#meanwhile her brother tried to claw me in the face

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Needed: Potion of Durability

Kirana's positive she knows what she's doing when she approaches Satan's door during his rut. But in hindsight, she might've bitten off more than she can handle.

A commission for the most lovely @fickleminder ! Thank you for letting me write Kirana :)

(Satan x OC - Kirana, explicit, 4,100 words)

Kirana studied herself in the mirror of her room, the moonlight shining in and bathing her in a soft white. Pulling at the clothes she wore, she tied her hair up into a ponytail, long hair cascading down her back. Making a stern face at herself, she nodded in determination. Bending to grab the potion on her nightstand, she drank it all before tugging on the hem of her shirt once more. 

Solomon had prepared a potion for her to increase her ‘durability’, as he put it. It would last for quite a while, and would make her sturdier than even Beel - temporarily. Holding the letter in her hand, she bit her lip before escaping her room, making her way towards Satan’s. The barrier spell was done by none other than Lucifer himself, sequestering Satan through his rut. Being a born demon, instead of a fallen angel, his were more aggressive, more violent, than his brothers’. 

Lucifer had helped her with the letter - a sort of consent form to quell Satan’s anxiety and inevitable panic once he regained his clarity and, with Kirana’s help, hopefully that moment would come sooner rather than later. Asmo had tried to stop her last week, recalling with a grimace how Satan’s other “partners” fared once he was done with them - some of them not surviving. 

However, that wasn’t enough to deter Kirana. Sure, maybe sometimes she didn’t exactly stand up for herself and say what she was thinking, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t devoted to Satan completely. Besides, she had been in rough situations with him before, and with Solomon’s expertise in potion brewing, this shouldn’t hurt... Relatively speaking. 

As she made her way to Satan’s door, she could feel the floorboards rattle silently. Sighing in relief at the soundproofing spell, she felt her shoulders relax a bit. At least not everyone in the House of Lamentation would hear what would soon be happening in their brother’s bedroom. Steeling her nerves one last time, she finally found herself in front of the door. Just as she was reaching out, it opened and a clawed hand reached out and dragged her inside. 

Gasping silently, Kirana let herself be brought inside, quickly tossing the letter towards Satan’s desk, hoping he wouldn’t go after it at the sudden movement. Blinking rapidly in the near pitch darkness, she tried to focus her eyes on the demon before her, hearing his disjointed tail scuff along the floor and knocking books over.

“Sata-” Her words were cut off immediately, his mouth on hers and his rough tongue shoved into her mouth. His hands pawed at her, making easy work of her clothing as it fell in ribbons around their feet, his own body already bare. Whimpering quietly, she tried to back up just a bit, his body suffocating hers now that she was nude as well. 

Following her steps, Satan had her pinned against the door, nails carving into the wood just beyond her arms. A fleeting thought had Kirana wondering if he was aware enough to realize it was her - but she didn’t dare get her hopes up. His tail ceased its lashing, instead coming and winding up her leg. As he broke away from her, his mouth trailed along her neck as he made low growling sounds. 

She felt her heartbeat in her throat, anticipating him biting her with his sharp teeth, upper and lower canines sharp as knives. However, he simply pressed her tighter against the door with his body, tail coiling and squeezing the plush skin of her thigh. 

Biting her lip, she took a sharp breath to ask him what was wrong, but instead a strange scent filled her head. His tail stopped between her legs, stroking her cunt as she felt her vision become a bit hazy. Meanwhile, Satan was taking his time rubbing his face and mouthing over her pulse point, steadily releasing pheromones into the air. 

Suddenly, Kirana’s mouth began to water, feeling a burst of heat in her belly. “S-Satan? Can you hear me?” As her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and as her demon had yet to move, she reached out, petting his hair softly. However, that seemed to engulf her more in the strange vapor of the air. 

Feeling her knees get weak, she whimpered quietly as his tail slipped inside her soaked cunt, panting at the feeling. It didn’t take her long to come to the conclusion that Satan had done something, and that it must be related to his rut. While it seemed to make her body loose, and to her embarrassment - intensely aroused, it didn’t seem to hinder her thought process, at least, not yet. 

Satan purred next to her, a deep rumbling growl in his chest as she idly stroked his hair. With a sharp shout before snapping her jaw shut, he bit down into her shoulder, feeling her skin break easily. Whimpering behind pursed lips, she felt his rough tongue lick along the superficial wound, his hands trailing down before seizing her hips in his tight grip. 

As easy as lifting a hardback novel, Satan tossed Kirana over his shoulder, making the short walk to his bed and throwing her down unceremoniously. In the few moments she had been aloft, she had noticed various jugs of water and provisions of food, and she couldn’t help but balk slightly, just how long exactly had Lucifer said Satan’s ruts last?

Fully nude, on her back, and staring up at Satan’s demonic appearance while in his bed, sheets torn all around her, she felt the weight of her choices - as well as his tail that was still pressed and coiled inside of her. A meek whine left her throat as she saw his emerald slitted eyes, the sclera a pitch black that seemed to make them glow that much more vibrantly in the inky darkness of his room. 

He watched her every move, every twitch of her face as his tail pressed inside her. He could tell she was soaked already, not that it mattered much - he was going to take her whether she was ready or not. Crawling onto the bed to hover over her, Kirana squeezed her eyes shut as he dragged his tail from her, instead lining himself up against her cunt. Heart pounding, she looked up at him and away from his monstrous cock. 

It wasn’t as if she were unfamiliar with him in his demon form, but still, seeing it so flushed and feeling it throbbing with his heart beat had her own skipping in her chest. His hands seized the backs of her thighs, propping her legs up as the blunt tip pressed inside. Trying to take deep breaths, she fisted her hands in the tattered sheets, mouth opening in a silent scream as he shoved himself inside. 

Eyes rolling back, she felt every ridge of him, his almost ruffled cock thick and lengthy inside. Grunting and whimpering as his knot approached her tight rim, she grabbed for his wrists. However, Satan couldn’t bring himself to care, he couldn’t even think. The only thing on his mind was how hot, tight, and wet Kirana was wrapped around him. 

Huffing a sharp growl, he snarled above her, piercing glare making her shudder. With ease, he pulled back, only to snap his hips back into her. Gasping and writhing, she hid her face in the pillow, turning to look away and presenting the perfectly smooth skin of her neck to him. His mouth watering, Satan’s gaze slipped from her neck to her breasts, then back up. 

In the back of her mind, she rationalized that the pheromones he was exuding must be making her body that much more pliant, considering his massively ribbed cock wasn’t snapping her hips in half. Gasping at every deep thrust, she bit her lip, stifling her moans while his tail wound around her waist. 

The vulgar sounds echoing around them did nothing to cover up Satan’s animalistic voice, snarling and growling as he pounded into her. Breasts bouncing, Kirana let go of his wrists and covered her mouth, mewling behind pursed lips. His hands left her thighs, and instead anchored themselves on either side of her head, piercing stare boring into her watery gaze. 

His tail uncoiled around her quickly, stifled cry behind her palms as he cut her shallowly across the belly and ribs. Immediately, it went to her wrists, pulling them away from her mouth roughly, dragging her hands down where they rested on her tummy, arms pressing her breasts close together as Satan watched them bounce. 

Choking on her gasps, Kirana arched, the aphrodisiac of his scent beginning to cloud her mind, control over her own body slipping away steadily. Whimpering, she tossed her head to the side, biting the pillow and once again showing her neck to him. With a groan, Satan dove down, cock stuffed deep inside as he bit her neck. 

Kirana cried out sharply before snapping her mouth shut, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. His teeth easily punctured her skin just as they had on her shoulder, though she couldn’t help but buck her hips into his, thoughts scattered and legs falling open wider. With a sharp growl, Satan kept his teeth hooked into her skin, hips resuming his pace as he sunk deeper inside her, knot pressed against her cunt as he forced himself deeper inside. 

Tears slipped past her glassy eyes, stuttering out a quiet moan, cunt stretching around him as he shoved his knotted cock inside her fully. Gasping, her head fell back, feeling as he pulled away until he nearly slipped out just to force his fat cock back inside her aching cunt. Panting with every thrust, Satan pulled back, moving to suck bruises into her skin along her shoulders before dropping towards her breasts. 

Licking her perky pink nipples, Satan moaned wantonly, her cunt squeezing his cock like a vice. Panting, he licked across her torso, covering her in his drool and scent. Chest bouncing, skin rippling with every powerful thrust, her hot wet cunt clenching around him - Satan quickly found himself overwhelmed. With a loud cry, he threw himself over Kirana, covering her body completely with his own tail, abandoning her heavily bruised wrists and wrapping around both of their bodies. 

“S-Satan!” He rolled the two of them over, pulling her close to his chest as he forced her thighs apart. With a shrill cry, she could feel her hips pop, tail coiling and seizing her body in his grip as he battered her with his cock. Bouncing and sliding against his chest, she felt a burning heat surrounding her, flinching as he pounded her swelling gspot, the stimulation coming fast and hard. 

Whipping her head to the side, she bit the portion of his tail she could reach, sinking her teeth hard down on him and listening as he cried out. Reactively, his tail squeezed her tighter, ignoring how she strained for breath as he dragged his claws across her back, the grip around her suffocating. With fresh tears in her eyes, she tried to call out to him, not knowing what else to do as he fucked her hard, mouth watering. 

Gasping, his tail still in her mouth, she bit roughly once more as her orgasm tore through her, a burning wave of heat and wetness coating Satan’s massive cock as he continued to pound into her, moaning loudly at the sensation. He was gasping above her head, her cheek pressed tight against his chest. Drool pooling as she panted, her body slid against him perfectly, the roughness of his tail scraping her body and sporadically tightening around her. 

With an aggressive snarl as he climaxed, she moaned lowly at the sensation, Satan dumping his hot cum inside her. It felt like too much, like he was filling her belly and she writhed against his chest as best as she could, his tail seizing her tighter until she gasped painfully. His hips still didn’t stop, fucking his cum deeper inside her as the filthy sounds rang in her ears. 

Kirana could feel the heat of it pooling at the rim of her cunt, but his massive knot wouldn’t let a drop slip out. Listening to his low voice rumble inside his chest, Kirana didn’t fight back as his tail slipped free from her body. Dazed expression peered up to watch her demon as he pulled free of her cunt, ignoring how she gasped, how she could feel every bit of his cum begin to leak from her stretched hole. 

Satan grabbed her, manhandling her body as if she were a ragdoll, and shoved her face down into the pillows. She could hear him growling, how he snarled with every breath, sharp claws moving over her body as he grabbed her hips and jerked them up, pressing her face down into the pillows again as she tried to look at him. 

Whimpering, her hands fisted the pillowcase, thighs trembling and threatening to give out. She buried her face deeper as his hands spread her cheeks apart, gasping as he dragged his tail up through the mess of her slit and over her rim. Kirana couldn’t help but wiggle her hips, already missing the feeling of him inside her. Her head was fuzzy, vision blurred through tears as she drooled into the fabric of the pillow. 

He hooked his claws into her, growling as he watched his cum slip down her ass. Lining himself up with her tight rim, he pressed himself inside her hot ass, groaning and tossing his head back at the tightness. His human, however, was shouting into the fabric, the stretch almost unbearable. She bit into the plushness of the pillow, tearing it as she whipped her head to the side, trying to crawl away from him. His tail came back to her, coiling over one thigh before it curled up into a blunt tip and forced itself inside her empty cunt. 

“Satan!” Her voice was muffled, facing away from her demonic lover who was too absorbed in stretching her tight ass. He watched as his cock disappeared inside her, pulling back just to sink it in once more. His cum was leaking around his tail and as he felt it drip to the bed sheets, he swiped his fingers down, rubbing her clit and watching in a trance as her body writhed, collecting cum before teasing her rim by running his messy digits around where his cock was pressing inside her. 

Before long, however, it seemed he got bored of the show. One hand resumed its place next to Kirana’s head, the other still holding onto her hip as he shoved himself the rest of the way inside, knot and all, his tail imitating the movements, filling her messy cunt. Her hand reached out, nails scratching across the wall just above his bed where she could reach. 

Satan snarled once more, drool dripping down onto her back as he bucked his hips inside her. Shoulders trembling at the squeeze, much more intense than her cunt, he gasped aloud. He tried to catch his breath, pulling back only inches just to sink back inside her. A strangled moan passed his lips as leaned down, nose tracing the curve of her spine. She shuddered, feeling his tongue as he licked her, swiping up a few drops of blood where he had scratched her earlier. 

Keeping his hips still, he focused on fucking her with his tail, moaning wantonly as her muscles clenched tight around his swollen cock. Jerking his tail inside her, he coiled it tighter, increasing the girth until it was almost bigger than he was, listening as her breathing stuttered. Once he was pleased with the size, he brought more of it around, rubbing her clit with every thrust. 

Her body jerked, face pressed into the pillow as he licked and sucked marks into the back of her shoulders. His tail was unrelenting, the movement more fluid than his hard flared cock. The texture of the joints pressed hard against her cunt, the tip of it remaining pressed against her gspot. Tears soaked the pillow as she shuddered heavily, tail rubbing her clit while her gspot was left feeling almost raw from how he previously pounded it hard with his cock. 

Growling, Satan jerked his hips back, smacking her ass with his hips as he began a brutal pace, easily controlling his tail so that it kept battering her sweet spot and clit. Pulling back, he leered as her body bounced under him. Grabbing her hair and twisting it around his fist, he yanked her head back, forcing her mouth open as she cried out. 

Kirana tried to close her mouth, hands reaching back and pulling his wrist, humiliatingly salacious moans falling from her bitten lips. “Satan!” He grinned behind her, sharp teeth catching the light as his emerald eyes focused on her, the grip he had on her hair unhindering his brutal pace. 

He snarled behind her, the sound harsh and coaxing another wanton moan from her mouth. He licked his lips, forcing his tail faster, deeper inside her messy cunt. She quaked, hands falling from his own as she propped herself up on all fours, feeling another orgasm tear through her body as his tail overstimulated her. 

Choking on her moans, she felt herself cum, crying out as a hot wave leaked from her swollen cunt, dripping down her thighs and soaking the sheeting under the both of them. As Satan continued to pound into her with his swollen monstrous cock, and the unrelenting rough treatment of his tail, she felt the edges of her vision go blurry, soft moans spilling from her mouth as she passed out. 

Satan paid no mind to her body and how it suddenly went limp in his intense grip. Licking his lips, he let go of her hair, letting her fall face first into the pillows, tugging her ponytail so he could see the side of her face. Groaning loudly, he adjusted his grip, grabbing both her hips once more and picking up his pace. 

He was close, so close to getting off again. How her perfect ass squeezed him so tightly he might burst at any moment, the scent of her cum stuffed cunt driving him mad. Kirana’s scent mingled with his, driving him mad, along with the way she tightened around his tail, how she was so stretched out he could fit more and more of it inside her. Grinning wildly, he snapped his jaws, unable to keep himself in check as he pounded into her, dragging her back by her hips until he tossed his head back, crying out as he finished once more inside her, stuffing her full of his cum in both holes. 

Gasping, he curled forward, dropping her hips as he fell to his forearms, body pressed against hers. It would be a few moments before he could pull free of her, knot swollen and blowing his heavy load inside of her. Surely her belly had to be full of his cum now, his perfect mate, covered in his scent, his cum, his sweat. 

Rocking his hips, his tail pulled free of her body, coiling up and slipping into his mouth. He licked the tip clean, panting at the heady taste, the mixed cum driving him wild. Once he felt his knot soften a bit, he tugged free of Kirana’s body, watching as she fell flat against his bed. Licking his teeth inside his mouth, he slid off the messy sheets, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it before popping off it and panting. 

He flexed his hands, fingers stiff from the tight grip he had on her body. Looking back over at the limp body on his bed, he refilled the bottle, walking over as his still hard cock swung between his legs. Flipping her body easily, he licked his lips as he grabbed her by the hair, tugging her up and pouring water into her mouth. 

Scoffing as she coughed some up, he tossed the bottle away after draining it. Shaking his head, he felt his hair fluff up from where it had been weighed down with sweat. He easily crawled back on top of her soft, vulnerable body. Grinning, sharp teeth glinting, he slipped his fingers inside her messy cunt, gathering wetness on his digits before dragging them between her breasts. 

Rolling his hips, his tail grabbed her wrists, forcing them together and down against her tummy, so her breasts were pressed tight together. Adjusting her hands, he moved so he was sitting on her belly, heavy package resting on her hands. He slipped his throbbing cock between her pillowy tits, the mess from his hand allowing him to easily move across her chest. 

Sighing at the feeling, his eyes were half lidded as he rocked his hips, cock disappearing just for the aching tip to appear by her perfect lip. Picking up the pace, he growled, tail tugging her hands so her breasts were squishing his cock, the softness rattling his breath in his lungs. Crying out, his hands pressed against the wall above his bed, hips jerking fast and rough as he felt his orgasm approaching too quickly, heavy package gliding across her belly and hands. 

Gasping for breath, he winced as he grit his teeth, jaw tense. It was too much, how his cock was aching, the visual of her bruised and bitten chest bouncing as he slid his thick shaft between them, it felt too good. Panting, his emerald eyes watched as her tongue slipped from her mouth, soft moans leaving her body as he rocked above her chest. 

His hands were moving before he was aware, glazed eyes watching as his swollen tip brushed past her lips with every thrust. One hand held the back of her head, tipping it enough so that her mouth fell open, the other cupped his heavy package, squeezing it as he cried out, hips jerking as he finished across Kirana’s relaxed face. His cum slipping over her cheeks and into her mouth. He moaned as he continued to pump his shaft between her breasts, covering them as well. 

Hand tightening around his package, he whimpered softly, hips bucking as he finished, leaving her in an absolute mess. Letting his head fall back, tail releasing her hands once more, he let himself rest for a moment. While his body was tired, and his cock ached, he didn’t feel satisfied, he needed more of her, of his mate. Her scent was driving him to the brink of insanity, tongue restless in his mouth before he growled low in his chest. 

Satan tilted forward, his fingers slipping through the mess before pressing them inside her mouth, stroking her soft pink tongue. His chest tightened, gritting his teeth as his digits slipped from her mouth and he seized her in a kiss, tongue ravaging her mouth. Hands on her cheeks, he moved his mouth against her pliant lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth before breaking apart and biting her lower lip. 

Pulling back, he slid down between Kirana’s legs, admiring his work and how messy he had gotten her. Shoving his face against her plump body, his rough tongue licked along her slit, rocking his hips into the sheets and giving his aching cock a brief respite. 

Moaning loudly, he ate her out, tongue rubbing harshly against her still swollen clit. With practiced ease, he slipped his tail around both their bodies, slipping back inside her cunt. He felt her hips jerk, thighs trembling as he tightened his grasp on her, scraping his teeth along her slit as his tail found her gspot once more. 

Sharp eyes watched Kirana’s face closely, waiting for her to wake up. If she woke up then he’d pound her again, make her cry and scream for him. However, as he continued to eat her out, he could feel his eyes getting heavy. Covering her mound with his mouth, he licked and drooled all over her pulsing clit, tail lazily stroking and pressing against her sweet spot. While she fidgeted in his grip, head pressed into the tattered pillow, she still didn’t open her eyes. 

Nuzzling his face tight against her, he slowly closed his mouth, resting his cheek atop her lower belly and nestling his tail inside her. Heat radiated from between her legs, but the scent of their mixed cum and the feeling of her soft skin beneath him had him nodding off. He barely registered the soft hand petting his hair as he passed out, body quieting and breathing evening out. 

Kirana blinked hazily above him, eyes bleary and not quite conscious. Unable to move her body, she tried to pick up her heavy arms, wrists aching. Blindly, she pawed for her demon, finally finding his sweaty mop of blond hair and combing her fingers through it. Sighing contentedly, she let herself pass back out, the taste of cum in her mouth. 

#commission #satan x oc #obey me satan #satan obey me #omswd #fickleminder

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Charity- Dorlene microfic

"Love," Marlene drawled, "I don't know what love means to me, Pete." She laughed hollowly, without humour.

"I do." James offered, "Her name is Dorcas Meadows." Marlene threw Peter's pillow at him with surprisingly accurate aim. James simply chuckled in return, catching it deftly.

"I suppose you'd know, wouldn't you?" Mary teased, "So many nights spent with a certain Black brother can only allude to one thing." A moment later Mary squealed as a pillow hit her in the chest with enough force to knock her back a few inches.

Marlene groaned, how they always circled back to James love life escaped her completely. "Yes, Potter is spending an inappropriate amount of time with Baby Black. Now, back to me." She paused, "Please."

Peter looked at her apologetically, "Back to Mx. Meadows, right."

Marlene could've clawed his eyes out. Meanwhile Mary smirked knowingly as James smothered in a laugh in his shoulder.

Marlene had held her own hand throughout her life so often that it had become a habit, one she reverted back to more easily that she'd of liked to admit. It was easy to see her friends had never cause for this, they'd never been alone like she had.

Dorcas helped that sometimes, Dorcas gave her something to lean on. It wasn't that no one tried before, with them though it felt like charity, like a chore that almost wasn't worth doing. Dorcas never made her feel like that, and Marlene was infinitely glad.

Dorcas laughed when Marlene told her the worst things she'd done, Dorcas smiled and rubbed her back when Marlene just couldn't stop sobbing after her Christnas at home, Dorcas gave her a gift on her birthday and didn't expect anything back. Dorcas Meadows could've watched the sun fall out of the sky and comment idly while still listening to Marlene's latest crazed speech.

"Maybe I'll just have to redefine that whole love concept in light of some new developments." Marlene said slowly.

Peter rolled his eyes but he looked so fond that any intended malice was lost. James began cackling like a maniac. Mary just had a softly distant look on her face. Marlene smiled reflectively in her direction before turning a rather deathly glare on James.

When she did finally take her leave, hours later, she left many more in her wake: Regulus, Pandora, Sirius, Lily, Remus and Emmeline, had all joined the party. Marlene didn't doubt she'd be missed, but a more important light waited for her at the end of the tunnel.

That Light just happened to have chocolate brown eyes, little pendants that hung from their braids and the ability to make even a school uniform look impossibly good.

#this is so short and doesn't even really include Dorcas #its just their spirit #**she/they Dorcas** #dorcas meadowes #marauders #marauders era #fuck jkr #fuck jk rowling #marlene mckinnon #microfic #dorlene #marauders microfic #marlene x dorcas #dorcas x marlene #marlene mckinnon x dorcas meadows #did I chose to include pandalily and Emmary vaugely at the end #maybe I did #dorlene microfic #truthfully I prefer them over marylily and I will not be elaborating #going to add mlm tags to see if more people will see this- #Wolfstar #starchaser #jegulus #sunseeker #regulus black #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #padfoot #prongs

[creators-novel]

“I am… your time to fall.”

The mysterious man holds out his hand and fires a beam of unstable energy at Nave, but Exisite jumps out at the perfect moment at shoves him out of the way, letting the energy hit a nearby tree instead.

“You-! …You saved me-?”

“Sorry-“

The stranger watches the two curiously. Sensing he’s about to attack again, Exisite springs up and attempts to slash him. But, to his surprise, the menace counters, revealing he also uses claw gauntlets like him. The dark presence smirks as he pushes back against Exisite, “How interesting… you seem surprised, and yet you were scared of this even happening.”

           Delta tries to call in on his walkie talkie but it’s no use. There’s too much interference for them to get through, but they can hear everything going on.

“Castor-!? CASTOR!? DarkClaw what’s happening over there!?”

“I don’t know what’s going on but we’ve got to find out! NITRO!”

Another member of the team, Nitro, leans against the wall. He’s a very old friend of DarkClaw’s from back in his military days, they were both members of the same cybernetics program. He has gray hair, and piercing red eyes, and wears an intimidating green and black uniform.

“I heard every word. Let’s do it.”

           Meanwhile, Exisite and the stranger are locked, claw to claw, neither of them giving up the push against the other. “It’s like you dreamed about this encounter…”, the man hisses. Exisite grits his teeth, “Just- who are you!?” The man laughs and begins putting more pressure on Exisite, as he does the surrounding area begins to shake.

“Come on now… doesn’t the name Vyz ring a bell?”, he looks at Exisite dead in the eyes, his physical form now fully taking shape.

“You’re…!”

“Yes. I’m the one you heard in that ‘dream’… quite convenient that your friends led you right to my resting place, isn’t it, child?”

“Kid-!”, Nave backs up a little, now getting an idea of the extent of Vyz’s power. But Exisite refuses to pull back. As a result, Vyz’s power now explodes out, slowly turning this once beautiful and lush forest into a dry, open field. And this becomes noticeable by everyone.

Indigo sniffles and holds back tears as Selena hurriedly carries her away from the fight, “Our old home…” Selena shakily reassures her child, “It’s ok, sweety. Castor’s got this-!” The mother-daughter-duo run into DarkClaw and Nitro who were speeding their way over toward the battle. DarkClaw skids to a stop, “Sele-! What’s going on?!” Selena catches her breath while keeping Indigo close, “A metal version of your boy showed up and opened a tomb… and what was inside is putting us all in danger!”

DarkClaw, not being surprised by anything anymore, simply sighs, “…Yep.”

           Meanwhile Ex, Uriel, Ajax, and Xenos spot the commotion from another part of the city. “Woah… that- doesn’t seem right”, Ex observes. Uriel points towards the source of the destruction, “Let’s check it out!” “Are we really gonna go over there?”, Xenos asks, with a mix of curiosity and worry. Ajax puts a hand on his little brother’s shoulder, “It looks pretty collateral. We have to.”

Back at the base, Delta clutches his walkie-talkie close, hoping for any sign that his hero friends are ok.

           After a few minutes, the whole team meets up and makes their way into the fray. They’re also joined by the local military branch; headed by Wraith, another cybernetic soldier. The group steals their nerves, summons their weapons, and with DarkClaw at the front, charges in as one unit.

“EXISITE!”, DarkClaw calls out. “Huh-?!”, Exisite’s concentration falters, allowing Vyz to push him away but Nitro catches him, “Gotcha, rookie.” Vyz grits his teeth and grumbles at the sight of more do-gooders trying to get in his way, “Tsk- more stains on the universal carpet…” He turns to face his tomb but his gaze is caught by someone in the crowd. He pauses for a moment, then laughs under his breath. “Well…”, his eyes fully meet with Ex’s, “Who knew that in the time I’ve been caged up… I would remember your face.” Ex grimaces, “You sure you know me? ‘Cause I’m certain we’ve never met.” Vyz shrugs, “Well I’ve certainly met your parents.” “He’s just trying to manipulate you!”, Uriel shouts. He just tilts his head and smirks, “Am I really? … Think. About it. ‘I never knew where my parents went, they just vanished!’ … Don’t you want to know what really happened, Exodus?” Ex’s face goes cold, “Don’t call me that. Ever.” Vyz smiles, “And there’s the stricken nerve!” The rest of the team watches on in confusion, ‘Exodus’? Why didn’t Ex tell them about any of this? He was never open about his past but- why does his family have a connection to this monster!?

There isn’t much time to ponder the specifics.

“ENOUGH OF THIS!”, Wraith calls, “MEN, OPEN FIRE!” “NO- DON’T BE STUPID!”, DarkClaw barks. Wraith’s soldiers fire away at Vyz but nothing they throw at him affects him. Our heroes stand stunned. “Don’t bullets normally…work?”, Xenos asks. Vyz simply sighs and flicks his hand, causing all of the military personnel and their weaponry to be blown away.

“Wastes of space.”

Uriel clenches her firsts and stands tall, “You are a threat to this world! Be gone at once or we will be forced to use other measures!” Vyz scoffs, “Adorable. Children wanting to play a game of ‘saving the world’”. Ex crosses his arms, “We’re pretty capable of it, I wouldn’t judge a book by its cover.” “Well?”, Vyz bows, “Make it happen.” Ajax readies his sword, “Challenge accepted.”

“SO BE IT!”, Uriel flies into the air and calls down a barrage of golden lightning bolts. Vyz looks up, and with a quick flick of his hand, releases a wave of destructive energy that nullifies all of it. Ajax charges forward, “You’re going down, freak!” He slams down on Vyz with his blade but he just catches it as if it were a twig, “Interesting… This weapon is unnatural to this reality… even so, I’ll still crush you.” Xenos, rushes to Vyz’s side and shouts, “Leave him alone!” Vyz turns and grabs Xenos by the face and lifts him, “Children really do think so highly of themselves these days…” and he tosses him aside. Ajax tries to strike him once more but this too does nothing to faze him. Uriel helps Xenos up and scatters lightning bolts toward Vyz while the others begin to charge in. Vyz watches the group begin to close in and for a brief moment, time seems to stop as fury and frustrations fill the eyes of our heroes!

And Vyz laughs.

“I’m surprised! Most of you may not be as dumb as you look. But allow me to humor you all.”

           Vyz stands up straight, bows his head, and thrusts his arms out. Everyone else skids to a halt and stops their attacks as the portal in Vyz’s tomb once again sparks up with malicious energies. From within, dozens of creatures begin to pour out. They appear humanoid but they shamble on their hands and feet like wounded animals. They speak with pained gurgling noises and leave behind a trail of black and dark purple muck in their wake. Their faces only carry an expression of violent intent, and it’s directed right at the band of saviors; the only people standing in the way of a total invasion by Vyz and these Stygian nightmares.

           “(These are the same creatures from my dream…!)”, Exisite thinks. He stands there, not fully processing what’s happening. For him, everything feels like it’s in slow motion. Why is this happening!? HOW is this happening!?

As I said, there was no time to think about the specifics.

“Slay them.”, Vyz commands. The beats charge forward and everyone dives in to take them out. Wraith commanding his small battalion, Uriel calling down a mighty storm of electrifying magic, Ajax and Xenos defending themselves and working together with Nitro as backup, and Ex, DarkClaw, and Nave working together for the first time in what felt like years. And all poor Exisite can do is watch as more and more of the creatures scuttle in from the portal. Vyz catches his eyes and tilts his head towards the young man, “Really shows how much we’re connected. Doesn’t it, Castor?” Exisite flinches and readies himself for another attack, “H-How do you know all of this about us!? What ARE you?!” Uriel jumps back as she zaps more of the Stygians and calls out to Exisite, “Don’t pay attention to him and focus on the fight! He’s just playing mind games with us!” Vyz chuckles,

“Just like the gods who command you?”

And in a flash, he appears right in front of Uriel, whose expression goes blank. Realizing his friend is in danger, Exisite runs up and strikes at Vyz from the side, but he quickly turns and clashes with the young prodigy. “Think about it, Exisite? What has the path given you other than discrimination?” Exisite jumps back, what Vyz was saying wasn’t incorrect. DarkClaw, quite literally, made him to be a hero, a successor to some sort of greater good. But it seemed like ever since he was ready to take on missions, his presence was always met with negative responses from the public. The life of a “hero” isn’t easy, but nobody ever said it would be this frustrating! If only he could just- “STOP THIS!”, Uriel screams as she dashes behind Vyz and lands a hit on his back. “Hm-! False god following PUPPY.”, he turns and sucker punches Uriel in the face, knocking her back. She gets up and angrily wipes blood from her upper lip, “How…how DARE YOU!” “URI!”, Ex jumps up and hones in on Vyz, but he just catches him and flicks him away, “This is all the Shade family has to offer now? …It’s pitiful. Even back then, your parents offered more of a challenge.” Ajax and Xenos try a dual attack at Vyz’s legs, but of course, he just counters and kicks them away. Exisite’s breathing begins to quicken, “(They’re all getting hurt… and I can’t stop him-!)”

           By this time, a helicopter from the local news station had begun hovering outside the perimeter of the battlefield. Everyone in the city watches with bated breath to see if this new villain will be defeated. Delta, now joined by Indigo and Selena at the base, don’t take their eyes off the television.

Vyz takes a moment and stretches, rolling his shoulders and popping his neck. “You know, Castor…I’ve seen you grow into what you are now. But you could be so much more. Let me show you.” With a snap of his fingers, the portal…reverses!? Instead of releasing more monsters, it begins to pull Exisite in like a vacuum. Everyone at home watches as the news broadcast shows him holding onto dear life on a tree branch for a moment before he loses his grip. He yells in fear but DarkClaw catches him; they both try to hold on but it’s no use as the strength of the portal slowly starts to pull them closer. With the others occupied by the Stygians, Uriel flies over and tries to pull them back but nothing works! They’re not strong enough! Ex, Ajax, Xenos, Nave, Nitro, Wraith, and all the citizens of the city breathlessly watch as the trio is yanked through the portal. Vyz gives one last smile to Ex before following them in. The team yells out in disbelief as they continue to fight for their lives, not at all knowing what their dear friends could be facing on the other side.

Whatever they were thinking, what was about to happen would be so much worse.

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[fific7]

Into the Darkness / Part 1

The Darkling x Reader

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s literally just lemon zest 🍋 ... I have a vision of Ben Barnes in his black Kefta and riding boots permanently stuck in my brain right now. Attempting to write it right out of there.

Warnings: 18+ please due to NSFW content. Dom/sub interaction, being restrained, coercion, questionable consent (thankfully this is a fantasy universe), sexual content including oral, loss of virginity, rough unprotected* sex. I don’t mention her actual age, but Reader is not underage.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

[My GIF]

The ebony black doors swung open, then were quickly slammed shut again. You heard the lock click, and lifted your head from where you lay sprawled on the floor, chained to the wall by one ankle.

Early that morning, before sunup, you’d been dragged to The Little Palace from the prison where you’d been locked in a cell for several days. And chained to the wall in this opulent room, left alone for the rest of the morning.

After you’d been thrown onto the floor and shackled by the jailer, you’d tried to rearrange your linen slip and undergarments as best you could. They were ripped, dusty and stained from the earth floor of the cell you’d recently been in.

The blue Kefta you used to wear had been ripped off you, when the Oprichnik found you at your family’s small house near Ryevost.

As a Tidemaker, an Etherealki, a water summoner, you’d served in the Second Army but you’d deserted when word reached you that your younger brother had been badly injured in a hunting accident.

You’d fled the Army camp under cover of night and made your way home across country, on a stolen horse. But the elite guards had been sent after you, much to your dismay. What made you so important? Many deserted and were never hunted down.

Your mind went over & over this as you lay there, pressure points on your body beginning to ache from long contact with the hard parquet flooring. The shadows moved steadily across the walls as the day progressed.

And now, it seemed, you had a visitor.

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At first you couldn’t make out much, there were shadows swirling around the figure, but that in itself gave you the answer of exactly who was approaching you.

The Darkling, or General Kirigan as he also now styled himself. The Shadow Summoner. Leader of the Second Army, a powerful man. Your mind spun... what on earth could he want with you? You’d never even seen him before, except from a very long distance away. And you’d certainly never spoken to him.

The shadows cleared, revealing him in his black Kefta and full uniform. His riding boots clicked out another few steps towards you, until he came to a halt, towering over you. You craned your neck to gaze up at him.

You heard your full name being spoken by him, in a low but clear voice. He knew your name? You nodded, swallowing as you replied.

“Yes, moi soverennyi.”

He slowly turned the clawed ring on his last finger. “Why did you desert? I don’t take it kindly when one of my finest Tidemakers disappears without leave.”

“My... my brother,” you stuttered, “he was badly injured, I had to go.” You looked down, “I’m sorry, moi soverennyi, I had no choice.”

“Wrong!” he said, harshly, “there’s a procedure for leave, and you failed to follow it.”

“There was no time...” you said, desperate to put your case to this, the most senior man in the Grisha Army.

“Enough!”

You flinched back as he shouted at you.

He turned on his heel, going over to the large, partly shuttered window.

“I could have you shot.” His head turned slightly, as he looked at you over his shoulder. “Or worse.”

You hung your head, fear spreading into your very bones. If the money you sent every month to your mother stopped, what would she and your brother do? Your father and older brother were dead.

He turned and made his way back to you. Bending over, his hand roughly took hold of your jaw and he forced your head up, so that you were looking into each other’s eyes. His grey eyes looked like shattered ice.

“What would you do to keep yourself alive, hmm?”

“Anything... please... for my family, moi soverennyi. Without me, they won’t survive.”

He nodded, a slight smile gracing his lips. “I thought you might say that.” He straightened up, and stood looking down at you. “I find you attractive, your body is...” his eyes flickered over you like a cold breeze, “desirable.”

A short pause. “I have need of a... companion. To help me forget my daily struggles. You will be that companion. You will take care of all of my needs.”

You realised what he meant, and your eyes widened in shock.

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He’d left after that, without saying anything else. Two of the palace serving women had come in shortly afterwards and unchained you, taking you into an adjoining room which had a large free-standing tub in it. You were washed in a bath of fragrant rose oil, your hair washed and put up in a loose bun, and you were dressed in fresh linen robes.

Then they rechained you to the wall and left you alone.

You contemplated what you’d been forced into. He was handsome, very much so. If he didn’t intimidate you so much, and in different circumstances you’d have been attracted to him. Well, you were attracted to him you admitted to yourself, but you didn’t trust him in the least. And you also wondered what had happened to his little Sun Summoner... there had been rumours about those two. But she hadn’t been seen around the camp recently.

Several more hours passed before Kirigan returned. He strode into the room, locking the door behind him once more, tutting as he saw that you’d been chained up again. He released you, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet. He pulled you against him, inhaling your scent for a second before pushing you towards a door off to the right.

“Time to initiate our agreement,” he breathed into your ear, “come with me, little dove.”

Your stomach lurched. You’d never been with a man before, never experienced so much as a kiss. He felt your arm tensing in his hand, and he quickly opened the door, hustling you inside. He locked that door too.

You looked around you; it was a large room with a huge bed in the middle of it. Meanwhile, you were almost hyper-ventilating, and he looked curiously at you.

“Are you afraid?”

“I’ve never lain with a man before, moi soverennyi,” you admitted.

His eyes widened, a distinct gleam coming into them. “I will take your virginity?” He gave a small laugh, “This is even better than I anticipated! Do you know, you’ll be my first virgin? All the times I’ve...” he shook his head, chuckling, “and never a virgin amongst them.”

His eyes swung down to yours, “Until now.” The tip of his tongue swiped quickly over his lips, and you knew he was aroused.

You shuddered, feeling nauseous. You didn’t want to lose your innocence to this dark, manipulative man, but you had no choice and he knew it.

He beckoned to you, and you took faltering steps towards him. He stared into your eyes, while putting a finger under your chin. You felt like he was looking into your soul.

“We’ll start off slowly, little dove. I don’t want to scare you too much, in fact I want you to enjoy it so that you’ll always be ready and willing for me.”

He suddenly started unbuttoning the fly of his black uniform trousers, and you unconsciously drew back. He grabbed your wrist. “You’ll do exactly what I tell you to do, yes?” But it wasn’t really a question.

You failed to respond so he repeated, louder, “Yes?” You managed to nod. “Say it!” he ordered. “Yes, moi soverennyi.”

He reached down to his open fly, laying aside the fabric of his trousers and undershorts. Your eyes watched his hand in terrified fascination, you’d never seen what was hidden inside men’s trousers before. You caught sight of the smooth pale skin of his abdomen, dark hair marking a path down his lower belly to a thicker growth of hair.

He freed his erect length from the fabric, and your mouth dropped open. It was so much bigger than you’d expected. This is what you’d heard other girls giggling about, you supposed. It was almost laying right up against his stomach, and it looked like a dangerous weapon.

You heard your name, and looked up at him. He had an amused look on his handsome face. He placed his hand on your shoulder, and you felt a downward pressure. “You need to kneel,” he said.

You did so. “Put your hands on the back of my legs,” he ordered, and again you complied. One of his hands went to the back of your head, his fingers pulling your hair loose before entwining themselves in it. He pulled your face forward until it was against the dark trail of hair on his belly. You were instantly aware of his aroma, a spicy scent. “Kiss,” he ordered, and you began laying a path of kisses down it.

He nodded, “Well done. Now.... you will take this in your mouth.” He had his other hand around his cock and inclined his head towards it. You leaned back, gasping up at him. “Come on!” he said, impatiently, “you were doing so well. Open your mouth!” Voice getting louder. You hoped no-one could hear.

You reluctantly opened your mouth, and as you watched his ‘weapon’ approaching your face, you noticed there were small pearly beads of liquid leaking from it. He placed his tip right onto your tongue, and you tasted something both salty and musky. “Now you need to kiss and lick,” he instructed. You began licking the head, and you heard a stifled groan from him. You began to intersperse kisses with your licking, and he tried to contain more groans behind gritted teeth. His hand gripped further into your hair, pushing your head forward.

“Now suck!” he gasped out, “and do it all at the same time!” A voice at the back of your mind questioned how that was even possible, but you did your best. “Be warned, girl! I’m going in further,” he told you, “eventually it will be fully in your mouth and at the back of your throat. Don’t choke, and whatever you do, don’t bite!”

Without further warning, he pushed his length further and further into your mouth, eventually making you gag. He pulled back slightly, “Take a breath. And get ready, I’m not even fully in yet!” You gasped in some air, feeling your eyes beginning to water. He paused for only a few seconds, before restarting his relentless push forward. “Relax your throat!” he ordered, before sinking in almost to the base. Tears streamed from your eyes as you found yourself - despite his instructions - choking round him.

He held your head firmly against his groin and began thrusting, but not too deeply. Gradually you realised that unless you relaxed more, this was going to be extremely uncomfortable for you. He sensed your slight relaxation, and to your horror he immediately began to thrust deeper and faster.

By this time, you’d felt something else rubbing near your chin. Just as you were wondering what this could possibly be, he ripped one of your hands away from the back of his leg and shoved it between his legs. You felt two fleshy, spongey globes beneath your fingertips. “Rub, squeeze!” were your next instructions. You took them into the palm of your hand and did as you were told.

He gripped your hair again, pulling at it while forcing your head to stay as close to him as possible, his thrusts building to a crescendo. You heard a prolonged, agonised-sounding groan from above you, he gave three fast, jerky thrusts into your mouth and suddenly warmth flooded your throat. You weren’t sure what this was but you’d no choice other than to swallow it. It was saltier and thicker than the previous liquid. His large hand was on the back of your head, forcing you to stay in position, and you choked again slightly as you desperately swallowed.

You could feel him softening, and he quickly pulled out of your mouth and away from you. Pulling his Kefta closed, he unlocked the door and walked out into the main room. You weren’t sure what to do so remained where you were, sinking down onto the floor a bit, and trying to loosen up your rigid neck & shoulder muscles. Wondering what was going to happen to you next.

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He returned a moment later with a carafe of water and a glass. He placed them on the bedside table, then gestured for you to stand up. Producing a washcloth from one of his pockets, he gently wiped your lips and chin, where his juices had left a sheen on your skin. Then he poured a glass of water and handed it to you, telling you to sit on the bed.

“You did exceptionally well, for a first attempt,” he praised you, “in fact it seems you have a natural flair for it. Under my tutelage, you will soon give the best head in Ravka.” You looked confused, and he laughed, “The service you just provided for me... it’s called giving head, amongst other things.”

You looked up at him and asked boldly, “Will I be better than your Sun Summoner?”

He scowled, “Do not speak of her! She is gone.”

You nodded, “Hence why you needed a companion, moi soverennyi?”

He took two long strides over to you, grasping your jaw in his hand. “You may just’ve had your mouth around my cock but that doesn’t allow for insubordination, understand?!”

You nodded, afraid once more. “Yes, moi soverennyi.” And wondered why you’d felt like questioning him about her in the first place.

He was pacing the floor next to the bed. He stopped and glared at you. “Your night of discovery is not yet over, little dove,” he eventually muttered. “Finish your water and lie down on the bed.”

Your stomach clenched as now you knew what was going to happen next. You’d naively thought that perhaps he would allow you to sleep for the rest of the night. But judging by the predatory look on his face, that was not to be.

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[sweetestpopcorn]

Hello ! Can you please explain why Rhaenyra insists the greens killed her daughter ? I mean I don't see why not knowing about her father's death would worsen her birth progress ? Or have I lost something ? They wished she died at childbirth but that doesn't directly affect Rhaenyra right ? I know there are theories they might have poison her or something but I don't really think it's true since she already had 5 male children there really isn't any use on trying to kill her sixth child ? This isn't a shade or me undermining Rhaenyra's pain I genuinely want to know and your takes are always the best so I'm asking you !

Hi there dear, Anon 🤗

I can try yes, and don’t worry I get you 😁

Well, you have to really look at the context in which she said it. So let's begin.

At the time Rhaenyra was eight months pregnant, and I believe on bed rest just waiting for the baby to be born.

"On Dragonstone, meanwhile, Princess Rhaenyra was once again great with child. She too took to bed." (Fire and Blood, pg. 389).

"The child had not been due for another turn of the moon (...)" (Fire and Blood, pg. 402)

Then suddenly she receives the news her father died, and you ask how her not knowing of this might have worsen her birthing progress... well, this isn't all the news she received was it? Besides Rhaenyra finding out her father was dead, she also found out that her half-brother took the throne that was meant to be hers, by her father's own decree, and that she was expected to submit to this and just accept it.

"The child had not been due for another turn of the moon, but the tidings from King's Landing had sent the princess into a black fury, and her rage seemed to bring on the birth, as if the babe inside her were angry too, and fighting to get out." (Fire and Blood, pg. 402)

Afterwards her early labour started and lets see how well that went.

"Instead, screams echoed trough the halls and stairwells of Sea Dragon Tower, down from the queen's apartments where Rhaenyra Targaryen strained and shuddered in her third day of labor." (Fire and Blood, pg. 402)

“The princess shrieked curses all through her labor, calling down the wrath of the gods upon her half-brothers and their mother, the queen, and detailing the torments she would inflict upon them before she would let them die. She cursed the child inside her too, Mushroom tells us, clawing at her swollen belly as Maester Geradys and her midwife tried to restrain her and shouting “Monster, monster, get out, get out, GET OUT!”” (Fire and Blood, pg. 402)

Let's please just take a moment here to take it all in, shall we? Giving birth, without any medication to help with the pain, knowing your father died and you were robbed. For. Three. Days.

Please if anyone who has ever given birth is reading this do tell us how "easy" birth is, and how pleasant this is all sounding. And kudos to every person who ever gave birth out there! You are Queens!

Now, lets take a look at the moment when Rhaenyra blames the greens for Visenya’s death.

“The dead girl had been named Visenya, Princess Rhaenyra announced the next day, when milk of the poppy had blunted the edge of her pain. “She was my only daughter, and they killed her. They stole my crown and murdered my daughter, and they shall answer for it.”“ (Fire and Blood, pg. 403)

“when milk of the poppy had blunted the edge of her pain.“

Knowing what milk of the poppy does to people who consume it, knowing also what she went through, I don’t think Rhaenyra was at the fullest of her emotional and cognitive abilities. And would anyone be?

She went through a very traumatic and painful birth, lost her baby, was half drugged on milk of the poppy with her other half was drugged on pain and anger. 

I don’t interpret her words as a literal thing and I don’t think they should be taken at face value. She’s blaming the greens indirectly because in her opinion it was their actions that caused her distress, and as a consequence of such distress and early labor, she lost her daughter Visenya.

I know there are rumours about her maybe being poisoned, some maesters being involved etc etc. Personally, I think  the simplest answer is usually the correct one, and here I see a very distressed woman who was thrown into early labor and blamed the people responsible for the events that made her go into a “black fury”. I see someone in severe pain who wants someone to blame.

I hope this makes sense.

All the best to you 😘

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[tvdiaries-imagines]

Old Flame: Pt. 17

Warnings: Cursing, tobacco use

Word Count: 4694 (the longest chapter so far!)

OLD FLAME MASTERLIST: CLICK HERE

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“WHERE IS SHE?!” 

Klaus roared throughout the courtyard, furious that you are nowhere to be found after you successfully snapped his neck. The moon was out the last time he’s seen you but waking up, the moon had disappeared and now it’s daylight. He usually wouldn’t have woken up this late from a simple snapped neck, but you took a page out of his book and stuck a vile of vervain in his system after successfully finding his vervain collection.

Hayley and Jackson were across the way on the second floor, having a quiet chat beside the railing. “Who?” Hayley asked, puzzled.

“Y/N!” Klaus shouted, fuming as he’s glancing around the vicinity.

Kol stepped out of one of the rooms on the second floor after hearing a frantic original. Hayley and Jackson stepped inside the nearest room, figuring Kol could handle Klaus. “I thought she was with you, Nik?” Kol brought up.

“Apparently, she said she was fine last night.” Klaus raced towards his brother who sauntered inside the bedroom he’s occupying during his stay. “Then she snapped my bloody neck and disappeared with the stake.” He retrieved his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed your number. After a couple rings, he nearly cursed after being sent to voicemail. It wasn’t a surprise to him since almost every time you’re in a dire situation, your phone is never answered. But, Klaus figured he’d try. 

“What happened to her when I left to speak to Esther?” Klaus asked, jaw clenched. 

“If I tell you, give me your word that you won’t be cross with me.” Kol eyed him anxiously. 

“What did you do?” Klaus muttered in an alarming tone.

“All I did for Y/N was a favor. I had no control of how she’d react.”

“Spit it out, brother. What is it?”

“She was worried about her friend, Kai Parker.” Kol answered. “Figured Esther was behind it, so she requested I find out. Turns out, mother sent him to a prison world and there’s no fixing it.”

“And that’s the reason for her lunacy?” The hybrid’s nostrils flared in aggravation.

“It is.” 

“Good riddance. I don’t know what Y/N sees in that imbecile.” Irritation pricked at him.

To add even more stress, an angry Finn Mikaelson immediately walked in, magically breaking one of the vases on the table. “Where is she?”

“Finn, please, join us.” Klaus said with blatant mockery. 

“Don’t make me ask again.” Finn sneered. 

“I assume you’re referring to our mother. Fear not, she’s tucked away somewhere perfectly safe.” Klaus added. “You’ll never find her.”

“You think you’ve won. Let’s see how long that arrogance lasts, brother.” Finn glared at his brothers before turning around and marching away with heavy steps.

Klaus tried reaching you again but was sent to voicemail. That alone ticked him off and he was close to throwing his cell phone at the brick wall. 

“I’m going to find Y/N. You’re coming with me, Kol.” Klaus made his way out of the bedroom in lengthy steps.

“Oh, splendid.” Kol responded back, trailing behind his brother.

Reaching the courtyard, there were a handful of Hayley’s wolf allies and Marcel’s group of vamps gathered together. Klaus is aware that it’s Hayley and Marcel’s attempt for them to make a truce for the bigger picture.

“Klaus, stop!” Hayley blurted, Klaus and Kol stopped in their tracks.

“Finn spelled all of the exits. We can’t leave.” Marcel added.

Klaus put a palm up at eye view, slowly reaching out until his skin sizzled against the spelled blockade, letting out a faint groan from the affliction. He threw his healing hand down to his side and shifted his view to his youngest brother, expression hardened. “Fantastic.” Klaus muttered sarcastically.

(Meanwhile…)

After disappearing into the night, you booked a suite at the Ritz-Carlton. You’re aware that Klaus has plenty of connections, so you assured that you didn’t put a card on file in case he traces it. Instead, you compelled the staff to allow you to stay for free. You even took extra precautions and showed them a photo of Klaus so that if he ever steps foot into the Ritz-Carlton, they’ll notify you right away.

Having your humanity off so far has been dandy because you had no care in the world. If you were your normal self, there’s no doubt that you would be following Klaus around like a lost puppy during one of his missions and the thought made you sick to your stomach right now.

You woke up this afternoon to your suite nearly trashed from the little party you decided to throw last night because you gathered a handful of good looking people from bourbon street and plenty of liquor to keep you inebriated throughout the night. A man and a woman stayed overnight, thanks to your compulsion. You knew you’d be famished this afternoon and fresh blood ultimately did the trick for you. 

After an incredible shower and devouring your sinful snacks, you compelled your victims to bandage up their wrists and be on their way. Housekeeping began tidying up your suite after you made your way out.

Though your craving for blood is fulfilled, you desired a hot bowl of gumbo, so you threw on your sunglasses and trekked through the quarter, crossing your fingers that your pesky beau isn’t looking high and low for you in the area. Your heels clicked along the cement, wearing your best black dress sitting pretty just above your knees.

Gumbo Shop was what you decided on and the friendly host sat you down at a table inside, farthest away from the windows. She did as expected by leaving a menu with you and handing you off to a server.

Within the hour, all of your cravings are satisfied so you left a generous tip for your server and went on your merry way. You weren’t sure what you planned to do next, so you allowed the city to decide for you. A street performer captured your attention so you stopped to observe. 

Out of the blue, you spot Finn Mikaelson nearly walking past you in a rush. “Hi Finn. Why are you always so glum?” You teased, brow raised. He put a halt to his steps, hands behind his back. He wore a dark suit, the jacket fully unbuttoned.

“No use in going home anytime soon, dear Y/N.” He implied arrogantly. “Nobody can get in or out, thanks to my spell.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, but alright.” In the blink of an eye, Finn strolled away. “Change of plans I guess.” You smirked.

(Later…)

Entering through the gates of the compound, you discovered over a dozen people in the courtyard. It seemed like they were not enjoying themselves whatsoever. There were a few familiar faces as well, including Marcel, Josh and Hayley. You wondered if Klaus or Kol managed to get trapped here as well since they weren’t in the space from what you can see. Your presence seemed to catch everyone’s attention though.

“Don’t you all look cozy.” Your haughty tone was obvious. 

“Y/N wait!” Marcel alerted. “Don’t take another step. Finn put up a boundary spell.”

“Thanks for the heads up Marcel. But I already knew that. I bumped into Finn earlier.” 

“But you came anyway?” Marcel raised a brow in suspicion. 

You shrugged your shoulders in response, leaning against the wall close enough to the invisible barrier. Once everyone else besides Marcel realized that you were no help in freeing them, they were no longer interested in your presence and went back to sulking.

“Ah I see.” He came to a realization. “You’re here to gloat. Why?”

“There you are.” Klaus appeared from the shadows. His edge of irritation returned and drew a scowl over his face.

“Here I am.” You were feeling exceptionally smug. While examining your fingernails, you planned to get a manicure after this foolish conversation.

“Where the bloody hell have you been?”

You showed uninterest without any eye contact as you pulled a cigarette and lighter from your purse. You placed the toxic stick in between your lips, lighting the end of it and taking a puff effortlessly as if you’ve always been a smoker. Klaus glared at your repulsive act.

“I’ve been around.” You responded after exhaling, finally making eye contact with the hybrid.

“Care to explain why you felt it was necessary to render me unconscious for hours on end and then scurry off to god knows where.” With a brisk elevator look, he motioned a nagging hand at you. Klaus was displeased with your outfit choice without him there to claw the eyes out of every man that looks at you with hungry eyes.

He almost asked you about the whereabouts of the white oak stake, but he remembered that there are ears around that he doesn’t trust. 

“The thought of having to explain to you bores me.” You fake yawned. “So I don’t think I will.” 

“Something’s different about her, Nik.” Kol added, his mouth set in a hard line.

“I’m aware. Her humanity must be off.” Klaus made his way closer towards you, stopping as close to the barrier as he could. You stepped over to be face to face with him, sniggering.

“There ya go.” You snorted in amusement, the toxic stick weighing at your sides, carelessly flicking off the ash on the grounds of the compound. “You really aren’t the dumbest Mikaelson, Nik.” Klaus ignored your unnecessary comment, his firing eyes following the cigarette going from your mouth to your sides.

Kol began sauntering over to his brother, standing side by side. “Oh sister. Your humanity, eh?” He shook his head in disappointment, arms folded across his chest. “I thought you were bigger than this.”

You dropped the half finished cigarette on the concrete by your feet, crushing the butt with the ball of your stiletto. “My favorite Mikaelson brother is disappointed in me.” Your hand flew to your chest, fake pouting. “I’m crushed. I really am.” 

“Stop this nonsense immediately, Y/N.” Klaus said, a scowl strewn across his face. 

“Or what?”

“Do not test me.”

“Well last time I checked, you’re trapped in there while I’m free out here. So joke’s on you, my love.” You teased. 

A sinister chuckle left Klaus’s mouth. “You shut off your humanity for whom? A useless dullard.” You stared at the ceiling, placing your hands at your hips. “Out of all the choices Esther has made in life, I’d say that sending Sir Malachai Parker back to the prison world was the best one.” He grinned, hoping to have hit a nerve to get your humanity back. “It pleases me knowing that he will be stuck there for all eternity. All alone.” He chose his words carefully and perfectly. 

Suddenly, your hands fell and your blank eyes set onto Klaus’s, unmoving. By your reaction, there was a glimmer of a chance that it worked. You grasped both of the Mikaelsons’ undivided attention. 

“Nice try.” You cocked your head to your side, your once unreadable expression is now evidently complacent and it boiled Klaus’s blood. His hands clenched at his sides as he’s trying to hide his defeat from you. Kol just simply sighed at their defeat, aware that it was a longshot anyways. “I’m bored. Bye boys.” Without a care in the world, you turned on your heel and departed the compound.

Once you were out of sight, Kol turned to face his brother who was still looking at the spot you were once standing at, unable to mutter any words. “Nik?” Kol murmured, careful not to overwhelm him.

After a beat, Klaus continued to ignore his brother and vacated the spot where he stood. He made his way towards a vacant section of the compound. Kol followed behind him. 

Before Klaus could touch the handle of one of the doors on the first floor, Kol attempted to acquire his attention for the second time. “Brother?” Klaus puts a halt to his long strides, taking a deep breath.

In the blink of an eye, he vamp speeds to Kol, barely leaving any space in between the two as his murderous eyes bore into Kol’s. “Don’t.” Klaus warned through clenched teeth. That dangerous tone itself informed Kol to leave him alone in the meantime. And just like that, Klaus swung the door open and violently slammed it behind him, causing a few of the other vampires and wolves to flinch. 

Your mani and pedi finished in an hour. You began scouring the quarter for inspiration on what other shenanigans to get into again. After walking in and out of a few gift shops along the way and stopping to tip some of the street performers, you finally stumbled upon bourbon street.

Normally you’d throw your money at the bartenders in one of the many jazz clubs, however, house music blared through one of the other clubs and it instantaneously called your name. Males and females in their 20s occupied this loud space, yet, you didn’t mind one bit because they’re of your age compared to your 1000 year old lover with anger issues.

Dancing and mingling with these fine people made your current cold heart wish that Camille was here to join you. But you wouldn’t dare risk having her call Klaus or Kol and informing them of your whereabouts. Who knows, you might end up snapping her neck dead for doing so and you didn’t care to waste your energy. Marcel and Josh could be trusted not to tell a soul, however, they’re trapped in the compound.

You released your sharp teeth from a poor soul’s neck on the dance floor undiscovered. The warmth of her blood brought you satisfaction. “Go wipe that up in the restroom.” You compelled her and she walked off like a zombie.

(Meanwhile…)

The longer time passed with the magical barrier being up, the more Marcel and his vamps’s hunger grew for blood. It wasn’t looking good for Kol and the werewolves. They were practically walking blood bags.

To make matters worse, Klaus’s patience started running out. He needed to get to you before you caused any havoc or came to any harm. This is the first time you’ve ever turned your humanity off so he has no idea what to expect. The feeling made him sick to his stomach. Not to mention, the white oak stake can be anywhere but he trusts you’re smart enough to have it hidden somewhere good.

The entirety of the barrier will not diminish until nightfall and they couldn’t wait that long. But to their luck, it’s a miracle that Davina fancied Kol. She received a phone call from him, needing her assistance for a spell to lift the barrier and she put whatever she was doing on hold to come to his aid. 

They were almost certain that the spell would work. However, being that Finn is channeling something extremely powerful, they were only to be given 60 seconds for the barrier to be down. The plan was to have the wolves, Kol and Klaus exit the vicinity. 

Davina and Kol now stood face to face with the invisible barrier in between, palms as close to touching as it would allow them. Small, lighted candles lined up in front of the witches and a circle of salt surrounded them as they continued muttering their spell to one another.

Due to the spell taking its course, all of the vampires needed to resort to cowering in the shadows until after Kol and Davina’s spell die out. Klaus and the wolves were allowed to wait beside the barrier. 

A gust of wind abruptly flew through Kol and Davina, causing the candles to blow out and some of the salt to scatter. They exchanged smiles and were relieved to have the chance to touch palms. 

“Okay, Jack. Now!” Hayley announced.

“Come on, let’s go.” Jackson didn’t hesitate to rush his pack out of there, guiding them towards the exit along with Hayley.

“Remember, 60 seconds!” Kol reminded them. He was eager for the werewolves to egress and then he followed suit. 

But before Kol could take another step, Klaus dashed to him, holding him by the shoulder. “Slight change of plans, brother.” In a trice, he threw Kol in the air until he landed about 50 feet away, grunting in pain. “I no longer have to treat you like anything but the treacherous liar you truly are.” The hybrid spat. Davina’s neck snapped to him, bewildered. 

“What the bloody hell?” Kol gradually sat up, feeling just as confused as Davina.

“Where is she?” Klaus questioned, vampires eyeing his brother hungrily while they still waited in the shadows.

“Please, they’ll kill him!” Davina pleaded.  

“Well, he should’ve thought about that before he betrayed our sister.”

“What will Y/N think?!” She added.

 “Not to worry about my beloved’s opinions of Kol’s predicament. Let’s just say, she’s not herself today.” Klaus replied to Davina before returning his attention to the mischievous Mikaelson, who now rose to his feet. “Rebekah never made it to her new body, did she? Seeing as how you casted the spell, and well, you’re you. I’d hardly call it an uncrackable case.”

“Rebekah’s fine, Nik. It was a prank.” Kol quicked marched towards his older brother. “Nothing more than what you lot have done to me.” He pointed a nagging finger. “But I guess it’s different when it’s one-” The magical blockade was up and running again and its wrath burned Kol’s pale hand, causing him to reel backwards and hiss in pain.

“Barrier’s back up.” Klaus flickered his eyes at the ravenous vampires coming out of the shadows. “And those vampires look oh so hungry.” 

Kol grew anxious as the vampires made their way to him like a predator ready to take down its prey. Davina’s eyes began to well up in tears, yearning to come to Kol’s aid.

“I was willing to welcome you back into my home, but you had to return to your selfish petty jealousies.” Klaus said. “Well, let’s see how they help you survive when you’re stuck in there!” He stormed off towards the exit without the thought of a glance. He felt no remorse whatsoever for his little brother.

(Meanwhile…)

The sun began to set and it was no secret that you look damned good in the tight dress and towering heels. A handful of men even offered to pay for your drinks and you obviously obliged although you could’ve easily compelled them to. This made your job much easier. 

Since you were pretty buzzed and in an amazing mood, you allowed one of the pathetic men to dance with you, only being allowed to touch your arms or your waist. 

Due to the substantial amount of liquor in his system, his confidence was at an all time high and he attempted to lean in for a kiss. You snorted at his juvenile gesture and turned the other cheek. “N-Nice try. Fun’s over.” 

“Oh come on.” He insisted. As you were about to free yourself of his hold, he tightened his grip on your waist and it caught you off guard. Little does he know that you aren’t human, so you prepared yourself to use your vampire strength to free yourself. You smirked, allowing him this minor moment before you stripped it away from him. 

The drunkard fool leaned forward once again to press his lips onto yours while his hands stroked your waist. You rolled your eyes, snickering as you seized his wrists. “I said-” In a flash, he was thrown across the dancefloor but it wasn’t because of you. Some of the clubbers' attention were focused on what just happened and others acted like nothing happened. Before he could think to stand to his feet, one of the sizable bouncers roughly brought him to his feet to begin dragging him out. 

Everything happened so fast and you focused your view to the only person standing beside you to your left. Klaus Mikaelson. “Oh fuck you, Nik.” You grimaced at your inessential savior, your heels rapidly clicking off of the dance floor towards the exit. As much as you wished to vamp speed away, you were smart enough not to do it in the public eye. Humanity off or not.

Instead of hiding off in an alley, you stayed put by the entrance of the club where passersby can clearly see you, leaning against one of the brick walls. You searched through your small purse until you found a cigarette and lighter, but as you were about to light it, rough fingers pulled it out of your mouth. 

Klaus didn’t mutter a word, but you can tell by the expression on his face and his body language that he was seething inwardly. You were revelling in the moment. “I’m a vampire. I can’t get lung cancer, idiot.”  You scoffed at him. As much as you want to try to light another cigarette, you know that Klaus is just going to toss it. 

“We’re going.” He grabbed a hold of your bare upper arm, signaling to follow him or suffer the consequences. You shook his grip off, unphased by it. 

“You’re hilarious.” You said, keeping your feet planted to the ground. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“I’m serious, love. This isn’t a game. Let’s go.” Klaus remarked, towering over you. 

You peered up at him through your lashes, shooting daggers. “Did you forget? I don’t fucking care. Now leave me alone.” You shot him a glare and attempted to walk past him, but he stepped to the side as a wall.

“You out of all people know what I am capable of.” Klaus started. “And yet, you are determined to incur my wrath.” 

“Your wrath?” You snorted. “Okay then, show me. Right here, right now. In front of all of these people.” Klaus took a peep over your head, unmoving. You hummed in amusement. “I thought so.” 

You wasted no time and began trekking down bourbon street’s sidewalk, unsure of where you are headed as long as it’s away from Klaus. You freed your cell phone from your purse and began endlessly scrolling through social media, ensuring not to bump into anyone coming your way.

To your misfortune, Klaus materialized beside you, walking on the outside of the sidewalk.  “Oh, you’re still here.” You said dryly, eyes never leaving the screen. 

“In what world is this heretic worth your humanity?” He asked, disgusted. His eyes flickered from straight ahead to you. 

“My world, apparently.” 

“You know, you have people that could have helped you. There’s Stefan, Damon, Kol.” One by one, Klaus counted up to three fingers in the air before going back to relaxing his hand at his side. “Even Rebekah, if it weren’t for Kol’s foolish prank.” 

“Good to know, Nik.”

He gazed at you, swallowing before speaking. “You also had me.” 

“I can see that since you keep following me.” You finally peeled your eyes from your phone, throwing it back in your purse, raising your chin up at Klaus. He briskly narrowed his eyes, not allowing your cold response to get to him.

“Oh come now, sweetheart. Let’s not make this difficult for the both of us.”

“You’re making it difficult for yourself.” You waved an airy hand. “Now shoo, you’re killing the vibe.” 

“Alright then, Y/N. I’ve been far more patient with you.” Klaus creeped up behind you and swiftly cracked your spine so that you were comatose. Then, he scooped you into his arms so that he held you bridal style. 

To his luck, his swift, yet flawless gesture didn’t get a second look from anyone in the crowd. It seemed as if you were absurdly tipsy and he prevented you from falling to your knees. He felt a pang of relief and his tense shoulders relaxed knowing he can safely bring you home.

(Later…)

Finn’s barrier spell throughout the Mikaelson compound is now nonexistent. It is dead silent and the only two souls occupying this vast structure are you and the original hybrid for now. Your limp, unconscious body is tied to a wooden chair including your wrists and your ankles. 

Klaus has been pacing for the past few minutes, conjuring up different plans to mentally bring back the woman he loves, instead of this facade of a nightmare that is taking over. And hell, if it weren’t for your humanity switch, he would revel in tearing that dress off of you and making love to you until the sunrise. 

The sudden sound of your groaning put a halt to his steps. He watched as your head steadily moved up and you cracked your neck. Your eyes caught a glimpse of your surroundings which appears to be one of the many rooms in this godforsaken building. You raised a brow at your lover who is standing merely a few feet away just ahead of you. “This doesn’t look like the Ritz-Carlton.” You said in your head. 

“It would be impolite if I didn’t ask how your catnap was.” Klaus commented, wearing a shit eating grin.

“It was fantastic.” You returned his cocky expression with a flashing smile of your own.

“Now that I have you where you can’t simply walk off, let’s get to business then, shall we?” Klaus took amble strides towards you and kneeled until he was at eye level with you. “This will only take a second.” He noted, voice low enough for only the two of you to hear. 

As soon as his irises stared into yours, you turned your chin to the right, but Klaus was quick to seize your jaw with his strong fingers, shifting your view back to him. You knew exactly what his intentions were at that very moment. 

He’s going to compel you. 

The location of the white oak stake is still unknown to him and since he is closer to getting you back to your normal self, he’ll finally get the stake back. 

“Get on with it already. I don’t have all day.” You implied. Klaus kept his frustration in check from your moronic remark and went on with what he intended to do.

Your eyes focused on his, observing his pupils fascinatingly growing and shrinking. "You will put an end to this madness and turn it back on.” He released his grasp on your face. 

You blinked twice and your lips parted, chest rising and falling. “Nik.” You paused. “I-” Klaus began freeing one wrist from the bindings.

“What is it?” He asked, concerned.

As soon as one wrist was free, you sneered at him and before he could blink, you tore off the arm of the chair, flipped it over so that the sharp bit pointed out and stabbed Klaus in the neck with it. “Ah!” He called out, face contorting from the unexpected laceration.

Obviously, you could have simply kept playing it off as if your humanity was back so that Klaus frees you of all of the restraints. But, you wanted to poke fun at him instead. Inflicting pain onto Klaus was significantly more gratifying right now.

“You really thought you had me there, didn’t you?” You let out a burst of laughter. Klaus cried out in pain while pulling the stick of wood out of his neck and tossing it to the floor, taking heavy breaths as the gash healed. “Nice try, Nik. But I’ve been drinking vervain as of late. Thanks to Stefan and Damon for the tip.”

Instead of inflicting the pain back to you or snapping your neck to shut you up, Klaus stormed out of the room to overlook the courtyard from the railing. As much as he wanted to rip the railing off from his frustration, he shockingly kept his cool and an idea came to mind. He obtained his cell phone from his pant pocket and dialed a familiar number.

After many rings, his call was answered. 

“Klaus?” The voice on the other line said.

“Hello, old friend.” Klaus grinned, oddly comforted to hear their voice. “I’m in need of a favor.” 

-

A/N: Hope you guys appreciated the longer chapter!! I know the last one had a lot of Y/N x Kol moments, so I gave you guys more of Y/N x Klaus moments in this one. I have to say, it was quite fun writing with Y/N’s humanity off. And it was especially fun writing Klaus’s responses to it lol...Oh and I’m sure you guys can guess who Klaus’s ‘old friend’ is :)

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don’t forgive you, Prologue (Harry Styles)

All of my fics are LGBT and PoC friendly. PAIRING: Harry Styles x famous actor/actress reader.

Warnings: angst and cheating.

When you first met Harry, you weren’t exactly the person you are today. You’d still had the same passion for theatre, acting, the works, but you’d had 500 followers in comparison to the 5 million you have now, were stocking shelves in your local convenience store and when people called “Y/N!” in the street, you usually knew who they were. 

Being with Harry gave you a brand new set of eyes.

They say your lover is a reflection of you, right? And you became a mirror of Harry when you decided you wanted more for yourself than your hometown and an apartment that couldn’t fit more than your feet.

When your audition tape for Star Wars went viral and you were eventually cast, you never knew privacy again. Just planes over pools, crimson carpets and audacious articles to provide chatter for trash daytime TV. You thought you wouldn’t take it back for the world. After all, this was your mini-me’s wildest dreams. Flashing lights, wasted nights, they all lived rent-free in your imagination.

The iceberg that sunk the ship was someone you’d previously called your anchor. Photos of Harry kissing someone that definitely wasn’t you had surfaced meanwhile you were countries apart. You were on a press tour when the frenzy began, all phones on plane mode, blissfully unaware of the millions of virtual voices all over Twitter & Instagram warning you, asking you ‘Why?’ - when you wouldn’t be able to answer that if you tried. Your team couldn’t reach you to get your approval on any damage control (not that it was your damage to control) and were clawing away at keyboards and asking friends for passwords to flip the social media convo in any way. To no avail. Two weeks later, neither you or your team had said anything, waiting for the situation to simmer because you were a living, breathing human still struggling to come to terms with such a public betrayal. 

You almost think he did this on purpose. Maybe he’d been feeling selfish, he’d been in a selfish mood recently. Perhaps his name had been out of the spotlight too long - a whole 12 hours. It was five simple words. You’d heard them all before.

‘Treat people with kindness. H x’

And they all felt like a bullet. How could he say that when all he was doing was hurting you?

The internet had found all sorts of ways to entertain themselves with Harry’s tweet. After thoughts and theories, there was ‘Trending’. 16.3 million people (and that was just Twitter), voyeurs to your misfortune. 

“You need to talk to him eventually.” Daisy said as the makeup artists dabbed and brushed at her lips and eyelids. You stared on as you sat cooped in her dressing room, fearful of the journalists disguised as crew & handlers making circles around your own. You’d say one thing to the wrong person and the next thing you knew ‘an extremely close and reliable source’ had the secret scoop about your life leaked to tabloid writers who didn’t care if you survived the wreckage or not.

That’s part of what made this whole affair so lonely. And that much more painful. 

“Daisy, you’re on in 5.” Daisy looked at you with a soft pout, like an apology for leaving you lonely. Like an apology for leaving you, a young bird, prey to the hungry vultures. That’s exactly how you felt two weeks ago. You were giving an interview two hours after hearing the news, heart strings freshly pulled, and the interviewer asked ‘how you’d been handling your personal life’ with a shit-eating grin. He’d thought he’d be getting an exclusive. 

May day, may day. Brave face, brave face. Head empty, those were only thoughts roaming around your mind.

You took a deep breath in and mumbled some garbage about how your personal life was basically all family now, and how you were so proud of your little brother Isaac for turning 13. Or whatever. 

When it was all over, you didn’t get the release of ‘And scene.’ No, real life is a never ending closed set. And as much as you’d tried to hide in your dressing room, or fake happy and avoid questions about your personal matters; one person you couldn’t deceive was you. No matter how hard Harry may try to convince you.

This is part of the ‘don’t forgive you’ series. You can read part one here. 

Credit for the gif goes to: /harrysimpact. 

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Patchnose AU part 3

Previous parts x  x

- Some time passes and the kitty cat society is doing pretty good besides the occasional dog on their territories or other casual stuff. Oakstar is beaming with support for the three apprentices, in fact, the whole clan is. Ravenwing too, although he’s been getting a little fidgety lately near Mapleshade in particular. Petalpaw sees this and acknowledges something might be wrong, but she doesn’t really know what exactly. 

- Larchpaw is now known in the clan as one of the fiercest apprentices there ever lived, as he’s done many honorable things for his clanmates well being, including chasing a few dogs off with nasty scars by himself, and solving a few border squabbles. He himself has earned a scar across his cheek, one that never really faded, but he’s proud of it. He says it’s the sign that he’ll be a good asset to the clan. His mentor couldn’t be more proud of him, and often says he’d already be a warrior by now, but Larchpaw keeps getting distracted during his warrior assesments, and fails them every time, thus his ceremony getting delayed.

- As for Patchpaw, he’s not really doing much. He’s just trying to live his life peacefully, not really caring about becoming a warrior too early, but at his own pace. This causes Larchpaw to sometimes lash out at him, but he hopes it’s just because of the stress. After all he knows how much Larchpaw tries to impress everyone, so it’s only natural he wants to be one already. Patchpaw has also been sitting around with Petalpaw for a while now, and Ravenwing often has to chase him away to actually let her learn stuff.

- Speaking of Ravenwing, he’s now had the dream about the reeds flooding camp or stuff. He connects the dots, but decides to confront Mapleshade about it first, before doing anything else he knows he might regret, as he cares for Petalpaw dearly as his apprentice. Only, in this case, Mapleshade doesn’t just straight up tell him yeah, they’re Appledusk’s, no, she actually tries to lie further. During this time she and Appledusk actually got into a fight on the border, where she almost managed to claw his eyes out, but was ultimately stopped by a Riverclan patrol approaching. So she doesn’t want to let the possibility of having a good life for that piece of rotting crow food. Ravenwing sort of wishes he could believe her, but seeing the anger in her eyes, isn’t so sure about this.

- The next time he and Petalpaw go to the Moonstone he tries to find Birchface himself and ask about it, only to be greeted by some other cat. Petalpaw on the other hand, is visited by none other, than Birchface himself. He wants to finally meet her, and, once she gets to know it’s her supposed dead father, she nuzzles close to him. The tom’s not surprised by this, he knows how her upbringing looked, even if it’s from another perspective. He also brings her the message to ‘ Beware, for the stream is more twisted than it looks.’ She doesn’t understand it, but wakes up before she can ask for any more guidance. She sees Ravenwing already left, and goes to meet him at the entrance to Moonstone. He seems irritated with something, but dismisses her questions, and orders her to start the journey back to camp alone. 

- Warriors are distressed when they see her entering alone, without her mentor. They think something must’ve happened to Ravenwing, and Oakstar joins in quickly, once hearing the commotion outside his den. Hearing her side of the story, Larchpaw chimes in, saying he’ll go himself and look for the medicine cat, only to be shushed by both Oakstar and Frecklewish, who don’t want anything to happen to any of their clanmates. This leaves Larchpaw angry, and Petalpaw swears she can almost hear her brother hissing under his breath. He goes out of the camp anyway, excusing himself to the sandy hollow. 

- Patchpaw runs after his brother to ensure nothing bad happens to him, of course getting Frecklewish’s approval first. When he catches up to the cat, a conversation happens.

“ Larchpaw, Oakstar is worried for your safety. What if something happens to you? It’s outside Thunderclan territory, and we don’t know what happened to Ravenwing. Please, let’s just go back to camp together and we can find a way-”

“ So what if Oakstar says so? He’s just an old cat.” Larchpaw growled, turning his head around to face his brother. “ It doesn’t even matter what he says. I know how to fight far better than him. I should be a warrior already, and leader after him.” His tail whipped in anticipation, but Patchpaw only looked on in horror, as he realised what that meant.

“ You can’t possibly think that. We’re his grandkits! Birchface was Oakstar’s son, he cares about you just as much as Petalpaw and me!”

“ Oh, hasn’t Starclan told you or her yet like they did to me?” The brown tom took a step towards Patchpaw, who suddenly felt very tense, and, irrationally, spiked the fur on his tail. Larchpaw noticed, and quickly stopped in his tracks to glance at his brother’s face. “ Birchface isn’t our father. Never was. “

- At this moment he’s cut off by Ravenwing suddenly showing up. The dark tom  heard what Larchpaw said, and is furious. He knew it was true, but never thought he’d hear it from one of the kits themselves. 

- Patchpaw tries to defend his brother, stating that he’s just jealous of not being let go to search for him, but Ravenwing pushes himself behind Patchpaw, standing in his way to Larchpaw. Note: Larchpaw is the biggest of the three and has some weird fur condition where it sticks like crazy, but also makes him seem even bigger. He’s already Raven’s height, and he’s younger than him. So, whereas Ravenwing seems scary to Patchpaw, he’s also much more terrified of how Larchpaw’s gaze darkens while looking at the medicine cat. He also sees his tail start switching slightly, as if getting ready to strike. This realisation charges him with enough energy, to run full speed into Ravenwing’s body, thus sweeping the tom off his feet, just as Larchpaw lunges into the spot where the cat just stood. The two apprentices tumble onto the ground, with Larchpaw spitting insults at the smaller cat. 

- Meanwhile Ravenwing runs straight to the camp, Patchpaw has given him enough time to escape and go get help, in case he didn’t manage to calm his brother down. What he didn’t think of though, was Larchpaw silently getting up, and chasing after the medicine cat. Now Patchpaw starts panicking, both cause of what his brother said, and of his actions. How would he dare attack a cat with such authority? Would he do the same to Petalpaw? Or worse, Oakstar? He tries following them to camp, but finds blood stains about halfway in. Running into the camp he finds Larchpaw standing in the centre, blood flowing from the gush on his shoulder, and Frecklewish separating him from Ravenwing, who’s laying on the ground in shock. He sees Petalpaw trying to comfort her mentor, but he only hisses at her to stay back. At this moment, Oakstar comes into the clearing and jumps to his usual clan gathering spot. With calm voice, he says

“Cats of Thunderclan. Today we’ve encountered a betrayal from one of our closest, most skilled companions. I’ve been told things I’ve never thought I’d hear, especially from a medicine cat. Larchpaw, from this day forward, you have no entrance on the Thunderclan territory. You’ve lost your privelleges as an apprentice the second you’ve decided to lay claws on Ravenwing. Leave, and never come back. As for you, Mapleshade” he turned his head to the shocked she-cat, who’s just walked to her son’s side “You’re welcome to join him for all the lies you’ve told your clanmates.”

#patchnose au #patchkit #petalkit #larchkit #mapleshade #appledusk #oakstar #frecklewish #warriors #warrior cats #warrior cats au

[dastardlydandelion]

So...what kind of horror movie would you write featuring the Hargrove/ Mayfield family? (That you haven't written already lol)

oh boy, u may regret asking me this bc i am indecisive af and i can’t pick just one!

two that i'm actually writing are max as (g is for) ghostface killer in the abcs of neil’s death and also the max + tory nichols werewolf movie fic outlined here. also some more misc gorror junk bc i’m a demon and esp horny for susan wearing blood splatter. but more ideas commence below:

horror movie #1: another creature feature! awhile back @lucdarling sent me an ask abt max + billy hiding smth from susan and her like, playing along, pretending she doesn't know, and one of the scenarios that popped in my head was them keeping a baby bat as a pet. max finds it and she’s only like six or seven, and she thinks it’s going to turn into a vampire. so here is that scenario except horror edition: baby bat is actually a vampire type creature. not rly a vampire like, what’s prolly popping into ur head, like an undead human like dracula or smth, but like a bat monster that sucks blood.

billy being a lil older doesn’t actually think the bat is going to turn into a vampire. he makes fun of max for believing this, but he helps her take care of it anyway bc he thinks it’s cool. susan, like in the non-horror version, knows abt the bat but plays dumb bc she’s feeling a lot of guilt abt max’s difficulty adjusting to the blended fam (as of rn tho, neil has yet to reveal his abusive nature. the red flags are not yet red, more of a brownish maroon, and he is on his best behavior almost all the time, showering susan + max with affection and keeping the swears out of his mouth when he scolds billy in front of them) and knows the lil furry baby makes her happy. she tacitly cleans up after the bat whenever the kids miss a spot (bats poop a lot, dude) and distracts neil, deterring him from discovering it whenever he gets close.

baby bat gets rly big rly fast. and the older it gets, the more it starts to look monstrous. it still has bat features but it’s just like, different. its fangs grow suspiciously long, its hooks grow suspiciously long. its feet are elongated. a dorsal ridge emerges from its spine, spikes at first just flesh but soft fur rather like peach fuzz eventually sprouting. billy catches on that smth is strange abt this animal when it's as long as his forearm after two wks and still growing. he nearly shits a brick when the bat is clinging to his sweater one day and he steps in front of a mirror and only his reflection looks back at him— no bat.

max laughs at him all like, “stupid brother, ofc there’s no reflection. nosferatu is a vampire, vampires don’t have reflections.” 😂

susan catches a glimpse of the thing when nosferatu crawls out of the home max built it in her closet the same wk billy realizes it doesn’t have a reflection, and also almost shits a brick. she doesn’t know what it is, but it’s NOT a fucking bat. not a normal one, anyway! cue a comedy scene where she’s chasing it around the house with a butterfly net and it’s always one flap *ba dum tss* ahead of her, flying just out of reach. she suddenly regrets not getting rid of it sooner, scolding herself for ever allowing her daughter to keep a wild animal.

she can’t catch it. max comes home, susan tells her she needs to get rid of it. max cries, flips her the bird, refuses. billy tho…billy has mixed feelings. he loves nosferatu but he’s worried it’s going to get dangerous. he loves his dad and his dad is dangerous too. he’s stressed out enough, always on edge, knowing that one way or the other, neil is going to hurt him again. he’s already waiting for his dad to hurt him, he doesn’t need the added stress of waiting for nosferatu to hurt him too. and while max is 100% nosferatu’s favorite, it likes billy too. billy’s been handling it since it could fit in the palm of his hand, it trusts him much more than it trusts susan and doesn’t know any different when billy takes it out of the closet when max isn’t around.

billy frees nosferatu at an abandoned farm. there are always bats flying out of the old silo adjacent to the dilapidated barn. while he knows nosferatu isn’t a *normal* bat, it’s still bat like enough that he thinks it might make friends and be happy here…

yeah, that doesn’t stick. before long, nosferatu is feasting on that colony. leeches the blood out of a couple bats nightly. the number of bats increases with nosferatu’s size. meanwhile, max mourns her missing friend. she’s sullen af and won’t speak to susan at all. she thinks susan is the one who got rid of nosferatu. billy never fesses up and susan doesn’t contradict max’s assumption bc she wants the step-siblings to get along.

neil, meanwhile, is getting more comfortable. those maroon flags are slowly but surely brightening to scarlet. he starts sabotaging susan’s plans with her friends, trying to keep her around the house more and more, quietly but steadily eroding her relationships with other people. he’s getting more visibly aggressive when he disciplines billy. he curses him out with a virulent venom that dunks susan’s stomach in ice water and scares max so badly, she runs to susan and hides behind her even though she’s still so mad that susan got rid of her beloved baby vampire.

nosferatu’s appetite surpasses what the bat colony can offer. it’s like the size of a ten yr old human child now. fucker’s big. it doesn’t just have fangs on top, but tusks on bottom. it can’t go out in the sunlight anymore, the sun sears its flesh. it misses max a lot and before, it wasn’t strong enough to fly back to her house. but now it is. it’s extremely strong, actually.

so bc it's hungry, nosferatu grabs a snack along the way. some nameless rando, it swoops down and sucks dry. nourished and much happier, nosferatu makes its way back home. patiently waits outside of max’s bedroom in the moonlight, tapping its hook against the window until she wakes up. initially max is a lil startled— nosferatu looks so different, there’s a beat before she recognizes it— him?? yk, ig it’s male, the og nosferatu was a guy. sure, why not, nosferatu is a boy now.

once she realizes who it is, she is so! happy! max opens the window and embraces her friend. she isn’t freaked out by the blood on its fangs. she’s always known nosferatu is a vampire, albeit, she was thinking he’d look more like dracula than this bat-monster-thingy.

nosferatu moves back into max’s closet. it hangs upside-down from her rod by its weird, elongated feet. we get more shots of nosferatu sucking rando ppl dry at night, tho he remains gentle with max. when max drags billy in to show her he came back, nosferatu is less friendly with him. he’s not aggressive with billy, but he is standoffish. nosferatu’s thought process is somewhere between human and animal. he doesn’t quite cognitively understand that billy took him to the farm with the intent of getting rid of him, but he does understand that the last time he clung to billy, billy left him alone and never came back. max puts two and two together, and realizes it was billy who “stole” her friend. she yells at him a lot, he yells back, she then ices him out.

billy acts out bc he’s upset. runs away, thinks he’s going to find his mom…the cops find him first and call neil. neil is rly embarrassed and pissed abt the whole thing. he breaks down and beats billy in front of the mayfields for the first time. nosferatu smells the blood and it’s time for the main event! we love dead!neil, yes, we do.

nosferatu flies out the closet and right into the living room where billy’s bleeding and teary but biting his lip so they don’t actually fall. susan’s covering max’s eyes but so shocked and tbh, FRIGHTENED, she doesn’t move a muscle beyond that. neil’s got the belt raised, preparing to bring it down again, and nosferatu smashes right into him. neil stumbles, turns back to see this freaky monster looking thing. proceeds to whip the belt at nosferatu. tries to fight him off with the belt and it doesn’t accomplish much beyond pissing him off more— nosferatu, like most classic vampire types, has a healing factor!

max rips her mom’s hands off her face in time to see her pet sink its fangs into her stepdad’s throat. nosferatu sucks neil dry. billy’s a little dazed, not quite frightened. susan is just dead ass frozen, too scared to scream, even. nosferatu crawls over to billy and nudges at him, making sure he’s in once piece and forgiving him in the same go. max darts over and that snaps susan out of her stupor, but she isn’t as fast as our blood-sucking bat monster.

nosferatu stretches his wings out and with a truly impressive wingspan, hugs both of the kids. <3

horror movie #2: a haunting! this one opens with a bang. it’s a tragic horror, beware. we’re in hawkins post s3. billy died at starcourt mall. neil’s obvi had a longstanding abusive mindset and abusive behavior, but he rly takes his grief out on susan and max. mostly susan. she does her best to protect max however she can, whether that means shielding her w her body, sending her out of the house, getting neil’s goat to inspire his ire in max’s place, etc. but sue simply isn’t around all the time and when she isn’t, but max is, well. yk.

one day neil comes home early (bc he lost his job for a violent outburst, tbh) and discovers susan packing a suitcase.

sue fights hard. she rly does. but neil is bigger, heavier, crueler, and to boot, he caught her completely unawares. he kills her. and no, no it’s not some accidental thing where neil makes one bad move rage-blind. he strangles her with his belt. she’s clawing at his arms and making these horrible choked, trapped animal noises. thrashes and twists her body with everything she has trying to get him off but he’s so strong, his grip is unrelenting, and she's growing weaker, lightheaded with the lack of oxygen. strangulation can induce incontinence and when susan blacks out, her piss streams to the hardwood— neil hears that as much as he felt the clawing and heard the noises, even now he could stop, but he doesn’t. he just. doesn’t think his wife has the right to leave him, esp not after his son just did.

neil burns the body and the suitcase in the woods while max is at school. max has been spending as much time as she can (and often with sue’s prompting) outside of the house, so it actually takes her about two days to realize her mother isn’t around. neil tells a pretty convincing story about how susan abandoned them, voice saturated with apology and sorrow. he takes her out for a fancy dinner and promises he’s going to be a better father-- that being a better father is the least he can do now that her mother abandoned her and they are alone in their grief.

max doesn’t know what to think. she’s been preoccupied with her own grief and pain. she finds it hard to believe her mother would just leave her to neil’s wrath. she has a lot of hangups with susan and anger toward her for marrying neil and not getting them out sooner, but she’s also old enough to realize there would be risks involved with that. it’s hard to reconcile the memory of her mother just last wk pinning max to the wall to protect her from neil’s blows with her own bod just abruptly taking off without a word in the middle of the night. but hey, maybe that’s why susan left. maybe she got sick of protecting her, maybe the pain got to be too much and she turned tail.

but also…it’s early october now, abt three months after billy’s death but still fairly warm outside. yet neil is wearing long sleeves. neil never used to button his collared shirts all the way up, and yet. every collar is buttoned. also, mom’s car is still here. why would mom leave without her car?

that ceramic pelican she loved so much is still here too, on the mantle in the living room. it doesn’t seem like the kind of thing she would leave behind, she's had it since max was a baby.

max almost wants to believe neil because she’d rather her mother abandoned her than be dead somewhere, rotting in a storage locker or a hole in the ground. under the earth with the worms, just like billy. max has the worst feeling low in the pit of her gut. she thinks she knows the truth. she thinks abt going to hopper and hesitates bc she’s not sure she could handle it if he actually found smth. or what would happen to her if he did, where she would be sent, who she would end up with.

this movie would be more on the ambiguous end of things. an arthouse horror, if u will.

the days turn into wks and neil is crawling in his skin. the viewer isn’t sure if the shadows he’s seeing, always, always susan-shaped shadows, are of a ghostly nature or if he’s just hallucinating out of guilt. but the signs gradually point to the former— that smth paranormal is indeed going on. bc those scratches and bite marks susan left in his skin?

they do not heal. they do not get infected. they do not become necrotic. but they do not heal, either. days turn into wks and the wounds still look fresh, like she just left them moments ago. neil can’t wear light colors anymore because his wounds weep red into the fabric. he isn’t just seeing susan’s shadows either, he’s smelling her.

he washes his sheets and pillowcases a dozen times and the scent of her shampoo, her lotion, it’s like it’s woven into the fibers. he walks into the hallway and chokes on the aroma of susan’s perfume. he wonders if max is screwing with him, if max figured it out and she’s trying to torture him into a confession. one day he stomps off to max's bedroom, furious, adamant on confronting her. he grabs her doorknob, prepared to yank it open and then lets out a yelp, jerking his hand back with a sudden sharp pain.

it feels like a bee sting (which would be esp bad for this fucker in anything i write, bc i headcanon him as being allergic). but there’s no stinger. no injury. nothing. neil is freaked out enough that he backs down.

max, on the other hand, is getting gentler signs. when she turns the radio dial in the camaro, it’s somehow always her mom’s favorite songs that come thru the speakers. when she goes to pull clothes out of her drawers in the morning, she discovers that the things she’d just shoved inside in wrinkled balls are perfectly folded, neat as a pin, exactly like how susan always folded. susan was always fond of cardinals and suddenly max is seeing cardinals, pretty red cardinals, in just abt erry tree and shrub.

neil wakes up one night to his wife’s voice whispering “boo” right in his ear. he throws the covers off and discovers ashes in the bed. he doesn’t smell susan’s shampoo or lotion anymore, he smells the kerosine he’d poured all over her body.

his wounds still won’t heal. whenever he looks in the mirror, he catches a glimpse of susan walking past behind him, peering at him from her peripheral. he whips around, heart hammering, but there’s never any tangible person there.

max is almost certain her mother is dead at this point. neil’s been so bizarrely nice to her lately. she never believed in ghosts but her experiences with the upside-down broadened her perception of reality. she doesn’t know how else to explain the songs, the cardinals, the folded clothes. the way that these days, whenever she does feel fear toward neil, it just fades away. her fear melts like popsicles in the sun, immediately replaced by the sensation of a warm, maternal hug, as if arms she can’t see are trying to reassure her she truly doesn’t need to be afraid of him anymore.

in fact, max feels so unafraid of neil and brave, that one night she calls him out on it. he’s grizzled and unshaven in his recliner, beer in hand. she steps in front of the television he’s vacantly fixated on and folds her arms across her chest.

“you killed my mom, didn’t you?”

quick as a flash, neil leaps to his feet. he brings his arm back like he’s going to strike her and susan’s ceramic pelican on the mantle explodes into shards. the lights flicker, the television program cuts to snow with a static roar. every other knickknack on the mantle rattles and framed photos tumble off the wall.

neil very wisely lowers his hand. he slumps, boneless. he doesn’t say a word. max sees the answer in his eyes. it’s the dead of night and she snatches the camaro keys off the hook, marching out of the house, slamming the door behind her. it’s the dead of night and she doesn’t care. she’s going to blow past every stop sign and pound on the chief’s door until he opens up. and fuck, i just realized if this is post s3 he’s supposed to be in russia. shit. i don’t watch this show, but i know abt russia bc i DID watch the clips of that demogorgon that i rly hope isn’t stuck in captivity!! okay, but let’s pretend that didn’t happen?

it’s an au?? i mean, errything i write is always technically an au anyway, bc when i write stuff susan has an actual personality and billy isn’t *completely* abhorrent. okay, so it’s an au and mr. hopper didn’t blow up and un-blow up in russia. he’s still here. so max drives to his house.

she pounds on the door so hard this guy snaps outta bed, thinking someone’s trying to bust it down. she tells him neil confessed to killing her mom. it isn’t true, exactly, but he didn’t have to. so it’s a helluva grim drive back to cherry lane, this time in the cop car.

but when they go inside, chief prepared to arrest neil, no need. neil’s hanging from the belt he strangled susan with, shirtless for the first time since that night, erry seemingly fresh furrow and bite mark on full display. below his dangling feet is a map, the area he burned susan’s corpse in circled in red marker. did he kill himself or did the ghost do it?

up to u, we soundlessly cut to credits without a concrete answer to that question.

horror movie #3: crossover special! stranger things meets the chilling adventures of sabrina. sequel to that fic i wrote where susan makes out with lilith, queen of hell, and lilith kills neil for her. sue officially joins the church of lilith. bc in this ‘verse the church of lilith actually happens after caos s2 instead of the nonsense that was s3 and the inconceivably godawful migraine-inducing shit-fest that was s4.

killing neil was lilith’s only freebee. susan isn’t a witch, she’s a mortal, so in order to reap the other rewards of worshipping the one and only mother of demons, she has to fornicate with the witches and participate in the sacrifices!!!

this is, uh, well. it’s p much a porno, dude, sorry. 😅

this is just an excuse for susan to have sex with lilith, zelda, marie, hilda, big witch orgies + susan. witches bathing in the blood of their sacrifices, susan so nervous and timid but unable to deny her desire. the witch’s dressing her in their gothic garb.

how does the rest of the fam get it on this?

max joins the church too. she has more age-appropriate conduct with sabrina and the weird sisters, and what have you. just smooches and over-the-clothes groping, and whatnot, even tho the weird sisters, at least, would be interested in going further if given the opportunity.

billy dies in starcourt again, so he gets revived in the cain pit! hilda is the one who goes to him after bc she’s been in the cain pit many a time (i am still BIG side-eyeing zelda for repeatedly murdering her sister since childhood). hilda understands how jarring it can be to come back. suddenly alive!billy is freaking tf out but she brings him inside the mortuary, wraps him up in a big blanket burrito and they have a talk. hilda explains that he’s going to be okay and rubs his back while he tentatively sips the hot chocolate she made.

after billy’s calmed down, she brings max and susan in. max and susan can’t do as much magic as the caos witches— they’re mortals, after all, it’s not in their nature —but they’ve gained some abilities thru being in the church, following the rituals, and being carnally involved with the immortal witches. max happily shows him some of her new magic tricks.

horror movie #4: another crossover with caos. heavily inspired by creepshow episode s2e1, model kid (which i already v blatantly referenced in the last axe snafu update and i’m not ashamed, bc it’s a good series i love v much).

billy picks max up from the byers’ place rly late one night. it’s dark and the weather is bad and okay, yeh, he might be a little high. and a little concussed. he pissed neil off pretty bad the other day and okay, actually he’s defo concussed bc he doesn’t even remember what he did wrong!

needless to say, they take a wrong turn somewhere. they end up in greendale. at first max is pissed. she yells at him a lot! yells so loud hilda can hear them thru the walls of dr. cerberus’s comic shop/diner. she goes outside to see what all the fuss is abt, hilda never rly ignores youth in need. we love hilda, she deserved so much better…i’m getting distracted, okay, back to the story.

hilda ushers them inside. max is like, “ooh, comics? horror junk and comics? nvm, i’m not mad anymore.” she pats billy’s arm and wanders away to go check stuff out! hilda makes billy sit down. caos canon established that she’s psychic, at least when she wants to be. she smells the weed but she also sees his life, his trauma. billy doesn’t remember what he did to piss neil off or the abuse that followed, but hilda sees it clear as day.

he’s rude and cranky w her when she probes a little too much for his liking. hilda gently but firmly reprimands him and gets him a milkshake on this house. then she goes to check on max. she steers max to a v particular section of the shop, the one that sells model kits. now, max isn’t *huge* into model kits BUT they are p neat and she enjoys them well enough. more so when the weather is nasty and she can’t go outside. or when she needs smth to do with her hands (a trait she shares w susan) to distract herself and ease some of the anxiety when she hears her brother being beaten or her mother being shouted at.

max is actually rly impressed by the array of models. vintage ones and newer ones. monsters, slashers, final girls, tiny accessories like knives and bloodied heads. but when she gets to the paint-your-own shelf, her jaw drops to the floor.

there’s one that looks just like neil. unpainted, plain gray vinyl, but undoubtedly her stepdad. the expression on the five inch figurine is one frozen in fear.

“i think that one’s calling to you,” hilda prompts her, with the softest smile.

max blinks away her bewilderment altho she still can’t speak. she turns to hilda and turns her empty pockets inside out. hilda just waves her hand. she tells her it’s on the house. that it wouldn’t be fair if she gave billy smth on the house, but not max.

speaking of billy, when he finishes his milkshake, he’s suddenly totally sober and healed!! no more high buzzing in his blood. no more pounding headache or concussion fogging his mind. he doesn’t feel his bruises anymore, rolls his sleeve up, and realizes they simply aren’t there anymore. like they dissolved off his skin.

albeit it’s muttered under his breath, but billy does thank hilda. then he and max are on their way. max shows him the suspiciously familiar figurine in the box. this night cannot get weirder.

max knows what to do with the model kit. she does. she isn’t sure how she knows, but she does. she grapples with it for a long time. neil’s the closest thing she has to a dad these days. and things aren’t bad all the time, ofc.

sometimes neil gives max a ride when mom and billy aren’t available. sometimes he brings her ice cream entirely unprompted. neil’s the one who picks max up off the sidewalk when she wipes out super bad on her skateboard, carries her inside and then later to the car when her cut doesn’t stop bleeding and she ends up needing stitches.

but most of the time he sucks. she can’t rly be herself around him. he's indifferent to her interest at best, scornful at worst. he would hate all her friends. he scares the shit out of her when he’s angry. he doesn’t have a problem belittling her mother in front of her, tearing susan to shreds and making her out like she’s lower than dirt, the most worthless person on the planet. doesn’t have a problem beating billy in front of her or glaring at her with the promise that she’ll be next if she dares to voice her dissent.

max doesn’t always want to do what she knows she’s meant to do with the model. bc she's kind at heart and bc on the good days, she genuinely does have mixed feelings toward neil. never enough to hope he'll be better, he's proven he won't...but maybe enough to hope he won't get worse, either.

then comes the night neil breaks ribs. bad, like we’re talking, a-sharp-spear-of-broken-rib-punctures-billy’s-lung-and-he’s-coughing-up-blood-bad. that’s a trip to the emergency room. in the days that follow, at her next dnd meeting w the party, max places the fully and attentively painted model of her stepdad on the table. normally her pals would protest her derailing the intended game, but they can sense it, yk, that smth is different.

max takes over as dungeon master to the protest of no one, all other mouths sealed as if bewitched and spellbound. she narrators a scene where the demogorgon devours neil and uses the demogorgon piece and the model for demonstration.

when max returns home, neil is strewn across the house in gory chunks and torn wallpaper curls around massive claw marks.

#writerwhowritesao3 #susan hargrove #max mayfield #billy hargrove #neil hargrove #crossover #hilda spellman #my scenario tag #i may have gotten carried away #my bad #it's october! #i'm in big horror mode

[autisticzukka]

what is this hakoda zuko arranged marriage you speak of? i am intrigued

okay so the long story short is that it’s a slight rebuttal of a popular post that is very fun but i find like... unrealistic in a really intriguing way like, how would this ACTUALLY play out. I’ve talked about it at length in my server a few times, and it’s one of those AU’s -- like the genderbend zukka ATLA rewrite or the zukki fic that starts with sokka failing to assassinate zuko -- that lives rent free in my head and I’ve written a couple thousand words for.

tw for like VERY unrequited zuko in love with hakoda and the inherent comedy of sokka being in love with his fire nation stepmom.

so here’s hakoda, chief of the southern water tribe, happily not-married to Bato. and here is a more balanced war, where the north and the south are actually  allies, rather than whatever the fuck they were in ATLA. Yue already has a fiance and the Northern chief refuses to remarry. that leaves hakoda responsible for biting the bullet and doing a political marriage even though, as he points out at length, he is an elected official and if he stops being elected it’s no longer a marriage with the chief of the south pole. intelligently but mostly selfishly motivated (yue’s fiance is his nephew, after all) pakku points out that its not like the fire nation knows... that. the fire nation is dumb. ozai’s stupid.

faced with such inarguable points hakoda stiffens his upper lip, pre-emptively ends things with bato on the understanding that if this is another kya situation they’ll get back together and that he’s still the most important person to him but the tribe comes first yada yada, and deals with katara throwing the mother of all tantrums. it is slightly softened by the fact that in return for him marrying the fire nation noble, a thing everyone can agree isn’t traditional, the north has finally agreed to train katara. she heads out before the wedding, in protest but also so as to not cause an international incident.

(on her way, she’ll find aang. with the war less dire, katara will be sympathetic towards his desire to live without committing violence, even if she deeply can’t relate. they’ll have a hot girl romcom summer of self discovery and coming to terms with the dichotomy between duty and love as they become master benders. at some point they pick up toph. they ARE a throuple.)

sokka meanwhile is like.. not cool with it.. but ? kind of relieved? like. he’s the eldest kid. he’s 18, and he’s been a man of the tribe as far as legalities for several years. it would have been entirely understandable if his dad had asked HIM to do it. he had his emotionally crushing romance with yue, and as much as he was like ‘im kind of a prince’, he finds he doesn’t actually want some of the responsibilities and demands that would bring. yue’s life sucks.

back in the fire nation, zuko never demanded a quest and never went on it. he’s spent years hardening into something that, while brittle, can survive the pressures of the court around him. he still has his scar. he still wants his father to love him, but he knows by now that it’s not something he’s capable of earning. he watches his sister, never the most stable person, start to have complete breakdowns of sanity once she hits puberty, and helps her cover for it and receive medical treatment on the down low. he’s the heir, but he lives knowing that if he was ever in a position to inherit his choices are to abdicate or have the baby sister who he raised kill him and destroy herself and the country in the process.

when he realizes the plan is to marry azula off rather than someone more reasonable-- mai is RIGHT there, for fucks sake-- he doesn’t realize ozai’s true intent is to fuck this up through malicious compliance and false shows of good faith. he panics, and does the zuko thing: he blurts out that this is unacceptable and immoral and she’s only 16 and Ozai sees the true opportunity for two birds with one stone. send zuko, let him piss someone off so badly he gets killed or divorced, and he gets rid of zuko from the line of succession permanently. there are those who are incredibly attached to teh idea of a firstborn for firelord, and it’s been a constant thorn in unpopular ozai’s side to nto be able to name azula his heir apparent without costly rebellion. but if he can taint him in the mind of the fire nation so much that birthright is easy to supercede-- yeah. this’ll work PERFECTLY.

so zuko is sent to marry hakoda, chief of the water tribe.

literally NO ONE was expecting it to be a member of Ozai’s immediate family. besides the fact that his oldest child is half hakoda’s age and his brother has 20 years on hakoda, it would have been sus as fuck - the treaty is not favorable enough to grant that kind of secession of interests. it becomes quickly apparent that this young man -- hakoda reminds himself of that repeatedly. not kid. not kid. young man. don’t think of him like a kid, it’s hard enough on both of us already. -- is not a horrible threat. he’s scared shitless and shakes with what he thinks is bravado. he’s desperate to make the marriage work. he’s desperate to not go home. he’s got a giant fucking scar on his face from where the fire lord punished him for some grievous but unstated offense.

zuko “daddy issues” fire nation sees his husband to be and, despite being scared shitless, immediately begins to soften a little. like... he’s not nearly as scary as he thought he’d be. his face can be stern, but it just as easily breaks into huge smiles, and his eyes are crinkled with laughter. he’s incredibly handsome. and his biceps are. his biceps. are. his hands are...

like. zuko thinks. okay. maybe. maybe his marriage duties. won’t be so horrible as he thought. maybe he’s ready for this. and he knows what to expect, Uncle had discreetly provided him the means and the contacts to acquire an intimate education in the whirlwind of activity that was the two months before leaving. and like, once he’d gotten past the nerves, it was often even... good? or at least... not bad? he thinks that even if hakoda isn’t a professional expert, he has a certain.... je ne sais quoi, if you will.

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sokka sees his new stepfather and immediately falls in love because he’s that kind of dumb bitch. (the core of this au is that i cant breathe thinking about sokka falling in love with his hot young stepmom his age who his dad doesnt even want to fuck. like. i CANT. sokka masturbates to ‘hand caught in the washing tub’ fantasies which are even more absurd for requiring zuko to be DOING LAUNDRY. i find it so funny.)

bato watches them at the wedding feast while hakoda is very clearly trying to treat zuko as an Equal Adult Partner and mostly managing to seem like someone having a serious conversation with a seven year old about the game they’ve made up. zuko is clearly enamored with it, soaking up the attention, blushing and doing his best to Bravely Flirt, which at one point includes awkwardly attempting to feed Hakoda by hand. bato has to excuse himself to have a teary eyed giggle, hoping that Kya is in the spirit world looking down and laughing with him. he can’t resent the kid even a little bit, when hakoda is sitting there looking so incredibly fucking befuddled as to what he’s supposed to do with this star struck infant he’s legally wed to

anyways all of this... is very funny. their wedding night... is less so. zuko does not take the rejection from hakoda very well, especially because he’d been caught wanting. HE’S the one who should be rejecting hakoda. and he catastrophizes almost immediately about his potential value to the water tribe, his future treatment, that endless inescapable freezing cold loneliness is the good ending for him here... hakoda, meanwhile, drops zuko off at his home, reassuringly informs him that there’s NOTHING else expected of him and he will be well taken care of, and books it to bato’s. bato refuses to let him in on grounds of ‘you can’t sleep under the same shelter as me on your wedding night to that kid, have a fucking brain’, and he ends up crashing at sokka’s.

sokka, who had KNOWN that his dad wouldnt, but also upon seeing zuko and zuko’s awkward flirting was like... but how COULDNT he???? sokka is relieved.

the core of this fic is that i find it endlessly hilarious for zuko to try and seduce his husband while sokka simps around zuko and bato tries to be heartbroken or betrayed but mostly ends up with a giant case of hysterical schadenfreude. but the thing that CLINCHED it for me, like THE scene. several years after being married, settled into their life. they’re partners and they see each other as people. and zuko just fucking snaps one night

he just kisses him, desperate and clawing and climbing and maybe a little drunk. he knows hakoda is going to push him away, maybe even hit him, but he doesn’t care anymore, he doesn’t care. he can do anything he wants to him as long as he just-- finally does something. zuko is 21 and married to the surface of the sun and the surface of the sun jr is his best friend and clearly in love with him-- so clearly not even zuko can miss it-- and like. listen. listen. zuko is not a patient person. but he’s been patient for this. he waited and he matured and he is a fucking amazing husband and he wants this, he wants him. he wants to be wanted.

but hakoda doesn’t push him away. hakoda doesnt yell at him, or hit him. hakoda gentles the kiss into something soft and closed lipped. he pulls away slowly, and his eyes are so sad for zuko, so pitying. he strokes his cheek with the back of his hand so gently. he says, I’m sorry. I don’t want you.

and zuko daddy issues fire nation swallows

and he nods

and he leaves, even though its his own fucking house

and he knows he’s never going to be good enough

like FUUUCK i am OBSESSED WITH THAT

#long post #lmao i am NOT fucking main tagging this #op #asked and answered #i just want zuko to fall in love with hakoda and for hakoda to gently reject him #noncommittalhum

[unmaskedagain]

No, Bruce! You can’t Adopt her.

This isn’t salt, Cupcake. But I’m going to do a quick drabble of this anyway because it’s an awesome idea.

The suit was a deep dark red. Darker than it used to be from what they had seen saw from the previous news reports reviewed. Her mask was black. Her eyes a startling blue and her hair a shade just touch short of being as dark as night. The girl looked to be no older than thirteen or fourteen.

Somehow she had shown up on the scene just before any of the batfamily could and immediately solve the riddles, freed the innocent civilization, dismantle the bomb with rubber duck and a hair pin, dodged the trap, and was now fighting off the Riddler and his men.

And as they watched her kick the Riddler in the face and then yo-yo away, only to spin around and do it a second time, all the batkids knew they’d have to step in.

“You can’t adopt her, B-Man,” The Redhood pinched his nose.

           Robin opened to his mouth his defend his father but quickly shut it. His four adopted brothers, an adopted sister, one sort of adopted “cousin”, and the hardcore way his father had been pushing Luke spend more and more time at the manner to the point where Lucius Fox had taken to glaring at the Dark Knight.

“…She needs a mentor,” Came Batman’s gruff response.

“You need a therapist.”

           They winced when Ladybug broke the arm of a 300 pound bodybuilder and slam him on the ground.

           Nightwing gave his dad a grin, “I’d love a new sister, OUCH!” His hand went his thigh and saw blood. He glared at Robin. “Did you stab me?”

           Robin slowly sheathed his sword. “…No.”

“Let go!” Riddler screamed as he clawed at the floor as the red menace dragged across the floor by his legs.

“Stop squirming!” Marinette barked. “You’re going to jail!”

           Somehow the Riddler managed to free himself. Then it was Ladybug chasing the Riddler around the tower.

“Come back here, you fashion disaster.”

           The caused the Riddler to pause and give the hero the most hurt look anyone of the batfamily had ever seen on him.

“Black Bat would love a sister.”

“Leave me out of this,” Cassandra’s voice rang in their ears. She was patrolling with Batwoman across the city.

           The fight ending with The Riddler hogtied, and dangling from the ceiling, while Ladybug chastised him on the rudeness of strapping people to bombs.

           Batman smirked.

“No!” Red Robin decided to step in, “She probably has parents. You can keep doing this B.”

“And another thing,” Ladybug hissed. “I’ve seen Disney villains with more style than you; you walking neon glowstick.”

           That was when Batman decided to step in. The Riddler visibly brightened at seeing him, “Bats, I don’t like this Robin. She’s mean. Bring back the boy Robin”

“That one lit you on fire.”

“…She made me cry.”

           Ladybug glared at the bad guy.

           Oh yes that was it, Batman was going to adopt Ladybug.

           Bruce Wayne was going to adopt Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The girl and the rest of her class had taken the Wayne internship program that lasted a little more than a month a half during summer.

           Marinette was the star. Unlike the other interns, Marinette was never late. She never complained. If someone needed research done, she was the first to volunteer and was exceptional at it. Tamara, Tim’s assistant, swore by her. The girl took to assisting the assistant to the CEO like fish to water. When they need a big name to perform at the Waynes’ annual charity Gala, after theirs backed out on short notice, Marinette had saved the day.

           She didn’t interrupt. She had merely leaned down and whispered in Tamara’s here, who then addressed the rest of the room.

“My assistant Marinette,” Tamara nodded with a relieved smile at the young girl. “Would like us to direct our attention to the front screen.”

           They all did. A few months later, the screen split and Clara Nightingale was on the screen, looking as glamourous as ever.

“Marinette,” She beamed. “Love, you are as gorgeous as ever. Now what’s this about a party in Gotham?”

           Before she could answered, there was a beep on the screen as another call came in. Marinette scrambled to disconnect it, “One moment. Sorry.” Tamara got up to help, only for the call to connect anyway.

           That was when Jagged Stone appeared on the screen, “Marinette, how’s it rocking? And Clara, I didn’t know you were on the line too. Penny!” He yelled. “I’ve facetiming Marinette and Clara. How you doing, loves?”

“Jagged,” Clara beamed. “I’m great. Xy’s been bugging me to lay vocals on his new tracks. I’ve heard better from my nephew’s garage band; and his nine.”

           Jagged winced. “That’ll tank a career. Dude’s a sound biter.” He turned his attention back to his favorite bluenette. “Marinette, what’s up? What’s with the stiff in suits?”

           Marinette blushed, “I’m Gotham working as intern for Wayne Industries.” Marinette said. “We’re in a meeting.” The young girl smiled prettily. “This is my amazing boss, Tamara!” She introduced the older black woman, standing between her and Tim. “And we could use some help with a Wayne charity event, on the 19th of this month.”

“I’m there!” Jagged grinned. “Hey! Penny, we’re going to Gotham. Marinette invited us to a party. We’re rocking out!”

“I’d love to come,” The brown-haired superstar clapped her hands. “I have been to Gotham yet. It will be an experience. I can write a song about Batman!”

“Well, we only need one of-” Marinette started but stopped herself as someone, Tim, jabbed her in the side. The only give away that something had happened was the slight widening of her eyes and then cough from Tim, when Marinette stomped on his foot. “Maybe, you guys can perform together.”

“YES!” Clara screamed excitedly. “A duet. A clash of natures.”

“Rock and Pop,” Jagged grinned his approval.

“The fans will love it,” The singer looked at Marinette. “Send us the deets. Jagged, I’ll call you in five to start composing our song.”

“Rock it out, talk later Marinette!”

           Then the calls disconnected.

“Clara Nightingale and Jagged Stone,” Bruce leaned back in his seat. “Well done, Marinette.”

           The Asian girl nodded, “Thank you, sir.” After the meeting let out, Tim, Bruce, Tamara, and Marinette remained behind as they finalized the information to send to the singers.

Bruce noticed Marinette give Tim a dark look, and then were was a huff and Tim winced in pain.

“Stopping fight with your brother,” Slipped from the billionaire’s mouth before he could stop it.

           The room froze. Tim’s face morphed from shock to understanding to an incredulous expression, “No. I’m telling, Alfred.”

           Bruce crossed his arms and pouted. Pouted. Marinette make an excellent additional the family.

           Her and Ladybug.

           He wondered how well the two would get along. If only he could get the two in a room together.

           Meanwhile…

           Lila had been feeding the class lies about her time in Gotham and living with the Wayne family. Alya believed every word, and had requested an interview with Lila’s Dami-bear.

Somehow she’d gotten stuck working in the mail room with Alya and Kim; neither were happy. She didn’t even know where Marinette ended up so she could spin a tail about the other girl threatening her to switch assignments.

           The only bright spot was the Damian Wayne frequently visited Wayne tower to learn about how the business works. However, whenever she tried to get close to him, he’d give her a look of disdain.

           That didn’t bother Lila though. As soon as he got to know her, or rather the her she’d tell him she was, Damian would fall head over heels.

           However, as the weeks went on in Gotham, she found all her plans to get close to the Wayne heir failed. She even tried visiting his home, feigning being lost, only for the Butler to send her packing. Lila didn’t even get a chance to look inside.

           When she learned about the gala, she upped her game. She found herself just “happening by” whenever Damian just happened to be walking by. One time, Lila even pretended to trip and hurt herself; only for Kim to “rescue” her and Damian to walk on by like she didn’t even exist.

           On the night of the gala, she sat in her hotel room with her adoring classmates, watching it on TV, “I’d have gone of course but Dami-bear didn’t want me to get attention from any Gotham villains.”

           Alya nodded sympathetically.

           Lila opened her mouth to regale another tale about her and Damian love affairs when Sabrina cut her off, “Hey, that’s Marinette!”

           And sure enough, the girl they had all froze out and declared their ex-friend was on screen walking with Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, a beautiful black woman, Damian Wayne, and Tim Drake. Marinette wore a stunning sliver dress that made eyes stand out even more.

“Who are you wearing, Clara!” A paparazzi called.

“MDC,” The superstar answered and placed a hand on Marinette’s shoulder. “This designer here. Marinette Dupain-Cheng; she designed all of our looks tonight; including her own. Doesn’t she look wonderful?”

           More questions were thrown out.

“Jagged, why a crocodile? Why not a dog or a cat.”

“Damian, who are you dating?”

“Why is MDC with you, Tim?”

           Jagged answered first, “Well I wanted a dog. But I’m deathly allergic to fur. Found out when I was a kid. Can’t get near it. Dogs are cool but cats aren’t rock and roll enough for me.”

“I am dating no one,” Damian answered. “Any rumors that say otherwise are lies. Anyone that says otherwise is lying, and should keep in mind I will sue for defamation of character.”  

           Tim grinned at the crowd, “Marinette is Tamara’s intern. She helped organize this wonderful event. She did such an amazing job as an intern that I’ve had to stop my dad from trying to adopt her.” There were laughs from the crowed.

           Damian snorted as they walked inside, “He is not joking.” He was the one who found the adoption papers.

#marinette dupen chang #Marinette deserves better #class salt #ml salt #bruce wayne #crack #batfamily

[darksaiyangoku]

Devils of Remnant Chapter 1- Rebellion

Rain fell heavily around the ruins of what was left of Beacon. Facing each other were two girls, one with a black jacket and red hoodie, the other with a blue jacket and white dress. Blue eyes met silver and both gripped their weapons tight.

Weiss: So it's come to this.

Ruby: I guess so.

Thunder cracked the air.

Ruby: *draws her sword* It's over, Weiss. I will stop you... even if that means I have to kill you.

Weiss: *scoffs* If you really have the intent to kill me, you would've done it by now. *draws katana* Face it, Ruby, I'm always going to be one step ahead of you.

With great speed, the two charged at each other. This was it. Their final clash.

—2 Years Ago, Redgrave City—

The Black Bear Club of Redgrave City was notorious for being host to many of Vale's lowest of the low. Gangsters, drug dealers and, if rumours were to be believed, demons. Sitting at the bar was Ruby Rose, tapping her fingers to the beat of Red Like Roses. Hei Xiong, known as “Junior” to his friends, was on bartender duty tonight. Ruby smiled as soon as her drink was served.

Junior: It's on the house, Rubes. *two-finger salute*

Ruby: Thanks, Junior. *drinks lemonade*

???: Is that lemonade on the rocks or neat?

Ruby turned her head to find a boy sitting next her. He had golden blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He wore casual clothing; a yellow hoodie with a black shirt underneath, blue jeans and white shoes.

Ruby: *deadpans* Very funny.

???: Okay, that was mean. Sorry. *chuckles*

Ruby: It’s okay. *chuckles back*

???: I’m Jaune. Jaune Arc. Short, sweet and rolls of the tongue.

Ruby: *smiles* I’m Ruby. Ruby Rose.

Jaune: *smiles back* That's a pretty nice name.

Ruby: *blushes* Um... well...

Jaune: *blinks* What? Did I say something wrong?

Ruby: N-No! No, it's just that... hehe, no one's really said that about my name before is all.

Jaune: Well I guess there's a first time for everything. *smiles*

Ruby: *giggles*

Jaune: So, Ruby, what’s a girl like you doing in a dingy place like this?

Junior: Hey!

Ruby: Long story short, I really needed to get out of the house. My sister and brother have been working me stiff all year. *groans*

Jaune: *low whistle* I guess training with Devil Hunters isn't as easy as everyone says.

The way Jaune said 'Devil Hunters' caused Ruby to nearly jump out of her seat.

Ruby: D-Devil Hunter? Whaaat? No. *nervous laughter* W-What makes you think I'm a Devil Hunter?

Jaune: Oh come on, I can tell by the type of guns you're carrying.

Ruby stared blankly. On her hips were two M1911 handguns, one black and one red. Her foot shook on the stool as she tried to think of a way to divert him.

Ruby: Well... lots of people carry guns here. That's not enough to prove that I'm a Devil Hunter.

Jaune: *nods* That's a good point. However, the same can't be said about the sword hanging from your waist.

Ruby: ...damn it.

Jaune: *snorting laughter* You know, if you're trying to hide that you're a Hunter, you're doing a very good job.

Ruby: *pouts* Hmph!!!

Just then, Ruby and Jaune’s chat was cut short by a group of four guys. One had long, blue hair and wore a grey suit, the other wore a green vest with a light green mohawk, the third wore a brown t-shirt and had brown hair and finally there was the burly lad, with ginger hair and wearing a grey shirt that the logo of a golden cardinal bird. Their names were Russel Thrush, Sky Lark, Dove Bronzewing and their leader, Cardin Winchester.

Cardin: Why hello there, hot stuff. *winks at Ruby*

Ruby: Um... can I help you?

Cardin: How about you and I head over to the dance floor?

Ruby: *ponders* Hmmm... a tempting offer but I think I’ll stick with Jaune over here.

Jaune: *waves* Hello.

Cardin: *sneers* Really? This guy? Come on, he’s a total dork. You need a real man, like me.

Ruby: I happen to like dorks, thank you very much.

Cardin: Ugh, quit playing hard to get! *grabs Ruby’s wrist*

Ruby: Agh! Let me go!

Jaune: Hey, get off of her!

Sky: *pushes Jaune*

Jaune: Agh!

Russel: What the boss says, goes. *kicks Jaune*

Jaune: *coughs in pain*

Ruby: Leave him alone!

Cardin: Oh we will, as soon as you give me my dance.

Ruby: *grunts* If you don’t let me go, you’re gonna be sorry!

Cardin: *grips tighter*

Ruby: *smirks* Okay… you asked for it.

Using her free hand, she reached to her hip and pulled out one of her handguns. Before Cardin could react, Ruby shot him in the shoulder. Black blood leaked from the wound. The blood of demons. The sound of gunfire caused the people at the club to panic and they scrambled towards the exit. Cardin’s eyes turned red and his teeth became fangs.

Ruby: If you’re gonna disguise yourself as a human, you gotta be a little more convincing than that.

Cardin: *snarls* You bitch! I’ll you apart!!!

Surrounded by black smoke, Cardin transformed into his true self; a lanky wolf-like demon with black fur, white fangs and a skull-like mask. His entourage followed suit, transforming into demons too. Baring their sharp claws, they lunged towards Ruby. However, she was far too quick and zipped away just in time. From the back of her waist, she pulled out her sword. It was a beautiful silver blade with skull crossguard.

Ruby: Time for some Rebellion!

Ruby charged forward and sliced Sky and Dove's arms clean off. They roared in pain. Russel, meanwhile, tried to attack from behind, only to have Rebellion pierce his chest. Reaching for her other gun, Ruby pointed them at Sky and Dove.

Ruby: Say cheese!

With two shots, they fell to the floor like ragdolls and crumbled to ash. Cardin looked in shock as his friends were slaughtered. Ruby aimed her guns at him and gave him a deadly smile before delivering the final shot to his head. Jaune stared at her, baffled and impressed at what happened.

Ruby: *scratches her head* Maybe I went a little overboard.

Jaune: Are you kidding? That was incredible!! I-I've heard about the work of Hunters but to actually see it? Wow!!!

Ruby: *blushes* Stop, it was nothing. *scroll beeps* Aw no! I’m late. S-Sorry Jaune, I gotta get going. I'll see you around.

Jaune: Actually, you won't. I'm only visiting Vale.

Ruby: *frowns* O-Oh.

Jaune: B-But if you want, I can give you my number.

Ruby: Oh yeah! Sure!

After exchanging numbers, both of them parted ways with big smiles on their faces. Meanwhile, watching from the sides, was a blonde girl, Yang Xiao Long. From her pocket, she pulled out a picture of a white, armoured figure carrying a blood red sword. She stared at it and gave a small smile.

Yang: Ruby.

* * *

Ruby ran through the streets until the reached Schnee Manor, her home. Standing in front of the door was her older sister, Weiss and she didn’t look happy.

Weiss: Where have you been?

Ruby: U-Um, nowhere? *innocent smile*

Weiss: Don’t try to act like the cute sister to fool me, I know you were out.

Ruby: W-Well so what if I was? There’s nothing wrong with having a bit of fun!

Weiss: Did you forget that you're training to be a Hunter? Beacon Academy isn’t your standard school, you’re fighting demons to protect the world! Start taking this seriously!

Ruby: I do take this seriously, Weiss. I've been taking it seriously for years!

Weiss: You’re certainly not acting like it. Your reckless actions are going to come back and bite you in the ass one day.

Ruby: *sigh* Fine. I’m going to bed. *walks inside*.

From the side was the family butler, Klein.

Klein: Weiss, don't you think you're being a bit too hard on her? She's only 16 after all.

Weiss: True, but she shouldn't be wasting her time on meaningless things like going out. She has great potential. Winter saw that the day we found her and we are this close to bringing it out.

Klein: I understand, but one day off can't hurt surely? You've witnessed her talents and she's maintained it consistently.

Weiss: *sighs* I suppose. I guess I'll talk to her tomorrow. Good night, Klein.

Klein: Goodnight, Weiss.

* * *

The next day, Ruby was woken up by the loud racket of the front door. Stumbling downstairs, she opened the door, only to find no one there. On the porch was a letter wrapped in an silver envelope with her name written on it. Confused, she opened it and read the contents. Her eyes grew wide and she let out a loud scream of joy, waking up her brother, Whitley.

Whitley: Jeez, do you have to be so loud in the...

Ruby: *beaming*

Whitley: ...morning? Why are you smiling like that?

Ruby: I'm going to Beacon!!!!!

#rwby #rwby au #crossover au #devils of remnant #rwby devils of remnant #devil may cry #ruby rose #jaune arc #weiss schnee #whitley schnee #klein seiben #team crdl #cardin winchester #russel thrush #dove bronzewing #sky lark #chapter 1 rebellion

[away-from-anthills]

chapter two-

(prologue) (chapter one)

“Let all cats, old enough to catch their own prey…”

“Already?” muttered Stoatslink. A dash of doubt sat behind the white tom’s yellow eyes. “It’s been almost too soon for Shalestar to make a decision…”

Stoatslink’s tone stuck on Antstep like a burr. Had it been too soon? No- Shalestar had to know what he was doing. Antstep knew of Shalestar’s wisdom more than he knew of his own nest.

“Who do you think it’s going to be?” Russetfoot padded up next to him, his red tabby shoulder touching Antstep’s solid dark brown one. “I’d bet on Shadeflower, personally-“ -he beckoned with his tail to the dark gray tabby molly that sat at the edge of the nursery- “-but I think my brother could do a good job. My mate, too- but she wouldn’t want to follow her brother’s footsteps.”

Stripedwing and Rainleap had been close as kits, but had naturally drifted apart over time. She wanted to be a tunneler, and lacked ambition; he wanted to be a moor runner, and had had his sights on leadership since apprenticeship. There were no hard feelings between either of them- and Antstep recalled a dawn patrol not long ago where Rainleap said he intended to share tongues with his sister more.

Antstep had felt an envy towards Rainleap then. Rainleap, at least, had a sibling. Antstep had none.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Antstep realized Russetfoot was waiting on an answer from him. “So? What do you think? Did Shalestar tell you anything when he asked for you?”

“I- uh-“ Antstep tried to stall the conversation- but thankfully, Shalestar was already about to begin, and Russetfoot’s eyes had left Antstep to focus on the old scarred blue-gray tom.

“I realize it has been only a short while since I announced the loss of Rainleap to the Clan. However, we must follow the Warrior Code- even in unprecedented situations like this. I promised a new deputy by moonhigh, and my Clan shall get one. I have come to the conclusion of which WindClan member shall become your next deputy. I ask only that you be kind to him. He may not be an obvious choice, but with a bit of experience as deputy, he will learn quickly.”

It felt as all the Clan were eyeing each other. Half of Antstep wanted to puff out his chest with pride. The other half, meanwhile, wanted to shrink inwards and disappear.

“I say these words now, before StarClan, so our ancestors- Rainleap among them, now- may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of WindClan… is Antstep.”

There was a silence of deliberation for a moment, and then a gasp or two. Molethroat and Cherrycloud, who were near the back of the sandy hollow by the nursery, seemed to approve. Rockscratch and Russetfoot seemed to be in what Antstep could only assume was awe. He had never felt what it was like to cause awe before.

But there was a tense feeling among some of the others. Talonscar, their eyes still dimmed from mourning their former apprentice, sat in silence, shifting their weight from one paw to another. Sandwhisker looked pleased, but even she seemed to have some doubt about Shalestar’s choice, despite being particularly close to him. Antstep flattened his ears against his chestnut-colored fur as he scaled the rock to stand besides his leader.

“Again, I know he is perhaps not what you expected. But I mentored him myself, and it was I who brought him to WindClan when he was but a kit. I feel like I know Antstep particularly well- he reminds me of myself, when I was about his age. And I was about his age when Marigoldstar elected me as deputy, back before many of you were even born. It may take him a while to learn the ropes as deputy- but when he gets the hang of it, I promise you, he shall be a great deputy- and, perhaps… a great leader, once I pass on.”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Antstep felt his spine coil. That sharp voice belonged to only one cat in the Clan- Sparkthistle. The ginger molly, with bright stripes and a snout that turned slightly upwards, pushed her way to the front of the hollow. “You’re telling us, Shalestar, that you’re replacing Rainleap with this sad sack? He’s not even a proper WindClan cat! He’s just your pet project! There’re so many cats in this Clan- and you choose that excuse of a warrior? He can’t even manage his own apprentice, let alone-“

“Sparkthistle, I am your leader,” Shalestar commanded, a fleck of anger on his tongue. “If you have any complaints, you can talk to me or Whitetooth in the morning.”

Sparkthistle opened her mouth as if she had something more to say- but, she began to flounder, and the shrewish molly backed away into the crowd. Cherrycloud rather embarrassed on Sparkthistle’s behalf, slinking back into the nursery den with Molethroat beside her.

“Meeting dismissed. Webwhisker, Stoatslink, remember it is your duty to keep guard over the camp tonight.”

As WindClan retreated to their dens, and Webwhisker and Stoatslink climbed the walls of the sandy hollow to assume the night watch, the coiled nervousness in Antstep’s belly began to loosen. He left the Tallrock and flexed his claws into the sand below. The moon- which was at the very center of the sky- looked downward upon him, and the hollow was filled with a certain stillness. The cicadas and crickets sang in the distance, and a curious hope began to flow through Antstep’s veins as his amber eyes locked with the moon’s pale one.

I’m WindClan deputy now… it’s my chance! They’re going to finally love me! I’m going to be the best deputy I can be…

It dawned on Antstep that he was not the only one there. He turned to see Whitetooth. The WindClan medicine cat seemed as if they were still analyzing him. They were nearly all white- the color of slightly stale milk- except for their ears, a spot or two on their back, and their tail, which was plumy and brown like a female pheasant.

“I look forward to our partnership and- if you’ll allow me to say it- friendship, Antstep,” they said simply. “As deputy and medicine cat. If you ever need anything- all you have to do is ask.”

Antstep nodded. Even the medicine cat wants to be my friend!

As Whitetooth slunk into their medicine den, where Marblepaw was already fast asleep, Antstep contemplated. He climbed the edge of the sandy hollow- away from Webwhisker and Stoatslink’s positions- and looked towards the east, where the sun would rise and where the marigolds grew.

 As sunlight crept into the clearing the next day, Antstep immediately began to try and plot out what his first patrol would be. This was, after all, one of the most important deputy duties. He had to get it just right. Suddenly, the confidence he had had earlier dissipated. What will the Clan think of me if I’m not able to plan this out right? They already hate me, don’t they…

“Well, you may be a good hunter- but I’m far better!”

“You’re not!” “Am too!”

There was a squeal as Twigpaw, in the heat of this little spat, launched himself onto Spiderpaw, grabbing onto her shoulder. However, she was too quick. The dark gray tabby molly shook herself, and Twigpaw let go as soon as he had latched on. She then jumped over and pinned the smaller brown tabby tom onto the sandy earth. As he grunted and tried to free himself, she stood triumphantly.

“Spiderpaw, let him go,” Antstep instructed. She gave it a moment of thought, and- after pushing down on Twigpaw for a moment- let him go. He stuck his tongue out at her.

“Well, just remember, Twigpaw- my mom’s the leading queen and my mentor’s the deputy.”

“Don’t let it get to your head,” warned Antstep, curling his paw around her feet to make sure she didn’t jump back out at him. “If I mess up too bad, you wouldn’t want to even look at me, now, would you?”

“Depends,” she said slyly, her lips curled upward like the biting adder. “But it means I have two on Twigpaw.” She grinned. “Hey, maybe when you’re leader, you could make my mom Shadeflower your deputy! Then Twigpaw won’t even be able to lay a paw on me.”

“Don’t get too ahead of me,” said Antstep. “It’s my first day. …Say, would you like to go on the dawn patrol this morning? You haven’t been out on it in a while.”

Spiderpaw nodded enthusiastically. Antstep felt proud of himself- but then the worries began to nip at his paws again. There’s no way that’s going to work! They’ll all think I’m favoring my own apprentice over the others! What other apprentices are there… Goldenpaw was on patrol just yesterday… Maybe Milkpaw or Coalpaw?...

“You’re up early,” yawned a sleek blue-gray tom. His shadow was identical to Shalestar’s; however, he was a tad shorter and far younger. A white bib-shaped marking covered his chin and chest.

“Oh. Hello, Toadpool,” said Antstep, nodding to acknowledge the blue-and-white cat’s presence.

“I think you’re going to do just fine as deputy.”

“Wh- what makes you say that?” said Antstep. Was his anxiousness that obvious already?

“Deputy jitters,” explained Toadpool, shrugging. “Everyone gets it. Even Grandpa told me that he had them. You’ll do just fine- I trust his choices, after all.”

Toadpool was right. Shalestar had a good head on his shoulders, and neither of them had a reason to doubt him.

“I’m trying to figure out the dawn patrol,” explained Antstep. “I was thinking Spiderpaw and your apprentice Milkpaw could take it this morning. Would you- uh- like to come along?”

“Sure! But you don’t have to ask, you know. Deputies usually just kind of say who’s going on patrol or not.”

Right. Antstep already felt hot embarrassment on his face.

“I have an idea. I can come with you and try to calm your nerves a bit. We can bring our apprentices, too. Maybe you could also take Rockscratch and Sparkthistle? I know you don’t like Sparkthistle and she doesn’t like you, but maybe you could talk it out…”

It was a naïve suggestion. But Antstep didn’t have the heart to tell Toadpool that.

“Sure.”

“Great! I know Grandpa will give you some tips and stuff, but I can tell you if there’s anything I know. And we can train our apprentices together.” He looked over to where Spiderpaw was- she was busy chasing down a centipede that had weaseled its way into the den. “Be careful of her,” he joked. “She’ll eat you alive.”

“Takes a brave one to be her mentor,” Antstep joked back, puffing out his chest with pride.

 The sun’s lazy red eye began to peer over the earth, and Antstep’s first patrol slithered through the WindClan grass. It was a quiet morning, and the world seemed as though part of it had stood completely still since Rainleap’s death. Dew stuck to their pelts as they schlepped themselves along the trail.

“If Rainleap were here…” said Sparkthistle in the back of the small group, muttering something off-key to herself. Rockscratch, who was just in front of her, distanced himself.

But Antstep tried to keep his worries behind him, crowded around Sparkthistle instead of wandering to his head. It was his first day, after all. Anything could happen. He could worry later, with the comforts of Shalestar and Whitetooth there to listen.

Spiderpaw ran up to him with a fat mole in her mouth. “Look!” she said, in the muffled way cats do when their mouths are crammed full. “Milkpaw showed me how to catch it. You have to feel their tunnels beneath your paws, and you gotta have the right timing. She told me it’s a tunneler skill. Maybe I should show you how, someday…”

Antstep watched Toadpool sign a joke to Milkpaw, who responded with throaty laughter. He didn’t get the punchline- it was something to do with tunneling, which he had never been familiar with- but he began to think. Why hadn’t Shalestar chosen Toadpool? Shalestar was also fairly close to Toadpool, and had watched him grow up in a similar way as he had with Antstep, although the leader had not mentored him. Toadpool even had something Antstep did not: Toadpool was the son of one of Shalestar’s children, who had perished in that forest fire around the time Antstep had been found by a WindClan patrol.

But then it truly sunk into him, as he watched Toadpool and Sparkthistle converse. He was trying to let her on in the joke, but she responded with overdone apathy, flattening her ears tight like they were strapped to her skull to get him to shut up. Toadpool was too ineffective; too naïve. Tatteredstar and Pigeonstar could tear him apart with one word.

He would make for a great friend. Perhaps a deputy- but as a leader? He would fall apart like dried leaves in a fire, up there on that Great Rock.

Antstep knew Shalestar had to have chosen him for a reason.

But he couldn’t think of what that reason was.

 -

The next few days went by with little incident. Patrols were organized; patrols were sent. Occasionally, when he was out with them, Antstep would see the wandering eye of RiverClan or ShadowClan cats, from deep within their own territories.

Did they notice a change?

Could they tell something was different?

Antstep did not know what he wanted the answer to those questions to be.

The camp was quiet. Besides his few friends, Antstep found himself once again a stranger in his own- or was it ever his own?- land. Perhaps the death of Rainleap weighed his Clan down too much still- this is what Antstep wanted to believe. But there was always this great, nagging feeling that sat on Antstep’s haunches- do they like me enough? What if they hate me? What if, on the night I become leader, they’re all going to kill me together? What if-

But Antstep tried to take solace in the fact that Shalestar was always there. Shalestar knew what he was doing. Shalestar would teach him all he needed to know. He’d learn.

It was a briar that shattered that thought.

 It was an overcast day- the kind of overcast where the clouds look like a big, unraveling blanket; the kind of overcast that makes your head feel heavy with the promise of an oncoming storm. Antstep was taking a few of the apprentices out into the heart of the moors to learn some hunting techniques.

“Now, the key to catching a good rabbit is to know what way to chase it,” Antstep said. “Some of you have caught one of them before. And that is very good! But you need to have a plan.”

“You could raid a rabbit nest,” said Spiderpaw, in that sort of smart-alecky way that was practically her second language. “Bunch of little rabbits in there right for the taking.”

“Ah, but what about rabbits who live in burrows? And what about getting the proper taste of grown rabbit meat?” That- and Antstep always felt a bit of pity, raiding nests and newborns like that. He assumed an almost exaggerated posture and tried to project his voice towards them. “What you have to have is a plan. You have to know how to corner it. The rabbit’s always going to run away from you, and it’ll outrun you nearly all of the time. What you have, that the rabbit doesn’t, is strength in numbers. You need to drive it towards your Clanmates and pounce from all sides.“

The apprentices nodded in unison.

“Now- look, there’s one now. All of you, position yourselves here. Crouch down and hold steady. I’m going to chase it here, and when I give the word, leap.”

Antstep hunkered himself down into the grasses and slunk around it in a great circle. The rabbit turned its head, and for a short moment there was stillness between the two. Then it bounded away, slowly gaining momentum as Antstep broke into chase. Faster and faster, becoming rhythmic with the land below and the sky above- until Antstep recognized the shapes of the apprentices ahead, hiding below patches of Queen Anne’s Lace.

“Now!”

Goldenpaw and Twigpaw leapt from one way, and Spiderpaw and Coalpaw from another. Goldenpaw grabbed onto its chest and pulled it to the earth, Twigpaw grabbed its head by the front of its throat and pushed it back as far as he could. Spiderpaw grabbed its midsection, and Coalpaw pinned the legs to the earth to prevent the leporid from kicking further. There was a struggle, there was a finality, and then it was gone, as if the soul had slipped straight out of the meat.

“Very well done! Now, you see how I made sure to go in a big circle around it? That’s so it’s tricked into running this direction. If I went right towards it, it’d run away. If I went at it from the side, it’d run away. I’m going to show all of you how to chase rabbits one by one. Hopefully, we’ll make more successful catches, and we’ll have plenty to restock the fresh-kill pile with by the time we return to camp around sundown.”

He took the corpse of the freshly-killed rabbit with him, straddling it with his front legs, and the group quietly moved to another location a bit north of where they initially where. “Now, be careful,” said Antstep. “There’s a briar patch over there- the rabbit’s going to be smart enough to avoid it, so we must plan around it.” He pointed his tail towards where a big, bracken-colored mass of twisted thorny branches lay. The apprentices nodded- but not without Spiderpaw whispering a joke to Goldenpaw about how likely it’d be that Coalpaw or Twigpaw would get themselves tangled in it.

They can handle it.

There was the sound of a soft crunching of plant stems in the distance.

“There’s another,” said Antstep. “Here. Coalpaw, come with me.”

Coalpaw was bigger and heavier than the other apprentices- a cat built for fights, but not so much the hunt. Antstep figured he could go first, as he might take longer to learn the speed and stealth involved with rabbit-hunting. Antstep hunkered down again, Coalpaw followed, and carefully, slowly, the circled back around to the rabbit. Just like last time, they gave chase, and the two cats started to herd the rabbit. Antstep felt his paws go faster and faster, his muscles slowly easing to let sheer momentum swing his feet, the earth moving below him.

“Now!”

He leapt onto the rabbit, and again the other three apprentices leapt, there was a moment of struggle, a moment of release, and then Twigpaw and Spiderpaw declaring victory.

Antstep felt very, very pleased with himself until he heard a voice behind him.

“Help me! Antstep! Help!” He turned to see Coalpaw. Evidently, during the chase, the young tom had tripped himself on a pebble and sent himself flying into the briar patch, where he lay now. He was not particularly stuck, but Antstep could see he needed someone to pull him out.

“Hold on, Coalpaw, I’m…” He got a good look at the briar patch. The earth below it was lower than the rest of the ground, and there was a definite incline between the two surfaces. If Antstep were to pull out Coalpaw, he’d need to watch his step.

“I’m coming. Here, Goldenpaw, hold onto my back foot.”

He felt Goldenpaw grip his back ankle with her teeth. He grimaced at the feeling for a moment, and then leaned over the edge into the briar patch. He grabbed onto one of Coalpaw’s legs.

“Shut your eyes and make yourself go limp, so the branches don’t scratch as much.”

Coalpaw did so, and then Antstep thrusted him out in one quick motion. But as he did, he felt Goldenpaw suddenly let go of him on accident. Coalpaw managed to scramble out onto the grassy pathway as Antstep plunged into the briar patch backwards and belly-up.

Dammit!

Antstep wriggled himself back and forth to try and get back upright, but the briars further tightened around him. He clenched his teeth, trying to thrash himself free, but he only slunk deeper and deeper into the briar patch. Panic seized him as he watched the apprentices crowd around to watch their own deputy make an absolute fool of himself.

And then, finally, he gave up.

“Twigpaw, can you send for a patrol?”

 “Well, well. Look who got himself stuck,” said a familiar unenthused voice. It was Sparkthistle, accompanied by Webwhisker and Emberheart. “Our own deputy can’t even get himself out of a stack of twigs.” “It’s a bit more than that,” said Webwhisker, cringing with sympathy.

“Here.” Emberheart slowly nosed her way into the briars and grabbed Antstep’s right foot. “Sparkthistle, you get the other one. Webwhisker, help us pull him out.”

Sparkthistle hesitated, and then grabbed Antstep’s left foot. The two mollies yanked him free- Sparkthistle a bit more forceful- and Webwhisker pushed him as soon as they had pried out his torso. Antstep flipped over onto his feet, his head dizzy from having been upside down.

“You’ve got a lot of scratches from it,” said Webwhisker. “You should see Whitetooth, I think.”

“For just that?” snarked Sparkthistle.

“I worry about it getting infected, that’s all.”

“It is rather bad,” Emberheart said as she inspected Antstep’s flank. “He’s lucky his ears and eyes are in one place.”

Great- I’m not even leader yet and I’m already incompetent enough that I nearly lost my eyesight!

“I can continue on with the apprentices,” offered Webwhisker. The two mollies waited to see Antstep’s reaction; he responded with a nod after some contemplation.

And so, Antstep, Sparkthistle, and Emberheart walked back to camp.

 “’Tis not too bad,” said Whitetooth, inspecting Antstep’s myriad of scratches as they wrapped him in cobwebs. “You shall be on your feet within a couple of days. But it is important you rest so infection does not begin. Lie down on the nest Marblepaw prepared for you on the right. Avoid Shalestar, you don’t want him to give you illness.”

“Illness? Shalestar?” Sure, Antstep had noted the leader was a bit slow the past few days, but he hadn’t ever noticed he smelled of sickness. He watched as Marblepaw- a little brown tabby molly, nearly identical to her brother Twigpaw- carefully inspected the sleeping leader, who’s eyes were crusty and who’s fur had became oily from a lack of cleaning himself.

“Mild whitecough, with fever. We have enough tansy for it, but it is worrying given his age. …May I talk to you in private?”

The two cats exited the medicine cat den and sat on the edge of the sandy hollow. Droplets of rain began to fall from the sky, speckling the earth.

“…I suspect that Shalestar may not be long for this world. He may leave us sooner than he expected to.”

Antstep felt something inside himself, black and shivering, begin to coil. “You mean-“

“…This is mild whitecough, and it’s wrecked him. If he doesn’t pass of this- something else is going to come along, and it will be far, far worse.”

Antstep felt like he was going to vomit. He couldn’t even match wits with briars- and now, less than a moon since Rainleap died, less than a moon since he had become deputy at all, before he had even attended a Gathering, here he was. It felt as if a great shadow stood over him, one that only he could feel, who bristled the fur on his spine and clamped its paws on his shoulders.

“… What shall we do? I- I can’t be leader now! I barely got to be deputy! What will the Clan think? What will the other leaders think? What if they think I killed him? I can’t have that on my record, I can’t-“

“Calm yourself, Antstep.” Whitetooth’s voice was deep but smooth, like thick greenleaf tree-sap. “Take heart. You are not the first or the last cat to become leader on such short notice, and I am sure the other leaders will understand as will our Clan. Elsewise- I will be here for you. You know me to be very compassionate.”

The first thunders of a storm began to rumble in the distance.

“Please trust me, for the good of the Clan. …Now, rest. If our beloved leader passes within the next few days from this illness, take solace in that you will be there for him.”

Anstep nodded, and as the rain developed into downpour, the two cats headed back inside.

 Shalestar slipped away, later that night, long after all but Whitetooth and Antstep fell asleep; his last words were faint mumblings too obscured by the thunder outside to understand. It was a slow and very peaceful death- the eyes closed, the breathing stopped, the muscles suddenly went limp. Whitetooth placed two leaves over his eyes and positioned the body flat and compact, like he was crouching forever, so when the Clan would visit his body before the burial the next day he would not look too ill. When he died, there was a moment where the clouds unweaved themselves, and a small patch of starlight lit the center of the sandy hollow.

It was over now, and it had begun.

Antstep awoke as Antstar two days afterward.

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[writingmorsels]

Prompt: Eagles and Angels

After Alex's disappearance, you couldn't continue to work at your current police department in Chicago, so you ask to be transferred to another city dept. You wound up in Los Angeles. You try to forget Mahone with all the strength you have left as you go through your days off and on the field. One day you're invited to a charity party for some colleagues who have departed early and while you're there, you see something you would've never expected.

You checked your uniform one last time before entering the building.

A sea of black caps and golden trims moved around tables and chairs, making small talk and offering their condolences. Men and women coming from any angle of California, at least two from each department peppering the state.

Most of the officers were standing in small groups, holding glasses of sparkling wine snatched from the buffet table. You, on the other hand, approached the front of the crowd slipping through your colleagues and stopped in front of the photos put on display, a black ribbon in the top-right corner.

Five good men and two women, now dead in the name of serving and protecting.

You watched intently, feeling your throat closing when a little, evil thought slithered into your mind.

"His photo would never end up there."

One hand raised quickly to brush at your eyes, the tears threatening to make themselves known once again.

Alex disappeared for months now and no one had any idea where he went… the one that knew didn’t want to tell you even a smidgen of information on his last mission.

You asked and pleaded with Sullins for at least a week. You even cornered Wheeler and threatened violence on him and his small virility, but with no avail. You even tried to enter his now locked office, but once you managed to sneak your way in, you discovered it had been cleaned up of everything.

You swore to god you would search for him, but without a starter point, it all seemed useless.

You changed departments, you changed home and friends, but that didn't change the bleeding heart still in your chest.

Slowly, you grabbed your phone and opened it, watching the little photo you took of Alex: it was during one of your dinners together, where he finally drank a little and loosened up. His face had been rosy all evening and he laughed at every little thing.

The photo you snapped in secret was of him smiling, his head turned to one side, almost bashful. His true self, hidden underneath the cold façade he wore while working.

Your thumb caressed the glass of the screen, using that virtual picture to send a prayer for him like all those people did for the mourned.

The concept hit you like concrete in your gut. Alex was dead and you would never see him again.

Forgotten by his colleagues, hidden away like a stain.

The hope you buried deep into your soul finally gave its last breath and you closed the phone with a soft clack, the sound a metaphor of nailing that coffin shut.

"This was the worst idea…" you thought to yourself, your feet quickly turning around towards the exit of the hall, but as you passed by some officer talking to a lady, you heard a voice you recognized.

That tone had been etched into your brain for how many times you and Alex poured on the video he made, searching for clues, mistakes or just studying the guy.

Your eyes, shining with held-back tears, shot up towards the origin of the sound and there he was.

Michael Scofield, donning a uniform like he owned the place.

Shock and anger filled you, as you saw his hand reach underneath a table and grab something small and black.

He looked around briefly, and when Scofield saw your eyes glued on him, he stopped for a second.

Your glossy eyes betrayed the hatred you felt for him and the escapee surely noticed, because his body tensed while fast-walking towards a little hallway, hidden away from the rest of the party members.

Anger turned into rage as you walked right behind him, slithering among your other colleagues to reach his disappearing shoulders. A whirlwind of thoughts twirled in your mind, feeling the same hunting dog that was Mahone.

Why was he there? What was that little thing he grabbed? How brazen did he have to be to show his face there, wearing a police uniform?? What has he done to Alex??

After all he did, the lives he ruined...after he took Alex away from you.

You moved into the empty corridor and saw Scofield turning a sharp right into a little side-garden, probably searching for an escape route.

That was your chance, away from anyone, to finally grab revenge and make it yours.

As soon as both of you were around the corner of the hallway, you ran up to him and grabbed his forearm, slamming his chest against a wall on your left. “Where is he?!” you hissed into his ear, your elbow digging into his spine. “Where is Mahone??”

Scofield turned his head and looked at you with his cold gaze, but you could almost see a hint of surprise, a panic wash on his face before he could get a hold of himself. "I know he was after you. I swear to God–!"

Scofield immediately reacted, fighting your hold; what he lacked in training he had with height difference and desperation.

A punch managed to hit your cheekbone and your cap flew off your head, but you didn’t stop.

There were far too many questions to pry the answers from his mouth.

Like a snake attacking its prey you launched on him again. Your foot rose to hit his knee straight on, a move Alex taught you to make anyone buckle, but Scofield dodged that, his clear eyes passing from you to a form behind your shoulder.

Suddenly a big forearm wrapped around your throat and you were lifted a few inches off the ground by the tall figure that was Burrows.

You should've thought about that, the brothers rarely acted alone… you were too fixated on that forbidden knowledge to remember. "Lincoln let's go, I have the device..!" Scofield heaved, massaging his jaw you hit in your fury.

Meanwhile, Burrows was crushing your windpipe, but you didn't stop fighting: months of sadness, frustrations and pure heartache were pouring into your limbs like a river.

Your legs kicked and your back arched, hands trying to find a place to grab onto the escapee. When your fingers clawed at the fold of Burrows' elbow, you used his own body like a stabilizer and curled your legs up before pushing them down again with all the strength you had, trying to unbalance the burly man.

Burrows folded forward just enough for your feet to land on the floor again and immediately you pushed him back and against the wall, trying to distract him just enough to free yourself.

Just a little more, just a little harder before you would pass out from the lack of oxygen.

With a strangled growl you tried again, this time you drove your heel into the top of his foot and finally you felt his hold soften enough for you to free yourself. You turned and grabbed his still hunched shoulders, shoving your knee directly into his guts, again and again.

For a moment it seemed to slow him down, hearing him grunt in pain as you tried to down him, but all stopped all of a sudden.

"What are you two doing there?? We need to go!" you heard a hushed tone from the hallway and your body froze for a second, your reddened eyes shifting towards the voice you heard.

Alex…?

Burrows, seeing you distracted, sucker-punched the lights out of you, making you lose your footing.

The shock of the hit made you see black and stars, the taste of blood filling your mouth.

The punch probably managed to break one tooth, too.

You wanted to reply in kind to Burrows' hits, but again he grabbed you, twisting your arms behind your back and pushing your chest against the wall like you did with his brother.

No kick or wriggle could free you now, tired and still out of this world for the previous direct.

"Lincoln there's no time for this, they're all going out–" Mahone appeared from the corridor with a light jog and your barely focusing eyes met him for the first time in months.

Alex was as beautiful as you remembered, if only a little thinner, a little rougher around the edges. His eyes held a haunting light in the very back, but the bewildered look on his face made your heart squeeze.

Under that matter-of-factly behaviour, he seemed sad. Oh so sad, especially now that his lips mouthed your name in pure confusion.

While he stopped at archway, you started to fight more Burrows’ hold, feeling his hand search something on you. “I need to cuff her or she’ll blow our coverー” "Let her go," Mahone commanded hastily when he found his voice again, starting to approach you and Burrows “What…?” "Lincoln! Let her go!" He added more forcefully, almost panicked.

The moment Burrows' hands disappeared from your body, you shoved him away, only one thing mattering for you in that instant.

You closed the couple of feet between you and Alex with a leap and wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders, exhaling a desperate sob into his neck.

At the same time, Alex moved his hands to hug you back into a warm, solid hold.

The dam almost broke when you felt his warm palm against the nape. "Alex…! Oh...m-my God, Alex…!" You heaved with desperate relief, clawing at the dark uniform he was wearing. At that sound, his whole frame crumbled and his embrace tightened, quivering. “Y/n...I’m so sorry love, Iー” "Where did you go??” you spoke again with a dense tone full of worry. Your hands detached from his shoulders only to cup his face, so you could see directly in those glass-like eyes you always loved the most. “ I thought you were dead…! No one told me where you were…! Sullins, Wheeler, even Felicia didn’t give me a fucking clue!" Your voice, at first sad, started to mount in emotions, remembering the time you literally begged Lang to tell you Mahone’s last known location.

Alex watched you with his face distorting into a mix of happiness and guilt, his own hands cradling your nape with sad sweetness. “It’s...Y/n, it’s complicated...” he whispered, feeling Michael and Lincoln’s eyes on his back, now that the brothers reunited. “Just...come with me? Please? We…” he turned his head slightly, as if asking permission to take you with him to Michael, who was now watching him intently. Lincoln seemed weary of you, while he massaged his offended abs. “It’s dangerous to be heー”

Your lips crashed on his in a desperate kiss when Alex shifted his gaze back to you, losing your breath in the effusion almost completely.

Both brothers raised their brows as they watched a vaguely shy Mahone blink into the sweet attack, before slowly replying, softening your frantic gesture into something warmer, tender.

Alex’s breath became cold on your skin and his fingers gently brushed away a few tears from your cheeks.

The kiss would’ve lasted longer, but Michael’s voice came up between them like a crowbar. “We have to go.”

Your attention rounded suddenly towards Scofield, watching him in anger. “Go where??” you growled, turning to Alex for a brief moment as if searching for an answer, only to return your eyes on Michael’s cold ones. “He’s not going anywhere, Scofield, do you hear me?? What do you have to make him obey like a good lil’ doggie?? Did you blackmail him?? Threatened his son??” At each barked question you took a step forward, towards the brothers. “I swear if you lay a finger on that boy you’ll beg to be killed!”

At the same time Mahone grabbed your arm to stop you and Lincoln put himself between his brother and your irate gaze. “Aw as if you would scare me, big guy!” you yanked at Alex’s hand, flexing the shoulders backwards while your chest puffed out. Your hands itched for some confrontation, the dark imagery in your mind giving fuel to your rage. “C’mon I’ll finish the job with you and then make your spindly lil’ brother spit out that brilliant brain of his!-” “Y/N! Stop it, immediately!” Alex’s voice came serious and sharp behind you, the tone you heard so many times from your Chief in Command.

You stopped fighting Mahone’s hold and your lips fell silent, but you still watched the brothers as if you could kill them with your eyes. “Y/n I’ll explain everything.” Alex then pulled you back and held you around the shoulders in fear you would jump the brothers again. “But Michael is right, we have to go-” “yeah, but leave the pipsqueak behind, would you?” Lincoln harrumphed, you and him exchanging lethal gazes.

“Is she trustworthy?” the younger brother asked instead and you squinted at him, clawing at Mahone’s dark shirt in a protective (and rather possessive) stance.

Alex sighed and nodded. “Yes. I can vouch for her...It’s been...a terrible month for everyone,” he quickly said to Scofield and the man seemed to understand.

He then turned to his brother and jerked his head towards the hallway, a silent sign that Burrows barely noticed.

Exiting the building became almost too easy and when the four of you reached a black, big car, you looked up to Alex. His face was serious and his eyes were wandering around on high alert.

His whole body was in full tension near yours, as you walked elbow to elbow, and for a moment replayed his words in your mind. “It’s too dangerous.”

Why was it dangerous? He was with the Bureau, a valued agent, one of the best! All those policemen would be honored to be in his presence…!

“Get on…” he whispered to you as he opened the car door, watching around with his jaw tensing.

The journey through the city was one of the heaviest you ever witnessed: the brothers were on the front seats, MeatHead driving and WonderBoy looking out of the windows, scanning the sidewalks.

You and Mahone took the back seats and you felt the silence push on you two, while Alex had one hand fisted on his leg and the other rested between your shoulder blades.

The stylish part of the city slowly morphed into factories and rusted iron, eaten away by the salt of the sea.

You saw some warehouses on your way to the group’s destination and finally Burrows parked haphazardly in front of a seemingly abandoned building. “We’ll stay out here for a second,” Alex called out to the brothers and while Lincoln didn’t even turn, Michael gave the federal a nod, watching you with calculating eyes, before disappearing inside that particular warehouse.

Only you and Alex remained on the quay, the man taking a deep breath before stretching his fingers towards you, softly touching your forearm. “Come…” he breathed, his previous hard voice now barely a wisp.

Mahone walked up to the cement barriers that functioned as guardrails along the edge of the port, the only thing protecting people from falling into the sea water. He turned and sat down on top of one of the Jersey bumps, completely deflated. “Alex...what happened…?” you prompted him, inching closer to him.

You didn’t have your fire inside anymore, anger now fizzled into worried sadness. You never saw him like that, completely defeated. A shadow barely holding onto its physical form. “It’s a long story,” he spoke without looking into your eyes. Instead, he moved one hand and slowly reached for one of yours, gently weaving them together. “I will understand if you will want to...keep your distance, after, but please listen… I really need someone to listen…”

And you did.

You didn’t speak while his voice started to pour out into a long, convoluted string. You absorbed everything, from the starting hunt, to Panama, through Sona and then out.

Your chest tightened as he recounted how Sona was, the killings and brutality, the blood shed and the constant fear of end up shanked. Instinctively you brought his hand to your chest as you heard his defeat against his personal demons, in the shape of white dust and a needle.

You listened about the Company, who and why were they against the brothers, the conspiracy behind Burrows’ death sentence and the courage his brother had to free him. All those words lit up a bunch of lightbulbs in your head, especially when Mahone explained that he worked for the Company twice already, doing double-crossing the second time he did. How they threatened whoever he loved. His son, Pam. You. “That’s why…” you whispered. “That's why you refused to even sleep...If I knew back then I could-” “you didn’t have to know. It was best that way...I couldn’t risk losing you too…” Alex sighed while you lowered your intertwined hands down, completely shocked and still processing all the infodump he just did.

But there was something he didn’t speak about and you could feel it, a thorn prickling in the background. Bleeding one droplet at the time. “There’s something you’re not telling me…” you muttered, inching closer to him. “Alex…Who…? Felicia? Pam?” you asked, seeing his empty eyes fixating on a far, non-existing point on the cement.

The lack of replies didn’t give you enough to work with, but you noticed something, a sorrow dug deep in him that no normal death would create.

If there was something Alex truly cared about was...

Oh no…

“...Cam?” you whispered, as the realization hit you.

You saw his kid from time to time and when your relationship deepened, you even brought the boy to school using your police car, earning you the ‘Police Mom’ title.

He knew about you and his dad, of course, and even Pam seemed satisfied that Alex found someone else to be happy with.

“Three...four days ago…” came the reply. He tried to remain collected, but you could hear the lump in his throat tighten.

You left his hand only to raise your arms and approach him, enveloping his head and his shoulders into a firm embrace. Your palm caressed his nape and you could feel his entire body collapse against you, as if the last trace of self-control disappeared the moment you hugged him.

His hands clawed at your back when he searched for your body like a castaway in the middle of a maelstrom, squeezing you tightly against himself while his face drowned in your presence.

He trembled without a sound, but you knew he was crying.

You rode with him the waves of agony, keeping steady against the hot tears you felt dampening your dark uniform. “Oh God I’m so sorry darling..” you whispered in his hair, kissing the top of his head. “I’m here now...I’m here and I’m not leaving...ok? I’ll never leave…” your hands caressed the back of his neck, his shoulder and what could you reach of his back, trying to smooth away the sadness he was so firmly enveloped into.

The embrace lasted minutes, where Mahone slowly relaxed more and more into it, until he finally took a deep breath and started to lean away, looking up to you.

His eyes were red and still wet, the icy blue of his eyes still amazingly beautiful even in sorrow. “We’ll get to the end of it, together...ok?” you whispered, holding a smile on your face, hoping to rub some of that optimism onto him. He only nodded, his throat bobbing with a swallow before he would stretch his neck and search for a kiss. You couldn’t deprive a desperate man some love, so you gladfully leaned down and met his lips with your own, a slow and soft press that asked for peace, even for an instant.

Was like that, a statue devoted to love and hardship, that you two were caught by an oblivious Sucre, just arrived from his part of the retrieval mission.

He slinked away with a shameful ‘sorry!’ after he realized who was there on the quay and while you furrowed your eyebrows, Mahone only sighed a little laugh, hiding himself again in your chest. “Thank you...for being here...for...being,” he muttered with a sweet, shy tone.

You hugged him some more, your time now to feel a lump in your throat.

#prison break #Alexander Mahone #Alexander Mahone x Reader #fanfic #oneshot #Police uniform #michael scofield #lincoln burrows

[askdani]

Tales of Dani - Chapter 2 - The Invasion (Part 2)

Having to abandon one of his blades, Leonardo continues to fight the Foot Bots at a construction site. He sliced, kicked, and stabbed all that stood in his way. As he watched the last one fall, Leonardo failed to notice that one of the bots he took down earlier grabbed his foot and tossed him down. He screams, falling into the icy water below.

A few blocks away, Dani was dodging every obstacle in her way while trying to figure out where Leonardo and the robot ninjas were. How could she lose them so fast? She then heard a scream. It sounded like it was coming from the construction site. She turn around and ran, hoping she wasn’t too late. ‘Hang on, Leonardo. I’m coming.’

Leonardo pulls himself back out and gets up into a fighting stance, panting. Shredder stares down at him, showing no emotion. The three mutants look to him in anticipation “Now you may finish him,” he says.

Tiger Claw, Rahzar, and Fishface jump down to the turtle, attacking him. They landed so many hits on him in his exhausted state. Something in Leonardo then snapped. With a battle cry, he grabs Fishface by his water tube and tosses him to the side. He attacks Rahzar from behind and kicks him. He lets out another cry and faces Tiger Claw, rolling along the ground to kick him low.

Leonardo gets up from the ground, catching his breath. In a flash of lightning, the Shredder was right behind him. Turning a moment too late, the turtle was struck down by his gauntlet.

Tiger Claw picks him up when his T-Phone rang. He pulls it out and looks at the messages from Michelangelo. “Dude, where are you!? Dude, we’re at April’s apartment. HURRY, Chumpy!” “They wait for him in the girl’s home,” he says. “Bait them out and destroy them,” his master orders. The three mutants leave the site, taking the fallen leader with them.

Shredder walks around a corner and sees Splinter looking at one of Leonardo’s katana blades. “Where is my son?” the rat asks. The Shredder laughs. “I’ve taken him like I took your child so many years ago.” Closing his fist in anger, Splinter ran to Shredder, and the two began to fight.

(MEANWHILE)

Water pours into Kirby’s face, making him wake up and see April and Michelangelo looking at him with worried faces. “I just had the worst dream,” he says. “The Kraang were trying to invade.” Michelangelo walks to him. “Don’t worry, Mr. O’Neil,” he says. “Reality is way worse than your nightmare.” Donatello smacks him in the head for freaking him out.

“We gotta move!” Raphael says, running into the apartment with Casey. “Kraang Prime is stomping this way!” “Raph!” Michelangelo hugs his brother, relieved that he is okay. “Aw, I missed you too, little brother,” he says, patting his shell. April runs to hug Casey. “I was scared I’d lost you forever!” she tells him. “No worries, red. Your man is here,” he says with a smile, unaware that Donatello was watching. “Not to break this up, but Leo is still out there!” he reminds everybody. “What!?” Raphael asks. Michelangelo responds, “Long story, bro. Basically-”

But before he could start telling Raphael what happened, Leonardo crashes through the window, sliding to a stop on the floor. “LEO!!”

(Back at the Construction Site)

Dani ran to the construction site, hoping to find the blue masked turtle. There were robot ninjas strode everywhere. She came to a sudden halt when she saw a katana blade that was stabbed through one of the bots. She recognized it. The blade belonged to Leonardo. Looking around in circles, Dani could not find him. ‘What happened here?’ she thought. 

Suddenly, she heard more noises, voices that were unfamiliar to her. She took a closer look and saw a man in metal armor fighting a mutant rat. ‘Wait.. Is that... the great Splinter?’ Dani thought, remembering a time when Slash told her that a mutant rat raised the turtles as his sons and taught them ninjutsu. She doesn’t remember him telling her about a man in metal armor though. ‘Who is he?’ she thought.

“You grow tired! Your skills have become weak!” Shredder taunts, punching Splinter. “Yet I am stronger than ever! Fueled by anger, by rage!” He throws another punch, but Splinter blocks it and throws him to the ground. Dani watches from her hiding place, amazed at how the mutant rat fights. “Rage is a fuel that burns quickly,” he says. “Always the wise one,” Shredder responds, growling in anger. He throws three kunai blades at Splinter, which he has able to dodge. But it distracted him from a punch in the chest. Taking advantage, Shredder punched Splinter several times more and threw him against a crane. A load of pipes fell on top of the rat. Dani’s eyes widen. She pulls her blade out, ready to defend the mutant rat.

As Splinter strains to get free, Shredder reaches down and grabs him by his beard, ready to finish him with the blade of his gauntlet. “What wisdom do you have now?” Splinter glares in response. But before Shredder could bring his blade down and Dani could attack him from behind, Leatherhead breaks through a nearby wall and clamps his jaws around him.

Seeing that this was a distraction for the man in metal armor, Dani rushes to Splinter and strains as she tries to lift one of the pipes. Before the rat could ask the hooded girl who she was, she says, “Don’t worry! I’m on your side.”

The mutant alligator slams Shredder into the ground a few times and tosses him away. He turns over to see the hooded girl trying to remove the pipes that were on top of Splinter. He hurries over them. “My friend,” he asked. “Are you hurt?” But they were focused on something behind him. “LOOK OUT!” Dani shouts.

Leatherhead reacts too slow and Shredder attacks from behind. He roared and thrashed, managing to throw him off, only for him to be assaulted by Shredder’s fists. Splinter and Dani could only watch, their eyes widened in horror. Before he could recover, Shredder charges toward Leatherhead and kicks him down the same hole Leonardo fell in, splashing into the water below. “MONSTER!!!” Shredder turned and saw the girl that was wearing a cloak, glare at him.

Dani could feel nothing but anger. She didn’t know this mutant, but he didn’t to be murdered so ruthlessly. Shredder needs to pay. She closes her fist, grabs her sword, and charges toward the man in metal armor. “NO!” Splinter shouted. 

She swung her blade at him several times, but Shredder kept dodging every move she made. He raised his other gauntlet, but before he brings it down, Dani grabs Leonardo’s katana and blades met with a clang. Now wielding two swords, Dani’s eyes were filled with rage and determination. She let her anger take control. She flips backwards and and continues to fight him. However, it didn’t last long when she missed again and Shredder punched her, making her tumble to the side.

Groaning in pain, Dani tries to get back up, only to be pinned by Shredder. “I don’t fear you,” she says, glaring at him. “Then you will die braver than most,” he responds, raising his gauntlet, ready to finish her.

Not wanting the same fate to happen to her, Splinter finds new strength, freeing himself from the pipes. Shredder turns to see the rat begin to attack him once more. He pushes him away from Dani. “Splinter!” she shouts, watching the two fall into the hole.

Dani crawls to the edge, staring at the hole in shock. Lasers suddenly fired at her. Shielding her head, she turns to see that the Kraang were coming toward her direction. ‘They must’ve followed me,’ she thought.

Looking back at the hole while trying to block lasers, Dani knew she had to make a choice. Go after Shredder or get herself to safety. “Remember what he told you,” she tells herself, getting up slowly. She grabs a smoke bomb from her pocket. “Splinter is a master ninja. He’ll win this battle... I hope.” She throws her smoke bomb at one of the droids and it goes off. When the smoke finally clears, the droids see that the girl disappeared.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

#tales of dani #dani #leonardo #shredder #tiger claw #rahzar #fishface #master splinter #hamato yoshi #oroku saki #april o'neil #kirby o'neil #michelangelo #donatello #raphael #casey jones #leatherhead #oc fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt 2012 fanfiction #tmnt oc #tmnt 2012 oc

[fellulahh]

Lucifer x MC x Satan Fic, Part 28/???

Read Parts 1-27 here!

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Lucifer no longer cared about his pledge or his constantly shedload of work. All he cared about was MC and all he wanted was for her to finally know exactly how he felt about her.

And he needed to tell her everything before it was too late.

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Stirring in bed, MC let out a soft moan as her body began to awake. As she fell back into consciousness, she was a little dazed and confused after feeling a pair of arms wrapped around her body.

But then the memories of the previous night came flooding back into her mind.

With her eyes fluttering open, she blinked for a moment before turning to glance at Satan. He was still sleeping peacefully with his head resting on MC’s chest. His blond hairs were stuck to his forehead as his lips were parted.

MC found it amusing how she fell asleep curled up in his arms yet in their slumber, they appeared to switch positions. Satan’s arms were draped across her body; as though he was afraid of her leaving him.

The human found herself gazing at him softly. Lifting her hand gently, she caressed his cheek with her fingers as he continued to sleep. While studying his face, MC’s eyebrows furrowed.

‘I can’t keep my eyes off him...’

Being held in Satan’s arms made MC forget about everything bad that had happened lately. Her heartbeat had quickened just thinking about how oblivious she’d been all of this time and just how happy Satan truly made her feel.

He made her feel safe, warm, beautiful but most importantly, loved.

Bringing her head forward, she pressed a kiss on the top of Satan’s head; lingering for a few seconds. Moving her arm around his back, MC gave him a gentle squeeze. All she wanted to do was tell him how she’d been blinded to her infatuation with him but she was worried.

Considering mere days ago she was crying over Lucifer, would people really believe her if she now claimed to love the brother who’d been her shoulder to cry on?

Letting out a sigh, MC fell back onto the bed; loosening her grip on Satan. Despite having conflicted thoughts, her mind soon eased again after the feeling the warmth radiate off the demon beside her.

Suddenly stirring, Satan stretched out an arm as his eyes slowly opened. It took a moment for him to adjust to the light but soon his tired face turned to MC. Although he was beyond happy to see her still beside him, Satan kept a soft expression.

“Hey.” He spoke in a hoarse voice, “how are you feeling this morning?”

“Good...” MC breathed, not taking her eyes off him. “I...that was one of the best sleeps I’ve had in months.”

“Me too.” He smiled.

Laying in silence, MC lifted her hand once more as she began pushing Satan’s hair away from his forehead, admiring the way his eyes were glassy having just woke up.

“There’s something I want to tell you, Satan.” MC spoke quietly, feeling herself growing tense as the atmosphere grew silent.

Despite being completely nervous, Satan didn’t seem to notice MC’s change in behaviour.

“If you’re going to thank me for last night, then please don’t bother.” He let out a chuckle, “I’ve told you time and time again that you don’t need to.”

“...okay.” MC spoke simply, deciding not to go with her original confession. “If you’re not going to allow me to thank you, will you at least let me make breakfast for you?”

“No.” He shook his head, “I want to make it together.”

Nodding her head, MC found herself gazing at Satan again. “Okay.” She smiled warmly, “I’ll go and freshen up and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

Wanting to leave but unable to, MC lingered in the bed. Although she needed to shower, she couldn’t find the strength to leave Satan; especially when their bodies were entangled. And especially when he was looking at her like that.

Feeling her stomach begin to flutter, MC’s eyes trailed to Satan’s lips and before long she was imagining kissing them again.

With any further hesitation, MC brought her face to Satan’s and kissed him quickly on the lips. Pulling back out with a blush, she smiled at him one last time before walking to the door.

“I’ll see you down there?” She asked hopefully, turning around as she was about to leave.

“Yeah...” Satan breathed, feeling a smile creep onto his lips, “I’ll see you down there.”

As soon as MC left, he flopped back down onto his pillow; unable to comprehend how perfect it felt to wake up in MC’s warm arms. Turning over in bed, Satan’s whole body relaxed when he felt the scent of her linger in his nostrils.

Closing his eyes, he imagined what it’d be like to experience this euphoria every morning.

‘Maybe she could grow to love me...’ Satan wondered.

Sighing, he began to realise that perhaps it was time to be open with his feelings. Regardless of whether he thought he was a rebound or not, he wanted to tell MC he loved her.

A small part of Satan clung to the thought that MC really could have fallen for him too.

Meanwhile, walking through the hallways, MC bit her lip and played with her fingers as the thought of sleeping with Satan crossed her mind. There was a small red tint to her cheeks as she neared her bedroom door. Despite being a mess barely 12 hours ago, things seemed to be clear for MC now.

But could that be changed?

Reaching her bedroom, she turned the door handle. As she stepped inside, she froze in her tracks when she saw Lucifer sat on the edge of the bed with her necklace entangled in his fingers. Despite being in her room, he seemed surprised to see her. As he glanced up, MC could tell that he hadn’t slept. Though his eyes were surrounded by dark circles, he still managed to look handsome.

“MC.” He spoke in his usual stern voice, standing up from the bed, “I was hoping you’d come back soon.”

“What are you doing here?” She asked quietly, concerned to see him in her room.

Shutting the door behind her, MC stepped closer toward him.

“I have been doing a lot of thinking.” He informed her, setting the necklace to one side. “My mind has been racing and I’ve been unable to sleep because of this.”

Despite seeming so open, MC could tell that it took a lot of courage for him to be talking to her. Usually his pride radiates off him but this morning was different.

Eyeing him up cautiously, MC remained silent as she listened to his words.

“I understand that I have hurt you not only once, but twice now.” He continued, “and for that I don’t expect forgiveness from you no matter how much I apologise. I just...I just need to talk to you.”

“I’m listening...” MC said slowly, intrigued by his conversation.

“My intentions are never to push you away, MC.” He stated, “I don’t expect you to understand but I find great difficulty in being able to commit myself to someone when my whole life is being restricted by a pledge.”

MC nodded, expecting to hear the same vague, generic speech that she had received weeks ago.

“As you know, I hold a lot of pride in my duty. But I am finding it even more difficult being able to go about my usual life like there’s nothing constantly riddling my mind.” He further explained.

“What do you mean?” She pressed.

“I wanted to be able to commit myself to you.” He admitted, “but I felt that I couldn’t because my time was always needed elsewhere. And yet I still couldn’t just say no to you; I was always drawn to you and couldn’t find it in myself to push you away.”

“But that’s exactly what you did?” MC furrowed her eyebrows.

“Please...” he spoke softly, “let me explain.”

“I’m listening.” MC stated.

“And then I kissed you.” Lucifer spoke, lowering his tone, “and in that moment, everything seemed to flash before me. The happiness that radiated off you in that moment made me realise how easy it’d be for me to rip it away. All I could think about was how I’d let you down if I tried to commit to you. I feared that if I were to put duty before love, it’d eventually drive you away or even hurt you.”

MC parted her lips and her heart began to thud.

“But after realising my fear for losing you to somebody else was far greater, I realised that I’d have to swallow my pride and take a risk.” Lucifer confessed.

“You saw Satan and I?” MC asked barely above a whisper.

“That I did.” Lucifer reluctantly confirmed. “And to see the one demon who loathes me claw into you after I couldn’t even bring myself to admit any feelings for you, I realised that I couldn’t go on acting oblivious.”

“Satan never clawed at me, Lucifer.” MC stated firmly.

“Try to see things from my perspective, MC.” He insisted, “he knows my weakness, he knows exactly what troubles my mind—“

“He knows?” MC questioned, “is there something I have missed?”

Although MC knew that Satan and Lucifer didn’t exactly get on, his words of disgruntle seemed oddly specific.

“I don’t want you to focus on Satan and I.” Lucifer spoke quietly, “I only want you to focus on what I am about to tell you.”

“Then start talking...” MC breathed.

“I may have fears and worries...and a pledge to Lord Diavolo but I don’t want to use them as an excuse anymore.” He stated passionately, “I don’t want any of those factors to rid me of the one beam of light in my life.”

“What are you saying?” She whispered, feeling her whole body freeze.

“I love you, MC. And I want to be with you.”

Standing on the other side of the door, frozen in his spot, Satan’s face fell. Despite making plans to meet downstairs, he still wanted to see her face one more time before getting ready.

He had a hopeful spring to his step as he made his way toward MC’s room. However, after noticing the door closed and two voices on the other side, he decided to give her some privacy.

That was until he recognised the second voice as Lucifer’s.

Satan didn’t want to invade MC’s privacy but part of him knew he couldn’t walk away after knowing she was alone with the one demon who hurt her. Therefore, not caring about what may happen to him if he’s discovered, Satan stepped closer to the door. Leaning against it, he slowed down his breathing as he listened carefully on the other side.

And that’s when his heart was ripped from his chest.

Not wanting to hear any more, he lost all hope as he swiftly stormed back down the hallways. His face completely soured after hearing Lucifer confess his love to MC; the one thing she’d always wanted to hear.

How could he be so stupid into thinking that MC could have fallen for him? Of course she only confided in him because he was a shoulder to cry on and Satan felt like he had himself to blame for that.

Passing Asmo in one of the halls, the fifth eldest spun around after feeling the rage radiating off his brother.

“Satan, what’s wrong?” He asked quietly. “Have you seen MC?”

“She’s busy.” He breathed before pushing his way into his bedroom.

Shutting the door behind him, he pressed his back to the wood before sliding down until he was collapsed on the floor with his face buried in his hands.

Though usually he’d force himself to be happy for MC, he just couldn’t find it within himself to feel that way now.

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Oh no, Satan!

How do you think MC will react to Lucifer’s confession?

#obey me #obey me shall we date