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torukmaktoskxawng · 4 months

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run away with me

Pairing: Nor/Sarentu!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for Avatar Frontiers of Pandora, fluff, angst, mentions of brainwashing and residential school trauma

Taglist: @mooniequeen

A/N: No one has requested me to write for AFoP so I decided to take matters into my own hands *cracks knuckles* Let's get to work.

This is basically my rendition of the cutscene you see when playing the game, after the title card. I made it lean more toward the angsty, romance play that we were robbed of when the game finally came out XD Enjoy!

Part 2

When So'lek told you that Nor had left Resistance HQ to have some time to think, you knew you needed to seek him out.

Using your new abilities and talents to track him down, it didn't shock you when you found Nor on one of the highest cliffs near the base of their new home. You remember he made a comment earlier about how there were more colors on Pandora than he remembered and how he had no names for them. You suspected he'd be all the way out here, admiring those colors and maybe trying to invent new names for them.

He didn't react when you approached the small fire he made, likely expecting you to come find him. He turned to face you with lowered ears and a forlorn look in his eyes, "What must our ancestors think of us? Do you think they pity us? Sad to see what we've become?"

"We're still Sarentu."

"Teylan barely speaks our tongue, but then... he always preferred human words."

"Alma says we all need time to adjust."

"Alma is not Na'vi." He growled lowly, turning away to kneel down in front of the fire.

You weren't deterred by his attitude, knowing Nor better than you sometimes knew yourself. He felt things stronger than most. He was passionate about what or how he felt and he wasn't afraid to admit it, hence why he didn't shy away when he proudly proclaimed his feelings toward you. It was years ago now, just the night before Alma snuck you and your friends into cryosleep to wait out the war. All that time you could've been with Nor... lost to cryosleep.

Nor felt the same loss as well, and that is why he wasn't wasting any more time. When neither of you are out on missions, you're with each other, safe at HQ, making up for lost time. Your relationship is technically still new and can easily be chalked up to young love, but Nor didn't see it that way. He claimed that was the way only Sky People saw it, but not the Na'vi. He wanted to do this right, and in his mind, the only right way was the Na'vi way.

So he asked So'lek for advice, on standard Na'vi customs and what the older man might know about the Sarentu ways to court someone. Nor was determined and straightforward about what he wanted to make sure you only got the best treatment. The Na'vi treatment, something that you deserved to have when you were younger but it was taken from you.

That's what you loved about him, growing up beside him. He reminded you so much of your sister at times with their shared determination as kids, though you refused to continue making that comparison after she died... afraid that if Nor acted too much like Aha'ri, then he would die just like her. You couldn't bear to lose him, too, not after everything Mercer and TAP have done to you.

Even now, as you two stood on top of that cliff, you were afraid of losing him, either to death or to life, should life and fate decide to tear you two apart. You wished you could vocalize your fear to him, but you were never as brave or as straightforward as Nor. You were grateful he had approached you about his feelings first, or else neither of you would've ever known.

Although you were not one with words, you were one with actions, and even Nor knew that you communicated with deeds.

Walking up to him, you slide your hand over his shoulder, and while he doesn't say a word, trapped with the demons in his head, he places his own hand on top of yours, a gesture of gratitude. He was thankful for your comfort, knowing that your way of communicating stems from being touch-starved and you would rather voice your thoughts through your actions instead of just saying them because, to you, that means so much more.

You keep your hand on his shoulder, the warmth of his palm bleeding into your skin while you look up and over the cliffside, admiring the scenery with a sad tone in your voice, "Why did the RDA come back?"

"They wanted more of Pandora," he responds with defeat, "They always do."

"Then we'll need to fight," you express with determination, squeezing his shoulder, "Aha'ri would have wanted us to fight."

You try to pull away, but Nor is suddenly too fast. He grasps your hand, gently, and you pause in your movement. He stands to his full height to gaze into your eyes, trying to relay what he's thinking without saying a word. But he wasn't like you. He wasn't good at sharing his thoughts through actions. He was better at it by talking, so that is what he did.

"Or we could run," he suggests and is quick to continue when the expression on your face falls, "Leave this place. Find somewhere else to call home."

"We've talked about this, Nor," you sigh tiredly, recalling not long ago when you, him, Ri'nela and Teylan were all sitting around a fire as Nor suggested they could all run away together. You express the same thing you said back then, too, "Alma brought us here for a reason. She believes in us."

He snarls, though there isn't much heat behind it, "Alma just wants to control us."

Not even you believed what he was saying, lowering your voice to a comforting whisper, "Alma is not Mercer. She actually cares about us as People."

"She left us."

"She thought we were gone."

He steps closer until he's nearly pressed against your chest, his hands sliding up to gently grasp both sides of your face, entwined in your hair. His voice wavered, desperate eyes staring back into yours, "If it were me instead of her, I would've clawed through the rubble of TAP, and I would've looked forever. Un... until I knew for sure if I lost you or not."

You wanted to be touched by the statement, your heart fluttering in your chest while Nor could no doubt feel your heartbeat, pumping through his hands as they rested near both sides of your neck. You shake your head slightly, "That is different. What Alma feels for us is not the same as... as what you feel for me. For all of us."

He shivered, almost proud that you managed to admit your confidence in his feelings toward you. He leans his forehead against yours, breathing in the same air as you while he matches the intimate moment with a whisper, "Exactly. I can't trust Alma with my family. I can only trust myself or you to take care of the four of us, to ensure we stick together."

You wet your lips when they felt dry, deciding to play into his dream for a little bit, "Suppose we did run away... where would we go?"

'Wherever we want! All of us,' he wanted to say the same thing he told Teylan down by the campfire, but he says it differently with you, "Anywhere, far away from here."

"Just the four of us?"

"The four of us," he confirms with a nod, thinking that he had you convinced, "We'll start our own clan. We'll renew the Sarentu."

"And what will happen when the war eventually finds us?"

Your question drives Nor to freeze, and so you continue, "Either Mercer, RDA, or TAP, it won't matter. They'll find us. You know they will."

He unfroze finally, huffing with determination, "Then we will fight."

"But if we fight now, and we win, then we can leave and we will never have to worry about the Sky People again," your hands moved until they were wrapped around Nor's waist, a bold move to match his own, his fingers still wrapped up in the hair on the back of your neck,

"We would never have to keep running or look over our shoulders ever again," you continue, "If we can end this sooner than later, I will go with you. I'll go wherever you want. But... But I can't leave now knowing what the Sky People are capable of. I can't leave knowing that there would be another child out there whose clan was wiped out and I wasn't brave enough to stop it from happening. I would never forgive myself."

Your words stun him into silence, and the intensity of his gaze causes you to feel shy and embarrassed, lowering your head to avoid him until his hands pause your movement. He gently uses his thumbs to push your chin to tilt back up, and when your eyes meet, he pauses for a moment, his intense eyes scanning your expression before his lips twitch up into a small, fond smile, "Heh."

"What?" You tilt your head, hesitant but smiling as well.

"Nothing. It's just... Aha'ri would be proud of you."

He says it so confidently that you know you believe him, and his words make your heart swell with pride and grief, missing your sister. Nor leans back and digs in the pocket of his pants, "I have something for you."

"What is it?"

He provides a carved stone, bearing the mark you both have on your face to signify your long-lost clan, "It's something to remind you of me, whenever you leave HQ and I cannot follow you. It's also a promise."

"What promise?"

"That if I ever leave, it will only be when you are ready to come with me," he leans back into your space, pressing your foreheads together once more as he closes his eyes, taking in your scent, "This time, my love, I go wherever you go."

You clutch the stone in your hand, wanting the carved mark to brand into your skin as you close your eyes as well. You already plan to tie Nor's stone into the songcord So'lek had given you, and you hope that in time, the songcord will grow, and there will be many more milestones to signify. Milestones that you hope that Nor and your friends will share with you, as Sarentu and as your family.

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just-jordie-things · 7 months

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hey!! can i req part 2 of the headcanons meeting megumi for the first time during the jujutsu tech exchange event? thank you!

a/n: ik i said i would make a part 2 for this a long time ago but y'all know i lie :3

read part one here ___

the first mistake megumi made was telling yuuji and nobara about his run in with you during the first portion of the exchange event.

because during the second portion, the pair would not stop teasing him about it. every time he was stuck on the benches with one or both of them, it was nonstop snickering. something about a crush.

so when he actually had to participate in the baseball game, he was very distracted. that brings us to mistake two.

mistake two was he couldn't seem to bring his attention away from you.

if it was his turn to bat, his eyes were finding you in the outfield. if he was on one of the bases, he was sneaking glances out of his peripheral. it didn't completely ruin his ability to play the game, but it did make it more difficult. and it was obvious to his team that his head was in the clouds.

but he couldn't help it. when your eyes would meet you always gave him a little smile and a discreet wave of your hand, as though you were old friends, and not practically strangers.

and god, it got worse when the teams swapped and it was tokyo's turn to pitch.

when you were up to bat you had such a confidence about you. which was deserved, you hit a perfect home run after all. megumi was standing in the outfield completely awestruck. which didn't go unnoticed by his so-called friends, who were still laughing and teasing during the game.

at one point he completely missed an easy out because he hadn't noticed the ball falling in his direction. he was too focused on how excited you looked when you cheered for miwa to run all the bases. you got riled up when you were proud, bouncing and waving your arms as you supported your team. it was... cute.

he didn't actually get to talk to you until the game was over, and actually, you were the one to approach him.

he'd just taken off the dumb helmet that made his hair feel flat and weird. he'd been trying to fix it back to normal when he realized you were walking up to him, your bag slung over your shoulder while the rest of your classmates were already headed out.

it was strange to be alone with just you. it made his face feel hot with awkwardness. (it was awkwardness... right? after your weird encounter during the first part of the event?)

"i just wanted to say good game," you'd said sweetly, and to his surprise, you even stuck your hand out. "it was fun"

despite some hesitation, megumi shook your hand. he made tht awkward too, staring at you like you had a hidden plan of attack, and holding onto your hand a little too long.

you didn't seem bothered by his behavior, you even laughed when you eventually slipped your hand out of his hold.

"uh, yeah, i guess it was... fun" he agreed half heartedly. team sports weren't really his thing. and he could've done without the relentless teasing from his friends through most of it.

"anyways..." you shifted your stance a bit, your hands folding together behind your back. "i also wanted to tell you that i like your shikigami. it's cute. like you. and if you're okay with it, could i give you my number?"

poor guy's doing a full double take, his eyes widen, his face goes pink and his mouth is gaping like a fish. he looks kind of ridiculous, but you're endeared by it, laughing softly as you wait for his response.

"your number?" he repeats, dumbly.

"yeah," you nod. "i dunno. i like you. i wanna talk to you more"

you were so damn blunt megumi wasn't sure if this was some kind of prank or not. it had to be, right?

nonetheless, he's fumbling for his phone, unlocking it and handing it to you so you could put your number in. you're grinning, happily typing in your contact info before passing it back to him.

"no pressure!" you tell him with a smile, just to be sure he's not uncomfortable. "you don't have to reach out. but, if you do, i'll answer" you add the last part softly, accompanied with pink cheeks and shy eyes that barely meet his.

"no, i'll call" he says with certainty.

you're beaming, taken aback by his blunt interest, but eager to know your little crush was reciprocated.

"alright then," you hum. "then i guess i'll talk you later"

you bid him goodbye, having to rush after the rest of your classmates who were determined to go back to kyoto with or without you. but you make sure to give megumi a wave over your shoulder.

he's still frozen in place, not totally sure what had just happened, but he waves back, and his heart starts to beat erratically in his chest.

you don't know it, but before he calls you a day later, he paces the halls of the school trying to think of just what to say when you pick up. he's mad anxious, wanting to come across just right, to tell the right stories and ask the right questions. he's not sure what you saw in him in a matter of a day that made you develop an interest, but he's determined to make sure you remain interested.

he doesn't know it, but you're so excited when he does call that you don't mind at all when he talks about. he could've told you how he'd spent every minute of his day and you would've been delighted to listen.

___ a/n: sorry again this is four months late bcuz i suck :3

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bookwyrminspiration · 7 months

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Transcript of The Trade, the Marella KOTLC short story (Including the author introduction)

Note: OG pictures taken by Kenna!, provided by @fintan-pyren. Some words are obscured and the transcript may contain errors. Neverless, I hope this is useful to anyone who may need/want it :)

Hello, wonderful Keeper readers! Some of you might already know that I love to sneak a little something extra into the paperback versions of my books whenever I can (since I don't think hardcover readers should get to be the only ones who sometimes find fun bonuses). For those who didn't know that: surprise! :)

I knew I wanted to include a story from Marella's POV this time. Not only is she on the cover (looking fierce and fabulous!) and a fan-favorite character, but she also had some key scenes in Stellarlune that we only got to "hear" about. The Keeper books are limited to Sophie's POV, so I can only include moments where Sophie is present--and since Sophie didn't go with Marella to her meetings with Fintan, we only learn what Marella tells Sophie later. But what if there was something Marella didn't share?

Over the next few pages, you can watch one of Marella's conversations with Fintan play out in real time and hear all Marella's thoughts and reactions to what's happening. I've called this story "The Trade"--and I've worked in lots of fun little extra details (some of which might even turn out to be important later...*wink*).

For those wondering, this story is based a [sic] scene in chapter 31 of Stellarlune--and if you haven't read Stellarlune yet: SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! Reading this first will probably be confusing and will also give away a few tidbits too early. You'll be much happier if you start by reading Stellarlune and then come back here for all the Marella fun once you're done!

Happy reading! [shannon's signature]

"Ugh, I hate this place," Marella muttered, shaking the freshly fallen snowflakes out of her gilded blond hair much harder than necessary and yanking her thick velvet cape tighter around her narrow shoulders.

She said the same thing every time she had to trudge through the knee-high snowdrifts and found herself staring at the icicle-crusted entrance to the now familiar cave.

Didn't matter how many times she'd gone there--or how important her visits were. She was never not going to dread making the long, slippery trek down to Fintan's frozen cell.

The cave looked like some sort of open-mouthed snow beast waiting to devour everything in its path--which was probably intentional, since the prison was designed to be as miserable as possible.

Especially for someone like her.

The goblin guards even gave her pitying stares as they moved aside to reveal the endless icy path that wound down and down--and down a whole lot more--to a place where the tiniest glimmer of heat had long since been swallowed up by the suffocating cold.

No amount of clothing could keep Marella warm in the heart of the prison She'd actually tried wearing so many layers that she'd looked like an overstuffed gulon--and she still couldn't stop shivering. And the whole "body temperature regulation" thing wasn't exactly possible when she had to use so much concentration to make sense of Fintan's ranting.

it wasn't fair.

Everyone else got to train their special abilities in fancy rooms at Foxfire, with Mentors who weren't creepy, unstable murderers.

But they weren't Pyrokinetics.

Marella was lucky the Council was letting her use her ability at all.

They could just as easily label her Talentless, kick her out of their snobby academy, and ban her from ever sparking another flame.

Or they could decide she was too dangerous and lock her away.

in fact, Marella wouldn't have been surprised at all if the Council was already building an icy cage just for her--but the thought still made her shiver and wish she could've manifested as...

Nope.

She stopped herself from finishing that sentence.

If life had taught her anything, it was that there's no point wanting things that were never going to happen.

Instead, she focused on the thin beams of sunlight streaking through a gap in the gloomy gray clouds. The light was far from warm, but if she really concentrated, she could feel a hint of lingering heat tangled among the brightness.

She called the warmth closer and soaked it in--let it pool under her skin, pounding with her pulse, swelling with every heartbeat. Growing hotter and hotter and hotter until...

Snap!

A flick of her fingers sent a small tangle of flames sparking to life above her left palm.

"Feel better?" Linh asked as Marella let out a long, slow sigh.

Marella nodded--though she definitely could've done without the whispered that were now hissing around her head.

The flames had a soft, crackly voice. And they always made the same plea.

Feed me.

Fire craved fuel--constantly wanting more, more, more--and it would've been so easy for Marella to let the fire swell bigger and bigger and bigger.

But that was the kind of thing that would lead to a lifetime of shivering in an underground ice cube, so she forced her gaze to shift to Linh, who stood in a small, snowless circle surrounded by a halo of hovering snowflakes---none daring to touch her long silver-tipped hair or shimmery purple cape.

Marella knew how hard Linh had fought to achieve that level of control, and how tentative Linh's hold over her ability still was. But the fact Linh could stand in a sea of frozen water and do nothing except keep the falling snow from settling on her flushed pink cheeks was very...

Annoying.

Then again, everyone annoyed Marella a little.

Her dad used to call her "fiery" long before he realized how accurate that description truly was.

But it wasn't Marella's fault!

People tended to be annoying.

Especially a Hydrokinetic who was currently looking all peaceful and pretty and perfect while making snowflakes flutter and spin in intricate patterns.

That didn't mean Marella wasn't also grateful that Linh was willing to tag along to her Pyrokinetic lessons. it was nice to see a friendly face after hours of Fintan's rambling. Plus, it seemed like a good idea to have someone with water powers around while she practiced setting things on fire.

They were even finding some pretty cool ways to work together. Fire and water might be opposites--but that didn't mean they couldn't be combined. Marella had actually figured out a way to ignite Linh's rain, and she couldn't wait to use that little trick on the Neverseen--assuming those black-cloaked losers ever showed up again.

For a fearsome, unstoppable rebellion, they sure spend a lot of time hiding.

"Are you going to start by asking him about the cache or do the lesson first?" Linh asked, reminding Marella why they were there.

Marella shrugged. "Depends on Fintan's mood."

Sometimes he was already babbling about some fancy new fire trick when she arrived, as if he'd started the lesson without bothering to wait for her. Other times she couldn't get anywhere with him until she'd let him go on and on and on about how foolish the Council was, or how badly he'd been wronged, or how much he missed the feel of a flickering flame--and she didn't necessarily blame him for the last one.

Part of her wanted to hold on to her fireball forever.

Make it her smoky little pet.

Instead, she curled her fingers into a fist and snuffed it out--but she didn't let all the heat dissipate. She called a single tingling glint deeper, letting it sear through her veins and settle into her heart.

She knew it was a risky move, even with all the defenses she wrapped around it. But she couldn't bear the cold emptiness of Fintan's prison without a least a tiny fleck of warmth tucked away.

A secret spark whispering, I'm here. You're not alone.

"Okay," she said, weaving a few strands of her hair together to clam her twitchy fingers. She'd picked up the nervous habit years ago--after her mom's accident--and the tiny braids were kind of her trademark now. "i guess I should stop stalling and head down to deal with Sir Creepysparks, huh?"

Linh smiled. "Probably. Unless you want to rehearse what you're going to say."

"Nah. I'm just going to offer him an ugly flower--that doesn't exactly need a big speech. Oh, but that reminds me..."

She reached into her cape pocket and pulled out the spiky dark blue Noxflare--which looked more like a dying weed than a super-rare flower--and held it up to the guards. "Mr. Forkle already checked this before I brought it here, to make sure it's safe for me to offer to Fintan. but I figured you'd want to check it too."

"We do," they agreed in unison as one of the biggest, deadliest-looking guards took the Noxflare from Marella and brought it over to the other goblins.

A lot of mumbling about potential kindling and fire hazards followed.

Eventually, the guards decided to quick-freeze the Noxflare into a block of ice in case there was any heat stored inside.

"Whoa," Marella said when the scary guard returned with the flower-filled ice cube--which had turned out as big as her head. "How heavy is that thing?"

The guard studied Marella's skinny arms. "I can carry it for you if you'd like."

"That's probably be smart." Marella was pretty sure she'd drop it, or her fingers would freeze off during the long walk--and using telekinesis would drain her mental energy. "But can you stay out of sight? I was planning to tell Fintan he can only see his weird flower thing if he gives me access to his memories, and that's kinda ruined if there's a giant goblin holding it right next to me.

Not that it made the plan any less pointless.

Fintan was obviously going to turn her down.

He's already made it super clear that the only trade he was interested in was for his freedom--which was never going to happen.

Marella doubted a dying flower frozen in ice was suddenly going to make him be like, You know what? Who needs out of this horrible prison when I can have that!

But she was out of other ideas.

And Sophie wanted her to try the Noxflare thing, so...

Whatever.

Marella didn't care about Sophie's current power trip the way Stina did.

As long as she didn't have to be the one coming up with all the plans--or almost dying all the time--Marella was fine following orders. Especially if she got to say I told you so when they turned out to be a huge waste of time.

"Sure you don't want me to come with you?" Linh asked as Marella pulled thick gloves onto her hands. "Fintan likes me."

Marella wasn't sure if "like" was the right word, since Fintan didn't seem to like anybody. But he'd definitely been impressed with Linh.

He'd demanded to speak with "the Hydrokinetic" after Marella mentioned she practiced her pyrokinesis with Linh, so Marella had convinced the goblin guards to let Linh down into the prison. And when Fintan asked for a demonstration of Linh's ability to ensure she wouldn't "hinder his training," Linh had stirred up all the ice shards on his floor and made them rain around him like he was trapped inside a snow globe--which actually made him applaud.

Apparently, most Hydrokinetics struggled to manipulate water in its solid form, and were limited to liquid water or water vapor.

But not Linh.

Of course.

Marella was pretty sure that Linh was more powerful than any of her other friends.

"Well, if you need me, you know where to find me," Linh said as Marella forced her feet to carry her into the cave. "I'll just be here, making another snow menagerie." She flicker her wrist and wove the hovering snowflakes into a soaring alenon.

"Ugh, at least make some ugly creatures this time," Marella called over her shoulder. "I want to see a row of snow ghouls when I get back here. Or a giant Princess Purryfins!"

Linh gasped. "Princess Purryfins is not ugly! I'm going to tell her you said that!"

Marella laughed. "I'm sure you will."

She would've teased Linh more about her ridiculous obsession with her pet murcat, but the frigid air from the prison hit Marella hard, and she had to lock her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering.

As least she didn't have to make the journey by herself this time.

Marella could hear the scary goblin guard keeping pace several steps behind her as her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim blue light cast by a series of glowing spheres dangling from the ceiling. The downward slope grew steeper with each winding curve, and Marella was always tempted to try sliding down the icy floor instead of walking--but she'd probably end up crashing into one of the weird ice thrones outside Fintan's cell. And she knew better than anyone that injuries couldn't always be healed.

Plus, the trudge gave her a chance to add extra defenses to the heat she'd tucked away in her chest.

She often wondered if Fintan had hidden a few sparks of his own when he was arrested. After all, he had to know the Council would put him on ice for the rest of eternity. Wouldn't he try to preserve what little heat he could?

But Marella had stretched out her senses a zillion different ways and never felt the slightest tingle of warmth when she was around him. So either there was nothing to find or Fintan was that good.

She had a horrible feeling it was the latter, and he was waiting for just the right moment to reveal his grand plan--but that wasn't the kind of thing she should be thinking about before having to face him.

Still, she spent the next few turn trying to figure out what she'd do if she were right.

Her feet turned numb while she plotted, and her bones were officially aching by the time the path widened-- the only warning that they were getting close to Fintan's cell.

A few curves later, his cage came into view: a stark, icy bubble in the center of a circular cavern.

The round wall was reflective on the inside, so even though Marella could see Fintan pacing along the edge of his frozen barricade, he wouldn't be able to see her until she triggered the sensor by sitting in one of the freezing thrones positioned at the only point Fintan could peer through.

He looked extra tired that day--his sky blue eyes sunken by more shadows than usual, and he kept muttering under his breath about incompetence as he tucked his messy blond hair behind his pointy ears with a bit more force than necessary.

Marella glanced back at the scary guard, making sure he'd ducked into the shadows near the back of the cell before she made her big appearance. Then she took a deep breath and pressed her hand against her heart, reaching for her secret spark of warmth one last time before plopping into the closest ice throne.

"Awwwww, looks like you missed me," she said, tossing back her hair and flashing her brightest smile.

She liked to start her visits by showing Fintan she wasn't afraid of him--even if she totally was.

But Fintan didn't glance her way.

"I'm not in the mood for games," he warned as he continued his slow march around his cell.

"Neither am I" Marella assured him, deciding that was her cue to start with the cache. She sat up taller, trying to look extra confident as she added, "But I do have an awesome trade to offer you!"

Fintan sighed. "If this is about my cache, I already told you what I'm willing to accept. Unless you're here to grant me a day of freedom--"

"I'm definitely not. But! I found something you should like even better." She paused, hoping the extra bit of anticipation would somehow make her offer should more exiting when she told him. "Noxflares!"

Fintan scrunched his slender nose. "What are Noxflares, and why would I care about them?"

Marella tilted her head, trying to tell if he was faking.

She hadn't expected him to jump around or applaud or anything--but she had expected him to at least know what Noxflares were.

Then again, his mind had been shattered and pieced back together so many times, his memories had to be in shambles--and Ancient minds tended to be a total mess anyway, since they were crammed with thousands of years of information and the past and present blurred together.

"Would it help if I told you I stopped by your old estate on my way here?" she asked, "Your garden could use some gnomish help, by the way. All the plants have turned into a giant dying tangle. But I dug around and managed to find this scraggly vine with dark pointy flowers--and I hear that plant is special to you, so I picked a few and--"

"You picked my Noxflares?" Fintan snapped, rushing to the wall of his cell and pressing his palms against the ice. "You must let me see them!"

Marella's lips curled into a huge smirk. "I thought you didn't know what they were."

Fintan gritted his teeth so hard, it sounded like cracking ice.

"Hey, I'm not saying I won't share. Buuuuuuuuuuut it'll cost you--and I'm pretty sure you can already guess what I want." She paused for another beat before she added, "Just so we're clear: I'll show you one of your Noxflares if you open your cache and show me what's inside."

Fintan's jaw tightened even more and his hands curled into fists.

But he didn't say no.

He didn't say anything--which was definitely new.

Marella had already offered him a long list of trade suggestions that she, Linh, Maruca, and Stina had all come up with--some really cool ones! And Fintan had shot down each one down before she could even finish the offer.

She couldn't believe he looked so tempted by an ugly flower.

but as the silence dragged on, Marella started to wonder if she'd misread the situation.

maybe she'd pushed him too hard--taunted him too much--and now Fintan was letting her sit there in the cold, knowing the icy throne was turning her butt and legs numb.

She was trying to decide if she could make standing up look like a power move when Fintan told her, "Fine. You have a deal--but since you're only offering one Noxflare, I'll only show you one memory."

Marella barely stopped herself from blurting out, SERIOUSLY?

"Orrrrrrrrrrrrrr," she said instead, wanting to kick herself for not bringing more Noxflares with her. The whole thing had just seemed so silly--and the first few she'd picked had crumbled to dust. But the vine had lots more flowers, so she could fix the mistake super easily. "How about I go back, grab eight more Noxflares, and then you show me all nine memories?"

Fintan grinned. "Tempting. But one Noxflare is really all I need."

Need?

Marella wasn't a fan of that wording.

But before she could ask him what he needed it for, he added, "My offer expires in ten seconds," and started counting down.

By "six" she decided that one memory was better than nothing.

"Fine," she said, pulling the cache from her pocket and holding the marble-size orb up to the light. "But you go first. How do I open this thing?"

No way was she going to risk letting him back out--especially since he probably wasn't going to be happy when he saw his precious flower was stuck in the middle of a giant ice cube.

Fintan held out his hand. "Give me the cache, and I'll open it."

Marella laughed. "Hard pass."

"Ah, but you don't have a choice. I'm the only one who can access the memories. And I need to make physical contact with the cache in order to do so."

Marella squinted at the tiny gadget.

She didn't know much about caches--aside from the fact that only Councillors used them and that each colorful inner crystal held a single Forgotten Secret. But she did know that Dex had already tried everything he could think of to open the cache and failed--and he was one of the best Technopaths ever.

"Do I need to start counting down again?" Fintan asked. "I believe we'd gotten to five..."

Marella chewed her lip. "Uh, how do I know you're not going to destroy the cache or try to hold it for ransom or something?"

Fintan's smile was colder than his cell. "You'll just have to trust me."

"Yeah, I don't see that happening."

Fintan shrugged. "Then our deal is off."

Marella rolled her eyes. "Come on. Even if I wanted to, it's not like I can open your cell door and hand the cache to you."

She wasn't even sure if his cell had a door. The wall looked like one big solid piece of ice.

"You've proven to be very resourceful during our lessons," Fintan reminded her.

"Yeah, but--"

"It's your call," he interrupted. "If you want a memory, you'll have to trust me."

She snort-laughed--but before she could get another word out, he repeated, "You'll just have to trust me." And she could tell that was the only response he was going to give.

She turned to the scary guard, who had started pacing in the shadows. "Is there a way to pass Fintan a small item?"

"Ah, you have a hidden goblin escort--I knew you were resourceful!" Fintan clapped his hands. "And yes, there is a way to pass me my cache, otherwise I wouldn't have suggested it. Any guard can open the disgraceful tube they pass my horrid, frozen bits of food through. The cache should fit nicely."

The guard gripped his sword. "I cannot allow any unauthorized item to enter his cell."

Fintan clicked his tongue. "Clearly you're not considering the fact that I've already had plenty of chances to make this trade--and turned them all down. Do you think I would do that if the cache was even remotely useful to me?"

The goblin couldn't argue with that logic.

Neither could Marella.

And when Fintan went back to counting down, she told the guard, "The Black Swan knows I've been trying to make this trade--and they're working with the Council now. No one would let me do this if they thought the cache was dangerous."

Then again, they'd never discussed the possibility of handing the cache over to Fintan--but surely someone must've considered that during all their endless talking and obsessive overplanning...right?

Besides, if anything went wrong, she could always remind them that this was Sophie's idea.

"I don't like this," the scary guard growled. But Marella gave him her I-totally-know-what-I'm-doing glare until he set the frozen Noxflare down with a particularly dramatic thud, snatched the cache, and spent an eternity squinting at the tiny crystal, spinning it all different ways. "If anything happens, my priority will be subduing the prisoner--not protecting you. Are you certain you want to take that risk?"

Marella absolutely wasn't.

But...this might be their only shot at seeing one of Fintan's Forgotten Secrets.

Plus, she had her tiny little spark buddy she could call on if she needed. Surely she could use that to...

To what?

Take down a superpowerful, much more experienced Pyrokinetic with a history of murdering poeple?

But...did she really want to wimp out?

Sophie wouldn't.

And yeah, Sophie had, like, a permanent bed in the Healing Center. But Marella was pretty sure their whole group would vote "DO IT!"

There were also a dozen other armed goblins who would rush down as backup.

And Linh could attack Fintan with her cutesy snow animals.

It'd almost be worth it to watch Fintan get swallowed up by an ice wave shaped like Princess Purryfins.

"I can handle myself," she decided, using a tone that hopefully sounded intimidating.

Fintan's gleeful laughter echoed of the ice.

The scary guard muttered something about the arrogance of elves as he reached toward the top of Fintan's frozen cell and felt around for a specific spot. A faint clicking sound followed, and a tiny round door slid open--far out of Fintan's reach.

"I can neutralize you within seconds," the guard reminded him as he held the cache up to the opening. "By numerous means. Some far more painful than others."

"Yes, I'm well aware of the absurd lengths the Council has taken to keep me contained," Fintan assured him. "But I don't plan on giving you a reason to use any of them. Not today, at least."

The guard bared his supersharp pointy teeth, and Marella wanted to shout NEVER MIND, JUST KIDDING! But she let the guard shove the cache through the tiny opening--and then it was too late to change her mind.

All she could do was watch the glass orb make its slow descent, rolling around and around and around--down some sort of invisible path etched into the wall of the cell.

Her stomach backflipped with each rotation, and she felt more than a little vomit-y when the cache dropped low enough for Fintan to catch it. But he simply held it up and studied it.

Then he coughed on it.

And sneezed on it.

"Ewwwwwww," Marella groaned when he followed that up by drooling on it. "You know, there are better ways to give it your DNA."

"Yes, I'm aware." Fintan cleared his throat and launched a slimy blob of spit at the cache. "I also know your little Technopath friend is going to ask you how I accessed the memories, so feel free to give him a detailed list." He wiped the cache dry with his fingers and then ran it through his greasy hair before sneezing and coughing on it again. "Some of these methods are vital. Some are distractions. None can be re-created without me--but it'll be fun if he tries, don't you think?"

He laughed so hard, it brought tears to his eyes, and he smeared them across the cache before sneezing and spitting on it again--making Marella very glad she had gloves to keep her hands clean once he returned the cache.

Assuming she actually got it back...

She tried to make out what he was saying when he started mumbling a bunch of stuff into the crystal, but the words were all mushed together. He also tapped the cache in so many different places that she doubted even Sophie and Keefe with their fancy photographic memories would be able to re-create the patterns. And he looked so smug as he did it all that Marella decided to look as bored as possible--which was why she was barely paying attention when the cache flared to life, projecting a small hologram of Fintan standing alone in a wide, empty field.

"Huh," Marella mumbled. "Gotta admit, I was expecting something a little more exciting than a tiny glowing Fintan in the middle of nowhere doing...nothing."

"Then you should learn to be more observant." Fintan pointed to the swaying grass around the hologram's feet, and after a few seconds, Marella realized there was a vine of blooming Noxflares. "I figured I'd show you what Noxflares can do, since you're so generously bringing one back into my life."

Marella squinted at the tiny flowers, waiting for something to happen.

And waiting.

"So...they...blow in the wind?" she asked.

Fintan sighed. "No, they do this."

The hologram of Fintan waved his arms, and all the Noxflares erupted with searing white flames.

"Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaah, still not seeing why this needed to be a super-hush-hush Forgotten Secret," Marella grumbled as the Fintan hologram flicked his wrist and added purple fire to the white.

Sure, the flames were pretty--but all flames were beautiful.

"Try thinking like a Pyrokinetic!" Fintan snapped. "Tell me, are there any other flowers that could remain intact under such an inferno?"

Marella couldn't think of any.

And the Noxflares still didn't burn when the Fintan hologram added yellow flames to the fiery mix.

but other than clearly being fire-resistant, Marella didn't see the Noxflares actually doing anything--and the hologram of Fintan must've been equally unimpressed.

He frowned at the flaming petals and dragged a hand down his face, mumbling "something's missing."

"Still not seeing the point of this," Marella noted. "I mean..."

Her voice trailed off as the tiny Fintan waved his arms again and blasted the Noxflares with pink flames--which made the flowers spray sparks in every direction.

The effect was breathtaking.

Kind of like the sky during the Celestial Festival.

But that still didn't necessarily scream, THIS MEMORY IS IMPORTANT.

"How come the grass isn't catching fire?" she asked, grasping for anything that might be significant. "Do the Noxflares protect it or something?"

"No, I was protecting it. A pyrokinetic should always be in control of their flames."

He sounded so smug Marella was tempted to remind him that he let five Pyrokinetics die when he tried to teach them how to call down Everblaze and they all lost control--but that would probably make him throw one of his tantrums and send her away.

She needed the cache back first--and to hopefully find something useful in this boring memory. But sadly, all Fintan's hologram did was stare blankly at the stars and mumble "something's missing" again before the image flashed away.

"That's it?" the scary guard demanded, beating Marella to the complaint.

"Yeah, so...you put on a little fire show all by yourself with some spark-shooting flowers," she added, trying to sum up what she'd seen. "You were clearly disappointed by that little show. And then you must've remembered you needed to..."

She waved her hands, cuing Fintan to fill in the blank with whatever was "missing."

But he just stood there, staring at the cache with the same glazed look he always got whenever he started rambling about the beauty of fire--and Marella wished Linh had come with her after all.

Linh could pelt him with snowballs or something to snap him out of it.

But then she realized...

"You never figured out what was missing--did you?"

Fintan blinked and met her gaze. "Noxflares are full of possibility. But they need to burn."

"That doesn't answer my question," Marella noted.

Fintan shrugged. "Context was not part of our bargain."

"yeah, because I figured when I saw the memory, it would be obvious why it's this big Forgotten Secret. How does you setting some flowers on fire and then realizing you did it wrong matter to anyone?"

"I did nothing wrong," Fintan assured her, with a particularly haughty smile--butt Marella wasn't buying it.

There was a tightness around his eyes that was way too familiar.

Her dad had that same tightness every time her mom was having one of her "bad days," and she knew exactly what it meant.

Disappointment.

Frustration.

A hint of helplessness.

So she marched over to the guard and grabbed the frozen Noxflare from the floor--too irritated to even notice how heavy the ice must've been as she hauled it back.

She plopped it in front of Fintan's cell. "Ta-da! One ugly flower, as promised--and I'm sure you're not surprised that I had to freeze it before i brought it down here."

"I'm not." Fintan dropped to his knees and gazed at the Noxflare like he was seeing a long-lost friend.

He pressed his hand against his cell, trying to get as close as he could. "Such power. Such...promise."

"Uh-huh," Marella agreed, letting his stare and stare, hoping it would help him let his guard down.

When his eyes turned a little teary, she went in for the kill.

"But there is something still missing, isn't there? That's why you saved this memory--to remind yourself to keep looking."

A whole lot of painful silence passed before Fintan slowly nodded.

Marella wanted to feel triumphant.

But all she'd done was prove the entire trade had been pointless.

There was no game-changing clue.

No dirty little secret about the past.

Certainly nothing to help them stop their enemies.

And she had a pretty strong hunch the other eight memories in the cache would be just as ridiculous.

"The answer is out there," Fintan murmured. "I can feel it. I just can't grasp it. Perhaps..."

"Perhaps?" Marella prompted when his eyes locked with hers.

Fintan stepped closer to the ice, keeping his voice low, like he didn't want the guard to hear him. "Perhaps a different Pyrokinetic is meant to find the truth. One who's already convinced the Council to trust her."

Marella laughed. "The Council doesn't trust me."

"The fact that you're here for a pyrokinesis lesson says otherwise--particularly since the lesson is with me." He started circling his cell again, mumbling under his breath and nodding. The only words Marella caught were "possible," "improvising," and "best option."

After three more times around the cell, he stopped in front of Marella again, leaning even closer to the icy wall as he whispered, "I believe it's time for me to offer a trade of my own."

"A trade," Marella repeated, not missing the way the scary guard gripped his sword.

Fintan glared at him. "This conversation is between me and my prodigy. She stands here of her own free will, shielded by who knows how many different kinds of protections--and she can leave anytime she pleases. Your presence is no longer needed."

"You still have her gadget," the guard argued.

"I suppose I do. but that can be easily remedied." Fintan set the cache on whatever invisible ledge it had slid down in the first place and gave it a good shove, sending it spinning up the path toward the top of the cell.

The guard had to scramble to catch it when it launched out of the ice bubble.

"See?" Fintan said, shifting his gaze back to Marella. "I can be trusted."

"Pretty sure the only thing I can trust is that you'll do what's best for you," Marella countered.

"As long as you get what you want, why would you care? After all, no matter what, I'm still stuck in here, aren't I?" He waved his arms around his little ice bubble, which suddenly looked way less secure than it had during her other visits. "Oh, relax--all I'm asking for is a little information."

Marella crossed her arms. "Right--and information has never gotten anyone hurt or killed."

"It's not that kind of secret. It's..." He frowned. "Honestly, I don't know what it is--and for someone my age, with my connections, that says something, doesn't it? I doubt any of the Vackers even know the full truth."

"Then how am I supposed to find it?" Marella demanded.

"As I said, you've proven to be quite resourceful. Particularly when you team up with your little friends." He scowled at the guard again before motioning her to step closer--until her ear was practically pressed up against the ice.

A voice in the back of her head kept screaming, WHY ARE YOU LISTENING TO HIM?

But...she was curious.

And there was nothing wrong with hearing his offer, was there?

Fintan's breath fogged the ice, obscuring his face as he whispered, "All I ask is that if you ever find out what's missing from the Noxflares, you share it with me."

"Why?" Marella glanced at the frozen flower, wishing she could see something more than just ugly shriveled petals.

"Because I want to know," Fintan said simply. "And because I can give you what you want in return."

"The rest of the memories in your cache," Marella clarified.

Fintan nodded. Then his lips curled into a smile. "And one other--something you've long wondered about, even though you probably don't admit it to yourself."

Marella raised one eyebrow, refusing to show any more interest than that.

Fintan cupped his hands around his mouth and pressed them to the ice before he whispered, "I know what happened to your mother."

Marella sucked in a breath.

"Yes," Fintan added. "I'm talking about her 'accident'--if we can really call it that. I know why she fell. And why her injuries were so incurable."

Marella stumbled back, collapsing into the nearest throne and hugging herself to stop her body from shaking with tremors that had nothing to do with the cold.

A tiny, terrified part of her had always thought the story she'd been told about her mom's fall hadn't totally made sense.

But everyone--everyone--was convinced it had been an accident.

Even her father.

And if it wasn't...

She leaned toward Fintan. "I don't need your games."

"Oh, this definitely isn't a game. But it's the only way you'll ever know the truth, and before you start overthinking everything, consider this: You have all the power here. Make the trade, don't make the trade--it's totally your call. You also don't have to make a decision right away. I'm trapped in this prison. I'll never find the answer on my own--and I'll never know if you find the answer unless you decide to tell me. So there's zero pressure. No one even knows we've had this conversation--and don't worry about the guard. See how frustrated he looks? That's because I made sure he only heard what I wanted him to hear. The rest is our little secret."

Our little secret.

Fintan was probably the last person she should have a secret with.

And yet...he had a point.

No one knew he'd made her this offer--and it wasn't like she'd come to any decision.

She didn't even have the information Fintan wanted anyway!

And with the way their investigations always seemed to go, she'd probably only find a whole lot more questions.

So there was really no point in telling anyone about this.

She could tell them whens he needed to.

If she needed to.

That wouldn't be wrong...would it?

It didn't feel wrong--or it wouldn't have if Fintan's smile wasn't so creepy.

"I'm not agreeing to anything," she said, wanting to make that very clear.

"You're not," Fintan assured her. "So how about we put this out of our minds and get started with our lesson? I'm sure your Hydrokinetic friend is wondering why you haven't come up to practice yet."

Linh was probably starting to worry.

She'd probably also built enough snow animals to make a frozen Sanctuary.

"Fine," Marella said, standing up and dusting ice off her cape. "What do you want me to work on today?"

"How about I teach you how to make those colored flames you saw in the memory," Fintan suggested. "You know, in case that ever comes in handy."

He winked, and the guard groaned and held out the cache to Marella. "Sound like I'm no longer needed."

"You aren't" Fintan agreed.

The guard growled--looking scarier than ever--and turned to march away. But he spun back after a few steps. "He's right that I don't know what he offered you. But I can tell you're tempted. And I hope you're smart enough to reject it. Never make a deal with someone who has nothing to lose."

"I'm not," Marella promised.

And she wasn't.

She hadn't made any decisions--except to keep this to herself. But that didn't mean anything.

She was just trying to avoid a ton of drama and arguing and having people give her advice she didn't need.

Plus, everyone has secrets.

Shoot--the great Sophie Foster had more secrets than anyone.

So it was fine.

Everything was fine.

Nothing had changed.

Time to focus on controlling her fire.

And yet, for the rest of the lesson, the tiny spark in her heart burned hotter and hotter and hotter. Whispering a new plea.

Trust me.

#kotlc #haha! did it!#it's entirely possible there are errors here. so if anyone notices one feel free to point it out so I can fix it #this isn't professional or anything #but anyway. wow that short story huh?#major win for the fandom #in my opinion #loss for my poor poor fingers though #my god #did this instead of homework

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Hi, I really liked you're mutual fascination fic, and was wondering if you could do a part 2? No rush, I just really enjoyed it. Thank you

I didn't realize that would get so popular! I appreciate yall! remember how I said this was based on the worldbuilding of a bakudeku fic?

Naga!Yandere!Bakudekutodoeiji x reader x Mermaid!Yandere!OchaMomoTsuyuMina

Part one

(Yandere, Captivity, Isolation, Dark content, innervictim blaming)

They've probably noticed you were gone by now.

This won't do anything. Sitting here, by the shore, watching the waves toss and turn so freely in the horizon. You can't escape. All this rebellion is doing is making things worse.

Katsuki would probably try to grab you, pulling you by the elbow, too enraged to care that he hurt you. Izuku, ever your savior, would try to dissuade him, inevitably getting into a fight with his pack leader. It would leave you to Eijirou's and Shoto's arms, as they both try to console you and themselves that you haven't left them. You know them so well. You hate it.

But you couldn't help but take the chance to run when they were so distracted. It was all so suffocating. You were so sick of their constant attention. Just one second away would make it all worth it.

So you stay on the shore of the beach, biding your time.

You wonder if you could've done anything differently back then. Back when they weren't so invested in you. Had you accidentally made them think you were available to them? Had you infringed on a ritual usually done by other mates?

Then again, what hadn't you done? You ate their food, you smiled with them, you taught them your language, and you slept with them for fucks sake. How could you have been so stupid?

A sigh escapes your lips. You feel drained. You don't want to think, not now. Mindlessly, you dip your bare leg in the water, swirling it around. The water cools down your heated skin.

You freeze when you catch two green eyes staring at you from beneath the surface.

At first, you think it's Izuku. But the naga hardly ever goes into the water.

And the face is too feminine to be Izuku.

You don't scream until a slender, wet hand shoots out of the water to grab your leg. You shriek, choked with fear as you immediately thrash around. The hand is strong, barely relenting against your rebellion until someone else's hand forces a release.

You scramble backward, tripping over yourself as you try to get away from the water. There's clicking, angry, like a warning. It reminds you of the tone Katsuki uses against a rambunctious Eijirou.

"Sorry," A girlish voice calls out, "Is sorry."

The soft tone catches you off guard. It's been so long since you've heard voice other than Katsuki's baritone roar. Curiosity wins over fear. You creep back, peeking into the ocean.

Two faces look back at you. The first one, the one that grabbed you, guiltily looks away when you look at her. She lets out a small thrill, softly brushing away her green locks. The new face gives another annoyed click before glancing up at you. Her cheeks are round, pink, flushed. She looks so soft as she smiles at you with pretty brown eyes.

"Scare you. Sorry," She repeats.

You stare at them, transfixed. You hadn't even known other beings other than the four nagas lived here. It made you feel ecstatic, as well as a little apprehensive.

"It's okay," You find yourself saying, "It...surprised me. It's okay."

You turn back to the green-haired girl, giving a tentative smile. She beams, seeming positively delighted that you acknowledged her.

"Who are you?" The brown-haired girl blinks at your question. She points at herself.

"Ochako!" She says proudly, before moving to her partner, "Tsuyu."

You nod. They wait, staring intently at you. Realizing yourself, you fumble out your own name. Ochako repeats it on her tongue over and over again. Tsuyu watches her, tittering.

"Others too!" Ochako adds when they're finished fangirling over your name, "You meet? Others?"

You blink, shrinking back. "You mean...Katsuki?" Had you read this wrong? Were these two just goons Katsuki sent to find you.

To your surprise, Ochako's nose wrinkles in disgust. She hisses.

"No. Katsuki bad." She gripes, "My mates. You meet?"

You relax, finding relief she disdained Katsuki as much as you. You nod.

"I'd love to meet your mates," You respond. Who knows, maybe finding new allies could help you get off this island.

Ochako looks positively overjoyed. She trills before disappearing under the shore. Tsuyu stays, silently staring at you.

You wave.

She timidly waves back and you catch her staring at your legs.

You aren't unused to the attention your legs give you. You're an oddity among this kind. You understand that. You fascinate them. It can give you leverage, especially if you want to be liked, to be helped.

"You can touch, if you want," You offer.

Tsuyu blinks up at you with wide eyes. She hesitantly comes forward towards your legs. Her hands linger, just an inch or two away from your skin before she looks back up at you for confirmation.

You nod. She presses cold fingers against your skin, cooing with awe.

As she studies you, you study her. There are a lot of differences between her and Izuku. She's more slender, but considering how easily she grabbed you, their strength must be evenly matched. She has claws that she careful to not nick your skin, but you can also spot some type of webbing in between her fingers. Your gaze travels to her forearms, catching the sight of translucent fins on each one. It makes you wonder if the females of their species are more equipped to water than the males.

Ochako comes back a minute later. You pull away from Tsuyu, who sighs in disappointment. Two more heads follow her. A girl with unruly pink hair smiles eagerly at you. She's easily the most inhuman of them all. Pink skin, black sclera with golden eyes.

The other one, with black hair and inviting black eyes, smiles at you.

"When Ochako said a human was here, I almost didn't believe her," She spoke more coherently than Katsuki did. You wouldn't have been surprised if she was human herself.

"Hello," You breathe, suddenly overwhelmed by the attention.

"I'm Momo," She says. The pink-haired one beside her can hardly contain herself. She nearly jumps out of the water to greet you.

"Mina!" She titters out what is most likely her name. "Hi! Hi! Hi!"

"Hi, Mina," You say, failing to replicate her enthusiasm. She's about to move closer when Ochako gives her a glare, pulling her back. Mina deflates, but she doesn't argue.

"So, are you...?" You point at them, "Naga? You don't look like naga."

Momo smiles, "We most certainly do not." As if to prove it, Mina pridefully lifts up the rest of her body. You gape at the beautiful pink tail.

"Mermaids?" It doesn't sound possible, but you were also kept against your will by four possessive naga.

Momo nods, "There are many words you humans use to call us. That should suffice."

"I'm curious, how did you get here?" Momo suddenly asks, "I don't mean to be rude, but we usually don't get humans at these parts of the world."

"I was shipwrecked," You sigh, leaning closer, already feeling more comfortable with the four mermaids than you did the other naga, "I've been here for weeks with..."

Momo is able to piece together your story, "Katsuki, Izuku, Eijirou, and Shouto."

The other three stiffen at the names. Ochako hisses again. The fins by the sides of Mina's head flatten as she scowls. Tsuyu meekly ducks her head underneath the water.

"You aren't fans of them," You state from their reactions.

"You could say that," Momo trails off as she observes you, "Forgive me, but you have been staying with them, yes? Have they..?" She trails off, scanning you again. You realize she's looking for injuries.

"No," You quickly assure, "They haven't hurt me." Not physically, at least.

Momo nods, looking relieved.

"But...they've kept me here. They won't allow me to leave. There's no way to leave." You let out a mirthless chuckle before staring back at Momo. "Can-can you help me get off the island? Please? I'd-I'd really like to go home."

The three mermaids look at you in pity while Momo bites her lip, her eyes flash with an emotion you can't place. It looks familiar.

"Help!" Mina exclaims, looking around her, "We help! Yes!"

Momo titters at her, effectively hushing her. The four murmur together in a language you will never be able to understand. Mina looks confused at Momo's voice, glancing back at you in what looks like worry. Ochako beams. Tsuyu nods. For some reason, you suddenly feel like you're back in the camp, surrounded by the titters of the naga.

But it's different. They'll help you.

"We will help you," Momo confirms her mate's words, "There's a human island not far from here. I see ships coming and going every so often. Perhaps you can get help there."

Your heart flutters at just the thought of seeing other people again. Then, you frown.

"I...can't get into the water," You admit, "I can swim, but it won't be enough to get me to the island."

"That's why you'll have us," Momo offers, "We can let you ride our backs. It won't be a long trip, just thirty or so minutes."

Your heart soared, and you felt like sobbing at their graciousness.

"Really?" You ask, not believing it, "You'll help me?"

"Of course," Momo croons, "We would absolutely love to help a pretty thing like you."

She reaches out, seemingly to caress your face, before frowning when she fails to reach you.

"You must get into the water now," She urges, "We must go."

You blindly agree, about to jump in her arms, when something makes you pause. The sudden tale of sirens pops into your head, how they lure in sailors and devour them.

Momo never quite confirmed what they were.

You retract your hand, not quite shifting away. Ochako frowns in disappointment. You can't help but think it reminds you of a cat losing its prey.

"What's the island called?" You ask stumbling for your words, "The locals. What-what do they call the land? What language do they speak?"

Momo smiles, but frustration flashes through her eyes.

"I've never really gone close to fully inspect," She casually drawls, "But I'm sure they'll find ways to accommodate you, even if they don't speak your language."

Her voice was sickly sweet.

You can't trust Momo. You can't trust Ochako. You can't trust Tsuyu. You can't trust Mina. No matter how sweet they seemed, how eager they seemed to help, you couldn't get into the water with them.

But you couldn't stay here. You couldn't stay on the island where the Nagas were searching for you.

At least you knew what they were planning on doing with you. The monsters you know are better than the monsters you don't. No matter how pretty they were.

"Come here," Ochako rasps, pulling forward with wide eyes. Her eyes had lost the warmth.

"Or Tsuyu sing song."

You don't get the chance to figure out what that means. A hand grabbed you, pulling you back into a hard chest. Above you, Shouto hisses into the water.

Ochako hisses back, far more animalistic than you ever thought someone like her to be. Mina and Tsuyu looked just as aggressive as they glared at the Naga who gripped you. Momo only blinked, turning to Katsuki who appeared beneath the canopy, Eijirou and Izuku flanking him.

"You're here," She clicks her tongue in obvious distaste, "I thought we'd have more time. How unfortunate."

"Our mate," Katsuki growls with conviction, "Ours. Not yours to take."

The four form a protective shield against you and the mermaids. You don't know whether to feel relief or dread at their arrival. The mermaids try to slink closer as if to attack, but Momo stops them with a small click. She sighs.

She calls your name sweetly. The nagas stiffen, but you peek over them, catching her gentle look.

"I'm afraid we ran out of time today." She smiles. "You must be off now. I hope you visit us soon."

Mina lets out a heartbroken moan, pushing past her mates to get to the shore.

"Leave?" She whines, "No go. No go."

You watch at her pitiful attempt to get out of the water in an effort to reach you. Her tail shows again, pink, sparkling in the sun. Tsuyu is the one who gently pulls her back. Mina sobs in her mate's arms as she continues to watch you.

At her response, Eijirou gives an aggressive growl, stalking up to her. It's Izuku who titters him back.

Momo tilts her head at your frozen stature, "Go on, now." She gently urges.

You give a small nod, letting Izuku push you away from the water. Eijirou shuffles in front of you, clearly checking for any injuries. Katsuki and Shouto angrily click in their language. Tentatively, you glance back at the water, finding the four mermaids still perched at the shore.

Their eyes never leave your figure until you break through the canopy. And even then, you have a feeling you hadn't seen the last of them.

#yandere #dark content #yandere bnha #yandere mha #x reader #naga au #mermaid au #naga bakugou #naga kirishima #naga deku #naga shouto #siren ochako #siren momo #siren mina #siren tsuyu #isolation #forced captivity #forced relationships

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txny-dragon · 4 months

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i think apollo will stay changed after becoming human

first time making something like this. so uh, yeah, kinda sorta analysis after the cut and a lot of this is based off of this analysis and also the toa discord. yeah. let's get this started

i think that apollo will stay "human" even after regaining godhood because that's the point. it's a story about growth, healing, change, hope, and identity. apollo lost his, not just by being put into lester, but his identity, as apollo the god.

and it isn't just apollo. meg is a big one as well, her arc sort of mirroring apollo, with nero being compared to zeus quite often in the narration. i think another arc that sort of mirrors apollo's is reyna. her arc is centered around identity. she needs to find it outside of the senate. apollo needed to find it outside of olympus. and quite ironically, the roman camp is called camp jupiter. and it was reyna that told apollo something he needed to hear. sure, he could never take back all of the shitty things he has done in the past, but he can still do good.

apollo thought he was the worst of the gods, all because he felt. all because he felt devasted when his loved ones died. all because even after all of that pain, he still loved. that is who he is at his core. someone who loves.

the reason he couldn't change at the start was because that man was in denial. but if you ignore his, i will admit this as someone who loves toa, kinda annoying narration and read just his actions, he is actively putting himself at risk to save percy, meg, his kids. he even knows the names of connor and travis, even knowing their personalities enough to know that they are pranksters. because that's who he is behind all of the glitter and blinding smiles. someone who cares, but can't show it.

how can i talk about apollo's change without mentioning jason. jason, i think, is the push that caused him to decide to change. "remember what it's like to be human." apollo and jason both sacrificed themselves for the team, only difference is that jason's stuck. this was his push. that apollo, as the god, could've helped. and that's was what he was going to do.

and in ton, we meet the troglodytes. they called him lester-apollo. lester was used as an epihet for apollo. this is mentioned in the toa server if this rings a bell. lester is now a part of his identity. it's so deeply engrained.

he may forget the people's faces, but their impact will never leave them.

apollo will stay changed because he wants to change. he wants to take those steps. that's what sets him apart from the olympians, the ones who live by one saying. "gods can't change." they can, they just don't want to. because that would mean, admitting what they did wrong and feeling guilt. apollo already was doing this, clear from the song that he sang in tho. he just needed a push.

but there is still hope. the nod from athena showing comradery. the idk what to call it with hera. apollo's trials didn't just impact him, it impacted all of olympus. for better or worse.

sure, maybe he will relapse, turn back into the selfish god he was. but why would you want to believe that? it's a story about hope. so have some.

#trials of apollo analysis #sort of #trials of apollo #pjo apollo #lester papadopoulos #apollogists #rrverse #reyna avila ramirez arellano #toa analysis #toa #please if you have more thoughts and are more eloquent #please add on #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus

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nymphie-mama · 1 year

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why are you here?

pairing rafe cameron x reader

summary based on why are you here by machine gun kelly

warnings angst, fwb, drug use, brief sex scene (not descriptive),

request can you do a rafe x reader based on the song ‘Why are you here’ by Machine Gun Kelly? i feel like it fits him so well!! - anon

a/n i don’t listen to mgk but this song is definitely mr rafe cameron. got

No one fucks like Rafe Cameron. No one comes close. Fuck, no one fucks like a high Rafe Cameron.

Once he was your best friend. Now you were someone he touched in secret.

Hed have you anytime, anywhere, and anyway he wants. All you wanted was him. He intoxicated you.

Last night, he had you spent out against a bathroom wall. There was a party in your midst, but he didn't care about who could've heard or walked in. He hoped Topper would hear how cockdrunk you were for him.

“No one fucks you this good, angel. And if I see the pogue staring at you like that again, I'll make him watch.”

Even though you loved the sensations, the way he would laugh and help you put your clothes back on when he's done with you; you couldn't take it.

You wanted all of him or none of him. To be his girl or to be nothing.

“Rafe,” you said, opening his bedroom door. His eyes were low, hair was messy, and his face was red. He was high again.

“Angel,” he said lowly, “what is it you want? Dick or drugs, baby.”

“Rafe.”

“Yes, pretty?”

“R-rafe I can't. I can't do this.”

He stopped. He set down his lighter and made eye contact with you for the first time since you'd walked in. The eye contact made you flush, but you set that aside.

“What?” he said, halfway laughing.

“I need you, Rafe,” you said, tears forming at your lashes, “but I can't want you.”

Rafe stood up, smiling that prideful smile, and started unbuckling his pants, “of course you can. I want to be inside you all the time, Y/N.”

“Stop. I'm serious.”

He stopped again. Dumbfounded.

“If all this has been for sex, say so and I'll walk away right now. We can go back to being only friends again. But I know you know better.”

His eyes were lower. His high was settling in.

“You know its not just sex.”

“So then have me. Wrap your arm around me and show me off.”

“I can't. I hate that I saw you last night. No one can know about this.”

“Then we shouldn't do it.”

“You know we can never be friends like we were.”

Tears started to stream down your face. You could barely breathe. It felt like you might choke on your spit. Rafe could see that he hurt you, you knew this.

“Please, Rafe.”

“I just need to smoke. Smoke with me, we’ll make it all better again, baby. I have some of the good stuff too.”

Fuck, Rafe.

All you wanted to do was scream at him. But you couldn't find the words. Why couldn't he love you? Why couldn't you just forget it all and go back to normal?

“Rafe, fucking stop!”

He rolled his eyes at you and lined up his coke. You'd seen him do it so many times, but this time it hurt so much worse.

“Why can't you just love me?” you mumbled before you turned away.

“You're too good,” he whispered back, wiping his nose to make sure there was no residue. “I'm just not myself with you.”

“There is no real you, anymore, Rafe. I learned that on my own.”

“Fuck you, Y/N!”

“Youre helpless. And you're fucking insane.”

“Leave my fucking house.”

And just like that. The boy you loved, the boy who showed you everything you loved. Was gone. Maybe he left when you started checking his nose for extra coke, or when he needed to smoke to feel something, but he was gone now. And maybe you were too.

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aetheternity · 2 years

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That only happens in the movies~

A/N: Me: I'm just gonna write a small, quick headcanon post. Also me:

Synopsis: Just little things that 5wirl does with/for you based on romantic tropes in movies or tv.

Disclaimer: No pronouns used but Venti's part refers to reader as "maiden" once.

Kaedehara "kisses you in the rain" Kazuha

Kazuha didn't know and still doesn't really know how to approach the long standing feelings you give him. But you're starting to slip away, patience wearing thin and he's watching it play out, troubled with how to deal. At some point he doesn't know what comes over him but it's nearly two am Saturday morning when he hops on a bus heading straight for your house.

Yeah it's early and yeah it's pouring now, water soaking into his socks as he knocks on the door a little too hard. But you have to hear him, you need to come to the door. He watches the light flicker on inside finally pondering just what he might be able to say at such an ungodly hour. The thuds of your footsteps behind the door matching the pound of his heart. "Do you know-" You start but Kazuha's rain soaked face stops you.

His hair undone, strands clung to his forehead and cheek. "Kazu.." You say and then the realization that Kazuha was standing at your front door overtaken by sheets of rain flooding all around him made you blink in horror. "Oh my.. you're gonna catch-" But just as soon his lips were making you forget.. His cold wet nose gently sliding against yours.

His tongue slipping past your lips allowing you to taste what could only be described as purely Kazuha in every way you'd ever imagined. His arms finding purchase around your waist as yours fell onto his shoulders. He kissed the last of his own doubt away, you kissed him till all he could think about was you. You both stayed right there for who knows how long. Until you'd managed to find yourselves indoors huddled into each other's heat beneath the warmth of a blanket. Until you both knew for certain you belonged to each other.

Aether "and his attempt at cooking breakfast while you cuddle him like a koala"

He's got your body weight wrapped around him. Your ankles latched around his waist, breaths even against his nape as he works a spatula through a pan of eggs while simultaneously sifting around the fridge for some juice. He chuckles as the hold you have on his shoulders tightens trying desperately to continue the dream he'd forced you from when you'd both left the bed.

"Do you plan on joining me at some point?" He hums, shifting your body against him so you could hold on better.

He feels the scraps of your fingernails sifting over his bare shoulder blade and a grunt of protest slips from your throat. He doesn't need a glimpse of your face, he's already picturing the precious pout decorating those adorable cheeks of yours.

He meekly sighs, "I was going to cook some hash browns seeing as you love them so much but I don't feel like eating all by myself.."

Your head jerks up, you ignore the devilish grin on his face in favor of looking at the ingredients littering the counter. Sure enough everything he uses to make his famous homemade hash browns was already littering the space. "Mm so hungry." You moan He doesn't even begin to hide his laughter, cupping your head as you press it back into his shoulder, planting a quick kiss to your forehead.

"Get a couple more minutes of sleep in. I'll have it all done soon."

Venti "arriving at your door after a fight with a boombox above his head."

He wasn't quite as emotionally resonate as he could've been when last you two spoke. And when you'd told him you were going to head home he hadn't stopped you. Hours later and the grim beacon of hope you'd always possessed when it came to Venti never dulled. You sat so close by your phone, not letting it sit more than a couple inches away at your side the entire day.

You guys didn't fight that much so this spat couldn't possibly be worse than any other you'd shared with your partner of a year and six months. You already had the list of everything you wanted, no needed to apologize for. You just needed him to call you first. Just needed his voice to let you know that he no longer needed space and that it was completely safe to shower him with the affection you'd missed out on the whole day.

Your ears quirked at the sudden blast of your favorite song. Venti's song. The one you two hummed nearly every day since he'd introduced it to you. You stood from your seat on the couch, wrenching the window open to your boyfriend's cheeky smile. His black stereo poised high above his head as the drifting melody of the chorus grew louder with the closer exposure.

"Won't you come down fair maiden?!" He called high above the booming melody.

The laugh you let out was unrelenting and you raced out the door, down the stairs and into your boyfriend's arms. Kissing your way across his cheek and neck, over the shell of his ear and atop both pretty eyelids. His giggles so refreshing as he held you tight. So so tight, close so he could hear the whispers of your apology but he shrugged them off.

"Come, dance to our song with me, I've already forgiven you as I hope you'll do for me."

Shikanoin "shows up at your job toting gifts aplenty" Heizou

You didn't bother reminding your boyfriend about Valentine's day. You weren't that invested in the "holiday" as it was. But this year your disinterest was more in the form of prioritization or a need to read over the last of your notes for a work project you'd spent weeks obsessing over. Of course your darling Hei knew that because he listened to every one of your boring work stories now matter how dreadfully and painfully long.

But of course the mysterious glint in his eyes when you kissed him goodbye that day, let you know that regardless of your obvious apathy something you'd have to clean up was going to transpire today.

So it should've been no surprise to you when a chorus of giggling and gasping littered the halls outside your office door. The melody of women chattering away enthusiastically soon becoming hard to ignore. When the door to your office slid open a crowd of pink fur oozed its way in, limb by limb.

"Oh my archons!" You slapped both hands over your face, eyes nearly falling from their sockets.

"Give me a minute there's more!" He winked as he set the bear in the corner with a grunt.

A line of your co workers soon filed into your office with a large assortment of candies, flowers, smaller bears and finally a large basket of fruit filled with all of your favorites. A couple of your co workers slapped your back, some commenting about how jealous they were as your work space soon became nearly unrecognizable.

"Well? You like?" Heizou smiled gesturing with the bear he'd brought in's paw.

"I hate you so much!" You grunt, running into his arms immediately capturing his lips. "My boss, is gonna kill me!" You remark between each kiss. "We're not supposed to allow outsiders in our offices, especially not with all of this!"

Heizou let out a hum, "I needed to treat my favorite person in the whole wide world." He slid his arms tighter around your waist. "You've been working way too hard lately. He left a quick kiss in the crook of your neck, pulling away to massage your shoulders.

"Don't worry, I'll disappear before your boss comes back." He says with a wave of his hand, grabbing his jacket that he'd set down when he brought in the bear.

"Great, that solves one of my problems." You sigh, bowing your head but even so your smile is quite apparent.

"Can't wait to see what you got me.." He teases with an obvious wink.

You huff with a playful roll of your eyes shoving him out of your office as he chuckles. He turns in his stride with one final wink and an exhaustive amount of blown kisses as he heads for the exit.

Xiao "with his hand in your back pocket."

It's an enigma to anyone that knows of your relationship with Xiao. A blooming curiosity of sorts, how did you two even get together? Sometimes asked more politely than that. But even you'd questioned it on occasion when you kissed Xiao's cheek in private and he froze barely breathing. Or even just rubbing his knuckles to indicate wanting to hold his hand and getting a weird look in response.

Xiao would open up eventually, it'd only been three months you simply told yourself. But even so you still weren't quite sure how to properly approach him. You simply reminded him constantly that he was allowed to hold your hand or give you kisses whenever he desired it. And after so long it seemed as though your prayers had finally come into fruition.

Xiao had picked you up after classes as he always did and the two of you walked in almost complete silence to the ice cream truck always pulled up just outside of campus grounds at this time of day. Though as the two of you walked back towards Xiao's dorm you noticed his eyes lingering on your torso. That was new.. you had begun to assume Xiao didn't have sexual thoughts.

You opened your mouth to speak just as quickly shutting it when you saw Xiao attempt to speak in the same manner. Though disappointment soon struck when he clasped his mouth shut as well.

"Wh-what's wrong, Xiao?" You try awkwardly. He stops abruptly in his stride and in turn you do the same. The blossom of pink on his cheeks becoming less and less faint as he stared intently at your waist. "Xiao.."

He soon grunted catching you completely off guard. His eyes darted away shutting firmly almost as though your pocket had uttered something offensive. "Xiao.." You try once more reaching out to brush stray strands of his hair back from his face. "Please talk to me." You utter gently

He finds it in himself to look into your eyes then back down to your pocket. "That- movie we watched the other day.. The couple.. the man with his hand in her back pocket.." He points as though he hopes you'll piece the rest together in his stead. When you don't say a word in reply he sighs, "Do you.. wish we did that?"

And once the last of the puzzle pieces fall into line it dawns on you why Xiao was so attentive to a movie you'd been sure he wouldn't like. You have to stop yourself from snorting at the very clumsy way the two of you had approached such normal couples mannerisms.

"I'd love it, if you'd put your hand in my back pocket Xiao Xiao, thanks for asking first." Even with the encouragement Xiao was still hesitant until you graciously slipped his clenching hand into the back pocket of your jeans. "Kinda feels like it belongs there huh?" You tease a bit, a little too thrilled at the way Xiao's face flushed with red.

The two of you managed to stay that way until you reached Xiao's dorm. Straight through the hustle and bustle like the couple you'd always hoped you two could be.

#5wirl x reader #i'm the first person to write 5wirl x reader it seems #congrats to me for making the tag tasteful quickly #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha x gender neutral reader #aether x gender neutral reader #aether x reader #venti x reader #heizou x reader #heizou x you #xiao x reader #xiao x gender neutral reader #5wirl

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 6 months

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Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 3

Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori Summary: y/n meets Jimin and makes Jungkook jealous Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook Word count: 2.7k~ Warnings: Explicit language, Idk that's pretty much it for this chapter. A/N: This is heavily based off of the original bl (boy love) Semantic Error and it covers chapters (episodes) 4,5 and 29. I've switched around the timeline quite a bit and got rid of some scenes here and there to make the story progress a bit faster so they're not exactly alike but I would like to stick close to the original story so let me know what you think! P.s. If you don't mind spoilers I would highly suggest reading the original story. I read it on the app Manta with the english adaptation being done by Angy and you can also find the Kdrama on Viki :) Read from the beginning

The next day as I'm walking to the cafeteria I see a guy fall dropping some books and papers all over the floor. I decide to walk past because honestly it's not my problem but unfortunately once I'm in his line of sight he decides to call out to me. "Hey sorry do you think you could help me pick this stuff up? I shouldn't have tried to balance all of it on top of each other" he says clearly regretting his actions. I start picking things up quietly, not making an effort to make conversation and once we're finished I decide to turn and go.

"Wait! What's your name?" he asks preventing me from leaving. "y/n" I state and wait for him to continue on with whatever he had planned to say. "Well y/n would you mind helping me carry this stuff over to the music building? I'm just worried I might drop it all again" he says taking all of the heavy books and hoping that I'll pick up the folders full of sheet music. I stand there for a second trying to calculate the time it would take me to help him out and if I can fit it into my schedule.

"If you help me, I'll buy you lunch" he says with a bright almost perfect smile aside from his cooked front tooth. Thinking about it now with that incentive clearly tips the scale, providing him with a favorable result. I wordlessly pick up the things he couldn't manage to carry and wait for him to lead the way. "You don't talk much do you?" he chuckles giving me a sideways glance. "Not unless it's necessary" I say and continue to follow hoping I'll get this over with so I can get back on schedule.

"So...what's your major?" he says obviously trying to maintain a conversation with me. "Computer Engineering" I answer giving his as short of answers as possible. I'm not one for casual conversation, let alone conversation at all. Like I said, only when necessary. "I'm Jimin by the way, and if you couldn't guess already my major is music. Well, music and dance but my course load this semester is very music centric" I nod my head and he decides to keep rambling which seems to be something he's used to doing.

From the casual glances we're getting it seems like he's pretty well known in this department. "Hey Jimin you down to go grab some lunch in a sec?" a guy in a big group of people yells out. "Nah that's okay, I promised to buy y/n lunch for helping me out" he says motioning to me as best as he can with his hands full. "Oh...okay well have fun" the guy says and goes back to one of the many conversations going on over there.

I turn my head and look back up at Jimin confused, "You could've just given me enough for the cafeteria and have gone with them" I say hoping to brush him off and go back to my solitude. "I'm not gonna buy you food from the cafeteria silly, let's go somewhere! There's a cool pizza place right outside of campus that I've been wanting to check out. You wanna go?" he asks asks and nods towards the classroom that we're meant to leave these things at. "I guess" I shrug not really caring at this point. Since my class doesn't start for another two hours I guess I could afford to go off campus to eat for a change, especially since it's free.

As we make our way into the pizza place (creatively named Pizza Planet) we're greeted by a pretty big crowd but luckily we're able to find a table near the entrance right away. "Welcome in" someone yells letting us know they saw us come in and they'll be with us in a moment. "This place is pretty cool huh? He says referring to the theme that seems to be trendy these days. "Spaceships, nice" I say barely looking up while scanning the QR code to get the menu.

"Have you never watched the movie Toy Story?" he says, surprised that I don't have a better reaction to it. "No I'm not big on American movies or whatever. My family really only showed us media that was Korean or Japanese" I say hoping to show that I'm not interested on elaborating on the topic any further and luckily before he can say anything again our server comes to our table.

"Welcome to Pizza Planet guys, what can I get you?" he says with a bright smile until his glance falls on me. For some reason his expression changes to that of annoyance and I'm slightly confused but not enough to comment on it. "Do you know what you want y/n?" Jimin asks me and I take a quick glance over the menu and settle on the most expensive item. It's a free meal so might as well milk it for all it's worth.

Jimin places his order and the server looks back down at me and asks if we wanted anything else to which Jimin denies. "You guys do student discounts though right?" he asks holding out his card and the server takes his eyes off of me to inspect his student ID and confirms his suspicions.

Once he hands him back his student ID the server's gaze for some reason falls back on me. "Do you need to see my ID too?" I question suddenly weirded out by his glaring. "No" he says full of spite, pushing up the bridge of his glasses. "Okay well then you can go now, don't you have other people to serve?" I say shooing him off, to which he looks down at me with utter confusion and opts to just turn away to go put in our order instead of making an further discussion.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asks, clearly aware of the weird tension between the server and I. "Yeah I'm fine, he was just acting really weird" I say and shake it off for the time being. "Do you know him?" he asks tilting his head at me. "Why would I know a random guy in a pizza place?" I say confused as to how this all connects in his head. "Well because he goes to school with us, I believe his name is Jungkook, I had a class with him last semester and he seemed like a cool guy or so I thought. Are you guys okay?" he asks clearly concerned, seeing my face contort into an uncomfortable realization when I finally put the pieces together.

I guess I didn't recognize him because he was dressed so differently while sporting a hat and glasses. Looks like he clearly recognized me though, and he definitely wasn't happy to see me. I watch as Jungkook makes his way out of the shop as another server comes to relieve him. "Would you mind it if I went outside to go talk to him for a second?" I ask already standing up not really caring to wait for his permission. "Oh um yeah okay, I guess I'll just stay here" he says awkwardly while watching me walk out before I'm finally out of his view.

Looking around I notice that there's a small alleyway between this pizza place and the next building over and I can see a puff of smoke coming out of it as well as hear someone's voice sounding like some sort of argument. I walk over and thankfully it's the exact person I've been looking for. "Hey can you get off the phone?" I say and he looks up glaring at me and he stops leaves a pause in the conversation happening before he tells the person on the phone that he has to go. "What do you want?" he says before taking a drag off of his cigarette.

"We need to talk" I say seeing if he's open to it. "So talk" he says and purposefully blows smoke in my direction which leaves me having to wave away the smoke and clear my throat before I'm able to start. "I owe you an apology" I start off, "No shit you do" he mumbles under his breath. "Are you gonna let me talk or should I just go back inside?" I say getting short with him. "Yeah go back to your boyfriend, see if I care" he spits out and throws his cigarette on the floor to stomp it out before pushing himself up off the wall and making moves to walk off.

"He's not my boyfriend, in fact not that it's any of your business but we just met today and the only reason I'm here is because he offered me a free meal for helping him carry some stuff across campus" I say in one breath and open my mouth to continue "That doesn't sound like you" he interrupts laughing bitterly at my story. "Well it's the truth and you can ask him yourself if you really don't believe me" I say crossing my arm, becoming aware that this has now become my defensive stance of choice against him.

"No that's fine I believe you, I just find it adorable that you could be so food motivated. Helping out a perfectly good stranger and then making a trip with him off campus. That wasn't very smart of you y/n" he says taunting me. "Just because you're older than me doesn't mean that you get to talk down to me" I say getting even more irritated at this situation. "That's funny that you say that" he says getting closer until he's sure to tower over me, "because it looks like I have to love" he says trying to get some sort of reaction out of me.

I'm not sure exactly what it could be I decide to take a step back but as I do I find myself slipping on something and I mentally brace for impact but it never comes, now seeming to notice a firm grasp on my waist instead of my back on the cold hard street. "Be careful there y/n, we wouldn't want to have an accident on our hands" he says amused at our forced proximity and my facial expressions because of it. I get back up on my feet and push him away after I've sure I regained my balance. "I apologized okay? Now stop being so hostile, it's annoying" I say while straightening out my clothes. "But I like seeing the faces you make when I'm annoying you" he says with a smirk.

"What faces? I don't make any faces" I deny. "Why don't you go look in the mirror pretty, I'm sure you'll see why I like it so much" he says before walking past me. "Hey where are you going? Aren't you going to apologize too?" I call after him before he gets too far. "Sorry love, I've gotta go back to work, why don't we pick this up later?" he says sending me a wink before opening the door and walking inside. "But I don't want there to be a later" I say under my breath kicking the rocks that I had no doubt slipped on just moments ago. I shake myself out of whatever headspace he had me in and take a deep breath trying to calm myself down.

I've never had a rush of so many emotions running through me before, and the only other times it has gotten close to this it seems like Jungkook has been the one to triggered them. I groan and make my way back inside as well and I sit back down at the table not making an effort to say a word to Jimin. "So how did it go? It seemed like he was pretty happy when he walked in" he says intrigued by our polar opposite returns with me being the one who looks upset now. "He's happy because he was able to irritate me and get a reaction out of me. Ugh I should've never went out there" I groan and take a drink of my water.

"Why did you end up going out there?" he questions, clearly interested in the story behind our weird behaviors. "I said some things that were probably interpreted as being mean, I'm not the kind of person who cares much about others but I'm adult enough to admit that what I said was out of line" I say rolling my eye irritated that I let him get the best of me time and time again, but for some reason I end up being the bad guy.

"I swear this man is going to put me in an early grave" I say and then speak of the devil Jungkook shows up with our order. "That's not very nice, are you already trying to be mean to me again" he pouts jokingly. "No but you are being rather rude listening in on people's conversations" I roll my eyes and go back to taking a drink of water. "It's not my fault that you're talking about me right in front of me. Anyways is there anything else I can get you guys?" he asks looking between the two of us.

"No I think we're all set" Jimin responds sending me a smile which I return with a nod. "What about you pretty? Do you need anything else from me?" Jungkook says leaning towards me and tucking my hair behind my ear to see my face better. To which I respond to by choking on my water while also spilling some on the table. "Shit y/n are you okay?" Jimin asks clearly concerned for my welfare. I cough a few times and send him a thumbs up trying to calm my coughs down. "I'll go get you guys some napkins" Jungkook chuckles walking off.

"Man I swear guys like him think they can get away with anything just because they're more attractive than the average male" he says rolling his eyes at him and handing his napkins over to me. "Thanks" I say and clean up as best as I could while we wait for the rest of the napkins. "It's fine I'm over it" I say clearing my throat hopefully for the last time right as Jungkook returns with more napkins.

"Sorry guys I was just teasing, your meal's on me this time okay?" he says giving us both a charming smile. "You sure?" Jimin asks looking surprised as ever. "Yeah it's the least I could do for interrupting you guys and making y/n upset" he says but I can tell he's still teasing me even though he's behaving in front of Jimin.

"Thank you so much" Jimin says giving him a thankful shallow bow. "It's fine don't mention it, also you can call me Hyung if you want to, I don't mind" Jungkook offers, clearly trying to get on Jimin's good side. This whole act he's putting on is ridiculous, I haven't known him for long but I can sure as hell tell when people are lying. "Okay, thank you Jungkook hyung" he says and smiles back at me. "You can call me Oppa if you want to y/n" he says offering it to me as well, waiting for me to take the bait.

"Jungkook is just fine for me, I'll call you JK if you want me to, but that's it" I say not bothering to show any sort of respect and grace to the person who just bought my meal which is probably cold by now. "Aw come on just once?" he says mercilessly taunting me still. "Don't you ever get tired of being a pain in the ass?" I say finally fed up with all of his antics "Nope" he says popping the P at the end before leaning down to whisper in my ear "You look cute when you're feisty" he says making sure to blow on my neck again making me shiver slightly.

I stand up abruptly and he straightens his posture and takes a step back giving me the tiniest bit of room to pass by. "Jimin I'm leaving if you want I'll wait for you outside so we can take the food back to campus" I say and make moves to leave as quickly as I can, not missing the way Jungkook chuckles at me on the way out. "Um yeah I'll be out in a second. Hyung do you think you could box this up for us?" he asks using the new term he had been encouraged to use. "Sure, see you around y/n" he says making sure I hear it before the door closes behind me.

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"She was so scared. I couldn't help; I couldn't do anything to stop it. And I've talked to the police, and I've talked to the medical examiner and no one can explain it." Mr Dutton said to me as Dean and Sam search around the house. "Well that's why they put the call in to us, Mr. Dutton." I said to him.

"But the CDC, that's disease control right? What do you think; it's some kind of virus?" he asked me, confused. "We're not ruling out anything yet." I said. "Mr. Dutton, did Janet have any enemies?"

"I'm sorry?" he said, confused. "Anyone that might have a reason to hurt her?" I asked him. "Wait, what are you saying? That somebody poisoned her?" Mr Dutton asked, slightly panicked. "I'm just saying we have to cover every base here." I said. "Well, I mean, what kind of poison? You think a person could have done this?" Mr Dutton asked.

"Would anyone want to?" I asked, curiously. "What?! No, no, there's just no one that could've--" Mr Dutton started to say but stops as Sam and Dean open the bathroom door. "Mr. Dutton?" I said and he looks over at me and shakes his head.

"Uh, everyone loved Janet." He said and I look over at the boys and they nod at me, letting me know they were done. "Okay. Thank you very much; I think we've got everything we need. We'll get out of your way now." I said to Mr Dutton and the three of us began to walk out.

We walked out of the house and the rain poured down on us as we made it over to the Impala. "That guys seem a little evasive to you?" I asked the boys. "Don't know I was under a sink, pulling this out." Sam said as he takes a hex bag out of his pocket and hands it to me as we stop. I take the bag from Sam and open it.

"Hex bag." I grumbled. "Awww gross." Dean said, disgusted. "Yeah, there are bird bones, rabbit's teeth. This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned." Sam said as Dean and I look back at the house for a second and turn back. I hand the bag to Sam and we start walking towards the Impala again.

"So, we're thinking witch?" I asked. "Uh, yeah, and not some new age wicked water douser either. This is old world black magic guys, I mean, warts and all." Sam said as we get into the car. "I hate witches." Dean exclaims, making Sam and I chuckle.

"They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere." said Dean. "Pretty much." Sam said. "It's creepy, you know, it's down right unsanitary." Dean said. "Yeah, well someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton." I said.

"Yeah, someone who snuck into that house and planted the bag. So what are we thinking, we're uh, looking for some old craggy blair bitch in the woods." Dean suggests. "No it could be anyone. Neighbor, coworker, man, woman that's the problem Dean, they're human, they're like everyone else." Sam said.

"Great, how do we find 'em?" Dean asked, annoyed. "This wasn't random; someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly axe to grind. We find the motive-" I said then Dean finishes the sentence for me. "We find the murderer." he said.

"Yeah." Sam and I said, in unison, then Dean starts the Impala and pulls away from the curb, driving off in the rain.

Throughout the day, we followed Paul to see if there were any hints of witches near him or if he was somehow involved with his wife's death. At first everything seemed normal, nothing out of place, but then at one point he was sitting in his car, eating. It was a few minutes after sitting in his car, the door opens and he crawls out, coughing. The boys and I run over to him and we see that he was coughing up maggots.

"Check the car!" Dean yells at me and Sam. We began to search under the dashboard and steering column as Dean tries to help Paul. "Guys!" Dean yells just as I found it. "Got it!" I said as I get up and remove the hex bag while Dean pulls Paul up from the pavement. "Come on." Dean said and I light the hex bag on fire and drop it to the ground as it glows with blue and green flames

Moments later, Paul recovers from choking and leans back against his car. "You okay?" Sam asked him. "What the hell is happening to me?!" Paul asked, panicked. "Someone murdered your wife and now they're trying to kill you, that's what's happening to you." Dean said, firmly. "That's impossible! There's no way-" Paul exclaims but I speak up.

"If we hadn't have been following you, you'd be a doornail right now." I said and he looks up at me with worry. "Now who wants you dead?" I asked him.

"I-uh..." Paul stammers but Dean speaks up. "Come on think." He said. "There's a woman-uh..." Paul stammers. "A woman, okay?" Dean mutters. "An affair--a mistake, she was un-balanced, she was blackmailing me and I put an end to it a week ago." Paul replied.

"What's her name?" Sam asked him. "What could she have to do with--?" Paul asked but Dean talks over him.

"Paul, what is her name?" he asked and Paul looks between us.

Later, Dean picks the lock and we enter Amanda's house, our guns drawn. We enter the room and I switch on the light, only to find Amanda's lifeless on the table covered in blood. "That's a curveball." Dean said as I let out a sigh. "Yeah." Sam mutters and we approach Amanda's body.

Dean lifts her right arm with the barrel of his gun then looks at the other as well. "Three per wrist, vertical. She wasn't foolin' around." Dean points out as I put my gun in the back of my jeans and bend down to look at the scattered remnant of the altar, holding my nose to the smell of the burnt rotten food.

"Yeah, looks like she was working some heavyweight evil here." I said. "Yup." the boys said as Dean turns around nearly running into the hanging body of a rabbit. "Oh God! Freakin' witches! Seriously guys, come on!" Dean yells as Sam and I look at the rabbit.

"Guess we know where she got the rabbit's teeth from." Sam said. "Well, Paul sure knows how to pick 'em, huh? It's like Fatal Attraction all over again." I said. "Yeah." Sam mutters. "And why does the rabbit always get screwed in the deal?! The poor little guy." Dean said, upset.

"You know what I don't get, boys? If she was so bent on revenge, why do this?" I asked them. "Well, she got Janet Dutton, thought she finished off Paul, decided to cap herself and make it a spurned lovers hat-trick." Dean replied. "Maybe." I muttered as I start to look under the glass table that Amanda is on.

"I mean, this doesn't exactly look like the TV room of a bright and stable person, you know?" Dean said. "No, but then..." I said as I reach around and pull out another hex bag that was tucked under the table and stand up tossing it to boys, Sam catches it. "There's this." I said and Dean looks over his brother's arm to see the hex bag.

"Another hex bag?" Sam said, shocked.

"Come on!" Dean shouts as Sam opens the bag to find similar contents of the bag we found in Janet's bathroom and he tosses it on the table while Dean reaches for his phone. "Looks like we got a hit, huh? A little witch on witch violence?" Dean said. "I guess." I said, shrugging, as Dean dials the phone and hold it up to his ear.

"I'd like to report a dead body, 309 Mayfair Circle. My name? Yeah, sure my name is..." Dean said and he clicks the phone shut, cutting himself off.

"Why are witches ganking each other?" Dean asked us. "I don't know, but I think maybe we got a coven on our hands." I said and the boys share a worried look.

"You must have a green thumb." Sam said to this woman after we walked up to her driveway while she was turning the soil of her garden. "Excuse me?" She asked as she turned to us. "Getting these herbs to grow out of season like this, quite impressive. I'm sorry; I should have introduced myself first." Sam said and he reaches on the pocket of his suit jacket and takes out a badge. "I'm uh, Detective Bachman, this is Detective Turner and Detective Thornton." Sam introduced as Dean and I take our badges out of our jacket pockets and flash it at her.

"Hi-ya." Dean greets.

"Afternoon." I said, smiling.

"We're following up on Amanda Burns' death, going around the neighborhood and talking to neighbors and stuff like that." Sam said to her and she looks between us, nervously. "But didn't she- I mean she killed herself right?" She said. "Maybe, maybe." Sam said.

"We heard you were friends with the deceased right?" I asked her. "Yeah, I guess so." She replies. "Did you have any idea about her practices?" Dean asked her. "I'm sorry, what kind of practices?" She asked.

"Well see, her house was littered with satanic paraphernalia." I said. "A regular Black Sabbath." Dean added. "No, the- but she was an Episcopalian." The woman said. "Well, then we're pretty sure she was using the wrong bible." Dean said then a couple of footsteps come up to us and we turn and see a couple of women coming up to us.

"Elizabeth, you alright?" the dark haired woman said. "I'm fine uh Renee, these are Detectives. They say Amanda was- she was practicing-" Elizabeth stammers then her friend, Renee, turns to us. "I'm sorry Detectives; you can tell that Elizabeth is a little bit upset." She said, a bit rudely honestly. "Of course, Miss...?" Dean said.

"Mrs. Renee Van Allen. Would you like me to spell it for you?" she sneered at him and I narrow my eyes a bit at her. "We'll get by, thanks." I snapped and she turns to me. "This Amanda business has been hard for Liz, for all of us." She said then her friend speaks. "Yeah, I mean, you think you know a person."

"Well, I guess we all have secrets, don't we?" Dean said as we stare between the three women. "Well, thanks, um, we'll be in touch." Sam said after a few moments of silence. "Have a nice day." I said and the women tell us goodbye.

"Well, I'm already sold on that Elizabeth chick? Did you see that victory garden of hers? Belladonna, wolfs bane, mandrake, not to mention that little flinch she threw when we mentioned the occult." Dean said as we drive down a foggy country road. "Well, she's definitely had a good run lately, gone up a few tax brackets; won almost too many raffles. Kinda thing a little black magic always helps with." Sam said as he reads over some files. "Yeah." Dean mutters.

"I don't think she's alone either, look like Mrs. Renee Van Allen has won almost every craft contest she has entered in the past three months." said Sam. "Yeah, a regular Martha Stewart, huh?" I joked. "Except for the devil worship, I'm thinking that was the coven back there we met minus one member." Dean said and I shrugged.

"Amanda was clearly going off the reservation, what do you think they killed her to keep up appearances?" Sam asked. "Seems like an appearance kind of crowd, don't you think?" Dean asked. "Yeah." mutters Sam.

"If they killed the nut-job should we uh, thank them or what?" I asked. "They're working black magic too, (y/n), they need to be stopped." Sam said. "stopped like stopped?" Dean asked as he and I look over at Sam, a bit shocked. Sam gives us a look that says of course.

"They're human, Sam." Dean said. "They're murderers." Sam said. Dean and I look at Sam for a second, with doubt, and then resign ourselves. "Burn witch, burn." I remarked as Dean continues to drive when the Impala stutters and starts to choke up.

"What the hell?" Dean said, confused. The head lights of the Impala flicker on and then back on again as it slowly comes to a stop in front of a blonde woman sanding in the middle of the road.

Sam gets out of the car first and Dean and I follow. "Ruby." Sam said. "Sam, listen to me, there's no time." She said. "For what? What are you talking about?" Sam asked her. "You have to get out of town." She warns.

"So this is Ruby, huh?" Dean asked then he raises the colt and aims it at her, cocking it. "Never had the pleasure." Dean said. "Dean!" Sam shouts at him. "I was hoping you'd show up again." Dean growls.

"Point that thing somewhere else." Ruby said after rolling her eyes. "Hahahaha, right." Dean chuckles as I placed a hand on his arm. Ruby ignores him then turns to Sam. "Sam please, go, get in the car and don't look back." She begs. "Why? I don't understand." Sam said.

"Hey, hot stuff, we can take care of a few kitchen witches, thanks." Dean said. "I'm not talking about witches, you jackass, witches are whores. I'm talking about who they serve." She said and the boys and I look confused for a second, but then it dawns on me.

"Demons, they get their power from demons." I said and Ruby nods. "Yeah, and there's one here, now." She said. "Oh, what, you mean besides you?" Dean asked but Ruby ignores him.

"Sam, it knows you and your friend here are in town and it's gonna come after you two and it's way more than you can handle." Ruby said as she gestures to me. "Me?!" I said, confused. "Oh come on, what is this, huh? Please tell me you're not listening to this crap!" Dean yells at Sam and Ruby turns to Sam. "Put a leash on your brother Sam, if you wanna keep him." She ordered.

"Dean, look, just chill out." Sam pleads as I turn to him. "No, no! She's messing with your head, God knows why, that's who they are!" Dean yells. "Dean, honey, calm down!" I said.

"I'm telling you the truth." Ruby said, firmly. "And I'm telling you to shut up bitch." Dean growls. "I'm sorry, why are you even a part of this conversation?!" Ruby asked, angrily. "Oh, I don't know maybe because he's my brother. And now you're saying my girlfriend is in danger too, you black eyed skank!" Dean shouts.

"Oh, right, right. You care about your brother and girlfriend so much, that's why you're checking out in a few months, leaving them all alone?" Ruby sneered. "Shut up." Dean growls. "At least let me try and save them, since you won't be here to do it anymore." Ruby said. "I said shut up!" Dean yells and he moves to fire the colt at Ruby.

"Dean no!" Sam screams as he pushes Dean's arm away from Ruby as he fires the colt, and Dean tries to fight against Sam's hold and they lock arms. "Boys, stop!" I shouted as I try to fight their hold. Then we look to where Ruby was standing to see that she has vanished.

Dean gives Sam a look of disappointment and goes back to get in the Impala, as Sam looks around in vain for Ruby. I sigh then follow Dean to the car.

Later, at a hotel, Dean walks in first and switches on the light and Sam and I follow right behind him. "What the hell were you thinking?" Dean shouts at Sam. "What?! What the hell was I thinking?" Sam yelled. "She's a demon, Sam, period alright. They want us dead, we want them dead." Dean yells.

"Oh, that's funny; I remember that demon chick in Ohio, Casey? You didn't want her dead." Sam said as I just look between them. "Yeah, well she wasn't stringing me along like a fish on a hook." Dean argues. "No one's stringing me along. Look, I know it's dangerous, that she is dangerous, but like it or not, she is useful." Sam said. "No, we kill her before she kills us." Dean growls.

"Kill her with what? The gun she fixed for us?" Sam asked. "Whatever works." Dean grumbles and I sighed. "Dean, if she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives." Sam said and Dean turns away from us and goes to the sink turning on the water.

"Look, we have to start looking at the big picture Dean, start thinking in strategies and- and moves ahead." I said as Dean splashes water on his face and Sam nods. "She's right. It's not so simple, we're not- we're not just hunting anymore, we're at war." Sam said as Dean turns off the water and looks at Sam in the mirror above the sink, grabs a towel to dry off his face and turns back around to us.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked Sam. "Uh, why are you always asking me that?" Sam asked as he sits on the foot of one of the beds in the room, and Dean moves back toward Sam. "Because you're taking advice from a demon for starters, and by the way, you seem less and less worried about offing people, it used to eat you up inside." Dean explains. "He's got a point, Sam." I said.

"Yeah, and what has that gotten me?" Sam asked. "Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do okay? We're supposed to drive in the friggin' car and friggin' argue about this stuff. You know, you go on about the sanctity of life and all that crap." Dean yells. "Wait, so- so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you?" Sam asked, confused.

"No, I'm not mad, I'm- I'm- I'm worried, Sam." Dean said as he moves and sits down on the foot of the other bed in the room. "I'm worried about you too, Sam." I said and Sam looks at me. "Because you're not acting like yourself." I added. "Yeah, you guys are right, I'm not. I don't have a choice." Sam said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked him as Dean looks up at him. Sam sighs then looks at Dean. "Look, Dean, you're leaving right? And (y/n) and I gotta stay here in this craphole of a world, alone. So the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if I'm gonna fight this war after you're gone, then I gotta change." Sam replied and I noticed Dean has been looking increasingly uncomfortable during Sam's last speech, and is now clutching his stomach in discomfort and leaning forward slightly.

"Change into what?" he asked. "Into you, I gotta be more like you." Sam said and Dean tightens his face in pain, and leans further over still clutching his stomach and side with his left hand. "Dean!" I said, worried, as I go over to him.

"What's going on with you?" Sam asked as Dean moves around in pain still clutching his stomach, and he can barely force words out. "I don't know. Oh- guys something's wrong- bunch of knives inside of me-" he groans then Sam moves off the bed and kneels in front of Dean, who is now leaning all the way forward with his head almost between his legs.

"Son of a bitch-" Dean groans and my eyes widen and I turn to Sam. "The coven, it's gotta be the coven." I said and he gets up and rush into the bathroom, opening the cupboards below the sink looking for the hex bag as Dean groans in pain and lies back on the bed, his face still twisted in pain. "Hang on, baby." I said as Sam pulls things out of the cupboard throwing them aside.

Dean leans back forward falling to his knees in front of the foot of the bed, spitting out blood, choking and sputtering. Then I get up and start to look around the room for the hex bag but couldn't find anything. Sam and I pull off the covers to the bed tearing back the sheets and I slice the mattress open with my knife but still cannot find the hex bag

"Dean, we can't find it." I said, worried, as Dean falls over sideways and looks weak and hurt and still in pain. "No." Sam mutters. As Dean continues to cough blood more weakly now, Sam rummages through his bag and pulls out the colt and opens it to make sure there are bullets in it.

"Sam, what are you doing?" I asked him as Sam gets up and moves toward the door. "Sam." I called out but Sam leaves closing the door behind him. "Sam!" Dean and I shout but he was gone.

Dean was leaning over a pool of blood he has spit out gasping and coughing blood as I try to think of what to do. Suddenly, there were quick footsteps outside and the door is kicked open and Ruby steps in. I pull out my knife, get into a stance and step in front of Dean. "You wanna kill me? Get in line bitch." Dean sneers.

Ruby ignores him and looks at me. "Do you want to keep him alive?" She asked me as I look at her. Then I look at Dean. "(Y/n)..." he groans and I look back at Ruby then step aside for her. "Better not make me regret this." I growled as Ruby goes over to Dean and pulls him up by the collar tossing him on the bed. She leans over him and forces his mouth open with her left hand as Dean tries to push her away.

Ruby sprays a black liquid into his mouth from a bag at her side with her right hand while Dean still struggles under her hold. Ruby stands up as Dean chokes on the liquid and spits some back out. "Stop calling me bitch." Ruby growls and Dean starts to look better and I go over to him and check him over then clean the blood and black liquid off of his face.

"Next time you point that gun at me, I'm not gonna just disappear, understand?" Ruby said as she tosses a sawed off shotgun over to me as Dean was back to sitting on the foot of the bed. "You saved my life." Dean said to her. "Don't mention it." Ruby said.

"What was that stuff? God, it was ass, it tasted like ass." Dean grumbles. "It's called witchcraft shortbus." Ruby replied as she turns and walks out of the room closing the door behind her and leaving us. "You're the shortbus...shortbus." Dean grumbles and I shake my head. "Come on, we got to go after Sam." I said to him and we start to head out.

We make it to Elizabeth's house and run in with our shotgun drawn and see Sam was held up against the wall by an invisible force. And a woman with short dark hair was standing in from him. We draw our guns at her but she turns around easily and throws us over the sofa. We get up, but she pins us to the wall behind us.

"Three for one, lovely." she said, smiling. "Wait." Ruby shouts as she walks in with her hands raised in surrender. "Please, I just came to talk." She said as she puts her hands down. "You made it out of the gate, impressive. That was a bitch of a fight, wasn't it?" The woman sneered. "Doors outta hell only open for so long." Ruby said.

"What do you want, Ruby?" the woman asked. "I've been lost without you, take me back. That's why I led the Winchesters and (l/n) here." Ruby said and Dean looks angry, and mouths I told you so to Sam while I sigh and roll my eyes.

"They're for you, as a gift." Ruby said to her. "Really?" The woman asked. "Let me serve you again, I've wanted it, I've wanted you for so long." Ruby said as she walks closer to her. "You were one of my best." The woman said as her and Ruby look at each other, until Ruby pulls her knife out and tries to stab her, but the demon catches it in mid-air.

"But then again, you always were a lying whore." she said and the knife is thrown sideways out of their hands across the wood floor. The two fight for a bit until the demon throws Ruby into the TV, but Ruby gets up and kicks her and goes to run past her, and the woman clotheslines Ruby causing her to fall flat on her back.

She pulls Ruby up and throws her into a bookcase and gets a fireplace poker from the stand on the hearth, looking at Elizabeth who was cowering from, before the woman walks back to Ruby with the poker in her hand.

"You're really telling me you threw in your chips with Abbott and Costello here?" the woman asked, nodding towards us, as Ruby tries to get up, and the demon hits her across the face with the fireplace poker. Elizabeth then runs out of the room.

"Come on, get up." the demon growls while Ruby is panting and not moving, with blood coming out of her nose. "I said get up!" she yells as she tosses the poker aside and crouches over Ruby grabbing her by the jacket and pulling her up. "We've been here before, haven't we?" She chuckles to herself and looks over at Sam.

"She didn't tell you?" She asked then she turns back to Ruby and continues. "Pretty mortifying I guess. She was one of mine. I turned her out a long, long time ago. Ruby here was a witch. Of course that was when you were human."

The three of us look at this surprised even though we are still both pinned to pur respective walls. The demon throws Ruby back down onto the debris of the bookcase she crashed through and stands up. "Didn't want your friends to know that all those centuries back you sold yourself to me? Embarrassing I guess, but don't worry love, no secrets where you're heading remember?" She said and she begins to chant and black smoke rises out of Ruby's mouth curling and hovering inches above her mouth.

But then she begins to cough.

As she coughs harder, Dean and I were dropped from the wall and fall forward. Sam also falls from the wall and drops to the floor as I look up and see the demon brings her hand up to her mouth. She coughs up a handful of long pins into her hand, her mouth bleeding in the process. She looks at the pins and raises her right hand and clenched it into a fist.

Dean then comes up behind her and stabs her in the back repeatedly with Ruby's discarded knife. The woman dies as well as the demon that was inside of her and she falls to the floor. Dean looks at Ruby and goes to help me and Sam up and they move toward the door and stop to look at Ruby.

"Go." Ruby said as she looks at us slightly embarrassed and wipes the blood away from her mouth. "I'll clean up this mess. Dean and I start to walk toward the door, helping Sam on his way. "Come on." I said but we stop and look back at Ruby one more time. Ruby turns her eyes black and glares at us. "Go." She orders and we walk out the door.

Dean and I were walking outside of the hotel, together, as the lights flicker, we look around, and then back to where we originally was looking and see Ruby standing there in the shadows of the hotel parking lot. "So the devil may care after all, is that what we're supposed to believe?" Dean asked her as we walk up to her. "I don't believe in the devil." She replied.

"Wacky night." I remarked then I look at her. "So let me get this straight, you were human once, you died, you went to hell, you became a..." I started to say and she nods. "Yeah." she said and she turns to leave.

"How long ago?" Dean asked her. "Back when the plague was big." Ruby reply as she turns back to us. "So all of 'em, every damn demon, they were all human once." I said. "Every one I've ever met." Ruby said.

"Well, they sure don't act like it." Dean remarks. "Most of them have forgotten what it means, or even that they were. That's what happens when you go to hell, Dean. That's what hell is, forgetting what you are." She said. "Philosophy lesson from the demon, I'll pass thanks." Dean growls. "Its not philosophy, it's not a metaphor. There's a real fire in the pit, agonies you can't even imagine." She said.

"No, I saw Hellraiser, I get the gist." Dean said. "Actually they got that pretty close, except for all the custom leather." Ruby said. Dean and I look at her thoughtful and Ruby stops her departure, and turns back to us.

"The answer is yes by the way." she said as she looks at Dean. "I'm sorry?" Dean said, confused. "Yes, the same thing will happen to you. It might take centuries, but sooner or later hell will burn away your humanity. Every hell bound soul, every one turns into something else. Turns you into us, so yeah, yeah you can count on it." She said.

"There's no way of saving him from the pit is there?" I asked her. "No." she replied and I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Then why'd you tell Sam you could?" Dean asked her. "So he would talk to me, you Winchesters can be pretty bigoted. Same thing for you, (l/n). I needed something to help him get past the-"

"The demon thing? It's pretty hard to get past." Dean growls. "Look at you, tryin' to be all stoic. My God it's heartbreaking." Ruby said.

"Why are you telling us all this?" I asked, a bit annoyed. "I need your help." she said. "Help with what?" Dean and I said, confused. "With Sam. The way you stuck that demon tonight, Dean, it was pretty tough. Sam's almost there, but not quite, you two need to help me get him ready, for life without you, Dean; to fight this war with you, (y/n)." Ruby said and she turns and walks away again.

"Ruby, why do you want us to win?" Dean asked her and Ruby turns back around to face us. "Isn't it obvious? I'm not like them, I- I don't know why, I wish I was, but I'm not. I remember what its like." she replied. "What what's like?" I asked. "Being human." She replied and Dean looks down lost in his thoughts.

I give him a worried look and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me and places his band over mine then we look up to see Ruby has disappeared leaving us alone in the parking lot.

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kirbybecomesastarwarrior · 4 months

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Your au is really interesting and charming! your ocs are very interesting. Question, is dark matter and/or zero a part of this au?

Dame Morgan: Conductor of Chaos

Ohoho~ I have big plans for them... >:3

Lore/Explanation:

My Morgan is loosely based on "Morgan Le Fay" from Arthurian Legend... and her name suggests that she has a connection to fairies, so... of course, I was going to tie her into Ripple Star. (the planet of the fairies...)

Their partnership actually started after (Kirby 64 and the crystal shards): If you know the game, there are two endings (a bad ending if you collect all the crystal shards) & (a good ending if you collect all the crystal shards).

KBASW Kirby follows the bad ending route... and this is where things get interesting: Dame Morgan's added to the mix...

So in the KBASW Kirby and the gang just miss one crystal shard... and it just happens to fall into the hands of... the worst person you could possibly imagine... And instead of Fairy Queen being possessed... Dark Matter finds another host...

(This is also why I made Dame Morgan's eyes purple in a reference to Queen Ripple and her purple eyes~)

Dame Morgan goes to the remains using the one shard crystal to absorb the last remaining remnant of Dark Matter... (they purify the queen... but Morgan is secretly there and uses the last bit of the shard to pull him away... just before anyone notices it...)

At first, Dark Matter freaks out because it's another star warrior: he's done for... But instead of purging them... she offers them a deal... an offer that Dark Matter couldn't possibly refuse... It was everything they could've asked for:

A free hiding spot/victim no one would suspect

A new vessel they could control freely

Access to the raw power of an ex-star warrior

AND THEY WERE WILLING!

All they needed to do was help her with her goals, revenge on the GSA, intergalactic conquest, destruction of other worlds, unsealing Void Termina... you know that sort of thing.

DM when they hear all this: SWEET NOVA GURL... you're speaking my language! So, hey, why not?

Unlike Dark Matter's other possessed victims... this one felt different... she was able to separate from their dark aura with ease and regain control of herself perfectly. Maybe it was because she was willing...

However, Morgan played it off as if they were the only ones who relinquished control back to her body (playing dumb). And being the prideful smuck he is... Dark Matter goes along with it. "Hey, of course... we're partners, right?"

He didn't want to lose his flesh puppet, plus their ideals matched up with each other, and saw no problem in helping them (DM) with their goals (taking over Ripple Star)... what could possibly go wrong.

This should have been DM's first sign to run...

For a while, things were great... little did they know Morgan was allowing them to believe they were in control. Dark Matter's hubris and desperation backfire on them...And, soon enough something happened they never thought was possible... and regret it dearly.

He was no longer the puppeteer... this time... he was the puppet?

Also, shoutout to @camachine

I always felt something was missing in Dame Morgan's design that I couldn't quite place... but then I did a little cross-over post (@camachine 's style of drawing the characters to be more fluffy): it just clicked so well with Morgan I had to keep it for her design.

And that's why she has a tuff of hair fluff now (for those who were wondering.) Plus, it shows how unhinged she's gotten after leaving the GSA... And I love it for her.

Morgan remains quiet working behind the scenes and is the main villain of the KBASW (AU)... It all comes together in the end... And needless to say, Ripple Star's in big trouble.

Also dropping what I consider Morgan's character song

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Villian~

#kirby #dame morgan #kirby oc #kbasw #zero kirby #morgan le fay #zero two kirby #dark matter #queen ripple #kirby 64 #kirby and the crystal shards #ripple star #anon ask #answered #kirby gsa

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lynlyndoll · 5 months

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Apple Cider

genre: fluff, angst, comfort

tw: this may trigger people to cry, especially reader's first part; some type of traumatic childhood

pairing: producer! han x architect! reader

w/c: 4.5k

summary: Maybe is a complex word, that not many people believe in - not even you. However, as time goes, you find yourself asking multiple questions that start with "Maybe", all of them related to the guy who you didn't even like. Maybe he asks the same questions, all of them related to you.

a/n: Hey, I'm freaking back!!! This made me kind of exhausted, since it's the longest fic I've written :)). I advise you guys to listen to Apple Cider by beabadoobee when I start writing some words with blue! Oh and also, I know that, if you know me/my blog, you might actually see the similarities between me and the character i "drew" for Y/N. :) feel free, however, to change the dream job for yourself though, however i made architecture to fit the fic! <3

Many people seem to think finding your romantic soulmate is impossible. People say they are right. That it actually is impossible for human kind to feel something as 'real love', the life people see in movies portrayed as the 'soulmate's love'. Finding the one and only can't be true. But maybe, people are wrong. Maybe people can find the person they are happy with, the person that listens to everything and nothing just for the sake of their lover. Because, afterall, the questions we have that start with a 'maybe' are actually possibilities. Technically, questions shouldn't even start with 'maybe', they should start with 'who' or 'what' or 'where' or 'how', but humans started using 'maybe' for expressing desires that are actually a truth, masked under other people's desires that win over the true facts. Which means, finding your true love might actually be true.

You are one of those people, however. Those people who never ask themselves the question of 'maybe'. You're a person who makes straight up decisions based on what you already know, based on what people say or do, based on experiences that have already happened. You never did because you never could've asked yourself that type of question back in your childhood. The action of doubting something has always been forbidden in your family, the only way of doing things being the ones that were told by your parents. Your childhood wasn't an extreme level of trauma, but it wasn't good either. Your parents weren't severely strict, nor free-range. You were an only child, every single thing your parents wanted from you had to be done at the level of perfection, otherwise you knew deep inside that you would bring your parents down, bringing shame to all of your family. So you knew since you were a child that you had to keep fighting for every single one of their desires, no matter how tired you were. So you did it. You continued living the life your parents wanted, named as the 'Golden Child', having every other child turn against you and your actions because of jealousy. No friends, no real life and no feeling of wanting to continue. But you had to. Your family needed you.

Since you were a child, you realized your problems. Everything that happened caused you a huge self-doubt and hate, anxiety and depression, but you couldn't talk about it to anyone. So you sucked it up and continued. That's the person you are today. Y/N Y/L/N, a current student of architecture in Seoul. You think that being an architect is one of the few things you really have done for yourself, especially, and not for your family’s pride - which has been there, however, because who wouldn’t want their child to have a good job. The architecture trope fits you, though. Your life and sense of rationality made you realize a long time ago that you were made to be one. Your head was full of imagination, full of new and fresh ideas, ready to come out when you let them. However, you were never truly sure about the choices you made, so when something was almost ready, the fear made you overthink and start again. You wanted, no, you needed someone to be there for you in those times, but you had no one other than yourself and your orange cat, Honey.

Another thing about yourself is that you finally realized how much a ‘loner life’ affected you, so obviously you tried making friends. Which you successfully did. It wasn’t a big group - nor could you name it little -, it consists of 3 guys and 2 girls. You met Seungmin in the town, while you were assigned to draw a building that caught your eye from 3 different perspectives. Turned out that he chose the same building for his project, since he was a student as well, majoring in photography. This encounter made you both friends and soon after, he introduced you to his own friend group: Jeongin, a literature student with the want of becoming a teacher, Felix, a cooking student that wants to start his own bakery, Yuna, a fashion modeling student that already caught the attention of a few brands, and Lia, a music student ready to start writing songs. They immediately ‘adopted’ you in their friend group, accepting you as if you were there all along.

It's not as if you only hang out with them. You also hang out with some other friends of their own, such as Minho, Felix's friend, who is also a cooking student. However, they actually met at the dancing classes they both take. There, they have also met Hyunjin, an art major that is somehow friends with Seungmin as well, both of them being in the same art university. He often takes modeling classes as well, but more as a hobby, so he and Yuna are always bickering about the latest fashion trends. Since Seungmin's hobby is baseball, he also has a friend named Chan, who is on his way to becoming a famous athlete and who often plays different sports with his other 2 friends except Seungmin. More exactly Han and Changbin, both of them preparing for a musical career, Han as a song-writer and producer and Changbin as a self-made rapper. You usually would hang out with all of them, however, hanging out with Han was harder. Not that you disliked the boy, but he usually had a not-so-nice attitude towards you, so you acted the same as he did. And that's how your friends tried to never have each other in the same room, the bickering being insupportable. A part of you told yourself that you're doing the right thing, acting the same to hurt him, however, the other part was telling you that maybe he isn’t like that. Perhaps you did something wrong or offended him. You tried not thinking about it, but when you were alone in the dark night buried in your own thoughts, this idea was haunting you.

You liked your life now. Sure, it wasn’t the best, but it was enough. You had great friends and your results were extremely good, meaning that you wouldn't be left without a good job in this domain after graduating. Sure, the apartment you lived in wasn’t probably the greatest. A little bit too old and possibly not the cleanest out of all, but it was just for a few years of college. And maybe you also wanted some action, excepting the lives of your friends or your favorite movie characters, but who were you to whine about it? You used to have some action, until your boyfriend of 1 year and a half cheated on you. You also went on a few great dates - forgetting the fact that after a few dates, you were always stood up - and you went to the bar pretty often with Lia and Yuna, plus a few of their fun friends, Ryujin, Chaeryeong and Yeji, all of them dancing majors. But a real relationship… Nah, and maybe you didn’t even want it. Okay, maybe you wanted it, but who cares? You definitely don't want to have only a fling, so it is way better to not have someone randomly ask you “Wanna come into my apartment?” have a few drinks, have sex and then forget the whole night. It just didn't sit right with you. So, better to abandon the idea and focus on your college life.

“Was life this hard?” a drunken Yuna asks, causing all of your female friends to fall into a drunken laugh.

“Considering everyone’s past…” says Yeji.

“YES!” Lia says, amused.

You're with your friends into the bar all of you have started being regulars at. It's a nice bar, not too full, so it's perfect for 6 deranged women to spend a friday night. Yuna’s boyfriend has broken up with her recently, so all of you went into town to console her. But of course nothing goes as hard as three bottles of soju. You are possibly the only one in the state of walking - not saying that you're not drunk, however - and the one who will call out the boys for some help. So that's exactly what you want to do, grabbing your phone and opening your contact list.

“Have you guys heard about Han?” your head snaps right there, eyes wide. The girls laugh at your confused reaction.

"Heard that…?" Ryujin asks Lia as she was the one who apparently knew everything about it.

"You remember when we heard that he got an interview at some big music company? Rumor has it that they didn’t accept him.”

Your brain starts thinking about him. Han was extremely talented, why would a company decline him and his talent?! This made you angrier than it should have. You wanted to go to whoever was in charge and scream directly in his face, telling him how good of a producer or songwriter Han would make for his shitty company - that, theoretically, isn't as shitty as you think right now, the fury taking over your thoughts. But, of course, you wouldn't do that. Who are you to even want to do it? You're not exactly friends, you're more as acquaintances, so why would you risk it?

After you finally called the boys to pick you and the girls up and after you finally got into your apartment, laying on the bed, you were left with only your thoughts. Many people say that it would make them uncomfortable to only sit somewhere, in the dark, with no one by their side, in total silence, but you like it. You like the safety feeling it gives you. In that silence, you remember the Han gossip, which would obviously go around for at least two weeks, not only between your friends, but also in his university. And you felt bad for him. Like, really bad. He isn't a bad person, you don't hate him, you just… haven't talked with him as much as the others. So obviously, none of you knows each other well enough. Either way, you still don't know why you're feeling so bad for him, afterall he isn’t your friend.

“I’M HERE!”

That’s probably Hyunjin, after the second round of beers for the movie night everyone had. He came with Minho, Yeji, Ryujin and Chaeryeong, plus Felix, who came with Lia, who came with Seungmin and well… Then you, Jeongin and Yuna came. All of you in the 3RACHA dorm, as Chan, Changbin and Han liked to call it. It was kind of a normal-sized and lowkey dirty apartment, that could often fit groups as yours was. The movie night is kind of a regular, you found yourself thinking one day. Once two weeks, during a day of the weekend, you found yourself surrounded by Felix, Minho, Hyunjin, Chan, Han, Changbin, Seungmin, Jeongin, Lia, Yeji, Yuna, Ryujin and Chaeryeong, either on the sofa, either on the floor, for a few hours. You usually watch a movie together and drink, sometimes even gossiping, always ending with the majority already falling asleep there. You always liked these days, always leading to something hilarious, however, this time, you weren't feeling as entertained as you used to. Tonight, it wasn't the whole group. Han was missing. You asked about him when you came, of course you did, but Chan and Changbin said he was in his room. You knocked on his door once, but he didn't answer, so you left him like that. Why would you continue? Why did you care so much? He isn't your friend.

"Hannie" You hear Minho yell at him, knocking on his door. You hear a groan from Han, from his room. You get up from the couch and go to his room, stopping Minho from knocking on the door.

"Min, let Han rest." Your voice was heard and Han immediately opened the door. Minho's eyes widen as a restless Han makes his appearance in front of you. "Hi, Han. Sorry if he disturbed you…" You apologize as his eyes look at both you and him.

He mumbles "No problem…" as he looks at the floor, not making eye contact for none of you to see his tired face. "Sorry for-"

"Don't be." You smile and rest your hand on his arm. "It's alright."

"Thanks…" A smile sketches on his face, a little bit of sparkle in his eyes as you brush your hand on his arm. You were the first person till now who didn't ask him more about the situation, not that the others were bad intentioned, but you just knew that he was going through a rough time, so you just didn't question it. You smile at him again and mumble another sorry, getting Minho out of the hallway, guiding him towards the couch.

Later that night, when almost everybody left the 3RACHA apartment, leaving you the only one to leave, Han left his room.

"Y/N.." He called you, to get your attention. You snap your head in his direction, tilting it in confusion. "Sorry if… If I acted badly towards you, but…" His eyes were shiny, as tears were filling his brown, boba eyes. You immediately wiped his tears off with your hand and smiled.

“Shh, it’s alright. I know that you’re not in the best mood and that it has been hard every day, but I promise to you that someone will discover your talent and will make you a star in the music industry. You’ll be the shiniest star out there because you have a huge talent, Han Jisung.” You interrupted him and smiled. He returns the smile, his pretty and round cheeks still shiny from the tears before. You hug him, shocking him, then saying a little goodbye and leaving the apartment.

Why were you so nice to him? That's a question both you and him put that night. Another question gave Han no peace at all. Why did his heart beat faster when you hugged him? He swore he never felt that tingle in his heart or the way he felt when you hugged him, almost as if he was flustered. He realized it wasn’t just almost, but he in fact did get flustered. Another weird and uncharacteristic Han thing to experience. He sat that night in his bed, not closing his eyes for not even a minute, his whole mind being too preoccupied with the thought of you and only you. You were in the same state as him. Not only that you didn't understand why you hugged him, but you also didn't understand why you felt so comfortable doing it. Or why didn't he fight back? Why did you feel your ears burning as you made contact with him? It was an entire deligma why, your answers never making sense toward yourself. The lack of showing affection in your family didn't make this better for you. One thing, however, was in sync in this mix of feelings and questions. A thing that both of you realized. You actually acted like friends tonight. You cared about him and he cared about you. So why not… try to be friends? Maybe you would actually click.

Han was standing in his room, eyes locked on the computer screen. His ears were already in pain because of the heavy headphones he put on since early in the morning. The apartment was peaceful, his roommates were out of the town and he had the place for himself, however he only stayed in his room. It was already night, his fourth cup of coffee still unfinished as he tried to find the right beat he had in his head. Chan and Changbin knew what he was up to, they knew him and how he probably locked himself in the room, with barely any food and a huge amount of caffeine in his possession.

Ding Dong.

The doorbell rang. He put his headphones on the table, looking around as if the person who rang was in the room with him.

Ding Dong.

This time he was sure someone was at his door. He unlocked his room and went to the apartment’s door, opening the door. And there, right in front of him, was you, with two bags full of food. As if you knew.

“Hi!” You said. “I… brought food.” You smiled and looked at the two bags in your hands. He smiles.

“Come in.” He tells you, helping you with the bags he then put on the counter.

You follow him into the kitchen, opening the bags and displaying all the take out you got - as well as the products you got from the supermarket. He looked at you, with a tiny smile on his face, muttering a thank you every time you looked at him while explaining.

"I… should go now." You smile awkwardly as you finish showing him everything you bought. However, he catches your wrist.

"Don't go… I mean, that's a lot of food and… I won't finish it, so you can have some." He says quite awkwardly, but the genuine look on his face told you that he was telling the truth.

So you stay. You thought that it would be boring or awkward to share an apartment with Han, even if it was for a few hours. However, you talked. Both of you. And when you didn’t talk, you were watching a drama, his head on your lap and your hands in his hair, both of you covered in a huge blanket. As your hands were massaging his scalp, he found himself closing his eyes often from both the feeling of your fingers and the warmth of the blanket. It was an awkward, but warm feeling, something intimate, something that made both of your hearts melt. After not even a few minutes of your action, his steady breath was heard through the silence of the movie. You giggled to yourself as you realized that he was asleep and not long after him, you fell asleep as well, with only one thought flooding your brain. The thought of Han Jisung.

Han woke up in a warm embrace that night. He checked the tv’s clock which said it was 03:25. “Almost 03:30” he told himself as his eyes slowly adapted to the darkness of the room. That's when he saw your face, sleeping peacefully next to him, face buried into his chest. At the sight, his cheeks started to burn, a weird, but cozy feeling filling his tiny heart. Right there, his mind was full of questions. Questions about you and his possible future. Questions about his feelings and questions that started with “What if''s or “Maybe”s.

“Hannie” your raspy and sleepy voice called out for him, your eyes slowly opening to see the man before you already staring at you. To be honest, Han was glad that there wasn’t a lot of light in the room, otherwise you’d see his puffy cheeks get even redder than they already were because of the nickname he oh-so-heard many times, but never from you.

“Agh, Y/N, I-” he wanted to continue, but your arms wrapped around his small waist, getting him even closer than he already was on the tiny couch.

“Go to sleep, Hannie. ‘Night!” Your voice said and he swears he didn't mean to think that, if you were a couple, you'd say that every night. “Han, stop thinking about that!” his mind said, since his heart was already beating fast.

However, after a few tries, he did fall asleep again, in your embrace.

“What should I do?” Han asked both Chan and Changbin, as soon as they entered the door of their shared apartment. As much as they tried to understand the meaning of the question addressed by Han, both of the guys were looking around the apartment with a confused face.

“Why is this place so… clean?” Changbin asked, followed by Chan’s question of “Why does it smell like actual cooked food?”. Han sighed at the amount of questions the boys asked him, all of them having the answer “Y/N”. It would be an understatement to say that the two guys looked shocked. Sure, they asked you to come at their apartment, but-

“She stayed. A few days.” Han answered all their questions with this simple answer. Changbin gave a smirk to his younger friend, getting a disapproving hiss from Han.

“What was the question about?” Chan asks, quite confused.

“Well, Y/N stayed and we… I mean, I felt like… I don’t know, I felt weird. But in a good, warm way. In a way that made my cheeks redden-”

“That we can see” Changbin pointed out, as Han’s cheeks were visibly getting redder with every mention of your name.

“Either way, I’m not sure what I feel-” Han sighs.

“Love” Chan simply answers, shrugging his shoulders, making Han’s eyes widen. “C’mon, mate, you’re a producer and song-writer. Or that’s what you claim to be doing with your life.” He continues, making Changbin approve. “Give me one good reason for you to not consider love as an option.” He challenged Han.

“Well…” He started, but his mind already agreed with every word Chan said. That's when it clicked. The way he found himself thinking of you during his late nights of being awake, wondering how you are. The way he usually thought about you and your comforting words while writing songs. The way all his songs became more related to love. The way he woke up that night with you snuggling into his chest. All of these things made him realize that maybe he actually felt something stronger than he thought at first. All of these things made him wonder whether you’d feel the same or not. Whether things would be the same or even more, if he would have opened up some time ago. Maybe you'd like him too. Maybe you like him, right now, in this universe, not in a world of “What if…”s.

It started with small gestures. It started with little conversations, remembering insignificant things about you, adding your favorite songs into his oh-so-special playlist, hanging out only the two of you or even touching each other’s hands, waist or knees. Then it got to something more, such as small compliments that made you blush. Those hang outs became regular, they became a Han-Y/N thing to do. You haven't realized, at first, but slowly, Han Jisung wasn’t only a friend, he started becoming something more. He became the person you trusted the most, the person who occupied your thoughts most of the time, the person who made you laugh the most and the person who got you. You found out that he didn't have an easy childhood either, that he was also pressured by his family and the criticism he received gave him bad ideas about himself. You found out that everything he wrote for his songs were emotions he felt, emotions that you could relate to as well. You also found out that you were one of the few people he let listen to his music before editing it. He found out about your past and about your fear of not being good enough. He found out that whenever you felt a strong emotion, you’d draw something that reminded you of the emotion you felt at that moment.

Actually, the actual time you realized you were in love with Han was when you felt giddy and excited about life, you drew Han. Without even thinking about him, directly, you drew him. That day, you stood in front of your drawing, listening to your special-made playlist. You thought about him, about the guy who made you feel that you were someone special, someone who deserved to love and be loved.

“Y/N, wait!” Han’s voice was heard behind you, in the silence of the night. You stuck out your tongue as you continued to run, wanting to be the first one at Han and your special place.

Even though it was already freezing and both of you still had courses the next morning, nothing could stop you both from meeting up with a hot chocolate in your hands, admiring the stars from the nearby park.

You look behind and see Han finally arriving, his breathing unsteady from the amount of times he yelled at you and ran at the same time. His cheeks and nose are red, making you smile in adoration of him. He took a seat next to you, handing you one of his airpods and the hot chocolate he bought you. The playlist that once was his, now became your shared one, full of his and your favorite songs.

“We both like apple cider, But your hair be smelling like fruit punch, And I don't even like you that much, Wait, I do, fuck”

This song reminded you of Han, of your situationship and of your feelings. About how-

“Y/N..?” He says, a little above a whisper. You hum in response, turning your head into his direction only to find his boba eyes already looking at you. “I… like your hair.” He said, looking in your eyes as he moved a strand of hair behind your ear. “And… is that the jumper I like?” He smiled slightly as his eyes flickered on the jumper you always knew he adored seeing on you. “I… love talking to you, you know that?” He chuckles as he shifts a little bit closer to you. “And holding your hand is… always making me nervous and giddy and… fuck” He says, his fingers fidgeting.

“And even if we're just friends, We could be more than that”

“And…” He says, finally taking a big breath. “I know you probably only see me as a friend, but I can't picture myself without you and…” his eyes are teary, the emotion within him making him vulnerable only for you to see under the moonlight. “And what I’m trying to say is that I want us to be more than that!” He blurts out, staining his pretty cheeks with tears. So you move closer and put and wipe his tears, locking eyes with him.

“Me too, you pretty and emotional boy.” You say, tears flooding your vision and you immediately go into a kiss. A kiss that tasted as an apple cider, bringing your memories back. The ones back when you didn’t even talk to each other to the ones that happened a few seconds ago. The ones that you put into a special room in your heart, preparing to keep them there for the rest of your lives.

Maybe soulmates do exist. Afterall, you have Han, the guy who understood you the most, sometimes even more than you ever thought you knew yourself. The guy who made you feel safe and loved. He made your doubts go away and now you think- No, you're sure, he is your soulmate. Any "Maybe" that there once was, now is gone and turned into reality.

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thefirstknife · 1 year

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This question just randomly popped up in my mind, do Ana Brays face markings mean anything? If they do, would you please tell me?

Also would you please, give some interesting facts about Ana Bray? Or any lore including the involvement of Ana Bray?

Thank you!

Nothing in particular on her face markings, as far as I'm aware. We know that she didn't have them before becoming a Guardian, which means she put them on at some point after being rezed.

Her comic (part 3) also further specifies by showing her without the markings during Twilight Gap:

But the next time we see her in the same comic, when she's hiding after faking her death, she has them:

Possibly something to help her hide her identity? She also changed her hair style in the meantime. But we don't really know if they have any additional meaning.

One of my favourite Ana Bray facts was the stuff she was doing before she became a Guardian. I love her talking about her profession:

You can lead a machine to language, but you can't make it think. Well, you can't. But I can. My name is Ana Bray. If you want to insult me, call me a neurolinguist.

Not that it isn't a fine and noble profession, but neurolinguistics is about encoding language. I'm a psycholinguist. I study how language can lead to independent thought.

People don't really see her as a scholar and I've even seen people saying she's not smart, but she is absolutely incredibly smart and educated. Her profession is what led her to teaching Rasputin everything she did, in an effort to teach him not just how to speak, but essentially how to feel and think independently by using language as a base.

These are some older lore tabs that were recently reinforced with some extra details in Season of the Seraph. It's a fascinating read into Ana's expertise and thinking and her work that I've rarely, if ever, seen people mention. I linked the first bit up there, the rest in order: 2, 3, 4 and 5. Favourite part:

Military history, he's been fed by the truckload. But then I started in with operas and symphonies. I don't want him just to think about things.

Humans don't communicate strictly through data. We also communicate through art, through expression. If Rasputin is to be the most effective communications device in the Sol system, I want him to feel things.

Ana was incredible as a scientist and once you know how smart and innovative she is, you can kinda see why she always wanted to return to that passion and learn more about her pre-Guardian life. She even says it in the same comic I linked above:

At Twilight Gap, that Fallen gave me the opening I needed to let the world believe Guardian Ana Bray was dead, so that Doctor Anastasia Bray could finally do what needed to be done.

Another interesting and peculiar less known fact is that Ana was very likely a member of the Future War Cult. I kept seeing that being said, but couldn't figure out where it came from so I went to do a little research. Now for start, Future War Cult wasn't all just bad stuff we remember from Splicer; they were founded by Maya Sundaresh herself and have long lasting ties to Golden Age science and experiments. It might be that Ana joined or cooperated with FWC with that connection to the Golden Age in mind; Ana always knew who she used to be and always wanted to learn more about it. FWC could've been an early attempt to find out.

Back in Destiny 1, there was a mission that had Lakshmi sending you to Twilight Gap as part of the quest to get the exotic No Time To Explain. The quest involved a lot of different missions and included artifacts from Praedyth and Pujari, but also Ana Bray; they were artifacts manipulated by the Vex and time, with links to death. The artifact found at Twilight Gap was Ana's bracelet:

Upon returning to Lakshmi with it, she says:

Interesting! She is not only familiar with this, but she also says that the FWC inner circle will be grateful that the artifact has been "returned," sort of implying that it has been there before, with Ana. I wouldn't say it conclusively proves that Ana was a member, as the FWC may have been interested in the artifact purely for research purposes; the quest itself delves into researching artifacts that were pulled from time; Ana's bracelet may have been pulled because of the connection to No Time To Explain and Elsie. It's an interesting quest, if anyone wants to see it in its entirety, link to the only full playlist I could find is here.

Either way, it's a neat little tidbit from the past. I can definitely see Ana exploring FWC for potential links to not just her personal past, but also for the Golden Age in general.

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Maybe that question was somewhere already, but, how your selfinsert and eggman met? What was the first Impression on each other?

Btw i ship you two because i can name no one who would understand him better than you! :D and im always happy to see you on my dash.

Omg thank you so much, it really means a lot to me that you think so, that's a huge compliment with the effort I put into understanding his character and it makes me so happy that you ship us! I'm glad you enjoy my posts and I hope I can continue to deliver 😊💜

I have a lot of different first meeting scenarios that I like to daydream up and write, so I have multiple first encounter ideas of different times and ways it takes place (like depending around/during what game's events I imagine it taking place for example) so I don't set a single solid timeline or plot in stone overall. All the what ifs are endlessly fun to explore!

But there's always the same basis at least which I've talked about a bit throughout my blog but it's been a while and it could've been told better, so I'll happily share again. I like to make my s/i as accurate to me as possible, so I base it on how I came to love him in real life, biggest difference is I'm in the universe the beautiful man exists in for real!

So here we go:

I lived in a small place with a simple life that I found boring and eventful, I longed for adventure and to see more of the world but didn't have the means nor the confidence to get out there if I could. So instead I'd learn about the outside world, admire it from afar, dream of a more exciting life and just hope that it would somehow come one day.

When I was old enough to understand, I'd hear stories about Eggman and his past crimes and the latest news through my desire to learn about the world. But for as long as I'd been alive, he hadn't targeted the place I lived because it was small and insignificant, and it hadn't been caught in the crosshairs of him targeting anywhere nearby either.

But the things I heard from others with experiences before I was born and stuff he was still doing in the present and how common he was in the news caught my interest. I started keeping track and learning of his terrible crimes and atrocities in the past. I knew I should be horrified and disturbed but instead I was moreso curious and fascinated.

The way he'd seemed to have been everywhere and done everything and made such an impact on the world, as negative as it was, was impressive to me. He was the exact opposite of myself living in the middle of nowhere, never doing anything that interesting in my life, and nobody ever knowing who I was and being an outcast and it pulled me in.

I started collecting news coverage that existed and closely following all new stuff. My favorites were photos and footage, whether photos of him during his schemes or videos from when he'd broadcast himself onto devices while making threats or just to mess with people- which isn't something he'd done on a global scale since I'd been alive.

When exactly this took place and what it specifically entailed varies in my multiple concepts but at some point, I do finally get to see him on TV live when he hijacks it! I know I should be scared, it certainly is startling to see him suddenly pop up, make demands and threats, and talk about a world under his control. I know it's very bad and dangerous.

But I couldn't help but be excited to finally get to see him live and finally feel like a part of what's happening to the rest of the world too after years of just hearing about it! While I don't fully acknowledge and admit it to myself, my heart isn't just racing from fear, it's uncontrollable excitement too and I'm mesmerized watching him do his thing.

There are things I can't help but find fascinating and impressive, admirable even. Such as his theatrics, confidence, and crazy desires. Even though he was terrible, dangerous, egotistical, and greedy with it, he did it in such a unique and fun way. He was entertaining to watch and everything he was capable of was as impressive and exciting as scary.

His determination to keep trying and following his dreams and his enjoyment in his terrible crimes shows passionate devotion. The way he builds robots with awesome crazy designs and theme parks, carnivals, circuses, casinos, etc is so fun and cool despite how malicious it is. It's charming how he'll be himself and follow his dreams no matter what!

While I don't admit it to myself, I find him very handsome too. I subconsciously have a big crush on him and I'm admiring him more by the days. I know he's bad all along but he's so charming and entertaining about it, I can't help but be hooked and he makes me feel dizzy! He lives such a crazy, fun, eventful life and I wish I had that too.

Eventually after the broadcast hijacking, Eggman visits multiple locations and deploys his robots to scour areas for useful resources. I live in a place with lots of land and woodland in universe too and I go there a lot for walks and to just wander around and think and dream of traveling the world far beyond this, since I don't have much else to do.

When walking through the woods I hear the sound of a motor and mechanical noises. I peer through trees and bushes and see a Motobug driving along the grass! It's looking for animals and trying to round them up for Eggman to use because he needs a very big army for his new plan. I'm so delighted to finally see some of his tech in person!

Despite the danger, I get as close as I can for a better look and admire how well designed, creative, and fun it is, and how well made it is with such high quality. It's clear that he's very smart and imaginative and I see it for that instead of just "stupid silly toys" like others do. It's cute for a dangerous killing machine and that's part of the charm to me!

I enjoy it a lot for it being the closest I've ever gotten to him a sense, as it's something that he's created and I've finally been lucky enough to see it in person. And after getting to witness him on TV live too, dreams of mine are coming true. I'm finally a part of something he's doing and it's bringing so much more excitement to my life!

And knowing how unpredictable he is, one can never know what he might do next! And that's thrilling to me, though I should be afraid with the terrible things he's capable of, I'm instead always eager to find out because this is huge, finally being one of the locations on his radar for the first time since I've been alive. I finally get to experience it!

I'm very pleased with that encounter with a robot of his. I don't report it even though I should, I just let it go and do its thing. Nobody else finds out his robots were scouring the area to report on it and I like keeping the secret, knowing something about Eggman the rest of the public doesn't. And I didn't want them ruining it before it's truly began.

At a later date, news breaks that Eggman is attacking the city that I live just on the outskirts of and I'm in disbelief! Before I can even properly hear all the details of the report, for the first time I don't wait to hear every precious detail like I usually do and instead rush out because it could be a once in a lifetime thing and I can't miss this!

I don't even worry about the danger nor not having confidence to go out when there's probably a lot of people despite usually being uncomfortable, I just need to get there and see what's happening, that's all that matters to me. I manage to approach the scene as closely as possible while still keeping distance from the danger and heart of the chaos.

I climb a building and hide behind a tower on the roof and can see there's fire and shooting and explosions in the distance as robots are attacking, the action is gripping and gets my adrenaline up. But what makes my heart race faster is when I hear something in the sky and look up to see the man himself in his Egg Mobile watching it all!

I barely get to see much of his face as his back is to me watching it from a distance himself too, but closer than I am. But I can see enough of him to see that he has a big smile on his face, looking very smug and laughing. Just that and the fact that he's really here has my jaw drop in awe and then smile uncontrollably at his infectious joy!

After standing there watching, I don't expect him to look over his shoulder, he must've been looking for the best area of escape when he was done and he looked into my direction! He actually sees me and just as he notices and perks up in curiosity to why I'm there on my own, I run. He puts it down to me being scared and I didn't look to be enemy forces coming to stop him in my casual wear.

That moment was so small and brief but it stuck with me for weeks after. I keep replaying the sight of him admiring his robots wreaking havoc and the sound of his laughter. It was deeply precious to me to finally get to see him in person and be so close to him, albeit still many feet away but we were really there together in the same place!

I start to imagine how things could've gone differently if I'd stayed. Would he have questioned me? Would he have attacked thinking I was going to try to stop/report him or just for fun and to make sure nobody goes unscathed? I would've found all of those potential scenarios cool! But unfortunately I ran because I felt I had to. Still, I treasure it.

For a while I think that's the last of being lucky enough to get to catch. I mean getting witness a broadcast hijacking, then seeing a robot in person, then the man himself? That's way too much luck! I'm appreciative of what I got to see and will treasure it forever. Things seem quiet for a while after all the chaos and it looks like he's done with the place.

It's been a while since I last went to that certain woodland area for a walk and decide to go again and at night because it's been hot and because I'd like late night peace and privacy in my quiet place. Part of me hopes to see a robot or something even though it's unlikely they'd still be around when he's seemingly done with his work here.

I'm walking, listening to music, entertaining myself with my thoughts to avoid disappointing myself and- suddenly I bump into something and fall back. Never in million years would I ever expect to look up and see none other than Eggman! My glasses fell off when I fell and when I put them on and see him clearly, I still can't believe it!

We both didn't notice each other in the dark, with me looking down and Eggman's shaded glasses making it even harder to see in it. He squints and looks down at me through the darkness and teasingly says "What are you doing out here this late, little boy?" He has a playful approach and smirks because I look stunned and he's amused.

He thinks I might be scared but I'm actually just frozen in awe that he's really right there in the flesh in front of me. I finally pull myself up but still feel stuck in place, unsure of whether I should run or not. I also don't know how to answer his question and just manage to mumble that I was out walking and my breaths sound shaky.

He strokes his chin in wonder with a "hmm". Something about me is familiar. It quickly clicks with him as he connects the dots, not only did he catch me watching during his attack on the city, he also saw me in a Motobug camera when reviewing the footage to see if it saw good land to build on and that's how he knew this was a good place for it.

He points this out to me and says we finally meet at last, then asks if there's any reason he keeps seeing me around. I don't want him to get the wrong idea and think I was trying to spy on him and gather information to try to stop him so despite the shyness, blush in my cheeks, and small smile, I say I'm a big fan and have admired from afar for a while.

He's smart enough to still be wary in case it is a trick but at the same time he can't help but smile at that as he says "I'm pleased that you recognize my brilliance." His confidence and happiness from the ego boost he gets from that is precious to me. There's a funny warm feeling in my chest seeing the pleased grin that slightly tugs at his cheeks.

He's just as handsome in person as the videos and pictures. He has a gleaming white smile, cute big pink nose, and big magnificent fluffy mustache with soft round cheeks hidden behind it. He's so big and tall with his big round belly that looks soft and cuddly, big bear paw sized hands and feet, and long sleek legs. He looks like a big bear of these woods!

He looks stunning and I can't help but admire it. Eggman can certainly tell that my admiration is genuine by the way I look at him as I get lost in his beauty and don't realize how obviously I'm gawking. And there's no way I would've known of the hidden camera in the Motobug but I looked so happy and fascinated while trying to get close to it to admire it.

He can't let me roam around after all that I've seen in the past few encounters of him and his creations. Sure I didn't report it before but he'd rather assure the chances of it happening are zero. So he asks me to come back with him and says that if I enjoy his work so much then I should come serve him. I can't believe my ears and accept immediately!

He's surprised that it was that easy and is used to having to make demands and threats, so he's happy to see such enthusiasm. While I know I should be afraid to go away with such a dangerous infamous man, it would be a dream come true! I'm instantly ready to go away with him and don't need any prep. I get in his Egg Mobile and away we go.

The idea is that I stay with him while he works on the land by the woods that he took an interest in after seeing it in the Motobug footage. It's a good place to find animals for his robots and build a new base as it would be well hidden. I'm useful to keep around because I know when people are unlikely to be around to potentially stumble upon the site.

His first impression of me is that I'm a funny fan of his and that my admiration is pathetically cute and most importantly useful and ego stroking. He finds my eagerness to help him, keep him safe, and make sure he doesn't get caught very valuable for him, and how I become a servant in happily bringing him things he needs whenever he asks.

My feelings on him don't just remain the same as when when I first started to take an interest in him, they get stronger. Getting to know him for real and finding he really is as charming and admirable as I saw him is a delight. And it gets harder for me to escape the fact that I find him very attractive for his strong personality and beauty.

He still keeps a lot of secrets from me he can't have me knowing just in case but getting to learn anything and seeing around his base and his creations is a great joy. Especially when the man himself is proudly showing them off to me. He likes how I share multiple of his interests, love to listen to him talk, and gush over it and praise it all highly.

Eggman was ready to entertain any delusions that made me a fan but is pleased when he finds I know exactly who he is, what he wants, and how terrible he is but specifically admire and support it. I love him as he is, want him to succeed in his selfish goals, and get everything he wants. It feels good to be understood and loved for the real him.

My loyalty and enthusiasm making me useful to him and boosting his ego makes him consider keeping me around for longer, after he was initially planning on letting me go eventually. It would also be best to make sure I never have the chance to tell anyone else about him after going to know him on this level. And I don't want to leave anyway!

I have to keep proving my worth so he knows he made the right choice and that my admiration is real for sure and not just a really convincing agent, though there's no way it could be faked to this degree. Despite his caution we get along well and get closer and he's more certain and likes having me around to serve him and stroke his ego.

Things progress from there and I start faller for him harder and he enjoys having me as his assistant and servant more over time. It eventually leads to point where we first become intimate, when he takes the last step in assuring that I'm definitely not an agent and 100% real in my love for him- by asking for me to kiss him hehe 🥰💜

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