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next-autopsy · 6 months

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A/N: Well, hi there! Chapter five, done and dusted! I’m thriving on your feedback, seriously guys it’s keeping me alive x

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: some swearing, meal skipping……. Is there more???

Made of Glass

Chapter five: Don't Diss the Help

The colossal barrier loomed over her minuscule frame and when Birdie looked up at it, the wall seemed to sway in the sky as if teasing her. If she looked at it long enough she began to get dizzy.

“Lead with my right foot.” Bernadette recalled Joe’s advice, whispering it to herself in case anyone around her heard. “Just jump up the fuckin' wall.” She repeated that phrase like a mantra, “Just do it. Just jump! Come on now, Birdie!” Birdie took off running, remembering to raise her right foot earlier than she usually would’ve, it connected with the wooden wall and she focused all her physical strength into leveraging her body upwards.

Lo and behold! Her body went upwards!

It was like the moment moved in slow motion, Birdie saw the top of the wall approach her and reached out her hands. She successfully latched on and pulled herself the rest of the way up, one leg hooked up and over and within a second she was sitting. On top. Of an eight foot mountain.

“What the fuck?” Birdie whispered to herself in disbelief, she barely had time to register her accomplishment before whoops and cheers trumpeted out.

At first Birdie was too focused on the stacked panels of wood beneath her to realise the cheers were aimed at her, then her ears perked up a call of her name, “Yeah, Birdie!” and she beamed. The night of exhaustion behind her. The lack of food forgotten. All the snarky comments about her gender, her body, her face, her lack of muscles or bravery meant absolutely nothing to her now.

Bernadette truly was on top of the world and she was glowing.

“Dismount.” A voice said to her, tone low and close to a murmur. Her heartbeat stuttered momentarily, after working out the voice belonged to Winters and not the dreaded Sobel she was expecting, her heart calmed and the smile returned to her face. Birdie swung her legs and body over the edge and lowered herself with her arms. She let go and dropped to the floor, landing on her feet with ease.

“Congratulations, Private Coldwell.” Winters spoke out to her, his eyes shone with mirth when he noticed the way her whole body animated gleefully. Her eyes were just about sparkling and the wide grin could not be wiped off her face.

“Thank you, sir.” Said with a lighthearted giggle. The lieutenant gave her a head nod, suggesting she loop round and start the course again and Birdie complied happily.

Richard watched the young lady retreating, chuckling lightly when he noticed the tiny skip in her step. He observed from his spot near the base of the wall, he was supposed to be encouraging Easy company and keeping up morale but he took a momentary pause and noted which men she had approached.

Joe Toye and Bill Guarnere brightened at the sight of her, they hooted words of encouragement and gave her proud shoulder pats. Toye even outstretched his arm to ruffle her hair as a rewarding gesture which she laughed at and brushed off, swatting his hand in mock offence.

Winters felt a swell in his chest, he knew he had no reason to worry about the girl but he often found himself silently checking up on her social progress.

Richard was aware she could handle herself physically, she had proved as much when she beat him up Currahee by a full two minutes in her first week and now by getting over that wall (which seemed to be her only struggle). He was a tad concerned about her fitting in, he saw her isolating herself at every meal time. He was aware that she had befriended the mess hall staff was less than pleased, the mess hall staff wouldn't be following her into war. Not in the way it mattered.

They wouldn't be there to cover her or lay down suppressing fire. They wouldn't be there to wrap her wounds or drag her to an aid station if she ever needed it.

Winters could finally still his troubled mind, evidently, she was making friends and her choices were of high quality. Toye and Guarnere were tough, they would defend her till the end, they were smart and reliable.

Yes, she had chosen well.

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“And it's all thanks to you.” Birdie told Toye while grinning, he raised his eyebrow at her, questioning her statement. The two slid their lunch trays across the counter, waiting for it to be filled with whatever was being served for lunch.

“That so?”

“Your advice worked! I was fixin' to set that wall alight!” The southern girl's words were laced with mirth, her cheeks ached from smiling, “Seriously, I wouldn't've made it up there with you... so thanks.” She playfully thumped her fist on his bicep, her way of showing gratitude. It truly had meant so much to her to climb up and over that ruddy wall.

Joe didn't say anything back to her, he didn't have to. He was proud of her and she knew it, the last thing he'd do was ruin the moment by announcing it. It was better left unspoken, like a secret between them.

“Hey, I know a way you can really thank him.” George Luz had snuck up behind the pair and waggled his eyebrows with the suggestive remark.

Both Birdie and Toye paused for a second, taking in the connotation. Birdie scrunched up her nose, lips curling in disgust.

“Don't be gross.” She told the jokester at the same time Toye raised a hand and smacked him on the back of his head. Luz raised his palms in mock surrender and backed away from the duo with a quiet, “Okay, geez, try and tell one joke around here.”

Bernadette's stomach gurgled the closer they go to the front of the line, she hadn't eaten a bite since this time yesterday and boy was she feeling it. She was bouncing on her feet, ready to consume anything that came out of that kitchen, beige slop, green slop, burnt toast or hastily made sandwiches, it didn't matter to her, she would scoff it down happily. She looked into the open window the food was collected from and saw Javier dressing up a special plate for her. He glanced up and winked.

Javier, the cook who began smuggling her Hershey's bars every lunchtime, had told her that the meals they cooked here were an abomination compared to his typical meals. Something he couldn't change, they had to prepare the food as they were ordered and it was his undoing. That didn't stop him from adding an extra pinch of salt or pepper onto Birdie's plate, sometimes he'd even garnishing it with a sprig of parsley.

He came from a flavour forward house and usually took pride in his creations, Javi shared his plans with her to open up a restaurant when all this was over and invited her to be his first customer, provide her some ‘real food’ and not the army issued stuff. Birdie learnt that he had signed up for the years of kitchen experience, saying it would help him with his restaurant.

Birdie stepped up to the window, making eye contact with her beloved chef as he lifted the plate and stepped toward her, she may have drooled a little bit, eyes locked onto the food.

Just as she was about to receive her meal she heard the devil himself speak. Sobel's agitating voice stirred up a new kind of anger in her. His presence alone caused her to clench her fists and steam to blow from her ears, she tried her best to ignore him but when he called her name she was forced to turn and look at him.

“Yes, sir?” She willed him to hurry up so she could take the dish from Javier and devour everything atop of it. Sobel didn't say anything to her, which only made her concerned.

Then she noticed it. His hand.

It was at his side, pointing downwards. She followed the aim of his digit and felt all happiness drain out of her.

The chalk circle.

She wanted to scream out in frustration and throw the nearest object across the room but instead she dutifully walked over and stood inside, keeping her face void of any discontent.

Sobel smirked at her and walked away, apparently proud of himself and his little stun.

Birdie's shoulders sagged, she wanted to smack her head against something hard over and over until the pang in her stomach subsided. Toye and Guarnere shuffled to sit at the table in front of her, same as they did at breakfast, a number of men joined them all giving her pity looks.

Toye wanted to toss her a piece of bread but every time he was close to trying, Sobel looked over at them. She noticed what he was trying to do and shook her head, it would only get him reprimanded and her in trouble and nobody didn't need that. Almost all of the surrounding men had gone quiet, glaring and stoic. Bill was grumbling things under his breath and George kept on shaking his head in disbelief. The typical lunch time mood had turned gloomy and tense.

Even Javier came out of the backroom of the kitchen once every one had been giving a serving. He huffed, swinging a hand towel over his shoulder and placing a hand on his hip, “You not eating, Chica?” Birdie only shook her head, last thing she needed was Sobel overhearing her curse him and she didn't exactly trust herself not to speak ill of her CO at the moment. The chef spat out a flurry of what Birdie assumed were swear words in his native language as he stomped back into the kitchen.

“Since when are you so chummy with 'the help'?” The snarky comment was dropped by the skinny guy at the end of the table, the furthest away he could get from her. She squinted at the white tag on his chest which read: Liebgott.

Birdie hadn't interacted with him much, if not at all. All she remembered about him was the pissed off look he had on his face every time she entered the room and the high quantity of eye rolls aimed at her.

“Excuse you?” Her eyes narrowed, she was not in the mood to tolerate rude remarks and Javier was her friend, she'd be damned if she let some asshole insult him behind his back.

“Wanna pull your head out of your ass and try that again? Without the attitude?” Nobody was expecting her to respond like that, a collective gasp rocked the table and eyes flickered between Liebgott and the fuming woman.

Liebgott himself eyeballed her, stunned only for a second before his natural scowl returned to his face. He scoffed and shook his head, mumbling a calloused “Whatever.” and returned to the consumption of his meal, simply ignoring her to avoid a fight.

“Just ignore him, sweetheart. He doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut.” Bill said, raising his volume to make sure Liebgott had heard him, like he was warning the brooding man.

In response, Liebgott rolled his eyes and huffed, getting up dramatically and exiting the crowded mess hall, his boots stomped the whole way out.

A/N: Has anyone guessed the story pairing yet? I'm lowkey interested to know who y'all would pair Birdie with

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter six

#band of brothers #hbo war #easy company #band of brothers fanfic #fem oc #oc #made of glass #made of glass chapter five #next autopsy #joe toye #bill guarnere #richard winters #george luz #joe liebgott #not edited we die like men #ww2

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Training Camp ft. Ikkei: Part 1 - Know Your Place

Pairing: Yandere Nekomata x Kuroo ft. Ikkei

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Sex Toys, Chastity Cage, Exhibitionism, Voyerism, Humiliation, Degradation, Objectification, Cock Warming, Sweat Kink, Overstimulation, Gangbang

Summary: Nekomata has special plans for Kuroo’s first New Year’s trip.

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A/N: Of course I need to dedicate this to @sawamooora #1 Ikkei stan.

Kuroo impatiently waits, brimming with excitement as he searches for the familiar sight of Nekomata’s car approaching, suitcase packed and ready to go besides him. It’s been months since their little relationship began and the pink cage around his cock and the plug nestled in his ass feel like second skin, bringing a sense of comfort to the younger man as he’s reminded of just who belongs to with every shift he feels against his sensitive cock and insides.

He’s always hated New Year’s, dreaded being forced to spend more time than he wanted to at home, in an empty house devoid of any real familial love other than a fond smile here or there from his grandparents. He doesn’t want to be ungrateful and he loves his grandparents, he really does, but the loneliness is tormenting, the emptiness and silence clawing and digging its way under his skin as the clock ticks down to midnight every year, with only him there to greet the new year, his grandparents already long fast asleep and his father nowhere to be found.

But this year...this year’s going to be different and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face when a car honks at him from the street, practically skipping and almost tripping over his long legs as he shoves his suitcase into the trunk of his coach’s car and hops in the passenger seat.

Kuroo’s always been envious hearing his friends tell him about the fun celebrations their family did over the holiday, something green and ugly churning in his guts whenever someone rambled on and on about the amazing family trip they went on during the time off. But over time, as he got older, he had grudgingly come to terms that it’s just never something he’d ever experience, settling for the quiet dragging days he spent idling away in his bedroom instead.

So when Nekomata had asked him if he wanted to go away to the countryside with him over the New Years holiday during one of their post-coital cuddle session, he could hardly believe his ears, almost smacking the old man in the face with how quickly he turned to stare at him with wide hazel eyes before grinning and enthusiastically nodding his head. His body suddenly regained all of its energy despite how many orgasms had been coaxed out of him and he noisily pestered the older man with all types of questions about what they’d be doing and exactly where they were going, only shutting up with a gasp when a wrinkled hand reached down to circle his cum-filled hole, amused eyes staring at him as a finger slipped inside the loosened entrance.

“Well if you’ve recovered enough to make so much noise, let’s put that newfound energy and loud mouth to use.”

Needless to say, Kuroo didn’t get any answers that night.

And even now as they begin their long road trip, he still has no clue or hint of what’s in store for him.

Nekomata fondly smiles as Kuroo inquisitively looks around, pretty eyes sparkling with excitement and awe as he scurries around like a kitten exploring new territory, examining every inch of Ukai Ikkei’s peaceful training camp nestled among the woods of Miyagi. It’s a beautiful location, so different from the bustling city of Tokyo, hidden from prying eyes, only snow and barren trees visible for miles and miles. Perfect for what he has planned for his adorable pet and he laughs when Kuroo lays beside him that first night, pouting and whining about Nekomata not telling him that there were indoor volleyball courts here so he could pack accordingly.

He had wondered when Kuroo would bring it up and despite creaking bones, he eagerly makes his way to his own suitcase, pulling out a package he had purposefully kept hidden for this very moment, gleefully watching as the taller man curiously opened the bag. Not many things catch Kuroo off guard, so Nekomata watches in pride as the athlete’s jaw drops, almost reaching the ground as he realizes exactly what he’s staring down at.

The Nekoma captain knows it’s going to be a long weekend when he sees the vibrating butt plug innocently laying on top of a bundle of fabric, throat dry as he sets the toy aside and examines the soft bundle still inside, cock twitching in interest in its prison, a little whine stuck in his chest.

“Shouldn’t you thank me? Now you’ll be able to play all the volleyball you want this weekend. I even have some old friends visiting tomorrow who can join us.”

“It’s- That’s way too small! You want me to wear just this in front of other people?”

Hazel eyes pleadingly stare at the older man, but it’s no use and Kuroo pouts as Nekomata sternly stands his ground, reluctantly nodding his head and cuddling into his cushy chest when the coach uses his weakness against him, softly murmuring little praises about how good he’ll look, how he just wants to show off his handsome boy to everyone.

Doesn’t Kuroo want to make him happy?

He does! He does!

And despite how embarrassing it is, lean toned torso on display, cute nipples pebbled in arousal as Nekomata teasingly sucks the two peaks to attention, tiny bulge and ass cheeks practically hanging out of the skimpy black spandex shorts (really just glorified panties), Kuroo can’t help the pleased flush he feels spreading inside of him at how proud and hungrily Nekomata looks at him, whispering how gorgeous he is as he playfully prods and pushes the vibrating plug inside of Kuroo’s tight hole.

But it’s time to play a different game and Nekomata pulls the dazed boy after him, pretending nothing’s unusual about how he introduces the almost naked youngster to the rest of the senior citizens gathered on the indoor court, ignoring the leering looks they give the flustered athlete, biting back a smile at how veiny wrinkled hands roam and linger inappropriately across Kuroo’s body as they introduce themselves and greet the frazzled man.

He’s proud of how well Kuroo takes all the attention and the wandering touches, something akin to jealousy curling inside of him at how the messy haired man unconsciously leans into fingers that run along his nipples and sticks his ass out just a bit more when someone presses up behind him. Maybe he had trained his toy too well, but there’s no time to linger on it, not when everyone’s lining up on either side of the net and getting in game position.

Adrenaline pumps through Kuroo and he feels at home, almost forgetting the embarrassing outfit he has on as he gets ready to play like he always does, thinking to himself if maybe he should take it down a few notches, not wanting to hurt any of the frailer men around him. He sees a spiker jump in front of him and he leaps in the air, toned arms reaching up, ready to block the ball, but he yelps, mind going white as the vibrator inside of him is suddenly turned on, pressing relentlessly against his prostate and he falls on the ground in surprise.

Old faces crowd around him, rough hands helping him up, voices asking him if he’s okay, but it’s all background noise as he stares wide-eyed at Nekomata, heart racing at the smirk he receives in response, the flash of a remote peeking from his coach’s shorts solidifying his worst fears. But there’s nothing he can do, nothing he can say without letting everyone else around him know exactly what’s happening, that he’s traipsing around in public with a toy shoved inside of his ass like a slut. So he stays silent, plastering on a forced smile on his face as he reassures everyone he’s fine, unaware of the shared smirks behind his back, all of them in on Nekomata’s naughty little secret.

It only gets worse after that, the vibrations becoming unpredictable in timing and intensity, sometimes hitting him at the peak of his jumps, sometimes starting up in between plays, sometimes not moving at all, only making it so much worse when it does begin again after a longer pause than normal. His anticipation and anxiety only makes things worse and he knows he’s a mess, sluggish, sweating far too much for a simple game with old men, sloppy. But he grits his teeth, determined to make it through at least the first set before making up some excuse to leave and relieve himself.

Unfortunately Nekomata and company have different plans for him and when he once again jumps to block another spike, he can’t hold back the scream as the vibrations hit him full blast, not stopping even when he collapses on the ground, writhing and grabbing his ass, begging Nekomata to turn it off, uncaring of how everyone is watching the lewd spectacle he’s making of himself.

But it’s not Nekomata who hauls him up and he sobs as Ikkei snarls at him to stop whining, sneering at him for being a fucking whore who can’t live without a toy inside of him.

“How dare you waste all of our time by pulling shit like this? We’re here to play volleyball, not babysit a horny slut. So go make yourself useful, get off the fucking court, and be our little bench cock warmer since you clearly need something to always fill that slutty hole of yours.”

Kuroo can hardly register what’s happening, incoherently blabbering and drooling as the intense vibrations still relentlessly assault him, mindlessly following as Ikkei continues to drag him over to the metal bench, moaning as his pre-cum soaked shorts are pulled off of him. He petulantly whines when the plug is pulled out of him, immediately changing his tune and apologizing when Ikkei’s hands swat at his ass, rough palms humiliatingly spreading his ass cheeks apart, leaving his gaping fluttering hole on full view for everyone.

But when he’s positioned over Nekomata’s sitting form, trembling thighs bending as he’s shoved down on the cock he’s grown so familiar with, it feels like everything’s right in the world and a dopey smile spreads across his face when he bottoms out, the familiar weight and heat inside of him soothing his highstrung body. And suddenly he can care less about how the rest of the men are crowding around Nekomata and him on the excuse of being on a “water break”, greedy eyes taking in how Kuroo’s long legs splay wide open, pretty pink chastity cage out in the open, tight hole stuffed full of old man cock.

He doesn’t know how long he stays like that, body drunk on pleasure, jolted back to attention here and there by fingers that teasingly tweak and brush his nipples, a wrinkled hand easily fondling his cute little caged cock in one hand, a raspy voice mockingly tsking him for dripping so much sticky pre-cum everywhere.

The first set finishes and then there’s bickering as the other old men complain about how it’s unfair that only Nekomata gets a cock warmer when he sits out, demanding that Kuroo be passed around as a communal object. Nekomata is hesitant, surprisingly fierce possessiveness keeping him from readily agreeing. But when Ikkei urges him on, encouragingly asking his long-time friend things like “don’t you ever want to just sit back and watch?”, “don’t you want to see what your little pet looks like being split on multiple cocks?”, he can’t help the voyeuristic curiosity inside of him that ultimately has him acquiescing.

Kuroo doesn’t know how many times he’s passed around, doesn’t care, mind only able to think of being full, uncaring of how or by who.

Sometimes he’s made to face the game, fingers prodding his face, palms gently slapping his cheeks until he’s paying attention, forced to keep track of points, punished by vicious pulling and twisting of his aching nipples and smacks to his pathetically imprisoned cock when he says the wrong numbers or forgets to say anything at all after a point is scored.

Sometimes he’s made to face the player whose cock is splitting him apart, coaxed into sloppily making out with chapped lips, the scent of elderly bodies filling his nostrils, the wet sound of tongues and mouths tangling together echoing in his ears, bony hands digging into his bare ass.

He thinks he may have passed out once or twice, maybe even a few times, only to wake up moaning, tears in his eyes as arousal and denial mix and meld in a painfully intoxicating cocktail inside of him. All he needs, all he wants is to bounce on the cocks shoved inside of him to his heart’s content, desperate even for the lackluster untouched prostate orgasms he’s limited to with his chastity cage still firmly locked. But anytime he tries to even shift his hips, every time he even breathes louder than normal, he’s scolded and vulnerable inner thighs are meanly pinched until he stays still like a good toy.

It’s all a frustratingly dizzying experience, time and space blurring in Kuroo’s mind, brain turning off as he allows himself to just submerge in the feeling of being passed around and used, allowing himself to just let go and be the mindless sex toy they want him to be. But he’s snapped back to reality by a sudden inability to breathe and piercing coldness across his entire torso, muffled squealing filling the air as he’s laid face down on the cold metal bench, Ikkei’s cock breaching his mouth further and further, Nekomata sinking balls deep inside of his loose ass, both men surrounding him, their legs spread on either side of the bench, caging him in between them.

As his mouth is stretched painfully wide, nose brushing against Ikkei’s lower stomach, gray scratchy hairs tickling his face, ass full, Nekomata’s hands playfully kneading and groping his toned buttcheeks, any humane part left in his sex-crazed mind shatters. All he knows is serving and pleasure and he happily moans as his bare flat back is used as a table for sweaty towels, soaked fabric carelessly tossed on top of him. An especially drenched towel is thrown over his head and he deeply inhales, the salty heavy smell of sweat intermingling with the musk of Ikkei’s groin only dragging him further down a path he’ll never be able to recover from.

He could live happily just like that for the rest of his life, filled on both ends, white cotton fabric acting as a blindfold, encasing him in the pungent scent of his tormentors, reminding him just how far he’s fallen. But his owners have different plans, ignoring his little complaining mewls from being left empty and unfulfilled as Ikkei and Nekomata pull out of him. The towel still around his face prevents him from seeing anything, but a delighted smile slips on his face at the feeling of something prodding at his entrance, a content sigh escaping him when the familiar vibrating plug is pushed back into him, eyes closing and focusing on the soothing feeling of being filled once again.

But that comfort is short lived and he screams, a panicked overwhelmed keen that makes the men around him laugh as the vibrator is suddenly turned onto its highest setting, the borderline unbearable intensity against his relentlessly stimulated prostate driving him crazy, body writhing and convulsing in agonized bliss, fat tears and drool making a mess of his face. Yet that doesn’t stop his audience from meticulously pulling back up his ridiculously tiny booty shorts, pulling the material snugly high up on Kuroo’s hips, locking the plug even more firmly in place, slapping the captain’s perky ass for good measure and prodding at the toy inside of him through the stretchy fabric as he continues shaking and trembling, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out.

The towels that had been strewn about his body and head all lie rumpled and discarded on the ground, thrown off by the younger man’s chaotic movements, and the group of men watch in awe and lust, veiny wrinkled hands pumping their useless old cocks at how broken their little toy looks. He barely looks human. He definitely doesn’t sound human. And it only makes the desire in their aged bodies grow that much more, pride and power swelling inside of them at how much control they still have, despite their numbered days, over a bright and powerful young thing like Kuroo Tetsurou.

Gangbangs? They’re a young men’s game. But as they stare at the now cum covered man still sobbing and wailing as the vibrator inside of him continues its relentless assault, slobbering all over their cocks and fingers as they make sure not to let a drop of their sticky liquid go to waste. They can’t help but give themselves a pat on the back for their successful attempt, yawning and slowly walking away on aching legs and hips, bones creaking and cocks exhausted from being used so thoroughly after almost decades of no action.

Kuroo makes to get up, confusion in dazed hazel eyes as he tries to follow the pack, whimpering as every move he makes only makes the vibrations inside of him hit different angles. But he’s gently shoved back down by two pairs of hands and he bewilderedly pants, turning his attention towards Nekomata and Ikkei, gasping when they each toy with one perky nipple as they amusedly observe him.

“And where do you think you’re going, Tetsurou? There’s water bottles, towels, and all this equipment that still needs to be packed up and stored away. I’m not turning off your little toy until everything is cleaned up, understand? So better get to it.”

Tears stream down his face at the stern words, dismayed eyes taking in just how much of a mess there’s left for him to clean, realization that his torment has hardly begun sinking in. But he shakily nods and two pairs of eyes watch in sick fascination as their little slut begins to move around, breathy gasps and lewd moans interspersed with his actions, stumbling and panting like a cat in heat.

It’s going to be a great training camp.

#haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #yandere nekomata #nekomata x kuroo #ikkei x kuroo

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valdiis · 3 years

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Prompt #3: Scale

If ever - even as a child - Daephrin had had such a case of jitters, he couldn’t recall it. Nothing had ever excited him as much as this day. He must look a madman, skipping down the boardwalk and humming a merry chanty to himself. Indeed, he earned himself no few strange looks and careful crossings of the boardwalk to avoid him. If they had but known, perhaps they wouldn’t have blamed him for being obnoxiously perky.

Today, Daephrin would fly.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t flown before. After all, he was a sky pirate aboard the Windlass, a large treasure-hunting ship based in the Sea of Clouds. He’d been in the air loads of times. But never had he been in the air aboard his own airship.

Today, Daephrin’s airship would fly.

His heart leapt when he finally saw her, resting in the cradle she’d been built in for the last time. The hull had been built like all wooden ships - in one of many cradles at the dock. Unlike most of the others in Limsa Lominsa, his would not be pushed off the side. Instead, her airbags would be inflated, the ceruleum engine kicked on to power the propellers, and she would float right out of the cradle and into the sky.

Dae couldn’t wait. He’d dreamed of this his whole life. Even when it felt like Halone had a finger on the scales, keeping him stuck in the life of a lawyer, he knew that one day he would escape Her bony fingers and leap into the air. On his own gil. With his own command. No longer would he row another man’s boat.

The airbags were already filled, pulling upwards with their lighter-than-air wind filling. The science of it was all very esoteric, but the essential gist was that the airbags helped hold the airship aloft. Already, she strained at the ropes tying her down to the dock.

Dae whistled to his shipwright as he drew up beside the airship. Arawn looked up from his work and came over to speak to Daephrin at length about the state of things. Though he practically vibrated with the need to jump aboard and flip the engine switch, Dae listened attentively to all the last minute status updates and instructions. The burly shipwright held up a finger to stop him when he was done, and turned away to rummage in a box of waxing rags. Arawn withdrew a bottle of wine - a decent Ishgardian red - and presented it to Daephrin.

Gleefully, Dae shouted his thanks as he ran to the bow of the airship with the bottle of wine in hand. It was time.

“I dub thee: Lucky Lark!” he shouted, before swinging the bottle hard at the bow. In a spray of glass and wine, it shattered, soaking the pitch-imbued wood in red. Dae lifted the neck of the bottle he’d been holding and tipped a few careful drops into his mouth to seal the blessing. She was his.

The sky pirate whooped and dropped the glass neck on the dock (he’d have to clean that up later...), then ran up to the stairs of his ship. His ship! Those he’d been working beside for months to build her laughed at his excitement. For her first bump into the air, she needn’t carry a crew. Besides, she was designed to be small and clever and fast, crewed with a mere eight people. Dae wouldn’t be sailing her high above Limsa today - just lifting her into the air to be sure everything was working properly.

As he ran up the stairs, the dockworkers untied ropes and moved to the levers of the cradle. For a sea-faring ship, one pull of the levers would drop the side of the cradle and slide the ship down into the water. For the Lucky Lark, dropping the cradle would release the last tether keeping her on the ground.

Dae couldn’t wait. He danced on the deck, so antsy he couldn’t stay still. He shouted with joy until Arawn had to yell at him to pipe down so he could shout orders. “Steady! ... Ropes!” The last rope was released. “Fingers clear!” Everyone stepped back except for the burly Roegadyn men on either end of the cradle, each tasked with pulling one of the massive levers. “Starboard side clear!” No one stood on that side of the cradle lest they get beaned by the giant ribs of the cradle. “Propellers clear!” There was definitely no one near the propellers which would be powered by the ceruleum-based engine. “Helmsman on deck!” Daephrin stood at the helm, ready to guide the ship in a slow ascent and descent in place.

“Engines!” Daephrin eased up the lever which throttled the engines, slowly feeding the propellers energy until they kicked on with a hum. The whole airship shuddered delicately.

“Pull!!”

The levers moved back. The cradle’s starboard side fell open, the tips of its ribs right into the water. The Lucky Lark trembled and rose from her cradle, airbags creaking, engines humming, and helmsman shouting for joy.

Up she went. Ten fulms. Twenty. Forty-five.

When she could clear the tallest mast in the harbor, Daephrin gently wound the engines down, guiding the Lucky Lark in a gradual descent back to earth. She creaked and screeched landing in the cradle again, as if in protest at being back on land.

"Success!” Daephrin crowed as he turned off the engines and walked along the railing to catch ropes and help re-secure them. His girl had passed her first flight. Now all he needed was a crew.

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lilacslovers · 3 years

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💎 Lilac x Gordie {Royalty + Royal Guard AU Fic} Chapter One | The Meeting 💎

aaa i’m so happy! i’ve finished a fic of the first meeting of my s/i and gordie in the royalty au <3

yes it does say chapter one but. idk if this a proper series, its possibly a figurative ‘lets start from chapter one !’ its also just. omg it’s just a chapter like. not even a drabble. just a whole chapter HSJSND

but i truly hope you guys enjoy this! :0 (fic is in the keep reading !! ^^)

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The dark oak-stained carriage rattled around Lilac with every prance of Rapidash transporting it, the tight space and cool, pillowy seats barely making up for the sheer cold she was moving into.

In her gloved hands lied a handwritten letter from the Royals in Circhester; a neat cursive paragraph requesting her and her other guard apprentices to protect their home. After all, they would need good protection to hide their most precious jewels in the family, and they required the best of the best. In a way, it flattered Lilac to know they wanted her to assist them.

She folded the letter back into her sac tied at her waist, cuddling into her cape in shock from the sudden Circhesterian chill; she wasn’t too far from the castle now, and wished that they could’ve made her Royal Guard uniform more cozy inside. Perhaps they considered this weather late spring or summer temperatures...

Off guard, the shrill of Rapidash’s cry as it finally came to a halt nearly catapulted her into the rock-hard wood in front of her. She gasped in relief to have caught herself in time, straightening herself to correct such unawareness.

A crunch came from the snow as she dropped down from her carriage, a bag with her necessities slinged over her armoured shoulder. Walking to the near entrance, she turned to the coachman.

“Brr, it’s quite cold around here! You better stay safe in that house, Lilac!” he said, smiling cheerfully.

“Thank you, coachman.” she replied, turning next to the Rapidash, stroking its soft mane.

“And thank you, Rapidash.” she grinned at the Pokémon, in which it whinnied gleefully in response.

Walking across the tiled road to Circhester Castle, the snowy bushes brushed up against her, gorgeously grown flowers to withstand the eternal cold peeked their heads out of the fluffy hedges. Already employed guards outside were gossiping to each other about the family; perhaps they were new guards, like herself. Lilac halted, gaining the attention of the two guards at the grand door they stood up against.

Lilac decided to break the tension between them.

“I am incredibly sorry to interrupt. I am Lilac. I am here to sign myself into the occupation of Guard. I have a letter from the castle itself if you were to want it-“

Before her quiet voice were to finish her sentence, the doors loudly creaked open, revealing the Queen herself; the entrance surprised all three of the guards, yet they all retained the same serious face to show their composure. The Queen gave Lilac a stern look...

“Oh!” came the cheery exclamation of the Queen Melony, holding her hand to her face. “Welcome, dear! I suppose you must be the new Indoor Guard, correct?”

“I- um,” Lilac mumbled, clearing her throat to free the words she had before being surprised. “Yes, your Majesty. I have brought your letter. It is an honour to work with you.”

“Come inside!” invited the Queen. “‘Tis warmer in here, after all! I’ll show you to your position here in the castle.”

“Ah, thank you, your Majesty.”

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The warmth of the castle quickly defrosted Lilac’s freezing arms, and the sudden relaxation couldn’t help but make her stare in wonder at the details within: the castle walls were extremely high, regal tapestries hung. Across the tapestries came multiple family portraits from popular artists, and looking closely at the painting would reveal details drawn ever so to-the-point, it made Lilac ponder how someone could even make such a realistic piece in a time limit...

“Oh, I must say,” the Queen began to state. “My children can be quite the troublemakers, hoho... My youngest, a daughter and three sons, I believe they sometimes choose whom they like to see more often, more with my sons, I think. But... my oldest...”

She stopped in her tracks, and so did Lilac.

“... Well, he’s heir to the Throne, now. He possibly cannot choose who he works with, hoho!”

“I see, your Majesty.” Lilac lightly smiled to match the emotion of the Queen’s conversation. “I shall wish the Prince congratulations on being first to the Throne.”

“Oh, he would simply love that,” the Queen chortled. “He is quite the sensible man. I do hope he is excited to rule... I’ve had quite the years around here.”

It was hard for Lilac to decipher who this Prince was; after all, the long generations of family portraits across the wall couldn’t help Lilac’s imagination at all.

Queen Melony pointed to a space by a door, where Lilac stationed herself onto.

“Perfect! Your routine will to be to guard at this area, as well as to watch the household members around here if needed.

You will also patrol around here with other guards around 12 to 1 o’clock PM. Is that understood?”

“Yes, your Majesty.” Lilac agreed, straightening herself stoically. The Queen promptly smiled, and as she went out of sight, another guard poked their head out from the corner.

“Psst, hey. New guard.” they squeaked.

Lilac made eye contact with the other new guard.

“Have you seen Prince Gordie yet?”

“Who?”

“Prince Gordie!” another guard peeped. “C’mon, ‘who?’ Like, the Prince that is, like, constantly just... around? And cool?”

“I really don’t mean to be out of the loop, but...” Lilac held her chin to think. “I haven’t heard anything about any Prince Gordie... All I heard back from my town was when the Queen of Circhester came to visit, and when she did, it was never a ‘visit’ visit, only a ‘come to check out the best carriages’ visit.”

“Oh my Arceus, the Prince...!” yet another guard joined the conversation. “He looked shortly at me once. I just... I felt so seen...”

Oh, brother. Lilac looked away, until the commotion of the group caught her attention once again.

“Ah, look, there he comes...!”

A man came from the depths of the hallway, and suddenly it felt like everything was going slower - or perhaps Lilac was imagining things...

The man had his soft hair tied into a well-kept short ponytatail, as well as his soft and cute lapis eyes kept relaxed and sensual.

He walked with such confidence only a prince could ever have, his cape drifting gently across the satin carpets below. A slight jingling sound came from his minimalistic, yet beautiful necklace around his collar, the pendant resting on his chest where his relaxed blouse shaped the area around such jewellery.

His shoes lightly skipped across the satin carpets to not make even one noise, yet his heels made an dull tap that satisfyingly echoed across the area.

Whatever decent vision Lilac had of the Prince completely went from her mind; the Prince of Circhester, in her eyes, was indeed quite more handsome than she thought.

The guards squealed in delight, making all sorts of gestures to make Prince Gordie look over.

“Gordie! Could you please have a quick discussion with us? We need to talk to you about something?”

... And suddenly, all light the Prince had in his eyes disappeared as soon as he looked at them.

“... Gordie?” his deep, muttering voice repeated, his eyebrows furrowed. Lilac could see the optimism drain from the group, herself shivering along with them even if not involved.

“Never, in all my life, have I heard a stranger call me only by my first name. From what I recall, my title here is ‘Prince Gordie of Circhester’. Is that correct?” his angered voice paused for a while to let the guards rapidly nod their heads, truly attempting to not get into trouble.

“Yes. Now, all I want to hear from you few now is to refer to me as ‘Prince Gordie’. If you cannot, then ‘your Highness’, but if you can’t even manage a formal tone with a prince, you shall expect to be evicted from this castle. Is that understood?”

The guards nodded once again, mumbling out a few ‘Understood, Prince Gordie’s out from their held breath.

“Now. Don’t you have some patrolling to do? It is, after all, 12 o’clock. Go.”

The guards scurried away slowly, cowering from the unfortunate interaction.

Lilac, afraid herself of getting into an altercation, began to steadily inch her way around one corner.

“Please wait.” the Prince interrupted in a much normal, albeit naturally deep tone. Lilac hastily straightened her back once again, turned to face him.

“I did not mean you, I apologise for any confusion.” he stated, grinning. “It’s not actually 12, I just wanted them to leave, hehe.”

“My complete mistake, your Highness.” Lilac replied. “That is quite a tactic to make somebody leave, it’s certainly impressive, your Highness.”

“Hm,” Prince Gordie hummed, taking his chin with one hand. “Tell me, what is your name?”

Lilac paused, finding herself quite confounded at his question; oftentimes, asking for a guard’s name would be informal, as was taught in training.

“Ah, um, if you want it, It’s Lilac, your Highness.”

“Lilac, eh?” Prince Gordie grinned to himself. “A fitting, lovely name for a lovely guard.”

Lilac’s heart struck from the compliment, trying not to show any emotion upon her face, but the Prince began to speak again.

“I must go. I have quite a lot of errands to do.” he sighed, flicking his hair away from his vision.

“But, I do hope to see you again... Lilac.”

Prince Gordie gave a wave as he walked back out of the corridor, Lilac waving goodbye at the same time. As soon as he went completely, she faced the brick wall, intensely pondering the peculiar conversation she had had...

Surely...? Surely, he wasn’t trying to get her into trouble...? But, why would he take interest of only getting her name? Perhaps he was... No, absolutely not, Princes don’t form relationships with their servants...!

Unless, Prince Gordie wanted to?

Nevertheless, Lilac herself had duties to do. But, as she began to walk away, she couldn’t help but think as she rested her palm on her blushing cheek...

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neerasrealm · 3 years

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Kagekao’s Day

A fic that follows the average day in the life of our favorite demonic trickster as he gets up to...whatever it is he gets up to. Please note I am not Japanese so the japanese used in this fic is google translated and may be inaccurate or wonky. Apologies in advance for that. Word count: 3489

Shinjuku’s Golden Gai. Arguably one of his favorite places to spend long nights drinking in. The Golden Gai, or Golden Street as tourists would call it, was a quaint little labyrinth of bars, shops and clubs. He’d squeezed himself into a random bar, he wasn’t sure if he’d been there before but the place did serve some damn good umeshu. He’d already drank maybe two bottles worth. It was surprising they would still serve him after so much. Maybe it was because he didn’t get drunk very easily. He was tipsy at most.

He snapped his fingers as a waiter walked past his booth. He propped his clawed feet up on the table as he turned to look at him. He held up his empty glass, shaking it a bit. The ice clinked quietly as he did so. ‘’Motto kudasai.’’ he chirped. The waiter nodded and walked off to grab him another drink. He settled down again, ready to get himself comfy for bottle number three, but then his phone rang. He scowled and reached into his pocket, hitting answer without even looking at the caller ID. ‘’Osu.’’ he grunted, playing with his scarf. He heard a deep chuckle on the other side of the phone.

‘’Well hello there,’’ the voice was deep, and oozed charisma. He smiled and sat up. ‘’Is this a bad time, Kagekao?’’

He giggled. ‘’No, no, kami-sensei. Not at alllll.’’ he purred. ‘’To what do I owe the pleasure, hmmmmm?’’

The man on the other end of the phone chuckled again. ‘’I have a job for you. Think you could drop by? We’d love to see you again.’’

He swung his feet off the table and grinned, giggling. ‘’Of course, of course!’’ he chirped. ‘’Sounds fun! Very very fun, kekekeke!’’ he reached into his dress, pulling his wallet from one of the ever-so-delightful pockets. He pulled out the yen and tossed it onto the table. ‘’I’ll be there soon!’’

‘’Good, good. I’ll see you soon then.’’ the voice on the phone purred before hanging up. Kagekao skittered out of the bar and off to see Zalgo.

Getting to Zalgo’s realm was easy enough. Find a wall, draw a giant ‘Z’ on it and simply wait for the gates of hell to open up! Kagekao gleefully waltzed through the tunnel to the barren wasteland Zalgo resided in. It was a very dreary place...and Kagekao loved that! He took his time getting to the house. He liked messing with the lost souls that roamed the wasteland. They weren’t really able to fight back, and couldn’t think enough to be anything but innocently confused and curious. Kagekao playfully cackled to himself as he skittered off to Zalgo’s nice, cozy house.

Now he could have taken the door that was always left unlocked, but that was boring! Instead, he scaled the house and made his way up to the chimney. He squeezed himself into it and rapidly skittered down, being as loud as possible in the process. He giggled at the confused shouts and noises he could hear through the wall. He stopped near the entrance of the chimney. The fireplace was unlit.

‘’Kekekekekeke…’’

He heard shuffling in the room. The rustle of a newspaper, or magazine. Then someone, male, sighing. He giggled. ‘’Jason! Can you come here a second?’’ he called out, mimicking the young, feminine voice of Jane. The male grunted and got off the couch, crossing the room.

‘’Yes?’’

While he was occupied, Kagekao crawled out of the fireplace and onto the ceiling. He tilted his head, turning to look at the redheaded man standing in the doorway, his back turned to Kagekao. The demon pulled his scarf up onto the ceiling, out of sight, before replying. ‘’Nevermind, I got it!’’

Jason grunted and turned, walking back over to the armchair he’d been sitting in. Kagekao silently crept along the ceiling until he was directly over where the toymaker sat. Biting back a giggle, he braced himself, then let go of the ceiling. The screech Jason let out had him cackling.

‘’KEKEKEKEKE! Mitsuketa!!’’ he giggled as he rolled over in Jason’s lap and sat up, pressing his mask to the toymaker’s shocked face. Jason blinked a couple times before his lips curled into a snarl. He shoved Kagekao off of him roughly, sending the giggling demon to the floor. Kagekao rolled over onto his hands and knees and snapped his neck to the side a few times, making loud snapping noises as he did so. ‘’Ya-ho!’’ he chirped in greeting. Jason growled and kicked at him. The demon quickly backflipped out of the way with a giggle.

‘’What are you doing here?’’ Jason snapped. Kagekao giggled again and leapt to his feet.

‘’Zalgo called me!’’ he chirped. Jason huffed and shook his head, muttering to himself. Kagekao snapped his neck around at the sound of footsteps approaching the room. He grinned beneath his mask at the sight of Zalgo standing in the doorway, smirking as he always did. ‘’Ya, kami-sensei!’’ he greeted excitedly. Zalgo chuckled.

‘’Hello Kagekao.’’ he greeted calmly before tilting his head, golden eyes flicking to the angry toymaker. ‘’Jason, shouldn’t you be bringing guests up to my lounge? The living room is hardly a place for me to have formal discussions.’’

Jason glared at Zalgo like he wanted nothing more than to tear the smug god to shreds. ‘’He came down the chimney.’’ he replied bluntly. Kagekao nodded.

‘’It’s true! Then I dropped into Jason’s lap.’’ he purred. Literally. Like a cat. ‘’He’s very warm and snuggly, kekeke.’’

‘’Well that’s good to know.’’ Zalgo murmured back. Jason buried his face in his magazine and did the breathing exercises Alice had been teaching him. Zalgo looked back over at Kagekao and smiled warmly. ‘’Come, I’d like to speak with you in private.’’ he glanced at Jason for a second before turning on his heel and gesturing for Kagekao to follow. He followed obediently, though he didn’t stop himself from looking around and touching anything that caught his interest. Zalgo didn’t seem to mind very much.

He led Kagekao into his lounge. Though it also worked as an office. It was a big room, with high walls covered with bookshelves and drawers, along with a few trinkets. A mannequin with a pair of goggles on it, a glass case with giant butterfly wings in it, and a perfectly preserved human heart! That last one was Kagekao’s favorite, though Zalgo didn’t like him touching it. Zalgo strode over to the large desk and sat himself down on it, watching Kagekao intently as he skittered around the room a few times before deciding to flop himself into an oversized armchair. He curled his knees up, kneading his claws into the fabric as he got comfy before relaxing. He purred to himself before looking at Zalgo, who’s expression had turned more serious now.

‘’Do you have any wine?’’ he asked. Zalgo looked at him for a moment before snapping his fingers. Flames burst into the air, then disappeared. Leaving a bottle of wine in their place. The bottle fell down into Kagekao’s lap. He giggled happily and quickly uncorked it.

‘’I have an assignment for you,’’ Zalgo murmured, his voice serious now that they were in private. ‘’It’s important. This is something only you can do for me, Kagekao. I trust you can get it done.’’

‘’Mmm…’’ Kagekao pulled his mask up and chugged some wine straight from the bottle. He’d have preferred a glass, to let the wine air out and settle more, but he was thirsty from all the time he’d spent drinking earlier. ‘’Of course. I can do anything.’’

‘’Good.’’ Zalgo leaned back where he sat. ‘’I want you to check on the proxies. Ask them if they’ve seen anyone...out of the ordinary recently. Wearing a mask.’’

Kagekao looked up. ‘’Out of the ordinary?’’ he cocked his head. ‘’You’re never specific, are you kami-sensei?’’ he added with a laugh. ‘’I can do it though! No problem. I’ll get to see the goggle brothers again!!’’

Zalgo arched a brow. ‘’The goggle brothers?’’

‘’Doby and Toby!’’ Kagekao threw his arms up, then squeaked when he almost spilled wine on himself.

Zalgo smiled a small bit. ‘’Call them what you like,’’ he murmured as he stood up. ‘’Just make sure you don’t mention me-’’

‘’I know I know.’’ Kagekao cut in as he slurped down more wine. ‘’They can’t know you’re the person behind the Operator, lies and deception, I get it.’’ Zalgo looked surprised. He wasn’t used to being interrupted. Kagekao hopped to his feet and rocked on his heels. ‘’Can I run some errands before I report back?’’ he asked.

Zalgo nodded. ‘’Whatever you want.’’ he replied simply. ‘’Just get it done.’’

Kagekao gleefully hopped, skipped and jumped out of Zalgo’s realm. He found himself back in the human world. Specifically somewhere in the US. He wandered through the town he’d been popped out at before finding himself in the local park. Bordering the park was a thick forest. He strolled through the trees, deeper and deeper into the forest until he came upon a cabin. Though it was closer to being a shack. Dilapidated and broken down. The wood it was made from was rotting, and nature seemed to be reclaiming it. Kagekao walked over and climbed onto the roof of the shack. He skittered across it and looked down into the backyard.

‘’Yeah it was fuckin’ weird! I don’t know- third base!- who would keep their soda in the cabinet like??’’ a young voice spoke below him.

‘’Guess they like room temperature soda.’’ a second, deeper voice replied. Two boys sat out on the back porch. Or rather, one of them was sitting on the porch. The second boy, who wore mismatched knee socks, an old purple hoodie and had fluffy chestnut hair, was sitting on the other’s lap. Kagekao climbed down the wall, staring down at the two of them intently.

‘’Who the fuck drinks room temperature soda?’’ Doby asked as he tapped his fingers against his bare thigh. Toby shrugged and wrapped his arms around his friend, his shoulder jerking for a moment. He sighed and rested his head on Doby’s shoulder.

Kagekao slowly reached down and ran his fingers through Toby’s curly hair. The boy jumped in surprise, his fist punching outward on instinct. ‘’Fuck off!’’ he yelped. Both of their heads snapped up suddenly, looking at the demon casually perched on the wall above them. He tilted his head to the side, grinning beneath his mask.

Doby’s lips curled up into a grin. ‘’Hey bitch.’’ he chirped.

Kagekao giggled again. ‘’Hisashiburi desu ne.’’ he greeted. ‘’Genki datta?’’

Doby smirked and rolled his eyes. ‘’I can’t understand you.’’

Kagekao climbed down off the wall and hummed. Toby watched him crawl around the porch like a cat, or some kind of lizard. ‘’It’s been a while,’’ the demon murmured. ‘’How have you two been, hm?’’

‘’We’re good,’’ Toby murmured. ‘’What’re you doing here?’’

Kagekao snapped his neck to the sides a few times, as if mimicking the boy’s tics. He sat himself in front of them, crossing his legs. ‘’Just checking on you two.’’ he hummed. ‘’Anything interesting been happening lately? Anyone wandering into the woods?’’ he asked with a grin.

Doby smiled. ‘’A couple. You know how it is…’’ He mimicked swinging a baseball bat, a clear indicator that he was remembering times when the two had had to keep intruders from finding their little base of operations..

‘’And nobody else?’’ Kagekao tilted his head. ‘’Nobody with...a mask or anything such?’’

Toby frowned. ‘’Mask?’’ he asked softly. Doby nudged him.

‘’Sorry, tic.’’ he grunted before looking back at Kagekao. ‘’What do you mean by ‘mask’?’’ he asked slowly, his eyes narrowing at the demon.

Kagekao grinned slyly under his own mask. ‘’Someone covering their face. Hiding.’’ he replied. ‘’There’s been someone going around lately...causing issues in the community.’’ he shrugged. ‘’Don’t know their name. Just that they wear a mask and they might be causing issues.’’

Doby hummed. ‘’Nah don’t know ‘em.’’ he said. ‘’Right Toby?’’

Toby nodded, almost too enthusiastically. ‘’Right, right.’’ he parroted. Kagekao hummed and stood up. On his hands. He stretched out one of his arms, balancing his full weight on one palm.

‘’Well then,’’ he suddenly flipped himself up into the air, landing on the ground with ease. ‘’If that’s the case...then I’ll leave you boys be.’’ he looked at the two proxies. Neither of them spoke. They just stared up at him cautiously. Kagekao laughed and stepped away from the shack, moving toward the forest again. ‘’I’ll see you two soon, hopefully.’’ he added with a sly grin.

With his work done, Kagekao could do whatever he wanted. And he knew exactly what his next visit would be. He had to take a shortcut through Zalgo’s realm, but soon enough he found himself in Louisiana. Specifically a small town in Louisiana that had a forest bordering the side of it. He perched himself up in a tree and waited and waited. Eventually, a silver minivan drove out of the forest and Kagekao grinned. He leapt out of the tree and skittered through the woods and into the fairy circle buried deep inside it. He stopped in the mansion’s front garden and giggled. The mansion was typically impenetrable, accessible only to people who had Slender’s specific marking. Which Kagekao had, though Slender didn’t need to know that.

He crawled along the side of the house, finding his way into the back garden. He poked his head out and looked into the yard. Sitting by a flower patch, humming innocently was a small girl. Her hair was fiery, turning from blonde to red as it fell around her shoulders. She wore gray dungarees and a striped shirt, rolled up to her elbows, along with a red bowtie. Her skin was a reddish-brown, dotted with bronze freckles. Kagekao slinked out from behind the house and skittered across the grass, hiding in a bush. The girl looked up in surprise. She glanced around for a few moments, her golden eyes locking on the bush he was hiding in. Slowly, she stood up and crept over to him, head tilted curiously. She crouched by the bush, reaching out carefully.

And then he pounced. She shrieked as the two of them rolled over the grass. They came to a stop, Kagekao leaning over her. She blinked in surprise, looking at him, before grinning. ‘’Gecko!!’’

‘’Ya-ho Slendra-cha!.’’ he greeted with a smile.

The girl giggled and pushed him up off of her, sitting up. ‘’Hisashiburi desu ne,’’ she replied. ‘’Genki datta?’’

Kagekao smiled. Ah, one of his few friends who spoke japanese. ‘’Genkidesu.’’ he replied. She smiled and tilted her head, hair falling over her shoulder.

‘’What’re you doing here?’’ she narrowed her eyes at him. A sly smile crept up her face. ‘’You’re not causing mischief are you?’’

Kagekao folded his legs. ‘’Nooo…’’ he shook his head. ‘’I’d never do that!’’

She leaned closer to him. ‘’Uh-huh?’’ she asked. ‘’My dad’s gonna be mad if he finds out you’re here…’’

Kagekao grinned at Slendra. Oh, her father certainly would be unhappy to find out he was on the property of his enemy. But Zalgo needn’t know that. ‘’Slender just went grocery shopping.’’ he replied. ‘’I saw the car leave.’’

The girl pursed her lips, a smile curling up her face. ‘’You’re planning something aren’t you?’’

‘’Your father wouldn’t notice if a wine bottle or two went missing…’’ Kagekao replied. She giggled.

‘’You’re gonna get in troubleeeee.’’ she chided. Kagekao leaned into her.

‘’I knoooooow.’’ he replied. ‘’Now let me into your house.’’

Slendra rolled her eyes and laughed. ‘’Fine! But only if you promise to bring me those japanese potato chips I like next time you come over!’’ she pointed at him accusingly. Kagekao nodded, just eager to get his claws on some high quality wine. The girl smirked and stood up, leading the demon over to the back door. She slid it open and stepped into the neat, empty kitchen. ‘’You’re lucky Tim took Cody and EJ out you know.’’ she chided.

Kagekao padded toward the kitchen door, peering through the keyhole. ‘’Who’s home?’’ he asked.

‘’Mmm...Jeffery and Ben went with dad. Helen is in their room, and pops took the girls out.’’ she replied. ‘’So...you just gotta look out for Rachel.’’ Kagekao smirked. Rachel? She was only a human! Sure she was a psychic too but...nothing he couldn’t handle.

‘’Thank you Slendra.’’ he chirped before opening the kitchen door and skittering his way down to the basement. He flattened himself against the wall and peeked into the basement. It was sizable and comfy, with a few rooms. Including the miniature wine cellar, only across from him. His gaze moved over to the small couch on the right of the room. It was a cozy little area, with a coffee table, TV and several old gaming consoles, along with a cabinet full of games. Sitting on the couch, holding a game controller, was a woman with medium black hair, wearing an outfit of the same colour. She was playing some old shooter with monsters in it. Kagekao couldn’t be bothered to remember the name. He didn’t care for virtual games.

Silently as possible, he climbed up the wall and reached the ceiling. He froze, snapping his neck to check on the woman. Rachel Downs...a powerful psychic, but an average human. He’d be wary of her, at the very least. He crept along the ceiling, keeping his head locked on her the whole time. He had almost, almost reached Slenderman’s stash of delicious wine when Rachel suddenly yelled out in irritation. He jolted in fear, watching her throw down the controller in her lap. ‘’God damnit!’’ she snarled. ‘’Janky ass controls…’’ she shook her head, then stood up. Kagekao cursed under his breath and threw himself over to a shadowed corner, thankful that the basement lights weren’t on. Rachel frowned and looked over at him, and though she couldn’t spot his eyes, Kagekao stared right back. A few tense moments passed before she sighed and shook her head. ‘’Fuckin’ cats…’’ she muttered to herself as she turned and walked up the stairs. Kagekao stayed frozen still for a few moments before skittering out of the corner and over to the door to the wine cellar. He unlocked it with ease, using a copy of the key he’d stolen a few months ago.

You couldn’t exactly call it a wine cellar, more of a wine...room. Shelves that were lined with bottles upon bottles of the delicious red stuff. Kagekao giggled. He had at least an hour before Slender came home. Which was plenty of time. He wasted no time getting into a bottle of his favorite brand. Slender had exquisite taste in wine. And a concerning amount of it. You’d almost think the man was an alcoholic, if it weren’t for the fact that he was an ancient ethereal being who didn’t get drunk easily. Kagekao would have claimed to have that same excuse, but he was nowhere near ancient or ethereal, and his alcohol tolerance was still nothing compared to Slender’s. Not to mention he would drink for breakfast, lunch and dinner, when Slender would at least have a glass of juice in the morning.

He told himself he’d keep track of the time. But by the time he heard thumping upstairs and three sets of footsteps he was nowhere near ready to leave. His eyes widened, listening to muffled voices upstairs.

‘’Boys, you start putting all of this away. I’ll be up in a moment to help.’

’‘’Kay dad.’’

The footsteps moved some more, and then he heard the stairs to the basement creaking. Kagekao chugged down the last of the bottle he had clutched between his feet and skittered over to another shelf. He grabbed a bottle in each hand, still listening as Slender approached the room. He staggered over to the wall at the back of the room and drew on the sigil for Zalgo’s realm. As soon as the gateway was open enough for him to slip through, he darted in and closed it behind him. Not wanting to stick around for fear that he’d been caught, he skittered down the dark, damp tunnel until he emerged into the light.

He stumbled and fell against the wall of a building. He shivered. Wow- it was cold here. He crept out from behind the building and looked around until his eyes laid upon a bathhouse in the distance. Glancing around more, he realised he was in between a couple of restaurants. The smell of freshly cooked meat and good old fashioned sake filled his nose. Kagekao grinned.

He had a few hours to kill before he had to go back to Zalgo.

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woodstockbtswriter · 4 years

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Voyagers

Genre: Fluff/Headcanon

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female)

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join BTS on a Bon Voyage adventure leads to once-in-a-lifetime love.

Author’s Note: What? What’s this? Two updates in one week? Can you believe it? 😄 Anyway, as always, please enjoy! 💕

Part Fifteen

A Helicopter Tour

The route to meet the helicopters took you off-road, through the woods, and out into an open field

Jin parked the SUV on the grass, and as you and the boys climbed out, you noticed Yoongi didn’t hold the door open for you

You excused the incident as an oversight, but he had always been so diligently chivalrous it was hard to believe he simply forgot

As you stood in the bright sunlight waiting for the helicopters to arrive, everyone took the opportunity to apply sunscreen

You had the idea to use the SUV window as a mirror, and Namjoon and Yoongi followed your lead as you all rubbed sun lotion onto your faces

Glancing sideways at Yoongi, you saw he had a thick layer of white cream smeared all over his nose and his cheeks, and you couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped you

Yoongi turned around at your reaction, and when the other members saw him, they burst into laughter too

Unabashed, he defended himself as he continued to rub his face, saying you were supposed to apply sunscreen liberally to block UV rays

And as you watched him waddle away past his amused brothers, you felt it in your gut

You truly adored this precious man

A few minutes later, two helicopters came into view, and your group stood to the side so they could land in the field

And Yoongi joked that he’d called them to come pick you up

When they were on solid ground, you and the boys divided yourselves between the two helicopters

You purposely chose the same one as Yoongi, but you were a little disappointed when he sat in the front by the pilot instead of in the back with you, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung

The other boys exchanged glances with you as everyone climbed in and put on headsets

Apparently, they noticed Yoongi was being a little distant too

A knot that had nothing to do with being nervous about the flight began forming in the pit of your stomach

Hoseok read your face, and linked your arm through his, patting the back of your hand

You gave him a small, grateful smile in return, squeezing his arm affectionately just as the helicopter lifted into the air

The view of the New Zealand countryside passing beneath you was spectacular, all blue sky, green mountains, and white snow

And for just a second, as you hovered over a shining lake as reflective as a mirror, you forgot all your worries and just lived in the moment

But then Hoseok said he wanted to try some snow with strawberry syrup on top, which caused Yoongi to wonder aloud about the reality of eating the snow, and your awareness was pulled back inside the helicopter

Flying low over the lake, the helicopters circled around to land by the shore, and when they touched down, you were allowed get out to explore

As you and the boys crossed the gravel lakeside and approached the crystal clear water, the crew told you it was clean enough to drink

Namjoon and Yoongi didn’t hesitate to taste some, bending down to scoop up handfuls

When they confirmed the cleanliness of the water, you and the rest of the members joined them, trying it for yourselves

Taehyung then suggested skipping stones, and everyone took turns skimming rocks across the surface of the lake

But your stone-skipping skills had not improved since the other day, and the most you could manage was one bounce before your rock sunk

Further down the shore, Yoongi wasn’t doing any better, and had resorted to just tossing pebbles directly in the water

You’d tried to stand next to him at the water’s edge several times, but whenever you got close to him, he’d move to a different spot

And though the knot in your stomach grew tighter with each attempt, you still tried your best to stay optimistic and have a good time

Playing in the Snow

After spending some time at the lake, you and the boys headed back to the helicopters, but before Yoongi could climb into the front again, Taehyung stopped him

He asked his hyung if he could take a turn sitting up front, claiming he wanted a better view, but the glance Taehyung gave you told you he had other motives

Begrudgingly, Yoongi agreed, and he took Taehyung’s previous seat between you and the window

You tried to give Yoongi an apologetic look, but he busied himself putting on his headset

When everyone was in their seats, the helicopter took off again, and this time it soared higher over the snow-capped mountains

The scene out the windows grew even more breathtaking the further you flew

The peaks of the range were so tall they touched the clouds, and the whiteness of the snow was blinding

Finally, when you thought you couldn’t climb any higher, the pilot landed on a slope of pure, untouched powder, and you and the boys excitedly hopped out of the helicopter

Taehyung quickly took off, running gleefully through the snow as Yoongi wondered again if it was edible

Namjoon replied that it was, and Yoongi immediately grabbed a handful and took a bite

Jungkook asked him how it was and Yoongi said he wished he had some chocolate syrup to make Korean shaved ice

You smiled to yourself as you walked by, amused by Chef Min’s preoccupation with food and cooking

But before you got much further up the slope, Taehyung cut you off, asking you to pose for a picture

You agreed and smiled for him while he took several shots from different angles

Then he called for Yoongi, and asked him to pose with you

Yoongi didn’t argue, but he trudged over to stand next to you as though burdened with a heavy task

Taehyung made a show of setting up the perfect picture, directing you and Yoongi to stand closer together and to look at each other, tweaking your poses until he was satisfied

He then took an inordinate amount of shots, and as you peered at Yoongi’s face you were surprised find him actually looking you in the eye

And maybe it was because he was being a good model for his brother, but you swear you saw a glimmer of the softness his gaze usually held when trained on you

Your anxiety ebbed the slightest bit as you stood together, all your feelings for Yoongi welling up in your heart

But all too soon the moment passed, and Yoongi looked away, stepping back as soon as Taehyung said he got the shot

Sighing as Yoongi wandered off, you examined what the other boys were doing

And reminded yourself you were in an incredible place and that you were there to have fun

So when you saw Jungkook and Jin starting to roll snowballs to make a snowman, you marched over to help them

After playing in the snow for a good amount of time - building a respectable snowman, throwing snowballs, writing messages in the snow, and attempting to slide down the slope on your jackets - it was time to leave, and everyone reboarded the helicopters

A Picnic by the Lake

You were all hungry for lunch when you returned from your helicopter tour, and the plan was for a picnic

As soon as you arrived at the lakeside park, you and the boys quickly set up camp chairs and a table and the production crew brought out the food

Rice, ramyeon, udon, chili tuna, and kimchi were on the menu for lunch, and you eagerly began filling your bowl with noodles as soon you sat between Hoseok and Taehyung

As you all ate, you finalized your plans for the afternoon, and you expressed your anticipation to go fishing

You’d only had a few opportunities to fish before and it was something you’d been wanting to try again

Speaking more to the group than exclusively to you, Yoongi said he’d only been fishing a few times and was still a novice too

At his words, the image of him and Jin fishing over a seawall in season three of Bon Voyage popped into your head

“Let’s hope you have better luck than in Malta.” You teased, reminding Yoongi how an old fisherman took pity on them and put a fish on his hook

One corner of Yoongi’s mouth twitched into half a smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement

And you felt like you achieved a significant victory

Jin laughed appreciatively at your teasing, adding that Hoseok would probably catch a lot of fish because of beginner’s luck

Then Jungkook piped in, saying he was sure you’d all catch enough to feed the entire crew

Fishing for Dinner

After lunch, you split up for your separate activities

One of the producers drove Taehyung and Jimin to go horseback riding, and another took Namjoon back to the campsite to do some work, leaving the rest of you to make your way to the fishing lake

Wanting to avoid another uncomfortable squeeze in the back seat, you offered to drive the SUV

So Hoseok and Jungkook not-so-subtly herded Jin into the back with them, leaving the passenger’s seat for Yoongi

Soon, you and the boys were aboard a private fishing boat on beautiful Lake Taupo

The weather was perfect, clear and sunny, and the mountains provided a magnificent backdrop

As the captain drove out into the middle of the lake, Yoongi declared that you should make salmon sashimi with your catch for dinner that night

You and the others agreed, and you all put your hands in to do a cheer

Your hand ended up beneath Yoongi’s as you all shouted “Let’s get ‘em!”, and though it was probably a coincidence, you thought you felt his thumb rub softly across the back of your hand

Then the captain dropped the anchor, and everyone chose a fishing post

Again, Hoseok and Jungkook did some sly maneuvering, and you ended up with a rod between Yoongi and Jin

It was Hoseok’s first time fishing and he was a little unsure, so you offered him encouragement while you became familiar with your own rod and cast your line

Within seconds, Jin felt a tug on his line, and the captain told him to reel it in, then scooped up Jin’s catch with a net

Jin shouted triumphantly, and you all congratulated him, giving him high-fives

Only a few minutes later, Jungkook caught his first fish, and Yoongi got a bite soon after

Hoseok started feeling a little discouraged, but you continued to reassure him

Until Yoongi, Jin, and Jungkook each made another catch

You started to feel a little disappointed yourself, watching Jungkook posing for a picture while holding his fish

For some reason, you weren’t getting any tugs on your line, and you wondered if you were going to catch anything either

Then Jungkook caught another fish, and Jin put his arm around Hoseok, trying to help him and convince him not to give up

You didn’t want to give up, but the thought crossed your mind as you stared at your floating line

“You can do it.” Yoongi spoke beside you, his voice gentle and calm. “You’ll make a catch.”

You looked up at him, relieved to hear him speaking to you, but before you could respond to him, you felt your rod bend

In an excited rush, you quickly reeled in your first fish, exclaiming happily

After the captain caught it in his net, the boys surrounded you, offering you congratulatory high-fives

Even Yoongi was caught up in the celebration, high-fiving you too

When your palms met, he kept hold of your hand for a second, his fingers wrapping around yours

And as he gave you a proud smile, you were filled with the sudden hope that whatever wall he’d had up all day…

Was finally starting to come down

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blursed-ninjago-ideas · 3 years

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To the two people that care about this~

(Fate/Ninjago)

Now that everyone that doesn’t care is gone, let’s get tot rambling!

You know what? I decided the best way to do this is to just post the fic I started.

He knew something didn’t go right the moment he saw red.

Smoke cleared and instead of the legendary green ninja, Len saw a boy he didn’t recognize wielding a golden sword.

“Who has summoned me?” the boy asked.

Or maybe he should be called a man? He seemed to be on the edge between the two. Either way he was older than Len. It didn’t matter who he was, what mattered was that he wasn’t who Len was trying to summon.

“You’re not the green ninja.” Len said flatly.

He made no effort to disguise his disappointment and distaste.

The servant in red narrowed his eyes harshly. He had a light scar over his face and all the marks of a seasoned warrior. Len knew he hadn’t gotten a total dud, but still was trying to figure out where in the world he went wrong.

“Of course I’m not.” What was clearly a Saber servant scoffed, sheathing his glowing weapon on his back and crossing his arms.

“I was trying to summon the green ninja.” Len said with confrontation in his voice.

Saber looked Len up and down then snorted in something akin to disgust.

“You’re not worthy of summoning Lloyd.” He said, with a bite to his words.

“How dare you! Do you know who I am?” Len demanded.

“Do you know who I am?” Saber retorted effortlessly.

Len grunted in frustration. Just his luck he’d gotten such an indigent servant. He toyed with the idea of using a command seal right then and there.

“I am Len Garmadon, I am a descendant of the green ninja. I share his blood. I can think of nothing ‘worthier’ then that.” Len said snidely.

“You didn’t answer me.” Saber said, showing no other reaction.

Hands finding their way into his hair, Len let out another frustrated groan. He bet Haruki wasn’t having these problems.

“No. I don’t know who you are. Would you care to enlighten me?” Len tried, being as civil as he could, but still sounding condescending.

Saber gave another dismissive sound.

“So, you don’t recognize me, but you think you’re worthy of summoning Lloyd? No wonder you failed.” Saber said.

Len growled.

“I’ll be back when you call my name, until then, you’re not worth my time.” Saber said before disappearing into his noncorporeal form.

“HEY! You can’t do that! SABER!” Len yelled.

Saber didn’t respond to the name of his class, so Len assumed he was meant to call Saber’s true name. But how could he do that when Saber never told him? It was clearly a test; one Len didn’t have the patience for. At this rate Haruki was going to win the Grail while he was stuck arguing with his stupid servant!

He could use a command seal, but he only had three and he got the feeling that his servant would refuse to appear without him using them until he fulfilled the silly request. So, he had to figure out what servant he’d summoned in place of his ancestor.

Len took a calming breath and listed what identifying traits he knew in descending order of helpfulness.

1. Saber used a golden sword.

There could only be so many golden swords in history and legends. That would surely narrow it down.

2. Saber wore red.

With how much of it he wore, it was clearly a distinctive color that he may be symbolically tied to.

3. Saber had a scar on his face.

It wasn’t the most prominent of scars, but it was identifiable.

4. Saber appeared to be a male.

While it wasn’t unheard of for servants to be different genders from what their legends said, it was worth starting with male legends.

Len was ready to bang his head on the wall at the task in front of him before he remembered a very telling quirk Saber had displayed.

He called the green ninja by his first name.

Saber seemed personally offended at Len’s demand for “Lloyd”, so clearly Saber, whoever he was, must’ve been a hero that knew the green ninja personally in his life.

That was a much more specific starting place.

_____

“Kai.”

“You called?”

The spikey haired ninja appeared before the sound was even done echoing around the library.

“You’re the master of fire. The green ninja’s protector. That’s the sword of fire you’re wielding, right?” Len asked as he calmly closed his book and got up to put it away.

Kai gave him a nod. The kid was much less snotty now and Kai felt less like hanging him on a street sign. Perhaps that was just a Garmadon trait though? Being an insufferable brat and then warming up on people.

Len didn’t look unlike Lloyd. He had Lloyd’s blindingly blond hair, and that Garmadon jawline that made girls go nuts, but Len’s cheek bones weren’t as full and projecting as Lloyd’s were. His eyes were that breathtaking emerald, but not the overly round shape Lloyds had been. Lloyd’s face had always had a round and young look to it. Len’s face was longer and more angled.

The biggest difference was the smile though. Len had a bit of a proud tint to his. Lloyd’s had always had a devious edge to his. It could be uncomfortable to see on his overtly innocent face, but he’d always had a sharp smile that hinted at some underhanded cunning. It was a trait Lloyd rarely, if ever, used, but having been raised the way he was he could never shake that sardonic touch in even his most innocent smile.

“I guess we’re stuck with each other.” Len sighed, placing his book heavy back on the shelf.

It seemed more amused and resigned than his previous sighs though, so Kai let it go.

___________________________________

Jaden was bouncing on the balls of his feet gleefully holding his package. It had taken a lot of money and work to get it, but he had it now.

It was an important piece of the original Samurai X suit. With it, Jaden could summon the mysterious warrior to be his servant in the Grail War. Not to mention meet his hero.

Jaden ripped open the package and found his prize. A red gem set in some twisted gold metal. It was unrecognizable now, but Jaden was assured it had been an important piece of the first suit. Perhaps it was a decorative emblem? Or maybe it belonged on the hilt of a weapon? It could’ve belonged on the helmet. Jaden could spend all day theorizing, but he was rather eager to summon the samurai.

Jaden had no workshop, so he was preforming the ritual out in the woods behind his house. It was not the most secure location, but Jaden wasn’t too concerned. Nobody would dare start attacking before all the servants were summoned.

The red stone was placed into the circle and Jaden began the summoning ritual.

Hands shaking, breath paused, Jaden waited for the smoke to clear. He was about to come face to face with the real Samurai X. The excitement was enough to make him faint, but also enough to make him refuse to, not waiting to miss the reveal. He was about to explode when he saw a figure form in the haze.

Then it all came crashing down into confusion and disappointment.

“Who has summoned me?” came a high pitched and delicate voice.

A girl, a pretty girl, but a girl stood in front of Jaden with expectant eyes. She wore the red gem Jaden had been assured belonged to the first Samurai X mech suit around her wrist in an elaborate bracelet.

Jaden deflated. He’d been conned.

“Are you ok?” the girl asked gently.

“Yeah, I just wanted to summon someone else.” Jaden said, trying not to offend the servant he did get.

“Oh. Well I’m sorry you were unsuccessful in that, but I assure you I’m a more than capable servant. I will win the Grail for you.” She said

Jaden smiled a bit. At least he’d gotten someone nice.

“I’m Jaden, if you don’t mind me asking….?”

“OH! Nya. I’m a Rider class.”

“Well at least I got that right.” Jaden was always the type to hold on to positives.

Nya…Rider laughed lightly.

“So, what can you do?” Jaden asked.

“I’m the master of water. I was one of the legendary Ninja.” Rider said proudly.

“Oh? That’s great!” Jaden was a great deal less disappointed and worried after hearing that he’d summoned one of the ninja.

“I’m glad.” Rider said with a smile.

_____

Taylor was tired and wanted to leave. Her dad talked to Caster, making plans for the upcoming war while she sat there like a third wheel. She had to stay though, because Caster was technically her servant. Not that it really mattered, her dad called the shots, she just had the command seals.

“And the target on my back” she thought bitterly.

She was the one the other masters would be trying to kill, not him.

Still, her father always got what he wanted, and he wanted the Grail. Taylor had no choice but to do his bidding, as she always would.

She still fantasied about using her command seals to make her servant off himself and drop out of the running right there. Her dad would be so mad. He’d probably lock her in the dungeon.

Maybe it would be worth it anyways….

_____

Gerald looked at his command seals proudly. He’d managed to summon one of the most feared Assassins there was. The last of the Anacondrai, Pythor. With such a deadly servant he was sure to win the Grail.

It had been hard to do the summoning without getting caught, but the attic in Darkley’s was secluded enough during classes. The kids that skipped chose more interesting places to be, and the kids that got caught were taken back to the classrooms in the lower floors.

“HEY!”

About to call Assassin to kill whoever had snuck up on him in panic, Gerald stopped his mouth in time when he realized it was just Bradly, his dormmate.

“What do you want?” Gerald asked, adjusting his glasses to hide the tremor in his hands.

He had really thought one of the other servants was about to kill him for a second there.

“What’s up with your hand?” Bradly asked.

“None of your business” Gerald snapped.

He was going to need to find a better excuse if he wanted to keep being in the Holy Grail War a secret, but it was just Bradly for now. Gerald could just intimidate him into keeping his trap shut.

Meanwhile, in noncorporeal form, Assassin cursed his luck. He was doomed to constantly get stuck with clueless boarding school brats, wasn’t he?

__________

“I want my father back.” Zack said.

Cole was startled. For many reasons. No small amount of his unease came from Zack’s appearance. He looked too much like Zane.

Zack was less centered than the ice ninja ever was though and was tearfully declaring his wish to be bringing the dead back.

“That’s your wish?”

“It is all I desire, Lancer.”

Cole cringed again. He didn’t particularly like being a lancer. He used a scythe not a lance. But the Grail deemed it close enough and brought him back as a Lancer class to fight in the Holy Grail War.

“I’ll do my best.” Cole finally said.

He had a feeling this kid wasn’t going to get the happy ending he wanted.

____

“UP AND AT ‘EM!”

Len shot up, his blankets finding their way to the floor and his heart planning it’s escape from his chest, coming face to face with Saber’s far too gleeful face.

“What is wrong with you!?” Len yelled.

Saber just laughed lightly, putting is hands up in a pacifying motion.

“Don’t be too mad, I made you breakfast.”

“What? Why?” Len asked, running to the kitchen to see what awaited him.

Saber never did answer him. Not that Len noticed. He got to the kitchen and was now had a new question.

“Are those chocolate chip pancakes?”

“I had a feeling you had a sweet tooth.” Saber shrugged.

Len bit his lip and swallowed. Saber was right, and as much as that should’ve freaked Len out, he was too busy forcing himself not to cry.

“This isn’t worth being upset about, let alone crying. Stop it Len!”

Mentally scolding himself for a moment, Len managed to keep his tears unshed before sitting down and putting food on his plate. Honestly, he didn’t know why he nearly cried. So he hadn’t had chocolate chip pancakes since his tenth birthday, what part of that was worth crying about?

“You alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Len hoped Saber didn’t notice his emotional reaction. It wasn’t like there was a real reason for it and he definitely didn’t want to have to explain something so senseless so early in the morning.

Luckily Saber took his answer and didn’t test it. He sat down and started to load his own plate with food and eating.

Len relaxed. As rude as his wake-up had been, it was nice to have a warm breakfast for once. There were song birds outside and sunshine pouring through the window, setting a pleasant morning setting. It was the type of morning Len hadn’t had for a long time.

“Where are your parents?”

And his happy moment was gone.

“My mom works.” Len said sharply.

“Your dad?”

“Dead.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Len both stabbed and chewed his next bite of food with a more strength than needed. To make his anger about the topic known? To blow off some stress from it being brought up? Who could say?

“Do you wake up alone a lot?”

Len’s teeth ground together.

“Why are you asking so many questions?”

Saber had the decency to look away and it was quiet for a moment while the two finished eating. Len broke it and sighed after he rinsed off his plate.

“Just so you know, there’s another Master at school. We have an agreement. The Grail War stays outside the school grounds. So, don’t freak out, ok?” Len explained.

He was not looking forward to Haruki’s taunts when she found out he failed to summon the green ninja. Maybe he could play it off like he’d wanted to summon Kai? No. She’d never buy that. He was just going to have to suffer through her laughter.

“How much do they know about you?” Saber asked.

“We’ve been rivals since we were little. She comes from a different mage family and we’ve both been groomed for the Holy Grail War for as long as I can remember. We’ve been in the same class every year since we started school too, so she knows a lot.” Len listed, tying his shoes.

“She knows you’re a descendent of the green ninja?” Saber had a calculating look, looking at the wall like it had a battle plan painted on it.

“Yeah, why?”

Saber’s eyes snapped their intense focus to Len.

“Do not tell her who you’ve summoned.”

“Wasn’t planning in it. I’m never gonna hear the end of it when she finds out I failed my summoning.”

“I’m serious Len. I will stay with you in noncorporeal form, but I won’t show myself unless I absolutely have to. She’s probably going to assume you summoned Lloyd and we’re going to let her think that, alright? Her thinking she knows who your servant is, is going to be a huge advantage.”

Len blinked.

Once.

Twice.

That was smart.

Len hadn’t realized that by failing, he’d gained the element of surprise.

“Haruki’s probably been strategizing assuming I succeeded. She’s getting ready for the wrong opponent!”

“And we’re going to let her keep doing that. See if you can get her to slip up and tell you any hints about who she’s summoned, alright?”

Len nodded, wide eyed.

“And by the way,” Saber said, putting his hand on Len’s head “You didn’t fail.”

“But…. I did though.”

Saber just smiled and shook his head. He gave Len’s head an affectionate rubbing then disappeared.

Len Stood there for a few seconds trying to figure out how the heck Saber thought that before realizing he needed to get heading to school.

By the time he slid into his assigned seat though, he settled on Saber just being an ego maniac.

So that introduces the set up pretty well.

Archer is getting killed by Pythor before much happens. Not important. Caster is Clouse.

At some point Not-Gene, or Gerald is going to get his command seals and servant stolen by Not-Chen, or Taylor’s father.

Not-Jay, or Jaden figures out that he did summon Samurai X when Nya uses her Nobel Phantasm.

Len will have to use a command seal to get Kai to attack her.

Not-Harumi, or Haruki summoned Morro as a Berserker.

Not-Lloyd, or Len didn’t fail his summoning. Lloyd himself made the decision to send Kai in his place, Kai figured out why he was there when he got a read on Len’s issues. Hence him taking on a care giving role.

That’s about all I have planned/figured out

-Ivy

#Mod Ivy #ninjago #lego ninjago #blursed ninjago ideas #blursed ninjago aus #fate/ninjago

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Part One: The Witch

There were plenty of birds on Neverland, but only four native breeds. There was the Talvey bird, named by a narcissist from Liverpool that had come and died on the island long ago; the Dung bird who gladly cleaned up foul droppings; the Duster birds found in the cacti in the scorching Neverland desert lands; and finally the rare Neverbird, whose bright plumage was as unmistakable as it was uncommon. Easy to spot, but devilishly hard to find these days.

As James ran the dull side of his hook along the ornate, gold cage, the Neverbird trembled. It was, in fact, a very young Neverbird. The fully grown fowl were a massive and mightier prey, building nests as wide as a room. Aside from the sorely needed bath in Tulip’s Bathhouse, this was what Hook had come to pick up from the port. Jukes had always been a collector of rare objects, and his plunder had grown tenfold with his brood of adopted brats. They found all sorts, and while most of their findings weren’t worth spit, they sometimes pulled treasures from the island.

Hook had heard tell that the children had discovered an abandoned Neverbird nest and had brought the baby bird home with them. Neverbirds only laid one egg every five years, and so it was a rare occurrence indeed. It was the type of find, Hook hoped, would buy him a cure, or at least an answer to the gory visions he’d been suffering.

His cabin had been scrubbed clean since his last visit to the shore, and incense had been buillowing fragrant smoke about the room all afternoon. James had taken supper in his room, appetite back with a vengeance. Cookson had prepared him a whole roasted hen, cooked apples, seeded bread and butter, rosemary carrots, and a hot johnny cake.

After consuming nearly half of everything, Hook washed his face and abled, comfortably full, to his bedchamber. He lit a lamp and moved forward into the dark, before a voice called out.

“That was quite an exuberant show,” a sickly-sweet voice crooned from his bed. Before Hook could take a defensive stance, a cool snap of the fingers caused all of the candles in the chamber to light.

Helena lay on Hook’s red duvet.

She wore a tattered black lace dress, long necklaces cascading down her breast, and her dozen bangles clacked as she raised her arm in greeting. Her blackened fingers seemed to extend into points, but this was only her black painted nails, and they wriggled like beetles when she waved.

“Hello, Hooky,” she murmured, a wicked smile playing about her lips. “Heard you were looking for me,” she told him, and spread her arms out. “Well, here I am.”

“Yes, I have been.”

“Tsk, liar. You’ve been nowhere near my woods. Afraid of the big, bad wolf, are we? Sending your men out for you?” Shame,” she sighed, leaning back into the down pillows. “I once thought you brave.”

James clenched his jaw together painfully, not wanting to say anything to anger this unpredictable force of a woman.

“Oh dear, I seem to have a struck a tender chord. Well, time is money, as they say. What do you want from me?” There was a look in her eye that hinted that she already knew.

“I believe you might be able to help me. I have been having visions.” James figured to get right to the point.

“What sort of visions?” Helena feigned interest, a cruel lilt in her voice.

It was in this moment that he realized that she, like Queenie appeared spotless. After a moment, a sharp laugh broke through her lips.

“Are they happy visions? Glimpses into the future perhaps?” She asked, a trickle of dark red blood dripping down her nose. “Or tales of the past?” A spider web crack of blue veins spread up her neck, and black liquid pooled around her lips. “Come on Jamie, spit it out!” She cried, almost gleefully. James looked away, repulsed.

“I don’t understand.”

“Don’t you though?”

Hook chanced a look to her, and started slightly as she was right in front of him now.

“Do you have these visions of everyone?” She asked, although like all of her questions, she seemed to know the answer.

Helena lifted his hook up, fondling it with care, and brought it to her cheek. Her other hand reached up his chest, running her fingers along the patterned vest.

James swallowed, looking away again.

“You do know. And you know how to get rid of them. Say it. Say the question you’ve been dying to ask.” She grinned, fingers tracing down the buttons of his vest to the top of his trousers. Here he grabbed her wrist to stop her from going any further.

“How many? How many do I have to kill to make them go away?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Oooh!” Helena wrenched her arm away and clapped wildly. “So, you are clever! I had hoped you would work that out.” She grinned again; her face spotless once more.

The wild-haired witch stepped away, running her hands along the bureau, fingers dipping in and out of the lamps dancing flames.

“Only one,” she told him, face flickering with shadows in the candlelight.

James frowned; hadn’t he killed already. Noting the confusion on his face, Helena smirked.

“Oh, not just any one. Someone dear-to-you,” she singsonged the last three words.

Hook’s heart sank.

Queenie.

“Who?” he feigned ignorance, which drew another cold, sharp laugh from the woman.

“Oh, you sly man. You want to play games with Helena. That’s alright.” She hummed, watching him like a cat stalking a mouse. “Tresses of gold and eyes of blue before unseen; face so noble and regal she could be a... Queen?”

“No.” James said sharply, and shook himself. “She is not dear to me.”

“You can lie to all but me, for I know who lies in your heart and her name is Queenie.” Helena cackled her cruel poems, flopping back onto the bed. “I see all. All that was. All to come. I know what you will do.”

“I will not kill an innocent.”

“When has that ever stopped you from getting what you want, James Hook?” Helena snapped coldly. “Shall I list them for you? Odette Phillips, skipping down bonny old London Town; Adriana Stone, the bird you sent to heaven; Rufio the--”

“Stop. I know.”

“William Potter, Callum O’Brady, Therese Clare, Puddles and Mudsy, Skylights--”

“Please, stop.” His voice cracked at the names of the long dead and desperately forgotten.

“All innocent. All dead after meeting you. Oh, admit it. Admit what you are. Only a creature like you could kill as you have. What are you, Hook? What are you?”

“I’m a monster, okay? I know that! I know I’ll be damned to the deepest circle of hell when I take my last breath. I know that no savior would atone for my sins.” James was shaking now, unable to meet her golden eyes.

“So why not take one more life? To save your mind for however long you have left on this earth?”

“I won’t.”

“Perhaps you know what I already know,” she beamed, kicking her feet up. “That there is a hope starting in that shriveled, black, little heart of yours.”

“What else can stop them?” He spoke as one condemned, voice hoarse. If that was the only way out of these hellish visions, he’d just as soon take a pistol to his own head. If that was the only way, this whole meeting was pointless.

“Well, I could lift them, of course.” Helena stated casually, sitting at the end of the bed now.

James turned slowly to look at her, an anger bubbling up inside of him that he had not felt in some time. Here she was tearing him down, kicking any hopes at sanity away, only to say she’d been able to fix it all this time. He swallowed the rage and walked to her, bending down on one knee, humbling himself before her.

“What’s your price?” There’s always a price.

The witch grinned.

“What do you have for me?”

James sighed out in relief and stood, stepping into his study to retrieve the Neverbird. He took the cage off of its stand and turned, only to have Helena standing before him again. The start she caused him made the cage shake slightly, and the somber bird cooed in fright.

“The rare Neverbird. I can offer you this.”

Helena reached up and touched the soft feathers through the bars. Her approving smile gave James hope, but then she looked at him in amusement.

“This will pay for my visit,” she told him, reaching up to take the cage from his hook. “And if this is all you have to offer--”

“Anything. I’ll give you anything.”

Helena jumped up and down on the balls of her bare feet.

“Oh, I do love it when they say that,” she said in a giddy voice. “Okay, let’s see,” Helena mused, setting the bird down and began looking around the room. She was toying with him now, deliberating on different items, holding up books to smell, running her fingers across his desk chair. “Oh, I know,” she said suddenly, a glint in her eye.

“Name it.”

Helena’s eyes dragged down Hook’s cadaverous figure slowly, tongue pressed against her teeth.

“I want your baby.”

To be continued...

#okay hi #y'all ready?#closed #part one: the witch

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tomahawk-swing · 3 years

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🤗 for whichever one of them you'd like... or both

The Angst Meme

🤗: Could you give us an angsty excerpt about your muse?

Dingo couldn’t breathe. His hands tried to pry the Darkloid’s fingers away from his throat, nails digging into materialized data, to no avail. Burnerman’s grip was strong as a vice.

Let me go. Let me go !!! Dingo wanted to scream, but no air could make it through his throat - let alone a noise. He looked in Sam’s direction, but he couldn’t find her. His vision was a blur, tears stinging at his eyes from the smoke that rose all around them. Let me g-

His wish was granted, though not in the way he hoped. The world turned black for a second, as Dingo was hurled into the distance, his flight abruptly stopping against a tree.

What air remained inside his lungs was knocked out at once. Dingo coughed and choked, while he forced his eyes to open. By the time his eyelids responded, a dark silhouette was already looming over him.

“It’s game over for you, you shitty brat.” Burnerman pointed his cannon at Dingo’s face. A faint blue glow lit up inside the barrel. “Got some last words ?"

Dingo couldn’t take his eyes off of the flamethrower. Off of his imminent, gruesome death.

“How ... how did you find me here ...?” He wheezed. Dingo didn’t care if he died. What truly made his heart ache, was knowing that he was only the first name on the Darkloid’s list.

Next would be Sam, defenseless, human Sam, up against a bloodthirsty monster. Tomahawkman would get a few more moments to see the forest burn, before his PET was engulfed in the flames as well. If the entire space inside the dome went up in flames, there would be no stopping the flames from spreading to the village.

Dingo’s wasn’t just losing this battle. He was failing to protect what mattered the most to him.

Again.

“You’d really like to know, wouldn’t you ?” Burnerman laughed. “Let’s say I have a pretty knowledgeable benefactor. Someone who’d very much like to break your neck with their own hands, but let’s say they’ve got better things to do. Like, I dunno, gather an army, and start an uprising. Does that ring a bell ?”

Dingo’s heart skipped a beat. How could he forget the last time he’d heard this kind of delusional speech ? How many months, how many years had it been ?

He had grown complacent. Worst, he had left a job unfinished. Yes, he had saved his friend from the enemy’s clutches. He had recovered, his wounds had healed. he had put the horror behind him. yet he’d left out the most important part.

He hadn’t caught the bad guy.

“Andou ...!” Dingo had no time to ponder on his realisation. A bright light burst from Burnerman’s cannon, and Dingo only had time to throw himself to the side, so his head wouldn’t be blasted right off his shoulders.

Run ! Run !!! Dingo wanted to yell, but all his energy went into his legs. The air scraped at the raw skin on the back of his hands. Every step sent a thousand needles of pain coursing through his back, a hundred hammers pounding at his skull, but what other choice did he have ?

Maybe he could run and run, until Burnerman ran out of energy. Surely, he would find some brilliant idea, anything, a way to beat that enemy. He had to find a way.

A wall of flames rose to his right, and Dingo leapt to the side. He knew this forest by heart. Every tree, every protruding root, every rock. This was his field. His home. He couldn’t lose here !

The wind suddely picked up, and Dingo cast a glance above his shoulder. Burnerman wasn’t chasing him.

He was right above his head.

Dingo skidded to a stop, and flung himself backwards. A stream of blue flames came rushing from the skies, with such blunt force that it dug a hole into the ground. The impact sent a shockwave around, followed by a wave of blue fire.

Dingo was thrown off his balance. His body rolled a few times, before it finally came to a full stop. The grass was warm, in an oddly comforting way. Maybe, if he just closed his eyes for a second, he would wake up in his bed, cuddled in a warm blanket. Sam would be here, stroking his hair. Healthy. Alive.

The acrid smell of smoke filled his nostrils again. The sound of loud steps reached his ears, covering the low crackle of burning wood. The smell of smoke, that he so despised, was keeping him alive.

In a desperate attempt, Dingo reached for his tomahawk. His hand closed around the handle, he brought the weapon by his side. Still lying on the ground, his eyes hardly open, he raised his arm, blade turned towards the enemy.

Burnerman stared down at Dingo for a second, before he burst out laughing.

“Really ? That’s your big plan ? It’s so pathetic, I’m almost tempted to see where you’re going with it !” The Darkloid cackled. “You know what ? I got my orders, but it doesn’t mean I can’t have a little bit of fun. Imma toy with you some more ! Maybe let your useless Navi see the moment you kick the bucket, or something ! Yeah, let’s do that !”

Burnerman sent a strong kick at Dingo’s ribs, forcing the boy to drop his weapon. He grabbed Dingo by the hood, and gave his catch a dubious look. “Don’t go dying before I say you can, you little rat ! I wanna see the look on your Navi’s face while I finish roasting you up !”

Dingo couldn’t even struggle against Burnerman’s grip. He was in too much pain. His consciousness was already fading away, his senses growing dull. He had one last glance for his tomahawk, its blade glinting amongst the flames. A last beacon of hope, soon engulfed into the blaze, while his enemy sung gleefully.

“Delivery, coming through !”

#[[it's connected to the thread with @iiguess !! dingo's side of things :3]]#Anonymous #[[had to rewrite this entirely because my browers crashed orz the second version isn't as good ughhhhh #but i was going to write this either way so it's a perfect prompt ;w; sorry you got only one boy though ^^]]

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SUMMERY - Missing home as they pass a village, Kya begins to sing songs from her playlist. Helena naturally is confused. This leads to Kya attempting to teach Helena how to dance to popular hits. Its a good thing she took Spanish instead of French. ******* The soft sound of lutes and drums echoed into the forest, thumping out an almost familiar beat. The patter of soft raindrops only echoed into the longing Kya felt. For a few brief moments she desperately missed her world. The beautiful smell of the woods, ozone in the air and the musk of fresh flowers was a distraction, surrounding Kya’s senses as she skipped down the path. She couldn’t help but let her bag fall from her shoulders, ignoring the thud as she began to laugh. Her heart beat danced, setting another layer to the pulses as she began to sing.

“I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick” the old song continued to pour from her lips, bubbling delightfully in Kya’s veins as she bounced on her feet, meanwhile swaying her shoulders and bobbing her head. Her hair cascaded down her back, hanging like vines. A few erratic locks fell from behind her ear to tickle her face, dancing on her breath as she puffed at them. She swung her head harder, disrupting any sense of order as she continued to belt out the lyrics gleefully. “What are you doing, my love?” Helena’s cautious voice should have been the end of Kya’s singing. It should have brought her back to the present. Of course, Helena couldn’t understand the spasms her love was experiencing, nor why she would sing about a boyfriend. She did not like that idea one bit, even if she had succeeded in stealing the girl away. Kya was overwhelmed by the pressure in her chest. Her heart ached for people who knew her songs. For Sophie. For her phone and youtube, a way she could share everything with Helena. A way to make the Sorceress feel included. Gods, all she wanted was for Helena to share in her happiness. She turned around, only to let out a loud bark of laughter at the sight welcoming her. Helena looked utterly miserable, with her dripping blonde locks clinging to her furrowed forehead. She appeared completely bemused, watching Kya with such concern it melted Kya’s heart... almost. “-She never soaked her feet in the river, it makes sense she hasn’t ever danced-“

“Oh, Helena, I’m just,” Kya didn’t have time for shame as she burst into song, bellowing out the lyrics with her biggest voice.

“SINGING IN THE RAIN!”

Kya watched Helena’s brows furrow further, as if she was attempting to put pieces of a complex puzzle in place. Helena often satisfied herself with half explanations, never pushing for details despite the fascination that burned in her sapphire eyes. This time, Kya quickly decided, she’d try to share more about the home she had unwillingly left behind. “Just trust me, babe. In my world, friends sing and dance for fun. Mostly at parties, or in nightclubs. But we do it at home with our friends too. We sing into our hairbrushes, and other long, thin objects and jump on beds or furniture.”

“Your world must be hard of hearing” Helena responded in a level voice. Her expression remained doubtful as she watched the smaller woman. She could see the quiver in Kya’s muscles, the eagerness that rolled off her in waves as she stared at Helena. That was enough to soften the Sorceress’ concern. Atleast this wasn’t some magically caused snap of her lover’s beautiful mind. It was just peculiar. Kya instantly latched onto the slight curl at the corners of the older woman’s lips. It was universally unfair how attractive that smirk was, small and subtle yet filled with a dark satisfaction. An alluring promise for those brave enough to chase it. It did not help that Helena’s beautiful blue eyes were twinkling with fond amusement.

“Oh! I know. Ok, so lift your hand up, then twist it like this, then like this. As you do that, just bump your hip out and kind of...” Kya fell into an explanation, lifting her hand to show her naked ring finger. She twisted the hand, meanwhile rocking her hips to one side then the other. Her spare hand came to her hip in a way she hoped channeled all her inner sass as she sang.

“'Cause if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it. If you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it. Don't be mad once you see that he want it .If you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it,” As Kya sang, Helena lifted her hand, moving it in such a stiff manner that it reminded Kya more of some English woman giving a pompous, posh wave. It almost broke Kya, filling her with the urge to laugh as warmth dripped into her stomach. Light. Giving her the sense she could fly. Helena could give her wings.

“Oh, oh, Oh!” She continued, running her own hands sensually up over her own breasts into her hair. She rolled her hips, showing off her booty with each each flex of her thigh before dropping into a crouch. Kya laughed as she threw her head back, allowing her hair to tangle chaotically around her fingers as she arched her breasts out. The dance wasn’t perfect, but it was easy to lose herself in the memories of watching the popular videos. It was nice to simply feel the flex and relax of her belly, controlling each wave of her body. The ebb and flow was almost like waves, one body part into the next harmoniously.

Poor Helena. Poor dedicated Helena. She tried her very best, dutifully mimicking the movements. Her expression became even more confused, brow furrowing in concentration as she attempted the foolish movements. She was so stiff, moving as if there were bugs in her underwear, nipping at places no insect had any business being. The Sorceress’s motions were jagged, slowed by doubt. Her circles were more square shaped. Her hands rushed, unwilling to linger near her breasts. The discomfort made Helena appear more akin to a criminal being tasered than an elegant dancer. Helena’s lips curled as if she were in agony, taking every motion so seriously that Kya worried she wouldn’t find any enjoyment. When Helena tipped forwards, White gold locks fell across her face, shielding her flaming cheeks. Gallantly she continued to attempt to sway her hips, strut on the spot and wave. Hair and cloak bounced around, leaving the Mage staggering over her feet. Each movement rushed, as if she were being pushed and pulled on strings. No limb coordinated. At some point, her fist caught behind her knee somehow as she tried to dance a little faster. That was enough to break Kya down.

“Oh, oh, oh my, Helena!” The Chicago born girl burst into hysterics, falling into the soft grass beneath their feet as she clutched her belly. An uncomfortable ache welled up her sides, even as the world became blurred through her tears of utter joy. She couldn’t breathe!

“You tease me, suggesting such movements.” Helena accused, straightening instantly. Blonde hair clung to her flushed forehead, with wayward strands highlighting the unamused furrow in her brows. At this, Kya swallowed, lifting her hands to placate the Sorceress.

“No, Helena. Babe I’m not laughing at you like that. Its just...” How could she gently explain that Helena had looked ready to keel over? With her luscious cloak falling to one side, emphasizing the awkward jog of her hips as swords bounced. How the tunic had gleamed like the scales of a tormented serpent as she shuffled her feet more like a dying donkey than a dancer. Helena, who was effortlessly graceful, apparently had more left feet than centipede at a shoe sale.

“Ok try this, so its called the shimmy” Kya began, extending her arms a little. She promptly began to shake her shoulders, swishing the left one forwards the right as she tilted forwards and backwards. After a few moments to let Helena watch, Kya sang once more.

“I'll never miss a beat, I'm lightning on my feet. And that's what they don't see mmm mmm, that's what they don't see mmm mmm. I'm dancing on my own, I’ll the moves up as I go. And that's what they don't know mmm mmm, that's what they don't know mmm mmm” Kya enthusiastically sang, putting all her energy into it. A look towards Helena showed that the Sorceress had atleast grasped the concept of the dance, even if she appeared incredibly uncomfortable and confused. The sight made Kya’s smile grow as she bounded closer, shaking her backside and bouncing on her feet as her hand came up to replicate holding a microphone. With the other, she pointed to the world around her, beckoned Helena, threw her hand up in the air. Her hand wouldn’t be still, emphasizing everything in such a way as to befuddle the poor blonde watching.

“But I keep cruising, can't stop, won't stop grooving. It's like I got this music in my mind saying it's gonna be alright. ‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play. And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake. I shake it off, I shake it off.” Kya changed her dance, stepping to to the left as she allowed her arms to rotate from the elbows. She repeated the circles a few times before moving the other way with a snap of her fingers.

As Kya continued to sing, bouncing and jiving, she noticed that Helena’s expression softened. The Mage stopped moving, instead she simply stared. Her brows no longer creased, in fact they appeared completely relaxed. Dark lips had curled into the softest trace of a smile, matching the intensity of admiration in Helena’s eyes. The tenderness there added to the flood of happiness Kya felt, even as she reached out and gently grasped Helena’s wrists. The Mage’s flesh was warm, pulse hammering away beneath Kya’s thumbs. It was a reminder of all they had survived together. Of stolen moments in a pristine castle, and of declarations of love. The Chicago girl gently pulled one arm, then the other, guiding Helena into a rather simple dance. This time, Helena appeared to surrender, flowing with Kya’s motions effortlessly. Whilst she was not as enthusiastic, she kept pace with Kya, leaving the girl repeating the verse over and over again as she laughed and gyrated. It was easy to forget the dangers of the world, easy to fall into loving smiles and twinkling eyes.

“Go Helena!“ Kya cheered. Helena’s smile grew, casting her in a new light as she continued. The praise made her blossom, bloom from the weapon of destruction the Queen crafted into the breathtaking beauty only Kya got to see. The stunning woman Kya just wanted to share with the world. As cheesy as it was, if Kya could find the tallest mountain and scale it, the words to escape her lips would be Helena’s name.

“-I can’t believe she’s mine. I love it when she just lets go.-“ Kya thought before she changed her pace. She released Helena’s hands, which had come to rest in hers during their dance, lifting them to the clasp of her cloak.

“I’m bringing sexy back! Those motherfuckers don’t know how to act, yeah!” She attempted to lower her voice, to produce sensual tones as she unclasped her cloak on the first line, pausing for dramatic effect before tossing it aside. The cloth fluttered on the cooling air, falling dutifully down over Kya’s pack. Kya continued, shifting closer and closer to Helena. She stalked, keeping her own eyes on Helena’s in a way she hoped was seductive, hoped was sexy. Kya had dated before, she’d even slept with people, but never had she truly cared if they found her sexy. With Helena, she wanted that. Badly. She wanted the Sorceress to look at her with the same hunger she felt. Wanted to feel the heat burn inside her at merely a glance. Instead, Helena appeared troubled, even wincing at the verses that followed. Kya’s voice faded away, noting the thoughtful crease in Helena’s brows.

“-Ok. Way too much, girl! Back it up! Of course she doesn’t want to hear about shackals and slavery, we’re running away from that literally!- " Kya chastised herself, reaching up for Helena’s face. The Mage sighed softly, nuzzling into Kya’s palm affectionately. For a few moments, she simply basked in the contact. Before either could help themselves, their lips met in a gentle kiss. A small peck, yet enough to flood Helena’s senses once again. She felt content, watching Kya enjoy herself. This strange, radiant girl had just given Helena another look into another existence. A piece of herself that nobody in this world could ever have. The purity of the moment was enough to overrule how foolish the gestures had been, how uncomfortable the choice of words could be.

“This is called the whip! Its really easy” Kya cut in, her stoney eyes gleaming in the afternoon light as she jumped back from Helena. She fixed the Sorceress with her most serious expression, waiting for a few seconds before thrusting her fist out. She stepped into her stance, alternating feet to match the extended fist. Helena sighed softly, amusement and affection swelling in her chest. These convulsions were outlandish, spasmodic, something from a depraved madman’s fantasies, yet they brought Kya so much joy. The dark haired woman threw her body and soul into these so called dances, allowing Helena into her world even further. Of course, the Mage couldn’t contain her snicker when Kya backed up, both hands held up in surrender. She sashayed backwards, wiggling her hips and hands in a ludicrous manner that almost reminded Helena of being mounted on a horse and panicking the moment before one tumbled off the back.

“And the disco!” Kya cheered, suddenly pointing towards the sky. The girl looked mockingly serious as she brought the hand downwards, crossing her body to point at the ground before lifting her hand up. She repeated this a few times before bringing her forearms in front of her. One arm rolled over the other, spinning as if attempting to wind a ball of yarn. All too quickly, she snapped back into that foolish pointing. Her hips rolled with the shifting of her hand, drawing Helena’s eye to the movement. The Sorceress was enthralled by the grace her lover showed, by the somewhat sensual nature of some of the movements through every dance. Fast, high energy, yet Helena could picture them slowed. She could imagine those rolling hips in the shadows, or those dextrous fingers slowly unlacing of a tunic. Those arms rolling to gather armfuls of robes and cloak that had been discarded. Something forbidden in the dark nooks of the Castle. Suddenly, the dances seemed a little less foolish, if only slightly.

“WHOOO!” Kya cheered, drawing Helena from her daydreams. The shorter girl’s hand promptly came down to grab viciously between her legs. Her hips enthusiastically thrust forwards, remaining cocked in an almost obscene gesture, if not for the girl’s subtle timidness. Meanwhile, her offending hand jumped forwards as her crotch was on fire. Helena couldn’t prevent the amused snort from escaping. She’d seen men grab and tug at their codpieces before under some conceited notion they could convince a woman that they had the perfect sword for any sheath. Or when they were pained in the sensitive location. Of all the variations of crotch grabbing performances Helena had seen, this was the most festive and enthusiastic, though she was downright positive that Kya did not have a fleshy sword to boast about from previous investigations. Thorough, wonderful investigations.

“These... dances, they do not appear to require a partner” Helena noted, reaching out to grasp Kya’s hands before they could cause any more trouble. The smaller woman beamed, her cheeks flushed as she stepped into Helena’s space again. She didn’t justify Helena’s observations with words. Instead, a gentle squeeze, followed by the lightest pull lured her closer. They may not have been a song she could ever sing, but Kya chased the sirens call of Helena’s lips, pressing her own to them. Instantly, a soft hum escaped the Sorceress. She was satisfied. Safe. It was enough for Kya to feel that gentle caress, along with the puffs of breath from Helena’s nose.

“Err, keep your hand up.” Kya requested a little breathlessly as the kiss broke, smiling in a way she hoped was reassuring. She lifted her own hand, waiting a brief moment before she ducked underneath Helena’s arm. At this, the older woman chuckled, helping Kya spin again and again. This was familiar enough, several cultures had wedding dances that involved such a gesture. Foolishly, she and Kya spun beneath each other’s arms, albeit more tricky for the much taller Mage. The lightest touches of hair, the breeze of flesh against flesh. Laughter bubbling in their chests, the moment was everything Kya imagined as magical in her world. Although after the third time Helena’s head ended up in the crook of Kya’s arm instead of under they silently agreed to let Kya do the spinning. Both women relaxed, chuckles and outright delighted giggling echoing in the forest to rival the singing of birds. Bravely, Helena reached out, gently cupping Kya’s hip before pushing her into another spin. She ignored the flush of heat down the back of her neck as Kya leaned backwards. Instinct took over, leading the older woman to lunge forwards to catch the raven haired enigma. She miscalculated. Helena’s hand landed low, gathering a firm handful of Kya’s enticing rump instead of her hip, with her forearm braced across the other cheek and holding Kya’s weight. The pressure left very little to imagination.

“I apologize, I-“ Helena stuttered, even as Kya spoke at the same time.

“Look at you, getting handsy. Planning to seduce me on the lonely road, madame Klein?”

“Alas, my wicked plot is thwarted” the Sorceress chuckled, although the flush on her cheeks counteracted the husky tone of her voice. It was just too cute for Kya, who laughed gleefully. Helena’s hand left her rear swiftly, finding a more appropriate place on her waist, much to Kya’s dismay.

Dismay did not last long before Helena began to sway, softly, like grass in the spring breeze. Her body eased, relaxing as she took control. Confidence seemed to surge in the blonde as she pulled Kya closer, pressing their bodies together. Kya swallowed, feeling her heart skip several beats in its haste. Warmth increased tenfold everywhere she and Helena touched, lulling her into the intimate dance. The gentle breeze and swaying leaves above them were sublime, shelter from the sof rain. Nature’s music was far more tender, more romantic than any words that could escape Kya’s lips, but her voice would not be silenced for long.

”Deja que te diga cosas al oído. Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo. Despacito. Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito, Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto. Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito.” Kya started singing the song as it should have been, upbeat and lively, yet the words quickly became slower. Softer. The familiar language rolled off her tongue. Kya could remember the gentle guitar work, lively and sweet like the lutes echoing in the distance. The warmth of Helena’s damp tunic sent shivers down Kya’s spine, made her body tingle with anticipation as she laid her cheek over Helena’s heart. She could feel it pounding through the layers of fabric, a drum that guided her soft cooing words in the language of love.

“Quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe. Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje. Empecemos lento, después salvaje. Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito.”

“What language is this?” Helena questioned, breaking Kya’s trance. The American looked up, smiling warmly as she studied the face above hers. Helena’s cheeks held a subtle shade of pink, the prettiest beginnings of a blush. The natural white of her teeth showed over her lower lip, which she rested them against. Magical blue eyes were wide, with her pupils dilated to consume the iris. Kya felt the gentle tendrils of magic more than she saw them. Little flickers against her body that drew the air from her lungs.

“-Is she..? Did she just lose control of her magic..? 20 points for taking Spanish instead of French. Eat it elitist rich schools! I am too gay for this woman!-“

“I studied Spanish in school. This song is one of the first Spanish songs to get big in America, thats my country. We have lots of countries and languages. Spanish is one of the most passionate.” Kya explained carefully, watching Helena’s eyes slowly return to blue. The Mage’s chest heaved with silent breaths, heart pounding as she swallowed.

“What does it mean?”

“-Oh boy... abort! Damage control! Can I lie? No, I wouldn’t remember what I said in five minutes... What if she thinks I’m creepy? After the Queen, the last thing she needs is a creep! Swipe left on creep, swipe left on villainous liege. I’ve got to focus. Woman up! She loves me.-“ the American swallowed, looking directly into the Mage’s eyes as she spoke.

“Let me whisper in your ear, so you’ll remember when I’m not here. Slowly.” Kya began, her voice foreign in her own ears. She had meant to lighten things up, to allow Helena a moment away from the harshness of the world. But of course, she’d had to pick the ONE song that everybody loved until they knew what it meant. She’d had to pick THAT song. Then again, it wasn’t that unusual to sing exotic erotica songs to your loved one... right?

“I want to undress you with kisses, slowly. Sign the walls of your labyrinth, make a manuscript of your body.” Kya internally waited for the wince, waited for Helena to recoil from the words. Instead, the soft gasp that escaped above her was far from disgusted. The Sorceress’ face was aflame, crimson dancing across her pale cheeks like blood against the snow. Droplets of wine in milk. Her eyes once more had darkened, claimed by desire. Kya felt several tugs within her chest, almost as if her heart was leaping towards the subtle wisps of blue and black dancing over Helena’s body. The magic crackled against Kya’s skin, sharp little pinpricks that somehow never quite hurt. Each prick was a dose of adrenaline, knowledge of just how much Helena was holding back as she gulped. The Mage’s lips remained parted, taking in gulps of air as she waited with bated breath.

“I want to see how much love you have. I’m not in a hurry, I want to take this trip. Lets start slowly, then become wild.” Kya concluded, her own breath growing short. It was her own fault that her cheeks were on fire. Her own fault she could feel the blood pounding in her tingling ears and her tongue growing thick. She had been foolish enough to sing an erotic song, to believe that Helena wouldn’t inquire about their meaning. She had been the one to do this. Now, she was ready to combust as she averted her eyes. Shame was thick, heavy in her chest until butterflies kissed her jaw. Helena gently tipped Kya’s chin up, locking their gazes once more. Helena’s gentle hand on Kya cheek was a cool contrast, despite how hot the Sorceress usually ran.

“I...” Helena began, breathing deeply. Her lips parted several times, attempting to form words as she inspected Kya’s face with such intensity that it shook the American to her core. Helena’s thumb traced Kya’s face as gently as a paintbrush across canvas, dancing around the hills of her cheeks before drifting to her lower lip. The Mage’s finger lightly pulled the lip down, exposing Kya’s teeth to the chilly air before Helena’s thumb lifted. Kya instinctively chased it, pressing a tender kiss to the digit as Helena spoke.

“Despacito.”

“-Fuck. I’ve died and gone to heaven-“ Kya’s thoughts raced, even as a soft whimper escaped her.

“So long as you don’t speak any more Spanish. I am so into you speaking other languages.” She couldn’t help but quiver in Helena’s embrace, processing the bolt of raw desire at the sexiest attempt at a Spanish accent she had ever heard. Correctness be damned. Her girlfriend had just spoken Spanish to her. Why hadn’t her panties gone flying?

“I love you.” Helena purred again, leaning down into Kya’s space. The kiss was remarkably gentle, despite the flaming desire that was humming in Kya’s veins. She could barely stand, given how badly her knees were trembling. This had taken such a different turn than she had expected. It brought all the memories of Helena’s exploring hands to the surface. That earned another whimper, even as Helena’s teeth found her lip. The nip was gentle, a dash of pressure before pleasure flooded her senses. Cool tingled against Kya’s lips as she pulled away, catching a flicker of blue across Helena’s lip before the tip of her tongue followed.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Helena Klein.” Kya panted, losing the edge to her own accusation along with her breath. Helena looked so... open. The careful, guarded look that was always about the Sorceress had vanished. The beautiful blonde was just as lost as Kya, just as hopelessly gone.

“It would give me great pleasure to find out, my sweet bard.” Helena’s voice was gentle, lowered to respect the sparks in the air. The tension threatened to bubble over, to light each droplet of rain on fire to match how hot Kya’s blood was burning. It would be effortless. A small surrender and Helena’s hands would chase down every wisp of pleasure in her body. The Mage’s touch could turn pleasure into bliss without even trying. Yet, Kya knew that Helena wasn’t ready to allow touches in return. The Sorceress couldn’t surrender her own control to that moment, couldn’t let herself find that edge. Not yet. Kya wasn’t a fool, she saw the effects she had on Helena. She could notice the hammering pulse, or the way her knees pressed together. The shiver when Kya wasn’t looking. How could she make that worse for Helena by allowing the Mage to offer relief. Calmly, Kya shook her head, offering a gentle smile as she spoke.

“We will. Slowly.”

#Voltage Lovestruck #lovestruck #lovestruck helena #Love&Legends #Music #Helena deserves some love #Helena x MC #Spanish over french #fluff #Lesbian fluff #MC is too gay

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ladylynse · 5 years

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Happy birthday, @sapphireswimming! I wrote you a superphantom fic. Also...this got away on me. A lot. It was supposed to be short and--well, not sweet, more angsty, but still. Now it’s just shy of 6 K.

Note: More swearing and threats than actual violence.

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Bewitched: [FF | AO3] Sam and Dean thought they were dealing with some centuries-old he-witch. That isn’t quite the case.

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The signs had been more along the lines of impossible robberies than bloody murders, but Sam and Dean had been fairly sure they were on the trail of some centuries-old he-witch.

The creep changed his name in every town, though he was still recognizable by his out-of-place clothes and snake oil schemes. He was able to get into places that were locked up without leaving a trace, grab whatever he wanted, and disappear. Between appearances, he dropped off the grid. He seemed a little too good at that to be human, or at least an ordinary human, so when Sam saw that newspaper article and put two and two together, they’d decided to take a road trip to Michigan and check him out before he skipped town. Just to be safe.

Now?

Dean wasn’t so sure about any of that now.

If the guy was a witch, he sure as hell wasn’t using any magic to save his ass. He wasn’t even trying to fight them. He was cowering in a corner, trying to hide from their guns behind a wooden table. Dean and Sam both had different weaponry and ammunition on them—silver and iron bullets and even slugs packed with rock salt, though only Dean had a sawed-off shotgun with him, strapped to his back—in case they were wrong about what kind of monster this guy was, but….

Dean met Sam’s eyes, and Sam nodded and pulled out a flask of holy water. Probably not a demon—even with their reputation, most demons seemed to think they could take them and those that didn’t would’ve smoked out by now—but better to be safe than sorry.

Dean kept his pistol steady as Sam approached just near enough to toss the water onto their target. No burning. No smoking.

Crap. Maybe he was just a human monster after all. They hadn’t tried him with silver yet, but—

The door opened behind them. Dean spun around while Sam kept an eye on their target and found himself facing down a young girl, who promptly opened her mouth and screamed. Shit. While this cabin they’d tracked their target to was far enough away not to worry about more unexpected company, nothing in their intel had indicated that the guy had a kid. He couldn’t even remember someone matching her description being seen with him.

She wasn’t terribly old; thirteen, maybe, or fourteen or somewhere older than ten and younger than sixteen. He’d worry about her appearance—jarring red eyes and hair whiter than any platinum blonde dye job he’d seen before, which stood out against the black outfit—if their target wasn’t also doing the coloured contact thing. And the outlandish clothes thing.

Dean lowered the gun—not too far, since he knew better than anyone that even kids could be a threat if they were possessed by the right demon—but enough to hopefully stop her from screaming her head off if she was just an ordinary human girl. “Hey, it’s okay, this isn’t—”

Scuffling came from behind as their target stood up and Sam cocked his gun. “They’ve come for the final act,” the guy said. Gleefully. As if he were enjoying this.

Dean had no idea what the hell that was supposed to mean, so he risked a glance over his shoulder at Sam, who looked equally confused.

And then the last of their plan went sideways.

He didn’t see the blast that sent the pistol flying out of his hands, but he felt its heat. The girl wasn’t holding anything anymore—he couldn’t even see what she could’ve used to pack such a punch—but her stance had shifted. She wasn’t scared; she was focused. Hands balled into fists, feet apart, standing lightly and ready to move. To fight.

Salt rounds still hurt like a son of a bitch, especially close range, but better to bruise her than pull a knife. Besides, she wouldn’t know the ammo wasn’t going to do any lasting damage.

She didn’t react when Dean readied the shotgun. Hell, she didn’t even try to stop him. Didn’t attack, even when he’d been preoccupied. Which made zero sense, especially if she thought he was going to attack her.

He heard Sam moving behind him, shifting to better cover his back. The guy they’d tracked down still hadn’t tried anything, cryptic remarks aside. Definitely not a witch. Neither of them would still be armed if that were the case. But he had to have something up his sleeve.

He didn’t seem to recognize them—hadn’t called them by name, hadn’t seemed overjoyed or overly terrified by their appearance, now that the opening act was over—but that didn’t seem to matter to him. He hadn’t called them out as hunters, either.

But he also wasn’t trying to run, wasn’t trying to throw something at them or otherwise distract them so he could have a chance to get away. He hadn’t told his kid to run. Heck, he hadn’t even tried to keep their attention on him instead of her. Some parent that guy was. Or guardian. Whatever. Dean was pretty sure he’d make a better father than that dude, and that was saying something, considering how things had gone the last time he’d tried going domestic.

Sam was talking. Trying to calm the guy down. As if their target were the one holding the gun instead of staring down its barrel. There’s no way that was going to work. Especially since— “You’re responsible for all those robberies,” Dean said to the girl.

She grinned. It looked…wrong. Feral. It was an expression that belonged on a demon, not a kid.

“Christo,” Dean murmured, even as the man started ranting about payment. The girl’s eyes never went black, and she didn’t flinch. She was human after all.

Or at least not a demon.

“Don’t move.” That was Sam’s warning. If the guy was smart, he’d listen. Even if he managed to get the jump on Sam, it wouldn’t be enough to get out of here unscathed. They were used to taking on monsters. If these were ordinary people—

“Why don’t you light it up for the finale, my dear? Put on a little show for our…guests.”

Dammit, whatever that meant wasn’t going to be good.

Behind him, Dean was vaguely aware of a fight starting up—Sam had made a move or vice versa—but he was more concerned about the fact that the girl’s hands had caught fire. Not fire fire, some kind of green flame that smelled like burnt ectoplasm and hummed like electricity, but still something that shouldn’t be engulfing bare flesh.

The girl—or whatever she was—took a step forward, and Dean pulled the trigger. She staggered. And then she began to laugh. He shot her again.

He was definitely thinking more monster than girl now, which meant the other guy— “Sammy?” There’d been a crash a while back, and he didn’t know—

There was a grunt. Then, “Human. Out cold.”

“Yeah, well, I got a live one.” The salt wasn’t doing much to slow her down, not that it necessarily would, depending on what she was. She still hadn’t attacked him yet. She was giving him time to reload. Why?

Dean blinked, and the girl vanished.

Before he had a chance to complete his turn, he heard Sam’s surprised yelp.

That was why.

Jeez, she was fast. “Salt barely slows her down,” he yelled. Then, since he couldn’t see Sam through the hole he and the other guy had left in the wall, “I’m coming through.”

The room was tiny, barely two and a half feet wide despite running the length of the cabin, and was stuffed with jewels and gold and other valuables. Things that could be melted down or easily recut, reset, and sold off. Splinters and larger chunks of wood from the false wall were easily visible. Their initial target, as Sam had said, was out cold, looking like his head had cracked against a safe when they’d broken through the wall.

But Sam wasn’t there.

And neither was the girl.

Shit.

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Sam hadn’t seen her move. He’d just felt someone grab him and then…nothing. He was conscious. Wide awake. But suddenly he couldn’t feel the floor beneath his feet, and then there was no floor beneath his feet and he was moving through the wooden wall as if it were just a hologram.

Reality crashed back a few seconds later when he hit wet ground with enough momentum that he skidded a few inches into a tree. The girl he’d glimpsed interrupting them earlier stood over him now. Even if it hadn’t been cloudy, he was pretty sure he’d have been able to see her glowing.

He’d think ghost if it weren’t for the fact that she was solid. He’d felt her. And he’d been thrown enough times by pure power, magic, or sheer force of will that he knew what that felt like, and this hadn’t been that.

Although he still wasn’t entirely sure how she’d thrown him through a wall without taking it out. A ghost wouldn’t have had an issue getting through, sure, but the pain and the damp made it pretty clear that he was still alive.

Sam started to get up, but the girl was suddenly on top of him again, pushing him down. She was surprisingly strong, even for a monster. He tried to twist away, and she just pressed harder, intent on shoving his shoulders into the tree behind him. With a jolt, he realized that if she could take him through a wall, she could just as easily take him partway through a tree.

He took more than one swipe at her, but his hands just passed right through her. Even clawing at her hands as they pinned him did little good; he could certainly feel something, the barest skin contact, but nothing substantial. He scratched at her, trying to inflict the only harm he could, but she didn’t flinch.

“Should I take your heart first?” she asked. Her smile revealed sharp teeth—not like a vamp’s or a werewolf’s, nothing so obvious, but they were unsettlingly long and uncannily pointed, too far past normal to be dismissed with the things he’d seen.

“He’d like that, I think,” she decided. “Your heart. And then your head. For what you did to his.”

He had to distract her. Give Dean enough time to figure something out, assuming she hadn’t taken him out first. Sam didn’t know what she was, if she was a human hopped up on some kind of monster juice, a monster with a human mask, or something in between. He started on a generic exorcism in case her powers were demon-related—

—and felt her hand in his mouth, holding his tongue, not so much as blinking when he closed his mouth. “I could rip this out.” Her head tilted. “Not quite an eye for an eye, but he wouldn’t mind. He wants me to be inventive. He encourages it.”

She wasn’t forcing him back anymore. She was still on top of him, lighter than someone her size should be but heavier than before, as if she were letting him feel more of her true weight—or forgetting that she was. He wondered if that meant more of her was solid again. She wasn’t using her strength to pin him down. If he could knock her off….

She released his tongue and sat back. “But if I do that now, you’ll never be able to apologize to him properly.”

He swallowed. “Couldn’t do that if you tore out my heart, either.”

She laughed. “I just need you to be able to talk. You don’t have to be alive for that.”

Unfortunately, he knew the truth of that, though there was no guarantee he’d ever come back as a ghost if she killed him.

Which, given what she’d done so far, he knew she could do.

“I’d still need my head.”

She seemed to consider this for a few seconds and shrugged. “Easier to find if you’re not in pieces.” She planted her right hand on his chest, directly over his sternum. “Still doesn’t mean I can’t—”

They heard the gunshot at the same time.

He felt her body weight vanish.

And then she shrieked, and her weight came back for a moment before she was off him, flying back towards—

Dean.

Sam scrambled to his feet.

He needed to help, but he didn’t know what was effective against her. Salt barely slows her down, Dean had said, and Sam had never lost sight of her. She wasn’t a ghost, but this wasn’t just magic, and even demons experienced some limitations when they took someone for a meatsuit—namely, they couldn’t just pass through walls like that. So what the hell had they walked into? They didn’t have time to do more research now, not when—

Sam ducked as Dean fired off another shot and ran, keeping low as he circled well out of Dean’s way. Not that that would help much with the speed that girl moved. Whatever kind of monster she was, she wasn’t new to the game. She had a handle on her abilities, whether she’d been turned early or born that way.

There was a flash of green and then a string of Dean’s curses. Sam didn’t need to stop running to see that Dean’s gun was on the ground and that the lichen-coated rock around it was scorched. He dove for it, but the girl was faster.

She only had a hand on it, but it was enough to make him slide right through it.

“What the hell do you want?” Dean bit out as the girl pointed the gun in their direction.

Sam got to his feet again, moving slowly and raising his arms so she knew he wasn’t going to go for any weapons that probably wouldn’t be effective anyway. Salt rounds might not kill them, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be shot, especially from this distance.

“You hurt him,” she said. Her grip on the gun wasn’t sloppy; whatever else she could do, she knew how to use a firearm. Great. “You need to apologize for that.”

“We’ll apologize,” Sam said, hoping to assure her now that she wasn’t at his throat, but she turned the gun on him and narrowed her eyes.

“You hurt him,” she hissed again. “I’m supposed to protect him, and you hurt him.”

“Hold up, you’re supposed to protect him? You?” Dean’s incredulous voice immediately drew her attention. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around? I mean, you’re just a kid.”

Sam knew what Dean was trying to do. Even though he wasn’t sure it would work, he pitched in. “Hey, you’re, what, thirteen? Fourteen?”

“I’m….” For the first time, she was hesitating. “I’m…. It doesn’t matter. I have to protect him. And you have to pay for what you’ve done.”

Sam glanced at Dean. He wasn’t the same person who’d killed Amy Pond in cold blood just because she’d been a monster. If this girl hadn’t actually killed anyone, if she was only threatening to now because they’d hurt her father, guardian, whatever, then….

“Look, kid, me and my brother, we’re good at first aid. We have to be in our line of work. So if you want to help your old man, you could start by letting us look at him.”

“He’s not my father,” she snapped. “And you’re the reason he’s hurt!”

“It was an accident,” Sam said, honestly enough. “We weren’t trying to kill him.” He’d seemed human, after all. And the explanation for all those robberies was in front of them. “I didn’t get a good look at his injuries, but—”

“Then fix him,” she said. “Fix him or I’ll hurt you like you hurt him.”

Sam met Dean’s eyes. They both knew how desperate she was, how likely she was to shoot them because of some perceived slight, and not necessarily with the gun in her hands. Still, they didn’t have a choice. If they couldn’t figure out what weapons would work on her, talking her down was their best bet. And if they couldn’t talk her down, if she flew off the handle, then they’d just have to throw everything they had at her and hope something worked.

“We’ll do everything we can,” Sam promised carefully. “We just need to look at—”

The girl rolled her eyes, tossed the gun to the side, and grabbed each of them by the arm. Sam wasn’t any more prepared for the sensation of moving through solid objects despite knowing it was coming, and it was disorienting to suddenly feel the wooden floorboards of the cabin beneath his feet.

He wasn’t surprised when Dean cursed and reached to steady himself on the opposite wall. Sam hadn’t felt the wind despite how quickly they’d been moved, which was in drastic contrast to every time a demon or ghost or witch or whatever had thrown them across the room.

“The hell was that?” grumbled Dean.

The girl glowered at him, so Sam knelt as best he could to check on their original target. He already had a goose egg, but the blood made it look worse than it was; it might not even need stitches by the time they cleaned him up. Sam did a quick once-over, but nothing else seemed to be amiss. “Help me with him,” Sam said, trying to manoeuvre so he could pick up the man without having anything else stacked in this place come tumbling down on them.

Dean grabbed the man’s feet, and he mumbled something as they hefted him. The girl was quick to sidestep as they carried him back to the main room—some open-complex living room/kitchen combo that they’d mostly trashed when this mess started—and dumped him on the couch. Dean went to get a wet cloth, and the girl’s gaze followed him.

Which gave Sam the opportunity to slip off and pocket the man’s pendant without either of them—the man or the girl—realizing. It bore engravings he recognized but couldn’t immediately identify, and he suspected it might tell him more about the girl and what sort of monster she was. The man was more cognizant when Dean returned, water and rag in hand, and Sam looked at the girl. “What’s his name?”

“I’m not telling you that.”

“Then what’s your name?” Dean shot back.

“Just fix him.”

“Just fix him,” Dean mimicked under his breath as he started to dab at the blood on the man’s head. “Look, I’ve got this. Head back to the car and see if you can find anything useful.”

Sam glanced at the girl. “Is that okay with you?” He knew what Dean was really asking—call someone, do some research, just see what he could find out—and he knew the girl would—should—assume Dean was just asking him to see if they had any supplies that might help.

She nodded once, and he hurried out before she could change her mind. He could always bring back the suture kit, and if he didn’t wait too long….

There was a small red stone set in the pendant, but it didn’t look like it belonged there. The gem itself was all sharp edges, more a shard than anything else, and the claws holding it in place looked to have been bent in with pliers. It was rough. Crude. Even the markings around it were homemade. Whoever had done this certainly wasn’t an expert at it.

They did, however, know what they were doing when it came to the runes themselves. Now that he got a better look at them, he could guess what they were for, despite modifications he hadn’t seen before. Most people knew better than to try to control ghosts.

Whoever Dean was trying to help inside was clearly not one of those people.

And the girl….

Possessed, maybe? An unwilling vessel for a ghost? Or a witch whose spell had gone wrong? She looked young, but that didn’t mean anything if she was a witch. Magic could explain what she could do, dragging them through solid walls like that. If he salted and burned this thing, maybe the ghost—

“You’re not helping.”

Sam jerked, dropping the pendant, and he turned around in time to see the girl’s expression melt from anger to confusion. Her feet and then hands and knees hit the ground. She was shaking. Panting.

He knelt and pocketed the pendant and the larger pieces of the red centerpiece—glass, he now realized—that had shattered when it had hit rock. “Hey,” he called softly, not wanting to touch the girl in case she snapped and did more than just threaten to tear out any important body parts, “you okay?”

She glanced up at him and scrambled backwards, flinging up pine needles and acorns in her haste to put some distance between them.

But it wasn’t enough distance for him not to notice how young she suddenly looked.

How scared.

Like someone who’d been possessed by a demon and suddenly found themselves free.

Considering her eyes were green now instead of red, that theory might still hold some water—even if they really were dealing with some kind of ghost and not a demon.

“My name is Sam,” he said, smiling at her. “What’s yours?”

“Dani.” The response was whispered. “I…I don’t…. I don’t know what….”

“It’s okay, Dani. My brother and I are here to help.”

She didn’t look convinced of that, but she didn’t shy away when he got back to his feet and walked over to help her up.

Instead, she stared at the pocket where he’d put the pendant. “What are you doing?”

“Helping,” he repeated.

She shook her head slowly and looked up at him again. “Not with that. Da— My cousin told me about that. About the gem that could do that. I didn’t think there was another one after he destroyed it. I thought I was safe.”

“And I just want to help you be safe.” Even if she was a monster, as long as she stopped this and didn’t kill anyone, hadn’t killed anyone, well. He couldn’t exactly fault her for what she’d done while she’d been possessed. His track record wasn’t good on that front. “Trust me.”

“I can’t trust you when I don’t know what happened,” she retorted, some of her earlier fire resurfacing. She climbed to her feet, ignoring his offered hand. “Where are we?”

“Michigan.” They weren’t really near any towns, and unless she knew the area—

Her breath hitched. “Oh, crud. I don’t know how long it’s been. The last thing I remember was that magic competition in California, and—” She broke off. “This has to be Freakshow. Have you run into Lydia or any of the other ghosts? They’re not still with him, are they?”

Sam blinked. All things considered, she was taking this remarkably well. “Who are Freakshow and Lydia?”

She made a face at him. “Lydia’s another ghost,” she said, her tone making it clear that she thought he wasn’t keeping up with her. Before he could question her on the fact that she’d said another ghost, she continued, “Freakshow’s the creep who had the gem that could control them. Us. Give it here and let me see it. The amulet thing, I mean.”

Sam raised his eyebrows but didn’t comply. “Us?”

She rolled her eyes and reached for his pocket, and his hand went through her arm when he tried to stop her.

Definitely not human, as if he’d needed any more proof.

But the fact that she withdrew her hand holding the pendant meant she wasn’t an ordinary ghost, either, even a relatively recent one with strong ties to her former life.

Ghosts couldn’t exactly transfer their intangibility to other objects, let alone travel long distances without being tied to anything in particular.

She studied the pendant for a few seconds before looking back up at him. “Do you think I can burn this?” she asked, and before he could answer, her hands lit up with that green fire again. He jumped back, and she said, “No, don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.”

He wanted to believe her.

She was just a kid.

But he knew appearances could be deceiving. He knew the tricks monsters played on people. But she didn’t seem concerned that she was showing him her hand, showing him what she was, and she seemed to take the fact that he wasn’t freaking out himself in stride. Was it possible she was on friendly terms with a hunter? Could she have figured out what he was by his interest in the pendant, the fact that he and his brother were here? He hadn’t said that they were the Winchesters, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have put two and two together if she had any connections within the hunter community.

For all he knew, she could’ve run into Garth at some point after he’d been turned and learned which hunters she could trust.

“You have to salt and burn things to destroy them when they’re associated with ghosts,” he said quietly.

She stared at him. “Really? That’s what you think?” She glanced at the unharmed pendant, shrugged, and tossed it in his direction. He dodged, not sure if it would be hot when he didn’t know what kind of fire she could wield, and let it hit the rock at their feet. “Fine. Salt and burn it then. Just get rid of it and that stone.”

She didn’t make a move to run away or go back inside, just stood there with her arms crossed, so he grabbed the supplies from the trunk, wrapped the remains of the pendant in a cloth doused with lighter fluid, salted it, and set it on fire. He remembered the symbols well enough to be able to draw them again later and see if there was anything like them in the books the Men of Letters had written. Right now, he didn’t want to disobey her and wind up fighting an angry spirit who didn’t follow the same rules as the rest of them.

She was gone when he looked up again, but as he hadn’t heard any screaming, he figured that was by choice.

Hopefully, he’d taken the steps to making an ally and not an enemy.

XXXXXX

“Where’s the amulet?” the creep on the couch screeched as he lunged at Dean and tried to go through his pockets.

Dean, naturally, swore and fought back.

And blamed Sam.

Because, clearly, Sam had pickpocketed something their monster-turned-not-so-innocent-victim valued, and his little monster minion might still be hanging around invisibly and watching all this.

“I don’t have your freaking amulet,” Dean snarled, twisting the guy’s arm and finally succeeding in prying his hands off of Dean’s jacket. “Now sit your ass down and let me help you or I’ll just knock you out again to make my life easier.” He didn’t get hit with the freaky green fire the girl used when he said that, so he figured she was checking on Sam.

Just as well.

There was no way that would’ve gone over well, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with the fallout. As if their lives weren’t messed up enough, things had to go sideways in the way that they always seemed to lately: unpredictably badly. Not uncharacteristically badly, sure, but bad in ways they couldn’t seem to account for.

“Give it back to me!” the guy shrieked, twisting so he could lash out with his feet.

Dean dodged and nailed him in the stomach with a well-placed punch that knocked the wind from him.

And then he felt the temperature in the room drop, saw his breath fog, and swore again.

He turned before the ghost girl had a chance to blast him in the back, but she wasn’t focused on him anymore. She was staring at the guy she was supposed to be protecting.

Even from across the room, he could see the anger on her face.

She wasn’t protecting him any longer.

She flew closer, not quite ignoring Dean but definitely not focusing on him, and shot ice out of her hands, neatly freezing the guy’s cloak to the couch.

He didn’t miss the fact that if she could do that, she could probably turn them all into popsicles, but she’d been careful enough to avoid touching skin.

“Freakshow,” she growled, “how long has it been?”

The guy—Freakshow was as good a name for him as any; he certainly looked like a freakshow—finally seemed to have caught his breath. “I don’t—”

“I’m not stupid!” she shouted. “I’ve talked to Phantom, and I know you’ve been doing it again, that you’ve been controlling me. How long?”

Freakshow didn’t seem inclined to answer, and when Dean heard Sam come in, he moved back to his brother’s side. “This is a new one,” he muttered.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed as he handed Dean the shotgun they’d left outside earlier, “tell me about it. The guy had this pendant with runes etched into it and some kind of glass that she seems to think he was using to control her.”

“Well, she’s icing him, not us. What kind of runes?”

“I didn’t recognize them, but from what I could guess, she’s not wrong about using them to control ghosts. I salted and burned the thing to be safe, so if she’s tied to anything, it’s not that.”

“But she’s not just a ghost. Ghosts don’t do all that.”

“She might be tied to a person.”

“Who, the freakshow over there?”

Sam shook his head. “She said her name was Dani, but maybe things aren’t that simple. What if Dani’s an ordinary girl who’s formed a connection with this ghost? It could explain why she’s sometimes tangible.”

“Sammy. Ghosts can’t do that. That’s not how possession works.”

“I don’t think it’s a simple possession. And we’ve seen a lot of impossible things. Dude, we used to think angels never existed. What if this is just something else we’ve missed?”

“If you’re suggesting we take her back to the bunker—”

“I need your help to return all this,” Dani said, suddenly appearing between them and dropping an armload of stolen jewellery and other treasures onto the floor. “I don’t know where they all came from, but I know they’re stolen.”

Dean glanced at the couch. Freakshow was bound and gagged with some glowing green stuff that must stick fast or he’d be working his way out of it already. Dani followed his gaze and just said, “We can drop him off at the nearest police station. He has to have a file.”

“So do we,” Dean said, “and I’m not getting my fingerprints all over that stuff.” Let the girl or ghost or human working with a ghost or whatever she was take the fall for that. He didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her, and he sincerely doubted she had a record—or would get one from this, considering what he’d seen her do.

Besides, why was a fourteen year old practically giving them orders?

Dani rolled her eyes. “Fine. There are some boxes in the other room, and I’m pretty sure his book is in that safe; I’ll crack it and do the packing. You two can deal with Freakshow.”

Scratch that. She was definitely giving them orders.

“You know we’re hunters, right?”

She pursed her lips. “I’d guessed,” she said, eyeing his shotgun, “but I’ve worked with ghost hunters before to catch the bad guys. Because I don’t want to be one of them. I don’t like it when people try to control me.”

Dean exchanged a look with Sam but knew better than to push it. “Fine. We’ll help you if you be straight with us. What the hell are you?”

“A ghost.”

“We’ve run into our fair share of those, and you don’t fit the bill.”

She gave them a wide smile. “Maybe you just haven’t run into my sort of ghost yet.”

“This isn’t our first rodeo. You can pretend to be a good guy all you want. Doesn’t make you Casper.”

The smile dropped off her face. “I’m not pretending to be good. I’m trying to be. There’s a difference. Not like you two are going to be saints if you have criminal records.”

“She got you there, Dean,” Sam murmured. Traitor.

“You can’t find a hunter with a clean record, kid, at least not once they’ve been around the block a few times.”

She didn’t bother to hide her dubious look. “I know a family of ghost hunters. The Fentons. And none of them have records.”

Dean glanced at Sam, but a quick shake of the head confirmed that he hadn’t just forgotten the name. Whoever the Fentons were, they ran in different circles.

Which wasn’t really a surprise, if these people specialized in ghosts and somehow managed to avoid the authorities.

Maybe they weren’t legit.

Or maybe they were about as good at their job as the GhostFacers, even if it was the family business.

“Fine,” Dean said again. “But if we’re helping you, you need to keep talking. And explain what you know about all of this.” He wasn’t about to turn his back on her, but he could cram Sammy into the backseat to babysit Freakshow and let Dani ride shotgun. Maybe by the time they actually made it somewhere, he could figure out what the hell she was.

Frankly, he still half-expected a reaper to pop out of nowhere and deal with her, but if they hadn’t done that when she was in killer mode, they weren’t going to do it when she was playing nice.

Maybe if he pretended he was on good terms with Billie and could get her to show, Dani would be a little more forthcoming. Assuming she even knew that Billie had taken over for Death. Even if the girl rightly didn’t believe him, the boast might be enough to annoy whichever reaper was on Winchester duty into showing themselves and putting in their two cents.

“Why don’t I just teach you how to really deal with ghosts and hook you up with some actual weapons?” Dani jerked a thumb in Sam’s direction. “He said something about salting and burning things? Seriously?”

“That’s what works,” Sam said, and she just snorted.

“Okay, look. We’ll deal with this first. You can play human for the cops, right, kid?”

“Better than you think I can.”

Sam’s eyebrows were raised, but Dean didn’t want to explain why he was caving with this. Why he was curious. Especially when he was—or at least had been--pretty sure it was just a story. He’d heard a lot of things while on the road with his dad, back in Sammy’s Stanford days, but the wild stories that had flown around the hunter circles some years back, originating out of Wisconsin….

It might be nothing but stories.

It might have nothing to do with this even if it wasn’t just stories.

But he damn well wanted to find out before this kid disappeared on him if he could.

Especially now that she wasn’t ready to kill them.

If she had been controlled before, then maybe, now that she was free of that, she’d make as good an ally as Benny had been. They could use more of those, especially with what was coming.

“Keep an eye on the bad guy, Sammy,” Dean said, walking over to pick up the pistol Dani had shot out of his hands earlier. “I’m going to do a final sweep of this place before we put it in our rear-view mirror.”

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The Nowhere | got7

{ CHAPTER 2 } edited a lil

Title: The Nowhere

Word Count: 1k+

Genre: Drama, Romance, Fantasy-ish, Mystery, Thriller-ish

Warnings: mentions of suicide, murder, a lil graphic (??), a lil profanity(??), a lil smut too ;)

Pairings: Park Jinyoung x reader, Im Jaebum x reader

Summary: After suffering years from the same nightmares that slowly get worse as you grow older, you learn why those taunting dreams come to you like memories you can’t remember in an unfortunate way.

Balmy sunlight brushes past the swaying curtains, caressing against your soft skin and brightening up the darkness in your closed eyes. As consciousness flows into you, you can feel the squishy and smooth surface underneath you, and you groan as you face away from the small window to your left. You bring your hands up to your eyes and freeze midway once you register what’s bandaged on your right arm. A skinny tube curls up your arm, stopping on the back of your hand being held down by a clear bandage. A transparent liquid flows through it. Your eyes follow the tube’s trail and stop when you see a bag of the same clear liquid.

Contorting your face in confusion, you take note of the continuous beeping emanating from beside the window, white bed sheets resting on your legs, and a plastic curtain blocking your view of the rest of the room beside you. Your eyes gaze around the dimly lit room, taking in the sun’s rays spraying a light tangerine color across the white walls and beige, glossy wood floor.

You face the window again, staring at the tree that splattered oddly shaped shadows in the room, the branches oscillating steadily in the calm breeze. The soft chirping of birds in the distance flows into your ears, comforting you like a lullaby as the memories of last night ram into your mind.

Your sister’s panic-stricken voice still rings in your head, causing a wave of guilt to flood over you. You release a quivering sigh and glance over at the curtain at your left, wondering if your sister is on the other side. Your heart stops, tears blurring your vision, How badly did I hurt you?..

The faint clanking of glass grabs your attention and you look at the cabinet past your feet. You tilt your head, eyeing a person crouched in front of the small, two-door cabinet, pushing bottles out of the way only to set them back in their places carefully. You rise slowly on your elbows hoping for a better look at the person, but a wave of nausea swarms over you and your head wobbles, your vision making twos of everything. Wincing, you begin to rub your temples and close your eyes. The feeling doesn’t last long.

The man who kept mumbling to himself was now standing, running a hand through his raven black hair frustratingly, and his other hand on his hip. His white-coated back faced you. Opening your mouth to speak is cut short when the brown pastel colored door swings open, the man standing in front of you jumps and gasps, as another man stands in the door way with his arms crossed.

“O-Oh!” the man’s voice, who stood before you, cracked, “H-Hyung! Hey, how’s it goin?” He puts his hands on his hips, pushing his doctor’s coat behind him.

The man in the door way rolled his eyes and shook his head, dropping his arms. “I told you you had no reason to be here, and why are you wearing my coat?” His eyes widen and points to the nametag as he took a few steps up to his friend.

The other man stepped back, forcing a giggle out. “Hm? No, my name is Im Jaebum too!”

Jaebum squints his eyes, lowering his eyebrows and cursing under his gritted teeth. He releases a agitated sigh and the dull tone of his voice raises , “You always do this..Leave before-”

Your eyes meet and you suddenly feel small, his dark eyes piercing into your skin peculiarly. It remains silent for a few seconds before Jinyoung utters gleefully, “What?..Finally realize how much you want me here?” Jinyoung opens his arms as Jaebum begins to walk forward in a daze, his expression a mixture of astonishment and relief, past his baffled friend and towards you. Your eyes don’t leave each other until he’s standing beside you.

“How are you feeling?” Jaebum questions in a hushed voice, one that embraces you in a welcoming vibe.

You don’t answer. You’re too taken aback by his surreal appearance. His chiseled features are screaming at you, making your face flush the longer you stare at his unblemished rosy-pale skin. His narrow eyes curve into a crescent as the corners of his heart-shaped lips curl up. Eyeing the two teeny birthmarks above his left eye, you bring a smile up to your face, but it vanishes as your sister crosses your mind.

“My sister..” your hand flies to your throat once you realize the pinch in your throat, your eyes widening, “ where is she?” You continued despite sounding like a smoker.

Jaebum furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head, mouthing the word ‘sister?’ as the other guy approaches you. You spot the water bottle in his hand before you get to see his face, and as you chug the water down, the cool liquid burning down your throat gives you a strange satisfaction as you can feel it drop in your stomach. You gasp once you take the bottle away from you and hear a giggle coming from the left side of you. You hadn’t noticed but Jinyoung sat at the end of the bed, just near your feet making a little indention on the twin-sized mattress.

“Aw. You’re cute.” Jinyoung’s eyes disappear and the corners of his eyes wrinkle, the smile on his full lips is bright.

Jinyoung’s features aren’t chiseled as Jaebum’s are instead he has a childish appearance with his squishy face. He gives off the ‘friendly-neighbor’ vibe the more you stare at him, making it more easier to look at him without becoming a blushing mess.

“Sorry to tell you, Y/N,” your eyes are on Jaebum again. You didn’t see a joyful smile plastered on his perfect face and as he sets a comforting hand on your shoulder, your heart skips a beat. And not because he’s attractive.

You began to brace yourself for whatever Jaebum was about to tell you, biting the inside of your cheek and gripping your hands tightly together. You inhale sharply in hopes to suck in the swelling tears and thoughts of the unwanted. Please..please don’t let it be so bad..

“We found only you in the vehicle.”

What.

Your widened eyes slowly narrow, your mouth smiling in disbelief. You begin to cackle unsure whether it’s from relief that you didn’t have to hear ‘sister’ and ‘dead’ in the same sentence, or because his information was unconvincing. You, out of everyone, knew your sister was with you when you had the deer-like reaction when those bright lights approached the both of you. You remember feeling your sister’s newly painted fingernails digging into the backs of your hands, and her frantic, ear-piercing voice repeat your name as if she was a broken record.

You stare up at Jaebum, wiping your tears, with a foolish grin carved into your face. “There’s no way! She was with me, her nails dug into my hands, I swear, look!” You bring your hands up to his face but you realize your evidence is useless to him. He probably assumes it’s glass.. You frown, bringing your hands down in defeat.

“Maybe she hit her head harder than we assumed?” Jinyoung murmurs loud enough for you to hear. You shoot him a death-glare and he jumps when you make eye contact. He leans to Jaebum and whispers to him while he keeps his wide eyes on you, watching to see if you would attack him. “She’s scarier than I thought, Hyung.”

His words make you think, Than I thought? Did he know me?..

You shake your head and decide to not let it bother you. “Where am I then?”

“A hospital.”

“Don’t be a smartass, Jinyoung!” Jaebum growls, holding his clenched fist behind him. He inhales deeply and faces you, forcing a smile out. “Y/N, I asked around to see if anyone knew you here, but unfortunately you have no family or friends that can take you in for the time being.”

“Why would I need to stay?..I need to be in Seoul-”

“You’re still not feeling well.” Jaebum didn’t let you to finish, like whatever you had to say didn’t matter.

Everything that left his kissable lips flew over your head. Nothing made sense, and it caused your head to ache when you focused on it too hard.

“Y-Yes I am-I mean, sure, my head was hurting earlier but that’s because I got up too fast..” you freeze, furrowing your eyebrows and squinting your eyes as you face away from the both of the men. “Right?..”

Jinyoung shakes his head as soon as your eyes land on him. “Your leg is sprained,” he gestures to the blanket and your gaze follows. You hadn’t realized your leg was bandaged or even sore all because your family was the only thing that concerned you.

“Your mind is everywhere, Y/N, take it easy.” Jaebum says assuringly, rubbing your back in comforting circles.

But it doesn’t work. You can feel your blood begin to boil, the urge to pounce on him consuming your mind, and your fists clenching so hard your nails are making your palms ooze blood from the tiny crevices. Jaebum takes note of this and steps back.

“We need to establish where you’ll be staying.” he continues, putting his hand on his chin in deep thought.

“Can’t I just stay here?-”

“Oh!” Jinyoung’s eyes brighten and he snaps, almost like he thought of the most brilliant idea. You swore you could see a light bulb flash above his head for a split second. “Hey, Hyung, how about she stay with us?”

The amount of times your face has contorted into confusion is more than you would normally recall ever doing. “Uh-”

Jaebum’s mouth hung open in disbelief and he shook his head violently, “We can’t handle another person in the house, Jinyoung! You don’t even help me take care of the messes, and they’re mostly yours because I’m hardly home!”

Jinyoung’s smile is too bright it’s almost blinding. He grabs your hands, shaking them slightly. “Oh, you’re gonna love your time with us, Y/N.”

Well, this is something. I kinda got lazy midway, but I guess it’s alright. Hehe.

It’s also shorter than what I’m used to writing, but that’s because I’m also working on something else as well. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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#got7 #got7 fanfic #got7 fanfiction #got7jb #got7jinyoung #parkjinyoung #imjaebum #parkjinyoung x reader #imjaebum x reader #vam masterlist #jaebum x reader #jinyoung x reader

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amplifyingtrace · 5 years

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The weekend was finally here and Leia had been allowed, along with the other students in UA to go visit their families if they had wished. She definitely took the opportunity to go visit her grandparents, mostly for her grandmother whom she misses terribly.

Sure they spoke over the phone to one another practically everyday or video chatted, but it still wasn’t quite the same as being physically there with her grandmother. It definitely helped her not feel quite as home sick after moving to the dorms, it was still nice to physically see her.

Humming lowly she opened and closed the front gate behind herself before walking up to the front door. The flower bushes around the small front yard were blooming beautifully as always.

She paused to carefully take a closer look at the flowers and smiled softly. “You all look beautiful as always.” Even if she couldn’t hear their response she knew they still appreciated being spoken too. Her grandmother was the one to tell her that since she has a plant quirk where she can speak to and understand plants.

She started humming to herself again as she walked up to the door and went to unlock it with her key, but found it was already unlocked.

Strange... usually it’s locked. Maybe her grandmother forgotten to lock it behind herself after checking on the flowers outside? No... that can’t be it....maybe she was coming right back after needing to get some more water? It is something she has done before.

Furrowing her brows slightly, she slowly opened the door and stepped inside while gently closing the door behind herself.

Once inside she spotted all of the blooming flowers in the entryway all facing the doorway. Now that was unusual as they tended to be facing many different directions to catch all of the sources of light.

"Grandma...?” Leia called out while setting her bag down so she could take her shoes off before walking in further into the house. But she never ended up taking them off after hearing a loud thud from what sounded like the living room.

This made her heart skip a beat before rushing immediately inside thinking her grandmother might have fallen, though she was hoping she had accidentally dropped something instead.

It didn’t take her long to find the source of the noise, her grandmother was on the floor beside the large glass sliding door that lead to the backyard.

“Grandma...!” Leia quickly rushed to her side to make sure she was alright and not hurt. Gently turning her onto her back slowly, not wanting to accidentally hurt her more than she might already be. Giving her a quick once over after she was on her back. She didn’t appear to be hurt, that’s a relief... but she wasn’t responding to her voice.

What had happened? Was she not feeling and fainted? Or did she end up tripping after coming from outside as the back door was still open?

"Looks like I found you~!” A man’s voice gleefully rang out, making Leia jump startled and quickly turn around to find the much taller man standing in the doorway. The first thing she noticed was the large cheshire cat like grin on his lips before the deep scar over the left side of his face. Which appeared to hold a prosthetic eye.

He had his arms crossed making him look even muscular than he already was, just who was he...? Why was he looking for her?

“What do you mean... found me?” Leia asked a bit confused, standing up and turning to face him properly. Slowly moving into a defensive stance and trying not to make it too obvious on what she was doing. She needed to stay calm and also protect her grandmother who was just behind her on the floor.

“We going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?” The larger muscular man spoke, moving his head from side to side to crack it loudly. By the way he was speaking it sounded as if he hoped it wouldn’t be easy.

“Depends....” Leia spoke lowly, trying to figure out the best course of action to take. She needed to protect her grandmother from getting injured and also try and coax the larger man outside of the house. Who knows what sort of a quirk he has and the last thing she wanted was the house to get destroyed in the process.

“What do you want from me...?” She might as well cut to the chase to find out why he was here, if he’ll tell her that is.

The larger man seemed to smirk at her question and unfolded his arms and held them out at his sides. Almost looking as if he was either looking for a hug or to show off his muscular arms. “You’re his most PRECIOUS person that’s why~” He half sang with glee while grinning once again and without warning he rushed towards her.

His most precious person...? What-Who is he talking about? No... No! This was no time to think about that she needed to get him away from the house and her grandmother.

Leia knew charging back towards him was a bad idea, but her grandmother was directly in his path and she needed to keep her safe.

Since he was so much taller than herself she was able to slide between his legs without a problem. This thankfully made him stop in his tracks and quickly whirl himself around to face her again. At least her grandmother wouldn’t get trampled on, at least as of right of this minute.

“Oooh! This is going to be the hard way!” He laughed loudly, sounding too pleased about this and Leia had just turned around in time to catch his cheshire cat like grin once again.

“Come’re little rabbit!” He lounged towards her and missed once again, but this time punching a large hole into the floor.

Leia just managed to back flip out of the way at least twice before she almost hit a wall. Her eyes went wide upon seeing the damage that he had just done to the floor, if he had hit her...!

His whole body seemed to be now covered in a thick protective coating of... muscle? Was that his quirk? Was he able to manipulate his muscle?

Wait a minute....! Izuku had told her about a man who had a muscle augmentation quirk who had attacked him at the joint forest training their two classes had. But wasn’t he taken into police custody? Why was he here and-

The man grumbled to himself, shaking his hand slightly to get rid of the bits of wood on his hand. Glancing back at her and smirked noticing her wide and fearful eyes. This was exactly what he had wanted and he charged towards her without warning hoping to catch her off guard.

Leia let out a surprised yelp like sound as he rushed in to grab her by her throat, this time he almost succeeded. But his hand went through the wall this time as she was just able to slide down and out of harms way before he could touch her.

“Slippery little rabbit!” He exclaimed, sounding angry but also a bit pleased by her not going down too quickly. Turning to pull his arm out of the wall and taking a large chunk with it and flicking his arm to get the remaining bits off. Which landed in the kitchen and away from where her grandmother was in the living room.

Leia was terrified more than she wanted to admit as she bolted towards the front door, this man was terrifying! But she needed-no, she HAD to stay calm and get him out of the house and away from her grandmother.

Grabbing her phone to call for help didn’t even cross her mind as she was just focused on getting him outside. Plus would she even have time to even unlock her phone to call?

“Not so fast!” The man’s voice boomed, alerting her to glance behind herself and seeing him throwing the couch towards her. With his added strength he was able to throw it much faster than she could run. Thanks to his yell she was able to duck quickly to avoid getting hit with it and it ended up blocking the hallway with it. Taking out her escape route at the same time.

Oh no...!

Leia jumped back up to her feet and was immediately cornered by the larger much muscular man. He was looming over her with that chesire grin again, looking all too pleased with catching his prey.

“No where else to run, little rabbit.” He eyed her as if daring her to try.

Her heart raced as she tried to think quickly on what to do next, he’d probably expect her to go between his legs again. She doubted he’d fall for the same thing twice.

“I’m not going down that easily!” Leia yelled out, surprising herself a bit in the process. Where this sudden burst of bravery came from she wasn’t sure, It seemed to surprise the much bigger man as well giving her the chance to move her leg up and kick him right in the groin as hard as she could.

The man hissed at the sudden impact and hunched forward slightly, moving an arm towards himself.

This was her chance! He left an opening just big enough for her to slip past him by moving his much larger arm towards himself.

Leia just slipped past him and before she could get a foot away from him, a large hand suddenly grabbed her arm. Making her cry out at the pain as he squeezed it so tightly she thought he might’ve broken her arm in the process.

She ended up going limp for a moment at how strong his quirk was making itself known to her own. Half of her body went numb at how intense it was, giving him the chance to lift her up and off the floor so they were now eye level.

“Caught you!” He spoke quite pleased with himself. “Hmmm maybe I over did it with grabbing you.” He half mumbled to himself, but not really removing any of the strength in his hand against her arm.

Leia winced as she was lifted and just barely caught what he was saying as she slowly became less numb feeling. Sort of... her arm still was in a lot of pain and feeling numb, but that was more towards his grip than from coming in contact with him.

What was she going to do now? She had no way of escaping-Wait! Overload! Her super move might be able to stop him in his tracks! He had grabbed her so she could do so, she needed physical contact with someone else in order to use her quirk on theirs.

“L-Let...go of me...!” Leia just managed to say just before using her quirk on him. Specifically her super move, hoping it’ll stop him dead in his tracks so she could escape. Her right blue eye glowing brightly as her only tell she was using her quirk.

The larger man’s eye went wide and he took a step back, but he didn’t let her go. His hold was slowly loosening on her arm and eventually he dropped her onto the floor. His extra coat of muscle slowly disappearing off of his body making him extremely confused as he took another two steps backwards.

Leia winced once hitting the floor and was thankful she landed on her feet and not her arm which she was worried might be broken. She did almost fall to her side but managed to catch herself and stay balanced.

“WHAT DID YOU DO!?!” He yelled out angrily, staring down at his hand a moment as his quirk wasn’t obeying him. Then turning his focus back to Leia who was kneeling down on the floor.

Why wasn’t he going down...? Everyone she’s used overload on has fallen down onto a knee and were extremely exhausted. Did she not manage to use it properly? No, no she used it like she always has but why?

He stormed over towards her, he did seem a bit sluggish as he walked so that did tell her it had actually worked. Except he was still able to move, that made him terrifying all over again.

Leia stumbled slightly but was able to walk backwards away from him, holding her arm while glancing around for a chance to escape. She spotted her grandmother looking as if she might be waking up to her right.

“Leave now or I’ll do it again!” It was a bluff, she didn’t have enough energy to use her quirk again. She was already having a hard enough time standing and hoped it wasn’t noticeable.

He paused, eyeing her a few moments looking as if he was possibly believing her. Least until he slowly started to grin while he stomped over to her and grabbed her roughly by her neck. Slamming her into the nearby wall, making a low dent into it and getting a low whimper from her. “Doubt it, little rabbit. You look exhausted and play time is over.” His cheshire like grin came back as he knew that he won. “I got bigger plans for you to get back at him. So don’t worry, I won’t kill you... yet.”

Leia moved her hands to his wrist trying to free herself, even though she knew it was useless. Who was he talking about? Who was he trying to get revenge on- Suddenly it dawned on her, Izuku! He meant Izuku! He somehow figured out the pair of them were close friends and he was going to use her against him.

Her eyes were slowly welling up with tears, it was a mixture of the pain and being frustrated with herself as she was going to be used against Izuku.

Why wasn’t she stronger?!

“Time to go, little rabbit.” The man hummed, still pleased with himself and hosted her up and over his shoulder and leaving out the back door. Stepping over her grandmother as he did.

She really was useless, wasn’t she...? She really was a burden to everyone like her grandfather always said. She wasn’t able to fend off this villain and now Izuku was going to get hurt because of her, she didn’t want him to be in danger due to her being so weak.

The only upside to everything was the fact she managed to make sure her grandmother didn’t get seriously injured.

Slowly her vision darkened and she reached out with her uninjured arm, almost expecting someone to take it and save her. It of course never happened and she finally passed out from the pain and exhaustion.

#x;;drabble #bigbadbara #tagging Soda cuz I tried to channel his muscular as I love / hate how creepy he is #loosely based off a dream that I had #I say loosely as I only saw the aftermath of what happened... well most of it??#I was a concerned Izuku bean #Am I plotting a kidnapper thread with hd? >:3c maybe #x;;Muscular; pending tag;

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sportyheroesimagines · 6 years

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i can't get enough of your soulmate dabi series omfg!! i know you just posted but do you by any chance know when you're posting the next part? love your work:)

Here’s Part V for you! Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long~ (Part I) (Part II) (Part III) (Part IV)

Your feet pound against the pavement as they propel you down a maze of back alleys. You stumble along, dragging your hand against the damp brick walls, every step matching the hammering of your heart. Dabicchi. That’s what she said. Your breath comes out in short rasps as you apply more pressure to a new gash on your side. Dabi … It’s no surprise that he would know someone like her. Looking both ways, you slip down another side street. Lungs on fire, blood gushing through your fingers, it feels like a drum is banging between your ears; even your vision is blurred and distorted. You stumble over your feet, and you press your back against a building, taking raspy breathes.

“Yuu-san,” you gasp, pulling your phone out, “I need to call … Yuu-san.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” her voice sings.

The young blonde throws another knife. It strikes your phone, knocking it out of your hand and shattering the screen. She laughs as she flings more blades at you. Summoning water from your surroundings, you freeze the throwing knives in mid air. Your fingers flex and ice daggers are launched towards her. The girl laughs, meeting each crystal with the sharp end of her blade. She races over. The girl crashes through the remaining ice and slashes her knife at you. Her blade grazes your stomach, shredding your shirt, drawing a thin line of blood across your skin. She tries to stab you, but, grabbing her wrist, you manage to jam your elbow into her face. Her head is knocked back and the taste of iron fills her mouth. She licks her lips, running her tongue over the blood dripping from her nose. She flashes her red stained teeth. Sending her back with a blast of water, you flood the alley with steam and take off again.

Her giggles bounce around the brick walls in a taunting chorus, “You won’t get away, you know! I can smell a maiden in love from a mile away!”

You don’t listen. The only thing you can focus on is gaining distance from her, but it seems like you are stumbling more and more. Don’t stop. You tell yourself. Keep going. You force yourself to move until you can’t hear her shrill giggles. Slowing down, your body careens to the side. This time Takeyama can’t catch you. Your shoulder slams into the wall, and a grimace paints your face. Keep going. Don’t stop. You begin to walk again. The police station is close, you know it. You almost want to laugh at yourself, remembering how much of a fuss you made when Kamui Woods ordered you to memorize a map of the city, but this isn’t the time. You limp along, using the wall as a crutch.

“Hey.”

Your body freezes.

“I didn’t think I’d see you so soon.”

His voice. You’d never forget his voice or the way it sends shivers down your spine. You turn around and Dabi’s there, standing in front of you with his hands shoved in his pockets. He’s staring at you with those eyes again. You dig your fingers into the gash on your forearm. He smiles and takes a step forward; surprisingly, you let him and you don’t run away either. He keeps walking towards you.

“Did you,” you ask between breaths, “Did you send that psycho after me?”

“What? I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but you look pretty damn bad. Looks like you could use some help, huh?”

He reaches out and touches your face. His thumb smudges a bit of blood splattered on your cheek. You look up at him, and his patchwork face splits into a grin. Your face flushes, heart fluttering. Then your body stiffens like a board as thousands of volts of electricity rampage through your body. You tremble and drop to the dank concrete. Still shaking, you look up at Dabi. His face begins to melt in clumps, skin falling away like wax dripping down a candle. His blue orbs are replaced with bright, yellow irises. Your eyes widen. The girl sheds her skin and crouches down by you.

“You let your guard down,” she says, pressing the button on her taser, “But that makes me happy. It means you really do love him.”

“Wha … what’re you―”

Your jaw locks as she tases you again. Her laughs mix with the harsh crackling of the electricity and the flashing blue light flickering against the wall. You convulse, cracking your head against the ground, and everything goes black.

Shigaraki shuffles his feet as he enters the common area from his back room. He looks around at the lowly lit bar, noticing a certain little blonde is no where to be found. He looks at Dabi who lounges on the sofa. He sits with his legs spread and his nose in his phone, unconcerned by the presence of his “leader.” Shigaraki scratches his neck.

“Where’s Toga?” he asks.

“She went out,” Dabi answers, not bothering to look up.

“Out where?”

“How the hell should I know? I’m not her damn babysitter.”

“Well, we need her.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve kept an eye on her,” he snaps back, “It’s not my job to keep tabs on that psychotic brat. She’ll fucking turn up.”

Suddenly a rhythmic knock comes from the door.

“Speak of the damn devil,” Dabi mutters.

Kurogiri emerges from behind the bar and opens the door after checking the peephole. Toga skips through the entrance, humming happily. A pair of (s/c) arms are loosely draped over her shoulders and a head hangs laxly as she carries a limp body piggyback. Shigaraki and Dabi look her up and down, then glance at each other. Toga grins. Bending forward, she throws you over her back and slams you against the hardwood floor. You lay limply on the ground like a rag doll, unmoving. Blood seeps out of your gashes; it soaks your clothes, making them cling to your skin. Your hair is fanned out around your head. Even unconscious, you still manage to look like an angel.

His angel.

His angel, who has been touched by hands that aren’t his, defiled and bloodied by this demonic little pest.

“Surprise!” Toga cheers.

Dabi’s fist clenches. Rage boils his veins and bursts from his skin in blue flames. His lip curls into a snarl, launching a fire ball directly at Toga. She stares at the flames with awe, but Kurogiri warps the attack away. Dabi charges at the manic blonde, anger etched into his face; she readies her knife with a grin. Again, Kurogiri intervenes.

Dabi glowers at Toga, pulling his hand out of the warp gate, “What the hell did you do?”

“What? Is this the wrong person?” she asks.

Toga crouches down and lifts your head by your hair. She sniffs your skin, running her tongue over your cheek. Dabi grinds his teeth. She catches his stiff shoulders in the corner of her eye, tittering gleefully.

“No, this is the right one. I’m sure of it.”

“You damn psycho.”

He sends another blast of fire at her. Toga lets go of you, avoiding the blue flames. Instead, a chair receives the hot end of the ravenette man’s wrath. Kurogiri rushes to extinguish the burning kindle, but Dabi could care less. She cocks her head to the side.

“Don’t you like your surprise, Dabicchi? I brought your love here, and I even made them all pretty for you.”

“You’re insane,” he growls under his breath, “I’ll kill you for this. You’re dead, brat. You’re dead.”

He steps towards Toga, but a low groan from you stops him in his tracks. He looks down at you. Your fingers twitch, the signs of consciousness coming back to you. Dabi shoots Toga a sharp glare. More than anything, he wants to burn that brat to a black crisp for laying a hand on you, but another whimper from you halts him. His soulmate in pain takes precedence. He bends down, carefully taking you into his arms bridal style. Your head lolls back, eyelids fluttering, but you remain unconscious. Dabi pulls you into his chest, snarling at Toga under his breath. She holds her face in her hand, clearly amused by his show of possessiveness.

“What the hell is going on?” Shigaraki asks, “Who is that?”

“Mind your own fucking business.”

Toga giggles as Dabi storms over to the door, swinging it open. Shigaraki narrows his eyes. He steps forward.

“Now, where are you going?”

“Mind. Your. Own. Fucking. Business. And if anyone follows me, I swear to god,” he turns to glare everyone, flames flickering in a warning on his back, “I’ll kill you on sight.”

Dabi walks out into the night, cradling you in his arms. He holds you close and looks at your bloodied face. Your skin looks more pale than he remembers; your lips are dry and cracked too. Still, Dabi presses a kiss to your forehead.

“She’ll pay for this,” he mumbles against your cold skin.

You move your head, breath hitching with pain. Dabi picks up his pace as he walks you to the nearest hospital, glaring at anyone who dares to give him a passing glance. He hides in the bushes and checks his surroundings. No ambulances, nurses, or smokers are hanging around the entrance. He trots up to the emergency ward, then gently lays you on the concrete. He brushes your hair back, caressing your face and smoothing his thumb over your cheek. Your eyelids flutter as consciousness begins to find you. Dabi’s lips quirk into a half smile.

“There you go. Glad to have you back, Doll face.”

You groan once more, eyes blinking blearily. Dabi trots off before your vision fully adjusts. Still, you see a long, black jacket fluttering and blending in with the darkness of the night. You reach your shaking hand out. There’s no doubt with that smoky scent still lingering in your hair. Stretching your arm, you try to grasp at the blackness before your hand falls limp.

#Dabi #dabi bnha #dabi x reader #reader insert #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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macabretrees · 6 years

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Summary: The brothers make amends.

@gabriel-seven! You wanted something w/Fingolfin! Hope you didn’t mind me adding Feanor! Angst with a happy ending! Set in the 4th Age in Valinor. also i’m my own beta so beware! please reblog if you liked it!

He had never stepped foot into Feanor’s forge before, not until now at least.

Though to be fair, he was never allowed to, as Indis had feared he and his siblings would sustain some kind of freak injury. As a child, he’d always thought it was dark and full of fire, like his brother (that was after his childhood dreams of working beside Feanor had been crushed with the older elf’s obvious dislike of him).

Adulthood hadn’t changed his perception either, certainly not when the Silmarils had been created and all but his son’s had been barred from entering the workshop. Consequently he’d adopted his mothers same mindset, and had attempted to keep his own children away from the Forge as long as possible.

It didn’t work of course. Fingon got attached to Maedhros, and Aredhel wanted to hunt. They’d done what they could to dispel the myth about Feanor’s Forge, but Fingolfin had never bought into their reassurances.

Not until today, at least.

Fate must have led him to his brother’s workshop, because he wouldn’t have come on his own accord. Of course there was the fact that he’d been yearning for a confrontation with Feanor the moment he’d found out he’d been reborn. There was so, so much to talk about. The boats...goodness the boats, their childhood...there were so many thing Fingolfin needed to--as his son said-- ‘get off his chest.’

It was clear that his brother would not move to make amends, and in the past Fingolfin would have been bitter, but things had changed. This new age was about peace and forgiveness. All in Valinor, old wounds seemed to heal over, old enemies embraced one another like brothers.

Yet Nolofinwe and Curufinwe couldn’t even dine with one another. In all honestly Fingolfin was tired of it.

So he steeled his nerves and squared his shoulders as he stepped up on his brother’s doorstep. Come in, say his peace, and leave. He repeated this mantra over and over again, musing how he was more nervous at the prospect of speaking to his brother than he’d ever been on the battlefield.

The door seemed to open before he could even knock, the heavy wood creaking slowly and revealing sparking light in the dark corridor. He peaked his head in slowly as the rest of his body followed, and announced himself with a ‘hello’. There was no response, but the enticing demeanor that fell about the workshop was enough to make up for that. Fingolfin found his hands tingling with the need to touch the jewels on display, and some unforeseen force gradually lured him deeper and deeper into the work station.

It was like being in a museum of priceless artifacts, and he elf found himself completely entranced. Time passed slowly as he wove himself deeper and deeper into the maze of art

“No wonder Feanor spend hours in here,” he observed “It’s hard to get out.”

“And he spent time in here because it was one of the few places he could call home.” From behind an empty station--or at least what was an empty station--stood Feanor, hair up and apron tied around his body. If the stains on his apron said anything, he’d been there for hours.

Only Fingolfin hadn’t heard him, and had just now noticed him.

“It’s a spell.” Feanor answered his brother’s question, “I use it to keep….people out.” He averted his gaze then, and returned to the ring he was making.

“I see…” Fingolfin muttered, catching the hidden meaning, “It’s very effective.”

There was a pause that stretched about them, and Fingolfin watched as his brother pretended to return to work. He was no doubt waiting for him to leave. When he didn’t, Feanor sighed.

“Tell me why you’re here?” he demanded, “You’ve never visited before. In fact I didn’t even think you were allowed to come here.”

“I’m no longer a child, The younger elf leaned against one of the cool workstations and crossed his arm, “And is it wrong to want to visit my brother? It’s been years now, and we’ve yet to speak to each other.”

“We spoke together in Mandos,” Feanor reminded him, “We made amends.”

“More like we were forced to speak together, we didn’t make up, we hardly made amends,” Fingolfin hopped off of the table and made his way slowly to his brother, “If we really made amends, then why did your Forge try to keep me out?”

Feanor groaned and let his tools clank on the table, “What do you want?”

“I want to get to know you, the real you,” he said the words without fully processing them, catching the look of shock on Feanor’s face, and feeling his own heart skip a beat. Well, there’s no use in stopping, he thought to himself, you’ve put all your cards on the table now.

So with his brother’s full attention, he continued.

“It’s been years and we are still as close to each other as we were when you threatened to kill me that once. Every day, Elrond tells me of what an amazing elf you are, and if not Elrond, than Fingon. If not Fingon, than Aredhel,” he cried, “But me...I’m the only one who’s not allowed to know you, because for some reason you loathe my--”

“I don’t hate you--” Feanor was quick to interrupt him, much to Fingolfin’s surprise, “I have never hated you. Or your mother or siblings for that matter.” The older elf looked very disturbed at the mere suggestion that he could hate another elf, and his dark brows furrowed against his tan skin as his eyes gleamed with worry. No doubt it conjured up old wounds,

But nevertheless, the younger elf persisted.

“Then if not hate, what?” Fingolfin tried again, “You’ve always seemed lament our very existence.”

“I didn’t ‘lament your existence’,” Feanor explained as he looked towards his brother, “I was grieving.”

“For our entire lives?” The younger elf raised a brow, “When father died, I grieved, we all grieved. But--”

“When father died we were adults and heads of our respective families,” hissed the elf, “We had our families and our friends to rely on. Even with father dead , you had your mother. When my mother died, I had no one. Father was too concerned with wedding your mother to aid me like he should have, I was supposed to move and and act like nothing happened. Can you blame me for acting how I did? And I apologize for how it might have made you, but I won’t apologize for grieving.”

He turned quickly back to his work, though his hands shook with rage and sadness, and he worked quickly and harshly.

The taller elf’s heart dropped. He hadn’t meant to taunt his brother like that, nor had he meant to unnerve buried feelings that should have been left forgotten.

Feanor was right, and he supposed if their situations had been switched, if it were Indis whom had died and he’d been forced to life alone and cope by himself, he would have acted the same. He wanted to slap himself for how stupid he’d been. They’d both been clouded by grief, and had unintentionally hurt the other.

“Fean--” “Please leave my Forge,” he cut him off, expecting his younger brother to protest, “I don’t have the energy now.” “Then you won’t need to use it,” Fingolfin said, “I’m not going to argue or negate what you said. I just want to apologize....apologize for what you went through. I don’t think anyone apologized to you, did they? I think you were forced to accept things too quickly, when you weren’t ready.”

“Thank you, but it’s not your mistake to apologize for.” He grumbled, then added, “But I really am sorry for how I made you and the rest of your siblings feel. I was grieving, but you were children. I never intended to direct my anger towards you all. And if your children are a testament to who you are, it’s a shame I never got to know you. I’ve been blessed to have known Fingon, Aredhel and Elrond as much as I do.” He was honest and sincere, though reluctant to show it. He bowed his head, using his work as an excuse to hide his blush. Yet Fingolfin couldn’t help but smile.

“I can’t speak for them, but I can speak for myself. Knowing what I know now, I wouldn’t have acted differently,” he said, honestly, “but nevertheless, I accept your apology. Though I wish there was something I could do to alleviate what you went through.”

No matter how Feanor had acted towards him, Fingolfin had a happy childhood. In fact his brother’s relationship with him had been a small part of a happy life. Though knowing what the older elf experienced, he sought to help how he could.

Part of him debated on having a serious talk with his mother and father, though figured Feanor wouldn’t take well to the two being reintroduced into his life. Since he came back, he’d cut them off completely. Though he was never fond of Indis to begin with, his distance from Finwe was unexpected.

The older elf simply nodded in understanding, and went back to his work--or attempted to.

“That’s really pretty,” Fingolfin said, eyeing the metal work that his brother tended to, “looks hard.”

Feanor smiled brightly, “It’s actually quite simple. If you’re not busy...I could show you.”

Fingolfin’s heart nearly stopped in his chest as he looked at his brother in disbelief. As a child, he wanted nothing more than to work beside Feanor and learn his craft. As he grew older though, and Feanor’s opinion of him had become obvious, it became silly fantasy.

But now, his brother stood, inviting him to work with him. Genuinely wanting him to work with him.

Fingolfin couldn't help but smile.

“Of course,” he grinned gleefully.

I almost named it after one of Ben Howards songs , but I wanted to save the title for something else. anyway relog if yall liked it!

#fingolfin #feanor #silmarillion #the silmarillion #tolkien #my writing #i'm my own beta so beware

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