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yuusa · 3 years

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𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝟏𝟑

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟔𝟐𝟒𝟒

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟏𝟑:

You pressed your lips together, staring at the board with a look of boredom and displeasure. There was an itchy feeling in your chest, it made you feel deeply uncomfortable. It’s almost as if today was going to be one of misery, you couldn’t tell if it’s just some sort of psychic reading or it’s because you have a test soon, it may even be both. You sighed and resisted the urge to lean your chair back to stretch, but the teacher was going over something important about the test.

You turned to the side, seeing Tohru fidget with one of her pencils to calm herself about the upcoming tests. She was wearing a new ribbon today. It was a soft shade of blue that had bits of lace on its edges, did she recently buy that? You wondered if she would get tutored by Yuki like he said they do, the upcoming test would be for math. It must be nice to have someone constantly tutor you and helping, but you quickly tried to dismiss this idea as a selfish need. Yuki was kind enough to help you with math the other day and you didn’t want to take advantage of his skills or generosity.

You didn’t need anyone or anything in this life if it meant making others happy.

You were better off alone and that is the truth, you thought. If you were God’s Messenger, perhaps your first message should be to announce the disbandment of the Zodiacs, maybe that would give equal freedom to everyone but yourself. You didn’t know exactly what the Zodiacs were going to do when they were free, but they could live their lives as regular animals with a stronger sense of friendship. You really didn’t know exactly what would happen, but it was simply a thought.

You yawned into your hand, feeling small droplets of tears forming at the corner of your eyes. You eyed Yuki silently, noticing the way he continued to tap the tip of his pencil against his paper as he rested his chin on the palm of his hand. He was extremely hardworking despite not wanting to clean his room. He is really cool, you thought. He smiles so often to the other girls in the class and can interact with them at a certain distance, whenever he was in a good mood he would shine even brighter than he already is, it was almost blinding, to say the least.

His eyes were a nice shade of grayish blue as well. They rarely ever looked strange underneath the light and they expressed so much of himself that you felt a bit envious. You nibbled on the bottom of your lip, you were starting to feel bad about yourself in class just because your eyes weren’t as good or pretty like Yuki’s.

You sighed and tried to write in your journal to keep your mind away from it. You noticed the small crease in one of the older pages, knowing that you rarely ever fold the paper or damage it, it was slightly suspicious. It seemed to be on the page when you came over to the Sohma household, did someone go through your journal? If so, when did this happen? Before you could explore this thought the sound of the bell rang echoed in the room, dismissing all of the students at once.

You almost forgot that you had to do your rounds today around the school for the committee, luckily you went through your previous pages to see that you had written yourself a reminder. As you were packing up your belongings, Yuki came to your side, already finished with his own things. You suppose that he wanted to do the rounds around the school with you this time instead of usually splitting up.

“You look better today, (L/n)-san, just a bit tired though.” He commented, your face turning away from him as you quickly packed your things into your bag.

“I suppose so. Where would you like to go first?” You asked, already knowing that the two of you needed to make your rounds at school.

“We could try the first couple of floors together and make our way up.” He responded, giving you a smile with his familiar grey eyes shining underneath the classroom lights.

You pressed your lips together in slight jealousy but nodded, “sure. We can go now.”

Yuki noticed the small pout on your lips during class but decided not to comment on it, finding the situation strange to explain if he were to talk about it. You were looking much calmer on the outside today, but he thought that you might have a whirlwind of thoughts by the way you continuously wrote in your journal. He wondered if what he said yesterday was affecting your mood.

“(L/n)-san, something is still bothering you despite our conversation yesterday.” He commented, “do you. . . Feel like I’m not really your friend?”

You halted your steps, the two of you standing in the hallway only a few steps away from the classroom you exited. You didn’t know exactly how to respond to his comment, there was not much to say and you didn’t want to bother him with something dull like your problems.

“It’s not that. . . I don’t want to raise concerns, I’m fine.” Before you could continue walking he tugged on your wrist, keeping you there.

Before he could say another word, you silently ‘booped’ his nose with your index finger. His cheeks turned a bright shade of red as you turned away from him.

“Relax Sohma-san. I’m fine.” You gave him a teasing smile before continuing to walk down the hallway.

Yuki sighed in response as he held his hand up towards his face, the unexpected gesture from you being unfamiliar as his cheeks slowly calmed down. He quickly walked to catch up to you, choosing to trust in your word that everything was alright.

While you still felt the ominous telling of the future, you thought to be on edge. You hoped that Yuki hadn’t noticed it but it seems as if he really wanted to be your actual friend. You tightened your grip around your journal as you both walked around the school in relative silence.

You didn’t know exactly why being real friends mattered to him, he could easily make other friends that were much better than you, much easier to manage and easier to talk to. You dolefully stared at each of the classrooms and halls, doing your duty while minding your own thoughts.

You were so gloomy.

You frowned in response to your own comments before turning to look at Yuki. His beautiful eyes and soft hair, those fluttering long eyelashes, it was hard to deny that you were envious to the bone. You constantly compared yourself to him, the thought making you feel worse by the second. You grit your teeth, the action going unnoticed by Yuki as you both walked up the flight of stairs.

Was it truly worth worrying about something you couldn’t change?

You spent so much time worrying about yourself instead of actually wanting to protect others. . . You were. . . Too selfish. No matter how beautiful the outside of Yuki’s eyes were, there was always this hint of sorrow hidden beneath the color. You connected with him in a way, a subtle feeling but it still existed like a small string looped around your fingers.

Perhaps he could be the Rat to the Eagle’s destiny.

Maybe he already is.

You should try to open up to him, you thought. Instead of constantly worrying and thinking about the problems you may never fix or find resolve in, you could help someone else and see them smile as brightly as you wanted to shine. To erase the sadness that burdens the rat. . . That’s the job of God’s Messenger.

There was this feeling of hope blooming within your chest.

You are the Eagle in the story.

The two of you finally approached the other floor, noticing Tohru being surrounded by a familiar group of boys from the Sohma family. While Kyo stood by her side while scolding at Momiji for his poor taste in clothing, Haru was standing there casually, his choice of wardrobe being nearly as bad as Momiji’s. You wondered if it was an inherited trait in the Sohma family to have poor taste in clothing or they were rebellious children who wanted to wear their own clothing. Everyone other than Yuki had a strange sense of fashion, but it wasn’t far fetched to say his choices are not weird as well.

Haru quickly notices Yuki coming up the steps, ignoring your presence as he went up to grip at Yuki’s sides. You wondered why he and the rest of the family constantly ignore you but you chose to believe that it was because you were an outsider.

“Sheesh, I can’t believe you’re wearing that Momiji. Haru, you too.” Yuki said, the white-haired male staring at him, clearly tuning him out for a moment.

“Yuki-kun, (Y/n)-kun, are you both done with committee work?” You raised your eyebrow, noticing the sudden change in the way Tohru addressed Yuki. She was actually calling him bt his given name for once. Perhaps they really did get much closer in the past couple of days.

The tinge of sadness poked at your heart, but you couldn’t understand why.

“No, not yet. We were doing our rounds at school and just happened to come across the two of you.” He responded, referring to the two rule-breaking students that couldn’t follow the dress code properly.

“Hey, Tohru! Guess what? I got told not to run around or horseplay at school because I might crash into a girl! So while I’m at school, I’m gonna play it cool!" Momiji added, gathering the rest of the groups' attention onto you, the outsider who heard this suspicious line.

“Cool?! Is that outfit cool?!” Kyo shouted back.

You stood there blank, not really knowing what to say. It seems as if they weren’t allowed to physically hug any girls at school, which does correlate to Yuki’s strange habit of pushing other girls away.

Are the Sohma family. . . Allergic to girls?

You deadpanned.

“Your dubiousness is justified, Sohma Kyo of Class 2-D! Your orange hair bothers me, but a boy wearing a girl’s uniform is unprecedented! Brazen! Shameless!” The brown-haired upperclassman with his other council members stood beside him, all three of them wore classes, which you thought was an interesting thing to point out. “The teachers may allow it, but I will not! For I am student council president Takei Makoto!“

Crap. . . You thought, it’s Takei Makoto.

You and Yuki facepalmed, trying not to get involved in this strange situation you were both tangled up in. More specifically, Yuki, as this was his entire family being criticized underneath the student council president.

“Another idiot appears,” Haru comments.

Takei raised his voice, stepping just a few feet away from Haru’s face, “just what do you think you’re doing, Sohma Hatsuharu? Your hair is white! And you’re practically jangling with jewelry. The audacity!”

“President Takei, that’s his natural hair.” Yuki clarified, holding up his hand to create distance between him and his cousin.

“Oh, Yuki-kun! (L/n)-san! How nice to see you both! But more important, natural?! Part of it is black!” Takei’s eyes seemed to have grown into hearts as he looked at both of you, finally acknowledging your presence.

“Even so. . .” Yuki continued.

You almost forgot that this student council was also highly infatuated with Yuki, similar to the way everyone else is also into him. You wanted to massage your head as you felt a migraine growing at the sound of his loud voice.

“I don’t believe it! It goes against common sense!” He retorted, getting even closer to Haru’s face to examine his features. “Now what’s the meaning of your appearance? Is that your natural self, eh, Sohma Momiji?! Have you no male pride? If you’re like this at your age, your life is on the fast track to failure!”

“But. . . But this uniform looks better on me!” Momiji’s eyes began to tear up as you pressed your lips together into a frown.

You quickly stepped between both of them, stopping Tohru in her path and pushing Takei back a few centimeters from Momiji.

“That should be enough from you, President Takei.”

Momiji’s eyes widened, seeing your intimidating presence being officially recognized to the entire group, your cold, harsh glare staring straight into Takei’s lens covered eyes. Takei seemed flustered at the sudden intrusion but he quickly adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Your eyes sharpened slightly as you focused your attention on the upperclassman in front of you, you certainly didn’t want to hear him degrade another student’s future.

He began to grit his teeth as he adjusted his glasses frames once more, trying too hard to look cool, “with all respect (L/n)-san, how could you stand by this rule-breaker?! Don’t you think he has no sense of pride?!”

“I don’t think it’s much of an issue. If he feels the most comfortable, then that is what matters,” You addressed, crossing your arms across your chest, “our job here at school is to make the students feel safe and welcome, I doubt giving them an earful would help them.”

“That is true! But we have specific rules that we all need to follow! I respect your opinion here (L/n)-san, but-”

“Shut up. Quit playing king of the hill, you human trash.” Haru interrupted.

“Wh-wh-wh-what” Takei stuttered as Haru grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Oi, Haru!” Kyo shouted, trying to pull him away from Takei.

“Fine, let me ask you: are guys wearing neckties never muggers? Are guys without piercings never bullies? Do guys with black hair never murder people?!” Haru violently shook the poor man around, his brain easily turning to mush as if it was being stirred around like a smoothie, “who do you think you are, eh? God? Well, ain’t that something! Give us a few words! God! Go on!”

You could see Takei’s soul slipping away from his body as Haru continued to shake him.

Kyo gripped onto Haru’s shoulder, stopping him from turning Takei into some sort of drink by the excessive amount of shaking, “oi, cut it out! He’s got no training!”

“Butt out you stupid cat!”

“Don’t call me stupid you damn brat!”

“Oh? Don’t act like you’re so great! You ran from our last fight with your tail between your legs!” The two of them crashed against each other, their forehead grinding against one another as they stared at each other with a heated gaze.

“You’re the one who called that fight off!”

“What are you on his side?! You think he’s right!?”

You clicked your tongue before shoving the two of them apart, “what are you two? Children? Knock it off.” You glared at them, causing both of them to cower down and turn their heads away from you, the argument settling down as quickly as it started.

It was odd to see Haru not comment against you, but it seemed like even your gaze affected him. He quickly made his way to the other council members who were trying to bring Takei back to life, his body dangling lifelessly in their arms.

“Hey, ladies,” Haru greeted.

“Don’t drag them into it. . .” Kyo said, his hand on his forehead as his brain started to ache at Haru’s nonsense.

“What do you think? Take Momiji there—don’t you think he’s fine in that uniform? He’ll grow eventually. What’s the harm in waiting to dress like a man until then? He’ll be a real looker, trust me.” The other girls turned their heads to see Momiji happily enjoying the candy lollipop he had in his hands.

They quickly imagined a much older boy, his curly blond hair, and eyes becoming more mature as he gave the girls an imaginary wink. “He’s fine.” The girls responded, holding out their hands to worship the shorter boy.

“Don’t let him brainwash you!” Takei quickly stood up, still trying to defend his own point of view against someone as stubborn as Haru. “Wh-Wh-What’s the matter with you?! This is unheard of!”

“It’s always best to wear what looks good on you, huh? It’s like (L/n)-san said, whatever makes you comfortable!” Haru patted the top of Momiji’s head, the smaller boy feeling content as he continued to suck on the lollipop that he pulled out from his pocket.

You raised your eyebrows once again, you didn’t quite understand Haru’s behavior. There were moments where he would become calmer and then go back to being heated the next second. You were more surprised to hear that he actually addressed you by name this time.

“Unacceptable! That’s pure selfishness, and unfair to the other students—“

“You just won’t quit. Okay, then, what if Yuki wore a girl’s uniform?” Haru suggested.

Takei went through a moment of shocking realization, his mind immediately picturing Yuki in the girl’s uniform, calling out his name in his girlish voice.

“It’s fine.” He responded, tears streaming down his eyes as he pictured such a glorious image.

You visibly cringed, “what? That’s disgusting.”

The rest of the group stared at you in shock, not knowing that you felt such strong revulsion against the idea of Yuki wearing feminine clothing. Yuki felt the most surprised, hearing you voice your own objection regarding his outer appearance.

Could you really blame yourself for disliking the idea of forcing Yuki into girly clothing? It looked greatly uncomfortable and it made you sick seeing him constantly put up with the school for his image.

“Wh-Wh-What?! (L/n)-san, are you saying that Yuki-kun would look disgusting?!” Takei shouted, holding up his hand in a tightened fist, trying to preserve the image of Yuki in a girls' uniform in his head.

“It’s gross. Could you stop making him uncomfortable by putting him in girl’s clothing?” You stared at him, disinterested in hearing the rest of his opinions, “don’t you ever think about what he has to say? Sorry President Takei, but it’s disgusting to even see.”

Yuki clutched onto the sleeve of his uniform, feeling a sense of warmth eluding in his body as he heard you continue to bicker with Takei about him in a girls' uniform. At first, he thought you had called him disgusting but it seems much clearer that you acknowledge Yuki’s discomfort in being misgendered. Despite your harsh tone, it sounds as if you genuinely cared about his wellbeing more than he actually knew. His cheeks felt slightly hot as he watched you continue to tell Takei to quit harassing the students.

He had his doubts earlier when the two of you were walking together around the school. He often wondered if he was the one being the horrible friend by constantly putting you off, or even hiding things that put pressure on your relationship.

You tilted your head over your shoulder, giving Yuki a look of understanding and a small, subtle smile. You watched as his cheeks heated up before you turned away.

You made him felt as if there was someone who understood him.

Your cheeks felt hot to the touch. You didn’t know the exact reason why you blurted out such things, but it felt. . . Relieving? It felt nice being able to express your true thoughts and finally relieving Yuki of his image of “princess”. While Takei and Haru argued about the decision of clothes, it made you wonder about the way Yuki felt being forced into girlish clothing. You had already known from the start, based on the doleful look in his eyes that he never enjoyed any part of the school festival when dressed as a girl.

You could understand that feeling. You didn’t like the idea of being forced into clothing that didn’t represent who you were. You felt much better voicing your objections. It’s a nice feeling, it was as if heavyweights were lifted off of you when you were finally able to say something for the sake of someone else.

Perhaps there is more to this than you realized.

“O-Oh, dear. I seem to have gotten carried away!” Takei turned around and adjusted his glasses with his finger.

“You’re a formidable opponent, Sohma Hatsuharu and (L/n) (Y/n),” You restrained a yawn as Takei spun around and pointed towards Haru, “can you prove that’s your natural color, then?!”

Haru held up his arms as he relaxed his head against them, his laid-back personality starting to frustrate Takei, “sure can.”

“Oho, you have proof? Hard evidence that—“ Before he could even continue his sentence, Takei was forcefully dragged into the nearest boy’s restroom, “um. . . excuse me. . .?” He stumbled on his feet, his sense of balance warped as Haru tugged on his clothing.

The two of them disappeared into the bathroom. There was a short period of silence before the echoed screams of Takei bounced off of the walls and into your ears. Tohru squeaked in surprise while everyone seemed unaffected by the turn of events. In a few minutes, Takei stepped out, taking off his glasses as his face was pale with shock.

“Incontrovertible proof. I see I still have much to learn about the world,” He commented.

Haru shortly followed after, his face showing a smug and cocky smile.

Did he show him? Kyo thought.

He showed him, Yuki responded, almost as if they both had telepathic minds to read each other’s thoughts.

Pervert. You stared at the two of them with a confused look.

“You win this time! But I’ll get you all next time!” The student council members quickly fled from the scene while Haru stayed smirking, the feeling of pride and victory flowing through his veins.

“Did you actually show yo—“ Kyo wrapped his hand around your mouth, quickly silencing you. Your voice became muffled underneath his hand.

“D-Don’t say it! Moron!” You resisted the urge to punch him but he removed his hand before you could even raise yours.

“Um. . . How did you prove that was your natural hair color?” Tohru asked, staring at Haru with a puzzled look in her eyes.

Yuki and Kyo went pale as Tohru asked such a strange question in her aloof personality. You wondered how dense Tohru was to not know how to prove one’s natural hair color, it was already suspicious enough considering that Haru dragged Takei into the bathroom.

“Wanna do it and find out? I’m in if you are.” Haru pulled Tohru close to him, his hand gently caressing her cheek, “it’s fine, we don’t have to be hugging each other to—“

Before he could even get another word into the explanation, Yuki and Kyo punched him to the ground, the two of them huffing either in anger or tiredness.

“Dark is the one guy I can’t handle. . .” Kyo scoffed.

“Never mind. Don’t worry about it, Honda-san.” Yuki responded.

You wondered why they referred to Haru as “dark”, maybe it was simply because of how easily his personality changed to someone casual to serious. He was quite odd, to say the least.

“I’m kinda tired now,” Haru responded, his hand gripping onto the sore spot of his head. He seemed to have calmed down and his voice sounded emotionless.

“Oh, yeah? You’re tired, huh?” Kyo groaned.

The sound of the school bell ringing caught all of your attention, you now realized that you and Yuki actually didn’t finish your rounds around the school as you spent most of your time here.

“Ah! That's the bell!” Momiji called out.

“Would you be willing to meet my friends before you go home today?” Tohru asked, wanting to invite Momiji and Haru into a game of badminton after school with Uotani and Hanajima.

“Your friends? Sure, of course!” He responded happily, lifting his arms as he expressed his joy in full. “That reminds me—Hey, Yuki, and Kyo!”

“Could you stay behind? I need to tell you something.” He added. The two boys turned their attention towards Momiji.

“Then, (Y/n)-kun and I will go on ahead then,” Tohru responded.

“Sorry, Tohru.” Momiji apologized, only to be met with her shaking her head as she told him that it would be fine.

You nodded before leaving with Tohru, the two of you silently walking down the stairs, leaving the Sohma family to deal with whatever conflict that may have arisen.

“Ah, sorry for disturbing your duties (Y/n)-kun!” Tohru apologized, bringing her hands to her chest as she clasped them.

You shook your head, “it’s okay. I could always do them later today.”

You both finally approached the bottom floor as you continued walking down the path to your classroom. You noticed that the cherry blossom trees were in full bloom today, you silently admired them while Tohru continued to think about the Sohma family.

“You both look like you’re having fun.” A familiar voice called out, you and Tohru slowly turned to face the unknown person.

His dark hair flowed with the wind, the cherry blossom tree’s petals falling from the sky like snow.

“A. . . Akito-san. . .?” You muttered, your eyes widening at the sight of him at the school, his wardrobe still as plain as you last saw him on Valentine's Day.

Tohru flinched at your reaction, unsure about what to say or feel.

“It’s nice to see you again, (L/n)-san. . .” Akito said, slowly approaching you and Tohru. “It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

You’ve only seen him last time on Valentine's Day, which wasn’t even that long ago. Despite the dullness and emotionless look in his eyes, he stared down at Tohru with a focused gaze. The shorter girl panicked on the inside but tried to remain calm.

“Are you. . . Akito-san?” Tohru asked.

“That’s right. . . Honda Tohru.” He responded, his voice much dryer compared to when he was talking to you.

Tohru felt a jolt in her body as she quickly bowed down in front of him, “I’m very pleased to meet you!”

Tohru looked intimidated by him. Your eyes turned towards Akito who was still looming above her figure, watching and studying each of the muscles that she moved. You didn’t understand whether or not Tohru had connections with Akito, her reaction to him seems as if she knows something.

“Well, you strike me as feminine and gentle.” Akito commented, referring to Tohru, “thank goodness you seem to be a good person. And most importantly, you’re quite cute.” He smiled.

Tohru straightened her back, flailing her arms around in embarrassment, “what? Oh, no, you flatter—“

Akito laughed, the familiar tune of his voice giving you slight shivers down your spine, there was something unsettling about his tone towards Tohru, “don’t get flustered. You really are cute. Sorry, it took me so long to introduce myself. I’m just rather shy of strangers.”

Thats odd. . . He was the one to talk to you first, even though you were a complete stranger to him. You pressed your lips into a thin line, was he lying?

“Akito-san. . . What are you doing here?” You asked, trying to piece together the situation in front of you. Akito looked back at you and smiled, reaching out to your cheek to stroke it slowly.

“I only wanted to see the two of you of course. I heard many great things about Honda-san.” Something about his tone didn’t seem right to you. It made you feel a bit strange on the inside. “I know I haven’t kept in touch with you in a while. . . I’ve been quite busy.”

Your eyes trembled underneath his gaze, the touch of his cold hand contrasting the warmth of your skin as you both stared at each other. You still didn’t understand why Akito would be here, none of what he is saying made any sense to you whatsoever.

Unbeknownst to the three of you, Yuki’s eyes widened at the sight of Akito holding onto you, his hand pressed against the window before he sprinted down the stairs.

“How are you doing (L/n)-san? We should communicate more often you know.” Akito asked.

“I’m. . . I’m doing fine.” You responded, pulling away from his grasps, “there isn’t much going on.”

Akito hummed in response, feeling unsatisfied by your words. He quickly stepped back a few feet, “well, let me formally introduce myself to both of you.”

“I’m Akito, the current Sohma family head. Pleased to meet you.” He introduced himself with a small bow.

Your heart dropped as you felt yourself almost losing your grip on your journal.

He‘s. . . Part of the Sohma family? Your blood felt as if it had been frozen over, the shock coursing through your veins as you looked at him in disbelief. He was related to Yuki all this time? When you first saw his appearance, it wasn’t just a coincidence then. . .

“I’d like for us to get along well. . . And please take care of Yuki and the others.” From the corner of Akito’s eyes, he could see the way you looked back at him in confusion, your brain trying to rack up any sort of information between your encounter to find a reasonable explanation for everything.

Such beautiful eyes. . . He thought, feeling the sense of joy and pleasure as he ravished the look in your eyes. There was something so satisfying seeing you make a similar face to Yuki, it might even be a better reaction than him.

“Akito!” The sound of Yuki’s voice interrupted the tense atmosphere.

“Ah, Yuki!” Akito called out, you spun around to see Yuki’s distraught expression, his eyes beginning to tremble at the sight of him. Akito opened his arms out, “I’ve missed you, Yuki! You know, it feels like it’s been forever since I last saw you. You’re looking grown-up and taller—“

“What did you do?” Yuki cut him off, “what did you say to them?!

“Nothing. I was just saying hello to an old friend and Tohru-san.” Akito turned around to face Tohru, “right, Tohru-san? Wasn’t I just saying hello?”

The tension in the air continued to grow as your nails dug into the material of the journal cover.

An old friend? Yuki thought, turning his attention onto your figure that Akito was associated with. When did the two of you meet. . . ?

“Um, yes!” Tohru responded, feeling unsure about what to say in the situation. She could feel the tension in the air, as Akito confronted Yuki while in your presence.

“More importantly, Yuki. . .” Akito went back to Yuki, stepping in front of him as Yuki tightened his fist, “. . . there’s something I really want to ask you.”

Akito reached out to caress his cheek, similar to the way he treated you as Yuki’s hair strands flowed over his knuckles like a stream of water. The look of fear and terror reflected in Yuki’s grayish orbs, the irises trembling as much as his body was.

“Why did you skip New Year’s? Why would you do that? And when I’ve become so generous lately, too. When you do things like that, it seriously hurts my feelings.” Akito stared at Yuki with a menacing glare.

New Year’s. . .? The time of the Zodiac banquet. . .? You didn’t understand why your brain made that connection, but there was something so frightening seeing Yuki stand there petrified.

You didn’t understand.

You clenched the area around your heart, the feeling becoming painful like thousands of spikes piercing through your organ.

“Do I have to reeducate you, I wonder?” The shine in Yuki’s eyes completely disappeared, leaving only a dark and dull look in them, “in your special room? Will I be forced to spend long days teaching you proper disposition again?”

Akito traced his finger against Yuki’s lips as Yuki tilted his eyes away from him, trying to avoid his deathly gaze. His body was violently trembling as Akito continued to press him further.

Special. . . Room?

“I hate you. . . I hate you!” She smacked you across the face before throwing the porcelain bowl against the floor, the material shattering in front of the altar of God. The bowl nearly missed your eyes, causing your mother to violently scream and tug at your hair.

“This is all your fault! I hope you rot in hell! Here, in this very room!” She pulled on your (h/c) strands with enough force to pull out the longer, looser strands. “You’ll disappear in this room! Just like God said you would!”

You tightened your fist and your body reacted unconsciously, ripping Akito’s hand away from Yuki as you stepped in between them. Your body snapped in reaction to the two words Akito mentioned. His eyes widened at your sudden objection, feeling betrayal and annoyance running through his body.

“That’s enough, Akito-san,” You grit your teeth, “stop it already.”

“Is something wrong (L/n)-san? I am merely talking to Yuki.” He asked, his smile still plastered on his face.

“He doesn’t want to talk right now, so. . . Drop it already.” Akito narrowed his eyes at you, this was not going as he expected, however, he was thoroughly enjoying the look in your eyes at this moment. The look of despair in your eyes giving him the same feeling of euphoria.

“Sorry, I’m going to take Sohma-san to the nurse. He said he was feeling sick earlier,” you lied before looking at Tohru, “go back to the classroom Tohru-kun.”

Your eyes were no longer the shade of (e/c) Tohru recognized. It was much colder, emotionless, and filled to the brim with hidden pain. They no longer held any semblance of humanity left in them, it was almost as dull as Yuki’s. She wondered how much suffering you endured to match the same intensity as Yuki.

You gave Akito one last glance before grabbing onto Yuki’s wrist and pulling him away from the scene.

“Yuki, I hope you have a fun school life here.” Akito called out, “it’d make me happy if you came to visit sometime soon.”

You only ignored his words and forcefully pull Yuki away. He let you freely drag his body towards the nearby secluded cherry blossom tree, his mind still not being able to rid itself of the painful memories that resurfaced as he remained unfocused of his surroundings. His eyes began to water as he tried to blink them away, trying desperately not to cry out in public. You gently pushed his body to lean against the tree, your form kneeling beside him as you slowly brushed back the strands of hair blocking his face.

You wondered what brought this feeling in your heart. There was something about the look in his eyes, your mind and heart screaming to reach out to him. They were pounding desperately against your door to rescue him from something you both wanted escape from. They wanted something you were destined to do.

Your hands were warm, Yuki thought. This was the first time you’ve shown an intimate gesture in front of him. Your body felt nicer against his skin than it was with Akito’s cold fingers, it was bringing him slowly back into reality as his eyes continued to fight against the growing tears. You were truly a warm person inside.

It was showing at this very moment almost as if the key had unlocked your doors.

You noticed the small droplets of tears on the corner of his eyes, his fists still tightly clenched together. He looked like a fragile animal, one which tugged at your own emotional strings. You reached out to wipe at them before standing up and pulling your sweater off of your body.

You placed the top of your sweater on his head, shielding him away from the rest of the world from his pitiful crying. You gripped the edge of your skirt, the fabric wrinkling underneath your fingers.

“I don’t know what your relationship is with them. . . I’m not the best at comforting other people either. . . But it’s okay,” You didn’t know if these were the right words to say, but you watched as he tightened his hold on your sweater, “It’ll be okay in the end.”

You gently patted the top of his head, the fabric of your sweater creating a barrier between your skin and the softness of his hair. He stayed silent, unresponsive to your words. Your heart yearned for freedom in the eyes of others.

“That room. . . You won’t go back there anymore.” You spoke gently, almost like a whisper, his body beginning to release the pent up tears that flowed down his cheek but were masked by your clothing. “I promise you that. . .”

“I won’t let you go back there anymore.”

Those were simple words that expressed the feeling in your heart.

You figured out what you wanted and needed to do in your life. It was to play the role of the Eagle you desperately wanted to be, one to fulfill and shoulder the burden of those you swore to protect, even if it meant promising your loyalty to God.

There was no more fretting about what you needed.

#fruits basket #fruits basket x reader #x reader #yuki sohma #yuki sohma x reader #yuki soma #yuki soma x reader

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yusuke-of-valla · 3 years

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like rats fleeing a sinking ship, pt. 10

Whumptober 2020 Day 15: Into The Unknown

Prompt: Possession

TW: guns, fight scenes, canon typical violence

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Only the tips of some of the tallest buildings are visible from where Kasumi stands on Shido’s ship. Akira had warned her about this, but it’s still off-putting. The rest of Tokyo was still normal in the previous two Palaces she’d seen.

Kasumi doesn’t want to think about what that means about the ruler.

“Are you ready to go?” Akec- er Crow asks, tapping a boot against the deck of the ship.

“Sorry!” Kasumi says.

“We need to give Yoshizawa a codename first though.” Mona points out.

Crow stares at her for a second. “Gymnast?”

“We’re not calling her that.” Skull says. “How about… Red?”

“At least my idea was unique to her. That could just as easily describe Panther.”

“But Panther’s already Panther, so.”

“How about Mist?” Joker suggests. “You know, since it’s Kasumi in English?”

“Isn’t that a little tasteless?” Crow asks.

“It’s better than Gymnast ”

“That’s not-”

“I love it!” Kasumi says. “From now on, I’ll be Mist.”

Crow tilts his head at her for a second, but throws his arms up. “Fine, whatever. Let’s just go.”

Joker takes the lead, putting Mist, Crow, and Noir in the front group. Mona and Queen hold back and focus on navigating.

The Palace is crawling with shadows, and Joker leads them through the halls, until eventually they arrive at a large pair of doors.

“So this is where the Treasure is?” Mist asks.

“Yep, we’ve got three of the five letters of recommendation we need,” Panther says. “We were still going to grab info about the IT company president since he apparently never leaves his room.”

“We can go over the plan once we get to the safe room down the hall.”

Mist goes ahead a bit and stops at a door. “This one?” she asks.

“Yep.”

Mist pushes the door open.

“Duck!”

She drops to the ground before the Shadow behind the door can swing at where her head was, and Joker is quick to shoot it.

The guard stumbles backwards, then splits into three shadows.

One that looks like a large white lion breathes fire at her, but Mist manages to cartwheel out of the way, just barely singed. She isn’t so lucky when another shadow, a big snowman king thing swings his staff at her.

“Mist!”

Queen throws out her hand, and suddenly a golden wall like a vault appears in front of Mist, and though she takes the hit, it doesn’t hurt as much.

“Thanks Queen!” Mist says. She calls Cendrillion to pierce the shadow with Illusory swords.

Joker pulls his new gun out, and blasts a ray of ice at the lion-shaped shadow, freezing it solid. In the meantime, Noir and Crow have managed to knock down the other two, and Joker gives the signal to finish them off.

Ths shadows defeated, Mist takes a second to catch her breath. “Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Joker pants, “there should definitely have been a safe room there, though.”

“There was.” Mona says. “It’s not there anymore.”

“So Shido’s cognition is shifting,” Queen says.

Skull scratches his head. “So what? Like, the cocky bastard feels like he has more control over things, so there aren’t as many places where the cognition is weaker.”

“Something like that.” Crow says.

“Wow. I didn’t think I could hate him more!” Skull sighs. “On the bright side, new gun’s working well!”

Joker grins and reloads the gun Skull had designed for him. Skull had explained earlier that while realistic guns were useful, since the Metaverse was based on cognition, they could probably get away with using guns that wouldn’t work in reality but were accurate replicas of weapons from movies and video games. Joker’s new freeze ray was a replica of a villain’s weapon from the Cake Knight Rises movies.

“Well there have to still be some safe rooms around, right?” Panther asks.

“Sure, they’ll just be fewer and farther between,” Queen explains. “It’s not ideal, but it’s still manageable. We just need to do our best to conserve energy.”

Joker nods. “We’ll switch up our strategy to rotate people out a bit more frequently.”

“Sounds good.” Noir says. “Anyway, I believe the last time we were here, we were going to try the restaurant to see about getting up to the IT president’s room.”

Everyone nods, and they make their way to the restaurant. Mist is impressed with how efficiently Joker leads them around corners, and the way he seems to know where enemies are. There’s a swell of pride in her chest when she sees Joker backflip away from a shadow to get the drop on it.

They do eventually find a safe room that is still a safe room, and they rest there for a bit before checking the restaurant.

They get the room number from the restaurant, then head to the side deck of the ship.

“Crow, are you alright?” Mist asks at one point when they’re both in the reserve group.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re just trailing behind the others, I was worried something was wrong.”

Crow shrugs. “I’m just focused on the mission.”

“Sure but even fights, the others compliment each other and stuff but you’re mostly quiet.”

“Why would I? I’m not part of the team, or anything.”

“You’re not?” Mist asks, tilting her head a bit.

“No, I am definitely not.”

“Oh,” Mist says, trying to conceal her smile.

“That makes you happy?”

“No! No, I’m sorry,” Mist says quickly. “I guess it just makes me feel better that I’m not the only outsider on the team.”

“I wouldn't really call you an outsider. They definitely consider you an equal part of their team.”

“But not you?”

“No.”

“Well,” Mist says, “even if they would consider me part of the team, I think I’ll stay back here with you. I don’t want you to be lonely after all.”

“I’m fine.”

“Nope,” Mist says, grinning. “Still going to stick around.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew everything about me,” Crow says in a threatening tone.

Mist hums. “I think I would. I can tell, senpai. You may be a more… intense kind of person than I was expecting, but you care deep down.”

Crow stops for a second, then runs to catch up with Mist. “Anyway, while it’s just the two of us, I meant to ask you something earlier. Why does Joker keep calling you ‘Kasumi’?”

“Senpai! Codenames. ”

“Huh?”

“You’re supposed to use my codename, not my real name,” Mist admonishes.

“But-”

“Hey, hurry up, we’re here!” Skull shouts.

“Sorry,” Mist replies, hopping across balconies to join the others.

“Not a problem,” Joker says. “So this seems like the president’s room, we just have to figure out how to get the letter of recommendation out of him.”

“Ask nicely?” Crow says, holding up his gun pointedly.

Queen shakes her head. “We want to avoid a fight as much as possible, if we can. We still need to get the letter from the Cleaner after all.”

“It wouldn’t be much of a fight, I assure you.”

“How did you get the other letters?” Mist asks.

“Well we basically just asked for most of them. In some cases we had to lie to convince them we deserved it, but yeah.” Skull says.

“So we should just go in and ask?”

“That might not be a good idea,” Mona says, frowning. “With the way Shido’s cognition has been shifting recently, the shadows might recognize you as the Phantom Thieves right away, even if you changed.”

“Well, I’m not wanted. I could ask,” Mist offers.

“Are you sure?” Panther asks.

“Sure! Don’t worry, I’ve got this!”

Mist climbs into the IT president’s room. “Hello, sir!” she says cheerily.

The president startles backwards. “Huh? Who are you?”

“I’m so sorry, but I’m looking to get a letter of introduction to Mr. Shido,” Mist says, “and I’m just such a big fan of your company and your work, that I had to ask you!”

The president looks skeptical, and Mist continues.

“I know you’re a very private person, but since you’re Mr. Shido’s favorite co-conspirator, I thought I just had to get his letter over anyone else’s!”

“Well, Captain Shido does appreciate my genius,” the president says after a moment.” You know I created the fake Mejed for him and manipulated the results of the Phantom Thieves’ polls? And I erased all this Cognitive Psience research, clean off the net!

“Wow! That’s so astounding!” Mist says. “No wonder Mr. Shido speaks so highly of you! So can I have a letter?”

“Well, you’ve convinced me.” The IT president points to the desk, and one of the women in the room with him grabs a pen and paper off of it. “So tell me, are you a fan of my companies’ products?”

“Yes, sir! Huge fan!”

“Then you’ve got the latest model phone?”

“Uh, well no. I mean, my dad won’t let me get a new one.”

“So you have last year’s?”

“Can you just give me the letter.”

The president rips the letter from the note pad and holds it back. “Show me your phone.”

Reluctantly, Mist pulls out her phone.

The IT president nearly gags at the sight of it. “That thing is ancient. You’re no fan of my company!”

“Are you serious?” Mist groans. “Uggh, fine.” She lunges forward and grabs the letter out of the IT president’s hands.

“You little- I’ll kill you!” the president roars before he and the women with him transform into shadows.

“You could have just given me the letter!” Mist shouts, dodging his attacks. “Guys, I could use some help!”

The other Phantom Thieves burst into the room. Panther is the first to act, wrapping her whip around one of the shadows beside the IT president and sending a jolt of electricity through it, shocking the shadow. Joker shoots it, causing it to drop to the ground.

The IT president meanwhile is still focused on Mist, who blocks one of his attacks with Cendrillion. Skull takes the opportunity to use the bed as a spring board, jumping on the shadow and slamming his pipe down on its head.

“Gah!” the shadow president cries, but Crow doesn’t give him much time to react, rushing forward and having Loki unleash a brutal barrage of attacks on it.

Noir uses psykokinesis to take down the other shadow, knocking all three of them down.

At Joker’s cue, the Phantom Thieves attack simultaneously.

The shadows revert to their more humanoid forms.

“Anything you want to tell us?” Mona demands.

“N-no! I don’t know anything about the mental shutdowns, I just or anything, I just extracted, deleted, and encrypted the research! I promise.”

“So you’re useless to us, then,” Crow says, pointing his gun at the IT president’s head.

“Crow, no!” Mist says, grabbing his arm.

Crow scoffs. “Fine, let’s go.”

Once everyone is back on the balcony, Mist turns to the others. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get the letter.”

“Oh you were fine,” Panther says, patting Mist on the shoulder. “That went about as well as literally every other time we tried to get a letter.”

“But you said to avoid a fight.”

“And you did the best you could!” Queen says. “You were great, believe me.”

Mist feels a weight leave her shoulders. “Thank you! I’m happy to help!”

“Hell yeah! So that’s four letters down, one to go,” Skull says. “We just need to get something from that Cleaner guy next, right?”

“We’ve checked all over the ship though, where could he be?” Mona asks.

“The engine?” Joker suggests.

Panther frowns. “Have we seen an engine, though?”

“Skull noticed smoke before,” Queen points out.

“So let’s find a way into the engine room.”

After a bit of searching, Joker eventually spots a grate with smoke coming out of it. “I think this is our way in,” he says.

They bust the grate open, and crawl through the vents. Sure enough, it empties out into the engine room, and they can see the Cleaner.

“There he is!” Mona whispers.

“Can we do this my way?” Crow asks.

“I don’t know,” Noir says.

“He’s Yakuza, we’re not going to be able to just ask him nicely,” Crow bites back.

“I think Crow’s right, Noir,” Joker says. “We might just have to fight through this one.”

Crow grins. “Thank you!”

“Hey, you!” Crow calls out as soon as they’re out of the vents.

The Cleaner turns around and groans when he sees them. “What?”

“We need a letter of introduction to see Shido.”

“Sorry, can’t help you,” he says, shrugging. “I’m fresh out.”

Crow summons Loki. “I wasn’t asking.”

“Crow, look out!” Mona calls, suddenly.

Crow turns around just inside to avoid the bullet that ricochets off the metal walls of the engine room.

“Don’t worry, I can handle these ones,” the cognitive Goro Akechi says, grinning maniacally.

“Sounds great,” the Cleaner replies, walking off.

“Oh no you don’t!” Skull shouts, chasing after him, but Cognitive Akechi snaps his fingers and suddenly a group of Shadows appear in Skull’s path, knocking him back.

“Skull!” Panther shouts, running to his side.

“I’m fine,” Skull mutters as he sits up

“Now, I can finally get rid of you all at once!” Cognitive Akechi says. “Our glorious captain will be so happy.”

“I’m going to enjoy wiping that smug look off of your face,” Crow says. He pulls out his sword and charges towards Cognitive Akechi, but Cognitive Akechi dodges.

A shadow leaps towards Crow, but Mist manages to knock it away with a well-timed strike from Cendrillion. “Careful, Crow!”

Crow grits his teeth. “I’m fine!”

“Skull, Noir, Panther! Handle the small fry,” Joker says. “The rest of us need to focus on the Cognitive Akechi!

Everyone except Crow, who’s mainly focused on attacking his double, gives their affirmations.

Queen summons Anat and boosts everyone’s defense, while Mona attacks Cognitive Akechi aside. Unfortunately, Cognitive Akechi blasts Crow away with an Almighty attack and kicks Mona across the room like he’s a soccer ball.

“Loki!” Crow calls, “Laevateinn!” The Persona appears in a burst of energy and rushes at Cognitive Akechi, causing him to stumble backwards.

Meanwhile, Noir summons Astarte to unload hail of bullets on the shadows while Panther heals Skull up. Skull’s quick to get back on his feet and has Seiten Taisei sends ripples of electricity through the metal floor to hit all of the shadows.

While Cognitive Akechi is focused on Crow and Loki, Mist catches him off guard with a Kougaon. The bless attack calls him to stumble back, dazed.

“He’s weak to bless!” Queen calls out.

Crow grins. “Perfect.” With a flick of his wrist, Loki disappears and Robin Hood appears in its place. Joker follows his cue and switches to Dominion, and they follow up with two bless attacks of their own.

The cognition drops to one knee, panting. Crow strides over to him, and points a gun at his doppleganger’s head. “Well, this has been fun, but I’ve had enough of you.”

“Oh, I assure you, the fun isn’t over,” Cognitive Akechi says. He snaps his fingers again, and Crow doesn’t have time to attack before another shadow rushes him.

Joker quickly uses his grappling hook to pull the shadow off of Crow, but in that time, another reinforcement has healed Cognitive Akechi up.

Crow summons Robin Hood and cast Kougaon again, but instead of knocking him down, the attack is reflected back in Crow’s direction.

“Shit,”

“I got ya!” Mona says, healing Crow.

Crow looks around and sees the others aren’t fairing much better. The new reinforcements are overwhelming them, to the point that Noir has been knocked out and Queen has to help Panther and Skull fend them off.

“Aw, Akechi, are you worried about your friends?” Cognitive Akechi asks. “Don’t worry, you really should be more worried about yourself.”

Suddenly, a curse attacks rams into Akechi’s side, sending him across the room. When he looks up, he expects to see a shadow, but instead it’s Joker stalking towards him with a blank expression.

“Joker-senpai, what are you doing?” Mist asks.

“He’s been brainwashed,” Mona explains.

“That’s just great .” Crow spits out. Joker charges towards him, knife drawn, but Crow manages to parry with his sword.

“Mona-senpai, what do we do?” Mist asks.

“We have to find the shadow that’s brainwashing Joker and defeat it.”

“Alright! Hold on Crow, don’t hurt him too much,” Mist shouts as she attacks the shadow Joker had been fighting.

“No guarantees,” Crow mutters under his breath.

Mist and Mona manage to defeat the shadow Joker had been fighting, but it doesn’t help.

“Mona, which one brainwashed him?” Mist asks.

“I don’t know!” Mona says. There are about five shadows left, and they have no way of knowing which one brainwashed Joker.

Crow drops down and sweeps Joker’s legs. While Joker’s down, Crow tries to charge at his cognitive double again.

Unfortunately, he feels something wrap around his leg, and Crow’s legs are pulled out from under him by Joker’s grappling hook. He tries to get up quickly, but just ends up staring down the barrel of Joker’s gun.

“This has been fun, hasn’t it?” Cognitive Akechi says.

“Joker! Don’t do it!” Mist calls, but Joker doesn’t react. She tries to run over to sop him, but one of the other shadows stands in her path.

“Damn it!” Mona says, helping Mist. “Joker, you have to snap out of it!”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Cognitive Akechi says, watching as all the other Thieves are occupied with the shadows. “Now then, I think it’s finally time to take out the trash. Any final words.”

“Fuck you.”

Cognitive Akechi rolls his eyes, and motions for Joker to shoot.

Joker pulls the trigger, and a bang goes off.

But.

Instead of the feeling of a bullet entering his skull, a shimmering barrier appears in front of Crow that seems to have absorbed the attack.

Before anyone can really attack, a large chunk of ice flies right past Cognitive Akechi, hitting and freezing another shadow instead.

“Fox, you idiot, you missed! ” Crow shouts as Fox rushes into the engine room.

“I wasn’t aiming for him, Crow,” Fox shouts as he shatters the shadow. Suddenly, Joker clutches his head and stumbles backwards. “And that’s not the polite way to thank someone for saving your life.”

“Fox?” Joker says, still shaking his head. “God, I hate being brainwashed. How’d you get here?”

“I saw you guys were in trouble so we got here as fast as we could!” Joker jumps at the sound of Oracle’s voice. “F- Oracle ! Where’d you come from?”

“We can explain later,” Oracle says, “for now, you might want to get rid of that other shadow that can brainwash people.”

“A-Alright,” Joker says, before summoning Arsene and attacking the shadow Oracle pointed out.

Fox helps Mona and Mist, allowing Mona to revive Noir. Queen hits the two remaining shadows with a massive nuclear attack, destroying them

Meanwhile, Crow goes back to focusing on his double.

“Noir, while he’s distracted, use psykokinesis on the cognition!” Oracle says as soon as she’s up.

“When did-”

“We’ll explain later!” Oracle snaps, “just do it!”

Haru does, and the blast causes Cognitive Akechi to stumble backwards, allowing Crow to get a good hit on him.

“He’s switched resistances again!” Oracle says. “Ok, before he gets the chance to call for more reinforcements... uh… new girl! Hit the cognition with another bless attack.”

“Oh, me?” Mist asks. “Ok! Cendrillion!”

“Now we need fire, Panther!” Oracle calls out!

“Hecate!”

“Don’t let up! Hit him Skull!”

“Seiten Taisei!”

With each hit, Cognitive Akechi looks worse and worse for wear. He’s clutching his side and panting.

“He’s on his last legs! We just need to hit him with a curse attack.”

Crow locks eyes with Joker. “Ready?”

Joker smirks. “More than ever.”

“Loki!”

“Arsene!”

“Eigaon,” the shout simultaneously. The two personas work in tandem, unleashing a curse attack that pushes Cognitive Akechi straight into the wall. The cognition tries to get up, but ultimately dissolves.

“Finally.” Crow sighs.

Suddenly, Skull shouts. “What the hell?”

Crow and Joker quickly pull their weapons to deal with the new threat.

“What’s wrong?” Joker asks.

“Oracle’s a ghost!” To prove his point, Skull sticks his hand through Oracle’s head.

“I’m not a ghost. I’m broadcasting into the Metaverse from outside Tokyo,” Oracle says.

“You can do that?” Queen gasps.

“With a lot of help. I met these guys called the shadow operatives, and a couple of them have the same powers as me so we can combine them to increase the range of my scanning.”

“Woah, really?” Panther asks.

“Yeah. Oh also, one of the people helping me is Rise Kujikawa, by the way.”

Panther’s eyes widen. “Ok now you’re messing with me!”

“No she’s legit here! Say hi Rise!”

Futaba’s form flickers and Rise Kujikawa stands in front of them. “Hello!”

“Oh my gosh it’s Risette.” Mist gasps.

“This is the coolest thing to have happened to me, ever.” Skull says. “Can I get an autograph?”

“I can give one to Futaba-chan for you!” Risette says. Then her form shifts again, and Futaba is back.

“Thank you! That’s the reaction I was looking for! Inari wasn’t impressed at all!”

“I told you that I was happy for you.” Fox says, walking towards the others with a slight limp.

“This is the coolest thing ever, I was expecting something a bit more excited!”

“Alright,” Queen says before the bickering can get out of hand. “We need to return to the real world soon, we’re all pretty banged up.”

“We still need to get that last letter of recommendation!” Crow says.

“None of us can handle another fight,” Mona says. “And you were the one that said we probably weren’t going to get a letter from the Cleaner by asking nicely!”

“We don’t have time to waste though!”

“Um if all we need is the Cleaner’s letter,” Fox says, reaching into his pocket. “I’ve got that one.”

The other Thieves stare at him.

“How?” Joker asks.

Fox and Oracle share a look.

“There’s a lot you need to catch up on,” Oracle says. “Lemme find you guys a safe room nearby, then Fox can tell you the whole story.”

#alto writes #whumptober2020 #which i'm still writing in december because I am very slow and very impulsive #on the run au #persona 5 #p5r spoilers #kinda sorta but not really? like it makes more sense if you've already played the third semester but you know just to be safe #wordcount: 3500-4000 #brainwashing tw #this is me stretching the prompt but my house my rules :p #yes this might be the most self-indulgent chapter I've written so far #no.15

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Maid to the Rescue - A KBTBB Fanfic - Part 4

Hey guys! Here’s my update. Thanks to those that read this! Love you all. Sorry it isn’t that great. Voltage owns the rights to KBTBB, I’m just writing a fanfic :-)

"What the heck kid, where ya been?!" Mamoru continues the line of questioning. So far, I have not been able to get a word in. The atmosphere in the vehicle is palpable and electric. I know the decision I made a year ago would affect others around me, but I honestly did not know what to expect. "Guys, please, slow down. I know and I apologize for not..."

"I mean, princess, you're like a badass all of the sudden! Baba interrupts. I slow down the vehicle as we near our location and enter a covered garage. "Guys, please, I will explain, but I need you to quickly put on the jackets, coats and hats that are in the back of the trunk. Come on, follow me."

The men do as told, but their expressions give away their state of confusion and unease. I hold on to the roof of the car and help propel myself to the trunk. Eisuke quickly comes around from the passenger side and helps me walk to the back. "Thank you..." I try to tell him, but notice he can't seem to stare me in the face.

I remove my arm from Eisuke and open the trunk. "Alright men, each bundle has a name on it, please put on your clothing. We will be walking to the bar where you will meet people from my team and we will go our separate ways to the same location. Mamo and Ota, you will ride with Net. Soryu and Baba, you will ride with Lucy. Eisuke, you will ride with me."

"Just who are these people, Lisa?" Eisuke asks me, I could hear the frustration in his voice. I know he's hurt and wants to know more, but I hope he can understand me better soon. "These are people that helped me tremendously through a tough time in life. They have assisted me in coordinating this operation to rescue you guys, so please, trust me in this."

"I know, but the bullet missed a major artery. It's just a matter of removing it and stitching the wound. I need to clean my leg a bit and we can go. Can you help by supporting me?" He grunts as if frustrated, but his eyes show nothing but concern and a bit of sadness. I proceed to clean the wound with some wipes left in the car, Nix is a gem for thinking of everything.

I turn around and proceed to remove my jacket, bullet proof vest and long sleeve shirt. I begin to pull and tug at my black dress that was hidden underneath all my protective clothing. I unbuckle my belt as well as Eisuke's belt from my leg and remove the pants. "Ngh... ouch, ouch, ouch..." as a bit of the burning sensation is felt on the leg, but the blood has slowed, thanks to the bullet still being imbedded. "What the heck do you think you're doing?" Eisuke rushes to my side, quickly helps pull my dress down and checks my leg. "That looks bad."

"I don't think you should be walking." Eisuke continues with his concern for me. "Yeah kid, ya don't look good." Mamo follows suit. "So what now?" Soryu asks. I manage to finish clearing the blood from my leg and step into my stilettos. Eisuke hovers near me to ensure I don't fall.

"Guys, this is not the first time I've been shot, I'll be fine. Now, let's go..." I tried to explain more; however, I shouldn't have mentioned my previous experience as Eisuke got angrier and scoffed. He takes my arm a bit more harshly and places it around his shoulders. "I should carry you." He says. "No, it would be too suspicious. Let them think I'm drunk and that you're helping me walk."

It takes a few minutes to arrive to our location as we parked near the bar. The smell of smoke instantly reaches us as we open the door. There are some people at the bar tending to their drinks, others playing pool and some just conversing with their friends. Oldies play from a juke box in the corner combining with the loud noise coming from the activity. It is a small bar that can be considered a hole in the wall, but it is exactly what we need to remain unnoticed.

The guys don't seem too impressed, but then again, they may also just be tired and hurt. "What is this dump?" Ota says. Never mind, they're not impressed.

"It's the dump where you meet us and leave safely." A short, blond-haired and curvylicious Lucy states as she approaches us. "Hi guys, I'm your date for tonight." She winks at Soryu and Baba. She struts her stuff in her form-fitting black dress and interlocks her arms with the men. "Go along with it guys, just pretend I'm your conquest and that you're driving me home, try to sell it though, think 'managetrois." She whispers. Luckily, the guys nod and move quickly with her, Baba takes her cue as she hugs both of them by the waist and he leans into her neck and kisses her ear. Lucy giggles away as they disappear by the exit.

"That leaves you and me Eisuke. Like I said, I'll pretend to be drunk and you're taking me home. Our car is parked to the side of the bar." He takes my arm once again and places it around his shoulders. We walk out of the bar as the cold night air greets us once again.

From the bar, a young, red-headed man turns from his seat and approaches us, "Alright losers. I'm your exit!" Net says to Ota and Mamoru. "Just pretend that you've had a shitty night and we're all buddies heading out." Mamo and Ota look annoyed, but go with it anyways, no other choice.

I giggle and swagger during our walk as he keeps his head down and out of sight. We get to a small red car and get in. I take out my phone and place it on the dash as I activate my GPS. "Here's the coordinates. Go ahead and drive the speed limit to the location. Keep your head covered with the hat."

"Why the secrecy, Lisa?" I sigh and take a deep breath. Time to tell him all of the truth. "Your enemy is the prime minister." Eisuke's hands tighten around the wheel, his knuckles almost turning white. "Why?" He manages to grunt out.

"A few years ago, when the auctions started, you had a tryst with a business woman. Turns out, she was one of his lovers, and boy did he love her. He was infuriated with you and so hurt by her that he sold her to an organization called AID to try and cover up their tryst. Mamoru had been involved in the investigation and he got too close to comfort. Should people discover the connection to AID and all the money he's received from them, it would be catastrophic. Ryuun also had ties to the prime minister and wanted assistance to get the Dragons back. The prime minister didn't mind, he wants more power, that means Soryu would have to be removed from the picture."

Eisuke exhales and clears his throat. "Okay, I get it. But why all this running around?" I shake my head and try to get the dizziness to stop. I really need to take care of this wound soon. "Because he has access to all of Tokyo, cameras, media, you name it. The helicopter captured footage of us being chased and we were able to hack and download the file before it was erased by the prime minister's team. We also don't want him to trace you and the guys until we get all this stuff together and expose the bastard, so we have to erase your tracks as best as possible, hence all this running around. Where we are headed to, you will be safe for a couple of days."

Eisuke looks frustrated, but pensive as he takes all of the information in. "There are also connections to Nishina, Ozaki as well as the fact that Baba has stolen a few items and he just really doesn't like Ota. He refers to you guys as the rat pack and hates that you're gaining ground worldwide with your businesses. He's hired many to go after you, the masked man being the most loyal. My group as been investigating the prime minister for a while now. He has also ruined the life of the young man you met earlier due to his personal ties to him; not to mention the disappearance of his twin brother."

I feel so tired and just wish I could close my eyes. "HEY! Don't you dare! Stay with me Lisa! I just found you again, you're not leaving me!" I shake my head again to wake myself up and slap my cheeks a little. "I know, I know, sorry, I'm just tired. Eisuke, I'm really sorry for not having kept in contact with you all. I wasn't mad at you and didn't disappear for those reasons."

"I thought about that at first." Eisuke says. "But I found it strange that I couldn't find you, not even after a few days, then that turned into weeks and here we are... I thought you were kidnapped, or worse, killed, because of me!" the last line he states with a bit more anger to it.

"Listen, I never knew what we were to each other. One thing is for sure, I knew for certain, and still know, that I love you with all my heart. What I did wasn't to hurt you or anyone else." Eisuke slams his hand on the steering wheel. "Really? then why, WHY did you do it?" I wasn't expecting this much anger, but I have to let it all out, as calmly as possible.

"If you researched me, then you know about me, my family and how everything looks from the outside. A pretty family portrait on the surface with a disturbing story underneath. My mother was a caring person in the beginning, but slowly she changed. To sum it all up, Narcissistic Personality Disorder is a real thing and she has it. I was criticized on a daily basis, nothing was ever good enough for her. She pitted my father against me and the years of emotional/verbal abuse took their toll."

I take a deep breath as all these memories I had burried deep inside come to surface. "She started developing paranoia or schizophrenia, I can't remember which one, and it got worse. I grew up with the notion that I wasn't going to be worth getting to know, that no man would want me, as she put it. I was too stupid, simple, ugly, you name it." The car turns on to a different road and I close my eyes for a second.

"HEY! Stay with me, keep talking!" Eisuke wakes me from my haze and I continue. "When things happened at the Tres Spades, it had barely been a couple of months after I had left my house to be on my own. My father became her next target and I didn't have the strength to fight anymore. I later learned many things through friends and co-workers about these conditions and it helped me put it all into perspective... That day when you 'broke up' with me publicly, I decided to build the person I wanted to be. So I left in search of new things and found a friend who was able to teach me so much about everything, especially computers."

"LISA! You better fucking stay awake and complete that thought!" I come to again and begin to laugh. "All in all Eisuke, I love you and I hope you love me as well, even after a year, after I left. Please don't be mad at me, but I'm just sleepy, didn't get much sleep last niiight..." and with that, my world goes black.

"It took time, but I was able to rebuild my confidence, become stronger and forgive. I needed to let go of the anger, hurt and frustration from all those horrible years with her. I accepted the fact that I didn't really have a mother and that she would not change and just let it go and continue to pray for her safety and health. My father, unfortunately, was not able to make it after he got seriously ill and passed away a few months ago." I take a deep breath and lay back on my seat. "Eisuke, there hasn't been a day I don't think about you. I just wanted to be able to be at my best, filled with confidence and not rely on you for my happiness. I want to be your partner, your friend, your support..." I start to see black spots for a second.

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alphacrone · 4 years

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for it’s better to burn out than to fade out of sight (6/?)

rating: T pairings: Yuki & Tohru (platonic), Tohru/Kyo, Yuki/Machi, other canon pairings & friendships summary: In the end, it wasn’t sadness Yuki felt, when Tohru Honda had her memories erased. No, it was anger. And anger he could work with.

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v. my cliff face is crumbling, silently tumbling, down to the water below

***

Yuki wasn’t sure what happened. One day he was hanging out normally with Tohru, playing card games and eating lunch, and the next she was scurrying away from him in the halls. Had he done something to offend her? Was he annoying her, spending so much time with her group of friends? Did he smell ?

Uotani and Hanajima noticed—of course they did, they’d been on high alert since the tent incident—but made no mention of it to Yuki. This, shockingly, did nothing to alleviate his worry.

Before, they’d chat in the mornings before class, sit together to eat lunch, and then sometimes hang out after school, whether to walk home or to Tohru’s job or to a convenience store to get drinks. But now she made excuses to skip lunch, arrived to class late and left as soon as the bell rang. Yuki thought he was going to lose his mind as he obsessively thought of anything and everything he could have done to hurt her.

This went on for a whole week before Uotani and Hanajima cornered Yuki by the lockers as he prepared to go home.

“Have you noticed anything...off about Tohru lately?” Uotani asked, arms folded defensively across her chest. She reflexively looked over her shoulder as a few chattering girls passed.

“Off?” Yuki asked. He dropped his shoes to the floor and pulled off one of his uwabaki . “She has been avoiding me, but I’m not sure what I did to offend her.”

Uotani nodded. “At first I thought you just did something stupid and Tohru was being too nice to tell us about it, but now...she’s acting really shifty around us, too.”

With a sigh, Yuki slipped on his shoes. “Have you tried talking to her about it?”

“Yes,” Hanajima replied. “She denies anything is wrong. But she’s lying.”

“Do you think…?” Yuki paused, unsure how to verbalize his thoughts delicately.

Uotani, however, had no such qualms. “That she’s being mistreated by her family? Yeah.”

“She doesn’t say much about her aunt and oldest cousin,” Hanajima said grimly, face not showing a hint of emotion. “She says very kind things about her grandpa, and sometimes her cousin, Kaoru. But the other two...I don’t trust them.”

“Do you think they’re...hurting her?” Yuki asked, alarmed. His hands began to shake involuntarily, so he gripped tighter at his satchel.

“I don’t think so,” Uotani said with a sigh. “Not, like, physically. But Tohru’s too nice, I think they’re taking advantage of that. She’s so good at cooking and cleaning, those rat bastards probably think she owes them and makes her do all the chores, even though she’s got school and work and stuff! Kids shouldn’t have to earn a place to live, you know? Not from their families.”

“They shouldn’t,” Yuki said softly. “But she may feel she has to.”

Uotani huffed with dark laughter and shook her head. “You may not’ve known Tohru long, but you’re spot-on with that, Prince . Fuck!” Uotani kicked one of the lockers, hands in her hair. “Should I just kidnap her? Force her to live with me n’ Pops and refuse to let her do any chores ever ?”

“My parents would love to have her back with us,” Hanajima said simply. “They think it’s refreshing to have such a hardworking young person in the house. Megumi and I lack motivation.”

Yuki couldn’t say it to them, but he knew of a household that desperately missed Tohru’s presence, a place where she’d had her own room and was free to be herself. She’d insisted on doing the cooking and the cleaning, but only because Shigure had convinced her not to pay rent. She hadn’t just been good for the Sohmas in that house; Yuki truly believed they’d been good for her, too.

“Perhaps...we should have a word with her grandfather,” Yuki suggested. “Without Tohru present.”

Uotani’s eyes lit up. “Oh, now there’s an idea. You really are more than just a pretty face.”

Yuki huffed and gave Uotani an unimpressed look. She laughed and slapped his shoulder, far more aggressively than he anticipated.

“You will be a valuable asset in the future,” Hanajima agreed. “Let’s discuss this further tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, we can figure out the details later.” Uotani waved at Yuki. “See ya later!”

“Later…” Yuki parroted, feeling a little overwhelmed. Uotani and Hanajima were never not overwhelming, but he felt he’d grown closer to them lately, so their loud personalities felt more amusing than grating. He could see what Tohru loved about them.

Feeling lighter than he had all day, Yuki began his long walk home. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow...

***

Tohru was still avoiding him the next day. Uotani shot him a concerned grimace as Tohru made an excuse to not eat lunch with them that day, but Yuki wasn’t having it. As she scurried away from Hanajima, Yuki followed, rushing out of the classroom without a word. It was one thing to avoid him , but for Tohru to avoid her two closest friends? Yuki was putting an end to it.

“Honda, please!” He called as she turned a corner. “Wait up!”

He could hear her footsteps grow faster, so he broke into a sprint. Tohru was many things, but fast was not one of them.

Yuki caught up to her in the stairwell, halfway up to the third floor. He grabbed her hand, nearly tripping them both in the process, but he was willing to do anything to get Tohru to stop .

“ Please,” he panted, squeezing tightly at her hand. “Honda, please, whatever I did, I’m sorry. Please don’t avoid your friends because of me. Please .”

“What?” Tohru’s voice was small and shaky. “I-I’m not avoiding anyone, I’m just- busy! I promise.”

“Honda…” Yuki let go of her hand. “We’ve all noticed. Uotani and Hanajima are really worried about you. I’m worried about you. So if I did something, please just tell me and I’ll go away, I won’t ever talk to you again-”

“No!” Tohru covered her mouth. “I mean...you didn’t do anything, Sohma. I...I can’t tell you what’s wrong. But it’s not something you did, I don’t think…”

“You don’t...think…?” Yuki narrowed his eyes. “Honda, please, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I-I...I have photos,” Tohru whispered, curling in on herself until her hair draped in front of her face, blocking her from Yuki’s view. “Photos of...us.”

Yuki, for the life of him, could not recall taking a selfie with Tohru, nor were Hana and Uo the type to snap candids of their friends while hanging out. The only people who ever took his picture were the girls from the fan club…

His heart skipped a beat. “Is someone harassing you?” He asked, leaning in closer. “For...for being friends with me?”

“No! No, it’s not that,” Tohru scrambled, still hiding her face from him. “M-my aunt hired a private detective to follow me, before I moved in with them, and he- he took photos of me. Of us.”

“They what? ” Yuki’s frown deepened. “Your family doesn’t approve of...friends? Male friends? Is that it?”

“Sohma.” The seriousness of her tone made Yuki’s blood run cold. She looked up at him, eyes red and swollen, looking distraught. It was devastating.

“Honda…” Yuki leaned back, realizing he’d encroached so far into her personal space, their noses had nearly touched.

Tohru took a deep, shuddering breath and said, “I don’t remember it. Any of it. There are pictures of us walking home, going to the store...and Kyo is in them, too, and I don’t remember ever seeing him outside school, but there are pictures and- and I know it’s me and you and him in the pictures but how ? How could all these pictures exist? How could they exist and I don’t- I don’t remember...we weren’t even friends then, when I was living in the tent.”

Emotions crashed like waves in Yuki’s chest, battering his ribs like ships upon rocks. He was relieved and horrified and distraught and elated all at once, heart clenching at the dark circles under Tohru’s eyes, the sickly pallor from all the nights she must have stayed awake thinking she’d gone mad. He wanted nothing more, in that moment, than to be able to take her hand and tell her nothing was wrong. But he couldn’t; Yuki refused to lie to her.

“What if I told you…” he said slowly. “That people’s memories could be suppressed?”

Tohru’s lips parted in a shocked oh . “Sohma, what do you mean?”

“There are people in my family, who have studied the art of memory suppression,” he continued carefully. “It’s something they have to implement when...outsiders learn our secret.”

“You’re not making any sense,” Tohru whispered, voice cracking with emotion. “What’s going on?”

“Do you remember living in the tent, all those weeks? Do you remember anything from that time?”

“Yes…” Tohru paused, teeth worrying at her bottom lip. “I remember...it was a little scary at first. There were bugs everywhere and I could hear dogs howling at night. I had to shower and wash my clothes at school, too, but I wasn’t worried because I always had Mom with me. Except when- when…” She swallowed audibly, eyes roving back and forth as she dug further into her memory. “There was...a landslide. Mom- Mom was buried and I couldn’t get her out and then...then everything was okay. Did someone…? I remember...ornaments. I saw Zodiac ornaments set out to dry...at someone’s house? But there wasn’t a cat one, of course there wasn’t, but I was still sad.” She closed her eyes, head clutched in her hands. “There was a garden.”

“A garden?” Yuki’s throat grew tight. “What was in the garden.”

“Leeks,” Tohru responded, and then she laughed. “I don’t know why that’s funny, I’m sorry.”

“It is funny,” Yuki said gently. “Kyo hates them.”

The corner of Tohru’s mouth quirked up. “Sohma...did I learn your family’s secret?” She asked in a hushed whisper.

Yuki nodded, too relieved to speak.

“And...my memories were erased,” she said. Yuki tried to nod again, but instead ducked his head low in shame.

“I-I’m sorry,” he said, hot tears spilling over his cheeks. “I couldn’t stop it. I should’ve tried harder, but I could-couldn’t.”

“It’s okay,” Tohru said, taking Yuki’s hand back in hers. “I know you wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t important.”

Yuki shook with his tears, sobbing heavily as the relief and terror overcame him after weeks of balancing on a razor’s edge. She knew . She didn’t remember, but she knew .

“So, we were friends, then?” Tohru asked softly. “And then I forgot, and we became friends again?”

“Y-yeah,” Yuki rasped. “You-you said...you asked me if we could still be friends, after you forgot. Th-that’s why I asked to eat lunch with you that day. I wanted us to be friends, like we had been.”

“Thank you,” Tohru said, and her voice sounded almost as watery as his. “Thank you.”

And then she did the one thing Yuki hoped for and feared. She threw her arms around him in a hug. For a brief, bright moment, Yuki relished the warmth of her close to him, the sweet scent of her shampoo, the absolute love that radiated from her like light from the sun.

But then he felt the tell-tale pull of transformation, thick smoke engulfed him, and he plummeted to the ground fast and hard.

Tohru’s gasp was the last thing he heard before everything went black.

#fruits basket fanfiction #fruits basket spoilers #fruits basket #furuba fanfiction #yuki & tohru #anna writes things #x-posting from ao3

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filiaromana · 5 years

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ENDGAME was AWESOME but NOT PERFECT (Spoilers)

It was the shortest 3-hour movie I have seen next to Troy (2004) Let me break it down to the good/amazing stuff and the confusing/mediocre stuff. Confusing

1. The FIVE year time jump. We all know that time jumps are generally signs of weak and lazy writing, I know the producers and writers are trying to address every subplot but the fall from grace moments are as essential as the results we have seen our beloved characters in. Nat drowning herself with work, Steve trying to do emotional support for people and help them move on, Clint becoming an assassin (which could have a potential for more intricate scenes) and Tony finally building Pepper a house by the farm or lake, you get that point. What we could have was Pepper building Tony back up, Steve dealing with his failures (which I thought they would do when they began the HQ scene with Tony saying I fucking told you). AND HULK-BANNER JOURNEY TO COOPERATE? (Like Naruto and Kurama finally becoming friends, we have had a whole anime series for that and here, we got nothing.) We could have had those hows, those things that made some of the OG Avengers to just wanna “move on”. 2. The VORMIR plothole. SO Nebula is basically their tour guide in space right? Aside from Rocket. So, why the fuck didn’t she say things about the SOUL STONE MANDATORY SACRIFICE? It’s not a detail you wanna hold back from the team? Logically this detail that killed Gamora, her beloved sister, shouldn’t have kept in the dark. “But it wouldn’t have the same, intensity and gravity if Nebula warned the OG team.” Yeah, so this is telling me, she just stomached everything, somehow arranged and assigned two best buds who mean the world to each other to get the soul stone. How convenient. How fucking convenient.

(for those who are saying Nebula didn’t understand the Soul stone sacrifice at the very first place)

3. The RULES of TIME TRAVEL. I CAN’T ONLY BE THE ONE WHO IS FRUSTRATED by this. We have seen a lot of time travel movies, the ripple effect and the other rules of this shit. You don’t show yourself to people who directly know you, you don’t show yourself to your past self, and lastly, you don’t get to kill your fucking past self and still get to live. They even managed to bring it up themselves, referencing movies. But the only scapegoat they had was, they are gonna return the stones? Thor talking to Queen Frigga, so what do we think about this? Frigga is still going to die by the hands of the Dark Elves with the new experience and information she had by meeting Fluffy Thor from the future. Steve parring with himself? Tho he thinks of himself as Loki. Lastly, NEBULA SHOOTING HERSELF without affecting her future self? AND what would past Thor think of his lost hammer? The only unwrinkled detail here is Banner meeting with the Ancient One. That’s it. 4. STEVE LIVING HIS LIFE. Bitch, we could have closed our eyes with the previous item but this right here is MAJOR shit. HE returned the stones but stayed in his timeline? So, there is not Captain America during some key events for the Shield/dra and the past how many movies we have seen to lead up to this moment? Bitch what? WHAT? I DON’T BUY THIS SHIT. NOT AT ALL. The guy who saved the world just ruined its present timeline for himself. We can forgive you for telling your past self that Bucky is alive, but this part? This has to cause some CHANGES in the present future. I just really wish they have established some ground rules for time travel stuff. Mediocre 5. WHERE DID THAT PEGASUS COME FROM? 6. That rat. How convenient. What a great timing for that rat to sniff around the van, but it felt like the whole Quantum realm solution rested on a convenient rodent? Come on, we could have done better. We could have Tony studying past Stark-collaborations with the Pym particle. Something far more plausible. 7. No one conveniently died from that surprise airstrike? Somehow a lot of things about the plot was convenient.

8. What of Gamora now? Did you just purposely or accidentally erased Gamora’s character development that you would fix it in GotG vol3?

Good

1. Killing Thanos in the first ten fucking minutes. Whilst it gave us the impression of a time travel/parallel universe solution. It made sense, their plan made sense. Thanos was weakened, the gauntlet was damaged, and they have a powerful backup. Get the stones, reverse it boom. Then it was a detour so they just opted for another option with the same plan. Get the stones (from the past), reverse it. 2. Carol Danvers. Everything about Captain Marvel, from her haircut to the fact that she was even downplayed, making it about the OG team to fix it. And that part where she got teary eyed looking at her old friend Fury. We are yet to see her second movie. Her entrance tho, everybody cheered and whistled. Yas KWEEN. That’s our girl. She even carried a whole ship by herself. AND SHE IS GIVEN THE CHANCE TO HAVE A SHOWDOWN WITH THANOS. He only managed to overpower her by kinda cheating and literally using his other hand with the power stone. Given the premise from IW, with his fight with Tony. Carol could have just sealed the deal. 3. Wanda being a wonder. That callback. You’ve taken everything from me. Bitch could have crushed Thanos apart, I even got the sense of some Dark Phoenix schist. (No offense meant to XMEN fans) but then again, Thanos was that desperate, sacrificing his army to get away from Wanda’s grip. 4. New Asgard. A lot says that Thor’s development was erased in this movie, but personally, his depression only registered after a few years as it is different for everyone. He got a beer belly, and boy did he look like a typically mythological god with the dad bod. Valkyrie taking charge of everything is so noble of her. 5. Steve wielding the Mjolnir. Alright, this could have gone straight to the amazing list but then again. He was able to summon thunder? Odin said the power of Thor doesn't reside on the hammer but within himself in Thor Ragnarok. So why was Steve able to blast Thanos with some lightning? But nevertheless, it’s good. I’ll buy it. Maybe they went with “Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."

6. Nat’s sacrifice. It was a very emotional moment, I honestly thought it was going to be Clint, to redeem his killing spree (which we didn't get to see much of) but it ended up with her. She deserved better tho, and Scarjo did an amazing performance.

Amazing (It’s many so I’ll put it in bullets)

Skinny Tony.

“I went for the head.”

Steve’s ass.

Thor’s Fortnite

Carol’s haircut.

Hail Hydra

Howard Potts.

Iron Woman

Ant Man and his tacos

Basically the whole climax

Stark Gauntlet

Hulk and the stairs

Morgan Stark

Spidey Instant Kill

Queen Valk

Captain Samerica

Peggy Rogers

The potato gun kid

“She’s got help.”

“I am inevitable.”

“I am Iron Man”

“It’s okay, you can rest now.”

peace out, I gotta get back to work

#endgame #avengers endgame #spoilers #reviews #movie review #time travel #tony stark #captain amer #thor #hawkmoth #captain marvel #iron man #steve rogers #nebula #marvel #MCU #marvel cinematic universe #marvel spoilers

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gukptune · 5 years

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— resolution, 2 (m.)

↛ jungkook x reader

A stranded pirate caught in a ship wreck finds herself lost in the tides of a Samurai Kingdom. Witnessing the mass murder of her crew she makes way inland hoping to find her Captain, though she gets caught by someone she never wanted to affiliate herself with.

↛ genre: pirate!au, pirate!jungkook, pirate!reader, angst, smut

↛ warnings: nothing really, only angst haha but i assure you its good character building!!

↛ words: 2.3k+

↛ note: surprise! i had this in the works for sooo long, i felt like it was a good point to end part 2!! will def have a part 3 to end it all but yesss, this part is mainly to develop their relationship!

SERIES INDEX: Resolution

— part one

— part two

— finale

SERIES MASTERLIST

Sunrise, sunset - over and over again. You’ve lost hope long ago, hope that you’d leave this strange land. The land of which you never understood the language and at every step you took to make way from chamber to grounds eyes were on you, peering hatred and despise for you. Your Captain hadn’t stopped his hunt for you and the rest of the living crew, he was stopping at nothing and you feared that made your life worse. Trying to fit in wasn’t something you could attempt.

You looked nothing like the people here, your braised skin healed slowly from all those times kept inside the walls. He said he kept you inside because he wanted you to heal, you wondered if he insinuated that to be a way to make you less ‘pirate like’.

He had you dressed, cleaned and pampered. You looked the part in all ways but your own skin, all the scars and the marks can’t be erased. Somehow that made everything better, all his attempts to hid your truth yet reality didn’t like it happen.

Your past, your actions, your life was etched into your skin. Every day you would smile due to the fact that he was failing. In the end he gave up, maybe he finally excepted you.

All these weeks, all these months you didn’t hate the life he gave you, well the life he forced you into. He tried, he really did. Training was in order, in payment for your stay he would like you by his side ― his own weapon.

Seemingly a killer in disguise you’d become, he acted like you didn’t know how to fight. You knew it all, you’ve had your fair share of battles on the hungry sea, sending souls to reach the depths, handing them over to Davy Jones.

He was frustrated to say the least, his posture was upright and elegant. He had a recipe for his attacks, they were calculated and perfected.

Yours were, nothing like that. It was aggressive, based on pure instinct and luck. You fought dirty and that was what he hated about it.

He would scold you for hunching, for throwing sand in his face to distract him, for believing in your instincts. You should hate him by now, yet you felt that his efforts were going to waste and yet he never gave up.

The question stays with you of why he really wanted to keep you, why he truly needed you ― a pirate far from home, a girl with no knowledge of Japanese, a rat of the sea.

“Aren’t you suppose to be reading?” A voice bellowed through the spacious room of which you called your own.

Biting your lip you kept your head still, in your cross-legged figure you shrugged continuing on with your previous action.

Jungkook lets out a displeased grovel, his bare footsteps against the wooden floor echoed against the thin walls. The dimly lit room formed a shadow of his slender yet strong body against the floor merely skimming at the corner of your eyes.

Before you know it he plops himself by your side, his hands crawling up the small table you sat yourself next to, “If you want to learn our language you actually have to make an effort.”

You scoffed, “I don’t want to learn your language, I’d like to learn another - something like French or Spanish you know the language of a isle I was suppose to raid.”

Jungkook sensed your sass, he sighed deeply giving up on the entire fiasco for now. He thought that you’d like to learn the language, mainly because you’ve been complaining about his servants and maids side eying you. Of course, most of it wasn’t harmful but curious. He would explain what they were saying but you never believed him.

His eyes glanced over the object of which your hand was covering. His eyes squinted, noticing your body turning away from him slightly, seemingly hiding what you were doing. The literature and writing tools scrambled across the ground before you.

You thought your silence would be enough to keep him away but hell, it wasn’t. His hand made quick work of taking you by surprise yanking the scroll underneath your hand into his own.

You jumped, pushing yourself over the table trying to grab for the parchment. He was holding up higher than you could reach in your sitting position. His eyes twinkled at the scribbles, which to him weren’t.

He lets out a laugh, “Didn’t know you had a crush on me, or that you drew well.”

Your checks flushed into a different shade, that wasn’t even the reason for you drawing that. It was a picture of him, mainly because you could only remember his face by heart that clearly and in detail.

“That’s—that’s not true! Give that to me,” You yelled, poking at his sides which made him flinch from the tickle and let the paper fall from his grasp and into your own.

You immediately placed it underneath yourself and sat on it. At least in this way he can’t get another look of it. His eyes were intense, it had a twinge of excitement and curiosity.

“Hmm, are you sure?” He teased, seeing the nervous blinking you gave him, “Anyways, you draw well. If anything you could drop the pirating and become a painter for the Kingdom.”

“As if, I may draw well but I don’t paint as well as this,” His eyes raised in questioning that made you continue, “I would draw up maps and sketch the architecture, treasure, scenery, artefacts or ruins we’d come across to keep.” He nods, “Makes sense, but I’m sure that’s not the reason by your Captain really needs you back.”

With this, he completely looks away from you. Standing up and making his way towards the door, “Training at five this evening, don’t be late, koibito.” He mumbles incoherently after this, leaving your room entirely. Leaving you to sink in what just happened, he wasn’t going to let this down — nope, not Jeon Jungkook. The last word you hear confused you. Having heard this said a few times around, you never asked what it meant.

“Keep your head up and always looking around you, ____ , be quick on your feet and always agile.”

“We’re going to need to work on your flexibility because that kick barely went over my knee.”

“Are you sure you actually defeated other crews? If all your crewmates fight like you, I’m pretty sure you’d all be dead, ____.”

“You always counter then attack, okay, this is simple stuff. When you get better you’ll purely attack, and when you’re smaller than your opponent don’t try to attack because it will never go well.”

“Have you even held a sword before—a knife? A rock? You act like it’s heavy than yourself.”

“____, faster.”

“Left,____.”

“____.”

You wanted to die, yes, if there was a deep pit you’d jump right in. There is a river right there, maybe you could drown yourself before he notices. He’s picking up all the weapons right now, he’s busy.

You were on your back, breathing heavily on the ground. Sweat trailing down your entire body, the sun was going down now. You still felt like you were boiling. Flipping over on your stomach, groaning from the impact ― well he definitely bruised your ribs today.

Crawling, dragging your body against the grass you were so close but so far from the water, not realising how stupidly loud you were.

Jungkook was at this point done with the packing, all the weapons sheathed and stored in their boxes on the horse. He waved his horse off as it went about it’s way home, Jungkook had trained an extremely intelligent horse.

He raised his eyebrow at you, watching diligently as you reached your hand pathetically towards the water, “If you’re thirsty I have water.”

You pushed your face into the green luscious grass, muffling your despaired sobs in it. You shook your head aggressively.

“Then why are you heading towards the river, you’re going to drown from that current,” He explained, “Are you trying to kill yourself?”

Feeling a spark of hope from his words, it would kill you. Lifting yourself off the grass and dashing towards the water. Obviously not thinking straight, the water looked great. Glorious waterfall to the right and probably another drop on the left.

Before your feet could step a metre closer to the stream you were lifted off the ground like a sack of potatoes.You would know because he made you lift potato sacks to grow some muscles.

“Whoa, whoa―I was kidding,” He turns you around to face him, pointing a finger at your face, “Do not kill yourself.”

You huffed, “As if I was that stupid.”

“You were the one flying towards death, it’s just the truth,” He bellowed.

You furrowed your eyebrows, shoving your shoulder against his. Jungkook letting out a chuckle at your childlike mannerism.

Before he could usher another word, a guard came running, he seemed extremely out of breath and troubled.

“Jimin?” Jungkook asked, his face filled with confusion.

Jimin nods, swallowing hard before answering, “Jungkook, he’s here. He wants her.”

All eyes narrowed towards yours, you blinked unknowingly.

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathed, his eyes locking with yours.

“He says he has prisoners, that he’d trade her with ____,” Jimin said.

Her, was all you could gather from their conversation. Who would your Captain capture that would really allow Jungkook to trade you with. Honestly, you thought he’d never let you go.

“Her?” Jungkook asked.

Jimin sighs, “Jungkook, you know exactly who it is—we have no idea how he got the information or captured her but she’s in his hands.”

“Jungkook, it’s—”

A firing of a gun completely blocks your ears from taking in the name of the ‘her’. She must’ve been important, if not Jungkook wouldn’t be looking at you with eyes like that, like he was actually considering letting you go.

Jeon Jungkook, it was a stab in the heart for him. How was he suppose to make this decision, fuck, he knew that he’d lose one of you but he didn’t know who he’s more willing to lose.

Maybe it was anger, that you felt inside. You were annoyed that now because of a single her he’s changed his mind, did he forget his promises. Your captain killed hundreds and one person was suppose to make Jungkook pat your ass over. The sound of the gun, you knew it, you knew it well.

Jungkook had gotten you back in your room by force. You weren’t having it, you wanted to know of this person he’s so willing to trade. On the shell you wanted to tell him it was unfair that he’d let several of his men die, citizens die and not let you go but with one girl he was willing to take it all back. He was adamant, stubborn and fearless yet in his moment he was none of that. In the end it truly wasn’t that you were mad about, it was the fact that after all this time, it takes one moment for your faith in him to disappear.

“Let me go!”

He’s had you his shoulder with Jimin guarding as he marched you into safety, ‘safety’ obviously by his words.

“____! Stop, I need to you calm down,” Jungkook hushed, you were placed on your bed with his arms out trying to stop you from slipping past him. He looked worried with his eyebrows up like that, his doe eyes widened―of course that was enough to make you sit down. You face mimicking his, he was serious and upset.

“Are you going to trade me?”

His eyes shot back to yours, blinking protrusively, “Trade? No, you’re not an object―”

“You’re going to hand me over?”

“No―you’re also not a prisoner―”

“―not anymore,” You corrected, your tone was brutal, like was cutting into him. He breathed heavily, brushing his hair up over his forehead, he held your hand in his. Rubbing his large warm hands over your knuckles gently, his body was kneeled in front of you as you sat on the end of your bed staring down at him slightly.

“Please, just listen to me,” His voice cracked, you gulped realising that this was troubling him more that you though and in a way you didn’t understand.

He bit the skin on his bottom lip before going on, “You want to know, I understand that, ____, I know. Your Captain’s got the woman my father chose as my betrothed―”

“Your… be-betrothed?” Spluttering your words in shock. As long as you had been here never had you heard of such a thing. All these days he spent with you, thinking it was process. It was bad to feel your heart race when he’d come get you for breakfast, for training, reading ― it was bad but it felt so good. Your change in expression didn’t slip past Jungkook, the tightness in his heart should’ve been enough to make him chose but here he’d need to choose between his duties and his heart.

“Who is she?” Your light murmur drummed against his ears, making it even worse for him.

He locks eyes with you, “You won’t know her, we grew up together and my father believes we are compatible ― I haven’t seen her in years.”

Knowing that they had history didn’t make you feel any better, you truly didn’t understand why it bothered you so much.

“I don’t care what you two are, I care about how you’re so unfaithful to your own words,” You sussed.

Jungkook stills for a second, as if was trying to understand you, before he nods. Yet he was persistent, leaning down over you. “Hey, ____, please, trust me. We are nothing, I just―my father would do anything to protect her and her family.”

That includes throwing you back to a man you now feared, a changed man who didn’t fight for the right reasons anymore. The tall young Captain stopped crossing your mind since the day you’ve started to trust the man in front of you. Maybe now you would begin to miss him, his embrace, his scent, his love.

Your hand skimmed over the chain hanging down your neck, the ring shining in the light. It was a mark of trust, a mark of loyalty. Your face scrunched in thought, not noticing how Jungkook had caught sight of that ring. His nose scrunches before drawing back your attention with a squeeze of your thigh.

His breath hitched, his breath fanning over your hair, “I will protect you.”

His voice was sincere. As if he was trying to get you back on his side, it hadn’t worked. Words will mean nothing to you until he does what he promises, in the end he was unfaithful to his words, right?

You merely nodded, eyes still stitched to the jewellery.

Was it enough you wondered, these months with him. Was it enough to make you someone else, someone better. You had trusted him, believed in him but in the end could it overthrow your love for another, your love for Kim Taehyung.

It was hard, it was hard to believe in the words that came out of Jeon Jungkook’s lips anymore.

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #bts smut #pirate!jungkook #SORRY IM 20 MINS LATE HOLY HECK

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ograndebatata · 5 years

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EoA Appreciation Week 2019 - Day 6 - Wicked

So... long story short, I wasn’t able to get my ideas for the other days of the appreciation week ready on time, and even this one got finished a bit late.

I did want to share it, though, so here it is.

As with all my Elena of Avalor and Sofia the First fics so far, it takes place in my Tales of the Ever Realm fic continuity.

Summary: Having finished her training with the Scepter of Night, Shuriki wastes no time starting her plans for the future, both in terms of gaining power and getting rid of unwanted hurdles. But as she plots, she has no idea that one of her allies figured out a dirty secret that concerns him a great deal, and is making plans of his own.

And here is the fic.

Schemes and Sorrows

Most of the time, the depths of that jungle were a quiet, peaceful place, unspoiled since time immemorial, a location where even the Ancient Maruvians seldom went at the best of times. Birds sang, aromas of various flowers permeated the atmosphere, and trees taller than even some of the Maruvian ruins that were plentiful in other parts of the land stretched toward the sky, as if determined to one day touch the sun that enabled them to exist.

But over the previous months, there had been disturbances at various spots in this untouched place. They never lasted more than a few days, but they always seemed enough to suck the very spirit out of the environment, to the point it appeared its very life force either had been destroyed or wanted to make itself unnoticed to avoid attention.

And one such spot was about to become the latest location of such an occurrence.

"Inferno!"

Few creatures heard the shout. But as a large cave on a bare cliff side released a purple, flaming glow, every creature that noticed as much as a hint fled as fast as it could, thinking of nothing but getting away from danger. Predator and prey, large and small, they all thought of nothing but rescuing themselves.

The purple glow kept blazing at the cave's entrance, the area around the bare cliff ever more devoid of life as all those who could kept fleeing the vicinity. To the most sensitive ones, even the very air around the area seemed to grow an edge hotter and drier, the unusual effect seemingly powerful enough to affect even the very temperature.

No creature in the area had the same concept of timekeeping as humans, but the strange occurrence seemed to last an eternity for all of them.

But, as those creatures that for some reason had been unable to flee started to grow desperate that it would never end, the purple glow finally vanished with all the speed of a lightning flash.

By the cave's entrance, a pale black-haired woman lowered a silver scepter with a purple orb as a last flicker of flames flew from it, her breathing an edge heavy and her forehead beaded with sweat.

Beside her, an older-looking man in black robes and a blue cape with black cobras on it tapped the tamborita he held, the purple symbols floating vertically beside him ceasing the shifts they had undergone while the scepter had fired its jet of flames. His brow furrowed as he read what the symbols told him.

"Well?" Shuriki asked as Fiero spent an eternity without saying anything.

Fiero seemed to not have even heard her. He just kept studying the odd writing. Shuriki gritted her teeth. Much to her hatred, she hadn't yet been able to put any meaning to the symbols Fiero summoned whenever she trained with the Scepter of Night, and Fiero hadn't volunteered anything to her yet.

The rotten bastard.

"Well?" she repeated, more insistently.

At first, Fiero showed no reaction other than a small blink. But then, he turned to her and said, "I feel this is it."

Shuriki curled an eyebrow. What did he mean?

As if reading her mind, he added, "I think that's about as far as you'll get."

She narrowed her eyes, both at his tone and the actual sentence.

As if sensing her displeasure, he gave her an appeasing look and added, "And it should be more than far enough. Next time you face that Crown Princess, you should be able to bring her down if there's a good plan in place."

Shuriki narrowed her eyes an edge further. Despite the more complimentary words,, she didn't like it any more how Fiero's words to her so often seemed to have that edge of disdain than she did when they first started working together. The ungrateful bastard. She agreed to make him her Royal Malvago and the bitter geezer couldn't even show proper appreciation.

But before she had time to say anything about that, two speeding shapes approached from her left. Her heart jumped as she whirled the Scepter of Night toward both.

"Demolish!"

A blue blast flew from the scepter's jewel at her shout an instant before both blurs sped away from its path to avoid it.

"Put that down, it's us!" a familiar annoyed and annoying voice shouted.

Shuriki scowled, both at the petulant tone and the fact she had potentially been about to lose her ride. And then she had to force her scowl not to deepen as the two jaquins Troyo had gotten her landed before them, both looking distinctly annoyed.

"You should be more careful with that thing," Cruz snapped at her. "That's the second time you almost blast me away."

"Stop complaining!" Shuriki snapped at him. "It's your own fault for approaching like that. I thought you two were others from your flock of pests."

Both Cruz and Vestia scowled at her response, at which point Shuriki squeezed her scepter more tightly. Those two really needed to remember who was in charge.

But before anyone else could do anything, Fiero again tapped his tamborita to get their attention, erasing the strange symbols he had conjured at the same time.

"Before we start an argument that will last into the night, did you see anyone approaching?"

Both Shuriki and the jaquins scowled at Fiero for his interruption, but the malvago didn't even blink. For whatever reason, however, both of the winged rats seemed less annoyed as they turned to face him.

"No," Vestia replied. "As far as I could see, no one spotted us."

"I didn't see anything either," Cruz added.

Fiero nodded at them both.

"That's a relief. But for safety's sake, we should move again anyway."

The jaquins scowled again, though in a visibly less pronounced way than they had when Shuriki almost blasted them.

"Stop sulking, you two! Shuriki cut in. "It will be the last time we do it before we go back to Avalor and finish off that princess and her pesky friends."

This time, both jaquins actually gave matching wicked grins at her words, similar to the one Shuriki loved to give her targets whenever she was about to deal something to them.

"You're done getting fired up, then?" Cruz asked.

"Yes, I am," Shuriki stated. "Now cut the smart questions and get us out of here, beasts! Or would you rather wait to see if your fellow winged rats have spotted us after all?"

This time, the jaquins actually seemed about to bare their teeth at her for the remark. But before they got to do so, Cruz somewhat composed his expression and slid up to her so she could get on his back.

Meanwhile, Fiero actually walked up to Vestia himself and perched himself on the smaller jaquin's back, as always looking so unstable that the slightest speed bump would throw him off into the sky.

Shuriki held back a sneer as Cruz took off. Fiero always looked so ridiculous riding that jaquin, that half the time she saw him doing it she felt like she was about to crack up.

It was his own fault for looking so, though. After all, Cruz had enough room for both of them. She had even offered

But he had always refused. If Shuriki didn't know any better, she'd say he'd rather go through that discomfort than go through the discomfort of being so close to her.

Pity if that was the case. She loved it when he felt that discomfort. She loved when anyone felt that discomfort. She never felt better than when people squirmed in fear from being close to her, aware she could bring their freedoms or even their lives to an end the moment she decided to.

But his particular discomfort was something she could live without right now.

After all, she would soon get something much better.

///

Much later, as the sun sank below the horizon and the sky became a giant fire like those Shuriki hoped to make with her scepter, she and Fiero landed on another cliff side, hundreds of miles away from the previous one, and mostly covered in trees, except for the spot of bare rock surrounding the cave they had landed by.

"This should be minimally acceptable," Shuriki said as she dismounted. "We'll stay here until we go back."

"Swell," Cruz replied. "Now, if you don't mind, my sister and I will be taking care of our dinner."

Not waiting for Shuriki and Fiero to tell them if they minded or not, Cruz immediately took off flying. Vestia immediately did the same, leaving her and Fiero alone by the cave.

It lasted all of a moment, until he spoke up.

"Well, given the time it is, I think I'll be following the jaquins' lead and get something for our dinner."

Shuriki forced herself to appear calm and collected. While she certainly enjoyed eating as much as many humans, and could eat as much as she wanted without worrying about weight gain, she didn't actually need to eat or drink. As long as she kept breathing, she could literally live on air. To actually eat anything that could be found in this cursed jungle would be akin to torture.

But at the same time, there was just enough of her old self that she could be psychologically affected by not eating for too long. And Fiero did need to eat and drink, and for better or worse, he'd be useful when the time came for her to do away with Elena. If she starved him, he'd be too weak to help her properly.

"By all means, do," she agreed. "Just make sure to get something decent, not to mention you cook it ideally this time."

He curled an eyebrow. "There's no pleasing you, is there?"

She smirked. "Shouldn't you be motivated to please me? After all, I'll be the one making you my Royal Malvago when all is said and done."

Fiero held back a scowl.

"I'll just get dinner."

Not waiting for any further comment from her, he walked away into the forest, holding his tamborita. For a moment further, he seemed annoyed, but then his step perked up, as if something was making him happy, probably the idea of becoming her Royal Malvago once she was back on the throne.

Shuriki barely held back her laughter at the thought as she raised the Scepter of Night to her eyes.

The old fool! Did he really think she needed him as Royal Malvago? The moment Elena and her annoying family were dealt with and her place of ruler was properly secured, she'd turn the Scepter of Night on him and reduce him to ashes. A moment she looked forward to almost as much as the one when she dealt with Elena, especially given the look he was bound to have on that ugly face of his after she told him that not only she was behind his wife's death, but had actually struck down his daughter herself when the foolish girl had tried to beat her in a duel.

What would shock him more? The fact she had set in motion the events that had lead to his wife's death? Or the fact she had struck down his daughter with her own wand?

She almost couldn't wait to find out.

But at the same time, it didn't really matter. Both would be among the many looks of shock and horror she'd fondly remember for eternity once she was back on the throne.

And to make things even better, the Scepter of Night would allow her to not have to stop at Avalor this time. She could conquer Paraiso, Cordoba, Cariza, Enchancia, Maarswick, Napurna, Corinthia, Freezenburg, Zumaria… given enough time, the whole Ever Realm would be under her command, and she would be free to do with it as she saw fit!

And now that she had managed to permanently set herself in perfection thanks to the jewel Victor and Carla had gotten for her, she would truly have an eternal rule of everything she managed to conquer, her perfect form revered 'til the end of time.

The Scepter of Night clutched in her hands, Shuriki stared off into the forest, thinking of everything she would get once she was done with her conquest.

And as she lost herself in her dreams, Fiero stopped in the middle of the forest and half-turned toward where he'd walked from, a bloodthirsty grin on his gaunt face.

///

He couldn't believe it, he thought as he started into the direction where he knew Shuriki was.

Even though he'd been able to not make her suspicious for months, Fiero still couldn't fathom the witch being so full of herself. It seemed almost surreal that she still had no idea of how deeply he hated her, of how his claim of wanting to be her Royal Malvago was nothing but a ruse to stay close to her, or most of all, of how he was more than well aware that she was behind his wife's and daughter's deaths.

Not that he was complaining. Thanks to her ignorance, he had been able to stay close enough to learn just how much magic it took to power the Scepter of Night, and had even managed to discreetly build his magic to the point where he would be able to reliably use it.

And on the first available chance, whenever that was, he would take the scepter from her and look her in the eyes and soak in every bit of the horror she would be feeling as he did away with her.

Smile, you witch, smile. The malvago thought, sure that she was doing just that. Smile and keep dreaming of all the power you want to get. When I'm done making you pay for what you did to my family, I'll be the one with something to smile about.

Of course, Fiero had no idea of when that would happen. As vast as his magical talents were, foresight had never been one of them. He had no idea of what the future had in store for him or of what kind of circumstances would come about.

Not to mention that he was alone, while Shuriki had help. The fool, the girl, the two jaquins… they would all side with her over him if it came to a fight. And even if he could push himself to actually destroy them, he couldn't afford to try to get rid of them all on his own before trying to deal with her. There were far too many ways it could go wrong. And he wasn't foolish enough to try to sway them with promises he wouldn't keep. If none of them was loyal to Shuriki, there was no way they'd be loyal to him.

As much as he hated it, he had to lie low and be ready for anything and wait for just the right time, and pretend he still fully supported Shuriki until then.

What if that moment doesn't come before the whole royal family is eliminated and Shuriki is back on the throne? An inner voice asked.

Fiero pushed that voice away. It wouldn't happen. With how full of herself the witch could be, he doubted he'd have to go any farther than helping her to kill Elena. Still, the thought of the princess dying, even though she was a great-granddaughter of the man who had denied him the post of Royal Wizard, made some small part at the bottom of his being twitch the slightest edge. No matter how much he tried to rationalize it, her death would be an innocent death on his conscience.

He pushed the thought aside. It made no difference. He already had too many innocent deaths on his conscience. Yes, he hadn't actually meant to cause any of those others, but he could take one or two he meant to cause. He was already a rotten bastard anyway, and he had come too far to be able to turn back.

And he wouldn't let Gracia and Seentahna go unavenged. Gracia had been too kind to have the grisly end she had only met because Shuriki had told those rotten bastards of her whereabouts. And Seentahna had barely been past twenty when she was killed. She'd had her whole life ahead of her, and had thrown it away after her grief compelled her to go on a path of revenge - a path he hadn't been able to stop her from following.

Fiero clenched his fist in a mix of sadness and fury at the memories of them. Yes, he hadn't been able to stop his daughter from following that path, but the only reason she had even followed it and ended up dying was because Shuriki had been behind her mother's death. And for that, he would make Shuriki pay. He might be alone against her and her so-called allies, but he would make Shuriki pay.

You don't have to do it alone, you know? The same voice pointed out. You could still try to offer your help to the princess and her friends.

Again, he pushed the thought aside. He had considered it before, but it wouldn't work. Neither Princess Elena nor any of her friends would help him. Not after what he had done to Alacazar, even if it had been over a hundred years ago. Not after what he had already done to them, even if they all had recovered from it - except maybe that one isolated guard he had petrified outside the ballroom. If he tried to ask them for mercy, he doubted they would show any.

Not that a rotten bastard like him wouldn't deserve whatever they did to him, but he'd rather not endure it just yet. Maybe that would be an option to consider once Shuriki was taken care of, but for now he'd stay where he was.

Even if that means causing more suffering? The same voice insisted.

Fiero again pushed it aside. He'd rather avoid that as much as he could, but he was strictly on his own resources. No matter how much he loathed it, all he could do was keep following Shuriki like the lapdog he was pretending to be, bear whatever turmoil any collateral damage caused him, and wait for the perfect chance.

For Gracia.

For Seentahna.

And for at least a sliver of peace of mind.

As difficult as it seemed to achieve.

Will you stop that? He inwardly shouted at himself. At the rate you're going, you'll only miss the chance to your move!

No. He replied to his own shouts.

That wouldn't happen. He'd keep playing the game, and wait for the right moment. But as soon as that moment arrived, he would strike, send Shuriki on a one-way trip to the Spirit World, and at least one of his torments would come to an end.

He hoped.

#elena of avalor #eoa appreciation week #fanfiction #shuriki #fiero #tales of the ever realm au

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Dear Peter Parker - 13 - Good For You

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony, Mom!Pepper, Brother!Connor (yes, keeping his name)

Word Count: 1,612

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It was finally the day of the big fundraising event. Everything was set and on schedule. It was great.

People started arriving, his aunt included. As soon as just about everyone had arrived and was seated Pepper gave a heartwarming speech about how grateful she was for everyone coming to support them and the charity.

Everything was going smoothly. Well it was until Pepper and Tony asked Peter to introduce them to his aunt.

That caused a spike in his nerves. It could be fine, so long as they didn’t say anything that would cause Aunt May to get upset with him. There wasn’t much they could say, right?

He nodded, “Sure,” then guided them over to the table she was at with M.J. and Ned and some other people he didn’t know. “Aunt May, this is Mr. and Mrs. Stark,” He said, getting her attention. “This is my Aunt May.” He said, turning to your parents.

“Hi May,” you greeted, happily holding onto Peter’s arm. You seemed excited about something, but Peter couldn’t figure out why.

“Hello,” May greeted, getting up.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Pepper said, shaking May’s hand.

“Likewise,” She added.

“You’ve got a great kid,” Tony offered.

May nodded. “Don’t know what I’d do without him.”

Peter blushed a little. He definitely didn’t want them only talking about him, but he figured they didn’t have much else to talk about.

“Thank you for inviting me,” May said. “It’s a wonderful thing you’re doing.”

“It’s all Peter,” Pepper told her. “He’s really done so much for us and for Connor. You should be very proud of him.”

“Oh, I am.”

“May, Peter’s been such a great help to us,” Tony started. “We aren’t sure how to repay him for everything… so we want to offer Connor’s college fund to him.”

Peter’s head whipped around to look at Tony, his eyes wide. You bounced slightly against your boyfriend, it clicked in his mind that this was what you were so excited about.

“What?” Both Peter and May said at the same time.

To say that they’d also grabbed the attention of his friends at the table would be an understatement.

“Y/N told us that it would be the perfect way to extend our gratitude. I think she’s right. There’s no reason you should have to stress over paying for college. Peter’s done so much good. It’s better that the money goes to him than to just be kept in a bank probably to never be touched. Please, we won’t take no for an answer.” Pepper took hold of May’s hands. “We want to help you, like Peter has helped us.”

May didn’t even know what to say. She was dumbfounded. She cast a glance over to her nephew. His expression was the same. “I can’t accept that.”

Tony put his hand on her shoulder. “Look, you might not want the help, I understand that, but please accept this gift. There’s nothing to worry about. It’s just money to us, we don’t need it. I’d rather Peter get the best education he can without any worry. He’s brilliant, I want to see him do something with that.”

Tears filled May’s eyes. Only Peter knew they were out of frustration. He sunk in his skin some. May nodded. As much as she wanted to say no, she knew that these people would not take her answer and just end up giving it to him no matter what. “Thank you, We’ll repay every penny.”

“Nonsense,” Pepper said, wide smile on her face. She pulled May into a hug. “You’re practically like family now, especially if these two stick it out, which I’m sure you’ve seen how they look at each other. Reminds me of Tony and I.” She said the last part quietly, but you and Peter still heard, blushes on both your faces to prove it.

May only nodded. “Peter, thank Mr. and Mrs. Stark.”

“Thank you,” Peter said.

Tony pat Peter on the back, and Pepper followed up with a hug.

He saw both his friends out of the corner of his eye, they looked pissed.

Peter ended up talking to almost every person there. All of them praising him for the work he was doing. Which he offered credit to his friends, which got a lot of people talking to them too.

It was only as things were starting to settle down that Ned finally found Peter alone to talk to him. “You’re something else you know that?”

“What?” Peter asked, confused.

“Some guy that we hated dies, and suddenly you’ve got everything you ever wanted. You got money for college. The girl of your dreams. His death was the best thing to ever happen to you. It’s great Peter. Too bad it was all built on lies. What do you think would happen if they found out the truth?”

Peter stared at his friend.

“Because M.J. and I were talking, and of course I’m a good friend and didn’t rat you out. But she said she was looking at those emails and it turns out she thinks something about them isn’t right. What do you think would happen if I told her the truth?”

“Ned, please… I know you’re really mad at me, but I-”

“No buts, Pete. How about an apology.” Ned didn’t bother waiting for one, figuring he wouldn’t get it anyway.

Peter’s night only got better once he and May arrived home. She was silent the entire way back, but the second they were inside she started on him.

“I can’t believe this, Peter. Did you really have to tell them that we didn’t have money for you to go to college?!”

“I-I didn’t!” Peter countered, not exactly a lie.

“I’m mortified that I just had to shut up and accept it! You didn’t even say anything! Did you know they were going to do that?!”

“No! May stop! I had no clue! Sorry my girlfriend asked me why you kept pushing me about scholarships! I didn’t tell her to ask her parents to give me money!”

“No but you knew they had money and really thought they wouldn’t try something like that? And what’s all this about them treating you the way they do? You aren’t their child.”

“Sorry they actually make me feel welcomed and accepted and they’re actually there!” He hadn’t meant to say it, but he found he couldn’t stop. “It’s better than them not being here at all!”

May silenced herself.

Peter didn’t wait for her to gather her thoughts before he stormed off to his room.

Minutes later he received a text from M.J. ‘Ya know, I really don’t appreciate you taking all the credit for everything Ned and I have done. Frankly, Peter, it all seems fake to me. Connor said he was getting better in those emails. So, if that was true why did he kill himself. I’ll figure it out, just wait.’

It was a threat, one he could not have hovering over his mind. He texted Ned first, telling him that he was sorry, he meant it.

Thankfully, Ned let it go, until he followed up with asking him to help him fix the emails.

‘Peter, I’m done. Figure it out yourself or let M.J. expose the truth… Connor wasn’t getting better like you wrote in those emails. Your fake friendship couldn’t save that. I’m done the charade, figure it out yourself. You wanted a friend so bad, maybe you should realize you’re pushing the only ones you have away.”

His words hit Peter hard. He needed to come up with something, and fast. He finally responded to M.J. ‘I’m sorry that you made me give a speech and now everyone thinks I’m the face of this thing. I appreciate everything you and Ned have done. I’m sorry I’ve been so wrapped up in things that I forgot to say thank you. But thank you. Every person I spoke with tonight I told you guys were really the ones to do everything! I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I appreciate it and I’m sure Connor would too. I don’t know what you want me to tell you about you thinking it was fake. I was friends with Connor and I hate that I couldn’t stop him from doing what he did. Just because he said he was getting better in those emails, doesn’t mean that when he did it there weren’t reasons.”

She never answered back.

That night Peter’s mind converged. It started with his aunt.

“I’m so glad you’re living the best life, Peter. The one you always wanted and couldn’t have. You abandoned me without a second thought. They rescued you and are giving you everything I never could. And you say what you need to, no care about how I feel!”

He tried to run, but it was no use, she was there and he was stuck.

Then M.J. appeared.

“Take your apologies and shove them, Peter. You aren’t sorry. Are you having fun? You’ve been dragging me along this whole time. Doing all the hard work for you. You aren’t the only one that feels invisible.”

“You’ve been playing me, and M.J. and Y/N and most especially your Aunt and the Stark’s this whole time!” Ned yelled at him. “Oh, but the Stark’s love you! So forget about the rest of us! Crush us and leave us behind!”

“I’ll shut up and let you go, would that be good for you?” May asked.

“We’ll let you run the show,” Ned and M.J. stated in sync.

Peter was panicking, he curled up on the dark ground. “I need time to think! Everything is falling off the track! I can’t erase what I’ve done! Please! How can I fix this?!”

He woke with a start, gasping for air. He needed to fix this.

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ibijau · 4 years

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I think what really frustrates me the most with our two current rats is that they’re so awful, it’s starting to erase all the good memories I have of previous rats

last night, partner started talking about how when some of our other rats escaped, even when fairly new to the house, they had come to us willingly and let us catch them.

Now, we have a rat who escapes and hides and squeals like she’s dying if I so much as touch her

we’ve had rats that could run on the bed. For a time, I had a rat who would “help” me make the bed, because just having her run on the mattress and hide in the fabric and run to me while I did this made the chore so, so much fun.

I had another rat who would always come lay down behind my laptop and nap there

I’ve had several rats who liked to hide inside my hoodies and play there

I’ve had rats who licked my fingers

now I have a rat who fucking bites me if I touch her, and one who screams to death if I touch her

It’s just. It’s exhausting. It’s erasing all the good. And there was a lot of good, because I got my rats after being diagnosed with depression, when I have dealing with very strong suicidal thoughts. My rats were part of what saved me, and we had so many good moments, but lately I can barely remember any of that and it’s just

I don’t know what to do anymore

#lol oops started crying while writing that ahah #I miss my other rats #we always said these two would be the last ones but they didn't need to make it such an awful end #I want a pet I can love without constantly also hating them and wishing them dead #jau rants

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makeste · 5 years

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BnHA Chapter 158: Deku VS Overhaul ~Conclusion~

Previously on BNHA: Eri escaped Overhaul and leaped into Deku’s waiting arms. Before Overhaul could grab them, Deku instinctively activated 100% OFA in his legs and leaped to safety on the surface. Back in the Pit of Despair, Nighteye told the others he’d seen Deku’s death in a vision, and he believes they can’t do anything to stop it. Up on the street level, Deku marveled at how all of his wounds were suddenly healed up. But then he collapsed in pain feeling like his body was being “pulled apart from the inside.” Overhaul reappeared, having merged himself with a new minion, and explained that Eri’s quirk gives her the power to “rewind” humans, reverting them back to a previous state. Depending on how she uses it, she can even rewind them back to nothingness. He made it out to be some cursed thing, but Deku was all “8D” and realized he was carrying a full-HP-restored-and-all-status-ailments-cured healer who was currently using her quirk uncontrollably, unable to turn it off. So he literally fucking strapped her to his back with Mirio’s cape, and activated 100% One for All Full Cowl.

Today on BnHA: We say goodbye to volume 17 and usher in the new era of volume 18. Overhaul monologues a bunch about quirks and mutations and disease and blah blah blah. He says brats like Deku can’t appreciate Eri’s value and the power of her quirk. Meanwhile Togawice watch from a safe distance, and Ochako floats Nighteye up to get him some medical help. Overhaul has more flashbacks about how the Comatose Boss (back before he was comatose) told him to stop selling quirk drugs and not to stray from the right path. Of course, as we all know, he didn’t listen, wanting to restore the yakuza to their former glory by starting a drug war and supplying both sides. It’s arguably implied here that Overhaul may be the one who put the Comatose Boss in his coma, but Horikoshi is very vague about it. At any rate, back in the present day Overhaul continues to rant at Deku, but Deku has fucking All Might power now, and he just. Beats the everloving shit out of him. Like, it takes about four pages. Holy shit. And just like that, this battle is finally over.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 187 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

WE’RE DONE WITH THE PREVIOUS VOLUME OH MY GOD. WE’RE ON TO A NEW VOLUME. A NEW VOLUME WHICH WILL FINALLY INCLUDE A NEW FUCKING ARC AT LONG LAST. SOMEBODY HOLD ME

IF KACCHAN ISN’T ON THE CHARACTER PAGE, I WILL FUCKING FLY TO JAPAN AND FIND OUT WHERE HORIKOSHI IS KEEPING MY BOY HOSTAGE AND SAVE HIM MYSELF

HERE WE GOOOO

ooooohhhhh

(ETA: I recall reading in an interview somewhere that Horikoshi usually colors the volume covers in Photoshop, but for this one he felt like doing something different and so he colored it by hand and very much enjoyed it. it looks good!)

somehow I wasn’t picturing this weird mutant Overhaul creature to be red. somehow it makes him look even more like a Zelda boss

100% OFA Deku looks so cool! and his OFA lightning has turned yellow just like All Might’s oh gosh

“a bright future” OH GOD YES PLEASE

THIS TITLE PAGE IS GIVING ME ALL THE FEELS??

NIGHTEYE YOU REALLY ARE GOING TO FUCKING DIE AREN’T YOU. FUCK

MIRIOOOOOO

FUCK THIS STUPID PAGE AND ITS “BACK IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS BEFORE ALL THE HORRIBLE THINGS HAPPENED” VIBE

(ETA: I HATE IT EVEN MORE NOW!! looking back on it now is giving me the headcanon that Mirio is actually sitting on the bench alone, sometime after this arc, and that’s actually Nighteye’s spirit sitting there, watching over him. I have no idea why my subconscious would choose to come up with a background story for this page that makes me want to cry even more.)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[LEAPS OUT OF MY CHAIR AND POUNDS MY FIST ONTO MY DESK IN TRIUMPH]

(AND I REALLY DID YOU GUYS, AND THEN I THUMPED MY FIST ON MY DESK SEVERAL MORE TIMES FOR GOOD MEASURE!!!)

BAKUGOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

AND SHOUTO! AND INASA OH MY GOD, WHAT A PLEASANT SURPRISE. ARE WE FINALLY GOING TO SEE THEIR SPECIAL TRAINING??

(ETA: I love this volume)

AND SEIJI. MR. MEATBALL. SO YOU’RE STILL AROUND. YOU DIDN’T MAKE IT PAST THE FIRST ROUND, SO I’M VERY SURPRISED THEY APPARENTLY ALLOWED YOU TO TAKE THE SPECIAL TRAINING COURSE. BUT I GUESS WE’LL FIND OUT ALL ABOUT THAT

(ETA: Seiji sure has a lot of spare time on his hands huh)

WELL GUESS WHAT, OVERHAUL, THIS ONE PAGE HAS GIVEN ME THE POWER NEEDED TO DEFEAT YOU AND YOUR STUPID ARC ONCE AND FOR ALL. LET’S DO THIS. FOR KACCHAN AND SHOUTO. THE FORGOTTEN CHARACTERS

wow this opening panel is talking about the possible origin of quirks as a fucking virus spread by rats. like if the fucking bubonic plague gave you superpowers

oh no

I did not ask for an Overhaul flashback and I don’t care about him. go ahead and flesh him out if you must, but no amount of backstory can satisfactorily explain why he’s such a fucking creep

Tongue!Overhaul says that neither Deku nor Eri understand the value of Eri’s power

idk man, Deku’s already making some damn good use of it barely two seconds after discovering that it exists

so he’s explaining that her quirk can be used to rewind the mutation that brought quirks about

how come the version Tamaki got shot with only did this temporarily, though? does this mean the effect is eventually going to wear off on Deku and he’ll collapse with every last one of his bones shattered and probably die immediately omg

also would it then be possible to undo what happened to Mirio? or does the quirk not work on itself? goddammit

and in theory this could potentially even be used for creepy necromancy purposes. ohhhh man

(ETA: and also I’m telling you, the more I think about it, the more I’m becoming convinced that this is the quirk which will eventually bring All for One back to power. eventually someone is going to make the mistake of letting AFO come into contact with Overhaul over in Tartarus, and once that happens, things are going to go downhill fast.)

ironically, this actually seems like the most narrow-minded view of Eri’s quirk possible. most people would look at Eri’s quirk and immediately identify it as a healing quirk. the fact that he turned it into a destructive quirk tells you all you need to know about the kind of person he is right there

also, those buildings he’s casually smashing just so happen to have people in them omg

why would they not have evacuated by this point. there was a fight going on between a dragon and a giant villain for a full 20 minutes. for that matter, you’d think that local heroes would have eventually stepped in at some point. that’s plenty of time for backup to have arrived, and it should have been abundantly clear by that point that they needed it. so much about this doesn’t make any damn sense smh

(ETA: I think later on they confirm that there were only a handful of civilian injuries, though, and they were only light scratches and stuff. but all that means is that they got lucky goddammit.)

wowwwww Overhaul. wow

I’ll take “most ironic things villains have ever said” for $500, Alex

LOL

AND SO OVERHAUL WAS KICKED INTO SPACE, NEVER TO BE HEARD FROM AGAIN. NOTHING OF VALUE LOST, ETC

Deku’s thinking to himself that Eri’s power is getting stronger and that she doesn’t know how to stop it. “just like the first time I used One for All”

he’s thinking that she basically has her foot stuck on the gas pedal

OH HEY YOU GUYS

is he “Deku” now? no more Izuku-kun or -chan or whatever?

as for Mr. Compress, he got squished by Ryuukyuu and melted

Ochako’s floating up to the surface with Nighteye in tow. and they were smart enough to avoid removing the spike in his stomach so he doesn’t instantly bleed out

does Nighteye even still have his left arm omg

now we’re flashing back again to the old boss chewing out Overhaul for getting into a fight with some dude and laying him out in critical condition

the boss thinks Overhaul is going behind his back and undertaking some secret venture in the drug business

he says he told Overhaul not to get involved with those drugs. I think that was the flashback we saw some chapters earlier

and he’s again telling him “you must not stray from my path”

why am I starting to get the feeling that the boss never actually got “sick” and that was Overhaul’s doing as well...?

oh my god is he talking to Kurono here

I feel like this is the only person who could plausibly be shipped with him. it doesn’t hurt that at this point he’s literally the last Precept standing

Overhaul’s determined to restore the family back to its former glory

oh here we go. finally the complete master plan

so first they flood the streets with some of the “incomplete products” they have on hand that can temporarily erase quirks

and once people have gotten a taste of that they’ll all be clamoring to purchase the completed product from them at sky-high prices

!!!!!!

SO YOU’RE TELLING ME MIRIO’S QUIRK CAN BE RESTORED OH MY GOD. THERE IS HOPE!

did they actually start to work on that particular serum yet?

anyways, because the boss isn’t A COMPLETE MONSTER, he’s immediately telling him no

you know, this is one of those instances where the time-honored mob tradition of doing away with a troublesome family member before they get even more troublesome would not have gone amiss. just sayin’. in hindsight he probably wishes he had

instead he just told him “if you’re going to disobey our way of thinking then you should just leave”

Overhaul says all he wants to do is repay the boss for taking him in

then why don’t you start by, I don’t know, FUCKING LISTENING TO HIM oh my god

but instead he went behind his back, continued torturing the innocent little girl, and proceeded with his plan

(ETA: okay, so! after much discussion, I have come to agree with the people saying that this scene...

...which I initially took to be Overhaul relenting, followed by the transition from the flashback back to the present, is in fact actually Overhaul making the decision to take his boss out of commission. the fade to black and the startled look on the boss’s face are intended to show that Something Bad is about to happen. and the next panel after that is just Overhaul thinking about how he owes a great debt to the boss, and that if they proceed with his plan, they can restore the family. “look forward to it, Pop.” so yeah, that does make sense.

what still annoys me though is that they don’t explicitly confirm it, even though it’s arguably the key moment in terms of Overhaul’s development into a villain. the series has no problem showing Eri’s torture in way more detail than anyone ever needed or asked for, and yet this key scene merely gets hinted at. it’s basically the thing all of these flashbacks are leading up to, and then they just... don’t show it.

there is one possible reason I can think of for this, which is that this scene is from Overhaul’s perspective, and because he wants to continue thinking of himself as the loyal son who’s doing this all for the sake of his father figure, it makes sense that he would censor his own recollection of the incident in order to further convince himself that it was all for the best. but while that explains the vagueness, there are still tons of other ways Horikoshi as the author could have confirmed it for us. for instance he could have showed it from Kurono’s perspective instead. or hell, just confirm it with a simple line of dialogue if you have to. but narratively, I think the decision to leave it inconclusive hurts the story by robbing us of the coolest, most dramatic and defining moment of Overhaul’s past.

so idk, I’m still not the biggest fan of this scene. for me, it comes tantalizingly close to being the kind of super dark twist I was hoping for, but then fails to stick the landing. so I’m hoping the anime can improve on this a little bit.)

so now we’re back in the present, and there are a few panels of Overhaul screaming that everyone else is missing the bigger picture, and he’s trying to destroy this world (the word “world” being in quotation marks, so I assume he means society, not the actual world), and that the “fake heroes” who are fixated on their tiny notions of justice need to stay out of his way

boy this is getting tiresome. it’s like someone combined Stain and Overhaul and created... Worse Overhaul

but he really doesn’t stand a chance against a 100% Deku, I think

well, we just had three huge pages of Deku beating the shit out of Overhaul. what do you guys think. climax? are we done at last?

oh my god you guys

;________; WE DID IT

(ETA: this is the quickest Final Battle a 40+ chapter arc has ever had. I’m not complaining, mind. good god am I not complaining)

so Deku punched Nighteye’s vision in the face?? apparently?

I mean, there didn’t even seem to be any point where he was even remotely in danger of dying. so either there’s something coming up, or Nighteye really screwed up on that one

either way it’s not like I mind? holy shit. we’re done? we’re really done?? ARE WE MOVING ON FROM THIS ARC

oh my god you guys. hey google play “We Are the Champions”

hang in there Kacchan and Shouto. we’re coming, lads

no bonus, this volume is pretty skimpy on the omake content honestly. but hey guys, tomorrow our favorite villain with too many hands makes his own long-awaited reappearance! google, when you’re done with this song, get ready to play some AC/DC next. we’re about to embark on the Highway to Hell, baby.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #overhaul (bnha)#midoriya izuku #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #okay you guys #just letting you know right now my manga-reading progress is about to take another hit for the next few days #because I just got a subbed copy of bnha two heroes #so I'm gonna be watching that #and I'll be liveblogging it as well so it's gonna take a while #but oh my god I'm so excited

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kurara-black-blog · 6 years

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[Third Player] Chapter Three: Clones

Date: 06/10/18

Words: 2774

Warnings: Langst, torture, sexy times! (nothing explicit, though).

Tag: @moonsworllld ; @xarphay ; @skydisneylover ; @fangirlinguntildawn

A/N: I’ll tag you on future chapters if you ask! If you ask!

Previous: Connections

Next: Not Lance

THIS FIC HAS A ROLEPLAY BLOG!! Go talk with 3P!Lance!

“You’re very ungrateful, you know? I gave you a purpose and a name, and yet you bite my hand.”

Kuro glared at him, piercing hate in his eyes, and stayed silent. Lance sighed. He didn’t want to resolve to that—especially when he still lacked the skill level it would take—, but he guessed there was no other way. That clone was too much like Shiro, too stubborn and wired on what he believed was right. Approaching the larger man, he took notice how good the man looked on his knees, bound and helpless. Crouching down to the clone’s level, Lance touched his chest. Kuro flinched, mouth opened to let out some form of complaint.

What came out was a long, painful scream as Lance messed around with his quintessence.

Differently from his clone, who could only jumble quintessence, Lance had complete control over his power and what it did to others. He sent waves of pain into the clone’s body, knowing exactly what energy points to hit. Not bothered by the painful wails, Lance moved his hand to the man’s head, trying to avoid getting his fingers tangled in the long hair. Entering minds was something he was still learning to do, but desperate times needed desperate actions. He couldn’t let the clone be a threat to his plans, he didn’t need yet another enemy. Not at that moment. Especially another Shiro.

The clone’s mind was a mess, pain pulsating from end to end. Lance concentrated; he needed to find the memories. Ah, there. Right behind that door. Lance was met with memories upon memories. Shiro’s memories. From his time on the Coliseum, a prisoner being tested on by Haggar. Kuro’s memories, from when Lance had given him a name and an order—“Don’t leave me”—a few weeks prior until the moment that trying—again—to contact Voltron looked like a good idea. He could deal with them later; he had more pressing things to do. Walking further down the memory lane, the human found what he was looking for.

“Ah, so the message actually was made, just not sent... Good, good, it would be a hassle to have Voltron knocking on our doors right now.”

He grabbed the memory and destroyed it in between his hands. Immediately Kuro let another wave of loud cries. Taking his hand away from the man’s sweaty forehead, Lance severed the connection. He got up and walked to the door.

“Time to go see what mother wanted from me.”

Without sparing a single glance to the panting mess on the cold floor of the dark room, Lance walked out of the door and instructed the sentinel to only let him go near the room, long jacket flapping behind him.

“The problem was dealt with, mother.”

“It was the thing, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“If wasn’t for you, I would destroy it.”

“I know, mother, and I’m very grateful to you for not doing so.” Haggar still looked displeased, so he added. “He’s a very good practice dummy; I just erased one of his memories with success.”

“Oh?”

“It still brings some pain, though...” Then he smirked. “But it could also be my fault for playing with his quintessence as a punishment.”

Haggar laughed that full laugh of a proud mother. She looked younger when she laughed and Lance adored seeing his mother let go of her serious side and show her joy. He felt pride of himself every time the remembered she only did that with him. No one else, just him. He was the only one able to make her do that.

“Come, my boy, I have something for you.”

“Lead the way, mother.” He grinned, linking their arms.

The walk to the laboratory was slow and filled with low conversation. Lance told his mother what exactly happened with the clone, about the message it was trying to send and to who. Then he told her what succeeded in that unused dark room, how he had send an excruciating pain running inside the clone’s body and how he entered his mind. Told her about the memories and how he was able to easily extinguish the problematic memory. Haggar had pride in her smile. He felt his chest swell with warmth by seeing his mother be so proud of him.

“Your training is going tremendously well, my son. But what more to expect from you?”

“You flatter me, mother.”

The first thing he noticed entering the lab were the druids. The tall beings walking around, passing in between the experimentation tables and lab rats. The ones who caught his gaze bowed slightly in respect. Lance avoided looking at the instruments they were using, the mental injuries still too fresh. Haggar guided him to a door at the very back of the room. That was the room she kept all the experiments with cloning. What was his mother planning?

“I have something for you.”

“You’re spoiling me, mother.” She laughed softly, caressing his cheeks with one hand before opening the door.

There was a druid near the computer in the corner. In the middle of the room was a big tube filled with that same blueish glowing liquid. And floating inside the liquid was the last thing Lance expected.

“Keith?”

“If you want it to be.”

They entered the room together, the door closing behind them, and approached the tube. Keith—a clone, clearly, but still Keith—was peacefully sleeping, the heart monitor beeping with each heartbeat. Haggar explained how one of the sentinels back at the last base attacked was able to get DNA samples of the Red Paladin, a bit of blood from a cut no one noticed. It was enough to create one clone, but not enough to create a perfect replica. She had to “program” its personality and some other necessary information. Maybe not a perfect replica, but a perfect lookalike doll. Because of that, it would be less problematic that the Shiro one.

“The only things it is capable of feeling is a strong loyalty, a blind trust and a fierce obedience. All towards you, of course.” Haggar smirked. “But maybe you and your powers can actually make him feel something?”

Lance was speechless for a few seconds, absorbing all the information his mother just threw at him. His very own Keith. A Keith that would follow him to the end of the universe and back. And beyond. He smiled excitedly to the woman by his side.

“And when will he be ready?”

“It is already ready, that’s why we are here.”

With her hand, she gave the druid the signal to drain the liquid and open the tube. Soon a naked body was falling into Lance’s arms, the boy hugging it tenderly. Its head resting gingerly on his chest, its breath warm against his blue turtleneck.

“What should I call him? Kuro was easy, but I have no idea what to call this one.”

“How about a galra name? Yorak?”

“Yorak...” He tested the name in his tongue. The clone seemed to respond to it, turning his head up to stare directly at Lance. His eyes were incredibly purple as the original’s, but had that yellowish tint near the pupils. “Hello, Yorak.”

“My emperor...”

An amused glint showed itself on Lance’s eyes as he stared at his mother, the same glint in her eyes. God, he loved that woman. Pressing a quick kiss on her cheek, he lifted Yorak in his arms and carried him to his room, letting his mother know he was going to play a bit with his new pet. He had a half mind to cover the body in his arms with his jacket, he could not let anyone see his new treasure, now could he?

“Quiznack, I didn’t expect you to look so good sprawled on my bed.”

Lance marveled at the vision of Keith—Yorak—laying on his bed without a care in the world. Black hair messy and violet eyes focused solely on him. He was still naked—the Cuban’s jacket thrown somewhere on the floor—, and Lance had no intentions of changing that so soon. No, instead he took off the long-sleeved turtleneck—skintight and dark blue—, keeping only the black pants. He did so slowly; the boy on his bed wasn’t going to run unless the order was given. After taking off his shoes, Lance crawled over the clone’s body, relishing the warmth it provided. Legs each side of Yorak’s hips, hands firmly planted on each side of Yorak’s head, supporting the ex-paladin’s weight.

“Yorak…” Lance whispered and the clone blinked. “I’ll use my powers on you.”

“Yes, my emperor.”

“I’ll play with your emotions.”

“Yes, my emperor.”

“I’ll mess with your head.”

“Yes, my emperor.”

Lance could feel the shivers running down his spine thanks to the other’s compliance. He touched one of the clone’s cheeks, caressing it tenderly, almost lovingly. The pale skin was soft and flushed, looking ready to be bitten. Yorak’s breath fanned his face. Staring long and hard at the violet eyes, Lance searched for any hesitation, any worry, any signal of rejection. He found nothing, only the calm obedience, and the serene trust.

Would Lance be taking advantage of Yorak if he couldn’t do anything but obey? Was it truly consensual if one of them wasn’t able to deny the other? Was it wrong of him to take that boy for himself that way?

The bigger part of his brain told him that yes, it was wrong.

“I’ll give you the freewill to choose, Yorak, I’ll give you the chance to deny me in the future.”

“Yes, my emperor.”

Lance closed his eyes, connecting his quintessence with Yorak’s. He could feel the boy whimper and fidget; he wasn’t able to make the process painless yet. He tried to control the level of pain by sending a wave of calmness. In a few ticks, he found himself inside the other’s mind. It was lighter than Kuro’s and emptier too. He took a few steps, trying to control the flow of the energy so it wouldn’t be so painful for his pet. It was easier to maintain his power levels, probably because Keith’s clone—ironically—did not offer any resistance, differently from Shiro’s clone. If anything, his mind seemed to engulf Lance’s and cling to it, like a child greedily hugging a plushy.

Alas, Haggar wasn’t as good as she thought; the clone was very much able to feel many things. Just in a weaker intensity.

It was ok, Lance understood. Everyone made mistakes.

And, besides, that made everything easier.

Lance watched the string of emotions float around him. Different minds took different forms, textures and tastes, Kuro’s looked a lot like the Castle of Lions, Lance’s clone’s was too cold and dark—he suspected it was that planet—and Yorak’s looked like what Lance thought an Astral Plane or a mindscape would look like. A vastness filled of white. Thoughts, memories, feelings and personality traits floated around, some linked by thin strings. It wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t cold.

Gingerly touching one of the memories—seeing himself from Yorak’s eyes was quite the experience—, he almost missed the sudden jerk of the clone’s body. Lance finally gave the feelings some attention when one shined brighter than the rest.

“Pleasure?”

Pleasure.

Pleasure was what Yorak was feeling, what Lance mistook for pain. Unconsciously the Cuban avoided the pain by sending pleasure in its place.

“It seems I either provoke extreme pain or extreme pleasure… Definitely need to learn how to control this…” Lance mumbled, watching the feeling pulsate, feeling the body under him squirm. “Ugh, I can’t not look at this.”

Leaving the clone’s mind, Lance opened his eyes in time to see Yorak close his mouth, as if trying to swallow the sounds that certainly wanted to leave him. Concentrating, Lance send another wave of energy—the same energy he was using while on Yorak’s mind—through his hands—that had moved to hold the black-haired boy’s waist—and the reaction was instantaneous. The boy jolted, eyes tightly closed, lips parting to let a long, strangled moan, back arching, hard member poking Lance’s belly.

“Now that’s a view.”

“M… My emperor…”

“You want more, pet?” The other nodded shamelessly, eager to feel that once more. “Tell me, pet. Tell me who’s pleasuring you?”

Another wave, another moan.

“You! My emperor!”

“And who do you belong to?”

Another wave, a choked scream.

“You, m-my emperor!”

“And who’s the only one allowed to do this to you?”

Another wave, a broken sob.

“Only you, my emperor…!”

“Scream for me, pet.”

And he did. With a stronger wave of pure, unaltered pleasure, Yorak was turned into a screaming mess. Arms clutching Lance’s shoulders, head thrown back and opened mouth. He looked delicious with tears gathering on his eyes. His hips were desperately trying to get some friction, jerking irregularly in hopes of relief.

“No, pet, you’ll come without me touching you.”

Yorak came with a scream that probably would prevent him from talking for some time, with painting him and Lance. His eyes rolled back, mouth hanging out of his mouth, droll and tears mixing in the bedsheets. A few seconds of blissed out rigidness and he fell limp in the bed.

“Passed out… It seems I overdid it a bit.”

Yorak was still peacefully sleeping on Lance’s bed when said boy came back with an also sleeping Kuro in his arms. Lance did a quick work of putting the bigger man on the bed in the corner of his spacious room and taking off the cuffs. He gently massaged the red skin of Kuro’s wrists, like a silent request for forgiveness. With a sigh, Lance shackled his leg to the bed leg.

Once he was sure Kuro was comfortable, Lance turned to his much larger bed, where a now awake, but sleepy Yorak watched him silently.

“Hello, doll.”

A blush coated the clone’s cheeks. He looked extremely cute in one of Lance’s blue turtlenecks, sitting in the middle of blood red sheets and white pillows. Lance didn’t particularly like the sheets, but he needed to change them after his experiments with the other. Sleeping in a sticky bed is never a good idea.

Sleeping sticky in any way is never a good idea.

According to Lance.

“Sorry I had to leave you, doll… How about a bath? We both need one after what was done.”

Yorak nodded, the coding of his mind translating the words as orders. The human sighed; it would have to be enough for the time. Soon, he promised himself, soon Yorak will be agreeing with him at his own accord. While that didn’t happen, he would satisfy himself with provoking the feelings and personal traits inside his pretty dolls mind and making him squirm in pleasure.

“I’ll prepare the bath.”

He turned to go to his bathroom, not noticing the glare Yorak send Kuro.

Kuro let a few grunts escape his throat before opening his eyes. He had a vague memory of a burning pain running through his veins and a soothing humming luring him to sleep. Groaning, he sat up. His hazy mind took a second to understand his hands weren’t cuffed together anymore, but one of his legs was shackled to the bed’s leg. His mind took another second to notice he was back at Haggar’s son’s room. Speaking of him...

“I was starting to get worried.”

Kuro looked at the biggest bed in the room where Lance was sitting with a longhaired Keith on his lap, dressed in Lance’s clothes.

“Keith?”

“Not quite. His name is Yorak, mother just gave him to me.”

Kuro snorted. He was about to make a snide remark about Haggar when Keith turned around and glared at him. Violet eyes filled with contempt. Keith snuggled more on Lance’s body, arms tightly wrapped around his neck. Lance chuckled.

“He doesn’t appreciate people trying to be mean to me.” The boy smirked, letting his long fingers caress the bare skin of the clone in his lap. “How are you feeling?”

“What happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Lance stared at him for some long seconds, searching for something. “You tried to attack me and I used my powers on you without meaning to.” Lance sighed. “Sorry about that, by the way, but it was a reflex and you attacked first.”

Conversation died. Lance started humming while playing with Yorak’s hair. Kuro eventually laid down and let the soft lullabies bring sleep back to him. His head throbbed. He had that nagging feeling of having forgotten something.

Something important.

#voltron #langst #Third Player #clara writes #vld lance #voltron lance #vld haggar #vld kuro #td kuro #td yorak #lance's harem #mama haggar

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Why the birds migrated north by DenDanDo

Last time I remember Friday night being such a delightful feeling was college, and even that lasted until junior year. However one thing was different, and that was the lack of a goal to look forward to. I knew my life was only just starting, being 26 and finally being settled and single, but this is the beginning of the end, if I don’t find a better purpose than working as a Biologist in the town of Meteli, I will waste my life away.

Trying to get my mind off of the future, I attempted to focus on watching the news, as a very interesting story was being told. From what I heard, something strange is lurking in Meteli. The news anchor Jerome didn’t look very enthusiastic speaking of it, as if he doesn’t believe it himself.

There have been three sightings in Meteli so far, The anchor said before cutting to a woman being interviewed. Her name was listed as Elizabeth Jenkins,"I couldn't belive it," she said, "The thing had yellow eyes sunken into his face, a big smile with clunky looking but sharp teeth. Wings as large as himself!” Meteli’s winged creature was then seen consuming a bald eagle by Elizabeth. Other sightings include Mr. Patterson who’s dog was unfortunately taken by the beast, who proceeded to fly off with him.

I turned off the channel because I already knew what was to be said next, the story of little Michael. Mr. Selino told the story after a week of sorrow.

Michael is an 8 year old boy who was killed by “Meteli’s winged creature”, it was July 13th of summer, which was about a month ago from present day. Michael was alone, playing with his new kite his father gave him for his birthday. It was around 8:30 that his father wanted him back inside since it was getting dark, but Michael thought it wouldn’t hurt to stay out another few minutes.

And so did his father.

That was the worst decision Mr. Selino had made in his life. Watching through the window, smiling and thinking in his head I have succeeded, something swooped down from the sky, and with a face full of joy slashed little Michael right across his skinny little chest. It took a few seconds for Mr. Selino to react, but when he did, it was a stumbling, teary-eyed reaction. None of the doctors in the emergency room thought he would pass away that night, they weren’t even considering that outcome, they were too busy questioning.

Well, nonetheless, the scar was infected, leading to poor little Michael’s death. The doctors were to blame, as Jerome claimed they were questioning him more than treating his son. According to Jerome, the beast was about 9 feet tall, had a skull-crushing set of teeth, and always smiling, and had similar characteristics to what Elizabeth described.

However, I still don’t know where I should stand in this whole situation. The three reports on TV seem very believable, but many kids in Christopher’s school claim they have seen the beast, leaving me and him to believe it is just a big myth.

No, Christopher is not my son, he is actually my brother.

The day he became my responsibility two years ago was a very cold, windy day where it would occasionally drizzle, but no consistent rain. I was home alone with nine year old Christopher. I was still searching for the perfect opportunity in Meteli, living with my parents.

“Henwy.” he said, still having speaking problems at the age

“What is it Chris?”

He had a habit of telling me completely useless or irrelevant information to waste my time.

“Are you gonna leave Meteli?”

“I don’t know, Chris, maybe if I find a better job somewhere else.”

“Please don’t, I love you.”

I looked at him with slight disbelief in my eyes, he saw it too. But after few seconds, I could tell he wasn’t joking. I kneeled down, and stare at him.

“Chris, I don’t want to leave you, but you know mom and dad will take care of you, right?”

“Yeah, but you’re my rowe model.”

I smiled, then walked over to the ringing phone.

There are some moments where you don’t forget every detail, a strong memory that you wish didn’t exist. The one on the top of my list goes to the phone call that informed me my parents were involved in a car accident. It was date night for them.

It took a month before Christopher could go to school again, making him behind his entire class. After some tutoring from me, though, he caught up. Huh, I wonder if-

“HENRY!”

My thought was interrupted by a voice in the house.

It was Christopher, you can probably tell two things from this:

Yes, Christopher does live with me now, he has for the past two years His speaking has improved! He can finally pronounce his R’s right.

I couldn’t tell where he was at first, until he walked into the living room. I completely forgot he was home from school. When I checked my watch I was surprised to see it was already 7:00, but being August I shouldn’t be surprised why it’s not dark yet. By the way Christopher was looking at me, I could tell he was hungry for more than my terribly prepared steak. It was also the Friday of my first real job, so taking him out for dinner wasn’t a bad idea.

With the few seconds I had to think of an idea, I spouted the first thing that came to mind.

“Wanna go bowling?”

I was expecting an awkward response with a hidden message saying “no”, but I was surprised to see him quickly respond.

“YES, I’LL GO GET READY NOW.”

This put a smile on my face, me and Christopher haven’t had a good bonding moment in a while, and I figured bowling could kill two birds with one stone.

After putting on my ripped up jacket that I’ve had since college, still smelling like my old dorm, I made my way back to the living room where the front door was located. I saw Christopher impatiently waiting for me. I smiled, and we walked out the front door.

...And this is where it starts, where I realize something IS odd about Meteli, something supernatural. You see, I’m a biologist, and I would know if something in the ecosystem and environment has changed.

The feeling of winter was exactly the same as last year, and all previous years, but one element was the different. As I saw the wind blow the final leaves off of the dead trees, squirrels collecting their final acorns for hibernation, and the feeling of the cold air freezing my face to the point where I didn’t feel like speaking, I saw the birds. I see em every winter, flying south to warmer climates, but this time…

This time they were migrating north, the exact opposite of where any birds want to go. Staying up north during the winter would mean staying in the freezing cold day and night. I’ve never seen anything like this, why would they do this?

Before bringing up the strange event to Christopher, I thought about it.

Is this really the mood I would like to set for this night?

So I shook my mind off of it, if I even remember it maybe I would discuss it with my co-workers who would laugh their asses off assuming I don’t know north from south, but that wasn’t the case. North is always forward from my house, and south backwards. Convenient, right? I had Christopher sit front seat with me, smiling as I walked to the other side of my Toyota and got settled in.

But the ride wasn’t as exciting as I assumed it would be, these weird thoughts kept coming up that I heard from the news.

So far there are 7 kids missing in the past 5 months, please, if anyone ever spots these faces, report immediately

Huge rat population increase as tertiary consumers fall in the food web.

Meteli’s winged creature, myth or real?

No, Meteli’s been the exact same since I moved here at the age of 13, and it isn’t changing, this in the news always seem strange. Once again, mind washed of weird thoughts, I focused on what I was currently doing.

Luckily Christopher didn’t notice anything strange about me, he was just staring at the window of the car looking outside.

“Henry, is there a monster in Meteli?”

Without looking at him or even considering my response, I said,

“No, we would know for sure if there was. You see Henry, if there was some weird creature out here, what would it eat? Where would it live? No signs of any major ecosystem changes.”

I hoped he would understand what I said and acknowledge it, but no.

“How about the missing kids? And Michael.”

“People can... see things when extreme situations occur, and kids go missing all the time.”

“Okay, so I “saw something” a week ago?”

That’s when I looked at him, but making sure to stay mostly focused on the road, this isn’t going to be a ‘My parents part 2’.

“What do you mean? What did you see? More importantly, why are you telling me this now!” Regretting some of what I said, he responded,

“I saw something Henry, but I didn’t want to tell you because you would think I’m weird.”

At the red light, I grabbed his hand.

“You can tell me anything and I will believe you.”

After he contemplated whether or not he should tell me, he finally began.

“Last week, I could have sworn I saw something by my window, the shadow of the thing was visible through the walls.”

I continued to listen, trying to keep an open mind.

“...Then the shadow figure looked at me, and I was so scared I hid under my blankets until it flew away.”

“W-was it in your room?”

I tried not to show the slight disbelief in my eyes.

“No, he was outside my window, just looking at me. Was it the monster Henry? Is he here?”

For a second, my thought began to change, but I shook my head.

“Hallucinations, did you eat something weird?”

“No?”

“If you’re ever scared, just come to my bedroom okay?”

He nodded his head, looking slightly disappointed, and to be honest I was disappointed in myself, I mean seriously? I could have at least attempted to believe it really happened, and what if it really did? Christopher said it like he truly meant it happened. That’s one mistake so far this night.

Once we arrived, the conversation we previously had was cleared from both our minds, hopefully, because it was for me. Christopher was sprinting to the door, I laughed and told him to slow down, it was a poury day. I quickly erased the thought of my parents death as the weather reminded me of it.

Like I always do.

The night was fun, I felt like a child again and I enjoyed it. I wouldn’t say the memory was ruined by what happened next, if anything, it enhanced it and taught me to stop being a pussy and running away from things and face them.

As we were walking out of the bowling alley, stomachs filled with pizza and slushies, talking and laughing, we heard a scream. It was coming from the opposite side of the building, so I sprinted over there, telling Christopher to come along but to stay behind me.

I stand by the decision for Christopher to come along and see a little girl get her neck ripped by a tall winged beast, though, because now we both experienced the truth.

“MY BABY GIRL!” The mother screamed.

We didn’t know what to do but to just watch, as it turned it’s head towards us, head slightly tilted to the right. The mother of the what looked to be a 6 year old was just crying, holding her little girl in her hands, as she bleed out. The beast with the terrifying face flew off after we got a good look at it.

I didn’t even notice my phone out recording in my hand, it made me feel guilty for some reason.

Christopher looked so frightened, I took him back to the car in a hurry. Yes, without even helping, without even calling 911 or anything. Once again I ran away from problems. That was the second mistake I made that night.

I was sick of it.

Christopher sat in the back seat of the car on the way home, and I couldn’t tell if it was because he prefered it when scared, or if he didn’t want to sit with me because he was upset that I didn’t take action. I had to do something. I have to deal with this Meteli situation myself. No more running away.

On the drive back I was juggling two ideas in my head, trying to decide which plan to execute. One one side, it was to tuck Christopher into bed and tell him to get rest. On the other, I would talk to Christopher about the situation and how I was going to take action. Then the thought came back to my mind.

No more running away, face it now.

Easy decision, talking to Christopher.

We both exited the car and walked in the house through the garage, but I stopped him before we entered the house.

“What?!”

He said, after proceeding to look over his shoulder.

I didn’t say anything, instead I closed the garage door and pulled out two plastic chairs we used to use when we watched the fireworks on Independence Day. I began to speak, about everything, about what could be going on in Meteli, about the birds…

“No, what we saw was real, it wasn’t a hallucination Chris, what I said to you in the car before we arrived was bullshit, something is lurking in Meteli, something strange.”

“Is it a monster?”

“We can call it that if you would like, but nonetheless, it is an organism, at it has to survive off of our ecosystem somehow.”

Christopher didn’t perceive my message I tried to get across to him through what I said, so I explained it.

“He is an animal, he has to eat, he has to drink, and he needs a habitat.”

“HENRY, you aren’t saying-”

“Chris, you don’t have to come, but i’m going to take down this thing no matter the risk.”

I could tell he understood I am finally taking matter into my own hands, after all I am now a witness to a… murder? So Christopher nodded his head, and I was surprised to see he still found me sane, and that he found my decision to try and defeat Meteli’s winged creature wasn’t arbitrary at all.

“So why not report what we saw?”

Chris still looked nervous about my plan.

“Without tangible evidence, how do we prove we saw it?”

“Didn’t you take a video?”

This got me reaching into my pocket, without the thought of sending this to the police. I looked at Christopher before playing the video, asking him if he was sure he wanted to see the horrifying video again. He agreed to look away, leaving me to have to watch it alone.

“MY BABY GIRL”

There it was again, the thing staring at the camera, then flying off… flying off to the hills!

Aha! The old temple of Meteli, where kids used to go make forts when it rained until the structure grew old and began to break down. It was always a journey to climb up the hill and reach the temple, but after years of being untouched, the forest became home to many more organisms and contributed to the ecosystem of Meteli. I specifically remember the Science Department of Meteli on the news stating that the hills and temple ‘unsafe’ for kids and even adults, telling people to stay away from it as people might destroy the ecosystem..

Maybe if I reported to only the scie-

No, I have to remember, by myself. I was a bit too excited about what I recorded. After plugging “Meteli’s winged creature” into Google, I couldn’t find anything about it flying to the temple, meaning I am withholding evidence, which is illegal. I quickly explained to Christopher.

“He lives in the temple, Chris, he lives in the temple and he feeds off of the ecosystem in the hills.”

“Doesn’t he eat humans?”

“No, he-”

Wait a minute, why does it kill humans?

“No, he eats…”

It was in my mind somewhere floating around, what was it..?

“EAGLES, it eats eagles, it’s a quaternary consumer Chris!”

I was proud of myself for putting pieces together, of course the one piece floating in my mind about why it kills humans bothered me. But of course, it couldn’t just eat eagles, it probably eats multiple tertiary consumers in the food web, maybe some secondary. Christopher looked confused, so I explained the food web, and why the secondary consumer population is rising, how Meteli’s winged creature is nothing more than an animal, fitting into, but heavily affecting the ecosystem.

“CHRIS”

I say, as he begins to understand the whole situation.

“I KNOW WHY THE BIRDS MIGRATED NORTH”

At this point, Christopher was so confused he didn’t even look like he was listening as I spoke. I even forgot we just witnessed a violent killing with all the excitement. I finally found the purpose I was looking for

“In the video, his habitat! The degrading temple in the hills!”

“Henry it’s not just an animal, why would it kill humans?”

Once again he reminded me of the missing piece in the puzzle that bothered me. I went over everything I knew so far with him.

“Remember Chris, i’m a biologist, I know this stuff. His habitat is at the top of the hills near the road taking you downtown. His role in the ecosystem is a quaternary consumer, as he eats the tertiary, making it the top of the food web. Now I don’t know where it came from, or what it is, or why it kills humans, but it seems to be a nocturnal creature, meaning it is out there feasting right now.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Relax Chris, like I said, it doesn’t eat humans, it-”

Then it hit me.

“It kills humans for sport…”

Finally, Christopher began to perceive everything at once, it all made sense to him.

“We have a- a monster in Meteli who likes to hunt humans for the fun of it. It’s smart, and i’m going to greet him when he comes back to his little home in the morning.”

“What? You’re crazy! It’ll kill you instantly like it kille-”

“I’m going prepared, dumbass.”

Christopher started shaking his head.

“No, no, my brother’s gone crazy.”

I rolled my eyes and got out some poster paper with a pre-sharpened pencil to begin my planning. That was of course, after I grabbed my Monster energy drink from my mini fridge under the desk. It was going to be a long night and an even longer morning. Before I started to draw out an outline for my plan, some other ideas started to come up.

“Chris, you said you saw it at your window that night, correct?”

“Yeah but you said it was a-”

“NO, I was wrong, so you saw it? Are you sure it’s what we saw tonight?”

“Yes, for sure, the shadow.”

My mind was going crazy with thoughts, but I finally understood. Smarter animals behave more like humans. They start looking for more than food on the daily basis, they look for sources of entertainment. Dogs who catch sticks, cats who play with yarn, and dolphins who have sex for fun.

“It scares and kills for fun.”

I spoke my thought outloud unintentionally. Christopher, who finally pulled out his own chair while he watched me think said,

“What? And how do you know all this stuff suddenly?”

“It’s basic Ethology.”

“Nerd.”

I gave a fake laugh, and Christopher knew it. Quite frankly he was still shaking over the whole incident with the little girl who got her throat slit by the claws of the beast. And while I was too, I was also caught up with my thinking.

So I wrote it all down.

It lives in the old temple of Meteli It feeds off of the ecosystem. Nocturnal, as it hunts and plays at night, no reports of activity during the morning. Description: Wings twice as large as it’s whole body, curved back, always smiling with yellow eyes sunken into face, spread apart skull-crushing teeth, wrinkly with no fur. Truly horrifying Kills for sport and scares for fun Missing children probably dead after venturing to temple.

That last one was just a thought, not an actual evidence based fact. With all of this information, I formed a quick plan with a map jotting down locations and times. It was out there right now, and I had a lot of time before it would go back for it’s rest. Best to catch it by surprise while it’s tired from hunting. I just had to remember, it’s smart, it knows not to get caught, I was the only one who knew all this information. When I finished my plan, I showed it to Christopher, who was shocked.

“Wait you’re actually going through with this?”

“Yep.”

“Alone?”

“Yep.”

The plan was simple.

Plan execution time: 6:00 AM, Saturday

It had to be when dawn breaks tomorrow.

Arrival time: 6:30 Equipment: - Flashlight - Net Gun - Energy Bars - Camera - Garden Hoe

It was either catch it with the net gun I received from the lab, or kill it with a dull garden hoe. I’m hoping plan one works out, if I could bring this thing in alive it would be much better. This was a risk I was willing to take, and it was more for me than Meteli or Christopher.

“What if you die? I can’t lose you Henry! Stop this!”

“Chris, i’m doing this no matter what you say.”

“What if I tell on you?”

“I will never trust you again.”

This gave Christopher more of a reaction than I had hoped for. Then it happened, I saw the expression on his face that I wasn’t expecting, and quite frankly, I didn’t want to see. I heard it in my head before he said it.

“You’re not going alone, i’m coming with you.”

“No. Final answer.”

“It’s either that or I snitch, sorry Henry, i’m doing this for you.”

“Do you realize how dangerous this is?”

“Yes, we are literally hunting a monster.”

I corrected him in hopes to make this less serious.

“First of all, ‘I’ am hunting an ‘organism’.”

“Stop using fancy biology words!”

I smirked as I began to rethink my decision of leaving him alone at the house.

“I do need a camera man…”

Doing it for US, not me… I corrected myself this time. So it was going to be a duo adventure, but why risk Christopher’s life?

“You’re going to be the cameraman, nothing more. If I die, at least you need to show what happened and everything we know.”

“But you’re not going to die.”

Of course that was something he was just saying, but he looked to confident in his statement, like he had something planned. I ignored my instincts, first good decision that night.

“We still have eight more hours Chris, you can go to sleep.”

“Don’t think I won’t wake up, I have a hidden alarm and I always wake up to go to the bathroom.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. I decided it would be a good idea to get some sleep, so I set a 6 hour clock. I usually have a hard time waking up, but after the 6 hours was up, I instantly stood on my feet, chugged a new energy drink and walked back to the garage. It was 2 more hours until execution, so I had time to gather my equipment and rethink my plan. Everything seemed perfect, I had my route planned, no escape plan, though.

And I didn’t need one.

Before walking over to Christopher’s room to wake him up and train him before going out, I thought to myself. Do I really wanna bring my eleven year old brother into this? Yes I do, I don’t want him to grow up a pussy like me. He needs this as much as I do, I have to remember, this is a duo.

To my surprise, he opened the garage door. I flinched, like I said, i’m a pussy. He spoke first.

“Are we really doing this?”

“You don’t have to come.”

That was a test, I wanted him to come at this point.

“No, I have to.”

Yes you do I thought to myself.

“Then let’s take down that motherfu-”

KRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Christopher’s sentence was interrupted by a shrieking sound coming from who knows where. One thing I knew for sure was the whole town could hear it. Meaning the news will be on it soon, and the Meteli Science Department are going to investigate the sound.

Shit

This wasn’t good, but it was still 4:30 AM, meaning I would get to it first. They probably know nothing of it, or haven’t bothered to investigate. I’m guessing it’s door number two. Don’t ask why the Meteli Science Department don’t investigate a monster, nobody does, they work their own ways. Some are afraid they could be doing inhumane experiments in the lab, but i’ve been there and I can say they probably don’t.

KRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

There it was again, the horrifying sound that sends a chill up my spine and hurts my eardrum.

“Uhm is that him?”

“Probably, but Chris, we don’t know it’s sex yet.”

The next hour and a half was me speaking to Christopher about precautions to take, and not to get close if something bad happens. He didn’t like that one.

6:00 AM

It was go time, we had all our stuff in an old but not damaged hiking backpack we used back when mom and dad would take us up to Yosemite during the summer. I miss those days. As we walked out the door, outside wasn’t the same. No it wasn’t. The smell was the first sense that got me thinking. It was a smell of decay, something you smell that only brings bad thoughts to your head. Then of course the weather, yes it was 6:00 AM, but it doesn’t get that damp in Meteli during the winter. The worst was the sense, it’s hard to explain, but just by being outside you knew some evil spirit took unwelcome residence in Meteli. I looked into the sky to see no birds. There was the possibility that we wouldn’t need to greet the beast, and it would come to us, so I told Christopher to begin the recording. I could tell by his hands that the recording would be very shaky. Oh well.

6:15 AM

I could see the temple now, we heard the cry from the beast two more times so far, but no sightings. Why is it making sounds this morning all of a sudden? Maybe it can sense it’s death to be near. It cannot be that strong otherwise it wouldn’t hide that much, but that only proves his intelligence to be superior.

6:30 AM

There wasn’t much to set up other than Christopher’s positioning. I made sure it was an angle where he could escape and get some good footage. That is if it actually comes, the thought of my plan failing kept slipping away from my mind. I was too sure it would come, it doesn’t know me, it only got a glimpse, I haven’t made any moves towards it so far. This was my one shot, otherwise I would have to report to the science department and have a whole investigation started. At that point it would probably leave Meteli. Maybe that’s for the best. I tossed Christopher an energy bar across the dark inside of the temple that has been breaking down as time has passed from my childhood. People used to go up here and pray for their crops, but during our generation it was the norm to hang out here. Now there is moss growing everywhere and water dripping from the ceiling. I figured I had time to shine my flashlight around before it arrived, and maybe find so-

KRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Oh no, it was close. Shit, if I only thought earlier to look around and make sure this was the right location. If I recall correctly, though, it doesn’t have any fur, so maybe it sheds it’s skin. Maybe the missing children he probably brought up here to-

KRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

It was here…

7:00 AM

First this I did was check to make sure Christopher was okay, and he was. He was still shaking, but he had a good angle of recording. He looked at me with wide open eyes, and I signaled that everything was okay. The important thing was to keep calm during this whole thing.

At this point I could hear its footsteps and demonic noises. It was right around the corner, I could see his enormous wings cast a shadow when he landed as sunlight from dawn broke on the mossy stones leading to the temple. Each footstep the beast took towards the dark entrance accelerated my heart rate, I knew that either a new beginning or an end was near for me. Christopher was shivering in the corner, he put the flashlight down so my face was no longer revealing.

I could see it now. It doesn’t just smile for show, it always smiles, that’s part of its facial feature. Indeed it was about 9 feet tall, I could see blood stains on his chunky teeth, meaning it just finished it’s dinner. It had black rings around its two eyes that were sunken deep into it’s head. Oddly enough, the head proportion was off with it’s body.

As the creature was about to step it’s razor sharp clawed foot into the inside of the temple, it stopped.

My mind snapped at that moment.

Shit… It’s nocturnal, meaning it can see in the dark.

7:30 AM

KRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

It didn’t fly, it didn’t open it’s wings at first. The thing launched it’s entire body at me like a torpedo at the speed of a train, pinning me against the jagged walls where I couldn’t see anything but the light at the entrance of the temple. I resisted, and realized it really isn’t as strong as I thought. Still, it kept me against the wall, sniffing me all around, especially my hair for some reason. Christopher shined the flashlight at me and did exactly what I told him not to do, he interfered. “LET GO OF HIM”

“SHUT UP CHRIS”

It quickly turned around, and with the flashlight on me, I could see its claws out and ready to finish me off. He already damaged the back of my head and scratched both of my arms leaving them to bleed. Christopher started running over, which was dangerous because I no longer saw fear in his face.

My backpack

Of course! I was still wearing it, otherwise my back would be bleeding in pain from the impact. This distraction gave me time to pull out my net gun.

KRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

It was focused on Christopher, now, but didn’t attack him. Like I said, it was smart, it knows something is planned so it began walking slowly towards him, spreading his wings out with suspicion in his face, but still keeping his blood stained smile. Christopher was walking in his direction as well.

Chris what the hell are you doing

I thought to myself, but didn’t let it distract me. The net gun was huge in size, but what really made it inconvenient was the weight. I pointed it towards it and screamed to get it’s attention back.

But it didn’t even flinch, it just kept walking towards Christopher, and this is where he realized what he had gotten himself into as his legs began to tremble. It was loaded, but the damn gun was jammed. I smacked it against the smooth surface hoping something would happen, as the thing was inches away from tearing my brother’s face apart.

Got it

I turned towards the thing, and pulled the trigger. Before the net even came close to the thing, it yanked it out of the air, and dropped it, just like that. I knew it wasn’t enough to catch it, but maybe if I could have at least limited it’s mobility.

“HENRY DO SOMETHING, KILL IT”

KRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

It held Christopher up by the neck with one hand. My hand grasped the garden hoe before I even realized I had one, hell, I forgot the whole plan with what was going on. I charged at the tall beast before it could tell what I was doing. I ran faster than I ever did in any of my P.E. classes, and swung harder than any baseball bat I ever held in my life.

KRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH

The sharp end of the hoe dug deep into it’s back, making it let go of Christopher. He fell to the ground.

“Ow”

The beast screeched a loud cry, I could no longer see the smile on it’s face, instead I saw an angry expression, from yellow to red glowing eyes in the dark.

KRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The scream made the whole temple shake, some stone was falling from the ceiling that me and Christopher had to dodge from severely damaging our head’s. It yanked the hoe out of it’s back, revealing its weak side, but I knew it was in a greater rage than ever before. It spread its wings, but no longer had the strength to fly. The focus was all on me, now, it couldn’t care less about Christopher, and the hoe was way out of reach for both of us.

KRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I could tell it was ready to finish me off, its claw was raised, my throat was out, but then it smiled. It still had its red eyes, but smiled as it reached one of its fingers to the left side of my throat.

Why hasn’t it killed me yet, why is it taking so long?

But of course! Meteli’s winged creature is a smart being, it’s gonna take its sweet-ass time to make me suffer the most for making it suffer. The first cut leaking blood down my neck was already too much, I knew I was done for. All I needed to do now was to signal Christopher to get the hell out of here. Where was the bastard?

BOOM

8:00 AM

A hole went through the back of the creature's head, then it collapsed onto the ground. Its wings were flat on the ground, body flinching, with a smile kept on its face. The smell of smoke traveled up my nose, making me realize what had just happened.

I looked up to see Christopher, a flashlight in one hand, and a handgun in the other. No words would come out of me, so he spoke first.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to use it.”

He saved my life so I wasn’t going to bitch at him for having a gun and not telling me. The gun he held was the one our father kept in his drawer on his side of the bed just incase. I completely forgot about it.

“I hid it under my bed after mom and dad died because I wanted to use it on myself.”

“What? Chris? And you never talked to-”

“You didn’t seem like you wanted to talk after what happened.”

I looked at the body of the monster that Christopher had just killed. It was over, the monster that’s been terrorizing Meteli for who knows how long. No more screeches or movement came from it, instead it lied ther-

“OH MY GOD, HENRY COME OVER HERE.”

I rushed over to the direction Christopher was pointing the flashlight. What I saw made what Christopher just killed more than a monster.

The skulls of the 7 children it took were neatly aligned below the stone altar that’s built into the temple. There were spiders in the eyes that made it their very own home. It was truly disgusting. Luckily that was the only decoration it had in its ex-home. I walked over to the body while Christopher was tugging on me as he wanted to go home, I handed him an energy bar, and he rejected it, we both felt too sick. After just fighting the monster of Meteli, I wasn’t scared of touching it. Its wrinkly skin was very cold, it-

No, SHE was definitely dead. I requested the flashlight from Christopher as I saw a weird marking below its belly. Some sort of birthmark or scar- maybe?

“Holy-”

It wasn’t a birthmark or a scar, it was stamp, and it read:

Property of Meteli Science Department

Crack

That was the sound of one of the enormous eggs in the corner of the temple.

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hamilheros · 7 years

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what do you fall for? (hamilsquad x reader)

Words: 2032

Warnings: cursing, robbery

A/N: @theanonymousanon came up with this amazing idea for this series, and she pulled me @midnightokieriete along for the ride! So without further adieu, here’s our story!

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//the beginning//

The whole world was going to be destroyed. Well, maybe you were exaggerating a bit. It wasn’t exactly the end of the world, but it was pretty close. You looked for your wallet everywhere, and here you were, in this alley way, wondering how your feet took you this far.

You just moved here a few weeks ago. Dragging your bags through the airport and boarding the plane wasn’t that hard of a choice. Back home, things weren’t ideal. Your family was too conservative and were stuck in their own ideas. And you wanted a different life. Being in a small town wasn’t something you imagined for yourself.

So, right when you put on that cap and got your diploma, you were out. Los Angeles was the first choice, but you received a job offer in New York City. You threw your sunglasses and beach bag away and traded it for an umbrella and briefcase.

Your first few days were smooth. Your new boss, George Washington, wasn’t too bad. He was strict and always wanted things in before it was due, but that was fine. Being his assistant was hard, but it was life. You couldn’t have asked for anything better. And you were adapting to the city life pretty well. Even the feline-sized rats weren’t bothering you that much anymore. Well, maybe that was a stretch. The rats were definitely a no-no.

Most days were easy going. Normal, even. But this morning. This was different. You decided to walk to work that day. You woke up earlier than usual, so a nice morning coffee wasn’t a bad idea. As you walked into the shop, you touched your pocket for your wallet.

“Are you kidding me…” You mumbled, looking through your bag for cash. There were only loose change and crumbs at the bottom. You even forgot your…

Wait. You could have sworn you threw your wallet in the bag. You put your bag on a nearby table, and began to search frantically. Your hands came across an empty, almost hollow space. You pushed your hand through.

It appeared on the outside of the bag.

Great.

You needed your morning coffee. You were on your feet all day, and that was the only thing that would keep you awake. You put your bag back on your shoulder, and walked out the shop.

“Now, where was I?” You looked around the street. It was already full of people, all of them navigating around you. You decided to retrace your steps. George wouldn’t be happy that you were going to be late, but, your life was in that wallet. Insurance cards, license, and at least five dollars.

Okay, maybe the five dollars wasn’t that important. But still, you needed that wallet.

You weaved your way through the mass of bodies, glancing at their hands ever so often. Your eyes came across an alley way. Back to the present time.

You were sure you didn’t walk through there. Your countless hours on the internet researching how to stay safe in a big city told you not to go in alley ways. But your fingers were twitching and you really needed that cup of coffee. You emailed your boss quickly, telling him you were going to be late.

You took a deep breath, then began your slow journey into the small side street. It was dark, and right when your body entered, silence enveloped you. You cursed at yourself for being such an idiot, but your curiosity and thirst was overtaking you.

“Don’t die…” You mumbled, crouching down to see if your wallet was underneath the trash can. As expected, there was just candy wrappers and rotting food.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” You heard a voice yell. You jumped, quickly looking up from your spot on the ground. Two men, one with a gray beanie and the other with fingerless gloves were arguing. There was a woman on the ground, looking between the both of them. She was frightened.

Don’t walk over there. Don’t walk over there. Don’t. Walk. Over. There.

You slowly walked over. Every fiber of your being was telling you this was a bad idea, but you ignored it. You were definitely going to be late for work. The beanie man tossed the woman her purse, and she thanked him, running away quickly.

You crouched behind the garbage can, looking between the two men. The taller, darker skinned one seemed to be intimidating the smaller man. You patted your pocket for your phone, hoping you weren’t making much noise.

“Look, man, I’m just tryin’ to make a livin’, aight? Now can ya let me go?” The smaller man said to the beanie. The beanie man pursed his lips, glaring at the small man.

“Promise me you’ll never steal again.”

The smaller man scoffed, so the taller man slammed him against the brick wall. The wall cracked, and the man hit his fist against the rock. It dented. You were too far away to see, but it looked like his hand broke through the wall.

Someone didn’t skip the gym, huh?

The small man groaned, pulling on the other man’s hand. Okay, maybe this wasn’t the time to make jokes. You looked down at your phone, and it refused to cooperate. It was freezing up, and you tried to press the emergency call button. It didn’t work.

“Typical…” You whispered. The alley way silenced quickly, and you looked up. Both of the men were staring at you. Shit.

You stood up, wiping ‘dust’ off your pants, “Oh, hi. I’m just, looking for my wallet. You know, because, it’s lost. Um, so yeah, you can carry on,” You waved for them to continue, “I’ll be on my way.”

Wow. You were pretty casual. Maybe they won’t notice anything strange. You turned around and began walking away quickly. You heard a sigh behind you, and before you could register what was going on, you blinked.

You widened your eyes, looking around you. Wait, how did you get here? You turned around in a circle, taking in the sights. You, you were in front of your office. You glanced at your watch. You were still late, but…

“I took too many sleeping pills last night,” You said, quickly walking through the building. Were you, did you, just imagine all of that? Your family did call you a heavy daydreamer, but you never thought it was this bad. You looked in your bag, seeing your wallet and the hole was gone. Huh.

“Y/N?” You moved your head in the direction of the voice. Your boss was standing there, his arms crossed. You never saw his eyebrows so furrowed before, “Did you find your wallet?”

You nodded quickly, walking over to him, “Uh, yes, yes sir. Sorry, I should be more careful next time, sir.” He said nothing for a few moments, looking you over. He uncrossed his arms, and you let out a breath. Good, he wasn’t angry.

“Do you have the documents from the previous meeting prepared?” You replied yes, taking them out of your bag.

Maybe that whole ordeal really was a part of your imagination. But your couldn’t help your gut. It was telling you it was the truth. George turned around and walked away. You pushed the folder close to your chest and followed him quickly.

Hercules let go of the man, and he ran off in the opposite direction. He rubbed his hands on his pants, cursing to himself. Why couldn’t he hear you there? Either he was getting old, or clumsy. He heard a loud whoosh, and saw Alexander marching over. Alex was wearing his uniform for his normal job. He was glaring at Hercules.

Here we go…

“How could you be so reckless, Herc? That person could have just compromised our whole mission!” Alexander hissed, folding his arms.

Hercules decided to take this lightly. “Chill out, Alex. That, human, won’t find out anything. You could have just told George to erase her mind! Then we won’t have to deal with any of this.”

Alexander shook his head, pacing back and forth, “No. You know how he feels about that, after Martha…” Alexander trailed off. The whole team knew about it, and no one ever brought it up. “Anyway, how can I be sure she’s just going to forget about it?”

Hercules grinned. “I have a perfect idea. We could send in Aaron to-”

“Hell no,” Alexander interrupted, “No way. No. I didn’t even hear the rest of that idea, and I completely disagree.” Alexander refused the thought. Aaron was everyone’s friend, but there was something about him that Alexander didn’t like. He never told Aaron himself, but it was apparent.

“Alexander, you’re being too difficult. Just give him a chance. Aaron’s the only one who doesn’t have powers. He could be useful,” Hercules looked at the hole in the wall, “Besides just cleanup, of course.”

Alexander bit his lip. Hercules thought for a few seconds.

“Okay, how about this. We ask Washington about it and see what he says. Would you give it a chance then?” Hercules pressed. Alexander eyed Hercules but nodded.

“Fine. But this doesn’t mean I like the idea. I’m going to tell George I hate the idea.”

Hercules rolled his eyes at Alexander’s immaturity. He began dialing George’s phone number. He knew he was at work, but this was important. And he was sure he already read your mind.

You were following after George when one of his phones’ rang. He glanced at the contact, and excused himself, walking to a nearby conference room. You walked back to your desk, slumping into your chair. That cup of coffee would do you wonders right now. You closed your eyes, hoping this small break would last forever.

“Y/N?” You opened one eyelid, looking at the woman that interrupted you. Eliza was standing there, holding two cups of coffee. You sat up quickly, grinning at her. She held out one to you, a smile on her lips.

“George is probably running you dry, so I thought you might need something to perk you up.”

You took the coffee out of her hand, “You’re amazing! Thank you, you’re my hero,” Her face changed, but it quickly went back to the carefree smile. You took a sip of the coffee, and cursed.

“Fuck!” You stuck your tongue out. It felt like it was being boiled alive. You looked up at her, and she had a sheepish smile on her face.

“Sorry, I like my coffee hot. I should have warned you.”

You shook your head quickly, “No, it’s okay. I was just overreacting.” You weren’t.

George knocked on the wall, getting your attention. You stood up quickly, hoping he didn’t hear your foul mouth. He and Eliza shared a look, before she waved at you and left. Strange. You didn’t see them interact much, but that look was weird. But you were probably imagining something else again.

“Y/N, I have a new employee coming soon. He’s here to help you with the work load.”

Your heart sunk. “Oh?”

Were you getting fired? You just started working here. Well, you couldn’t blame him. You’ve only worked here for two weeks and you were already late one day. He probably thought you weren’t reliable enough.

George must have noticed the inner turmoil because he shook his head. “No, you’re not getting fired, Y/N.”

What the actual fuck? How did he know you were thinking that? Either you said it out loud, or your face was easily read. That makes sense. He has been in business long enough to read expressions. You brushed your suspicion aside.

He continued, “I just thought that I’ve been giving you a lot to handle. Think of him, as an assistant to you. If you ever needed extra help, he would be there to assist you. Does that sound okay?”

He looked at you. Did that sound okay? It sounded fuck- really, amazing. Your inner thoughts really needed to stop using so much profanity. George cracked a smile, and you cleared your throat.

“Um, yes sir. That would be fantastic.”

He nodded, “His name is Aaron, he starts tomorrow.”

#hamilton superhero au #hamilton series #alexander hamilton #hercules mulligan #lafayette #john laurens #aaron burr #george washington #thomas jefferson #james madison #angelica schuyler #peggy schuyler #eliza schuyler #x reader #wdyff

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ask-dr-knockout · 7 years

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Perfection through Deception

(Oneshot Takes Place after the events in @tyrantofthefirmament and @ask-dr-knockout “Reunion” RP Story)

Previously: Knockout had just arrived back at the Autobot base after coming across the gravely Injured Starscream out in the wastes of Cybertron. Soon after he leaved the Seeker behind but only after secreting him away to his once old base of black market operations. For his trouble in helping the former Air Commander he is covered in scratches and rust dust grime while forced to contend with an very irritated Ultra Magnus upon his return. As discipline for his negligence to report in to the rest of the Autobot team while on patrol Knockout is sent off to monitor duty without the opportunity to clean up his damaged pride first. A punishment detail Knockout is remiss to follow.

Knockout stormed into the monitoring room barely containing his ire! His claws raked across the border of the entrance with an unpleasant shriek. The sound alone causing the occupant in the room to startle in their seat. “What the Scarp!? Oh… Knock Out… It’s just you… You mind not defacing the brand new base I thought you were the one saying we need to wax every surface…” Arcee had only briefly glanced back to catch the other in the corner of her optic between monitoring what looked like a shadow on the west perimeter. After a zoom in yielded only a wayward turbo mouse she continued. “Sooo…Judging from the entrance… What has you grinding gears this time?- Wait don’t tell me, you ran out of polish? or Ratchet had you pulling a double shift?… hurm No?… OH Smokescreen stole your buffer again!” Arcee shot off with practiced interest. Her speech dry as per tradition between their interactions during their shift changes.

Knockout rolled his optics at her for good measure. There was something familiar however… and almost welcoming about the unwarranted sass that Arcee brought to the table it reminded him of simpler times sometimes… Knockout relaxed slightly despite himself. He fell into a new but somewhat normal routine with the warrior Fem and that was one of the few things he could appreciate.

“Maybe if you turned around to greet me like a normal civilized Cybertronian you could see it for yourself!” he huffed back crossing his arms indignantly. “Oooo… Yep that’s bad.” Arcee cringed in sympathy for once as she spun around having finished her log to see what terrible oh so horrible thing had befallen the ever dramatic Knockout this time.

“YES IT IS! And the Big Blue himself has deemed it acceptable for THIS-” he motioned to his entire body exasperated. “ –to remain until my monitoring shift is over so~ if you wouldn’t mind hurrying up and vacating the preemies!!! ~Please my dear~ I would like to get on with it!” “What no elaborate story telling today Knockout? I’m Shocked! Surely this all must come with a long winded tale that should garner my sympathy? I’m so disappointed in you!” Arcee gave a fake pout. Getting up from her seat in her ever typical way she tilted her hips while crossing her arms with an amused smirk.

“I could always tell you about the time Rats Infeste a Vehicons Interior again if you like seems right up your interest with organics and all… Arcee…” He scoweled. “heh so its going to be like that tonight I see… It’s a shame I might have fetched you your Buffer.” She flashed Knockout a knowing look. “Arcee…Trust me when I say a BUFFER isn’t enough for this atrocity to my finish! Now in the words of our esteemed rusty CMO “YEP YEP YEP” and get out of this room before I throw you out!” “Careful I will tell Ratchet you stole that from him.” Arcee giggled lightly amused.

Knockout didn’t reply but simply ex-vented waving a hand to shoo her away he was done talking. He took a seat as dignified as he possibly could manage while picking at his back or rather trying to… Arcee’s optics softened a bit as she got a look at him when the doctor turned his back to her. She never had seen Knockout in this state before; well not since New York and the Train incident that shall not be named. Something out of the ordinary was definitely going on with him. Perhaps later when he had a chance to clean up he would come back to air his grievances like he usually did. It wasn’t like him to hold back like this. “You know my com is always open if you get bored.” Arcee smiled patting Knockout on the shoulder as she left.

“Watch the Fin-“ Arcee had already exited, the door sliding shut. “-oh why do I even care at this point…” he sighed while logging into the monitoring systems at least now he had some peace and quiet. Suddenly an image of Starscreams broken dead body laying out in an abandoned scrap pile shot across his processor. He flinched.

That was right… He, had bigger things to worry about now. Knockouts processor raced with all the possibilities of how he could be punished for this and for a moment Knockout wondered if he should even go back. “who can blame a monster for acting as a monster would”

Uhg Right, so how to go about this then.

…

Knockouts fingers rapt the keypad in bored chorus the glow of the monitors playing out before optics that stared out into the vast space of thought beyond. He realized his greatest risk would be his location beacon. If he simply returned to the same place he had been before it would raise far too much suspicion putting him and Starscream at risk of discovery. But if he simply switched off his locator beacon that would be suspicious and call his loyalties into question too.

Think Knockout think! He inspected the scalpel like edges of his finger tips as he idly spun in his chair.

There was always a way to play the system he used to do this all the time. If only he could just be in two places at once this wouldn’t be an issue! He groaned leaning back the metal chair conforming to his weight its mechanisms creaking slightly with its constant use.

A few seconds later and Knockout Snapped his talons! That was it!

He Spun in his chair around excitedly using the motion to make sure nothing, or no one was watching him besides the security feeds above him.

Of course he could not be in two places at once physically speaking, but~ he was certainly capable of creating that illusion.

Soundwave wasn’t the only hacker with a few tricks up his subspace pocket.

Typing away at the consul he accessed the security feed logs. Once inside the mainframe Knockout began to work as if he was simply reviewing the previous surveillance data as per usual.

Unbeknownst to the surveillance above him a small data cable had slipped out from his wrist holding a compact data chip. The width of his Door panel easily concealed the device from view while it plugged in with a barely audible click. The screen flickered so quickly it was nearly undetectable to the untrained optic. A classic little hacking trick that faked signals and then some! he contained his excitement behind a bored looking demeanor. He had never dared try this before on the nemesis. Deceiving Soundwave the spymaster in favor of his infamous racing jaunts; however tempting it had been would never have gone over well. But~ that wasn’t to say the current team of Autobus weren’t exactly adept at this type of cunning.

They wouldn’t detect this… he smiled as it loaded and disappeared into the endless weave of data. With this little program he would be able to directly control the security signals wirelessly! The hacking ware was already made to blend in with the normal source code and did nothing to interfere with the original data. Rather it simply manipulated its existing contents in a way that prevented undesired security data from being recorded at all by replacing it with loops or old content!

He could even set notifications to inform him where his teammates were at any given moment in relation to his proximity protocols. Though the latter would be a bit more difficult to multitask given the number of mechs on base currently not mentioning the drones. He wasn’t Soundwave after all, but given Ultra Magnus’s strict and highly predictable duty roster it would be easy to at least predict to a degree and play with the data accordingly. With a wireless uplink encrypted into his own comn system he would be able to manipulate the data from anywhere he could hold a signal! He could even mess with the visual feeds all he had to do was plan a little in advance. He smirked proudly at himself for his cunning. He knew stealing this tech from that one bounty hunter would be worth the risk some day! There would be no proof of when or who interwove this secondary program into the network. Sure one could pick apart the encrypted code but that be no easy feat given who this code was originally designed by. Knockout inwardly mused. In fact the tech had the mechs signature style and fingerprint all over it within the data. It was his work not Knockouts.

With no direct way to pin this back on him it would be highly unlikely the Autobots would have a leg to stand on. If they did find out and decrypt everything the data instantaneously erased its own contact code upon discovery. He would just have to be careful in how he used it and make careful calculations when best to leave the base undetected, AND when to return. He realized with a sinking feeling… The safest time would be during his off shifts… well there went his personal time… He felt tired just thinking about this…

Why did Starscream always have a way to make him feel so tired? He sighed. “because personal time is so important when you left a mech to blead out in the middle of nowhere” Knockout remembered the supplies he left would only last the seeker so long… He supposed he could rest some of the time at the secret facility he had left to Starscream when he had to. This could work, if he played his cards right… it had to work. Now if this would just hurry up and finish uploading already! Every second he sat waiting was a second he could be caught in the act. “Com on Com on…” he internally chanted.

A few minutes later the chip ejected itself from the access port and Knockouts data cable retracted the chip to tuck safely away under his armor compartment once again.

Well… only one way to find out if it actually worked…

with a test.

Knockout relaxed finally as he leaned back in his seat propping his foot onto the consul like he normally would before crossing them and making himself comfortable. One couldn’t be too hasty he still had to check his options after all. For a while He watched the normal boring evening events of the Autobot base. Drones chatting in the barracks and sharing energon rations. The guards outside the base carving the occasional Decepticon logos on the side of the base to be rebellious little punks. Knockout Laughed at that.

Then he chanced the feed. He noticed with an irritated twitch of his optics that smokescreen was currently in the rec center buffing his finish in plain view of the cameras. He was doing it on purpose to taunt him… he knew it! Oh he would pay for this! Somehow…Eventually… However that gave him a thought.

Of course! Knockout sat forward and rubbed his chin guard a smirk forming on his porcelain face. “Now THAT is an idea!~” He cooed with a sly lilt in his tone. The perfect means to test out his little trick AND get his justified disserts! As the saying went He could have his Energon Cake and eat it too! Knockout checked the monitors and signal beacons once more as he devised his personal mission. “hummm Bulkheads in the Training bay… So is Wheeljack. Typical, they probably will need repairs tomorrow, oh goodie.” Knockout mumbled aloud to himself without fear of the security feed he had just set to loop above him. Its protocols making it appear as if he was still leaning back in his chair unmoving as he was just moments before. “Signals indicate Arcee is in the recreational room talking to Ratchet and Bumblebee is in recharge. Meh… Ultra Magnus is in his office… Big surprise!” Knockout pretended to pinch the mechs helm between his pointer and thumb repeatedly before his optics caught the dreaded sight of that blue and yellow glint on another feed once more. “Now what is that kid doing… uhhhgg of course NOW Smokescreen is going to join the two Thick Helms in training! Doesn’t he know you are supposed to buff AFTER training NOT BEFORE! THAT DEFEATS THE PURPOSE YOU DOLT!” Knockout yelled at the tiny image of smokescreen and flicked the screen where the guard mech’s face resided.

Plink! He paused however when he noticed curiously that Wheeljack and Bulkhead were shaking their heads and pointing to Smokescreens arm, undoubtedly at the phase shifter. “Hello… what is this? Only willing to play fair with buddy bruisers I see.” Knockout hummed intrigued as Smokescreen did the unthinkable and complied to his friends requests by taking off his “Signature weapon” and placing it within the nearby weapons locker in favor of sparing with Wheeljack.

“Well that’s interesting… never thought you took it off~ Primus knows you even bathed with it.” Knockout sneered but all the same storing that knowledge for a later time. He flicked the screen three more times for good measure, one for each Bolt Brained Bruiser.

Plink, Plink, Plink!

With one last data sweep and every mech and fem accounted for on base Knockout finally activated his cryptic signal and began to input his subtle commands.

The security feeds leading directly to his personal quarters began to loop footage just as he had made the monitor rooms do. The footage being taken from the previous nights displayed nothing but empty halls all while his signal remained stationary in the monitor room. He shifted getting up from his seat Starscreams left over coolant stains dribbling down the back of the chair and mixing with the caked on dust falling off with each movement.

“Well, well it would seem there has been an unforeseen shift change for this evening Ultra Magnus” Knockout chuckled mockingly at the image of the unsuspecting Commander diligently logging reports from the confines of his office. Setting the monitor chair spinning casually Knockout sashayed to the exit. Before the door could close behind him he turned to giving one final mock salute, “See you Bright and SHINEY in the morning Sir~ HAH! HAHAHAH!” Oh he was going to savor this! His footfalls echoed unnoticed in the abandoned halls just as he had planned.

Operation OilBath was a go.

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