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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Housewife

Part - 11

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, homophobic slang

Part 1

Billy slammed his bedroom door after yet another fight with his dad. His father wasn't keen on his son skipping school and being a victim of a brutal attack wasn't a good enough excuse. He pulled out his phone dialing Stu's number. It rang and it rang which was unusual. No one answered. 'Maybe he wasn't home?' Billy wondered quickly realizing Stu had no place to go. He dialed again hearing the mind numbing ring. Finally Stu picked up.

"Hello?" A woman spoke. "Uhm is Stu there?" The voice on the end belonged to his mother. A person Billy only met twice. "No, Stu went... Oh shit honey where did Stu go? What's his little girlfriend's name?" Billy listened closely trying to hear all of the conversation. He could barley make out a man's voice in the back which he assumed was Stu's father. "No not that one she died remember." Billy raised his eyebrows in surprise. Even he wasn't that insensitive and he murdered her. "Y/n, Stu is staying at Y/n's." Staying?

Billy laughed nervously. "No I don't think I heard you right ma'am. Did you say "staying?"" She rubbed her forehead wanting to hang up on the strange child. "Yes he moved out while we do renovations. Goodbye now." The line died leaving Billy to piece all this together. It was almost laughable. He managed to lose the only two people he cared about on this horrible planet and both of them were probably fucking without saying so much as one word to him. Billy grabbed his things deciding to pay you and Stu a visit.

The drive back to your place was nice. He had a plan and things always ran smoother with a plan. He parked a block down the street deciding to walk the rest of the way. Your bedroom light was on making it easy for people like Billy to see into your life. He was ready for the worst. Maybe he'd break in like a scorned lover and kill the both of you. It'd be poetic but it would easily trace back to him. With your fragile little heart it'd probably stop knowing you'd been caught.

He lifted the binoculars he brought up adjusting the lenses so he could see. You walked into the room wearing some nightgown that resembled something he's sure his grandmother wore. You were holding a bowl handing it to Stu who sat on the floor. Once you sat down you were completely out of view. Billy cursed under his breath as he thought up a new plan.

"You can't hog the m&ms asshole." You threw a blue one which he caught like a seal. Stu raised his eyebrows surprised he actually caught it. "I'm impressed." You clapped and he did a half bow sitting on the floor. "This is one of my favorite's." You said pointing towards the movie that just started. Stu rolled his eyes. "Everything is your favorite." He passed you the bowl of candy. "What is this again?" Stu asked only paying attention to long haired actor.

"Benny and Joon. I saw it when it came out with my ex." Stu was interested in that story but he let it go knowing how much you wanted to watch your movie. "Billy should grow his hair out like that." Stu said before he popped a handful of candy in his mouth showing you the mashed up contents. "Why are you so nasty?" He laughed looking back towards the TV. "No, long haired boys have too much power over me. He keeps playing though I'm going to buzz off what hair he does have."

You were oblivious to the man in your home and Billy was scared for you. No wonder you needed someone to protect you. The key was still in the same place it was Saturday after they left your house. He wished he could relive that day. Billy heard his name so he stopped moving trying to hear what Stu was saying. He thought you were furious at him but you talked about him like he was still your friend.

Stu laughed. "In that case I'll grow mine out." He was only half joking. "I think you could pull it off. Grow it too long though you run the risk of looking like Shaggy form Scooby Doo." You teased tossing a m&m up letting your friend catch it. "I'll keep it like it is then. I have thought about dyeing it though." You squinted picturing him with different colored hair. "What color?" Stu scratched his head in thought. "White or maybe frosted tips." You cringed at the thought of frosted tips. "Fuck I'll make sure never to play poker with you. Damn." He laughed at the obvious face you made.

Billy crept up the stairs just enough to be able to see in your room. "Oh shhh. I think blonde hair would look good on you but frosted tips is just too gay even for you." He gasped as he brought his hand up to his forehead like he was about to faint. "Yeah you're probably right." He dropped the act eating more candy. "Besides once we graduate we'll pack our shit and leave. You could dye your hair whatever color you want. What's your opinion on cottages?"

You sat on the bed with a big bowl of candy while Stu sat in the floor at the end of the bed. Billy was relieved and a little disappointed there was no sinful act happening. Where did this leave him though? Were you both just waiting for him to make a move? You didn't tell him how to fix things and that bothered the hell out of him.

"You're worried about frosted tips being gay but you want me to live in a cottage with you? I might as well wrestle naked with Billy outside just to show off to the neighbors." You pursed your lips. "Include baby oil and I'll be there." Stu laughed scrunching his face. "You are an absolute freak. Me too." You both laughed eventually focusing back on the movie.

It was nice to know Stu was still his usual self but it was odd seeing you adapt to who you were around. The baby oil comment which Billy did not want to unpack is something you'd never say to his face. You were carefree around Stu and it felt like for the first time since he met you he was seeing who you actually were.

"Someone's at the door." Stu said pausing the VCR. You groaned knowing Billy was showing back up to either kill you or try some stupid attempt of convincing you that you need him. "I'll get it. Stay up here I don't want a fight." Stu nodded laying back on your floor. You walked to the front door trying to prepare yourself for whatever was about to happen. "What do you want Billy?" Billy had a small window of time to back out.

"May I come in?" He asked and you knew he was about to put on an Oscar worthy performance. "You may." You said bemused as you moved out of the way letting him in. "Can you tell Stu to come down here I need to talk to him too." Your blood ran cold. Billy knew and you were both likely dead. "How'd you know?" The door locked in placed once you shut it. "I called his house and his mom picked up." You sighed nodding your head. "Hey Stu, can you come down here?" You called out worried for the both of you.

Stu was terrified. He felt like a child in trouble. The walk of shame down the steps was especially embarrassing seeing Billy at the end of them. "Hey Stu." He said sending the boy a small smile. Your new roommate shot you a look saying something along the lines of "what the fuck?" Billy knew he had to choose his words very carefully. "Um can you both just sit down for a second?" Oh yeah the cops were sure to find you and Stu tomorrow.

Both you and Stu sat on the couch looking at your friend stand in front of you. "I'll be the first to say I'm not good at this." He looked to the floor only looking up once Stu spoke. "No kidding." He joked but you looked at him with eyes that could only tell him to shut up. Billy chuckled before talking again. "I'm sorry." You analyzed those two words over and over in your head. They sounded genuine but they couldn't be coming from Billy, could they? "I am sorry for what I did to both of you. Stu I'm most ashamed about what I've done to you."

Billy was walking on eggshells here. His eyes darted over at you reading you expression. You weren't mad. Stu has suffered Billy's wrath way longer than you've known him. "I really do care about you, I'm just scared of what people think about me. I hate the way people stare at us when we're out in public it makes me want to peel my skin off. I shouldn't take that out on you or make you feel as awful as I do. So I really am sorry." Billy's words worked on Stu you saw it in real time. You still couldn't figure out what was genuine and what was bullshit.

"Y/n." It was a good start but how was he going to finish it? The moment he tried to put the blame on someone other than himself you swore you'd beat his ass. You and Stu would have a body to dispose of. "I was and still am a horrible person. I never once thought about how you felt or how what I did affected you because I never cared." It hurt but it was honest. The way kids stared and whispered about him today, he couldn't begin to imagine what you went through on a daily basis.

"I'm going to change." You laughed dryly turning your head away from him. Billy dropped to his knees in front of you holding your hands in his. You were losing. He knew what he was doing and it was working. "I'm going to get better because I can't imagine a world without you and Stu in it. I know you can make it on your own but I can't. I need you a million times more than you need me and I know that. Not just to cook or clean but I need you to squeeze my arm when you watch a scary movie. I need you to call me out on my shit when I'm obviously spinning a story my way."

"I need you Y/n." Stu looked at Billy never seeing him open up like this. "You don't even know me." You quipped trying to be the voice of reason. Billy's voice cracked as he spoke. "Then teach me. I'll take notes if you want me to. This whole thing was to start over. We could bump into each other somewhere and we will meet for the first time all over again. I just need you Y/n, whatever version you give me I'll be happy to have." You lost. "Will you two excuse me for a moment?" You politely stood up going up stairs to your bathroom. Shutting the door you then turned on the faucet to full blast. The sink was going and eventually so was the tub. "Is she running water?" Billy asked worried he had done something wrong. You screamed so loud Stu honest to God thought the neighbors would call the cops. "Is she okay?" Billy asked standing up to go check on you. Stu stuck his arm out stopping him. "She does this."

You calmly returned, both the boys worried you might pass out from the length of the screams. "What do you want?" You asked Billy as you leaned on the door frame. "What do you mean?" This time he just wanted your forgiveness. He wanted to try again. "I accepted your apology. What do you want from us? Do you want us to go upstairs so we can some a threesome or are you actually wanting to figure this out?" It was sarcastic but you saw the brief second of consideration pass your friends faces. "I want us to be friends again at least. Did you know some bitches sat at our water fountain today?" He looked at Stu starting a whole new conversation. "Are they blind we sit there everyday?"

You snapped grabbing their attention. "I'm not fucking around. If we do this we do it right. I'm not getting hurt again and if I do I'm cutting someone's balls off." Stu put his finger to the tip of his nose quickly. "Not it!" He shouted making Billy smack his arm. "Ow man I was joking." He wasn't joking. "Am I understood?" The boys looked at each other not sure if they should feel this way about you right now. "Understood." Billy said as Stu echoed him. "Great! Now who wants dinner?"

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Part 12

A/N: I am absolutely in shock by how much love this series is getting. I just wanted to let everyone know that the taglist is now closed. Thank you all so much for being so kind and supportive. 💕

(if your name has a line through it Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you.)

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queerly-autistic · 3 months

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Right, I think it's time for some positivity, and also a reality check (and I mean that in the most loving way possible) regarding the campaign to save OFMD. I've seen a lot of people saying 'it's been nearly a month, we should have been picked up by now', and whilst, yes, some cancelled shows have received very quick movement to other streamers, it's absolutely not the story for all of them. We've seen numerous shows follow different journeys from cancellation to pick-up, and there's no way of knowing what journey we might be going on.

Are we in the fast lane where we get picked up the next month (lookin' at you, Lucifer and The Expanse)? The middling lane where it takes months for a pick-up deal to be hashed out (lookin' at you, One Day At A Time, The Tourist, and Warrior)? The slow lane where we keep pushing for years and then eventually crowdfund a film (lookin' at you Veronica Mars)?

I think we have to consider the fact that OFMD being cancelled was a last minute thing that blindsided the cast and crew (and shocked people across the industry). So we're going into it in a different position to other shows that had maybe had a hint/suggestion that cancellation was coming before it happened. This is because if there are rumours of cancellation circling, it gives a chance for feelers to be put out to other networks/by other networks before the actual cancellation is confirmed. That didn't happen here. Which is important.

It's not just wham bam thank you ma'am and now you've been picked up by Netflix (or insert streamer of your choice). It's a negotiation. It's a process. It takes time. There is a very good reason that people heavily suspect that Brooklyn 99 had already been picked up before the cancellation was officially announced, and that the cancelled-to-new-home-in-24-hours thing was pretty much just a marketing stunt. No way was that all negotiated to the point of announcement within a day,

There are many reasons why any potential pick-up elsewhere might take a bit more time. For example, if David is (hopefully) juggling interest from multiple different networks, then that has to be hashed out and negotiated to make sure the best deal is reached for everyone. Also, OFMD is potentially a more complicated show to negotiate than we imagine: at a very basic level, it has a large ensemble (a large international ensemble), which would need to be discussed and negotiated, and it's filmed in New Zealand, which would need to be discussed and negotiated. That doesn't work against it in terms of 'it's more complicated, so it won't be picked up' but it could very well mean that the time needed to negotiate a pick-up is longer.

Remember: One Day At A Time had a much smaller cast (which wasn't an international cast) and it basically had one single studio set (being a sitcom), and that took three months to be saved.

I chatted with my friend, also a fan, who has worked in television production previously and is currently working as a screenwriter, and she confirmed just how much time, discussion and negotiation this stuff takes. She basically said: yep, this all takes time and this is very normal. And this is coming from someone who is very firmly in the 'I am refusing to get my hopes up because I can't bear to get hurt again' camp of trying to save the show.

On that note, I think it's important to address David's silence, because I've seen a few people panicking about that. There's a very good chance that if he is in negotiations right now (and I do not know if he is, he might not be!) then there would be a lot he wouldn't be able to talk about. And he knows that we dissect every single syllable of his posts, so posting anything would be risky. Negotiations are tricky things that involve juggling multiple balls (and torches and knives and chainsaws), and a lot of push-and-pull, back-and-forth, variables-upon-variables, and so going silent on social media would be absolutely what I would expect from him if that was happening.

It's eerie for us because we had a burst of activity from David, a lot of noise and a lot of confidence, and then...nothing. That's jarring, and anxiety-inducing. But I want us to think of it this way: David did a big post about being back in New York, about things looking up, and then he went uncharacteristically silent, which is what would happen if things were going on that he couldn't talk about. I have no idea what, if anything, might be going on, but it's important not to see this as a bad thing.

As someone on Twitter, who also works in the industry (they work as an actor) said the other day: in this business, no news is good news.

(also important to note: if he suddenly reappears on social media, that also doesn't mean that any negotiations have fallen through, and we should all panic; anything could be happening, and I know we're little anxiety gremlins - me included, bigly - but until we are definitively told that this is over and there's no hope, then it's not over and there is hope)

There's no way of knowing what is going on, or how long whatever is (or isn't) going on might take. This might be a sprint, but it could just as easily be a marathon. The show not being picked up immediately does not mean there is no hope, as we have seen with numerous other shows. Look at fandoms like Shadow and Bone, who are still fighting tooth and nail for their show because they refuse to give up on it. They haven't given up, and neither should we.

We need to decide if we love OFMD enough to fight for it long-term, to settle in for a long battle, and keep pushing for as long as it takes. And I think, as difficult as it might be, we all know that this show, and its cast and crew, is worth it.

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roosterforme · 1 year

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I'm So Hot For You | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley makes you some homemade hot sauce to show his love and appreciation for you being his sexy nurse.

Warnings: Fluff

Length: 1600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! (But it can be read on its own) Check my masterlist in my profile for the reading order!

After spending weeks and countless hours helping Bradley heal after he had been injured, you really deserved something special.

And now that you were going to be his wife, Bradley thought you deserved everything. But the one thing he knew you would love that he thought he could give you, was your very own homemade hot sauce.

"Why are we here?" Jake asked him for the tenth time as he and Bradley donned matching aprons that said San Diego Community College across the front.

"To make hot sauce, dumbass."

"Yes, I understand that much, but why are we here? I don't see why you didn't just bring Angel with you."

"It's supposed to be a surprise. You do know what a surprise is, correct?" Bradley asked him, like he was talking to a very small child. "Now put your gloves on so you don't burn your eyes later."

Jake scoffed at him as the instructor introduced herself to the class, and both Bradley and Jake settled onto the stools behind their workstation.

"Hi everyone! My name is Miss Mabel, and I will be your teacher for today," said a very kind looking older woman. Bradley sat up straight on his stool, ready to make a treat that you would love. "It's so nice to see so many couples here. This is a great relationship building exercise."

Jake turned and glared at Bradley. "Couples? Relationship? What did you bring me to, Bradshaw?!"

"I..... oh, shit," Bradley muttered, but Miss Mabel was already talking about different kinds of hot peppers, and Bradley really wanted to take good notes. He started scribbling down everything she was telling them.

After Miss Mabel got everyone started on instructions, she started to walk around the room and help each pair individually.

"You should have brought your future wife to couples cooking class, Bradshaw," Jake said, sorting the peppers by scoville heat units.

"Can you just cooperate and help me, please?" Bradley begged, getting out a set of knives and cutting boards. "You know I can't do this right by myself."

Jake sighed deeply. "It amazes me that you manage to get through the day. Fine, I'll help," he agreed, handing Bradley the peppers in order of hotness to cut up.

"Gentlemen, how are we making out over here?" Miss Mabel asked when she stopped at their table.

Jake just shook his head. "Not sure, Miss Mabel. He's kind of a lost cause in the kitchen, but he's demanding that he takes the lead on this one." Jake held his hands up in surrender.

"I just wanted it to be special," Bradley grunted, dicing up a habanero pepper. "Can't I try to make something special for the person I love?"

Miss Mabel just smiled at them. "Cooking for your significant other is always a gift from the heart."

"Yeah, well... he's being so grouchy about this. He keeps saying he just needs it to be perfect," Jake told her. Then in a hushed voice, he added, "But between you and me, Miss Mabel, his creativity outweighs his ability. And then he gets very snarky when things don't go as planned."

"If I get grouchy, it's usually always your fault," Bradley told Jake as he added an array of peppers to the blender.

"You two seem like polar opposites! How long have you known each other?"

"Too long," Bradley grunted at the same time as Jake said, "Twelve years, Ma'am."

Bradley watched Jake measure out some vinegar and add it to the blender as he chattered along with Miss Mabel.

"That's a long time," Miss Mabel noted. "You two seem to need to work on your communication with each other. I would definitely recommend more of my classes as a fun way to help you with that."

"Thanks. We'll definitely consider it," Jake told her with a wink before she moved to the next table.

Bradley glared at him. "Will you stop fucking around?"

Jake just started cracking up. "She thinks we're in a relationship. With each other."

"Yeah. I caught that," Bradley said, shaking his head. "Now how much vinegar did you add? A teaspoon or a tablespoon?"

"Could you imagine a world in which I would slum it with you, Bradshaw? Hilarious," Jake drawled, settling back onto his stool.

Bradley rolled his eyes. "I would never date you. You are insufferable and irritating. That's probably why my fiancée turned you down. Now, did you add a teaspoon or a tablespoon?"

"Um, the little one," Jake replied, looking unsure of himself.

Bradley tipped his head back and counted to five before looking at Jake again. "Bringing you here was a terrible idea."

"Yeah, mainly because it's for couples, but also because I am no better in the kitchen than you are."

When it was time to sample the sauces, Miss Mabel deemed Bradley and Jake's batch 'nearly inedible' and told them they should 'work on communicating and listening to one another'.

When they left the classroom, Jake checked his phone, completely unfazed by the epic failure. "Wanna stop at the Hard Deck?"

Bradley scowled. "No, I don't want to stop at the Hard Deck! I'm taking my jar of nasty hot sauce home and telling her you ruined it."

Jake just shrugged. "She's going to think it's funny."

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When Bradley got home, you were just walking up the sidewalk with Tramp on his leash.

"Look! It's Daddy!" you told Tramp as he pulled you along to get to Bradley faster. "Did you have fun with Jake?" you asked Bradley as he scooped Tramp into his arms.

"No," he told you, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"Where did you guys go, anyway?"

Bradley followed you and Tramp into the house, smiling as the sunlight hit your engagement ring.

"Baby Girl, I just wanted to do something nice for you, but I made this for you instead," he said, holding out the jar of hot sauce to you.

"What is it?" you asked, eyeing it skeptically. Even Bradley found the shade of orangish-green to be off putting, and he would eat pretty much anything.

"Hot sauce."

"Hot sauce?! You made me hot sauce?" you asked, your eyes filled with love as you flung your arms around him. "I love it!"

"Well...." Bradley said while cringing. "Maybe you should taste it before you say that...."

He watched you dip a spoon into the jar, and the look of pure delight on your face turned to one of panic as the sauce touched your tongue. "What the fuck is in this?" you asked, coughing and gagging. Bradley watched you head for the sink, and he tried to suppress a laugh, but he couldn't. "It tastes like sour, evil vinegar."

"I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. I know it's disgusting. I tried my best. But the teacher thought Jake and I were a couple, and it was a disaster." He poured you a glass of milk and wiped the tears from your eyes with his thumbs.

"Wait, what?" you asked, and Bradley told you the entire story. By the end of it, you were cracking up. "Oh, that's hilarious, Roo. I've got to text Jake."

"He said you would think the whole thing was funny. And I guess that's just one reason why I'm marrying you. Because you don't think I'm a complete disaster even when I am."

You looked up from your phone. "Bradley. You're never a disaster."

He shrugged and you wrapped your arms around him again. "I just wanted to surprise you with something you would like, Sweetheart. You were so good to me when I was healing, always making me food and taking care of everything around here."

You looked up at him and smiled. "I think going with Jake was probably your first mistake. We can try to make a hot sauce here. Together. If you want to."

"I took notes. Miss Mabel was actually very thorough."

Bradley watched you skim through his notebook before you grabbed your car keys. "Let's go to the farmer's market before it closes and buy peppers."

You seemed to know what you were doing, so Bradley held your hand and carried everything for you.

"These are the little green peppers in my favorite hot sauce. Should we add them to ours?" you asked, pointing out some kind of pepper Bradley never heard of.

"Definitely, Sweetheart." He watched as you picked out a few more. When you got back home to your kitchen, he felt perfectly at ease as you read Miss Mabel's instructions out loud and put him to work.

Being around you was easy for Bradley in a way he had never experienced before. You laughed as he cut up the peppers and told you more about Miss Mabel's class.

"We should go to a Miss Mabel class together," you told him. "Jake can just fuck off, he's not allowed to be in a relationship with you."

Bradley laughed and agreed, and while you blended everything together, he signed the two of you up for a salsa making class at the college.

"Want to try the first bite?" you asked, offering the spoon to Bradley. He took a small taste, and it was good. Great, even.

"Incredible," he said, and you grinned when you tried it.

"It's perfect," you agreed, and Bradley played with your hair and kissed your neck as you made them eggs covered in homemade hot sauce for dinner.

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Just a fluffy little moment between these two (and Jake)! One more one-shot and then we dig into another series with these two if you can believe it....

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wosoluver · 2 days

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To undo a mistake

Part 17/17 - previous.

Lena x Bayern Player!reader

You hated the way you had ended the conversation. You knew this time you were in the wrong. And being irrational about the situation.

Above all you knew your true feelings, and the fear of giving yourself away.

The last three days were a bliss. You were enjoying your own little world. You hadn't been hit yet by reality or facts.

You hadn't faced the outside bubble, where real consequences existed.

Where people could look at you and make their remarks. Where you had to remember the reason you were so scared of opening up to her once again.

Right now you were under the hot shower, trying to feel a little less frustrated. Trying to think of what to say and where to go from here.

Be honest to yourself, but let it go? Or be honest to yourself and accept the possibilities ahead?

You got out of the shower, and as soon as you were done putting on your clothes, you heard the door bell ring.

Knowing exactly who it was. She had a hard expression on your face. Trying her hardest to not let her feelings through.

"I'll help you take everything to the car."

"I don't need your help."

But she clearly did. Looking over to what she had left there, it seemed to multiply the more time they were left there.

So, ignoring her words you grabbed a few things to carry down.

The elevator down felt like you were about to arrive at doomsday. Like you were about to reach an end, that was abruptly put in front of you, when you finally felt close to paradise again.

Mustering up the courage you still had in you, to look up at her.

A single tear made it's way down her face.

That one hurt, like a thousand knives had pierced through you.

Like you, Lena felt like this could be the last time. Despite all her love, and all the changes you both had gone through, it still wasn't enough to fix what was broken.

Or was it?

Rain was pouring down as you made the way to Lea's car.

You didn't remember seeing any dark clouds earlier that day. Much like your relationship, the day started sunny, but ended up in a bad weather.

You put the stuff on the trunk and made the way up once again, to retrieve the last of her things.

You made a mess everywhere you walked by. Water dripping from your clothes, your hair fully wet.

And you got in the elevator together, for the last ride.

Or was it?

As you both started to make your way on the side walked you simply stopped dead in your tracks. That caught her attention, as she had let you walk in front of her.

"Stop." - you said in a whisper barely audible. If she wasn't facing you, and seeing your lips move she wouldn't even be able to notice.

"What?" - she said loudly, so she could be heard over the sound of rain hitting the ground and shaking up the trees.

"I'm not doing this again."

She looked at you questioning, but didn't dare to say a word.

"I'm not letting you go again, Lena." - this time setting what ever it was you were holding, down. - "I love you Schatz." - walking into her arms. Your own tears now mixing with the rain droplets.

"I love you, Liebling." - she said pulling you in for a kiss.

But this time it wasn't a painful kiss, like you used to share when one of you was leaving. Or a desperate kiss you give her every time you got to see her again, because you couldn't hold back after being apart, even if it was only for a couple days.

"Please let's go inside. We'll get everything from the car later."

"Lea is going to kill me for leaving her without a car."

But she followed you in nonetheless.

"We need to get out of these clothes before we catch a cold."

"Yes ma'am."

And once more just like the weather you were able to pass through the rain, and use your love as a sun, to warm each up and make a rainbow shine through at the end of it all.

I can't believe we're closing this story. My first multi part fic 🥹 I was really excited in the beginning, in the middle I thought I had lost it, but I really enjoyed these last couple of chapters. Thank you for the anon who requested this and guided me, ily forever. And thank you to everyone who gave me support! 🩷

what is our next multi part story? 🫣

let me know!

#woso x reader #lena oberdorf x reader #lena oberdorf #dfb frauen #vfl wolfsburg frauen #fc bayern frauen

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gumjester · 11 months

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whether or not i would fight the following eah students

im drunk and found this in my notes from 2021. 😭 I NO LONGER STAND BY SOME OF THESE OPINIONS. but most i do. a semantic sequel to this post

Raven Queen: no. hasn't she already been through enough? also i'd definitely lose

Apple White: yes. god yes. it would be so funny

Briar Beauty: maybe while drunk, but something tells me it would be a very bad idea

Ashlynn Ella: no. god, how depressing would that be? though maybe she'd have a chance if she went at me with a stiletto

Hunter Huntsman: yes, because it would be funny to see how he would try to avoid killing me instantly

Cedar Wood: no. what's the point? it's like trying to kick the shit out of a really polite coffee table

Cerise Hood: MAYBE IF I WAS FEELING REALLY MEAN. it would be funny in a similar manner to hunter, but with the added tension of me constantly going for the hood. i know ur shit cerise. don't play w me

Blondie Lockes: i consider fighting blondie lockes one of my primary life goals. i will curbstomp that bitch in the middle of her own livestream

Sparrow Hood: 100%, mostly for public spectacle. idk if i would win but I'm sure we'd have a wonderful time. unless he has his guitar on him because he would defo play dirty and just start swinging it like a mace

Duchess Swan: no thank you. ballerinas are strong and duchess stores anger like nutrition for the winter. she would break my neck

Darling Charming: i don't think so. depending where she is on public knowledge of her secret she'd either purposefully lose or just wipe the floor with me. awkward all round

Dexter Charming: maybe, because i think if he gave it a proper go he'd win and i feel like that would be good for his self esteem

Daring Charming: yes, because i know i'd win if i straight away went for his face. bust his lip open. it would humble him

Lizzie Hearts: no ma'am. maybe i'd fare better in hand to hand combat but i can't imagine she'd keep any less than four knives on her person and lizzie is not the type to hold back. im heading straight to hospital

Kitty Cheshire: no. it would be humiliating. i can't see how i'd even get a hit in

Maddie Hatter: absolutely not. i have no qualms with her whatsoever, also she'd definitely kill me by accident

Alistair Wonderland: sure, why not. i want to see what all that time in apocalyptic wonderland has taught him, and whether it cancels out his status as a fucking nerd

Bunny Blanc: no, because i don't want to go to jail for homicide. she is a 5 foot nothing rabbit who can barely stand up by herself. she'd die if i poked her with a toothpick

Chase Redford: NO. if he didn't want to fight he'd just silently let me hit him for like an hour, and if he was About It then he'd instantly fucking annihilate me. just leave the boy alone

Courtly Jester: I KNOW I'D LOSE BUT IT'S THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING. I HAVE TO FIGHT HER. i might even have a chance if she wasn't allowed to pirate any dark magic

Humphrey Dumpty: i feel cruel for even thinking about this. he's a skinny gamer with a physical predisposition for getting hit. it would be like shooting fish in the most depressing barrel

Hopper Croakington II: NO. HE IS MY FUCKING BOY AND I'LL PROTECT HIM WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE. also i could just flirt and then stamp on the frog

Faybelle Thorn: yeah sure. this may sound egotistical but i'm pretty sure i could win if magic wasn't involved

Crystal Winter: yes. the bitch would trip over her own shoelaces and knock herself out

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 9 months

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Happy Village Trail

After the battle of Vacuo and pushing Salem's forces back, everyone is taking a much needed rest to recover before going back to Vale to (hopefully) end the war. Blake is helping Kali in the kitchen making breakfast when she realizes that the knives are all dull.

Blake: (sharpening knives) Mom, how did you let these get so dull?

Kali: I'm sorry, dear. In case you haven't noticed, things have been pretty hectic here.

Blake: You could just let me use Gambol Shroud to-

Kali: You are not using your weapon, that you use to disembowel Grimm, on any of the food I am preparing for breakfast.

Blake: (rolls eyes and finishes sharpening the first knife) Fine, here. This one should be fine. (flips knife to Kali)

Yang: (pops out of nowhere and catches knife with a smirk) Never would have thought I'd be the one saying this, but no knife throwing in the house.

Blake: Good morning, Sleepy Head. Sleep well? (notices Yang's only wearing a sports bra and jeans, the elastic of her boxers is poking out from the waistband) Pants were an afterthought, huh?

Yang: (blushes) What do you mean?

Blake: Those are Sun's jeans.

Yang: Huh... I thought these felt different. How did a pair of Sun's pants get in our house?

Blake: He lost them during the after battle party, remember? (stares appreciatively) Not going to lie, you fill them out better than he does.

Yang: (puffs her chest proudly) Of course I do! Have you seen these legs and ass?

Blake: And everything in between~ (squints when she notices tufts of dark blonde hair trailing from Yang's bellybutton into her jeans) Yang... have you always had that?

Yang: (checking the knife's sharpness by shaving her arm hairs) Had what? Arm hair?

Blake: No- well...now that you mention it, yes. But I was talking about the village trail.

Yang: (looks down and scratches the back of her head with an awkward chuckle) You mean my happy trail? Yeah, I've, uh, I've got my dad's body hair genes. Ever since I got more control over my semblance in the Ever After, I've noticed that I haven't been burning off all my extra body hair. I take it you're not a fan?

Blake: (eyes dilating as she drags a nail through the soft wisps of hair) Oh...the exact opposite...

Kali: If you're going to act like horny teenagers, can you not do it where I'm making breakfast? We eat at that table.

Yang: (under her breath) That's not what Willow and Ghira were saying the other night.

Kali: (throws dull knife passed Yang's shoulder and lodges it in the wall) What was that, dear?

Yang: Nothing, Ma'am!

#bumbleby #I might have to make this a full fic #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #kali belladonna #masc lesbian Yang #village trail #happy trail #snow leopard

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 9 months

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Never Underestimate Chrissy Cunningham

Eddie was getting messed with by a couple of douchebags who are trying to negotiate on weed, but Eddie was having none of it because they were rude as soon as they walked up to Eddie. Now, they don't want to pay at all.

"I guess it's time to call in the big guns," Eddie said, and they scoffed when Steve Harrington stepped into the clearing. "Oh, did you think I was talking about him? Oh, you fucking wish."

A whistling was heard off in the distance, not too far off because a moment later, Chrissy skipped into the clearing. Her strawberry blond hair was pulled halfway up while the rest of it was curled around her shoulders. She wore pink pants, a white tank top, and a white sweater over it. She was so short and sweet looking it caused the guys to relax. They burst into laughter and continued to laugh until they heard the sound of sharp metal snapping loudly and quickly. Suddenly, Chrissy was holding a pair of knives in her hand. She was still smiling sweetly. Everything about her was nice and innocent, except for the knives.

"I heard you were messing with one of my fellas," Chrissy smiled, cocking her head. "There a problem here, boys?"

"Not at all, young lady. Didn't your daddy teach his little girl not to play with his knives?" The taller man asked with a snicker.

"My daddy didn't really teach me much of anything," Chrissy said. "But I had a Russian teach me how to play with knives, and he taught me to be quick about it too."

The guys shared a look and started laughing again. She walked closer to them, a smile on her face. Steve and Eddie were watching with eager looks. When she was close enough to one of them, she threw the knife in between the legs of the one leaning against a tree. It impaled itself very close to his crotch. She held the other knife to the other guy's crotch.

"You even think about picking up that knife, I'm going to make sure that your friend here sings soprano permanently," Chrissy said, the smile dropping so suddenly it was chilling. "Now, are we going to have a problem or are you going to be nice to the man providing you a service and pay him for the fucking weed?"

"N-no problem here, ma'am," one man said and tossed money at Eddie. "Let's get out of here."

Chrissy pressed the knife against him and he stopped moving.

"One more thing, you let everyone else know that if anyone tries what you dumbasses just did, you just tell them I tend to eat what I cut off," Chrissy said. "Are we clear?"

"Y-yes," the man stuttered.

Chrissy smiled and removed the knife from between his legs.

"Alright then, have a nice day, gentlemen. It is a beautiful afternoon. Enjoy the weed!" Chrissy said cheerfully.

The two men hurried off into the woods without looking back. A pair of arms wrapped around her, and she felt Eddie's breath against her ear.

"You have no idea how hot you are when you get all mean and scary," Eddie said.

"I have some idea," Chrissy giggled.

"I bet you do," Steve said as he moved her hair away from her neck and began placing gentle kisses against her skin.

Chrissy groaned as Eddie pressed a hard kiss to her lips. He smirked against them. Yeah, never underestimate Chrissy Cunningham.

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 1 month

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Betrayal's Bond | An Uchiha Brothers Series Chapter 1

Summary: You've been tasked with finding the team of jonin that went missing on their mission to the village hidden in the stars but what happens when you take one Uchiha brother to look for the other? Pairing: Tsundere Sasuke x female!reader x Itachi (love triangle) Word Count: 3k Warnings: Nothing crazy really, a paper bomb goes off but no one is injured a/n: alright here we go first chapter be sure to read the teaser as it has all the information about the mission (very important to the story) List of Terminology

Going though my checklist one last time I make sure I've packed everything I'll need for this mission and come up short on one thing, kunai knives. Sasuke will kill me if I ask him to make a stop for them so I just need to head down to the blacksmith and grab some before we meet up.

As I'm putting my shoes on I get a knock on my door and I jump at the sound. 'I've gotta stop being in my head all the time. It's making me way too jumpy these days' I think to myself before opening it.

"Oh, I thought we were gonna to meet at the front gates" I say, greeting an unimpressed Sasuke. "Figured it'd be easier if I came here so I wouldn't be waiting for you to catch up" he says looking down on me. "You ready?" he asks, cocking a brow.

'Always the charmer Sasuke' I think to myself before sighing out my response. "I need to go get some more kunai and then I'll be good to go" I cringe internally, knowing how annoyed he'll be. I turn my back to him and grab my pack before closing up and locking my door to avoid his glare.

"I have some more back at my place. You can just use those and pay me back later" he offers and starts walking off, leaving me to follow after him. "Are you sure you don't mind?" I question and he simply shrugs as an answer.

"The blacksmith doesn't open for a few more hours so there's no use waiting when we can just do this instead" he explains and keeps on walking. I slow down my pace a bit, shocked at his willingness to help.

'He didn't throw it in my face that I was unprepared or irresponsible or anything. He just offered to help without prompting. Why would he do that?' I question to myself, watching the Uchiha crest on his back as he walks ahead of me. "Come on keep up" he says without turning, sensing that we've gained some distance between us without even looking.

"Coming!" I respond, jogging a few paces to catch up with him.

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As we walk into the Uchiha clan's part of the village I realize that I've actually never been here before. "Close your mouth and eyes front. You look like a tourist" he grumbles, having seen my reaction in his peripheral.

"I'm sorry, it just looks so different compared to the rest of the village. Especially with the Uchiha crest everywhere. I can see how proud of your clan you all are" I respond, glancing around only occasionally as I follow him down the main road until we've made a few turns to get to his house.

"I'm home" he calls out while we both take off our shoes, "Oh Sasuke I thought you had gone out on a mission, did you forget something? Oh! Hello" his mother says as she walks down the hallway towards us until she comes around the corner into view and notices me.

"Mom this is y/n" Sasuke introduces me quickly before making moves to go grab the kunai. He doesn't really tell me to follow him or if I should stay here so I just opt to stay near the door with his mother.

"So you're Sasuke's teammate for this mission?" his mother asks, curious as to why he's brought me here. "Yes ma'am" I answer and she smiles warmly, making my heart almost ache at the sight of it.

"Y/n right? Sasuke's talked about you before, says you're a really formidable shinobi. I heard you even rivaled him for the top spot in your class at the academy" she praises, making me look down at the floor, shy at her words.

"Sasuke's a lot better than me I assure you" I reply, thankful but still bashful at the though of Sasuke not only talking about me but also telling her I'm a good shinobi.

"Sasuke doesn't talk about people often but when he does it's because they're either annoying or annoyingly good and I believe you're one of the latter" she jokes and we both laugh, quietting down once we hear Sasuke make his way back.

He looks at the both of us suspiciously but doesn't say a word other than a quick goodbye to his mom once again. "It was nice meeting you Mrs. Uchiha!" I say after I finish putting my shoes back on and give her a bow.

"You too dear! Now hurry up and come back soon" she says, smiling as she watches the both of us walk out of the house and down the street. I can't help but wonder if she means come back to the village or if I should come back to their house but I guess for now that'll remain a mystery.

"Do you know your way to The Land of Bears?" Sasuke asks me, breaking my train of thought and bringing my attention back to the mission. "I've seen it on the map and I've been on missions in that general vicinity so more or less yes" I respond and he hums in acknowledgment while we make our way out of the Uchiha clan neighborhood and onto the entrance of the village.

"Have you been there before?" I question, curious as to his answer as well. "No, but I've heard about the things that go on there and I'm interested to find out if they're true" he says, eyes facing forward and focused on leaving the village as soon as possible but going at an okay pace to save our energy for the time being.

"What things?" I question, not remembering anything noteworthy about it. "Have you heard about the so called star that they have in the hidden star village?" he asks, while we wave to the guards at the entrance of the village, having already been made aware of our mission and let us through without an issue.

"By the sound of it you would think that they have a star but I haven't heard much about it" I answer truthfully, not bothering to make up any of my own guesses.

"They're big on keeping information away from outsiders so it makes sense you haven't heard much about it" he explains and I turn to look at him for a second but focus back on the road ahead of us so we can stay on course. "This so called star they have seems to be more of a meteor than a star and it's known to give the people who channel the energy from it a special form of chakra" he relays.

"Special form of chakra?" I echo and he nods his head before continuing. "No one really knows exactly what it does but it's known to have a purple hue and manifests in the shape of wings or feathers, depending on the jutsu that's cast" he explains further and I make sure it absorb everything so I can keep it in mind as we continue on out journey.

"Anyway we should pick up the pace since we don't know what kind of situation we'll be walking into" he says, referring to the group we're on our way to find and I nod my head, following his lead.

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After traveling for a few hours Sasuke suddenly stops, leaving me slowing down to do the same "What is it?" I whisper as I stop on the tree branch next to him but he puts a finger to his lips asking me to stay quiet so I oblige, listening for anything and everything that might clue me in until I hear the whoosh of a kunai headed straight towards us.

"Get down!" he yells, tackling me to the ground and out of harms way before noticing seconds later there's a paper bomb attached to the end and pulling me further away as we hide behind a tree to avoid the blast.

"What was that?" I ask but he puts his fingers to his lips again before peeking his head around the tree to find the perpetrator but he come up empty handed and turns his focus back to me. "Are you okay?" he asks, assessing my physical state before making eye contact again.

"Yeah I'm fine" I say, getting up from the sitting position he had me in and opting to stand, leaning my back up against the tree, watching behind him while he continues to scope out the area we had been attacked from.

"Alright come out" Sasuke orders, unamused with the situation we had been put in and out comes a young boy around our age. Walking aimlessly as though he doesn't have a care in the world until he lays his eyes on Sasuke. Both of the boys size each other up but before either one says another word I slip into the conversation.

"You know there's a better way to try and get someone's attention besides throwing a paper bomb at them" I say, crossing my arms over my chest and the boy scoffs, acting as if I'm the one that wronged him.

"What are two Leaf shinobi doing wandering through these parts?" he asks, mimicking my posture as a clear way to egg me on. "We're not wandering, we're passing through. There's a difference" I spit and as the boy makes a move to walk towards me Sasuke gets between us, taking control of the conversation.

"We don't want any trouble. We're just taking the fastest route to our destination" he says, keeping his words clear and concise, only giving the necessary information.

"What's the purpose of your journey?" the boy presses and I jump in much to Sasuke's displeasure. "It's none of your concern so if you don't mind" I say, walking around Sasuke and past the boy, to continue on our way.

"Where do you think you're going little lady" the boy says, grabbing onto my wrist and keeping me still. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" Sasuke warns and the boy clicks his tongue, "Or what?" he presses while tightening his hold on my wrist making me groan in pain, trying and failing to get out of his grasp.

"Let's just say you don't wanna know" Sasuke say, closing his eyes before flashing his Sharingan at the boy making him loosen his grip enough for me to rip my wrist out of his grasp. "J-just steer clear of the woods on this side of the path" the boy says while taking a few steps back, clearly recognizing the visual prowess of the Uchiha clan.

"Got it" Sasuke responds and narrows his eyes at the boy, making him run off to wherever he had come from.

"You shouldn't have done that" I say, rubbing my wrist before administering medical ninjutsu right away, making sure to prevent it from slowing down our mission. "Would you have rather I let him break your wrist?" he says coldly, his eyes watching me curiously as the green glow envelops my arm.

I stay silent at that and continue en route, Sasuke following behind me moments later, jogging a bit to catch up. An unspoken understanding to take it easy for a while as I treat my wrist.

"I didn't know you knew medical ninjutsu" he says, glancing over at my arm again before fixing his eyes on the road ahead of us. "I started training a few months ago so it's relatively new" I respond, looking down at my wrist as well as glancing up every once in a while to make sure I don't trip.

He nods his head and we continue on our journey.

He takes notice of how cautious I'm being about walking and treating myself at the same time and decides to veer off to the right, sitting on a little stone bench on the side of the road we had been walking on.

"What are you doing?" I question, watching as he slumps down on it and rests his head against the back, closing his eyes and trying to get as comfortable as he can given the circumstances.

"Taking a break?" he says, not bothering to look at me and I roll my eyes before sitting down at the other end, resting my arm against my thigh as I take a few more minutes to finish treating it, the tender feeling soon fading away.

"You done?" he asks, looking down and noticing that the green glow is gone and I was left rolling my wrist, stretching it out and making sure it's back to normal. "Did you stop just so I could finish treating it?" I question, not bothering to answer his question since the answer is obvious to at this point.

"Figured it was better than you tripping or something from not paying attention" he says, getting up and putting his hands in his pockets, walks off without another word.

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As we make our way into the first town we come across we decide to find a room for the night, the weather having gotten a lot colder as of late. The crips fall atmosphere exchanging places with the hash bite of winter nights.

"I got us one room, hope that's okay" Sasuke says, walking up to where I had taken a seat on one of the benches in the small entryway. "That's fine, thanks" I say, grabbing the spare key. 'Why am I nervous all of a sudden? It's no big deal, he's a teammate. We would've been camping outside together anyways so this might as well be the same thing.

He takes the lead and guides us to our room on the third floor and unlocks it, letting me in first which is...surprising. I had no idea he would care about simple gestures like that. It's probably because his mom raised him right, that's it. Maybe it's just a reflex.

She does seem like the type of woman to make sure both of her boys and well versed in manners...even though Sasuke comes up short at times.

I grab one of the futons and lay it closest to the window so I can watch the moon rise and take in the stars that some how seem a lot brighter here. Leaving Sasuke to place his on the opposite side of the room, maintaining a respectful distance.

"Don't snore too loud alright? I'd like to at least get some sleep" he mumbles with his back turned to me. "I do not snore!" I raise my voice to defend myself but I hear him scoff. "That's not what your teammates say" he taunts and I curse the two guys that've been stuck with since our days at the academy.

"Lee's the one who snores sound like an oncoming storm, plus Neji's a light sleeper and wakes up every five minutes no matter what" I say, standing up and taking my bag into the bathroom to get away from him.

"I'm joking y/n" he taunts again and I roll my eyes, not amused with his efforts. "Didn't know you had a sense of humor" I scoff and the corner of his mouth turns up, amused with my reaction.

"There's a lot you don't know about me" he says and I widen my eyes, surprised by the air of playfulness behind those words and close the door in response, having no clue what I would even say to that. 'Why is he acting so weird?' I think to myself as I get out of my clothes and rinse off before changing into something more comfortable that basically envelops my whole figure.

As I make my way out of the bathroom I see that Sasuke isn't in the room but rather sitting on the balcony outside.

"Bathroom's free" I say and he hums in response, looking up at the moon, no doubt lost in thought, what those thoughts might be I have no clue but I simply decide to take a few steps closer to keep him company.

"Took you long enough" he says, glancing over at me and I shake my head before bothering to respond. "Very funny" I answer dryly, looking up at the moon but drifting my eyes down to the town below, now just realizing that I hadn't even bothered take it all in. We both stand there, enjoying the low buzz of the people outside and breath in the cool night air, basking in the serenity of the moment.

I turn to go inside and notice that he's seems as though he has no plans of coming in anytime soon. "You should get some rest. We'll be leaving right before dawn" I relay, reminding him that we still have a mission to complete and he nods in acknowledgment but stays just as he is.

"Goodnight Sasuke" I say, sliding the door open and as I slowly close it behind me I hear him whisper a soft "Goodnight y/n" that has my heart fluttering.

I don't know why I'm suddenly feeling like this but I guess there's just something about being alone with him that just feels different. If we were on a four man squad I can almost guarantee that we wouldn't have spoken a word to each other besides strategizing or communicating if a situation arises that needs to be dealt with.

I guess that's something that we should talk about if push comes to shove. It's only the two of us but we should still make sure we're on the same page if something were to happen.

Shinobi should always be ready to act and adapt to situations especially in times of battle.

Both of us are strong in our own rite and can take care of ourselves but if we are to go through any challenges we might face successfully then we need to make sure we work together. Teamwork can make or break a mission so hopefully our skillsets will be compatible once combined together.

It is essential to this mission's success.

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reilliane · 1 year

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Dawning ⊱⊰ Heizou

A/N: Finally, finally! Angst! Yes! GRRRR YEEEES (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و This is fluff to angst, so, dear readers, it's a journey ahead of you!

✤ she/her - ✤ t/w: mentions of blood/death/murder ✤ words: 7k

✤ To tirelessly run on and on, to the goal within reach(withyou)—that's all I ever wanted

At the advent of dawning welkin, under the aspect of the omnipresent, come.

For a second-grade detective that means to give him a 'greeting', she sure is flowery. Why can she not give a straightforward message that entails the coordinates of their rendezvous area, instead?

Why not even greet him in the police station like the rest did?

Ah, Heizou pockets the slip of paper with a growing smile. But that won't be intriguing, then.

It isn't like he has a hard time deciphering what it means, why, he already knows where the place is. So, as the message said, he obeyed.

“Shikanoin Heizou, correct? What is it that you aim for? I’ve heard all virtuous answers, so if your response is any similar, then I’ll be leaving.”

Huh, a shame. His answer does subsume virtue along with a few other things—preventing crimes by stopping them at the base; the root of evil—and is thus, virtuous and honorable… so that’s a no? Is it too common of an answer?

Well, he has another objective, too.

“Simple, ma'am,” he gives an avid thumbs-up, pairing it with a chuckle. “To be the greatest detective in Inazuma.”

The response he gets is rather lackluster, or, at least that’s how it seemed on the surface. He thinks that indifference is plastered on the girl’s face, he can’t be sure, for she’s cloaked in the shadows of the rising sun.

His assumption is proven to be true, however, when she finally chooses to saunter forward, visage becoming brighter enough for him to view.

“I see, come on, then. There’s already a case waiting, and drop the ‘ma'am’, we’re both of the same rankings. It’s [Name].”

She passes by—only to stop, [c] eyes flicking to assess him. He wonders what she’s looking for by staring him down; is she judging his mien? His gait, perhaps?

Whatever it is, she’s discerning him with a kind of scrutiny that’s telling of someone who does not indulge in flippancy.

“Oh, and about that goal of yours, I think it’ll be a difficult thing to achieve,” she adds, prompting him to blink.

He stills. Difficult?

“Why do you think so?” he presses, arms folding. He hasn’t had anyone tell him that it’d be difficult—even if he knows it himself—until now.

Color him intrigued!

“Isn’t it obvious?” the wind’s billow accompanies the effulgence of daybreak, coruscating with words that gleam with determination. [Name] looks past her shoulder, smile present.

It initially takes him by surprise, eyebrows arching at the slightest, feeling the upward pull of the corners of his lips. He’s not expecting to see a smile when just a minute ago, her gaze was the epitome of throwing knives.

“You’ll have to get through me first.”

Oh? He isn’t anticipating that kind of answer, either. Then, that can only mean that her prior evaluation of him was none other than a mean to gauge his very existence?

To discern a competitor.

“Well then, isn’t this just fascinating?” he grins, “My intuition tells me this will be quite the tale between us... Don’t you agree?”

After leaving Bantan Sango Detective Agency—previously an agency he co-owned—and along with it, the thrill of the crime chase provided by his previous partner, he thought that the new, clean slate supplied by the Tenryou Commission will be bland. Boring.

After all, statutes and rules of limitations encompass said Commission, something he finds tedious. As long as he gets the job done, then there’s no problem, is there?

That’s how he operated and that’s far from changing.

But he supposed that his stay now won’t be as leaden as he thought… not when apparently, there is also someone who strives to be the best of the best.

[Name] dismisses the grin she sees and walks off, “Better start moving, Shika. Before I steal the case under your nose.”

Shika? He is taken aback a little, but picks up the pace with a snort. That's even newer.

Underneath the witness of the golden sun, a spoken rivalry was born.

And a grey day never passes them by.

Deciphering the obscured, solving the plight—they are successful each and every time in each and every single case. No failure, just success.

They’re polar opposites yet, they never fail to not work it out.

[Name] is a stickler for the rules, expressing credence that such are the foundations of a concrete job, so she follows them to the tee. She reminds him of Kujou Sara.

Rarely does he join the rest of his peers in patrol, opting to pilot according to his own set principles, but he never fails to tag along when he sees [Name] patrolling on the job. For someone who works conforming to the rules, she’s surprisingly not the kind to enforce it to anyone else unless the situation calls for it.

It’s probably why he finds her presence to be so light and breezy.

Still, there are times when he presses her buttons on purpose; be it when he’s supposed to be in the station but he’s not and she catches him snacking on a dango and running away when he's caught.

Or when his presence is required in the court but he doesn’t show up so she has to take his place and present the credentials, only to have him enter the room at the last minute.

It is never not amusing to see her eyes narrow to a stern glare, then she’d ignore him for the next few days. Nothing lasting, of course, for they never really fought—and he makes up for his antics in plenty other ways, anyway.

“Come now, it’s my treat!” he ushers a stubbornly silent girl to sit down one time in Uyuu Restaurant, “My thanks for covering my patrol earlier. Also, did you hear? Yae Publishing House has this-“

“One tonkotsu ramen, please.” She’d cut him off, lips thinned to a straight line as he snickers, passing her order on to the chef before resuming his tangent, unbothered by her bluntness.

To any audience, they’d assume that the conversation is upsettingly one-sided. But he is more than observant, for although [Name] doesn’t respond as much as others, he sees the way she nods her head. He sees the various other nonverbal cues that implies that her ears are open.

She’s much more reticent that he gave credit for, but there are times when she’s saying sentence after sentence. Those moments, to expound on, are when she’s in a crime scene, when she’s presenting a detailed report, and anything relative to said subject.

He sees it, the gleam in her eyes—the fire that rivaled the sun when they first met.

He sees it whenever he finds her working on a case, mind encompassed around the conversation she’s having with a witness.

He sees it when they’ve bumped heads looking for clues, conveniently ending up on the same page.

It’s funny—by official means, they are never working together, for detectives’ cases are each to their own. Yet, somehow, they both still run into each other, solely because they’ve completed solving their assigned mysteries and are already jumping onto the next available one that’s yet to be assigned to any doushin.

On one hand, it’s a teeny bit exasperating… because how is he supposed to one-up her when their speed is almost the same?

On another hand, Archons above, he can’t begin to describe how exhilarating it is to go against someone on his level.

[Name] doesn’t always go by her intuition unlike him, she governs by solid pragmatism, by the facts and inferences she has collected. So when she comes across him one late afternoon on the search for clues, again, unsurprisingly, working on the same unassigned case as he is, he laughs at her words.

“I had a feeling I’d run into you again,” her arms are folded, eyes bearing the bright flame as she addresses him. “Shika.”

He pats his hands away, getting rid of the dirt for he has felt the ground a second ago, attempting to track a runaway criminal. The chase is still on, but that doesn’t mean he can’t spare a minute.

“You ‘had a feeling’?” he muses, “Finally relying on your intuition, I see?”

“No.” her usual bluntness causes him to smirk, “It’s just a fact, is it not?” That you will be here.

He doesn’t deny it.

Whatever they do, they always find the other on a mystery they plan to take for themselves. Since it’s unassigned, whosoever gets to its conclusion first will have their name penned as the doushin responsible for cracking the case.

His attempt to respond is thwarted by the sound of a snapping branch, and, frivolity forgotten, their gazes snap to the source—only to find a cloaked figure on the run.

It only takes them both a shared glance until they’re giving chase.

To anyone, it might appear that they’re running after the criminal—and it’s true—but if they are to peer closer, perhaps they’d see that the two are also endeavoring to run faster than the other.

Or maybe people won’t even think that they’re chasing after somebody, and are merely just racing.

After all, there are tiny smiles on their faces as they sped through the terrain, isn’t that enough evidence to infer that they’re genuinely having fun?

To his fortune, he has gotten to the criminal first, swift to tackle and apprehend in a blink of an eye. He can’t help that the winds are in his favor, though he must say, as he sees [Name] arriving just a couple of seconds later.

It’s no easy feat for a non-Vision holder to tail him that quick.

“Apologies,” he tugs the runaway upward and gives a mischievous smile, “But I win this case.”

[Name] shakes her head, shoulders slacked with a sigh. Her display of defeat is fleeting, though, for the fire in her optics are yet to burn out as she promises the next triumph to be hers. Heizou humors it with a buoyant ‘we’ll see’ and they part ways.

One step forward, never taking steps back—that is the road to becoming the best.

Time is flying and records are piling, stacked piece by piece with alternating names denoting two aspiring individuals with a similar goal. An ambition that’s only reserved for one winner.

The thrill of being in the race for it, to seize being the best with his hands yet knowing that there’s another set of hands reaching for it as well—it thrums his chest with excitement. No one has ever gone up to his level, no one but [Name].

He doesn’t fail to commend her expertise, unafraid to give warranted praise.

“But I’ll still be the best,” he’ll say anyway.

And she’ll just simper. “We’ll see.”

Kujou Sara is not fond of either of them acting like they’re on a stage to win, but couldn’t be bothered to reprimand them. For although they do race against the other, the cases they solve are taken earnestly—it’s no child’s play.

There are instances when they do intercept and clash, because although they are indisputably the greatest operating doushins aiming for number one, their method of operating is vastly disparate.

[Name] will sometimes restrain him when he’s bound to break a code of the Tenryou Commission, and he’ll rebuke her for it, arguing that going by his principles would be swifter—better. Sometimes, it’s true, sometimes not.

It has ceaselessly landed both of them in Sara’s office and then, it’ll be the only time the General will scold them. Not like it will change things, for each morning, she sees them there—always, always on the run.

Never to settle on a pace where they can walk together, side by side.

Perhaps it is the setback of a rivalry, Sara thinks once when she sees the pair sprinting toward the Omnipresent God’s Statue for the 13th time that month.

At the stroke of daybreak, chasing after each others’ backs, running after the end goal and the crown of victory, it is endless. One step ahead, always, either of them ends up being one step ahead.

Beads of sweat rolling down their temples, chests heaving after a long race—literally, though the finish line to be number one is yet to be visible—the dawning afterglow of the sky’s golden circle on their person, they collapse on the grass.

As expected, it still ended up being a tie.

They’ve forgotten how it’s come to this; having a literal race every day. It could’ve stemmed from the instigating glances they throw one another, or maybe the challenging huffs and passing comments, they no longer know.

“What are we even doing?” he asks with a tired chortle some time as they are splayed all over nature’s green blades.

It is barely audible, but he hears it anyway, the reciprocating sound of mutual amusement. “I don’t know, just running.”

Neither of them has won anything, or if they do, then the other is just as quick to snatch another point to land them both at another stalemate.

The incoming wave of dizziness from overexerting himself again becomes the least of his worries as he lets his arm rest on his forehead.

It’s nothing a good breeze can't fix and he does this, willing his Anemo to waft the coolest of winds to pass them by.

It didn’t even matter—that the sun is continuously glaring at them. The heat is subdued by the chill of the gales.

As much as it is vexing to be unable to win, he admits that having such a splendid contender for the best is nothing short of electrifying.

First, he worried that the custom of having to go against someone every day will be something he’d be quickly accustomed to- and so it’ll start to be bland, but as he smiles, he realizes that it isn’t the case at all.

Every single waking moment beckons the unremitting frisson within, pumped with the question of ‘I wonder what awaits me today?’, ‘What will we compete on this time?’.

It never fails to excite him—and [Name] never fails to deliver the element of excitement, either.

Both of their feats are famous in the police station.

It has come to the point that their colleagues are divided, rooting for either one to come out standing as the number one detective of Inazuma. A ridiculous proposal had even been raised; that they should just share being the best and be the greatest detective duo, instead.

That’s a direct no—they both know that. They aren’t partners, but rivals.

They never pay it any mind, but it’d be a lie to say that it didn’t affect them.

If anything, they only are fired up by it and they grew to compete about almost every single thing—and it would’ve been so nice, had they not been drawing a tie single time.

“You’re.. swift today,” he manages to quip through his heavy breaths one morning, after yet another race, “You haven’t gotten an Anemo Vision overnight, have you?”

“I haven’t. I’m just getting faster,” she sounds out of breath too, “Or maybe you’re getting slow. Better practice, Shika.”

Heizou laughs heartily, picking up the timid tone of vexation in her voice.

He understands her sentiments—how frustrating it must be, to vie against someone who is on the same level.

They’ve been at it for so long. The finish line is in the distance and yet, they’re running at it with the same speed. He reciprocates such sentiments and finds no problems with it.

A sworn rival, it has a nice ring. Never did he thought he’d be graced with someone as supreme as her—a compeer.

It makes winning the number one spot even sweeter. Ah, he can’t wait for the day to arrive.

“What happens to the loser?”

It’s a question draped with nonchalance, spoken at the time of dusk. Under the sun, atop the green grass, two people celebrate the success of another case and lament the failure of winning against the other.

Heizou is a little disoriented, both from the sprinting session that’s now a tradition between them, and the fact that it isn’t him who initiated the conversation. Blinking away the fatigue that prowls closer, he rests the back of his head under an arm.

They never really discuss the matter of their rivalry with such specifics, it’s only ever about winning, so he’s a little puzzled.

“Get up and try again.” His answer is dry and it’s far from being the greatest, but he means it. After all, titles can be transferred, can they not?

“What if they disappear without a trace after their endeavors?” [Name] is oddly interrogative and he notes that with a tiny bit of wonder and suspicion, not to mention her recent question.

“What if all this time, you’ve been competing against a ghost?”

Swirls of wind dancing around his fingertips, he snaps them away, cognizant of its lingering cold on his skin as he answers.

“A ghost? Impossible, there are always traces to discover. The lost will only remain as is if no one strives to find them.”

“Chase after it, then seize!” he beams, his answer dripping with earnestness. He fails to recognize the invisible rift growing between them, dividing them at long last for one to continue forward.

[Name] falls to the grass beside him with a sigh and he scoots over a little, making sure there is plenty of room. “Haven’t you thought of the reason why the moon can’t ever catch up to the sun?” she asks again.

At this point, Heizou is propping himself up to his elbows, leaning to the side onto his arms so he can gaze down at the [c]nette with inquisitive olive eyes. The smile on his face is still there, though it has gotten smaller.

He chuckles when the girl huffs away the curtain of his maroon tresses that tickles her cheek, ignoring her ‘move away, Shika’ with a teasing shake of his head.

“You’re strangely talkative today… is there any reason why? Not like it poses a problem, of course. I sort of like you better this way.”

[Name] rolls her eyes and gives him a slight shove. He falls dramatically back at her side, unmoving as though he’s surrendered.

“I'm kidding! Are you getting cold feet? Are you finally acknowledging my prowess as a detective and stepping aside so I can be the best? I’m flattered—”

“In your dreams.”

He laughs again, and the subject is dropped.

He laughs—but in reality, he’s befuddled. Concerned.

He sneaks a glance at his side and he sees his rival, her eyes are closed, taking in the sweet caress of his summoned winds that provides cool air for them both.

Nothing is out of the ordinary—yet his intuition insists that something’s amiss.

It gets him pondering on her question as they go their separate ways that time of twilight. He doesn’t have an answer.

His insufficiency to construct one is upsetting and it’s as if the universe is openly mocking him for it, because there he remains laying on the grass after [Name] left, watching the sun set on the west and the moon rise on the east.

Why can’t the moon ever catch up to the sun?

He thinks if it’s some kind of implication- or something else. He does not know and he keeps on thinking over it, tinkering with the gears in his mind until it’s not sunlight that’s bathing him, but moonlight.

He thinks and he thinks—but even an explanation evades him.

“Unbelievable… you slept here?”

He awakens to pretty [c] eyes peering down at him. There’s a small pout on her face, or maybe he’s imagining things. Regardless, he stifles a yawn and casually musters up a smile.

It’s surprisingly easy to hide the fact that he’s still hung about yesterday’s oddities.

“If I told you I actually just got here, would you believe me?”

She lifts her eyebrow, unimpressed. “Absolutely not.”

He laughs—the usual response to her bluntness—and grasps the outstretched hand that helps him up to his feet. With a nod, she turns, on her way to the police station as she does so every morning.

To see only the image of her back, walking forward, feels wrong. He’s compelled to reach out and hold her shoulder- or something- anything that does not involve having to watch her move alone.

So he does.

“Race you to the station!” he calls without so much as an alarm, darting past her with his tongue stuck out in her direction in mischief.

It must’ve caught her off-guard—for he isn’t one to simply drop by the police station no matter the reminder of their higher-ups.

Yet here he is.

“Shikanoin!” he hears her splutter and then came the steps that thundered to reach him.

One step forward, and he sees [c] run pass by. The sight raises a smile on his face and he speeds up, shoulders grazing hers as they race—once more, towards the finish line.

Just like this, he thinks as they both arrive at the station, hands slamming simultaneously against the wooden arch by the entrance.

Another tie.

Like this, in an unending race. Let us just stay like this. Mirth in all its genuine bloom flushes his cheeks with cerise as he throws his head back into another breathy laugh, finding joy in the way [Name] glared at him.

“You… That was uncalled for.”

“We still ended up tying, so it isn’t a problem at all, don’t ‘cha think?”

He doesn’t know when his view towards her changed—maybe it’s because of that one question she raised, or maybe it's when he listened in on her interrogating a suspect, he’s uncertain.

But nowadays, he finds himself pondering over how it’d feel to walk with her side by side instead of the usual ‘I’m-getting-ahead-of-you!’.

He finds himself enlightening the historical absurdities their fellow doushins—mainly Amano—raised about them being partners, but he never goes through with it. He isn’t all that fond of the idea.

Heizou knows more than anyone that at this rate, neither of them will win—it’ll be a perpetual competition for first place… and that’s how he likes it. A continuous chase of each other’s backs, aiming for a single destination.

Is there a need to be partner up with her, when they're already a pair competing for a single goal?

If there ever is an end, he deems that they’ll both reach it at the same time as usual. A tie, and they’ll repeat the chase over and over. And that… that is fine with him.

The mornings, afternoons, and twilights he run with her without end. All those, he wishes to never end. Will that be selfish of him?

To want the existence of his rival at his side, next to him, pursuing the invisible conclusion together in this unending contest.

To only continue moving forward, to only continue running, reenacting the very first time they leapt off with the eternal sun as their judge.

When she can reach for his back and he can reach hers as they sprint to their hearts’ content, that is the moment he seeks to eternalize.

“The disappearances haven’t let up at all, this is getting big. I need you to be meticulous with this, and be careful.”

It’s a highly complicated mystery—well, it isn’t a mystery, but a murder case. What’s missing are the victims, or rather, parts of them. Inazuma had been thrown into a turmoil of unease for good reason, though its citizens are torn.

The victims are criminals, deserving of such a fate, and yet, morals are strewn into conflict. For no matter the severity of a crime, lives are being dealt with.

There’s nothing exceptional to it other than the gnawing concern that [Name] has been more silent. All detectives are set on the case—so in other words, under official means, they’re working together.

So why is it that when he goes to her, it is as if she’s distant?

“Have you thought of the answer?” she asks on a moonlit night, the second night after everyone was assigned the case.

It’s like déjà vu. There they were on the grass again, only, it is not morning nor the afternoon, but the eventide. He isn’t summoning any winds for the night is already cold. Eerily cold.

Heizou is tongue-tied. The question from long ago, once more, it’s resurfaced.

And once more, he lacks an answer—but this time, he raises a question of his own.

“Do you?”

[Name]’s stare on his person is full and focused. It’s as though she is searching for the answer in his own eyes, to no avail. She looks troubled.

“I don’t know myself,” she sounds upset, “Isn’t it sad?”

“What is?”

She laughs, but it’s empty.

“Reality. Maybe the answer is because it’s meant to be that way.” She raises her hand the same way he did a long time ago, clasping on thin air skyward. “Chasing and running, but never reaching.”

The atmosphere is getting bleak. He doesn’t like it. (He doesn’t like her answer, either).

Playing by déjà vu, he raises himself to his elbows and leans to the side, wearing the same teasing smile, letting his hair tickle her cheek.

“I didn’t know you could be so philosophical… how enchanting.”

[Name] only scoffs and he laughs, not missing the timid dust of pink on her cheeks. “Is this your way of surrendering, perhaps—”

“Dream on, Shikanoin.” She tuts, though she doesn’t shove him away—to which his heart skips a beat at.

Of his own volition, however—he feels like he’d combust the longer he stays in such a close proximity—he is the one who moves away, falling back to the grass with a content sigh.

Despite the use of his full name, his worries fly the moment she rebukes his words. For it can only mean that she isn’t set on giving him first place—the race is still on, and that’s more than fine with him.

As he lay there with his rival under the moon, he muses again. Stay just like this.

“Congratulations, Doushin Shikanoin.” Kujou Sara is actually smiling. (It doesn’t seem to reach her eyes, though, but what else is new?)

That should also be a celebration of its own, but that’d mean taking away the celebration meant for him and the resolution of the troubling kidnapping slash murder case.

A case that he solved, by the way.

It’s his win.

Ah, the warmth in chest, blossomed by the prospect of emerging victorious—ah, how spirited he feels! With this in the bag, doesn’t it mean that he’s on a straight road to being the best?

He doesn’t seek promotions, no, only the sentiment. Of course, he isn’t just feeling happy, but relieved, too. At least now that the suspect was caught once and for all, there’d be no more missing people.

It took an unfortunate amount of time to track and apprehend the suspect, but Inazuma can rest easy now.

Excusing himself, he stretches his arms with a barely stifled yawn. The tiny tears that gathered in his eyes from yawning are blinked away.

It’s only five in the morning, he can definitely still knock himself out on his bed. No one would mind.

Goodness, how thoroughly spent he is.

Staying up the past few nights were worth it, however. They’ve all been utilized searching for tracks and hunting down the suspect, and he’s glad that it yielded a wonderful result.

Yes, at the cost of his sleep, but he digresses.

He honestly couldn’t have solved it without [Name], who also sacrificed her sleep to work tirelessly with him during the night.

When they got enough leads in the late hours, they had to part ways, because the evidence suggested that the criminal could be at two places at once. Ah, it’s very fortunate that it’s him who ran across the man, for he’s not one to resort to violence so easily.

The criminal surrendered pretty quick, too, so there weren’t any complications at all.

The moment word got out that the capture was a success, almost everyone that was dispatched had heard it, so it's a bit strange that [Name] didn’t come to the police station as soon as possible.

If she had been here, she would’ve been restless, watching Sara pen down the doushins assigned to the case and writing down the one responsible for seeing its conclusion; him.

He’d be lying if he mentioned that he didn’t want her there to witness this moment.

For even if they were rivals, they wish no ill matters towards one another, only acceptance. It is one of the many reasons why it’s so nice to compete against her—no harm, just ambitions and fun.

He knew that she’d congratulate him for catching the lawbreaker, so hearing none of it puts him at a state of unease. That, and the morning feels off despite having caught the instigator of distress.

Such a shame, and he’s up for cooking some katsu sandwich later, too… he would’ve invited her if—huh?

Heizou halts in his steps.

Now, he may not be in the police station that often, but that does not mean that he isn’t knowledgeable of its interior, as well as the offices and rooms that belong to each member of the Commission.

And right now, he’s seeing a whole bunch of his peers examining [Name]’s office. They’re almost upending the place, even!

At five in the morning!

His confusion is warranted as he enters the room with a quizzical look. His arrival mustn’t have been anticipated, though, for the men inside are jolting. They don’t look guilty, rather, they appear dismayed. A queer reaction.

“Doushin—” he can only continue looking at them expectantly after their inability to utter nothing but his title.

When silence continues to ensue, he asks them again—what are they doing?

The glances they throw one another drags him further into uneasiness. Something is off, something isn’t right and his intuition screams about the situation’s peculiarity.

For what reason do they—his colleagues—have to conduct a search?

At long last, one brave man he recognizes is Watanabe fills him in on the reason—and before anyone can blink, he has moved out of the office.

“It cannot be helped.” Kujou Sara states without batting an eye, without even needing to look at who has entered her office.

She busies herself with arranging the files on her desk, pausing at a few others that has the written name of a certain detective that’s been working with them for as long as she can remember.

“Just like you, [Surname] [Name] is an empty slate, we have nothing about her other than a written declaration and a sworn oath of loyalty. Though the latter is questionable now…”

Heizou cannot help the bafflement on his face as he hears the General’s words for himself, practically confirming what the rest of the officers have stated a while ago.

“Again, like you, there's only her name along with some biometric data the police station requires.”

Is this really happening? He can’t understand how—he can’t understand why.

For once, he is rendered silent, and Sara takes the chance to elaborate further, albeit with a tone that sounded as if she didn’t want to continue the conversation.

She’s conflicted, that much can be discerned, but how exactly she’s conflicted remains unknown.

“One of our detectives have found blood in her house as well as this. Since you solved the case, this ought to be familiar to you.” The opening click of a drawer is heard, followed by shuffling. Sara lifts a clear bag, brightened by the light source in the room and-

Heizou stiffens, lips pursing to a line.

The murder weapon greets his eyes, concealed away in the bag that the General later sets back into its place.

Sara clasps her hands together on top of the table, austere eyes of marigold fluttering halfway down as she continues her explanations.

“Our forensics department has uncovered an additional set of fingerprints on it. Other than the suspect, it has [Name]’s, too.”

The Anemo-user is at a standstill. Is he hearing her right? Are his ears deceiving him? It’s possible that this is just some kind of trick, right?

He ignores the ceaseless nibbles of trepidation, forcing out a laugh that sounded nothing short of believable. “General, surely even you can find this suspicious. [Name]—”

“It doesn’t matter, Doushin,” Sara scowls, “Other than the blood, there is nothing. She may be painted as a possible accomplice, but again, that doesn’t matter now-”

“Whatever do you mean?”

The words are leaving before he can even think to hold them back. He’s never one to interrupt his superiors, but this—this is sounding outlandish!

Frustration is far from grasping a hold of his rationality, but he has a feeling that the calm waters will begin to ripple soon.

It did not help that he lacked sleep, and a lack of sleep doesn’t bring out the best behaviors in a person. He’s yet to be the worst of himself—he has pride in his composure—because of his outstanding success about the case, but that’s quick to be buried.

Stepping forward, the smile is dropped from his face. Think calmly.

Heizou is almost ashamed.

While it is true that he’s close with [Name]—as close as any rival can get—it is also true that he knows little about her other than her love for tonkotsu ramen. He supposes that it’s fair, given that she doesn’t know much about him either other than his favorite food.

But right now, the circumstance of knowing only each other’s personal favorites after being rivals for more than a year and counting is a slap to the face.

Nothing but blood and the murder weapon in her house. Two solid evidences, yet, she’s already deemed an accomplice? A suspect?

It’s plausible, but there is another possibility and he’s inclined to favor it a bit better, no matter the morbidity of it. At least then, she wouldn't be the bad guy.

“I do not understand the need to be impetuous in declaring her guilty when in truth, yes, she can be a suspect—but she can also be a victim.”

Sara does not respond.

Heizou can’t handle the eye contact, it’s too much to bear. Too much time is being wasted when they can get straight onto piecing together facts and points in order to reach a proper conclusion.

The gavel awaits with a proper verdict.

He turns around, fists clenching and unclenching. He’s restless, but that’s fine, it’s just his nerves acting up over the absurdity of the situation.

If the rest of the detectives are hounding her office for a thorough search, then it’s safe to assume that they already have her in confinement.

“I’ll fetch her right away-“

“It doesn’t matter.” The General repeats with an edge to her tone, leaving no room for responses. It prompts the doushin to look back at her, confused.

Confused—until he learns of the reason why.

“[Surname] [Name] is missing.”

“What if all this time, you’ve been competing against a ghost?”

He hears her voice in the back of his mind and his throat goes dry—he can’t speak.

“How will we be able to deem her guilty or innocent if there are too little evidences and absolutely zero information about her?”

Sara is blunt. Ruthless, but she speaks the truth and it dawns unto him terribly slow. So, terribly slow for someone whose job is to utilize his mind.

As if the sentient universe is cognizant of the qualms within him, a chilling breeze crosses past—as if eluding to something.

A ghost all along.

It is not one to be understood in a literal sense (a spirit). Rather, ‘ghost’ is a kind of euphemism, a word to sugarcoat one’s lack of existence—in this case, [Name]’s existence.

Is this what she meant long ago when she raised that question?

Was she aware that such a day will come where she disappears with no one being able to find her?

Had she been insinuating—hinting it to him all along?

So many questions, there are so many questions, yet she isn’t here to sate his growing distress.

“No,” he shakes his head.

The Tengu visibly recoils, albeit it’s faint, and she echoes. “No?”

To her surprise, the Doushin looks at her without the usual smile on his face. There burns, in his olive green eyes, a fire that she knows all too well, reminiscent of the fire she sees in [Name]’s until it has died out.

“The lost will only remain as is if no one strives to find them.”

Heizou states, and Sara sighs, already understanding what it is he intends to do.

“I’ll find her.”

The door closes behind him and the General slumps on her seat.

She refuses to believe that Doushin [Name] is an accomplice, too, for as Shikanoin stated, it’s ridiculous. [Name] has been nothing but an upstanding detective in the Tenryou Commission with an ambition she seeks to fulfill.

But then came this case—and it’s been a slippery slope ever since.

It does not help that nothing rules to her favor.

She is missing, she has no records of anything, and her fingerprints on the murder weapon insinuates only the worst.

All collected and available proofs paint her in a bad light and though yes, she could be a potential victim, nothing but their—the Commission’s—personal opinion of her would serve as defense.

It is terrible, but it is what it is.

She can’t believe she’s lost a noteworthy detective, but she can’t begin to imagine how the other Doushin is processing it for himself. Deep down, Sara wishes that [Name] will be found—some have already been dispatched to search—so they can settle this and clear her name… hopefully.

But hope can only be of so little aid—for what is hope, but a mere sentiment?

If only such a thing can solidify into miracles, then the swirling dread in his chest would’ve been allayed.

But alas, it cannot, and he is forced to carry the weight of suspense as he runs across the streets of Inazuma.

He has only gone to [Name]’s house two times in the duration he’s known her—which is long—both to drop her off after a drinking competition. She isn’t a lightweight per se, but neither is he, though it still ended up with her almost getting knocked out.

It was a funny memory and he would’ve laughed, would’ve brought it up… if not for the present circumstance.

Heizou doesn’t know what to expect when he enters her house, a house devoid of any belongings and presence. It is barren, just as his colleagues said.

The blood stains have been cleaned up and there’s, well, nothing.

Not a single vestige. Not a single person.

It sounds so impossible—he cannot understand, he cannot wrap his head around this- this lunacy! Just hours ago when it was still evening, when it was still late in the night, he was with her.

They were working together, hunting down clues.

And now, just hours later, just after they’ve parted… she disappeared? All of a sudden, she is an accomplice? How can things slip so swiftly in a matter of hours?

Heizou is fixated strongly on his own beliefs and intuition; it just isn’t possible that she, out of everyone, can be an accomplice.

So he gets to work, exhaustion forgotten. He upends the whole place the same way he found Watanabe and co doing to her office, seeking leads and clues—anything.

But what is there to search for in an empty place?

A trace is all that he seeks, but even with the use of his elemental sight, he can find nothing in the house. Not even a strand of [c] nor a waft of her usual, flowery scent.

There is nothing. Not even a single furniture! It doesn’t even appear like a place that someone will live in- and he falters, stepping out of the door.

How will he start a search if he has no leads? How will he start a search, if he doesn’t know entirely who he’s looking for?

He refuses to believe it, but reality greets him—dawns on him like the sun.

It can’t be possible. But still, here it is.

He’s uncharacteristically weak in the knees, so he holds onto the threshold of the door to keep himself standing.

There are plenty of emotions all at once, a blunder of confusion and fear, sentiments he isn’t used to feeling. And it’s catastrophic.

The previously shrouded nightmare uncloaks itself before him; he will reach his hand forward—yet the person he seeks to hold is far from reach. Out of reach.

The back of the rival he is chasing is gone and he is running alone. It isn’t right.

Desperate is a word that’s rarely ever used to describe him, the ambitious, cunning detective with a cast-iron countenance.

But as he takes to the streets of Inazuma City again, sprinting with a single destination in mind, he is nothing short of desperate.

There is no one to witness something that was meant to be a part of the many routines in the city. No one to witness him stumbling past the Statue of the Omnipresent God, no one to witness him stand atop a cliff, alone.

Incomplete without another.

The skies are changing colors, transfiguring from the gentle blues to vivid yellows—and there is no one but him to see such a sight.

Everything feels cold, everything feels empty, and rightfully so. During this hour, he would be heaving breath after breath with a smile on his face, passing comments to the [c]nette who would be looking impassive as ever.

And he is here, heaving, but there is no one with him.

It’s not possible, he argues with this horrific reality. It can’t be.

But he cannot run from the truth.

For the first time, he watches the sun rise from the clasp of the water far in the horizon without [Name] at his side. He feels lost.

And as the sunlight kisses his features, so comes the dawning truth.

Heizou stands at the finish line as the winner.

Alone.

It isn’t easy to wring himself out of the void of bleakness that has befallen after the day of [Name]’s disappearance.

Many in the station thought that his competency will face a drop, so they were stunned when it did not.

In fact, to everyone’s surprise, Shikanoin Heizou worked twice as hard, seizing the best outcome out of everything. Troubled he may be, he could not let it hinder the problematic cases he needs to resolve, too.

He can’t find it within him to stop visiting the place he frequented with her, so he doesn’t get rid of it in his routine. It’s a little difficult to adjust, a little painful, but he manages.

Piling records, stacking cases, passing years, and a disappearing name... Heizou is reminded of her every single time he finishes a case and every single time his name is written as the doushin responsible for it.

Everything she was once to everyone—to him—is quickly dissolving into a memory, and it hurts to accept such a fact.

The Vision Hunt Decree took his mind off of it for a while, but after that was resolved, things fall back into place.

It does not help that he was a part of the team that took away the Visions that used to be inlaid upon the Statue of the Omnipresent God.

Beneath its regard, he feels so out of place, so lonely. It makes him laugh as he stands close to it, reminiscing a morning of long ago. He stays there, waiting for the sun to rise with earnest patience. It has become a part of his routine, his life.

He hears voices all around, evident of the passing minutes and hours, evident of everyone’s waking moment. All are given no such attention—that is, until he picks up on something that causes his breath to hitch.

“Where did you hear that name?”

Frazzled and a little bit bewildered, his eyes fall onto none other Traveler and their floating companion. He smiles, as per usual, but he cannot find the strength to do it as brightly as they’re probably used to seeing.

“It’s Heizou! Oh, and- uh! We just heard it in passing…” that’s news to him.

Interests piqued, the pair—seeing them, he almost feels envious, though he feels more lonesome, instead—saunters closer, eager to learn more. “You seem to know this person, Heizou? Who is she? The people we talked to seem to put her on a pedestal!”

He’s relieved—it isn’t just him who remembers, yes. Plenty of people have been helped by her and even if she appears austere, that is not to mistake the kind heart she possesses.

The smile he brings to his face this time comes easy. He turns to them, more than willing to sate their curiosities.

Who is the best to approach with this other than him?

“Well, you already know it! [Surname] [Name].” he chuckles at the immediate annoyance that flies over the pixie’s face.

Paimon stomps in midair, much to the Traveler’s embarrassed chagrin. “No! We meant who is she to you, a friend? Were you besties or something?”

He crosses eyes with the Traveler, golden eyes mirroring the same interest. Ah, if they’re that eager to know, who is he to deny them the information?

“Ahaha! Alright, alright…” his voice becomes quiet, “Mm, who is she…”

A friend… hm?

For that moment, it doesn’t matter to him if he appeared out of character, out of the usual jubilance he expresses. He thinks well about the question, holds it close to his chest that blooms with warmth.

“Well, we certainly were the best.”

Never did he think he’d utter the words—to share the place of the best, but it matters not any longer.

The race has ended and even if he has crossed the finish line alone, he wills himself to envision that he ran past it with a blur of [c] at his side.

As it should’ve been.

His chest clings unto a mix of nostalgia, sadness, and joy. Still, he manages not to drop his smile.

It is the chase that hasn’t ended. He’ll keep on running, looking forward, whatever it takes, searching for the ghost haunting his memories. Time has folded on and on yet he remains empty-handed.

At this point, the name has dissolved from everyone’s—but a few, he supposes—memory.

At this point, his ambition has reached merit; it is his name that rings from everyone’s lips, the best detective in Inazuma, yet to him, though it is fulfilling, it simultaneously sounds empty. Pyrrhic.

“As expected of my partner...”

If she’s here, her eyes would be wide as Paimon and the Traveler’s. Then she’d go, “Hey, who said we’re partners, huh? I’ll beat you, Shika, watch your back.”

He laughs at the idea of it.

Heizou’s smile becomes wistful as the dawning sun graces him of another morning, another day to spend dreaming of an idealized past that could not be eternalized.

At this point, he no longer knows if the one he is chasing after is truly gone—much like a ghost—no longer knows if he’ll be able to extend his hand towards her back that’s supposedly within reach, and dart past her as always.

He doesn’t know, but he will keep on moving forward because that’s what their race was all about—to move forward. To move on.

Maybe, conceivably, possibly—she is still running, and he’s yet to catch up, that’s why he must run.

So that when he’s finally able to reach her, see her, under the same sun, wherever she is…

Heizou looks at them and grins along the skip of his heartbeat.

“The greatest rival I ever had.”

Then, together with [Name], he’d gladly cross the finish line again.

a/n: haaah :') a mysterious rival who vanished in thin air, whether MC is guilty or innocent, no one knows. and heizou is left all alone to be the best- though he's gone through some period of acceptance, hasn't he? though he says he's the best, he includes MC too 🥺 oh MC, MC, where art thou MC come back to him 😭

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everybodyshusband · 10 months

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wholly inspired by @endopyre's fantastic art of rain holding a knife which has fucked me up in the best of ways. please everyone go tell them how hot amazing it is.

450 (ish) words of mountain/transfem!rain knife-play under the cut (cw for knife-play and mentions of knives, and also a general disclaimer: please do not take kink advice from this.)

"Shh, shhh," Rain coaxes, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to Mountain's bare chest, right over his heart. Mountain can't see it, but he knows her lipstick has left a mark, and that little detail is affecting him much more than it should be. "I'm not going to hurt you, magnolia. You're safe." The grin on her lips and the crazed look in her eyes says otherwise.

Mountain doesn't even know how he found himself in this situation. He thought Rain had dragged him back up to the dorms for a movie night. Not... this. ("This" being Mountain naked on his bed, laying his back, his hands cuffed to the headboard. Rain straddling him, a maniacal streak in her smirk, knife clutched in her hand.) Don't get it twisted though, Mountain is extremely happy to be in the situation he's found himself. Ecstatic, even. Terrified, maybe. But more than a little turned on about this whole scenario, and more specifically, that crazed madness in Rain's eyes.

"Rainy, I-"

"Uh, uh," she chastises. "I didn't say you could speak, magnolia." She lowers the hand holding the kitchen knife and runs the flat edge of the blade over the middle of Mountain's chest; not a warning, exactly, but a threat of what's to come. The blade is cold. He shivers.

She draws the knife back again, holding it out of the way as she leans down to whisper in Mountain's ear. There's a tent in the panties underneath her skirt and it brushes up against Mountain's stomach, making his cock kick from the light friction. Mountain wants nothing more than to buck his aching cock up into hers. He refrains; doesn't think she'd enjoy the mess he'd leave behind on her favourite piece of clothing. "Are you going to be good for me, my darling?" Her words are gentle, but there's a malicious bite in her tone that ratchets Mountain's arousal up tenfold.

He nods frantically. "Yes, yes! I- I'll be good. Promise. Be so good for you, Ma'am."

Rain sits back up, and smirks down at him. At first Mountain assumes its from the honorific he chose, but then he makes eye contact with her. And if her smile was maniacal before, it's downright predatory now.

"Oh, love. I didn't say you could speak."

Mountain's eyes widen. His feels his cock give another kick. Feels his breathing pick up. Rain holds the knife in front of her face and runs a finger lightly over the blade, testing it's sharpness. She brings it down and holds the point of it against the earth ghoul's sternum.

"Let's try this again. Are you going to be good for me, my darling?"

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meetmyothersouls · 1 year

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I’m your biggest fan & totally obsessed with the Halloween theme! Can I request 🔪Hotel of Horrors

You're so so kind! Thank you so much, never thought I'd have a fan :) This one's for you!

Hotel of Horrors

Warnings: creepy hotel, mentions of ghosts, curses and death, knives and lots of threatening

Timothee x first person reader

I'm pissed.

I slam my hand against the bell on a counter that no one sits behind. Not only is my room a mess, but it smells like a dead raccoons ass. I wish I was kidding, but it's pretty fucking bad.

"Hello?" I slam my palm once more on the bell, breaking it in the process. "Does anyone work in this shit hole?"

"I do," a shaky voice says as a body shoots up from behind the counter. He knocks over a vase behind him and barely saves it from shattering on the ground. He couldn't save the dying roses or the water from spilling out. "I do," he repeats.

His whole entrance startles me, and I step back a few inches. Did he not hear me torturing the bell sitting on his counter? And what the hell was he doing on the floor? A slew of other questions come to mind, but the timid man behind the counter starts talking again. He's tall, skinny and deathly pale. He reminds me a lot of a Tim Burton Claymation character. Dark circles surround his eyes rimmed in red and he licks his lips nervously. "S-so sorry, ma'am. I'm Tim Chalamet, a-a-and I run this establishment." His fist pounds on the counter and the action startles him even though he's the one who did it. "Wha-what can I do for you?"

"Well, you can start by chilling the hell out. You need a xanny or something? You're making me anxious as fuck, dude." Tim swallows hard as I speak. He looks around the lobby like a scared, tortured puppy, waiting to be attacked. By what? I'm not sure but he's gotta cut that shit out. "And second, have you or anyone else been in room 794? It's actually offensive."

"7-794?" Tim's shaky hands move to the keyboard of an old computer. He types what I assume to be my room number as his eyes bounce across the screen. "Oh," he says, his face draining of what color remained in it.

"Oh? What do you mean 'oh'?"

"N-nothing. Nothing. I'll gladly reimburse you and give you a new room for free. No one should be in room 394."

"And why is that?" I ask. He's peaked my curiosity.

Tim's hand shoots up and runs nervously through his hair, tousling it. He grabs a handful off it, but lets it go before he pulls any of it out. This dude is going through it. "Uhhh, died. Someone died in there. Multiple someone's actually."

"Multiple!?"

"Y-yes 34 to be exact. Rooms cursed. I'm so sorry."

I'm not sure if he's apologizing because of the mishap of me getting the room or the fact that there's a very grand possibility that I am now cursed myself.

Fuck.

"You're fuckin' kidding."

"No. No, sadly not." Tim shoots back down and pops back up with a new room key. 795. I can't help but roll my eyes. Like room 795 is any less cursed than its lovely neighbor 794. "Here's you're new k-key. Enjo-oy your stay." He drops the key on the counter and turns, making his way to a set of swinging doors, I assume lead to a break room of some sort. I've still got to get my stuff out of my old room, but at this point I'm too spooked to go by myself, but I'm writing a new book and need several of the things out of that room. Fuck, this place. I don't want to go alone. In my head I'm whining and stomping like a four year old. Tim has already disappeared behind the double swinging doors and I hear a TV flip on. I've got to convince Mr. Pantophobia to help me get my shit from the cursed room. I don't actually need help and I would usually never ask a man to help me lug my things around, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I pull my shirt down a little bit, exposing some cleavage.

"Tim? Hellooooo?" I knock on the wooden counter and he comes back out. Thank god. "Oh good you're still here. Okay, so...I'm probably going to need some help gathering my things." I see his pupils dilate as he assumes what I'm about to ask him. "Think you can help a girl out?"

His stutter gets worse as he reaches underneath the counter. He brings out a ring of keys and shakes vigorously. "S-s-s-s-sure. Yeah. Yeah sure." I know he doesn't want to, and he didn't even put up a fight when I asked. He didn't even look at my tits. We walk silently, to the elevator, and my curiosity gets the best of me.

"Sooo, you got any inside details on any of the 34 murders?"

Tim doesn't move his head but his eyes travel to the side until he's looking at me in what would seem like a painful manner.

"No."

Liar.

"Oh come on! You've own this place! You've got to know something about at least one of them!" I egg him on as he we arrive to the elevator. Tim uses a long bony finger to press the up arrow on the vintage elevator. It's definitely been upgraded since the hotel originally opened in the 50's, but they've kept the same old timey look to both the inside and the outside of the hotel. It would be really nice if the place wasn't so fucking creepy. Two sets of doors open and we step inside. They close slowly and Tim presses his finger against a round button with a number seven printed on it and we lurch upward.

"Th-this hotel has been in my family since it opened. We aren't sure wh-why it's plagued with misfortune, but we try not to dwell on it too much."

"Why not? History is history. It happened and it happened here, dude. You can't change that."

I'm actually shocked that this place doesn't get more business. I've not seen more than five people since I arrived here and that includes Tim. Usually haunted or cursed hotels bring in tons of business, especially when there's a possibility of catching a ghost on camera.

Tim is silent for a moment after my response, and it's probably because I'm fucking right and he doesn't want to admit it. But when he opens his mouth to speak, I'm not prepared for what comes out of his mouth or the chills that pepper my body.

"They don't like when we talk about what happened."

"Th-they who?" Great. Now I'm stuttering. The elevator dings and we come to a stop. Tim steps off and I trail behind him. He's giving me the creeps now and it doesn't help that the lights flicker as we walk through the hall of floor seven. "Tim, what does that even mean? 'They don't like when we talk about what happened.'"

We're in front of room 794 in no time, and I suddenly have the urge to just take my shit and leave all together. Tim's freaking me out and so is this creepy fucking hotel. I feel like there are eyes on me even though no one is here. Tim brings the ring of keys up to the knob and I notice he's less jittery, less nervous and for some reason that makes me more nervous. The fuck is going on? The key Tim separates from the rest is old, rusty and much longer than the others. It goes in with ease and twists only once until the door opens.

Suddenly this room is a whole hell of a lot more unwelcoming knowing it's cursed. Tim holds his hand out into the room as if to say after you and follows it up with a jerk of his head into the darkness. Why didn't I leave the lights on before I came downstairs to complain. I suddenly feel stupid that I requested his help to move my shit one door over.

"You know what? I think I got it from here. Thanks...for the escort."

"Nonsense," Tim replies, kicking the door shut behind him. "I'd be happy to help." He's no longer stuttering and his movements look confident and lethal.

I'm scared.

I'm shaking as I haphazardly throw my clothes back into my suitcase, not caring whether or not they're dirty or clean. I want to get out of this room and more importantly, away from Tim. Why'd he have to shut the door? The room seems stuffy now, and I'm sweating even though all I'm doing is throwing my shit back into my suitcase. I add my laptop and pocket my cell phone before I zip up my suitcase.

"Okay. Done. Let's go."

Tim has a half smirk on his face and one foot against the door behind him. He looks absolutely dangerous and I really, really miss it when he was afraid of his own shadow. "You want to know the real reason this room is cursed?" He asks, stutter long gone.

"N-no, I just want to get to my new room." I muster up the courage to walk toward him. He's skinny as fuck, I probably have more muscle than he does and can easily shove him aside, but when I come within a few inches of him, he stands up straight and towers over me.

Was he this tall before?

He's got a hand behind his back and when he pulls it out from behind him he reveals a knife. I mentally kick myself in the ass, knowing that's what he went behind those double doors for before we came up here. Damn it. He points the tip of the blade at me and I begin to walk backwards.

"I'll ask again, y/n. Do you want to know the real reason this room is cursed." He grits out the last word and pushes the blade into my stomach ever so slightly. I gasp at the contact, but play along. I have to play along if I want to get out of this.

"Y-yes. Yes I do. Tell me."

Tim pulls the knife away, but only so that the tip is no longer piercing the flesh of my abdomen. He cracks his neck and the sound of bones popping is overwhelming in this quiet room.

"Guess."

A tear slips from my left eye as my back hits the wall. No where else to go.

"I don't like guessing games, Tim. Just tell me."

"TOO FUCKING BAD," he screams, slicing into my jeans, making a clean cut into my thigh. It's deep enough to inflict pain but not deep enough to cause me to bleed out. He's got experience. "I do. Now, take a fucking guess or I'll push this knife so deep into your stomach, your organs will come with it on the way out."

A sob escapes my mouth and it takes me a minute to catch my breath.

I'm going to fucking die in here.

"You're taking to long, y/n." Tim raises his knife, the blade gleams in what little light shines from the heavily curtained window. "And I don't like to be kept waiting." He moves quickly, plunging it toward my stomach. I'm lucky enough to catch his wrist, and from sheer adrenaline alone, I'm able to hold him back and give him an answer.

"BECAUSE," I scream. "Because your family is batshit fucking crazy and you are the ones that kill here."

He smirks at me and I curse myself for even thinking that he looks the least bit attractive in this moment.

"Very good, y/n," Tim praises. "You know, I feel bad about this." The confusion must be evident on my face. He yanks his hand from my grip and uses the knife to scrape away the hair that's fallen into my face. "Don't be dumb. I mean the killing you part."

"Let me go then, you asshole." I'd love to knee him in the dick right now, but I don't. I want to leave this with as few stab wounds as possible.

"No. No, can't do that. Not when you know the family secret."

"Oh, geez. I won't tell anyone," I lie. He lets me go and I'm spilling my fucking guts.

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before. You're very pretty, y/n, but lying makes even the prettiest faces ugly."

I roll my eyes. This is taking too long. "Just kill me or let me go, you fucking psycho."

Tim taps the knife on his chin, contemplatively. "I don't think I'll do either."

My heart sinks as I think of the torture he has planned for me. This has taken a sick turn and I'm feeling more and more hopeless the longer this goes on. Why did I have to go downstairs and complain. Why? "Then what the fuck are you going to do?"

"Marry me."

"What?" He doesn't like the tone in my voice and by the look on his face, he's feeling a bit stabby. "I-I'm sorry. I'm confused."

"You seem to think you have an option in this. You marry me and you join me in carrying on my family business. I put a few kids in you so they take over. Or I kill you. Make a choice and do it quick. I'm missing my show."

A million thoughts cross my mind. The main one being the fact that he thinks I'll let him close enough to stick his dick in me and get me pregnant. The next one being that either way, I never get to leave this hotel of horrors.

"You're taking to LONG, y/n."

Tim raises his knife again and I have no choice but to join him.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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Me and the devil, walking side by side.

Matt Murdock x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, fluff.

A/n: I've never written for Matt before so I'm sorry if it's shit. (Matt isn't blind in this story)

Summary: Matt and Y/n have been dating for six years, They both hold a secret that is about to be uncovered. Y/n knows of Matt, but what she doesn't know, is of his nights as the vigilante Daredevil. Matt sees Y/n but what he doesn't see is Cadaver. A silent (The city assumed it was a man) person who went about the joint kicking ass and taking names.

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Y/n crashed through a window and rolled onto a roof, four men surrounded her and held up knives.

"Well Cadaver, looks like you're just as dead as your fuckin name!"

She turned to him, voice changer turned on..

"Was that supposed to be clever? You just sounded like an idiot."

Daredevil stood on top of the service shed, staring down at what was going on below him.

"Well come on then, what are you waiting for? Oh! You want me to make the first move!? Okay!"

Y/n grabbed one of the men by the front of his shirt and punched him, spinning around she smacked the knife out of the other man's hand and pushed him into the other.

She dodged a swing from the man with a scar, Daredevil jumped down and began taking on the two she pushed. The man she punched stood up and grabbed the knife, sinking it deep into her side.

She cried out in pain and flipped the guy over her shoulder, kicking him in the head to knock him out. The other she pushed off the roof and he landed on the top of a car.

Y/n turned around to see Daredevil standing over the unconscious bodies of the other two men. She slowly walked a tad closer, Y/n picked up the knife and slipped it into her boot.

Matt took note of how her black mask shined in the moonlight, he tilted his head and asked...

"Who are you?"

"I'm Cadaver, and you're in my district." A warped low voice replied from the person in front of him.

"Strange way of saying thank you."

"Who are you?"

"Daredevil, but...my true name...I'll leave you guessing."

Y/n smiled, she liked this guy's attitude. He reminded her of Matt.

They moved closer, circling each other. Y/n gasped when she felt a hot sting come from her side, her adrenaline was wearing off and she was starting to feel the pain from being stabbed.

"Fuckin hell!" She cursed.

Matt looked at her side and stepped closer, she held up her hand for him to stop. He did and watched as blood started running down the black leather suit she was wearing.

"Hey, thank you for helping me...imma go...you do you...I hope I see you again." She said.

He nodded and watched as she jumped off the side of the building.

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Matt got home to Y/n making dinner, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Matt pressed gentle kisses to her neck and shoulder and turned her to him.

"You smell amazing." He whispered.

She smiled. "And you, my love. Smell like sweat and dirt. What the hell have you been doing?"

"Nothing important."

She shrugged and pointed to the bathroom.

"Go take a shower, then come eat dinner."

"Yes, ma'am." He dipped his head and captured her lips and a deep loving kiss, the headed off to the bathroom.

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Cadaver sat on the edge of a tall building with Daredevil, they looked out onto the city and just took it all in.

"Do you have anyone special?" He asked.

She looked at him confused..

"We just fucked up around 20 people and that's what you ask me?"

"It was a simple question."

She nodded, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm currently in a relationship, me and him-" she cut herself off.

He looked over at her and chuckled..

"I had a feeling you were a woman, your personality and the style in which you fight. Please continue."

She took a deep breath.

"Me and him have been together for a long time, he handsome and tall. Funny and sometimes stupid, he's really good at his job."

Y/n looked over at him.

"Do you have anyone?" She asked.

"Oh yes." Matt replied with the biggest smile on his face. "Y/n is the sweetest little thing you could ever lay eyes on. She's young beautiful, kind. She'd never hurt a fly."

"Y/n, huh?" That's a beautiful name.

He smiled. "She is my everything."

Y/n was sitting there eyes wide, he couldn't see. She had her mask on, she couldn't believe it was Matt sitting in front of her. Anyone could have the same name as her, but NO ONE! Could have the same voice as Matt. He said she wouldn't hurt a fly, but here she was kicking the ever loving shit out.of criminals.

"I gotta go." She said. "He's probably expecting me."

He smiled and nodded.

"Ill make one last round of your district then I think I'll head home too."

"Goodnight." Cadaver whispered.

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Y/n came crashing through the front door ripping the leather suit off of herself. kicking the door shut, y/n took a mad dash to the stairs and bolted to the bedroom.

"Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fuck!" She yelled.

Y/n pulled on a t-shirt and sweat pants, she rolled up her suit and tossed it into the back of the closet, she popped the trim of the wall and pushed her mask into the square cut out she made in the wall.

"Sweet heart, I'm home." Matt yelled from downstairs.

Y/n slowly made her way to him, wrapping him in a warm hug and gently kissing his neck.

"Oh, is that what you want tonight?" He asked in a sly tone.

Capturing his lips in a searing kiss she agreed with herself. Yep, Matt was definitely Daredevil.

He dragged his hands down her sides, but stopped when she let out a sharp gasp.

"What's wrong?" Matt asked.

Then he felt the hot liquid seeping into her shirt, he looked at her side and saw the blood.

Matt picked her up and laid her on the couch, he lifted her shirt just enough to inspect the wound. Matt winced when she cried out in pain, it reminded him of the night he helped Cadaver. He looked at Y/n and lowered his brows, he then went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and the med kit.

Matt stitched her up pretty nicely, he was bandaging her up when he asked. "How did you get stabbed?"

Y/n was quite, she knew he was onto her. Best not to lie, why would she lie? He wouldn't be mad at her, would he? Even if he was she could have his ass in a vice for the Daredevil shit. Finally she had the courage to speak.

"Do you have anyone special?"

He stopped what he was doing and looked at her, he moved closer and gently tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Oh yes, she is the sweetest little thing you could ever lay eyes on. She's young, beautiful, kind. And she can kick some serious ass."

THE END❤️

#Matt Murdock x reader #fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil #daredevil x female reader #daredevil x oc #daredevil x y/n #daredevil x f!reader

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spoofymcgee · 2 years

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uh. so. the city on the edge of forever is kinda. real fuckin' gay.

so. they're orbiting this planet. and they run into some unexpected turbulence and mccoy stabs himself with a whole fucking lot of some chemical used to restart people's hearts. as a result, he develops godly amounts of paranoia and becomes walking foreshadowing.

he beams down to the planet, hides behind some rocks when they try to find him and leaps into a time portal to the great depression.

this royally fucks up all known reality, so obviously kirk and spock have to go and find him.

they jump through and spock immediately starts getting stares for his ears, which makes him adorably self conscious (he does this little head scratch move to hide them for a moment that i unfortunately didn't get a screenshot of). kirk decides the best move is theivery, scales a fire escape and nicks them some clothes, sliding down just in time to get caught by a policeman.

he attempts to explain, spock by, uh, claiming that he's chinese. gets stuck on the ears.

not to worry, spock jumps in with 'perhaps they were a result of my unfortunate accident as a child.'

'oh... yes... you see, he had a run in with a. mechanical. rice? picker? and um. a nearby missionary, who was also a... plastic surgeon, yeah, saved his life.'

policeman don't buy it, but they pull the classic 'you distract him so i can knock him out' move and bolt.

this is where we meet edith keeler, head of the local mission, runner of the soup kitchen, all around wonderful lady.

she gives the two of them jobs and finds them lodging with very few questions, so now kirk and spock are temporarily roommates!

'honey, i'm home! i brought you some lettuce!'

they have a little lovers' spat professional argument, but it's okay because they make up afterwards

spock is displeased with the quality of science equipment he has to work with.

'why mr spock, what's wrong?'

'i am attempting, ms keeler, to construct and impossible device out of stone knives and bearskins.'

'spock! don't tell her that.'

edith catches them stealing and demands to know what the hell they think they're doing, so kirk vouches for spock's virtue, but now, edith wants to know where they're actually from.

'where do you think we belong?'

'you? you belong at his side, like you've always been there and always will be, mr spock' (i cannot believe they aired this line. what the fuck, ma'am. that's like. so fucking gay.)

'why does spock call you babygirl captain?'

'uh. well. let me tell you about this awesome alien book i read once!'

'oh, hey, look! it's mccoy! and he's not doing so hot!'

'hospitals. they still have needles. and sutures!' *faints*

local man has stolen future technology, potentially vaporizes himself. i'm sure this can have absolutely no negative repercussions whatsoever.

you can't see it very well, but spock came into the kitchen just as edith left with mccoy. this is comedy gold.

(part two in reblogs)

#okay gimme a second imma reblog with part two #spock #jim kirk #edith keeler #city on the edge of forever #bones mccoy

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super-unpredictable98 · 2 years

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The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~) - Season 3

Chapter 3: Amish Hospitality

Warning: Strong language, smut (non-graphic), tw for religious trauma?, mention of animal cruelty, abuse, and drugs, a little violence

(The Eighth Child Masterlist)

"Good morning, my Schnecke," Klaus squeezed me tighter, the morning sun coming shyly through the blinds. It was true, we were together, we were back home finally. It was almost too good to believe. "How can you look so sexy in the morning?"

"What are you doing up, Klausie? I feel like you're about to ask me something..."

"You know how much I love continental breakfast, but I thought I might get a little treat first," he smirked that devilish smirk I love so much.

He sneaked under the blanket and parted my legs, blindly finding my sensitive spots with his skilled tongue and those soft lips. Yeah, he definitely was about to ask me something, there's no way I did anything to earn such a nice wake-up call.

"Baby," I breathed, arching my back, unable to think straight. "Come on, tell me what you want from me?"

"I want you to cum all over my tongue," he groaned.

"Oh fuck... Please, just tell me so I can relax."

"I know we have wedding stuff to plan and I promise I'll help you with that very very soon, but there's somewhere I wanted to go today," he drawled, not stopping his insistent ministrations. "Like a little road trip, would you come with me, Muschi?"

"Road trip? For what?"

"Ich bin bis über beide Ohren verliebt," he murmured against my sensitive skin and I melted, that bastard knew exactly how to get me to say yes to essentially anything, it was so incredibly unfair how much power he held over me!

"You're head over heels for me?"

"Mmhm," he nodded, making sure to make eye contact with those innocent puppy dog eyes framed by those beautiful lashes... "Please? Please, Muschi."

"Fine, fine, I'll go," I moaned softly, which made my fiancé move more eagerly, easily driving me to the edge, making me come undone under him. "Happy?" I panted, falling back on my pillow with a satisfied exhale.

"Very! Are you? Or do you need more?"

"You can give me more later, we'll be late for breakfast."

To our surprise, a new hotel guest seemed to be causing quite an impression at the buffet. A hyperactive boy who filled his plate with everything he could get his hands on.

During one of his many trips to the main counter, he bumped into me head first and looked up. "Sorry, ma'am, my eyes have a hard time focusing on beautiful women, so I didn't see you-"

"Hey!" Diego quickly got up to slap the kid on the back of the head. "That's your aunt! More respect!"

"Sorry..." he rolled his eyes.

"Wait, what?" I looked at Klaus who seemed just as confused as I was.

"So, allegedly, this is my son Stanley," Diego groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "These are my siblings, your aunt Vicky and your uncle Klaus."

"Oh my God! Hey, Stan," I opened my arms for a hug like every good Brazilian, he hesitated at first but accepted it after a few seconds of consideration. "It's so nice to meet you! Are you sitting with us for breakfast?"

"No, dad said I'm grounded because I took one of his knives."

"Dieguito!" I muttered. "Come on, he's your kid!"

"Allegedly! It'll be good for him, time to reflect on himself," Diego invited us to his table while Stan ate alone in the corner. It was heartbreaking, but the kid didn't really seem to mind.

"That little delinquent is your son?" Klaus laughed "That's so funny!"

"Wait... Who's the mother?" Five asked, joining us after getting his morning cocktail.

"Lila," Diego whispered.

"Excuse me?" Klaus gasped.

"She dropped him off on my lap last night and bolted."

"Never really cared for that one..." Klausie shook his head.

"I told you she was trouble, I told you, Diego!" I cried. "She wasn't good enough, I knew something like this was gonna happen. Well... Not this exactly, but something not good. Who falls in love with a person they met in a nuthouse?"

"You did," Five joked. "Technically she's family."

"She was trying to murder us like yesterday," Klaus argued.

"Like I said, Family! Is she coming back?"

"Well, she better be, because we have more important things to be dealing with right now!" Diego raised his voice, catching the little boy's attention from across the room.

"D! Shut up, it's not his fault!" I smacked him the same way he had done to his son. "He's just a kid who never met his dad, how do you think he feels? Do you wanna be a bad father like ours?"

"Of course not..." he mumbled, not used to being chastised by me, his biggest apologist.

"Then stop treating him like an inconvenience, he's a human being! Actually, I'm gonna go have breakfast with my nephew, no one deserves to be alone. And if stealing your knives was such a punishable offense, Klaus and I would be in jail still."

Before I could leave though, Vanya approached us asking where Luther was, only... it wasn't really the Vanya I knew.

"Love the haircut!" Klaus exclaimed.

"Yeah, it makes your jawline pop, looks great," I agreed.

After the silliest smile, she continued to explain about the night before and meeting with Marcus, the Number One Sparrow, which obviously had us all concerned.

"You can't just go around doing that, Vanya," I warned. "It could be dangerous even for you."

"It's uh- Viktor."

"Who's Viktor?" Diego asked and I gaped, internally mortified for the dead name slip even if I didn't know the new one.

"I am. It's who I've always been," he explained. "Anyone has an issue with that?"

"Um yeah!" I raised my hand and my fiancé nearly choked.

"Really? I thought you and Klaus would be the ones I wouldn't have to worry about" Viktor looked down. "It's still me, you know?"

"I know that, but you stole my name! Come on, man! Couldn't you pick your own name?" I whined. "Now if someone wants to call both of us it's gonna be like that Julie Andrews film."

He looked me in the eye as he processed what I just said and laughed, something I hadn't seen in a long time.

"It's a small tribute actually. I wanted to keep it in the family, I wasn't gonna steal any of the boys' names and there's no male equivalent of Allison. So it's Viktor, and I couldn't think of a better name... You're unapologetically you, you have always been. You are brave and passionate, you always go above and beyond for all of us, and you were there to support me even when I was too sad to realize. I can't remember any happy childhood memories that you are not a part of, so I hope you're not actually mad at me."

I didn't have the voice to say anything else, I simply embraced him, tussling his short hair. "You know I can't be mad at my brothers for long, even when you ended the world I couldn't. I'm so proud of you," I whispered, kissing the top of his head before taking my plate to join Stan, otherwise I would've started to cry and it would've been a whole drama.

"Hey! Who wins the bet?" Klaus called as I left. "No one, right?"

"What bet?" Viktor asked.

"When we were 15, Klausie and I made a bet. I said you were a lesbian, he said you were bi, but if you're a straight guy we both lose," I shrugged, taking my seat next to my new nephew. "Hey, do you mind if we join you?"

"No," Stan tried not to smile, very much like his dad would. Even though they were not physically similar, somehow he reminded me a little bit of young Dieguito, when he still had that stutter and liked to watch telenovelas with me. "Who are they?"

"Those are your uncles Five and Viktor," I pointed.

"Five? Why is his name Five?"

"Because he didn't like Finley," I chuckled. "Our dad gave us all numbers, but our mother picked our names according to the places we were born. He's from Ireland, but he didn't like her pick, so he's Five."

"Oh, yeah, makes sense. I wouldn't wanna be named Finley either. Do you have a number?"

"Yeah, I'm Number Eight," I finally realized at that moment that it didn't bother me anymore to be called Eight. That had always been very triggering for me, but ever since we came back, everything seemed lighter somehow. Maybe it was the weight of being Reginald's kid lifted from my shoulders. "And where were you born, young man? You don't have your mom's British accent."

"I'm- I'm from Berlin."

"That's a coincidence! Uncle Klaus too!" I looked over at the boys, still talking about timeline changes and rendezvous with the Sparrows. "He was born just about a month before the Berlin Wall came down, I still believe those two events are somehow connected," I teased and the boy giggled, filling me with pride.

I, unfortunately, didn't have much time with Stanny, as Klaus stepped in to steal me away for our road trip. Only we weren't going on a romantic road trip, Five was apparently tagging along as well.

Every second I started to suspect more and more- actually no, I knew full well my fiancé was hiding something from me, I just hoped it wasn't the 'let's kill a loan shark who is stalking me' sort of secret.

"Are you sure we can drive the hotel car like that?" I asked, already going insane from Five humming on the back seat.

"Oh yeah, Chet doesn't mind," Klaus assured, stopping at a drive-through to get some food.

"It's on me," Five waved the money in front of me.

"Where did you get that?" I asked, taking it reluctantly. "We couldn't even pay for a hotel room, now everyone has new clothes, take-out money..."

"Allison made a little visit to the bank."

"Oh," I nodded, relieved that at least I didn't have to feel guilty because of my secret stash, my siblings were well off. "How did I not think of that?"

"Because you were too busy with planning your nuptials with Caligula. Now I took the liberty to mark all the best spots to visit from here to Pennsylvania."

"Klausie, not to say I don't love Five to death... He's my little nugget of joy and looking at his face reminds me of our glorious teenage years and the wonderful sneaking out adventures we had, but why did we invite him?" I asked, taking my burger and my fries from the big paper bag on his lap. "Thought this was supposed to be a romantic countryside getaway."

"So roadside attractions were not on your to-do list for this romantic getaway? I share a wall with you two and the beds are squeaky, I know you can't have that much energy. What were you planning for today, Victoria?" Five leaned in between our seats.

"Our little cherub is retired, I thought he could use the distraction," Klaus gave me an apologetic look. "Plus, he's quite stable, isn't he? I felt like we might need the emotional support."

"Emotional support? For what?" I asked.

Klaus fell quiet for a second, the only sound we could hear was his straw as he sipped on his soda. He looked at me through the corner of his eye and cleared his throat. That's when I knew I was in for a treat, I might not like the treat, but I was in for it!

"Don't make that face at me! What are we really doing here?" I exclaimed.

"We are going to Pennsylvania to find... My birth mother! YAAAAY" Klaus tried to cheer me up, but my reaction mirrored Five's: complete disbelief.

"What is your birth mother doing there? Why would she come all the way from Berlin to-"

"Well, as it turns out, a very minor detail, dad's transaction to buy me took place in Pennsylvania and not in Germany as we first thought..."

"KLAUS! You lied to me our whole lives? You told me you were from Berlin!"

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, I didn't know at first, I can explain! I knew if I told you the real reason you wouldn't have come!"

"Damn right we wouldn't," Five groaned. "Because I'm supposed to be retired and relax, Vicky is supposed to be planning a wedding, and you're supposed to be helping her!"

"I know! But it can still be a carefree road trip, babe, I promise..."

"BALL OF TWINE!" our little brother jumped to grab the steering wheel and make the turn. "It's one of the best ones!"

"Five, we're gonna die!" Klaus shouted back.

"No twine, no birth mother!"

The two of them fought over the wheel for a few seconds and I screamed, covering my ears and closing my eyes to avoid the stress. I didn't care if we stopped to see a stupid ball of twine anymore, I just wanted an explanation as to why Klaus lied to me.

We finally made the turn and stopped a few minutes later to look at that stupid ball, it made zero sense to me why anyone would do that and leave it on the side of the road. It wasn't at all entertaining like Five made it seem, but I had to get out of that car and breathe. I was dizzy and starting to feel sick to my stomach which always made me nervous.

"I thought it would be a lot bigger," Klaus murmured.

"It seems pretty big to me," Five countered.

"Yeah, cause you're tiny," I grumbled, leaning against the hood of the car, still refusing to look my fiancé in the eye.

"Come on, Liebling, please just look at me," he took my hands, kissing them repeatedly. "Just listen okay? We all learned our native languages when we were kids, mom taught me German and my name is Klaus, so I assumed I was German!"

"You lied! What else have you been lying about? Is your hair naturally curly or have you been getting perms since we were babies? You're from Pennsylvania? ARGH!" I cried in anger.

"Okay, I get it. I was on the ass end of a two-week bender and I can't tell you the exact date, but Amy Whinehouse was at the top of the charts and you had just told me about your first kiss, so I wanna say... Mid to late aughts? I helped myself into dad's office looking for the key to his safe cause he had Pogo lock up all the stealables," Klaus started and Five turned to listen as well.

"I can't imagine why," I sneered.

"But instead," Klaus ignored my comment. "I found a treasure trove of our family history told in expired check stubs."

I closed my eyes and was able to see that image in my head through his eyes, but I didn't have time to be proud of my achievement in controlling my mind reading power. I was focused on reading what was right in front of me.

"Rachel Herschberger, 89 Old Holland Road... Nine pound infant? Klaus you were nine fucking pounds? You were a pretty heavy baby, what happened?" I opened my eyes. "Three thousand dollars. Wow."

"I was too messed up at the time to do anything, right after that you put me in rehab, I was doing pretty bad. But I always wondered why she sold me for three grand? She couldn't have held out for five? Six?" Klaus chuckled sadly. "And now dad disowned us, Grace is no longer our mom, I'm getting married and I wanted my mom to know about it. I wanted to see her and show her that despite everything, I turned out pretty okay. I'm sorry for lying, I didn't have the heart to tell you after I found out, I mean... You always loved that so much about me, I didn't want you to stop liking me if you knew."

"You think I wouldn't like you if you were not German?" I teared up, brokenhearted that he would think something like that.

"I don't know! I might be, mom might be an immigrant, you saw her last name... I just- I was embarrassed to tell you I lied. Do you forgive me?" he gave me a pitiful look knowing I would say yes.

"Fine, I forgive you!" I huffed, folding my arms. Maybe meeting his mom would clear things up, we would be able to understand this mess.

"Did you see anything about my mother?" Five asked.

"No, sorry..."

"Efa," I blurted out as the image invaded my mind, I was still seeing it through Klaus' eyes, a glimpse of that memory. "She's from Dublin."

"How do you know that?"

"Because Klaus saw it, he just can't remember, but I can watch what he saw. Here's my mom," I sighed. "Maria Fernanda from Rio de Janeiro, I cost seven thousand reais."

"See? Your mom was a better negotiator!" Klaus pointed out, a little offended.

"No, that was a little less than two thousand dollars if you convert it... I'm that cheap."

"Hey, is no one gonna comment on the fact that Victoria can watch your memories? Memories you didn't even know you had that she just fished from your brain, and rewind them like a VHS tape whenever she wants?" Five commented.

"That is pretty cool, isn't it?" I smiled. "I guess I'm getting better at this whole mind reading business. My brain isn't so loud all the time anymore, I can see and hear what I want. For example, now Diego is fighting Alphonso... Wait, why is Diego fighting Alphonso?"

"Because it's Diego," Five tapped my shoulder. "Good job, Vicky, really impressive."

"Shall we go then? I wanna find out who I could've been if I didn't grow up in this stupid family," Klaus opened the door for me, which I can only assume he did out of guilt. "Well, not really a family, more of a..."

"Institute for snarky delinquents," Five joked. "And not a very good one at that."

"You know what? Say what you want, I wouldn't trade my family for anything," I said, getting back in the car. "I love every single one of you! Well, maybe I'd trade Luther, stupid monkey brain narc."

"You're right, I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world," Klaus admitted. "I'm glad you two came along. You're a good sister slash lover, and you're a good brother... Okay, alright, now you say nice things about me!"

Five shook his head in silence, but I had something to say. "You are my favorite person in the whole world!" I said hoping to make up for our little brother's lack of enthusiasm.

"Aww I love you two too!"

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As we approached our destination, I started to notice a pattern: lots and lots of cows and lots and lots of fabric. The people were covered from head to toe even though it was very hot out. That's when I had the... unfortunate realization:

"Oh my God! Klaus is Amish? And from Pennsylvania? You're an Amish born in Pennsylvania!" I winced. "You think our family is bad? You were way better off growing up with us being abused by dad than here!"

"If you take everything into consideration you might be right," Klaus parked and took a look at my disgusted face. "Are you less attracted to me now?"

"Not gonna lie, if I wasn't so in love already, that would not help your case," I said completely honestly. "But I do love you and you are very hot, so you're still German to me."

"Thank you, Schnucki."

"Okay, doppelgänger check," Five stepped in front of Klaus as we headed into the community. "Do you feel anything strange? Itching, sweats, gas, anything like that?"

"No, I feel great," he grinned. "Apart from the old rash on the tackle, but what can you do?"

Five gave me a horrified look and I nodded with a grimace. "Good thing I'm indestructible, I guess..." I muttered before following my fiancé.

That place was exactly the way you would expect. It was crowded and creepy, it smelled like cow shit and everyone spoke a language I couldn't even begin to understand.

"Hello there, guten tag, sehr erfreut," Klaus waved, but nobody seemed very pleased to see us. I awkwardly nodded, trying not to make eye contact, until I saw something that made me nearly gag and run the opposite direction.

"She's skinning a rabbit!" I covered my mouth. "It was a rabbit, it was alive, she's taking its skin! That's it, I'm going back to being a vegetarian! I had to stop because of that whole being stranded in Vietnam thing, but I refuse to eat meat after seeing this."

"Vicky, I think this is her..."

"Your mom is a monster!" I whispered.

"Mom," he called without even checking, but it's not like Klaus has been known to think twice before doing anything in his life.

"Nay, English, no mothers here. Only rabbits," the lady offered him a smile.

"Dead ones..." I squeaked.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for Rachel Herschberger," Klaus asked.

"No Rachel," a man came out of a shed before the lady could answer us.

"Oh, okay, well that's a shame," Klaus watched him warily, by the tone of his voice, he wasn't looking to be friends. "Do you know where I might find her? I'm trying to track her down-"

"I said, there's no Rachel here. Now walk your fancy boots back to town where you belong and leave us be."

"You know Rachel don't you, Sara-Beth?" I looked at the woman, her eyes grew seeing I knew her name. "I can see you know her, you lost her..."

"Maybe you should let the kids speak, Caleb," she murmured, looking at me like I was some sort of witch.

"Yeah, no need to get your knickers in a twist," Klaus tried to joke, but that man wasn't having it.

"You're upsetting the womenfolk, now you're upsetting me..." Caleb took a step forward, giving Klaus a shove that made him fall on his ass.

"Your wife wants to talk to us, asshole," I growled, pushing that prick back. "If you touch my fiancé again I will do to you what she's doing to that rabbit, don't fucking test me, you freak! Womenfolk happen to love him!"

"I am not scared to hit a woman," he threatened.

"And I'm not scared to hit a stupid little bitch," I punched that man without hesitation, drawing blood from his nose. "Don't touch my family!"

"What is the matter with you?" Klaus got up, pulling me away to keep a real fight from happening. "I thought you people were supposed to be nice! You have ruined the Amish for me forever!"

On our way back to the car, I couldn't stop thinking about the look on that woman's face, she wanted to talk to us, she knew something! We have been pushed around our entire lives, now we were letting it happen again!

"We're not leaving until we know where your mother is," I grabbed Klaus' hand and dragged him the other way, following the sound of Sara-Beth's thoughts, getting louder as we got closer to where she was in the middle of the woods.

"Vicky no! We're gonna get killed!" he cried.

"No, I can protect you, we need to know! We just lost so much, it's only fair we get the answer to the most fundamental question that permeated our entire lives," I insisted, finally finding the person we were looking for. "Hey, we need to talk."

"I don't want any trouble!" she backed off, clearly terrified of her husband. How could those people live like that? Always in fear, always in hiding.

"No no, neither do we," Klaus held his hands up. "You know Rachel, right?"

"She's my sister."

"Oh! That's..." he gave my hand a squeeze. "Do you know where I can find her?"

"Young man, she's been dead for over thirty years."

"What? That doesn't make any sense," I shook my head. "How did she die? When?"

"Brain hemorrhage, took her quick, thank the Lord," she frowned. "October 1st, 1989."

"What about her son?" Klaus asked.

"What son?"

"English! The cows are missing!" I heard Caleb's voice and elbowed my fiancé.

"Jump on my back! Come on!" he asked, knowing speed was not my strong suit, so I did. I jumped on his back and he took off just like we did when we were younger. "Wow, you lost a lot of weight the last three years, huh? Let's get you some vegan burgers, okay?"

"I thought that was a good thing!" I gasped.

"I want you to be healthy, not necessarily skinny! Five! Five, start the call would ya?"

"Hurry, Five! Stop doing math and start the car!" I yelled, flipping off the huge mob of Amish assholes following us like that scene from Pirates of the Caribbean when Captain Jack Sparrow is running from the cannibals.

"Why can't you two just get along with people?" Five scolded, hurrying to get the car going. "You get into trouble everywhere!"

"We tried, we really did! The Amish are not as nice as people say," Klaus panted, letting me down.

"Wait! Wait a second, take this," Sara-Beth showed up from the other side of the woods bringing Klaus an old notebook. "Rachel's death was unusual and she wasn't the only one. "You have her eyes, English... Now go!"

"She would be proud of his future wife too, right?" I asked, sticking my head out of the window.

"No time!" Five growled. "Get in, Klaus! You're gonna get yourself killed!"

The angry mob almost reached the car, but we were able to narrowly escape with our little old brother's getaway skills, but Klaus wasn't worried in the least. He was more focused on reading his aunt's notes.

"This timeline is chock-full of riddles, get this," he pointed. "My mom died here before I was even born!"

Hearing those words, Five stepped on the breaks and I nearly flew threw the windshield, ending up between the two of them. "I need to start using a seatbelt, I know I can't get hurt, but that would've been such a mess..."

"Look, she passed on my birthday just a few moments before I was supposed to be born, you know... the 12th hour of the first day of October," Klaus flipped through the pages in frustration. "Oh no, Vicky... Your mom died too. Can you translate this?"

"Jovem estudante do Rio de Janeiro morre na praia de Copacabana após uma aparente hemorragia sem motivo confirmado. Suspeitas de bala perdida foram descartadas, o corpo apresentava sinais de gravidez... It says she died at the beach after a freak hemorrhage, they thought she was hit by a stray bullet, but she wasn't, and she was already pregnant with me."

"Look at her, Liebling, she was so beautiful. Just like you, look at these cute freckles... I'm so sorry, I know how much you thought about her."

"I know this is all very sad, but we have bigger problems here!" Five interrupted.

"I guess we do, if our moms never gave birth to us doesn't that create a paradox?" I asked.

"Bingo, we might've just created the worst paradox we could possibly create... The grandfather paradox."

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