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kairos-polaris · 3 years

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A schism of magic

Chapte 1

Marinette finds a golden watch. Opening it changed a lot in her life.

***

She remembers being eight and looking at the Untempered Schism. She was prepared to see everything but not magic and gods the size of her hand. The image left a lingering need to run in her bones but she was very good at resisting the urge.

***

Marinette was tired. Exhausted. Worn out. Bone-tired.

Why? Well, studying, working on commissions, and saving Paris from Hawkmoth at the same time wasn't easy. Her schedule was packed so tightly, she hadn't slept more than four hours for almost three months.

Maybe, I should close commissions. This will give me more free time. I can also work more on finding Hawkmoth. And focus on my education,' Marinette thought. She looked around her room. Everything was calm. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Kwamis were similar to kids in one aspect: if they're quiet, they're making a mess somewhere. Marinette sighed and rubbed her forehead. She really was too tired to clean up anything.

Marinette sighed again and got up. Apparently, being awake for 64 hours straight wasn't good for her health because Marinette felt her head spin and everything went dark for a moment. "I need to take a nap," she muttered to herself while swaying softly. "Maybe consuming so much caffeine isn't good for me".

Finding kwamis turned out to be relatively easy. They were all sitting on her bed, next to a golden fob watch with engraved circular designs. It was a beautiful watch, Marinette had to admit.

"Where did you find it? I don't remember having anything similar," Marinette frowned. "Did you steal it?"

Judging by kwamis' guilty looks they did steal it. The next questions were how, when, why, and from whom? Marinette sighed inwardly. It wasn't going to be easy.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Marinette asked after several minutes of silence. Wayzz flew forward as the most responsible one.

"We wanted to explore a little bit," they've started, "and we accidentally flew into your parents room. Immediately after I realized where we were I made them leave. But in my hurry I didn't notice that Fluff did not go with us. And I think Fluff can tell more now."

The kwami of evolution had the decency to look guilty under Wayzz's glare. Fluff flew closer to her, trying to appear innocent. "I'm not sorry, Guardian. I had to do this for the stability of timelines. You will understand it later. This watch contains your consciousness. It is you, Guardian."

"What do you mean, Fluff?" she asked, a small frown forming between her eyebrows. "How can a fob watch be me?"

"You're a Time Lady. This watch is a part of the mechanism called the Chameleon Arc. From what I know your people use it as a perfect disguise. Chameleon Arc changes your biology and creates false memories. You have to open it," Fluff didn't wait for her answer and just dropped it on her knees.

Fluff's words seemed to be too unlikely to be true. Why would she want to change her species or create false memories? Why didn't Tikki say anything if it were true?

"Are you trying to pull a prank on me, Fluff?" she asked tiredly. She wasn't in the mood for games.

"Just open it, Guardian. I used the Burrow to make sure this is the right time. It's very important for you to open this watch."

It didn't seem real. More like from a tv show with aliens. But she was the Guardian of multiple gods. She knew that aliens existed (hard not to, considering how everybody talks about Superman, Martian Manhunter, Green Lanterns and others). So there was a chance that Fluff was telling the truth. The only way to find out was to open the watch. If she wasn't a Time Lord, nothing would change. And if she was … well, they would deal with it later.

A small click of the opened clasp and a bright golden light blinded her. Several seconds later the room was filled with her pained screams. And then she blacked out.

Tikki wasn't panicking. She wasn't! Nothing Plagg says can be trusted. So don't believe him when he says that Tikki was flying around her Chosen and babbling 100 words per minute.

But what if Marinette didn't wake up? What if she forgot about Tikki and the time they've spent together? What if she didn't want to see them anymore?

"Urgh, it shouldn't have hurt so much. I shouldn't have blacked out," Marinette's voice interrupted Tikki's inner monologue. Kwami immediately flew to her face to assure herself that Marinette was alright.

"How are you feeling? What has gone wrong?" Tikki asked worriedly while flying around Marinette's head.

"I'm okay, Tikki. I just didn't expect it to hurt so much. I didn't completely believe this watch could do anything to me." She breathed out to regulate her heartbeats. "I'm just happy… my parents aren't home. I don't know how to explain this to them."

Fluff flew closer and nuzzled into her cheek. "I'm sorry, Guardian. I didn't think something like that would happen," Fluff said, their eyes shining with regret. "What is your name, Guardian?"

"My name is Morana," she answered slowly, her head still pounding from the pain. Using her full name felt somewhat wrong. Her entire family was dead. Her home planet was most likely destroyed in the War, because the Universe was standing and Rassilon wasn't the type to change plans.

"Why did you use this thing in the first place? Was it because of the Time War?" Fluff asked before every kwami flew to them in an attempt to close their mouths.

Morana stayed silent. She trusted kwamii, she even loved them. But the Time War changed her so much that she couldn't recognise herself. Seeing death every day and being aware that your people sacrificed civilisations to win just one battle wasn't easy for her. And she didn't want to relieve everything she had seen or done.

Kwamis seemed to understand this, giving her time to collect her thoughts. She opened her mouth to start talking, but… she couldn't say anything. Every word felt too weak to describe why she had used the Chameleon Arc and what had led to this.

"It's not so easy," she started again. "I.. A lot of things featured in my decision to use it. I wasn't technically running away from the war. I was ordered to leave. You can call me a backup plan. But I was attacked while leaving. My Time Capsule is still young so she was heavily injured. And because of it I was injured, too.

Then I finally was in this Universe. Heavily bleeding, I decided that regeneration was my best choice. Something went wrong, again, and I looked like a six years old. Using the Chameleon Arc was part of Lord Rassilon's plan so that's what I did."

Kwamis stayed silent. It was clear that Morana didn't want to talk about it and they would respect her wishes. Some wounds should be left alone so they heal properly.

"You should go to sleep. You were running on sheer spite, and becoming a Time Lady again was hard for your body," Wayzz said. He was always the most responsible and caring kwami. Morana smiled at him and silently went to her bed. She had a lot of work cut out for her. She could only hope she wouldn't wake up from a nightmare.

***

Waking up a Time Lord again felt strange. Utterly strange. It must be because she had used the Chameleon Arc immediately after regeneration. Not everything was set and she should have waited a little bit. Well, what's done is done. She couldn't change anything.

What she could do was moan to kwamis about aches in seemingly all her body parts. Her head felt close to exploding from all the pressure. She could feel neurons snapping into place. It would go much easier if she were on Gallifrey. Or at least in the Zero Room. Regenerating anywhere else was awfully painful.

Due to her newly discovered heightened hearing she heard Sabine's steps. The woman most likely wanted to wake up Marinette so she wouldn't be late for school. Morana didn't want to move, less go to a public place before she could actually control her body.

"Marinette, you are going to be late if you don't get up right now," Sabine said from somewhere in the room. Morana was too overwhelmed with the amount of new smells that came with Sabine.

"I'm sorry, Maman. I have a really bad headache. Everything hurts," she said, desperately trying to tall like Marinette would. Her usual speech patterns were too proper for a teenager. However, it was a problem for later. At the very moment Mora just wanted her head to stop pounding. A very tiny part of her wanted that pain to last, this way she would not have to be confronted with silence. No telepathic specie deserved to be completely alone in their heads.

"Do you need something, sweetie?" the woman was clearly concerned, more than her actual mother ever was. Morana felt a small pang in her chest, but brushed it off immediately as an aftereffect of regeneration going wrong. "I'm going to be in the bakery, just call me when you need anything, okay?"

Kwamis flew out immediately after Sabine had left. They looked very concerned for her health, and it warmed her heart a lot. Time Lords were too proper to care for anyone other than themselves. Morana sighed inwardly, because doing so outwardly would be too painful. She was so used to resenting her own people that she forgot that they are dead. Properly dead. No crossing time streams would let her see even her most annoying cousins. And it pained her more than she wanted to admit.

"Can we help somehow, Master?" Wayzz asked softly, adjusting his voise tone so it wouldn't hurt her head. Marinette appreciated the effort. She really did. She did not appreciate being called Master.

"Plese, never call me Master, Wayzz," she said weakly. "I know a Time Lord who call himself that. He's one of the biggest annoyances Gallifrey had ever known. He had also destroyed my lab once so I don't like being reminded of him," she explained, seeing kwamis' wondering gazes. She didn't mention that reminder of the home she had lost hurt her a lot, but judging by Tikki's and Wayzz's reactions, they understood her without any words needed

"What can we do to help you, Morana? You never answered," Tikki said, carefully gouging her reaction. Morana sighed, outwardly this time. She hoped they moved on from the subject.

"Nothing, unless you can get me Gallifrey," she let out a bitter laugh. "Or my Time Capsule. Even just being there would help me greatly. But, alas, I don't know where she is. I can't move to get there anyway."

"I can try to search for it, Guardian," Barkk offered. Morana stayed silent for a moment. It would seem like a great idea if she didn't know that her Time Capsule couldn't be detected if she herself didn't approve. And Morana couldn't possibly do it from her bedroom in Paris. That's what she explained to the dog kwami. It, apparently, insulted the god a lot, because they started loudly explaining how nothing could hinder their search and that they were the best in it before remembering about Morana's headache. It seemed to shut them up pretty fast, but Morana just appreciated the silence.

"Let's tall about this later, when my brain won't try to explode and my body will be more used to… a lot of things, actually," she offered, because she really didn't want to argue with anyone. Especially with kwamis. "I'm going to sleep. Hope it will help me."

***

Sleep didn't help. Painkillers didn't help. Which was obvious, because human medicine could never help a Time Lord. Especially after regeneration.

But Marinette did feel better. Tea, apparently, helped, because after only one cup her head stopped hurting so much and she could do anything without being overwhelmed. Marinette appreciated it, but was too baffled by the realisation. She even regretted that they never had it on Gallifrey. It would help a lot of Time Lords. Especially during the Time War, because everyone was burning through their regeneration like… like Doctor!

"What are we going to do now?" she asked kwamis. Morana knew they considered her too weak to do anything and it irritated her a lot. Time Lords were a superior species, regeneration was their strength, not a weakness.

"You have to understand one thing, Guardian," Wayzz started, always the peacemaker. "We don't think you are weak or anything like that. But I personally believe that you need more rest. And you won't get it while fixing your Time Capsule. It would take a lot of time and effort to get her into proper shape, considering that you had to regenerate from all the damage," Wayzz explained slowly, like one would to a child.

Morana knew his words had logic. If she saw her Time Capsule, she wouldn't rest until everything was fixed. And it would cause major problems in the long run for her health. It could even force her to regenerate and she wasn't keen on changing her bodies like gloves. She still hated it.

"Okay, we will wait," she said after a long moment of silence and kwamis started cheering immediately. "For now we have to think how I am supposed to act." She was met with bland and confused looks. "My speech patterns, my behaviour and even the way I hold myself is drastically different from Marinette. Some things have stayed, like my intellect, curiosity and need to learn more, but a lot of Marinette was influenced by growing up as a human. I was raised completely differently."

"I can take you wherever you want, Guardian," Kaalki courteously offered. "You can change their memories a little bit, take some money and leave. I believe that you know how to hack computers."

Kaalki's offer made a lot of sense and in any other situation Morana would agree immediately. But it wasn't any other situation. "I can't leave because of Hawkmoth," she said quietly.

Mora was also ashamed of the fact that she still hadn't caught the man. It was embarrassing for a Time Lady of her status. At least she had another reason to not leave immediately to find her Time Capsule. She would be too tempted to leave and never return. Time Lords aren't meant to meddle with humans and history in general. "But the Doctor did so," a traitorous voice, the most rebellious part of her, whispered. You envy his freedom but yet you are unable to let go of Time Lords's ideals. You have to choose one day.". And that was a conversation for another day.

The next hour was spent discussing Marinette's behaviour and how Morana could start slowly changing, so her classmates (she had graduated from the Academy years ago and she still had to go to a human school and she hated that) wouldn't notice. It wouldn't be very hard, considering they could only see Lila and her pretty tales.

There was also an issue of Marinette's crush on one Adrien Agreste. It was borderline creepy and hurt Marinette's mental health. Thank Rassilon, her Time Lord consciousness was woken up just in time. In the back of her mind Morana could feel possible outcomes of the situation with Adrien and Lila and she liked none of them

Lila and her lies were another reason for Morana to burn bright red from shame. Marinette losing her composure and completely not being to defend herself was unbecoming for a Time Lady. Her parents and Academy teachers had taught her better than that.

That liar was a completely different issue. On one hand, she would keep attention diverted from Morana. On the other, she wasn't sure the liar wouldn't try to discredit her even further. Morana preferred staying hidden rather than attracting unnecessary attention. And the repeat of her infamous expulsion would do exactly that.

There was also a matter of pride. Her Time Lord part was enraged that a human girl thought herself better than her. Morana wanted to destroy the liar, make her reap what she had sowed. But deep down she knew that destroying a minor would not help her feel better.

"I want to deal with Lila without exposing her myself," she said out loud. Voicing out her thoughts sometimes helped. "I have to make someone else do it, but who?"

"You can subtly help your classmates find the truth," Tikki offered. "You are more eloquent and confident than Marinette. You wouldn't lose your head if someone started doubting you."

"It would work if I didn't change so much. I don't want to attract attention but talking to them will make them notice me. No, it won't work," Marinette shook her head. She stayed silent before a small spark ignited in her eyes. "I can make teachers expose her! I will get rid of Bustier and Damocles. This way not only will the Lila situation be resolved, but it will prevent something similar happening in the future!"

"That's an amazing idea!" Tikki exclaimed. "How do you want to do this?" But Marinette was already deep in work, cursing human technology every now and then.

Not even two hours later Morana got up with a triumphant grin. "We have to wait and see the results for ourselves now," she said.

"What did you do, Guardian?" Wayzz asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Wait and see! It will be much more interesting!" Morana didn't wait to see kwamis's reaction and just bolted out of her room. Buying computer parts was high in her priority because there was no way she would ever work with human technology without adjusting it to her needs. She also wanted to change her bedroom. Pink was a lovely colour but a completely pink bedroom was too much for Morana.

***

Morana skipped two more school days, because of fatigue and random headaches. Every time she shut her eyes from pain she was reminded of Gallifrey and Zero Room. It wouldn't hurt so much if she were there.

On the third day Morana decided it was time to go and assess the situation. She also needed proof of Bustier's unprofessionalism and her enabling bullies. She also wanted to know if anyone saw through Lila's lies. It was highly unlikely but a Time Lady could hope.

Dressing up was a major problem. Morana and Marinette had as different tastes in clothes as it could be. One preferred soft lines and pastel colours, another favoured strict forms and traditional colours. Marinette's style was too casual for Morana, who was used to stuff robes and gigantic headpieces.

"I guess I have to work with what I have for now, and then buy more when I can," Morana thought.

"You look very different from Marinette, Mora," Tikki said after Morana finished getting dressed. "But it suits you. I bet you are used to completely different clothes."

Morana decided to change Marinette's style a little bit, forgoing pigtails and usual clothes. Instead, she chose a white shirt and dress pants. She put her hair up in a bun. It was just the perfect combination of casual and formal. Morana would still do anything to wear robes from Gallifreywhich she didn't even have because her home planet was destroyed.

"I am ready. Who is going to go to school with me today?" It was a tradition at that point for Marinette to take kwamis with her to school and Morana didn't want to change it. It was decided that Trixx and Wayzz would come with her.

Morana already felt a growing headache. Unfortunately, it wasn't because of her less than stellar regeneration, but knowing what kinds of troubles Trixx could trick Wayzz and Tikki into. Hopefully Tikki would reign them in.

"Do you think Chat Noir will be suspicious when he sees me?" she asked, causing Tikki to nervously gulp. Kwami of creation wasn't a good liar. Just like Marinette.

"No! You were always very serious and strict as Marinette! I am sure he wouldn't notice the difference!" Tikki ranted, nervousness obvious in her small movements. Did she get that from Marinette too?

Morana sighed and smiled as softly as she could. "I wasn't sure that Chat was in my class but your poor lying skills just admitted it," Tikki just looked away, embarrassment and shame of exposing Chat's identity were noticeable in her eyes. Morana bit her lip, contemplating whether she should stay silent or cheer up kwami. She didn't think long. "Hey, it's okay, Tikki. It's not your fault that I know that Adrien is Chat. Human and Time Lord brains work differently, so I could imagine how Chat's face looked without the mask. I'm sure magic would help protect his identity if you always knew that I'm a Time Lady."

Tikki wasn't convinced, guilt still lingering in her little body. The previous guardian being so against Ladybug and Chat Noir knowing each other's identity has influenced kwami more than Morana thought previously. Tikki more than Plagg, obviously. "The previous guardian was a coward and not the smartest man," Morana stopped, trying to pick words that wouldn't offend the old man too much. "We don't know what would happen if Ladybug or Chat Noir were akumatized. Knowing who the other is would help us a lot. We could work together as civilians."

"Yes, you are right, Morana," Tikki said, stifling a sob. She nuzzled into Morana's cheek with a content sigh. They stood like that for several long moments. Luckily, there was still time as Morana had got up earlier to not be late.

"We have to go now, Tikki. We don't want to be late." It pained her to refuse Tikki so obviously needed comfort. But Morana couldn't allow herself to be late. Unless

"You know what? We can stay for a little bit longer. I planned everything so I would be the first in the class. We have full ten minutes for ourselves," she said with more confidence than she felt. Changing plans to make someone feel better wasn't something Time Lords would respect. But Tikki was important for her and Morana would be damned if she left her dear friend sad and hurt.

Tikki squealed happily before taking Morana's finger and leading her to the chaise. Over the course of the next several minutes every kwami flew to her. Morana thanked them mentally as being with her friends made Tikki feel much better.

Morana was ashamed to admit that she, a Time Lady with very precise time senses, had lost track of time. Instead of ten minutes they've spent almost twenty cuddling and listening to everyone's stories. And because of her tardiness she was running late. But what was unusual for Morana was normal for Marinette.

"Well, at least nobody will be surprised. Everyone expects Marinette to be late. Never expected that being late will have good sides," she thought while running to school. Fortunately, the building wasn't too far from the bakery and her physique allowed her to run faster and longer.

Morana stopped running just mere meters before her class' doors. She had two choices: enter like a mess aka Marinette's usual way, or go in calmly and confidently. She would attract less attention if she chose the second option, but it can possibly attract more attention later. But it would work if she ran away immediately after dismantling Lila's empire. Yes, that was her best choice.

Morana took a deep breath and entered her class. Everything was just the way she had expected: everyone sitting around Lila and listening to her tales, Alix and Kim were arguing about something. What she hadn't expected were Rose and Juleka. They were sitting away from everyone else, talking in hushed voices. They were also looking at Lila and her court every few seconds, which was even more suspicious. Morana sighed, knowing that she hadn't predicted everything. Again. Great.

***

Everything was too calm. Lila continued entertaining class with her stories but never mentioned anyone famous. Juleka and Rose spent the whole day whispering about something, but they were talking too soft for Morana to hear anything. And, in the name of Rassilon, did that frustrate her

Judging by Bustier's calm demeanor, Morana's plan hasn't reached her yet. The same must have been true for Damocles, because the man was acting as usual. He was also too much of an awful actor to pretend everything is fine enough to fool Morana. No, she just had to be more patient. She had more than enough time for that.

The day turned out to be utterly boring considering Lila didn't try to start a drama, or force Adrien sit with her. Juleka and Rose weren't confronted despite acting suspicious the whole time. Nobody approached "Marinette". The worst part was trying to pretend that she didn't know everything better than teachers. Her eyes twitched every time Mendeleev said something proved wrong years ago. "Patience, humans still have to disprove that and you know it. You can't compare the Academy with even the best human university. Even ones in the 51st century weren't as good,". Being the smartest person in the whole school wasn't easy, as you can see.

"Marinette, we wanted to talk to you," Rose said timidly, Juleka holding her hand. Well, apparently she had been wrong about nobody approaching her. "Can we talk in private, please? I… We have something to tell you. It's very important."

Morana contemplated refusing them. They had believed Lila but something she really wanted why they had been acting so suspiciously the whole day.

"Yes, I don't mind," she said cautiously and immediately saw tension leave Rose's body. It was so easy to read her. "We can go to the bakery. I promise that my parents won't intrude."

Juleka and Rose started nodding frantically, obviously not wanting her to change her mind. It was proving to be very interesting.

Fortunately, the walk to the bakery was short because Rose looked like she would blow up from the need to spill all the information.

Morana led them to her room, stopping briefly to greet her parents. They were so busy they didn't even notice her. Hm, not surprising.

"Well, what did you want to tell me?" she asked when they were finally sitting in her room. Rose bit her lip and started fidgeting with her fingers. She looked at Juleka with a silent plea to start talking.

"We know that Lila is a liar," Juleka said so softly Morana wouldn't hear if not for her enhanced hearing. "Rose mentioned her while talking with Prince Ali and he explained that he had never met anyone named "Lila Rossi" or that his charity work is directed to children, not pollution. He also mentioned that Lila could be sued for using his family name in her own gain.

Rose then immediately ran to our class and told everyone just that. But that liar somehow managed to save herself by saying that she had mistaken Prince Ali for her another celebrity friend. Rose then got so angry she told everyone about a possible lawsuit and that shut up Lie-la pretty quickly. After that she stopped mentioning celebrities and started focusing on herself."

That explained everyone's behaviour pretty nicely. And she didn't even have to think for herself, everything was given on a silver plate. Just use the information however you want to.

"I am so sorry, Marinette! Forgive me for not believing you!" Rose exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes. Morana hugged her, pressing Rose's face into her chest, allowing her to cry and let out all of her emotions. She could be colder than ice sometimes, but she would never let a child cry. Especially one her human self considered a friend.

"It's okay, it's okay. I forgive you," she whispered into Rose's head, while drawing soothing circles on her back. "You know the truth and that's all I wanted."

That wasn't a lie per se but not completely a truth. Marinette only wanted her friends to believe her over Lila, but Morana wanted them all to pay for their foolishness. Fortunately, her maturity and those parts of her that still were Marinette won out and it was pretty easy to forgive Juleka and Rose.

"You are so nice, Marinette! I don't deserve your kindness!" Rose sobbed into her shoulder. "I was worried when you didn't come to school and wanted to visit you but Lila said that you wouldn't want to see me. And I listened to her! And I left you! Instead of me begging your forgiveness you are comforting me! I'm so so so sorry!"

Morana knew that Rose was a soft and nice person. She even expected her to be the first who apologized to her. She did not expect her to be so upset about it. She took a deep breath and took Rose's face in her hands. Tears were running down her red cheeks and she let out an ugly sob with every breath.

"It really is okay, Rose. I understand you and why you wouldn't believe me. I have not the best track record when it concerns Adrien," she said with a self-ironic smile, hoping it would make her feel better. And Rose did have a small smile. "I actually am happy that you have found the truth by yourself and went immediately to tell everyone. It shows how much you care about them."

"But… but you did the same!" Rose protested. "You knew that she was a liar and immediately decided to tell everyone! You knew how harmful her false promises were and acted to protect everyone! But they just thought you were jealous and it's so unfair!"

Morana smiled softly and wiped away remnants of Rose's tears. "You were very brave, Rose. You had seen them not believing me and still acted to protect them. Some part of you knew they wouldn't believe but you trusted them enough to ignore that voice. It's not your fault Lila knows how to change your words to fit her narrative."

"I'm also very sorry, Marinette. Luka likes you and I doubt he would if you actually stole necklaces and pushed people down the stairs," Juleka chuckled before realisation dawned on her. It looked like a lightbulb in her head was turned on. "If you actually pushed Lila down the stairs, she would be seriously injured. And she would require medical attention anyway."

Juleka continued listing Lila's most obvious lies but Morana didn't listen. She just grinned. Apparently, some of her classmates did have more than one brain cell. And it was the most fascinating thing seeing one of them use it properly. Was it why the Doctor spent so much time with humans? Was it the reason he took them to see the Universe? To see them grow and change? To make them see the world in a different light? If so, then Morana could finally understand why the Doctor had so many human companions. Maybe, after getting her Time Capsule back she would invite someone to go with her. It would be fun.

"... Marinette? Marinette? Are you listening?" Juleka's worried voice drew her out of her thoughts.

"I'm sorry. Could you repeat the last bit again?" she asked, trying to look as sheepish as possible. Juleka and Rose exchanged a look that could be translated to "Marinette being Marinette and getting lost in thoughts as usual". Morana tried her hardest to not be offended, considering they weren't wrong but she did huff causing both girls to start laughing. At least Rose wasn't crying anymore.

"I asked what we could do to expose Lila. We could ask Jagged Stone to come. Or Clara. Or call Prince Ali," Juleka said after she stopped laughing.

"I don't think it's a good idea," she started. "Media would twist everything to fit their narrative. Why would a famous rockstar or a pop singer or an actual prince come to disprove lies of a teenager? A lot of people lie about knowing celebrities but nobody pays attention to them. Media would ask "what's so special about that girl?" and I'm sure Lila would use it to her own benefit," she said with a small sigh. They were Marinette's thoughts, her trying to not call Jagged to solve the Lila problem.

"You are right," Juleka said after thinking for a minute. "But how do we expose her?"

"It's simple. We won't," Morana simply stated. Juleka and Rose shared a confused look before looking at her expecting an explanation. "New teachers will. I want Damocles and Bustier fired. I believe new teachers won't be so lenient in their responsibilities and would look into Lila's medical history. They would also contact Lila's mother every time skips school or doesn't hand in her assignments."

"That's smart," Juleka admitted. She then frowned. "We are putting a lot of faith on those possible new teachers. How can we know they won't be the same as Damocles and Bustier?"

Morana slowly blinked. She hadn't considered that before. Now, she had no choice but to ensure new teachers would be chosen correctly. More work for her. Great

"Don't worry about it. It will be my problem anyway," she said with a small shrug. The girls didn't look convinced but they didn't argue further and Morana appreciated it. They didn't stay longer, there was homework and band practice for them so they couldn't lose more time. Another thing Morana appreciated because she wasn't sure how to make them leave. She needed some time alone. There was a lot of planning to do.

#ml x doctor who #mlb #angst #mari and tikki bond #bustier salt #damocles salt #lila is smarter than in cannon #marinette dupain cheng #mlb tikki #mlb wayzz #mlb fluff #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 3 years

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We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 5)

[Donnie x fem reader]

sfw, chapt. 4 here

Just as Donnie had predicted, the night air was cold on his scales. Right upon leaving, Mikey brought up to Leo going in pairs this time, to cover more ground, he said. An extra thorough patrol. Donnie honestly couldn't make up his mind and so by then he was flying by the seat of his pants, not objecting to Mikey's plan, but also not agreeing. He doubted Leo would be convinced, anyway. They didn't do duo patrols that often.

"I was thinking we could split up this time, you know, me and Donnie, you and Raph?" suggested Mikey, closing the manhole behind himself.

"I thought you liked it when we're all together," Leo commented.

Donnie shot Mikey a look, trying to tell him to cool it, but he shrugged, "Come on, it'll be like some kind of training or...something," Mikey went behind Leo and shook his shoulders, "aren't you into that?"

Internally, Donnie facepalmed. Unless he actively tried to stop this, it was going to happen, wasn't it? One way or another, probably; it all depended on how Leo was feeling that night. Raph was indifferent. He didn't care whether they were all together or in pairs, just that he got to flex his combat skills some. If he could, he'd go out and do it on his own, even.

Leo looked around, considering Mikey's suggestion. "Okay," he agreed, eventually. "You and Donnie take East, Raph and I will cover the usual route and then—"

"No," Mikey interjected. Both Leo and Raph's brows furrowed as they stared at their brother. He motioned toward Donnie, "Me and Donnie can take that, you guys just go on ahead," he smiled. "You know I like checking out the skatepark!"

"No skating," Leo said.

"I'll just watch whoever's there, then." He pouted.

Raph snorted. "Yeah, make sure he actually pays attention, Donnie."

"As usual," Donnie sighed, and looked at Leo.

"Well, what do you think, Don?"

The decision is up to me?

Turns out it was his all along, but he wanted to feign innocence in saying that Mikey was the one to drag him through it. Easier to not take responsibility and let life happen at you rather than making a conscious effort, at times.

"I guess we can do that," Donnie answered reluctantly. He could have said no. Why didn't he? In the corner of his eye, he saw Mikey beam, giving him a discreet thumbs up.

"Alright, meet back here by four AM, and if either of you run into big trouble, call. We'll come," Leo said. "Same for us."

"Yeah, we'll holler for ya," added Raph dismissively. "And nah, a big dog doesn't count as trouble, Mikey." He sounded gruff, but in actuality, he was still chuckling to himself over that years later. After they got over being annoyed that he had called them from that far while they were on a supply run. Chased by a junkyard dog—some of their least favorite parts about visiting those places.

"Hey, it was mean! And way fast!" Mikey protested as they parted ways, them taking to the East and red and blue the opposite way.

As per course, Donnie and Mikey took their normal route, and his heart skipped a beat when they met the scene of their last run-in with criminals. Not because of them, no, but because of the familiar apartment building that was now more intimidating than he'd expected. They circled the area like they normally would have, but Mikey came to stop them on a roof just opposite of the complex, eyes searching each window. Obscured by the height of the building, he sat on the edge.

Donnie didn't know what to do with himself. He stood back a good ten feet, somehow paranoid of being spotted even though he knew it was not possible from their angle in the complex. Mikey was comfortable, and weirdly at peace as he sat there quietly on the edge, assumed to be waiting for his brother to make a move. But Donnie was stuck in place.

"What are you waiting for, D?"

The sudden question broke him from his stillness. It was true; he didn't know what he was waiting for.

"I—I don't know what you want me to do, what are you thinking?" Donnie asked in return, stepping back a little further as he noticed movement behind the curtains of a lit window.

"Get your phone out and talk to her," Mikey told him, waving his hand at the apartments. "What did we come out here for if you aren't gonna make it right, bro? Do some smooth talk, tell her you're sorry and you wanna get to know her better…"

"This is absolutely a ridiculous plan," Donnie said, though as if his hands had thought of their own, they reached for his phone, and a moment later he was looking at the messages. Still nothing. Radio silence on both of their ends. How would he approach it? "I'm sorry I went from hot to cold so fast. Please talk to me again." Too strong. "Sorry, can we get a redo?" Too casual. "I'd like to apologise for being a jerk." Okay, that's just not good. Reconciling was going to be as difficult as he'd thought it would be.

Mikey came over and looked at his phone screen and his brother floundering, thumbs stuttering across the keyboard, deleting the text, retyping it over and over again for perfection where he wasn't going to find any–

"I got this, let Love Doctor Mikey handle it," he said, taking the phone right from Donnie's hand.

"You've never been in a relationship, not even talked to anyone, how would you—"

Mikey shushed him. Donnie was going to snatch the phone away but he spun around, draping himself over his shoulder. "Just let me work my magic, dude!"

Donnie couldn't watch; he had to turn away. How sure he was that Mikey was going to say something uncalled for, something weird or bone-headed, and the wait was killing him. What if she didn't even respond? Was that better than doing damage control for Mikey's shenanigans? For someone usually decisive, he could not for the life of him make up his mind about what he wanted at that very instance.

The phone vibrated.

Mikey cheered. "Got her on the line, now you just gotta reel 'em in," he grinned, handing the phone back to Donnie.

"Hey :/

I thought you wanted to stop?"

Mikey kept trying to lean over to catch a glimpse of the screen, but Donnie felt that it was a personal moment, so without skipping a beat, he activated the electric current in his staff and poked it behind him into his brother's plastron.

"Fine," Mikey whined. He stepped in one last time, "But don't hold out on me here!"

Trying to find an graceful way to patch this all up, Donnie replied:

"I apologise for that, and I know you probably want an explanation, but it's hard to explain

Moment of weakness?

I guess...

Anyway. I'm not expecting you to suddenly be cool with it, if you don't want to talk to me I understand

Sorry."

Mikey noticed Donnie's dismal expression and he mellowed out accordingly, standing close but not putting a hand on him, nor saying anything. He didn't watch the phone, but Donnie's face and slumped shoulders. He'd thought it would have been going better by now.

"I won't lie, I'm still confused

But if you're going through something, I'm right here for you

Don't worry about it. Just don't give me a spook like that again, I thought it was me

lol

Okay it's not funny but this is a little awkward"

Donnie's heart sank reading that. He'd made her feel bad, even question herself over his problem. Never had he wanted to make her think it was her that drove him off.

"No, no, it was never you

Again, I can't really explain…

Is it okay if we just try this again?

I understand if not."

"Jeez Bo, I already said it's alright

I WANT to keep talking to you, you're cool

So let's forget about it, yeah?

Friends again :) "

And like that, his heart took a leap. A smile slowly spread across his face, and without looking away from the screen, grabbed Mikey by the shell, pulling him toward. "Look at this!" he exclaimed.

"You see it too?" he quirked, pointing at the apartment complex across the road.

Donnie paused and looked over his shoulder at him, "What?"

On one of the balconies sat a lone girl, on her phone, and if Mikey looked hard enough, he could see a smile. Definitely a smile.

"Ah!" yelped Donnie quietly. He scurried back against the wall of the attached building behind him, as far as he could.

"Dude! Come on, this is perfect!" Mikey nudged him, and when he didn't hop up onto his feet, dragged his brother near the edge of the roof. Donnie was boneless but unwilling, his mind stuck on the fact that she thought he was cool. Him, cool. Was he? She didn't know even the half of it. She didn't know he was a martial artist, technically a genius, and that he'd gone against some of the worst the city had to offer. And without that, she still thought he was cool, as an average guy.

As average as what my circumstances will allow me to be.

Feet dragging all the way, Donnie's stomach did a flip as they met the ledge, peering carefully over it in a crouch. They were prone, watching the girl who was completely unaware of their presence. He was, simply put, enraptured, for a second there, studying her features as much as he could from where they were. The details of her face were not distinct due to the distance, but he could tell she was both nothing like he'd imagined and so much more. For once, he didn't immediately question the validity of the situation; there was no "it could be a coincidence", or "it's too unlikely that she would be out just as they were". Not right away. But it hit him when Mikey spoke.

"You're so lucky, D," he said wistfully. "Really." Head rested on his forearm, his gaze fell on not one thing, but the whole scene, a somber smile gracing him. He was excited, happy for his brother. But deep down, Donnie knew that though Mikey wasn't envious of him in a resentful way, it had to have stung to witness such a thing unfold for someone not himself. Their youngest had always craved connection the most. He looked away from the girl, "I wasn't gonna let you throw away an awesome chance, was I?"

Releasing a heavy breath, Donnie crawled away from the edge, but his eyes remained on that balcony. It was weird to watch someone who didn't know they were being watched. Not in that context.

"I...guess I may be," Donnie responded. But it would only get more complicated from there. His phone vibrated, breaking his trance, and the message he found read:

"Anyways, with that out of the way, what are you doing?"

Just watching you from a roof, nothing much, Donnie thought.

"Currently out enjoying the night"

"Isn't it kinda cold?"

"What about you?"

He knew what he meant, because he was there watching her as a chilled breeze rolled through, but she told him she wasn't doing anything. Only relaxing and talking to him.

It took him a few minutes to get his bearings. To know that he now had tangible evidence that she was a girl, an ordinary person, and that said person really thought he was cool. Worth the effort. He felt exceedingly difficult for not being able to give her a rightful explanation, but comforted by the fact that he wasn't being demanded of one. He felt light. Almost weightless, with Mikey next to him instead of his other cynical, skeptical brothers. For a moment, he had nothing to worry about.

From across the roof, he could still see the yawn escape her mouth. Probably an indicator that it was time to wrap things up. He didn't want her to stay up too late; it was already odd that she was up at such an hour, almost two AM, but glad nonetheless.

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah

I think I'm gonna hit the hay

So goodnight, Bo

Talk to you later (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞"

She got up, leaning on the railing which faced them.

"I want to stay up with you but—"

Donnie sucked in a sharp breath as she looked up, just barely able to see from underneath the balcony above her. He snagged the strap on Mikey's shell and yanked him back with him away from the edge of the roof, taking cover behind the wall.

"Shit," hissed Donnie, "do you think she saw us?"

These shells, they make us look so big!

"Relax, bro, even if she did, it was only a little bit. Besides, we could be anyone from this far, they don't have pigeon vision."

"You mean 'eagle vision'?"

"They're both birds!"

Donnie deadpanned and peeked over the wall. She'd gone in. Three minutes later, he hadn't gotten any texts yet about something weird on the rooftops, so he could finally relax, groaning lightly. "Too close," he breathed out, "Mikey, we need to go, Leo's going to notice we're not back in time if we don't hurry up and get the rest of this route done."

"Already on it," he whooped, vaulting onto the next roof.

As Donnie was scaling the wall of the attached building, he felt his phone vibrate, and curious, he checked it one last time before getting on his way.

"One question before I go

You ever see stuff you can't explain but even if you did you'd sound crazy?"

Oh, no.

"No, I don't."

Chapter 6

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ciggylungz · 4 years

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bed thief

Butterflies and bandaids: chapt-5

Bed thief-

••

"Harry?" Y/n called out his name as she walked up the steps of his home, his mum bidding her a goodbye as she left for work as she came in the house.

She heard nothing in response, reaching the top of the steps and making her way to his cramped little room. A room she loves just as much as he loves hers.

There she spied the boy, still asleep with his hair fanned around his head messily, lips slightly parted with even breaths coming between them gently.

The girl couldn't help but smile fondly at the sight. He always looked so beautiful, even when sleeping. Unlike her who looks like a wreck even after a 15 minute power nap. Harry just had a way to always look beautiful.

She made her way quietly into his room, gently nudging him to wake him enough for him to know she's there getting a muffled 'hmph' in return.

"It's me h, didn't wanna scare ya'"

She heard a faint grunt of acknowledgment while he was still in dreamland, smiling to herself and slipping her shoes off crawling under his covers with him.

Even while asleep he still wrapped an arm around her instinctively, getting a content sigh from her as she drifted off with him, nuzzling her face into his warm bare chest.

••

When Y/n cracked her eyes open for the second time that day she was greeted with the afternoon light shining through the window, and her best friend scrolling through his Instagram while still holding her to his side.

"Mornin' sweetheart" he mumbled, his voice still deep and grainy from sleep but she still loved it.

"What time is it?" She shifted a bit and rubbed her eyes, licking over her lips and yawning.

"1:30, when did you get here?"

"8 this morning, Anne left for work when I got here. Found you and decided to join you in dreamland." She pushed her baby hairs behind her ears and he hummed.

"Just woke up myself, funny enough wasn't even surprised when I realized you were in here. So used to waking up with an intruder in my sheets." He smiled at her and she giggled quietly

"I like your bed, plus can always fall asleep easy here, no babies screaming to wake me up."

She let out a content sigh and she tossed herself back onto his mattress breathing in his sheets, they smelled like him. It was her favorite smell.

He chuckled to himself watching her, everything she did was adorable to him. He could watch her make toast and find it precious.

"Almost convinced you're only friends with me for my bed"

"That's one of the many reasons. C'mere give me a cuddle H, I'm a bit sad today."

His ears perked up hearing the last part, already on board just for the snuggle time but the last part had him leaping into action. Big arms circling around her tiny frame, tugging her back into his chest resting his chin on her shoulder.

"What seems to be the matter love?"

His fingers gently rubbed her wrist as he breathed in her rose scented hair, not minding the tickle of those unruly curls on his face.

"I guess it's a bit silly, but...I feel...lonely. Eli ghosted me after we hung out...realized after I spent a while doing stuff with him that...I didn't really like him...wished he was someone else the entire time, and I know that I can never really have that person so I'm just feeling really sad...and feel lonely deep down."

The poor girl unloaded a lot in her answer, Harry took a minute to digest everything she just said, giving her a hum to let her know he's listening and thinking.

When he finally gathered his thoughts he cleared his throat and held her a little tighter.

"Well, i don't think it's silly. I think those feelings are valid love. I'm sorry that you're feeling that way...what happened between you and Eli?"

He made sure to speak softly so he doesn't make her nervous. He knows she has trouble opening up, so he's learned the best way to get her to vent.

Y/N let out a little sigh, shifting a bit in his hold before answering.

"I went to his house to hangout and we ended up kissing, fooling around a little. Nothing past like over the clothes grinding or whatever, but I felt really distracted the whole time. Could only think about one person I wished it was them the entire time and it made me feel so guilty and sad. I eventually just pushed off him and told him I wasn't feeling it, he of course was all 'cmon, I'm hard don't leave me hanging' 'I'll get you into it promise' but I just left. He hasn't texted me since and I feel really bad."

Harry nodded against her, giving her a reassuring squeeze before kissing her temple.

"Well I'm proud of you for not giving in to him, and I'm happy you came to me. Love you lots, like when you come to me. Makes me feel better. Who were you thinking about love?"

He felt her go a bit stiff in his hold, feeling her muscles tense up and her rib cage rattle with a shaky breath.

"Doesn't matter, no point in saying it. It's never gonna happen...it would hurt worse if I talked about him. I'd lose a lot."

The young girls mind was racing, anxiety taking over her. She knew she couldn't tell him that the boy was him. She knew if she did, she'd lose him. He's told her over and over how she's still a little girl to him, how she's his best friend. He wouldn't want her, if she told him he'd probably stop talking to her just like Eli. She couldn't handle losing her Harry. She was willing to keep her feelings stuffed down for the sake of getting to keep Harry in her life any way she can.

Even when it hurts to be in the place she's in.

The boy raised an eyebrow and grunted in response, taking a moment to think. His brain was filled with the same thoughts. Harry wasn't dumb, he was putting 2 and 2 together, but at the same time he has the same hesitation. He still believes partly that he doesn't have a shot with her, she'd never see him that way.

But right now, a little stroke of intuition made him believe that she really was talking about him. And honestly he didn't know how to approach the situation, from both the view point of it's not him, and it is him.

They both were just as confused as each other. Two kids with feelings they don't truly understand. Emotions run high at their age, hormones rage even harder. Both of them were in the same little cloud of confusion.

The boy finally decided to turn his best friend over onto her back, leaning on his elbow so he's on his side and able to look down at her.

"Do I know this person?"

He decided he'd gently pry to get more information, knowing he would be able to eventually get to the bottom of it.

He kept his eyes on hers as she nodded silently, giving her a hum in response.

"How old are they?"

He took notice as she blinked a little faster, her lashes almost making an audible fluttering in the silence of his bedroom.

"...16" her nervous voice was quiet, hand coming up to her mouth to nervously chew on her fingers. A bad habit she's had since she was little.

He gently took her fist in his, coaxing her fingers away from her teeth and tucking them in and holding her hand in both of his.

"Are you close to this person?"

"Very...they mean the world to me...it's why I'm so afraid"

He could see her eyes go glossy as she answered each question. Nervous, scared, and he realized she probably started to see he was putting the pieces together.

"Is this person...me?"

He decided to just bite the bullet. Just ask, get the truth. And her big eyes instantly filling with tears and lip quivering, gave him his answer.

He watched the tears start to spill over the sides of her face, wetting her hair and ears on their way to soak the pillow, a sniffle breaking the silence before she shakily spoke

"I'm sorry...p-please don't le-leave me...please I'm s-so sorry Harry p-please...I n-need you please d-don't leave me!"

A pout grew on his face as he watched her start to panic, begging him to stick with her as if she wasn't his best friend over everything. The poor girl was petrified and he was just as nervous. He liked her, he loved the girl and his mind was still trying to process that she liked him back. Trying to figure out what to do.

But Y/N took his sudden silence and blank stare as rejection, her stomach instantly twisting and throat constricting. She was trying to prepare herself to leave the house, and never get to come back but her mind couldn't fathom the idea.

"I-I'm Sorry...I-I'll leave ill g-go I'm s-Sorry"

She squirmed under him, taking her hand from his and sitting up, her sobs shaking the bed frame as he scrambled to speak while finding himself completely tongue tied.

She stood up on shaky legs, sobs violently shaking her body as she grabbed her shoes too distraught to even put them on, turning to him and giving him a heart broken forced smile preparing herself to say goodbye to him, and as soon as he saw her lips start to form the 'g' he seemed to snap out of his haze.

He instantly jumped into action, wrapping his hand around her wrist keeping her in place while he gets on his knees on his mattress. He planted both hands on her wet cheeks and pulled her forward giving her a gentle kiss, her lips all red and swollen from her nervously biting them while crying, they were extra warm from the irritation but he didn't care.

He tugged her back onto the bed while keeping an iron grip on her, kissing all over her face and shushing her

"Not going anywhere love, like you too. So so so much. I love you, could never leave. I'm right here darling, deep breaths cmon. I like you too honey, swear by it. Don't need to cry, it's okay. Everything's okay."

Y/n was shocked and overwhelmed to put it simply, her mind racing just as fast as her heart. Little hands clutching onto him with a death grip, trying to stop her hiccuping sobs while he did his best to soothe her.

Sweet whispers and coaxing in her ears coupled with the tight hold he had on her slowly, but surely got her to calm down enough to where he wasn't worried about her passing out like she has in the past when she works herself up enough.

He wiped under her eyes, kissing her cheeks and brow bone as he grabs a tissue from the box on his nightstand to wipe her nose and cheeks, gently pecking her lips every so often.

He sat her up and held the tissue on her nose prompting her to blow, which she did. He folded the tissue and wiped her red rimmed nose tossing it in the trash before getting another making sure she clears out her sore nostrils. He wanted to make sure she could get enough air, and lose the uncomfortable congested feeling in her face.

Y/N felt safe. She felt cared for, his gentle hands cleaning her up, talking softly to her while he takes care of his girl.

Harry felt a sense of comfort wash over him when she started to calm down, leaning into his touch while taking more even breaths starting to come back down from her anxiety attack.

She leaned herself into him, face in his neck as her teeth started to chatter. The adrenaline rushing through her giving her the jitters after she gets so worked up, being soothed by his steady stroking of her back and soft speaking in her ear.

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. You're safe, you're okay. Never gonna let anything bad happen to you sweetheart."

••

After an hour of jitters and death grips on each other, Y/n was able to take her first truly steady breath looking at her best friend, resting her forehead on his.

"Did you mean it Harry? You like me too?"

Her gentle tone is just as angelic as it was when she was 4, it melted his heart.

"Name a single time I've lied to you love. Course I mean it, would never lie about something like this. Wouldn't lie to you period."

His hands gently ran up and down the expanse of her back, her muscles relaxing under his touch. Her body finally losing its tension, melting into his as she gently kissed the boy.

The loneliness suddenly a distant memory as she felt him kiss her back.

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storysofmyown · 4 years

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Obey me! Scarred, Chapt. 2

Plot: It’s time for the next step in Diavolo’s plan to unify the realms. But, in order to work, the demons would be subjected to confront their worst fears, and in some cases, who they are.

Trigger warning: Brief mention of PTSD

Word count: 1617

Note: This is the second part of my previous post, you can find the link to that part at the end of this post.

“We just rewatched the entire series of TSL.” Mc stated, their eyes stuck to the screen as the credits rolled. “And Levi wasn’t even here. It was his idea.”Solomon groaned and let himself sink further down on the sofa. “It ain't his fault they had to go to a last-minute meeting.” Mc explained, while looked at the DVD collection Levi had landed them. They didn’t know when the brothers were going to show up, so they were planning to just put another movie. “Do you think The Devildom has something like Netflix? Devflix or something like that?”When Solomon did not respond Mc turned around. “I just got a text from Simeon. Asking me to get back to Purgatory Hall, now. Seems important.”He explained, getting up from the where he had been sitting and picking up his stuff.“I should get going, just to see what this is all about. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow at RAD, as for Deviflix, it isn’t a bad idea. They should connect it with Netflix, that way we can catch up on Queer Eye.” Mc laughed at the mere idea of it. Once they reached the front door and said goodbye to each other the door snapped open. To reveal seven demons who were not in a good mood. “Solomon.” Lucifer acknowledged the man’s presence before giving Mc a look that screamed ‘we need to talk.’ Mc’s life flashed before their very eyes, before closing the door. Not before Solomon said they will be missed after their dead. The seven demons settled on Lucifer’s study. None of them had said a word ever since they entered. Not even Beel, who at this point must be starving from staying late at RAD. Lucifer was sitting at his desk with his hands over his face, Mammon was standing by some books, and surprisingly, was not trying to steal any of them. Satan was sitting oddly close to Lucifer; the other brothers were scattered around the room. It was a weird feeling, normally the brothers were always screaming and fighting between themselves. But now, the silence was deafening. “Is…everything okay? Did something happen at RAD?” Mc asked, feeling overwhelmed at the reactions of the demons they had grown so fond of. “Ah, we didn’t tell you.” Lucifer sighed and motioned for Mc to sit down. “Okay, it is not. It is…far from okay.”Levi’s voice was low and tense. It suddenly clicked. They were afraid. Something happened at RAD. Never in their life had Mc seen the brothers scared. They were usually so high and mighty that at times the only thing that seemed to hurt them was their own stupidity. To say the least, Mc was worried for them. They have been living together for a while, so Mc knew those dumbasses and the fact that they were so scarred to the point where Asmodeous was not flirting…well, that worried them. “You are aware of how Lord Diavolo is trying to unify the three realms?” Mc nodded. “Well, Diavolo thought that before we can make any serious connection with the Human World should amend the relationship between the Celestial Realm and the Devildom.” Lucifer sighed, he seemed annoyed but also tired. “Today-”, before he could continue one of the brothers chimed in. “Basically, we were on a meeting with some Archangels that we used to know and God. They will be staying in The Devildom for a few days until we can make sure everything between the two realms is going easy peasy.” Mammon blurted out, in an angry tone that seemed to become venom the moment it escaped his lips. God. The same God who stripped every single one of them from their Holy Grace and made them fall. God, who drove them to the brink of causing a war due to his dictatorship attitude. The same God whose fault was Lilith had died. The one that had caused the twins to feel at fault, the very same God, who without knowing it, had indirectly caused Satan to have an identity crisis. No wonder the demons were scared. Of course they would, Mc knew Lucifer and Beel had high PTSD from that war. It must not be easy having to face the very being that hurt you so much, and act like nothing had happen for the sake of their boss. “Mammon, you can’t just say stuff like that to a human!” Levi glared at his brother. Belphegor nodded at his side. “Yeah, who knows how they might take the news. I mean, eventually they might meet God here. That must be quite a shock for a human.” Belphegor let his head fall onto levi’s shoulder as he finished talking. “To be fair, Mc and Solomon should have already made peace with the fact that God exists. Especially after meeting someone like me. A glance to this face and you definitely can tell heaven exist.” Asmo joked in an attempt to lighten the mood of the room. But a certain someone was shocked with the news. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! What do you guys mean God will be staying at the Devildom for a few days? How much is a few days?” “He will be staying around 12 to 13 days.” Satan spoke in a low tone, unlikely of him given that he constantly was trying to get a rise out of Lucifer. “How are you guys going to manage that?” Mc was exasperated, they knew how hurt the brothers were because of what happen. Even if it was millenniums ago, they were still hurt about what had happened. “There is no need to worry. We just plan on staying out of His and Lord Diavolos way. Diavolo will be stealing most of His time, so we only need to worry about not running into Him while we are going about our day.” Lucifer sighed; his eyes lost. “What will happen when you do run into him? You can’t just trust that luck will be on your side those days. One of you will eventually run into Him. What happens then?” The demons glanced between one another. While that was an obvious statement, none of them had entertained the thought. What if they accidentally meet one on one with God? When they were all in one room it made it less dangerous, it didn’t matter how much they fought or acted like children, they had each other’s back. But when they were alone…that was another story. Lucifer felt like he could handle that, but what about the others? What if Beel and their father talked, how would he feel having to face the man that was directly responsible for Lilith’s death? He already blamed himself about it, what if their father brought it up? “If anything and I mean anything happens with Him, I want you guys to call me. I don’t care if it was that he waved at you from another room or the fact that you were in the same room for more than five seconds. I want to know about every single interaction that any of us have with him. I want to know if he even dares to breath in your general direction. Because the moment he opposes a treat to any member of this family, I don’t care how much we owe Diavolo, this will be over.”And with that Lucifer dismissed everyone, asking to be left alone. After a few meaningless hours where Lucifer could not get any work done, he went straight to his room, where he found a certain brother of his, surprisingly, not stealing anything. “Mammon? What are you doing in my room?” Lucifer closed the door behind him before looking at his younger brother. Mammon was not looking at Lucifer yet, and in fact, was avoiding the gaze of the older brother. “I came here to talk with ya.” The thing was, as much as Beel blamed himself for Lilith’s dead, Mammon felt guilty at not having been there to protect his little sister. Why did all that responsibility had to fall on Beel? Perhaps if he had been stronger and faster, he could have defended himself in time to go help the his brothers and Lilith, maybe that way she would still alive. Lucifer motioned for mammon to sit down, while he did as well on the chair that was closest to him. “You were…well, you know…close or whatever with Father, before the fall, that is.” Lucifer nodded.“ Mammon took a deep breath. “Ya know He would never just, accept coming down here. Specially since this is meant to reestablish peace between the realms. Even Levi mentioned it when we were walking back. He hates demons. Why do ya think he’s actually here?” Lucifer thought for a moment. He thought back to his time in the Celestial realm and his father. Mammon was right. God would never just accept to come to a meeting here, specially not if he had to stay 12 whole days, God must be planning something. “That doesn’t matter.” He decided. “If He is planning something, he is still here. We can use that to get the Celestial Realm to cooperate for Diavolos plan. Besides, whatever it is he is planning, it won’t matter, because he won’t succeed. Not again.” There were perhaps a thousand words were left unsaid, but there was no need for them. All they needed was the promise that they will be staying at each other’s side, and with that, Mammon left Lucifer’s room, not before giving his brother a reassuring smile. The 7 of them would be okay. Or at least, Lucifer hoped that was the case.

Hello loves! Thank y’all so much for the response at this lil fic :3!

I feel like this chapter is the weakest one, but no need to worry, the next one will bring the good stuff. And by that i mean angst. I’ll possibly be posting the next part Monday. So, yeah, hope y’all enjoy it and thanks so much for reading!

Chapter one

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

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winryofresembool · 4 years

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Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 6

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: Calypso gets a makeover.

Characters in this ch: Calypso, Annabeth, Piper, Leo

Words: 3233 (a long one :O)

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

previous chapter / next chapter / AO3

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“So, Greek is your native language? That’s so cool!” Annabeth exclaimed as she and Calypso were on their way to a nearby mall to purchase new things for the new semester. “I’ve been trying to learn Ancient Greek just for fun but it’s harder than you’d think, I’m not very good yet.”

“Yeah,” Calypso nodded understandingly. “I’ve been living here since I was about 10 so I’d like to think that my English is fine now – apart from the accent – but it took me half a year to actually start speaking English in the class when I started school here… And I was homeschooled during my high school years so it was hard to maintain the language skills. It’s nice to be able to communicate with other students face to face now,” Calypso said with a sad undertone that Annabeth didn’t miss.

“You were homeschooled?” she asked with surprise. “Any special reason for that?”

Calypso didn’t know what to answer to that. The truth was very hurtful and she hadn’t ever told anyone about it, much less someone she had known less than a week. That’s why she tried to smooth it out as much as she could when she answered: “Um… My father seemed to think it was a safer option than going to a public school.” She shrugged. Annabeth didn’t ask more questions, probably thinking that her answer seemed acceptable.

“Makes sense. I’ve done a lot of studying at home too, mostly because I have ADHD and dyslexia so learning isn’t as easy to me as it is to some.” That information surprised Calypso.

“But… Sorry for the assumption but to me you seem like the type who always wants to be on the top of her class.”

“You guessed right.” Annabeth smiled. “But it hasn’t been an easy road. I have had to try a lot of learning methods before I finally found some that worked for me and made it easier for me to focus. Luckily these days there are a lot of audiobooks and other options for dyslexic learners so… it’s not so bad.”

“Right,” Calypso said. The conversation ended because they had finally arrived at their destination. Calypso had brought very little with her into her new home - just the most essential clothes and other everyday items - so there was plenty she needed. However, she also needed to figure out where to get more money once she was done with the shopping. She had some savings on her bank account thanks to helping her dad with his business (mainly stuff like paying bills and writing emails on his behalf) and because a dead relative had left her some money in her will, but those would only last for a couple of months. She had considered her options and one of them was opening an online shop where she’d sell things she’d herself made, from clothes (she was pretty handy with both knitting and sewing) to decorative objects such as jewellery and ceramic pots. The issue with the latter option was that she had no place to make them; the room she currently had was too small and Leo probably wouldn’t be thrilled if she turned their common area into a workshop.

“So,” she turned to Annabeth as they were checking a display at a bookstore. “This might be a bit of a random question, but do you have to work to pay for your studies?”

“Oh, yeah, I do!” Annabeth answered. “My dad would have helped but we’ve never been that close and I don’t feel it’s fair so I give children art classes and sometimes tutor them in various subjects. It also helps that I live together with my boyfriend so we can split our bills…”

“You said earlier that he’s a swimmer, right?” Calypso remembered from their earlier conversation. “I used to know one who I think is pretty good these days. But I haven’t kept in touch with him for a couple of years.”

“Oh? What’s his name?” Annabeth inquired. “I might know him?”

Calypso was about to answer when she suddenly spotted a couple of people she knew in the crowd outside the bookstore. She inhaled sharply and pulled Annabeth farther from that direction, hiding behind her.

“No, no… that can’t be… how would they know…” she muttered to herself.

“What’s wrong?” Annabeth asked, trying to see what had caused Calypso’s reaction.

“I… just saw some people I don’t want to find me. It’s a long story. But we should go.” Calypso said as quietly as she could, nodding towards the entrance of the mall.

“But we just came here…”

“I’m sorry!” Calypso bit her lip. “I really don’t want him to see me. We can go to some other place.”

“Fine,” Annabeth agreed, still glancing to the direction where the mysterious person had been. “There’s another shopping center nearby.”

Once they were safely outside, she asked: “What was that about?”

“I wish I could tell you but I don’t want you to get involved in this mess…” Calypso said, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. “But this is bad, they might have a clue I’m here… I don’t know what they’d do if…”

“You don’t make any sense now,” Annabeth noted bluntly. “But OK, someone is looking for you and you don’t want them to find you. I know we haven’t known each other long, but you can trust me. I’ll help you out if you need it.”

“Thanks,” Calypso said gratefully. “Right now, the farther I am from those people, the better.”

“What are we waiting for, then?” the blonde girl tugged on her sleeve and started running like a little child. “Let’s go!” she said, smiling as she ran farther from Calypso, and she couldn’t help but follow her.

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In another shopping center Calypso spotted a hair salon, which gave her an idea. She figured that if she looked different than before escaping her childhood home, the men who worked for her father would have a harder time recognizing her. That meant a new haircut, new clothes, and possibly different kinds of make-up too. She didn’t usually use a lot of products on her face – mascara and lipgloss were her go-to make-up items – but maybe Annabeth would be able to help her with that.

“I… should probably use my money on more important things, but do you happen to know anyone who’d be willing to give me a haircut? And maybe even help with dyeing it?” Calypso asked while looking at the ads on the wall of the hair salon.

“You want to cut it?” Annabeth eyed her long, caramel colored hair that had been braided. “I thought it looks so pretty now.”

Calypso mumbled something about wanting to start kind of from a clean slate in a new place, not wanting to go too deep into her reasons.

“I understand.” The other girl nodded. “As for your question, yes, I happen to know just the person! My friend Piper McLean is quite experienced in that field because one of her sisters is a hairdresser and she taught Piper to cut her hair. She’s helped me sometimes too!”

“Piper?” The name reminded Calypso of something. Then she realized that she had heard Leo mention a girl named Piper the other day. “That is not a very common name here, is it? I mean, I think my flatmate knows someone called Piper too…”

“Now that you mention it, I think it might indeed be the same Piper,” Annabeth realized. “She does talk about Leo sometimes; apparently they are good friends. Somehow I’ve yet to meet him, though.” Calypso from a couple of days ago might have said that Annabeth really hasn’t missed much, but something had changed after the conversation with him the other day. She no longer felt annoyed simply by the mention of his name, and even though she didn’t really want to admit it, there was a part of her that wanted to know more about him. Something bad, apparently related to fire, had happened in his past that he kept inside him, and when Calypso thought about it, she couldn’t help but feel for him… She too had lost a lot. But then she shook her head because now was not the time to get stuck in her past.

“Maybe you will meet him if you come to our flat at some point; he’s home working a lot,” she answered instead.

“Maybe!” Annabeth said enthusiastically. “I’d like to know what all the fuss is about because somehow I seem to have a lot of connections towards him. First my boyfriend, then Piper, and now you too.”

“Small world, huh?” Calypso smiled. Annabeth agreed and after they paid for their purchases she proceeded to call Piper to ask if she’d be willing to help a friend out. Piper had nothing against that. They decided to meet up at Leo and Calypso’s flat in a few hours because it was closer to their current whereabouts than Annabeth and Piper’s homes.

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About two hours later, Calypso’s wallet was notably lighter, but she had gotten herself a new, pink everyday dress, a jacket, shoes that matched the dress, a light blue shirt, some make-up products (for which she had had to ask the shop assistant’s help) and henna hair dye. She had debated on her color options for a good while, but ended up on the orange-ish because it wasn’t too far from her own hair color (she didn’t want too radical changes when she was dying her hair for the first time) and she also liked using natural, organic products when possible.

“Thanks for coming with me!” Calypso told Annabeth happily when they were finally back at her flat. “You were a big help.”

“No big deal,” Annabeth said back. “I’m always happy to help a friend. Not that you needed it a lot.”

“I meant more than just shopping wise,” Calypso said, looking down at her feet. “I don’t know how I would have reacted if I had been alone when…”

Annabeth understood she was referring to the strangers who had frightened her.

“You still don’t want to talk about that?” she asked carefully.

“I’d rather not,” Calypso shook her head. “It’s… a part of my life that I’m trying to leave behind me.”

Annabeth narrowed her eyes. “Can I ask you one question, though? You know those guys and they know you? And they’re searching for you?”

“I… I don’t know what they were really doing here. It could have been a total coincidence. I mean, only you knew we were going to be at that mall so it feels impossible that they would have known…” Calypso rubbed her forehead tiredly.

“You’re not trying to run away from the police or anything? Sorry, I just had to ask.”

“No, no!” Calypso lifted her hands in front of her defensively. “They are from my dad’s company… it’s complicated.”

That was Annabeth’s cue to stop asking more questions. She figured that Calypso would tell her with time if she let it be. The atmosphere started getting a bit awkward so both of the girls were relieved when Annabeth’s phone rang and Piper announced she was waiting at the front door. Calypso let her in.

“So you’re the famous Calypso!” she exclaimed the moment she saw her.

“Famous?” Calypso asked, her eyebrows raising.

“I just meant that Leo has talked quite a lot about you,” she grinned cheekily. Calypso couldn’t help but notice that the girl was very pretty, with mysterious multicolored eyes and brown hair that suited her even though it was cut unevenly. She secretly hoped that she had made it look like that on purpose and it didn’t show her real hair cutting skills.

“He has?” Calypso asked. “I bet he’s said nothing good about me…”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Piper replied, “he may seem a bit rude on the surface but I promise that he’s actually much nicer than what he looks like. Just awkward around new people. So, no, he hasn’t said anything that would make me hate you.”

“That’s a relief, especially since you’re supposed to use the scissors near me soon,” Calypso attempted to joke and to her relief Piper laughed at it.

“Anyways, as I’m sure you already know, I’m Piper.” She shook Calypso’s hand. “I hope you don’t mind me coming into your flat even though we are just meeting right now.”

“Oh, no problem!” Calypso reassured her. “I trust Annabeth’s judgement on friends.”

“Not Leo’s, though?” The corner of Piper’s mouth raised with amusement.

“Uh…” Calypso rubbed her neck. “We’ve had a slightly weird start but I think we have made a bit of progress in the past few days, though.”

“So he has talked to you like he promised?” Piper asked.

“Well, however you take it. The fire alarm started acting up yesterday and he fixed it. And I did learn some new things about him meanwhile,” Calypso confessed.

“Such as?”

“Either he’s really afraid of the voice of the fire alarm… or then the thing that causes it,” Calypso said vaguely, trying to see from Piper’s reaction if she knew something she didn’t.

“His home burned when he was a child,” Piper revealed. “He was only 8. It was pretty traumatizing for him so you’d probably do well if you didn’t ask about it. He’ll tell you more when he’s ready.”

Calypso could relate to that feeling because she had literally only moments before told Annabeth that she wasn’t ready to talk about her background.

“He mentioned something about a fire the other day but he was pretty vague about it… But anyway, that explains why he wasn’t thrilled when I was going to use the matches…” Calypso noted and the other two hummed in agreement. To lighten the mood, Piper decided to change the subject:

“Anyway, I believe I came here for a makeover, so maybe we should get started!” she said happily, gesturing towards the items she brought.

…

A couple of hours later, Piper had performed her magic and Calypso looked almost like a different person. Her hair, which used to reach her bottom, was now shoulder length and orange-ish instead of caramel blonde. Piper would have agreed to cut a fringe as well, but Calypso refused. The brunette was also a rather skilled make-up artist (she didn’t wear a lot of make-up herself, but her mother was extremely enthusiastic about all things beauty related and had taught her from a young age. Piper claimed she’d be proud if she saw her now) and she taught Calypso some simple tricks to do her everyday make-up. Turned out she didn’t need much: her skin was naturally smooth and her eyelashes long and dark. To complete the look, Calypso put on her new dress, and the other two girls cheered when she showed them it.

“I’d say mission successful!” Piper exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Even my mom would approve.”

“You think so?” Calypso asked shyly, still trying to get used to her new look.

“Definitely,” Annabeth agreed as well.

“Can I offer you something as a thanks?” Calypso suggested. “Coffee? Tea? Juice? I think I have some pie left from the other day as well unless Leo has stolen it…”

“Tea sounds good,” Piper nodded approvingly and the girls moved into the common area.

“Leo doesn’t seem to be home?” she asked Calypso when she started boiling the tea water. “And here I thought he’s always here building something.”

“I think he mentioned something about a sparring session…” Calypso shrugged. “I didn’t ask more about that.”

“Oh yeah, sometimes he and Jason and a couple of other friends do that but I know Jason wasn’t going to go anywhere today, he has a deadline for an assignment…”

The girls were still wondering the mystery of Leo’s whereabouts when keys started clinging by the front door and soon it opened. A smile spread on Leo’s face when he recognized Piper who sat on the kitchen counter.

“Speaking of the devil, there he is,” the brunette stated before Leo had time to say anything, making the boy confused.

“Pipes, what are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“I was with Calypso and Annabeth, duh,” she answered, gesturing at the two girls that Leo hadn’t noticed until that moment.

“I didn’t know you knew Calypso,” Leo stated before turning his attention properly to the two other girls. First he nodded at Annabeth who was sitting by the dining table and started introducing himself: “Hi, I’m Le...wow”

“What?” Annabeth snorted but didn’t get a reply because Leo had finally noticed that his flatmate looked very different from before. In a good way.

Calypso was frozen in her spot with a teapot in her hand, blushing when she felt Leo’s stare at her. But Leo didn’t notice that. He noticed how the make-up brought out her almond shaped eyes (Leo wondered how he had never noticed before that they were so dark brown that they almost looked black), how the dress she was wearing reminded him of one his mom had worn often during the holidays, and how the short hair curled cutely from the ends, tickling her jaw a bit. If he was honest with himself (which he tried hard not to be), he had previously thought she couldn’t possibly be prettier than she already was, but clearly he had been proven wrong. He had to bite his lip to not curse out loud (because he would NOT have a crush on his flatmate).

“Well? What do you think?” Piper asked when the silence that had fallen into the room was about to get awkward. “We had a small makeover here.”

“I… uh… she looks… good?” Leo stammered, feeling the heat rise all the way to his ears. In reality, he had to gather all his willpower to stop himself from using all the extravagant words he often used to describe his work (usually as a joke). Because he did like what he saw, he couldn’t deny that no matter what.

“Good? Calypso, his ears say otherwise. I’ve never seen them that red.” Piper teased.

“Shut it, Beauty Queen. “ Leo mustered the most burning expression he was capable of making.

Piper didn’t care. “Just so you know, Calypso, he’s used that name as a joke since we learned to know each other, so don’t think that he thinks of me that way. I have a boyfriend.” Calypso smiled at her awkwardly.

“Yeah, and sometimes I don’t get why Jason stands you. Estas loca.” Leo shook his head before withdrawing into his own room.

“Aww, he goes for Spanish when he’s nervous, Cal. I think you really made quite an impression,” Piper laughed, not caring about Leo’s reaction.

“Was that necessary, though?” Calypso asked, feeling almost as flustered as Leo a moment before.

“Don’t worry about it. We just like to make fun of him.” Piper shrugged. “He won’t be mad long.”

“But…” Calypso started, not knowing what to make of Leo’s reaction. Had he really liked her new look? Why had he gotten so flustered? Finally, she decided she must have been overthinking it. “Uh, never mind. Anyway, thanks for the help, Piper. What do I owe you for this?”

“Nothing. But please invite me over more often. I think we are gonna have fun together!”

#caleo #leo valdez #calypso #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #my fics #caleo uni au #let me know what you think!

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shaydeoffical · 4 years

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Bright as a Diamond. Shinso Hitoshi x Fem Reader: Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Summary: Shinso picks up (Y/n) from the train and they have a heart to heart.

Series Summary: When (Y/N)’s co-worker decided to send a picture of her making a diamond to the paper, her life was over. Gemstone based quirks weren’t all that rare, but being able to make a diamond put a target on her back. After years of hiding in the city, it’s time to hide in the countryside with her Uncle Shota Aizawa and his more than ‘roommate’ Hizashi Yamada. With the promise of training her to be self-sufficient, she’s ready to learn.

Author Note: I hope you all enjoy the update, it’s a little shorter than normal, but the next one is going to be longer.

Warnings: Recounting parental Abuse.

Last Chapter: Twelve

Next Chapter: TBC

Home is Where You are Loved

It was nearly one in the morning when the train stopped at my station. Gathering my things, I almost tumbled to the floor with exhaustion. After my phone call with Eri, I found Hizashi had hundreds of photos of all of us. Going as far back as when Shinso had me hanging upside down by my ankle the first time we meet. I could see Shota smiling fondly at the scene, like a proud father. Of course, I was fuming with rage, trying to undo my binding to kick Hitoshi's ass. Still, a lot had changed since those photos were taken. Maybe not a lot, but enough had changed.

I tripped over my own feet, shuffling out of the train, and I stumbled forward, planting into another person. Lavender and lemongrass. Hitoshi. I didn't even need to look. Slumping into him deeper, I took a deep breath and yawned.

"Careful Kitten," he had arms around my shoulder. I hung off him, barley keeping myself upright. "Denki drains me too." He placed his cold hand to my blistered check. Shinrkinging away, I tried to bury my face in his scarf. He pulled me back, and I obliged with his demands, only because he smelled so good.

"He was fun," I mumbled, wrapping my arms around his neck, groaning. "I'm so tired, I just couldn't fall back asleep on the train. A lot of terrible things happened today, Hitoshi." There wasn't enough energy left to cry. "Mom isn't getting treatment, she's just living out her last days…and she doesn't want to do it with me there." Biting my bottom lip, I shut my eyes tight.

He slid his arms under my butt and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he started the awkward walk to the car. The station was nearly devoid of any human life, and I couldn't care less who saw us. Under any other situation, I'd fight him on this, say I could do it on my own. But I just wanted to be taken care of right now.

"Is that all that happened?" He was on to me, but I didn't care to hide it from him. He had been there for me several times. If he wanted to pry, I'd let him.

"You can tell Shota and Hizashi, I don't want to repeat it." He bounced me higher on his waist and took the elevator. Alone in the small box, I could hear even my thoughts echo.

"I can do that. Now, what happened to your cheek?" Hitoshi's voice was so soft I wanted to record it for future reference. He was so sweet… and he had been delightful for a while. So much had changed in just a few months.

"Mom and I got into it. She said some nasty things about my dad and then me. Like how she spent her life protecting him, and she shouldn't have given birth to me, and he'd still be here." I nuzzled his neck, trying to comfort myself. "She's always had a violent streak, but she's never said anything like that before. Maybe it's the medicine or that she's tired of living." I took a shaky breath. "She signed a DNR form without telling me. Went to an end of life home and lied to me about it. Then she had the gall to tell me she doesn't want me around as she dies. We were fine on the phone, but the minute I show up, she's giving me a heated slap like I'm a kid again. Not to mention she said she regretted marrying Dad for a second. Even tossed my necklace out the window." Hitoshi fumbled for his keys and balanced me on his hip.

Hitoshi lowered me into his car and buckled me in. I paused my story and waited for him to get in the driver's side. The car was surprisingly cold for him, having just driven to come to get me. The frost was piled on the window thick.

"I'm not sure what to say." Hitoshi grabbed my hand after turning the car on and adjusting the heater. It blew cold as the ac tried to warm up. A shiver ran down my spine, and I tucked my free hand in my pocket.

"Just listening helps. It really does." The radio was lowly humming as silence filled the car. Minutes passed in silence, our hands still clasped around each other. His thumb rubbing circles around my skin.

Once the air warmed up, the frost on the windows cleared. Hitoshi let my hand go to put the car in reserve to take us home.

"How was the daycare?" I asked, noticing his uniform was still on, despite his shift ending at five.

"Little brats were tolerable today." The air went from warm to hot, and Hitoshi turned all the vents my way. Maybe he was colder natured then I thought. "One of them sneezed in my co-worker's mouth. It took everything in me not to puke."

"Jesus," my eyes bulged. "Have you been home yet?"

"No, I came here as soon as my shift ended." He took my hand in his again, we were on the highway now, there weren't as many turns. "Did anything else happen today?"

"Well, you saw Denki and me at the café. That was my first date." I chuckled, "I really didn't think anyone would want to take me out. You have a really charitable friend." He squeezed my hand tighter, jaw clenching.

"Lucky bastard," Hitoshi smiled, but it didn't look quite right.

"As if, like you always say, I'm barely tolerable." I nudged his shoulder and scooted closer to him. "Denki said next time we all need to go out together. That could be fun if you don't mind me hopping in your friend group."

"It would be good for you." He nodded to the music, slipping his hand free. Working hard to keep my lips frowning, I swallowed hard."So, was it really your first date?"

"No joke, it was. Though, it's not the first date I would have wanted. It was more of a prove me wrong type deal. And I don't like being wrong. The best part of the whole ordeal was getting dotted on a little bit by a cutie." He looked like he was on the verge of tears… "You want to know what the worst part of today was?" I scooted closer to his side.

"What," his voice trembled, his knuckles turning white as he clutched the steering wheel.

Grasping his hand, I laced our fingers together and brought it up to my lips, blowing hot air over his cold skin. "I ran out of snacks, and I don't even remember eating them. My Shinso snack sack ran dry."

"I'll get you some more," he perked up a bit, laughing through his melancholy. The hand on the wheel was still tight. Hmm.

"Wanna know the best part of today?" A bold streak ran through me, and I knew this would surely make him feel something other than sad.

"What would that be?" He glanced at me before focusing back on the icy road.

"Waking up next to you." Butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I sat back in my seat after planting a quick kiss to his knuckles. All the blood rushed to my face, and I wondered how my tired body could let me say such a thing.

It was silent for two songs before Hitoshi opened his mouth. My brain was wracking with cover-ups and retorts, but he took the lead. "You really mean that?"

"Are you going to tease me about this?" Tapping my shoes together, I focused on my feet. "I did mean it, I hope that it wasn't too weird. I just- it was the best." Swiming my hands around, I tripped over every other word.

"It was." He agreed, turned down the driveway then putting the car in park. Neither of us moved to get out.

"So, you don't hate my guts?" I asked, looking out the wind.

"I've never hated you." I nodded, pressing my hands together and rubbing them. "Do you still hate me?" He pushed his hair back.

"I quite like being with you," I whispered. A bang against my window had me jumping into the driver's side and into Hitoshi's lap. He pulled me across the console and pushed by my hair aside to see what caused the commotion.

"You two gonna kiss?" Hizashi was holding his stomach in a fit of giggles, opening he car door. "You jumped so fast."

"Don't scare me like that." I bellowed, rubbing the bump on my head where I hit the ceiling. "Hizashi, that was so cruel."

"Mic, that was a little much." Shinso came to my defense, opening his door and pulling me out of the car. Now on my feet, I stormed over to Hizashi and crossed my arms.

"Hizashi, I have a bone to pick with you. How many photos do you need of me? Did you really need one of me brushing my teeth? Like some of them are cute, but you look like a creep with all these."

"Oh, I, huh. Gotta go." He grabbed the phone and sprinted into the house. Turning back to take a photo.

"Get back here," I chased after him, forgetting about the conversation I was in the middle of. "Hizashi!"

"I'm sorry!" He yelled, using his quirk and stopping me for a moment. Covering my eyes, I waited it out.

"Don't use that on me. Why where you filming in the bathroom?" I caught up and jumped him, but he dodged, and I hit my knees against the porch. "Oww," I rolled over and held my legs. Hizashi took off again, which was unusual for him when I got hurt. "Let me catch you, and this will be over faster." Lowering my head, my energy faded fast. "Shit, I'll get you back at some point." I sighed, flattening against the wood. Cold air filled my lungs as I panted.

Someone pulled my pant leg up, and of course, it was Hitoshi. Using his phone light, he looked over my knees. "You need to get some sleep and stay out of trouble."

"Yea, I do." I moaned, letting him help me up. "I'm going to hit the shower than the hay. Today's been exhausting."

#bnha x reader #my hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #xreader #eraser family #family abuse tw #fluff #soft #ambersahydeoffical

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nitewrighter · 4 years

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I miss your pre-fall Gency fic D:

Writing Pre-Fall Gency to avoid writing the next chapter of OBAB? Who’s writing Pre-Fall Gency to avoid writing the next chapter of OBAB? I’m not writing Pre-Fall Gency to avoid writing the next chapter of OBAB. I’m just really inspired by Valkryie. Yeah. That’s it.

This fic takes place shortly after the “walking” fic for Genji and Mercy. I do think it means a lot that Genji pretty much never uses Mercy’s callsign of “Mercy” and instead calls her “Angela” and “Doctor Ziegler.” And Michael Chu did say they got close during his recovery so...

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“And there’s no discomfort?” said Mercy, half walking backward and half sidestepping around Genji as he walked down the hall with his forearm crutches. She checked her tablet to try and figure out the level of painkillers they had him on now. He was being weaned to lower dosages, and Genji himself had been complaining about foggy-headedness, but the amount of cybernetics supporting his internal organs meant they couldn’t exactly go cold turkey.

“None more than usual,” said Genji, crutching alongside her with his head held high. His spirits seemed significantly improved since roughly a week back when he had snuck out of his room to try and force himself to walk in the middle of the night, “Or I guess I’m just excited to be on my feet out of the physical therapy room.”

“Well, just let me know if you’re getting fatigued,” said Mercy.

He huffed a little. “You worry so much,” he said, with a movement of his shoulders she couldn’t tell was a shrug or just adjusting for the crutches.

“Of course I worry,” said Mercy, rubbing at her eye under her glasses, “It’s my job.”

“Another late night, Doctor?” said Genji, as they rounded a corner.

“What makes you say that?” said Mercy, glancing out the window and squinting slightly at the glare of the cloud white sky and white-peaked mountains of Zurich.

“You wear the glasses when you want to cover up the under-eye circles,” said Genji.

Mercy’s brow furrowed, “That’s rude,” she said, turning her attention to the tablet.

“I prefer ‘Observant,’” said Genji, with a slight smirk hidden beneath his hospital mask made apparent only through the expression of his eyes.

“Which doesn’t mean it’s not rude,” said Mercy, waving her tablet stylus at him scoldingly before turning her attention back to her tablet as she continued walking, “Reyes keeps stalking at my door, waiting for the second you’re combat ready, but I still think we need to--” she glanced up, realized that she had dusted Genji with her own manic hospital walk a ways back, and stopped and turned around to see Genji towards the beginning of the hall, apparently staring at the wall. “Genji?” Mercy backtracked back to him and looked at the point on the wall which had his attention and her face dropped.

It was a poster of her, or well, Mercy, Overwatch’s Mercy, anyway, in the full combat medic gear with her staff in one hand and the other open and outstretched out toward whoever was viewing the poster, as if she was motioning to help them up. The sky behind her was pink tinged with the gold of dawn, to further highlight the blue of her combat medic uniform. It looked painterly, somewhere between Norman Rockwell, a Madonna Portrait, and Shepard Fairey--the kind of propaganda a soldier like Jack or Gabriel would approve of. The lettering on the poster seemed harmless enough--emblazoning the same words Jack used to bring her into this organization:

Save Lives! Join the Overwatch Medical Research Division Today!

There were a few other enticing text blurbs promising ‘On-Site Accredited Training!’ and ‘Full-Ride Scholarship Programs!’

The expression of her poster-self was rosy-cheeked and benevolent, with soft eyes and parted lips, an imploring expression.

“...wow,” said Genji.

“We should keep--” Mercy started.

“Is that you?” said Genji looking between her and the poster.

“...sort of,” Mercy said stiffly after a few beats.

“Or I assume, this is how you theoretically look with 10 hours of sleep,” said Genji, that same smirk in his voice. She smacked her tablet playfully against his arm and he chuckled. “I can’t believe it,” he said looking back at the poster, “You’re Mercy.”

“What? Really? I was in the full Valkyrie suit the night we brought you in,” said Mercy.

“...I didn’t know how much of that I dreamed or hallucinated after Hanzo...” Genji trailed off, “I thought I just kind of... conflated the two blondes in my head. I didn’t think Mercy was a real person.”

“She’s not,” Mercy said on reflex, flatly.

Genji broke his sight away from the poster and looked at her. Mercy caught herself.

“What I mean is--Reality is a lot more disappointing. Mercy is a--a--” Mercy scoffed and made a ‘jazz hand’ motion with her non-tablet holding hand, “’Beacon of hope,’ or whatever it is that recruits people or brings in donations. Angela Ziegler, the flesh vessel Mercy has the misfortune to reside in, is in fact a bitter nagging crab running on 3 hours of sleep, 8 cups of coffee, and pure spite.”

“I don’t think you’re disappointing,” said Genji.

“What?” said Mercy.

“Well--It’s like you say--Mercy is just an image. Angela Ziegler is the one doing all the work.”

Mercy blinked a few times and cleared her throat before adjusting her glasses and tucking her tablet stylus behind her ear. “Yes--well...”

“But this is a good poster though,” said Genji, pointing at the poster.

Mercy huffed.

“Overwatch should make more like it,” said Genji.

“Oh this is plenty on its own,” said Mercy, dryly.

“I can see all the other posters now though,” said Genji, trying to pose as seductively and dramatically as he could with his crutches, “’Join Overwatch--It’s better than Jail!’” he struck another pose, “‘Buy Overwatch Bonds--Jack Morrison needs a new office chair!’”

Mercy snickered.

“’Vaccinate your children! Mercy’s working too hard as it--’ Kuso--” Genji got a bit overambitious with the last pose, wobbled and nearly lost his footing on his crutches but Mercy caught him and stabilized him where he stood, “Okay I deserved that,” he said.

“A little bit,” said Mercy, smirking as she made sure he was stable, “...did you really mean that? About me not being...”

“I think everyone who just knows you for the poster is missing out,” said Genji. He continued down the hall on his crutches. Mercy watched him walk. Hobbling didn’t seem the right word for his movements. There was still a bit of marionette-like jauntiness in his movement from the suspension of weight the crutches granted him, but that was balanced out by the determination of his gait. He’s a bit like Mercy too, she thought, When he’s not brooding over the Shimada clan.

Genji realized she wasn’t walking with him, paused, and looked over his shoulder at her. “Are we still going to--?”

“Oh!” Mercy briskly walked up so she was next to him again, “Yes, yes we should go.”

They continued down the hall, leaving the poster to fade in the sun.

#gency

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thenewlarislynn · 4 years

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Coffee Stained Confusion Ch. 9

“Alright, I have a plan, but I don’t think you’re going to like it. You fly in overhead and provide a distraction while I sneak up and disarm the guards.”

“In this lightning storm,” Sam replied “no way. I’ll take my chances on the ground. Besides, isn’t getting in the ‘easy part’?” Bucky glared at him. “Your words man, not mine.”

“So what do you suggest? We just walk right through the gates? By the time we get rid of those two the rest of the guards will have been alerted.” The sound of gravel crunching came from a distance away, and Bucky’s eyes lit up as the idea came to him. “Unless of course, we ride through the gates.”

They snuck through the muddy underbrush until they came across the motorcade of HYDRA trucks. As the last truck drove close to the trees they jumped on, quickly ducking inside the tarp covered back. There was only one guard stationed, and Bucky tossed him easily out of the back.

“Well, this is cozy. Hiding in the back of a truck to sneak into an enemy compound. What could go wrong?” Sam stated with a wry laugh.

“Hey buddy it isn’t my fault that the legendary Falcon is scared to fly in some lightning.” “The suit is powered by electricity, so it isn’t my fault that lightning bolts will be attracted to it,” retorted Sam, “and it certainly is not my fault that you’re too old to remember your basic science lessons.”

The truck slowed to a halt and the sound of a gate creaking open came from in front of them. All the other trucks went right through, but instead of following behind, it remained parked. A HYDRA agent jumped out of the drivers’ seat. “I need clearance to see the boss,” she said into the intercom, “I have the cargo she needed delivered.”

Sam looked at the crates that sat in piles around them. “It’s all flame-resistant gear. And,” he paused, glancing at Bucky, “torture devices. I think they’re meant for her.”

“Well then it’s a good thing we’re getting her out of there before HYDRA has a chance to use them, huh?”

The truck’s door shut with a loud bang and the truck started rolling forward again. The compound’s gate slammed closed behind them and they were in. Instead of going through the main doors, however, the vehicle headed towards a garage that was barely noticeable from the gate.

Once they pulled in, the driver’s voice came from the front. “Alright John,” she called back, “I’ll get someone to unload the crates. You’re needed in the cell block, apparently some test subjects are causing a ruckus.”

Bucky cleared his throat, “That’s a copy.”

“Is everything alright? You sound like you’re catching a cold.”

“Oh yeah,” he responded, “just all this rain.”

“Alright then, well I’ll see you around. Feel better.”

Sam let out a breath as soon as she left. “Dude, I thought we’d been found out. So, where do you think she’s being kept?”

“Every HYDRA facility that holds test subjects usually has two levels. High security threats are placed in the underground holding cells.” He jumped out of the truck and looked around the garage, beckoning for Sam to follow. “And luckily, I’ve been here before.” Pulling open a hidden hatch in the floor, he quickly shimmied down into the tunnel.

Sam soon joined him, wearing an expression that said “I’m going to regret this.” The tunnel seemed endless, and was only wide enough for a single file line. Cobwebs had formed in the corners and bloodstains erratically smeared along the walls, leaving behind a smell of copper and rust.

“Close the hatch behind you,” Bucky instructed. “This tunnel will lead us directly to her, but the floor echoes, so step lightly or else they’ll find us.”

After some time the passage led to a split, one path leading upwards and one heading farther down. Sam sighed, “I’m guessing we gotta go deeper?”

“We’re almost there, keep quiet.” They continued along the lower path for a short while before it stopped abruptly. Bucky raised a finger to his lips and pointed to a metal grate above them. Bucky peered through the holes in it, the light filtering through just enough to see by. He listened intently for any noise, and hearing none, gently lifted the cover.

Stepping out of the dimly lit tunnel, Bucky squinted as he entered the bright room. Clean, white light shone through fluorescent lights. An operation table, complete with fresh sheets laid out neatly, sat in the middle of the room. A counter lined one wall, with sadistic looking tools neatly lined up in glass paned cabinetry. In stark contrast, the floor was a dirty, stained mess. Congealed blood pooled in some areas, while what appeared to be pieces of flesh and bone littered others.

“So, do you still know where we are?” Sam asked, cringing as he took in the sight in front of him. “Vaguely,” answered Bucky. “Outside that door is a hall, and that leads to the most high security cell in the compound. It’s a stand alone cell, with two way glass lining it completely. Considering what we’ve seen, I’m assuming that’s where she’s being kept.”

“And how are we going to get in? We aren’t exactly dressed like HYDRA agents.” “Well lucky for us I have something a bit better than access codes.”

~~~

“What do you think about the little movie we made for you?” Alicia said, the door to the cell sliding open.

You gave no response, just looked at the floor in front of you.

“How about we play a little game, if you win, you can ask a question about whatever you want to know. If you lose, you cooperate with us, no more temper tantrums.”

Glancing up, you looked her in the eyes. “You could tell me the meaning to life itself and it wouldn’t be worth the risk. I will never hurt an innocent person again. Now, you on the other hand, are far from innocent.”

“Well, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” Alicia smiled, “Fine, I guess we’ll have to do this the, uh, hard way. Get up. I ordered something special, just for you. We’re going to go try it out.”

Before she could pull you up from the chair and loud clamor came from outside the cell. Alicia narrowed her eyes and glanced towards the door. “Unfortunately, it seems I have something to take care of first. Wait here. And don’t even think of leaving.”

Shots rang out as fragments of glass rained down around you. Standing behind the destroyed wall was none other than Bucky Barnes himself.

“Hello there, James.” Alicia looked at him, “Nice of you to drop by.”

“It’s Bucky,” he corrected, “and you know why I’m here.”

Sam joined him, after making sure there were no other guards nearby. He held up a gun and aimed it at Alicia. “I suggest you let us pass.” “Or what? You’ll shoot me? Go ahead,” she taunted, “you need me.”

“No, we really don’t,” Sam responded. He lowered the aim of the gun and fired it into her leg. “But unfortunately Stark does.”

Bucky walked over to you and helped you up from the chair. Looking you in the eyes he asked, “Are you alright doll?”

Weakly, you shook your head ‘no’ in response, and he pulled you into a hug. Tears started to fall as you hugged him back, but you quickly tried to blink them away. You didn’t need him to see just how damaged you felt. “I hurt someone else. Someone else is dead because of me.”

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” Bucky whispered to you, “you’re safe now, you’re safe.”

~~~

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Coming Home: Chapt. 5

Summary: 23 years ago, lies were told. Now, part of the truth can finally be revealed. But will Emma listen to it?

Also on AO3/FF

August 10th, 1989

Snow stormed the mayor’s office. She could feel a white heat boiling over her entire body. Her eyes locked on Regina, her memories mixing. She looked so different than she had the day the curse was cast. Her hair was shorter and she dressed relaxed. Then again, everything in Storybrooke seemed relaxed to how things were in the Enchanted Forest. Her eyes narrowed as she thought of her husband bleeding out on the ground, not waking up no matter how many times her lips grazed his. The wardrobe being thrown open and her daughter being gone.

Her daughter.

Snow thought of the little girl that was currently being babysat by Ruby. Mary Margaret had been fostering her for the past 8 months. They had plans to adopt her. Emma was the savior, she was supposed to break the curse. Yet, no matter how many kisses on the cheek or goodnight cuddles, the town was still cursed. Even David wasn’t awake. Snow would still be her cursed self had she not noticed the blossoming flowers in the yard.

They didn’t look like anything she had planted over the years. No, they were bright pink, resembling a rose but her years of gardening told her they weren’t. They had been there since winter, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. They didn’t weed like the others. It took until summer for Mary Margaret to finally decide to pick a bouquet for the front hall.

The moment she grasped one, some glitter fell into her hand and her entire body shifted. Mixing in with Mary Margaret’s foggy memories of finishing college, marrying David and everything that came before Emma’s arrival were replaced by the reality: her life as Snow White. The day she met Regina. The moment she became a bandit. Falling in love with David. Finding out that one day they would have a child.

Most importantly: the day her baby was born. The curse enveloping them. The last thing she ever saw being Regina’s sick smile.

“You,” Snow seethed.

Regina looked up, confusion written across those big brown eyes. Then it must have clicked. She slowly stood up, folding her arms over her chest.

“Snow White.” She took a step closer. “You’re awake.”

“No thanks to you.”

“This shouldn’t be happening. You…”

“Were supposed to be miserable for 28 years?” A bitter laugh escaped Snow’s mouth. “I’m surprised you even know it’s me.”

“Mary Margaret never looked at me like this.”

“Mary Margaret didn’t know what you had done.”

Regina tilted her head. “So, what’s your plan here? I’m assuming you’re the only one awake or else I’d have a mob outside my door.”

Snow thought of Gold, no Rumpelstiltskin. He had been extra helpful to Mary Margaret and David when it came to trying to adopt Emma. There is no way that the Mr. Gold that had been asleep would be so willing. Rumple was the one obsessed with their daughter. She was the key to the curse. He had to be awake.

She wasn’t about to out that. No, that would put more people in danger.

“I don’t know how it happened either, but I won’t be alone for long. Emma is here. She’ll break the curse.”

“Your foster daughter?” Regina laughed. “What does she have to do with anything?”

Snow continued staring at her, until it seemed to click in her mind.

“She’s more than just your foster daughter, isn’t she?”

“Surprise.”

“How…I don’t…” Regina clenched her desk. “It makes sense how she made the way over the town line.”

“Your plan has failed.”

“And what’s your plan once your precious little girl brings magic to this town?” Regina cocked an eyebrow. “You think I won’t find a way to defeat you? You couldn’t stop me last time. Maybe my knights will actually succeed in killing your precious family this time.”

Snow didn’t know what she was doing until her fist was throbbing and Regina had her face covered. Blood dripped to the marble tile. It was both of theirs. Regina gasped, her hand over her nose. Her eyes narrowed.

“You’re going to regret that.”

“You stay away from my family or you’ll be the one that has regrets. This may be your town, Regina, but I know you. And I will not let you win. Not again.”

She stormed out of the office, shaking out her hand. Dammit. This was going to bruise. There was a cut from where her emerald ring had pierced Regina. It was all worth it. As she got out of the office and onto the street, she ran into someone. The tumble of a cane into her shin made her realize who it was.

“Rumple.”

He fixed her with a look. “You’re awake.”

“And I know you’ve been for awhile now. How?”

“Let’s just say Regina’s not the only one who can work things into a curse.” He looked down at her throbbing fist. “I take it you paid Miss Mills a visit.”

“The Queen isn’t going to win this time. How can we get Emma to break the curse?”

Gold sighed. “Snow, I told you before. It can only be broken after her 28th birthday. That’s when she was fated to return to you and your husband.”

“But she’s here now! There has to be another way.”

“I’m afraid not. Somehow, she ended up in your care again, but magic is specific. This town cannot have its curse lifted for another 23 years. And now that Miss Mills knows you’re awake, you’re all in danger.”

Arrogance had always been Snow’s downfall. If only she knew what she was setting herself up for. But she didn’t want to think about that. No, she could find a way. Rumpelstiltskin had to be wrong.

“I won’t let her hurt my child again. And I don’t need your help to break the curse. I’ll figure it out.”

She began to walk away and could hear Rumpelstiltskin let out a long sigh.

“Why don’t we go back to my shop and have a spot of tea?” He offered. “We can work this out together.”

October 26th, 2011

Rumpelstiltskin knew that Mr. Gold never had a customer. Over the past 28 years, only three people had ever entered his shop: Regina Mills and the Charmings. Gold had never minded it; the shop was hardly his only source of income. Ever since Miss Swan returned to town, however, and the clock started moving, there had been the nosy customer every so often, suddenly interested in purchasing things or trying to get money for something else. Miss Boyd paid him a visit quite often, trying to get him to reverse her contract.

Oh, the irony that Mr. Gold had struck one up with her as well.

As he polished silver that was already shiny, he heard the bell above the door open. He looked up to find Emma heading towards him. The file he had gifted her was tucked under her arm, ripped open at the top. Her eyes were tear stained. Rumpelstiltskin kept up appearances and didn’t smile, nor frown.

“Miss Swan,” he said. “I take it you’ve read the information I gave you?”

She slammed the file onto the glass case in front of him. “Is this real?”

“Real?”

“Did Mary Margaret and David pay you to put this together?”

Rumpelstiltskin finally allowed himself to smile. “Miss Swan, they have no clue I even spoke to you.”

She let out a shaky breath. “So…it’s true.”

“Yes. Miss Blanchard, then Mrs. Nolan, assaulted the mayor when she threatened to have you taken away from her. Madam Mayor reported this to social services, who deemed that Mr. and Mrs. Nolan were not the right fit for you.”

Of course, social services knew nothing of the curse or the fact that Regina had been punched for threatening to kill Emma and David. There was no proof of it. It was information that not even Mary Margaret could remember. Rumpelstiltskin had forgotten it for 23 years himself. Now, it replayed in his mind as if it were warm water.

Snow White sitting at a table in the back of his shop. He fixed them a cup of tea, finding the one bit of magic that had made it through the curse. He had written it in that way. It wasn’t much, but enough to make sure that if anyone ever woke up before it was time-himself included-they’d fall back asleep. There was only one vial, enough for two people. Magic couldn’t exist in Storybrooke, not yet.

He had watched her sip the tea. The fierceness in her eyes melted away. Her shoulder slouched. As she dropped the teacup to the saucer, that annoyingly adorable confusion that made her beloved by the kingdom fell over her face. She had looked around the backroom, blinking.

“What am I doing here?”

“Don’t you remember, Mrs. Nolan, you wanted to discuss Emma’s adoption. I told you there were some hurdles, but I’m working on it.”

She had blinked again. “Oh, yes.”

Once she left, Rumpelstiltskin waited. He hadn’t expected for Regina to call social services or for Emma to be taken. Had he known, maybe he wouldn’t have done what he did. There was no way Snow White would have let Emma slip away. But Mary Margaret and David didn’t know the claim they held on their daughter. They fell against the law.

Alas, it was too late. Emma was gone. He had to trust she’d find her way back. He used the rest of the memory potion to wipe away his memories of the 8 months she had spent in town. His mind had become a blur once more.

Until he walked into the bed and breakfast, where an adult Emma stood.

He couldn’t tell her any of that, though. Instead, he watched the woman’s mind reel at the information.

“They didn’t want to lose me,” she whispered.

“They fought for you. There was just nothing they could’ve done. Even my powers as attorney were not enough. Social services didn’t deem them objective enough to foster you.”

A single tear fell down Emma’s face. He reached into his breast pocket, extending a handkerchief that she refused.

“My whole life, I thought they had given up on me. But they wanted me.” Emma’s voice cracked. “Why wouldn’t they tell me this?”

“Social services removed you from school without their knowledge. By the time they found out you were gone, it was too late.”

“But even now…”

“Have you given them a chance?”

That shut her up. Emma stared at the file, another tear falling. She wiped at her face furiously, knocking her hand into the swan keychain that hung around her neck. Rumpelstiltskin was not sure why he felt the need to stare at it. Finally, he broke his eyes away to look back at her. She sniffled, trying to compose herself.

“If this is all true….I don’t know what to do with this,” Emma rambled.

Rumpelstiltskin shrugged. “Well, I’d at least say you owe them a conversation.”

Emma simply nodded. She picked the file back up and began to head out of the office. Suddenly, he remembered something.

“Oh, and Miss Swan?” She turned back to face him. “Since I helped you with something, I assume you’d be more than willing to get me out of a jam if needed.”

Emma blinked several times, before regaining composure. “What are you going to want?”

“Just as I said. If I need help, you’ll give it.”

Emma looked even more confused, but finally nodded. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Rumpelstiltskin waited until she exited his shop to smile gleefully to himself.

*x*

It didn’t take long to find Mary Margaret’s new loft. She was a bail bondsman; her job was to find people. After conversing with a few people, she found herself in a dimly lit hallway. A number 3 hung on the green door. The file was back in her bug, but the contents replayed in her mind.

She finally allowed her hand to rap on the door. When it opened, David stood on the other side.

“What are you doing here?” She blurted out. “Isn’t this Mary Margaret’s place?”

David suddenly looked defensive. “She asked me over to talk about…well, to talk about you.” He stared at her for a moment and it made her feel uncomfortable. “I still can’t believe you’re 28.”

“I need to talk to both of you.” She pushed past him, wanting nothing to do with his nostalgia.

Mary Margaret moved from the kitchen. “Emma…” She took in her face. “Are you alright? You look like you’ve been crying.”

“Did you really punch Regina Mills?”

Mary Margaret bit her lip. “She was threatening to take you away from us. I still don’t remember it that clearly…but…” She looked over at David, who was staring at the wall. “I shouldn’t have done it. We would’ve been able to keep you.”

“You defended me. You wanted to keep me.”

Mary Margaret’s eyebrows knitted together. “Of course we did.”

Emma’s voice caught. “You didn’t want to give me away. You…it….”

She tried to keep herself steady. It was bad enough she had cried in front of Gold, she couldn’t do it in front of them too. David moved closer to Mary Margaret, but neither said anything.

“My whole life, I thought you two just gave up on me,” she finally managed to get out. “But you fought for me.”

“Emma, we love you. So much.” David’s eyes were sincere and she hated it. “We never wanted to let you go. If we could’ve stopped it or at the very least explained it to you, we would’ve.”

“But they didn’t even tell us that they were taking you until Helen had already gone to get you from school,” Mary Margaret continued. “They said we couldn’t see you again, that it wouldn’t be healthy.”

She took a step closer to Emma, reaching out to touch her face. Emma didn’t pull away, despite her better instincts. Mary Margaret’s hands were always warm. Comforting. She had missed this. She had missed them. She had spent nights crying herself to sleep, just wishing she could be back in their arms.

Now there they were.

Her eyes burned with tears.

Don’t cry, don’t cry. You’re gonna look stupid if you cry, one voice told her. But it was overshadowed by a memory from when she had lived with them. Mary Margaret caught her crying one night and she had been embarrassed.

“Big girls don’t cry,” Emma told her foster mom.

“Oh sweetie, that’s just a dumb myth. Big girls and boys definitely do cry.”’

The floodgates opened and Emma allowed herself to cry. The tears hit Mary Margaret’s hand, but her former foster mother didn’t seem to care. She simply moved to wrap both of her arms around Emma. A hug. It had been 23 years since the last hug she received from her. She still smelt the same, of cinnamon and red pen. David wrapped one arm around her and then used the over to cradle the back of her head. Just as he had when she was little.

It was comfortable. It was familiar. It was home.

#coming home verse #snowing #charming famly #snow white #david charming #emma swan #rumpelstiltskin #regina mills #ouat #once upon a time

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ectoplasmicbutton · 4 years

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Ghostly Mysteries- Chapter 3

Danny didn't know how much time had passed, but over the course of that time he had met Stan (there was no way he was going to call him Grunkle), gotten to know more about the town, and was given freedom to roam the Mystery Shack—given he had some makeshift crutches that Stan keeps in the attic for some reason.

He wondered why he had never heard of Gravity Falls, seeing as the town had almost as much unnatural activity as Amity Park has. Maybe that was why he'd never heard of it; it seems more like a tourist attraction than anything else. Then again, so does Amity Park, and people rarely have heard of that place either. However, Amity has a way of broadcasting the fact that it's the 'Most Haunted Place in the World' to get more attention, however unwanted it may be. In Gravity Falls, the only place that seems to be trying to draw attention to the amount of paranormal attacks is the Mystery Shack. But the whole Shack, as far as Danny could tell, was the perfect place for a cheapskate to earn an extra dime (Danny could see why Stan liked it so much).

The place was absolutely riddled with fake merchandise and attractions. Danny didn't have to look closely to see the drips of elmers glue coming from the "beavercorn" or the "roostdeer". But, it's enough to satisfy customers, he supposed, and continued looking around.

So far, Danny had found two things that had interested him. One being a light blue t-shirt that said "I Survived The Gravities Fall" in a curly white font. He needed a new shirt seeing as his last t-shirt had gotten stained by blood snd ectoplasm. Wendy had seen this, and he had gotten to keep the (insanely overpriced) shirt.

The other thing he had noticed was the partly broken vending machine in the gift shop area of the Mystery Shack. He didn't know quite what it was, but it made his skin crawl and filled him with something akin to dread. Naturally, he decided to avoid it for now.

His wound was healing quickly, as did all of the cuts and bruises he had gotten from his hero duties. He had gotten it just mere hours ago, yet he was already able to walk and move almost freely without searing pain stabbing through his whole body. He was using his crutches less and less as the day went on, and near the end he found himself switching to only using one.

The sun had set a while ago, and looking at the time on his phone he found it was 10:08pm. Everyone had gone to bed around eight o'clock and he was supposed to be asleep as well. But—like all of the other nights since he had lost half of his life—Danny knew it would be useless to try and sleep, despite how tired he was. He looked at the window, gazing at his reflection.

The bags under his eyes had gotten larger, and he was a lot paler than he was before. His hair was a mess and he needed a shower.

The teen sighed and shook his head, turning away from the window and setting his crutch by the couch he was occupying for the time being. Without anyone watching him, he didn't really need to put up the "I-need-this-because-my-very-normal-wound-prevents-me-from-walking-normally" act, and he walked—very normally, mind you— to the front door.

Phasing through the door to not make a noise, Danny went outside. Glancing around at his surroundings, he found himself in the middle of a forest.

The light of a half-moon shone down on the world, blanketing the forest in a soft pale glow. Shadows of the plant life whisked out to him enchantingly. If Danny looked closer, he could see small creatures whom he did not know scurrying around the bases of trees and bushes, fading in and out of sight as they bobbed through the ground. Fireflies danced in his vision, fighting the soft glow of the moon with their own vibrant touch. The trees were taller than even the totem pole, which reached about the height of the Shack's triangular roof.

The sky was the most beautiful.

With the lack of lights in this small, strange town, the sky had exploded with action. Purples and blues and whites had swirled through the night, showing off the colors Danny had never seen back at home. Stars had dazzled his vision, constellation after constellation revealing itself to him. He gazed up in awe of the sheer beauty of it.

Shaking himself out of his daze, he glanced around to see if anyone was around. Noting he was alone, he let the familiar white rings form around his middle.

A few seconds later, Danny Phantom was standing in the clearing of the Mystery Shack, his soft white aura and glowing green eyes lighting up the area around him more than the moon or stars could. He took off, feeling his legs fade away into a ghostly tail behind him. Smiling at the familiar feeling of freedom that soaring through the sky gave him, he sped up. Doing flips and tricks that gave him a feeling of adrenaline, he also mentally mapped out parts of the forest he came across. There were a few lakes, a stream, some small openings, even a few waterfalls here and there.

'Gravity Falls is really pretty', Danny decided, taking a few pictures here and there with his phone and sending them to his sister to let her know he was still alright.

He didn't get a response, but she was probably just asleep.

Finally, after a few hours of flying, Danny decided to go back to the Mystery Shack. He touched down a few feet away from the tree line of the building, ready to transform back into his human form when he heard the door to the Mystery Shack open.

Curious, Danny snuck behind a tree. Knowing his transformation gave off a light-show that would reveal himself to whoever was there, he decided against it. The half-ghost would just see who it was, then go back inside when they were gone. Of course, he couldn't help his surprise when he was the person leaving the Shack was Dipper.

Immediately upon seeing him, Danny was hit with a wave of caution, suspicion, and exhaustion at the same time. Dipper was carrying a small flashlight in his right hand and what looked like a book in his left. He looked to be in his pajamas, and the way he was rubbing his eyes and yawning gave off the fact that he probably just woke up.

Danny stayed hidden, activating a bit of his invisibility to emphasize that fact. But whatever flashlight Dipper had was clearly not an ordinary one. The light flickered as Dipper slowly scanned it around the yard, becoming brighter and more stable the closer Dipper pointed it to the direction of Danny. It was like a game of hot and cold; the minute Dipper started going in the wrong direction, the flashlight would start flickering and losing its light. When he pointed it in the direction of Danny, however, the light became a lot more strong and bright.

Danny, who had activated his invisibility completely this time, took a few steps away from the trees.

This would've helped, if he hadn't stepped on a pile of dry twigs and leaves which resulted in a loud SNAP.

Danny sighed, just his luck, and Dipper cautiously walked over to investigate.

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Dipper woke up when he heard laughing from outside.

Unlike his twin, the past summer had taught him to be a light sleeper. Hearing laughing from outside at 1:26am was probably not a good sign. Sighing, the pre-teen rubbed his eyes, grabbed his journal and the weird flashlight he found the other day (also known as the "Find-Light" according to Mabel) and snuck down the stairs.

He still heard the laughing when he reached the kitchen, so he used that to make the Find-Light find whoever, or whatever, was making the noise.

Recording the sound for a second, the Find-Light sparked to life. It immediately shined towards the door of the Mystery Shack. Dipper cautiously slipped on shoes and a jacket before walking out.

It was a nice night out. The laughing had stopped a small moment ago, but Dipper couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He scanned the area with the light, straining his eyes to see anything beyond the darkness of the trees when... There!

He shivered.

Looking into the tree line, a pair of glowing green eyes peered at him from the shadows of the forest. Slowly, he started walking closer.

Suddenly, they disappeared.

Frowning, Dipper scratched his head in thought, before his flashlight started shining in a different direction. The pre-teen followed it, only for it to short out again.

It continued like this for a few minutes.

Then, all at once, the soft noises of the forest quieted, covering the clearing in silence. A sense of unease settled deep into Dippers stomach.

SNAP

The noise cut through the silence like a whip. Dipper yelped and whipped his head towards the noise. Slowly, cautiously approaching, holding his Find-Light out like a weapon and his journal like a shield, he brushed away the leaves and bushes leading into the dark forest.

What he found surprised him.

A boy (teenager?) gazed back at him. His hair was snow-white, matching his gloves and boots. His outfit was all black, made with some kind of form-fitting rubber. It seemed to be some kind of hazmat suit. However, it wasn't the clothes, or the hair, or the fact that he was right outside of the place where everyone Dipper knows and loves is sleeping (well—maybe it is a bit of that).

It was the fact that his eyes were glowing green, his whole body had some kind of unearthly aura that lit up the area around him, and—of course—the fact that he was floating a foot off the ground.

Dipper took a shaky step back, refusing to look away even as the Find-Light grew bright at the creatures presence.

"What are you?"

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end chapt 3 :)

#danny phantom/gravity falls #danny fenton #danny phantom #dipper pines #gravity falls #fanfiction #crossover #Ghostly Mysteries

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Obey me! Scarred, Chapt. 5

Plot: It’s time for the next step in Diavolo’s plan to unify the realms. But, in order to work, the demons would be subjected to confront their worst fears, and in some cases, who they are.

Trigger warning: Manipulation, PTSD i think

Word count: 2273

It was day the sixth day since the archangels and God had arrived at the Devildom. Diavolo’s entire kingdom was feeling tense. Just a wrong move and the plan of their Prince will fall apart and turn into a war. Except that, Belphegor knew his father did not care about any of this. He wondered why the man had agreed to this visit or even entertained the thought of unifying the realms. The man could not care about anything else except his own stuck up ways of doing things. The children he claimed to love? He didn’t even care about those; they were living proof of that. Lilith was proof of that. Belphegor did not know what his father was planning, but he was sure it had something to do with messing with their family. Of course, it did since it seemed that He had not done enough to cause them pain. Belphegor was sure of that. Beel had barely even looked at him since the meeting he had to be left of, and now Satan was acting strange. He was lashing out at everyone and everything, would scream and throw tantrums at anyone, heck Belphegor once passed by his room and found the young demon breaking his own books. One of his most beloved possessions. He had tried to reason with his nephew, but Satan was not having it. Yelling at him to get out and throwing the books at Belphegor. Satan was acting like he used to do when he was only the embodiment of wrath. “Ya think he’s okay?” Asked mammon, leaning against a wall. They were in the music room, one of the few places they could talk with no one bothering them. “Yes Mammon, he is perfectly fine. That is why at dinner yesterday he threw his plate across the room and almost hit Lucifer with it. What makes you think he isn’t okay?” Belphie responded from the sofa, not even bothering to open his eyes to look at his brother. “Oi! No need to be smartass about it. I’m just worried”, the last part was a mere murmur. But audible enough to make Belphie sigh in frustration. “What about Beel? Has he talked to you about what’s been bothering him?” This made Belphegor sit up and glare at his brother. “I’d take that as no.” “Ah, so you can read an expression. Good work Mammon.” Belphie rolled his eyes, before just starring at the ceiling. “I don’t know why he won’t talk to me. He has been avoiding me so much that now only stays in our room when I’m sleeping. Whenever I try to bring it up, he gets all sulky and leaves. He is acting like a child.” Belphegor put his pillow over his face. The whole situation was frustrating. If it wasn’t enough that his father was in town, his family was falling apart. “Maybe he just needs space or something. I dunno man, there’s lotta of shit going on.” “Yeah, you haven’t stolen anything in almost a week. Must be stressful.” “OI! You make me sound like a bad demon.” Mammon ruffled Belphies hair, who laughed before pushed Mammon’s hand away. “I’m going to take a nap in the planetarium. Please don’t make noise.” Mammon was going to protest but he saw how tired his younger brother looked. So, opting not to bother him, Mammon left the music room heading to bother Levi. Belphie entered the planetarium, starring at the crystal ceiling and taking in the silence in the room. He got comfortable and fell asleep. Or maybe not, he couldn’t tell, because the moment he closed his eyes, the room changed, it was entirely darkness everywhere. There were sobs and cries coming from a corner, the darkness turned into a blinding white light, and there he stood. In front of his memories. He saw Beel kneeling on the floor, knuckles white and tears in his face. He saw himself, standing not that far away, crying and calling for Lilith and a hate for the humans burning deep inside of him. “Your brother was always so strong, yet so emotional.” His father was standing beside him, they were both starring at Beel. “He always cared for all of you so much. Yet, why does it feel like the same cannot be said about you?” God looked at Belphegor, who was wondering what the heck was going on. “What are you doing here?” Belphegor walked backwards, trying to put distance between him and his father. Once he glanced back, he noticed how they were no longer in that memory. Instead, the memory he had landed on was that one time he and Lilith had visited the Human World for the first time. “Not much, just wanted to see my son.” God smiled, or at least Belphie thinks that was a smile. “Why are we in here?” Belphie point around, he saw Lilith and himself playing by a lake. Lilith was entirely entailed by the magnificence of her surrounding, running around and asking Belphie about everything. “Oh? I didn’t do that. This is your dream after all, you choose the destination. Maybe you are trying to tell yourself something.” “And pray tell, what would that might be?” Belphegor glared at the man. He glared at his father, who walked around looking at the scenario. “You know what? I don’t want to know. I don’t care about what you have to say or what you think.” Belphegor started walking, with every step another memory came into play, but he was not going to stay long enough to even give them a second glance. He knew his father was walking beside him, but he couldn’t care. He just wanted to wake up. He had his eyes closed, ignoring every memory that passed along, tuning out the words of his memory. Trying to forget where he was. Perhaps that way he could wake up. “Belphegor!” That was Lilith. It was Lilith’s voice. Sweet like always, with an excited undertone to it. He opened his eyes, and right in front of him, there she was. Smiling, with her small hands cupped, holding something. “Lilith?” he spoke, softly. The memory had positioned itself in such a way that it seemed Lilith was actually talking to him, and not just playing a looping scene. “Okay so, I was down at the human world. Yes, I know you don’t want me going alone, but it’s just so much fun. Plus, you always go down there, and most of the time alone. So, I figured it would be okay to just pay one visit.” Lilith smiled at her brother. But she lied, it wasn’t just one visit, but Belphegor didn’t realize that lie until much later. “The point is, I brought you something back.” She extended her hands, waiting for him to take what she was giving him. “What is this?” He asked. He was playing a long with the memory. It had been so long since he had seen or heard his sister. The way her smile brightened his day, her eyes always with such hope and love in them. He extended his hand, waiting for her to place the object. “I found it down there. I thought you might want it.” Lilith placed the object. Belphegor held it in his hand. Tears accumulating in his eyes. After a couple of seconds, Belphegor opened his hand, starring at the bracelet she had found. He looked again at Lilith. “I found it while in the Human world and thought you would like it. Besides,” Lilith pulled her hand up, showing a matching bracelet on her wrist. That one was embed with gold and white, while his had black and purple. Belphegor touched the bracelet with his other hand. It felt real, the weight of it and the way it had fallen a little twisted in his hand was…just too read. For a moment he wondered, if he was able to touch that, could he touch the memory of Lilith too? He looked up, at the frozen frame of a smiling Lilith. He stepped closer, slowly, making sure to leave some space between them. Lilith’s memory locked eyes with him, before averting her gaze. “Do you like it?” She asked, sheepishly. Belphegor smiled, this time, tears falling down his cheek. There was such a bittersweet sentiment with being able to see his sister again but in the form of a memory. The sentiment was slowly killing him. “I love it.” His voice was shaky, as well as his hands. He smiled widely, at his sister, eyes filled with tears and his heart pounding hard. Lilith cheered, before jumping and giving Belphegor a hug, or at least that is what was supposed to happen. The moment Lilith was supposed to make contact with him, the memory banished, leaving Belphegor broken and this time crying out of pure sadness. God had been standing right beside him this whole time, watching the scene unfold. “Lilith? No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Lilith!” He ran, trying to find the memory again, but no matter where he ran, this time the room wouldn’t change. They were swallowed in a pitch-black room where no one could reach them. Belphegor turned around to see his father, ever the powerful being he was, smiling. “Why are you doing this?” His voice had given out on him in the last few words. “I am not doing anything, son.” The room blurted into red light, a sensation of heat involving his very being. Belphegor looked around frenetically. No, this couldn’t be. His eyes found Beel, who had the most terrified look he had ever seen on his brothers face. His eyes darted between Belphegor and a person behind him. The sound of angels screaming and explosions of fire in front of them was numbing. Goose bumps played with him, as he slowly turned around to see Lilith, scared staring right into Beelzebub. “No.” Was all Belphie could muster, before the knot in his throat prevented him from talking again. He felt frenetic, thinking of ways to save his sister. He needed to save her; he couldn’t lose her. For a moment he noticed how neither of them were wearing the bracelets. They had fallen off during the battle. The only thing Belphie could have to remember her had been lost. And as the final hit was blown at them, he looked over at Beel, to beg him to save Lilith, but as their eyes meet, Beel sprinted towards him, just like before, the moment Beels memory was supposed to come into contact with Belphie, the entire memory disappeared. He fell on his knees. Sobs of pain and sadness filled the silence of the room. He had been so weak, so, so weak. “It’s truly a shame. I loved you three the most. But you had to show Lilith the human world, and I was forced to…kill her; my own daughter, what a pity. And even after that, you couldn’t even save Beel from blaming himself for her death. You caused your sisters death and made your brother feel guilty for it. You owed him that much, you owed him support, but you were so absorbed within yourself that you let him believe he had let Lilith died. My, what a brother.” His father got to Belphies level, lifting his head with a hand, making Belphegor face him. The eyes of them man starred directly at Belphegor’s, and for a moment he wanted to punch his father’s face, but his heart ached way too much for him to do anything. God put his other hand in his pocket, before taking it out and showing Belphie something. It was the bracelets. “I found them after the war, pretty little things, aren’t they? Here, I thought you might want them.” Belphegor snapped them out of God’s hand, still crying. He held them close to his chest, his breathing fast and his mind racing like never. “You should wake up now. Wouldn’t want yourself to get stuck here, relieving those memories over and over again.” His father rose up to his feet, not before smiling satisfactorily at Belphegor, who stayed like that for a couple more seconds sobbing. Once his eyes snapped open, he was back at the planetarium, at the House of Lamentation. His chest felt numb, his throat was sore, and his eyes ached by how much he had been crying. Belphegor moved his hand to clean the tears, but as he did, he noticed the two bracelets that now sat on his wrist. And all plans from trying to act normal fell apart in just a glimpse of an object, at just a split of a second. Once he collected himself and went to his and Beel’s room, he sat on his bed, at the other side sat Beel, who noticed a familiar set of bracelets on Belphies wrist, and immediately went out of the room, feeling worse than before. Belphie watched his brother leave. He wanted to chase after him but the idea that Beel might hate him for him not being a good brother stopped him. So, he laid down on bed trying to fall asleep. Except that he couldn’t, he feared falling asleep and being confronted by that memory again, or even seeing his father again. The thoughts would not let him fall asleep, so he just stayed like that for hours, feeling completely numb inside and starring at the bracelets. One of them still had blood. The other one was a little bit broken. And he thought how befitting of them.

Okay so here we go, baby! Chapter five, honestly I’m surprised I even got this far, i normally just post one shots cuz they are easier for me, but I’m actually really enjoying writing this multi parted fic. Though, i do feel like this is possibly one of the weakest chapters, but i am still not that familiar with writing Belphegor. Oh, also, God has a...wide set of powers and I’m experimenting what could an “All powerful being could do. But yeah, thank you all so much for reading this, next chapter will be out for Monday. can y’all guess which brother I’m gonna mess with next?

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years

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Thank you for following...

Thank you for following, reading, liking, commenting ect. Currently I am working on a Roman Godfrey AU x reader called Castle in the desert. Most of my stories are continuation like subtitles like AU Bill skarsgard, Roman Godfrey, Mark from Assignation nation, and Mickey from Villains. There are a few with multiple actors like Tom Holland, Cody fern and other Skarsgards that start with The Charity & the Island. lots of fluff, smut and a bloody good time...18+ for content

Story teller — List of stories updated April 16, 2020

List of stories updated April 16, 2020

Thanks for following. Thanks for reading, thanks for creating. Thanks for sharing.

Warnings 18+ lots of smut, angst, fluff. X-reader, mostly AU Bill Skarsgard & his characters but a few stories include other Skarsgard brothers, Deadpool, Tom Holland and other actors. Feel free to send requests/ideas & reblog. I will try to keep this updated.

Rock star Axel

You Will Remember Things That We Never Said: In this Alternate Universe fiction Axel meets Stephani while he is singing in the local band Zeitgeist. Its set up when he is in college. ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 ch 7 ch 8

starring Bill Skarsgard: My own stories with original character(s) he could play

The Stay starring Bill Skarsgard as Chris Ryan creepy slight horror genre. All I will say is this character is right in the wheel house of what Bill could play. ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch4

THE CLUB starring Bill Skarsgard as William Casik - Alice is a prim and proper elementary school teacher. Her Husband William owns a company that does business around the world. But he has a secret. When Alice find out about his alter ego, The Sir, her life will never be the same. ch 1 ch 2 ch 4 ch5 ch 6 ch 7 ch 8 ch 9 ch 10

Bill Skarsgard (AU) & X-reader/Princess

The Charity- various fandoms & x-reader This a AU mystery piece that includes most Avengers actors and skarsgards plus a few others I love. Some chapters are very smutty. used suggestions from readers. ch 1, ch 2, ch3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch7, ch 8

The Island: various fandoms, Its a continuation of The Charity. ch1 ch 2 ch3 ch4 ch5

The Dress: Just because I like writing the continuing story of Bill & Princess. This is her first time at an awards show. Also includes Alex Skarsgard, Scarlett Johansson and a few others. ch1 ch2 ch3 ch4 ch5

Bill& X Reader: Jealousy, You are dating Bill Skarsgard & get invited to a ex’s party.

Early home coming: Bill & X-reader warnings: angst, slight smut, fluffy. Bill comes home early after an annoying work issue forces him to leave a project. You attempt to help him get over it all before he has to go promote another project.

Bill and Princess/x-reader: long distance Valentine? Bill has to leave the night before Valentine Day for a meeting the next morning.

Bill & Ex-Reader: EVERYONE IS WATCHING sometimes the bedroom isn’t as private as you think.

The Bake off: Bill and x-reader/Princess are quarantined together. A month into their time together they come up with the Bake-off idea. Lots of smut, some baking lol. Ch 1 ch 2

Villains fan fiction

Borrowed time: Mickey & X-Reader . This is a continuation of Villains in a AU. Something like this should happen. ch 1 ch2 ch3 ch 4

Prequel Villains: Mickey and Jules Celebrate Christmas

Mickey’s Valentine’s Day surprises This is only 2 chapters. AU Mickey, Sweetie Pie and Jules several months after the event that brought them back together after the movie Villains. If you want to know how they got to this point read Borrowed time: Mickey & X-Reader. But you don’ t have to. Ch1 Ch2

Mark: Assassination Nation

Assassination Nation Mark and X-reader AU Mark survived his town going nuts and is now in college where he meets you. ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 ch7 ch8

Assassination Nation Mark and X-reader: Merry Christmas ch 1 ch 2

Mark and x-reader: You’re mine, Valentine. The first in my Valentine’s themed stories. This is more of the reader and Mark at college several months after what happened in the last story. ( Assassination Nation: Mark and X-reader) Mark is pretty much just horny & wants sex but he will put together some Valentine’s day surprises to get it.

Mark & X-Reader:Party At Greenwald’s A virus is sweeping the county. The University closes. You might make it home but Mark insists you stay with him in Salem. Memories haunt him from this place.ch 1 CH 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5 ch 6 ch 7

Castlerock fanfic

Joy and The Angel This is a Castlerock fanfiction

A Castlerock New Year’s Eve party: The Kid & X-Reader This plays off some talk of who the Kid really is in the Steven King Universe. ch 1 ch 2 ch 3

Hemlock Grove Fan Fiction: Roman Godfrey

CLUB VEE This is the first thing I posted on Tumbler. It is a vampire-type romance that I connected to Roman and Princess starting with their Valentine’ s Day plans. So its an origin story for Club Vee. Ch 1Ch 2 Ch3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11 Ch 12 Ch 13 Ch 14 Ch 15 Ch 16 Ch 17 Ch 18 Ch 19 Ch 20 Ch 21

It is all in the eyes :Roman & X Reader , A crazy Hemlock Grove alt reality fanfic part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Roman & his Princess Valentine’s Day This story continues the relationship from It is all in the eyes :Roman & X Reader. It will also include characters from VEE. But you really don’t have to read either to follow this story if you don’t want to. ch1 ch2 ch3 ch 4 ch5

A story of friendship: Roman Godfrey & X-reader AU Hemlock Grove. I was in a Roman mood so this is what came out ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4 ch 5

Roman & his Princess: blood wolf moon eclipse Princess is having a hard time with her hunger. Is Olivia the only one that can really help her?

Roman & his Princess: Life is Just a Fantasy A little role play night out with these characters where Roman is the Dominant more than usual and Princess plays the submissive role. ch1 ch 2 ch3 ch4

Roman & Princess: Let’s up the game Roman wants to make a sex tape. ch1 ch2 ch3

Roman & Princess: The agreement Princess plays with her dominant personality. Roman decides maybe he could handle the threesome she wants if he looks at it as a business agreement. ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch4

Stuck in the Madness with You A virus has found its way to Hemlock Grove driving people to self quarantine. How will this effect Roman and those he cares about? ch 1 ch 2 ch 3

The Dinner Party Roman invites Peter and Letha to a dinner party so Letha can get out a little more since they have all quarantined her to Peter’s trailer.

Deadpool Presents:

Deadpool Presents: Once upon a Zeitgeist this is in and AU after all the stuff in Deadpool 2. ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4

Deadpool Presents: Axel’s Valentine’s Day special story Axel plans a special Valentine’s romantic over night excursion. With two kids it is difficult to have longer intimate time with his wife. To read more about how this couple met refer to Deadpool Presents: Once upon a Zeitgeist Axel suggests Deadpool watch the kids which is the last thing his wife really wants ch1 ch2 ch3 ch4 ch5

Fairytales rewritten to include favorite actors/characters

Snow in Hollywood This is a reimagining of Snow White starring all Skarsgards Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Red and the Full Moon This is a reimagining of Little Red Riding Hood incorporating the lyric to the 60s song Little Red Riding Hood. Featuring Bill Skarsgard and Alex Skarsgard.

King Bill and his Queen Genevieve: A fairytale begins original smutty fairytale where Bill of Skarsgard plans to take a diplomat’s daughter for his own. When he discovers Lady Genevieve is a virgin he still wants to fulfill their destiny in the middle of the forest clearing.

Being part of the film industry in a small way

A Little Extra for the Extra This is extremely loosely based on my time working as an extra in a Tom Holland and Bill Skarsgard movie. It was great fun. Tom was cool to the extras if you were at the right place at the right time. I only got to see Bill from afar but maybe that was a good thing LOL. In place of Bill & Tom you can easily put in your favorite actor or actress in your mind.

Moroccan Sands: This is Bill Skarsgard and Tom Holland with x-reader. It takes place on a movie set for the most part. Ch1, ch 2 ch3 ch4 ch5 ch 6 ch7 ch8

Santa’s fav ELF Bill & X-Reader You are an extra in one of Bill’s movies and you you get a long very well. ch1 ch2 ch 3 ch 4

The Calling in this extras dream job you will be working with Bill Skarsgard, Tom Holland, Sebastian Stan, Robert Pattinson and a few other surprise actors on a movie that moves through decades 50s, 60s, 70s,80s. Sure your scenes don’t seem to fit together but they rarely do when filming and you just enjoy that you get to do this sort of work. Even though this is same caste as Devil All the Time it has nothing to do with that movie. enjoy this only 1% truth about being an extra. I love it but as of now it never got this good. ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5

Take a seat x-reader & Bill mostly. You are a seat filler at the 2021 Oscars. Its such a unique experience. But since you break some of the rules will you ever get to do it again? And is the out come with it anyway? I think, probably. ch 1, ch 2 ch 3 ch 4

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jimmymcgools · 4 years

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Kim and Jimmy going to Jimmy's place after the disasterous Christmas party to Jimmy asking Kim what they are in chapt 15 for the ask meme we are refusing to let die.

♥️♥️♥️ i saved this one for last so that they’d be in chronological order!!

fic commentary meme and my answers

if anyone else still has any scenes or moments from my fic they’d like commentary on, let me know! ❤️i love answering these so much.

Kim’s music sounds discordant tonight, the lyrics inaudible and the guitars harsh and jangled.

jimmy voice: some sorta dang shoegaze yet again!!!

He can feel the white hot anger beneath his skin, and he wonders if Kim can feel it too, burning through his shirt.

a little angry subversion of the wording at the end of chapter 7 when he thinks about kim feeling his heartbeat through his skin outside the dog house.

He thinks he can sense her breath on his shoulder, thinks he can sense the presence of her behind him like a weight in the space.

“weight in the space” is an odd turn of phrase, but it’s another tonally-different return of something jimmy’s thought before. here it’s the “He can feel Kim beside him even though he’s not touching her, a weight and a warmth to his right.” from beginning and end of chapter 10.

Kim strokes her thumb back and forth again, up and down over the curve of his lower back, the movement making a soft noises on the fabric.

and we’re back at our old kim-using-sex-instead-of-talking thing here.

i mentioned it in an earlier answer but i had a few reasons for why kim does this here -- the first is just that part of her has always been attracted to that darkness in jimmy, and right now she’s gonna let that part have what it wants. and there’s the other selfish layer to it, which is the idea of her almost using him here, just to prove to herself and the imaginary ghosts of those HHM associates that she’s not like them.

but i also didn’t want this scene to be completely devoid of the love/care they both feel, so it is also her trying to offer jimmy what she thinks he needs. what she thinks he needs.

they’re both angry, mostly at the world and at other people, though certainly part of jimmy’s anger is directed at kim. i don’t think he’s consciously taking it out on her in this scene, but there’s a definite lack of warmth and connection here, a kind of resentment that after all this time and waiting THIS is how and when she decides to cross the line in the sand. fuck if he isn’t going to take what she’s offering, but there’s a kind of gross entitlement there in his thoughts that kim somehow owes him sex.

Kim stares up at him intensely, eyes boring into his. She’s so close he can see the flecks of white in the blue of her irises again—the streaked, paintbrush clouds.

our old friends the abq paintbrush clouds. i always picture this look as the one she gives him in 4x09 after their argument.

“You okay?” Kim asks, moving to kneel beside him, her brows folded with concern.

again wanting to make sure this scene didn’t become so cold and angry that there was no care or concern between them.

He opens his eyes and stares at her and he thinks—you never met this guy, Kim. You wouldn’t like this guy.

She trails a hand lazily over his stomach, back and forth, stoking him, studying him right back. After a while, she pulls her hand away, and just kneels there, staring at him.

kim does this a couple of times in the scene, where she just waits, offering herself to jimmy. well, offering herself to him physically, at least.

Kim lifts her palm to his cheek and holds him like that for a moment, scrutinizing him. He thinks she must be looking for something. He doesn’t know what to show her. He breathes out harshly through his nose. “Fuck them,” she says, crisp and precise

i always thought of this as kim looking for her own feelings in jimmy again, looking for that rage. i dont think she’s looking to see care/love in his eyes in this moment. she’s looking for an affirmation of her own anger, her own choice of side here.

and then her dialogue -- there was no “them” involved in the dynamic when these two slept together previously. they’re each in some way using this sex to express how they feel about everyone else at the christmas party, not how they feel about each other. so that’s the fundamental lack of connection, i think. and they’re certainly less connected afterwards, especially if you think about how they were in the phone call or the playful flirting in the parking garage.

He rubs his palms up the side of her thighs and over her waist, pausing to dig his thumbs into the little dips of her bone for a moment. Kim hisses into his mouth and he laughs, pressing his thumbs down tighter.

they both know from last chapter this is where kim had bruises last time. but it’s kind of cruel here. i think this is the only time either of them laugh in the scene, and it didn’t feel like a very nice laugh when i wrote it.

“Shh,” Kim says against his mouth

again denying connection -- she shushes him a few times. very different from white sands.

The water makes a steady hiss, and he can see the shape of her moving behind the frosted glass.

jimmy looking at obscured shapes/patterns yet again. here it’s kim who’s the world-on-high he wants to belong in but he can’t understand. it’s also (“the shape of her”) dehumanising her a bit, leading into:

“Listen, I’m okay with it,” he says sharply, and the figure in the shower stills again. Something simmers in him, pushing the next words to the surface: “But what are we doing here, Kim?” More silence, and he can't stop himself now. “You just wanna fuck every now and then and otherwise forget about it?”

and he’s the entitlement again. this is just so horrible from jimmy. kim at her most vulnerable, basically cornered. has anything good ever followed someone saying “Listen,”? i dont think so. jimmy’s here is obviously a blatant lie, and kind of manipulative, too.

It sounds like static. Like a dead channel.

“dead channel” i took from neuromancer: “The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”

that simultaneous nothingness/everythingness of a dead channel seemed the perfect accidental answer to jimmy’s question.

and also @the-parallax-of-rain killed me with her comment on this chapter, so let’s add it here too, for posterity. 1-800 emotional terrorism.

I just love the thought of static so much, like how it's always there in the background and you never know it's there until you really pay attention. Like as I'm typing this, I just realized there's a static sound coming from the humidifier (it's super dry here lol), and also the background humming of my laptop...and the idea that this is the way that Kim might perceive - or might have to perceive - their relationship as kind of on the backburner, either because she doesn't know what she wants yet or because she's too busy with school

When she does, he drapes an arm over her, and she pushes her back against him and reaches for his thigh, pulling his legs up to fold closely behind hers. Jimmy stares into the curve of her shoulders and watches her breathe.

and they’re finally connected again physically, but emotionally distant. felt very “something stupid” to me. i didn’t want this to feel warm at all.

i was so happy and relieved at the reception this chapter got when i published it ♥️♥️♥️ and it’s been awesome to work my way through it again with this commentary.

again, if anyone still has scenes they’d like to hear thoughts on, drop me an ask! i live for it 🙏

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