Hiii!💕 I just had to come request, absolutely loved your writing!! I'm so excited. May I ask for a Tsuzuru request? some domestic fluff with reader mentioning over and over how much they like his eyes (he has one of the most beautiful eyes i've seen in A3 i swear) Don't mind something else either, up to you! I'm sure it'll be amazing! Thanks again and hope you have a beautiful day love! 💕
Thank you so much! I'm not a writer and never write fanfic and stuff up to this point, so I'm really happy to hear when someone says that they enjoy my writing >7< Tsuzuru's one of my absolute favorite in A3! and I agree, he have the most beautiful eyes! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) I had fun writing this one, so I hope everyone likes it and have a nice day! 🌻
Tsuzuru x Reader (Gender-neutral)
519 words (ficlet)
「You are captivated by Tsuzuru’s eye. 」
You've been staring at him for a while now.
The man in front of you is way too focused on reading a script for his upcoming plays on his hand that he hasn't noticed you sitting near him and just staring at him deeply.
You can't take your eyes off from his own, gliding over the words that are imprinted on the paper, up to bottom, from right to left. Over and over again. Those bright emerald color of his eyes hypnotize you for some reason. There's a sense of calamity when you're looking at them. You really love Minagi Tsuzuru's eyes. Even when there are dark circles under them sometimes. Today is one of those days he does not have those under his eyes.
You unconsciously lean closer and made Tsuzuru finally realize you were there and jolted up by how close the distance between you two.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
You sheepishly scratched your neck, embarrassed because you've been caught, "Umm..." you answer with a low volume, "...pretty..."
"Huh?" at this point, Tsuzuru just stared at you dumbfounded, he didn't catch on what you just said. He raised one of his eyebrow a little, his eyes round and questioning, waiting for you to repeat yourself.
God, you love how expressive his eyes are.
"I said your eyes are pretty..." you say it again, clearer this time.
Eyes wide open, and his face slowly heated up. He covered his mouth with his right hand and averted his eyes from you.
Ah. How adorable.
"I feel like I can stare at them for hours," you added, making him narrowed his eyes at you, "that's how beautiful I think your eyes are."
"That sounds so cheesy," he retorted, but his heart still beating fast.
You could help but feel inclined to praise him even more, "Not only your eyes, but you are also beautiful, Tsuzuru."
At this point, you're enjoying yourself watching him about to burst from embarrassment.
"Hu-whah-what... Why are you saying all of these out of nowhere?" he can't help but question you. It's rare for you to spout all of these. Is it Kazunari's influence? Maybe Tenma's role in one of his newest drama?
You just laugh and reach for his hand, circling your thumb on his palm, "I just felt like it."
He just bashfully huffed from your antics, and let his lap open. Without giving any warning, you comfortably sit on his lap and ask about the script he was reading. Your favorite activity to do with him.
The eye is the window to the soul. Or something along that line, you're not sure since you read it from one of the many books that you read from Tsuzuru's bookshelf. And honestly, you agree with that line.
The twinkles in his eyes while he's rambling about the upcoming play to you, show how happy he felt from the affection you gave him, despite him telling you to stop whenever you said embarrassing stuff. You love to admire his eyes when it looks like that.
And you wish to see his eyes stay like that forever.
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Double Trouble Reunion, part 5.5.2
fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Avengers,
universe: Double Trouble universe (Steve and Tony, T2 and S2)
summary: After a very emotional day, some emotions don’t want to let go.
length: 3 110 words
a/n: It might seem rushed, but I needed to write this chapter to put all my feelings in order once again. it was fun to write drama, but I really want to move on, and I hope this is a good closure for that part! likes and reblogs are loved, but asks with your comments are desired the most!
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Double Trouble Reunion, part 5.5.2
Since Afghanistan, Tony was no stranger to wakening up from nightmare consumed dreams. Things got only worse, after the war with Chitauri and almost dying in endless, dark space. Then more things happened, things he didn’t bother to name anymore, hoping that one day they will get buried in his mind and never emerge again, but sleep was setting them all free. Sometimes it did happen that he woke up by his own scream or by alarming traces of fresh tears on his face and chocked out sobs. And it was happening again. Dry, pained breaths, as he tried to hold the crying to himself. He didn’t know why. Looking back at his life, he was happy. He was engaged to the love of his life and reunited with his lovers from another dimension. He had all the reasons to be happy.
Then he realized that it wasn’t his silent crying he was hearing.
T2 slowly fluttered eyes open, blinking them faster to wake up fully. There was no solid darkness around him, but a bluish aura of the upcoming dawn, minutes before the sunrise. There was some movement behind his back and hushed whispering, but what caught his attention were blue eyes looking intensely at him. Steve’s head was placed on the pillow, brows slightly pulled together and lips tightened. After seeing that his Tony was awake, S2 put a finger to his mouth, showing his lover to be quiet. T2 made a worried face, unsure of this, but obeyed.
“And — and then, dad told me that he is proud of me and — and that’s all. I left.”
A broken, sad voice. T2’s heart clenched hearing the sad melody.
“It had to be so hard.”
A soothing, warm whisper. It was almost a painful contrast with the first voice.
“It was… I didn’t expect it’d be so hard.”
“But now you know. Now you know, and it is better that way, right?”
Another dry sob. T1 was choking on his tears.
“I — I don’t know anymore…”
“Hey, shhhhh…”
More movement behind his back. S1 had to inch closer and wrap his boyfriend in a hug. There was some moment of silence as Steve was comforting Tony and the frantic sobs slowly stopped.
“Do you want to go back to sleep? No. Okay, then let’s get up. Will have an earlier breakfast.”
“Mhm, okay…”
Quickly, S2 closed his eyes, T2 following right away. The men behind them left the bed and T2 felt warm hands tucking the covers underneath him as if to make up for the loss of the warm body behind. Then quiet footsteps as two people left the bedroom.
It was… horrible. T2 felt horrible. It was supposed to bring comfort and closure. Instead, he just felt guilty. Maybe he should never agree for T1 to see his parents. Their parents. His parents? He didn’t know. When he opened his eyes, Steve’s were still closed.
“Steve…”
“Mhmm?” the blond hummed, keeping his eyes shut. Maybe he just didn’t have anything to add.
T2 swallowed heavily, his chest clenched with some unpleasant, cold feeling. “Do you think that T1 ha—”
“No,” a quick, heavy answer. Almost brutal. “No,” S2 repeated, this time softer and finally opened his eyes, looking at his miserable fiance. “Of course not. It is something he has to figure out in his own head,” he said, moving closer and pressing his warm forehead to Tony’s cold one. He closed his eyes back to sleep, and T2 followed, not seeing another option. With time, Steve’s arms wrapped around him, bringing familiar warmth and comfort, soothing his body and easing into sleep, but not stopping the pain in his heart.
***
’He hates me now. He hates me now. He hates me now.’
A fake smile. A fake kiss. A fake hug. Fake, fake, fake.
He couldn’t stand it anymore.
They were supposed to go back to California today, but Tony suddenly had an urgent meeting to go. T2 was questioning it, knowing that the other him might be hiding something and distance himself. Yet, there was a far more important question to ask.
“Do you hate me?”
T1 stopped before the door, as his counterpart slammed his hand on the doorway, blocking the passage. He was all ready, in an elegant suit with hair slicked to the back with an appropriate amount of hair gel and looked at T2 with amusement, as if finding T2’s serious face and the question funny.
“What? No, of course, that I don’t hate you,” T1 answered, smiling gently and fixing his wristwatch. Before the relief could set in, T1 continued. “You just lived the life I was deprived off and always wanted, why would I hate you for that?”
The words were spoken in a neutral tone, but there were some hidden coldness and jealousy. T2 didn’t ask further and T1 took this moment to slip out of the room, going for his meeting, leaving a scent of spicy cologne and a cold atmosphere. T2 had his own plans. There was a Mario Kart tournament set up with the rest of the team on the Avengers shared floor, just about to start. T2 decided to skip this one.
***
“Do you regret not telling him?”
“Huh? No,” Steve shrugged, reaching for grated beets and stirring them into the brownie batter. “He still likes them. Doesn’t need to know that the secret ingredient is beets,” Steve smiled to himself, preparing that kind of brownie for Tony since forever. The beet flavor was not detectable, and it gave the brownies moisture and soft texture. Together with strong chocolate flavor and chewiness of the dough, it was a great mix.
“Not that,” S2 huffed, feeling irritated. The other him could be so slow sometimes. “Do you regret— you know what.”
Steve stopped stirring the batter. Oh. Then he resumed it, a little bit more vigorously than a second ago. “Why do you ask?”
“I just want to know,” S2 replied, trying to keep his voice calm.
“You don’t need to know,” Steve answered, quickening in the stirring, almost making the batter splat all over. “It doesn’t concern you,” he hated that his voice started to tremble. Do they really have to talk about this? It was in the past. He and Tony were fine.
“You are right, it doesn’t concern me,” S2 said, surprisingly close. What came next, was a hand placed on Steve’s, slowing it down and a familiar body pressing against his back. “You tend to forget that I am you. I can see it is eating you. You try to push it away, but it doesn’t work like that.”
Steve stopped stirring.
“Did it ever work for us like that? We — you feel guilty of many things, Steve. Don’t feel guilty of this anymore.”
Steve clenched his teeth. If the brownies turn with a salty aftertaste, it would be totally S2’s fault.
S2 used the top of his hand to wipe off the tears from the other him’s face. “I know you love him. More than anything. Show it to him. Show that although his life was different, he didn’t miss anything.”
Steve sniffled. He tried, God, he tried to make Tony happy. Sometimes he felt that they both were too proud and stubborn and standing in their own way to a shared happy life, creating more problems than pleasant memories. And he hated that he saw what they could be and what they turned out to be.
“I don’t know how,” Steve admitted in a whisper, lowering his head with regret.
“I know how,” S2 said, sounding weirdly hopeful. “Besides, the time is coming.”
When S1 looked at the other him, he definitely didn’t understand why he was smiling.
***
“He is coming!”
The excited chirp was quickly silenced, and lights were turned off. The silence prolonged and the elevator door slid open, revealing a tired-looking Tony inside. He took a step out and frowned at the darkness and asked Friday to turn on the lights, almost jumping back into the elevator when ‘SURPRISE!’ was screamed at him, coming out from ten throats.
“Whah— what’s going on?” Tony asked, looking around the room, filled with his teammates and party decorations and food.
“Just a goodbye party before you go to California for vacation,” Natasha smiled at the startled brunet.
Oh yeah. Of course. After all, it might be the last the whole team could see T2 and S2. Well, throwing them a goodbye party was kinda nice, actually. Oh, and look, brownies. That was always good news.
“And something more…”
The room became quiet again, when from the crowd, Steve stepped out, standing a foot away from Tony. He looked paler than usual, but his smile was calm.
“What’s going on?” Tony asked, not understanding why everyone suddenly focused on them. Then he saw Steve slowly going down on one knee. “Okay, wow, what is going on?!” he demanded, his voice involuntarily gaining a higher pitch. He looked around his team and noticed everyone holding their breaths in anticipation and somewhere in the background, S2 and T2, looking at him and smiling brightly.
“Tony.”
Tony looked back at Steve and his breath stopped when he saw the black, velvet box.
“I know it wasn’t always perfect between us and I can’t promise that from now it will be. I know that there are more challenges ahead of us, but deep in my heart, I feel that whatever happens and as long as you are with me, everything will be alright. You are my strength, my purpose, you are my whole life. Tony Stark, will you marry me?”
There were not many moments in life when Tony was left speechless. He stood frozen, a hand pressed to his mouth and eyes flickering with many emotions. Sometimes he thought about this moment, about marrying Steve and growing old with Steve, about the unbreakable vows and a connection stronger than everything. Didn’t they have it all already? Was that ring — that very gorgeous ring, silver, with a sapphire pressed into the middle — going to change anything?
It took too long to answer, and everyone felt that something wrong was happening.
“Steve… We need to talk. Alone.”
Well.
The team watched in stunned silence as Steve got up, and both men walked outside to the terrace, away from everybody. Yet, the most surprised were S2 and T2, not understanding what just happened.
Clint cleared his throat, focusing everyone’s attention on himself. “That’s never a good sign.”
Indeed it wasn’t, and the other dimension couple exchanged worried looks.
“Do you think we can still eat the cake?”
The silence was cut by a sound of Natasha slapping her hand on the back of Clint’s head.
***
It was dark outside and stars were shining beautifully. The air was crisp and cold, cooling down the hot atmosphere.
“What was that about?” Tony asked, folding arms together.
That wasn’t a yes. Steve closed the box and kept it in his fist. “I… I thought you wanted this,” Steve admitted, feeling hurt. No, that came out wrong. “I thought we both wanted this,” that was better.
Tony’s eyes softened and he lowered his arms. “Of course, I want this,” he assured, coming closer to Steve and putting a hand on soldier’s cheek, urging him to eye contact. “But why now?”
Steve shrugged.
“Is it because of T2 and S2?”
Steve made a pained expression. Maybe. According to S2, that was a proper solution.
“Steve… You know I love you,” Tony whispered in a soft voice, “but when we decide to take this step, I want it to mean something. Not because T2 and S2 are engaged.”
Steve closed his eyes. Somehow he had a feeling it would end like this. They didn’t need rings to cement their relationship and prove their love. They were happy together as they were. And one day, they would get there.
“I made an idiot out of myself, right?”
“Not the first time.”
Steve snapped his eyes wide open, pouting at Tony cracking up.
“Come here,” Tony whispered hotly and pulled his, still, boyfriend, closer and locked their lips in a kiss.
***
“Sorry,” S2 said, approaching Steve and giving off guilty vibes. Both Tony and Steve returned to the party, and although it wasn’t an engagement slash goodbye party, just a goodbye part, the marry atmosphere was back on. “I thought it was what you both needed.”
Steve smiled, seeping a beer. He grabbed another one and handed it to the other him, clinking the bottles together. “It is all good. I know you had good intentions.”
“I am really surprised it ended like that,” S2 admitted, creasing his forehead. Rejected engagement. There was no other word for that.
Steve wasn’t, but he didn’t want to say anything. “It’s fine. I know that one day we will get there.”
“How do you know?” S2 asked, surprised by the confident tone.
“Because we know that there is no other way for us,” Steve kept smiling. No matter the dimension, as long as they both were alive, it would always end with them being together. Steve had a living proof just right in front of him.
S2 smiled shyly, understanding the words. They both looked to the back, seeing Tony explaining something to a guilty looking T2, and when the explanation ended, Tony pulled the other him for a long time overdue, real and warm hug, apologizing for yet once again being a jerk. Next came a kiss, and a collective scream, that the rest of the team was already scarred enough from seeing Tony and Steve kiss and they didn’t need to see Tonys kissing. Still, the laughter was louder than the complaint.
***
“Everyone ready?” Steve called, standing near the jet. It was sunny and clear and it was a beautiful day. Time to go back to Malibu.
“Almost,” S2 grunted, rolling by with a load of suitcases stacked on top of each other, balancing them in his arms.
“What’s that?!” Steve widened his eyes. When they arrived, none of them took any baggage.
“Things Tonys insisted on taking with them,” S2 explained, walking up the ramp to the jet. “You could help, you know!”
“You are doing such a good job on your own!” Steve called, smiling wide and smiling even more, when one suitcase fell off the top and off the ramp, landing on the ground with a loud thud, luckily not opening.
“HEY! Watch it, there is precious stuff in there!” one of the Tonys called, watching as S2, after he had put the rest of the suitcases inside the jet, leaned out and S1 threw the suitcase to him. S2 went to say something snappy, but his voice got stuck after seeing both Tonys, and his mouth dropped, the same happening to Steve’s mouth and the poor suitcase, which slipped out again and back to the ground.
“I hope you know, that I hate you,” Tony hissed, looking at his counterpart and blushing in embarrassment on his behalf. T2 was standing proudly, wearing a traditional Bavarian outfit with his own twist consisting of suede, light brown jacket and a green scarf around his neck. Tony thought that nothing would top the horrendous Hawaiian shirt and bermudas T2 arrived in to New York. It was a painful contrast to Tony’s black jacket worn over a t-shirt with a purple pattern and black, fitted slacks.
“What, you don’t like it?” T2 smiled cheekily and did the Schuhplatter Knee dance, although failed miserably, and kept slapping his ankles in an irregular, nonsense pattern. Tony hid face in his hands and muttered something illegible.
“Looking good, doll! Nice pair of gams!” S2 whistled, looking at brunet’s muscled calves, urging S1 to throw the suitcase up again.
“You are one Ducky Shincracker!” S1 joined with a laugh, also, looking at T2’s calves, even if his attention was more drawn to deep green socks paired with heavy, brown shoes.
“I HATE YOU ALL!” Tony yelled, trying to be louder than the wind around them.
It took some more minutes, but finally, they were ready to go.
Almost.
“Hey.”
Steve stopped when Tony caught his wrist, just as he was walking up the ramp.
“Hm?” he turned around and looked at his boyfriend. He heard the other dimension couple stopping at the top of the ramp, and looking curiously at them.
It was alarming, as Tony’s face was unusually serious, but after a while, it was lit up with a smile. He took out a familiar velvet box out of his pocket and opened it, revealing not one ring, but two, his silver one with a sapphire, and a gold one with a ruby. He took the ruby one and slid it on Steve’s hand, on the ring finger on the left hand, and put the sapphire one on his own hand.
“Before you think of anything,” Tony started, as Steve became too stunned to say a word, “this is not an engagement—”
“YOU ARE ENGAGED!!” T2 screamed happily, cutting the other him off.
“NO, WE ARE NOT!” Tony protested, squeezing through his stunned boyfriend and standing closer to the other couple. “This is not an engagement, this is a promise ring, that one day it will happen—”
“It is exactly what engagement rings are!” T2 smiled, big and cheerful and hopeful, “I have to call Nat!” he squealed and ran inside the jet.
“You are not calling anyone!!”
Steve stood there, wind ruffling his hair, as he was looking at the ring on his finger. The ruby reflected the sun and sparkled with a warm, red glow. Coupled with the gold reflexes it reminded him a lot of something. Of someone.
“Hey, Casanova!”
Steve turned around, facing a smiling S2.
“Can we go in?” S2 tilted his head at the opened door leading inside the jet. “Because I think we should take them apart.”
Steve blinked, and indeed, there was a lot of excited squealing and angry yelling coming out of the plane, joined by some wrestling sounds and a lot of laughter.
“Yeah,” Steve laughed, and resumed walking up the ramp, feeling happiness bursting in him. “Yeah, let’s go.”
The jet took off, carrying four people, whose hearts were once again beating in the same rhythm.
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what about when the realize how brutal humans can be? like we don't always go for the physical attacks sometimes we attack them mentally with verbal attacks...
Hmm…that will most definitely happen.
Hope you enjoy this little blurb.
Also, some stronger language will be used here, just so ya’ know. And mention of alcohol abuse and suicide. If you are sensitive of that, don’t read it. It’s not directly said, but it is implied.
The tight bonds that held Xylion tentacles behind his back were really starting to hurt. Not only that, but the gloves he used to stop his mucus from affecting anything were still on, making it almost impossible for him to wriggle out. He was peeved, to say the least.
Captain Zellnor was next to him, his long face hung. His red eyes were closed, almost as if he was sleeping. Well, seeing that he had been injected with a sleep inducer, it made sense. Xylion, however, was wide awake, forced to sit in an uncomfortable silence next to his unconscious boss.
The rest of the crew was somewhere on the ship, tied up as well. At least, so the pirate guarding him said.
He was of the Roachon species. He had mandibles and antennae, and six arms. The species was known for it’s ability to survive many different physical attacks from anything. Not to mention they had extremely powerful weapons too. Their species loved to steal. Instead of making their own, they’d much rather steal ships and weapons, and then improve them. No one wanted to be captured by them. They were practically invincible.
Xylion looked up at the pirate, trying to see if there was anyway to escape. The Roachonian didn’t look particularly weak, so there was no way for him to overpower him. Of course, even if he could overpower him, he was still tied up, and the powerhouse Captain was passed out, unable to help.
He hung his head, sadness filling him. There was no way he’d be able to get free. He was screwed. Xylion sighed.
The only thing he could think of was his family, and how sad they’d be when they saw he was no longer amongst the living. How they’d cry. What if they even got depressed? Or was that merely a human thing? He had no idea.
Xylion felt his eyes begin to burn. He knew what this meant. He was going to start leaking mucus out of his eyes.
Wonderful.
Before he could begin to curse his retched fate, the sound of a radio turning on was heard. Xylion looked up at see the Roachonian holding one up. He put the radio up to his head. “What? Is sometin’ goin’ on?”
The sound of muffled screaming was heard. The Roachonian scowled before turning towards Xylion. “What are ye’ doin’? I know it sometin’!”
Xylion shook his head. “I swear, I am not doing anything, sir. I am tied up, and about to be covered in mucus because I’m so nervous.”
The Roachonian grimaced. “Gross.”
“No kidding.”
Suddenly, the door was thrown open. Human Fredrick stood there, a gun in his hand and blood pouring out of multiple wounds. The Roachonian pointed his gun at him and fired, hitting him in the shoulder. Human Fredrick backed up.
Xylion watched as Human Fredrick was shot in the chest, and went flying against the wall. He cried out, trying to break his bonds, but to no avail.
But before the pirate could shoot human Fredrick again, the sound of a voice came booming all around them. “If you dare shoot that gun once more, than you will die.”
The pirate stopped, his gun still pointed at Human Fredrick’s limp body. Xylion looked around, trying to pinpoint Human Mason, but he was not in the room.
“Who are ya’? Where are ya’?” The pirate cried out, backing up slightly.
“Look at you, a weak, insolent insect. How dare you come aboard this ship and think you and your gang of roaches can take us down?”
The pirate pointed his gun up to Xylion. “Shut up or I’ll shoot him!”
“If you shoot him, then we will be forced to shoot you dead.”
Xylion watched as hundred of little red dots seemed to appear all over the pirate’s body. His eyes widened and his grip on the gun loosened.
“You- you can’t stop us! We gone find ya’ and kill ya’!”
“As if a creature that doesn’t even belong in the asshole of hell can take our ship? You must have a superiority complex, you fuck-head.”
Whatever hell was, Xylion didn’t want to know. It sounded bad if a Roachonian couldn’t belong there.
The pirate’s gun began to slip out of it’s grip. “You can’t stop us! We are the future! We gone find ya’, kid.”
“Shit, man!” Human Isaac was no speaking. “This little cockroach thinks he can get us by just shooting us? I mean, Fred is down there with him!”
The pirate let out a sick laugh. “That fool? I took care of ‘I’m wit mah gun!”
Xylion heard the sound of a gun cocking. He looked behind the pirate to see Human Fredrick with his gun pointed at the pirate. Blood was oozing out of all his wounds. His chest, arms, torso, forehead, and his left leg was covered in the crimson liquid. Not to mention that his left eye was swollen shut. Xylion felt sick just looking at him. Human Fredrick let out a sick chuckle. “We don’t go down easy, bitch.”
The pirate backed up, his dark, beady eyes wider than plates. That’s when a sick grin spread over his face. “I’m invincible! Ya’ can’t kill whah can’t be killed!”
Human Fredrick looked up, baring his teeth. Xylion saw the red blood in his mouth too. How was he standing? “So maybe we can’t kill you, but we can break you.”
“And what is that suppose ta mean?”
Xylion was confused also, but then he heard Human Jenny speaking. “Do you have any family members?”
The pirate scowled. “What do tha-”
“Imagine if they saw you doing this? Would they approve of you killing innocent people just so you could get a spaceship you clearly don’t need?”
“I-”
“Imagine your mother, seeing you standing over Freddie, dead and covered in blood. You did this to him. You did. You killed him, and your mother will no longer see you as a son. She will see you as a murderer. A murderer who kills for fun just so he can have more things that he so obviously doesn’t need. How does that feel, huh? Or your father, even! The boy he helped grow and teach is a murderer! He kills people all because he wants a new spaceship. How would that affect him? Maybe the taste of wine would help drown it out.”
“But-”
“Or what about your spouse? The person you love more than anyone else? How would they feel seeing the person they made a promise with to stay with forever standing above the broken corpse of something that once was living, but now no longer breathes, no longer moves unless moved by an outside force? How could they still love you, knowing you pulled the trigger that ended that being’s life?”
“No-”
“Or, or, what about a child? A son, maybe. He aspires to be you, be like his father, but now- now, he hears his father kills people just so that he could have another vehicle to drive in. He killed an innocent human just because he wanted to take their ship. Or maybe you have a daughter. She hears about the blood oozing from the creature’s wounds, wounds you inflicted upon him! You sent this being to their death, their eternal rest, and now she can only imagine you with a sick twisted grin on your face as you hold the gun to their head and end their life!”
“Wait-”
“What about your siblings? You brother, ready to see you once more, only to hear that you ended up killing a man. A man who had a family, maybe even children. You ended his life without knowing a damn thing about him, and all because you wanted an upgrade? Or what about your sister? All she can see is her brother, someone she grew up with, now coated with blood. The phantom smell haunts her, and she feels like she can hear the cries of the dying man as you pulled the trigger. It haunts her for the rest of her days, even though they aren’t as long anymore.”
“You-”
“And your grandparents! Your grandmother quaking in fear whenever she hears you name! All she can remember is that her adorable grandson she took care of while your parents were out of town. She’d watch you run around, chasing the pet and cuddling it once you caught it. And your grandfather, who first taught you how to shoot a gun will regret it for the rest of his days. He will end up dying with the knowledge he helped teach you how to end someone’s life.”
The pirate suddenly fell to his knees, his dark eyes blank. The gun fell out of his hands. Human Fredrick fell to his knees as well, but he took this as the chance to grab the gun.
Xylion was in shock over what he just heard. How could Human Jenny say such things?
“I- I surrender. Just please, stop!” The pirate said, throwing his body on the floor. “I beg of you! Please! No more!”
Xylion was amazed. They got the pirate to surrender just by saying those things. Human Fredrick suddenly stood up, strapping the guns to his back. He walked towards Captain Zellnor and Xylion and began to cut the bonds.
“Human Fredrick-”
“I’ll be fine for now, Xylion.” Human Fredrick said, his voice raspy. “I still have some adrenaline running through me.”
Whatever adrenaline was, Xylion made sure to note how powerful it was and what it did to humans. He’d have to find more of it.
When Xylion went out to check everything else, he saw the other Roachonians on the ground, either crying or just unmoving. They were broken.
He felt a wave of fear settle within him. If the humans could do this with just speaking, what more could they do?
How easily could they break him if they needed to?
Well. That was a doozy.
I feel like I got carried away with what Jenny said…did I?
Oh well.
I hope you liked that! I had to think of a scenario to write. Originally I was going to do a fight that Xylion tried to break up, but I feel this turned out much better.
If you have anything else you want me to write, don’t hesitate to ask! If it is within my writing capability, then I will do it! If it isn’t, then I apologize.
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