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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Yoooo just imagine Angel not sleeping in the same room as kai because she mad and he be like"what I do 👁️ _👁️ And she like ask ur son >:(

"You know you cant give me the cold shoulder forever." He said while trailing after you, carrying his son on your arms that even refused to acknowledge him.

He just had got out of his office when he heard that both his wife and son were home, but instead of seing their usual goofy or smiley faces he was met with a VERY angry angel of his and a upset deviant that was his son.

Putting Kaito on bed, you kissed him goodnight and stormed out of the room, not before giving Kai one of your most ugly glares to him.

Scoffing he trailed after you and managed to grab onto your shoulder.

"Just spill it out woman." He said serious with a frown on his forehead "What happened for this treatment of yours, neither Kaito is looking at me on the eyes dammit."

You bited on your lip while taking a big breath in before shoving your husband's hand out of your shoulder with a neutral expression.

"How about you ask your son himself why me and him are mad with you? Just a hint, Chisaki." You growled his surname, which made him shiver, noticing that whatever he did, it was a real fuck up.

Sighing to himself, he walked slowly to his son's room. Hoping that maybe you would cool off a bit of your steam. Reaching Kaito's room, the kid when notice his presence turned his back to him and hidded beneath the covers.

"What a great hidding spot." He said out loud nonchantly and sarcastically before rolling his eyes when he was met with silence. Taling a few careful steps he took a seat on his son's bed. "Let go of the covers Kaito. I want to speak with you for a bit."

"No." He deadpanned at his son's answering before frowning at hearing some sniffles.

"A problem at the school again? Tell me whose were." Already planning the destiny of the poor souls, Chisaki didn't notice the child slowly sitting up and showing his teary eyes and pout.

"You..." Kai arched hsi eyebrow at that with a confused sound before Kaito sjiffled again, rubbing his puffy eyes with the sleeve of his jammies "You didn't showed up like you said you would."

"What are you talking about-" realization soon hitted him and he immediatly groaned, facepalming at forgetting that.

It was near Father's day and Kaito's classroom had like some sort of presentation of their childs as an honor thing to do. His brat keep telling over and over again about it and even his wife had asked him if he was really going to be able to attend.

Although his job was demanding, and despite promissing even kaito to be there, he broke it. Papers and problems had consumed his mind on those days making him forget about his own son..

"Sh- Kaito my deepest apologies. You know how my work gets and-"

"And is important." The child interrupted him with a defeated tone, drops of tears falling from his (E/c) eyes "You always say that..."

An uncomfortable silence settled between the two before Kaito let out a weak sob past his trembling lips.

"But you swore it for me and Mama that you would be there...the other kids kept making fun of me and how you dont care for me and mom and I almost had a fight with them!" The kid sobbed a bit louder as kai sighed, indeed was his fault this time.

Grabbing his handkerchief from his pocket and handing to Kaito, the boy vlblewed his nose on it and Chisaki made a mental note to burn that handkerchief and get another one later. Now, his priority was getting his son calm amd make it up for his mess.

"Do you really care about me and mom..?"

"Why are you even asking that?" He almost growled "You two are the best things that ever happened with me. Kaito, I already said I am deeply sorry for forgetting about this... it wasn't on my intention brat, I mean it." He extended his gloved hand to pet the dark brow hair similiar to his as his son slowly calmed down from hiis crying section.

"Is just.. that.. that it doesn't look like it sometimes..." the boy mumbled as Kai arched one of his eyebrow ls "When I asked the same question to Mommy she almost started to cry as well..."

Okay, scratch thhat he screwed up. He ROYALLY FUCKED UP.

"... I do pretend to make it up for you and your mother for this mistake I did Kaito. Believe in me, I wish only for the best for my son and your mother." The kid sniffled before hesitantly making grabby hands at him, which he immediatly tensed up but sighed in defeat when allowing his kid to hug him.

He was still getting used to someone so small and fragile as Kaito, his son, to be comfortable and even affectionate around him. His experiences with eri still plagued his mind even if he let her go many years ago...

He could only be grateful that just like his angel, his son was just as patient as you to deal with him, despite being a brat now at then.

Wishing good nitlght to hiis son and reaching for his room he cracked the door open just a bit to take a glimpse of you, already curled up on bed without him.

He sighe, running a hand through his hair before an idea popped into his head, already making his way to his office.

"So whatcha my big baby boi want for breakfast?" You yawned as Kaito toyed with a few strands of your hair, humming in thought.

"Uh.. maybe-"

You stopped at the vision of your husband already up, instead of his usual work clothes he wore a simple black shirt that showed his muscles, bless that freacking shirt, and some comfortable pants as he carried along with Chrono some boxes to the living room.

Kaito and you changed glances before walking towards where the males were as Kurono gave you two a morning before you saw Kai taking off some bags of the boxes and a few other things

"What's all this?" You asked curiously, your anger from last night no more present as you let your son down.

"Well." Kai looked at you over his shoulder before showing one of the bags being one of your and Kaito's favorite take outs and sweets wrapped nicely to not go to waste "What does it look like?"

You widened your eyes as Kaito almost squealed, Kai absolutely despise tale outs and would only got ONE if you or your son begged him enough.

"Someone woke up with a good mood?" You giggled while accepting awkwardly one of the bags only to your mouth start to water at the vision of your favorite food.

Kai lowered down his mask with a sigh befofe pecking your cheek softly, mumbling an apology on it.

"This is a part of the plan I did for today." He said nonchantly while bringing his mask up as Kaito looked up at him, already with dirty and messy chubby checks in question. "This brat went for the dessert already you little rascal." He growled, but you could sense it a extremely rare feeling of playfulness on his tone of voice.

"I know I messed up." He looked deep into your eyes "But I swear to be better on this, that's why I took the whole week off, starting for today to pass time with both of you more." He patted Kaito's head, whose eyes were shinning in awe at his father.

"Really?!" The kid exclaimed as Kai hummed.

"Yeah. Really." He winced when the kid launched himself on him, snuggling and cuddling on his father like a baby lamb as Kai looked over at you as if his face was screaming for help, glaring a bit later when you only giggled at the cute scene.

"I love you daddy!" These words made him freeze as he catched a glimpse of you. Kaito finally let him go as he said something about grabbing his toys to play with him before storming out of the room.

"Sounds like I did something right then..." he mused nonchantly before blushing a bit when you kissed his exposed neck and lowered his mask to cup his bare cheek.

"The whole week huh?" You mused as his eyes narrowed a bit.

"I plan to claim you all of these days." He growled while sneakily putting his hands on your waist to bring you closer as he nipped on your neck.

"Gow you plan to do that hm?"

"Well-" you yelped when a plushie of a elephant hit your husband square on the face as his amber eyes widened in shock as well before narrowing then at his kid.

"GROSS!"

"Dammit this kid is such a cockblock-" he muttered under his breath before chasing the boy who laughed maniacly at sieng his dad getting irritated.

Sounds like your own plans with your husband would be only on the night times.

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halothenthehorns · 3 years

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All in the Family

Chapter 130: Beyond the Veil

Sirius saw something black fluttering as he stumbled around and only had a moment to be grateful at least he was about to hit something soft when a strong pair of arms grabbed him. He groaned as James hauled him to the ground instead, both of them now facedown on the cold stone floor.

He sat up and decided against pushing him down the stairs in retaliation, he was too grateful Prongs was okay. James sat up with a very peeved look on his face they'd successfully stopped him grabbing that stupid thing, now Sirius looked around critically to make sure there wasn't anything else to worry about killing them.

Regulus, Evans, he and James were up on some sort of raised dais, that creepy black thing that had so fascinated Harry and a few other kids fluttering along with no breeze in sight. Sirius concentrated for a moment but heard nothing whisper-like at all, but he still found himself grateful James had stopped him from stumbling through that as he probably was about to, it gave him the creeps even more in person. The book was resting on the arch holding it into place.

The other four had landed in a scattered mess all around, sitting up plenty fast and looking around in concern. He watched as Peter and Longbottom immediately looked to that thing as well, and seemed far more intrigued than anything. Wormtail didn't even get up, staying in place and watching the movement with that critical eye of his. Longbottom got slowly to his feet and actually began moving forward, despite the fact Alice was at the opposite end of the room and he didn't even seem to notice.

Remus was too, but he had eyes only on Sirius as he moved slowly down the steep stairs farther into the pit. Sirius quickly averted his eyes and made to grab the book, and scowled in frustration when James beat him to it. He gave it a toss though and called, "here Moony, get us out of here please?" Eyes still on Sirius with that expression he probably should have felt something for, but he'd been numb so long now he wasn't entirely sure what himself. He'd just known he shouldn't let Prongs grab that, so he'd stopped him. He'd gone through the motions of letting Remus comfort him, but even then it had felt more like watching someone else move his hand. Even the brief flair of emotion he'd felt being held by Moony had almost undone him, so he'd just screwed the lid tighter on all these bubbling emotions.

A spike of fear finally shot through his consciousness as Remus stuttered, "B-Beyond the, the Veil." He'd never heard Remus so terrified in his life as he whispered that and dropped the book, shaking his head in remorse as he mouthed he wouldn't do it.

It was the same look James had on his face since Harry had that vision, still there now as he grabbed Sirius and pulled him forcefully down the stairs to grab the book and still not leaving an inch of space between them. His son or his brother, Sirius had known from the beginning as well as anyone James was being torn in two now with both in such danger and he was actually going to force himself to read the results rather than waiting around for anyone else to figure it out. Sirius knew he should stop him, but he couldn't hold onto the feeling long enough to act on it.

Sirius was still clinging to his nothingness, an absolutely useless shell as he listened to Death Eaters arriving, taunting Harry and those teenagers with knowledge of what Harry now had in that Prophecy. He wondered if this is what those long years in Azkaban would feel like, just shutting down and not thinking for as long as possible, listening to sounds and refusing to react lest a Dementor was drawn back to you.

He didn't want to be! He wanted to hug James and tear that book away, stand on top of that stupid arch if he had to and read to save Prongs from this, he wanted to hold Remus and promise he'd never be alone, to check on Peter and Regulus to make sure they were okay. Someone should probably check on Evans too, he couldn't even imagine how she'd be dealing with all of this, her kid in danger because of him. Hell, he even felt for Longbottom and Alice, they'd never asked for any of this and their kid was in just as much trouble as his godson!

Every time he caught himself moving though he just doubled down on his new resolve, if he acted on a single one of those impulses he'd probably just make things worse, again! Somehow, someway he'd manage it in this room.

Harry was in trouble now. Bellatrix and Malfoy were taunting them all with promises of an answer while Harry's gang worked out a silent plan to get themselves away. They were mocked with vicious lies about Sirius's involvement being nothing more than a dream, and honestly they still couldn't believe it.

Whether a lie that had brought Harry there or a lie to sway them into running only to have him as a hostage still, Harry was given no true time to collect himself as the plan was put into motion and the Prophecy room was destroyed, scattering Dumbledore's Army and their enemies all about this place. Nobody had the inclination to go traveling through the other rooms in a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see the destruction as the war began taking victims from both sides.

Harry, Neville, and Hermione had been separated from Luna, Ron, and Ginny with half a dozen Death Eaters after each.

Neville's nose and wand were broken, and two Death Eaters were down, one more spectacularly than they'd ever be able to imagine with that baby head. Hermione went down in a flash of purple, and so did a Death Eater via Harry in retaliation.

"Frank?" The true fear in her voice didn't really register though.

It was more James looking around, actually distracted from this that had Sirius doing the same, but he did feel another beat of shock to see him tugging on Alice's hand to be let go, eyes glazed over as he still watched the blackness. Lily had jumped down and joined them, but he wasn't acknowledging the two girls one bit, mouthing something none could hear. Alice looked near tears he wasn't even reacting to the knowledge Neville had apparently just lost his dad's own wand in the fight, he wasn't really reacting to anything anymore either.

A shot of real panic finally washed over Sirius as he turned wildly back around and saw Peter was edging onto the stairs, small tentative steps but still just as riveted on that thing. Regulus was right in front of him on the dais, waving his hand pleadingly in front of his face and holding his wand dangerously, but Peter wasn't fighting as hard to get away, he just couldn't seem to stop looking.

"James, read faster," Sirius stated, finally moving again towards the pair. He didn't care if they hated him even more later, he'd drop dead rather than not react to this! James reached out to grab him though, nearly hyperventilating with stress. "It's alright Prongs," Sirius promised, squeezing the hand that trembled along his shoulder, finally meeting his eyes again. "Get us out of here."

Sirius finally getting his spark of life back bolstered James like nothing else could have, he swallowed and nodded with determination while Sirius and Remus went up the steps to get the other two. Peter went down backwards obligingly, but still had a very drugged sort of expression like he had no clue of anything except that small fluttering movement. James was reading with a vengeance now though, his strong voice carried in the whole room as Harry and his friends managed to regroup, but couldn't seem to get out of there.

Regulus put a firm hand on Peter's shoulder until he sat down on the ground and still he craned his neck to keep the thing in sight. Longbottom was really struggling against the girls now, pushing them away with force and calling, "Dad?" He wasn't going for his wand yet, but Sirius wasn't going to let it go that far.

He'd feel bad later for this as well when he aimed and petrificus totalus, causing Longbottom's limbs to snap together and he fell to the ground stiff as a board. There wasn't a chance anyone was going near that thing now as Harry came crashing back into this room alone! Every one of his friends were out of commission in one way or another, his godson had the prophecy and nowhere to run but up there in a mockery for the center of attention he was so like James for.

Neville wasn't going to stand for that though, broken nose and useless wand as his only form of attack while he descended into the fray. Alice made such a terrifying noise of fury Sirius jumped to be between her and James, but her vengeance for Bellatrix Lestrange mocking her child was not to be directed at anyone in here as she stayed by Frank's side and held his petrified hand.

The Cruciatus curse was set upon their child and Sirius couldn't just stand there doing nothing! He knew that pain, his godson had been subjected to the same from Voldemort, he made to go over there and promise Neville would live through it and anybody who said otherwise would pay, but the ghost of Prongs and Evans weren't going to swoop in and save anybody this time, the Order arrived.

James moved again and wasn't letting go this time, holding Sirius firmly to his side and balancing the book carefully as he rushed in amongst the others. This should have been a good thing, Sirius kept telling himself as he put an easy arm around James's back this time and held him just as close in commiseration. This should have been exactly what they were hoping for, Sirius up and around on his feet to the rescue, Harry would get out of there in no time now!

They kept expecting flashes of light to blind them from the battle, the eight of them were all staying low to the floor now even if they didn't need to and James was practically whispering the dreaded back and forth. Remus was holding his hand now and he didn't know or care who had started that as the prophecy was broken and everything felt so hopeless right now.

"Dumbledore?!" Sirius repeated in a great sigh of relief in case anyone had missed what Prongs had said. He moved to get up and dance around the room in excitement, maybe even try a few of those doors now and skip along merrily in here! Everything was supposed to be fine now, their headmaster could best Voldemort, nothing else was going to happen in this room while that white beard was around!

Prongs hadn't stopped though, his grip on Sirius turned to bruising force as he was still battling Bellatrix and Sirius laughed in wild delight for the idea, it was high time he got to bloody do something useful in this future like that!

Whatever words had appeared next though seemed to have frozen him over, and Sirius leaned in impatiently, still high on his jubilation to read more in confusion than anything Bellatrix had hit him with a spell! The nerve of her sent him into a fit of anger now, reading in a temper what James never could and not even realizing what he'd said until far too late.

Sirius had been the one to fall into the veil, and he did not come back out.

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pinkevilbobdoesthings · 5 years

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Ok aay guys, so I’m real excited to share this chapter, but letting you know that it does get a bit intense near the end, but I hope you all like it.

Here’s chapter 5 of ‘The Mess’.

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Caleb could feel himself falling apart. It was just an hour and a half twice a week without Frumpkin. A simple thing that anyone else could manage, but not him. By the time his class was over, all he could think of was going back to Frumpkin. And once he was back to Frumpkin, Caleb thought he would just go back to normal, but no, he was still trapped in his head and full of fear.

Frumpkin deserved better than him. Sometimes Caleb would try to convince himself to just let Jester keep Frumpkin, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was too selfish. And despite that Frumpkin would still purr in Caleb’s arms.

Jester was another thing that Caleb did not deserve. She was so bright and cheerful that even on his darkest days he could feel her warmth. But he couldn’t show it. Caleb felt like he was buried in cotton unable to move or speak. Everything was just reactions. He hated it, but he couldn’t breakthrough it.

And yet Jester stayed there was him. Despite everything she remained by his side and kept telling him silly jokes and smiling at him. But those smiles lost their shine. That was Caleb felt the worst about. He had hoped that Jester was smart enough to realize that she was too good for this and just leave Caleb alone, but she didn’t. Jester was the purest thing Caleb had ever met. She wasn’t pure good or even pure in the way most people meant it, but she was pure Jester and that was enough for Caleb.

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Jester groaned face down in her notebook. They were nearly two weeks into the new semester and she still didn’t know what to do about Ikithon. She debated drawing a dick on his car, but that felt too small scale for what he had done.

Beau dropped her bag on the kitchen table next to Jester. “Hey, what’s up with Caleb? He’s acting all weird and junk.”

“Huh?” Jester never heard of Beau hanging out with Caleb.

“He’s gone full library hobo again and making my job hell,” Beau asked. “So what happened?”

Jester told Beau all about Professor Ikithon and what he did to Frumpkin. “So now Caleb’s all-”

“Library hobo,” Beau said. “Isn’t that sort of thing illegal?”

“I think so, but Caleb’s in no place to press charges and Ikithon’s got like tenure and stuff. Yeza and Nott’s been trying to get the university to do something, but there’s a lot of red tape. I’ve been trying to come up with the perfect prank, but I’ve got nothing.”

Beau nudged Jester’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t say you got nothing. You got me.”

“You mean you’ll help?” Jester asked.

“Hell yeah! I’m always ready to knock someone down a peg or ten,” Beau said.

Jester gave Beau a tight hug. “Thank you!”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t go making a big deal about it,” Beau said with a smile. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

Jester grinned. “Sure you do.”

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It was a simple plan. Two teams acting in the middle of the night: Jester and Fjord at Ikithon’s parking spot and Beau and Nott at Ikithon’s office. Jester had managed to convince Fjord fairly easily to join her, Nott, and Beau in getting revenge on Ikithon.

Fjord’s and Jester’s task was simple. Just a little surprise for Professor Ikithon when he came to campus in the morning. They had finished fairly quickly and were waiting for Nott and Beau at their rendezvous point.

“I still don’t know where you got all those,” Fjord said.

“Oh? Are you looking to get some for yourself?” Jester asked waggling her eyebrows.

Fjord turned beet red and went silent.

Meanwhile, Beau and Nott were supposed to break into Professor Ikithon’s office and cover it with hundreds of post it notes that Jester drew little dicks on. And they were late. Jester tried to pretend that she wasn’t worried and that it wasn’t a big deal but every minute that went by Jester imagined a new way that Nott and Beau could’ve gotten caught.

Relief swept over Jester when Beau and Nott finally returned. But their bags that should’ve been empty were bulging even more than when they had started. “What happened?” Jester asked.

“There was a change in plans,” Beau said. “We’ll explain at the apartment.”

Curiosity filled Jester as they made their way back to the apartment complex. Nott would shush her every time Jester would try to ask insisting that they had to be quiet(which was rich since Nott was being louder than Jester was). “What happened?!” Jester asked the second they stepped inside of Jester’s apartment.

“Okay, so I know we were supposed to cover the office in dicks, but we uncovered something even better.” Nott said.

Jester frowned. She found that very hard to believe.

“Dirt,” Beau said as she opened up her backpack. On top of the colorful post-it note dicks was a bunch of folders and papers. “Turns out Professor Ikithon’s been pretty busy.”

Fjord picked up one and started reading it. “Wait, ‘with an appropriate donation, your child will be sure to be accepted’. He’s taking bribes to let rich kids into the university?”

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg,” Beau said. “We’re talking about everything from blackmail to hiding scandals to money laundering.”

“Seriously?”

Nott nodded. “Wait until you see the emails.” She pulled out a usb drive. “This goes pretty deep.”

“Wait, blackmail?” Jester’s eyes grew wide. “That’s how he’s getting away with bullying Caleb!”

“Most likely. I’m going to make copies of these and hand it over to both the cops and the university,” Beau said.

An idea hit Jester. “Can you make me a copy too?”

“Sure,” Beau said. “I’m keeping a copy for myself anyways.”

“Thanks, but why didn’t you cover the office with dicks? I worked really hard on those,” Jester said with a pout.

“And let Professor Ikithon know that someone was snooping in his office?” Beaus asked. “We’ll save those for a special occasion.”

Jester grinned. She already had the perfect occasion in mind.

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Trent Ikithon’s morning was not going as planned. Traffic was terrible and he didn’t have time to get his morning coffee. All he wanted was to get to work and get his first class of the day over with. This was completely thrown out the window when he got to his parking space and discovered that it was filled with … adult toys. Close to a hundred of them.

Red filled his vision. He stomped out of his car and started kicking at the, ahem, adult toys clearing them out of the way. Most toppled away harmless and flopped around on the concrete. One though remained firmly where it was. Trent grabbed it, but it remained in place. He pulled and pulled at it, but it wouldn’t budge. Laughter from passing-by students stopped him and made the professor realize how it must look.

Trent let go of the ‘adult toy’ quickly and called maintenance to take care of it. Now he’d have to go find parking on campus which was frankly a herculean task. Professor Ikithon didn’t know who was responsible for desecrating his parking spot, but he would just have to take out his frustration on his classes. Fortunately, his favorite target would in his afternoon class that day. Who knew maybe this would be the day he could get Mr. ‘Widogast’ to cry.

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Jester watched the video of Professor Ikithon discovering his parking spot for the eighth time in a row. She didn’t know who recorded it, but she was grateful for them. The prank went off even better than she had expected. Frumpkin batted at Jester’s phone. “No, this is not for kitties, Frumpy,” Jester said holding the phone away for Frumpkin.

The door opened cueing that the class was over. Hurriedly, Jester put her phone away. The rest of the class hurried out, but Caleb was moving slower than he used to. It was like it took his brain longer to respond to things than it used to. Fjord stopped by Jester for a moment. “Warning you. Today was real bad.”

“What do you mean?” Jester said.

“Ikithon had a crappy morning and decided to take it out on Caleb. I don’t blame Caleb for being afraid of him.”

“Caleb’s afraid of him?” Caleb hadn’t told her that, but he barely talks. Ocassionally he’d text her on good days thanking her for taking care of Frumpkin for him, but good days were becoming increasingly rare.

Fjord shrugged. “That’s what I reckon at least. Caleb shakes a lot around him at least. Can’t blame him. Ikithon had it out for him today.”

“Do you think it was our fault?”

“No clue,” Fjord said and then sneezed. “I gotta get goin’. See ya later, Jes.”

Jester waved him goodbye, but her heart wasn’t in it. She knew that Professor Ikithon was probably going to be pissed over the prank, but Jester didn’t think of the possibility of Caleb paying for it. After she made sure Frumpkin was ready for Caleb, she waited next to the door.

“Really though, I expected better from you, Bren,” Professor Ikithon said loudly. Jester poked her head around the corner to see who he was talking to, but Caleb was the only other person in the room.

“It’s Caleb Widogast,” Caleb said in a soft whisper.

Professor Ikithon snorted. “You and that silly new name of yours. Get going. I don’t know why I bother with you.”

Caleb looked like he was close to tears when he took Frumpkin and Jester’s heartbroke. She screwed up and there was nothing she could do to make it up to Caleb.

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Jester spent the rest of the afternoon crying in her room. If she had given it any thought, she would have done the prank on a day that Caleb didn’t have class or maybe not at all. But she didn’t and Caleb got hurt all over again. How could Jester be so stupid?

“Hey, Jessie!” Beau called out as she entered the apartment. “I got the goods!”

Quickly, Jester wiped the tears off her face. “What goods?”

“Everything we got from Professor Ikithon’s office last night,” Beau said. She set a stack of papers on the kitchen table. “I emailed you a file of his emails and junk too. Some of it’s real messed up. Turns out the Professor effin’ crazy.”

“Yeah?”

Beau nodded. “I didn’t send you this one, but he’s got a research project in there that’s nightmare.”

“Can you send it to me anyways?” Jester asked.

Beau stared at Jester for a long moment. Jester held eye contact until Beau nodded. “I already sent you the rest so why not. I’ll email it to you in a little bit. Just be careful reading it. It’s effin’ sick.”

“Thanks Beau,” Jester said giving her roommate a hug.

“Do I even want to know what you have planned with all that?” Beau asked after wriggling out of Jester’s grip.

“It’s a surprise!” Jester just hoped that it was one that Caleb would like.

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Jester went through and organized all the files and papers before even glancing at the last one Beau gave her. The file was called The Yellow Notebook and filled Jester with dread. She imagining all sorts of horrid things that could be in there, but she had to check what it was in case it gave her more to work with.

She clicked on the file and found it was full of pictures of the pages of a spiral bound notebook. Jester started on the first page. It was dated to close to 15 years ago.

“Hypothesis - Submerging an individual and their wounds in a solution will increase the speed of recovery.” Beneath that there was a bunch of chemicals listed that apparently made up the 5 different solutions Ikithon was testing. “Subject - 17 year old male, caucasian, 152 pounds, 5’ 9”, good health.” It was dry and boring, but Jester clicked on the next page and kept reading.

“Test 1 - A cut 2 centimeters in length was made on Subject’s arm. Subject was submerged in bath of Solution A. This experiment was conducted in the subject’s dorm room. Cuts of identical size were previously made on Subject and healing time was already noted.” A note was added to the entry later. “Healing time identical to the previous control test.”

The next four tests were all identical to the first one only with different solutions. Test six started the same, but then the subject was submerged in the solution each night for a week. All the notes were the same until the third day of the seventh test. “Subject has shown agitation and belligerence towards the solution submersion. Physical assistance was required to insure that the subject was properly submerged.” Jester’s stomach dropped. That sounded like a scientific way of saying holding the subject under water against his will. The rest of the tests had the same note of ‘assisting’ the subject.

“Test 8 - Day 3 - Side effects noted: Subject’s previously excellent memory has become increasingly faulty. Subject has extreme difficulty recalling events and conversations from the previous day. He has also shown difficulty regulating emotions. Events that previously garnered little reaction now cause intense reactions from Subject. Example: the fire alarm went off in the dorm building and Subject began sobbing.”

It was all so cold and clinical, and Jester just wanted to go back in time to give the poor subject a hug. The more she read the more she hated Professor Ikithon. Part of her wanted to stop reading like it would stop more terrible things happening to the subject, but there was no changing the past, so Jester kept reading.

All the entries were clear and easy to read with no mistakes except for one, Test 9 Day 4. Bren was written down first and had a slash through it followed by the correction of Subject. Jester froze, she knew that name. It was what Ikithon called Caleb. Realization filled Jester. Caleb was the subject. Her friend was the one put through all these cruel tests. “Oh, Caleb,” Jester whispered.

It explained so much. Why Caleb wouldn’t go into dorm rooms or baths and how he couldn’t remember the year before he was sick. The tests were probably even the reason why Caleb was sick in the first place. And it might even explain that mysterious scholarship Caleb had. Someone at the university must’ve known about this and was covering it up.

There was one page left and Jester was tempted to quit, but she had made it that far. She continued to the final entry. “Test 9, day 7. TEST CANCELLED. Subject’s parents found dead in house fire. Subject was unable to regulate emotions, was driven mad by own grief and was submitted to hospital psychiatric ward. Months of research wasted.”

Bile rose up in Jester’s throat. She tried to fight it back, but she ended up dry heaving into her wastebasket. Her mom had told her that evil people existed, but Jester didn’t realize just how terrible some people could be. Jester wanted to scream and cry and hit something, but none of those things would help Caleb. So instead she made a phone call. “Hello, Traveler? I need your help.”

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jessischipmunk · 7 years

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Meant For Each Other

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)

Summary: reader is finishing school while trainer with The Avengers. She and Bucky are close friends and both have feelings for each other but are too afraid to say anything. When reader is injured during a mission drill, Bucky insists on taking care of her. Feelings surface more and they are forced to discuss the situation.

Warnings: injuries, blood (i think), mentions of self doubt, LOTS of FLUFF also, I didn’t edit this so I apologize if there are any mistakes.

*Reader POV*

“Can you not, Stark?” I said as Tony continued to probe me with his new invention.

“I need to test it on someone,” he replied.

“Well, I’m not in the mood to be poked and shocked.”

“It;s not shocking you. It’s sending waves through your body to see how it effects the neural system. And it looks like it’s giving negative feedback.”

“Why don’t you do this to Steve or Bucky. Someone who won’t be brain damaged if it doesn’t work.”

Just as I said that, Bucky walked into the room and said, “my brain has been tampered with enough already so I think I’ll pass.”

I felt like an idiot for saying what I said. But how could I have known Bucky was going to walk into the room?

I felt my heart stop, and skip a beat. I’ve liked Bucky for longer than I can remember. He was my best friend, which made it harder to hold those feelings back. Other than Steve, I am the only one who has seen Bucky as himself. The nightmares, the good days, the bad days. That goofy he smile he gets when we joke around. And all the intimate moments we’ve had.

Not intimate like sex, even though I dream about more often than I care to admit. But intimate like telling our dreams and fears. When I fall sleep next to him, or when he comforts me, or vice versa. Those to me are way more intimate than having sex because you have to be able to trust the person to not betray you when you let your guard down.

Bucky and I are close. We do things like a couple. He cares for me and is over protective, and so am I. But neither one of us has mentioned feelings. Despite what Steve says, I am afraid to lose what I already have with Bucky. So I keep my mouth shut.

Tony hit another button on his toy and it sent another shock through my body. “Dammit, Tony. Get these things off my face,” I said. “I’ve had a really bad day and I just want to relax.”

“But I-”

“Tony, take it off. She’s looking pale and like she’s ready to pass out,” Bucky said. He had that look in his eyes. The one he has when he’s on the verge of getting angry. None of us dare to mess with him when he has that look.

“Fine,” Tony said and detached me from his device and left the common room.

I sighed and stood up, walking past Bucky and to my room. I shut the door, not realizing that Bucky may have wanted to talk. But the day I had was shit and I just needed to be alone for a few minutes since Tony took up most of my time I was supposed to have for myself.

I laid down on my bed and drifted off to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

About an hour later, I heard a light knock on my door. It woke me from my slumber, but I was too groggy to move. I knew it was Bucky. It was never anyone else.

The door opened and shut. I felt the bed dip, and the cool touch of Bucky’s metal hand. He took the spot next to me, then pulled me onto him so my head was resting on his chest. I took in his familiar scent and immediately felt comforted.

“How are you feeling,” he asked. “Did the nap help?”

“Well, it wasn’t finished so I wouldn’t know.” I meant it as a joke, but I was still tired and mumbled the words and it didn’t have the effect I wanted it to.

“Awe, I’m sorry,” he cooed. He brushed his lips over the top of my head. But that’s all it was. A brush. Never quite a kiss.

“It’s okay. I just had a long day and coming home to Tony’s bullshit didn’t help at all.

“What happened at school today?”

I yawned and said, “I have a history final coming up in a week and my professor gave us a mock exam today for practice and I completely blew it. I got like maybe a quarter of the answers correct and this shit is worth fifty percent of my grade. I’m screwed, Buck.”

“No, you’re not,” he said, his flesh hand massaging my back. “I’ll help you study. Did you forget that I’m a century old? I lived through half the stuff your learning. I even caused some of it. . .” he said the last sentence kind of hushed.

“Oh yeah. You don’t look a day over ninety-nine,” I joked.

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” I said and looked up at his face. His icy blue eyes stared down at me and I watched as a smile crept onto his face. “What?” I asked.

“Nothing. There’s just a certain glow about you tonight.”

I looked away, embarrassed and my cheeks turning hot. I love it when he compliments me like that. I sat up and stared forward. I tried to supress the ecstatic smile with a small one.

“Was it something I said?”

“What? Oh, no. Not at all, Buck. You’re just one of the very few people that actually treat me like a person.”

“You are a person, (y/n). You’re my person. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I smiled again. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds. We leaned into each other, but stopped a few inches short. “I. . . uhh. . . I’m gonna get something to eat. Do you want anything?”

“No,” I said. “I’m not hungry. I think I’ll just get ready for bed.” I was slightly disappointed that what I wanted ti happen, didn’t.

“Alright. Get some rest. Don’t forget we have that mission drill in the morning.” I nodded. Bucky got up and started making his way to the door. “Come get me if you need anything.” I nodded again and Bucky. I fell back on my bed and groaned.

“Just tell him,” I heard Steve shout from his bedroom which was next to mine. I rolled my eyes and groaned again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I groaned and stood up. Tony just blasted me with one of the new cannons on his suit. “I’m on your team, you idiot!” I shouted.

“I’m sorry. I guess I like using you as a test dummy,” he shouted back.

“Fuck off, Stark!”

“(y/n), watch your language,” Steve said as he walked up behind me. “We need to get the flag.”

“So this is a game of capture the flag. How mature.”

“Essentially, yes. But in this case the flag is supposed to represent a new, highly dangerous weapon.”

“And we want it why?”

“So the bad guys don’t get it and take over the world,” he said and gave me a small smile.

“Got it,” I nodded. I watched as Tony blasted the Hulk into the air.

“I’ll take the left and create a diversion. You’ll take the right. You’ll need to keep an eye out for Nat, but Vision with have you covered for the most part. Bucky will be waiting for you on the other side. Then you two need to get passed Hawkeye and take the weapon. Got it?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” I ran out. I took my gun and shot a water tank sitting near by. The thing exploded and water pooled onto the street, soaking Thor completely.

I saw Bucky, and I thought I was in the clear when Nat roundhouse kicked me to the ground.

“You need to have eyes everywhere,” she advised. “But good call on the water tank.”

It took me a few minutes, but eventually I got her tired enough. One good blow to her face sent her to the ground long enough for me to reach Bucky. I took off after that. But the Hulk picked me up and through me fifty feet to where Bucky was. I hit hard. I couldn’t move at first, then I felt a cool metal hand on my skin.

“(y/n), are you okay?”

“I can’t move, Bucky. My. . . my chest. And my head.”

Bucky touched my right side and I screamed. “You might have broken a couple of ribs.”

“The flag. . .”

“Forget the flag. You need medical attention.”

“What’s going on,” Steve asked.

“(y/n)’s down,” Bucky responded. She can’t move.”

“Alright. She’s done. Take her to the med bay and I’ll take over from here.”

Bucky picked me up gently and carried me back.

~~~~~~~~~~

I laid in my bed in pain. I had a concussion and three cracked ribs. I was beyond irritated. I was doing so well and for me to blow a fake mission. . . Maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a part of the Avengers.

I stood up, wincing as I moved. My ribs didn’t hurt as much as they did when it first happened. I was trying to find my history notebook and textbook. I figured I should study if I was going to be stuck in bed for the next couple of days. I remembered I had left them in my backpack. It was hard to bend over, so I squatted down. But before I could reach my bag, someone took hold of my arm and pulled me up. I turned to find Bucky. He had insisted on taking care of me.

“What are you doing out of bed?”

“Getting my notebook.”

“You need to get back in bed,” he said sternly.

“I need to study,” I said back.

“(y/n), don’t argue with me. Get back in bed.”

“No,” I deadpanned and turned back towards my bag. I winced as I tried to bend down again.

“Why are you always so stubborn?”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re not my boss, you’re not my boyfriend. You can’t tell me what to do!” I stared at Bucky’s face. I don’t yell at him often. Especially not like that. But these injuries have made me very irritable and the fact that I’ve been around Bucky for most of the day didn’t help either.

“Guess I’ll have to change that then,” he growled. His hands came up to my face and he crashed his lips against mine. His lips were softer than I imagined. He kissed me slowly, passionately. I would have wrapped my arms around his neck, but lifting them would hurt too much. So I just clutched his shirt in my fists. He tasted so good. Sweet and warm. Like freshly made cotton candy. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. “Please, get back in bed,” he asked gently.

“Okay,” was all I said. He helped me back into bed. He sat next to me, sitting so that I could rest on his chest comfortably.

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” I said. “I’m just. . . I’m mad at myself. I’ve been doing so well in training and then I blow a fake mission. It makes me think that I’m not meant for this. And I’m a coward because I was never able to admit my feelings for you, and then they just kept piling up. And school. . . I know I’m doing good, but I can feel myself slipping and I don’t know what to do.”

Bucky kissed the top of my head. Finally. “You were picked for this team for a reason. It was just a fluke. Banner should have never tossed you like that. It wasn’t your fault. And school, I’ll help you with that. I already told you I would.” He paused. “And I was no better with confessing my feelings. I’ve loved you longer than I can remember. I was scared of losing you by saying anything, so I just didn’t.”

“I love you too, Bucky.”

“Good,” he said and kissed my head again. “Whatever it is, we can get through it together. As for studying, you have time. Right now you need to sleep and recover from your head injury.”

“Fine,” I yawned.

“Go to sleep. I’ll be right here. I’m not gonna go anywhere. Except maybe the bathroom at some point. . .”

I chuckled, and then sucked in a breath of pain. “Don’t make me laugh! It hurts too much.”

Bucky chuckled in return. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to keep my charm to a minimum.”

I rolled my eyes, but kept a smile on my face.

“Sweet dreams, doll.”

“Hmm,” I hummed before I fell asleep in Bucky’s arms

#Bucky Barnes #james barnes #captain america #winter solider imagine #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #the winter soldier #civil war #Avengers #Sebastian Stan #Chris Evans #imagine

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a-beast-of-prey · 7 years

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Give us three worst memories

As u command, Anon. They’re not in any particular order, and under the cut for length.

“Subjects K’ and H-73, step forward.”

The pair did as they were instructed, shuffling forward so the scientists hidden above could get a better look at them for note-taking purposes. Exhausted, hollow blue eyes settled on the other kid; skinnier than he was, and missing patches of hair. Standing was difficult for both of them. They tried not to sway - to show more weakness - but there’d been too many successive fights with minimal rest. And too many cocktails of drugs and experimental formulas pumped into their systems to test their endurance, try to boost their powers, and probe for weaknesses (in order to create countermeasures, in case they lived long enough and stupid enough to attempt rebellion). K’ didn’t know about the other boy, but the last thing they’d injected him with was really messing him up. He felt sixty shades of sick - mostly like he was burning up and freezing at the same time - and frankly, it was a wonder he even had the strength to stand, let alone prepare to fight. Judging from what he could make out of H-73’s expression and pallor when his vision didn’t blur and waver, he was probably experiencing equally bad, if not similar, symptoms.

NESTS’ scientists didn’t care for such trivialities, though. They wanted results, and they expected them to be produced one way or another. And if one or both of these subjects happened to die in the process, it didn’t matter anyway. Because there were always more children they could conduct their experiments on.

“Begin.”

K’ didn’t remember much of how that fight played out - and what little he could recall came in disjointed snatches - though it certainly hadn’t been pretty or graceful by any stretch of imagination. There were lots of stumbles and falls, hits that were so sloppy, the damage was negligible… He also recalled throwing and being thrown, and unstable lashes of flame and water that hurt the wielders just as much as they hurt the opposition. At some point, H-73 had managed to pin K’ to the floor.

The memory became really patchy here, due to his wavering consciousness and sheer, blind panic because he didn’t want to die, didn’t wanna die, no no no nononnonono! but a few bits stood out, haunting him to this day. One moment, H-73’s expression had been grimly determined as he sat on his chest, throttling the life out of K’ as he bucked and thrashed weakly beneath the other boy… The next, his eyes were wide, mouth slack, and K’s flaming fist was rammed through his chest. Droplets of crimson rain slipped from H-73’s mouth to kiss his cheek with warm wetness. K’ wasn’t sure how or when it happened, but in his next moment of awareness, he was curled in on himself, shaking and clutching his bloody hand to his chest. Over the faint excited clamour of the scientists speaking over one another, someone - him? - was making a long, thin keening sound. The stench of blood and the contents of his own stomach scorched his nostrils.

He and Maxima had been storming NESTS bases for almost a year now, in search of answers. Generally, frustratingly, the fruits of their efforts only amounted to abandoned buildings with everything useful long since stripped and moved. Or deathtraps. Or Ikari Squad ambushes. This time, however, had seemed to be off to a more favourable start. The power was on, for one. And for another, the computer monitors were still in their places. K’ tried not to get his hopes too high, but it was difficult, given that this was the first break they’d caught in some time. However, when the pair made it to the main room, where all the power was being funnelled, what they were met with was nothing like they had expected. Row upon row of tanks, their occupants floating in green fluid in a state of suspended animation, stretched out on both sides of the room. Something about them filled K’ with a sense of déjà vu that he struggled to place.

“K’, don’t go near them,” Maxima hissed at him in warning, except he sounded mildly… panicked? Or distressed, perhaps? He found that odd, but his curiosity and that nagging déjà vu got the best of him, prompting his cautious approach of the nearest tanks. “K’!”

He got about halfway there before stopping dead in his tracks, eyes wide. K’s skin crawled. The feeling paired nicely with the churning of his stomach. “What the hell… is this?” He managed to choke out. Took another wavering step forward, catching sight of even more tanks, stretching towards the back of the room. More bodies suspended in green liquid. All of their faces the spitting image of his own. Clones. His clones.

A million thoughts, a million half-buried doubts, swarmed to the forefront of his mind. All of them terrified him, further quickening his breath until it was the only thing he could hear other than the frantic tempo of his heart.

Oh god… What if one of them is the original and I’m the fake? What if Krizalid actually was the original? FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFU-!!!

“K’!” Maxima barked directly into his ear. He startled, becoming instantly aware of the cyborg’s near-crushing grip on his shoulders. When did he get there…? “Dash-man, look at me, partner.” K’ swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat. Slowly, and with no small amount of dread, his eyes shifted from his feet and trailed upwards. Maxima’s hulking mechanical body and concerned face blocked his immediate view of the tanks; a small relief. He offered K’ a thin smile. Loosened his grip, but didn’t let go of him. “That’s it. Just breathe, ok? Nice deep breaths.”

He tried, though it was difficult. His breath kept hitching, and it felt like there was something jammed in his throat. His vision was also suspiciously watery. Eventually - the exact time it took, he wasn’t sure - K’ managed to calm down enough to muster a couple of words. “We need to…. They shouldn’t…”

We need to get rid of them. They shouldn’t exist. Because NESTS would keep putting these copies through the wringer; mess with their heads, continue messing with their bodies…. just generally screw them over, like he’d been. He didn’t want them to have to endure that. More than that, all those copies of his own face…. A shudder ran through him.

Maxima squeezed his shoulders gently. Comfortingly. “I know. Do you want to go outside while I do it?”

He shook his head. He was staying here. He had to make sure they were gone with his own eyes; that they wouldn’t become spectres to haunt and hunt him later on down the track, reducing him to that same vulnerable, panicked state. “I’ll be fine.”

“Partner…”

K’ slapped one of his hands away, though there was a distinct lack of bite, of power, behind the action. Maxima released him anyway, taking a step back to give him some space. He was bathed glowing green around the edges. K’ tried his hardest to suppress another shudder. “I said I’ll be fine. Let’s just… get it over with quickly.”

So the poor bastards didn’t have to suffer anymore.

“Your name is K’,” they told him. Constantly. Always in that same monotone.

“No it’s not!” He’d insist back, gritting his teeth in frustration. They’d taken his childhood away from him, separated him from his sister some months ago (How was she? Was she okay? Please let Seirah be okay…), planted some other guy’s DNA into him and slapped a glove over his hand to keep his newly gained (and presently still painful) flames in check. And now they wanted his name? No fucking way. “I keep telling you, it’s-”

His words became a scream as an electrical current ripped through his body. It’s brief - a few seconds at most - but it’s absolute agony. They’ve barely stopped the current to allow him to choke down air when they start up the irritating statement again, still in that same monotone. “Your name is K’.”

K’ - “Kay Dash” - another serial number to replace the last one they’d given him. Not a person but a product… an object. He managed to spit at the nearest person-shaped shadow. “F'ck off,” he gasped out. “’S not my name.”

Another jolt of electricity, and more hoarse screaming. They’ve been at this for hours now. And been going through this same routine for days. He’s tired. Hurt and tired and scared, and it’s finally catching up to him, breaking him. Tears slip through the cracks of his tough-guy façade, visibly sliding down his cheeks.

“Please,” he whispered when the current finally stopped again. “N-no more. I want to see my sister. Where is she?”

No answer is forthcoming. Instead, the hated words are repeated at him: “Your name is K’.”

“It’s not!” He tugs uselessly at his restraints, voice steadily climbing higher and louder. “That’s not my damn name, and it never will be! Tell me where my sister is!!”

A disapproving tut from one of the figures. “Put him under. We’ll try a different approach.”

There’s the by now familiar prick of a needle in his arm, and the cold rush of the drugs it contains entering his system. On instinct, he thrashes, holding onto the vain hope that maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll be able to break the restraints and escape. No such luck though; instead, sluggishness sets in, and everything starts darkening and fuzzing at the edges. His head lolls back against the cool steel of the table he’s strapped to, too tired to keep fighting.

“Want m'sister.” He slurs at the encroaching shadows. More tears slide down his face, but he’s too numb to feel them now. “Give… give Seirah back.”

#♱ [OOC] all bark no bite #♱ [HEADCANONS] fragments of memory #♱ [ANONYMOUS] a faceless spectator #{{that last one came from a prompt-based Drabble I haven't touched in a while}}#blood mention

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faith-in-dean · 7 years

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No Second Chances - Part Five (End)

Summary: You were still learning to be a hunter when you fell in love with your colleague Arthur Ketch. Your situation wasn’t easy in the first place, your feelings were just making it harder. Though nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to witness.

Words: 1584

Pairings: Arthur Ketch x Reader, slight Arthur Ketch x Mary

Warnings: Angst, Torture, Blood mention, Character Death, ANGST

A/N: So this is the last part of this series and I have to say, it got me emotional. I can tell you that I will be writing a little one shot I’d like to describe at “What could’ve happened if I didn’t decide to be an asshole” soon, so keep your eyes out for that! Thanks again to @bestieswithmydarkthoughts for talking through the ideas with me, to @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki for reading over every part and to @lokis-quinn who just gave me that little idea for the extra at the end of this. I hope you enjoy and won’t hate me too much.

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You blinked a couple of times when you finally woke up. The first things you noticed were a painful light shining right into your face as well as the worst pain you have felt since your failed werewolf hunt.

Your first instinct was to get up, turn off the damn light as well as check your body for any potential injuries. Maybe even check the stitches from your wound. But you couldn’t.

When you looked down you noticed you were tied to a chair. Fear immediately started rushing through you but then you remembered.

~~~

It was late and night and you were still on your feet, walking without a destination. You had stopped at a couple of motels the last few days but ever since taking off again, there was no sight of any motel anywhere near you. So you just had to keep walking.

The first rustle you heard didn’t bother you that much. Since it was late, you figured that some animals in the forest next to the main road would be active and caused the noise. Though when the rustle got louder you became suspicious and of course, cautious. But not cautious enough.

Before you knew it, you were knocked to the ground. You could only make out a set of heavy boots before you passed out.

~~~

“Look who’s awake again,” you could hear the voice that became so familiar to you over the last couple of days. He was a vampire. To be exact, he was the vampire who created those that killed your former roomie and were supposed to kill you, too.

“Now, tell me. Will you talk to me today? Who is that man that saved you, that killed my children?” he asked, pressing his knife right into your cheek. But it didn’t bother you anymore. He had beaten you, cut you, had given you the worst of torture and drank from you. All of it so much that it started to feel like nothing while your body was slowly giving up on you. At this point, though, you wished it would have.

“I’m never gonna talk to you about them,” your voice was weak but you still had enough power inside of you to sound confident with your answers.

“What if I tell you that your lover boy has sent you millions of texts as well as called you millions of times during the past few days? Doesn’t that wake any memories? Any feelings?” he asked as he walked past you. You could barely make out that he went to pick something up, but you were too weak to get yourself to look at him completely.

Arthur called you? And texted you? How come he only did that now? You had been gone for so long and after he still hadn’t tried to reach you within three days, you just gave up your hopes and started to live with the fact of having to move on.

“Y/N, Mick told me I screwed up. Please tell me how to make it up to you,” the vampire mimicked as he walked back to you. With your phone in his hand.

“God dammit Y/N! Answer your damn phone! I can’t let you go! Please just answer your phone,” he acted dramatic before he practically pushed your phone into your face, showing a picture you had once taken of Arthur.

“Tell me about him. Now,” he ordered but you were just… shocked. You couldn’t speak about it. About him.

“Screw you,” you mumbled quietly as tears ran down your cheeks, a burning sensation soon overcoming you when they reached your open wounds.

“You are just begging for this,” the vampire snarled before he threw your phone away and bit onto your neck. Once again drinking from you but you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep on going.

~~~

“I can’t believe I didn’t think about this sooner,” Arthur grumbled as he watched the tracking process of Y/N’s phone. He seemed to be lucky since it still seemed to have battery left.

Arthur had always been more of a get the order and go type. He never wasted time in tracking something or someone down. That was why it took him so long to figure it out this time.

To his surprise, Mick didn’t even try to stop him. It more likely seemed as if he was worried as well. Had something happened to Y/N? He couldn’t forgive himself if so.

“Finally,” he let out a sigh when the computer showed an address. He copied it and quickly looked it up, only to find out it was some old house in the middle of nowhere. Could she have settled down there? Or did something really happen to her? It was about time for Arthur to find out.

He sent himself the details to his phone before he took off to the garage, got onto his bike and headed off.

~~~

Everything was just so faint around you. Your vision was darker and blurry for the most part, your body was just heavy limbs hanging down, your breathing was slow. Too slow.

With the last dose the vampire had taken from you, you could finally feel your body give up and it was only a matter of time until your heart would too.

You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination or if the quiet sound you heard was really someone else in the house. Eventually, there was one last spark of hope inside of you. One that made you want to scream at the top of your lungs but you couldn’t anymore. You just didn’t have it in you anymore.

Suddenly it all went silent and you were sure it was your imagination. Only until you could finally make out a face that you haven’t seen in a long time. A face that you longed to see ever since leaving the base.

You were smiling, if only just a little bit, a tear was rolling down your cheek but you knew you didn’t have much left.

~~~

The last thing Arthur expected was a vampire to attack him when he entered the old house. But it only alarmed him even more. He knew this meant your life was in danger and he needed to see you as soon as possible. That might have been the reason he had managed to kill this vampire so fast.

But what he saw when he entered the basement… Memories of the past came flooding back. Memories of the night he had lost his wife to a vampire.

He remembered it as if it was just yesterday. After that happened, he started hunting. He wanted to take revenge on any monster in the world. That was when the British Men of Letters recruited him. Ever since then he wanted to do the best job possible at taking out monsters. And in all this mess, he forgot how to feel emotions. He forgot how to feel human again.

The sight of Y/N all covered in blood, barely hanging on anymore killed him… but maybe there was still hope.

He rushed over to her and cut open the ties, making her slump over immediately. But he held onto her. Arthur sat down on the ground as he held her weak body against himself.

“Y/N… please keep fighting for me. Help is on the way… you just need to keep fighting a little longer. I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I’m sorry for being an asshole to you… This could’ve been prevented,” for the first time since he lost his wife, Arthur let his guard down. For the first time since he had lost his wife, he dared to show emotions again.

He didn’t even bother holding back the tears that formed in his eyes. He wanted Y/N to know how he felt. He wanted to give her a reason to fight.

A slight smile formed on Y/N’s face as she tried to reach up to his cheek. But she was drained. She couldn’t do it anymore.

“Arthur, I… I…” she had stopped talking as her smile slowly faded and it now seemed like she was just staring into the distance.

“Y/N… you.. you what?” he asked but there was nothing. Slowly he came to realize just what this meant.

“No… no, no, no… Y/N, you need to come back to me,” he started sobbing just before he screamed out, holding your lifeless body against his own.

~~~

The flames of the fire must have been the only warm thing about this situation because everything Arthur felt was just making him cold. He couldn’t wrap his mind around this. He kept telling himself that he could have prevented this if he would have been cautious enough.

Mary had ripped him out of his thoughts as she had squeezed him a little, reminding him of her presence even though he had his arm wrapped around her.

As soon as he had gathered some composure, Arthur had informed Mary and told her to bring everything for a hunter’s funeral. And of course, she did.

“Come on, I need to get my mind free of this,” he sighed a little as he kissed the top of Mary’s head and let his arm slide down to her hand, taking it in his.

If this was how he could keep his mind off of Y/N, then this was the best solution.

Even if it hurt.

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