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millennialgrandma · 2 years

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MoaM Wrap up Party - Day 2 Reflections

Oops, this is another long post. What a tragedy, who could have seen this coming, etc.

Please beware of spoilers below the cut. In this essay post I've specifically pulled quotes from Chapters 18, 34, 36, and 41.

Day 2 - Favorite Quote

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Ugh, this one is super difficult. I'd have to say that any Kingsley quote is my favorite quote. In particular, these three have really stuck with me:

Chapter 18 - Visit to Kingsley's

"That's why you're struggling. You think everything must be planned before you even begin, but, in actuality, all you need to do is start. Throw something together, see if it works. You might not create what you intended, perhaps you may create something greater, but if you fail, you try again and use the knowledge of your experience."

I love this quote because it really highlights where Hermione is at the start of the story. A little bit rigid. A lotta bit systematic. Everything is by the book. But she works on this throughout the story. Until finally, in Chapter 41, she loves Draco to the point of invention (no, @inadaze22, I'll never fucking get over the incorporation of this). She creates for him. With his son. "Magic can heal a lot of things, but sometimes the earth helps."

Chapter 34 - Post-Standing Still Visit to Kingsley's

I love this quote for the exact reason I hate it - it forces introspection. Rude of Kingsley to be so wise. This passage kangaroo-kicked me in the chest.

"Think with your head. React with your heart. Listen to your gut."

Running her finger along the railing, she sighed. "My gut doesn't know."

"It does, but you don't speak its language." Kingsley's dark eyes turned more probing, albeit still gentle. Hard to understand how he managed it, or how he made her feel calm and safe when they were approaching the most fragile place in her heart. "Or perhaps you don't want to because then you'll have to decide, and when you decide, you'll have to commit to that decision. Have you considered that maybe that's what terrifies you?"

Chapter 41 - Kingsley's Ministry speech / DHr Convo

Fuck, this whole goddamn ending scene. I'm treating it as one quote. Who's going to stop me? I'm the sheriff around here.

I WILL NEVER STOP SCREAMING ABOUT THIS. THIS IS SO FUCKING GODS-DAMNED PERFECT, IT MAKES ME SICK. On its own, this speech is bitchin. It is so powerful. Drawing from my discord spiral, but I feel so many things. I can't explain how powerful it is to end this chapter with an MLK quote, that MLK quote. To have that ending quote follow an ending passage where Kingsley is wisdom and strength and power in leadership. I can't adequately express how powerful it is to layer Kingsley's speech over Draco's growth and actions. The beauty that is Kingsley saying "I am preparing us not for the predictability of the past, but for the realities of today and the unknown that is tomorrow" right after Draco tells Hermione he resigned from the DMLE (the predictability of HIS past) and accepted a seat on the Wizzy-G (the unknown of HIS tomorrow), and right before Draco says HE FEELS FREE. Screaming, crying, shaking, throwing up. AND FUCKING THEN, for Kingsley to say "I am not a perfect man...It is up to all of us to be the change we seek" is just the fucking cherry on top of everything. Tying together Draco's arc (father, son, man). Highlighting the overarching theme of growth in the story. This played out like a movie in my head, as they placed their hands on Scorp's shoulders, looked at each other, and embraced their future. [PTERODACTYL SHRIEKING AS I LAUNCH MYSELF INTO THE SUN]

"I was reminded by a friend that the measure of a man is what he does with power."

"While it can be used, misused, and abused, power can also transform the course of history. But this depends on both the character of the one wielding it and the choices they make. And while we are gathered here with the belief that I am the person who shall decide such things, I'm here to say that I am not. Under my leadership, that power rests with you… all of you."

"My job as Minister is to lead and empower, to facilitate and guide, to pursue and encourage progress."

"I am preparing us not for the predictability of the past, but for the realities of today and the unknown that is tomorrow."

"I am not a perfect man, but I am determined to lead this imperfect institution into a better future, and this future will not be a continuation of our past. The Ministry is—just as we all are—capable of change. It is up to all of us to be the change we seek."

Outside every word Kingsley has ever uttered, there are also a couple pieces of prose that are just exceptionally good, and I wanted to highlight those as well

Chapter 34

Masking the walls and designing the void, the quiet of her mind created everything out of nothing.

She dreamed of nothing and everything. Emptiness and potential.

Every quote that weaves the theme of something to nothing to everything owns my whole soul. But these two quotes from Chapter 34, when she's taking the space he gave her? Absolutely killer.

Chapter 36 - After Draco Spends the Night

ETERNALLY SCREAMING BECAUSE HE REMINDS HER OF THE OLIVE TREE FROM THE MANOR GREENHOUSE THAT HE GAVE HER TO APOLOGIZE. A TREE WHOSE LIKENESS IS TATTOOED UPON HIS OWN BODY AS A REPRESENTATION OF HER.

And as she watched him, as she felt his thumb riding the highs and lows of her knuckles, she realised that in some ways Draco was like the tree he gave her.

Olives grew where nothing else could. Resilient to fire and drought, the trees produced bitter fruit only edible through care. A process every bit worth the effort.

IF YOU'RE AN OLIVE, I'M AN OLIVE.

OLIVE YOU.

Chapter 41 - Bladma Wedding, Mehndi Ritual

"I'll close my eyes and you can draw my name in the Mehndi. I'll find it myself."

I distinctly remember having to take a break here. To just hold myself together and sob. Because I know what it is like to finally make it to that point in your life. And I was just so so so incredibly proud of Cho.

Chapter 41 - Zabini Manor Sex, The Remix

Any and all passages about celestial bodies, callbacks to the iconic earth and moon conversation, leave me prostrate on the floor. This quote absolutely wrecks me because it is at this point that Draco has found himself in the Mehndi. Where she has hidden her heart. First, Scorpius in her right palm. And then Draco, A CRESCENT MOON, on the back of her left hand. The hand that bears her ring. Outward facing, for all the world to see. And I love this because it calls back to the opening line of Chapter 36 - Like celestial bodies, Hermione and Draco were inextricably linked.

Still locked in an orbital dance with the Earth beneath it, their definition of gravity had been given a new meaning in this design. No longer held at arm's length, like this, they were together.

Eternally.

#measure of a man #moam #moam wrap up party #i'm emosh yet again

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baeshijima · 3 years

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧

A/N : i have nothing to say other than the fact there will be an excessive amount of twitch slang bc why tf not + just,,, heavy streamer!albedo brainrot ;-;

masterlist

AIGHT

streamer albedo

…

pog—

so before we get into him being whipped for u, let’s go over the type of strimmer mr Kreideprinz is

fun fact that’s his twitch name—

albedo would be the type to do lots of variety streams of different games, but also the occasional art one if he wants to have a chill stream with his chat !!

speaking of chat… they’re an odd mix of wholesome supporters, KAPPA + POGGERS + catJAM (bc he always has some bangers on in the bg like yes u bless our ears my guy) + KEKW + EZ Clap + his own emotes spammers, mr albedo’s very own shrimps (me, ahEm—), and ppl who just appreciate his voice + gameplay

if there’s a troll he just bans them OMEGALUL

omg he has lots of emotes (which he made in some of his art streams so his viewers could choose some) for every scenario but we’ll get into the popular ones in a bit 👁👁

he’s most definitely one of the bigger, well-known streamers but with a smaller group of friends

his discord server has,,, a lot of ppl,,, 70k+ ppl big,,, rip notifs if ur in it ;-;

he has it muted tho 🐥 like, sir, that’s ur server pay the goddamn price smh

wait i forgot to mention this but he has his webcam on when streaming

so u can bet ur chickens that when ppl come to visit his stream bc of whatever category he has on, they stay for his visuals and voice <33

his twt 🤡 mans gets 1k+ likes, rts, comments within the first 5-10 mins

omg he gets soft when he receives sm support from his community 🥺🥺

gifts so many subs when hitting milestones, chat is wholesome or just whenever really HJKSDHKL

also doesn’t swear much unless he gets played by his own game and/or someone is being incredibly annoying <//3

he also just,,, eats on stream

albedo straight up takes his webcam with him to show him cooking if his viewers ask for it

or he just orders food then and there and eats while chatting to everyone or watching youtube with his chat 🥺

nOW ONTO HIM BEING WHIPPED FOR U AS A GENSHIN STREAMER

this AR55 man 👩‍🦯

he can literally produce content from anything

from artifact farming, to spiral abyss, to running around mindlessly, to building characters he would normally never build, to him seeing how high up is considered too high to dive

and everyone eats it up bc it’s albedo <3

also !! he’s the type who includes the story quests in his streams so his reaction and thoughts on everything is just,,, there

now when u were first introduced in the prologue (yes ur one of the ogs + involved in the dvalin fight <33) he blanked and all his viewers could see was u on screen with him staring blankly in the bottom right of the screen

this man straight up saw u in a cutscene for one second and fell in love

his chat went wild omfg

he immediately made an emote for u and that’s his most popular one 😌

but i kid u not, the moment u appeared in that cutscene (one in which he will forever treasure in the crevices of his heart) was the moment he asked this exact question ;

“ so (y/n) banner when? ”

and mihoyo heard his pleas and answered with ur event banner

except it was like,, 4 months later

at least ur finally here tho :’)

now he can have his lil science-y moments with ur voicelines ;-;

yes, ur the chief alchemist but ✨ 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✨

. . .

shut up

n e who

when he saw the notification from mihoyo’s official forums that u will be a playable character in the new update — along with new characters, region, events & a domain — i shit u not he did a rt, his own tweet, an announcement on the community feature on youtube, and made constant reminders to his viewers on twitch abt how he will be a (y/n) haver no matter what

he even added future (y/n) haver in his twt display name

what a shrimp—

the 1.2 update stream 🐥 he was there waiting for it to go live with like,,, 19k viewers spamming his chat abt predictions and obv ur official release + showcase

and when i say this man fell even more in love while watching ur trailer and character showcase 🥺 he wouldn’t stop smiling or being in awe bc ur just??? so stunning???

mihoyo clearly has a favourite child and it’s u

chat was spamming ur exclusive emote like crazy oml

u can bet it was also flooded with lots of POGs and POGGERS

overall it was a very fun, chaotic stream filled with lots of (y/n) appreciation and love <33

also a very memorable stream for all his viewers bc of the side of albedo they rarely see unless ur involved

the day ur banner was to go live tho 🐥

the streams leading up to the fateful day consisted of him farming ur mats

that’s it

boss runs, local specialties, hero wits, talent books, the mats needed for ur weapon he was inevitably going to pull for (only the best for the best, afterall) and many domain runs

many painful domain runs

all of it was worth it tho bc ur worth everything :’)

an actual quote said by him—

at least he can get u and ur weapon to lvl 90 right off the bat with all the artifacts tailored for u ;-;

and get u to that point he did HJSDKJF

once ur banner dropped? immediately started wishing

2 multis in and he gets u 😣

albedo nearly cried and was the literal embodiment of head in hands

wHEN I SAY HIS CHAT BLEW TF UP AND HIS MODS JOINED IN

modCheck has left the chat

everyone’s rooting for him :’)

pulled for ur weapon and got it in 1 multi

sir give me ur luck pls and ty

but yes he nearly choked on the gASP he let out while chat screamed even more

he blanked for a bit, i won’t lie ;-;

but when he realised this was real, he immediately went to his party set up and put u in

can we all get an f in the chat for his lvl 10 tartaglia 😔💔👊

his chat usually rages at him to build him but if he’s being honest, he cba

ur vl when he put u in the party tho <333

now he’s just spent half an hour running around with u, letting u do ur idle animations (will always be grateful for mihoyo creating u like this), reading ur very limited (for now—) character story and going through ur voicelines

ur morning & about us (when he unlocks it) voiceline >>>>> his heart be running laps rn i swear

eventually he does begin to build u after much admiration on his end and at lvl 1 with lvl 20 artifacts, u already have 1.6k atk 🐥

now after he levels u and ur weapon to lvl 90, u have 2.8k atk 🐥

rip mobs <//3

he now plays u as his main dps 😌

the kit initially designed for u is meant to be more for support?? kinda like the whole ganyu or zhongli debate abt them being a dps or a support/sub dps ;-;

except ur more utility like venti or bennett

and even though the majority said at the beginning (aka, mihoyo, pretty much any other streamer and the larger part of the fanbase) that ur meant for support, he said fuck that and built u as his main dps

and i won’t lie, u do more damage than any of his characters, and ppl who co op with him

ur his pride and joy :’)

he went to take a look at ur consts to see if they were worth the rng suffering and, lo-and-behold,

they were

so now he’s using all his saved primos for u to try and get ur c6 const, along with making ur weapon r5 :’)

his chat gets a free view of him internally suffering when the gold light doesn’t come, and his external suffering when he loses the 50/50

in the end, he decided to whale for u <33

after nearly an hour, he has u to c6 and ur weapon to r5 ;-;

now all he’s been doing the whole stream is running around with u in open world, doing his daily farming, doing more domain and boss runs, exploring the new region (dragonspine) + ur story quest

he’s saving the event quest for another stream bc ✨content✨

in ur quest, he had multiple heart attacks and now has many, many screenshots <3

he now has a zoomed in pic of ur face as his twt pfp <33

okay so i also feel like he’s not all that bothered abt getting characters to friendship level 10 immediately and would rather let it happen through time

but obv ur not any other character *proceeds to debby ryan at u*

even if ur not fit for a particular domain or boss, he still puts u in the party so when collecting the blossom/rewards, u can get the friendship exp ;-;

he just wants ur name card so he can show off okay 🥺

when he lets his viewers pick out the playlist, 98% of the songs are from ur character demo theme

they just know him so well 😩

they also just wanna see the way he smiles when he hears it play but shhhhhh

now he just has his in-game avatar as u, and ur namecard too <33

also his signature is just ;

“ (y/n)’s favourite streamer ”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact albedo #genshin albedo #albedo #albedo x reader #genshin albedo x reader #genshin impact albedo x reader #albedo headcanons #albedo scenarios #albedo fluff #i will now cry bc i cant talk at him for a week #this is my parting post #streaming dreams

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spiderling-space · 3 years

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Hey so this thought has been on my mind for like ages and I think that you'd be able to write a headcanon about it in a wonderful way, so I'm presenting this idea to you hehe ( I love ur blog so so so much btw!)

So let's say that whatever miracles of seven happened, that Yuu overblots. Being constantly pushed around by other students by being magicless, solving the idiot trio's problems, trying to survive overblots and dealing with Crowley's neglectful ass cheeks sure is not easy. With all the piled and bottled up negative emotions, Yuu like the previous boys, overblots. Yuu wasn't that hard to defeat cuz you know, they're magicless, but the twst boys did struggle and Yuu's quite the challenge too. So what if, after Yuu's overblot, they had a full on mental breakdown. Not like crying mental breakdown, they're full on SCREAMING, their voice are cracking too, and very painful to hear. They started to unconsciously harm themselves so they have to be tied down to prevent to hurt themselves further. How would the dormleaders react to that?

(Sorry for my English and if I ever break a rule, it's OK if you decide to not do this too. Btw I got this idea when I watch ATLA aka Aang the last airbender, for reference of the breakdown of Yuu just search "Azula's breakdown" that practically how their breakdown looked like :D)

I cant write headcanons because you basically wrote everything. I will just make comments and additions to this. first I mention the background, secondly Azula’s breakdown so non ATLA watchers can understand a little and lastly, MC having breakdown like Azula. For the record, I could write about ATLA for pages since it is something I love since 2005. LOL This became a bit meta xd

You can join the discord server here 😉🤣

Firstly, the back ground:

I was 7 years old when ATLA started airing. I’d be excited to get back home to watch ATLA after school. Azula’s breakdown was awful back then when I first watch it as a kid. And of course, when they aired the episodes again and again. I rewatched again because I remembered the show being dope when I was in 12th grade which was stress relief while studying for university exams, and then I rewatched last year and even founded a Zutara server. Now I’m getting back to the point. In the last two rewatching, I saw Azula in a different light and her breakdown at the end of the show was understandable. I can recommend some ATLA meta that you might like.

Secondly, Azula’s breakdown:

Azula lost everything. In the flashbacks, you saw she was getting along with Zuko, laughing and playing tag until Ozai’s influence on her grew while Ursa showed more affection towards Zuko since Ozai basically hated Zuko. These two triggered each other and it grew like snowball effect which came to the point that Ozai-Azula and Ursa-Zuko. She didn’t get love from Ozai, she was just a puppet, someone to empower him more, not his daughter meanwhile to Ursa, she was a monster. Azula was 8 years old Ursa disappeared. Imagine how this would affect the child. After this, she had estranged brother that she was jealous of because of Ursa’s love, a father who manipulated her, and an uncle who was too in pain to do anything and he was more focused on Zuko. She only had Mai and Ty Lee as “friends” but it was toxic and Azula used fear to control them. After Zuko got banished, Mai and Ty Lee went to their own places, leaving Azula alone with Ozai. Just when Zuko got back, she was being like the last times, cruel teasing, Mai and Ty Lee with her. Later, Zuko went away and probably got lectured by Ozai for her lie. Mai and Ty Lee stood against her. In the end, she had no one. Ozai didn’t want her with him either because he only wants power. Being alone drew her to the edge. In the Royal Hair Washing, the girl sje fired had her face. Her self hatred was palpable. She started to reflect this via Ursa, the mother who thought her as monster and didn’t love her like she did Zuko. I believe she would have had breakdown if she actually killed Zuko. At the end, she couldn’t handle it anymore. Being all alone, not being loved, self hatred and finally failing at something which is something she knows Ozai would never tolerate like he did with Zuko. This 14-year-old wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore and had breakdown.

Now last section, MC having breakdown like Azula’s:

Let’s see the things MC went through:

Stripped away from home

Doesn’t have much memory of it

Is thrusted into a world so foreign to them, where everything is foreign to them. There is no familiar thing that can make them recall home or feel at home

Is forced to study things that they have no prior info where the others have prior info and they are expected to ace the tests. This puts on pressure on regular students, can’t imagine the pressure they would feel since they barely understand the magic.

Is treated like trash by everyone at least once. From the first moment they came to Twisted Wonderland, they were like dirtbag. Dire gave them a house where they could get Hepatitis A to C, tetanus, hypothermia and any other disease. They have lived in that state for months and the house barely got fixed by the end of exams. They got belittled or used by almost all characters at least once. Examples: Vil calling them nobody; Azul trying to take the only thing they have from them, the dorm; Riddle calling them uneducated because not having magical parents; Leona acting like they are a toy in E2; Jamil literally manipulating their choice; sometimes NPC characters talked; Cater making them do his work etc.

They are given more than a person should handle. They are not certificated psychologist, they aren’t superhuman, they don’t have super healing... They are just human but has to fight enemies than can easily kill them if it were not the magic users around them. They are given the task of dealing with the emotional breakdown of the other people.

All of these are building up more and more. Maybe they started to get along with people after the belittlement and being used but every new character does this. At one point, it will be too much and they will think “they are only nice to me because I did a favor to them. If not for that, they wouldn’t be nice to me” which would lead to self doubt. When one starts doubting themselves, everything else starts to go down. Also, new characters treating them that way adds salt to the wound.

MC isn’t a professional psychologist. They can’t handle other people’s issues without taking a toll at themselves. They don’t even catch a break between everything.

Dire is deliberately keeping them away from home as they all do the errands he say. To him, what MC wants doesn’t matter much. The game doesn’t show but if MC has family and friends or pets, you can’t tell me that they wouldn’t miss them once or see, hug them or know their state, alive-dead, healthy-sick etc.

Lastly not being invincible. The end of Episode 5 shows this well. They couldn’t stand against Grim who isn’t as powerful as the other overblot characters. They are mortal who can get hurt easily.

Now all these build up meanwhile we don’t see an MC centered chapter, how they are etc. It’s all about the others. Maybe there were a few chapters asking if MC is okay after everything but it feels like it is in the second plan.

Everything that I mentioned can lead to a breakdown like Azula’s. Everything is just too much to handle and they don’t talk with a professional about it. When they finally let out everything, it feels much better, screaming out their lungs, lashing out like all of them did. They are finally letting out all of their emotions, crying and screaming; yet still feels better than bottling everything up. They think maybe that’s how overblot characters felt.

All in all, everyone in NRC needs a counselor.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst mc #twisted wonderland mc #MC/Yuu #twisted wonderland meta #twst meta #twst yuu #twisted wonderland Yuu

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caramelcal · 3 years

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her favorite protector

summary: its been weeks since Luke and Bambi last spoke after their argument at the club, and everything seems bleak. things take a turn for the worst for bambi, but it seems only luke can save her from this one.

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requests: Anonymous asked:Hope your doing well and Omg you cannot leave us like that with his favorite club :( my heart is breaking. We need more!! We need cute fluffiness where Luke can change some of those controlling ways. Maybe a kidnapping or something? His worst nightmare coming true that his rivalry is using Bambi to hurt him?

Anonymous asked:For the next part of bambi and Luke, maybe while bambi is at Anna’s, a rival of Luke finds her and she’s really scared and even though they aren’t on the best terms Luke somehow finds her and rescue her

this gif...wow. he’s so pretty <3

ALSO?? LUKE IS ENGAGED TO SIERRA??? I FOUND OUT AND SCREAMED FR AHDFGHBNJHGFD IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM OMG

ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ- ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ғɪᴄs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ. ɪ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ʟᴜᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴅɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇxᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ғɪᴄs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ғᴏʀ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋʏᴏᴜ <3

Bambi hadn’t had a particularly great few weeks. She needed space, she knew that, and she knew that time away from Luke would do her the world of good. Anna had been nothing but kind to her, hospitable, not asking too many questions about why she was there and why Luke hadn’t shown up. Anna knew of Luke’s more controlling ways, so it baffled her that he hadn’t even acknowledged the girl being away for so long.

From what Anna had observed previously, Luke could barely breathe without the girl by his side; couldn’t rest easy. Neither could his girlfriend...if they could even call each other that anymore.

Anna, in all honestly, just wanted to know what the hell happened. She knew her best friend well, and she hadn’t stopped looking like you had kicked a puppy right in front of her. Hardly even speaking, barely going out, a very small and almost unnoticeable frown on her face.

It was a miracle that Anna had managed to get her out to the club last night. Sure, the smaller girl didn’t have the best time, but it was far better than any plans that she had at the weekend. All she planned on doing was sitting around and moping, the girl was miserable.

Maybe it was selfish, but she really wanted Luke to text her. She wanted some sort of proof that he still cared for her, and compared to his normal overprotective nature, this was so...different. It was almost as if he didn’t care for her anymore, maybe he moved on. Bambi didn’t know. What she did know of, however, was that Luke had a history of sleeping around. What if he didn’t bother coming back for her and just went back to his old ways instead?

It made her feel sick.

Maybe that’s why she barely got through the first round of shots before she was telling Anna she was going to head home, not wanting to be too much of a damper on her best friend’s night.

It seemed that the plan had worked. By the next morning, Anna was nursing an awful migraine due to her hangover and was sporting many new bruises that she didn’t know where they were from. At some point during the night, she had broken a heel off of her shoes, the discarded heel nowhere to be seen.

Anna still demanded they were going out to run errands the day after, dismissing her hangover but demanding that the smaller girl drove her. Surprisingly, she had gotten used to driving after so long of not even having her hands on a steering wheel. It wasn’t her fault that Luke had always preferred that he or Jacob drove her.

Granted, the girl didn’t have a car yet, but Anna was chill about her using hers.

“Anna,” The girl called out from the room, putting her converse on and tying them up, awaiting her friend to reply to her shout.

However, her reply never came, making the girl sigh. Maybe the girl had fallen asleep or just didn’t want to shout back due to her headache. She quickly picked up her purse and walked into the hallway leading into the main front room, “When are we leaving for-”

The smaller girl cut herself off, looking up towards where Anna should have been by herself but instead was pulled against a man’s chest, tears streaming from her eyes, absolutely horrified. A gun was pointed at Anna’s head, making Bambi still in fear.

“One bad move and this bullet goes into her brain, kid,” One of the men’s gruff voices warned, making fear hit the small girl like a wave. She didn’t know what to do, she wasn’t exactly prepared for it.

Bambi stilled, eyes traveling up to meet the older man in front of her, he looked powerful, must have been their leader. He was older than her, but couldn’t have been much older than 30. Small pieces of stubble decorating his jawline and a black shirt covering his muscles, stretching across his wide chest.

“Good move, princess. You’re coming with us,” The next thing the small girl knew was that the gun was no longer pointed towards Anna, instead, it was directly facing her. One pulling of the trigger and a bullet was going to lodge its way between her eyes.

Bambi didn’t have any time to react or notice the person behind her before their cloth-covered hand was covering her mouth. She was pulled against their body, restricted, unable to scream. Her mouth was dry with fear, the strong smell of chemicals hitting her nostrils as she breathed in. Chloroform.

Bambi’s eyes meet Anna’s tear-filled ones, her figure shaking lightly with terror. Anna was pressed down against the counter now, cheek against the marble, hands behind her back, and gun pressing against her temple. She could only watch, helpless, as her best friend was being manhandled out of the house.

Bambi couldn’t do anything either -weaponless- defenseless against these guys but she knew exactly why they were there. They were there to get her, to use her as a bargaining chip against Luke, just about the biggest cliché in the book. The small girl couldn’t help but wonder what they would do to her once they found out that she was useless, and no longer affiliated with the tall Australian. Would they put a bullet in her brain? Send her in a bag to the bottom of a lake?

However, the girl didn’t get much time to question or worry about this as the chloroform from the cloth weakened her as she was about the be thrown in the car, slumping against the man behind her, eyes closed, legs collapsing from beneath her, her consciousness slowly ebbing away into nothingness.

By the time that the girl had woken up, her vision was blurry, and she was tied to a chair, her arms behind her, legs tied to an individual leg of said chair. She was in a warehouse that looked to be completely abandoned, a hole in the roof allowing cold air to waft about. It was freezing.

“Looks like sleeping beauty had woken up,” A scratchy masculine voice taunted at the small girl, standing tall in front of her, blocking her from seeing anything.

“What do you want from me?” Her voice was also scratchy, maybe from the chloroform, she wasn’t entirely sure. She still felt disorientated, barely keeping herself from staying upright as she looked at the man who stood above her, a sinister grin on his face.

“We don’t want anything from you, kid. We want your boyfriend’s head blown off his body.”

“I don’t,” Bambi cut herself off for a moment, coughing, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

The man above her scoffed, rolling his eyes as he looked back down at the girl again, “Don’t act like I’m stupid, princess. All you gotta do is phone him, and Hemmings will come rushing to save his little girlfriend.”

Tears gather in the girl’s eyes as the reality of the situation kicks in. It isn’t a dream, this was her real life. She didn’t want to be trapped like this, in this chair or this life. Luke didn’t care for her anymore, he hadn’t talked to her in weeks, why would he come and save her?

“He won’t come.”

“Don’t play me, princess. I’ve never seen Hemmings ever with a girl twice until you,” He pointed towards the girl, sneering ever so slightly, “You are the key to us getting his gang wiped off of the map. starting with Hemmings, then Clifford, then Hood and Irwin.”

Tears choked up the girl’s throat, her mouth opening as she thought of the fight that she had with him, then the weeks of not talking. The loneliness, the discord. Luke hadn’t bothered to reach out to her, to check that she was ok. Her head shook slightly as the strong emotions continued to arise, “He doesn’t love me anymore, it’s useless.”

The man’s hand gripped the edge of Bambi’s shirt lightly, his jaw clenching as he spoke harshly, spit flying out of his mouth as he threatened the young girl. The gun, which had loosely been held in the man’s hand was now pointed at her once more, “Didn’t ask for your fucking sob story, kid. Open your fucking phone and call him.”

Bambi was frozen in fear, it felt like ice was going through her veins as her phone was thrashed harshly into her shaking hand. At her hesitance to call him, the gun was pressed harshly into the skin of her ribcage as the man ordered again, this time with his words even more clipped, “Now.”

She knew the man wasn’t asking, it wasn’t even an order, it was a threat. This man was dangerous, and she was defenseless against him, if she even wanted a chance of survival she had to comply and hope that he prayed mercy on her and let her go when she realizes she isn’t of use. Shakily, the girl found Luke’s contact, swallowing back her tears, she pressed the call button.

It was silent in the big room in the warehouse other than the few rings the phone made out as the man made her put the phone on speaker. Surprisingly, only a few moments of the phone ringing, it stopped, connecting onto the call with the tall Australian himself.

“Hello?” Luke’s voice sounded out and the girl felt the tears begin to roll down her cheeks at the sound of his voice. It was familiar, it felt like home but at the same time, she felt her stomach clench. His voice was surprisingly soft, the only indication that Luke knew that it was his Bambi calling.

She knew that he had been expecting her to call most likely. She just wished it hadn’t happened like this. She opened her mouth to talk, but the words didn’t form as the tears fell harder, his voice sounding through once more, this time sounding more concerned, “Bambi? What is it?”

“Luke I-” She cut herself off, forcing her sobs to stay silent as she felt the man press the gun against her in annoyance, rolling his eyes before stealing the phone out of the girl’s hand.

“Hemmings, you know when I found out you had a new girlfriend I didn’t think she’d be quite as soft as this,” The man taunted as he stared down at the girl in front of him, “She’s not your usual type, is she? Where’d you find this one?”

“What do you want, Andrews?”

“I want you to meet me at the warehouse, you know the one I’m sure,” The man had rolled his eyes, not that Luke could have seen and a smirk rose to his face, “I’d tell you to come alone without any weapons but I won’t. Bring Hood, Clifford, Irwin, I don’t care. I can just wipe out you all at the same time.”

It was silent for a moment, “What makes you think I will?”

“Because if you don’t I’ll make sure the next time you see your little love she’ll have a bullet in her head. Wouldn’t want me to mess up her pretty little face, would you?” He looked back at the smaller girl again, sending her a malicious smile that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, “You have an hour, Hemmings.”

With that, the man hung up, tossing the girl’s phone to the floor and crushing it swiftly with the heel of his shoe.

The next hour was taunting for the small girl. The man didn’t leave her side, almost as if he was afraid that she would escape. At that time, she tried to distract herself with anything, but the cold warehouse was bare apart from the chair she was stuck to and the clock that stood high on the wall in front of her, taunting her almost.

The time slowly went by, and the girl lost hope. Luke wasn’t coming for her. Soon enough, the clock struck the time that would have been an hour past the phone call. Then another ten minutes passed. Another five.

“He isn’t coming,” The girl had spoken up to the man, which most definitely wasn’t the smartest thing.

The man continued to look straight forward, scoffing, “Shut up girl. He will.”

He seemed so assured of himself, of Luke. For a man that hated Luke so much, he seemed to have a lot of faith in him. The silence, which had yet again filled up the room was broken by the sound of someone talking through the radio, yet it was too broken up to hear.

The man took the radio off of the side of his pants, holding it up to his face, “Jason? Tyson? Can anyone hear me?”

Only more crackling sounds were heard until it faded off into silence. The man’s face twisted into a scowl as he cursed under his breath, getting his gun out and marching towards the door. He wasn’t very smart, clearly, leaving the girl unguarded and alone; she was all of the leverage he had against Luke.

The sound of gunshots made the girl flinch, eyes screwing shut as she began to shake. She didn’t want to be here. She just wanted to be home, in her bed. Not Anna’s guest bedroom, but her own. She couldn’t deal with this anymore.

The fighting got louder and louder until she heard someone battering right against the walls of the room she was in. The door heaved open, but she couldn’t find it in herself to open her eyes, too petrified of who could be there if she did. Hands pressed against her skin as she jumped, trying to fight them away but to no avail as they untied her bound legs.

“Bambi,” The man breathed out, and suddenly the smell of a familiar cologne clung to Bambi’s nostrils, her tears going thicker.

Her eyes opened to find Luke in front of her, crouched down, throwing the rope away that she had been tied to. She threw herself into his arms, hands going around his neck, one hand in his curls. He held onto her like he was scared she was going to evaporate right between his arms, holding her close against his body.

“It’s alright dove, I’ve got you,” He whispered, trying his best to comfort the sobbing girl in his arms. His eyes were closed, thankful to have the girl back in his embrace, and had no plan to let go of her anytime soon, “I got you.”

Calum, Ashton, and Michael had covered his back, successfully eliminating all of the threats as he had raced to get his girl, to have her safe with him once more. They had entered the room to see their best friend crouched down, practically encasing the smaller girl in his arms as she cried, him comforting her. They deserved their privacy, even after everything that had gone on, but they knew they needed to get out of here soon.

The girl’s tears subsided for a moment as she pulled away from the man, eyes darting around and voice panicky, “You need to find Anna, she was-”

“I know, she called me. She’s safe. We’ve been trying to figure out a plan to get you back for three hours now baby,” After his reassurance, he used the hand that was on the back of her head to push her towards him slightly, kissing her forehead as he played with her hair.

Soon enough, he has his leather jacket off, leaving him in only his black button-up, splaying the jacket across her shoulders to keep her warm. The drive back to their condo is silent, but that’s exactly how it should be. Luke doesn’t take his hand away from Bambi for the entire ride, despite how dangerous it could be. He just wants to remind himself that she’s there; back in his arms.

Luke had to admit, the condo felt warmer now that she was back in it. She sat on the counter in the bathroom, hand holding onto Luke’s as if it was her lifeline as he ran them both a bath, helping her strip down and get into the bath before sliding in behind her, pulling her against him.

Bambi basked in the warmth that both the water and the person behind her gave her. They barely talked for the first ten minutes, enjoying the comfort that the silence brings with it.

“I love you,” Luke murmured, pressing a kiss against her shoulder, stubbly beard itching her shoulder.

“I love you too, Lu,” The girl twisted around to face the man, pressing her lips against his, bubble-covered hand getting bubbles on his face. She doesn’t mention the beard, far too tired to make unnecessary conversation. She, however, noticed the guilty and solemn expression on her boyfriend’s face, quietly stating, “It’s not your fault, you know.”

“I should’ve protected you,” He whispered, hand reaching up to cradle her cheek, softly tracing patterns on her cheek with his thumb.

“No, you were giving me space, as I wanted. You were being respectful of my boundaries, and I love you for that.”

“It put you in danger, Bambi,” His hand that was around her waist pulled her closer when he said that, “I’ll do better, I promise. I’ll protect you.”

“No, Lu. You can’t protect me forever,” The girl said, kissing him on the cheek before speaking again, eyes never moving from the gaze that she held with the blue-eyed man, “I wanna drive, go out by myself without Jacob. I wanna go to the club-”

“Absolutely not,” Luke scoffed, shaking his head, his protective side of the smaller girl coming out.

“Luke,”

She looked up at him, head tilted slightly to the side with an eyebrow raised. He stared down at her, holding his ground before he looked away, letting out a slightly exasperated and breathy laugh, “Fine. But you only go to the club with me and you never leave my side. And you’re taking boxing classes. MMA, whatever. I’m teaching you how to fight. You need to tell me where you’re going at all times and sometimes let Jacob drive you but you still need to leave when low-level gang members are here-”

“Luke.”

“Fine. But you need to keep your distance from them, ok?”

The girl smiled beamingly, kissing him on the lips. She knew that from a protective boyfriend like Luke, that was the best that she was going to get, “Thanks babe, love you!”

Luke grumbled something lightly that sounded like ‘yeah, love you too’ as he rolled his eyes, the girl starting to clamber out of the bath. Her hands were starting to wrinkle due to the water, showing her that she needed to get out. However, she nearly slipped, thankfully being held back by her boyfriend, who helped her get out safely.

Slipping a towel over her body, she sent her boyfriend a sheepish smile, “How’re you expected to defend yourself at the club if you can’t even get out the bath, Bambi?”

“Oh shut it, Lu,” The girl laughed, making the blond’s face crack out into a small smile, “You coming or what?”

“Yeah yeah, give me a minute,” With that, the girl left, leaving the man to shake his head with a smile on his face. They were both back, with each other, where they belonged.

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10millionyearsdungeon · 4 years

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One Night in Miyagi

A/N: Another month, another collab~. This one is for the Lovesick Discord server. September’s prompt was The Yandere Purge. Featuring the Karasuno Bara-daddy Officer Daichi Sawamura, we proudly present...One Night In Miyagi: A Purge Story. ===============================================

The pulsating in your ears was a taiko drum solo your body played by rope; it was a familiar environment you knew you could react in. Muscle memory was your friend when it came to tying tourniquets and starting IVs for fluids. It was your life, after all-- after working several years after graduation at a trauma center in downtown Tokyo, your hands were responsible for saving and soothing so many lives. It only made sense that you would volunteer for this. Out of the back of a repurposed van and a ragtag crew of off duty police officers and nurses, you all agreed to be above the collective who engaged in the chaos about to ensue with the setting sun. “You’re sure about this?” The strapping young officer crossed his arms over his broad chest, dark eyes squinting into the sunset as you piled another heavy trauma kit into the back of the van next to the folded stretcher. You nodded and patted your hand on his beefy shoulder, offering him a small smile. “Sawamura, I’ve never been more certain. It’s not my first purge night.” He didn’t appear to be convinced by your reply, but shrugged and loaded his own gear into the van next to your loaned equipment. “Besides, with the hospitals closed and the rest of the first responders forced to take the night off it’s not like we had anything else better to do.”

The way his eyes lingered on your delicate wrists and trailed up your forearms made you shiver. Sawamura was always one of those friendly faces you looked forward to seeing when he brought a drunk and disorderly patient into your department. In another life you could see yourself fall for him and his bravery. If only you knew just how far he would go to protect you…

He didn’t like the idea of you putting yourself in harm’s way. From the moment he first laid eyes on you after taking a nasty hit during a call he knew you had to be his. It was your gentleness that won him over as you readied his eye for repair. It was a nasty blow to the head and he could barely see. It was like only yesterday when you stitched him up and picked out the remaining glass fragments from the broken beer bottle, only to leave his bay to scold and dish out your own legal form of justice on the drunken fool who dared attack an on-duty police officer.

Maybe it was your strength that attracted him so. Perhaps it was the quiet way you would smile before selecting the largest angiocaths on your problem patients to help them understand the error of their ways. He found himself thinking as you carefully held the split skin of his face together with delicate fingertips that you were something small, precious even. After that night, he made more frequent appearances, noting your schedule and asking around for you when you flitted from one patient to the next. It surprised you how often you bumped into each other. As a professional courtesy, you bought him a cup of coffee on your break and he nearly fell right then and there. In the ugliness and rot of your shared world, you stood above it all as a paragon of true goodness in his eyes. Somehow untarnished, that tiny nurse who didn’t take no for an answer when it meant it would benefit her patients captivated him. So driven, so pure, you needed to be protected and saved from the filth. He grew bolder, even going so far as to ask for your number one night when your department was emptying out. His request took you aback, but you endeared him further by tucking your hair behind your ear and scribbling your digits on a bright pink post-it note. It started out innocently enough. He’d send you the occasional text to see if you were working and drop by with a much-needed boost whether it was coffee or a touch of kindness and insight only another member of the fold could bring to your hellacious shifts. You never noticed just how close he would get when your back was turned, how discreetly he would lean in to catch a whiff of your perfume from your neck or how his hand would linger at the small of your back just a few seconds shy of being uncomfortable. It was nearly six months before you called him by his given name, and when you did he never wanted another person’s name to fall from your lips. It came as a minor surprise to you that he volunteered for the ride along with you. But Daichi knew it would be easy to get you alone. The Purge was the perfect excuse to be close, to work with you, to protect you from the ensuing violence. You closed the heavy doors and hopped inside with a soft grunt, the sound striking him to the core. “Y’know, there are easier ways to get my attention,” he teased. You grinned and crouched along the stretcher, the cool metal bars digging into your thighs. You adjusted the securement straps on your equipment, really a collection of mismatched bungie cables and zipties, and sighed through your nose. As you did your final checks, Daichi raked his eyes along the curves of your body in silent admiration. Shaking himself from his reverie, he climbed to the front of the van and murmured something to the driver you couldn’t quite catch. They turned on the scanner and the van purred to life as it pulled out of the empty lot. Your night was about to begin.

You hung out in the back of the van as the driver pulled into another ambulance bay to pick up your second medic, a quiet young man with sharp brown eyes and dark red hair. As he loaded up, a feeling of unease washed over you and you swore you could smell gasoline on his clothes. You pushed your thoughts to the side and helped him secure his equipment, all under the watchful eye of Officer Sawamura. The feeling he got off the newcomer made him recoil in revulsion. He narrowed his gaze at him as the redhead smiled slyly at you and held out his hand for you to shake. “Saito Tendou,” he chirped with a fox-like grin. “Y/n,” you replied, tentatively taking his hand in a brief shake. Revulsion consumed Daichi over the harmless touch. How dare he touch you? Did he know you didn’t belong to him? As Daichi swallowed his rage, he smiled warmly and offered Tendou a thermos of hot coffee, which the newcomer gratefully accepted. Your crew was complete; pulling out of the lot, the van began slowly patrolling the streets. Daichi kept his sidearm close and loaded as he scanned the streets for any unfriendlies. It was early, and the rougher the area became, the more apparent it was that the designated time frame for Purge Night was merely a suggestion. Fires erupted from storefront windows, people in crudely made masks looted and carried their prizes brazenly down the narrow streets. Women, scantily clad in fishnet and plastic wrap sashayed down the sidewalks looking for a few Johnnies to make their Purge Night a lucrative one to remember. Tendou’s gaze lingered on the hookers in their sparkling heels and garish makeup, all the while still wearing that same smirk. “It’s a shame we can’t go out and have a little fun, too, huh, Y/n?” Your cheeks flushed with the implication of his statement and you chuckled nervously. Daichi turned around to watch you tuck your hair behind your ear and again felt that beast in his belly attempt to claw its way to the surface. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” you murmured, eyes thoughtfully trained on the gutters and storm drains as you passed. Daichi flexed in his seat and chuckled darkly, a sound you nearly missed over the chorus of screams pouring from a burned out convenience store Tendou’s grin fell and everyone in the van could feel the tension rise. The driver, with his heavy-lidded eyes and stoic expression breathed out a soft curse as you readied your pack. Daichi opened his door and was the first out of the van. You followed closely behind; it was an unspoken agreement you had when you both signed on for this-- he would take point, and you would stay close to him. You held your medic pack close to your hip as you traced Daichi’s steps. The burly officer had his 9mm handgun trained at the door, moving silently through the trashed aisles. Corn chips and hard candy crunched underfoot along with broken glass and debris. As you trudged through the building behind your dedicated lawman, you gasped when the screaming suddenly stopped. All you could hear was the pounding of blood in your ears and the slowing of Daichi’s breathing. “Y/n,” he whispered, unmoving as his flashlight revealed bloody trails leading down the back of the store to the walk-in cooler. It looked like someone was dragged forcibly into the chilly space, their handprints smeared against the heavy door. He glanced down between his boots and shuffled forward. “I don’t think you need to see this, Y/n.” It was almost a warning, one he knew you wouldn’t heed as the unknown victim’s fingertips rolled under his steel-toed boots. Severed neatly at the knuckle, he pushed forward with his muzzle trained on the door as you skirted to his back. “Don’t look down.” “I--...Officer Sawamura, I-” “I said don’t look.” Your blood ran cold when the door swung open. The convenience store manager huddled in the corner of the cooler, clutching her hands to her abdomen. Her eyes went wide with terror as Daichi shined his light into the space. He almost felt bad for her- hair matted with blood and gore, shivering from the chill that had sunk into her bones. The puddle she sat in reeked of congealed blood and excrement, evidence of her fight soaking into her torn clothes and stained apron. Your feet rushed you to her side before the officer could stop you. You knelt down and whispered kind words, stating you were there to help her. She flinched at your touch, terrified that you were there to bring her more harm. Daichi continued to stand watch, turning his back to guard the only exit. If she was still alive, chances are whoever decided to loot and maim the poor girl would come back to finish the job. “Ma’am, I need to clean the blood off so I can assess the extent of your injuries.” You dropped your pack to your side and knelt as you worked, pulling bottles of sterile saline to wash the blood and urine from her hands and face. Her fingertips were severed cleanly, but to the bone. It didn’t leave much for you to work with, but you persisted. The body was a miraculous thing. As you continued to murmur hushed words of encouragement, of genuine concern and care for the clerk, Daichi felt himself swell with pride and jealousy. You were too good, too sweet for this disgusting world. It was everything he could do to keep you safe. By the time you finished wrapping up her hands and sewing the deeper defensive wounds on her arms and chest, Tendou was sauntering into the storefront with a strange wobble to his gait. You kept your focus on your patient and helped her to her feet, gently reminding her that it was going to be okay, that she was safe. Daichi aimed his gun at the redhead as he drew closer. “Oh, Officer, how nice to see you.” Daichi’s finger gripped the trigger slowly as Tendou walked into the light. He pressed the muzzle of the gun into his own chest and grinned that sly, loaded grin, daring the cop to release the safety and pull the trigger. He leaned over Daichi’s shoulder and watched as you helped your patient out of the cooler. “Does our little lamb need assistance?” “This little lamb is fine, Tendou. There’s a safe house not far from here. Run there and don’t get caught. And don’t stop until you get there. Tell them Mercy sent you,” you ordered the frantic woman. She nodded and pushed past the two men on unsteady legs. “That was sweet of you...but I doubt she’ll get far.” “What do you--” The redhead drew closer as the woman pushed passed him and out of the cooler. Daichi trailed behind her, if only to ensure she didn’t need cover-fire as she made her escape. As the police officer’s footfalls retreated from the store, Tendou grinned and inspected the bloody scene. “Injured lamb, blood loss, the scent’s in the air and the sharks are circling the block...it’s only a matter of time before she’s had, Y/n.” You steadied your breathing and glared up at him. “It was sweet of you to give her a chance, though...Mercy.” He whispered your codename with a smirk, his heavy-lidded eyes drinking in your soured expression with interest. “How do you know that name?” He canted his head, expression unchanging and drew closer so you could smell the coffee and liquor on his breath. He turned only slightly, noting the white light flooding the storefront and creeping into the walk-in in broad, sweeping strokes. Taller than you by a head, he leaned into your body, caging you against the frosty metal of the back of the fridge, his hand clapped tightly over your mouth. Your eyes darted up to meet his, a harshness you were unfamiliar with dancing in them like fire threatening to engulf you both. You understood his wordless plea-- stay quiet and still. Voices, slurring and rough called into the store from the street. They paused only to taunt Officer Sawamura, a mistake met with gunfire and tires squealing into the night. You could hear him make his return, but Tendou held fast to you, hiding you from view. “Are they gone?” You asked quietly when Daichi made his return. Your eyes widened at the shadow that crept over your living shield. The ringing in your ears muffled the rapid sprinting of your heartbeat as hot blood and gray matter sprayed across your face and neck like an explosion of organic stew. Bone fragments caught in your hair with the softer tissues of your former partner. Eyes wide with terror, you stared at Daichi. Your scream caught in your chest as you hyper-ventilated, frozen against the steel wall. He casually stepped over the redhead’s limp body and he reeked of gunpowder and brain matter.

The world and its mindless noise seemed to slow down with the slumping body of your partner. Daichi lowered his weapon and returned it to the holster on his hip as casually as one would slip shoes on. He moved quickly, surprising considering his size, and gripped your jaw with a beefy hand. With your mouth covered again, all you could do was pant through your nose and tremble at the scene. He worked quickly to rifle against your clothes, all the while pinning you to the wall by your face with that single strong hand. When he found what he was looking for, you whimpered quietly into his palm. Daichi drank in your fear and watched you quake against him as he brushed along your hips with measured interest. “If you scream, I can’t promise your protection.” Your throat bobbed with another scream swallowed in fear. It was one thing to see the aftermath of a murder, but another entirely to be an accessory to one. Tendou’s eyes were glassy, pupils blown and fixed as he stared up at your writhing futilely into Daichi’s iron grip. The officer leaned into your ear and you could feel him grin as he fanned your skin with his hot breath. “He was attacking you, Y/n. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t protect you?” The glimpse of Daichi’s true nature shone through as he curled two fingers into the meat of your thigh, his free palm gripping your buttock with enough force you knew would leave you with bruises. You’d be his-- he’d make certain of it. Daichi would keep you safe even if it meant he had to drug and shoot every warm body with a pulse in the entire country. He’d burn the prefecture to the ground if it meant you’d be his to protect. As realization sunk into your bones with the slap of his fingertips against your clothed core, a new feeling of helplessness washed over you that made your insides clench and twist in on themselves. Caught in his trap, Officer Daichi Sawamura ensured it was a Purge Night his night nurse would never forget.

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prettycutebunny · 4 years

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On the other side

Illumi x reader

It’s part of a collab with my discord lovelies hope you enjoy it.

The fire was burning your flesh as your throat scorched. Everything was wrong ! You did nothing wrong but everyone is wrong ! This is not how it was supposed to happen. You’re tired, so tired of crying,begging,and screaming. They were the accusers,judge,and the jury. Why did it end up like this?

You two were young and naive. He always had a mean streak. He loved toying with people and animals alike but he wasn’t mean to you. You both decided to marry once you’re adult. Your parents approved. Love comes with time doesn’t it ? Being “soulmates” is for romantic suckers you didn’t need it ! Just a home and protection. How’d you know he’s going to find his “soulmate”? You still can remember that day when he came to you looking so happy yet mad?

“Hey,can we talk?”

His face was grim,which is weird compared to his deranged smile he held most of the time. His gang was standing nearby like guards. What’s going on ?

“Sure, are you okay ?”

“I found my soulmate,I’m going to cancel the engagement”

He said it without any hint of a joke. You felt rage boiling inside you. How dare he?

“No. I don’t care about this soulmate bullshit. You said we are going to get married and everyone knows that. I won’t allow you to break your promise. I refuse to be humiliated”

Yelling at someone you knew was resentful and vengeful wasn’t one of your brightest ideas but you couldn’t help it. Him canceling this whole thing and going with someone else was out of question. He wasn’t angry however he laughed.

“I know you’d say something like that”

He exchanged looks with his friends and they all attacked you. Screaming and scratching did nothing. Three men who loved fights and crime against a woman,it’s a losing battle. They didn’t care about touching you as they carried off toward the village. Your screams attracted attention as everyone got out of their home to check all this racket. Genthru Dropped your legs as his friend held your arms behind your back. He stood in front of the villagers and yelled.

“I caught my dearly beloved doing black magic”

He announced causing a chaos among people. There’s been dead animals found around the village which many interrupted as a sign of a witch nearby.

He held his hand high showing a weird looking necklace.

“She gave me this. It has a love potion in it. When my dear friends pointed it out and I took it off I started seeing the truth. She tricked us all”

“Are you kidding me ?! I don’t know what you’re talking about you cheating .....”

You voice was muffled by one of his friends as he kept talking. He kept showing weird items you never saw around saying you gifted them to him hoping to keep him beside you.

Tying you to a pole the edges of the village wasn’t hard. You couldn’t fight three of them let alone a hoard. There’s been rumors about monsters living on the other side of the river. You as a horrible witch deserve to be offered to them. Your flesh shall appease them as you slowly burn to death in the middle of nowhere with no one by your side.

The fire was closing in as the nearby wood started catching it. Your skin slowly melting,that’s when you felt it. A present of some sort. Opening your eyes you noticed a little boy. He was pale with beautiful blue eyes and white hair. His clothes were so elegant. He slowly approached you passing by the fire without an issue. You felt your ties loosen as he pushed you off away from the heat. The feeling of cold ground and the breeze on your skin was heavenly. You were burnt badly and dehydrated near death. The blue eyes boy spoke up.

“If you are a witch, why didn’t you use magic to escape ?”

You tried to laugh but it came as a weird scratchy noise. Your throat still dry and you legs burnt badly you couldn’t talk or move.

“Killu,how many times do I have to tell you. Stay away from humans. They’re food nothing more”

The new voice made your heart stop. From the frying pan to the fire of course. Looking up to the new comer. He was pale like the white haired boy,black long hair,big black doll eyes, and tall lean body. He slowly approached assessing you.

“She’s badly hurt brother,she was screaming so loud it annoyed me”

He said looking at his brother pleadingly

“If you’re going to kill her , can you do it quickly ?”

He asked giving you a pitiful look. The little monster had more mercy than you entire village. At least you won’t suffer for hours and you can come back to haunt the hell out of you fiancé. Excuse me, ex fiancé.

“Fine,but I’m drinking her blood.its a waste letting it rot with her”

He said approaching you before lifting you by your shoulder.thats when you felt it. Your entire body was filled with weird scorching warmth as your vision became suddenly so lively. Your heart was jumping out of your skin as you stomach started flattering. By the way he dropped you like you were a hot potato, he felt it too. His black eyes looking and assessing you again but not as a threat this time. Your entire skin turned pink as his eyes examined you from your hair to your toes.

“Brother ?”

The little boy asked.his older brother put picked you up suddenly.

“She’s my soulmate killu, I’m taking her with us.”

You looked at him before pointing to the river nearby. You’d pay half of your life for a sip.

“Oh,hold on”

He stopped putting you down in the middle of it. The water felt so good as you drank and wetted you’re burnt skin.

“Better?”

“Yeah”

Your throat still hurt,but at least you can talk. As he picked you up again you looked him in the eyes and introduced yourself hoping he’d do the same. You even added human for good measure.

“Im illumi zoldyck. What you humans call a “vampire””

“And I’m killua ! His little brother”

You looked at the little boy smiling. He was so adorable

“Nice to meet you killua. Illumi can I ask you a favor ? As your soulmate and all”

His eyes looked down at you studying your facial expression.

“Soulmates increases the life span and gives us more the best kids. I’m not letting you go”

You shook your head.

“No, you turn me to one of you ? I want to go back and kill my asshole ex and his new wife”

You said praying he’d agree. That jerk was going to pay. While you’re out there you’d burn the village for good measures.

He looked amused as he nodded seemingly liking the idea of getting rid of any guy you were once close to. This is going to be fun.

#hunter x hunter #hxh illumi #illumi zoldyck #illumi zoldyck x reader #hxh

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soysaucecas · 3 years

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oooh for the ask game 24, 30, and 44!

MAGPIE MY BELOVED HELLO

24. What are your favorite episodes?

The only episodes I've really watched are TMWWBK (which is my favorite episode and I'm certain would still be my favorite if I watched every single one because it has the only SPN character and the only SPN line), The French Mistake (which was funny enough but honestly in the Just Okay category for me, which makes me pretty sure I wouldn't enjoy actually watching SPN if this is one of the funniest/highest-rated eps), and Reading Is Fundamental (my best friend was watching it and asked me if I wanted to hop on Discord, I thought it might be fun to see Kevin's first introduction but instead this ep found the two of us taking like 90 minutes to get through it bc we kept pausing and screaming (derogatory) as the model minority stereotype jokes piled up and up and up... Unfortunately not a favorite even if we got Meg AND the "pull my finger" joke AND the "Sorry" shot). Other than TMWWBK, from clipping and transcript-reading, I like Wayward Sisters (who doesn't?), The Things We Left Behind (Claire!!!! Cas trying to be a dad! The diner scene aka my favorite destiel scene of all time bc being in love just looks so good on Cas! Also the parallels between Claire and Randy and teen Dean and the adults at that club in his story... woof.), Golden Time (Eileen gets to be HERE and be sad and loved and fight people with ghost powers and Cas gets to do a cool speech and a stabbing and do the Asian community a favor), and Lucifer Rising (just immensely sexy on all counts for Ruby, Sam, Cas, and myself). Also I am SO fond of Steve!Cas so I'll add Heaven Can't Wait even if I barely know anything about it.

30. What is an unpopular opinion or headcanon you have about the show?

Ooh okay hm I think. So I adore confession scene, but I don't think the "I cared about the whole world because of you" is like. The Objective Truth the way that most bloggers seem to take it. Cas was lobotomized tons of times before he met Dean, he was described as coming off the line with a crack in his chassis, he's always been the weird little angel who likes humanity too much! I don't think Dean came first, and although gay love was part of what helped Cas invent free will, he *Ruby voice* didn't need the feather to fly, Dumbo! I do think Cas believes what he says in the moment, but I also think he sorta... made himself believe it? This is probably just me deciding that cas-coding should go both ways, but like. I very much crush as a coping mechanism and I very much overascribe my actions to love because it simply seems more noble/poetic to do so. Being miserable because school is hard is cringefail but being miserable because of unrequited love is Good Shit. And I have been in unrequited love with my best friend for at least 7 years (probably 9 but I didn't realize it earlier) and if you asked I would 100% say that she taught me love and defined love for me and that she will be my first and last, but I also know that that is not entirely true; it's just the narrative that I like for myself. And I think that being in an Empty deal contingent on whether or not he LETS himself feel happy would lead Cas to do plenty of mental maneuvering, which I think involved intentional self-poor-little-meow-meow-ification via overascribing his choices and happiness to Dean (and I also think he'd already been doing that for a while just because of personal self-worth issues and because it's a nice narrative). I know as Cas's last Moment on the show it was probably written to be The Objective Truth, but I am perceiving him and I say no.

44. If you could write an episode of Supernatural, what would happen?

Oh scream okay! This is a fun one! I am going to start out with two ideas from other people:

1. Months ago Nate from the pocnatural discord had the idea of an episode from the "monster"'s perspective where the Winchesters are just clearly the antagonists while not doing anything different than they usually do. I think the idea was that all these supernatural beings live in a self-regulating community together and we have one Very Likable pov character who's a member of this community, but one of the newer members messes up one day and kills someone and the Winchesters come on a case and wreak havoc on this Very Much Functioning (there was going to be a whole rehab and reparations thing for the new member who messed up!) system and kill pov character and in the end you just HATE Sam and Dean for it.

2. It's hard to adapt anything from bad moon rising (aka my favorite spn fic) very well because the point of an Arab Winchesters season 1 rewrite is that it doesn't really work with the white characters we have now, but I think I could see a version of chapter 2 adapted as long as Haley (an Ojibwe hunter who lives in the area affected by what Sam and Dean are hunting) takes the lead. I'd especially like to see this section:

Dean laughs, a little disbelievingly. The question has never crossed his mind. “Do you like it?”

This gives Haley no pause at all. “Yeah,” she says. “I mean, it’s not really about killing monsters, though, for me. Or, it’s not always about killing monsters. It’s about community. Not violence. It’s a spiritual thing to build a home, you know?”

“Oh,” Dean says. He can’t think of anything else to say. It has never crossed his mind before that hunting could be compatible with a community.

I don't have any original episode ideas to add to the hunting discourse, so we're on to my ideas about character-driven eps. I think I would like to see a version of my sastiel possession fic (ty again for beta-ing that! you're a real one) as an ep around the time of 9.11 because Sam deserves to work through their trauma, but idk what the Dean plot should be for that. Another thing I would like very much is TFW drunk history storytime (so like. Tall Tales bass boosted), where for some reason they all need to go over what they were doing during Stanford era but each of them is telling someone else's story. It's gonna be either Sam->Dean->Cas->Sam or Dean->Sam->Cas->Dean. It starts out very funny (they all have terrible wigs and makeup in the flashbacks. Cas is Jimmy wearing a giant mask with googly eyes on it.) but as it goes on it gets increasingly sad how much these three don't really know each other.

In the Sam->Dean->Cas->Sam episode, Sam's telling of Dean's past veers wildly between "crushing pussy and killing things" and "feels like absolute shit all the time" and it's funny but Not Right and afterwards Dean goes "I didn't know you thought of me that way" and Sam says "... I am basically reading off the voicemails you left me back then" and Dean has to sit there and contend with the mythology he himself wrote for Sam to believe in. Dean->Cas provides the comedic beats for the episode as Dean awkwardly narrates Cas's Life As A Weird Little Guy who watches trees grow and heals babies and in the end Dean goes "so how did I do" and Cas is like "well actually I was either getting lobotomized or murdering people so like 3/10?" The moral of this plot line is that Dean is bi. Cas gives a fairly faithful retelling of Sam living her trans little life at Stanford and veering between trying to be Normal and being a total weirdgirl and feeling guilty and angry and happy and free. It becomes clear that Cas admires Sam a lot (but also feels like. guilt and some self-recrimination for not being that) for rebelling from their dad and exploring their queerness during a time Cas was still to his knowledge in total soldier mode, and Sam is having an a_good_soldier's Thesis 5 moment about how she failed the kid she used to be and how very sorry they are about all the things that happened to them, and Dean hates that this is the first he's hearing about so much of this but is also quite emo about the parts where Sam is struggling. The ep ends with them all in the same room not looking at each other and not knowing if they want to group hug or never talk again.

Dean->Sam->Cas episode is similar but the storytelling dissolves a lot faster as it becomes clearer way faster how much their own emotions are getting in the way. Dean is upset that Sam could leave their family so easily and probably swing a normal life, Sam keeps wondering what it would be like to live millennia just KNOWING that you were right and good and clean, and Cas is gay and veering between fitting Dean's life into a larger Righteous Man narrative and just being very tender (and sad and angry) about Dean's pain. Episode ends in a rather cathartic shouting match where they all end up apologizing to each other for many things.

Oh also I would like to see Cassie again but I don't have an episode in mind there. Also would love to see Kaia adjusting to life in Sioux Falls and befriending the others and dealing with Bad Place trauma.

tysm for the questions sorry for taking so long!

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authoratmidnight · 4 years

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A bunch of headcanons I rambled about on discord.

Worth noting that the time for all this is post canon by a few years (like, by the time Yusaku’s graduating)

-Jin and Lightning working at cafe Nagi, (Lightning has a SOLtis body-all the Ignis actually do and can hop between the SOLtis and riding around in the duel disks). It’s mostly simple tasks like cleaning up tables, taking/giving out orders. Also I figure all the SOLtis are reasonably attractive in their own right, and cute guys draw in customers, so Shoichi is gonna take advantage of Lightning’s good looks that way.

-Jin is friends with Windy's origin (to be referred to as Hiyuu b/c I like that name) and Windy so the 4 of them hang out a lot.

-Windy and Lightning are considerably more chill and mellowed out now. and you know, less homicidal. Windy is something of a playful prankster tho (and when he and Hiyuu team up well, watch out lol)

-Lightning is, basically a tsundere about how he feels about Jin. He tries to act like he does not like Jin but heaven help you if you're mean to him (Lightning has cowed many an entitled customer that started being rude to Jin into behaving by just, standing behind Jin, arms crossed and glaring daggers at them till they stop and Jin is none the wiser) plus there's the fact that he destroyed the bit of data pertaining to Jin's memories of the LI-or at the very least what Lightning did to him. He's, trying to atone for what he did. So, he claims not to like Jin but everyone knows better.

-Ai definitely called Lightning 'Light-chan' or 'Hikari-chan' once just to push his buttons. Lightning did not like it. Unfortunately for him Jin was right there and thought it was the cutest nickname ever so now there really is no escaping it. He sometimes breaks it out to be a cheeky little shit.

-Also, Duel Club president Yusaku (since at this point he's in his final year of hs so a couple years of growth and proper healing now under the belt). I endeared myself to the idea of Yusaku actually deciding to, go to it, voluntarily, and start trying to duel again to try and regain that sense of fun he once got from it. And slowly he does start to enjoy himself again. And maybe helping teach Shima how to play better/deck build (esp when it becomes clear he's maybe not as much of a newb at this as was previously thought) b/c I want some friend bonding on that end of things.

And then when the current president/vice president step down and it's time for them to pick someone else everyone just, overwhelmingly votes for Yusaku. Who very much did NOT expect it.

-Tying into the Yusaku going to Duel Club and friendship bonding w/ Shima. Slowly but surely beginning to open up to other people. After watching Yusaku fight/fighting him Shima quickly realizes that, Yusaku isn't some newbie who doesn't know how to duel, the opposite really, it's just that he doesn't duel. So one day he does decide to ask what is up with that. Like, 'you're so good at duelling, why do you act like you can't?'

And for the first time, Yusaku opens up (well, more like he starts rambling and doesn't even realize how much he's said till like, after). He doesn't share the details of the LI, that's personal and is between him, his therapist and the rest of the victims, but he does say that he went through something as a child that fucking him up so badly it took years of therapy before he could even look at a deck without feeling physically sick and having a panic attack. And even more before he could pick up a deck and try duelling again. And while he can do that now, he doesn't really have any fun doing it, hasn't had fun since he was little.

Which safe to say is NOT what Shima was expecting, also he realizes that wow, he may have been a bit of an insensitive jerk to Yusaku in the past (he tries to apologize but Yusaku waves it off cause he was an intentional asshole to Shima too so they're kinda even there). But now Shima is determined to help his friend smile again and enjoy duelling b/c duelling is fun damnit, and everyone deserves to have fun.

-The first time he smiles/laughs during a duel is, ironically, the first one he loses. He's notorious for being damn near impossible to beat but one day it happens. He's fighting another club member and, maybe he was distracted, maybe he just got a string of bad draws, but he lost. And something, clicks. He lost, but also, he lost and nothing is happening. There's no pain, no screaming, nothing bad is happening, just some 'oh my god you did it!'s from his opponent's friends while Yusaku just sort of stares at the table. And then, laughs. A tiny little thing, more like a snort, but it slips out. For once there's no consequence (aside from a broken prefect win record) to losing. He can lose without fear of consequence to himself or someone else, it’s such a breath of fresh air it’s like a weight’s been lifted from his shoulders

-Also post canon Akira absolutely puts together a handpicked team to protect Link VRAINS from threats that way Playmaker and co can take a break b/c GOD they’re just kids, let them enjoy being kids while they can. Ema and Kengo are def on it. And he probably gets extra security help from Ryoken, best to keep those hacking skills on his side after all.

#vrains #headcanons #i thought up thee while fic writing #a few of them get mentioned in the fic #but none are really fleshed out #so that's what this is for

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jinmukangwrites · 5 years

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Lose

"If requests are still open for LinkedU fanfics I'd love to read smth like this: The links adventuring and all and suddenly Twilight turning into a wolf without knowing why and transforms back being in terrible (like TERRIBLE pain) and its all because the twilight realm reopens and monsters are there for a fight. And if you could include Midna that would be AMAZING ... Thanks" @awesomeunicat

(also in answer to LU discord's prompt: Taken/Loss)

-o-o-o-o-

The group walks along the forest path in a companionable silence. They had changed worlds again and none of them knew where they were. The trees are large and full of green leaves and the sounds of the animals chatter around them. Not much help with distinguishing a location when every Hyrule had these traits.

Twilight yawns and looks around him, trying to spot some kind of landmark or anything that could clue in the group as to where they are. Yet there is nothing; only the endless expanse of forest.

The small path below them suddenly narrows and turns off in a seemingly random direction. They must be following an animal path, one trodden down by rabbits or deer over a long period of time. They'll never find civilization this way.

"We'll have to make camp soon," Times says, his voice cuts through the silence. Twilight looks up to the sky and sees that the sun is indeed beginning to sink through the leaves of the trees, casting dark shadows over the forest ground.

If they knew what Hyrule they were in, they would be able to probably travel further, yet because they don't know, there is no telling what kind of creatures are lurking behind the corner, waiting for the cover of dark to pounce.

The group answers Time with various grunts of acknowledgement and continue onwards until they stumble upon a clearing in the trees that's wide enough to set up their bed rolls and a fire.

Wild sits in front of the campfire, cutting up rabbit meat, as Time sits down with Legend, Hyrule, and Sky to look at each other's maps, pointing out different areas, theorizing where they could be. Twilight sighs and is about to join then before the world pulses.

Twilight stumbles and something horrible tears at his very bones, bringing out a strangled gasp of pain through his throat.

"Twilight?!" Wind calls, but it's echoing and far away.

Twilights whole body radiates with a stinging agony, one that he hasn't felt in a very long time. Fear claws its way through his chest and latches onto his heart as another pulse of sheer pain streams throughout his entire being. He feels himself falling but he can also feel his bones and muscles shifting unnaturally. Through his blurry gaze, he catches a very familiar design on the back of his hand glowing golden.

Strong hands wrap around his shoulders, attempting to steady him or something alike. The dark blue of Warrior's scarf envelopes his vision and then blurs with the darkness creeping in at the corners of his eyes. He feels his fingers snap and his jaw shatter, shaping and morphing into something else. Something not human.

It's not supposed to be painful, he thinks, and Twilight wants to scream that as Warrior lowers him gently to the ground. He hears worried voices as he loses feeling in his thumbs, shocked gasps as tufts of dark grey fur sprouts from his skin, but he's in too much pain, too busy writhing as his body is shifting against his will, to try and search through the pain clouding his mind to understand what they're saying or trying to do.

Another pulse of fire vibrates his very bones and he howls.

k….

Everything goes so silent as his body shakes from it's attack of pain. It's taking all his strength to keep his eyes half lidded as hands gently grab through his fur, attempting to shake his canine shoulders and check if he's okay. He smells Wild. He smells fear.

ink…

His ear flicks at the voice trying to speak to him. It's different than the other panicked voices above him, this one seems to be directly speaking to him from inside his very skull.

Link…

His eyes close, a wine leaving his throat as well as any feeling or any sense of reality. Black fog coveres his vision and ice seems to replace his blood as his whole body goes numb with the coming unconsciousness.

Link… answer… it's… me….

His lungs let out a puff of air as sleep takes him with a wash of calm. He must be hallucinating, yet it was still nice to hear her voice.

Black takes him as he thinks of her name.

-o-o-o-o-

"Link."

He blinks and looks up to the blackness above him. For a second, he thinks his eyes are still closed until he brings his hands up to his face. He rubs his eyes and groans as he forces himself up so he's sitting.

"How many times do I have to call your name, idiot?"

He startles and jumps to his feet. All around him is black, the space surrounding and the ground beneath almost seems like it just doesn't exist. However, he can see himself just fine as he grabs the sword on his back and brings it out, searching for whatever had called out to him.

Something shifts in the darkness and it approaches him slowly yet elegantly. It's dark like the space around him, and tall like a giant. "Where am I?" He demands, stepping backwards as the figure continues to approach.

Something catches his eyes, something orange like a sunset and red like pure determination. His breaths leaves his lungs. "W-who are you?"

"You're such an idiot," Midna says, smiling as she finally comes into view.

Link drops his sword and stumbles back like he had been stabbed. It certainly feels like it. The sight of her, standing tall, in front of him hurts like someone dug a dagger straight through his heart.

"A dream," he whispers.

She steps closer and he wants to back away, but he can't, his feet are stuck in place. He can't do anything but stare with wide eyes at her as she shakes her head and reaches up to caress his jaw. The touch vibrates through his entire body, tingling down his spine and numbing his toes.

"You're not here," he says, because she can't be. She shattered the mirror and left. There is no way for her to be standing in front of him.

She smirks at him and lowers her hand. "I'm here, but… not for long."

Before Link can say anything her face falls and she steps back. "The Twilight," she says, "something has happened. A monster, it came and… and used evil magic to break the barriers again."

"A monster?" Link finds himself asking even though it has to be a dream.

She looks at him in the eyes. "It was you… or it looked like you."

His blood goes cold and a chill shivers up his spine.

"But... It was black with glowing eyes full of malice. It attacked my tribe, my people, it turned them into dark creatures. With a simple spell, it tore open the barrier."

Memories come flying back at him of his forced transformation and he almost loses his balance completely as he realizes what has happened. Midna continues on, studying him with her ever sharp eyes.

"The Twilight is reopened," she says, confirming his biggest dream and his worst fears.

The darkness around him begins to brighten to gray and Midna fades with it. Panic flares inside his chest because this is too early, she can't go yet, what is he supposed to do?!

"You're so stupid," she says, smirking at what must be his scared face, "I'll find you. Until then, you have people you need to protect, Hero of Twilight."

The world flashes white.

-o-o-o-o-

His eyes open to the sound of battle. There's the running of feet and the gluttal growls of dark monsters he hasn't encountered for such a long time. There is yelling and clashing of swords but there is also… panic.

He pushes himself up to his paws and shakes his head, fighting off waves dizziness. It's night, made so much more impossibly darker by the other world leaking into his own. He's alone, he notices with a start. He turns his head around, breathing deeply and searching with sharp animal eyes for any signs of his friends. His ears twitching and his nose is flaring with his deep breaths of air.

There's noises all around him, he can't tell which direction to go, but thankfully a scent stands out to him.

It's dirty, yet full of life. It smells like like fresh air and stormy weather mixed in with the smell of grass and wildflowers.

He sprints off in the direction.

Leaves and bushes whack at his flank as he runs, but his thick fur and skin keep him protected as he pushes himself harder. He can hear heavy breathing, panicked breaths coming out in short bursts. The smell of blood mixes with Wild's scent.

He bursts through the trees and snarls at the black creature that's crawling forward. Wild in in front of it, holding a sword in front of him with one hand while the other lays limp at his side, dripping blood from his fingertips. He's breathing hard and his eyes are wide as he snaps his neck towards Twilight. Red is running down the side of his face.

The monster screeches and Wild flinches, Twilight growls and runs towards the creature with an animalistic fury before it could attack. He jumps on its body and buries his teeth deep in it's throat. He can feel it's high pitched scream run past his teeth but he digs further until it still and falls down to the ground: dead.

Growling, he unlocks his jaw and backs up and spits black ooze from his mouth. He memorizes the scent, the scent he had long past forgotten, and then turns back towards Wild who is tying a strip of cloth from his garments around a gruesome gash in his arm.

Twilight steps up towards him and he tries to return to his human form, but just like so long ago he's stuck in the wolf form until he leaves the Twilight. Instead, he nudges his head against Wild's leg. Wild looks down at him.

"Can't fight them," he says, breathing hard. His hand goes down and combs through Twilight's muzzle, seeking comfort. "Goes right through."

Twilight understands instantly. Beings of the Light cannot interact with the Twili, but the Twili can definitely interact with them.

His heart beats fearfully at the thought of the others all facing the same creatures, not able to make a scratch but vulnerable to take damage. Not even Time would last long.

He lifts his snout into the air and sucks in a deep lungful. He can instantly tell there are four other creatures of Twilight hiding around. The world around him goes dark as black smoking trails seem to appear out of thin air, heading out in multiple, random directions.

He nods his head at Wild and begins to pad forward. Wild follows. Twilight keeps his eyes on the black smoke and begins to speed up when noises of battle hits his sensitive ears. He breaks into a sprint with Wild expertly chasing behind him, like he's chased after a wolf before.

He crashes through the undergrowth and comes across Four and Sky attempting to fight their own monster. Sky swings the Master Sword, but even that does nothing more but pass right through the monster. Before Sky could back away, the creature swings out it's clawed arm and scratches Sky right across his chest. Twilight howls in anger and kicks his hind legs back, snarling as his jaws locks around the jugular of the creature.

An evil may have reopened the Twilight, released a chaos upon the world, but there is no way he will let it win. He's not going to let it take his family, his world, away from him.

Not again.

He won't lose.

#prompt fic #fan fic #linked universe #hero of twilight #hero of the wild #hero of time #hero of the four sword #hero of the wind #hero of warriors #hero of hyrule #hero of legend #hero of the sky #twilight princess #tp #legend of zelda #midna #jin writes

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xchaosandmagic · 4 years

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Moments. A Handon Story.

Written for my best friend (@naturesloopholed) for our discord verse with prompts from https://sentence-prompts.tumblr.com/. Prompts are both in italics and bold print.

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Hope has a lot of moments in her life that she remembers. Good moments and bad moments. Moments.

Moments she wants to remember forever, moments she wishes she could just forget.

Funerals and parties and fights.

Moments of joy and moments of sorrow. Moments.

Some of her favorite moments are with her family, some with her friends, and some with him.

Out of everyone she shared moments of her life with, the moments she spent with him were the most varied. Most of them were happy, but there was a lot of sad ones and frustrating ones too.

As she stood there, dressed in black, screaming out at the wind, their moments together flashed through her mind.

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She reminded him of a lightning storm, beautiful but dangerous. He told her that once, right after they’d made love. She was pregnant and knew it, but hadn’t told him yet. They were in love, but that was yet another secret that was kept tucked away at this moment.

There was a bit of sunlight creeping in through the window, highlighting the red in her auburn hair, making his green eyes shine bright.

She was curled in his arms, partially laying on her stomach and staring up at his face. He was laying on his back, his shoulders and head propped up by the pillows against the headboard. He drew absentminded shapes on her skin, heart and swirls and stars.

“You remind me of a lightning storm.” He told her, looking at her lips before bringing his eyes up to meet hers, only to find her frowning at him. “Beautiful, but dangerous.”

She grinned, of course she would, both of those words were compliments to her. “Well thank you very much, Mr. Kirby.” She told him before shifting so she was sitting alongside him, she kissed his cheek. “I have to go now, I’m meeting my aunt Bekah for brunch.”

“Have fun with that.” Landon smiled softly at her, cupping her cheek to bring her in for a soft and slow kiss.

“Mmm.” Hope hummed when he pulled back, her eyes staying shut for a moment before only opening halfway. “Keep doing that and I might forget about brunch completely.”

“And then your aunt will know we were...you know.” Landon replied, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“So? I’m a big girl.” Hope told him, despite still being a month from turning 18. “My aunts both know that I do what I want.”

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“No I’m not being creepy! I’m staring at you with a sketchbook. That’s universally deemed uncreepy.” Hope had told him one afternoon as they sat in the park, Landon playing his guitar and writing down a few unspoken words here and there, they must’ve sounded good with the chords in his head or something.

“You are being creepy, Hope.” Landon chuckled at her, not looking up from his notebook. “You are silently staring at me.”

“With a sketchbook.” Hope reminded, speaking slowly to make a point. “And if you would pay a little more attention to me, maybe I wouldn’t seem so creepy.”

“I am paying attention to you.” Landon finally met her eyes. His seemed bright, and happy. She made a mental note about that, reminding herself of how she could always tell his emotions by how his eyes looked.

“You haven’t said two words in the last half an hour.” Hope pointed out, it might have seemed like she was trying to start a fight if she hadn’t been smiling.

“I’m trying to write a beautiful ballad about your beauty.” Landon tried to say it with a straight face but failed miserably, he was writing her a love song but how he said it made it sound so corny.

Hope laughs softly and pushed him backwards, grabbing his guitar and setting it off to the side, along with her sketchbook, before she leaned down and kissed him.

Landon stared up at her like she held the stars in her eyes. “You know there are kids around, right? This just makes us both seem creepy.”

Hope laughed and swatted his arm lightly. “You can be such an asshole, Landon Kirby.” She was teasing him. They hardly ever had real fights, or at least not over stupid and petty stuff like this.

“Hmmm...Can I? I did not know this.” Landon joked sarcastically back, sitting up when she finally stopped leaning over him. “So you have my attention, what now?” He asked, his eyes shining even more, if that was even possible.

“I’m pregnant.” The words fall out of her mouth before she can stop them, and she feels a tightness in her chest, a new fear falling over her suddenly. What if he was upset? What if he decided he didn’t love her anymore? Or that he didn’t want the baby? They could very easily get rid of the baby girl.

“You...are pregnant…” Landon said slowly, the shock evident on his face and in his voice. “Well, I always dreamed of us having kids together, of course I thought we’d be older, but we can do this...right?” Landon asked, an unsureness in his voice.

Hope smiled at him and nodded. “We can.” She said softly, reaching out to take his hand in her. “Together.”

“I just hope our child isn’t as creepy as you are.” Landon grinned at her after saying that.

Hope gasped, a small giggle escaping her lips. “You are such a jerk!” She shrieked at him, pushing him back down and kissing him.

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“If I didn’t love you, I’d beat your ass for that.” She’s angry because he put himself in harms way, but he was only trying to protect her and their baby from getting hurt, and he always comes back.

“Phoenix, remember? I die, I come back.” Landon said, looking up at her from the pile of ash they he had yet to fully stand out of.

“But what if one time you don’t come back?” Hope was obviously very emotional and scared, maybe it was from the hormones or maybe it was because she was honestly scared.

Landon was quick to get up and go to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him. “That won’t happen.” He whispered reassuringly.

“You don’t know that.” Hope said quietly, her head resting on his chest as she cried softly.

Landon rubbed her back. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t bear the idea of something happening to you or our baby.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Well can you do that without dying?” Hope begged, if she wasn’t still so scared she would hate how weak she sounded. But it was him, and she didn’t mind him seeing her weak, as long as no one else did.

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But this was one moment she wanted to forget. Because, now came the saddest part of any relationship, the goodbye.

He was wrong. It did happen. He died and didn’t come back. A phoenix doesn’t have many weaknesses, but there was one. And one weakness was all it took. Gold. More specifically, a golden tipped arrow straight to the heart.

He was dead and not coming back. Stone cold. Pale. Lifeless.

And Hope never felt such pain before. Not when she lost her mother, not when she lost her father, not eve when she thought she had lost their baby girl. This was different. It was like someone completely ripped her heart out. He was her soulmate, she was more convinced of that in his death than she ever had been when he was alive.

She blamed herself, even though it wasn’t really her fault.

A supernatural headhunter, someone who had a kill list that contained one of every supernatural being on it, except for a phoenix. Which he got right before Hope proceeded to rip his beating heart from his chest. That gave her a small sense of gratification when she plunged her hand into his chest, hearing and feeling how his heartbeat quickened at the knowledge that he would soon die. She took pleasure in ripping it from his chest. Screaming out as she clutched it, crushing it as the headhunter’s body fell to the ground.

She stood there a moment before screaming, dropping the heart as she fell to her knees in the October mud. They were out enjoying a beautiful day with their little girl. Enjoying the early fall weather, it was crisp but not cold.

He would never see his daughter grow up.

The day of the funeral, the temperature dropped and a sudden wind chill came in. Hope, as the young widow, had to go to the funeral even if all she wanted to do was stay home and cuddle her baby. She left Addy with Rebekah for the day, deeming it too cold for the almost three year to be out.

All throughout the funeral, she held it together. Didn’t shed a tear the entire time, forcing herself to just keep it together.

She stayed until everyone else left, staring at the casket at the head of the church, she had insisted on his having a proper funeral. And a proper grave, so that Addy could visit his grave.

Hope didn’t know that Lizzie had stayed behind to make sure she was okay, not until the blonde followed her out of the church. “You can’t just hold it in like that.”

“He’s gone, like really gone, Liz.” The raw emotion in Hope’s voice was almost enough to make Lizzie break down in sobs.

“You need to grieve, there’s nothing wrong with grieving, go ahead and let it out.”

Hope was silent for a moment before screaming and letting her magic wreak havoc on the ground and trees in front of her, her scream quickly turned into a wail, and she stopped her magical assault on the trees as she fell to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Lizzie was at her side as fast as the siphoner could be, dropping to her knees beside her friend, not caring that her white tights might be ruined by mud or dirt or torn up by twigs. She carefully pulled Hope into her arms as the tribrid sobbed.

Hope clung to her friend like the blonde was a liferaft, keeping her from drowning or drifting away. Like Lizzie was the only thing currently tying her to life.

“You’re not alone.” Lizzie whispered to her, holding on to the auburn haired widow. “You are not alone, Hope.” She placed a kiss to the crown of her best friend’s head and held her until they absolutely had to get up to go to the burial spot.

Lizzie walked beside Hope through the cemetery, watching as the pallbearers carried Landon’s casket to the grave sight. If it hadn’t been for the blonde, Hope might’ve collapsed and not been able to walk to the grave.

“Goodbye my love.” Hope whispered, tears brimming her eyes as she took a handful of dirt in her hand, letting it fall into the grave as Lizzie squeezed her other hand and Rafael gently rubbed her shoulder, both trying to offer her their support.

The end.

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#story #landon x hope (naturesloopholed)#discord verse with naturesloopholded

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taz writers discord got me on my bullshit. Sum up, Angus is the avatar from the water tribe, Davenport was the previous airbending avatar. Lup and Taako are the orphan heirs to the fire nation with Edward and Lydia as their regents until they come of age. Lup was banished by E&L on bullshit charges so they could control Taako more easily and Lup was given the ultimaton of capturing the Avatar or being banished forever. Eventually when it becomes obvious that the avatar is an actual threat E&L send out Taako, who they’ve been grooming as the perfect puppet heir(or so they think) to catch him, which he DOES plan on doing but he plans on letting Lup take the credit so she can come home.

Ren and Lucretia are Mai and Ty Lee tho their skills are swapped because Lucretia chi blocking gives me life. END OF SUM UP

TAZ ATLA AU

He’s got him--He’s finally got him. Sure, the kid’s squirming under his arm and screaming but Taako’s practically deaf to it in the sheer exhilaration of his accomplishment. This is it, what he’s worked for for years. It’s the exact leverage he need to finally get Lup back home where she belongs, not even Edward and Lydia will be able to deny the request to the Hero Who Caught The Avatar.

There’s a niggling feeling in his chest, because maybe he does hear the kid’s screams--And the screams from his allies trapped in crystal down below. He’s just a kid, not much older than Taako was when Lup was banished but it’s not like they’re going to kill him. Then they’d have to start all over with this wild fucking goose chase in the earth kingdom. Sure, it might be easier now that their largest stronghold is crushed under the heel of Taako’s boot but not worth the hassle.

When he brings the avatar home, he can convince Edward and Lydia to keep him somewhere comfortable.

“Let me go! Let me go!” There’s not much water around for the kid to bend, Taako knows he’s not experienced enough to earthbend without touching the ground yet, he’s can’t have mastered air yet so Taako’s not sure why he’s surprised by the desperate burst of flame from the little boy’s free fist.

It’s pathetic, really and Taako brushes it away easily, like batting away moths drawn to a candle.

Taako’s grinning when he finally finishes the trek up to where his companions are, Ren and Lucretia loyal as ever waiting for his return. His smile nearly splits his face when he sees Lup with them, she looks nervous but Taako brushes it off. She’ll be fine again once they just make it home.

“Come on, Losers. We don’t have all day, Edward and Lydia gave me a deadline and the clocks a’ticking.” Ren nods and makes to follow him but Lucretia holds a hand up for them to halt, of course Taako does--Lucretia’s probably the most paranoid of any of them, but her hunches are usually right and if she thinks something is wrong then Taako trusts her.

“Let me take the avatar, I can block his chi so he’ll be more docile for transportation.”

“Shit, that’s a good idea. He’s a slippery little brat, can you knock out his legs too?”

Lucretia nods and steps forward, more gently than he’s ever seen Lucretia prods into the boy’s chakra points. Taako can feel his limbs go weak one by one and along with it his panicked cries increase. The demands for his release quickly lapse into panicked cries for his older friends. Taako’s ears fall but he refuses to feel any guilt.

It’s this boy for Lup. It has to be.

Once she’s finished, Lucretia holds her arms out for the boy--Frankly, Taako’s more than happy to be rid of the kid especially now that angry screams have melted into distressed sobs that won’t let him ignore that this is just a kid. Lucretia settles the boy on her hip and watches him sadly, she lowers her mouth to his ear and says something but Taako can’t quite make it out. Maybe a threat since he quiets down, still crying but not screaming anymore.

Thank fucking Agni.

Then she turns back to Taako and smiles sadly--Which doesn’t make any fucking sense because besides the avatar mucking everything up by sobbing like the baby he is, there’s nothing to be sad about. He’s done it--He’s beat Edward and Lydia’s stupid game, he’s going to get Lup back.

Before he can open his mouth to ask what’s wrong Lucretia moves forward and wraps an arm around him in what would be a pretty decent hug if not for the fucking toddler she’s holding. She gives him a tight squeeze with one arm as she rests a hand against his neck, “I’m sorry, Taako. I’m not doing this to hurt you. I have to protect this boy, for my father.”

And then he feels a pinch in his neck and he’s falling, Luce cradles him awkwardly as she lets him down easy. He can’t even scream.

Ren and Lup act almost at once, Lup’s hand alight and Ren’s knives are out but Lucretia has the advantage of surprise. Even holding the kid she has one free hand and that hand is the most dangerous weapon she could wield. Lup and Ren are down just as quickly.

Lucretia returns to his side, kneeling down and taking his hand in hers, “Tell them the avatar is dead. Tell them his friends killed me so you killed him, just forget about me and take Lup home, Taako.” As she speaks she takes the boy’s glasses--Taako knows from Lup that the boy’s nearly blind without them, and that him and his friends have gone to nearly comical extremes to keep them safe. There are rumors that the avatar doesn’t even take them off to sleep. Lucretia snaps them in half and lays them in Taako’s limp, unfeeling hands.

“Goodbye, Taako. I love you.”

#taz fic #atla crossover

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Dead by Daylight Review!!!

Hello! This is Mr. Mach and welcome to my review of Dead by Daylight! Today, we will be looking at this fantastic, spooky game (that should’ve came out last month but that’s beside the point…).

Introduction:

Imagine, you and three of your friends are in a dark, scary place where there is rubble everywhere. All you can see is this rubble and a generator every once in a while. From amidst the dark fog around, you see what seems to be a tall man with a chainsaw in his hands. You immediately turn to run, screaming into your microphone on Discord, “THE KILLER IS CANNIBAL, RUNNN!”. This is the essence of what makes Dead by Daylight an amazing experience. Not only is it somewhat of a horror game (games with big burly killers chasing you always gets to me), but you can experience this with three other friends!

How to Play:

Dead by Daylight works like this: you have to fix five generators as a team before you can escape. And when I mean escape, I mean to not die horribly to the killer who is trying to find you as you work on these generators (you do not know who the killer is at the start). There are skill checks as well, when you are working on these generators (which take a little to get used to, but add more fun to the game as well!). If you miss a skill check, it alerts the killer, as well as when you sprint, you leave scratch marks behind you for some odd-number of seconds. The killer is trying to hurt you by slashing you with his blade or whatever he has. Once he hits you twice (you get injured the first time and start to limp), you will get downed, meaning that he can pick you up and place you onto one of the designated hooks on the map. You are allowed three hooks in the game and a survivor must save you from one (which makes the game very communicative). There are also pallets to stun the killer, lockers to hide in, and windows to vault through! All-in-all, this adds for an extremely unique version of hide-and-don’t-die. Kid you not, one of my friends hides in a locker for half-the-dang-game and just sits there doing nothing (eventually an AFK-crow will start making noise around you, though). Also, there are perks that you can get through upgrading and among each survivor, which all feel like a different experience. Eventually, you can prestige your character and get a special skin as well as teach your character’s perks to other characters through something called the “Bloodweb”. You also have items such as medkits, flashlights (to blind the killer), and a toolbox to repair. This adds a nice little leveling up system that makes playing the game much more enjoyable since you can play to a certain goal. As killer, you get the same with a leveling system and perks just for your particular killer.

Game Experience:

The game is very intense, to say the least. The closer the killer gets, the louder you hear a heartbeat, which adds a very deep level of scary to the game. The biggest problem I have with the game is the party system, which you have to invite everyone back into the party every single time the game ends. This is kind of lame, but you eventually get used to it (since it is only a couple clicks versus something like a “Play Again” button which would be one click). Also, the game uses the killer’s internet connection as the server, which means that the killer can be lagging and it will “rubber band” everyone in the game much harder (giving him an easier chance to kill you). You can see the killer’s ping in the bottom right of the character select screen, but this means that you have to exit out and create a new lobby again (inviting everyone). Again, a bit tedious, but eventually is somewhat unnoticeable. Even with these problems, playing as a survivor is a blast, especially since this game is like no other. Each killer feels different from the others and same goes with the survivors.

Conclusion:

Ever since I got into video games, I have always played with friends. For me, the basis of a good multiplayer game such as this one, would be a measure of how well the ambience, universal feeling of being scared, and how the game ties with communication between friends. This game does a great job of this, tying together everything that makes a couch-coop game like Overcooked and adding a horror feeling as well as an unknown killer. The game might not be as fun for people who are looking for a solo-player experience, unless you want to be the killer. Dead by Daylight really shines when you are looking to have a fun evening with your friends, working together to escape and not die to the killer who is hunting you down. Once you get really good at the game, you can constantly juke the killer and distract him while others work on a generator (which is what describes the competitive experience of the game). There is also a rank system, which adds a level of competitiveness to the game as well. To wrap up this review, I’d like to say that this game is extremely fun with friends, and I have not experienced a game like it in my entire time frame of being a gamer. If you are looking for a fun night with your friends, look no further than Dead by Daylight.

Rating and Pros/Cons:

This game gets an 8.5/10 rating from Mr. Mach Reviews!

Pros:

---A game meant to be played with friends

---Has a scary ambience to it, even when you are playing with friends which usually disrupts the ambience.

---Gets the blood pumping, constantly keeping you on your toes!

---Has a unique leveling system that I find to work well with the game

---Unique killers and survivors who add variety to the game (as well as the beautiful map designs!)

Cons:

---Party system is messed up, no “Play Again” button, having to create a new lobby every time

---Killer-based connection, meaning that you have to leave if the killer has high ping

---Not as fun by yourself; definitely made for people to play with friends (unless you play killer)

If you want to take a look at the game (even though this link is only for Xbox One/PS4), please take a look through this affiliate link from yours truly! If you want to buy the PC edition, please do so through Steam!

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Kotonari V - Train, Part Two

Read on AO3, if you’re into that.

AN: So, if you’ve been following my side rants, you know that while I was working on this segment of the chapter, I wrote myself into a corner because I changed a plot point significantly. I had an outline, I had a planned story... and then it changed. What that means is that I have to reoutline the rest of the story, so part three of this chapter might take a little longer than usual. Comments and reblogs, especially questions are really helpful, so please feel free to ask anything - it will actually help me unfuck this story. Without further ado:

Train - Part Two

The Dark Prince snarled to himself, furious that his assault on the castle had failed so miserably. After seeing those reinforcements arrive, the darkness inside Vegeta knew the whole operation was a bust – but how? How had the castle guard assembled the Crown’s Battalion so quickly? Why had the King been on top of the castle? Why did he have those two, Nappa and Daiku, with him?

From all the memories that the malevolent force had stolen from Vegeta, it knew that the King should have been asleep. It knew that the King did not associate with Nappa. It knew that Daiku was, essentially, a celebrity brawler. Why this motley crew?

And most of all, The Dark Prince wondered: who was the purple haired boy who lead those elite Saiyans into battle?

He trudged along the ground, having extinguished his ki to disappear into the blackness created by the stormy night. So far, he had not been followed. The Dark Prince walked and walked, seeking answers in Prince Vegeta’s memory about The Boy who screamed his name.

Vegeta.

Fuck you. Get out of my head. Get out of my body.

Vegeta.

Fuck you.

Vegeta.

Fuck you.

Vegeta.

Fuck you.

Miles passed under the Prince’s feet as the darkness that drove him argued with his soul mired in the miasma. This, they had done before. The miasma, that malevolent intelligence spreading from an asteroid as it hurtled through the galaxy – engendering hate, fear, death and discord wherever it passed – it knew Vegeta well. It had wormed its way into his soul for years, but never had it been so thoroughly rebuked than when that woman came.

That woman.

That woman almost ruined everything. The brightness of her light forcing out all the shadows in Vegeta’s heart had almost ruined everything. The Dark Prince was glad she was dead.

Fuck you. Get out of my head.

Vegeta… who was that man?

Tch. Just a boy. Also: fuck you. Get out of my head.

Vegeta… Bulma is dead.

Fuck you.

Vegeta, the true Vegeta, from the prison of his mind had realized many things in the days of his captivity. First, Bulma was not dead. He found himself… remembering? More than remembering, like reliving, like living for the first time, his favorite memories with his woman. The taste of the wine on the night he first realized he loved her. The sight of those celebratory explosives – fireworks – on his birthday. The terrible sound of Bulma falling down the stairs that day, how he surprised himself by singing to her to soothe her pain. The sweat and sunshine and honey smell of her hair on the night of the antefasting battle. In every memory, he felt the Keiyaku opening more and more. If he thought it were safe – that this miasma wouldn’t spread – he would reach through their bond right now to see her face.

He wondered if his mother was doing that on purpose – binding Bulma’s soul to this world with memories that would bind his own. Mothers are terrifying. Pea was truly a master tactician… unless this was all by chance.

The second thing Vegeta realized was that the miasma needed a steady stream of reinforcement to maintain its hold on him. His rage, his insecurity, his feelings of inadequacy, his fear… it fed the miasma. The destruction that darkness wrought using him – the murder of that Namekian, the attack on his father – fed its appetites. As the Keiyaku opened again, Vegeta’s soul grew calmer, more determined. He spent hours just meditating, stuck inside himself, calming himself, focusing himself, while his body choked his father and murdered his friends.

However. Vegeta was certain now. Now that its plan to kill the King had gone wrong, cracks were starting to form in the dark hold it had over him. Without further acts of carnage, Vegeta’s true soul would become the stronger force, and he would expel it.

He would.

He just had to stop it from doing anything else in the meantime.

Vegeta.

Fuck you.

Who is the boy?

Fuck you.

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“OKAY!” The Boy snapped his eyes open, met with morning light streaming through the curtains. “That’s enough of that memory!” His father had been lowering his mother to the bed, and as glad as he was to see them together and in love – that was far enough for any son. The storm clouds from the previous night had cleared – the sky was blue and clear, like his mother’s eyes.

Queen Pea snorted from her chair. “Quite the pair, aren’t they?” She had one brow raised and pointed a finger down her throat in an exaggerated gesture of sickness. “Sweet enough to gag you.”

The Boy laughed, smoothing his ki back over his sleeping mother after it had retracted in his haste to abandon the memory. “Are they always like that?”

“Depends. What did you see?”

The Boy repeated the memory, and the Queen laughed loudly, “Oh DID they! That was my room, you know.”

“Rude.” The Boy continued to chuckle.

“Quite.” The Queen studied The Boy’s face. “Are you… terribly angry with me?”

“Why would I be angry?”

“I…” the Queen trailed off, her guilt weighing down on her like stone. She looked down at Bulma’s peaceful face. “I abandoned her.”

“Queen Pea,” The Boy met her gaze. “Did the King survive?”

“I did,” boomed the King, opening the door and dawdling the twin babies in his huge arms.

The Boy grinned. “Then everyone is alive!” He reached up to take himself from the King, who dangled the babe down. “Everyone is alive.” He looked around, from himself – little babe, so light and chubby, to his baby sister, his grandfather King and grandmother Queen, his mother sleeping peacefully. The morning light streaming through the window. “Everyone is alive. So, no, Queen Pea, I’m not angry at all. We did what we had to do – all of us.”

Queen Pea smiled at that, and the King crossed over to put one arm around her. “See. His mother’s son. If he took after Vegeta, he’d hold that grudge until the day he died.”

Everyone’s alive, thought The Boy. Everyone survived last night. Maybe the future has already changed. He imagined what it would be like when he got home. Would everyone still be dead? Would he disappear? Would the rift close before he could get home? Would he have to relive his life in order to see how it all turned out? His brows knit together and he tried to puzzle out what he was doing, what he had done. What if the rift moved? What if he couldn’t find his way back?

“Now you look like your father,” the King said, clapping The Boy on the back. “Brows all knit together, scowling.”

“Sorry… I was just thinking. About the rift I came through, and how I really should have marked it or something… I was just wondering if I’m ever going to get home.”

“Too big a thought,” came a voice from just outside the bedroom door frame, “for an empty stomach.” Nappa pushed a cart heaped with fruit and rice and salted fish. “Everybody in this room needs to eat.”

Beri pushed in behind him, knocking him brusquely out of the way. “Including those babies, so give them here, my King. Prince.” Both grown men surrendered the little babes, and Beri hustled them off into the adjacent nursery to have their bottles. They needed mother’s milk, but the rich g’ge milk would sustain them until they could eat more solid foods in a few months.

The King, Nappa, Queen and The Boy descended upon the cart of food like a pack of wolves, each starving. Queen Pea had been awake for days when the King had been injured – she looked a bit more rested, so she must’ve stolen a few hours sleep after the King was stable last night. The King and Nappa were both recovering from near-death injuries, though. The Boy wondered how they could be up and so energized already.

Around a mouthful of rice, he asked, “How come you guys aren’t,” he swallowed, “like… dead?”

Nappa laughed, sputtering fish bits. “Takes more than that to keep me down! I love almost dyin’.”

“You what?” The Boy dropped his bowl in shock.

“Sure, I’ll eat my wife out of house and home for the next week, but the benefits are unreal. I already feel like I could take that dummy by myself.”

“What.”

The King drained a glass of water. “We get an enormous boost to our strength after a near death experience. It’s in our genetics.”

“We?”

“Saiyans.”

“So, I..?”

Nappa burped. “Should be the same, or about. Want me to kick the shit out of you?”

Daiku stepped into the room, smacking Nappa upside the head making way for Dende next to him all in the same fluid motion. Dende greeted the room. “Hello! Good morning!”

The Boy smiled at the little green stranger. “Good morning."

“How’s your mother?” Dende asked.

The Boy’s soft lilac ki still flowed over her like mist, tying the two of them together. “I think she’s okay.”

“Let’s have a look.” The little Namekian set his hands aglow and seemed to scan the woman on the bed. “Oh! Four tethers! That’s a relief, we should be able to get it from here.” “We? It?” The Boy frowned.

“You gotta start getting up earlier, kid.” Daiku ruffled The Boy’s hair. “We decided some stuff hours ago while you were in dreamland with your mom.”

“What stuff?”

“The King and Queen sent the Crown’s Battalion to find Vegeta. They’ll send scouts ahead, communicate by hawkers, and tell us where to find him. In the meantime, you and I, and these two,” he jerked his thumb up over his shoulder to point at the King and Nappa, “are heading in for as much training as we can get in.”

“Training? That’s not going to make a difference, they’ll find him in a few hours.”

“Yeah, gives us maybe three months? Six if he got pretty far ahead.”

“Did the lack of oxygen give you brain damage, Sensei? What are you talking about? Hours are hours, not months!”

Daiku laughed, joined by Nappa and even the Queen. “Kid, you aren’t the only one who likes to screw around with time.”

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They finished their meal, and in hustled four absolutely enormous Namekians. Easily as tall as Daiku and the King, they wore clothes like Dendes. This one in purple, this one in red, this one in blue, the last in orange.

“Is this the woman?” “Yes,” Queen Pea said. “So you understand our trouble now.”

“Yes. And how did your son come to be infected with this miasma?” the Namekian in purple demanded. “He could have killed me! What will we do if the miasma spreads, if it escapes him? This whole planet could be in an uproar!”

“Now, now, brother!” Dende pulled at the older – or perhaps just larger – Namekian’s cape. “Can’t you see their sorrows are enough without you yelling at everyone. You didn’t die, so that’s all well now. We are here to help, are we not?”

Piccolo gritted his teeth but said no more on the subject. “Nail and I are here to guard this estate while you three,” he indicated Dende and the two Namekians wearing red and orange, “stabilize this woman’s soul and bring her back.”

“Correct! And thanks for coming.” He grinned up at his hulking counterpart. “Now. If everyone who isn’t stuck in the veil of the dead or a Namekian would please leave the room. We have our own way of doing this, and it must stay our own.”

The room, packed with four full grown Saiyans, plus The Boy and Beri and the babies was stuffy and cramped. Nappa and Daiku were itching to get out and train, so they didn’t wait to be told twice. The King grabbed The Boy by the shoulders and wheeled him to the door next. “The Namekians know what they’re doing. We can trust them with your mother.”

Dende covered Bulma up with his own ki as The Boy’s receded. “I will take care of her,” Dende reassured him.

The Queen left next, exhausted from days of effort spent trying to save Bulma. She stole a glance back at Bulma’s pale porcelain face, and at the little babies Beri was laying on Bulma’s chest for a few moments. Then, the Queen padded through the hallway, ready to plunge headfirst into her own bed.

Beri lingered longest of all, staring down at her lady Princess and the babies. They should have a little time together, even if she isn’t awake yet. The little Namekian cleared his throat after a few minutes, and Beri knew she could delay it no longer. She collected the babies and tucked Bulma into bed again. Sexless or not, Beri hated to leave the Princess alone in the room with all these unfamiliar faces.

Two of the Namekians followed her out of the room, closing the door behind them. One remained at the door, and the purple clad one removed himself to the front of the house to keep a lookout for trouble.

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All four men were falling down tired by the time they reached the training grounds. Each carried a heavy pack filled with gallons of water in addition to a massive trunk filled with food. “Sensei, where are we going?” The Boy asked.

The had arrived at the massive, gleaming black marble that was the training ground. It was uncovered, outdoors, with four black pillars, one in each corner of the square “stage” and one white tower in the dead center. The marble stage was not level with the ground beneath it, but elevated about three feet from it. The King stepped up onto the obsidian surface first, making directly for the center tower.

Nappa and Daiku popped up next, followed by The Boy. Instantly, he felt a difference in the pressure around him. It was hard to stand, hard to breathe. He locked his knees and wobbled, trying not to fall.

Daiku lifted the water pack off of The Boy’s shoulders while Nappa took his food trunk. The Boy felt lighter, but the pressure around him was still crushing the air from his lungs. He found himself hyperventilating, just trying to stay conscious. Daiku started to put an arm under The Boy to support him, but Nappa swatted his hand away. “Don’t. He must do this on his own.”

Daiku and Nappa made for the center tower to join the King, leaving The Boy in his agony.

“Nappa.” Daiku shot a deadly look at the bald Saiyan. “If you ever try to stand between me and that cub again, I will kill you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nappa waved him off, striding over to the King. “Are we ready here?” The King had his hand on flat stone of the white center column. “That depends.” The King looked to Daiku. “Will that boy survive this? Once I shut the way, we’ll be in here until Beri or the Queen comes to shut it down from the outside.”

Daiku grit his teeth. “He will survive this. He has survived worse.”

The King agreed, and slid his hand vertically up the smooth surface of the white column. The column glowed green and from its pinnacle, a hexahedronical dome began to sprout and spread out to each of the four black pillars in the corners of the training ground. The green glow went up, up through the center column and gathered itself into a green bulb at the top of the pillar, outside the dome.

The walls from the dome transitioned from translucent like glass to opaque, impenetrable walls. They were closed in until someone broke the green ki bulb at the top of the tower. Now, time would move at a snail’s pace inside the structure but continue on unchanged outside. A day outside would be a year within, each hour would give them 15 days to train. If it took the Crown’s Battalion five hours to locate Vegeta, they would have nearly three months inside.

“How shall we pair?” The King asked as the dome solidified.

“By strength. I will go with the King,” Nappa asserted, “You go with the cub, Daiku.”

“Interesting that you think yourself the stronger, Nappa.” Daiku squared up for a fight, but the King tapped his boot and interrupted.

“Test that later,” the King interjected. “It’s best that you go with the boy now.”

The Boy was still at the far edge, having dropped to his knees, struggling to remain conscious. Daiku strode over to him – the King was right. Daiku had been sealed in the training grounds many times before in preparation and conditioning for his fights. He remembered tasting blood for a month after he left the first time – the first time, he had lasted only seconds inside before his own master broke the bulb from the outside.

“Boy.” The Boy looked up at Daiku from the floor. “Sen – sei – I – can’t – breathe.” He could feel the blood pooling in his legs, his heart straining against the force around him. His lungs struggled to pull air.

“You’re going to die if you lay there.” Daiku was blunt. “The gravitational field in the training grounds has always been more powerful, and sealing the dome intensifies the effects tenfold. You’re experiencing gravity at 30 times Vegetasei’s normal.”

The Boy gasped and wheezed.

“If you don’t start to manually pump your heart, you’re going to die.”

“H-o-www?” The Boy rasped.

“The same way you manually breathe. You’re thinking about your breathing right now, forcing yourself to inhale and exhale. You need to override the part of your brain controlling your heart, and you need to pump it manually until you’re stronger. It’ll take about a week.”

The Boy’s eyes widened with fear. How the hell was he supposed to do that? Override his brain? Manually control his heart?

“I’m serious. I had to do it. Nappa had to do it. The King had to do it. The Queen had to do it. You have to do it.”

The Boy’s vision began to tunnel, blackening around pinpricks of vision. His world spun, his vision swam, Daiku’s voice sounded tinny and far away. He balled his hand into a fist and SLAM – punched himself in the chest, hard – hard enough to force the blood through the chambers of his heart. The chambers refilled with blood once more, squeezed in by the extraordinary pressure around him.

He thought of his sister’s face, eyes hollow as she died on the floor before him. SLAM.

He thought of her bones, disgraced and dishonored, hung like a horror house prop outside the castle. SLAM.

He thought of his father, his real father, the one who sung to his mother and loved her so deeply. SLAM.

He thought of Beri, dead in his time. SLAM.

Mother. SLAM

Father. SLAM

Sister. SLAM

Friends. SLAM

SLAM

The Boy struggled to his feet, still hyperventilating to keep his lungs working, face turning fiery with the effort.

SLAM

Daiku grinned as The Boy perspired and punched, and heaved one leaden foot after the other, again and again until he was walking. “That’s right. Just walk the perimeter for now.”

SLAM

Step

SLAM

Step

SLAM

Step

I didn’t come here to die. The Boy was determined to survive.

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Mystic Messenger Fanfiction | Tagged - VanderwoodxOC Cerise | Ch. 2 The Long Road Begins

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Why could he never get a full night’s sleep? Vanderwood had of course trained himself to be a light sleeper, so clearly that was why, but it never ceased to annoy him just how often something would wake him at night. This time it was his phone buzzing like crazy. He rolled over to grab it, expecting it to be from boss, only to unlock the screen to find a slurry of texts, screenshots of photos of him, and one with Cerise with him in the background.

His internal dialogue was Fuck. She had been taking photos after all. He’d noticed but had completely forgotten about it again, a huge mistake. The screenshots themselves weren’t the worst of it. There were comments from the unknown sender. ‘She’s got such pretty eyes, pity if I were to pour acid into them?’ ‘Look at those fingers, just begging to be bent back.’ ‘This is what you get for getting attached, Vanderhottie.’

Vanderwood felt sick, but instantly he knew who these messages were from. Drawl. (Get Drawl Backstory by becoming a patron.) He was up and getting changed in mere seconds, running out of the room to grab one of Seven’s keys, not bothering to take the time to ask. If Drawl had Cerise…he didn’t want to think about it, and he certainly didn’t have much time. The guy was a sociopath. From the information the agency had, he’d even murdered his own family just to become an agent for the rival agency. (insert Drawl hidden scene backstory) What was worse, Vanderwood had shot the guy in the shoulder and completely shattered it. Drawl wasn’t exactly known for being forgiving.

He was panicking, speeding down the highway to the address Drawl had screenshotted from Cerise’s geotags. This was all his fault, and he couldn’t let her get hurt. Cerise was just a civilian, one that wasn’t supposed to be involved in this shit at all, but look how the cookies had crumbled. She shouldn’t have been in his life for even a second.

***

Drawl smirked, this was going to be so much fun. Vanderwood deserved it too. It had taken months for Drawl’s shattered shoulder to heal. The lock was easy to pick, nothing to it. Such a nice little apartment Vanderwood’s sweetie had. The girl wasn’t hard to find, sleeping soundly in her bed.

Well, she had been sleeping soundly until Drawl pressed his hand down over her mouth and nose, watching her struggle for air for a while. All Cerise knew was that she could not breathe. She struggled against her attacker, and she so desperately wanted to scream, but couldn’t. He was feeling his pants grow tight from the image. Watching the panic, seeing the life leave a woman’s eyes was always great, oh, it was great. He disappointedly removed his hand from her face to allow her to grab some gasps of air as he pressed a knife against her side to keep her still and under his control.

Cerise wasn’t sure how long she was deprived of air, but it seemed like an eternity. As soon as the hand came off, she gasped for air, breathing heavily. Her blood ran cold, senses coming back to her once she felt the cold touch of the blade against her side. Normally she would fight, but there was nothing she could do with a knife pressed against her. She had only just started breathing again, but she was choked with fear now.

He wasn’t a weak man, far from it. Some likened him to a chimp or an orangutan because of his thick body and square features. Still, it was easier if they didn’t fight him openly, and much more fun to watch them struggle aimlessly. The fear in their eyes was always most intoxicating. It was just unfortunate that he couldn’t feel their soft skin anymore, thanks to the way his acids had burned away the sensations in his fingers. It was well worth it to have acid covered blades to cut with. That always kept them from bleeding out.

His slow and deliberate tone as he bent to mutter in the girl’s ear gave away the reason for his nickname. “Hello, sweetheart, we’re going to play a game.” That voice, even just the sound of her attacker speaking was enough to make her feel nauseous. Drawl took his time in tying her up, Cerise struggling lightly. It wouldn’t do her any good, she was too small to do any real damage to the man.

Right now, the only thing she could do was observe him, as much as even his person was repulsive. His dark black hair was a greasy mess, peppered with gray although he didn’t look old. Even his eyes were black, glinting with an intent that made her entire body feel cold. Now he was sitting on the edge of her couch, playing with the point of his knife against his thumb. Just his clothes were enough to make someone uncomfortable, an oversized puke green jacket, brown pants, and black combat boots clearly meant to make him appear taller. The man’s skin was a dark brown, but his hands were discolored as well as discolored splotches on his wrists.

Drawl’s voice broke her observation, making her whimper. “Do you think your Vanderhottie will come quickly enough to save your pretty little lips? I might just cut them off…and he’d never get to kiss them then, would he?” Who was this guy even talking about Vander…oh. The man from earlier. She started to cry and plead. “No, I really don’t know him, please. My…my parents are rich…is…is it money you want?” Now she was sobbing, her voice broken. Cerise wished that she would have just listened to her parents and stayed in France where it was safe.

He snorted at the girl. She thought money mattered. Although, he was disappointed when she said she really didn’t know Vanderwood. The one good thing was that Vanderwood was the kind of guy who would do anything to protect a civilian, so he’d still come. The revenge wouldn’t be nearly as sweet, but he could always have his way with the girl afterwards. His slow voice held a snide tone as he replied to her desperate pleas. “Money doesn’t matter to me. I have plenty. Revenge, blood, people screaming in fear, that’s what I like. Speaking of…” He took out his phone and snapped a photo, captioning it ‘Hurry.’

***

His phone was buzzing again; he was almost there. It seemed like it was taking far too long to get there, even driving as fast as he was. Vanderwood risked checking his phone and his heart was at his feet, fear like a living thing in his chest. Seeing Cerise like that…This was his fault, and he had to get there in time to keep her from getting hurt. If she’s not already. The thought had him practically pressing the accelerator to the floor.

***

This had to be a dream…These kinds of things just didn’t happen in real life. Only on TV. She was brought back to reality as her attacker approached her, pressing the cool metal of his knife against her throat, a light burning sensation accompanying it. “I think I hear our Vanderhottie friend…” Drawl’s typically slow voice was dragging out even more as his smile spread wide. Cerise didn’t dare to make a noise or even to breathe too hard, fearful for her throat and her life.

Vanderwood realized quickly as he parked that his taser would do him no good since Drawl’s weapon of choice was also close range. He reached under the driver’s seat to grab the emergency gun stashed there. Thankfully, there was on in each of Seven’s cars as well as the ones he had on his own body. As soon as he had the weapon, Vanderwood nearly jumped out of the vehicle, kicking her door open, allowing him to keep use of his weapon, quickly scanning the room to point it at Drawl. Cerise desperately wanted to feel relieved as soon as she saw the source of the crashing, but there was still a knife to her throat, making her panic.

That knife against her throat had Vanderwood panicking every bit as much as she was. It was an unfamiliar feeling to him, true panic. He hadn’t felt fear like that in years. It nearly had him doing something rash, but he couldn’t afford to have feelings right now. “Leave her the fuck alone. She’s got nothing to do with me or you.” He was angry, pissed really, wanted to beat Drawl into a bloody pulp, but he had to get his hands on the smiling bastard first. “Didn’t you hear me? Get the fuck away from her. She’s a civilian, you ass.”

Drawl still wasn’t moving. He just kept smiling more and more, watching like he liked to. Vanderwood realized that clearly this wasn’t working. The feelings swirling around inside of him had his muscles taught and tensed, and they weren’t helping his focus. He took a deep breath, shoving them away. Finally, he looped the gun around his thumb, pulling his taser out of his pocket with his other hand to drop it to the floor. “Just step away from her, and you can have me. That’s what you want. You know you can’t touch her without your agency punishing you.”

Now Drawl finally moved, pulling away from Cerise to stand and approach Vanderwood. Cerise felt like she could finally breathe again once the knife was away from her throat, but all she could do now was watch the scene in front of her unfold, unable to move. She felt so useless, she couldn’t even call the authorities. That gave her an idea. She glanced over at her nightstand. Good, her phone was still there. Her attacker was advancing towards Vanderwood as she attempted to wiggle free from the rope binding her.

“I guess you are right…as much as I’d love to scar that pretty little skin.” The man’s voice made her skin crawl as she continued to attempt to reach her phone. Drawl was approaching Vanderwood warily. He was too short to reach the gun looped around Vanderwood’s thumb, so Vanderwood had to lower it for him. Drawl pressed his blade against the lower left side of the taller man’s abdomen, letting it press in just slightly, using his blade again for some leverage. Cerise had looked over from her attempts just in time to see it, causing her to gasp in surprise. Still, Vanderwood seemed to be taking it well enough.

The only reaction Vanderwood gave was a sharp intake of breath as the blade pierced him, acid burning and instantly cauterizing the wound. He knew what he needed to do. Although Vanderwood wasn’t fast, Drawl was even slower, and he was able to grab the man’s wrist, letting the blade press in even farther in favor of grabbing Drawl’s throat, squeezing his wrist until Drawl couldn’t hold on to the knife anymore. It clattered to the floor as Vanderwood applied the same treatment to his neck. Cerise had never seen anything like this, and she watched as he gained the upper hand over her attacker. She wanted to look away, she really did, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the scene. Then the man went limp in Vanderwood’s grasp. Was he dead?

Vanderwood grimaced at Drawl as he dropped him onto the ground. The creep’s smile hadn’t faltered the entire time. He didn’t have much time now, knowing that Drawl had a partner. How had he even been alone here in the first place? It didn’t matter; time was of the essence. Vanderwood moved to untie Cerise, and that was what finally made her able to tear her eyes away from the scene, jumping a little at his voice, even though it was far more welcome than the voice of the other man. “I’m not going to hurt you, alright? But you’re going to have to trust me, because I need to get you out of here.” He was trying to keep his tone as calm and even as possible, even though he was irritated and panicked beyond belief. She wasn’t used to these kinds of experiences, so he had to be gentle. “If Drawl was here, backup isn’t far behind, so we need to leave fast.” Cerise nodded, her voice still shaky. “O-okay…” As soon as she was free from the ropes, she made a grab for her phone, yanking the charger out of the wall.

Irritation was very much his enemy at the moment as he snorted at that damn phone of hers. He was going to have to take it from her later, but now he needed to get them out of there. “The black car outside, get in.” His tone was brusque because it had to be. Drawl needed to be dealt with permanently, and it was always his disgusting job to take care of that. Vanderwood grabbed the gun and taser before returning to look down at Drawl’s limp body.

She did as she was told, not wanting to stick around and tempt fate. Cerise shivered as she felt the nighttime winter air hit her skin, making her way to the black car and quickly hopping in. Her bare feet felt like ice cubes. Was she really going to let this stranger take her away from her apartment? He had just saved her life, even if it sounded like he’d been somewhat the reason she was in trouble anyway, but she trusted him. She had to…and there was just something about him that she couldn’t quite shake.

Vanderwood was bending down to finish the job when he heard it, the sound of another vehicle’s brakes grinding the car to a halt. Damn it. He was out of time. Vanderwood ran out of the house to see Jessica on the way out of her car. He flipped her off before hopping into his, putting pedal to the metal. “Hang on, Cerise.” There wasn’t even time to put his seatbelt on before they were peeling off away from the scene.

Cerise held on to the ceiling handle tightly as soon as he’d gotten into the car, although she hadn’t managed to put her seatbelt on either. He was driving like a bat out of Hell, but she couldn’t really complain. She just wanted away from the man that had attacked her, silently staring out of the window and trying to make sense of everything in her head.

He was focused on getting away and to Seven’s garage, running through an action plan as he went. They would need to switch cars and head out of town to lie low somewhere. She was in far more danger than any civilian ever should be, and there was a lot of guilt there, but he didn’t have time for it right now. Thankfully, his go bag was already in the red car, so they could switch over pretty quickly. His eyes searched the rearview mirror to see that no one was tailing them, allowing him to slow down and drive far more legally.

She was quiet, reflective even, as he watched her from the corner of his eyes. This was probably the biggest shock of her life, and he had done this to her. Cerise was thinking, why her? What luck was this? Her phone made her jump when she felt it vibrate in her lap. Vanderwood watched as she put in her pass code and immersed herself in the world of what he assumed was social media. Her fingers were tapping at her phone’s screen at an alarming speed. She was clearly freaked out, it was only too obvious. On one side, he wanted to destroy her phone since it and his stupidity had gotten them into this mess, but on the other, it seemed to be helping her, somewhat of an escape, which he only understood all too well.

He sighed and bit his tongue before he began to speak, feeling like the words needed to be said, like he was compelled to comfort her. “I’m sorry…I got you into this. But I’ll keep you safe, I swear to God, I will.” He felt like complete shit for doing this to her, and although he didn’t trust any God, he would swear to all of them just to make the point to her that he was going to protect her. She was under his protection now, even though she shouldn’t have had to be.

Cerise looked up when Vanderwood spoke, not really knowing how to respond. Keep her safe? Were there more of those creeps…? “Are they…will they just leave you…us alone?” He had to shake his head at her question, as much as he wished he could just drop her off back at home and she would be fine, it simply wasn’t the case. “We’re going to have to go on the run until I can backtrack them or they find us, and I terminate them. Undoubtedly, Drawl’s got a hit out on me now…the guy that attacked you. I didn’t have time to take care of him before his partner showed up.”

Take care of him? So, the guy wasn’t dead, but Vanderwood had intended to kill him. The thought made her shiver more than the cool air did. Vanderwood thought that all of that was probably terrifying enough to listen to, and he didn’t want her to be afraid of him, but it felt wrong not to be honest. She had her eyes trained on him, listening intently as he talked. “I’m a secret agent. They’re from a rival agency. They found pictures of you and me on the internet and used the geotags to find you. So…until they’re dead, I’m going to take care of you.” It wasn’t up for debate, not that he thought she was going to argue.

Vanderwood pulled into Seven’s garage. It only made sense that Cerise was terrified, and he was going to need to be a little gentler than his usual to make her able to trust him, so he did his best not to sound gruff, as much as he was tense and frustrated. “Stay in this car until I say to move, alright?”

Cerise couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt as she thought over what he’d said, staying in the car as he’d instructed and fiddling with her phone to pass the time. The pictures…this was her fault. It’s not like she knew that he was a secret agent, though, that wasn’t something that came up in real life…being tied up by a psycho, running into secret agents. Did that mean…she had to be on the run for a while? With him? In any normal circumstance, she’d be all for a road trip…and with a cute guy, no less. This wasn’t that situation, though.

He tried not to take too long as he went inside to exchange keys, grabbing the ones for the red car. Vanderwood harshly woke Seven and explained the situation, getting the kid to begrudgingly agree to loan him the red car mostly because they didn’t have much time to figure out anything else. Then Vanderwood returned to the garage, opening the door for her. “Alright, we’re moving to the red car.” He offered his hand to help her out. It was hurting him so badly that this was happening. She was just a normal person; she wasn’t a part of this, and he’d made her a part of it.

She hesitated before taking his hand, letting him help her out of the car. As soon as her bare feet hit the cold concrete she remembered again that she hadn’t grabbed shoes…or clothes for that matter. Clutching her phone, she looked down. Yep. Still in her pajamas. In the wintertime. Good job, Cerise! She wanted to slap herself for not thinking to at least grab her coat by the door.

Vanderwood finally took stock of her clothes when he saw her react to the cold concrete floor and heat instantly went up into his face. She wasn’t even his ‘type’ and yet his heart was doing gymnastics as he looked at her. Her ‘pajamas’ were just a pink flowy tank top and shorts combination, the top not quite fully covering her midriff. His face turned bright red as he took off his jacket and draped It over her shoulders gently. “Wear this until the car heats up…” The red-faced agent opened the passenger side of the red vehicle for her. “I’ll get you some new clothes to wear once we get to the next town.” He’d also need to take care of her damn phone, sooner rather than later.

His jacket was huge on her, as well as heavy. It might as well have been a blanket, but she was grateful for it either way. She wrapped it around herself as she got into the other car. “Thanks.” The promise of new clothes was another thing she was grateful for. Cerise definitely didn’t want to be seen in public with just her pajamas on…even if she did look amazingly cute in them. Still not something she should be seen in public in.

Once he’d helped her into the car, Vanderwood got in and started it up, letting it get going on warming up. They didn’t have a lot of time before he was certain the rival agency would have people watching traffic cam footage and potentially trailing them, but the geotags on her social media needed to be turned off before she had the chance to post again. She needed a new ip address too. “I need you to hand me your phone.” Vanderwood was gentle and matter of fact about it as he held out his hand expectantly.

“My phone…?” She stared at him blankly. He wanted her phone? That wasn’t going to happen. Her phone was a part of her, and she wasn’t about to hand it over to someone she barely knew. “You mean this?” Cerise kept eye contact with him as she pulled her phone into his eyesight, letting him get a good look at it before defiantly shoving the phone into her shorts, beneath the strap of her panties. If he wanted her phone, he was going to have to work for it.

Holy Jesus his face was red, and he felt like a complete mess. There was no way he could put his hand down her shorts. Hell, he wasn’t even sure with as irritated as he was that he could control himself right now. That defiance was…sexy…coming from this cute little lady, and he had to shut down his brain. Vanderwood coughed softly, shaking his head to clear it of any dirty thoughts before he could explain, trying to reason with her. “I need to give you a new one, and in order to move all your information to the new one, I’m going to need the old one. Need to turn off your geotags too. So, you give me the phone, or they find us. Every second we wait, the more danger we’re in.” Hopefully that would be enough to get through to her on some level.

“I don’t want a new one. Find another way.” Cerise huffed and turned her head away from him, crossing her arms. She knew that judging by how red he had turned, he wasn’t about to reach into her shorts to grab her phone. If he was that serious about it, he would find another way around it, because there was no way in Hell she was giving anyone her phone. She may be in danger, but her phone was her life.

Vanderwood internally groaned. Cerise was going to test his patience during this whole situation, he had a feeling. She looked cute, but she was definitely a lot more than that. “And I don’t want to die.” He had to think fast on how he could get her to agree willingly. Her phone seemed pretty new, but hadn’t a new model just come out? He seemed to remember Seven going on about the new capabilities of some smart phone. “How about, I buy you any model phone you want, with whatever accessories?” That would probably peak her interest.

He was right. That caught her attention, and she whipped her head back to him. “…any model?” If he really meant that…she was going to go for the newer model of her phone that had just come out a few days prior. Cerise wasn’t able to get it due to budgeting, and she wanted to show her parents that she could be responsible with her money. Well…not that she’d have to worry about that now since her purse was still at her apartment. She pulled her phone back out and handed it to him, lingering for a moment before she left her most prized possession with a total stranger. This must be what mothers feel like when they leave their child in a daycare…”You win…but you better make good on that promise.” She narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms again as though making a point.

That whole time he’d had to sit patiently and wait for her to deliberate while her phone was right there for the taking. It wasn’t like him to be bashful with women, and he was anxious to get moving, but he just couldn’t do that with her. He rationalized to himself that it was because he knew he needed her trust. Finally, she handed it over. “I will, right after we get you some different clothes, we’ll get you a phone.”

As soon as he took her phone from her, his face grew red again. Even through his leather gloves, he could feel that her phone was warm from having been in her shorts. He coughed softly and got to work, grabbing a throw away from the glove compartment, easy enough to do when one’s arms were as long as his were. She was short enough that opening the compartment didn’t threaten her knees too, thankfully. After hooking the phones up to each other, he transferred everything before going through her apps, turning all of the geotags off. She had a shit ton of them, it was insane. Then he handed the throw away phone to her. “You can use this until we can get your new one. This one…” He wiggled her old phone. “Is getting thrown out the window on the way out of town. Buckle up.”

Cerise grimaced at the plain phone he had given her. It was so…ugly and undecorated. “This isn’t cute at all…” She complained as she held it at arm’s length, examining it. When he mentioned throwing her phone out of the window, she winced, but it was for the better if she wanted a brand-new phone. Cerise would just have to deal with it, not think about it. She could do this. She could. Cerise buckled her seat belt and waited for them to leave. The car was getting warmer, which she was thankful for, and his jacket certainly helped.

Vanderwood mumbled what was meant to be an internal thought, thankful that it was hopefully quiet enough that she didn’t overhear. “Nowhere near as cute as you.” What the Hell was he doing flirting with her? He pulled out of Seven’s garage, heading on the way out of town. As he drove, he watched her out of the corner of his eyes. Cerise frowned at his mumbling. If he had something to say, he should say it, but she didn’t bother to say what she was thinking either, too worn out to care.

After a little while, Vanderwood deigned to speak, not sure why he wanted to. Small talk wasn’t exactly something he was very good at or used to. “I’m sorry if the jacket smells.” He’d been smoking so long that he was used to his own smell, but she probably wasn’t. Although he was very careful to keep his jacket clean and cared for, it probably had at least some residual scent of cigarettes. Cerise just shook her head before resting it against the window. “It’s not bad…” Her answer ended with a yawn. His jacket did smell a little like cigarette smoke, but she could tell that he took care of it.

The two of them sat in silence for a while, him watching her and her too tired to even check the phone or any of her social medias. Vanderwood was thinking just how incredibly beautiful she was…and how incredibly stupid it was for him to be thinking about that. This was going to be difficult for him. She made him feel way different than any other woman, and that might not bode well for staying unattached, even if he was convinced that it was just part of his sex addiction not having been assuaged for a while. At any rate, his job wouldn’t allow attachment, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t gotten her in enough trouble already, so Vanderwood was going to do his best to have as little contact with her as he could manage. Just enough to keep her safe. He also couldn’t report that he was with her at all. No, he was alone.

Cerise was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and this man went through all of that to rescue her, so she had no reason to believe he was of any threat, allowing her to relax for the time being. By now the car was toasty, and she pulled her legs up in the seat so she could cover herself completely in his jacket before she let sleep finally claim her.

She looked so small and peaceful sleeping curled up like that. He felt a strange tightness in his chest looking at her wrapped up in his jacket. Vanderwood realized that he should focus on the road, essentially giving himself tunnel vision other than checking the rearview mirrors for anyone potentially tailing them. Once they were about halfway to the next town, he tossed her phone out of the window and onto the side of the road. It wouldn’t be terribly long before they made it to the next town, but it felt like he had a long road ahead of him, at least figuratively.

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