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On The Hunt: When Nothing Is Right

Summary: 5.1k Alpha Steve x Little One. It is harder to deal with Steve after the wolves full moon run and you are sure to tell him so. T'Challa gathers everyone together to go after one of Ulysses camps after gaining some intel.

Warnings- Probably more pissed-off feelings towards Steve. (Will I ever be able to redeem him?) gunfire, explosions, blood and character death.

A/N- Thank you, I feel the need to say thank you over and over to the followers still hanging onto this series. I have been working on The Pack for about three years now and what a journey into storytelling it has been. I have loved and hated this series, I have cried over this series and I have celebrated this series in those years, just as I continue to do so behind the scenes. (You all the amount of times I have cried because of your comments... you don't even know.) What I have learned is that this didn't come out of just me pushing through this story alone. I have been picked up and brushed off so many times by you guys telling me to keep going, to keep telling their story. I am fucking GRATEFUL to all of you for just that. Another thank you to @readwithfrannybarnes for taking my messy drafts and working through them and often holding my hand when I am nervous as hell about what I just wrote. Thank you again to all of you for the likes, comments, and shares. Dividers made by the lovely @firefly-graphics As always- comments and shares mean the world to this series! Happy Howling! 🐺💙

Chapter Five / Masterlist

Steve didn’t want to leave, when he picked you up off the balcony's hard stone floor, you curved into him, your face tucking in against his neck and you sighed as if falling into a deeper sleep. He should have known the Alpha would seek you out on that night. Even though it made a war within his heart at being close to you, he couldn’t deny just how right it felt, the inner turmoil simmered to tolerable. Feeling you trust him like this made him whole for just a few minutes. 

It’s why he hated setting you down on your room's oversized bed, it didn’t escape his notice that it was easily made for more than one person. He tried not to pay attention to the scent of just you clinging to the sheets, but the Alpha did. 

Some dark part of him was pleased that you had never brought anyone back to your bed, let anyone into the nest that you would end up making soon, your heated scent was growing stronger. That was a space for mates, sharing it with anyone was intimacy on a whole other level. Steve knew you had every right to, he no longer had a claim to you. But he saw red when the panther's image came to mind was haunting him.

His hands eased you carefully onto the bed, his body aching at the feeling of you moving away from him. His hand flowed up the curve of your body, sinking into the sensation of you, filing it away as another memory of who he once had. The Alpha ached to curl around you, spoon behind you, and hold you. But Steve pulled away, letting his hand take one last touch, curving his palm around the back of your neck, his thumb brushing once against the bond scar before letting go to leave you in peace. 

He had already seen how having him near you stressed you out and he didn’t want to be the cause of that, it was torture to see you eye him warily as if he was about to attack.  

Steve thoroughly hated himself for it.

You whimpered softly in your sleep and Steve brushed his hand back on your neck, feeling you settle again in his touch. <She is days before her heat.> 

I know I wish I could help her. Steve hovered near you, trying to just walk away, knowing he should but it was so difficult. Every instinct in him screamed to stay, to curl back up with you and recover, fix that broken part of him that belonged to you.  

<We are here if she needs us.> His Wolf was so confident that Steve rolled his eyes at the beast's words, sensing that he was sure you would come to them. <Let’s go find her a gift. Our Little Wolf loves gifts. Something to let her know she is not alone.> 

Steve hesitated a moment, considering what it would mean to you if he left you something like he used to. Memories of little treasures scattered across his cabin made him smile, as well as wonder if they were still there. Feathers you found on the trails you used to run. Together you both had collected smooth stones and weathered wood that washed up on the beach. Steve would draw on dried mushroom caps off the trees in the logging lot, making you gasp at the small sketches he would gift you. You adored colored leaves from the fall that drifted down around the property, often making a game of snatching it from the air and marveling at the colors, making sure to keep a few that Steve purposely had framed to hang on the walls. Just that spring Sara was teaching you how to dry and press flowers. All those small tokens you scattered around the cabin, especially around the bedroom where the nest was made. It had been a safe haven for both of you, entwined together and talking about the future for yourselves and the Pack. 

And what should we bring her? 

<I know just the thing.>The Alpha excitedly exclaimed. Steve gave into him, one last look at you curled up in the bed before he let the shift take over, letting his beast take over once again that night, giving the Alpha the chance to tend his Little One. 

Steve was the one to return later, fully clothed now, and in his hand were smooth pebbles, tumbled in the river cutting through Wakanda. Something naturally beautiful for you while still sleeping peacefully. Careful he set the stones on the nightstand, knowing you would notice them when you woke up. 

The small colorful pebbles were still scattered around your room when you stormed out of your quarters, not even glancing to see if Steve’s door was ajar. 

You practically snarled on your way to the debriefing room. A young panther passed along a message that all of you were required immediately per T’Challa’s orders. Your snapping reply left him backing away and disappearing from sight. It was taking all you had to keep that anger at bay with your ex, refusing to acknowledge that it hurt more than it made you mad.

Steve wouldn’t mess with us, would he? 

The Little Wolf stirred, she was a whirlwind presence that made your fingers curl and jittery steps proceed you forward. She was just as wild feeling as you were at the moment. <Ask him if you want to know.> She snapped. 

You could tell she was mad and upset too, for different reasons. She and the Alpha had run together and waking up alone, still without her mate at her side was making her lash out, if you were shifted, it wouldn’t be hard to elicit a snarling attack from her. 

You sensed Steve before you saw him, turning the corner leading to where others were gathering in the large royal room, Steve and Bucky were talking quietly amongst themselves while walking ahead of you. You saw Steve tense a bit, his head tilting towards his shoulder and inhale, like he was seeking you out. 

Another thing to add to your list of why you were annoyed with Steve, always seeking you out. 

Bucky slipped into the room, but Steve stopped to hold the door open, his gaze softening when seeing you but you wouldn’t return it. Making worry and doubt cross his features. 

“Y/N..” He started a greeting but in passing, you bared your teeth at him with a warning growl. All of that hostility from you as your Little Wolf was currently revolting against you for warning him away. Clear blue eyes that were once so happy to see you flashed in alarm, widening in surprise as you stalked past him. 

Let the bastard wonder why I’m pissed. 

The Little Wolf huffed and her fur bristled at your words. You moved to Shuri’s side, the pantheress side-eyeing you a moment. “You okay? What did the big Neanderthal do?” 

You ignored her a moment, staring straight ahead, not wanting to answer her question. But you could feel her big inquiring eyes on you, knowing the girl was relentless in getting what she wanted. “He gave me a gift.” You finally relented and she gave a huff of disbelief. Finally, someone who got it. 

“A meager peace offering for how he disrupts your life with us? What made him even think you would want one.” 

Now was your time to squirm, your voice lowering. “Well, um… I might have run with him last night during the full moon.” That caused Shuri to narrow her eyes accusing you. “Okay, the Little Wolf did but you know… her and I are essentially the same so… I don’t fucking know Shuri. I am all confused by him. He comes here and willingly gets paired up to track with me. Why? After he insisted we couldn’t be mates anymore.” 

You could feel that overwhelming wave of questions, doubts, and pain start to build in your chest, making your Little Wolf forget her anger with a worried whine echoing in your mind. Shuri must have sensed it too cause she wrapped an arm over your shoulder in a brief hug, nuzzling briefly against your cheek with a rolling purr. “He is the dumbass who let the best part of him go, now let’s make him regret it.” She winked at you after giving a playful smack of her lips on your cheek, her gaze darting from you to the man across the room. 

The man who was now very red in the face and almost looked like he was ready to strangle someone, that gave you a slightly giddy rush that he would be jealous. Pan chose that moment to wrap his arm over your other shoulder, pining you effectively between the two panthers. 

“What are we whispering about?” He said conspirately while glancing around. 

“Dumb Alpha’s and why our Wolf here is better than them,” Shuri said triumphantly and Pan gave a solemn nod of agreement. 

“Wolf Alphas always seem so growly and pissed off.” He observed, his gaze flowing from Steve to Bucky, who was also glowering at everyone. You grinned and shrugged a bit. 

“They are like that to members outside of the pack, makes them look all big and scary.” Shuri gave a roll of her eyes and Pan gave a rumbling purr of a laugh. Already you were feeling better even if the Little Wolf was still pissed off at you. 

The room shifted attention when the queen entered, T’Challa right behind her. Both of their faces were serious, demanding every shifter’s attention. The chatter died down, all heads turning to the royals. “We located another camp from an anonymous tip, heavily armed and about to move the panthers and other shifters they have.” T’Challa’s gaze fell on you and then to the Alphas across the room. “They said they had some wolves in their possession. I figured you all would want in on this hunt to recover some other pack mates and help them return home.” 

You felt your Little Wolf perk up, her ears pricking and her demeanor shifted from giving you the cold shoulder to interest. Across the room, you could already see Steve and Bucky’s resolve. They would be hunting with the Panthers this time. 

<We have to Y/N, we can’t leave them there. You know what happens.> 

We are going Little Wolf, even if I have to do this with Steve. A satisfied snarl of anticipation echoed, making a cool calm readiness curl in your chest. We will bring them home. 

“Here you should find any equipment either of you might need. In fact, James I might have something you would be interested in.” T’Challa led Bucky away to show him some of Shuri’s specialties while Steve looked at the large assortment of gear that he knew Fury would love to have access to for any of the Commando groups Shield still had running. His gaze fell on various things that other panthers were plucking off the shelf to fit on. He would need something light to be able to move with speed into the camp, last time the chaos of the attack was swift. T’Challa wandered back over, his eyes roaming over the wall Steve was standing in front of. “Who will be hunting, you or your Alpha?”

“Since you already have the location, I will be in human form. I don’t know what shape the survivors are in. Seeing a large Alpha that may not be theirs might trigger them. At least like this, I can talk to them.” Steve said, picking up arm cuffs long enough to fit over his forearms. T’Challa nodded in approval as Steve fit them on, trying to see their purpose. 

“Fist your hand and give a push.” The King instructed and when Steve did, it activated the shield, flaring it out around his arms and clicking in place. At the end were sharp barbs, with the right punch, they would stab right into his opponent. 

“A weapon and a shield…” Steve admired the tool on his arms while T’Challa gave a nod to confirm it’s uses. 

“Another Shuri creation.” 

Steve made the motion again, sending the shields back to their compact shape. “Remind me to never upset her if this is the stuff she is coming up with.” 

T’Challa laughed softly with a nod. “She is a wildcat when someone crosses her. Excuse me, I must get ready myself. We are leaving in just a few.” 

Once again alone in the middle of the chaos of panthers, Steve went to find Bucky but instead came across you fitting yourself into a suit and facing away from him while you worked on zipping up the back of your suit. 

It stunned Steve for a moment, watching you gear yourself up to go to battle. He had seen you plenty of times preparing for a fight, but to watch you gear up, various weapons stashed on you, the kevlar layering against your form to protect your most vulnerable places, it made him gulp, his cheeks heating and swirls of arousal peak all his senses as well as that knot of worry that he always had when you were in any possible danger. The Alpha was prominent in his mind, feeding at feelings of want and need in him. The snap of your head had you looking at him over your shoulder and your gaze darkened on him. <She’s pissed.>

Oh fuck. 

“What do you want?” You grabbed at your wristlets, fitting them back on.

“I was just looking for Bucky.” Steve was soft with his words, trying to feel out why you were even more angry at him. “I’m sorry… if running with me last night…” 

You growled and his mouth snapped shut. “I called you remember, or the Little Wolf did and you answered. Why would I be mad about that Steve.” 

“Because you are snapping at me like you want to rip my throat out.” His temper briefly flaring as your anger was coming off you in waves. 

That was it, he could see the way you pivoted to face him with bared teeth and the tip of your nose wrinkled, mimicking a snarling wolf. Although shorter than him, you seemed to draw yourself up to his height. “I’m upset because you left me pebbles.” The panthers around you two threw cautious looks at one another while retreating enough to give the illusion of space. “A gift Steve, you went and found me something that you know I would really love and want to keep.” 

Steve stammered out. “Yeah, I thought you would like it Litt- Y/N.” 

“That, right there.” You pointed at him, your finger plowing right against his muscular chest. “You want us to be separated, but you still bring me gifts, catch yourself calling me Little One, coming here and disrupting everything I built to recover, Steve. I am recovering from you and you are just all right here, right in front of me pretending we’re good friends and nothing more with your words, but your actions are just what they were when we were mated. No. No, that’s not going to work for me. You can’t treat me like that and then say something different.” Your voice rose higher. “So stop it. We are not mates, you made that fucking clear the day you cut ties with me. Stop trying to still be, because this half-in, half-out game isn’t going to be tolerated.” You stepped back away from him, putting space between you two. 

Steve felt it all, your words were laced with pain and sadness under all that anger. Everything he caused to you and was still doing by being here. Everything in him hated what he had done, how he hurt you and he didn’t know how to fix it for you. “Y/N…” He started, trying to find the words to tell you that you were right, he was struggling to let you go. 

“Don’t say anything Steve, you can’t fix it with words.” You stepped around him, leaving him alone with your final statement while you joined the others heading out of the building. 

Bucky stepped into the room once it vacated, approaching his Alpha cautiously. Steve was doing everything in his power to keep from chasing after you, beg for your forgiveness. He would never forget the pain in your eyes that he put there.

<We did that…> 

I did, you never wanted to break the bond… I cut her off and now she is struggling. 

The Alpha was torn, wanting to take care of you and being told no. <She is moving on without us.> 

That’s what happens when you cut bonds. 

 “Hey… you up for doing this?” Bucky asked and Steve seemed to snap out of it, his tone turning into his Alpha commands. 

“We don’t stop till the mission is finished.” 

Can you hear me brotha? Shuri’s voice sounded in all your ears, her drone high above the camp.They are scurrying. You all maybe have ten minutes before there will be no sign of them. 

T’Challa had already circled the camp with Okoye and Steve, using his two most battle-knowledged resources to disperse the panthers in place, hopefully covering all exits and having the fewest casualties. You were placed near the main exit with Bucky, having been given the instructions to disable any vehicles leaving the camp, with the training Sam gave you fixing mechanical equipment, you were well equipped with how to kill the engines. Bucky stood at your side, tense and filled with anticipation. Instead of his usual flexible armor over his weaker left arm, he wore one of the devices Shuri invented. A shimmer of blue reflected the small amount of vibranium used to cover him like a shield. 

“It can go further if you want.” You softly shared with him while activating your bracelets, sending the special vibranium settling over your upper body like a second skin. Different than Bucky’s, but just as safe as his. 

“I’m just trying it for now.” He flexed his arm, wincing as the pain of the movement set off several permanently damaged nerves. “But it's a lot easier to move in then what they put on me.” 

You could only assume they were Hydra when he was under the influence of them. His comfort wouldn’t have been considered, not when he was hunting as the Winter Soldier, he just had to be efficient.  

A soft buzz went over your head, making you glance up to see Shuri’s drone checking on you, you gave a little wave of recognition before it wobbled a bit back in greeting. Her voice came over the comm in your ear. 

I’m glad my brother didn’t push you with that idiot Neanderthal. 

You couldn't help but snort out in a laugh, making Bucky side-eye you curiously as you glanced down, trying to hide your gleeful look at Shuri’s name for Steve. She must have had the drone connecting only with your ear piece for now from the confused look Bucky flashed you.

Be safe sister, I will see you when you come back, we can talk trash about your ex some more. Her greeting made your Little Wolf grumble, but you felt warmth curl in your chest that you had such a good friend at your side. 

Another voice crackled through, T’Challa’s this time talking to all of them, telling them to move in. You and Bucky both sprinted among the others with you, the two of you breaking away from the Panthers when you approached the first rigs all packed and ready to exit the camp. You and Bucky caught the first one by surprise as you vaulted up on the front of the truck, tumbling across the wide metal hood while slapping a disc on the top. The man behind the wheel stared at you wide eye for a second as you activated the device, the beeping giving warning it was about to explode. A gun lifted and aimed at you, but before he was even able to get his finger in place to pull the trigger, the divers door was wrenched open and the man pulled out to have his neck snapped. 

You slipped off the truck, pushing Bucky into motion as you both sprinted away. “Thanks.” 

“It’s what I’m good at.” He replied as you both ducked out of the way. “What did you put on that truck?” 

“A disabler, like one of those bytes Natasha uses. It sends an electric current through the motor, frying it useless.” You both lowered to the ground along the edge of the truck, sneaking on the next one that looked empty of anyone in the driver's seat. From a distance, people were yelling and shots were booming, you could only pray they weren’t hitting any of the team or shifters held against their will. 

“Nice,” Bucky muttered as he slunk along the edge of the truck. “Don’t let Sam see them cause he will probably freak out and ban everyone from the garage.” 

You snickered as you prepped another one in your palm, Bucky folded his hands and gave you a push-off to send you sailing up to the large truck's engine. This time the window was empty and you took your time setting it up when multiple pings sounded off the metal near you, and a stinging sensation burned along your shoulder, making your Little Wolf yelp in alarm and you tumble backward, scrambling to get out of the weapons view. Shocked by the suddenness the bullets came out of nowhere, you were screaming for Bucky to get down while checking that no bullets had penetrated your shields.

Shuri’s drone zoomed out of nowhere, twirling in circles to find where the shooter was located.  Above you Y/N Shuri screamed in your ear while you pushed to the edge of the truck’s hood to get yourself out of sight, falling several feet to the ground. Bucky had his eye to a scope, scanning where Shuri directed you. The ground was exploding with bullets aiming right for you as you pulled yourself underneath the truck, trying to get behind some cover. 

James, the top of that hillside, they planted snipers.

They took aim for him once you were out of sight, his own gun swinging one spot after another as he took precise shots, using his shielded arm to block any coming his way. Your jaw dropped in shock seeing Bucky shoot till he found everyone aiming for them. His weapon lowered, a slight vibration flowing through him like he was keeping his inner beast in check before he ducked down to peer under the truck. “Y/N, are you okay?” 

It took a second before you scrambled forward to crawl out “Yes, but how in the hell didn’t you get clipped?” 

He reached for your hand, pulling you the rest of the way out. “That shield covered all of me, just like you said it would. I got to tell Shuri this is magnificent. I felt a bit of the impact, but nothing serious.” 

You’re welcome. Shuri’s voice rang in your ears, the drone hovering just overhead before it zipped back out of sight, following along the perimeter of the camp. 

Bucky scowled at the device, eyes narrowing. “I don’t trust them.” 

“Yeah well, you can trust Shuri.” You shoulder-checked him gently with a grin, the Little Wolf pacing in your mind but the adrenaline rush that the attack had caused was starting to die down, your heart no longer racing. 

There wasn't any warning, Bucky lurched forward, a loud echo of a ping coming from his left shoulder and a man stepping out of the jungle, everything about him was masked to blend in, including his scent. He took his shot at close range, sending Bucky sprawling from the impact. “Last place I thought I would see you Sobaka.” His heavy accent made Bucky attempt to scramble up, the look in his eyes almost panic as they turned on you while you were trying to help him up and block him from the gunman, his gun cocking to take aim once more. 

“Get out of here Little Wolf,” Bucky growled out while pushing you away from him to make you fall back into the heavy dense forest, your tumble making you skid down the side of a hill into even thicker heavier foliage, tangling you. You yelped Bucky’s name while pushing yourself up and ripping at the jungle's dense foliage to get free, scrambling up the hillside to reach your packmate. 

“BUCKY!” You crested the hillside to see chaos. In the mere seconds you had been entangled Bucky shifted to the White Wolf, the beast's fur drenched red as the man threatening you before was trying to crawl away, his mouth gaping as he tried saying something, but red just leaked from him. You pushed up to a stand while the White Wolf’s ears pricked at you, his muzzle curling up to show stained fangs from his recent attack. “James… it’s me.” You held your hands out, and they wavered as your Little Wolf started snarling, ready to defend you. 

His tongue lolled over his muzzle but his snarls still made you want to submit to him even as an Omega yourself, his Alpha presence usually so subdued was unleashed. The Wolf’s eyes were glowing a burning yellow, his fur bristling as he seemed to asses if you were his next victim. 

Your breath caught in your throat, knowing that Bucky wasn’t in control and everything was seen as a threat to the White Wolf. You felt your Little Wolf preparing, you were a swift shifter, but you wouldn’t be able to make the change before he got to you. “Buck, please.” Your voice wavered softly as you fell back a step. 

You saw his muscles tensing under his fur, preparing for his final attack. In a split second, you clinked the bracelets together, letting the armor flow over you when you were hit with force. Your hand grabbed his ears to keep his snapping jaws away from your face, his snarls and snaps as loud as your scream for help. 

You wriggled under the massive wolf, pressing your feet against his softer underbelly to try and kick him back. “BUCK! STOP!” You screamed, a howl of distress bubbling up to escape you from the Little Wolf. All in seconds you were rolling away from him, the weight of him suddenly gone. Lifting your head you saw the silver streak go after the White Wolf again. Your brain was trying to catch up, but the Little Wolf already knew. 

The two alpha’s were going after each other viciously, tangling around each other while their roars were deafening, giving you flashbacks to your and Steve’s fight underground, Brock standing nearby with triumph as your Alpha pinned you into the hard cement floor, his long canines digging into you while his hot breath washed over you. 

He was lethal when he wasn’t in control, his Alpha much bigger than the smaller Little Wolf who struggled vainly trying to not hurt her mate even after the bond was shattered. 

All you could feel was regret in those moments that Steve had to do this, that he would have to live with what happened for however long Brock wanted to torture him. In those moments, your life changed to where you were now.

<It’s Steve. He heard you.> 

Behind you an earth-shattering boom sent you falling back once again. This time mid-roll, you pushed to your feet, sprinting to where you could see smoke billowing. <What are you doing? We have to go back to our mate!> The Little Wolf started fighting against you, trying to break free from your mind. 

Steve can handle himself, they can’t. Another bomb went off, this time a truck near you shot shrapnel flying all over, making you duck, covering your head as best as you could. You felt tiny knicks get where you weren’t protected. 

“Y/N!” Pan lowered next to you, his hands pulling under your arms to get you up. “We gotta go, now.” 

“We can’t leave.” You said in a pant, preparing for the next sprint into the foray of madness. 

“It was all a trap, this was never an actual camp. Set up for us to come in.” Pan tugged at you again, dragging you to your feet. 

“Steve and Bucky are back through the brush. Bucky was triggered and now Steve is trying to keep him from attacking us.” 

Pan glanced around and got the two of you moving, checking for survivors as they raced for cover. “You should shift Wolf, we can move-” Another violent wave seemed to overtake the camp, both of you ducking once more. 

But it wasn’t nearly enough, not this time. Pan covered your body while pushing you down, a soft gasping snarl in your ear as his body shook against yours until everything went silent, even Pan. Warmth raced over you and you smelled it before you saw anything. The iron tang of blood. 

“P-p-p-an?” Your voice wavered as you wriggled out from underneath him and started to push him over. Instead of the warm friendly eyes of your friend, they were staring unseen. “PAN, please talk to me.” You cupped his face, trying for any response even though there was nothing there. 

The White Wolf was shaking next to him, the Alpha barely holding onto the connection they shared, Bucky finally blinked back through and suddenly he was back, the man looking at the Alpha with a hoarse tone to his voice. “I’m fine Alpha, I got it. Go now.” 

They all heard the booms beyond the trucks you and Bucky were meant to destroy, beyond the thick underbrush of wild jungle. 

The Alpha was torn, to stay with his brother and make sure he was truly okay and in control like he said or go to you, his instincts to protect you from any harm. The Wolf bolted, using his large muscled body to crash through to the other side. 

The smoke made the Alpha’s eyes sting and the residue of destruction cling to his fur as he nosed along the ground, following your scent out of millions that were burning his senses. His ears pricked when he heard the sound of your cries. 

You were leaning over the panther you ran with, you were pressing your hands against his chest, pumping hard to make him breathe. 

But the Alpha had seen enough bodies on the battlefield to know he was gone. 

He approached you, the Alpha pressing against you till you fell into him, burying your face against his fur and wrapping around him. 

Steve shifted, his voice soft while pulling you into his hold and cradling you while you mourned on the battlefield. “I got you Little One.” 

T’Challa pried off his mask, the drone hovering near him. His eyes stung with the dust and smoke filtering through the air, his panthers pulling together to find the wounded. His sisters' drone hovered near him. “Shuri, how bad is it?” The King tiredly asked. 

Bad Brother, our intel was wrong in this case. There are several casualties. 

T’Challa caught sight of Steve holding You with Pan’s body crumbled nearby. “Too many casualties.” 

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[luxmaeastra]

"Why should I trust you? What do you know of what I've been through?"

The darkness flickered, she saw fire, heard their screams. The scene unfolded around them, a city burned around them.

Apollion stood on the street, calm as the destruction reigned around him.

He looked behind, as if waiting for something. Bryce turned to see a female leading a charge. Shadows bellowed from her, they brought darkness to the summer day. The temperatures plunged, the sea froze around them.

The female was beautiful, dressed in black armor, gold winked at her shoulder pads.

"Sive came with her armies and soldiers, tore my home apart for an misunderstanding."

Bryce turned from the oncoming female, the name meant something. Right now she couldn't place it.

The scene melted away, reforming into a throne room.

Sive pointed a bloody sword at Apollion, teeth barred. Bryce swore she saw iron flash on those teeth for a moment.

But that couldn't be true, Prythian in this time had loathed Changelings, they would have never followed a Changeling Queen - right?

"My sister's family was in tatters Apollion! The children torn apart like ragdolls! Your mate gave her that mirror. I demand her head or Summer will burn."

Apollion leaned back in his throat, Bryce couldn't see this mate. She was purposefully obsurced but she could feel her. The power at Apollion's side, the radiance and rolling flame of it.

"Haven't you already done that Sive? Isn't this the war you wished to stop all those years ago?"

"Priorities change. Give me Cassandra's head."

The wind howled, the cold burning her lungs. The scene changed again, a wall shimmered before him, Apollion was being pulled away. His body blood, his hands bloody stumps, it looked like he'd clawed at it.

"She is gone brother, please -"

Apollion turned on Aidas, nearly bitting his head off.

"She will be avenged then."

------

The darkness returned, her room reforming around her. She was distantly aware of Hunt close by. Apollion watched her, blue eyes crackling with lightning, a raging storm.

"They have my mate, bring her to me."

Bryce swallowed, her tongue heavy. The loss, 700 years of it. What did that do to a person?

"And you know this how? Why can't she get herself out?"

Apollion's eyes flashed, the room shook.

"Because they broke her mind, Sive took tools to her body breaking it. She took her magic to her mind and tore me out, every memory - my very name. It took me centuries to worm my spies back in. She doesn't remember me and she isn't safe there. If Eosphorous learns who she is -"

"She'll be made into a weapon."

Hunt swallowed, hating that he had spoken at all. Apollion nodded, his jaw clenched and he began to dissolve. His eyes focused on Bryce.

"Find her, bring her to me - that is what you've been training for. Save my mate Bryce."

Silence filled the air around them as her eyes fixed upon the space where Apollion had once been, the males words hung heavy in the air as if some forbidding message she could not entire ignore. He said it was what she had been training for, it was his command - as if he controlled and owned her. Her hand tightened at her side, the inner rage boiled at the idea she was being sent like a dog after his mate.

What she had seen though…She understood the drive behind it, she understood the pain of what he must have been feeling as the only thing he had wanted had been torn away. Seeing the terrible state he had been when he had been dragged away, seeing the weight of everything that must had been pressing down upon him.

Bryce looked towards Hunt. “Thoughts?”

#Muse | Bryce

[drabblecat]

Yandere!Heisenberg x F!Reader Part 1

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Kidnapping, yandere behavior

This is part one and it is fairly tame, but next chapter and the rest (however many that is) will be very NSFW for sure! Just an idea that I had and needed to set the scene first.

(requests open)

Running a rag across the bar, you cleaned the remaining spills of the night. The pub’s radio crackling in the background as you finished your shift. You couldn’t be too picky after moving to the small town, and jobs were hard to find. There of course were openings as maids and other help in the castle nearby, but that thing gave you the creeps. Not to mention living where you work would be a questionable way to create a work/life balance. Hanging up your apron and placing it on the hook you made your way to the door.

“Have a nice night newbie!” The pub owner’s burly voice called to you from the back, finishing up the dishes from the last of the dinner rush. He was a nice man, no wife or kids, but to be honest was a caring enough person to be a father figure. Like hell you’d ever admit that. Besides the town drunks you had yet to meet a truly miserable person here. The people that did cause a scene were often thrown out and you never happened to run into them again. Perhaps in such a small town everyone knows everyone, and reputation has to be maintained.

Checking your watch, it was almost one in the morning. Nothing is open right now, but hopefully you could pick up fresh bread tomorrow morning. You told the baker about always having a hard time shopping and they were nice enough to allow you to ask them to set your order aside. Snow boots padded softly on the snowy stone path, just the light of nearby houses lighting the way. People said it was dangerous to walk around at night alone, but you never came to any harm. You carried a knife hidden in an inner pocket of your coat, but you only even brought that with you being worried about any of the wildlife you might encounter. The reason everyone was so scared to walk alone at night was supposedly to horrible howls they all heard. All things considered that was reasonable. The village was near large patches of wilderness for hunting, and having wolfs, bears, and other creatures is normal. You wouldn’t call any of those animals ‘horrendous beasts’, but drunks at the bar trying to scare you might.

Reaching your door finally you pulled the large metal key out of your pocket. As nice as the old style door looked, the key was a pain in the ass to carry around constantly. Your house wasn’t much, but it fit your needs. First thing you did was place your watch and keys in the bowl by the entryway. It was always easier to follow that habit than to be constantly looking for where you put it. Deciding that a bath was just the right thing for your aching feet, you went to run the bath. After filling the clawfoot tub just enough and topping it all off with a lavender bath bomb, you put your towel on the rack. As you gently lowered yourself down, the warmth of the water melted away your soreness. It was moments like this you loved, nothing to do but let yourself get lost in thought. You worked nights mostly, so there was no need to set an early alarm.

A good amount of time had passed when you heard a small bang coming from the kitchen. Alarmed you got out of the bath, quickly patted yourself off, and wrapped a towel around yourself. You didn’t see anything right away, but after looking closer your watch was now on the floor. Picking it up you looked it over, the glass was fine, but the leather strap had a few scratches near the end. Must have been those damn mice! They have been such a problem lately, it must have been those little thieves for sure. Last week it was your homemade cookies, a few days ago they had completely shredded a thank you card one of the locals had given you. Honestly, if you weren’t on such a tight budget as it was you’d consider getting the biggest cat you can possibly adopt.

A shudder ran down your dripping wet body as a gust of cool night air came through to interrupt your internal rant. Looking to the shutters they were once again open and flapping in the wind. You would blame their inability to latch on the mice too, but you knew it was just your reluctance to call a handy man and actually get it fixed. Realizing you were in nothing but a towel, you made haste to shut them, if the neighbors were going to get to see anything they should at least pay.

“Go off to a quaint village they said. It’ll be a relaxing life, they said…” grumbling you headed towards the bedroom to finally get some sleep. Slipping on a nightgown that went down just to your knees and tucking yourself into bed, you drifted slowly off to sleep. A distant howl barely audible echoed in the night.

You awoke with a start, eyes slamming open as screams filled the air. You got out of bed as quick as you could. Stumbling into the kitchen and slipping on your boots and coat before opening the door to see what the hell was going on. Immediately you were met with the sight of your neighbor’s neck being torn by a horrendous zombie-werewolf type creature that only barely resembled a man. You were told briefly of the place to go should some emergency happen. Without having time to think about it, your feet were already running towards the supposed safe spot. Bodies littered the street as you ran, the baker, the old woman… you stopped in your tracks. Although torn he was still recognizable, it was your boss, the one man who was kind enough to give you a position so you could get your new life started. Judging by his uniform he hadn’t even made it home after closing.

Before even coming to terms with this revelation, your leg was tugged out from under you. Falling onto the stone path you instinctively grabbed the knife stashed in your coat and stabbed the creature directly in its eyes several times. The creature stood, grabbing its face as it became blinded. Taking the opportunity, you booked it out of there. The house was now in your line of sight, the main gates wide open. With a sudden gust the gates slammed shut, a chain like a snake wrapped its way around sealing it shut. Still, you had to try, pulling on the gates with all your might but to no avail. Tears ran down your face as you fell to your knees. Not even the freezing snow on your bare skin could snap you out of this nightmare.

“Too bad, you almost made it! But don’t worry hun, I’ll take care of you now.” A deep voice came from above you. Slowly you tilted your head and were met with one of the town lords you had heard about, Heisenberg. Just as you had registered his face, the chain on the fence shot out and wrapped around your neck. Desperately your hands flew to your neck, helplessly clawing at the metal snake until your vision went blurry and darkness enveloped you.

“Sleep tight sweetheart…”

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Before opening your eyes, the smell of a garage hit your senses. Judging by what feel alone you could tell you were on a bed of some sort. Slowly you opened your eyes. It was a dimly lit bedroom, the bed you were on was more comparable to a cot and the sheets looked stained. Peering at your leg, you saw it was wrapped in bandages exactly where the beast had grabbed you, and a chain that connected your leg to a bed post.

“Well good morning sunshine! Sleep well? Quite the excitement you had last night huh?” the mattress shifted as the man sat down at the foot of the bed.

“Heisenberg?” Your voice was quite and unsure, still shaken from the memories of the night.

“So you have heard of me, great! And I certainly know you, known you for a while now.”

“What the hell…” you sat up quickly in bed and pushed yourself as far back as you could away from the man. Almost immediately the chain moved, pulling you down the bed. He towered over top of you, hand coming down next to your head. Chuckling he used his other hand to caress your cheek, rough thumb brushing across your lower lip.

“Don’t be trying to run like that, I know this is new and all but what’s the alternative? I send you back out there to get eaten alive? Don’t be foolish, I’m here to take care of you after all.” Looking into his glasses you saw your own face in their reflection, you knew that deep down this was only the beginning of the nightmare.

#re8 x reader #karl heisenberg #re8 smut #x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x you #smut

[mayaflowerxs]

STRAYKIDS AS PETS

(Hyung Line)

Pairing: skz x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: fluff. Lots of cute moments.

Synopsis: How you and skz member meet and how it’s been going ever since. (Only dogs or cats as pets)

Chan:

Definitely a Golden retriever. You found Chan late at night, you and your ex boyfriend had gotten into a massive fight and you ran out the house to get a fresh breath of air. While you were walking, the sun had gone down and you ended up at the park. No longer feeling safe to stay out, you also didn’t want to go back to your ex’s place. As you bring your phone out to call your best friend, you kept looking around. Goosebumps trailing up your arm as the chilly wind blew by you. “Hey y/bsf/n, Me and him got in a fight again. I’m at the park and it’s really dark, come pick me up please?” While you were on the phone, you hadn’t realized the Golden dog start approaching you from behind. He had smelled you the second you stepped foot onto the premises. He’s been eating the scraps the kids leave by the tables. Seeing & smelling you intrigued him and he couldn’t help but want to get near you. “Thank you so much! Alright see you then.” As you hanged up, it had started to get pitched black, only the distant light of your neighborhood can be seen.

As you go to turn on the flash, it had flashed onto Chan. Squealing you fall off the bench and flat on your butt. Wincing as the sharp rocks scraped your palm. Chan immediately whines as he didn’t mean to hurt and scare you. With his nose, he nudged your palm for you to open it. Wanting to see how bad your injury was. “It’s alright buddy, see? No blood.” Chan breathes out, the sudden worry slowly dissolving. “You’re pretty cute.” You say as you go to pat his head. Chan couldn’t help but wag his tail, immediately feeling a strong connection between you and him. You knew you couldn’t leave Chan there and when there was no tag you knew you had to take him home. When your best friend came to pick you up, you guys went to the vet which was pretty hard since most of the ones near you were closed. No chip. Chan panicked when you put him back inside the car and started going to the route your best friend takes to get to her place. Not realizing that it was also the route the pound ends up at. Chan felt a strong wave of ptsd washing in and started whining. Barking and scratching the door. “What’s wrong buddy?” Howling as he nuzzled his nose in your neck, in a way begging you not to take him to the pound. That never happened. Now a year later you were in your small apartment with Chan. His bright blue diamond collar around him with his name shined brightly on it. Absolutely loves the time he has spent with you. Everyday is a blessing for him, he’s the comfort you always needed. When you wake up, he immediately gets up as well. When you go to work, he walks you to the door. Looking through the window until you drive out of your parking spot. Spotting you even when you guys are on the third floor. Making sure to park somewhere in his view, the last time you didn’t. You got a complaint about a barking dog 5 minutes after you drove off. When you’re sick, he uses his body heat to keep you warm. When you sleep he makes sure to not make as much noise to not wake you. 250/10 best boy.

Minho:

He’d be a Siamese cat. Now, now. Minho was actually a stray when you found him. His mother got killed by a coyote and his siblings were caught in a fire. He was the only one who survived and he was pretty traumatized, he was always wary with his surroundings and anyone really. Never trusted anyone or anything. When a pack of dogs started chasing him, usually he would fend for himself but given that he was outnumbered and had little to no energy. He used all that he had to run to the nearest house. Fitting himself through the small fence hole as the dogs barked at him. Baring their teeth at him, running inside the small vent the house had that led under the house. Staying there until he was sure no dogs were around. Feeling so tired, he had fallen asleep. He woke up when the slam of a car door was in his ear shot. Smelling the scent of chicken, he peaked his head out and saw you holding a bag of KFC, (if you don’t eat chicken or like KFC then imagine something else haha) His stomach grumbled as he licked his lips.

It’s been almost two days since the last time he had eaten. The rats he had caught had diseases and he really didn’t want to deal with infected rats much less, eat them. As you enter your house, you were engulfed by the hot heat pent up in your house. Opening the windows to let out the hot air and in the cool air, Minho slowly crawled out of his hideout. Peaking his head out to see inside your house. Instantly spotting the bag filled with the delicious chicken he craved dearly. He had a plan, while you were in the room. He’d go in, grab a wing and rush out. But it only backfired when he got in and got carried away by the great smell of the food. Not realizing you had closed the door and windows once cool air got in. Making your way over to the kitchen. Not even hearing your footsteps, he jumps when he hears your voice. Dropping the chicken in his mouth. “Uh...hi.” He hisses at you. Your guys first interaction was a mess. He hissed and threw his paw (with claws out & everything) at you. When you let him out, he quickly ran out. Running until he wasn’t near the house anymore. When he came to a stop, he felt this lonesome feeling in the pit of his stomach. The soft voice of yours ringing in his ear. He felt bad, you were being nothing but nice but he returned your niceness with hisses and scratches. By the next morning, you open your door to get your mail when you see him sleeping on your patio. After 5 months, he was officially named Minho. His grey collar around his neck with your address imprinted on it. Spending most of his time annoying the heck out of you. But you still love him. Sometimes his tree tower gets boring so he results in napping on your lap. When you’re not home he looks out the window. Smirking at the dogs who previously chased him. They’re the same stray dogs running around like wild animals while he had a home. He has amazing food, his water is always cleaned along with a litter box how cool is that?! And he has the best human to love him even when he was cold hearted to them at first. He really was glad that piece of chicken brought him a great home and human.

Changbin:

He’s a Rottweiler for sure. He met you at a dog park, his owner was a 7 year old girl. Terrible owner, she was in a family of seven. Four siblings who were very irresponsible and very ignorant. Poor parents, they were too nice which the kids took advantage of. While the youngest of the family was busy brushing Changbin’s thin fur very aggressively, he looked out to the other dogs. Wishing he was running around freely, ironic how they came to the dog park so he can run around freely and yet he still feels the same way as he always does when he’s back at home, encaged. Trapped. As he was looking at the other dogs, he saw one in particular walk in. Jumping in excitement as it’s tail wagged and looked up at its owner. When looking in the direction the dog was staring at. He froze in his spot. The most beautiful human stood there. As if an angel had appeared before him. Like his inner wild animal had just screamed, ‘MINE’ you really were one of a kind. He didn’t know what to do, but what he did know is that if anyone was going to keep wasting more of his time, it definitely would be you. The little girl got distracted when her mother had called her name. Using this distraction, he got up and jogged his way over. The male dog you came with had ran off in joy. As you were sat on the bench and smiling as Seungmin had joined his usually park pal, Felix. You didn’t realize Changbin had made his way over to you until he sat down in front of you.

“Oh! Hello there! Aren’t you a cutie?” You say as you scratch his chin. Changbin felt his heart flutter, getting up from his spot as he got closer to you. Nuzzling his head over your legs. He didn’t know what came over him, it was wrong. Especially when the human he felt so fondly of already had a pet. Changbin smelled the scent Seungmin left on you, he did all that he can to not growl at the thought of another dog scenting you. He knew that if Seungmin were to find out he would definitely not react nicely to a random dog scenting his human. But he couldn’t stop himself, he wanted you. He wanted to go home with you. Heck, he wanted to befriend Seungmin as well and become one big family. One could only imagine. But things did go for the better. Changbin spent most of his time with you and when you had to leave. You saw the family that pertained to Changbin. Seeing how annoyed the older kids looked and how much the parents weren’t doing anything to keep them from giving attitudes to the dogs that ran past them. You had enough when you saw the girl start tugging on Changbin’s collar practically choking him. Hearing his whines broke your heart. Walking over you got the attention of the parents. “That’s no way to let your daughter treat your dog like that. Don’t you see how much he’s hurting?” The parents already looked frustrated enough that their kids were being brats. The youngest started throwing a fit about how she can’t do anything right. Finally the father had enough and exploded. “You guys are all ungrateful! If this is how you guys are with him then you guys don’t deserve him.” Grabbing his lease and clipping it on his collar he walks over and hands it to you. “Keep him, please. He already looks happier with you, I know you’ll do a better job than we can ever do.” Walking off with his family. You stood there bewildered. Mouth agape, but to Changbin he was thrilled. Tail wagging as his mouth was wide, tongue out in content. Looking up at you with adoration. In the distance, Seungmin and Felix looked at the scene before them. A confused Min wondering what the hell had happened. Adjusting was a bit difficult for Changbin. Don’t get me wrong he loved every second with you but because he scented you over the scent Seungmin left on you. He didn’t exactly have a nice bond with Min. He couldn’t be in the same place as Min without him huffing and walking away. Over time, they had gotten closer. Getting used to the fact that they were now sharing their beloved human. Having the same interests, hobbies, and the number one common thing they shared of them all. The love they have for you. Very protective boy. Now when you guys go back to the dog park, he also befriended Felix. But after a while, he runs back to you and sits by your side. Glaring at any dog who dares get a bit too close to you. Nudging your leg when you scold him for being mean to the other dogs. Looking up at you with puppy eyes as a way for you to forgive him. You can’t resist his eyes and blow a kiss at him as you coo at his adorable self. ‘My human’ he thinks. The flutter in his heart still present.

Hyunjin:

He would be a Norwegian Forest Cat. In all honesty, Hyunjin hated your guts. He didn’t know why. Well actually he did. You see he was your grandmother’s baby boy. He was like her child and let’s just say he was SPOILED. You and your family are pretty wealthy. Most of your cousins grew up to be brats and think just because they have money they get to act however they wanted. Your mother although didn’t want anything to do with the family. Ashamed at how her siblings acted and how that affected their kids. The only family member she kept in touch was your grandmother who she loved dearly. Hyunjin had to face your cousins countless of times. They were either brats and hated his presence or wanted to break and shred his bubble and hug the daylights out of him. Either way, they never treated him properly. All the pampering the maids gave him each morning which was brush his hair, put him his nice outfit for the day. Give him a message and more, all went out the window once your cousins came to treat his relaxing day a living hell. So when you came to visit he only assumed you to be just like them. But your grandmother had fallen very ill. So he couldn’t worry too much about your presence, his only concern was his mama. That was until she passed away. He was devastated when he woke up and she didn’t. And if things couldn’t get worse, the day you visited was the day your grandmother had you promise to take care of her little Jinnie for her. You couldn’t say no to her.

But you were running out of ways to get Hyunjin to like you. Or to at least not to scratch the soul out of you. Not only was he grieving for your grandmother but he had to put up with what he thought was one of the many annoying bratty grand children. In the end, you gave up in making amends with him so you kept your distance. You couldn’t give him up and even if he hated you, you made a promise and you were going to stick to it. You tried to stay out of his way most of the time. Waking up early before he did, you cleaned his water and gave him his food. The fancy kind because your grandmother believed a ‘good’ boy like him deserved more than regular dry food. The money your grandmother had left, was given to you and a portion to Hyunjin as well. It was enough to not have you work for the rest of your life but that wasn’t you. You didn’t want to stop doing what you wanted to pursue simply because of money. You still wanted to go out and do what you loved. So yeah, you kept busy. And when you got a promotion, you had less time spent at home. Hyunjin should’ve been glad. Well, he was. That was until he heard you outside. Peaking through the window he saw you crouched down. Helping a stray cat who pretended to look very ill. Cooing at them, you fed them the last bit of your lunch. Rubbing their back as they purred. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. Why were you petting some random cat and not him? You were barely home and now that you are, all the attention is onto a damn cat that doesn’t live here. He knows it was wrong to think this way but he couldn’t help it. You weren’t the annoying brat he thought you were. You were this sweet angel that did nothing but try to make him feel as safe and comfortable as possible. When you entered the house, he felt himself frown when you completely ignored him standing by the door. You didn’t realize this but for the remainder of the day, wherever you went he sorta trailed behind you. Still keeping a distance. When you laid down on your bed, you heard his little meow just as he jumped on the bed. You stopped whatever you were doing and looked at him. Waiting for a hiss or bite about to strike at you. But it never came, instead he lend out a paw on your arm. No claws clawing your arm. Only the soft fur & pad touching your arm. Inching closer and closer, he climbed on top of you and laid there. You smiled softly at him. Hesitant, but pet his head softly. His tail wagging a bit as he took a nap on your chest. Maybe living with you wasn’t so bad. He still smelled the scent on that other cat so he didn’t forget in stretching so far out that every inch of your chest, stomach and neck got covered in his scent. That atta show that stray to stay away from his human.

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz fluff #skz #skz hyunjin #skz scenarios #skz smut #lee minho #bang chan #lee felix #kim seungmim #han jisung #jeongin #seo changbin #hyunjin #skz imagines

[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 22. Trembling

A/N: So I'm not much for writing young Snape romantically - I much prefer the older one - but I got a little idea for a story and I wanted to try it out. I hope I managed to do the idea in my head some sort of justice and that you all enjoy it <3

Setting: Hogwarts, the day before leaving for the holidays

Pairing: Snape x Reader (both in their seventh year at Hogwarts)

ABBR.: │ (y/n) - Your Name │ (y/l/n) - Your Last Name │

Word count: 3248

Warnings: Harsh Language, Angst, Fluff, Bullying

Masterlist page // Masterlist post // SNAPEMAS POST

Prologue: You have been in love with Severus for nearly two years now, but he had seemed oblivious to you and each time you had tried to befriend him, or even talk to him, he had been nearly cruel in his words as he pushed you away in all manners possible. But you were resilient and would not quit bugging him in your efforts to catch his attention. But, even you had a limit to what you could take and you were balancing on it after such a long time of giving it your best effort to get him to allow you into his life; and hopefully heart.

He was soaked. You heard the laughter and the snickering as he stood absolutely still in pure shock while water drenched him, soaked his clothes and flattened his long black hair. Your heart skipped a beat as tears sprung to your eyes as you stood halfway up the stairs watching him below you. Those fucking Marauders! They're so damn cruel! As that thought ran through your head you heard the howling laughter of those exact people.

Your head whipped around, your eyes instantly locked on James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and Lily. They stood on the staircase just above Severus; Sirius and James each held a bucket each that had obviously been filled with the water that had been dumped over Severus. You were fuming, your fists clenched at your sides as you watched them laugh. Except for Lily, she just sneered at Severus with a tired look. How can she just fucking stand there? How cold can a person be? At least the other idiots claim their actions and their ugly sides... But she, you were fuming as your eyes shoot figurative bolts of lightning at the girl who was one of the reasons Severus had not accepted your requests at being friends - or even on speaking terms. You knew that. You knew how he looked at her, and damn it hurt.  

"Oy, Snivellus, feeling a bit cleaner?" James laughed out with a high five from Sirius who howled with laughter. Remus chuckled, Peter looked happy and Lily seemed to care more about her nails than the scene that was unfurling in front of her. You clenched your jaw as your eyes switched view and landed on Severus who was still standing absolutely still as water pooled around his feet. Your heart clenched at the sight of him, your stomach twisted and you started to tremble with fuming, glowing, boiling rage. It coursed through your every fibre as your hand unclenched and reached for your wand.

It all happened so fast. Your actions fuelled by the dooming rage that pulsed through you as you directed the tip of your wand towards the idiots one floor up and in the next instant they were soaking wet as a fountain of water spewed from your wand. Fuelled by your raging emotions. Silence fell as the sound of water took over. It only took a single moment to drench them all - and a few bystanders. But they had laughed too so why the heck not?

"(y/l/n)! NO-!" Severus screamed and it pulled you out of the pounding emotions that that locked you in your stance as water finally stopped spewing from your wand. You were panting, your hand and wand trembled as you shook from your own shocking action. You had never done anything like that before. Seven years at Hogwarts and I, I lose control now-?! You thought as your hand lowered while the Marauders were still coughing and trying to get up of the floor as the water had truly flown out of your wand like a wave and crashed into them with force.

You turned your head towards Severus who gawked at you. Except for the sloshing of wet clothes and some coughing, the silence was as thick as morning fog. He looked at you, shocked and perhaps taken aback from your actions. For a moment you were just frozen in place as the realisation hit you. You had stooped to their level. You had retaliated - rather splendidly as well might you add.

But the look Severus gave you wasn't a happy one, it wasn't thankful or grateful. He looked horrified and it broke your heart. Tears sprung to your eyes and in an instant, your legs began moving. You hurled yourself down the stairs as students started to whisper and point. You passed Severus in a rush, unable to look at anyone as you tried to keep the tears from falling freely. As you tried to keep your heart in one piece in your chest.

You barrelled your way through corridor after corridor until you got to the courtyard at the back. You flung yourself through the doors as the faint echo of your name being called reached you. But you ran. Ran and cried. Stumbled and sobbed. Somehow, you ended up at the Whomping Willow at the edge of the Forbidden Forrest. You stopped outside of its reach as you heaved for air. Your lungs burned as your cheeks turned wet from tears.

You tried to force air into your lungs, tried to confine the emotions that raged through you like the crashing of waves on a stormy sea seeking to devour all ships. To sink all things and snatch them from the light, clutch them in the deep dark of eternal night. Just, breath, breath, maybe he-, maybe he doesn't hate- no, that look... A sharp pain shot through you, it echoed through your soul as the look on Severus's face flashed before your inner eye.

You sobbed and snivelled as you tried to wipe away the salty tears. Your legs were shaking and your hands still trembled. Your chest felt too tight, yet it could have caved in on itself at the same time from the hollow feeling. How was that even possible? Could you break so badly you turned hollow?

A twig snapped, your head whipped around as Severus called out your name with a hoars voice. as if he had been screaming for a long time. Your eyes widened as he appeared at the top of the hill a little ways away from you. "Leave me alone!" you screamed at him with a broken voice as you were still crying. He started to run towards you on those long slender legs. "(y/n), you-" "Leave me alone!" you screamed again as you started to step backwards. As you tried to increase the distance he so hastily shortened.

"(Y/N), DON'T-" he screamed and you saw that horrible expression of horror again in his eyes and it hit you with such force you stumbled from the recent memory in the Entrance Hall. You were just about to fall when your breath was knocked out of you as something hard hit your back so harshly you landed face forward in the cold snow with a thud. You lost your bearing as your head had taken quite a hit against the ground. The tiny layer of snow did nothing to dampen the blow.

"(Y/N)! RUN!" Severus screamed as you tried to lift yourself up of the ground. What the- but you had no more time to think as a large tree branch slammed itself down right next to you. Missing you by merely the width of a wand. You tried to force air into your lungs after the previous harsh blow as your head spun and your back protested against any movement you tried to force your body to do. Severus shouted at you to move, run, get away - but you couldn't get up.

"MOVE!" he screamed and you rolled away just in time before another branch slammed down where you had laid a mere second earlier. You managed to get up in a crawling position and threw yourself forward with all your strength. You were nearly, nearly out of reach for the damn tree as it slammed its branches down again. The tip of one struck your foot and the force of the blow made you scream out in pain as Severus grabbed your hands and pulled you away from the tree with such force you landed on top of him.

You both laid panting on the wet, cold ground as the tree straightened and stopped flinging its branches around. You tried to catch your breath as Severus held onto you. You barely realized it at first but once your mind became aware of him beneath you, his arms around your waist, his face so close to your own... Your breath hitched, you tensed and you flung yourself off him so fast you had to scramble to find your own limbs in the flailing mess you were.

You managed to get up, somehow, as he rose elegantly despite his long limbs. Your heart hammered as he looked at you. Your mouth went dry as the memory of his horror-filled eyes from earlier flashed by as he still had a slight look of horror etched in those onyx galaxies that were his eyes. You couldn't bear to look at him when he wore that expression you knew came from anger at you, or perhaps even hatred at what you had done. It made no sense that he would be angry with you for defending him but you still saw it, felt it. It couldn't be anything else when his eyes wore such an expression.

You turned around as you hugged yourself. Your back ached, your body shook and you felt fresh tears as they leaked from your eyes. You sobbed as some form of reality hit you that you had fucked up and now, he would never allow you to be close to him. Perhaps now he wouldn't just dismiss you but effectively shut you out... You shivered as the thoughts of his hatred and rejection ran through you.

"Are you cold?" Severus asked and his voice frightened you so you jumped slightly as it came from such close proximity. You twisted your head at the same time only to find him mere inches from you. You froze. Never had he been so close before as he had been that day. Before it was unintentional but now, he had stood himself right by you.

"(y/n), are you cold?" he asked again as you couldn't make a sound. All you could think of, all you could feel, was your pounding heart and his beautiful eyes paired with the long black hair that screamed for you to reach out and run your fingers through it. But you didn't, of course, you didn't do that. But you wanted to, oh by Merlin how you wanted to touch those silky strands. but you merely looked at him as your body vibrated from the shivers as you were without any proper attire to be outside in such cold temperatures.  

In the next moment, it was like you realised he spoke to you, realised he was so close, realised he had followed you - called for you and basically saved you from the deadly tree. You took a step back from him as uncertainty crawled through you. How angry was he with you? Did he hate you now? Was that what his eyes were screaming at you? You hadn't a clue and it freaked you out immensely. You felt your face turn pale - from the thoughts, the worry, but also the physical pain you were in as the tree had landed two harsh blows on you.

"Why did you do that?" he asked and his words surprised you, he sounded angry, or perhaps exasperated - you couldn't quite tell as his voice was so damn deep it thundered out of his mouth no matter what he said. "I-, I-" But you found no words. You had never confessed your feelings to him, you had only ever dared hope to perhaps befriend him. Why would he, excellent as he was, be interested in you? You weren't anything special or fancy, nor were you excellent as he was. You were, quite frankly, just you.

He raised a brow slightly at you and a blush crept in as you folded your eyes towards the ground. His was just too deep, too wide, to hexing to look into any longer. You feared you would drown if you kept staring into them as they swirled with black stardust. "You shouldn't have done that," he murmured on a small sigh and you lowered your head as your shoulders shot up towards your ears. "I'm sorry, I, I just wanted to- I couldn't just stand by and watch. They're, they're horrendous..." Your voice was low yet you managed to squeeze out the words through the lump that had formed in your throat.

"They are, you shouldn't have butted in (y/n), you should have just let it-"  You whipped up your head with a glare towards him. Suddenly quite angry with him instead. "You shouldn't be treated like that! You shouldn't have to deal with shit like that!" you shouted as he stared at you, "It's not fair! They treat you worse than garbage! I can't- I can't stand it! I can't just look, I can't just stand by and let them torment the one I love-" Your hand covered your mouth instantly without even finishing your sentence.

You stared at him with wide eyes as he did the same at you. Your words felt heavy in the air as your body stiffened, prepared to run for the hills if need be. "You- you what?" Severus stuttered out and your face turned scarlet as he gawked at you. His eyes impossibly large and the usual pale skin a tad flushed. You couldn't help how your heart pounded, how your body trembled and shook - how your entire being screamed at you to run as if your life depended on it. But you were utterly frozen. Your boots stuck to the ground. Your shoulders stiff while your legs felt like jelly.

Well, that's one way to fucking do it, you thought as reality started to entwine with that fantasy world of yours. Just, perhaps not in the way you had wanted it to as Severus yet again looked horrified, or maybe disgusted, you couldn't quite be sure. It was difficult to tell what went on inside of him but it appeared to be negative, whatever it was.

You let your hand fall away from your mouth, it limply landed beside your body as if something just left you, some will or power perhaps. Something, hope or perhaps a dream. "I love you," you whispered as tears once again welled in your eyes, "I love you and I'm sorry to disgust you like that." You exhaled as the tears started to fall. It was over. Your fantasy world where you were by his side, loved by him, came crashing down as if it were an avalanche set on tumbling down a mountainside. You crumbled along with it. As good as buried beneath its weight, as good as dead as your hollow chest felt as if it had truly caved in on itself.

You turned from him, your body felt as if it were not your own. You felt naked in reality; stripped of that one piece of a dream you had held on to for dear life for such a long time. You started to walk away from him only to be held back by slim fingers wrapped around your wrist. You looked over your shoulder, your eyes landed right at his swirling galaxies of onyx and black stardust that looked intently yet harshly on you.

"I told you to stay away," he growled, you nodded, "I told you to ignore me," he continued and you nodded once more. He sighed, deeply. "I told you, over and over, not to butt in." You nodded once more as you wiped away tears from your cheeks with your free hand. The wind swiped over you and tossed about his black hair as you shivered from its frozen fangs that nibbled at you through the thin clothes you wore.

He tugged on your arm, you stumbled a step towards him. When you looked up he glared down at you. "I told you," he hissed, "to stay, away." In the next instant, his lips smashed against yours. Harshly. It took you a moment to realise what happened and then his lips were gone as you gawked at him. "I told you, to stay, away. I told you so many damn times (y/n). So, many, times," he hissed as his arms snaked around you. You looked at him, confused. Yet your body, it seemed to know what to do. As if it were second nature to be close to him. As if the stars had aligned and the world was righted when he was in your embrace and you in his.

His lips pressed against yours again and this time your fingers snared themselves in his hair as you kissed him back. It felt as if life were breathed into you. As if some of the endless universe that swirled inside of him filled the hollow in your chest and leaked out to fill your entire being. "I told you," he grumbled against your lips, "because I knew you couldn't stay out of it if you knew..." He left your lips at the last word as you were both panting. You just stared at him, all your thoughts were trying to make sense of what was happening. Have I been killed by that damn tree and gone to heaven?

His cold fingers stroked away some hairs from your forehead before his lips landed softly where his fingers had just touched you gently. "I knew you couldn't stay out of it, so I needed you to stay away from me. Then, you'd be safe," he whispered as his voice vibrated over you. A darkness curled around the sound, claws stroked your soul as gently as any feather could have.

"What, do you mean?" you breathed out as it was hard to get air down in your lungs when you were so close to him.  He looked down at you. The onyx eyes, the hooked nose, the thin lips and the defined jaw. The black curtains of hair that framed his thin face - it was all pure perfection for you. "I mean, you would be in the line of fire if you were with me. And that," he said with a kiss between your eyebrows, "is unacceptable. As, I love you."  

Your heart nearly stopped. Your knees nearly gave out beneath you. Your lungs barely remembered how to function. But your lips, they functioned properly as they were slammed on top of his as you pressed yourself into the caring young man who enveloped you in the warmest of embraces. Your fingers snaked between the strands of his hair as his hands held your hips gently yet firmly. I must have died and gone to heaven, you thought as the taste and smell of him overtook you. As you both trembled from cold and heat, from fear and passion - from joy.  

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For the rewrite: You get to rewrite D-Point/S1 finale but in a way that it could still fit into where the rest of the series goes and R could start as normal. How would you do it?

UGH. So basically I have to keep the weird false divide between inners and outers. FURI YOU LOATHE ME. This is obviously only part of it, as, uh, I am long-winded and love a bit of drama, but 1800 words. please enjoy

The wind whirled grey across that empty arctic plain. Well, not quite empty. If rei had been turned another direction, she would have seen Ami’s body, perched on a mound of ice, there in the far background from where Mina had dragged them both away from the scene, as if her own element were constructing a tomb to her. She knew without seeing that Ami would be dressed in that loose grey sweater and awkward green skirt that came down to her calves, a pair of loafers on her feet. It was what she had been wearing last time they’d transformed. The uniform leaves, when a senshi dies. 

She’d found that out with Mako. 

Rei hadn’t seen Ami die. She hadn’t needed to. It had, like she’d said, afforded Rei and Mina the time to move forward along that plain, trying to find the place where they could enter the lair where Beryl was said to sit, on this desolate patch of earth that might have been beautiful, thousands of years ago, when it was the seat of power for the earth, but now was as lifeless as everything else behind them. 

Mina’s nose was in the air, as if she could smell anything but the bright cold of the wind. As if she could hear anything but that howling which might have been the same wind, but just as likely might have been Usagi. It could have been Rei’s own soul, too, she supposed. 

She wanted to melt all of it. She wanted to take her arms off from around Usagi, put her hands together, and bring it all to dirt. How foolish they would be, bringing a fire maiden to the ice, not knowing what sort of powers she contained. She was the ace in the hole, she knew. She was the strongest one, here, if her pride did not allow her to remember that might not be true everywhere. 

MIna stepped back from her lookout and glanced over to Rei and Usagi. “Sailor Moon. Princess.” Usagi looked up at her, tears half-frozen on her cheeks, “We have to keep going. If we stay here, they’ll find us straightaway.” 

Rei wanted to protest, but only in the way that she wanted the girl before her to be Mina and not Venus. She had never mastered that in the same way Mina had, to be two people in one body. She was always Rei, and Mars was only ever Rei with the fire at her fingertips instead of her heart. Mina was warm and bright, if a bit annoying--a neon light, flashing in the cool darkness--but Venus was sheer steel, cold and unrelenting. 

Usagi began wailing. 

“But, but--” she took a deep breath, and coughed against the cold, “Am--” 

“Sailor Mercury did her duty. It would be worst disrespect to her death not to do ours.” She looped the chain at her waist, tightening it as she went to move forward. “It’s getting closer to the surface, over that way.” 

Rei hadn’t known Mina very long, as a practical matter. It was only recently that Rei had come to see her as anything other than a usurper, strolling into the group and declaring herself the military commander of the entire operation. Luna had said nothing to disagree, simply called her Commander Venus as Rei glared. 

“I am the commander,” Mina had sipped at her tea, eyes sparking in the way they often did when she and Rei were alone, something that tugged onto Rei and made her keep looking. She blamed the moon. “But you are the personal bodyguard. You are the last one standing, because that’s your job.” 

“Who decided that anyway?” Rei had scowled across the table, Mina leaning toward her, those clever eyes searching her too deeply, “You? You just think you can show up and--” 

She’d laughed. “Oh, I don’t decide anything.” She looked up out the window to the sky. “This is so far beyond you and me.” 

Rei went to protest that it didn’t have to be that way, that nothing was beyond her exactly, but Mina never gave her the opportunity. 

“Don’t you want to protect Usagi?” MIna had come just a little closer to her, and she could smell that near-syrup sweetness, like peaches in a can, “Can’t you feel that you should? Why do you think that is.” 

“That’s different.” Rei said, both then and now, Mina and Usagi both looking at her suddenly. 

“What is?” Mina had her hands on her hips. 

Rei shook her head, but did not remove her arms from Usagi’s side. “Let’s go.” 

The terrain was not so flat as it looked, and Usagi stumbled as she cried, protesting that Rei and Mina didn’t care about their friends, neither of them rising to the occasion. Even now, Usagi did not seem to realize that this was it. This was the grand battle for which they had been reborn, this was the one they had to win. Every battle leading up to this had only ever been dress rehearsal. 

It was not Ami and Mako at risk, but the world entire. 

Mina stopped, putting her hand on Rei’s chest to pause her, but flashing her a grin that was beyond Venus as she did so. There was a glow in the earth, here, just barely, if you looked beyond the snow. Anyone else might have walked past it, might have stepped over it, but Mina put her hand down onto it, and it pulsed beneath her hand. 

There was a rumble, and a crack, and Mina pushed them both back, grabbing to the chain at her side and beginning to swing. Usagi whimpered, again, and Mina turned back to the two of them, chain still gliding in golden figure eight over her head, as if it were a crown all her own. 

“You have to go.” Mina’s eyes looked greyer, somehow, in this light, “Take her and head for the point on the far horizon. You have to get her there, Mars.” 

Usagi tried to pull away from Rei’s heat, to no avail. 

“Venus! We can’t leave you!” She began to cry again, her whimpering cry mixing with that same cold wind and drilling into Rei’s ears. “You can’t die too!”

“No,” she shook her head, “you can’t die, Princess. You’re the key. You’ve always been the key.” 

Rei saw, in that moment, that it was never going to be otherwise. This was always how it ended. It was always Mars, bow on her back, taking the princess where she needed to be. Even if they won. Even if they failed. She was always the last one standing, always the final line of defense, and it was always her fire that protected the princess. The fire hadn’t shown her that before. It had never been close enough to see by its light. 

Before Usagi could say otherwise, the ground burst open, and two of the youma guards popped out, mouths wide with delight and fury as they careened toward the three. MIna’s chain curved in a broad arc in the air, and came down, wrapping around a youma’s arm, twisting it back as she drew the chain in. But the other youma was fast approaching, and Mina was forced to step back, hurtling one youma into the other with a fierce swing of the chain. 

She turned her head. 

“Go!” 

Rei stammered for a moment, unsure in a way that felt wrong and less stable than the crust of snow beneath her feet. But what about you? She wanted to say. If we leave you, you’ll die, and she saw Mina leaning over the table again, and she felt her body close in, and she could barely draw a breath at this moment, everything that might have been burning in the fire of what was to be. 

Mina whipped the chain over her, moving deftly as she looped in around her neck and rerouted it, sparking one and then the other with its tip, blood beginning to tear from the two of them. Her violence was poetry, Rei thought, the chain her pen. She was nothing like the rest of them, stronger than Ami, more elegant than Mako, and, though she would only ever allow this in though, perhaps more clever than Rei herself. She was a creature created for this moment, a valkyrie of the long odds. 

They staggered back, weapons drawn, unsure of how to handle this unusual weapon. 

Mina looked back, blonde hair whipping in the wind, eyes narrowed. 

“Go or I will kill you myself.” 

Rei nodded, in that, the first command from Mina for which she had no moment to question or balk, and for which she felt no drive to do so. She took Usagi by the shoulders, her cries fading into the background against the shoosh of Mina’s chain. 

As Rei started to move away, the youmas rushed at Mina, trying to flank her from the sides, but Mina was too quick and too studied, whipping the chain around her and knelling to the ground, catching them both with the end of it, howls as they furiously took another blow before they could turn to run, but un they did, escaping back down the hole in the ice. 

“Have to go after them, unsettle the place.” MIna grinned back to Rei, and blew a kiss. “Think of me, fireball.” 

Rei hated the nickname instantly. Rei hoped she would say it again. But she became Venus again. 

“Princess. Your duty to the world is at hand. Do it.” 

She did not wait for a reply, simply whipped the chain above her and disappeared down the hole. As Rei dragged Usagi away, still crying and screaming, Rei fought back tears of her own, hearing the fighting below them, hearing the thunderous roar of the troops coming to aid, knowing that Mina would die down there, bloody and bruised, her body broken in a horrible, dark, cold cave at the end of nowhere. 

There was the entrance up ahead. Mina was right, they were scattered, they assumed the senshi had all entered together, they had not thought of it as Mina had, as Venus always would, and now was their moment. 

“CRESCENT!!! BEAM!!!!” She heard echoing on the tundra behind her, and then there was a grand explosion, the tearing and rending of the earth behind them, and Rei and Usagi looked back to see a golden crest in the sky, rocks and dirt and snow flying from where she had blown apart the tunnel she was in, a sudden still silence filling the air, a fine red mist settling into perfect ruby snowflakes into that same wind, and whispering out toward she and Usagi. 

Usagi screamed. It might have been Mina’s name, or Venus’, but it was a tuneless thing and might have been neither of them at all. 

Onward. Make it worth it. 

She grabbed Usagi’s arm, and pulled.

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to another member hunting down their mate

trigger warning! ⚠️ strong language, suggestive, alcohol, violence, non con themes, non con marking, kidnapping, angst, mentions of rape, sexual harassment (don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with those topics)

a/n: please notice that this is not related to the other wolf!ateez reaction/s; I hope you like it anon 💋 although I changed this request a little bit like I always do 👀 and please, always keep my disclaimer in mind!

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

„alpha, I think they’re coming tonight...“ he concentrated on the papers in front of him and just let out a hm. he knew they would come... the only safe place for his mate was in his arms and the highest priority to keep you safe. as the luna of the pack everyone wanted to protect you.

the one desiring you a rebellious werewolf of a rival pack called choi jong ho. it wasn’t unusual some wolfs tried to steal away mates and especially lunas from other packs if they were said to be gorgeous and in good shape for giving strong pups.

unfortunately you were quite the catch and the still unmated wolf wanted to steal you away from hong joong. the fresher the bond was the higher the chance to complete a mating process with another wolf and hong joong feared for that so much ...

as the night came you were cuddled in hong joong‘s arms in your bed and slowly drifting off to sleep. hong joong tried to steady his breathing to not interrupt you but when howls could be heard he knew it was about to begin. you stirred in your sleep and the young alpha took you bridal style into a secret room under the house. you shot him a questioning look and he hushed you with a sweet kiss.

„stay here my love and don’t make a sound.“

with that he left the house and changed into his wolf to fight off the scum that wanted to take his precious mate. he arrived at the borders where werewolves already lunged at each other and started to fight the intruders. after a while they managed to overpower the rival pack but hong joong noticed something really bad... where was jong ho? pure horror filled his mind when he ran back to his mate as fast as he could but he already was too late...

the attack only intended to distract him so jong ho could get you... he had been so dumb! he plumped to the ground and cried into his hands... his beta put a hand on his shoulder and sighed.

„we will get her back... she’s our luna.“

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

seong hwa usually was a calm boy with good manners. he tried to avoid fights at all costs although he was well skilled but when you and the black wolf went to the annual mate festival of your region a mistake was made.

jung woo young decided to attend the festival, too. a young wolf that once trained with seong hwa back in an advanced camp for skilled fighters. seong hwa and woo young had quite the problematic relationship ship as the younger one loved to get on his nerves all the time. seong hwa didn’t really know why woo young hated him so much... but when he saw him being accompanied by some of his friends entering the area his grip around your waist automatically became stronger.

he tried to avoid the younger like a plague but eventually you had to go to the toilet some time and that’s when woo young took his chance. he ordered his friends to attack seong hwa and distract him so he could get you when you left the restrooms.

„what are you d-“ a cloth has been out over your nose and mouth and you fell unconscious at the scent that drifted off of it.

you awakened in a room handcuffed to a bed still dizzy and your wolf already scared and sick worried for your mate. „where’s seong hwa? where’s our mate, y/n?“

„so you’re awake, love“ a boy came through the door and emerged your form on the bed with confident steps.

„who are you?! and why am I here?“ you struggled and tried to shift but something stopped you from doing so.

„don’t even try. those are magical cuffs. I brought you here because I am going to make you mine.“ he smirked at you and crawled on top of you securing your hands above you with a tight grip. you tried to struggle out but he just laughed at you and neared your neck with his emerged fangs.

„this is going to hurt a little bit, well at least I‘ve heard that...“ you cried out loud when he left a deep dirty mark over your mate‘s one.

„s-seong hwa...”

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j e o n g y u n h o

jeong yun ho had everything... the looks, the popularity and the prettiest girl out of the pack. yeo sang could only scoff at the way he was holding hands with you at his birthday party and having this dumb grin on his face whenever you would say something or someone would compliment the two of you. he was sick of it.

how much he’d like to wipe that smirk off his face... if he just wouldn’t have you... maybe than he wouldn’t be so happy anymore.

„yeo sang? don’t you want your birthday present now?“ he flinched a little bit don’t realizing you were standing in front of him smiling so sweetly. oh how he loved you, you and him were the best friends until mr. lover came.

„do I?“ your eyebrows furrowed at his words not really getting his hostility.

„don’t be like this... come on! I want to show you something!“ you grabbed his hand and left the place with him to bring you two to your old favorite secret spot deep in the forest where a little pond was located. yeo sang couldn’t believe what he saw, you managed to put candles everywhere and prepared something like a picnic but with a bottle of tequila.

„why did you do that?“

„why not? it’s your birthday and I thought we could take a swim again; you know, like back when we were younger... and you looked pretty bored back at the party.“ you shyly fiddled with your fingers thinking it was a bad idea. yeo sang on the other hand found it really cute that you were thinking he didn’t appreciate your afford.

he smiled at you and started to get out of his shirt. you smirked at him and soon you were giggling and playing in the water. why couldn’t every day be like this again... or maybe it could be? after some time the playing turned into something more heated and you soon realized that your wolf wasn’t really into another man touching you at places he shouldn’t... you struggled out of his touch but yeo sang let his inner beast free and dragged you back to the land to crawl over you and leave marks all over your neck and breast while holding you still.

you being paralyzed tried to scream or cry but nothing came out, too shocked at yeo sang’s actions. suddenly yun ho ripped the boy off your body and back to the ground, growling so loud yeo sang changed into his wolf. yun ho felt that something was wrong and knowing where you wanted to bring yeo sang he decided to check and seeing the boy harassing you made his blood boil.

a fight began and yun ho definitely was a lot bigger than yeo sang and used this to win over the other wolf. finally yeo sang stopped and crawled back to a tree licking his wound.

„if you ever lay a finger on her again I won’t hesitate to snap you neck!“

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k a n g y e o s a n g

yeo sang usually has been a very cautious wolf and knew his mate was a beauty around the female wolves. you still being unmarked and not mated with yeo sang, yet, got flirting remarks here and there. his friends told him that there was a boy from the rival pack, where you originally belonged to, that was still after you. his name was jeong yun ho.

to his bad luck at a night out with your and his friends yun ho happened to be in the club, too. yeo sang didn’t know the guy that suddenly went to the dance floor wrapping his arm around your waist and whispering something into your ear. yeo sang trusted you and hoped you would get out of the situation on your own but when he saw you searching for him in the location his wolf told him he had to help you. he should mark his territory and only once not back up.

without realizing he stood up and emerged your forms on the dance floor. the atmosphere changed and people made space for you.

„haha, don’t tell me this is the fool you were leaving me for?“ yun ho placed his chin on the top of your shoulder and smirked provocatively at your mate.

„let go yun ho! he’s my mate!“

„yeah, but he didn’t even try to make this official... maybe he just doesn’t want you as much as me?“

„take your hands off her or I will make you.“

yeo sang’s friends and yun ho’s were gathering behind the boys ready to attack. although yeo sang was quite scared he felt the urge to be brave for you. yun ho let go of you and positioned you behind him.

„tell me, little boy... why didn’t you marked or mated with her yet? you aren’t man enough for her!“

„why do you think I have to rush those kind of things? not everyone’s a dick like you fucking around and thinking a bond can only be made by doing those things. what connects me and y/n is much deeper and I know you are someone who will never understand those kind of things...“

people whistled and howled at yeo sang’s words and girls swooned over the young wolf. yun ho‘s cocky attitude slipped. he wasn’t used to be put down like that only knowing one way to win a fight. before he could take a hold of himself the bodyguards of the club interrupted the scene and everyone went their own way again, you two deciding to leave.

yeo sang drove in silence and you took his one hand to put it into your lap.

„you know, I never knew you thought of our relationship like that... I really like it.“ yeo sang sensed you blushing beside him and his wolf felt proud at your words.

„it’s because I value you as the person I love and we are the only ones who make the rules for our relationship.“

you smiled at him, knowing you couldn’t get a better mate like kang yeo sang.

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c h o i s a n

hong joong knew he had to have you. a white wolf was considered to have best genes to bear strong pups. the first time he saw you he deeply fell in love... just when he planned to confess to you and make you his luna you found your mate, choi san. a dirty omega of your own pack. hong joong had been devastated... but he heard of a way to make you his and he decided he would do anything to get you.

„let go of me!“

„what’s wrong with her, why is she struggling so much? y/n? do you hear me? you’re safe now! kim hong joong kidnapped you but we managed to free you from his pack!“ jong ho didn’t know what was wrong with you but when he saw the look on san‘s face he knew his heart literally broke at the sight his mate acted like that.

„y/n, my love... don’t you recognize me? what did that bastard do to you?!“

„who - who the hell are you?!“

„me...? I am your mate, oh my god, what did they do...“ he stroked you face while they bondaged you to the wall in the dungeon not knowing how to cope with your fighting against them.

„you have to be delusional. I don’t know you and my mate is kim hong joong. now let me go!“

he stopped in his tracks and sadly watched you crying and being scared of his touch. san didn’t know what was going on... seong hwa entered the room overhearing the talking outside.

„I didn’t even know this was possible... but I think y/n’s under a spell. a strong spell to admit, possibly done by a witch.“

„what the fuck? how did they got a witch to do that?“

„I don’t know... but only a witch can heal her. we can rescue her but I won’t need to tell you that it’s going to be hell dangerous.“

„you know I would do anything for my mate!“ they both nodded at san and exchanged looks to leave him a little bit alone with you. you scoffed at the boy pretending to be your mate when he neared your form on the ground.

„don’t worry my love, I will find a way.“ his eyes watered at your bored stare...

hong joong was in his office looking over some notes when his beta opened the door.

„everything‘s going well. they have her but she doesn’t remember san.“ hong joong devilishly smirked at him and dismissed him with a swift wave of his hand.

soon you would be back in his bed and he could complete the marking and mating; a prestigious future awaitening the two of you.

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s o n g m i n g i

it wasn’t a secret the light and the shadow pack always had a big disput, maybe even linked to their contrary names... they always competed against each other; like the girls comparing who had the more prettier ones, the boys fighting against each other or alone the two alphas getting on each others’ nerves whenever there was a chance.

song min gi also participated in those horseplays and his favorite opponent from the rival pack was the beta park seong hwa. they always teased each other, hyping eachother up who could run faster, have more girls, win more fights, kill off more rogues and hunters... it all ended soon when min gi found his mate, y/l/n y/n. you found the antics your pack made silly and were quite shocked when you and min gi turned out to be mates, but he changed for you.

much to the displease of park seong hwa. he was literally bored, hearing from the omegas that min gi found his mate and didn’t want to compete with him anymore...

wolves were really prideful and always in for a strength measurement, it practically was anchored in their nature. as seong hwa was a boy who cared for nothing he decided he wanted his fun back, so he made a plan to kill you. having an angry min gi would mean he would feel the urge to fight against him again.

it was one night when you went for a run in the woods. you still were on your territory but far away from the zivilisation of your pack. seong hwa took his chance and attacked you. he managed to cut deep into your waist with his fangs and licked his blood smeared snout when you tried to limp into the direction of your home. you let out a loud howl in the hope someone heard you.

min gi instantly awakened knowing something was off. he changed into his wolf form and sped into the direction he could make out your scent. he mind-linked the guards who told him they were on their way.

„y/n? where are you?“

turning around another tree there were you. your fury neck between seong hwa‘s canines ready to break it.

„what are you doing you bastard!“ but it already was too late when he lunged forward and seong hwa bit hard into your flesh. you let out a howl, luckily the guards arrived and seong hwa knew he couldn’t win this fight. min gi was about to join the others in hunting the beta but his wolf held him back and urged him to get to you. he changed back into his human form tears already running down his face like a waterfall.

„oh no, my dear y/n...“ you were really lucky seong hwa wasn’t able to break your neck and your genes speeding up the healing process, but you had to be stationed into the pack hospital for over four weeks being put into a artificial coma.

„y/n, I am swearing this time was enough... the alpha said there‘s going to be a war. I promise you no one will ever hurt you again because I am going to kill park seong hwa.“ he took your hand into his kissing the top of it. every day he came to the hospital sitting by your side and speaking to you...

park seong hwa crossed a border and min gi would make sure he would pay for it.

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

although choi san has been from a pack his own wasn’t on good terms so much. the two had been the best friends since one could think of. that’s why woo young wouldn’t have ever thought san would make a move on his own mate...

it was typical night back at your and woo young‘s apartment only san being there this time as all your other friends either canceled or have been too engulfed into the heating session this spring. your waves came occasionally but as you mate took care of you yesterday you were certain this evening nothing would happen.

„oh shit, I forgot the salsa sauce!“ your’s and san‘s gaze drifted off the couch to where woo young was searching in the refrigerator.

„you know there‘s no chance we‘re eating tortillas without salsa.“

„yeah, just start the movie... I am driving to the store and get some. I won’t take too long!“

he took his keys and gave you a last quick peck on your lips to leave, not noticing san‘s eyes focused a little bit too much on the little gesture. after some minutes you playing with your phone and occasionally watching the movie you gasped when you suddenly felt san‘s hand at your slit. just when you wanted to shout at him, smack him or anything out of shock a deep wave of pleasure came over you.

it was risky. female wolves sending off vibes to the male ones in heat... not only the mate could smell the arousing scent but the others, too. that’s why mated pairs usually sticked to each other at those times. what san was doing at this moment was the shittiest thing someone could do, not only betraying his friend like this but taking advantage of your vulnerable state, too.

he smirked at your moaning form you not being able to do anything but melting into his touch... you hated it but your body betrayed you because of the stupid animal in you.

„s - san, please, stop...“

„you don’t mean that. you know, I think I could make you moan my name louder than woo‘s able to.“ your eyes widen at his statement

„w - what do you mean.“ he only increased his pressure on your sensitive spot and neared your ear to tickle it with his hot breath „I mean, the times I slept over... you don’t really think I didn’t hear you?“ you blushed at that. a tear escaped you and you just hoped he would end this nonsense...

„what the actual - “ woo young let the bag fall to the ground and you heard the glass splitter. he lunged forward and grabbed san by his hair to smash him into the wall, a picture crashing down in the process.

„you motherfucker! what do you think you’re doing with my mate?!“ his fist meets san‘s cheek and the boy grins while blood is tickling down his chin

„you’re my bestfriend! you damn know she’s in heat!“

„I am not your bestfriend! I just waited for the chance to destroy you! the alpha told me how your pack uses every chance to discriminate us! and I know to hurt you I have to take what you love the most...“ his gaze drifts to your still shaking form on the couch. woo young follows his gaze and feels his canines grow at the statement. he watches san and just feels anger and betrayal but instead of snapping his neck he let go of him.

„fuck off. if I every see you on our land again I will kill you. and don’t dare to look into her direction ever again!“ with that san leaves the place and you put your face into your hands too ashamed of what happened.

„y/n...“

„don’t! I am disgusting! I couldn’t hold myself back I really tried and fought but I wasn’t strong enough... I am so sorry woo young... I don’t deserve you.“ you hiccuped and cried but woo young managed to get your face into his own hands staring deeply into your eyes.

„it wasn’t your fault, he knew what time it is and took advantage of it... I would never doubt your love and loyalty to me.“ he took you into his arms and let you cry into him. what really hurt the most was the fact the his once best friend hated him from the beginning... he knew you could never hurt him like he did.

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c h o i j o n g h o

„choi jong ho! you didn’t really put a bet on me? I am definitely not going on a date with this guy!“

„of course you won’t go... min gi cheated I just have to prove this...“

„you know what? fuck off, if you’re handling me like I am a damn trophy or something like that I will go on that stupid date and we will see how you’re coping with that!“

„y/n, please wait!“ jong ho tried to stop you but you were already emerging min gi and his friends position right over the fighting field. you knew he came from a rival pack and since the fightings started he glanced over at you from time to time. your wolf tried to stop you and told you it was a dumb idea to anger your mate more than he already was but you knew jong ho lost and a debt had to be paid.

„stop!“

„don’t make a fool out of yourself, jong ho. I could smell y/n‘s arousal back over here when you told her the news!“ his friends snickered behind him and you were embarrassingly blushing at his statement although you were sure none other than your mate himself could make you feel this way.

an idea plopped into jong ho‘s mind. he knew min gi was too much into competitions. „how about a rematch? you can have her for one night but only if you’re able to catch her the first when she’s hiding in the forest.“

your eyes widened at your mate‘s statement. now he really lost all of his brain.

„choi jong h-“

„alright.“ huh? you really didn’t know who was dumber...

but you soon found yourself running into the forest and searching for a good hiding place. min gi and jong ho got themselves ready to hunt you. jong ho mentally smiled to himself, min gi was unmated and didn’t know what your mates scent smelled like... it was the most delicious thing a wolf‘s nose could ever encounter. he definitely would be able to get to you sooner than the dumb boy.

they started to rush through the woods and jong ho luckily already got a good track of your smell and followed the trail to you. and it came how it had to come. jong ho won the battle and min gi was so furious he crashed down a whole tree to get rid off his anger; his friends scolding him off being so dumb to join another competition and losing the date with you.

you were currently cuddled in jong ho‘s lap back in the pack house. he buried his nose into your neck and sighed.

„I am still mad, you know?“ you turned your head to look at him and saw him pouting at you knowing it was your sweet spot for him.

„I am going to be a good mate from now on.“

„no competitions?“

„no competitions anymore, promise.“

„hey, jong ho! the others want you to join us in arm-wrestling-“ jong ho just was about to push you out of his lap when you scoffed at him to which the stopped in his tracks.

„haha, right... no competitions anymore. but for how long?“ you rolled with your eyes laughing out... what a mate you got.

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Love is complexed. Blitzo is fighting his inner demons.

His inner demons are unwilling to let Blitzo wake up to fight against the agents who kidnapped him.

They appear to gather around the long, winding staircase, not allowing Blitzo to ascend as they stood their ground against an idolized version of Stolas. Whose manacled golden chain comes to clasp around his neck.

Long after Dealing with the agents of D.O.R.H.K.S, Moxie and the gang bring Blitzo to the human world hospital hoping to wake him. It was their only option. Stolas carries the crimson Imp into the hospital. His eyes are glowing red. He is inconsolable and fueled with murderous rage.   he made sure the Blitz was comfortable in the hospital bed, he disappears out the window,  for once not caring about his status as he went on a murderous rampage, cutting anyone down who looks at him twice.  Searching for the remaining two cooky agents he had thought nothing of -but now, was the only thing he could think of.  Unsure of how he could help, his little Imp.

With the help of Stella, Striker appears at the hospital. Nightfall. He sneaks past Millie and Moxie, who were curled up on a couch waiting for news about their boss.  And is halted by a night nurse, who asks if he would like to see him, unwilling to turn him away.  Believing Striker to be his husband from the pictures of the harvest moon festival she saw when she seized the patient’s wallet to get to know him better.

Loony stiffens upon seeing the snake imp approach. He aims the gun at her head.  as Loony growls, her body covering Blitz. Striker’s arm moves back to his side. gritting his teeth. knowing something like this would happen.

The Cowboy talks to Blitz, surprising the hellhound. As the nightmare version digs his claws into Blitz. Striker is by his side, stroking his hand with his thumb.

Loony growls as Striker disconnects the machines. Lifting Blitzo into his arms, he walks out of the room; Only to be thrown into the wall by a well-placed roundhouse kick by Loony.

They don’t have what he needs here growls the Cowboy. Aiming his gun and firing. Loony dodges and the wrangler keeps firing his arms, tightening around the boss.

A bullet buries itself into Loony’s leg, embedding into her. She howls in pain. As Striker gets up, kicking her in the face. He points the blessed revolver at her face, a snarl pulling at his lips.

Blitzo's body jerks, but he cannot wake up.

There are tears in his eyes. But no matter how hard he tries. They keep dragging him further and further away into a muddy nightmare.

Fizzuroli has him wrapped up in his expandable arms.

No one will ever love you like I love you, BlitzO!

Verosika has a vice-like grasp over his hips, her head over his chest.

“Why do you push away the ones you love, BlitzO! I LOVED YOU, BLITZ-O!

. A dark chuckle emits from somewhere behind him as Striker appears; his hand caresses the back of his horn. Shudder races down his back Striker stood behind him as a golden manacled chain tugs at his neck. The owl Prince winds it around his clenched fists.

But is stopped by three entities unwilling to let go.

Willing to fight for what was theirs.

“You filthy blue blood, he ain’t going anywhere with you, he is staying here, this is where he belongs growls Striker. Draping an arm around Blitzo’s shoulders.

“You need to wake up Blitzy. This is all a hallucination. Speaks Stolas.

Your daughter is in trouble, my little Imp.

Striker wiped the blood from his pistol.

Loony was lying in a puddle of her own blood.

A bullet buried deep in her side.

Her body shakes and quivers as her lifeblood spills onto the floor.

She sees her father.  

Fear swells in her gut as she claws at the floor, dragging her limp body towards her comatose Imp.  Striker stood over him with a dripping syringe.

“What did you do! She accused, blood dripping from her mouth. As she crawls across the boss imp to protect him.

He has a fighting chance to wake up. What the fuck did you just give him? she gargled.

There was something different about this Striker, something terrifyingly nightmarish.

You’re going to go through me to get to him, she growls, rising to her feet. Standing over Blitzo, she let her chain blade fall and clank to the ground, a vicious snarl on her lips.

You’ll get him over my dead body!

Striker’s eyes widened in surprise as she brought her weapon down. He moves to the side, whips his tail. She snaps her jaws at the long appendage throws him into the door.

Striker buries the nuzzle of his gun into Blitzo’s side, stopping Loona in her tracks.

This ends now, little girl, he growls, his eyes swirling with insanity- so long as he is fighting- in here he taps Blitzo’s head-. he  still has a fighting chance out here.  

but this place is unsettling.

I’m taking him back to wrath, finding that Grimoire and shredding its pages through the nine rings of hell! But you had to fight me on this. Blitz isn’t yours- he is ours. The floor moved out from underneath her.  As The walls warped and ooze mud; the hospital crumbling away before her eyes.

And that’s when Loony saw him- dressed in his boss’ attire.

Blitzo- twisted in Fizzourli’s arms.  Verosika Mayday, clinging to his hips a hand resting in his open shirt. While Striker’s face buried into the crook of his neck, his teeth scraping across candy apple flesh.  A golden manacled chain around his neck.

Blitzo can’t turn away, feeling Striker slide a knee between his legs. A bloody throne.

Twisted and bent owl feathers lay scattered across the floor.

Blitzo cannot look at his daughter. His eyes are glued onto the horrific scene of molted feathers and the mutilated body of Prince Stolas.  

Who was unsuccessful in waking his little Imp.

A bullet whizzes in the air Verosika screams as it buries itself into her spine. The succubus’s hands slip away as Fizzourli’s grip tightens.

From the lurking shadows, a tail fizzes as a pair of glowing green eyes pierce right through him.

Loony stumbles back, clutching her side, as a burning pain rips through her body and drops to her knees.

This was too much, too fast.

Her head twisted back and forth.

There were two of them, but one was from the hospital. Which one did  Loony need to take down?

Striker’s tail coils sliding up Blitzo’s shirt, rubbing at his chest. Blitz gasps, falling to his knees as Fizzourli’s slid down his pants, twisting around his upper thigh. Blitzo bows his head, trying to catching his breath. His body burns as the Outlaw’s clawed hand reaches up to cover his eyes.

Fizzouroli’s hand caresses his chest as he takes Verosika’s place.

Another bullet rips from the looming shadows. Ricocheting off the stairs, followed by a fizzing sound of a rattler as it pierces the heart on Fizzouroli’s head, the jester crumples to the ground. His arms, spiraling outwards, lay limp at his side. A smoldering hole in his head.

Blitzo fights, his mouth running dry as Fizzourli’s tail slides out of his pants, the dead jester’s eyes staring back at him, laughing maniacally.

His mouth opens as Striker’s tail coils around his neck.

Brown mud swirls splattering across Blitzo’s face. His clawed hand digs into his chest. As Striker uses Blitz like a shield.

His voice is a high-pitched parody of the Cowboy.

The rogue could feel Blitzo’s heartbeat pound against the palm of his hand.

His face a wild expression as he sees the steely green gaze of the Original Striker poised, his deadly weapon aimed at the distorted version of himself.

“it’s time to wake up, Blitz.”

“There is nothing here, that isn’t me who holds you.” Striker shouts, missing his hellish twin by a hair.

The golden chains and the manacle that kept him in place disappear.   Only to be replaced by a dirty rope as the hallucination sinks back, twisting the rope with a sardonic smile on his face.

He’s right, you know, came the roughed up voice of Blitzo: his throat burning after being unable to speak.

A muddy portal drips.

Everyone knows where it leads.

A skewed version of Millie’s farm.

Distorted figures of Millie’s family members.

He grips Striker’s tail. But the snake Imp just flicks him up into the air, firing his gun at both Loony and himself before catching Blitzo and holding him up by the neck. He squeezes him, drawing him tight against his body.

“Your nothing but tangible fear, a single fear! He chokes at the Hallucination screams at him, claws digging deep he drags Blitz: the boss, Imp’s body, is covered by mud as he is pushed closer to the portal.

“Your Nothing! Blitz shouts, wiping the mud from his mouth.

This world isn’t real. It’s all in my head!

The Outlaw draws closer to his double.

“Keep it up, Darlin, and I’ll have you home by morning light.”

Blitz screams as the hallucination covers his mouth, twisting the rope around his jaws.

The only being to hold any sway over this world. His tail tightens as he presses Blitzo into the portal. His claws are scraping like mad.

Loony leaps off the ground, tackling the two to the ground, Blitzo groans in pain as Striker hisses. Loony grips Striker by the vest; snarling, she grips his throat and lifts him into the air.

The Nightmare’s tail tightens around Blitzo’s throat.

Release me, hellhound, or your master dies.

Blitzo claws at the tail around his neck. The rope tight across his mouth.

Blitzo drops to the ground as the hallucination whips Loony across the face.

Sending her across the muddy plains.

The Outlaw is beside him, wiping the mud from his face. Blitz looks into his face, humiliation dripping off his body.

The jingle of spurs draws closer as Striker shields Blitz.

He had to keep him away from the portal.

Help me stand! Calls Blitz, trying to move. The only way I see us getting out of this is if I stand and face him.

The surrrealness  of the moment is not lost to him.

Striker clenched his jaw as his own tail, wraps around his neck.

His body is hoisted off the ground, his eye is snapped shut as he got sprayed in the face by mud.

His arm quivers and shakes as he aims the gun at himself.

But the other, with a twist of his tail, causes Striker’s weapon to fall to muddy ground.

Striker sinks his claws into the pale tail. Before being whipped across the air and into the mud, to land next to Loony, who was wiping the mud from her muzzle.

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The Cowboy’s tail lashes out, slapping Blitzo to the ground before winding around his throat. He drags the Imp through the murky mud, and with mud dripping off his body, his tail fizzing like mad.

His eyes are swirling, hypnotic spirals, his fangs snap with venom.

Unwilling to release his victim.

Your nothing! Blitz snaps, nothing real Blitzo chokes.

His eyes are tearing as Striker’s hand replaces his tail.

His tail cracks Blitz across the back.

Striker pulls Blitz taut against him, his hand resting on his hip as he grinds into his ass.

Silence! I am better than anything here, and that includes you, Blitzy!.

I am addicted to your body; Stolas’s little plaything has just gotten a new master. And I want to break you, like breaking the spirit of a wild horse. I’ll ride you like a bronco into submission.

You're not even the real Striker! Blitz hisses. As the hallucination gave a sharp thrust, causing Blitzo knees to buckle.

You're telling me you’d prefer a treacherous snake over a wet dream, like me! The hallucination growls, grabbing his tail. Blitzo coils his tail around his wrist. as Striker unbuckles his pants.

Needing to subdue Blitz,.

Blitzo's eyes widened as he tries to make his escape, but the wrangler twists his fingers in Blitzo’s tail, pulling the Boss imp to him. Blitz snaps his tail, throwing mud in his eyes. He could feel himself being impaled from behind as Striker’s tail wraps around his waist. The thrusts were deep and penetrating as Blitzo chokes on his own tongue..

His face was pressed into the mud as he was made to take in a lungful. His body writhes, his legs curl. as pain twist and tears through his body. A tail cracks against the mud, Blitzo claws at the mud, snarling at the grinning snake imp above.

He could feel the pressure build as the sounds of a pair of spurs approach.

The Cowboy, the original Striker, appears behind the distracted rogue, covered in blood and dirt.

One eye was bleeding, snapped shut. A snarl on his face. As he listens to Blitz cough up mud. Blitz cries out, feeling his hot seed enter his body. His stomach coils in repulsion As Striker bite down on his neck rutting.

The Cowboy cocks his handgun back, with a look of disgust and murderous intent

Repeat it with more conviction, Sugar

This NIGHTMARE IS OVER!

Bang!

#Hellvua Boss #Nightmare world #Episode 6 #Striker/Blitzo #Protective Loony

[sidhelives]

I'm sorry I ruined your party 👀

Hope everyone is ready for a new OC and some serious canon-divergent bullshit

Kirkwall was burning. Yellow-orange flames licked the sky, high and bright enough to reflect in the murky water surrounding the city until even the harbor appeared to be on fire. Over the creaking and crumbling of scorched timbers Hawke could hear screaming; haunting hollow sounds of anguish and fear that reminded him too much of Lothering. His jaw tensed, his guttural growl of anger lost in the cacophony of destruction, as his greatsword crashed through the guard of another Qunari warrior. The enemy's howl of pain cut through the tumult, before being sharply silenced by Hawke's savage thrust.

He was not going to lose another home.

Hawke surged up the steps towards the Viscount's Keep, vision tunneled by rage. Arrows and bolts shrieked by him, the deadly aim of his companions maiming and staggering enemies who lined the stair. The sharp coppery scent of blood preceded even sharper cracks of lightning that set his hair on end as they ricocheted between the Qunari. Frost rimed his blade as it shattered frozen invaders, ice exploding into razor-sharp shards that sliced hairline fissures into his skin. Before they could even bleed they were gone, the tingle of healing magic the only evidence that they had ever existed.

Hawke barely heard the thunderous pounding of sword against shield, hardly saw the flashes of lyrium blue and swathes of hot red it left in its wake. His focus was filled up by the adversary before him, then another, and another all leading to the immense doors, behind which lay the end of the madness that had overtaken Kirkwall.

The septet methodically cut down the guard, a wave of vengeance ripping violently through their ranks, until nothing but air stood between them from the Keep's entrance. Hawke did not take the time to enjoy the victory, the steel of his boot splintering the doors with a vicious kick that sent them crashing into the inside walls. The boom of wood against plaster reverberated through the empty marble hall, the fine imported Antivan carpets doing nothing to smother the echoes. Thick stone insulated the Keep's interior from the maelstrom of devastation beyond its walls and the tread of fourteen feet resembled the footfalls of an army in the eerie silence. Leading with a pace that invited no argument or discussion, Hawke took the stairs two at a time.

The Arishok would pay for the carnage he had brought down upon the city. No matter what the Qun may have demanded, Hawke required retribution.

Skittering, dashing footsteps careened into the Keep through the wide-flung doors. Seven sets of eyes snapped to the entrance, hands drawing bowstrings and beginning complicated gestures of spell weaving. It was only due to Hawke's halting arm thrown up as he recognized the figure which saved her from the attack.

"Isabela?" Hawke would recognize those legs anywhere. There were other, equally identifiable parts of her anatomy, of course, but they were hidden behind an enormous tome which the renegade clutched tightly to her chest.

"Hawke!" She skidded to a halt, relief washing over her features. "Andraste's tits, this is a shit show, isn't it?"

A smile cracked Hawke's stern set features. "What are you doing here?"

Isabela rolled her eyes. "I didn't come back for you if that's what you're asking."

Hawke tried to not look disappointed. "Then why?"

She sighed, climbing the stairs to join the others on the landing. "My hitherto unseen conscience reared its ugly head."

"Is that it?" Varric nodded toward the book she held.

Looking uncharacteristically sheepish, Isabela nodded. "Keeping Castillon off my back didn't seem quite as worth it when I saw the flames." She held the book out, thrusting it towards Hawke's chest. "They want it so bad, they can have it and fuck off back to Par Vollen."

Hawke raised a brow. "So why are you giving it to me?"

Isabela scoffed. "Well, I'm not going in there."

"You have to apologize," Hawke stated firmly.

Varric chuckled. "Yeah, time to make nice, Rivani."

"An admission of fault would do well to prove your contrition," Fenris agreed.

Isabela looked at them like they'd collectively sprouted second heads. "You have got to be kidding. They'll drag me off in chains."

Hawke's expression hardened. "I'm not going to let that happen."

Their eyes met, and Isabela slowly pulled the book back. "You really mean that."

He nodded firmly. "I do."

A roar ripped through the hall beyond them which lead deeper into the Keep and everyone's attention snapped to the closed doors at its end.

"Well, that doesn't sound good," Merrill remarked.

"Let's go." Hawke didn't wait for the others to agree. He marched off, driven on by deep growls and furious noises of exertion emanating from the closed-off throne room. 

Whatever the Arishok was up to, Hawke intended to put a stop to it.

He raised his greatsword higher, prepared to strike, and planted the sole of his boot just below the doorknobs, dropping into a defensive stance as the doors swung open. 

Hawke took in the scene in a flash: Nobles crowded around the edges of the room, their expressions overcome in equal parts with horror and awe. Qunari warriors stood as sentries among them, their stern visages and imposing figures acting as a barrier between the masses and the center of the room. In the middle of it all, commanding the attention of all other occupants, were two figures. The Arishok was on his knees, bloodied, bleeding from dozens of small cuts, and his weapons lay scattered across the ground. Beside him a petite female elf with hair so black it appeared blue where the light hit it and a deadly curved sword held in one hand was midway through a whirling swing, and as Hawke watched the momentum of her movement carried the razor edge of her blade through the massive neck of the Arishok, severing his head from his body. 

The doors crashed into the inner walls at the same moment the head bounced unceremoniously to the floor, and the attention of the room was immediately focused on Hawke.

His shoulders slumped dejectedly as the Arishok's body flopped to the ground. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" He yelled, dropping his greatsword with a clang.

The elf lowered her blade and narrowed her eyes at him, one brow quirking up in confusion.

"Hawke here really wanted to have it out with the Arishok," Varric explained, wide smile betraying his amusement at Hawke's outcry. "You beat him to it."

"Oh," she replied simply, glancing at the corpse then back to Hawke. "I'm sorry I ruined your party."

#fanfiction #dragon age #ask prompt #florence + the machine lyrics #sorry for the long text #please leave kudos if you like #please comment for more #fuck canon

[emerald-amidst-gold]

All Night Writeathon!

As the title suggests, I literally stayed up all night writing this little memory scene for a smutty one shot. I’m playing around with immersing Fane with more of the Inner Circle since he does develop a lot of meaningful relationships with most everyone, save for Cassandra and Bull (it takes Fane a very long time to warm up to Bull, even more so than with Cassandra).

But here! Have this ‘little’ excerpt that I may or may not tweak a few bits when I revise!

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The dreaded sound of a wet squelch had Fane stopping dead in his tracks as he, Solas, Cole, and Varric traversed the corpse infested bog in search of the Inquisition patrol that had been kidnapped by Avvar. Solas and Cole were locked in one of their usual cryptic discussions, so Varric, of course, was the first to notice how he had halted in his lead. 

“You doing okay, Tempest?”, Varric called out to him, the sound of roaring rain and howling wind nearly obscuring it if it weren’t for Fane’s abnormal sense of hearing. 

Fane tilted his head up towards the stormy sky as he slowly, but furiously started to try to unearth where his boot was mired in shit. Of all the places to go, why had the Avvar chosen a blighted bog full of shitting animals?! Even his kin didn’t defecate like this! It was disgusting!

“I stepped in shit again.”, Fane growled, jerking his body more which only spurred him to sink in deeper. He blinked before snarling in irritation. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! The next bogfisher I see I’m going to fucking tear it apart and shit in its corpse!”

He heard Varric let out a poorly concealed snort, wet, stocky footsteps coming up to where he was trapped. Fane refused to turn his gaze down to Varric, knowing full well what the dwarf would be looking at him with. He was not in the mood for Varric’s bullshit, no pun intended!

Varric let out a whistle, tilting his head at Fane’s submerged boot. “I think you’re a little stuck there.”

Fane actively whipped his head down to glare daggers into the, as he thought, smiling dwarf, still attempting to dislodge himself with more jerks.

“What gave you that idea, dwarf?! Was it the fact that my entire calf is mired in fucking shit?! Or was it from the last time I got trapped, a groaning corpse attaching itself to my ankle before I nearly bit it in a pile of shit?! Either way, it leads back to shit!”, he snarled around irritated grunts as his attempts still fell flat. Why the hell couldn’t he get out?! It was like this pile of shit was a rift attempting to suck him in!

“That’s a lot of shit.”, Varric responded with a growing smirk, the dwarf attempting to keep his laughter at bay. “You know, this reminds me of a story--”

“Don’t.”, Fane warned, pointing with a gloved finger to exaggerate his disinterest before more footsteps approached. Oh, great. This was the absolute worst. Maybe he should just let himself be consumed by the sink hole of shit! At least it would save him from more mortification!

Fane saw Solas and Cole finally make their way up to where he and Varric were bickering back and forth, looking equally as drenched as he was. However, the two Fade minded companions still appeared to be locked in their own discussion until Fane saw Cole’s head perk up, hair curtained eyes locking onto where he was trapped. 

“It won’t let go. Warm, wrapped like a blanket, but not the good kind.”, Cole said simply, water pouring from his large brimmed hat as the spirit tilted his head curiously. “I didn’t know it could be like that. How does it hold so tightly?”, blue eyes travelling down to the pile of feces.

“The question for the age, kid.”, Varric told Cole with a growing smirk, still trying not to bust a gut as he kept his eyes on Fane. 

Fane let out an agitated groan at Cole and Varric’s words before hearing a familiar, but infuriating snort come from the man next to the kindly, curious spirit. Oh, here we go! Why had he decided to bring the trio of men who constantly found some way to exasperate him?! Well, Cole never meant to exasperate him, but the other two always did!

Emerald eyes which were deepening in hue from mounting frustration met humored blueish grey as Solas watched him struggle to free himself from the suctioning mound, mouth twitching with the urge not to smirk at his predicament. 

“Again, Inquisitor?”, Solas asked calmly, but Fane could hear the literal joke in the elf’s voice. 

Fane felt his eyebrow twitch as he snarled in response. “What do you mean ‘again’?!”

“I think he means that this is the..”, Varric chimed in, amber eyes looking up to the sky as the dwarf idly counted on his fingers before looking back to Fane. “..tenth time you’ve stepped in shit. Though, the fifth time wasn’t really your fault.”

“It wasn’t a teddy bear.”, Cole piped in, a small frown forming at the mention of the bear they had found off one of the mire’s diverging paths. 

“Definitely not, kid. More like a grizzly bear.”, Varric said with a small shiver. “Too bad we didn’t have a trusty warrior to shield us.”, a sigh escaping with a teasing tone as amber eyes glanced back up at Fane. “They must have had a lot of shit to deal with.”

“They must have fallen to a truly formidable foe.”, Solas unexpectedly joined in to his roasting, sighing with a light shrug. “..or rather, stepped into the path of one.”, stormy eyes glinting with guarded mischief as the regarded Fane, who was steadily growing more and more irate with the two’s teasing. 

“Are you two finished?!”, Fane snarled out darkly, feeling his boot give a little as he continued to twist and jerk his leg. “Or should I wipe those shit eating grins off your faces?!” Why did he always end up being humiliated in some capacity during an excursion!? If it wasn’t shit, it was some other unknown substance that reeked or squelched or moaned before he snuffed the life out of it!

“I think you should wipe the shit off your boot first, Tempest.”, Varric poked the fire more, starting to let out amused snorts. 

“I agree. I am sure it does not smell particularly pleasing.”, Solas poked the other side, raising a hand to stifle a snort with a light cough. 

Fane felt his face go deadpan as fiery rage roared within his soul, distant roaring making itself known within his mind as draconic instinct began to take flight. “Fuck the bogfishers. I think I’ll go for lesser prey. They scream louder.”, he said flatly as the flames burned past his deadened expression. 

Fane barely noticed the look of Cole’s eyes widening a bit, the spirit seemingly noticing something, as he instinctively went to pivot his body in an attempt to lunge at either Solas or Varric, who were both still trying to keep themselves in check. However, before he could even get into position, he heard a wet pop before he felt gravity take hold of his off balance frame. 

“Wha--?”, Fane uttered in question, eyes going wide before he fell face first into the pile of shit his foot had been trapped in, the contained momentum in his attempted pivot backfiring from his sheer weight twisting him too far. 

There was a dead, dead silence, save for the howling wind and steady downpour, as Fane’s mind tried to process what had happened. He was-- What the-- Did he really--?

“Shouldn’t he wipe his face first?”, Cole’s innocent question broke through the shocked silence before the raucous laughter of Varric finally burst forward, the dwarf unable to keep his mirth contained any longer as Fane slowly pushed himself up to hover above the offending mound. 

Fane stared down at the steaming pile of shit as Varric’s laughter rang throughout the bog, barely hearing soft footsteps with how loud it was and how red hot rage began to color his reeling mind. He was going to kill this dwarf! He would tear him apart! Rend the sky with dwarven bones! Level the ground with his corpse! Ripe his smirking, laughing face right off!

However, before Fane could even think to launch himself upwards to complete that promise, Solas came into view, crouching down to where he was on his hands and knees to give him a small, apologetic smile. 

“Are you okay, vhenan?”, Solas asked him, the endearment falling out without hesitation or shame. 

Fane wanted to bite back, to shove the concern away, but the depth of blue and grey that projected sincerity had his rage simmering down a few degrees. He was entirely too weak to this elf, but he supposed he really didn’t care. Especially since they both had finally closed the large rift that had separated them since Haven. That was worth any kind of childish teasing, or the irritation it could invoke.

Fane sighed as he lifted a leather gloved hand to wipe at his face, the heavy rain helping take off the heavier traces of shit. “Is it possible to burn my face, as well as my clothing?”

Solas chuckled softly, reaching into his pouch before pulling a strip of cloth from it. “It is possible, but I would advise against it.”, the cloth in the mage’s hand delicately being used to help him in his wiping. “However, a bath would be sufficient for purging your face and body of defecation.”

Fane let out a small hum at Solas’s touch before sighing longingly. “I would kill for a bath right now.”

“As long as it is not myself, Cole, or Varric, then you may ravage as you wish, but I do not believe it will afford you what you desire.”, Solas joked lightly, a thumb gingerly wiping under one of his eyes with the cloth. “However, though I cannot promise anything luxurious, I could heat up enough water for you to wipe yourself down until we return to Skyhold.”, Solas offered with a tiny smile, summoning a quick flame to dispose of the ruined cloth once he felt Fane’s visage was clear enough. 

Fane felt warm relief and affection fill him at that offer as he let a tiny smile of his own break through his tight mask. “I could kiss you right now.” He could never stay angry at his sky for long, could he? Not when Solas so obviously showed he cared for him. It may have taken a while to get to this point, but this was a milestone along the path, and he would not spurn it with petty anger.

“Unless you wish to be met with a barrier, ma’isenatha, I would suggest not.”, Solas teased with a small smirk before slowly rising to stand up straight. “Now, come. We should not linger lest Varric’s cackling awaken the corpses no doubt resting in the waters.” 

Fane sighed before pushing himself up into a kneeling position before vaulting himself up to his full height with a soft grunt. “I’m more worried about hidden shitty sinkholes than flimsy corpses.”

Solas gave him a small, but fond smile, and a tiny roll of his eyes before beginning to make his way back to where Varric was currently doubled over on the ground still cackling, and Cole confusedly hovering around him like a concerned little bird. Fane watched Solas go with a faint smirk before sighing lightly. The ‘fun’ was over. Thank goodness.

“Right. Back to work.”, he grumbled before crossing his arms, following after Solas slowly. “If you bust your intestines open, Varric, I am not putting them back in! Nor will I be the one to tell Hawke and Fenris you died because I fell in shit!”

“Hawke d..did the same thing at Chateau Haine! H..He’d get it!”, Varric wheezed out, pounding the ground with a fist as another bout of laughter took hold. 

Fane rolled his eyes as he stood next to Solas, sighing heavily. “Are all dwarves like this?”

“Not from my experience, but Varric is not like most dwarves.”, Solas said, glancing up at him with a small smirk. 

“Right.”, Fane said, pushing against the inside of his cheek with his tongue before a thought popped into his head, a smirk turning the corner of his mouth upwards. “He’s a shit dwarf.”

“H..Hey! I--!”, Varric started to defend around coughing laughs before pausing to think. “..You know what? You’re right, and I take the compliment!”, he exclaimed, finally starting to calm down as he pushed himself off the soaked ground. 

“Good. Because that’s the only compliment you’re getting for the day.”, Fane stated before uncrossing his arms. “Alright. Fun and games are over. Time to go hunt down some Avvar.”

“Maybe you’ll fell them with your mighty stench, oh Inquisitor!”, Varric proclaimed with a few slight wheezes.

Fane took a deep breath through his nose, coughing a bit when his aforementioned ‘stench’ made itself known. Just what he needed.

“If I don’t fall first that is.”, Fane mumbled out with a small sneer before turning away to motion for the others to follow. “Come on. After that whole ordeal, I really want to get back to Skyhold so I can just burn myself with scalding water.”

“Wouldn’t that hurt?”, Cole asked with a bit of concern.

“It is a figure of speech, Cole.”, Solas assuaged the compassionate spirit’s worry with a reassuring smile. 

“Speeches don’t have figures..”, the spirit mumbled in confusion before Fane heard Solas begin to explain, but tuned it out as he stared at the expanse of the mire before them, idly noticing distant corpses shambling about and bogfishers, who were shitting as they spoke. 

Fane let out a tired groan, massaging his temples with his thumb and middle finger. 

“I need a bath. An indefinite one.”

***

Suffice it to say, Fane didn’t like the Fallow Mire. Nor did he like all the damn bogfishers that would be aggroed from wayward lightning! *begins to project onto her OC*

#dragon age #oc: fane lavellan #solas #varric #cole #show me a better team than Solas and Varric #I'll wait #and sweet cinnamon roll Cole #Fane is tired of everyone's shit #haha get it? #... :3 #writing #my writing #dragon age fanfiction #wip #lavellan #male lavellan #did I spend all night writing about my boy falling in shit? #yes i did #i usually get like one night out of the month where I don't sleep #so why not be productive? *shrugs*

[jojiship]

Studio Ghibli Films: Thoughts & Rankings

I have been binging Studio Ghibli (and other anime films) since May. I saw a lot of people in Youtube rank them and I decided to do it as well. While I don’t have a camera to record myself, I decided to post my ranking of its films. First of all, I want to say that this is quite a subjective ranking and it’s personal. These are my opinions and of course, everyone can have opinions of their own. Second of all, I think all of these films have their good sides, but there are ones that I enjoyed and there are ones I didn’t enjoy. Either way, I recommend people to watch all of these films. You won’t regret watching most of them.

This post ranks the films from the 5th to 1st. Obviously, there will be spoilers ahead, so you’ve been warned.

5. Princess Mononoke (1997) – I would watch the animation of the nature in this film for hours in loop. It’s so wonderful, beautiful and breathtaking. Whether it’s animating the lake, the forest or even just the trees, I was in awe of it. It truly makes you appreciate it and again, Studio Ghibli shows you how much they love nature themselves. Now, let’s talk about the film. The film was amazing. The best word for it is amazing. The plot was so different and yet so captivating. There wasn’t a moment in this film where I was bored and where I felt it dragged along. Seeing this battle between humans and nature was what I had to see. When I was a kid, I didn’t appreciate this film as much, but now, it’s definitely one of my favourite films and in my top five of Studio Ghibli films. All the characters were incredibly well written, especially Ashitaka, San and Lady Eboshi. I love how there was no villain in this film. Yes, Lady Eboshi and her people were ruining the forest, but they were also trying to live their lives and grow as a community. I loved how everyone played a part in the village, the men, the woman and even the disables, had roles. You don’t see this in many films and I like that Princess Mononoke showed us that. The boars and the wolves were interesting to see as well. The bond that San had with her family and how she hated humans because of how she was raised. The ending was great. I liked that Ashitaka decided to stay and help with Irontown rather than go with San like some people expected him to. The only thing that truly bothered me was the face of the Forest Spirit. It haunted me for days which prove how much it creeped me out. If someone told me that the face of the Forest Spirit was their sleep paralysis demon, I would believe them in the spot.

4. My Neighbor Totoro (1988) - The first Studio Ghibli film that I’ve seen is My Neighbor Totoro. It’s the kind of film that reminds me of my childhood and it’s the one that gives me a nostalgic feeling. I love it so much that it’s definitely the film of Studio Ghibli that I’ve seen the most. It has this charm that should be more prevalent in other animated films, especially films for kids. Every scene is truly like magic. Whether it’s the umbrella scene at the bus stop, or the scene where the tree grows, or even the scene with the cat bus and the girls. Satsuki and Mei are enjoyable, vibrant and interesting characters. The bond between them reminds me a lot of my bond with my older sister. You can definitely say that I was a lot like Mei as a little kid (Yes, I did get lost one time and made my whole family, especially my sister lose their mind). Again, this film embraces the beauty of being a child. It shows the curiosity, the innocence, the energy and the imagination that most kids possess at that age. Totoro is such an interesting character design and it’s no surprise that it’s the logo of Studio Ghibli. My Neighbor Totoro speaks to my inner child and reminds me of the good old days. It’s a film that I’ll recommend to everyone, but especially young kids. Also, it’s the Studio Ghibli film that makes me smile through the whole of it. If I’m feeling sad or if I’m not in a good mood, I watch My Neighbor Totoro and it never fails to make me feel better.

3. Spirited Away (2001) – Objectively, I think Spirited Away is the best film that Studio Ghibli has ever produced. Personally, it’s the third, but that doesn’t mean it’s worse than the second and first. It’s a matter of preference that I have. Again, I watched this film as a kid and I did enjoy it a lot. I always called it one of the best animated films. I rewatched it in May after years of not watching it and I loved it just as much as I did when I was a kid if not more. Miyazaki created an unforgettable film with an astounding plot, amazing characters and an exciting world building. Chihiro is your typical kid. She can be whiny and scared just as every kid is her age. The growth that she goes through the film was amazing. Watching her work hard and her progress was such a good watch. You could see her struggle with cleaning at first, but soon enough, she got the hang of it. Also, as much as I love the film, I couldn’t help but think that her parents were a bit dumb. Like my parents wouldn’t have done any of the things her parents did. My dad wouldn’t have sped like that in such a dangerous road and they definitely would have turned around after coming close to the temple. Either way, I’m glad that they screwed up though because it gave me this film. The other characters like Haku, Yubaba, Zeniba, Lin and many others were brilliant. Out of all this, I enjoyed Haku the most. The way he helped Chihiro was so nice and their whole bond was fascinating to see on screen. The guests in the bathhouse were designed so well and were just so good. I don’t have any words to describe the scenes with No Face or the spirit of the polluted river because they are out of this world. No wonder this film won an Oscar for best animated film. The details, the story, the animation, the characters, the soundtrack and the world building all deserve an Oscar of their own. 

2. Grave of the Fireflies (1988) - I don’t think I’ve ever cried with any film, book or series as much as I cried with this. Even when it ended and I had turned my TV off, I was crying. It’s one of the saddest films I’ve ever watched and truly, the saddest film Studio Ghibli has ever made. It touched my heart immediately when it started and it ended up ripping it at the end. I knew that it wasn’t going to have a happy ending, the beginning tells you that it’s going to end quite sadly. Yet I was taken back by the scenes, especially the last scenes. The story of Seita and Setsuko is a story that many kids have experienced in war. In most war films, we are shown battles, we are shown armies, soldiers etc., but not in this film. In this film, we saw the personal history of siblings trying to survive war and bombings. Seeing Setsuko hallucinating was heartbreaking and it was in that moment when I started to cry. When Seita said that she never woke up after that, I couldn’t control myself. Funeral scenes have been hard for me to watch lately, but not a single funeral scene has broken my heart like the one in this film. The scene where Home Sweet Home played in the background left me speechless and I still don’t know how to explain how I feel with that scene. Grave of the Fireflies is a film that is all too real and it made my whole body hurt at the end. Although it's ranked second in my list, it’s the one who I’ll probably rewatch the least out of all Studio Ghibli. Takahata is truly an incredible director and this film proves that better than any other film of his.

1. Whisper of the Heart (1995) – Talented. Inspiring. Brilliant. Relatable. Amazing. Show-stopping. Spectacular. Never the same. Totally unique. Whisper of the Heart is undoubtedly the best Studio Ghibli film I’ve watched. I enjoyed everything about it to the last details. I didn’t even stop the film to get water even though I was thirsty as hell. That’s how much I loved the film. I never related to characters as much as I related to Shizuku and Seiji. I write and I used to play the violin when I was younger. While I stopped, I still enjoy every story that has something to do with violins. Shizuku was such a normal character that spoke so much to me and to everyone I recommended this film to. Many of us have been in her position where we didn’t know what we’re going to do in the future. While Shizuku had many interests, you could see that she was stuck. I liked that she was inspired by Seiji to see if she could be good at something and she learned that she did have some sort of talent for writing. But just like Seiji’s grandfather, Shiro said about polishing her talent. I think many people, especially people who paint, draw, sing, compose, write and build, should listen to his words. They shouldn’t expect perfection at their first try and that they should give it time and hard work for their skills to become amazing. When I first started to write, I needed to hear Shiro’s words. This film is such a beautiful coming of age story that I think everyone should see no matter the age. Now, let’s go to the romance of the film. Hands down, Shizuku and Seiji are the best romance in Studio Ghibli films. While I love Howl and Sophie and Jiro and Naoko, it’s Shizuku and Seiji that won my heart. They had such a good romantic journey. Their scenes were just astoundingly beautiful, especially the one in the end. When I saw him by the tree, I started to giggle and I always screamed. It was just incredible to watch. Every interaction they had made me love them more. I repeat, the best Studio Ghibli couple. When I finished the film, I wanted to find a guy like Seiji. Too bad we were in lockdown and I was unable to find him. The use of Country Roads was amazing. I always loved the song and now, it’s one of my favourite. What upsets me about this film is the death of its director. If Kondo hadn’t tragically passed away in 1998, I think he would have given us other amazing films like Whisper of the Heart. I can say that this movie whispered in my heart and I’ll never forget it.

#studio ghibli #studio ghibli films #hayao mizayaki #isao takahata #rankings #princess mononoke #my neighbor totoro #spirited away #grave of the fireflies #whisper of the heart

[dukevividwriting]

Freesia

Axl Low manned the bar with as much elegance and care as he did his sickles. Cleaning and polishing the top of the maple structure,making sure the glass mugs were cleared of any dust and sand and that the beer tap was to be worked thoroughly this night. It was a special evening after all. 

“Axl Low, The first rounds on me!“

That was three months ago, the battle with Arelis Valentine ending in their victory. It almost hadn’t, they almost lost the chief and his lady, just after him getting her back.

“That was probably the first time anyone saw a true smile from him.“ The time shifter chuckled as he poor himself a mug. Taking a gulp, before breathing out.

“Out of all things to make it to the future, I'm so glad beer was one of them.” Axl exclaimed savoring the taste, when he heard the bell jingled as the top of the bar entrance pushed it.

“You couldn’t wait, Low?”

Axl chuckled as he saw his friend walk towards the bar, Junkyard dog in his left hand and a red and silver hair lady on his right arm. “Just making sure it was up to par, chief.”

Sol grinned as he took his normal seat, the fourth stool one out of nine, a direct  shoot to the tap. The woman took the seat next to him, scooting it a little closer.

Axl raised an eyebrow as she gazed at the bounty hunter with adoration, the second one followed when the gear hunter gave her a ‘gentle’ smile.

‘Kind of hard to look gentle with a face and demeanor like Sol’s, at least he’s trying...Failing, but trying’ 

“Is the first round still on you, chief.”

Sol turned to the english man, giving him a slight nod.” Yeah, yeah.”

“And for you, miss?”

“.I’ll have what you two are having.”

“Three drafts it is.” Axl grabbed two more glass mugs and ran the beer tap into them, filling them just to a slight overflow of foam, never spilling a drop of golden-brown elixir as he placed the mugs before the two. “Cheer, mates” Axl lifted his mug with a chuckle.

“Cheers.” The woman grinned following Axl’s example.

“Tsch” Sol stoically did the same before clinking his mug with theirs.

“So Chief, you’re going to introduce me?” Axl nodded towards Sol’s companion.

“As much times as you looked into my past, you should already know who she is, Low.” The bounty hunter grumbled lightly as he took a swallow of brew, getting an exasperated sigh from Axl.

“Really, you have no manners, Chief.”

“Tsch!”

The woman chuckled at the two antics as she took a sip of the beer.

 “Aria...Aria scale”

“Axl low..A pleasure to finally meet the chief’s lady.”.

The smile she gave him was small but warm, gentle, and welcoming. A smile of a good woman. He could see the resemblance between her and the first king's wife, Dizzy.

“Aria Scale..” Sol chuckled “That’s what you going with?” 

Aria punched the man beside her in his arm. “That's what I'm trying out, don’t like it?” She grinded her fist on his skin playfully “Thought you would appreciate the musical  callback.“ She grinned at his slightly annoyed look.

“Ok, enough.” Sol took her fist off his arm and pulled her close to his face. 

Axl was amused as her grin broke Sol perpetual annoyed look into a relaxed smirk.  

“It’s charming and you know it.” Aria insisted 

“Maybe.” Sol retorted.

“It rolls off the tongue.”

“You damn well do.”

Aria inhaled deeply as she pointed at the now grinning gear, cheeks a bit red as she took another gulp of her beer. “200 years and you’re still a cad when you flirt.”

“It’s charming and you know it.” 

Axl laughed quietly as Aria's face showed her inner struggle between kissing the hunter smug face or kicking the hunter smug face.  He stopped when he realized the two were taking notice of him.

“I’m sorry,” Axl raised his hand in surrender, his  natural grin still on his face, “It’s just, never get to really see this side of the chief.”  

“Now that’s an interesting topic” Aria piqued with interest. “What stories can you tell about my monster here.”

Monster..heh” Sol poked her hip. ”I saved you.”

“And He.” Aria pointed to Axl “saved us, right after.” She turned her attention to the blond brit, looking appreciative. “Thank you for that.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not ‘nothing’, Low..” Sol turned his liquor color eyes towards one of the few people he considers a true friend. "You really stuck your neck out and paid a steep price," He lifted his glass in honor of the blonde "I'm grateful."

"To Mr.Low." Aria added, following Sol. 

Axl scratched the back of his head as the duo drank to him. "Ah come on, As much time as you put your own hide on the line for the planet, it was about time someone looked out for you." 

"I'm glad, you know...That he has a few people who would." Aria spoke with a cheeky tone, her voice a bit muffled by the glass. "With his demeanor and all."

"He can be a bit of a wanker, at times."

"Here, here." 

The two clinked their mugs smirking like old friends, to Sol's dismay.

"I think we're gonna get along swimmingly, Mr.Low."

"Oh, of course and please, Aria..It's Axl."

"Axl, it is then."

"Let me top you off before we regale you with tales of your 'monster’ here."

"Please." She handed the mug to Axl who turned to Sol holding his hand out. 

"Come on." 

"Yeah, definitely gonna need it with you two gossips." Sol smirked as he gave Axl the mug.

Axl snickered as he turned to film the mugs again. "Sol, you remember the hunt in phantom city?"

"Hehe. Yeah.. That was annoying." 

"Sure, that's why you're laughing." Axl slid them their mugs, refueled with brew.

"What happened in Phantom City?" Aria arched an eyebrow seeing Sol smirk and chuckle as he took a sip.

"You wanna tell it, Chief?"  Axl sipped before looking at his mug. "Damn good."

"You're free to tell, Low..I'll correct you when I need to."

Aria turned attentive towards Axl, excited for the tale."Come on, Axl."

"Alright, so…"

Twenty minutes later, Aria was in tears banging on top of the bar with her fist. 

"Oh no! That’s horrible!" Aria howled in pure hilarity. 

“We tried to warn him. Well I did.” Axl chortled.”He didn’t want to believe it was a damn doll given a soul..”

“Even less a murdering doll.” Sol added with a smirk.

“So you two just let your friend continue to date her.” 

“It didn’t last long, we saw Mito the next day running for his life..What did he call her again.

“His twilight butterfly.” Axl  answered with a smirk. 

“Though with those limbs coming out her body and the way she was crab walking on the walls. She was definitely more of a black widow….Which is what the bounty called her.”

“My god. “ Aria chuckled. “So what happened then.”

“We were just gonna watch it unfold and step in at the last moment.” Sol answered with a smirk.

“Really?” Aria turned to Axl who nodded.

“He made good bait, and he didn’t want to listen so..” Axl shrugged.

“You two are horrible friends.” She cracked into a fit of laughter

“It didn’t get that far though.” Axl chuckled. “You see, Sol was about to get some breakfast.”

“A Bacon, egg, and provolone cheese sandwich on a raisin roll, light on the mayo...” Sol looked at Axl expectantly.

“Right...That sandwich.” Axl shook his head with a smirk, before taking a gulp. “Anywho. From what the chief told me, because I wasn’t there for this part.  Anji ran by turning the corner Sol was at, screaming for help. Now while he was running his ’lady’ shot a spear of silk web at him. The spear missed Anji..and got Sol's left hands and his sandwich.”

Aria turned to Sol, who nodded before taking a drink.

“ I’m just walking out of the inn, finish talking to the receptionist.”

“Flirting you mean.”

“You saw her, Chief.”

“Yeah..,”Sol nodded with a grin,'' I'm not saying anything.”

“Uh-huh.” Aria took a drink side-eying Sol a bit. “ So you walked out after trying to get into the receptionist pants.”

“Skirt...And I did.” Axl gave her a victorious smirk as he lifted his cup. “ But yeah I walked out and got hit with all this heat, like desert heat and this is fall in Phantom city. I’m talking about thirty-five degree weather, as the high. That's normal Phantom city fall.”  

Axl took a gulp “ Not this morning...This morning felt like like two fifty. So I turned west, cause that's where the damn heat is coming from. Down the road, a few blocks down..A whole intersection is burnt, melted, blacked..These are streets of marble i’m talking about melted, the air bending..It looked hazy past that point.” 

Aria took a gulp looking as Sol who started to laugh lightly as he took a gulp. 

“And all I hear is this guy screaming, Pay for my breakfast MITO!” Axl continued as he started to laugh. “ I run down and turn the corner and look like a napalm hit the alley,” 

Axl put the mug down before talking with his hands.Shaking them and waving them  to emphasize the scene. “I’m talking a completely blackacked alley far as the eye can see, Sol in the middle holding Anji, who somehow did not get burned; by his collarbone shaking him. Pay for my breakfast MITO!”

“What?!” Aria leaned on the bar completely shocked. “What happened to the black widow?”

“ A light Gunflame.” Sol answered easily. 

“In other words, She..or what ash was left of her, was in the burnt black.. But wait, I call out to him and he has the audacity to look at me and say…’We're gonna get our bounty payment after breakfast. Go scrape up the east wall.’ ”

“Nohoho OH NO!” Aria laughed as she wiped her eyes. 

“Yes! For a breakfast sandwich, can you believe this!” Axl took one last gulp of the beer before he shook his head. “You always seem to eat that sandwich literally every breakfast..you’re not hunting for it, why?.”

“I know why, the big softie.”She turned to Sol before leaning up kissing his cheek. “That’s the breakfast he always made for me during our old days. Actually that's what you made me today.”

Axl eyes widen at that. “Wow..You are a softie.”

“Tsch!” Sol kissed his teeth as he took the last of the beer. 

 “A good partner would do that to you though.” Axl stated as he took their mugs and fueled them up again. “Make you free to be soft, gentle, kind..While making you better than you ever thought you could be. Enables you to withstand even the most hellish condition.” Axl slid them their mugs of beer before holding his mug up. “You two are those types of partners...So a drink to you chief and to you Aria...Two hundred years apart and you two are still in love with each other.“ Axl gulped the beer taking the whole glass full to the head. With a satisfied breath he smirked at the two holding up the empty glass.  

“Good liquor and good love, beautiful things to have in these savage days.”   

#fanfiction #guilty gear fanfiction #guilty gear after story #SOL BADGUY #aria hale #axl low #developing friendships #romantic friendship #solXaria #Black Writers #also on fanfiction.net #Black Fanfiction Writers #peacfulmoments #also on ao3 #dsduke

[soul-music-is-life]

Pls give us some Sammy pls pls pls pls pls pls pls even if it’s like a paragraph? Pls

I’m doing a "try not to hate my fluff writing” challenge. I have a love-hate relationship with my prompts, especially the lighter ones, because I feel like they lack depth. And when I write them I don’t get a chance to obsessively edit them, so they feel unclean and unpolished. It’s such a different vibe than I’m used to with my stories. But I’m trying to own that doubt. Here is my nice little unclean unpolished “inner critic is screaming and pulling her hair out” prompt.

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The Rosewood High School Bake Sale was one of the biggest sales of the year. Everyone was encouraged to participate. Normally, Grace didn’t go near the kitchen unless there was pizza on the table, but Lily had made it a competition and Grace couldn’t resist. They were further enticed to do well when they found out that the students who sold the most baked goods would get a $200 gift card.

They argued about what to make for almost two days. They’d finally decided on two different recipes. Chocolate chip brownies and snickerdoodles with salted caramel chips. What they weren’t counting on was the extra ingredient of chaos that their little brother would bring to the party.

“Alright, Sam is down for his nap. Let’s get going.” Grace quickly shuffled into the kitchen.

Lily had all of the ingredients separated nicely next to all of the measuring cups. Grace didn’t even bother looking at the recipe. She just started mixing things together.

“The whole point of this is to actually sell the food. No one is going to buy pastries that could be used as a weapon in a war.” Lily snatched the flour from Grace and put it on the counter behind her.

“Okay, Hell’s Kitchen.” Grace scoffed.

“Oooh, Grace said a bad word!” They heard a chipper little voice coming from the living room.

“Sam, you’re supposed to be in bed.”

“NO! I don’t want a nap!” He came toddling into the room. He saw all of the ingredients laid out and his eyes lit up in delight. “I help.”

He walked over to Lily and tugged on her apron. He lifted his arms up.

“How about we read you a story, peanut?” Lily picked him up.

“No.”

“Okay. Let’s do your nursery rhymes. You love your nursery rhymes.”

“No.”

“Why is that his favorite word?” Grace muttered.

“I want a cookie.” Sam reached for the brownie batter.

“Sammy, that’s not…”

Before Lily could stop him he’d dipped his entire hand into the batter. He shoved his fingers in his mouth and smiled at Lily. He licked most of the chocolate off and then pat Lily’s chin, leaving a large brown smudge against her jaw.

“I help,” he said again. He pat Lily’s apron.

Grace snickered at the mess he was making on her fussy clean sister. Lily licked some of the batter off of her lip and then reached for a towel. She handed Sam to Grace and then wiped her face off.

“Okay, big guy. You want to help?” Grace dragged his booster seat over to the counter. “I’ve got a really important job for you.” She put him down in the chair and then handed him a spoon. “I need you to stir something for me.”

She grabbed a plastic bowl and filled it with water. She figured it would be the easiest thing to clean up.

The water distracted him for a little while, leaving Lily and Grace free to bake. But as he watched his sisters he became determined to do more. He watched Grace pour a cup of measured flour into a bowl with milk. Sam saw the bag of flour sitting close to the edge of the counter. He moved to stand up in his chair, reaching for the bag. He managed to grab it without his sisters seeing.

He reached in and pulled out a handful. He really liked the feel of it, so he reached in with his other hand and grabbed another handful. He dropped some into his bowl, but it didn’t look the same as what his sisters were making, so he grabbed more. The sticky pasty mess was getting all over him. He stirred the water, flinging flour everywhere, including in his hair.

“Sissies!” He exclaimed. He was proud of himself.

“Just a second, Sammy.” Grace tapped a button on the stove.

Sam grumbled angrily. He didn’t like that they weren’t paying attention to him. He grabbed the bag of flour, his little hands barely able to grip it.

He looked to see if there was any more white stuff so he could make more food and make his sisters even happier. He couldn’t tell if there was anything in the bag, so he tilted it towards his face.

Flour came pouring out of the bag, painting his face completely white. He closed his eyes in surprise. Some of it got into his nose. He sneezed and dropped the bag next to the bowl, sending the bowl crashing to the floor. Lily and Grace both spun around.

“Oops.” Sam looked down.

When he looked back up he saw his sisters staring at him in shock. He could only see the mess that he’d made on the floor. He couldn’t see what a mess he’d made of himself. He had flour everywhere, including caked into his hair.

Grace snorted.

“Oh my God. He looks like he’s covered in cocaine.” Lily gawked.

“Hey, lil Scarface, how ya doin?” Grace snickered.

“I fix it.” Sam climbed out of his chair.

He smooshed his hands into the watery flour mess on the floor. It was starting to look like a little snowman.

Grace was howling in laughter.

“Where is my phone? I have to get a video of this.” Grace looked around the kitchen.

She grabbed her phone from the table and pointed it at Sam to take a picture. She was still laughing hysterically. Sam picked up a mushy pile of wet flour and hurled it at Grace. It hit her in the face.

Lily doubled over in laughter.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” Grace wiped her face off. She grabbed some of the dried powder from the floor and hurled it at Lily.

“Real mature.” Lily rolled her eyes. “Come on, help me get him cleaned up.”

Sam let out a squeal and then started running around the table. He led his sisters on a chase that ended up with him knocking one chair over and using another chair to climb up next to the counter to get to the chocolate. He pelted his sisters with chocolate and caramel chips.

It turned into an all our war between the three of them.

By the time Alison and Emily got home Sam had stripped out of everything but his diaper and he was covered in flour, chocolate, and icing. He was standing on the table shouting out a loud toddler war cry and throwing chocolate chips at his equally messy sisters.

Emily immediately pulled out her camera. She was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Alison stared at the scene for a few seconds. A confused expression spread across her face.

“I don’t remember doing any acid,” she muttered.

“This is my favorite day ever.” Emily aimed her phone at their kids and snapped a picture.

Lily, Grace, and Sam were so busy creating chaos that they didn’t register that their moms had walked into the kitchen.

“What is going on here?” Alison questioned.

All three of them immediately stopped what they were doing. Sam was still giggling.

Lily and Grace pointed at their little brother and simultaneously said the same thing:

“He started it.”

Emily walked over to their youngest.

“Is that so? Sammy, did you do this?”

Sam grinned at her. He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he scooped a chunk of brownie mix and icing off of his chest and smeared it on his mother’s face.

“That’s…” Emily wasn’t the least bit surprised, “Thank you, son.” She licked the batter and icing off of her lips.

“I helped,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her neck and gave her a huge messy hug.

“Yes, you certainly did.” Grace smiled.

“So much for the bake sale.” Lily shrugged.

Most of their ingredients were all over the floor…or all over them.

“We could always just sell him instead.” Grace suggested.

“Aw, because he’s so sweet?” Lily asked.

“No. Because he has $200 worth of groceries painted all over him.” She looked at Sam offering Emily a chocolate chip. Grace smiled. “And because he’s so sweet…”

They didn’t end up winning the gift card, but they ended up with something priceless that day. Photos and videos that they could one day use to embarrass their little brother on his wedding day. They were awarded with memories to last a lifetime. And a mop bucket and soap to clean up the war zone in the kitchen.

#Emison #Emison prompt #Lily DiLaurentis Fields #Grace DiLaurentis Fields #Sam DiLaurentis Fields #PLL prompt

[champofpallet]

There were some rumors around Alola as Red was getting some decorations put up around his work area at the Battle Tree. The same sorts of rumors you would hear at a shopping mall when a bunch of teenagers start gossiping, or when you read some urban legends on the internet. The talk of the Battle Tree today was about this mansion that had just set up around the abandoned shopping mart. Now mansions don’t just fall from the sky, of course they couldn’t that’s impossible, but from the way they were talking it seemed more and more like that was the case. 

Red’s body shivered and shook though it was hard to tell if it was from excitement or pure terror. Probably both knowing how terrified of ghosts and how naturally curious he is. Almost causing a scene by nearly falling off the ladder he was perched on, he successfully added the orange and black pumpkin lights to the tree’s branches and hopped off with a grin. What on earth was he planning? Surely he wasn’t going to check this place out by himself, right? No you were never by yourself as long as you had Pokemon.

Today wasn’t a busy day at work anyway, and Blue wouldn’t mind filling in for him one more time right? Actually he should make it up to him for all this time he’s saved his butt. Perhaps he’ll catch a really cool Pokemon and give it to him. Yeah! That ought to be worth being forgiven.

He passed the abandoned Mega Mart and makes a sharp turn forwards towards the back of it. For some reason the place got all cloudy and hard to breathe. Red coughs as he made his way forwards, placing a hand over his mouth to block the thick fog. Scary houses and fog went together like peanut butter and jelly, the perfect combination. Red hated that. That just confirmed that he was right about the house being haunted. He could practically feel the anxiety rise in the pit of his stomach as he made way for the door. What if it turns out like what happened with his cousin where he was turned into a ghost by a prank of some Gengar and Haunter. Oh jeez there went the anxiety again. Why Arceus was he born with such a curious mind? He silently reaches for the door. Locked. Won’t even budge. Well he did all he could do, and he could have sworn he saw a person in a hockey mask and a chainsaw in their hands so he was going to hightail it out of there.

Skreeeech!

Oh good! Out of nowhere the door opened letting him in! How...wonderful. Well there was no stalling now. Red had to make sure everything in there was safe, not just for the humans that might want to visit, but for the Pokemon that might wonder into it. If that abandoned mansion in Cinnabar could have Pokemon wandering in there even when the door was locked, whos to say they won’t wonder in there somehow? With a pitiful sigh, Red continued on his venture through the house.

The scent of rotting mildew hit his nose making him want to gag. Didn’t anyone open a window? The walls were rotting and falling through, but once in it’s youth it must have been really extravagant. A red velvet looking carpet covered the wooden floor. There were some dents through the rug as if to hide a trapdoor. After dealing with Team Rocket so long you learn how to spot traps from a mile away. The walls had pictures of strange men whose eyes followed Red as he went across the floor. Oh Arceus why did he decide to do this? He was distracted by the odd decor when his foot slipped and he fell onto the floor. As his body hit the floor some odd smoke rose up making him go to fight or flight mode. Since there was nothing but odd smoke to fight, Red went with the second best option and hurried up the rickety stairs into the second story. There was also some odd howls coming from this floor so maybe he should get out of here.

“Arceus don’t tell me, I’m about to be spirited away like in those ol’ stories…” Red said silently to himself. Just hearing his own voice comforted him even if it was only a little. And besides, he just has to remember what he told himself before: you’re never alone with Pokemon at your side! His Pokeballs were still in place telling him that they were with him. So he just had to find a way out of here so he can leave and never come here again! But wait! That person who was in the window before looked rather small. Could that have been a child? There went his inner hero instincts again and he reluctantly ran up the stairs trying to get to the last floor. Some things popped out at him, and from what Red could tell they didn’t look like Pokemon, but he had to continue on! Walking up higher and higher until he had reached the top floor. 

“....I can’t believe I’m doing this...but I gotta save that kid!”

Like an episode of a cartoon Red ran through the rooms looking for the child but only to come out with those things popping out at him like one of those story books with the pop-up pictures. He had looked everywhere in the house and now he was starting to feel weakened. Oh Arceus he was going to die here. He was going to die and the ghosts will pick his bones clean. Do ghosts even eat? Wouldn’t it just fall through? Red’s mind wandered off to other things. At least his Pokemon are safe in their Pokeballs with everything they needed to survive. He didn’t want them to suffer like he was right then. Red collapsed to the ground with his eyes closed. There was no way he would be able to save the kid now. There probably wasn’t even a kid there in the first place. Just a trick to get him inside most likely. Ghosts are clever beings. Smoke began to rise again, Red watches uninterested. Huh...even the ceiling was fancy. Full of cobwebs and cracks, but fancy. Even the square door that led up to who knows what was decorated. Wait...the window he saw the child out of was one that was a lot bigger and longer that the normal sized room kinds he saw in the other rooms. Could this be a way out or another trap? Only one way to find out!

Feeling a wave of energy rush into him suddenly, Red bolted himself up and pulled down the secret door letting what looked like a rope ladder fall. He swiftly climbed up the ladder and looked around.

“Kid? You here? Hello?” Red heard a soft step behind him. He turns his head to greet the child only to be met with the loud sound of a chainsaw and someone in a hockey mask staring down at him! Out of shock Red let go of the ladder and screamed as he descended downwards. The ground was so old it just had Red fall right through it all the way to the basement! His body shaking like a leaf and hiding his face, Red tried to apologize and beg the crazy kid to spare his life. “PL-PLEASE SPARE ME! I WAS JUST ABOUT TO LEAVE! C-C’MON!” His words were half yelling and half sobs, he did not want to die here. The kid jumped down the hole that Red made from his fall, their chainsaw still revving up. Each time Red got more and more close to fainting, but because he thought he had a way out, his body forced himself to stay awake. Darn that inner hero instincts again. The child went closer to Red before pulling off their mask.

“Spare you? Hehehe what did you think I was going to do? Kill you? Don’t be silly!” A girl with purple hair had said as she places the chainsaw down. Red couldn’t believe his eyes. “Acerola!? What are you doing in this place? Didn’t you see the odd smoke? Or the howls? Or anything I just went through!?” Red’s voice was half relieved and half enraged at how nonchalant she was being about this. Red felt like he almost died a few times and he was doing it all to save her! Or...well a kid he thought wandered into the mansion but STILL! “Do you like them?” Acerola asked with a cat-like smile. “I made them myself! Well with cutting them out. Mimikyu did the drawing, she’s good at that.” A shiny Mimikyu with a crayon in her claw waved at them from upon her trainer’s shoulder. “But I think the smoke machine is busted. Your big butt landed on the thing as you fell and it went kablooey! Though maybe you fixed it? It was releasing too much smoke. Maybe the smoke overdid it, but there was too much of the stuff so I put on the first mask I could find. Tried to open the basement door but it was stuck so I had to look in the attic to find the chainsaw. Had no idea why the attic door was closed...must’ve been some pranks from the ghosts.”

Red still looks peeved by the whole situation, his heart still pounding in his chest as his face pouts. “First of all, where did this house come from and why would you use a chainsaw on a door? Is this place even yours? And second of all...what is all this stuff for?”

Acerola grins again and places her hands on her hips. “I wanted to make my own gym! I know that guy with the whole karate suit is the only gym in Alola, but that’s the only one we have! You need eight gyms right? So I’m gonna be Acerola the ghost type gym leader~!” She spins around and does a little pose. Red just stares angrily at her. “Okay fine, I’m sorry you had to go through all that. This house used to be mine before me and my parents moved out. It was getting old and broken down, so instead of destroying it, I tried to turn it into a gym. See? And because of the hole your big butt made, I have a place to install the portals! So I ought to thank you somehow.”

“Did you just call my butt big? Twice?” Red seems to only be paying attention to some things as his mind was still on the whole haunted house situation. Acerola pondered for a second then took out a Z-Crystal. It was as white and smokey as the fog that was everywhere before. She hands it to Red smiling as sweetly as she could. “Here you go! I think you’ve earned your first Alolan gym badge,Trainer!” Well even if he ended up being chased by decorations, running from odd smoke, and falling through the floor five times in one fall, at least he got a Z-Crystal out of it.

#writober2k19entry #writober2k19 #haunted house #looong post #but I had fun writing it

[talesfromtheindigoghost]

Good Intentions: Entry 4

The noise ringing through my mind was like trying to tell someone you were on the phone with about a movie, only to get tired of explaining and just held the phone up to the TV.

Screams of the thing in front of me’s regret rang through my skull, a hateful symphony of slammed doors and shattered lives pounding to the melody of a poorly tuned violin accompanying a macabre dance. Every demon I had imagined when I started shampooing my hair had made itself known to me with desperate hunger and empty hatred.

Before I could even begin to think of an appropriate way to react the thing closes the short distance from the door to the tub and sends me slamming against the freezing cold porcelain with an unintended shoulder tackle.

You ever get that moment of panic when you’re in the shower? That sudden sense of dread that convinces you that you’re about to slip and break your neck at any given moment? It’s usually inspired by dropping something or not feeling as completely sure footed as you expected to in that half a moment that feels exactly like leaning too far back in your chair and realizing you’re teetering over the edge.

My inspiration let out a horrifying and meaty screech as flecks of toxic bile and tar flew out of its dish water oatmeal mouth. An uncomfortably thick and hot mound of quivering mush violently ripped open, only to clamp down just as suddenly onto my shoulder. The dull pressure shocked me far more than any tooth or claw ever could, the thing’s obsessive jaw, or what’s passing for it, suddenly becoming a gross tourniquet as it kept me pinned against the wall.

I have no idea who I’m so furious with, whose very existence drags me to the depths of hell and its boiling lakes of rage. I can feel every bit of the thing that used to be someone’s grudge, every idle thought of dark violence or worse tightens its inhuman vice grip as I let out my own howling screaming. I hear the bone in my arm splinter before I start to feel it a solid moment later.

The radio static in my skull hisses louder, an ear piercing electronic squeal resonates through my mind until the picture comes into the view. I can hear the person this thing used to be sobbing into a glass of water after their final meal. I can taste all of the chemicals and poisons the water washes down. I can feel myself swallowing my own hatred, seething from the very depths of my soul that my death poisons someone else with regret.

The crushing creaking of my arm snaps me back to reality with a sickening pop. I hear something heavy and wet slap against the edge of the tub.

I’ve been through a lot of physical traumas in my life. Fifty times back and forth, after all, I would say it’s downright reasonable to assume I have. They were always relatively quick and painless. Slow and quiet. The kinds of things your mind doesn’t like to let itself dwell on for too long or else it’ll just ruin your day. My point is that I’ve experienced pain and shock before.

I’ve never experienced losing an arm.

I don’t care for that shit one bit, now that I think about it.

We scream together, the noises blurring together with the crashing red river pouring out of where my arm used to be. I found myself lost in that indescribable haze of death I had gotten so familiar with over the years. Blindly feeling my way through the darkness and confusion of being confronted by the monsters of our mistakes, like a starving beast that stumbled into the open back door of a butcher’s shop during payday.

Whoever the person this thing used to be had died alone. I know his life story the moment I sink my teeth into its neck in sheer desperation. His poisonous entitlement flood my mouth with tar and the deep, hateful taste of his woeful sexual frustration. I chew through waterlogged grey flesh covering my prize, the demon’s intruding desires to flay and gnash the skin of the women that denied him.

I feel everything within me become violent disgust. I live through every excruciating moment of the person this thing used to be’s life and turn around to see reality coming to splash ice water down my exposed spine. I experience the sensation of being a monster. I feel the warm blood pour over me as I end lives after I’ve violated them. I feast on their fear as they beg me for mercy. I grow drunk on the power of denying it. I crave more, I demand more. I deserve more. They should be grateful that I they had the opportunity to make me feel good.

I feel my pride and power melt away as I read the letter from someone who knows what I am.

I realize that even in death this monster can’t help but violate people.

My stomach growls and I remember my hunger.

I bite through the thin, pathetically weak vine of black licorice and feel its entire body go limp and slide away from me. The haze of death lifts like rain clouds after a storm and lets the shining sun and rainbows of euphoria fill me with an inner sense of peace and balance as I understand that this accursed demon will no longer torment the innocent.

It felt great, right up until I noticed that I was being pulled down by the dissolving blackened carcass that no longer pinned me up against the tiles. It took me half a moment to understand that I no longer had an arm to catch myself before I fall and break my neck on the side of the bath tub.

I close my eyes as the second half of the moment is spent accepting what was about to happen.

I never remember how I get here. Not at first, at least.

It’s always the same, yet it feels like it’s the first time this has ever happened.

At least, I thought so at first. I’m not alone this time. The person that thing used to be had taken its place on the ground beside me, both of us climbing to our feet in front of that gaudy gated community and its obnoxiously overstated security gate.

I look up from the jarring sight of my whole, intact arm and notice that Peter is already on his walkie talkie with a look that shows he’s just as surprised to see me as I am to be here. My gut tenses, the lead weight of anger yanks my guts into my knees and spills the contents of my heart from my mouth in a bloody and furious geyser of righteous ire.

“What in the fuck are you doing here?”

I roar at the pathetic monster whose sins had just torn my arm off and broke my neck. I don’t even feel myself hesitate from marching up to Peter’s desk and slamming my fist down on top of the golden “Ring For Service” bell situated right in front of the nervous man awaiting a response on his radio.

“What in the fuck is he doing here?”

Peter stammered and fumbled over his words, his eyes darting back and forth between the monster and I in apparent confusion, weakly shirking the responsibility of an answer through halfhearted shrugs and another plead into his walkie talkie for someone to come to the gate.

I’m so insulted at the notion that this monster, this vile and unforgivable creature, is even allowed to approach what appears to be heaven. I’m so angry that I don’t even care that we’re both still completely nude and, even further unnoticed, whole and human once more.

Not even the soothing hymns floating serenely through the golden breeze, lighting up the clouds softly with its love and profound purpose could distract me from the overwhelming indignation of knowing the monster responsible for every single one of its horrific life experiences that I had been made to relive was being entertained the opportunity to plead for entry into what I can only assume is a peaceful eternity.

Peter and I were so caught up in this sudden, unexpected confrontation that neither of us had noticed the sorry excuse for what may be considered human trying to jump the shimmering gold fence. It wasn’t until I saw it wobbling and threatening to bend forward under the murderer’s weight that I understood just how flimsy and decorative the fence itself was.

Whatever either of us were about to say or do was violently interrupted by the sound of three rapid gunshots as the monster’s chest exploded outward into a spray of meaty confetti across the clouds and its head simply ceased to be.

In the blink of an eye he, and any evidence of the scene that had just unfolded vanished. Out of sight, and just as suddenly, out of mind.

I turn just in time to see a cowboy proudly slipping a golden six-shooter back into an ornate fast draw holster around his waist. He shoots me a wink and tips his ten gallon hat with a knowing grin, the ringing in my ears easing and fading into an easily dismissed memory of annoyance. It’s easy to see that Peter is just as stunned as I am at how abruptly this situation has been forcefully diffused

I find myself holding my hands up in uncertainty, an unease I don’t think I’ve ever felt in the times I’ve been here. I take a bit of comfort in seeing that I’m not the only one here that’s uncomfortable as the tall, intimidating law man steps forward with both hands resting confidently around a huge, audacious belt buckle in the shape of a shining star emblazoned with a flaming sword.

“Well howdy there, fellas.”

Peter stands up straight and adjusts his suspenders and name tag, coughing lightly in an attempt to find his bearings with a stern, yet frazzled face.

“It took you long enough. I specifically asked you to try and be here before either of them got here.”

It wasn’t hard to see how little this towering cowboy cared about punctuality with the casual, yet shockingly firm way he clapped a hand onto my shoulder in near perfect time with the gate swinging open to welcome us both.

“You and I need to have a talk about the mess you’ve got yourself into, son.” His words hit me like a series of left hooks and dazzling footwork, sending me into a stumbling stupor and making it all the easier for the strange figure with all the charisma and commanding presence of the toughest sheriff in all of the wild wild west.

I manage to break the trance for a moment as we approach another office just beyond an unrecognizable wall of clouds that the obnoxiously golden gate were built into. I can’t seem to get the words out but thankfully stopping in your tracks with an expression of confusion is fairly universal, even here.

“Right, I’m gettin’ ahead of myself. Introductions.”

Before I know it, his strong and powerful hand is gripping me in a handshake that overwhelms me with its command for respect. The kind of strength that makes a man tremble in awe and question every single one of his life choices.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, I’m a fan of your work. You can call me Michael.”

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#Good Intentions #Horror #Fiction #horror story #writing #cw: suicide mention #cw: abuse

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Book Two: Famine (Prompto x Reader) Chapter Eighteen

Amongst the shouting cultists, Prompto ran through them and headed to where the drop ship pieces were. Half of the ship smashed through the southern wall while the other half crashed a few yards from the same wall. Smaller pieces of metal were scattered around the fort from the immense explosion. He knew the lightning belonged to (Y/n) by how powerful the strike was.

"(Y/n)!" He shouted as he checked the debris for his lover. He received no response, but that didn't stop him from searching. Avoiding the flames, he checked under the pieces of metal thoroughly before moving on to the next half of the ship. Treading lightly, he avoided the large pieces of concrete that were in the ship due to where it crashed in the southern wall. 

While searching for Famine amongst the remains of the drop ship, a sudden chill shot down his spine as the temperature dropped all around him. Not even the flames erupting from the destroyed ship warmed him. Alongside the chill, he noticed the entire fort had gone silent. All the screaming and echoes of running footsteps were no more.

Prompto's brows knitted together in confusion as he jumped down from the debris and scanned the interior of the fort. He gasped when he saw all the cult members were encased in ice, resembling sculptures. He weaves through a few frozen cultists before stopping in his tracks when he heard a heavy sigh. "Dear Astrals, I think I went overboard with the ice..."

The blonde searched the sea of ice sculptures for the owner of the voice and found (Y/n) standing a few yards away, glancing around at the frozen men and women. He kicked into high-gear and ran to her. When he reached her, he nearly tackled her to the ground as he embraced her from behind. He heard her gasp as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. "Thank the Six..." He sighed, his warm breath grazing against her neck.

She wiggles around in his arms until she was facing him. "Are you okay? Ardyn threw you pretty hard."

"I'm fine," he reassures. "W-What about you? How'd you survive the explosion?"

"Oh, that was thanks to—"

"Moi," a feminine voice giggled. Prompto lifted his head and spotted Pestilence a few feet away. "Barriers are one of my specialties."

Suddenly, the door leading to the underground portion of the fort swung open. Gladio's and Ignis' eyes widen as they see all the frozen cultists. "What the hell...?" The shield muttered in bewilderment.

"(Y/n) may have put too much mana into her ice spell," Pestilence smiled at the two men.

"I've no idea how you can control a vast amount of mana," Famine sighed. "I'll leave the spells to you."

"So, uh..." Prompto glanced around at the frozen bodies. "What're we gonna do with them?"

"Just leave 'em," Gladio said. "They're lucky to still be alive."

"Wait..." Ignis called out to them. "Do you hear that?"

All eyes fell on the advisor. Pestilence blinked owlishly in confusion and tilted her head slightly. "What do you hear, Ignis?"

"A low growling," he replied, glancing around the fort. "It sounds rather familiar."

"This fort might hold more secrets than we know. Let's look around to see what else is hidden from plain sight," (Y/n) said. The others agreed and split into two groups—Prompto and Famine together with Gladio, Ignis, and Pestilence forming the other.

The gunslinger and the golden-haired Horseman searches the western and southern portions of Fort Vaullerey while Gladio, Ignis, and Pestilence checked the eastern and northern parts.

An hour passed as they checked every nook and cranny. While checking one of the walls, (Y/n) discovered a small indenture that blended in with the wall. She called Prompto over before pushing against the indenture and listened as a mechanism was triggered. Stone grinding against stone caught their attention as they saw the wall in front of them recede, revealing a hidden passage. The couple exchanged baffled expressions, admiring their discovery.

"What else is this place hiding?" Prompto murmured.

"I'll get the others," (Y/n) said before dashing off to find her sister and the two other men. When she did, she told them of her and Prompto's discovery and they all ran to where the hidden passage was. They entered the narrow space, following the dark path. Luckily, they had their flashlights to illuminate their surroundings.

"An elevator?" Pestilence asked as they reached the end of the hidden passageway.

"Wonder where it goes," Prompto pondered.

"Only one way to find out," Gladio said. "Hop aboard." He pushed open the gate and the five of them stepped onto the elevator. Once everyone was on, he closed the gate and pressed the button.

With a screech, the elevator shook side to side before descending. (Y/n) unconsciously stepped closer to Prompto and hugged his arm, snuggling into his side as the lift continued to shake as they delved deeper underground.

"This elevator is certainly carrying us to the depths of Eos. We might even see King Aeshema," Pestilence teased.

"Is Hell really just fire and brimstone?" Gladio questioned the snowy-haired Horseman.

"Far from it," she replies. "It's very..."

"Bland and ashy," Famine finishes her sister's sentence.

"Exactly. Gray and lifeless, even with all the souls of the damned floating around and wandering the corridors. At least King Aeshema has a decent palace. It adds some life to Hell, especially with how crazy of a decorator he is."

"What about the Inner Sanctum? What's that like?" Prompto asked.

"Besides the monsters, the Inner Sanctum is quite gorgeous. Thriving forests, beautiful beaches, a vast ocean, and magnificent waterfalls. The only structure you'll find in the entirety of the Inner Sanctum is the alcazar we call home," (Y/n) answered. "You'd have a field day with your camera."

Prompto glanced down at the floor of the elevator as he asked his next question. "What's the possibility of me seeing your home, (Y/n)?"

Famine's eyes widen a fraction, replaying his words in her head to make sure she hadn't misheard him. "You... want to visit the Inner Sanctum?"

The blonde nodded with a small smile. "Well, yeah. I've been curious about it ever since you mentioned it after the attack on Altissia. And now that I've got somewhat of an image of what it looks like, I really wanna see it for myself."

(Y/n)'s mouth opened and closed a few times before she was able to answer him. "I-I don't know, Prom. A human's never stepped foot in the Inner Sanctum. Who knows what will happen to your body, physically and mentally."

Prompto's smile morphed into a sorrowful frown. "Y-Yeah. I never even thought of what could happen to me. I guess I leapt before I looked."

Famine felt her heart ache at hearing and seeing the melancholy. She looked away, unable to withstand looking at his dejected expression. "I'm sorry, Prompto," she whispered.

The sharpshooter shook his head. "Nah. Don't apologize, (Y/n). I know you're just looking out for me." He pulled his arm free of her grip and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her into a side hug and nuzzling his nose against her cheek.

Pestilence smiled from ear to ear at the scene. She placed her hands together, entwined her fingers, and leaned her cheek against her hands. "Aw, how sweet. I'm jealous of the zealous between you two."

The elevator suddenly jolted to a halt, alerting the group. Ignis raised his flashlight a little to see where the lift had carried them. "It appears to be another narrow passage."

The low howl the advisor heard earlier echoed through the passageway. (Y/n)'s eyes widened when she recognized the sound. "Hold on a sec... That's the Gashadokuro. How did—? What is—?"

"Wanna bet the chancellor is behind this?" Gladio glanced at Famine.

She sighed with closed eyes. "I wouldn't be surprised..." She opened her eyes, staring down the passageway. "After five years, he makes another appearance."

"Let's not fret over the chancellor. Right now, we've a monster to deal with," Pestilence stated.

Ignis opened the gate and gestured to the darkness before them. "Onward, then."

They stepped off the lift and walked down the lengthy, narrow passageway. As the monster's cry crescendoed, they noticed the pathway began to lighten up. When they reached the end, the passage opened up into a large room dimly lit by torches. Along the stone walls were symbols drawn with chalk alongside splotches of blood.

Walking further into the immense chamber, the amount of blood increased. In the middle of the room was none other than the monster (Y/n) had been hunting for so long. She gasped when she saw the large creature chained to the ground. "They captured it?"

"Look at the body parts," Pestilence murmured, pointing out the array of human body parts that were littered near the Gashadokuro. "They've been feeding it."

"Guess they weren't following the tale after all." Famine turned and eyed Gladio. "I hope the hunters are ready to deliver some terrible news to families. It seems we've found the bodies of the missing people."

Gladio rubbed the back of his neck with a scowl. "Shit..."

Pestilence stepped toward the body parts, ignoring how the Gashadokuro was trying to reach out and grab her. "Ignis informed me of the other ten bodies the hunters discovered. They were all members of the cult. It seems they volunteered their blood to nourish the daemon they had in their possession. It seems Ardyn failed to mention the Gashadokuro is no daemon."

"The diet of the Gashadokuro is human blood. They'll eat the head off its victims, but it'll toss the remainder of the body aside once its drained of blood," Famine added.

"That would explain the numerous appendages," Ignis said.

"This is gonna be one helluva story to tell Dave," Gladio huffed a heavy sigh.

(Y/n) summoned her sword and stepped toward the monster chained to the floor, noticing the leg she had severed was gradually growing back. She had to admit she was impressed with how well they were able to lure the Gashadokuro to this exact chamber and chain it down. Blade held tight, she kneels down in front of the creature's face. Its jaw unhinged, releasing a bellowing roar in her face. The horrid stench of its breath caused her to scowl. "Guess they gave you enough blood to allow your leg to start regenerating. It's a shame this won't be a fulfilling battle, though. At least with these chains, you can't do that little vanishing act you love to do so much when you know you're about to be killed."

The Horseman held out her sword and charged it with lightning, fire, and ice. She let the mana overflow before bringing her blade down and plunging it into the Gashadokuro's skull. It released a deafening wail before the elements ricocheted through its body. Its roaring was silenced as branches of  lightning erupted from its body alongside burning flames and ice shards. Hearing its dying breath wasn't enough for (Y/n) and she didn't yank her blade from the monster's skull until she felt the exhaustion of using a hefty amount of mana.

Once the blade was freed from the creature's skull, (Y/n) watched as its body disintegrated. The chains 'thumped' against the ground and Famine took a few steps back. She dispelled her blade with a sigh, feeling relief wash over her. "Finally... It's over."

"All the monsters that escaped the Inner Sanctum have been slain. It seems we'll be able to return home once King Aeshema receives word of our success," Pestilence said.

"Bravo!" The five suddenly heard a voice chant. Everyone turned and saw a man standing a few feet away, clapping his hands.

"I knew I chose the perfect souls to become the Four Horsemen," he smiled softly.

"Y-Your Highness?" Famine stuttered in utter shock. "What're you doing here?"

"With the Starscourge ravaging Eos and my subjects wandering amuck, Hell has become rather... boring," he confesses. "I came here to see how my most loyal and trustworthy allies were handling the land of the living."

"You're taking quite a risk being here, Your Highness," Pestilence sighed.

"Oh, nonsense, Pestilence. Even a king needs a vacation." Aeshema glanced between the three men who were present. "Gentlemen, I must apologize for any reckless actions my Horsemen have stirred."

"Quite the opposite," Ignis stated. "They have proven to be admirable allies."

Aeshema's smile widened. "Well then, I'm glad to hear that. Now," he clapped his hands together once again. "The doorway to the Inner Sanctum has been opened. You girls better head back."

"Wait!" Prompto shouted, grabbing the king's attentions. "Can't they stay here?"

"Oh?" Aeshema grinned. "And why, pray tell, would they need to stay on Eos? They have a very important job to attend to in the Inner Sanctum."

"Because... Because I..." Prompto stared at (Y/n), fists clenched by his sides and unable to finish his sentence.

"May I speak with you in private, King Aeshema?" The golden-haired Horseman stepped forward.

The daemon king nodded. "Of course, Famine."

Gladio, Ignis, and Pestilence left while dragging along a reluctant Prompto. They rode the elevator back to the surface and headed to the shield's truck. While the trio chatted, the blonde spotted (Y/n)'s clothes in the back of the vehicle. He opens the door and grabs them just as she and King Aeshema return.

"Prompto," the girl said. "Would you come with me for a moment? I'll also be needing those." She pointed to her clothes.

He nodded and followed her a little ways from the truck. As she changed with his back turned to her, she told him what she discussed with the daemon king. "I've told His Highness about our relationship."

Prompto clutched the sides of his pants with both hands, swallowing nervously. "W-What did he say?"

"Well..." (Y/n) tugged at the hem of her outfit as she spun around, sporting a smile. She maneuvered around her boyfriend to show him her joyous expression. "He was shocked at first. Then, he was happy. He doesn't have any qualms with our relationship. He actually... blessed it."

Prompto had feared the day she would slay the Gashadokuro. He was glad the monster kept vanishing because that meant he'd have more time with her. But now that he knew they wouldn't be torn apart, he couldn't hide his excitement and joy. He took the girl in his arms and crushed her in a hug. He placed kisses all across her face, making her giggle.

"There's actually more good news," (Y/n) said, snuggling her cheek against his chest.

"What could get better than that?" He asked.

"You want to see the Inner Sanctum, right? Well, the king said he'd grant you a week's time to my home. You only have to tell him when you want to go."

Prompto felt tears of joy prick at the corners of his eyes. He pulled her into a passionate kiss, not wasting a single moment. The kiss would've turned into a full make-out session if the two hadn't stopped themselves beforehand.

When they pried their lips from one another's, Prompto pressed his forehead against (Y/n)'s. "You're the best, sweetie."

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