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alderaani · 3 years

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the shape of silence

this little fic is a gift for @hobiiwan as part of the @starwarssecretsanta event - i really hope that you like it! thanks so much to @lilhawkeye3 for organising the event, it has been a really lovely thing to look forward to 🥰

summary: it has been two weeks since Nevarro, and Din is still trying to wrap his head around the quest he’s been given. he lands the Crest on a remote, wintery planet so that he can regroup and get his bearings | also readable on AO3

warnings: none, this is just a little fluffy winter-themed piece!

It’s too quiet. There’s the rumbling of the engine of course, the ever-present beat of the Crest’s mechanical heart, but apart from that…there is nothing. The deafening quiet of space lingers on the edge of his mind, like a predator hovering just out of sight. It sounds like it always does, after the bounty has been brought on board and sealed in carbonite, when Din is left exactly how he likes things. Alone, with his own thoughts.

Except this time, he isn’t. Silence, it turns out, can be very deceptive.

There is a clank somewhere deep in the hold and Din jumps, tripping over the corner of a storage crate and dropping the tarp he’d been trying to look under.

“Come on, kid…” he mutters, running a flustered hand over the top of his helmet. “Don’t do this to me.”

Something else rattles, ringing sharply through the durasteel. Somewhere in the gloom a little satisfied giggle echoes, a funny trilling sound that makes him smile through the sharp exasperation in his chest. Din sighs, slumping against the crate.

“I know you’re in there,” he tells the selection of equipment around him. There is no answer, but the silence feels bated, interested. Like someone is listening. “You’ve got to come out sooner or later.”

There is another giggle and the sound of many small things tinkling as they fall. Din groans and tips his head back.

“Anything you spill, you clean up on this ship,” he says, trying to be threatening, but even he can hear the defeat in his own voice. When there is more suspiciously long silence, he sighs again and crouches, lifting up the edge of the tarp and turning his heat sensors back on. Cold blue shapes swim muzzily on the HUD, and he’s just about to give up again and move on when a patch of orange flashes by. The little womp rat is back here all right, just as he suspected. A little bloom of relief spreads headily through him, but it’s not enough to dull the panic that has plagued him for the past several hours, from the moment he turned around in the pilot’s chair and realised the kid had vanished.

The orange blur solidifies into a dense blob of red as the child comes out from behind more of the junk that Din has accumulated on jobs. Odds and ends mostly, things bounties had with them when they were taken and he’d kept because they’d looked useful. Boxes of scrap so that he can put the Crest back together when it is inevitably damaged. Stuff one absolutely would not want a small, overly curious infant to have full unrestrained access to. Din has seen the kid put a live frog into his mouth, so his opinion of the little gremlin’s judgement is not especially high. He keeps meaning to clear up, but he has yet to figure out how to baby proof a ship when the baby in question can move things with his mind.

The Razor Crest is not a big ship, but Din has quickly learned that that is very much a matter of perspective. He’d buckle the kid down if he thought it would work, but those little fingers are fast; he figured out the controls on his sleeping pod almost before Din did. The fact of the matter is that the child does not get put anywhere. He will tolerate being placed, if Din is lucky. Today he wasn’t.

The patch of glowing red shifts as Din watches. The child stoops, one small clawed hand reaching out to paw at the ground.

“I can see you, kid.” The red blob straightens, and then the shape of two large ears rotate in his direction. “Yeah, that’s right. We’re landing soon, get out here.”

There is a questioning chirp, and then the child is moving, emerging from the gloom. Din flicks off the heat sensors and looks down into a pair of large brown eyes as a body shuffles up to his leg and latches on to the fabric of his trousers with one hand. The other is closed tight, but Din catches a glint of silver through his fingers.

“Hey, what have you got there?” He plucks the kid up by the back of his robe and tucks him into the crook of one arm, then holds his free hand in front of his face, palm up. “Come on, hand it over.”

The kid makes no verbal response, but his ears flick down once, a dismissal if Din has ever seen one.

“I’m not negotiating,” Din says sternly, but it’s all a lie. He’s already starting to sweat a little at the look the kid gives him.

The child’s ears flicker again before he looks impassively out across the hold, hand held protectively against his midriff. Din keeps up the stalemate for a few moments, then hears something beep urgently in the cockpit. He sighs.

“Look, you give me whatever that is and I feed you. Sound good?”

This makes the child look up almost instantly, shifting in Din’s arms with a soft eager crowing noise. His hand twitches, and Din holds his breath. Then the cockpit beeps again and Din curses, half turning back towards the ladder. The kid has started making innocent burbling noises and is sitting placidly in Din’s arms, as if he hasn’t just dragged a seasoned bounty hunter on a several hour goose chase through the hull.

“I’ll double the jerky,” he pleads, patting the pouch on his belt for emphasis. “Come on kid, work with me here.”

The child grins. His little hand comes up and releases a collection of knuts and wire ends into Din’s palm, which he stows quickly into a pocket. He knows that he lost this round, but he’ll take whatever he can get at this point, so long keeps the kid alive and relatively out of trouble.

They get back into the cockpit just in time for the Crest to drop out of hyperspace, a shuddering rumble and then a familiar lurch sending him scrambling for the controls. There is a breathless, weightless moment as the sweeping dome of a planet materialises below, blotting out the stars. Din studies it quickly. Swirling grey clouds roiling within atmo, and where they break, mottled landscapes of white and green. He checks the navi-computer again for its name: Ayarth 4, cold, settled by mining colonies, covered in forest. Remote enough that not even Din knows it, because bounties clearly don’t stray here often. Perfect, in other words, for anyone that wants to lay low for a while.

As he sits in the pilot’s seat and sets the controls back to manual, Din feels a slight tugging on his boots and glances down to find the kid scaling his leg. He huffs out a laugh and moves his thigh so the womp rat can get a better grip, then can’t help the smile that spreads across his face when the kid drags himself into his lap and promptly sprawls, huffing as he draws his feet up under his robe out of the cold.

“You actually gonna take a nap, huh?” he asks, by now starting to recognise the sleepy droop to the child’s big brown eyes. It never happens when he hopes it will, but right now suits him just fine. The kid doesn’t say anything, but he curls his hand over the lip of Din’s thigh guard and rests his head on the exposed fabric, which seems answer enough.

As he lowers the ship into atmo and starts scanning the frozen ground for signs of civilization, Din reaches down to gently worry one of the baby’s ears between his fingers, sighing heavily to himself. The child weighs next to nothing, but he feels every ounce of the small body curled into his.

The silence presses back in, interrupted this time by the roaring wind outside and the whining groan of the engines, but Din feels it all the same. He’s never minded quiet; when they were young Paz had always been the talker when necessary, happy to utilise the attention his size bestowed upon him so naturally. Din has always preferred to watch. He can read a person’s body, know exactly how they will move next in a fight, but words have too many faces.

Now though...now the silence feels too empty. He knows the deep abyss of space intimately - the feeling of great nothingness and infinite possibility stretching out in front of him. Has welcomed it, even. But there has always been something to go back to, in the past. A tether binding him to the rest of the galaxy throughout the solitary weeks and months drifting through stars. Now though, the covert is gone. They might reassemble, in time, but he has no way to find them even if they do, and so many will be gone. He has his mission, and that alone has kept him going through the two lonely weeks since Nevarro, the image of those piles of empty beskar seared into his mind.

He’s self aware enough to know that he’s running, though. Panicking, almost. When they left, he was just trying to put as much distance between himself and the planet below in case of any straggling imperials that might try to follow their trail. Now they’re just drifting between fuel stations as he tries to fit his head around finding a people he has never heard of, let alone seen. A ‘race of enemy sorcerers’ no less...all he has to work with is a name, Jedi, and the way the kid’s ears perk up when he says it. He’s good at tracking people, good at chasing them to the far reaches of the galaxy and dragging them back to wherever they belong. But this feels like catching smoke.

The kid snuffles in his sleep and his ears twitch as debris thumps against the hull. Din watches his eyelids flicker as he dreams and sighs, directing the Crest down towards a clearing. It’s maybe a mile away from where he can see lights and dwellings nestled among the trees. Far enough away to be discrete, close enough that they can run if he needs.

Dusk is falling when he lands, casting long blue shadows against the white ground. The sky, fractured and fragmented by trees, is bleeding purple and orange from a blood red sun. As the Crest settles the snow hisses, steam billowing up around the hot engines and drifting across the windshield. The baby stirs, blinking sleepily up at Din as he runs cool down checks and flips the safety switches, locking out his codes and setting everything to standby.

“Sorry, kid,” he murmurs, settling one hand at the back of his head. It’s too much to hope that he will go back to sleep. Already his ears are pricking, his head swivelling to focus on the little of the landscape visible through the transparisteel. Din thinks that his eyes are distant sometimes - not absent, but focusing on things that he cannot see. Going beyond. It wouldn’t surprise him if the baby’s strange powers allowed him to see through walls. He can already lift beasts, strangle people and heal them with his mind - what’s one more impossible thing?

Din lifts the child off his lap and sets him in his pod, leaving him to wake up more fully as he heads back into the hold and opens the weapons cache, gearing up in quick, practised motions. The new weight of the jetpack on his shoulders is still a thrill. His last blessing from Armourer. An affirmation that this is the right path, wherever it leads.

As he slings his rifle over his shoulder there is a little chirp. He looks down in time to see the kid’s pod bump gently into the open cache door; the child has his eyes closed and brow furrowed in concentration, his hand raised. Din looks at his gauntlet and sees a little red light blinking on the pod control panel, one that he definitely did not switch on, and sighs, feeling his heart sink.

“Very clever, kid,” he says, even as he resigns himself to never being able to find the child again. “I take it that means you’re ready to go?”

The kid chirps again, giving him a toothy grin that falters into open amazement as the ramp hisses and lowers, revealing a world of muffled, glittering white. Snow has started falling again, a breaker of clouds rolling in to chase out the sunset and bringing the weather change with it. Din stops to wedge a spare scrap of fabric into the pod, looking critically at the child’s ears. He usually keeps the scraps on hand to clean his blasters, but they’ll do for this purpose too.

The kid makes a funny crowing noise, reaching towards all that white, and tilts his head up at Din in silent demand.

“You’ve never seen snow before, huh? It’s cold, so keep that on. And let me know if your ears hurt.” He steps forward and fiddles with the pod controls so that that baby will stay level with him. “Best way to explain it is just to get out there. Come on.”

He finds himself almost excited as he steps out from under the metal plates of the Crest’s belly, keeping half an eye on the kid as he scans their surroundings for any hidden threat. The kid’s mouth opens in toothy delight, his brown eyes going big and dark and intense as he stares up into the darkening sky and the maze of swirling white. His little breaths puff up into the air and he reaches for it, babbling when it slides through his fingers and dissipates into the dusk.

Then, his ears twitch, a quick reflexive motion. The kid turns to look behind him, then makes a disgruntled noise when there’s nothing there. His head tilts as he turns back to this new, interesting landscape, then his ears twitch again, flapping in a manner reminiscent of a sneeze. Din feels a smile creep onto his face as a large snowflake lands on the curve of the baby’s left ear, waiting with bated breath. He can’t stop the laugh ripping out of his throat when sure enough, the ears twitch again.

The kid whines, reaching up to cover his ears with his claws.

“It’s just the snow. It’s like rain, see?” Din says, still chuckling. He lets several flakes settle onto the back of one glove and holds it in front of the kid’s face, watching those clever little eyes latch onto the melting spots of white. The child reaches out to touch and makes a noise of consternation when the snow vanishes, bringing his hand to his mouth. “Yeah you got it, kid. It’s just water.”

He turns back to the Crest and makes sure the ramp retracts, listening for the tell-tale triple click that means the lock has engaged. Mining communities tend to be insular, but not unpleasant. Not scavengers. He doubts there will be any trouble, but then, he thought that the kid would be a regular job, if high stakes. He’s quite done with surprises.

His breath bounces around the inside of his helmet, his boots creaking as they break through the frozen shell of the snow. It’s been a long time since he saw a view like this, even longer since he got to enjoy it.

“I say we head into the settlement and see if we can get some food. What do you think?” He says, turning back to the kid. He’s in time to see his closed eyes, to hear a coo of deep concentration - but what really gets his attention is the small wall of snow shooting towards the child’s outstretched hand.

“No, kid - wait!”

It’s too late. The force of the incoming snow sends the pod skittering, the child within flying backwards with a squeal as he is painted head to toe in white. He shakes his head like a dog, ears springing free. It’s the most disgruntled Din has ever seen him.

“Bet you’re not gonna do that again, huh?” he chuckles, righting the pod and sweeping out the worst of the mess.

The kid just holds his arms out, ears drooping as a lump of snow slides off the tip of his nose. Din huffs out a laugh and picks him up, tucking him under one arm and fishing out the blanket to drape over his legs.

“When we come back later I’ll show you how to make snowballs. You had the right idea, but we’ve gotta work on your technique.” The kid huffs. “You’ve got to admit it was a little bit funny. Now, how about that food?”

The kid coos and settles his weight down, ears lifting as they set off through the trees. Din hones in on the distant flashes of strung up lights and squat houses, a warm orange glow fracturing off the ice. The child curls into the crook of his arm, now content to watch this new world unveil itself instead of bringing it to him, his face scrunching with every breath of wind. As they walk, he winds one small hand around Din’s thumb, his fingers worrying at the smooth orange leather.

Silence falls again, amplified by the way snow muffles everything, suspending them in a long unblemished moment.

But this time, with the kid in his arms and the path stretching out in front of them, Din’s mind settles, crystallizing around the most important truth.

Wherever it may take him, this is exactly where he’s meant to be.

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fallen420 · 4 years

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Rebel Spy - Chapter 6: A Simple Supply Run

Description: Auroras life becomes lonely after the war ends but when a familiar Mandalorain needs her help who is she to refuse.

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"Okay Okay, I got a story for you," I laugh as Mando and I sit at the table during another sleepless night.

"Let's hear it," Mando says.

"Okay, so we had been at the bar all night. So were stumbling out drinks still in hand. The streets are empty and it's just us and my friend decided they want to steal a street sign." Mando titles his head, "Okay I decided I wanted a street sign. So anyway we're trying to climb up the sign to take it down but we were drunk so we could barely walk. And then these alarms go off and it's loud. When we turn around there's a droid cop. So my friend in panic throws his glass on the ground I mean glass and alcohol go everywhere and he yells Scatter!" I laugh at the memory, "Okay so then we book it all different directions. And of course, the stupid droid ends up follow me." I start laughing thinking about it

Mando laughs lightly, "What did you do?"

"I ran to an ally and threw a rock at its head."

"Of course you did."

"Next thing I remember I'm waking up in my room with a pounding headache." He chuckles, I sit up, "We were so young and-"

"Stupid."

"Oh shut up target practice."

"Long time ago." He reminds me.

"You would have loved Alderaan, this prompts a head tilt, " You wouldn't like all the people but uh we could get you a cabin on the mountains. Not the snowy ones though the ones with the patches of green. Hypothetically of course 'cause it's...gone." I whisper the last part. I look up at him, "Sorry didn't mean to kill the mood."

"Don't apologize cyar'ika."

I want to ask what it means but I know he won't tell me. Instead, I look into his visor and say, "I bet you have brown eyes." I rest my chin in my hand.

"What makes you say that?"

"I don't know. It just feels right. Plus I've uh always preferred brown eyes."

He looks-I think- into my brown eyes, "So do I."

I could of died right then and there.

"Oh," I breathe out.

He places his gloveless hand on top of mine and I stop breathing altogether.

He's about to say something and then the kid starts crying. We both sigh, "I should get that."

"Yeah," much to my disappointment he stands up, removing his hand, and walking back to his room. "Good night cyar'ika."

"Good night."

I climb onto the cot and the second I do the kid stops crying, "I can't believe that you would do that to me." I whisper to the kid and he has the audacity to giggle at me. "Don't laugh at me I will toss you off this cot."

I look in the mirror at injuries to my face. My nose as pretty much healed and there are faint bruises on my eyes and check. I touch along the bruises wincing a little at the pain. I've had worse. A lot worse. But it's been a long time since I've taken a punch to the face.

Ever since it happened however Mando has been a little overprotective. I mean he follows me around every scared it's gonna happen again.

I walk out of the fresher and he's sitting at the table cleaning his blasters, "I need to make a supply run."

He doesn't even look up, "No."

"We're not gonna make it to the next planet."

"We'll be fine."

"No we won't unless you're planning on starving."

"We won't starve."

"Are you gonna hunt us some food? Mando, we have like 3 rations left."

"I'll go."

"What kind of food does the kid like to eat?"

Ever since I got here he hasn't had to worry about that stuff. Yes this kid loves eating whatever frogs are outside but he also makes me buy a specific kind.

"You're not going alone."

"It'll take me less than an hour." No response, "Mando, we need food, water, clothes, and to refill our med kit." Nothing, "I can take care of myself."

"I'm going with you."

"Don't you think that'll draw attention?"

"I can't risk you getting taken again."

"Well, actually when you think about I got taken at the ship so it might be safer for me to go on a quick supply run."

"Aurora, I'm serious."

"Fine but we're gonna have to bring the kid 'cause I don't trust him here alone."

I hold onto the kid as we walk into the nearest city.

"What do we need?" Mando asks.

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"We're literally out of everything."

He sighs, "Don't let your guard down there are people out there looking for us."

"Got it."

The city is full of life. There are vendors, shops, people are everywhere. I want to look at everything.

I walk over to a booth full of jewelry. My eyes glance over the shiny accessories.

"I thought we were here for important stuff."

"This is important."

I spot a booth with flower crowns and I speed walk over there, "You get distracted easier than the child."

"Shut up target practice."

"Stop calling me that."

I pick up a pink and white very simple pink and white flower crown, "How much?" I ask the vendor.

"Three credits." I take the credits out of my pocket and give them to the vendor. "Thank you."

I smile and place the crown on my head, "Let's go."

"Dried frogs?"

"Yes, they're the kids favorite." The kid coos at the sight of them, "See?" Mando pays for the food and we leave the shop, "Okay we got everything we can head back to the razor crest now. I mean I did however see a restaurant earlier."

"Aurora-"

"Come one I haven't had a good meal in weeks."

"Fine."

I smile in success

As we walk to the restaurant people move out of our way, "Okay, I could definitely get used to people staying from me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean people automatically move out of our way and weird guys don't hit on me."

"Does that happen to you a lot?"

"Not since I started hanging out with a Mandalorian. Here it is!" I walk into the restaurant. Mando walks in behind me and everyone stares. I ignore it and I sit in the nearest booth.

I put the kid down in between me and the wall. Mando sits across from us.

"What can I get you?" The waiter asks starring at Mando a little too long.

"Bone broth for the kid and a sandwich for me."

"How about you?" She practically coos at Mando.

Oh no not again. That feeling is back. I gotta stop this, he's a Mandalorian its probably against their code anyway.

"Aurora?" I hear pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Mhm?"

"You okay there? You dozed off."

"Uh fine just uh thinking."

"About?"

You.

"Nothing." The kid starts to coo before climbing into my lap once he gets settled he giggles, "Little womp rat."

"He likes you."

"You would think so he never leaves me alone," I say with a laugh. I look down at his big eyes and his big ears, "Maybe I like him too." The waiter brings us our food lingering for a little too long. I had the kid his tiny bowl and I take a bite of my food, "She likes you."

"No, she doesn't."

"Really? Then why is she staring?"

"Maybe she hasn't seen a Mandalorian before."

"Or maybe she has a thing for them." He tilts his head, "What? Don't look at me like you know somebody does. I mean I wouldn't blame them."

No, it's his turn to get flustered. I smile before taking another bite.

"Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Have a thing for Mandalorian's?"

Before I can answer a man and a woman walk inside. They each have a tracking forb which start blinking at soon as they walk in.

"Shit."

"What?"

"Two bounty hunters. I'm almost certain those tracking forbs are for us."

"Let's go."

"Wait if we run out of here don't you think we'll draw attention to ourselves."

"Either way it's a bad idea."

"Okay, I'll go first you follow." I hide the kid in my jacket, slowly standing up, and walking out of there trying to draw the least amount of attention. Then the kid laughs, "Shh." But it's too late the bounty hunters already have their blasters drawn.

I draw mine and Mando draws his. The girl is pointing her's at me and the man has his pointed at Mando.

The waiters and customers either run out the door and hide under the tables and behind the bar.

"Let's make this easy," She says, "Give us the kid. No one gets hurt."

"No," Mando and I say at the same time.

"Suit yourself."

They both shoot. I get down and hid under the table in front of me. I hear more shooting. I come out and shoot the girl in the shoulder. She shoots at me again and I hide. I come out again to see Mando and the guy in a very intense fight.

Mando throws him across the room. He hits the wall knocking him out. This pisses off the girl she shoots Mando but it just bounces off his armor. I shoot her again this time in the leg. She falls to the ground in pain. I walk up behind her hitting her in the head with my blaster knocking her out. I grab the tracking forb off her hip and Mando gets his. We grab our stuff and go.

The walk back to the ship is mostly silent.

"Wait."

Mando stops walking and turns around, "What?"

"We didn't pay." He turns back to keep walking, "It's the least we could of done."

When we get back to the ship I put everything we bought away. I place the flower crown that someone said intake during the fight on my cot before going up to the cockpit.

"The tracking forbs?"

"Destroyed them?"

"Good." I sit down.

"The kid?"

"Asleep. He has a very eventful day." I yawn feeling the tiredness take over my body.

"You should some sleep too, cyar'ika."

Maybe its because I'm too tired to actually think but I finally ask him, "What does that mean?"

He stiffness, "Nothing."

"It's Mando'a right?"

"Yeah."

"Then what does-"

"It doesn't mean anything."

"Fine but I'll get it out of you one day." I end up drifting off to sleep in the chair.

I crawl out of bed careful not to wake the sleeping women next to me. I put on a robe and walk onto the balcony. You could see the whole city from here. The busy streets. The people going on about their life.

"What are you doing?" She asks now standing behind me.

"Just enjoying the view."

We look back out onto the view together. Then we see a weird light in the sky.

"Hey what is that?"

Then nothing.

I wake up breathing heavily from the recurring nightmare. Mando turns around quickly, "What wrong?"

"Nothing just a uh- bad dream that's all."

I haven't dreamt about her in years. Why now?

"Oh. Do you wanna- talk about it?" he struggles to get that last part out.

"It's just sometimes I dream that uh I was on Alderaan when it happened." I don't mention the girl I used to love because she's in the past and this is my future.

He thinks for a long time before saying, "You have survivors guilt. I uh had it too. You dream about it because you think you should of been there it should of been you instead. I used to get the same kind of dreams."

"Oh."

He says this part quieter, "You can't feel bad for things out of our control, cyar'ika."

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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🎃 Frightful October Act V, #15 ~ School (Gon F. & Killua Z.)

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Genre: Supernatural, Fluff, Family, Slice of Life, High School AU

Word Count: 3,746

Pairing: Gon, Reader x Killua

World: Hunter x Hunter

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BANG!

Hearing the loud noise coming from the living room, you shot up from your chair and rushed down the stairs. Your eyes landed on your younger brother. He was on his back on the floor with a vase broken beside him. Killua stood over him, looking guilty. It was obvious to you that they had been wrestling again and it got out of hand.

You kneeled beside your brother, eyes scanning for any injuries. “Are you okay?”

He sat up, rubbing the back of his head as he offered you a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I’m okay!”

You turned your attention to his best friend, whose pale cheeks turned pink at the attention. “And you, Killua? Any injuries?”

He quickly shook his head. “I’m sorry, it was my fault!”

You chuckled, ruffling his white locks. “It’s okay as long as both of you are safe. Go on upstairs, I’ll clean this mess up.”

Gon threw his arms around your neck and kissed your cheek. “Thanks, Y/N!”

You smiled as the two ran out of the room and up the stairs. Being the older sibling wasn’t always easy, but you were happy. Gon is such a sweet kid. He’s the best sibling you could have ever asked for so you were more than happy to look after him. Killua was his best friend and he, too, is a really sweet kid.

Carefully, you picked up the large chunks of the vase and spread them out on the kitchen table. The way it had hit the ground had prevented it from shattering, so it should be easy to patch up. You grabbed the superglue and got to work. It wouldn’t be perfect again, but the cracks just added character to it in your opinion.

After you finished gluing it, you left it to dry, leaving a piece of paper nearby in case someone tried to touch it or pick it up.

‘Now, what should I make for dinner?’ you hummed thoughtfully as you looked through the cabinet. ‘I know, I’ll make some pasta and garlic bread!’ With a smile, you got to work.

When the sauce started to bubble, you reduced the heat so it could simmer. You placed another pot beside it, full of water, and turned the heat on medium-high. The sound of footsteps reached your ears as the two boys descended the stairs. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing the two peeking around the doorway. They quickly pulled back when and you smiled, returning to the task at hand.

The two boys talked in hushed whispers, going back and forth trying to decide who would approach you. They finally decided to use rock-paper-scissors to settle it and Killua lost. With a frown, he slowly stepped into the kitchen while Gon ran back upstairs.

You glanced at him as you stirred the sauce. “Something wrong, Killua?”

“Can I help you?” he asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“If you want, you can put the garlic bread in the oven. Careful not to burn yourself.”

He nodded and approached the freezer, pulling the box out and reading over the instructions. As he put tinfoil over the pan, he glanced at you nervously. You were now sitting at the table, stretching your arms above your head.

“Ne, Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry about breaking the vase,” he apologized, arranging the bread on the tray. “I hope it wasn’t an antique or something.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you smiled. “Dad brought it home from one of his business trips, but I don’t think it’s special or anything. I fixed it already, anyway, so no worries.”

“That’s good,” he smiled, opening the oven and carefully sliding the tray onto the rack. He hesitated as he turned to look at you, shoving his hands into the pockets of his tan shorts. “Do you have any plans for tomorrow?”

“Janey asked me to come to her movie marathon but there are already five people going, one of which I don’t really see eye to eye with. What about you and Gon? Are you going trick-or-treating with your friends?”

Killua’s nose wrinkled. “We’re not kids anymore, Y/N! We’re in our first year of high school.”

You chuckled at that. “You don’t have to be a kid to enjoy it. Actually, why don’t the three of us go together? I wouldn’t mind bumming some of your candy.”

Blood rushed to his cheeks at the thought and he quickly turned so you wouldn’t see. “Actually, Gon and I already decided what we wanted to do.”

“Ah, I see,” your smile fell a bit, the excitement leaving you like air from a balloon. “Well, just promise me you’ll both be safe and stay out of trouble, okay?”

“Go with us!” he said suddenly, whipping out to meet your eyes. “I-If you want to, I mean…”

You looked at him in surprise, resting your cheek in your palm. “What are you guys planning to do?”

“One of our classmates told us this story about the school. He said that tomorrow is the anniversary of a girl who died in bathroom thirteen years ago on Halloween night,” he took a step forward, eyes shining with excitement as he recalled the tale. “It’s a full moon, too! We’re determined to find the ghost and see if the rumors are true.”

You sweatdropped at his enthusiasm. “Killua, the bread…”

“Shoot!” he whipped around, putting on an oven mitt before pulling the tray out of the oven. You moved to stand behind him, looking over his shoulder at the damage. The bread was darker than it should be, but it wasn’t burnt.

“Not too bad,” you commented, making his body tense at how close you were to him. “If you’re both okay with it, I’d love to join you.”

He nodded. “Gon was hoping you’d come with us. He’s kinda scared.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there to protect both of you!”

Killua’s heart raced in his chest and he found himself leaning back against you, his hand resting on your arm. He couldn’t stop the smile that lit up his face.

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The next night, the three of you headed to the school. Killua went to climb the gate but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “If we go in the front, someone will probably see us.”

“How do we get inside then?” he frowned.

“Follow me,” you patted his shoulder before following the concrete wall that surrounded the school. You stepped off the sidewalk, following the alley of grass on the right side of the school until you came to a large set of rose bushes near the back wall. Carefully pushing them apart to avoid the thorns, you place your foot on the bottom of the wall and pushed until a small section gave way, falling to the grass on the other side. “Careful of the bushes on the other side.”

“How do you know about that?” Gon asked, curiously.

“Let’s just say, I was a pretty bad student in my first year.”

The two exchanged a look before approaching the hole. Gon went first, followed by Killua. You did your best to hold the bushes apart while going through, but the thorns did get your legs in a few places.

“Okay, what about getting inside the school?” Killua asked.

“That’s easy! The janitor is a smoker, but the principal doesn’t like him to smoke while he’s on school grounds, so he does it at night while he’s cleaning. He always smokes at the same window on the second floor, and leaves it open so the smoke won’t stick around inside the hallway.”

“The second floor?” Gon tilted his head. “How do we get up there?”

“There’s a cherry tree right by the window. We can easily climb it and get inside.”

“Just how much trouble did you get into as a first-year?” Killua raised a brow at you.

You sweatdropped, choosing to ignore his question as you approached the tree. Most of the orange and yellow leaves had fallen from its branches, littering the earth below. The petals, usually a soft pink in the spring, were now a snowy white, reflecting the cold air that hung over the town.

You swung your leg over the thick branch leading toward the window and held your hand out towards the boys. Gon slipping his hand into yours, placing a foot on the trunk of the tree. You gave a quick tug, helping him up onto the branch. He crouched, holding onto your hand as he slowly moved toward the open window. Once he was safely inside, you held out your hand for Killua. He took the same stance that Gon did, hopping into the window.

Once the three of you were safely inside the building, you set your bag onto the floor, pulling out a flashlight for each of you. You also brought some water, snacks, a first aid kit, and a few other small items.

“Woah,” Killua leaned over, peering into the bag. “You really came prepared.”

Gon reached in, pulling out a small rectangular box with a small LCD screen and some buttons. “What is this?”

“That’s a spirit box. It scans the FM and AM bands along with white noise, where spirit voices seemingly are able to form words,” you explained. “It’s been used by some of the top paranormal investigators.”

“I didn’t know you knew so much about all of this stuff,” Gon’s eyes sparkled with admiration and you laughed, ruffling his hair.

“I really don’t. After the two of you fell asleep last night, I stayed up watching a bunch of paranormal videos so I could research the top. Get a feel for what to look for and what to expect. The spirit box belongs to a classmate of mine, Ami. She’s really into the paranormal. She started the Paranormal Research club in her first year! She was bummed that she couldn’t join us tonight.”

“How come?” Gon asked.

“She had to take her baby sister trick-or-treating, then she has to babysit her while her parents are at a business party.”

“That sucks,” Killua folded his hands behind head and started to walk down the hall. You clicked on your flashlight and followed.

“I also researched the story you told me. It’s accurate for the most part,” you commented, shining the flashlight across the hall. “A girl did die here thirteen years ago today, and there have been numerous sightings of a ghostly apparition throughout the years. The strange thing is that no one was able to determine how she died. It was labeled as ‘mysterious circumstances’. A lot of people speculated that it was suicide, while others are convinced that she made contact with a demon that night.”

“D-Demon?” Gon squeaked, holding onto your hand tightly.

‘Oops, guess I shouldn’t have told him that part,’ You smiled down at him. “It’s just a story, Gon, don’t worry. Demons don’t exist.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking up at you with watery eyes.

“A hundred percent sure!”

He nodded, but it was obvious that he was still a bit worried.

You frowned, giving his hand a squeeze. ‘Maybe letting them come here was a bad idea. What if they have nightmares?’ “Let’s find a spot to try out the spirit box. Then we can go home and spend the rest of the night watching movies and binging on snacks.”

Killua caught on to what you were doing. “Sounds good to me. I’m kinda getting bored already.”

“Where should we try? The cafeteria?”

“It happened on the third floor, right?” Killua jabbed his thumb in the direction of the stairs. “Let’s just pick a classroom up there.”

The three of you headed up the stairs. As soon as your foot landed on the third floor, you felt like you were being watched. The entire school was dark, naturally, but the end of the hallway seemed impossibly dark like no light could penetrate it. Gon didn’t notice the change in the atmosphere, but you certainly did. You exchanged a worried look with Killua, who gave you a reassuring smile. Even so, you could see the worry in his eyes.

“This one is unlocked!” Gon called, sliding open the door to class 3-C. You followed him inside, the beam of light sweeping over the empty desks. You were so used to seeing the desks full of students that it was eerie to see it empty now.

You set your bag down onto the teacher’s desk, rifling through it for the USB speaker.

“Soo~ how do we use that thing?” Killua asked, hopping up to sit beside the bag as he watched you closely.

“Ami said I just needed to plug it into the speaker and turn it on.” You did as she instructed, jumping at the sudden sound of loud static coming through the speaker. You placed your hand over your heart, feeling it beat against your chest.

“Maybe turn it down a bit…” Killua winced, plugging his ears with his fingers.

“Yeah…” you decreased the volume before setting it down on the desk beside Killua. It started to scan the radio stations at a high speed. “Now we ask questions and see if anything answers back.”

Gon tilted his head to the side, his index finger resting on his chin. “What do we ask?”

You hummed, thoughtfully. “Is anyone with us tonight?”

The three of you looked expectantly at the box.

“Nothing is happening,” Gon whispered, bouncing on his toes.

Killua poked it. “Maybe it’s broken.”

You leaned over the desk, resting your chin in your hand. “Ami said that it takes a lot of energy for spirits to speak with us, so nothing might come through. If anything is here at all, that is.”

Killua scowled, poking the box again. “Come on, say something!”

A feminine voice came through, but it was too distorted to understand the words.

“Did you catch that?” Killua asked, glancing at Gon.

“Nope.”

“It was a feminine voice,” you mused, leaning closer to the box. “Can you say that again, please?”

“H̸̻̓e̷̖͘ĺ̵̼p̵̧̉,” the whispered word sent a chill down all of your spines.

Killua swallowed hard, grasping your arm. “Did it just…”

“I… I think so,” you released a breath, glancing at your baby brother. He was shaking. You cleared your throat and put on a smile, patting him with your free arm. “What is it you need help with? I’m not the brightest crayon in the box, but my grades are average!”

“Didn’t you just fail your algebra test?” Killua deadpanned.

“That’s neither here nor there, Killua!”

He laughed loudly and you scowled.

A tugging on the hem of your shirt made you glanced down at Gon, who was staring at the supply closet with wide eyes. “What is it, Gon?”

“I heard something…” he mumbled, softly, his gaze not leaving the closet.

You pulled your arm free from Killua and stood up straight, picking up the flashlight. As you approached the closet at the back of the room, it felt like your hair was standing on end, goosebumps erupting across your flesh. You lifted your hand toward the handle.

Just as your fingers made contact, a clear voice came through the spirit box. “No!”

“‘No’ what?” Killua’s brow furrowed as he looked down at the box.

The voice made your heart speed up as the feeling of being watched returned. You swallowed. “Do you… not want me to open the closet?”

“D̵̺̽o̴̦̚ṇ̵̚’̵̱̀ţ̵͘,” the voice was distorted again as if it had used all of its energy on saying no.

Something slammed against the closet door and you jumped back, dropping the flashlight. It rolled across the uneven floor, casting eerie shadows on the wall. Unparalleled dread filled your entire body, something deep inside telling you that you needed to get out. Your father had always taught you and Gon to trust your instincts no matter what, and you refused to put the boys in danger.

You speed-walked to the front of the room, where you turned the spirit box off and shoved it into the bag along with the speaker. “Let’s go home, it’s getting late.” Both boys agreed without resistance and all of you left the classroom. You slid the door closed and turned around to head for the stairs.

It happened so fast you almost didn’t register it. A black shadowy vine shot out from the darkness at the end of the hall, wrapping tight around your ankle and tugging hard. With a surprised shriek, you fell to the linoleum floor. The impact left your chin throbbing, blood dripping from the cut on your lip. You felt dazed, like you were in a dream.

The vine started to pull you into the darkness. The boys, who had been previously frozen in shock, rushed forward, each grabbing onto an arm and pulling. When that didn’t work, Killua tried pulling the vine off, but it only tightened around your ankle. You tried to grab your bag, but it was just out of reach.

“Killua, my bag!”

“Forget the bag!”

“It has a pocket knife in it!”

He ran to the bag, turning it upside down, the contents scattering across the floor. The pocket knife landed in front of you and you wasted no time flicking it open and turning over.

“Get off of me!” you screamed, slamming the blade down onto the vine, expecting it to break apart.

“…nothing happened.” Killua sweatdropped.

“I noti~ced!” The vine gave a tug halfway through the word, sending you sliding across the floor toward the darkness. You kicked and struggled to no avail as you got closer to the endless void at the end of the hall. ‘Shit, what do I do?!’

“N̵̲̍o̶̗͊,”

The same icy voice from the spirit box now echoed throughout the hall. A figure materialized in front of you, glowing white from head to toe. It looked like a young girl, around the same age as the boys. You couldn’t see her face because she was standing in front of you, but her black hair fell in gentle waves to her mid-back. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her body flickered in and out of sight, like a light whose battery was dying.

She turned toward you, an annoyed look on her face. Her mouth did not move, but you heard her voice clear as day in your head. ‘Lend me your energy.’

‘M-My energy?’ you swallowed. ‘Ami said it’s dangerous to allow a spirit to take my energy, but… I have to protect Gon and Killua!’

‘If you want to protect them,’ her voice echoed in your head as she glanced at the two boys behind you, frozen in fear. She reached her hand out to you. ‘Give me your energy.’

‘I have to protect them, no matter what the cost,’ Determined to do just that, you placed your hand in hers.

The glow around her increased until it engulfed the entire hallways. It was so bright that you had to close your eyes. The coldness you felt slowly started to fade as the hallway grew warm. Your head started to spin and the last thing you heard before plunging into darkness was her soft voice in your head, ‘Thank you.’

2 Hours Later

Your eyes fluttered open, squinting at the bright light above you. ‘Where am I?’ you wondered, pushing yourself up into a sitting position.

“Y/N!”

Gon and Killua ran at you, jumping onto the bed and throwing their arms around your body. Tears fell from Gon’s eyes, soaking your neck and the collar of your shirt.

“I was so worried!” he sobbed, his body shaking.

You wrapped your arms around both of them, holding them tightly. “Are you okay, Gon?” He nodded and you turned to Killua. “How about you?”

His pale cheeks darkened and he held back the tears that clung his eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?”

You nodded, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, sorry to worry you.”

Someone cleared their throat and you looked at the door, feeling your body tense up. The vice-principal, Hisoka, stood at the door with his arms folded and lips pressed into a thin line. He did not look happy. “Would you care to explain why the three of you are inside the school at one in the morning?” He raised a brow.

‘One in the morning? Is it really that late?’ you offered him a sheepish smile. “Um… we were walking by and saw someone inside so we decided to take a look…”

“And you didn’t think it necessary to inform the cops?”

“Uh, well…”

“We thought it was a student!” Killua interjected. “I heard some students talking about the school being haunted, so we figured it was them.”

Something flashed through his eyes so quickly that the boys didn’t notice it, but you did. With a heavy sigh, he glanced at the clock. “Let’s get you all home. I will be calling your parents first thing in the morning.” He turned to the door, glancing over his shoulder. “Hopefully, you will have your story straight by the time school ends tomorrow.”

You glanced at Killua and he sweatdropped, lowering his voice. “Gon told him the truth.”

With a chuckle, you held Gon close and slid off the bed, carrying him since he refused to release his titanium grip. You followed Hisoka out of the school, sliding into the backseat with Gon while Killua sat upfront.

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After dropping you off at your house, Hisoka returned to the school. He reached the third floor, glancing at the end of the hall. The inky blackness was gone and the hallway felt calm.

The girl materialized behind him.

He didn’t turn around, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Will you be moving on now?”

‘Yes,’ her chilly voice echoed within his mind. ‘There is nothing to keep me here any longer.’

“I figured you would leave as soon as it was destroyed.” Hisoka finally turned to look at the girl.

‘That was always the plan,’ she smiled, sadly. ‘But I wanted to make sure that girl was okay first. Now, I am free to leave this place that has kept me captive for so long…’ her voice faded away with her body until Hisoka was standing in the hallway alone.

Hisoka bowed, respectfully. “Rest in peace… Misato.”

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misfcrtunes · 3 years

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𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽 //

IC TIME: A few days ago

PARTIES: @misfcrtunes ( Gabriel ) + @oddityinc ( Lionel )

SUMMARY: Lionel reveals that he found a cure for Gabriel... that Gabriel didn’t want.

WARNINGS: Mention of death, axe murderers, manipulation

Would this be an unchallenging conversation ahead of him? Absolutely not. Would he have to endure his boyfriend’s well-meant neuroticism just so his new thrall status wouldn’t be an effort made in vain? Yes, completely. Was he regretting showing up on the other’s doorstep at 10 P.M. with a box full of human things for him to look forward to like it was show-and-tell? No, actually. He thought it would all work out, somehow. Lionel knocked twice on the door and leaned on the wall, balancing the box on his hip and forcing a grin once the door opened. “Surprise! It’s me, and not some ax murderer come to try and kill you in your sleep. Do you sleep, actually?”

Gabriel never got guests —— he had long since wanted to make friends, seeing that he was outliving them —— so he knew very well that this was his boyfriend visiting. He didn’t rush to the door, trying to pick up a few things around his apartment before he let the other in. “Oh, I’m glad that’s not the case” he chuckled, kissing the other on the lips gently. “No, I don’t. You should really be going to bed, kid.”

“Why do that when it’s so much fun here?” Lionel wondered, the grin losing its tightness as he actually saw Gabriel. Maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult after all. “Plus, we have much to discuss, and I even bear gifts for you. May I come in and bother you on the couch?”

Gabriel rolled his eyes, opening up the door more for him to come in. “Yeah, you can stay for a bit. Then you need to go to sleep,” he insisted. “Gifts? What’s the occasion?”

Lionel whined loudly as he entered, “Come oooon, it’s not like I have school tomorrow. We should have a sleepover, though,” he said, not realizing how immature the word sounded while he busied himself by sitting cross-legged on the couch, placing the box on the floor in front of him. “Your state of being is the occasion.”

Gabriel sat down beside him after he closed the door, furrowing his brows. “State of what? You know nothing’s changed or is changing, right?”

“Oh, but that isn’t true in the slightest,” Lionel said, feeling his palms perspire as he got closer to revealing what he’d come to say. “Because I found someone who can cure you — and they agreed to do it!”

Gabriel stared blankly at the other male for a moment, trying to process what was going on. Lionel went and found someone to cure him? Instead of himself? “I didn’t ask for that. You’re the one that needs to get cured.”

Lionel took a deep breath before continuing, “Right, and I will get cured, but your situation is a lot worse than mine, so I figured we would get that sorted first!” he exclaimed, smiling although he doubted that his apparent happiness would immediately translate to Gabriel.

The happiness did not reach Gabriel, who was growing upset with the fact that his boyfriend pulled this. “Just because it’s worse — that doesn’t mean anything. Seriously. You’re this in-between… I don’t know. You didn’t even ask me if I wanted to be human.”

“You always say how awful it is to live forever and have to kill people, though, so wouldn’t you wanna be human instead?” Lionel asked, fumbling around with his hands as the nervousness began building again.

Gabriel frowned. “Because I don’t want that for you. You shouldn’t have to go through it. I’ve already been going through it. Who did you go to for that? I can’t — honestly, I can’t believe you.”

“I haven’t killed anyone, though, and I might still be mortal. I have it considerably easier than you do.” Lionel glanced into a corner and felt his throat go dry, “That Bellamy chick. But it doesn’t matter who does it, what matters is you get a cure!”

“Bella —— Are you fucking kidding me?” Gabriel snapped, jumping up from the couch suddenly. “Of all witches, you go and choose her? She’s even worse than Becca! She’s psychotic!”

Lionel began chewing on his lower lip. “But she can do it, she might be the only one here actually capable of it,” he said, “And — and I didn’t do all this to upset you or anything, I did it because I want you to — to live an actual life, y’know?”

“I don’t want it. Her deals come with serious penalties, you know that? Like, what, she’ll cure me but then make me her slave for the rest of my now human life. That’s no life,” Gabriel snapped. “And guess what, I am upset. I’m pissed that you went and talked to someone without me about me.”

“Yeah, but you won’t have to be the slave because I already agreed to it!” Lionel blurted, standing up from the couch and raising his hand to where Gabriel could see the cut on his palm, which was half-healed already. “I’m — I’m sorry, I just thought it was something you wanted. It’s something you deserve.”

Gabriel grabbed Lionel’s wrist, looking at the cut to see if it was even real. Shit. “I —— Are you fucking kidding me? Why would you —— why would you do that? Why would you make a deal like that?!”

“Because I thought — I thought it’d make you happy,” Lionel said, making no attempts at pulling his arm away, even keeping his fingers outstretched so the wound was still presenting. “I don’t mind it, I really don’t. So what if she asks me to run errands for her? I’ve made worse deals.”

“You haven’t, El. You haven’t made worse deals. This Lafontaine bitch is a real monster. She’s not gonna just let you go, you know that, right? She’s just —— she’s gonna make you do all kinds of shit you don’t want to,” Gabriel replied.

“Just — try not to focus on that part, alright? I can handle it. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a total pussy,” he said, “I- I even got you this stupid box of human stuff you can have whenever you are one again. Like — like this,” Lionel ducked down and opened the box, his hands resurfacing with a bag of Sour Patch Kids and a soda, “Sour candy and Coke! And there’s other stuff too, like chocolate and energy drinks, oh, and a mirror!”

Gabriel looked at the box with a frown. “Wh — No, El. Really. No. We can figure out how to break that bond you made with her, but I’m not going to her. I don’t need candy or mirrors or sodas.”

Lionel huffed, his arms dropping to his sides. “I’m not breaking it, and you are going to her. I’ll figure out some other way to get cured, okay? And don’t pretend like you wouldn’t pull this exact same shit if this were all reversed.”

“Fine. You know what? We’re done. I’m not going to be with you anymore, and I’m not going to let you convince me otherwise. And I’m not going to Lafontaine. You can go break that bond now, because what’s the point of it now?” Gabriel said, voice shaking as he spoke. “Who cares what I would have done or wouldn’t have?”

“No, no. You can’t just do that. I get — I get this may not have been the way you thought this would go, but it’s what you get, and I know that you want it. You can’t tell me otherwise.” Lionel said stubbornly, “I care, because you would’ve dragged me there too and you know what? I would’ve let you, even if I didn’t mind being this way. But you do.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care what you think I want. You need to leave,” Gabriel replied.

“Oh, I don’t think it. I know it. I’m not leaving until you say you’re coming with me to Bellamy.”

“Don’t make me compel you, El. I’m giving you the chance to leave on your own.”

“Do it, then. But if you make me leave you’re going to regret it, and — and for more than just one reason.”

“And what reasons, El? Is it because I’m not going to have a consistent fuck now? Because I’m no longer going to have someone to babysit?”

Visibly hurt, Lionel winced at his words and shook his head. “N-No, because — because I’ll tell everyone what I am,” he sputtered. “My camera was still running that day in the park. It filmed me biting you, it saw everything. I’ll — I’ll release the footage and everyone will know. Humans, witches, hunters. Everyone.”

Gabriel almost froze when he heard Lionel speak. The boy certainly had his way with words, didn’t he? “Why? What good does that do you?”

“None. Neither does being a witch’s slave for the rest of my life if you aren’t turned,” Lionel said. “So? What’ll it be?”

“Fine. Fine. I’ll go and do this for you. But that’s it. I don’t want to see you after that.”

This is what love was, right? There was the euphoria, the endless endorphin rush, but then there was a crashing halt where everything shattered and you felt bereft of all you ever knew. That’s what the movies taught him — what they didn’t teach him is exactly how much it would fucking hurt. “Fine. You don’t have to,” Lionel said and brushed past Gabriel, “Keep the box. You’re going to need it.”

#𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐘 : convos . ⧽ ━━ i've always been my own worst enemy.

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ekkline88 · 4 years

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@taylorswift is my artist of the decade, woman of the decade, writer of the decade, inspiration of the decade because of the following:

‘All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss.’

‘You and I walk a fragile line.

I have known it all this time.

Never thought I'd see it break.

Never thought I'd see it...’

‘And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear.’

‘No rules in breakable heaven.’

‘All the king’s horses, all the king’s men couldn’t put me together again. ‘Cause all of my enemies started out friends.’

‘Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh. We could follow the sparks, I’ll drive.’

‘He says "What you've heard is true, but I can't stop thinking about you." and I said "I've been there too a few times." ‘

‘I reach for you, but you were gone. I knew I had to go back home.’

‘The tricky thing is yesterday we were just children. Playing soldiers just pretending. Dreaming dreams with happy endings.

In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords. But now we've stepped into a cruel world, where everybody stands and keeps score.’

‘Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you.’

‘And you open your eyes into mine, and everything feels better.’

‘Two headlights shine through the sleepless night. And I will get you, and get you alone. Your name has echoed through my mind. And I just think you should, think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and I would follow you, follow you home. I'll follow you, follow you home.’

‘But I believe in whatever you do. And I’ll do anything to see it through.’

‘My mistake I didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upper hand.’

‘You cry; but you don't tell anyone that you might not be the golden one. And you're tied together with a smile, but you're coming undone.’

‘One night he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses, then says, you're my best friend. And you knew what it was, he is in love.’

‘And you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.’

‘So, baby, can we dance through an avalanche?’

‘I was ridin' in a getaway car. I was cryin' in a getaway car. I was dyin' in a getaway car. Said goodbye in a getaway car.’

‘Headlights pass the window pane, I think of you.’

‘ ‘Cause we break down a little. And when you get me alone, it's so simple. ‘Cause baby, I know what you know. We can feel it.’

‘Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting.

Silence, this train runs off its tracks. Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen?

Hang up, give up, for the life of us we can't get back.’

‘If you live like that, you live with ghosts. If you love like that blood runs cold.’

‘When the sun came up you were looking at me. You were looking at me.’

‘And you were wild and crazy. Just so frustrating. Intoxicating, complicated.

Got away by some mistake.’

‘I can't resist before you go tell me this:

Was it worth it? Was she worth this?’

‘And now I know why all the trees change in the fall. I know you were on my side, even when I was wrong. And I love you for giving me your eyes, for staying back and watching me shine.’

‘I know heaven’s a thing. I go there when you touch me, honey. Hell is when I fight with you. But we can patch it up good. Make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness. Got the wine for you.’

‘And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game. With that same big loud opinion, but nobody's listening. Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things.’

‘The way you move is like a full on rainstorm.’

‘Your string of lights is still bright to me. Oh, who you are is not where you've been.’

‘You were all I wanted, but not like this.’

‘These are the hands of fate. You’re my Achilles heel. This is the golden age of something good and right and real.’

‘It was good, never looking down. And right there where we stood was holy ground.’

‘The water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud. But no one heard a thing.’

‘Ooh, ooh, he’s talking crazy. Ooh, ooh, dancing with me. Ooh, ooh, we could get married. Ooh, ooh, have ten kids and teach ‘me how to dream.’

‘I see the high-fives between the bad guys. Leave with my head hung, you are the only one who seems to care.’

‘The stakes are high, the water’s rough, but this love is ours.’

‘Cause darling I’m a nightmare, dressed like a daydream.’

‘Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, my love. They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run.’

‘Kiss me once ‘cause you know I had a long night. Kiss me twice ‘cause it’s gonna be alright. Three times ‘cause I waited my whole life.’

‘Your eyes whisper “Have we met?” ‘

‘I hold onto the night you looked me in the eye and told me you loved me.’

‘My heart, my hips, my body, my love. Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch. Gave up on me like I was a bad drug. Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club. Our songs, our films, united, we stand. Our country, guess it was a lawless land. Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand. Paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans. My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust. Tryna find a part of me you didn't take up. Gave you so much, but it wasn't enough. But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts.’

‘Braced myself for the goodbye, ‘cause that’s all I’ve ever known. Then you took me by surprise, when you said “I’ll never leave you alone.” ‘

‘And we know it's never simple, never easy. Never a clean break, no one here to save me. You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand.’

‘Remind her how it used to be, be, yeah-yeah. With pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, cheeks.’

‘Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves. Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there’s no us.’

‘And there in the bathroom, I try not to fall apart and the sinking feeling starts, as I say hopelessly “He said he’d be here.” ‘

‘We can’t make any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink.’

‘Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending with all these nights we’re spending- up on the roof with a school girl crush. Drinking beer out of plastic cups. Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff. Baby, all at once, this is enough.’

‘You hold my hand on the street

Walk me back to that apartment

Years ago, we were just inside

Barefoot in the kitchen

Sacred new beginnings

That became my religion, listen’

‘ When you think happiness, I hope you think "that little black dress" ‘

‘And maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up. Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well. And you call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest. I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, ‘cause I remember it all, all, all too well.’

‘I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you.’

‘Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.’

‘I was riding shot gun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and I wrote down our song.’

‘Holy orange bottles, each night I pray to you. Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too.’

‘You took the time to memorize me. My fears, my hopes and dreams.’

‘Lantern, burning

Flickered in my mind, only you

But you were still gone, gone, gone.’

‘I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye.’

‘Long, long live the walls we crashed through. All the kingdom lights shined just for me and you. I was screaming, long live all the magic we made. And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid.’

‘I take a step back, let you go. I told you I'm not bulletproof. Now you know.’

‘But something happened, I heard him laughing. I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent.’

‘I’m waiting alone now. So come on and come out. And pull me near and shine, shine, shine.’

‘I can see the end as it begins. My one condition is..’

‘And the saddest fear comes creeping in that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything!’

‘Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.’

‘And when you find everything you looked for, I hope your life will lead you back to my front door. Oh but if it don’t? Will you stay beautiful, beautiful, beautiful?’

‘Why? ‘Cause she’s dead.’

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genderfluidfuckernamedfox · 5 years

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The Witch is Sealed

chapter 2

A/N: I don’t really have a schedule for this series but I just wanted to get what I have so far out there. I feel that the pace is too fast for the whole story but it’s my first fanfic so I’m trying not to be to hard on myself about that. Any likes/ comments are greatly appreciated. thanks for reading.

This is a short chapter with 50/50 fluff and angst.

the gif is not mine.

“I think we have a witch hunter problem on our hands.”

Al's POV

It felt like lightning was flowing through my veins, an unstoppable force was lying within my soul. I felt the cold rain prick my skin as I ran out into the woods. Freedom, this is what it feels like. Running without a care, feigning my immortality. In these moments I am free. Free to wander the Earth and truly lose myself. I charge through miles of forest, I don’t know where I’m going but I always end up around the same place. A wall of warm visible light that glows with a purple hue, this is the border of my world. I’ve never been outside and I am suddenly reminded of my limitation. How mortal I really am, if I could even be considered that. We’re all just caged birds in here. The rain draws me back to reality as it starts to lighten up. I feel uneasy at the lack of its presence when I’m around here. I should walk back home but I linger for a moment longer. Finally I turn to leave. I’m only a few feet away when I feel a strange rumble. The ground shaking as the light from the wall flickers in one concentrated spot. I can’t believe my eyes, there was an opening being created by something on the other side. I could see blurred figures that started to surround the area. Once a space was opened and the wall was breached, I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I locked eyes with a man twice the size of me, a silver knife clearly attached to his belt. As he stepped through the veil I lost my breath and all sense of being. Run I screamed in my head Run! But my feet remained sealed to the ground. I noticed that the gap in the wall was slowly starting to close. I looked out to the other side and I saw a cloaked figure who was bound in chains. I knew then that they had opened this wall with magic. I was furious, how could they do this? Humans are the worst. I knew that I had to get them to leave. It’s my time to fight, I’ll die before I let these people attack my home, my family, my friends. I’d gladly lay my life down for Y/n and Namjoon any day. The thought of protecting them gave my the strength I needed to move. I can’t run, I have to fight. He charged at me with full speed.Spells Al, use a defense spell. I concentrated my energy into a stun spell, Warmth flowed through my body out towards my hand sparking at my fingertips and as I felt it begin to burn I threw the ball of energy at him, hitting him in the chest. It should have paralyzed him but to my dismay the energy flowed right off of him, I’d never seen a protection spell as strong as this one before. Well that’s just cheating I thought to myself. He smiled wickedly at me now closer and taking advantage of my shocked state he landed a punch on my face. Blood spewed from my mouth as a bruise began to form, I should feel pain but the only thing I can feel now is rage. And it was that pure unadulterated rage that sent me speeding towards him to land as many punches as I could. Two to the face and three to the chest his eye was swollen and he coughed as I knocked the wind out of him for good measure I sent a kick to his groin successfully knocking him onto the ground. Triumphant would be a word to describe what I feel right now but before I can even smile at my small victory the man starts laughing. Confused I look at him waiting for an explanation as to what was so humorous. It was then that he pulled out his knife, successfully slicing into my arm. I tried to choke back a scream as I felt the blade rip into my skin. The sun was setting and the opening at the border was closing. I’ll be damned if I let this fucker invade my home. Clutching my upper arm to stop the bleeding I stood up straight ready to fight. I won’t underestimate him this time

“Bring it on fatty.” I spit out, this seemed to really anger him. He came at me again with the knife but seemed less coordinated than the last time. I used this to my advantage quickly putting an enchantment onto his knife. The next time he swung it the form of the knife changed into that of a snake. He immediately screamed and dropped the creature, I laughed. His face was red with anger

“Fucking freak!” he screamed at me, the smile on my face dropped. I’ve unarmed him, now all that’s left to do is get him to leave, now the question is how? If I run he’ll chase me. With no other idea as how to get him out of here without killing him I charged towards the border. Aiming for the opening I looked behind me to see if he had followed. Luck was on my side today as he was quickly catching up to me. At the last moment before I hit the wall I dropped to the ground and rolled off to the side. Once he had ran past me I jumped to my feet and started to cast an enchantment on the wall to close the hole back up. It was weaker than the rest of the wall but that should keep anyone from getting through for a while. Exhausted I fall to the ground light headed, the world now spinning I lay my head down on a patch of soft grass, I exhale and the world goes black.

Pain is the only sensation I can recognize, it’s pain that wakes me. The night sky is filled with clouds black as ash and lightning dances it’s way across the darkness. I’m on the ground. I recognize this part of the forest. I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I cover the gash on my arm. I can’t heal myself here but I can stop the bleeding. A very basic healing spell is all I can muster before I feel like passing out again. Thunder cracks and rain finally starts to pour down onto me feeling like sweet, sweet relief. I stand up and start to jog my way home I’m out of breath but I keep moving, I can’t stop til I’m home. Not til I’m back with Y/n and Joonie, with that thought I ran as fast as I could back our little cabin in the woods.

Y/N's POV

After filling you in on the details of their attack their voice turned stern and defensive

“They have someone with magic. Y/n, they broke through the barrier, only someone with really developed skills can do that. Someone as powerful as the council! And now a bunch of crazy people trying to kill us have the power to do so.” They looked so scared but determination soon took over their features. “We need to rescue who ever they have captured, if we take away their only source of magic they have no chance in a fight with us.” Namjoon suddenly opened the door, having listened in on the conversation.

“You can't do that.” He stated calmly, Al began to fume.

“Like hell I can't, just try to fucking stop me.” Namjoon then grabbed them by the arms, careful to avoid their wound.

“Al you have to listen to me, think about this logically… Please.” His little plea made their shoulders relax somewhat as they nodded, motioning for him to continue. “We don't know what we're going up against, if we went after them right now that would be suicide. What if they have more of our people held captive? We don't even know why they turned up out of the blue trying to hurt us. This is something that we need to take to the higher ups... We need to take this to the council.” The small bathroom fell silent as the air around you thickened. You all knew he was right, there wasn't much you could do at this point. You don’t know the enemy or what they want. You don’t know what they are capable of or who is on their side. You’re just three college kids, what power do you posses to stop a possible army? Sighing you were the first one to leave the bathroom

“Joonie, come on let's leave Al so they can wash up before bed” you said gently tugging him away from Al. He seemed reluctant to let go, but soon found comfort in your arms, smiling down at you. It was a sad smile though, one of worry. You needed to lighten the mood desperately. “We’ll go to the council first thing in the morning. Promise, but I know for a fact that we both have potions homework; we slept the whole day away while we were supposed to be doing that.” He snaps his fingers suddenly remembering and goes to get the assignment from his bag. The two of you sit down in the living room. Papers sprawled out across the wooden coffee table a comfortable silence laid over you while doing homework and waiting for Al to get out of the shower. Once they emerge from the bathroom their form is shorter and more feminine, their eyes down cast as they lazily dry their hair with a towel. They look cute with an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of black shorts. Namjoon suddenly can't focus on the assignment as he blatantly stares at them. You had figured out by now that Namjoon was attracted to Al when they we're in this form. It hurt at first, you really liked him, still do, but in retrospect you love them both too much to do anything about nasty feelings that want to bubble to the surface, feelings for either of them. Namjoon closes his book and put his pens away.

“I think that's enough studying for one night Y/n. We're practically finished.” You nod putting your stuff away also. You're the first one to Al, seeing their eyes filled with grief and something that seemed like regret. You know they want to save whoever the witch hunters have locked up. You wanted to put them at ease, Namjoon too.

“Hey let's all sleep in my bed tonight. I know I'm not the only one who doesn't want to be alone right now.” They both nodded and you lead the way to your bedroom. The three of you ended up squishing together on your queen sized bed. Namjoon with his back pressed against the wall, you in the middle, and Al at the end of the bed. They cuddled into you as Namjoon wrapped an arm around you both. You sighed with content, it was moments like these that bad guys didn't matter, nothing did because you had these two beside you.

“I love you.” You said to no one in particular. They both responded, Al first.

“I love you too sweetie.” They smiled brightly and kissed your forehead.

“And I love you too, baby. Now get some sleep before this get any more embarrassing.” Namjoon quipt as heat radiated off his cheeks with a shy smile. This was how you wanted things to always be. You wanted to be their sweetie, their baby. If every night were spent like this you'd be fine. Minus the getting attacked part. With that thought at the forefront of your mind you found sleep to be rather elusive eventually drifting off into a restless slumber.

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miximax-hell · 6 years

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There have been people, some truly wonderful souls, who have followed my blog during my long period of absence. For that, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I don’t deserve that kindness. With that out of the way, hello! Once again, it’s been so long... And that’s exactly we won’t delve in the past now. Let’s get right to it!

Today’s miximax is one that can barely be recognised at all unless you’re specifically told who the vessel and aura are. So, just in case my handwriting is THAT awful, we’ll be talking about Sakuma’s miximax today! For him, I’ve chosen a wonderful character that is, quite literally, part of the history of videogames as a whole. After the news about a new Smash coming soon, the promise of Metroid Prime 4 for Switch, and the very successful (AND SPANISH) remake of Metroid II, it feels like a great time to bring Samus Aran into the battle! The coolest intergalactic bounty hunter there ever was makes for a very simple-looking miximax, but it was still quite tough to draw because of RUST. Ah well. No one to blame but myself.

Anyway, I think this deserves a proper explanation, so let’s see why these two make for a fantastic combo! For more on that, please check under the cut. As usual.

Well, you’ve made it this far, so let’s delve a little in the past now. ww Just yesterday, I finally finished writing my graduation thesis!! That means I’m finally free... for a little while. Just enough to enjoy half a month of debauchery AND SPEND TIME WITH MY GIRLFRIEND, WHOM I MISS VERY MUCH. Oh, and my internship ended about two and a half weeks ago, too. While I am free in that sense as well, I can’t say I’m a scriptwriter and game designer right now, which kinda sucks. But they might still hire me...! And I’m ruminating some exciting ideas of my own. I highly doubt the company I worked for will be interested in them, but, well, it’s worth a shot. And good practice, in any case. So, yeah! I hope you’ve all been well!

Anyway, let’s get right to it. A single paragraph of my life struggles was enough. ww

This is still a fairly small blog with less than 100 followers. And it will always be because of how niche it is. ww Not only that, but most of said (active) followers aren’t even friends of mine, but the aforementioned kind souls who, somehow, grace me with their presence here. That means that, for example, if I were to go on Twitter to talk about my projects for this blog (as I’ve done a couple of times in the past), only one or two of my friends would give a crap about it. And that’s assuming they see those specific tweets at all! Otherwise, the reactions I get are non-existent unless I’m specifically mentioning someone. And even that is far from being failproof. So, whenever I want to share my ideas with someone, develop them through conversation or brainstorm, there’s only one person I can rely on: my lovely girlfriend. She’s patient and super supportive of my work. Bless her soul. I’m so in love with her.

Anyway, thanks to how much I’ve ranted to her about SakuSamus, I’ve already typed down most of what needs to be said about why I think these two work so well together. I can also get away with mostly copying and pasting what I already told her over Skype and simply adjusting it a bit to make it more readable as a blog post and adding some extra details. ww So, let’s get to it!

Coming up with proper combinations for this blog can sometimes be a chore and require a lot of overthinking. However, as the wonderful @miyukiko would say, great ideas suddenly come to you sometimes. This had a bit of both. I'll try to skip the uninteresting bits of the creative process, but this is the important part.

Now that we've seen Sakuma in Ares and he's obviously won a lot of... prominence, if you may put it that way, it felt like a good time to take a closer look at him. Sakuma is a forward, and a pretty talented one, at that. When he becomes captain in the Ares timeline, though, his team comes to rely on him on a much deeper level too. Or so it seems, at least. To top it off, his descriptions in the original games say that he helps Kidou and acts as a strategist that coordinates the team. That’s pretty much the base we can build upon.

As a forward, he seems pretty thorough and tries to stay cool and calm, since that's the kind of soccer they play at Teikoku. And, from what we've seen in Ares, as a captain, he worries so much about his team's well-being and about being a good leader for them. You know, the usual "Am I fit to be captain?" thing that IE loves so much. ww

But there's a lot of bad stuff about Sakuma, too.

For one, despite his cool act, when he loses it, he loses it good. We all know how he reacted when he was part of Shin Teikoku and how extremely mad he would get with Kageyama, for example. Also, when he does lose it (and, arguably, even when he’s still somewhat sane), he's very self-destructive.

I think that's somehow linked to his fears: he simply doesn't want to be left alone. He panics when Kidou leaves Teikoku and, again, loses it completely. When his insanity reaches that kind of point, nothing else seems to matter, so he goes all out even if it can cost him his life. Or his legs, at least.

Related to that, and this is much more relevant in terms of sheer gameplay, he is extremely dependent of others.

He's supposed to be some super cool ace striker, but absolutely all of his shots are combo hissatsus no matter what timeline or age you’re looking at. Koutei Penguin 2gou and 3gou, Twin Boost, Death Zone, Deep Jungle... They all need 2-3 people, and, usually, Kidou's involved.

So, tough as it is to say, if Sakuma isn't by Kidou's side, he's subpar. And if he's all alone, he's basically worthless. And to add insult to injury:

He usually depends on people who aren't even forwards to score goals.

He is turned into a defender as an adult because, as I said, he's subpar as a forward if he's alone.

That makes Sakuma a very interesting case: in a universe that is all about the power you get from of your teammates, what he lacks is individuality. ...Especially when you consider that his only motivation to play soccer seems to be to play with Kidou. www

As he is, he's the absolute definition of support character. Pretty sad, if you ask me. (Oh. And many of his in-game hissatsus are very dirty and the referee complains more often than not about them. That counts too. ww)

So, here comes the difficult question: who can give Sakuma the strength, the individuality and, partially, the safety that he needs to be relevant without killing himself? After thinking about it for quite a long time, I felt like he could really use the power of Samus Aran.

(Not to go all BuzzFeed on you guys, but the answer would’ve surprised you if I hadn’t said it from the very beginning. ww)

On a technical level, Samus is strong af. Not only has she survived to and successfully finished every mission she's embarked on (as far as I’m aware), but she's pretty much exterminated full races, DESTROYED PLANETS and killed the same evil pterodactyl alien... thing that wants her dead like 11 times by now.

And what's more: she's done all of this completely alone. (Except maybe for Other M. I haven’t played that game yet, but it looked like there were more people, idk) All in all, she's a beast. But that's not all, of course. There are many heroes who go and do their thing alone. It could've easily been Lara Croft too, for example--at least in the original games.

Sakuma, as I said, seems to be driven by a will to be with Kidou and is very much dependent of other people. And when things go wrong and he loses it, he is... spiteful, to say the least. And I don’t know if you guys were aware of this, but Samus is 120% salt. I read a post about the hatred between Ridley and Samus that when Ridley was announced for Smash and all, but I sadly can’t find it right now. If any of you guys know that post, please let me know and I’ll add the link here because it was SO GOOD.

According to my limited knowledge on the Metroid Series, Samus fights three main things: metroids (you never saw that one coming, I'm sure), space pirates, and Ridley (who is the leader of the space pirates, but is not a space pirate because I, too, would listen to my Evil Pterodactyl Lord if he were to give me orders).

Long story short, the space pirates and Ridley killed Samus’s parents. She was adopted by people from a civilization called the Chozo, but the space pirates killed the Chozo too. And when Samus found a baby metroid that saw her as its mother, the space pirates and Ridley kidnapped the metroid and it eventually died because of them.

Samus doesn't fight for the greater good. Samus fights because she's fucking pissed.

But, unlike Sakuma, she uses that rage against the right people and in the right way: she is still salty as hell, but she stays cool, kicks ass, makes everyone go boom, and she's out. She does what Sakuma does, but better. Even when she's pissed. Oh, and she does things the way they should be done: with legal permission, without turning evil and stuff. And she's super respected and feared because of it, which is precisely what a captain and a forward should be like, respectively.

And the icing on the cake?

In IE3, when Sakuma has levelled up enough, he learns how to use Space Penguin. also, Samus has a visor thing that can replace Sakuma's patch and that sounded cool to me

Anyway, that would be the gist of it! As I said earlier, I’m not the biggest Metroid connoisseur in the world: I’ve only beaten Fusion and Zero Mission, and I’m currently playing Prime and Return of Samus. As such, excuse me if some other game I haven’t played debunks all I’ve said, but I haven’t found any traces of such a thing. ww

However, despite my few experiences with Metroid games, Samus is a character I love and have very fond memories of. This series represent what I love the most about the video game genre: that sense of continuous and hard-earned improvement that only comes from experiences that are constantly giving you new abilities (and even new looks) to reflect your progress. It’s similar to RPGs, a genre I love as well, but RPGs reward you more for personal progress and dedication, such as grinding for levels, and not (usually) so much for just pushing forward and defeating bosses.

Last (and least), for those who have made it this far, here’s a little something you might be interested in knowing: I’ve been inactive here, but I’m still constantly trying hard to come up with interesting ideas for miximaxes! And I think I have found some cool stuff for both Kidou and Shishido, so feel free to tell me on which of those you’d like me to work on next. They’re both very challenging to draw and fiddle with, but I’m always happy to shift my priorities in any way you guys want me to. ww

#Inazuma ELeven #Sakuma Jirou #Inazuma Japan #settei #info #miximax #mixi max #reasons behind the miximax #Inazuma Eleven Go #Inazuma Eleven Ares #Inazuma Eleven Ares no Tenbin

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monsters-conquer-the-world · 6 years

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10 Games

For Jack’s 10th birthday, Will got him a RetroPie. Pretty cool, especially since it’s so easy to just dump a zillion games in there and let the kid go nuts. But that’s a one-way ticked to analysis paralysis, so Will had a a super sick idea. He asked me and Jess and some other friends to put together a list of 10 must-play classic/retro games and write a little bit about why we chose them. As someone who loves video games and writing and lists, I was ALL ‘BOUT THAT.

Now that Jack’s birthday has come and gone, I can share all the junk I wrote about these ten games that mean so much to me! Check it out:

I love this idea. I know the initial prompt was just "pick your favorites" but I couldn't help but impose a bunch of additional caveats. I know where this list is headed (and I have a pretty good idea of what games will pop up on the other lists)! I could have easily listed off 10 Super NES games or 10 N64 games, but I wanted to hit a variety of consoles and franchises. I would have liked to have hit a variety of genres and studios too, but I can't lie: I love platformers, and I love games by Nintendo. It was challenging but rewarding to shave this list down to ten--a lot of old favorites and recent discoveries couldn't fit on the list, leaving these few. The ones I've always treasured, the ones that stuck with me, the ones I memorized the music and sound effects to, starring the characters I love, exploring the worlds I wanted to live in. Maybe you'll dig 'em too.

NES

Super Mario Bros. 3

I had spent some quality time with our Atari 2600 well before we ever had an NES in the house. I have fond memories of playing but not really understanding Pac-Man, Haunted House, and the bleak nuclear apocalypse masterpiece Missile Command. But the first game I really wrapped my head around was Super Mario Bros. (and Duck Hunt, but that's not as relevant!). Mario and Luigi's multi-screen adventures under a friendly blue sky expanded my concept of what a video game could even be--plus it was super fun, and Rochelle and I could both play it together! Super Mario Bros. 2 was technically more impressive, but so weird (and flanked by so many similar games) that it didn't rock my world like Mario 1 did (though I of course have a huge soft spot for it anyway). Then Super Mario Bros. 3 came along and Mario had learned how to fly. It was bigger, more beautiful, and stuffed to the brim with secrets and surprises! It was so exciting even Mom and Dad would play it with us. Super Mario World is maybe the bigger, better, beautifuler game (and you can ride a FREAKING DINOSAUR), but I'll never forget the day I woke up to find my dad and sister playing this in the living room because we finally owned it. It was too good to just keep renting! Kid Icarus

I didn't catch Kid Icarus the first time around. I didn't even play it until high school, but I was inspired to track it down because of my love for Greek mythology and the Metroid series. Kid Icarus takes place in a world heavily inspired by (but still distinctly different from) the swords, sandals, and sorcery epics of ancient Greece! It's considered a "sister game" to the original Metroid, released around the same time by the same team, and the game shares a lot of the core elements that make Metroid so unique and awesome: eerily lonely, dangerous worlds to explore, a challenging beginning, player-empowering character growth, and a focus on exploring vast, often vertically-scrolling worlds with satisfying run'n'gun'n'jump gameplay. Kid Icarus borrows all the best stuff from Metroid, but tempers it with a slate of unique design choices: instead of one sprawling world, KI is split into discrete levels. The first world is an ascent out of Hades with vertically oriented levels, the second world is a horizontal trek across the surface world, the third is another vertical ascent into the sky, and the finale is a horizontal, forced-scrolling shoot-em-up to reclaim the heavens! Every fourth level is a sprawling, maze-like, Metroid-ish dungeon, capped off with a frantic boss fight! Plus, Eggplant Wizards, credit cards, and RPG-style character upgrades! They don't make 'em like this anymore!! Duck Tales

It's not as groundbreaking as Super Mario Bros. 1 or as innovative as Super Mario Bros. 3, but that doesn't change the fact that Duck Tales could possibly be my favorite NES platformer of all time. You don't need to know anything about or even like the original cartoon (or the comic books that birthed it) to appreciate the challenging charms of this hop'n'bop classic. Duck Tales only has a handful of levels, but they're huge, full of hidden treasures, packed with alternate paths, swiss cheesed with secret passageways, and just gorgeous translations of Disney's lush cartoon worlds. Getting to choose your own path through Duck Tales' roster of big beautiful worlds is reminiscent of the Mega Man games (also by Capcom). What really sets Duck Tales apart is controlling Scrooge. He's spry for a septuagenarian billionaire, but his real talents lie in swinging and pogo-sticking off his cane! It's delightful cartoon nonsense, but if you get the hang of it, it's also incredibly satisfying, allowing you to make some wild, death-defying maneuvers. If you dig this and find yourself hungering for more bounce-centric gameplay, Shovel Knight takes Scrooge's cane, turns it into a shovel, and builds a deeply satisfying modern classic around it. Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze finally gives Cranky a chance to shine as a playable character, and he straight-up jock's Scrooge's style, cane and all. It rules.

Super NES

Yoshi's Island

The first thing you'll notice about Yoshi's Island is that it looks like it was drawn with crayons, markers, and colored pencils! The second thing you'll notice is that Mario is a freaking baby! It's an odd premise, but it all comes together in perhaps the best sidescroller ever made. With Mario mustache-less and diaper-clad, this game puts you directly in control of Yoshi, and he is a joy to play as. Hovering to extend his jump power, turning enemies into eggs and chucking them, and butt-stomping are Yoshi's primary tools of the trade, and they mix things up nicely. This doesn't feel like "just another Mario," but it also feels right at home in the Mario pantheon. Beyond the Yosh-man's most basic maneuvers, there are some wild power-ups that turn Yoshi into a helicopter, a train that zips along in the background, a mole-tank, and more, plus special areas where Baby Mario gets superpowers and runs up walls and stuff! Yoshi's Island is another magical micro-world, jam-packed with extremely clever and fun level design and very possibly the biggest and best boss fights of all time. Ya gotta play this one.

Donkey Kong Country 2: Diddy's Kong-Quest

I know I just talked about Yoshi's Island maybe being the best platformer of all time, but Donkey Kong Country 2 is right behind it, nipping at its heels. DKC2 has a wildly different aesthetic, dropping you into beautifully computer-rendered pirate shipwrecks, janky-but-glitzy night time carnival rides, endless bramble patches, a skyscraper-sized beehive, haunted forests, and more! They're not just beautiful to look at, but beautiful to listen to, because DKC2 features one of the all-time greatest video game soundtracks. Maybe the greatest. But this game ain't just another pretty face!

DKC2, like Super Mario Bros. 3 and Duck Tales, is stuffed to the gills with tricky little secrets and hidden areas and surprises. This game doesn't just have secret levels, it has a secret WORLD. This game doesn't just have a secret world, it has an entire secret ENDING. The classically solid platforming is accompanied by a wealth of mine cart challenges, awesome animal buddies, mini-games, and enough level design variety to keep you coming back for every last hidden treasure.

Super Metroid

Super Metroid doesn't just have secrets, it has mysteries. This was the first game to ever actually scare me. The first one to ever creep me out. And that just made me want to play it even more. It feels lonely and dangerous. Unlike the games earlier on this list, it is one HUGE and continuous world. It is a world of incomprehensible alien horrors, ancient moldering ruins, and high-tech space-faring bio-terrorists. This world, named Zebes, is a world where the sky continuously rains acid and almost every living thing inhabiting it wants to kill you. Good thing you're Samus Aran, the toughest, smartest bounty hunter to ever clean up Space Pirate scum!

Samus explores this acid-drenched nightmare planet by running, gunning, and jumping... but also by solving puzzles and thinking her way out of traps. With each power up she gets a little stronger, and can find her way deeper into this gnashing alien hellscape. It's a game that is sadly beautiful just as often as it is ghoulish. The story, simple and sketched-in as it is, is also deeper and more moving than you will ever expect. The boss fights are as massive, memorable, and epic as the ones in Yoshi's Island, but about a thousand times more intense and frightening. The music perfectly sets the dark, burbling mood of each region of Zebes, and by the end of the game you will feel like the most powerful hero in the galaxy. This mix of sci-fi, horror, and adventure isn't just a must-play, it's a life-changer.

Gameboy Color

Wario Land II

I love the Mario series, but I'm also absolutely crazy about Wario. He's a fat, greedy, chaotic, prideful, disgusting, bull-headed oaf. He's the polar opposite of Mario... and that's why I love him! He's not exactly a villain, but he's a definitely a troublemaker, and it is hilariously fun to walk (or stumble!) a mile or three in his shoes. The game before this, Super Mario Land 3: Wario Land is a ton of fun (as is Super Mario Land 2 before it!), but Wario Land II is the first one that truly feels like a Wario game. What makes this game so different? Wario can't be killed!

You read that right, there's (almost) no way to actually "die" in this game! No way to lose lives. That might sound too easy, or boring, or both, but it's not! Wario might be unkillable, but all KINDS of bad stuff can and WILL still happen to him. A LOT. He'll get flattened, set on fire, trapped in bubbles, fattened up, frozen, drunk, zombified, and more! And here's the kicker: those wacky conditions are required to solve the puzzles and challenges of each level! On top of that ingenious and perfectly wacky set of game mechanics, the story branches off in wildly different directions: you'll blow up the annoying alarm clock in your castle, play street basketball against a giant bunny, be nice to a chicken, visit Atlantis, race through a weird world of mouths, noses, and eyes, and more! There are multiple endings, multiple hidden exits, and multiple secret treasures and minigames to find and conquer. Almost all of the Wario Land and Wario Ware games are oddball masterpieces, but WLII is the perfect balance of weird, smart, funny, and challenging.

Nintendo 64

Super Mario 64

This is it. This is the game. In 1996, when I was in sixth grade, Super Mario 64 was the only thing I cared about. I begged and wished and hoped for a Nintendo 64 that Christmas, but it didn't come. I was crushed. Occasionally I was able to rent an N64 and Super Mario 64, and I'd lose whole days to this magical, miraculous game. When I couldn't rent it, I'd bug my classmates about it endlessly. "What level are you on? What's that level like? What stars can you get? What secrets have you found?" They'd answer a few of my ravenous, bug-eyed questions before getting uncomfortable and leaving to do something else. What was the big deal? Why was I (and still am) so obsessed?

The leap from Super Nintendo to Nintendo 64 was like the leap from console and computer games to virtual reality. But instead of short, funny minigames, it is a huge, sprawling world where anything seems possible. A magical, secret garden full of surprises, wonder, challenges, and secrets. Where the sun always shines in a cloudless sky... except when you plunge into the death-defying Bowser levels or the inappropriately terrifying Big Boo's Haunt. Oh Mario can definitely fly in this one like he did in Super Mario Bros. 3, but just the simple act of running around in circles and jumping through 3D space felt like a joyous miracle... one that puts 2-dimensional flight to shame. Each world (accessed by jumping INTO paintings in Princess Peach's sprawling but empty castle) is colorful, full of possibility, and chock full of distinct personality. Adventuring through 3D space for the first time ever was incredible on its own, but doing it in such richly detailed, lovingly crafted worlds made me want to play there forever. I still do.

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

Take everything I just said about Super Mario 64 and multiply it by ten! Well, sort of. Ocarina of Time took the lessons learned from Super Mario 64 and applied them to the dungeon-crawling, puzzle-solving Legend of Zelda series. The result was an incredibly groundbreaking game that I cherished almost as zealously as Super Mario 64. I don't think it's aged as well, but I don't care. Ocarina of Time is a grand story, spanning seven years (!!!) and the entire fantastical country of Hyrule. As Link, you jump forward and back through time, meet strange and wonderful new friends, discover hidden kingdoms, face the blood-soaked evil of Hyrule's past, save its future, outwit cunning puzzles and traps, steal and ride a magnificent horse, challenge towering, Super Metroid-style end bosses, wield magical weapons, break hearts, play beautiful music, and go fishing. It's an entire, epic fantasy life in one little cartridge.

This was the first Zelda game I ever spent SERIOUS time with, and the fact that it plays like a fantasy-fueled hybrid of Super Mario 64 and Super Metroid means I've lost entire days to it. I've played it start to finish at least 8 or 9 times. It never gets boring. Like Super Mario 64, Ocarina of Time invented how we make and play 3D games. This was the first 3D game where you could lock onto enemies and points of interest, plus a bevy of other camera controls that come standard in 3D games now (or at least they did for about a decade after Ocarina's release). The story is surprisingly cinematic and even gripping at times. You'll want to live in this world. You'll be sad when you see the end credits. Not because of the ending itself, but because there's no more game for you to play... until you start it all over again on the next save file.

Star Fox 64

Star Fox 64 was a life-changing event for me, just like Super Mario 64 and Ocarina of Time. So is Star Fox 64 a slow-paced, exploration heavy adventure into beautiful and fantastical solitude like those other two games? N O P E. It's a guns-blazin', fast action, dogfightin', barrel rollin', rock'em sock'em intergalactic action epic in supersonic spaceships! Piloted by talking animals! That actually talk! YES!

Instead of the wide-open freedom of Super Mario 64 and Ocarina of TIme, Star Fox 64 either puts you on (invisible) rails in a forced-scrolling attack run or in a contained 3D arena. Here's the kicker though, the levels are all so perfectly designed and the action is so expertly paced that you never feel restricted. You're too busy racking up kill combos, saving your wingmen, and navigating through flying, burning space debris and buildings and asteroids and terrain to think about what you can't do. And even on rails, Star Fox 64 gives you ways to explore! Most levels have multiple exits and there are a whole mess of different, branching paths through the entire, war-torn Lylat system. The game is designed to be played start to finish in a single sitting, but experimenting with repeat playthroughs is the only way to experience everything this laser-blazing action classic has to offer. On top of all that, it's got a great story, iconic, meme-worthy dialogue, and an absolutely banging soundtrack. It might not have changed the face of interactive entertainment like Super Mario 64 and Ocarina of Time, but it delivered the ultimate shoot'em up space adventure.

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crispychrissy · 6 years

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Holiday Heroes

Summary: After being injured on a hunt and being stuck in one of Bobby’s cabins for the holidays, the Winchesters show up and you’re lucky they did in more ways than one. Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, other minor characters mentioned Word Count: 3495 Warnings: SPN canon injury to reader, Dean being Dean, drinking, language, fluff. A/N: This was originally going to be for a challenge fic but it took a mind of it’s own and ended up exceeding the word limit by quite a bit. I liked how it turned out and I wanted to share it anyways. This is unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine.

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You stared out the window of the cabin, watching the snow gently fall, coating the trees and ground with a light and fluffy dusting of white. You let out a heavy sigh, wincing slightly when the stitches on your stomach pulled on your skin. What a way to spend the holidays, cooped up in one of the old hunter cabins in the middle of nowhere while you heal from the werewolf gashes on your abdomen.

There was no way you were going to be able to do your family tradition of getting a Christmas tree and decorating it. Ever since you could remember, your family had a Christmas tradition of going out in the woods and chopping down a Christmas tree, dragging it back into the house, and spending the entire day decorating it while drinking heavily spiked eggnog. The first person who either fell, broke an ornament, or passed out lost the tradition challenge, and they were forced to dress up at Santa on Christmas. It was humiliating, the itchy costume was so old it smelled like cigarette smoke and body odor, and everyone made sure they took plenty of pictures to add to the holiday photo album to document your embarrassment.

It was some of the fondest memories you had growing up, and the disappointment of breaking tradition made your heart ache, rivaling the pain of the claw marks. You were headed to your mom and step-dad’s house when you caught wind of a werewolf hunt, and being the new but adept hunter you are, you decided to stop and take care of it.

That was your first mistake.

You went at it solo, and one werewolf turned into three, forcing you to think on your feet to finish off the pack. You managed to kill them all, but one got a pretty good swipe across your stomach, leaving you unable to continue the rest of the way to your mom’s house without the possibility of bleeding out. Even if you made it, the last thing you needed was your mom wondering why you were holding your stomach and bleeding profusely.

You were close to a guy named Bobby’s old cabin based on the notes you had, so you decided to stop and patch yourself up, only realizing just how deep the gashes were once you began to stitch the wound closed. Several feet of dental floss and almost a whole bottle of whiskey later, you were finished, immediately passing out from either the whiskey or the pain; you weren’t quite sure which one you succumbed to first.

You woke up, cleaned yourself and the wound, and made some breakfast. You were slow and sluggish on your feet and felt lightheaded at the slightest movement. The stitches were pretty sloppy thanks to your inebriation, but they seemed to be holding, so you didn’t worry. You were luckily able to find some instant coffee and were currently laying on the couch sipping the hot and bitter liquid. You had a plush blanket around your lower half and with the fireplace in the cabin going full blast, you quickly fell asleep again surrounded by warmth.

You were startled out of your slumber by the door to the cabin opening quickly, followed by a cold blast of air and two loud voices. You immediately opened your eyes and reached for your pistol in its spot on the coffee table. You blinked the sleep away from your eyes as you aimed your gun at the two intruders, clicking the safety off.

“Whoa, who the hell are you?” One of the men asked. He was shorter of the two, which didn’t mean much since they were both giants.

“Who are you?” You demanded, your finger resting shakily on the trigger, ready to pull if they tried anything.

“I asked you first sweetheart,” he smirked, staring at your chest. In your panic, you forgot you were just in a tank top with no bra, giving him a clear view of your cleavage.

You pulled the blanket up under your arms and scowled at his leering. “I’m the one with the gun, asshole. So stop staring at my tits and tell me who the fuck you are.”

The taller man to his right held up his hands and smiled. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean. Are you a hunter?”

“Winchester?” You asked and he nodded. You clicked the safety back on your pistol again and set it back down on the coffee table. Figures the Winchester boys would be your holiday companions. Just God’s way of piling onto the shit sundae that has been your week. “Yeah, I’m a hunter, my name is Y/N. Got hurt on a hunt yesterday and made it here to recover.” You groaned as you shifted into a sitting position.

“Mind if I take a look?” Sam asked, gesturing to your stomach. “We’ve been doing this for a really long time and you look pretty young. Did you stitch yourself up?”

Sam seemed genuine in his request, unlike his brother who was still eyeing you like a piece of meat, so you trusted him. You nodded and he came over to the side of the couch, kneeling down to get a better look at your injury. You had bled through the bandages again, leaving your tank top soaked in blood. Sam gently lifted up the bottom of your shirt and hissed through his teeth when he saw the condition of your wound.

“Dean, she’s got an infection. Go get the first aid kit out of the trunk and the prescription stash,” he commanded.

Dean nodded, switching from a smitten school boy to a serious and hardened hunter in a split second, leaving the cabin and heading to his car. You had assumed the warmth you were feeling was from the fireplace and blanket, but now that Sam had mentioned an infection, you realized you were sweating and dizzy. It was a fever.

You looked up at him and tears began to burn your eyes. If they hadn’t showed up, you probably would have died within a few days. Sam must have noticed the tears in the corner of your eyes and your pale complexion, as he scooped up your hand in his own.

“Hey, you’re gonna be okay, Y/N. How long have you been hunting?”

You swallowed thickly and took a deep and shaky breath. “About seven months. My college roommate was killed by a vampire and I helped the hunter that came to my town kill the nest. He gave me some lore books, some phone numbers of other hunters, and the locations of all the hunter cabins.”

“College? How old are you?”

“I’m only nineteen,” you shrugged. “Had to start somewhere, I guess.”

Sam nodded as Dean opened the door, a worn leather bag in one hand and a clear Ziploc bag filled with prescription bottles in the other. He handed the items to Sam, who unzipped the first aid kit, removing some rubber gloves and scissors.

“I have to remove your stitches and clean the cuts before I can reclose it, okay? You want something to bite down on? This isn’t going to be pleasant.” Sam pulled on the rubber gloves and you folded your tank top up, tucking it under your breasts.

“I’m okay. I was a… a klutz when I was a kid. Constantly breaking bones and stuff, so I’m used to pain.” You awkwardly smiled, trying to cover your lie and Sam nodded, not pushing the explanation any further.

“If you feel the urge to pass out, don’t fight it. Having you knocked out while I’m cleaning and stitching it back up will be easier… for both of us.” Sam picked up the scissors and took a deep breath. “Here we go.”

The moment Sam began to start cutting and removing your botched dental floss stitches, you groaned squeezed your eyes shut. The skin around the cuts was sensitive enough, but with the infection there, it was almost unbearable. Dean was at your side immediately and grabbed your hand, allowing you to squeeze his to deal with the pain. You looked up at him and tried to glare, but you growled and screamed out in pain.

You felt lightheaded and your breathing began to speed up, making Sam stop his cuts and look up at you as your chest heaved. You whimpered as your eyes fluttered shut, and the last thing you heard was Sam saying your name before you slipped into darkness.

The first thing you felt was a sharp stinging sensation on your stomach like someone was stabbing you. Your eyes shot open and you tried to scream, but it came out as a choked gurgle. There was something cold and wet across your forehead and you looked around, eyeing Sam as he quickly stood from the chair in the corner of the room and crouched down next to you.

You were laying in a bed in one of the rooms of the cabin with a cold washcloth over your forehead. Sam smiled when he saw you look at him.

“Hey, welcome back. We weren’t sure when you were going to wake up. Or if you were going to wake up,” he placed his hand on your arm. “You’re safe, try to relax and not move.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, but when you tried to speak, but it came out as a raspy squeak. Sam held up a finger and left the room, returning a few seconds later with a bottle of water. He uncapped it and held it for you while you drank so you didn’t chug it down so quickly that you choked and ripped your stitches.

“Thank you,” you said, wiping away the water that dribbled onto your chin with the back of your hand. “How long was I out?”

“Almost three days.” He dropped the empty water bottle into the trash. “Your fever broke late last night thanks to the antibiotics. You were lucky the snowstorm wasn’t too bad when we found you. Dean had to run and get an IV for you at the hospital since you wouldn’t wake up to take the pills.”

You looked down at your arm and eyed the small needle mark with some light bruising around it. “You did all this?”

Sam nodded. “You can learn to do pretty much anything on the internet.”

You laughed, but quickly stopped and groaned, feeling the stitches tug. “Oww. Don’t make me laugh, Winchester.”

Sam smiled. “Well, we’re snowed in for the foreseeable future, so you might as well get comfortable and let your body heal. I hope you don’t mind some company for the holidays.”

You pouted and looked down, picking at your fingernails. You were definitely not going home for the holidays and now you were going to miss the hunt for the tree and the eggnog decoration challenge. Sam noticed your change in demeanor and tapped your leg, making you look up at him with tears welling up in your eyes.

He frowned when he saw you were about to cry. “I swear, we’re not that bad of company.”

“No, not that,” you shook your head and sighed, “I’m gonna miss going home for the holidays. Miss out on my family’s tradition.”

Sam cocked his head to the side. “What tradition?”

You explained to him how you would all go out in the woods as a family and find the fullest and tallest tree that would fit in the house and take turns cutting it down. Once it was down, you would drag it back to the house and break out the eggnog. You told him how your Uncle Mark would add almost a half-bottle of extra rum to the eggnog and everyone would drink while the tree was decorated, and the first one to break something, fall down, or pass out had to play Santa and be humiliated on Christmas.

Sam watched you explain the tradition and saw how your eyes lit up as you remembered the memories of past Christmases with your family. He felt guilty that you weren’t able to spend the holiday with them, and it made him realize how many normal family traditions he missed out on when he was growing up. He began to hatch a plan in his mind that would require Dean’s help, but he wanted to give you something to brighten your Christmas.

“Your family sounds fun,” Sam smiled. “Most hunters don’t really have any family left, so it’s pretty rare to see a hunter that heads home for the holidays.”

“Well, this is one hunter that won’t be heading home for the holidays this year,” you gestured at your bandaged stomach. “Would you mind grabbing my phone so I can let my mom and step-dad know where I am and that I won’t be making it?” You yawned, suddenly overcome with fatigue and Sam stood up, nodding.

“You get some rest, I’ll grab your phone and text them for you. Are they under ‘Mom and Stepdad’ in your phone?”

You shook your head. “No, my mom is under ‘Mom’ but my stepdad is under ‘Ducky’.” Sam raised an eyebrow at your nickname and you smiled. “Long story. Just tell them that I got stuck at work and wouldn’t be able to make it through the snowstorm in time for Christmas.”

“Okay,” Sam pulled the blanket up around your chest, “you’re definitely going to have to explain his nickname when you wake up… but for now, get some sleep.” He walked around the bed and walked toward the doorway to shut off the light.

You wiggled down so you were lying flat and sighed happily at the warmth of the blankets. “Thank you for taking care of me, Sam,” you quietly murmured.

Sam turned around to tell you that you were welcome, but you were already fast asleep, your eyes closed and lips parted. He smiled, flipped off the light, and quietly shut the door behind him.

He and Dean had a busy day ahead of them.

You woke the following morning after a very fitful twenty hours of sleep. Your stomach was considerably less painful than it was yesterday and you were able to shuffle, albeit slowly, to the bathroom to pee without any help. You heard muffled voices coming from the living room, but before you were able to leave the bedroom to investigate, the door opened to reveal Sam carrying a steaming plate of eggs and bacon.

“Hey, you’re up and moving around!” He exclaimed, walking over and putting the plate on the night stand beside the bed. “Lay down really quick so I can take that bandage off and you can shower. You slept for a while. Do you feel any better?”

“Much, thanks to you and Dean,” you said, moving back over to the bed and laying down. You lifted up your shirt and Sam gingerly removed the current bandage, trying to be as careful as possible to not hurt you when the scabs were stuck in the gauze.

“You think you can shower by yourself?” He asked, throwing the soiled gauze in the trash can and looking at the wound to make sure there was no more infection.

You blushed, but nodded your head. “I think I can handle it. I’ll yell if I need some help,” you looked up at him, “and if I do need help, I only want you to come. I didn’t like the way Dean was ogling me the other day.”

“You and me both. He knows you’re nineteen now and was completely disgusted with his behavior. He thought you were a lot older than that. I did, too. But,” he pointed to the plate of food, “eat up and take a shower, then meet us in the living room. I grabbed your bag from your car, it’s next to the dresser.”

“Thanks, Sam.” You grabbed his arm before he walked away and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close in a hug, being mindful of your stomach.

He rubbed his hand up and down your back and smiled down at you. “You’re welcome. Now go take a shower, you smell.”

You playfully pushed him away and giggled. He smiled back at you and shut the door behind himself. You quickly ate, showered, and changed into a pair of baggy flannel pants and a faded band t-shirt. You felt so much better than you have in the past week, and once you replaced the bandage on your stomach, you opened the door to the bedroom and walked out into the living room to meet the Winchesters.

You were about to announce your presence when your eyes landed on the gorgeous and full pine tree planted smack in the middle of the small living room. There was a few boxes at the base of the tree which seemed to hold silver bullets hanging from strings, several hex bags, and ninja stars that you assumed would be acting as ornaments.

“Surprise! Merry Christmas!” You jumped a little as Dean and Sam both stepped out from behind the counter of the kitchen, a cup of eggnog in each of their hands.

You smiled and laughed, ignoring the pain in your stomach, as you took in the sight of the two Winchesters before you. Sam had a pair of antlers on his head while Dean was sporting a bright red Santa hat. The former handed you a cup of eggnog and you couldn’t help but tear up.

“Guys,” your voice broke as tears fell from your eyes, “you didn’t have to do this! I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart,” Dean grinned. “Just drink, be merry, and don’t be the first one to pass out when we’re decorating this bad boy.” Dean nudged his elbow toward the pine tree.

Sam stepped forward. “We know you weren’t going to make it home, so I, we, wanted to do something for you. You told me about your Christmas tradition with your family and we decided to improvise while you were asleep. Dean and I never had a traditional Christmas when we were growing up and we were hoping you would share your tradition with us.”

“Of course!” You took a sip of eggnog and groaned at the delicious burn of the extra kick of rum that was in it. “Just like Uncle Mark’s,” you nodded your approval. “Let’s get started.”

You were correct in your assumption as to what the substitute ornaments were. There were dozens of silver bullets dangling from strings, a few hex bags, and some shiny ninja stars. You each took turns decorating the tree over the next few hours. The eggnog was flowing pretty steadily and to your surprise, Sam was the first one to trip and fall over in a fit of giggles, effectively losing the challenge.

Dean patted his brother on the back once he helped him to his feet and replaced the antlers on his head with the Santa hat. Sam let out a booming “Ho, ho, ho” before breaking into a fit of laughter again. Dean glanced at the top of the tree and, after a moment of what you assumed to be deep thought, he grinned a devilish smirk. He quickly sprinted out of the cabin to his car.

He returned a few minutes later with something behind his back. He quickly walked over to the tree and wiggled the item he retrieved from his car onto the top branch of the tree. He adjusted it a few more times to make sure it was going to stay and then stepped back, admiring his makeshift star.

“Is that a grenade launcher?” You asked, trying and failing to suppress your laughter.

“You bet your ass it is. One day I’ll be able to use her… but until now, I think she makes a wonderful star.” He sighed happily. “She’s a star in my heart, that’s for sure.”

You looked to Sam who just shrugged and smiled before he finished off his cup of eggnog. He pulled you against his side and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the hair on the side of your head and sighed.

“Thank you for letting us in on your family tradition,” he said softly. “It might not be perfect, but we wanted to make you feel as close to home as we could.”

You looked up at him and stood on your tiptoes, leaning in and kissing him on his cheek, making him blush. “I loved it, Sam. Thank you for saving me and saving my Christmas.”

Sam nodded in acknowledgement and squeezed his arm around you as you watched the silver bullets shimmer in the light of the fire. You may have missed Christmas with your family, but who says you can’t enjoy some new traditions along the way?

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sigurdjarlson · 7 years

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Replies! Woo! super late i know

highpriestessbriyanna said: This is always my reaction. Like “yes. keep talking. Wait.. did you just PUN at me again.. IMA KNIOCK THAT FUCKER OFF A CLIFF”

IM 99.9% sure someone has knocked khadgar off a cliff before and there’s an 80% chance it was because of a pun

owmyeyeballs said: You ok, friendbeast?

just tired and in a bit of a slump but i’ll be okay. thank you <3

owmyeyeballs said: Know that feel…

my poor girl! hasn’t she been through enough.. (*evil brain sounds*)

skullkind said: congrats!

Thank you!! It was the shitty demon hunter boots but it’s better than nothin!

lovesdaryl said: Feel better soon. *hugs*

thank you <3 *hugs*

skullkind said: me with illidan like once a week

same tbh

casterlycosplay said: Very relatable content

i wish i could say its the first time i’ve teared up while thinking about khadgar..but its not

apaladinfailure said: this is the most relatable thing you’ve ever posted

Khadgar..such a tearjerker huheuheuh he cries while he wanks

anzareveange said: im giving him all my love.

same. i want blizz to let me hug him so bad like PLEASE

skullkind said: hey !! im skull and ive been following you for a while and think youre super chill! i llove ur wow posting ! you dont need to follow back but i would love to chat sometime or stuff ^^

hello!!1 :D thank you for following. I’m glad you enjoy them. Feel free to contact me anytime! I’d love to chat

shadowphoenixrider said: Yeah, I remember her sneaking around the Twilight Highlands in Cata.

That sounds like her <3

ship-garbage-pile said: ^^ yeah she’s one of the quest givers order hall

I need to level my rogue..

lovesdaryl said: I might have mentioned this, but we went to ZG before it was patched out and I actually won the tiger and gave it to my husband as a gift. He looks magnificent on it. :-)

this is honestly the sweetest thing ever

anzareveange said: sleeping with the enemy…

Khadgar and Gul’dan have some serious unresolved sexual tension lbr

owmyeyeballs said: I love reading your responses to these. Thanks for putting up with my nonsense! XD

I love answering them <3

a-little-squirrely-sunshine said: My cat is named David Bowie, and depending on how I phrase things I get the best odd looks from my friends.

That’s great like i cna just imagine..DAVID BOWIE WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR MOUTH sdkgkdfh

owmyeyeballs said: These two just keep on breaking my heart…

they break mine too ugh. My poor babies

shadowphoenixrider said: I’d vote, but I like quite a few and I don’t think they’d all fit in this text box. I might…steal one idea though.

Steal as many as you’d like and I’d still love to hear which ones you think i should write!

doitsuki said: yes genn is lower in the hierarchy

he’s..the omega

ghoulghoulneighbor said: But they said no homo while they did it……….

blizzard could make a cinemeatic where khadgar and medivh have explicit sex and they’d still be like.. “no homo tho”

shadowphoenixrider said: Eggs-llecent idea, Archmage.

BLOCKED

anzareveange said: take all my dollars blizzard! hire him for the movie!

I won’t accept anyone else as old khadgar now. Someone get me into contact with George

owmyeyeballs said: i love them!!!!

My fierce saber queens <3

apaladinfailure said: omg that it so sweet im crying

i cried a lil while writing it so don’t feel bad hehheh

owmyeyeballs said: Oh dear lord, that was adorable and sad… someone protect these sweethearts!

protect Khadgar and Jaina 2k17

shadowphoenixrider said: Ow my heart! If you’ll excuse me, I’ll just lie down…right here…

i had to do the same after writing it tbh

owmyeyeballs said: Sweet, precious babies!

i just want to hold them both

shadowphoenixrider said: *chinhands* These are lovely, you know.

thank you so much!!

shadowphoenixrider said: I’m not quite sure my heart should be hurting this much in the morning, but it is!

Hohoho there’s a lot more where that came from!

ghoulghoulneighbor said: How dare u. This is some 10/10 pain, would cry again.

Same tbh. I made their parents and I was like shit..i love them

ghoulghoulneighbor said: I knew Illidan was the daddy kink type, I just knew it

YOU ARE NOT PREPARED...FOR ILLIDADDY’S DICK

ghoulghoulneighbor said: what have I started.

*points at medivh* Medaddy.

*points at Gul’dan* Gul’daddy

anzareveange said: Many races dont have orphans or child models. i want to see a tauren child, or a dwarf or a gnome child.

there are nightborne children models so blizz really doesn’t have an excuse anymore. I want children models for all the races, blizz. Give me this now

shadowphoenixrider said: I’d like to inform you that Khadgar is introduced in the book Tides of Darkness with a youngster in one arm and holding the hand of another. We don’t call him Dadgar for nothing! ^^

OH NO!!! This is so sweet I really need to read Tides of Darkness...and Beyond the Dark Portal

anzareveange said: “Put that thing back where it came from” no, it can be really painfull, also the mother is dead, so no.

maybe illidan doesn’t know where babies come from

ghoulghoulneighbor said: you’d think his hunters would be expecting this kind of thing by now tho

very true. new recruits learn very quickly not to stand behind Illidaddy. He’s very dramatic and very passionate. when he gets excited he can’t control his wings

shadowphoenixrider said: I’d like to add that if you put a pet bed down, it’ll attempt to ‘sit’ in it. Reduced my bf to wheezing laughter when he saw it.

FDHDfhd I KNOW ISN’T IT GREAT. You make him jump through the flaming hoop too.

It catches on fire sometimes and runs away...oops

shalar0s said: I’m dying over the “well that’s new.” Oh my god I can’t breathe.

nothing surprises Moroes anymore. Nothing.

unidentified-starman said: see, kids? this is what happens when you party (& clean up the library) too much

Ben!Khadgar? Before Medivh.

Game!Khadgar? After Medivh.

Medivh is a helluva drug

spicymulligan said: Boy howdy ur gonna LOVE Glee then

this is the worst thing you’ve ever said to me

ghoulghoulneighbor said: The ONLY way to treat your giant fuzzy murdercat

she loves her giant fuzzy murdercats <33

owmyeyeballs said: I want to hug Dilly too!

She needs a hug tbh

apaladinfailure said: this is entirely possible with genn greymane

SOMEONE DREW THAT!! I don’t know where it is but it was his wife riding on his back into battle

derp-mage said: It would have been glorious and now I’m mad he didn’t go full on worgen run

blizzard let us ride Malfurion in his regular form

WAIT NO

owmyeyeballs said: KHADGAR DO NOT FUCK THE SKULL

too late. he hurt himself rip

unidentified-starman said: it’ll look even more ridiculous when he appears in the warcraft movie sequel or smth (i hope it gets made sometime). he’ll probably be at least half cgi (or a man flapping his arms in a motion capture suit). look at cgi malfurion go

I am excited and dreading the day they add Malfurion to the films. Because he’s either going to look awesome or fuckin terribly hilarious (more likely tbh) and I can’t wait. (SHIT...motion capture behind the scene shit is so great)

shadowphoenixrider said: pffft that second one. AFAIK Khadgar asplodes everyone in Kilrogg’s vision, but I don’t think it’s Mythic difficulty? Could be wrong.

hmm i just did the Kilrogg fight on mythic on both Diily and Alaluria and didn’t get any visions. Is there something I have to do to trigger it? (i will cry)

ghoulghoulneighbor said: Your tag said wing burrito and I thought of a burrito stuffed with chicken wings, with the horns and blindfold. …I’ll see myself out.

*muffled sobbing from the bathroom* I was not prepared for these burritos..

shadowphoenixrider said: Don’t apologise, I love hearing these.

you’re an angel. thank you <3

carlyrosk said: That’s how I am too oh my god. That cinematic crushed both me and my Deathlord! I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on Genn! He’s been through SO much, and he’s just snapped with Varian’s death.

Genn’s reaction to Varian’s death in the cinematic kills me every time. Genn kills me. My poor old wolf man </3

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