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averageanonymous · 2 months

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Summary: The new Grand Duke of Hell has requested an Audience with the recently appointed Supreme Archangel.

This is somewhat of a sequel to This Post/Ficlet. It doesn't need to be read in order though. More info at the end.

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“The Grand Duke of Hell has requested an audience,” Uriel says, just short of a sneer, as he enters Aziraphale’s ‘office’. (Of course, it isn’t really an office. Just a desk in a secluded corner of heaven. Gabriel hadn't even had a desk, apparently. Aziraphale had insisted on one.) He tosses a folder in front of him.

“Always nice to see you, Uriel,” Aziraphale greets his fellow archangel without looking up from the documents he is working on, pointedly ignoring the not-remotely-subtle roll of Uriel's eyes. “You said an audience with the Grand Duke? Somewhat irregular…but in light of recent developments, I suppose an audience isn't unjustified.”

“Mm,” Uriel turns to leave, barely pausing to throw over his shoulder, “First floor boardroom, five minutes.”

Aziraphale looks up sharply, sputtering, “Five minutes!?” But the other angel is already too far away to bother answering, if he even heard at all. Aziraphale shuffles his papers together in a rush and places them in a desk drawer before gathering up the folder left by Uriel and starting quickly towards the lift.

Honestly, he thinks as the lift door opens, I don't expect them to like the situation, but this is ridiculous. He steps in and presses the button to take him to the first floor. It's as close to “neutral” as exists in the building shared by Heaven and Hell with the exception of the lobby.

As the lift begins the long drop down, he flips open the folder and scans through the pages. They’re basic audience request forms, followed by a contractual agreement to refrain from all hostilities including but not limited to maiming, dismembering, beheading and spontaneous combustion. The section on the request form where it's meant to indicate the reason for the meeting has been left blank. Aziraphale checks the signatures, but doesn't recognize a name in the messy scrawl.

He assumes that Shax took up the role of Grand Duke. She seemed quite ambitious… though perhaps she would have taken on Dagon’s responsibilities on the Dark Council and the Lord of the Files would have moved into the coveted position. Either way, it didn't make much difference which demon was in the seat. They were all cut from the same cloth.

Something in him twists at that thought. Not all, he amends. There were exceptions to every rule.

As the lift approaches the first floor, he straightens his bowtie, adjusts his coat, rolls his shoulders back. He lets just a little bit of Heaven's Grace shine in his skin, not too much, but enough to remind whoever it is he is meeting just who it is they're dealing with. He's not just an angel who spent most of his years on earth. He's not the Angel of the Eastern Gate of Eden. He's no Cherubim or Principality. He is The Supreme Archangel of Heaven. With that, the lift doors open.

A hall with several gray doors greets him. The gray tile floor is accented by intricate patterns of black and white. At the end of the hall, the largest door is flanked by angelic guards on one side, and a pair of mid-level demons on the other. Standard procedure for any officially sanctioned meeting of the representatives of Heaven and Hell.

Aziraphale approaches the door quickly. His internal clock indicates that he is three minutes late. He tells himself that there's nothing wrong with making Hell wait a few minutes, though. After all, with how they run things Downstairs, waiting is surely quite familiar to them.

With a nod to the angels, who respectfully nod in return (at least the lower angelic ranks don't seem to hold the same ire towards him as the upper ranks), Aziraphale pushes open the door and enters the room-

His heart literally stops beating, the physical functions of his corporation all stalling as his mind freezes, attempts to re-process what he is seeing, and fails miserably. There must be a mistake, or someone is playing a great bloody joke, or SOME other explanation that makes who is seated before him, lounging at the head of the table with his legs up like he owns the place, make sense.

It doesn't make sense. It can’t make sense.

Aziraphale finally finds it in him to choke out, “Crowley??”

“Don't think I've ever seen you so speechless, angel,” Crowley drawls, uncrossing his ankles and uncoiling from his chair, every bit the Serpent. “Something got your feathers in a twist?”

Aziraphale tries to take in the demon as he steps around the table. There's so much to take in, though, that Aziraphale finds it difficult to even look at him. He forces himself to anyway. His gaze is immediately drawn to Crowley’s wings in their full manifestation. Even folded tightly against his back, they're huge and lustrous, shining like polished obsidian. It’s clearly a statement. And so is the rest of his appearance. He has a black metal circlet on his head, two curling horns giving the illusion of Crowley himself having horns. His dark red hair is longer than it has been in years, curling around his shoulders. Aziraphale can see black snake skin on the sides of his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt and reappearing on the back of his hands. And at the ends of his fingers he's got claws, for Heaven's sake. His gaze travels back to Crowley's face, to his eyes, hidden behind his usual dark lenses, and then, unbidden, to his lips. His eyes snap down, but he knows Crowley saw.

He inhales shakily, trying to gather himself. Memories of the last time they were together are themselves almost a physical blow. Aziraphale can recall with perfect clarity the feel of those lips pressed to his. He can remember the array of unfamiliar sensations and emotions it elicited.

Aziraphale finally steels himself and looks back up at Crowley, Grand Duke of Hell.

“I know we didn’t leave things on the best of terms, but whatever it is you think you're playing at, this isn't funny,” Aziraphale finally snaps at him, dropping the file on the table.

“Not meant to be,” Crowley shrugs, “I saw an opportunity, and I took it.”

“After everything you said to me about- about not rejoining their side-”

“I'm a demon,” Crowley cuts him off. “I lied.”

Aziraphale purses his lips. “So that's how it is,” he says, not sure where this leaves them.

“That's how it is,” Crowley agrees. He claps his hands together, “Right. Now that's out of the way. I didn't come here just to shock you, Supreme Archangel. There's things that need to be discussed. Now this Second Coming nonsense your lot have cooked up -”

Aziraphale shakes his head and holds up his hands, confusion and betrayal warring within him, “Crowley, you can't expect me to play this charade with you.”

“Not a charade, angel,” Crowley corrects him.

Aziraphale huffs in frustration and steps closer, eyes darting to the sides of the room as though the walls are listening, and says with quiet vehemence, “Oh, really? You’re the actual Grand Duke of Hell, and you think that we can, what?”

“Work together. Obviously,” Crowley hisses back in a stage whisper, “You and me against the forces of Heaven and Hell, working towards the common good of humanity.”

“Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale sighs, “You know it isn’t that simple.”

“It can be,” Crowley says, taking a step towards Aziraphale. They’re close now, close enough to touch. Crowley hesitantly reaches across the space between them. When Aziraphale doesn't pull back, he tentatively curls his pinky around Aziraphale’s. Aziraphale looks down at their hands, joined by that smallest touch, and feels his heart beating a quick rhythm in his chest.

“You and me, angel,” Crowley says again, his voice sure. The mockery is gone now, the act vanished. Beneath the gaudy costume he is simply himself. Crowley continues seriously, “We have an opportunity here. You at the top of your totem pole, me at the top of mine. What do you say?”

Aziraphale meets his gaze.

For the first time since before the Metatron came to his shop, Aziraphale feels…

Hope.

He curls his pinky around Crowley’s in return, their fingers linked in a promise.

“Where do we start?”

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Thank you for reading! This (even more so than its prequel ficlet) is essentially a first-draft mini-scene from a multi-chapter fic that I'll likely never write in entirety. I figure I can let them gather dust on my computer, WIPs dead in the water, or I can release them to the internet. I'd rather let them be free. But hey, maybe someday I'll write enough of them to string together into an actual story.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #fanfic #good omens fanfiction #supreme archangel aziraphale #grand duke of hell crowley #scenes from a fic i'll never write

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melusine0811 · 9 months

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The Space Between the Stars ch. 17-

“The Ghosts That We Knew”

Aloy has more nightmares, and Seyka pulls her out of them. Then they make their way to the Base, and Seyka gets a warm welcome.

Elisabet deals with the aftermath of everything over the past 8 years, and forms an unlikely friendship with someone who will show her what she’s worth.

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“Aloy herself is now feeling disconnected from her own body, with that bubbling, prickling, crawling feeling cleaving up her skin and separating her spirit from her body like peeling one huge piece of bark off of a tree in one massive yank as her corporeal presence betrays her. She knows that Seyka is the one person who can walk through the darkness with her…hand in hand, and pull her back to herself.

But the thought of just surrendering and letting the feeling wash over her body as she trembles and roils herself into oblivion in Seyka’s arms scares her more than anything. Because what if she can’t get out? On the other side is the same ache, the same terror. The same dehumanization and projections thrown on her body as being their symbol.

Just like that stone cold statue in Meridian.

There is no time between battles, either. Between fights and visions and gnarled, staggering nightmares. No time to approximate how her knuckles go white trying to hold on because sometimes she doesn’t want to. No time between blood and trauma and death and loss. No time to cover the depth of the wounds she herself had caused: directly or indirectly. Rost. Bast. Vala. Varl. Fashav. Kotallo and his agonizing phantom pains. Beta and nearly losing her for good, unwilling to fulfill what she had asked her to do, when she was taken. Adding to her trauma. Countless others. Those she’d stabbed, maimed, blown into particles because she couldn’t find any other solution. Those she couldn’t help or didn’t have time to.

As though she could ever make up for all her graceless chaos, her twisted heart that she’d cut out ages ago and sold to Hades or whoever the main agent of darkness was at the time, her torrential loneliness soaking into every footprint she makes.

But then there’s Seyka— the letters of her name twist in her chest just like their onomatology— a caretaker wrapped around her heart, holding her in. The thing about having someone love you through the darkest, most gut-wrenching days of your life is that it creates something not found in the bounds of ordinary connections. You try as you might not to bleed on them, pulling your mess back in towards yourself with nothing but a useless cloth, yet they continue to clean it up anyway— unapologetically.

Seyka had accepted all of her tangled, cycloptic darkness right from the beginning, and stopped her from leaning into her unfulfilled destiny of dying inside that Horus, where without her, she would have been blown to bits, ejected into the sea, her bones glistening with the potentiality of the rush of cold seawater, and her lungs changing to coral to match the adornments all over Seyka’s body, connecting to her permanently. Tethering her even in death.

She can’t hold back, now—she needs her. She needs her warmth. She rises above her, Seyka releasing her hold on her slightly, and she lays her bare body on top of her in the backdrop of the rising sun. She needs her touch, and to pull the breath from her lungs. She needs to absorb her into her very skin and approximate her light to shine out the darkest depths of the wraith that she feels she’s becoming.”

#seyloy #aloy x seyka #horizon forbidden west #burning shores

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lunar-years · 1 year

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Okay I just need to say this to someone. As a royjamie or even jamieroykeeley Stan, I would be okay if either of those ships don’t happen. But i really don’t want to see Jamie end up with some random girl like shandy? like at the end of the new episode we see her go up to talk to him while Keeley watches and like… idk maybe it’s silly but like I don’t even want him to sleep with her?? Like I want him to be happy and see him accept that he deserves love. Just not with her?

Ooh Shandy! Let’s talk about her. I’m really enjoying the addition of her character & I just hope they don’t screw it up and turn her into a joke. I think her main narrative purpose is to cause additional drama/conflict at Keeley’s workplace, not so much to be part of the team’s storyline/drama. Her sleeping with Jamie had honestly not even crossed my mind (if anything I think that’d be a one night stand situation, not any sort of actually developed relationship). Jamie’s got way too much other stuff going on this season. I would not be too worried, anon.

Shandy as a part of Keeley’s storyline, though, is excellent for the following reasons:

1) I like that it opens us up for more of Keeley’s backstory. Keeley living in a flat with a bunch of girls who were all modeling and trying to get together with footballers and Keeley being the only one to “get out” just feels so right

2) Keeley also recognizing that she was only able TO get out because she found and connected with someone who was willing to help her get there (Rebecca), and then deciding that she was now in the position to be that person for someone else is just sooooo!!! God I love Keeley Jones. Women helping women representation.

3) one thing about Keeley is that she really does see the best sides of people, and she knows how to get those parts to shine. She recognizes from personal experience that you may not have the “experience” or the education or the kind of surface-level intelligence society values, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have value of your own, or that you can’t break through the limits other have set for you. A person can be smart and clever and hard-working in so many different ways, not all of which are obvious. But Keeley sees what other people dismiss. She saw it in Jamie back in s1 and she sees it in Shandy.

4) Shandy IS smart, and direct, and she has a lot to bring to the table. Obviously with the strobe light thing, but again when she just walked up to Zava and was like yeah happy to have you here thank you but you need to give us something back here too and post about the club on your socials. Like Keeley wasn’t wrong about her!! Shandy’s just…rough around the edges, and doesn’t know the etiquette for a corporate setting. I think Keeley hiring her right off is going to initially backfire in some ways and cause problems for her and her office, but I really really hope Keeley’s willingness to mentor and believe in Shandy comes back around in the end. Because that’s a story that I think is important to tell, and because it’s one of Keeley’s best traits, her willingness to see the good in others where maybe it’s not often recognized. That’s the whole spirit of the show, isn’t it?

#sorry I know I strayed far away from the actual question here but:#yeah I wouldn’t worry about shandy and Jamie lol. if they do that wow that’d really be a curveball #I'm trusting the writers with shandy because it could go VERY WRONG and she could just be a caricature forever but. I’m trusting.#Ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso #Keeley Jones #Shandy #asks #basically i just think Keeley is THE character that most embodies what ted lasso the show is about. more so than ted lasso himself actually #and that's not to say she doesn't have her flaws but she is so so good and i literally am in love with her

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drops-of-moonlights · 2 years

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redid the Codex/Keystone guardian Pixies’ designs! they needed to comply with the rest of the Pixie redesigns. Redone info for them below! as in, I actually bother to describe them this time lmao. Harmonia’s an OC, as a reminder!

The Five Keystone Guardians are the five Pixies in charge of, well, keeping the Keystones to the Gate of Relix protected and safe. In order, they are Concorda of Alfea, Athena of Red Fountain, the late Harmonia of Magica City, Ninfea of Magix’s Pixie Village, and Discorda of Cloud Tower. These five locations hold the pieces of the Gate Keystone, a mystical stone holding the power to the gate to Relix, a planetoid that was sealed away by the Order during the First Age of Magic, as they deemed its high energy dangerous to manipulate and knew it would be abused. Darkar is in search of said Gate, as a leftover of Darek’s deepest desire fused with Argulus’s insatiable greed for power. Aside from that, each Pixie helps run the school or village in certain ways.

Concorda is the Pixie of Information, who takes residence in Alfea’s Archives. She also acts as its librarian, occasionally helping Barbatea as some books are only under her jurisdiction. She has Livy as her messenger and helper, as well. Concorda, true to her Calling, is very reserved and studious, and can always be seen reading a book and enjoying some tea. Her powers usually translate into Sound-based magic, as well as occasional Wind and Earth. Her original post of safekeeping her Keystone was Lake Roccalucce.

Athena is the Pixie of Strategy, and usually assists with Fonterrossa’s classes herself - she’s considered the true Strategy professor, which sometimes annoys Alabaster, the ACTUAL Strategy professor. Prideful, but never boastful, and she’s known to have a bit of a softer side shine through from time to time. She never quite moved on from Harmonia’s passing, but she’s pragmatic enough to not let that cloud her judgement. Her powers usually manifest as Metal, Fire and Light-based magic. Her original post of safekeeping her Keystone was in the mountains, where the Order of Mana’s Paladin Academy would be settled years later.

Harmonia was the Pixie of Echoes. She was sweet and kind, and also incredibly skilled in combat for a Pixie - only Athena rivaled her strength. She was killed by the then newly formed Darkar to steal her Keystone, but didn’t go down without a fight - managing to weaken Darkar severely and almost disrupting the spell that keeps him in a semi-corporeal form, so that he could then be finished by the then brand-new Company of Light. As all pixies, she dissolved into Essence Dust when killed, and her Dust was used to keep Magix’s Tree of Life (which back then was on the verge of dying thanks to Dakrar) alive, making it grow healthy. Her conscience is believed to still be inside the Tree, but it’s mostly just a rumor. True to her Calling, her powers conveyed Sound-based magic and had amplifying effects on others. Her original post of safekeeping her Keystone was in the then budding Magica Village, soon becoming the biggest city in the planet.

Ninfea is the Pixie of Forests, and acts as head of the Council in Pixie Village’s politics, essentially being its mayor. She’s kind and just, qualities found in a good ruler, but she feels she lives in Harmonia’s shadow from time to time and as much as it pains her, she can admit she has grown to resent her slightly. Her Calling’s the most direct, manifesting as Flora, Fauna and Water-based magic. Unlike the rest, she was always stationed in Pixie Village.

Discorda is the Pixie of Traps, and is the caregiver of Torre Nuvola itself, keeping the school healthy and pious. Appears grumpy, but is very amicable and talkative as long as they don’t do anything that makes Torre Nuvola do more work or be put in jeopardy, having a couple vendettas accumulated over the years, most particularly with the Trix but also with Professor Hecate, who might have been careless in her years as a student and wishes Discorda would just forgive her already. Her Calling manifests as Fauna, Earth, Healing and Water-based magic, and it helps her with ensuring nothing goes bad with her “dear Tower”. Much like with Ninfea, she had always remained in the same spot of safekeeping her Keystone - she also assisted with Torre Nuvola’s “birth.”

#Drops's Art #Winx Club #Winx Redux AU #Concorda #Athena #Harmonia #Ninfea #Discorda #Pixie

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mirroredranger · 7 months

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‘Flashback’

Send Flashback to visit Valerie's lost memories

"This. Is. Fuck-ing. Creep-py!" The woman with long, blonde hair enunciated each syllable to her red-haired partner. Valerie looked around.

The factory they were about to enter was closed off by a chain-link fence, which Aria had locked. There was an echoing 'kaw'ing noise, made by the old, worn down anti-murkrow device on the factory's roof. While the fall wind stirred the leaves that fell out of a nearby tree, she couldn't see anything that would be described as 'creepy', let alone the phrasing the other woman used.

The blonde screamed! "What was that! It touched my neck! What was that!" Valerie turned to look at her fellow ranger, who was trembling like the leaves left on the tree. There wasn't anything overt, could it have been a ghost or-

Ah. "Aria, turn around," Valerie calmly advised.

The blonde froze. Slowly she turned around. She was so close to the gate, Valerie was sure she was convinced it was a ghost. Aria turned her neck, then her body. There it was, caught in the fence, waving in the wind, a single murkrow feather.

"Ah," Aria hugged herself as she took a purposeful step away from the offending plumage. "R-right."

"Good thing you didn't set off the voltorb," Valerie's words made Aria freeze again. Valerie had to grab her arm to pull her to the factory. "Come on, the ghosts are inside."

"W-wait! Don't you want to grab a voltorb just in case? Or a mur-urkrow?"

Now that her partner was right next to her and not screaming about the atmosphere, Valerie opened the door. "We're just checking it out, I doubt that we'll need many pokemon."

The hallways were dim and gloomy, even though the light of the midday sun was now peeking inside. Valerie coughed, the accumulated dust tickling her throat.

"Okay," Aria turned on a flashlight, swinging the light ahead to survey the area. "Everything looks good here." She looked at her partner, then sighed. Silently, she walked ahead.

Valerie also turned on her flashlight, shining it where Aria's wasn't. Like this, she couldn't check the current mission on her styler. Not that she needed to. Check out the old Dusk Factory: reports have been made that parts of the factory are active at random intervals. Check to see if there is a pokemon causing it. This would have been Aria's first solo mission.

Except ghost pokemon terrify her.

Another set of doors separated the duo from the main floor, where the noise was reportedly coming from. Aria opened them.

Inside it was dark. No windows to let in the outside light, just the flashlights of the two women illuminating the area in front of them.

"Survey first," Aria picked up the lead, although she was shaking. She was scanning up above for any signs of zubat, woobat, or noibats taking shelter on the ceiling. Valerie followed by aiming her light low. No signs of pokemon living in the factory, just streaks of tiremarks from old forklifts and faded blood puddles from what Valerie hoped were just workplace accidents. Nothing to suggest that anything corporeal was here.

Aria slowly walked forward, aiming her light lower. "No bats that I can see." Her light hit a pathway marked out in reflective tape.

"They might be in the storage racks. There's more area there for them to roost."

Valerie's words made Aria shudder. "Y-you know from your dad's work, right?"

"Well, what he told me. I was really little when he worked at the pokeball factory. He said that they had to cycle the storage a lot to prevent noibat fro-" Valerie was cut off. The lights overhead turned on. "What the-" She didn't finish.

"GHOST!" Aria screamed. She jumped up, nearly landing on the other ranger. "I knew it! It has to be a ghost! I hate this place! There's blood everywhere from-" The lights flickered. Aria screamed as they went off again.

"Aria! Get off of me!" Prying her way out of the other ranger's arms, Valerie swung her flashlight about. It was her turn to scream. Valerie jumped back, away from the gastly that was inches away from her face. "Where did you come from?!"

"I knew it! It was ghosts!" Aria screamed more, flailing. She hit Valerie in the back of the head. Valerie nearly fell over from the blow.

"Ow, Aria, quit it! It's a gastly!" Handling one ghost pokemon was hard enough, but her scardyskitty partner was making it a true challenge.

Valerie pointed the light back up. There was the pokemon, albeit it was now sticking its long tongue out and shaking it. "Gyaaaaas!" It faded away as quickly as it was revealed.

"Where did it go, where did it go?" Aria swung her flashlight around wildly. The blonde couldn't get a sight of it. "Where did it-" she froze mid-sentence. There was an ice cold hand gripping her shoulder, right next to her neck.

"Aria," Valerie spoke with a deadly serious tone. "Calm down."

"Th-there's-s a de-ead h-hand on m-m-my sh-shoulder," Aria whimpered.

"That's my hand on your shoulder," Valerie said. "Calm down or you'll agitate the Pokemon even further. Remember, one deep breath. Hold it. Now let it out."

Aria did as instructed, until Valerie's hand left her shoulder. "Thanks. You're a little too good with spooky places."

Shrugging, Valerie kept going. "I think you're a little too good with water, so we're even."

"Val, we work in a port town. You have to be good with-" Aria was cut off by a shush from Valerie. "What?"

"Listen," Valerie whispered. It took a second, but the sound was increasing in volume. It started as a hum, growing to include pneumatic wooshes and the slams of a hydraulic press.

"It's-" Aria whispered.

Valerie nodded. "What we came here for."

The flashlights of both women turned to the location of the sound as they made their way over. Aria glanced up, expecting to see a bat Pokemon trying to get away from the noise. It was getting louder as they got closer, the smacking of metal and the hissing of process with no material a deterrent against any sensitive Pokemon.

"This has got to be it!" Aria yelled as she covered her ears with her hands.

"Do you see a power switch somewhere?" Valerie yelled as she plugged her ears with her fingers.

"A power what?!"

"Switch!"

"Yeah, let me get it!" Aria stepped carefully over the cables running over the ground, knocking a large button with her elbow. Nothing stopped. "Wait, how is this still running?!"

"Are you sure that's the power switch?" Valerie yelled.

"It says 'Emergency Stop', that's close enough for me!" Aria looked around more. "Val, over there!" The ranger removed her hand to point.

Where she pointed was a bright blue glow, brighter than a will-o'-wisp. "I'll get it! Keep pushing the button!"

"-Hey!" Valerie didn't hear the rest of Aria's complaints over the machine, she bolted to the glow.

As the redhead got closer, the form of the ghost was easier to see. It had two, bright, spindly legs that looked like electricity that wrapped around the press and the conveyor belt. Centered in the glowing orb was a pair of smaller, orange orbs. This has to be the ghost.

Valerie undocked her styler. "Ghost identified. Capture on!" She whipped the device, setting loose the disc it held. Valerie thought that this was an easy capture. The ghost was looking down the line where Aria was abusing the emergency shut off switch with her elbow. Suddenly, the ghost Pokemon let out a SHRIEK!

Valerie jumped, sending her styler clattering to the floor. The line to it broke, causing the disc to retract and send the device farther away from her grasp. Valerie's heart was pounding in her ears as she made a realization. This ghost was now focused solely on her.

The Pokemon swung one of its arms, sending a clamorous Thunder that drowned out the machine right at the ranger. Valerie rolled out of the way, grabbing her styler. Another Thunder was thrown at her, which she rolled away from again. This Pokemon was fast! If she didn't capture it soon, Valerie knew she was toast. Already, she can feel her hair rise up from her skin as the Pokemon readied its next attack.

Valerie shot out the disc, moving her styler quickly. One, two, three loops- she was getting close to capture, she was sure!

Then it vanished.

"Val!" Aria had finally caught up to the other ranger. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." Valerie's heart was pounding in her ears. "The ghost vanished."

"The ghost-" Aria sounded like she choked on the words. "It vanished?!"

"Yeah. I got a couple of loops when it did," Valerie said, staring out to where her capture disc was still spinning. "I don't- hey!"

The redhead squirmed as her taller companion lifted her off of her feet. "Nope, we are not doing this! We are aborting, pausing, whatevering this mission until we come back with something like a tyranitar," Aria stated firmly as she avoided dropping Valerie on a cable. "You were almost cooked well done."

"I almost had a job well done!"

"It doesn't matter when you almost died!"

Valerie made a growl noise as she retracted the disc to her styler. The disc moved more wobbly than usual, but snapped back into place just fine. Then from the disc, a blue spark erupted. Aria screamed, tripping over one of the larger cables. She screamed more when Valerie fell on top of her.

The ghost Pokemon just hovered over them, it was hard to tell by the staticky noise if it was laughing. Valerie scrambled to get her styler ready for another round when the ghost started to move. It was zipping around as fast as the styler could move!

Aria was frozen in place, trapped by her fear and watching as the ranger on top of her fruitlessly attempted to capture the Pokemon. But she noticed something. She reached up to grab Valerie's right hand.

"Aria!" Val tried to rip her hand free.

"No, Val, stop. Get off me." Aria groaned as Valerie rolled off. She sat up, watching the ghost still moving around them. "Do you see that?"

"It's too fast," Valerie said.

"But it's moving in circles. I think... It might like your styler."

#jaksrpbox #Through the Wormhole #Valerie always having a scardycat blonde ranger when exploring spooky places?#Yes #blood tw #It's been a long time but I'm still taking these

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lsdunesarchive · 8 months

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L.S. Dunes at the 100.3 The X Rocks Acoustic X Session (Boise, ID) | Part 2 | July 31, 2023

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Host: L.S. Dunes live in Studio 1X, thank you very much for coming in and performing acoustically, that was absolutely awesome. Grey Veins, of course, that particular song, I would love to give you a chance to sound off on some of the video drama that is surrounding that particular song, I know that it's taken some heat over the last couple of days, and... Lego’s just being dicks, is that what it comes down to, essentially?

Frank: Oh, you can say "dicks"?

Travis: You can say that?

Anthony: You can say "dicks"?

Travis: That's a bad word for a penis!

Host: Yeah, sometimes, but if you are talking about somebody's personality, it makes it okay, you see?

Frank: Yeah, okay.

Anthony: There's some, like, low level, like, lawyers over at Lego that are just like, they're bored. They're like, "Oh, we found this thing...", and we didn't even use Legos in the actual video, they're, like, fake Legos, but I guess, because they look enough like Legos, and there's enough there that they're trying to mess with us.

Host: Are we holding out hope that everything gets cleared at some point or is there, like, there's no way you got to start from scratch?

Travis: No, no.

Frank: No.

Anthony: There's no hope. When you're fighting a corporate beast like that, triple-headed...

Frank: Very deep pockets. They'll, kind of, litigate 'til you're, you know, out of open money. I mean, it's one of those things where, yes, they, you know, there's a copyright there, but we used an offmarket brand. We thought we'd be safe enough to do something like that. Also, with changing the faces around, and making sure that it was kind of, like, you know, a little bit more custom. I guess the silhouette is not custom enough, so they decided they want us to take the video down off of YouTube, and stuff like that. However, if I were a fan of the band, and not in the band, and not being, you know, litigated, I would probably take that video and post it everywhere, you know, anywhere I could possibly put it.

Anthony: Everywhere.

Frank: And I think that the label would provide that to me if I asked them.

Host: Alright! Well, listen, that's all hypothetical, of course.

Frank: Yeah, hypothetical, that's what I'd do.

Host: Yeah, that's what makes sense. But I do appreciate, you know, sometimes it's difficult when you have this vision and somebody's telling you that you can't let people see it, definitely.

Frank: Well, especially when it's like a creative tool that's been given to you as a child, right...

Anthony: Do you know how many Legos I've eaten? So many...

Host: You can find that song on Past Lives, the album that came out tail end of last year. I'm a bit of a music dork about this kind of stuff, but I noticed that you had Will produce this particular album. You guys have some individual experience producing? Was there a reason why you wanted to go that route with somebody outside the band? Was it just your connection with him, Anthony, or was it something else?

Anthony: It wasn't just a singular thing. I think everybody has had interactions with Will that, you know, sort of, have shine light on what he's, what his, you know, why he's so good at what he's doing. So, you know, I came into the situation with him as my guy, and I think everybody sort of felt it out, and it just made the most sense to to have him working on it. What he does is so incredible, and he can be, you know, a member of the band if you need him to be, he can just sit back and let you do your thing, and everything he does sounds next level, and nobody works harder on a record besides the band... Like, I've never met a producer that works so hard, morning, noon and night, and will stop everything in their life to make sure that, you know, if you needed... I've literally driven...

Frank: We're still negotiating the price on the next record.

Anthony: I've literally driven to the studio to change, like, two words at, like, 9:30 at night, like, "I don't like this one thing, I want to change it". He's like, "Okay".

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Candle in the Dark

Jastes Verdan | Civitrecce | Present Night

Civitrecce soars and dives across its coastline in equal measure.

The sea laps at its edges, docks and platforms straying onto the sands and spidering across the water, carefully maintained by a wide array of maintenance droids.

To one of the many spaceships flying over the glass and steel metropolis, it is a glittering mass of lights visible even from beyond the atmosphere as they decelerate for landing in its port.

To passing boats, the city shines as a beacon in the dark, its automated lighthouses welcoming their much-needed goods and money to spend on its vast collection of businesses.

It was nearly destroyed not long ago.

Monster attacks, natural disasters, technological failures. Each swept through the city in its turn, leaving its mark on its buildings and trolls. For a time, the QPIN corporation offered desperately needed aid - aid the Fleet offered only minimally - to get its hooks deeper into the city.

One of Civitrecce’s main exports is its high quality helmstrolls and the technicians who maintain them.

It is one of the engines that powers the empire’s ever-expanding galactic conquest.

Some asked, in light of this, why the fleet did not assist its people more in the wake of all it suffered.

The reasons were many. The politics were complex.

Fundamentally: there are always more lowbloods.

—

The Civitrecce Resistance - most of them, at least - gathered on old chairs and beanbags around an equally old television, with one or two also hanging off the back of the fairly beaten-up couch.

The assembled trolls - a few dozen, all ages and castes from maroon to olive - were only half-watching the show.

The real entertainment was the man who laid on the couch, one arm hanging off its side as he stared intently at the cooking competition occurring onscreen.

Jastes’s eye twitched as a chef used completely the wrong spice for a dish, and he covered his face with a hand as the woman continued to then mangle her poor zucchinis into oblivion.

“Oooh, that’s not good!” Called Abbeth, a six sweep old yellowblood boy with a missing eye and ear. “He’s starting to lose hope!”

“Ten caegers it’s the next one who makes him fall off the couch.” Chipped in an eight sweep old brownblood girl, Edri.

“Shit, that’s just one hand - wait til he has both on his face, then I’ll start betting.” This time it was Xineck, the ten sweep old maroon’s voice dry and pointed.

The resistance leader didn’t mind his group’s chatter; this had been a weekly activity for the past half-sweep or so, and while he’d been surprised by its popularity, he didn’t have anything against their spectating. Or…betting, which he found a little more bizarre, but it seemed to be fun for them.

Wait, what was the next chef doing?

No. He couldn’t stand this. That was not how you prepared eggplant in any culture. No.

He put another hand to his face and sighed softly. A flurry of arguing and bets broke out among several of the resistance.

He did keep watching through his fingers, just to see if there was anything of value to be found in the next contestant. He didn’t quite believe that was possible.

Well, they weren’t doing anything blatantly wrong at least, no crimes against cookware or ingredients. But he didn’t shift his hands.

The others debated in whispers if he would crack soon or not, and the ones who had held out were the smart money, because when the yellowblood saw someone burn a perfectly good bunch of green beans he finally let himself roll off the couch into the floor and closed his eyes, facedown on the cool old tile.

He groaned softly for a moment as the others made each other make good on bets or exclaimed at the antics of the amateur chefs themselves, and then pushed himself up and turned the TV off with its scuffed remote, which usually had a few buttons stuck.

“That’s it for tonight, everyone. Come back next week, if you dare.” Jastes said dryly, but with a hint of humor; where else would they be? As long as they were alive, they’d almost certainly come.

Most of them had almost nowhere else to go, unfortunately.

He got some looks for that. He shrugged apologetically; Xineck wasn’t wrong that he’d always been bad at being funny. Maybe if he kept trying he’d get it right some night.

“It’s meeting time now.” He added. “Do whatever you need to do, but be back in five minutes.”

Trolls walked off to use the restroom, grab a snack or drink, check their phones, but they were all dutifully gathered at the end of the break.

Jastes walked over to a large wooden chair - a rarity in the city - that some of the younger trolls had decorated with ribbons several weeks ago. He carefully made sure to not rip them when he sat down.

“We now know Chimer Latrai is serious about converting Starsight Industries from helm power to other sources of energy. I don’t have to tell you all how important that is.” Jastes said, tone solemnly earnest.

“She may not be the most influential of her caste, but she’s still fuchsia. If she succeeds, others will follow. The factory suffered a hack from its former owner while I was there - possibly because he was searching for me, I’m still looking into it - and I’m sure he won’t be the last.” Said Jastes, grim but determined.

“There are plenty of people who want to see her fail and will do worse. That’s where we come in. Questions?”

He could not have failed to notice the disapproving and worried looks of his group and sure enough, as soon as he paused, several hands shot up.

“Yes, Edri?” He asked the brownblood politely.

“I hate helming as much as the rest of us.” She said, hesitant. “But is this possible? Everyone knows it’s the strongest source of power the empire has. Some of us have our own ports.”

Jastes nodded; it was a fair question. The imperial education system naturally presented helm power as the best option available and ignored other sources. He only knew more than the average lowblood thanks to getting his hands on caste-locked materials normally restricted to trolls cerulean and higher.

“Helming has several advantages over other energy sources.” He said. “It also has several disadvantages. Even with newer, more streamlined columns, yellow helm-grade psiionics tend to last maybe fifty sweeps; sometimes longer, depending on the ship and its activity level, the type, all sorts of things…but the maintenance also gets heavier and more complex as time goes on and the troll’s body wears out.

It’s a diminishing return for all but the strongest helms, because the organic parts are necessary to produce psiionic power, but they require very specialized tech to sustain them. Solar-powered ships aren’t as fast, but they’re far more reliable in the long run, and they don’t need to be tailored for a psiionic’s individual powers.”

He could clearly see that some of the resistance looked a bit bored - especially the younger members - and he tried not to let his annoyance show. No, this wasn’t the most exciting stuff in the world, but ignorance of it was how the empire controlled them.

“So it’s possible, even if it won’t be easy.” He said firmly. “That’s why we’ll protect the place while it changes over.”

Shuffling and muttering spread throughout the group until Jastes quelled them all with a psiionic-green warning look. Silence fell instantly.

“Say your problems to my face.” He said calmly, but with the complete expectation of obedience.

“Why does a fuchsia need our help?” One troll complained. “She has more than enough guards. Everyone knows that thing works for her.”

Jastes rolled his eyes. “We don’t technically have proof, but yes, it’s likely the thing in the red coat is her jade guard, and the cerulean one is also quite dangerous. But that’s two trolls - or otherwise - and her ordinary security team, which isn’t that big. She keeps her staff small, so she can pay them properly.”

The yellowblood took a breath, then tried a different tack, a slight smile creeping across his narrow face.

“Of course, if you don’t want to sabotage every gang and corporation who wants to try something, I guess I understand…”

Protests broke out and Jastes laughed softly.

“That’s what I thought.” He said with amusement. “If anyone wants to read anything further, check the library registry. There’s audiobooks too, and models. If you want anything else, let me know. Any more questions?”

“What are we going to be doing?” Piped up Abbeth nervously.

Jastes managed to not wince. The young yellowblood always asked that. Jastes had had to shut him down every time he asked to go on a field mission. That missing ear and eye of his…

“More reconnaissance at first.” He answered. “We need to know the extent of her changes, her trade channels, how she’s dealing with fleet. Then we can figure out how to make sure the competition doesn’t try any sabotage by giving them their own problems to deal with. It’s been too long since we rescued helms.”

Everyone grinned.

“Where the hell will they be going?” Grunted Xineck. “Our last drop-off point got busted, or did you forget?”

“We have a new contact.” Said Jastes evenly. “They think we’re a gang, as usual.”

Much of the resistance nodded, though with unhappy expressions. That was how they hid in plain sight; pretending to be another of the city’s many gangs jostling for power, resources, and money - supposedly from selling stolen or rogue helms, in this case.

Unfortunately such business could also lead to turf wars, which were annoying, but he’d rather deal with those than imperial attention. It would have looked strange if they didn’t pick fights or do deals like the others.

It suited the empire to have its criminals at each others’ throats, rather than theirs.

“Oh boy, more people who think we’re huge assholes.” Groaned the maroon. A few trolls muttered in agreement.

Jastes sighed.

“Pretending we’re trying to make a profit is an easy way to keep the empire off our scent. Do I have to remind everyone what happened when Coloth nearly found us?”

The entire resistance shuffled uncomfortably.

Their leader’s expression turned both grim and sympathetic.

“I know it’s not fun.” He said more softly. “I don’t like how they look at us either. But we need the money to keep our own aid funded. How many of you had to be treated for something when you came? How many of your quadrants and friends?”

Several trolls looked away uncomfortably. One of the services the resistance offered was better medical and biotech care than any lowblood could usually afford otherwise. Port rot, implant issues, injuries or illnesses their stipend couldn’t handle the expenses for…with the dangerous jobs several of them had, nearly all of them had needed the help at least once.

Jastes still hated it, and he didn’t blame his people for hating it either. The look of betrayal in the helms’ eyes as they realized they were being sold again, even if it was to freedom…it wrenched at him.

But if they were exposed - a risk even from someone they were helping - they were worse than dead.

He clapped his hands, trying to clear the gloomy atmosphere.

“Why don’t we make dinner? Who wants to help prep?”

Several hands shot up, especially from the younger trolls.

Jastes chuckled and picked a few - including Abbeth - and let them chatter and bustle around him as he walked to the kitchen, glad he could at least offer a bit of time away from their worries.

Now he just had to make one more very important decision: what to cook.

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You’re Safe | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Pairing: Kiyoomi X Reader (female)

Genre: MAFIA!AU, dad and husbando tehe, fluffy, action? thriller??

Author’s Note: mafia 🤝 protective 🤝 domestic father figure 🤝 SAKUSA

Warnings: k*lling, blood, vivid imagery, LONG, language

gif from @rivaillerose 🖤

“Y/N,” a husky voice spoke your name, pulling you from your much needed rest as life of being a new mother had been challenging though so far, it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle

“Y/N, darling.”

You groaned in your sleep, not wanting to wake, to leave the warmth that you were so comfortable laying in

The edge of the bed shifted as a weight sat down beside you, making your body move toward the person

You brought yourself to open your eyes as heavy as they were, your vision clearing to find your husband sat beside you, his mask pulled down to his chin

The room was gloomy and gray though the curtains were open, not a bit of sunlight shining through as he looked down to you with gentle eyes

Despite his softer side with you, he was still the head of the clan - and his appearance matched him as well

He donned a black wool overcoat with the same colored turtleneck and mask

“What is it, Omi?” You asked sleepily as he cupped your cheek with his black gloved hand

His black gloves were always an accessory he had on him, whether he was wearing them or not

He had a thing with germs but he also saw no need to get his hands dirty when his men were always there to do the job for him

You nuzzled your face into his touch, very tempted to fall asleep holding him close but as your mind woke up more and more, you remembered what today was

What he had to do, where he had to go

“I’m leaving soon.. I’ll be back in a few days..” he whispered as he moved a strand of your hair from your face

You wanted to pretend you didn’t hear these words, that he never told you he had to leave or when he did

A part of you wished he left without telling you but an even greater part was so grateful that he woke you

“Do you really have to go again?” You squeezed his gloved hand as you sat yourself up straighter

“You know how my father is... He wants to make sure things are... under control.. I promise I’ll be back in two days.”

The way he spoke, the words fell so effortlessly from those lips, his voice low and cutting through the space yet he spoke at a volume as if he was telling you a great secret

“You said that last time and he kept you with him for a couple weeks...” you thought back to that time

You were seven months pregnant, almost eight, at the time and it was like he fell off the face of the earth

You couldn’t go anywhere or do anything but reside in the manor and you couldn’t even talk to him

You were alone again

“Don’t go...”

the nights in bed alone, the cramps, emotional rollercoasters, motion sickness, nausea

You at least wished he could have called you

The nightmares you had, the worst case scenarios playing in your head until you woke up with tears streaming down your face, only for you to cry yourself silently back to sleep as fear pooled and plagued you from within

He could see the sadness in your eyes and he could remember vividly the mental torture he was put under

No communication to you and all he could at most to see you was through the hidden cameras all connected to his phone

Even checking in on you had to be done in secret, all to make sure that he was strong enough to continue on the family business even if he had to lose you or be away for unpredictable amounts of time

It was unbearable then and it was still unbearable now

He never asked to grow up into the business of the underworld, let alone take it over from his father at the prime age of 20 four years ago

He never wanted your life to be taken away when you two had already been together when he was recruited

“I’m sorry, darling, but you know I have to,” he sighed. “You know how my father is.” He cupped your cheek and kissed your temple then lips before he stood

“Am I going to lose you?” Your voice broke the silence, breaking through the white sound of the downpour outside

But you had stopped your question early

“Am I going to lose you today? Tomorrow? One day?”

He stood frozen in his place before he could reach for the knob

“No, Y/N. You won’t.” His eyes paused for a bit on you as he thought about his response, the fatigue of being a mother was already showing. “I’ll be able to call you this time and I’m the head now. The only title my father has to me now is father.”

“You won’t.” He stepped back over to you leaned down to kiss you again. “Not today at least…”

“I’ll call you at supper time, darling. Have a good day.”

You did your best to hold onto his hand as long as you could, to remember his touch, his voice, his scent, the way he looked before he walked out those doors

Because some days or nights, you never truly know if you would ever see him again

And it terrified you

The sound of the rain only seemed to get more intense now that he was gone and you were here

But now your day was beginning now that you were awake

You slipped out of the king sized bed, leaving the warmth you had slept in as the soft carpet at your feet, your toes sinking into the fibers

Brushing your teeth, showering in the grand bathroom of the manor, it was a life you surely never expected but here you were

Kiyoomi’s father and his entire family had built their name from nothing to the global known corporation that it was today

You dried your body off, finding what to wear today through the walk in closet and once that was found, it was breakfast

“Good morning, madam, shall I bring you your breakfast to the master suite?” Your right hand maid had greeted you as you stepped out as she carried the laundry with her

“Oh, thank you, Olivia, but I’ll head down to the kitchen after waking D/N,” you smiled to the older maid that had worked for the Sakusa family for decades

All the staff that worked and lived in the estates on the property outside of the manor were trained security, men and women, whose jobs were to protect the main family, to serve them, and to keep others who would pose a threat away and out, even if it meant killing them

But you always tried not to think or wonder about how many people these staff have killed or beat up or anything whenever you interacted with them, especially when they greeted you with a smile

They were there to protect you and to make sure that nothing and no would would ever harm your life

You stepped into the nursery, the wide room decorated with warm lights and stuffed animals, some more than twice the size of your daughter

“Hi,” you smiled so brightly seeing your baby’s eyes already open, looking up to you as she sat in her crib, holding onto her blankie. “Good morning precious,” you lowered the front gate of the crib so you could kneel down to her level

Sakusa sat in the limousine as he watched the scene of you and your daughter in the nursery, wishing he could just turn the car around and to stay home

Things were in balance, he knew this already but his father’s orders were orders he still had to respect

He clicked off his phone, tucking the device into his pocket as he was to be in the car for quite a bit of time before he would get to his father’s

The biggest smile spread on her face as she laughed seeing you, her bubbliness seeming to make all the gloominess disappear

“Let’s get you changed~” you chimed as you lifted the baby girl into your arms, getting a whiff of her heavy diaper and finding an outfit for her day

“Olivia?” You called into the custom intercom by the nursery’s closet, though there was practically one in every room

“Yes, madam?”

“Sorry for troubling you, but could you actually bring breakfast for D/N and I up to the upstairs loft? You could even send it up the dumbwaiter and that’s fine too.”

“Of course, would you like the usual?”

“Yes please, thank you.”

You carried your little girl toward the upstairs loft, one of your favorite areas of the house since it was significantly smaller - well almost - than the living room downstairs

The loft didn’t extend all the way downstairs like how the ground floor’s living room ceiling extended to the second floor

More than ten thousand square feet of property, more rooms in the manor than you knew what to do with them

Four guest bedrooms with full bathrooms, a grand study and two story “little” library, two main bedrooms in addition to the master bedroom and a nursery

So much space, all sorts of technologies, gadgets and gizmos of all sorts in the house

All the systems in the house was made by the Sakusa corporation to ensure security

This even included your and Kiyoomi’s custom made phones

There was also the basement- all sorts of fun activities to be done: a pool, pool table, living room area that opened up to the backyard with the bar and barbecue, the fire pit

and finally, there was the cellar that was the only place Kiyoomi had requested that you never go - and you never did

You knew that look in his eye, that tone of voice and you knew he had requested this for your best

And most importantly, there were three safe rooms, all three upstairs with hidden entryways to protect you, official guests, and anyone in the family

Before you knew it, Olivia had made her way upstairs with the breakfast as you played with your daughter in the loft, bouncing her on your lap sat on the wide couch

The loft was brightly lit and open, toys of all types for your daughter to play with as the TV played the morning kids show

As filled as the house was with the special staff and things to do, it still felt so lonely and empty as you sat there

You had tried to chat and converse with them but they never loosened up, always keeping all the formalities but it was never any use

The storm outside seemed to be getting worse as your eyes gazed to the horizon, spotting the trees at the edge of the estate where all their branches had been swaying in the wind, the paler, underside of their leaves revealed

Thunder began to rumble in the distance with the occasional flash of lightning but both unbothered your daughter and you as the two of you remained in the loft

You watched as she rolled about on a blanket, playing with her stuffed animals and the other interactive toys that played music to keep her entertained while you watched the TV, finding nothing remotely as entertaining to watch

But just before you could change the channel to yet another disappointing channel, your attention was pulled to your phone vibrating beside you, your eyes lighting up as you saw the caller ID

“You seem so bored,” Kiyoomi’s deep voice sounded through the phone but he spoke the truth

You were tired and bored but you didn’t want to sleep - it would only make you unable to sleep later tonight anyways

“I am,” you sighed as you muted the TV. “How far out have you gone?”

“Actually, not too far. Only about half an hour since there was a major accident on the highway so we had to take a detour. But traffic is terrible so we were stuck for quite a bit before we could actually exit,” Sakusa almost groaned thinking about the terrible accident

How he was stuck in a single place for practically twenty minutes

“Wow, do you know what happened?”

“Well there was a…” his voice drowned out in your ears as you could hear something that didn’t sound like rain or thunder - they were too distinctly different

Loud bangs echoed in the distance, bringing your attention elsewhere though all you could look was outside the wall window to the dark skies

But you couldn’t see anything except the normal background of the property but it was just silent again with the white noise of rain washing down the glass, followed by thunder and a flash of lightning as the storm brewed closer and closer

“I’m sorry what? I missed what you said... I think I heard… something weird..” you spoke as you looked outside the windows that looked to the back of the property

You could hear echoes of movement downstairs, the bustling business of the special staff in the house but it sounded standard... or so you thought

“What did you hear?”

“..I don’t know.. maybe it was the storm and I’m just distracted...” you smiled into the phone as you spoke while your daughter happily crawled to you, laying her head on your legs, her puffy cheeks round as ever

“Well, you two were my only source of entertainment so far this trip,” the corner of his lips curled as he picked off small specks off his suit

“That makes one… of us-“ your thought died out in a matter of seconds

You heard louder, clearer bangs while the staff that had been stationed with you just outside the loft talked over their ear coms to another elsewhere

Before you could continue your sentence or call, the bangs only got louder and your body reacted faster than you could say or think

Clear gunshots began firing at the front entrance, echoing off the high walls and ceilings of the manor while the staff worked on securing the doors and all other entrances and possible ones

“Y/N?” Sakusa could only hear the subtle commotion happening but it was clear you weren’t on the phone. “Shit shit shit..” he stayed on the line as he changed to the security cameras he had access to he used to watch you and your guys’ daughter

Looking through the camera surveillance, he caught a glimpse of you disappearing with your phone in hand while your arms carried your daughter as you disappeared toward the bedroom

“Turn back now,” Kiyoomi howled as his driver did just that, not wasting a single second

You ran into the master suite’s walk in closet that led to the entryway of one of the safe rooms, your baby girl in your arms as she held on to you her whines already beginning before they would turn into cries

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, mama’s gonna protect you,” you smiled, whispering, your voice already shaky, lips trembling as you pressed a little kiss to the top of her head. “Even if it costs my life, precious.”

You moved, leaving the master suite and stayed low as you walked across the “bridge” that connected the loft to the other half of the house

Peeking down, you could hear groans of agony, puddles and splashes of of blood on the floor and walls, empty bullet shells on the ground, shards of glass and broken windows

“Search the house, find that bitch,” a deep voice yelled through the manor as for the first time since the loud bangs happened, it sounded so still, like any normal rainy day

But this was far from normal

You crawled across the marble flooring toward the library

There wasn’t any safe room here but the safe rooms were sure to be where they would look, whoever they were

They were able to get through the security, it seemed like the staff was dead

You silently stood as they scoured the lower levels - you could hear them and all the destruction they were havocking

The cars outside the window blurred into mere colors that passed as the limousine sped through the roads back towards the manor

To save time, they went toward the back roads — it was just the slightest bit longer but time could be shaved down since there were no cars anywhere

“Step on it!” Sakusa commanded as his men readied themselves. “Call in Unit 0,” he demanded as he kept his eyes on the cameras, trying to find you yet he couldn’t see you in the master suite’s safe room

Unit 0 being one of the few very highly trained professional assassins and killers who were at the disposal of the Sakusa family whenever needed

He scoured through the cameras, not even caring about all the destruction being done, all he needed to see was where you and your daughter were

You carefully entered the library, shutting the door behind you as you walked over the wooden floors carefully

Every step made your palms sweaty but your heart stopped after hearing a loud creak in the old floors

The worst part was that there was no way to lock the doors

outside of the door, you couldn’t hear too much but you could still clearly hear the storm as a great big window stretched from the floor to ceiling so all the lighting in here was natural

There was something about the walls surrounding the library that made it sound proof in a sense

You constantly bounced your baby girl in your arms to keep her calm as you tried to get a look outside as you approached one of the corners toward the window

“Search upstairs,” one of the men demanded as a handful of men ran upstairs. “Find her.”

The scoured through all the rooms, flipping every room apart, destroying things, tearing the curtains off, flipping the beds, wrecking the nursery

You peeked out the window that faced the front of the manor yet all you could see were broken things and to your horror, more lifeless bodies of the manor’s staff

But before you could look out any longer, a large rock was launched at the window, breaking the glass, shattering it

Your baby girl let out a loud cry in fear, making your heart drop

“No, D/N, shhhh, please, it’ll be okay, we’ll be okay.” You quickly pulled open the latch to the library’s hidden passage where the door was one of the bookcases

As soon as you closed the bookcase, you heard the door to the library burst open

Several men, guns ready

You scanned your finger print for the room to be safely locked however it wouldn’t let you. All you could do to make sure the room was locked was to see your body to keep the door shut and still

They walked through the wide open doorway to the library scanning the two open floors that was connected by two black steel staircases that wound their way up and down, connecting the two floors

“Shh, please,” you whimpered to your daughter as she cried into your chest as you stayed by the passage’s door so you could look out the peephole

They pulled books off the shelves, throwing them from the second level to the first, knocking the paintings off the walls, ripping them by sliding their knives through the canvas’, kicking them, breaking the frames

The ground shook as you heard a a loud boom, making you jump in your spot, the ground rumbling and shaking below where you sat

It sounded like a bomb went off on the lower level but you assumed it was the cars in the garage since you could hear the repeating alarm sounding off

Your daughters cries began to start back up at the loud noise, as you did your best to shush her

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you whispered to her as you wiped her tears, keeping her face to your chest as you stroked your trembling hand down her back as tears trickled down your cheeks and dripped off your chin

The limousine slid on the gravel outside the manor as Sakusa’s men sprang to action from the vehicle

Kiyoomi stayed in his seat, continuously scouring through the cameras but you were yet to be found

He couldn’t find a single trace of you

His men, as well as unit 0, entered through the blown open entrance, broken shards of glass crunching beneath their steps as they surrounded the estate the best they could, splitting up to eliminate the intruders

“Where are you, Y/N?” His heart hammered in his chest as he desperately tried to find you yet nothing

But before he could look any further, his heart dropped seeing the red system failure message. Whoever these people were, they were impressive, but not fast enough

Kiyoomi now meant business now that he had no access to actually see if you were okay

He ran out of the limousine as gunshots could be heard all throughout the house as half his men made their way to the upper level while the other half wiped out the intruders on the lower level

He followed behind unit 0, making their way upstairs

He clung onto his gun tightly in his hand, finger ready on the trigger as he barged into the master suite, firing two bullets into the chest and head of a large man as he was pillaging the closets

All the precious jewelry he bought for you were now stained in the pool of the filthy blood of the man who had the audacity to enter the premises

His heart almost dropped seeing him in the closet in the first place but it didn’t seem like the man noticed the entrance to the safe room behind the clothes on the hangers

As he pushed the luxurious wardrobe aside opening the door and to his fear, you were nowhere to be seen

More gunshots sounded off, echoing through the halls, sounding off the walls

He couldn’t focus, his thoughts incoherent, unfinished sentences running in his head as he just ran, killing those in his way to find you

A gun war was going off throughout the library as Sakusa’s men fired at the intruders on both levels but they had great firepower too

Both sides hid behind the marble pillars, the different bookshelves and furniture in the room as the rain showered in

Your baby girl cried loudly, her shaken cries sounding off throughout the passage

“No, no, no, please, baby.” Your heart raced as you dared to look out the peephole, only for it to drop as you saw a man you didn’t recognize yell something to another man near him

The man he yelled to fired more shots while the other one approached the passage entrance, banging noises coming through the bookshelf

“She’s in here! Hold them off!” The man yelled

“No, no, no.” Tears welled in your eyes as you did your best to keep the door closed but there was no actual way to since this was just a simple passageway

Your daughter cried loudly in your arms while you gave it your all to keep the door closed

Amongst all the shots being fired, Kiyoomi heard the words the man yelled and then it clicked

He knew where you were

“No.” This one word repeated in his head as he pushed through the front, racing past the bullets being shot towards him as he ran on pure adrenaline

“Boss, no!” His men yelled but this only got the intruders to focus on him, giving them the opening to shoot them all

Kiyoomi shot the man closer to him in the legs before letting his body move on pure killer instinct as he grabbed the man who had fallen to his knees by his jaw, snapping his neck

The other man changed his focus to Kiyoomi as he stood to his feet while the other struggled to pull his gun from his holster

Kiyoomi towered over him as his body moved on his own

He kicked the man to the wall, pressing the barrel of his gun to the man’s chin, pulling the trigger without a second thought

You squeeze your eyes shut, facing the other way from the door, bracing yourself

“I love you. Mama loves you, baby,” you whispered as you cried, a loud rumbling filling your ears as you felt the door being forced open

This was it

You were going to die

Your daughter was doing to die

you let out a blood curtling scream feeling the hands of whoever grab onto you, pulling you, kicking your legs to try to fight

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Kiyoomi’s familiar voice sounded louder and louder over the rumbling you heard in your ears from clenching and bracing your body and your daughter’s

“It’s me, It’s just me!” He soothed you as he turned you

You couldn’t explain or even begin to describe the relief you felt wash through your body, your heart racing and slowing down at the same time as you broke down, your cries mixing with your daughter’s

“You’re safe, I’m here,” Kiyoomi pulled you into his arms, your body shaking terribly in his arms as you cried into his chest, all the fear you felt flooding your senses

“I know, I’m sorry this happened, but you’re okay. Everything will be okay,” he whispered as he pulled you into his lap, keeping the passage door somewhat closed

You were already put through enough today and he didn’t need you to see the second degree murder crime scene he had committed right outside

“I’m here, I’m here.” He reached up and pulled his mask off as he kissed the top of your head all over, wiping away your tears with his thumbs but you couldn’t stop crying

But that was entirely fine

“But Y/N,” he held your face in his bare hands, his normal gloves off as he stroked his thumb over your cold, damp cheeks

“Why didn’t you go into the safe rooms, darling?” His own voice was unsteady, his lips quivered, eyes teary. “I looked for you and I couldn’t find you and I thought I lost you..” His voice broke off as he gathered himself the best he could, taking deep breaths

Seeing Kiyoomi like this, it broke your heart even more

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what… I was just scared and- and-“ It hurt you so much

Everything about today did

But just this moment was Kiyoomi, it also touched you

He was such a stoic man, usually one to show a softer, affectionate side with you but this was the first time you saw him shed tears

A man who had taken so many lives was now showing his true emotions for the two lives he would give his own live for a hundred times over if it meant you and your daughter was okay

“I know, I know, but you’re safe,” he let out a deep, relieving breath as he hugged your head closer, your body shaking uncontrollably in his arms

“And hey, shhh, it’s okay baby. Papa’s here.” He stroked your daughter’s head as she sort of calmed down as the two of you sat together, doing your best as parents to shoo away her sadness while his men did their best to first and foremost clear the bodies and blood

You absolutely did not need to see that after today

“You two are both safe.” He breathed as he pulled you two impossibly closer, letting the shakiness of his own heart disperse

“You’re safe…”

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