#destroy anyone and everything to reach her and shoot her out of the sky.

[quietwingsinthesky]

the thing about me is that i will be obsessed with characters who revolve around each other and will forever and ever even if they don’t know it and who tear each other apart but also are the only reason each other exist

#sure they kill the dragon but they hatch her egg too. they’re her first meal. #sure she eats them alive but she gives them purpose. the end isn’t a place really its a thief. you go there and you can never stop again. #you just go back and go back and go back and it keeps pulling you out of the ground to lure you back to it. #you’re the story and its the finish line but it can’t be satisfied by you crossing it once. #there’s always another dragon. there’s always someone there to kill her. #to take her egg back home. to die there to feed her because they’re over they’re ending it’s done. start again. #there’s always another dragon. and there’s someone there to kill her. #you understand? its simple enough. #there’s also the cult but really that’s just bodies. endermen are just bodies. they’re pieces to be pulled apart and used to dig into old #strongholds. plucked out eyes and the people who die screaming to get them. but they don’t matter. there’s always more. #someone has to slay the dragon. someone has to get her egg. #i think its obvious that the dragon is not a good person. because its a dragon. by definition it cant be. #but its important to know that they aren’t either. that they’re not a hero on a quest to save anyone or free anything. #they just want to kill her. they don’t even know she exists until the moment they see her but they want to kill her so badly that they’ll #destroy anyone and everything to reach her and shoot her out of the sky. #you know. normal minecraft things.

[bongo-spindash]

A Little Triumph

The Cyber Corruption takes a lot from him, in the end. More and more, he forgets where he’s going; what waits for him at every destination; what’s supposed to happen if he succeeds at whatever goal he’s chasing. By the time he’s tumbling from the sky like every other shooting star, he’s lost his own name.  But in the end, there’s still one thing The End can’t take from him.  (Or: Sonic the Hedgehog, and the revolutionary act of loving your friends beyond impossible odds.)

(You can read it on Ao3 here, but I thought I'd post the full fic on Tumblr as well in case anyone preferred it that way!! Fic under the cut!!)

-

When Sonic lands on Starfall Islands, and a weird disembodied voice tells him to destroy the barrier between dimensions, he does it—because his friends are all missing, and he loves them too much not to do something about it. 

The islands seem to sprawl all the way to the end of the horizon, ancient ruins connected together like constellations. It’s equal parts beautiful and tragic; Sonic is fascinated by everything he finds, but he can’t help wondering after the people who built it all—the strange, almost porcelain creatures they’ve left behind. The hardest part of it all, at the beginning, is knowing that his friends are out there somewhere, and though he has every faith in them, he can’t know for certain whether they’re doing alright. 

It’s a relief, finding Amy, but the dread that comes with it is almost as immense. She’s here, yet somehow she’s not. She can talk to him and understand just fine, walk alongside him and insist with all her familiar fervour that he help the Koco find each other even in the face of her own struggle—but she reaches out to palm a flower head, curl a hand around his arm, and her fingers pass right though. 

Sonic helps the Koco reunite with their partner, their children, with her. He listens as Amy tells him that she’s worried about the energy he absorbed when he freed her, that overtakes him just a little more each time he restores a part of her. But Sonic tells her he’ll be okay, because he knows—more than anything—that she has his back.

-

When it takes nearly everything Sonic has to beat the first Titan—Super form flaring to life in a shower of gold, over and over pushing forward and wrenching himself out of its jaws, only to be shot down as he arrives at the next island, Chaos Emeralds scattering into the distance—he bounces up from the floor and runs until he gets somewhere. Because he knows that his friends are counting on him to do what’s right, and he loves them too much not to try. 

Absorbing the Cyber Energy is giving him some kind of boost, Sonic thinks. His attacks are landing harder, he’s discovering powerful new techniques to fight off the ancient tech, but… at the same, he can feel it draining him. Taking something.

He doesn’t let it worry him, though—and he certainly doesn’t let it worry Knuckles. It’d been a surprise to find the echidna trapped in that sphere on the second island, when he’d been so certain the other was with the Master Emerald this whole time, but he welcomes the breath of fresh air eagerly. Knuckles had described Cyber Space as a unique kind of nightmare, and yet, he doesn’t seem concerned about their situation at all. He has every faith that they can get through this like they always do; as much as they taunt each other, he has every faith that Sonic won’t stop until they’re all okay. 

It’s hard not to notice how little he can feel in his right arm, now, roiling with a sporadic red and black every time he starts to slow down. It’s difficult to ignore how strangely cold the desert seems even in the midday sun. But when the Wyvern Titan looms overhead, Chaos Emerald pulsing like a heartbeat from its head, he doesn’t hesitate to take the leap. He’s got this, and he knows—more than anything—that Knuckles believes in him. 

-

When he begins to feel the effects of the Corruption, struggles to fend off the Titans, and he’s told over and over that he’s destroying himself for a futile effort—he keeps on running no matter how many times he forgets the way. Because his friends are all stuck in Cyber Space, and Sonic loves them too much to stop for such a little headache.

The third island is formed around a giant active volcano but, if he’s being honest, he isn’t nearly as warm as he should be. It’s getting harder to pretend that the Corruption isn’t affecting him. He keeps finding himself keeling, holding a hand to his side as if to keep everything in one piece—every now and then, he catches off-colour patches blooming across his body, his vision fuzzing at the edges like a scratched CD. In the moments of the aftermath, he struggles to recall what he’s even doing.

Tails is worried about him. They both know he’s not behaving the way he usually would, uncharacteristically reserved with his energy, but they both know better than to dwell on it. His little brother is doing everything he can to make it easier, and Sonic is always grateful for him, but he feels it more keenly than ever as they travel through the rough terrain to collect pieces of an ancient weapon and find the Chaos Emeralds again along the way. 

Every time he stumbles on the sudden numbness—has to search desperately for what was happening just minutes before—there’s no choice but to get up again. Tails is too young, too bright, too brilliant to be stuck here; he wants the opportunity to stick it out on his own, and though the thought of how fast the kid’s grown is an ache in his chest, he’s so proud. He knows—more than anything—that Tails will do whatever he can to make sure he’s okay, and he needs to do everything he can in turn to make sure they all get the happy ending they deserve.

-

When he climbs the towers, barely managing not to fall off the rain-slicked surfaces and barely dodging the projectiles being launched in his direction, he doesn’t give up. He doesn’t know what’s waiting for him at each peak—forgetting more and more what he’s really trying to achieve—but he knows he’s doing it for his friends, whatever it is. And in that case, he loves them too much to do anything but keep going.

He doesn’t really remember what happened when the Corruption fully consumed him, but he knows his friends sacrificed themselves to Cyber Space a second time to bring him back. It’s not gone—he still recognises it by the cold ache in his core, just waiting to be tipped back over the edge again—but he’s not gone yet, either, and he can work with anything beyond non-existence. 

They’ve all split up over the island surrounding them to find something important that’s going to help with the threat they’re facing. He’s been told it’s up to him to climb the towers that loom over them like mountains, that the maw of Corruption slowly swallowing him can be turned into a power that might save them from annihilation. Four times, he ascends a dark obelisk, and crashes into obstacles like he has something to prove at the peak. Four times, he makes the climb back down, and the memory of what lay behind him fades just a little further. 

Everything is slipping like sand through his fingers, the unique terror of being conscious as you lose each little piece of yourself—but though his name turns quickly to only the static running across his arms, forgotten with an almost reckless abandon as he fights, and fights, and gets up again—he clutches steadfastly at the memory of the people waiting for him on the other side of it all. 

“That power is a fragile thing,” Some strange monument of someone called the Master King tells him at the top of the final tower, having clashed with hulking giants over and over to attain whatever it is the ancient has just given him. “It was not meant for you. If used recklessly, it will leave you entirely—and it will take every part of you alongside it.”

He tells the Master King he’s not used to holding back even though he barely knows it himself. He descends the final tower remembering only that he has a power he has to use to stop the world from ending. He finds a group waiting for him and knows—more than anything—that whatever he’s about to do, he’s doing it for people he loves. … The dark side of the moon towers like The End in front him, and through the invisible air, it speaks to him. 

“I can sense the Cyber Corruption overwhelming you,” It tells him, a kaleidoscope voice echoing everywhere around him. “You barely know what you’re fighting for, the force you’ve put yourself up against.”

The energy surrounding him sparks like quiet supernovae, and though the thing on the horizon is right—though there’s a black hole in his chest slowly taking everything else apart—he clings to his will with a grip tighter than god. 

“I’m doing this for the planet. I’m doing this for my friends.” He tells it in return, golden in a way he thinks should be familiar, azure blue in a way he knows shouldn’t be, but is. The world around them is almost at a stand-still; it’s as if the stars themselves are holding their breath.

“Ah, your friends —such a weak excuse. Tell me, do you even know who they are anymore?”

There are people behind them, shouting and screaming encouragement, fighting a war at his back that he can only hope they’re winning. He doesn’t recognise the voices, or the person they’re yelling for, but they sound desperate—more than that, determined. 

“You’ve got this, Sonic!”

“I know I love them,” He says, willing everything he possibly has to give forward; every single piece of him on the line for a fight he barely understands but knows—more than anything—that he has to win. “That’s enough for me.” … When someone falls from the sky, the golden glow of power and the blue-black of something else dispersing from his form like vapour as he hits the ground, he doesn’t recognise the people in front of him. He doesn’t know where he is; he doesn’t know who he is. The only thing still visible in the dark cavity of it all is a single, burning question.

He feels like he’s been hit by a train, as his body wakes up inch by agonisingly slow inch. The world is bright as his eyes reluctantly deign to blink open; rich with emerald greens, and the sky a glowing display of shooting stars, casting ochre reflections across the ground.  

There are people standing above him—pink, and red, and yellow—all of them with stares wide-eyed and glassy, all of them beaming at him like they’re trying to take the collective place of the sun. He can feel the ecstasy seeping from them as they cry out, rushing to help him upright, calling a name he doesn’t know. The sight of them, circling around him, jolts him into motion; a sudden, stricken question tumbling from his lips.

“My friends.” He says, breathless with the need to get the words out. “Are my friends okay?” All three of them still at the exact same time, faltering synchronised as the question makes its way into their heads. The pink one gasps, the red freezes like he’s been shoved into an ice block, and the yellow flinches hard enough that a few captured tears slip out unnoticed.

For a second, the reaction punches through him, and he’s struck with desperate terror of what the answer might be—until the pink shakes into motion, looking like she’s seeing him for the first time all over again. “You… really don’t remember us?” She asks, like the answer to that terrifies her just as badly. 

“Sonic,” The yellow one exclaims, surging forward even further—all of their faces are barely inches apart. The way it’s said, that must be his name. “We’re your friends. You just fought The End, you went Super in a way we’ve never seen before; you have to remember.”

And he—Sonic—has… glimpses, of something. It’s so far away from him it may as well be a canyon out of reach, but, he thinks he knows what the kid’s talking about. 

The kid. The yellow kid; a little fox with two yellow-white tails and the world’s biggest, bluest eyes. 

“You’re my friends.” He says, and the three in front of him look world-shatteringly devastated, but he can’t help smiling—eyes bright and beaming like nothing has ever gone so horribly wrong. He hardly even recognises them, and yet, Sonic looks at them like they’re the most precious things he’s ever known. “You’re my friends,” He repeats, so delighted. “And you’re okay?” Amy goes to exclaim something, and Tails opens his mouth in kind, alarm clear in his eyes. But it’s Knuckles who beats them to it, and though he perhaps sounds just as upset as they feel, his grin is so, so warm. “We’re okay, Sonic. We won.” None of them really know where they’re supposed to go from here. The Cyber Corruption has taken more from him than they’d ever prepared for, or at least hidden it in a way they don’t know how they’re meant to get back. The world isn’t ending any faster than it was before, and the sacrifice feels almost insurmountable. 

Still, Sonic is laughing. Jumping up like nothing’s ever hurt him, and chasing them all into an embrace tighter than they’ve known him to give, holding something that he never, even once for a second of his life, wants to let go of. And the world hasn’t ended, and it’s ending right in front of them for every second that the reality of what’s happened crashes down on them, and Sonic didn’t even remember who he was looking at when he first opened his eyes.

But he knows—more than anything—that he loves these people to the end of everything else, in spite of everything The End did to take that away from him. 

“We won,” Sonic parrots, even as his friends cry into the embrace, clinging like he’ll disappear if any one of them let go. “We won, and I love you guys. That’s all that matters.”

And really, as long as he has that much, everything else will work out. 

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic frontiers #sonic fanfiction #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction #cyber corruption #Bongo's Writing!!!

[medicus-mortem]

@chatcambrioleur answered [+]

There's a huff under her breath, as she sends a bolt of lightning from her Clima-tact. An empty spot on the island they'd docked at, meant it was the perfect place for Nami to do a little shoot and fire, to blow off some steam. Goodness knows, she needed it. The rage towards her captain stayed burning in her chest --- and the wildfire had yet to be sated. Perhaps she would form a lightning storm, and see what happened. Let nature take its course.

The staff twirls between her hands, and with an abrupt movement, it stops --- a bolt flies from its end, and electric sparks in the sky. She watches with narrowed eyes, as the streaks meet the ocean waves. No harm to the wildlife (aside from the fish), and the chances of hurting anyone were slim. Still, it felt good. A way to let it all out. She can't help but be brought back to Cocoyashi Village, once upon a time. When she was left to destroy her mother's old belongings, as a release. The standing offense wasn't nearly as bad as everything Arlong had done, but it still left a churning, vile feeling in her gut. She was angry. She was humiliated. Come with me. How odd it seems, that his offer seems more tempting by the minute. It leaves a terrible taste in her mouth. Perhaps venting to Law about this had been a bad idea. Her brow is pinched as she turns to him, abandoning her therapy, her staff clicks back into its smaller form. She slides it back into its strap, attached to her thigh, as she swivels to face him. Serving a captain since she was ten years old. Bounced from one crew to the next. She was free, but she was still serving under the reign of the future pirate king. She was nothing, if not loyal. Her hand reached to play with his goatee, a smirk resting on her lips. As tempting as it was, to rebel in her anger, she can't. "Dismemberment? Seems drastic. Does someone else getting my attention make you jealous?" She coos, innocently. A manipulator can recognize when they're being manipulated. No matter how airy the attempt. The playful gait falls as she sighs, her shoulders slumping. Her hand doesn't leave his cheek, and she presses a kiss to the side of his mouth. "I told you. Ask me again. When Luffy is pirate king..." Her head tilted, her eyes softened as she looked upon him. How she adored him. "You know, gotta say, I admire your persistence --- and the way you see a clear opportunity, right before your eyes."

   Gotta say, hearing Nami complain about her captain is a huge relief. He likes knowing he’s not the only one that gets irritated by the kid’s bullshit, but in this case it’s different. Nami’s anger, her willingness to complain to him, one of Straw Hat’s rivals, boarders on insubordination and speaks of the unclear hierarchy that plagues the Straw Hat crew. As a fellow captain he should tell her that she needs to heed her captain, that he probably had a good reason to stop her attempts at thievery, but that isn’t what comes out of Law’s mouth. Instead, he gives an offer that isn’t masked by speculation this time. It’s genuine and manipulative.

   It’s a dick move really, seeing this possible chink in her loyalty and taking advantage of it to fulfil his own selfish desires. Not the actions of an ally or a friend but as he watches Nami create lightning Law knows he does not care. He’s a pirate and he takes what he wants. What he wants in this moment is Nami by his side, permanently. But of course, that won’t happen.

   Nami’s last lightning strike flashes, thunder clapping in the air. The water roils where the strike hit, giving a hint of just how damaging her weather science can be. As that boom fades Law drags in a breath. The doctor had unintentionally stopped breathing for a moment there. He leans against a tree, arms crossed over his chest and golden eyes locked on the Straw Hat navigator. She spins about, clima-tact getting put away. At first, he expects anger but instead she gives him that smirk and a hand rises to run fingers through his facial hair.

    Eyes watch her face, his own features now serious. Then he huffs, jaw locking and teeth grinding. Gaze darts away for a moment, averting with the accusation that he’s jealous when she flirts with others. He most certainly is. The Surgeon of Death is a possessive man and the horrors he’d inflict on anyone who so much as touches what is his do not bear mentioning. So, he says nothing and waits for what he knows comes next. Rejection, once again.

   A heavy sigh, shoulders slumping even with that kiss on the corner of his mouth. Then her voice is softer and again Law looks Nami in the face. He drags a breath in through his nose, pulling himself back up. He puts a smirk back on his features, giving a dismissive shrug.

   “When I want somethin’ I’m gonna take every opportunity I can get to make it mine,” he says, smooth voice unbothered, even though he is indeed a little bothered. Time to find a distraction.

   The doctor straightens, hands unwinding from his chest. He grabs Nami by the waist and turns her about. He rests his chin on her shoulder, eyes scanning the ocean beyond the cliffs they stand on. Hand rises, pointing out to sea and at a set of stone pillars that rise from the waves.

   “That stone formation, can you hit it?” he asks, and then his voice drops an octave. “I wanna see you destroy something.”

#chatcambrioleur #captain's log // threads #captain of hearts // canon verse #storm's eye #long post tw #[the idea of Law enabling Nami's destructive anger got into my head and I just couldn't let it go]

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) turns into a dragon due to an accident in alchemy class. Now, the first-years hand an excited Malleus the cure in hopes that he is able to give it to her.

Suddenly, (Y/n), as a dragon, swoops down and kidnaps Malleus. The irony isn't lost on any of them.

Request by @elenatheartist18.

"Sebek—? Why are you grabbing the flame extinguisher we usually use when Lilia sets the kitchen on fire?"

Silver, Lilia, and Malleus shot Sebek a strange look as the Diasomnia first-year pranced out of the kitchen, the red fire-extinguisher, which Crowley had provided so kindly after a lot of cooking mishaps, slung under his arm. Sebek looked like he was in a hurry as he strolled through the common room, making a bee-line towards the mirror.

"No time to talk!" he bellowed as he continued speed-walking away. "Long story short: My idiot friends managed to turn (Y/n) into a dragon!"

Malleus' eyes widened once those words reached his ears, and he immediately jumped to his feet, unable to control the excitement and curiosity that befell him. "A dragon? A dragon!" he cried out, having to suppress the urge of wildly jumping up and down in utter exhilaration. His hands were clasped together tightly, and his eyes were flashing a bright green. "My treasure is a dragon!?"

Sebek nodded, but quickly exclaimed, "Don't worry, young master, I'm sure they have everything under control!"

Silver and Lilia shot each other a strange look, wondering how something like that could have happened. Especially the latter found amusement at how endearing Malleus' behaviour was; Lilia could barely hold in his giggles.

"I wish to see her," Malleus announced, gracefully striding after Sebek. The dragon fae was trembling due to excitement, and a giant smile was etched onto his usually so stoic face. "Take me to her, Sebek! Take me to her!"

"Malleus, dear," Lilia yelled after him, "calm down."

Malleus let out a drawn-out sigh as he temporarily stopped to face his guardian. "Lilia, you don't understand!" he cried out, excitement vibrating with his voice. "She's like me now! She understands me since she's a dragon—"

Sebek let out a nervous chuckle, not really wanting to interrupt his young master's rambling and ruin his excitement, but he had forgot to mention a teeny-tiny detail to Malleus. "Actually, she's quite feral right now..." Sebek admitted while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "She almost burned Ace alive."

Malleus quirked an eyebrow, freezing upon hearing those words. He somehow had expected her to be a dragon of the more cuddly and nice nature, not an angry fire-spewing beast that destroyed villages and burned red-haired teen boys. The dragon fae's eyes fell for a second. "Oh, that doesn't sound good," he trailed off, to which Sebek let out an impatient nod. Yet, Malleus quickly recovered, and the small grin on his lips returned. "But still, (Y/n) is a dragon! This is like— a dream come true!"

Silver rubbed his temples, shooting Lilia a worried frown. "Lilia, Malleus' dreams worry me," he whispered, which said dragon fae ignored.

"Don't worry," Lilia chimed with a mischievous grin on his lips. "That's normal."

Before anyone else could reply, Sebek let out a loud groan and pointed to the direction of the mirror that would take them back to school grounds. "We should hurry, young master," Sebek cried out, worried that you had already burnt the whole school into nothing but ashes and ruins.

Malleus hummed and perked up. "Of course, Sebek!" he replied in an eerily cheerful tone, urging his knight to follow him to the mirror. "Let us be off!"

•••

"So, where is my dragon lady?" Malleus asked once they had arrived by the group of fellow first-years, the lot of them standing in the courtyard with their fearful eyes trained at the clear blue sky.

Ace was the first to notice Sebek and Malleus' presence, and the fire-extinguisher under the former's arm calmed Ace's wildly beating heart. If another incident of your fire-breath burning his hair happened again, he wouldn't have to go bald any longer. So, letting out a relieved breath, he asked, "You mean (Y/n)?" Malleus nodded, quite eager to see what kind of scales and horns you would possess. Ace quickly latched onto Deuce again when he swore he could hear the sound of wings flapping in the distance. "She's flying somewhere around the sky!"

"S-Sometimes," Epel gulped out as he hid behind Jack, "you can hear her roar..."

Malleus looked at the bunch of pitiful boys, wondering whether their fear for you was justified or not; if you were small and adorable as a human, you surely couldn't be that intimidating as a dragon, right?

Deuce shot the smiling dragon fae a curious look, and he quickly turned to Sebek to ask, "Why did you bring your dorm leader, Sebek?"

Sebek shrugged while handing him the fire-extinguisher, just in case you aimed your fire at Ace's head again. "The young master wanted to come along," he explained, not really going into further detail, anyway.

Jack hummed, not sharing the scepticism and confusion that his fellow friends seemed to have. "No no, it's good that he's here," the beastman remarked while rubbing his chin, deep in thought. "He's a dragon fae himself, no? He may be able to communicate with (Y/n)."

Malleus let out an amused chuckle. "Good observation."

Ace nodded, his eyes turning to the small flask that Professor Crewel had handed him earlier — the antidote. His hands shaking slightly due to trauma of singing heat and sharp claws that had left a few rips in his blazer, he walked up to Malleus and eagerly handed him the bottle. "Fine. Here, have the antidote," the Heartslabyul student muttered as Malleus took it out of his hand. "If you manage to give it to her, I'll wear a dress."

A chortle escaped Sebek's lips, and a haughty grin appeared on his face. "The young master is very capable, so I shall tell Deuce to get your dress ready, Ace." Everyone aside from Malleus, who hadn't understood the joke, broke out into laughter — even Ace seemed slightly amused by the idea of wearing a dress. Besides, he was sure he could pull it off — he would prove all of his friends wrong!

Malleus awkwardly cleared his throat as he stored the potion away, making sure it hung on his belt safely before he turned his attention to the group of first-years again. "Well, do you have any idea how to get her to come over to us?" he asked, wondering if they already had come up with a plan. So far, his wish of seeing you hadn't been fulfilled yet.

Jack opened his mouth, but was interrupted when Epel let out a high-pitched scream. "Oh, by the Great Seven!" the fragile boy cried out as he pointed at the sky, where a large beast was circling around them — you. "She's here!"

Everyone immediately scattered to seek shelter behind the walls and fences of stone, and only Malleus remained out in the open, his wide eyes trained on you. He was frozen in awe at the way your grey scales reflected the afternoon sun so beautifully — and your horns looked so different from his, too! He could have stood there for hours, just admiring you, but his appreciation time came to an end when you swooped low and wrapped the claws of your hind-legs around his shoulders and arms, pulling him up into the air with you.

Sebek immediately let out an enraged scream upon realising that you had taken his young master with you, now vanishing into the distance of the horizon. "(Y/n)! Let down the young master this instance!" Sebek yelled loudly, his voice booming and threatening, yet you simply ignored him as you continued to fly away, strangely satisfied with your newest acquisition.

Malleus was quite amused with your endearing desire to kidnap him, and he felt quite flattered, too. Of course, he could have defeated you rather easily, but he wanted to see how the situation would develop; therefore, he remained calm and didn't try to free himself from your grip.

Realising that the imminent danger had passed, the first-years jumped out from their covers and sprinted into the middle of the courtyard again, all of them watching with wide eyes as the Diasomnia dorm leader was carried off by a beast. For a while, uncomfortable silence filled the area, and Ace was the first one to break the silence by snickering and murmuring, "Sebek, what knight lets their master be kidnapped by a dragon—"

Sebek stood frozen, his face buried in his palms and his chest heaving up and down with sobs escaping his dry throat. "I-I failed my job— I failed the young master!" he cried out, to which Jack reluctantly patted his shoulder, feeling pity for the distressed Diasomnia student. "Shame on me! Shame on me!"

Meanwhile, Malleus had a big smile on his lips when you finally flew down and lowered your altitude, aiming to land in a clearing of an unknown patch of forest, far away from NRC. Once you were a few metres above ground, you unwrapped your claws from around Malleus' shoulders and dropped him to the floor.

Malleus landed gracefully on his feet, the gust of wind your landing created causing his hair to fly all over the place. "Oh, my dear..." he whispered as he watched your legs and wings make contact with the ground, causing the earth beneath him to shake for a brief while. Glowing (E/c) eyes never left his, and he found himself drawn to you. "You're beautiful! I'm in awe..."

Careful as to not startle you, he set a foot in front of the other, slowly approaching you with an outstretched hand. As he advanced towards you, you let smoke escape your nostrils while treading back, watching him with narrowed eyes. Feeling indescribable anger boiling inside of you, you opened your mouth to keep him away from you.

Your efforts did nothing to intimidate Malleus, and he merely chuckled at the little (F/c) flame burning at the back of your throat, ready to be fired at him if needed. Yet, he knew that even if you were a dragon, you would never ever hurt him — after all, something inside of you still seemed to recognise him as a friend.

"Oh, do not be afraid of me," he cooed, humming a soft tune that quickly managed to calm you down. You stopped backing away, cautiously watching the young man approach you fearlessly, his eyes soft and adoring. Eventually, he stood right in front of you and carefully put his palm onto your snout, giving off a strangely calming effect. "I won't hurt you, alright?"

Your slitted eyes lost their threatening appearance, and you somehow turned into a little puppy under his touch. Malleus eyed you with a smile on his lips as your eyes fluttered close, and you even leant right into his touch. He took it as a signal to advance further, now wrapping his arms around your head and stroking your horns gently. The action drew a few happy croons from you as you nuzzled your snout into his stomach.

Malleus let out a little chuckle while he ran his hand across the spot of (F/c) scales right between your closed eyes. Your large mouth was curled up into a delighted smile as you lay your heavy body down onto the floor, wanting him to pet you more. "See? I'm a friend. And maybe one day I'll be more than that, (Y/n)," he cooed as he pressed a few kisses to your warm scales, which left your large tail wagging left and right in utter excitement. "Oh, you're even more adorable than usually!"

The dragon fae was quickly swept up into your embrace, and you cuddled him close to you, your tongue shooting out to affectionately lick at his face. Malleus laughed as he tried his best to push you away, your overbearing affection amusing him greatly. He knew that his kind was quite possessive and loving once they caught interest with someone — but the time you had needed to warm up to him was a record-breaking.

You kept your body curled up around him, allowing him to sit with his back leaning against the side of your torso. Your tired head lay on his lap, wanting his fingers to tread across your horns again. Malleus was quite amused by your antics, but he knew he needed to fix this whole situation.

Softly pushing your head away, he tugged off the flask with the antidote off his belt and held it out to you. "Would you like to drink this potion?" he asked, his voice low and quiet. "It will make you turn back to normal."

Ignoring him, you went back to sleep, nudging his idle arm so that he would continue petting you again. "No? You would rather... cuddle?" he asked, amused laughter coming from his lips. You flared your nostrils, which Malleus interpreted as a positive reaction to his question.

Whenever he moved his outstretched legs, you translated it as him trying to escape; therefore, you eventually wrapped your tail around his ankles, immobilising your toy should he want to flee. Your possessiveness amused Malleus greatly, and it made his heart beat in a quicker rhythm. "Oh, aren't you a precious one?" he drawled affectionately, to which you eagerly let out a soft roar. "You're quite charming this way. I might just as well destroy the potion so you'll stay this way for a little while longer..."

Malleus' eyes darkened slightly, and the selfish desire to keep you in a shape that resembled his dragon-form occupied his mind. Lost in daydreams, he ran his hand across your main body, the feeling of soft scales — they were much softer and more delicate than his — underneath his fingertips.

A fond smile remained on his lips as he exhaled longingly. "Imagine! We'd have our own cave... and ah, little hatchlings running and toiling around." Your serene expression disappeared as you pried an eye open, looking up at him questioningly. Malleus let out a nervous chuckle, your reaction unnerving him. "Why are you looking at me so strangely? I was just joking."

That response quickly calmed you down again, and you continued to melt under his warm touches.

Malleus enjoyed this just as much as you, but he wasn't as expressive as you were, with how much you were purring and crooning blissfully. "Ah, you're such a beautiful dragon," he whispered, his fingers tracing the ridges of your horns that were more on the sides of your head than rather on it. The fae's heart was overflowing with delight, and he felt the need to express his thoughts in form of praises. "The most awe-striking creature I've ever seen... the brilliance of your scales blinds me and your eyes are impaling me!"

Something akin to a little snort was your reaction to his words, one that was playfully mocking. "Oh, but I do miss you not being able to talk..." Malleus murmured, slightly crestfallen. "It's time to return to being human again, my treasure."

Malleus got you to raise your head by gently tugging at your horns. Although a little bit annoyed, you lifted your head from his lap and glared down at him with questioning eyes, demanding an answer as to what he was trying to do. Knowing a dragon's weakness, all Malleus had to do was scratch that special spot under your chin to get you to open your mouth, your long and forked tongue hanging out from your mouth and lolling around adorably. Wasting no time, he plopped off the cap of the flask and tipped the shimmering fluid into your wide-open mouth.

"There we go... yes, good girl," Malleus cooed, continuing you to distract you with scratches and cooes. "Drink all of it... Yes, such you're such a good girl!" Once the flask was empty, a sudden fog enveloped your body whole — from your head to your tail. And once it cleared, the grey dragon had disappeared, and in its place lay a small human female.

Malleus immediately threw the bottle to the floor and rushed over to your side, pulling you up into his arms and cradling you lovingly.

"M-Malleus?" you croaked out weakly, coughing wildly with the last remains of smoke escaping your lungs. Your shaking hands clutched onto his chest while your confused eyes wandered around the area, a forest unknown to you. You furrowed your eyebrows before turning your attention to Malleus again. "What happened? I feel so... angry..."

Malleus' lips quirked up in amusement. "That comes with being a dragon, I suppose," he replied in a matter-of-fact way while pushing away some of your unruly hair strands that obstructed your vision.

Looking up at him with wide and confused eyes, you asked, "What do you mean with that?"

Malleus chuckled and simply pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Don't worry about that," he cooed as he rose to his feet again, safely carrying you in his arms. "Now, let's get you back to NRC, alright?"

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[light-yaers]

Sweet Escape: Chapter Seven

Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: banterous flirting that may or may not crack your teeth, slight injury, alcohol, and OSCAR FUCKIN ISAAC

A/N: Honestly this is a bit of a filler, but I was having too much fun writing Poe and her's interactions that I simply couldn't stop. I didn't want to have such a large chapter, so I stuck with this little filler just for funzies. They do be getting closer doe....

Find the Masterpost here

Word Count - 2.5k

Chapter Seven: Blush

The first feeling upon gaining consciousness was ouch. Even opening your eyes made your muscles throb. The slow realisation that you were in the base’s med-bay, lying in a bed, came to you in waves. First, you let out an internal groan. Then, you let out an actual groan, as you tried to hoist yourself up to a sitting position.

Your body objected, rushing your limbs with an aching sort of pain that felt like you’d been training for 48 straight hours, but nevertheless you managed to sit up. The bay was quiet and collected, like a library, and only a few beds were actually occupied.

You felt her before you even saw her—Leia strolled round the corner then, eyes fixing upon you instantly. She gave you immediate comfort, despite your internal bruising and the anxiety that had started to bubble within your gut when you thought about what you’d just done.

The cat was out of the hypothetical bag. Your Force abilities weren’t just known now; you’d given the base an entire fucking demonstration. Brilliant.

“That was quite a show,” Leia said as she approached your bedside. You gave her a tired and half-hearted smile. “Thank you,” she added, and the seriousness in her voice was apparent. You nodded at her in response, not yet knowing what you could even say.

There was a silence that radiated from her—an intelligent and knowing quiet that told you all you needed to know; if you hadn’t of done what you did, many would have died. The base would have been all but destroyed.

“Are you okay?” she asked then, trickling her kind words over you softly.

“I feel like I’ve been punched all over my body, repeatedly,” you let out. A small scoff burst from her lips.

“I understand. The Force takes a lot out of you,”

“You could say that again,” you replied, testing out the movement of your arms. You stretched them out slowly, and your elbows clicked noisily. “Is everyone okay?”

“Some are more shaken up than others, but everyone’s just fine. Thanks to you,” Leia said, raising her brows at you in understanding. “Dameron’s waiting outside,” she added, causing you to whip your gaze to her suddenly. You let out a groan in pain as you brought a hand to rest on your stiff neck.

“Dameron?” you winced. Leia only nodded.

“I’ve never seen him be so proactive. He carried you here after you collapsed,”

You looked to your lap, overcome by a feeling half-way between wanting to vomit, and wanting to smile. Sure, you’d just revealed your gift and saved the damn Resistance, but you’d fainted afterwards—embarrassment wasn’t something that you dealt with well, as much as you shouldn’t have cared.

“Great,” you whispered to yourself. Leia let out another comforting chuckle, before placing a reassuring and gentle hand on your shoulder. You looked at her then, not even trying to cover up the absolute fear and anxiety on your face. Leia could feel your Force; she would have known your true feelings even if you had the strength to try and hide it from your expression.

“Shall I tell him to come back later?” she asked, but you were already shaking your head.

“No, no. He can see me,” the confidence in your tone was more prominent than you’d expected it to be, but maybe it was because it was him. It wasn’t Heidi or Lynx, who, as much as you liked them, were still closed books. Poe, though—

You already shared a room. What was one more?

Leia left after giving you a small nod. You took the few seconds it took her to leave the med-bay to mentally prepare yourself. You needed a nap, or ten naps, and you needed to keep it together. You’d never used your Force this way, nor had you been expecting to. The entire situation was a lot to take in.

But everyone was fine. You were fine. And that’s all that mattered.

Poe bound in before you could even slide yourself up the bed to lean against the wall. The first thing you noted about him was his expression; it wasn’t what you’d been expecting. His eyes were wide, his brow dotted with sweat, his shoulders hunched and tense and rigid. Maker forbid, the pilot was scared.

He grabbed a chair on his way over and sat down on it immediately, tucking himself in next to your bed as you fumbled with sitting.

“I’m fine, Dameron,” you said, as an involuntary chuckle escaped your lips.

“You sure?” he questioned, just double-checking. You nodded at him firmly, and then he visibly relaxed. He let out a large sigh of relief, leaning back in his chair and wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket. “Had us worried there,”

“Had you worried,” you replied, shooting him a smile. It felt good.

“Hey, you’re the one that blacked the fuck out,” he let out, and you bit on your tongue as a wave of anxiety rushed through your gut. Dameron’s demeanour changed then, as an understanding settled onto his face. “Why didn’t you tell me you could use the Force?”

You swallowed uncomfortably, knowing that he’d obviously have questions. “Don’t take it personally. I haven’t told anyone before,”

“Why?” he repeated, looking at you with those big pretty boy eyes and delving deep into your damn soul. You didn’t realise just how hard it would be, being put in this position, but it was your own doing. You’d chosen to act.

“It was always easier to keep it a secret, okay? I wasn’t planning to ever use it in front of any of you, but—,” the breath hitched in the back of your throat as the image of the hurtling TIE hit your mind.

“The TIE followed Green-Two through hyperspace. It got hit and entered the atmosphere,” Poe explained. “They didn’t have time to realise what was happening and destroy it from the sky,”

“Yeah,” you replied, feeling overexposed and vulnerable and all of the feelings that you hated.

Your brain pelted thoughts at you then, as you tried to keep it together. It told you that everyone would look at you differently, even though you were all fighting for the same thing. It told you that you’d only become the brunt of another joke, that everything you despised about cadet life like this would be all-encompassing.

It told you that pilots would look at you like you had an unfair advantage; like you didn’t work to become as skilled as you were. It told you that Poe would think the same.

You fiddled with your fingers as Poe’s stare stayed glue to the side of your face. You didn’t want him to see that you were almost trembling, so you sucked it up. You forced yourself to perk up, to put on a blunt face, to ignore how close to screaming you were.

“I understand if you choose to take me off Black squadron,” you said plainly. Poe’s expression changed quicker than you could blink.

“Why the hell would I take you off my squad?” he replied. His squad.

“Unfair advantage and all that shit. Like I cheated or something,” you replied. Poe shifted in his chair and clenched his jaw.

“Did you use the Force on rank day?” he asked plainly. You immediately furrowed your brows at him, slightly angry.

“Fuck no. I don’t use it when piloting. I never usually use it—,”

“Then why the fuck would you take you off my squad, Ten?” he repeated, sterner this time. You let his words sink through your skin as you focused on calming your raging emotions. You were torn between kicking a wall, throwing a chair or crying on the floor like a baby. All three options sounded appealing to you.

“Even if you did use the Force to fly, I wouldn’t change your rank,” he added. “You’re a fucking good pilot. That shit can’t be learned just because you possess the Force. Unfair advantage my ass, Ten,”

The blush crept into your cheeks before you had the chance to look away. Poe’s lips curled into a small smirk—his most punchable expression. You had to speak away the tension before it consumed you.

“Can you go back to teasing me or horrendously hitting on me, now? All this mushy stuff is insufferable. It’s not like I fucking died,” you let out, trying to subvert his gaze away from your blotched cheeks. This was the second time the pilot had made you blush today—you didn’t want it to become a fucking daily occurrence.

You froze when Poe’s fingers reached out and touched your face. Your stare was upon him in an instant, watching the gentle way his eyes looked from cheek to cheek.

“I call you a good pilot once and you start blushing, huh?” he said lowly, sensually.

He was doing it on fucking purpose.

The redness of your face immediately elevated, but you’d grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm within seconds of taking in his words. He yelped in pain as you twisted his arm over the bed, causing him to stand from the chair and lean forward as you jerked him painfully.

That’s when you grabbed him by the collar, pulling his face close to your own and shooting him with a stare that only communicated one thing—death.

“If you want to keep this pretty boy face then I suggest you tread carefully, Dameron,” you said unapologetically, ignoring the pain in your limbs. Poe started to relax more now that your grip wasn’t on his arm. Hell, maybe he fucking enjoyed being threatened this way, because the smirk didn’t wipe off of his face at all.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re hot when you’re angry?” he said it as clear as day with no hesitation.

You dropped him immediately, causing his upper body to whack onto the mattress and spring back into his chair. He fell back into the chair and almost twisted onto the floor, but he regained his balance as chuckles fell from his lips boyishly. “Hey, you asked for this,” he said, raising his arms defensively at the unamused look on your face.

You pinched the bridge of your nose quickly, clamping your eyes shut as the hammering heartbeat beneath your ribs all but consumed you. “You—you—,”

“I really rile you up, don’t I?” Poe cut you off, crossing his arms smugly as you started to calm down slightly. You composed yourself as best as you could, not removing your angry stare from his pretty boy face. He thrived off of this, that much was certain. But it was true—you had just asked for it.

You just hadn’t expected reacting this way when your guards weren’t all the way up. There was something about being here with Poe, alone, after knowing that he’d been the one to place you on this bed himself, that hit you harder than you’d ever fucking admit.

These weeks hadn’t exactly been easy; being in the Resistance was literally the hardest job in the galaxy; but Poe had been a constant that you were only now realising. He was there when you went to bed, he was there when you woke up. His smug face was there whenever the subject of sex arose, or whenever he was ready to push your buttons, but his anger and rage was there whenever someone crossed you, as well.

Maker, it was almost like he cared.

And you weren’t used to that. You weren’t used to that at all.

Apparently, all of your thoughts had just made themselves known through your face, as Poe let out a soft scoff, eating up your expression.

“I’ll take that as a yes. What can I say? There’s no one like me,” he spoke so easily, so happily and upbeat. You could tell he was just trying to tease you more, but he was right.

“There is no one like you,” you repeated his words, jaw clenched. It wasn’t a compliment, and he knew that.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Poe said, waving his hand in the air. He leaned forward then, perking a brow at you questioningly, overly confident to the point that you were almost jealous of how open he was. “Does this mean there’s a tiny, minuscule, microscopic part of you that actually likes me?”

You rolled your eyes immediately, as you began to twist your legs to dangle over the side of the mattress. You placed your feet on the floor gently, applying pressure to them to see if you could stand.

Poe stood quickly, pushing back the chair as he got out of your way. You stood, leaning against the bed for subtle support, but other than the aches and internal bruises in your muscles, you were just fine.

“Don’t hold your breath, Dameron,” you said, as you started to stroll towards the med-bay exit. Dameron was at your side, cautiously staying close while also somehow keeping his distance. He was hyper-vigilant to make sure you weren’t about to fall.

When you both reached the door, Poe gently took hold of your forearm. All prior playfulness was gone from his face. “Thank you, for stopping the TIE. A crash like that... it would have ruined us,” he said sincerely.

“We’re all fighting for the same thing,” you replied. “I’m glad I could be of service,”

He smiled at you genuinely, and you couldn’t stop the warm feeling in your gut from spreading all over your body. As much as he teased and toyed and you had this back and forth; somewhere between hatred and likeness and flirting and fighting; you were both fighting the same war, performing the same jobs, living the same life.

He nodded once, before the two of you made your way down the corridor slowly. He stayed at your pace, not complaining as you got used to your creaky and stiff limbs or winced at the way your body pulsed with every step.

“So, no chance of a beer tonight, then?” he spoke up, perking a brow at you. You perked one back at him as an unexpected smirk curled onto your lips.

“I exposed my Force abilities, moved a crashing TIE with my mind and blacked the fuck out today. I think I’ll take a fucking beer,” you said. Poe chuckled to himself and you couldn’t help it when you joined him.

Slowly, he brought his arm to wrap around your shoulders. He shoved you into his chest playfully, just once, before gently pushing you back and removing his grip from you. “That’s what I wanted to hear,”

You and Dameron headed for the dorm together, shoulders often swiping against each other. Tension still hovered in the air, but it was as if both of you were slowly getting used to it. Maybe that was something that should have been scary to you, but when your Force wrapped itself around Poe when you both entered your dorm, exposing the gentle and fond way he was thinking of you—

All you felt was peace.

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[supercorpkid]

Rescue Mission – Suicide Mission.

Part 2 – You can’t trust anybody.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Brainy x Reader, Eliza Danvers x Granddaughter!Reader.

Word count: 3105.

Warnings: Angst. Injuries.

Previously on the series - Part 1

You fly back to the DEO, to meet with Alex and Kelly. It’s your fault, you know, you couldn’t save Jamie, now they got her too. You get there before they do, and you go to the infirmary to see Kara. The crushing weight of your choices stare right back at your face when you look at Kara’s injured face. All of this, all of it, it’s all your fault.

You should’ve been out there with Kara when she was fighting Rao knows what. Two Kryptonians are better than one. You should’ve been aware of what was happening, and you should’ve been there to keep Lena safe from the kidnappers. You shouldn’t have left Jamie behind; you should’ve brought her to the DEO with you so she could be safe from all of this. There are so many things you should have done but didn’t.

Some superhero you are.

“I’m sorry, mommy.” You say, stroking her face wherever it is not bruised. “I know you’re hurt, but please, you have to wake up. Please. I-I don’t know where mom is, and you’re hurt, and Jamie is gone-” You can’t hold the tears back, no matter who can see you through the glass walls. “It’s all on me. And I’m just-just a kid. I know I’m your kid, but still not enough for all of this. And I’m scared and lonely. Aunt Alex will blame me, as she should, it’s my fault.” You put your forehead on the bed next to her face and reach for her hand. “It’s all my fault, I didn’t protect the most important people in the universe for me. And now-” You can’t even finish.

It’s all laid out in front of you, you are aware of how all of this is your fault. Your heart beats unsynchronized, and you feel like it wants to just stop beating. Why is this happening? Why would anyone want to destroy your family so bad? And why-why are you letting them?

“Excuse me Superkid, I need you to come with me.” You hear Brainy’s voice behind your back, and you snap your head up, aggressively cleaning your tears. You let go of Kara’s hand, not before kissing it and squeezing reassuringly, and follow him out of the infirmary and into the closest empty office.

“What is Brainy? Where is Alex and Kelly?” You ask and you see him moving uncomfortable, shifting on his feet. “What!”

“They didn’t make it here yet.” Brainy answers and you furrow your brows at the thought. “I don’t think director Danvers was who she said she was. Or maybe she was, and now isn’t. There’s a 50% chance that-”

“Brainy! What the hell are you talking about?” You ask and he slides his tablet on top of the table, and you stop it with your hands when it gets to you.

“See? That’s the Alex who picked up Kelly.” You agree with your head at the image on the tablet, still confused as to where he is going with this. “And then this Alex walks in the building a few minutes later.”

“What?” You look at the video playing in front of you. The two of them look exactly alike but are dressed in slightly different clothes. You shuffle your brain for a sentence you heard earlier. ‘Both of the Danvers have left with Jamie’s mother.’ Everyone in school knows Alex, they wouldn’t let Jamie leave with anyone else except her mothers. So, she left with one Alex, but there is another one out there.

Brainy has put both videos, side by side, so you can look at it more carefully. You weren’t paying attention to what your aunt was wearing today, but you remember she had a jacket on.

“This one is the real Alex.” You point at one of the images. “Does she have Kelly?”

Brainy looks at the video again and agrees with his head, reluctantly. “It doesn’t matter who has her. You can’t trust anybody. If there’s a shapeshifter out there, anyone could be the enemy. Maybe even in your family.”

“Are you saying it could be any of us?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he denies with his head.

“Unlikely that a shapeshifter would be able to impersonate a 12th-level intellect like me in a believable manner.” Brainy says and you shake your head in denial, throwing yourself in one chair. “Or you, I should think so. But Alex, Kelly? We don’t know.”

“Should we ask for back-up? J’onn? Nia?”

“Weren’t you listening?” He snaps at you, aggressively. “We can’t trust anybody! Also, no! We’re not bringing Nia into this!”

“Well, 12th-level intellect-” You look him up, and he stops typing on his tablet to look at you. “Where’s Lena and Jamie?”

“To that question, I still don’t have an answer.” He says, making you growl. “But fear not! Agent Dox is on the case.”

He leaves the room, and you breathe deep. You can’t trust anybody. Kara is still unconscious; Lena and Jamie have both disappeared and there’s someone out there using your aunt's face. This feels like a suicide mission. How on Earth will you find them without help?

You jolt out of the room and fly high in the sky looking for them. You fly everywhere. The entire Earth once, twice, three times. You can’t see them.

You’re up high in the sky of National City, thinking about all the alternatives that you have. You should bring the aliens to you, surrender yourself before they get to Alex, Kelly -IF they haven’t yet- and even your… GRAMM!

You fly to Midvale so fast, you only blink again when you get there. “Gramm! You home?”

“Hey sweetie!” Eliza comes to the door, and your heart seems to gain strength to beat again when you see her smile.

“It’s you!” You throw yourself in her arms, and she holds you gently.

“Yeah, it’s me.” She chuckles at the absurdity of the sentence.

“You have to go to a safe place, you-” You stop, thinking about it. Where is a safe place? The DEO? Probably not anymore. Your home? You doubt it. Even here in Midvale she is not safe, because fake Alex can show up at any time and she would go with her, unable to differentiate them. “You have to come with me.”

“Where?” Eliza steps away from you and holds your face in between her hands. “Look at you in your superhero suit all dirty and blo-” She furrows her brows when she realizes. “You’re bleeding! Come in, come in. Let me look at you.”

“Gramm, I’m not bleeding. This is not my blood.” You clench your eyes shut, holding back the tears and the guilt. “It’s Kara’s. Gramm, please. You’re not safe here, you must come with me. Please. I’ll explain everything when you’re somewhere safe.”

“Ok. I trust you, sweetheart.” Eliza says and you smile at her, before picking her up and flying to the Fortress of Solitude. You pick up the ‘key’ under the snow, and open the door, rushing Eliza in. “It’s so cold in here.”

“Wait.” You use your super speed, and, in a flash, you are before her eyes with a warm coat. She dresses in it, and you guide her somewhere she can be more comfortable -if it’s even possible to be comfortable in a place with nothing but ice-.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s going on and what we’re doing here?” Eliza asks and you do. You start talking and you can’t stop anymore. You tell her everything and even though her eyes are filled with worry and tears, she still holds your hands and smiles lightly at you when you’re finished. “Sweetheart, I know this feels almost impossible, and I can’t tell you how much I wish none of you were going through this, but-” She looks around and breathes in, gathering up courage. “Look where we are.”

“At the Fortress?” You ask, wondering if this is some enigma you must solve. She agrees with her head.

“Superman and Supergirl's hiding place, because they are Kryptonians who came to Earth and got superpowers.” She says, like the thought is somehow ridiculous. “Would you say they can’t solve this?”

“No.” You think about it for a second. “I mean, they are the Supers! Of course they can.” But Supergirl is right now laying in a bed under the sun on the DEO, and she can’t help. So, should you ask for Superman’s help?

“Well, you’re half Kryptonian. You have the same superpowers. You have the same hiding spot. You’re the daughter of the champion of the Earth. You wear the same crest on your chest.” Eliza taps lightly at the ‘House of El’ crest on your suit. “If they can do this, you, Superkid, can do it too.”

“But Gramm, I’m all alone. And I can’t trust anyone.” One single tear falls from your eye, and Eliza cleans it with her thumb.

“You can trust yourself.” She whispers softly. “Just listen to your heart, sweetie.”

Listen to your heart. Listen. That’s it! That’s all you need to do.

“I have to go!” You get up in one motion. “You’ll be safe here, and I’ll come back with our family. Thank you, Gramm!”

You fly out of the Fortress leaving her behind. You feel bad for leaving her alone in such a cold-lonely-place, but it’s for her own safety, so you shove this thought to the back of your mind and fly to National City.

Just listen to her heart.

You’ve been doing that since you’re ten. You know your mom’s heartbeat like the palm of your hands now. So just listen.

You hear a steady thump-thump somewhere almost out of the city, and you follow the sound like a clear signal. You land in front of a lead covered shack, and you try to even your breath, and calm your brain. This is it. This is the moment you can put a stop to this nonsense. You can save your mom, and your cousin. You can do it, this is a rescue mission, not a suicidal one.

You clench your jaw, and your fists, and focus on Lena’s heartbeat. Save her. Get her out of here. Your hands shake with anticipation and energy. You kick the door open and feel no resistance for a few seconds. Odd.

Soon you feel gunshots ricocheting on your body, and you keep walking in, unaffected. You’re in a dim-light big space. You see four guys on each side with nothing but guns shooting at you. There’s something wrong. This is almost too easy.

“Gentleman.” You say, and one of them makes a signal for them to stop shooting. “This feels like a waste of time. Are you sure we’re going through with this?”

Your answer is guns shooting at you again. Fair enough. You fly to one side, pulling the rifle out of one of the guy’s hands. You look at him, lips twitching in anger, before knocking him down with his own gun. One by one get knocked down by you, until all eight men lay blacked-out on the ground, and you find no more resistance.

You go inside exploring what it seems to be a lab. It doesn’t take long until you find Jamie tied to a chair with metal cuffs. A metal ring surrounds her head like a halo. And you notice that her eyes can't focus on anything. You break it off. Both hand cuffs, and head metal ring. And her body slumps forward, for you to hold it.

“You’re ok.” You tell her, holding her up straight. “You’re safe. I’m here. Talk to me, big-Danvers.”

“Get away from me.” Jamie fights out of your embrace with so much anger, she falls on the floor. You see her crawling away from you, so scared it makes your heart squeeze on your chest out of guilt.

“Jamie, Jamie.” You follow her, while she slumps forward like she is petrified of you. “It’s me! Your cousin. Little-Danvers!”

She shoots her head back at you at the sound of that. She blinks, still trying to decide whether you are really you. You come closer and kneel in front of her, but you don’t touch her yet.

“Is this really you?” Her hand makes way to your face, holding your jaw tight. “Are you one of them?”

“Hey, it’s me! It’s really me.” You look at her and realize her gaze is far away, and she can’t really focus on you. You look around, asking yourself who they are, and where they are. “Where’s Lena?”

“Locked up.” Jamie says slowly, dropping her head low. “Gone.”

Your heart stops at the sound of that word. She can’t. She can’t be gone. You hold her up on your side and make your way deep inside the lab. You can hear Lena’s heartbeat. She’s not gone, she is right here, and you’re going to find her.

When you find Lena, she is laying down on the floor, behind bars, like she is nothing. You put Jamie against the wall, and she stays there, unable to move. You run to Lena, breaking the bars of the cell she is in.

You kneel next to her, with horror. You look at the pool of blood around her head and terror washes over you. Your hands shake and you can’t move.

“She’s gone.” Jamie says, sliding down the wall and falling on her butt, as terrified as you are.

You wish you could move. You want to pick her up and shake her until she opens her eyes, until she says, ‘it’s ok babygirl, I’m ok’. You only notice your tears when they fall on her cheek, and your stomach twists in consternation. Is this real?

Your breath finally catches up to your lungs, and you try to stop your desperate sob so you can hear her. You heard her heartbeat, you’re not insane. Lena is alive. She has to be!

Your hands finally move, and you touch her face, she still feels warm. You drop your head, laying it on her chest, and you hear it. Her heart, her breath, her blood still cursing through her veins.

“Mom, mom, wake up.” You ask, holding her up against you. Feeling her body completely limp, like Kara’s have felt, hours ago. You look at the side of her head, there’s a long gash going down her face. You tear the fabric of her shirt and blow over with your freeze breath, putting it over her injury.

“Jamie, Jamie. I need your help. Please!” You ask your cousin, looking at the amount of blood on your hands, and legs.

“She’s gone.” Jamie says and your heart ponds against your ribs, and you want to yell. You want to tell her to shut up, she is not gone! She is right here! She’ll be fine! “And they’ll come back to take me too.”

You know who she’s talking about, the shapeshifters. You pick Lena up, throwing her floppy body over your shoulder and you make your way to Jamie, knowing well enough you can’t stay here waiting for them to show up. You hold Jamie’s waist, and like a reflex, or a body memory, she clenches her hand on your shoulder and closes her eyes knowing what is coming.

You fly out of the hiding place with both on your arms, and your heart is almost easing up when you realize you have found them. They are with you and you’re bringing them to safety, and you can care for them in the right way. But your heart beats fast again when you realize this fight is far from over. You still must come back and find your aunts. And still need to find the shapeshifters and stop them from doing anything worse.

You fly to the Fortress. Taking them inside is no easy job, but soon Eliza shows up and helps you with them. She apparently found where the coats are kept, because she comes in with a few in hand. She wraps Jamie gently close to her, and you lay Lena down, enfolding her with as many blankets as you can find.

“Gramm.” You call her and she comes closer to look at Lena. “She was bleeding, so I stopped it with my freeze breath.”

Eliza smiles at you, and nods. “You did the right thing; it will constrict the blood vessels.” She looks at you, cleaning the tears on your face. “I’ve got her now. She will be fine.”

You breathe deep trying to convince yourself this is true. It has to be true. What other alternative do you have?

“I’ll go pick up Kara.” You look at Jamie, who seems to be coming down from her shock state. “Then you’ll tell me what was going on inside that lab.”

You fly into the DEO unceremoniously and pick Kara up without anyone being able to stop you whatsoever. You’re almost out of there when you hear Brainy’s voice.

“Superkid. Alex and Kelly have appeared.” You look behind you, with Kara still unawake in your arms, but at least her body feels a little more rigid, and that must be a good sign. “They are locked up and-” He narrows his eyes at you. “Where are you taking her? She needs sunlight.”

“I’ll come back for Alex and Kelly. We still have to find the other Alex.” You look down at Kara and breathe deep. “But Supergirl comes with me.”

Brainy thinks about it for a second. You both have a stare down for what it feels like minutes, but it probably wasn’t that long until he breaks eye contact.

“How do I know you’re really you?” He asks and you raise an eyebrow.

“I could ask you the same question, but it wouldn’t matter. You said they couldn’t impersonate us, didn’t you?” You say, decisively. “My momma comes with me. Please don’t try to get in the way of that, I would hate it if I had to ensure our way out.”

“Fair enough.” He nods and you fly away, getting Kara to safety too. It’s just when she is wrapped around in blankets, lying next to Lena, with the yellow sunlight of the ‘Lena Luthor protocol’ on her, that you can breathe.

You look around your family, knowing damn well you’re still missing both of your aunts, and you know this is far from over. You know it’s been too easy. Nothing is ever this easy. Something big is coming, you can just feel it and it sends shiver down your spine.

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DREAM COME TRUE. -- WYATT LYKENSEN.

Paring: Wyatt Lykensen X FEMALE! READER

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: foul language. nudity. graphic descriptions of blood and cannibalism. sexual activity. 

Summary: Weeks after your old elementary friend had finally vanished from all existence everything seems to finally go back to normal. Standing in a coffee shop you met him. And all hell breaks loose.

SEQUEL TO ‘YOU’.

PREVIOUSLY . . .

You were fashioned in the bathroom taking a warm cloth and bringing it towards your face wiping off the dried blood. You sucked in a breathe the sound of your beating heart filling your ears. You didn’t feel at all ashamed for what you had done. That bastard human deserved it.

The overbearing of your anxiety flared, you were worried you might get in huge trouble, since unfortunately, the human is never to blame. You had gone to bed that night in hopes for a better day the next morning -- the only problem was, he saw everything. 

THE DIRT BELOW HIS BROWN BOOTS became sore while he had previously been peering into your small window for the past five minutes watching you. Your brown pale skin covered in the blood that wasn’t your own. Your face dry and lips cracked from the crying you had done, you felt numb. Your heat besting rapidly in anxiety.

The mirror reflected your bruised image. The bags under your eyes were a dark purple, your eyes a dark brown with widened pupils ( a side effect of a broken Z-band which usually wears off after twelve hours ). Your sink water turned a bright pink as the last of his blood washed down the drain. Disappearing into the drain pipes.

Your mascara smeared down your cheeks, your nose and cheeks red and your eyes puffy. ‘Your going to kill him’. A selfish voice spat in his head, his sharp claws dug into the untouched flesh of his tan palm. He was furious.

How could someone so shameful have the power of destroying someone who was so innocent? She was a ray of pure sunshine. His sunshine. The pondering question he already knew the answer to racked the Alpha wolf’s brain. He couldn’t understand it.

You were so innocent. Baby like. His baby. He felt guilt.

A page pant of sadness washed over him. He had wished it was him, who could comfort you from what had just happened. ‘Shh baby it’s okay I’m here now, your safe, completely safe, I won’t let anyone ever harm you again, ever, never again. I am so sorry.

So sorry. So sorry.’ He had imagined you sobbing desperately in his chest the ache of your body he felt against his own skin, he’d stroke your arm softly and whisper sweet nothing in your ear.

He’d reassure you constantly, be their for you when having to deal with the gained trauma even after the act. He’d give you anything you needed. Leave you loving encouraging notes in your belongings. Hold you every night as you slept. Lock every door and window in the house.

He’d lay bare with you in bed for hours just to make sure his babygirl was okay. Although he couldn’t help blame himself. He knew that he couldn’t just burst into your house and save you from your attacker, even after the matter.

‘oh uhm yeah, I’ve totally been watching you for months, that includes changing, and showering, and well... pleasing yourself too.

I’ve seen it all, and uhm I’m kinda in love with you too so I mean that’s a plus, uhm I know literally everything about you, how you are very persistent in organization and you hate cheesy romantic comedies.

How you’d just want to stay up until three a.m. reading a book about truce crime. How you can girl over the most underrated music artists and how you hate a guy that plays dumb in the most basic way. I know you absolutely hate roses anything I’m missing?’

He chuckled at the image of you stunned. He knew more about you than you knew yourself. How you’d jump into his arms, the feeling of your skin against his. Your soft lips brushing against his neck. He’d want it all.

That would immensely creep you out. His intention would to never make you uncomfortable. So the pain only grew worse. Not being able to call you by your name. Hold you. Take in the surreal beauty that was Y/N.

His white fangs pressed against his bottom teeth. His blood boiled to the brim. He wanted to make that disgusting human pay for what he did. His stomach twirled in mixed emotion.

He so badly wanted to hold you in his chest and comfort you, but some things have complicated consequences.

In the low midst of the night he kept a sharp eye on the human who groggily made his way down the deserted dirt road, stalking the weak being beneath the depths of the dark forest.

Small boots could be heard from miles stretched along the black canvas of the open air, the human male scanning his surroundings for some place to rest or.. a possible shortcut that could lead him home.

Wyatt licked his dry lips breathing out slowly watching the human stand in the clearing with curiosity. ‘Kill him’. ‘He deserves to suffer for what he did’. ‘Y/N’. ‘Think of Y/N’. ‘Gut him’.

The imploding thoughts trying to take control of him. His pupils shrunk and turned a bright yellow his fangs grew from the K-9’s in his mouth. He breathed heavily and beast like trying to regain his composure. Sure, he thought of you.

How you would’ve told him ‘this is dangerous and could get you caught by wolf patrol don’t’. But, the monster side of her would’ve agreed with him. Could’ve given into the impulses.

Could’ve joined in on the eccentric thrill of gutting a human to their bones watching as blood came spitting out of their body, falling limp to the ground and squirming like a dead rabbit, until their last breath leaves the closure of their lungs.

But he bit down on the inside of his cheek hard and shoved the impulsive thoughts aside. He caught attention of the human stepping through the clearing, Wyatt swiftly disappeared behind a tree. (Thank his wolf stealth.)

He watching closely behind the large oak as the midnight sky lit up with thousands of glowing stars the bright moon floating still. His feet crunched under the small wood chips and loose dirt, which made Wyatt’s right ear twitch occasionally. 

The human was lost, he had reached up to a large clearing in the middle of the forest ‘maybe this will be a quicker way home’. He thought to himself as he squeezed his way through the thick pine trees that scratched his face and dark leather. Little did he know he wouldn’t be going home.

An owl called in the distance alarming the human. Shrugging it off he walked a few more feet bonfire stopping in the middle of the clearing an eerie feeling began to set it and shake throughout his body. Wyatt quickly ran behind the large oak tree causing the bushes to rustle.

The human quickly threw his head around to the source of the sound, Wyatt felt his heart pace quickly , quicker as each second passed.

The moonstone laid on Wyatt’s chest grew a bright blue his sharp K-9s’ growing to a slick point and his eyes glowing a bright deeming yellow.

A low growl erupted from his stomach the animalistic nature taking grasp of his human side. The human caught sight of a dark shadow peeking out from behind the tree. He bolted the other direction.

His breathing paced as his nimble legs carried him the south west end of the dark dreary forest. Mud crushed under his boots his lungs burning and heaving out of exhaustion. Wyatt was faster. He dodged past trees and bushes running at almost fifty miles.

His leg got caught on a sharp tree ranch nearby he knew that whatever was out to kill him was going to make it quick. He was scared. He pulled with force which caused the branch to cut into the soft flesh of his leg, blood seeped through the blue denim and into Wyatt’s nostrils.

Jumping over large rocks and the bushes he caught up to the human quickly grabbing him by his jacket he pushed to human to the ground and used the force of his arms to hold him in a pin.

The human breathed heavily his eyes widened in fear “please .... don’t hurt me”. He spoke weak like it was an excuse to let him go. Wyatt’s eyes glowed his lips formed a deep snarl.

“Let you go? And what, you continue raping other innocent women”. He whispered a deeply distorted voice replacing Wyatt’s usual calm manner. The monster had completely taken over. The human whimpered and squirmed like a dead animal.

A scream left the human’s mouth and soared above the trees as Wyatt bite deeply into the salty flesh. The blood was warm a large chunk of his skin hung off of Wyatt’s mouth before he spit it out discarding it.

The human grunted and moaned in pain shooting out lines of foul words. Wyatt smirked as he straddled the humans hips in place allowing him to not move.

In panic the human began to wail his arms, the young wolf felt his heart erupt in his chest. The watched as the human wailed in half death, he felt evincible.

The blood squirted and poured out of the human’s uncared wound. The blood tasted sweet in his mouth, a true delicacy.

About fifteen minutes after he threw the discarded bones into a six feet deep ditch he had dug after killing the human.

His mouth, arms, and clothes all drenched in the human’s bodily fluids and chunks of his flesh on his chest.

He smelt foul. He knew he did. He wanted to make sure you were okay but couldn’t come to you smelling like this.

He had walked the path he knew like the back of his hand spotting the small watering hole, he stood at the shore of the small lake the moon glowing brightly over him.

Taking off his fur coat he stripped himself of his purple hoodie before slowly bringing up his white tank top over his head revealing his broad v line, toned abs and chest stained with blood.

Unclasping his jeans he slide them down towards his knees kicking off his boots and white socks. Then came his boxers.

He engulfed himself in the lake slowly, it was freezing cold but was used to it. The water has risen up to the middle of his waist, he began to vigorously rub off the dried blood splashing cold water in his face and arms.

Dipping himself under the cold lake he rushed up and breathed out coughing. Moving his wet hair out of his face he caught sight of a dark shadowed figure that stood at the shore. He could’ve sworn it was you. Your pale skin glimmered beautifully under the moonlight.

He didn’t move a muscle, yet he waited to see what your next intention was. A robe you were wearing slowly feel to the ground as you now stood naked your gaze kept on his, you slowly entered the water.

Your figure made your way through the cold water, his eyes never leaving yours he was absolutely stunned. This had to be surreal.

Your hips moved in the water causing ripples to shift outwards, your brown eyes fluttered innocently. He stood in front of you awestricken, you were gorgeous.

He was scared that maybe if he had made one wrong move you’d leave, so there he stood motionless waiting for you to respond.

You were now in front of him, your naked glory he kept his eyes on you out of full curiosity. Your face inches away from his you guided his hands towards your side his warm arms wrapped securely around your waist.

The tension was lingering, his heart was pacing at an irregular pace questions swirling around in his mind but nonetheless, he wouldn’t change a thing.

The two of your lips met in pure bliss, moving in synchronization your fingernails traveling up the back of his neck and into his soft curls his hands gripping your hips lightly not wanting to hurt you without permission.

His lips trailed from your jaw and to your neck where he softly bite and sucked gaining small moans from you in response.

Heavy breathing and moans began to fall from your lips as he held you in his arms his nails digging into the sides of your hips causing you to squirm, the fingers of his right hand gently sliding over your folds.

Unfortunately for Wyatt, he awoke in a panic, his head was spinning and he was covered in blood. His brown eyes scanned his surroundings, the green trees a dim green and the woods ground wet and sloshy from the rain the night before.

It was a dream.

Fuck. It was a dream.

Shivers shot down his spine and throughout his body as he remembered the horny dream he had. God he wished it where real. He observed his clothing. He was drenched in blood. His whole body.

He pondered to himself in confusion then it clicked. After killing the human he had retreated back to the clearing and fell asleep after ... Waking up he knew aside from the perks of his wolf powers one downside was that wolves couldn’t remember events that happen after they detach from their human form.

He licked his chapped numb lips while his ears perked up, sirens could be heard from miles away, holy shit. The police had found his body. Quickly, he stood up and ran left towards large similar oaks trees, lucky for him he knew the woods so it was easy for him. 

Suddenly while his head was turned behind him making sure he wasn’t seen he quickly looked forward and collided with anther body a loud grunt slipped passed his lips as he fell on the hard soil, groaning. 

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It’s Always Been You ~ 148

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,800ish

Summary: the battle continues....

Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.

The fight was raging on as Clint ran through the battle field, the gauntlet and Stones with him.

“Cap!” He called over the comms. “What do you want me to do with this damn thing?”

“Get those Stones as far away as possible!” Steve ordered.

“No!” Bruce exclaimed. "We need to get them back where they came from.”

“No way to get them back. Thanos destroyed the quantum tunnel,” Tony added.

“Hold on!” Scott interrupted. “That wasn’t our only time machine.” Suddenly, the song La Cucaracha began playing.

“Anyone see an ugly, brown van up there?” Steve wondered, going to higher ground to try himself.

“Yes!” Valkyrie answered. “But you’re not gonna like where’ it’s parked!”

“Scott, how long do you need to get that thing working?” Tony asked.

“Maybe ten minutes,” Scott responded.

“Get it started,” Steve said. “We’ll get the Stones to you.”

“Not until this is finished,” Y/N said. “I need to be able to channel the Stones.” She was blasting the creatures attacking her to bits, trying to reach the Stones.

“Well hurry! You have ten minutes.”

~~~

Dr. Strange was finishing up a group of Chitauri when Tony landed beside him. His helmet disappeared as he came closer to the sorcerer. 

“Hey. You said one out of 14 million, we win, yeah? Tell me this is it,” Tony begged.

“If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen,” Strange responded.

“You better be right… Just tell me if Y/N lives.”

“She demanded the same information about you. And I can’t give you what you want either.”

“I just need to know if she survives this. I don’t care about myself or anyone else, I just need to know about Y/N.”

“I cannot tell you.”

“Then promise me you’ll do everything you can to help her and keep her safe.”

Strange sighed, his heart aching the in familiarity of the conversation. “Of course.”

~~~

Y/N was trying to be careful with the amount of energy she was using. She knew that she needed to save up for a more crucial moment that laid ahead. As she fought off the army, the gauntlet was being tossed around to whoever was the safest for it at the moment. Y/N could hear the voices of who had it in her ear, but she was far more concerned with the battle in front of her.

“Rain fire!” Thanos’ voice boomed across the battlefield.

Y/N inhaled sharply and looked up at the ship that was preparing to fire. Y/N flew up as they began to fire. She quickly noted at one hit Wanda, flinging her away from where she was fighting Thanos. Angry, Y/N flung her arms out and a giant force field formed between the battlefield and the ship.

“Y/N!” A few voices exclaimed.

Tony flew up, hovering beside her. “Honey, I’m right here. You got this.” He could see the strain on her face as she tried her best to protect everyone. “Let me know when you need me and I’ll be right here to catch you.”

All Y/N could do was nod. Tony rushed back down to join the others.

“Uh, is anyone else seeing this?” Rhodey said.

Strange looked over, noticing that water is rushing from the broken dam. Flooding the battlefield. He hurried over, using his magic to stop the water. While he focused his magic on the water, Strange looked up to see how Y/N was holding up. The force field was still taking fire and Y/N seemed to be handling it okay. But there was really no way of telling from down there.

Y/N had her eye clenched, with really no idea of how she was doing what she was doing. But she knew she couldn’t stop. Taking a shaking breath, Y/N peeked her eyes open to seeing the ship’s cannons change direction. Shooting at something in the sky.

“What the hell is this?” Sam wondered.

“FRIDAY, what are they firing at?” Tony asked.

“Something just entered the upper atmosphere,” the AI answered.

A bright light of thundering energy came surging down as Carol Danvers flew through the ship. The ship exploded, crash-landing into the lake.

“Oh, yeah!” Rocket exclaimed.

“Danvers, we need an assist here,” Steve said. Carol nodded, flying down.

“Y/N, you can come down now,” Tony said as he blasted a creature away. No response. “Y/N?” He looked up. Y/N was still there, the force field slowly retracting. Everyone else paused to look up as well, trying to figure out what was going on. “Y/N, answer me!”

With the force field completely gone, Y/N hovered there for a few seconds. Tired, she tried to regain her strength. But instead, her eyes fluttered closed and she plummeted towards the earth.

“Y/N!!!!”

Tony flew to her, catching his wife and holding her tightly to him.

“I got you,” he whispered. “I got you.”

“Tony…” Y/N rasped, slowly coming to as Tony landed.

“I’m right here.” His helmet disappeared. “Always falling,” he smirked.

She pushed away, signaling for him to set her down. Tony did so, keeping his hands firmly on her waist.

“Are you okay?” He worried.

“I’m fine,” she said. “I just didn’t know I could do that.”

“Let’s not do that again then, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Stay safe.” Tony pressed a kiss to her temple before flying away.

Y/N looked around, trying to sense where the Stones were. Her eyes caught sight of Peter, hugging the gauntlet close to his body. Carol was in front of him, going to help him up. Y/N portaled over.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna get it through all that,” Peter said after he handed over the gauntlet.

“Don’t worry,” Wanda replied, landing beside them.

“She’s got help,” Okoye added.

The rest of the women on the battlefield appeared behind Carol. Y/N smirked, sending Peter a nod and a wink. Carol flew with the gauntlet through the army as the others fought them off. 

“Carol!” Y/N exclaimed. “You can’t send the Stones through yet!” 

“We have to,” Bruce responded. “You heard wh—“

“We can’t! Not yet!! I need them. Give them to me.”

“Y/N, what are you thinking?” Tony asked.

“I’m thinking that it’s time to end this, once and for all. And I can’t do that without the Stones.”

“Do you know what you’re doing, Y/N?” Carol asked.

“I will.”

“I’m on my way back to you.”

But before Carol could get to Y/N, Thanos threw is sword at the van, causing an explosion and blasting Carol away. She lost her grip on the Stones as she did.

“No!” Y/N exclaimed. 

She portaled herself over there only for Thanos to hit her back through. Tony quickly flew into Thanos, tackling him to the ground. The wrestled on the ground for a bit before Thanos tossed Tony to the side, causing him hit his head and get knocked out. Thor flew in next, Stormbreaker held high. With help from Steve and Mjolnir, Thor tried to pin Thanos’ arm down. However, Thanos overpowered them both, knocking them out.

As Y/N finally stood back up, Thanos picked up the gauntlet. Carol got to Thanos before Y/N did, punching at him. She kept punching him, but was grabbed my the arm and flung away. Y/N portaled in front of him right as Thanos slipped on the gauntlet, the gamma radiation eating at him.

“Trying to stop me too, little girl?” Thanos taunted.

“I don’t need to try,” Y/N responded.

Holding out her hands, she willed the Stones to her. Cracking the gauntlet, the Stones ripped out and circled around Y/N. Tony, coming too, noticed the scene and pushed himself onto his hands and knees, his helmet disappearing into his suit. He was panting as he quickly made eye-contact with Dr. Strange, who was still holding the water up. With a shaking finger, Strange signaled that this was the one shot they had. Scared for Y/N’s safety, Tony shot up, going to help his wife. Strange quickly held him back with his magic. 

Tony looked back, desperate. “Let me go.”

“I’m sorry,” Strange responded. “But I promised her first."

“Impossible,” Thanos gasped. He fell back as Y/N slowly floated above him.

“I’ve waited a long time for this day,” Y/N responded. Her voice was soft, yet powerful. God-like even. She could be heard throughout the battlefield without having to raise her voice. “I’ve suffered and I’ve thrived. I’ve waited, and I’ve grown irritated with time. But it’s all worth it because I get to end this… once and for all.”

Spreading her arms out and up, tendrils sprouted from the Stones. They spread out, growing across the battlefield. As the tendrils touched those of Thanos’ army, they turned to dust. Thanos watched for a few moments in shock before growling and standing back up. He grabbed Y/N’s foot, yanking her down to the ground and causing the Stones to fall to the ground as well. She grunted as she tumbled in the dirt and debris before coming to a stop.

“Y/N!” Tony exclaimed, pointlessly trying to fight his way to her.

She was still on the ground when Thanos raised his fist. And he came down to hit her, she portaled to stand behind him.

“You missed,” she taunted through her panting.

Y/N pushed a hand forward, blasting Thanos back into a pile of debris. The Stones floated back to her as she marched towards the Titan. Each Stone found a place on her left arm, burning into her skin without her feeling physical pain.

“14 millions ways,” Y/N said, “yet we only win one… I don’t understand how, especially with the Stones on my side. But it doesn’t matter now. Because this is the one we win. You had no chance.”

“There’s always a chance,” Thanos grunted as he tried to get up.

With a flick of her wrist, Thanos’ limbs were pinned by the debris. He struggled against it as she sauntered closer.

“Unfortunately, I’m afraid you’re all out of chances,” she replied. Y/N held up her left arm, the Stones glowing. “Any last words before I end you and anyone you could possibly be allied with?”

“I am… inevitable."

“And I am your doom.”

Then she snapped her fingers and a blinding white light came over the battlefield.

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Five Times Din Accidentally Turned You On

Pairing - Din Djarin x Reader

Summary - It’s embarrassing how a man whose face you have never seen is able to turn you on so quickly without even realizing it. 

Word Count - 3k

Warnings - brief description of an injury, but that’s it! 

When you had agreed to start working with the Mandalorian and met the little green menace, you knew that your life was going to be turned upside down into chaos. 

You had expected most of that chaos to come from the bugger, not from your apparent lack of control over your hormones. 

It was ridiculous. There was no way that you should be this attracted to a man whose face you had never seen. If your mother could see you right now, she would think that you were crazy. Of course, she thought you were crazy already for traveling with a Mandalorian around the Galaxy, but this would be a whole new level for her. 

Yet, here you stood, a little goblin attached at your hip, watching the tension rising with mounting anxiety. You clutched the kid closer to your side as Mando confronted the man, who you now knew wasn’t a Mandalorian, but a Marshal instead, asking him where he got his armor. 

“Bought it off some Jawas.” He answered, taking a sip of his spotchka. 

“Hand it over.” 

Maker he was so damn menacing when he was like this. Even without being able to see his face, you felt a shiver going down your spine from his tone. He was so intimidating; you didn’t see how anyone stood a chance. 

You also didn’t see how you continued to find it so kriffing attractive. 

“Look, pal, I’m sure you call the shots where you come from, but ‘round here, I’m the one tells folks what to do.” Vanth replied. 

“Take it off.” Mando said, stepping forward. “Or I will.” 

As soon as he said those words, all you could think about was him saying them in . . . another context. There was no way you could control your response. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself after you let out the oddest little half squeak / half choked sound. You bit your lip as you watched everyone in the room, the bartender, Cobb Vanth, and even Mando’s helmet tilt in your direction. You even felt the little womp rat’s head turn towards you curiously. Which gave you the idea. “I - the kid - I’m gonna - while you two work this out.” You said, gesturing to him before hurrying outside. 

As soon as you stepped out of the bar, you took a deep breath, and then let out a loud groan of embarrassment. Looking down at the kid, he gave you a look that clearly said he was disgruntled at being blamed for a noise you made. 

“I’m sorry, buddy, sometimes your dad . . .” You were not about to tell this little guy how hot you thought his dad was. “You’ve got to take one for the team this time okay? I’ll get you cookies to make up for it later.” You added when he didn’t seem like he was pleased with that. 

At least bribery worked with him. 

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For as long as you could remember, you loved flying. You didn’t know where it had come from, since your mom was scared of heights and you didn’t know anything about your father other than he had been a farmer, but from the moment that you looked up into the sky and saw a ship soaring overhead, you had loved it. Getting the chance to live on a ship and see the galaxy that way was another reason you had said yes to Mando when he asked. 

Flying on a ship with a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter was nothing like you expected though. 

Your eyes drifted back and forth from the sky to Mando, too captivated by the sight in front of you to be scared. Tie fighters were shooting at you from what seemed like every direction, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be worried. Mando would take care of you. He always did. 

You glanced over at the child who was buckled up in a seat next to you, his little green hands in the air as he cooed and giggled in excitement. Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but grin at the sight. 

“Hang on,” Mando said to the two of you, and your arm reached out to the kid, close enough to where you could grab him if he went flying. You held your breath as the Crest began to fall for a moment until Mando engaged it once more, spinning it in circles to avoid the tie fighter’s blasts. The Child’s laughter became louder in your ears as you grabbed a hold of his clothes, but your eyes were glued to the sight in front of you, adrenaline pounding in your veins as you came closer and closer - 

Then he blasted it out of the sky, as you knew he would. 

You let out a cheer, echoed by the gremlin next to you, and leaned forward, finding a bit of Mando’s arm that wasn’t covered in armor and giving it a squeeze. “That was amazing! I’ll never understand how you can do that so easily.” You told him, your voice as breathless as if you had been the one flying. 

“Wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.” He said, and by the way his muscles tensed under your hand, you got the feeling he hadn’t meant to say that. 

It was no secret that Mando was protective of you. He had been from the start, but hearing him say it like that? Almost . . . possessive? Maker, the way it made you feel. You opened your mouth. You weren’t sure what you were going to say, but before you could, he interrupted you. “And the kid of course. Not too bad, huh kid?” He asked, looking at him over his shoulder. 

The little womp rat gagged, expelling the remains of his blue cookies. 

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All of this was way out of your league, that was obvious enough. The Jedi, the Force, all of those things had been over your head from the start. They had been legends for so long, it was hard to believe that the little green gremlin you had been looking after, Grogu, you corrected yourself, was one of them. 

You watched as the Jedi, Ahsoka Tano, beckoned Din over to her, deciding to use Din to get Grogu to show his powers. The bond the two of them shared had grown even more so over the past couple of months, and you had to admit, if anyone could get Grogu to use his powers, it would be Din. 

Sure enough, after some coddling, Grogu made his favorite little silver ball fly from Din’s fingers to his hand. The smile on your face widened as Din spoke. “Good job! Good job, kid!” He exclaimed, stepping towards him. “You see that?” He asked you and Ahsoka without waiting for an answer. He stopped in front of him, bending down to his level, “that’s right. I knew you could do it.” He took the silver ball from him, “Very good.” 

Warmth filled your chest at the proud tone in his voice. The way that he interacted with Grogu was one of the cutest things that you had ever seen. While he wasn’t the kid’s biological father, you knew that he was close enough. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how great he would be with his own kids, if he decided to have them one day. 

. . . maybe with you. 

The intrusive thought had the heat rushing to your face, and you cleared your throat as if it would help get the images out of your mind. 

“Are you all right?” Ahsoka asked from next to you. 

You nodded, but from the smirk on her lips, you got the feeling that her and her Jedi mind tricks knew exactly why you had gone into a coughing fit. 

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“You’re getting better.” 

The words should have been a comfort to you. Din had been teaching you fighting techniques for months, but now that the kid - Grogu, had been taken, you were practicing with renewed vigor as you all geared up for a mission to find Moff Gideon’s coordinates. You knew that you were getting better, and Din didn’t say anything he didn’t mean, but you knew it wasn’t enough. “I can’t get the kick.” You mumbled, brushing some of your sweaty hair out of your eyes. 

He nodded, and your heart rate kicked up even more as he moved around behind you. He was so close you could hear every slide of that beskar as it moved with him. “You need to widen your stance.” He gave a gentle kick to your left foot, and you obediently spread your leg further apart. “Adjust your hips like this . . .” The cool leather of his gloves landed on your hips, moving them into position. “Now find your center of gravity.” He added, his voice even lower than normal. 

It turned your brain to mush. How the hell were you supposed to concentrate like this? The man you desired more than anything was so close to you that you could feel every exhale of that beskar chest piece against your back, hear every breath as it exited his helmet. 

“You can do it.” Din said, his hands giving your hips a little squeeze. 

You remembered him saying those words. To a little green goblin that had stolen your heart. A child you were determined to get back. The thought managed to snap you back into focus, and with a deep breath you executed the move to perfection. 

Well, sorta. 

Din caught you as you stumbled back from the momentum, his fast reflexes allowing him to wrap his arm around your waist and catch your back against his hard chest with a soft chuckle. The sound, so rarely heard, made your stomach swirl with butterflies. “Good girl. Just have to work on your balance.” 

Good girl? Good girl? Dank farrik was he trying to kill you? You stumbled out of his arms, heat rushing to your face. “I’ve got to - I can’t - I’ve got to go.” You couldn’t be around him for a second longer or you were pretty sure you’d lose your mind and do something stupid like beg him to call you that again. Preferably with no clothes on. 

Even if you couldn’t see his face, you could tell by the tilt of his helmet in your direction that he was confused. 

You didn’t stick around long enough to give him the chance to ask any questions. 

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Everything had happened so quickly it turned into a blur in your mind. Storming the ship, getting shot by a blaster and having to be dragged by Fennic and Bo-Katan onto the bridge while you tried not to scream at the pain in your thigh, Din arriving with Grogu and the dark saber in his hands, and Moff Gideon in his custody. Then there was the DarkTroopers arriving and subsequently being destroyed by a Jedi. 

And as soon as you had gotten Grogu back . . . he was gone again. 

You didn’t look when Din took his helmet off. Your eyes stayed glued to Grogu as soon as you had seen his hands move to the helmet. It seemed . . . disrespectful to look. This moment was for the two of them, no one else. When Grogu was gone, the helmet went back on, and without anything to distract you from the pain anymore, you let out a whimper. 

 Din rushed to your side at once, and you thought he might have been grateful for something to focus on other than your little family of three now becoming one of two. He lifted you into his arms without a second thought, and after some directions from Bo-Katan, carried you to a small medbay where he got to work on your wound. 

Watching him was a nice distraction as he ripped open the leg of your pants until he could see all of the wound. The display was already stirring something inside of you, and it escalated as he took his gloves off and touched you for the first time with his bare hands. 

They were large, but of course you already knew that. The gentleness they touched you with though . . . it was a sharp contrast to the way he had ripped your pants. He touched you as if he wasn’t worthy to be touching you. Hesitant and soft, every movement of his fingers slow and careful as if you were going to be scared away. When he pressed against the edge of your wound, the whimper that left your lips wasn’t only because of the pain. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice rough through his helmet as he grabbed ahold of some bacta spray from a table nearby. While the bacta helped the pain, it didn’t help your racing heart. 

It was embarrassing. More so than it had ever been, that you couldn’t get your feelings under control. Surely he had to notice. The amount of times you had done something stupid because you had taken what he said the wrong way or touched you was numerous. How could he not know? Had he been humoring you because you were good with the kid? 

And now that Grogu was gone, did he even want you around anymore? 

The sudden thought made you tense because while it had come out of nowhere, it could be true. Yes, you could do some simple repairs and cook, but your main job had been watching after Grogu. He didn’t need that now. He had survived fine by himself before you got there, what’s to say he wouldn’t want to go back to that? He’d never given you any indication that he didn’t. Was this the last time the two of you would be together? 

Attentive as always, he noticed the shift in your mood at once. He spoke your name, soft and almost melodic. “What are you thinking about?” 

Of course the one time you most needed to lie to him, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not after what had happened. “Do you want me to go?” You whispered, looking down at the ground. You couldn’t stand to see what his expression might be.

There was a moment’s pause that made your heartbeat pick up, and for the first time around Din, not in a good way. “What?” He asked, his voice sounding a little strangled. 

As was your normal response when you got nervous, you started babbling. “I know I mostly looked after the kid. I’m not a fighter . . . I’m not a Mandalorian . . . I’m a nuisance and another mouth to feed. If you want me to go, I can go.” Would it break your heart? Absolutely, but you never wanted to be somewhere you weren’t wanted. 

“Stop,” was all he said, so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. 

But you continued, unable to keep the words from leaving your mouth. “Bo-Katan or Fett can drop me off at the nearest planet, and you won’t -”

There was a loud clunk as a helmet of beskar hit the floor. You jumped, the sound startling you and you watched as it rolled a bit, stopping a couple of feet away. “Look at me.” 

It was the second time you had heard his voice without the helmet, but it struck you harder this time. Maker it was beautiful. Gruff and low, yet somehow he was so . . . soft spoken as well. As if he wasn’t sure how to talk without his helmet, and you guessed he probably wasn’t. You wanted to do what he asked. You wanted to know what he looked like, but it still felt so private . . . 

He said your name again, and you almost started crying at how tenderly he spoke it. His hand found your chin, tilting it up to reveal his facial hair covered jaw, his pale, pink lips, and pointed nose, all the way to the most beautiful, most expressive brown eyes you had ever seen. 

Din Djarin was in fact, every bit as handsome as you imagined him to be, which made your next words so much harder for you to say. “I have feelings for you.” You gasped out. “Strong - really strong ones, and they’re not going to go away. So if you can’t deal with that I need to -”

His hands cupped your cheeks and all of the sudden, Din was leaning closer. So close that your breath mingled with his and everything around the two of you seemed to vanish. There was nothing else that mattered except this moment. You expected him to say something, anything that would cut this tension that hung in the air, but he didn’t. 

Instead he closed the small distance between the two of you and kissed you. 

It was soft. Oh, so much softer than you ever expected him to be capable of doing. Then you realized how stupid that was of you to think, because Din had never been anything but soft with the people that he cared about. 

For a moment you didn’t move, still surprised that he was kissing you, but then you couldn’t hold back. Your lips moved against his, as lightly as his were moving against yours. Your fingers were itching to touch him, to tangle in those messy brown waves, but you were afraid to scare him off. So they hung by your side at a safe distance while Din continued to kiss you and make sure that you never wanted to kiss anyone else ever again. 

After what seemed like hours, and you wouldn’t complain if it had been, he pulled back, but not far enough to put any real distance between the two of you, instead pressing his forehead against your own. “Just because I gave up the kid, doesn’t mean I want to give you up too.” You let out a soft sigh as his lips left gentle kisses across your jaw and cheek. “Stay with me. Stay cyar’ika.” He whispered against your skin. 

As if anything could pull you away now.

#din djarin x reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin x you #mandalorian x you #star wars imagine

[ninjettey]

Boys and Aliens

Experiment 626 - A.K.A. Stitch escapes from the Intergalactic Prison Transport.  The stolen police cruiser lands near Hawaii, but Stitch bailed out early, landing on the beach of Santa Carla.

AN:  No Lilo.  The trial dialogue is almost verbatim from the Lilo and Stitch movie.  I do not own The Lost Boys or Stitch.

Chapter One

The Galactic Alliance councilman of all universal species were gathered in the massive coliseum.  The Grand Councilwoman heading the proceedings of one Dr. Jumba Jookiba.  An intelligent alien teetering on the line of insanity and brilliance.  He was being charged with unethical experimentation in genetics.  Jumba was heavily restrained and surrounded by guards on a floating platform in the center of the coliseum.  

The Grand Councilwoman calls for silence before addressing the accused, “Read the charges.”

Gantu, Captain of the Galactic Alliance read Jumba’s charges out loud, “Dr. Jumba Jookiba-- lead scientist of Galaxy Defense Industries-- you stand before this council accused of illegal genetic experimentation.”

The coliseum was filled with hushed conversations in regards to the charges.  Some repeating rumors of horrid experiments gone wrong.  Or of the many times the doctor has relocated his laboratories to not raise suspicion.  When the Grand Councilwoman speaks, every being quiets, “How do you plead?”

Jumba stood tall, confident that his experimentations were safely locked away in his laboratory.  He was not going to lose.  Not this time.  With a clear and concise voice, “Not guilty.  My experiments are only theoretical--completely within the legal boundaries.”  

The coliseum burst in volume as everyone spoke their own opinion.  The doors behind Jumba open.  A massive containment unit floating into the room.  Stopping near the center.  Grand Councilwoman states, “We believe you’ve actually created something.”

The containment unit could be seen by every being.  It proceeded to open.  Jumba laughs, “Created something?! Ha! But that would be irresponsible and unethical. I would never, ever--… make more than one!”  Inside a glass case was a little blue creature with big ears twitching with every sound, two antennae on the top of his round shaped head.  Big, black bottomless eyes taking in his surroundings.  His puppy-like nose is overwhelmed with the scents of every being.  Four arms, two of which have the ability to shrink into himself to become a quadaped, three digits and opposable thumbs on each fur covered paw. Several spikes that act as additional antennae on his back.  He was wearing an orange and red zipper-front jump-suit.

Captain Gantu blurted out, “What is that monstrosity?”  Jumba sputters at the insult, “Monstrosity! What you see before you is the first of a new species. I call it Experiment 626. He is bulletproof, fireproof and can think faster than a supercomputer. He can see in the dark and move objects three thousand times his size! His only instinct: To destroy everything he touches!”  Jumba falls over in his restraints as he cackles.

The Grand Councilwoman is shocked at the sight of the creature, “So, it is a monster?”  Jumba stops cackling like a lunatic, “Only a little one.”  Gantu voices his opinion, “It is an affront to nature.  It should be destroyed!”  Grand Councilwoman lifts her hand to stop the chatter, “Calm yourself, Captain Gantu. Perhaps it can be reasoned with. (to Stitch) Experiment 626, give us some sign you understand any of this. Show us that there is something inside you that is good.”

Experiment 626 ceases his efforts to escape the glass containment to answer the council, “MEEGA NALA KWEESTA! (I WANT TO DESTROY!)”

The audience gasps.  The Grand Councilwoman clutches her chest, “So naughty.”  Experiment 626 laughs hysterically while Jumba claims he didn’t teach him that, still trying to convince the council of his innocence even with the evidence laughing in their faces. Gantu issues the order, “Place that idiot scientist under arrest.”  Jumba could be heard yelling, “I prefer to be called EVIL GENIUS!”  As he put in his own containment unit and quickly shuttled away.

The Grand Councilwoman issues her judgement on the creature, “And as for that abomination, it is fiord project of a deranged mind. It has no place among us. Captain Gantu, take him away.”  Gantu cracks his knuckles, “With pleasure.”

On board the prison transport, Experiment 626 is restrained to the ceiling of a cell, upside down with only his head visible.  Two massive, eight barrel laser cannons pointed in his direction.  Gantu taunts the creature, “Uncomfortable? Aw… Good! The council has banished you to exile on a desert asteroid. So, relax… enjoy the trip and don’t get any ideas! These guns are locked onto your genetic signature. They won’t shoot anyone but you.”  Gantu walks away from the creature as one of the cell guards takes a syringe with the creature’s blood and injects it into the cannons.  “Secure the cell.”

Captain Gantu returned to the bridge, “All ahead full.”  The prison transport and the following brigade started the flight to the deserted asteroid.  Experiment 626 was twisting in his restraints, loosening them up so he could escape.  The cannons followed his every move, and that’s when an idea struck him.  He used his saliva to gauge the reaction of these cannons and found they followed the dribble.  The noise from his experiment captured the attention of the only present guard.  The creature spit a massive wad of saliva onto the guard, triggering the cannons.  This provided the distraction he needed to break free and escape his cell.

A female copilot announced, “Gunfire!  In the cell bay!”  

The creature had gotten loose, ventured into the ventilation system and exited into a loading bay.  Stealing a police cruiser, he blasted through the loading bay doors and flew into space.  He passed by the bridge windows and one alien noted, “He uh… took the red one.”  

Other police cruisers closed in on the creature’s craft.  He had punched through the dash to disable the tracking system.  He could hear the commands flowing through the coms device on the dashboard.  It was then he knew he would have a better chance of escaping if he activated the hyper-drive.  The damage from the punch to disable the tracking system, also damaged navigation.  He activated the hyper-drive with no predetermined designation.  

With no way to track the creature, the Galactic Alliance didn’t know where to begin to look for the creature.  The Grand Councilwoman had issued an order to watch for any suspicious activity anywhere in the universe.  “It is going to take a millennia to find that abomination.  Gantu, I am putting you in charge of tracking down that creature.”  Gantu hung his head in shame, “Yes, Grand Councilwoman.”

Meanwhile

626 comes out of hyper-drive near Earth.  He flies towards the unknown planet.  The pressure from entering the atmosphere has the craft groaning, the internal pressure building up.  626 releases the ejector seat, landing on a desolate beach at night, the craft crashes hundreds of miles away in the ocean.  The advanced craft was not detected on Earth’s radars.  626 released the restraints of the seat, pulled off the suit and threw everything into the ocean.  Getting rid of any evidence of his arrival for now.

He took a look around.  Several hundred yards away were bright lights of some sort of amusement park.  626 cautiously moved towards it.  He was about one-hundred yards away from this amusement park when he heard some loud, rambunctious laughter, then a small voice crying for help.  On the other side of a sand dune was a bonfire and a group of grown, intoxicated men tossing around a small child.  626 being new to the planet needed someone to show him around.  This small, innocent being may be able to help him adapt to this planet before he destroys it.

Rushing towards the group of men, 626 claws, bites and tears apart the men.  Leaving the normally golden sand below his paws crimson red and sticky.  The small being lifts his head from the ground, his face bloodied and swollen.  He looks around and sees various body parts strewn around the area and a strange creature with four arms walking up to him.  626 approaches the boy, “Meega 626.”  The creature gestures to himself, then to the boy, “Yuuga?”  The boy takes a swallow breath, “Laddie.  Thank you.”  The boy promptly passed out.  626 sniffed the boy for his scent and possibly scents of others like him.  He turned his nose to the sky trying to catch the scent of the others, finding it leads to the amusement park.

Picking up the boy with his top two arms, he runs towards the boardwalk, keeping in the shadows.  The scent of the others has become very strong above his head.  He tilted his head listening to the raised voices above him, “You were supposed to keep an eye on him Star!  Laddie could be anywhere.  So help me, if he is hurt, I will tear you apart.”  626 perks up when he recognizes Laddie’s name.  He gently sets Laddie down and climbs the post to the top of the boardwalk.  626 sat on the top railing looking at the five humans staring at him.

The group of four men and one woman turn towards the noise of something crawling up the side of the boardwalk.  It perched on the top railing.  This strange creature just looks at them with it’s big black eyes.  They can see it’s covered in blood.  The man with long, dark hair is the closest to 626.  He could smell Laddie’s blood on him as well as the blood of other men.  The man moves to grasp the creature, but 626 jumps out of reach.  “Where is he?  Where is Laddie?!” The man yells, his eyes shifting to a yellow with red outer line before shifting back.  626 points to under the boardwalk with one of his paws.

The man brushes past 626 and jumps over the railing landing in the sand next to the boy, “Laddie!”  The boy jolts awake hearing one of his brothers calling his name.  “Dwayne, where’s 626?” Laddie asked in a quiet voice as Dwayne picked him up.  The other three men followed Dwayne down.  The man with a really poofy mane asked, “What’s 626?”  “He saved me from Surf Na….” Laddie’s heavy lidded eyes close as he passes out again.  His breathing is raspy and shallow.  A classic sign of broken ribs.  One of the men dressed in all black and short hair spoke, “Dwayne, take Laddie back to the cave.  The rest of us will find where Laddie was attacked.  Star?”  The girl looks at her ex.  He handed her some money.  “Get something to eat.”  His way of telling her to go away.  Dwayne left on his bike with Laddie.

626 was watching from the shadows under the boardwalk.  He looked back and forth between the boy leaving on a motorcycle and the rest of the group.  One of them looked in the general direction of 626, “You can come out.  We’re not going to hurt you.”  This one had on an interesting, colorful, patch-covered jacket.   The creature moved out from behind the pillar he was partially hiding behind.  The men looked up at 626, he was on the under-side of the boardwalk looking down at them.  626 tilted his head, narrowed his eyes at the men.  He didn’t want to trust them, but they don’t seem afraid of him and he doesn’t have a choice.  626 crawled down the post, approaching the men with caution.  

Marko, Paul and David were able to get a better look at this strange creature.  They couldn’t look away from this four armed, big eyed creature that looked like it belonged in a Sci-Fi movie.  The four beings were distracted from their staring contest when a dog barked.  626 looked at the noisy creature running on the beach, then himself and decided to try and blend in better.  These men watched as 626 pulled two of his arms, his antennae on the top of his head, and the spikes on his back into his body.  Now, 626 looked more like a weird species of canine.  Poofy mane enthusiastically exclaimed, “That was so cool.  I’m Paul.”  He pats the one with the brightly colored jacket covered in patches, “This is Marko, and the one in all black is David.”  

David rolled his eyes at Paul.  The stoner is way too cheerful sometimes.  David lit a cigarette before speaking to 626, “Can you show us where you saved Laddie?”  626 nodded his head, “Ih.”  They went back to their bikes.  626 got excited when he saw them.  He climbed onto the gas tank of the closest one, which turned out to be Marko’s.  The guys chuckled at him.  Marko mounted his bike and told 626 to hold on.  Kicking their bikes to life, they drove down the nearest stairs and onto the beach following the general direction 626 pointed.  The closer they got to the slowly dying bonfire, the stronger the smell of blood got.  

The guys parked their bikes and climbed up the sand dune.  They looked back and forth between 626 and the mess he made.  Paul and Marko suddenly bust out laughing.  They laugh so hard there’s tears running down their faces.  David chuckles, “Impressive.  Come on boys, let’s help him clean up.”  626 was a little confused but he helped throw what’s left of the Surf Nazis into the bonfire.  Once done, David crouches to 626’s level, “It would be best if you stayed with us.  Most people wouldn’t react the way we did.”  Knowing David was right, 626 went with them back to their cave that they call home.

Dwayne looked up as the rest of the guys and 626 entered the cave.  He stood from where he was sitting on Laddie’s bed.  The boy had been bandaged, given some blood from the ‘wine’ bottle they keep and was falling asleep.  David asked, “How is he?”  Dwayne ran one of his hands through his hair, “He has a concussion, broken ribs, busted lip, and his left arm was broken.  Did you find the assholes that did it?”  David looked over his shoulder at 626, who was crawling up the wall exploring the cave, “Yeah.  Little guy tore them apart.  Five Surf Nazis have been taken out.”  Laddie’s small voice was heard, “Six.  There were six.”  A sound pretty similar to that of a cat hacking up a hairball was heard from 626.  He had coughed up a wallet and a cheap watch.  The guys didn’t even bat an eye.  Marko picked up the wallet soaked in drool, “Welp, I think we know what happened to Greg.”  The guys all shared a look, “He could be our very own Hellhound.”

Dwayne went up to 626 to really look at him.  He tilted his head, “What are you?”  626 brought his other two arms, antennae and spikes out, “Meega Experiment 626.”  He points towards the outside, “Me crash.”  Those two, broken English sentences explained quite a bit.  “Okay boys, got ourselves an actual alien,”  David sat in his wheelchair.  626 felt a little worried, thinking these beings were going to alert the Galactic Alliance.  Dwayne was still watching the small creature and saw the look on his face.  “We won’t tell anyone you’re here.  We are not exactly law-abiding citizens.”  626 was relieved for the moment.  He still planned on destroying the planet.  But he would need to commandeer or build a ship first.  His thoughts were interrupted by Marko, “Why don’t you make yourself at home.  We’re going to sleep soon.  We sleep during daylight.”

Looking around the cave, 626 spots the boy, Laddie’s bed.  The alien gets on the foot of the bed, burrows under the blanket and gets comfortable.  He was asleep before the sun rose.  Star returned and went to bed without saying a word to anyone.  The guys glared at her back, waiting for the day she either turns fully or they get permission to kill her.  She has one job, and that is to look after Laddie.  Star keeps screwing that up.  If it wasn’t for 626, Laddie would have died tonight.  The sun was starting to rise, so the guys ventured to their subcave to sleep.

#the lost boys #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #paul #dwayne #marko #the lost boys 1987

[highqueenofelfhame]

Hi Em! Could you write something with the word mirror?

this isn’t what you asked for because it isn’t fanfiction but it is involving a mirror idk i hope you guys enjoy it a little bit lol

Leaves crunched under her feet; shoes smudged ash on the sidewalk. She moved down the road, the smell of burned hair stinging her nostrils as the wind splayed her hair across her face. The breeze caused the smallest of bumps to erupt over her soot-covered skin, the unusually cool bite barely registering in her mind. She moved slowly, numbly, blindly through the street, unable to form a coherent thought about the events of the day. There seemed to be a towering black wall blocking out of her memory that refused to budge as she attempted to recall her morning. Something had happened, that much she knew, but it was merely a shadow behind her that she couldn’t quite reach.

As dusk approached, the sky was murky with clouds of smoke curling from lumps of debris. The heavy smell of fire filled her lungs and sent sharp chills up and down her spine, almost shooting holes in that wall in her memory, that thing she couldn’t quite grasp. Still it remained out of reach, as difficult to retain as reaching out and catching a handful of wind.

At the end of the road, there was a manor house, gray stone blackened by the tongue of flame. She stopped at the bottom of the staircase, green eyes shifting up to the once-grand building. Everything about it was familiar but unfamiliar. Her body had been moving down the street and toward this building on its own accord as though she were a pawn in a chess game or a magnet meeting it’s other half. If someone had come up and asked what she was doing here, words would have failed her. What was she doing here?

She took the first step, black boot leaving an imprint in the ash that littered the stone steps. A twig snapped in the heavy silence, and she whipped around, hair spinning out and cutting through the air. Nobody was there. It was only her on the abandoned road in the middle of an equally abandoned neighborhood. There didn’t appear to be another soul in the entire universe. Just her and this house with a symphony of howling wind cutting the silence.

By the time she reached the door, she felt like her entire body was vibrating with energy, tension, and anticipation. The large door was already cracked open and a slight push had it swinging in on its hinges. It was dark — it took several moments for her eyes to adjust. The only light source was a dim illumination of an overcast sky coming through dirty windows and tattered curtains. The white marble of the flooring was tarnished and cracked in some places. Every step was punctuated by the crinkling of dead leaves. Vines twined down the walls, twisted up through the broken pieces of the floor to reach up and out. The whole setting reminded her of a fairytale.

A skeptical part of her remained aware that anything or anyone could be hidden in the shadows.

Step by step she edged deeper into the manor, taking in every fragmented detail of the dilapidated place. It was impossible to be sneaky within the walls of the manor with how littered the floors were. If someone dangerous was lurking about, they would have known about her entry the moment she stepped foot inside.

Her eyes shifted around the first room she peered into – a sitting room. The furniture had been burned to heaps of black crumbles on the floor, nothing left but the wirework and metal that made up the skeletons of once luxurious and elaborate settees and chairs. Paint and paper peeled from the walls, curling and laying on the ruined wooden floors. They had once been glossy but now had no evidence of shine. No one had been here to take care of the home in years, maybe even decades. Not since well before the fires, since well before the town was ruined. The paintings that had once been intricate and priceless were destroyed and worthless. It was a shame, she thought. Seeing the fragmented remains of once vibrant color tickled something in the back of her mind. Maybe she liked art. Maybe she was an artist. Her lips turned into a frown when she couldn’t even remember that much about herself.

The next door, the white one in the middle of the hallway, caught her eye. Where the rest of the manor had been in ruins, this room was untouched by flame or time. Instead, the white paint of the door was pure —the color of freshly fallen, sparkling snow. She wasn’t even sure what the original color of the first door had been. Perhaps it, too, had been white, but the damage had it in ruins. It made little sense that this one looked as though painters had just finished the job.

She peered inside, lips parting in surprise at the warm light that illuminated the room. There was no dust on the mantle; the marble floor was polished to the point that she could make out the dirt and ash that marred her pale skin. The furniture, which was regal and made with silky floral designs, looked brand new as though not a soul had ever sat on its cushions. The walls had the lower half painted, the upper half covered in fleur-de-lis wallpaper that glistened in the golden light illuminating the space. The metallic nature of the paper itself reflected at certain angles in such a way it almost hurt her eyes to look at. Above her, golden filigree twisted and curled around and around. Beautifully painted men and cherubs perched on fluffy clouds in the bluest of skies on the ceiling. If the rest of the house hadn’t been in utter ruins she would have been entranced to inspect every inch of the artwork. Instead, her hands curled into fists. Something deep inside her was screaming that this was wrong and unnatural. It sent unease running along her nerves, a tremor working its way from her fingers to her toes. She may as well have been shivering for how profound her anxiety seemed to be.

She turned her head to survey the rest of the room but was stopped by a wall covered in mirrors. The room was reflected perfectly, not a thing out of place. It was her own appearance that stood out in stark contrast. For a moment, she forgot that this room was the red flag. Instead she felt as though she was out of place, like she was the one that didn’t belong. She moved toward the mirrors, almost as though a phantom wind urged her along, guiding her until she stopped before the largest mirror in the center of the wall.

Gone was the soot that had covered her body. All that remained smooth, pale skin. No traces of dirt remained. The burnt ends of her hair had grown back, once again long and flowing to her waist. Somehow it had more luster and shine than her chocolate locks had ever held, from what she was able to remember through the brain fog. Her eyes were bright and alight with wonder, not plagued by whatever tragedy she failed to recall. Even her cheeks had color to them like rose petals had been pressed into them; her lashes were long and thick. This morning the glimpse of her reflection had been dirty and ragged. The filthy denim jeans she wore looked fresh off the rack in the mirror before her and even the white shirt that hung from her frame was spotless and free of a single wrinkle. By some strange magic her clothing seemed to fit better. Everything about her had been gaunt and grim in the shop window down the street when she had pulled herself to her feet. In this mirror, however, she was clean from head to toe. Brand new. Immaculate.

When she looked down at herself, she appeared as she had walked in. Her hair was short and choppy, ends singed from fire. The old clothes she wore and her skin were covered in dirt and ash, scars and blisters. Her nails were black from the mud packed beneath them and broken. Once black boots were more gray than black, old from years and years of shuffling around through town. Soot was caked on so thickly that when she swiped over it, there was a small heap on her fingertip. When she looked back in the mirror, however, everything was perfect. Not a hair out of place.

Her fingers rose, brow furrowed as she touched the mirror gently. More curious than the perfect room in the crumbling mansion, more curious than the reflection that reflected incorrectly, the mirror—which stretched wall to wall, ceiling to floor— rippled like water beneath her touch. Waves distorted the once perfect reflection, the view almost making her nauseous. She staggered back, taken by surprise as her reflection wobbled from the effects. The liquid mirror rolled out to the edges of the ornate golden frame like the ocean. Unable to ease her shock, she reached out again to feel for any discrepancy in how it should feel. What she expected was a cool hard surface that she associated with mirrors and planes of glass. There was no reason for it to feel like any icy lake in the middle of winter, but she swore it had.

When her fingers nearly touched the mirror for a second time, it distorted again. This time, though, to her utter horror, something was reaching back at her.

It happened very quickly. So quickly that she was unable to get away from the mirror, unable to stumble back, unable to get out of the room. From the center, a hand extended, every curve reflecting parts of the room at odd angles – the ceiling, the floor, the paintings and the golden carvings, the candles, and the crystals that hung from the chandeliers. As she tried to step and stumble away her feet seemed cemented to the floor. Her body froze in place as ice-cold fingers wrapped around her wrist—fingers that were frozen and solid, not at all like those of a human— and yanked her through the mirror and into a world that was nothing like her own.

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revolution part I; resonance

Pairings: Nakamoto Yuta x reader, slight Dong Sicheng x reader

Themes: post apocalyptic au, dystopian au, angst, slight humour

Warnings: death, night terrors, heavy angst, implications of torture, alterations to humans, war, mentions of nuclear bombing, betrayal, slightly psychotic characters, blood, PG15

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Authors Note: I really love this fic, though there’s not much romance in this part. Thank you to @danishmiilk​  and  @chicksung​ for beta reading! I would love to hear your review and any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

A guard dragged a girl’s body across the ground, holding her harshly by the vest she wore. Her body writhed and shook electricity crackling over her skin. He threw her on top of the pile of bodies that sat in front of him. He looked at her limp frame, as it slid down the pile, twitching.

“Now what”, he asked gruffly into the speaker on his chest. The crackling was the only thing to be heard for a few minutes before the sound of someone clearing their throat filled the silence.

“Throw them into the water”, the voice said confidently, “It’ll destroy them”

“But sir-” “They’re failed experiments”, it said smoothly, “They need to be destroyed”

“Sir, but the girl”, the guard said, “She’s-”

“Throw her too”, it said in a sing-song voice, “the water will kill all of them, including her. They’re all still somewhat human, after all”

The guard didn’t respond, doubting the man's choices.

“MK 02”, the voice continued, “She needs to be destroyed, she’s been tampered with and if she’s left to live, she will be dangerous”

I know she’s human, he silently screamed in mental agony, I know who she is, I know everything!

The guard swallowed the lump in his throat, “Yes sir”, he said shakily, opening one of the doors to the left, pressing a few buttons, and taking one last glance at the pile. This was his job, but he felt guilty, especially for the girl, who had been with him since he was little, until he was roped out of the experiment. The last time he saw her, she was twelve, eyes full of fear as she was pulled into the labs, her screams resounding through the common room. The first experiment, the one that was most experimented on, the most damaged one.

He was lucky, lucky to have escaped that living hell, unlike many of the other children he had grown up with. 

Luck was the only thing that had separated him from the rest. His hands shook pathetically above the final step, regret pulsing through his veins as everything he had done came rushing back to him. Ever since he joined the other side of the project, he had become the villain, he turned against his friends, his family. Impulsively, he grabbed a mask, fitting it over the girl’s face, snapping the straps back in place. She was the only one he was able to save.

Pressing the final button, the door opened completely, pulling the pile of bodies into the water, the green murky liquid washing over the people he knew and loved at one point, gone forever.

He let out a shaky breath, a single tear rolling down his face as he slumped down into his uniform, as he pulled off his gloves, fisting his completely metal fingers. He had managed to hide it all these years, and he felt more selfish than he had ever felt right at that moment.

Because he belonged in that pile of bodies, floating around to their death.

TWO YEARS LATER

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Confined. 

You couldn’t think properly, your body twisted in an almost Inhuman position in the small confinement, begging to be released. You felt wet, sluggish, and trapped, in what, you didn’t know.

You moved around frantically, trying to grab something, but you were met with the smooth walls of your entrapment, metal, and cold. You couldn’t open your eyes, the liquid was heavy, weighing you down. You pushed upwards, sliding your arms upwards until your fingers felt free, out of the liquid. Your fingers curled around the edge of whatever this was and using all your strength, you pulled yourself up. You felt weak, if you slipped, or let go, you wouldn’t be able to pull yourself up again. 

Feeling cold air hit your skin, you gasped, opening your eyes and scanning your surroundings. You seemed to be in some sort of containment room, barrels everywhere. It was dark and musty. You climbed out of the can you were in stumbling and falling. You heaved, taking in deep breaths as you realized you were coated head to two with whatever that was in that barrel. It was a slimy substance, thick and cool. You took a deep breath, shakily getting to your feet, using your arm to wipe away the liquid from your forehead. You focused on the faded words on the surface.

RADIOACTIVE

You stared in confusion, trying to put together the pieces. You got to your feet, swaying on them as you tried to regain your balance. Your head was pounding, you couldn’t think straight. 

Where were you?

‘Commence clean out’, a voice over the PA system droned, making you stumble back, wondering what was happening. You heard footsteps approaching, making you stagger back into the shadows of the room, behind the very barrel you climbed out of.

You didn’t know what was happening, but you knew one thing, you weren’t supposed to be there. They would find you.

In a split-second decision, you climbed back into the barrel of the liquid, bracing yourself, before submerging yourself back into it. You felt the barrel being picked up and carried, the swinging sensation making your insides twist in discomfort. You felt weightless for a minute before you realized you had been thrown into something.

Resisting the urge to scream, you clambered out of the barrel again, realizing you were in some sort of sewage system. The water around was a murky green color, washing off whatever you had on your body, how well it washed it off, you didn’t know.

The need to breathe became apparent as you felt shooting pains through your chest, a hacking feeling making you want to struggle for air. Moving your hands and feet frantically, you somehow made it to the surface, gasping once again as you made contact with the air, grasping at the edge of the sewer, to the little piece of cement that worked as a walking platform. You climbed on top of it, feeling dizzy and blank until you came to a conclusion.

You didn’t know where the fuck you were.

You walked down the sewers, using the wall as support, as you balanced on the thin ledge. It felt like it went on forever until your fingers grazed over some metal. You looked to your left, making sure you weren’t going to fall off, and tried feeling around that area of the wall. You made out several prongs, at equal distances from each other.

A ladder.

You tightened your hold around bars, pulling yourself up and eyeballing your feet placement. Climbing up the ladder was harder than you anticipated, considering it was dark and you had to rely completely on your sense of touch. You almost missed the next bar, miscalculating the distance and almost falling off. You reached out your arm for the next prong but was met with nothing. You stretched again, but instead of the typical ladder, you were met with a slab of metal right above you. Panicking, you pushed hard, desperate now to escape.

It shook, moving up a little, before sliding back into place. You pushed it again, hard and fast, causing it to move out of place completely, letting a sliver of bright light shine through the crack created. You pushed it to the side, climbing out of the sewer and emerging into-

Darkness?

It wasn’t darkness, but the sky was a dark colour, and bright white lights shone from the sides of the street, illuminating the damp settings. You seemed to be in some sort of alleyway, wedged between two tall buildings. There was a door to your left, some sort of back entrance. You had no other choice than to try and get in, you had nowhere else to go.

Where did you belong?

The question rang out loud and clear in your mind, like an alarm bell. You felt exhausted and confused. 

You found yourself in a sort of tunnel, the ceiling curved in. Your footsteps echoed as you walked in cautiously taking in your surroundings. At the end of the room was a door, will a small peephole. Running a little, you pressed up against the door, looking through said peephole. 

It was bright, people walking around in lab coats and stethoscopes hanging from their necks, special glasses that shielded their eyes from something. Due to this you couldn’t make out anyone’s features, but one thing was certain.

You didn’t belong here.

You were certain of it. You skin crawled at the sight, every instinct telling you to leave, to run, but to where? Where would you go? You didn’t even know where you were.

Of course, you remembered who you were, where you came from, what you had been through, but it felt like you had been out of it for a long time, like you weren’t supposed to even be standing. 

Walking away from the door, you looked around, trying to find another way in. If you walked through that door, you would stick out like a sore thumb in your dark clothing, that was stained and covered in the substance you had been in. You sighed, scanning the area for an exit, or rather an entrance. 

You spotted a vent of some sort. Walking to it and crouching down, you figured you would be able to crawl through it easily. Opening it, you crawled into it, closing it from the inside. Every movement produced a clanging sound, but you tried to be as quiet as possible as you made your way through the narrow space. On all fours, you used your forearms to maneuver around the vent, dredging the rest of your body along.

Some light entered the vent a few feet away from you, you crawled towards it, and it turned out to be an exit. You looked down at the room below through the slits in the metal, making sure there was no one in the room, before you removed the entrance, carefully dropping through. You landed on your feet, but a pain shot up your right leg, making you wince as you clutched it.

In front of you were computers, many of them. One has some sort of data loading on it, the others has blueprints of some sort, and documents. On the table lay printed our blueprints, of some sort of structure, a machine. You tilted your head, picking up the prints and studying them. In the corner, the number 3000 was printed out, presumably referring to the number of these machines that they wanted to make.

They were built like humans, with limbs and feet, basic features on the face part. They seemed have have weapons inbuilt into them.

They were made for war.

You placed the papers down, an acute sense of fear making its way into your stomach. Something was happening, and that something was very wrong.

You heard an alarm go off, you shivered, looking around for a hiding area. There seemed to be a door on the other side of the room. You ran to it, opening it and closing the door quickly so no one would catch you.

And you found yourself in a very familiar corridor.

The floor was tiled with those generic white tiles, the walls were white, everything was a glaring bright colour that made you feel dirty and out of place.

“H.A.I.F”, you whispered, terrified at the fact you were here. “Why”, you asked no one in particular, walking down the corridor, and to another door. You knew exactly where this one led, for you had been down this path several times against your will.

The common room.

You had grown up here, the place where you spent your childhood. It was all the same, the table to the left, the seating at the right next to the fake fireplace. You knew it like the back of your hand, but you felt like you had seen it for the first time in a long time. There were two doors at the end, for the individual dorms, where you would sleep with the rest of the experimentees. One was labelled ‘place’ and the other, ‘dream’. You walked up to the one labelled ‘place’, and pushed it open.

It was empty, like the common room had been. You looked around, trying to recollect where the rest of them could be.

Walking to the back of the room, you paused at the last bed, smiling slightly as you crouched down to its level. You had always slept on the lower bunk, and this was your bed. You examined the wood at the sides, running your fingers over the groves you had made in them, a frown making its way to your face at the ugly memory.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You jumped at the sound of the voice, turning around and facing the person. He had brown hair, which was longish, high cheekbones and a very intense gaze. He stood there, arms crossed, presumably waiting for an explanation

“I’m-”

“Why are you near my bed?”, he asked, not letting you finish. His tone was accusing, it made you feel small. You blinked in surprise, “Excuse you? This is my bed”

He laughed, “I’ve slept in it for two years now, so I think I know it's mine”

Two years? You didn’t recognize him from the trainees you had lived with, so you were confused.

The door opened, another guy walking in. He had big eyes, an equally intense gaze and looked fairy like. You looked over at him, gasping slightly.

“Taeyong”, you whispered, “Taeyong”, you repeated aloud for him to hear. He looked over in confusion, before his eyes widened. “Y/n?”

You nodded, getting up and brushing past the first guy, whose name you still didn’t know, walking into Taeyongs arms and hugging him. He hugged you back, but seemed to be in a state of shell shock.

“Y/n, Where have you been?”, he asked, looking at you as if you were an apparition. You frowned, “What-”

“It's been two years”, he said, “You’ve been gone for you years”

You stared at him, confused. “I-I don't know?”, you tried your hardest to remember, but you got nothing, it was like all your memories from those two years you had supposedly been gone for had been wiped from your brain.

“Are you okay? What- We should get you some new clothes oh god”, he said, his protective instincts taking over. You smiled, trying to discard the thought of being lost for two years.

“Okay”, you said. He smiled at you, loosening his embrace and stepping away.

“Ahem”, the guy from before cleared his throat uncomfortably, “Who is she?”

Taeyong glanced at you, then back at the guy, as if realizing he didn’t know you.

“Yuta”, he said, “this is Y/n, she as been with us since”, he paused, “Forever honestly”

“I’ve never seen her, though I presume she’s been missing from your-uhm-”

“Lovely speculation”, Taeyong said dryly, walking to the cupboard and taking out one of the grey uniforms, “She’s been here since she was eight”

Yuta’s eyes widened, “Eight- thats”

“Inhuman”, Taeyong finished, “Horrible, despicable”, he continued listing adjectives, handing the clothes to you, “Go change”

You stripped off your clothes, cleaning up to the best of your abilities, and changing into the uniform Taeyong had given you. It was long sleeved, a dark colour, and slightly large for you, but it was way better than the pathetic clothing you had donned before.

Walking out, you were met with an odd scene, a guard was sitting in the middle with the rest of the boys sitting around him as he told them something. Instantly your senses were alert, wondering why they were so comfortable with him.

‘What’s going on?”

A boy with greyish eyes, and ears that were elvish, turned around and looked at you in surprise, eyes widening as he studied you. You froze, taking a step forward.

“Sicheng?”

He opened and closed his mouth, gaping like a fish, seemingly dumbstruck at your presence. The rest of the boys were pretty confused too, but you were focusing on sicheng, the boy who had entered this hellhole with you, and had stuck with you since day one.

“Winwin”, Yuta corrected, “That’s what he goes by now”

You frowned, and Sicheng hit Yuta playfully, “She can call me Sicheng, because she doesn’t know any better”, he said softly, getting up to approach you.

“Where were you Y/n?”, he asked, lower lip quivering, “Where did you-”

“I don’t know”, you snapped. You didn’t mean to react so harshly, but you were getting tired of the same question again and again, more so, you were mentally exhausted and confused. Frustrated with the fact you couldn’t seem to remember. He looked scandalized, but nodded, going back to his former position next to Yuta.

You felt ashamed for taking your frustration out on Sicheng, but instead of apologizing or expressing any regret, your eyes fell back onto the guard, who was looking at you through his protective headgear. You scowled, “Why is he here?”

“He’s good”, a dark haired boy from the back, Doyoung, assured you. You had also known Doyoung since you had stepped foot in the Facility, but as much as you trusted him, you were still skeptical. 

“So the mask worked”, the guard said. His arm patch read MK 02, and he pulled the head gear over his head to reveal a familiar face, though you hadn’t seen in a long time. Your eyes widened. He looked so much older now, not a boy anymore.

“Mark”, you whispered. He smiled crookedly, “Hey Y/n”

You walked to him, fingers brushing against his cheek as you studied the boy, well, man now. He had the same bright eyes that seemed to shine every time you looked at them.

A sense of longing filled your heart, soon followed by an acute sense of anger.

You slapped him.

“You traitor”, you exclaimed, as Taeyong and Yuta pulled you away from him, “HOW DARE YOU”

He stumbled, hand rubbing the place you struck, staring at you dumbfounded.

“How the fuck can you trust him”, you asked, struggling against Yuta’s grip, glaring at Mark, “He’s one of them”

“Calm down”, Yuta hissed into your ear, “Let him speak” “Why should he?”, you spat, “He left us with no explanation, and now he’s the cause of our misery-”

“He saved you.”

You paused, shaking with the sheer anger that coursed through your veins. Pulling away from Yuta’s grip, you rubbed your arm, refusing to meet Mark’s eyes.

“Let him explain”, Sicheng said. You nodded reluctantly, “Five minutes”, you said through gritted teeth, “You have five minutes to explain, or I will-” “Let’s not get that far”, Taeyong suggested, “Mark”, he gestured to the younger to begin talking.

 “After your last testing”, he began, “They wanted to kill you by throwing you into the water. That shit is radioactive”, he played with his fingers nervously, “So I put a mask over your face so you could have a chance, cause I couldn’t-”,he paused, jlike he was struggling to put his memories into words, “I couldn’t let you die”

You kept your guard up, but something inside you softened. “I could only save you, I only had that much time but, I promised myself I wouldn’t hurt anyone more”

“They can’t know you’re alive”

His voice was softer now, almost delicate. “Which brings me to what I came here for”

Doyoungs sat up straighter, “You mean-?” “Yes”

A  look of disbelief crossed Doyoung’s face, “So we’re getting out of here?”

“Yes, but Yuta has the lab tonight”, he said, “So tomorrow”.  You looked at the mentioned guy with a sympathetic look, but he refused to look at anyone, merely nodding and stuffing his hands into the pockets of his grey pants.

“What do you mean getting out of here?”, you asked, looking around. While the facility was a living hell, it was the only place any of you had ever known. You don’t remember any sort of ‘home’ before it. “Where would we go?”

“I know a place”, Mark said confidently.

“What place?”

“It’s better you don’t know for now”

“How can we trust you? You can very well be killing us off”, you bit back, not caring how harsh you sounded.

“I know”, he said, “But I’m the reason you’re still alive, and you’re going to have to trust me”

You scoffed at the bold statement, still wary of Mark.

“Okay”, he said, somewhat sadly, realizing you wouldn’t trust him, “Yuta, come with me, I’ll take you to the lab, the rest of you, dinner will arrive in a little”

And with that he left with Yuta.

Dinner was in the common room, you met the rest of the experimentees, a bittersweet reunion between those you had supposedly not seen for two years. Chenle practically threw himself into your arms after seeing you, refusing to let go as if you would disappear.

Chenle had been a sort of younger brother to you, coming into the facility at the age of ten, a mere three years after you had been brought in. He was scared, confused and broken, like all of you were, but he grew to cover it, hide it and grow.

Like all of you had.

The food was the same as it had always been, a dry sludge that they deemed porridge, which was a sickly green colour. It didn’t taste like anything in particular, so it wasn’t the worst. Still, you were sure your taste buds had died from having it so often.

The boys filled you in, telling you how Mark had been trying to get information on getting them out. There were seven of you in total, Taeyong, Sicheng, Doyoung, Donghyuck, Chenle, Yuta and you.

Getting seven people out of a highly guarded facility would not be easy. 

Donghyuck was slightly older than Chenle, was also one of your close friends, you had seen him grow up too. 

Sicheng, now supposedly Winwin, was your best friend, the one experimentee you were the closest to. He was always there for you, whenever you had been through a particularly painful lab routine, or when you would wake up in the middle of the night, shivering in fear. He had always been there for you.

He had changed, you could tell. Other than the name, he seemed to be more mature and closed up. His eyes held a sort of darkness, one that you couldn’t decipher.

“So”, Taeyong said, “Since Yuta has taken Y/n’s old bed, where will she sleep? For tonight of course, we’ll be gone tomorrow”

You didn’t understand how he was so trusting, so sure that all of you would get out of the Facility. Nevertheless, you decided not to damper his spirits, nodding along to his question.

“She can share with me”, Sicheng suggested, “It’s not like we haven’t done that before”

Satisfied with that answer, he turned back to his food, stirring it about in the bowl unenthusiastically.

You didn’t comment, instead focusing on your own porridge. 

Your arms were strapped down to the bed with thick restraints. You struggled against them, to no avail. Feeling desperate, you screamed, tears quickly making their way down your face. You felt helpless and trapped, but they weren't new feelings.

“Stay”, a deep voice cut through. You looked over, only to be met with dark eyes that stared into you. He wore a mask, covering the rest of his face and a white medical uniform. He held a syringe, tapping it twice before, walking towards you. You shook your head vigorously, pleading silently with your eyes, hoping he would heed. 

He held your arm down, hard, his nails pressing into your skin. “I told you to stay”, he said, a dark amusement in his voice, “Don’t you know how to listen?”

He positioned the syringe right above the crease of your elbow, pressing the cold needle, piercing your skin, eliciting a scream from you. You begged and pleaded, hoping he would stop, but he paid no attention to your pitiful screams.

Your vision got hazy as you began losing consciousness, your sight darkening at the edges of your eyes. You felt the needle retract from your body, as he moved away, before returning, hovering above your weak body.

The last thing you saw was a scalpel in his hand.

Your eyes shot open in alarm, your breathing heavy. Sicheng’s arm was around you, something you were used to, so you didn’t make any motion of removing said hand. You also decided not to get up, so as to not awake him.

You shivered, trying to think of anything but the nightmare that you had just witnessed, your skin crawling at the memory of the man and the scalpel. What had he done to you?

What had all of them ever done to you?

You heard a whimper, it was so soft, no one would have even caught it, but since you had awoken, you did. Another one reached your ears as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

You looked around the best you could from the awkward position you were in.

It seemed to come from the back.

You looked over, a last attempt at finding out the cause of the noise when you spotted it.

Yuta was curled up on your old bed, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as sounds of discomfort left his lips. He was shaking, trying to calm himself down, obviously in intense pain.

What had they done to him?

His eyes met yours. You held the gaze, as if silently asking if he was okay. His dark eyes seemed to cut right through you, the anguish they held apparent even in the darkness of the dorm. .He let out another sound of pain, clutching at his stomach. He rolled over to the other side, ignoring you and continuing to writhe in his pain.

You made no move to try and even comfort him, you knew what it was like to come back in the middle of the night after the lab, after being experimented on and tampered with. You remembered the pain so clearly, just thinking of it could trigger a dull ache.

H.A.I.F was the facility that held the experimentees. It stood for ‘Humanic Artificial Intelligence Facility. They supposedly were helping the world that had been destroyed, trying to save them, coming up with new technology to make life better, and safer.

But they held the trainees, all seven of you, experimenting, cutting, injecting and breaking you apart little by little under the guise of ‘good work’. You hated it here, and so did everyone else. You were their little projects, their lab rats that they could tweak and push and hurt without worrying. Mercy was not an option.

Your heart would break everytime you saw one of them come back from their lab session, crying and helpless. Sometimes the pain would be so bad, they wouldn’t be able to speak. You would pass the labs and hear blood curdling screams, cried for help, and it made you want to scream yourself. You had been through it all, longer than most of the others, but it didn’t make their pain any worse.

Once again, the question popped up into your mind as you thought about all of the trainees, all of the nights you would remain sleepless. Yutas whimpers never stopped, but they gradually grew quieter and quieter, as if the pain was slowly subsiding.

What had they done to all of you?

You sat alone in the dorms as the rest of them went for their daily tests. They left you at breakfast, to accomplish their daily tasks, before lunch. These tasks included cleaning, training and occasional self check ups.

You stayed back, considering you were not even supposed to be alive, going out there would show everyone you were in fact, not dead like they had hoped you were.

Why do they want you dead? You didn't know. It scared you that they decided to just discard you, get rid of you in such an extreme way. To just deem it fit to kill you off.

You ran your fingers through your hair, tugging at the knots frustratedly, trying to figure out out you had been completely out of it for two years. It wasn’t even a week, but two years? That was a major difference, and you couldn’t figure out how it could’ve happened.

You walked over to your old bed, running your fingers over the grooves again, like you did yesterday before Yuta interrupted you. You remembered that day so clearly, it almost scared you. You had come back from a particularly painful lab visit, you had passed out in the middle. You woke up in the dorms, alone and in agony. In an attempt to bear the pain, you had gripped the wood of the bed sides, nails biting into them, leaving marks. In an attempt to not wake anyone else up, you silently released your pain onto the wood.

And then-

Your eyes widened, as you realized you remembered nothing after that. Your mind went blank, like a clean slate. You desperately tried grasping for something, anything, but you were left with more questions. 

Trembling as you let off the wooden pole, you got up, retracting to your previous spot on sicheng’s bed, fisting the sheets under your fingers. It was all so frustrating, to have something so close, at the tip of your tongue, only to be ripped away. You felt angry, angry at Mark, at the H.A.I.F and angry at the world.

You felt a spark running through you, and gasped as you felt a shock, electricity, run through your fingers, and onto the bed sheet. A small burn mark was made, no one would even see it, but you could. It almost seemed as it had come from you, in your moment of defeat.

Your fingers tingled, the aftershock present. You stared dumbfoundedly at them, wondering how that had happened. It was so sudden, so odd.

Touching the sheets once again, this time slowly, scared you would burn it again, you brushed over the burn mark. It was small and brown, and dusty under the warmth of your skin, almost breaking off, leaving a hole. You looked in some sort of sick fascination at it.

You didn’t tell anyone.

“This is the worst possible plan”, you deadpanned, “Have your years working for them killed whatever brain cells you had?”

Mark winced at your comment, accepting the fact that you weren't going to trust him anytime soon, no matter what. “It’s the only way”, he said, “There's no other path”

“So walking right through the main hallway, in front of every single person is the answer?”, you asked, “I’m supposed to be dead, remember?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

You silenced, looking around the room. All of you had piled into the place dorm, which was the biggest one by far, the others being half the size. Mark’s genius idea to get out of the facility was to just walk out, through the doors and down the hallways, dressed in the coats he had stolen from one of the labs during his rounds. While the coat idea was pretty smart, the part about walking about in open was definitely not.

“Vents”, you said finally, “We can take the vents”, walking over to the side of the room, and pulling out the vent entrance. You looked back at the group, “I got in here through the vents, which led me to some sort of Intelligence center…”, you trailed off, recalling the blue prints you had seen.

“We can drop down into that place, there's another vent that leads to this sort of tunnel? There's a door that leads you out, at least from what I remember.”

Mark nodded, “Actually, that's not bad, the tunnel you’re speaking of is the check in and check out room for the guards”

You ignored him, motioning towards the coats and telling everyone to put them on. Whale you were sneaking through the ventilation, it was better to be safe. All of you would have to go one by one, making sure to crawl through the vent really slowly, so as to not cause too much noise.

Taeyong went through first, crawling through, Doyoung following after. You went after Doyoung, with Yuta and Sicheng close behind, Donghyuck, Chenle , and Mark last.

It was not the best plan either, considering you could hear everyone breathe, and your face was constantly being assaulted by Doyoung’s very graceful missionary crawling. A bruise was expected.

Like before, the metal clanged and made noises that were less than ideal, and you prayed that no one hear you guys. Somewhere along the line of this painfully slow escape, Taeyong had decided to stop, causing Doyoung to suddenly still as well, which resulted in you getting a face full of shoe.

Unfortunately, that meant Yuta got a kick to the face as well. 

Clearly this was going fantastic.

“What happened?”, you hissed, rubbing your nose as you tried peering over to Taeyong.

“There’s an opening here, but I’m not sure if it's the place you were talking about'', he confessed, opening that entrance with a click. It was then you realized that you should have been first, so you could see what he was presently talking about. You let out a sigh, “Move forward until it comes to me so I can see”

This statement commenced the crawling once again. Thankfully, you were not kicked for the third time by Doyoung, who seemed to finally make an effort to not knock you out cold.

Once you were at the entrance, you looked through the slits, you pulled open the metal and looked around a little more.

It looked like the room, with the same computers out, except for the fact that the blueprints were nowhere in sight. You whispered that this was the place, holding the top and slipping through as quietly as possible. You looked to your side, where Yuta peered through, awaiting your approval. Looking around first, you noticed the computers were all shut down, unlike the day you saw them first.

You gestured at them to slip through the vent, which they did, this time Taeyong coming out last since he had moved forward, and Yuta coming out first since he was right behind.

“I’ve never seen this place”, Sicheng confessed, somewhat intrigued by the place. He walked up to you, shoulder brushing against yours as he looked at the computers. You smiled slightly at his expression, which was a mix of curiosity and childish bewilderment.

“Neither have I”, Donghyuck agreed with Sicheng. Chenle made no comment, seemingly shell shocked at the fact he was somewhere other than the dorms, common room, or labs.

“None of you have, you’re not meant to see it”, Mark said, brushing off whatever dust had accumulated onto his uniform. You looked up at the vent you had dropped down from yesterday, which was, luckily, still open. Scanning the room for something to help prop yourself up from, you walked over to the desk on the opposite end of the place, dragging the chair that sat there to where the vent was.

And that was when the alarm went off. It was high pitched, so high pitched you could barely hear it, but it was so loud at the same time, it hurt. You fell to your knees, hands clamping onto your ears as you trembled. Chenle let out a cry as he fell down too, falling on all fours and losing all control in his limbs, and falling flat onto the floor, curling up into a little ball. Taeyong stumbled over to the desk, clutching it in an attempt to keep standing, Doyoung, however, wasn’t as lucky, falling down, joining Chenle on the floor. Yuta also fell to his knees but managed to get back on his feet, looking like it was taking up all his energy.

Donghyuck stumbled backward onto Mark, who caught him, wincing at his sudden weight. He seemed to be completely fine though but had a worried look on his face. “I didn’t think-”

He was interrupted, a loud voice resounding through the room.

“GUARDS AT POSITIONS, BREAKOUT”

He paled, “Fuck, they found out”

Of course, they did, you thought sourly at his obviousness. Gritting your teeth, you grasped for anything to give you some support, ending up with the leg of a table that was next to you. The alarm cut right through you, not letting you think properly. 

You faintly hear footsteps, looking up to see several guards piling in, surrounding all of you. The room was pretty big, and you realized how this was a disadvantage for all of you, considering the fact that all of you were in different places, spread out, which made it easier for them to corner and catch you. 

“Stay down”, one of them warned you, making you want to scream. It reminded you of the way the doctors would speak to you during lab sessions like you were some sort of animal they were trying to contain, a monster when they were the real monsters.

“No, please”, Chenle’s voice rang out. You looked up at him, to see the guards holding him by the arms, restraining him harshly. They were hurting him, pressing down into his skin, and gripping tightly, and pulling. He cried out again, the sound almost worse than the alarm.

They were slowly doing the same to the rest, pushing them down, being merciless. Two of them grabbed your forearms, forcing you to your feet, making you dizzy. You shivered in anger, feeling helpless as they rounded up you and your friends like cattle. Tears of frustration quickly sprouted in your eyes, as you struggled against their grip.

Chenle’s screams cut through you, making you feel worse. You wanted to protect him, but you couldn't. His pained voice making you angry, angry beyond comprehension. He didn’t deserve this, none of you did. You shook with fury, mind clouding, every other thought escaping, except for the fact that you wanted to destroy every single guard in the room.

You heard Sicheng groan from your right, his face twisted in absolute agony. They were slowly crushing him. One by one, you saw your friends, your family, crumble in front of you, all hope dying. Yuta looked completely stuck, trying to fight back, but wincing at every single movement he made. They had trapped you, rendering you useless.

You trembled, frustration coursing through your veins, making you want to scream. Chenle screamed once more, and that was the last straw.

You felt like you were going to burn, a sudden shock running through you, making you gasp. You felt an aura, some sort of power run through you, causing you to gasp. You felt a sort of pressure build-up, like a well filling with water. You let out a scream, your throat burning, your lungs feeling like they're on fire. Sicheng’s pained face, Chenle’s helpless voice, Taeyongs whimpers, they set you off.

It was like an explosion of some sort, louder than anything you’ve ever heard. It came from you, and outwards at everything else. The guards went limp, falling down and staying in that position. You froze, wondering what the fuck you had done. You noticed the small burn marks on their uniforms, confirming your suspicions. The boys looked at you in astonishment, except for Chenle, who was shaking on the floor. You ran over to him, ignoring their looks, cupping the younger boy’s face and making him look at you.

“Lele”, you said, the nickname slipping out of your mouth, “Can you walk?”

He nodded dazedly, using your arm as support to stand. All of the guards were out cold, lying there useless. It gave you some sort of satisfaction, to see them utterly defeated, a sense of triumph. Yuta was the first to regain his sense, pushing the chair you had previously bought back into place, and climbing onto it, pulling himself up into the open vent. You helped Chenle on the chair, motioned for Yuta to help him up. One by one, you piled into the overhead vent, Mark climbing in right after you, being last again.

The crawling began again, but this time it was a rush, not caring about the noise you made, the eight of you scrambled, the desperation of getting away from this hellhole sinking in for real. You didn’t have the luxury of stopping and thinking about what just happened, you had to get out, and get out fast.

Ironically, even though you guys were moving faster, it seemed to take longer. Your anger died down a little bit, but the image of your friends being hurt like that, that stayed fresh and at the forefront of your mind. 

Yuta pulled open the metal opening, practically throwing himself out of the vent, and helping pull Chenle through. Getting out of the vent, you felt as if you could finally breathe, almost out of the place. 

All of you jogged to the end of the tunnel, where Donghyuck pulled the knob, but it didn’t budge. He tried again, pushing and pulling the little lever, but nothing happened. You pushed through the rest of them, trying your own hand at it, with no luck.

The door at the other end swung open, three guards filing in. You cried out in frustration as you aggressively hit the knob, trying to get it to do something. Mark walked back, pulling out his gun from one of the uniform pockets. While you knew he was protecting your group, it unnerved you, the fact that he had been possessing a gun all this time.

He pointed it at the guards, pulling the trigger as a warning. Taeyong eventually pushed you to a side, kicking the door. Yuta helped him, and the two slowly made indents in the thin metal door, but it was too slow. Mark wouldn’t be able to hold them back, and you weren't sure if you could pull off whatever you had done back in the Intelligence center. 

They finally managed to kick the door open from underneath, leaving it in an awkward fold. They pushed the metal, which was relatively easier to tear to open it into a bigger exit. Donghyuck went underneath first, pulling Chenle along. 

One by one, all of you went underneath and out, you going last. You looked back into the tunnel room, seeing Mark slowly back towards the exit. 

“MARK, RUN”, Chenle shouted weakly. The man looked behind, dropping the gun in his attempt at escaping, and heeded Chenle’s request, running towards the little opening. 

But that’s when one of the guards shot him in the leg, making him fall over. He was so close, just a few steps away from the exit. He looked defeated, like he knew he wasn’t going to make it. 

“Go”, he whispered.

You would be lying if you didn’t consider leaving Mark there to die, you didn’t trust him, and he had been one of the people who had helped slowly destroy all of you.

But then again, Chenle seemed to really want him to be with them, and the others seemed to have some sort of friendship with him. Yuta looked like he was going to murder the guard that shot Mark, and while he had hurt you at some point in time, he also was part of the reason why you were alive.

And he was the only one who knew of the place you were going to after you escaped, since he refused to tell anyone, so you kind of had to save him.

You slipped back under and into the tunnel room, grabbing his hand, and sort of pulling him along. He used his other foot to try and follow you.

‘You got us into this mess”, you said, “You’re getting us out of it”

He sort of crawled through the opening after you, and with the help of Taeyong and Yuta, all of you began running, running with the last bits of energy you had.

Running away from the facility.

Your adrenaline had long faded off, as the eight of you trudged through the evening, passing the destroyed buildings and rubble that had supposedly been the beautiful city, at some point. Mark was limping uncomfortably with Yuta’s help, and Chenle looked as if he was going to faint any moment now, which concerned you. Donghyuck was helping him, and Doyoung was walking alongside Taeyong.

Sicheng was beside you, walking at your pace. 

“So”, you said softly, voice hoarse from all the screaming, “Why winwin all of a sudden?”

“It’s not all of a sudden”, he said, “It’s been two years”

“But I know you Sicheng. Why?” “You don’t know me that well”, he said, “A lot can change in two years Y/n”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you looked ahead. It was darker now, your group had covered a large distance, or at least that’s what it felt like. You heard Sicheng sigh.

“When a week had passed since you had disappeared, it was like”, he paused, thinking of the way he should explain it to you, “I had no one”

Somehow, he said this calmly, as if it didn’t matter to him any more. “You weren’t there for me, you were just gone”

A pang of sympathy and guilt hit you as you looked away. It hurt enough as it was, but the way he said it, the tone, it was like he was used to you not being there, and he didn’t care anymore. That hurt more.

“And they just doubled our lab times and tasks and it felt like I wasn’t the person I was anymore, you know? So I just, couldn’t be Sicheng anymore”

“Do you think you can be Sicheng again?”, you asked.

He shrugged, “Depends, are you going to be there?”

“Of course!”, you said, a little too loudly, causing Taeyong and Yuta to look back at you. 

“Alright then”, he said, “What was that you pulled back there?”, he asked you, completely serious. You raised an eyebrow in question. 

“That trick, the way you disabled every guard?”

Your eyes widened, as you looked away from him, “I don’t know”

He didn’t reply, walking ahead of you and helping Yuta with Mark instead.

“Wait”, Mark said, wincing at the pain in his leg, “We should stop, it’s getting late and we need rest.” “Aren't they going to try and find us though?”, you questioned, “We should keep going, staying in one place can-” “Yes, they are, but we’ve been going for ages, and Chenle needs time too”

You agreed this time, feeling slightly stupid for not thinking sbout Chenle. The poor boy looked as if he would pass out if he didn’t sit down”

So the eight of you decided on staying in one of the run down buildings. It wasn’t like there was any food, so instead, your group opted to just sleep. Mark promised he would lead you to the place he had talked about, which he still refused to tell anyone about, tomorrow.

As soon as he was sat down, he pulled up his uniform pants up to his knee, to inspect the shot wound, hissing in pain as the fabric dragged across the injury. It looked pretty bad, the blood oozing out of it. There wasn’t much anyone could do about the injury, so instead, he pulled the pants down, covering it to the best of his abilities so he could avoid getting an infection.

It wasn’t as if you had beds either, so the floor was the best you could do. All of you fell into a silence, Donghyuck and Chenle drifting off almost immediately. Sleep seemed to elude you as Sicheng’s -Winwin’s -words played in your mind. Why had they doubled their tests? Why had they made it worse.

What the fuck were they doing.

You turned around in an attempt to get comfortable, to get some sort of sleep, but instead, you saw Yuta sitting up, cross legged, and arms behind him to support his body as he leaned back. He was staring at the walls, blank faced. Some of his hair fell in front of his face, covering a little of his eyes. He looked intimidating, but at the same time lost, as if he was trying not to sleep.

“Hey”, you whispered, getting up yourself, “Not getting sleep either?”

He scoffed, “I don’t want to sleep”

You walked towards him, taking a seat besides him. “I know we don’t know each other, but”, you looked where his eyes were trained, “What’s so interesting ‘bout the wall”

He chuckled, “I get nightmares, so sleeping is something I try not to do”

You stayed silent, immediately understanding how he felt. One of the backlashes of the lab sessions were the nightmares. Some had it worse than others, with terrifying imagery, and almost every night. You didn’t have it that bad, but you heard about the experimentees from the B compound of the facility, who dealt with night terrors and sleepwalking. You barely saw them, but the few instances you had, they looked absolutely broken.

“At least we’re out of that place”, you said, trying to channel some of Taeyong’s optimism, “Now we have a chance to move past that”

“It’s going to be with us forever”, he said, “I can’t imagine what it would be like for you, since you’ve been there since you were a kid”

“Yeah well”, you fidgeted with your fingers, “I did this thing to help me sleep. I would imagine what it would be like outside the facility, if the world was, you know, okay. It gave me a sense of longing, like a sort of wistfulness. Sicheng taught it to me.”

He scoffed, “I know how the world looks, unlike you guys I’ve only been inside there for two years, and the world isn’t great.”

“Maybe one day it will be.”

He looked at you this time, studying your features, smiling slightly.

“Maybe.”

Two guards stood in front of the man, head’s down, waiting for his reprimanding. He sat behind his desk on his chair, legs up on the table, looking at them disappointedly, almost sympathetically.

“How”, he started out slowly, “How did this happen?”

None of them dared respond. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “How do eight people, who are barey adults, escape from a facility like this?”

They knew they were in trouble. It wasn’t as if the man was very merciful, or forgiving. He would kill any amount of people to achieve what he wanted. “They are in the A compound for a reason you dimwits”, he hissed, “They are our priority experimentees, and the most developed. We are not supposed to lose them”

One looked up, “Sir-”

“How did they overpower the guards? There were so many”, he spoke in a light tone, heavily contracting the seriousness of the situation. That made it all the more terrifying.

“A girl”, the braver of the two piped, “There was a girl who threw us all”

“A girl?”, the man asked, raising an eyebrow, “That’s impossible, play the clip”

The more timid one rushed to the back, picking up a remote and fumbling around with it, clicking a few buttons on the laptop and pressing play. The projector played the scene captured on cameras, down to the explosion. The girl's face made an appearance once, her determined expression mocking the man.

His own expression darkened, standing up in a mixture of awe and anger. “She should be dead”

He turned to the guards, “Why is she alive?”

He stood up, walking around the room in his confusion, “How could she be alive if we tossed her? No one can survive the water”

They glanced at each other, “Sir, we don’t know.”

“Of course you don’t”, he drawled, annoyed, “Of course you assholes are useless. She should have died when we discarded her”, he rubbed his temples, “You say MK 02 was with them?”

The brave one, JW 19, nodded vigorously.

The man cursed under his breath, “I should have known”, he said, “Taking that boy into our forces for an experiment was never a good idea”

Clicking away at his own laptop, he pulled up facts about MK 02, Mark Lee. He slammed the screen down, furious. Realizing the two guards were still awkwardly standing there, waiting for his word.

“Get out of my sight”, he said finally, “Double the security in the B compound, we don’t want them getting any grand escape ideas. Find the Experimentees and bring them back”

“And, sir MK 02? And the girl?”

He looked back at his screen, a hungry, almost animalistic stare trained at Mark’s face.

“Kill them both”, he said, “Especially her”

You awoke in a start, almost screeching at the sight of Sicheng standing in front of you, eyes staring directly into yours like he was in some trance.

“What the fuck?”

“Oh good, you’re finally awake”, he said, no sympathy for your alarmed state, “Get up, we have to go.”

This was typical Sicheng, so you didn’t pay much attention to it. You looked to your side, realizing you were resting your head on someone's shoulder-

You almost jumped away from Yuta, who was smirking slightly at your embarrassed state.

“Have you been up this whole time?”

“Yep”, he said, popping the p, “You’ve really been weighing me down here”

You groaned slightly, getting to your feet and walking away, over to the rest of the group, who were already up and about, except for Mark, who was sitting down. 

“I’m hungry”, Donghyuck complained. Mark nodded, ‘She’ll have food, don’t worry”

“She?”, you asked, joining the conversation. Mark looked over at you, offering a complacent smile, which you did not give back. “The place we’re going”, he explained, “There will be food there”

“There better be”, Chenle grumbled, leaning on one of the walls. He pulled away, making a face at the dust that had stuck to his clothes. Yuta joined the group, standing next to Taeyong, who greeted him with a nod. 

Doyoung helped Mark up, offering his arm as support. Mark steadied himself, even though he would definitely need help walking. “We should head out”

Taeyong took Mark's other arm, and the three walked out slowly, the five of the rest of you following close behind. The sun was up, scorching hot, as your group trudged through the ruins of the city once again. This time, Taeyong walked beside you, conversing amiably, filling you in about the things you missed and such. He told you about Sicheng’s nightmares, the way Chenle refused to speak to anyone for a solid week after a lab session, how Doyoung fainted after an injection and how Donghyuck went along as Haechan for a month, copying Sicheng, but he kept forgetting to reply to it and so he stuck to Donghyuck.

It was like you had missed them completely, they were new people, almost. You wished you could tell him what you had done, but you couldn’t remember anything.

“Where are we?”, Doyoung asked Mark, who looked around, “The old marketplace, which is good news, it’s not far from here”

You would ask what ‘it’ was, but you reckoned you would get a generic “you’ll see”, which you had already gotten about three times so far. Whatever you were about to see better be fucking gold.

Mark led the group into a small alleyway, where he stopped in front of a door, gesturing to Yuta to do something. Yuta looked confused, but knocked on the run down, rusty looking door nevertheless.

The door creaked open, which didn’t do much for your nerves. A girl stood there, dark eyes, longish hair that had a braid in the front. She was a little shorter than you, from what you made out, but what intrigued you was the expression on her face.

She looked absolutely done.

“Yes, we have a permit, you came yesterday to ask me the same question, get ou-”

“Ahem”, Mark cleared his throat. Her eyes fell onto him lazily, but then they widened.

“Mark? Oh so you motherfucker actually pulled it off, I suspect these are the kids?”

“Kids?”, Sicheng asked, “Excuse you, all of us are adults-”

“Who have lived the majority of their lives in a shitshow, haven’t even experienced basic adult things! Kids”, she deadpanned, “Come on in, close the door behind you”, she walked back into a dark corridor, leaving the eight of you standing out there gaping.

“Well”, Taeyong mused, “She’s uh- something”

Mark grinned, “Yep, that’s Xing Yi for you! Let’s go, she has food”

That sentence alone was enough to lure Donghyuck and Chenle inside, with the rest of you following suit.

The corridor led to some sort of room, with a kitchen on one end, a lean table lining it. The walls on the kitchen were aligned with drinks of some sort, and the chairs were tall stools.

“What is this place?”

“This place is my home”, Xing Yi supposedly said, leaning against the table. She was pretty, a smirk on her lips. “Take a seat”

“More like a bar”

“Lee Minhyungi this is not a-”

“Minhyungi?”, a new voice joined the mix, an attractive man stepping out of the shadows. His hair was messy, a smirk on his face. “Jaehyun”, Mark greeted with a smile, “Hey.”

Xing Yi rolled her eyes, “We”, she started, “Are terrible hosts, I mean I haven’t even introduced myself. I’m Li Xing Yi your saviour, and this, regrettably is my cousin Jung Jaehyun, but the only good thing about being related to him is that due to this thing called genes, I get to be pretty, now who wants a drink?”

You couldn’t help but smile at Xing Yi, something about her bluntness and matter of fact tone made you instantly like her.

“Actually food would be nice”, Doyoung said. Xing Yi’s eyes focused on the boy, nodding, “Okay, Jaehyun, get food”

“Are you-”

“Shoo”

Grumbling to himself, Jaehyun left to go do as his cousin instructed. She licked her lips, taking a seat at one of the stools. “Introduce yourself now, honestly, does this generation have no manners?”

“You’re our age”, Mark said dryly.

“I’m mature, now, introduce yourselves”, she looked at you, “Who are you?”

You were a little taken aback by her direct confrontation, but complied, “Y/n”

“Surnames people”, she said, “What if I knew another Y/n?”

“L/n”, you completed. She grinned, nodding, “And who is this attractive man”, she pointed to Doyoung, who was now visibly flustered. “Speak”

“Kim Doyoung”, he said. Xing Yi winked, looking at Sicheng, “And you?”

“Winwin”, the name slipped out almost immediately, “I’m Winwin”

Xing Yi looked exasperated, “Do you not have a surname dude?”

“Winwin isn’t his real name”, you blurted out, which caused your best friend to glare at you. He sighed, “Dong Sicheng”

“Thank you”, she said, “You’re cute too, so I’ll forgive you”

He blinked in surprise, probably wondering if he should thank her or not. Yuta took initiative, “I’m Nakamoto Yuta”

“Mark why are all your friends so attractive and what happened to you?”, she snickered, which caused Mark to whine out. “This one even gave me the surname without needing to be asked.”

Donghyuck introduced himself next, Chenle following suit. Xing Yi seemed to find the latter absolutely adorable, but eventually moved on to Taeyong who she described as ,’pretty boy’. You couldn’t even disagree with her.

Jaehyun eventually walked back into the room with food. It was some sort of meat, and it tasted better than anything the facility had ever given you. That was when the conversation took a slightly more serious path, with Xing Yi’s occasional sarcastic comments. 

“So you’re telling me”, she said, but Jaehun interrupted.

“Us”

“-Me”, she stressed, “That they’re going to follow you and lead you to my home?”

You fell into silence, wondering how exactly to answer this. Yuta came to your rescue with a very well worded, “Basically.”

Xing Yi shrugged, “Okay, let's just get out before that happens”

“We’re leaving?”, Chenle asked, and Mark nodded, “Yeah, while we’ve escaped, this place isn’t as far from the facility as it seems. They can easily cover more ground than we can, so we need to move”

You finished the food pretty quickly, all of you were ravenous from not eating at all the previous day. Jaehyun seemed to take this as a compliment, praising himself and his ‘delectable cooking’, or so he called it.

After dinner, she led all of you to a room with mattresses aligning the floor. “Make yourselves comfortable”, Xing Yi said, “Choose whatever, I’ll be sleeping with y’all”, she sat down on one of the mattresses, claiming it.

“Uh, Xing Yi, I have an injury”, Mark informed her, pulling his pant leg up to reveal the gunshot wound.

“You tell me this now?”, she asked exasperatedly, “Come with me, the rest of you, sweet dreams I guess”, she wished as she dragged Mark out of the room.

But your dreams were anything but sweet.

Stranded alone in the corridor, your heartbeat quickened as you realized you were in the facility. You felt panicky, as if something terrible was going to happen. Your hands were clammy, your throat constricted.

And that was when the screams began.

Horrible, agonizing screams that resounded through, guttural cries for help, hoarse shrieks in pain. They bounced off the walls, falling back onto you. You could almost feel the person's pain, the screams echoing across the hallway creating a symphony of pain. 

You staggered back, leaning against the wall for support. The voices seemed to increase, going louder and louder until you couldn’t hear yourself think. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block it out.

And then it all stopped. The voices had drowned out, instead there was a single voice screaming out in pain. It was coming from a few feet away from you, so you used all your strength and walked towards it, wincing at every new cry. You landed up in front of a lab door, fingers curling around the knob as you pushed it open, wanting to know who was being tortured so.

In front of you lay Yuta in a chair, wires attached to various parts of his body as shocks were sent through him. The doctor above injected him with some sort of liquid, holding up a scalpel, much like your dream. To the right stood Mark looking at Yuta with sorrowful eyes, inspecting the entire thing.

Once more, a scream was to be heard, but this time, it was yours.

You jerked up in a cold sweat, fisting the sheets underneath you.

“You good?”, Yuta asked from behind, and you startled, turning around to face him so fast you almost got whiplash. 

“Did I wake you?”, you asked. He nodded, “Yeah,surprisingly i got sleep with no nightmares, but from the way you were tossing and turning, I’ll say you weren’t as lucky”

You chuckled bitterly, “No, uh, sorry about waking you up”

“It’s okay”, he hummed, rubbing your back comfortingly to calm you down. Leaning slightly into his touch, you took deep breaths, forcing your breathing to return to its original state. It was ironic really, how in your dream he was the one in pain, and now you were, though this was a different sense of pain.

“Thank you”, you whispered, “But go back to sleep, I’ll be fine”

He gave you a look, but you assured him you’d be fine. It was as if he almost knew what you had seen, like he understood. Still, he turned around and laid down again. Sighing, your eyes narrowed on Mark’s sleeping figure.

Impulsively, you walked over, shaking the boy out of his sleep.

“What-Y/n?”

You clamped your hand over his mouth, “follow me, and don’t make a sound”

He nodded frantically, and you released your hand, helping him up, aware of his injury, which was now all fixed up, courtesy of Xing Yi. You led him out, shutting the door as quietly as you could.

“You will answer me”, you said firmly, “And you will tell me the truth”

He agreed, leaning against the wall, shifting his weight to the uninjured leg. “What do you want to know?”

“What did they do to us���, you asked, “what was done to us in the lab, in that place?”

He sighed, pulling off a glove from his right hand, to reveal a fully metal fhand. He fisted the fingers, then loosened them, letting you inspect it.

“This”, he said, “They did this”

You stared at it in a mixture of horror and fascination, “But none of us have that-”

“Humanic Artificial Intelligence, remember? They’re trying to merge the two, humanity and Artificial intelligence to create something new”, he put his glove back on, “I don’t know what they’re trying to do, but each of you has been altered, not as crudely as I have been either. More effort, more”, he paused to think.

“More dangerous.”

“So what I did-”

“No”, he said, “I’ve never seen that. Their goal is to make you weapons, but weapons they can control. From the way you reacted to it, it looks like you can’t control it either, and why would they make you go against the guards?”

You didn’t have an answer to this, instead you slumped against the wall, head in your hands. “Why”, you asked shakily, his words setting up a whole new level of complexity. 

“That, I don’t know, but it’s not good”.

You recollected the blueprints you had seen, the number 3000 printed at the side. The structure for the metalloid creations. They were creating them, and trying to incorporate all of you into it too.

“We have to-”, you sucked in a deep breath, “We have to stop them, we have to-”

“Y/n”, he said, louder, “We don’t have to do anything. Right now, we have to focus on surviving and getting away from the H.A.I.F”

“But-”

“No”, Mark said firmly, we are not going to go back there, we are not going to do anything. You don’t have to be the hero”

You nodded, getting up and walking back into the room, with Mark behind you. You believed him for once, his hand was all the proof you needed. The new information sunk into you, striking up fear deep within. If they could control you, how long did you have until they found you?

How long until they found you all?

In the morning, Xing Yi supplied you all with new clothes, Jaehyuns for the boys and her clothes for you, along with packing bags of tinned food, and such. “We’re leaving in about an hour”, she said, so we will need supplies”

“I’m sorry, we?”, Sicheng asked.

“Just me, Jaehyuns staying here so they don’t take out home, I’m coming with you guys to help find a safe space, so that if we do, I can get Jaehyun along later. While we’ve been surviving, they still come and drag people into their experiments”, she explained. Taeyong looked skeptical, but agreed anyway. 

Your group, with the addition of Xing Yi, set out to get further away from the facility.  You quickly fell into line with her, having about a million questions.

“So you’ve lived out here all this time?”

She nodded, “Yup! Well, my parents died in the explosion when i was fifteen, so I’ve been with Jaehyun ever since, but if you’re asking if I’ve ever been cooped up in a madhouse like you have been, the answer is no”

“Explosion?”

“You mean you don’t know?”, she asked incredulously, “goodness, this is why you were in that place in the first place”, she scoffed, “But I’ll be the gracious person I am and tell you.”

You straightened, ready to hear whatever she was about to say. She didn’t even give you a chance to be sorry about her parents, she just said it so flippantly, as if it didn’t affect her.

“The explosion happened three times in total. The world was at war with itself, a repeat of the world wars, except it was worse this time. There were no alliances, no one standing together, it was each for their own”, she kicked a rock that ended up in her path, “There was so much violence, so many people were dying, it was horrible”

Mark looked behind, “We going to the station?”, he asked, to which Xing Yi nodded, “Yeah, if we’re lucky, Eric should come along. We can catch a ride with him”

Mark nodded, continuing to limp along, leading the way since he supposedly knew where it was. You realized that the two of them had had many conversations without you, planning out everything. It made you feel a little safer. 

“Where was I? Oh right, everyone at eachothers throats, so, the first bombing was eleven years ago, the first release of nuclear material. While the explosion killed several, the after effects killed more. Everything was-is- toxic, the radiation is fatal, half of us died from radiation sickness. That was when H.A.I,F was formed, figuring that since humans were dying and they wouldn’t be able to do tasks we used to anymore, they set out to create machines to fulfill those tasks instead”

She paused, letting you drink this in. You gestured for her to continue.

“They got immersed in their goal, obsessed even, and started toying with the Idea of altering humans, not only to help humanity in general, but also to see if they could somehow let us live forever you know? From helping, their agenda turned selfish, for their own good. So they began taking children, separating families, gathering lab rats for their little experiments. So I suppose this was when they took you guys in.”

“The next two bombings only heightened their crazed obsession, and we are where we are now. There are some who are against the H.A.I.F and their mission, obviously, and so in order to take care of those people, they send out their armies and guards. Everything has been repurposed into a weapon, and all of you are weapons too”

You shivered at her words, rubbing your arms. It seemed to be colder today, a stark contrast to yesterday's blistering heat. You had so many more questions, but you knew one thing- They had to be stopped.

“Wait-then ho-”

“We’re here”, Mark called out. You had reached a gate, which you assumed led into the station. It wasn’t in particularly good shape either, rusted and run down, the spikes on the top practically crumbling down. Xing Yi walked ahead, pushing it open and walking through. Inside was a pathway, tiled, with a sort of roof made of thin metal. The middle was sunk down, with old tracks in it. 

“Now what?”, Donghyuck asked, taking a seat on one of the brittle old benches that sat at the side. Chenle joined him. 

“Now, we wait”, Xing Yi informed him, “We really can’t go anywhere until Eric comes”

“Who’s Eric?”, Taeyong asked, taking a seat as well. He ran a hand through his dark hair, letting out a tired sigh. They were all tired, you could see it on their faces. Tired of running, tired of being scared. 

“Eric is a friend, he comes along occasionally and takes us to the next city”, Mark explained, “I used to come here during breaks”

Sicheng wrapped an arm around you as you sunk into his embrace, shutting your eyes for a moment. It seemed as if he instinctively knew that you needed some sort of warmth. Mark stood at Xing Yi’s side as they talked about something. It was dull inside the station, the metal roof preventing any light from entering, except from the cracks.

But it felt too quiet, and while sometimes it was a peaceful thing, this felt like an onset, the calm before the storm. You looked around, scanning the area.

There were three benches on the other side, the other platform, as well. At the end were an array of shops all abandoned and rotting. There was a train shed, the inside was completely dark, but there was a red blinking light, very small, but it was definitely there.

There was one near the shops too, lurking in the dark, and one beneath one of the benches on the other side.

You pulled away from Sicheng, narrowing your eyes at them. You realized that it was all around you, perfectly gathering your little group and cornering them. “Guys”, you called out shakily, “I think-”

A gunshot whizzed passed you, nicking your ear and hitting the wall. You stumbled back, in a mix of fear and shock. Xing Yi spun on her feet, eyeing the bullet that had fallen down.  The rest of them jumped to their feet as they realized what was happening.

The H.A.I.F had found you.

The guards started getting out of the shadows with their guns and weapons.  They wore helmets and more protective gear than they usually did. Donghyuck grabbed Chenle roughly by the arm and pulled him towards you, since their bench had been slightly away from the rest. 

“Um, Mark?”, Xing Yi, “Where is your-”

“I dropped it back at the facility”, he said.

“Fucking fantastic”, she muttered, “So what now?”

Chenle screamed, his hand shooting to his neck and grasping it, falling into Donghyuck, who barely caught the boy. Your eyes snapped to him, before looking at the guard in the back, who was holding a tab of sort, clicking something and inspecting Chenle. Much to your horror, you pierced it together, realizing that they were controlling him, just like how everyone had warned you. 

He writhed in pain as Donghyuck helplessly tried to calm him, holding the boy as gently as possible so as to not cause him any more pain. Hyuck looked at Taeyong in alarm, who tried helping, asking where it hurt, trying to be of some assistance, but Chenle couldn’t even speak.

“Eric fucking arrive”, Xing Yi muttered, looking around for something, before crouching down and picking up a rod that sat next to her feet, holding it up as a makeshift weapon.

Donghyuck was the next experimenter who collapsed, clasping his left leg’s thigh. Taeyong looked alarmed, not knowing how he was to help both of them at the same time, when he couldn't even help one. Yuta backed away to the Sicheng and you.

You ignored the sting in your ear, and the thin trail of blood trickling down your neck, and instead, tried to get to Mark, who was cornered by two of the guards, when something caught your leg and you fell over. Looking behind, you saw one of the guards using a thin wire-ish metal to trap you, and pulled, causing you to drag along the ground towards him. 

Doyoung seemed to be in some sort of trance, his iris dilated and face blank. He stood there like a statue, not reacting to the chaos around him.

Sicheng seemed to be stuck too, except this was different, he looked scared, like he was seeing something in his subconscious, and it terrified him to the point where he couldn't move. 

You hated it, the way they had control over everyone in some way, forcing you to obey and follow their commands.

“Sir, it's not working on her”, the guard who was pulling you by the foot said into his mic. A crackling sound was heard, before a new voice joined the mix, “Obviously not you idiot, that’s why you need to kill her!”

Desperating seemed to make its way to your gut, as you tried to pry it off your foot, to no avail. 

And that was when the horn sounded.

The brash sound of the horn cut through everything else, making even the guards still in shock. Xing Yi smiled a pained smile, as she spotted the train making its way to the platform where the chaos was unfolding. The guards seemed to pick this up, and doubled everything they were doing. Donghyuck and Chenle were rendered useless, crying in their agony. 

Somehow getting the wire off, you clambered to your feet, pulling Sicheng, who had snapped out of this trance as soon as you pulled him, and Yuta along to help Taeyong with Chenle and Donghyuck. Chenle seemed to have passed out, which made it easier to get him up and drag him to the side of the platform, but the guards were slowly closing in. 

Xing Yi shouted from afar to alert the train, and Eric you supposed, of your presence. The train skid to a stop, causing a less than pleasant sound that reminded you of the high pitched alarm back at the facility. 

“GET ON”, the man from inside screamed at you, and you looked back, helping the man grab Chenle’s unconscious body, and get him inside. Mark seemed to be holding the guards off somehow, trying to plead with one, labelled, JW 19”

“Jungwoo, please”

“You betrayed the facility”, Jungwoo apparently said calmly, “You lost out trust”

“No”, he said, they hurt them, I’m-”

“I’ll give you three seconds, Mark Lee, run to your little group, after that”, he smiled sweetly, but it was terrifying, “After that we will take extreme measures”

Your mind raced, what was this if not extreme? You helped Donghyuck up next, Xing Yi following.

“One”, Jungwoo drawled, pulling the trigger. Mark turned around and ran, but not to the train, instead to Doyoung. He tried to tell the boy to move, but it was like Doyoung couldn’t listen, instead he walked in the other direction towards the guards.

“Two”

Taeyong screamed for Doyoung to come over, panicking at his friends actions, but Doyoung paid no heed. One of the guards tied his hands and restrained the boy. Taeyong looked absolutely livid at this, but he couldn’t do anything from the train. Mark decided to make a run for it to the train, realizing that he couldn’t help Doyoung.

“Three”, Jungwoo said almost gleefully, releasing the trigger.

The thing was, Mark was so close, almost at arm's reach from the train. He would’ve made it, he could’ve but Jungwoo’s shot was perfect. Mark stumbled and staggered, falling to his feet, giving up.

You screamed, watching as Mark crumbled, as he died in front of your eyes just because he tried saving all of you. The boy who you had just started to trust again, the boy who saved your life not once but twice. 

You saw the boy you had grown up with, who had been taken away, and now he was taken again.

Jungwoo smiled, mockingly blowing off the top of the gun and walking back to the rest of the guards, chaining up Doyoung and forcing the boy into one of the cars. You wanted to run down there, and hold Mark, ask him to be okay, to be alive.

But Yuta held you back, circling his arm around you so that you wouldn’t go back down there. Sicheng stood in disbelief burying his face in his hands, unable to look at Mark’s limp body anymore.

 Donghyuck let out a silent scream for his friend, tears running down his face. He shook violently, the aspect of losing Mark hitting him in the gut. 

“Drive”, Xing Yi ordered the man, “Drive far and fast, and do it now”, her voice was low and dark, trying not to show her emotions at Mark’s loss.

“You can run!”, Jungwoo said in a sing- song voice, “But we will find you”, he warned, chuckling. That was the thing that unsettled you the most, that they would always find you. The train sprung to life again, which was a bitterly ironic twist of fate, as you drove off, leaving two of your friends behind.

Somewhere along the line of his grieving, Donghyuck had fallen asleep, exhausted. All of you were shaken by the recent events, even Xing Yi had nothing to say. 

The driver had stopped once, to introduce himself and tell you where he was taking your now reduced group. His name was Eric Nam, and he was Xing Yi’s friend.

He was also one of Mark’s friends, so when you told him about the lost boy, he looked so shaken, he left the train compartment to be alone.

Taeyong however, it was like seeing an entirely new person. Usually calm and composed, he snapped at every little thing, absolutely losing it when the train left the station, and left Doyoung behind in the hands of the H.A.I.F.  He was absolutely livid, and it scared you to see your friend change so much in the span of a few minutes. But you understood where it was coming from. Doyoung had been Taeyong’s constant companion his entire life, and the prospect of losing him, while he wasn’t dead, was terrifying.

Sicheng tried his best to comfort, somewhat knowing the grief he was going through. On top of Doyoung gone, he had to deal with Mark’s death as well. It seemed to loom over everyone, and this whole idea of getting away was becoming more and more real, but at what cost?

You knew the facility would hurt Doyoung, and you knew that Taeyong wasn’t going to let them take his best friend away from him. You had to somehow stop the H.A.I.F, from doing their ‘alterations’ as they called it, from hurting anyone more.

“You don’t have to be the hero”, Mark had told you. But you didn’t want to be even that. You had no choice, but to stop them, before they stopped you. You had to do this for Donghyuck, for Taeyong, for Sicheng and for yourself above anyone else.

You would go back to the facility and get Doyoung back.

Yuta rubbed your back as if he could sense the emotional turmoil within. You offered him a weak smile, looking at Chenle’s still unconscious figure. 

Just as you predicted, War was coming, and they had all the supplies to fight back, and defeat you, with the machines they were creating, and their little controlling devices, their lab coats and research, but you were something they hadn’t expected, something they had tried to get rid of two years ago and had failed. 

Something that would bring about the revolution.

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Compilation of Nessian Moments:  ‘A Court of Wings and Ruin ’ Edition

Hello loves! ♥️

I recently asked for a compilation list of Nessian moments and there doesn’t seems to be one so I decided to hurriedly put one together before the release of “A Court of Silver Flames”. I have probably missed some scenes but these are the ones that I came across during my re-read. I will be making a post for each book and will link them once available:

A Court of Mist and Fury

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A Court of Frost and Starlight

Sneak Peak at the end of A Court of Frost and Starlight

A Court of Wings and Ruin

Chapter 15

Nesta had been beautiful as a human woman. As High Fae, she was devastating. From the utter stillness with which Cassian stood beside me, I wondered if he thought the same thing. She was in a pewter-colored gown, its make simple, yet the material fine. Her hair was braided over the crown of her head, accentuating her long, pale neck—a neck Cassian’s eyes darted to, then quickly away from, as she sized us up and said to me, “You’re back.” With her hair styled like that, it hid the pointed ears. But there was nothing to hide the ethereal grace as she took one step. As her focus again returned to Cassian and she added,

“What do you want?”

But Cassian sauntered over to Nesta, a half smile spreading across his face. She stood stiffly while he picked up the book, read the title, and chuckled. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a romance reader.” She gave him a withering glare. “And, again, why are you here?” She snatched her book from Cassian, who allowed her to do so, but remained standing beside her. Watching every breath, every blink. “Elain’s mate is here,” I said. And it was the wrong thing to utter in Nesta’s presence. She went white with rage. “He is no such thing to her,” she snarled, advancing on me enough that Rhys slid a shield into place between us. As if he, too, had glimpsed that mighty power in her eyes that day in Hybern. And did not know how it would manifest.

“If you bring that male anywhere near her, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Cassian crooned, trailing her at a casual pace as she stopped perhaps five feet from me. He lifted a brow as she whirled on him. “You won’t join me for practice, so you sure as hell aren’t going to hold your own in a fight. You won’t talk about your powers, so you certainly aren’t going to be able to wield them. And you—” “Shut your mouth,” she snapped, every inch the conquering empress. “I told you to stay the hell away from me, and if you—” “You come between a male and his mate, Nesta Archeron, and you’re going to learn about the consequences the hard way.” Nesta’s nostrils flared. Cassian only gave her a crooked grin.

Nesta only shook her head, turning toward the chair and her book. “I don’t care. Do what you want.” A stinging dismissal, if not admission that she still trusted me enough to consider Elain’s needs first. Rhys jerked his chin at Cassian in a silent order to leave, and as I followed them, I said softly, “I’m sorry, Nesta.” She didn’t answer as she sat stiffly in her chair, picked up her book, and dutifully ignored us. A blow to the face would have been better. When I looked ahead, I found Cassian staring back at Nesta as well. I wondered why no one had yet mentioned what now shone in Cassian’s eyes as he gazed at my sister. The sorrow. And the longing

Chapter 16 I cringed. “I guarantee Nesta is now guarding Elain. I think she might honestly kill him if he so much as tries to touch her.” “Not without training she won’t,” Cassian grumbled, tucking in his wings as he claimed the seat beside Mor that Azriel had vacated. The shadowsinger didn’t so much as look at it. No, Azriel just walked to the wall beside Cassian and leaned against the wood paneling. But Rhys and the others remained quiet enough that I knew to proceed carefully as I asked Cassian, “Nesta spoke as if you’ve been up at the House … often. You’ve offered to train her?” Cassian’s hazel eyes shuttered as he crossed a booted ankle over another, stretching his muscled legs before him. “I go up there every other day. It’s good exercise for my wings.” Those wings shifted in emphasis. Not a scratch marred them. “And?” “And what you saw in the library is a pleasanter version of the conversation we always have.” Mor’s lips pressed into a thin line, as if she was trying her best not to say anything. Azriel was trying his best to shoot a warning stare at Mor to remind her to indeed keep her mouth shut. As if they’d already discussed this. Many times. “I don’t blame her,” Cassian said, shrugging despite his words. “She was—violated. Her body stopped belonging wholly to her.” His jaw clenched. Even Amren didn’t dare say anything. “And I am going to peel the King of Hybern’s skin off his bones the next time I see him.”

Chapter 17 Not that there was much finery to bother with. I’d opted for my Illyrian leather pants and a loose, white shirt—and a pair of embroidered slippers that Cassian kept snorting at as we flew. When he did so for the third time in two minutes, I pinched his arm and said, “It’s hot. Those boots are stuffy.” His brows rose, the portrait of innocence. “I didn’t say anything.” “You grunted. Again.” “I’ve been living with Mor for five hundred years. I’ve learned the hard way not to question shoe choices.” He smirked. “However stupid they may be.” “It’s dinner. Unless there’s some battle planned afterward?” “Your sister will be there—I’d say that’s battle aplenty.” I casually studied his face, noting how hard he worked to keep his features neutral, to keep his gaze fixed anywhere but on my own. Rhys flew nearby, far enough to remain out of earshot as I said, “Would you use her to see if she can somehow fix the wall?” Hazel eyes shot to me, fierce and clear. “Yes. Not only for our sakes, but … she needs to get out of the House. She needs to …” Cassian’s wings kept up a steady booming beat, the new sections only detectable by their lack of scarring. “She’ll destroy herself if she stays cooped up in there.” My chest tightened. “Do …” I thought through my words. “The day she was changed, she … I felt something different with her.” I fought against the tensing in my muscles as I recalled those moments. The screaming and the blood and the nausea as I watched my sisters taken against their will, as I could do nothing, as we— I swallowed down the fear, the guilt. “It was like … everything she was, that steel and fire … It became magnified. Cataclysmic. Like … looking at a house cat and suddenly finding a panther standing there instead.” I shook my head, as if it would clear away the memory of the predator, the rage simmering in those blue-gray eyes. “I will never forget those moments,” Cassian said quietly, scenting or sensing the memories wreaking havoc on me. “As long as I live.” “Have you seen any glimpse of it since?” “Nothing.” The House loomed, golden lights at the walls of windows and doorways beckoning us closer. “But I can feel it—sometimes.” He added a bit ruefully, “Usually when she’s pissed at me. Which is … most of the time.” “Why?” They’d always been at each other’s throats, but this … yes, the dynamic between them had been different earlier. Sharper. Cassian shook his dark hair out of his eyes, slightly longer than the last time I’d seen it. “I don’t think Nesta will ever forgive me for what happened in Hybern. To her—but mostly to Elain.” “Your wings were shredded. You were barely alive.” For that was guilt—ravaging and poisonous—in each of Cassian’s words. What the others had been fighting against in the loft. “You were in no position to save anyone.” “I made her a promise.” The wind ruffled Cassian’s hair as he squinted at the sky. “And when it mattered, I didn’t keep it.” I still dreamed of him trying to crawl toward her, reaching for her even in the semiunconscious state the pain and blood loss had thrown him into. As Rhysand had once done for me during those last moments with Amarantha. Perhaps only a few wing beats separated us from the broad landing veranda, but I asked, “Why do you bother, Cassian?” His hazel eyes shuttered as we smoothly landed. And I thought he wouldn’t answer, especially not as we heard the others already in the dining room beyond the veranda, especially not when Rhys gracefully landed beside us and strode in ahead with a wink. But Cassian said quietly as we headed for the dining room, “Because I can’t stay away.”

Chapter 17 His focus shifted behind me before he replied—and Lucien shut his mouth. His metal eye whirred softly. I followed his glance, and tried not to tense as Nesta stepped into the room. Yes, devastating was a good word for how lovely she’d become as High Fae. And in a long-sleeved, dark blue gown that clung to her curves before falling gracefully to the ground in a spill of fabric … Cassian looked like someone had punched him in the gut.

Chapter 19 Something drew Cassian’s attention behind me. And even as his body remained casual, a predatory gleam flickered in his eyes. I didn’t need to turn to know who was standing there. “Care to join?” Cassian purred. Nesta said, “It doesn’t look like you’re exercising anything other than your mouths.” I looked over my shoulder. My sister was in a dress of pale blue that turned her skin golden, her hair swept up, her back a stiff column. I scrambled to say something, to apologize, but … not in front of him. She wouldn’t want this conversation in front of Cassian. Cassian extended a wrapped hand, his fingers curling in a come-hither motion. “Scared?” I wisely kept my mouth shut as Nesta stepped from the open doorway into the blinding light of the courtyard. “Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?” I choked, and Cassian shot me a warning glare, daring me to laugh. But I felt for that bond in my mind, lowering my mental shields enough to say to Rhysand, wherever he was in the city, Please come spare me from Cassian and Nesta’s bickering. A heartbeat later, Rhys crooned, Regretting becoming High Lady? I savored that voice—that humor. But I shoved that simmering panic down again as I countered, Is this part of my duties? A sensual, dark laugh. Why do you think I was so desperate for a partner? I’ve had almost five centuries to deal with this alone. It’s only fair you have to endure it now. Cassian was saying to Nesta, “Seems like you’re a little on edge, Nesta. And you left so abruptly last night … Any way I can help ease that tension?”

Chapter 22 The Carver purred to Cassian, “If I tell you a secret, warrior-heart, what will you give me?” Neither of us spoke. Carefully—we’d have to phrase and do this so carefully. The Carver stroked the shard of bone in his palm, attention fixed upon a stone-faced Cassian. “What if I tell you what the rock and darkness and sea beyond whispered to me, Lord of Bloodshed? How they shuddered in fear, on that island across the sea. How they trembled when she emerged. She took something—something precious. She ripped it out with her teeth.” Cassian’s golden-brown face had drained of color, his wings tucking in tight. “What did you wake that day in Hybern, Prince of Bastards?” My blood went cold. “What came out was not what went in.” A rasping laugh as the Carver laid the shard of bone on the ground beside him. “How lovely she is—new as a fawn and yet ancient as the sea. How she calls to you. A queen, as my sister once was. Terrible and proud; beautiful as a winter sunrise.” Rhys had warned me of the inmates’ capacity to lie, to sell anything, to get free. “Nesta,” the Bone Carver murmured. “Nes-ta.” I squeezed Cassian’s hand. Enough. It was enough of this teasing and taunting. But he didn’t look at me. “How the wind moans her name. Can you hear it, too? Nesta. Nesta. Nesta.” I wasn’t sure Cassian was breathing. “What did she do, drowning in the ageless dark? What did she take?” It was the bite in the last word that snapped my tether of restraint. “If you wish to find out, perhaps you should stop talking long enough for us to explain.” My voice seemed to shake Cassian free of whatever trance he’d been in. His breathing surged, tight and fast, and he scanned my face—apology in his eyes.

Chapter 23 “Would you be frightened of her, if Nesta was—Death? Or if her power came from it?” Cassian was quiet for a long moment. He said at last, “I’m a warrior. I’ve walked beside Death my entire life. I would be more afraid for her, to have that power. But not afraid of her.” He considered, and added after a heartbeat, “Nothing about Nesta could frighten me.”

Chaper 24 Mercifully, or perhaps not, Nesta’s retching filled the silence. Cassian gaped at Rhys. “What did you do?” “I asked him the same thing,” I said, crossing my arms. “He said he ‘went fast.’ ” Nesta vomited again—then silence. Cassian sighed at the ceiling. “She’ll never fly again.” The doorknob twisted, and we tried—or at least Cassian and I did—not to seem like we’d been listening to her. Nesta’s face was still greenish-pale, but … Her eyes burned. There was no way of describing that burning—and even painting it might have failed. Her eyes remained the same blue-gray as my own. And yet … Molten ore was all I could think of. Quicksilver set aflame. She advanced a step toward us. All her attention fixed on Rhys. Cassian casually stepped in her path, wings folded in tight. Feet braced apart on the carpet. A fighting stance—casual, but … his Siphons glimmered. “Do you know,” Cassian drawled to her, “that the last time I got into a brawl in this house, I was kicked out for a month?” Nesta’s burning gaze slid to him, still outraged—but hinted with incredulity. He just went on, “It was Amren’s fault, of course, but no one believed me. And no one dared banish her.” She blinked slowly. But the burning, molten gaze became mortal. Or as mortal as one of us could be. Until Lucien breathed, “What are you?” Cassian didn’t seem to dare take his focus off Nesta. 

Chapter 27 Cassian had stationed himself by the doorway, I realized, to be closer to Nesta. To grab her if Amren decided she didn’t particularly care for where this conversation was headed. Or for any of the furniture in this room. Precisely why Rhys now placed himself on Amren’s other side—to draw her attention away from me, and Mor behind us, every muscle in her lithe body on alert. Cassian was staring at Nesta—hard enough that my sister at last twisted toward him. Met his gaze. His head tilted—slightly. A silent order.

Cassian casually slid Nesta behind him, his fingers snagging in the skirts of her black gown. As if to reassure himself that she wasn’t in Amren’s direct path. Nesta only rose onto her toes to peer over his shoulder.

Chapter 30 Both males went a bit still. But Azriel sketched a bow—while Cassian stalked for the dining table, reached right over Nesta’s shoulder, and grabbed a muffin from its little basket. “Morning, Nesta,” he said around a mouth of blueberry-lemon. “Elain.”

Cassian finished the muffin, licking his fingers. I could have sworn Nesta watched the entire thing with a sidelong glance. He grinned at her as if he knew it, too. “Ready for some flying, Nes?” “Don’t call me that.” The wrong thing to say, from the way Cassian’s eyes lit up. I chose that moment to winnow to the skies above the House, chuckling as wind carried me through the world. Some sisterly payback, I supposed. For Nesta’s general attitude. Mercifully, no one saw my slightly better crash landing on the veranda, and by the time Cassian’s dark figure appeared in the sky, Nesta’s hair bright as bronze in the morning sun, I’d brushed off the dirt and dust from my leathers. My sister’s face was wind-flushed as Cassian gently set her down. Then she strode for the glass doors without a single look back. “You’re welcome,” Cassian called after her, more than a bite to his voice. His hands clenched and slackened at his sides—as if he were trying to loosen the feel of her from his palms.

Chapter 31 In the terrible silence, Cassian hauled me out—toward the dim center of the pit. Nesta was standing there, arms around herself, eyes wide. Cassian only stretched out an arm for her. As if in a trance, she walked right to his side. His arms tightened around both of us, Siphons flaring, gilding the darkness with bloodred light.

Chapter 32 I wondered what had happened in those initial moments, when he’d found my sister. As if he’d read my thoughts, Rhys sent the image to me, no doubt courtesy of Cassian. Panic—and rage. That was all he knew as he shot down into the heart of the pit, spearing for that ancient darkness that had once shaken him to his very marrow. Nesta was there—and Feyre. It was the former he saw first, stumbling out of the dark, wide-eyed, her fear a tang that whetted his rage into something so sharp he could barely think, barely breathe— She let out a small, animal sound—like some wounded stag—as she saw him. As he landed so hard his knees popped. He said nothing as Nesta launched herself toward him, her dress filthy and disheveled, her arms stretching for him. He opened his own for her, unable to stop his approach, his reaching— She gripped his leathers instead. “ Feyre,” she rasped, pointing behind her with a free hand, shaking him solidly with the other. Strength—such untapped strength in that slim, beautiful body. “Hybern.” That was all he needed to hear. He drew his sword—then Rhys was arrowing for them, his power like a gods-damned volcanic eruption. Cassian charged ahead into the gloom, following the screaming—

Chapter 39 But Nesta was glancing between us all, her back still stiff, mouth a thin line. “Where is he?” “Who?” Rhys crooned. “Cassian.” I didn’t think I’d ever heard his name from her lips. Cassian had always been him or that one. And Nesta had been … pacing in the foyer. As if she was worried. I opened my mouth, but Mor beat me to it. “He’s busy.” I’d never heard her voice so … sharp. Icy. Nesta held Mor’s stare. Her jaw tightened, then relaxed, then tightened—as if fighting some battle to keep questions in. Mor didn’t drop her gaze. Mor had never seemed ruffled by mention of Cassian’s past lovers. Perhaps because they’d never meant much—not in the ways that counted. But if the Illyrian warrior no longer stood as a physical and emotional buffer between her and Azriel … And worse, if the person who caused that vacancy was Nesta … Mor said flatly, “When he gets back, keep your forked tongue behind your teeth.” My heart leaped into a furious beat, my arms slack at my sides at the insult, the threat. But Rhys said, “Mor.” She slowly—so slowly—looked at him. There was nothing but uncompromising will in Rhys’s face. “We now leave for the meeting in three days. Send out dispatches to the other High Lords to inform them. And I’m done debating where to meet. Pick a place and be done with it.” She stared him down for a heartbeat, then dragged her gaze back to my sister. Nesta’s face had not altered, the coldness limning it unbending. She was so still she seemed to barely be breathing. But she did not balk. She did not avert her eyes from the Morrigan. Mor vanished with hardly a blink. Nesta only turned and headed for the sitting room, where I noticed books had been laid on the low-lying table before the hearth.

Behind us, Amren murmured to Nesta, “Cassian has gone to war many times, girl. He isn’t general of Rhys’s forces for nothing. This battle was a skirmish compared to what lies ahead. He’s likely visiting the families of the fallen as we speak. He’ll be back before the meeting.” Nesta said, “I don’t care.”

Chapter 42 Nesta only lifted her chin. “I …” I’d never seen her stumble for words. “I do not want to be remembered as a coward.” “No one would say that,” I offered quietly. “I would.” Nesta surveyed us all, her gaze jumping past Cassian. Not to slight him, but… avoid answering the look he was giving her. Approval—more. “It was some distant thing,” she said. “War. Battle. It … it’s not anymore. I will help, if I can. If it means …telling them what happened.”

Mor sagged a bit, jewelry glinting with the movement, and went to take Cassian’s arm. But he’d at last approached Nesta. And as the world began to turn to shadows and wind, I saw Cassian tower over my sister, saw her chin lift defiantly, and heard him growl, “Hello, Nesta.” Rhys seemed to halt his winnowing as my sister said, “So you’re alive.” Cassian bared his teeth in a feral grin, wings flaring slightly. “Were you hoping otherwise?” Mor was watching—watching so closely, every muscle tense. She again reached for his arm, but Cassian angled out of reach, not tearing his eyes from Nesta’s blazing gaze. Nesta blurted, “You didn’t come to—” She stopped herself. The world seemed to go utterly still at that interrupted sentence, nothing and no one more so than Cassian. He scanned her face as if furiously reading some battle report. Mor just watched as Cassian took Nesta’s slim hand in his own, interlacing their fingers. As he folded in his wings and blindly reached his other hand back toward Mor in a silent order to transport them. Cassian’s eyes did not leave Nesta’s; nor did hers leave his. There was no warmth, no tenderness on either of their faces. Only that raging intensity, that blend of contempt and understanding and fire. Rhys began to winnow us again, and just as the dark wind swept in, I heard Cassian say to Nesta, his voice low and rough, “The next time, Emissary, I’ll come say hello.”

Chapter 44 “You’re insane,” I breathed to Tamlin as Varian bared his teeth. “Do you hear what you’re saying?” I pointed toward Nesta. “Hybern turned my sisters into Fae—after your bitch of a priestess sold them out!” “Perhaps Ianthe’s mind was already in Rhysand’s thrall. And what a tragedy to remain young and beautiful. You’re a good actress—I’m sure the trait runs in the family.” Nesta let out a low laugh. “If you want someone to blame for all of this,” she said to Tamlin, “perhaps you should first look in the mirror.” Tamlin snarled at her. Cassian snarled right back, “Watch it.” Tamlin looked between my sister and Cassian—his gaze lingering on Cassian’s wings, tucked in behind him. Snorted. “Seems like other preferences run in the Archeron family, too.”

Chapter 45 Rhys lifted a brow. “Your staggering generosity aside, will you be joining our forces?” “I have not yet decided.” Eris went so far as to give his father a look bordering on reproach. From genuine alarm or for what that refusal might mean for our own covert alliance, I couldn’t tell. “Armies take time to raise,” Cassian said. “You don’t have the luxury of sitting on your ass. You need to rally your soldiers now.” Beron only sneered. “I don’t take orders from the bastards of lesser fae whores.” My heartbeat was so wild I could hear it in every corner of my body, feel it pounding in my arms, my gut. But it was nothing compared to the wrath on Cassian’s face—or the icy rage on Azriel’s and Rhys’s. And the disgust on Mor’s. “That bastard,” Nesta said with utter coolness, though her eyes began to burn, “may wind up being the only person standing in the way of Hybern’s forces and your people.” She didn’t so much as look at Cassian as she said it. But he stared at her—as if he’d never seen her before.

Chapter 47 Helion paused his debating the wall to survey her carefully, as he had done earlier. Spell-Cleaver. That was his title. She surveyed him with her usual disdain. But Helion gave her the same bow he’d offered me—though his smile was edged with enough sensuality that even my heart raced a bit. No wonder the Lady of Autumn hadn’t stood a chance. “I don’t think we were introduced properly earlier,” he crooned to Nesta. “I’m—” “I don’t care,” Nesta said with a snap of her wrist, striding right past him and up to my side. “I’d like a word,” she said. “Now.” Cassian was biting his knuckle to keep from laughing—at the utter surprise and shock on Helion’s face. It wasn’t every day, I supposed, that anyone of either sex dismissed him so thoroughly. I threw the High Lord a semi-apologetic glance and led my sister out of the room. “What is it?” I asked when Nesta and I had entered her bedroom, the space bedecked in pink silk and gold, accents of ivory scattered throughout. The lavishness of it indeed put our various homes to shame. “We need to leave,” Nesta said. “Right now.” Every sense went on alert. “Why?” “It feels wrong. Something feels wrong.” I studied her, the clear sky beyond the towering, drape-framed windows. “Rhys and the others would sense it. You’re likely just picking up on all the power gathered here.” “Something is wrong,” Nesta insisted. “I’m not doubting you feel that way but … If none of the others are picking it up—” “I am not like the others.” Her throat bobbed. “We need to leave.” “I can send you back to Velaris, but we have things to discuss here—” “I don’t care about me, I—” The door opened, and Cassian stalked in, face grave. The sight of the wings, the Illyrian armor in this opulent, pink-filled room planted itself in my mind, the painting already taking form, as he said, “What’s wrong.” He studied every inch of her. As if there were nothing and no one else here, anywhere. But I said, “She senses something is off—says we need to leave right away.” I waited for the dismissal, but Cassian angled his head. “What, precisely, feels wrong?” Nesta stiffened, mouth pursing as she weighed his tone. “It feels like there’s this …dread. This sense that … that I forgot something but can’t remember what.” Cassian stared at her for a moment longer. “I’ll tell Rhys.” And he did.

Chapter 48 Nesta let out a breathy, sharp noise and surged from her chair. I lunged for her, nearly tripping over the skirts of my dress as she staggered back, a hand clutching at her chest. Another step would have taken her stumbling into the reflection pool, but Mor sprang forward, gripping her. “What’s wrong?” Mor demanded, holding my sister upright as her face contorted in what looked to be—pain. Confusion and pain. Sweat beaded on Nesta’s brow, though her face went deathly pale. “Something …” The word was cut off by a low groan. She sagged, and Mor caught her fully, scanning Nesta’s face. Cassian was instantly there, his hand at her back, teeth bared at the invisible threat.

Chapter 49 Nesta smoothed a hand down her dark dress. “What do I do now?” A purpose, I realized. Assigning her the task of finding a way to repair the holes in the wall … it had given my sister what perhaps our human lives had never granted her: a bearing. “You come with us—to Graysen’s estate, and then travel with the army. If you’re connected with the Cauldron, then we’ll need you close. Need you to tell us if it’s being wielded again.” Not quite a mission, but Nesta nodded all the same. Right as Cassian clapped Rhys on the shoulder and prowled toward us. He paused a foot away, and frowned. “Dresses aren’t good for flying, ladies.” Nesta didn’t reply. He lifted a brow. “No barking and biting today?” But Nesta didn’t rise to meet him, her face still drained and sallow. “I’ve never worn pants,” was all she said. I could have sworn concern flashed across Cassian’s features. But he brushed it aside and drawled, “I have no doubt you’d start a riot if you did.” No reaction. Had the Cauldron— Cassian stepped in Nesta’s path when she tried to walk past him. Put a tan, callused hand on her forehead. She shook off the touch, but he gripped her wrist, forcing her to meet his stare. “Any one of those human pricks makes a move to hurt you,” he breathed, “and you kill them.” He wouldn’t be coming—no, he’d be mustering the full might of the Illyrian legions. Azriel would be joining us, though. Cassian pressed one of his knives into Nesta’s hand. “Ash can kill you now,” he said with lethal quiet as she stared down at the blade. “A scratch can make you queasy enough to be vulnerable. Remember where the exits are in every room, every fence and courtyard— mark them when you go in, and mark how many men are around you. Mark where Rhys and the others are. Don’t forget that you’re stronger and faster. Aim for the soft parts,” he added, folding her fingers around the hilt. “And if someone gets you into a hold …” My sister said nothing as Cassian showed her the sensitive areas on a man. Not just the groin, but the inside of the foot, pinching the thigh, using her elbow like a weapon. When he finished, he stepped back, his hazel eyes churning with some emotion I couldn’t place. Nesta surveyed the fine dagger in her hand. Then lifted her head to look at him. “I told you to come to training,” Cassian said with a cocky grin, and strode off. I studied Nesta, the dagger, her quiet, still face. “Don’t even start,” she warned me, and headed for the stairs.

Chapter 51 On and on they went, until Devlon looked over Rhys’s shoulder—to where we stood. A scowl at Mor. A frown at me—wisely subdued. Then he noticed Nesta. “What is that,” Devlon asked. Nesta merely stared at him, one hand clamping the edges of her gray cloak together at her chest. One of the other camp-lords made some sign against evil. “That,” Cassian said too quietly, “is none of your concern.” “Is she a witch.” I opened my mouth, but Nesta said flatly, “Yes.” And I watched as nine full-grown, weathered Illyrian warlords flinched. “She may act like one sometimes,” Cassian clarified, “but no—she is High Fae.” “She is no more High Fae than we are,” Devlon countered.

Chapter 56 But Nesta had jolted to her feet, staring at Cassian, at the helmet he had tucked into the crook of his arm, the weapons still poking above his shoulder, in need of cleaning. His dark hair hung limp with sweat, his face was mud-splattered where even the helmet had not kept it out. But she surveyed his seven Siphons, the dim red stones. And then she said, “You’re hurt.” Rhys snapped to attention at that. Cassian’s face was grim—his eyes glassy. “It’s fine.” Even the words were laced with exhaustion. But she reached for his arm—his shield arm. Cassian seemed to hesitate, but offered it to her, tapping the Siphon atop his palm. The armor slid back a fraction over his forearm, revealing— “You know better than to walk around with an injury,” Rhys said a bit tensely. “I was busy,” Cassian said, not taking his focus off Nesta as she studied the swollen wrist. How she’d detected it through the armor … She must have read it in his eyes, his stance. I hadn’t realized she’d been observing the Illyrian general enough to notice his tells. “And it’ll be fixed by morning,” Cassian added, daring Rhys to say otherwise. But Nesta’s pale fingers gently probed his golden-brown skin, and he hissed through his teeth. “How do I fix it?” she asked. Her hair had been tied in a loose knot atop her head earlier in the day, and in the hours that we’d worked to ready and distribute supplies to the healers, through the heat and humidity, stray tendrils had come free to curl about her temple, her nape. Faint color had stained her cheeks from the sun, and her forearms, bare beneath the sleeves she’d rolled up, were flecked with mud. Cassian slowly sat on the log where she’d been perched a moment before, groaning softly—as if even that movement taxed him. “Icing it usually helps, but wrapping it will just lock it in place long enough for the sprain to repair itself—” She reached for the basket of bandages she’d been preparing, then for the pitcher at her feet. I was too tired to do anything other than watch as she washed his wrist, his hand, her own fingers gentle. Too tired to ask if she possessed the magic to heal it herself. Cassian seemed too weary to speak as well while she wrapped bandages around his wrist, only grunting to confirm if it was too tight or too loose, if it helped at all. But he watched her— didn’t take his eyes off her face, the brows bunched and lips pursed in concentration. And when she’d tied it neatly, his wrist wrapped in white, when Nesta made to pull back, Cassian gripped her fingers in his good hand. She lifted her gaze to his. “Thank you,” he said hoarsely. Nesta did not yank her hand away. Did not open her mouth for some barbed retort. She only stared and stared at him, at the breadth of his shoulders, even more powerful in that beautiful black armor, at the strong column of his tan neck above it, his wings. And then at his hazel eyes, still riveted to her face. Cassian brushed a thumb down the back of her hand. Nesta opened her mouth at last, and I braced myself— “You’re hurt?” At the sound of Mor’s voice, Cassian snatched his hand back and pivoted toward Mor with a lazy smile. “Nothing for you to cry over, don’t worry.” Nesta dragged her stare from his face—down to her now-empty hand, her fingers still curled as if his palm lay there. Cassian didn’t look at Nesta as she rose, snatching up the pitcher, and muttered something about getting more water from inside the tent. Cassian and Mor fell into their banter, laughing and taunting each other about the battle and the ones ahead. Nesta didn’t come back out again for some time.

Chapter 56

Nesta did not flinch at the clash and din of battle. She only stared toward one blackarmored figure, leading the lines, his occasional order to push or to hold that flank barking across the battle.

Chapter 57 Nesta laid a hand against her bare, rain-slick throat. Cassian began another assault on a Hybern captain—slower this time than he’d been. Now. I had to go now—quickly. I took a step away from the outlook. My sister narrowed her brows at me. “You’re leaving?” “I’ll be back soon,” was all I said. I didn’t dare wonder how much of our army would be left when I did. By the time I strode away, Nesta had already faced the battle once more, rain plastering her hair to her head. Resuming her unending vigil of the general battling on the valley floor below.

Chapter 61 I squinted at the watery light—the very last before true dark. When my vision adjusted… Nesta stood by the nearest tent, an empty water bucket between her feet. Her hair a damp mess atop her mud-flecked head. Watching us emerge, grim-faced— “He’s fine. Healed and awake,” I said quickly. Nesta’s shoulders sagged a bit. She’d saved me the trouble of hunting her down to ask her about tracking the Cauldron. Better to do it now, with some privacy. Especially before Amren arrived. But Mor said coldly, “Shouldn’t you be refilling that bucket?” Nesta went stiff. Sized up Mor. But Mor didn’t flinch from that look. After a moment, Nesta picked up her bucket, mud caked up to her shins, and continued on, steps squelching.

Chapter 62 Nesta still didn’t move. She could not use the bathtub, she’d told me. Because the memories it dragged up— Cassian said to her, “Nothing can harm you here.” He sucked in a breath, groaning softly, and rose to his feet. Azriel tried to stop him, but Cassian brushed him off and strode for my sister’s side. He braced a hand on the desk when he at last stopped. “Nothing can harm you,” he repeated. Nesta was still looking at him when she finally shut her eyes. I shifted, and the angle allowed me to see what I hadn’t detected before. Nesta stood before the map, a fist of bones and stones clenched over it. Cassian remained at her side—his other hand on her lower back. And I marveled at the touch she allowed—marveled at it as much as I did the mudsplattered hand she held out. The concentration that settled over her face. Her eyes shifted beneath their lids, as if scanning the world. “I don’t see anything.” “Go deeper,” Amren urged. “Find that tether between you.” She stiffened, but Cassian stepped closer, and she settled again. A minute went by. Then another. A muscle twitched on Nesta’s brow. Her hand bobbed. Her breath then came fast and hard, her lips curling back as she panted through her teeth. “Nesta,” Cassian warned.

Chapter 63 Cassian chuckled hoarsely, and looked to Nesta, who remained pale and quiet. What she’d seen, what I’d seen in her mind… The size of that army… “Eat or bed?” Cassian had asked Nesta, and I honestly couldn’t tell if he’d meant it as some invitation. I debated telling him he was in no shape. Nesta only said, “Bed.” And there was certainly no invitation in the exhausted reply.

Chapter 64 “We’ll get her back,” Cassian rasped from where he perched on the rolled arm of the chaise longue across the small sitting area, watching her carefully. Rhys, Amren, and Mor were meeting with the other High Lords, informing them what had been done. Seeing if they knew anything. Had any way of helping. Nesta lowered her hands, lifting her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed, lips thin. “No, you will not.” She pointed to the map on the table. “I saw that army. Its size, who is in it. I saw it, and there is no chance of any of you getting into its heart. Even you,” she added when Cassian opened his mouth again. “Especially not when you’re injured.”

Chapter 66 “Good,” Cassian said, glancing at Nesta. “If I end my life defending those who need it most, then I will consider it a death well spent.” Lord Devlon, for once, nodded his approval. I wondered if Cassian noticed it—if he cared. His face revealed nothing, not as his focus remained wholly on my sister.

Chapter 69 During the brief midday break in a large meadow, Nesta and I climbed inside one of the supply caravan’s covered wagons to change into Illyrian fighting leathers. When we emerged, Nesta even buckled a knife at her side. Cassian had insisted, yet he’d admitted that since she was untrained, she was just as likely to hurt herself as she was to hurt someone else.

Chapter 70 Nesta pushed herself onto her elbows, hair shaking free of her braid, lips bloodless. She heaved into the grass. Rhys’s magic shot out of him, arcing around our entire army, his breathing a wet rasp— Nesta’s hands grappled into the grass as she lifted her head, scanning the horizon. Like she could see right to where the Cauldron was now about to be unleashed. Rhys’s power flowed and flowed out of him, bracing for impact. Azriel’s Siphons flashed, a sprawling shield of cobalt locking over Rhysand’s, his breathing just as heavy as my mate’s— And then Nesta began screaming. Not in pain. But a name. Over and over. “CASSIAN.” Amren reached for her, but Nesta roared, “CASSIAN!” She scrambled to her feet, as if she’d leap into the skies. Her body lurched, and she went down, heaving again. A figure shot from the Illyrian ranks, spearing for us, flapping hard, red Siphons blazing— Nesta moaned, writhing on the ground. The earth seemed to shudder in response. No—not in response to her. In terror of the thing that erupted from Hybern’s army. I understood why the king had claimed those rocky foothills. Not to make us charge uphill if we should push them so far. But to position the Cauldron. For it was from the rocky outcropping that a battering ram of death-white light hurled for our army. Just about level with the Illyrian legion in the sky—as the Attor’s legion dropped to the earth, and ducked for cover. Leaving the Illyrians exposed. Cassian was halfway to us when the Cauldron’s blast hit the Illyrian forces. I saw him scream—but heard nothing. The force of that power… It shredded Azriel’s shield. Then Rhysand’s. And then shredded any Siphon-made ones. It hollowed out my ears and seared my face. And where a thousand soldiers had been a heartbeat before… Ashes rained down upon our foot soldiers. Nesta had known. She gaped up at me, terror and agony on her face, then scanned the sky for Cassian, who flapped in place, as if torn between coming for us and charging back to the scattering Illyrian and Peregryn ranks. She’d known where that blast was about to hit. Cassian had been right in the center of it. Or would have been, if she hadn’t called him away. Rhys was looking at her like he knew, too. Like he didn’t know whether to scold her for the guilt Cassian would no doubt feel, or thank her for saving him. Nesta’s body went stiff again, a low moan breaking from her. I felt Rhys cast out his power—a silent warning signal. The other High Lords raised shields this time, backing the one he rallied. But the Cauldron did not hit the same spot twice. And Hybern was willing to incinerate part of his own army if it meant wiping out a strength of ours. Cassian was again hurtling for us, for Nesta sprawled on the ground, as the light and unholy heat of the Cauldron were unleashed again.

Nesta had her brow in the grass as Cassian landed so hard the ground shuddered. He was reaching for her as he panted, “What is it, what—” “It’s gone quiet again,” Nesta breathed, letting Cassian haul her into a sitting position as he scanned her face. Devastation and rage lay in his own. Did he know? That she had screamed for him, knowing he’d come… That she’d done it to save him? Rhys only ordered him, “Get back in line. The soldiers need you there.” Cassian bared his teeth. “What the hell can we do against that?”

Chapter 72 Rhys made to shoot me back down to the ground, where Amren and Elain were still waiting. Nesta said, “Wait.” Rhys obeyed. Nesta stared toward that armada, toward our father fighting in it. “Use me. As bait.” I blinked at the same moment Cassian said, “No.” Nesta ignored him. “The king is probably waiting beside that Cauldron. Even if you get there, you’ll have him to contend with. Draw him out. Draw him far away. To me.” “How,” Rhys said softly. “It goes both ways,” Nesta murmured, as if my mate’s words moments before had triggered the idea. “He doesn’t know how much I took. And if … if I make it seem like I’m about to use his power … He’ll come running. Just to kill me.” “He will kill you,” Cassian snarled. Her hand clenched on his arm. “That’s—that’s where you come in.” To guard her. Protect her. To lay a trap for the king. “No,” Rhys said. Nesta snorted. “You’re not my High Lord. I may do as I wish. And since he’ll sense that you’re with me… You need to go far away, too.” Rhys said to Cassian, “I’m not letting you throw your life away for this.” I was inclined to agree. Cassian surveyed the depleted Illyrian lines, now holding strong as Azriel rallied them. “Az has control of the lines.” “I said no,” Rhys snapped. I’d never heard him use that tone with Cassian, with any of them. Cassian said steadily, “It’s the only shot we have of a diversion. Luring him away from that Cauldron.” His hands tightened on Nesta. “You gave everything, Rhys. You went through that hell for us, for fifty years.” He’d never addressed it—not fully. “You think I don’t know what happened? I know, Rhys. We all do. And we know you did it to save us, spare us.” He shook his head, sunlight glinting off that dark, winged helmet. “Let us return the favor. Let us repay the debt.” “There is no debt to repay.” Rhys’s voice broke. The sound of it cracked my heart. Cassian’s own voice broke as he said, “I never got to repay your mother—for her kindness. Let me do it this way. Let me buy you time.” “I can’t.” I wasn’t sure if in the entire history of Illyria, there had ever been such a discussion. “You can,” Cassian said gently. “You can, Rhys.” He gave a lazy grin. “Save some of the glory for the rest of us.” “Cassian—” But Cassian asked Nesta, “Do you have what you need?” Nesta nodded. “Amren showed me enough. What to do to rally the power to me.” And if Amren and I could control the Cauldron between us… That distraction they’d offer … Nesta looked down to Elain—our sister monitoring the bloodbath ahead. Then to me. She said quietly, “Tell Father—thank you.” She wrapped her arms tightly around Cassian, those gray-blue eyes bright, then they were gone.

Chapter 74 Nesta surged to her feet, staggering across the clearing, blood at her mouth from where he’d hit her, and threw herself to her knees before Cassian. “Get up,” she sobbed, hauling at his shoulder. “Get up.” He tried—and failed. “You’re too heavy,” she pleaded, but still tried to raise him, fingers scrabbling in his black, bloodied armor. “I can’t—he’s coming—” “Go,” Cassian groaned. Her power had stopped hurling the king across the forest. He now stalked toward them, brushing off splinters and leaves from his jacket—taking his time. Knowing she would not leave. Savoring the awaiting slaughter. Nesta gritted her teeth, trying to haul Cassian up once more. A broken sound of pain ripped from him. “Go! ” he barked at her. “I can’t,” she breathed, voice breaking. “I can’t.” The same words Rhys had given him. Cassian grunted in pain, but lifted his bloodied hands—to cup her face. “I have no regrets in my life, but this.” His voice shook with every word. “That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.” She didn’t stop him as he leaned up and kissed her—lightly. As much as he could manage. Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face, “I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.” The King of Hybern stepped into that clearing, dark power wafting from his fingertips. And even the Cauldron seemed to pause in surprise—surprise or some … feeling as Nesta looked at the king with death twining around his hands, then down at Cassian. And covered Cassian’s body with her own. Cassian went still— then his hand slid over her back. Together. They’d go together. I will offer you a bargain, I said to the Cauldron. I will offer you my soul. Save them. “Romantic,” the king said, “but ill-advised.” Nesta did not move from where she shielded Cassian’s body.

Chapter 80 My sister had barely spoken, barely eaten these past few days. Had not visited Cassian in his healing bed. Still had not talked to me about what had happened.

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rotations. (zuko x f!reader) pt5

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“No one deserves to have their home destroyed, or have their family members ripped away from them! I saw what the Fire Nation did in my own city and countless others. The Fire Nation isn’t what I thought it was.” Her eyes welled with tears. “And neither are you.”

(Y/N) rested her chin on her hands as Appa flew over the land. It had been a few days since she had joined the Avatar and his friends, but already had she experienced way more than she ever would have in her life in the Fire Nation. Just the other day, they had saved an entire town from a volcano! She wasn’t a powerful enough bender to control lava, but she did help steer Appa so the sky bison could use his airbending to cool it down. She and the group decided that it was best if they saved her firebending for a rainy day. People in the towns that they were visiting weren’t too keen on having firebenders there.

From Appa, if she looked down, she could see dark spots across the green and yellow lands. Burned land. She had seen enough of it from her balcony of her mansion back in the Earth Kingdom. Her father had explained to her why their soldiers burned the peoples’ land. “Destroying what they need to survive keeps them in their place,” he had said. She remembered her stomach turning sour as soon as the words left his mouth. 

“For the longest time, I believed that what the Fire Nation was doing was good and necessary. I can’t believe I was so stupid.” 

“Yeah, people from the Fire Nation tend to be pretty dumb.” Sokka polished his boomerang. She turned around to glare at him. 

“You don’t get it. They don’t teach us in our schools that we’re burning down villages for the fun of it. They tell us that we’re only trying to help. They brainwash the kids into thinking that all we’re--all they are trying to do is make a better life for everyone.” 

“Just because you didn’t know what the Fire Nation was doing doesn’t excuse them for what they did,” Sokka shot back. She huffed, feeling her anger growing. 

“I never said that!” 

“Well you’re acting like it!” 

“I literally saved you from Fire Nation soldiers!” 

“Guys, can we please stop fighting?” Aang sighed. “It’s making Appa uncomfortable.” 

“Oh, well, we wouldn’t want Appa to be uncomfortable, now would we?” Sokka scoffed. She chucked her pillow at him. 

“You’re the rudest person I’ve ever met! The Fire Nation as a whole does not represent who I am!” Huffing, she turned away from Sokka and tilted her chin up to the sky. 

It was nightfall before anyone talked again. Sokka was fast asleep toward the back of Appa’s saddle. Katara had crawled over to (Y/N), who sat sulking as far away from him as possible. “I’m sorry for what Sokka said earlier,” She said, her blue eyes kind and soft. “We know the Fire Nation doesn’t define who you are as a person. It’s just really hard for Sokka and I to get comfortable with you being around. You see, Fire Nation soldiers raided our villages and killed our mother.” 

(Y/N) felt her anger slip away and be replaced with guilt. If she had known that, she wouldn’t have let herself become so quick to anger. Sokka was dealing with emotions that she couldn’t possibly understand. 

“I’m sorry for getting angry,” she said quietly. “I had no idea the Fire Nation had done that to you, truly. And if I could apologize on behalf of the entire nation, I would.” She sighed, pulling her legs close to her chest. “I’ve been around a lot of people who have done some very bad things, sometimes to the people I care about. I really cannot express how sorry I am, Katara.” 

The girl smiled, her blue eyes watery from holding back tears. “It’s okay. We’ll bring the Fire Nation to justice one day.” (Y/N) nodded in agreement. “Would you mind telling me how the Fire Nation has hurt you too? I think it might help me understand you a bit better.” 

She inhaled a deep breath. “Well, when I still lived on the Fire Nation mainland, there was a boy I really...liked. He was only fourteen, still just a kid, but he spoke up when he wasn’t supposed to. He was challenged to an Agni Kai, which is a traditional firebending duel. He went up against a person who was ten times stronger than him.” (Y/N) swallowed the sob in her throat that always formed when she thought of that day. “The whole point of the duel is that you win when you burn another opponent. He was burned very badly that day and was banished from the Fire Nation. I haven’t heard from him since.” 

“I’m really sorry,” Katara said, and (Y/N) shook her head. 

“Goodness, no, don’t even apologize. It’s nothing compared to what happened to you and Sokka. How about we get some sleep? I can’t imagine what tomorrow is gonna be like.” 

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The next day had proved to be very troublesome for (Y/N). Their group had divided, with Sokka and Katara choosing to follow Bato to their father since Aang had hidden his coordinates from them. She understood where the young boy had been coming from: when she had first joined the group, she had definitely felt like an outsider, but things had slowly gotten better. It was unfortunate that Sokka and Katara had left them, but (Y/N) knew it was now her duty to get him to the Northern Water Tribe so he could continue his waterbending training. 

This plan went south as soon as the bounty hunter arrived. The beast she rode kicked up so much dust that it became hard for (Y/N) to see. She had lost sight of Aang and she knew he was in trouble, but the last thing she wanted was to blindly shoot fire and risk hurting someone. So instead, she stumbled through the dust until she could see properly. 

“Look out!” Was all she heard Sokka shout before he knocked her to the ground. She groaned as she fell, opening her eyes to see Sokka’s blue ones staring down at her. 

“What’d you do that for?” She grumbled, shoving him off of her.

“I saved you from a fire blast! A thank you would’ve been nice!” 

“I’m a firebender! I can handle a fire blast, you can’t!” She jumped to her feet, ready to defend her friends from the source of the blasts. 

What she expected to see through the dust was a bounty hunter or a Fire Nation soldier. Who she had not expected to see, however, was Prince Zuko. She felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her body. Seeing her old friend brought a flood of feelings back to her, but she tried her best to suppress them. She wanted to run into his arms and squeeze him into a hug. But then she pieced it all together. It was Zuko who had been hunting Aang. He was the one who raided Katara and Sokka’s village. A lot had changed since the two of them had last seen each other, that was obvious. 

It took Zuko a few seconds to recognize her. She was still in her Earth Kingdom clothes, as the disguise helped her travel between cities without being recognized. But he would recognize her (color) eyes anywhere. He stopped in his tracks; his arms lifted for another attack. 

“(Y/N)?” He asked. He glanced between her and the Avatar. 

In her fifteen years of life, not once had she firebended against Zuko. But she had a duty to her new friends and to the rest of the world. She ran at him, flipped forward, and kicked fire into his face. Zuko’s arms cut through her fire. He grunted angrily. 

“What are you doing?” He demanded. She didn’t answer. She shot fire at him again, but he dodged. 

“I won’t let you hurt him!” 

“Traitor!” Zuko roared, firing blasts back at her. She avoided them easily. She had always been praised for being light on her feet. Taking gymnastics with Ty Lee had allowed her to dance in between the flames. Zuko had only gotten better over the years. This would be a tough battle to beat. She kicked him in the stomach, knocking him off of his balance for a few moments. 

“You guys get out of here!” She shouted to her friends. “I’ll hold him off!” 

“We’re not leaving without you!” Katara shouted back. Zuko shot fire that missed her face by inches. 

“Go!” She shouted to them. She shot fire blasts from her firsts, driving Zuko away from her. She heard Appa fly away and in her heart, she hoped they would come back for her. She realized a moment too late that the bounty hunter’s beast had reached its tongue toward her. Paralyzed, she fell to the ground, knocking herself unconscious from the fall. 

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She sat in the hold of the Fire Nation ship with her hands cuffed behind her back, preventing her from bending her way out. She had woken up in that dark room, with the only light being from the torches on the outside of the cell. It amused her a bit that she had been captured by the nation she once called home, but really, she had spent most of her time wondering when her friends would come for her. It would be incredibly dangerous for them to infiltrate a Fire Nation ship, especially Aang. He was the prize that Zuko wanted, after all. 

Speaking of Zuko, he had been sitting in front of the bars of her cell since she had woken up. They both had been silent. She wanted to speak to him, but she wasn’t sure what to say. It was obvious the Agni Kai had changed him for the worse. He had been absolutely ruthless when they were fighting in the village. It had taken everything in her to fight him off, but it obviously hadn’t been enough. 

The heavy metal door swung open and she looked up to see Iroh, Zuko’s uncle. She had always liked Iroh. He told her funny stories whenever he visited the royal palace. He had played Pai Sho with her on more than a few occasions. He was a kind man, who didn’t really fit in with his family at all. She sat up immediately, a bright smile on her face. 

“Iroh!” She said cheerfully. “It’s wonderful to see you.” 

“Zuko,” Iroh scolded. “What is our dear friend doing in a cell?” Zuko glared at her. 

“She’s with the Avatar now. She’s a traitor.” 

“Traitor is a harsh word, in my opinion,” She replied. “I think I like the word rebel more.” 

“Don’t get cheeky with me!” Zuko snapped. 

“Is this true, (Y/N)?” Iroh asked. She looked away from him and refused to answer. 

“Where did the Avatar go?” Zuko demanded. She scoffed. 

“As if I’d tell you.” 

“As your prince, I demand you to answer me!” 

“So, am I a traitor, or are you still my prince? My head is killing me, Zuko, I can’t really keep up right now.” Humor was how she was choosing to deal with the pain of seeing the disappointment in Zuko’s eyes. She knew she was doing it for the right reasons, but she had let him down. 

“You’re just as insufferable as you were when I left.” She felt the anger inside of her boiling. 

“I’m insufferable? Says the boy who is still serving a country that banished him.” 

“That’s why I need the Avatar, (Y/N)! So I can finally go home and restore my honor!” 

“We both know it’s not going to be good enough for him, Zuko.” 

He turned toward his uncle. “Leave us.” Silently, Iroh left, but not before flashing her a sad smile. “I can’t believe I thought that I would ask for your hand in marriage once I returned home.” 

She scoffed. “Were you planning on filling me in of that plan in one of the letters you wrote to me?” 

“Letters? I never--” 

“Exactly. Even if I had stayed with the Fire Nation, I wouldn’t have agreed to your proposal. You might’ve been banished, Zuko, but it’s not hard to send a messenger hawk.” 

“Is that why you became a traitor? Because I didn’t write to you?” 

“Zuko, I promise that not everything is about you. Have you seen what the Fire Nation is doing to people? To innocent people?” 

“It’s what they deserve!” 

“No one deserves to have their home destroyed, or have their family members ripped away from them! I saw what the Fire Nation did in my own city and countless others. The Fire Nation isn’t what I thought it was.” Her eyes welled with tears. “And neither are you.” 

Zuko stormed out after she said that. (Y/N) lay back down on the ground and cried quietly as she mourned over the friend she once knew. The old Zuko was long gone. 

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I am Iron Man

Main Masterlist

Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader and Avengers x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Notes: I know it has been a while since I have posted but hooray! I’m not dead, I’ve have been really busy with moving and school work but I will try to start working on more fics. I hope you enjoy this as this was originally an quick imagine but I felt that there should be more. So any request or comments my door is always open.

No one’s POV

Steve stumbled to his feet staring out at the army, one man all on his own

“ap-...-comin-...-ot” A voice crackles out of the comms Steve shakes his head, trying to focus on the voice. Slowly, the sound returns the words ringing out clearly.

“Cap. On your left.” Sam calls out as a portal opens behind Cap causing him to turn and T’challa, Shuri, and Okoye walk on the field while Sam flys out of the portal circling the group. More portals open up as more familiar faces walk out.

Now with men and women ready to fight to save the universe Thanos stares back at them.

Mjolnir is called into Steve’s hand

“Avengers...assemble.”

Across the field as the gauntlet get farther away from Thanos as he is thrown into the air and slammed back down by Wanda

“Rain fire.” Thanos groans outmatched by the witch Corvus Glaive pushes Groot off of him glancing at his leader “But, sire, our troops”

“Just do it!” Thanos yells having his armor destroyed by Wanda. The sanctuary guns aim down onto the battlefield as hell rains down. Wanda looks up quickly building a force field but still getting knocked off her feet. Sakaarans and Jabari and many other heroes go flying.

One of the cannon blast hits the riverbank water now gushing as the bank threatens to collapse “Um, is anyone else seeing this?” Pepper calls out.

Tony, Brue, and Gamora turn to see the bank spilling over. Strange conjure a rune to keep the water from bay of the fight. As the battle continues Peter holds the gauntlet as he is surrounded by outriders

“Activate instant kill!” Peter yells out causing his suit to sprout out legs killing the monsters attacking him. As more attack Peter slowly gets overrun Steve notices throwing Mjolnir “Hey, Queens! Heads up!” Peter latches onto it with his webs getting thrown into the sky but the web is blasted off.

“Hang on, kid. I’ve got you.” Pepper grabs onto him passing him off to Valkyrie

Peter lands onto the Pegasus back as they ride closer to the van “Hey, nice to meet yo-aaaaah!“ They are hit by a blast sending Peter to the ground more explosions keep Peter stuck in the same place as more debris rains down onto the heroes.

Rocket and Groot dive for cover quickly Groot wraps his branches around them both. Suddenly the fire stops as the cannons aim towards the sky and begin firing.

“What the hell is this?” Sam calls out flying over the field. “Friday, what are they firing at?” Tony asks hovering over look up 

“Something just entered the upper atmosphere.” The A.I. replies

A comet heads straight for Earth as many fear for what it is. It suddenly veers towards the ships splitting into two as one goes through the bottom and the other goes through side it blowing up the ship. Appearing from the top is Carol Danvers and Y/n Stark the face of her own suit coming up “Hell Yeah!” she cries out throwing her hand up.

“Is that..” Steve calls out looking at Tony as he begins to smile. “That’s my girl.”

Reader’s POV

Both of you and Carol land in front of Steve and Tony

“Dad!” you rush into his arms hugging him. Tony pulls you in pressing a kiss onto you head. “Sunshine I’ve missed you.” You smile stepping back looking at Steve “Cap.” You give him a mock salute.

“Stark, how did you even get here.” Steve looked between you two. “Kree technology is far more advance mix that and a little Stark magic, a boom Space traveling Iron suit. Pretty cool right.” You smile, Tony ruffling your hair.

“I’m not gonna try and comprehend that but we are gonna need an assist.” Steve said

You and Carol look at each other “Roger Roger.” You smirk flying up and landing in front of Peter.

Both you and Carol land in front of a dazed Peter clutching the gauntlet “Uh, hey. I’m Peter Parker.”

“Hey, Peter Parker. You got something for me?” Carol smirks Peter hands it over, staring out at the approaching horde. "I don’t know how you’re gonna get it through all that”

Wanda lands next to you guys “Don’t worry, kid” Peter turns to see Okoye “She’s got help” As you fire up your suit you begin walking out towards the ridge with Carol leading the group Shuri, Gamora, and Nebula appear joining the group. Valkyrie lands next to the group leading her horse towards battle, Pepper lands next to you as Hope sizes up and now all the women make their way towards Thanos’ army.

Wanda and Valkyrie fly up taking out the chitarui leviathan, while Gamora and Nebula stabbing and killing a chitarui gorilla, while the rest of you fight of upcoming aliens and creatures to get close to the van.

Firing at outriders you get thrown back causing Carol to turn back and shoot at the one about to grab you. “Go Carol get to the Van!” You yell waving her to go as you and Pepper turn back to back taking down outriders.

Scott kicks the doors of the van open as the portal comes to life motivating Carol as she tears the army apart as she flies closer. Right about as she is about to reach it Thanos throws his sword at the portal causing it to explode throwing Carol, Thanos, and everyone by it back.

You get up from the blast seeing Tony, Steve, and Thor fight for the gauntlet. Thanos squeezes the crushed gauntlet on him but Thor and Steve grab onto him trying to pull it off, but get thrown off, Tony rushes over but gets thrown off as well. Quickly flying over to Thanos before he can snap Carol grabs his hand as you blast him in the leg causing him to fall down.

Thanos throws you back causing you to scrap against the ground. “Carol!” you cry out seeing her get thrown back by the power stone. Rushing over you fire at him causing him to stumble. Thanos throws a punch which makes you dodge blasting at him with your repulsors and firing missile after missile.

Thanos finally gets the upper hand grabbing you by the neck slamming you into the ground, ripping off your faceplate before pounding his fist into your face.

“No!” Tony yells out trying to get over to you but is thrown back

Trying to defend yourself was useless as you are slammed further into the ground. You get lifted up blood spilling down your face as you struggle to keep your eyes open “I admire you, you are just like your father.” Thanos says before throwing you off to the side. Steve rushing over to you as you try to push yourself up but fall back down.

Leaning on Steve you look and see your father rush towards him grabbing onto the gauntlet before getting thrown off.

“Dad...” You wheeze out trying to get up but are pushed back down “Stand down Y/n” Steve tells you.

Thanos lifts his hand in the air to deliver everyone's fate “I am...inevitable.” he snaps his fingers but nothing happens. Everyone watches as Thanos turns the glove over and see that the stones are gone.

You look over and see your father sitting up as the gems slide up his arm to his hand making his own gauntlet. Tony flinches as the power surges through him “Dad.” You try to get up but are held back

Tony looks smiles at you before looking at Thanos

“And I...am Iron Man.”

The tidal wave turns to mists as everyone is overwhelmed from the blast of power. Sitting up next to Steve and seeing Sakaarans, Outriders, and Chitauri turn to ash. Thanos army beginning to fall down and fade away like many of you did five years ago.

You watch as Thanos turn and see his army fade away. He sits on a pile of stone and then fades to ash. Looking back you find your father missing “Dad?” You call out Steve helping you up as you both try to look for Tony

“Y/n” You hear Pepper call out she you look and see she has tears in her eyes 

“Pep” you whisper as she ushers you over where Peter is getting pulled away by Rhodey. You gasp looking over at him his entire right side was burned as he wheezes, his eyes dazed.

You sit down next to him “Hey, Friday, what’ve we got?” You mumble “Life functions critical.” You look down as a tear slide downs you face. A hand wipes it away 

“Hey Sunshine.” Tony rasp “Please don’t go.” You cry into his chest his hand petting your hair “I’m sorry.” he whispers tears sliding down his face. Pepper comes over and sits next to you.

Pepper grabs Tony’s free hand “Tony, look at me. We’re going to be okay...”  He stares at her, tears welling. She touches his face, then leans in to kiss him.

“You can rest now.” When Pepper pulls back, she sees his eyes, fixed and glassy.

“I love you dad.” You hold onto him as his hand on your head becomes lightly until it falls of your head onto the ground. You cry when his hand falls off letting you know the worse has happen. Your sobs flood the battlefield as you cling to your father’s body.

Slowly you were pulled away by Pepper and you turn to cry into her chest. Pepper holds onto you struggling to be strong in front of you. Everything goes quiet. All around, the heroes drop to a knee the full weight of what’s happened dawning on them. 

Tony Stark is gone.

“Everybody wants a happy ending. But it doesn’t always roll that way. Maybe this time. I’m hoping if you play this back, it’s in celebration. I hope families are reunited, I hope we get it back and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored. If there ever was such a thing. God, what a world. Universe, now. If you’d told me ten years ago that we weren’t alone, let alone to this extent, I probably wouldn’t have been surprised. But come on... Who knew what epic forces of dark and light would come into play? For better or worse, that’s the reality our children get to grow up in. They throw themselves into his arms.”

This was your first time you had be home and it didn’t feel like home anymore, you, and many of Tony’s close friends and family were sat in the living watching a hologram that was filmed prior to his death.

“That’s why I thought I’d probably better record a little greeting, in the case of…an untimely death on my part. I mean, death at any time is untimely, but...this “time travel” thing we’re going to try to pull off tomorrow has me scratching my head about the “survivability” of it all. But that’s the hero gig, right? Part of the journey is the end and I know that Y/n is out there helping people out in space which I couldn’t be more proud of.” hearing your name causes you to look up and smile. Tony continues running a hand through his hair before standing up and moving closer

“What am I even tripping for? Everything is going to work out exactly the way it’s supposed to.” Tony looks out at the his family “I love you 3000,” directed towards Morgan before somehow looking straight at you, “and I love you Sunshine.” He switches off the camera, vanishing. Looking straight at the Iron Man helmet and you feel nothing, Pepper kisses Morgan’s forehead and grabbing your hand as you both trying to process everything.

You hold Morgan hand as you, Pepper, and Morgan descend down the porch stairs. Pepper holds a wreath of flower as your fellow avengers follow behind you. Standing at the edge of the deck Pepper kneels down and rest the flower in the water resting on top of it was Tony’s first arc reactor with “Proof That Tony Stark Has A Heart” a gift Tony got from Pepper when you were eight.

Pepper stands up and her and Morgan make their way back inside people given there condolences. Most of the guest had went back inside but some stay as you are still frozen in place and numb by everything. Carol gives you a hug while T’Challa, Scott, and Hope give you their condolences before walking back. The guardians each give their sorrows before leaving. Sam, Bucky, and Wanda each give you a hug but you stay still they give a frown to each other before walking back.

“I’m sorry Y/n it was the only way.” Strange says placing a hand onto your shoulder before walking back. Peter and his aunt come up to you Peter squeezing you hand “I’m sorry Y/n” he mumbles before following his aunt.

Rhodey, Clint, and the rest of the avengers left realizing that there was not use to get you to talk. Until there was only Steve left, he walks over to the edge of the deck as Tony’s wreath slowly drifting further into the lake.

“Y/n, I know that Tony wouldn’t want you to become like this now that he is gone and you are going to have to move on sometime.” he goes to grab your hand but you whip around causing him to see your sunken eyes and bloodshot with how much crying you have done.

“You of all people Steve do not get to tell me I’m gonna to have to move, when you caused a civil war over you not-dead best friend. I don’t hate Bucky but you of all people should understand what I’m going through.” You spat out each time you spoke you shoved him back until he is at end of the deck closer to the house.

“I will never be able to move on. He was my main supporter and was always there for me and now he’s gone and I will never be the same.” You choke out, Steve frowns pulling you into a hug as you cry more into his shirt as it slowly gets wet.

After a few minutes you are all out of tears you step away rubbing your eyes and taking a deep breath. “Sorry I ruined your shirt.” You sniffled pointing at ruined shirt. He shrugs buttoning up his blazer “It’s fine.” flashing you smile that makes you feel better about it

“Soo... is this the end for the great Captain America?” you smile nudge him causing Steve to laugh.

“Yeah, I think it’s time for this old man to get his dance,” He confesses and then he sniffles “Oh my god are you crying.” You laugh causing him to quickly wipe his tears.

“No it’s just allergies.” he clears his throat all choked up You smile both of you looking out at the water “You know since you’re stepping down Sam would make a pretty good Cap.” you said

Steve nods before smoothing his jacket “Maybe, so you ready to head inside,” he nods towards the house, “Uh yeah just give me a minute and I’ll be in.” You say straighten out your shirt.

Steve squeezes you hand before turning and heading inside leaving you alone on the dock. You walk further to the edge of the deck and look out onto the lake the sun slowly setting casting a glow on the water 

“I’m gonna miss you.” You say out loud. “He knows,” A voice replies making you turn and see Nick Fury standing a bit away from you. “When I asked him to join the Avengers the only reason he joined was you,” You look down at your shoes hearing his footsteps get closer, “He joined to protect the people but also to protect you, you were his everything and he knew when he was gone that you would be able to make the right decision.” He placed a hand on your shoulder before holding out a folder with Shield printed across it,

“And I know that if anyone else were to have this title it would be you.” You flip reading the subject ‘Avengers: Next Gen’ with names listen ‘Kamala Khan, Marc Spector, Jennifer Walters, Yelena Belova, and Shang-Chi’ “And what does this mean with?” you ask Nick smirked 

“You tell me Y/n or should I say Iron Man.” You looked back and the file, “Wait bu-” you turn back and see that Fury is gone, “He always does that.” you smile

The Next Avengers,

New Hope...

And you were Iron Man.

#avengers masterlist #avengers x reader #x stark!reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #steve rogers x stark!reader #avengers x stark!reader #iron man #avengers endgame

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Ya want some WORLD-BUILDING????

Have some world-building!

*REMINDER* This is based on characters, not real people.  I’m not going to be writing any shipping/smut content, especially involving minors.  Please be respectful of content creators’ boundaries!

The Crystallos Empire (AKA the Antarctic Empire)

Largest the countries (takes up most of the southern half of the map) but agreed to stop expansion after a bloody battle with Valeriana 

Centered on a large snowy mountain in the middle of the tundra 

Mostly stays out of other countries’ business, but will step in as a last resort 

Has some of the most well-known citizens in the world because… they’re pure chaos 

Attack at your own peril 

Has vast deposits of ores and gemstones, and the metalwork from Crystallos (mainly weaponry, armor, and jewelry) is highly sought after 

The only known food export is potatoes.  Wonder why… 

Associated Colors: Royal blue, light blue, crimson, gold 

Aesthetic/Vibes: gothic vibes, white stone and large stain glass windows, not particularly opulent or extravagant but still impressively royal looking, think catholic cathedral but brighter and with less Jesus (can you tell I’m a recovering catholic yet?), spires shooting into the sky that’s visible even during a blizzard, cavernous halls full of sunlight and echoes, snow that can comfort and kill in equal measure

Notable Members:

Philza Minecraft:

Angel

Visible wings look like a harpy eagle

Probably the most powerful person in the world

Didn’t mean to start an empire it kinda just happened

Also didn’t mean to adopt kids but his Dadza alarm went off

Usually kind but will not hesitate to use violence when necessary

Technoblade: 

Is pig.  

With braid.  

At least 8 feet all

Extremely adept fighter, skilled in almost every form of combat.  

Not a people pig, prefers his potato farm to being a prince

Hella protective of his family but will not hesitate to bully when given the opportunity

Wilbur Soot: 

Muse who can influence people through song

Can’t totally control people (yet) but can subtly push them in a certain direction

The public face of the imperial family

Would rather insult than fight but can and will cut a bitch if he needs to

Because inspiration is fickle he’ll have some … strange episodes (see: the Sand Incident)

Tommy Innit: 

Child.  

Chaos incarnate.

Is he human?  Is he not?  No one’s sure yet.  

But he’s a gremlin and a hellion and willing to throw down at any moment.  

Has a surprisingly caring side, but no one outside his immediate circle has ever really seen it.  

The Kingdom of Valeriana (aka Dream SMP)

Oldest of the countries 

Located in the middle of a massive forest at the center of the main continent 

Home of the Fae Courts

Ruled by a single king who is chosen by a tournament held every 100 years 

Known for causing chaos in other countries, but after an Incident with Crystallos they have kept their meddling to annoyances rather than outright declarations of war 

Considered the most magical of all the countries, and traditional enchantments almost all come from Valeriana 

Associated Colors: neon green (duh), bright yellow, forest green, light brown, blood red (more saturated than Crystallos), rose gold 

Aesthetic/Vibes: spooky art nouveau (idk what else to call it), lots of plants and nature but with an edge of danger, poison gardens and carnivorous plants, hedge mazes that lead everywhere and nowhere, laughter deep in the forest, deer with eyes just a hair too human, Alice in Wonderland on steroids 

Notable Members: 

Dream: 

Current king of the Fae

As long as he’s touching the ground, he knows where everything and everyone is

Can terraform

Unlimited in the boundaries of his kingdom

Much more limited outside of his realm

No one has ever seen what he really looks like, even before he took the throne

Since people outside the kingdom don’t know who he is, he’ll wander the outside world and challenge random people to fights

Never says what happens to the losers

Only one person has ever beaten him: Technoblade

He might have a lil obsession around Techno, but it’s fine.  

A little competition is healthy.

Sapnap:  

High Lord of the Summer Court

Dream’s right hand man

Likes fire a little too much probably

George: 

Human that Dream took a liking too and yoinked from the mortal world

Dream and Sapnap made him immortal but he hasn’t realized it yet.  

Skeppy: 

Changeling who started growing diamond-like scales across his body

Is vaguely allied with Dream simply because he’s Fae, but is more loyal to BBH

Like a lot of other Fae, likes to make challenges but he makes them less deadly.  Not totally safe, just less deadly.

Badboyhalo: 

Demon who was kicked out of hell because he was too nice

Found Skeppy in the Overworld and the rest is history

Cursed by the Demon King that the moment he says a swear word, the entire world would end, but can never tell anyone that he is cursed

The Merchant’s Guild

Not quite a country, more of a international power 

Oversees the largest and most important businesses in the world 

Makes sure that no laws are broken between different countries and everyone gets a fair shake 

Has a very large reach, so some members have dabbled in espionage for various groups 

From the outside it looks like the whole thing is kept together with duct tape and hope, but its actually pretty functional

The main members are just… a lot. 

More concerned with keeping things working than influencing other nations (although there are still jokes about it) 

The most valuable thing they trade in is information

They have a lot of fingers in a lot of pots, but are trusted with their information 

Associated Colors: dark blue, teal, deep yellow, burnt orange, copper

Aesthetic/Vibes: art deco babie, angles and lines, very modern and streamlined, sleek suits instead of armor or robes, whiskey in a crystal glass, wars won by words not weapons, knowing when someone’s lying without them saying a word

Notable Members:

Schlatt: 

Ram-man with a plan

Not that bad of a dude, but is in a position where he is constantly in possession of highly sensitive information and that does things to someone’s mental state

Drinks pretty regularly but not a full blown alcoholic

Trying his best

Can be a snarky asshole sometimes

Quackity: 

Lucky duck.  literally.  

Duck man with an uncanny ability to absorb good luck from people (typically Fundy) and apply it to himself

No one knows when or why he joined the guild, but now he’s there

Pretty damn smart, but hides it behind humor

Fundy: 

FOX!  

With BEANS!

Trying his goddamn best but life (and Quackity) make it very difficult

Usually is stuck with the shit end of the stick when getting jobs/contracts/etc. 

Wilbur being his dad is an inside joke that’s gotten a life of its own.  

(No Fishfuckers Allowed!!!)

Puffy: 

Badass sheep lady who captains a ship and commands her own armada

Schlatt’s sister

Also part of Storm’s Landing’s council and acts as the main liaison between them 

Do not fuck with her she will kick your ass.

Storm’s Landing

Port city that became a country after becoming a safe-haven for seafarers

Led by a council of important people, with the head of the council known as the Admiral 

Closest ties to Crystallos and the Merchant’s guild because: 

1) Clingy supremacy!!!!

2) it’s a good idea for a guild to have good ties with a large sea power

3) all the dads for Tubbo

Associated Colors: navy blue, scarlet, white, brass 

Aesthetic/Vibes: Nautical (obviously) with heavy “Age of Exploration” vibes, barnacles crusted on treasure chests, think tall ships and pirates and shit, respecting the ocean because holy shit she’s gonna smash your boat to pieces on a whim because she can, has an edge of darkness because when you go deep enough who knows what you’ll find down there (maybe mermaids???) 

Notable Members:

CaptainSparklez: 

elected to Admiral after the previous Admiral went missing on a routine voyage 

(idk who it used to be, I just wanted to make him new at leading)

not 100% sure about the whole thing, but handling it pretty okay

still answers to “Captain” instead of “Admiral”.  

Niki:

If Storm’s Landing had a queen, would be it unquestionably

Never gets robbed even though there’s a well known “underbelly” in town

Could probably end wars with her croissants

Has a significant history of empathic abilities in her family, so she can tell how people are feeling at all times

Eret: 

Owns a magic store in town that really only shows itself to people who need it.  

Having a bad mental health day?  

He’s got a warm blanket and a cup of your favorite warm beverage waiting.  

Dysphoric?  

She’s got the perfect outfit and affirming words already prepared.  

Trying to find that specific book but can’t remember the title or plot, only vaguely know the color of the cover?  

They’ve got it.  

Ranboo:  

Not sure why he decided to move to a seaside city when he’s not chill with water, but now he’s here and he’s too anxious to leave

Known for teleporting around town randomly when nervous, and the people who find him are always willing to let a hand if he gets lost

Tubbo: 

This boi!  Has so many dads!  

Epitome of “Kindness does not equal weakness.”  

While a lot of people underestimate him, he’s not some fragile little flower

He hasn’t fully grown into his ability to speak to animals (he can only understand bees right now)

He’s just as much of a shit stirrer as Tommy.  

When they meet up, look out.  Something’s getting destroyed.

The Astral Academy

An independent university focused on advancing knowledge in the arcane arts and engineering 

Not a country, but has the political power of one due to their vast resources and building prowess 

People can’t enter unless they are invited or have been given entry as a student 

There are a bunch of potential doors scattered around the continent that could lead to the Academy, but no one is sure where the real entrance is 

Associated Colors: royal purple, lilac, sepia, sky blue, silver, bronze Aesthetic/Vibes: bright academia, massive libraries with bookshelves stuffed to bursting, workshop benches covered in scrap and prototypes, open air observatories, runes waiting to be translated, the crackling energy that comes from successful collaboration, falling down a research rabbit hole, bursting with pride after a project is a success

Notable Members: 

Sam

Purpled

Ponk

Punz

Antfrost

Jack Manifold

I don’t know much about these characters, so if you have any ideas please let me know!

Zero’s OC Land - The North Haven

Smallest and newest country 

Recently gained independence from under a cruel dictator (not schlatt lol)

Located in a pine forest at the base of a huge mountain range 

Has pretty good relations with the other countries, but outsiders don’t know much about them 

Main exports are wood carvings and leather goods 

Associated Colors: Maroon, dark brown, black, pewter 

Aesthetic/Vibes: medieval but with a modern twist, dark wood lit by a roaring fireplace, snow-covered woods without a living soul in sight, half timber houses and detailed wood carving, no outrageous ornamentation or extravagance 

Notable Members:

Tyr: 

Lord of the North Haven

trying to keep his people safe and protected

one of the few remaining Spirits (higher in power than the Fae, but lower than angels)

Spirit of Justice

lost a hand in the war for North Haven’s independence

didn’t want to become the leader but does a pretty good job at it

Adopted 5 kids and is trying his best

Bragi: 

Heir Apparent

24 year old human

can influence the world by speaking (not singing) but has to be careful about which words he uses

has a book full of phrases that have proven effects (a spellbook of sorts)

has a friendly rivalry with Wilbur

Freya: 

Spymaster

actually the oldest but abdicated because she feels she’s not the right person to lead a country

age unknown because she’s the last known [REDACTED] (it’ll be revealed, but I wanna build suspense)

has gyrfalcon wings and heightened senses

chronic insomniac

Forseti: 

Official Librarian

20 years old

hybrid with an unknown entity

has black fingers with sharp claws

always wears gloves to hide them

can create portals to places he’s been or to people he knows (the second is much riskier, but not impossible)

knowledge sponge

wants to join the Astral Academy but is too nervous to apply

Odin: 

Older Twin

The “Sensible One”

17 years old

Has an uncanny sense of direction

Can’t get lost no matter what

Can manipulate magnetic fields

Loki:

Younger Twin

The “Hot Headed One”

17 years old

can manipulate fire

idolizes his older siblings, particularly Freya

The Institute

Creeping around in the background

Up to bad things

Something’s going on in the world, but no one’s noticed yet

They will though… soon

Aesthetic/Vibes: minimalism (the worst kind of vibes imo), think laboratories or empty hospitals, harsh artificial lights and cold floors, labyrinths of monotonous hallways with no doors

#whoo boy #that got long #can you tell i have a creative writing degree #fsis au #find steel in silver au #mcyt au #mcyt #dream smp #antarctic empire #philza #technoblade #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #skeppy #badboyhalo #jschatt #quackity #fundy #captain puffy #captainsparklez #nihachu #eret mcyt #ranboo #tubbo #i tried to tag everyone but it cut me off #if u have ideas/questions hit me up!