#ok so like it starts out with a frame of this kid digging a grave at the middle of the night

[bagadew]

The Great Ace Attorney Playthrough: The Adventure of the Great Departure (Part 3)

Last Time: We finally found Miss Brett, the English woman who’s present had been erased from the scene of the crime, and dragged her ass to court only to discover that she was a Massively Racist Bitch in a swan hat. After a lot of back and forth it became clear that Dr Watson Wilson actually died of poisoning, and that Miss Brett took advantage of the fact Japan currently doesn’t do autopsy reports to shoot his corpse in the chest and frame me (Ryunosuke) for the murder. Fortunately for us Hosonaga took the bottle from the crime scene, and after needlessly translating Miss Brett for the last hour (and presumably filtering out a lot of questionable content) was only to happy to produce it for the court. Unfortunately for us the poison wasn’t in the bottle, so it’s up to a lady in pink to save the day!

I’m going to roundhouse kick Auchi

I’m liking how everyone else in this room is just as done with Auchi as I am

Our saviour Ryunosuke, that’s who

Oh, that’s not a glass

Is it about poisons?

It is!

Ok so I’m pretty sure that Curare is incredibly powerful and fast acting poison (which lines up with what we know). Unfortunately I think it needs to be injected but I might be mixing it up with something else.

Susato’s actually given me the report now, which is probably a much more sensible way of getting information (rather than me trying to remember what I’ve picked up from Agatha Christie novels), and unfortunately it looks like I remembered correctly about it needing to be injected.

(Side note: how alarming is it that I’ve retained this much knowledge on poisons? I feel the need to explain that I’ve been reading and listening to audio dramatisation of Agatha Christie novels since I was about three, but I feel like that makes it worse)

What is curious though is it’s potential use as an anaesthetic. Given that Dr Wilson had just had a tooth removed with anaesthetic I wonder if there’s a connection there?

I’m not sure what it could be though, unless it turns out Miss Brett Weekend at Berniesed his corpse all the over way from the clinic.

GET HER ASS RYUNOSUKE!!!

Actually wait...

GET HER ASS JUDGE!!!

Auchi if we were to run this courtroom on things you know about we’d be running a kindergarten.

Auchi, you’d never even heard of Curare until I told you about it, be quiet while the grownups are talking.

Yeah, Curare is not a nice poison.

I’m not going to post the full explanation here, but wow, Kazuma’s really going all out with his description!

Also it looks like I misunderstood about it needing to be injected. Everyone’s saying that it can just be swallowed, which I guess that makes sense given how deadly it is.

Miss Brett’s being a bitch again (but what else is new) and Kazuma’s taking none of your shit and telling her that the feeling’s mutual. (Something I would have screenshot, but I was too busy calling Kazuma a legend to press the little square button.)

I knew it, it was only in the glass.

Yeah, now try it again from the glass you took.

Don’t worry Ryunosuke, I got this!

It’s ok Kazuma! Believe in me (Ryunosuke) and our beautiful friendship!

It astounds me too Kazuma, but for once I’m on to something!

Kazuma, please stop saying foreboding things, I need you to survive the next case and you’re already not being helped by the fact that you’re so much better than me. You’re so good you kind of render me, the protagonist, a little bit obsolete in fact.

PENALISED!

I guess I was wrong then! That bottle does somehow contain poison.

Yes Kuzuma, because I’m going to be penalised otherwise!

OH FUCK I’VE GOT IT!!!

I UNDERSTOOD CORRECTLY THE FIRST TIME!!!

IT DOES NEED TO BE PUT INTO THE BLOODSTREAM!!!

AND THE DOCTOR HAD A GAPING WOUND IN HIS MOUTH!!!

WHICH MISS JEZAILLE BRETT ADMITTED SHE KNEW ABOUT!!!

It’s finally time!

Let’s get her!

He’s got it!

GET HER ASS RYUNOSUKE!!!

She’s cracking!

Is it hatred Ryunosuke?

Ah no, my mistake - it’s lawyer rage conviction!

I know I’ve said this a lot but...

GET HER ASS RYUNOSUKE!!!!!!!!!!

HE DID THE THING!!!!!!!!

WE’RE USING HER OWN WORDS AGAINST HER

AND IT FEELS SO GOOD!

Oh good... she’s started laughing

Oh no. We’ve set things into motion haven’t we.

Kazuma, I can’t stress enough how important it is for you to take care of yourself in the case to come.

SHE’S DESTROYING THE EVIDENCE!

You can’t do that!

Oh who am I kidding, this lady’s been dancing on privilege since she walked in.

Oh Ryunosuke I think she might have done...

I knew she felt like an end of game villain!

Auchi’s about to catch these hands!

Kazuma’s telling us to step into our mind palace.

‘Is Kazuma right’, he thinks, as he remembers the blood on the plate.

I don’t know Ryunosuke? Is water wet?

You got it Kazuma!

I mean to be fair it did only just happen.

DID HE STEAL THE PLATE?!?

YES HOSONAGA!!!

YOU BEAUTIFUL GENIUS!!!

I do genuinely love these moments in Ace Attorney though. When everyone works as one to get some untouchable big fry. There’s something very rewarding about the whole thing.

Shit... she swapped it out...

Fortunately my man Hosonaga has everyone’s plates though!

Cheer up Ryunosuke, look, we have steak blood at least. And I’m sure Hosonaga’ll bring us the rest of the plates if we ask nicely. Especially after Miss Brett broke his bottle.

Miss Brett’s now making racist statements again.

But at least I’ve been given the steak to examine!

Bless you Kazuma

Ryunosuke what short of cats have you been looking at!

Get his ass (affectionately) Kazuma!

THE STOLEN COIN!!!

I KNEW SHE SWAPPED THEM!!!

(Also it looks like I was right about it being stolen by Nosa)

Didn’t know that was there, did you Miss Brett?

Now, dig your own grave with your words!

Now it’s time to dob Nosa in it. Sorry Nosa but you were kind of a jerk. Look on the bright side though, now’s your chance to redeem yourself in my eyes, like Hosonaga has!

Old man Korekuna’s armed and pissed!

Nosa I’m sorry. It’s best to throw yourself on his mercy now before I rile him up more. Use your baby to calm him if you must.

NICE CATCH NOSA!

I take everything back, Nosa your complete safe, old man Korekuna has no idea how to use that thing.

Ah, I forgot he was proficient in vase!

(Which I forgot to screenshot)

Never mind Nosa, you’re still screwed!

That is the right face to pull (Nosa not Hosonaga):

Look at him in the corner there. I feel bad now.

It was theft wasn’t it?

...oh Nosa what have you done?

(Kept food on his kids plate probably, given how he can’t afford childcare)

Nosa’s now accusing his infant son of being the mastermind... Sure Nosa, everyone’s bying that.

Either accusing a baby is a panic response, or I don’t need to feel so bad anymore.

Hosonaga how did you not immediately catch this guy?

HE SLIPPED THE COIN UNDER THE STEAK SO IT WOULDN’T BE FOUND WHEN HE WAS SEARCHED!

MISS BRETT’S TRYING TO WEASLE HER WAY OUT TO LUNCH AGAIN!

Oh thank god!

I thought for one terrible second we were letting her go.

(I’ve say it before and I’ll probably say it again, this is an intense first case)

Yes! ‘Her’ steak had a big bite mark in it!

But I thought and English Lady like yourself wouldn’t eat steak that way Miss Brett?

Of course, there’s a difference between the two photos.

I knew I could see the glass in the first one, which means it was taken before Miss Brett rearranged the table!

Oh, now Nosa’s saying that he switched the plates.

I must admit I didn’t expect that, I thought it was something Miss Brett did to remove the bloody evidence.

She’s cracking!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

YEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

IT WAS ALIVE!!!

BABIES!!!

BABIES EVERYWHERE!

Oh god... what’s she planning.

Your honour, she’s already poisoned one person, do you want to be next?

Kiss my ass Miss Brett

Get used to it Auchi.

HAHA!

DAMN KAZUMA

(Editor Note: I am very upset by how poorly my screenshots conveyed Kazuma destroying Auchi’s hairdo with his sword)

Also, were you always hot Kazuma?

Wait no - I can’t be thinking that. The bar for fictional men I like is the floor and if I want Kazuma to continue to live a long, happy, non morally ambiguous life, I need him to not fall into the category of ‘fictional men I find hot’.

For some reason, I picture it being blue and spiky your honour

Wait what’s this about Kazuma having a mission?

Oh fucking hell, I’ve doomed you to moral ambiguity haven’t I Kazuma?

Thank you for the backhanded compliment your honour!

Ooh, petals rather than confetti, that’s a nice touch!

We did it!!!

And most importantly of all, we’re being praised by Kazuma!

Susato! Our saviour! Has turned up, along with her father: the innocent Professor Mikotoba, who I would like to thank and to reiterate that he could never kill anyone!

Seriously though, what was the relationship between him an Dr Wilson?

Ah ok, I simply just had to click on to find out.

So apparently the two of them worked together in the same hospital in London for a while.

OH MY GOD KAZUMA’S TAKING THE SWORD WITH HIM TO GREAT BRITAIN!!!

YES KAZUMA! F THEM UP!!!

(Also if your journey tragically ends in the customs office there’s a non-dead-Kazuma reason for me to go in your place.)

Oh fuck, she got off didn’t she...

I knew it

Of fucking course...

So basically she’s going to get off with a slap on the wrist. That’s what I’m getting from all of this.

Yep

Ah, but what you’ve failed to understand Kazuma is that the British Government and 99% of those people in power, are hypocritical dirtbags who will change the rules to suit them.

OK TEAM LETS GO GET HER ASS!!!

FINAL BOSS! FINAL BOSS!

Now on to the party with Kazuma!

And also Hosonaga apparently. Who is clinging onto his waiter job even though the case he was investigating is solved. Look like Ryunosuke was right about money being tight.

Hosonaga, do you not have a job anymore?

Were your superiors upset when you said ‘fuck the government’ and bought Miss Brett to us? Or was it your one man forensics team shtick that upsets them?

Oh yeah, we never did find that out did we?

Kazuma Asogi I forbid you from charging me with looking after your sister, of for that matter anything, incase something happens to you!

Fortunatly for us Hosonaga is here! Diving in-front of that Kazuma shaped plot bullet with promises of food!

Ryunosuke over here, taking the cases final moments to roast Hosonaga.

I think we’re even now Satoru, my second favorite character.

I don’t want to click to the next text box.

OH FUCK!

Oh wait, false alarm everyone!

I genuinely thought that the case was going to end with something like: but little did I realize that he never would.

Anyway that’s enough worrying about Kazuma! For now let’s enjoy the fact we’ve finished this bastard hard first case!

We’re moving on to Episode 2: The Adventure of the Unbreakable Speckled Band next!

#tgaa spoilers #tgaa #the great ace attorney #the adventure of the great departure #ryunosuke naruhodo #kazuma asougi #satoru hosonaga #jezaille brett #susato mikotoba #yuujin mikotoba

[ejzah]

A/N: This chapter deals with the second part of Little Angels. I tried to trim it down to scenes where it could be from Deeks’ POV.

***

The Agent and the Lawyer, Part 13

“What did Callen say?” Kensi asked, glancing at Deeks briefly before she returned her eyes to the road.

“Andre Maragos has requested a lawyer,” he said dryly. “Do you think he’d accept me?” Kensi snorted at that, glancing at him again. Her eyes were appraising.

“Well, you certainly can look the part of a lawyer a guy like Maragos would hire.”

“Again, not sure if that’s a compliment,” he said with a frown. Instead of making another joke at his expense, she said,

“I really am glad you’re here today. You’re making this whole thing a lot less terrible.”

“Anytime.” He glanced behind them where the transport van was following. “So what do we do if Lucas doesn’t actually know or show us where the bodies are?”

Kensi’s eyes narrowed on the road, her expression deadly. Suddenly, Deeks was very glad that he wasn’t on the receiving end of her rage.

“Then you might have to stop me from shooting him.”

***

“I think this is one of the most horrific things I’ve ever seen,” Deeks muttered to no one in particular. And he’d been party to some pretty awful stuff.

Lucas Maragos had lead them directly to the edge of a small hill, radiating smugness the entire time. It wasn’t clear if he was enjoying bossing them around, or having the opportunity to finally show off his work.

Either way, Deeks was reconsidering his position on guns. He sighed as several forensic experts dug up the spots Maragos had pointed out.

“Mr. Deeks, Agent!” A woman dressed in protective gear said, motioning for them to come over. “We found something.” If her expression was anything to go by, it wasn’t pleasant. Then again, that’s what they were hoping for.

Kensi, who’d been talking with Maragos, hurried over. They both glanced in the small grave, where the skeleton of cat lay.

“Well, now we know he wasn’t lying about the cat part.” Deeks said, holding back a shudder.

“You should call Sam,” Kensi told him, a deep frown growing between her eyebrows. “I’m going to see if I can’t get anything else out of Maragos.”

“Sam, you need to get out here,” he said when the agent picked up.

“So far they’ve found the remains of five cats,” Kensi said once Callen and Sam had arrived. “Lucas isn’t being particularly helpful at the moment. He keeps repeating that his brother is responsible.”

Sam and Callen shared a dark look, something unspoken flowing between them. There was clearly something going on with Sam, but now was definitely not the time to ask about.

“Any other sites?” Sam demanded.

“You should ask my brother, these are his,” Lucas responded, apparently trying to appear genuine.

“You seem to be enjoying the attention. Give me the keys.” He directed the last part to Kensi, grabbing the keys to Lucas’ cuffs from her.

“Is that a good idea?” Deeks asked as Sam unlocked the handcuffs. Lucas’ legs were still bound, but Deeks didn’t trust the man not to make a run for it. Or try something more violent.

Kensi caught his eye, shaking her head as Sam dragged Maragos several feet away, ignoring the man’s protests. Sam seemed to just barely be holding himself back from inflicting physical damage. Callen watched it all with obvious concern, but didn’t attempt to intervene.

“Does Sam have a personal history with this guy or something?”

“No,” Callen answered shortly. Sam returned a few minutes with Lucas, who actually seemed a little frightened and was in a much more sharing mood

Deeks could only imagine what Sam had used to gain his cooperation and that worried him.

How strong could the team’s case be if they resorted to threats and potential violence?

***

“What do we now?” Deeks asked, as they drove to the mission.

They’d found the remains of the third girl who was originally buried, but not Amanda. Both Lucas and Andre had proven uncooperative, blaming the other for the murders.

Then Andre had made an ill-planned attempt to leave the country with his family. It was certainly suspicious behavior, but they’d taken a swab from Andre and it didn’t match any of the DNA on the remains.

They also had a signed statement from Andre’s mistress and a home video the two had made. Deeks could have happily lived without ever seeing Andre Maragos naked. To say that Sam had not been pleased when they interrupted his interrogation with Andre to tell him would be an understatement.

“We look at the evidence again. We look for what we missed before,” she said and then sighed deeply. “And we pray that we come up with something before Amanda runs out of time.”

As they watched the video of Amanda for the countless time, it was not lost on Deeks that they were grasping at straws.

“Hey, take a look at this,” Sam said suddenly, pointing to a bare finger that was just visible at the edge of the video. There was a note of something close to excitement in his voice. “When he picked up the camera, he took off his glove.”

“Different MO,” Callen said. “Makes sense, glove would have been shredded after all the digging.” Sam wasn’t about to be talked down from whatever idea he had. Kensi walked over as Deeks stood up, to get a better look at the screen.

“Hear me out on this, G. What does this guy do with his gloves afterwards?”

“Well, first thing you would, uh, burn ‘em, shred ‘em. It’s full of DNA.”

“What if he’s going fast, got careless?” Sam continued, sounding like he was telling a story. “Left a glove behind, like in a box or in the dirt in the hole.”

“The case is closed,” Deeks said immediately. “I mean, we catch him the second we find that glove.”

“But there is no glove,” Kensi said, echoing Deeks’ own thoughts.

“We don’t know that,” Sam said and Deeks heard warning bells going off in his head. “Maybe neither does the killer. He’s going fast, he’s scared, he tosses everything only to realize, he left a glove behind.”

“Right, but he didn’t,” Deeks said, not liking where this was going at all. What Sam was suggesting was sketchy at best.

“We could make him believe that he did,” Callen said, nodding in agreement with Sam.

“What if it doesn’t stand up in court though?” Deeks asked, thinking of how he’d tear apart “evidence” like that.

“We’ll do whatever it takes to make it stick,” Kensi said as Sam instructed Eric to modify the video. He turned them out for a minute, distracted by his concerns.

“You’ll need to sell it to Lucas Maragos, Deeks,” Sam said, drawing him out of his thoughts. “Make him believe that the glove is real. We’ll do the same with his brother.”

“Me?” Deeks repeated, startled by the suggestion, especially coming from Sam.

“You’ve already got a connection with him. It’ll be easier than if Callen or I do it. Kensi will back you up if you need it.”

***

“I do not like this,” Deeks muttered, his voice barely audible as they waited in the interview room again.

“You’ll be fine,” Kensi said. “And it’s for Amanda.” She flashed a warning look his way as the sound of guards drew closer and he pressed his lips together, holding back any further comments.

He pulled in a slow, shallow breath, trying to calm himself. This was no different that cross examining a difficult witness. He just had to play to his audience, frame the story they needed to hear, and pretend he believed every word he said.

Deeks snapped his eyes back open the second the guards were at the door, adopting a relaxed posture as they led Lucas in. Kensi said nothing as he opened the laptop on the table, started the DVD with Amanda’s video, and sat next to Lucas Maragos.

“See that little sucker right there? It’s a glove that got left in the dirt,” he told the man. Lucas’ eyes were laser focused to the screen, a change from his earlier careless attitude. “And it is filled with DNA.”

He didn’t glance at Kensi, putting all of his attention on Lucas. Deeks hoped he wasn’t playing it up too much. Maragos cleared his throat after a moment, now looking anywhere but at the laptop.

“I don’t know why you’re showing me this,” he said. Kensi leaned forward then.

“Because when we get a DNA match, we’ll be able to find your partner. And believe me, we’ll get him to turn on you,” she said, her matter of fact tone chilling.

“You can take him back,” Deeks called to the guards. “But let us know if he has decides to talk. Who knows, he might be able to escape a death sentence.”

It was only after they were outside again that he allowed himself to let out a shaking breath.

“You ok?” Kensi asked, eyeing him with concern.

“Yeah.” He was surprised to find it was true.

“Eric’s calling,” she said, putting her phone to her ear and had a rushed and confusing conversation. She shoved the phone in her pocket and started jogging towards the SUV. “Eric says we need to get to Angeles Forest now. Callen and Sam are following someone in one of Andre’s vehicles.”

***

“I can’t believe it was Andre’s kids,” Deeks said, shaking his head as Kensi returned from putting the younger boy in the back of an LAPD cruiser. He knew they were hardly the first to commit a heinous crime, but it was still shocking.

“I guess they learned a lot from their Uncle,” Kensi said darkly.

“What will happen to them?” Deeks had defended juvenile clients before, though never one charged with attempted murder. And in his own experience, the courts could be pretty brutal when it came to kids.

“Well, I’d guess their dad is going to higher them the best lawyers he can find,” Kensi started. “And then it depends on how they’re charged. I could see the FBI wanting to try them as adults, but I doubt it’ll go through.”

“I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed,” he said and Kensi rolled her eyes.

“C’mon, we’ve got lots of reports to file.

“Not me, I’m just a legal consultant.” Kensi made a rude noise at this.

“Nice try. You never get out of paperwork. And if you don’t do it, Hetty will hunt you down. And no one wants Hetty hunting them down.

***

“You know, you did really well today. I was surprised, but you did good,” Kensi told him as they walked out of the mission, taking their time.

It had been eye opening to watch Deeks question Lucas. She had expected him to hold back and certainly hadn’t considered that he would taunt Lucas. The images he’d produced had been horrifying, and affective during their first interview.

“I think you’ll find I’m full of surprises, sugar bear,” he said, grinning that annoying smirk of his. Kensi held up a hand, turning to face him so he was forced to stop in the middle of the hall.

“Woah, sugar bear? I don’t think so.”

“What, I think it’s very appropriate. You’re very sweet and-“

“And you are absolutely forbidden from calling me that anywhere another person might hear it,” she finished for Deeks, shaking her head. Of course, now she’d left herself wide open to being called “sugar bear” in private.

“What about “Princess”?” he asked, undaunted by her implied wrath. She started walking again before he could see her slight smile. Their shoulders brushed as they walked, an unnecessary physical reminder of Deeks’ presence. Technically, it violated the rules of their bet, but Deeks didn’t mention it.

“Definitely not.” Before he could suggest something even more ridiculous she said, “Be serious for a second. Ok? I know that defusing tension is a big thing for you, but I really need to know how you’re doing.”

He sighed and this time he was the one to stop. He tossed his head back for a second and it was amazing how suddenly his face transformed. She saw the weariness and a surprising amount of anger that he’d hidden for the majority of the case.

“I’m...good,” he decided after a pause. “Which I know is weird to say. I didn’t realize how much I needed to see someone like Lucas Maragos get what he deserves.”

“So we didn’t scare you off with our serial killers?” She was actually curious; he’d been obviously horrified, but not nearly as much as she’d expected. He’d dealt with the possibility of seeing girls buried alive better than many seasoned Agents would.

“I mean, the kids following in their uncle’s footsteps is pretty awful, but again, I’m glad they’re not out there hurting more people. I don’t see nearly enough of that as a lawyer. And it’s even worse if you’re a public defender or district attorney.”

“And here I thought you’d be running out of here after a couple days,” she said.

They were in the parking garage now, which was mostly deserted and had stopped walking again. Kensi found she was reluctant to go to her own vehicle.

“You’re not going to get rid of me that easily Kensi Marie Blye,” he said, then made a face that she recognized meant he was holding something back.

“What?”

“Nothing...just um,” He rubbed his chin before continuing, “How often do you threaten people or make up evidence to get results?” She nodded, knowing he was thinking of the way Sam had treated Maragos and the planted glove.

“Sometimes you do what you have to,” she said simply. “The important thing is that we found Amanda in the end.” He still looked serious, so she cleared her throat and added, “And now, I think you owe me some Mexican. I’m calling in my first special delivery. I expect it on my doorstep in an hour.” She did a smug little dance to accompany her victory.

Deeks rolled his eyes, chuckling under his breath.

“Yes, technically you did win,” he agreed. “Although I would point out that if this wasn’t such a tense case, you would have been all over me.”

“Those sound like the words of a loser,” Kensi teased, ignoring the thought of being “all over him”. Deeks scrunched his face at her.

“You are a very annoying winner.” Kensi grinned at him. His hair was more disheveled than normal after tramping around in the heat all day and his light blue shirt was now untucked. He looked anything but a high price lawyer. He also looked completely delectable.

“But as I am a man of my word-“ Kensi grasped the sides of his face, cutting him off mid-word as she kissed him roughly, pushing her tongue past his lips and letting out a sigh when his hands settled on her waist.

“Oops, I guess I lost,” Kensi gasped out several moments later. She stepped back from him, her skin feeling flushed and a deep need running though her body. His answering grin was breathtaking as he pulled her back to his chest.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #sam hanna #g callen #the agent and the lawyer #part 13 #au #little angels #ejzah fanfiction

[shadowsndaisies]

Chocolate

a/n: cute lil idea that came to mind :) enjoy!                                 masterlist

It was storming in Gotham and nobody, not even the Joker, was crazy enough to be out tonight. Bruce had called right before the power went out telling us to keep indoors tonight. I had been at Jason’s all day helping him with some spring cleaning and decided to spend the night, knowing I’d have to walk through the storm to get home. We lit candles and turned on a few lanterns throughout the apartment and were chilling on his couch. His laptop was open on the coffee table and playing a movie we found in his DVD’s.

“Do you know why I love chocolate?” I asked Jason suddenly, my foot lightly nudging his side as we sat on opposite ends. We were currently in the process of consuming anything in his fridge that could melt or go bad.

“Because it’s sweet?” he guessed, his eyes still trained on the screen.

“Well, obviously, but it’s more than that,” I begin, moving to sit up. I reached over to the computer and hit the space button to pause the movie, gaining his full attention. “There are so many different kinds of chocolate and just about all of them are amazing. Chocolate is like the steadiest part of my life that’s also too good and too established to change. It’s here when I’m celebrating when I need a pick me up, or when I’m moody, it’s basically my safety net…” I trail now staring at the small square in my hand.

It’s silent for a moment as Jay takes in everything I’ve said and then he starts to laugh, cackle, really.

“Laugh all you want Todd,” I call out. “Chocolate’s my best friend,” I smirk as he shuts up.

“Sorry doll, but that’s my job,” he huffed a small pout on his lips.

“Not anymore,” I smiled taking the last bite of the delectable treat in my hand. “Chocolate doesn’t laugh at me.”

Suddenly his hands are around me and his fingers are digging into my sides. He had launched himself over the middle of the couch to be on top of me as he tickled me, causing me to lay down and squirm against his hold. Despite trying my best not to laugh, the giggles begin to spill from my lips on their own accord.

“St….sto….Stop! Stop! Jay! Please!” I wheezed out between laughs as his fingers refused to let up on their torturous ways.

“Not until you take it back, and say out loud that I Jason Peter Todd am a better best friend than chocolate can ever hope to be,” he stated with a dramatic flair to his tone as I continued to gasp for air in between my fits of laughter.

My sides now had that dull pain to them as my abdomen continued to spasm as Jay was still tickling me. “Ok!” I huffed out. “I’ll say it, just stop!” I begged.

“Gotta say it first doll,” he smirked, still above me.

“You’re better!” I squeaked. “You’re my best friend!” I panted as he slowly ended his attack, his hands still pressed against my waist, waiting for me to either finish his request or continue tickling me if I refuse to give in. “You’re a better best friend than chocolate. Jay...” I sighed as I caught my breath.

My eyes shut as I tried to get my breathing back to normal, when it had evened out enough they fluttered open and met Jason’s blue orbs. His hands were still around my waist and he was still basically atop of me as he looked at me.

“Oh god, you’re the worst,” I huffed, pushing him back to his side of the couch as I sat up, my sides still sore.

“Correction, I’m your best friend,” He winked settling comfortably on his side.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night Todd,” I smirked.

He moved towards me once again but this time to dodge him I tumbled, ungracefully, to the floor beside the couch, landing with a thud.

“Are you okay?” he laughed, he was now spread out on the couch, looking down at me.

“Lovely,” I groaned and my skin prickled with goosebumps from the cold.

While in my blanket burrito I was surrounded by warmth, plus the warmth that Jay provides all on his own, here, on the cold hardwood floors of his apartment with no power to fuel the heater, I was already freezing. Bringing my hands to support me I wobbled into a point where I was able to use them to stabilize myself as I stood up. I took the few steps that put me back on the couch and slipped into blankets beside Jason. He opened his arm to envelop me which I was thankful for.

“The fuck?” he asked softly. “You were out for like 20 seconds how’re you this cold?” his voice was shocked as my skin came in contact with his, his arm that wrapped around me pulled me even closer.

“I freeze easy,” I mutter, snuggling back into him.

“Understatement of the year,” he laughed, still holding me tight.

A smile danced on my lips as we slowly fell asleep to the sound of the rain hitting the outside.

I felt warm and content as somebody began shaking me, cracking my eyes open slightly I notice I turned while I slept last night because now I was face to face with Jason’s chest. He was the one who was shaking me slightly.

“Morning, doll,” He whispered and my cheeks burned due to our proximity. “Sorry to wake you, but uh I’ve really gotta use the can…” he trailed and I realized how I was laying partially atop of him.

“Sorry, Jay,” I hummed sitting up slightly, wobbling on the end.

“Careful, don’t want you falling again,” he laughed holding onto my hips.

“C’mon you know gravity and I have a complicated relationship,” I joke standing up.

“Better than most,” he admitted standing and walking towards his bathroom, stretching as he went, and from here I could see how his back flexed as he stretched and my cheeks burned a bit brighter as I realized I was admiring a bit more than a friend should.

Shaking my head I walk to the kitchen and check the lights, they flicker on and I smiled at the simplicity of knowing the lights were once again working. I made myself a glass of water and as I walked back towards the couch the door was being knocked on. Setting the cup down I rushed to the door and opened it. In front of me was Dick, Tim, and Damian, they all had raised eyebrows at seeing me.

“G’morning boys,” I smile moving aside so they can all enter.

“Hey,” Dick hugged me coming in.

“I was about to cook some breakfast, you guys hungry?” I asked walking back to the kitchen.

“Always,” Tim smiled heading for Jay’s coffee machine.

“Doesn’t that t-shirt belong to Todd?” Damian asked suddenly and I nearly dropped the carton of eggs I pulled from the cooler that Jay had set up for perishables last night.

“Yes it does,” Jason called walking back into the room and spotting his brothers, also saving me from embarrassing myself anymore.

“I got this if you want to shower,” he said grabbing the eggs from me.

“M’kay,” I hummed walking off, ruffling Damian styled hair as I went, receiving a “tt” in response.

I walked into Jay’s room and opened the bottom drawer, pulling clothes that I’d left on numerous occasions. Before heading into the bathroom. I was in no rush but nor did I dilly dally as I went, I used Jay’s shampoo and then my conditioner, another item I had long since brought but Jay seemed to be the one who’d restock on it every now and again. As the shower shut off I could hear the boys in the kitchen.

“-she practically lives here!” you heard Dick argue.

“And?” Jay asked as if expecting more from his brother.

You paused, you knew they were talking about you. What other female lived in Jay’s apartment more than you did, nobody. Still, you held your breath curious about what they were discussing and how it concerned you, it probably wasn’t smart. To eavesdrop on them but then again you knew they were talking about you.

“And?” Tim questioned back. “And what? She’s just your best friend?” he mocked.

There it was, the topic was your relationship to Jay, it’s been something everybody’s been pushing. And there was something there, after years of being best friends after dealing with his death and then his return from the grave nobody in the world could compare in your heart to Jason Peter Todd.

“Don’t mock me, kid. And drop it okay, (y/n) and I, whatever we are. Best friends or something else it’s up to us. Me and her, everybody else can back the fuck off,” his voice was tense as if this were a reoccurring thing.

Babs, Steph, and Cass had all prodded me earlier this week asking about our relationship and now I could see his brothers were doing just as his sisters had with me. Shaking my head I ran a hand through my damp hair as I exited the room and walked back to the boys.

Breakfast was basic, Dick had come over, more to check on us than anything else. Both of Jason and mines phones had died last night and we had been unable to charge them. He had also been the one to drag Tim and Damian along. After we ate we lounged around his apartment. I talked animals with Damian, and a bit of politics and news with Tim as Dick and Jason sat at the kitchen island discussing something. Every now and again my eyes would flick to Jason, about an hour later Jason made eye contact with me and I sent him a small lazy lopsided smile, one that he returned.

His brothers left a bit after that and I began getting my stuff together, I had an evening event for work tonight that I had to go get ready for.

“Hey, where you going?” Jason asked as I picked my bag up around 3 in the afternoon.

“Home, I have a work thing later on,” I told him grabbing my jacket.

“What thing?”

“Some charity gala, I’m positive Bruce’ll be there,” I smile.

“Oh…” was all he said.

“See ya later Todd,” I bid him as he hugged me before I left.

A few hours later I was all decked out, a stunning (f/c) dress was wrapped around my figure paired with matching heels. My makeup was minimal as I so preferred it to be, my hair fell in big loose curls in a high ponytail with a few loose, face-framing curls. Stepping out of my car I flattened out my dress and gave myself a once over in the camera of my phone before slipping it in my clutch and heading to the elevator. Using my FOB I got up to the top and started doing some last minute touch-ups. Soon enough guests started to fill in and then the ballroom was packed. People were schmoozing other people out of checks and donations. I spotted Mr. Wayne early on but only was able to send him a smile and a wave before another cluster of people surrounded him.

Eventually, people had drifted apart and I was left alone, collapsing back at my table my hand went down to rub my ankles. The shoes I had chosen, while pretty, I was beginning to regret as my feet began to ache into pain.

“You know you could ditch the heels, doll,” A voice said sitting down beside me and a smile played on my lips, he was the only one who ever called me that.

“You know what they say, Jay. Beauty is pain and shit,” I laugh humorlessly while glaring at the shoes. “I thought you hated galas?” I ask looking back up to him.

“I do, especially when all the rats climb out of the sewer to slick back their hair with oil and try to schmooze money from each other with lies,” Jason's eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd.

“Gee, thanks. It’s not like I spent months putting this together,” I sighed, slouching into my chair.

“But…” he trailed, gaining my attention once more. “I like you more than I hate these things,” he winked.

A smile came to my lips at this, bad boy Jason “I came back from hell” Todd came to gala because he liked me more. “So how long till you duck out and leave?” I smirk knowing he won't last long.

“Depends, how much of this shit do you still have to do?” he countered.

“I think I’m actually done, at least, until somebody calls for me to fix whatever crap they messed up,” I puffed, blowing one of the big curls out of my face.

“You’re done?” he repeated.

“Basically,” I smiled.

“Go on a date with me,” he said.

It wasn’t a question and it didn’t have to be, not at this point. At this point, the only ones who weren’t aware that Jay and I whatever we may be were more than friends, was Jay and me.

“Just like that?”

“What more do you need. I got you and you got me. Let’s go, right now. We can get some dinner and head back to my place for movie night, maybe dessert,” his eyebrows wiggled at the end and a loud laugh slipped passed my lips.

“Have you no shame, Mr. Todd?” I smiled.

“Not with you, doll,” he winked.

“Okay,” I nodded. “Let’s go.”

He stood up first and offered me his arm as we slowly slipped from the center of the room towards an exit.

“(Y/n)!” I heard someone shout and Jason stared at me as I stared into the crowd.

“Run,” I whispered pushing him, hastily, towards the exit.

“Woah, Woah, Woah. Wait, doll. You plus running in heels will only end badly,” he said stopping me.

One hand came up to his shoulder as the other slipped to my ankle and pulled the tie loose. Quickly I undid the other and as I let go of Jay I heard my name once more.

“Run,” He agreed to grab my hand and pulling me along.

We weaved through the remaining crowds before we got to the door. As we went through Bruce made eye contact with us before raising an eyebrow. My name was shouted once more and Bruce sent me “go,” as he stepped towards the source. I felt like a teenager all over again as Jay and I ran, we were a laughing mess as we stumbled into the elevator.

Catching our breath we faced each other Jay’s hand was still firmly grasping mine. Looking up into his eyes I found him staring at me. “Is this for real?” I asked watching him carefully.

“You and I have always been real, (y/n),” he muttered as a thumb brushed against my cheekbone.

“Is this date for real?” I restated.

“Yeah…” he whispered. “Yeah, it is.”

A smile broke my lips as the elevator dinged. We stepped out and I saw Jason’s bike, “Oh hell no,” I said stopping him.

“C’mon you’ve ridden on my bike before,” he teased.

“Not in an expensive dress,” I counter.

“I’ll pay for your dry cleaning,” he winked sitting down on the bike.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip before I felt myself give in and get on behind him. He handed me his helmet and my arms wrapped around his torso, holding tight onto the edge of his tuxedo jacket. He didn’t have to ask and I didn’t have to offer where to go, we went where we always go. Maeve’s Dinner on 4th avenue, Miss M was the nicest lady you’d ever meet and her husband Joe was just as wonderful. Jay and I had stumbled into their dinner years ago when trying our best to avoid the rain that had suddenly started dumping.

Jason pulled up into a parking spot and together we walked in, the small bell ringing as Jay opened the door for me.

“I’ll be with-” Miss M began before catching sight of us. “Oh, you two, go ‘head your tables open,” she waved at us.

“Our table,” I mused aloud.

“Honestly, nobody eats here as much as we do. And we only ever eat right here, in this booth,” he smirked sliding across from me.

“True,” I laughed.

A few minutes later Miss M came by and gave Jay a beer and me an iced tea, the same thing we always ordered.

“Thank you, Miss M,” I smiled up to the kind old lady.

“Anything for you two sugars, I sent your orders in already, anything else?” she asked and Jay and I shared a look. We both had made our way through the entire menu together before deciding on what we like the best, it soon became our “usual”.

“Nah, I think we’re good,” Jay answered.

“Alrighty,” she laughed before walking off.

I turned back to Jason and saw he was once again staring at me, I could only stare back.

“(Y/n), you know I wasn’t trying to be demanding when I-” he began as if he owed me an explanation, but I cut him off.

I leaned across the table moving our drinks out of the way before grabbing his tie and pulling him closer.

“Just kiss me,” I whispered as we got close enough, and he did.

After everything the two of us had been through, after years of being in love with each other and years of simply being there, this was the only step left for us to take.

However, off by the kitchen counter, the two didn’t know but Joe and Maeve had watched the interaction, had seen the kiss.

“Lord at last,” Joe laughed, shaking his head.

“Hush, now baby. Let the sugars enjoy their moment,” She smiled at her husband. “And make ‘em a milkshake on the house.”

“Yes ma’am, what flavor?” he asked tapping the counter.

“For those two,” she began looking at the two twenty-something-year-olds. “Only chocolate would suffice.”

#Jason Peter Todd #jason #peter #todd #jason todd #robin number 2 #2nd robin #red #hood #the #the red hood #red hood #cute #chocolate #fluff #smiles #dates #meant to be #fate #ms. m #maeve #joe #milkshake #chocolate milkshake #milkshakes #drinks #gala #bruce wayne #bruce #wayne

[sceawere]

promises | john shelby

anon requested reader being super pregnant and john dealing with the kids

John took his time down the street, racing what was left of his cig to the door. He’d promised he wouldn’t smoke while you were pregnant but after the week he’d had he needed something on the way back. Being stuck in the van with the rest of the lads, none of who had promises to keep of their own, was torture. So he’d bummed one off Tommy with a strict warning that he wouldn’t tell his wife about the smoke unless he wanted his wife to know about the grave they’d had to dig.

The trip had been a clusterfuck to say the least, but it had ended well, and the business was sorted. The last bit of business before the baby was due. He was a free man now, for at least a couple of months, no big deals coming their way. Just day-to-day. Practically the 9-5 office job he’d planned on when you first got married. Almost.

“I promise you a boring life after this last job”. Broken.

“I promise you no more kids after this last one”. Broken.

“I promise I won’t smoke after this last one”. Broken.

He’d promised you he’d be home before the weekend though. 11.42pm on Friday night. Finish this smoke a bit quicker and he wouldn’t break that promise, at least. One for one.

He turned his head as a door clicked down the street, light pouring out onto the damp slabs. A kid stepped out and padded their bare feet across the cobbles. A kid who looked suspiciously-

“Georgey!”

He swung around, taking off towards him.

“Dad!”

John threw the stub behind him, heaving out the smoke before George could get into his space. He practically tackled him, arms gripped around his waist. John laughed, wrapping his hands around his head and lifting his face.

“Miss me, then? What you doing out of bed, if your mum catches you-”

“Mum sent me for Pol”

John scowled, crouching down in front of him.

“Why what’s happening?”

George shrugged, dropping his face.

“She’s been crying a lot today. Will won’t stop crying either”

John sighed, wiping a hand over his face.

“It’s late. You should be in bed”

“Will woke me up. It’s only over the street. She said she’d watch me from the window”

John stood and stepped off the pavement, sure enough seeing your shadow bouncing behind the lace. He lifted his hand but the shadow disappeared. He flicked his eyes down to George, running his tongue into his cheek.

“Right, up to bed, mister. Come on” he flicked his hand towards the door and shuffled him in, locking it tight behind them.

He dropped his cap onto the table, shrugging his jacket off his tired limbs. George hovered on the bottom of the stairs until John followed on. They ascended together, out of step, both trying to tip-toe as quietly as possible on the creaky steps.

“Eh, here” John reached out to grab his chin, pulling him backwards to lay a kiss on top of his head. He tapped his cheek and sent him off with a whisper.

“You’re a good lad”

“Night, dad”

“Night”

He made sure the door was pulled to before he carried on down the hallway, the light creeping out from under the frame as he approached. He took a second before he turned the handle, stepping into the warmth of your room.

You were bent over the crib, a forearm on each side with your arms crossed over the gap so you could lay your head there. The empty Moses basket sat next to it on its stand, a prominent reminder of the short time left.

William kicked out, the blankets moving away as he giggled. John heard your sigh and stepped over, rubbing his hand over your back.

“Come on, bed”

“He’s not asleep yet” your tone was flat, exhausted.

“I’ll watch him”

“He’ll just cry for me anyway”

“You’re dead on your feet”

He heard you scoff, bringing his hand around to support your belly as you lifted yourself to standing. Your hands were planted on each side of the crib, gripping at the wooden slats, a grimace as you straightened.

You flicked your eyes over to the clock on the cupboard.

“Well, would you look at that? Almost 5 whole minutes to spare”

John pursed his lips but kept in a comment, knowing how exhausted you were. You turned away from him, guiding yourself to settle in the rocking chair. You sighed again, eyes closed, as you sat back. He moved to lean his hip against the crib, tickling a finger under Will’s little chin. He smiled when he giggled again, rolling his eyes up when you whispered.

“Is everyone ok?”

“Yeah”

You nodded, eyes closing again. He moved in to tuck the blanket back around Will, resting against the slats as he bent.

“You, little one, need to go to sleep. Your mum’s knackered”

“And sweating. And aching. And crying”

“And complaining”

He laughed when you raised a tired hand to flip him off, not even altering the tempo of your sleepy rock. Will’s eyes were blinking when he looked back down, wiggling his little spine with a grizzle.

“See, he’s tired as well. He’ll be off in a bit, I promise”

“Stop fucking promising shit” you knocked your head back as you whispered, undoing the ties of your gown, and flopping your arms over the rests.

“I’m gonna melt. Fuck labour, this babies going to melt out of me. Just…” you motioned a flow with your arms and John smirked, rubbing slow circles over Will’s belly to soothe him.

“Good, might mean I won’t get to meet ‘em with a black eye this time”

“Not bloody likely”

“No. Want to hear summat good?”

“I’ve been dreaming about the foot in my liver this whole time?”

“Wills asleep”

You stalled your rock, peeking one eye open.

“Oh…thank….the fucking lord”

John smiled, going to stand but you shot your hand out.

“If you fucking move away from that child and they wake up, I’m cutting your balls off and decorating the hall with them”

John furrowed his brow at you, shaking his head. He lifted his hands slowly, as if someone were pointing a gun at him, and smirked when he tucked them behind his head. You flicked your eyes between him and the baby, licking your lips when he didn’t move after a minute.

“Fine. They’re safe this time”

He stepped forward, dropping to kneel before you. He dropped his head into your lap, lifting a hand to either side of you belly. You rubbed over the back of his scalp, your nails scraping ever so slightly.

“You need a haircut, you look a scruff”

His body jolted with the chuckle he let out and your smile crept across your face.

“I told you before you went”

“I was gone a week. One bloody week”

“Yeah and everyday felt like one of its own”

He rolled his head up, your eyes fluttering as they met.

“I was watching him. Out in the street. He only had to go over to Pol’s door. It’s only 20 odd steps, I counted, even with his little feet”

“I know”

“I didn’t just…send him off, I’m not-“

“I know”

“Will just wouldn’t stop fucking crying and I didn’t know what to do and Pol said-“

“I know” his tone got more insistent with each explanation and you nodded to him.

“I was about to lose my rag and he came knocking on asking what he should do and I just…needed some help”

“I’m home now. I’m going nowhere ‘til this is done. I promise”

The edge of your lips pulled up before you wiped at your eyes with one hand, the other still toying with the back of his neck.

“Am I a good mum?”

“Course you fucking are”

“He wouldn’t stop crying. He hasn’t cried like that since he was a baby-baby”

“He was missing his dad”

“Fuck you”

John laughed at the pace of your tone, meeting your forehead when you bent to him.

“Please don’t leave again”

“Told you, I’m going nowhere”

“I can’t do this alone”

“Course you could”

“No, Johnny-“

“You get like this, at the end. Every time” he knocked his forehead lightly against yours, more of a rub.

“Don’t do that. I didn’t lose my brain just because I got a baby in me”

“When did I say that?” he pulled his head back and you sighed, rolling your head away slightly. He moved his head to meet your eyes.

“The night before Georgey was born you paced so much the floorboards nearly gave out, you kept telling me how big of a mistake we’d made. How we were going to be shit parents. And tonight that little lad, the one we raised, he got out of bed to see if his mum was alright and went off into the night to find someone who could help her. We did fine”

“His brother shot him with your gun and he’s scarred for life” you delivered with a flat tone, blinking off into space.

“Well, that’s why I didn’t bring Joe up, weren’t it?”

You couldn’t help the smile that came to your face, lips pursed together to try to hold in your laugh as it spread. He nodded back at you, shuffling closer to rub over your belly.

“Joe’s a little trooper, and a half decent shot already” you gave him a warning look “even though you spent the whole day he was born fretting you weren’t ready for another.

When Katty were born, you said you didn’t know shit about raising girls but I say you learned pretty quick because she ran half this street before she were on her own feet.

And that little one there-“

He turned to his side, lifting onto his knee to point at the crib.

“Is in a warm bed, with a full belly, sleeping like a rock. Because he’s got a mum who gives a shit, even when she’s fucking knackered, running after three little bastards, with another one in her. So don’t give me shit about whether you’re a good mum or not”

A tear fell from your eye and quickly turned into a stream as you started up again.

“Just when I managed to fucking plug ‘em, John”

He smiled, dotting kissed over your cheeks, wedging your face between his hands. He pulled back, lifting himself and taking your hands. He guided you up slowly, leading you over to the bed. You crawled in as he went about switching off the lamps, undressing, and cracking the window for you. He gave one last look to Will in the crib, tapping a finger on the side of the empty basket as he walked past.

You breathed in deep as he snuggled up next to you, arm wrapping around your belly.

“Have you been smoking?”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders imagine #|writing #john shelby

[everyfairydies]

Meet Sabbath

One-Shot Rating: PG SPN Timeline: 1st Series Characters: Dean and Sam Winchester, Sabbath Nolyreux Warnings: Coarse language, horror themes Prompt: Sabbath meets Sam Sam fired the shotgun, the rock salt shells exploding into the form racing towards him. With a shriek, it dissipated into ragged tatters of shadow which slowly faded. Dean stumbled to his feet from where the ghost had thrown him across the room, rubbing the back of his head and fumbling to regain his grip on the iron poker in his hand.   “Think it's gone?” He asked his brother. “No idea,” Sam replied tersely, turning slowly on the spot, gun at the ready. As the two moved to stand back-to-back, the pictures on the wall started shaking. A moan unrolled across the room, causing the furniture to vibrate. The moan rose in pitch and volume, developing into an ear-piercing shriek which made the glass in the pictures frames crack. Sam and Dean involuntarily covered their ears in a vain attempt to muffle the noise. Suddenly, across the room, the manifestation appeared, outraged by the brothers’ attempt to destroy it. How dare these impudent children seek to end what life remained to it? It had haunted this house for over 100 years, and these two boys believed they could simply waltz in here and destroy its home? They would be punished, and soon see for themselves just how difficult life within the veil was. The ghost gestured at Sam, sending him flying across the room and crashing into the far wall. Before he could get up, the ghost gestured again and sent him sliding head-first into a heavy dining table. He didn’t get up. “Hey!” Dean yelled at the ghost, burying his concern for his brother and repressing an urge to race over and check that he was still alive. He raised the poker in his hands baseball bat style. “You wanna dance, Casper? Then let’s dance.”   The ghost sneered at him and gestured disdainfully. Dean felt the poker fall from his hands as he too was thrown across the room and sent crashing into a bookcase. As he fell, the back of his head slammed into the floor with a sickening crack. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he lay still. The ghost hovered closer, glee twisting its features. It floated above Sam, pondering for a moment exactly how to kill the two brothers. So intent on its plotting was the creature, that it failed to notice the new presence in the room until, as it reached down to grab Sam, a voice behind him spoke. “Jesus, can't you two do anything without incurring serious cranial injury?” Sam groaned and slowly opened his eyes. His head pounded and he felt bruised all over. As he sat up, rubbing the back of his neck, he frowned, immediately noticing something wrong but unable to put his finger on it. As his vision cleared, he looked around at his surroundings, an astonished look on his face. He reached over and shook Dean. “Dean, Dean!”   Dean muttered and swiped lazily at his brother.   “Dude, wake up!”   “Huh? Wha? I'm up, I'm up,” Dean spoke and sat up before his eyes were fully open. As he felt the mattress beneath him, he finally peeled open his eyelids and stared in amazement at their ratty hotel room. “How the hell did we get here?” Sam asked his brother, doing his best not to freak out. “The last thing I remember is being in that house, and that ghost slamming me head-first into a table.” Sam stood and paced a turn around the room. Dean rubbed an eye. “Yeah, and I was rammed into a bookcase. So-“ “So how the hell did we end up back here?” Sam snapped, frustrated and a little creeped out. “More to the point,” Dean said, rising and looking at himself, “who played doctor on us? I’m telling ya, it better have been a hot chick in a nurse’s uniform.” He shuddered. “Ugh, I feel so violated.” Sam looked down at himself, suddenly realising Dean was right. Both of them were wearing different clothes from what they had been when they'd left to check that house. Instead of jeans and three layers of flannel, they were both dressed in track pants and loose shirts. And they'd been tended to. There was a bandage around Dean’s hand, and Sam could feel that his ribs had been taped up. They were also both clean, and a quick look in the bathroom showed a neat pile of used towels, and their blood-stained clothes soaking in the bathtub. “Dude,” Sam asked in exasperation, “what the hell happened?” Dean shook his head. “I have no-.” He stopped as he caught sight of an iridescent throwing knife jammed upright in middle of the kitchenette table. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” he muttered as he moved over to inspect it. “What?” Sam followed his brother’s eyes and started in surprise when he saw the knife. He stood beside Dean as they both examined it, then slowly reached out to pull the knife from the table. He turned it over in his hand, watching, almost fascinated, as the knife flashed and the colors sparkled in the light.   “She better not have taken photos this time!” Dean almost shouted. “Thinks this is funny, messing with a man when he’s unconscious. Never mind interfering in someone else’s hunt!” Dean whirled and faced Sam. “Well, I'm not letting her get away with it this time!” Sam stared at Dean in bewilderment. “What? What are you talking about, Dean?” “Sabbath!” Dean yelled, furious. Sam continued to stare as Dean stomped around the room, muttering imprecations. “What? Who's Sabbath? Dean, what are you talking about?” Dean whirled. “That chick thinks she can just walk in here and-,” he stopped, and the color drained from his face. “Oh god, no!” “What-?” Sam began to ask as Dean threw open the door and raced out into the parking lot, Sam close on his heels. Dean ran up to the Impala, relief plastered across his face. “Thank god, thank god! It's ok, baby,” he soothed the silent vehicle, patting it reassuringly. “I'm here now. Did she hurt you?” Sam stared at the windscreen, then nudged Dean. “What?” Dean looked to where Sam pointed. “Son of a bitch!” He cursed as he read the message scrawled across the windscreen. Oh, c’mon, like I'd steal her while you were unconscious. Where's the fun in that? Sam stared, first at the car, then at Dean. He felt himself trying hard to repress a laugh at the look of horrified anger mixed with grudging admiration that crossed his brother’s face. The whole thing seemed insane. “Are you telling me,” Sam said carefully, “that when that ghost knocked us out, a friend of yours came in, ganked the ghost, brought us and the Impala back here, stripped us, treated our injuries and then put us to bed?”   In lieu of reply, Dean whirled and stomped back inside their hotel room while Sam trailed behind him. “So, who’s this Sabbath?” Sam asked, burning with curiosity.   Dean took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down. “She’s just... this chick Dad and I meet on the road. A real pain in the ass. Look, it’s a long story.” Sam waited while Dean continued to silently drink his beer in surliness.   “Well?” Sam asked. “Never mind,” Dean snapped. “We need to head out to the graveyard tonight, find this ghost’s bones and burn ‘em.” Sam knew if he kept pestering his brother, he'd never get an answer out of him, so he simply nodded  and gestured for Dean to hand him a beer. The night was still and silent, with a faint chill in the air as they wended their way through the headstones. Dean lead Sam towards the gravesite, shovels over their shoulders and their flashlights illuminating the names and dates of the stones. Dean stopped beside a simple square grave marker, and nodded to Sam. “Here it is.” He lowered his shovel and dug the blade into the ground. He stopped, realising he’d cut through a square of fresh turf, and the soil underneath was loose . Sam moved his light across the mound and stopped at the base of the headstone. He gently tapped on Dean’s arm and pointed. Tucked between the tombstone and a loose rock, a white piece of paper shone brightly in the night. Sam could see Dean’s name scrawled across the front, in the same handwriting that they had washed off the Impala’s windscreen earlier that day. When Dean didn’t move, Sam leaned over and picked up the paper. He opened it, and had to stifle a chuckle as he read it out. Well, I’m hardly going to leave a job half-finished, now, am I? I mean, you could spend the night digging up the coffin just to check if I’ve done the job properly, but really Dean, it’s a bit of a waste of time and effort, don’t you think? Have a few beers on me, instead. I look forward to your snarky texts. Sabbath. Sam pulled out the fifty dollar bill that had been attached to the note by a paper clip and held it up for Dean to see. Dean scowled at Sam, grabbed his shovel and stomped off, muttering under his breath. Sam followed, an evil grin on his face.    

#supernatural #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Sabbath Nolyreux #fanfic #Fanfiction

[umbrahighpriestofgiratina]

Rude Awakening Chapter 7

In which things get tricky.

Chapter 6: Error

Virion ran down the dim corridors of the barracks. He looked left, he looked right, he looked at his shoulders to make sure Kellam wasn't sitting there again, and he crept toward Howard's room. Surely he'd find something.

He peeked in and immediately regretted it.

Garish gold, gray and red patterns had been scrawled all over the room. The entire room had various clothes and bits of armor strewn all over, as well as other accessories. Virion wondered how he'd ever find anything in this mess.

He shrugged and figured he may as well try.

He started digging, rummaging, hoping to find anything that'd give the Cincinnatians away, when he heard a voice from above.

"Dude. What are you doing?"

Virion looked up to find Giratina standing on the ceiling, looking down at him with a sneer. He gulped and stood up straight, twiddling his fingers nervously. "Well, you see, I was looking for my bow and-"

He blinked. "How did you get up there anyway?"

Giratina scoffed. "Dark knight privileges. Now get out of my room."

Virion let out an audible "meep" sound before sprinting off, heading all the way back to Libra's room, where he found Libra himself pacing back and forth.

"Er, hey, any luck with Bartimaeus?"

"No. When I entered there was nothing there."

Virion sighed. "Great, ether they're on to the fact we're on to them or Panne was off her rock-"

He paused. "Hang on, where is Panne?"

Libra blinked. "I think she was checking into Valentia..."

"...Something could be up," said Virion. "We should check on her."

And the two headed off.

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Once again by the waterfalls, Dialga and Naga were swapping stories of each other's worlds.

"And the humans can actually have some pretty good TV shows. Like Sailor Lunatone."

He stiffened, looked around, and waved one of his forelimbs. "Don't tell Palkia I said that."

Naga giggled. "I won't."

Dialga thought for a bit to change the subject before something came to mind. "More serious question?"

"Yes?" said Naga.

"Panne from the Shepherds said her people, the Taguel, were slaughtered by humans. Do you remember that?"

Naga grew somber. "Yes. It was brutal, merciless. I could only observe, but... It is hard to stay cold, to stay pragmatic in times like those."

Dialga hung his head. "I know what you mean. To me extinction by natural causes is only normal, but when a species turns upon another out of pure hate it is not. I remember when the Sceptile of my world turned upon their predecessors..."

Naga shook her head. "It's bad enough protecting the world from threats like Loptyr... And Duma... and Medeus... and Grima..."

Dialga raised an eyebrow. "You've told me about all the others, but not the last one."

Naga blinked. "I haven't? Grima is a foul creature, one born of a dragon corpse infused with the power of the divine by a madman. He lays waste to all and has the power to end the world if he wants to. But he must work through a vessel, and was last sealed away a thousand years ago."

Dialga paused, then looked at Naga worriedly. "Does he have any chance of coming back?"

Naga nodded. "Yes. Almost guaranteed."

"Then I will help stop him. And help bring the Taguel back too if I can."

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Panne listened to it all. She choked up, she froze.

Then she ran yet again.

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Palika was sitting in the Yilissitol castle courtyard with Robin, both of them enjoying popsicles.

"These frozen treats you made are great, Valentina!" said Robin.

He furrowed his brow. "Didn't recognise the magic you used to make them though."

Palkia winced. "Er, Cincinnati specialty."

Robin chuckled. "What is it like for you back home, anyway?"

"Oh, uh. Lots of responsibilities to make up for the cool stuff, certainly."

She tried to think of anything to change the subject. Only one thing came to mind.

"So, you hear those rumors about that weird girl posing as Hero King Marth?"

Robin blinked. "I've never heard of such rumors."

"Oh, huh," said Palkia, taking a bite of her popsicle. "Well-"

She then realized exactly what Robin just said and spat out her chunk of frozen dessert. "Wait, what do you mean, you've never heard of her?!"

"Why's that so startling? None of us have heard of such a thing."

Palkia paused, racked her brain for a response to the scenario, then gulped.

"Robin?"

"Yes Valentina?"

"I'm going to ask you some very strange questions, and I need you to answer as honestly as possible, OK?"

Robin blinked. "O... kay?"

Palkia gulped again. "First, they told me your exalt got killed... Emmeryn, was it? How did she die?"

Robin grew somber. "An assassin from Gangrel murdered her in her castle one night... Gaius was lucky to not be framed for the deed..."

Palkia grew slightly pale. "G-Great... What happened to Gangrel, by the way?"

Robin scowled. "I chopped the bastard's head off personally."

Palkia grew more pale. "Yipe... Where'd you learn to do something like that? What even was your life before the Shepherds anyway?"

Robin paused, looking shocked, before hastily turning his head and shaking it side to side. "I... It wasn't pleasant... I don't want to talk about it..."

Palkia grew about as white as Robin's hair.

"Oh... Oh geez, that's rough buddy... Listen, I'll leave you alone to get through that while I get more popsicles, see you!"

Robin started. "Valentina, wait, I-"

But she was already gone. Robin blinked.

"What just got into her...?"

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Palkia ran.

Panicked thoughts flooded through her mind. She had to find Dialga Giratina, Hoopa. There had been a grave mistake.

And now this world's end was nigh.

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The four Legendary Pokemon in their true forms were gathered together, in a forest clearing, alone, with a barrier keeping out the eyes and ears of others. Dialga stamped one of his front feet angrily on the ground.

"What do you mean you and Giratina found the wrong timeline?! I thought you said this place matched your little video game perfectly aside from the lack of Pokemon!"

Giratina shifted awkwardly. "Well, um, bro, me and sis failed to account for-" he sighed. "Sis, you probably can explain better than I can."

"Okay," said Palkia, "so I prepared a little demonstration."

She wheeled in a whiteboard with crude illustrations and started pointing to each of them with her claws, beginning with a doodle of a forked line.

"OK, so the problem is that the game has two timelines, one where the heroes win and one where everyone dies horribly."

She points to some scrawled people of various shapes and sizes hopping from one timeline to another. "The only reason the timeline where the heroes win exists is because their kids, particularly Chrom's kid Lucina, went back in time to try to fix things. From what I've heard from Robin that has not happened, like, at all. Which is an issue because..."

She points to a doodle of Robin smiling with sparkles above his head. "Robin happens to be the key to the apocalypse."

"Wait, that kid? How?" said Hoopa.

"Well..." said Palkia.

She pointed to a second doodle of Robin surrounded by flames, grinning evilly with three pairs of red eyes having sprouted on his face, and with the head and neck of a demonic dragon with three identical pairs of eyes looming above him.

"Robin happens to be queued up to be the next vessel of a really nasty undead dragon demigod named Grima. Who is really big and evil and powerful and can also cause zombie apocalypses."

Dialga's eyes widened. "Grima?! That was one of Naga's nemeses she told me about! She said his return was imminent!"

"Wait, Naga said Grima was coming back like, soon?" said Giratina. "We're definitely in trouble."

Hoopa gulped, then shook his head and shrugged. "Welp, so much for that vacation, guess we should take the next plane or train or cosmic portal ho-"

"No we're not," said Palkia.

"Then what are we doing?" said Giratina.

"If Lucina and the kids aren't around to fix the incoming mess, who else will do it but us?" said Palkia. "I mean, we care about these people, especially after staying with them. We ought to help, right?"

"I most certainly agree," said Dialga.

"I'm up for it," said Giratina.

"Well when you phrase it that way sure why not?" said Hoopa.

Palkia smiled. "All right then..."

"Let's save this world."

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