust.

to trust his word.

his ears were perked up and his tail swishes left and right of the suspense on her next move. trying to predict what she'll do next that can risk their deal.

miles gives her a nod as his other hand reaches out carefully towards hers and lower down her weapon.

he scoots as soon as she sees him getting closer to them.

miles leans in to whisper to her, "lower your weapon. they're not going to hurt you or your boy, as long as you're next to me i'll tell them to back off. not a single hair strand will they pluck out of that head, cupcake."

ingyen's skin shivers at his soft voice, her heart and blood quickens at his sudden closeness and his warm breath that tickles her ear. she should be used to this by now at the times he tried flirting with her but... it's different now. her eyes follow the blue stripes on his face as they trail to his eyes.

she stares at those small, hypnotically golden eyes that carry trust.. no lies. in the end she hisses one last time at the sky demons, putting her dagger away, and hugs her son tightly to hers and mutters under her breath, "fay sa tawtute." these sky people.

she'll listen to miles for now.

miles exhaled at last that he didn't even know he was holding in and reached a hand out under her chin to caress, "thank you, sweetheart. since you obeyed me, you deserve a reward."

"oe kemsike newonum ngenga txavä ayu, vrrtep!"

i do not want your filthy things, demon!

he chuckled at her shocked reaction. she went back to being the annoyed mother who hisses at him and plays hard to get.

when miles pointed his team towards ingyen and spider, the recoms immediately surrounds the mother and child for surveillance and protection.

"colonel. pleasant surprise you came in one piece. thought the na'vi would shred you to pieces once you went offline." ingyen saw a woman in green clothing with a machine that made her almost equal in height with na'vi.

miles saluted to the general, "no ma'am, of course not. turns out this little lady here was searching for the kid who happens to be his adoptive mother. she put up a fight but we made a deal in the end."

the general crosses her arms, "what would the deal be about?"

he continues, "she teaches us about being na'vi and her kid will be safe as long as she cooperates. it also seems she knows about jake sully well so i'm trying to get information about his whereabouts by pretending to be her ally.. a friend technically."

ardmore sighs and warns, "colonel, making deals like that comes with consequences on our end. if you get attached and intervene and involve yourself with the na'vi woman like sully did, you'll suffer those consequences-"

he interrupts, "general ardmore with all due respect, i don't really see myself with her or the kid. i'm here to accomplish a mission and it's hunting jake sully."

the general has an idea of his plan but has some doubts about the outcome. she fears it'll end up like jake from what she read in reports all those years ago.

she gives a nod, "you understand the value of this mission and how many puts their lives in our hands for pandora to be the new home for humanity. i better not see even a hint of compassion for those two because i can replace you or pull you out and they'll be locked up for questioning. with or without cooperation, we'll do it the hard way with the machine." the woman's threat caused miles to clenched his fists a bit after what he seen the machine did to the kid even worse when he endured such pain, "they'll have to be in a room under surveillance to not cause any trouble especially that na'vi. at that point, do what you can."

after she gave her orders, she left the recom to handle the situation.

ingyen scoffs with a smirk of annoyance cussing in her native tongue, "kalweyaveng. pxel po kame, teylu 'al. tsun tspang sno atxkxe fmong."

son of a bitch. like she knows, larvae shit. i could kill her, land stealer.

the colonel's hearing picks up familiar words she taught him as his ear moves down to try to hear what she's saying, "what'd you say, darling? can't hear your pretty voice."

the mother glares at him to not test her in cursing him out too.

miles shrugs with a smug grin planted on his face knowing she basically made a promise in ending the general with cussing her out.

as they made their way inside bridgehead city, the humans watch from a distance of ingyen's arrival because they never thought of a native wanting to be close in approximate circumstances.

it all over again.. the stares and whispers among them.

she tries her best to block them out of her mind and focuses on her son's well being and takes guard if anything to be useful to her advantage.

her tail swishes with her nerves building at the names she's being called..

a savage.

a blue alien.

a beast.

a wild animal.

it didn't hurt the slightest because they were the ones coming here and destroying everything. stealing what wasn't theirs and don't want peace. they're the ones coming to her home and invade. they were the monsters. a disease. the hate that she developed ever since she was a child.

but her mothers instincts kick in at the mention of her son..

a brat.

a stupid kid who doesn't know own his race.

an out of control child.

brainwashed.

an orphan that can never be a human.

a boy who lived a savage life.

she knows not to act on her feelings to protect her boy so she brings her son to her side as she whispers, "kllkxem lenrra ma'itan. fay vrrtep lu'ke ley ve'kì tìngay" then covers his ears.

stand proud, my son. these demons aren't worth hateful truth.

that is.. until someone tried messing with a protective mother.

the sick laughter and jokes two sky people were making in front of her that her ears perk.

"do you really think that savage na'vi thinks the boy is hers. is she stupid or something?" one chuckles at their companion and they follow, "no but who's even more stupider in this is the kid. i mean someone who's a different species than you and chosen as your hypothetical mother? that's ridiculous! he's lucky nobody can touch him or his bitch of a mother because the colonel decided they stick with them. it would've been hilarious if we taunt them on how they speak behind a glass like a zoo animal."

it was echoing. her ears pressed down to the back of her skull. her tail pointed up to analyze her behavior.

their laughter was raging on ingyen's response to slit their throats to never utter a laughter and belittle her son.

she turns in their direction with wide, menacing eyes into their souls as her hand goes to her dagger.

it was like in slow motion.

spider caught his mom and was ready to pounce to attack the humans when quaritch put his hand on her shoulder, "hey little lady, you have to relax. i'll handle this."

he carefully places ingyen behind him to calm down and approaches the laughing humans, "what's so funny, gentleman?"

the two suddenly quit laughing as they caught the attention of the recom, "nothing."

miles doesn't believe their lies and chuckles, "if it's nothing, why is it so damn funny? the kid basically survived his entire life here on this planet for years, your laughing asses would've been taken out by her if she spotted you in her home. i can allow her to injure you enough until you see death in her eyes. would you like to take on that challenge?"

both shook their heads as they were quivering in their shoes, "i guess we understand each other. next time, insult the woman in silence or don't do it at all because if i ain't around then i don't know what she'll do if she was let loose and i was too late." he smirks down at their puny figures, turns to ingyen with a slight nod towards the sky people.

he's given her permission to frighten them.

her head snapped at them as she pounced in front of them, "tsewtx vrrtep! oe tam ta'leng rusey!'

dirty demons! i will skin you alive!

her vibrant yellow eyes dilated staring down at the humans with her teeth bearing at each word she spouts in her mouth tongue.

the sky people shudder and rush to their post of work, away from the mother's rage.

ingyen clicks her tongue as she watches them scurry, "ley ke."

worthless.

the colonel laughs, "you got quite a mouth there darling, your mother never showed you to be a lady."

"my mother taught me to defend myself and protect what i love. not a lady like the sky people say it. it's stupid."

spider stares with admiration and stars in his eyes by how cool she acted, "my mom is perfect the way she is! you see how she looked at them! how awesome she got in their faces and they ran away like dipshits!"

miles rolls his eyes with a smile tugging in his face thinking to himself : they're both truly alike.

as a last remark he utters under his breath at his own joke, "i guess you're raised differently. mothers are truly the scariest beings out there."

ingyen's and spider's bond and life kind of reminds him of the child's movie back on earth.

a mother elephant protects and loves her baby with big ears even when others see him odd.

not much of a coincidence since spider is treated differently from both na'vi and humans and ingyen gets treated compared to a wild animal.

huh... there's not much of a difference.

if it's possible, he'll show 'em the film.

...

the whole city was filled with cool steel floors, machines moving as they fix and construct, humans walking to where they need to go, robots with people attached guarding or helping out.. it was unusual for ingyen and spider.

mostly for her.

after a long time the sky people have brought their evolution to another level than what she's seen before. all those years that the forest built to become what it used to be before is gone.

it won't be back until they leave for good. she'll be sure of it.

it was starting to become darker outside, how she wishes they were in the forest and be under the stars and eat the food she hunted. laugh and talk with her son as she cleans his face when he takes a deep breath to take off the mask for a second.

the look of love and affection that's plastered on his face whenever seykxel tells her a story of what jake told him but now they're stories of what the demon tells him.

not bad stories but stories of the memories he acquired and what he knows of.

it's also gotten personal the times she's heard for a moment and those talks help her son.

her son's changing. she feels her boy is slowly developing a kind of bond who is a replica of a father.

a father figure.

seykxel always desires and desperately wants fatherly love. all those times he watched the omatikaya kids play with their mom and dad, he wanted to cry.

not because it was his mom's fault.. because of his existence and ingyen claiming him as a son, it's an impossible dream.

at a young age, seykxel saw a father in jake. a father who helped him make a mother's day gift for his mama. a father who carried him with his friends everywhere when he wasn't busy.

but now that seemed to change.

they weren't at home.

they were with the recoms in the middle of a forest and base. most of all, with the reincarnated man that passed away.

the man both of them despised for all those years of pain and anguish.. started to take a turn.

"you alright there sweetheart?" miles says, observing her as she didn't seem to stare off into space.

ingyen looks at him and figures she was in her own world of thoughts, "i'm alright."

quaritch stares and notices her tail is lower than usual, her ears were slightly pressed back and she's quieter.

he didn't want to push it since she's probably overwhelmed by the place with the stares and whispers, he couldn't blame her.

he gives a slight nod and continues to lead them somewhere.

spider reaches his hand towards hers and caresses the same way she does to ease her nerves.

ingyen looks down and sees his worried look and changes it to a reassuring smile.

they stopped as soon as miles stood in front of a door and opened it for them to enter.

they slowly go in extremely cautious, not knowing if anything will harm them, as their feet takes them into the darkness.

miles chuckles and turns on the light. it was a room.

it had two beds, some shelves, a tv, another room with weird tools and other stuff. ingyen takes in the room as she looks back miles, "what is this for?"

"you and the kid are staying here with me. we can't give you a separate room since i fear your pretty little head will come up with an escape plan," he pets her head and she smacks it lightly, "okay.. still not at that step yet. either way i gotta keep an eye on you two sweetheart. you're my responsibility."

he made his way over to the other room as he explained what was in there, "this is a bathroom. you do your business there and you shower. you two can use it since there's enough soap and shampoo for you."

ingyen shakes her head, "i am not using demon technology. i bathe at the forest, better for skin with natural remedies and not damaging."

he sighs.

"you rather bathe your pretty ass in the middle of the jungle where everyone can see you naked. ain't that uncomfortable, cupcake?" miles asks with his signature smirk ingyen can sense from an inch away from her.

"now i have to teach you to bathe in the forest, great." she sighs, "that ain't bad on my part sweetheart, keep talking and we can lead somewhere between us."

before she could remark, spider points to the tv in front of the bed, "that a tv?"

miles nods going to turn it on for him, "since we're gonna be here until tomorrow morning, might as well enjoy this kid."

ingyen was reluctant on letting him near the so called tv but he's a child and he's curious especially when pictures show on the screen.

both of them got close as ingyen touched the screen staring at the pixels, "this tv, they tell stories and pictures?"

"pretty much, doll. in the mean time i'm gone, i'll put something on to distract you." he grabs the controller and searches for something that'll keep them entertained.

then he remembers what he thought earlier. showing the film of the baby elephant with big ears.

miles clicks on the movie to start, "i think you two will enjoy this one."

the movie started with theatrical music that caught interest to the young mother by its raw and strong sounds. spider sits in front of the tv with his mom following, behind him as her eyes settle on the bright colors.

DUMBO

ingyen tried saying it, "du-dumpo?"

miles chuckles at her attempts, "no, darling. it's dumbo."

"why does it sound like the word dumb? why, dumbo?" spider asks as he observes the characters drawn in the introduction.

"well guess you have to find out for yourself, kid," he pats his head and heads for the door.

"the controller is near the tv, rewind the movie as much as you want since i don't know when i'll be back." he tells them but they're too focused on the colors and music.

he grins a little and closes the door and locks on its own.

...

the colonel was beginning to become impatient.

the tests were suffocating him from all the wires, the beeps, scannings, and whatever other things they were doing to see his situation of the painful headaches and dizziness.

the science pukes didn't know a thing to why this is occurring to him than his comrades, he thought about the human colonel..

it's noticeable through the thoughts and personality he acquired that the human one was a lot worse a long time ago.

how human quaritch's zero hesitation in burning and destroying ingyen's home tree.

no guilt or remorse.

he may not have been present at the destruction but he's remembering the thick bark breaking as it fell on most of the natives when they were fleeing to safety.

he can't imagine what she witnessed that never occurred to her people.

miles didn't want to touch on the subject of what happened since it'll set back the acquaintance relationship that's building. it seemed the kid helped her cope.

spider. seykxel.

the way she protects and helps the kid adapt and accept the differences happening in their life, shows a different side to what miles originally thought of her.

from the beginning she knew she was at a disadvantage when a whole new set of human/navi hybrid soldiers prevented his freedom.

she didn't care. she snuck up on all of them with their guard up and threatened the life of miles for a small chance in saving her boy.

boy was she terrifying in his perspective that he thought it was jake sully's na'vi wife out to kill him but it was her.

ingyen. the possible woman he dreamt in his dream the first time he awakened.

it can be possible but the general's constant order repeating in his head to not get attached or involve himself personally with the captives.

his thoughts were interrupted when one of the science pukes entered along with lyle.

"colonel, looks like everything is alright. there's nothing wrong with your physical body or anything unusual that makes you have all of these constant headaches." the scientist in a white suit examines their tablet, scrolling through the information on it.

he tilts his head, "what do you mean there's nothing? so i'm gonna have to walk around with this headache all the time?"

they say nothing but lyle eases his next reaction, "colonel, i found some valuable information from the scientist that took mama lion's dagger.."

"what is it? it better be good than whatever this lab coat just explained about me." he snarls at the quivering human.

"she never mentioned her relationship with sully's woman, turns out... they're sisters. she's her younger sister." at that sudden news made his ears perk in interest as he took off the stickers with cables off his forehead and upper body, "little mama never mentioned about her connection sully's bat shit wife? man, am i gonna have an interesting talk with her."

lyle looks at the scientist and directs him with his eyes to show the dna and analysis of the dagger. they pulled a file from years ago, showing a picture of her next to neytiri's and they're information.

his eyes travel back and forth between the sisters and see the similarities. they look the same but radiate their differences by their facial expressions and hair.

neytiri with her hair fixed but ingyen let her hair loose with a few strands of decorative beads. scars placed far apart since ingyen had her scar under her left eye that he dreamt. her calm but stern expression in the picture he knows very well when he's seen her focus on hunting and patching him up.

his eyes landed on her eyes and lips. her eyes held nothing in the picture but when he's getting to know her, he picks up how her yellow irisis sparkles in amusement when he finally gets something. they also hold courage and love when it comes to spider. her eyes become crescents like the moon when eclipse starts to set, the only bright thing you can see in the night with her bioluminescent marks that glow in the dark like stars and her skin as the sky. too far and too precious for him to touch.

her lips. they were plump and looked soft despite being a warrior and scars on her face. it made her more fierce and a beast within her beauty.

miles wants to ask ingyen about her relationship with sully's woman to see if she says the truth or ignores his questions.

now he knows a way to influence her to give him the information on their possible whereabouts.

the colonel was heading back to the room to have a pleasant conversation with her. as soon he opened the door.. he wasn't ready for what he saw when entering because there sat ingyen in front of the tv still with spider sleeping in her arms comfortably.

with little effort walking in, he stood in front of her with a file in his hand, "darling, you must've been pulling my tail far too long that i finally know who you are. so tell me-"

a sniffle caught the flick of his ear, a swaying tail and looked down thinking it was spider having a nightmare or from the movie but it wasn't...

ingyen.

there were... tears in her eyes?

her eyes held pain and reminiscence, holding her boy tightly but lovingly, staring at the screen which played a lullaby everyone knows as a child on earth.

baby mine

he stays there listening to the soft melody.

beginning with the hummings, the little elephant reaches his trunk to where his mother was, touching and feeling each other; from what he observes; after a long time from criticism and separation.

baby mine, don't you cry

baby mine, dry your eyes

rest your head close to my heart.

never to part, baby of mine.

little one when you play, don't you mind what they say

let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear

baby of mine

ingyen replays a memory. from when she was young and the mother of her son in their beginnings. just like mama jumbo, she was joyous of having her own baby. at first sight, it was love and adoration for her son even if he was different than the rest... he was an innocent baby who wanted to be with his mama.

ingyen carried her son everywhere, teaching him the way of life and the balance of life eywa created in order for them to live in harmony.

just like baby jumbo, seykxel was a curious little boy. full of happiness and trouble that ingyen smiled at anything he did. he played, he laughed, he does silly pranks on his mama, and always beside her.

but it came with whispers, stares, and rumors among her clan about her baby.

about how odd looking he was. that her seykxel wasn't her baby and omatikaya. some other demon cursed mo'at's youngest daughter in raising a demon. someone created lies so she can raise a monster among their clan who'll end up like his diabolical father. when he grows, he'll be the one to kill her because he didn't feel like he belong because he doesn't.

she's gotten emotional about how the world can perceive a young child into something that's not in their little hearts.

since she too was perceived as the odd sister. a lost child who didn't care about humans turned into a mother for one.

more tears shed down to her cheek, landing on spider's sleepy face, watching how the baby animal kept smothering his face into his mother's touch and cries. mama jumbo uses her trunk as a swing, rocking her dear baby to comfort him on the days she couldn't.

as if it happened to her when jake and neytiri came back without her son. leaving her son because they didn't have any other choice. the rage, the anguish, the confusion she felt being separated from her son not knowing if he was alright or dead.

from your head to your toes [baby mine]

you're so sweet, goodness knows [baby mine]

you are so precious to me, cute as can be

baby of mine

baby jumbo's time was up as his mouse friend leads him back to his tent to rest and he waves to his mama goodbye until the next time. mama jumbo moves to the other barred window waving her sweet baby in a distance before he disappeared.

that truly moved ingyen. seeing it being relatable to her personal life made her vulnerable in front of the demon she despises despite showing her fearless character.

miles didn't know what to say, guessing the movie really pulled some heart strings making it far more meaningful.

"do you think the mother will be back with her baby? will the baby continue trying to be accepted and receive love from the world in order to be with his mother?" her sudden questions caught him off guard as he has no way to answer her.

he shrugs, "you're gonna have to wait and see, mamas," kneeling down near her sitting figure and carefully lifts his hand to touch and wipe her tears.

she reacts with a flinch at his odd behavior towards her given that she isn't used to being touched by someone trying to comfort her. much less her... enemy?

her eyes trail the veiny hand there, waiting for her permission in continuing what he was doing. ingyen looks directly at miles in search of anything he was doing out of concern is fake.

but nothing. only care and she doesn't know what else was there that makes it more... impactful and accepting being vulnerable with someone other than her sister, her mother, and jake.

a small nod, she allows him to wipe her glistening tears. his hand was strong but held a lenient touch when drying her eyes. her heartbeat accelerated a bit.

"got you all sad and sappy because of an elephant, huh?" he tried making it out of a harmless joke and she chuckled showing him her smile for the first time.

no mask. no exaggerated eye rolling. no smirk.

a pretty smile only god knows how long he's been dying to see it in front of him.

"it truly is moving seeing how tough that baby is but many forget.. he's a baby. a baby who wants his mama." she explains staring down at her boy, stroking his face without a mask to imprint it in her memories.

miles watches with a slight grin, leaning close only a few inches from her face, "that baby reminds me of someone," he gaze lands on spider.

ingyen turns to say something, realizing how close his face was, "yes it does, doesn't it?"

they stare at each other seeing their features of every line, every dot, and every detail they can absorb.

miles felt a pull to her somehow in a way to be close to her. know her more than anybody had ever tried.

miles was seeing the true beauty of pandaora ingyen was talking about.

those yellow irisis looking at him in a different perspective and their chemistry starts to become more... risky.

they didn't realize the movie was ending filled with cheers when the baby finally flew as he gained success to recover his mama back.

there he was in the arms of his mama and he kissed her face and she smiled, receiving his love and how proud she is of what he was insecure and thought it was wrong for him to be born with it, made him confident and shine brighter than any star.

the end.

FUN FACT : this whole fanfic is inspired by the movie dumbo that i was watching after avatar 2 came out. it made me realize...

what if spider had a mother who didn't care about his appearance or how he was born and just loves him, it's her baby no matter what. spider deserves a mom who'll protect and love him without explanation.

she will do anything to keep her baby alive and happy.

this remake makes me cry every time when 'baby mine' plays, the chapter may be a bit short but it's meaningful to each other and how vulnerability works between them, not only ingyen and miles.

TAGLIST

@skinmittensgoblin @eternallyvenus @winxschester @perseny @cleverzonkwombatsludge @reallysparklychaos @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @liyahsocorro @violet-19999 @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @ratchetprime211 @analuw @alexandra-001 @grimistangel @ok-boke

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Write For Me

Notes - New Manga ending, Sanemi is a loser lmao

The doorbell chimed with the arrival of a new customer, another person looking for help in a world that has a neverending supply of it. You continued your task, leaving the customer to your father who ran the small mail house. It was mainly local delivery, run by you and your siblings but you occasionally wrote letters and even involved yourselves with the local school to help teach writing. After the battle that had taken place 2 towns over there were plenty of people displaced and many who didn’t know how to read or write. You had heard of the rumored demon slayer corps but considered it a tale of fiction, it was not.

“Y/N, can you help this young man with a letter, I have to pick up a letter from the Naraga house. Thank you” Peaking into the back your father gave a quick salute before disappearing again. You sighed, putting down the order form and going to the front where you had a small setup for writing. A man was already sitting at the table, his white hair sticking in every direction, he looked like a porcupine from the back and the thought had you stifling a laugh, trying not to embarrass yourself.

“Hello, I’m Y/N, I’ll be writing for you today, have you had a letter written from us before?” You were speaking before even getting a look at his face, rounding the table to sit across from him. The shock on his face was evident as wide violet eyes stared at your elegant form seated across from him.

“um” He looked around “Yuuta writes my letters, who are you?” he questioned a rasp in his voice, like he hadn’t spoken in days.

“I’m Y/N… Yiuta is running an early delivery this week and Tsuchiro is on his honeymoon so I’m in the shop this week. Is this going to the same recipient we have listed? Genya Shinazuawa?” he gave a stiff nod, lips pursed like he was thinking but wanted to say something.

“He’s my brother” You nodded as he continued to stare, watching as you organized yourself, pulling out paper and making sure you had ink, envelopes, and wax on hand.

“is this going to the Butterfly estate or the Himejima household? We have two addresses” you asked, looking over the form for the man in front of you ‘Sanemi Shinazugawa’ written in big bold letters, an exaggerated grumpy face written next to it.

“Butterfly estate, can you write my name on the back of the envelope?” You looked up at his request.

“Yuuta has it noted you request that I will make sure it happens. So what would you like me to write?” Your smile had his heart feeling like it was going to explode and it scared him, leaving him anxious as you went to work, writing everything he said with such precision he would have asked if you were a demon had he not been involved with their downfall. What witchcraft did you possess to have him so captivated. How could Yuuta, The obnoxious letter writer who made a joke of each of his scars, not knowing the weight his words carried when Sanemi left the store. How could he have a sister as beautiful as you, as perfect for him? The sun had dropped a piece of itself and that was you, wrapped in silk and seated across from him, brows furrowed as you sealed the letter he was sending to his annoying brother, stuck in the hospital while he healed.

“Shall I have the response forwarded to you or would you like us to hold it?” You had finally looked back up, the windflower pin in your hair glimmering as the sun caught it, holding tight to the gift.

“Um, he usually sends it through a crow, his mom writes his letters while he heals. She’s there with her husband and Muichiro.” You nodded like you knew what he was talking about, the blank look and half-baked smile making him realize he needed to leave and never talk to you again, he has shamed himself by not keeping his mouth shut.

“The Estate receives a lot of letters, they have worked hard since the large battle a few months ago, I wish everyone a speedy and safe recovery.” You sat back, smiling so large he felt like shielding is eyes and screaming, it was too much.

“Thank you”

“Is there anything else I can write?” he shook his head, standing so quick the chair fell back, causing him to panic.

“I- this is” He was rushing to pick up the chair, fingers gripping the edge of the chair as he turned to you, bowing low in his green trousers, the grey of his shirt brushing the tabletop. “I thank you for your help” He turned on his heel and marched out, the heel of his shoes clicking with each step on the wooden floors. What a strange man Sanemi Shinazugawa was.

[violet27writes]

Echoes of Silence

Chapter One: The Smell of Ozone

Sky-Centric. (Part 1 of ?). Ao3 link.

Summary: After Sky gets injured in a battle that leaves him unable to hear, he has to learn to live in his new, silent world. It’s a good thing he’s got some brothers who are more than willing to help.

Part 2!

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As the oh-too familiar smell of ozone caught Sky’s attention, his step faltered, nearly letting the Gibdo creature grab him. He righted himself, then jab at the hand reaching for him. The monster shrieked as it recoiled back into two other Gibdos and nearly lost its own footing.

Sky shook his head, imploring himself to stay focused on the fight- His enemy was long dead and gone, he couldn’t let himself falter again. There were a dozen Gibdos all around him, a handful of Wild’s bokoblins (they were kinda cute?) and seven of his own hovered behind Time’s horrifying monsters, as if seeking protection. Sky had already slain most of the bokoblins, as well as a few lizalfos and a like-like. There were still just so many, even after he had seemingly cut down their numbers, and he could tell he was starting to slow.

The others were somewhere on the crest of the hill he’d been knocked down earlier in the battle. He sure hoped they weren’t struggling up there, although he could still hear their distant shouts and the cacophony of battle.

A flying rock hit his elbow, once again pulling him back out of his thoughts. The culprit, a bokoblin, danced back and forth mockingly with squeals of delight.

Both Sky and the Bokoblin froze as the scent of ozone sharped and a tingle ran straight through his spine. No. No. He looked up at his namesake to see only a handful of clouds, nowhere near anything that could be considered a storm. Where would the electricity be coming from?

Logic told him that it was just Wild’s world, strange and unpredictable, which should be nothing to worry about. It also told him that maybe it was Hyrule readying that spell of his. However, it never took this long to cast it, nor would he be feeling it as strongly as he was from the distance of the caster. It told him that whatever this was, it couldn’t be the Demon King.

His breath caught as static electricity crackled through the air.

Sky nearly had the sense to drop the Master Sword, just to not attract the lightning that was surely coming. That sense was changed as a lizalfos dropped its camouflage and lunged for him. Instinct rejoiced as he swiftly cut it down. Logic would later tell him that he should’ve let go.

A burning light stole his vision, and his body lit up as fire filled his veins. For a split second, everything hurt. His head was bound to burst. His heart skipped a beat. His body was… on the ground?

He forced his eyes back open, meeting blackened grass and violet plumes of smoke all around him. Glancing down at his body confirmed that he had definitely not been spared the attack. His body was shaking with lightning, convulsing as the extra energy his body had been hit with tried to run back out somehow. Angry red lines covered his skin. Nothing new there. His breathing was coming in quick, shaky gasps, however, his lungs weren’t rattling like they usually did. The clothes he could see were half burnt, smoking from the heat, and damaged beyond likely repair. Luckily(?), he couldn’t really feel the pain anymore.

After a few minutes, his convulsions slowed down, and then stopped, leaving his body to twitch instead. His breath had also slowed down, but not by much- As to be expected. Giving his body a few more moments to recover, Sky tried to lift his head off the ground. It was shaky at first, getting easier each time he lifted his head again. All the monsters were gone, leaving only blackened weapons behind. Fi lay a foot and a half from his head, a layer of dark dust on her usual shiny surface. He tried to reach for her, but his arm started to seize right after it left the ground. He cried out in pain. Or, at least, he thought he did.

He tried to make a noise, a moan even, but heard nothing. Had his voice been damaged by the lightning? He tried again to no avail. With another silent gasp, he slammed a fist into the ground with his non-dominant arm, even with a sharp stab of pain from his nerves, and paused. He hit the ground again. No sound. It was his ears. They’d likely been shot from the blast.

Sky knew he would be fine. He just had to wait for Hyrule and the others, right? He turned his head to look up at the crest of the hill and also realized that the battle had gone quiet. If there was even still a battle now, that is.

…Maybe he would just wait here for a little bit longer. He lay his head back down on the grass. He’d wait for the others… Resting his eyes couldn’t hurt… Right?

⋟❋⋞

Sky bolted awake as hands grabbed at his half-burnt skin. It was possible that he cried out, since the hands lessened for a moment, but they returned to grab him as they turned him onto his back. Everything ached again. All of his skin burned, especially where he had been touched, as if he was trying to traverse an active volcano without any protection. His very bones were weary, his head was full of cotton, and he still couldn’t hear anything.

The hands came back on him a moment later, lighter than before. He felt them undoing the belt around his torso that held his kikoi in place. Another landed on the leather strap of his scabbard, and a third pair of hands started untying his bracers. It was then that he forced himself to open his oh-so-heavy eyelids.

It took a moment for his vision to clear after he did, and he wasn’t surprised to see four of his teammates fusing over him. The forth was Hyrule, sitting next to his head, looking like he was trying to assess the situation. When they met each other’s gaze, Hyrule leaned forwards, his mouth moving once again with silent words. His face scrunched up when Sky didn’t react. So Hyrule switched tactics. Instead, he lifted a finger and moved his mouth again, slowly sliding it back and then forth a few inches from his eyes. Sky followed his finger to the Traveler’s seemingly minute relief.

The hands on him finally ceased, having unfastened and removed his outer garments and accessories. A turquoise-y light started to flood his vision, and with it, the fire on his skin began to lessen to a prickly feeling, more uncomfortable than painful. Any of his reserved energy dwindled as the light faded and Sky breathed a silent sigh of relief. Hyrule leaned over and was trying to talk to him again. Sky let his eyes slide close- only to open them back when hands grabbed both sides of his head.

The soft light came again, once again draining whatever energy he had left until he couldn’t make his eyes open again.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Wukong hadn't even expected to run into MK again, he had just been disguised as a bird to keep an eye on his sworn brother's seal when MK startled him. In all honesty, he'd panicked when DBK was released and began making comments about conquering the world and continuing where he'd left off. He COULDN'T let DBK do that, the Heavenly Court won't spare him or his family a second time, but with how far his condition has progressed he can't afford to fight DBK himself. Luckily for him, there was already a potential solution quivering in fear next to him, all the kid needed was a little... push.

Or: In the aus where Wukong is pregnant when he met MK, he'd honesy chosen MK as his successor in a desperate attempt to stop DBK from rampaging again and accidentally got found familied as a result by MK and his family when they find out his condition and why he chose MK as successor.

That could be very interesting, especially if MK was infact created by a source other than SWK.

Wukong in the "slow boiled stone egg au" didn't *want* to make MK his successor... but he wasn't exactly in a physical condition to stop the Demon Bull Family's rampage on his own.

So who's better to inherit his powers than the little monkey demon kid who he's been a guardian angel to for the last 18 years? He'll be fine (hopefully)

Pigsy def picks up Wukong and takes him to the noodle shop the *second* he sees what he thinks is a pregnant demon caught in the aftermath of the DBK vs MK battle. Get found family'd Wukong!

[alexanderlightweight]

Love your writing! I was wondering if you could do one where Alec gets a disability from an injury. He has such a dangerous job (often with his very reckless siblings) and I feel that this side of that is a little ignored in favor of near death experiences that don’t end up having any long term effect. I was just wondering if you could explore that, but I get it if this isn’t something you want to write about.

hey, yeah i'm happy to explore stuff like this, there's a need for it, not just cause of awareness but being able to resonate with a character. especially invisible disabilities because so many people treat them like they're fake or you're lying or you're crazy.

my bf has chronic pain from 2 genetic chronic illness that cause pain so I had them sensitivity read this for me. i have some chronic pain from an injury but it's a lot less debilitating that what i wrote so i wanted back up.

so i hope you enjoy this <3 also it was really sweet of you to check my boundaries, but this is a topic i'm willing to explore now and in the future, because it's important and as normal as domestic dates.

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It’s days before his parabatai ceremony and Alec is on patrol, overseeing Jace and Izzy as they roam the streets of New York.

There is a team of older shadowhunters with them, to make sure Jace’s battle instincts and skills will match with Alec’s before the binding.

Regulations for parabatai bonds have been increasing ever since Valentine fed his to werewolves. It’s a sacred bond and those undeserving or unfitting for each other are not allowed to.

Jace thinks they’re a perfect fit but Alec thinks that just his stubbornness. Because Alec doesn’t feel like a perfect fit, he just feels like Jace needs him there, to watch his back. Because Jace refuses to watch it for himself, always relying on Alec like Alec will always be there every single time he does something reckless.

So Alec stays back, just out of Jace’s shadow as he keeps one eye on their backs and one eye on their surroundings, like he always does.

There’s a break in the shadows above and Alec’s eyes, trained to be twice as sharp as any other shadowhunter, catches it.

“Jace! Fall to the left! Izzy back now!” He orders, expecting them to listen, especially with commanders here.

He was mistaken though and he watches in horror as Jace laughs instead and yells, “come on Izzy, we can take them!” And leads his baby sister in the opening mouth of a nest.

Alec is shooting arrows before he can think of his next action and he uses his agility rune and speed to run up one wall and throw himself bodily across Izzy. He uses what’s left of his strength and momentum to kick Jace in the chest, throwing him back towards where the other shadowhunters can protect him.

Alec gets one arm around Izzy’s waist and ignores the burning, lightning pain that is shooting through him from the venom he took for his little sister.

Izzy is unconscious, the weight of the tail got her before Alec could protect her, and a limp weight on his back.

He put himself between her and the venom however and he barely has the ability to be thankful for that.

Instead he picks up Izzy’s whip and cracks it.

He started training first, to be able to teach Izzy. He practiced with her daily, for hours.

He wields it now like he never let it drop. He keeps the demons at bay as he backs up. He keeps his back to the wall Izzy was thrown into and when he gets an opening he yells, “Commander!” 

The older shadowhunters are fighting to get to him and Izzy and one reacts just in time for Alec to throw Izzy.  She’s caught easily and then Alec has a sword in one hand and a whip in the other and he’s struggling, but he’s making it through the hoard until he feels the presence of another nephilim.

He doesn’t let himself relax until a hand grabs him by his quiver and hauls him back and back until he’s on his back and gasping and shaking from the pain he can suddenly feel again.

“Hey, hey easy there. Good job Alec, you got them safe.” Someone murmurs above him and Alec is shocked by the praise. He’s hurt, Jace is probably upset and Izzy is unconscious, he failed.

There’s an angry noise and then he drifts until a loud shouting shakes him free from his does.

“Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to put three siblings on the same damn team!” He hears it but he doesn’t understand. He’s on their team to protect them, that’s always his first job, before getting himself out or the mission complete, mother said so. He thinks he may have said it aloud, by the horrified looks he’s being given.

Or maybe that’s because he’s having trouble seeing their faces anymore.

“Alright, hang on kid. I’m going to activate your iratze and draw another. Talk to me, I thought you were mainly an archer kid, besides your mandatory sword and staff work.”

“I am.” Alec garbles out around the ichor bubbling from his lips, wondering if he’s making any sense, “Izzy want’d to learn th’ whip.”

He doesn’t know what happens after that. 

—

“This should never have happened.” Hirune tells her companion and Jonathon looks old and tired.  There is white in his hair, a marvel for someone who is still an active shadowhunter, albeit one who goes where he wants, not where he’s told.

“It shouldn’t have. Whoever sent the reports praising the younger two are either blind or they doctored them heavily. It’s an insult to our ranks and training for them to act like that.” 

“The oldest, he’s got talent. What he needs is support. And I honestly doubted I’d think Robert and Maryse’s son worthy of support, but I find I was mistaken.”

“He’ll need guidance, and I’m too old for it.” Jonathan says with a sigh and Hirune gives a sad smile.  She knows that he really means he’s too tired for it. Too exhausted to take the risk and raise up a leader who will disappoint him or worse, die before him.

“Mirai wants to help run an Institute. She doesn’t want to be the leader and deal with politics, but she’s interested in being a second or a security leader. I’ll talk to her before we discuss this with the others. It’s decided then, we will support him?”

Jonathan takes a breath and then nods, “we support him. He’ll have a hard time of it, whoever mentors him will too, but I think it’ll be worth it. He’s got amazing potential, Hirune. I doubt this will stop him.”

—

“Alec, you can speak up if you want Jace and Izzy to stay.” Robert says, frowning like he wants to say more but can’t and won’t with Jonathon watching him. 

“No,” Alec says firmly. “I want them gone. They can train in Idris, or wherever you two end up if you don’t stay in Idris. Both of them.  This is going to be my Institute, whether the clave likes it or not. If they stay here, I’ll always have their guilt and shame lingering over me. Along with Jaces’s anger where he gets upset and he insists it’s my own fault and he would have been fine.”

His mother, Maryse flinches a bit, because she’d also screamed at Alec. Blamed him for his new disability and his poisoning and his siblings being in any danger  at all, until Jonathan, who — out of sheer respect — outranks every active shadowhunter even Heads and Commanders, had thrown her into a wall.

She’d been verbally dressed down in a way that Alec has never seen and then it had been decided that one of the team would be staying as a mentor, while his entire family returned to Idris. Something about the two elder Lightwood’s displaying a lack of leadership and training abilities.

But despite his new — as his mother called it, weakness — not him. They felt Alec was too skilled, too talented and too much potential for it to be wasted. He’d managed to save his siblings and himself in a situation where they all should have died. That he paid the price is one these hunters can understand and respect.

So Alec watches as his parents leave the Institute, and Jace, and Izzy.

He doesn’t say goodbye. Still too numb to the reality where his siblings pride is greater than their love for him, that their guilt is stronger than Alec’s own pain.

Jace was heartbroken at Alec’s state, at first. Until he learned there was no way they would be allowed to be parabatai. And now he blames that on Alec, that Alec is the one who threw away that chance.

And Izzy, she hates seeing him in pain and hates that she purposefully acted against orders and that has turned into a guilt where she builds sharp armor around herself, just like their mother. Lashing out because she’s ashamed but too prideful to admit it. And Alec knows she’ll break, she always eventually breaks and apologizes but Alec can’t wait for that this time.

He doesn’t have that kind of time anymore. That kind of patience.

Hirune Lakecastle has given him an immense honor, deciding to stay as his mentor and even bringing her daughter Mirai in to be trained as Alec’s second.

And Mirai, who portals over right after everyone else leaves, she’s bright and brilliant and just as stubborn as Jace and Izzy but in a way that protects and boosts Alec, rather than destabilizes him.  She and he work together, hours upon hours going over structure and protocols and contingencies. 

She sits on his bed while he’s sweating and using heat runes to try and help his screaming body. She’ll listen to him recite passages from memory and correct them while he’s bathing in potions and tinctures, uncaring that Alec is naked and vulnerable. 

She never hints at anything, never flirts, never pushes him on why he doesn’t go out and get laid and eventually they become true comrades, with trust and loyalty between them

And Alec struggles, because what else can he do?

He’s lucky in that the pain is the worst in the daytime, the demon venom reacting to the daylight and his muscles spasm as his nerves flare like lightning. 

He takes one day at a time, like the only way he can. He learns to go to the greenhouse when the anger the pain makes him feel becomes too much. To listen to his body when it screams — because if he doesn’t he’ll spend half the next day writhing in bed as his body betrays him — and takes breaks.

Alec studies mundane and downworlder and shadowworld medicine and Mirai helps. She’s the first to tell Alec to keep his anger where it belongs and he will forever be grateful for that.

Oh he’s still what Miari says is grumpy and cold, but he likes it that way and she says that’s him, he shouldn’t change that.

His hunters respect him because they know that every day Alec fights to be able to battle at night. Alec can’t use his runes constantly, his body would give out, so he only uses them for missions.  Which means sometimes in a meeting they have to pause while he grits and grimaces and sometimes in battle simulations Alec carries on.

He moves with and past the pain, to the point where there is nothing but his goal, bring his people home.

And Alec learns to live with that.

On the days he should be celebrating his victories, he’ll be recovering from what it took to pull it off.

When he should be resting and enjoying himself, he’ll be sweating out whatever poison his body is desperately trying to expel.

His only adamas lining is that the venom won’t affect him at nights, that’s when it’s calmest. When Alec can feel the poison in his system relax and turn from a boiling inferno into a sizzle.  

Eventually, the attacks won’t be so severe but even when the poison leaves his system completely, his body will forever bear the marks.

Invisible scars that cover the whole of his body, pain that will never truly leave him. Even now, sometimes he wants to stutter in a step, a phantom of pain that isn’t there trying to weaken him.

There is no cure for what he has. For what the demon’s venom did to his body, but he does what he can and it’s bearable. He manages the pain with medicines he and Mirai cultivate in the greenhouse and create themselves.  Helen Blackthorn joins them, interested in the experiments they’re doing. She’s half seelie and while her talent with growing plants is as average as the next shadowhunter, she’s brilliant with breaking down their genetics and in the science department of it all.

So Alec gets older and his invisible scars get broader but he steadies himself and presses him to the limit as much as he can without forcing himself to go back several steps in progress.

It’s a nightmare of effort and sometimes, when Alec doesn’t want to scream and thrash when he just wants to give up. When he doesn’t bother fighting the pain and floats in it, he’ll force himself up and fletch his arrows. A simple task that doesn’t require his whole body.

He still aches, but his hands don’t tremble even when his fingers are littered with dozens of little cuts and Alec knows that it’s not the same. There is no way the smaller cuts on his hands can compare to the other pain, but it’s a choice.

And sometimes, Alec needs that choice. 

[kazimakuwabara]

Knit

Summary: A demon out for Hiei's life finds himself at the mercy of one... old, knitting, man.

***

When Tallo burst into the front of the human shrine, he had been expecting many sights, but not the one he was greeted with.

He had expected to find Hiei, who he had tracked here, and engage with him in battle. If he could kill him, he would present his head to that damned Mukuro. Perhaps the shock of her general's head would make her easier to kill. If not Hiei, Tallo has expected at least some meandering humans. Didn't humans visit temples like these? If there were humans, he was going to eat his fill, and face Hiei with a full stomach, and fully charged reserves.

Instead, the sight that waited for him, was an elder human in a soft powder blue sweater, with fly-away white hair, and large glasses.

The human was knitting, or maybe it was crocheting. Tallo wasn't one to be able to tell which thing he was doing... but the human was sitting on the porch of his temple, his eyes cast down as he worked on weaving some purple and gray yarns together. A long stretch of silence passed between the two, Tallo waiting for some sort of reaction, and the human just... quietly sitting there. Not caring for Tallo's presence.

Tallo opened his mouth to speak, but the human heaved a dramatic sigh, "Damn! This is so fussy!"

"Human-"

"Don't shout!" the old man interrupted again, "I know you're there. But I was trying to get this done before I had to deal with you." The elder set down his knitted things, and flexed old boney fingers that were surprisingly steady.

"The scarf is becoming triangular... I'll have to ask Kurama where I messed up... he'll know. He's better at knitting than me," the human announced, lifting up his other hand and flexing his fingers.

Tallo took a step forward, his hackles raised, and his teeth bared as he prepared to roar at the foolish old pest who didn't seem bothered by him. But after that step, a ripple of intense energy poured out from the human. Like a slow heat, a wave of human Reiki washed over him, and Tallo winced at the might of it.

"You know I started crocheting first, but I thought I'd try knitting. I don't get why I'm struggling more with it. I began to practice to help keep my hands limber and steady... it's good if you're a doctor you know," the human rambled.

The bespectacled man looked at Tallo, his eyes slightly obscured behind his glasses, "Not that I'm sure you care for that. But I'm sure you'd like to know, you've stepped into my territory... and you can't leave until I let you. This is my space... and there are rules within it."

A chill was running up and down Tallo's spine as the human's aura continued to spike. He needed to get out of here... or at least he needed to step back, and give himself room to charge. Tallo took a step backward, and the human smiled, his sagging flesh stretching with his grin.

"Ah... gotcha."

The human's hands, still flexing in front of him glowed, and too late Tallo realized around every finger was a thread of energy. The thread stretched out, all the way to Tallo, to just beneath his feet. And beneath his feet was a loosely knit weave of Reiki. The human closed his hands into fists, and tugged.

The net at his feet closed around Tallo, and he screamed as he was hauled off his feet. At first, he struggled, but the thread cut too easily through him as he moved. He lost a few fingers, and half a foot before he had enough sense to stop. With effort, he remained still, caught and helpless within a glowing orange net of Reiki that was biting into him like the sharpest of blades.

Breathing hard, the old man approached Tallo, staring at him with a scolding look. Like he was a child.

"What is this?!" Tallo demanded, recoiling at the own terror in his voice.

"Well, this is a trap," the elder explained, shrugging a little. "A friend of mine warned me he planned to lead you through here so I could finish you off. You're a small fry he doesn't have time for."

Tallo felt a consuming rage burn like acid in his stomach, "I, am a small fry?! I, the breaker of human spirits? The terror to even demons! I am Tallo, the one who will be the next king of Makai, and with my kingship, I'll end pathetic little lives like yours!"

The old man grinned, suddenly looking boyish as he stifled a chuckle, "You? The next king? Please. You're not even in my league. Well... anyway. Goodbye. I promise it's quick. I don't like to make others suffer."

"Wait!" Tallo shrieked as the old man raised his fists, "Who the hell even are you!?"

"Kazuma Kuwabara," the elder answered patiently, "Someone before your time. Goodbye."

He pulled his hands over his shoulders, and as Kuwabara promised, it was quick. Tallo was gone before he was aware of pain.

As a mess slopped on the ground, Kuwabara released his threads of energy. It was a nice little trick... his own special ability he'd figured out some thirty years ago. He shuddered and tutted at the pile of Tallo on the ground, "Diced meat. Gross."

Tucking his hands behind his back, Kuwabara stared at the bloody mess for a few seconds longer and shook his head. Perhaps if could make the net, while also slicing up another dimension with his Jigen To, he wouldn't have to worry about cleanup. Maybe he could test that at another time. Turning over his shoulder he called out, "Hiei... will you clean this up? I'm too old to do this!"

Hiei appeared, flitting in front of Kuwabara like a shadow. Hiei smirked a little, "Your spiritual awareness is as good as ever I see... you knew I was here."

"Of course! Only my hearing is going, thank you very much!" Kuwabara sniffed, nose stuck in the air.

Hiei pointed at Kuwabara's glasses without a word.

"...Okay so my eyes are bad too. Be a friend, and help with this mess!" Kuwabara pleaded, his voice pitched in a way that made Hiei remember a young teen in a blue school uniform.

"You took care of the nuisance for me, so fine. Though you should just get a dog. Or a demonic beast. They could clean up the scraps," Hiei advised.

Kuwabara turned back towards the shrine calling over his shoulder, "If it's not a cat, I don't want it!"

"What are you knitting anyway?" Hiei asked, fire curling around his arm as he prepared to obliterate what was left of Tallo into ashes.

Kuwabara picked up his knitting, and held up a long stretch of woven together black and purple yarn. Kuwabara smiled, "A scarf. For you... But I think I missed a row."

Hiei wrinkled his nose and muttered, "If you think I'll wear that..."

"Oh, you will, spiteful little thing! You will!" Kuwabara grumbled, and then sat back down on the porch to resume his knitting.

End