#but they were like hey look we need filler cause otherwise it's gonna look like a total flop

[marierg]

Of Light and Darkness: Ch. 24

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

Rating: A OK for all!

WARNINGS!: self doubt, little angst, otherwise just fine.

A/N: This is a predominantly Anakin centric chapter. This is a wrap up to the prior sections, but be warned the next arc is gonna hurt. This may seem a filler but it does have some key nuggets that are important.

Picture Credit: Dendy Dhamier (art station.com) and Koni-art (deviant art)

Word Count: 1458 ish

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The three of you returned to the Temple a week after Life Day. As much as you felt the weight return at being back, at least you were worried far less than before. Obi Wan was finally able to put the past where it belonged and Anakin had now found his way as well. The two of them talked, actually talked with one another, as a Master and Apprentice should. Anakin no longer held back his thoughts, letting you both know the full philosophy of a young Padawan. Obi Wan had found the patience needed to properly guide the boy, even if it was laced with his usual brand of sarcasm.

On exiting the ramp you saw a familiar, green face. Master Yoda sat on his hover chair, walking stick in hand. “Young Skywalker, learned much have you?”

Anakin grinned, “Yes Master Yoda, I have. And we brought you something!”

The old Master chuckled, “A lesson perhaps? Or the small friend in your pocket?”

Both you and Obi Wan glanced down at the guilty look on your Padawan's face, followed shortly by a small mewing. This caused Master Yoda to laugh even harder. Anakin sighed, “I don't think I can really give another living thing away.”

“an insight from one so young, and very true it is.”

Anakin pressed instead a rounded piece of sea glass into Yoda's hand, “I found this one day when Master Obi Wan was teaching be by the tide pools. When you hold it up to the light it looks like a star map.”

Yoda turned the beautiful piece of glass, indeed it did look like a map of the galaxy. “In the eye of the beholder, is the beauty of anything.”

“Master Y/n says that as long as you know where you are, you can always find a way back. I know you probably don't ever feel lost but it's still really pretty.” Small shoulders shrugged, now feeling a little silly about the gift he picked.

“Why foolish feel you? Almost 900 am I and still lost can I be. A most wondrous gift is this, padawan.” the old master waited for the boy's eyes to look at him. “lost can we all become. But from friends and teachers may we find our way home, yes?”

“Yes Master Yoda.” Anakin's smile returned, satisfied that he hadn't flubbed the tradition.

a few weeks later

The nights on Coruscant were anything but peaceful. The upper levels filled with the party life of the affluent and in the lower levels the bars were full of working people spending their wages on cheep beer. It was the cycle of life on most planets but occasionally one would get the odd interloper. People who wished to disappear or who were meant not to be found.

As Anakin made his way to the garage in the back of Maffa’s bar he bumped shoulders with a teen not much older than him. “Hey…”

“Sorry, didn’t see you,” the thin face looked up at him, dark circles rimed bleak eyes.

“Are you ok?” Anakin may be on personal business, but this was a person who needed help.

“Yeah just trying to get back before it gets too dark, I'll be ok. You should get home too kid, not safe after dark ya know.” The voice was high pitched, their hair the color of the neon above them. The other kid must have been cold even with the coat given their pale complexion. “Are you lost or something?”

“No just going to see a friend. Do you want me to walk you home?”

The young teen chuckled, “and they say chilvery is dead. Nah I'm just up the block, but thanks. You're a good one. I'll see ya 'round.”

Anakin probed a bit into the mind of this stranger, finding fear and sorrow, but also a brightness that refused to be dimmed. Nodding he gave a wave, sensing that there wouldn't be further persuading the girl. “Ok, see you.”

The stranger waived and dashed off into the night.

“Little speedster! What brings you to me today?” Maffa smiled warmly from his stool in the garage as Anakin approached. The young man’s robe was drawn tight concealing something.

“Hey Mr. Sweets I was wondering if maybe you might be able to help me with something?” Once Anakin saw Sweets subtle nod he then allowed the small tooka to peer out from the opening in his robes with a small mew. “My little friend needs a home and I can’t keep her at the Temple. I don’t suppose you might like animals?”

The old Keeterian laughed heartily then came to stand and appraise the small tawny creature. Sweets held out a hand and the cat leapt readily onto him, climbing up to settle on his shoulders Purring like an engine. “Speedster what you don’t find hehehee… don’t suppose you’d come by and visit us both more often if I say yes?”

“As much as my Masters will let me!” the boy was pleased beyond words.

When they had returned to the Temple he was given instruction to find the small beast a home. As much as it stung he knew that Master Obi Wan was right, the kitten didn’t belong cooped up in the Temple while he trained. Master Y/n had asked around the hospital but none of her friends could take the little fluff, Maffa had been his last hope. “Thank you Mr. Sweets. She’ll catch all the rats and keep the speeders free of nests.”

“And how was your journey?” Maffa asked as he stroked the little tooka. “Been missing my best mechanic.”

“It was really nice, I almost didn’t want to come back. It was...Free.” Anakin studied some of the parts on the cart in front of him. “Hey Mr. Sweets can I ask you something?”

“Of course Speedster, what’s on your mind?”

Truthfully there was another reason Anakin had come down here, he needed non Jedi advice. He had always known that his two Masters had a deep affection for one another. During their time off world Anakin had really come to realize the connection that they had. He wasn’t sure what he should do. “If something is happening that bends a rule, but no one is getting hurt, then is it really so bad?”

“Well now that depends, what kind of rule we talkin’ kid?” Maffa saw the boy’s hesitation, “I swear nothing leaves the garage, the word of a gentleman and racer.”

Anakin didn’t want to say more than was necessary but really needed an answer, “Is falling in love such a bad thing?”

“Ooooohhhh, I see.” Maffa scratched his chin thoughtfully a moment. “Well now here’s how I see it Speedster, if the love that two people feel is real, unreserved and unselfish, then no it can’t be wrong. You see there are a lot of people who say that they’re in love but it ain’t the genuine article…those are the ones ya have to be wary of. Love is a gift, not a possession do you understand.”

Anakin took a while to evaluate the statement. Neither Master Obi Wan nor Y/n had a selfish bone in their bodies. Both of his Masters fulfilled their duties, worked hard, and they always took care of him. “So then as long as the love isn’t controlling it can’t be a bad thing then?”

“Exactly and I’ll tell you this next bit for nothing.” He motioned the young man closer to him. “When it comes to those we love we protect them with all we have, no greater reason to fight than that Speedster.”

Anakin nodded, reminded of how you and Obi Wan defended him time and again. Of how his Mother had protected him as best she could. The code was wrong, there was no reason Anakin could see that love would be a bad thing. “Thanks Mr. Sweets, I think I got it figured out now.”

“Hehehee… Don’t go fearing love son, it’s the best thing in the world, despite what those crazy monks teach.” Maffa waived in the direction of the Temple.

“Oh hey I ran into a kid on my way in, do they work for you?”

“Were they wearing a black coat with wings on it?” Maffa saw Anakin nod at this, “That’s baby girl, she brings me parts, sometimes washes dishes and waits tables, little odd jobs.”

“Really? She seemed nervous, wanted to get home quick.” Anakin wasn’t so sure about the story.

“Well she’s had a rough go of it, family kicked her out and trying to make it on her own, going to school too. I know her Uncle Brex and try to keep an eye out for her.” Maffa sighed, then a thought occurred to him. “Say doesn’t little Y/n have connections at the responder school at the hospital?”

“Yeah, Why?”

“Well Speedster I have a thought... Have Y/n call me when you get back, eh.” Now that Maffa thought on it the idea was perfect, you wouldn’t be able to resist helping a budding medic and an outcast to boot.

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[aro-culture-is]

Demiro culture is seeing and loving that mod kee is also a cellist!!! I named mine Connie, and Daffy is my not-cello string instrument (I did high school gigs too!!) <3 love hearing you talk about yourself, and music nerd life the best life, can’t change my mind

my cello and bows are named after Nikola Tesla, cause I went through a whole "name things after famous scientists" phase in high school. the cello is Tesla (and yes, the company makes me regret this and I've debated Nikola instead), my carbon-fiber primary bow is The Death Ray, and my chestnut colored wood bow is the Pigeon.

- mod kee

#aro culture is #aro #aromantic #actually aro #actually aromantic #ask #mod kee #folks this is an open invite to reblog with your instruments and their names plus any named equipment #demiro culture #as far as stories about gigs go: ive played at everything from weddings to rock concerts to sunday brunches at a banquet hall to #award ceremonies to reunions and honestly im def forgetting some #oh! for business events #and unfortunately the local fox news because we were trying to get public funding 😔 #and these are all *paid* gigs #often the money went to the club rather than individuals except in the case of weddings and brunches #where it would be split equally among participating members #i think my favorite reason for a gig ever though #was that not enough ppl and groups signed up for the talent show #and clubs weren't allowed to participate #but they were like hey look we need filler cause otherwise it's gonna look like a total flop #aka the first time i was the lone cellist and the group elected to play radioactive #there was some part where the cellos were soli on the 'welcome to the new age' part #and I'd been 'back desk' faking it since the front stand played it better and louder and did more gigs than me #and uhh yeah so i learned it that day and freaking nailed it #chatty kee

[connors-heart]

to be human: [ch. 3: intoxication and infatuation]

playlist - ch. 1 \ ch. 2 \ ch. 4 \ ch. 5 \ ch. 6 \ ch. 7 \ ch. 8

[ being a DCPD detective, your job was relatively normal - that is until androids came along, more specifically, RK800 ]

pairing ⟶ connor x reader

fandom ⟶ detroit: become human

warnings/a.n. ⟶ [no warnings] ; to be honest this is just some good old fluffy filler with your favorite detective trio, and to be even more honest i wrote the last part of this chapter while i was high so who knows, maybe thc improves my writing ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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“Connor, I’ve been waiting to speak with you,”

The android recognized the voice to be none other than Amanda, both her and the surrounding garden beginning to generate through his mind. “Hello, Amanda,” he greeted. She faced away from him, snipping away decaying roses from the garden’s lattice panel, “What process has been made on the deviancy cases?”

“We’ve begun to understand the concept of a majority of the deviants. Most cases tend to follow the same pattern of abuse and shock from humans, leading the androids to become corrupt,”

Amanda nodded, a moment passing before she turned to face Connor. “And what about you?”

A look of uncertainty fell upon Connor’s face, “What do you mean?”

The woman clasped her hands in front of her, treading toward him, “There’s been an instability in your software,” she began, “Something has changed in you, Connor,”

He blinked, “There’s a new detective working alongside Lieutenant Anderson and I. She empathizes for the androids, and…”

Amanda’s features became bitter as Connor trailed off. “And… I get an unfamiliar feeling when I’m around her. I’ve never felt it before, and it only happens when I’m near her, it doesn’t occur when I’m near anyone else,” he explained.

He watched as Amanda turned away from him, beginning to pace slowly in thought. Connor stepped forward, “Do you understand why this is happening?” he asked. She stopped in her tracks, turning once again to face him.

“She’s a distraction,” she spat, “she is not needed on this case,”

“She’s a great detective - one among the best in Michigan-”

“Connor.”

He sank back into place, biting his tongue as Amanda approached him once again. “I want to hear nothing of this feeling, nor this girl ever again. You exist and serve for only one purpose and that is to solve this mission, and only that alone. Do I make myself clear?” she growled.

Connor pushed down the growing feeling of doubt in his stomach, nodding in response, “Yes, Amanda,”

______

“Alright, I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while,” you spoke through a mouthful of pizza, “Sinatra, Coltrane, or Simone?”

Hank groaned, “Jesus Christ… I’m gonna have to settle for Coltrane… maybe Sinatra,”

“Wow, Hank,” a clear look of judgement crossed your features. The older man threw his hands up across from you, “What?” he asked defensively, drawing out the word for effect.

“Nina Simone was amazing, c’mon,” you rebutted, leaning back into your chair. The two of you sat at his kitchen table, the police reports you’d been focused on for ten minutes now discarded beneath two boxes of pizza - which really, could’ve been just one pizza, if not for the fact that Hank refused to do half and half since he ‘didn’t want any fuckin’ pineapple in contact with any pizza he was eating.’

“Well of-fuckin’-course genius, but she doesn’t stand a chance against Sinatra or Coltrane,” he explained, taking a bite from his pizza.

Before you could go to counter that statement, the doorbell rang out, and alongside came both Cleo and Sumo barking and howling. You and Hank traded looks before he stood up to answer it as you went to distract the dogs with slices of pepperoni.

The door closed swiftly as Hank trudged back in, Connor at his side, “Well, look who decided to crash the party - Jesus, fuck, stop feeding that dog,” A guilty look crossed your face as you looked, Sumo snatching a final piece of pepperoni from your fingers, “Hey, Connor,” you offered him a smile, avoiding Hank’s glare.

“Hello, detective,” he replied as he took a seat next to you at the table.

“Well make yourself at home, asshole,” Hank mumbled, taking his seat as well.

“I was informed by Fowler that you two were going over the deviant files, correct?”

You and Hank traded glances, looking down at the scattered files beneath your pizza and beer bottles before looking back over at Connor, “Kind of,”

The android nodded, picking up the pizza boxes as he gathered the files. Before Connor could be met with the oncoming insults from Hank’s mouth, you stopped him, “How about we just relax for a bit, we’ve got all night to handle the files,” you suggested.

“I recommend going through these files as soon as possible, otherwise the likelihood of them being analyzed will decrease-”

“Please, Connor?”

Giving him a hopeful smile, he stared at you for a moment, before nodding and setting the files down. Hank sighed, taking a gulp from his beer, “I’m convinced this android would literally run into busy traffic for you,” he teased.

You scoffed, “Maybe, just maybe, being nice to androids couldn’t kill you and the rest of the world,”

Hank shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not,”

Shaking your head with a laugh, you turned your attention to Connor, finding him to be watching Cleo intently as the husky sniffed his pants and shoes. “By the way, what ever happened to you back at the cafe?” you asked curiously.

His gaze shot back up at you, “Nothing,”

You raised a brow suspectedly, “What happened at the cafe?” Hank asked.

“He just… froze? Kind of like when a computer buffers when you give it too many commands at once,” you answered.

Hank nodded slowly, eyeing Connor momentarily, “huh,”

“I assure you it was nothing, I was just, processing data,” the android refuted.

Both you and Hank nodded along, “Yeah, okay,”

A beat of silence passed before Hank exhaled as he stood, “I think this night calls for a drinking game,” he called out as he rummaged through his fridge.

“Don’t we work tomorrow, Hank?” you questioned as he slammed the fridge door, plucking two shot glasses from the cupboard.

He looked over his shoulder at you, curling his lip, “No one said we were getting Drunk,”

Connor watched as Hank slammed a glass in front of you and himself, the two of you bickering back and forth. A sigh left your mouth, “If I show up to work tomorrow hungover, I swear to God I’m going to kill you the first chance I get,” you spat as he filled your glass with whiskey.

A concerned look crossed Connor’s face as he watched as you and Hank continued to fill your glasses after several shots. He watched as you threw the shot glass back, grimacing once again as the alcohol stung your throat. Your name passed his lips warrily, “It wouldn’t be in your best bet to drink so much, as small as you are, your Blood Alcohol Content will cause extreme impairment,”

You stared at him through glazed eyes as Hank laughed, “Ha! he called you a fuckin’ lightweight,”

“I think I’ll be just fine, thank you,” you slurred, holding out your glass for Hank to refill. Connor sighed as he looked between the two of you, watching as you knocked back countless drinks.

Of course, it was barely a challenge to Hank and his developed tolerance, but as for you, not much could be said in your defense. “Do me a favor, and get her home safe tonight,” Hank spoke under his breath to Connor, watching as you laid on the floor, cooing Sumo and Cleo.

Connor nodded, “I will,”

He walked over, kneeling next to you, “Are you okay, Detective?”

You looked up at him, “Fan-tastic,” you muttered.

______

Connor whistled, beckoning Cleo to come out of the car as the two of you arrived at your house. “I just realized, we didn’t get through any of those cases except for like two,” you tiredly spoke as you exited the car, dragging your feet along the pavement as you wiped at your eyes.

“That’s alright, we’ve got all day tomorrow to work on them,” Connor reassured, helping you make your way to the porch. “Why do I have so many keys?” you mumbled before dropping your key chain clumsily. Before you could, Connor picked them up, picking the one that looked the most appropriate and unlocking the door.

“Thanks for being helpful, I appreciate it a lot,” you smiled up at him as he closed the door behind him, turning on the lights.

And there was the all too familiar feeling, shooting up Connor’s spine almost like electricity. He studied every aspect of you there was, from your disheveled hair to your bloodshot eyes - and you were still perfect.

Leading you to your room, Connor watched as you slumped onto your bed. “I’m gonna go get you a glass of water.” He took your mumble of a reply as an okay, before making his way to the kitchen, Cleo at his heels.

Until the past day or two, Connor wasn’t necessarily conscious of anything beyond his mission, which had made it even more questionable when he experienced whatever he was experiencing. He was beginning to no longer wonder why, but what if. What if these feelings had a purpose? If he genuinely wasn’t malfunctioning but feeling something? It was growing to be something he felt he didn’t want to push away or aside.

Walking back to your room, he kneeled beside your bed, shaking you out of your drowsed state as he murmured your name. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut, “Connor. I love you, but you’re being unnecessarily loud right now,”

It felt like every single processor he had abruptly stopped working, the various thoughts running through his head suddenly stopping in their tracks. It couldn’t have meant anything, it was just a figure of speech, obviously. But whatever it was, the feeling, went through the roof, at the sound of you saying you loved him.

He blinked, “...what?”

“Do you ever run out of batteries? Or is there a power button I can press because I really need to get some sleep-”

Connor shook his head frantically, setting the glass next to your bed as he stood, “Sorry, of course,”

You watched as he began to make his way to the door, “Wait,” you called out.

The android stopped in his tracks, turning to face you immediately. “You should stay. If you can anyway, I mean, I don’t know, unless you go back to Cyberlife and charge for the night or something,”

He stood in silence for a moment before nodding, “Okay,”

The two of you stared at each other, Connor standing in the doorway before you caught on, “You can sit in the bed Connor, it’s fine,”

He nodded once again before walking to the bed, resting against the bedframe as he sat down. Turning the lights off, Cleo jumped into the bed as well, resting at your feet. Connor looked through out the room silently, analyzing the polaroids that hung above your dresser. He realized they were pictures of family and friends, recognizing one of them to be a candid shot of Cleo and Sumo lying next to one another on Hank’s couch, and another being Hank with a colorful cone on his head that read ‘birthday boy,’ a candle lit cake in front of him while his signature annoyed look rested upon his aged features.

His mind wandered back to the apparent feeling that rested in his chest. Even being the best model Cyberlife had ever created, it was difficult to dictate just what this feeling was. Thus far, the most he knew was whatever it was, it was clear it was only in response to you, and only responded upon gestures of kindness and ‘affection’ from you.

Connor had only felt it to be at its strongest twice, the first time when you’d held his hand, and the second only minutes before when you said you ‘loved’ him. He wondered if humans could feel it, knowing the wide variety of feelings humans had. Then came the question of what characteristics this feeling brought.

He knew it was a feeling of infatuation, desire, maybe even a need to care for you. He also recognized this feeling to be what some human’s felt towards one another.

Love.

Connor stopped, looking down to see you lying toward him, the blue hue from his jacket illuminating the soft, peaceful features of your face.

And he felt it again. He felt love.

His jaw fell, his lips parting slightly as he finally recognized what this was. It was no longer a feeling, but an emotion, and quite possibly the strongest of them all. A wave of denial washed over him as the dreaded words from Amanda rang through his head.

You exist and serve for only one purpose and that is to solve this mission, and only that alone.

Did this feeling, this emotion, make him a deviant? It was a question that became too noisy in his own head, a question that he didn’t want to confront just yet. But the possibility of loving you became something he just may have been ready to face.

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[faithambr]

Priceless Chapter 10

(Author’s Note: Enjoy this filler of a chapter!)

Previous Chapter

Master Post

“Daddy,” a voice had echoed into Kristoff’s ear, “where are you?”

What? he thought with his eyes shifted to the sunlight.

Could it be already morning? Or could it just be a dream? He didn’t know. He didn’t know about how long he had actually slept in. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a good night’s rest. Since he was on this so-called business trip. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he had a good night’s rest. Maybe I was just too tired. he thought.

“Daddy.” his son’s voice continued. “Daddy!”

“Bradley?” Kristoff’s voice was groggy from sleep. 

“Where are you Daddy?”

“I’m coming Bradley.” Kristoff whispers while he was getting on out of his bed. “I’m coming.”

“Hurry, Daddy, hurry!”

Why do I need to hurry? he had thought to himself as he walked on over to where the voice was coming from. He knew that the voice was coming from his son, yet he wasn’t so sure where. Therefore, he had to take a look outside the motel’s window. If I could only see what’s going on outside right now. he thought.

His heart had dropped at the sight right below him. Out there, he saw a blacked-out van parked right in front of the motel office. He couldn’t believe that Hans was up to nothing good, as he watched the pimp pace back and forth. His stomach was filled with quilt and nausea, not knowing what to do next. He knew that he had to do something, yet he didn’t expect to see something else happen right before his  eyes.

He yelled at the thought of seeing a young child being carried from the cab and into the blacked-out van. He figured that Hans was going to take care of that little girl, yet his heart was telling him otherwise. He could tell that the little girl had red ringlets for hair was just like Anna. Her young and feisty attitude was showing while another little girl, a blonde, was just following along with her. His mind was reeling at the thought of seeing those two girls there, as he watched them being put right into the blacked-out van. He knew that they were heading into the unknown, however he didn’t expect to see his son down there.

“Daddy!” his son’s voice had called out from below.

“Bradley!” Kristoff tried to call out, while his son was being carried into the blacked-out van. “Bradley!”

His heart was pumping at what to do. He couldn’t believe that his son was Hans’ hands. He knew that Hans would do anything to get to him, yet he didn’t expect his son would be in that situation. No! he thought as he threw a chair at the window, but to no avail. I can’t allow that to happen to my son. I just can’t!

However, there was nothing that could be done. Bradley was gone.

“Bradley!” Kristoff had woken up with such fright in his eyes. He couldn’t believe that his own son was gone. He couldn’t believe that Hans had taken Bradley away from him. He knew that the girls were in trouble, yet he didn’t expect his son to be involved. I’ve got to find them. he thought as he jumped right on out of bed. They need me. They had my son. His mind was reeling at the thought of where they all would be; therefore, he had decided to go on out and find them.

I need to find them. he thought as he looked on out the motel’s window. I need to find them now. 

His mind had stopped while he was looking on out the window. He couldn’t find the van nor the cab. Hell, he couldn’t even find any traces of any cars being in that parking lot.

“What the?” his eyes were still skimming through the parking lot. 

Was this all just a dream? Could it just be something that he had dreamed about? Or was it just a nightmare?

His mind was reeling over the idea of what had happened in his dreams. He knew that it was all just a dream, yet he didn’t expect it to be so real to him. Maybe this was just a wake up call. he thought as he sat at the edge of the bed. A wake up call to something big.

A simple ring from the motel phone had snapped him back into reality.

“Hmm..” Kristoff groans as he answers the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey,” a hushed tone on the other line had spoke, “you up?”

“Yeah.” Kristoff whispers. “What’s going on?”

“You see those two men out there?” Sven asks, causing Kristoff to take another look out the window.

“Yes.”

“Do you know who they are?”

“That’s Hans and the sheriff.” Kristoff answers, making himself feel guilty.

“Well did you tell them that you were here?” Sven had asked.

“I told the sheriff that I was staying here.” Kristoff had answered back, just as his personal cell was vibrating in his pocket.

“Well guess what,” his new friend whispers through the phone, “they’re here for you.”

“Did you tell them that I was here?” Kristoff panicked as he hid between the bed and the wall.

“No,” Sven answers, “but I know that they ain’t stupid.”

Kristoff just lets out a raspy breath.

“Now don’t be an idiot and just stay low.” Sven had insisted just before he hung up the phone.

Crap! Kristoff had thought as he answered his personal cell phone. “Hello.”

“Kristoff,” his mother had spoken through the phone, “it’s been three days. Where are you?”

“Mom.” Kristoff whispers through the phone.

“Where are  you?”

“I’m at work.” Kristoff answers while he was trying to hide his fears from her.

“Kristoff,” she continues, “Bradley has been asking for you. I don’t know what to say to him. He misses you.”

“I miss him too, Mom.” Kristoff states while he was keeping an eye out for his worst enemies.

“Look,” his mother began, “I know how hard it is to be a single parent. I was a single mother to you, when you were just a child.”

Kristoff had remained still at those words, as he saw shadows forming at the edge of his window.

“But we made it through,” his mother continues, “and now here we are.”

“I understand Mom.” Kristoff sighs in defeat. “May I speak to Bradley, please?”

“Alright,” she lets out in a whisper, “but I’m only doing this for him.”

“Thanks Mom.” Kristoff whispers while his mother was handing over the phone.

“Hi Daddy!” his son had called out with excitement.

“Hey buddy.” Kristoff says with a hushed tone as he heard the door being pounded on. “How are you?”

“I’m good.” Bradley’s voice had echoed into his heart. “Daddy, why are we whispering?”

“Why don’t we play a game?” Kristoff had suggested, causing his boy to be really excited. “Tell me you favorite color.”

“Blue.” Bradley answers.

“Favorite toys?”

“Well I like my race cars.” Bradley adds with his usual innocent tone.

“I know.” Kristoff whispers with pride. “Now tell me what’s your favorite TV show?”

“NASCAR.” his son had spoken, just after the knocking had stopped.

“I see.” Kristoff whispers with haste as he heard the door knob move about.

“Daddy.” his son spoke over the phone.

Kristoff had remained still as he heard the commotion going on outside of his motel room. He couldn’t believe that he was this close to losing his life over the two sisters. He knew that Hans would do anything to hurt him, yet he didn’t expect them to leave so soon. Maybe some else is out there. he thought as he pressed his back up against the wall. His heart was hammering at the unknown, yet he figured that he had to stay safe and away from that motel window.

“Hey,” a familiar voice had muffled through the door, “it’s Sven. They’re gone.”

“What” Kristoff whispers back as he got on up from his spot.

“They’re gone.” Sven answers.

“Are you serious?” Kristoff states while he was opening up the motel door.

“Dead serious.” Sven answers with a serious look on his face.

“So what are we gonna do?” Kristoff asks, not knowing what else to say.

“We are going to get you out of here.” Sven answers as he pulls Kristoff on out of the motel room. “C’mon let’s go to my place. It’ll be safe there.”

“Alright.” Kristoff nods.

He may think that it’ll be safe there, but he doesn’t know for how long.

#priceless au #frozen fandom #kristanna fandom

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Danganronpa: Another IF (Chapter 5, Part 4, Finale Part 2)

            “Thunderous applause for working out something so obvious a monkey could do it… Oh, wait. That gets no applause at all.” Junko snarked.

            “H-Hold on…” Sayaka stuttered. “You called Mukuro… your older sister…”

            Junko grinned madly.

            “That’s exactly right! You recalled something that was said five seconds ago, good for you! Indeed… Mukuro is my hopeless older twin sister…”

            “Twin sister…?” Celes echoed.

            “I am me. And Mukuro is Mukuro.” Junko proclaimed. “No matter how much makeup she wears, Mukuro can never become the Ultimate Fashionista. As long as the barrier exists between mind and the body, two beings can never become one… even if they are twins. It almost feels cliché, so I’m embarrassed to admit it… But it’s the truth. Mukuro Ikusaba—the archetypal ‘athletic older sister’—and me—the archetypal ‘adorable genius little sister.’ The Ultimate Despair crew called us the ‘Despair Sisters’!”

            She was cackling madly toward the end, signaling a change in Junko.

            “Did you just suddenly… change your personality?” Leon asked warily.

            “I already told ya! I’m fickle beyond hope—I even get tired of my own personality!”

            Fujisaki stared nervously at the floor.

            “If you’re twin sisters… Why are your last names different?”

            “That question again…” Junko rolled her eyes. “I get it all the damn time… I don’t care if it’s your first offense—I’ve had to answer that same question to the point of despair! Anyway! It’s cliché as fuck, so come up with something yourself and we’ll roll with that!”

            Makoto looked over at Mukuro in concern. Something occurred to him just now.

            “So wait… You put your sister out in the open with the rest of us, in harm’s way? Why…?” He didn’t get to finish as Junko cleared her throat and put on some glasses, switching personalities again.

            “Right. Allow me to explain. For this project, I required someone to pull the strings behind the scenes in the academic coliseum. Someone to operate Monokuma and keep watch over all of you—in a word, a ‘Mastermind’… However, according to my calculations, Mukuro Ikusaba was incapable of serving that role. She was, after all, a pitiful sister. The kind of incomparably pitiful sister who would go off on her own and enlist in a mercenary group. For that reason, I took the behind-the-scenes role and elected to leave her out in the open as a student. Keeping her with me behind the curtain was an option, but she wouldn’t have been of any help there… Besides, like I said, fifteen participants is a nice, round number. But then, there was the dilemma of Mukuro Ikusaba’s title, ‘Ultimate Soldier’. It is, in a word, ‘3H’. Hopelessly foul, hopelessly disgusting, and hopelessly repulsive… To know that she was far removed from the needs of the society required no calculation on my part. On the other hand, it would have been a shame to let the beauty of my Fashionista title go to waste.”

            Kirigiri narrowed her eyes.

            “So that’s… why you switched places?”

            Junko went on.

            “However, she resembled me even less than I had calculated. Despairingly so… She was no better than a filler character—a ‘Girl A’, so to speak… Coupled with her underwhelming appearance, many predicted she would be one of the first murdered.”

            That got Mukuro to stiffen and look at Junko strangely. Had… Had Junko seriously contemplated killing her at some point? The soldier recalled many times in the past when she had attempted to do so… But this was the Killing Game. Though she was ashamed to admit it now, it was a project she had wholeheartedly supported… because it was what Junko wanted. She thought that, had she listened to Junko’s every instruction, her sister would stop the murder attempts, even for a little while… But then… Was that why Junko wanted her to kill Naegi? Just so she could be executed for it?

            “Don’t tell me… the only reason…!” Makoto exclaimed, coming to a similar conclusion as Mukuro.

            “Naturally, that’s not the only reason. There was also the more prevalent fact that I’d gotten tired of her. You know… I’ve never ooonce had things go according to plan… It’s like, by planning things out, I know what’s gonna happen, so I started getting booored…” Junko made a cutesy expression, switching personalities again. “… so I had a change of heart and was gonna use the last murder case as a chance to be done with her! But then that stupid, ugly bitch had to get cold feet, and pique my interest with her defiance… But that worked, too! ‘Cause I could just use the scenario to erase Kirigiri instead!”

            Mukuro reeled back as Junko concretely confirmed it. Junko… was just going to have her kill Makoto, and she probably wouldn’t have had a fair trial afterward… That, or Monokuma would have left a trail of evidence a mile wide, all pointing to her as the culprit. In that scenario, there would have been no point to defying Junko and fighting for her life. Junko would’ve been the only person she had left. Makoto would be dead, and she had no strong connection with the others… In all likelihood, she would have just accepted her death, because it’s what Junko would have wanted.

            Somehow, she didn’t take comfort in the fact Junko decided to call of that option… And maybe it was because… Junko could still want to execute her on a whim… Like in this final Class Trial, should everyone lose.

            Junko never said that if she won that they would both live… As her explanation just made clear, Mukuro was a student in the coliseum. If Junko won… she was going to be the sole survivor. Mukuro was just going to be another casualty.

            Mukuro’s hand clenched around her chest… That didn’t make her choice any easier. If anything, when voting time came, this was going to be the most difficult decision of her life…

            While Mukuro had been ruminating, Junko had apparently rambled on, gushing to everyone else about the greatness of Despair. And now they were to the point of working out what the motives were for, and how they tied to the memories that were stolen. Interpersonal relations, the past, greed, and betrayal… were all very cliché motives indeed, but they are not the only motives in the world. They were Junko’s seeds of Despair. Things that drove people to murder, and thus spark Despair in them. Junko claimed that they Despaired because they had Hope, and that the two concepts were two sides of the same coin – you cannot have one without the other.

            It took Junko flat-out stating it, but the reason their memories were stolen… was because they had all promised they would stay their whole lives in this academy, if necessary. They did not desire to escape. And without that desire, they were never going to kill each other… She stole their memories to encourage thoughts of escape.

            To nudge the trial along, Junko showed off pictures of the outside world. Of course, none of them had memories of those horrific sights… So to them, these pictures were bizarre and outlandish. Junko egged them on, saying the trial couldn’t continue on if no one could remember what those images were about… and that’s when Mukuro reached a decision.

            “… It’s the Biggest, Most Atrocious, Most Despair-Inducing Incident in human history.” Mukuro explained to them all, earning her sister’s ire. “It’s… the reason the academy was converted into a shelter.”

            Junko growled at the soldier’s defiant attitude.

            “Hey! What happened to no hints?! I explicitly told you, no hints!”

            Mukuro shook her head.

            “Ah, but it’s something they heard about before, remember? Junko, you told me I could contribute to the trial if it’s about information they already had… And they’d heard about it from Alter Ego, when he decrypted those files.”

            Junko backed off when her sister reminded her of that… It was true. Mukuro wasn’t technically breaking any rules… The files had said as much. Junko still looked pissed.

            “S-So, wait…” Leon began to sweat. “You’re sayin’… We closed ourselves off in this academy… because the world basically ended? How does that even work?!”

            Celes cupped a hand over her mouth as she nodded in agreement.

            “I do believe we would have noticed signs that the world was ending, before we entered the academy…”

            Junko cocked her head smugly.

            “Hmm…? You mean when you entered the academy two years ago…?” She grinned.

            “T-Two years…!” Mondo exclaimed, reeling back in shock.

            “… That would explain the photos…” Sayaka mused.

            “And Hagakure’s notebook…” Makoto added, to the idol’s confusion.

            “Huh?” The blue-haired idol tilted her head at the Luckster.

            “It was on the second floor of the dorms… Like Kirigiri said, she found a notebook of hers in one of the lockers… But that wasn’t all. Using the Emergency Use e-handbook that was found in the Headmaster’s secret room, I went ahead and investigated the other lockers. There wasn’t really much in the few that I could open, but there was one that still had stuff inside… A crystal ball, tarot cards, and a bunch of notebooks and other supplies. And one of the notebooks had Hagakure’s name written in it.”

            “H-Hold on…!” Mondo scrambled to recover. “You’re saying… those lockers belonged to us?!”

            “They’d have to… for Kirigiri and Hagakure to have lockers up there…” Fujisaki remarked.

            “But I never even attended a single class here!” Leon continued to deny it.

            “Hagakure’s notes suggested otherwise…” Makoto refuted the baseball star. “And if we studied here for two years, then it’s no surprise Hagakure had so many notes!”

            Kirigiri cupped her chin in thought.

            “I see… So that’s when it ‘started’ for each of us…” At her friends’ confused glances, she elaborated. “Each of us blacked out upon setting foot on campus. I would wager that sensation of blacking out was actually just the loss of our memories… We attended school for two years. The Biggest, Most Atrocious, Most Despair-Inducing Incident in human history happens outside the academy walls, and we agree to shelter ourselves in here...”

            “Because Headmaster Kirigiri wanted to protect you from all that wonderful Despair outside~!” Junko preened. She then slipped on her glasses again. “But he never considered that there was Despair inside as well…”

            Everyone with amnesia sobered up as it all came crashing down on them. The revelations. They’d attended school for two years… possibly became the closest of friends, and experienced growth as a class. Junko and Mukuro worked behind the scenes to bring about the end of the world, and they then sheltered themselves here, most likely so that they could fix the world later when the worst of it was over… A monumental task indeed, but not an impossible one for Ultimates like them.

            And then… tragedy struck, as Junko made her move and stole their memories. Confused and befuddled them, making them strangers to one another again, and inspired them to murder…

            “And those cameras…” Fujisaki remembered with a whimper.

            “That’s riiight~!” Junko chirped. “All your atrocious murders have been broadcast the world over! Some people on the outside haven’t given up yet, and that’s another reason you all had to kill each other~… You guys had to bring it on home to those people that hope is a joke! That even beacons of hope can feel despair~…”

            And that was the long and short of it. The full extent of Junko and Mukuro’s betrayal. And yet… something still stuck out to Makoto.

            “What do you mean… ‘another reason’…?”

            Some perked their ears up at that. It was true. Junko had said that.

            … The fashionista adopted a sad personality.

            “W-Well… It’s just… spending two years together as a class, even I couldn’t stop growing close to you guys!” Junko sobbed. “So… to have you all kill each other… to have the most important people in my life take their own lives… It’s… It’s so despairingly wonderful~… Orgasmic, really…”

            They all just stared at the blonde, who was without a doubt insane… But before they could even grow angry about it, Junko clapped her hands together.

            “However, as fun as this is, we don’t have any more time to talk… It’s time we brought this to a close.”

            “Bring it to a close…?” Makoto echoed hollowly.

            “Ballot time, obviously! Those are the rules, aren’t they?” Junko got all cutesy again. “Oh, and by the way, since this is the final ballot, I decided to change up the rules a bit, toooo!”

            “You changed them?” Sayaka asked in bewilderment.

            “You guys are Hope, and I’m Despair!” Junko said, holding up Monokuma playfully. “The vote is to decide which of those two deserve to be punished… And if there’s even one vote in favor of punishing Hope… then I will be declared the victor, and Team Hope will be punished!”

            “E-Even one vote?!” Fujisaki yelped with wide eyes.

            “Ah, no worries. I will, of course, not be participating in the ballot.” Junko said like it was no big deal. “And to make things even more fair, my disappointing older sister will be on your side! Because she’s a stinky traitor that got too buddy-buddy with you all.”

            Mondo growled lowly at the fashionista’s proposed rules.

            “You’ve got way too many advantages, bitch…!”

            “Don’t worry… Nobody here would choose… to have themselves executed…” Makoto assured the biker.

            “Oh, and while we’re at it—if I win, you guys’ punishment… is to peacefully and quietly go senile inside the academy! That’s what I’ve decided on!”

            ... Needless to say, this caught them all off-guard.

            “Huh?” Makoto asked intelligibly.

            “So… you’re basically saying…” Leon trailed off uncertainly.

            “We’d just… continue living here?” Fujisaki asked in disbelief.

            “It means we can survive…” Mondo scowled.

            Junko got all sad again.

            “And if you don’t like that… then you can punish me… and go out into the world…The dead world. A world in which only Despair exists. I don’t imagine you’ll survive long.”

            “Wh-What’s your point?!” Makoto questioned. “No matter what you say… we…”

            Junko cut him off rather excitedly.

            “Stop right there! I just realized something. Just having you rot away in here is pretty damn dull, ain’t it? The audience’ll never go for it. All right, I’ve got it! I’ll give one of you one spectacular mothafuckin’ punishment!”

            “What?!” Sayaka exclaimed distressfully. “You mean…

            “That one person… will be executed?” Celes finished for her.

            “As for who… I’ve got that under control! Naegi! You’re the one!” Junko cackled.

            “M-Me…?” Makoto asked in horror.

            “I don’t like you, Naegi!” Junko told him bluntly. “You’ve been reeeally defiant! In short, I’m giving you two choices… If even one of you wishes to punish Hope… then Naegi will receive a cruel punishment, and everyone else will live happily together here… But if you all wish to punish me, then I’ll have you leave this place. And you will leave. And then you will die miserable deaths in the outside world. So basically, if you throw Naegi to the sharks, the rest of you get to live!”

            That got looks of dismay from everyone in the room. Not because of Junko’s pessimistic belief that they’d die once they left here, but because… if there was even one vote… one… They’d lose Makoto for real. The guy who came back to them. Made them feel unified again, even when they had doubted each other in this final trial…

            And it was obvious to Junko that they all had doubts, even Makoto himself.

            “What’s this? All outta steam? Not so sure of yourself anymore? Are you afraid of getting punished?” Junko jeered. “Do you not trust your friends…?”

            More than a few winced at that mere suggestion. It was true they had fallen apart without him… So it was natural he’d experience doubt here, too. This was their lives on the line, supposedly.

            “N-No! That’s not it!” Makoto insisted.

            “It’s only natural that you would be experiencing fear. Everyone else seems to have come to the realization that fighting against me is a meaningless endeavor…” As Junko trailed off, Makoto took another look around the room. But it wasn’t quite what Junko was suggesting… There wasn’t self-doubt written on their faces, it was suspicion directed at one another. Especially Mukuro, who was actually the only one conflicted about this ballot time. “Yes… I love those faces… They’re beautiful, eroded away by Despair… Kirigiri can’t betray her daddy, and Muku can’t betray me! Just one person’s Despair means Game Over for ya! It’s hopeless, Naegi! You’re fucked! Hey, hey, who do you think is gonna do it? Whose Despair is gonna kill Naegi?”

            Makoto looked down momentarily before placing a hand over his hear.

            “No one… is going to give in to Despair!” He vowed. He pointed at her in righteous fury. “No one… is going to lose to you!”

            Junko just sighed.

            “You’re no fun… Stubborn to the bitter end… Ah, whatever. Let’s get this over with... The final ballot… It ends there—your dubious Hope… and you, as well!”

            And just like that, they entered the final debate. Junko listed out every reason why they would be “fucked” if they left the academy… How it would be betraying the Headmaster, who so earnestly wished to protect them. She listed it all.

            And yet… One by one, Makoto got through to his friends. It was an uphill battle, but Makoto addressed each of them in turn.

            Leon…

            “You know… I honestly thought I hated baseball!” The Ultimate All-Star confessed. He grinned roguishly as he ran a hand through his wild mane of hair. “But Naegi got me thinkin’! It’s not really the sport that’s a pain in the ass, it’s those stupid regulations about cuttin’ your hair, wearin’ a uniform! All that formal bullshit, I hate it! But… not the game itself. There’s just somethin’ about it… It’s a part of who I am, and there’s no friggin’ way I’m gonna let the guy who taught me that take the fall so I can ‘live’!”

            Mondo…

            “Aiyah…” Mondo hung his head as he placed his hands on his hips. “My bros would kill me if I just threw Naegi to the sharks… Daiya and Ishimaru both…” He then looked up and gave a thumb’s up and a massive grin. “I’m not strong. Much as I try to be on my own, I’m just a reckless little shit that got both his bros killed! I’d be a dumbass to let it happen a third time!”

            Fujisaki…

            “I ran away from being a boy because I wasn’t physically strong… And other boys would give me weird looks for not joining them in most games… I was so scared about my secret getting out, and then worried for Mondo because he lost his temper in the heat of the moment I decided to be brave! I was worried you all would hold that over his head…” Fujisaki muttered quietly, head bowed before he looked up, his face lit with the brightest grin he could muster. “But Makoto understood, and made me comfortable with my real strengths! I’m really good with computers, and I want to help people that way instead of working on my physical weakness… And… I want to be strong in character, like Makoto is. So… I’m not going to let him die here!”

            Kyoko…

            “… I didn’t know my father, so I can’t tell you what he wanted for me… but if he really was my father—if only by blood—then I’m certain… he would never tell me to stay here if it meant deserting Naegi… I can’t explain why, but I know I’m right… Just because I didn’t know him… doesn’t mean I can’t understand him, I suppose…”

             Celes…

            “Ehehe…” The gambler held a hand over her mouth as she tinklingly laughed. “Trying to inspire Hope in me, when all I’ve ever wanted to do is escape from here… Truly, you are an amusing knight, Makoto. That is what you promised, is it not? Perhaps that is why you try to reassure me, even now, when it is your life at stake, and not mine… There is only one suitable response in this situation. Makoto, let us escape together! I will not accept anything less.”

            Sayaka…

            “Makoto… You know my vote was never going to be to punish you…” The idol beamed kindly. “In all that time reaching for my dream, I saw the worst of society, getting disheartened day after day… But then… I saw you, even if it was only from a distance at first. You proved to me people could be better. They could look beyond themselves, and not expect anything in return! You showed me that being selfless was possible, and that selflessness was the whole reason I wanted to be an idol in the first place! There’s no way I could let Junko execute you. Not now, not ever. I lost you once already, and I’m never letting her take you away again…”

            And finally… Mukuro…

            “… Makoto…” The soldier trailed off at first, hand clenched to her chest, gaze down. “This isn’t an easy decision for me to make… I’m literally being forced to choose between you and Junko. Whatever I choose, one of you is going to die…” She looked up with fierce determination. “But… In the end, my trust in Junko has been shaken. Even if I voted for Hope to be punished so that she could live, there’s no guarantee she would really let any of us to ‘live’ in this academy… And while I place little value on my own life, as well as the lives of others, I can’t help but remember how painful it was to lose you… and how relieved I was when you came back to us. I couldn’t bear to go through with that again. Your ‘death’ hurt me worse than any physical injury could have… I have no desire to feel such Despair again. Like Junko said… I’m not her. I can never be her. I swore my loyalty to her because she was family, and she always seemed to be the ‘brain’ between us… But if she’s just going to hit me with another dose of Despair – your real death – and then kill me later, I might as well turn the tables while I can. Junko ordered me to be a student along with all of you, and I’ll consider that her last official order. I… was a member of Class 78, too, so that won’t be a problem… right? I thought a soldier was supposed to never question orders… but… watching everyone here defy Monokuma at every turn, watching you defy him, Makoto, it started making me think what a soldier can fight for. They can fight for the sake of the mission… Or they can fight to protect. And I… I want to be that kind of soldier. I want to protect… you… because you got me to start thinking about the world outside of Junko, You’ve never asked for anything except to be friends, and I… like that… When we get out of here, I’ll be sure to protect you from the Despair that’s out there. If you can affect me, a member of Ultimate Despair, you can easily change all of those people Junko tricked into joining her cause!”

            As Mukuro concluded her speech, which put all of them but Junko at ease, Kirigiri smiled and added a little more input.

            “You know, I don’t think it was Luck or misfortune that brought you here to Hope’s Peak… You’re here for a completely different reason… You’re here to crush the Ultimate Despair… and never relenting in your stand against Despair itself… We should be calling you the Ultimate Hope.” The Ultimate Detective crossed her arms in satisfaction. Junko, meanwhile, reeled back in anger and shock.

            “What… the hell? What the hell are you?! You sicken me… This is absolutely nauseating… Your faces, your words, your interactions… they disgust me! That doesn’t make you cool, y’know?! You’re lame! You’re lame, you’re lame, you’re lame! You suck! You suck, you suck, you suck, you suck…!”

            Makoto closed his eyes in concentration.

            ‘I’m not a world-class anything—nor would I say I have any special abilities worthy of calling ‘Hope’… However… However, I will not…!’

            And just like that, Junko and Makoto entered the final part of the debate – just between him and her. she threw insults and all sorts of negativity at him, but he shot through all those derogatory remarks…

            “Despair of tomorrow! Despair of the unknown! Despair of your memories!” Junko taunted, but Makoto shook his head.

            “Hope keeps on going…!” The Luckster proclaimed passionately. “I will not give up, and I will not give in. I will not grow weary of myself, or the world. I will not abandon the things and people I care about. And I will not succumb to Despair! I mean, my optimism is my one redeeming quality!”

            Junko was at a total loss for words.

            “What… the hell?! What the freaking hell?!”

            With the debate come to a close, Celes placed her hands on her hips and glanced around the room.

            “It looks like we’re done here. I suppose it’s Ballot Time?”

            Leon ran a hand through his hair.

            “We cast our ballot with the switch here, right?”

            “Okay! Here goes…!” Fujisaki cheered.

            “Finally…! Time to end this fucking ‘game’…!” Mondo grinned.

            “Let’s put an end to this Class Trial… and all the bloodshed it represents…” Kirigiri intoned solemnly.

            “With our own hands!” Sayaka agreed wholeheartedly.

            Mukuro and Makoto both smiled, having nothing else to add. They all cast their ballots… and the slot machine ended up on three faces of Junko. Despair was found Guilty… and Despair would be punished…

            “Huh…? What just…” Junko trailed off in disbelief.

            “Junko Enoshima… you lose.” Kirigiri asserted.

            “Lose? Lose? I did? Th-That’s… That’s…!”

            Leon groaned.

            “What now? You gonna deny it?”

            Celes rolled her eyes.

            “Figures. Even the Ultimate Despair is vulnerable to a dose of her own Despair…”

            “Deny it all you want, it won’t change a thing!” Sayaka said firmly.

            But Junko continued on…

            “THAT’S—FREAKING AMAZING~!!” Junko grinned rather gleefully.

            “H-Huh…?” Fujisaki didn’t understand… none of them did.

            “This… This is Despair!” Junko cooed. “I came to this academy… two years ago… and I toiled away, crafting the most intricate plan… I was even gonna sacrifice my sister for its success! And yet, in the end, I still failed! There is no greater Despair in this world!”

            “Wh-What… What are you talking about?” Makoto wanted to try and understand, even if Junko was perhaps the evilest person he’d ever met.

            “I was Despairingly hopeless! From the moment I came into this world, I was tired of everything!” Junko gushed. “So I’ve been looking forward to this moment… this once-in-a-lifetime experience… my whole life… My first and last chance to experience the most awesome Despair! The moment of my death! And to experience it alongside the world-class Despair of my project’s failure… Ahh! I’m so hopelessly ecstatic!”

            “Is she… happy?” Fujisaki asked warily.

            “In any event… you admit defeat, yes?” Kirigiri asked for clarification.

            “Aha… Ahahahaha! It doesn’t really matter whether I’ve won or lost! ‘Cause, either way, it’s all the same for you guys, in the end… Despair outside, and Despair inside! There’s nothing but Despair for you!”

            “N-No… You’re…” Makoto trailed off, only for Mukuro to support him.

            “You’re wrong.” The soldier fixed her sister with a stern glare.

            “Hrmm?” Junko faced her sister curiously, having not seen Mukuro talk back to her like this.

            “I… I can’t claim to be onboard with the concept of ‘Hope’ yet… But if that’s what it means to support Makoto, then I’ll do it! I’ll make sure to undo all of your plans, even on the outside! I was in deep enough to know a lot of your major plans, so seeing them foiled will not be difficult at all. Because… it will bring you even greater Despair, and I’ve always wanted to give you what you want, Junko… Even if you never praise me, I’ll work hard to undo everything!”

            “We’re not afraid of your Despair anymore…” Celes chimed in.

            “We’ve made up our minds! We’re going out there, our Hope held high!” Mondo added.

            “Naegi talked us into it…” Leon chuckled sheepishly.

            “Our little Ultimate Hope~!” Sayaka cooed, pecking Makoto on the cheek and making him blush.

            “Junko Enoshima, you said that Despair spreads like a contagion… Well, Hope does the same thing.” Kirigiri said matter-of-factly. “I’d say the eight of us are the proof you need of that.”

            “K-Kirigiri…!” Makoto smiled in gratitude.

            Junko was still locking eyes with Mukuro, but then she reeled back in disgust.

            “I just can’t get a break, can I? Even Muku growing a spine from out of nowhere… There’s no way such a useless older sister will actually be of help to you guys… I despise that look you guys get at times like this! I know I’m only inviting more pain by doing this, by prolonging how long I have to look at those faces…” Junko calmed down marginally. “… But one last thing. You guys have this helpless obsession with Hope, and if you don’t wanna let that go, that’s fine and all… but you’d best prepare yourselves… because from here on out, you’ll find Despair cropping up to block your path at every turn. No matter which road you take… no matter where you try and hide… Wherever there’s Hope, there will always be Despair—like the two sides of a coin, they’re inseparable. Will you guys be able to hold firm in your devotion to Hope through all of that?”

            “O-Of course we will… We…” Naegi trailed off, only to get cut off by Enoshima again.

            “Don’t bother! I’m just talking to myself here! There’s no need for you to respond!” Junko sighed dreamily. “But even that must come to an end… After all, it’s about time for my punishment, don’t you think?!”

            “You intend… to execute yourself?” Kirigiri asked.

            “Those are the rules!” Junko preened. She then fixed Mukuro with a moody glare. “And if you even think about interfering, I’ll have the remote crushed, and you’ll still all be trapped in here! You know I’ll do it!”

            Mukuro closed her eyes in resignation, but Makoto spoke up.

            “I don’t… really think it’s necessary for you to…” He got cut off again…

            “Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!!!” Junko screamed.

            “What?!” Makoto was taken aback.

            “Have you listened to a word I said?! I have no Hope for my life! Quite the opposite—I’m giddy with anticipation for the once-in-a-lifetime chance to taste death’s Despair… So back off!!!” Soon enough, Junko hovered over the red button that had plagued them throughout all the trials. “Upupu… Upupupu! Ahh, so this is death’s Despair… It’s exquisite! I wish I could have shared even just ten percent… no, even just one percent of this Despair… with the rest of the world! I wish I could have taken the world and coated it in this marvelous Despair! Now, let’s begin! I have a very special punishment reserved for last…! Let’s get this ball rollin’! IIIT’S PUNISHMENT TIIIME! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

            With that crazed speech given, her eyes swirling deeply with Despair, Junko finally pressed down on the button… And the usual sequence began. The screens over the survivors read, “Congratulations! Junko Enoshima has been found guilty. Commencing execution…” An 8-bit sprite version of Junko walked off the screens with Monokuma gleefully, rather than being dragged like the past murderers had been…

            It wasn’t a single execution. Junko was put through a montage of executions… One where she was tied to a post and bombarded with baseballs. One where she sat on a motorcycle that ran around in a motorcycle cage that was electrified. One where she had to operate a computer to shut defuse a countdown… and was summarily given the electric chair for successfully defusing it. There was one where she had to sing and hit the notes of a karaoke song, to fill a score meter until it was full, and a beartrap along the edge of the stage; the trap snaps closed just as she’s about to fill the meter all the way. There was one where she had to navigate a field of landmines, and failed to do anything when Monokuma flew by in a bomber plane and dropped a nuke. There was, “The Burning of the Versailles Witch,” where she was in the midst of burning flames, and then crushed by a firetruck. There was, “The Space Journey,” where she went up in a rocket and swiftly came crashing back down.

            There’d been one execution for each of them. Makoto had a feeling the last one would’ve been reserved for him…

            Finally… There was the Detention execution. The one that failed for Kirigiri. Junko sat in a chair, without a desk, as the conveyer belt carried her back to a giant metal cube that would utterly crush her… She was holding Monokuma in her lap, flashing a victory sign, and shooting them all a Cheshire grin. Her attitude made them think she would back out at the last second…

            But she never resisted. Soon enough, she was under the cube. The mechanism temporarily stopped, making even Junko think it had malfunctioned again… But just as she looked up… It slammed down on her hard. There was a thick, goopy noise as her blood splattered all over, indicating her death was not faked…

            Junko Enoshima was, without a doubt, permanently dead…

            And what they all presumed to be the escape switch was lying a little away from the cube that had crushed Enoshima, and had ceased working the moment it crushed her. The switch was coated in blood now, but it was otherwise undamaged.

            They would finally be able to escape… The final Class Trial… Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Despair… their lives at the academy… The game was totally, completely over.

            ~*~

            It was over, but the building didn’t go down in a Hollywood-style explosion, and it didn’t all fade to black… It didn’t end in extravagant, flowery detail, nor, really, did anything ending-like happen at all. Everything remained the same.

            Well… except one thing.

            The AC stopped. The thing that Junko called the “air purifier”… shut down. That was it. They would have a little precious time to collect anything they might need to go out into a world that was purportedly war-torn and enveloped in chaos and Despair… But then they would have to leave. They wouldn’t be able to stay.

            … Not that they intended to in the first place… But this, was their Farewell to Despair Academy…

            ~*~

            The eight of them eventually regrouped in the entrance hall, where it had all began. They remained silent for some time, standing in front of the door… caught up in their own epilogue, and all the events that preceded the conclusion.

            After a while, Kirigiri folded her arms.

            “Just standing here isn’t going to get us anywhere… It’s about time we get going…” She nodded to the Luckster. “Naegi, would you do the honors?”

            “S-Sure…” Makoto stuttered, taking the switch from her and feeling its weight in his hands…

            “Do you think it’s real?” Leon couldn’t help but ask. “Is that really the key to this door?”

            “As best as we can guess…” Fujisaki muttered. “Based on what she said, this should open it…”

            “She said she would ensure we left…” Kirigiri rubbed her chin contemplatively. “And then she left us this just before she died… Given that, it seems very likely that this would be the key we need to get out of here.”

            “B-But still… what if it’s, like, a self-destruct button?” Leon proposed. “Enoshima never said we’d leave this place alive…”

            “That is possible, yes…” Kirigiri conceded.

            “But we can just not push it…” Celes pointed out. “The air purifier is dead, and will never work again.”

            That was true. But to quell their fears, Mukuro spoke up.

            “It’s the escape switch. There is no deceit. Jin Kirigiri pressed that button to seal us within, when this all started. Junko could not have tampered with it.”

            Though that might not have meant much, coming from a former enemy… many of them had to admit, it was a little comforting that the Headmaster held the switch before Junko did. It meant that it wasn’t another contraption that she developed… It was possible that she did tweak with the remote, behind Mukuro’s back… But that wasn’t a possibility they liked to dwell on.

            Mondo scowled with determination.

            “Even if it is a trap… We just gotta risk it. I have to know… how the gang’s doing on the outside. The gang Daiya and I created together…”

            “My band… My friends…” Sayaka whispered quietly, hugging her arms in fright, Makoto wrapping his arm around her shoulders in comfort.

            “We should also check on the loved ones of Asahina and the others…” Fujisaki chipped in. “They deserve to know what happened, if they don’t know already!”

            “I just hope… the world we all know and love is waiting for us on the other side of this door…” Leon grinned nervously. “That Enoshima’s story was one big, fat lie…”

            Makoto hummed in thought.

            “But no matter what’s happened to it, it’s still ‘our world’… So, whatever is waiting for us out there… watch out, because here we come. Besides, well, compared to this academy, the world’s a pretty big place… and because of how big it is, there’s obviously always going to be despair somewhere… but there’s just as much hope, y’know?”

            Sayaka loosened up in his arms, marginally.

            “The search for hope—the endeavor to find hope… That, in itself, is true Hope… and as long as you have that, you can keep pressing forward, no matter how hard you fall…”

            Celes giggled, hand covering her mouth again.

            “I’m certain if Togami were here, he would say that he doesn’t need the ‘likes of you’ to tell him that… It would be just like him to look down his nose at someone as… Hopeful as Makoto…”

            Mondo groaned.

            “Oi… Don’t bring up that arrogant sonuvabitch again… I was ready to punch him from day one…”

            “And you did punch Makoto…” Sayaka scowled, to which the biker looked appropriately chagrined.

            “Keep in mind…” Mukuro spoke up again. “There are people on the outside who haven’t given up on Hope yet… Now that we’re through with the trial, I can tell you that one such group is called the Future Foundation, which is made up of Hope’s Peak graduates and former staff… We will not be alone in righting the wrongs I helped to commit…”

            No one denied Mukuro had a hand in creating all this… But, internally, more than a few admitted that Junko really was the brains of the operation. Though Mukuro was misguided, she was loyal to her family… which a lot of them could not find fault with. If you couldn’t find companionship in your family, who could you fall back on?

            … Well, Mukuro would be finding out the answer to that question, now that Junko was gone…

            “Let’s just see what we can do out there…” Kirigiri stated. “I look forward to continuing to work with all of you.”

            “I guess this is goodbye… goodbye to this academy… And Ishimaru, Asahina, Sakura…” Fujisaki said.

            “Yamada, Togami, Fukawa, and Hagakure as well…” Celes remarked, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Though I would normally charge for my services… If you are ever in need, come and talk to me. Whether or not I will be able to help you is another matter…”

            “It had to happen sooner or later… Let’s send everyone off with a smile!” Sayaka said, smiling sadly. “I’ll… I’ll come up with some songs to pay homage to them!”

            “Guys, if you ever need some muscle, just holler! I’ll come runnin’ over in a flash!” Mondo promised.

            “That goes for me, as well…” Mukuro admitted, knowing Makoto would at least want to help his friends here. She planned to stick close to his side, though.

            “I’m not gonna miss this place…” Leon admitted.

            “I can’t say I will, either.” Kirigiri concurred. “But I do kind of feel strange about leaving…”

            “I’m not quite sure how to put it into words…” Makoto said finally. “… but I guess this is our graduation, huh? Well, then… Here goes!”

            Finally, Makoto pressed the switch… with his own hands… with their own hands… they would walk through the door to the future where Hope and Despair were intertwined… They had Hope, so they would soar. They had Hope, so they would continue the fight, and right the wrongs of the past.

            With little fanfare, there was a large blaring sound as the door’s mechanisms began to unlock and open. The turrets trained at the door went up into the ceiling, and the iron door finally opened…

            They’d earned the freedom they yearned for since the beginning...

#Danganronpa #Makoto Naegi #Sayaka Maizono #Mukuro Ikusaba #Makoto x Sayaka #Makoto x Mukuro #Naegi x Maizono #Naegi x Ikusaba #Naezono #Naekusaba

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Protector pt. 4

Characters: Derek x Reader, Isaac, Chris, Gerard

Warnings: Mention of suicide, Drug use (marijuana) 

A/N: This started as a filler and it kinda blossomed. Also, for some reason I forgot about season 5 lol. So let’s just pretend that nothing changed with Duke and Gerard. Please be advised there’s a huge amount of drug use but remember, I age up to about 21/22. Thank you all for even glimpsing at my story.

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You rolled and stretched across the unfamiliar bed, reaching for the familiar form you usually felt. You kept reaching and felt nothing, then you remembered. You were mad at him.

“Morning Sunshine.” An unfamiliar voice echoed through the room, you opened your eyes to see a lanky boy with curly blond hair leaning over you with a shit eating grin on his face.

“What the fu–” you shot up and hit him with a pillow before scrambling to the headboard of the motel bed.

The boy had the audacity to laugh as he caught it with ease. After a second look at the boy you noticed that it was Isaac. Isaac who had eight deep claw marks and bullet wound and was writhing in pain less than 24 hours ago. Unless you were dreaming. A look around the hotel room suggested otherwise, with the bloodied sheets and the makeshift IV still on the nightstand being the most obvious evidence. How was he up and walking?

“Isaac!” The familiar boom of Derek’s voice sounded. “This is why you were a shitty beta” he said, glaring at the boy after walking to the room from outside. Beta? Derek definitely wasn’t a frat bro. What could he have meant?

“You said she needed to wake up.” Isaac defended himself.

“I said I would wake her up” Derek said, making his way over to you. “Stay away from her, dumbass”

You snorted to hold in your laughter. Even though you were mad at him, it was nice to see Derek letting loose around someone other than you. But why should he stay away from you. The sound made Derek’s head turn in your direction, you looked away.

“Anyway, it’s your turn to shower, dollface” Isaac said with a daring wink. Derek growled at the action and you walked to the restroom.

“Oh I-” you stopped and turned around.

“Got it.” Derek was already there with a towel and your clothes folded. You took it with a small smile. He didn’t give one back, instead his eyes bore into yours.

You looked into his eyes and realised that you weren’t truly mad at him. You were hurt, afraid, and all around tired of being kept in the dark. You brushed your fingers against his lightly and turned back, entering the restroom letting Derek close the door behind you. You turned on the shower and leaned against the door. You faintly heard Derek speaking and pressed your ear to the door to hear what they were saying.

“-Am I supposed to explain that?” Derek’s angry voice shot through the room.

“She seriously doesn’t know?” You heard what you thought to be Isaac say in an amused tone.

“No. And I’d like to keep it that way for a little while longer. You’re supposed to be injured” Derek said with a grunt.

“Calm down, I am…See.” he must have shown his wounds.

“Not nearly as bad as you should be.” Derek said in frustration. “Clean this up.” Was the last you heard before you heard the door slam. “And I don’t think I need to tell you what I’ll do to you if you so much as talk to her” Derek said before the door slammed again. —– The car ride was awkward to say the least. You sat next to Derek with a dumbfounded look on your face halfway through Denver. Chris was driving once again, trying to ignore the two younger men’s animosity. Well, Derek’s outright glare at Isaac as he went along as if he hadn’t gotten a bullet lodged out of him recently. What a weirdo.

“That woman’s going to think you murdered me” you were talking to Chris. He laughed at your statement because it was true. You’d left the bloodied sheets folded into a corner in the room.

“It’s a good thing I used a fake name.” He let out one more laugh.

“And burnt off your fingertips” Isaac said nonchalantly. What?!

“Enough! Isaac.” The bellow didn’t come from Derek, who looked ready to lunge at the boy. But, it came from Chris. “He is your sire. Respect his wishes” Chris said to the boy, his voice lowered to it’s normal octave. Isaac grunted and looked out the window.

“Are we’re just gonna pretend that I didn’t hear that?” You asked incredulously.

“If we can help it” Chris muttered.

“We can’t”

“Some of our business isn’t exactly legal” Derek spoke up next to you. You rose an eyebrow.

“What the hell?” You asked, none of the men spoke up “Are you part of the mafia?” They all laughed as if it was the funniest joke they’d heard in years.

“Yup. I’m a Gambino” Derek’s eyes danced with amusement.

“Haha.” You said dryly.

Isaac was still laughing and Chris had composed himself. You were getting tired if half truths and skirting around the issue. Derek could tell because throughout the entire morning he’d failed to kiss you on the lips, only the cheek and head. He was getting frustrated and you could tell. He was one for tiny displays of PDA. Like shoulder kisses, quick lip bites and constant touching when he was near, even now, as you were mad at him he kept his leg tightly pressed against yours in the backseat of the ‘inconspicuous’ black SUV.

So yeah, you could say Derek was tense again. The mood had shifted exponentially and the two in the front could tell because Chris decided to blast the college rock station and Isaac just shifted to looking out the window. Who was Derek Hale, who were any of these people? You’d spent almost three years with him and you accepted that he was keeping things from you. Maybe it was because in every television show and book you read when one of the parties in a relationship was hiding something it was something over the top amazing. Like being a spy - you had this silly thought that he was going off and beating up French and Swiss bad guys trying to infiltrate ​the countries security. At one point your thought of Derek being a mafioso came to life when you were out to dinner one night at an Italian place and a man began screaming at him in Italian and yelled back, fluently. That night ended in Derek knocking the guy out and some amazing sex before you both ate your to go cannolis.

You smiled at the fond memory and gripped Derek’s thigh lightly. The touch brought Derek’s eyes to your hand, as he was staring at you previously. He rested his hand atop yours and held tight. Hell, he may not be something as outrageous as a spy or a mafioso but, he was yours. And whatever trouble he was in would become yours. He wasn’t off the hook though. If you were gonna fight this… Duecalion fellow you were going to need to know why. Which brought back all your questions, you were about to ask about Duecalion when Isaac spoke up.

“Hey, we’re in Colorado, right?” Isaac turned to face the backseat​ and both you and Derek nodded.

“Why?” Chris asked beside him.

“Can we get high?” Isaac questioned. It wasn’t a 'can we pull over to smoke’ kind of question, it was a 'are we able to’ kind of question. You rose an eyebrow and tilted your head. You were confused at the question but also intrigued. Was it against the rules in their 'World?’ if so, they’re in for a rude awakening.

“Derek and I get high all the time” you told them seriously. This caused Chris to choke on air and and Isaac to form a lopsided grin.

“Oh really?” He directed his question to Derek.

“Well, not all the time but, in the past we have.” You told them both. Derek just grunted out a yeah.

“And it worke-” Isaac caught himself “I mean you got high?!” Isaac asked well, accused.

“Yes, Isaac. Now shut up.” Derek said.

“Let’s get high!” Isaac bounced in his seat he was not a good listener. You mused.

“It is legal here…” The older men looked at you, shocked. “Watch the road!” You yelled at Chris.

“I can drive with my hands tied behind my back and blindfolded” he said seriously, but turned to face the road either way. At this point, you believed him.

You didn’t go against the idea. You wanted Derek to stop killing Isaac with his eyes repeatedly. If looks could kill, right? Plus, you needed to get your mind off of this without a killer hangover, like the one the shower washed away earlier. Chris pulled into a dispensary and turned to face you, you started pulling out cash to hand to him.

“Yeah right.” Isaac said when you tried to hand him the money. Chris just looked at Derek amused.

“Hey, she likes to pay her way. I’d take it if I were you. She bites” Derek said with a shake of his head. Chris took it after a beat.

“What do you want?” He asked like he was going grocery shopping.

“Blue dream, Grandaddy OG Kush and…” You bit your lip “cheese” you finished. The boys just looked at you as Derek looked kind of…Proud? “If they don’t have that just tell them to make a salad bowl.” You nodded firmly.

“Maybe you should come in with me?” Chris said, a little confused.

“You’re a big boy, Chris. I have faith in you.” You smiled and shooed him. Derek looked at Isaac pointedly.

“I’ll go!” He jumped at the chance to have his first marijuana dispensary experience.

Once the younger and older men were gone Derek spoke up.

“I’m ​sorry. You deserve to know everything. I’m literally dragging you back and forth across the country and you deserve to be in a penthouse with your feet kicked up and a martini in your hand. Or a joint, whatever. You shouldn’t be out here, it’s too dangerous and I’m making you do this for me. Argent told me that you were ready to stab someone last night and I can’t let you do that. I can’t let you get hurt, but I’m afraid you’ll leave if you find out! And if you leave me then I literally have nothing and I can’t take that, I don’t know who I am without you-” Derek’s words were running together at the end of his rant so you stopped him with your lips pressing against his.

“Shut up” you told him as you leant back. “What did I tell you?” You asked him. “There’s gonna have to be a lot more than this to get you away from me. Of course I’d stab someone for you, I eat glass if it meant you’d be okay.” He huffed with a smile at the revelation. “I deal with your mood swings. This is nothing” he rolled his eyes at that. “Seriously though, I want to know. You can’t keep me in the dark for much longer. I can tell I’m about to find out. And I’d rather it be from you” you said honestly. That’s why you haven’t done the obvious thing and outright asked Isaac. “Now go back to being mean, tough Derek before they come back” you said as you placed your hands on both sides of his face and pushed his hair back.

“You’re perfect.” He whispered, more to himself even though he was watching you.

Isaac and Chris came back looking triumphant. They dropped the bags in your lap and you took a look inside, it had all been labeled accordingly. They had blunt wraps, the weed and had even gotten some munchies and poweraid. They were really trying to experience the stoner paradise with this, huh? You thought.

“You know the markup on this food is outrageous,right?” You looked at the two.

“We didn’t want to waste any time getting snacks.” Chris said giddily. You covered your mouth to hold your laughter. “It’s been a long time, okay?” He said with an eye roll which made Derek and Isaac begin to laugh. “I hate you guys” he said with an unmanly pout and hopped in the passenger seat.

Apparently it was time to rotate because they knew exactly what to do, Derek took the Drivers seat but not before placing the armrest down and kissing you heatedly. Isaac groaned and took the seat next to you, separated by the divider. You giggled from your seat and opened the bags up.

Where are we going?“ You asked as you took the weed out and began grinding it up, Isaac watched curiously, Derek watched Isaac and Chris was just enjoying his rock.

"To my bunker, gotta pick some stuff up and, if we’re gonna do this,we have to be safe.” The final man spoke.You rolled your eyes, yeah this is what’s gonna affect our safety.

You opened the package of blunts, broke one open and began dumped the tobacco in the empty bag. Isaac was still watching you and Derek looked up occasionally to watch from the rearview mirror, you winked at him when you caught his eye. You took the ground up weed and put it in the now empty blunt wraps and began rolling, once it was done you made sure to catch Derek’s eyes in the mirror and lick the blunt painfully slow, Isaac almost gasped before ruining your moment by saying.

“Derek… Your girlfriend is so hot” he gave you a small smile and Derek turned around and punched his arm, so quickly you almost missed it. Isaac definitely felt it because he growled and whined. “Fuck!” He held the arm where Derek hit, his eyes looked yellow for a fleeting moment. Must of been his hair in his eyes.

“I know, I see her everyday. She's​ beautiful” He said, a satisfied smile on his lips. You could feel yourself blushing.

“Whatever.” He pouted reminding you of a golden retriever, “Do it again!” He told you, Derek cleared his throat. “What? Do you know how to do it?” He asked holding up the blunt to the two older men in the front. They conceded and you repeated the process three more times. —- By the time you were finished with rolling you were in front of what Chris called a bunker. I guess that’s what it was, truthfully it was three storage containers linked together in an old junk yard. With two bedrooms, a kitchenette a living room and a bathroom. As you entered you thought back to your questions, but Isaac was so excited to smoke that you gave him his blunt just to calm him down. You distributed the other two and Isaac stayed looking confused.

“If you’re anything like Derek, your tolerance is insanely high” you told him. On the occasion that you did smoke, Derek usually smoked his entire blunt and some of yours.

“I..Have no idea how to do this.” Isaac spoke up, Derek snorted, having already lit his, Chris had gone to collecting the items he needed. Which probably meant guns ammo and whatever else he kept in his weird bag.

You smiled and took it from him, lighting it and inhaling deeply before blowing out an O-ring. Isaac looked like a guppy and took his blunt gingerly. He followed your instructions and got the hang of it pretty quickly, coughing after each hit. You reassured him that it’d get better soon.

“You started without me?” Chris asked when he came back, two bags doing over his shoulders.

“Gotta move quicker than that, old man.” Derek said with a chuckle. He just gave Derek a disapproving look before lighting his. You finally had the chance to light yours and plopped down on the uncomfortable couch provided in the bunker.

About thirty minutes later you were laying on the couch on your back, giggling with the guys. Derek sat next next to you with your head in his lap, Isaac was vegging out on the floor and when Chris said he bought munchies for everyone… He really meant himself because you all had one bag of chips between you, Derek and Isaac whilst Chris had hot Cheetos, sour patch kids, Skittles and Reese’s all to himself. He literally smacked your hand as you reached for the Sour Patch Kids, Derek growled and snatched the sour candy from him, dumping the candy in your mouth with a mischievous gleam in his eye. Your eyes widened as he kept going after your mouth was full. You shot up and chewed the candy in your mouth, throwing the few that fell on your lap at him.

“Derek!” You squealed with a laugh scrunched up your face.

“You wanted it.” He muttered, a smile playing at the edge of his lips. He plopped the few that you threw at him in his mouth.

“This is why I kept it to myself.” Chris spoke up, shoveling hand full of Skittles in his mouth.

“No, you’re being just greedy, Argent” Derek said with a side eyed glace towards Chris. Derek knocked the sour patch kids against Isaac’s head, offering the boy the candy. Isaac took it slowly.

“I don’t get to eat a lot of junk food!” Chris said with squinted eyes. “We can’t all have inhuman metabolism” he grunted quietly, sparking up again. Derek snorted out laughter.

The comment got your mind reeling, Derek could tell because he groaned and pulled you on his lap.

“Stop thinking so much, we’re supposed to be relaxing” he whispered after dipping his lips to your ear.

“I can’t! Why does Chris have a bunker? Why do you all talk in such cryptic sentences? Why are we not freaking out right now?” You asked lowly at first, so only Derek could hear but the questions quickly because everyone for the room.

“Because I’m a werewolf.” Derek said seriously. That apparently woke Isaac up because his head whipped around to you both. Chris dropped his bag and  did the same. You smiled and laughed at the ridiculous jpke, pushing Derek’s chest.

“You would have convinced me if they existed” you said once you stopped laughing. It was true, it was very convincing. “I love you” you said, the amusement still in your demeanor.

He gave you a small smile and kissed your shoulder “I love you back.” His arms snaked his way around your waist and he leaned his head on your shoulder.

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You’d spent almost an of trying to get Derek to show off his Dance moves and him fiercely declining in front of his friends. Seriously, he loved to dance when you were alone, so the fact that he got such a red face when you mentioned it made you pick on him even more. You smiled down at the sleeping Derek. He needed to, knowing him he didn’t sleep last night, well earlier today. So you let him suck up his little few hours of sleep. You were in the middle of running your hands through his short black hair when Isaac came back into the room from the bathroom.

“The old men just can’t handle it, huh?” He laughed and say in the recliner that Chris once sat in. He’d gone to the bedroom on the far end of the bunker. You snorted.

“Says the one who was counting invisible stars twenty minutes ago” the puppy dog - you found yourself calling​ him in your head - began blushing profusely. “Why do you and Derek butt heads so much?” You nodded towards the boy, changing the subject while you could get some answers.

“We don’t, really. That’s just Derek” he shrugged. It was strange, because you knew Derek was nothing but surly to most people but, his dynamic with Isaac and Chris were very opposite. With Chris it was like he respected everything he said and the way they spoke to each other was as if they were best friends. With Isaac it was like he was scolding his younger brother constantly.

“It’s just… He acts like you piss him off with everything you do” you said with a light laugh.

“Everything pisses Derek off.” He said with a laugh, you smiled at that. It was kind of true. “He saved my life. And I don’t mean the way they did last night.” You’d almost forgotten about that. You wanted to ask him how his wounds were but you decided against it, in fear of losing the story. “My father didn’t like me very much and Derek showed me what a real family could be. He introduced me to Scott and he kept me from ending up at the bottom of the ocean. He made me one of them and I’m thankful” He looked at Derek with an intense stare. “He may be a douche, but he protects those he cares about”

“I resent the whole douche thing”  Derek stated, his eyes still closed. You jumped and stopped your motion.

“Why do you do that?” You accused your boyfriend. He shrugged and grabbed your hand that rested in his hair and began moving it again. You snorted and gave in to his wishes after he let go. Big baby.

“Love you too, Isaac” Derek said to the boys insinuated revelation. You wanted to cry from happiness, even though the words were fleeting both you and Isaac were shocked. Derek never showed emotion towards anything but puppies and you. It was amazing to hear the words come out of his mouth.

“Gross dude, your girlfriend’s right there.” Isaac responded, holding back his grin. The boy hadn’t known how to respond and that was clear but, he was happy to hear the words, that much was obvious.

Derek sat up immediate and Isaac’s head snapped towards the door. Both of them called for Argent and he ran to the room, Gun pointed forward. You didn’t know what was happening, what alerted them to the danger? Was there some unseen alarm?

“Speaking of shitty father’s” Isaac muttered and stood, all three men were now surrounding you with their backs turned towards you.

“Umm..?” You looked around. Argent took the throwing knives from his pocket and handed them to Derek who in turn handed them to you. You took them gingerly and tried to match their stances.

Argent stood his gun still in hand and pointed towards the door. Derek stood to his left, directly in front of you, standing in an animalistic hunch. Isaac stood on the end in a stance similar to Derek, his body still looked human though.

Moments later the door opened and Katrina sauntered in with an older man a much older man. “Lotta sugar daddies” you muttered. Isaac snorted out a laugh and Derek shook with silent laughter. Chris completely ignored you, the older man was conditioned to tune everything out.

“What are you doing here Gerard?” Chris spoke loud and firm.

“Now, now Christoph is that any way to greet your father?” The man said as he got closer, you noticed that he had a black and white hankerchief in hand and he coughed into it. It dawned on you that the hankerchief wasn’t black and white, he was coughing up black fluid. Mountain ash. How was he walking around, didn’t this stuff kill people?

“You lost that right when you betrayed our code.” Argent told his father.

“And what are you doing?” Katrina spoke up

“We don’t kill those who haven’t killed innocents” Chris argued back.

“Lower your gun” Gerard told his son, his nose began leaking mountain ash and he wiped his nose. “We just want these two lone wolves” he finished.

“Leave and you survive.” Derek spoke up.

“Cute, and who’s gonna kill me?” Katrina began walking forward, “your little oblivious play thing?” You peered around Derek and glared at her.

“Bitch.” You muttered.

“What are you whispering over there? My hearing’s not as good as theirs” she nodded towards Derek and Isaac.

“Bitch” you enunciated every syllable.

“Fiesty little thing you got there, Derek” Gerard said in a skincrawling tone. As he said that a light fog began intruding the vents located on the floor. They were stalling.

“Derek.” You pointed at the vents and he pushed you back behind him.

He cracked his neck quickly and you could see his facial hair grow thicker and his ears took a sharper point. The most alarming thing was his roar. He had a literal room shaking, ear splitting roar. That was him the other night? You backed up, alarmed and he turned with a sympathetic look in his eyes that were now glowing blue. Did he have fangs? You chanced a look at the two other men and Isaac had a very similar appearance. Chris just stood strong now with two guns pointed. You wanted to pass out

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