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cooliogirl101 · 3 years

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From a very young age, Obito's grandmother had cautioned him to guard his heart.

"There is nothing more dangerous than an Uchiha in love," she warned him. "If you're not careful, caring too deeply will destroy you, drive you to madness."

For a five-year-old Obito, all it took to fall in love were three words, coming from a girl with sparkling brown eyes and the brightest smile he'd ever seen.

"Hey, nice goggles!"

Obito, as a general rule, tried to avoid thinking too much about Hatake Kakashi. As far as he was concerned, stupid Bakashi already had too many people thinking about him. It felt like Obito couldn't go five minutes without hearing the whispers of "prodigy" and "genius" and "future-Hokage" trailing Kakashi everywhere he went (and what really stung was that they probably weren't wrong-- what Obito worked at for hours upon hours to accomplish, Kakashi managed in minutes without breaking a sweat).

Obito thought he'd been doing a pretty good job of ignoring Kakashi all things considered, despite the other boy's annoying attitude and annoying hair and annoying voice and annoying mask and annoying everything. He didn't even care (much) about Kakashi's annoyingly large number of fangirls-- up until he noticed that Rin had also started watching him.

He lasted three days before he confronted her about it.

"Why're you watching Kakashi?" Obito blurted out. He'd considered straight up asking her if she had a crush on him-- like half the girls in their class, he thought bitterly-- but had chickened out at the last moment. He wasn't sure what he'd do if the answer was yes--probably something that would land him in detention again.

"He's walking home alone again," Rin said quietly, gaze still fixated on Kakashi's departing figure. "It's been weeks now."

"So?" Obito asked. "He walks home by himself all the time."

Rin shook her head.

"Only when his father's on a mission. Which he might be, I don't know, but given what happened--" Her voice trailed off. Obito didn't need her to complete the sentence, anyway. Everyone in the village knew what had happened on Hatake Sakumo's disastrous mission.

"We're going to follow him," Rin decided. That got Obito's attention.

"What? Why?" He wasn't whining. He wasn't.

"Because something's not right here. And until we figure out what it is, I'd feel better watching over him to make sure he's safe." She glanced at him and grinned. "Besides, this will allow you to practice your stealth skills. And my Henge skills. Think I can make a convincing bush?"

Through some miracle, because Rin did not make a convincing bush-- bushes didn't move for one thing, nor did they have legs-- they managed to follow Kakashi back to the Hatake Compound undetected. The moment the compound came into sight, Rin jolted, her henge dropping away completely.

"Oh," she whispered, eyes widening. Obito swallowed, feeling rather sick to the stomach himself.

The wall of the compound was completely covered by graffiti. Obito clenched his fists, mouth going dry-- there were words on there that would make Obito's grandmother scrub his mouth with soap if he even thought of saying them but worse than that were the words scattered between the cursing and insults:

Failure

Disgrace

Weak

Monster

Shameful

Your fault

"Obito." Rin's voice was strangely calm.

"Y-Yeah?" Obito cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from the Hatake Compound. Kakashi didn't deserve that, he found himself thinking. His dad didn't deserve it either. No one deserved that.

Rin glanced at him, eyes hard.

"Do you think your grandmother would be okay with you sleeping over at my house tonight?"

Obito blinked, then slowly began to smile.

"I think I can convince her."

"Great." Rin folded her arms across her chest. "How are your painting skills?"

Of all the things Sakumo expected to find outside his house in the middle of the night, two kids wearing badly-made face masks painting his wall was not one of them.

"What are you guys doing?" Kakashi demanded, looking like he wasn't sure whether to be angry or confused.

"What does it look like we're doing, Bakashi?" The kid in the orange eye-mask retorted. "Everyone calls you a genius, figure it out."

This night was getting weirder and weirder, Sakumo thought bemusedly to himself.

"You're...vandalizing my house. At two in the morning," Kakashi replied. It looked like the confusion was winning out over the anger.

"It's not vandalism if it's done with good intentions," the girl in the purple eye mask said primly. Sakumo resisted the urge to rub at his eyes.

"Friends of yours, Kakashi?" Sakumo asked, and received an immediate flurry of responses.

"No, I hardly even know them, they're just some kids from my class--"

"Friends with Bakashi? No way, I--"

"Not yet at least."

Sakumo let them talk over each other, gaze drifting back over to the half-completed paint job. They'd...done a surprisingly good job, actually. He could barely see the words underneath anymore.

He held up a hand, causing all three kids to go quiet.

"Why?" He asked finally, addressing the two kids who apparently weren't friends with Kakashi and yet had gone to the trouble to do all...this.

"Why not?" the boy said defiantly, jutting his chin up. "We felt like it and your wall is messed up, so we're painting it to look better."

The girl remained silent for a beat longer, before turning to look him in the eye.

"Because you deserve better," she said. Sakumo's mouth twisted.

"I'm not sure I do," he murmured, almost inaudibly. He blinked as the girl suddenly narrowed her eyes, brandishing her paintbrush at him like a kunai.

"Don't say that," she hissed, glaring fiercely at him "Don't you dare say that! The first thing they teach us in the Academy is that your teammates always, always come first. You acted according to that and the fact that people are treating you like a monster for it is wrong."

"It's not that simple--"

"It's not your fault that Konoha is on the brink of war,” she interrupted sharply. "If you didn't trigger it, someone else would have. You don't teach five year olds wartime tactics if you're not expecting...if you're not preparing for a war. People don't want to admit that, so they look for someone to blame-- but that's their problem, not yours."

She turned around, re-coating her brush with paint.

"I can't make you believe me, Hatake-san. But what I can do is cover up this wall of yours. At the very least, Kakashi-kun doesn't deserve to look at this every day."

At that, Kakashi straightened up, scowling at her. If his glare seemed rather halfhearted, no one pointed it out.

"I don't need you to do it, I can do it myself," he grumbled.

"Great," the girl said without missing a beat. "While you're here, you can settle a debate between me and Obito-- hypothetically speaking, would you prefer snakes painted on the wall or dragons?"

"C'mon Rin, dragons are so much cooler, what kind of person would prefer snakes--"

"Obito, neither of us can even draw a dragon and besides, they summon snakes--"

"What? No we don't! We summon dogs!"

"Oh. Really? But your dad is called the White Fang. That wasn't a reference to snake fangs?"

"No!"

"Huh. Who summons snakes then? Someone summons snakes."

"Forget the snakes, is there a dragon contract I can sign?"

"They'd take one look at you and eat you, dead last."

"Shut up, Bakashi!"

Sakumo felt his lips twitch. He turned around to walk back inside, feeling lighter than he had in weeks.

And to think, he'd been worried about Kakashi making friends.

#wtl!au #danger noodle au

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 3 years

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Silva Lining (Saul Silva x Reader) Chapter 11

Warnings: Mentions of infant death

Word Count: 1.8k

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-19 years ago-

As per usual, Farah was bored. She was home in the kingdom of Solaria and once again her family were throwing another ball. Of course she had to be there, she was part of the royal family after all. Her sister was Queen Luna Star, she couldn’t make the family look bad by ditching the event, especially as it was held in her honour.

Big ball dresses and small talk wasn’t her thing. This was temporary however. Soon Farah would be going back to Alfea to take over as Headmistress and she’d finally start living by her own rules. Her mentor and friend Rosalind would be there to guid her and Saul, a friend she had met as a student, would be there as the Headmaster of the Specialists. She couldn’t think of better people to be surrounded with.

There was one upside to the party. People from all over the magic realms had been invited and there was one person in particular that caught Farah’s eye. She didn’t expect things to go the way they did but one thing led to another and she and the mysterious, dark haired stranger found a quiet room in the castle and made love until the rise of the morning sun.

The story goes that she awoke from a dream, a prophecy. The stranger was never seen again and later was found to be the king of the Blood Witches, an enemy to the fairies. Three weeks later and Farah found that she was pregnant. The prophecy was coming true.

“A child, born on a Soul moon, half Fairy, half Witch. Powers bestowed by the Great Dragon, will be the balance between good and evil. The key to the lives of all those who harness power, they are the one true heir to all the lands.”

The former King and Queen of Solaria were ashamed of Farah. Hiding the truth about the pregnancy from everyone. Even her sister Luna kept quiet of the affair, as she did not want anyone else to have claim to the throne, prophecy or no prophecy.

Nine months later and a girl was born. Farah was elated, however there was a dark sinister plot she didn’t know about. The doctors were ordered to do something unforgivable by Queen Luna, under the pressure from her parents. Farah was told that the baby was still born, a spell cast on the newborn to make it seem as if she were not breathing. Farah was inconsolable. Maybe the prophecy wasn’t supposed to come true. But it was.

Queen Luna had a soldier take the baby to the first world and left it on the steps of a hospital, where it would be taken care of as a changeling, nobody the wiser.

Farah grieved for her lost child but finally moved on, becoming Headmistress of Alfea and leaving royalty behind. She didn’t speak to her family, didn’t mention her sister or her lineage to anyone and changed her last name. It was kept a secret so she could live a somewhat normal life. Eventually the story was re-told to her three friends, Ben Harvey, Saul Silva and Rosalind who all swore never to tell a soul.

Farah thought that part of her life was behind her, a mere, sad memory of something that shouldn’t have been. But she was wrong. 18 years later, Saul found a changeling crying in the woods over the body of a burned one. She didn’t know it then but Farah’s life would never be the same again.

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-Y/N’s POV-

Growing up, you’d connected with books like Harry Potter. Something about you could connect with the main character. Treated unfairly over and over by families that were meant to take care of you. No belongings, no friends, a tiny room and worst of all… no parents. You’d sat in your room at nights pouring over the words in your books, imagining the magical life you wished you could escape to.

You wanted a group of friends like Ron and Hermione. The adventures, the power, the fun. Even reading those books would never prepare you for a moment like this. You’d dreamt about the day you found your birth parents, gone over and over the meeting in your head a thousand times. You hadn’t pictured it like this.

You were still in Farah’s office. She was looking at you, tears rolling down her cheeks. You were crying too, what were you supposed to say? You felt like you couldn’t breath. You’d always thought you weren’t wanted, that your parents had just given you up like people give up smoking after new years, but that wasn’t the case at all. She’d thought you were dead. She didn’t know… She didn’t know. You wanted to be mad, be angry but all you could feel was upset and confused.

“I- I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to say, I don’t know… who I am.” You quickly swept the tears from your face and stood, knocking back the chair in your hurry.

“Please don’t run away Y/N, I.. I wanted to tell you sooner but I needed to be sure. I didn’t want to give you false hope and I couldn’t go through losing you all over again.” You wanted to scream, you didn’t know whether to hug the woman in front of you or run for the hills. It was all too much.

“Stella knows doesn’t she, that’s part of the reason Queen Luna took her, she’s my cousin…” You were sobbing again, more like hyperventilating. Saul had bust the door down as soon as her heard your gasps of air. In seconds you were in his arms and he was trying to get you to breath again. Your ears were ringing and you couldn’t concentrate. You just needed to get out of there.

You did the only thing you knew how to do well. You ran, taking Sauls hand in yours, you opened a portal and poof. Both of you disappeared from Headmistress Dowling's office.

Now, the truth is you thought you’d become stronger after all the training and the hard times you been through. But all this drama and truth takes the cake. How could you not run away after that overload of information?

Mums your Headmistress.. check

Dads the king of the Blood Witches…. check

Your future husband is your mothers best friend… check

Your bestfriend is actually your cousin… check

Your Auntie, the Queen of Solaria pretended you were dead and made you a changeling.. check

And to top it all off you were the answer to an ancient prophecy and apparently you were supposed to be the answer to the balance between good and evil. Just another day in the life of Y/N.

Even when you landed through the portal you were still hyperventilating. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Saul was on you again in a flash, trying to calm you down before your powers went haywire. Hey, at least you had an explanation for why they did that from time to time. You were more powerful than you’d ever thought possible.

“Angel, please try and breath, copy me, in and out, it’s okay, I’ve got you, i’m here, look at me. Y/N LOOK AT ME!” Sauls pleading and authoritative voice seemed to snap you from your panic. Your eyes were full of unshed tears and you felt physically drained. His arms came around you and his chin rested on the top of your head. God, you wanted to be mad at him for not telling you but you couldn’t. It wasn’t his place to tell you and you knew that. Plus, being in his arms was the only place you felt safe, you weren’t about to ruin that. You needed Saul more than he would ever know.

You calmed, peeking out of Sauls arms to take in your surroundings. You don’t know why your mind had taken you here, this was the last place you or Saul would probably want to see. Asterdale. The wind swept through your hair and spray from the ocean below dusted your tear streaked face.

“Saul, please, tell me what really happened here. I need to know the truth.” He nodded. You pictured the barrier around the building coming down and a flash of electricity bolted from your hands, the ruins now visible.

“It all started with Rosalind…..” He dove into telling you the truth about what really happened. How Rosalind had lead Farah, Ben and Saul to believe there was no one in the village, burned ones were the only ones left. Apparently Sky’s father had been part of her plan too, he knew the truth and Saul and him had a fight.. ending in Saul killing his best friend Andreas. It was all Rosalind’s fault.. Rosalind, the person Bloom was trying to free from Farah’s spells.

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It had been a few hours of just talking with Saul, laying in his arms, when you both decided to return to the school. By now, people would probably start to wonder where you both were and you didn’t need to make things any more suspicious. It was also still too dangerous to be out in the open like this.

Something about the school looked different to you now. Older, more worn down. Full of lies and secrets hidden in the walls. It was as if she sensed your presence. Farah was waiting on the steps outside, pacing nervously, your friends waiting along side her. You don’t know what compelled you to do it, one minute you were walking next to Saul, the next you were in front of Miss Dowling… your mum, and then you were in her arms. At first she stilled, shocked perhaps, then she hugged you with everything she had in her, tears flowing freely, mixing with your own. It felt right. It wasn’t her fault you were a changeling. If anything, it was just as unfair on her. The baby she was excited to have, was secretly taken away from her and for years she was lead to believe a cruel lie. You were pretty sure you even heard Saul sniffle from behind you.

Your friends had been filled in by Farah, she knew you would need support after the ordeals you’d gone through. There were no words for the shock everyone had experienced today. Yet, you still felt like something bigger was on the horizon.

The burned ones were still a major threat, Bloom was still having dreams about Rosalind, and Beatrix was locked up in some magic stealing cell. Most of all, you had a mother and a father and the King of the Blood Witches, well, he was still out there.

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okay so, this is a short chapter compared to what I usually post, it's more of like a filler chapter but I hope you still like it now you've learnt the story of the Reader and Farah's relationship! Please if you have any thoughts or ideas let them be heard in the comments!!! Please reblog/like/follow <3

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gaming-universe · 3 years

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Who We Are || Russell Adler

Call of Duty Black Ops: Cold War

-PART FOUR-

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR CALL OF DUTY BLACK OPS: COLD WAR! IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED/FINISHED THE CAMPAIGN THEN PLEASE DONT READ! Gore, violence, course language, mature content.

Summary: Betrayed and alone after surviving the events that took place on the Solovetsky Islands, Y/n ‘Bell’ L/n faces new and more dangerous threats when she learns that Perseus has other plans for his failed nuclear detonation of Europe. It was only a matter of time before Y/n came face to face with her old team. There is unfinished business between Y/n and Adler, as this operation proves to be more deadly than originally thought.

Author’s Note: So, after finishing the campaign, I needed to do Bell/Player and Adler justice. I loved this game so much, and chosing to play as the female character, I felt like there was a genuine connection between Bell and Adler throughout the game. There is a tag list open for anyone that wishes to stay up to date with the series. Simply comment below. Gif by @travelllar (Girl I’m using all your gifs they are absolutely amazing)

Another day, another sleepless night.

It was 5am, the sky a light deep blue, and the last of the Soviet soldiers were leaving town. They had searched almost every square inch of this small fishing village, searching for anyone that might be harboring the ones who broke into their base. You thanked whatever god there was that they seemed to forget about Viktor’s house, which was practically veiled by the night sky on a hill below the lighthouse.

You had been awake since one that morning, watching the Soviet soldiers busy about the town like flies on a wound. As dawn broke, you sighed heavily, closing your tired eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose. Your head throbbed painfully from the lack of sleep, but between your nightmares, reoccuring memories and the ruckas of the soldiers, you doubted you would have slept much at all anyway.

The door to the house opened softly, followed by light footsteps as they moved behind you to stand on your left. You didn’t have to turn to see who it was, the familiar stench of cigar smoke almost made you choke. You could see Adler in your peripherals just fine, you rolled your eyes in mild annoyance. “Do you always have to wear those aviators?” You found yourself asking, as the man in question began to chuckle. You heard him sigh “No, I don’t always have to wear them”.

“Do you have to wear them at 5am in the morning?”

“I suppose not-”

“Good, because you look stupid”.

Adler laughed again, releasing a stream of smoke from his lips as he shook his head in amusement. But doing as you had somewhat suggested, Adler removed his aviators, and hooked them over one of the open buttons of his shirt. The two of you stood in silence, watching as the sky began to turn an early morning grey. Adler huffed more smoke “Did you sleep last night?” He questioned lowly, now leaning his back against the white wooden railing and turning his head towards you.

Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you merely shrugged. “I don’t sleep much, not anymore...” You replied smoothly, now wishing that you had never said anything to begin with. You focused your gaze forward again as Adler’s expression fell, he brought the cigar to his lips. You watched as the waves danced in the early morning sunlight, remembering what is was like to be at their mercy. Adler moved closer to your form, flinching slightly as he watched your hands clench into tight fists. You flexed your fingers with a small wince, a sense of pride washing over you as you examined your bruised knuckles.

“How is your jaw?”

“Fucking sore, but thanks for asking”.

You laughed. A soft, genuine laugh as you finally turned to meet Adler’s gaze. His blue hues stared down into your (eye/colour) eyes with a mixture of emotions. His lips parted slightly as he went to speak, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I know you hate me, for everything I have done to you. Nothing I do will ever make up for the amount of shit I have put you through, but you have no idea how hard it was for me to do what I had to do...” He began, his grip on his cigar tightening. “I didn’t want to kill you, I really didn’t. But Park convinced me that killing you was better than the other option-”.

“And what would the other option have been?” You interrupted, folding your arms over your chest. Adler’s jaw clenched, “Letting you go through life not knowing who you were”. You scoffed loudly, stepping away from the taller man before you as you shook your head in disbelief. “She really convinced you that killing me was better than that!? Sure, I might not have ever figured out who I was before, but what was it you said to me after Cuba? ‘The CIA re-invented me’. I could have started a new life, Adler, and you fucking took that away from me” You growled, your eyes narrowing dangerously as you practically seethed with anger.

You paused for a moment to breathe, brushing stray strands of hair from your face as the wind blew in. There was so much more you wanted to say to him, so much you wanted to curse him for.

“Last night you asked me if I regretted it. If I regretted shooting you that day...” Adler spoke softly, almost painfully as his eyes suddenly became a darker shade of blue. “I regretted it, every single goddamned day afterward. And do you want to know why? Because a part of me hoped that you were alive. After you fell I...I hoped to god that you would resurface, that you would have survived that fall. But as the days went by, I realised you weren’t coming back, and that affected me, Y/n, it really did. When Woods and Mason found heard about what I did, they left, and you have no idea how pissed off Hudson was when he found out-”

“I would say just as pissed off as when he discovered that I was the Perseus Agent willing to defect and help the CIA take him down”.

Adler froze, his eyes widening significantly. For the first time in what you assumed was a long time, Adler was speechless. He stared at you completely dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for something to say. “I...w-what are you-”

“A few days before the whole incident at the airstrip, I sent an enrypted message to the CIA, telling them that I was willing to cooperate and answer any questions they might have had in regards to Perseus in exchange for asylum. I guess my message didn’t reach you in time-”

“But, if you were...” Adler trailed off, once again trying to make sense of things “Why didn’t you tell us? When we found you-”

“Things got a lot more complicated when Arash shot me, I think defecting was the last thing on my mind as I lay bleeding out in that car” You finished explaining, shivering slightly at the cool breeze. Adler hadn’t said a word since you finished your long explaination. He paced back and forth, running a hand along the back of his neck as he sighed heavily. You felt yourself tremble as his gaze focused on your form, he looked at you differently.

He looked at you the same way Mason had before Cuba, with pity, sadness, and empathy. “Y/n I...I’m so sorry, if I-” “Don’t apologise...” You interrupted, shrugging your shoulders awkwardly “I’m not mad about that. Actually, I am, but that isn’t the main issue”. Adler nodded, trying to regain his composure with a long draw of his cigar. You buried your hands beneath your arms, not wanting the man before you to notice their trembling. Clearing your throat, you averted your gaze back out to sea “Did you want to talk about last night, or did you want to wait for Woods and Mason?” You asked, trying to hide the slight shakiness of your voice.

You heard Adler sigh, “Y/n, I have to call Hudson. He needs to hear everything from us, and he will no doubt want to hear everything from you”.

Your blood turned to ice, a cold shiver running down your spine at his words. Call Hudson? You felt your stomach churn uneasily, you swallowed thickly and nervously. There was no way of telling how Hudson would react, how he would-

“Y/n...” Adler spoke softly, now standing before you with his eyes searching your distant expression for anything. Something that would give him an insight into what was going on in that head of yours. You turned to face him, looking up at him sadly. “You do what you need to do. But I just-”

“I know, I’ll take care of it. You can trust me-”

“Can I? Can I trust you?”

When Adler’s expression fell, you felt a strange sense of guilt consume you. You didn’t mean to be so hesitant toward him, you didn’t mean to be careful with who you trusted. But after everything that had been done to you...after everything that had happened...

You froze as Adler moved to step around you, your body becoming rigid as something warm was draped over your shoulders. It was then that you realised you had been shaking violently, and that Adler had given you his beloved brown leather jacket. You quickly spun around to face him, managing to catch the fleeting smile he gave you. Then you knew.

Adler understood. He understood where you were coming from. That you needed time to trust him again. “Like you said last night...” He began softly, giving you a barely there smile “no more lies, no more bullshit. Take things in your own time, but I want that jacket back, got it?”. With that being said, Adler turned slowly and made his way back inside, leaving you alone on the wooden terrace. When you were sure he was gone, you wrapped Adler’s jacket around your form tightly and collapsed to your knees, crying softly as strange, compassionate feelings overtook your worry, anxiety and guilt.

When you had calmed down, you leaned back against the wooden railing, letting your head rest against the wooden slats as you breathed deeply. You tried to ignore the scent of Adler’s jacket filling your nose, a mixture of old leather combined with cigar smoke and some kind of cologne.

As the sun began to peak through the grey clouds blanketing the islands, you decided that it was best for you to head inside. You still had the matters of last night to discuss, as well as the oh so joyous anticipation of waiting for Hudson to arrive.

After changing into more comfortable and warmer clothes, you begrudgingly gave Adler back his jacket, giving him a warm smile in thanks before disappearing into the living room.

Woods and Mason were playing poker with Viktor, and losing horribly. “How the fuck did you manage to get another royal flush?” Woods complained, this his cards down atop the coffee table with an annoyed groan “I swear you’ve rigged the damn thing”. Viktor chuckled, gathering his winnings with a sly wink in your direction as you passed. “When you have played this game for as long as I have, you learn all the tricks of the trade” He responded, as Woods threw his hands out in exasperation.

You watched on from the far wall, grinning as Mason caught your gaze. He waved you over “Hey Y/n, did you want to join us?” He asked, to which you shook you head with an amused scoff. “No thanks, I would like to keep my money-” “Wuss...” Woods teased “I’ll play for you” “No, I’m good thank you, but I appreciate the offer”.

Woods groaned again as Mason laughed, while Viktor practically bled them both dry. Adler emerged from the kitchen, moving to stand by your side. “Adler, lend me some money, I need beat this old man at least once!” Woods exclaimed, gesturing towards Viktor with an extended hand. Adler shook his head “No, I’m not doing that” He replied, glaring at Woods’ obscene gesture thrown in his direction. You chuckled quietly, looking up at the man beside you with a small shrug. “How did you go?” You asked, not liking the way his gaze fell. He huffed “Hudson has a few things to take care of in Washington before he gets here, but he plans on arriving sometime tonight”.

“Well, I guess we can’t really do anything until we inform him of what is going on then?”.

“We can prepare what we are going to say? Combine our knowledge”.

You nodded hesitantly “I really don’t know much. But whatever those soldiers were doing up there is in relation to something called Operation Hyrda”. The entire living room fell silent, as all eyes now focused on you. “Operation Hydra? What the hell is that?” Mason asked, his eyes narrowing in confusion. You sighed “From what I’ve remembered, Operation Hydra is a failsafe for Operation Greenlight. Reading that name back in that bunker triggered something. All I know so far, is that Perseus and I are the only ones who know of the failsafe”.

“And because we brainwashed you, you can’t remember what this Operation Hyrda entails” Adler interrupted, his eyes remaining trained on your smaller form. You nodded as Adler cursed, cringing at his dangerous tone “I’m trying to remember, if that helps-”

“I know you are, we’ll figure it out” Adler spoke distantly, before once again disappearing back into the kitchen. You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose with a groan. If only you could remember something, even if it was small. Every little detail counted right? A gentle hand was placed on your shoulder, causing you to flinch as your eyes lifted to meet the warm expression of Mason. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up about this...” He soothed “it’s not your fault you can’t remember”.

“I know, but knowing that I’m missing something important is just...” You paused, breathing deeply in through your nose and out through your mouth “I feel so fucking useless”.

“You might feel like that now, but it won’t always be like this...” Woods spoke solemnly from his position on the couch. “Sure, it might take you a while to remember things, but you will get there. Just don’t be so hard on yourself, alright?”. You nodded slowly, allowing his words to sink in. Though Woods did have a point, you couldn’t help but feel like a burden to the team.

As your lips parted to respond, there was a sharp knock at the door. Your head tilted to the side in confusion, your gaze meeting Woods and Masons’ who wore similar expressions. Adler emerged from the kitchen, carefully moving past you and Mason towards the front of the door. You waited anxiously as two voices echoed down into the living room. As footsteps approached, your body became rigid as Adler moved past you to stand on the other side of the room, followed by a woman you knew all too well.

Her midnight hair was slightly longer, but her brown eyes widened upon landing on your form before her expression hardened. All you could do was glare at Park, as she stood in the doorway to the living room.

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Icha Icha and Prejudice: The Book Club

Chapter IV: That Inner Voice

Eleven o'clock in the morning and Sakura was already upset. It was her first official vacation day, and it didn't start it as she had hoped. She had planned to sleep late, wake up in the most glorious and easy possible way with the felling of a long needy rested body. After all, she had to realise that Shizune and the Hokage were right, she needed to rest for a while, she was reaching the limits of her strength, and like this, she wasn't going to last long. So even if she was still a bit mad about the resolution, she finally came to terms with it, and it was ok.

What she has not been able to imagine was that after her furious outburst in the Hokage Tower, yesterday night, she would find herself immersed in a crazy game that Kakashi planned in less than a minute just to annoy her, disturb her, and of course, tease her. Dammed, he was smart. God, she hated that man.

'Yeah, tell yourself that till you believe it.'

Suddenly, she repeated Kakashi's recent message in her mind with a highly pitchy tone. It was not her sensei's voice, though.

'Hello there, Sakura.'

So she was back. After years of silence, her bitchy inner Sakura's voice came back to torment her mind and life. She turned on the bed, sinking her head in the pillow ready to grumble, and silent a scream of fury trying to escape from her frustrating throat. Perfect timing for the remarkable comeback. Perfect timing.

After her teen years, Sakura, under the Godaime tutelage, decided that inner Sakura was no longer necessary. She was pretty capable of analysing all the facts in front of her as well as her feelings, thoughts and attitudes, she no longer needed her alter ego to push her to act in this or that way, nor to show her the right path when she was lost. Generally, the correct direction of the inner Sakura was always the wrong one, but that she had only been able to see it after her failed attempt of relationship with Sasuke or any other man in the village.

The inner Sakura was impulsive, arrogant, prejudiced, and without a doubt much more daring than Sakura herself, and that did not suit her.

So, one morning, and just like that, the work, stress and the effort to make her inner voice disappeared went straight to the trash been, cause she was loudly back.

'Don't tell me that you didn't miss me.' the voice in her head said almost sad.

"No, I didn't. Not even a tiny bit." Great, now Sakura was talking to herself out loud.

'You are harsh with both of us, Sakura'

"No, I'm not. I worked hard for you to shut up, so, please..." Sakura pleaded.

'And yet, here I am.'

"What do you want?"

'The question is, what Do You want' annoying or not, inner Sakura's question was accurate and sharp. What was what she wanted?

"Arghh... fine! If you are here to stay, I hope, at least, for you to be useful."

'I'm all yours. Now get up, girl, we have things to do.'

Sakura finally accepted that the voice was back and resolved to went through everything with her in her mind. She didn't have much of an option, cause apparently, inner Sakura was not going to disappear any time soon. It was better to have a good relationship with her mind at this moment. Three weeks off was too much to think on her own. Maybe she had called her back. Perhaps it was a coping mechanism to go through her own personal hell with Icha Icha. Inner Sakura could be much more helpful with her sharp, bold thoughts. She was a natural teaser and a skilful trickster at times. She was the not so innocent part of her mind that incited thoughts that Sakura preferred to suppress. The inner Sakura's silence was what had allowed her not to have sex in all this time, putting all her libido in her work, making her see each man who passed by the hospital as an object of study and not as a possible good laid. Except maybe for Kakashi.

Hatake Kakashi, the Rokudaime, her Lord Sixth, her eternal sensei. The very same, that when he got sick or came back injured from a mission, he just wanted to be cared for by her. The one used to listen to her ramblings every day about new ideas, supporting all her projects. The one that one way or another was always by her side. Kakashi, the man with silver hair who aroused the entire village's curiosity and sighs even though no one, not even her, knew what was under the mask. The same man who could be severe enough to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, but who also read Icha Icha in public and even dared to flirt with her without shame or openness.

'You're so into him.' Inner Sakura spoke again suppressing a laugh.

"Oh please, It's not like that." Sakura dismissed her.

'How long are you going to live in denial, Sakura?'

"What do you mean?"

'Can't you see it for your own?'

"No..."

'Thank god I'm here then.'

Sakura stopped the conversation with her inner self because she really needed a cup o coffee first. She had spent the first hours of her morning texting with Kakashi and talking to herself, and it was already exhausting. How was she supposed to survive both of them? Passing by her living room to the kitchen, Sakura directed her view to the orange book on the table. Sooner or later, she would have to start reading. But first thing first: Breakfast.

After almost half an hour, Sakura finally was ready to face her destiny and her thoughts.

'Are you ready?' Inner Sakura was jumping all over her mind like a child in a kermesse.

"I guess..." Sakura answered nervously sitting in her couch, crouching her legs and taking the book in her hands.

'Imagine the things he had done with that book' Her mind was torturous libidinous.

"Let's just don't think about it, ok?"

'Oh, come on, don't act as if you were a virgin Sakura... Just imagine, the shower, the couch, the bed...'

"Please, don't be grossed" Sakura answered blushing deeply. Something burning was forming inside of her, and she was sure it wasn't just her chakra.

'You slut, you have already thought about that. You are so hot with him.' Inner Sakura was celebrating.

"Shut up."

Chapter I: The sunset. The light was slowly extinguishing on the cornfields making the shadows that were projected throughout the space even more orange. The summer rain's soft scent had left a persistent sweet aroma mixed with the lavenders that were only a few meters from where she was standing. The heat and humidity created a soft layer of sweat on her body, mixing her own body scent with that of her surroundings. She knew that she must have run away as soon as she saw him arriving at the village. Instead, she only could make it to the cornfield, a familiar place for both of them.

So cliche, Sakura thought with a grin on her face. She was sure that Kakashi was having it way harder than her. Though she had to recognise that even if Jiraiya didn't have Jane Austen's prose, it wasn't that bad. So far, it was an easy, perfectly innocent reading.

'Really Sakura? is that what you are thinking? A neat prose?' Inner Sakura jumped in her mind again a bit upset because up to now Sakura wasn't able to find nothing too thrilling in the first pages. Sakura didn't pay her any attention and kept reading, she was starting to relax about this whole thing of Kakashi's little obsession. It wasn't that bad.

He followed her without hesitation. He knew he would find her staring at the horizon, waiting for the night breeze to cool her feverish skin. She had always liked to feel the summer wind run across her ivory skin, bristling the hair on her arms, making her shiver. Her tousled hair floating freely, like her thoughts. He knew he would find her there, and right there, he would claim her just for himself.

Sakura sighed, the things were already starting to heat up but in a really smooth and slow path. The Sannin knew how to build tension and, what she heard Ino said once, a good slow-burn romance scenario. Inner Sakura was in silence, and she was immensely enjoying the reading. Actually, she was starting to think that she could spend the entire day at home reading. After all, it wasn't that hard.

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

Sakura looked for her cellphone. Inner Sakura was already starting to complain about the interruption, but she suddenly stopped.

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

18:30 H.Kakashi: Yo!

18:30 H.Kakashi: What are you doing, Sakura?

Sakura didn't know if to answer and play difficult, Inner Sakura was highly excited about those short, silly messages. Of course, Sakura answered, she had to follow the inner lead.

18:32: Hello, Sensei

18:32: Reading, you?

Sakura didn't come back to the book. She just fixed her stare in the device in her hand.

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

18:35: H.Kakashi: And?

Kakashi wasn't going to answer her, she was sure. She would have to give him something first. She knew her sensei like the palm of her hand.

18:36: It's ok so far

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

18:36 H.Kakashi: What?

18:36 H.Kakashi: Just ok?

18:37 H.Kakashi: Do you even know how to read, Sakura?

Sakura burst to laugh out loud in her home alone. He was such a spoiled child.

18:40: Yes Hokage Sama, it's ok, I haven't read much yet.

18:40: What about you? Working? Reading?

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

18:41 H.Kakashi: Actually, both.

18:41: And?

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

18:42 H.Kakashi: Work, awful, reading, quite interesting.

18:42 H.Kakashi: Tell me, Sakura, is it possible?

Sakura asked herself what was he talking about, Inner Sakura, invited to re questioned him.

18:45: What?

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

18:46 H.Kakashi: To have five daughters and take care of all of them, in a simple civilian life, plus a wife and listen to them all the time talking without a stop

Sakura laughed again.

18:47: So... You are feeling bad for the poor Mr Benett, right?

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

18:47 H.Kakashi: Who wouldn't...

18:48 H. Kakashi: Listen Sakura...

And for a moment he didn't say anything more.

18:55: What now?

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

18:55 H.Kakashi: Would you like to have dinner? Unless you already have plans. We don't need to talk about the books, in fact, we don't have to talk at all

Sakura stood frozen. What was wrong with him. Even if it was just a simple text, she could read need in his words.

'Don't you dare to say no' Inner Sakura adverted, forming a fist with her imaginary hand.

19:00: Rough day?

Bzzzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzzt

19:00 H. Kakashi: You can't imagine.

Sakura smiled.

19:01: Then you'll have to tell me.

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Day 11: Defining Moment

What was their coming-of-age moment? A point where everything changed?

@arcana-echoes

Surviving The Massacre of Rồngkarst — Bảo

He’s witnessed many of his friends die around him . . . and that was even before this particular event happened.

In short, after R left Mai and Bảo hanging out to dry, the latter had joined the local militia in order to keep the Province of Rồngkarst safe from invaders. This was one of the darkest parts of Bảo’s life . . .

He doesn’t look back at this period of time fondly.

At the time, Bảo was primarily tasked doing night patrols in and out of the forest along Rồngkarst’s border. Risks of ambush from the enemy were high, but he was one of the luckiest ones: he never encountered one.

Having lost a lot—friends, even his will to live at one point but that’s another story—the only thing keeping him going was Mai’s daughter, his little niece. The little girl always searched for him when he wasn’t on patrol, wanting to spend almost every single minute with him. While it was impossible for that to happen, Bảo often indulged Liên when his sister visited.

This is beside the fact that Mai and her husband, Nhung, were often at each other’s throats, yelling and screaming, having no mind to handle it like the adults they should be in front of their daughter.

Before long, occupying soldiers from Leysương’s capital start to claim that there were traitors in their midst. Everyone finds this ludicrous, but it puts everyone in the village on edge.

One day, it comes to a point when the soldiers started round up all the members of the militia. Bảo gives a heads up for his sister to hide Liên away . . .

There was going to be blood.

The one in charge of this lot of soldiers lined up all the members of the militia, and started to count off. After a certain number, someone would be killed. Blood started to rain onto the ground, and at one point Bảo was sure that he was going to die that day.

Closer and closer, the leader was getting to where Bảo was. In one moment, Bảo felt the blood spray of a person beside him spurt, and then the body crumpled to the ground.

He’d been spared.

After the damage was done, other troops from the soldiers’ encampment came in and surrounded around the murderous comrades.

After the bodies were marked for burial and their families notified, Bảo is washing the blood out of his hair. His hair is jet black, down to his lower back. He will keep scrubbing, scrubbing and scrubbing until he ruins the ends of his hair.

Within an hour, he and several other survivors are there banished. Their hair is cut, a mark of shame.

Bảo is haunted the most by when his niece followed behind this group. The innocent child was pleading, asking why they were leaving. Mai had to pick her up and carry her back to the village.

Once they were out of sight, Bảo sank into the bottom of the cart he had settled in, and cried.

He hasn’t been back since.

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"Congratulations, You’re Pregnant!” — Walterine

On the day she found out she was pregnant, her world turned sideways. Her family, her father and cousin Selasi the exceptions, came down on her, hard and mean.

While she wasn’t disowned, for a few months, Walterine was a persona non grata.

She couldn’t eat some things, she needed to move her bedroom to the downstairs, she had to make room for the new baby, etc etc etc etc.

James had stepped up to be the role of the father to her baby. As emotionally wrought as Walt was, she was often caught between wanting to scream at him or to cry into his comforting arms.

Spoiler alert: she did both. There are times to this day that Walt wonders why he stuck around . . . but she is thankful for him being there all the more.

Add Bảo to this mix, and hello! We got one interesting family, ha ha.

If Walt had a chance to do it all again, she’d still keep Neha, and take James and Bảo as her lawfully wedded husbands.

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Debut Performance — James

“‘Twas not in my time, 'twas not in your time, but it was in somebody's time that one of our people became the one we know as the Red Deer. We pay homage to our patron for their noble sacrifice to save our people.”

People around the bonfire whoop and cheer. James’s nerves settle a bit, and he continues—

“No one can agree what their name once was, but we can agree to call them An Ceann Ciúin: The Silent One.

“As a child, they were mute. While it was a hindrance in getting their point across to their people, An Ceann Ciúin’s bravery was unmatched in the battlefield.

“During one such battle, one of the bloodthirstiest gods we know joined the fray on our enemy’s side. Everyone was ready to throw down their arms and surrender or make a commitment to take their own lives, for being dead was better than a prisoner of the Alban.”

“BETTER TA BE DEAD THAN TORTURED!“

“OR BE A SLAVE!!!”

The crowd is a mix of laughter from the warrior’s antics, or a smattering of shushing from the other seanchaidhe, Oisín especially.

James waits for the rest of them calm down before he continues.

“An Ceann Ciúin, the mad lad—he gets a few laughs with that; his father shakes his head, but he smiles, nodding—armed with only their shield and swiftness, rammed themself through a slew of enemy warriors. They did not stop until the boss of his shield slammed into the god aiding the enemy. The wind properly knocked out of the deity, our ancestors caught the second wind they needed to rejoin the fight.

Everyone shifts, murmuring among themselves. James takes this as them readying themselves for what was to come.

“As An Ceann Ciúin looked upon the unconscious god, it’s with horror they saw. . . they saw. . .”

James stops, realizing the air around the bonfire had become tense. He wonders why; he wasn’t at the horrifying part of the story yet . . .

It’s then that James finally saw that his mother was standing upon one of the nearby stumps, eyes squinted toward the distant darkness.

“Mum?” James whispers.

Brígh cups her hands behind her ears, listening. James listens too, unsure what to listen for.

Ice freezes his heart, realizing what was going on. The trees were rustling more than usual, and there were marching footsteps in the distance.

He and the rest of the Banbha just about jump out of their skin as his mother grabs for her broadsword, screaming “SCOURGE O—”

A spear flies out of the darkness, impaling itself into her shoulder. The force of it takes her down hard, stunning her into the dirt.

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Something’s Wrong With Lyra — Neha

They came back as soon as they heard that Vesuvia had re-opened their borders. It took them six months to get everything in order, and Neha could not be happier once they returned to Vesuvia.

First stop: Baba’s shop to see if Lyra was there.

As it turns out, she wasn’t there. Oddly enough, there was quite the layer of dust on everything . . .

That was fine: her sister was probably at The Shop! Neha made a beeline there immediately, not taking any time to say hi to their neighbors. She had more important business at hand!

When Neha got there, she was elated to see that The Shop was open. A customer had just left, leaving just enough room for Neha to squeeze in through the door.

“LYRA!!!” Neha calls out, grinning. “There you are! You made it!!!”

Lyra is behind the glass case, standing beside Asra. The latter seems alarmed by the fact Neha was right there, in the shop.

“Oh c’mon, can I get a hug?” Neha steps toward, arms outstretched.

“Neha wait—”

To both their horror, Lyra collapses to the ground, hitting her head on the counter.

“LYRA!?” Neha screams, rushing to kneel beside Lyra. “Ly, Ly, c’mon, this isn’t funny—”

Lyra’s eyes are wide open, but her pupils are constricted. Her eyes look so dull . . . what, what was going on!?

Asra swears under his breath. He reaches out to Lyra, holding her head in his hands, his thumbs over where the third eye chakra would be.

He whispers something, and a whorl of magic surrounds Lyra’s head before it dissipates into her skin.

Slowly, Lyra’s eyes close. She looks like she’s asleep . . .

“Asra, what the fuck!?” Neha whispers loudly, standing up as Asra scoops her up in his arms, turning to make the hike up to the upstairs bedroom. “Asra! Asra, what the fuck is wrong with her!?”

As the cloud-haired magician ascends to the top of the stairs, Walt opens the shop’s door, bewildered as her daughter starts to scream expletives at Asra, demanding answers.

Asra comes back down the stairs, and unbeknownst to Neha—she’s going through a lot, okay—Asra’s shoulders had the weight of the world three times over.

Walt holds Neha in her arms, hugging her daughter tight as the poor girl sobs into her chest.

Thanks for reading! See you all on the next one~.

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Request: Embarrassment (Alec Volturi x Reader)

Seeing as an immortal was remarkable. Nothing like a humans sight. Alec could only watch as you put an unknown balm of sorts across your lips, whilst he didn’t know what it actually was. He could see your lips glisten from the light and re-hydrate. Whenever you applied eye shadows, he could see every bit of pigment. Glitter particles burst away from your brush gliding across your eyelids and land on your lashes or into the air. It was magnificent.

Of course, Alec would never let you know that. You were not what he planned for himself. You scared him and so he fought to find the courage to lash out at you and he did. He couldn’t allow you the time to accept him because that meant he’d have to accept you and that was proving very difficult to fight off. He didn’t want to say the words but he felt them, he didn’t want to say that he loved you.

"I don't want you here." Alec snapped. “You’re disgusting and pathetic.” Alec made you feel like a problem. He made you seem malevolent and perhaps that’s really what he thought of you as a human but it was wrong. Alec was cruel, it made his words ironic. What became worse was that he only did it in front of Jane and never stopped until you were close to tears. He laughed with Jane but you weren’t sure if he really found it amusing.As always, you turned away from the twins, using your arm to block direct sight of your face. You bit your lip lightly, swallowing back tears. This was how it went for weeks, three to be exact before Alec felt he’d lose his mind.

Somehow you crawled into his brain, he couldn’t get you out of his mind. It made him angry. It was only a matter of time before he confronted you. “When will you give in, hm?” He backed you into the wall behind you. “I’m not doing anything.” You said hurriedly and Alec smirked. “I don’t know who you’re looking for but i’m not them.” You were looking for the good side of Alec, the nicer version of him. The one he hid from the world. “What? because i see the good in you? That’s what has you upset?” “You’re annoying. You cling to me like a lost puppy and it’s sickening, making everyone around you feel sympathy for you. You’re pathetic.” He sneered. There was silence for a moment before you spoke up. "Perhaps you're not so sure if humans are so replaceable anymore and realising we're all just water that slips through your fingers. Even if you want us to stay." Tears welled in your eyes. Your jaw locked tight. You moved away before walking away, tears building in your eyes.

Alec was in turmoil ever since. He hated to say it but he enjoyed having you at his side, it was like the final missing piece of the puzzle had been out in place. There was truth in your words. Every human was irreplaceable and he was aware that he could lose you at any moment. It scared him and he despised that you, a human, ever had such a hold on him.

Somehow all of that emotion drove him to Marcus’ study. "You know, people say falling in love changes you and I don't want that. Jane and I... we're just fine. I can't leave her behind." Alec said with a stuff jaw. Marcus tilted his head. "Alec, you wouldn't be leaving her at all. Falling in love is normal. It happens to everyone you open your heart to someone who you can trust and-" "but I don't want that!" Alec snapped, shaking his head. "I don't need change. I don't want it." "No one does." Marcus drawled. "Change happens every day and if I were you, I'd learn to get used to it because this is what life is. Think about (Y/N), how many times have you turned their world upside down? So why don't you tell me how you you're feeling whilst knowing there is a human in this castle who has learned that vampires do exist and they are falling in love with one of them." Marcus sent a pointed look to Alec, making him see from your perspective. "You don't need a lecture from me because you know what you're doing. Yourself and Jane. You both know the torment you're putting that human through and I'd rethink it because in time you'll regret that and (Y/N) might not be here to see it." Marcus said flatly. "If they're my mate- they'd be changed." "Yes, but only if they could bare to be around you. Would you wish to spend eternity with someone who doesn't show you respect and enjoys tormenting you?"

Two months passed and you were willing to force yourself to finally let go of Alec and move on. Yet somehow he seemed to sense that or just had perfect timing because he got you alone one night and decided he was ready to talk. You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling a slight chill in the breeze. ”I can’t imagine going across the world to save someone.” Alec said, his mind on the human girl who rescued Edward Cullen. It was madness to him. You sighed, although it would have been exasperation you were too tired of the situation to even fully project exasperation. Your words barely escaping. “I think the only person i’d ever travel across the world to save is you.” You said in thought. Alec turned his head to look at you before looking back at the entrance.

After all this time, he thought he’d have to be told who to love and how to do it but Alec’s gaze softened as he realised that he knew even after all this time. He knew how to love and he knew he loved you. Alec didn’t know what to do with his new revelation.

You entered the room to see Alec sit on a couch, his back to you, deep in thought with his hands covering his mouth. Silently you said nothing, knowing he knew you were there but you didn't want to ask him what was wrong. That didn't seem to be what Alec needed in that moment but you didn't want to leave him. Alec jolted slightly, taken by surprise as you sat next to him, leaving no space between you and wrapped an arm around him. You put your head on his shoulder, saying nothing and somehow it comforted Alec. He felt safe. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes but allowed you to hold him. Alec was struggling and you both knew it. Although only Alec knew why. He wasn't used to having such strong feelings for others like love. He held love for his sister, love for Aro to an extent but neither was love like this. His love for you was completely different in form and he didn't know what to do with it. He didn't know how to feel about it.

"I'm angry at them. Your village." You finally said quietly. Alec's face contorted to slight confusion but he remained silent. "I'm angry anyone could ever do that you. I'm angry at what they made you. I get angry at you for letting them turn you into such a cold, hurtful person." You swallowed back tears. "Despite you and despite me, it doesn't change that I always find myself coming back to you. My anger towards you...it always fades and I'm left with the want to come back to you." You shook your head. "It's not fair but...that's it. I can't change it. I don't want to change it." Alec turned to face you. "Truth be told Alec..." You paused. “You are like no one I’ve ever met.” You said and he was quick to respond. “You are like no one I’ve ever met in my many many years of existence.” It seemed like he couldn’t believe just how unique you were and how you always drew him back in. “I’m not supposed to care about you.” He mumbled. His gaze turned pointed, piercing into your eyes. “Yet I do.”

Ever since you comforted him that night, he was back to being cold and distant towards you. In fact, he was worse than he had ever been. It hurt you badly. It hurt to be treated so badly by someone you loved. You hated that you loved Alec, now more than ever. "Do you enjoy hurting me?" You asked finally. "Or do you just want to continue your fueling your pity party?" You didn't even wait for an answer, storming away in anger and hurt. You would never be enough for Alec. He'd always be embarrassed of you, pushing you away from him and all because you were human. It was tiring. He was tiring.

This time, he got you alone and into the plaza, it was in the dead of night, only orange hues of lamp posts lighting the streets. You sighed. "I really liked you." "That was always the problem." Alec said. "Because I really loved you." He shrugged. "Neither of us can pretend we even stopped either." "What?" You asked. "You really like me and I really love you." Alec corrected. Slowly, you shook your head. "No...no you don't. You hate me. You...you never want to be around me. You're embarrassed of me. I'm not enough for you." You said hurriedly and a look of contorted Alec's face. "No!" He grabbed your wrists firmly, tugging you to look at him. "Listen to me." Alec pleaded. "I couldn't face it. I couldn't. I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to grow so attached to you but I couldn't stop it! I tried so hard to keep you away but I couldn't do it. Before i knew it, I didn't want you away from me and it scared me but now it terrifies me that I could lose you. Please! Please, believe me!" Alec was borderline hysterical as you felt a tear run down your face. "You are not perfect...but you are my whole world!" Alec cried. "No, I don't need you but I want you more than anything. My heart is cold and dead and completely yours." As though to prove it, Alec grasped your shirt lightly and tugged you towards him with only three fingers. You looked up at him before nodding slightly. In one quick motion he moved again but didn't create any more distance. Alec's hands on either side of your head, held you to him. "Listen, no matter what anyone tells you, promise me you'll remember I love you. No matter what anyone tells you- not even me." Alec said firmly.

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erekiosuncreativeideas · 4 years

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Being Human - Chapter 02

<= Chapter 01

Summary : Snatcher is not having a good time. Also available on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/24826561/chapters/60233137

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Hey hey heeeey, new chapter ! Hope you'll like it !

Also, I never expected so many good reactions, on the first chapter ! Thank you so much everyone, it means a lot to me ! I really hope you'll enjoy this fanfic !

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Chapter 2 - “How can any of this be okay? Are you blind?”

Snatcher didn’t really know how long he had been crying. Maybe it was mere minutes, maybe it was hours… The shade wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure of anything anymore. The world had just collapsed beneath him, taking him down to a pit of pure despair. He couldn’t help but hope this was just an immense joke, that the kids were just playing with him, but the more time passed… The more unlikely it became.

It was just -oh- so very real. No matter how much he wished to go back to his spectral form, it was just not going to happen.

The ghost’s face was red and his eyes were puffy from all of his cryings. They stung and the feeling of his cold tears on his cheeks was unpleasant. His nose was stuffed and he was forced to breathe through his mouth when he wasn’t even able to swallow his own saliva yet. The overstimulation was killing him: even the littlest thing felt extremely intense for him, making him unable to focus. He could barely hear his own thoughts, buried under all of those terrible and awful sensations. This was just a pure nightmare.

He could feel the kids’ hands rubbing his back gently and carefully as he kept sobbing, unable to stop. Breathing was difficult and he couldn’t hold back some coughs as tears left his eyes. He probably looked so stupid, so pitiful, so… Pathetic. The same reasons he hated his past self which, ironically, had never been so true before, now that he was back in his old body. Why did it have to happen to him, of all people?

The spirit sniffed loudly and, after a while, he didn’t have any more tears to cry. His eyes just stung and he felt a lump in his throat. He slowly lifted his head again, meeting the children’s eyes once more. They were still watching him with worry, with pity.

Snatcher hated those expressions.

-“It’s going to be okay,” said the bow-wearing kid, tilting her head on the side as she tried to reassure him. The ghost, however, was very much not reassured and let a scoff leave his lips. He opened his own mouth to answer, still with difficulty. Moving a tongue he didn’t have earlier the same day was particularly hard.

-“Are you joking, kiddo?” he retorted, with a mix of sarcasm and bitterness in his voice: “How can any of this be okay? Are you blind?”

The older kid punched him lightly in his left shoulder, making him wince at the wave of unwanted sensations hitting him hard:

-“Hey, don’t talk to her like that!” she reprimanded him with a frown: “She’s trying to be helpful!”

In hindsight, the younger child was trying to be helpful, yes. At his remark, the latter had knitted her brow, probably not knowing what to do or what to say after the way he had replied to her. Her older best friend, however, was not happy with that. And, if Snatcher had been in a better state of mind, maybe he would have understood his lack of tact.

Yet, the ghost was not feeling well at all. Nothing mattered to him anymore, not if he had to stay like this.

-“Helpful?” he repeated, furious: “Unless you can make me a ghost again, I’m sorry, but you are not being helpful,” he spat, glaring at the hatted child.

The two kids stared at him, astonished by his attitude. In a way, he had always been mean and hurtful, yet… There was something else, something new, that was much more malicious and cruel in his words. It was not his usual sarcasm, his normal bitterness, no, on the contrary.

His sentences were full of hatred, a point that the kids definitely didn’t miss.

The hatted brat’s face contorted in anger, surely not believing how spiteful he was being to them after the way they tried to comfort him:

-“Are you serious?” she argued, absolutely mad: “You threw the Time Piece! You’re the reason you’re a pecking human again!” she fumed, gesturing to him as she kept going: “You’ve been crying for half an hour and now you’re being like this? Seriously?”

The spirit squinted, not liking her tone at all. She dared raise her voice at him, the powerful soul-stealing ghost? Well, in a way, he wasn’t that powerful anymore, but still. He had killed many people for much less.

-“I don’t want your pity, kid,” he warned, trying to mimic his old threatening voice, though it wasn’t as successful as he hoped: “And I certainly don’t need someone to comfort me.”

Silence fell between the trio. He and the hatted child were looking daggers at each other, waiting for one to glance away or to blink. The younger brat was watching them, not knowing what to do. Eventually, her best friend looked away and crossed her arms:

-“You know what?” she challenged: “Fine. Since you’re doing so well on your own, well, we’ll leave you be!” she declared, very irritated, before turning to the bow-wearing child: “Come on, Bow, let’s go.”

The latter seemed hesitant and glanced between him and her friend, clear remorse showing on her face. But her friend was much too angry to care and insisted: “You heard him very well, he doesn’t need us.”

She then took the younger’s hand, pulling her away from the spirit, and added, darkly: “So let’s go.”

The bow-wearing kid gave him one last look before turning around, following her best friend silently. The ghost watched them go away, clenching his teeth as he was trying his best to straighten up. He heard several of his joints crack from the movement and he grimaced as he did everything he could to ignore how much it disgusted him. God, human bodies were so gross.

Soon, the little girls disappeared from his sight and he was alone again. The shade stared into space as he sighed, exasperated: he didn’t need them. They weren’t going to help him anyway, he might as well try to find a solution to his problem by himself! Yeah, after all, that’s what he had done for all those years, fighting Vanessa all on his own! How hard would it be to occupy a human body for a while? He had to fix this whole situation, the contrary wasn’t an option. No matter how much time it would take him, he was determined to try anything if it meant he would be back to his old self. Well, he didn’t have much of a choice anyway. After all, if he didn’t…

Subcon would freeze again with Vanessa’s magic spreading ice everywhere. Snatcher and his powers were the only reason the forest and the village were safe from her. He had no idea how many days or months he had left until the situation went from bad to catastrophic… It probably depended on Vanessa’s mood and whether she learnt about what had just happened to him or not.

Oh, God, if she ever learnt about this…

The ghost forced this thought out of his mind and shook his head. He regretted the gesture immediately, as it made him nauseous almost instantly. He had the impression someone had just hit him violently on the head with a bat and he couldn’t help but bring his hands to his temples. His fingers massaged the skin, pressing against it as he shut his eyes hard. He shouldn’t have cried earlier, it made the pain so much worse.

Little by little, the shade pulled himself together and attempted to sit up once more. The movement was hard and awkward, since it meant he had to use a lot of muscles and articulations at the same time. Snatcher had possessed many people in the past and had shapeshifted into humanoid forms a lot as well… But controlling an actual body, a living one, one that used to be his own? This was entirely new or, well, something he hadn’t done for centuries. When he tried to move his legs, he realized with horror that they weren’t moving the way he wanted them to. It was just so hard, so confusing, so… Imprecise. His legs were heavy, they were long, and he just knew he wouldn’t be able to stand up. Balance was something very precise and extremely easy to disturb. Snatcher would just be like a baby trying to walk by himself. He groaned at the thought, feeling even more pathetic. Just like he used to be when he was alive… How ironic.

The shade put his hands on the ground and tried to push himself up, clenching his jaw hard as he used all his strength. The movement made him whine in pain and displeasure as he felt the clothes rubbing against his skin, much more than before. He quickly lost his balance and fell back on the grass, feeling even weaker than he already was. He was so miserable.

Rage started to build up inside him again and, with more determination, he attempted to stand up once more. He had to get up, he had to go back to his home: maybe there would be something in his books helping him to go back to normal… Yet, he couldn’t help but feel quite pessimistic at the idea: after all, his problem had been caused by a Time Piece and he had never heard of those before… So the probability of finding anything related to it was quite low. Still, this was his only chance, since the brats had claimed they couldn’t help him. The shade let out a bitter scoff: ha, they didn’t even try! Yeah, they were some time and space experts, so what? Those were just words!

The spirit tried to get up again, in vain. He fell on his side and a silent cry left his lips at the shock. It hadn’t been particularly painful, so to speak, but the intensity of all the sensations engulfing him at the same time hit him very hard. He missed not being able to feel anything… Especially when feeling things led him to fall down multiple times.

He remained motionless for a while, trying to find the strength to straighten up once more, ignoring how exhausted he was starting to become. This wasn’t working. Maybe he needed something to help him? A branch or anything else? Snatcher examined his surroundings, looking for something he could use. His eyes fell on a nearby tree, which was large enough for him to hold. Putting most of his pride aside, the shade looked around him to make sure no one would see him, and he started to crawl. As soon as his body began to slide on the ground, Snatcher shut his eyes, loathing how intense his sense of touch was. He could feel the skin of his stomach rubbing against his clothes, he could feel the pressure of his own body to the ground, the feeling of gravity pulling him down… This was pure torture. He dug his fingers into the dirt, trying to pull himself forward. Some dirt stuck itself under his nails and he let another cry out at the sensation. It was awful, so awful, he just wanted it to be over… Why couldn’t this be easier? Why did he have to feel such horrible things? Everything hurt, everything was just so intense, he hated all of this!

The ghost had to stop midway, unable to do it in one go. He took advantage of this little break to breathe, trying his best to calm his heartbeat down. He could sense its pounding in his chest, quick and loud in his ears. When he felt comfortable enough, he kept going, hoping this would soon be over.

When the spirit managed to get to the tree, he approached his hands from it and wrapped his arms around it. His face was stuck on the bark and the contact made him grimace. He tried to get away from it, but he knew he wouldn’t be as stable otherwise. With a lot of unwillingness, the shade forced himself to get closer again and he took a deep breath.

This was now or never.

Digging his nails into the bark, Snatcher pulled himself higher, having trouble moving his legs as he did so. No matter how much he was trying to use them as a way to push himself up, they just slipped under him. Soon, all he could do to stay somewhat stable was to cling on the tree, his nails hurting from how much he was putting pressure on them. For a few seconds, he remained perfectly immobile, not daring to move, stuck in a very embarrassing position. His bottom was turned up, while his upper body was stuck to the bark, his arms around the tree.

This couldn’t be happening. This just couldn’t be happening.

Tentatively, the shade attempted to move his feet again, in order to straighten himself. For a brief moment, he thought it was working, because he did manage to push himself higher against the tree. However, before he was able to do anything more, his feet slipped under him, and he fell down. His chin hit one of the roots of the tree, making him scream from the sudden pain. Snatcher instantly brought his hands to his bruised skin and hold back another scream, only letting out a high and long hum of pain. New tears appeared in the corner of his eyes and, feeling his resolve crumple little by little, he curled up just like before.

He was so pathetic, so miserable… Maybe even more than how he used to be back when he was alive. Somehow, the thought hurt him even more than the previous bump on his chin, much more. Slowly, he started to sob, curling up more and more as his cries became louder. Why was this happening to him? Why? Why, why, why? This wasn’t fair! He didn’t deserve any of this!

Everything was just so painful. Moving, breathing, crying… Everything was. He had trouble to breathe, having his nose clogging up again because of his second meltdown. His body began to shake. It was unnoticeable at first, but it quickly evolved in something much more worrying. Who cared? Maybe if he just died again, he would go back at his previous ghostly form!

A sad and bitter smile appeared on his lips: yes, maybe it was the solution. To be back as a ghost, one had to die… Why wouldn’t this time be any different? Maybe if he just let himself to die, everything would go back to normal. At this point, he had no other options… The kids couldn’t help him, he wasn’t able to move by himself, and no one was nearby to help him… His pride absolutely loathed the idea of asking for help, especially with the way he probably looked at the moment, but… This was a very peculiar situation, one that needed exceptions.

It still made him sick just to imagine it.

His sobs increased, echoing all around him in a heavy silence. He was alone, so alone. For a few minutes, he really thought that his plan would work as intended: he would wait for death and come back as a ghost, just like he had planned… But then, he heard quick footsteps approaching him, as if someone was running in his direction. He barely had time to lift his head that a panicked and crying voice rang in his ears, making him wince once more:

-“Sorry, we’re so sorry!” The shade recognized the voice of the bow-wearing kid and, soon enough he felt her hands touching him, as if she was holding him. He jumped at the contact, definitely not used to it. Not long after that, he felt another set of arms hugging him close and tight:

-“Are you okay?” it was the hatted brat. She wasn’t exactly crying but, when Snatcher moved a bit to look at her, guilt was all over her face. She was very close to join her best friend’s cries, her voice trembling when she spoke again: “I’m sorry, I was mad! Bow told me to go back, but I didn’t want to listen! I’m so sorry!”

Snatcher’s surprise and astonishment stopped his sobs, and his eyes glanced between the two kids. He was about to try and push them away, wanting to keep some dignity, but then another voice made him freeze completely.

-“Hey, kids? What are you doing?” it asked, with a confused tone: “Who’s that guy?”

It was a subconite, a few feet away from them. The minion hadn’t caught a good sight of Snatcher’s face yet and thus hadn’t recognized him. The ghost felt the kids freeze just like him, staring at the little being as it was walking closer and closer.

This was going to be so awful.

Snatcher was not ready. He was not ready for this at all. As he heard the subconite getting closer and closer, he pushed his head on the side, shutting his eyes. How was he going to explain any of this? How would his minions react at how pathetic he was right now? He didn’t want to be laughed at, he didn’t want to be pitied at… He wanted to be feared. And, as of now, the ghost would certainly not intimidate anyone, especially with how miserable he was being.

He heard the footsteps stopping next to him and the minion’s voice forced him to come back to reality and to deal with this whole situation.

-“… Boss?” they asked, clear confusion and astonishment audible in their intonation. The ghost felt the kids letting go of him and, if the context was better, he would have felt grateful for that. But at the moment, he was just very nervous and very anxious at the imminent conversation with his minion. Snatcher didn’t want to do that right now, he was already suffering so much because of this stupid body… And now he had to deal with this too?

He didn’t even want to imagine what it would be like, showing himself like this to Moonjumper… He instantly tried to push that thought away, really not wanting to deal with that right now. It was enough at it was currently.

Eventually, the spirit turned his head towards his minion, slowly, very slowly. His body was shaking again, but whether it was out of fear or out of pain, he couldn’t tell. Everything was just so mixed up and his mind wasn’t able to tell what was what anymore. His eyes met the “face” of the little being. The latter made a few steps backwards as his suspicions had been confirmed by seeing the spirit’s face, red and full of tears.

-“It’s… It’s really you,” they murmured, not believing what they were seeing: “What happened?”

Their tone and gestures were full of concern and they got closer again. Any person new to Subcon and its dark atmosphere would have trouble deciphering the emotions showed by the minions, since they had no face to show them directly, but… For Snatcher, it was all very clear. He knew much more about them than what he liked to show. In that particular case, the way the little being was acting, the way they moved, the way they spoke, the way they were fidgeting… Those were all perfectly clear signs for the ghost.

Snatcher frowned, quickly drying his tears on his sleeves. Not that he had much dignity left, anyway.

-“Please don’t tell anyone for now,” he asked, looking at them gravely. He wasn’t presentable and if the other minions saw him like this… They would most likely panic, considering he was their only way of keeping Subcon safe and warm.

The subconite remained motionless, visibly hesitant and perplexed, and a brief silence settled between them. The hatted child was the one to break it, in order to explain what had happened to the clueless servant:

-“He… He broke a Time Piece,” she added, glancing between Snatcher and his minions. Her best friend started to pat his back again, making him wince and move away from the touch. She still put her hand back on him, trying to comfort him. The subconite didn’t miss his refusal for contact and approached the ghost, clearly more worried than before:

-“Are you okay, Boss? Are you hurt?” they questioned, examining the shade’s body, looking for any possible injuries. Well, his chin was bruised, just like his body probably was because of his earlier falls… But pain was just one of the many, many unwanted sensations Snatcher was currently feeling.

-“Of course I am!” he assured, still determined not to look more miserable than he already was. He straightened up, trying very hard not to grimace for the tenth time as he did so. It would be lying to say that he was fine. He definitely was not. Thus, he added, with a low voice: “Well, it’s just… Kind of oversensitive.”

The subconite fell silent for a few seconds, watching the kids still trying to rub his shoulders in order to comfort him. A “look” of realization appeared on their inexistent features and they ran to the kids, snapping their hands away sharply.

-“Stop that!” they scolded, clearly angry, then gestured to the ghost, who was surprised by the sudden movement next to him: “He just said he didn’t like to be touched!”

The kids stepped away, glancing at each other then to the minion, confused.

-“He… He didn’t-” started the bow-wearing kid, not understanding what it was all about. Her older friend looked just the same, not getting what the subconite was trying to say to them. The latter seemed to grow even more irritated at their oblivious attitude. They tilted their head on the side, as if they were rolling their eyes.

-“Can’t you see?!” they rose the tone of their voice, absolutely livid: “The Boss has been dead for years! Dead people can’t feel anything at all! How would you feel if you had to experience sensing things all of a sudden?!”

The kids’ expression crumpled as they seemed to understand what the other was trying to explain. Soon, new tears appeared in their eyes and they started to sob, silently at first, but louder and louder as seconds passed. Snatcher’s eyes widened at the sight and he froze, not knowing what to do or what to say. The sound of their cries rang in the spirit’s head, as if someone was hitting his brain with a bat, repeatedly. He closed his eyes and extended a trembling hand in their direction, ready to do anything so it would just stop:

-“It’s fine, it’s fine! Stop crying, for the love of God!” he pleaded, clenching his teeth and holding his head with his free hand. But apparently, it was the wrong thing to do, as the little girls began to cry louder, apologizing:

-“We’re sorry, Snatcher!” stuttered the hatted brat, sniffing loudly. Her younger friend was sobbing even louder, covering her face with her hands. The ghost could hear the latter’s voice through her fingers, with an intonation full of guilt:

-“I’m sorry for touching you!” she sputtered, her shoulders moving up and down as she continued crying: “I didn’t think it would hurt you!”

The shade couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore, as the voice of the little girls were killing him. He felt like he was about to faint if it continued any longer. However, he heard the minion shushing them and a wave of relief engulfed him.

-“Shhh, shhh!” they reprimanded the kids, putting his finger in front of his cloak, as if he had a mouth: “You’re making it worse!”

This seemed to be enough to calm the children down and the spirit heard them trying to hold back their sobs. Snatcher’s head felt much better, not hearing the high-pitched voice of the two brats crying so loudly. Little by little, the shade reopened his eyes and gave a weak nod to his minion, thanking him for his intervention. The little being gave him a thumb up with his mitten-like hand:

-“Anytime, Boss.”

The shade took a deep breath and looked at their surroundings. No one had seemed to notice them yet, which was a good thing. It would only bring even more trouble… Next to the subconite, the little girls stood silently, drying up their tears on their sleeves. Just like him, their faces were red and puffy, their nose clogged up as well. At least, they were being calm, now… It was still something.

-“Okay… Okay,” he said to himself, trying to pull himself together. Then, he turned to the trio in front of him: “I might find a cure to this if I manage to go to my tree,” he explained, voice full of determination.

The bow-wearing kid frowned and interjected with visible worry on her face:

-“But are you…” she was hesitant to continue and gestured to his legs, wincing. The hatted brat finished her sentence for her, less afraid of hurting his feelings, apparently:

-“Can you even walk?”

Snatcher couldn’t say he hadn’t expected that question. He knew very well that walking on his own would be completely impossible, considering how he wasn’t even able to move his legs correctly. Each time he tried to use them, they just moved differently than what he was trying to do. Standing up with those wouldn’t work.

He had quite a few proofs of that earlier.

He knitted his brow, absolutely loathing the very idea of pronouncing his next words:

-“Not on my own,” he admitted, fighting his pride as much as possible as he kept going, still very much decided: “But you’re going to help me to walk.”

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A Reason to Love Christmas

@sanderssidescelebrations

Pairing: Romantic Remile, Romantic Moxiety

Prompt: Mistletoe

Warnings: Kissing, making out, unwanted flirting, jealousy

“Emile!”

Turning, the pink-haired man found himself staring at the office receptionist. “Yes, Patton?”

“I forgot to give this to you!” He held out a green envelope. “It’s the RSVP for the office holiday party.”

“Oh!”

He’d nearly forgotten how close to the holidays it was. His family never really celebrated anything, putting a Christmas tree up purely for decoration. His family did presents, but there was never anything particularly special about the holidays at his home. At least, there hadn’t been until he’d moved in with his best friend.

It took Emile a moment to realize he’d zoned out. He took the envelope from Patton, who still had that sunny smile on his face. “Thank you.”

“I hope you come, but I understand if you can’t or don’t want to.” With that, Patton headed back behind his desk, picking up the phone as it rang. “Toon Therapy, how may I help you?”

Placing his envelope neatly in his bag, Emile headed out for the day. The sun warmed his face as he walked through the parking lot.

It was nice to be done so early for once. Normally he was kept at the office for quite a while due to his patients having school and work. For whatever reason, his appointments had all been scheduled before noon today.

When he arrived home, he couldn’t help but laugh at the amount of decorations that had been put up around his shared apartment. The Christmas tree sat in the corner, completely bare, but most of the other surfaces had some sort of decor scattered across them.

Remy waved from where he was messing with his Christmas village. “You’re home early.”

“Not as many patients today.” He said, hanging up his jacket in the closet. “You’ve outdone yourself this year.”

“You say that every year.”

“And it’s true every year.”

Remy shot him a wink, unaware of how much that simple action flustered his best friend. “You know it!”

After hanging up his bag on the rack by the door, Emile pulled out the holiday party invite.

You’re invited to Toon Therapy’s holiday party on December 15th, to be hosted at Fratelli’s

Dinner and punch will be provided. If you wish to do so, bring a present for the gift exchange.

RSVP by December 5th

Will you be at the party? Yes/No

Plus one? Yes/No

Happy Holidays!

“What’s that?” Remy gave a nod to the paper in Emile’s hands.

“Just the invite for the holiday party at work.” He folded it back up. “I don’t think I’m going.”

“Why not?!”

Emile shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s not like I don’t have friends at the office. I just...you know what it was like growing up. Christmas wasn’t really a thing for us.”

“Do you get a plus one?”

Giving a look to his friend, Emile headed to the kitchen to find a pen. “Yes, but you know that’s meant for spouses.”

“Oh, come on, Em!” Abandoning his village, Remy followed Emile into the kitchen. “It’ll be more fun with me there, I promise.”

“Remy.”

The man in question moved closer, grabbing Emile’s hands. “Pleaseeeee?”

Doing his best not to turn red, Emile sighed. “I guess you can come.”

“YES!” Remy punched one fist in the air, his other hand still holding Emile’s. “You are the best.”

Releasing his grip, Remy headed back to his decorations. “Don’t make plans for tonight, we’re decorating the tree!”

Ten days went by in a red and green blur. Before Emile could think, he was pulling into the parking lot of Fratelli’s.

Remy had insisted that they dress up, which meant Emile was wearing his black dress pants and a green Christmas sweater. He hadn’t owned one, which meant that he was wearing Remy’s. The cologne Remy wore had seeped into the sweater, and now all Emile could smell was his best friend.

It was certainly not helping his developing feelings.

Remy was dressed in a matching red sweater, in his own dress pants. Pants that were much tighter fitting than Emile’s.

Which was also not helping his feelings.

“Em? You ready?”

Blinking back to reality, Emile nodded. He grabbed the gift bag holding his exchange present, a dog calendar, and the two of them headed into the restaurant.

Patton spotted him immediately, dragging a man over. Emile recognized him from the pictures on Patton’s desk.

“You must be Virgil.” He said, flashing them a smile. “I’m Emile. Patton’s told me a lot about you.”

Virgil slipped an arm around Patton, kissing the top of his head. “I sure hope so. All of my coworkers know...pretty much everything about my sweetheart.”

“Awww, Veee!”

Virgil nodded to Remy. “Who’s your partner?”

Emile froze, his eyes going wide.

Luckily Remy spoke up for the both of them. “Oh, we’re not together. We’re best friends and roommates.”

“That’s how it always starts.” Virgil teased, a small grin on his face. “Ask Patton. It took him three dates to realize that we were going on dates.”

Patton flushed in Virgil’s grip. “I thought you were being friendly.”

“I was.”

Patton rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in his expression. “Come on, let’s find our table.”

“Yeah, we should do that too.”

Emile made his way over to the nametag table, grabbing his and Remy’s. “Looks like we’re table seven.”

“Lucky number seven.”

The nametags disappeared from Emile’s hand. He glanced over, seeing Remy peel the back off of his nametag. He then pressed it onto Emile’s sweater, avoiding the pattern. “There. You wanna do me?”

Blushing at the phrasing, Emile grabbed Remy’s and repeated the action, taking care to avoid Santa’s hat.

An announcement was made telling them that dinner would be served soon. They all began making their way to their tables. Before Remy could take the seat next to Emile, a girl he’d never seen before sat down, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Hi, I’m Zoe. Amy’s friend.”

“Then shouldn’t you be sitting with Amy?” Remy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“She doesn’t mind.”

Zoe had turned away, leaving Emile unable to see her facial expression. However, he could see Remy’s, and he could tell that Remy was mad.

“Rem, it’s fine. Just sit on my left.”

Wiping the anger off his face, Remy moved to Emile’s left side, scooting the chair closer as he pulled it in. “So, Zoe, where do you work?”

“I work at a flower shop downtown. It’s so much fun to create arrangements for people. It really lets me be creative, you know?”

Though she was answering Remy’s question, Zoe’s eyes never left Emile’s face. He squirmed a little under her attention, opting to look at his plate instead.

Dinner went by agonizingly slowly. Zoe continued to pester Emile with questions that started to get more and more personal, with Remy doing his best to deflect her when he could. The other therapists at the table gave Emile glances that said they were sorry about her.

Finally, dinner finished. Someone had broken out the karaoke machine and Amy had dragged Zoe away to sing a duet.

“I hate her.”

“Hate is a strong word.” Emile said, not liking how he felt inside.

Remy continued glaring at her. “I know.”

“Rem, she’s not...that bad.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me that she didn’t make you uncomfortable, and I’ll drop it.”

Emile stared at the ground. “I can’t.”

“I know you can’t.” Remy nudged his shoulder. “Do you wanna leave?”

“You can’t leave! The party’s just getting started!” Zoe said as she came back over, with Amy in tow. “And I think I finally found the mistletoe.”

“Emile doesn’t want to kiss you.” Remy snapped, his anger getting the best of him.

“How do you know?” She asked, putting one had on her hip. “It’s not like you two are together.”

“Not for lack of wanting to be.”

As soon as the words were out of Remy’s mouth, he turned bright red. Emile stared at him in shock.

“See? He doesn’t -”

“Zoe, please excuse us.” Emile dragged Remy off to an unoccupied corner of the party, leaving behind a pouting Zoe. His heart pounded. He hoped, he prayed that what Remy had said weren’t alcohol induced. “Did you mean it?”

“Yes.” Sliding a hand through his hair, Remy sighed. “Yes. God, Em, I’ve been in love with you forever and I just…I haven’t known how to tell you. That certainly wasn’t how I’d pictured it, but now you know.”

Emile’s vision blurred as tears started sliding down his cheeks.

“Fuck, Em, if you really hate me -”

“What? No!” Emile wiped his eyes. “I don’t hate you! I...opposite of hate you.”

“You love me?”

“Yeah.” The word came out warbled due to the lump in his throat, but there was no mistaking the look in his eyes as he stared at his best friend. “Ever since we moved in together.”

“Same.”

A giggle broke their moment. Emile glanced over to find Patton and Virgil standing there. Virgil’s arm was outstretched above them holding -

“Mistletoe.” The word was hardly a whisper.

Remy gently cupped Emile’s face. “Can I -”

“Yes!”

With a huff of laughter, Remy leaned in, sealing their lips together. It was a brief kiss, but one that told Emile everything he needed to know.

Patton and Virgil wandered off, probably to re-hang up the mistletoe. Emile looped his arms around Remy’s neck, a teasing grin on his face.

“You know you don’t need mistletoe to kiss me right?”

Remy yanked him closer by the hips. Their noses brushed as he leaned in. “Let’s make out for lost time.”

“I think you mean make up.” Emile said with a giggle.

Shaking his head, Remy’s hands snuck under his sweater. “I really don’t.”

#romantic remile #romantic moxiety #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #patton sanders #virgil sanders #ts sleep #remy sanders #emile picani #sanders sides holiday month 2019

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cafeinthemoon · 4 years

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Kasumi - Chapter 2

Title: Kasumi - A Story from the Hidden Leaf Village

Genre: Fanfiction

Pairing: Genma Shiranui x Kasumi Saya (ofc)

Rating: Teen | up

Word count: 1720

Chapter (s): 2/?

Warnings: nightmares, psychological trauma, painful memories and ophidiophobia (fear of snakes)

Symbols: 🌙 | ➕ | ▶▶

Read the previous chapter here: Chapter 1

Chapter 2 - “It Matches You”

Kasumi was looking at the stone before her without seeing it. she saw it so many times that she was capable of reciting the words carved on it with her eyes closed: her mother’s name, the days when she came to this world and when she left and a phrase she liked.

Fear is nothing compared to what courage can do for you.

With her hands still trembling to the memory of the snake, her knees buried in the wet grass and the cold wind that came with the night and now lashed her skin, the last thing she could do is thinking about courage. Now, with those circumstances, it was hard to figure out if her mother understood what these words would mean to someone like Kasumi. She probably did not; they were just a mantra that she used to repeat to herself before every mission. She didn’t adopt it thinking of something of that kind; it never occurred to her that something like that would happen. That was true.

However, her daughter kept visiting her tomb. If staying there re-reading the phrase would not bring her courage, at least it calmed her hands. Kasumi had to maintain their firmness, for the good of her work. And for moments like that, when she sensed she was not alone.

She grabbed a kunai from her bag and shot it at some point at her back. But as soon as she turned, she saw that it didn’t reach its target: because of the silence around, the blade made a loud noise when it was deflected by a senbon. Kasumi took a sigh of relief.

- Why scaring me like this? - she complained as Genma approached.

He laughed. Took the senbon in the middle of the way and put it back on his mouth.

- I would be the last person in this world to scare you – he sat beside her, his hands on the grass, his legs crossed – If you didn’t know it was me, you wouldn’t have shot a real kunai.

Kasumi’s knees started to hurt, and she changed her position.

- I had no choice. I’m almost running out of chakra.

For a moment, none of them spoke. All that was heard was the wind whispering in the grass and the distant trees. The girl looked at the sky, a black space crowded by stars, sometimes visible, other times hidden behind the grey mass of the clouds, passing fast towards the west.

She was the first to speak.

- I am sorry that I spoke to you that way, Genma – she looked from the stars to him – Things got complicated… again.

Genma nodded.

- Those nightmares. It’s happening again, right?

Kasumi took a deep breath.

- It started a few days ago – she clenched her fists – After all these years trying to get rid of them… And that scene in the woods…

Genma didn’t reply. He stood up and offered his hand.

- Come. Let’s go to see the Hokage.

Her eyes widened.

- Right now? I think it’s better to…

He didn’t wait to hear the complete sentence. He hold her arm and lifted her.

- Do you want to sleep tonight or not?

Kasumi felt her face burn. That was not right. A shinobi was supposed to be able to take care of herself and her friends, but she has been carried by them for too long. By that time, Genma should be in his home, taking a rest; but here he was, busy with her. It wasn’t fair, and he didn’t seem to care. Well, what was she thinking? He was acting like the shinobi he was, worried about her, doing what he can to help her. But, still…

He just took his first step when she called him. He turned to her.

- What?

- You don’t have to do this. Go home. I’ll take care of this myself. Tomorrow I will speak to the Hokage.

Kasumi’s tone was serious. She would do as she just said, and everything would be fixed. Genma knew that. Still, all of this made him smile.

- Are you finished? Can we go now?

Of course, it was nearly impossible to discuss with him. But she wasn’t irritated; she could never get mad at her friend. Once she understood that trying to convince him was a waste of time, she said they could go. Hoping that darkness to be enough to hide from him the tears that filled her eyes, Kasumi left.

***

Years ago

The street was so full of people that Kasumi couldn’t see anything but the villagers around her. She knew that street well, and she knew the shop she was looking for was nearby, but how she would find it if she couldn’t see the signs of any shop?

She stopped, looked around and sighed, irritated. Sometimes, it was like there’s no gain when you’re a child, and such a little one. If she was as tall as her mom, everything would be easier. But in the present case, she would have to do things the hard way.

She thought of leaving the middle of the street and stop by a corner, away from the crowd. Thus, she would know exactly where she was, and then the direction she was supposed to follow. It was easier to imagine than to do it, of course: every step she took, someone crossed her way and pushed her back to her previous place. But she didn’t give up. After what seemed to be a long time, she managed to reach a flower tent, separated from the people.

But not from all of them.

One more step and she bumped into someone behind her. When she turned to face the person, any emotions bubbling inside her – angry for not getting rid from all of those adults in her way, shame for being a clumsy girl or fear for meeting a stranger who she wasn’t sure she could escape from – disappeared, for the person who was staring her back was a very strange man.

By the clothes he was wearing and the blue bandanna on his forehead, he was a shinobi. But for some reason he didn’t resemble the other people of his class; indeed, he would differ from everyone inside any group. First, his skin was too pale, as if he haven’t see the sunlight in a long time; this paleness was increased by his hair, in black strands that fell straight to his waist. However, his eyes were the strangest of all: Kasumi tried to convince herself that they had an almond shade, but they seemed yellow, and radiated with a peculiar bright.

The man didn’t say a word when he saw the girl. Instead, he bent down, leaning on his knee, and smiled. Now that his eyes were at the same height as hers, Kasumi noticed that their pupils were two vertical streaks and not two black dots upon the yellow. They resembled the eyes of a serpent; well, his whole self reminded her of a serpent.

The first words were his.

- Hello, little one. What are you doing here? Are you lost?

The man’s voice was not what the girl expected, but once she heard it, she thought that it was exactly how it was supposed to be. It was low, close to a whisper; it was also calm, and something in it had a soothing effect on Kasumi: it was like each of his words would enter her mind telling her not to be afraid or worried. Besides, if there was something like a clever voice, that was his voice: she was sure that, whatever the problem she had, he understood her better than herself and he will help her.

Still, she didn’t answer his questions. She just nodded because, even when she knew that street, she felt lost. He must have noticed, judging by what he said:

- Guess I know what you’re thinking. Are you feeling like you are in some unknown place, aren’t you?

Again, she nodded.

- It is a bad feeling, right?

- Yes.

He smiled at this.

- Oh, you can talk.

His sense of humor surprised Kasumi.

- Of course I can.

- Well, then. Tell me your name.

- Kasumi… Saya.

He pondered.

- Your surname is familiar to me. I know your mother. She’s a very talented shinobi.

Hearing him talk about her mom like this encouraged her, so that she spoke without hesitate.

- Yes, she is! I’m so happy to know you have such a good opinion on her, Sir, because I want I want to be just like her when I grow up.

The man laughed.

- Well, all of us have a good opinion on her. Speaking of it, now that I’m looking at you for quite some time, I see how much you resemble her.

That stranger was not the first to state that Kasumi resembled her mother. While she thought of an answer, he stretched his arm to one of the vases beside them and took a flower with a grey stem and orange petals. He offered it to the girl, who held it with both hands.

- I will buy this one for you, little one.I think it matches you.

Indeed, the flower resembled her, because her eyes were grey and her hair, on her shoulders, was orange.

- It’s so beautiful – she said, caressing its petals – Thank you.

- I told you it matches you – he replied with a smile – I believe that one day you will become a shinobi as good as your mother.

He put his hand on her head and stroked her hair.

- You’re very kind, Sir – Kasumi replied, still looking at the flower; then, she turned to him – You still didn’t tell me your name. I’d like to know.

The man’s smile took a distinct appearance, as an inexplicable change of expression. Something burned in his eyes, but she didn’t know what it was. For a moment, it seemed that he wasn’t going to answer, but in the next one she heard him say with the usual soft tone:

- My name won’t be so hard for you to remember, since it is not a common one. It is Orochimaru.

#naruto fanfiction #genma #genma shiranui #genma fanfic #genma x oc #orochimaru #ao3 #my writing

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punnychef · 4 years

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precious to me. owen knew that, he supposes, how much he meant to hannah. not exactly that feelings were more than friendship, but that she treasured him like she did the rest of the members at bly. they grew into a family, quite the dysfunctional one, but one at that. he knew that, despite the politeness and professionalism that hannah showed everyone, that it was quite easy to tell when you were someone that she did not enjoy. he had recognized it with peter quint. he knew it was mutual too, knew that peter was threatened by the strength that hannah had.

so yes, as long as hannah hadn’t threatened him with the icy cold facade she had reserved for peter quint, he knew that he was in her good graces. that didn’t mean love though.

he didn’t know it until it was too late, until hannah had fallen in the well and henry was telling him how she had loved him too. the happiest moment of his damn life, it should’ve been. if it had been any other moment, he would have kissed her then and he thinks now that she may have kissed him back. he would have held her in his arms and whispered everything that they could do. paris, if she wanted. he’d go anywhere really, as long as she was by his side. it would’ve been perfectly splendid. if she hadn’t fell into the well.

❝ then why did you have to die ?? ❞ weak words from a broken man, in pieces as he lays on the unfamiliar mattress. his hotel is nicer than he should’ve indulged in, but selling his car had left him some more money. coupled with his inheritance from his mum and his own savings, he had enough to spare until he found a flat and a space for his restaurant. if he could manage to stop crying long enough to look, that is.

you are & always will be precious to me . / @sagaiisms

#remember when we talked about an au where she haunts him?#well #here we go #❝ all the girls in the village are mad for him. ❞ ( re; answered )#❝ i must admit i thought i’d like to make you mine. ❞ ( re; sagaiisms / hannah grose )#sagaiisms #sagaiisms / hannah grose

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thefamily · 4 years

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Chapter One: 1823 October 10th The πυγολαμπίδα - Re-Uploaded

(Word Count: 2,681)

Jack was running, he didn’t know where he was, when he got there or how long he’s been there but what he does know is that he was in a forest and the sun was beginning to set. He could hear their taunts about his brothers, about how they’ve never visited him, haven’t even written to him. He hasn’t heard anything from them since they got adopted. Even though they are five of his soulmates.

‘Do they even remember me?’ and then Anti… he tried to block it out, he really did but he just couldn’t take it anymore, the emptiness left behind like a festering wound caused their absence.

His eyes begin to tear up, blurring his vision which leads to him tripping over something, probably a raised root, and land onto a path he’s never seen before. Before he could comprehend what just happened a horse that was blacker than night had slammed to a stop and threw itself up on its hind legs letting out a sound that was more of a wild dogs growl than a horses whinny.

Just as he was about to scramble away from the giant horse, ‘seriously I’ve never seen a horse this big’ whose eyes he would swear until his dying day glowed red, he heard someone yell in a language that made the thing in his head growl.

“Stella! Kio diable!” The cloaked person ‘girl?’ yelled as he heard them hit the ground with a thump and at the sound of her voice, a feeling of familiarity slams into him like a frying pan.

‘Someone rides this thing?’ Was the first thing he thought before he scrambled over to the fallen person to help them up.

“I-I-I’m so s-sorry I-” He cuts himself off just as he grabbed onto their hands seeing what looks like a soft green lightning move across their skin and he had followed it up to th-Her face, and all at once the feeling of the words Oh, there you are wash over me as he feels a warm and calming yet chaotic presence mix with his own mind. His heart pounds in his chest as he looks her in the eye that isn’t covered by hair, it’s a beautiful blue, like the night sky whenever it was clear on a full moon. He was snapped out of his thoughts when she whispered something under her breath.

“Q-Quam?”

“H-Here,” He stutters out, grabbing her unnaturally warm hands and helping her stand, not noticing the suspicious look in her eyes.

“Thank you.” she said nearly causing Jack to jump out of his skin as he was not expecting her to talk and in all honesty it was more of how soft and soothing her voice was. He snaps out of his thoughts realizing he was just staring and his cheeks heat up as he stutters out,

“O-oh, uh y-your welcome.” He mentally curses himself for stuttering so much before realizing he was still holding her hands and quickly pulled them away trying to stutter out an apology waving his hands slightly before she bursts into giggles causing his heart skip a beat

‘It’s so pretty.’ He’s quickly brought out of that thought when she speaks,

“Cute.” She noted with a small smile in an accent that wasn’t from around here. Well if his face wasn’t red before it sure was now.

“What's your name?”

“O-oh, um, my name is Jack.” He mentally applauds himself for only stuttering once though that doesn’t stop his heart from stuttering when she smiles.

“Nice to meet ya Jack, I’m Liru.” She replied sticking her tongue between her teeth for a second and god did that look adorable.

“Nice to meet you Liru.” He replies before she would think he was staring at her… again. She got this thoughtful look on her face before asking, “Would you like to walk with me and Stella?”

He looks at her in confusion before he feels a tuft of hot hair roll over him and he quickly jumps, turning to the source and freezes before looking up seeing the large death black horse with ‘Black?’ eyes that he swears were red at first. Liru giggles from behind him and she steps up next to him putting a hand that looks comically small compared to it on it’s nose and gently petting it.

“This is Stella, my horse.” She looks over at him with a smile before saying, “Go on, she won't bite.”

He looks at the horse and swallows nervously before putting a shaky hand on it’s nose as he feels it stare into his very soul. He watches nervously as she just stares at him before gently nudging her nose into his hand. He instantly relaxes and lets out a breath of air he hadn’t realized he was holding and he could hear Liru giggle from beside him as he pets Stella’s nose.

“So would you like to walk with us?” He looks over and without thinking says yes. She smiles, “Good.”

She walks back to where she fell and picks up a…. ‘Scythe?’ It was bigger than she was with a golden pole and silver blade with a ruby and sapphire colored eye on the blade and on top on the poll was a bunch of charms connected to thin silver ropes or chains to poll. He was wondering how he didn’t notice it before hand as she attached it Stella’s side removing a leather sack from the same side before turning to him, pulling him from his thoughts as she said,

“Alright let's go.” as she began to walk down the dirt path, he walked quickly to keep up with her and walk beside her.

“So, where are you from?” He asks so they don’t have to walk in silence. She shrugs a bit before replying, “Nowhere really. What about you?”

“A village not far from here, I think.” He mutters the last part since he wasn’t sure for how long he ran. He doesn't notice her confused look and tilted head as he hopes she doesn’t ask questions. They continue to walk in silence before coming to a field that's by a lake that he knows for a fact he’s never seen before. She walks over to the side of the lake and he follows quickly as she walks over to what looks like a bridge made of stones and tree roots and quickly makes her way across it to a little island surrounded by Rose bushes and lush trees that shouldn’t be this green this time of year. She finally stops walking as they get to a grass clearing, setting down the bag and turning to him.

“I hope you're hungry. There’s a lot of food.” Just as she said that his stomach growled loudly causing him to blush and her to laugh. Jack quickly walks over and sits in front of her, red faced. She begins to pull out food and he can feel his mouth water at the smell of the surprisingly still warm soup and cool sandwiches.

“I knew there was a reason I felt like I needed to make more than normal.” As she handed me a jar of warm potato ‘and ham!’ soup, a ham and cheese sandwich along with a spoon. He quickly opens the jar of soup and dug in eating eagerly and freezes when he hears her laugh and say,

“Slow down Πυγολαμπίς you’re eating like you haven’t eaten in days.” She teases, making him freeze, his eyes flickering to her face and his face turns red from shame rather than embarrassment. He sits a little straighter looking down and out of the corner of his eyes he can see her teasing grin turn into a frown.

“Jack,” She says in a soft voice like one would use for a frightened animal. “When's the last time you ate?” she prodded gently and he can feel himself begin to panic, worried that she might be mad at him.

“Jack.” She prodded again but this time a little sterner.

“I-It doesn’t m-matter. B-besides I'm-” He gets cut off.

“Jack!” she snaps causing him to flinch and her voice goes back to being soft but stern.

“How long as it been Jack.” He forces himself to relax realizing she isn’t angry at him but he's still on edge.

“T-two day’s.” He answers quietly and the sound of metal beginning to bend fills the air and causes him to panic again,

“B-But s-since today is my b-birthday I-I might-” He’s cut off again but this time by the sound of silver snapping and the top half of her spoon flying off somewhere.

He flinches as she sets down the spoon and jar before getting up and walking to him quickly. He drops the spoon and jar and before he can scramble away she pulls him into the warmest hug he’s ever had.

He sits there in shock before beginning to melt into it and cry and cry and cry before he finally manages to calm down, she pulls away and so did he albeit rather reluctantly and when he looks up at her there are little glowing bugs everywhere, illuminating the soft smile spreading across her face. He feels her hand brush away some hair from his forehead causing him to panic for a second realizing she uncovered the one on his forehead before seeing her smile grow a bit and says in a fond voice, “You too, huh.”

He looks at her in confusion as she moves the hair covering her face out of the way revealing two more soul-marks ones of a red phoenix with green accents and blue eyes underneath her right eye covering her cheek the tail feathers going down the her lower jaw, going through a large scar, like the one covering his right lower arm, and then an identical copy of the one of my forehead on hers, a heart, a spade, a diamond and a club creating a diamond on her forehead, just like his. He’s shocked and he can’t help but stare before her giggle snaps him out of his thoughts as he watches her go and sit back in her spot.

“Eat.” He doesn't bother arguing with her and he quickly eats the sandwich and soup while she eats hers with a new spoon. He lays back content, his eyes closed and as he opens them he’s greeted with the sight of glowing bugs flying in-front of his face. He looks at them in confusion, jumping a bit when Liru speaks up, “They’re Lightning bugs.”

“Huh?”

“Or fireflies.” He looks at her as she watches the ones flying around him fondly, “Whichever you choose to call them, they’re still beautiful, dead useful to when you don’t have a lit lantern, as long as you don’t scare them of course.”

He looks back at the little bugs whispering “Fireflies huh.” as he continues to watch them dance in-front of the night sky.

‘Wait… night sky?’ He suddenly realizes just how late it really is and he shoots up quickly exclaiming,

“I need to get home!” He quickly stands up and looks at her as she stands up obviously confused saying in a kind voice,

“You know you can just come with me, you don’t have to go back there.”

He shakes his head no vigorously, “Nononono, you don’t understand I need to go back.”

He looks at her with pleading eyes, barely noticing the sadness coming from her, before she frowns, sighing, her tone resigned. “Alright, come with me, Stella and I will take you home.”

Before he can thank her, she walks back to the bridge quickly crossing it with him close behind jogging to catch up as they get back to her horse. Once they get to Stella she goes and grabs her scythe before strapping it to her back as the horse bowed for her so she could get on putting the hood to her cloak up. He freezes looking at her realizing that she looks like the horseman, Death they called them, that the adults would talk about seeing in the forest late at night, the one that is responsible for so many disappearances if they wandered into their ‘her’ forest. But he can’t find it in him to be scared, she’s the first person in ten years who was nice to him, to worry about him…

She looks over at him, her hood not covering her face like it should and she puts her hand out to help him on and when he sees the soft smile on her face, he can feel any worry disappear. He grabs her hand and she pulls him up so he’s sitting behind her.

“Lets go Stella.” The horse gets up quickly and he grabs onto Liru, letting his mind drift into the calm chaos of her mind, barely noticing a small flash of surprise that races through her mind as Stella takes off in full gallop towards his village. For some reason he doesn’t even question how she knew where he lived, just wraps his arms around her waist tighter and he could feel one of her hands on his arms as she keeps facing forward which he was great-full for since he could feel his face heat up.

To make it stop he tries to focus on the noises around before realizing the only thing he could hear was the wind, there wasn’t any sound coming from Stella. Sure she was snorting every now and again but her hooves made no sound as they hit the ground over and over. Before he could begin to question, Stella began to slow before coming to a stop. As he sat up confused he realized they were already at his village.

“We’re here.” She said, peaking at him from over her shoulder as Stella knelt down for him and as he was sliding off the black horse he hears Liru say to him leaving no room for argument, “I’ll meet you around here tomorrow.”

He quickly turns to her in confusion and before he can say anything he feels her press a kiss to his cheek. His face turns redder than before and as she pulls away he can see her pink tinted cheeks in the moonlight. He stumbles back a bit as Stella stands up again and turns around, he looks up at Liru as she looks down at him before saying,

“Happy Birthday Jack. Sleep well.” Before he can say anything in return the horse and her are gone like a light and he just turns and stumbles towards the orphanage, her missing presence already leaving him feeling empty again.

Meanwhile, Liru is hanging onto Stella as they ride back home, absolutely ecstatic to have met one of her soulmates but also wondering how Jack could know how to use a mental connection. Wondering how someone so sweet could be her soulmate and forgetting about the little picnic area for the time being, her heart lighter but also heavier as she hears Stella’s voice enter my head.

She thinks about how absolutely gorgeous his soul was but also how clouded by trauma it is. How his song was muffled like a human trying to speak underwater. Stella must have felt her distress because the next think Liru know’s she asks,

“Shall I tell them to keep an eye on him when you aren’t around little one.”

Liru frowns to herself thinking, not wanting to invade his privacy but she’s also worried for his safety. She comes to her decision as her home comes into view and keeps her legs low as Stella’s bat-like wings come out as she takes off into the air, her eyes glowing red as she becomes a bit decayed.

“Yes, but to not attack anyone until those humans,” She spits out like a bad taste, “lay a harming hand on him.”

“Of course little one.”

She thinks to herself looking at the moon before they land, ‘I’ll make them pay for hurting him.’

Translations: Stella! Kio diable! = Stella! What the hell! Quam = How

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vertanimeni · 4 years

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the ice will start to break, the day will fade away (7/18)

Summary:

“Have you heard? The Elephant of Caocin has committed high treason!”

From Trikru’s most reputable war hero to Trikru’s most wanted traitor, Kova found themselves stripped of their titles and trapped between a clan that wants them dead and a camp of invaders - the same ones who kidnapped and tortured their brother.

But Kova was willing to do anything to stay alive and keep their family together.

Pairing: Bellamy/Grounder OC

Word Count: 3,902

TW: Kill/death mention/threats

A/N: Hi hi! After some convincing from my friends, I decided to post this series here :D I’ve already finished with season 1 and half of season 2, I’m just in the middle of re-writing and editing. If you’re reading through my blog, the read more does not show up due to Tumblr’s new formatting, so please click on the post itself. I’ll be updating every other day at 12pm EST. Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

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vii. isolation.

Clarke had many questions, Kova had a few answers, sometimes choosing to remain silent over Trikru matters, but it seemed sufficient for the invaders’ leader. The meeting wrapped up without another hitch.

“Bellamy, please escort Kova back to Octavia’s tent.”

Spoke too soon.

Clarke hadn’t noticed the tension that rose between the two of them when she had stepped out before, but surely she should have sensed it by now, no?

For a moment, it appeared as if Bellamy wanted to argue, but after considering his choices of a) escorting Kova back to the tent himself and b) allowing Kova to return on their own without supervision, he shut down any and all arguments.

Which is how they ended up here, The two walked back in silence, neither willing to talk about what had happened before Clarke had interrupted. Bellamy walked in front of Kova, glancing back every once in a while, as if they would make a break for it the moment he turned away. He looked like he would rather help shovel out the outhouse than escort them back.

The two passed one of the main campfires. Bellamy continued walking, but Kova stopped in their tracks. The invaders cooked what seemed like squirrel or bird meat based on the smell and the size. There were three or four people closer to the fire who passed on kebabs of meat and vegetables to the people waiting on line.

“Agh, I’m still hungry.” One of the teens complained after returning the stick. “Can’t I get some more?”

“Eat your hand, then. We barely have enough to go around.” One of the servers snapped as they snatched the stick.

Truthfully, Kova hadn’t realized they stopped walking until Bellamy’s gruff voice snapped them out. “Keep walking.”

“Have they only been eating birds and squirrels?” They couldn’t help but ask.

“What’s it to you?”

His tone thick with hostility, Kova might have been put off by it if they hadn’t had practice with themselves. They didn’t have to dig much to hear the hints of exhaustion underneath. “Give me four hours in the woods. I can bring back a boar and some extra game.”

To another, the offer sounded tempting. But Bellamy didn’t even bother considering it for a moment. “And let you out of the camp? Yeah, right.”

The look Kova sent him was nothing short than disbelief and what seemed to be along the lines of ‘if I wanted to escape or run away by now, I would have.’ He bristled at the arrogance, but before he could say anything, they turned and walked in the direction of the tent, leaving him behind.

“Hey!” He called out. When they paused and turned their head, he paused. “I thought you didn’t like us?”

There was an underlying question beneath his words — why would you help us?

‘Because they’re barely older than the children I take care of in my village. Because none of them look like they know what they’re doing. Because too many of them are too skinny for their age and height.’

Instead, Kova said, “I don’t like squirrel meat.” They ducked their head and disappeared inside the tent.

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“Your brother is annoying.”

Octavia burst out in surprised laughter. She and Kova had been sitting in silence (one that she had grown comfortable with easily, to her surprise). Octavia had been clipping her nails with a pair of tiny scissors while Kova laid in bed, right leg bent at the knee and supporting their left leg, arms behind their head as a makeshift pillow.

“You’re not the first to tell me that.” Octavia sent them a grin, leaning her chin against her knee. “What happened? What did he do?”

When she had first met Kova, she had been anxious if they would like her enough to support her as Lincoln’s… interest. But now the two had grown comfortable with one another, even if Kova had been knocked out for most of their time together.

(What Octavia wouldn’t know is that the night before, she had snored loud enough to briefly wake Kova out of their unconsciousness. They couldn’t be mad at her, though, not when they found her with drool pooling into her pillow. That was revenge enough.)

“He’s very… audacious.”

That brought out another laugh from Octavia. “Mn, that sounds like him.” Octavia snorted and sighed gently. “I’m sorry about him.”

Kova took note that Octavia had started using “mn,” more often since the two first met. Octavia, on the other hand, hadn’t noticed the contemplative look on they had. ‘Your brother is… audacious, seemingly arrogant, yet he feels guilt, he feels sorrow. He still acts like an ass, but he’s also upset about it.’

Kova shook their head. “Don’t be. It’s not like you can control him.”

The flap of the tent suddenly unzipped and opened.

Speak of the devil, he shall appear. Bellamy popped his head in and looked at Kova. He jutted his head. “Let’s go.”

He left the tent without an explanation.

Before Kova could stand, Octavia beat them to the punch, holding her hand out, a scowl on her face. “Wait here, I’ll go talk to him.”

She left. The tent’s walls weren’t paper thin, but they weren’t thick either.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m not comfortable with you sharing with them. I had a new tent prepared.”

While Kova truly had no clue as to what was going on, they added up a few events and made a decent guess. That young girl, Emmie, had casually bumped into them earlier today. Bumping into Kova could have been life threatening. Not only that, but they offered to leave the camp in order to hunt. It might have sounded suspicious.

If this were another time, Kova would have boasted about how even the invaders, who didn’t know anything about them, still considered them dangerous without having to even lift a pinky. Yet now, they found it depressing, and a bit worrying.

“I like sharing my tent.”

“Share with someone else. Not them.”

Heavy footsteps retreated. Octavia re-entered the tent. Before she could say anything, Kova looked at her with a bitter smile. “Annoying.”

She mirrored their look, as if saying ‘yeah, I know,’ but suddenly turned serious. “Stay here, I’ll have a chat with Clarke—”

“No need.” Kova responded with ease and stood. “It might be for the best. The more polite and non-threatening I act, the more they trust me, and the less I have to worry about.” They took their things (which to be fair, was not much) and made their way towards the entrance. “Besides,” They sent her a teasing smirk over their shoulder. “You snore.”

“Shut up.” Octavia laughed, pretending to kick them as they left, their echoing laugh preserved and bottled in her tent. “I’ll still try to talk to Clarke.”

“Mn, be my guest.”

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Clarke, unsurprisingly, agreed with Bellamy. They were given a brand new tent with two shiny new guards to match, sitting at each side of the entrance in makeshift seats.

Too tired to care, they entered the tent without trouble and knocked out. Or, they would have, if the tent hadn’t felt so devoid of life besides their own. For the first time since their seclusion, Kova found themselves sleeping alone.

A fitful sleep kept them awake throughout the night, and by the time the sun rose, Kova grew irritable. Imagine how they felt when they unzipped their tent, ready to ask Clarke what they should do with so much free time on their hands, only to find one of the guards pushing a tray of food towards the entrance using the butt end of their spear.

They bit their tongue, picked up the tray, and returned to their tent. They had to behave, after all.

But now, any time Kova stepped towards the opening of the tent, the two guards would quieten, as if straining to hear their footsteps. When they opened the flaps, the guards would slowly inch their way towards the (poorly made) spears by their sides.

Kova would always retreat into their tent before their fingers could brush their spears. They kept to themselves in their tent throughout the morning, afternoon, and now night. The rotation of guards became their new time tracker.

Octavia came by once, but since the guards wouldn’t let her through, she shouted “Yaw!” as loud as she could. Kova couldn’t help but laugh gently. Lincoln definitely taught her that greeting. Naturally, they responded with their own “Yaw, Okteivia!”

With Octavia’s loud laughter, they would have given almost anything to see the priceless looks on the guards faces.

Oh, but don’t get Kova wrong. They weren’t bored, even without Octavia to give them company. The juicy gossip the guards shared with one another nourished their entertainment. It appeared as though the sky leaders hadn’t informed the camp that Kova could understand English, although they should have guessed that since Octavia had shouted her greetings in Trigedasleng.

They leaned against a corner pole of the tent and listened in on the guards’ conversation, but every once in a while the gossip would die out or the guards would talk about the Ark (whatever that was) and Kova would get bored and pick at the skin around their nails or on their face.

“Why didn’t you go with Bellamy and Clarke?”

They stopped picking at a scab on their elbow. If Kova had been captured by another clan, like Azgeda, they would have assumed this was a fake conversation to lead them into a trap. But knowing the invaders weren’t that smart, they listened closely.

“No way. I don’t think I had family on that ship so why should I? Besides, they said the trip would only take until the afternoon, but it’s almost night already.”

“Mn. That’s true. Shouldn’t we be looking for them?”

“Nah, they said they didn’t know how long it would take. If they’re not back by tomorrow afternoon, then we should be worried.”

Now that Kova thought about it, they hadn’t had a visit from Clarke or Bellamy since Bellamy moved them to the new tent. They weren’t told that the two leaders would be leaving, but maybe that had been on purpose. No wonder the guards were terrified earlier — they probably didn’t know what to do if Kova left their tent without the leaders around.

‘Interesting. This might be an opportunity to visit Lincoln.” Neither of the sky leaders had liked the idea of Kova roaming around the camp, let alone leave to visit their brother. Who knew when an opportunity like this would come by again?

They debated on how to leave the camp — should they sneak out? Or ask? If the guards at their tent didn’t try to stop them, then the guards at the walls of the camp surely would. ‘Regardless, I should let Octavia know. Maybe she can cover for me. But… if she wants to come… then I’ll end up being a third wheel…’

A scoff passed their lips at the thought. How did Lincoln manage to attract— you know what, no, Kova wasn’t going down that route. They shook their head and with that, they stepped out of the tent, head held high, ignoring the two shocked guards as they walked past. One guard picked up his (very poorly made) spear while the other ran off, whether in fear or to grab someone qualified to deal with this, Kova didn’t know. Raising their hands in a placating manner, they put on their heaviest TonDC dialect and said, “I want to see Okteivia.”

It seemed as though the guard recognized the name and with fearful wide eyes, gave them a small nod and jutted his head, as if to say go ahead.

They bowed their head respectfully (’Behave, remember?’) towards the guard and made their way through camp, head held high even as they exaggerated their limp. Avoiding eye contact, the guard hot on their heels, they went past the main campfire, leaving behind a group of stunned invaders.

Octavia’s wave caught their attention. She seemed to have been in the middle of a conversation with a boy until she saw them. Kova perked up and made their way towards the two—

“I saw the grounders in the trees and it was nothing I ever felt before.”

Kova stopped dead in their tracks. They had heard the word grounder in a rude way before, but never in a way that felt offensive. If the word wasn’t enough, the sentence itself made Kova shiver in disgust.

One look at Octavia and Monty told them everything. Both had wide eyes and opened mouths in shock that someone had the nerve to say that in general, let alone in front of Kova. ‘Would they have been as offended if I wasn’t here?’

Hmm.

They glanced at Octavia at the corner of their eye, jaw tense. When they turned back to the boy in question, they saw her mouth the word ‘shit’ and she and the boy she was talking to made their way down the wall.

Based on the sentence, they had a feeling it came from that boy who shot at the bridge. They turned, and what would you know, they were right! They recognized his face easily. The one who crossed the river. The one who got speared. The one who shot the Trikruvian scouts at the bridge.

Jasper, was it?

Well. Jasper stood around the campfire with his friends, all who were oblivious to the Trikruvian listening in. At first look, he seemed weak with pale skin and a lanky build that seemed to curl in on itself in poor self esteem. But with his friends hyping him up, patting his back and sending waves of confidence, he seemed to stand taller as he recited the story of the meeting.

“It was like pure animal instinct took over, you know? One pull of the trigger, two grounders dead.” He gestured as if he were holding a rifle and pretended to click the trigger.

Directly at Kova.

The boy practically shriveled up before their eyes, his eyes bulging comically. The group of invaders looked confused at his sudden change in demeanor until their eyes followed his sight.

“Dude, relax.” One boy said. “They don’t speak English, remember?”

“My apologies, I was under the assumption there was only one coward here.” Kova’s eyes landed the boy, who pursed his lips and looked away in embarrassment. “Thank you for correcting this.” They turned back to Jasper. “Congratulations, little mouse.”

The guard behind them stiffened. So did a few of the other invaders.

“For what?” Jasper asked meekly, his eyes darting around as if searching someone who could help him out.

Their stare unwavering, they took a step closer. “The peace meeting would have worked out if you hadn’t been so trigger happy. You just stamped a death sentence upon this camp.”

That sparked a few murmurs throughout the campfire. Many of the invaders had been under the assumption that Trikru instigated. Those who had been encouraging Jasper a few moments ago inched away from him.

“Watch what you say, grounder. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” One of his friends sneered, her hand on the handle of her rifle.

“Harper, don’t.”

“Oh? Interesting, I don’t recall seeing your face at the bridge.” Words sharp, their face turned dark, contrasting against the bright flames of the fire. “Did you watch as he shot down those scouts, unprovoked? Did you hear the thumps of their bodies hitting the ground?”

The woman — Harper, was it? — flinched, turning her head away at the graphic image.

“You all villainize my people as if you didn’t steal our land and kill hundreds of people. And you,” they pointed a finger at Jasper, who visibly jumped. “You ruined any chance for peace between our people, yet here you are, unpunished, praised for unjustified murder.”

Before the guard could intervene, Harper threw up her rifle, aiming at Kova’s stomach. Vaguely, Kova thought they heard Octavia calling out their name. But they were far too gone, sunken in their anger. “What, do you plan on killing me? You better make it count.” They grasped the muzzle, stepping in close and pressing it against their stomach. “Better kill me in one shot.”

A hand clapped their shoulder, gently pulling them back. At first, Kova’s instinct was to rip that shit out of its socket, but luckily for the owner, they recognized his voice. Wells stepped in between them and Harper, hands raised to tone down the situation. “Let’s all calm down. You shouldn’t be aiming that gun around so carelessly.” He said gently, slowly pushing the barrel of Harper’s gun to the side. With his other hand, he made a motion.

Octavia appeared by Kova’s side, tugging them by their jacket. “Come on, let’s go. C’mon.” She urged, linking her arms with theirs tightly at the elbow and guiding her away from the group. Kova looked over their shoulder. Wells continued chatting the camp down. The two made eye contact, and they sent a nod of gratitude. He nodded back in response.

“What were you thinking?!” Octavia seethed as they reached a secluded portion of the wall.

“How could he have the audacity to boast about killing my people while fooling his?” Their anger churned at the thought. “How could he make it seem like he was the hero of the story?” They shook their head, trying to clear their mind. “Octavia, I need to get out of here. Just for a bit.”

The girl opened her mouth to object until something through the cracks in the wall caught her eye. Kova followed her line of eyesight and recognized Lincoln’s signal for a meeting — a familiar flowering gladiolus sat next to a white lily. “I’m guessing the lily is your signal?”

"Yeah." The sky girl smiled slightly, a hint of red coming to her cheeks. "How come yours is that one—"

A sound came from the forest, attracting the attention of the guards. “Something hit the trip wire!” One of the boys called out, looking through the scope of his gun.

“Which wire, was it a grounder? I don’t see anything.”

“Nothing. Wait, something moved. There, there, there!”

The two guards shot off multiple rounds into the forest.

“I think I got it.”

“Let’s go check it out.”

Horrified, Octavia could only watch the two boys run towards the gate. “Lincoln.”

Before she could run off, Kova’s grip held her back. “Octavia, that definitely wasn’t Lincoln. Your traps are too simple us to get caught in. We have to go meet him at his place.”

“I have to know what it was, then.” She uncurled Kova’s hand on her wrist. “Head to the meeting place. If it’s nothing I’ll try and follow.” Octavia said before darting off in Connor and Derek’s direction.

An annoyed sigh passed through Kova's lips, but the distraction was too good of an opportunity for them to waste. They had to leave now, before the Exodus group came back. They climbed over the wall and followed the plants.

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It wasn’t hard to find the trail of gladiolus and white lilies under the moonlight. Kova constantly checked behind their back and up around the trees for any signs of a follower, whether it be Trikru or the invaders, until they reached the end of the trail.

A familiar home stood in front of them. Knocking a certain pattern against the door, they opened the door cautiously and slowly headed down the stairs. “Lincoln, it’s me.”

They rounded the corner, only to find the man in question organizing his desks. He met them at the foot of the stairs and wrapped his arms around them tightly. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He glanced at their leg. “How are you feeling?”

“I’ve seen better days, but it’s not that bad.” They responded, hugging him back just as tightly. They noticed his house was a lot messier than usual. “What’s going on here?”

“Dealing with Lieutenant Anya hasn’t been easy.” Lincoln offered them a cup of lukewarm tea from his desk. “Where’s Octavia?”

“Stayed behind.” Kova took the cup from him. “She was worried that you had gotten stuck in some trap they set up to keep intruders out. I told her it wasn’t you but she said she would just meet us here later.” While Lincoln’s face was usually stoic, the slight downturn of his eyebrows and the corners of his lips told them a story. “Why? What’s going on?”

His lips straightened into a line. “The past few days haven’t been easy. Trikru captured a banished sky person, supposedly. I believe his name is Murphy. This morning I heard he was injected with a weak strain of the warfare virus and purposefully released to weaken their camp. Octavia might get infected, which is why I asked her to come here.”

“That virus—?!” Kova let out a sharp, heavy sigh. “They want to start a war.” They murmured into their cup before taking a sip. It shouldn’t come to them as a surprise, but they couldn’t help but tense up. “They haven’t used that since Caocin.”

Lincoln nodded. "There’s more. Rumors say that at dawn in two days, Trikru will try and attack." He hesitated but continued. "I wish I could tell you I had better news, A-Ko. They haven’t set up a trial or anything yet, but since you haven’t been seen around the scouts’ camp or in the villages, Lieutenant Anya and the higher ups—”

“Ah. They’re already planning a conviction, huh?” Their hands trembled. They set the cup down. “Treason?”

“…mn. They added a kill order on top.”

Jaw tensing, they looked down, feeling the familiar prickle behind their eyes and the bridge of their nose. They rubbed the bottom of their nose with the back of their hand. They shook their head and looked back up at him. “Lincoln, what should I do? Where do I go? I’ve spent my whole life with them, I…” They looked up, avoiding the tears that threatened to fall.

The man spoke so quietly that Kova almost missed what he said. “I think you should stay with the sky people.”

They snapped their head at him. “What?”

“Staying here is too risky. The scouts might try to barge in here at any moment. The sky people are your best bet for now. I’ve already sent a message to Luna asking if she can provide refuge for the three of us.” He passed them three extra small knives. “As soon as she responds, we can make a plan.”

“The three of us?” They asked, glancing between him and the weapons.

“I want Octavia to come too.”

Kova wanted to tell him they weren’t too sure Octavia would leave her friends and brother as quickly as that, but kept their mouth shut. “I suppose I have no other choice.” They sheathed the small knives in various holsters across their body. “But I need you to be safe, first, alright? If you think they’ll come after you to trick me into exposing myself, you need to run first.” They held his hands tightly, eyes unwavering. “Promise me?”

Lincoln hesitated. But he nodded his head.

“Good. Find me as soon as everything is ready.”

“I’ll try to be as fast as possible. If anything changes, just rendezvous to Floukru and wait there for me.” Lincoln said, gripping their hands with the same amount of force. He hoped they were as grounding as they once had been when they were younger. “We’re in this together.”

“…mn. Together.”

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Unfortunately, Kova couldn’t stay with Lincoln for long. After an hour of catching up with their brother, Kova returned to camp and by the time they arrived, night had fully settled in and the only source of light came from the main campfire peaking through the cracks of the walls.

They paused behind the thinning foliage and trees, just outside of the camp. ‘Ah. How am I going to get back inside?’ They briefly thought back to the wall they climbed over when they rescued Lincoln but shook it off. ‘No, they’ve probably fixed that area by now. Right?’

Peaking out from the foliage, Kova only saw one guard on duty, and he had his head down. ‘Mn. Perfect. I can sneak by.’

They quietly climbed the wall, making sure their clothes and shoes didn’t catch on anything or scrape along the wood, and reached the top of the wall. They gracefully leaped over, landing on the platform where the guard was.

The sound of clothes shifting made them freeze in place. They turned slowly, their mind rapidly going through different scenarios to keep the guard quiet, until they peaked at the guard’s face.

A soft snore broke the silence.

‘Sleeping?!’

Pressing the back of their hand against their mouth, Kova’s body shuddered with quiet and quiet laughs of disbelief. They shook their head and hopped over the other side of the platform and into the camp, landing in a forward roll. They scanned their surroundings first, and once they were sure no one was around, they looked back up at the sleeping guard.

Kova couldn’t help but scoff. ‘Weren’t these kids worried that I would sneak out and bring Trikru to their door? Did any of them notice I was gone?’ They took a rock from the ground before stepping into the dark shadows of the side of the wall.

They threw the rock with precision. It thumped at the wall underneath the guard. He woke up with a start and stood, bringing his gun up and checking the area outside the camp for any disturbances. Once he felt it was clear, he sat back down, his spine straight, as if willing himself to not fall asleep again.

‘These kids really have no idea what they’re doing.’ Kova sighed, shaking their head, and kept to the shadows as they sneaked into their tent through a flap in the back. ‘Even the guards here didn’t notice anything.’ Their mind wandered along that track as they unclothed themselves, and the chatters of the guards in front of the tent became their background noise. They folded their heavy clothes and placed them and their armor next to the bed—

Kova jumped, as if they were a startled cat, and pulled out a knife on instinct. There was a human shaped lump in their bed, completely covered by the blanket, but something felt off. They pulled the blanket back slowly, knife at the ready.

The blanket slipped off, revealing two pillows and a rolled up blanket. Kova let out a sigh of relief and dropped their knife. ‘Probably Octavia’s doing.’

They returned the knife to its appropriate holster and tossed it next to their armor. They could deal with it tomorrow. Kova expected to knock out the moment their head made contact with the pillow, but as they slipped in their bed, it was far too firm. Sitting up, they swiped underneath the pillow only to pull out a first aid kit.

Their face softened. ‘Thanks, Octavia.’

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The Moor

This is the third episode of the Black Diamond story, if you want to read the previous episode or follow the next ones you can check my Masterlist.

This is my first SMUT post, so I hope you like it.

Summary: After boarding the Scavengers' ship to leave Hoth, Mitsu knows what it's like to be at the mercy of strangers for the first time in her life.

Words: 2,838

Reading time: 12 min

Category: Bio, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Human traffick, Rape (Fingering, Oral Sex receiving/giving, Masturbation)

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The Moor

Once on the looters' ship, I discovered the name of the man who did me the favor of getting me out of that devastated and frozen planet. Liam, apparently was the leader of the group. Everyone on the ship asked him for directions and he only answered those that I suppose worth it. It must be recognized that these gatherers don’t have such a clever mind.

During takeoff I was standing, still held tightly by Grunt, who kept seeing me. I must admit that a part of me was sad to leave my planet behind and at the same time, I was extremely nervous about not knowing what would happen to me now. Once in space, I felt an enormous fascination to see the stars, but at the same time that my knees began to tremble with fear of the unknown, I must suppose that Grunt found my reaction funny, since he laughed out loud, a fact that made Liam turn to see me "Grunt, take the girl to my quarters" frowning, obviously annoyed, Grunt grabbed me by the arm, so strong that made a whimper come out of my mouth, he pulled me down the hallways of the ship muttering curses, it was obvious that he was extremely mad about it "Now it turns out that my little gem is owned by the captain..." he spat between teeth.

When we arrived at Liam's quarters, Grunt opened the door and abruptly threw myself inside. I lost my balance and fell to the floor on my elbow, hurting myself and making another whimper, my hair was covering my face as I tried to get back to my feet as quickly as possible, Grunt was extremely angry, and growling from his nose he raised one of his fingers to point at me "You cost more newer than used, so be very careful how you behave with the captain little gem!" and with that words, he saw me once again wantonly and the door closed behind him.

Without a doubt the scavenger leader's room was much more spacious than my little hut in Hoth with Tato, there was a desk full of papers everywhere, a sofa a bit gnawed by use, kitchen items in one of the corners and a large bed at the end of the bedroom. I decided to sit on the sofa while Liam came, I felt tired, sad and nervous, my knees kept shaking and I tried to make it stop by holding it strong, but I couldn´t stop it from moving, my stomach growled, I hadn´t eaten for days, my mind was filled with revulsion at the memory of Grunt's hands on my body and I felt completely dirty for allowing them to harass me like that to get something in return.

It must have been a few hours since I arrived at Liam´s quarters, since I went asleep, the creaking of the door opening, woke me up, and immediately I sat up. Effectively, Liam entered the room, and without turning to see me, he took the chair from his desk and set it in front of me, in a corresponding distance. I couldn't lie, to be a scavenger, he didn't look much like one of them, he was a rather tall man with his body toned by exercise, completely covered by a series of brown and gray clothes and a dirty gnawed robe. His nose was aquiline and his eyes brown, his hair was black and he was shaved to the sides with a long ponytail holding his mohawk.

I couldn't take my eyes off him, I closed my legs as hard as I could to try to control the nerves I felt. Crossing his legs, he lit a cigarette and held out his hand to me "Would you like one?" I had never smoked, the grandparents of the tribe used to do it, but that was a luxury that only the men of the village allowed. Getting closer to me, he gave me a cigarette, that I took between my fingers, and he lit his lighter so I could turn it on; with the first smoke, the cough invaded me immediately and Liam just let out a laugh "It happens to all of us at the beginning!" smiling, he took another cigarette out of the pack "Little by little you will get used to it..." with his face lowered, he turned his gaze towards me while he finished lighting his cigarette, I was completely silent, I didn't know what to say or if I had to say something, I was still very nervous so I decided that the best thing was to just listen to him.

"Grunt can certainly be a filthy pig and I see that he has taken a special fondness for you..." a little blush took over my face, I pulled the cigar that was playing in my fingers and gave it a puff again, the cough came back to me, but try to contain it as much as possible "He´ll be a depraved of first class, but in something he´s right, the Hutt Clan would pay a lot to have such a beautiful woman among them..." my hands turned into fists while Liam kept talking, I refused to believe that I had escaped from Hoth only to become an object, into a slave, Liam surely noticed my reaction, so he changed the subject immediately as he slowly moved his chair closer to where I was "But what interests me most..." he fixed his gaze on my face again as he smoked "Beyond selling a future slut to those mercenaries, it's knowing how you survived out there...".

I turned my gaze on him, taking the cigarette in my lips once more, this time the cough was contained in my throat "Without a doubt you’re a hard stone girl! The climate of Hoth is, to say little, very hostile..." I hold the look in his eyes, as nervous as I felt, I'm not going to let this man intimidate me "That without counting that, months ago, rumors have been running that a monster exterminated the last tribe of Hoth...” his comment caught me by surprise in half a puff from the cigarette and the cough invaded me, Liam drew a small smile on his face, he knew that he was coming into my mind easily “I guess you don't know anything about it, do you?" regaining my breath I stared at him again, I wasn't going to let him beat me, I needed to show him that I worth a lot more than he thought "Wow! You are a hard stone girl!" Liam laughed and tilted his head back "Now I see why Grunt has become so obsessed with you..." and relaxing his body, Liam spread his legs and threw his body forward, resting his arms on his knees while staring at me "More than his little gem, you´re a diamond in the rough..." and without taking his eyes off me, a macabre smile crossed his face, making the nerves come back to me abruptly "The Hutt Clan will undoubtedly pay a lot for you..." his gaze transformed into that of a hunter, filling my spine with chills "But before making a sale of this magnitude, I have to check that the merchandise is good” and without saying more, he got up from the chair and, at a certain step, he was standing in front the sofa where I was.

With one of his hands, he grabbed my right ankle and lifted my leg over his shoulder as he knelt on the ground. Panic was beginning to invade me, so I closed my eyes and clench my mouth - Whatever to leave this planet - I kept repeating in my head over and over again - Whatever... - my mantra was interrupted when I felt his fingers caressed softly between the fabric of my pants over my slit "For some reason I think no one had touched your little cunt" Liam whispered as he put more pressure. I was in an extremely uncomfortable position, and still, I could see his face filling with lust, while his tongue licked his lips and his eyes fixed on my crotch.

In a sudden movement Liam leaned over me, and with his hands discarded the multiple layers of clothing that covered my torso revealing my breast, I decided to stay still, although a need to get him rid of me kept invading me "Look at this..." he brought his hands to my breasts and started squeezing it "So small, that I can cup it in my hands” and with his fingers he began to pinch and pull my nipples abruptly as he continued to lick his lips, I could feel how a moan wanted to escape from me, so I brought one of my hands to my mouth to suffocate it, I didn't want Liam to hear anything from me. Suddenly I feel how his mouth landed on my right nipple, beginning to suck and lick it, while his other hand kept pinching and pulling my other nipple. I bite my cheek, hard enough to draw blood, I could feel his saliva running down my breast, and without warning, he caught it between his teeth and his tongue played on it.

My nipples were extremely hard between his fingers and his mouth, which insistently he doesn´t stop sucking it. Even though in my mind I felt completely dirty, my body was betraying me, I could feel a tickle in my chest as he continued to lick and pull my nipples, while my pussy began to heat up and get wet, I wasn't willing to enjoy this in any way, so I decided to focus on my mantra - Whatever... Just to get out... - I felt how his hand left my nipple to undo my pants, and momentarily he stopped licking my breasts to moved away to see my full body.

His hands went to the edge of my pants to finish unbuttoning it, my legs began to tremble again; his face was still full of lust. Once he finished unbuttoning my pants, he brought one of his hands to caress his erection, which showed above the skin of his pants "So far I can see that you´re a good quality merchandise..." he groaned "But I still have to make sure that it is so..." and with a pull, he removed my pants completely from my legs with my panties. I had never felt so exposed, this man was about to abuse me and I was willing to leave him to do it while he took me somewhere other than Hoth. I couldn't feel dirtier, I never thought I would fall so low.

I squeeze my legs as much as I could, despite knowing what was coming, I felt very ashamed. His hands spread my legs completely as he knelt on the ground in front of me. My legs were still shaking, but it was obvious that it was something he didn't care about. Placing his shoulders between my legs he held it in place and abruptly brought both of his hands to my pussy, opening my folds completely and fixing his gaze on it. At this point, my whole body was paralyzed despite the nerves and the degradation that I felt when Liam suddenly spat into my folds and began to rub his saliva all along my slit with his fingers "Wow, you´re top quality merchandise, you´re still a virgin" I close my eyes even more and suffocate a moan while one of his fingers caressed in circles my entrance "It will be a shame not to be able to prove you completely..." One of his fingers began to press on my entrance harder "But seeing how wet your pussy is, I think I still have other options..." and without saying anything else, he buried his head between my legs.

My back completely arched as soon as I felt his tongue rest on my entrance and run through all my folds, licking and sucking everything on his way over and over. My legs began to tremble again as Liam emitted the most morbid groans between my legs, his hands held my hip tightly and I closed my eyes tightly and brought my hand back to my mouth, to bite it as hard as I could for mitigate the wave of unpleasant sensations and thoughts that crossed my head.

A few seconds passed when I could hear how he was struggling with his pants, so I opened my eyes to see what was happening and I watched how he stroked his cock from top to bottom while his mouth made the most grotesque noises I had ever heard in my cunt. Suddenly I felt how his teeth caught my little bulge and I screeched "Finally! Something comes out of your little mouth", I was still clinging to not let him know if I was enjoying what he was doing or not, so I breathe in slowly and closed my mouth and eyes again, a fact that made him continue his affairs more aggressively, sucking and biting my clit more insistently.

In a moment, I could feel how his tongue pressed against my entrance, at this point, I could feel how his saliva covered all my pussy and ran between my legs, it was obvious that Liam was looking for some way to break my silence, so he pressed his tongue hard into my entrance, making me moan slightly “You like that, don't you little bitch?" and he did it again, harder "You like how my tongue tries to penetrate your tight pussy”.

I felt so humiliated, so dirty, so invaded, I never thought that my first time would be like this. In a moment, my mind traveled to one of the Hoth moors, where I always imagined it would be my first time with some of the other young men of the tribe, perhaps in love, full of caresses and kisses.

Liam must have noticed my mind was digging in other things, a fact that must have made him quite angry, because with one movement he stood up and with one hand he grabbed me by the hair, throwing me to the floor and forcing me to stay on my knees, while with the other hand, he held my jaw as hard as he could. He opened my mouth wide and with a single movement, he put all his cock in it and began to fuck my face. I couldn't breathe, I was choking and for a moment I thought I'd even throw up, but none of that mattered to him as he kept sinking his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.

I could feel my saliva together with some bile dripping down the edges of my mouth and mixed with my tears, my hands were trying to force his legs pushing him back, all I wanted at that moment was to stop him, when suddenly he took his cock out and between my gasps and efforts to breathe, he pulled me by the hair again and masturbated in front of my face. Holding my hair tightly, he lifts my face to see me as he cummed on it.

His cum covered my face and part of my chest, I could feel my head completely hot with shame and my jaw ached with horrors. I couldn't stop crying as I tried to catch my breath and a bitter taste invaded my entire mouth. While I was still on the floor trying to recover and gather the few fragments of decency I had left, Liam was still standing in front of me, squeezing his semi-soft cock, groaning between his teeth. A few moments later, and without saying anything, he put his cock in his pants again, arrange his clothes "Truly the Hutt Clan will pay a lot for you..." he went to his desk where he took his pack and lit another cigarette "You will be a highly request slut, your pussy just taste delicious, my little diamond" he almost spit the three last words, I could feel his gaze fixed on me, while I was still on the floor crying uncontrollably "Not to mention that you look just beautiful full covered in cum", and turning away from me, he left the room.

- Whatever to leave this planet - repeat in my mind once more, semi-naked, sitting on the dirty floor with my face cover with the cum of that scavenger. At what point could I allow something like this to happen, I had allowed that dirty beast to rape me to get something in return, and I wasn't even sure if it would be worth it. My fists clenched against the floor, my eyes were full of tears and my body was completely wasted, it didn't stop shaking, but at the same time, something, deep inside me, was filling in with pure rage.

Note: I would like to especially thank @kyloren-theprince, @thetorturerwrites & @kylorengarbagedump who took time to read this first part of my saga and sent me observations with all the patience in the world.

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First day of Marichat May and guess who’s late?? All well, this is my incredibly rushed take on the witch AU (I may re-write it in the future because I feel like I missed a bunch of important info, but for now this is it):

Marinette Dupain-Cheng had spent sixteen years of her life accepting that she was as unlucky as a person could be. She might have even gone so far as to say that her luck was worse than a black cat’s. So, at sixteen, when a spiteful witch cast a life long curse on her Marinette could do little more than shrug. The only reason she wasn’t completely content with her fate was because this curse had involved some one else as well.

Adrien Agreste had words. Tons of angry, violent and pleading words. He couldn’t believe that anyone as horrible as Lila Rossi could exist, but the proof was staring up at him in the form of two tiny black eyes. His anger and grief hit him like a punch to the gut as he imagines the soft tones and words Marinette would use to placate him, but he wouldn’t get to hear them. Not tonight, not for the past three thousand six hundred and forty nights and probably not for any of the nights coming.

Almost ten years ago to the day Lila Rossi, an experienced witch with a cold, spiteful heart had cursed two lovers to never be together again even if they were constantly with each other. In a fit of jealous rage she had spat out a dark, lost language that bound Marinette and Adrien to Ladybug and Chat Noir. So the two could exist as human or animal, but never at the same time.

Often the two would quarrel, via messages left in a journal, who got the short end o the stick. It was difficult to keep up an argument through written word which could only be updated and read every twelve hours. It was especially difficult to quarrel when the person you were upset with was right beside you...just as an animal (or insect).

All inconveniences aside the two had adjusted to their new life quite well. Perhaps Marinette was fairing better than Adrien, but it was only natural considering she was allowed to be human during the day when people and sunshine would do more than just pet your head. Being destined to wonder the night could not be healthy for the psyche.

There was also the fact that her companion was a cat. A cat which she could hold and hug, run her fingers through his fur and just be assured by the general physical presence of the living creature. Which led to Adrien’s biggest question, “How do you hug a Ladybug?” The answer, so far, was a simple and short, “You can’t.”

Whenever Adrien brought this argument up Marinette would silence him with a quick, “I crave bugs, Chat. ALL. THE. TIME.” Looking at their garden, particularly the Broccoli with it’s mild aphid infestation, he shuddered at the thought of ever wanting to have those in your mouth. Even through the window they made his skin crawl.

A ray of light drew him out of his thoughts, reminding him that his time was dwindling. He quickly finished his journal entry for Marinette, complete with a short and cheesy poem, before he slipped the book back to its rightful place on the shelf. He rushed outside fumbling with the glass jar tied to his belt. initially Adrien had been quite against the idea of keeping her in a jar, but after a few near misses they both decided she would be safer there than on his arm.

The little ladybug flew out of the jar and landed beside him just before their transformations began. Blinding pink and green lights enveloped the entire garden and Marinette thanked her lucky star that she didn’t have nosy neighbors. “Cutting it close, mon minou.” Were the first words out of her recently humanized mouth. The black cat by her side lowered it’s ears and gaze to the floor.

Silence captured the two for a moment longer before the raven haired girl caved. “Oh, come here kitty. You know I can’t stay mad at you.” With a chirrup the cat jumped into her lap before they continued watching the sunset together. Slowly the oranges and pinks that painted the sky faded to light blue as the sun settled into it’s first position of the day.

“All right, to to get off Chatton, I have things to do.” She said as she tried to place Chat Noir off her lap. He sunk his claws into her skirt and refused to budge. “I’m serious you needy cat.” She wined as her efforts continued to be in vain. For a cat that barely weighed eight pounds he sure had a good grip.

“I have so much to do. I have to mix up those herbal remedies for Madame Chamack’s little girl, I’m literally Manon’s only hope. The book merchant in town should have gotten our special delivery and I don’t want to know what happens if you’re late to a dubious book exchange. Oh, and Alya’s going to be coming over for tea, dinner and until the morning. It’s a busy day mon minou, we can’t lounge about in the sunlight forever.” The cat, which had taken to peering at her from behind his whiskers, seemed unbothered by the work load before them and simply stared at her. “Please Adrien.” Those two words had the cat scrambling off her at record speeds, like a magic charm he couldn’t resist. Except Marinette would never use magic on him that way, he only had his own weakness to blame. That didn’t stop him from glaring at her like it was all her fault; all the way from the garden until they got down to her underground potions room and then some more are she worked.

As Marinette busied herself with chopping, mixing and brewing odd little plants and animal parts she sent sidelong glances to the cat glaring at her. Heaving a sigh she looked up from her work. “You’ve really become a grump over the past ten years, you know that?” At the deadpan stare she got in return she could almost hear Adrien say, ‘Being a cat does that to a person.’

Unfortunately her feline companion couldn’t actually voice his thoughts, but with the practiced flow of an expert she continued the conversation. Year together helping her understand his facial expressions all the more. “Remember mon minou, all this,” She gestured to the hundreds of potions books and ingredients around them, “is for us. Sure it’s been strugglesome to get the right books, and maybe it takes time to whip up these remedies, but it’s a small price to pay for privacy. We’re so lucky no one asks questions, kitty. We’ve both seen what the king does to suspected witches, your father is brutal. You just have to have faith in me and we’ll get through this, I promise.” Tears sat in her eyes, but the cat gave up it’s angry stare. She willed herself not to cry, there was a time and place for that. That time was no today and the place was not here.

After brewing her chopped ingredients and finishing off the remedies with short incantations Marinette went over to Adrien who was napping in one of the many boxes strewn around. Gently she woke him up, “Come on Chatton. We’re taking a trip to town.” The words made him alert and not five minutes later Marinette was walking through the village, a black cat chasing the ends of her skirt.

The day flew by between travelling and concerned voices, hushed exchanges and excited tears, silent arguments now embedded with a new feeling of hope. The nameless merchant in town had the book they were looking for. It held such a large piece of the puzzle that was undoing their curse.

Right now Alya was in the kitchen finishing a dinner for her and Adrien to enjoy, while Marinette sat waiting of the sunset with her kitty.

Their relationship came with more hardships than your average one, but somehow sitting in the garden, drinking up the sunlight and threading her hands through Chat Noir’s fur she knew they would be just fine. Actually she was sure they would be better than fine because for the first time in twenty-six years it felt like the universe had a little luck to spare of the witch and her black cat.

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