#MAKE. CREATE. BRING LIFE TO SOMETHING. GIVE YOUR VISION FORM. DO IT FUCKER

[piss-stained-jorts]

"i wanna see something other than the same edgy horror stuff when a beloved character becomes public domai-"

FUCKING MAKE IT, THEN.

the literal only difference between you and those horror directors who took mickey and winnie the pooh and made them into the horror you hate so much is that they made something and you didn't.

MAKE the romcom. MAKE the deep and existential meta horror you want to see. MAKE something cozy and child friendly. MAKE MAKE MAKE MAKE MAKE

don't just sit there and bemoan the things you don't want to see! MAKE THE THINGS YOU DO WANT TO SEE. BECAUSE NOW WE CAN MAKE ANYTHING. THAT'S THE FUCKING POINT!

YOU DON'T NEED PERMISSION. YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SOMETHING FIRST. JUST MAKE WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE.

YOU CAN'T STOP AN ARTIST FROM TAKING A CHILD FRIENDLY THING AND MAKING IT INTO HORROR. THE LITERAL ONLY PERSON YOU CAN STOP, AND ARE STOPPING, IS YOURSELF.

DON'T FUCKING WAIT FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO MAKE IT FOR YOU. PICK UP A DAMNED PENCIL/KEYBOARD/WHATEVER AND MAKE THAT THING YOU WANT TO SEE, GOD DAMMIT!!!

#mickey mouse #public domain #i don't care if you have to make it outta stick figures bitch! MAKE IT #MAKE IT AND DON'T APOLOGIZE #MAKE IT AND LOVE IT AND LOOK BACK LATER AND HATE IT BECAUSE AT LEAST THERE'S SOMETHING THERE TO HATE #MAKE. CREATE. BRING LIFE TO SOMETHING. GIVE YOUR VISION FORM. DO IT FUCKER #YOU WANT OTHER SHIT? MAKE OTHER SHIT AND DON'T LET THAT HORRID VOICE OF DOUBT STOP YOU

[storiesforallfandoms]

how they react when you walk in covered in blood and carrying a gun ~ mcu

request?: no

warnings: swearing, mentions of guns and violence

masterlist (one, two)

*only using the og six plus bucky, wanda and loki because there’s way too many marvel characters rn; also based off of a tiktok by anniedvorak!*

BRUCE BANNER/HULK:

The last person you expected to see when you entered Thor’s room on Sakaar with the intentions of saving him was your boyfriend, Bruce. He had been lost for so long, you had let your heart let go of him. But there he was, stood with a cloth wrapped around his waist after having turned back from the Hulk.

You were tempted to walk back out. This wasn’t exactly how you wanted Bruce to see you - an alien gun in hand and blood splattered over your face and clothes. But it was too late, he was already looking at you with wide eyes.

“(Y/N),” he said, turning to approach you but stopping halfway. You weren’t sure if he had stopped because of the blood or because he was still technically naked. “What are you...what did you...?”

“I’m trying to save Thor,” you responded. “Listen, we don’t have much time. I can explain everything once all of us are off of this planet. Put some pants on, we’re getting out of here.”

~~~~~~

BUCKY BARNES/THE WINTER SOLDIER:

You walked in after a surprise run in with the Flag Smashers. Bucky already looked about ready to kill someone, but when you walked through the door of Zemo’s apartment, blood covering your face and your gun clutched tightly in your hand, his face turned red with anger.

“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked.

“Flag Smashers,” you breathed in response.

“I’m gonna fucking kill them,” Bucky hissed, abandoning his drink on the counter and making his way to the door.

You put a hand up to stop him. “I think that ship has sailed. This isn’t all my blood.”

Bucky cupped your face in his hands, his face softening as he looked at you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “I just need a shower, and maybe a visit to a hospital or something. They hit me pretty hard, I think I have some bruised ribs or something.”

He kissed your forehead and took your gun from your still shaking hands. Once it was safely put aside, he brought you into the bathroom to help you bathe and to start dressing your wounds.

~~~~~~

CLINT BARTON/HAWEYE:

You were extremely lucky that Clint worked with someone like Natasha regularly, or else he would’ve been much more concerned when you arrived home from work covered in blood and still carrying you gun. He barley looked up from the TV as you walked through the door, immediately racing for your bedroom so you could shower and change.

“Hard day at work?” he called as you passed by.

“That last target they sent me after put up a hell of a fight,” you responded. “By the time I finally got him, I realized how late it was and rushed home immediately. I’m glad S.H.I.E.L.D issues those SUVs with the tinted windows or else I definitely would’ve been pulled over for suspicious activity.”

Clint chuckled and rose from his seat. He walked into your shared bedroom as you were pulling off you bloodstained clothes and throwing them into a pile to be tossed out eventually. His eyes raked over your body as you looked up at him.

“Red looks good on you,” he said, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips.

“That’s gross,” you teased. “You’re gross. Just for that, you can’t shower with me.”

He groaned as you walked into the bathroom and locked the door before he could follow you in. 

~~~~~~

LOKI:

The sly smirk on Loki’s face was enough to almost rid you of the annoyance you felt after what you just had to do. Almost.

You walked up to the panel that controlled his glass cage. You could’ve easily figured out how to deal with it, but instead you shot the control panel. Sparks flew from it before Loki’s prison sprung open.

“Seems like a bit of overkill,” he commented.

“Shut it,” you hissed. “You told me it was going to be easy to break you out. You failed to mention the entire team of guards that were watching this room, and, oh yeah, the team of super humans that were assembled to face you?!”

Loki walked free of his cage, taking a dramatic deep breath before smiling to himself. “Well, doesn’t seem like you had an issue with them, as I knew you wouldn’t.”

He approached you, arms out as if he were going to hug you and try to kiss you. You poked his stomach with the barrel of your gun, glaring up at him.

“Come one step closer and we see how much damage a mortal weapon can do to a God.”

Loki put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you a fair distance away to heed your warning. “I’m sorry for not giving you a proper warning. Thank you for freeing me, I do appreciate it.”

You allowed yourself to relax against his touch and smiled a little. “You’re welcome.”

“Now, let’s get out of here, shall we?”

“You’re doing all the work this time.”

~~~~~~

NATASHA ROMANOFF/BLACK WIDOW:

It probably wasn’t a good idea, but you didn’t know where else to go. Natasha had always warned you about the Red Room, and you were so stupid to not listen to her.

Now you were stood on her doorstep, covered in blood that wasn’t yours, your gun dangling from your hand as you wished to drop it but also too scared to let it go. It was what Natasha looked at first when she opened the door - the gun, then to your blood covered face.

“Put the gun down,” she said, her voice calmer than you expected.

You gratefully allowed her to take it from your hand as you felt tears starting to well in your eyes. She pulled you in for a hug, where you started to sob on her shoulder. She took a quick look around to make sure you weren’t followed before bringing you into her house.

“Go get cleaned up,” she told you. “We’ll figure out your next step together.”

~~~~~~

STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA:

You showed up to Sam’s shortly after Steve had brought Natasha. You could barley keep yourself up, the fight had taken everything out of you. You were sure Sam was going to turn you away - you were a stranger showing up on his doorstep covered in blood with a gun in your hand. You were pleasantly shocked when he stepped aside and told you where to find Steve.

Poor Steve. He was already trying to help Natasha, who had been in the same situation as you just with a lot less blood. She was resting when you walked in, dazed and just wanting to also rest.

He was up in seconds, reaching out to wrap you in his arms despite the blood covering you.

“The Winter Soldier is one mean fucker,” you breathed, resting your head against Steve’s chest. “I think he finally got wore out and ran off. Unfortunately, I was wore out about an hour before he was, but I kept going.”

“You should’ve given up long ago, honey,” he said.

“I’m not a pussy,” you said with a slight laugh. “Although I am starting to succumb to the pain.”

He picked you up into his arms and carried you to the bathroom where he helped you to rinse the blood off of your body so you could finally rest.

~~~~~~

THOR:

It was a side of you that Thor had never seen before. He had lost you during the battle in Sokovia and was expecting the worst when he couldn’t get you over the coms. When you showed back up to jet, blood covering your tired looking face, he was overjoyed to see you were alright, but also a little shocked by your appearance.

“Those fuckers really thought they had me,” you said, a half laugh bubbling on your lips. “They were a little shocked when I got the upper hand on them. Even more shocked when I shot them dead.”

“I was worried for you, (Y/N),” Thor said, cupping your face in his hands as he approached you. “I truly thought they had taken you from me.”

You smirked up at him. “You really have no faith in me at all them, do you? Or you just underestimate me. I’m a little offended on both accounts, though.”

Thor smiled back at you. “Of course, I would never doubt you. Just a bit of fear is all.”

“When you two are done being gross,” came Tony’s voice from inside the jet, “we’d like to get back to the tower. I think (Y/N) needs a shower and a fresh change of clothes more than anything.”

~~~~~~

TONY STARK/IRON MAN:

“Miss (Y/L/N) incoming Mr. Stark.”

“Tell her to come back at another time, J.A.R.V.I.S, I’m busy right now.”

“I don’t think it can wait, sir.”

Tony looked up to see you walking through the door to his lab, your body trembling as you clutched the gun tightly in your hand. There was a splatter of blood over your shirt and some on your face. You looked up at him, looking like a helpless child.

He quickly walked over to you, his hand automatically reaching for the gun. You gladly let him take it, feeling like a weight had been lifted the moment the weapon was out of your hands.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I-I was attacked at-at home,” you stuttered. “I don’t know how they got in, I don’t know who they were. I walked into my house and was blindsided by these two men trying to attack me. I got the gun out of the hands of one of them and I...I...”

Your hands moved to mimic the action of shooting your attackers, but you couldn’t actually bring yourself to say you had done it. You didn’t want to admit to having shot anyone, even if it was in self defense.

Tony placed the gun aside and took you into his arms. You stopped fighting against the lump that had formed in your throat and began to sob into his chest. He ran a hand through your hair, calming you down.

“It’s okay,” he said, soothingly. “It’s alright. I got you now. I won’t let anyone else try to hurt you.”

~~~~~~

WANDA MAXIMOFF/SCARLETT WITCH:

You didn’t think of Tommy and Billy. You didn’t think about the perfect neighborhood Wanda had created. You didn’t even think about Vision, or the version of Vision she had created. Your only thoughts were getting to Wanda before Hayward and his people could.

She was horrified when she opened the door. Of course she was; you were stood at her doorstep, a ghost from the life she wanted to forget, holding a gun with blood splattered on your face.

“You have to get out of here,” you said before she could speak. “You have to break down that boarder and you need to get out of here now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice still in its sitcom mode. “Please leave before I call the police.”

You grabbed hold of her shoulders before she could walk away, startling her.

“Wanda, you have to listen to me. You know what’s happening here because you are controlling it all. I know that, everyone outside the Hex knows that. Including the S.W.O.R.D director Hayward, who is trying to break through your barrier right now to kill you. I know you don’t want to lose this perfect life you’ve made, but your are in real danger. You need to get out of here.”

It seemed like she was understanding. A hurt look passed over her face as she turned to look into the house where her perfect family was likely residing. She took a deep breath and turned back to you.

“Let’s go.”

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #bruce banner #bucky barnes #clint barton #loki odinson #loki #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #thor odinson #thor #tony stark #wanda maximoff #imagine #preference #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[yandere-daydreams]

Another Yandere!Dabi/Reader piece for the lovely @goretillery​, this one a little more action-packed than the last. I’ve been in such a mood for fight scenes, lately, so it was nice to experiment with a little violence and quirk I haven’t gotten a chance to use before~

Word Count: 1.6k

TW: Graphic Violence, Fire/Burning, Themes of Imprisonment and Unhealthy Mindsets.

It was like you’d been breathing underwater, for the past year.

The change was tangible, as soon as the collar was off. Getting out of Dabi’s apartment during the League’s attack had been child’s play, but finding a Hero with a metal-manipulation quirk had been a miracle, especially so close to home. You weren’t proud of what’d you’d promised in order for her to get the damn thing off of you, but with an odd look and a snap, the quirk-canceling collar was a ball of crumpled foil at your feet and you could inhale without a puddle forming at the bottoms of your lungs. You could’ve sobbed as you felt the wind circling around you, brushing over your skin like a long-lost friend. You’d always been skilled with your quirk, manipulating wind and air pressure, even without a proper source of training. Your wings only--

Oh, god, your wings.

The fire around you didn’t matter, the buildings collapsing didn’t matter, not as you flexed the pair of snow-white, weightless wings sprouting from your back, the appendages following the movement of your arms as you stretched them out in front of you. Twelve months of immobilization had left them stiff, delicate bones cracking into place as you attempted anything close to a flapping-motion, but they were still strong, still reliable, still heavenly to have. You could’ve died now and died happy, right now, if only because you felt free again. Truly, genuinely free.

Of course, Dabi found a way to take away your moment. You weren’t sure what else you’d expected.

He always found a way to make you miserable.

You felt the heat before you saw him, your wings reacting off of instinct. You were in the air before you realized you’d moved, barely rising over the plume of blue frames that’d encapsulated where you’d just been standing. If he intended on pulling his punches, you couldn’t tell, hovering in the sky as the asphalt below you began to sizzle and crack, only cementing the fact that you could’ve easily been a pile of ash, if Dabi had his way. Still, the danger did little to dampen your spirits. You were shoeless and bruised and sore, sure, but you were flying.

You were flying, and you could breathe.

You wouldn’t let him take that away from you, again.

Your fall was short, concluded with a satisfying, knee-skinning thud. The pain was short-lived, dulled by adrenaline, but your time in captivity hadn’t left you in prime condition. Dabi wasn’t fairing much better, though. He was already panting, chest heaving as he took an offensive stance, his skin simmering and smoke rising from scarred patches, his signature jacket covered in a fresh layer of soot. It wasn’t hard to tell Shigaraki’s plan (if he’d had one) had taken a wrong turn, and Dabi was paying the price. In terms of agitation alone, really.

“I knew I should’ve thrown you in the deepest ditch I could find,” He spat, his voice only just audible over the destruction to either of your sides. He was talking to himself more than to you, but when wasn’t he? Gritting your teeth at the thought of the countless one-sided conversation you’d had to tolerate, you held your ground, seething as he went on. “I took care of you, I pampered you, bu that wasn’t good enough--”

You didn’t let him finish. A faint breeze circled you, urging you to make good use of it, and you didn’t think before obeying its command. With a beat of your wings, the breeze turned to a gust, one strong enough to throw Dabi off his feet, slamming him into the nearest building. He hunched forward, protecting his head reflexively, but you used the position to better throw him to the ground, a downward draft to add momentum to his fall. The toll hit was instantaneous, your wings beginning to ache as if you’d created the currents manually, but the sense of power drowned it out, your quirk instilling you with a confidence you’d all-but forgotten. You wondered why you ever let him take advantage of you, why you ever let anyone take advantage of you.

You were strong. You didn’t know why you’d ever thought otherwise.

“You didn’t take care of me!” He couldn’t have been more than a few steps away, but you were yelling before you could stop yourself, hoping your volume would hide the tremble in your voice. He pushed himself up swiftly, sending a volley of blue fire in your direction, but you sent it off track with a flutter and a miniature cyclone, his flames swirling before dissipating into a shimmer of heated air. “You turned me into a housepet. You said you were my friend, but you put a collar around my neck and trapped me the first chance you got.” A whirlwind swirled around his left leg, attempting to buckle his knee, and Dabi countered with a redirection of his own, his calf beginning to smolder, your attack dissolving in the blink of an eye. “You took away a year of my life. I’m not going to thank you for that!”

You saw him stiffen, but the spectacle was quickly obscured by a rush of smoke. It was a distraction, you knew, but that did little to stop your eyes from beginning to sting and the world around you to blur. Dabi emerged through the haze, his fist embedding itself in your solar plexus, black spots forming on the edges of your vision, but you didn’t hesitate to get him back. He was blown off of his feet by a vertical current, giving you time to nurse the bruise forming below your diaphragm, but Dabi latched onto your leg before you could find your balance. “What would’ve happened to you if I didn’t? You’d still be a pigeon just wandering the streets, waiting for someone to come around and snap your neck.” His nails dug into your ankle, his palm heating up and smoldering against your skin. You stifled an automatic sob, attempting to escape, but your efforts to fly were limited by the dead weight still holding you down. “You would’ve died without me!”

“I would’ve been happy.” You didn’t have time to be graceful, driving your heel into his skull, knocking him back to the ground. You were tempted to take off, to get as high as possible and find somewhere he wouldn’t be able to follow, but… you didn’t want to. Your wings were beginning to cramp and a steady, persistent needle pricked at your nerves, but you didn’t want it to be over. For the first time in a long time, you felt good. Not content, not safe, good.

Surely, you’d only feel better when his blood was splattered across the pavement.

Your anger was spiraling before you could rein it in, the constant breeze coiling around you, forming a protective swirl, the wind’s speed soon growing unmanageable, uncontrollable. You let it, memorized by the extent of the bluster, but the briefest moment of stagnation was enough for Dabi to act. He was uncharacteristically quiet as he worked, but the hiss of his flames filled the silence on their own, everything above his waist seeming to alight. The fire snapped you out of your daze, but it was all you could do to consider dispelling your wind before the fire had begun to circle you, a blue glow encasing the two of you. It was beautiful, blocking out the destruction, but Dabi’s powers were never just for-show.

The heat hit you like a wave of arctic water. Sweltering, stifling, suffocating heat, seeming to eat up whatever oxygen was left in the city. You were surrounded on all sides, barely able to keep yourself in place without falling into the fiery inferno. Still, your route of escape was clear, the top of the spiral left open, unattended. You beat your wings, attempting to shoot upwards, but as soon as the appendages were fully extended, you realized your mistake. The pain of feathery down becoming kindling was almost secondary to the smell of your flesh burning off the bone, the terror of glancing over only to see white turn to black in the blink of an eye.

Your plummet wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t elegant, and it wasn’t angelic. You screamed as you hit the ground, letting out a hitched sob as something in your rib cage bent and cracked. Dabi didn’t even bother to laugh, kicking you onto your chest and planting his foot between your shoulder blades, letting out a heavy breath as he pressed his heel into your spine.

“Are you fucking done?” His voice was low, weighed down by strain, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be sympathetic. His stare burnt holes into your neck, and with a click of his tongue, he went on. “Went and broke your jewelry, too, bet you handed it over to the first fucker who asked. And look at this-” A scarred hand grabbed at the bend of your left wing, his touch alone bringing tears to your eyes. “You got yourself all dirty. It’ll take weeks to get the color back.”

“Go screw yourself.” The words came out with a fatal passivity. You didn’t think you were mad, anymore. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“I’ll touch whatever the hell I want. These shitty little things control your quirk, don’t they?” Another grope, this one a bit rougher. You had a feeling he wasn’t trying to be gentle. “I wonder how many feathers we’d have to pluck before we fixed this problem permanently.”

At that, you started to struggle again, your self-preservation instincts finally making themselves known. Dabi only chuckled, that insufferable, unbearable heat returning with the sound of his laugh, the pressure on your chest increasing until it’d pushed out the remaining air in your lungs.

“I can’t have my little birdie tryin’ to fly away again, can I?”

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[thorne93]

Unforeseen Chasm (Part 57)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:3639

Warnings: Language, infinity war ending, slight swearing and Steve getting teased, Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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

Not a soul spoke during the entire ride. 

You sat between Loki and Shannon, holding their hands. Shannon rested her head on your shoulder and you looked to Loki with love and concern in your eyes. You worried about Thor, if he was still alive. What he was doing. 

You shouldn’t have let Proxima go. You should’ve killed them both. 

But regret and hindsight would give you nothing here. You focused on the future. 

All of you arrived in Wakanda. Everyone formed a game plan.

It was clear. Wanda stayed with Shuri to protect Vision and the stone. The rest of you were down on the ground, keeping the army focused on you. 

All of you got to your battle stations. Proxima walked up to the barrier with another mindless oaf of Thanos’s. You, Steve, Nat, and T’Challa walked down to greet her. 

“How’s Corvus?” you greeted with a grin. 

“You will pay for his life with yours,” she vowed. “So weak. You couldn't even capture this puny planet.” 

“I believe you’re jealous that he sent me, and not you to do the job. Perhaps he knew I was more capable.” 

“More capable of failure.”

“You’ll become very good acquaintances with failure, Proxima.”

“Thanos is in Wakanda now, he will have nothing but blood and dust,” T’Challa vowed. 

“We… have blood to spare,” she promised and on her signal, the ships opened up. You signaled to the other three it was time to fall back in line, just to see that they had released creatures of mayhem. They reached the barrier and began clawing through it, killing themselves to get through. 

Eventually, Bruce realized that if they couldn’t get in the front, they would try to go in the back and that meant nothing between Vision and Thanos. 

So Steve and T’Challa decided to open the front barrier to keep the attention here. 

When they did, all hell broke loose. Steve and T’Challa bounded forward, far ahead of anyone else, charging into action as they slammed into some of the creatures. Loki quickly pulled out daggers, fighting, hitting, kicking, even casting illusions where he could to surprise some creatures. You used your power to grab some creatures, tear them apart, or slam them into the ground. You electrified them, you charged stones and threw them at them. 

The Wakandian army did fantastically as they fought hard and quick. 

Air support from Sam and Rhodey helped with massive explosions. Natasha was her great self, moving quicker than the eye could see. Bucky had excellent marksmanship. But there were just too many. Pietro charged through the crowd, surprising several creatures.

You slammed your fist into the ground, shooting your electric energy into the ground as it shot out like roots and came up, electrifying some of the enemy. You looked to your right and Bucky had been brought down by one of the creatures, so you picked the creature up using your powers and tore it apart. 

He let out a labored breath and said, “Thanks,” as he stood up and ran to help Shannon.

“Bucky, there’s three of them at six o’clock,” Shannon said over the intercom.

“Thanks, doll, I got them heading to you now. Looks like a hoard’s headed your way.”

“I’ll see how much I can handle until then,” she grunted while slicing a creature in the neck and jumping out of the way of the other one.

This was your new goal, to help everyone on the battlefield. Shannon wouldn’t need help most likely, so you didn’t worry about her too much.

T'Challa had been grabbed by a beast and you ran over, putting your hand on it, charging it until it caught fire from within. Suddenly, Proxima and Cull Obsidian entered the area. His hammer knocked Rhodey out of the sky, you were too preoccupied helping Bucky. He just got knocked off his footing and had to stab a creature off of him. You picked it up with your powers and ripped it apart, blood spilling all over Bucky. You wanted to go face Proxima and Cull Obsidian but you couldn’t. You were too busy. Another beast had Steve pinned against a rock, as he tried to get away, two more began attacking him. Using your powers, you flew up and cast your electric powers onto them, freeing Steve. Another glance behind you and Bruce was being overcome. You flew over there and charged his suit. 

“Open fire, Bruce!” you shouted and he did as he was told. Firing on each one fo them, then pulling them off. Your power gave the suit an extra boost of power. 

“I've got you, Y/N!” Shannon yelled extending her energy towards you so that the boost would be amplified even stronger.

Next you held your hands high above your head, pulling in all the charge you could with the help of Shannon’s powers before launching them into the ground. It electrified everything in a one hundred foot radius, killing fifty or so creatures.

Shannon was holding her own, pulling from different directions, there just too many and even with her range of powers their numbers just kept increasing. She kept jumping into the air and flying off to another spot but the creatures seemed to be intent on stopping her at all costs.

“Guys, I could use some help over here!” she yelled over the intercom. She kept trying to steer them away from where Wanda and Vision were but to no avail they just kept pushing her closer to the tower. “Wanda, how's it coming along up there?” she grunted as she got three more to fall off the building walls.

“We’re still not done. We need more time,” she responded. 

“I’m gonna keep trying to get them away. I don’t know how much more time I can get you.” Six more appeared as the ones falling hit the ground. “Y/N, how’s it looking over on your end?”

“I’ve been better, Shan. I’ll head over when I--” you had to stop and duck but then another creature jumped on your back. You charged your hands before grabbing the thing off you. “It’ll be a bit before I can get there,” you said into your coms.

“Get here when you can, if not keep the others safe,” was her only command.

“Shannon, I’m on my way,” Steve managed to grunt out making a run for her side. 

“Good to hear your voice, Stevie,” she called out to him. “Okay, on my mark throw your shield high above me.”

“Ready when you are,” was all she heard. She figured with the speed of the shield and the strength he had, she could push it further with a gust of air and electrify it creating a boomerang bolt knocking out the growing hoard.

“Now!” 

The shield flew right above her and at just the right angle that it not only knocked the mountain that had formed, but created a domino effect wiping out all the ones that had been surrounding the tower. 

“Watch out, Cap that shield might still be charged.”

“Can you try to uncharge it?” he asked her, hoping to be able to use it again.

“There’s only one way to find out!” She ran after the shield and with her strength, jumped and let her body reabsorb her energy and created a ball of lighting and shot it at one of the ships that had been near the entrance of the barrier.

It successfully blew up one of the ships and knocked down the one next to it.

“How long until you can make that energy again?” Nat asked.

“Give me a minute. I need to recharge the energy if I can get it large enough it should destroy the other ships and any of these fuckers near them.” No one’s ever heard her swear during a fight. “Language,” Bruce joked over the intercom.

“Really?” Steve muttered, shaking his head “You guys really aren’t going to let that one go are you?”

“Alright, anyone that’s nearby run for cover, this is bigger than I had planned for. I don’t know how bad the impact will be.” 

Anyone that looked over was surprised to see a ship-sized flaming ball or energy fly over their heads and straight for the aircrafts. The impact shook the ground, knocking people off their feet and opened up cracks in the ground and swallowing up creatures and land.

Just then, Thor entered the battlefield. Relief flooded you as you gazed over at him, so happy to see him. He struck some creatures upon landing and demanded they bring him Thanos. The two of you fought side by side for a bit, feeding off each other’s emotional energy. 

Loki was doing his absolute best, fighting off the creatures, stabbing them, slamming them into the ground. At one point you two were back to back, the creatures had somewhat pushed you that way. Until you had to launch a beast over your head and it forced you to turn around and you were now facing the love of your life. 

He winked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Didn’t think it would be this hard,” you remarked as a peaceful moment befell around you two. There was a wide radius around you that no one needed help or any enemies were charging at you. 

“There’s something I need to speak with you about when this is all over,” he said.

“Oh? Sounds serious,” you mused in a teaseful tone before slicing through a creature that was running towards you. 

“It is,” he said with a heavy tone before there was a rumbling outside of the forcefield. The rumbling and breaking of ground continued until it got under the dome and exposed what was coming. 

Threshers (sets of massive, motorized spiked wheels, intended for nothing more than shredding everything in their paths) were suddenly under the forcefield and on the field, tearing through everything and every one.

T’Challa ordered everyone to fall back, and they began doing so until you glanced up and saw Okoye and Natasha just in front of one of the threshers. Your eyes went wide before you threw out your purple energy and halted the thresher just before it reached them. Using your power, you lifted all of them and slammed them into the army behind the two women. 

“Nice save,” Nat said into the coms.

“They’re trying to draw out Wanda,” you informed. “If she thinks we need help, she’ll leave Vision. We can’t let that happen.” 

Proxima suddenly appeared in front of you. 

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?”

“I guess I’m stubborn,” you remarked before charging at her. You flung your power at her and she deflected it with her weapon. You tried again, this time, your energy snagged her leg and you yanked, pulling her down as if you had a lasso made of your energy. You pulled her close to you before letting go to blast her with your power, but she rolled at the last second. You grunted in frustration, ready for this to be over. 

While you were focused on fighting her though, the others were getting attacked severely by the outriders. You wanted to leave Proxima, get away from her, get to Vision but you couldn’t. You two had to finish this now. 

But you apparently had backup as Wanda came onto the battlefield and effectively knocked the excess creatures off Steve, Bruce, and Nat who were all being overcome at the moment. 

In one sense you felt exhilaration, in another Vision had just been left defenseless. The momentary distraction earned you a hard punch in the face from Proxima. You went down to the ground with a groan.

Wanda proceeded to fight, until suddenly Sam said, “Guys, we got a Vision situation here.”

Steve shouted into the coms, “Somebody get to Vision.”

“I got him,” Bruce responded. 

“On my way,” Wanda said just half a second later, but then you heard her grunt.

You knew it was Proxima. 

You got back up and flew just above the battlefield, seeing Proxima’s form over Wanda. You darted down. 

“He’ll die alone, as will you,” she vowed to Wanda.

You stuck your heel out and planted it square in her side, slamming her into the ground. You landed and your hands charged with purple electric power. “She’s not alone,” you informed. 

Natasha and Okoye stepped up right next to you, flanking both sides before Proxima launched into her best battle form and jumped at Nat, spinning her spear, trying to strike her. You helped Wanda up and smiled at her. “Get to Vision,” you ordered. You then threw your energy into Proxima’s back, making her jolt forward with every hit, crying out. She turned and threw the spear at you giving Nat and Okoye a chance to pounce on her. 

Proxima was skilled, if she could take on Nat and Okoye at once without faltering.

But she wouldn’t get away from you, not this time. You finally grabbed her form with your power, making her hover in the air, she fought the movement, but your energy snaked around her, keeping her still. You let out a cry as you threw her at one of the thrashers, completely ripping her apart. 

“Well that was… violent,” Natsha noted with a touch of whimsy.

“That was necessary,” you breathed, trying to catch your breath. 

You heard over the coms that Steve was helping Vision, they eventually killed Corvus and Wanda reached him. A few moments later, T’Challa, Okoye, and Bruce did as well. Vision cried out and said that Thanos was there, he could feel it. 

You wanted to help, to go to them, but they were too far away from where you were, and you were busy helping Thor blow up ships, protect Loki, Groot, Rocket, Bucky, Rhodey, Sam, Pietro and everyone else on the field. You couldn’t go, they needed you to keep them safe. 

But then you heard it -- everyone that tried to go against Thanos -- Bruce, Steve, Natasha, Groot, even Shannon -- every one of them was easily conquered. Wanda and Vision spoke for a moment and with horror in your eyes, you turned to Loki. The two of you made eye contact as you realized what was happening -- Wanda was about to kill Vision, to save the universe.

You heard her cry and you tried to ignore it, you tried so hard, but you couldn’t help the tears falling from your face. Vision and you had fought side by side, truth be told, he was a good friend of yours, not to mention saving your life in Sokovia. And now, he was dying at the hands of his true love, your friend. You wanted to be there to help her, protect her, to shield her from this pain, to make Thanos go away, but you were just too far to reach her. 

Suddenly, the boom sounded out, and you knew Vision was gone, along with the mind stone. Loki glanced to you and he knew your heart was breaking. He tried to reach for you but he was slammed into by an outrider. You had to put your mourning aside for a moment to help him to his feet, and by the time you two got back to standing, you heard Thanos through Wanda’s coms. 

“Today, I lost more than you can know. But now is no time to mourn. Now... is no time at all,” he said and you frowned as you continued to fight, then it dawned on you -- the time stone… Which meant…

Wanda screamed in response to whatever he was about to do. 

You gasped, more tears springing to your face. He brought back Vision, only to kill him again, brutally. “Loki,” you said in a strangled sob as you turned to him. “Tony...Strange… If he has the time stone, that means--”

“We don’t know what that means,” he retorted quickly as he stood in front of you, demanding his attention. 

“We know it means that we lost,” you responded ominously. “He’s got all of the stones now…”

“Y/N, I know this isn't the best time to be talking about this but…” Loki threw one of his daggers at a creature behind you “--but I’ve come to realize that over the time that we have been together that--” again he got interrupted.

“What, Loki? Can this wait? We’re a little--” a beast ran at you and you had to bend backwards so he didn’t tackle you. Once you stood up, you threw your energy at him, charging him until he exploded “--busy right now.”

“I know that, my dear, but I need you to know that there’s—” he steps to the side as a body drops to the ground. “--No one else I would rather have fighting at my side or have at my side period.” more and more they kept fighting and side stepping.

You frowned, lowering your hands for a moment to turn and face him. “What are you saying?” you asked, a little confused. You knew he loved you. What could possibly be  so important to bring it up now, with Thanos just feet away about to win?

“I’ve never believed that I could ever find someone to love the way that I love you, Y/N—” vaulting into the air Loki ended up right behind you “-- you’ve made me realize that I am worthy of love and to be seen as someone more than just my father’s son.” He looked at you with pure adoration and awe over his shoulder quickly. 

You wanted to respond, but you thought it was better to let him speak. He was declaring something, and you weren’t sure why.

Things were getting a little tight around you two. More creatures pushing against you, clawing at you. The two of you were almost back to back from all the beasts surrounding you. You started to get pissed now. You charged your hands and blasted them out all around you, knocking them back away from the two of you.

Just as hope was dashed from your mind at Vision’s second death, Thor suddenly launched his axe at Thanos. Thanos tried to stop it with the stones, but the axe kept going, at least from what you could see where you were standing on the field.

“I told you you’d die for that,” Thor vowed and you overheard him on the coms, then you heard Thanos cry out in pain.

For a moment, your hope was restored. Thor killed him. It was over. This could all end.

But then you heard a groan. 

“You should’ve gone for the head,” Thanos said weakly and fear overtook you once more. Your head whipped towards where they’d been fighting. 

“No,” you whispered as you stared at Loki. “He wo--”

Loki suddenly grabbed your arm, making you face him, fire in his eyes. “I may never get the chance to do this again. Will you marr--” 

His speech was cut short. His hand fell off you first, disintegrating into the air. You tried to grab at him, anguish filling every cell of your body as you clawed at him. But everything you tried to grab was falling through your fingers, much to your torment. His face was the last thing to disappear, a look of torment on his face as he made eye contact with you one last time.

Horror enveloped you when you saw his entire figure gone. “Loki?” you whispered, somehow hoping calling his name would bring him back. You turned and saw it happening to others on the field. “No...No, no, no, no…” You instantly grew sick to your stomach before you fell to your knees. You couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly your chest was tight with pain, with fear, with an emotion you couldn’t even wrap your mind around. In a desperate attempt to not pass out or get sick, you grabbed at the grass beneath you. 

A sob fell out from you, strangled, broken, how you felt inside. In a sudden burst of heartbreak, you cried out, your power flared from you like it never had before. Your hair flew up, standing straight in the air as the ground in a hundred foot radius lit up and your entire body electrified, your eyes no longer had whites or colored irises, it was all a white-purple glow.

All around you warriors, soldiers, friends, were turning to dust. In a sense, none of that mattered, because your entire world just...evaporated in front of you. And you wished you’d gone right along with him. 

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Shannon found you minutes later. When it appeared the decimation had ceased, she set out to find you. 

“Y/N?” she said as she approached. She dropped beside you and put her arms around you, knowing full well why you were a sobbing mess. 

All you could do was break down in her arms. You couldn’t find Thanos. You couldn’t undo what he’d done. Your life, your everything, was gone, just like that, with a snap of his fingers. 

And Loki wanted to spend his life with you. He was going to ask you to marry him -- but he was cut short. Every horrible thing that had happened to you had been Thanos’s fault. 

In one fell swoop, Thanos had taken away all reason for you to live. He’d tortured you, tortured Loki, brainwashed you, turned you against people you love…

All for these fucking stones! He’d killed Vision for it, twice! He may have killed Tony and Stephen and trillions of others just to enact his God complex. 

You weren’t sure which was stronger in that moment: the rage or the pain. 

You were sure of one thing -- your life would never be the same.

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Unforseen Chasm (Part 57)

Part 57 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 3639 Warnings: Language, infinity war ending, slight swearing and Steve getting teased,  Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93​​ what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Not a soul spoke during the entire ride.

You sat between Loki and Shannon, holding their hands. Shannon rested her head on your shoulder and you looked to Loki with love and concern in your eyes. You worried about Thor, if he was still alive. What he was doing.

You shouldn’t have let Proxima go. You should’ve killed them both.

But regret and hindsight would give you nothing here. You focused on the future.

All of you arrived in Wakanda. Everyone formed a game plan.

It was clear. Wanda stayed with Shuri to protect Vision and the stone. The rest of you were down on the ground, keeping the army focused on you.

All of you got to your battle stations. Proxima walked up to the barrier with another mindless oaf of Thanos’s. You, Steve, Nat, and T’Challa walked down to greet her.

“How’s Corvus?” you greeted with a grin.

“You will pay for his life with yours,” she vowed. “So weak. You couldn't even capture this puny planet.”

“I believe you’re jealous that he sent me, and not you to do the job. Perhaps he knew I was more capable.”

“More capable of failure.”

“You’ll become very good acquaintances with failure, Proxima.”

“Thanos is in Wakanda now, he will have nothing but blood and dust,” T’Challa vowed.

“We… have blood to spare,” she promised and on her signal, the ships opened up. You signaled to the other three it was time to fall back in line, just to see that they had released creatures of mayhem. They reached the barrier and began clawing through it, killing themselves to get through.

Eventually, Bruce realized that if they couldn’t get in the front, they would try to go in the back and that meant nothing between Vision and Thanos.

So Steve and T’Challa decided to open the front barrier to keep the attention here.

When they did, all hell broke loose. Steve and T’Challa bounded forward, far ahead of anyone else, charging into action as they slammed into some of the creatures. Loki quickly pulled out daggers, fighting, hitting, kicking, even casting illusions where he could to surprise some creatures. You used your power to grab some creatures, tear them apart, or slam them into the ground. You electrified them, you charged stones and threw them at them.

The Wakandian army did fantastically as they fought hard and quick.

Air support from Sam and Rhodey helped with massive explosions. Natasha was her great self, moving quicker than the eye could see. Bucky had excellent marksmanship. But there were just too many. Pietro charged through the crowd, surprising several creatures.

You slammed your fist into the ground, shooting your electric energy into the ground as it shot out like roots and came up, electrifying some of the enemy. You looked to your right and Bucky had been brought down by one of the creatures, so you picked the creature up using your powers and tore it apart.

He let out a labored breath and said, “Thanks,” as he stood up and ran to help Shannon.

“Bucky, there’s three of them at six o’clock,” Shannon said over the intercom.

“Thanks, doll, I got them heading to you now. Looks like a hoard’s headed your way.”

“I’ll see how much I can handle until then,” she grunted while slicing a creature in the neck and jumping out of the way of the other one.

This was your new goal, to help everyone on the battlefield. Shannon wouldn’t need help most likely, so you didn’t worry about her too much.

T'Challa had been grabbed by a beast and you ran over, putting your hand on it, charging it until it caught fire from within. Suddenly, Proxima and Cull Obsidian entered the area. His hammer knocked Rhodey out of the sky, you were too preoccupied helping Bucky. He just got knocked off his footing and had to stab a creature off of him. You picked it up with your powers and ripped it apart, blood spilling all over Bucky. You wanted to go face Proxima and Cull Obsidian but you couldn’t. You were too busy. Another beast had Steve pinned against a rock, as he tried to get away, two more began attacking him. Using your powers, you flew up and cast your electric powers onto them, freeing Steve. Another glance behind you and Bruce was being overcome. You flew over there and charged his suit.

“Open fire, Bruce!” you shouted and he did as he was told. Firing on each one fo them, then pulling them off. Your power gave the suit an extra boost of power.

“I've got you, Y/N!” Shannon yelled extending her energy towards you so that the boost would be amplified even stronger.

Next you held your hands high above your head, pulling in all the charge you could with the help of Shannon’s powers before launching them into the ground. It electrified everything in a one hundred foot radius, killing fifty or so creatures.

Shannon was holding her own, pulling from different directions, there just too many and even with her range of powers their numbers just kept increasing. She kept jumping into the air and flying off to another spot but the creatures seemed to be intent on stopping her at all costs.

“Guys, I could use some help over here!” she yelled over the intercom. She kept trying to steer them away from where Wanda and Vision were but to no avail they just kept pushing her closer to the tower. “Wanda, how's it coming along up there?” she grunted as she got three more to fall off the building walls.

“We’re still not done. We need more time,” she responded.

“I’m gonna keep trying to get them away. I don’t know how much more time I can get you.” Six more appeared as the ones falling hit the ground. “Y/N, how’s it looking over on your end?”

“I’ve been better, Shan. I’ll head over when I--” you had to stop and duck but then another creature jumped on your back. You charged your hands before grabbing the thing off you. “It’ll be a bit before I can get there,” you said into your coms.

“Get here when you can, if not keep the others safe,” was her only command.

“Shannon, I’m on my way,” Steve managed to grunt out making a run for her side.

“Good to hear your voice, Stevie,” she called out to him. “Okay, on my mark throw your shield high above me.”

“Ready when you are,” was all she heard. She figured with the speed of the shield and the strength he had, she could push it further with a gust of air and electrify it creating a boomerang bolt knocking out the growing hoard.

“Now!”

The shield flew right above her and at just the right angle that it not only knocked the mountain that had formed, but created a domino effect wiping out all the ones that had been surrounding the tower.

“Watch out, Cap that shield might still be charged.”

“Can you try to uncharge it?” he asked her, hoping to be able to use it again.

“There’s only one way to find out!” She ran after the shield and with her strength, jumped and let her body reabsorb her energy and created a ball of lighting and shot it at one of the ships that had been near the entrance of the barrier.

It successfully blew up one of the ships and knocked down the one next to it.

“How long until you can make that energy again?” Nat asked.

“Give me a minute. I need to recharge the energy if I can get it large enough it should destroy the other ships and any of these fuckers near them.” No one’s ever heard her swear during a fight.

“Language,” Bruce joked over the intercom.

“Really?” Steve muttered, shaking his head “You guys really aren’t going to let that one go are you?”

“Alright, anyone that’s nearby run for cover, this is bigger than I had planned for. I don’t know how bad the impact will be.”

Anyone that looked over was surprised to see a ship-sized flaming ball or energy fly over their heads and straight for the aircrafts. The impact shook the ground, knocking people off their feet and opened up cracks in the ground and swallowing up creatures and land.

Just then, Thor entered the battlefield. Relief flooded you as you gazed over at him, so happy to see him. He struck some creatures upon landing and demanded they bring him Thanos. The two of you fought side by side for a bit, feeding off each other’s emotional energy.

Loki was doing his absolute best, fighting off the creatures, stabbing them, slamming them into the ground. At one point you two were back to back, the creatures had somewhat pushed you that way. Until you had to launch a beast over your head and it forced you to turn around and you were now facing the love of your life.

He winked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Didn’t think it would be this hard,” you remarked as a peaceful moment befell around you two. There was a wide radius around you that no one needed help or any enemies were charging at you.

“There’s something I need to speak with you about when this is all over,” he said.

“Oh? Sounds serious,” you mused in a teaseful tone before slicing through a creature that was running towards you.

“It is,” he said with a heavy tone before there was a rumbling outside of the forcefield. The rumbling and breaking of ground continued until it got under the dome and exposed what was coming.

Threshers (sets of massive, motorized spiked wheels, intended for nothing more than shredding everything in their paths) were suddenly under the forcefield and on the field, tearing through everything and every one.

T’Challa ordered everyone to fall back, and they began doing so until you glanced up and saw Okoye and Natasha just in front of one of the threshers. Your eyes went wide before you threw out your purple energy and halted the thresher just before it reached them. Using your power, you lifted all of them and slammed them into the army behind the two women.

“Nice save,” Nat said into the coms.

“They’re trying to draw out Wanda,” you informed. “If she thinks we need help, she’ll leave Vision. We can’t let that happen.”

Proxima suddenly appeared in front of you.

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?”

“I guess I’m stubborn,” you remarked before charging at her. You flung your power at her and she deflected it with her weapon. You tried again, this time, your energy snagged her leg and you yanked, pulling her down as if you had a lasso made of your energy. You pulled her close to you before letting go to blast her with your power, but she rolled at the last second. You grunted in frustration, ready for this to be over.

While you were focused on fighting her though, the others were getting attacked severely by the outriders. You wanted to leave Proxima, get away from her, get to Vision but you couldn’t. You two had to finish this now.

But you apparently had backup as Wanda came onto the battlefield and effectively knocked the excess creatures off Steve, Bruce, and Nat who were all being overcome at the moment.

In one sense you felt exhilaration, in another Vision had just been left defenseless. The momentary distraction earned you a hard punch in the face from Proxima. You went down to the ground with a groan.

Wanda proceeded to fight, until suddenly Sam said, “Guys, we got a Vision situation here.”

Steve shouted into the coms, “Somebody get to Vision.”

“I got him,” Bruce responded.

“On my way,” Wanda said just half a second later, but then you heard her grunt.

You knew it was Proxima.

You got back up and flew just above the battlefield, seeing Proxima’s form over Wanda. You darted down.

“He’ll die alone, as will you,” she vowed to Wanda.

You stuck your heel out and planted it square in her side, slamming her into the ground. You landed and your hands charged with purple electric power. “She’s not alone,” you informed.

Natasha and Okoye stepped up right next to you, flanking both sides before Proxima launched into her best battle form and jumped at Nat, spinning her spear, trying to strike her. You helped Wanda up and smiled at her. “Get to Vision,” you ordered. You then threw your energy into Proxima’s back, making her jolt forward with every hit, crying out. She turned and threw the spear at you giving Nat and Okoye a chance to pounce on her.

Proxima was skilled, if she could take on Nat and Okoye at once without faltering.

But she wouldn’t get away from you, not this time. You finally grabbed her form with your power, making her hover in the air, she fought the movement, but your energy snaked around her, keeping her still. You let out a cry as you threw her at one of the thrashers, completely ripping her apart.

“Well that was… violent,” Natsha noted with a touch of whimsy.

“That was necessary,” you breathed, trying to catch your breath.

You heard over the coms that Steve was helping Vision, they eventually killed Corvus and Wanda reached him. A few moments later, T’Challa, Okoye, and Bruce did as well. Vision cried out and said that Thanos was there, he could feel it.

You wanted to help, to go to them, but they were too far away from where you were, and you were busy helping Thor blow up ships, protect Loki, Groot, Rocket, Bucky, Rhodey, Sam, Pietro and everyone else on the field. You couldn’t go, they needed you to keep them safe.

But then you heard it -- everyone that tried to go against Thanos -- Bruce, Steve, Natasha, Groot, even Shannon -- every one of them was easily conquered. Wanda and Vision spoke for a moment and with horror in your eyes, you turned to Loki. The two of you made eye contact as you realized what was happening -- Wanda was about to kill Vision, to save the universe.

You heard her cry and you tried to ignore it, you tried so hard, but you couldn’t help the tears falling from your face. Vision and you had fought side by side, truth be told, he was a good friend of yours, not to mention saving your life in Sokovia. And now, he was dying at the hands of his true love, your friend. You wanted to be there to help her, protect her, to shield her from this pain, to make Thanos go away, but you were just too far to reach her.

Suddenly, the boom sounded out, and you knew Vision was gone, along with the mind stone. Loki glanced to you and he knew your heart was breaking. He tried to reach for you but he was slammed into by an outrider. You had to put your mourning aside for a moment to help him to his feet, and by the time you two got back to standing, you heard Thanos through Wanda’s coms.

“Today, I lost more than you can know. But now is no time to mourn. Now... is no time at all,” he said and you frowned as you continued to fight, then it dawned on you -- the time stone… Which meant…

Wanda screamed in response to whatever he was about to do.

You gasped, more tears springing to your face. He brought back Vision, only to kill him again, brutally. “Loki,” you said in a strangled sob as you turned to him. “Tony...Strange… If he has the time stone, that means--”

“We don’t know what that means,” he retorted quickly as he stood in front of you, demanding his attention.

“We know it means that we lost,” you responded ominously. “He’s got all of the stones now…”

“Y/N, I know this isn't the best time to be talking about this but…” Loki threw one of his daggers at a creature behind you “--but I’ve come to realize that over the time that we have been together that--” again he got interrupted.

“What, Loki? Can this wait? We’re a little--” a beast ran at you and you had to bend backwards so he didn’t tackle you. Once you stood up, you threw your energy at him, charging him until he exploded “--busy right now.”

“I know that, my dear, but I need you to know that there’s—” he steps to the side as a body drops to the ground. “--No one else I would rather have fighting at my side or have at my side period.” more and more they kept fighting and side stepping.

You frowned, lowering your hands for a moment to turn and face him. “What are you saying?” you asked, a little confused. You knew he loved you. What could possibly be  so important to bring it up now, with Thanos just feet away about to win?

“I’ve never believed that I could ever find someone to love the way that I love you, Y/N—” vaulting into the air Loki ended up right behind you “-- you’ve made me realize that I am worthy of love and to be seen as someone more than just my father’s son.” He looked at you with pure adoration and awe over his shoulder quickly.

You wanted to respond, but you thought it was better to let him speak. He was declaring something, and you weren’t sure why.

Things were getting a little tight around you two. More creatures pushing against you, clawing at you. The two of you were almost back to back from all the beasts surrounding you. You started to get pissed now. You charged your hands and blasted them out all around you, knocking them back away from the two of you.

Just as hope was dashed from your mind at Vision’s second death, Thor suddenly launched his axe at Thanos. Thanos tried to stop it with the stones, but the axe kept going, at least from what you could see where you were standing on the field.

“I told you you’d die for that,” Thor vowed and you overheard him on the coms, then you heard Thanos cry out in pain.

For a moment, your hope was restored. Thor killed him. It was over. This could all end.

But then you heard a groan.

“You should’ve gone for the head,” Thanos said weakly and fear overtook you once more. Your head whipped towards where they’d been fighting.

“No,” you whispered as you stared at Loki. “He wo--”

Loki suddenly grabbed your arm, making you face him, fire in his eyes. “I may never get the chance to do this again. Will you marr--”

His speech was cut short. His hand fell off you first, disintegrating into the air. You tried to grab at him, anguish filling every cell of your body as you clawed at him. But everything you tried to grab was falling through your fingers, much to your torment. His face was the last thing to disappear, a look of torment on his face as he made eye contact with you one last time.

Horror enveloped you when you saw his entire figure gone. “Loki?” you whispered, somehow hoping calling his name would bring him back. You turned and saw it happening to others on the field. “No...No, no, no, no…” You instantly grew sick to your stomach before you fell to your knees. You couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly your chest was tight with pain, with fear, with an emotion you couldn’t even wrap your mind around. In a desperate attempt to not pass out or get sick, you grabbed at the grass beneath you.

A sob fell out from you, strangled, broken, how you felt inside. In a sudden burst of heartbreak, you cried out, your power flared from you like it never had before. Your hair flew up, standing straight in the air as the ground in a hundred foot radius lit up and your entire body electrified, your eyes no longer had whites or colored irises, it was all a white-purple glow.

All around you warriors, soldiers, friends, were turning to dust. In a sense, none of that mattered, because your entire world just...evaporated in front of you. And you wished you’d gone right along with him.

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Shannon found you minutes later. When it appeared the decimation had ceased, she set out to find you.

“Y/N?” she said as she approached. She dropped beside you and put her arms around you, knowing full well why you were a sobbing mess.

All you could do was break down in her arms. You couldn’t find Thanos. You couldn’t undo what he’d done. Your life, your everything, was gone, just like that, with a snap of his fingers.

And Loki wanted to spend his life with you. He was going to ask you to marry him -- but he was cut short. Every horrible thing that had happened to you had been Thanos’s fault.

In one fell swoop, Thanos had taken away all reason for you to live. He’d tortured you, tortured Loki, brainwashed you, turned you against people you love…

All for these fucking stones! He’d killed Vision for it, twice! He may have killed Tony and Stephen and trillions of others just to enact his God complex.

You weren’t sure which was stronger in that moment: the rage or the pain.

You were sure of one thing -- your life would never be the same.

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 031 [Finals Begin!]

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〈“Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold. But you will remember me, remember me for centuries. And just one mistake is all it will take, we’ll go down in history.” Fall Out Boy, “Centuries”〉

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“Do you see him, kid?” I asked, holding his ankles in my hands.

Riku was sitting on my shoulders so he could look over the crowd. He crossed his arms, resting them on the top of my head. “Nope. There’s Mt. Lady, but my brother isn’t anywhere around. Where is that idiot?”

I hummed, approaching the blonde-haired hero. “Let’s gather some clues.”

“Like Scooby-Doo!” I could hear the smile in his voice and chuckled.

She noticed us approaching and lifted her chin, hand on her hip. “Did you finally come to apologize?”

“Not even on your life,” I deadpanned. “Oi, Riku.”

“Right! Have you see a teenage boy that’s really desperate for your attention?”

If I wasn’t holding his ankles to keep him from falling, I would have facepalmed.

She sweatdropped. “There’s a lot of those, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“Umm, well, he’s eighteen-years-old, never had a girlfriend that isn’t an anime character, got rejected from two different colleges, he’s a huge pervert with a large stack of dirty magazines under his bed and his favorite color on a girl is pink! Does that help?”

My eye twitched. Really starting to remember why I don’t fuck with little kids… I cleared my throat. “Maybe start with his name…”

“Yuki Reigen.”

“Okay. Now, what does he look like?”

He hummed thoughtfully. “He’s kinda short for his age and he dyes his hair blonde, but he’s really bad at it so it’s super streaky. He wears blue contacts but his eyes are actually brown like mine! His skin is kinda oily, especially his nose, even though he uses this weird smelling cream. He thinks it works but it doesn’t at all!”

Mt. Lady tilted her head, her finger on her chin. Her face suddenly lit up with recognition. “Oh yeah! He was so desperate for my number, he said he’d do anything for it, it was honestly pathetic. I was just about to tell him he could have it after being my slave for two years, but then he suddenly panicked and ran off.”

���What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked.

“Yeah, you’re a creepy old hag!” Riku added. “My brother will never be a slave to someone as ugly as you!”

“What did you just call me, you brat?!”

“Mt. Lady!” Woodsman came speed-walking up, putting his wooden arm between us before she could advance. “You’re supposed to be patrolling!”

Riku started to shake, his fingers curling around my short hair as he sniffled. “S-She’s so s-scary! She threatened to h-hit me!” His crying alerted the other people around us, who stopped to see what was going on. Hearing his words made a few of them glare at her, clutching their children closer.

The color drained from her face and she hastily tried to explain the situation. “W-What? No, I -”

Woodsman put his hands on his hips, glaring at her. “You made this child cry, now say you’re sorry!”

“But I didn’t -”

Riku started to cry louder.

“O-Okay! I’m sorry, just stop crying!”

His cries died down to soft sniffles. I swear if he gets snot in my fucking hair I’mma rage.

Woodsman turned to us with a sigh. “I’m really sorry about her, she has no filter. You really should be getting back, the finals will be starting soon.”

“I can’t.” I motioned toward the kid shoving his face onto my head. “He can’t find his brother and I’m trying to help find him.”

“Oh, I see. Here, let me take over.” He held his hands out and I bent down so he could gently grab Riku under the arms, lifting him up and over my head before bringing him into his arms. “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll find his brother.”

I nodded, ruffling Riku’s hair. “Don’t leave that idiot brother of yours again, okay? And no more jumping from the stands.”

He nodded, wiping at his wet eyes with the back of his hand. “Thank you, big sis.”

Woodsman nodded his head at me before walking away, Riku leaning over his shoulder. His sad expression morphed to a smug grin, all traces of his tears gone.

I exchanged a look with Mt. Lady and I knew we were thinking the same thing – children are fucking demons.

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“Thank you, Cementoss! Hey, sports fans, are you ready?! After all the action you’ve already witnessed, it’s time for the real battle to begin! Can you feel the excitement?! Our competitors are on their own now! Sometimes heroes have only themselves to rely on! Heart, skill, strength, wisdom, courage – they’ll have to use all of these things to rise to the top!”

A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek as I took a deep breath. Why the fuck do I have to go first? Man, there’s gonna be so many fuckers watching me. Just the thought makes me want to die. Maybe I’ll just forfeit…

Strong hands landed on my shoulders. “You’re pretty tense, kid. Nervous?”

I turned around to face Snipe and Toshi. “I’m always tense, it’s a way of life.”

“Don’t worry, young Jen, you’ll do great.” Toshi gave me a thumbs up and a grin. “You fought against young Reggian a bit in the cavalry battle so you know a bit about his quirk already.”

“Somethin’ to do with air, I think?” I scratched my cheek.

“Just don’t kill ’em and you’ll be just fine,” Snipe put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a half hug. “We’ll be rootin’ for ya, kid.”

“Thanks, guys.” I grinned.

“Well, well, audience, let’s cut to the good stuff and not delay these finals any longer! Welcome our first fighters – with a potty mouth and an attitude to match, it’s Jen Winchester from the hero course!”

I stepped through the doorway, hands shoved into my pockets. My eyes squinted as the sudden bright light invading my vision. The crowd was screaming, but I did my best not to pay them any mind as I approached the arena.

“Versus! His sanity is seriously up for debate, it’s Regina Reggian from general studies!”

“Hey, I’m lucid sometimes, twatwaffle!”

“What did he just call me?!”

“A twatwaffle.”

“Don’t ever say that again, Eraser…”

I rolled my eyes before glancing across to the other doorway where Regina was exiting from, looking smug. Man, this guy really has a face I just wanna punch. With a fucking metal chair.

“The rules are simple – immobilize your opponent or force them out of the ring! You can also win by getting the other person to cry uncle! Bring on the injuries because we’ve got our very own Recovery Girl waiting on standby! So put your morals aside and don’t be afraid to play dirty, but of course, no life-threatening crap, folks, it’s not allowed! Real heroes use their powers to throw villains in jail, not kill them!”

“I’ll stop anyone that tries to get too rough,” Cementoss said calmly. He was sitting beside the ring, directly centered with it in a chair he had made with his quirk.

I scratched my cheek. Call me old-fashioned but should they really be encouraging teenagers to beat the ever-living shit out of each other? Sounds fucking suspect.

Regina grinned at me. “I’m gonna force you to give up, nerd!”

“Not even in your dreams, kid.” I grinned back. “Be careful, you don’t wanna get burnt.”

“Ready?!”

“You’re a magician’s red burnin’ chicken looking ass.”

“What the fuck does that even mean? Your taste sound like ass. I’m gonna fucking annihilate you like Kunimitsu Tezuka did to the dinosaurs.”

“Nani the fuck?”

“BEGIN!”

We both took our stances. He held his hands out like he were gripping a sword and the air around him started to solidify, forcing the hilt of a sword. The blade started to form… is that a fucking cactus? “Hey! This is my cactus and his name is Pablo!”

I sweatdropped. What is with this guy? “Oi -” I suddenly gagged as something solidified in my mouth. It tasted like if you took Kirishima’s dirty gym socks, wiped your ass with it, and then pureed it with rotten onions. My stomach turned as I spit it out, coughing violently as I tried to ignore the taste on my tongue. Is that… a mother fucking sock?!

“Winchester just spit up a sock! What is this sorcery we’re seeing, folks?!”

“Take this!” Taking advantage of the distracted he had created, he moved in close, swinging the sword above his head. My hand shot up, connecting with the translucent spikes of the cactus. They broke the skin, small drops of blood flowing from the holes.

“Reggian has successfully launched the first attack! How will Winchester respond?!”

“Am I a fucking joke to you?”

“No, you’re a nerd.”

“Hmph, can’t argue with that one, but you’re gonna have to die now, thanks!” I squeezed my hand, increasing the temperature of my skin until the cactus exploded. My hand was throbbing.

“PABLO, NO!!!”

I punched him in the stomach, sending him stumbling backward, clutching his stomach and coughing.

“You’ll pay… for killing Pablo… you thot!” He held his hand up and the air started to solidify. “Improvised special move, Pablo Jr!!” He threw the small, potted cactus at me and I grunted, smacking it away. As soon as my hand touched it, it exploded.

“It’s hard to see but if you look closely you can see a bunch of translucent spikes now stuck in Winchester’s body from that last attack!”

“Son of a bitch,” I grunted. He lifted his hands again and I dashed forward. I won’t even give him the chance to – smack. I fell face-first on the ground, the cold cement seeping through my clothes.

Silence fell over the stadium before a roar of laughter erupted.

“Oh my god!”

“Did you see her face?!”

“I’m so glad I came, this is hilarious!”

“What a classic move!!”

“I’m wheezing, someone help!”

“Ahahahaha! Class 1-A isn’t looking so cool now, is it?!”

“Shut up, Monoma!”

“No one can get past my second improvised special move – Banana Peel Field!!” Regina laughed loudly.

“I can’t believe it! In all my years, this is the first time I’ve ever seen anyone slip on a banana peel during the sports festival! This is great!!”

I slowly lifted my head, my teeth clenched in annoyance. I fucking slipped on a mother fucking banana peel made of goddamn air. This fucking brat is toying with me and it’s pissing me off. I pulled myself to my feet, my blood boiling as flames engulfed my hands. I thrust them out to the side and lines of fire shot out in all directions, swirling around the arena.

I clenched my fists, grinning when he took a step back. “I’m not gonna give you the chance to give up, but don’t worry bro, I will give you the chance to die!” I slammed both fists against the ground, the concrete splitting as fire snaked through it directly toward him.

“Ah, shit -”

The flames shot up from the ground, hitting him in the gut and lifting him off his feet. I teleported behind him, pulling my leg back before slamming my shin against his back and into the cement. He coughed, doing a somersault to avoid my boot. He breathed heavily, lifting his hands again, but I didn’t give him the chance, teleporting behind him again. Pain shot through my skull and I knew I needed to end it soon.

The flames raged on my arm as I cocked my arm, bringing my fist against his face. He flew backward and I stomped my foot, sending a wave of flame to propel him farther. It smacked into him like a spout of water, forcing his body out of bounds and pinning it against the wall. His eyes rolled back in his head as he lost consciousness, the flames dying out. The air spikes in my body disappeared.

“Reggian is out of bounds!” Midnight raised her hand, the metal cuff clanking from the movement. “Winchester advances to the next round!”

“Woah, that chick is kinda scary, don’t you think?”

“She told him to die!”

“That’s not a very heroic thing to say…”

“Reggian did really well!”

“He’s hilarious! Imagine having him as a sidekick.”

“Right? There’d never be a dull moment!”

“His power is pretty unique, too. If you think about it, the uses for his quirk are pretty limitless.”

“Right? Fire’s a pretty basic quirk, no creativity there.”

My eyes narrowed at my hand, watching the blood drip to the cement.

“Go see Recovery Girl.” Midnight ordered.

“Yeah, whateva.”

“And with that explosive display, we have the first victor of the finals! Class 1-A’s Jen Winchester! Ah yeah~ that was a pretty amusing first fight, kids! Both of you fought bravely, let’s show them some love!!”

I won the fucking match, but I feel like a fucking loser. I shoved my hands into my pockets as I approached the dark hallway. I wanna go home.

“Hey, big sis!”

I glanced up at Riku’s voice. He was leaning over the railing again, waving his hand like crazy. A taller boy stood behind him, gripping the back of his shirt to keep him in place. That must be his older brother. Good, I’m glad the Woodsman was able to find him.

“You were so cool out there! Your power is uber strong!” he grinned brightly, closing his eyes. “I wanna be just like you when I grow up!”

My heart skipped a beat as warmth flooded me, my lips twitching up as I released a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. Thanks, kid… I needed that.

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“Gimme some sugar~” Gran pressed her lips to my cheek and patted my bandaged hand. “There, all better, deary.”

“Thanks, Gran.”

“Why the glum face? You won, after all.”

I sighed, falling back onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I mean, I know I won the fight, but he won over the crowd. They totally hated me.”

She hummed. “There will always be times when people prefer one quirk over another. Don’t let it get you down, deary. You’ll always be number one in my heart.”

I smiled, turning onto my side and propping my cheek up against my palm. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Of course you may.”

“What does it mean… to be a hero?”

She sent me a surprised look before humming, her hand on her chin. “Well, everyone views it quite differently. At its very core, a hero is someone that wants to help others, but everyone has their own reasons, their own desires, to become a hero.”

“But I don’t,” I frowned, picking at the white sheet beneath me. “I don’t have that drive. I’ve thought about it a bunch of times, but I can’t think of a reason to fight. Besides… if people find out who my mother is, won’t that make them hate me, anyway? Bakugo told me not to tell anyone. He was dead serious about it. She was an A-Class villain turned pro hero. No one trusted her…”

Gran set her small hand over mine, her voice warm. “That may be true, but you are not your mother, deary. You’re your own person and if they view you differently, well, that’s their loss. No matter what happens in the future, you will always have a place here at U.A.”

My fingers wrapped around her hand. “Do you think… I’ll find a reason to be a hero?”

“I do, but you must remember that you grew up in a world where heroes are nothing more than fiction. It makes sense that you have no desire to be a hero because you grew up believing that such a dream simply wasn’t possible. I believe that, with time, you’ll find your reason to keep fighting. You just have to have some patience. These things can’t be rushed.”

I chuckled. “Patience has never been my strong suit. When I was a kid, the loading screen for my new game was taking too long so I kicked the TV.”

She laughed, patting my hand. “Yes, well, you are still young, deary.”

I glanced at Regina, who was unconscious on the bed across the room. “He gonna be okay?”

“He’ll be just fine. I’ve healed his wounds, now he just needs to recover his stamina. No need to worry.”

“Che, as if I’d worry about that idiot.” I rolled over onto my back, folding my hands behind my head. “Can I rest here for a bit?”

“Of course, deary.”

“Thanks, Gran.”

She pressed a kiss to my cheek before returning to her work, leaving me to mull over her words.

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Mal:

There was a chill in the air that wouldn’t seem to lessen. The warehouse felt like a meat packing plant - all it was missing was the hooks and cow carcasses hanging from the ceiling. As I glanced up at said roof, I wasn’t surprised to see a whole whack of nothin doin. Should’ve known better, really; Vishous was damn good at creating the mhis that concealed the Brothers up top. 

And other than Tohrment and Wrath, both of whom remained at the manse for security reasons, every other Brother was concealed somewhere in this warehouse. All of them had a stake in this, not just for their Brother, who stood beside me, but for Hadrian.

Looking sideways at Zsadist, I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know the tumult of thoughts darting through his head. Mine male was a live wire barely contained, and I knew nothing would make it better until Hadrian was free of Amos, and still breathing. I suspected the fact he’d promised Hadrian death if this failed also weighed on him; a burning regret that gnawed at his soul. 

If it came to that, I would never let Zsadist be the one to make that call. I was the hunter. For mine male, I would end Hadrian’s suffering.

I only hoped he’d forgive me for it.

“Nallum?”

His golden eyes lacked their usual shine as he looked to me at my whisper, and I fought the impulse to reach for him, to hold him. Instead I simply stepped closer, wishing I had my wings to stroke at his back.

“We’re gonna do this. It’s gonna work,” I murmured.

Zsadist:

This was it. The final showdown with Amos. We could end this once and for all. With our main goal, keeping Hadrian alive. Last night when Mal got off the phone with his hunter friend, he told me about something they thought might work. See Hadrian was a shifter, but not a one-trick pony. The fucker could transform into multiple animals, which apparently was something very special in the shifter world. So the idea that Mal had come up with was for Hadrian to shift to something else. Something that Amos was not bonded to. Then when all is said and done we could move in and take down the vampire. 

Now even though the other Brothers are here for backup, I was the one who would be killing that mother fucker. He hurt my friend and I wanted to watch him bleed. Fuck. So many options. Though the thought of decapitation made a sinister smirk form on my lips. He deserved it. No one lays a hand on my friends and gets away with it. Biting back a growl as I turn my head to gaze at my male. He gave me a look of reassurance then spoke the words that I had to believe. It was going to work and Hadrian was going to be alright. ‘Cause there was no way I was going to let him die. Fuck no. 

Lifting my head towards the door as I hear it open. This was it. Taking a deep breath as I wait for them to come into view. Fuck, I swear if he put another mark on Hadrian’s face I will lunge at him. So Mal better be ready to tell the shifter to change. Curling my hands into fists as I try my best to stay calm. I was glad that I had the Brotherhood here; minus Wrath and Tohr, I needed them. 

Hadrian:

I couldn’t be sure if Amos had been expecting my total lack of resistance or not, but he seemed pleased by my compliance. The moment he’d woken up I’d been the epitome of a well behaved pet - following orders, not speaking. Just… doing as I was told. 

Getting the call from Zsadist that he wished to meet Amos again had been the only moment of shock to punctuate the numbness. When Amos had asked what his intent was, I’d been honest: I had no idea. I didn’t know why Zsadist would want to meet him, and through sheer disbelief I’d managed to hide thoughts of the phone call earlier - my desperate plea for the Brother to kill me and end this. 

Which is why a meet and greet threw me for a total six. 

As Amos strode into the warehouse, with me as his not-so-loyal shadow, I looked ahead to see Z and the one I now knew as Malachi. I couldn’t see anyone else, and rather than seek them out or check for their scents, I didn’t bother, not wanting to give Amos the heads up if I could help it. 

“That was quicker than anticipated,” Amos said into the silence, stopping several meters away from the pair. As I moved to stand beside him he cast a glance my way then looked to the couple. “I had believed you would take every moment until the deadline to come to a decision, but then some decisions are easier to reach than others?” He mused, arching a brow. “So please. Tell me. What is your decision? Do you join Hadrian and myself…” His hand lifted, stroking over the still healing scab on my cheek. I didn’t even flinch, some small piece of my soul further shrivelling and dying at the contact. “…or do you abandon him here and leave?”

Mal:

The /stones/ on this motherfucker, I swear to fuck… Still, I adopted a pleasant smile - the kind retail workers have perfected - and inclined my head. My gaze flicked to Hadrian briefly at the touch, noting the total lack of fight back, the almost dead look in his eyes, before I turned my attention back to Amos.

I knew without looking that Brothers above, and outside, were moving in to flank the new entrants, and all I had to do was give them a minute before we could move. Then I had to go for Hadrian…

“You’re correct. Some decisions are easy to reach, given the correct motivators,” I add, adopting a conspiratorial grin. As if my soul were as stained and black as his to not be bothered by the shifter’s torment. “When one looked at the options and all we have here, all we have done, and all you could bring to us, the decision was plain. As obvious as the nose on your face,” I purred, the words holding a double meaning.

It had been obvious from the beginning. Just not the way Amos thought. And wouldn’t you know, that was a minute. Time’s up, you son of a bitch…

“So with that in mind, we must disrespectfully decline your offer and tell you in no uncertain terms to go fuck yourself.”

Vishous dropped from the ceiling behind them, appearing like a wraith and looking twice as fucking intimidating. Amos whipped around, clearly shocked, while Hadrian barely glanced over his shoulder, some flicker of life returning to his eyes as he realized what was happening.

Amos snarled, that pretty face twisting into something horrifying as his fear energy punched outward, like a black cloud. With a snarl of my own I cast my hand out, fighting his energy with my divinity. Hadrian tensed, his eyes going blank before his body turned toward Vishous, lowering itself into a crouch, like he was going to attack. 

“Z! Go! Distract him!”

I had to get to Hadrian. And I couldn’t if Amos was intent on drowning every Brother in their worst fears, while making Hadrian fight them. 

Zsadist:

Everything happened in a blur. First we were just standing around and talking, then the Brothers were falling from the sky, and before I knew it I was rushing over towards Amos. I had no time to even glance at the shifter as I swung a fist back and knocked the vampire square in the jaw. Though I had to remind myself that whatever I did to this piece of shit I also did it to Hadrian. And I felt bad for every punch I threw at the vampire.

I know the shifter had to be hurting, but I had to distract his master. Mal needed to talk to Hadrian. Let him in on the plan so we could end this once and for all. I only hoped that he would go along with it. That he wouldn’t try to be some hero and just ask me to kill him. I couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t let the shifter die. 

I was too lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t notice Amos moved to knock me down. We fell back onto the floor and I could only hope that Mal was talking fast. ‘Cause I didn’t know how much longer I could hold him down without fucking him up.

“Let me know when!” 

I holler out to the angel. I didn’t need help from my Brothers but I could sense them nearby. Almost waiting for this fucker to make a dirty move on me. My hands grabbed at his throat. Trying to not choke him too hard as I slammed his head back against the floor. My body straddling his own. Fuck I wanted to drag my dagger across his face. Make him wear the same marks that Hadrian wore on his face.

“You are a real piece of work, you know that?” My eyes pitch black as they narrow into thin slits. “You are going to pay for what you did to him.” Growling out, my fangs elongating to their fullest. I could sense him trying to use that same trick on me that he did before. A vision of Hadrian dying in my head forms and I had to use all of my power not to break my hold on the vampire. It’s not real. He’s okay. He will be okay. 

Hadrian:

Pain flared through me. It was at odds with the total disconnect of my brain as I felt Amos’ influence, his mind directing me toward Vishous and unsheathing my claws as my heart /ached/. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I’d be made to - made to fight these Brothers that had accepted me as part of their family. Their pack.

Then it was gone. I reeled as his presence vanished from my mind, my eyes flicking to where Zsadist had tackled him to the floor, the pair of them wrestling for dominance. My head ached, and I suspected my golden eyed friend had something to do with that. Not that it mattered; if he wanted to rip out Amos’ heart, I’d welcome it. 

“Hadrian!”

I snapped back to focus on… Malys. The unfamiliar vampire paused only long enough to see I wasn’t about to disembowel anyone, my claws retracting from Amos summoning them to hurt Vishous, then he was grabbing my arm and hauling me away from the grappling pair, even as the Brothers drew closer, watching their own.

With his touch my mind reeled, my nose telling me he wasn’t just a vampire. There was more. So much more.

“What… what are you guys doing?” I managed, tearing my gaze from his deep brown one to look for Zsadist. I felt a new flash of pain as the Brother was forced to defend himself against Amos, wincing at it, at the stupid bond that bound me to an asshole and his designs. “H-how are you going to stop him? Stop us?”

Us. Because I was his. 

Mal:

Hadrian was watching them, wincing every now and then, as Zsadist fought with his Master. When he didn’t respond the first time I called his name, I reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him back to me.

“Hadrian! Listen to me! You need to listen! What is the shift? What is /his/ animal to call?”

There was a slow blink, confusion furrowing his brows as I sensed his desperate need to look back, to see what was happening. Cursing, I called on my Divinity; warm, golden light that could fill me up, let me see aura and soul and power. I called on it and I reached out to wrap it around him, to touch his soul and make him focus.

He gasped like he could feel it, his pupils dilating as clarity came back.

“L-Lion… his animal is the Lion.”

I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed until I knew it had to be painful. He stared into my eyes, eyes I knew had to be a startling silver white.

“Then Change into /anything/ but the Lion!”

I saw the flicker of realisation in his eyes a beat before it happened. The shoulder under my hand rippled then flexed, then his body was contorting, fur sprouting through skin, bones lengthening and claws breaking through flesh. I let go of him long enough to step back, to let the burst of goo and water slick my boots as he became a Beast, a leopard, then I was stepping close again, shoving my hand into that fur and cloaking him in my power. 

“Zsadist! NOW!”

Zsadist:

When Amos’s mind tricks weren’t working so great on me, I’m welcomed with a punch to my face as he breaks free from my grip. Snarling as I shake my head from side to side like some kind of animal. 

“You think you’ve won?”

I spit in his face, rising the moment he does. My eyes black as night as they lock onto his own. Watching as he wiped my saliva away with his fingers. “You think that I didn’t come here with some way of making sure I got what I wanted?” Growling out my words. The Brothers staying close just in case they had to jump in. “You hurt my friend. Someone who is an ally to the Black Dagger Brotherhood. And guess what? We protect what is ours.”

As I say that I hear a series of noises that are followed by a growl and Mal screaming out to me. Now. It was time. I nodded to Vishous, Butch, and Rhage as they come up behind him. Bringing the bastard down onto his knees in front of me, pinning him in place so he couldn’t move. I was surprised they didn’t kick the shit out of him first, but there was no time to waste. We must get this done. 

I draw my black daggers out of their holsters that were strapped to my chest. Taking in the fool as I drag the tip of my blade over his face. Watching as it knicks his skin, causing his blood to run down his cheek like a teardrop. Leaning in, I whisper. “Burn in Dhunhd, or wherever the hell you came from.” 

With that said, I dig both blades into his chest, dragging them down in one fell swoop. I had the satisfaction of watching his blood and guts spill out onto my shitkickers, his heart in ribbons in what was left of chest. His head sagged forward as a final gasp fell from his lips.

I couldn’t help but stare at him. Like I was waiting for the fucker to get up and lunge for me. Like his type of vampire meant he wouldn’t die easily. But he didn’t. He was dead. 

The Brothers dropped him in a heap on the floor as I spoke. “Cut off his hea-”

Hadrian’s scream cut me off; the mangled shriek of leopard and man combined as whatever bond Amos had made threatened to drag him along into the dark of death. My head whipped around, taking in two of the most important people in my life, as one of them crumpled.

Hadrian:

There was a moment in time where I stood on all four paws, panting at the fast Change, the trembling of my muscles. I could hear it all so much clearer now; hear as Zsadist condemned Amos, and told him to go to hell. I heard it as the black daggers sank into flesh.

And I felt it as they ripped downward. 

My entire body shuddered. Something deep inside me, whatever was tied to Amos, screeched and shredded and ripped at me. I had the briefest glimpse of silver eyes, like starlight, before everything inside me shattered.

Someone was screaming. The sound reverberated in my head as my body hit the floor, every muscle trembling in and out of a Shift. Human. Animal. Human. Animal. 

My Lion roared in agony, and it was only as I roared with it that I realised it was me that was screaming. Everything, every muscle, every nerve, felt like it was on fire. A burn enveloped my chest, my head, and my heart felt like it was being torn from my chest with spindly, razor fingers. 

Light shone above me as I seemed to fall into darkness. I didn’t know which would be better; the cool caress of darkness, or the comforting warmth of light. But it didn’t matter. The choice wasn’t mine. As my eyes fell shut I surrendered, my body going limp as the agony won out. 

For a heartbeat I knew there was Zsadist. I knew there was Malys, and the Brothers.

And then I knew nothing.

Malys:

Nothing could’ve prepared me for what happened. Not Him, not the Scribe Virgin, not even the fucking Omega. 

Hadrian’s body morphed beneath my grip. I felt the muscles, the fur, the flesh, all but liquefying between my fingers as he was forced through a series of changes. I wanted to let go. I wanted to fucking /hurl/ at the sensation. But I did neither.

My eyes flicked to Amos’ corpse, and it was in that moment that I saw it, like a glimmering, silver thread. The bond between them stretched taut, whatever mangled, decrepit remains of a soul he’d had pulled away and trying to drag Hadrian’s with it. The lightness within him, that piece of him that was pure ‘Hadrian’, wavered, like a candle flame flickering in a strong breeze.

I didn’t think. I just reacted. My wings appeared as I cast them wide and threw them over him, like a divine blanket. I needed to protect that flame, keep it from going out. I reached for that light with hands that shimmered with power, and I held onto it, locking my jaw and snarling at the effort. 

The metaphysical bond was strong, and Hadrian shielding himself in the form of another shift had helped fray that silver thread. But it hadn’t broken. Not quite. I could all but see it still dragging him. 

“/No/,” I half panted, half snarled. 

My wing moved like it knew what to do, even when I didn’t. It stroked along Hadrian’s crumpled human form, the primaries suddenly edged, like a blade, in silver light. That bladed edge touched the final thread.

The whiplash as it snapped away /hurt/. I shuddered as I half recoiled, staggering away from the panwere as he lay motionless on the floor. Unconscious, but alive. His soul still flickered in its shell, but it no longer guttered like it was about to go out. I sank to my knees, my wings falling with me until they dragged on the floor. I felt spent as my eyes lifted, looking for Zsadist.

Zsadist:

Quickly I darted over to my angel and the shifter who was on the floor. My brows drawing in as I sink to my knees in front of the pair. Voice cracking as I speak. “Is he…?” I couldn’t even get the words out. Couldn’t even imagine the possibility that I would never see Hadrian again. Trying my hardest to not break down right now in front of my Brothers, in front of my angel. 

Slowly my head lifts, watching as Mal shook his head in response to my question. Letting out a sigh of relief. “So he’s alive?” He nodded slowly as I leaned in to listen to the faint beats of Hadrian’s heart. “We need to get him back to the mansion, like right now.” My brows draw in as I take in the angel. He didn’t look so hot either. Extending my hand out, letting it rest against his face.

 “Hey…”

Frowning as I watched his head sag slightly. My fingers slowly caressing his cheek. “Took a lot of energy out of you, huh?” I wanted to kiss him. Wanted to wrap my arms around him and just hold him tight. This male...he was everything to me. Whether I wanted to accept it all or not. “Let’s go home.” I murmur before gazing down at Hadrian with a permanent frown on my face. 

Moments later we are up, the shifter in my arms as we make our way over to the waiting Escalade. Sitting in the back of the SUV with Mal beside me, and Hadrian in my lap. The city was a blur to me as we raced through the streets of downtown Caldwell, heading straight for the compound. Reaching out until my hand lands on top of the angel’s. When our eyes met, I parted my lips. The words were right there, on the tip of my tongue. Three words that have been screaming in my head for awhile now. But before I could get them out we arrived.

#SLs

[smashbuddies]

Part Eighteen: Boss Battle

“So have you thought about my little proposal?”

Daniel’s eyes had to drag up from the floor to meet theirs. Of course he thought about it. He didn’t have any choice. But he knew they were going to be unhappy with his answer. So it clogged up in his throat, keeping him safe for just a moment longer.

They didn’t look amused. Fingers laced together on their desk, they raised a brow at him and said, “Well, Daniel?”

“I’m not giving you my show,” he said, slow and steady. God, it was like he was awaiting execution. He shouldn’t be feeling so weak. So powerless. “And that’s final.”

“Why, that’s quite the decision.”

Yeah, it sure fucking was. But he didn’t dare say that out loud. Not with that warning brimming in their eyes.

Take it back. Or else.

It only empowered him to take a stand. This was his show. They left it. They left him. And when everything seemed lost in the ashes, he found new ground to plant in. He did. Not them. They wouldn’t get the chance to burn it all again, not without a fight.

They took a deep breath and got to their feet. It was a slow walk around their desk to reach him, each step slow and calculated, heels clicking on the floor in a way that made him wince. When their hand touched his face, he flinched, not knowing what to expect. Gentleness certainly wasn’t on the list of possibilities. Or the sweep of their thumb across his cheek, almost tender and loving. It was like they were someone else. Someone from a long past dream.

“But don’t you still love me?” they asked softly as they leaned in closer. Their lips were parted, at if inviting him in for a kiss. It was like a scene from a movie.

A perfectly orchestrated scene. But they’d stolen this role from someone else. And all he could feel was bitterness.

“No,” he said in a breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding. “I don’t.”

They looked devastated. “What?”

“How can I?” Slowly, he took a step back. The space between them grew cold. But he felt warm. Scorching, even. What was making him feel this way? “Back then, I did. I loved you more than anything. But… After all you’ve done, how can you expect me to keep those feelings?”

“Daniel, we can fix this,” they pleaded and grabbed hold of his hands. “It won’t take much, just give me the show and we can be together. Like you always wanted. I promise.”

He stared down at them impassively and wrenched himself out of their grasp. Then he leaned in close and said in a low tone, “No. It’ll never happen. You’ve hollowed me out twice now, and you’re so lucky I can’t even hate you. So either live with your mistakes, or leave. I’ve picked up the pieces of my life once already, don’t think I can’t do it again.”

There was only a moment where he could see that dark look they shot him. Their hand met his cheek with a harsh sting, and he saw nothing but black for the next few seconds.

“You listen to me, Nadiva,” they muttered, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to eye level before he could even blink away the stars in his vision. “I know every little thing about you, and I’ll make sure to break more than just your pathetic little heart. I’ll ruin you, I’ll ruin your fucking show, and most of all, I’ll ruin Snail. Don’t think I won’t find a way. That little ex of theirs isn’t too hard to find, you know.”

Mike? He couldn’t let that happen. Not for anything, his show wasn’t worth more than Snail.

But a thought hit him. Almost like a train, really. And it made him feel sick, absolutely vile, like everything he’d known was a lie.

“Mike was a real asshole. And whenever I did something he didn’t like, he’d get angry.”

Whenever he did something they didn’t like, they’d get angry. They controlled him. They switched back and forth between two different people. The person he used to love, and the one he was terrified of.

They were abusing him. Like Mike abused Snail. As ridiculous as it sounded, that’s what happened. But was it? Was he really sure? Maybe he just misunderstood things. 

Or maybe not.

“Think on it,” they finally said, after a long moment. Their hand went back to his cheek, not stopping even as he flinched. “In the meantime, we need to get this covered. We can’t have anyone seeing the bruise you’ll have.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, eyes glued to the floor. “We sure can’t.”

“Hello, everyone,” he greeted once the cameras started rolling. Though for once, he didn’t use his cheery tone or his Host Smile. The storm of butterflies in his stomach wouldn’t let him. What was he doing? “Before I begin, I’d like to discuss something very important.”

A soft murmur went through the audience. Questions, confusion, curiosity.

“As you all know, someone very important has come back into my life,” he stated carefully. Script placed aside, he looked right into the camera and quickly thought through what he wanted to say. They were watching, and he couldn’t let them catch on too quick. “Without them, this show might not exist, you know.”

Heads nodded behind the bright lights. Everyone knew who he was talking about.

He bounced his leg underneath his desk. All his nervous energy began feeling too hot. “They’ve given me everything. My fame, my fans… And something a little extra.”

Abruptly, he stood, the sound of his chair rolling back almost deafening in the tense silence. Then he strolled to the front of his set, and pointed at the nearest camera. “You, come closer.”

Glancing at the screen, he kept his poise up until his face was perfectly in frame. With a snarl, he used his sleeve to wipe the heavy make-up off his cheek. And oh, the horrified gasp form his audience felt so vindicating.

“This is their latest gift,” he hissed, pointing to the disgustingly reddish-purple bruise. “But oh, maybe I should list off everything else they’ve given me too. Insomnia, anxiety, heartbreak, isolation. It goes on and on and on.”

“Sir,” the cameraman said in a soft whisper, “I’m getting orders to cut the feed.”

“Don’t,” he snapped, fists clenched at his side. “No one has any idea what they’ve done to me. But I’ll fucking tell you all! It’s a real story!”

He could see the lights of the other cameras turning off. But that didn’t matter. He just needed the one.

“I haven’t slept well in weeks,” he said. All the pent up energy made him pace back and forth, run his hands through his hair, gesture wildly as he talked. “Every single fucking day, they ask me to revise and rework scripts that are already good enough. They drag me to events, they make me say and do things I don’t want to, or else they’ll spill my deepest secrets. But guess what, fucker! You can’t do that if I tell the whole world!”

No one seemed to know what to do. The members of his audience went deathly quiet, eye firmly locked onto him.

“I used to be a slut!” It felt like a heavy weight was taken off of him. He might’ve just ruined his reputation, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to care. “It’s real fucking easy to get into my pants, but you know what? I don’t give a single flying fuck who knows it!”

All his anger suddenly left him. cold emptiness took over as he thought about Snail. They probably hated him, and he knew that. But he still wished he could go back to that night and stay. To have a second chance and not ruin the greatest thing that had happened to him.

“Since now,” he whispered after a long moment, head hung, “I’m all alone. There’s no one left I can turn to. I burned all my bridges for them. And what do I have to show for it?”

“Daniel!”

Fear froze him in place. On the screen, he could see them stalking closer, more pissed than he’d ever seen them. To save face, he quickly cut to commercial, and steeled himself for what was about to happen. Sure enough, they grabbed his arm and gave a quick apology to the audience before dragging him off to deal with his outburst.

For the second time that day, Daniel sat at his desk and gave his usual greeting. Really, he was lucky to have a second chance. Sure, he’d had outbursts on his show before, but none like that. And after their talk with him, they gave him the opportunity to make up for it.

He was just stressed. Tired. Not quite there. And unfit to take care of his show, obviously. All he had to do was get through this episode, then he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.

Things would get better.

Lies spilled from his mouth to ensure that. Oh, yes, he used make-up to create that fake bruise. Yes, he was just a little angry at them for making him do a little extra work. No, they never threatened to reveal any of his secrets. This was all orchestrated by him. An irrational plan, a temper-tantrum. He’d had his fair share of those before. Nothing new.

Right as he was about to actually get into his script, a voice stopped him. Too familiar, coming from stage left.

“Daniel?”

Slowly, he turned, and he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Snail. There they were, looking like they wanted to be anywhere else. An intern stood next to them- she probably led them there- before skittering off. They stepped forward, onto his set. A spotlight shone down on them, and they squinted while raising a hand up to block it from their eyes.

“We need to talk,” they said quietly, as if they didn’t want to be heard by the cameras. “Like, now.”

“I can’t,” he practically whimpered, sinking down just a bit. They were going to be so angry at him. He couldn’t do it again. “Just go, I’m done with you, there’s no talking, get off my fucking set already!”

They stared him down, unwavering. “The only way I’m leaving is if you come with me.”

A voice from stage right spoke up, making him flinch, “I think security might disagree.”

Never before had he seen such a hateful look on Snail’s face. Their hands balled up into fists as they shouted, “Shut the fuck up! I don’t want to hear shit from the bitch who hurt my boyfriend!”

“Petty insults, how cute,” they said, casually checking their nails. “And surely someone as slow as you could remember that your relationship ended, oh, about a month ago? It’s over, you’re old news. He doesn’t love you anymore.”

Snail even looked at him, desperate for him to deny it. But he couldn’t speak up. It was too much, they’d hurt him. They’d hurt Snail. Everything would go terribly if he intervened.

So he kept quiet.

“Oh, how sad.” They stepped onto the set, closer and closer, until they were right next to him, hands on his shoulder, nails digging in, a silent threat looming over him. “You aren’t winning him back. So save yourself the embarrassment and leave before Daniel calls security on you.”

He was so focused on not breaking down right then and there, he didn’t notice what had happened next until the audience let out a collective gasp. A rush of air, Snail’s sudden closeness, them on the floor with a nasty red mark on their face. It happened to quickly for him to process.

Snail let out a huff and pulled him to his feet. Wordlessly, they wiped off the redone make-up on his face. He turned his head to try and hide the mark, but it was too late. They’d already seen it. And so had everyone else.

Their fingers gingerly brushed against the bruise, too soft. He couldn’t meet their eyes. What were they even thinking? How could they be so gentle with him? Shouldn’t they be angry? Livid, even? He left them out of nowhere. He hurt them more than either of them ever thought he would.

But that didn’t seem to matter to them. They took his hand anyway and started to lead him along with a soft “come on”.

Although there was one last bridge to cross.

“If you go,” they said, grabbing his attention as they shakily got to their feet. “I’ll make sure your show dies right here and now. You’ll never air again, you fucking hear me!? I’ll hunt you down wherever you fucking go and ruin you!”

His hand tightened around Snail’s. Any other time, he felt like he would’ve caved. But he couldn’t now. Not with everything out in the open. Not with Snail there next to him.

“Then start hunting,” he said, as he turned away. “Because this show is mine, and you’ll have to rip it from my cold, dead hands.”

Before they could get another word in, Snail pulled him along, brushing past anyone who tried to stop them or ask questions. Their thumb swept across the back of his hand while they asked, “My place, or yours?”

“Yours,” he whispered, voice now shaky as all confidence left him. “Please?”

“Sure thing.”

“My apartment’s a mess,” Snail warned, giving him a side-glance as they unlocked the door. “So, uh… Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” he mumbled. A messy apartment wouldn’t be that bad. Not after what he’d already been through. “I mean, I’ve seen worse.”

One look inside made him out to be a liar. It was a disaster. Like the first time he’d walked in, only a thousand times worse. What happened? Why did they let it get this far? Was it because of him?

“Make yourself at home,” they said with a gentle nudge against his back. “I’m gonna go get dinner for us. Lock the door and stay safe, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Numb. It took up all that time to find the world for how he felt, but that was it. Had this day really happened? Was he just dreaming? Or more accurately, having a nightmare? What was going on?

He didn’t know. But once they took for the stairs, he shut the door behind himself and triple checked the lock. Just in case. As much as he wanted to get comfortable, he just couldn’t. So he had to at least make himself useful.

The trash that littered the place seemed like a good start. He easily found the garbage bags and got to work, willing himself to focus on the task. Soda cans, chip bags- each thing he picked up made his skin crawl. Especially when there were bugs on them.

And to make matters worse, there were even bits of broken glass on the floor, right next to a shelf. He carefully picked up the larger chunks with a heavy sigh. As soon as they got back, he’d tell them off for this. There were even shard on the shelf, around a knocked over picture frame. Clearly, it had to go. So he picked it up, and tossed it in with the rest of the trash.

But squashed underneath of it were two shards of a photo. He picked up both pieces and took a look. On one half, a smiling Snail. On the other half him. Just as happy, if a bit flustered.

A memory flooded back to him.

“Hey, Daniel, let’s take a picture!”

“Why? This isn’t a special occasion, you know.”

“I think it’s special because I get to be with you.”

“...You’re such a sap. Alright, fine. Let me go get dressed, then.”

“Nope! I want a picture of you in your cute pajamas!”

“Oh my god… You better not show this to anyone.”

“I won’t!”

A teardrop fell onto the picture. Then another. And three more. The harder Daniel tried to hold them back, the more they came out.

Eventually, he broke. With a sob, he held the picture close to his chest and just let himself cry. It hurt as much as it felt cathartic. He couldn’t have that again. No, he’d ruined it. He was lucky Snail saved him, even gave a damn enough to feel pity for him. After this, he’d have to go again. But he didn’t want to, why couldn’t he just stay? He’d give up everything he had if it meant they’d take him back. But that wouldn’t be an option.

He had to live with his mistakes.

“Daniel, shit, what’s wrong?”

They had barely gotten a hand on his shoulder when he turned and held onto them like they’d disappear. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered, tears still rolling down his face and dropping onto their shirt. “I’m so fucking sorry, Snail. I just left you and I shouldn’t have let them convince me to, I should’ve stayed, and I’m so sorry. Please, don’t hate me, I still love you more than anything, I just…”

No more words. Only sobs, broken apologies, whimpers, pathetic cries. Snail rubbed his back in soothing circles, but it was still a good ten minutes before he even calmed down the slightest bit.

“Let’s sit down,” they said as they guided him to the couch. They handed him a sandwich from the bag in their hands. “And once you’re ready, you can tell me all about them.”

With a sniffle, he nodded and dug in, not even caring of the sandwich was from some garbage fast food place. Had he even eaten that day? Or the day before? He couldn't remember, but the answer was most likely no.

He got about halfway through before he felt full. And since Snail didn’t seem to be eating, he figured right then would be a good time to start opening up.

“So, I figured you saw my… Episode earlier,” he started off with a hesitant glance over at them.

“Yeah,” they sighed out. For a quick second, they focused on his bruise. “I did.”

“Well, there’s not much more for me to say,” he mumbled as he set his sandwich aside. “When they helped me get my start, I fell for them. And they used it. Promised me a bright future, and worked me half to death. Stressed me out, made me angry for viewership, isolated me from everyone else. Kinda like what they did to me this past month. And when I denied them full control over my show, they left. Like I didn’t even matter to them.”

Snail’s hand found his. “Fucking hell…”

“This time,” he continued and brought his hand up to his face, “they tried to pull the ‘don't you love me’ card to get my show. And it didn’t work. So they…”

“No need to explain,” they said softly. “I mean… They did that and you still stood up to them? Holy shit, Daniel, you have no fucking idea how brave that is.”

He almost wanted to laugh at that. Him? Brave? No. He was just a fucking idiot who couldn’t stop making mistakes. Speaking of…

“What now?” he asked after a long moment. “Are we… ? Officially over now?”

They looked over at him, obviously surprised. Then they shrugged. “I mean, we never actually ended it, so… No. I don’t think so.”

“But I left you,” he mumbled, now turned away. He felt sick. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I-”

“Hey,” they said softly, one hand under his chin to make him look them in the eye. “You owed me one anyway. And yeah, it fucking hurt, but like… Knowing everything now, I can’t really blame you.”

“I can,” he sighed out. His shoulders shook with the sob he tried to hold back. Now was not the time to break down again. So he held their hand tight. “And I swear, I’m going to make it up to you. But… Fuck, it’s going to have to be after this fight for my show.”

“That’s okay,” they said, with a soft kiss to his face. “You’ve got plenty of time to make it up to me, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time in a long while, he smiled. Even if it was through a stream of tears. “And I’m not either. I promise.”

#smash buddies #pt18 #snailbitch #fic

[trapmoon-vibez-blog]

🙃 Disturbed 🙃

Warning: violence.

It's been 6 months since you have been stuck in this cell, you have been trying your very best to stay strong, hoping that J would come for you, but months has pass and there was no signs of J coming for your rescue.Each day you blamed yourself for getting caught, if only you had listened to J.

That day you decided to going out to buy groceries for you and J for a intimate dinner date at home, so you snuck out of the penthouse, thinking you could handle this little journey to the super market without J's annoying goons following behind you, and everything went smoothly until you was on your way back home and Batman warned you to come with him to Arkham asylum quietly.Of course you refused and tried to fight him which ultimately ended in you getting knocked out and brought to this asylum of the criminally insane.Ever since then this place was a hell hole.Batman brought you here to lure out J and to get you 'help' for you 'unhealthy' relationship with J but J wasn't abusive or cruel to you anymore, he knew you was a innocent girl so he didn't force you to be a criminal and you didn't force him to change, he just wanted your love and affection as much as you wanted his.So why couldn't people understand that? it's not illegal to fall in love.

You was currently laying on your bed in fetal position, when a guard unlocked your cell door "get up, it's time for your session with your doctor." he demanded.You backed away shaking your head 'no' frantically, he walked over to your cowering form "get your ass up!" he grabbed you, and you try to fight him but he over powered you and pulled you out of your cell, bringing you to that devil you call Hugo Strange.

You clawed at him and screeched "I don't wanna go! let me go!" you knew that doctor was going to torture you again just like the other times, but each time you came back to his office he had a new way of playing with your mind.As soon as you was getting closer towards his office, you felt yourself panic "p-please, I don't wanna go in there!" you begged but the guard ignored your cries and slammed you in the chair, strapping your neck, arms, and legs to the chair.You couldn't move and you knew that bastard had something planned for you today and it didn't seem good. "What is going on! get this off me!" you glared at the guard, who started to leave the room "hey get back over here you dip shit! what is this?!" you screamed but he ignored you, so you started to look at your surrounding nervously and notice this room was different.Wait, this room doesn't look familiar at all, what is this place? what exactly is this doctor planning to do to me? I m panicking, I can't take no more of those injections...it's makes my brain feel weird.I can't take anymore of that torture, he calls therapy.All he is doing is trying to break me.That bastard doesn't seem to care about my health, all he wants is a test subject.I've gotta be strong until J gets me, then the pain will go away and everything will be alright.

"Good morning Y/n, I hear you was giving the guard a bit of trouble, is everything okay?" you thoughts was interrupted when you heard Hugo, you shot him a hateful glare, trying to get out of the restraints and just wrap your hands around his throat, squeezing it until the fucker gasp his last breath."Cut the crap, you don't give a shit about me!" you yelled, watching cautiously as he pulled a chair up in front of you, "Y/n that's were your wrong I care about all my patients." he said in a calm tone, that seem to piss you off even more "I'm not your fucking patient, I don't deserve to be here, I'm not insane and this is illegal!" you yelled.He stared at you for awhile as if he was analyzing you"you are sick, but worry not we will cure you of  your sickness and you'll be on the road towards recovery."

"Why do you keep saying that?! I'm not sick!" he shook his head "of course you are, I couldn't imagine the pain you must have endure being with the Joker, seeing all those murders happening right in your very eyes, his explosive temper that always seems to be directed towards you, all those bruises you must've had, the mental torture you endure when he kidnapped you and your family...oh your poor family, he killed them in cold blood and made you watch as he tortured them. All just because of his obsession for you."

you looked down and bit your lip, drawing blood "b-but it's not like that anymore! he loves me, he would never hurt me on purpose, it was a mistake!"

Hugo looked at you with slight amusement "loves you? if he loved you, why haven't he came back to get you, in another 6 more months it will be a year since you first been admitted here." when you didn't reply he continued "shouldn't he have sacrificed himself for your happiness? instead he seems to be back with his original queen Harley Quinn, they was causing quiet a bit of trouble in Gotham.It's as if you was completely forgotten by your lover. You glared at him with tears blurring your vision "you are a fucking liar! he would never do that! never! never! never!" you spoke with venom in your tone but the doctor didn't seem phased, but why would he your strapped to a chair, completely vulnerable and at the will of his mercy. "You knew there is truth to what I say, why does he need someone as replaceable as you...he can create many other 'toys' who will obsess over him, he doesn't want you nor does he need you." you ignored him, but that didn't stop him from spilling poison out of his mouth "don't you owe it to your family to get better and leave the man that killed everyone you love for his own benefits." you shook your head 'no' frantically "he's changed...he's not the old J, the scary one."

"How do you know that Y/n, what if he is lying to you? what if that scary J come back again and hurt you, just like before?" you looked up at him with tears falling down your eyes "stop doing this to me...why are you tormenting me? do you like seeing me suffer? you sick fuck!" you croaked. "We are not here to torment you, were here to help." Hugo looked at his watch "as a matter of fact it's time for treatment, but this time we will try something different." you looked up at him shocked "something different? what are you talking about?!" he got up from his seat, walking towards the door "don't worry Y/n you're in good hands." he closed the door before you could question him further.You put your head down in despair, remembering all the horrors Hugo put you through and you was able to tough it out.But you couldn't lie and say you wasn't scared, actually every time you saw him you felt uneasy.This man did everything in his power to break you and one torture would be worse then the other and even illegal, he would cut down your meals to once every week, only supplying you with water every 3 days, keeping you in your cell daily.Just when you thought that was as worse as it could get he would prove you wrong and give even more hellish treatment, by inflicting varies amount of pain on you till you either give in or pass out, he would even force you to listen to J's numerous tapes of him killing his victims and he would even have the guards beat you up and threaten to murder you in your sleep just cause you was dating the Joker, they didn't care that there cruel words scared you nor did they care about the many sleepless nights you had.

"Why are you doing this to me Hugo?! WHY!" you screamed, feeling all your anguish resurface back, making your strong will dwindle.Then you heard a speaker click on "didn't you ever think the Joker is to blame for all your misfortunes, you wouldn't be here if he hadn't did those horrible things to you, you wouldn't have lost your family if it wasn't for him, you could've been living your normal happy life but then he came in and twisted your life for his on amusement, if you wanna blame someone blame the Joker, it's all his fault, he made you live in fear, he belittle you, abused you and took everything you had, he's a monster.Who took a innocent girl and preyed on your kindness, using it to his advantage.It's all the Joker's fault, he's a monster." and just as you was about to strongly disagree, an orderly came into the room quickly putting a strange contraption over your head, locking it closed.Everything was pitch black and your breaths came out in heavy pants, Mr.J please come soon...I don't know how long I can stay strong, I'm scared.

"You're probably wondering what is on your head, but don't worry this is the latest prototype I've made specifically for you, cause you have been resisting are standard treatment and I felt like we needed to give you something unorthodox." He spoke but there seemed to be a speaker inside the device that's on your head."What are you talking about? you're not suppose to do that?!" you yelled nervously, hearing  your voice echo throughout your head because of the enclosed device."Oh but I can if it's to help my patients, now let us continue your therapy." you remained silent, worrying about what this man was planning.

"Now Y/n I'm going to ask you a series of questions and I want your honest reply." you didn't respond so he took your silence as a 'yes'.

"Did the Joker ever kidnap you and your family?"

"Yes."you replied through gritted teeth "you already know that, so why are you asking me?" he ignored you and continued his questions.

"Did you resist him and was that the reason he murdered your family?"

"Y-yes."

"Did he abuse you for weeks?"

"....Yes." you didn't like his questions at all, they made you uncomfortable and brought back memories you had suppressed.

"Did he ever use electroshock therapy on you?"

"No, shut up with these stupid questions!"

"Were you happy before the Joker came into your life?"

"Your the doctor, why don't you tell me!" you said with slight agitation.

"I can tell you are displeased by my questions, so I will ask you the two most important questions and if you get it right then you will be done." you didn't replied so he continued.

"Is the Joker a monster?"

"He's not a fucking monster! he's different now!" you screamed.

"Wrong answer Y/n." your anger diminishes and it's replaced with worry "what are you-" and before you could respond electricity bolted from the side of the contraption zapping the sides of your temple, it didn't hurt as much but it did sting a lot.

"Is it the Joker's fault you're suffering?"

"N-no!" you yelled through the pain, trying to resist giving up.Then he increased the volts and you started to feel the electricity go through out your whole body, the pain was so excruciating.

"Wrong answer, is the Joker a monster?"

You let out a shaky breath "he's not, I love him." and before you could catch a break he doubles the volts for what felt like hours were only mere seconds.He slowly brought it back down to 0.

"Again, is it the Joker's fault you are suffering?"

My brain feels like it's being boiled, my body is numb and everything hurts so much.How much longer can my body go through this and my mind feels so loopy.

"Y/n, answer my question, is it the Joker's fault you are suffering?"

You snapped out of your dazed thought "no."

~

After hours of the constant torturous electroshock therapy, the doctor advanced the 'treatment' to now reciting your life as if it was a story from a grim fairy tale and he would finish it with those two same last questions and after a while you started to lose yourself to insanity.You started to think maybe the doctor was right, the joker is a scary man and he was going to hurt you just like before.Your memories were very hazy but Hugo told you everything about the Joker, that he would never changed, he will continue to murder the innocent and being with him will only increase your sickness and make you suffer.

"Is the Joker a monster?" he questioned.

"Y-yes." you stuttered as drool started to fall down your chin, you could barely hold unto your consciousness.

"Did the Joker cause all of your suffering?"

"Yes, he took me away from my normal life and made me sick." it was hard to complete a full sentence, when your brain felt scattered.

"Do you still love the Joker?"

"He's scary, he'll hurt me again."

"But do you still love him?"

"N-no."

"Good job Y/n I commend you for taking a big step in your treatment, you are done for today." as soon as he said that two guards came in and took the machine off your head and unstrapped you from the restraints, they pulled your limp body of the chair and started to drag your barely unconscious body out of the room.

"She looks fucked up." the first guard replied while looking at you, everything looked so blurry and there voices sounded so distant.

"I gotta give it to Dr.Strange he works miracles, this bitch used to be so feisty.Look at her now." the second guard chuckled.  

"I wouldn't call this a miracle." the first guard said.

"It's a miracle if it makes are jobs easier." the second guard laughed.

"You got that right Griggs!" the first guard joined the fit of laughter.

Finally they made it towards your cell and they placed you on your bed.

Griggs smirked at the first guard "she's not that bad looking now that she lost the attitude."

The first guard laughed "Kept Griggs jr in your pants, before you get fired."

"Yeah I will," Griggs replied.

The first guard patted Griggs shoulder and left the cell, as Griggs followed behind and locked you in you cell.

As soon as they left you drifted off to sleep, no longer the same old Y/n you used to be.

Author's note

Hey~ I decided to make another part to disturbed because I didn't wanna make it too long, the next ch may have the Joker's POV not sure yet, but I will be playing around with this story, I actually have three versions of this same concept. I may post those two on a later date if I remember :P I was originally gonna to do a funny story that came to mind but I cut it off short because I wanted to practice my angsty writing, I have been putting Disturbed mini series off for quiet a bit (cause once a story comes to mind I drop the original one I thought of and end up doing another).I've made a Gotham imagines that I really should update, but me being a neglectful author...I'm didn't update yet.

P.s. my bad if there is grammar mistakes I didn't really proof read, it's 2:00 am and I'm dead tired.

for more https://www.wattpad.com/story/108668229-joker-imagines-%F0%9F%92%9A

#joker x reader #joker imagines #jared leto joker

[ohdizzy]

Orange You Sweet

Title: Orange You Sweet Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin Rating: PG-13 Genre: Witch AU, Fantasy, Romance, Crack, Dramedy, Fluff Wordcount: 2,700+  Chapter: 1/4 

Summary:

Min Yoongi is a simple man. There are things he likes, and things he doesn’t. 

For example: Purple silk? Hate. Oranges? Love with every fibre of his body. Accidental potion drinking? Horrible, terrible, 10/10 would not recommend.

Cute boys who try to steal your oranges, oh—and happen to be a fucking witch? Well, that’s a little more complicated.

Read at: ao3 or under the cut! 

Time: Saturday, 11.47pm

Location: Somewhere approximately 328ft above Gangnam, Seoul

There aren’t many things Park Jimin is afraid of.

Maybe it boils down to the fact that despite being slender in stature and somewhat vertically disadvantaged, Jimin is a goddamn fucking powerful witch—powerful to the point where he’s confident he could take down a starved vampire, a horny werewolf, and maybe even a minor demon in one go. With his eyes closed. And his dominant hand tied behind his back.

(And he’s not boasting, no matter what Jeongguk says. It’s not fucking showing off, either. It’s something called telling the truth and maybe Jeongguk would be aware of that if he’d tried telling the truth for once in his goddamn life, thank you very much.)

Regardless of the reason why, Park Jimin isn’t afraid of many things. In fact, there’s only one thing he’s really scared of—heights.

It probably comes down to the fact that Jimin is in an environment where he isn’t in control and therefore completely out of his fucking element. The dizziness Jimin feels when he looks down from his broomstick whenever he’s forced to fly, coupled with a crippling sense of fear and impending doom, doesn’t really help, either.

So of course it makes sense that on the one day Jimin is forced to fucking fly, the wind also happens to be fucking blowing like it’s nobody’s goddamn business, as he treks across two fucking provinces to get to some client that lives in the goddamn middle of nowhere.  

And of course the one day Jimin is forced to face his fear of flying is the day he steps on his stupid familiar’s tail—nevermind the fact that Jeongguk was the one who had been lurking around Jimin’s feet the entire time, hissing at his client in a sad, pathetic little attempt to assert his feline dominance. But as always, it’s Jimin’s fuckin’ fault and now he has to put up with Jeongguk’s continuous attempts to kill Jimin every time he wraps his fucking tail around Jimin’s eyes, obscuring his vision for several heart stopping moments.

Of-fucking-course.

“For the last fucking time,” Jimin growls, after he’s gathered enough courage to bring a shaking hand up in an attempt to rip Jeongguk’s tail off his face. “Fucking stop before I throw you back into the pits of hell where you belong. Literally.”

Jimin fucking hates riding broomsticks.

Not only does the handle of the broom give Jimin a wedgie so intense he’s forced to waddle around for the next couple of days, but there’s just so much more pazazz when he uses portals to arrive in front of his clients in a cloud of red smoke, so that he can actually fucking stand upright. Oh, and let’s not forget his fucking fear of heights, either.

Jeongguk doesn’t really seem to give a shit, snickering meanly at the poorly concealed panic in Jimin’s voice. Fucker.

“Yeah, well, that’s what you get for stepping on my tail,” Jeongguk sniffs from where he’s comfortably perched on Jimin’s shoulder. “You didn’t even say sorry to me. Rude.”

Most of the time, Jimin would indulge him, since he’s always been annoyingly soft on his familiar. It’s because the cat aspect of him is cute—jet black with huge, expressive blue eyes, it’s kind of hard not to fall in love with Jeongguk’s exterior, even if he’s a mean-spirited minor demon bound and chained to the cat’s body to serve Jimin for eternity. But, you know. Details.

“You fucking goddamn motherfuckin’ shit ass punk, listen here,” Jimin snarls over the wind. “When we get home, I am going to magick you into a fucking frog and I’m not gonna turn you back for an entire day. How’s that fucking sound, huh?”

Jimin is bringing out the big guns and fighting dirty because he’s tired and pissed (and fucking scared) and Jeongguk being an obnoxious little fucker is really messing with Jimin’s juju. Jimin scoffs at Jeongguk’s frightened hiss smugly.

Jimin silently sends up a prayer of thanks to Tupac or Jason Derulo or whichever god is listening in because seriously—if it weren’t for Jeongguk’s obscure and slightly questionable fear of frogs Jimin would probably have killed Jeongguk by now (or at least banished him into the deepest, darkest depths of hell where he fucking belongs).

That’s right, Jimin sneers meanly to Jeongguk through their telepathic link. Know your place, little froggy.

Jeongguk doesn’t reply, but Jimin can feel his thoughts—he’s imagining going home and ‘accidently’ knocking over a potion Jimin spent a month creating—and Jeongguk has another fucking thing coming if he thinks he’s gonna be getting away with that.  

“I hope you like eating flies, you little punk-ass,” Jimin says spitefully, turning to look at Jeongguk in the eye, “because I’m going to turn you into a fucking frog and I’m not going to turn you back until—”

“Jimin!” Jeongguk suddenly hisses, claws digging into Jimin’s shoulder painfully.

Jimin whips his head around just in time to see a huge flock of birds flying straight for them. His eyes widen in fear and he can distantly hear Jeongguk spitting out curses in some demon language he never bothered studying.

Did he mention he was afraid of birds as well?

He has just enough time to whisper out an oh fucking shit, before he smashes into the birds. It’s disgusting, so fucking disgusting—he can feel their grease covered wings flapping in his face, the rank smell of their feathers filling his nose, a mix of their indignant squawking and Jeongguk’s frightened yowls rattling his eardrums—before he’s suddenly falling, falling, falling from the sky, plummeting straight for the houses below.

Park Jimin isn’t afraid of many things, but when he is afraid, he’s not afraid to tell the fucking world. Or rather, show the world –

By screaming at the goddamn top of his lungs, flailing wildly, grabbing fistfuls of the air whizzing past him in some sad attempt to stop himself from falling. There’s a tiny part of him—the tiny part that isn’t addled by a mixture of fear or disgust—that’s a little embarrassed for himself.

Like, he’s fucking thrashing about in the air hysterically, his open mouth drooling uncontrollably. On top of that, the air pressure makes it harder for him to open his eyes fully. He can feel his cheek fat literally vibrating from the force of the air. Yep. Definitely not a sexy look.

“Have you fucking lost your fucking mind,” Jeongguk screams. “Use your fucking magick you goddamn useless fucking witch, what the fuck—”

Oh. Right.

Magick.

He’s a witch.

“Fuck,” Jimin tries to yell. It’s really hard to form the consonants and vowels of words when his mouth is wrenched open by the pressure of the wind, so Jeongguk screaming profanities at the top of his tiny, feline lungs is rather impressive. “I forgot I was a witch for a second!”

He grabs Jeongguk by the scruff of the neck, pulling him close and curling up into a protective ball around Jeongguk. While Jimin is a witch and has protective runes inked onto his body and probably has a higher chance of surviving the fall, Jeongguk is still technically a cat. And while he’d love to test out the theory that cats always land on four feet, Jimin feels that this is neither the time nor the place to do so.

The ground is alarmingly close to Jimin now, the houses growing bigger and bigger by the second. It’s definitely too late for a levitating spell—not that Jimin remembers what that is, anyways. What he does remember (vaguely) is a cushioning spell. Same thing, right?

“Wanchungjae—”

Jimin is cut off as he smashes headfirst into something that scratches every surface of his body. It’s surprisingly not as painful as he imagined—he thought he would’ve broken every bone in his body since he wasn’t able to complete his spell. But turns out, he’s more powerful than even he himself gave credit for, so there’s one good thing that came out of this clusterfuck. Jimin has always been a bit of an optimist.

And turns out, from what he can feel, he’s only broken two rib bones, dislocated his shoulder bone, broken his wrist and pulled just about every fucking muscle and ligament in his body.

Just kidding, what the fuck, his entire fucking body is on fire.

Jimin lets out a loud, pained groan as his shoulder pops back into place with an audible crack—at least the healing runes seem to be working. Even Jeongguk is mewling pathetically, pain throbbing through their link loud and clear.

Jimin is thinking of forcing himself to get up and work on healing himself, and somehow contacting Taehyung to come pick him up when his head bumps against something. Jimin’s head jerks up and he finds himself staring at the ripest, prettiest orange he’s ever seen in his entire life. He looks around his surroundings, nearly laughing in disbelief when he realises where he is.

He’s stuck between branches. Like, tree branches.

This is some motherfuckin’ Harry Potter shit.

What the fuck.

If Jimin wasn’t in so much fucking pain right now, he’d probably be laughing himself sick with the goddamn irony of it all.

The manic laughter threatening to bubble from his chest dies from his lips when he sees his legs.

“Fuck,” Jimin moans, staring with wide eyes at the two mangled limbs before him. “Fuck.”

Jimin is about to turn his attention to Jeongguk—who seems to be alright, save for a nasty cut on his right ear—when someone runs out of the small, two-storey apartment screaming hysterically. Jimin (and Jeongguk) nearly jumps out of his fucking skin at the goddamn sheer dog-whistle pitch and level of hysteria the person is screaming at, and he’d be kind of impressed if he wasn’t so fucking terrified.

To Jimin’s disappointment, the guy is kind of cute. If you look past the hysterical screaming and arm waving, that is. It’s always the cute ones that are fuckin’ crazy, damnit.

It doesn’t help the cute guy’s case that he’s wearing Cony the Bunny pyjamas and is aggressively brandishing a stapler at him like a fucking weapon.

“—oranges,” Mr Cony is screaming. “I’ll fucking tear you into pieces if you even think about touching my fucking babies, my pride and joy, my—”

“Can you chill for one fucking second,” Jimin yells back, despite the throbbing pain in his left rib. “I’m not stealing your goddamn oranges, Jesus fuck.”

Without even missing a beat, Mr Cony continues to scream, “Then why the fuck are you in my orange tree, huh? Answer that you fucking thief scum!”

The distraught screaming is really doing a number on Jimin. He can feel himself turning an uncomfortably bright shade of red, his eyebrows coming together to form an unibrow of discomfort. He just wants to magick himself out of the fucking tree, goddamnit, but he can’t do that, especially in front of a human—a fucking human brandishing a stapler at him out of all things. That’s like, fucking asking to get thrown in jail. And while Jimin is all about illegal proclivities, he finds himself a little hesitant breaking the law so defiantly (he likes to think that he’s a little more on the lowkey side of things).

“I can’t fucking believe you had the nerve to come into my home, steal my oranges, and then try to tell me you’re not stealing them. What the fuck?!” Mr Cony continues to shriek at a distressingly loud pitch. “And—and why the fuck are you dressed like that? What the fuck? You’re not fucking subtle at all!”

Well fuck you too, Jimin thinks sourly to himself. He had gone out of his way to dress nicely today—as he always does when he has a client—and even Jeongguk, who always had something mean to say about Jimin’s outfits had nodded grudgingly in approval, so he’s not too sure what Mr Cony’s problem is (though, judging from the pyjamas he’s wearing, Jimin assumes that his problem is his horrifyingly tragic fashion taste).

He looks down at his velvet blazer and ass hugging tailor-made dress pants. Fuck that, Jimin is fucking cute as fuck today and if Mr Cony thinks Jimin is going to sit around (or more correctly, lie mangled in an orange tree) and let himself get dissed like he’s on Unpretty Rapstar by some goof wearing the goddamn ugliest pyjamas he’s ever seen, well, he’s got another thing coming.

“Why the fuck not?” Jimin yells right back. “Let me tell you one fucking thing, Mr Cony. What I’m wearing is probably more expensive than your entire fucking closet and looks a fuckton better than your stupid pyjamas!”

Jimin feels liberated the moment he’s done yelling but it lasts for a grand total of 0.2 seconds, as Mr Cony steps forward towards Jimin, his expression downright murderous, and suddenly Jimin wonders if he should’ve kept his big mouth shut. Jimin would probably be shaking in his (expensive Gucci, holla) boots if he weren’t the tiniest bit aroused by Mr Cony’s anger. Just the teensiest bit. Angry Mr Cony is a hot Mr Cony.

Jimin can feel Jeongguk’s disbelief filtering in through their telepathic link.

Are you for fucking real? You’re turned on by Mr Cony? Jeongguk scoffs through their link and Jimin pokes Jeongguk viciously.

“My vitamin babies,” Mr Cony starts, his voice low and seething with anger, “are my fucking pride and joy, and I won’t have anyone”—he jabs threateningly in Jimin’s direction—“steal or damage them, no matter how badly dressed they are.”

Vitamin babies? Jesus fuck, Jimin is dealing with a psychopath.

“Badly dressed?” Jimin starts, disbelief dripping from his voice. “First of all—”

Unfortunately for Jimin (and fortunately for Mr Cony), he never gets to shut down Mr Cony with the ultimate slam dunk of insults because Jeongguk decides that it’s a great moment to pop his head up and speak up.

“Wow,” Jeongguk says, clearly equal parts impressed and annoyed, “he sounds like a fucking villain from Scooby Doo.”

Jimin doesn’t even bother asking him how the fuck he knows Scooby Doo—Jimin figures he has more pressing issues to worry about—namely, Jimin’s argument (that will shut Mr Cony down). He has a few impressing insults lined up and he can’t afford to waste any time or else he’ll forget them. Jimin isn’t too worried about Jeongguk talking either, because Jeongguk always remembers to apply glamours to conceal himself from humans.

Well, Jimin isn’t worried until Mr Cony’s face goes as white as a sheet, eyes widening in terror and shock. Mr Cony stumbles back a few steps, raising a shaking finger towards Jeongguk.

“Your—your fucking cat just s-spoke,” He splutters in disbelief and Jimin is going to fucking kill Jeongguk when they go home.

“Uh—”

“Why the fuck am I the only one that’s fucking freaking out,” Mr Cony screeches so loudly it surpasses a dog whistle and just transcends onto another level of sound that hasn’t yet been discovered by man. “Your fucking. Cat. Just. Spoke.”

Jimin’s head throbs. All this because he had to ride a fucking broomstick today.

“You must be more traumatised at me not stealing your oranges that you thought,” Jimin laughs nervously, glaring at Jeongguk who looks far too amused for his own good. “My cat didn’t talk, that’s fucking crazy.”

Mr Cony laughs scathingly—and a little hysterically, too. “Don’t fucking patronize me, your cat just fucking spoke.”

But he sounds a little hesitant and Jimin knows if he can somehow cast a confusion spell on Mr Cony he can successfully convince him that he didn’t hear anything.

But at that moment, Jeongguk decides to pop his head up again, a shit-eating grin gracing his features.

“But cats don’t speak,” Jeongguk says gleefully. “What the fuck have you been smoking, Mr Cony?”

God fucking damnit.

Mr Cony stumbles back, pure, unadulterated terror flitting across his features. He opens his mouth and lets out the most chilling, blood-curdling, horror movie worthy scream that lasts for an even more impressive seven seconds, before his eyes roll to the back of his head. He teeters unstably for a second before collapsing like a fucking ragdoll, passing out in the most dramatic fashion right there and then.

Jeongguk bursts out into laughter, absolutely howling with mirth.

Great.

Just fucking great.

#Bangtan fic #bts fic #yoonmin #yoonmin fic #wewoeooeowoeieee i hope you guys like this!!! <3 #fic

[a-forlorn-soul]

A Wanderer’s Tale - Entry 1

“Shite,” he swore under his breath as he ducked behind a partially collapsed wall.

“Ah think t’e fucker went dat way!”

“Well then go and get him you moron!”

“Ya can go an’ fuck yerself,” came the grumbled response before footsteps started making their way down the ruined hall.

All he had wanted was to search through some of the floating ruins of Nym to try and find an intact aethercell, that was all. Instead he was now skulking as best as he could to avoid being spotted. It was just his luck that he had managed to stumble onto a bunch of smugglers using the decaying keep as a place to store their goods. For the moment he just hoped Faran was okay where he had left the bird. The chocobo was his only way out of this mess after all, so if he wasn’t alright he was definitely in trouble.

Loki’s eye narrowed when the sounds of the approaching steps were nearly on top of him. The air around him was shimmering from his attempt at using a glamour spell to hide himself, but that wouldn’t help if they could hear him. “Ah coulda swore he went dis way…” the smuggler grunted in confusion, “Fuckin’ ‘ells, t’e boss ain’t gonna be happy.”

Still muttering under his breath the smuggler continued down the ruined hallway allowing Loki to let out a sigh of relief once he was out of earshot. He was safe for now, but he needed to get moving quick. Releasing his hold on the glamour he peaked out from the pile of rubble he had ducked behind to scan his surroundings. Thankfully it was clear that he was completely alone for the moment, not that it was likely going to remain that way for too long.

In one hand he clutched his pouch tightly, holding close the find he had made before stumbling onto the smugglers. The other kept a firm grip on the hilt of his modified sword. “If they are goin’ to be lookin’ for me… mayhap I can just scale down the outside wall rather than tryin’ to make it out through the ground floor,” he whispered to himself in thought.

Darting down a darkened hall he started to wind his way through the ruins for the roof. Every so often he had to duck back into the shadows to avoid those still searching for him, probably out of fear that he might turn them into the Maelstrom. A smirk tugged at his lips each time he gave them the slip since that was his plan. Still, the constant use of glamour spells was proving to be taxing after a while and was slowly draining his aether reserves. If he didn’t get out of there soon it was going to start getting ugly. He was so close to safety too, just a little bit further and he’d be free.

“I must say you’ve given my men quite the workout. Impressive indeed.”

His eyes went wide at the sound of the voice behind him before spinning around to face the speaker. “Who are ya?!” he demanded as he drew his blade from its scabbard.

A soft chuckle answered him and a tall figure stepped out of the shadows. Dark skinned and dark haired the Duskwight used his features perfectly to his advantage in the near pitch black corridors. Only his violet eyes cut through the darkness to give him away. “It matters not. All that does matter is that you won’t be giving our storage area away to the Maelstrom,” the Elezen stated.

“Stoppin’ me ain’t gonna be as easy as ya think,” he shot back.

“Is that so? Good, it would be a pity if you didn’t at least put up a little bit of a fight.”

A snarl escaped Loki at that and he fell into a readied stance, though he held his ground. “If that’s the way it’s gonna be, then let’s get to it.”

“My my, so impatient. There’s no need to hasten to your death,” the head smuggler taunted.

Darkness fled from the hall as a blinding bright blue light poured forth from the pieces of Allagan technology fused onto his blade. Aether coursed through the weapon even as his knees bent to start lunging towards the Duskwight. There was no thinking anymore at this point, it was all instinct and it told him that the man was trying to stall for more time. He wasn’t about to give him that time.

This whistling sound is what saved him from being struck head on, and yet his reckless charge had cost him. An arrow had been fired from the darkness beyond the Elezen and tipped through the leather armor protecting his thigh. Not only did this bring his charge to a halt but it also left him wide open, not to mention the fact that he had extremely poor footing now. Even as he attempted to correct this the lead smuggler exploited the advantage by quickly pulling out a pistol to fire off three rounds at close range.

White hot pain lanced through him as he only managed to deflect one of the bullets with his blade, causing it to lodge itself in the stone wall. Blood flowed freely from the two gunshot wounds that he took in his side. Despite this they didn’t let up on him at all with the hidden archer firing off an entire volley of arrows. Though he was able to deflect these with a lot more ease than the bullets it still pushed him back further until his back was pressed up against the wall. He was trapped.

“All that talk, and for what? You’re a rat in a trap, nothing more,” sneered the Duskwight without closing the distance, “It seems stopping you was easier than corrupting a Brass Blade.”

To everyone’s surprise Loki laughed. Through the pain he managed to not only keep himself on his feet but actually smirked back at the man. “I ain’t dead yet ya fuckin’ idiot,” he retorted.

“You are far too stubborn for your own good. Oh well… might as well make sure we get rid of all the evidence.” As those words left the Duskwight’s mouth he snapped his fingers to signal someone.

From the side he could feel aether being gathered by someone still lurking out of sight, and he knew it was about to get even worse. Flames roared to life as the mage finished off his spell, launching a blazing sphere down the corridor towards Loki. There was little time to even think, let alone form anything intricate to protect himself. With a grunt he poured as much aether as he could through his blade to create a blast of his own in the hopes of canceling the fire spell out with an equal force.

The combined force of both explosions ripped the aged wall to shreds to create a blast that could be seen from malms away with the outer wall now falling. Thrown to the floor rubble now covered Loki as he tried to recover from it, and by the sounds of it the smugglers were in no better shape for the moment. It took him a bit but he eventually forced himself up to his knees before he could even hope to take stock of the countless injuries he likely had now. After all everything hurt to the point he couldn’t distinguish the individual injuries now.

About the only thing that he was certain of was that he still had a hold of both his sword and the bag of aethercells he was trying to get away with. Smoke and dust continued to cloud his vision as he looked around. It wasn’t until light started to break through the cloud that he realized that he had lost his eye patch in the explosion. The sudden blinding light of the evening sun was already a big enough surprise for him, since he hadn’t expected to destroy an entire wall, but the fact that his right eye hurt from the light caught him completely unawares.

‘Wait,’ he thought to himself in the confusion, ‘My eye… it’s reacting to light.’

The fact that he could see light out of his right eye would normally have been an amazing revelation, yet for the moment all it was doing was hindering him from focusing on the task at hand. Clenching his right eye shut once more he tried to instead turn his attention back to the smugglers who were now finally finding their feet once more. A reprieve was all that he had gotten, he was still trapped in the keep with them unless he found some way to scale the wall without them noticing.

“Fuckin’ ‘ells boss, do ye think ye can keep Marzaza from blowin’ us ta t’e Seven ‘ells?” came the voice of one of the smugglers.

A cough answered the man until the Duskwight’s throat was clear enough to speak. “Believe me if he didn’t die from his own spell he’ll wish he had.”

“Good cause if ye didn’t ah was gonna fuck ‘im up meself.”

“It’s not my fault!” A third voice called out, “The rat did something to try and counter me.”

“We’ll talk about that later, just find out if he’s still alive or not,” the leader demanded in an exasperated voice, clearly not happy with the turn of events.

Since it was still difficult to see in the settling rubble Loki still had time to think, but not much. Nor did he stand a chance in taking them all on at once. At least not in his current condition or with the fact that he was completely out flanked right now. There was only one thing he could think of to get out of this, but to say it was risky would be the world’s largest understatement. ‘Guess it’s time to see how much Rhalgr loves me,’ he thought to himself with a light scoff.

A shrill whistle escaped him in an attempt to call Faran. While this gave him away to the smugglers it was his only hope of living. Well that along with what he had planned next. He took his blade up into both hands and held both of his eyes shut, he needed to concentrate. Summoning every ounce of aether he had left to give he channeled it through both blade and the rings that he wore. The Allagan pieces strained under the force of the aether, not quite being designed to handle what he was doing. With the pressure rapidly increasing from the force of the spell he was forming it would soon reach a breaking point unless released, and even then it ran the chance of backfiring on him.

The sound of a boot nearby on the rubble served as the trigger for his spell. Some of the technology on his blade exploded from the force he unleashed, an explosion of pure white aether washing over the spot he was standing upon. It was a spell that he had never quite mastered even with the proper instruments, and now all he could do was hope that he unleashed enough force to cover his escape. Not to mention hope that he didn’t kill himself in the process.

‘It’s all down to luck now.’

It was the last thought that crossed his mind before the force of the blast blew him out of the keep to start hurtling towards the ground. He couldn’t even see straight let alone think now, everything hurt too much and he had exhausted every bit of strength he had left. Before he lost all consciousness he felt something soft, like a blanket of feathers, press against his face. Perhaps his gambit had paid off, though if it had he’d still need to avoid Nandin like the plague. For now he lost himself in darkness, hopefully to wake soon.

#Loki Arnett #FF14 #FF14 RP #Balmung #Writing #A Wanderer's Tale

[nofearbts-blog]

PROLOGUE.

Before The Biggest Fuck Up

There were seven of us. A gang of prideful bastards you could say; all bonded by experiences – not by blood. Of course, we all have a story as to how we ended up in our little tight circle of ours, however, I’d rather not go into detail with that because well, I don’t give a fuck about any of them anymore. I say that without batting an eyelash. I say it from the deepest and darkest pits of my black little heart. Why? Why – It’s a long story. Long enough that I could possibly tell it for the rest of my life time. Those fucking shitheads are so obsessed with loyalty and wanting to be in each other’s presence that they’d rather not live their own fucking lives and that’s how we got to this fucking point. It was all my fault for being so oblivious and blinded by all the messy shit we got into. I couldn’t have been the only one, right? The only one who wanted to take a break, kick back, have a girl in my arms and possibly settle down. I couldn’t have been the only one. I was wrong. I <i>was</i> the only one. I was – weak. I let my guard down and because of that, I lost someone I loved so dear to me. I lost her, my other half, my soulmate. Amidst all the chaos, amidst all the blood and the ear aching screams, she was the one I laid eyes on – the one I fought to hell and back first and then the one I fell in love with.

It all sounds like a bunch of rubbish, and perhaps it was, but this is exactly how it happened. We were enemies, and for some reason, I always hesitated in killing her. I didn’t find join in wanting to kill her like I did with all the other poor bastards I slaughtered in the past. Perhaps it was her eyes, or her lips, or maybe the way she moved, the way she touched, the way she talked and held onto me. She was the first person to show me how to be human, how to feel, and how express my emotions the right way – without killing anyone. No one else had this effect on me the way she did, and I adored her so fucking much for that. The closer we grew, the more irritated the group appeared to be. Eventually, all six of them found out about us and they were against it completely, in fact, they resented it, almost forbade it. I didn’t understand why, it was my chance in life to be happy for once and they were trying to take that away from me. I wasn’t going to let them ruin my chances with her. I didn’t allow it, there was no chance in hell that they would make me choose them over her. If anything, I wanted them to be happy for me for moving onto the next chapter in my life.

But, obviously, that wasn’t the case.

“No! Fuck you, I’m not going to do that, you fucking sick fuck.” I growled under my breath, my fists clenching tightly and my knuckles turning white as snow. I remember, there were hot tears welling in my eyes and my hands becoming numb by how hard I was squeezing them shut. Swallowing thickly, I watched them all snicker under their breath, eyeing each other with the evilest of glints that I, myself, have never seen before. “Zeus, you ARE going to do it. You can, and you will. You are capable. You’re a killing machine, don’t forget that.” Hades stated. Hades was a code name that belong to Kim Namjoon, which happened to be the pinnacle of the group. The leader, the boss. Anything he says, goes. Most of the time – all the time. “No – No. You’re not taking this away from me. I love her, Namjoon! For once, I have a second chance at living a normal life with the woman I love. I want to be with her, I want to live with her. For fuck sake, Namjoon! I want to marry the girl and have kids with her. Why can’t you just accept that?” I knew that this time, there was no getting out. Just like the first time we all inducted ourselves into the group. Once you were in, you could never get back out. I should’ve remembered that. I should’ve, but I didn’t. His eyes turned dark and his expression fell somewhat slack and blank. Perhaps it was the fact that I called him by his real name or the fact that I was standing up for myself against him when no one else could. Yes, even the others were afraid of him.

I watch him stand and for a second there, I faltered and took a small step backward. There was sweat beginning to form along my forehead and he walked closed and closer til’ he was looking down at me completely. I could hear the calmness of his heartbeat, and his slow, peaceful breathing fanning over me. The silence was deafening and finally, he smirked and lets out a small snort from his nose. “Fine, Taehyung. You win.” He said and the rest of them including myself went wide eyed. I – won? “You are no longer apart of his group, in fact, the longer you stand in front of me, the more I want to put my hands on you and slit your throat.” His voice was heavy, and each word was venomous that it was making me queasy. “Leave.” With that, I nodded my head and quickly darted out of there. For all I knew, that was the end of it. My ties were severed, and I was free. Deep down, I thank Namjoon but a small part of me wondered why he let me go so easily. I misunderstood and thought he had a heart in him.

He didn’t.

I remember running and running, smiling and laughing to myself. To the people that I ran passed, they probably thought I was a mental patient who escaped the mental hospital. Well, it wasn’t that far off. What I had gone through messed me up fucking bad, but not as bad as those six fuckers that I left behind. She waited for me at her place where I constantly kept visiting and I guess you could say, where I lived. There she was, sitting on the couch reading a book and she looked so fucking ethereal that it took my breath away. She always had that affect one me, always bringing me to my knees, knocking the wind out of my body. I was the luckiest man on earth, I really was. That same night, we planned to get away, as far away as we possibly can. I had this gut wrenching feeling about staying where we were that I bugged her constantly telling her we should re-locate. Eventually she gave in, no matter how much she loved being there at her own home, she gave in.

I left for a moment, to tend to some financial issues with the bank. I wanted to withdraw all the money I had in my account, so I could live off the grid for a while. It was only a moment – a moment that would forever haunt me to this day. My phone had rung, and I didn’t pick it up the first time because I was speaking to an accountant. The second time around, I was able to answer it and I could hear was her panting and sobbing painfully into the phone. She sounded scared, terrified. She wasn’t like this, she was a killer like me, she was strong like me – maybe even stronger. To hear her that way made my blood turn cold and my throat close. Her voice seemed hoarse, almost like it wasn’t her, but it was. We both didn’t say anything, maybe because we were both equally shocked but when I heard that dark cackle on her side I felt something bubble up within me that I have never felt before in my life. No. No. I don’t remember what happened much next, but I ran as fast as I could out of the bank, down the sidewalk and to the apartment we lived in. I nearly tripped on the stairs heading there and when I came to a halt at the front door of her house, our house, the door was nearly off its hinges. I could hear her whimpering in the living room and at that point I didn’t care if I was going to get hurt, I didn’t want HER to get HURT. Everything was tossed around, like a tornado had come through. I panted heavily, my chest hurt, and my throat was dry. My brows furrowed deeply as I glanced at the six men in the living room.

Finally, I let my vision fall and there she was, placed on her knees with her hands tied behind her back with a belt and her face blue and purple, swollen from the beatings she must’ve gone through while he was gone. It was only a moment, a moment that felt like a few minutes and during that small amount of time, she was hurt, she was hurt badly. For the first time, I felt tears running down my face and I looked up at Namjoon who held his silver pistol against his chest, tapping it gently. The others surrounded him, hands in their pockets and smirks adoring their faces. How dare they. “Zeus, you’re back! That was quicker than what I expected. I guess she really does mean a lot to you, huh?” It took a lot in me to not latch out and wrap my fingers around his throat. He began to walk slowly around her and over towards me. He continued to tap his gun against his chest rather calmly and soothingly. His eyes were down at the ground and that ugly, god forsaken smirk never left his face. “You know, when we all created our little gang we had a code, a law, a promise to abide by.” He started, and I could feel my toes and feet starting to lose feeling. “We all made a sacrifice, Zeus. We all promised each other we’d never stray away and that we’d stay together.” He continued, and I raised my hands slowly into my pocket where I had my pocket knife. Suddenly, there was a quick movement from Krato (Jeon Jungkook). He brought out his gun smoothly and fast, cocking it against my temple. “Uh-uh! Not so fast.” I could hear him cackling through his lips, Namjoon looked over and he let out a loud chuckle. “…and you’re willing to kill me over this – piece of human trash? You gotta be kidding me, Zeus. You can do better than that.” He continued to roar with laughter, no standing to the right of me, between me and my girl.

All this time, she had her head hung low. Sobbing quietly, sniffling here and there, she not once, looked up at me, was she ashamed? Did she feel ashamed? I would’ve been, if I was her. “Frankly Zeus, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you know better than any of us that you could never get out what we created together.” Straightening out his arm, he held his gun to her head. I gasped and nearly stumbled forward to protect her, but Krato had grabbed a hold of my neck, kicking me behind the knee, bringing me down to her level. “Hades, Namjoon, please. Please, don’t hurt her! I’ll come back, okay? I’ll come back, just don’t fucking touch her! Don’t FUCKING TOUCH HER!” I yelled as loud as I possibly could, to get it through his thick skull that I said what I meant. I would come back, only if he didn’t hurt her. She panted and looked at me with those round doe shaped eyes. Even though she was badly bruised, she was still beautiful to me. I wanted to be with her, we were going to get married, buy land, buy a house, and possibly have kids. I wanted all of that with her. “I’m gonna let you choose, Zeus. Alright, buddy? Do you want to be with this girl? Or do you want to stand beside us once again? You can only choose one.” My heart thumped hard against my chest and he looked at me, biting his inner cheek, brows furrowing. All the other men looked down at me, waiting for the right answer to come pouring out of my mouth. I knew what I wanted, but If I were to choose her, he would get mad and do the worst. I don’t know what he would do, but I know somewhere in my heart that he would never actually kill someone that I loved with all my entire being. I began to pant heavily, beads of sweat falling against the side of my forehead. For a second, I could’ve swore I saw her smile sadly. It was so small, but I saw it. What was she trying to say? No. No. I wasn’t going to let her go so easily. “I want to be with her, but I also want to stand beside you guys! Please, Namjoon!” his name reverberated against the living room walls and for a second, everything seemed to fall silent again. He stood up straighter and tilted his head in feigning in thought. “Wrong answer, dude.” He muttered under his breath as he cocked his gun against her head and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

The ringing from the gun was so loud that I couldn’t hear a single thing, but I saw it all. The blood that splattered all over me and the walls. The way her body fell to her side so limply and lifelessly. Her smile remained but had no feeling behind it, her once starry like eyes was dull. I remembered I couldn’t breathe for the first 30 seconds. My eyes were wide, and my hands trembled violently. Slowly, I reached out to touch her and when I did, she didn’t move. I shook her once, nothing, now I was shaking her with all the strength I had and – nothing. Tears poured down my face easily and fell onto her cheek and neck. Her blood stained my clothes, my skin, I wanted it off. The scent was revolting, and though I had killed people before, the smell of blood never bothered me to this extent before, maybe because it was her blood. I felt my veins rising from my skin a bit, my eyes turning to slits and hatred, pure hatred filling my body. “You k-killed her.” Namjoon chuckled and stuffed his gun into his pocket. “Yeah, I did. God, that was riveting!” I shook my head slightly and stood up slowly before reaching into my pocket and whips out my knife. I lurched forward to stab him, to tear him up into bits but before I could lay my hands on him, all six men drew out their guns and shot me 4 times. One in the arm, another in my thigh and three into my chest. It burned, I couldn’t feel the pain around my bullets, but it burned a hell of a lot. I fell to the ground, on my knees first then to my side, next to the dead love of my life. I gazed into her still open dull eyes and tried to tell her that I loved her. I tried to reach out and pull her to me, but I couldn’t move a single thing. It was only then I felt myself feeling weaker and weaker, weightless and cold. I heard the six devils speaking among themselves, but it was all an underwater muffle. That’s when everything went dark and black.

Sad to say, I wish I was dead but for some reason, the prick that lives upstairs decided to give me a second chance at life, and he gave it to me for a reason.

The funny thing is, they don’t even know I’m alive.

[the-rainbow-shaka-brah]

Everyday Hero [Completed]

Everyday Hero Pt.1

Everyday Hero Pt. 2

Everyday Hero Pt. 3:

~Max~

I face myself in the mirror, staring intensely into my own blue eyes. I sigh and lift up my shirt, revealing a long, ugly scar. I trace my finger lightly over the tender bit of skin and cringe, "Shit,". I look hideous and deformed... as if I wasn't self-conscious enough. I sigh sharply and force my shirt down, blowing a few loose strands of hair out of my eyes, "Pfft, minor scarring they said, you won't be able to see it, they said. Huh, yeah right," I mutter angrily, turning away from the mirror. I get out today... out of the hospital that is. Chloe's coming by later to pick me up and take me home. Well, it's not home ... I'm going to be staying with Chloe for a while 'till my folks can figure some stuff out. That's code name for they can't take care of me and deal with work and lawyers all at the same time. Anyways, I gather up the few things left in my hospital room and shove them into my tote bag lying on the bed. I grab the cute teddy bear Chloe got for me a few days after I woke up and clutch it tightly against me. Huh, I may be 18 but I still have a soft spot for stuffed animals. I press my nose into its soft fur and breath in. I can smell her... cigarettes... smoke... weed... Chloe. I've grown accustomed to her smell, she's visited me almost every day or even staying the night sometimes. We've talked about telling my parents about our relationship... but we never really act on it. I sigh again and pull the toy away from my face, setting it gingerly in the bag. As I go to lift it, I cringe and clutch my side, "Fuck!". Certain movements make my insides burn in pain but it's bullshit, I can't bend down or pick anything up or reach for anything or... I look down at the contents of my bag which is now spread out across the floor. Anger begins to swell up inside me as I force myself to get down on the ground, ignoring the pain exploding in my brain. I grab my camera and shove it into the bag, "Shit...". I grab some clothes and shove them in, tears forming in my eyes. The bear... where's the fucking bear... under the bed? I lower myself further, black spots begin to cloud my vision. I don't see it... I don't see anything. Everything is dark and fuzzy.... And cold... it feels... nice. I could get used to this. But, I'm abruptly pulled for my dark stupor by strong hands clamping down on my shoulders, "Max?!" The voice says. I blink, shutting my eyes and gripping the hands that hold me, "Huh? What?". "You okay?! You were on the floor,". I nod slowly, waiting until everything seems to settle back into place before replying, "Just... dropped something,". Chloe shakes her head, easing me back onto the bed, "You know you're not supposed to do that, you can really hurt yourself,". "I can do whatever I want," I growl back coldly. She sighs and sits beside me on the bed, resting her hand on top of mine, "But you don't have to do it alone, Max. it's okay to ask for help,". I look up at her, my vision finally clear and sigh, "I'm sorry, Chloe. I just... I hate feeling so goddamn helpless,". "I know, and I'm sorry you feel that way. But," Chloe pauses, picking the stuffed bear up off the ground and handing it to me, "You don't have to". I take the bear and sigh, "I know,". She leans in and kisses me on the lips, holding there for a few moments. "I love you...". "Hmm, me too, dork," she whispers once we pull away, "We good to go?". I nod and allow her to take my hands, pulling me up off the bed and lead me out of the room. As Chloe checks me out of the hospital, I stand beside her, staring blankly into the abyss. Am I really ready to go back out there? Into the real world? I- I mean... what if someone tries to hurt Chloe again? I don't have my powers to protect her... I don't have anything to protect her. Well, besides myself. Shit, I can barely take care of myself.... So how am I? "Max," Chloe says, tapping me on the shoulder. I blink and turn to her, "Yep?". She sighs and points to the guy manning the front desk. "Would you like to talk to someone? We have counselors for people who have undergone recent traumas and tragedies, what'd you say?". He tries to hand me a clipboard but I decline and turn away, "Uh, no thanks. I can handle my own problems,". As I walk away I hear Chloe take the clipboard and quickly jot something down before running over to catch up with me. "What part of I can handle my own problems did you not understand?" I say coldly. "Dude, what are you talking about?" she asks, confused as to what pissed me off. "Didn't you sign me up for that counselor?". "You said you didn't want to,". I blush, ashamed that I accused my girlfriend of that, "Then... who'd you sign up?". "Myself,". I might've laughed, but Chloe's serious tone tells me otherwise. "But... Why?". " Oh, I don't know... I've been abused, drugged, and possibly... *ahem*. I watched my best friend get shot, die, and be revived all in the same day. They found Rachael dead in the junkyard and I had to I.D the body. Jeffershit came forward with his creepy ass photo-drug with binders filled pictures of half-conscious girls, which included an empty one with your name on it. Huh, I hate to say it but it ain't all sunshine and rainbows on my end and you sure as hell aren't the only one dealing with shit,". I feel myself shrink back in shame. God... I'm such an insensitive bitch... what's wrong with me? Am I still being selfish? Once we get to the truck after a few minutes of silence, Chloe stops and turns to me, " I- I'm sorry snapped at you... it's just... *sigh*. I'm just not used to you being so pissy and uptight. Do your pain med throw you that outta wack?". I nod a little and apologize in a small pathetic voice. I know she gets fed up with my moodiness, but... she always just keeps her feelings to herself. I'm actually glad that she got upset at me... I deserve to be treated just like anyone else... no special treatment for me. Chloe sighs and embraces me, allowing me to cry into her shirt. "I- I'm sorry, Chloe... I- I just-". "You're scared, and I understand, but you have to talk to me," Chloe says, taking my face in her hands, "I can't help you if you shut the world out... shut me out,". I nod weakly and hug her again, "Y- You are my world,". "And you are goddamn adorable,". I giggle a bit and pull away, gesturing to the truck, "Come on, let's get out of here and get some real food! Everything in there tastes like cardboard,". Chloe smirks and opens the door for me, "Hardly seemed nutritious too, you've lost like what... 6, 7 pounds?". "Ten," I correct with a sigh, scrambling up into my seat. It's one thing on top of the other for me huh? I've got a laundry list of problems... not just mental, but physical too. "We still need to talk about phy-" Chloe begins but I cut her off with a stern look. She raises her hands up in surrender,"Okay, okay! I won't bring it up, but you seriously need to consider it... I think it'll help,". I sigh again and shrug, watching as she closes the door and saunters over to the driver's seat. I try not to think about how physical therapy is going to have to be like... a thing. I guess vegging out in a bed for almost 2 months has its consequences, huh... *sigh*.

Once we're out on the road, I feel like I'm in a well enough state to ask the question I've been dreading for weeks. "Uh, Chloe... I've been meaning to ask... do... do I have to...". "No," she replies quickly, as if reading my mind, "You don't have to give a statement if you don't want to. The police have enough evidence to lock those fuckers away for a long time,". I swallow hard, "W-what did you say?". "Only what I knew at the time... which wasn't much. I just told them about the drugs and Frank's threats, my plan to leave Arcadia Bay if Rachael ever showed up... that stuff. Nonetheless, I got in some trouble, but step-shit would not let me in the hands of the local police,". I giggle nervously, remembering how Chloe said that exact line in another reality, "H-he means well,". Chloe nods, "I know... he saved you and... that's something I can't thank him enough for,". I shut my eyes tightly as a flash of memories bombard my mind. "Hey, you okay?!" Chloe asks frantically. I nod and reach over, grabbing her hand, "It'll pass...". The 'Darkroom', Drugs, Blood, Guns, Camera...click click click. I shiver visibly. "Max, I'm right... just relax... relax,". I take a deep breath and the flashback fades. "I'm...okay,". I open my eyes slowly and turn to see Chloe staring at me, her eyes damp with tears. "What?". "I- I just... *sniff* I hate that I can't help you with the flashbacks... they seem so painful,". I nod in understanding, "I got... I think I've got them under control. They're slowing down... becoming less and less," I reassure her, "I'm handling them a lot better that I was before,". "I know... and I'm really happy you're getting better... but I don't get why you're having these 'Flashbacks' in the first place... none of that shit even happened to you,". She's right... none of the things from that week actually happened to me... well, at least they didn't happen to my physical form... but it did happen in my mindset. So... when I made the choice to take the bullet... I created yet another alternate reality. God... how many fucking timelines and realities have I created? Can I even call this 'real life' anymore? I mean... it's normal for everyone else, but I'm the time traveler... or... Time Drifter as I like to call it. I mean, I'll never go back to my reality... my original timeline, the one before my powers... the one where... Chloe dies in the bathroom. I close my eyes again and fight off memories of Chloe getting shot instead of me. "Can we like, not talk about anything right now? Please?"" I ask calmly, knowing she'll understand. "Yeah, of course," Chloe replies quickly, giving my hand another squeeze before returning to the steering wheel. We both stay quiet until we pull up to Chloe's half painted house and wait... for what... I don't know. "Do you need help getting out?" she finally says as she slips out of the truck and awaits my answer. I smile softly and nod a bit, "Yeah... that would be nice,". We share a warm smile before Chloe breaks off and walks over to open the door. "Okay, now... give me your hand," she instructs. I obey and take her hand, allowing her to lead me out of the truck, even though it's not a whole foot off the ground. "You good?" Chloe asks once I'm safely out. "Yep," I reply cheerfully, even though the quick step down gave me a headache. "Well then. Let's meet the parents," she says, grabbing my bags and closing the car door. I giggle a bit and follow her inside.

Joyce waits anxiously for me to sitting down until throwing her arms around me and hugging me as gently as she can, which even then is kinda tight. "Ha, it's good to see you too Joyce," I say once she releases me. "*sniff* Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, I'm just so glad you're alright. We were all so worried 'bout you," she says, drying her eyes. Chloe shoots her mother a look as if saying: don't say too much. "It's good to know people care," I say, then add quietly, "Some more than others". I meant it as a joke because my parents haven't really been around since the shooting, but... everyone take it seriously. "Uh... *ahem* w-what do you say we head upstairs and put your stuff away." Chloe says, gesturing to the bag in her hand. Joyce nods, "Yes, why don't you two go do that. I'll put whip something up for lunch in the meantime". I let out a sigh, shifting nervously in my seat at the awkwardness I created. Way to go, Max. Invite everyone to your pity party. "How you holding up, there Maxie?" Chloe says. I shrug, feeling myself shutting out the world again. "Well, come on... let's go upstairs and chill for a bit," She says, reaching out to me. I ignore her outreached hand and stand up on my own, despite sending a sharp pain throughout my abdomen. "Take it easy, Max... don't force yourself," Chloe says, seeing my pained expression. "I'm fine, Chloe... h- honest," I say, leaning up against the couch until the pain passes. Something about this trip upstairs feels different, but I can't put my finger on what it is. I turn to Chloe and look her up and down, she looks... well, different. She's not in her normal shredded jeans and tank top, she hasn't been for the past few weeks now that I think about it. Her wardrobe now mainly consists of plain tee- shirts and faded jeans. Hmm.... As we walk up to the door, it too seems different... there's no graffiti or posters. But then again, this is a whole nother reality and I technically haven't been here in 5 years. Chloe seems to notice my slight confusion and clears her throat, "So, uh... my room looks a lot different than the last time you saw it so... fair warning,". I nod, knowing what a trainwreck her room is. When I walk inside I smile, seeing that everything is basically the same except for a few key things. All the trash, boxes, beer bottles, cigarette butts, and the smell of weed have vanished, leaving the room open. My little couch; the one from my dorm, rests at the edge of the bed, acting as a footboard. I vaguely remember allowing Chloe to clear out my dorm when the town shut down Blackwell after everything went down. "Wow, Chloe... this... this isn't wasn't at all what I was expecting," I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Yeah... I know," she replies shyly, "I thought you should come home to a welcoming environment... so, I straightened up a bit, moved things around... feng-shui ya know?". I nod again, watching as Chloe comes up and sits next to me, wrapping her arm around me gently. I sigh and cuddle up beside her. "Tired?". "A bit?". "Well, it's been a long day," she says, "you're welcome to take a nap if you want... I think I'm going to help mom with lunch,". "Could you stay for a bit," I ask even though she's not leaving yet, "At least 'till I fall asleep?". She smiles, "Huh, sure... need help changing?". I nod and blush a bit because that's another thing I can't do on my own. "Go find something to wear while I watch the door," Chloe says as she gets up and leans up against the door. "Wait," I say, carefully leaning over and grabbing my bag, "Can't you just lock the door or...". "Yeah... 'bout that. Joyce says there are no locked doors as long as we're in the house together... it's like she thinks we're gonna do the nasty or something,". We look at each other with sly grins before snickering to ourselves. I sigh, looking around the room wearily as if looking for something. "The cameras are gone, if that's what you're looking for," Chloe says, pointing to one of the vents, "I made David remove them," "Oh," I reply quietly, standing up with Chloe's help. My cheeks grow red when we face each other, why am I so nervous all of a sudden? I've dressed in front of Chloe loads of times as a kid... so what makes it so weird now? "Uh, would you mind if I try dressing myself?" I ask shyly. "Sure... uh... want me to leave or...". "No, you can stay just.... Don't look maybe?". Chloe nods and turns away, walking back to the door with embarrassment covering her face. I sigh to myself and lift my shirt up a little, testing how long it'll take for me to react to the pain. The answer is immediately and I have to hold my breath to prevent myself from crying out in pain. I continue to lift my shirt and a small, almost inaudible cry escapes my lips. Chloe hears it and shifts around a bit on her feet, "Sure you're alright?". "Yeah," I breathe out. I try to move faster but fall to my knees as pain once more explodes in my gut, another pitiful cry leaving my lips. Chloe spins around and gasps a little when she sees me. "Shit, Max!". She slides up to me on her knees and grabs me by the shoulders. I grab her arms and hold on to her like she's the only thing keeping me from losing myself entirely. "I- I'm fine... I- I just... I need...". "What... what do you need, Max? Tell me," Chloe says, clearly determined to find out what's ailing me. I sigh out a shaky breath... "I need help,". She looks a little shocked but allows me to continue. "I- I can't... move... certain ways without...hurting myself,". I lift the corner of my shirt to reveal the scar and mutilated skin surrounding it, "T- the doctors... kept saying that... I'd have some nerve damage but... I- I didn't want to believe them b-because that would mean I m-might... n-never do some things on my own ever again a- and I... I...". I can't keep myself from crying anymore and I start tearing up which makes Chloe seem even more concerned and almost weepy. Her hand extends out towards me and I instinctively move back but then relax... somehow sensing that she needs to do this. Her hands are cold and clammy and I can feel them shaking as she rests it lightly over the scar. I wince slightly which makes her recoil. "I- I...," Chloe mumbles, her voice thin and shaky, "I'm *gulp* I'm s- so sorry, Max. I- I did this to you... this is all my fault, It's my fault. I- I hurt you... I- I...". Her voice finally breaks and she breaks down before my eyes. I've never seen her cry this hard before.... Not in this, or any other reality.... And she's crying for me. "Why did you do it, Max? W- why did you choose me... I'm not a good person.... I don't get it... I don't know what you see in me,". I blink, trying to hold back more tears from leaving my eyes, "C- Chloe. I- I fell in love with you and I-". "Which me was that, Max?". Then I get it... this isn't my Chloe... and I'm not her Max. "Look, I am in love with you and I want to spend my life with you but, I think you should get to know this me first,". "Yes, yes, I'll do anything! J-just don't leave me!" I cry frantically, grabbing her and hugging her tightly against my body. "What?! Max, I... I'm not going to leave you. I just said I was going to spend the rest of my life with you," Chloe says, trying to pry me off of her. I just hold on tighter and continue to cry, feeling another flashback cloud my thoughts, "I- I don't want to do this, Chloe! D-don't make me do this... I- I can't lose you again... I won't, I won't!". "Max, what are you talking about? I'm not making you do anything," Chloe tries to reassure me, but her voice and presence fade as reality seems to melt around me. I can almost hear the wind whirling around me and feel the ice cold rain striking my skin as I stand on the cliff with one of the many Chloes I'd created during the course of the week. I start shivering violently from the cold even though it only exists in my mind. "Max?". "I won't let you go, Chloe. I won't. I'll find a way to bring you back!" I continue, clutching my hands to my head. "No...no no no no no, I won't trade you!". "Max!". Something thuds to the ground and footsteps echo away from me as Chloe calls out for help. Everything is so cold and the wind is so loud... I- I don't know what to do. Everything is too much. I curl up into a tight ball, continuing to grab at my head and ears. My head and heart are pounding as my panic seems to climax until... everything goes black.

As is it's at the snap of a finger, I jolt awake instantly, panicking slightly. It takes me a moment to figure out where I am... I've been moved from Chloe's room to the living room downstairs. I must have blacked out, which is usually what happens after I have a major panic attack. "Dammit," I mutter, punching one of the couch cushions. I'm never going to get better if this keeps happening to me. I sigh sharply and slowly swing my legs around up off the couch, taking my time to get up. It's starting to get dark, so I figure I've been out for at least a few hours. I find myself heading towards the kitchen, following the voices that flow out of the room. I stand silently at the doorway, using the frame for support and just watch as Chloe and her mother work quietly around each other. "How are you holding up, sweetie?" Joyce asks, caressing her daughter's back. She shrugs and leans all her weight on the counter, "I'm here.... So, I'm okay, I guess,". "Max'll be fine. She's tough like you,". Chloe sighs again and continues to scrub at the counter, "I know... I just wish I could help her, that's all,". I sigh inwardly, sad that I made Chloe fret so badly... and over me. She's so strong, but lately Chloe's shown me a side of her personality that's vulnerable and insecure. She's my strength and I'm her weakness.... Is... is this how love is supposed to work? "Hiya, sweetie... feelin' any better?" Joyce says when she realizes my presence. I nod and turn to Chloe waiting for her to respond to my awakening. She looks over at me wide-eyed and smiles, "Max!". I jump unintentionally at the intensity and excitement in her voice, my nerves not quite back to the way they're supposed to be. "H- hi, Chloe," I mutter weakly, hugging my partner when she comes up embraces me. "Shit, Max... what happened? Are you okay, you totally blacked out. I thought..." Chloe stops, seeing my dazed expression, her words not exactly computing in my head at the rate they're coming out. "I'm... okay," I say softly, pulling myself away from her. "Chloe, give the poor girl some space," Joyce scalds, "She clearly still needs a little time to wake up and readjust,". Chloe turns back to me and asks if I need a few minutes to collect my thoughts before joining everyone back for dinner. I nod slowly and allow her to give me a quick peck on the cheek, "Yeah... just... give me a bit,". "Cool, cool... now, uh...," Chloe says, seeming nervous all of a sudden, " Are you sure you're okay? D- do you need anything, some food, water? I uh...*sigh* sorry,". I giggle lightly and hug her gently, knowing that she's still worried about me, "I'm fine, Chloe... remember what I told you... I... I got this,". She sighs and breathes deeply into my hair, sending a light shiver throughout my body. "I love you," she whispers. I smile again and bury my face into her shirt, "Me too,". Joyce sighs wistfully when she turns and sees us in each other's arms, "Oh, young love. I remember a time when me and your father were lovestruck fools,". "Which one?" Chloe asks innocently, wondering which of her technical two fathers her mother was referring to. "Both, actually. William was always a charmer as you both know,". Chloe and I nod, remembering what a sweetheart her first husband was. "And as hard as it may be to imagine David being romantic, he has his own ways of showin' his love,". Does that include abusing his own step-daughter? I want to say but don't because Chloe and David already buried that hatchet and I don't want to be the one to bring up the past. But I'll never forget that he hit or tried to hit Chloe on multiple occasions. At some point I'll have to forgive him fully, but... for now, all that's keeping me from going off on him again is that he saved my life twice, cried when I told him that Jefferson had killed Chloe in one of the alternate realities and the fact that he actually does care about his family. "Max?" Chloe whispers, bringing me back into reality, I blink and pull away a bit, "I'm here... just thinking. I um, I'll be with you in a little bit, okay?". Chloe nods and kisses the top of my head, "Alright, Just hurry back, dinner'll be ready in a bit,". I nod a little and push off, making my way back into the small dim living room. I grab my phone and plop down on the couch, filtering through my texts quickly, picking out a few from my parents wishing me well after the day's incident. The least they could do is call me, I think, seeing that I have no missed calls aside from the ones Warren has been leaving me. That boy still thinks Chloe and I are just gal pals even though we've been together for almost 2 months now. Wow... it's been 2 months since the shooting... *sigh*. I shake my head, not really wanting to relive the occurrences of that day. Anyways, I pocket my phone and lean back, closing my eyes and sighing deeply. The world slowly seems to been flowing around me as I nod off for a bit. I only open my eyes when I hear someone shuffle up behind me, "David?". He must have gotten home when I was out cold. "Heya, Max. How are you?" he asks, seeming concerned. I muster up a light smile and turn to him slowly, "I'm here,". He nods understandably, "Well, I'm glad to see you're okay. Not a lot of people can handle intense flash like the one's you're experiencing,". I nod again, knowing that he knows about my slight post-traumatic stress. "Come one, kid. Let's not leave our girls waitin',". I smile, glad that David somewhat knows of me and Chloe's strong bond. Oh please, you know very well David knows about your relationship with his daughter... he saw you two kiss. And Joyce has made it clear she wants no 'funny business' In the house, at least, not without fair warning. With David's help, I get up and let him lead me over to the kitchen table where Chloe and Joyce are setting out tonight's meal. It's a hearty meal of pot roast, mashed potatoes and an assortment of vegetables, a little somethin' to put the meat back on your bones, I can almost hear Joyce saying. I smile a little and sit down, suddenly remembering how Chloe once commented how I ate like a pig when she snuck a couple of Twinkie Bars into my hospital room. I couldn't help myself, it felt like forever since I actually let myself relax and enjoy something as simple as a fucking piece of food. I sigh and try to regain the appetite I once had but to no avail. All I end up doing is pushing my tiny (and lemme put extra emphasis on tiny) helping of food around my plate and sighing at the worried looks Chloe keeps giving me. Just to ease her nerves a little, I forcibly take a few bites of my mashed potatoes which, despite being loaded with butter, tastes like paste. Chloe sees my effort and gives my shoulder a light, loving squeeze. "It's okay, Max. I... I'll put together something for you in a bit," she says, referring to the practically endless amount of Chicken Soup she'd make for me for the first few weeks of my recovery. That was one of the only things I was able to hold down. Ya know, with the whole shot in the gut thing... I mean, from what I heard, the bullet did hit a part of my stomach which is why I have trouble eating certain foods... that's why I have trouble eating in general. "Chloe? Actually cooking somethin'? Huh, better keep 9-1-1 on the phone," David says with a hearty laugh. Chloe smirks and sticks her tongue out at her step-father... father, I correct, remembering how Chloe personally asked me to start referring to him as such. It's ironic how now I'm the one who can't quite stand him. As everybody eats around me, I start feeling very awkward and almost out of place. I close my eyes and just wait, listening to the Price/Madsen family resume their meal. The clanking of silverware suddenly seems... so loud, and sharp, ear-piercing almost. Oh, no... please not right now, I think, getting a sinking feeling in my stomach. I open my eyes again... and sure enough, I'm back in that fucking bathroom. I hold my breath and wait for it to be over but I'm just standing there alone and wait for the shot that I know never comes, It's the anticipation that's unnerving. My hands start shaking and I find it harder and harder to breathe, like the walls are suddenly closing in all around me. I shut my eyes again, I'm safe I'm safe I'm safe... think of Mom and Dad....think of home, of Joyce and David, think of Chloe... think of Chloe, Chloe. I stand up abruptly, opening my eyes again and only seeing true reality, "Can I be excused?". Everybody jumps at my sudden movement and looks at me funny, "Uh, of course, darlin' everything okay?" Joyce says, shooting Chloe a look. I nod, "Yeah... I need to take a breather, maybe... splash water on my face,". I shudder, remembering saying those exact words in another reality. Chloe grabs my arm as I pass by, "Whoa, Max, you okay? You look totally pale,". I shudder again, "I'm fine... j-just... I just need a minute alone, c- collect my thoughts,". She nods wearily and releases me. I shuffle upstairs, the pain in my side flaring up slightly. Just relax, just relax. Don't panic, don't panic... you'll only make it worse, I scream at myself as I enter the small bathroom and lock the door behind me. I rip off my hoodie and head to the sink, splashing what feels like gallons of ice cold water on my face, until I can barely feel anything. "Fuck these panic attacks... fuck this wound... f-fuck everything!" I mumble angrily, towelling my face dry. I sigh and stare at myself in the mirror once again, "Why me? What... what makes me so special?". Why does it feel like the universe is trying to dick me over, and for what? I stopped the tornado, I saved lives, I saved Chloe's life and that's all that matters... right? "She's safe. That's all that matters," I say aloud, closing my eyes, "Chloe is all that matters,". "Huh, I wouldn't say that... I think you're just as important as anyone," a voice says behind me. I jump nearly a foot and somehow manage to not scream, "Chloe! H-holy shit... d-don't fucking... sneak up on me like that!" I say, turning to face my girlfriend as she leans casually up against the door frame, "How did you get in her anyways? I locked the door,". "You forget my badass lock picking skills," She replies, showing me a bent paperclip. I can't help but smile, "Hmm, god, you're a hand full,". "I know and I'm your handful and you're stuck with me," Chloe says, coming up and holding me in a tender embrace. "Are you sure you're alright? You seem kinda out of it... y- you had another flashback at the table didn't you?". I nod slightly, "It was a little one... I- I was fine,". She holds me a little tighter, "Please don't lie to me, Max... you know I can always tell when you're lying,". I sigh sharply and push away from her a little, "So what if I lie a little... I- I'm just trying to protect you,". "From what? I- I get nightmares all the time, Max. Of you. Dying. And don't I tell you about what I saw?". I nod slowly. "So why can't you do the same for me?". "I- I don't know... i- it's hard for me to talk to you about things that happened to us... things you don't remember. I-" I choke on a half cough half cry, "Y-you said those moments between us were real a- and they'll always be ours b- but they're not... they're mine and I just...". "Hey, hey, hey," Chloe says, holding me again as I cry pitifully into her shirt, "It's okay. I... I know you're having trouble... adjusting to this... reality but... but you can't lose yourself in the process,". I just continue to cry, feeling like that's the only thing I can do right now. Chloe sighs deeply, blowing a stream of warm air over the top of my head. I shiver again. "C- can we just go to bed?" I squeak. "*sigh* You haven't eaten at all today, Max. Aren't you the least bit hungry?" Chloe asks as she starts brushing my hair with her fingers. I shrug, "The soup you offered sounded pretty good,". I can almost feel her smile with relief, "I'll get to it right away,". "No," I say, pulling away a little, looking up into my partner's icy blue eyes. "C- can you... stay up here with me? I don't... I can't... *sigh* being places with a lot of noise... t-that kinda freaks me out... even if it's just with your family,". Chloe nods understandably, "I'll get mom to bring it up here, okay? We can... I don't know... watch TV while we wait?". I nod, picturing myself cuddling up next to Chloe... for the first time actually. Kinda hard to spoon when you're hooked up to a shitton of machines in a tiny hospital bed. "I see those gears turning... what are you thinking, Maxi Pad?". I giggle, "I'm thinking you need to lose that particular nickname,". "What?! No way, 'Maxi Pad' is a classic... remember how you got it?" Chloe says wiggling her eyebrows mischievously. I put my hand up and cover her whole face, "Oh my god, you promised never to bring it up again!" I say with another giggle. Chloe's impish look grows as she licks my hand. I recoil in mock disgust, "Eww Chloe!". We laugh and playfully wrestle in each other's arms for a moment before resting our foreheads against one another. "I love you," she whispers. I smile and kiss her on the nose, "I love you more,". We stand there for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. "It everything okay up there you two?" Joyce calls from downstairs. "We're fine, Mom. But uh... think you could get some soup goin' for Max? I'ma stay up here with her if that's okay," Chloe says, rocking me on my feet. "That's fine, sweetie, and, Max, If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to ask Chloe for it. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to help you," Joyce continues. Chloe nods in confirmation, "I'm at your service, Maximus". I smile and nod, "Don't worry, Joyce. I've got everything I could ever need right here,".

#Life is Strange #Chloe Price #Max Caulfield