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chilligyu · 3 years

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info: wen junhui/reader, teen+, soulmate au genre: angst, romance | word ct: 2k warnings: descriptions of injuries, scars, blood, hospitals summary: forever was a powerful word, and it was the only word he could think of when he imagined his soulmate. someone who was just as powerful as she was terrifying. because forever was a powerful word, and it scared him to no end. author's note: please read! this soulmate au deals with soulmarks in the form of injuries. once someone turns 18 their body will be marked with their soulmates scars and they will acquire all of their future injuries (i know it's a little confusing, story explains it better). if talks of scars and blood make you uncomfortable, respectfully, this fic will not be your cup of tea. thank you all!

Forever. Never, in all of Junhui’s life, had he heard a more terrifying word. He hated the permanency of it, the idea of being stuck doing one thing, being with one person. The thought of it alone made his skin itch. He loved being able to get on a train and go absolutely anywhere, loved never being tied down, loved being free. Sometimes he didn’t even know where home was, where he’d be sleeping, and that’s when he was most happy. He couldn’t explain it, nor did he want to.

What scared him most, was what he was destined for, what forever truly meant for him. For years he was told how his life would change, how it would never be the same once he became an adult. And he believed them. No matter how much he hated it, he’d have to be delusional not to. Because he’d been watching it play out on his skin since he turned 18. He’d been watching his body pucker with scars, little nicks here and there, for the better part of four years. A thin line across the back of his hand, a surgical scar on his stomach, it was so nerve-wracking. Because he hadn’t been injured.

His soulmate had, and he was a first-hand witness.

That was the sad existence he was left with, the one he’d been running from for years. He lived in a world where everyone was covered in the injuries and scars of their soulmate. Your body wasn’t a canvas of your own life, it was the story of someone else’s. And God Junhui hated that more than anything. That his life wasn’t his own anymore and there was nothing he could do about it.

It all became real for him when he came home from school on his 18th birthday. He shouldered off his bag and was getting ready to shower when he saw the bright pink mark on his stomach. A little thing, only two inches in length, half an inch wide, almost completely negligible. At first, he was confused, then scared, and finally—mortified.

No. He said to himself as he inspected the scar. Please tell me this is a lie.

For years he stared at his own body, repulsed and confused by the injuries that kept cropping up. His friends would laugh at the little marks, claiming that his soulmate was a complete klutz. Still, he refused to acknowledge it. He didn’t care what sort of scar showed up on his body, he refused to care. He refused to think about the one person who was tied to his entire existence. No matter what they were going through. He didn’t care when the eight inch gash appeared on his arm, nor did he care when he saw the surgical scar sprawled across his knee. It was just skin, scar tissue and skin. It didn’t mean anything.

Or that’s what he tried to convince himself.

Sometimes, if the injury was bad enough, he would even feel the pain from it. One day he was walking to work, and suddenly he was struck by an intense migraine. The throbbing alone was enough to make him want to puke. The world was spinning, he could barely feel the ground underneath his feet when he caught his reflection in a store window. His eyebrow had split open, a single trickle of blood streaking his face.

What happened? He found himself wondering despite himself. Are they—are they okay?

Before that moment, he had never actually bled from one of his soulmate’s wounds. And it terrified him. He had only seen the injuries once they’d healed, meaning that the danger, and pain, was over. That little bead of blood meant—meant that this was real. That on the other side of his scars was a real person. He hated forever, he hated the word, hated the meaning, hated what he was forced to endure because fate had better plans for him.

But still, he couldn’t help but wonder. And that was harmless, right?

Going to the doctor after that was interesting, because he had to get a full body X-Ray to see what sort of damage his new body had endured. Standard protocol when you turned 18, he’d just been putting it off for as long as he could. Injuries from his soulmate's childhood were clear against the backlight, several broken bones from when they were young, or reckless, or both. Without realizing it, Junhui found himself smiling at the sight. It was sort of comforting, knowing that he’ll always have this part of someone else. That it’ll never leave him.

He gingerly touched each wound and tried to imagine the story behind them. There was this one right up his shin, very old, very faded, it reminded him of the one time he fell off his bike as a kid. Maybe he had something in common with his soulmate. Maybe they had a similar past. He had no idea, but it was fun to wonder.

For periods of time, Junhui wouldn’t accumulate any new marks, and he felt lonely. He pretended like he didn’t, he continued on as he usually did. A string of flings and drunken escapades kept him busy, but they just—they weren’t as fun anymore. Car rides with no destination, late nights underneath the stars, the things he loved most no longer held the same weight. He felt stupid, selfish, wishing for some sign of his soulmate. Because that meant that they’d have to get hurt for it to happen.

And then, he thought he lost them.

He was getting set up for a gig, plugging in his mic and laughing with the stagehands, when he felt his life flash before his eyes. Like he’d been crushed by a car. The pain was so excruciating, he was finding it hard to breathe. Collapsing to the floor, he could’ve sworn that he saw a bright light above him. Tears streaked his face, his stomach churned like the red sea—he thought he was dying. He had no idea what was going on, until—until he realized that he was fine. That his soulmate—that his soulmate might’ve—

Pulling up his shirt, he watched a deep gash form on his stomach and a deep bruise color his whole abdomen. Propping himself up onto his elbows, he instantly fell back to the ground. Looking at his arm, he noticed the swelling. He was being covered in bruises, several of his bones were broken, and he only had one thought on his mind.

I have to find them.

He managed to get to his feet, finding his right leg weaker than he remembered, and he practically sprinted out of the bar. Pulling out his phone, he started searching every news site he could think of, looking for any news of any sort of car crash. Of any sort of accident.

Every few minutes or so, he’d check to make sure that his scars were still there. That his soulmate hadn’t left him. Because that’s what everyone truly fears, and the one thing Junhui has grown to fear more than forever. When you slowly see your soulmate's scars clear up, when your skin is your own once more, it means one of two things.

Either you’ve found your soulmate, or your soulmate is dead.

Please stay alive. He found himself begging, finally catching word of a couple car accidents in the past day. He scrolled through them, scrolled through the pictures of victims, desperately trying to find them. Dozens of faces blurred past his vision, and he finally stopped at a picture of a young woman. A woman with a small scar on her chin, just like the cut Junhui got when he was a kid and banged his chin on a coffee table.

After years of denying her existence, he had finally found his soulmate. For a brief moment, he was caught in some sort of trance, completely awestruck by the person who was a permanent part of his life. She was beautiful, perfect, everything he had ever dreamed of and feared all at once. It broke his heart, knowing that it took her getting hit by a car for him to find her.

When he figured out which hospital she was taken to, he hailed a cab and paid him extra to get him there as fast as he could. As he rode, he read the article more thoroughly, reading about how she was hit by a drunk driver, how she was in critical condition, and how she was in a medically induced coma. He had to fight back tears, knowing that she might not make it.

Arriving at the hospital, he showed the front desk her picture, desperate to find her any way that he could. They confirmed that she was there, that she had just got out of surgery. They kept telling him that only family could see her, that he’d have to wait until she was out of the ICU, and a million other things that he didn’t give a damn about. He had to see her.

“She’s my soulmate.” He whispered, trying not to lose it. “Please, please, let me see her.”

Even though the nurses were conflicted, they eventually let him in. Thanking them quickly, he sprinted down the hall to her room, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t lose her. Not before she was even a part of his life. Not before he could even tell her how important she was to him. He hadn’t even met her yet, and yet if she died – then his life would be over.

He slowed down as he got closer, his heart beating in his ears. She was just a few doors down, she was so close, he could feel it deep down inside. As he stood outside her door, he tried to calm himself down, he inhaled and exhaled, attempting to stabilize the raging storm inside of him.

Mentally preparing for the worst he reached for the door handle, his entire arm shaking. He was fully aware that she wouldn’t even realize he was there, that she’d be lying catatonic in a hospital bed with tubes and wires hooked up to her. He didn’t care. It was still an important moment in his life. He was about to meet his soulmate for the first time.

Turning the handle, he felt his heart stop when he saw her. Even though the actual sight of her broke his heart, something he couldn’t explain started to stir inside of him. Like—like his entire existence led him to this point. And while that thought alone would’ve terrified him not too long ago, it now gave him a purpose to strive towards. He wouldn’t run from this.

He approached her carefully, pulling up a chair and sitting beside her. As he sat there, he watched as the little scars across his knuckles started to disappear, and saw them reappear on her. Unconsciously, he started to check on every single scar on his body, finding himself frowning as they vanished from his skin. He would’ve preferred to bare them, knowing that they wouldn’t mar her beautiful body. And he’d miss the proof that she was meant to be with him. Fate determined that they were meant to be together, and for the first time—he accepted that. Because he finally learned that alone was a far more terrifying word than forever.

“I don’t care how long it takes.” He whispered, taking her hand in his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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jayankles · 4 years

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Not your Bacon

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Y/N makes a split second decision to save Dean on a hunt. When she wakes up in the hospital Dean professes his love for her but she fears that it’s coming from the wrong place.

Squares filled: Little box of memories / the bunker

Written for: @goodthingshappenbingo / @spndeanbingo

Word Count:1507

@kittycat-cas said: Oooh, what I want to see is hurt and comfort, super comforting Dean who is in awe of why this woman would have risked her life so selflessly - just lots of fluff - maybe some angst too if she is really hurt.

Warnings: A little angst, hospitals

It was a split second decision. You couldn’t stand there and do nothing. The werewolf growled from the other side of the warehouse, your body moved on its own accord. Jumping in front of Dean was the only thing you could think of doing. Nothing else mattered if you were going to die instead of a Winchester then you were happy to take their place.

Screaming at the top of your lungs, you felt the excruciating pain tearing through your chest. Their claws shredding through your clothes before ripping through your skin. When you thought you would hit the floor your mind went blank, a fuzzy feeling grew in your chest but you welcomed the darkness that followed.

The wind was knocked out of your body, blood spilling from your mouth as well as your chest. This is it, this is how you die. And you would either die a hero, saving the great Dean Winchester or die out of pure recklessness and it was all for nothing. Either way pretty cool death, especially because you got to save a Winchester.

Dean paced the waiting room of the hospital. Everything was much too white. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, the uniform. Nothing smelt right either.

Deciding against his better judgment, Dean went back to the reception and asked if there were any updates on your condition.

“Sorry hun, no changes since the last time you asked. But I can assure you that we have the best doctors and they are going to do their best to help her, okay? I can’t offer you any more assurance than that.”

Dean apologised for his continuous question. He was just the little kid that wanted to know if he had reached his destination. He just wanted to know whether you were safe or not and he wanted to know now. It was eating him alive not knowing what condition you were in.

Returning back to an unoccupied seat, his leg bounced in place, unable to keep his anxiety at bay. There was no hiding it. Hours had passed and there was still no news. It wasn’t until he was shaken awake that he realised he had fallen asleep in one of the chairs. Even if they were uncomfortable, he was exhausted and he couldn’t help but succumb to the dreaded sleep. Dean was told that you were in critical condition but they had managed to stop the bleeding and somehow keep you steady.

He was able to see you but the doctor had told him that you wouldn’t be awake. All he could do was sit and wait, wait and see if you would wake soon, but again sleep overtook him.

You grunted awake. Urgh, you would know that smell from anywhere - hospital - but suddenly it was drowned out by one of the smells that you loved the most. Pure and unadulterated Dean.

In a dizzy haze, you patted the bed beside him before you accidentally smacked Dean’s head a little too hard and woke him up. You grunted again, more on the sorrowful side this time as opposed to the hurting one.

“M’sorry.” You groaned, almost whined but it soon disappeared when the nurse came in and did her rounds. She noticed that you were awake, checked your folder and asked how much pain you were in on a scale of 1 to 10. “9, I’m saving my 10 for when I’m dead.”

“Y/N, come on, you know that’s not funny.” Dean argued, his voice stern, you couldn’t help it. You were in pain but you hadn’t lost your sense of humour. “Oh, wow that is some good shit. Wow.”

“Morphine tends to do that to people.” The nurse winked and added the dosage to the chart. “We’ll keep monitoring her but with time and care, those wounds should heal up. It’ll be a pretty cool story to tell in the future.”

“Yeah, I got attacked by a werewolf!” You giggled as your eyelids became heavy, you missed the way Dean’s widened in panic.

Dean cleared his throat, before he feigned a laugh, trying to shrug it off in front of the nurse. “Damn, morphine makes people talk shit out of their ass, huh?

“Oh yeah. Werewolf isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve heard. We’ve had ghosts, vampires, and my favourite, a man made out of cotton candy but I watched the second Scooby Doo movie. I’ll leave you be.”

“Thank you nurse.”

“No problem. Just call out if you need me.”

Dean nodded, as soon as she left he almost smacked you on your leg but he fell back into the chair with a huff. He sighed when he saw your eyes closed. “You stupid woman. Why would you do that? Why would you jump in front of me? It’s my job to take care of the ones I love most and I couldn’t stand it if you were to die because of me. You know why? Because I am crazy in love with you. You can’t die, not for me, I won’t let you.”

With a bowed head, Dean missed the tear that fell from your eye. You softly sniffled and turned away. “I don’t want to be your bacon.”

“What?”

“It’s from ‘iCarly’ Freddie saves Carly then Carly kisses Freddie and Sam tells Freddie about the time that Sam thought she was in love with a guy because he bought her Canadian bacon. Anyway, the point is, I don’t want to be your bacon or your Freddie. They thought they were in love with someone because they did something nice or saved their live.How do I know this just is out of pity?”

Dean didn’t know what to say at first. He had no idea what you were talking about until you explained it. Dean grabbed your left hand in his and rubbed his other one over your head before leaning forward, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m so glad to be home.” Of course, you weren’t exactly at your home, you were at the bunker but it was close enough and the boys wanted you in close proximity just as you were healing, just until you got better.

You took short steps. Any big ones you took hurt like hell, maybe you needed to be a little less reckless as Dean as said. (Multiple times in the hospital and many times on the way home.) Sam and Cas had made their own rounds in the hospital, continuously checking up on you to see what progress you had made when it came to stitches and wounds.

Sam had immediately offered you a hot beverage, one that you gratefully accepted. One that you missed so much. You had to admit you were a tea snob, and the hospital’s tea didn’t really come up to par with your standards. Castiel followed suit, tugging on a string that exploded confetti. He was still dumbfounded by this contraption and the confused look on his face made you smile even more. The party popper was definitely an idea to behold. He then went on to offer you your favourite dessert and every other dessert under the sun. It seemed he had a good time with baking whilst his angel juice was down.

Much to your surprise, Dean left your side as soon as you were seated. Maybe you were his bacon or his Freddie after all. Just someone who saved his life and when you were starting to heal, that was it. You were disappointed to say the least but really you couldn’t have expected anything from Dean anyway. Maybe some shut eye would help you. Surely, that was all you needed, more sleep. Sleep was the answer to everything these days.

Dean came into your room a few moments later, except he wasn’t empty handed, he was carrying a shoe box and a sandwich on a plate. “I thought you could use some actual food and not and not just dessert as soon as you come back. You must be hungry.”

He set the plate down on your nightstand and sat next to you on your bed. You had your eyes on the box, you noticed that it had your name on it, after a while he opened the lid and set it aside. “Here are my most valued possessions, ones that include the two of us. There’s photos-”

“Movie tickets? Theatre tickets?” You interrupted when you took a peek in the box. “That’s so cool. What are those pieces of paper?”

Dean was reluctant, he never planned to show you this box let alone the things inside. “I never wanted to show you this way, there could have been better circumstances but you just think you’re my bacon or my Freddie but you’re my Y/N.”

Dean left the box with you, kissing the top of your head and leaving you to read or look through all the things that he collected throughout the years.

I guess you weren’t his bacon after all.

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bluescripted · 4 years

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Darkness Among Us ( Part 1 )

Author Note: Hi! Thank you for reading this little drabble I made. This is something I’m going to be working on slowly alongside my Survivor Origin stories. Quick notice, this is an AU where the Legion don’t become killers and end up in the realm. This is simply them living their human lives and interacting with the world and each other.

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Darkness Among Us ( Part 1 ) : Frank Morrison

Gazing up to the sky, you truly see how insignificant and minuscule your life is. Though I suppose getting high only furthers the existential crisis. Sometimes it would feel like one day it was tolerable to just be alive, while others felt like the most excruciating pain to do the simple things.

Sure things like music and food could ease such pain, but sometimes it’s more than just scars that are left in your heart. There are things that drain your energy and make you wish that everything would just end. Not even the chilling air could cool the burning pains that keep me in a constant state of awareness.

As I inhaled my last ounce, I came to the conclusion that my life would never really amount to anything, and that I would live this simple and boring life. While I was out being a lonesome loser, my friends were at least trying to make it through school.

Unlike them, I couldn’t even try, it became too much and I was unable to keep my thoughts and words together. I became so overwhelmed that I lost sight of what really mattered to me.

Sitting on top of my red pick up truck, I stared up at the stars that I was so envious of. They were the ones that had the spotlight, the ones which radiated with so much light and shone through the darkness. Meanwhile, the path I’m on was currently paved in black abyss, dark and no vision of where and what will be the end.

I’d go back home, but that word was far too unfamiliar for me to classify anything like home. The next best thing would be to drive to Joey’s and spend the night there, it’s a weekend and his parents are never home. That’s the way he likes it.

This town put it simply, is far too ordinary. There are the occasional crime, the occasional death, and the occasional accident. But nothing truly bad ever happens here, no one from Ormond is successful. It’s as if we were born to be part of the data that shows how insignificant the lower classes are.

Ormond was far too quiet for such a populated city, it’s far from the standard households you typically see on television and magazines. This place was truly cold, even with the blinding rays of the sun, the warmth was never there.

It would never be my home.

Though I should have gone home, everything in my being was telling me not to. My foster family wasn’t exactly the kindest to me, even though they were the ones I had to rely on for most things.

Driving in Ormond was one of the few luxuries, opening up your windows you could take in the cool air, and it’s what helped me relax aside from getting high. Because we weren’t a relatively big population, there was little to no road traffic, so I could easily drive through the streets and outskirts in total peace.

The cool air was also one of the few things that could keep me from becoming a bonfire in rage, as it always seemed to grow as fast as a forest fire. Just picturing home pissed me off, this place was suffocating.

My therapist recommended that I join a sports team, and after I got into a fight after school, the coach for the basketball team picked me up. He said that I was quick, yet sturdy for my build, and thought I’d be great at both defense and offense. None of that stuff made sense to me, I just did what he told me to do.

In the end, it got me a varsity jacket, and my name wasn’t as tossed around between the players or classmates. This didn’t prevent outbursts when a teammate would screw me up, or a referee would make a bullshit call. At one point my anger boiled over and I lashed out against a referee during an official state game.

And just like that, I lost another place that someone tried to force me to fit into. While I acted like it didn’t bother me, it actually chipped away at my heart.

As I pulled into my driveway, my throat tightened and my palms began to sweat. Shifting my gear to reverse and pulling out, I drove off to where I could find an amount of sanctuary. Off into the edge of town, in the forest, was an abandoned house.

One day my crew and I decided that one day we would explore the entirety of Ormond. We happened upon this place by chance and luck, as it began to storm and it was raining heavy drops down on us. Joey broke down the door and to our surprise it was fully furnished.

Though it was dusty, you could mistake it for someone actually living there. As we dried off, we searched through the large two-story house, and to no avail, found no clues as to who had once lived here. However, there wasn’t any electricity, so we had to rely on candles and the fireplace for warmth and light.

I was irritated that our day had been ruined by mother nature, but Susie made sure to cheer me up and lighten my anger. She basically raided each bedroom in the house and stole the sheets and pillows.

With the assistance of Julie, they rearranged the room and made a fort-like structure with the living room couches and the bedding. I was hesitant to join them, but I didn’t have any say in the matter as I was pulled into it by Joey.

Susie then talked about her day and time at school, all the things she experienced, and how she felt. I knew that it made us three more relaxed to hear about her life, as we felt our time slipping away, yet she seemed to be trying to hold on to her youth. She looks up to me like a brother, and I can’t help but want to shower her with affection.

As I pulled into the driveway from the forest, I noticed that they were in fact all here. Though Joey and I were the only ones who could drive, Julie would take her bike almost anywhere, and it was leaning up against the garage door. Susie relied on us to be her personal drivers, but it made it more satisfying to be needed by someone else.

I knocked on the door and walked in, only to almost get run over as Joey and Julie were sledding down the stairs on a mattress. Having barely dodging with my life, I slumped down on the couch to rest my eyes.

“You all are fuckin crack heads you know?” I said face-first into a pillow.

Joey hovered above me from the back of the couch and pinched my right cheek playfully.

“Yeah, but you love us.” He laughed softly and though I wanted to detest I know I couldn’t. “Besides, you’re the one who’s high.”

Pushing his hand away, I sat up to show him my puffy red eyes. He sat down a seat over and patted his lap for me to lay in. Almost instinctively, I flopped down into his lap and looked up at him while he played with my hood.

“Well, it looks like someone was thinking too much again,” Julie said as she pulled out a cigarette. “You could have waited to get here before you smoked ya know, the cops won’t hesitate to pull anyone over.”

Julie lit her cigarette while leaning against the cracked window, making sure it didn’t get stuck in the house. Susie walked in from the kitchen with her backpack and bags in hand. She sat down on the floor below and rested between Joey’s legs while pulling out snacks and art she made to show us.

The rest of them seemed to be able to communicate with each other so easily, but I always had trouble getting my feeling across. However, I was content with just taking in their voices and laughs as they let go of their heavy burdens. Hearing their voices become soft and full of joy, but my heart at ease and really gave me a comfort that nothing else could.

I smiled softly, being unnoticed as my face was hidden in my hoodie and Joey’s clothes. And for just a moment, I felt that maybe I didn’t have to feel like a shitty extra who was just a waste of space. I didn’t need anyone else to make me feel complete, because I already had a family that held me together.

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skillniece03 · 3 years

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In recent years a more recent less invasive alternative called HIFU has actually given a much less intrusive alternative which has been shown to substantially lower the negative effects connected with standard therapies, such as urinary incontinence and also impotence.

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Why does my stomach look like it has cellulite?

Cellulite most definitely occurs when you gain weight — in women, it tends to be most noticeable in the areas where women are prone to gain the most weight (the stomach, thighs, and backside) — and when that body fat grows, it enlarges and pushes against the connective fibers under your skin.

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The nurse was charming yet no before pictures were taken ... so also if I did acquire a program, there's no chance of knowing it's functioned !! She told me that the therapy would certainly not firm my skin in any way despite the advert on wowcher claiming it would !! The treatment lasted half an hour, had not been specifically uneasy however I am not holding my breath for any outcomes. The exact same 'salesman' then attempted to offer me some lotion prior to I left. Too pushy as well as not enough expertise regarding their treatments or success prices. The therapy has actually been established with the same innovation that has been successfully utilized in non-surgical facelifts. Merely, this entails sending out multiple ultrasound beam of lights into the skin.

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Whumptober2020: Day 3 – Held At Gunpoint

Fandom: Psych (2006) Characters: Juliet O’Hara, Sam (from Psych: The Movie) Ships: Shawn/Juliet (Shules) Universe: Prologue to Please Stay (so far away) (singleparent!AU)

TW: CHARACTER DEATH, Blood, Gunshots

[Read on AO3 here.]

Pier 39 during the day was a bustling scene of families hoping to score some candy. During the night, the feeling it possessed was that of a ghost town, boarded up shops and darkened strings of bulbs. Tonight, the ghostly surroundings served as the grounds of pursuit between two of SFPD’s finest and an alleged jewellery thief (alleged only in the sense that they had little evidence to go off of). Personally, Juliet’s instincts grew sharper with each passing second on the pier; innocent men simply didn’t run like that.

Two sets of sneakers thundered over the wooden planks, and Juliet had to muse again over the man’s stupidity. Running deeper along the pier? Despite its near-maze-like standard of pathways, it was still a dead end. Looking at the cop in her periphery, she could tell Sam echoed her sentiments by his body language alone. After years on the San Francisco force together, they – like any competent partnership – learned how to read each other. It served for better execution on the job. Trust was nothing to take lightly, something Sam understood just as much as she.

“This pier doesn’t lead to any docked boats, right?” she huffed coarsely to the side, without taking her eyes off the path ahead.

“Think so?” he replied. “Why?”

Juliet spared a subtle glance at him, about to follow through with her reasoning, when it dawned on him.

“You think?” he said.

“If this guy’s smart enough to pull off elaborate heists, why would he run into a known dead end?”

“Getaway plan,” summarised Sam. He hefted his gun a couple degrees higher.

A figure on one of the spanning bridges caught her eye. She noticed it raise a shadowy arm, and with gut-based recognition yelled,

“Split!”

Sam dove one way, Juliet the other, and between them speeding from a crack of gunfire whizzed a bullet.

Forcing herself back to her feet, Juliet scrambled around the left of a shacked up store front. She was vaguely aware of her partner running around the other side as her path lifted into a ramp. With the only sources of illumination being each cop’s torch and the waning gibbous in the sky, Juliet summoned all her previous years of sensory intuition as she advanced to the shooter’s position.

“Freeze!” a gruff voice commanded.

“I think you stole my line,” Juliet smirked, training her gun and torch in the direction of the voice. She caught a crisp, white button-up haphazardly tucked into khakis before trailing the beam of light to the man’s face. “Drop your weapon.”

“Or what?” the man taunted, but his efforts were undercut by the severe squint he was making. “You know I have a gun.”

“You’re outnumbered,” Juliet pointed out.

But the thief replied wordlessly by lifting his gun and training it her direction.

“Judging by where your holding your flashlight,” he mused, “your heart should be right…” The gun’s barrel bobbed some before settling in line with her sternum. “There?” It wasn’t entirely accurate of an estimate, but considering all angles, the damage could very much be fatal. Juliet’s heart leapt against her will. If this night had been planned for, she would be safe within a bulletproof vest. Except, she had been out shopping. There were paper bags, stuffed with carbs and fibre and vitamin C, in the backseat of her Volkswagen to prove it. She hadn’t thought she’d need a vest tonight, not when she’d promised her daughter a bedtime story.

In her periphery flashed the light from Sam’s torch. There was no way she could call out to him, but he was already following a flight of stairs to their position. All she had to do was stall for another minute at most.

“Okay, you got me,” she played. “I do have just one question, though: why’d you run up here? It’s pretty much a dead end.”

“Wrong turn?” he supplied. Juliet could hear the shrug in his voice.

“A guy who can plan three jewellery heists in a few months and escape with little evidence doesn’t really seem like the type of person who’d stick themselves in a corner this easily,” she mused. “Does he?”

“You’re right,” the thief said, “that kind of man wouldn’t.”

In the span of three seconds, from the height of success to the pit of dismay, her heart fell. A set up, she groaned internally.

“Where?” she barked.

“Like I’d tell you,” the decoy huffed.

“Put the gun down.”

“Ladies first.”

“Not a chance.”

“Hey!” called Sam, several paces from the scene but at least now on the same level. “Do what my partner says.”

Juliet’s grip on her gun eased somewhat with the presence of back up. Together, like they always did, they’d take down this disobedient facade and get to work tracking down the real criminals.

“Cooperate and we can cut a deal,” she offered but with an authoritative air.

Sam planted himself a couple paces behind the man, gun trained on his turned back. The thief spared only a tilt of his head in acknowledgement of the second detective’s presence. For someone caught in the crossfire, he emoted minimal stress. His hands barely trembled, not even the one threatening Juliet’s life.

“It’s not a bad deal, man,” Sam pressed.

The corona of Juliet’s torch beam caught his raised brow, and while she couldn’t signal anything back in fear of the middle man catching on, she trusted that their minds were working around the same concept.

“Sorry,” the decoy said, and Juliet just caught his finger squeeze the trigger.

Two gun shots coalesced into an earsplitting bang. The man’s knees thudded against the bridge planks, and his torso teetered before collapsing in Juliet’s direction. She tried to jump back in avoidance of his head, but her legs would not respond. Blood swelled over the once-pure white of his shirt.

A sharp burning dragged her gaze further down until her eyes rested on her grey sweater. A tuned gasp ripped from her throat.

Normally, seeing blood wasn’t an issue. In addition to her experience in the field, part of her time at the academy was in first aid. Yet seeing a stain of red spread across the fabric of her favourite shirt – so much so soon – made her sway where she stood.

Sam was immediately at her side, gun and torch dropped, gripping her shoulders. She sank to her knees anyway, guided safety by her partner’s strength.

A hand hovering over the wound, she muttered, “I think I need medical attention.”

“You think?” replied Sam with his signature dryness. “Hang in there, J, I’ll call. Hang on.”

There was scuffling against wood to be heard and soon the beginnings of a winded conversation, but Juliet barely paid attention to what was being said into the phone. She flattened a palm against her gut while feeling around the space with her other hand. Letting out a grunt, she heaved herself properly onto the floor and settled into a semi-comfortable sitting position, her back against one of the railing’s posts.

Each breath she attempted felt like a steamboat weighing on her lungs. Shallower breaths hurt less, so she opted for more of those to split the difference.

A warm presence crouched by her right again. A beam of light passed up and down her body before concentrating on the bloody mess beneath her fingers.

“Dammit, Juliet, why couldn’t you have gotten shot somewhere like your leg?” snarked Sam, voice shaking in either humour, dread, or both.

“I’ll try harder next time,” she chuckled back only to wince at her core’s movement.

“Help’s five minute’s away,” he informed. “We just gotta keep pressure on the wound until then.”

Juliet coughed before she could respond. She ended up just nodding instead of answering.

“Hang in there.”

“You said that already,” she pointed out, her voice growing raspy.

“I think it still applies here.”

Managing a hum and a little smile, Juliet shifted her fingers over the bullet hole. The pain was excruciating, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to make any sound above a grunt.

“How’s it feel?”

“Like a vacation,” she lied, although her sarcasm didn’t land as well as it usually did. Her brain was growing woozier with each second.

“That bad, huh,” he said, and within seconds she gave him the stickiest glare she could manage. “I know, dumb question, right?”

“S’okay.” She lifted her hand from the wound to grab at… something, anything. She was slipping away from the floor with every blink.

Her mind flew across town. She jerked forward, panic inciting another round of adrenaline. “Shawn… I need– I have to–!” She let out a shriek; the skin around her bullet hole tore with the strain.

“Whoa, Juliet! Stay– I call him, too! Just sit, okay?!” With the help of gravity and Sam’s guiding hands, she slipped backwards against the post. Her hand was pushed back down to her midriff and secured. The grip was comforting, but it felt wrong in too many ways for her to enjoy its little solace. She wanted Shawn’s hand.

“I’m... tired?”

She could barely hear her own voice.

“J, seriously needing you to hang on, right now! They should be here anytime.”

All Juliet could do was shake her head, yet events she did so, the sensation felt a million miles away. Someone else was shaking their head. Someone else was bleeding out on Pier 39. Meanwhile, she was fine, she was safe, she was wrapped up in a green snuggie and nestled in the arms of her lover. The torchlight was growing fainter, but her next breath came a little easier. Good night, she thought with a little smile, knowing that in the morning, she’d wake up to cuddles and sunshine.

Wouldn’t that be nice.

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Written for @whumptober2020.

#whump #whumptober2020 #juliet o'hara #psych #tw: blood #tw: guns #juliet's partner sam #psych: the movie #lilly's whump #fanfiction #writing #whumptober day 3 #held at gunpoint #lilly's writing #shules #tw: character death #tw: death

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flightfoot · 5 years

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Commodury

So this sprang from a conversation I’ve been having with @naehja about some possibilities for the Hermes-is-captured theory. Hope you like this take on it! I dunno whether I’ll continue it or not. Depends on whether I have ideas.

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We were cornered. Again.

I was getting REALLY tired of this.

Seriously, I know Commodus hates me and is bent on destroying me in the most excruciating way possible, but does he HAVE to do the stadium thing again?

At least this time it’s not just me and Meg.

Reyna and Hazel stood ready, glaring at Commodus.

Meg looked vaguely bored, as unafraid as ever.

I raised my bow, attempting not to let it shake too much.

I wasn’t sure how much help I’d be - I’d practiced a lot at Camp Jupiter, but I doubted my archery skill would ever be up to my godly standards, no matter how much I tried - but at least I could contribute SOMETHING.

Commodus merely smirked. It seemed that my little stunt back in Indianapolis hadn’t managed to blind him - not completely. Though I DID notice that the stadium this time was a LOT brighter than the one he’d used before.

“You going to fight yourself, Commodus?” I yelled up at him. “Or are you going to hide behind your minions?”

He smiled wider.

My blood ran cold.

Commodus HATED being taunted, being thought of as weak. For him to not only NOT take the bait, but to seem to enjoy it, to have been waiting for it...

“Oh no, I’m not going to fight you personally this time,” he purred. It sent shivers down my spine. I remembered how he used to talk to me in that tone of voice, how he used to whisper sweet nothings into my ears. Hearing him use it now, in these circumstances, was infinitely scary than his loudest, most deranged screaming.

“Oh Commodury~ be a dear and kill these four. As painfully as possible.”

Commodury? I felt sorry for whatever creature he’d named that... that monstrosity.

Almost, except for the fact that whatever it was would be trying to kill us in a few moments.

I tensed. I could handle this. I COULD. Whatever Commodus pitted at us, it couldn’t be worse than what I’d faced so far... right?

A person flew in.

But not a human.

Nor a demigod.

No, this person was nearly twenty feet tall.

He exuded an aura of power - one I knew well.

My bow clattered to the floor.

I barely noticed.

“Mercury...?”

Commodus laughed, an ugly, raucous noise that tore at my ears.

“Oh no. Not anymore. He’s MINE now. He won’t respond to that name anymore. He is - and as far as he knows - as far as he’s aware of ANYTHING - he always was, and always will be, nothing but Commodury. Isn’t that right, dear?”

He directed that last comment at Mercury.

“That is correct, Master,” my little brother replied tonelessly.

I searched his eyes, looking for any hint of recognition, of his trademark mischief. Surely... surely at any moment his mouth would twist into a smirk. He’d turn to Commodus and blast him, taunting him for thinking he could contain a god. He’d laugh at how he’d actually believed that the God of Trickery could REALLY be controlled so easily.

But as I watched him, I grew more and more convinced that this was no trick.

My little brother was Commodus’s slave.

No... it was worse than that.

At least slaves had freedom of thought.

I wasn’t sure whether my little brother was even still conscious.

Could he even be CALLED my little brother, with everything that made him... well, HIM, stripped from him?

No, no, I COULDN’T think like that. I WOULD save him. I had to.

I’d failed one brother. I wouldn’t fail another.

“How perfect,” Commodus hissed. “Do you know what it feels like to be killed by someone you loved? To be killed by someone you thought would never harm you. Do you know how it FEELS?!”

He screamed the last sentence, veins bulging as his composure finally broke.

He sat back, panting. He plastered a grin back on his face. “Oh, and if he ever DOES manage to get free, he’ll have to live with the knowledge that he killed you himself. And YOU’LL... well I guess you won’t really be around anymore, now will you?”

I just continued staring at Mercury. Or... what was left of him, at least.

Names have power. That’s especially true for a god.

For him to respond to Commodury, but not to Mercury...

Bile rose up in my throat.

Commodus wasn’t just calling him ‘Commodury’ to get a rise out of me.

He had CLAIMED him. Branded him. Stripped my brother of his own identity and substituted it with his own.

Even his ESSENCE would have to be under his control...

Wait.

His essence was under Commodus’s control.

My brother was the god of Communication. He kept everything running smoothly.

But he could also BLOCK communications.

Emails, phone calls, texts, Iris messages, none of them had been able to get through between people on the Greco-roman demigod side for MONTHS.

But the Emperors and their forces could communicate perfectly well.

“So that’s why...” I murmured, my eyes wide.

My little brother had been captive for MONTHS, going through whatever the Emperors had used to do... THIS to him.

And I hadn’t known. I hadn’t had a clue.

Of COURSE my brother would never let communications be disrupted like this under normal circumstances. Of COURSE not.

But I hadn’t figured it out. I’d been so caught up in my own misery, I hadn’t thought for a second that one of my divine siblings could be going through something worse.

GOD I was an idiot.

Commodus frowned. “Commodury. Kill them. NOW.”

I jolted. He’d ordered my brother (I REFUSED to refer to him as Commodury) to kill us nearly a full minute ago.

Yet he hadn’t moved.

Maybe there was some hope after all.

But for now, I needed to RUN.

Because while he hadn’t moved before, he was certainly moving now.

Though not as fast as I knew he could...

“Meg! Try to slow him down!” Reyna ordered. “Hazel, try to misdirect him! Apollo...”

She looked over at me. I’d foregone my bow and taken out my ukulele instead.

She seemed a little puzzled, but didn’t waste time trying to figure out what I was doing.

Reyna parried Hermes’s sword strikes, buying the rest of us time. I only prayed that this didn’t turn out like the last time a demigod had tried to buy time so we could get away.

I strummed my ukulele and started to sing.

I sang of the mischievous Hermes, how he’d snuck out within hours of being born to steal cattle. How he’d defied authority and broken the rules.

His attacks faltered slightly as I saw a faint glimmer of awareness appear in his eyes.

“YOU USELESS IDIOT! YOU INCOMPETENT EXCUSE FOR A GOD! KILL THEM!” Commodus screamed. It had no effect.

I sang of Hermes’s cleverness, of him having my cattle walk BACKWARDS to lead me astray. I sang of his inventiveness when he found a tortoise, hollowed out the shell and stretched cow sinew across it, making the first lyre. I sang of our friendship, as he exchanged his lyre for my caduceus.

My brother’s attacks stopped. Commodus continued screaming but none of us cared.

“Apollo...?” he whispered. “You’re here...”

“Mercury! Hermes!” I shouted.

He stared at me a moment.

Commodus snarled.

“YOU. ARE. MINE.”

My brother doubled over, clutching his head.

I started running towards him. Reyna caught my arm.

“Leave...” my brother forced out. “Leave... please. I... can’t.... hold him off... much longer....”

“Brother...”

“GO!” he screamed.

Reyna pulled on my arm, tugging me to the stadium wall.

A wall of trees exploded from the ground, destroying the wall.

Meg had used her time well.

I glanced back at my brother. His headache seemed to be gone. Normally I’d be happy he wasn’t in pain anymore, but with how his expression had gone blank... well, he wasn’t really my brother right now.

“Won’t he just follow us?” I asked Reyna. He might not be up to full speed right now, but Mercury was still QUITE fast.

She smirked. “Oh, sure. But which ‘us’?”

I glanced around. Dozens of groups of myself, Meg, Reyna, and Hazel ran off in different directions.

I whistled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think Hazel was Hecate’s daughter, instead of just one of her practitioners.”

Reyna smiled. “She’s been practicing.”

We met up with the real Meg and Hazel moments later, all of us running as fast as our legs could take us.

After a few minutes we managed to get back to the car. I hopped into the driver’s seat and floored it, heading back to camp as quickly as I could take us, relying on Hazel’s mist abilities to keep any cops from going after us for breaking the speed limit.

We walked into camp. I found a corner and sank down.

My little brother was Commodus’s mind-controlled slave. He’d been through worse horrors than I had these past few months.

And I hadn’t been able to save him.

“Hey.”

I looked up.

Meg stood in front of me, presenting me with a plate of bacon. “Here.”

I broke into laughter.

It was just so... domestic. So normal.

I took a strip.

She sat down next to me. “We’ll save him, you know.”

“How can you believe that?” I asked her. “We have no idea how they enslaved him. We barely managed to get away with our lives.”

“He didn’t want to fight. I know he didn’t. You got through to him.”

I gave a quick bark of laughter. “Oh sure, but it didn’t last.”

Meg shook her head. “I think it did. Not all the way, but...”

She stood up, staring into the distance.

“I... I didn’t turn against Nero immediately, either. I went back to him. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About what we’d experienced together. And I broke free.”

She looked me in the eyes. “If you could help me break free, then you’l be able to help your brother too.”

I stared at her, stunned. She hardly EVER talked about her past if she could avoid it. And her...betrayal? Never.

But here she was, talking about her past. Talking about it for me.

I pulled her into a hug.

She seemed startled, but then relaxed.

I sobbed into her shoulder, letting it all out. Sobbing for my brother.

Then I wiped my tears and stood up.

“Let’s go save my brother,” I declared.

She nodded, a fire in her eyes.

Together we walked to Reyna’s tent to make a plan.

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circuscarnage · 5 years

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Self indulgent fic

I finally completed part two, and it’s even longer than part one. Let’s just say, i was feeling angsty. Hope you enjoy.

Hunting grounds:

Part 2/2

Today was not a good day. First of all, Vil had the audacity to not only refuse my newest potion, but to insult it as well. I crafted that with the single intent of quelling our dorm leaders sour mood, yet it only seemed to increase it. He had another one of his fits. The last brewing session ended up ruining his perfect glass vials. He was angry. No amount of makeup could ever hide his expression.

I was able to catch him before he left, calling out and bringing my creation over, directing the attention of others. He took one look at the potion before waving his hand and telling me to dispose of it immediately. He embarrassed me in front of the entire dorm. There were slight snickers heard in the air as he left.

I brewed that especially for him. Making sure to pay excruciating detail to his favourite ingredients. But I stood there with a pleasant smile on my face, praising Vil for his everlasting wisdom, before carelessly chucking it in the bin. It pained me to put aside my pride for Vil, but if I caused a scene over something like that it would fabricate deadly rumours. And then there was him. That damned man. Even thinking about him make me want to scream. He saw me sitting alone and came over, attempting to talk to me.

He tried again. Tried to get through to me. Using the same manipulation tactics as he always did. He had the other students wrapped around his gloved finger, entranced by his false sense of security. But not me. I saw right through that moral guise. Attempting to mask himself as a so-called father figure to all students so he could get under their skin and learn their secrets. I've lost count of the amount of times he's tried to learn mine.

When the sound of footsteps echoed through the forest I snapped out of my trance and ducked behind a nearby tree, peeking out to see whoever wondered in. Casually strolling through the greenery was the same girl who I grew to admire.

Not today.

On any other day I would have jumped at the opportunity to continue our game, but today I wasn't in the mood. I watched as she searched through the trees, sneaking around, looking for possible routes to take when we eventually started. Her excited smile never fading as she continued to lurk through the underbrush. I'll admit, seeing her delighted form almost made me forget my own dread, as I too was infected with an odd sensation of enchantment. Maybe I should continue.

Maybe I shouldn't.

No. This would be the perfect distraction. This was what I needed right now. Some good hunting would surely soothe my worries. The exhilarating feeling I got from our game would overcome the negativity I was feeling, and I would be able to get back to Night Raven before nightfall.

Hidden behind a small shrub, I loaded my arrow into the bow, making sure to pick my favourite, and fired. My excitement faltered as I realised I had missed by a mile. She turned around suddenly, surprised by the distance of the arrow. Instead of taking off in a mad dash as she usually would, a slight smirk started to creep on her face. Her mind seemed to rush with possibilities, calculating her next move.

"What's up, Rook?" She questioned into the void. There was something in the tone of her voice that made my grip on my bow tighten. A playful yet malicious undertone was present in her words. She was mocking me. I stayed hidden, not wanting her to see the sour look of disappointment of my face. It was such an easy shot, she was walking so slow she was practically standing still. It was embarrassing to have missed from this range. She had picked up on my lack on concentration, but in the worse way possible. "I thought you were better than this!" She gestured at the fallen arrow, even going over to it and plucking it from the ground.

Shut up.

Hearing those words made my blood curdle. I had moved past the stage of missing my targets. My years of rigours training had established I was the best. There was no way I was going to be undermined by a mere student. I quickly loaded my bow again, feeling an overwhelming sensation of disgust as I took aim. I fired quickly, not even bothering to check my surroundings. The arrow only just managed to miss her. It brushed past her waistcoat, causing a small tear in the grey fabric. There was a pause before she let out a shaky breath, stunned with fear. Her hands clasped together, beads of sweat staring to take form. There was a scene of danger in the air, something both of us felt. She fled.

The exhilarating feeling had already taken over my form, making my blood pump with electric excitement. This is what a hunter lived for. Catching your prey off guard and making them fearful, afraid of your next move. Cunning and unpredictable. I couldn't help but love the undertone of fear. Even so, I still wasn't up to my normal standard. No matter how many times I fired, my arrow would never hit the mark I wanted it too. It was either too far or too close, never perfect, making me uneasy.

My breath was ragged and uneven as I took aim again. Keep it together! If I fired in this state then someone would...

I shook those thoughts from my head. Now was not the time to be doubting myself! I needed to focus. Just breathe, Rook. Just Breathe. I took a deep breath in, closing my eyes in the process. I imagined myself in the woods alone. I imagined the slight breeze stroking my hair gently. I imagined the fresh trees swaying to the rhythm of the wind. I imagined the birds chirping, water flowing, and animals scurrying around as they took cover. My breathing started to settle down as my mind relaxed a bit. Everything was quiet and peaceful, until I was interrupted by someone calling my name.

"Rook?"

My grip on the arrow loosened.

A stomach curdling scream pieced the air. I could practically feel the birds flee from their trees. My eyes shot open. What the hell happened? I blinked once, twice, three times, trying desperately to process what was going on. Without realising it my hand started to grasp at the air, as if feeling around for something. That's when I noticed it. My arrow missing from the bow.

Frantically I searched around, praying to god no one was hurt. That was wishful thinking though, as I knew a scream like that could only mean one thing. I found myself rising to my feet, raising above the overgrown bush. My eyes searched the forest, looking frantically around for anything that would resemble another person. My breath hitched as my eyes landed at the sight before me.

I saw her on the ground, with an arrow protruding from her side.

Oh. Fuck.

I instantly threw down my bow and ran over to her immobile form. Her screams of pain only growing louder as I approached. It was horrifying. Deep red splattered against the vibrant ground, creating a sick picture. Fresh warm blood spilling out from the cut, seeping into the fabric. I slid one hand under her back, propping her up to face me. Her hand gripped my sleeve, threatening to tear it straight off. Crimson liquid started to stain my violet robe as her fingers dug deeper into the silk. I was petrified, watching her with such a wounded expression. Eyes watering and cries of pain growing numb.

I was torn between calling for help and ripping the arrow out myself.

Through gritted teeth she tried to mumble out a few words, but they turned into painful sobs upon speaking. My gloved hand found its way to her cheek, wiping away the stray tears, the leather absorbing the hot water. She finally managed to speak, between pained gasps of air and hushed cries.

"Head... Master..."

No. No, he wasn't getting involved. I started to panic, weighing my options. My knowledge on healing spells was minimal, and the bleeding was becoming more drastic by the second. I wasn't in the right mindset to even attempt making a potion, and we were too far away from the collage to walk back. I had no choice. Not knowing what else to do, I called out his name. Screaming it with the acidic note of spite. My throat aching.

He appeared in seconds, watching as I cradled her damaged body close to mine. Even though his mask covered most of his face, there was no hiding the worried expression he held. Slowly he keeled to our level, staring intently at the scene. There was something about his stance that was off putting. It was like he was extending his time to take it in, not truly believing what he was seeing. I felt like I had seen this before. the look of frail disappointment. Almost identical to a child breaking a parents favourite collectable. Gingerly he outstretched his arms towards us, threatening to take her away. I couldn't help but tighten my grip. I knew he would be able to help, but hadn't my pride been damaged enough?

For a split second I could see the look in his eyes. Coloured orbs pleaded with my own, begging me to let go. My own eyes were glassy, tears threatening to break free any second. In a moment of weakness he was able to snatch her from my arms. He cradled her close to his chest, much like a father to a young child. He stood up carefully. Never breaking eye contact even as he stepped backwards. Before he vanished into thin air, a small smile littered his face. He was aware how painful this was for me, making it clear his intentions were clean. He knew more about me then I initially thought. And for that, I hated him.

"Thank you, Rook."

I was left alone in the woods again. Hands bloodied, body shaking, and heart aching.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #self insert #rook hunt #I hope I wrote his character right we still don't know much so it's hard to tell

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rosellasans · 4 years

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Definitely Okay With This

Summary: Sans set his brother up on a blind date with his friend.

Ballet/Dance AU

Pairing: Cinnamon Roses - Papyrus/Rose; hint of Kustard

Rated T

“Huh? A blind date?” Papyrus was in the dressing room. His brother visited him and proposed such a thing. Which was rare and unexpected. So Papyrus was skeptical.

“Yeah, bro. I figured, since you were dedicating yourself to your a lot, I could introduce you to a friend of mine. He’s also in the ballet business.”

“Oh?” That’s a surprise. “Guess I could give it a shot.” It doesn’t hurt. And since his brother approved this person enough to introduce them, he was also curious.

“Great. I’ll give him a call. How does the See You Latte Cafe sound?”

“Terrible.” Sans chuckled as Papyrus groaned. “Why would they get such an atrocious name for a perfectly good cafe.”

Sans shrugged. “Dun know, bro. I think it’s brew—” “Don’t” “—tiful.”

“Uuurgghhhh.” Of course.

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Papyrus dressed impeccably. A far cry to his old dating outfit. His brother told him he’d come a long way, but Papyrus couldn’t help but wonder what Sans’s expression would be like if he told him he was joking all that time?

Regardless, a light blue collared shirt, a pair of light beige pants, brown moccasins, watch and shades, and he was good to go. Oh! He made sure he didn’t forget his wallet and keys before leaving the house and taking his car to head to the cafe.

It didn’t take long for him to reach his destination, parking the car in the lot as he heads inside. Sans told him that his blind date would be wearing a dark orange sweater shirt and black pants.

Ah. Papyrus spotted his date. They also had shades, set on the table by the small leather bag, and a watch on them. It was a skeleton monster like him … with an obvious difference. The other’s ectobody was out from those hills under their sweater shirt and how those pants were filled out.

Oh. He was staring. How uncouth. He should go and introduce himself already.

Papyrus walked up to his date with an amiable smile. “Hello! Did I keep you long?”

The skeleton smiled back, making Papyrus notice how similar he was to Red and Fell. Sharp teeth. “Not at all. I just came not too long ago.”

“That’s a relief.” Papyrus sat across the monster. “It’s honestly a surprise to me that my brother was actually meticulous with time. For once.” His date chuckled. Always a good sign. “Say, if you don’t mind me askin’.”

“How I know Sans?”

“It’s rather rare for him to introduce his friends to me as potential dating partners.”

“My, I’m flattered by the high standards.”

“Oh! That’s not what I—”

“Relax, relax. I know what ya mean.” The other grinned. “And I suppose it’s because I work in the dance industry. Heard you do too. Sans and I met at a dance club with his other friends. They were actually getting into some fight. The owner of the club was someone I knew, so in order to stop the whole thing from getting worse, I had to interfere.”

“Wowie! What happened?” Sans certainly hasn’t told him of such a thing! This is news to him.

“Well, the rowdy crowd wasn’t settling down through talking, so I took ‘em outside and beat them up… Oh! But I made sure to hold back. I didn’t want to risk injuring anything cuz I had a rehearsal the day after.”

“Fair point.” Papyrus nodded in agreement. It was a good surprise that his date had good combat abilities along with dancing. It was admirable. “Pardon the late introduction. My name is Papyrus.”

“I’m Rosella, but Rose is preferred.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Papyrus winked.

Rose chuckled, “Pleasure is all mine~” He winked, flirting back. And Papyrus was definitely okay with that.

Chatting over tea, and baked goods, Papyrus didn’t mind how flirty and maybe even raunchy Rose could get to his surprise. They also worked in the ballet industry with Rose taking the ballerina roles, and Papyrus taking the danseur. They could work on doing a duet together in the future if everything goes well.

They walked around town afterwards, bantering back and forth, arguing and defending their opinions towards various topics, and were still open to accepting concepts for debate.

“No, but you know werewolves in those movies transform after being bitten or scratched, hence ‘infected’?” Rose questioned, looking through a rack of clothes. They were window shopping.

“Right.” That was certainly the case. Papyrus picked out a shirt and showed to Rose. The latter chuckled at what it said. ‘:): You decide’ It was simple and smart. Back to the rack it goes.

“If they give birth, would it still be human?”

“Hmm. I would believe so. They only shift in full moon. Or shift whenever they according to that other movie.”

“Ah ah ah.” Rose wiggled his finger. “But isn’t there an original? If that’s the case, won’t they give birth to puppies then?”

… Huh.

“Sooooooooo~” Rose grinned. “Is it still human? Or puppies?”

Goodness! “More research would be needed!”

“Mhm.” Rose smiled brightly. “I agree.”

Papyrus had never been so happy to agree to this blind date. He found himself already planning another date with Rose with how much fun he was having. It was already becoming late, so they headed back to the car, and Papyrus drove Rose home.

“Thanks for today. I had a great time.”

Papyrus felt the same way. “Me too. I was, um, actually wondering when you’re free.”

“Freedom,” Rose said seriously, dramatically. “Is life’s great lie.”

Papyrus followed in a beat. “Once you accept that,” he took off his shades. “In your heart, you will know peace.”

“I’m free next weekend.”

“I am too. So movies?”

Rose leaned over for a peck on the cheek. “Movies.”

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Assemblé. Grande Jeté. Pirouette. Croisé. Plié.

The danseur and the ballerina never missed the rhythm. The emotion and grace with each movement. The audience couldn’t look away.

Even though Romeo and Juliet was a famous piece, done over and over, the tragic and sweet love of youth was projected, captivating and moving people to tears.

As sweat trailed down from Papyrus’ jaw from the intensity of the finished performance, it looked like he bore tears of agony and excruciating pain at the loss of his love. Following after death.

Rose performed a solo. With the death of his partner, bore a mournful express. It seemed that he was brought to tears at the end of their love. And only when he soon followed after, there was peace.

The crowd cheered loudly, giving a standing ovation as the curtain closed.

And all the dancers went on stage to make one big bow.

The performance was a success.

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“Great performance, bro. It was a real—” “Don’t” “—tear-jerker.”

“Uuuuugghhhhh.”

Rose entered the dressing room, chuckling after hearing the pun. “Sounds like you’re—” “Don’t” “—crying out loud.”

“Why must you also make me suffer?”

“Wife privileges.” Rose quipped.

“Brother privileges.” Sans added.

And their responses made Papyrus groan some more. “Insufferable!”

“Yeah, but you love us~!” Rose went to wrap his arms around his husband’s waist from behind.

“Unfortunately.”

“Heh. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. Else my own husband will come barking mad at me for disappearing again.”

“Tell Red I said try out the dildoes I gave him to practice deepthroating on.”

Sans turned blue while Papyrus coughed. Crude as always.

“H-Heh. Will do.” And he was gone.

“... They’re so gonna fuck.”

“A big possibility. But that’s none of our business.”

“Hehe~ I’m too lazy to argue with that.”

Papyrus swivelled around to face Rose, pulling him to an embrace.”Great work out there, love.”

“Mmm.” Rose snuggled to Papyrus. “Thanks, you too. Your jumps were very—”

Papyrus put a finger on Rose’s mouth. “No no. I’ve had quite enough today. If you make any more. I’m not baking you any cream puffs—” Rose gasped. “—for a week.” Rose gasped louder. Honestly, his wife loved cream puffs too much. It surprised Papyrus early in their relationship by how much. It was scary.

Where does it even go anyway … Ah. His question was answered when he looked down at the soft pillows against him. Right. It goes there.

“Okay, no more puns.” Rose immediately conceded. His life was on the line. The things he’d do for cream puffs. “On another topic, where are we going to celebrate our 4th anniversary?”

“We’ll see what resorts we can book for that month.” Their work was finished, so they were using their vacation days for one month trip.

“Hehe~ Rather excited on the fun things we could do.”

“Must you always have sex in mind?”

“Yes. It’s mandatory. Who am I, without sex.”

Papyrus snorted. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’m lucky that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me.” The glint of their silver rings shone under the lights.

It caught Papyrus off-guard to hear something sincere from Rose. His heart softened and warmed, holding his dearest tight. “And I never regretted it.” It was uncommon near to rare to see Rose blushing and being endearing. And it was all only for Papyrus to see.

He was definitely okay with that.

#cinnamon roses #rosella sans #ut!papyrus

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linerwriter · 5 years

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A Bang and a Flash

Hello~ This is my first post ever on this site. I’ve recently been very invested in the Linked Universe AU by @jojo56830. If you haven’t seen it, I would highly suggest you check it out.

I was inspired by the idea of how the Links met because I don’t believe it’s been addressed yet. Then, my mind wandered the rabbit hole of possible situations for when they met Wild, and this was born. If you have any suggestions to make it better, or find an inconsistency, don’t be afraid to tell me. I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1633. Unbetaed.

It started with a bang and a flash of light.

They don’t know why they were brought together. It could’ve been fate, it could’ve been that darn shadow that seemed to haunt them. What they do know, however, is that they are all quite… similar. Not in the way that they talked, or walked, or even how they moved. No, they were similar because of their souls.

Indeed, this group of eight is made up of heroes, of a specific land. This land is, in fact, called Hyrule, and for reasons unknown (except for one), the land goes through trouble every once in a while. No big deal, just a creature wanting the most ultimate power in the land. Fairy tales, right? Oho, they wished.

Their names were Time, Twilight, Sky, Wind, Warriors, Legend, Hyrule, and Four. These weren’t their actual names, they were nicknames meant to differentiate each other. Of course,they didn’t know each other prior to their meeting. Some of them knew of one another from legends passed down, but they had never met each other. And yet, they recognized each other. It was like they born as the same person, so intense was the feeling of family that they all felt.

And so they traveled. They traveled far and wide, through all the different Hyrules, never knowing what to expect. Eventually, they figured out the pattern: spend a couple months in one time, then jump to the next one. It was always when they were sleeping as well, so they didn’t know what to expect when the world suddenly went topsy-turvy.

It dropped them in the middle of somewhere. It was vast, the grass a fairer green than any of the prior places. It was vaguely familiar to them, almost like they were meeting an old friend they hadn’t seen in a long time. As they twisted and turned, picking apart their new environment, they noticed things. Things that were out of place.

“Hey Twi?” Warriors spoke up quietly, “This look weird to you?”

The man in fur nodded. “Yeah,” he answered, “It’s cloudy.”

Indeed it was.

To regular people, this wouldn’t have bothered them. It was a little dark, enough to darken the sun or disturb their morning. To these heroes, though, dark clouds meant something different. They meant something bad. They didn’t always know what was bad, just that something was wrong.

Suddenly, their youngest gasped. “Look over there!” Wind pointed off toward a castle in the distance. As one, the group swiveled their heads in that direction. “Is that the source?”

Time frowned, “I suppose so.” He turned toward everyone, “Let’s get going, shall we?”

The Links nodded their heads and took off toward the castle. Whatever was there was surely the reason for this ominous weather pattern.

As they approached the building, a flash (much like the one that brought them here) appeared. It was so bright that everyone was forced to bring a hand toward their eyes to shield themselves. Finally, as the light died down, they looked up, only to see- a demon pig?

Legend squinted. “You guys are seeing that too, right?”

A chorus of agreements rose up. Legend sighed, “And I thought we were done with this hero business.” He started to walk toward the castle, only to be stopped a golden barrier.

Do not go any further.

Sky’s eyes widened. He recognized that voice. It had been a long time since he had heard it, but it’s tone had been so ingrained in his memory that he could never forget it.

Time’s eyes, on the other hand, narrowed. “Why can’t we?”

This is not your battle to fight.

Murmurs rose up from the party at that. “What do you mean it’s not our battle to fight? We were literally born for this!” Wind said stubbornly.

This is one battle you are not meant to fight in.

“Hey guys,” Hyrule spoke up, “Look around.”

Everyone looked around. Now that they weren’t disoriented from the trip, they could fully comprehend the landscape. And boy, did it surprise them.

That feeling from earlier, of semi-familiarity, came back full force. They didn’t notice how old and decrepit the buildings were. They didn’t notice how, for miles, there wasn’t one flourishing settlement. They didn’t notice the wildflowers growing haphazardly, as if the wild had taken a breath and let them be free.

It was scary, how different this Hyrule was. All of the ones from the past were big, yes, but you could see everything just fine. This one, though? All they saw for miles and miles, was green. Just green.

“Who’s time is this?” Four rose a hand to his mouth shakily, “Are they the one currently fighting?”

Yes.

The voice piped up again. Twilight stomped toward the barrier, “How much do you know,” he growled.

I know enough.

“Then tell us.” Time said calmly. And so the voice did.

By the time the voice had ended their story, the fight had long been over. So enraptured were they in the tale, however, the Links didn’t notice until it was almost too late. And by too late, they meant their heads being chopped off.

When the newcomers finally settled down, Twilight was able to get a good look at the person meant to be his protege. What he saw surprised him a good deal. For one, he looked a lot more wild than he expected, with his straw blonde hair being of incredible length and braided. His blue eyes held a nearly crazed look in them, ready to bolt if things went south. For another, his clothing was radically different than most of theirs. He wore a bright blue tunic with white stitching around the edges, tan pants, and plain brown boots. The weirdest things were his accessories; he wore a navy blue cloak with an intricate diamond pattern on the back in grey and brown, and a diamond circlet adorned on his head. Whether the circlet was for actual protection or a fashion statement, Twilight didn’t know.

“That’s our story,” Twilight was brought back to the discussion by Time’s voice, “Now, what do you say?”

The current hero simply stared at them. It freaked Twilight out a little, if he was being honest, almost like he was a piece of glass being scrutinized. This went on for several seconds as the Links (minus the one in blue) waited for their (hopefully) newest member. Finally, after the silence stretched for unbearably long, the young adult toward his other companion, the current Zelda.

She looked a little worse for wear, even by Twilight’s standards. Her golden hair that he was sure shined in the sun was dirty and matted, as if she hadn’t showered in a hundred years. Like her hair, her dress was in a similar state: a once brilliant white was stained beyond belief, and ripped to shreds. Her petite body clung to her knight, who was only a few inches taller than her, but the thing that made Twilight consider her a lot more was her blue-green eyes.

They showed an intelligence that exceeded even his Zelda’s. And no, he wasn’t dissing the other’s Zeldas, they were smart as well (being the holder of the Triforce of Wisdom, after all), but their eyes didn’t hold the experience of excruciating pain and loss. These… children, for that was what they were, had been forced to grow up too fast to face a destiny they weren’t prepared for.

Twilight didn’t know their situation. He didn’t know their personality, or what they loved to eat and drink. The voice tried to tell as much as they could, but they were blocked- maybe by the restrictions of time or the Goddess herself- from a majority of it. What he did know, though, was the fierce desire to protect these too-old children from the dangers of the world.

“Link,” the princess spoke quietly, “I think you should go with them.”

Twilight saw how the boy’s ears flicked up and his eyes widened. The boy blinked, sharing a silent conversation not meant to be heard by anyone. Once again, the princess voiced her affirmation and put her hands on the boy’s hands.

“I will be perfectly fine,” Twilight heard the words exchanged from the girl, “But if there’s anything that could potentially ruin my world further, you need to stop it, Link.”

Twilight saw the look Link sent her from a mile away, “I can’t hear her anymore, Link. She’s gone, thrust out of my body as if she merely borrowed it. But perhaps that’s better, for me and for you. No more relying on prophecies. No more relying on the gods.” Zelda said tearfully, “If there’s one thing I can rely on, it’s you always wanting to help people. You may not remember everything- and that’s fine- but please, do this for our home.”

Slowly, surely, the hooded boy shook his head in resignation. He looked up, saying, “I will do it. For you.”

Zelda bowed her head, smiling, “That is all I can ask for.”

Suddenly, Time looked up, eyes flicking everywhere. “It’s coming,” he muttered. He turned toward the duo, “If you have any last goodbyes, say them now.”

Quick as a rabbit, Link grabbed the circlet off his head and placed it daintily on his friend’s. Zelda clutched the crown on her head tightly, eyes wide as she processed what just happened. “I’ve called for Purah, she should be here any second.” Link said quickly, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Zelda nodded. “I know.”

As the bang and flash of light started up again, all of the Links heard horses galloping toward them. Rain poured down, the heavens crying their happiness. And mixed in with it all was the sound of laughter.

#linkeduniverse #hero of the wild #hero of winds #hero of the four sword #hero of time #hero of twilight #hero of warriors #hero of the sky #hero of legend #hero of hyrule

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Book 1: Fire | Chapter 5: Nightmares and Storms

Morning. Muted light came through the little window in her room, rousing Shinza from a bleak, colorless, soundless nightmare: in it, she had watched herself as something from inside her oozed out in sticky black tendrils from her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Her scarred fingers clawed at the floor in clumsy resistance, but her face remained expressionless.

Shinza found herself sitting up in bed, having a hard time coming to wakefulness and shrugging off the hideous dread the nightmare had brought. She’d always been good at interpreting her own dreams and even the dreams of others she was close to, but this one was too unsettling to try to unpack; instead, she slipped out of bed, dressed, and went for a walk.

Deep purple clouds roiled angrily and obscured the sun, muting the normally vibrant colors of the shore. The waves, agitated as if in response to the threatening sky, crashed against the beach. The salty wind picked up in speed. Standing on the shore, facing the horizon with his fists balled up, stood Amrit. Shinza traversed across the rust-colored sand toward him, realizing she recognized that posture - the one he took on when deep in thought. As she passed the rocks, several dragon-iguanas locked eyes with her and watched her walk past.

Amrit heard her approach, but he didn’t acknowledge her right away. She came to stand beside him, looking out into the sea, trying to find whatever he was looking at. Finally, he said, “We would have been married twelve years today. My kids would have been turning turning ten soon.”

Suddenly, Shinza understood. Where they were standing was exactly where he’d lost Gao and their unborn children, and where he’d lost his limb trying to get them back. It was hard to think about. She looked down at the tide, rushing over their feet. Grains of red sand caught in the fine scrollwork of The Leg’s metal foot. She could easily imagine Amrit as a loving husband and father, laughing and joking with his wife and trudging across the floor of his home with one child clinging to each leg. The sudden starkness of him by himself in contrast made Shinza’s heart ache for him.

She put her hand on his shoulder, and he gratefully put his hand on top of hers. “I can’t imagine how badly you must be hurting,” she said.

“Have you ever lost anyone like that?”

“No. I’ve been lucky so far. I have no idea what it feels like.”

Amrit took a deep breath and released it. “It’s like a stone,” he said; his voice was tired, like it took everything in him just to speak. For the first time, Shinza noticed the fine lines around his eyes, and the dark stubble coming in on his jaws. “Every day, you have to swallow it. But every day, it’s a different size. Some days it’s just a tiny pebble, and you don’t even notice it going down. Some days it sits heavy in your stomach, but you drink some tea and it helps. And then there are days when it’s a boulder. You can’t even see around it, much less attempt to swallow it.”

Shinza’s heart sank. Seeing her friend in such pain and knowing there was nothing she could do to alleviate it was excruciating. She squeezed his shoulder and said, “Do you want to talk about it? Or would you rather be distracted?”

Amrit thought for a second and then said, “Distract me, please.”

“You wanna hear a joke?”

He looked at her for the first time that morning, brows rising as if daring her to try to make him laugh. “Okay.”

“What’s worse than raining capuchin cats and dogs?”

“What?”

“Hailing taxis.”

Amrit snorted and cracked half a grin. The dimple on the left side of his face appeared. “Where’d you hear that?”

“My little cousin told me.”

“You went to go see your family? How was that?”

“Confusing,” she replied with a sigh. Then, after a beat, she looked at him and said, “I want to take the mastery test.”

“Whoa. Was it that bad?” he asked with concern. “What happened?”

Shinza pulled her sinking feet out of the sand and motioned for him to follow her down the shore. The gulls overhead called loudly to one another, coordinating to pick the dragon-iguanas off the rocks.

“It was actually really nice,” she said. “Until somebody brought up the the Avatar at dinner. I managed to play it cool, but they’re supporters of The Org. They were also trading some pretty disgusting rumors - like that the Avatar murders children to gain power. I just…”

Shinza paused, thoroughly disgusted as she recalled the conversation. “I can’t fathom how they could really think that’s true. How could you not question that?”

“It’s propaganda,” Amrit replied flatly. “People will believe all kinds of shit if they have a good reason to. No one’s immune to it, even if they think they are.”

“My aunt also said The Org is on a witch hunt,” Shinza continued. “Which I don’t think is a rumor. She said they’re starting in Republic City and just waiting for the name of the Avatar to be announced.”

“Good thing you haven’t been presented yet,” Amrit noted. “Maybe the world leaders will agree it’s best to keep your identity unknown.”

“I don’t think it’s going to matter,” Shinza replied. “My guess is The Org is probably further along with their plans than everyone thinks, or at least that’s the assumption I’m going with. Besides, something else happened - or at least I think it happened. I think my cousin Nhu knows who I am. If she does, I have reason to believe my secret is safe with her.”

“I hope so,” Amrit said. “So you want to take the test so you can move on and keep training.”

“Exactly. And I know you think I’m not ready, but I’m asking you as a friend, and not as your student: please let me do this my way. I need to know you have some faith in me.”

Amrit halted, looking guilt-ridden. The wind kicked at his high black ponytail. “Actually, there’s something I want to say about that.”

Shinza couldn’t help rolling her eyes. Amrit continued, “Please, just hear me out.”

She waited. He laughed nervously and rubbed at the back of his neck. “This is hard. Ah… I was wrong.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve been holding you to a different standard because of who you are, and that’s not fair. I thought that since you have Fire Nation heritage and you’re the Avatar, you’d fit snugly into this ‘classical prodigy’ mold I had in my mind. But your firebending is different and unique and beautiful, mostly because of how much harder you’ve had to work to be able to even produce a flame. I’ve never seen anyone whose chi was blocked so badly and for so long like yours was. When that happens, it usually means a person never really fully opens up their bending abilities. This has never had anything to do with your lack of ambition, and I’m sorry I turned it into that. I’m sorry I haven’t shown my faith in you.”

Shinza wanted to throw her arms around him. Instead, she settled on a righteous smirk. “That really was hard for you, wasn’t it?”

For the first time that morning, Amrit’s smile reached all the way to his onyx eyes. “Yeah. It was. But you’re proud of me.”

“Very proud,” she purred. “And you’re proud of me too.”

“I’m…” Amrit looked away, still smiling. “In awe of you. And yes, extremely proud.”

“So you’ll call a meeting?”

“Yes. But let’s get inside. The Leg’s killing me.”

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The test came five days later. Shinza had dressed and received the red ochre markings on her face that indicated she was being tested. Then she was led out into a valley on the edge of the village, where a panel of five elders sat waiting for her. To the left of them burned the Eternal Flame, and above them all loomed the Cave of the Masters, although the Masters themselves did not appear. Surrounding Shinza were other tribe members - some she recognized as Amrit’s family and his former students, all of whom took their cue and initiated a stirring traditional song. Drum beats and chanting filled the humid air in the valley; the warrior closest to the Eternal Flame took some of its glowing energy and passed it to the warrior next to her, and so on until each person bore the flame. Rhythmically, they danced with the fire, creating circles of varying sizes and colors. Shinza, awed and with goosebumps cropping up along her skin, stood in the middle of it all until it came to an end.

She faced the panel of elders, recognizing Amrit as the one sitting to the right of the chief. They all wore ceremonial clothes, and their ochre markings told their places in the tribe. Shinza had never seen Amrit the way he was now: impartial, regal, statuesque. He and the others took their seats, and the chief spoke.

“Avatar Shinza,” boomed Chief Mongkut. “We gather today to administer your firebending mastery test. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Chief Mongkut,” Shinza answered with a deep bow. From above, the sun’s rays beat down on them all. She felt the heat in her bare shoulders like a particularly energetic jostling from Amrit, grounding her, encouraging her. She could almost hear him whispering in her ear: you’ve got this. When she caught a glimpse of him, though, he was watching her as if she were a stranger.

“Proceed,” commanded the chief.

Shinza ran through every form she’d learned here on the island, stringing them into a tight, improvised dance: rapid, high kicks and flurries of punches; twirling leaps and swift spins on one bent leg. Fire blazed from her hands and feet, carefully controlled and white-hot, in streams and bursts, spheres and circles. She left it to the panel’s imagination to envision these moves being used in combat. Finally, when she was finished, she closed the path of her chi with a circling movement of her arms and bowed again.

Sweat matted her bangs to her forehead and rolled sideways down her face to drip off her nose. Panting, she waited. But no one said anything. Then she took a glance upward and saw that the four who flanked Chief Mongkut had all turned to him. He seemed to be deep in thought, eyeing Shinza as if she were a stone with some unknown ancient language carved onto its surface.

“Thank you, Avatar,” he said. “That will be all.”

Shinza blinked stupidly, standing up straight and nodding her head in deference. Then she slipped away, looking back one more time at Amrit, who she found this time was looking back at her, wearing an expression she read as a combination of admiration and worry. Once the testing area was out of view, she stopped to catch her breath, wondering if she’d missed something. Amrit had told her what to expect: the opening ceremony, the passing of the Eternal Flame, and the feeling of intimidation performing in front of almost the whole village. But he hadn’t specified when she’d be handed her results. Maybe they always wait, she thought to herself. But the sinking feeling that she hadn’t passed crept along her soot-covered skin. Shoving her damp bangs upward off her face, she exhaled and wandered back through the town square.

“You didn’t fail,” she murmured to herself in an attempt to calm her rising anxiety. “You didn’t fail. You’re a perfectly adequate firebender.” But adequate isn’t good enough, replied her inner voice, which in this scenario sounded like her mother’s voice: calm, loving, and laced with the poison of disappointment. Her mother had never directly said it, but Shinza always got the hint: doing something if you weren’t perfect at it was a waste of time. An icy terror slid down her spine: what if this was as good as she got, ever? What if her training with the other elements went the same way? What good would she be to anyone then? A flash of the nightmare she’d had several nights ago resurfaced: black tendrils, scraping nails, silent mouth. What had that dream meant?

“Stop,” she hissed. Inwardly, she reminded herself that she hadn’t even been able to bend before she’d arrived here. Now, she’d done well enough for the panel of elders to allow her to take the mastery test. She’d done everything she could, and she’d continue to do all she could, because she had no other choice. Shinza closed her eyes and wiped away the image she saw of her mother and father, conjuring up instead the memory of that first day of training, when Amrit had insisted that there was nothing wrong with her. The thought brought her comfort, but it wasn’t enough.

Opening her eyes, Shinza released the breath she’d been holding. She was proud of herself.

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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 4 years

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Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

TITLE: Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 30 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-dark midnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki falling in love with a Midgardian and his words to Thor about Jane during Dark World coming back to haunt him. “It would be a heartbeat. You would never be ready.”

RATING: M for Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: ~▪︎~FOR THE WHOLE STORY~▪︎~

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Check Masterlist. It's going to be a long read. I try to keep each chapter around 3,000 words.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

!-!TRIGGER WARNING(S)!-!

So many triggers, read ALL of them!

Swearing. Angst. Death. Depression. Violence. Self-harm. Regret. Carelessness for safety. Doubts. Torture. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. And Of Course- Mischief.

Summary: Typical reckless Alicia. If you look close some information is discovered.

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

Loki and Thor went to Asgard while some of the team went on a standard search mission to a frequently visited base of Luit's people. It was easy at first because it seemed abandoned but Alicia was currently in the med room being healed by Emma.

"You are so ridiculously reckless. You have trained in shields. So tell me… why didn't you use them?"

Alicia groaned as Emma pulled a bullet from her arm. "I did. For the kid."

"Peter would have been fine. You left yourself open and now look at you." Emma healed the wound.

Alicia hissed, "what? No soothing sensation?" She laughed then hissed again as Emma forced to much seder into her. "Wasn't the bullets enough?"

Emma laughed dryly, "you probably put Peter in more danger. Fury is going chew both of you and Loki might kill Peter when he finds out."

"Fury is not going to find out. Loki is across the world. Not much he can do." Alicia watched Peter's leg bounce quickly on the other side of the glass wall. "Will you please go calm him down?"

"He can wait. Or do you want scars for Loki to see?" Emma's eyes met Alicia's as she attempted to relax.

The mission playing over in her mind. Peter and Alicia were in a different room than the rest of the team. They were ambushed as a secret door opened. Alicia was close enough to put a shield between Spiderman and the gun and then pushed out. The bullets ricocheted and another gunman shot at Alicia. Two bullets hit her, one stuck and the other grazed her arm.

Emma stepped back causing Alicia's body to melt on the bed, the tension gone from anticipating more painful healing. "I want to go back there." Alicia poked and pulled where the wound used to be, noticing little dots for scars as well as the stabbing pain that still lingered. "They came from behind a panel in the wall. Like a basement."

Emma sent Alicia a glare, "how about, no?"

"What if all of the bases have secret places? What if my father is in one?" Alicia sat up and swung her legs over the bed. "I think it's a good idea."

Emma muttered under her breath, the words, "give me strength," made Alicia smirk. She stood up and went to the door. Peter was already at the door with wide eyes.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention and you got hurt and I called Loki-"

Alicia sighed and pinched her nose as the boy kept rambling on and how Loki was on his way. She put her hand up and he stopped. "Peter. It's ok.

"No it's not. It is my fault-"

Alicia ran her hand over her face, "Was Loki upset? Does he know what happened?"

"Just that you were hurt on a mission and he hung up really quick."

Alicia patted the boy's shoulder, "We keep it simple. Just an ambush and I was caught off guard."

"Shouldn't we tell him the truth? -he is going to find out-I'll just tell him."

"I will talk to him. Let's go find the others."

Alicia told everyone what to tell Loki then confirmed that there was a secret door to a lower level. Everyone debated on what the next move would be. Tony stated that the man Alicia had Peter tie up was still not gathered from SHIELD. When she was left alone she cloaked herself and went to the holding cell. Alicia opened the first door, as soon as Alicia opened the door to the actual cell and made sure to do her best to cloak that as well. The man had his head down and seemed to be going to sleep. Alicia stood in front of the man. She removed the cloth over his eyes forcing him to sit straight. His eyes blinked rapidly to focus in the bright light, searched the room then they widened.

Alicia revealed herself due to losing focus, "I see you remember. I don't take kindly to people who point guns at kids. But that's not why you are here. Tell me about where Marcus is."

His eyes narrowed.

Alicia placed a finger on a small cut on his face and healed it, "this could be easy. Or painful. Your choice really." Alica removed the gag, "let's start with the hidden places. Are they in all of your bases?"

The man laughed, "I don't know."

"How many bases have secrets?"

"Why would I tell you?"

Alicia smiled down at the man, "To make my life easier. I am getting tired of not having results..so I will get them myself." She was not wasting her time training harder than she ever did, everyday to sit around and wait. Alicia pushed on the man's chest, "going to tell me anything?"

"No." His breaths became shallow, quick and then he slowly started to wheeze. His breaths becoming nonexistent.

Alicia stared into the man's eyes and watched the panic set in. "Do you want to talk now?"

The man closed his eyes and Alicia watched as he nodded. She eased her magic out to allow him to breathe. He frantically explained how he has only been in two bases. He never saw the other tunnels that lead to the other few bases because they were blocked off by guards.

Alicia heard the door open a few seconds ago as Marcibeth walked in and the man went silent. She stood beside Alicia,

"That's plenty more information I have gotten out of any of them. You must have got lucky and had one with information."

Alicia crossed her arms as Marcibeth put her hand on her hip. "He came out of a secret tunnel. More came out and we had to retreat due to my injury. I'm still supposed to be protected or what the hell Fury's order was." Alica noticed Marcibeth eye her. Alicia waved her hand, "Simple injury. But I think you are losing your touch."

Marcibeth scoffed, "it is not the number but the quality. You have yet to give me anyone valuable."

"I'm tired of waiting for you to get here and come up with nothing. This group of terrorists are not just out for me. They are targeting Asgardians and people who support them."

"I watch the news."

Alicia rolled her eyes at Marcibeth's snarky comment. "I just don't understand why…. Luit is Asgardian. It doesn't make sense."

"He must have a reason." Marcibeth bitterly snarled, "if it wasn't for Marcus we wouldn't be in this situation."

"He is our father."

Marcibeth laughed.

Alicia glared at her sister, "I don't see what is so funny."

Marcibeth gestured everywhere, "this whole situation. Us. Our lives. If Marcus never killed HIM -Edward would not be after you. You don't understand it but our lives would be different."

Alicia's eyebrows scrunched, "well yeah. We probably would have normal jobs, not here doing this." Alicia gestured to the man still tied to the chair.

The man spoke up, "I would rather be somewhere else as well."

Marcibeth rolled her eyes stepping forward, "well let me put you somewhere else then."

Alicia put her shield in front of Marcibeth, "he might have more information."

Alicia watched Marcibeth push on the shield and her hand emit grey. Alicia explained Loki and Emma trained her constantly, both of them insisting that she uses that particular shield. It's good against physical and magical attacks. Then the shield became clearer until it disappeared completely with a further explanation it does not last long.

After Alicia tried to get more information, Marcibeth took care of finishing things.

Marcibeth explained she found a spell to counteract the seder from making the magic swell telling Alicia to get a piece of jewelry that she would wear all the time. Alicia picked out one of the simpler thumb rings Loki gave her, it worked well for all occasions and went well with her tracking necklace, and engagement ring.

Marcibeth got a book with her messy handwriting, held the ring with both glowing hands to her lips as she chanted in a whisper as her eyes skimmed the page. Marcibeth placed the ring on Alicia's thumb. Alicia watched as her sister closed her eyes and noticed the dark bags under them.

Alicia put her hand on Marcibeth's shoulder, "Mar..have you been sleeping?"

A small smile crept on her lips, "I've been missing out on my beauty sleep."

Her eyes opened and Alicia noticed how dark they were. Her skin even paler than before. Alicia didn't notice that before this moment.. "Did that spell do that to you? You look… exhausted."

Marcibeth stood up from their sitting place and dusted herself off even though the floor was clean. "I will be fine. Let's test out the cuffs and see if I did that right."

Alicia looked at the clock, "We better hurry then.. Loki will be busting through that door any minute. You know how much he approves of this." Alicia let her sister put the cuffs on her. The pain was still excruciating but there was not that much swelling. There were times where the pain was bearable and she was aware. Then the other times her magic flared and that was the only thing she could think of.

Then she felt her magic start to build again. In the middle of the most intense part the feeling was released abruptly. Alicia gasped and struggled for air. She was rolled over and felt liquid pour out of her mouth. The rush of seder through her back made her whine and gag.

There was screaming but Alicia could barely make it out.

"You think this helped?! Look at her. She is a mess!"

"You have no idea how long she will be in those cuffs! She needs prepared!"

"An hour?! An hour in those cuffs?"

"And how fast do you think you will get to her?"

Alicia whispered for them to stop, told them they were being to loud. Alicia was angry as the yelling continued and kept repeating it until she had the strength to scream. The room went silent and the rushed seder was no longer painful.

"Rest Alicia. No more fighting anymore…"

Alicia was rolled over and she saw familiar braided red hair and Emma's forehead covered with sweat. Alicia nodded as the room went completely silent as she focused on breathing and calming her body. A hand holding her left made her wince at a pain in her wrist. A low voice telling her to stay awake. Hand on her face and turning her head. She opened her eyes to see Loki there. Her eyes closed as she felt a darkness pulling at her.

A few taps to her face and a flood of seder rushing through her body had her eyes open.

"Alicia… don't fall asleep.. hey."

Loki watched her eyes close.

Emma pushed Loki's hand away from her face. Her own hands touched Alicia's temples and pulled away. "Leave her sleep. Just leave her sleep. She needs to rest. Get her to the med room. I need to make phone calls."

Loki picked Alicia up and hurried to the med unit. There were at least five Asgardian healers there who took Alicia. Loki was forced to stay on the other side of the glass then they closed Alicia off from others with a close of a curtain and the glass became opaque. Loki assumed it was to remove her mission gear from a mission that somehow went wrong... Loki went to search for Emma since he could not do anything standing on the other side of the glass.

He found her pacing frantically, "yes her dreams. Ok. I will see you all soon."

"What is in her dream?"

Emma turned around quickly, "Loki! I-I don't know what you are talking about."

Loki walked towards Emma, "a stutter? From you. What has you so shaken?"

"I'm not talking about it." Emma tried to move past him but when he tried to grab her, she moved back, "don't."

Loki felt his eyes narrow as they focused on this uncharacteristic behavior. Then he guessed aloud, "the worst vision."

Loki let the healer go and turned. He was going to get to Alicia, read her mind and figure out what in Hel was going on. A healer stopped him from getting close to Alicia, every single one of them insisting she sleep. Loki watched as Alicia was transferred to a comfortable and plush bed. The stones for deep sleep placed along her forehead. He was forced outside where Thor and Jane waited impatiently with quick whispers.

Thor noticed Loki and took long strides, "She is experiencing her worst vision in a dream?"

Loki stood by the door picking relentlessly at his hand. "I have no idea what is going on. Everyone is keeping her a secret."

"I was only notified she was in her worst vision. In a dream. I don't know anything else."

Jane stared at Loki, her eyes shifting as she searched both of his for an answer, "Can't you look in her mind?"

"They wont let me close."

Emma spoke up outside the door of the room, "Her SISTER had her in the damn cuffs for too long.. maybe she was going to have a natural vision but was stuck in the cuffs. I don't know." Emma pushed the door, "Eir is on the way." Emma met Loki's eyes then looked away, "go relax. Eir or I will come get you." She made sure to shut the door and the guards took their places.

Thor urged him to eat. He tried but Tony teased Loki about a prince playing with his food then held his hands in defense after a death glare. The team barely talked after but Peter was poking at his food with a small tremor in his hands. The glances sent towards the boy from everyone else was obvious. Loki sat back and asked Peter how things went today.

Peter's wide eyes met his then looked around, "me?" His eyes went to his fiddling fingers with a shrug, "it went well. Really well."

Loki casually asked, "tell me about it."

"Uhh…" Peter's eyebrows raised and lips pursed, "school. Homework. Ya know, the usual."

Loki attempted to keep his voice controlled, "You were on today's mission."

Then the boy's eyes turned up, lips pressed together as he swallowed. "I'm sorry."

Tony spoke up trying to stare down Loki, "Alicia said they came from nowhere. Some sort of passage to a downstairs corridor. It's not the kid's fault." Tony spoke up, "Alicia put in a mission request to go back and check the location."

Loki tore his eyes from the boy to roll his eyes, "Of Course she would." Loki's jaw clenched as everyone started to plan. It was to get to the last location, go to the same room Peter and Alicia was at..but they would need Alicia to point out where they came from since Peter never noticed other than behind him.

Thor's eyes caught something and he stood. Loki stood and turned as well. Emma stepped forward with a mask of no emotion, "Eir wants to speak with the both of you." The others stood but Emma quickly spoke, "this is matters of Asgard."

Loki's eyes narrowed but followed Emma's quick steps. Thor and Valkyrie right behind while Jane took quicker steps to keep up. Everyone knew not to question if it was "matters of Asgard." It usually meant the information was secret. Emma opened the door and allowed everyone in. Alicia was moved to the makeshift soulforge.

Eir stood beside Alicia who was barely awake. Her information displayed above. "Do you see it?"

Everyone stepped around the bed glancing at the information then watching as Alicia fought to stay conscious. Emma stayed back while crossing her arms. Loki looked carefully, he never seen a Midgardian's information and most things were the same as an Asgardian.

Jane looked from all angles, and her eyes scrunched, "It is… odd. Is this faulty?"

Eirs face did not change from the stoic healer expression, "The one in the Asgardian city is the best in this world, so I would like to take her there. It is saying she has a mix of Asgardian in her but not much."

Alicia shifted and made a sound that was pained and tired. Emma went to Alicia's side, put her hand over Alicia's fast heart beat. Loki watched the seder go to her heart and pump through her body then lit up throughout. Some spots are familiar to Asgardian bodies the others must be Midgardian. Eir explained Alicia had energy deposits through her body and that most were close together due to her bloodline mixture.

"We will need to train her how to use the smaller pockets for storage and the larger ones for constant flow." Emma put her hand over Alicia's forehead and Alicia closed her eyes again. "I knew she had issues with regulation during the first training session, before this information. That is why I taught her the things I did. She is supposed to use shields all the time, her healing, keep forcing herself into visions.."

Loki felt a surge of Alicia's magic and Emma put her hand to Alicia's head.

"It is still changing."

Eir let the soulforge stop working, "When she wakes. Let her gain consciousness. Monitor her thoughts as she does."

Emma nodded as Eir made everyone leave the room.

Thor asked, "do you know what her worst vision is?"

Eir held her head high, "Just that it is in her dreams and changes. Do not ask Emma."

Loki's jaw tensed and then he sighed, "She joins Asgard because of her blood. But what about the ship?"

Jane looked over her shoulder towards Alicia's room, "Hopefully we will get some sort of warning."

Eir stated, "her vision could change due to it being in her dreams."

Another healer came out, "Lady Eir, she is awake… in a vision currently."

#chapter 30 #loki #Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder #brightsun-and-darkmidnight #check triggers #check description

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im5ftbutmythroat66 · 5 years

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Genesis : chapter 7

Written by OnyxVixen

Note: Other chapters found on my page under the tag Genesis. Onyx’s page is deleted but the stories are there. And yes we will be finishing this story.

Pain.

Unbearable, excruciating, pulsating pain thrummed form every fiber of Ororo’s being. Bed ridden for three consecutive days within the four walls of her bedroom and between her dislevel soaked lavish grey sheets, she gritted her teeth against another shockwave of acid torment.

“Let this be your one in only time in disobey me.” Serqet reprimanded, finally releasing the mental hold that paralyzed Ororo.

The amulet, which rested between her damp cleavage finally dissipated its glowing aura, signaling the end of her punishment. Though her body was struggling to regain its equilibrium, her mind was completely still. Composed even. Not once did she scream, cry, or beg during the whole ordeal. Why should she when she did not regret the passionate fire that burned fiercely throughtout the night as T’Challa provoked her sexual nature.

A nature she had no clue could crack open the skies and strike in series of flashing pure white lights. Every word, caress and thrust sent her higher and higher into lust abyss. Releasing a steady even breath, she gently shifted her aching body up, leaning against the hand craved wooden headboard to rest her flustered cheek on the cool surface.

What I did was within reason to not only gain his trust but his heart to further crush him…

For a spilt second that estrange woman from the alley’s voice echoed through her thoughts.

“Nonsense, I live to serve my Mistress and to see the destruction of Wakanda.” She murmured whilst closing her eyes. So why then did she not believe her own words

1 week later

As if never missing a beat, the wall inside the club shook to the hypnotic rhythm, with swarms of able bodies gyrating and twerking out on the center floor. Liquor continue to flow into the empty cups that awaited the many at the bar, while even a selective few ordered bottles to celebrate whatever joyous event that may have occurred in their life.

The atmosphere held a sort of ecstatic feel to every person who step into the club but, perched against the steel guard rails, Ororo continued to watch in disinterest. Tequila Limeade in hand, she took another lethargic sip. Ever since her encounter with the King, she had been receiving daily secret messages that were left in place only she would venture too until finally being summoned to join him for another private dinner to which she replied with an excuse that she would be traveling for business and did not have an exact time frame in when she would be back. And for a moment, after sending her message, a twinge of regret filled her.

Tightening her grip on the tumbler of liquor, Ororo tossed back the remainder of her drink.

“Having a bad night, baby girl?”

Jerking around at the sound of a male’s voice from behind, Ororo came face to face with Erik’s dark ethereal presences towering over her in his standard two-piece tribal wear that showed off his keloid chest.

At one point she would have been disgusted to see himself so exposed but being within reaching distance, she could make out every dip and cut into his muscle front which sent sudden flutters spiraling deep into her belly, putting a flustered warm heat to creep up her neck.

Damnit, how the hell did he get in?

Glancing towards the double wide stained doors, she noticed how the door handle was barely hanging by a thread. Luckily for her, she assumed her double personality as Serena and selected a dress that was meant to slay.

And, judging by the way his eyes stayed glued to her breast, she would have assumed she had chosen well.

“I can always make it better princess, just say word and its done.”

Shooting her gaze back to his, Ororo regaining what little composer she had before brushing passed him.

Big mistake.

Not even two steps in had Erik grabbed hold of her wrist that was closest to him and spun her around, pushing her soft supple body flush up against his steel velvet front.

“Nuh uh, shawty. You done ignoring me for good and besides, don’t you know I always get what I want?”

“Mighty bold to think you can have whatever quenches your thirst for time being but, sadly I’m not one of them.”

She tried to shove away from him but only earned a deep rumbling laughter.

Damn him. and DAMN my hormones.

Struggling harder, Ororo emitted a small amount of electrical current straight through his chest. Before she could brace or react, Erik’s movement became sharp as he yoked her up by the neck and somehow closed the distance to the rails and slammed her into it.

Clutching at the hand wrapped around her neck, he wedged himself between her thighs while a growl left his lips.

Fear. Fear should have been the sensation wreaking havoc on her body as his rip tighten a little more but, with him nestled firmly against her, it was hard to reel in the squirming butterflies that so desperately wanted to be free.

Pupils dilated, they both continued to stare down each other. Waiting for the first move.

Feeling the edge of her dress slowly creep up along her lushes’ thighs, his rough textured hand sent shivering quakes straight into her now sopping wet pussy. With the amount of air left inside her lungs, Ororo panted a low whimper.

“I gotcha ya. Let daddy do his work.”

Dress now bunched around her waist, he made quick work of his trousers before pulling her panties to the side. And before she knew it his girthy length was invading her.

“Ohh fuck.”

“That’s it baby. Let me feed you.”

Blinded by the pressure that slowly started to build from him pushing further and finally being seated fully in her depths, his grip on her neck tighten as he gave her the ride of her life.

***

Disheveled and exhausted to the point of sleep, Erik cradled her in his lap while a server pour them another drink before replacing the bottle of champagne he had order back into the ice bucket and leaving. The passion between both T’Challa and Erik was night and day. With T’Challa, it had been one of ballet. Gentle, precise with anough intensity to have one floating to the heavens…

But with Erik…

The nature of his jaguar was untamed and ruthless. Having lost her mind after the second orgasm, she slightly remembered the fact that they we’re in the open. And if it wasn’t for the bass trembling from the sound system, the entire club would have heard her shrieks of pleasure. Even in the midst of him devouring her thoroughly, Ororo ignored all warnings from Serqet. Furthering earning her warth but she didn’t care…

She wanted this and would have it.

Snuggling deeper into the crook of his arm, she completely missed his words.

“Huh?”

“I said I wanted ya to come with me tomorrow. I got this thing and want you there.”

Taking a sip of her apple Cîroc, Ororo resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“Well if that isn’t vague as ever.”

She expected him to have a slick comeback ready to roll off his tongue but, instead he took hold of her chin, his eyes leveling with hers.

“Say you will.” His voice dripped with every expectation that she would agree.

In moments like this, she would have dismissed him way before anything had gone down. Her resolve still intact. But something, right there in the center of her chest, her heart began to beat to an entirely different rhythm and made her say.

“I will.”

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First Dance

Originally posted June 9, 2006

Title: First Dance Fandom: Kingdom Hearts Warnings: Rated SVL for Snark, Violence, and Larxene. Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and all characters related thereto are the product of SquareEnixDisneyBuenaPixar. Author's Notes: Second in a series of ficlets (or, in this case, verging on actual fic) about firsts. Contains the arguable foundation elements of something vaguely resembling a plot. Set pre-Chain of Memories. I'm not entirely pleased with the conversation at the end, and so this one might get reworked some yet.

Every member of the Organization had his or her own little hobbies, the things they did to make themselves feel more real in the tattered remnants of soul, of self, left to them. Xemnas disapproved mightily of wasting time and effort, but even he had to admit that the single-minded pursuit of their goal lacked entertainment value as far as reasons to continue existing went. For a group of people lacking one of the major fundaments of humanity and possessing assorted personality disorders of an antisocial type, an alternative outside obsession or two actually improved their functionality. Axel was privately convinced that, if he ever poked his unwanted nose in Xemnas’ personal quarters, he’d find dozens of spiral-bound notebooks full of as-yet-unused names and lugubrious poetry that not even Demyx would like. Marluxia, when he wasn’t busying himself with unacted-on plots against Xemnas, was engaged in a complex flirtation with his own demise by transparently lusting after Xemnas, all he was and all he possessed. Everyone politely pretended not to notice, then went to Luxord to lay bets on how long it would take for Saix to lose his patience and murder the Lord of Castle Oblivion in some deeply horrible manner. Saix, when he wasn’t acting as lapdog in chief, tended to lurk around Oblivion’s dungeon, not infrequently in the company of Larxene, with whom he shared a certain fascination for the physical and psychic mechanics of excruciation. Instead of working it out on each other, they constructed elaborate experiments starring whatever unfortunate they could get their hands on. For that reason, the entire Organization avoided the dungeon as a matter of self-preservation. Axel was startled to discover that Xaldin did needlepoint and Lexaeus painted and both were better at it than they had any right to be. He never even hinted that he knew, principally because he valued his existence much more than they did. Demyx had the best puppy eyes in World and used them freely on Xigbar, who seemed to consider himself Demyx’ bodyguard on his semi-frequent trips outside and was shamelessly used as a pack-bearer otherwise. They’d populated the conservatory with every species of instrument known to man at least twice. Demyx found the ones he liked, admired them for a few days or weeks, and then systematically smashed them to pieces. Except the damned sitar. Axel occasionally thought Demyx the most deeply damaged of them all, but kept those thoughts to himself. Vexen and Zexion pretended to an intellectual standard higher than anything the rest of the Organization aspired to attain. Axel knew with absolute certainty that Zexion was full of it on that issue – he’d had occasion to find himself crammed under the little freak’s bed and thereafter had great difficulty taking his coolly intellectually superior act seriously. Of them all, Vexen seemed to be exactly what he was: a heartless bastard who didn’t even miss it and who lived primarily inside his own mind. He made Axel’s skin want to crawl right off, which was no mean feat. For his own part, Axel was an inveterate people-watcher, even of people who only barely qualified for the designation under the loosest possible definition of terms. Larxene, the only other member of the Organization aware of at least part of his little diversion, disapproved heartily, though not for the reasons Axel had expected. “It’s just not healthy, Axel,” Asserted the woman whose favorite author had an entire unpleasant psychological designation named after him. “At best, it’s taking that method acting thing a little too far. At worst, it’s actively masochistic. Nothing you see, nothing you experience, when you’re out there among them will make you human again. They can’t give you your heart back. It’s pointless to try! Besides, if you want to hurt that badly…” She flicked her knives out, one by one, and the lazily contemplative look on her face suggested she was thinking about pinning him to the library wall and getting started right there. Axel couldn’t help smiling – Larxene was predictable in her viciousness but occasionally amusing nonetheless, and he only resisted patting her indulgently on the head because doing so would give her unobstructed access to his ribcage. “Two thoughts for you, my charming nymphet. One: self-mutilation becomes significantly less about the self if you involve another person in it. Two: give the good Marquis a rest and some of the weirder transhumanist philosophers a read if you want some interesting insights into the spiritually transformative nature of suffering. Have you seen XIII?” Odd how her eyes could light up and her pretty mouth scowl at the same time. “What do you want with that?” “I’m bearing a message, oh my maiden of pain, or else I wouldn’t abandon your pleasing company.” He ran a fingertip over the point of one of her still-drawn knives; she licked it clean, then dismissed it. “Orders from the Superior.” Larxene rolled her eyes. “At least he’s keeping it busy. Try the History and Geography stacks – it spends a lot of time down there.” “You’re my savior, Larxene. Next book is your choice.” He blew her a kiss and flickered away in a curl of darkness, because the library was large enough that he didn’t want to search it inch by inch on foot. He hadn’t, strictly speaking, been lying. He had been summoned into the presence of the other person who knew about his pastime and was there given a single command: “Find the Key of Destiny.” What he should do when that came to pass was not explicated and so Axel decided on the most obvious conclusion: surveillance. If XIII had outlived his usefulness – doubtful, given that he’d only been with them a fortnight at most – the order would have been completely unambiguous. And, since Xemnas rarely actually gave him permission to snoop and pry and spy on another member of the Organization, he decided to squeeze as much entertainment out of it as he could. For the first several hours, he prowled the World in methodical fashion. XIII had quarters and if he’d been in them, Axel would have been enormously disappointed. He wasn’t and neither was anything else and so the hunt continued. (The room was empty, containing not even a bed or a blanket or a single cast-off piece of clothing, only palely luminescent walls and floors and the hint of shadows lurking in the corners. Axel found himself wondering where XIII slept, if he slept, if he did anything at that could be construed as weak or human.) It became apparent, eventually, that XIII was not in the World That Never Was and hadn’t been for quite some time. He sampled the essence of XIII at his Proof – cold and bright as winter dawn, sharp as the edge of broken ice, so very strong, so totally alone – and opened a Door to Castle Oblivion, where he’d been recently enough that the taste of him still hung in the air, a taunting little curl of winter-cold and steel. Axel followed XIII’s essence-trail around the Castle and noted that its whimsical kinks and contortions seemed to be defined by an effort to avoid contact with anyone else. He even managed to evade Marluxia, a feat that Axel himself had never accomplished in Castle Oblivion and which ultimately consumed an annoying amount of time when he failed at it again. By the time he extracted himself from the Graceful Assassin’s flytraplike company, the trail was fading and Axel was becoming just suspicious enough to wonder if that might have been the point. Marluxia didn’t waste any of his barely-existent affection on the Organization’s newest member, whose mere existence seemed to be a point of not inconsiderable frustration to him. Axel didn’t think him suicidal enough that he’d actively try to do XIII harm, but absolutely knew him petty enough to torment the boy whenever possible. The Lord of Castle Oblivion excelled at that sort of thing. Similarly, Larxene nursed a grudge based on XIII’s publicly displayed ability to hit her about the head with impunity and without her express permission. And while she hadn’t technically been lying, neither was she telling a truth of recent vintage. The mustier reaches of the Castle’s enormous library were lit here and there with filaments of XIII’s winter-steel essence, but all the traces were days old. Axel commended Larxene to a number of unpleasant fates as he prowled the stacks, running his gloved fingertips across dusty spines, considering what to do next. If he’d wanted XIII dead, he’d just summon his Assassins and give them their orders. “Bring him back alive” was not, unfortunately, the sort of instruction they usually got and he seriously doubted their ability to comprehend such a command given their basic vocational design. Still… Axel found a suitably unoccupied corner and extended a call into the dark and nothingness that coiled where his heart had been. It manifested a moment later, sleek and sharp and sinuous. He extended a book on the geography of the Worlds that XIII had clearly handled more than once. “Find the one that’s not me. Lead me to him.” The Assassin slithered away with the eye-disturbing speed and boneless flexibility that characterized all its kind. Axel followed closely, watching as it caught at traces too faint for anything possessed of higher-order intelligence to notice, but well within the sense-range of things that hunted primarily by instinct. Some of those traces looked to be deliberately diminished, forced to dissolve at an unnaturally accelerated rate. Which was not, Axel reflected, a trick within Larxene’s power or, for that matter, XIII’s or he’d have used it before this. Within his own, yes. And Saix, for certain, and possibly one or two others – which gave him a theoretical list of suspects should he stumble over XIII’s fading remains but also raised more questions, the most important of which remained unanswerable. Where are you, XIII, and what are you getting yourself into? Keeping one eye on the Assassin, Axel flipped open the book. It was half excruciatingly dry geography text and half travel guide, the interesting bits being written in the margins in three different hands. He hoped that Larxene never saw that, or she’d start collecting writing samples. And then fingers. XIII’s essence-impression was strongest in the water Worlds section – he’d lingered, in particular, over a full-page picture of a long moon-silvered beach, a bucolic village clinging to the bluffs in the distance, a cluster of low, wooded islands visible just off shore… The Assassin raised the most headlike of its appendages and uttered the minor-key keen that meant it’d latched onto something solid. Axel dropped the book where Larxene was sure to find it and ran as the Assassin flowed away like a coursing-hound made of silvered darkness, down a staircase he had never seen before, out into a length of corridor that he had, and through one of the doors that lead to the outside. Beyond was a courtyard, bordered on two sides by glassed-in green house walls, in which a Door had been opened. Recently. Axel opened it, too, and found himself standing at the edge of a precipice – the vantage point from which the picture he’d just been looking at must have been taken. He was looking down on almost the same view. Almost. It was late afternoon, not moonrise, though the heavy overcast gave the beach and the sea almost the same silver sheen. In the distance, the bucolic village was in the process of collapsing in fire and ruin, he could hear the screams on the salt-and-Heartless-stench laden wind. A hundred feet below, the beach was scattered with bodies – human bodies – and swarming with Heartless in breeds and numbers too great to count in a single glance. They were forming a knot around a single focal point and in the middle of it stood XIII. He’d a Keyblade in each hand, one a blaze of wintry silver radiance, the other a flicker of purple shadow, and between them he destroying Heartless by the dozen without making any visible headway against the rising tide. Literally rising – they were coming out of the surf and out of the sand and boiling down out of the surrounding bluffs and Axel could feel them becoming aware of his own presence, as well. He called his weapons, eyeballed the range, and threw. One chakram scythed through the horde forming up at XIII’s back, carving a wide arc. The other skittered points down across the ground in front of him, striking sparks from the exposed rock of the bluffs, which exploded into a white hot sheet-wall at a silent flick of will. XIII threw a narrow-eyed glare over his shoulder as Axel came to rest at his back, a weapon in each hand, and parried it with a grin of his own. “Having fun?” XIII’s pretty bow of a mouth tightened. “What are you doing here?” “It’s not polite to answer a question with a question.” Axel threw, and a couple acres of prime oceanfront real estate became abruptly uninhabitable. “I was looking for you, actually.” XIII made a noise in his throat that might have been indicative of disbelief or just rank indifference and struck for himself, his dark Keyblade punching through the wall of fire Axel had yet to release, sending a half-dozen Heartless back to where they came from, and arcing smoothly back to his hand. “Really.” “Yes. I was afraid Marluxia might have fed you to a few of his more unpleasant plants. We can’t stay here.” Axel flicked a glance up at the precipice he’d leapt down from and XIII nodded in agreement. They moved almost as one, Axel bringing his chakrams around in a wide arc, catching the flames he’d already summoned and redirecting them, clearing a length of beach to maneuver in. XIII darted past to take advantage of it. “Watch your – “ Axel swallowed what he’d been about to say, as XIII automatically checked his back swing, a little smile curling his mouth. XIII was used to fighting with someone at his back. Good to know. Also good to watch, all vicious quicksilver grace and lethal precision, with one weapon in the air and the other in his hand at all times, his face set in a tight-lipped smile, eyes wide and bright and fierce. Completely real and totally alive. Axel laughed and called down more fire. They made the bluff in two quick stages, wiping it clean of anything but themselves, though XIII did most of the hands-on work. Axel could feel his bone-weariness, though he refused to show it, standing on guard with Keyblades at the ready as he opened the Door. Axel reached out and caught him by the shoulder. “Come on. This – “ The first Door opened into a place Axel had never actually been before – high buildings and a teeming mass of people that seemed thoroughly shocked when they appeared out of thin air in front of them. XIII staggered back a few paces and Axel held on tight to his hood, opened another Door – “ – is going to take – “ Deep woods, quiet and still, the air thick with the scent of loam and fresh rain. Another Door. “ – a few minutes – “ Darkness. Dark sea breaking on a dark shore, a cold blue moon hanging low over the water, never setting, never rising further. Another Door. “ – so they can’t follow us right back.” The World That Never Was. Axel let go of XIII’s hood before he decided to object with the edge of a Keyblade and stepped back out of easy striking range. XIII spun, his face lit by the radiance of his weapons, looking very much as though he were considering the odds of landing a hit at not-so-easy striking range as a gesture of his displeasure at being dragged across three Worlds by the scruff of his neck. Axel waited and, with an audible sigh, XIII let it go, dismissing his weapons and slumping against the nearest wall. It was interesting, Axel decided, watching how much that simple act changed him, altered the substance of him, reduced him somehow. Except the glare. The glare was still there, but even that was starting to lose its edges. “So. XIII.” He smiled, and watched XIII’s glare go from semi-hostile to somewhat wary. “You can call me Axel.” “Why,” XIII asked coolly, “would I want to do that?” “Because I’m no more a number than you are.” Axel turned, flicked a glance over his shoulder. “Coming?” “Roxas.” Softly. “My name is…Roxas.” “Roxas.” Axel let his tongue caress the syllables of that name as much as it liked. “Come on. You look like you could use a few hours of not killing anything.” Wary slid away and weary crept up underneath it. Roxas pushed himself away from the wall, submitted to a hand on his elbow to guide him and, a few minutes later, to a room with a real bed in it. He was asleep in seconds, curled up with his back reflexively toward the nearest wall, looking dangerous and half-feral and far too young, particularly in his sleep. Axel kept watch and thought about what he’d learned for certain today and what he could easily surmise and what more he had to uncover and how much fun that was going to be. Damned if he didn't have to write Xemnas a thank you note.

#vintage nagaina fic #khfic

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The Shrink Treatment 2: The Team Gets Shrunk. Literally.

The Shrink Treatment 2: The Team Gets Shrunk. Literally. Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Kidge Summary: Sequel to this story; should be read for context. Pidge’s brilliant idea to take Keith to see the Lions doesn’t go as planned. At all. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more. AN: Gonna be honest and say there will be at least one more part after this one, since I ended up WAY more attached and involved in this idea than I planned.

The Lions had always been extremely interesting to Pidge. From a technological standpoint, they were constantly evolving to match their Paladin’s needs in battle without any sound reason as to why. As their bond as a team developed further, so did not only their connection with their individual Lion, but the other four as well; giving them the ability to communicate in brief flashes with each other without needing another Paladin to play translator. This benefitted Pidge especially well, since she was normally the one to start repairs or develop new upgrades to help improve their software. While she had been under the proverbial hood of all the Lions multiple times in her tenure as the Green Paladin, she still wasn’t sure how exactly the Lions actually worked. It seemed less that she learned how to repair them solely through trial and error or her own wits, and more that the Lions poured the solutions into her head themselves, much like turning on a sink faucet. Whichever Lion she was working on would tell her what to do as it needed to be done – down to which programs to run when and in what order, and what physical damages needed attending first – and then she’d be left to piece how it all worked together when the task was complete. She started to keep a journal for each Lion where she logged every repair or upgrade she made to them, paying excruciating attention to detail in making sure her accounts were as accurate as possible.

Green Lion had teased her once, when Pidge had asked why they gave her the information in such a way, by pointing out that Pidge would be insulted if they simply told her how everything fit together. “You are too smart to be talked down to, my Paladin, and giving you all the answers would only infuriate you. Instead, we give you the tools so that you can reach the answers on your own,” She had explained, her voice a warm and affectionate purring in Pidge’s head. Pidge had to admit that Green was right in that it was against her nature to simply want to have information handed to her, as well as feeling like learning about the Lions over time helped them maintain a certain level of mysticism and mystery.

In short; it helped maintain the image of being super cool.

A fact that was not missed on Keith when they entered the hanger.

His eyes had sparkled and the little gasp he let out had quickly morphed into a small squeal that cracked at the end, earning an amused snort from her. She set him down and he slowly approached the half circle of feline themed robots, looking from each one in turn as he stepped. Their shields were down so he could get a much better look at each of them. He paused in the center, where he could turn in a circle and see each of them perfectly as he did. He turned around to look at her, a grin that nearly split his face in half, and waved his arms out at the Lions. “They. Are. So cool!” He shouted as he ran in a big circle, arms still out.

She laughed a bit before she felt a panic rising in the back of her mind, the sensation foreign but also somewhat familiar. It was followed by a flickering of light from her peripheral. She frowned worriedly and took a few steps forward, slipping over to gently place her hand against the shield. “Oh, Red,” She said softly.

Of all the Lions, Red spoke with Pidge the least often. She didn’t take it personally, though, as Red expressed the same disinterest in anyone whose name didn’t start with a “K” and end in an “Eith”. The bond between Keith and Red, while instantaneous, had become deeper in a surprisingly short amount of time. Keith insisted that it was simply that they were a good combination, but Pidge knew better. She’d seen how often Keith would sneak into the hanger, believing no one else was present, and get himself comfortable leaning back against Red’s muzzle and simply chat with her. While Pidge wasn’t privy to what they discussed, Green Lion was able to confirm they were, in fact, speaking through the telepathic bond.

It only made sense, then, that Red may not be as accepting of the situation Keith was in as everyone else was trying to be.

“My Paladin… What have you done to my Paladin? Is that even my Paladin or is this some kind of experiment?” She roared, her tone a mix of fear and fury. The intensity of her emotions actually made Pidge wince, pushing on her mind like having a brick dropped on her head.

“Red,” Pidge breathed softly, trying to gain control of the situation, but the pressure in her head only grew worse. She bit her lip to keep in a whimper of pain.

“Answer me, Paladin of Green! Is this some kind of plot? Are you scheming against the rest of Voltron? Are you?” She bellowed.

“No, I would never!” She snapped back just as Green stood at attention, roaring loudly at Red.

“How dare you question the intentions of my Paladin!” Green growled, her body shifting low and tail raising. A sinking stomach grew in Pidge’s belly as she glanced between the two Lions. Red’s shield flickered briefly, teetering on the edge of being dropped to accept the obvious challenge Green was throwing down. The Lions had bickered and squabbled before – typically Blue and Red arguing over whose Paladin was actually responsible for whatever newest qualm rose between Lance and Keith – but Green had never reached the point of making threats or escalating a situation.

A small tug at her hand alerted her to the small child beside her, who was pressing into her leg with a fearful look in his eyes.

It occurred to Pidge that, while she doubted Keith’s bond with Red was at a point that he could fully communicate with her, he might be able to pick up on the feelings of the two Lions. And even if he wasn’t sensing anything telepathically, it was clear that he could at least read the situation enough to know he had reason to feel uncomfortable. Pidge looked up at Red and squared her shoulders. “Knock it off, both of you!” She barked, turning her attention between the two of them. She could feel their attention shift from one another back to her. “You’re both being unreasonable and you’re scaring Keith.”

Green returned to sitting upright, releasing only a small huff of resignation that the argument was being laid to rest for now, while Red shifted to lay down, her head dipping to rest between her front paws. Her shield stayed up and Pidge sighed, giving Keith’s hand a small squeeze and pressing her other hand more firmly against Red’s shield.

Keith looked from Pidge to Red Lion, cocking his head like a confused puppy. “Is the red kitty mad?” He asked quietly.

She looked down at him and plastered on a smile that she hoped was reassuring. “Well, she’s not really mad… She’s just upset. More sad than mad… See, she’s really worried about someone special to her but she doesn’t want to say it that way. Instead she’s being grumpy about it,” She said, trying to think of how best to explain it.

He blinked once at her before looking over at Red again. He released Pidge’s hand to walk a bit closer to the shield, pushing both of his tiny hands against the surface. Red perked up in curiosity, letting the shield drop upon his touch.

His eyes lit up when it disappeared, looking at his hands in awe, clearly thinking that he had forced it down himself. Amusement unfurled from Red as she observed him. Keith beamed up at Pidge before stepping forward and pressing himself against Red’s nose, stretching as far as his little arms could reach. For a moment, she tilted her head in bemusement as to what he was trying to accomplish, before he tossed his head back to try and look at her. “Does she feel better now?” He called.

A smile turned up on Pidge’s lips that she quickly hide by covering her mouth with one hand, the other falling to rest on her hip. “What is he doing? Why is he doing this?” Red pestered her.

“It’s called a hug; humans sometimes hug each other to offer comfort. He’s trying to make you feel better,” She mumbled into her hand, the words repeating in her mind so as to actually be understood by the puzzled robot.

Red seemed frozen by shock for a moment before she shifted a bit, letting out an actual purr through her robotic form, something akin to nuts and bolts being vibrated on a metal tray, and gently pressed into Keith as a form of acceptance of the affection. She was careful to not bowl him over with the gesture, though it did push him back a few feet. He noticed and giggled excitedly in response, tightening his hold on her snout and rubbing his cheek against the cool metal. Another purr rumbled out of the mechanical cat. While Red still seemed a bit weary of Keith, it was clear that she was at least a bit more softened up to him in his current form.

Glad that a crisis had been avoided with Red, Pidge cleared her throat to get their attention. “Okay, buddy, how about we let the Lions rest for a bit, okay? Do you like to color? Cause if so, I may have some markers and paper waiting to have your name put on them,” She mused lightly.

Keith slowly let go of Red Lion, looking up at her again in awe, before scampering back over to Pidge’s side. “Can I draw the Lions?” He asked excitedly.

She laughed lightly and nodded. “Of course. They don’t move around much so they’ll be great models, too,” She laughed before guiding him over to her table. She pulled open one of the drawers and started rummaging through. Her computer dinged to signify that Coran had sent the calculations along to her via the private messaging system they’d developed. It was in case of emergencies where they couldn’t use the regular communicators, but could easily be accessed from any technical device with a screen.

A space Discord, in a way.

Finding a notebook with lineless paper had been relatively easy for Pidge but locating something that could work like markers or crayons was the real trial. Over their travels, they’d gotten small trinkets and mementos from most of the planets they visited; practical things they could make use of being one of the more frequent options. For Pidge, notebooks and writing utensils and things of that ilk were her favorite. She loved getting to use the advanced tablets and holo-screens on the castle and they were common among most of the other aliens they encountered, but there were moments when she just liked the curl of a pencil in her fingers, the soft brush of her hand against a clean sheet of paper, and the hassle of washing trace smudges of ink or lead from her skin.

It took her emptying the drawer of nearly all its contents to find a small bundle of thin, long instruments tied together in a green ribbon, but she grinned in pride. They were an odd hybrid of markers and crayons – requiring a lid to be kept from running out, much like a marker, but were thicker and wider like toddler crayons back on Earth were - and required a bit of finagling to work. But the children of Huyrtroz - the planet she’d gotten them from - could use them well enough and she could say with certainty that they were washable, so she doubted that Keith would have too much trouble so long as he was taught. She returned the items she’d removed from the drawer with a quick sweep of one arm and turned toward Keith, who was bouncing on her chair with the notebook set on his lap. “Okay, this should work pretty good. They’re a little different than the kinds of color stuff you’re used to using, though, so watch how I do this carefully, okay?” She asked as she opened the notebook to a clean page, then tugged the green and red ones from the group.

He nodded happily, scooting a bit closer to her. She grinned and handed the red one to him, holding the green one up by the cap using her index and thumb. Keith tilted his head a bit, inspecting how she was holding it, and then mirrored her with the one he had. She grinned in approval and he beamed back.

The casing of the utensils were uniform and bland and had no text of any kind on them. The casing around them was a pale grey with white ovals in the center on one side, but the caps were tinted whatever color it would write in. “Now, you’re gonna want to leave the cap on for a minute or two, okay? They won’t write if we don’t do a little magic first,” She said, lowering her tone conspiratorially.

He gasped softly before he nodded, eyes so wide with excitement that they almost looked like they may pop out. “Is it secret magic?” He asked softly.

“Yes, it is. You can’t tell anyone else about this, okay?” She hummed. Pidge was the only one – sans maybe Coran and Allura, admittedly – who knew how to work these things and she planned to make use of that fact in the near future. After all, she figured Lance deserved a little bite back for constantly stealing her headphones.

Keith held his hand up to his mouth, tugging at an imaginary zipper, and flashed her a thumbs up. She laughed lightly at how ridiculously endearing it was. She made a note to herself to try to get him to do it again when he was back to normal. “Mmhmm!” He muffled out, refusing to open his mouth, as if to show his sincerity.

“Now, what you’re gonna do next is press your thumb against the little white oval here, and when it changes color you can take the cap off and use it,” She explained, placing the pad of her own thumb in place. How it worked was that the inside of the tube was a mineral that melted in to an ink-like substance, but only when exposed to high temperatures of heat. The casing around the sliver of mineral would amplify the body temperature pressed against it internally to melt the mineral without running the risk of burning the user. Once the oval turned completely green, she pulled the cap off and drew a quick kitty face on a blank sheet of paper.

“That’s so cool!” He said excitedly, fumbling with the red one in his hand to imitate how she had held it. Pidge chuckled as she popped the cap back on the one she was holding, reaching over to lightly push his bangs out of his face as he watched the oval change color under his touch. Once it was ready to use, he yanked the cap off and started drawing frantic squiggles and wavy lines, giggling like a little mad man in glee.

Pidge would be lying if she tried to say it was anything other than adorable and endearing.

She turned her attention to her desk then hummed softly on thought. Despite having cleared a small space off from where she’d placed the items in the drawer, there was still a lot of stuff on the surface. It was mostly controlled chaos of various projects she had going on, with blueprints and scrap papers with equations tossed here and there but components of new tech and tools were also strewn about. The idea of clearing it all off and tidying up was unappealing but seemed to make sense, so that she could make room for Keith to draw while she worked over the calculations. “I suppose I could group projects together with their blueprints and started pieces for now, just to make room,” She mumbled out loudly, cupping her chin in one hand as her eyes flickered between everything.

Violet eyes shifted from her, to the desk, and then looked back at the Lions as he snapped the cap back on the marker. “Can I draw near the Lions?” He asked.

She hummed thoughtfully before nodding, offering the rest of the bunch of markers to him. “I’ll be right over here keeping an eye on you. Remember that if you behave yourself maybe I can take you for a ride in the Green Lion later, okay?” She mused lightly.

He nodded eagerly. “I will!” He said before squirming off the chair and darting back towards the Lions. She laughed as she watched him settling on the ground, laying on his belly in the same spot he’d stood before, and began shifting through the markers to determine where to start. She smiled to herself as she settled into her seat and pulled up the calculations. She then grabbed the small holo-screen that she had programmed to work like a white board and got to work, picking the equation apart piece by piece to find where the problem stemmed from.

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Keith decided that he would start with the Yellow Lion, and then loop back around to draw the rest of the Lions, ending with the Blue Lion. He made sure to put the caps back on the markers the second he was done using them. He knew that Pidge was really, really picky about who she let use her stuff and he didn’t want her to think he wouldn’t be good to her things. Plus, he figured it would get him bonus points towards getting to ride in one of the Lions later. He started to grin and giggle at the thought.

Being a giant robot pilot was what he really wanted to be when he grew up. Well, that or a firefighter.

A strange sense ran through him, creeping from between his shoulders and up along his spine, but it wasn’t completely unpleasant. He perked up and looked around to see if he could find something that may have caused it. Maybe a fan was on, or something, but he didn’t see anything. Despite wanting to think it was something like a chill, another part of his mind seemed to tell him it wasn’t something as simple as that, coaxing him into settling back in and starting on drawing the head of the Black Lion. He felt like he was used to this sensation, and the sensation seemed to vibrate with amusement, so it couldn’t be bad. Right?

“So you can still sense me, eh?” A voice mused in his head, causing him to bolt upright and look straight at the Red Lion. He blinked then tilted his head, brow furrowing. “Fear not, my Paladin, I will not hurt you.”

He jutted his chin out a bit and huffed, turning his attention back to his drawing. “M’not afraid of nuthin’,” He grumbled sulkily.

Red laughed lightly. “There is no shame in occasionally being afraid or confused,” She chimed lightly.

“I’m not scared of nuthin’!” He shouted back angrily, glaring daggers at the yellow eyes of the giant cat.

Pidge perked up, pushing her chair out a bit to look over at Keith. Her eyes were bright with concern. “You okay over there, buddy?” She called gently. Keith’s face flushed at the question and he nodded, not wanting to speak again, and he could hear the Lion laughing at him. It only made him blush even more. “Well, let me know if you need anything.”

“Kay,” He called back meekly. He resumed drawing for another minute or two before glancing at the Lion again. “Why can I hear you in my head?”

“Because you are my Paladin. We have a deep, mental bond that links our consciousness together so long as we are both alive, to assure that I can protect you and that we can reunite with one another when separated,” She explained. He stared at her blankly. “Er, uh, you are my pilot and we have a magical bond?”

Ah, that seemed to make more sense to him by how he gasped excitedly. “I’m your pilot?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. The hope and giddiness flowed off of him like waves, though, so it wasn’t hard for Red to figure out what he was feeling.

“Indeed you are. If you would like, we could take a brief trip out so that I can give you a taste of what you normally experience,” She offered.

He blinked then looked back over at Pidge, using a stylus to jot some things down on her holo-screen. “I promised Pidge that I would be good. She said that if I am she’ll talk Shiro into letting me go for a trip on the Green Lion later,” He answered.

“The Black Paladin will never approve of you going out. The Green Paladin may think that she can convince him otherwise, but I can guarantee that she cannot,” Red answered calmly. His eyes faltered, flicking with disappointment, and he shifted to look down at the picture. “I, however, will not deny you of what is yours. As the Red Paladin, it is our right to fly together whenever we should like.”

He stared at her for a moment before looking back over at Pidge, concern evident in his features. Red felt a bit guilty taking advantage of both he and the Green Paladin, but she was still unsure if this small creature was truly her Paladin. And if it was then she wanted to know exactly how much he knew; how much of the him she knew was still present. If he could pilot her as well as usual, she would have her answer. She knew that her Paladin had a soft spot in him for the Green Paladin – though she didn’t exactly understand why – and she had been hoping that this side of him may lack that same loyalty.

Then again, he seemed rather suggestable.

“Just a quick flight, I promise. All you have to do is ask the Green Paladin to leave long enough for us to get out of the hanger. Ask her to bring you sustenance or fluids,” She said, keeping her voice gentle and reassuring. She could sense the turmoil in him. He didn’t want to disappoint the Green Paladin, but he was also desperate to see what it would be like to fly in Red Lion.

“Pidge, I want some juice,” He said suddenly. A pleased purr rumbled through the Red Lion.

The girl in question perked up at her name being called and looked over. She looked at the calculations briefly. She’d done a pretty good job of deconstructing the equation, managing to locate three errors already that could perhaps explain why the chemical had caused the changes that it had. “I think I’m at a good stopping place. Why don’t we go get some juice and snacks together?” She asked. A break seemed like a good idea, especially if Keith was complaining about wanting something. Pidge didn’t have a lot of experience with toddlers – dealing with Lance apparently didn’t count, if you asked Shiro – but she knew that they could get really fussy if they got bored or needed something but had to wait.

“Is it okay if I wait here? I wanna finish my picture,” He said, shifting a bit to look back down at the page.

She hummed softly before looking around the hanger. There wasn’t really anything for him to get in to, really, since they kept most of their equipment and spare parts locked up in cupboards and high up on shelves. “Okay, but you have to stay right there, okay? I’ll only be gone for a little bit,”

He made a small noise of acknowledgement and waved one hand, turning to lay back down and picking up the black marker. She smiled and waved back, despite knowing he couldn’t see, and slipped out of the hanger. The minute she was gone, he scrambled up and walked towards the Red Lion. “We won’t be gone very long, right?” He asked cautiously.

“Correct. This will be a short trip, just so you can see what it is like,” She agreed, letting her head lower to him. Her jaw opened, welcoming him to make the short trek to the cockpit.

“We really gotta come right back, okay? I don’t want Pidge getting in trouble because of us,” He warned as he took a few steps closer, looking up at the roof of her mouth curiously. When it was nothing but metal and dim red lights, he started climbing up to rest on her lower jaw.

She hummed quietly in response. “The Green Paladin will be fine so long as we return before the Black Paladin finds out,” She answered as he made his way upwards. She then perked up slightly. “I will need to make some adjustments before we get going. I won’t be able to do so until you’re in the cockpit, though.”

Inside the cockpit, Keith couldn’t help but gasp in awe. The whole place was lit up with red screens in weird words he couldn’t understand, but that didn’t matter. He darted over and clamored on to the seat, kneeling on it and resting his hands on one of the arm rests as he looked around more. “Doesn’t have a seat belt,” He mumbled to himself.

Were giant robots supposed to have seat belts? He didn’t know but figured probably not. He’d never seen them before in Power Rangers, after all.

He ducked his head down to look under the console and saw a few pedals, but they started shifting upwards, closer to him. He jumped back with a small yelp, smacking into the back of the seat as it moved forward. “Turn around and face forward. I need to make the proper adjustments for you to pilot,” Red Lion chided lightly.

He scowled up at the roof of the cockpit and then huffed, sitting forward and crossing his arms over his chest. “M’just lookin around,” He groused quietly.

“I understand your curiosity, but there will be time for that later,” Red mused, moving the seat and pedals up and forward. Once she moved it close enough, Keith scooted forward a bit and nudged one pedal with the toe of his sneaker. The pedal shifted a bit closer at Red’s insistence, settling so that it was much easier for him to reach, and then she moved the throttles downward so he could reach those as well. He was almost pressed against the dashboard but he would be able to see and steer just fine. “Now, see if you can guide us out.”

“You can’t move on your own?” He asked in surprise.

“I can move a bit on my own when absolutely necessary, but if you are able to pilot me, then my movement is led to your discretion,” She said calmly before letting her presence fade back a bit. She opened the main hanger doors and turned to face the empty, twinkling abyss of space just outside. If this truly was her Paladin, then surely his instinct would guide him in to making their way for their flight.

Keith swallowed, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through him as he stared out at the open doors. He was going to get to do it! He was going to get to pilot a giant robot and fly around in space!... So long as he could figure out how to get her to move. He reached out and settled his hands on the throttles and tapped one of the pedals curiously, being sure to not use enough force to actually make it do whatever it was supposed to do. He felt as if he’d been here before – done this countless times – and he supposed it had to be true. The Red Lion seemed confident in his ability to do this.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then let himself fall in to what felt right.

Red Lion jolted to attention and laughed in delight as her body moved to stand, taking one cautious step forward. He wasn’t as brazen and bold as she was used to, but this was certainly her Paladin! “Wonderful! Keep going, now!” She praised enthusiastically. He pushed the throttles forward a bit more and the Red Lion began moving at a trot.

As soon as they reached the doorway, he pushed forward on one of the throttles, shoved the pedal he’d been poking earlier down as far as he could, and Red Lion darted out at full speed, leaving a small smoke trail behind them as they rushed out in to the unknown.

Just as the Lion disappeared, Pidge came back in carrying a small tray. There were two juice pouches, a small bowl with some kind of pink spread, and a slightly larger bowl with what appeared to be come kind of sliced fruit. “Okay, buddy, I went ahead and got some stuff to help keep us focused while we’re in he-!” Pidge’s smile faltered and she dropped the tray with a loud clang as she stared at out at the open doors of the hanger. Her mind whirled as she came to realize what was happening.

Keith and the Red Lion were gone.

Keith, whom was currently trapped in the body and mentality of a near-four year old, and the Red Lion, right arm of Voltron, were gone and the hanger door was wide open and they probably went out in to the vastness of space.

“Shiro’s going to kill me,” She wheezed out softly, knees shaking a little bit for both fear of their leader’s wrath, but also the myriad of terrible things that could happen to the tiny Red Paladin on his own.

#Voltron legendary defender #Keidge #Kidge #Peith #Pidge Gunderson #Keith Kogane #my fics #anybody who owns cats knows that they are jerks #meaning that the Lions are probably jerks too

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Can we have scenarios for Death and War, where they see something that makes them think their s/o's are cheating on them but in the end it turns out it was a misunderstanding. Or, if you'd rather have the horsemen being the "cheaters" that would be totally ok. I just want some relationship angst that ends in reassurance and cuddle-fluff.

~Well… this is officially an essay that I’ve just typed. Too long to add War’s but I will make time to post it soon :) Sorry if it’s not angsty enough. I typed this late at night and um, yeah a lot of things can be wrong. I can’t really see Death as a raging type but well *sighs* I tried something *boohoo* I don’t knooooooowwwww. Here’s the thing. Now lemme go wallow somewhere…

Death

The overhead blue lights were stinging your eyes, causing them to water and prompting you to shield them with the cups of your palms. Leaning your elbows upon the counter, you grimaced at the buzz of people chattering endlessly, the combination of their voices and blasting music pounded against your eardrums, deepening your throbbing headache.

You took another shot, wincing at the sensation of the alcohol sliding down your throat, burning so much that you wouldn’t be surprised if it seared your skin. The pain was tolerable though. More tolerable than this excruciating reality.

Through your near drunken state, despite your best efforts, you couldn’t shake him off your mind. ‘Couldn’t, or wouldn’t?’ your inner voice taunted. You twirled the wine glass in your hand, feeling the cold, smooth glass caress your skin. You raised your head and looked around the pub.

Dancing under the spotlight, drinking and bantering amiably amongst one another, beautiful humans covered every space of the floor. The atmosphere was disgustingly pleasant. Beautiful… with their perfect bodies and endearing features that fit the ideal beauty standards of your society. Bliss and enjoyment adorned their features. Outgoing. Beautiful. Perfect.

Your grip on the glass tightened so much you felt it crack under your fingers.

The same humans who admired your horseman companion, who would do anything to get close to him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he relented. Simultaneously, you knew that he would do no such thing. He never responded to their flirtatious advances nor their flower gifting nor their desire to take selfie shots with him. He had always been courteous and politely declined their advances. You could only assume that he was not familiar with the human ‘courting system’.

Although you and Death had never officially declared your relationship for one another, there was a mutual agreement that you would remain at each other’s side. But that was before humanity’s resurrection. And you were the only human back then. And with all the attention he was now receiving, you were no longer certain if that understanding was really mutual. And all it did was fuel your insecurity and catastrophising.

You remained sat on the high stool until the final orange hue of the evening light dissipated entirely. Someone nudged you in the side but you feebly swatted the hand away. You were too drained and lacked all motivation to converse with anyone.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called. Even through your hazy mind, you recognised the person. It wasn’t him.

You looked up and saw that it was your older cousin standing over you. There was a concerned look on their face as they drew a seat and sat beside you. “How come you’re here,” they questioned. “I didn’t know you drank.” It was true. It was rare that you consumed alcohol, only drinking out of politeness with your family and friends. But lately, you found that you liked the way it disoriented you and clouded your inhibitions during depressive moments.

You’re not sure what prompted you. Because the moment you opened your mouth, a string of garbled, incoherent ramble was let loose. Whether the sentences connected or what you said made sense mattered little. Perhaps it was the concern of another human being, or that it was a family member, you weren’t sure. Perhaps it was your intoxicated state that pushed you to do what you did next. Because all of a sudden human contact didn’t seem so bad. A hug. A sense of security. Comfort. Anything. That’s all you wanted. All you needed.

And that’s what you did. Just before you felt your consciousness fade in and out of reality. Everything was suddenly a blur and all sounds fluctuated between jarring and muffling. There was the faint sound of people gasping and scuttling away before you dimly felt yourself being slung over the shoulder of a towering Goliath. You struggled at first but your attempts were as feeble as a mouse against the bulk of a feline. And it was with a heavy heart that you let yourself be carried away just before blacking out completely.

When you woke up, you weren’t in your bed. You were lain sideways on your couch in the living room. The dim orange glow of the light bulb elicited a groan from your lips and you pushed your face into the cushion that was underneath your head.

“Too bright?” came Death’s deep voice. Groaning in response, you heard heavy footsteps before the light was switched off. You didn’t move, rattling your mind of how you ended up here and feeling your heart race when you couldn’t remember instantly.

A cool hand touched your arm. Turning your face to the side, you saw that he was holding a glass of water. He helped you sit up and you winced in pain. You glanced at Death. His amber gaze was neutral but he wasn’t staring at you. Your skin prickled at an unsettling feeling, worry escalating slightly.

When your fingers fumbled weakly to hold the glass, he pressed its edge to your lips and gently tipped your head back. You noticed that his shoulders were tense and the muscles in his extended arm were taut. You swallowed, feeling the cool liquid cleansing your sore throat.

“W-What happened?” you croaked.

“Drink,” he commanded simply but his voice was not unkind. So you took another sip. As you drank, the memories gradually seeped into your mind; you were sitting in the pub, brooding… and then your cousin came. You felt your stomach muscles clench tightly when it dawned on you what happened afterwards. The heavy loneliness, the desperate need for comfort. The hug. Had Death witnessed it?

As he drew back, you reached out and clasped his forearm. He paused in place but no words were uttered. Your mind was a hollowed buzz as you waited. He sighed then. It was slow and lengthy. You couldn’t handle it.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered at last, eyes drawing as far up to his collarbone. You couldn’t go beyond it.

His shoulders slumped ever so slightly. “You did nothing that requires an apology,” the words sounded drawn. “But your referral to intoxication as a means of coping is troubling.”

You frowned. He wasn’t even asking what you’ve been doing. “Where is C/N?” you asked instead.

“To my knowledge, they remained within the building but I didn’t chance a second glance back,” he replied lightly, although you suspected there was more to his statement. “Would you rather I take you back to them?”

You shook your head, immediately regretting as you felt your brain rattle within your skull. “No,” you muttered.

“Y/N, look at me” he tried again. You complied, noticing deepening frown lines above his mask. “We’ve known each other for a long time, long enough to attain an understanding that it is no sin to shroud certain aspects about us in secrecy,” he gently pried your hand from his arm and laid it to your side. For some reason, it felt like rejection.

“However, I would strongly discourage you from adopting this unhealthy method. It’s dangerous and as I stated earlier, troubling,” he paused as you started to breathe heavily, lips pressed tightly together. “It might be wise for you to seek out a human healer.”

You slammed your hand against the coffee table in front of you. Straightening your back, you threw a heated glare at him to which he returned with that same neutral look. “That’s it then? You’re dismissing me?”

He blinked. “Forgive me,” he said lowly, leaning back and letting his hands fall onto his crossed legs. “But I was under the impression that humans sought advice from human professionals, or therapists as you call them.”

“Don’t you even want to know why I’m feeling that way?” you argued, vocal muscles protesting against the sudden strain.

He dipped his head slightly. The only sounds in the room were the clock ticking and your hurried breathing. He remained silent for a while, as if debating with himself. “You are conflicted. Fearful. Mourning,” he sighed, his amber eyes losing some of its intensity. “A growing resentment rises within you, wailing, in desperate need of something. A need to understand. A need to be understood.”

You averted your gaze to the glass in your hand. It came as no surprise. He had always been insightful. Was that… guilt that you were experiencing?

“All of these that you’re searching for,” he added quietly. “I don’t think I can give you. I am no human, I do not comprehend the human psyche as profoundly as you do, as one is expected to when bonding.”

“Death, I-”

“It is no sin to leave certain things unsaid,” he carried on. “But perhaps, that was the driving force.”

“Driving force?” you echoed to yourself, eyes instantly widening when it dawned on you his implication. Your cousin. The comfort you were seeking- missing. You sought in them. “Death,” you began, searching his eyes yet unable to read his expression as usual. “I was disoriented,” you reminded him.

“So you were,” he hummed, matter-of-factly. It made you bristle.

“But I wasn’t cheating on you.”

His expression remained impassive. The overwhelming loneliness and desperation returned with a vengeance. “I am not angry-”.

“I will never cheat on you!” you yelled, placing both hands on the table as you leant forward, panting and staring wide-eyed at the horseman. “How could I ever…” you shook your head, disbelief slamming into you. “I could never do that to you. I’m just-” you halted yourself. It’s no use, how could he understand?

“You’re just?” Death prompted, fingers curling onto the surface of the table.

“I was the one thinking you were gonna leave me,” you moaned, clenching your fists. “I’m so scared,” you added lamely.

“And that fear is keeping you in place,” he affirmed softly.

“I know. And yet, I don’t know,” you chuckled dryly, looking away. “I’ve had this fear for a long time and it’s just becoming more intense everyday. I keep thinking, oh I don’t know, that maybe you’ll get bored of me. Maybe you’ll just, just… I don’t know.”

“You have a tendency to utilise that phrase a lot.”

“I know…” you shrugged. “Death... I don’t desire anyone else besides you.”

“And I you.”

You gritted your teeth, “I wish I could understand you sometimes,” you muttered.

Through the corner of your eye, you saw him rub a hand over his mask, making your insides churn even more unpleasantly. “Oh Y/N, come here.” You felt his solid hand grasp your wrist, nudging until you stood up and allowed him to direct you around the table. Once close enough, he snaked a brawny arm around your waist, drawing you to sit on his knee.

Despite yourself, your heart hammered against your chest at this unexpected display of affection. You have always marvelled his physique from a distant, daydreaming and wondering what it would be like to hold him or cuddle him.

“I’m not the easiest being to be with, I understand that,” he brushed a large hand over your scalp, a morose look in his eyes. “My past has always remained concealed and it will remain so for a very long time. But that is not to say that I am intolerant of your emotional needs. The Nephilim are creatures of chaos and destruction. Humans are creatures of emotions and intelligence,” he paused as he drew his other hand to your back, pushing you till your face rested on his shoulder. You let your gaze linger on his deep engraved rune.

“Death,” you murmured. “What we lack is communication.”

You felt him nod. “It was wrong of me to assume that you were in love with another human.”

“I’m sorry too.”

A quiet moment ensured as you both sat still in the dimness of the lounge, relishing in each other’s company. “Guide me Y/N,” he breathed into your hair. “What can I do?”

“Just,” you clutched his shoulders with trembling fingers. “Just hold me?”

Wordlessly, he drew his face back to stare at you, softly taking you in. His eyes creased, that morose look melting into some more affectionate. Lowering his head down, you sighed contentedly at the feel of his firm cheek gently squeezing against yours.

#darksiders #darksiders 2 #darksiders 3 #death #war #strife #fury #cuddle fluff #fluff #angst #boohoo

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