#kai arrived when there was still daylight

[booasaur]

NCIS: Hawai’i - 1x22

#ncishawaiiedit #ncis hawai'i #lucy tara #ernie malik #yasmine al bustami #jason antoon #ncis hawai'i 1x22 #kate x lucy #kacy #femslash related stuff #dawww #as always appreciate these moments being included #it's the pining #I wonder if--had kate showed up like a normal person--would lucy have just smiled at her and struck up a convo #kai arrived when there was still daylight #and lucy just waited and waited as the sun set #meanwhile kate's probably pacing outside trying to work up the nerve and almost leaving like 15 times #well it worked out in the end #:)

[comfort-questing]

night and death and the rain are given (p2)

prologue here

For an odd indefinite frozen moment, nobody moved - not Adelinde beyond them in the hall, or Diluc stunned into motionlessness in the doorway, arms unexpectedly full of his half-conscious burden; and most alarmingly not Kaeya either, dark head nestled against Diluc's chest, bloodied fingers tangled in a desperate grip into the fringes of his coat. Diluc could feel his body shaking with each quick, sharp breath.

He shut his mouth on the words what happened; Kaeya didn't give a sensible answer to that kind of question anyway - he never had - and at this point the explanation didn't really matter. So he took a deep breath and mastered his voice with an effort.

"Adelinde. Go wake Elzer and tell him we need the grounds searched and a watch set till daylight. We don't know who might be about. Then come upstairs and bring bandages."

"Very good, sir." Adelinde's voice startled him, closer than he'd expected; he looked back over his shoulder to see her standing there, hands white-knuckled together. Her eyes were fixed on Kaeya and wide with worry. "Shall I wake Moco too and send her across the lake for a doctor?"

"Yes - that would be best, I think." Better safe than sorry. Even if Kaeya was up and about again and insistent on being just fine by then, Diluc would still appreciate a professional opinion.

Surely, surely Kaeya would be all right - he tried to tell himself. They wouldn't need a doctor, this would be a scare for nothing in the end...

But as he crouched down and slid an arm under Kaeya's knees, gathering his foster-brother's limp body up awkwardly in his best attempt not to fight free of Kaeya's grasping hands, he couldn't make himself believe that somehow.

*

He did eventually have to pry Kaeya's fingers loose of his coat, upstairs in his own room (the warmest room and the cleanest at the moment, what with the jumble of harvest-season confusion). Kaeya mumbled something incoherent and struggled ineffectually, but lay still enough when Diluc had got him onto the bed.

Archons only knew where all the layers of muck on Kaeya were from, at this point, and from how many days of travel in what condition. A quick search for any hidden injuries showed only the usual bruises and scrapes from running about in the wilds, and that left the main source of bloodloss to investigate. The flickery firelight kept tricking Diluc into thinking Kaeya's eye was opening, but his foster-brother showed no signs of awareness by now, nestling into the bedcover with the boneless weight of exhaustion. That helped Diluc feel less guilty about the likely pain of tugging layers of blood-stiffened makeshift rag bandages free.

Diluc hissed his breath in between his teeth, looking. Two knife stab wounds at the bottom of Kaeya's right ribcage, the skin already flushed bright with infection around them. One strike had gone all the way through, the exit wound on Kaeya's back smaller but equally festering. With the bandages gone, all three wounds were seeping blood again, a bright dreadful red that ebbed and flowed with Kaeya's sharp breaths.

Kaeya whimpered softly into the cover, flinching away from Diluc's hands, but only reflexively it seemed, his eye still closed.

"It's all right, Kay. I'm here." Diluc spoke anyway, mostly in an attempt to calm the panic tightening in his own throat and chest. "You're home and we're going to help you. It's all right."

Ridiculous empty words, stupid promises, to go alongside the childish nickname he'd slipped up with there. He rubbed a hand through Kaeya's tousled hair, gritting his teeth as he felt the feverish heat of his foster-brother's skin. What in the name of winds had led Kaeya back here of all places? Convenience only, he hoped; no terrible meaning in such an abrupt homecoming under such circumstances...

He was saved by Adelinde's arrival then, with bandages and water and medicines; and while he was usually the one being patched up here in this room instead of the helping set of hands, this at least moved into slightly more familiar territory. He held the washing-water for her, and replaced it with fresh water over and over again as it grew dark with mud and blood; and then he held Kaeya, too, as Adelinde cleaned the wounds and probed out threads of torn cloth and fragments of splintered bone where the knife-blade had hit a rib.

He made a lot more stupid promises, of the same sort as before. It's all right and you'll be fine and almost done now and things like that, as Kaeya struggled weakly against the arm laid across his chest, against Diluc's hands trapping his. The firelight and the candles had blurred in his eyes like raindrops on a window, and he was far past caring to wipe the tears back, even if he'd had a hand free to do it.

"Master Diluc, sir?" Adelinde spoke quietly, looking up from her work.

"Yes?"

"I don't think I should stitch the wounds shut; there's too much infection to seal them up in this condition. He's already lost so much blood, though. Do you think - that you could help me a little?"

For an instant he stared blankly at her, his tired and desperate mind not grasping what she meant; then he saw the metal probe she was holding out to him, and he understood. He didn't want to understand, but he understood.

He scorched the floorboards a little, clumsily, but the tip of the metal was red-hot with Pyro when he handed it back to Adelinde.

This time he shut his eyes tightly and held Kaeya close, just as he'd done all those years ago, when he was the big brother and able to defend against all nightmares and fears and shadows - shut his eyes, and pressed Kaeya's face into the hollow of his shoulder, shielding him helplessly and hopelessly as his foster-brother screamed in pain.

This time, there were no words left, and no promises.

#whump #hurt comfort #genshin impact whump #genshin whump #crow writes a thing #crossposting to ao3

[goblarsgist]

*THANKSGIVING*

Did God not say that all I require is THANKSGIVING?

It was a long time ago that my child hood friend, John Bosco, shine shine Bobo, Mr E , a thoroughbred Ibadan born and bred who lived in Bodija but despised his aristocratic upbringing had this conversation with me .

Verbal rumours had gone round town that Mr E had consumed two cartons of Star Lager beer at a sitting, 24 bottles in all!

Elemsy was my childhood friend, two houses separated us and we saw almost daily except when we both were in school. He was the most jovial and boisterous Human being that I ever knew. He kept no guile nor malice against anyone. He dressed smart, walked briskly and never missed playing the organ in Church on Sundays, and Squash on Saturdays.He passed quite a couple of piano exams examined in the UK and was usually compensated for by his father who was quite fond of him, being the only boy amongst five girls.

So I took it upon myself to clarify this myth or rumour of " Mr E drank 24 bottles of his favourite Star Lager beer", a brand from which he earned a well deserved appellation, " shine shine Bobo".

So I asked Mr E, if truly he drank as much as was being rumoured...and his response still remains fresh in my memory even though he died a long time ago .

Shine shine Bobo explained to me, starting with his familiar word, " apparently, apparently" and I paraphrase. Sir Kay, you know, apparently, it was my birthday and I wanted to thank God, ( for my life) so I went to Joanis Guest house bar and bought a carton of beer,( Star Lager) to thank God hoping that my friends would come around and partake in it. Well,I had to start drinking in anticipation that others would stroll in and be my guest. Now, it was in the days of telepathy where we just happen to walk or drive around town without any sense of responsibility or purpose like a head struck violently with a stick, ( _bi ori ti won shan ni'gi)_

We - myself ,Tolu, Tayo, would congregate first at Bodija guest house where Mr Luke's diminutive wife would serve us "meat goat" pepper soup and beer , and from there to Bamboo corner where we were serenaded with Jazz music by Daddy Cl , B and with S,( of blessed memory) on the bass guitar. We would later meet again in the evening at Ay's Tin Tin to enjoy what we thought was life! Ah! Those American dough nuts at Tin Tin were simply the best!, fresh, crunchy with a thick but enjoyable coating . I still remember Ay coming back home in his regular brown coloured Mercedez Benz 200 blasting the Lyrics of King Sunny Ade from protesting car speakers.

Back to Mr E ' s narrative, he enthused further that from drinking one bottle to half a carton , he proceeded to the third , sixth , and ninth bottle , till the carton found itself empty, but filled up with empty bottles.

He was not in a hurry to get home, the country was safe then, that was the period that my mother had reported me to her elderly uncle's strict wife that Kayode was fond of coming home at night .

M's mum, God rest her soul had accosted me on an evening stroll and said ," ehen, you! Your mother complained that you are a night crawler, you know, a well brought up child does not wander at night, neither is the dead of night a respecter of persons"!

I summoned courage and reminded her that night was safer than daylight as a lot of murders during that period were executed during the day, Kudirat Abiola, Dele Giwa and so many others. Mummy M gave me a well deserved scowl, walked away as if in a trance! I knew that it was not a good idea to visit M at home again.I never discussed this with M, may Mummy M's soul rest in peace.

Again,Mr E continued that after consuming the first carton of 12 bottles, he still anticipated the arrival of friends anonymous, but many were expected, but none came!

So, he continued with a second carton that sat idle below his bar " _stood_ ",( _stood_ as pronounced by ill- literates) . Mr E, non plussed, concluded and confessed that he actually consumed two cartons of Star Lager beer at a sitting, to thank God on and for his birthday.

Mr E and I met frequently when we both worked in Lagos around 1998/99. We had concluded arrangements on occupying a flat together, it was that week that my resignation letter was approved at the University of Lagos to start a teaching career at U.I where I was a registered PhD student. It was that same week that Mr E was shot in front of his street while taking an innocent stroll.

May the soul of Mr E, my "brother" and childhood friend continue to rest in peace. Death indeed is only the absence of presence, you are fondly remembered today and always,Elemsy, shine shine Bobo!

* Postscript.

I sincerely thank all those who showered me with love in years past, present and...too numerous for a well deserved roll call. I am extremely grateful and thankful to you all, I write this with a heart of gratitude and thanksgiving. And May I also confess how I savoured thus red sweet wine , 11% , Produce of Spain to the point of downing one full chilled bottle and requested for another one at a social function when my gee and wine barometer, aunty I, gave me a familiar bombastic full eyes look and removed the sweating bottle of Le_Merit wine from my presence saying that enough was enough! _O'obirin_ !

Korgi©10:47 am 7/1/24

#talesfromibadan

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol.9 Mukami Yuma [TRACK 1]

Original title: 北風に吹かれて

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 9 Mukami Yuma

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 1: Hit by the Northern Wind

The wind blows harshly in the background.

*Rustle rustle*

[00:29] “Oi, Sow. Are you listening? I thought the situation was hopeless now that you’ve gone to a place far out of my reach, but I was wrong. If ya can no longer be by my side, I just gotta go to yer side instead, right? It’s easy. Whether it’s eternal life, or eternal death, eternal always means ‘forever’. It’s the exact same thing. What really matters is the fact that we are together. If we truly love one another, we have to be by each other’s side at all times.”

*Rustle*

[01:27] “Heave-hoh…Heh. You’re so light. For real. ーー Well then, let’s get goin’. In search of our ‘forever’…”

*Woosh*

A flashback starts.

[02:23] “Godー The wind’s crazy today. Couldn’t we have done our groceries some other day? …Che, it’s hard to walk with all of these darn bags. You’re carryin’ a few yerself so don’t trip, ‘kay?”

You say it’s because Yuma bought too much food.

“Hehe. Oh shut up! Nothin’ wrong with eatin’ the stuff ya like, is there?”

You question him. 

[02:54] “Ya love to call me out on the weirdest things, huh? Who says that Vampires can’t have a big appetite? Well, this amount should carry me over for quite some time. When it needs to be used up, we can just throw in some veggies from my garden and make a stew or pot-au-feu as well.”

You note that would be yummy. 

“It’s takin’ me blood, sweat and tears to grow those bad boys, ‘course it’s gonna be delicious! Ahー Borscht sounds nice as well. My red beets are outta this world!”

Yuma suddenly comes to a halt.

[03:30] “Oi, gimme those bags after all. I’ll carry them all.”

You shake your head.

“Look. Yer pace has been slowin’ down this whole time. The bags are heavy, aren’t they? I’ll carry them for ya.”

You hesitate.

“That’s what I offered to do from the very start, but ya refused to give in. A few bags extra barely makes a difference for me so don’t hold back.”

You hand him the bags.

*Rustle rustle*

“...There. Let’s go.”

The two of you continue walking again.

[04:12] “...Oh. Hey, something’s off ‘bout ya. Why are ya walkin’ so slow? Are ya tired or somethin’? Maybe I shouldn’t have let ya carry those heavy bags? It’s darn cold today as well.”

You look away.

“Don’t avert yer gaze. If ya wanna try and dodge the question, you’re gonna have to try a lil’ harder. Tell me what’s up. Don’t try lyin’ ‘cause ya don’t wanna bother me either.”

You admit to feeling a little sluggish. 

“Haah…I knew it. Ya gotta tell me that sorta stuff sooner!”

Yuma looks around.

[04:55] “Um…Is there anywhere we could rest up? Actually, there’s a park over there, isn’t there? There should be a few benches then. Follow me.”

*TIMESKIP*

You arrive at the park.

[05:39] “Come on. Take a seat here.”

You sit down on the bench.

“Haha! What a loud sigh! Ya must have been really exhausted.”

You nod.

“The cold takes its toll on the body after all. I remember sufferin’ quite a bit during winter back when I was still human as well. …Come on, lean ‘gainst me. It’ll make it a bit easier on ya, no?”

*Rustle*

[06:15] “...Hehe. Look at ya rubbin’ yer face ‘gainst me. Are ya a dog or somethin’?”

You chuckle. 

“Oh…There’s a vendin’ machine over there. I’ll go buy ya somethin’ hot to drink, ‘kay?”

Yuma gets up and starts walking away but you stop him.

*Rustle*

“Ah…Hah? What? Let go.”

You insist that it’s fine just sharing body warmth. 

“I’m warm? Whatcha goin’ on ‘bout? I’m a Vampire, remember?”

You pout.

[06:55] “Haha…Geez, fine then. God.”

He sits back down.

“Scoot a lil’ closer then. If it makes ya feel at ease, we can cuddle as much as ya want.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Mmh…Yeah. Perfect.”

You snuggle your cheek against him again.

“Hehe…Look at ya cravin’ affection…”

You yawn.

[07:30] “What? Ya gonna doze off like this? Oi, wake up…You’ll catch a cold.”

“Oh…Your eyes are watery. …Are ya temptin’ me, huh?”

You tilt your head to the side and frown. 

“Tsk. …How much an airhead can ya be? Ya don’t have to do anythin’ for yer scent to drive me absolutely crazy. Ahー …Haah…My fangs are achin’…”

*Rustle*

“Say…Ya don’t mind, do ya? Lemme have a lil’ sip.”

You protest.

[08:19] “Nobody watchin’, trust me…Besides, even if they were, nobody would even notice. They’d just assume we’re some couple gettin’ it on.”

You pout.

“That’s exactly the kind of expression which gets me goin’…I’m basically dyin’ to pounce ya….

*Sniff*

[08:48] “I’m gettin’ my fill of yer blood…”

You eventually give in.

“...’Kay. Good girl. Hah…”

Yuma bites you.

*Sluuuuurp*

“Ahーー It’s delicious, just as I thought…”

*Rustle*

*Sluuuuurp*

“Hah…Ahー The more I drink, the more I crave it…I can’t get enough…”

*Sluuuuurp*

[09:51] “...Say? How ‘bout ya? Can ya feel my fangs?”

You nod.

“No longer bothered by the cold, I bet?”

He takes in your scent.

“Let’s get even more heated…Mmh…”

*Sluuuuurp*

“Mmh…”

*Sluuuuurp*

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle*

[11:00] “Hah…Nothin’ beats yer blood. It just melts on my tongue. …Oh. Oi. What’s wrong? Are ya alright?”

You admit to feeling faint.

“...Fuck! Did I suck too much? Don’t worry. I’ll make sure ya get home safely.”

He gets up.

[11:36] “Hop onto my back.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“I’m offerin’ to carry ya on my back. Ya can still crawl on there, right?”

*Rustle rustle*

“There we go. Now hang on tight, ‘kay?”

You say sorry. 

[11:56] “Idiot. I’m the one who got lost in the moment and sucked too much of yer blood, so don’t apologize. …Hm? Aren’t ya kinda lighter than usual?”

You frown.

“Oh well. You’ve always been a lightweight, so I guess it’s just my imagination.”

*Rustle*

“Come on, let’s go home.”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers daylight #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[nightbreezethroughmywindow]

hey lmao I'm making a fan-made house of ashes chapter for dead by daylight which had been itching the darkest corner of my mind for a fat minute. if you play house of ashes and don't know what dead by daylight is its a 4v1 online horror game where you either play as a killer trying to eliminate 4 survivors or one of 4 surviors trying to complete generators and escape the trial. adversely, if you've played dbd but not house of ashes, I highly recommend you play it so a lot of the things in here make sense, it's a very good game with 4 US soldiers and an Iraqi soldier in the midst of the war in 2003 all being trapped in an underground cavern with a shit ton of vampires. both are very good games, and I've just decided to add this in because why not lmao

IF YOU'RE INTERESTED PLEASE CONTINE AJSHHDHS

NEW SURVIVOR: JASON KOLCHEK

Jason Kolchek was never a perfect person. His life had been moving slowly, consumed by drugs and poor decisions. It wasn't until a week after the Twin Towers had been attacked that it clicked in his mind that his life was going downhill fast. Around that same time, a recruitment letter had arrived at his home. A letter asking him to join the U.S. Marines. He took the opportunity as soon as he could.

During his service, he realized that a new start meant he could become a new person; he could be someone who wouldn't get high the day his country experienced one of their worst tragedies ever inflicted onto them. His new persona meant a new meaning for himself, it gave him a sense of belonging amongst all the other new recruits.

A staple of this new attitude was his hat, a hand-painted baseball cap with the date 9/11 written on the front. He almost never stopped wearing it, and others had commended his dedication to his country because of it.

A short while after enlisting Jason would meet one of his close friends, Nick Kay. The two were seen like peas in a pod to all their surrounding marines, and any other person would tell you how lucky either man was to have a friend like the other.

Jason's attitude and capabilities helped greatly in the marines' decision to move him to Force Reconnaissance. His action hadn't gone unnoticed, and his work ethic only grew. It wasn't long after when he was upgraded to First Lieutenant and became the leader of his own squad. Jason had finally felt recognized for his efforts, and now he could proudly say he was right where he wanted to be.

Until him and Nick were stationed in Iraq.

Around the tail-end of the war, Jason and Nick had been stationed at an embassy taken over by the U.S. and tasked with manning a checkpoint to separate the civilians from the enemy. The two were advised that the specific checkpoint they were stationed in had been stricken by suicide bombers previously, so caution was to be prioritized above all else.

One day while the both of them had been still monitoring the checkpoint, a woman came through with a large bag approaching the point. Jason had ordered for her to stop in order to check her credentials in usual fashion. She didn't listen. She approached closer to the line. Both Jason and Nick had warned her to stop. Her footsteps continued with no change in pace. A final warning was issued by Jason. The woman had crossed the line.

Caution was to be prioritized above all else. Jason ordered Nick to shoot to kill. In an instant, the woman was face down with blood trickling down her forehead. The two left their spot and checked her bag to disarm any bomb she may have kept inside.

There were groceries inside of her bag.

Following the incident, the two would be taken back to the base and kept there for a short while. Jason had brushed off the incident as all's fair in love and war, but deep down he knew he made the wrong call. The woman's face was still kept fresh in his eyes; he could see them at any point of quiet in his mind.

Wide. Fearful. Empty.

Nick had taken the incident far greater than Jason had. He would notice how Nick would mindlessly do anything requested of him, his eyes wandering into space and leaving him emptier than he had ever been. He wouldn't make jokes or have conversations like he typically would. To Jason, he was just barely there.

Three weeks passed until Jason's unit had been tasked with a special operation Issued by their Corporal and new Leader of their unit, Eric King. He was the lead engineer of a program named Caelus whose purpose was to find and locate chemical weapons along with any weapons of mass destruction. The program recently detected a stache near a small encampment deep in the Zagros Mountains, and it was their task to seize it's control. Along with Eric would also come Rachel King, Jason's former leader of his unit and a force to be reckoned with.

His team was deployed into the mountains and Jason's team descended onto the shepards' village. His squad took over the area with relative ease, however they would find no sign of chemical weapons anywhere.

It wasn't until a group of Iraqis rained down onto them that they truly felt like this search was for a reason. The two sides fought with all their might to take the other side out, using anything in their arsenal to deal devastating blows to the other side. But the battle ended unexpectedly when the ground broke below them all and they all would find themselves in a new kind of hell.

The soldiers would find themselves inside of a temple built very far in the past, and it seemed like excavators 60 years in the past had occupied that same temple as well. But now, the only things living in this ruin were an unknown species that wanted nothing more than to feast on the bodies of the new prey that had entered it's domain.

Jason's unit would take heavy losses, but along the way he would find an Iraqi soldier named Salim. Jason met the man with instant distrust and wouldn't try to see eye-to-eye with him. The two of them begrudgingly went through the temple together to get through the vampires, until they would find themselves in the lair where the creatures rested.

Salim watched the grand exposure and confessed all of his sins to Jason, admitting how he feels he failed as a father, and that all he wanted now was to go home to his son.

That was the moment when Jason realized that the people he had mercilessly shot at were people too. It's when his façade as a patriot diminished and he was forced to come to terms with who he was.

He spilled everything to Salim, the checkpoint, his past, his prejudices, everything. All he expected was disgust and disdain. Instead, he was met with acceptance and encouragement. Jason knew in that moment that this single Iraqi soldier was worth more than almost anyone he had met in his life up to that point.

The two men descended deeper into the lair of the vampires in search of a way to demolish them and keep them from ever hunting again. As they searched, the rest of Jason's squad met with the two soldiers as they came up with a plan of action.

Their goal was to head down to the vampires' cocoons and explode as many of them as possible. Nick was the one who decided to plant said bombs, buying the rest of his squad a safe escape and a chance to leave.

It was amongst the chaos that Jason realized Salim wasn't with them. He heard his quiet whispers of fear through the radio on his shoulder as he realized Salim was pinned down by vampires and couldn't move. Jason's squad pushed him to leave as they thought Salim was a lost cause. Jason looked over to them and commanded them to wait at the elevator for the two men, promising both of their returns.

Jason descended back down into the void to aid his new friend. Screeches of burning, raging vampires filled his ear until he couldn't hear. But the crackling of his radio sharpened his senses as he tuned in to hear Salim.

"Salim! Buddy, I can't see you. Where are these fuckers at?"

"...I'm in the center, Jason. Come find me."

Those words didn't sound like they were from Salim. Sure, it was his voice, but he knew for a fact that the man who was quietly whispering with fear a moment ago wouldn't reply with such calmness.

Still, he did as the voice was told. He ran into the center with strange devices surrounding him, yet he found no sight of the other man.

"Salim? I'm here, man. I can't see ya. Where-"

A loud screech rain downed on Jason. A vampire took notice of him and striked in an instant. It knocked Jason down and took his gun out of his hands, forcing him onto his back. Although Jason had reached for his gun, it was too late. The creature pinned his arms down and screamed into his face as it moved towards him.

Jason closed his eyes, embracing the death he was soon to experience.

But when he opened them, all was silent.

There were no vampires, or soldiers, or strange alien components. He looked down on his chest, but found he was unscathed from the vampire.

It was quiet.

Jason walked out to the darkness for a moment, wondering whether or not he was dead or alive, for he was very much still feeling.

His question was answered when the sounds of a fire cracking got his attention. He followed it to find a small group of people around a campfire.

Wherever he was, it wasn't Iraq. And there was no way he could signal for help.

NEW KILLER: THE VAMPIRE

Eons of traveling for the Martians would eventually cause a malfunctioning in their ship. They would crash-land in a planet known as Earth, landing deep underground in a temple lost to time.

What the Martians were not aware of, however, was the parasite that they had brought along with them.

With no way to counter this new threat, it wasn't long until any remnant of intelligent thinking was wiped from the Martians, as the parasite contorted them into a much worse version of itself. The Martians were changed into a brutal, carnage-fueled species solely intent on killing and reproducing.

Each time something new had disturbed it's rest, it's sole goal was to tear it to pieces.

The Entity took quick notice of this creature, especially the parasite that had taken over it's mind. All it needed to do was intice it into the realm with the promise of fresh prey.

COSMETIC DESCRIPTIONS:

HEAD- Jason Kolchek

The face of a man who would risk it all to ensure the safety of his team.

TORSO- Shemgah And Vest

A shemgah he gained during his time in Iraq paired with his camouflaged marine uniform.

LEGS- Leather Combat Boots

Kneepads and combat boots to prepare him for any hostiles he may encounter.

HEAD- Bloody Cap

A blood stained baseball cap to show people why he fought.

TORSO- Carnage Covered Uniform

A stained shemgah paired with his camouflaged uniform, although the vampire guts give him away.

LEGS- Bloodied Boots

The collection of vampire gore was felt in all parts of his body, including his shoes.

Salim Othman-

Salim traveled with a team of U.S. Marine Corps to escape out of an Akkadian Temple, however The Entity had other plans in mind for him.

HEAD- Short Buzzed Hair

All Salim wanted was to see his son again. Now, that day may never come.

TORSO- Iraqi Uniform

The uniform he wore that caused for the mistrust of the four USMC soldiers.

LEGS- Sturdy Boots

Boots that had seen countless battles, yet they still supported it's wearer.

Rachel King-

After the split of her and her ex-husband, Eric King, Rachel quickly climbed the ladder and joined the CIA as a Field Officer. What she never expected was to fight alongside the man she decided to cut ties with.

HEAD- Caramel Bun

Rachel was a commanding, tough-as-nails woman; characterized by her tight bun.

TORSO- Bullet Proof Vest

A vest worn to protect her from any bullets spent by hostiles, but it ultimately proves unsuccessful against the Entity's killers.

LEGS- Green Combat Pants

Thick pants held up by a leather belt, along with her climbing gear still attached.

Nick Kay-

Stationed on a chemical weapons expedition with his best friend Jason, Nick was prepared for every possible outcome. But nothing could prepare him for the horrors of the temple.

HEAD- Boonie Hat

A hat he wore to protect his face from the Iraqi desert, but also to hide the trauma he had experienced from the war.

TORSO- Tan Backpack

A vest and backpack which came with many different pockets and pouches for all of his supplies, all of which have been conveniently emptied.

LEGS- Desert Camo Pants

Equipped with a gun holster and knee pad, Nick thought he was prepared for anything. Well, almost anything...

Eric King-

Eric led his combat unit through the Zagros Mountains to search for a supposed chemical weapons stash. What they found instead, was for worse than anything they could have imagined.

HEAD- Wavy Blonde

Although Eric was very intelligent, his greatest weakness was his inability to not take every criticism to heart.

TORSO- Polo Shirt

A white polo shirt with a bulletproof vest strapped to it, along with a backpack which held his climbing gear.

LEGS- Navy Jeans

Unassuming jeans which hid his prosthetic leg from view.

HEAD- Protruding Fangs

The sides of its head clicked as it stalked and searched for prey.

OUTFIT- Webbed Wings

The outline of its body in the eclipse of the sun was one feared by the natives of the Zagros Mountains.

WEAPON- Primal Claws

Claws naturally sharpened to slice through flesh with ease.

HEAD- Bloodied Gills

The sounds of bleeding prey helped guide it to its unfortunate victim.

OUTFIT- Gore Covered Wings

It bathed in the blood of its victims, ready to reap its rewards from the recent eclipse.

WEAPON- Veiny Talons

The blood of its victims pulsated through its body like the parasite that took control of its mind.

NEW MAP: NARAM-SIN'S TEMPLE

REALM TITLE: Zagros Mountains

MAP DESCRIPTION: A temple once built by the vain king  Naram-Sin to appease the Gods and relinquish his people of plague and famine. A war with the Akkadian and Gutian army awakened an ancient evil, slaughtering everyone inside. The vampires inside would lay dormant for another 4 thousand years, until excavators in the 1940's would disturb their rest again. Another nearly 60 years would pass until soldiers fighting a war would find themselves nearly hundreds of feet underground.

MAP OFFERING: Pazuzu Statuette

Tremendously increases the chance of being sent to the Zagros Mountains map.

"In Sumerian Myth, they say the souls of the dead dwell deep underground in the House Of Ashes. Where they lived on dust, plagued by the demons of the underworld."

JASON KOLCHEK PERKS:

• Semper Fi-

You've learned that most people are good, you just need to realize it before they're gone.

After performing a cooperative action with another survivor for 30 seconds, Semper Fi activates. Once you begin healing another survivor, your healing speed is increased by 100% for 20/25/30 seconds. This perk can only gain progress with each individual survivor once.

"You're wrong. Salim's one of us now, and marines don't leave their own behind." -Jason Kolchek

• Precious Intel-

Being a marine has taught you one thing; no matter what situation you're in, you keep your team informed.

Whenever you stun a killer by any means,  the killer's aura is shown to you and all other survivors for 3/4/5 seconds.

"This is Mailman Two-One Actual signaling to all available units; do you copy?! Over!" -Jason Kolchek

• Joint Effort-

Your primary objective is to survive, and everyone needs to pull their weight to achieve it.

Whenever the killer kicks a generator within 16 meters of you, the aura of that generator will be highlighted in yellow and shown to all survivors for 15/20/25 seconds.

"Fan out and hold fire! We're gonna PSYOPS this shit!" -Jason Kolchek

THE VAMPIRE PERKS:

• Barbarity-

You cause unease amongst survivors, taking advantage of your brutality to hone in on those most vulnerable.

After you down a survivor by any means, the survivor furthest from you will scream and have their location revealed to you for 3 seconds, inflicting them with the Exposed and Oblivious status effect for 60 seconds. This perk is then put on a cooldown for 100/90/80 seconds.

"Never before have I ever seen anything...so vicious." -Salim Othman

• Bloody Decay

Keeping your prey weak only harbors on their downfall.

After a survivor is injured for more than 30 seconds, they gain a -5%/-10%/-15% penalty to all actions excluding healing until they are fully healed.

"I've seen ugly in my life...but never that ugly. What the fuck are we up against?" -Nick Kay

• Parasitic Influence-

The need to infect and spread your species trumps all other necessities.

You become obsessed with one survivor. Anytime the obsession heals another survivor, the next time they are injured they will be inflicted with the Broken status effect for 30/45/60 seconds. Anytime you down a survivor that isn't your obsession, the obsession's aura will be shown to all other survivors and your aura will be shown to the obsession for 3 seconds.

"That's not Clarice anymore. I saw her changing before my eyes." -Rachel King

THE VAMPIRE POWER DESCRIPTION:

It's limbs croaked and extended while it made its sharp ascension upward. Then, with one swooping motion, it landed on its prey; ready to reap its rewards.

PASSIVE ABILITY: ECHOLOCATION

The Vampire is blind and unable to see properly, however this doesn't render it any less capable of hunting.

• The Vampire can only see within 8 meters of itself. All visibility is covered with a unique filter.

• Survivors visibility is changed depending on the amount of noise created by them (up to a maximum of 64 meters).

• All noises are increased by 200%.

• Pools of blood are significantly more noticeable within 64 meters of The Vampire.

BOUNTY OF THE ECLIPSE:

Hold the Power button to activate Bounty of the Eclipse.

SPECIAL ABILITY: UNEARTHLY FLIGHT

Once active, The Vampire flies up to a certain range in the air (dependant on where Bounty of the Eclipse was initially activated). The Vampire cannot perform normal attacks in this phase. The Vampire floats above all objects, although it cannot land on top of objects that are not accessible by normal killers. This lasts for a total of ten seconds.

SPECIAL ABILITY: AERIAL POUNCE

Press the Attack button while Unearthly Flight is active to activate Aerial Pounce. After it is fully cast, Bounty of the Eclipse is put on cooldown.

• Survivors hit by Aeiral Pounce are put into the Dying state.

• Aerial Pounce is fully active after a 1.5 second casting period.

• Any pallets or breakable walls hit with Aerial Pounce are instantly destroyed.

• If contact is made with any solid during this period, The Vampire is shortly stunned before Bounty of the Eclipse is put on cooldown.

THE VAMPIRE ADD-ONS:

-COMMON

• Broken UV Light-

A flickering UV lamp. Despite the damage to it's main frame, it still flickers from time to time.

• Decreases the duration of Bounty of the Eclipse by 6 seconds.

• Grants 2000 bonus bloodpoints for using Unearthly Flight.

"Damn it! It's malfunctioning!" -Eric King

• Used Flare-

A flare used by the USMC to fend off the vampires. The heat still eminates off the used end.

• Decreases the duration taken to enter Unearthly Flight by 0.2 seconds.

"Is this it, flares?! Where's the ammo?" -Rachel King

• Fossilized Dust-

Dust from a long fossilized cocoon. Inhaling it would lead to unsavory consequences.

• Increases the movement speed while in Unearthly Flight by 3%.

• Ancient Brick-

A brick from the catacombs of Naram-Sin's temple. Despite the brittle texture, it still feels sturdy.

• Increases the range at which objects are visible to you by 4 meters.

-UNCOMMON

• Clarice's Cap-

A cap worn by a field biologist named Clarice Stokes. It flew off after her descent back into the temple.

• Increases the range of Aerial Pounce by 2 meters.

"Lookout? Lookout for what...?" -Clarice Stokes

• Bone Torch-

A torch made from bones, blood, and a ripped piece of fabric. Helped guide Rachel through the deepest crevasses of the temple.

• Decreases the casting time for Aerial Pounce by 10%.

• Bloodied Sickle Sword-

The sword used by the final Akkadian and Gutian to fend off the vampires. Blood still runs down the sides of the blade.

• Decreases the cooldown of Bounty of the Eclipse by 3 seconds.

• Humanitarian's Passport-

A passport for a French humanitarian worker who was sent to help in the war relief efforts. Her body will never be found.

• Decreases the cooldown of missed attacks from Aerial Pounce by 15%.

• Dar's Wallet-

The wallet of an Iraqi General which was  dropped down into the abyss. A picture of him and his wife is prominently shown in the front pocket.

• Increases the flight duration of Unearthly Flight by 4 seconds.

-RARE

• White Phosphorus-

An unopened shell of white phosphorus. Any form of impact on it will cause everything around it to be engulfed in flames.

• Survivors downed by Aeiral Pounce within 8 meters of a generator will cause the generator to immediately begin regressing.

• Rusty Stake-

A sharp fragment of a cargo truck. Despite it's damaged condition, it's bearer used it to kill more than a couple of vampires.

• Survivors downed by Aerial Pounce are afflicted with the Mangled and Hemmorage status effects.

"Jason! You've come to join the fun, eh?" -Salim Othman

• Vibrating Disc-

An odd device whose purpose is not fully understood. It's vibrations change depending on what angle it is held at.

• Decreases the cooldown of Bounty of the Eclipes by 4 seconds.

• Stone Tablet-

An ancient tablet depicting a man praying to the sun. Time has long since caused it's condition to decay.

• Increases the duration of Unearthly Flight by 6 seconds.

• Decreases the casting time of Aerial Pounce by 0.2 seconds.

• Machine-Gun Barrel-

The barrel of a gun used by the excavation team to fend off the vampires. It was brutally ripped off in the heat of a battle.

• Increases the casting range of Aerial Pounce by 3 meters.

"...I fear being taken, but I must do what I must. We must seal this place for eternity..." -Randolph Hodgson

-VERY RARE

• Starship Fragment-

What is left of the ship the martians crash-landed on the Earth inside of. Elicits an odd sense of nostalgia in the vampire.

• Survivors inside of your terror radius while in Unearthly Flight are afflicted with the Obliviousness status effect.

"They came from the stars. This isn't their home. It's an ark." -Rachel King

• Mary's Notes-

Studies from an expeditionist named Mary. Her findings showed that these creatures were once sentient before being infected.

• Downing a survivor with Aerial Pounce will cause all survivors within your terror radius to scream and reveal their location.

• Empty Cocoon-

A recently hatched cocoon. Dust can be found inside, along with a still-flowing vein.

• Survivors who generate any loud noise notification outside of your terror radius will have their aura revealed to you for 6 seconds.

• Naram-Sin's Helmet-

The helmet of the vain king who built a temple to appease the gods. His blood still shines on the gold of its face.

• Increases the visible range of objects to 32 meters.

• Pools of blood are now considerably less visible.

-ULTRA RARE

• Iridescent Parasite-

A glass-like parasite moulded from the Entity itself. This new, living parasite infects The Vampire with an all new type of bloodlust; one that can't be fully quenched.

• Survivors are no longer put into the Dying state when hit by Aeiral Pounce.

• Injuring a survivor with Aerial Pounce will block all pallets and windows within a 32 meter radius of the survivor for 12 seconds.

"That was inside of me. I'm going to kill that fucking thing!" -Rachel King

• Sonic Device Piece-

The last remnant of the device the Martians used to communicate. It reminds The Vampire that it was once from an intelligent and feeling race.

• Casting Unearthly Flight will reveal the aura of all survivors for 4 seconds.

"Mary believed that these creatures were once peaceful. Their language was one of music. How could they not feel emotion?" -Salim Othman

yeah that's p much it if you guys have any questions or additions lmk this took me too long to post 🦬

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[thewidowsghost]

The Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 2

Series Masterlist

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(Y/n)’s POV

That night, I have vivid dreams.

It is storming on the beach, and two beautiful animals, a white horse and a golden eagle, are trying to kill each other at the edge of the surf. The eagle swoops down and slashes the horse’s muzzle with its huge talons. The horse rears up and kicks at the eagle’s wings. As they fight, the ground rumbles, and a monstrous voice chuckles somewhere beneath the earth, goading the animals to fight harder.

I run towards them, knowing I have to stop them from killing each other, but I’mrunning in slow motion. I know I would be too late. I saw the eagle dive down, its beak aimed at the horse’s wide eyes, and I scream, No!

I wake with a start.

Outside, it really is storming. The kind of storm that cracks trees and blows down houses. There is no horse or eagle on the beach, just lightning making false daylight, and twenty-foot waves pounding the dunes like artillery.

With the next thunderclap, my mom and Percy wake. Mom sits up, eyes wide, and says, “Hurricane.”

Over the roar of the wind, I hear a distant bellow, an angry, tortured sound that makes the hairs on my arms stand on end.

Then there is a much closer noise, like mallets in the snad. A desperate voice - someone yelling, pounding on our cabin door.

Mom springs out of her bed in her nightgown and throws open the lock.

Percy’s POV

Grover stands framed in the doorway against a backdrop of pourning rain. But he . . . he isn’t Grover.

“Searching all night,” Grover gasps. “What were you thinking?”

Mom looks at me in terror - not scared of Grover, but of why he’d come.

“Percy,” she says, shouting to be heard over the rain. “What happened at school? What didn’t you tell me?”

I’m frozen, looking at Grover, not comprehending what I’m seeing.

“O Zeu kai alloi theoi!” Grover yells. “It’s right behind me! Didn’t you tell her?”

I’m too shocked to register that he’d just cursed in Ancient Greek, and I’d understood him perfectly, I’m too shocked to wonder how Grover had gotten here by himself in the middle of the night. Because Grover doesn’t have his pants on - and where his legs should be . . . where his legs should be . . .

(Y/n)’s POV

Mom looks at Percy sternly and speaks in a tone she’d never used before, and it scared me a little, “Percy. Tell me now!”

Percy stammers something about old ladies at a fruit stand and a story that lined up with the dream I had had two days previously.

Mom stares at Percy and then me, her face deathly pale in the flashes of lightning.

Mom grabs her phone, tosses me and Percy our rain jackets, and says, “Get to the car. All three of you. Go!

Percy’s friend Grover runs for the Camaro - but he isn’t running, exactly. He is trotting, shaking his shaggy hindquarters.

Where Grover’s feet should be, there are no feet. There are cloven hooves.

. . .

We tear through the night along dark country roads. Wind slams against the Camaro. Rain lashes the windows. I don’t know how Mom can see anything, but she keeps her foot on the gas.

I hear Percy ask, “So, you and my mom . . . know each other?”

I see Grover’s eyes flit to the rearview mirror, though there are no cars behind us. “Not exactly,” Grover replies. “I mean, we’ve never met in person, but she knew I was watching you.”

“Watching him?” I ask, turning around to look at the - saytr? - behind me.

“Keeping tabs on him. Making sure he was okay,” Grover says, then looks over at Percy. “But I wasn’t lying about behind your friend,” he adds hastily. “I am your friend.”

“Um . . . what are you, exactly?” Percy asks.

“That doesn’t matter right now.”

“It doesn’t matter?” Percy echoes. “From the waist down, my best friend is a donkey -”

Grover lets out a sharp, throaty, “Blaa-ha-ha! I’m a goat from the waist down.”

“You said it didn’t matter,” Percy replies.

“Blaa-ha-ha! There are satyrs who would trample you underhoof for such an insult!”

“Whoa. Wait. Satyrs. You mean like . . . Mr. Brunner’s myths?” Percy asks.

“Were those old ladies at the fruit stand a myth, Percy? Was Mrs. Dodds a myth?” Grover asks my twin.

“So you admit there was a Mrs. Dodds!”

“Of course.”

“Then why—”

“The less you knew, the fewer monsters you’d attract,” Grover says, like that should be perfectly obvious. “We put Mist over the humans’ eyes. We hoped you’d think the Kindly One was a hallucination. But it was no good. You started to realize who you are.”

“Who I—wait a minute, what do you mean?”

The weird bellowing noise rises up again somewhere behind us, closer than before.

Whatever is chasing us is still on our trail.

“Percy,” Mom says, “there’s too much to explain and not enough time. We have to get you and (Y/n) to safety.”

“Safety from what?” I ask. “Who’s after us?”

“Oh, nobody much,” Grover says, obviously still miffed about Percy’s donkey comment. “Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions.”

“Grover!” Mom scolds.

“Sorry, Mrs. Jackson. Could you drive faster, please?”

I try to wrap my mind around what is happening, but I can’t. I had a vivid imagination, yes, but even I could never dream up something this weird.

Mom makes a hard left. We swerve onto a narrower road, racing past darkened farmhouses, wooden hills, and PICK YOUR OWN STRAWBERRIES signs on white picket fences.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“The summer camp I told you about.” My mother’s voice is tight; she was trying for our sakes not to be scared. “The place your father wanted to send you.”

“The place you didn’t want us to go?” Percy asks, and I see him furrow his eyebrows in the rearview mirror.

“Please, dear,” Mom begs. “This is hard enough. Try to understand. You’re in danger.”

“Because some old ladies cut yarn,” Percy says, frowning.

“Those weren’t old ladies,” Grover says. “Those were the Fates. Do you know what it means—the fact they appeared in front of you? They only do that when you’re about to…when someone’s about to die.”

“Whoa. You said ‘you.’”

“No I didn’t. I said ‘someone.’”

“You meant ‘you.’ As in me.”

“I meant you, like ‘someone.’ Not you, you.”

“Boys!” Mom yells. She pulls the wheel hard to the right, and I get a glimpse of a figure she’s swerved to avoid - a dark fluttering shape now lost behind us in the storm.”

“What was that?” Percy asks, clearly also having seen the figure.

“We’re almost there,” my mother says, ignoring Percy’s question. “Another mile. Please. Please. Please.”

I don’t know where there is, but I find myself leaning forward in my seat, anticipating, wanting us to arrive.

The hair rises on my arms and the back of my head.

There is a blinding flash, and our car explodes.

Word Count: 1178 words

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[imaginefan]

You’re The One That Changed

Kai Parker X F!Reader 

Word Count: 862

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write a story about reader was dating Kai and then he changed so she broke up with him and he doesn't take it too well.

You had met Kai when you were younger and while you were close with Jo, you had always had a soft spot for Kai because he was the outsider to his family. They always said that he was different but you never seemed to see that, he was always nice to you and kept you close to him but then he disappeared and while you knew about the supernatural world they never told you where or why he left. You tried to find out for the first couple of weeks but after getting nowhere with his family you decided that you would have to move on until you were able to figure out how to find him again.

You had been travelling all your life, you never really had somewhere that you stayed for too long after being in Portland but you stayed in contact with Jo so that she could let you know if she ever finds out where Kai went. You dedicated a lot of your time to learning everything that you could while you travelled and that included how to fight most supernatural creatures, how to track them and even how to negotiate with them. It seemed the day had finally come as you sat in a small room with a vampire tied to a chair in front of some blackout curtains "I need answers quickly." You reminded him as you leaned back against the chest of draws that your phone was resting on, you looked down at it as you realised that the screen was lighting up. "Hello?" You asked as you answered the phone walking towards the vampire and crouching in front of him. "(Y/N) how fast can you get to Mystic Falls?" Jo asked. "Hello Jo, I'm good thanks how are you?" You asked sarcastically as you took the knife out of the verain before stabbing it into the vampire's thigh. "Start thinking." "Who was that!?" She asked. "Vampire that was killing kids on their way home from school." You answered. "In the sun?" She asked. "I'm supposed to be tracking a witch that is making daylight rings for vampires at a price." You answered with a shrug. "You needed me?" "We... we think that we found Kai." She answered. "You have?" You asked walking over to the curtain and opening it "Times up." "Did you just kill him?" She asked. "I'll be there as soon as possible," You said before hanging up the phone picking up your jacket, keys and weapons bag before heading out.

When you arrived at Mystic Falls, your bracelets let you know that there was strong supernatural energy around and that you were close to it you managed to track it to a restaurant, when you walked into The Grill you realised that it was empty and frowned before looking down at your wrist where the bracelet was still glowing, you heard a scuffle upstairs and run up the stairs, everything seemed to stop as soon as you were at the top of the stairs. He was there, right in front of you but it looked like he was trying to kill his sister "(Y/N)?" He asked as he looked at you and you nodded. "Liv go." You ordered as you gestured behind you to the stairs. "What are you doing?" Kai asked, you stepped into his path stopping him from going after her. "What were you doing?" You asked, there was something different about him, he wasn't the same person that you wanted to find and you were starting to think that there things that Jo never told you. "Look I just need you to get out of the way so I can get Liv back and then we can talk." He smiled as he reached forward, your bracelet tightened around your wrist and you jumped back away from him. "What are you doing?" "You were gathering magic, you were about to do something." You answered. "You don't trust your boyfriend?" He asked. "Trust you? I don't even know you anymore." You muttered as you pulled the knife from the holster on your waist. "You don't know me!?" He asked. "Nothing has changed, I've been stuck in the same day for 20 years. Nothing has changed!" Kai yelled "I've waited to get back to you! And now you want to tell me that we're done!" "Yes. At least until you figure out what you want and how far your willing to go to get it." You explained. "I just want to kill the rest of the coven and then we can go where ever you want." He argued. "Kai you can't just kill everyone, not everyone in your coven had a choice." You reminded him. "None of them wanted to save me." He glared and you shook your head. "Kai we're done." You said as you stepped away from hi, not turning your back as you walked down the stairs. "You think I'll just let you leave?" He asked. "You don't have a choice." You muttered as you threw the knife before disappearing out of the restaurant to find Jo and get her to tell you the truth.

Requests and general question!

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[e-of-west-glendia]

For the very amazing and wonderful and super super kind @sirrriusblack. I cannot believe I’ve only known you for a year and I’m so so glad I know you Kay Kay. Happy birthday and I love you so very very much.

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The dorm was silent at this time of night. Everyone had gone to bed hours ago and the only sound came from the soft rise and fall of people breathing and the quiet rustling of the curtains.

Marlene always insisted on leaving the window partially open. Lily could never figure out why but she just went with it.

The autumn breeze blew the curtains around causing them to look like ghosts under the pale light of the moon.

They’re mesmerizing to watch, and quite frankly Lily doesnt have anything better to do.

She’s found that she can’t sleep. Her homework had been done hours ago and everyone else had gone to bed. So curtain staring is currently her best source of entertainment.

Although it’s beginning to grow boring. It’s only so long that you can stare at strips of fabric fluttering with the wind.

She’s not sure what makes her decide, but next thing Lily knows she’s pulling on a pair of shoes and leaving the dorm. Heading down the stairs and making her way swiftly to the portrait hole.

It’s chilly in the hallway, and the silence makes her footfalls echo across the stone.

She lets her feet carry her wherever they wish, not quite paying attention to where she’s going.

However, when she reaches the quidditch pitch, it becomes apparent what her subconscious is doing.

She sighs a bit. “Of all the places.”

No use turning back now, she’s already here. Besides, she wanted to get out of the dorm and now she is.

If it was cold inside the halls of the school, it’s freezing out on the pitch. Whats even better is that Lily realizes that she forgot a jumper, or anything warmer than pajamas, really.

She sits on the ground, deciding to lay back in the grass. It’s peaceful out here, quiet. Lily can’t help but let her eyes close as she enjoys the peace being outside brings.

“Well you’re out late.”

The voice startles her despite its familiarity and she jolts upwards.

Jamec chuckles from where he hovers in the air on his broom. “Sorry,” he says, running his free hand through his hair and offering a somewhat sheepish smile. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Lily ignores the way her heart skips at beat at his laugh and soft smile.

“You’re one to talk,” she counters. “I’m not the only one outside.”

James snickers. “You got me there,” he says, hopping off the broom and sitting beside her. “What are you doing out here?”

Lily shrugs. “Couldn't sleep. You?”

James leans back onto his elbows, another one of his signature smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Captain of the quidditch team, Lils. Take every moment to train that I can.”

Lily raises an eyebrow. “It’s three in the morning, James.”

“Okay fine,” he sighs. “Couldn't sleep. Better?”

“Much.”

James just laughs and rolls his eyes, laying back and then folding his arms behind his head.

The two of them stay like that for a while, staring up at the stars.

“You just come out here when you can’t sleep?.” Lily asks eventually.

“Yep. So do you apparently.”

“Wasn’t intentional. Just kind of let my feet carry me, yknow.”

James turns onto his side, grinning. “Thinking about me Evans?”

Yes, she thinks.

“In your dreams, Potter,” she says, which only makes James laugh again.

Lily has to suppress a sigh. She’s started noticing things. The sort of things she’d have ignored last year and the year before.

Things like the way James’s eyes crinkle in the corners when he laughs. The dimples on his cheeks and the one on his chin. The way his eyelashes curl ever so slightly, just enough so that they don’t touch his glasses.

James stands so suddenly it almost startles her as much as when he arrived.

“Where are you going?”

James shrugs. “Flying.”

“Now?” Lily asks, slightly incredulous.

James nods at his already floating and previously abandoned broom. “Yep. Can’t see why not.”

“You’re blind enough in the daylight James, it’s not even remotely sunny out.”

He waves a nonchalant hand at her. “Quidditch Captain instincts.”

“You’re an idiot, Potter,” she mutters. Although if she’s being perfectly honest she’s thinking he’s several other things too.

“Maybe,” he says.

Lily shakes her head. “Definitely.”

She watches as James climbs back on his broom, expecting him to take off at any moment.

“You’re staring,” James points out.

“I’m not.” It probably sounds a bit too indignant to be believable and Lily is suddenly very thankful for how the darkness covers most of the blush that’s spread across her cheeks.

James only chuckles. “If you say so.”

He regards her curiously for a moment.

“Look who’s staring now.”

“Not staring, thinking.”

“About?”

James shrugs a bit. “You should come with me.”

Lily blinks in confusion. It takes a solid thirty seconds of staring at him blankly for it to click.

“Oh you mean up there,” she shakes her head quickly. “Yeah, no, I don’t fly.”

“Well you wouldn’t be,” he says and Lily rolls her eyes.

“You know what I meant.”

“Did I?”

“James.”

“Well where’s the harm in it.”

“Well theres-“ she stops short, not able to think of any suitable reasons.

“I was made quiddtich captain for a reason, Evans. Wasn't because I can’t fly.”

Lily just sighs.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

And she does, probably a lot more than she should.

Its why she finds herself standing and walking to his side.

“Yes, I do.”

The smile he gives her in return makes this idiotic sky adventure worth it.

A breeze spins through the air and Lily, who is rather forcibly reminded that she should’ve brought something warmer, shivers.

It doesn’t escape James’ notice and he frowns.

“You’re cold,” he says.

Lily snorts. “I didn’t notice.”

Then, before she can protest it, James has taken off his jumper and is extending it to her.

“Take it,” he says upon seeing the look on her face. “Really, I mean it. I’ll be warm enough when we get in the air.”

It’s never been a good idea to try and argue something with James Potter. So with no more protest than a small sigh, she slips it over her head.

The jumper is warm, about three sizes too big, and despite being the standard quidditch sweater, it’s distinctly James.

“Thanks,” she mutters.

“Anytime, Lils,” he returns. Then, “You probably want to get on now, can’t do much flying if you’re still standing there.”

“Oh, right.”

She settles herself onto the back of the broom. And after a quick check in, they take off.

Lily can’t help the way her arms tighten around James’ waist as they pitch upwards.

“Alright, Evans?” He asks, and Lily can feel the way his small laugh vibrates through his chest.

“Mhm yep.”

She’s trying mostly not to think about how far down the ground is. Or why the hell anyone would want to play quidditch.

As if sensing this, James says, “Eyes up, Lils. All the interesting things are up here.”

She hums in agreement as she looks up at the stars.

“Hold on,” James whispers and then he leans forward a bit.

How fast they’re going is soon lost to Lily as they streak across the grounds of the school. Spiraling upwards towards the top of the astronomy tower and then down to the lake, low enough for her fingers to skim the water.

She’s starting to see why he likes it up here. Nothing but the stars, the sky, and the air. The air that's fanning her hair out around her face and makes James smile as it brushes his face.

There’s a moment when when he turns back to look at her. The corners of his eyes crinkling into his telltale smile.

Of all the people she had to fall for at school it had to be James Potter.

The one boy she’d spent years being annoyed with and trying to ignore. And now, after all this time, he was the one she wanted the most. The irony of it was that since they had become friends, it seemed as though he wanted it to stay that way. Lily could deal with being friends. It was better than whatever the hell had been going on in years prior.

Or perhaps it wasn’t. At least then she didn’t feel the small pang in her chest when he smiled at her.

They touch back down onto the ground far too soon for Lily’s liking. James gets down first, offering a hand to help her jump down.

She lets her hand stay in his far longer than she should’ve and when she looks up at him to see if he’s noticed, she finds that he’s looking in the other direction.

“Well?” He asks when he finally turns back.

“Okay, I’ll admit that was fun.”

The triumphant look on his face makes her laugh.

“Don’t get too excited. Quidditch is still a ridiculous sport.”

“I’ll take what I can get,” he says.

She walks with him as he puts his broom away, and then the two of them walk back into the castle, all the way up to Gryffindor tower.

It’s not until she’s at the foot of the stairs to her dorm that she realizes she still has his sweater on.

“Oh! I forgot to give this back!” She’s staring to take it off, but he stops her by placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Keep it,” he says. “I’ve got plenty.”

She doesn’t have an answer for that and it’s not long before James says goodnight and heads up to his own room.

Later, when she’s back in her bed, Lily finds herself staring at that curtain again. She’s fiddling with a loose seam on one of the sleeves as she looks at the curtain.

The way the red and gold of it billows in the wind. It reminds her of when they were flying, and suddenly the curtain looks much less like a ghost and more and more like James.

She supposes that they’re the same things. The curtain ghost and James Potter. Like a ghost, James Potter is someone she can’t have.

But at least they’re friends she thinks. And as she falls asleep in the jumper he gave her she slowly realizes that maybe, that’s not enough for her.

#It’s kinda fluffy??? #ish?? #I’m an angst writer #I can’t fluff #but here have an offering of my Jily hyperfixation #hopefully I didn’t switch tenses a bajillion times #but ah well it happens #anyways #HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAYAKKK #I LOVE YOUUU #James Potter #Lily Evans #jily #jily headcanon #jily fic #Marauders era #Harry Potter

[tvdiaries-imagines]

Old Flame: Pt. 15

Warnings: Cursing & a lil touch of NSFW

Word Count: 3371

OLD FLAME MASTERLIST: CLICK HERE

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While this 7 hour road trip to Arkansas is taking place, you and Hayley offered many times to take over the wheel but Klaus did not budge. He’s had his fair share of you and Hayley taking the wheel a few times in the past. He’ll never put himself through such horror again.

Other than that, Klaus has informed you of everything he’s learned from Finn so far. You’ve learned that Esther’s first born, Freya did not die from plague, but she was taken by Esther’s sister, Dahlia in exchange for Esther to be fertile. The thought made you sick to your stomach, but if it wasn’t for Esther’s sacrifice, you would have never met Klaus.

That piece of information wasn’t the last of it. Klaus mentioned that every first born in the Mikaelson family belongs to Dahlia and since Hope is still alive, you hope that Dahlia doesn't come after her too.

This family cannot catch a break.

As much as you tried to stay awake for Klaus, he insisted you get some rest and you did just that, leaning your head against the passenger side window. He reached his right arm over his head for his jacket that is sprawled over his seat and placed it over you as a makeshift blanket, careful to focus his eyes on the road at the same time.

Once you are fast asleep, Klaus couldn’t help but steal a glance at your peaceful state. Outstretching his right arm, he rests his palm over your thigh, briskly caressing it with his thumb.

“You really love Y/N, huh?” A very awake Hayley mentioned from the back seat behind him.

Klaus flickered his eyes at the rear view mirror, waiting a beat before responding. “So it seems.” He sniggered lightly.

“Have you told her?” Hayley asked. After not receiving a response from him, she already knew his answer. “I think you should. I don’t know anyone else on this planet that would put up with you the way that she does.”

“Your advice is touching.” Klaus hid his vulnerability with a sarcastic tone. Hayley sighed heavily, displeased that he was making a joke out of her serious advice.  

(Later…)

It is now daylight when you, Klaus and Hayley pull up to a house that neither you nor Hayley have ever been to. It is a white two story home with dark brown shutters. Rebekah, Elijah and who you assume is Hope are standing outside, eager for your arrival.

Klaus wastes no time approaching the home and Hayley nearly jumps out of the back seat, rushing towards her daughter. Klaus follows suit and you take your time stepping out of the passenger seat in slow motion. You’ll never understand how much this mother and father missed their child so you kept your distance to allow them this moment with their daughter.

You walked over to Elijah and Rebekah. Rebekah welcomed you with open arms, reeling you in for a tight hug. “Oh, Y/N.” Rebekah muttered, freeing you of her tight hold. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, sis.” You smiled.

“Has Nik been giving you a hard time?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Of course.”

“How about that dreadful friend of yours, Kai.” Rebekah flashed a look of disgust. “Has Nik killed him yet?”

You sighed, perturbed of the heretic’s whereabouts. “No. I have no idea where he is. But your mother has something to do with it.”

“Esther?” She reeled back, shocked. “How did this happen?”

“It’s a long story, Rebekah. It’ll bore you.” You chuckled faintly. She flashed a nervous smile at you, seeing right through your facade.

“Y/N.” Nik interrupted, appearing beside you with Hope in his arms. You turned to face him, eyes widening at the beautiful infant before you. “This is Hope.” He added.

“Hi Hope.” Your mouth curved into a grin, raising your hand and Hope latches onto your finger, blue eyes staring into yours. You peer up at Klaus, whispering loudly. “She’s beautiful.” You glanced from Klaus to Hayley who both approve of your sweet comment.

“She is, isn’t she?” Hayley mentioned to you in a calm tone, gazing at her daughter as she steals him from Klaus’s arms. “Come here, sweetie.”

You started on helping Rebekah and the men gather wood for a bonfire right in front of the home. Klaus started informing his siblings about the whole mess of their Aunt Dahlia.

“So is there any chance of us running into your psycho Aunt Dahlia soon?” You asked.

“Fable’s over a thousand years old, sister.” Elijah responded, adding a piece of the wood to the neat pile, his sleeves folded up to his elbows. “Dahlia’s long dead.”

“Like Esther?” Hayley added, setting her daughter inside the car seat that is on the ground beside Klaus.

“No one’s going to hurt Hope because no one’s going to find her.” Klaus announced. “That’s enough wood, Rebekah. You’ll burn down the whole bloody state of Arkansas.”

“Well, we’re just missing a key ingredient.” Rebekah pointed out, tone exuberant.

“No, we’re not.” Klaus tensed up instantaneously. Your eyes narrowed, curious as to what the siblings are referring to.

“Yes we are, Nik. Back me up, Elijah.” Rebekah gestured a nagging hand at the noble Mikaelson.

“I suspect Niklaus would rather choke on the ashes.” Elijah sniggered.

“What are you all talking about?” You asked, fed up with being out of the loop.

“Well, before we light it, we write down our wishes for each other to burn for good luck.” Rebekah answered. “It was Kol’s favorite part when we were kids.”

“Neat.” You murmured.

“Further evidence as to why we should ignore it.” Klaus mentioned with distaste.

“Nik.” You nagged, bothered that he’s such a bully to his youngest brother.

“Hope’s first bonfire season. I like it. We’re doing it.” Hayley remarked, turning on her heel as she waltzed inside the house. Klaus let out an exasperated sigh before picking up Hope’s carrier and taking her inside with Elijah following behind him.

“Now Y/N,” Rebekah started once her brothers were no longer earshot, “tell me all about your time with my brother.”

You snorted, hands at hips. “Where do I begin?”

(Meanwhile…)

A moment after, Hayley writes down her wish. She folds the piece of paper and stuffs it inside her front pocket. Then, she grabs a notepad and goes after Klaus who is sitting at the dining table, playing with his daughter that he’s missed so much.

“Here.” Hayley said, placing the notepad on the table directly in front of him.

Klaus stole a glance at the dreaded notepad before bringing his focus back to Hope. “I’m holding a small child, Hayley. The silly wish game will have to wait.”

“You write. I’ll hold.” She responded.

“You do realize it is not I who is to be the husband you can boss around.”

“Oh, right.” She shook her head slowly, as if coming to a realization. “Y/N!” She called, briefly looking over her shoulder.

He narrowed his eyes before handing his daughter to her mother. “Fine.”

Being confident as ever after talking Klaus into writing his wish, she was all smiles. “I wish you would tell Elijah you’re marrying your werewolf suitor,” Klaus mentioned as he’s writing, causing Hayley to come to a halt and frown, “at which point I would pour him a scotch and congratulate him on the bullet he dodged.”

Klaus rips the small sheet of paper off and hands it to Hayley with a smug. She snatched it from him, crumpled it in her hand and marched away with her daughter in her arm, evidently vexed.

You walked past Hayley before finding Klaus in the dining room. “Hey Nik. Did you write down your wish?” You asked. He gestured for you to sit on his lap and you did so by sitting on his left leg, snaking your right arm around his neck.

“Unfortunately.” He replied with raised brows. “Did you?”

“Of course I did.” You said. Klaus stared at you silently with a specified expression that you can easily determine. “And no, I’m not telling you my wish.” You are certain that if you tell him that you wish for Kai’s safe return, his elated mood would quickly plummet and that’s the last thing anyone wants right now. Especially you, since you’ve had your fair share of arguments with him already.

“Alright, love.” He allowed this defeat. He suddenly pats on your behind as a gesture to stand. “Come now. Let’s get this bloody bonfire started.” His tone was far from excited.

After bringing everyone to the front, Rebekah rushes inside the house as Klaus starts throwing lit matches to the wood one by one, in no rush for this bonfire. Minute by minute, the flame grows and Rebekah finally makes her return with a fairly aged Polaroid in her hand. “Hey, look what I found!” She mentioned with excitement, making her way to Hayley, Hope and Elijah who are standing at a fair distance from the flame. “I wonder if it’ll work.”

As everyone looks to Rebekah, Klaus is the least excited about his sister’s discovery. “Oh, bloody hell.” He puts his hands to his hips and looks away from her. You couldn’t help but giggle because you know how much Klaus dreads taking photos.

“Come on, let’s try. Hey Nik, do you think you can cram us into a selfie?” Rebekah walked over to the two you with everyone else following behind her. You thought it was adorable hearing the excitement in her voice.

“Niklaus is the virtuoso of cramming his siblings into confined spaces.” Elijah said snidely.

“Elijah’s got a point.” You chimed, refraining yourself from laughing at his snarky comment.

“I’m so glad I traveled hundreds of miles to visit my mentally ill brother only to have him insult me to my face.” Klaus looks down at the Polaroid camera, prepping it as everyone squeezes together.

“Come on, just take the picture.” Rebekah spat.

Finally, Klaus straightened his arm and raised the camera so that it’s at the right angle. Then, he gives it a few seconds before he snaps a photo. Everyone waited a beat for the photo to unveil itself full of you, your beloved, his deranged siblings that you adore, the mother of his child and their daughter. To put it simply. It’s a photo full of supernatural creatures. The majority mean the world to you. What an interesting combination.

To everyone’s misfortune, the photo needed to be burned for Hope’s safety. Klaus didn’t want to risk this photo ending up in the wrong hands. And as much as it kills everyone, it had to be done. You managed to remember to throw your wish in the bonfire as well. Rebekah, on the other hand, had everyone else’s attention. She was fed up and decided that she wants to do whatever it takes to take Esther down.

As everyone retreats inside, you remain put, staring at where that little piece of paper once was. You reach into your front pocket and dial Kai’s cell phone again, even though it’s a long shot. Frustrated with this loss, you continue calling his phone over and over again until you couldn’t handle hearing his obnoxious voicemail. “God dammit.” You whispered in frustration, staring up at the sky, shaking your head. “Where the hell are you, Kai?”

The flame is now dying down, so you made your way inside, following the Mikaelson’s voices. It seems they are forming a plan to defeat Esther.

After going over the very specific plan with them with a wine glass of blood in your hand, you took a much needed shower in an en-suite bathroom of your choice, then threw a robe on while your clothes are in the washer.

Stepping out of the laundry room, you go back inside the en-suite bathroom and comb your wet hair, freeing it of any knots. The sound of familiar footsteps approach, followed by the creaking of the door opening. “Showering?” You asked Klaus.

“It seems you did without me.” He smirked, freeing himself of his dark long sleeve to reveal his flawless physique. You made sure to steal a glance at him as you continued to brush through your strands.

“That’s too bad.” You answered lightheartedly.

“Indeed it is.” He added, eyeing you hungrily. He caught you off guard when he whooshed towards you and spun you to face him. You gasped at the gesture, hairbrush falling to the ground, awaiting his next move.

You peered up at the lust in his eyes, nipping at your bottom lip. In one brisk move, you are placed over the counter behind you and he leans down, pressing his plump lips onto yours, tongue swirling inside of your needy mouth.

You are his and he is yours. The thought alone made your entire being burst with elation. Your heart was beating so wildly as you wrapped your legs around him to bring him closer to you, feeling him harden by the second.

His hands began making its way to your cheeks all the way down to the knot of your robe, lips never detaching from yours.

Before you knew it, your robe was untied and you were completely naked on the bathroom counter. You were so caught up in this ravenous moment that you hadn’t realized you were naked until he stroked your breasts. The sinful gesture alone made you pool with desire down below.

Klaus separated his lips from yours and silently went on his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He licked his upper lip, gazing up at you. “Wet, are we?” Klaus mentioned before starting on his meal.

You.

(Later…)

After a much deserved nap and a cup of coffee, the sun will soon disappear and the moon will make its appearance. You, Rebekah and Klaus hit the road back to New Orleans. Surprisingly, Klaus didn’t drive this time since he’s hardly had any rest, so he had Rebekah take over.

“You remember the plan, love?” Klaus asked you from the back seat.

“Yes I do.” You assured him casually, scrolling through your phone to cure your boredom. You’ve only heard the plan a million times before leaving Arkansas.

“Do you know what to do, Rebekah?” He asked his sister.

“Yes. But if it doesn’t go to plan, will you handle my body with care please?” She pouted. “I may miss the old model.”

“Of course we will.” You chimed in, peering at Rebekah for an ephemeral time before bringing your focus back to your phone.

“If everything goes south, i’ll be there to pull you out.” The hybrid stated. “We just have to take Esther down before she body-jumps. I don’t want all of this to have been for nothing.”

“You and I on the same team, Nik. It must be Christmas.” Rebekah added. Klaus responded with a grin before getting some shut eye during this prolonged car ride.

(Later…)

As soon as you touched down in New Orleans to the Mikaelson compound, you stretched your limbs and wandered inside. Cami, Marcel and Davina were gathered together in the courtyard, prepping for a spell. You shot them a glance before making a beeline for the grand kitchen because you were absolutely famished. Klaus had a quick word with Kol before Kol and Rebekah headed over to their mother’s current living quarters. It was an urgent step for the plan and everyone was in on it besides Esther and Finn.

Many minutes later, Klaus received a text from Rebekah and the two of you drove off into the night to the Lafayette cemetery, careful not to make too much noise before approaching them.

It wasn’t difficult to locate where Esther, Kol and Rebekah were in this large cemetery. All you had to do was follow the only illuminated area as well as use your vamp hearing. “Mother, think this through. You gave birth to this body. You can’t destroy it.” You heard Rebekah plead.

“I am only destroying its flesh. Your beautiful soul will live on in the body of another. I have chosen well for you. A beautiful girl. Strong.” Esther attempted to justify her actions, tone confident. You hid behind one of the nearest tombs.

“Mother!” Klaus shouted, standing tall above another tomb. “Stop the spell.” He dashed to the ground, taking long strides towards the trio. “You and your traitorous son.”

“Nik, I didn’t know anything about it. I swear.” Kol expressed.

“Oh good. I’m glad you two boys are friends again.” Esther said, pleased. “I did wonder what you’d been up to in your time away. Now I know.”

“Stop the blasted spell.” Klaus demanded.

“I’m afraid that’s impossible.”

“Anything is possible. Take me instead.” Your brows furrowed at Klaus’s offer. You don’t recall him mentioning that. Though instead of dwelling on it, you stayed put until you were needed. You didn’t want to risk screwing up the plan. You hoped that he was just saying it to stall Esther.

“Nik, no!” Rebekah grasped his forearm.

“If only you’d taken my offer when it was still mine to give.” Esther blurted. “Unfortunately, you left me no choice but to make a deal with Mikael.”

“Mikael?” You mouthed to yourself, face contorting as you’re taken aback from the news. You completely forgot about him being alive in general, but the fact that the parents are teaming together doesn’t sound too great.

“When Finn and Kol went missing, I needed a new ally. All he wanted was the right to kill you.” Esther expressed. “Kol, I would ask you to deliver the stake to your father, but it seems your loyalties have been compromised.”

You tighten your grip around the white oak stake in your hand and your nostrils flared as you’re ready to pounce on Esther. In a flash you saw Klaus step towards your direction as if he was just casually pacing from exasperation. You were still undetected by Esther, so Klaus quickly winked at you before turning on his heel and shifting his expression back to an aggravated one. So far it’s selling.

“Stop the spell, Esther!” Klaus roared.

“It’s okay, Nik. I can do this.” Rebekah implied.

“So you’re feeling murderous again.” The mother spat, displeased. “You should know, I’ve already chosen another body.”

“Now!” Kol hollered and that was your cue.

Finally.

You whooshed towards Esther and stabbed her in the neck with the white oak stake. She looked at you with wide eyes as the blood poured down the new wound. You sighed in satisfaction, taking in the win. All went according to plan.

The sound of the witch bowl exploding into pieces near Kol at a distance and Klaus calling his sister’s name snapped you out of your victory. Looking over your shoulder, you find a passed out original sister in the arms of her older brother.

“Uh, did it work?” You flickered your eyes from Klaus to Kol for a response.

“I don’t know.” Klaus replied. “Kol, would you? I need to bring mother inside.” He gestured for Kol to hang onto Rebekah and he obliged. Klaus effortlessly threw his mother over his shoulder and escorted her body inside one of the sizable tombs. You learned from Kol that it’s spelled so that she cannot escape.

Klaus must’ve forgotten that Kol isn’t as strong as he is in his original body because he was slightly struggling to keep Rebekah on her feet. You came to his aid and threw her other arm over your shoulder, placing the white oak stake in your back pocket.

“Sister.” Kol called to you in a low tone, as if not wanting to be heard from Klaus. You hummed, notifying him that you’re all ears. “I’ve gotten mother to tell me your friend’s current placement.”

“You did?” Your head snapped to Kol, eyes widened, speaking in a loud whisper. “Is he alive?”

“Yes.” You exhaled in relief from his response. “But I’ll tell you more once we’re at the compound.”

“Thank you.” You mouthed to Kol who glimpsed at you, then to the ground. After days and nights of waiting, you’re finally going to get your answer.

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A/N: So sorry to leave you guys on that cliffhanger! But it had to be done :) Thank you all for sticking with me and I’ll see you lovelies in the next chapter!

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[alirhi]

I can't believe I'm doing this lol...

I might throw up. I almost never post the stuff I write just for me. I'll occasionally send a funny chunk to a friend or whatever, but not open myself up to public scrutiny. I'm aware I've said all this before lol but bear with me, okay?

It's lazy writing (as is... literally all of my fanfiction XD) but I feel like it's coming out fairly decent for what it is, so I thought I'd share a little bit. If you hate it or aren't interested, just ignore it, 'kay? if for some reason you don't hate it, lmk. there's more

Pairing: Sebastian Stan/author (hey, can't say you weren't warned. yes, it's self-insert) Warnings: 18+. I will always mark my writing 18+ even if it never gets explicit. Adult themes, smut is mentioned (but no, not explicit), Seb does something dumb and OOC for him but it served my purpose so whatever XD

After arriving in Manhattan - and eventually finding a place to park; fuck, she hated New York! - she'd ducked into a Starbucks to collect herself and psych herself up a bit. Instead, she was psyching herself out. This was the dumbest, craziest idea she'd ever had, in a thirty-plus-year string of dumb and crazy ideas. This was never going to work. She was never even going to find him! There were millions of people crammed into this putrid petri dish of humanity. There was absolutely no chance she would-

For fuck's sake, was that really him?! Ever vigilant as a lone woman in unfamiliar surroundings, she'd taken a seat in the far corner of the shop, facing the front door. She wasn't looking for anyone in particular, not in here; she was simply making damn sure no one could come up behind her. Still, her position gave her a perfect view of most of the room, and especially the door. Her eyes widened as she watched a very familiar figure in a blue baseball cap enter and head for the counter.

As he neared, she got a clear look at his handsome face, and her heart felt like it suddenly stopped. Yep. That was him. Sebastian fucking Stan had just walked into this random-ass Starbucks she'd only come into to get out of the overwhelming bustle and noise of the city so she could think. She knew he lived somewhere in Manhattan, but wasn't Manhattan rather...large? It was certainly daunting to drive through; all of NYC was.

"Hey."

She flinched, blinking rapidly as she realized that not only had she been staring, but her eyes had dried out. "Hi."

Sebastian smiled, glanced around the busy shop, and asked somewhat tentatively, "Mind if I join you? Just til my coffee's ready."

Like she would say 'no' to anything this man asked of her! With a soft smile she hoped looked less nervous than she felt, she moved her bag off the other chair and gestured. "Of course. And you don't have to leave right away, unless you have somewhere to be. I don't bite." Jesus, that was smoother than she'd ever thought herself capable of! Where the fuck had that come from?!

His smile widened as he sat down, sharp blue eyes never leaving her face. She hoped she wasn't blushing. "Thanks. I don't actually have anywhere to be; I just got home."

"How was LA?" At his look of surprise, she flashed him a wry smile. "I can't just sit here and pretend not to know who you are. It feels creepy and manipulative."

Laughing and making her feel like her heart would burst with joy, Sebastian shrugged and nodded. "I appreciate that. And I really appreciate you treating me like a normal person."

"If you were a normal person," she teased, "I'd have told you to fuck off. I don't trust attractive men; they're usually narcissistic douche bags."

"I can't tell if you're calling me ugly or a douche bag."

She laughed, grateful for the playful glint in his eyes that showed her he wasn't actually offended. "Neither! I'm just saying, if I hadn't seen clips of you on youtube being all awkward and sweet, I'd be afraid to let you near me. You're way too gorgeous." With a wink that made him laugh, she added, "You're in your own separate category."

"So that's how you categorize all the men of the world?" He grinned, nudging her foot with his own. "Ugly, jerks, or awkward?"

"It's actually even more general than that. In my experience all humans are either ugly inside or ugly outside." Smile softening from mocking to a sort of wistful fondness, she told him, "From what you've shown the world, you're neither. Makes me wonder if you're even human sometimes."

"You caught me." Sebastian laughed again, joking even as he stood to get his coffee, "I'm an alien."

"So that's why you're so in love with space! Homesick?"

"Yeah, I guess so!" She loved how freely he laughed, and when he invited her to leave the crowded café and go for a walk with him, she readily agreed. "So what's your deep, dark secret?"

She blinked, staring at him. "What do you mean?"

His mischievous grin made her heart race and heat pool somewhere she didn't want to be thinking about with him standing right next to her. "You torture puppies, or are you an alien?"

He was calling her beautiful. The second she got the joke, she could feel her face turning bright red and she giggled, hastily looking away. "I definitely don't torture puppies."

"So you're an alien."

She could feel him looming over her as they both stopped and moved over to let other pedestrians move around them. Though she was afraid to, she forced herself to look up and was immediately entranced by those captivating blue eyes. "Maybe I'm a fairy."

"You're certainly pretty enough to be."

"Fucking hell, Sebastian, if you get any closer to me I will not be held responsible for what I do to you." She smirked, trying to lighten the mood and take the charge out of the air between them before she made too much of an ass out of herself. "Even with the coffee breath."

He laughed, but the tension didn't dissipate. If anything, the charge and the heat between them only increased. "Maybe you should put something else in my mouth, then."

Damn, this man could flirt! She accidentally knocked the hat off his head as she got a grip on that luscious dark hair and tugged him closer; he didn't seem to notice. He set his coffee down on a nearby window ledge. One hand cupping her jaw and the other grabbing her ass, he yanked her tight against him and thoroughly plundered her mouth with that long tongue she'd spent months fantasizing about. He did taste like coffee, which was a little off-putting - she'd bought a bottle of water in Starbucks; she hated coffee - but she didn't even care. The most perfect man in the universe was holding her tight and kissing her breathless, and she wasn't about to let anything ruin this moment.

Someone else ruined the moment when they cleared their throat. When she saw she had their attention, the fidgeting girl held Sebastian's cap out to him in a slightly shaking hand. "Sorry... Is this your hat?"

Finally realizing they were out in public in broad daylight, the pair sprang apart with awkward chuckles. Sebastian thanked the girl and crammed the fallen hat back onto his head, took a selfie with her when he realized she knew who he was, and sent her on her way. "That moment's gonna be all over the internet."

A nervous giggle bubbled up from her chest, somehow making it past where her pounding heart was lodged in her throat. "Hopefully just the selfie." His cynical scoff caught her off guard and she flinched, glancing around. "I hate that paparazzi shit. No one has any right to be taking pictures of you that you don't consent to and pose for, just like no one should be spreading details about you or your life that you didn't make public, yourself."

The look he gave her then was strange; almost as if he was calculating, or trying to read her. Unsure what that was all about, she simply looked right back at him, being as open as she could. Apparently reaching a decision, he told her softly, "I live like two blocks away."

That seemed random to her. She shrugged, offering him a slightly perplexed smile. "Okay...? That explains why you go to that Starbucks, I guess."

Sebastian laughed and hooked his arm around her waist, tugging her down the sidewalk. "You're adorable. And I'm trusting your adorable ass not to tell anyone."

...Oh. Eyes so wide they hurt, she stared up at him as he guided her down the street. He was taking her back to his place?! The more logical part of her brain was flabbergasted by the idea of this man just casually bringing a total stranger home, while the rest of her was just eager to get him behind closed doors and tear his clothes off. Obviously, the primitive, horny part of her brain won by a landslide, and she didn't say a word.

She noticed that Sebastian was chugging his iced coffee as they walked, and had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. He was going to have to pee so bad when they got to his apartment. Plus, she'd seen him hyped up on caffeine; it was hilarious.

"Make yourself comfortable," he told her as he closed the door behind them, already making a hasty beeline through the place. "I'll be right back."

Yup. She snickered as she settled on the edge of the couch. Straight to the bathroom. She tried not to fidget as she glanced around, but his apartment was just so sterile. Aside from the books on his desk, it didn't even look like anyone lived here, really. The blank white walls hurt her eyes and were starting to set off her anxiety; she dropped her gaze to the sofa and felt the tension ooze out of her muscles as her overactive brain took in the soothing dark gray color of it and slowly relaxed. At least he had a thing for dark furniture.

"You look so rigid all of a sudden."

She shrugged, glancing up at him. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I mean, I think I know why you brought me here, but..."

Oh gods, and there was that soft, kind smile she'd only ever seen in pictures. It, like the rest of him, was so much more beautiful in person. "Having second thoughts?"

More like first thoughts. "Aren't you? You don't know me; literally the only thing you know about me is that I know you're famous."

"And that you're a cynical introvert," he told her with a grin, settling on the couch beside her. "And that you're respectful of boundaries. That all seemed like a pretty good start to me. Hey-" He nudged her, making her smile. "Alien to fairy, I didn't bring you here to push you into anything. Pretty sure that would push me right into the douche bag category."

Giggling a little, she shook her head. "Nope. I'm too big a fan to ever think that about you. You can do no wrong in my eyes, alien."

"Hey, even aliens can make mistakes or do some fucked up shit. I mean, have you seen Independence Day?"

She laughed outright at that, poking his side. "Fair enough. But I somehow doubt that you're planning a genocide, so..."

"Nope." He shook his head, still grinning impishly. "No genocide on my calendar. Just hanging out with this beautiful, really cool fairy I met at a Starbucks today. Maybe satisfying her every carnal desire before she leaves, if she's up for it... Maybe just talking for a while or watching a movie. We'll see."

She could feel her face heating up again, but when Sebastian leaned in for a kiss, she eagerly let him. That was when it finally dawned on her that his mad dash for the bathroom had actually been to brush his teeth. He'd taken her coffee breath joke to heart and sucked his drink down so he could kiss her with minty fresh breath. Gods, he was so sweet it hurt!

That settled it in her mind; anxiety be damned. If he wanted it, there was no way this man wasn't getting laid. How many men would go this far out of their way to make a total stranger more comfortable when he shoved his tongue down her throat?

"What do you want," he whispered against her lips, stroking her hair, "my pretty red fairy?"

"All of it." She pulled him back with her as she stretched out on the couch, biting her lip when he automatically settled between her long legs. "Whatever you're willing to give."

"Tap out any time," he assured her as he reached under her dress, fingers dancing feather-light up her thigh. "I promise I won't be a dick about it."

"Same for you, gorgeous." With a slightly evil smirk, she rolled them over and straddled him, yanking her dress up and off. "I've been told I can be a little intense."

She squeaked before she could stop herself when he yanked her down with one strong hand on her back and drew a nipple into his mouth. She felt his tongue swirling against her flesh and shuddered, growing wetter by the second.

"I can handle it, princess." And then he was surging upright, and then to his feet, never releasing her from his grip. With her still clinging to him like a barnacle in nothing but her panties, he kissed her again and started heading toward the stairs. "But we're not fucking on my couch when there's a perfectly good bed right up there in the loft."

"Probably wise," she agreed with a giggle, tangling her fingers in his hair. "I'm already soaked. Wouldn't wanna ruin the infamous couch."

Sebastian groaned, but he was grinning. "Oh, don't bring him up now, girl!"

"Your couch is a dude?" She could tell he knew she was joking, but the glint in his eyes promised retribution if she didn't drop it... And then he dropped her like a sack of potatoes onto his bed, and she shrieked, startled.

From there, the day passed by in a blur. They cuddled and talked for hours, they paused once or twice for food, and, of course, they fucked like rabbits. She quickly learned that there was nothing Sebastian wasn't fucking amazing at. Typically, she was the quiet type in bed, but there were moments this talented bastard had her nearly screaming. The things this man could do with that tongue alone...!

But the moments she cherished were the quiet ones. When one or both of them needed a break and they would just lie there in each other's arms, and she could hear his pounding heart and knew he could feel hers. Once their breathing became less labored, they would begin to speak; voices low, as if afraid to shatter the silence and bring the outside world crashing down on them. They talked about everything and nothing, sharing past hurts never forgotten, and secret desires, dreams they were afraid to chase or simply knew were forever out of their reach. By the time night fell, she'd lost count of how many times one or both of them had broken and dissolved into tears in the other's embrace.

"You're so easy to talk to," he murmured once, the teary smile she couldn't see in the dark audible in his soft voice. "I know it's dumb, but I feel like I can trust you."

"You can," she was quick to assure him, kissing his jaw and loving the way his stubble rasped against her skin. "Nothing leaves this space, Sebastian. Anything you tell me stays right here. I promise."

He flinched then, as if suddenly remembering something, and nearly dislodged her. She settled herself more comfortably on his chest and waited. "You still haven't told me your name." They both laughed at that, and she felt a hot blush creeping up her face. Thank the gods it was dark. "I've just been calling you random pet names all day."

"Princess and Kitten were my favorites," she told him with a grin, licking his nipple. "But if you must know... My name is Ali."

"Ali." The way he said her name made her shiver, and then he was on her again and her last semi-coherent thought was holy shit, does this man ever run out of energy? Not that she was complaining.

In the end, they both fell asleep before she could even think about the long drive home ahead of her, much less the astronomical parking fee she'd be facing... or the reason she had actually come to New York in the first place.

#sebastian stan #fanfiction #self-insert #random #i legit don't know why i'm posting this

[bgn846]

Regression FFXV Promptio Fic

Summary: Gladio gets hits with a status effect and becomes 17 again.  This would be somewhat bearable if it weren't for Prompto's terrible crush on the guy. 

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Hands roughly shoved him, sending Prompto sailing off to the side.   Landing in the dirt he covered his head instinctively to avoid getting clocked by the monster they were fighting.  Gladio was already sprinting after it, yelling like a madman and swinging his great sword at the thing.  Of course, it had to be Gladio that had rescued him this time.   Getting up quickly he ran after his friend to try and help.

Stupid, big, loud, annoyingly handsome Gladio had saved him.  One of these days he was gonna repay the favor. Taking aim with his pistol, Prompto fired off a few shots.  The monster slowed somewhat allowing Ignis and Noct to attack next. This day needed to be over, he was tired and not looking forward to the teasing he’d get later for needing help. Maybe he had gotten distracted, Gladio’s fighting style was hard to ignore after all.  The guy was a wall of muscle and even sweaty he looked good.

Six, he needed to clear his head; this wasn’t the way to think during the heat of battle.  Running closer Prompto took another shot and hollered in glee when the monster fell over.  They were finally getting the upper hand, or so he thought. Sure, the big ugly monster thing had tipped sideways; the only issue now was the plume of yellow-colored gas coming out of its mouth.  

Ignis’ voice rang through air ordering them all to take cover.  He clearly didn’t like the look of the stuff either.  Noct came out of nowhere and tackled him, sending them both behind a rock.  Holding his breath and watching the air around them, Prompto waited for the yellowish tint to disappear.

“Is everyone alright?” Ignis asked from somewhere nearby.

“Good here!” Noct replied as he stood and hauled Prompto up with him.

Emerging from their makeshift hiding spot Prompto realized they’d not heard from Gladio yet. “What about the big guy?” he asked trying not to seem too concerned.  Noct knew about his crush but he didn’t really want to have that rubbed in his face at the moment.

“Shit, you’re right,” Noct supplied nervously as he ran towards Ignis. “Any sign of Gladio?” he checked with worry.

“No, the last I saw him he was over here.” Ignis offered as they ran around the monster.

The weird yellow stuff had literally been his last dying breath.   Prompto never wanted to see another one of those things again; it was aggressive and hard to kill. Ignis’ gasp of surprise when they’d reached the other side of the battleground made Prompto panic slightly.   Running up beside him to get a better view he was left dumbstruck.

A dude was standing there looking around like he was lost.  Once he spotted Ignis he huffed out a breath and ran over.  Prompto felt as though his chest might explode as he watched the guy.  He looked like Gladio in a way, but there were some major differences.  Height wise he’d shrunk and his clothes were baggy, plus his hair was short!  What had happened?

“Iggy, thank the six, what the hell is going on?” This, Gladio look-alike, asked with an air of frustration in a voice that wasn’t the normal deep baritone Prompto was accustomed to. He was scanning the rest of their little group and when he landed on Noct his eyes lit up.   “Shit, Noct’s here too.  Who’s the scrawny kid?” Gladio asked with a nod directed at him.    

Prompto chose to sulk as they picked their way back to the car.  It appeared Gladio had been affected by some weird-ass status effect.  He had been de-aged, to the wonderful age of seventeen.

How charming, in the most terrible way possible.  

Dealing with his feelings for twenty-four-year-old Gladio was hard enough, now he had the pubescent teen version to contend with.  One that kept questioning his skills since they’d never fought together before. This stupid status effect needed to be over, like yesterday.

“So you don’t remember anything that’s happened so far?” Noct asked for the third time as they drove along to the next outpost.

“Seriously, I just remember training like usual along with all the other stuff, like school and then boom there was that gross monster dead in front of me.”

“Huh, that’s strange.”

“Yeah, tell me about it, how do you think I feel?  All of this is new and I’m so confused.  I’m supposed to be twenty-four, right?”

“Yep,” Noct offered without batting an eyelash.  The prince was clearly not bothered by Gladio version 2.0 or was it version 1.0, this was so messed up!

“Damn, never thought you’d be able to look me in the eye princess, it’s weird.”  

Noct laughed and leaned back in his seat. “You’ll need to be careful though, you’ve not had the real-world experience your older self has gained.  Stick close and don’t do anything brash kay?”

“Me?” Gladio scoffed, “Never!”

The day was definitely terrible, it had to be cursed or something because not ten minutes later the stupid empire attacked them.  Two dropships full of those irritating tin cans fell from the sky.  With no other choice than to engage them, they all piled out of the car and prepared for battle.

Teenage Gladio was freaked, it was obvious, but the second one of those things went for Noct, the shield in training sprang into action.   His moves weren’t as polished, but he held his own for the most part.   That is until he got overwhelmed.  Training one on one was good and all but when four MT’s came stomping towards you that was a special kind of hell.

This time Prompto was ready, he didn’t need rescuing he was going to be the one helping.  However, he had to figure out how not to hit Gladio.  The guy wasn’t exactly staying in the clear, that kind of fighting style had been fine-tuned since they’d all left Insomnia.

Running faster to get closer Prompto almost had a heart attack when one of the MT’s took a swing at Gladio.  Thankfully, he ducked and fell to the ground.  Without thinking, Prompto rushed over and fired a shot point-blank into the enemy.  It sputtered and sparked falling in a heap nearby.  Hovering over Gladio’s body Prompto fired his gun at the remaining MT’s.  Each shot rang out loudly as he hit his targets with deadly accuracy.  Maybe Gladio wouldn’t be so unsure of his skills now!

Jumping up in celebration when the last MT fell, Prompto turned his attentions back to Gladio.  The not so big guy was staring up at him in awe.  Oops, perhaps he’d overstepped his place when he’d helped out.   Noct and Ignis hadn’t been that far away, they could have easily stepped in to lend a hand.

Slipping into silence he backed away and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry didn’t mean to freak you out there, figured you could use some backup.”

Gladio was pushing himself up off the pavement, that odd look still plastered on his face. “Nice shot, where’d you learn to shoot so well?”

“Crownsguard training, same as you went through.”

“Nah, I don’t remember anyone being that accurate in the range. Seriously where’d you learn?” He asked walking closer with a raised eyebrow. “That was amazing!”

Taken aback by the compliment Prompto suddenly felt his face heat up.  Great, he was blushing in front of teenage Gladio.  Someone needed to shoot him to put him out of his misery.  Laughing nervously he waved him off, “its just practice I guess.”

“You’ve got skill that was impressive.  Thanks for saving my butt.” Gladio offered with a wink as he sauntered past and got back into the car.

“I’ll remind you Prompto that he is technically underage, don’t do something you’ll regret later,” Ignis added coolly as he walked past a moment later.

“You told him!” Prompto bellowed as he turned and ran after the person he thought was his friend.  Noct, the tricky bastard, warped away and got back to the car without having to answer for his crimes. Grumbling at the injustice of it all Prompto slumped in his seat and scowled at the scenery going by.  

Ignis had cited the concern of getting attacked again for the choice to stay in a hotel for the night.  He didn’t want to risk anything with Gladio, not at his peak performance level.  Praying that Ignis would book two rooms so he could hide in one, Prompto almost yelled when Ignis arrived with one room key once they’d checked in.  This day sucked so bad!

Taking a deep breath he followed his friends to the room.  He could do this; the status effect would only last a couple of days at most.  If they were lucky Gladio would wake up taller and less cocky tomorrow morning. Dinner went without incident; he supposed fighting all day had made them hungry.  You can’t talk much when you’re shoveling food in your mouth.

Once the dishes were cleaned and put in the drying rack of the small kitchen, Gladio began asking questions.  He wanted to know everything that had happened to them.  Why were the niffs around? What had happened to everyone?  That wasn’t a pleasant conversation to have at any time. Ignis took the reins on that one and carefully retold the events they’d all suffered through.

He only explained enough to give Gladio an understanding of why the enemy was out and attacking them.  They didn’t want Noct to marry Luna. Ignis left out the part about Insomnia falling and everyone’s fates.   Gladio didn’t ask for more specifics so Ignis didn’t technically lie, he merely omitted certain facts. There was no need to let Gladio relive that moment again that would have been cruel.

Teenage Gladio shook his head in disbelief at the enemy being brazen enough to attack in broad daylight but didn’t comment further.  Standing up he began pacing the room.  “So what’s next, where are we going?”

“We’ve been en route to meet up with Lady Lunafreya.” Ignis offered.

“Cool, so we’re just waiting here till this funky effect wears off?”

“We can’t risk you getting injured, that wouldn’t be fair as you’ve not trained with us all.”

Sighing Gladio nodded but didn’t look too happy about the idea. “I guess that makes sense, I just don’t like waitin’ around for stuff to happen.  We gotta get out there and show the niffs we mean business.”

“Yes, well, all in due time I’m afraid.  Enjoy the break while we have it, we’ll be on the move again soon.”

Humming in acknowledgment Gladio paused when he passed the mirror above the dresser. “So older me is pretty buff huh?”

Prompto quickly looked away when Gladio began flexing and had to bite his lips to stifle a moan when Gladio took off his jacket.  Dear six, his back was bare. No tattoo, no scars, nothing.  Just smooth skin and muscles.  Apparently even at seventeen Gladio still looked like a freaking supermodel.  Unable to look any longer Prompto bolted up from where he’d been sitting at the table and jogged to the door. “I’m gonna go grab a soda or something. Berightback!” he blurted before throwing himself out into the hallway.

Taking off like a flash Prompto ran all the way to the vending machines.  He had to clear his head, this wasn’t good.  Crushing on regular Gladio was bad enough, this was downright painful.  Ducking his head he sighed heavily and began digging for money in his pockets.

“Need some change sugar?” An unfamiliar voice announced, causing Prompto to whip his head up. Standing a few feet away was another hunter.  The guy looked drunk and had his hand extended holding up some gil. “Come on sweet thing you can take it, I won’t ask for much in return.”

Prompto backed away from the machine like it was on fire. This guy was super creepy and he wasn’t planning on sticking around much longer. “I’m good, thanks,” he managed.

“Don’t get all bent about it, I’m just offering you a good time.”

“I don’t think he wants any kinda time with you buddy.”

Turning around Prompto saw Gladio stalking over like he was on a mission.  Despite the situation, Prompto nearly had another heart attack.  Gladio was wearing a t-shirt now instead of his usual jacket.   The only thing was the shirt was one his.  There, dangerously stretched out over his still developing muscles was Prompto’s moogle t-shirt.

Prompto didn’t have time to react when Gladio stood in front of him and stared down the drunken hunter. He was prepared to fight this guy.

“I suggest you shove off buddy, he’s with me,” Gladio growled, not at all sounding as young as he was.

“What are you gonna do about it?  I saw him first.”

The thing Gladio ended up doing was breaking the guy’s nose.  One minute the dude was mouthing off, and the next he was stumbling backward holding his face. He’d gotten the message this time, and shuffled off swearing about how kids didn’t respect their elders these days.  There was nothing to respect, that guy was a douche.

“You okay?” Gladio asked once it was quiet again.

“Sure, just dandy!” he quipped shakily. “We should get back to the room.”

“Not without our soda!  We had to survive that asshole, we deserve a reward.”

“Fair enough,” Prompto mused as he took out his cash.

“So, uh, do you wanna do something later?” Gladio asked casually as he stepped closer.  

“We could play some kings knight if you want, that mi--.”

Gladio laughed and grinned, “No, I mean like hang out somewhere later, ya know when Iggy and Noct are asleep.”

“And do what?” Prompto squeaked as he was starting to grasp what Gladio really meant.

“I dunno, stuff, we can take it slow,” Gladio smirked with a devilish grin.  “I’m young but I still know how to have a good time.”

This wasn’t happening; Gladio wasn’t hitting on him and suggesting they go do ‘things’ to each other in the middle of the night.  That couldn’t be possible. However, everything seemed to indicate that was the younger man’s intentions.  Gladio was attempting to unleash his un-honed skills of seduction on him.  “I can’t!” Prompto yelped, “You’re only seventeen!”

“Aww come on, you know you want to, besides I’m really twenty-four.”

“I can’t, I just can’t. Ignis told me I couldn’t, earlier.  We can’t make Ignis angry. That would be very bad.” Prompto sputtered as he backed away and bumped into the vending machine.

Gladio pouted but there was a twinkle to his eyes.  He wasn’t upset about how this was going.  The jerk was having fun.  Thinking fast Prompto threw out the only idea he could think of that might save him. “Why don’t we wait until you’re older again, and then you can ask me out?  That way we won’t make Ignis angry and we’ll go have some fun, uh later.”

“So you’ll go out with me?” Gladio checked seriously.  “I just have to wait until I’m back to normal.”

Nodding so fast he gave himself a head rush Prompto agreed. “Yeah for sure, just ask me first and I’m all over that like cheese on pizza.”

Gladio barked out a laugh and reached out to punch Prompto in the arm.  “You got it sunshine, let’s buy these drinks and head back.  I’m gonna ask you out tomorrow and you better be ready.”

Smiling at the statement Prompto got the sodas and the rest of the evening was filled with gaming and talk.  Though he knew nothing would happen in the morning.  Gladio would go back to normal and forget any of this ever happened.  He would never ask him out and Prompto would go back to pining from a distance.

Ignis saved the night so to speak when he announced the sleeping arrangements.  Noct and Gladio would be sharing one bed and he and Ignis the other.  At least he didn’t have to worry about Gladio making a move in the middle of the night.

Sleep didn’t come easily once they’d all turned in.  Prompto kept thinking about what Gladio had said.  Maybe if they’d met under different circumstances things could have worked out.  Gladio was Noct’s shield and he had a duty to uphold.  He wasn’t about to go chasing after him.  That shit didn’t happen in real life.  Finally pushing the thought from his head Prompto fell into a fitful slumber.

Morning came eventually and Prompto had all but forgotten the previous night’s escapades until he opened his eyes.  Flinching in shock he almost fell off the bed.  There lying next to him was older Gladio, watching his every move.

“Easy there sunshine,” he hummed slowly.

“What –what are you doing? Where are the others?���

“They are out getting breakfast.  Ignis said you didn’t sleep well last night so I figured you could use a little extra shut-eye.”

“I can sleep fine without you watching me!”

“Sure, but maybe I wanted to be alone with you, didja ever think of that?”

Prompto couldn’t get a handle on what Gladio was thinking.  Was the man teasing him or being serious?  “Okay we’re alone, so now what?” he spit out helplessly.

“I was thinking we could do something later if you’re up for it.”

Letting out a breath, Prompto groaned. He didn’t want to train with Gladio later that was the worst idea ever.  Figures the big guy turns back to normal and his first thought is training. “I don’t wanna train with you later okay. I’m not re—ompffff.” Prompto’s brain short-circuited. Gladio was kissing him, morning breath and all. Gladio had his hand securely in place at the base of Prompto’s head, keeping him from moving away. When the need to breathe became greater than the desire to continue kissing, Prompto tapped out and Gladio released his hold.

“I never said anything about training,” he offered with a salacious grin. “I thought I was told to ask you out once the status effect had worn off?  Did I misunderstand that request?” Gladio’s teasing tone of voice and smirk wasn’t helping Prompto make sense of what was happening.    

“You remembered?!” he whispered, hardly daring to believe it.

“Sure I remember, sunshine,” he chuckled. “I think the next step is for you to say yes.”

“Om em gee, yes!” Laughing like an idiot Prompto leaned forward again and kissed Gladio a second time.  So maybe de-aged Gladio hadn’t been such a terrible thing to endure; now he just had to figure out what they could do later!

#ffxv #fanfic #promptio #Gladio #Prompto

[vivi-the-sky-kid]

Sowing the Seeds (of Love), Chapter 2

Aka the Resh/OC Fix-It Fic Nobody Asked for but I'm Inflicting on All of You Anyways as Punishment for Kai's Your Hubris

The King has always been a mysterious figure in the annals of the Sky Kingdom's history, generating both awe and fear within the hearts of the sky spirits. Few can claim to have met them in person; certainly not Tav, a researcher of light creatures for the Vault of Knowledge. But when they discover their research may be used to harm the very creatures they know and love, Tav knows they cannot allow this to happen.

Somehow, they must change the King's mind. If that means throwing butterflies at their royal face, then so be it.

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Warnings: Will be added to each chapter when necessary, but there's not gonna be anything graphic in this (do send me an ask if you think there's something I should warn about tho)

Rating: T (just to be on the safe side)

Pairing(s): Resh/OC

Tag(s): Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

Additional Tag(s): Resh and Alef are twins, Resh and Tav are both nonbinary, Resh uses he/they, Tav uses she/they, Resh is demiromantic and pansexual, Tav is biromantic and demisexual, no beta we die like moths in eden

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

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Chapter 2

Word Count: 3,464

Warning(s): Some swearing

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How had this happened again? Tav's mind was still reeling the next day, even as she sat amongst a flock of birds near one of the rookeries of the Bird's Nest. Normally, their chirps would soothe them, even as they reminded them of a different life. Unfortunately, the events of yesterday kept playing through their mind like a broken memory cube.

Now the King's Will—they refused to use his name—was coming to Daylight Prairie, and all Tav's courage had run out. In the time it had taken to travel to Prairie, her false bravado had melted away like snow in the bright sun. Panicked thoughts now ran through their mind, and not even the cheerful chirps of birds, or the soft squeaks of butterflies, or the whimsical whoops of mantas, could help. Most of them were because of the Will, if she was honest with herself.

Their gray gaze had been so cold. So... empty. Like any warmth and life had faded away long ago. Like they could no longer care about anything.

And now they had to convince him to care about light creatures?

It was impossible. There was a better chance of becoming King herself and killing the project that way.

A chirp from the bird perched on their knee caught their attention. She reached up and tugged on one of the flat locks sticking out of her hair, mouth tightening.

Yes, it was impossible. But they had to try.

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Kumibir hummed as ey left the solar altar, the morning's prayer putting a spring in eir step. With the Megabird's blessing, the Prairie was sure to flourish with light and life. Now ey just needed to get to work tending to the prairie lilies...

“...from Eden, you say? How fascinating!”

A conversation nearby caught eir attention, and ey slowed.

“Isn't it? From what Omifiti told me, the spirit that arrived went into Elder Ayin's temple right away! I wonder what business they could have.”

A spirit from Eden? Could it be...?

Kumibir smiled to emself, taking hold of eir chin. Then ey turned away from the boat that would take em to the Butterfly Fields, and instead made for the next boat bearing a shipment to the temple for processing. The lilies could wait a little longer. Ey had a spirit to catch.

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Feeding time at the Bird's Nest was a sight to behold. As the caretakers spread seed across the grass and stone, flurries of white would descend from the sky to feast. A cacophony of chirps filled the air as the countless birds flocked to their meal. It was a welcome distraction from the thoughts racing through Tav's head.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long.

“Are you Tav, from the Vault?”

They turned to look at the speaker. A messenger fresh off their boat, by the looks of it. She nodded. “That's me. Do you need something?”

“A spirit from Eden is asking after you at the temple. If you would please come with me...”

From Eden?

Tav swallowed the lump in their throat. With the help of the messenger's proffered hand, she got to her feet. Together, they went to the nearby empty boat, and set off for the temple. The ride was quiet. They would have preferred the agony of small talk with a stranger. At least it would have distracted her from the feeling of going to her own execution.

Tav disembarked a short distance from the pond outside the temple, and the messenger got off to load nearby pots. They took a deep breath and moved toward a very tall spirit standing on the bridge arching over the pond. With the warrior's garb and spear slung across their back—two things nearly unheard of in the peaceful realm of Daylight Prairie—it was clear they were the spirit from Eden.

The King's Will had arrived.

As if sensing their eyes upon him, the Will turned. She gaped at them, thankful her mask hid her look of surprise. An elegantly patterned cape draped from beneath the stone pizaine resting on their shoulders. Long, silky hair drifted in the wind from beneath the diamond-shaped crest of his mask. She had to admit, it was all rather striking, except for one thing...

Tav shuddered slightly when they saw the Will's stony gray skin—as chilling as his gaze.

Then they froze as another spirit peeked out from behind him. An impish grin broke out across eir face when ey caught sight of her.

“Oh, and look who it is!”

Kumibir walked up to Tav, wrapping them in a tight hug. She hugged em back, a little numbly, and tried to ignore the piercing look the Will was shooting her. Thankfully, Kumibir soon released them, though ey kept an arm slung about Tav as they walked back to the Will.

“We were just talking about you!”

“Y-You were?” she said, beads of sweat forming on her back.

“You know, when you said you were expecting someone from Eden, I didn't think you meant your partner! You should have told me. I would have gone to stay with one of my own so you two could have some space.” Kumibir grinned and added, in a conspiratorial whisper, “I can see why you like them. So polite! And so tall! They're just your type!”

Tav blinked. Then blinked again. And then a third time for good measure.

“My wha—?”

“You really are so generous, Kumibir,” the Will cut in smoothly, wrapping an arm around Tav's shoulders and pulling them against his side. His other hand curled by the side of their face, gloved fingers brushing against their mask.

What.

With a squeeze of her shoulders, they continued, “We've been wanting to spend more time together, but sadly, Tav's work has kept them so busy I could rarely see their darling face.”

What.

“Oh, I know how that is. Sometimes the others' work keeps them away for almost the entire day,” Kumibir said, nodding solemnly. Then ey glanced at the sky and squeaked in surprise. “Speaking of work, I have some prairie lilies to tend to. Have fun, you two!”

Ey waved and ran off to the boat Tav came in on. Tav themself remained frozen, trying very, very hard to wrap their head around what just happened. It wasn't until the Will was pulling her around the walls of the temple and out of sight of the boat that she regained her senses. They wriggled out of his grasp and folded their arms in front of them.

“What was that?”

The King's Will scoffed. “You tell me, little researcher. You're the one who told that spirit we were partners.”

“I never did that! I just told Kumibir that you were coming so ey wouldn't be surprised. It's not my fault ey jumped to conclusions.” They turned away, eyes squinting in confusion. “Also what did ey mean, my type...?”

“And why would you not tell them my purpose for being here? I doubt one of your position would be very familiar with a soldier.”

Tav glanced back to him balefully, but they could not deny it. Although the midnight blue and electrum threads of the Will's cape would fit right in amongst the Vault's denizens, soldiers were a less likely story. The Golden Land's lack of light creatures near its dunes meant she was even less likely to go near it. The odds of them and the Will chancing to meet were slim enough to be unbelievable.

But they couldn't tell Kumibir the truth. It would break eir heart.

Ey couldn't know about the Dark Matter Bioweapon project.

Taking a deep breath, Tav said, “The people here love light creatures. If they found out you were here because of a plan to turn them into weapons, it would ruin any chance of cooperation to get you to not want to do that. So I told them you were just here to confirm my research. That's all.”

The King's Will studied them, arms crossed in front of him. Then their demeanor changed, and a shiver ran down Tav's spine.

That wasn't good.

“Very well. In the spirit of cooperation, I will not speak of my reason for being here. But” —and he held up one finger— “you have to pretend I am your partner for the duration of my stay.”

“What?!” Tav said, clapping a hand over their mouth at their volume. She scowled and lowered both her hand and her voice to add, “Why?!”

“Despite what you may think, I too would prefer my identity remain a secret. They don't need to know of my connection to the King. As far as these spirits are concerned, I am Resh, a high-ranking member of the Sky Kingdom's army, and nothing more.”

“Why do you care if these spirits know about your connection to the King?”

They turned away. “I have my reasons.”

“And those are...?”

“None of your concern. Now, do we have a deal?”

She stared at them incredulously, then threw her hands in the air and marched off, much to their surprise.

“Where are you going?”

“To the butterfly fields. It's time for your first lesson on light creatures, darling,” Tav replied, jerking their thumb towards a nearby boat.

-<◇>-

The boat to the edge of Prairie had arrived before any further stilted conversation could occur, and the two had spent the ride in relative silence. That had been a mercy. Now, however, she wanted to scream in frustration. The butterflies were acting strange and uncooperative today. They were fine with Tav themself; it was the King's Will they had a problem with. They flew away squeaking as soon as he approached. Even those she could coax to her hand fled as soon as she beckoned the Will forward.

So things were going just fine.

In the end, as the sun began to set and the butterflies flew off to the nearby sphere they slept within, they had decided to call it a day.

Of course, that didn't mean their bickering had ended. Even when they passed other spirits, the two kept it quiet, making it seem more like two partners sharing private thoughts than opponents exchanging barbed words.

“For a creature claimed to be 'loving' and 'kind,' these butterflies were rather standoffish today.”

“Maybe they sense you're a terrible person who wants to use them as weapons. They're perceptive like that.”

“And yet they cannot perceive the bitter heart inside you, my dear.”

“They can't perceive what isn't there, darling.”

“Ah, of course. How could I have been so blind? You don't have a heart.”

So caught up in their verbal battle was Tav that they didn't realize they had boarded the same boat as the Will until the two were standing outside the elder's temple.

“Good night, my dear. I look forward to tomorrow's efforts,” the King's Will said, pressing a masked kiss to the back of her hand.

Tav narrowed their eyes, but nodded and managed to hold back a shudder as their hand was released. “Until tomorrow, darling.”

The Will nodded back and entered the temple, leaving them to sigh heavily and wait for another boat.

-<◇>-

“So... how did it go?” Ayin asked, a hint of nervousness in their voice.

“Oh, horribly. The butterflies refused to go near me. But that Tav... I must admit, they're a stubborn one. Either they're planning to assassinate me, or they really believe they'll be able to change my mind over this matter. This may be the most entertaining thing I've done in... I can't remember how long. I'll have to thank Alef when I return. After punishing him for enabling this nonsense in the first place, of course,” Resh responded casually, lifting the stone pizaine from their shoulders to lounge more comfortably across the bed provided. For a moment, they thought his skin seemed a little less gray, but it was likely just a trick of the light, nothing more.

“I see.” Ayin turned to leave, but lingered in the doorway long enough to say, “Rest well, Resh. You have a busy day tomorrow.”

Resh grunted in acknowledgment, and the room fell dark.

-<◇>-

The smell of fresh bread greeted Tav's nose the next morning, as well as Kumibir singing a cheerful song praising the sun. It was a welcome start to a day that would doubtless be a strain on her patience. They'd try again with the butterflies, and hope that somehow Resh would be... more cooperative.

Perhaps a vain hope, but she'd hold fast to it.

Tav managed to answer Kumibir's excited questions (“Where did the two of you meet?” “They're so tall! Is that why you like them?” “Do they have a sibling?”) with vague replies that technically weren't lies (“Oh, we met because of my work.” “What? Why would that be a factor?” “Oh, they might. We haven't talked about our families yet.”). Eventually, Kumibir left to attend the morning's prayer to the sun, and Tav was free... for now. As they sat there, idly munching on a slice of bread and listening to the soft whoops of mantas in the distance, irritation rose once more. The sooner they got this over with, the sooner they could escape this miniature hell.

With that thought, she stuffed the rest of the slice into her mouth and left, slinging a light staff across her back. At the very least, it might help in coaxing a butterfly within reach of Resh.

-<◇>-

Resh waited at the dock for Tav, arms folded before him. Ayin had suggested being a bit more agreeable when they awoke, and despite their better judgment, they had agreed. Unfortunately, it was hard to be agreeable when the person in question was late.

...All right, maybe not late, but later than he liked. Too many locals had gawked at them while they waited, muffling their voices with their hands. Too many had giggled in his direction, and all had avoided eye contact when he turned to glare at the offenders. The same nonsense had happened many years ago, when they had first grown into an adult under the watchful care of the Elders. He could still remember some of those that commented on how handsome they had become.

They were all dead by now.

“Good, you're here.”

Thankfully, a familiar voice drew him from that unfortunate reverie. Tav was now approaching... with some kind of staff across her back for some reason. Resh huffed and placed their hands on their hips.

“You're late.”

She shrugged. “I was eating breakfast. You know, since it's morning? What, too good to eat breakfast like the rest of us? Or are you too used to the fancier fare of Eden?”

Ah, yes, such fancy fare as standing near a blazing fire long enough to push back the ache deep within. Too long, and a different pain began. But they didn't need to know that. They were just some too-bold researcher.

“Something like that,” he said curtly.

They continued to stare at him, eyes narrowed, before shrugging again and gesturing to the boat. “Well, whatever. Come on. The butterflies should be waking up now.”

-<◇>-

Just as they had said, the butterflies were starting to pour out of the sphere and head towards their typical spots for the day as the two of them stepped off the boat. It was a beautiful sight, although she doubted Resh appreciated it. Still, it meant they could start for the day.

Like before, the butterflies came willingly to them, as long as they stayed away from the King's Will. At one point, six were perched on her hands, which she then promptly, and smugly, showed them. Their response was to turn away with a grunt. Tav snickered and lifted their hands, releasing the butterflies to return to fluttering about the flowers of the field.

“Here. Let's try this,” they said, drawing the light staff from their back. She held it out, and soon enough, a butterfly perched delicately at the diamond-shaped tip. Then they slowly moved their end towards him, holding it out for Resh to take.

Instead of grabbing it, however, they stared at it. Tav's arm began to ache as the seconds dragged on. When Resh showed no sign of accepting it, they snapped and said, “Would you take the staff already?”

“And just why should I do that? For all I know, you're planning to attack me as soon as I try.”

“It's a light staff. The only thing it can do is bruise that thick skull of yours. Now take it.”

He glared at them, but begrudgingly took hold just below their hand. With her hand on the staff, the butterfly remained even as they grasped it. When they removed their hand, however, and left only his, it squeaked, quivered, and flew off. Tav watched in bewilderment as it returned to its flock.

“...Well, then. I can't say I've seen that happen before.”

“And here I thought you were the expert on light creatures, my dear.”

“And I thought you were someone who could be reasoned with, darling. Looks like we were both wrong, hm?”

She turned away to study the butterflies, wondering just what exactly was driving them away. They were normally such friendly creatures, often taking a break from basking in the sun's rays and pollinating the prairie lilies to loop around nearby spirits. To have them avoid a person like this...

Something must be very, very wrong.

That niggling discomfort over the coldness of Resh's skin and eyes rose up once more, and Tav avoided his gaze as they called for a lunch break.

-<◇>-

As she chewed on a piece of crab meat, Tav considered the issue with the butterflies. Like any other light creature, they were drawn to flame and light. It was their bread and butter, so to speak. As spirits had an inner flame granted by Megabird when they were born, a light creature could simply be near them and feed on the warmth given off. It wasn't much compared to the innate light of another creature, but it was enough that spirits were often accepted as members of the flock, so to speak.

Was something wrong with Resh's inner flame?

It would explain the unusual color of their skin, and the butterflies' behavior. Then again, was such a thing even possible?

Their inner researcher burned to figure out more, but Tav beat it back down. There wasn't time to travel to the Vault, let alone search its archives, and Resh was too irritating and evasive to hope for an actual answer. It was bad enough they had to put up with his dour attitude. Trying to pry information from them would be a nightmare.

Tav swallowed and stood up, stretching with a soft groan. The hill they had chosen to take lunch on was near the butterfly sphere, with a small cave underneath that where Resh was currently skulking. And... talking to someone?

Someone actually wanted to talk to them?

They knelt and leaned closer to the edge of the hill, straining their ears to catch a snippet or two of the conversation.

“...so lucky to have a partner like you. With someone like you around, I'm sure they'll have much less trouble getting things off high shelves.”

The spirit chuckled, and Tav had the sudden urge to throw something. Or scream. Either worked.

“I shall, of course, do my best to assist them with any high shelves they may encounter,” Resh replied. She could practically feel the smirk on their face.

Bastard.

The spirit laughed again, and Tav crouched a bit lower as they left the cave, the puff of the two buns atop their head bouncing slightly with each step. More footsteps sounded, and soon Resh was also leaving the cave. Unlike the spirit, however, they stopped and turned to look up at her.

“Do you need help getting down from there? I've heard you have difficulty with heights,” he said, eyes crinkled in amusement.

Tav glared back. She stood up and walked down the side of the hill, then past Resh, making sure to whack their shoulder with the light staff as they went.

“Come on. The butterflies don't have all day.”

-<◇>-

Butterflies are curious light creatures. While birds and jellyfish are content to keep to themselves when it comes to spirits, butterflies (and mantas) possess a kind of empathic sensitivity that, more often than not, draws them towards spirits. Whether it was a sad spirit in need of comfort or a spirit blazing bright with joy, they would soon find themselves with a squeaking companion looping about their body before flying off into the distance. The only spirits they tended to avoid were those with a great deal of aggression.

They avoided both Tav and Resh this time.

-<◇>-

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

#sky children of the light #sky #sky king #resh #resh my beloved /j #here's hoping it doesn't get shadowbanned like the first chapter did #although i think i might have fixed what caused it #btw if any of y'all have questions regarding this cursed cursed fic #feel free to send in an ask #i'll answer as long as it isn't spoilers #i call it cursed but i am actually putting quite a bit of effort into this #this isn't like those quick and lazy meme edits i sometimes do #i am Making An Effort™ here

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Homesick

Paring: GoChi

Words: 3,369

Summary: Set in the 7 year time skip. In Other World, Goku meets someone surprising. Meeting her both helps and hurts.

Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13694247/1/Homesick

Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26407174

Training for the rest of eternity on Grand Kai's planet was fun but taking a break sometimes was nice, too—even if my body didn't exactly need rest like I did when I was alive on Earth. My favorite place to explore was the planet the good people went to when they died. When I first visited the planet, someone told me that the place had something for everyone.

I flew over lush tropical jungles, arid deserts, around snowy mountain peaks, and over valleys that were forever locked in the perfect spring day. Fields of wildflowers blanketed the valley floors. King Kai told me people seek out the landscapes most familiar to them when they first arrived. It reminded them of home. King Kai said I might even find a spot that reminded me of home. I found my favorite spot not long after I died and visited often. It reminded me of home.

Tall, pillar-like mountains appeared in the distance. I kicked in a burst of speed, swooping low over a river toward the familiar landscape. I landed on the top of one of the mountain's grassy peaks and let my legs dangle over the edge.

I could just picture my house on the land below and imagine the mouth-watering smells of Chichi's home cooking drifting through the open windows. I smiled. I pictured Chichi as she stepped outside and called me in for dinner, a smile on her pretty face, and her hair let down from her usual bun.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes.

I definitely didn't imagine the woman standing with her back to me at the river's edge—a woman wearing a very familiar style of traditional dress with a long sleeved undershirt. I was sure she would have been wearing the same sort of loose-fitting pants and house shoes, too—if it weren't for the unsettling ghostly tail floating a few inches above the ground where legs should have been. A golden halo hovered over her head. Her long, dark hair reflected the halo's faint warm glow.

"No way." I slid off the edge of the rocky, grass-topped column and let myself free fall through the air. I slowed myself with a flare of energy only a couple of feet above ground and ran to her, my heart racing. I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. "Chichi!? How—"

She yelped and stared up at me with wide eyes—a lighter brown than I expected. For that matter, the woman's hair wasn't the same shade as Chichi's hair was either. I let my hands fall away from the woman's shoulders. If there was anything Chichi drilled into me, it was manners so I decided to offer this strange woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to my wife an apology.

"Heh… sorry I scared you. You look just like my… ah…" I dropped my gaze to the river behind her and the silvery fish glinting in the sunlight as they darted around just below the surface. I rubbed at my chest.

"How do you know that name?" she asked, her head slightly tilted.

The woman's voice even sounded like Chichi's.

"Well. Ya see. Chichi's my wife," I said. "Heh… Or at least she was when I was alive."

The woman's mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. "You're Chichi's husband!?"

I nodded. "Yeah. But—"

"I'm Chichi's mother, Lait!" she said, her expression brightening into an excited smile.

I stared at her. "Her mother…?" I mouthed. It felt like my brain froze—all thought grinding to a stop.

My attention snapped to a hand waving in front of my face. "I asked you what your name is," she said.

"Oh. Uh. I'm Goku. Son Goku," I said.

Lait clapped her hands in front of her chest in the same way Chichi did when she was excited about something. "Chichi got married! Oh, I hoped she'd find love!" Lait grabbed my hand. "Let's go for a walk."

Lait pulled me along a pathway following the river that wove between the column-shaped mountains. A forest of giant trees just like my mountain on earth lay ahead.

"An entire lifetime? Already?" murmured Lait. She glanced up at me and giggled as she scratched her cheek—a habit Chichi had when she was embarrassed about something. "Ah. Sorry. I lose track of time up here."

"Heh, yeah, I know exactly what you mean."

Gravel crunched under my boots as we entered the forest, the path still following the river. Lait floated along next to me.

"So, how is Ox after all this time?" asked Lait. "He was softening up into a real sweetheart when Chichi came along."

I stepped over a narrow stream that cut across our path and held my hand out for Lait—though I realized she probably didn't have to worry about losing her balance. "Yeah! He's a pretty cool guy! And an awesome grandpa, too!"

Lait halted just before the water, hovering inches above the stream's rocky bank. "Grandpa!?" She stared at me with her hand over her mouth but the shine in her eyes betrayed a smile.

I grinned. "Chichi and I have an amazing son named Gohan."

Lait's eyes filled with tears. "I'm a grandmother?" she murmured through her hand.

"Yeah!" I said with a nod. "Gohan is ten years old, super smart and incredibly strong. Heh. At least he was ten years old the last time I saw him. He's probably grown some by now."

I couldn't help but picture an older Gohan, nearing my height if not taller than me—though I didn't know exactly how much older

"Oh, I bet Ox spoils the daylights out of him," said Lait through a watery laugh.

I laughed, too. "Chichi got after Ox sometimes for giving Gohan too many presents every time he visited."

Lait accepted my hand and floated over the stream. She sighed wistfully. "That sounds like my husband."

We lapsed into comfortable silence. A small flock of chirping sparrows flitted by weaving through the trees. Lait looked at me, her mouth slightly open like she was about to say something. Instead, Lait bit her lip and looked toward the path in front of us. We followed the winding path deeper into the peaceful forest. The trail had left the river behind a ways back, though I could still hear the steady rush of water.

"Do you… Do you know if Ox ever found love again?" she finally asked, her voice quiet.

I looked at her and shook my head. "Don't think so." I thought back to the few times I heard Ox speak of his wife over the years I knew him—thought back to the way he spoke of her and the soft smile on his face. "Ya know, I think he misses you too much," I said.

With tears in her eyes, Lait fell silent again after that—aside from the occasional sniffle—leaving my mind free to wander. I frowned as we followed the path deeper into the forest, unable to shake the newly formed troubling question that pushed to the forefront of my mind: Would Chichi find love?

"Tell me how you and Chichi met," said Lait.

I glanced at her. "Oh. Uh. Well, we were just kids—twelve or thirteen maybe? When I first saw her, this huge dinosaur was chasing her and she cut its head clean off," I said through a chuckle. "Chichi was really strong."

Lait giggled, too. "Considering what her father was capable of, that doesn't surprise me." Lait and I crossed over a small wooden bridge built over a stream with crystal clear water. "How in the world did you manage to find Ox's kingdom, anyway? We were so far off the beaten path."

"My friends and I were searching for these things called Dragon Balls and tracked one to Ox's castle."

"The Dragon Balls, eh?" said Lait as she brushed her bangs out of her eyes. "I heard if you gather… seven, was it?" I nodded. "You can summon a mighty dragon that will grant you any wish. Ox and I never saw it ourselves but we believed the legend."

"The legend is true," I said. "I've seen the Eternal Dragon. Shenron is huge and powerful. If he's summoned in the daytime, the sky goes dark like it's night."

"That must have been incredible to see," said Lait with an awed smile.

"Sure was!"

"So… it was in this search for the Dragon Balls that you first met Ox and Chichi?" said Lait, her tone lifting at the end.

"Yeah! Ox overheard my friends and me talking about how to take the Dragon Ball from his castle. He didn't like that very much," I said.

A knowing smile twinkled in Lait's eyes. "He never did take kindly to anyone showing up to take his precious treasure."

I chuckled at the memory. "Yeah, he did attack my friends and me for that."

"Sounds like Ox," said Lait with a shake of her head. "Seeing that must have upset Chichi. Her dad scared her when he got like that when she was really little."

"Well, Chichi wasn't there right then," I said. "Ox sent Chichi on a mission far away from the kingdom."

Lait glanced at me, throwing me a look with an eyebrow raised and her upper lip just slightly curled. I knew that expression and I didn't miss the warning in it. "Away from the kingdom?" she said, her tone icy.

"Uh." I swallowed. "Y-ya see, a magical fire no one could put out endangered Ox's castle. He sent Chichi out to find the turtle hermit, Master Roshi to help."

"Master Roshi, huh?" Lait's expression of warning shifted into a surprised smile. "That's a name I haven't heard in a while. Master Roshi was Ox's childhood martial arts master."

I grinned. "Master Roshi was my grandpa's master! And then I trained under Master Roshi as a kid, too!"

Lait glanced up at me. "No kidding? Ox had expressed interest in training Chichi in the style of the Turtle Hermit school." Lait smiled ruefully. "I didn't live long enough to see that happen."

I touched Lait's shoulder as we walked. She reached up and patted my hand.

"Ox did train Chichi. She is one of the strongest women I know," I said.

Lait's smile grew genuine.

I spent the next few minutes telling Lait all about how I took Chichi to Master Roshi's house and back to her kingdom.

"Ox gave me the Dragon Ball for my help and even promised Chichi's hand in marriage to me for helping him and Chichi," I said. "I agreed because I thought marriage was a type of food when I was a kid. Boy was I wrong."

Lait threw her head back and laughed. "Did ya live under a rock?"

I scratched the back of my head and laughed, too. "Pretty much."

"What happened next?" asked Lait.

"Well, my friends' hunt for the Dragon Balls took me away from Ox and Chichi. I saw Chichi again a few months later and then didn't see her for a few years after that."

Lait stared at me. "A few years?"

"I was busy training for the twenty-third World Martial Arts Tournament," I said. "Didn't see my other friends for a while, either. Not until we met again at the Tournament."

"Did you return to her after the Tournament?" asked Lait.

I shook my head. "Didn't have to. Chichi found me to remind me of the promise I made to her."

Lait frowned sadly. "You forgot about Chichi?"

"Not exactly. When I first saw her at the Tournament, I didn't recognize her at first." I chuckled at the memory. "Chichi was so angry with me, she screamed in my face."

"Oh, dear. Sounds like she inherited her father's temper," said Lait through a giggle.

I nodded. "Yeah. But I really like that about her. I love her fiery spirit."

Lait sighed wistfully and said, "Chichi always was a stubborn child."

I laughed. "I can believe it."

"So, Chichi found you at the Tournament. Did she approach you after your matches?" asked Lait.

I shook my head. "No. She fought me."

Lait's eyebrows shot up. "Fought you? You mean she registered?"

I nodded. "Yeah! She was really good, too! She made it all the way to the semi-finals!"

Lait's face lit up with an awed smile that quickly turned into one of pride.

"I still didn't know who she was and she registered under anonymous," I said. "She said she'd tell me her name if I won our match so that's what I did."

"You won and she told you her name, I take it. And then?"

"Chichi helped me remember the promise I made to her but I still didn't know exactly what I promised," I said with a twitch of my shoulders. "I had to ask my friends what marriage was. They said I was supposed to live together with her for the rest of my life. I couldn't explain why, but the thought of that just felt right."

Lait sighed as we wandered down the forest path, a dreamy smile on her face. My thoughts drifted back to simple times, back to when my days consisted of training to keep Chichi and Gohan safe and coming home every night to Chichi's warm smile and amazing cooking.

"Goku?"

Snapped from my memories, I hummed a response. Lait's dreamy smile had turned into a troubled, sad frown.

"It couldn't possibly have been a whole lifetime for Chichi or for you. There's no way. How did you… ah…" Lait scratched at her cheek.

"Huh?" I put it together. "Oh. How did I die?"

Lait's eyes flashed wide a moment and then her cheeks went a little pink. Lait waved her hand through the air. "I… heh… Goodness. That's too personal. I'm sorry I asked."

I waved off her apology and offered a smile. "No, it's okay! I died fighting this really strong, evil guy named Cell. He was about to blow up the planet and, well, I couldn't let that happen."

Lait stared at me. "The… whole planet?" She shook her head. "Ox told me stories about some of Master Roshi's ability with ki but I didn't know anyone that strong existed."

"It's real," I said. "Cell was ridiculously powerful. Stronger than me, even."

"How did you beat him?"

I smiled toward the path ahead. "I didn't. Gohan did." I felt Lait staring at me. "My son and I trained long and hard to face Cell."

When I looked at Lait, I was surprised at first to see the pure rage burning in her eyes and directed at me. Chichi's temper didn't just come from her dad. It was almost comforting in a way. I did my best not to smile—I knew from experience smiling only made Chichi's temper worse.

Lait shoved her rigid pointer finger into my chest. "You made your ten-year-old boy fight against someone tough enough to destroy an entire planet?" Her voice rose with every word.

I nodded. "We didn't have a choice. We needed him against Cell just like we needed him against all the other strong bad guys before. My Gohan was stronger than me. And he won."

Lait huffed as she dropped her finger from my chest. Her lips remained pursed and her eyes narrowed.

"You know, you look just like Chichi when you do that," I said, unable to fight my smile any longer.

Lait's rage evaporated as her eyes lit up. She laughed.

Lait and I resumed our walk, following the path up a hill. The trees thinned.

"How about you? How did you end up here?" I asked. "Chichi and Ox said you got very sick but didn't tell me anything else."

Lait nodded and frowned down at the ground at her feet. "Yes, that's right. It was cancer. It spread too far, too fast for any doctors to do anything about it. Ox went so far as to hire shamans to try to heal me." Lait pointed a slender finger at her halo. "Chichi watched all of it." Lait hung her head as her hands balled into fists at her side. Her voice cracked as she said, "No little girl should have to watch her mother die."

"I'm sorry," I said as I touched her back.

Ox and Chichi rarely talked about Lait. Even then, I knew even then talking about her was too painful for them.

Lait blew out a breath. "I got to say my goodbyes when I realized I wasn't going to survive and not everybody gets to. It wasn't a disease or virus they could catch. I found comfort in that, too."

I didn't really say goodbye to Chichi before I left to fight Cell. I hadn't really said goodbye to her all those other times I left, either. I never was fond of goodbyes.

"What does Chichi look like now?" asked Lait.

"A lot like you," I said. "But darker hair and darker eyes than yours."

"And Gohan?"

"Well, Gohan looks a bit like me but he has his mother's eyes and different hair than mine," I said.

The path ended at the top of what turned out to be a cliff, a waterfall spilling over the wall of rock not too far from where we stood.

I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest, frowning despite the breathtaking view.

"You miss Chichi and Gohan a whole lot. I can see it in your eyes," said Lait.

I gazed out over the mountains and forest that looked like home but weren't and sighed. "Yeah."

Lait rested her hand on my arm.

"I was gone a lot before this. I know I hurt Chichi when I had to leave but she always forgave me for bein' gone." I smiled sadly. "I just hope she'll forgive me for this one."

"I know she will," said Lait, maintaining the comforting contact.

Goku, said a familiar voice directly into my mind.

I twitched as Lait gasped. I looked up toward the unnaturally gold and pink sky of Other World. "King Kai? What's up?"

There's something King Yemma and I need to talk to you about. You'll want to hear this. Trust me, said King Kai.

"Uh. Okay," I said with a shrug. "I'll be right there."

Good.

"Who was that?" Lait asked, eyes wide.

"You heard him, eh? Well, he's a friend. He's telepathic."

Lait nodded, but it was the slow sort of nod people did when they didn't quite believe what they heard. "I… see."

I chuckled.

Lait adjusted the shawl around her shoulders. Her skeptical expression shifted into a sad smile. "I guess this means you have to leave then?"

"Yeah."

"Don't be a stranger. Okay?" said Lait, tears gathering in her eyes.

I smiled as I tapped two fingers to my forehead. "I wont! I know this trick that lets me teleport to anyone no matter how far away. It's called Instant Transmission."

I concentrated a moment to get a good read on her ki, filing away her exact signature.

"Now I can find you whenever I want!" I said.

Lait closed the small distance between us and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Promise?"

Lait really did remind me a lot of Chichi.

I nodded and returned the hug. "Promise."

Lait stepped back and I got ready for Instant Transmission. I spared her an extra glance as Lait and the familiar landscape melted away.

I was surprised to find King Kai hanging out in Earth's check-in station with King Yemma. Last I saw King Kai, he was on the Grand Kai's planet supervising my spar with Pikkon. Whatever it was King Kai needed to see me for, it was big. Even more confusing, both King Kai and King Yemma had a smile on their faces, which they both directed at me. Fortuneteller Baba floated over the edge of King Yemma's huge desk, sitting cross-legged on her shiny crystal ball and smiling down at me, too.

I stared back and forth between the three of them. Whatever they were about to tell me was definitely going to be big.

#Cressafics #GoChi #original character #fanfiction #because he misses her #hurt and comfort #family #slight angst #Goku's family mourned him #I think he mourned them too in a way #What do you think King Kai needed to talk to him about? ;)

[nightwingvixen23]

                                                 That Time That 

                                                     The Great 

                                                 Justice League 

                                                 Council Meeting 

                                                      Team Up 

                                            Went To Fuckin’ Shit

*Numerous superheros from several sovereign locals seated at a large round table/having been called together by Superman for a Paramount Assignment/still waiting on others to arrive*

Superman : *quietly to Batman* I am quite pleased at your arrival

Batman : And why wouldn’t I come to such a severally roundabout meeting that you called with such extreme urgency, especially when it was intuitive that it involve so many others ? *stiffly* if anything I should have been signed in the planning process as well

Superman : *charming smile* Now don’t get all grouchy on me. We do all so love the Dark Bat routine, but come now....

Batman : *growling* Don’t you dare talk down to me; I won’t have it ! I am just as much a part of the head of the Justice League as you you are. If a Paramount Assignment such as this needs to be set up, then I must be in the know next time

Superman : Yes. Next time

Wonder Woman : And I as well

Batman and Superman : *startled*

Wonder Woman : *leaning down over the back of Clark’s chair/Laso of Hestia glowing threateningly close by* I am a steel bullet in this League, I shoot fast, I prove fatal, I hone a strength in imperative demand. I hone a seat at the head of this League as well and I do not wish to feel the lesser. Now, you would not wish to upset me Superman...or you would, you say ?

Superman : No. Of course not at all. No body. I only thought it to be wiser and quicker if I were to just counsel this Council of War myself. I will be sure to inform you both of the matter fully ahead of time if it should arise

Wonder Woman : total attitude shift/cherry grin* Good ! Exactly as I thought! *pats Batman on the back a little too hard...or, hell, hard enough to pop his shoulder damn near outta place that’s for fuckin’ sure* Nice to see you in such daylight as always Batman !

Batman : *cracking shoulder back into socket* You as well Wonder Woman, and in such high spirits

Wonder woman : What can I say ? I am as bracing as it’s clear risen shine !

Aquaman : *looking up from texting* Hmpph...looks like the last to arrive are finally here....*side eye’s Batman* ...hehehe...

*arguing ensuing from outside the hallway/glass structure breaking/ unmistakable whining complaints*

*alert and terrified eyes at the table of gathered superheros*

Red Hood : *literally kicking the Council  Room doors open to shove an armful of ‘Bat Brats’ in to and on to the floor/grins over at Bruce* Aye Batman !! Found ya some little birdies ! I know how ya like’em when they’re fiesty !

Robin : *snaps at Jason’s hand*

Red Hood : Whoooaaaa, easy there buddy, easy, we’re all friends here ! Hey, how ‘bout later, if you’re a good boy, I get ya some high quality bird seed ? Hm ? A little snacky snacky for a good little birdy birdy ?? Tweet tweet ??

Robin : *grabbing sword*

Nightwing : *scrambling off the floor* NooOOOOoooo!! Be civil ! This is an important meeting !

Robin : I AM BEYOND TO BE IMPLIED AS SOMEBODY’S FUCKING PET, LET ALONE A GOD DAMNED BIRD !! *slicing through the air/nicking the edge of Red Hood’s jacket*

Red Hood : oh you mother fu– YOU’RE GONNA PAY ! 

Robin : COME AT ME FUCKER ! *slashes sword too close to Red Robin*

Spoiler : Hell no ! *picks Red Robin up/slings him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes* NO ONE fuckin’ touches Red Robin ! You slice one piece of baby soft flesh on this body molded by Zeus himself, then honey, we finna throw hands 

Red Robin : *arms and feet dangling, head upside down* um...thank you for your concern, Spoiler. I appreciate this act of chivlary

Spoiler : *walking with him to their designated seats* no prob babe. Just doin’ what any woman would do for their man 

Dick : *manages to pry sword from Robin* YOU, mister, are on NO sword punishment ! 

Robin : Then how am I supposed to fight you idiot ?!

Dick : That is exactly what I am saying, you are not. March your little butt out of those doors, right this second

Robin : *looks to Bruce*

Batman : *having seen all of this far too many times, had lost interest, looks up* ..... ....Yes. Robin. I am relieving you of duty during this Mission. We have quite the brigade of superheros, and seeing as you are behaving in a way that reveals you are unable to control yourself around Red Hood, whom will be helping us in this undertaking, I uge you into heading back to the Batcave. I will be in communication with you shortly

Robin : *aghast* WHAT ?! How DARE you ?! He called me a fucking BIRD ! He was going to feed me BIRD SEED !

Aquaman : Well I mean *huffs a laugh* aren’t ya kinda a bird ??? Robin ??

Robin : *about to square up to Aquaman*

Superman : *puts a hand to Robin’s chest* Don’t try. You won’t win this one. 

Robin : *takes a deep breath/fakes a smile* Okay. I will do as you command, Batman. Good luck during this Critical assignment of yours

Batman : Now do you see ? That is exactly as you should behave when it comes to all situations regarding things not going as you expect. I’m proud of you for this—

Robin : *walking backwards out of the Council Room holding both middle fingers up in the air* FUCK ALL YA’LL

Superman : *to Batman* ...you were saying ?

Batman : shut up

*meanwhile...*

Arsenal : *makes kissy face at Red Hood*

Red Hood : *makes heart hands at Arsenal*

Arsenal : *blows a kiss at Red Hood*

Red Hood : *catches kiss gently/devours it in an intense fake make out session/moaning loudly* yeah babby fuck yeah mmm

Arsenal : *smug* yeah you know how I like it R

Nightwing : *uncomfortably turned on*

Green Arrow : *looking from Batman to Red Hood to Arsenal then back to Batman again* 

Red Hood : *blows kiss at Arsenal*

Arsenal : *making out with imaginary kiss*

Batman and Green Arrow : *covering their faces in shame*

  *several hours later*

Superman : *standing from his chair* The beginning of this Gathering was quite sketchy there for a while, but as further along we progressed, things have gone so according to plan and for this I would like to applaud

*eruption of appluss*

Red Hood : *applauding by kicking Red Robin under the table by rythem of applause*

Red Robin : *pinches his thigh*

Red Hood : *whispering* Hey, just a little heads up; you might think that hurts and annoys me, but in reality, it’s kinky as fuck and turns me on

Red Robin : *snatches hand away/blushing down to his neck*

Nightwing : You okay there Red Robin?

Red Robin: No. Tell your salacious booty call to stop being a pervert

Spoiler : *’I’m watching you’ hand motion to Red Hood*

Red Hood : *’blow job’ hand motion to Spoiler*

Nightwing : *slapping the back of Red Hood’s head*

Red Hood : I’m telling you guys, you think you’re teaching me a lesson, but in reality, for me? This is one hell of a game of foreplay

Superman : *still addressing all superheros* —I need the lot of you to take this seemingly insurmountable load I have given you off of your backs, if only for a short while, it is well deserved. For come a few days time, we are to dive into launching this aforementioned operation, something that we all know, will to prove to be the challenge in which I have attested it to be. There is no denying it. No sugarcoating it, as you say, no dressing it up to be something enjoyable. It will be hard, grueling, and many of you may just meet your match. But let us have tonight. I am having drinks now served to the table as well as commencing the signing of our Alliance. During which is wrapped up, we shall all then take our congregation out into the common room if that at all pleases you 

*Everyone giving their praise*

Red Hood : I think it sounds like a drag

Nightwing : I think you should shut up

Red Robin : I think it sounds nice

Spoiler : I think I just wanna get drunk ‘cause girls just wanna have fun bitches

Red Robin : Kay I take mine back. I choose that one.

*silent Council Room/documented Alliance being passed around to be signed*

*waiters arrive/champagne flutes bearing pink liquor are sat astride everyone who gives thanks before drinking*

Spoiler : Yum. This tastes exotic, bet it costs more then Nightwing’s ass

Red Hood : I was wrong about not wanting to come. I’m glad I came, yanno, for the liquor

Nightwing : *way too fuckin’ loudly after taking a gulp and giggling*

*big eyes all around*

Batman : *at a loss*

Wonder Woman : *greedily eyeing the impending drama*

Aquaman : Well then shit, come sit in my lap and have my glass too baby, I’ll take care of ya after the meeting 

Nightwing : *light weight ass is already tipsy* Kaay

Red Hood : *pulling Nightwing onto his lap* no ! I said NO ! no one is allowed to touch, smell, or even LOOK at Nightwing when he gets drunk and slutty; somebody has already been hired for that specific job position and you’re already lookin’ at the son of a bitch !!

*everyone confused as fuck*

Red Hood : It’s me, you idiots, I’M the son of a bitch 

Superman : *looking at Nightwing*

Red Hood : *withdraws pistol/points it at Superman* I SAID NO LOOKING SUPERSHIT !

Starfire : *comes through the doors* I do apologize am I late ?

Superman : *hands still up in surrender to Red Hood* Oh ! Well, this meeting is all done and set. I was ready to ask of your team up for this Assignment but was well informed that you were on your own secret Mission

Starfire : Nonshell !

Aquaman : *grumbling* nonsense

Beast Boy : *nudging Aquaman* Yo, don’t disrespect the princess Aquadude

Aquaman : It’s nonsense, not nonshell

Barry : But you would think it would be totally nonshell where you come from

Beast Boy : He’s got a point

Cyborg : *jumping on the the Council Table/gulps down a glass full of champagne/tosses glass over shoulder/distant shatter of glass followed by a pissed as fuck Hal Jordan* HEY! If all ya’ll folks wanna chill the fuck out ! *picks up Starfire and Beast Boy in one arm/picks up Raven and a tipsy as fuck Nightwing in the other* I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE ! *internal audio radio system on* 🎶 Back Streets Back, ALRIGHT! 🎶

Beast Boy : Awe yeah man, turn it up !

Starfire : Oh ! hehe I do so love the love, as they say !

Nightwing : Jaaaybaaaeeeee loookie, I hav friendzzzzzzz

Red Hood : Give me back my half dressed and inebriated boyfriend right fuckin’ now !!

Raven : ...ugh...kill me….

                                                The End 

#Superman..you tried your best dude #this is a fucking mess #why did i write this #batman #red robin #red hood #nightwing #spoiler #robin #superman #wonder woman #starfire #aquaman #barry allen #hal jordan #beast boy #cyborg #arsenal #green arrow #jayroy #jaydick #someone help me #councilmeetingsgoingtofuckingshit #it's a shit storm #justice league #teen titans

[wired-writing-wallflower]

hopeless

It goes like this.

A snake meets an angel in a garden of peace and figures that knowledge was more important than that peace. The angel believes they were not destined to be. He gives a sword to the first two humans, and does not fall.

The snake is decidedly not jealous.

He will never be jealous of not falling, because it was what he was always meant to do anyways, wasn’t he?

He was always meant to go down in a blaze of searing flesh and bone and fire, fire, flames that burnt him and swirled around him as he screamed and screamed but it wouldn’t stop, it would never ever stop because all his tears were evaporating and it’s like they never existed and it’s been so long now, is this his new forever? Is this what he is meant to be? Merely an angel for an instant, a plaything to be thrown away for simply asking the wrong questions at the wrong time?

Is this his fault?

(If all the tears he cried wouldn’t have gone up in smoke, maybe they would have been the water to fill the ocean).

It’s fine.

It’s what he was made for, to be tested. The angel wasn’t.

He was fine.

Anyways, he may have gone and fallen in love with said angel.

He was just so wonderful and sweet and genuine, and he was everything the demonic snake would never be. In fact, the demon hadn’t even known that he could love anything until now.

He wasn’t supposed to love anything at all, but here he was, stupidly pining for someone who could never love him.

Hopeless.

—

It goes like this.

Holy water is passed from an angel to a demon, no longer in the form of a snake, and it doesn’t burn the demon. It doesn’t even touch his skin. Not for a second did he even think it would.

They have changed a whole lot since they met, but they have sown trust, and they have sown a bond. A new bond.

Never before has there been a pair of genuine friends that consisted of a demon and an angel, never before has there been a pair that has come close to even fraternization. Not even after the six thousand years they had known each other.

And yet...

He is still going too fast for the angel.

And he doesn’t know how.

“Too fast?!” He throws a plate to the floor, and it shatters. The shards scatter all around the room, and it almost desperately trying to get away from him, hiding under the sofa and under the space between the counters and the floor. His plants are shaking like they never have before, terrified of his unheavenly wrath.

“It’s been so long,” and he sharply pulls on his hair and now he’s crying and tear tracks are running down his face. He doesn’t care. “I’ve waited so long. I’ve tried my best. I’ve-“

He chokes on nothing but his own despair.

He’s kneeling in the shards and they’re digging into his knees. He couldn’t care less.

“What do I need to do?” He was asking someone, anyone, whoever could give him any semblance of an answer, but nobody did. He didn’t know if anyone could.

“How do I be enough? How long do I have to wait until I’m worth more to somebody?” The unknowing of what comes next cut his heart out with a butcher knife made of his own desperation. The only sound to answer his pleas, his prayers, was his own shaky breathing and his plants shuddering.

“Can he even love me?”

And that was the question, wasn’t it? He clenched his eyes shut and put his hands over his ears, alone but surrounded by so much noise, a ringing in his ears that wouldn’t go away. He could hear his decorative heart beating, pounding away, like a symbol crashing with crescendo of a whole orchestra his ears.

He was making up noises at this point, wasn’t he? Trying to deafen the silence with his own imagination. As if it could take away everything that there wasn’t. His plants had stopped cowering. They knew the only thing he wanted to yell at right now was himself.

How had God made him this way? Why did he have to exist like this, confused and incapable of accepting the simple fact that he was unlovable? How had he been cursed with a heart that cared about everything?

How had he been cursed to love when he couldn’t be loved himself?

And as he was breaking down for the thousandth time exactly in his lifetime, the angel was fixing himself a cup of tea and humming a simple melody, settling down to read one of his more recently acquired books, completely and utterly unaware of any of it. And he was still alone.

Utterly hopeless.

—

It goes like this.

The Armageddon’t was averted, and the angel and demon have saved the world. Neither of them were expected to, and neither of them were supposed to, but they did. They exist just the same as they did before.

They still drink too much together and dine at the Ritz and talk about dolphins and whales and ducks and live quite normally.

(Well, as normal as you can expect it to get.)

The demon still has yellow snake eyes and listens to Queen almost obsessively and drives too fast, and the angel still loves fancy restaurants and reads old books and barely sells any of them to his customers.

And the demon still loves.

And he still hates that he does.

“I hate caring,” he says one evening, half-way into his third bottle of fine wine. There’s no way he’s sober at this point. He had been drinking since he had arrived at Aziraphale’s bookshop, despite Aziraphale himself declining to partake in it. “I just hate it so much.”

“I know, dear,” Aziraphale raises an eyebrow and turns a page of the book he’s reading. Crowley’s pretty sure it’s one of Jane Austen’s earlier novels. “You’ve told me many times.”

“I know, I know, I know,” Crowley waves him off, but just a bit too enthusiastically, and leans forward on his knees. “But I just hate it. Too much.”

“Too much what?” He asks. He turns the page, but is almost certainly not reading it. He seems more focused on the conversation now.

“There’s too much. I feel too much. Not s’posed to.” Crowley pulls a disgusted look. “Demons ‘r not s’posed to love ‘n stuff.”

Aziraphale frowns and it looks almost like he’s trying to figure out a puzzle in his head. “You can love?”

Crowley chokes like he did so long ago, and there’s something trapped in the back of his throat, a lump that’s suffocating him, and he almost hopes that he could really die instead of just discorporate.

“I-“ he swallows deep, “I wish I couldn’t. God- Satan- Somebody,” he doesn’t know who somebody even is.

“I wish I couldn’t, so bad. So bad.” He wishes he weren’t so drunk, too, but he doesn’t want to sober up, and the love thing precedes the drunkenness by a large portion.

“Why would you not want to be able to love?” Aziraphale questions, a concerned look in his eyes. “Why would you ever want that? That would be horrible!”

“No it wouldn’t.” Crowley is completely serious, and it’s clear that Aziraphale doesn’t understand at all.

“How could not loving ever be a good thing?!”

“How could it ever be a good thing?”

Aziraphale pinches his nose and sighs. “I’m really arguing with a drunk Crowley right now,” he mutters under his breath. “Sober up.”

“But-“ Crowley whines, and Aziraphale shushes him with a finger. He huffs. “‘Kay...”

He sobers up in less than a minute, and opens his eyes to see Aziraphale with his arms crossed in front of him.

“Explain your argument.” He asks politely, and Crowley is so ready to destroy him with his debate skills.

“I love a lot, unfortunately, and people can’t love me.” He lays it plainly out in front of them, and can’t understand for the life of him why Aziraphale looks so pained.

“... Are you okay?” asks Crowley, and is completely surprised and overtaken by Aziraphale squeezing the living daylights out of him. He makes a noise that is not a squeak (it totally is, but he will never admit it) as his rib cage is practically ground to dust.

“What-“ he lets out a breath as Aziraphale hugs him closer. “What’s this for and also I can’t breathe please let me go what are you doing-“

“I’m hugging you,” says Aziraphale simply, and only lets Crowley have a bit of breathing room.

“But why?” Crowley asks with a furrowed brow.

“Because you need one, clearly,” and that’s the explanation he gives.

Crowley is still not following. “Why would I need a hug?”

“You can be loved,” and Crowley’s lungs are screaming for another reason as all his air is stolen, along with his words.

“You can be loved so much, Crowley, you can be loved, you can be loved, I love you and you don’t even know how much, I promise you I’ll never hide it ever again, I promise, you go so fast but I think I’ve caught up, Crowley, oh dear...” There’s tears dripping and soaking his shirt, but he doesn’t care, because he’s ruining Aziraphale’s coat too.

“I-“ How does one say that they have loved another for thousands of years? Since the garden of Eden? Since they knew each other?

“I love you so much I can’t think anymore,” is what he goes with. “I just never thought that anyone could love a demon.”

The angel, his angel, was still holding him in his arms. “I’m not sure if being a demon suits you, darling. I think you may be the only exception.”

And so they live as exceptions.

Mutual exceptions, a demon who didn’t quite suit being a demon or an angel, and an angel who didn’t quite suit being an angel or a demon.

In the end, they were quite human.

And they were quite happy with that.

Maybe they weren’t quite hopeless.

#good omens #good omens tv #fandom #good omens fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #good omens fanfic #writing #creative writing #first fanfic #good omens fandom #bad fanfiction #ineffable partners #ineffable husbands #the ineffable plan #ineffable #angel and demon

[salvatoreschool]

Wait, Is Legacies' Sebastian Connected To Vampire Diaries Or The Originals?

What is the deal with new guy Sebastian on Legacies Season 2, and is that deal connected to The Vampire Diaries and/or The Originals? Sebastian showed up out of nowhere and charmed Lizzie Saltzman, who also reminds him of someone he used to know. A hint? Also, is Lizzie -- excuse me, Elizabeth -- the only one who can see him?

To vampire MG, Sebastian is invisible, leading some fans to wonder if Lizzie imagined Sebastian or (more likely) if there's some other kind of supernatural magic at work. Is it possible that Sebastian has a connection to The Vampire Diaries, the show that started it all, and/or its first spinoff, The Originals? He's already been compared to TVD's Damon Salvatore. And we know Hope Mikaelson's Aunt Freya is coming to Legacies soon. Will Seb have anything to do with her arrival?

Thomas Doherty plays Sebastian on Legacies and he seems to be having fun teasing out answers. He did say that Sebastian's backstory will be revealed in Episode 5, which is titled "Screw Endgame" and airs November 14. There isn't a new episode on Thursday, October 31 for Halloween, unfortunately, but that means we only have the November 7 episode before getting to the truth about Sebastian.

After Thomas Doherty mentioned his initial interest in Elizabeth is because she reminds him of a past lover, ET asked if there could be another potential doppelgänger in the mix. That's certainly something fans have gotten used to from The Vampire Diaries.

Here's Thomas Doherty's attempt to deflect from that question:

Thomas Doherty: I don't think there is another Thomas wandering around the set, but you never know. [Laughs]

ET: Maybe not a Thomas or Sebastian doppelgänger, but could Lizzie have one, and that is why it reminds Sebastian of his past love?

Thomas Doherty: [Laughs] Maybe.

Ugh! He can't really confirm or deny anything, which is why he also played coy when asked directly if Sebastian had any ties to the Salvatores of The Vampire Diaries or Mikaelsons of The Originals -- you know, the founding families of our supernatural world. Here's what Thomas Doherty said about that:

Potentially [Laughs]. This is really hard! Wait and see.

Potentially! Sebastian was already described as something like Ian Somerhalder's Damon Salvatore of The Vampire Diaries. Thomas Doherty agreed both characters have a "kind of brooding, charming, mysterious thing about them."

The actor also said Sebastian will become much more present as the season progresses. It sounds like we're building toward a great reveal:

I really hope that I don't disappoint anyone. I don't really think [fans] will be. As I was reading the script, as I started, I was like, 'Whaaat?! Oh my god!' I don't think anyone will be disappointed.

Nice! Would it be too obvious for Sebastian to be the hooded figure in the Mystic Falls cemetery, connected to Malivore? I still feel like Vardemus is somehow connected to that, and maybe he's dragging Dark Josie into it. Still, we have to remember the timing of Sebastian's sudden appearance, right around when Hope escaped Malivore. Can Hope see Sebastian? I want to see them interact...

Thomas Doherty told EW we're dealing with something new in Sebastian:

The character’s written as someone that is very different than the vampires that we’ve seen before in Legacies.

I'm open to any and all Sebastian theories at this point, especially if they connect to the larger story being told from Vampire Diaries or The Originals.

Don't forget the Hope Mikaelson's Aunt Freya from The Originals is meant to be coming to Mystic Falls, and we've been told 1) Freya is supposed to show up in Episode 6, right after Sebastian's big reveal episode; and 2) Julie Plec said it's not Hope who goes and brings Freya to Mystic Falls. She said it's someone else and it'll be an interesting dynamic. I had been assuming Landon, but what if it's Sebastian?

I'm also fond of this fan theory connecting Sebastian to the Gemini Coven, which would connect him to The Vampire Diaries, The Merge, Josie and Lizzie Saltzman, their late biological mother, and their crazy Uncle Kai.

No clue if that theory holds water, but I like it. Plus, am I reading too much into things to notice Sebastian's ring? He and Lizzie go on some kind of picnic date in Episode 4, "Since When Do You Speak Japanese?" and the promo photo shows his ring. Is that just a classic daylight ring to protect him from the sun? Is the ring by any chance enchanted in other ways? I may be reaching.

So we know answers on Sebastian are coming in Legacies Season 2, Episode 5 (which is also the '80s decade dance episode). EW said Freya was scheduled for Episode 6. And Julie Plec said the hooded figure mystery would play out around the winter finale before the big midseason break.

We don't have a date on that yet, but it shouldn't be too long after Episode 6 -- since Episode 5 airs November 15, Episode 6 should be November 21, November 28 is Thanksgiving so I'm sure they'll be taking a break, and I imagine Episode 7 will air on December 5. Last year's winter finale was Episode 7, airing December 13. It's possible this year we'll get the winter finale in Episode 8 on December 12, if The CW sticks with that schedule. (Legacies is meant to have a big Christmas episode this year, but it's not actually set on Christmas, which is intriguing.)

At any rate, answers on Sebastian, Freya, and the hooded figure should be coming soon -- so now is the time to air your theories in case you turn out to be right!

Legacies returns with Season 2, Episode 4 on Thursday, November 7 at 9 p.m. on The CW. Keep up with everything still airing on TV this year with our handy 2019 fall TV premiere schedule.

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