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So Much Like Stars - Part ONE

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

Part ONE (read part two here!)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You’ve known nothing but snow and cold wind your whole life. When a mysterious hunter arrives at your village, you find yourself drawn to him.

Warnings: Explicit sex, p-in-v sex, vaginal fingering, breathplay, power dynamics/power play, royalty kink (?), dom/sub dynamics, naked female clothed male, come marking, unprotected sex, mentions of death (no character death)

Word count: 8.2k+

A/N: This fic is entirely self-indulgent. No one asked for it, but here it is. Boba Fett fucks and we all know it. Or maybe you disagree, in which case you’re wrong. Anyway, enjoy! As usual, there’s no use of Y/N here and please heed the warnings before reading.

Across the windswept, snowy plain, you watch as the ship approaches its landing. It slows, rotates, and then lands face-up on the flat expanse. It’s maybe a kilometer and a half away from the outlook you’re perched on; your binocs are old, no longer reading distance, so the best you can do is guess. The wind blows the snow towards the east, blurring the landscape into obscurity for anyone without a trained eye.

Your cloak, woven from the heavy fur of the Kintur that roam your planet, keeps the driving wind from seeping into your bones. Every inch of your skin is covered, from your leather boots and thick leggings to your goggles and well-worn face mask. You carry a pack, as you always do, to which are strapped your net-shoes that allow you to traverse over massive snowdrifts. At your hip is an old Republic-issue blaster and at your side is your staff, which often acts more as a tool to clear paths and knock snow from tree boughs than anything else.

This planet is nearly uninhabited save for the village you were born in. Seeing a ship is rare, and it’s even rarer to see one that’s unaffiliated with a galactic government. You take note of its location and strain to see if you can spot the pilot as he emerges, but you have no such luck.

You sigh, the wind whistling in your ears, the drifts of snow shifting and growing around you. Father will want you back soon. The newcomer is undoubtedly going to head towards the village, and you’ll need to be there when he arrives. You stow your binocs away in your pack and unstrap your net-shoes, attaching them quickly to your boots.

The trek back is one you’ve managed countless times before - that doesn’t make it any less dangerous, but the sheer cliff faces and howling, punishing winds are not strangers to you.

Your village is small by the standards of other planets in the galaxy, from what you’ve heard (the Elders’ stories of Coruscant never fail to amaze you), but in your eyes it’s vibrant and bustling despite the harsh climate. There’s almost always a tavern with its lights on and music flowing out, a friendly face and warm hearth never far.

It’s located in a secluded valley between towering mountains, out of sight of the vast plains from which the mountains seem to erupt without warning. There are no foothills; only flat land interrupted by harsh terrain. It’s very easy to find death in the mountains, but they have sustained your people for generations. Hunting is your main source of food, whether it be the Kintur that also provide their hide or the massive snow-bison whose fat and bones keep your diets regulated. In the warm season water flows endlessly - the streams that run from the mountain peaks are known to have healing properties, and often they seem to glow with a supernatural shimmer. There is a small mine some distance from the village where many men work, and though the job is a dangerous one, the mountains never run out of the ores you need.

Your people’s existence is not especially complex, but they are tougher than most. The landscape requires it.

You arrive back at the stone walls surrounding your village and greet the gatekeeper, a man who recently inherited the job from his father.

“Hello, Isrwill.” You plant your staff next to you and lean on it, taking your weight off of your feet. “Have you heard anything of the visitor?”

The man nods. He’s about a decade older than you, but underneath the goggles and mask his face is youthful, eyes kind and always merry. “Savakya returned not long ago. She says he will make it here within the hour.”

“Did she say anything of his appearance?”

“Only that he wears armor, and a helmet. She could not make out any features, other than that he’s shaped like a man.” Isrwill leans back against the wall.

“Ah,” you reply. “Well-dressed for the weather, then.”

He shrugs. “Yes, but also well-dressed for battle.”

You can hear the concern in his voice. The question is one you’re sure your whole community is asking: what has brought this foreigner here?

“Thank you,” you tell him, and he nods while pushing the gate open.

Once inside the walls, you remove your net-shoes as well as your goggles and immediately head toward the building where you know they’ll bring the stranger. Your father will already be there, conversing with the Elders and with the Committee to prepare for whatever news or needs this foreigner might have. There are protocols in place for such an event, but they haven’t been used in your lifetime. As you walk to the meeting-house, you try and recall the words you studied so long ago, when your father taught you your people’s laws and customs.

The meeting-house is constructed of solid, ancient wood, imported from a forest planet and stark against the gray stone that most of the village’s homes are built from. Inside there is a massive hearth cut from a single stone, the fire inside it already raging. In the center of the main room there is a curved table; on one side sit the Elders, on the other, the Committee. At the head sits your father, next to your empty seat.

“You made it safely, my child,” he greets you when you arrive, a swirl of snowflakes following you in. Smiling, you pull down your face mask.

“I always do, father.”

He smiles from his place at the table, giving you a look. “That does not mean I do not worry.”

Rolling your eyes affectionately, you lean over to kiss him on the cheek. The other people at the table chat amongst themselves, though you can feel the undercurrent of unease at the visitor’s imminent arrival.

You walk around to take your place, setting your pack, staff, and outer layers near the hearth to dry. You are left in a long-sleeved, high-neck shirt and tunic over your leggings, your hair done up in its usual braids. Usually you would go home and change into something more suitable for Committee business, but there was no time.

You turn to your father, who sits next to you with all the grace and poise befitting a benevolent leader.

“Isrwill told me the stranger is arriving soon. Do we know any more?”

He nods, though he doesn’t look entirely pleased. “Yes. From what Savakya described, it seems he’s a Mandalorian.”

The name isn’t familiar to you. “Is that a race?”

“No.” Your father leans back in his chair. His arched brows bely a concern that is rare to see on him. He strokes his white beard, staring off into space. “The Mandalorians are more of a culture, a people. I’ve only ever heard stories of them. They say they are fierce warriors, and that many of them are bounty hunters by trade.”

That’s odd. You frown, confused. “Bounty hunters? Why wo-”

You are interrupted by three sharp knocks on the doors. Beside you, your father calls out “enter! ”, and the doors swing open.

Two village men, two of the strongest of your people, flank a man clad in armor. His helmet has a T-shaped visor with a short antenna, and on his back is a rifle. You take note of the blasters strapped to his hips as well as something that could be a weapon at his knee.

Isrwill was right. Well-dressed for battle.

You sit up straight and keep your eyes trained on the Mandalorian. Though you are a member of the Committee, you are also well-versed in how to use a blaster, perhaps the best trained of any at the table. You are also a protector of your fellow Committee members, the Elders, and most importantly, your father.

“What business brings you to our planet, Mandalorian?” Your father’s voice is stern, strong in a way you hope to emulate when you inevitably assume his role.

“I am in search of a bounty, your excellency.”

The hunter’s voice is deep and slightly muffled through the helmet’s vocoder. He sounds weathered and rough, though you imagine that’s life as a man who fights and kills for a living.

“Sir will suit me just fine,” your father tells him, a hint of a smirk in his voice. “As for your bounty, it is highly improbable that any individual has survived outside of our village longer than a day. There is no stranger here but you.”

The Mandalorian sighs, looking down at the floor and then back up again. “I’m afraid I disagree, sir. The tracker isn’t wrong. He must be hiding somewhere in the mountains.”

Your father shakes his head. “Those mountains are impossible to pass without a guide. If he was there, surely he is dead by now.”

Though you can’t see his face, the hunter’s helmet is surprisingly expressive. He looks at your father for a long moment, and then glances around at the other people at the table. His gaze finally lands on you.

You set your jaw and stare back, unintimidated. A man with guns does not scare you, no matter how he tries.

“Alright,” he says, but you suspect he is not satisfied with this information. “Might I at least inquire about some lodging for the night?”

Later that evening, you find yourself in your favorite tavern, sitting in your usual booth, watching the townsfolk mingle and chat. Your drink of choice is a fermented ale that is produced in the warm season and aged for consumption outside of those short couple of months.

No one pays you any mind unless they’re a close friend or they have news. They know to leave you alone, to let you sit with yourself as you prefer to do.

You’re watching a young couple you grew up with dance to the music when the tavern’s door swings open. You glance over at it but do a double take when you realize who stands in the doorway.

The hunter.

Around you, conversation quiets as everyone takes in the stranger. His helmet scans the room, like he’s looking for someone in particular. Internally you scoff. The bounty would never show his face here, he’d stand out too much amongst your people.

The hunter’s visor stops moving, aimed directly at you.

Kriff, you think, taking a swig of your drink. He wants information, and he’s not going to give up quite as easily as he did with your father.

The Mandalorian walks into the room, headed directly towards your booth. People watch, heads turning to track the stranger’s movements across the floor. His steps are heavy, intentional, large frame imposing as he approaches you.

Certainly a man built for survival. For conflict. If he were a different person, you might find it attractive.

He stops when he reaches your booth, looking down at you just as you stare up at him, brow raised.

“This seat taken?”

You shake your head and gesture to it. “Not at all.”

From the corner of your eye you can tell the rest of the tavern’s patrons are watching, waiting. As the hunter sits, you wave your hand discretely, telling them to return to their conversations, to each other.

The noise picks up again.

“You’ve got some influence here, princess.”

The name both rankles and sends a shiver of something unwanted down your spine. Now that he’s closer, knees almost brushing your own, you really get a sense of how intense this man’s presence is.

A warrior, to be sure. None would debate that.

You narrow your eyes at him. “We are not the subjects of a king, hunter.”

He scoffs, leaning back and resting his arm on the back of the booth. “Forgive me. What are you to them?”

“I do not see how it concerns you.” The words are harsh but your face remains neutral. Your father taught you how to deal with men like this - how to steel yourself against posturing, against prodding, against teasing.

The Mandalorian chuckles. “I just like to know who I’m talkin’ to. No need for the theatrics.”

You don’t respond. He’s the one who approached you - you have no desire to get in his good graces.

He sighs, glancing over to the wall at your left, his right. “I’d never heard of this planet before the tracker brought me here, much less your people,” he tells you. It’s not a surprise.

“That’s how we like to keep it. We stand no chance against something like the Republic or the Empire. Our only means of survival is staying under the radar.”

His visor is trained directly on you, staring, studying your face. You stare back, wishing you could somehow get a sense of what he looks like underneath the mask.

“How long have your people lived here?”

You know it’s not because he’s genuinely curious. Your mind is buzzing with all the different reasons he’d have for asking - he wants to know how familiar you are with the landscape. He wants to know how well-established your system of governance is here. He wants to know if you know how your people arrived.

He wants to know how vulnerable you are.

“Generations. Since before the Elders’ grandparents were born. Memory of our arrival here has been lost to time.”

He tilts his head. “Is yours the only settlement on the planet?”

You nod. As far as you know, anyway. Attempts have been made to reach out, to try and see if any other peoples live in the outer reaches of the landscape, but none have returned successful.

The Mandalorian hums. He glances over into the tavern, at the other patrons and the bartender. You watch as the bartender, a woman a few years younger than your father, uses a rag to clean out a cup, but you can tell she’s watching your table from the corner of her eye. When she notices the hunter’s helmet turn towards her, her eyes flit up to you, then over to him.

The hunter waves, as if to signal that he wants something. The bartender glances back at you and you nod. She sets down the cup and begins walking over.

You look over at him. He’s already staring back, chin tilted down like you’re a riddle he’s trying to solve.

“What can I do for you, sir?” The bartender’s voice does not waver, but it’s tense nonetheless.

He gestures to your drink. “I’ll have what she’s having.”

The bartender nods and leaves. You take a sip of your ale, finding comfort and clarity in the warmth it brings you.

Across from you, the bounty hunter shifts in his seat, removing his gloves to reveal a pair of calloused hands. You glance down at them and follow their movement as they reach up, thumbs curling under the bottom of his helmet, and lift.

The hunter’s weathered face greets you. He’s a man, like any other, like you expected him to be. His brows are arched and dark, but the rest of the hair on his head has been burnt away by something that left scars across the crown of his head and his face. His eyes are cold, haunted, calculating as they look at you.

He sets the helmet on the table with a thud .

“You’ve seen death,” you observe, holding his gaze with your own. “Been close to it.” His brown eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest.

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand, princess.”

Ah, you think. He underestimates me. He thinks you’re the coddled daughter of a village leader, fed by the kindness of your people and adored for your status. You raise an eyebrow and take another swig of your drink, smirking into the amber liquid.

You set the cup down on the table. “There is more in those mountains than snow and wind, hunter.”

He doesn’t move, save for a slow blink. “Tell me, then.”

You sense movement from the corner of your eye - the bartender has returned with his drink. He nods to her in thanks and she gives a tight smile, glancing at you before hastily returning to her station.

The hunter takes the cup and brings it to his lips. You watch as he takes a sip, swallows, and his eyes widen. A small cough forces its way up and out of his throat.

You smile at him, a hint of a grin that curls the corners of your mouth.

“A bit strong for you?”

He glares over the rim of the cup and pointedly takes another swig. He sets the cup down, large hand dwarfing it.

“What is in those mountains?” His voice has gotten lower, rougher, like you’ll be intimidated by a show of verbal force.

“Nothing you’ll concern yourself with,” you reply, refusing to back down. “Unless you want to encounter your own mortality again.”

“I am perfectly fine with a bit of a scare.”

You bark out a laugh. “You wouldn’t survive an hour out there without a guide. And no one here will take the job, not when the options are either a fruitless search for a dead body or a shootout between two criminals.”

He leans forward, face pressing close to yours, warm breath blowing across your cheeks. His nose is inches from your own.

His voice drops to a low murmur. “I didn’t come here for a bounty, little one.”

Your brow furrows and you draw back, pressing your shoulders against the cushioned stone behind you.

“Word has got out of a large deposit of kyber somewhere in this system. The Empire has not yet caught wind, but soon they will.”

You don’t recognize the name of the material he’s referring to, but you do recognize the Empire and know exactly what something like that might mean for a small, defenseless village such as your own.

It’s much different than a simple bounty hiding in the mountains.

“Why didn’t you tell the Committee this?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know if this is where the deposit is. I didn’t want to cause unnecessary concern, especially considering the… size and scale of your village”

You purse your lips and lean your head back, staring up as you consider this development. This man has come in search of something you aren’t sure exists, and if it does, it means certain death for you and your people.

You look back down at the man across from you. “Then why did you decide to tell me? You’d have been better off going to my father with this information.”

He huffs out a chuckle, then grabs his drink and takes a swig. He sets the cup back down and rests his arm on the table beside it. “Because I need a guide, little one. Someone with knowledge of the terrain, who I won’t have to watch out for. I’m willing to pay handsomely.”

The dots begin to connect in your brain. You raise a brow at him. “I have no need for your credits. They’re next to useless here. Besides, how can we know this - this kyber is there at all?”

“Is there anything unnatural about the mountains? Anything that would point to something powerful within them?”

You frown, thinking on it for a moment. All of the ores found in the mine are naturally occurring, the creatures that live on the peaks are all native, and the --

It hits you. Your eyes widen ever so slightly, and your heart rate increases. A falling feeling in your stomach takes the sensation from your legs for a moment, ice cold and burning all at once.

“The water.”

The Mandalorian tilts his head. You glance around to make sure no one’s heard you. Everyone in the tavern seems oblivious to the two of you, despite their stares earlier.

“We have to leave,” you tell him, fishing a couple of coins out of your pocket and depositing them on the table. “We can’t discuss this here. Come with me.”

Hastily you stand, taking your cloak from its hook on the side of the booth and pulling it on. The hunter follows suit, sliding his helmet back on and looking around the room.

You start towards the door, heavy footsteps following behind you.

You bring him to your home, the only place where you know you won’t be interrupted. You live in a small building tucked in a quiet corner of the village, between a storage silo and the village’s north wall.

Inside, the hearth has been going all day, fueled by coal and snow-bison waste chips. There are four rooms; three downstairs and a bedroom upstairs. You bring the Mandalorian to your study, where the fire roars and there’s a few soft chairs and a couch to sit on. He takes a seat on the latter and removes his helmet, watching as you search your bookshelves for something.

“Care to tell me what you meant by ‘the water’?” He slouches, thick thighs spread over the couch cushion.

Your eyes follow the movement of his legs for a split second. It’s supremely distracting, how inviting he looks right now. You glance up at his face and see a small smirk on his lips. A blush colors your cheeks, caught in the act of looking. To hide it, you turn back to the bookshelf, scanning the spines of your books.

“In the warm season there are streams that flow from the mountaintops to the valley. It pools in an area not far from here and forms a small lake, not much more than a pond, that freezes over once the cold sets in again. For centuries we’ve brought our sick and dying there to be healed.”

The hunter hums. “And it works?”

You nod, turning to look over your shoulder at him. “I was brought there as a child. I would have died of the fever had it not been for the water. Our Elders drink if regularly after they reach a certain age, once they haven’t been killed by the elements.”

“Are you saying your people live longer because of it?”

You pause. That has never crossed your mind, since using the water’s magic has always been normal to you, a yearly practice like any other. “I don’t know. How long does man usually tend to live?”

“It depends,” he says. “I’d say a hundred years at most.”

That has you taken aback. You look over at the bookshelf again - this is life-changing, world-shattering information. Dread begins to settle in your chest, like everything you thought was real is a lie.

The hunter leans forward, hands on his knees, concern etched on his scarred face. “How long do your people live, little one? How many years?”

You inhale and look over at him. “Hundreds. A thousand, if we’re lucky.”

“Kriff,” he swears, leaning back with a hand over his mouth and nose.

Turning back to the bookshelf, you resume your search to calm your racing mind. You find the book you were looking for, a collection of stories gathered by your family over generations.

“Here,” you say, sliding the book out of its place and taking it over to the hunter. He scoots over, but only slightly, so when you sit next to him you’re tucked snugly between him and the arm of the couch. His thigh is warm against your own and you get chills down your neck when he shifts to put his arm behind you, around your shoulders.

You clear your throat and open the book, letting it rest on your legs.

“There are a few accounts that speak of the water,” you tell him, flipping through the pages until you find the one you’re looking for. It’s half a page of writing, the other taken up by a crude map of the mountains.

“The waters are life-giving,” you read, tracing along the words with your index finger. “They shimmer and glow in the sun when it shines upon us. The source is deep within the mountain, covered by ice and snow in the cold season. No one has seen the source of the waters and survived. Many have tried. It lies in the heart of ongrol territory.”

“Ongrol?” The hunter’s voice is deep, low in your ear. You look up at him, absentmindedly biting your lip between your teeth.

“Yes,” you reply. “A vicious species of massive snow lion. It’s rare to see one and live to tell the tale. I’ve only ever seen their prints.”

He hums, eyes flitting across your face as he studies you up close. “How large are they?”

You shake your head. “We can only guess, but certainly bigger than this building.”

The Mandalorian nods, his eye contact with you intense and unwavering. You meet it head-on, the warmth you feel in your bones spreading into your thighs and your ribs and your --

You blink and turn back to the book. The map is shaded to indicate the creatures’ territory, with a dot to indicate the general location of where the source is thought to be.

You point to an area just outside the shaded region. “This is as far as I’ve been. I can get us to the source - it’s the ongrol that are the problem.” You look back up at the hunter. “You’re sure the kyber is what’s causing this?”

He nods. “It’s one of the most powerful materials in the known universe. Little else could heal your people the way it does.”

“How do we hide the signature from others, to keep them from finding it?” The unspoken question there hangs in the air as you speak; how do we protect ourselves from attack?

He furrows his brow, shaking his head ever so slightly. “I’m still trying to work that part out, little one.”

That does not do much ease your anxieties, but you have to accept it for now.

You close the book with a sigh and stand to return it to its place on the shelf. When you turn back, the hunter has placed his other arm on the back of the couch, spread out like a king on a throne.

He looks comfortable - at home, here in yours. It’s unlike you to bring a stranger into your dwelling and not feel uneasy about it. Yet here he is, and it’s like he belongs right there on your couch, armor and all. You cross your arms, observing him.

“Do you know the name Boba Fett, princess?”

You shake your head. “No, I do not.”

He smiles, like your answer pleases him. “It's mine.”

Boba. The name is unusual, but it suits the man before you.

“I’d tell you mine in return, but I’ve grown fond of the names you’ve chosen for me, Boba Fett.”

A deep sound pushes its way out of Boba’s chest through his throat - half a chuckle, half a growl. He gives you a once-over with his dark brown eyes, like he can see right through your thick base layer and loose tunic. You watch as he does so, trying to calm your nervous breathing. His gaze is so penetrating, so intense, that after a moment you have to turn away from him, towards the fireplace.

The orange-blue flames dance in front of you, warming your face even further. A mirror hangs above it, but your eyes are focused on the hearth.

You hear Boba shift behind you, metal on fabric. “Tell me, little one,” he says. You can sense him moving closer. “Do you have any suitors, here in the village?”

The question makes your heart race even faster. “No.” You refuse to look at him, knowing that what you see there will render words impossible. “I’ve not had any interest in them.”

“But have men tried? Asked to court you?” He’s right behind you now, the warmth of him nearly matching that of the flames in front of you. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end. You can see his shadow from the corner of your eye.

“Yes,” you nod. “They have tried.”

Boba hums. His hands come up to gently, but firmly, rest on your shoulders. He slowly smooths his gloved palms down your arms, taking them from being crossed over one another to resting loose at your sides.

You risk a glance up at the mirror in front of you. He’s already looking at you, eyes locked on yours. You meet his gaze and dip your chin ever so slightly, so you’re staring at him from beneath your lashes.

A ghost of a smirk dances across Boba’s lips. He breaks the eye contact and you watch as he looks down at the nape of your neck, one of few exposed pieces of your skin. His right hand brushes your hair from over your shoulder onto your back, gathering the long tresses together. The women in your village grow their hair out as long as they can, not only to use for braids, but also to keep warm.

Boba’s fingers brush lightly against you, the rough material of his gloves a contrast to the smooth skin of your neck.

“Why haven’t they been successful, princess?”

You clench your jaw. Boba looks back up at you, his hand resting across your nape, fingers curled ever so slightly. The feeling of it makes your thighs tremble, your core responding to this silent, easy display of authority. It shows on your face, how much you like this, and you know Boba sees it.

“None of them could give me --”

Your words are cut off by Boba’s hand snaking around your neck, firm grip tightening around the column of your throat. You gasp, a soft, breathy noise, and the man behind you chuckles. His thumb and forefinger press into your jaw, forcing your head up, though your eyes are still locked onto his reflection in the mirror.

You choke out the rest of your sentence. “-- Give me what I need.”

“Is that so,” Boba murmurs, the words a deep rumble in his rough voice. He presses just a bit tighter, and your eyes flutter closed in response. “I think I know just what you need, my dear.”

His words burn through you like fire on wood, like a cold wind rushing through an open window. Your legs grow weak and your hands grapple at him, trying to find something to hold onto. Your left hand catches on the gauntlet covering his arm and you draw it around, so his arm covers your hip and his hand rests possessively on your lower stomach.

“What a pretty thing you are,” Boba mutters, sliding his hand lower on your front until his fingertips brush your mound. You let your head drop back against his shoulder at the feeling of him cupping your most private of areas, like it’s his, like it’s always been his. Your legs shift further apart to make room for his wide palm. “A stoic princess who desperately needs someone to take care of her.”

You whine at that, at what he’s offering you. It’s true; of all the eligible men in the village, not one has taken you to bed and been able to let you fully cede control to them. They see you as a leader, as someone not to be messed with, as someone to be respected above all else.

“Oh, yes,” Boba hums, curling the fingers of his left hand into your cunt, hooking them into you through your clothes. “They might follow your orders, little one, but you’ll follow mine.”

It sounds like paradise, letting him have you like this. You nod against the armor on his chest, movement limited and head growing dizzy thanks to the hand around your neck. Boba presses his lips close to your ear, his large body now curled around yours.

“Listen to me, sweetheart.” The pet name makes you melt against him. “I am going to go take a seat, and then you’re gonna take your clothes off for me. Can you do that?”

You open your eyes and there he is, in the corner of your vision, gaze dark and full of heated promises. You study his face for a moment, memorizing his features while he’s close like this, and then you nod.

“Yes, Boba.”

“Good,” he tells you. He then moves his hands away, and though you mourn the loss of his touch, knowing what’s to come keeps you patient.

He turns, walks back over to the sofa, and sits. He spreads his legs as he did before, arms on the back of the couch, watching you.

Boba looks so much like a king in that moment that it makes you want to bow before him, to prostrate yourself like you aren’t the daughter of the Chieftain. To worship him as he demands.

The thought crosses your mind as your fingers begin to unwrap your tunic, taking the woven material from its intricate adornment on your body. You feel a blush rising on your cheeks at the implications - what would the village think of their leader’s daughter, the one to assume his role in the future, imagining such things about a stranger?

Your mind wanders, racing, thinking of seeing him upon a proper throne, all silent confidence and heated gazes from behind the visor of his helmet. Maybe he’d bring you there, show you off to a court, hold you in his wide palms like a treaty. Set you upon his lap like a rare trophy from your far-off snow planet. You’d wrap your arm around the back of his neck and listen to his dealings while he kept a firm hand on your upper thigh.

Dignitaries and crime lords alike would watch, whispering, unable to look away.

It thrills you, to have these secret desires.

You deposit the tunic on the floor next to you and toy with the hem of your top, pulling it out from where it was tucked in your pants. Boba’s eyes zero in on the strip of skin that is revealed as you raise the shirt higher, higher, and higher, until in one motion you’ve slipped it over your head and off entirely.

He stares at your chest and it makes you smile. Men will be men.

Feeling emboldened by the way Boba is looking at you, you turn around and hook your thumbs in the waistband of your pants. You slowly slip them down your hips, over your thighs, and past your knees, bending over as you do so.

Behind you, you hear shuffling. You toss the pants to join the tunic and shirt and turn to see Boba’s codpiece and gloves removed, his hand shoved down the front of his pants.

“I’m enjoying the show, little one,” he says, and waves at you with his other hand, even as you begin to see movement at the crotch of his trousers. “Continue.”

You smirk, a sly thing at seeing the effect your bare form has on him. You tuck your fingers under the band of your bra and pull up. Your arms block your view of Boba’s face as your breasts are revealed to him, but the hungry look in his eye once you can see him gives you a good idea of it.

“Kriff,” Boba swears, jerking himself faster, rougher. The sight of it makes your breathing become heavy, the labor of it causing your chest to heave. His eyes drop from your face to your tits - somehow, you don’t feel embarrassed or ashamed like you might usually.

You just feel wanted. It’s intoxicating, that he wants you for you , not your title.

There’s only one article of clothing left on your body now. You turn around again, your back to him, and take the front hem of your underwear in your fingers. Slowly, almost teasing, you slip it over your hips, arching your back and pushing your ass out towards Boba. The underwear slips down your thighs until it falls to the floor.

You straighten up again and look over your shoulder at him. He gestures with his free hand, a ‘come here’ motion that you’re all too eager to follow.

“Beautiful kriffing body,” he murmurs as you approach. He reaches out and puts his hand on your hip, fingers curling into your ass cheek. His eyes stare at your mound, at the patch of hair there. “Bet you’re already wet for me, huh?”

He glances up at you. You blush, watching as he removes his hand from his pants and snakes it in between your legs, calloused fingers feeling the evidence of his effect on you. His fingertips catch on your clit, rubbing and feeling and stoking the fire within. You moan wantonly, comfortable in the privacy of your home.

“You are. Kriffing soaked. Just begging for my cock, aren’t you?”

His words make your pussy clench just as he slips one of his thick fingers into you, surely spreading his own fluids across your tight, hot skin. The girth of it forces a whine out of you, brows furrowed, and your hand flies down to hold onto his as he fucks you with his finger. Your other hand comes to rest on his shoulder, gripping his armor.

“Look at you,” he mutters, baring his teeth as he watches you writhe on his hand, using his thumb to rub your clit just so. Your mouth drops open in pleasure, sparks shooting down your legs and up into your belly at the feeling.

Boba hums, circling his thumb and flicking it over your puffy, sensitive nub. “What would your people think if they saw you moaning like a whore for an old man, hm?”

Your legs turn to jelly at the force of the arousal that hits your cunt. You sway forward, knees buckling, and Boba catches you as you fall.

He uses the hand on your ass to guide you into a sitting position on his lap, so now you’re straddling him, bare chest pressed to the cool metal of his armor. You tuck your face into his neck and revel in the feeling of a second finger teasing at your opening.

“You like that, little one?” His words cause his throat to vibrate, and the deep tone draws your lips in to kiss at it. Your nose brushes against the underside of his jaw as you move from kissing to licking, getting drunk on the taste of his sweat on your tongue.

Boba groans, sliding the second finger into your cunt with ease. You sigh, blowing cool air across the skin you’ve just wet with your tongue. “You do.” He runs his free hand up your thigh, holding tight to the firm muscle there, toned and strong from a lifetime in the ice and snow. “So desperate for my cock.”

You nod, though your lips hardly leave his neck. “Please, Boba,” you whisper into his skin, pressing yourself as close to him as you can get.

His fingers still their movements within you and you whine. Boba shushes you, and you have to bite your lip to keep from pouting when he pulls his fingers from your pussy. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and leans back.

“I want you on your hands and knees, princess. Right here on the couch.”

You nod frantically and there’s not a moment of hesitation in your haste to follow his order. You arrange yourself next to him, forearms propped on the arm of the couch and your knees keeping your ass aloft in the air.

Boba turns and positions himself behind you with ease, half standing with one foot on the floor, his other leg bent and kneeling on the cushion.

He may call himself an old man, but he’s got the physicality of someone half his age. It makes the spot between your legs hotter and wetter just to think of it. Your cunt throbs for him.

You look over your shoulder and watch as he reaches into his pants, hand spreading your wetness across his dick, and your eyes widen as he draws it out from the confines of his trousers. Your gaze zeros in on him; he’s thick and long, just as you suspected, and every inch is one you want to feel as deep inside you as possible. Honestly, it makes sense - you’ve always heard that the men with the most to make up for do so in their personalities.

Men like Boba don’t have to compensate, which makes them all the more attractive.

You glance up to his face. He’s smirking down at you, eyes traveling down to your ass, pushed out and open for him. He runs a hand along the soft swell of your rear, caressing you like you’re precious, like you’re prized.

“I could get used to this,” he tells you, guiding the head of his cock to notch at your opening. “Seeing a future queen all bare and ripe for me.”

Your eyelids flutter as you feel him press in further, deeper. The sight of him kneeling behind you, fully clothed while you’re naked as the day you were born, sends a wave of arousal through you. Your brain doesn’t even register what he’s called you, how wrong he is, because you can’t think of anything beyond his dick.

“C’mon, Boba,” you whine, his slow pace driving you mad. “Fuck me like you mean it, old man.”

The noise that comes out of his mouth is almost non-human with the way it reverberates around the room. His hands dig into your hips and he thrusts , unrelenting and rough, spearing you onto his thick cock until his balls slap your clit. You choke out a moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at how perfectly full you feel.

“Ah,” he grunts out as he immediately sets to fucking you roughly, deeply. “The little princess does want to be treated like a whore.” His words are accompanied by the lewd sound of his cock moving in your wet cunt, his hips slapping against your own. You moan, loud and uninhibited, unable to conceive of shame or propriety.

For your whole life you’ve been looked up to, treated as both fragile and untouchable.

Boba Fett fucks you like you’re nothing more to him than a pet.

He snarls his words into the air. “Woulda fucked you there on that table in the cantina, shown the whole village how well you take me.”

You keen, arching your back further to give him a better angle. He runs his left hand up your side, gripping your waist and pulling you back onto his cock in time with his thrusts. He’s deeper inside you than anyone’s ever been - you’re beginning to think men in your village must be small, or maybe Boba’s just unnaturally big, because you think you can feel the head of his cock bruising your cervix.

The thought of him taking you in the tavern has you clenching down on him even tighter. Maybe you would have gotten on your knees for him, hid beneath the tablecloth and kept his cock warm in your mouth.

“That turn you on, princess?” He slows his thrusts just slightly, drawing out so he can slam back in with even more force. You cry out, nodding, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

“Of course it does,” he grunts, and you can feel the crest of your climax steadily approaching as he speaks, letting yourself get lost in the fantasies he’s bringing to life. His thrusts speed up again, rough and brutal, just as you need.

“You were just waiting for someone to -- ungh -- come along and fuck all the thoughts outta that clever little head, weren’t you?”

You whine, because he’s right - your normally sharp, observant brain has been put out like water over a fire. Boba leans forward, placing his hand on the arm of the couch next to your elbow, and brushes his lips against the back of your neck. It changes his position enough that his cock hits you just that much deeper, pounding against that elusive sweet spot deep within your cunt.

“Kriff, Boba --” You barely get the words out, your voice hoarse and strained and your mind turned to mush. “So -- so big.”

Against your ear, you feel more than hear him chuckle. His teeth catch on your earlobe, hot breath skating down the side of your face.

“Yeah? You like having my big cock in your tight little pussy?”

You keen, high-pitched and desperate. “Please, Boba, I’m gonna --”

His teeth trail down the side of your neck, biting firmly enough to leave a trail of red marks across your skin. Once he’s satisfied with his work, he leans up again so he can grip your hips more firmly.

“Gonna come, little one? Go on --” his words trail off for a moment - or maybe your hearing fades out as the crisis within you rises to its limit. Right as you’re on the edge, your face flush with sensation and your cunt fluttering around him, his rough voice fades back in.

“-- wanna feel you, princess. Come for your king.”

You have no choice but to do as he says.

Boba’s words scratch that small, hidden itch in your brain you’d taken a glance at earlier. Your mind whites out for a split second, as blinding as a snowstorm, before you return to yourself.

He’s still fucking you. Using you. Oversensitive and trembling, your senses absorb the world around you - Boba's hands on your hips, the scrape of his armor against your thighs, the crackle of the fireplace somewhere over your shoulder.

The rhythm of Boba's cock inside you, chasing the same high you'd found moments earlier.

You moan, pushing back, encouraging him to find his release. A glance over your shoulder gives you the sight of his eyes focused on where he's thrusting into you, lip curled, a drop of sweat trailing down over his jaw.

Boba glances up at you and smirks, though the flash of teeth makes it more of a sneer. "Where do you want me, princess?"

A serene smile crosses your face and you pretend to think on it for a moment, lazy in your post-orgasmic haze.

"On me," you reply. "Wherever you want."

He grunts, looking back down, and thrusts a few more times, deep and bruising. As soon as he pulls out you mourn the loss of him, the fullness inside of you, but you're rewarded with a vision unlike any you've seen before. Boba takes himself in hand, and with a loud groan, cums across your ass, his spend dripping down your thighs and onto your pussy lips. He covers you with himself, marking you up.

Once he's finished, Boba runs a hand through the cum on your skin, pressing firmly and rubbing it in.

"Been wanting to do that since I saw you in the meeting hall, little one."

You hum, eyes fluttering closed at the thought of it. What a scandal - the Chieftain's daughter falling for the stranger, the first foreigner to visit the village in living memory.

Behind you, Boba shifts off of the couch. He stands beside you and then you register that he's moving you, strong hands arranging your limp body so he can pick you up. One arm slips beneath your knees and the other under your back.

"Bedroom's upstairs," you murmur.

He brings you there, tucking you into bed carefully and then turning to undo his armor. As you watch him methodically remove each piece, you get the feeling that you're privy to something rare. Though you're sleepy, your eyes remain open, intent on keeping this memory clear.

The thought crosses your mind that this man must know so much of the universe. He's probably been to hundreds of planets, has hundreds of stories.

You've only ever known snow and wind.

"Boba?"

He's just finished with the last of his armor when you speak. He sits down on the edge of the bed next to you and puts his hand on your side.

"Yes, princess?"

You gaze up into his eyes, dark but soft when looking at you.

"What's the most beautiful place you've ever been to?"

He smiles at that, letting out a soft chuckle. "I've been to so many places that it's hard to keep track, little one."

You pout. He moves to settle into bed next to you, under the layers of fur and fleece that keep you warm.

"You must have a favorite," you insist, curling up against him, head resting on his bicep.

He's quiet for a minute, thinking. You wait, though sleep threatens to pull you under. Boba's words lull you out of the beginnings of your slumber.

"I think you'd like Naboo," he tells you. You've read about it, about their system of governance. You can't recall seeing any pictures or illustrations, though.

"It's very green," he explains. "There's meadows and forests everywhere. Their cities are vast, the buildings beautiful in themselves. I traveled there with my father when I was young."

You want to ask more, to learn about this place so different from anything you know. Your mind is racing with imaginings when you fall asleep, cozy and warm against Boba Fett.

In the night, your dreams glow as bright as the sun.

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subbing-for-clones · 3 years

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The New Apprentice Part 8

Maul x Sith!reader

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Yall it has been a God damn week I'll tell you that. So sorry it has taken me so long to get this out. Fair warning, had to do some already known stuffs to move the story along the timeline and I just wasn't feeling it while writing, but it's important to the timeliness nonetheless.

WARNINGS: 18+ P in V sex, unprotected sex, Canon violence. Kinda angsty at the end? Idk.

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The following morning you awoke alone in your tent. The cool morning air aiding to shake the fog from your mind as you thought of the previous night. A smile twitched on your lips that was soon replaced with a heavy eye roll. One of your pant legs had been torn up the seam by the medic who worked on you. Shrugging, you ripped off the tattered fabric and did the same to the other to match. Sliding on your now short one piece you pulled on your boots, hung your sabers from your hips and left your little shelter.

You knew why Maul left; he didn't want anyone to think the two of you were involved until the situation was less vulnerable. You were thankful he waited until you were asleep before he absconded into the darkness. Maker, you had to stop thinking about it lest you rile yourself up again. It was time to go to work, continue to prove to your master that you deserved to be at his side. That he needed you there.

You were relieved that Savage followed behind you a few minutes later. At least you weren't the last one up. Pre and Maul strode through the camp with you and Savage following closely behind.

"We will need an army if we are to successfully take back Mandalore." Your master rumbled.

"The people will support us once we remind them who they are." Pre retorted.

"Perhaps... but the Black Suns will be able to provide us with resources beneath the attention of the Republic."

"They're a crime syndicate!"

"Yes, and a powerful one that will lead to our victory. We have but one chance to pull this off."

Boarding a Mandalorian starship with your Master and Savage was quiet. You had decided to keep your mouth shut and revel in Maul's ability to command and scheme. You stood at Savage's side with your hands clasped behind your back, back straight and chin high. Your weapons dangled dangerously at your hips. Every so often a Mandalorian would look at you curiously through their visor to which you responded the same every time. You gazed into their black where their unseen eyes lay behind, unblinking with a straight lip and an air of importance until they turned away. Savage quirked a lip slightly every time.

When you were alone he rumbled quietly.

"You make them uneasy. Much more than I do I think."

"I hardly doubt that my friend." Your voice soft and cold in the off chance someone could hear you.

"Possibly... they fear us."

"Good. Then they will stay in line under Lord Maul. A warrior should never show fear. They may be strong but they've shown a vital weakness we will exploit in time if necessary."

Maul was the only one within ear shot and he silently listened to your words. Although he didn't show it at the time externally, his chest swelled in pride.

After landing on Mustafar they were greeted with a battalion led by a tall Falleen male by the name of Vigo Ziton Maj. He chuckled when your master harshly requested an audience but he led Maul, Savage, Pre Vizsla and yourself inside the fortress anyway.

Five more men sat at a long black table upon your entrance. When demanded that they join you, you were met with exclamations of amusement and they attempted to call for your deaths.

Without hesitation you and Savage each tossed a spinning lightsaber in their direction. Effectively beheading each and every one of the leaders in single mirrored motions. After seeing first handedly that denial of an alliance would lead to death, Moj, the next in line to lead agreed to join your cause without hesitation.

The Pykes practically handed themselves over to you once news about the Black Suns had reached their ears. The offer of their alliance was a grateful surprise to you. Recognizing the slow shift in universal power only spurred your attraction to your master. Visions of you riding his throbbing cock permeated your mind and drifted to his.

On the ride to Nal Hutta these thoughts only grew in intensity as your sinful need grew. It had been days since he had last touched you and although you maintained an outward composure, your mind reeled. With only a few hours until your arrival, Maul strode past you, pausing momentarily to give you a knowing glance and ever so slight nod of his head. You waited a minute before following his force signature until a supply closet door hissed open. He grabbed you almost violently, pulling you within the small enclosure. He listened to be sure you weren't followed before he turned to you.

"My my what devious thoughts you project little one." He cooed as he pulled you into his embrace. With your back to his chest, he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, planting gentle wet kisses to your sensitive skin and lightly nipping at your ear. You took his hand and covered your mouth to stifle a whimper as he ground his hardening cock into your rear. You could feel the heat of your core as his velvety voice hummed in the ear he was toying with.

"Now, I'd much rather take my time with you but it seems you need some tension released. I'll need you clear headed on this venture. I believe the Hutt Clan will give us the most trouble in forming an alliance. Would you like my help my sweet little apprentice?"

You nodded fervently, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he slid your one piece down until it pooled on the floor. He bent you over infinitesimally, just enough to grant him entrance. He prodded his hot, firm erection against your folds letting out a silent groan feeling how wet you already were.

"God's I've hardly touched you and your soaking wet you naughty little girl."

Without warning he slipping inside you, biting one of his fingers to keep from crying out. He thrusted into at a brutal pace, sinking to his hilt with every rut. It didn't take long before you were fluttering around him and tears streamed down your cheeks.

"Maker, you're going to cum for me.. I can feel it... Let go my dear. Cum all over my cock."

The command he soothed had you unraveling faster than you thought possible. The excitement of the risk at being found out only encouraged your orgasm. Still shaking from the aftershocks, your master bit your shoulder as he throbbed and filled you.

You hastily cleaned yourself, getting ready to leave before you were caught but Maul grabbed your wrist and brought you back into an embrace. Gently pressing his forehead to yours and wrapping his arms around you.

"Soon you'll be at my side at all times my dear. Would you like that?" His glowing amber eyes meeting yours.

"Yes Master, of course."

You pressed your lips to his and trying to calm your flush you left the small enclosure with newfound resolve undoubtedly spurred by your bliss.

Maul had been correct as usual. The Hutts were in fact quite resistant. After hearing that they wouldn't be paid and that the deal was an alliance for their lives, five bounty hunters and the whole guard rushed the room. Desperate for some leverage you deflected the barrage of incoming blaster fire along with your master while leading them slowly out to the landing platform.

Finally, she's good for something you thought as Bo Katan fired rockets into the fortress, effectively killing most of the guard.

You gave chase back into the fortress and fought the remaining bounty hunters. Unwillingly admitting that they were giving you more trouble than you would've hoped. Darting away from a purple woman with orange hair you kicked a dog off of your master while the bounty hunters made their retreat. Maul was convinced that they wouldn't be a further threat so you let them escape with their lives and empty pockets.

You ended up having to travel to the gods awful desert planet of Tatooine for Jabba to finally agree to your terms.

Back on Zanbar you and Savage shared a meal while Maul oversaw the organization of the troops and mixed crime syndicates.

"You seem restless." Savage noted.

"Duuuh." You exasperated. "All this planning and waiting and organizing. Ugh, I wanna go fuck shit up. We've been so busy with the boring shit I haven't even had time to train. Aside from that bounty hunter scuffle."

"Worry not little one, you'll be terrorizing the Mandalorians planet side with everyone soon enough." You scoffed at his response to which he cocked his brow.

"No, I'm not. Master wants me in the shadows. Something about the people recognizing me later on being a problem with his grand scheme."

"He has a habit of only telling half of a truth. Trust comes slowly to him. You know this." You sighed, pushing away your plate and pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Yes, I'm well aware. More so than he would like I'm sure."

"He cares very deeply for you."

"And I him but all this sitting around will get me nowhere. I told you about what happened on Malachor... for the first time since I've joined you two it feels like my feet are taking me some where I'm not supposed to go... it's been weeks and the only thing I've learned in that time frame is how to take his cock in secret, away from prying eyes."

Savage nearly choked and also disregarded his food and sat looking at you with a pained look in his eyes.

"What will you do then?"

"Honestly? I haven't the faintest idea. All I know is that I'm supposed to 'extinguish the fear but always remember that 'the shadow cannot exist without the light' whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean."

"If you don't know what it means how do you know you're on the wrong path?" You paused at his question.

"Jedi and Sith both always say to trust in the force... I need to meditate on this."

Savage nodded as you stood from your seat walking back towards your tent. Your master was a strong force user and ever since that night you two had opened up your minds to one another, truly lay bare before the other, it was damn near impossible to keep him out. When you passed him and Vizsla you had known they couldn't hear your conversation but the way that his eyes followed you. A specific crease in his brow. You had no doubt it had anything to do with Vizsla's ramblings, you realized he probably felt your conflict.

Disappearing into your canvas enclosure you tried to push the thought of your lover, no, your master; down and away from the forefront of your mind. Gods above though, he was your lover. You loved him, so much. What if he was guiding you away from the place you needed to go? Everything felt right before you allied with the Death Watch. The weeks you spent training and traveling to Malachor felt right. But this, this felt like it was his path not yours. If your destinies didn’t cross would he abandon his to join you? Could you abandon yours to join him? You knelt in the center of your tent and straightened your back, closing your eyes. Allowing your mind to rest, allow the wild eradications to still and drift away. This was important. This was your destiny. You suddenly realized why, although you'd never admit it, the Jedi forbid attachments in their freakish cult.

#maul x reader #maul smut #darth maul #sith apprentice #savage opress #platonic savage #maul fluff #sith warrior #starwars au #star wars au #star wars #swtcw x reader #swtcw smut

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“ wait, i didn't finish teaching you the difference between human and wolf anatomy. ” / okay but during them growing up together lmao

There’s a small chuckle that leaves his lips, a smile forming on his features. He cant even begin to count how many times he’d gone through the different creatures, how many times Sam and Dean had shown him the proper way to use his weapons. He’s a hunter, born and bred.

“Okay, okay.” The youngest grins, leaning forward as he looks up at his big brother. “Show me.”

#v. hunter || walk the path that will kill most #ruinedmyself

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marril96 · 4 years

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Ain’t Nothing But a Number

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Dean’s unsolicited comment about your and Rowena’s relationship pushes you over the edge.

Editor: @miss-moon-guardian

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"Y/N, isn't…" Dean cleared his throat. Sucked in a breath, eyes roaming everywhere, far away from you. Then, in a moment of courage that made you freeze up for you knew — you knew, and, gods, you hated it. You hated it with your entire being — what was to come, they locked with yours, and he said, "Isn't she a bit too old for you?"

You supposed you shouldn't have been surprised. Dean had never been Rowena's biggest fan. He hadn't been yours, either — you being a witch, her protégé at that, didn't win you any favors. But still.

But still.

With Rowena's friendship with Sam, you thought the elder Winchester would be fonder of her. Just a tad. A teeny-tiny bit. That he would stop with the snide comments and start treating her — any, by extension, you — like a person.

Which he had, for a while, but now he was looking at her as if she'd just murdered an innocent person right in front of him and wiped her bloody hands on his shirt. All because you'd admitted to having recently started dating her.

Sam, for his part, had the decency to look uncomfortable by his brother's behavior. He'd reacted to the news well, breaking out a smile and congratulating you both. Heartily. Honestly. From the bottom of his heart.

Dean, on the other hand, had gone quiet.

If only he'd stayed quiet.

You'd learned a long time ago people who had nothing good to say had no qualms about saying it out loud and directly to your face. It was the same everywhere you went, with everyone you came across. Comments that, at first glance, came across as those of kindness, but the more you thought about them, you'd come to realize it was nothing but condescension masked as concern. Inappropriate, uncomfortable comments. Unacceptable. Out of line.

Comments about your relationship.

You were no fool; you knew what it looked like from the outside. An almost-four-hundred-year-old witch and a young girl. The witch who'd spent the majority of her life taking advantage of people, using them up until they were dry of whatever it was she needed and then tossing them aside like trash. Killing them without a shred of remorse. And now she was dating you.

Rowena had fully earned her reputation, a part of her still beaming with pride at her accomplishments, but it still wasn't okay. Neither of you needed advice, especially the unsolicited kind. No one knew what your relationship was like but the two of you. None of those people lived in your house, slept in your bed. What gave them the right to judge something they didn't — couldn't possibly — understand?

Worse than the comments were the looks that followed them. Pity. Doubt. Disgust. Minds no doubt imagining things — pictures — they had no right to think about. It always made you feel dirty, the way they would look at you; as if you were a child being taken advantage of by an older woman. A middle schooler seduced by her teacher, promised the world in exchange for intimacy.

That was all they saw. An old woman and a child. An abuser and a victim.

Not a single one of those busybodies stopped to consider your feelings and needs. Not a single one of them tried to look at you as you were — a woman, fully grown, capable of making her own decisions. A woman who'd chosen her path, who had fallen in love with one of the most powerful witches in the world and was lucky enough as to have her feelings returned. Who was raging — silently, inside herself — at every unwanted comment and sideways glance.

You glared at Dean with the intensity of a thousand suns, and it took willpower to push your bursting magic down, to restrain it for all it wanted was to roam free and destroy everything in its path. Destroy him for being just like everyone else despite everything he'd seen, everything he'd lived.

"Why the fuck do you care?" It came out harsher than it sounded in your head, but, gods, it felt good to say it, to let it out.

You were done keeping quiet.

You were done letting outsiders have an opinion about your relationship.

Dean flinched, startled by the outburst. He raised his hands in a placating manner. "I don't—"

"Why the fuck does anyone care?" you cut him off, face burning, magic churning in your blood. "Is there a sign on my forehead saying 'I Wanna Hear Your Opinions About My Relationship?'"

"Y/N—" Sam tried, to no avail. There were too many suppressed emotions. Too many words that begged to be left out, refusing to be silenced again.

"What is it with people who think I care about what they think? It's my relationship! I'm the one dating her!"

You were the one holding her when she needed comfort. You were the one making her laugh. The one kissing her just for the fun of it, because you felt like it, because you could — finally, after years of dreaming of it. The one holding her hand, playing with her hair, calling her cute names she would kill anyone else for daring to utter in her presence.

Rowena had chosen you, and you couldn't have been happier about it.

"I'm a grown woman!" you yelled. "Stop treating me like a fucking child! What I do is none of your business."

Who I fuck is none of your business.

You'd said the same to your family, and to all the friends who turned their noses up upon finding out about you and Rowena. You were an adult. They had a right to their opinions, and you had a right to not hear them. They didn't have to like your decision — all you asked was that they respect it.

If they cared — truly, genuinely cared — about you, they would.

Dean sighed. Gulped. Cleared his throat. "I wasn't—I didn't mean it like that."

No one ever meant it. Whatever it was they said, however uncomfortable they looked as the revelation of you and Rowena set in, they never meant it. Not a single word, spoken clearly, was ever as it sounded. No — you were exaggerating. You were making up drama where there wasn't any. Causing trouble because, well, you were young, too young to know better.

Too young to date a woman over three centuries your senior.

Right.

You shot Dean one of those looks that could kill if you wanted it to, stolen from Rowena. A glare so intense, you hoped it came across as intimidating as intended. "Then don't say it like that."

"I'm not gonna say anything anymore," he said, taking a swig of his beer.

"That's a first," Rowena quipped.

The hunter rolled his eyes.

Tension lifted from your shoulders. Muscles, taut and tight just a moment ago, free of the pressure. You breathed out in relief.

The worst had passed. The secret was out, words were exchanged, and now you could be at peace. You and Rowena no longer had to hide your linked hands. You no longer had to pull apart and pretend nothing had happened if someone were to walk in on an intimate moment.

You could be yourselves.

You could smile and laugh and be happy in this world rather than hide in its fringes.

The day passed in relative silence. As you and Rowena worked on research, flipping through dusty books and skimming words in faded ink, you caught the Winchesters sneaking a few glances, all averted the moment either of you looked up. It was more curiosity than disapproval; it wasn't always that their allies hooked up — and took it seriously, at that. It wasn't always that Rowena MacLeod, of all people, held someone's hand and laughed at their bad jokes.

It was new. It was weird. And, despite the initial shock, by the end of the day Dean seemed completely on board with it.

You were glad. Finally, you could breathe easily, without fearing judgment. Without fearing the next dirty look or wicked whispers the moment you turned your back.

Yes, Rowena was significantly older. No, she wasn't too old for you. She wasn't too evil, or too unreliable, or too cold-hearted to know what love, true love, was.

She was just perfect.

And you loved her for it.

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strawberry-skies-xx · 3 years

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day 1-3 | hypothermia/out in the cold | @whump-advent-calendar

summary: Hiccup swears under his breath, then shivers and grimaces. Note to self: never decide to use the cover of snow for an attack, he thinks bitterly, looking around frantically for somewhere to hide, any direction to go that wouldn’t be putting himself right in the Hunters’ path. He isn’t even sure what direction they’re coming from.

word count: 2792

tags: hiccup/astrid, hypothermia, hurt hiccup, hurt/comfort, happy ending

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Stupid. This is the worst plan Hiccup had ever come up with, and that’s in a long history of “worst” plans that usually ended up working out very well.

This one, however, had gone wrong, and it had gone very wrong, and it didn’t seem to be looking better.

It didn’t seem to be looking anything, really, because Hiccup can’t see. The snow falls thickly, obscuring everything from view. Underneath his feet - his freezing feet, his metal leg is ice cold and the only thing stopping it from transferring it to his actual leg is the wood between his leg and the prosthetic, and even that is cold - the snow rises to just below knee height, hindering his movements. He has no fur coat, nothing but his leather armor and his one boot, both of which the cold is sinking quickly into.

The only good thing about this is that if he can’t see, the Hunters can’t either, and that buys him some time.

If the cold doesn’t kill me first, he thinks morbidly, shivering with his arms wrapped around himself.

Toothless was somewhere; Hiccup had lost him when they’d both gone down, crashing into a thick copse of trees and getting separated when they landed. He’d searched for several minutes, following the sound of Toothless’s roars, but the snow was far too thick to see in and he’d realized he was nowhere near his dragon. So now, he is walking simply to find somewhere to get warm - he’s no use to Toothless dead.

The trees had ended behind him, and all Hiccup can see is endless white - white snow, gray-white sky, white falling snow, white snow-covered hills in the distance, white snow-covered trees in front of the hills. He’s getting rather sick of the color, and is imagining red and orange flames, violet plasma blasts, anything warm that he can think of. It’s really not helping very much.

He can feel himself slowing, mind getting fuzzy and legs dragging slower and slower through the snow, and he knows this is the beginning of hypothermia. He has no idea how long he’s been out here, the world being suspended in an eternal state of dull gray sunlight and falling snow, but apparently it’s long enough for the cold to start really affecting him. He has to keep going, though - if he stops now, there’s no doubt that he’ll die, but he might find a cave he can shelter in.

And then he hears a stick snap, and the voices come from off to his right.

“I saw the Haddock boy go down with that dragon of his.”

“We can barely see out here. He could’ve flown off already and we’d be freezing our asses off for nothing.”

“Viggo would give us a reward if we captured him, though. He’s said so himself.”

There’s a distant grumble, and then a reluctant, “Fine. We’ll keep searching.”

Hiccup swears under his breath, then shivers and grimaces. Note to self: never decide to use the cover of snow for an attack, he thinks bitterly, looking around frantically for somewhere to hide, any direction to go that wouldn’t be putting himself right in the Hunters’ path. He isn’t even sure what direction they’re coming from.

It’s all white, endless gods-damned white. Hiccup groans in frustration. “Think, Hiccup, think,” he mutters under his breath, but his thoughts are fuzzy and it’s hard to make his mouth move. He’s already forgetting the words that the Hunters said, that they’re even after him - he swears again. His hypothermia is worse than he thought, he thinks briefly, with effort, before that thought disappears and he shivers.

He picks a direction and runs as fast as he can in the thick snow. He’s helped only by the fact that one of his legs is metal - if both feet were freezing and affected by hypothermia like one is, he’s sure he would’ve been even slower. As it is, he feels like he isn’t running at all, and it’s far too much effort to keep the thought of run in his mind long enough to keep going. He’s lucky he doesn’t pick the direction the Hunters are in.

The voices echo behind him, getting fainter. Hiccup keeps running, dragging his feet through the heavy snow, forcing himself to remember the reason he’s doing this, that he has to.

The minutes drag on; his mind gets fuzzier. Run.

He forgets why he’s running, barely moves fast enough to be considered a proper walk, but he has to run.

An indeterminable amount of time passes like this, Hiccup’s mind and body slowing until he feels like he’s about to collapse and the final thought of run finally slips away from him. He’s surrounded by white, now, as he keeps moving for no reason at all, and he’s so, so cold. His whole body is ice, though he’s stopped shivering and has his arms still wrapped around himself, though it’s useless at this point.

He wonders why he doesn’t just stop and collapse, why he keeps going. It seems like a good idea, to just sink into the cold and the darkness threatening to overtake him. He’d be warmer in the darkness, he thinks, wouldn’t have to keep going through his overwhelming exhaustion.

He almost does - feels himself slow until he almost stops, feels his legs almost give out - until he sees something moving in the white, something dark. Whatever part of his mind is still coherent forces him to keep going, walking towards the black shape until he breaks through the snow and stumbles into a cave.

He falls, using too much effort to walk through the snow and not slowing his momentum fast enough when the snow abruptly ends. The stone is cold against his skin - but he can’t feel it, anyway, his entire body is numb. Something in him is satisfied at the fact that he found the cave, though he can’t remember why, and he relaxes right on the ground.

The darkness is welcoming, even in the cave. Hiccup feels a little warmer, sheltered from the snow, and he’s so tired. He just goes limp where he lays, a few feet in the cave, and lets exhaustion overtake him, unconsciousness rising quickly to drag him down.

Toothless whines as he and Astrid walk through the storm, tail flicking. He looks up at Astrid when Stormfly stops, losing Hiccup’s scent in the deep snow, and gives a quiet, worried whimper.

Astrid frowns, shivering in her fur coat and putting a hand on Toothless’s scales. “We’ll find him, Toothless,” she says, reassuring him as well as herself. They’ve been searching for hours, the Riders following her and Toothless and keeping warm by the heat of their dragons - and now, even the dragons are getting cold.

Toothless whines and sniffs at the snow, pawing at it and then looking up into the dense snowfall. All the tracks Hiccup might have made have been covered by the snow, and they don’t even know if he was captured by Hunters before he made it to a cave - or before he… well. She’s not going to think about that.

Stormfly chirps and makes her own low whining noise, feet shifting in the snow as she sniffs at it and comes up with nothing. Astrid wants to cry, her hope slowly dying as they keep searching and Stormfly loses the faint scent of Hiccup’s trail. It’s been hours, she thinks despairingly. She doesn’t know how long he could’ve survived on his own - which means he’s either captured by Hunters or- or-

No. Hiccup isn’t- that. He’s the most stubborn person she knows, he’s not gone. He’s not gone.

Her hands curl into fists and she feels spiteful anger rise in her. She starts walking, forcefully moving through the snow. Toothless follows reluctantly behind her, giving a curious whine.

“Uh, Astrid? Where are you going? Stormfly lost the scent,” Tuffnut says confusedly from behind her.

Astrid glares at the snow and keeps going. “We’re obviously going in the right direction. We need to find Hiccup, so I’m going to keep searching. You can stay behind if you want,” she replies - a little too harsh, but she’s worried and she lashes out when she’s worried. Especially when there’s the possibility that Hiccup is- is dying. Not already- not that yet, but dying. He’s not gone. She would’ve felt it.

After a moment, she hears the dragons huff and the other Riders follow behind her, fanning out a little to search in every direction. They’re reluctant to go far, for fear of losing each other like they lost Hiccup, but they at least look all around them.

It seems like forever that they’re searching when Stormfly perks up, chirping and running lightly on the snow. Toothless follows a bit slower, and Astrid struggles to keep up with them. “Guys! Stormfly found something!” she calls back to the other Riders.

In a few minutes, Astrid stumbles onto stone when the snow abruptly ends and she’s covered by the roof of a cave. Toothless whines and nudges at something in the dark, circling around it. Stormfly opens her mouth and holds a low flame, dimly illuminating the cave.

Orange light plays over Hiccup’s unconscious form right by Astrid’s feet, and she gasps when she sees him. A thin layer of snow covers his feet and legs from when the wind changed direction, and his lips are a worrying shade of blue. She crouches down and brushes off the snow from his legs - his prosthetic foot is ice cold, and his armor is cold as well. Even his skin is cold, as she takes his hand and squeezes it.

Blood rushes into his hand when she does, coloring the pale skin a light red. Toothless whimpers and nuzzles underneath his hand, pressing his body up against him and curling around. Hiccup doesn’t respond; Astrid shoves down the panic and presses her fingers to his throat, feeling for a pulse.

It’s slow, far too slow for it to be normal, but eventually she hears a thud-thud beneath her fingers and she almost sobs in relief. He’s alive, he’s alive, she thinks desperately to herself to calm the panic.

Toothless nudges his nose under Hiccup’s body and Astrid nods, standing up. “You’re right, Toothless,” she says. She unclips Toothless’s saddle to get better heat from his scales and helps him drape Hiccup over his back, laying him on his back down Toothless’s body. She leads him further into the cave so Toothless can lay down carefully, keeping Hiccup on him.

She turns to the other Riders. “Does anyone have a light?”

Snotlout holds his lantern out and she takes it, setting it down in the middle of the area she’s designated. “Alright. Hookfang and Barf and Belch,” she turns to the dragons, who give answering noises, realizing how bad the situation is, “can you put your wings up to block the wind?”

Hookfang growls and rumbles, stepping back a little and onto his hind legs, spreading his wings to cover the entire length of the cave. Barf and Belch look at each other, then follow Hookfang’s lead, moving in front of him and raising their wings a bit lower to cover the open bottom edges of Hookfang’s wingspan over the cave.

Astrid smiles at them in thanks and looks around at their little area. It’s a small cave in the first place, and she doesn’t want to have to heat up too big of an area.

She walks over to Hiccup, picking up his hands and raising them. “Stormfly?”

Stormfly chirps and walks over, opening her mouth and holding another low flame. She puts herself near Hiccup’s hands, enough to feel the heat, and Astrid rubs his skin a little as she holds them, feeling warmth slowly return.

The other Riders have sat down against the far wall of the cave. Astrid turns away from Stormfly, letting go of Hiccup’s hands. Stormfly starts moving her mouth up and down Hiccup’s body, close enough for him to feel the heat, like a fire, but far enough it won’t burn him.

“Fishlegs, can you stand guard with Meatlug and tell us if anyone is coming? We shouldn’t have to be here long, not with Stormfly and Toothless warming Hiccup up, but we can’t leave and fly in the cold with him like this.”

Fishlegs nods, glancing over at Hiccup. There’s a dark, determined look in his eyes when he walks away, Barf and Belch folding their wing in to allow him to pass. Astrid turns to Snotlout and the twins when she’s finished, then glances at Hiccup.

Suddenly, there’s nothing to do. She can’t do anything else to help Hiccup, and the cave is as heated up as it can be with one lantern and two dragons blocking the wind and wayward drifting snow. It makes her feel a little lost, a little helpless, and she paces with the feeling. She hates feeling helpless, even if she knows she did everything she could to help Hiccup by the glances she gives up at Toothless and Stormfly every few minutes.

It’s a long, torturous hour that they wait, Astrid growing more restless and Snotlout and the twins’ bored antics only agitating her further. Even their antics have an edge of desperation to them, an edge of too-much-distraction that comes when the thoughts of something worse is beating at the edges, threatening to take over. The dragons shift restlessly too, Stormfly taking a break from holding a flame to guard the cave while Hookfang moves his head slowly up and down above Hiccup’s body, fire held in his mouth. Toothless whimpers concernedly, head twisting back to look at Hiccup.

Finally, they hear him stir. Toothless’s head snaps back instantly, and Hookfang leans back, still holding a flame in his mouth. Astrid, Snotlout, and the twins all go silent, looking up.

“Hiccup?” Snotlout asks tentatively, the first real sign he’s shown that he’s as scared for Hiccup as Astrid is.

There’s a cough, then a pained groan, and Hiccup’s head lifts. Toothless warbles and whines, trying to nudge at Hiccup without knocking him off his back and failing.

Hookfang steps back, letting Astrid rush over to Hiccup as he tries rolling onto his side and help him down without falling. He lands unsteadily on his feet, and Astrid helps hold him up as he leans against her.

“Hiccup, how are you feeling?” she asks when he’s quiet, simply staring at the ground.

“Not…” he stops, and she waits. He holds up one hand, slowly flexing his still-cold fingers, and tries again. “Not… terrible,” he gets out, as if it was difficult to say.

She nods. “Okay, do you think you can fly Toothless? I’m sorry, but we really need to get out of here. We’re still in Hunter territory.”

She hates doing this, but he’ll be able to warm up for longer at the Edge, and there will be no threat of the Hunters finding them. The sooner they fly back, the better Hiccup will be in the long run.

He nods slowly, again after a long pause. “Yeah,” he says slowly, voice slightly slurred. She frowns in concern, but walks him over to the wall where he sits down and turns back to start strapping Toothless’s saddle back on.

She finishes a few minutes later, helping Hiccup back onto Toothless. He can barely sit up, and she frowns deeper. “Hiccup, what if I ride with you? That’ll keep you warmer. Stormfly can fly on her own.”

Hiccup’s brow furrows for a moment and then he nods, his eyes drifting shut. Astrid climbs behind him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him back against her chest. He leans against her, almost limp in her arms, and Toothless stands up, looking back with a concerned whimper.

“He’ll be fine, Toothless,” Astrid says, and smiles when Hiccup’s hand twitches, rubbing back and forth on Toothless’s scales.

The other Riders have already gone to their dragons, Snotlout extinguishing his lantern, and Fishlegs has gotten the message too. They all turn and take off into the still falling snow, barely able to see but warm with their dragons and Hookfang on fire in the middle of them, relying on their dragons’ innate sense of direction.

It’s a while before Astrid notices Hiccup has fallen asleep against her, foot locked into holding the prosthetic tailfin in place. He’s breathing steadily and still with cold skin, but it’s not ice cold like before and his pulse is stronger. She smiles, feeling the final edges of panic recede and a calm peace fall over her, pulling Hiccup closer to her.

He’s okay. He’s alive. They’ll all be okay.

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Deadly Puzzle

Part Four (Part One, Part Two and Part Three can be found here) Eve watched Gideon wander into the Psych offices and back to her desk. She headed to the fridge and grabbed some cans of soda before heading back to where her sister was sitting.

“This isn’t like you,” Eve said offering her one of the sodas, “You never give up. I still have the earplugs I bought when you wanted to go to Disneyland and spent several months singing ‘It’s A Small World After All’ at me.”

“What?” Gideon looked at her confused before explaining, “I’m not giving up. The only chance we have to win the game at this point is to change the rules.”

Eve sighed in relief as Gideon took one of the cans and opening it.

“I took a risk at the hotel,” Gideon continued, taking a drink, “Because I knew he wouldn't kill her. I knew he wouldn't kill her because he loves the game too much, but that bought me time. It bought me time to work on my own...well with you.”

Nodding Eve said, “Okay? What’s your plan?”

“We're going to drop off his radar,” Gideon told her, “We're still going to find Vanessa. We're going to do it on our own. I would prefer Rip to be with me, but since Jonas and Miranda needs him right now, you’ll do.”

Shaking her head at her sister’s bluntness, Eve said, “All right, where do we start?”

Gideon took a deep breath, “We go back to the beginning. Back to the beginning, and we trace the steps of Mr. Yang.”

“So,” Eve said, “Where to first?”

“The café,” Gideon stated, “There’s something bothering me about that whole thing.”

Gideon walked into the café, nodding to Ethan who had taken over from Holly. She was well known in the café, so none of the staff bothered as she stood recreating that morning in her head.

“Focus,” Eve said, “Close your eyes and see everything from this morning.”

In her mind, Gideon walked through her steps from that morning. The conversation with Holly, sitting looking over the bay which gave her the ability to see the staff car park. Walking outside so she could see the carpark again, Gideon frowned in thought. She knew this café, she knew the staff patterns.

“Ethan,” she called, heading over to him, “There was a pink mini in the car park this morning. Do you know whose car that was?”

He mused for a moment before pulling up some information on the tablet he had, “That’s Vanessa’s.”

Gideon turned to her sister, “He took Vanessa in her own car. We find that, we find her.”

“I’m calling, Wells,” Eve said pulling out her phone and putting it on speaker, “Detective, the waitress drives a pink mini. If you find the car, then you’ll find her.”

“We already have,” Harrison replied, “You need to get here.”

Gideon and Eve shared a confused look before Gideon demanded, “Where?”

Rip arrived at the motel, the same time as Gideon and Eve.

“Jonas?” Gideon asked instantly.

Rip nodded, “He’s fine and fast asleep in his bed.”

“Come on, you two,” Eve told them, “From Wells’ voice this is urgent.”

They headed inside and were met by Ray who took them to the room that was already cordoned off.

“Kendra,” Rip called when they reached the open door, “What happened?”

Kendra walked over and took a quick breath, “We found the waitress. She’s alive and has been taken to the hospital.”

Eve frowned, “Then why are we here?”

Grimacing Kendra motioned them inside, “He left us another message which you all need to see.”

Leading them into the bathroom where Wells was waiting for them, Gideon frowned at how concerned he looked.

“What is his message?” she asked.

Taking a slow breath, Wells stepped to one side letting them see the message left on the mirror.

“Gideon no longer wants to play,” Rip read, “Stakes too low to make you stay?” he frowned as his eyeline slid down to the random items pasted below the words. His frown deepened then realisation and horror covered his face.

“Rip?” Gideon demanded worriedly, “What is it?”

He turned to her, his face pale, “He has my mother.”

“What?” Gideon stared at everything before she saw keyring Rip had bought Mary for the first birthday that he spent with her. It was one of Mary’s most treasured possessions, “Oh God no.”

Gideon felt sick to her stomach. Mary had been like a mother to Gideon from the day they’d met as well as a confidant and friend to Eve. They were a family.

“Hunter, Rider,” Wells called from the other room, “Get in here.”

Taking his hand in hers, Gideon pulled Rip into the other room, and Wells motioned them over to the back wall.

“You should be moving,” Rip read, his voice shaking, “As most people do, but instead you sit and enjoy the view.”

Gideon squeezed his hand before finishing, “P.S. Mommy says, 'Hi' and 'Bye'. Just in case.”

Eve rested her hand on Gideon’s shoulder and Rip’s arm before asking, “Why did he spell view as VU?”

“Maybe that’s the hint?” Kendra suggested.

Harrison rolled his eyes, “Or maybe he ran out of lipstick.”

Gideon stepped into the centre of the room, taking slow deep breaths as she closed her eyes and tried to think over everything. She needed to focus on where Mary could be for Rip. He always looked after her, always made sure she was safe and was the one person in Gideon’s world that she knew would do anything for her.

She had to do this for him. Mary Xavier had come into Rip’s life when he believed no one could ever care about him, taking in a boy who had lost his real mother so young he barely remembered her and had been abandoned by his father who should have protected him, giving him a loving home where he thrived into the amazing man he was now.

“VU,” Gideon breathed, her mind going through every possibility, all the other clues Yang had left them, “V…U…” she stopped and turned to them, “I know where he’s taken her.”

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Gideon jumped out Rip’s car the moment he stopped and ran towards the entrance of the Drive-In, with Eve, Cisco, Wells, Kendra and Rip following on. Not far behind them were more officers ready to search the place for Mary.

“All right,” Wells said, “We know he used the waitress's car, so there's a good chance he’s taken Ms Xavier’s too.”

Gideon nodded, “It’s very possible.”

“What does she drive?” Kendra asked.

Rip frowned, “It’s a white sedan. She leaves it in storage when she’s not here.”

“Fan out,” Wells ordered everyone including the officers, “And find it but do not approach without us.”

Gideon scanned the area, hating that she was so short and couldn’t see everything she needed to. Without hesitation, she climbed onto a wall before stepping onto the nearest car bonnet. She jumped from car to car, ignoring the yells from the people inside them and finally spotted the car she was looking for. Running over Gideon slowed as she reached the car, studying it to see if there were any booby traps, she could see Mary sitting in the front seat.

There was a red light on the back of the seat and Gideon traced it back to the projection room. Seeing Wells and Kendra she motioned them towards it before crouching beneath the path of the light.

Gideon moved to the door, “Mary.” She could see the tape across Mary’s mouth and slowly reached out to remove it, “Hi.”

“It’s a decoy,” Mary whispered, her eyes drifting down to the pot of popcorn sitting on the other seat. A small red blinking light was just visible beneath the kernels.

“I see that, “Gideon turned and saw Rip coming towards them, “Get down,” she ordered him.

Following her orders, Rip looked up at her, “Gideon?”

“She’s strapped in, Rip and there appears to be a bomb,” Gideon told him, “Just stay there.”

Irritation filled his face, but Rip knew Gideon was right.

“Mary,” Gideon breathed, “Where is he?”

Mary’s eyes darted to the side, Gideon followed it to the truck parked a few spaces across and saw a woman in there who waved cheerily at Gideon.

Slowly she walked towards Yang, hearing Rip assuring Mary he was there, and they’d get her out of this.

Reaching the truck, Gideon saw Yang was not only a woman but also close in ages to her and Rip. Her long dark hair sat just above her shoulders, she had pale skin and a slight smile on her lips.

“Admit it,” she drawled, “I’m not what you expected, am I? It's the bone structure.”

Gideon glared at her, “I won. I beat you. That was the deal so let Mary go.”

“You are just amazing,” Yang praised her, “Just my most, most admirable foe. But then, see, I knew you would be. That's why I chose you.”

“Because I'm your yin?” Gideon asked annoyed, “Well, that's sweet. Thank you for that but you're completely surrounded and there's no way out of this for you.”

In the background sirens sounded coming closer.

“Do you know what I love about this movie, Gideon,” Yang asked with a slight smile, “It has a great resolution. Okay, so call me old-fashioned, but really is there anything more satisfying than a solid ending?” she shrugged, “You call me a killer, but the truth is I complete things,”

Gideon let out a snort of disdain.

Ignoring Gideon’s scorn, Yang continued, “And that is what people really want, to feel complete. And now our story, that we created so beautifully together, is going to end.”

Worry filled Gideon, “How?”

Yang smirked, “Do you want to know what it is? Or do you want to be surprised?”

Gideon shook her head, “Let me guess. You want to die, right? Suicide by cop. Wow, you’re a cliché.”

“I could have killed your surrogate mom hours ago, Gideon. Your best friend’s mom,” Yang gave a dreamy smile as she showed Gideon the small black box in her hand with a trigger and blinking light matching the one sitting beside Mary, “This switch has such a light touch, like pinching a baby's cheek. And then, boom!!!!!”

Gideon jumped.

“She blows up. How much fun would that be to see?” Yang cried excitedly, “Oh, it gives me shivers, I want to do that so badly,” she sighed, “But then you wouldn't like me, Gideon and I want you to like me.”

“If you want me to like you,” Gideon demanded, “Then why did you hurt people I care about?”

Yang shook her head again, “You mean the little boy? Oh, that was set up to distract your partner, never to hurt any of the kids and they were fine. I needed to see how you did without tall and broody by your side.”

Ice trickled along Gideon’s spine, “Why?”

“To see if you were as good without him as you are with him,” Yang smiled, “And you exceeded my expectations. You are amazing Gideon and I need you to like me, because we're going to be working together again.”

Gideon glared at her, “Not a chance because you’re going to rot in a cell with four padded walls. The end.”

“No,” Yang smiled even more, “The end of the beginning. I'm going to write a book. It’s going to be our story, Gideon and it's going to be epic, a bestseller. And guess what? I want you to write the forward.”

“Not a chance in hell,” Gideon snapped.

“Oh well,” Yang shrugged, offering Gideon the trigger, “Just think about it when you’re tucked up with your family after this.”

Gideon slowly took the small black box and held it out the window calling, “Clear.”

The world exploded into activity as Wells gently took the trigger from Gideon and deactivated it, allowing Rip to release Mary while Kendra arrested Yang.

“Gideon,” she called, “You know when you talk about me, call me by my other chosen name.”

“Which is?” Gideon asked relieved when Eve moved to her side.

Yang smiled, “Nora. Not as unusual as yours but I like it.”

As Yang/Nora was marched away Gideon leaned into her sister’s embrace watching Rip hug Mary tightly before leading her to the paramedics so they could check her out.

It was over.

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zer0pm · 5 years

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Diverging Jealousy: You x Vergil

A/N: A continuation of Diverging Jealousy Vergil, inspired by these wonderful people.

Vergil rose victorious over Dante this round. The blue twin was particularly rough on his brother this time around. Instead of gloating, Vergil sheathes his katana and promptly walks away. Meanwhile, Dante was flat on the ground, spent from his defeat. You rush over to him, making sure he is okay. What you found was as expected, him wearing a huge grin on his face. The man sure smiles in the most inappropriate of situations. You all were still in hell, afterall.

He outright starts laughing as soon as your face came into his view. You raise your brow at him.

You: “What? Did he knock you over the head too hard?”

Still chuckling, he shakes his head, his chest rumbling erratically in humor. Dante covers his eyes with his sweaty forearm.

Dante: “Didn’t think he had it this bad. Must be V’s fault.”

This made you freeze on the spot. V? What did V have to do with this?

V was a former client of the Devil May Cry crew and a devil hunter in his own right. You didn’t know him for very long, but you developed a fondness for him that was evident in your interactions. The idea of possibly taking a step further in your relationship beyond platonic was entertained, especially when V admitted his attraction to you himself when he pulled you to the side after an arduous battle. By then, V revealed to you that he was dying and moment his words passed his lips, your heart shattered to pieces.

You wanted to hate him, hate him for not telling you sooner, to curse him for stringing you along, but the way he looked at you, the way he held you with your head pressed against his chest to listen to his erratic heartbeat, stopped your reproach. The man was practically on the verge of crumbling to dust, yet he held a gleam in his eyes that spoke nothing of adoration for you. His last request was for you to help him live long enough to defeat Urizen and although you were bleeding tears from the inside, you loved him too much to deny him.

When you and the rest of the crew reached the demon king, Urizen laid defeated thanks to Dante’s newfound strength. Instead of dealing the killing blow, Dante allowed V to execute the demon at the latter’s request. What happened next, you did not expect.

In place of V and Urizen, within a pillar of light that which pierced the sky and shattered the illusion within the demon tree; was a man unknown to you. He was clad in a long, blue leather coat and possessed a cold and unapproachable aura - the opposite of Dante and his twin brother. The man was handsome for certain, but there was something frightening in his piercing gaze as he held those before him: his brother, Nero...and you. You have since learned that his name is Vergil and he is the original person of both Urizen and V combined. For awhile, you had wondered where V went although in your heart you knew he was gone, although not “gone” at all. Not really. He lives still...as this man.

It’s not the same though... With a sigh, you extend your hand and help Dante back up on his feet. With a groan, he stands and places a hand on your shoulder for balance. He must have moved too fast as he almost stumbled into you.

You: “Easy there, big guy.”

Dante: “Yeah, yeah. I know, I know.”

The legendary devil hunter straightens himself but not before nearly brushing your nose with his own. To anyone else, it would look like such an intimate moment especially with the way Dante smiled at you. A knowing and almost pitiful smile on his rugged face.

Dante: “Oh, man. I’m gonna have my ass handed to me for sure.”

You: “Aha. What are you rambling on about now?”

Dante: “Talking about my brother. Now that he’s whole again, he’s adjusting to all these...new feelings. Now he’s sappy and I don’t know whether to make fun of him or root him on. Or better yet...”

You suddenly feel leather brush along your cheek and found Dante holding your face in the palm of his hand. The cheeky smile on his face drops slightly to that of a soft smile matched by the intense gleam in his eyes. Half a mind told you that he was flirting with you again, the same way that he did when he and V were fighting over you, but this time was different. Dante was being careful this time, but what was he wary of? The man bends over slightly, his head dipping to a path where it almost looked like his lips would meet yours, but instinctively you twist your head to the side. He seemed to have expected this and chuckles lowly and you felt his warm breath tickle against your ear.

Dante: “...taunt him.”

With his other hand he subtly points his finger somewhere and your eyes follow. In the distance, your eyes catch the form of Vergil who stood a ways away like a statue. The man was facing you, watching the entire exchange with a coldness that made you freeze in place. For some reason, your heart drops at his expression. Vergil, he looked...murderous? And just as you thought this, he strides his way back over to you two.

Vergil: “Are you quite done?”

Dante, without even looking, took a step back and relaxed his posture, acting as if he did nothing wrong.

Dante: “Why, brother, whatever do you mean?”

Vergil: “May I remind you, brother, that one of us is not blessed with demonic blood in their veins?”

The man in blue was eyeing you purposefully and it felt like daggers piercing right through your very being. Why does he keep glaring at you like you did something wrong?

Dante: “And?”

Vergil: “Tch. And the longer your friend remains in the underworld, the more their fragile body will suffer from its corruption. If you don’t care, that’s fine with me.”

The way he said that, it stung. Meanwhile, Dante who glances at Vergil from the corner of his eye, chuckles before shaking his head.

Dante: “Well, can’t have that on my conscience now.”

The man stretchest, the most over-the-top stretch of the limbs you have ever seen him do before he squares his shoulders and casted a wink your way for all to see.

Dante: “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya. Hey, Vergil. Imma look around. Keep an eye on my partner, okay?”

Without so much as another word, he left, patting you softly on the side for reassurance as he went. Vergil scoffs at the gesture and folds his arms, mumbling something you didn’t catch. You were left alone now...with Vergil. There is an uncomfortable silence between the two of you, you were looking down at your feet, balancing on the balls of your heels to distract yourself. You wished it was easy to start a conversation with this man as you often did with V. But presence itself felt like an impenetrable wall. Still, you felt the need to say something.

You: “We should probably see if there’s an area we can safely set up camp while Dante scouts ar-”

Vergil: “It’s all your fault.”

You: “Excuse me?”

You honestly didn’t expect him to speak with you. Every time he engaged anyone it was either Dante or Nero. But you, not a single word. So to hear and see him talk to you so directly caught you off guard. And of course, his personality towards you leaves nothing to be desired.

Vergil: “If you didn’t come along...”

He was closing the gap between you now, a harsh glare in his cold eyes, a hint of a snarl on his lips. A biting tone laces each word like venom.

Vergil: “Then I-!”

You: “Can fight Dante without distractions. Is that it?”

This stop him in his tracks and he gazes at you as if you caught him in a trap.

Vergil: “What?”

You: “I heard it all from V before he...before you...”

You couldn’t even begin to explain who to appropriately address this man.

You: “You and Dante. All you guys have ever done since you were young was fight each other. It’s like it’s all you’ve ever known. And it drives you crazy to see your brother having something else that isn’t revolving around you or your eternal clash with one another. You may be the reason why Dante fights, Vergil, but people like me and Nero and the others are the reason he stays and keeps going.”

Vergil: “His reason to...stay?”

He scoffs that derogatory scoff as if he tasted something foul, turning his head towards the ground at your fear as if he was spitting at it.

Vergil: “That is ridiculous. He is trapped here as much as yourself and me.”

You: “Don’t play dumb with me. You and I both know that it’s only a matter of time before he finds a way out of this hell. Will probably do it in that over-the-top roundabout way he’s so fond of and ride out on a motorcycle. Oh yeah, he should probably thank you for that one.”

Vergil: “Hmph.”

You: “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You shouldn’t be jealous of me. Dante is my friend too. He has a circle that exists outside of you, Vergil. Just because you’re not in tune with your human feelings doesn’t give you the right to take it out on me.”

Vergil: “Jealous of you? ...You’re a fool.”

You: “C-Come again?”

Vergil: “When, at any point, did you come to believe that I’ve held any contempt towards you? Did your V consider his human emotions as weakness?”

You: “N...No. But you’re not-!”

Vergil: “Not- who? Not V, is that what you were going to say? Then let me ask you this.”

He continues his stride to you now until he was right in front of you. Just one more step and his chest would bump right into yours. He is peering down at you now and you can feel the entire weight of his eyes pinning you in place.

Vergil: “Is this not the rhythm of the man you thought lost to you?”

Before you can ask what the hell he was talking about, Vergil pulls you towards him in an embrace that confounded you. His hold was tight and you instinctively tried to worm your way out and curse him but he held you in a way that had your head pressed against his chest. And that’s when you heard it. The erratic beating of his heart. It was the exact same sound of V’s, the exact rhythm that played on the day he told you how much he cared for you...and that he was dying. But this heart was within Vergil who was very much alive and left you with questions of his intent. Questions whose answers was gradually unraveling with each passing moment in his embrace.

Vergil: “I was never jealous of you. I never hated you. Yet you drive me mad...constantly. When I said those words, it was because...”

You hear an almost aggravated sigh on his lips and you wished you were able to see his expression. But the man was bent in keeping you where you are, in his arms. Atop your head was a pressure of what can only be his cheek, his breath casting down in soft, warms huffs. You can practically feel him trying to gather his thoughts.

Vergil: “This is proving to be much more difficult than it needs to be.”

A moment of clarity washes over you and without thinking twice, you wrap your arms around him too, bringing him closer to you. Your ears barely pick up a shark intake of air from his lips.

You: “We have time.”

Against the skin of your forehead, you swear you felt way can only be soft lips. The ends turned upward.

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Encounter With The Vampires (part 1)

Plot: Guilherme is heading to a party held by Baron Ashley Rivers in London, when he loses his way and end up as a prey for a group of vampires from the Caligo family. (Regency AU)

The Encounter Series

Encounter With The Vampires [you are here]

Encounter With A Human

Encounter With The Vampires (part 2)

Encounter With The Witches

Living With A Vampire

Guilherme hated winter in London. The harsh cold wind violently piercing through his skin and hitting his bones, the slippery ice that makes a man look like a drunken fool whenever he attempts to walk on it, and the snow...oh, the snow...what at first glance looks like a pure glistening white landscape, turns into a cold, mushy, abomination that fools the eye’s perception of the ground, resulting in soaked feet and trousers with just one wrong move.

He missed the eternally warm days back home in Brazil, and desperately wanted to go back, but his father had insisted on him having the best education by attending one of the most prestigious universities in London, so he could become a true gentlemen: knowledgeable, well-mannered, and eloquent. All traits fit to one day inherit his family’s coffee plantation.

He hated it. He could care less about his father’s plantation, or his family’s wealth, or even the family name his father so desperately wants him to uphold. No, Guilherme wanted to break free from the materialistic world he felt he was forcibly thrown into, and longed to live a life like his past ancestors, a life in nature, where he could make his own goods, and where he could marry whomever his heart desired, and not because it would be his family’s best interest.

He sighed in aggravation as he looked out at the snowy landscape from the inside of a carriage. As much as he loathed his current state, there was nothing he could do. The only means of escape was through parties his friends would invite him, where he could for once forget about his duties as the future heir of his father’s plantation, and just live his own life with pleasure.

“Are we nearly there yet?” he asked the coachman.

“We should be close!” yelled the coachman from his post. “Baron Ashley Rivers’ house shouldn’t be too far from where we are!”

Guilherme’s eyes wandered back to the window, and he began to observe his surroundings. He had been to his friend Ashley’s manor so many times before, that the path was already familiar to him. However, as the carriage kept on moving, he noticed that the path they were on was completely different from the one he knew.

Instead of a trotted down path between a meadow, the path they were on now was surrounded by thick pine trees, closely knitted against each other, absorbing the very few rays of moonlight from shining through.

It was snowing rather heavily tonight, and Guilherme could only conclude that the coachman made a wrong turn along the way, and led them to an unknown part of the woods. He cursed in portuguese under his breath, regretting on renting a carriage, instead of allowing Baron Ashley to send one of his own carriages to him.

“We are completely lost!” shouted Guilherme to the coachman.

“Oi, watch that tone-a yours!” the coachman yelled back.

Guilherme rolled his eyes in frustration, and demanded the coachman to stop the carriage. It came to an abrupt stop, shaking him inside. He cursed again, and got out of the carriage.

His shoes sunk slightly into the snow, and Guilherme already felt his feet freeze. He moved a bit farther away from the carriage, squinting his eyes to find at least a cottage to help him find his way back to the main road.

“I wouldn’t head out too far if I were ya.” warned the coachman. “There are devils hiding behind these woods...”

Guilherme scoffed and continued his way deep towards the forest, moving farther and farther away from the carriage, until it was completely lost behind the woods.

He trotted through the snow for what he felt like hours, until he arrived at a clearing, and just up ahead he saw a manor. It was very old, probably built a few centuries ago, its paint was nearly faded away, and its bricks were already rotting. There was no light coming from the windows, so either its owners must have been asleep, or the place was abandoned...

Guilherme hoped it wasn’t the latter as he made his way to the front door. He reached about half way towards the manor grounds, when he heard rustling coming from the trees. He looked around but couldn’t see anything, for the snow--which seemed to be falling much harder than before--interfered his line of sight.

He stood for a moment, squinting his eyes as he looked all around him, and when he made sure that everything was fine, he continued towards the entrance.

Then, the rustling continued, and Guilherme quickly spun around, looking frantically at the open space around him.

“Who’s there?!” he shouted, with a tinge of fear, and suddenly he saw a shadow move from the corner of his eye.

He turned and another shadow quickly passed by him in a different direction. He manically turned left to right, trying to catch the shadows that taunted him, until he lost his step and fell head first into the freezing snow.

He looked up, his breathing accelerated as his heart pounded against his chest. He fumbled in the snow as he tried to sit up right, and in front of him stood a tall man, dressed in a dark crimson cloak.

The man was sickly pale, so white that his veins could be seen almost pulsing out of his skin. He looked down upon Guilherme with cold, piercing white eyes, they looked extremely focused upon him, waiting anxiously for an attack.

Guilherme tried to speak, but his voice was nowhere to be found, and at that moment, the ghastly man smiled, and a pair of long, slim fangs revealed themselves, glistening under the moonlight.

At last his voice finally returned to him.

“V-Vampire...” Guilherme choked.

The vampire chuckled, and cocked his head to the side. “Why aren’t you a clever one?”

And he lunged at Guilherme, but only to miss him by an inch, as he threw himself backwards away from the vampire. He turned to run, but the vampire clawed him by the leg. Guilherme cried in pain as he was dragged towards the creature.

“Why are you humans always so squirmish?” the vampire hissed, pinning down Guilherme by his shoulders.

He eyed his neck, and as he was about to bite it, a second cloaked vampire suddenly appeared from his left and tackled him away. Guilherme sat up, and saw the two vampires wrestling against each other.

“Why are you hogging that human to yourself?!” The second vampire gritted through her teeth.

“Because I saw him first!” the first vampire hissed.

“LIAR!” she roared, and clawed her long nails at the vampire’s face. “We BOTH saw him, I deserve a share!”

As the two vampires continued to wrestle with each other, Guilherme slowly crept away from them, looking over his shoulder to make sure they haven’t noticed him flee, but when he finally turned to run, he bumped into a third vampire, and once again he fell to the snowy ground.

The third vampire didn’t look much older than the others, but his eyes--which were also cold and piercing as the first’s--showed that he had lived longer than anyone else there. He clutched Guilherme by his throat, and lifted him up high, his feet dangling a foot away from the ground.

“Lorenza! Jocosa!” the third vampire called out to the wrestling duo.

They both stopped, turning their heads towards him, and in an instant, they pulled away from each other and got up, rubbing the snow off of their cloaks.

“B-Brother!” the first vampire, Jocosa, called out. He stared at his brother for a moment, slightly scared, but his expression immediately changed to a look of respect, and knelt before him, looking down at the snow with much concentration.

Lorenza, the second vampire, still stood in place and stared at the third vampire, with a look of awe mixed with obvious infatuation. She groomed her hair and cloak, and ran up to him.

“Algernon!” she cried. “Your going to make your greedy little brother share the human with me, right?”

Algernon sneered at Lorenza, throwing Guilherme to the ground, making a loud thud. Guilherme choked as he gasped for air.

“We were all hunting,” Algernon growled. “If you two had stopped bickering at each other like small children, you two would have been full by now.”

Lorenza swallowed, taken aback by Algernon’s rude remark. Jocosa, who had stood up, walked over to them, feeling very important.

“I told you we shouldn’t have brought her,” Jocosa remarked. “Women slow down the hunting!”

Lorenza hissed and clawed Jocosa’s face again. “I am the greatest hunter in the family! How dare you utter such atrocity!”

“ENOUGH!” bellowed Algernon, his voice echoed throughout the forest, scaring a flock of birds from a distance. “I should have brought neither of you here!”

As the three vampires were arguing among each other, Guilherme was trying to crawl himself away from them, but he felt weak with each move he made, his throat throbbing in pain from almost being choked to death, and the wounds on his leg stung as he dragged himself through the snow.

But Algernon took notice of Guilherme, and stepped on his ankle, crushing his bones. Guilherme screamed in pain, and was once again dangling in the air by his throat, feeling Algernon’s crushing grip concealing his entire neck.

“And now you two almost made me lose him.” he growled.

For the first time in his life, Guilherme prayed. As he began to see black dots envelope his vision, he prayed for help. He prayed for somebody, anybody, to come save him from being killed at the hands of these vampires.

But as if on cue, a loud shatter of broken glass echoed from behind the manor. The vampires turned to the noise.

“What was that?” Jocosa asked, irritably.

Algernon frowned at the manor, his eyes paying close attention to a singular window high up towards the roof.

“Lorenza,” he called. “Where is your sister?”

“Anastacia?” she asked. “In the manor, she’s forbidden to go outside.”

Algernon breathed heavily through his nose, a look of impatience took over his face, as his eyes locked onto the window. Without breaking his glare, he dropped Guilherme to the ground once more, then faced Lorenza and Jocosa.

“Watch the human.” he demanded, and went around the manor.

Guilherme stared at the falling snow, slipping in and out of unconsciousness, and occasionally he would hear bits and pieces of Lorenza and Jocosa bickering at each other.

The last thing he saw was a silhouette of a young girl in the woods, before everything around him turned to black.

#gui monteiro #anastacia caligo #regency au #my fics #the caligo family

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space-------kid · 4 years

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can’t keep my hands (off you).

Anime/Manga: One Punch Man Pairing: Garou/fem!Reader Additional pairing/characters: platonic Metal Bat/fem!Reader, Zenko, mentions of other heroes such as Saitama, Watchdog Man, etc. Genre: Romance, comedy Warning: Absolute silliness. Language – Garou and reader both ate rainbows for breakfast. Dumbassery. Teeth-rotting fluff, maybe? Reader is hella strong like Saitama. Half-assed spice because you’re good at cockblocking Garou despite being low-key thirsty for him. And LOTS of dumbassery from the reader, most probably. Additional tag: Dream-based fic, canon-divergent, Garou is horny af A/N: This is supposed to be a lengthy one-shot, but I’m a dumbass who can’t keep my word so the supposedly one-shot isn’t a one shot anymore. Now I have to worry how I should properly divide all those parts (I mean, they’re already divided, but–) 😅

You + your fight instinct + beating monsters up = ? Garou: *feeling horny* MY BODY IS FUCKING READY-

Summary:

Your life had its general ups and downs, pros and cons, the good and the bad.

You were admittedly a coward and afraid of being targeted by people for it. Following the advice of your (best) friend you trained hard, like, FUCKING hard, and now you’re blessedly, utterly strong you can take down enemies with just one hit. A good thing, really. Can’t let any bad guy harass you or something.

But-

You were probably cursed with the biggest, baddest of luck. Not only were monsters chasing you, suddenly there was this fucking hot bastard weirdo who kept on calling himself the Hero Hunter. “I’m not a hero, goddamn it!”

i. and ii. | iii. and iv. | v. | vi. | vii. | [tba]

“i can’t keep my

hands

off…!”

- can’t keep my hands off you/simple plan

viii.

You were right about him being a thirsty bastard.

After inadvertently revealing Badd’s identity a week ago, Garou seemed to have doubled his efforts of acting so flirtatiously around you.

The Hero Hunter would come to your house like the usual, whether if he was injured from his hero hunting or not. But if it was the former, then Garou was at a greater advantage of acting on his… strange… interest towards you.

You weren’t exactly pretty or anything. Hell, you didn’t even find yourself containing even the smallest bit of allure or charm. So what exactly did Garou see in you?

Your strength?

Huh. It might be one.

But why did he have to make such perverted advances towards you?

And you were honestly at fault, too. Your attempts to dissuade him were feeble at best, and you couldn’t help feeling flustered which probably egged him on more than it should.

You were out in the city for a supplies run, your search for goods that would meet your standards taking you out of K-City. Badd offered to come with you, but he received an urgent summons from the Hero Association and gave him the task of escorting an executive since news of Garou attacking some freak named Zeimeet put them on high alert.

Huh. So Garou targeted executives from H. A., too? To you, however, it was highly unlikely since he was only after the heroes.

Eh. It’s as if he shared with you all of his plans with regards to his hero hunting. And it’s been days since he went to your humble abode.

Truth be told, you kinda missed the guy…

You were in a cab going in S-City when the road ahead was blasted by an explosion. The driver swerved and stopped just in time before the cab reached the blast before scrambling out of the vehicle and leaving you inside. That jerk.

Heart in your throat, you got out of the car and panicked when fleeing citizens screamed in terror about rampaging monsters. You were about to follow them to the nearest evacuation shelter when something wet and slimy wrapped around your body, yanking you in the opposite direction. You could only take one horrified look at your abductor – some weird blob that resembled a humanoid clump of seaweed – before your world turned black, your fight instinct rising to the surface to ensure your survival.

F̖̜̳̼̏͛͐̈̚͢Ḭ̵̛̦̣͓̣̾̎̎̑̋̊͊͘G̷̛̛͇̮͍̰̒͗̾̌̚͟Ḩ̷̢͚͇̅̇͊̅̆̓̉̎̋͘͟T̸̨̛̗̩͎̞̟̾̿̾̍̾̃̈̓͟

Like the usual, you weren’t aware of your surroundings as your body moved on autopilot, obliterating any monster regardless of their disaster level that crossed your path as you ventured deeper in the city. Both civilians and heroes would openly gawk at you as you intercepted any monster attack and do the heroes’ job for them. Soon enough, the powder blue long-sleeved dress you were wearing was stained with the blood of monsters and you were left walking on foot when your matching flat shoes slipped off your feet sometime after your fight instinct took over.

If you were aware, you would be screaming your head off at how terrified you were of the sudden rampage of monsters. But your conscious mind was blissfully locked in some fantasy it had created which involved a certain Hero Hunter while your fight instinct was having the time of its life killing monsters here and there.

Leaving a trail of monster blood and entrails on your wake, you stopped traveling from roof to roof when your dull eyes caught a silver-haired dude walking away from a beat-up guy wearing a ripped red sweater, bontan pants, and sporting a metal bat. A little girl was stopping the beat-up guy from going after the other teen.

Silver hair, black turtleneck, and loose white pants…

Your fight instinct was familiar with this teen. Wasn’t this the one who attacked you twice and who was with you when your home was almost wrecked by a monster?

Warning signals blared in your mind, alerting your fight instinct of imminent danger. A monster resembling a phoenix flew overhead and you watched as it followed Silver. You tailed it, landing behind the avian beast when it blocked Silver’s path.

“Wha-? Hey, [Name]!” yelled Silver when the dust cleared from the force of your landing. “What are you doing here?”

Your fight instinct perked up at the mention of your identity. Silver knew your name, and your fight instinct was yet again reminded of that one time with the frog-like monster. Was Silver someone your fight instinct should protect, too?

The phoenix monster opened its beak to speak. “You know this human, Hero Hunter?”

The jellyfish resembling a sludge of sewer water chortled at you. “Behehe, maybe we could take her as a hostage, too, as replacement for Metal Bat’s little sister!”

Metal Bat? Little sister?

Images of the beat-up guy and the little girl from earlier flashed in your fight instinct’s mind as your memory supplied it of the two’s identities.

This Metal Bat person was your best friend, and the little girl named Zenko was someone you see as your younger sister.

And, oh. Did Jelly-freak just imply that it had tried to kidnap this Zenko?

T̶̡̗̖̞̻̣̹̻͂̀́́̚H̵̞̺̥̦͍̲̄̀̆̑̆R̩̜̮̫̠̋̅̂̋̈͡ͅE̹͎̘͈̿̒̌̇̑ͅÅ͉̩̪͔̝͆͊̌̀̆͗̽́͝ͅͅT̵̪̥̤̣͖̞̞͉͍̦̉̀̎͗̔̇͘͘.̵̡̪͕̱͇̬͉̥̙̀̉͂̎̉̂̕

̸̧̣̯̠͇̪͛̓͒͑̀̆̇̏ͅ

̴̰̩̳̳̳̞̩̣̇̏͋̓͊̈͢K̶̳̦͉͍̞̆́́̏͗̅̑̊I̴͍̲̞̦̖͛́͒͆̍̿̕͘͞͝Ļ̶̥̩͙͓̻̻͈͉̺̃͂͗̎̀̓̄̓͝L̠̫͚̣͎͛͒̍̓́̀͟͠.̶̢̡̤̯͚̝̬͈̏̈̈́́̋̚

̧̥͓̦̹̙͉͊̏́̎̔͊̏͛͟

̷̧͚̫̬͕̭̤͓̇͊́̉̉͡A̙̳͓̮͈͔̎̒̽͐̾̑́͐͞N̵̙̟̤̣̙͒̓̆͗̀̂ͅǸ̴͔̦͍̫̘̥͉́̍̈̓̎̃̈́͜͞͞Ḯ̡̦͚̫͔̝̝̪̎͆͒͟͡ͅH͇̫̪̪͎̩̒͆͋̊̍Į̵͎̞̜̝͋̓̀̂̂̇̎͊̓͟͠Ĺ̵̢͇͇͙̻̀́̒͗̐̔͜͡͡Ă̸̧̛̙͚̣̰̣͂̑̈̑́͜͠͝ͅT̲̰͉̰͉͓̆͛̀̎̿̒̇̎͐È̢̝͇̞̠̍̔̈́̇̈̚.̣̜͎͉̭̥̦͗͒̉́͜͞

Before any of the other three could blink, you had already crossed the distance between you and Jelly-freak, your hands crushing its liquid body repeatedly. Jelly-freak tried its hardest to reform itself but it was no match for you as your god-like, ferocious strength continuously pounded it to the ground. Your fight instinct assessed any possible weakness that could be exploited and realized that the more of that oil-like substance seep out of Jelly-freak’s body, the harder it was for the monster to regenerate. So beat it up brutally, you did, until all that stuff left Jelly-freak’s body which eventually caused it to die.

“Hedro-Jellyfish!”

Startled by the sudden development, Bird-freak took to the skies before nose-diving straight at you, beak poised to put a hole on your chest.

“[Name]- whatever’s in charge, look out!” Silver shouted in warning, moving to intercept the attack but you were faster. You met the winged monster’s assault head-on and caught its beak with your bare hands.

With a derisive snort, your fight instinct directed your hands into tearing Bird-freak’s beak apart. Taking no heed of the humanoid figure screaming from within the monster’s body, you viciously swung one leg up to crush its internal organs.

Silver’s eyes were on you, but your fight instinct wouldn’t stop until it could no longer sense life emanating from Bird-freak’s body. And so you pummelled your fists brutally against it until nothing but a bloody smear and loose feathers were left.

Satisfied that Bird-freak was well and truly dead, your fight instinct pulled your body away from what was left of the monster.

“W-Whoah… [Name], what the fuck…?”

Lifeless eyes found Silver’s golden eyes sparkling with excitement, a huge, impressed smile on his face.

Garou couldn’t believe his luck at what he had just witnessed.

He was left dissatisfied with his bout against Metal Bat, but thankful enough that his little sister had come to intervene. If that moron’s bat connected with that final attack, Garou was sure that his hero hunting days would be over.

You and Metal Bat sure were compatible as best friends: a little lady who got taken over by her fight instinct that utilized your strength to its full potential and kill anything with one hit and a delinquent who got stronger as his fighting spirit got pumped up. You were weirdos, the both of you.

Insanely strong weirdos.

He wanted to continue the fight, but Metal Bat’s sister – he called her Zenko, right? – had made Garou adhere to some stupid family rule about her older brother promising never to expose her to violence. The little girl’s got guts, kudos to her, and Garou somewhat admired her for it. And so he left, making some half-assed excuse that he had to be doing something else.

Oh, well. His original target was Watchdog Man, anyway.

Without so much as a by your leave, Garou left the siblings with a reminder to Metal Bat that he was lucky to get to live another day.

The Hero Hunter smirked upon remembering your request not to kill your best friend. Guess he had to check that off his mental list, huh? And besides, he was done with Metal Bat. Garou already knew the S-Class hero’s fighting style and how to knock the latter up before his strength could rise due to his so-called fighting spirit.

Garou took a detour the moment he felt eyes on him. He took a side street and arrived just in time to see some sludge-looking freak appear and talked to itself about kidnapping feisty little Zenko. Without hesitation, he struck the monster with enough force that could kill anyone.

Nuh-uh. You ain’t kidnapping little kids. Not on my watch.

Sludge-freak reformed its body, surprising Garou that it had survived the attack just in time for the owner of the second pair of eyes to make itself known.

The bird monster introduced itself as Phoenix Man, telling Garou that he and Sludge-freak weren’t the Hero Hunter’s enemies. The monster even went as far as to praising him for his hero hunting gig and inviting him to join some organization called the Monster Association.

Garou not only showed his indifference by telling the oversized chicken that he wasn’t interested, he also ripped the card it offered him to pieces to emphasize his point.

Did these idiots think that he would join them just because he called himself a monster?

The nerve of these disgusting freaks.

Before Birdbrain nor Sludge-freak could react to the impudence he displayed, something – someone, rather, landed powerfully a few feet behind the avian monster. Garou’s eyes widened with astonishment when the dust cleared to reveal you standing in the middle of the crater, sporting the same expressionless look on your blood-stained face.

Monsters were out and about, rampaging to their black hearts’ content. Why the hell were you out here when you should be staying at home, cowering on your futon and under the sheets?

It was pointless asking why you were out when you gave him no reply, staying silent as Birdbrain asked him if he knew you. But when Sludge-freak opened its mouth to suggest kidnapping you, you were suddenly spurred into action.

Garou himself ought to kill Sludge-freak for even proposing to take you as hostage but you beat him to it. He and Birdbrain could only watch as you obliterate Sludge-freak with your bare fucking hands-

You even beat him in defending you when you met Birdbrain’s offensive head on, beating the crap out of that chicken with your hands still stained by Sludge-freak’s muck.

The way the skirt of your dress flowed as you moved, your [length] hair wet with monster blood, and the blank look on your face while you killed those two…

Fuck. That’s so hot.

Saying that the sight thrilled Garou to the bone was an understatement. Lucky his pants were made loose, or else it would be hard to walk without you seeing the excitement between his legs.

“W-Whoah,” Garou muttered, grinning wickedly. “[Name], what the fuck…?”

He watched as you turned to look at him, gaze dull. You looked as if you were assessing him as you crossed the distance between the two of you, lips parting slightly as if you wanted to speak.

Despite the dead look in your [color] eyes, Garou could see recognition flashing briefly over them.

“[Name], hey. It’s me- oi!” he exclaimed when you ignored what he was saying and started to walk past him. “Where are you going?”

As expected, you offered him no reply. Garou was left walking after you, quietly assessing if you had taken any damage from your fight – albeit one-sided – against those two freaks. So far, he could tell from the mix of green, blue, and red blood on your feet, face, and dress that nothing was yours. You didn’t appear to be minding any sort of injuries, so that was one thing he wouldn’t be worrying about.

Garou halted when he recognized the path you were taking and immediately caught sight of an unconscious Metal Bat, the hero’s little sister sitting on her haunches and poking him on the back. Zenko looked up and saw you and Garou, her eyes widening at the sight of you.

“[Name]-san? Y-You’re covered in blood! Are you okay?” she asked you worriedly, rushing up to meet you. “And it’s the weird man from earlier! Why are you with her?”

The Hero Hunter caught the protectiveness in Zenko’s voice and shot her a cocky smirk. “And why are you still here, runt? Shouldn’t you be calling someone to take your brother to the nearest hospital, considering that I beat him up pretty bad?”

Alright, maybe that was tactless of him, boasting how he beat up your best friend while your fight instinct was still commandeering your body. Your aura shifted from calm and collected to murderous in a fraction of a second, your previously blank expression turning malevolent when you looked at him over your shoulder. Lucky the kid couldn’t see it, though.

Oh, shit.

Was he going to see his life flash before him today?

Before he could take a stance to defend himself should your fight instinct tell you to attack, however, Garou had to mentally scream a command to his body to move and catch you before you hit the ground when your eyes rolled back. He was deaf to Zenko’s frightened call of your name, his focus solely locked on your prone form in his arms.

You looked tired, and it was just what Garou had expected. Maybe you finally had had enough killing monsters today, and tell your fight instinct that there really wasn’t any more reason to go on a rampage.

But the way you looked at him when he made the mistake of bragging his win against Metal Bat was alarming. Garou only ever saw this fighting side of you looking so dull, and to sense and see such protective killing intent in you was nothing short of… terrifying.

And hot, fuck.

Garou ought to beat his raging hormones for even thinking about it. Goddmanit, you very nearly killed him had you not fainted, and all he could think of was how hot it would be to see you try to beat him up?

Damn it. The things you do to him…

Feeling your breath even out as you shifted from unconscious to asleep, Garou hooked his other arm under your knees and turned to Zenko as he lifted you up bridal style. Fuck you for fitting so perfectly in his arms and fuck him, too, for enjoying the feel of your weight. He grabbed the perfect opportunity to clutch a handful of one of your thighs and wasn’t disappointed.

Fucking finally. He’d make sure to do the same once you wake up to see your reaction-

“Hey! Are you groping [Name]-san?!”

Garou blinked and raised a brow at Zenko who was glaring up at him angrily. He clicked his tongue at her and turned around to leave.

“I’m just making sure that she won’t fall off, stupid,” he spat, feeling dumb himself for even making a lame excuse just so the kid would stop accusing him of being a pervert even if he was actually one for you. “Seriously, you should be calling for help now. That giant centipede’s still out there, you know. Got a phone or something? Call an ambulance already!”

“Where are you taking [Name]-san?”

Garou rolled his eyes and turned halfway to look at Zenko. “I’m taking her home, I know where her house is.”

The little girl narrowed her eyes at him in warning.

“If you think I won’t tell Badd onii-chan about this, then you’re totally wrong, mister,” she sassed him. “So, answer me truthfully: What are you planning to do to [Name]-san?”

Garou couldn’t believe the situation he just got himself into. Did he really have to explain himself to this child?

The defiant look Zenko was giving him answered his own question.

“Oi, brat,” he began, carefully adjusting his hold on you when you shuffled slightly in his arms, “[Name] is my friend, alright? If I wanted to hurt her, I would’ve done that so easily! Jeez!”

Garou turned one last time and began the long trek to your home. Well, maybe he should make a stop first at the shack he was staying in a few days ago to fully check on you. He heard Zenko’s faint huff and opted to ignore her as he walked further away.

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to be continued

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etlunainmorte · 4 years

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❄ Three Wishes ❄

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"This,... is no time to be joking around." V was suddenly wide - eyed upon hearing Griffon's statement.

V seriously has no idea what turned him into that of all things in the first place. All he knew was that Avery and Roman were planning for something truly special for the kids in the neighborhood of Swan Lane for Halloween. Ideas were discussed, plans were formulated, even some weird props were bought from the local store.

What happened next was easily the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to the poor, clueless poet.

And that was almost seven weeks ago.

Despite that, V would still cringe from time to time whenever someone reminded him of that. But, it doesn't matter. All he knew was that, in spite of wearing heavy makeup and some form of unspeakable costume, you were there.

You were there.

And he could still remember the moments and every bit of conversation he had with you that day.

It all started when Avery and Roman transformed their mansion into a haunted mansion. Not only that, everyone he knew was commissioned ( not asked or invited ) to show up on that day in their most impressive Halloween costumes. Kyrie and Nero, being the two biggest suckers in the world when it comes to children, graciously accepted, and made costumes of their own. Dante, whose water and electric bills were due on the first of November, reluctantly accepted, and declared that he made a costume that would end all costumes. Nico also answered, and her participation involved effects such as different colored - spot lights, creepy sound effects, and a fog machine. Even Shadow and Griffon were given roles of their own.

And V? Let's just say he has no other choice but to go along with Nico's idea, since he didn't have enough time to buy or make a costume of his own ( unlike Dante, who chose to lie around the shop all day, the poet accepted jobs left and right, even though it pushed him to his limit most of the time ).

They had one job: to scare the children who dared enter the mansion and give rewards to those who could make it to the last room.

And Nico, being Nico, invited you of all people.

"This,... is no time to be joking around." V was suddenly wide - eyed upon hearing Griffon's statement.

"I'm serious here, V! She's already skulkin' 'round the courtyard." Griffon declared, his eyes were as wide as V's. "She'll be here within a few moments!"

Meanwhile, as you walked cautiously about the courtyard that was cutely decorated with skeletons, scarecrows, and graveyards, you felt someone stalking you from behind. You couldn't help but giggle, fully expecting something to jump out of the bushes and try to scare you.

And a few seconds later, as expected, something did jump, not from the bushes, but from one of the Styrofoam tombs. It was brown, it was furry, it has frightening claws, it has yellow eyes,...

... and it was wearing a pair of Fortuna University jerseys with the numbers 007 in it.

"Huh?" The werewolf thing mumbled as he scratched his head in confusion. "Were you even scared?"

"Umm, what are you supposed to be?" You asked the Wolf - man with an apologetic smile.

Nero was able to smile despite the few pounds of makeup and prosthetics on his face and flexed before you, putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest. "I'm Bond. James Bond. Teen Wolf Bond, actually."

"Oh. Okay,..." you nodded. Not wanting to disappoint the young Devil Hunter, you added, "Oh, but, hey! That's a very creative costume!"

"I made it with Kyrie. The idea is mine."

"Well,... I like your creativity. Good job!"

"You do? Hehe, thanks!" If Nero could wag the fake tail that was attached to his bottom, he could very well do it multiple times in happiness after hearing your compliment.

"Go get 'em, Teen Wolf Bond!" You said, saluting him. Nero saluted and went back to where he was hiding to wait for his new victims.

Then, you made your way towards the mansion. Before you could even enter the premises, however, the door opened by itself, allowing you to walk freely and wander about the place.

Hmm, this must be the Artisan, Nico’s idea, you thought as you smiled and accepted the invitation. Nice touch,...

However, even before you could take a few steps inside the room, something jumped from one of the Grecian statues and howled with the full intention of scaring you. But, you didn't. Instead, you felt yourself bursting with muffled laughter at the sight.

With hair severely slicked back using some kind of cheap one - dollar wax, face hilariously pale with pharmacy - grade foundation, and a blue coat done with the worst stitching possible, Dante made quite an impression.

The smile on the Legendary Devil Hunter's face vanished as you finally let out the suppressed laughter that was quite literally killing you.

"That's not the desired response,..." Dante mumbled as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"I told you! No one's gonna get scared with that." Avery, who just came down from the second floor dressed up as Morticia Addams, scolded.

"You're wrong there, señora." Dante retorted. "My brother is the creepiest, most frightening creature I've ever met."

"I'm sorry, who?" You asked through your uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"My brother, Vergil!" Dante proudly announced. "Scariest of the scariest douchebags I know. He's away on a mission right now."

"Well, I'm not scared of him." You answered after catching your breath and finally calming down. "Unless he's a zombie who raids local pharmacies for cosmetics like how you're portraying him, that is. Then, I would definitely get scared. Of the real one."

Dante's pout almost made you hysterical with laughter once more, and before he could further embarrass himself in front of the children who would come and explore the house, Avery stepped in and intervened. "Think of a different strategy. I know you can do it." She said with a mighty tap on Dante's shoulder.

And with a smile, you left the two and headed for one of the rooms on the right. Skipping the life - size portrait of an evil - looking doctor with a moustache ( Avery placed Lancaster's portrait back on its former place for added horrific flair ), you entered what looked like a living room, complete with a sofa, a glass top table, and an old television in front of it. Thinking that the person here could be emulating a scary scene from a popular horror movie, you sat on the sofa and glanced at the television, which was currently only airing some weird static.

With a feeling of sheer anticipation for what's to come, you drummed your fingers on your lap and waited. And a few moments later, you noticed something coming out of the television's screen.

Nice detail, you thought to yourself as you watched a hand pop out of the screen. How are they doing this?

You continued to watch as another arm popped out of the screen, and inch by creepy inch, the lady in white finally managed to come out of the television.

So, she's doing the girl from Ring! You thought as you watched the lady convulse and hiss at you, her rotten face actually doing a good job of unnerving you. She didn't do anything else aside from that, however. She remained where she was, rooted to the ground and convulsing.

And so, as you thanked Nero's girlfriend for doing a marvelous job on her scary prank, you got out of the room just in time to hear some childish screams coming from the great hall.

Dante must've changed strategies now,...

As you were about to leave the hallway, you noticed something blue and shiny on the ground. You grabbed it right away and realized it was an exquisite feather that seemed to glow and cast light to the dark hallway. You looked ahead of you and noticed more of these blue black feathers scattered on the floor, clearly leading towards another room.

Rightfully thinking that this could very well lead to an interesting discovery, you followed the path made of feathers that was made solely for you. Picking the beautiful feathers one by one and collecting them, you felt the temperature in the mansion clearly dropping by the second, and when you reached your destination - a door which was being pointed by that last feather - you heard someone running about on the other side. You even heard some voices, not one but, two.

Smiling and feeling excited, you opened the door,...

... and saw nothing, aside from the three or four bookshelves and the old grand piano in the middle of the room.

Taking a step inside, you cautiously looked around the place, waiting for something to come out and chase you around.

The door closed on its own, and the temperature dropped even further. You closed your parka and took a few more steps. Then, you noticed something on the stool in front of the piano - a steel pot.

Raising your eyebrows, wondering what a steel pot was doing there, you walked towards it, and before you could even grab it, you noticed something that looked like a dishcloth next to it.

A steel pot, and a dishcloth,...

Do they want me to rub this thing clean?!

Rolling your eyes and chuckling at the simple thought, you carefully placed the feathers you collected on a small table nearby ( you wanted to make something out of those ), took the steel pot and the dishcloth and started rubbing it, waiting for something to happen,...

"Oh! Now?" You heard a whisper from behind one of the bookshelves. "Okay, here goes!"

All of a sudden, something like a weak electricity ran through your whole body and startled you, making you drop the steel pot on the floor, and when you bent to pick it up, black smoke rose from it, engulfing it and swallowing it whole.

Where did - ?!

"Greetings, my lady." A low voice spoke. You slowly looked up and saw,...

... that gentleman you met at your cousin's wedding.

Now, who was this man again? Oh! It's V! His name is V. Although,...

... what’s that funny – looking turban doing on top of his head? Why was he standing like that, all proud and mighty, with his arms crossed over his chest?

And, most importantly, why was his skin blue?

"Umm,..." You began, uncertain how to respond. "Y - your steel pot,... I don't know what happened. It seemed so real and - "

"You have set me free from a hundred years of slumber." V spoke in what he hoped to be a mystical kind of tone. "And to show you my gratitude, I shall now grant you,... three wishes."

"W - wait a second here, three wishes?" You asked, finally figuring out what V was supposed to be. "Do you mean to say you're a Genie,... trapped in a steel pot?!"

V felt his face heat up at your words but, due to his heavy blue makeup, he was most definitely certain that you couldn't see through his shame of being a Genie for Halloween. He knew you have every right to laugh at him, to mock him for going through such a foolish thing, however,...

... you only gave him a gentle and understanding smile as if you sensed his discomfort.

And it warmed V's heart.

"Wanna sit down for a while?" You offered, and a few moments later, you were laughing at his stories of how he ended up here doing Avery's bidding once more.

"Stand in a steel pot, she said." V said, his words making you laugh harder. "It'll be fun, she said."

"I'm glad you didn't stand in a steel pot, though." You answered as you gave the man an apologetic look. "One comic relief for a Halloween attraction is enough. We don't need to add another."

V hummed in agreement, not saying any more words to add to the conversation.

For a while, V just sat there beside you, appreciating the quiet and peaceful moment between the two of you. No words were exchanged between you for a while, and yet, despite that, V truly felt at ease next to you.

It was like,...

... he was back during that time when he first met you. Not during the wedding, no, but, way back.

It was right here where he saw you after wandering about in the dark for so long. You played the piano for him, and you even gave him words of encouragement. And those words were the very weapons he used against the evil that once imprisoned the innocent souls here in this mansion for its own gain.

It was also here where he kissed you for the very first time.

And he was well aware that, unfortunately, you couldn't remember a thing about him, only that you knew you have seen him before but, couldn't remember when or where exactly. He confirmed this, himself, when he started observing you from the moment you reunited with him during Avery and Roman's wedding.

And now, as he observed you in the corner of his eye, he noticed the subtle look of sadness in your face. You may have shown him that you were happy and well, when, in fact, you felt the opposite. And it unnerved, no, worried V, a lot.

He desired nothing but your happiness, he didn't need to see anything else but your smile. After everything you've been through in your past life, he knew he must give you what you truly deserved and more. He will give back everything he owed you, for saving him, for making him see the truth in the face of evil, for making him believe that he's strong,...

... for believing in him despite everything.

Right then and there, he made up his mind, and he swore he would never repeat the mistakes of the past.

He vowed that he will make you the happiest woman on earth.

As he stroked the antique locket in his pocket, he turned to you and quietly uttered your name.

"Hmm?"

"Have you thought of them?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Your three wishes." V clarified. "Have you thought of them?"

"Oh! I,..."

V helplessly watched as he saw you fidget on your seat. Did he say too much?

"What I mean is," V added. " ... you've set me free from the confines of the evil steel pot. I feel it is only fitting that I should return the favor."

And to this, you giggled once more. You found it simply cute and adorable that, despite his discomfort in playing the role of the Genie, he still managed to be in character.

Somehow, you felt that he's doing you a kindness you don't deserve. Would it be like taking advantage of his kindness?

"Oh, Mr. V, you don't have to. We're basically just playing trick or treat, right? I mean you don't have to go to so much trouble,..."

"But, I insist." V answered with that disarming smirk of his. Damn, that smile! "And you can call me V. No need for such formalities."

Just like how V felt a few minutes earlier, you felt your face getting hotter with just that killer smile of his. However, unlike him, you're not wearing any makeup, save for some light lipstick and mascara. You could never hide your true feelings from him.

And so, with a sigh, you decided to just play along. "I suppose you will have a negative reaction if I ask you to turn me into a millionaire,..."

"Is it what you truly want? Wealth? Then, I could - "

"No! I mean, I'm only joking." You smiled nervously, feeling shocked after learning that V truly meant his word - that he really wanted to fulfill your three wishes. "It's not what I want."

"Then, please, tell me your deepest desires." V urged, his insistence actually making you a bit nervous and excited for the wrong reasons. “And I shall turn it into reality.”

With a deep sigh, you contemplated on what to say for a while. And when you finally decided on what to truly wish for, you spoke once more.

"Okay, first of all, I want you to have a rest day every once in a while." You noticed the look of question in his face and immediately clarified your statement. "Ah, I didn't mean this in a bad or hard way, believe me! It's just that, I noticed you work too hard, you barely have enough time for yourself. Maybe eat outside or cook something. Have fun with friends. Go to the mall, shop for clothes, or watch movies. Or if you want, you can drop by our house anytime you want and gran and I will prepare something for you. Or maybe, ahh, hang out?"

"Is that," V mused, a look of fascination in his gentle features. " ... an invitation, my lady?"

You swore he could kill you with that sultry voice and that devilish smile of his! You were even positive that you were blushing quite madly and shamelessly right before him. "I g - guess so. Yes."

"Oh, my. How generous of you. Well, then, what about the second wish?"

"Umm, let's see,... I want to," You muttered as you looked up at the Victorian style ceiling. " ... I want to have a proper rest."

"Hmm, and what does the lady mean by those words?"

You smiled guiltily at him. "I’ve been having some difficulty in sleeping for a month now. I just toss and turn around in bed, and I still couldn't sleep."

So, that explains the dark circles underneath her lovely (E/C) eyes,... "That,... must be really,... bothersome,..."

"Oh, you could say that again." You agreed, then sighed as you allowed your posture to slip for a slouch. "I miss those days when I could easily sleep like a child."

V hummed, then, a few moments later, he cleared his throat and went on. "And the third wish?"

"I want to move on."

The words came too fast that it almost slipped past V's radar.

What,... did she mean by those words?

"You,... want to move on?"

"Oh! Ah, scratch that, please. It's a joke, n - nothing too important,..." You stuttered, fully knowing that V would see through your lie.

And see through it, he sure did.

The desire to go out and have fun with friends. The longing to have a peaceful sleep.

And wanting to move on.

He knew, or at least figured out, what was really going on.

With a simple smile, he raised his metal cane that once belonged to Victor Blake ( not William Blake’s descendant ) and gently tapped your head with it. Then, as softly as he could, he raised your chin with his long and slender fingers and made you look him in the eye.

"Your wish,... is my command,..."

After your talk with the mysterious V, the rest of the day went by without so much as a ruckus. The host and hostess Avery and Roman, dressed as Morticia and Gomez Addams, graciously welcomed all the guests at the gate. Almost everyone who visited the house had their photos taken with Nero as the Teen Wolf Bond. However, he was not the most popular Halloween attraction. Dante, who finally made up his mind to chuck out his cheap Vergil cosplay, decided to just throw all pride and pretense aside and simply morphed into his Sin Devil Trigger form to scare people. And he became an instant hit. V declared he was too tired of granting people's wishes as the Genie after your conversation and decided to let Griffon and Shadow ( who only scared and bullied the hell out of the people who made out of Dante's prank without so much as a tear in one eye ) take over as his wish - granting familiars. Nico, who was staying in one of the rooms on the first floor, enjoyed the hell out of frightening people with her awesome effects.

And Kyrie? Apparently, she was stuck in the kitchen, waiting for someone to get lost in there so she could offer them the magical potions she made as a Good Witch.

There never was a Girl From Ring in the first place,...

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❄ Snippets of V and Reader's conversations were based on a real - life conversation with @la-vita . ❄

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #three wishes #v x reader #v x you #prologue

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dylan-o-yumm · 5 years

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Perfect Timing - Chapter 3

I’m so so so sorry this took so long to come out! I don't even have an excuse, I just suck lol. I made it longer to make up for not posting haha

I hope you enjoy this chapter, its more of a Nero x reader chapter with minor mentions of V... also, I hope you guys know that even though this is classified as a Nero x Reader x V story, it is more about the ‘readers’ relationship with Nero.

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You had made it into the large, intimidatingly dark and gloomy Qliphoth. It reeked of blood, even the taste of the air was slightly metallic and coppery, causing you to gag when you first entered. It was like a strange Limbo, all buildings, vehicles and roads torn up and used as the foundation for the squishy, flesh-like texture along the floors, walls and ceilings. Though the ceiling was extremely high up and visible paths stretched across as far as you could see. Some kind of veins were sewn all throughout the fleshy tree, red blood being soaked up and transported throughout the Qliphoth, most likely to the top where Urizen was.

The fact that you had seen what this horrible demon tree was doing to people made you either want to violently throw up or drown in a pool of your own tears. The number of abandoned strollers you’d seen, people turned into husks, children clinging to their parents as all the blood drained from their bodies… it was horrible, unforgivable. As much as Urizen frightened you, you wanted to burn him for what he had done. He didn’t deserve redemption or to achieve his end goal. You and Nero had to stop it all, for the sake of all those lost lives.

As you walked through the Qliphoth, slowly making your way up to the top with your boots sinking into the fleshy ground, you fiddled with your gun strap as you tried to distract your mind, needing to think of something happier than the poor, innocent people who lost their lives. You thought about all the happy memories you made with Nico and Nero over the past few weeks, hoping for them to cheer you up somewhat.

There was one time when the three of you went to a beach for the day, needing a day out doing something other than hunting demons or rebuilding Fortuna. You and Nico were keen for a swim, since the days were getting hotter and hotter as summer neared. You both wore matching bikinis that you had bought together, thinking it would be funny when in reality it was just silly, even Nero shook his head at the two of you before Nico grabbed your hand and started running towards the ocean.

Nico had dragged you into the water and tackled you, right after you mentioned how you didn’t want to get your hair wet. When you came up for air she splashed you as she laughed, causing you to roll up your imaginary sleeves and attempt to tackle her. Nero stayed on the sand, headphones on while he relaxed and either watched you and Nico battle in the ocean, or slept. By the end of the day, he was bright red, having burned easily under the sun. It was at least two weeks before Nico stopped her teasing.

It was a good memory, one that bought a soft smile to your face.

You turned to Nero, wanting to remind him of the cute, little memory and possibly start up a conversation. Though, seeing him strut through the Qliphoth like he owned the place, Blue Rose in hand and a frown on his face, your smile wavered. He was clearly still upset about something, and you had a feeling it had something to do with you. Surely if he was mad at V for whatever reason, he would have cheered up a little bit when the goth went on his own way.

The fact that the silver haired hunter hadn’t even said a word to you since the fight with the Angelo’s, made you frown and start questioning every little thing you had done, wondering what on earth made him mad at you. It was genuinely hard for you to make Nero angry, which made things more confusing. While he was a hothead and would explode at anything and every thing Nico threw his way, he was, for some reason, much more lenient with you.

Times when you would tease him relentlessly, much like Nico would, he would have much more patience with you. Or when you ate his food or took one of his energy drinks, he would get a little pissy, but in the end he didn’t mind all that much. Now, if Nico did such things, he’d have a fit and lecture her, maybe even eat her food as a means to get back at her. Those two were really like siblings, which made you wonder just how much Nero really saw you as a sister.

What really made it confusing was that you had known Nero longer than Nico had, and sometimes he seemed more comfortable around her than he did you. You knew he didn’t hate you or dislike you in any way, since why else would he always want you with him on missions? But it was always a nagging thought in the back of your mind, wondering why he was so much more… shy, flustered around you.

As you were deep in thought, you accidentally tripped over a red vein, stumbling over your feet a little and bumping into Nero’s back. You always were a little clumsy, it was a shock you hadn’t been killed when fighting demons. One misplaced foot at the wrong time would be very bad, yet the worst you had come out with of a battle was a broken ankle. Perhaps Nero was watching out for you more than you had realised, always seeming to be there to catch you before things got too ugly.

Nero didn’t stop walking but slowed down his pace as he turned his head to look back at you. His frown deepened, mumbling something under his breath about watching where you’re going before he turned back and continued on walking at his usual pace. You felt your face drop and your chest tighten at his reaction. No, ‘are you okay?’ or some witty joke about your clumsiness? What the hell had you done to make him so cold towards you?

You didn’t move, watching him continue to walk down, deeper in to the Qliphoth and adding more distance between the two of you. You couldn’t help but worry about what this might mean for your fighting. What was going to happen when a bunch of demons showed their faces and Nero was too mad at you to help you out if things got too hectic? No, no, no! He isn’t like that at all, he wouldn’t willingly let you get hurt because you may have made him upset. He’s too kindhearted to do such a thing.

You knew he’d die before he ever let anything bad happen to you.

Doesn’t explain why he’s so distant and cold towards you at the moment. You had gone through everything in your mind, everything that you had done in the past twenty-four hours that could have possibly put him in this horrible mood. Nothing stuck out, nothing made you wonder if possibly you had insulted him or hurt him in any way. Not even anything you had said to anyone else could have made him this upset with you.

When he turned around and saw that you weren’t following, he tilted his head back and sighed, clearly getting more and more frustrated with you. You couldn’t hear him from where you stood but you were more than certain he muttered something under his breath, probably something about how difficult you’re being. The fact that he was so quick to be angry with you and not ask if you were okay like he usually would, hurt you.

You sighed sadly as you watched him pull the large sword off of his back and stab it harshly into the fleshy flooring. He took one step towards you, still no where near you since he had walked so far away, and raised his arms in a questioning manner before dropping them heavily back to his sides, huffing in annoyance.

“You sure like wasting time, don’t cha?” Nero called out to you, very clearly suggesting that this was something you frequently did. The only other time you may have wasted a few minutes was with V, hell you even suggested wasting more time with him. But it’s not like Nero was there for that, so why was he bringing up such a thing when you were always right along side him?

“Have you forgotten that there’s a demon to kill?” He added, taking another step closer, but raising his voice even louder. You frowned at his attitude, wanting to break down to tears in pure frustration of not understanding why he was being so rude to you. Even if he wasn’t mad at you, there was no reason for him to take his aggression out on you, save that for the demons, or even better, Urizen.

Nero spun on his heel and faced away from you again, shaking his head and running a hand through his short hair. Your frown deepened as you began walking down towards him. Your feet started off dragging along the floor like a stubborn toddler, but soon after began quickening your pace faster and faster until you were running. You had to keep a hand on your swords sheath, as to make sure it wouldn’t slip between your legs and trip you, which had happened a few times.

You caught up to Nero pretty quickly but instead of stopping to walking beside or behind him, you took the opportunity to catch him off guard. Your legs bent at the last second and you pushed off the squishy ground as you launched yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck from behind and legs circling around his waist. Luckily for you, he had taken Red Queen off his back so you didn’t hurt yourself when you surprise attacked him with a piggyback.

Nero stumbled forward slightly from the sheer force and speed of you running and jumping on him, quickly reaching around to place a hand on your back to make sure you didn’t fall off and hurt yourself. He grunted as he stood back up straight, expecting you to slide right off him, but instead you clung to him like a koala on a tree. He bought his hands up to your arms and tried to pry you off him yourself, but there was no way you were letting go, gripping too tight.

“What are you doing? Get — Ugh! Get off!” Nero struggled while you basically hugged his torso with your entire body. Your cheek pressed against his ear, chin digging into the space where his neck and shoulder met, with an angry pout on your face. You were half tempted to bite him, just to shut him up, but you figured letting him give up on his own would be funnier. What was he meant to do? Throw you off him? Your fragile human bones wouldn’t be able to handle being thrown by him, and he knew it.

When he didn’t calm down after a certain amount of time, you decided maybe you should give him a hint as to what you were doing.

“I’m not getting off you until you tell me what I did wrong.” You had to raise your voice a little to make sure he heard you over his own grunts and huffs of annoyance. Only, when you said that, he stopped moving and struggling all together, standing straight and resting his once prying hands, calmly on your wrist, like he wanted you to let go but he couldn’t bring himself to get you off him anymore.

“What?” He asked in a confused voice, still slightly angry but much more calmer than he once was towards you. He turned his head to try and get a better look at you but it was difficult with you being already so close to his face, staring blankly at a vein on the Qliphoth floor since you couldn’t bare yourself to look in his eyes. You felt a little self conscious, having him know that his foul mood put you so on edge. You discovered quickly that you didn’t like it one bit when he was upset with you.

It felt like you had disappointed your big brother.

“Who said you did anything wrong?” He added, which made you now confused. You slid your legs down until you were standing on your own, but you didn’t dare take your arms off of him, that way he couldn’t run off on you and leave all your questions unanswered. You fisted his blue coat in your palms and shook him slightly, lips grazing his ear as you bared your teeth. How dare he… How dare he!

“Your shitty attitude, thats who!” You shouted, causing him to wince as you were so close to his ear, one of his hands coming up to cover said ear as he tried to move away from you out of fear of you yelling again, but you didn’t dare drop your arms. How could he treat you like the scum of the earth for at least an hour, then ask you such a question? He had made you gain a headache from overthinking too much, and now, ‘who said you did anything wrong?’

“Are you telling me you were just being an asshole this whole time for no reason? Nu-uh! I know you, Nero. Something’s up and you’re gonna tell me what it is” You grit your teeth as you keep a hold of his jacket and spin him around to face you, the zipper of his coat digs into your palm but, once again, you don’t dare let go. You stand firmly as you pull him close to you, your face inches from his as you repeat the last five words in a demand for answers.

He looks a little scared, flustered. His cheeks hold a pink tint while his eyes widen at your sudden firmness. You couldn’t help but be angry, maybe you were over reacting a little but it wasn’t like you and Nero got into fights often, so when you did, they tended to seem bigger than they were. However, you couldn’t seem to shake the fact that he supposedly thought he wasn’t treating you any different from what he usually does. Why else would he be so confused at your sudden outrage?

Nero looked a little embarrassed and guilty, like you had just caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. His bright blue eyes contrasted adorably against his reddened face, though you didn’t understand why he was blushing so much. You were pretty close to his face, but it’s not like that mattered since you basically just yelled and scolded him like an angry parent. He must have just been a little embarrassed that you were putting him in his place, since he was the big, cocky, tough guy getting yelled at by a girl.

“I’m… Uh — I just… I’m stressed, y’know?” Nero stumbles over his words as if he’s making them up on the spot, though you know he has to be stressed. He would be something otherworldly if he wasn’t. Though, since he was having trouble meeting your eyes and did his signature nose scratch, made you a little questionable of his answer. The look on your face must have said as much since he decided to elaborate a little.

“With Dante gone and probably dead… having to take down Urizen on my own… There’s just a lot of weight on my shoulders, I guess.” He paused a lot and spoke slowly, like he was making sure every word made sense and gave reason to his shitty attitude, which it did. You completely understood that he would be feeling this way, he had to be so completely lost in this situation. He had taken down many demons, but this was big, maybe bigger than the whole Fortuna incident. This wasn’t some old guy trying to play god… no, this was a psychopath sitting on a throne while thousands of people dried up of their blood for his own power.

With Dante being either dead or gone, it did leave a big impact on not only you, but Nero as well. Sure, you didn’t know Dante that well, but he had helped Nero so much back in Fortuna, having dealt with similar things over many years, this should have been a walk in the park for him. This was a Dante job, and if he got his ass kicked, what the hell were you and Nero meant to do? You were only humans and Nero had one arm! Dante was a half demon who was probably the strongest being you had ever met… and he lost.

With all that being said, you were stressed too. It didn’t mean you decided to be cold and distant with the people you cared about. While you could understand where Nero was coming from, you were still a little suspicious of his answer, wondering if there was another reason behind his attitude. However, you couldn’t hold a grudge against him, this was not the time to be unforgiving. If he was going to change the way he spoke to you and was more mindful of your feelings now, then why should you continue to be upset with him?

“Well, you’re not on your own. I know I’m not as good a fighter as you or Dante, but you’re stuck with me till the end, and I will help in any way I can.” You didn’t know if your words held any weight to the devil hunter, but you needed to at least try to reassure him. Your grip lessened on his coat until your hands finally dropped, gently nudging Nero in the ribs with a half smile.

He seemed a little taken aback by your words, and a little guilty for some reason. He bowed his head and chuckled under his breath, fingers playing with the devil breaker on his right arm awkwardly. His eyes twitched, like they didn’t know what emotion to show, but when he looked back up he seemed apologetic, perhaps maybe realising his previous actions that had hurt you.

“Now we’re wasting time.” You chuckled, accidentally cutting him off from whatever he was about to say. You watched as he gave you a nod and spun on his heel, walking the few steps to where he had stabbed Red Queen into the ground, to yank it out effortlessly and threw it over his back as if it weighed nothing. You followed and fell in line with him, this time walking beside him instead of trailing awkwardly behind, wanting to at least have a conversation while the pair of you made your way up the Hell tree.

You were still a little curious about Nero’s reasoning, figuring there had to be more to why he was so pissy, you had seen him when he’s stressed and while he does get a little snappy, he doesn’t really act like he was towards you. Oh well, you would just have to survive battling Urizen so you can talk it out of him later on. There was no point in dwelling on it now when there was a bigger issue at hand. Plus Nero seemed to relax his facial expressions just in case, so you knew he’d be changing the way he spoke to you.

“Hey, uh — I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.” He apologised as the two of you walked side by side, quickening your pace a little to make up for lost time. He glanced at you once before keeping his eyes forward, either embarrassed, hiding something, or looking out for demons. You figured it was the latter. He was acting so weird, maybe he was just really stressed, the most stressed you’d ever seen him.

You aww over exaggeratedly, almost tripping once again when you stick your hand out, grabbing Nero’s cheek in between your fingers and pinching him like you would a baby… Only much more aggressive and sarcastic. He tries to frown but the smile on his face didn’t go unnoticed by you as he swats your hand away and mutters something about never apologising to you again.

Nero suddenly stops walking and looks up, the expression on your face concerns you and causes you ton look in the same direction. What was it now that wanted to ruin the only nice and wholesome moment you got with Nero? You had been inside the Qliphoth for almost over an hour and there were a lot of demons, which was considered obvious since you were in the tree that was basically their home. However, it wasn’t a demon that you were faced with.

When you looked up, there was a strange tube that twisted and twirled all the way up as far as the eye could see. It was red… no, it appeared red. It was some sort of larger vein, all the blood-filled, smaller veins you had seen on this floor lead straight to whatever this was. All that crimson liquid being soaked up and transported up to Urizen like some sort of blood train. You knew the demon king needed a lot of blood for the fruit or whatever, but this made you feel physically sick.

“Oh, you’re gonna love this…” Nero stated sarcastically, as if reading your mind. He walked up to the base of the tube, which had some kind of opening, if you could call it that. It looked like the inside of a fruit, all squishy and juicy… yeah, you weren’t going to be eating any fruits on this trip. It made you want to throw up, both the look of it and the awful smell with the metallic taste in the air…

You watched with a disturbed look on your face as Nero reached his left hand out and stuck it into the large vein opening, sinking in all the way to his wrist. He didn’t seem fazed as he pulled it back out, covered in blood that he shook off like nothing but water. His fingerless glove was coated in red, the black fabric making it seem a lot darker than it was while his fingertips had blood dripping off onto the ground.

He looked back at you and chuckled at your horrified expression, wiping his hand on the outside of his coat twice. You took one step back, already figuring where this situation was about to go, but Nero was quick to grab your wrist in his once bloodied hand and preventing you from cowering away. The look in his eye didn’t calm your rising heart beat either, a half teasing glint staring back at you as he smirked knowingly, keeping a firm grip on your wrist so you couldn’t back away, no matter how badly you wanted to.

“C’mon, Y/n… Just close your eyes and hold your breath, it’ll be fine!” Nero scoffed as you shook your head repeatedly and tried your best to back away. He was seeming to find a little amusement in your fear, though there was a part of him that felt for you. You could see it in his eyes, how he felt a little sympathetic for you, knowing of your fear of heights and traveling through blood wasn’t the finest of transport. He had noticed your reaction to the smell and taste when you first entered the Qliphoth, so he couldn’t be mad with you reacting this way.

“Hey, I got you. I wont let anything bad happen to you” He stated casually, that damn smirk still teasing you, no matter how much you believed his words. You felt like sobbing as you looked back up, following the huge height of the vein you’d no doubt be traveling through. There was no way you could fall out of it, right? No way you’d be able to fall to your death? You figured you wouldn’t even be able to see since you’d be drowning in blood, but the thought still horrified you.

Nero pulled you close to him, wrapping his devil breaker around your back and pinning you against his chest so you couldn’t move. Your hands were gripping the front of his coat, much like earlier, but this time out of fear instead of anger, burying your face into his chest and squeezing your eyes shut even though nothing was happening yet. Usually Nero smelt quite good, he always used a deodorant that you loved but you couldn’t smell him at all over the stench of blood in the air.

You felt him step forward, pushing you back and you instinctively tried to pull away, not feeling ready enough to do what was about to be done. However, you knew you had to do it sooner rather than later. What did you say earlier about wasting time? The young devil hunter continued to whisper comforting words and noises in your ear that you couldn’t quite pay attention too, the sound of pumping blood flowing through the tube was too loud as you got closer and closer it.

Nero’s devil breaker pressed firmly against the centre of your back, keeping you as close as possible to him, you cracked one eye open to peek at what he was doing. His human hand was reaching out once again, this time instead of just sticking it inside the vein out of curiosity, he did his best to pry the squishy, blood-soaked entrance open.

Out of panic, you quickly let go of his coat and slid your arms around his waist, as an attempt to be able to hold him better, even though you were sure his grip on you would be more than enough. Your hands snaked under his coat, as if the layer of clothing would somehow keep you locked onto him, you might as well have put your arms through the sleeves along with Nero’s just for safe measure. You were certain your grip on him had to be painful for him, but as he pried the opening even wider to squeeze the both of you inside, you couldn’t bear yourself to lessen your grip.

Nero told you to take a deep breath, giving you approximately two-seconds to suck in as much air as you could before he was slipping the both of you into the vein. You made sure your eyes were squeezed shut and your lips sealed tight so no blood could suffocate or blind you. Nero’s devil breaker squeezed you tighter and made your heartbeat increase, fearing something bad was happening, but as his other arm came to wrap around you, your bodies being sucked into the tube, you relaxed a little as you felt his strong hold on you.

The feeling of being sucked up, through the squishy walls, nothing but thick blood filling your nostrils and coating your entire body, wasn’t exactly what you’d call pleasant. It was like diving into a bath of jelly, only to be sucked up by the drain when the plug is taken out. The only thing you managed to be thankful for was that it wasn’t hurting you in any way, it was actually kind of soothing, like a massage. However, knowing that you were practically swimming in thousands of other peoples blood made you more than nauseous.

Nero kept his tight hold on you, burying his face down, in your hair. You kept your face pressed into his chest, though it didn’t do anything to keep the blood from covering your pores and blocking your nose. Once you began to struggle for air, you had to blow little by little, the air you had sucked in out through your nose, giving you a little extra time to not drown in the thick blood.

Just as you felt like you were going to have to let out the last of your air, you were suddenly spat out, no longer feeling like you were suffocating or stuck in a tight space. You yelped as you and Nero came crashing onto yet another fleshy floor, your knees brushed the ground before Nero had steadied the both of you, keeping on top of him while he landed on his back, breaking your fall and grunting heavily as your added weight only made him hurt himself more.

You groaned as you pried your hands out from under his back and out of his coat. Nero blinked repeatedly to get the blood odd his lashes, staring down at you with an innocently startled looking expression, like he hadn’t expected traveling through the vein to feel like it did. You placed your hands on either side of his head and lifted your body off of his, giving him a little space to gain some of the air back in his lungs while you kept your lips tightly shut.

Nero looked up at you, eyes darting all over your face, lingering on your lips a little longer than the rest, probably for the same reason you were keeping them shut, because you were covered in many different peoples blood and didn’t want to taste any of it. You must’ve looked absolutely disgusting, and you felt like throwing up, though you could hold it in so you wouldn’t puke all over your friend.

Nero looked just as gross as you did, not a spec of his pale skin showing through all the red, like he had dumped a bucket of red paint all over himself. His hair was no longer white, his eyebrows and lashes tinted a bright crimson colour just like the rest of him, even his clothes were all red, apart from his coat that was very, very slowly dripping blood off and showing a few blue patched here and there.

You couldn’t move, unable to stand up since your legs were so shaky. Even though you couldn’t see over any edges, you knew you were really high up, the thought of the squishy platform you were now dumped on somehow collapsing entered your mind and you had a hard time trying to shake it away. Nero seemed to sense your nervous and fearful stare, letting his hands drop from your back to pat his coat quickly and repeatedly.

You didn’t have time to question what he was doing, or to even register what he was doing since you were so scared, before he had seemingly wiped his hand clean somehow, bringing his gloved hand up to your mouth to swipe the back of his palm over your lips. You let out a shaky breath as you finally let your lips part, the blood dripping from your lips being cleaned away by Nero’s hand.

He didn’t stop there however, as he dabbed his hand on his coat again to get rid of the blood he had just gathered to then come back up and wipe over your lips again. You watched his face as he did so, feeling yourself grow more and more comfortable where you were, no longer fearing how hight up you were as you noticed how blue his eyes looked against all the red covering his face. He looked oddly handsome, considering he was drenched in innocent peoples blood.

“You can breathe now” He teased, smirking faintly as he repeated the pattern of cleaning off his hand to then come up and wipe clean your face. All jokes aside, you felt like you finally could breathe, feeling like you were suffocating under all that blood. You wanted to help him as well, clean his face for him maybe, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to move and your hands were still gross.

“You’ve got… something on your face” You tease back breathlessly, smiling softly. You snap your mouth shut quickly though when Nero accidentally swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. He seemed unfazed by it, though he could have been blushing and you just couldn’t see it under all the blood. However, it felt oddly sexual to have that one little action happen between you both. He had never even touched your lips before, why would he? You were surprised how fast your heartbeat picked up at the little action though.

“Yeah, no shit. You’re just about clean though. Well… your face anyway, the rest of you is nasty” Nero takes a glance down your body with a teasing smirk, making you only now realise you’re still hovering over him, making your cheeks flush red. You prayed to whatever god that Nero would simply think the blood had stained your face a little instead of you being flustered, or you’d never live it down.

“You’re an ass” You grunted as you forced yourself up off him, pushing yourself to sit back on your knees beside him. He sat up after you with a groan and began wiping his face. However, he must have been playing gentle with you since it only took him two long swipes down either side of his face before he was deemed clean enough. Once he was done, he glanced at you without his cocky smirk for once, seeming a little worried about your current state.

“I’m okay. Just… heights, you know?” You stated before he even had the chance to ask you how you were doing. He simply replied with a nod, pulling himself up to stand before he came to you and extended his hand. You took his hand without question, letting him pull you up onto your feet, you were a little wobbly from the ride up but you managed to keep your footing and not fall back over.

“Lets just keep your mind off it, yeah?” Nero suggested, tugging your hand as he began to walk, only dropping your hand when he was sure you were following him. You fell into step beside him, nodding at his suggestion and trying to find something to talk about to keep yourself distracted. You oddly enough found yourself thinking about V, replaying everything that the two of you went through what was only hours ago but seemed like days.

The poet seemed to change a little when he spotted the burnt house on the hill, offering to travel on his own while he went to find the devil sword Sparda. You couldn’t help but worry for his safety, not only was he now on his own (apart from his summons), but now, said summons would be worn out because of the fight with the Angelos. Or at least, thats what your worried mind told yourself, deep down you knew they’d be fully charged up by now and V was most likely safe and sound… As safe and sound one could be in a demon infested town.

You kept up the pace beside Nero as you bowed your head in thought. You were no longer scared, or you were but you were doing a good job at distracting yourself from how hight up you were. Nero didn’t talk as he was waiting for you to bring up a topic, knowing you were already thinking and possibly about to talk at any second. You knew his way of distracting you would be talking about something he saw in a gun magazine or what happened on one of the tv shows he likes. Which you figured, he probably thought all those topics were unimportant at the moment considering what you were on your way to do.

You didn’t mind what he bought up, as long as it kept you somewhat focused enough to be able to fight demons without fearing any move you pulled would make you fall of the edge of the platform and to your death. However, you seemed suddenly very concerned for V, unable to shake him out of your mind. You were so caught up in Nero’s attitude this whole time, using all your time thinking about what you had done wrong, that you were a little too distracted to think about the beautiful goth.

“I hope V’s okay…” You blurted, the words having bounced around your mind so many times you figured you better just say them. Once they left your lips, you felt a little stupid because, of course he’s okay! He wasn’t helpless, he was more than capable of fending off demons, especially with the help of Griffon, Shadow and Nightmare. Perhaps it was just because his fighting style was a little different from what you’re used to, having seen Nero and Dante fight the same — though with much more style and flare — as you.

Nero turned his head to look at you with a frown which made you a little shocked. Did he have a problem with V? You thought back to when the three of you were walking down towards the theatre and how Nero refused to walk alongside the poet. Did something happen between them that you didn’t know about? V didn’t mention anything, and he didn’t seem any different towards the hunter, so why was Nero so… angered almost, when you’d mention the raven haired male.

“I forgot to tell you! We almost kissed” You blurted, having just completed wiped your previous thought of Nero disliking the poet, to tell him what had been nagging you in the back of your mind ever since it happened. As soon as the words escaped your lips, you felt butterflies in your stomach, those same feeling returning to you when V was pressing you against the train station wall. You bit your lip as you relived it in your mind.

Nero tensed up a little and you thought you might have given him too much detail for something he didn’t care much for. However, he was your best friend so he had to deal with all the boy talk since Nico wasn’t there to listen instead. You needed to get it off of your chest and have some insight from another persons point of view, and Nero might not have wanted to be that person but after the shit he had put you through today, consider it as his punishment.

Before you could even think to change the subject, not actually wanting to make Nero uncomfortable, he surprised you by adding onto the topic.

“Almost, as in, you didn’t?” He asked, tone a little lower than usual but you figured he was just being nice, thinking that you had chosen this topic as your distraction so therefore he had to go along with it. However, you were like a lovesick puppy who’d turn into a flustered mess when given any chance to talk about the beautiful poet. You couldn’t help it, you had helplessly fallen for his charm, not that you cared though.

You didn’t mind admitting that you were slowly but surely developing feelings for V, feelings that fell beyond just friendship. His voice would make your heart flutter, his green eyes were enough to put a whole bunch of butterflies in your stomach, and his overall kindness never failed to make you smile. He was just a beautiful man who you’d happily share your life with if given the chance. Maybe a simple date would be better to start off with, something to look forward to after all this mess is cleaned up.

You caught yourself smiling just from thinking about him, and so did Nero. Your eyes met his and you felt a blush take over your entire face. You couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking, but he didn’t exactly look thrilled. You shook your head and wiped the goofy smile off your face, lacing your fingers behind your back as you pretended you weren’t just daydreaming about V passionately kissing you like he should have in that train station.

“Nah, Griffon kinda interrupted us” You explain, cursing under your breath at the demon bird. Nero scoffed at that lightly before scratching the back of his head awkwardly, like he didn’t know what to say next. He kept glancing sideways at you, you could feel his eyes on you, burning a hole into the side of your face. You knew he wanted to say something, you had been around him long enough to know when he wanted to get something off his chest but was too worried or shy for whatever reason. He probably just wanted to give you the ‘big brother’ talk, wanting you to be safe in a relationship.

However, nothing was bought up as the pair of you made it up a small hill of squishy flesh, standing at the top and peering down to see a destroyed payphone. Did it still work? Half of it was still standing, it looked like the top had been burnt off by a dragon or something. Nero didn’t seem to notice it as he kept peeking at the side of your face then awkwardly averting his eyes to the ground or his shoes.

“Hey, look… Think it still works?” You softly whack his still bloody bicep with the back of your hand before pointing towards the phone, grabbing his attention. He didn’t say anything as he frowns, keeping his eyes on the burnt red metal protecting the small black phone inside. Nero jogs down the slope and you follow behind him, almost tripping over your own feet and stumbling into his back. You have no idea how you’ve made it this far without tripping and falling off the edge of the Qliphoth, no need to be pushed, your clumsy feet will do the trick.

You stood beside Nero as he stepped into the broken phone booth, watching as he picked the phone up, placed a coin in the slot and began to dial the familiar phone number while you leaned against the side. He turned and raised his eyebrows at you as if to say he was surprised to hear it ringing, even you could hear when Nico picked up, her southern drawl practically echoing from the phone and into the wide open area.

Nero talked to the Artisan for a total of two-seconds before he hung up on her, or she hung up on him, you weren’t quite sure. He placed the phone back down and came to stand on the other side of you, crossing his arms and staring off into the distance, as if that was the direction he was guessing Nico would come from. You didn’t know that you’d end up playing the waiting game, having expected Nico to arrive quickly, like always. But the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes into half an hour.

You ended up sitting down and taking off your bloodied jacket, shaking it out and using whatever clean patch you could find on it to wipe the blood from your neck, hands and wherever on your face that Nero missed. The devil hunter ended up dozing off while reading a magazine that just so happened to be inside the broken phone booth, using the open pages as a cover for his eyes. You decided to be nice and use your jacket to help clean him up as well, whipping blood off of any patch of his skin before delicately wiping down his devil breaker and getting into all the gears and joints. He didn’t even seem to notice what you were doing as he faintly snored and mumbled in his sleep.

The rumbling of a car engine and a horn hoking grabbed your attention and pulled Nero from his sleep. The two of you stood to your feet, you having to tap Nero’s arm a few times to make sure he wasn’t half asleep so he wouldn’t get hit by the van considering Nico’s insane driving. The fact that you could see her through the windshield, casually waving her hand as if to tell you to get out of the way, made you worry for the sleepy hunter just a tad.

Luckily he was awake enough to spot Nico and actually be the one to pull you aside and out of harms way. The van’s wheels screeched as it sped past you and circled around to dodge you, coming to a sudden stop that would make you jolt out of your seat if your were inside. You ignored how the fleshy ground squished under the tires, ignoring the disturbing sound and the gross look of tire prints in etched in the pink flooring. You hated this place so much.

“What can I do for ya, asshole?” Nico puffed smoke from her cigarette as she stuck her head outside the window to smirk at Nero. The hunter simply huffed at her ability to quickly insult much like a sibling would before he walked around the other side of the van to hop inside. He must have wanted to get more devil breakers since he only had the one left after fighting a bunch of demons when you first came into the Qliphoth, none left hanging off his belt.

Nico winked at you and you crossed your arms, giving her a smirk. She sure was a sight for sore eyes, a familiar and welcome presence that you really needed after such a scarring time you’d had for the past hour or so in the demonic tree. You stepped up to the van and reached up to place a hand on the arm she had resting on the windowsill, if the van wasn’t so tall you’d reach up to give her a kiss on the cheek, but there was no way you’d be able to reach.

“How’s my favourite lethal artisan?” You ask, ignoring as she glances down your body and grimaces at all the blood staining your clothing and hair. You had to look absolutely disgusting right now. You heard Nero making a lot of noise in the back of the van, making you wonder what he was up to since he very clearly wasn’t just picking new arms. Your focus was bought back to Nico when she raised her eyebrows and bit her lip, earning a smile form you since you knew exactly what she was thinking.

“You flirtin’ with me?” She asks in a mocking tone, while she over exaggeratedly twirls her hair and puckers her lips for you. You chuckle and slip your hand off of her, bringing your fingertips to your lips which you kiss and blow to her. She clutches her chest and fakes a swoon, slumping back in the drivers seat as you begin to walk away, around the van so you can go inside to see whatever Nero is doing.

“You wish” You call out before you get to the other side of the van. A sudden beep of the horn causes you to jump and almost fall over as your heart beat rises in surprise. You turn to see Nico through the windshield, laughing her ass off like a misbehaved five year old who just pulled a prank on their parent. You shake your head at her and stomp your foot as you pretend your heart almost didn’t just jump out of your chest, continuing to walk around the van and walk through the already open door.

“Yo, Nico! Get over here and help me” Nero shouts, a little angrily. He must not have woken up in a good mood? You close the door behind you and take a seat on the small couch, resting your hands on the table while you glance into the back of the vehicle to see what Nero’s doing. Nico walked past you and pulled a face as she yelled back at the hunter, telling him to calm his tits. You chuckled and waiting for them to deal with whatever it was that needed to be dealt with.

It got rather quiet quickly, the loud banter and thrown insults died down and suddenly all you could hear were hushed whispers. Nico began to raise her voice and Nero instantly shushed her, she sounded angry… Whats going on? Whatever it was, was it something Nero just wasn’t comfortable telling you? If that was the case, you didn’t want to go sticking your nose in where it should be. But, if Nico was seemingly angry at what he was telling her… Was he bitching about you?

Nero was acting so weird… Had you done something now to piss him off and he was telling Nico how much you annoyed him? Surely not, Nero isn’t like that and he was completely fine with you the whole time after you pulled him up for being an asshole towards you. There was a chance they possibly weren’t even talking about you, maybe they were talking about V and didn’t want you to hear because you were getting closer and closer to him? So, where they bitching about V?

“Nero, we good to go?” You asked, feeling your stomach twist at the thought of your two best friends either shaming you behind your back or V. Neither were fair. However, you knew and loved them both so much that you knew they wouldn’t be doing such a thing. But what else would they be talking about that you wouldn’t be able to hear? Nero was fairly open with you, so having him seemingly talk behind your back, made it feel like you were being stabbed instead.

“Yeah, just a second” Nero replied in a huffy tone, making you realise he was mad or upset for sure. Theres silence for a few seconds and you look back to see Nero staring pleadingly at Nico who looks pretty pissed off. She huffs and points aggressively in his face before stomping off, disappearing behind the bathroom wall over where she keeps her nail polishes and books. You keep watching, hoping to see what she’s doing, but your eyes meet Nero’s.

He doesn’t look angry when he sees you. His eyes look sad almost, or guilty. What is he up to? You furrow your brows and raise a hand with a shrug, silently asking him what he’s doing. Instead of answering you or even acknowledging you, he frowns, not at you but at himself before he tears his eyes off you and disappears behind the wall with Nico. Theres a few more hushed whispers and you feel yourself shrinking into your seat.

Confused, sad and a little angry. That pretty much sums up what you’re feeling right now. Theres no way Nero was stupid enough to think you just couldn’t hear them whispering and… plotting it sounded like. He very well knew you thought something was up.

When they came around the corner together seconds later, you couldn’t even bring yourself to smile and pretend you hadn’t just been trying to eavesdrop on their obvious banter about something either about you or something that would hurt you if you found out. At least that what you figured was going on, they weren’t the type of people to exclude or talk shit behind someones back.

No one said a word as Nero came to stand in front of you, Nico stood with her arms crossed behind him, scowl on her face as she leaned on the bathroom door. That look wasn’t at you was it? No, she seemed to be upset with Nero. Nero looked like was about to do or say something he didn’t want to, which is what was confusing you. His eyes couldn’t meet yours, for some reason he kept looking at his devil breaker, watching it as it rose ever so slightly to come at brush against your fingertips.

“What’s going on?” You finally asked, only to be ignored by the both of them. Nero kept pushing his hand until he could wrap his metal fingers around yours, holding your hand as if he was about to tell you something upsetting or confess his love, the latter would never happen but it showed how out of place this situation felt to you. You couldn’t help but close your hand around his, squeezing the hard metal as if to tell him to open up and confess whatever he was doing, only when you realised he wouldn’t be able to feel you, you suddenly felt stupid.

“Don’t let her out, Nico” was the first thing Nero said before he flipped his hand in yours, gripping your wrist in a tight grasp. You furrowed your brows, only now noticing that his human hand was hidden behind his back, clearly hiding something. You tried to say something, anything, but as he revealed his hand to show thick, heavy handcuffs, you could only stutter. You tried to fight Nero, pulling away as hard as you could but he was simply too strong.

The handcuffs were for demons, something so strong that they wouldn’t be able to break out of, not even Dante could. Nico had whipped them up one day, having used a variety of materials that you had never even heard of before, but it seemed to work as the three of you tested them out on Dante. He couldn’t get free, so there was no chance you could either, you were merely human.

Nero bent down as he captured one of your hands in the cuff, clicking it in place tightly while you already felt it digging into your skin from pulling back so hard. Why was he doing this? Did he not want you to come with him that bad? Was that what he was telling Nico? Why was she just standing there and letting this happen? Your blood was boiling as you yelled and kicked and did everything in your power to get free. Nero crouched down, seemingly unfazed by your attempts as he clasped the other cuff around the leg of the table, keeping you locked inside the van.

“NERO! You can’t do this!” You yelled loudly, using your free hand to grab his coat and keep him from leaving. What was he going to do, fight Urizen on his own? He would probably be able too but you wanted to help, needed to help him! You didn’t come all this way just to be locked away when you were at the final goal of your mission. You had to make Urizen pay, make him suffer for all the lives he had taken and used for his own selfish gain.

“We’re supposed to be a team! LET ME HELP!” You kept yelling. If Nero goes on his own, what if he dies? What if Dante isn’t there to help him like you had been hoping? Nero’s strong but you hadn’t seen Urizen or what he’s capable of, so if he could so easily defeat Dante, then you didn’t have much hope for Nero. You couldn’t let him go on his own and possibly never — oh god! What if this is the last time you see him?

Nero gripped your hand that was almost tearing his jacket, holding it gently but forcibly prying your fingers open so he could slip free. His eyes met yours and you felt angry tears threaten to spill down your cheeks, he looked so hurt and guilty but you didn’t care. He should at least give you a chance to fight the demon king, what was the point of coming all this way if he didn’t? He needed all the help he could get, even from a human like yourself.

He didn’t say anything as he slipped past you, opening the door and quickly closing it behind him so you couldn’t grab him again. It didn’t stop you from punching and kicking the door hard enough to leave a dent and bloody your knuckles. You turned to Nico, pleading her to let you go, but you could tell she wouldn’t because she couldn’t even meet your eyes. She looked just as guilty, if not more, than Nero. She knew what you were capable of and probably wanted you out there helping Nero, thats why she was getting mad at him moments prior, but Nero seemed set of his decision to keep you locked up.

How long had he been planing this? Was he just keeping you along for the ride, wanting a buddy to talk to while he sorted out the lower class demons, something you could handle, just to show off that he could take on the big one on his own? Was that what this was? Some crazy power trip for him?

Nero spoke up once more, making you freeze as you had thought he had already left, but his words made you question everything you had just thought.

“I’m sorry, Y/n but I can’t have you dying on me” He stated firmly through the door before you heard his footsteps grow softer and softer the further he got away until you couldn’t hear them at all.

This was his way of protecting you.

Look at the shit I do just so I don’t have to write fight scenes lol

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koth chwa eeh garbage, place gravel boom ya door/window, fence, table or gate

All placed in City garbage dude as all explained below

Cat feces makes Nikel when placed in the above in boom process

Broken glass or bristle container pieces as well as white flower petals or gravel makes stainless steel and even in sewer water dude

White guava, Dog feces, cassava or sweet potato makes aluminum wares as drinking water bottles and mugs dude as well as thermos and water coolers.

Okwaju as tamarind seeds makes stainless steal ware as well as doors or windows or gates as show below or orange, lemon, guava seeds when placed dude.

Okwaju juice or Lion feces makes even iron ware as doors or windows when placed in the above.

Cheater feces makes lithium and sodium periodic table elements as much as other cat/dog family animal feces makes others i know not as u cant keep on try many people to come out with the results.

Used drinking water bottles are made out of flower inserted in sewer water and when inserted in garbage makes even aluminum ware as much as broken glass pieces dude as Drinking bottles and cooking pots homey. Broken bulbs as well does the same job when placed in garbage.

Cobblers glue, cut tire pieces or worn out slippers when placed in the above or sewer water makes the modern day women saddles like masai walks with in Kenya. 4 good results u placed alongside hay or stones made out of garbage dude or dark smoke fumes bro

Writing pads or writing papers makes steal ware as drinking bottles dude.

Inside of the pencil when placed in the above makes black diamond pieces as can be used in place of armored glass or gravel as its the hardest known substance on earth dude, or even auto-mobiles and many machines like hospital equipment dude.

Lion bones or made gravel placed in the above makes Big Rockets like the N-korean 1 dude

1 Piece of uvula placed in the above or any solution as dough or fruits makes Lamborghini car sport car and its utility bro while 2 makes like Range rover SUV cars while 3 makes limousines while like 10 makes long truck as trelas while 11 such pieces makes airplanes and drones, 15 makes rockets and more dude and even ripe whole peeled banana

Yesterday that white man walking with Dogs in Arafat furniture shop at lolwe made like more than 100 missiles and grenade launchers as guns within a tinkle of an eye dude as the raw material was readily available as sample of lolwe households were told to hide/keep their 1 week garbage 4 that work where many where give like 1 of the above to hide in their houses as some went to barren lands around and hid them underground as bury them as much as in the compounds 4 detectives not to unearth the same dude

Far from the above truths other Ugandans around as much as many tourists have made the same above here in East Africa and at agreed time/hour hurl the same on banks and police stations as much as those on vans on the road to create a next volatile state and steal money from such all country banks. As in a war can kill all people who can be corpse and all the army men, Govt can not manage people or overwhelm people who have known how to make machinery as above, with time they will kill all army men like with nucleus bomb, card-boards written with words inserted in garbage and the below inserted as water lilies or coconut stick broom and boom ya bomb bro, unless every1 goes to his land and dialogue given chance is when turmoil can stop dude.

Talk to the devil as in making machines in boom process to give you the map of all planets as with life as well, bearing from earth cities and distance dude. How can the white man know such distances when he has not reached such places dude, daytime lie bro, devil works bro.

Straight city paths as compared to curved town path as of Africa makes you dull and mundane in bed reason why many prefer Africa as not most developed cities as it improves their sex life, much greater sexual appetite and satisfaction than straight roads of most cities as planned cities.

When u place carrot, sausages made out of carrot or catapult Y shaped stick in garbage makes even saucer jets as synonymous with Russian made 1 as u can google both in the boom process.

Angel Gabriel signaling angels about judging facts to take Back to Mr. Hindu was hurled down as in revelation and Peter the rock resumed/took his position as in the links below dude

https://biblehub.com/revelation/12-9.htm

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=judgement+of+jesus+in+heaven

When u place maize cob in Garbage like 4 the whole estate and place the above makes even E-air-plane both in the boom process as in the link below dude

https://www.bing.com/images/search?q=electric+passenger+airplane+images&qpvt=electric+passanger+airplane+images&form=IGRE&first=1&scenario=ImageBasicHover&cw=1117&ch=639

Made in Uganda car and plane in the links below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_wjymu4dW4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23NCVy04iV0

https://www.wired.com/2013/08/electric-airplane-for-sale/

India airplane link as well get a glimpse of what’s in other links below

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-india-41813389

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCyymbjzmmc

https://www.wired.com/2007/10/nigerian-studen/https://www.wired.com/2007/10/nigerian-studen/

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Uganda can be the African richest nation as the best attract you car or gadgets then grab ya mind then suddenly makes u leave the gadget and search 4 the owner is made out of Jack-fruit as Mfenesi in the boom process, not dull or bright but not even cool, falling less of than being cool dude and world nations where such are grown as they can import such, when mixed with rye gives not all that bright machine and that’s its utility, what a perfect combination as synonymous with mercedez cars and u can mix jack-fruit of equal percentage with any fruit, hay, used tires, bottles or chaff used to make gadgets in the boom process. Click the links below 4 more. Jack-fruit as well can be made much in the boom process but her gadgets not the same as of grown 1

https://www.worldatlas.com/articles/world-leaders-in-jackfruit-production.html

https://edis.ifas.ufl.edu/pdffiles/MG/MG37000.pdf

https://smartfarmerkenya.com/4754-2/

https://www.ajfand.net/Volume19/No2/Balamaze17290.pdf

Its 2 fold, u belittle 1 yet he has refused ya gay maneuvers which are well known and nothing pegged on me is bad as guilt whatsoever, if at all i could have died a sibling u could not have learnt automation as Kenya and the rest of poor world could be like in the 80′s dude. Now u talk kinda, pointing 1 but afraid as ya dubious deal faulted meaning i have worn my part as the war. Even if u say i got no money or was crying, the fact remains what u wanted as with jew/Egyptian long dead dude, no immigration of the Negros into ya nation as it more poor than rich than u thought dude. Better that way bro, and on ya side u stop wanting my food even wanting to ambush me on the roads. Selling artificial oil, gas, foods and exhuming caskets long gone even opening shops 4 petty theft and even illicit money online that u use to get those women u want. They fear as they can be attacked with other nations the belittled and at the same time have gotten leverage of making gadget so confident of the future not to get into the hard life they lived 20years back. They wanna get to 1 country yet those in their sphere they mistreat as above, so them also to take heed in other peoples nation. Scratch my back i scratch yours lets u r annihilated to be animals not human beings dude

Wanting all free from me but not even a single from them and that can not happen and they have gotten it dude. Kenya will never be rich than even SA and u got it dude and it hurts cause have waiting 4 along time. Charles Darwin theories hoax as Judgement and Hell found along Chicago Ave Minneapolis, MN. Me i have rewritten books as dismissed many laws many have studied in books without rest, waking up at night to master them as lies and u have submitted to the same and so fellows who is great, me or u? With ya u only abuse me in circles which do not gain international accreditation b4 u realize that am above ya to plan my ambush or claim that am of ya tribe yet we got DNA dude. U can be all killed and Nyanza and luo dialect remains with me to dispose it bro. Whats the hoot dude, even after ya death and having received formalin injection if u repent when people hear or record to post on YouTube, Fb or any social media fraternity 4 people to retrieve and hear u find ya way to heaven, so Mr Hindu we know clearly the remedy to what u r championing dude, so better stop. If u say the truck with belt water pump that harbor Ae technology is just made while other knows about it when it started operation then what u have been saying on people as seeing in ya eye are all lies pegged on the above case, so stop dude and accept triumph Mr Hindu, stop wanting my food again yet previously u belittled me, meaning u r insane to get by as the gimmick maybe dude. People also transfigure to images of others to implicate ya dude. Koth/seed mar chwa/okwaju treats aids dude, Nyamau fresh mouth herb can be made much as the leaves or roots as well as stem in the boom process by placing coconut African broom stick, pineapple, carrot, pumpkin, water lilies, charcoal water, orange fruit outer peel or sweet potato both in the boom process and with any food to be made much artificially dude. No worry in Africa dude when the above learnt as much as temperate lands in winter when oil finishes but we got away to replace Africa solar as E-car dude

Built in Uganda airline by KEBI in the link below as well as E-Norwegian airplane

http://bazzukulubabuganda.com/enyonyi_ezibuuka_eza_uganda_airlines.html

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2018/jan/18/norway-aims-for-all-short-haul-flights-to-be-100-electric-by-2040

Am the Victor dude, Now u cant just talk with mouth wide open even if i die dude and that’s it homey. Shut that previously smelling mouth which my relentless efforts made much fresh 4 people to draw close to ya and wife not to divorce ya dude. Kebi saved ya ass big time dude

With making like Manhattan Island on water, u can use the armored glass as its much strong and rot not dude, where such is made out of Garbage, placed on it cut flower sample then hurl cold water and boom ya size u want armored glass as the devil can give you every road and street as much as cultivate lawns and sky scrapper if u draw all such not making later after the island is formed. The Kora brown translucence stone is the hardest and can be used to make our roads and buildings more than the normal 1, when sample of such place in garbage or cut diagonal such photos as in the link below placed then u spit saliva in the boom process and ya kora stone formed.

https://www.gettyimages.com/photos/stone-object?mediatype=photography&phrase=stone%20object&sort=mostpopular

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=images+of+gravel&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjhyvrthpDrAhWmDmMBHaQvCWUQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=891

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&q=images+of+mango+seed

Take city garbage like collected 4 a week and mix with much water, then insert pieces of lemon into it, then spit saliva and in the boom process makes ya gravel, u can mix with sewer water 4 black dark ones which if u place in the boom process solutions as dough, hay, cereals or fruits makes any electrical gadget as home appliances, office furniture and appliances or cars when placed in the boom process as we place water lilies, orange outer peel, charcoal, coconut African broom etc. Even grains of fruits as lemons, oranges, mango, paw paw makes electronic when the above gravel piece placed while When u place dry mango seed, cassava pieces, avocado seed, cut ripe banana, jack-fruit yellow inside and maize in solutions that makes jets or sugar makes such in the boom process dude.

Chamama made gadgets grows wide ya face and makes u pimply but chamama made paints in the boom process are 1 of the coolest, so buy like a car made out of ripe mango, remove the paint and applies chamama made paint as explained above while cars made out of jackfruit if u draw close to them u see, kinda, tiny gray dots as tints and its known that way where people loving such hate the reverse as of chamama that draws u to it not as of rye that does the exact reverse. Most Jackfruit made gadget lovers love not smooth things as paints as many Arab women git such wide, non perforated type of skin, but of jackfruit which is like skin of people with tiny holes as sweet pores or goose pimply skinned people out of awe or 1 pumping cold moments to ya, hard to explain but at least gotten it dude. With paw paw made gadgets, people see u as loving ya self and self alone and even with paints. So dude, explore ya option b4 u come up with the car u drive to maintain respect and if wrong choice, remove paint as above and apply another as above. AS in the song link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LL__exAp76A

With pumpkin made like car is 4 the young who wants to be big or wanting other people 4 love who are aged than them, if u drive such cars, such women pity u as can consider ya and most preferably good with tiny or small car but not suv as the reverse is of jack-fruit made 1 dude. Got to know this, don’t just claim u r up to kids, thinking it will get always with u and no-where can overtake ya, don’t just be bongo lala, just there, wanting good as women always wants from men dude. Don’t get into women without nothing 4 society to have pity on ya.

When though as above ya plans cant be blocked or known as with Britain, will always be like that, as u want not people to tell ya and u want to control them as is only u who knows how to behave not them, when it goes bad with u, get to my position when u were above me not vice versa wanting from me to the of being like a kid, dude beware it will be the scene of this series movie where the black woman who was frustrated aiming the gun at his boss who knows how to see/look previously when his dubious ways had not been known as in the link below but UK people now don’t fear their cities being overtaken as they can expand Landon by building another Manhattan city island or residential land on its Atlantic coast as explained above. Put smile in ya face as the problem will solve it self as Landon is said to be crowded dude

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=the+old+guard+series+scenes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ScfkduNTbo

Luo people like bibo, have u acknowledged am above u in thinking— hamano, hehe, have u dude, that way dude. I wanna hear the phrase ““we acknowledge u r above us dude“ again and again, Hamano and thats respect, where am snoring u dont come along and dude the same, got me dude, Hamano, Without me u could be still living in shanties and ya life could not have changed as now, True or false, that way dude, en hamamo, saying looking downward as a woman being seduced dude and that’s how it ought to be fro beginning.

$50 toy drone Kebi demolished as he bought just to find how it works and tells you. Men if u know shit stop cashing into 1 life, u can cash into his life yet get to hell as him gets to heaven as being in hell is only 1 week and rather hell so u r erased out the book of life. Decision yours dude. Just standing in hell no sweet thing as Kekvin out of curse, better kill every1 with siren gas so every1 gets to judgement 4 the world to start again, rather than this way which will never end as we got other planets as well. Other planet maps, white burnt wood fumes mixed with much water then raw mango pies placed in the boom process then the devil explain to ya in details whereabouts of other planets as distance from earth, its radius and continents in it. Jivu/wivu as Jealousy dude

Click the link below 4 more dude, of wanna bees/kich/nyuki, beatitudes with Christ bro

https://whitepeopletwitter.tumblr.com/post/626023511695212544

Car wheel digital compass direction as in the link below to aid new road users to reduce traffic accidents as it shows ya when wheel is not in straight position to take it back or bends demarcated as with how much to turn the wheel to negotiate such bends or corners

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/2018-digital-led-battery-table-clock_60022095009.html

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