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Hogwarts Overexposed Chapter 9: Death Times Two

Wow, it´s already been two years since the last time I sporked this fic. I had hoped that a friend would make some art for the highligt of the Saga - which is in this chapter - but for various reasons she wasnt able to do it.

Anyways, we are now back.

The last time we left off, the Sues were still locked up, and Emma Wrong succeeded in resurrecting Salazar Slytherin - who I picture to look and talk like Tommy Wiseau, because funny.

The voice didn’t seem to come from any particular direction, but instead had the sensation that it was emanating from everywhere in the dungeon at once. Then, as everyone watched tensely, the thick steam that filled the room slowly drew together and began to take form; a human form, but not really human, more ghost-like.

“I asked, who dared to wake me?” bellowed the ghostly representation of Salazar Slytherin.

“I did, Greatest of the Hogwarts Four,” Emma Wrong answered anxiously.

“And who are you, woman, to wake me, the supreme wizard of all time, from death?” Slytherin roared.

“I am Emma Wrong, Minister of Magic,” she answered, her voice quaking, “and future monarch of the magical world. My loyal followers refer to me as the Great One.”

I doubt that calling yourself "The Great One" wouldnt really look good while you present yourself to a powerful, recently resurrected Dark Lord.

“THE GREAT ONE!” Slytherin screamed. “You have the audacity to refer to yourself as such?”

Told you so.

Slytherin glanced around the dungeon; first observing Wrong’s cowering followers and then the variety of torture apparatus. His eyes finally came to rest on Jamie and the young innocents chained to the wall.

“What year is it?” he questioned. “Has the world become so depraved that it is now common practice to torture naked, defenseless children?”

Like I said in previous chapters, it would have been a way more interesting twist if Salazar Slytherin would have been disgusted by Wrongs actions and not wanting to impose terror o the wizarding world etc.

“It is the year two thousand and five,” Emma responded. “These are not just any children, but rather the innocents whose blood was needed to make your return happen as prophesied.”

“Prophecy? Slytherin questioned. “What prophecy?”

Damien hurriedly produced a copy of the foretelling which he handed to The Great One. Emma in turn held the document out toward Slytherin, not even sure if this ghostly being had the ability to grasp objects.

LOL

A chill filtered through Wrong’s body as Slytherin reached out and removed the rolled parchment from her hand. The room was silent as he scrutinized the document.

Anyway, the prophecy is recited once again. Neil really loves to copy and paste things we all already know.

Slytherin seemed to read and reread the Prophecy several times before he again studied his surroundings, his eyes once more coming to rest on the innocents. “Which of you is my heir?” he queried.

Yeah, the sight of Ghost!Slytherin having to pause several times while reading this is actually funny.

His question was answered by silence.

“Which is my heir!?” he shouted irritably, staring at Emma Wrong.

“The toddler,” she responded, gesturing in Timmy’s direction.

“How dare you treat my heir in such a debasing way!?” Slytherin hollered. “Release the child from those confinements at once.”

“But he and the others must be killed by you in order for you to be returned to your body,” Emma protested.

Yeah, I don´t think this is Emma Wrongs day.

“I gave an order,” Slytherin roared. “I expect my instructions to be carried out immediately. Release that child!”

“Perhaps you forgot who is in charge here,” Emma Wrong suggested. “I am the Great One. It is I who has awakened you from the dead. You will be following my orders and helping me to achieve the greatness I so richly deserve.”

“You are a whimpering, weak, foolish bitch!” Slytherin roared. “I follow no one’s orders, but I will, with pleasure, give you what you richly deserve.”

Slytherin raised his right arm and pointed his hand at The Great One. Without even saying the words, a blast of green light blazed from his finger tips and illuminated the entire room. When the light diminished, Emma Wrong was lying on the cold stone floor of the dungeon. She was dead.

Yeah, and this is the end of Emma Wrong, the Minister of Magic who secretly ran a series of terrorism, abductions, nipple eating and torture, all happening while our main characters were busy living out soap opera scenarios.

As Jamie, Emily and Caitlin observed the scene horror-struck, Wrong’s underlings fell to their knees.

Damien was the first to break the silence. “If it pleases you, Lord Slytherin, I will release your heir from his bindings.”

“That would please me,” Slytherin said, nodding his head.

And Slytherin was pleeeeeeeeased

Jamie watched as Damien approached Timmy, but then her eyes were drawn back to the body of Emma Wrong. Wrong was an evil woman; she was responsible for the deaths of hundreds of innocent people and yet somehow it just didn’t seem right that anyone’s life should end so abruptly, so coldly with no forewarning. A few minutes ago she was the Minister of Magic, respected by the Wizarding World. In her alter ego she was The Great One, feared and loathed. Now with just the wave of a hand, she was nothing but a dead, soulless shell.

It´s already been called out by other sporkers that Emma Wrong was already a soulless shell while she was still alive, especially considering that WE NEVER GOT A SINGLE DESCRIPTION OF WHAT SHE LOOKED LIKE.

We never got that many moments of her as the Minister - it was only for 3 scenes, all of whom were in the first fic - the first time when she arrives at Hogwarts to give a talk about the new Death Eater menace, the second time is her appearing at the Yule Ball after Hermiones abduction, and the third time is her and Damien at the wedding reception, the scene that was supposed to be The Big RevealTM that she was The Great One all along.

Special mention goes to a brief mention in the second fic where she is spotted by Hermione during the custody trial surrounding Timmy.

All the other scenes where she appeared during the second fic and here - until her demise - was just her being the generic moustache twirling villain.

It also doesnt make any sense that Jamie Sue feels sorry for her in the "she was still a human" way because we never actually got to know her beyond that Great One shtik.

Also, one of the reasons why I always pictured her to look like Jeanine Matthews in the Divergent series is because Jeanine Matthews and Emma Wrong both were generic villains with the personality and backstory of a cardboard, and Jeanine Matthews was also quickly forgotten about after being killed and no further explanations or backstories were ever given about her.

Here I should mention that in a few chapters Emma Wrong will be mentioned in a off hand remark where it will be totally forgotten that she was The Great One.

Slytherin gave what almost appeared to be a smile. “Is the baby, the heir of Gryffindor?” he questioned.

Jamie nodded her head apprehensively.

“They shall be returned to their parents,” Slytherin said. “Gryffindor was a noble man. Although we died as enemies, he was once my friend. His lineage deserves to live on.”

How noble.

“Begging your pardon, my Lord,” Hooch interrupted. “She,” Hooch indicated Wrong’s body, LOL “told us that the innocents must all die by your hand for you to return to human form.”

“She was a fool,” Slytherin responded. “She could not even properly interpret a Prophecy.

Oh well. Anyway, Slytherin then explains the rest of the prophecy and then....

“Why would I, the great Lord Slytherin, after being returned from a sleep of over a thousand years, want to walk the earth as a mere mortal man when the Prophecy gives me the occasion to be so much more? I can be immortal and invincible if joined with evil."

Who actually thinks of themselves as evil?

“But you just killed her,” Damien said in a meek voice.

“She was not the personification of evil,” Slytherin said with the hint of a laugh. “She was but a warped and frustrated old hag.” He looked knowingly at Damien. “You, my servant, are the embodiment of pure evil. When you and I are joined, no one will be able to conquer us.”

Damien stared uneasily at the ghostlike figure of Salazar Slytherin. What exactly did he mean by joined? Were they to be some sort of partners in crime, or did he intend to live as a parasite off his body as Voldemort had done with Professor Quirrell?

“Excuse me, your ghostliness,” LOL Emily said. “You said my brother and Timmy would be set free. What about my sisters and I?”

Salazar did not answer, nor did he seem angry at being referred to as his ghostliness. Instead he walked, more floated, over to Emily and placed his hand on her forehead. Emily experienced a pain similar to the brain freeze one gets when eating ice cream too fast.

“You are the Seer,” he said in what gave the impression of being a sad tone. “You’re also in Slytherin house.”

Emily nodded her head.

Then he approached Caitlin and likewise placed his ghostlike hand on her head. “The Healer,” he said. “Not just a healer, but an extremely powerful one, and with telepathic powers no less.” He placed his hand on his chin and shook his head sadly before moving on to Jamie.

Again, why didnt Caitlin use her speshul Sue powers to make any of their captors heads explode?

When he reached her, he paused slightly to glance at Timmy and Ben, and then found himself staring thoughtfully at Jamie. “Forgive me,” he said placing his hand on her forehead. “It has been an extremely long time since I have seen a nude female and you are an extraordinarily beautiful young woman.”

Because even Salazar Slytherin is a perv who needs to gush over the beauty of the Main Sue.

“You’re the Spirit Bright,” he said disappointedly, removing his hand from Jamie’s head and walking away from the girls.

“You are all strong, brilliant, talented witches,” Slytherin declared. “I would prefer to allow you to continue to live and serve me, but unfortunately you are all mentioned as members of the conspiracy that could ultimately cause my defeat.

How inconvenient.

“Therefore, I regret that you must die, but your deaths will not come at my hands,” he said looking at Madame Hooch. “Will you please clean up here?”

Hooch’s eyes lit up as if Christmas had come early. “It will be my pleasure, Great Master.”

I already mentioned this previously, but my G-d, Hogwarts Exposed has truly destroyed Madam Hooch for me - all I ever think about when I read that name is the scene from the first fic where she attacks Hermione an bites off her nipple.

“Now it is time we were joined,” Slytherin’s sprit said as he considered an extremely tense Damien. “I would much prefer my own body, but it is critical that the Prophecy be followed unerringly.”

“Come and stand by me,” he ordered the trembling Damien. “It will be quick and will not hurt. Your spirit and memories will not be destroyed, but rather will be overwhelmed by mine. Through you, I will learn of this new world I have been plunged into. Together your body and my mind will eventually rule this world.”

Damien moved to within touching distance of Slytherin and then waited fearfully for further directions.

“Exhale completely,” Slytherin instructed. “Make every effort to remove all the air from your lungs. Once your lungs are empty, breathe in deeply, through your mouth, trying to admit as much fresh air as possible.”

Crabbe and Goyle watched with foreboding; neither of the bulky followers had the mettle to move or speak. Damien exhaled totally as he had been instructed. It was when he inhaled that it came to pass. The vapor like form of Salazar Slytherin first tapered and then was sucked into Damien’s body as if it were a beverage being drunk through a straw. The final effect was, to a certain extent, the opposite of the Dementor’s kiss. Instead of Damien’s soul being sucked from his body, Slytherin’s spirit was added. What was Damien continued to exist, but was overwhelmed by the spirit of Salazar Slytherin.

Despite all that description and the detail at the end, we never actually see Damien again for the rest of the fic.

From then on, it´s just Salazar Slytherin, no one else.

I guess it´s just Neil forgetting about Damiens existence.

For a short time, there was complete silence, as if Slytherin’s spirit was settling in and becoming adjusted to his new accommodations. Then he spoke, but in his own deep penetrating voice, which was nothing like that of the nerdish Damien. “This body is greatly inferior to my own,” Slytherin muttered disgustedly, “but the mind is beautiful, full of such evil thoughts. The Prophecy was correct. Our union will be unbreakable and our power unmatched.”

Something, however, seemed to be confusing Slytherin as he absorbed all of Damien’s thoughts and memories. “What is a Hermione?” he finally asked to anyone in general. “This mind seems obsessed with the subject.”

Of course.

“She was once a captive here,” Hooch explained. “I believe Damien became rather infatuated with her.”

“Apparently so,” Slytherin said. “I must meet this woman some day, but for now there are more important things to do. Until I establish a loyal following, it is best my return remain a secret. You two,” he indicated Crabbe and Goyle “shall accompany me to my secret chamber. I want you to tell me all you know about the individuals that supported this ‘He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’ person. These Death Eaters sound like people who would show me allegiance.”

I love how half of Salazars dialogue so far sounds like a clichee-filled parody.

Salazar moved to the shelf containing many of Damien’s torture devices. He removed the thumbscrews and held them in his hand as he muttered, “Portus.” The device glowed blue and seemed to flutter momentarily in Salazar’s hand, then became still. He flung the gadget to Hooch.

“That is a Portkey. It will bring you, but only you, to my side when you have finished here. Be quick about disposing of the young witches, I sense that a rescue effort is nearing.”

I don´t think this portkey will become relevant later on - especially considering the fact that although Salazar Slytherin now is the Main Villain, more screentime will be given to the other villain of this fic, a very dated caricature of a camp gay.

“What about the boys?” Hooch asked.

“Do not hurt them. They can cause me no harm,” he declared. “Leave them for their parents to find, they will be here soon.” With a wave of his arm, Slytherin along with Crabbe and Goyle disappeared.

* * * * * *

Cut for a scene of Hermione and the others flying, and Hermione has established a weak link of contact with Caitlin.

Caitlin and Emily watched nervously as Hooch hustled about the dungeon making preparations. Neither of the girls had ever seen the witch look so happy, yet so frightening at the same time.

Hooch only paused shortly to twirl her moustache.

Jamie had just finished nursing Ben and was now giving nourishment to Timmy, their captors having not fed any of them since breakfast. This description makes it sounds like theyre not held captive in a setting like this. Because of Timmy, Jamie didn’t speak, but both Emily and Caitlin could read the expression on her face.

“Jamie doesn’t think they’ll get here in time,” Emily said despondently. “Neither do I.”

“We can’t give up hope,” Caitlin said encouragingly. But the words were barely out of her mouth when Hooch approached her.

“The Great Lord Slytherin told me to be swift, but it is difficult to hurriedly extricate revenge that I have waited so long to realize. My only regret is that I won’t be present to actually witness the demise of two of you.

“My lovely Caitlin,” Hooch said nastily. “I imagine you expect me to torture you unmercifully. Admittedly, it would give me great pleasure to turn you into a human shish kebab, but it will give me even more pleasure to know that you have died at the hands of your rescuers.”

And again, I need to ask this:

Why Madam Hooch, of all people? Why did Neil decide to use a canon character for this role, rather than making up his own for this, like a new teacher who started teaching at Hogwarts the same year Hermione started teaching?

Some sporkers and commenters on their blogs have theorised that he simply wanted to use a female canon character, but didnt want to use someone like McGonnagle.

Either way, the use of Madam Hooch as a villain is just so utterly bizarre and so funny at the same time.

“Do you see that crossbow?” Hooch asked sadistically. “It is aimed directly for your heart and the arrow it holds has been soaked in a deadly poison. Can you imagine Hermione’s grief when the opening of the dungeon door sets it off? I can only hope that she will be the one to actually open the door.”

Madam Hooch really seems pissed over the fact that Hermione rejected her and didnt like that she bit off one of her nipples.

“But that is only the beginning,” Hooch cackled, as she twirled her moustache. “In your hand you will be holding the rope that will suspend Jamie Zacherley above the Pyramid of Death. When the arrow pierces your heart, your hand will go limp and Miss Zacherley will become four nicely separated pieces.”

This doesnt make any sense....

“What about me?” Emily inquired, not actually knowing what possessed her to ask such a question.

Neil hasnt given his Authors pet anything to say for a while now.

“You, my dear, are what they refer to as a warm up act,” Hooch laughed. “That is why I haven’t secured your sister in her harness yet, nor suspended her above the pyramid. I want both her and Caitlin to have a good view as I first mutilate and then kill you. Their deaths will come so fast that they won’t get to suffer. Through you they can experience how brutal and horrible death can be. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA Have I already mentioned how eeevul I am?”

“I was hoping you didn’t intend to leave me out of all the fun,” Emily said bravely. Her words sounded plucky, but Emily was scared to death.

“You sound so spirited,” Hooch bellowed as she reached for the breast ripper. “We’ll see how brave you sound after I’ve reduced your tits to a proper size. And that’s only for openers. After that we’ll see how long you can survive the pear.”

Again: Why Madam Hooch?!

“Leave her alone,” Jamie pleaded, lying Timmy on the cold floor next to Ben. “She hasn’t done anything to harm you. If you must torture someone, torture me.”

"I`M SELFLESS, DAMMIT!"

“You don’t understand at all, do you?” Hooch cried. “You’re just like Granger. Torturing you wouldn’t have the desired affects. It hurts you more to have someone you love harmed than it does to be tortured yourself. Watch, you’ll soon understand what I mean.”

I love how overdramatic this sounds.

Emily closed her eyes as Hooch approached. She had never been so frightened or felt so helpless in her entire life.

Caitlin’s brain felt like it was about to explode. Strange, considering she has the power to make other peoples heads explode. Her head ached with agony. Normally when she used her healing or telepathic powers, she drifted into trance. Today she had struggled to maintain a contact with Hermione and at the same time remain focused on what was happening around her. "See? She´s not a Mary Sue, this here is one of her flaws!" She felt that if she tried to mentally stop Hooch from hurting Emily she would cause some sort of overload. What if she not only failed, but also passed out in the process? Then not only would Emily be killed, but she would lose contact with the rescuers. She looked desperately toward Jamie.

The Highlight of the entire Hogwarts Exposed Saga is coming up.

It is something that has been foreshadowed a couple of times since the end of the first fic, and it is one of the times where Neil didn´t suck at foreshadowing.

* * * * * *

“Harry, stop! The connection was strongest as we flew over that manor; it seems to be fading slightly now,” Hermione advised.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked in disbelief. “They can’t be there. That manor belongs to Emma Wrong, the Minister of Magic.”

....yet he had some suspicions about her back when Hermione was abducted.

This should confirm it, yet it isnt brought up again.

“All I know is that I felt the strongest link as we flew over that manor,” Hermione said emphatically. “The children are down there.”

“Wands at the ready,” Harry shouted, as he turned and headed for a landing.

“Potter, are you bloody crazy?” Draco called out. “Do you know who owns that manor?”

“I don’t give a damn who owns it; that’s where they’re being held prisoner.”

This makes it sound like he only suddenly wants to go down there because Draco opposes it.

* * * * * *

IT´S COMING

“Stop, don’t you touch her!” Jamie screamed.

But when Hooch turned to sneer at Jamie, instead of a naked girl, she found herself facing a beautiful pure white unicorn. Caitlin had witnessed the almost instant transformation. Jamie was not only now in her Animagus form, but she was also free, the aged leather on her ankle bindings having burst due to pressure of the transformation.

And now comes the following question:

Why didn´t she do this BEFORE Emma Wrong managed to resurrect Salazar Slytherin?

This is just like how Caitlin isnt using her hyperempath powers to save them like the now forgotten about incident in Ford Lauderdale.

Hooch dropped the breast ripper and reached for her wand as the unicorn, Jamie, lowered its head to charge.

“Avada Keda…” Hooch screamed. But before she could complete the curse, the unicorn’s horn had entered her chest and was protruding out of her back.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

This is one of the most funny things to ever come out of any non-parody badfic, and it´s so freudian.

It of course now goes further downhill from here.

And this also where I would have put some art depicting the scene - not even AI can do it properly.

* * * * * *

“Please don’t blast off the door,” Severus begged. “Remember who lives here.”

I doubt canon!Severus would have had any trouble doing this.

“It better ruddy well be unlocked then!” Ron hollered, “I’ve no intention of knocking and waiting for the bloody house elf to answer.”

"Look how British I am!"

Fortunately the door was unlocked and Ron held it open, allowing Harry and Hermione to rush inside first, but as soon as Hermione crossed the threshold, she staggered.

“Are you all right?” Harry asked concernedly. “Nothing has gone amiss has it?”

“No, but this is definitely the place,” Hermione panted, trying to catch her composure. “I’ve been here before. This is where I spent my missing week. It’s all coming back. Follow me! I know the way to the dungeon.”

Now I wonder if she´s then going to forget it all again once they leave the place again.

Hermione ran down the hall. The last time she had done so, she was naked and running the opposite direction in order to save her life. “Down those steps and at the end of the corridor,” she shouted to Ron and Draco, who had overtaken her and Harry.

Ron practically flew down the stairs with Draco right behind them. They were almost at the solid dungeon door before Harry and Hermione reached the bottom of the stairs.

Ron reached out to open the door. “No! Don’t open it!” Hermione screamed, feeling as if a part of her were about to die, as Ron’s hand touched the knob and started to turn it.

It´s been a while since we had some Ron-bashing.

In his eagerness to get to the children, Ron hadn’t heard her, but fortunately Draco had. He grasped Ron’s outstretched hand firmly and prevented him from opening the door. “It’s booby trapped,” he said to Ron, only releasing his grip when Ron acknowledged that he understood.

Yes, we get it, the Suethor hates Ron!

“Thank God,” Hermione sighed as she reached the door. “If we open that door, Caitlin is dead. I have to Apparate in.”

“You mean we,” Harry said firmly.

“You don’t know the layout of the dungeon, I do,” she said even more firmly. “I have to go alone. I’ll be okay. Trust me.”

Hermione didn’t wait for an answer; instead, with a soft pop, she was gone.

Just like an Elf.

Had Hooch or any other dark followers been alive in the dungeon, Harry would now be planning a funeral for his beloved wife. Hermione’s only concern upon Apparating was finding the crossbow and transfiguring its deadly arrow to something harmless.

Rather than just freeing Caitlin and the others.

Once Hermione moved the crossbow so that it no longer pointed at anyone, she gave the all clear for the others to open the door. As they entered, the crossbow was triggered and it’s arrow, now made out of feathers, floated harmlessly to the floor.

This is so dumb.

Cut for a heartfelt conversation between Hermione and Harry where she tells him what she went through, with very long copy paste from the first fic so Neil can make it filled.

“It’s good to be home and sleeping in a real bed again,” Caitlin said as she stretched and wiggled her toes in contentment.

“It’s good just to be alive,” Emily sighed. “I thought we were all as good as dead.”

They don´t really sound all that traumatised from being locked away in a dungeon for weeks and almost starving.

“Didn’t I tell you never to give up?” Caitlin queried. “We have something that will always give us an advantage over the supporters of evil. We have love.”

This is so stupid.

“Yeah we do,” Emily said, feeling extremely fortunate to have been adopted by the Potters after tragically losing her own parents. She cuddled closer to her sister. “Speaking of love, where is Jamie? Is she off doing the dirty deed with Alex?”

“She’s with Alex, but I doubt she’s in a shagging mood,” Caitlin said. “I think right now she just wants to be held. Did you get a good look at her after she transfigured back to herself?”

“Yeah! She looked awful. As evil as Hooch was and as much as the bitch deserved to die, I wish someone else could have done the actually killing. Jamie is just too much like her Animagus form, good and pure. I think she’s having an extremely hard time dealing with the reality that she killed someone.”

It would actually have been interesting if we have had the whole "impaling Hooch" moment from Jamies pov, as she was facing a teacher she has known since her first year who suddenly turned evil and had hurt two people she loved, and how hard it would be even to kill her, the lady who taught her to ride a broomstick and Quidditch, even in self defense and to save her sisters.

“That’s why I can never picture Jamie as an Auror,” Caitlin said. “She has all the other abilities to be great, but she lacks hatred. I know being an Auror doesn’t always involve killing, but there are times when there are no other alternatives. Today she almost waited too long before acting.”

Because Jamie Sue is so pure that she can´t hate. Well, aside from being clothed...

“Emily, are you cold?” Caitlin asked out of the blue. “Would you like me to get us another blanket?”

“I’m fine. What makes you think I’m cold?” Emily asked.

Cut for boring, and a mention goes to that Emily told Madam Pomfrey not to make her enlarged boobs too small, as she doesnt want them the size they were before.

NEIL YOU SICKO!

Cut for another scene of sex talk.

“Not to change the subject, but did you get to talk to Jamie at all this morning?” Harry asked.

“No, she spent the entire night with Alex in the Room of Requirement,” Hermione replied.

Harry gave a devilish grin. “Well, in that case, I imagine everything is all right.”

“No, it’s not,” Hermione said, giving Harry an angry look. “Alex contacted me this morning while you were in Severus’ office. Jamie cried all night. He just held her in his arms and tried to comfort her. She’s having a difficult time dealing with what she did.”

For once, we get someone acting accordingly with trauma.

“She had no choice! Hooch would have mutilated and killed Emily!” Harry said.

“She knows that. She also knows that she had no option but to kill her. That doesn’t make it any easier for her to accept. It’s going to take time, love and patience for her to get over this.”

“Perhaps she should reconsider training for a career as an Auror,” Harry suggested.

“That’s a decision Alex and her have to discuss and make together, but I tend to agree with you. She has the mind and physical ability for the job, but I don’t think she has the penchant.”

As Hermione and Harry talked, the owls arrived with the daily mail. As Hermione slipped a coin in the owl’s bag, Harry grabbed the newspaper and began to read the headline.

SELF-PROFESSED GREAT ONE KILLED. HEROIC MINISTER OF MAGIC OF MAGIC DIES DURING RESCUE OF INNOCENT CHILDREN The magical world may never know the full account of what transpired last evening, but we can once again rest at ease knowing that a dark force bent on world domination has been defeated. Sadly this defeat came at the needless loss of our beloved Minister of Magic, Emma Wrong.

This is going to be one of the last mentions of Emma Wrong for the entire series.

What we do know is that on Friday, August 19, 2005 a kidnapping apparently took place at the residence of Ronald and Samantha Weasley, Hogsmeade. Reported as missing were: Timothy Weasley, age four; Benjamin Potter, age two months; Emily Zacherley-Potter, age 12; Caitlin Potter, age 13 and Jamie Zacherley, age 17.

Caitlin should already be 14 now, considering that she´s 15 the next fic.

Though then again, NO ONE EVER HAS A BIRTHDAY HERE.

All Ministry attempts to quickly locate these children were stalled by the lack of cooperation from their parents. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, having evidently allowed their previous success against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named go to their heads; decided that professional assistance was not needed. The experienced staff of Aurors at the Ministry of Magic was informed that their help was not necessary or even desired.

Had the Aurors been fully involved from the onset, this matter would most likely have been solved in days and undoubtedly without the lamentable loss of Minister Wrong’s life.

When the rag tag team of self-proclaimed detectives finally located the missing children last evening, they discovered that our brave Minister had arrived on the scene before them. Aurors conducting an investigation feel that Minister Wrong died while dueling the Great One in order to save the children from certain death. The Great One has been identified as Madam Hooch, a former teacher at Hogwarts who served a brief sentence in Azkaban for a minor offense.

I didnt know sexual abuse was a minor offense....

The Vice Minister, who has assumed the position of Minister of Magic until such time as a special election is held, asks that the magical community not take out its anger over the death of our beloved Minister on Weasley, Granger or Potter. “We all make tragic mistakes at times during our lives,” Minister Percy Weasley said. “We must forgive their blunder, but at the same time resolve that we, as good citizens of the magical world, will not allow ourselves to be misdirected by imprudent people such as these.”

Hermione had been reading the article along with Harry. When finished, they both stared at each other, for a short time speechless.

“What the hell is that all about!?” Harry shouted more loudly than necessary.

The Suethor is trying to recicle the canon-plot with Fudge into this.

“I’ve heard of a newspaper screwing up details of an account, but that story was pure fabrication. Who told them that Hooch was the Great One? And there isn’t a word about Salazar Slytherin,” Hermione declared.

“Talk about losing your appetite,” Harry said, shaking his head in frustration. “I have to contact our new Minister and find out if he’s fallen off his trolley.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” Hermione asked.

“No!” Harry said. “My yelling would probably wake Ben. Besides you don’t like when I swear and I anticipate doing a lot of swearing.

* * * * * *

Anyway, Harry then confronts Percy:

“My daughters were not hallucinating,” Harry affirmed. “Jamie isn’t a child. She gave the same account.”

“I’ve been informed that Miss Zacherley was extremely delusional and distraught,” Percy added. “The first Aurors on the scene state that she was wondering around totally nude, covered with blood and mumbling something about committing murder. How can you possibly consider her a steadfast witness?”

“How do you explain the blood on her?” Harry snapped back. “Jamie is a unicorn Animagus. She gorged Hooch on her horn to prevent the bitch from torturing and mutilating Emily.”

“And after that, did the pink elephants do a dance?” Percy asked sarcastically.

This is so ridicculous and contrived, even for Neils standards.

Harry’s face turned red with anger. “I don’t care if you are the Minister of Magic, Percy. You’re still an arse. You always have been and you always will be. Bring your fucking, good for nothing arse here to Hogwarts and Jamie will demonstrate her abilities for you.”

“I don’t care if Zacherley can turn into all seven dwarfs simultaneously,” Percy said arrogantly. “You and your brood are not going to besmirch Emma Wrong’s good name. She was the only one that stood by me after the Fudge debacle. It’s because of her that I’m where I am today.”

“Now the truth comes out,” Harry bellowed. “You don’t care two Knuts about Wrong’s good name. Percy Weasley is all you’re concerned about. If the truth comes out about her being The Great One, her assistant won’t last a week as Minister of Magic.”

This is so stupid.

“She was not the Great One,” Percy screamed.

How am I supposed to take this serious?

“Then explain the dungeon and why the children were being held prisoner in her manor.”

Percy sighed. “It’s possible that Hooch might have had her under the Imperius Curse the last few weeks. We have no way of being sure.”

“Then Hooch must have been one hell of a witch,” Harry declared. “When Hermione entered the manor, the memories of her missing week returned to her. She was held captive in that very dungeon. If my memory is correct, Hooch was in Azkaban at that time. Was she controlling Wrong by owl?”

Percy then accuses Harry of starting a panic regarding Salazar Slytherins resurrection, this is all to show how Neil is retconning new canon from the time into his canon, while simultaneously still holding on to events from the fanfictions he had taken his original canon from.

Ron is ashamed of having Percy as a brother and thinks that the Order of the Phoenix should hold a meeting.

We are now approaching what most of the fic will be about:

When Emily entered the Great Hall for dinner, Kim at her side, she was surprised to find it decorated similar to how it had been at the Leaving Feast. The only difference was that instead of being decorated in just the winning House’s colors, it was decorated with banners of both Gryffindor and Slytherin Houses.

Why?

Emily had barely taken her seat when Professor Snape stood up at the staff table.

“Although we just enjoyed the Welcoming Feast a few days ago,” he said, looking around at them all, “I felt the occasion warranted another celebration.” He paused briefly.

“The occasion I refer to is, of course, the safe return of three of our number,” the Headmaster said. “I would like you all, please, to stand, and raise your glasses, to Jamie Zacherley, Emily Zacherley-Potter and Caitlin Potter.”

Ah, thats why.

The benches scraped as everyone in the Hall stood. Even Dick Bancroft reluctantly got to his feet; he did so more to avoid attracting attention to himself than to salute the girls.

Funny, considering he has the hots for Jamie.

Once everyone was again seated, Snape continued. “I’m sure many of you have read the account of what took place, printed in the Daily Prophet. Most of that article was a cock-and-bull story. It was laden with lies, misdirection and missing vital information. Sadly, the Ministry of Magic does not want you to know the truth. Possibly some of your parents will be angered by what I am about to tell you.”

Even Dumbledore was may more subtle when it came to him bashing the Ministry.

“I was there. I believe, as did my predecessor, that the truth is generally preferable to lies. The only truth in the Prophet piece of writing was that these three girls along with Benjamin Potter and Timothy Weasley were kidnapped. The help of Ministry Aurors was never refused; I myself contacted the Ministry and gave them every detail of the situation.

“What is truly disturbing is that the Ministry has chosen to alter facts and hide information from our world for political reasons. Minister Wrong did not die trying to save the kidnap victims. In reality it was at her instructions that the abductions took place. Minister Wrong was in fact, The Great One; the authorities were told this by four witnesses, yet the Ministry is trying to save face and claim that Madam Hooch was the mastermind behind all this terrorism.”

Snape looked from table to table before continuing. “But what is worse is that the Ministry has decided to stick its head in the sand like an ostrich and pretend that a most serious threat to our world does not exist. The innocents were kidnapped by Emma Wrong in order to fulfill a prophecy and restore Salazar Slytherin to life. She was successful; it was Salazar Slytherin, himself, who killed her.”

DUN DUNN DUUNNNNNNN

Students looked at their friends. Every face in the Hall appeared stunned and frightened.

“I fear we are all facing dark and difficult times, perhaps even worse than when Lord Voldemort was at his height of power,” This is never shown. Snape proclaimed. Without further word, he clapped his hands. In an instant, the hangings for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw joined those of Gryffindor and Slytherin.

“It is at times like these that we must forget our petty House differences and unite against a mutual enemy. As Albus Dumbledore once said, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.”

And now we get to the real biscuits:

“It is because of our need to unite and work together, that I have decided to forge ahead with our plans to compete against our American cousins.” Snape paused to take a drink of pumpkin juice. Just like Salazar needed to pause from reading the prophecy. “Teams from America competed against each other this summer to determine which school would represent the States against us. The winning team from The Salem Witches’ Institute will be arriving on Halloween. That evening, we will select our team”

Ah, back when many still thought that The Salem Witches´ Institute was a school until Rowling refuted that.

Also, this means that this fic will get American Sues!

Not to mention...isnt it interesting that Kim got a new love interest on the cruise who just happened to be American?

Randy leaned over and whispered to Matt. “The tournament is as good as won. Hogwarts can easily beat a team composed of only girls.”

Randy is a character who will be more forgotten about as the fic goes on.

“Is that so,” Caitlin flared, defensively. “Are you saying girls aren’t as good in competition as boys?”

“Nothing personal,” Randy said apologetically.

“Besides,” Caitlin added. “SWI has been co-ed since the nineteen fifties. They just keep the name for traditional reasons.”

FORESHADOWING

“This competition will be very different from the Tri-Wizard Tournament held here over ten years ago,” Snape said. “Firstly, it is a team, rather than an individual event. Secondly, the contests will involve mental and physical challenges as well as the use of magical abilities. In some events, the use of magic will actually be strictly forbidden.

....BUT WHY

“The Goblet of Fire will be picking the Hogwarts contenders, but will be following prearranged rules. The team will be composed of six individuals, three boys and three girls. Each house will have at least one representative on the team and for obvious reasons, first years will not be allowed to participate.”

This pronouncement was followed by moans from the first years.

“Now, let’s be reasonable,” Professor Snape said, shaking his head. “As first years, most of you haven’t even learned to do a proper ‘swish and flick’ yet. However, if any of you get the notion to submit your name anyway, you should be warned. Before presenting me with the names of our team members, the Goblet will spit out any names of first years submitted. Mr. Filch will be standing by with a list of detention tasks to be assigned to those individuals. Now, I’ve rambled on way too long. Tuck in.”

So, as you see, the rest of the fic will focus more on this tournament than on the rise of Salazar. And of course, several soap opera scenarios.

End of Chapter Nine

Finally.

I forgot how long this chapter was.

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steel trap | haechan

%☆#!* it was something right out of a fairy tail, only there was no plot twist and there was no happy ending.

peep @go-shotaro's spin-off of this! <3

it was something right out of a fairy tail, only there was no plot twist and there was no happy ending, not one for a side character like you. because you were sure as hell that you’re the side character, because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t be lying face down on the grimy floors of your own castle’s dungeons. the smell is utterly horrible, a mixture of blood and sweat and other… other excrements you’d rather not state.

that little traitorous bastard made sure you’ll hear and see no one when he had his minions throw you in here. isolated, alone, away from the rest of your father’s whole monarchy whom he decided to imprison someplace else.

but what you hated the most wasn’t the smell, or the dark, nor was it the reinforced steel bars keeping you locked in here, gaps so narrow your elbow catches when you push your arm through.

it was the steel trap hanging by four chains cemented onto the ceiling. it's hardly that big. it’s composition looked akin to what hunters used to trap rodents with but you’ve yet to see rodents that can accomodate that big of a trap. at best, it looked like it can fit bigger dogs—a trap? or a cage? you don’t know. you didn’t want to know.

a door opens and you hear boots pattering against wet cement. judging by the echoing footsteps, there were four people coming—it was always four, you’ve noticed. three of his men, one on each side, one guarding the back, and finally, that monster who leads the pack.

on a regular occasion, you would’ve snarled and faced him head on but the emotions bubbling inside of you are different when you know he’s here to remind you once again where you now lie in the food chain. you have this urge to hit your head against the wall everytime a certain memory resurfaces in your mind.

the night of the raid. the night your parents were assasinated and your family’s reign has met it’s end. from your silken sheets, layered gowns, and seven-course meals to dirty rags that you bet has never been laundered, to stale bread and a cup of water a day.

you could still feel the ghosts of his nimble fingers. one had feathered up your thighs, the other had slipped under the straps of your silk nightgown. no more hallways, no more secret passages, no more dirty tricks. he caught you, fair and square.

he took you that night, defiled and sunk you deep into something your own country will never be proud of—a whore. how dirty you had felt when he forced his fingers into you and made you beg. and beg. and beg. go on, beg for it, your highness. beg for my cock like a bitch!

but your deepest nightmares only truly began when he had forced you to get in that modified rodent trap hanging off the ceiling with your knees curled underneath you and your arms tucked in. he made you suck him off, abused your throat and called you his pretty thing when he painted your face with his cum. gross. when you had tried wiping it off, he had rattled the cage so hard your temples hits the criss-crossing bars.

he had only told you one thing, that night. face and voice void of any lighthearted amusement as he bends down and coos into your ear like a lover. “remember, this is your place now. below me, below dirt. what's wrong with treating a bitch like how a bitch should be treated?”

but you didn’t remember. didn’t put much heed into his words. you only made it five full sprints across the palace garden when his guards took you down and threw you back in here. he’s come back with a clear purpose of putting you back into your place.

only him alone enters your cell, his three guards stationing themselves a few feet in front of the steel bars, backs turned.

his eyes sparkled in delight to see you squirming backwards against the moist walls like some frightened animal, whimpering and calling for his name in the most reverent manner that he thought you were praying. he doesn’t need to touch you to know you’re body is wracking in unadulterated fear.

“haechan,” you sob. “haechan, please—please! i’m sorry…”

he clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment. darling, oh darling, this kind of begging won’t save you but it’s highly appreciated all the same. haechan’s boots thundered like a death march as he made his way towards you, fisting your hair to manually crane your head back. you hate looking into his eyes, hate seeing the reflection of your terrified self, stripped off of all the titles you once owned.

“hmm,” he hums, mockingly. “i think my bitch is in dire need of a reminder.”

when he shoves you forward, landing right in front of your steel cage, you waste no time clambering in.

#yandere nct #yandere kpop #yandere haechan #yandere nct 127 #ok so maybe i got carried away #tw swearing #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw degradation

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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a thirsty thot about one of your favorite fictional babes. Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs.

Sooooo this should come as no surprise to you given our recent messages my dear, but your neighborhood clownass hoe is gonna take this as an opportunity to RANT and scream into the void about my absolute filthiest Charlie fantasies right fucking here 📣🤡

**Warnings: 99% of people in the universe should probz never read this. I AM SERIOUS. The shit below the cut contains some hardcore kinks and triggering things (extreeeme degradation etc.) so read at your own risk!!!**

And if anybody tries to kink-shame me then fuck you very much bitch 😤 Ftr irl I’ve never done and probz would never do this kind of stuff (but don’t judge anyone who does) – for me in actuality it seems a little too physically and psychologically rough, not to mention dirty and dangerous. But in theory I desperately NEED Sir Charlie Hunnam to dominate me and degrade me and destroy me all day every day, in literally every way…

So that’s what’s happening below the cut okayyy 💁🏻‍♀️

Also let me just say… what follows isn’t poetry. It’s straight up shameless hoe-etry. I’m gonna type this in a total stream of consciousness, because I need to get this off my chest, bitches I just – *hyperventilates in horny* – even my super kinky fics just barely scratch the surface, and right now I honestly just need an outlet to express the full extent of my sick twisted Hunnam-worshipping idolatry 🍆🛐

With that said though, if anyone does read this and relates to it in any way PLEASE LET ME KNOW?!??! via private message or anon ask or whatever it’d just be so nice to know I’m not alone in being such a hardcore Hunnam hoe!!!!! (I realize I probably am tho and that’s ok I guess lmao 🙈)

Ok so here we go…

Just to mention again:

WARNING that the following is potentially TRIGGERING and sick and twisted and tbh FUCKING DISGUSTING

*ahem*

Oh also to mention again that this is not my usual style of writing at all, I’m just mindlessly blabbing and this is barely even english loll 🤡

Ok so this applies to Charlie Himself but since the ask is about fictional characters, I’m going with my savage sex god king Jax Fucking Teller!

Basically I want to exist only to worship this god of a man 24/7 and be his live-in slave / house pet / fuckdoll / personal motherfucking urinal / whatever the hell he wants like ngl I am his fucking PROPERTY and he owns my whole heart and soul and obviously my body.

I want him to fucking use me and abuse me and treat me like shit. Like I’ll spend all day just cleaning his house or whatever other service he may need or locked up in a cage or a dungeon or something and then he’ll just fuck me and/or torture me whenever he feels like it. I would get ‘Property of Jax Teller’ tattooed onto my fucking chest or my face for all I fucking care. He can sit on me like a fucking chair. Like step on me with those iconic white Nikes or just his bare feet and grind my whole face into the floor. Then laugh at me for being so pathetic, while he mocks me for how bad I want his dick, savagely shaming me for being a subhuman piece of scum dying to serve him as his whore…

Ok I guess now I’m starting to rhyme, it’s second nature since I do this all the time 😂

I’m in love with this gif, as I feel like it captures the vibe of Jax snarling ‘yeah lie there and cry little bitch my big dick is the reason you live’

Anywayyy, I would very much like to choke on his cock literally all day every day. Like it must be PURE HEAVEN, to gag on that 24/7 🤤 Break my jaw sir then if I’m a good bitch bless me with your sweet creamy load, plz just shoot your delicious cum all over my filthy face or deep down my pathetic whore throat 🍆💦

Omg and his BALLS, I want them to be fucking dripping with sweat and I’ll slobber it alllllllllll 🥵

And like don’t even fucking get me started on his asshole???????????????? I want to bury my face in Jax Teller’s magnificent ass so damn desperately bitch it’s UNNATURAL. Like srsly HOW THE FUCK IS DAT ASS SO DAMN GORGEOUS IT’S MAGICALLLLLL… ✨

LOOK AT THAT PEACH FUZZ THO. LOOK AT IT. NOW U SEE WHY IMA HOE. I MEAN LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT THAT SHIT. 😚🍑

I would spend all day licking and kissing his muscular cheeks with that sweet peachy fuzz, then he’d tease me for being so desperate for him to allow me to bury my face in his hot sweaty crack, and when he finally does… I’d be like omggggg thank you sirrrrr holy shit fuck you taste so good Jax… 🤪

Like no, I mean it I want to SUFFOCATE to fucking death in that glorious ass because I am his ass-worshipping hoe and what a divine way to go?!??!?!?!??!??!?!! 😵

Of course the whole time while he sits on my face he’d be stroking his cock, or ordering me to do that while he spouts off obscene dirty talk… calling me his little ass-cleaning pig or his personal piece of toilet paper whore like what even is dignity anymore lol what the FUCK 🧻

I would also LOVE it if he spits on my forehead while I eat his ass like sir YASSSSSSSSS 💦

Then pull his perfect asshole off of my lips every now and then so he can slap me super fucking hard across the face I mean complete facial disgrace and spit in my mouth ‘cause THAT’S WHAT I’M ALL ABOUT 😛

Like this scene when he did this to Ima ⬇️ ……… I knowwwww it was awful and so problematic, but WANT HIM TO DO THIS TO MEE because I live for Jax Teller’s spit and I am an ADDICT 😭

Uhhhhhh where were we… I’m lost in subspace with these thoughts and that gif and ughhh bitches my consciousness is going BLURRY 😵‍💫

So yes I’m obsessed with the concept of shoving my tongue deep in Jax Teller’s shithole, yes I am DISGUSTING I know just a little 🙈

(I feel like this is where I emphasize again that this is all just theoretical. **I DO NOT DO THIS AND HAVE ZERO INTEREST IRL** and even just in theory, I have zero interest in rimming anyone other than Charlie really 🙅🏻‍♀️)

Ok ummmm what else… well let me just say that I want to sniff and lick his sweaty pits and kiss his feet and suck his toes because every inch of this sex god is stunning as hell?!??!?! 🤩

⬆️ Like when he’s GLISTENING with sweat the golden god he is after that famous scene in Belfast I can’t get over how fucking good he looks and wish I could just taste and smell 😍

(Again let me just say I’ve NEVER had a sweat kink or an armpit kink or foot kink irl)

What else what else oh and if ever Jax should condescend to fuck my worthless little cunt, I want it to be very rough and dominant, like hard and fast and have him spank my ass and pull my hair and choke me till I literally can’t breathe and remind me I’m a nasty slut and this is what I want… I’d get off so hard to the sound of his savage sadistic taunts, animalistic groans and growls and grunts… 🔥

Oh and LOVE the idea of Jax stomping his foot on my head during sex, omg sir I beggggg, also step on my neck, I’m a wreckkkkkk…

I guess now I’ll mention that I want master to whip me till I literally bleed, maybe while I bend down and kiss his feet and thank him for the privilege of punishment and pain from him because it’s everything I fucking need??

Sir is punishing me simply for existing in such absolute inferiority. Obviously. I want him to call me disgusting and worthless and filthy. Destroy every inch of my nonexistent dignity honestly.

Then I want to gaze up at his flawless face while I swallow down every last drop of his glorious golden god juice by which I mean his piss, because bitches THAT’s pure fucking bliss 🚽

(Again irl I have NEVER and would never ever ever actually want to do this!!!!!)

Ok now that I’ve ranted about being Jax Teller’s fuckdoll and urinal, maybe I’ve covered it all?? What else is there lol… (I know there is at least *one very seriously disgusting kinky thing* that I haven’t mentioned and if you are thinking of it, then the answer is YES I want that too, I literally have no limits, there’s NOTHING (*in theory*) for this fucking god of a man that I wouldn’t do… the dirtier and more degrading the better because my inner slut has serious issues!?!!?!)

Ok I’m sure that I’ve forgotten things but honestly just EVERYTHINGGG because (in my filthy nasty theoretical fantasies) Jax Teller is my reason for existing and my motherfucking savage sex god KING 👑🛐

… aaaaand that’s my thirsty thot 😅

ok now back to try and be a good responsible professional and focus on my workday while I’m all horny and hot 🤡

#charlie hunnam #jax teller #sons of anarchy #soa #hello my name is clownass hoe 🤡#SERIOUSLY KINKY SHIT THO #tw: degradation #tw: verbal abuse #tw: slapping #tw: spitting #tw: just… everything?

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So I need to bitch real quick... also

Spoiler warning!!

WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE HATING LUCIFER SO AGGRESSIVELY WHEN THIS MAN IS JUST TRYING HIS BEST?!

Like don't get me wrong his choices in Obey Me's main storyline are not the best. But BITCH chill the fuck out and look at the entire picture, not just scrutinizing about the really bad stuff and not see the intentions.

First of all Luci acknowledged that Belphie hated humans and knew that Diavolo wants to unit the realms, right? Right. So Belphie being extremely opposed to this, lead to him wanting to cause havoc to the Human realm. Which is MOTHERFUCKING TREASONOUS!! Especially to the eyes of Lord Diavolo! So locking up Belphie makes sense and keeping him in the dungeon until he's judged for this is justified. What does Luci do? He locks him in the attic, tricks Diavolo that Belphie will be going to human world for the exchange program to PROTECT HIM!!! And the fall out with MC freeing Belphie literally brought Luci's plan crashing down, IT MAKES SENSE THAT HE WOULD BE PISSED!! All of his attempts to protect his family, all that planning, all of that lying to DIAVOLO who would have known that Luci was lying but didn't, was shattered. Was it the right way to go about the situation? Absolutely not, Luci acted quickly and had to make sure his family came first. And when us, the MC, crashed down all of his hard work, his reaction was to KILL US BECAUSE HIS FAMILY WAS AT RISK!!!

Second addressing the way he treats his brothers. HE IS LEGITIMATELY THE FATHER FIGURE OF THE BROTHERS!! He is the oldest therefore the most responsible for their actions. He is practically raising them on his own because as much as we love Mammon he isnt really helping with how he spends so much money and gets himself in so much trouble and we know Mammon knows this. He is anything but an idiot, he's smart it's just he acts before he thinks and that is legitimately his biggest fault. It's why he gets in so much trouble. Leviathan keeps to himself, he's giant Otaku nerd! But he's barely passing his classes because of his social anxiety and his preference of staying home and just game all day. Luci is worried about his future because he's so focused on the virtual world that he isnt thinking of ways of furthering himself into the real world. It's why he despises Levi's likes and passions. Satan is an obvious case do I really need to go over that one? Asmodeous is care free and believes he's pretty much the center of the world. He wants to have fun and look good while doing it. But because he's so invested in himself, he's not seeing the bigger picture that he leaves scars where ever he goes. Beelzebub is the most loyal to Lucifer thus being a breathe of fresh air. But he's a double edge sword with how easily he can change his alliance with a simple offer of food. And when Belphie was freed he made it clear that Belphie, his twin, is more important than Luci when it comes down to it.

Could you imagine having to take care off all of that by yourself? With the added pressure that you've fallen from the celestial realm into the Devildom, your soul and body signed off to the Lord of said realm, with scars and trauma because of someone you used to call a father? This man is suffering and he's using his pride to keep himself a float and sane. If your not a fan of this man that is completely fine, call him an abuser go ahead. But you can not sit there on your ass and tell me this man isn't suffering for trying his hardest to raise his siblings and protect them.

I apologize for the rant but I see so much hate for this poor baby and I needed to voice my opinion just like everyone else is. And yes feel free to call me a Lucifer Stan cause I wear that badge with pride!😎

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #my rants

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Villain

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Warnings: angst, violence :(, self-harm :/, the relationship is toxic, suicidal ideation, and JAMES IS SO MEAN IM SORRY

HAPPY ENDING I PROMISE!

Prompts: 1.I let you down; 2.I'm not a villain. You shouldn't treat me like one; 3.I don't need help! I just want the pain to go away; 4.did it ever occur to you that you're hurting me too? 5. I’m not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.

You sat alone in your room. It was dark and raining. ‘Pretty cliche,’ you thought to yourself. You were in a fight with your boyfriend, Sirius. He was a great guy, really, but you two were both very stubborn, and sometimes you were both a bit too blunt. He knew what he did wrong but didn't want to apologize. This was how most of your fights went. You always made out up. But this one was different.

You were both sitting up at the astronomy tower late at night. Peaceful moments were sparse between you two. It was special. You were leaning against his shoulder, and he was kissing the top of your head, telling you that he loved you and would never leave you. Footsteps echoed up the stairs, and you pushed him off of you drawing your wand at him.

“Stupid fucking Gryffindor!” you yelled, “you're lucky I don't throw you off the tower,”

He had his wand raised as well. “I'd be grateful if you did, you bloody snake. I couldn't stand living in a world that has you in it y/l/n!”

The footsteps retreated down the stairs quickly as you both sat down next to each other once again.

“Why can't we just tell them, Sirius?” You whispered, “I love you; I don't care what they think of it. I don't care if they bully me. I only care about you.”

He sighed “y/n, I love you too but, we're just too different. It's a miracle that we’re even together, ” he laughed softly. You didn't think it was funny but brushed it off. “I just don't want people to think that I'm...” he trailed off.

“What? You don't want people to think you're what?” You said, pulling away and raising your voice, “like me? You don't want them to know you're dating me because of my fucking house? I was sorted at eleven, Sirius. Do you really think I'm still the same as I was at eleven? You think I'm bad? You don't want to be seen with me? Is that it?”

He looked down “y/n... I mean...yeah...kind of.” he cleared his throat, “but when you say it like that, it sounds bad.”

Your eyes started to water “that's because it is bad, Sirius. I'm not a villain. You shouldn't treat me like one.”

“y/n wait!” he called out. But you were already halfway down the stairs, crying softly.

You reached the bottom and headed straight outside. (pretend that Lucius is the same age as you and Sirius) you caught your breath under a tree on the outskirts of the forbidden forest.

The smell of cigarette smoke filled your nose.

“Black hit a nerve?” Lucius questioned, “looked pretty intense; I personally think you should've thrown him off as you threatened. We both know your bark is just as strong as your bite.”

You laughed dully “you could say that. And maybe I should've, ” you said.

The blonde handed you an already lit cigarette. To both of your surprise, you took it. After a long drag, you exhaled, smoke pouring from your mouth. He sunk next to you, and you felt more at peace with him sitting next to you than you ever had with Sirius.

“So, ” he began, “have you guys hate fucked yet?”

You snorted “disgusting, ” another drag “do you know how many STDs I'd test positive for?” It pained you slightly to think of how many other girls Sirius had been with. And those were just the ones you knew of.

Lucius let out a genuine laugh “at least fourty,” he pushed his hair back, “if you ever needed to...get rid of him, I could help.”

Your breath caught in your chest. “I'd rather not, ” you had to think quickly, “the Blacks are a vital family, and somehow he's part of it. We’d be in deep shit if we got caught, ”

Lucius frowned “vital my ass, ” he huffed “all I'm saying is that Walburga would thank us, ”

You could sense the newly formed tension, “I should head back, Lucius; it was nice seeing you. We should talk more often.”

As you got up, he grabbed your arm. You winced in pain. “I've noticed all the long sleeves y/n. I'm not a great listener, but Narcissa is. You should talk to her if you need someone.”

You nodded. You did have someone you could talk to if you really needed it, but Sirius was apparently disgusted by you. You made your way back to the castle, crawling into bed.

The next day

You walked into the great hall. While walking past the Gryffindor table, you had your eyes glued to the floor.

“Look what crawled out of the dungeons this morning.” James laughed at you. You looked up. Sirius didn't say anything. He just laughed softly, avoiding your gaze.

“You know what? That's it, ” you growled, pulling out your wand and holding it to James’ throat.

Remus raised his wand at you, but it fell to the floor after Lucius muttered “expelliarmus, ” next was Sirius, but Severus knocked his wand away even quicker than Lucius’. He was dying for James to have a taste of his own medicine. You muttered a spell as painful boils spread over his body; your eyes were locked with Sirius’ the whole time.

“That'll teach you, bitch, ” you spat at him. Riping your gaze away from Sirius’ wide eyes, Lucius and Severus walked you to the table.

“Next time, it’ll be you, Black, ” Lucius hissed. “I heard your little fight, ” he warned, raising his wand threateningly before walking back to the table.

Even though you had made yourself a sort of target, you felt safe. ‘Maybe I should stick with my “own kind,”’ you thought sarcastically although you wondered if there was some truth to it. As the day went by, everything was normal. Except that you weren't sitting alone, watching Sirius from afar. You had friends. Were they good people? Merlin no! But you didn't think Sirius was so great either.

Exiting y/n’s mind

Bringing yourself back to the present, you focused on hearing the rain tap outside of your window and the dull burning on your wrists. You sighed deeply. You decided to go for a walk. This was a mistake.

As you walked down the empty corridors, you were shoved against the wall by a dark-haired boy who was no longer covered in boils.

“An eye for an eye y/n,” he rolled up your sleeve. He laughed “guess I've got my work cut out for me, ” He said before adding a fresh cut to your arm.

You locked your eyes onto Sirius’ grey ones; he was horrified but didn't move. You wrenched yourself free from James and stormed over to him. “I will never forgive you for this, Sirius! Never!” you began to cry “what happened to ‘i’ll always be there for you’? ‘I’ll always love you y/n’? Huh? You only love me when it's convenient for you. When you want someone to cry to or someone to suck you off. Not that I'd ever go near that thing, I'd get at least twelve infections.”

You scoffed, the tears drying, “I wish I'd never met you, Sirius Black. I wish I'd never given you a god damn thing, but I gave you all of me. Every ounce of my time and energy for someone who would watch his friend cut me.” you wanted to kill him, “speaking of cutting, the only one who fucking noticed was Lucius. Not you. You're a horrible person Sirius Black; you should be the one in Slytherin.” you finished.

You walked away, feeling his eyes on you. They were both silent. Loud footsteps came down the hallway as Lucius stormed up to James, leaving him with a split lip, one less tooth, and a black eye. You turned around, seeing him walk towards Sirius.

You ran to Sirius, pulling him behind you, “Lucius, please don't, please.” you begged.

He looked at you “even after what he did to you?”

You nodded, “yes,” you whispered, although you weren't so sure.

He sighed “you're an awful person Sirius.” he walked away.

“Y/n you really don't have to forgive-”

“I didn't, ” you interrupted. Walking away.

As time went by, Sirius began to change. He didn't let James bully Severus; he made up with Regulus and would even show lost students the way to their classes. One day you were sitting at the astronomy tower late at night. Cold and alone. No one is kissing the top of your head or telling you they loved you; no warmth or comfort surrounded you.

You began to break down. The bottle inside of you broke, and the emotions came spilling out—love, fear, joy, guilt, regret, sadness, anger, hatred. Tears streamed down your face. You looked over the edge of the tower. It was a large drop. Easily 200 feet.

‘How would it feel, ” you wondered, ‘to hit the ground?’ another voice inside of you spoke up ‘how would it feel if someone caught you?’ but there was no one there to catch you. You sighed and looked around. You were still crying softly, leaning further over the railing, wondering if you would just slip and fall.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back. You didn't struggle. You just sighed. Unsatisfied with your fate.

You turned around “what do you want, Sirius?” you said, sounding bored.

“What do I want?!” he yelled. “I want you not to kill yourself!”

You sighed and began to walk away until he grabbed your arm, making you wince once again.

“y/n, please let me help, ” he said, eyes teary “please let me help you,”

Another crack in the bottle.

Tears spilled from your eyes. “I don't need help! I just want the pain to go away!” You sobbed, looking up at him, your y/h/c hair blowing in the wind.

He groaned, “Let me fucking help you y/n, or I'm pitching myself off this God-forsaken tower too, ”

Your breathing stopped momentarily. Why should you care if he did? After everything he did to you, he deserves it, right? But your stomach twisted at the thought.

“did it ever occur to you that you're hurting me too?” he said “ fuck wait, no, I shouldn't have said that. That's not what I meant y/n I just meant that,” he sighed. “I let you down. I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry. You don't have to forgive me, but I just need you to know that I'm sorry and that I, ” his voice broke, “I really did- I really do love you y/n.”

Tears fell down his cheeks “the day of graduation, I wanted to take you up here,” he stopped to gasp for air, “and I wanted to ask you to marry me. I wanted to tell everyone. I wanted to say sorry the day after, but I laughed at James’ dumb joke when I should've stood up for you. I should have told him to shut the fuck up and never talk to the girl I love like that ever again. But I didn't, ”

He put his head in his hands, “I didn't. And he hurt you. And I didn't fucking stop him. God y/n I fucking died that day, ” he sobbed again “you were so scared. I was right there. When I looked at you I just-” his voice broke “I hated him y/n. I hated myself. I still hate him. I still hate myself for it. I never spoke to him again unless I was yelling at him to let Snape go.”

He looked up at you, “I'm not asking you to forgive me y/n. I just wanted you to know that I think about it-about you, every day. And that I never just let it go. That I never touched another girl. I never thought about another girl. That it's always been and always will be you. Whether we're together ten years later, or we never speak again.”

You were speechless as tears rolled down your cheeks; he pulled out the box storing the ring.

“Oh my God, Sirius, this isn't the-” you began

“No, no! I just wanted you to know I was telling the truth. I still carry it around.” he said, looking down.

You sighed, he was really sad. He was really sorry. And he really loved you.

“One more chance, ” you whispered, “your last chance, ”

He looked up at you, “y/n, I don't know what to say. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

He kissed you gently. “I’m not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.” and this time he meant it.

Dinner was boring; you sat with Sirius and Regulus at the end of the Slytherin table. Lucius and Severus joined you, mostly to keep an eye on Sirius. You left the great hall.

“Let me walk you back y/n,” Sirius said, kissing your temple. “Regulus is going to the library. Lucius and Severus left at least ten minutes ago, and I don't want you to go yet, ” he finished.

You sighed “well, alright, ” it was really nice of him to walk you back. He never did this stuff when you first started dating, if you could even call it that.

Sirius smiled and placed his hand on your lower back as you headed back to your dorm.

“Hey!” James shouted

You tensed. “Sirius, ” you whispered

“I know, ” he said, “I've got you. Don't worry. I'm here. He won't hurt you again.” he wrapped his arm around you. “Yes?” he said. He was trying to stay neutral even though he was fuming.

“Are you bringing her as like a peace offering? I mean, what are you doing with this slut?” he said, pointing at you.

“Dont fucking talk to her like that, ” he said “come on y/n, let's go,” he said quietly.

James stepped in front of him “what's the rush? Stay awhile, ”

Sirius was done. He was tired, pissed off, and just wanted to go back to your dorm and do sweet, sappy bullshit for you. Like read to you or hold you or drink tea with you. Not have some face-off with James. So he punched him in the face.

“Let's go, ” he repeated, steering you away from James, who was seeing stars. The walk back to your dorm was relatively quick.

When you got to the door of your room, you hesitated, “would you umm like to come in, ” you said softly.

He nodded. You walked in and sat on the edge of your bed awkwardly. Sirius sat behind you. He pulled you to him before laying both of you down. You were pressed to his chest. You were tired. So tired. You just hadn't realized it until now.

“Can you stay?” you said softly

He smiled. “I'd love to y/n.”

“I love you, Sirius, ” the words felt better in your mouth than fresh warm food.

“I love you too y/n, ” he whispered.

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THAT WAS KINDA INTENSE DAMN. I entered ‘flow state’ using a subliminal, and I think it worked. I want to write some Remus fluff next 🥺 IM SO SORRY, JAMES WAS SO MEAN, BUT PETER AND REMUS JUST WOULDNT HAVE MADE SENSE! That's all for today. If you're feeling depressed or suicidal, please call or text 1-800-273-8255 (Suicide Hotline) or 1-800-231-1127 (Common Ground). Please refer to the post below this if you are struggling with something different.

#angst #angst with a happy ending #angst with fluff #fluff #sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius x you #x reader #harry potter #harry potter marauders #marauders era

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bailey-whalieee · 4 years

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Till the End of the Line

Nothing could cure the problem she had inside her head, except maybe two super soldiers.

Request: stucky x reader where the reader is under the weather but tries to hide it from them w loads of mind numbing fluff :) @colourforanamee

Pairing: Steve x Reader x Bucky

Words: 3562

Warnings: PTSD, drowning, torture, panic attacks, angst, & fluff.

✮

It’s been six weeks since the avengers lost one of their best teammates. It’s been six weeks of Steve and Bucky being on constant edge because they miss their girlfriend. It’s been six long weeks of them missing her laughter and jokes.

Y/n had been taken by hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. had no information on it. So, of course, what did the avengers do? They all worked day and night to try and find out where the hell they had taken her.

Six weeks ago they had nothing and now they were twenty-five minutes away from the bunker where she was being held. Anxiousness filled them to the brim. None of them had any idea what they were going to walk into. It only furthered Bucky and Steve’s worry.

What did they do to their girl?

Was she going to be okay?

Would she still be herself?

“ETA about seven minutes now. We’re landing about five miles away from the facility,” Tony announced, “let’s get our little ray of sunshine back!”

Bucky peered up to Steve, a worried glint covering his eyes. Steve grabbed his hand in reassurance before saying, “it’ll be okay, Buck. Let’s go get our girl back.”

✮

She screamed until her throat became raw.

Y/n’s throat bled for weeks after that. The first week was absolute hell and no matter how hard she tried to withhold the screams they always escaped.

Now, nothing even came out if she opened her mouth to shout or scream. They really enjoyed hearing her beg and plead. It was sickening how much blood she watched drip onto the floor.

They broke her. Scarred her.

Y/n didn’t even want to look at Volkov. He was the master-mind behind the whole project. He captured her, tortured her, watched her scream, writhe, beg, plead.. And not once did he even flinch.

He wore this noxious smirk that made her cringe every time she glanced towards him. Volkov was an evil man.

At first, Y/n put up her front and refused to be scared of the man for the sake of her team. Then it took an absolute turn for the worst. The methods of torture he practiced on her were from hell itself.

But, Volkov’s favorite was the water chamber. It consisted of drowning and suffocation. The iciness of the water would force her breaths to be short and slowly the tank would fill up until full and then the real fun would begin. Y/n’s first time in the chamber traumatized her.

She punched at the glass and struggled in the restraints. Y/n learned to fear water after the recurrence of the chamber.

Her arms were strung together by a rusty chain. She hung loosely in the air of the hydra building. Y/n was used to the constant aching her body forced her through. It became the norm for random parts of her body to shake and shudder from the pain.

After the second week, Y/n’s hope began to dim and fear overthrew her mind. She was just a scared little girl who wanted nothing more than to go home.

“Hmm.. My little pet, they seem to be trying to steal you back from me. We can’t have that can we?” Volkov growled, throwing out commands left and right at the hydra soldiers.

Y/n’s head cocked to the side and a smirk found its way on her war battered face. “They will always come after me. You’ll lose. Dogs like you always lose,” she croaked out, letting out a broken laugh.

An angry snarl drew from the hydra officer’s mouth and he began to shout, “kill them! Fucking murder them all! I want to see his brains splattered on the ground! Do it!”

The soldiers were dropping like flies. The avengers were out for blood and it was blood they were going to get. They wanted her back and no matter what it took, she was leaving that hydra facility, even if it meant murdering every single son-of-a-bitch in the building.

Volkov’s realization tumbled down on him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

“You know.. Y/n.. My little pet, you do know what this means, right?” he cocked his eyebrow making eye contact with the frail woman, “I always get what I want and Y/n, I want them to see life leave your eyes as those worthless avengers struggle to save you. If I can’t have you, no one can, little pet. I mean that.”

Her face fell. The sudden awareness hit her square in the face.

“No, no, no, no..” feebly flew from her mouth as a chamber was lowered below her feet.

His cackle suddenly filled the room, “and you know what’s going to be the best part? They are going to watch you suffer and drown, while I escape forever haunting you.” Her feet sank into the cold glass encased prison.

“Please don’t do this. You don’t have to do this,” she pleaded, her hand banging against the glass, “don’t do this- You’re better than this! Please- I’m begging you, don’t do this!”

The intensely chilled water slowly added up in the bottom of the chamber. She cringed and harsh breaths escaped her lips.

He rolled his eyes, “no I’m not. I’ll never be better than this. I quite like being like this. Goodbye, my little pet. Lock the perimeter, and get me the hell out of here.”

A nauseating feeling settled deeply in her stomach. What if, this time is the last time?

The water was now knee height and panic set in. Volkov had fled. The team was probably right outside the barricaded perimeter. And Y/n was going to die, alone.

“NO! Dammit! Not like this! No! NO!” she pounded on the glass, screaming once more. Tears flew down her flushed cheeks. The water only continued to fill the encasement and further her screaming. “Please, no..”

The door flew off the hinges and the avengers filed in. One by one, they each came running in. Relief flooded Y/n’s being until she saw the horrified expression on each of their faces. The water was barely past her chin and the exhaustion of trying to stay above the water began to set in.

Her small fists striked the chamber, trying to break the glass. “Y/n! Honey, I need you to stay calm! We are going to get you out of here, okay sunshine?” Tony gave her a small smile.

Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes. She tilted her head towards the tops of the chamber trying to gulp down the last bits of oxygen she had before the water completely filled the tank.

“Please, help me. I can’t do this aga-” and the water finally filled the tank to the brim. Fear overran logic at this point.

Everything blurred and she could hear their panicked voices and see their crazed movements. She tried to remain calm for their sake, but all she could feel was ice cold the water was. She let out a scream through the water and thrashed against the restraints.

Y/n wanted out.

She wanted to breathe.

Then a familiar metal fist came crashing through the chamber and the water flooded out. Gasps forced themselves out of her mouth as oxygen finally refilled the tank. She fell limply into Bucky’s arms, as he pulled her from the overflowing chamber.

“You’re okay, dollface. You’re okay, baby. You’re safe now,” he shushed, patting the small of her back.

She heaved the water that forced itself down her throat. The group let out a breath they didn’t even know they were all holding in.

Steve and Bucky crouched down comforting the gasping woman. A strangled cry escaped her as she leaned into their embrace. They didn’t even care that she was soaking wet, Steve and Buck just wanted to hold her.

They took in her appearance. Her clothing had been ripped in different places and there had been a sudden change in her weight. She was small and her skin clinged to her bones like she was a skeleton. Her eyes were dull and no longer holding life. She looked half dead..

“Oh thank the gods,” Steve muttered holding onto the shivering girl, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Y/n basked in his hold. She wasn’t okay, but right now, Y/n felt like she had nothing to fear.

“Where’s the son-of-a-bitch?” Tony growled, looking around the emptied facility.

“H-he escaped,” she rasped out, everyone wincing at how painful her voice sounded.

Steve shook his head, “he will pay for what he did, honey. Right now, we need to get you back to the quinjet before you get hypothermia.”

Bucky shrugged off his M-65 field jacket and placed it on Y/n’s shoulders. The jacket practically swallowed her. She opened her mouth to protest, but he immediately cut her off, “shush. We got you back, I’m not losing you to hypothermia, Y/n.”

Y/n was squished against Steve’s chest with Bucky following closely beside him. She just wanted to go home.

✮

When they arrived back to the jet, Steve and Bucky wanted an immediate evaluation from JARVIS. Y/n was given new clothes and a warm blanket from Natasha, who gave her a soft smile.

“Well, Ms. Y/L/N is suffering from malnutrition and a condition called hypoxia, which can be dangerous if not treated. She needs oxygen as soon as possible, her oxygen is too low for her body,” the AI system paused, “unfortunately, Ms. Y/L/N is also suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.”

She refused to look at anyone in the room after the diagnosis. Y/n kept her eyes trained on her hands. The silence was deafening to her, she had driven herself mad in the dungeon where Volkov kept her.

“What’s the fastest you can get up back to the tower?” Steve asked, his forehead creasing with worry.

“Forty-seven minutes, Captain.”

PTSD. A monster that both Steve and Bucky knew very well. “Dammit,” Bucky muttered to himself, settling next to Y/n.

Y/n’s eyes were getting increasingly heavier and the waves of tiredness came stronger each time. She didn’t want to fall into sleep though. Steve was taking note of the action seeing as she would refuse to shut her eyes and fall asleep.

He took a seat next to Y/n laying a soft hand on her back. She flinched at the touch, but calmed when she realized it was just Steve.

“You can fall into sleep, sweetheart. We’ll always be right here to catch you,” he reminded her, running his hand up and down her spine.

She nodded, “just scared.”

“I know baby, but we’ll be right here. Don’t you worry about a thing because we gotcha’,” Bucky smiled, kissing her forehead, “now lay down on Stevie’s lap and rest.”

Her face held hesitance and she looked towards the captain for affirmation. He rolled his eyes and opened his arms wide, “come’ere.”

Y/n’s head fell softly into his lap and Bucky situated the blanket around her, making sure she was comfortable. Steve’s hand weaved itself in her hair, running through the mess trying to calm the apprehensive women in his lap. Bucky was tracing patterns on her exposed calf that had been battered and bruised.

The team counted their lucky stars. Y/n was safe and back with the men who loved her most. This is where she belonged. This was her family.

Soft snores erupted from the girl who was snuggled in the captain and sergeant’s lap.

“We got our sunshine back and they got their whole world back,” Natasha whispered to Tony, admiring the sleeping trio.

A soft grin fell upon the billionaires lips, “you bet your ass we did and I’d do it all over again for our sunshine. Always.”

✮

It had been months of mental and physical rehabilitation. Months of sudden panic attacks because of random loud noises and flashbacks. But, Y/n put every effort forth to get better and to become her old self.

Some days were harder than others, but she learned to live with the difficulty. The triggers were becoming easier for the team to recognize and help prevent. Y/n’s life had just started to become normal, she was able to join missions and kick ass once again.

Steve and Bucky had never been so proud of their girl. Even through the hell she suffered, Y/n continued to persevere and put effort forth to get better.

Y/n first solo mission had gone great until a familiar ugly face popped back up. The mission itself was simple, get the vile, and get the hell out. Simple. Easy.

That was until Y/n found Volkov’s little hiding place and she saw him. She finished the mission, but the woman was on edge. Her core had been shook and when Y/n entered the jet, she lost it.

The memories, the cold, the chamber, it all came flooding back and all the repair she did to withhold the torture, burst. Like an ugly hurricane it came back and it flooded her mind.

She kept herself in check once she left the jet and finally arrived home where the team awaited eagerly.

“Sunshine!”

“You’re back! How was it?”

“Did ya miss the thrill?”

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

Steve could read her like a book and Bucky could too. They read her every emotion as soon as she stepped off the jet and onto the hangar. The anxiousness radiated off of her and it fogged her mind.

“I’m fine. It went fine. Here’s the vile,” she muttered, tossing Bruce the vile, “I need to take a shower.”

She pushed through the group of eager super humans and headed towards the bedroom she shared with Steve and Bucky. Her body was on fire and the stealth suit kept sucking the oxygen out of her.

Y/n eventually peeled the suit off and headed towards the shower. Steve and Bucky had reached their bedroom and could hear the water running. It calmed them slightly.

“Maybe she just had a rough mission back?” Buck muttered, running a hand down Steve’s spine.

Steve sighed, shaking his head, “I hope so..”

Y/n stared at the water. It taunted her. She had yet to actually step into the shower, but she continued to have an internal battle with it. “C’mon Y/n, don’t be a sissy. It’s just water. It’s just water.”

Finally gaining the courage, Y/n felt the water’s temperature and shockingly it was warm. Her hands gripped onto the railing and steaming hot water washed over her aching body. The first month of rehabilitation, Steve and Bucky would coax her into the water keeping her at bay because of the PTSD and anxiety.

It was sweet and both of them had no complaints, only love and compassion for her.

The water trickled down her face and body, numbing the memories forever stamped into her brain. Y/n wished she could forget. She wanted to forget all the screaming and begging, but she would never forget.

Steve and Bucky sat on their bed, hand in hand, soft smiles on their faces. Bucky pressed a soft kiss to Steve’s gruff cheek.

“Told ya it was just a tough first mission back,” Buck smirked, ruffling the Captain’s hair to which he rolled his eyes.

“For once, I’m actually glad you were right,” Steve grinned, a light pink hue appearing on his cheeks from the affection. Bucky snickered, laying his head on his shoulder enjoying the warmth the blonde was giving off.

Y/n got so lost in her thoughts that the water had grown cold. A ripple of goosebumps erupted spreading all over her body. Air caught itself in the back of her throat as the water grew colder and further reminded her of the lonely hell she once lived in.

And suddenly, Y/n lost the ability to even hold herself up. She crashed down onto the tub-floor in a heap of sobs and gasps. Her mind was thrown into the chamber and she was no longer with Steve or Bucky. Water poured over her shaking body.

“STOP IT! NO! STOP!” she shouted, her fists bangining against her skull.

The shouts could be heard from outside the door, clearly. It made Steve and Bucky immediately run and practically break down the bathroom door. They found her clutching her knees to her chest, tears running rampant down her cheeks, and begging to be spared from whatever the hell was going through her mind.

Bucky grabbed her drenched body out of the shower and wrapped her in a towel, hoping to calm her. She thrashed in the towel and his arms.

“No, no, no, no.. No more! I don’t want it! I don’t want it! Stop!” she pleaded, sobbing.

“Y/n, baby! Hey-hey-hey! Stop, you’re going to hurt yourself! What’s going on, doll?” Steve grabbed her wrists to prevent her from hitting her head.

Her breaths came out ragged and harsh. Bucky pulled back the sopping wet hair that stuck to her face so they could look at her properly.

“Sweetheart, you gotta calm down. I know you’re scared, but honey, Stevie and I need you to breathe,” Bucky shushed, holding her close to him.

She trembled and tried to focus, but failed.

“I can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t,” she repeated, gasping on the oxygen. Her face began to pale and tears welled up in her eyes. “I saw him- He was there. I just- What if he saw me??” she sputtered, fear coursing through her veins, “oh my god! He saw me- I don’t wanna go back, please- Bucky, Stevie don’t send me back!”

“Doll, Stevie and I aren’t going to let anyone take you away from us ever again. You know that? Darling, I can promise that you are safe here. I need you to focus, Y/n. Focus on breathing,” Bucky coaxed, cupping her cheeks in his hands.

Her shaky hands found themselves on Bucky and Steve’s chest, focusing on their breathing. She calmed the war in her mind and finally began to breathe normally again. Tears continued to leak down her cheeks, but Y/n gained control of her breathing.

“It was the water.. The water was super cold and then I saw him today and it all came rushing back,” she whispered looking at the two men.

Steve engulfed her in a warm hug not caring about how damp she still was before peppering her head with kisses. “You are so strong and both of us are so proud of you. You are the strongest woman we know and despite it all, you remained the sunshine in the darkness. Doll, we love you and your progress is getting much better!” he praised, kissing her once more, “and listen to me, no matter what we are always going to find you and we will always love you, even if it means going to hell and back to find you.”

A broken smile appeared on her lips and her eyes got continually watery. “You really mean that?”

Bucky chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist, “of course we do, doll. You’re absolutely extraordinary and beautiful and strong and gorgeous. No one deserves to go through what you went through, but you did not once give up. You have no idea how proud of you we are.”

Y/n leaped into both of the men’s lap wrapping her arms around them. They immediately savored the closeness and love.

“C’mon sunshine, let’s get you in a shirt and then we can cuddle and watch that movie with the little yellow bear in it!” Steve smiled before securing the towel and throwing the women over his shoulder, making sure to carefully do it.

“You mean, Winnie the Pooh?” she scrunched her nose at the captain.

A load of giggle fell from her lips as Bucky made a series of funny faces towards her. Y/n began to forget about the horrors and focus on the two wonders before her. Steve and Bucky. The two men who would sacrifice anything to make her happy.

“Lift up your arms, dollface,” Bucky instructed softly. He tugged the red henley over her head, where it flowed down to about mid-thigh. “Look at how adorable she is, Stevie? What an adorable little doll,” he gushed, his fingers running along her jawline.

“Oh I know, Buck. She is just stunning,” Steve admired.

Bucky hoisted her in between the two of them. Y/n was squished against the two soldiers, but she didn’t mind it one bit. They were both radiators and put off so much heat, she thoroughly enjoyed the heat.

“Stevie, Buck,” she whispered, grasping each of their hands.

Steve paused his search for the movie and gave her his full attention, Bucky doing the same.

“I love you guys. Till the end of the line.”

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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years

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TUA SNOW WHITE AND THE HUNTSMAN AU

(please understand that by AU, I mean they share an incredibly small amount of things in common with the original source material which I barely remember BUT the "story" takes place in the setting of the film) (not to be misleading or anything :p)

(Huntsman) Diego has been roaming the dark woods for years, on the run from the two queens. He loves his mother Grace, but she died with Ben - and the person in her body now just isn’t very nice. He’s angry, and bitter, and full of heartache and pain… losing your family will do that to you. But he’s still looking for Five. His beloved husband may be dead, but there’s still hope for their son. Right?

(Gold Queen) The Handler is the gold queen. She believes love is a weakness, and how could she not - her sister Grace ruined herself with love for her children. Then again, she supposes it’s a bit her fault that Grace went mad - the Handler was, after all, the one who killed the child that left Grace a cold, icy bitch.

(Ice Queen) Grace does not believe in love. Any child of hers foolish enough to fall in love will be taught the same lesson she suffered to learn - love is synonymous with death.

Five can’t remember the names of all the people he’s killed. The Handler took him from his mother when he was just a baby - he has no knowledge whatsoever of who she is. The Handler forces him to kill people in her courtyard arena, claiming him as her champion, and he knows he’ll die if he lets her down. She promised to bring him back to his family if he just stays a good little boy and does what he’s told - Five thinks she’s probably lying though. He had a friend here once, Dolores, and the Handler agreed not to make him fight her… and then turned her into a gold statue in the middle of the courtyard, where Five has to see her and be reminded of his failure to keep her safe every single day.

Klaus has been stuck down here for who knows how long. It’s damp and dark and cold and there are bars on the window. Grace dragged him here what must’ve been years ago, probably because she found out about him and Diego - not that it matters. Grace banished Diego, and Five was taken from him long ago. Diego’s probably dead, Klaus knows how it is out there, and his son is also probably dead. There’s only so long for Klaus anyway - he’s been seeing his dead brother Ben lately, and even Klaus is smart enough to know that’s probably not a good sign.

Ben died at the hands of the Handler when he was only fourteen. His death cause Grace to go full psycho, and Ben… exists with that guilt every day as he looks after Klaus, who is slowly going mad. Ben needs to get him out of here, but first he needs to find Diego… and Diego has always made a point of being very, very hard to find.

Allison was one of few children who managed to escape both the queens when the war began. She found a home with a man called Reginald and thought she was saved… but he was just another asshole. He treats her and the other refugees like slaves, knowing they’ll never leave out of fear of the queens’ killing arenas. Ray and Luther are her fellow inmates - and they all want out.

Vanya is a witch, trapped in a cave by the Handler after being stolen from her mother Grace. A selkie named Sissy came to help her settle in her first day, and now collects ingredients for Vanya’s experimental break-out spells. They fell in love, and have a son named Harlan together from Vanya’s magic, but it’s unlikely they’ll ever be allowed to touch, a constant blue shield between them.

Cha-Cha and Hazel are the Handler’s personal generals, and when they learn that Klaus is alive, they take him on orders from the Handler, who knows he’ll be good bait now that Diego is the symbol of the revolution. Agnes is the village healer they force to heal Klaus after they’re done torturing him for information, which he never gives. She detests both of them, and eventually uses her magic to knock them out and set Klaus free.

Eudora is leading a rebellion against the two queens in secret. She has no idea about Reginald, or else she’d go after him too. When Allison kills Reginald, she brings herself, Luther, Ray, and all the other captive young adults to Eudora’s safe haven, where she trains them into soldiers for the upcoming fight. If they don’t want to be soldiers, they train to be healers under Agnes, who tells Eudora of the dead prince being locked in the Handler’s dungeon and tortured, having apparently been imprisoned. Look, Eudora’s not a bad person, she’s just a strategist - and it’s better to have Klaus in captivity long enough for her to get Diego on her side, using his husband’s rescue as leverage.

Lila is the Handler’s personal guard. The Handler believes she has Lila’s complete loyalty, but Lila’s been slipping information to Eudora for years - Eudora, who she’s in love with. Eudora, who kisses like the sky does the ground. Eudora, who will leave Lila to die once she’s no longer of use. Or so she thinks.

The Handler wiped Five’s memory when she took him at five years old, so he doesn’t remember his family at all. She’s hoping nobody comes along and breaks his programming. She’s spent so long on it. It’d be such a shame.

Across the land, Allison serves Reginald dinner. She refills his drink, picks his knife up from the ground, and stabs him through the heart. Then she and Ray and Luther and the others fucking book it.

Diego wanders the woods alone, intercepted only by Eudora, who he locks in awesome battle with before realizing who she is. They smile at each other and she asks him yet again to join her movement, which he refuses. She smiles ruefully and disappears.

Allison and Ray and Luther join Eudora’s cause with the others, Luther quickly becoming their best soldier, Ray their most gifted healer, and Allison equal to Eudora in both physical and mental prowess. Eudora is hunting in the woods one day and runs into Lila, the two of them having a love-at-first-sight moment. Lila hears her name called and runs away, but they remain drawn to each other, even if Eudora can’t shake the mark of gold on Lila’s wrist from her mind.

The Handler starts making threats at Vanya, mostly about Sissy and Harlan. Klaus has forgotten what the sun looks like, but is given a refresher on the moon when Cha-Cha and Hazel break into his cell and steal him in the middle of the night. Ben holds him the whole time, but he’s so scared. So so scared.

Eudora and Lila keep meeting in the woods, mostly by accident. Lila starts telling her things, important things, and one day lets slip that the dead prince Klaus is alive and imprisoned in the Handler’s dungeons, to which he was brought from Grace’s dungeons. Eudora listens, enraptured, and nearly kisses Lila goodbye before remembering herself. This is how she wins Diego.

Diego finds out Klaus is alive from Eudora and is angry at her for using Klaus’ life as leverage, deciding to go see for himself. He overhears some guards talking about it, and is running down to the dungeons when he slams right into someone. They pull back, curse words on Diego’s lips, and Diego is met with Klaus’ wide green eyes, looking at him with some sort of euphoric wonder.

Overjoyed, Diego clasps Klaus’ face in his hands and kisses him. Klaus laughs, loud and bright, and slings his still shackled hands up to loop his arms around Diego’s neck, kissing him again and again and again. Their reunion is interrupted by a loud clang, upon which they realize they’re still in the Handler’s castle. Diego wraps his arm around Klaus’ waist and they run together, but skid to a stop in the shadows in the Great Hall, freezing as they stare across the room at Five, whose memories are slamming back into him as he lays eyes on his parents for the first time in eight years.

Klaus makes for him, Diego not far behind, but just as Five takes a step forward, finally broken from his shock, the sound of the Handler’s stilettos clicking down the hall come from behind. Their eyes meet again, Klaus’ widening as he realizes what Five’s about to do, but Five just shakes his head, mouthing, I love you. He then reaches out with his hand and sweeps them out the door with a snap of his fingers, locking himself inside with the Handler once and for all.

Devastated at the loss of their son, again, Klaus and Diego wander through the night, only settling down once to sleep, Klaus’ head on Diego’s chest. They whisper about their son and each other until dawn, finally rising to continue their journey. Diego manages to use a stick to pick the lock on Klaus’ chains, and they head for Eudora’s camp, Diego finally agreeing to join now that he knows his son is trapped in the Handler’s hold.

With Diego in the fold, Eudora’s army is combat-ready in no time. Eudora makes her way to the woods, waiting for Lila, who has finally agreed to leave the Handler and join Eudora’s cause. But instead of Lila, the Handler comes, having found out about Lila’s little excursions and deciding it was time to put a stop to it. She captures Eudora, taking her back to the dungeon, and starts making the moves to enact her big plan.

Lila finds Eudora’s bow on the ground in the woods and rushes towards her camp to tell Diego the news.

The Handler goes to retrieve Vanya from her cave, ready to use her secret weapon. Sissy screams, trying to stop her, but the Handler shoves her back, Sissy knocking her head on a rock and going limp. Vanya, seeing this and Harlan hiding behind a tree, screams, all of her power letting loose at once and shattering the cave and the curse that traps her in it. The rubble nearly crushes the Handler, but she saves herself with a shield, though not before Vanya is able to escape with Sissy and Harlan, disappearing into the woods.

She makes her home at Eudora’s camp, where Lila now helps lead troops with Diego, scared for Eudora’s life. Klaus helps the healers, and brings them undead soldiers to improve their numbers, desperate to bring his son home. Allison and Ray have an unstoppable magic act, and Luther has his own legion of soldiers to lead. They finally feel they’re ready, marching towards their positions to surround the Handler’s castle, when winter suddenly falls over the land and Grace emerges from the trees, calm and as cold as ever.

Agnes is behind her, trembling. Klaus gently guides her to their side, remembering how she helped him escape. Diego stares down Grace, saddened beyond belief at who their mother has turned out to be. Grace tells Diego she’s disappointed in him - he was her greatest prodigy, the only one she truly believed was strong enough to be a good soldier, the only one who had given up love - an ice blast gathering in her hand, ready for Diego’s heart. And then suddenly, Ben is in front of her, his eyes full of sorrow as he whispers her name - Hey Momma.

Grace’s blast desintigrates in her hand. She stares at the ghost of her long-dead son, tearing up, and falls to her knees as winter extinguinshes into dust around her. She sobs into her hands, apologizing over and over for all she’s done to them, and is shocked when Diego touches her shoulder gently, gazing at her with soulful eyes. Help us win this war, Momma, he says softly. Help us, and all is forgiven. She swallows, and nods, and takes his hand, walking with them into battle.

They march to the castle. Lila saves Eudora from the dungeons, who kisses her through the bars - I knew you’d come for me. Diego is leading one legion up against the back while Allison, Ray, and Luther lead legions in on all other sides. Vanya’s working on breaking down the magical shields the Handler’s put up. The Handler emerges, and the battle is in full swing.

Agnes is knocking out bitches left and right with her wooden cane, and Hazel is punching the lights out of anyone who gets too close. Cha-Cha closes in on Five, who’s caught up in defending Dolores, and strikes him with a spell that’s blocked by Klaus. Klaus, with fire in his eyes, steps in front of a wide-eyed Five with glowing hands and a morbid grin. Not my son, you bitch, he hisses, and proceeds to beat the shit out of Cha-Cha while Five grins and whoops before running off to help Diego.

Eventually it comes down to the Handler in the throne room. Her legions falling, she prepares to oblierate everyone with her powers, but Grace enters the room, ready to stop her. They engage in an epic battle of gold and ice, in which Grace is fatally wounded by the Handler. She uses the last of her power and strength to impale the Handler on an icicle, watching with a smile as Diego brings a battleaxe down on the Handler’s neck, Grace’s eyes fluttering closed.

The kingdoms are reunited under Allison’s common rule. She rules alone, though married to both Ray and Luther, and her siblings make their homes in her court. A statue of Grace spins in the courtyard on the other side of Dolores and Ben, all surrounded by flowers. Eudora and Lila remain unmarried, but travel the world together. Ben still talks with Klaus, who helps organize all the parties at the palace. Diego is the captain of the guard and Five enjoys childhood, though he is also regarded as a fierce warrior in his own right. Vanya and Sissy settle down in the woods with Harlan and Agnes and Hazel stay down in the villages on a farm (they have a lot of cows). They’re all very happy, and very safe. Well, until Leonard the king of tar shows up. But that’s a story for another day.

Oh, and there are dragons. Because reasons.

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cedricstower · 4 years

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Hear me out but poly relationship of Cedric x Reader x Greylock?

oh ABSOLUTELY!

~gender neutral reader~

Poly Relationship between Cedric x Greylock x Reader

how all three of you end up together is beyond me or anyone else in Enchancia

at first it was just you and Cedric, you guys had been incredibly committed to each other albeit for a short while, but you guys seemed to have something really special between the two of you

the day you meet Greylock is when you two cross paths at a Conjurer’s Conference (if you’re magical, it’s probably your first time going together, but if you’re not, Cedric probably offered to show you around and you’re beyond excited), much to Cedric’s confusion because he thought Greylock would’ve been exiled by now

“All I had to do was use the ol’ charm on them and I got re-instated in three years time!”

“Of course” Cedric grumbles, annoyed beyond belief

you however are fascinated, taken with this jester-esc wizard. You begin to ask him a multitude of questions, annoying and confusing Cedric even further.

“So what did you tell the guards?” “What did you do?” “Are you a royal sorcerer too?”

Greylock was more than happy to answer all your questions, quite endeared by your wide-eyedness

Cedric’s probably standing there like “what is happening????”

You get distracted by a booth that catches your eye, give Cedric a kiss on the cheek and tell him you’ll be right back after checking it out while he catches up with his friend

You run off, and a smug looking Greylock walks up beside a still grumpy but slightly softer Cedric

“Well, they’re quite a catch, aren’t they, Cedric old chum?” He says, giving his comrade a wink

“I will fucking stab you” is what Cedric wish he could’ve said, however he settled for crossing his arms and grumbling something incoherent, good call, Ceddy.

over time the more you and Greylock cross paths, the more you guys get to know and enjoy each others company. Much to Cedric’s distaste.

You really don’t understand what Cedric doesn’t like about Greylock, but you decide not to push any questions on him for now

every time you two hang out, Greylock dazzles you with magic tricks, humors you with harmless pranks on the villagers, and occasionally attempts to woo you say via conjuring a lovely pink tulip for you.

You always have so much fun with Greylock. He was charming, witty, and smarter than people gave him credit for... sort of like your Ceddy. They didn’t see it, but they have a lot more in common then they both think

it’s not like Cedric stops you from hanging out with Greylock, god forbid he let himself be one of those boyfriends. He’d sooner throw himself back in the dungeon than control any aspect of your life (unless of course you were cheating on him or harming yourself in any way shape or form, stuff like that, but those aren’t relevant here so we’re not gonna unpack all of that)

however he starts getting suspicious when you two act a little more than friendly around him...

you were bidding Greylock goodbye when you gave him a small kiss on his cheek, to which he smiled and told you he’d keep it there forever.

this made you laugh, he always did

heading back to give Cedric a hug, he continued to stare off in the direction that his “old friend” had taken off to

“what was that about?” he asks

“huh?”

“Th-that, that kiss you just gave to him.”

You wave your hand. “Aw, hun, don’t worry about it. It was just a friendly little kiss.” You said, gently and playfully pinching his cheek which always caused the blood to rush to his face from embarrassment.

Cedric trusts you, he always has. It’s Greylock he doesn’t trust. They way that man looks at you... he knows what it means because he’s had to give you the exact same look for a whole year before you realized he liked you. However Cedric was much less crude about it.

he’s not proud to say it’s something he thinks and worries about a lot, his own insecurities of not being good enough slipping in every now and again, not that he’d tell you though

but he’s shockingly unsurprised when you and Greylock, as gently as possible, approach him about a relationship.

“All three of us, together! I think... I think it can really work out.”

“And I concur! Whadaya say, Cedric old chum?”

Immediately Cedric’s first thought was “No. Absolutely not.” No way was he willing to let you go about gallivanting with this jester of a sorcerer in a romantic sense.

It’s not that he didn’t want you to be happy, he really did, but it was Cedric who wholeheartedly denied he and Greylock could ever get along in a romantic sense, they were barely able to stay cordial for Merlin’s sake!

he’s shaking a little, but gulps down his internal thoughts and sighs. “I’ll think about it.”

the following week is a bit awkward for you two, every time you touch Cedric’s shoulder, it’s the lightest of feather touches and you speak to him extra carefully and softly, because you know this sort of proposal is telling him one thing

that he isn’t good enough for you

it comes to a point when you’re both lying in bed, and he’s finally ready to talk about it with you. He takes both your hands in his and locks his hazel eyes onto yours.

“Y/n, I-I really want you to be happy and... and have a fulfilling relationship but... before I continue, I need you to promise that... that it isn’t me. Is it?”

you know exactly what he means by that. And how could it be him? He was looking at you with wide eyes glossy on the verge of tears, it made your heart shatter and those tiny pieces melt.

“Oh, Cedric...” you brought a hand to his cheek, softly caressing him. You never used his full name unless you were being completely serious. It was always either ‘Ceddy’ or one of the various sweet pet names you had for him. “Of course it’s not you. You’re perfect.”

He’s hesitant at first, but he felt the honesty drip from your tone and radiating from your soul. Softening, he smiled. “Well, in that case, I suppose I don’t see the harm in you two having a relationship.”

You are beyond excited and leap into his arms for a hug, blurting out a thousand ‘thank you’s’ while feverishly kissing him up and down the side of his face, sending Cedric into a giggling mess.

Goodness gracious you were adorable, if he caught Greylock treating you with even the slightest bit of mistreatment, he’d be sure to cut all ties between you two and that monocle-wearing warlock immediately

as time went on, you and Greylock became inseparable. Prompting you to always convince Cedric to join in on your dates.

at first he’d only come along for you, and any time Greylock attempted to put the moves on him Cedric swerved that bitch.

but the more those two are forced to spend time together for your sake, the more they actually start to bond

at first, it’s mostly over their adoration for you

“Isn’t y/n just the cutest little crum, Cedric ol’ pal?”

“I suppose I can’t argue with you there, but do be careful with the “cute” word around them, they absolutely hate it.”

“Oh? I bet they’re adorable when they’re mad~”

Cedric rolls his eyes playfully. “Oh on the contrary, they’re horrifying. But... their cheeks do puff up and get red and it’s admittedly endearing.”

this was the start of a beautiful... romance? friendship? nobody really knows, least of all Cedric and Greylock

you notice how much more Cedric starts to loosen up around Greylock, he actually laughed at one of his jokes for the first time! It made your stomach do flips and your heart squeeze itself in your chest.

it makes you so happy to see your boys getting along <3

and it’s only a matter of time until Greylock had successfully won Cedric over, and he needs to announce it in the most dramatic way possible

he storms into the workshop one day, where you waited for Cedric because he “had a surprise” for you

Greylock kicks down the door with Cedric being carried in his arms (much to his embarrassment, his arms crossed and his face on fire) and loudly proclaims that he had finally “claimed Cedric’s ass”

this causes Cedric to yell out a surprised, “WHAT?” and push Greylocks face away while he stumbles out of his arms. “I did not agree to you saying that!”

too bad, it got you laughing and Cedric blushing, which is all Greylock wanted out of this to be honest

from then on, you three are the most chaotic polyamory in Enchanica

Greylock’s always trying to get you both to laugh, thought it’s easier for you then Cedric

yes, he occasionally resorts to tickling him, and Cedric is extremely ticklish

they still bicker a lot though, and you’re typically the peace-keeper. Though luckily none of you actually argue.

it’s usually over petty things, like how the bed shouldn't be used as a cracker platter Greylock

“Well then why is it called a spread sheet, Cedric?”

yeah this is usually how mornings go.

obviously they’ve calmed down a lot since dating though, knowing if they wanted this relationship to work, they’d have to be more level-headed with each other

dates are always super fun though! You guys alternate between your interests and even have a whole weekly date-night chart (courtesy of Cedric)

Greylock, because he’s a clown at heart, really likes the stereotypical “fun” dates like amusement parks, carnivals, swimming, dancing, bars, ect.

Cedric is partial staying inside because at heart, he’s an introvert and an old soul, so a day inside the workshop with the two of you, some tea, snacks, and a game of chess is more than enough for him (in a modern AU he’d enjoy movie nights at home and cuddling on the couch, fantasy/fantastical being his favorite genre)

you’re a little more adventurous than Cedric, but not quite as outgoing as Greylock, so you enjoy outdoor dates like festivals, nature walks, concerts, picnics, all that Fun Summer jazz.

however if you guys literally have no idea what else to do, going out for dinner is your go-to.

Cuddle-piles that turn into naps??? 100%

Cedric clings onto you and Greylock while Greylock has you in his lap, and his arm around Cedric while you three are lying down

Greylock is one for giving you both creative surprise smooches. Once he gave Cedric one of those squirt flowers but instead of spraying him with water a pair of comically puckered lips jumped out and planted one right on Cedric’s mouth.

Of course what he thought was gonna be a sweet gift turned into a gag, but Greylock made it up by giving him a real peck on the lips after

he tried the same thing on you after, but you were smart and declined, even after Greylock pretending to pout and beg you to take it lest he die from your lack of love, but you weren’t having it and laughed while tapping his nose

“Nice try, hunny bun.”

you know that meme that’s like “What if I put the oven to 40000000 degrees and baked the cookies for 1 second?” and one friend on the line is like “no wtf you’ll burn your house” and the other is like “lmao do it”? Yeah, that’s Greylock, Cedric, and you, in that order.

#ask #anon #this was so much fun to write thank you #sofia the first #sofia the first headcanons #stf #sofia the fandom #cedric the sorcerer #cedric the sorcerer headcanons #cedric the sorcerer x reader #cedric the sensational #cedric the sensational headcanons #cedric the sensational x reader #greylock the grand #greylock the grand headcanons #greylock the grand x reader

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hasliaran · 3 years

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Undertale is owned by Toby Fox

Sooner or Later You’re Gonna be Mine is written by Staringback.

TimeHealsTale - Still a WIP by me.

Meet my undertale OC from TimeHealsTale which is an AU living rent free in my head. They are a canon MC that replaces the real Sans (age 5) after he got dumped into a tub of Void by Gaster to be forgotten.

Name: Comic Sans Du Font (Comic/Komi)

Age: 22 (5 years younger than canon Sans and 8 years older than Paps)

Job: Monster Healer that does House-calls. (Not a Judge; Sans disappeared because he was a Judge)

Profile in Game: Toriel’s Contact, The Smuggler, Summon Healer (after befriending; limited to 5 calls (diff. work phone no.); rapid calls will assume it’s a prank and not be picked up for a certain period of time.)

This is not her usual outfit but I just really wanted to post it.

In my head, the scene goes …

- she fell into the void trying to pull out a deformed still 5 years old Sans when she was going through her father’s stuff in his lab dungeon. (Occurred after the barrier broke)

- Sans was in a mega huge test tube floating in pitch black Void essence (frozen in stasis as no time passes through Void), so she couldn’t see anything or knew he was inside. Only after she accidentally tipped it over, smashing it to pieces, when trying to push it out of the lab that she realised there was an effing toddler inside it.

“Dad, seriously?” Comic got fed up already with the mess her father left behind after he got scattered.

- Cue her trying to grab the kid out of the muck only to fall in and be dropped down into another universe with the little one.

(Yes, this is the multiverse travel scene excuse and I love it)

Back then, Sooner or later your gonna be mine just uploaded a new comic chapter on YouTube. Hence, my brain went overdrive and said it’s a free real estate. So, I imagined the duo getting found by the skeleton brothers before the story started from rumours of them pillaging around trash sites, random food thefts and small skeletons offering up to do odd jobs.

Other skeletons than them, huh, curious.

Them skeletons in that story was already huge as heck though, now imagine a five a year old and a roughly five foot skeleton with a slight build running around what was essentially a mob era in the 1920’s.

The first thing that would go through their thick skulls was KIDS, THEY ARE KIDS, WHO HERE F***ED AND DIDN’T USE PROTECTION ?!

So much shenanigans from just trying to chase them down. ^_^

In the end, Komi and Void/V (little Sans; Komi’s not that creative at naming) were lured in by food, an offer for a roof over their heads and warm baths. Yep, tragic.

Little sans doesn’t look like a sans anymore here but a mere smooth skull shell with two big eye sockets and nothing else. I meant that literally. No lips or teeth as those were melted away and a pitch black body with stumps for legs. (look at Hollow Knight; Ghost but without the horns and has smoothen out round cheeks at least. I love that game.)

The last thing he remembered was that his aunt (step sister actually but he knows her as auntie) giving birth in the Underground Hospital and his uncle (Gaster) pushing him into a tub of black liquid, watching him drown.

And now he can’t talk since his lips is sealed shut.

Moreover, someone with his name who looks like a lot like his auntie and a bit like his uncle was dragging him around somewhere. It’s hella weird and confusing and he can’t cry properly. (Yes, HK reference here)

Yes, there is a story here for the duo that will coincide with SoLY’reGBM. Mostly, with Komi claiming Bara Sans courting skills were lame as hell no wonder Frisk ran screaming. This happen only at the time they were all comfortable enough to diss each other. Still, she and V were treated like sassy annoying younger siblings.

One’s assumed to be a teenager another a preschooler. So both were admitted to schools by force and with threats for Komi by Gaster since he didn’t want them in the house 24/7. Also to just enjoy the fact they have money now to send someone in their place to experience school. Papyrus here loves it that someone gets to experience and tell him all about while also not being the youngest in the family anymore.

Komi, in hindsight was 50/50 about it. Hating the idea at first before going, huh, maybe it’s not so bad… Hence the outfit up there. ^

She only has been to pre-school when her mother was alive and nothing else since, Gaster, her father, deeming it useless and only had been homeschooled by him. As much as you could call being locked in a room and told to read/answer these sheets of questions or not she’s never allowed to feed Papyrus as homeschooling activities. It happened in a period of when she was 10 - 14, so Paps would be 2 - 6. Damn well, she learned to memorise and spit everything out like a photocopier.

Seeing the Gaster in this universe sorta freaks her out. Making her wait to be ordered and when she doesn’t gets the order or the orders were just a pat on the skull and be told to behave, nothing else. She will proceed to look at him funny only to realise that oh, this is not dad. The three brothers can see that gal there has been through some shit and it’s not the fun kind. This also makes them question whether they should let them go back to wherever they came from, and that’s a whole other bag of fish to fry.

Komi knows they are a mob family, accepts it because hey her dad had a dungeon where he cuts up humans and eats SOULs for breakfast so why not this?

Only to find out they are pretty nice for a family and was this what a family suppose to be like? She liked it.

Komi with V/Void -, I will protect you my new baby brother that I have adopted at first sight with my body and SOUL. Which she does, she was raised with her Papyrus who was always aimed at gunpoint by her father. Basically, a rinse and repeat cycle situation in her eyes. Only to find out that no, nobody was out to get V!

She felt so gosh darn free in this universe but felt as though she was missing something all the time.

Yep, her found family from back home. So, definitely gotta get out of here somehow.

While also going to high school and befriending your adopted uncles’s enemy’s niece. Fuku Fire. Definitely not telling them what she did. They are gonna get so pissed.

Fuku - I have befriended the cool kid that’s not afraid to talk back against adults and was already a pro in home economics, who is also a skeleton Monster, meaning from a rival family. My parents and Uncle *pedo* Grillby must never know.

Comic will also be going through the motions of life here while figuring out how V’s powers work to send them back home and be getting a supply of Uncle’s favourite mustard since he’s been bitching about it every day by now.

He and Gaster will most definitely never know.

Nah, they know. Comic is a freaking blabber mouth that tells everything to this version of Papyrus just like she does in her own universe. Confirmed, she’ll be outed within 3 days by Paps and a fight about who she befriends was not their business.-at Gaster - who then sees it as an opportunity. Which leaves her storming out yelling they are all the same. Gaster and her Gaster.

Shit goes down that day, and everything went A-okay. Komi would make attempts to not overlap her father’s image over this guy because really, this Gaster is the farthest thing to her dad that’s a centuries old psychopath craving the secrets of the multiverse who would instead have not let her run out the house unscathed for yelling nor talked through things with her when she was brought back.

Darn guy was pretty nice.

Sans and Papyrus of this universe : who are you and what have you done to our brother?

G: What was that?

S&P: Nothing. S: (mutters under his breath) bias piece of sh*t

Then there’s that scene where they now got a new area to govern. Komi and V finds it weird but okay. *shrugs*. It felt like they were going to govern their territory or something. Sounds like basic Royal Guards one-o-one shtick her middle bro’s and friends’ kinda work. Seems simple enough.

It was not simple. I repeat, it was not simple.

G: No, we do not have to patrol the area.

G: No, we do not do shifts to monitor criminal activities.

G: It’s just an area that we will get a claim to.

G: But I need the humans here to be comfortable with Monsters, so I am going to let loose Papyrus on them. Since, we also have you two as well. Feel free to interact with the Humans. Tell me if anyone gives you three any trouble, Sans and I will personally deal with it.

S: wut? Yes? Yep, whatever he says goes. Better listen to your elders, brats.

P: Really, Sans?

C: So-, you want us to help around with the people in the area? Like charity work? Give free food and all that?

G: (how did she jumped to that? but otherwise, she’s not wrong.) … Yes-, that. Feel free to use your green magic on them as well if you have to but only when necessary. I don’t want you to suddenly disappear because your own loose lips.

C: Alright. (Does an excited fist pump) This is gonna be awesome~! …. Heyyy, did you just-

P: And I will be sure to guard them. (No arguing here from the other brothers)

V: (pouts and hand signed) N-O-T—B-A-B-Y

P: (could only stare at this being that barely reaches his kneecaps) Of course, little one.

All I know is, all of them are sassy sarcastic shits and there’s way more to be continued here.

So byeeee~

#timehealstale #undertale #undertale au #fanart #fanfic #fic ideas #sooner or later you’re gonna be mine au idea #do not repost #do not copy #multiverse #dimension travel

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memesfromstuff · 4 years

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*: ･ﾟ✧ the walking dead season 3 episode 7.

feel free to change pronouns, wording, etc. as needed!

“ you don’t even know why you’re here, do you?”

“ i didn’t mean you no harm.”

“ i lowered my gun, but you raised yours.”

“ you were an asshole out there.”

“ what y’all did, leaving me up there-- people wouldn’t do that to an animal.”

“ we went back for you.”

“ ain’t you thoughtful?”

“ tell me where he’s at. i’m sure he’d like to bury the hatchet. let bygones be bygones.”

“ he didn’t make it.”

“ well, i hope he went slow.”

“ you can’t tell me he’s alive and then hold off on where he is”

“ i remember you.”

“ yeah. you’re the sneaky one. the one with nerve.”

“ you don’t scare easy, do you?”

“ now, i wanna know where they’re hiding. where your camp is, and i wanna know now.”

“ where the hell are they?! tell me!”

“ should we help her?”

“ are you bit?”

“ get a blanket, water and a towel.”

“ whoa, whoa, whoa. steady now.”

“ it’s all right. it’s all right. hey, hey, look at me.”

“ look at me.”

“ who are you?”

“ no. we’re not going to hurt you. unless you try something stupid first. all right?”

“ you wanna tell us your name?”

“ everything all right?”

“ you’re gonna wanna see this.”

“ we’ll keep this safe and sound.”

“ there doors are all locked. you’ll be safe here.”

“ we can treat that.”

“ i didn’t ask for your help.”

“ doesn’t matter. can’t let you leave.”

“ i’m sorry. oh, god.”

“ okay, i’ll meet you in the lab.”

“ sorry about that.”

“ no problem. i’ll be back.”

“ actually, i could use your help with something now.”

“ i said i’ll be back.”

“ no. i wish it were just that.”

“ we can tend to that wound for you, give you a little food and water, and then send you on your way.”

“ you’re gonna have to tell us how you found us, and why you were carrying __.”

“ what happened?”

“ were they attacked?”

“ they were taken.”

“ taken by who?”

“ hey, these are our people. you tell us what happened now!”

“ don’t you ever touch me again!”

“ you’d better start talking.”

“ you’re gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound.”

“ find ‘em yourself.”

“ you came here for a reason.”

“ you know a way in?”

“ place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through.”

“ how’d you know how to get here?”

“ i gotta hand it to you, a lot tougher than i remember.”

“ no surprise you lasted this long.”

“ it’s just a matter of time before they come looking.”

“ i’ll bake a cake with pink frosting. would they like that?”

“ ain’t nobody coming.”

“ think i’m in this by myself?”

“ you can’t take us all. there’s too many of us.”

“ there ain’t a pair of nuts between the whole pussy lot of you.”

“ we’ve been on the road, not hiding in some dungeon.”

“ how do you know we can trust her?”

“ you can’t go alone.”

“ i’m gonna keep my eye on him.”

“ wasn’t this place overrun?”

“ and you cleared it out all by yourself? just the few of you?”

“ i had to.”

“ no one should have to go through that.”

“ how long will you be gone?”

“ look, if something happens while we’re gone...”

“ what do you think?”

“ stay safe.”

“ bring them back.”

“ thank you for this. you’re doing us a great service.”

“ what did he say?”

“ all righty, i want you to imagine how i felt.”

“ last chance. where’s your group?”

“ you’re a pretty big snack for this fella. but you know what they say-- he’s gonna be hungry again in an hour.”

“ we didn’t have the resources to treat him, so he volunteered to be a test-subject.”

“ he’s been very co-operative, he’s a very remarkable man.”

“ you’re close?”

“ when they turn, they become monsters, that’s all.”

“ whoever they once were is gone.”

“ you haven’t seen this before, have you? the transformation.”

“ weren’t you with anyone when everything went down?”

“ their people may come for ‘em.”

“ so, what? he won’t break? say where his people are?”

“ you’re a touch son of a bitch.”

“ we’ll need him for leverage if his people come.”

“ what you try to kill him for?”

“ he pissed me off.”

“ i’ll take care of it.”

“ we’ll take you back to your people, explain this was all a misunderstanding.”

“ you tell us where they are, and we’ll drive you there.”

“ i can’t allow that. your people are dangerous.”

“ i don’t know anything about that.”

“ you just tell us where they are and we’ll bring them here.”

“ you’ll be safe, i promise.”

“ so you gonna talk?”

“ you can do whatever you’re gonna do. and go to hell.”

“ they have patrols.”

“ we’re better off on foot.”

“ how far? night’s coming.”

“ i know what you did for me, while i was working things out. thank you.”

“ there’s too many of them.”

“ keep it down.”

“ the smell. it’s loud.”

“ what the hell is that?”

“ who the hell are you?”

“ i don’t mean any harm.”

“ get out right now!”

“ there are walkers outside.”

“ i’ll call the cops.”

“ now, i need you to lower your gun.”

“ don’t do anything rash. everything’s fine.”

“ let’s just take this nice and slow, okay?”

“ it’s in my pocket. now, i’m just gonna reach down nice and slow.”

“ let go! let go of me! i’ll kill you!”

“ that could be anything.”

“ we have to try.”

“ drop it.”

“ we’re through with games.”

“ that place is overrun.”

“ how many are you?”

“ blood is blood, right?”

“ makes me wonder where your loyalties lie.”

“ i want to know exactly what we’re dealing with.”

“ you kept your word. that you’d be back.”

“ hey, hey, shh. it’s all right. it’s all right. it’s over now.”

#rp memes #roleplay memes #sentence starters #rp sentences #starter sentences #[ category: tv series.]

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shnuggletea · 4 years

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Hey there! How are you doing? I hope you're well and good, prospering and safe. Here's another chapter for your Sunday when you get a minute. Anyone waiting for the epilogue to STYH please be patient. My keyboard still isn't working (currently typing with the on-screen keyboard). And, tbh, I'm super invested in my originals right now. Very excited about one actually and I can't wait to get it done (working on the edits suggested to me by a publisher). Which you can imagine how difficult without a keyboard. Luckily, it's mostly changes that are easy, no long blocks of writing as its done just needs fixing. STYH needs to be written entirely, a difficult task without a keyboard.

Anyway, thanks for all your support. The Inuyasha fandom is the best fandom as far as taking care of its members. Other fandoms need to use this one as an example.

Wanna catch up or stay in the know? You can find and follow/fave the fic by heading over to my page on ff HERE or AO3 HERE.

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Chapter Seven

Things were running smoothly. She spent all her evenings in the infirmary, treating everything from yeast infections to jammed fingers. How long the demons in this place had simply suffered with the longer healing process from the runes, she didn't know. But the yeast infection had sighed in relief when she gave them the ointment and they applied it heavily. They weren't allowed to leave with the tube, so a return visit was imminent.

When she walked the rows to her seat with Miroku and Shippo, Inuyasha sometimes gracing them with his presence, the odd demon gave her a nod of respect. A month later and she was no longer called White. They called her Doctor.

"What's up Doc!"

Lopsided grin, she stepped up to sit next to Kagura in the warm sun. "Jakotsu, why do you talk like an old cartoon all the time?"

"Wha? Bugs Bunny is the shit and when else am I going to use it?"

He flipped a long dark lock over his shoulder as he spoke for some kind of emphasis. She was giggling at him but no one else did, they were all on edge and she didn't know why. Until the entire yard got quiet.

The guards were still taking off chains, standing in her view, but she would have known who it was regardless. She recognized the blood-red aura.

Kagura was already on her feet, standing on top of the picnic table and jumping slightly. Everyone was still quiet but Kagura's squeal would have been heard over the noise as she leapt into the air and then onto the stoic demon.

The Dog demon was loose.

His black scrubs stood out painfully against his pale coloring. Everyone kept their distance, save for Kagura, swinging herself around his neck and planting very affectionate kisses all over his face and neck. Now red lipstick stained his otherwise flawless porcelain skin. Planning on depositing the woman, the two made their way closer to the group.

Out of nowhere, Miroku appeared at the side of the table. "Kagome. A word please?"

She had just gotten to her feet when Kagura stopped her, wrapping an arm around her neck and pulling her down the rest of the way into a hug. "Kagome, meet my man. Sesshomaru!"

"We've met."

His eyes were just as cool as they had been in the dungeon. "Yeah. The Warden had me…"

"Pay us a visit. The Doctor is why I'm getting some extra time out of isolation."

"Really?!" Kagura screeched, squeezing Kagome's neck tighter. "You're the BEST Kagome!"

As soon as Kagura's hold lessened, Kagome was pulled back a bit harshly. Miroku really wanted to talk to her it seemed. But he was focused on the Dog demon. "If you're out then does that mean…."

"Sadly, yes. Right behind me."

"Great. Kagome, let's go."

"Go where? We're all stuck here!" Jakostu cried.

Even Kanna looked a little uneasy. The old teenager just looked pleased and smirked eerily.

Before he stepped out into sight, she felt him. The wicked strands of hate that burrowed inside him she would never forget. Naraku was getting released too.

"Remember, Doctor, what we said about fear." Sesshomaru warned.

Taking a deep breath, Kagome got herself under control. What could he do to her here anyway? It's not like he would even have the slightest interest in her, she was just a White. Regardless, Kagome found herself searching the yard for Inuyasha. He was on the other side of them, looking towards the door. Even he wasn't concerned with her, she was fine.

Fur tickled her hand and she jumped, looking down and finding the Kitsune. "Shippo?"

He was shivering, holding tight to her leg. "I'm scared, Kagome."

In a flash, she picked up the young demon and held him in her arms tight. If he was offended by her babying him, he said nothing and only snuggled in deeper to her. "Don't be afraid, Shippo. I'll protect you."

The chains rattled ominously in the terrible silence. Everyone was watching the show.

The light felt as if it was sucked away as Naraku stood, patiently letting the guards remove his cuffs. His eyes looked over the yard, a smirk on his face that turned upwards even more at the sight of Kagome. Even with his lips curled upwards, it didn't give the same impression as when anyone else smiled. No, Naraku being happy was not a good thing at all.

Miroku's hold on her arm tightened when Naraku set out towards them. If anyone was in the way, they quickly jumped out of it, giving Narkau a clear path to all of her friends. Who, whether conscious or not, slowly circled around her. Kanna got to her feet and stood next to Kagura, grabbing her sleeve tightly. The Teenage-Wonder remained where she was and watched while Jakotsu moved to Kagome's back.

Kagura and Sesshomaru didn't move, standing right between her and Naraku. "Sesshomaru, long time no see."

Sesshomaru didn't laugh, not that Kagome expected him to even if it was a good joke.

If Kagome were to guess, she would say the black scrubs marked the most dangerous. But with Sesshomaru vastly different in aura's and intentions from Naraku, she had to wonder if it meant something else entirely?

Leaning to the side, Naraku looked around the couple and to Miroku. "Still trying to keep the peace, Monk?"

"Nope. This one's mine." Miroku answered, wrapping his arm around her waist.

She hoped she didn't offend Miroku when she responded with a gasp of shock and discomfort. He didn't lessen his hold so if she did offend, he didn't care. "The Doctor doesn't seem to share your interests?"

"Why do you care?"

Naraku turned back to glare at Kagura. "Bitches should know their place."

Sesshomaru shoved Naraku back, the first time showing some emotions since she'd seen his face. His red eyes were glowing as were the purple streaks on his face. Demons like Sesshomaru never had a chance to escape when the laws changed.

"Watch what you say, Naraku." Sesshomaru warned.

Shippo shivered against her neck and she carefully petted him. With all these people surrounding her, Kagome's only fear was that someone would get hurt for her.

"And here I had been looking forward to a decent conversation with the Doctor. But every time we meet, there's meat bags in my way."

Taking advantage, Naraku slugged Sesshomaru, who clearly wasn't expecting the attack, sending him flying a short distance away. He backhanded Kagura who fell on top of the Dog demon. Miroku spun her backward, putting himself in front of her. In a move that was sure to get her in trouble to deal with later, Kagome tossed Shippo into Kanna, knocking both children down in a less violent manner than Naraku promised.

Now unburdened by innocence, she grabbed onto Miroku's back, holding onto his shoulders in hopes of keeping him back from the swirling black mass of hate.

"Out of my way, Monk."

"Fuck you."

A fist to his gut and Miroku stumbled. He remained standing, to Naraku's displeasure. A quick glance at the guards left her less than shocked that they stood watching, doing nothing.

Her fingers were starting to match Miroku's scrubs she held the material so tight. Weaken from the hit, she used her hold to toss Miroku away, getting him out of the way. Naraku didn't miss a beat, getting right in her face. He had her collar in his hold and ran a claw down her cheek.

"Hello, Doctor."

"Naraku."

"I was just thinking, blood for blood? What do you think? Then we could call it even?"

She kept control of her body, keeping herself from shivering. "You want my blood? Why?"

"Same reason the Warden wants mine. Power."

Ripped off her, Kagome stumbled a little when Naraku was knocked back by a body colliding with his. She was in shock, finding Maten crouching before her with his brother at his side. "Don't touch the Doctor!"

The laugh that billowed out of Naraku had her struggling to contain herself. "Come now, boys. I only wanted to thank the Doctor. After all, if it wasn't for her kind words, I'd still be in lock up. Now I get to come out and play with all of you!"

A few words and sounds of concern were passed around the yard and Kagome watched as the nods of respect she once got now turned to glowers. How quickly the tides changed.

"They wouldn't allow demon killers like the two of you lose. This is a fluke!" Maten shouted with only a small shiver of fear.

She didn't understand. A demon-killing demon? It didn't make sense, why would a demon kill their own kind? Especially with the bans and restrictions on them as a race, it would be like shooting fish in a barrel with the fish the ones doing the shooting.

All of this didn't really matter right now, her attention pulled back to the couple. Sesshomaru was cradling Kagura in a manner she'd seen many times before. It had her wondering about the two… before her distracted attention cost her.

Maten was in Naraku's claws.

"None of you seem to mind when the Dog demon comes out to play. Now that it's my turn you're all going to give me shit?"

To prove everyone's point, Naraku tossed Maten right into his brother. She had just healed and helped the two of them only to get broken again so quickly. Naraku was stepping up to her, unimpeded again, and Miroku groaned on the ground near her. He was still rallying from Naraku's blow. How powerful was this guy when the runes weren't oppressing him to nothing?

Miroku's words were ringing in her ears about not revealing herself but with everyone still at risk, she was dangerously close to going farther than she ever had before with her gifts when her vision was filled with white. The snarl that came from Inuyasha was feral, more like an animal than any other sound he had made thus far.

Naraku laughed loudly and viciously. "I wondered when you'd show your ugly face, Inuyasha."

She had stepped up to grab the back of Inuyasha's scrubs but he pushed her back hard. "You're always a fucking problem, Naraku. I'm starting to get tired of your little tantrums."

"I just want a little blood from the Doctor here. Maybe you can coax it out of her for me?"

"What the hell does that mean?"

Naraku was on top of Inuyasha and neither was backing down. "It means I heard you purring to her from your cell the other day. And I smell her on your skin."

"She is my damn cellmate, I have no choice…"

"Don't insult my intelligence…"

Inuyasha huffed in Naraku's face. "You? Intelligent? The guy that got thrown in here thanks to a six-year-old?"

For some reason, that sent Naraku into a rage and close to ripping Inuyasha's throat out. The hanyou didn't even flinch while she was trying to breathe. Naraku's darkness was overwhelming and her body screamed for action like never before. She knew all that her gifts could do and had been taught to never use them like that. It had never been too hard, until right now and she felt like she might pop. All she could do was hold it back and fight against natural instinct, praying she wasn't 'showing'.

But Inuyasha caught on, glancing over his shoulder and paling at the sight of her. "Go ahead, Naraku, hit me. This is already your last time outside your cell."

Inuyasha was right, the guards were already moving into place, small guns in their hands that she wondered what they did. If this had been a test then Naraku had clearly failed. Sesshomaru was still sitting on his hands, playing the game as the Warden wanted him to. Naraku was going to go back to hell and Sesshomaru was going to stay.

Naraku made one last attempt, lunging for Kagome and ignoring the rest. Which was why Inuyasha got his fist to connect with his neck. Coughing and sputtering, Naraku fell back and glared at the two of them. But then fell to his knees so the guards could chain him back up and sneered at Kagome. It was all so surreal and confusing as hell. Here was the most powerful and dangerous creature she'd ever seen and he allowed himself to be chained up so easily? What was in those guns? And what the hell were the guards?

Naraku was gone and everyone still kept their distance. The monster from the basement wasn't the only one these demons were afraid of.

Just like before, Inuyasha turned and showed her blood-colored eyes. This time she took notice of the purple streaks under his eyes. And how he looked just like Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru who was sitting next to Kagura on the picnic table now. They looked like polar opposites, Sesshomaru stoic and clam while Kagura was loud and affectionate. It was cute.

Inuyasha was not cute right now, looming over her and growling.

"Next time, I'm going to let Naraku bleed you dry!"

He turned from her and her blood boiled with her rage, pulling off her shoe and throwing it. It hit him in the back of the head and a few brave souls laughed. Inuyasha wasn't laughing, slowly turning back to her with his eyes still red. "No one ASKED FOR YOUR HELP!"

On top of her in a blink, Kagome struggled to breathe with his sudden nearness. His scent permeated her very essences as there was no escaping it as his angry hot puffs of breath wafted against her cheeks. "You wanna run that by me again, White?"

"Look around, Inuyasha. Not a single person here asked for you to step in. If it's such a HUGE inconvenience then next time, save yourself the trouble and let me get torn apart! Then you can have your stupid cell and bed to yourself again!"

There were a few snickers and groans, reminding her of a fight in the halls back in school. Inuyasha smiled, but it only made her heart drop into her belly as it was the coldest smile she'd ever seen in her life. "That does sound nice. I can do as I please in peace again. But," he reached down, pulling Miroku to his feet, "I'd rather this piece of shit remain whole. I might need him someday. I couldn't give a shit about you, White."

"Are you kidding me? Miroku was out of danger! He didn't need your help either! You just wanted to show off, to show that you could 'take him' like you said in the basement." She was already walking away, going around Inuyasha and Miroku as he was held up by Inuyasha. "You don't need to worry Mate, I heard you, loud and clear. I know you don't give a shit about me and I could care less!"

She shouted the rest over her shoulder, retreating to the dark halls inside. With so many injured, she needed to be at the infirmary anyway and the guards didn't question or try to stop her. She just really hoped it was far enough away from the yard to keep them from hearing her angry sobs of pain and frustration.

oOo

It made her feel so guilty, the infirmary full thanks to her, and yet she was thankful for the distraction.

Shippo and Kanna sat on a bed near her, watching her work while she checked over Maten and Hilten for any bones to reset before they healed back. She really didn't want to have to re-break any bones here. Shippo had a scraped knee and Kanna a bruised cheek but was fine otherwise. She was keeping an eye out for Kagura to appear. No way she would go for long without stopping by and there was no way to know how long Kagura had been without a doctor already.

"Alright, you two are good to go."

Hilten hopped to his feet, dragging his brother along behind. "Thank you, Kagome."

She tried to not worry too much about Maten's obvious infatuation with her, hoping it would pass soon. Who had time for things like love in here?

There was a commotion out in the hallway and Shippo tensed. "Why don't you two head back outside?"

She cooed at the two of them, gently pressing them towards the door and following them out to make sure it was safe. Her eyes felt like rolling out of her skull at the sight of Inuyasha dragging Miroku towards the infirmary.

"I'm fine...Inuyasha…"

"You can barely breathe idiot!"

The guards were itching to jump in on the two for whatever they could. At least that's how it felt to Kagome, pushing the children on and out of the way to step between the fussy couple and the edgy guards.

"You got hit pretty hard, Miroku. I should take a look."

Miroku's smile was pained, "Whatever you say, Doctor."

Inuyasha sighed loudly but followed alone behind the two of them. The guards didn't let Inuyasha past the doorway but he didn't fight them, just watched from there. It made it faster, without an x-ray, to find the problem since she was right there for the fight. Pressing right where Naraku's fist planted in Miroku's stomach, he still groaned with her gentle touch.

Using the ancient stethoscope, she listened to his lungs for a few seconds. "Well, I'm pretty sure you've got a broken rib. Which is why you're struggling to breathe."

"Pretty sure?" Inuyasha asked in his irritated tone from the door.

She ignored him and focused on her patient. "I'll give you some pain meds to help you breathe. Just make sure you don't restrict your breaths, you could get pneumonia."

"Whatever you say, Doc."

Glancing back, she eyed Inuyasha and matched his frown with her own. "Are you injured?"

He huffed. "You were there."

"Then you don't need to be here!"

Mostly, she just didn't want to feel his eyes on her right now. His aura was being weird, tinged red around the edges of his gold. It was beautiful and she hated admitting it. So she really didn't want him here at all.

The guards pushed him back and after a scoff, he walked away. Miroku chuckled a little, in part to his ribs but also so not to be heard. "You shouldn't be so hard on him. He's trying he just lacks...tact."

"He lacks a lot more than that."

Bottle of pills in hands, Miroku stopped her angry shaking with a gentle touch. "Kagome… do we have a patient and doctor privilege?"

"Do you mean, can I keep a secret?" She asked, placing pills in his hand and trying to soften her annoyance.

"More than that. I need to know that you'll NEVER tell Inuyasha I told you this." Her and Inuyasha didn't really talk so it didn't seem like it would be a problem, nodding her head in silence to give him the go-ahead. "Inuyasha asked me to keep an eye out for you. He's the reason I went over there to get you when Naraku was coming."

"Wait, what?!"

Miroku held up a hand to quiet her, not wanting even the guards to hear him say this for some reason. "Don't get me wrong, you're very cute and sweet. I would have helped you anyway. But I like ruffling Inuyasha's feathers and it's so cute how irritated he gets when I hesitate." Miroku laughed while she was in stunned confusion. "Oh, I love making him beg."

Miroku was wiping tears from his eyes while she felt like her head would explode. "Why would he send you? I'm… I'm so confused right now."

She gripped her head as if it would help and Miroku frowned. "Come now, Kagome. The problem is you have the wrong idea about Inuyasha entirely. Not that anyone would blame you. On the surface, he's been a complete asshole to you…"

"Exactly. A full-on, righteous, self-absorbed asshole…"

"Which is exactly what he wants you to think. Even if it bothers him. Not that he would admit it. To anyone."

"I still don't understand."

Miroku sighed and patted her arm. "Remember when you were attacked? Hmmm? Thunder Brothers went after you for no reason?"

"They wanted to leave my body on the bed for… Inuyasha to find… but I told them he wouldn't care…" Miroku was silent, letting her put it together. "But he would have cared? He didn't even know me then."

"Doesn't matter. Because everyone in here hates him."

"Why? I mean, he's no picnic.."

Miroku glanced behind her to the guards. She glanced too, finding them completely disinterested. "They hate Inuyasha because he's the one that got Naraku locked up here."

And that’s what black means! See you next weekend!

#inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha fandom #inuyasha x kagome #inukag #prison AU #naraku's the bad guy #naraku shows up #again #doctor's in the house #learn a new color meaning #faulkner writing

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