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“You have no right to refuse.
In the same way, you can’t deny me your blood.”
↳ Requested by Anonymous :: Subaru + Yui
#diabolik lovers#subaru sakamaki#sakamaki subaru#yui komori#dialovers!gifs!#towa!graphics!#im so so sorry this took so long but i hope you like it!#the coloring gave me alot of trouble so it took longer than i thought
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Part 9 is here, second post will be out up
Part 9: The Wanderer
PJ had to stay in the hospital for around two weeks and now he finally was able to leave. He still had a hard time moving so he was given crutches. He didn’t want to use them but knew that he had to and that his parents would make him even if he was bakery able to walk. Ink was still worried, helping PJ do just about everything despite PJ saying repeatedly that he was fine.
“I’ll be fine mom, you have to go back to everyone else.”
“They can wait a bit longer”
“They’ve waited for two weeks”
“I know...it’s fine though, again they can wait.”
“Mom there’s alot going on and all I’m doing is going home. I’ll be fine, ok?”
Ink was still hesitant to leave PJ, but slowly nodded and said-
“Fine I’ll go, but be carefull”
“I will”
Ink gave PJ a hug and hesitantly left. Fresh walked back in the room and asked.
“You ready?”
“Yep let’s go”
Fresh helped PJ out of the room, it took a minute but he got used to his crutches.
They both made it out of the hospital and started walking to Error’s and Ink’s house. But as they walked PJ saw something.
“Hey Fresh look over there, through the trees.”
Fresh looked and saw some guy lying on the ground.
“It’s probably just some bum”
“No...I don’t think so they look different”
“Hm, what do you mean?’
“Well look, they don’t fit AU.”
Fresh looked back at the guy on the ground
“I kinda see it”
They were just leaving Underswap where there were cheerful and happy monsters, normally wearing bright and happy colors. While this guy appeared to be wearing rather dark and dreier clothes.
“We should go check it out”
“Fine if you want. Just be careful going over there.”
They went over to the monster that laid on the ground. They were now able to see that it was a he and that he appeared to have passed out. PJ looked at him confused
“He kinda looks like Nightmare…”
“Ya I guess”
The monster slowly opened his eyes and said-
“Ugh...my head”
He turned and looked up at Fresh and PJ
“Where am I? Who are you two?”
“Well I’m PaperJam”
“And I’m Fresh. Right now you’re in Underswap.”
The monster rolled over and shakely stood up. Fresh asked-
“So who are you?”
They stayed silent, Fresh just shrugged
“Well ok?”
There was just silence as they stood there, PJ saw that the guy's clothes were burnt, ripped, and torn. PJ didn’t want to just leave the guy here, so he said-
“Uh...how about you come with us? It looks like you need some new clothes.”
The monster looked down, seeing the terrible state of his clothes. He was hesitant but said-
“...Ok”
“Ok, then just follow us”
The monster started following PJ and Fresh hesitantly, eventually making it to PJ’s home. They walked inside and PJ said-
“Just go wait on the couch, me and Fresh will go get you something to wear.”
“Er...ok”
The monster said as he quietly went over and sat down. PJ and Fresh made their way up into the attic, Fresh needing to practically pick PJ up to get him up there.
“Ok go look in that box over there for something, and I’ll look over here.”
PJ said, Fresh nodded as they both began to look through boxes. Fresh asked-
“Why do you have so much stuff up here?”
“My mom always brought stuff back from the AU’s, we didn’t have anywhere to put it so we just threw it up here.”
“Ya I can see that”
(I want you to try and guess the character before I say it. Just as a little challenge, it should be easy if you already know the character. So good luck and hope you enjoy.)
Fresh looked through the box for a little bit longer, then he pulled out a zip up hoodie with a top black hald, and a lighter purplish bottom, with one more layer of black on the sleeves. The hood had a light purple fuzz on the edge of the hood. Fresh asked PJ-
“What about this?”
“Ya that’s good, I have a dark purple sweater from Underfell.”
PJ handed Fresh the sweater.
“Ok now all we gotta do is find him…”
PJ’s words tralded off as he looked through a box, he then pulled out some black pants.
“Pants, and there we go.”
Fresh took the pants
“Ok let’s go back down stairs.”
PJ said as Fresh once again helped him get down, then jumping down himself. They went over to the monster and Fresh handed him the pile of clothes.
“There you go, there’s a bathroom around the corner so you can go change over there.”
“Ok...and thanks…”
“Don’t mention it”
The monster quietly stood up and went around the corner.
“He’s definitely a bit...strange to say the least.”
Fresh said followed by PJ nodding.
“I guess, but he was in pretty ruff shape”
PJ said as he walked over into the kitchen and picked up his phone that was done charging.
“I’m gonna order some food, ok?”
“Jammy you could have just told me that, you didn’t need to get up and go over there.”
“It’s fine, I’m just a bit sore. That doesn’t mean I’m helpless.”
“Fine, if you insist”
PJ started ordering pizza, as he did the mysterious monster walked back out in his new clothes. His old burnt and torn ones flooded into a neet stack. PJ quickly finished ordering, wanting to ask-
“Oh hey, do you like the new clothes.”
“Ya I do...thank you…”
PJ again used his crutches to walk back into the living room and sit down.
“Well I order some food so that’ll be here soo-”
“You….wanted to know my name right?”
It was quiet, so the monster just continued-
“My name…
...My name is Crescent...but you can call me Cres.”
(Shortly after this story is done I’ll do a mini book on Cres’s backstory. But if you have questions now feel free to ask.)
“Hm...Crescent...never heard that one before.”
Fresh said, still trying to think of where he would have heard that name.
“I have once”
PJ said, Cres was surprised saying-
“Really?”
“Ya um my parents talk about the multiverse, and I think they’ve said your name before.”
“Strange..Nightmare told me that I wasn’t widely well known.”
“So your multiverse had a Nightmare too?”
Fresh asked followed by Cres nodding. With a depressed expression on his face he said-
“Yes sadly...he is my father…”
“You refer to him so bluntly…”
PJ said, Cres sighed
“Well I assume that you are aware that there are many of me, just like there are many of you that exist in different multiverses.”
“Ya I am”
“So you would also know that you aren’t always the same...you aren’t always how you are now… My father could be kind in some of these places...but others like mine… Both parents tended to be bitter, whether they intended to or not.”
“Why?”
“It’s just the place that I grew up in...it was normal for everyone to be that way.”
Fresh seemed confused, wondering why this guy was suddenly letting on to anything about himself. So he said-
“Hold on a second, just wait. No more than ten minutes ago were you letting on to anything about yourself, and now you're just telling us all of this?’
“I wasn’t sure about this multiverse, I had no clue if it was like mine or if it was different.”
“Was your’s bad?”
PJ asked, Cres nodded
“Terrible unfortunately”
“Ok then how bad?”
Again PJ asked, Cres thought of a good way to explain it. He then said-
“It was one of war, and plague. Murder, assult, and rape were all normal things that would happen, most would dy others would barely try and hold on…”
“Then...how are you-”
“I was one of very few that lived with someone that could...keep you breathing. But of course the ones I lived with were the fuel to the flame of the internal hell known as my home…”
“Geez man…”
Fresh said
“So far though...I’ve realized that this place is different...in a better way…”
“Was everything like that there?’
PJ asked but Cres shook his head
“Ni, at one point I had friends that were kind and considerate. But their parents were on...the other side, and as we got older we weren’t allowed to see each other.”
“Other side?”
PJ said confused, Cres just sighed again.
“In everything in life, including the multiverse there are sides that start trouble, and ones that try to stop it.”
“Oh ya now that you mention it I guess we do.”
“Ya my parents try to stop those bad things from happening.”
“Your parents are Error and Ink, yes?”
Cres asked, PJ surprised that Cres knew said-
“Am I in that multiverse too!?”
“Haha when I left you weren’t born yet… But technically speaking yes you are.”
“Am I there?”
Fresh asked, Cres thought but wasn’t sure he said-
“Well when I was there I never saw you.”
“Probably for the better”
Fresh said just shrugging it off. PJ though thought, and asked-
“But Cres if you were just there, then how did you get here?”
Cres sulked not wanting to answer that question, he told them
“...I don’t feel comfortable sharing that yet...sorry”
All PJ did was smile reassuringly
“Oh it’s fine, you looked pretty beat up so it’s reasonable if you don’t want to tell us right now.”
After PJ said that there was a knock at the door. PJ said-
“That must be the food”
“Ok I’ll go get it”
“No Fresh you don’t have to”
“It’s fine”
Fresh stood up and gave PJ a little kiss on the head.
“Don’t get up, I’ll be back”
“O-Ok”
Fresh walked over to the door
“He seems nice”
Cres said, PJ smiled and said-
“He really is…”
Cres smiled a bit, happy to be in a place that is safe. Where no one would try and hurt him.
While this was going on with PJ, Blue was also finally home and Nightmare was asking Blue about what happened earlier at the hospital with Error.
“So earlier this week, what happened to you when you walked past Error?”
“Hm what do you mean what happened?”
Blue asked confused, Nightmare continued
“You kinda just fell, and Error seemed to freak out after you said something.”
“I don’t think it’s what he said, I think it’s how he said it.”
Dust said, just confusing everyone.
“How does how he said it have to do with anything?”
Horror asked followed by Dust answering-
“When Blue talked...he had some stutter kind of thing.”
“Well ok? But still everyone stutters once in a while, hell even Nightmare does.”
Killer said, and he was right. So Nightmare thought about that day and said-
“No...it was different, not really like a stutter.”
“Ssooo...what?”
Killer asked, Dust didn’t answer instead he just put out another question
“Well think about how Error talks sometimes”
“Oh he has the glitchy voice”
Outer said, making himself and everyone else confused even though he was right. Blue said-
“Ya but he doesn’t talk like that all the time.”
“You’re right, from what I can remember his voice only gets like that when he’s freaked out, or stressed, or god forbid someone rubbed shoulders with him.”
Dust said, then making Nightmare asked-
“Are you saying that Blue had a glitch moment like Error?”
“Maybe…”
“But how? I’m not a glitch like Error?”
Blue said, making Dust sulk and have a grim expression. Blue realised and asked-
“Dust what is it?”
“Blue do you remember when It said before he left?”
“Um ya a bit”
“Yes, he didn’t tell us everything but we at least learned something.”
Nightmare added, Dust tried to remember the words It used to describe then said-
“Do you remember the last reason he said he picked Blue?”
“Vaguely yes”
“All he did was give us a hint, saying something like ‘Who else do you know that can go through empty space’? Or at least something along those lines.”
“Ok...and?”
Outer said not really asking as a question because he already knew the answer. Dust still answered-
“I think the space he was talking about was the Antivoid.”
“Ya ok, but what does Error, and the antivoid have to do with what happened.”
Blue asked, now being the only one that was confused. Dust wasn’t sure if he should say it but did anyways-
“Blue...do you think that there’s a chance that you might’ve gotten stuck in the antivoid...for a long time?”
“No there is no way that could’ve happened, I would’ve remembered something like that.”
“Ya you’re right and I don’t really know how or why your memories were taken. But I have a sneaking suspicion of when.”
“Ok then when?”
Blue growled, not wanting to hear anymore of Dust’s speculations of what happened to him.
“The two years you stayed with Ink to try and raise BluePrint.”
Blue was now even more confused and upset
“Ok. Ok, let’s say for instance that your rambling means anything, ok? Let’s say that somehow for those two whole years that instead of me being with Ink as a friend, that I was instead stuck in the antivoid? Dust do you know how crazy that sound-”
“It isn’t so hard to believe if you think about it…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Let me ask you this...do you remember having BluePrint, or making BluePrint or how ever he was-”
“Dust, why would you ask that!? I mean really he’s just in the other room! And even if he wasn't, why would you think that I wouldn’t remember that?”
“Because you said that you didn’t”
“I-...I what?”
“You guys weren’t there but when Blue was having Sprinkle he was understandably nervous, and when I told you about BluePrint and said you already did this or at least something along the lines of it. You said that day was fuzzy, even saying that you don’t remember at all…”
It was quiet after Dust said that. Then tears started to run down Blue’s face.
“Geez...now look, just, what were you trying to say…”
Killer asked, as Dust went over to Blue. Blue still crying said-
“I...I think he’s trying to say that those memories were fake…”
Dust hugged Blue while Nightmare tried to sumurrazie what Dust was trying to say.
“So you’re saying that all of Blue’s memories of that time were fake? And in reality those memories were made to cover up what had happened during those two years.”
“Sadly…”
Dust said trying his best to comfort Blue, when Blue had a scary realization
“Does that mean BluePrint isn’t mine!?”
“What? No, no he is still your kid Blue...he was probably just made differently…”
“From what Ink told me he was...but still you don’t know if he is…”
“...Ya...I don’t, but then again I don’t know if any of what I’m saying is true-”
“Dust...I...I wouldn’t be surprised if it is…not anymore.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re right, I don’t remember BluePrint being born...and most other memories of that time are also....fuzzy.”
“Then it sounds like most of the pieces fit.”
Horror said but after that it was just silent again.
“Well what do you want to do now? Dust obviously isn’t sure of everything and this could be something important if what little he thinks is true.”
“Gee thanks Nightmare, way to be blunt.”
Dust grumbled, and Blue just sighed letting him go.
“I’m going to need to talk to Ink and Error.”
“Blue you don’t have to, we can probably just-”
“Dust even though we think that you're right doesn’t mean that you are. I want to hear it from them...and just get this over with. We have more important things to do and with this distracting me it may be more difficult to get things done.”
“Probably shortly...you guys are all here so I can just tell you if it’s true, and I don’t want to leave BluePrint and Sprinkle. It’ll just be easier.”
“So you’ll go see them?.. Or have them come here?”
Horror asked, making Blue grown.
“I just said that I didn't want to leave, so get the dust out of your ears and maybe listen a bit.”
“Ouch ok”
“And for having them come here that probably isn’t a good idea either… So I’ll just call them, it’s not like they can’t tell me over the phone, and besides I do want you guys to be aware of what is happening.”
“You want us to hear about it? Why?”
Nightmare asked, confused
“Well ya, I’m here now with you guys and since Ink and Error are both starting to get nervous it can put me and you guys in risk.”
“Aw how nice you care about us.”
Horror said snarky,
“If i’m being honest ya, I know it hasn’t been long but I have to say that I do. And I am concerned…”
Blue said, as they all continued to talk.
In the other room however was BluePrint, he had heard what was said earlier and he was crying.
“H-How?...”
BluePrint sat on the floor now curled up in a ball.
“Is...d-dad not my dad?.. Do they not know?..”
As BluePrint tried ro contemplated what he had just heard, someone walked in front of him.
“Hello BluePrint”
BluePrint looked up and saw It, he was only able to spawn one bone but he still grabbed it and pointed it at It. BluePrint looked scared but he also seemed confused.
“What’s with the look?”
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If money was no object, would you change your wardrobe?
I would add to my wardrobe more than change
How do you/did you get to school?
walk, then by bus
Have you ever been in trouble for something you honestly didn’t do?
yep
Is the idea of having a secret admirer creepy or romantic?
creepy
What was the last song you sung out loud?
https://youtu.be/wycjnCCgUes
Were you excited to learn to drive, or scared?
worried that I’ll waste my money
When was the last time you felt incredibly tired?
today
In your opinion, who doesn’t deserve to be famous?
many people
Was it hard for you to get up this morning?
not really
When was the last time you colored with crayons or colored pencils?
few months ago
Do you feel comfortable talking about your disorders, if you have them?
depends
Where did you go on your last field trip?
not sure which was last
Do you think you make a good first impression?
no
Do other people’s first impressions stick with you?
might
Have you ever had to give up on someone?
sure
Would you rather break up with someone, or them break up with you?
them break up with me (not my decision) but usually it’s the other way around
Do you think it’s okay to like a cover more than an original?
umm...
Are you calm in emergency situations?
depends
Who are you most attached to?
my dad
What do you depend on other people for?
money mostly :(
What goes through your mind when someone breaks up with you?
depends
Do you match your shoes with your outfit?
sometimes, it’s not that I have enough shoes to do that lol
Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse?
female
What was the last thing you bragged about?
not sure what was last
What’s the ugliest thing on your wall?
umm...
Who’s your favorite philosopher?
Schopenhauer because of all the memes
Do you think Freud was out of his mind?
well I prefer Jung
Einstein?
he was cool
Who’s your favorite painter/artist?
I like many
What day is it?
Friday
Are you wearing anything blue?
nah
Do you know anyone named Graham?
just bread :P
Are you sitting next to anyone?
not currently
Do you dislike the last person you Facebook messaged?
nope
Who’s the quietest of all your friends?
K. always was
Are you home alone right now? If so, where are the people you live with?
my mom’s home, my dad is at work
Are you a chocoholic?
noooo
Is there a song that reminds you of the person you love/like? Do you listen to that song often?
one of them is t.a.t.u. - All the things she said
Do you listen to music while you fill out surveys?
sometimes
In the past week, what song have you listened to the most often?
not sure
While playing video games, do you prefer being first or second player?
second
How many people do you depend on?
not many
How many people do you think depend on you?
they could live without me
What is the worst color combination?
brown and black?
Have you ever injured yourself walking around in the dark?
yeah
What’s so scary about clowns, anyway?
nothing to me and it’s annoying that they’re part of so many horrors
When was the last time you acted like someone you’re not?
sigh...
How many hats do you own/wear?
shitload
Do you ever receive comments on your weight?
ppl are jealous of my weight so basically my illness :(
Is there anything that you do just to make other people happy?
of course
What was the last thing that you wrote down [with a pen/pencil]?
not sure what was last
Has anyone told you that you have a nice smile?
my gf only
Are you uncomfortable with being photographed?
yup
Do you like playing tic-tac-toe?
I always win
What about hangman?
I played it couple of times
Are you dangerously in love with someone?
woah
Are you cute or sexy?
cute
Is English your 1st language?
it’s not
Did you ever perform in front of your entire school?
elementary - more than once
Did your older sibling ever tell you freaky stories that you believed?
one time she told me that school was flooded and there were fish and frogs and then I said that to my mom and she called me a liar and got mad even tho I explained to her it was my sister’s idea :(
Are you single and proud?
you can be single and proud as well as be happy in a relationship too, I am in one now
Are you more happy when you’re with people or alone?
90% of time alone
What do you think about guys shaving their legs?
that’s their life
Do you wear lipstick?
nah
Name something you lost or gave away that can never be replaced.
I don’t wanna talk about it
What music album would be used for a movie about your life?
soundtrack to my life would have to be a mix of songs from different bands/vocalists
Who was your first crush and what made them special?
she was just adorable with her clumsiness and her perfect body and that face and voice and she was just a pretty cool friend to me and I wanted to take care of her so badly, she was the very first girl I ever had a crush on irl if not in general but she was hetero and she changed a lot (not in a good way in my opinion)
Write about your first kiss. Was it everything you wished or hoped it would be?
I... I never imagined my first kiss before it happened?...
Write about something you now know that you wish you knew earlier in life. How could this knowledge have helped you?
blergh
Name one thing you feel brings out the good in people.
there’s no such thing, it’s all about the person
If you invented a device that could fix one problem you are facing right now, would you use it? What problem would you like to solve?
absolutely, my health issues
Name something you found; what was it and where did you find it?
I’ve found shitload of stuff but one thing was the most odd and that’s a taxidermy ferret shawl someone left on a bus stop - at first we thought with dad it must be alive but we came closer and realized someone lost their piece of cloth and we took it
Describe the longest amount of time you have ever been away from home.
almost a month, I was in hospital
Name a celebrity or famous person you wish would take you out on a date.
-
Have you ever seen a ghost?
it seems, it was not just white but a little bluish, no legs and weird face - shaped like in a clay, mostly transparent, slightly glowing, it was in open doors of my room, I woke up with a weird feeling that someone’s watching me and I got really scared so I hidden under a blanket and didn’t look there again until morning, I was trying to convince myself it’s just a shirt that was hanged in the hall but mom said there wasn’t anything like that there at night, now I wish I could see that again hoping I would try to do something more brave about it, I kinda worry I was rude towards them whoever it was
*btw my grandma said that after death some chemicals leave the body and fly like a fog through the cemetery if casket and grave aren’t blocking it too much
Describe your note-taking style and habits.
everywhere and usually not in line, can be even upside down, just random, different size, clue words etc.
Do you believe that we are all here for a reason? What might the reason be?
suffering to deserve heaven?
Have you ever done something just to feel the danger, or to feel alive?
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
What are all your thoughts on god?
overthinking...
What did you learn today?
for example - that explaining things to people make me realize more than just thinking about something
What 5 traits do people first notice when they meet you for the first time?
ask them
Have you ever carved your name or initials into a tree or stone?
poor tree :(
In what ways have you traveled?
car, bus, train, bike, even a little bit by ship
What historical events happened the year you were born?
nothing interesting
Do you watch really old tv shows or movies from the 1970’s or earlier?
sure
What would you do if you saw a complete stranger dealing drugs in public?
nothing
If you don’t have to be up by a certain time, do you like to sleep in as late as possible?
no longer than 11 am
What are you wearing at the moment? Is it for any particular reason?
pajama because it’s past midnight and I should be asleep but I have to finally finish this survey then dry my hair and drink some water first
Are either one of your parents retired?
my mom is and my dad will be soon
Do you buy a lot of DVD’s, or do you tend to just watch everything online for free?
watch online, I have no money for buying movies that I’ll watch less than 3 times
Does everyone in your household own their own computer?
nope
Are you a good gift giver?
I try my best and been told that I am despite not being rich
Do you know what XOXO stands for?
hugs and kisses
What’s the first person who comes to your mind when you hear the word blue?
me
Have you seen any of the Harry Potter movies?
first ones
Do you like your significate others siblings?
I don’t know her brother
Have you ever recieved a singing birthday card?
omg I loved those and I wish I got one :(
Do you remember who your kindergarten/pre-school teacher was?
I liked her so much I’ve been sending her cards on holidays years after
Were you ever a girl scout or a boy scout?
never
Do you own anything made of lace?
hmm...
How many people do you share a name with?
I don’t know anyone with my name
Imagine your dream home, does it have a fence around it?
if it’s not an apartment then of course it does, highest possible and thick as I don’t want to see or be seen by my neighbors
Do you own any yellow shoes?
yep
Can you type fast?
very
In school were you bullied?
I was
Are you sarcastic?
yeah
Do you read the newspaper?
nah
If you died today where do you think you’d go?
hell :(
Have you ever been to therapy?
few times, didn’t help
Do you use online dating?
did
Did you miss alot of school?
I was sick often
What was the last thing you got falsely accused of?
not sure what was last
What was the last thing you ordered online?
shirt, I’m waiting for the package now
Have you ever been kicked out of a store?
no :o
Do you feel like you accomplished anything today?
hmm...
What is/was your favorite teen magazine?
trzynastka or however this shit was called
Would other people describe you as creative?
I guess
What color are your slippers?
grey and white
Are you haunted by memories of stupid things you’ve said and done?
constantly
Did you like high school or college better?
didn’t go to college
Who was your favorite Olsen twin?
I didn’t have a favorite
Do you ever listen to Celtic music?
used to, with John
Do you know a lot of rich and spoiled and selfish people?
had classmates like this and neighbors too
Do you enjoy mornings?
rarely, not really
Have you ever feared going to jail or thought about what it would be like?
thought
Did you know that the zodiac signs (the regular ones) are Greek?
ok
Have you ever learned about Greek mythology in school?
didn’t like it
Do you stay up late?
as you can see
what do you hear right now?
nothing
what is one thing in your life you feel truly guilty for?
personal
have you ever been slapped in the face?
I’ve been slapped without any reason, I was bullied
how about punched?
hit with a ball only and my head was hit with a bottle too once
have you ever come up with a memorable quote yourself?
I’ve been quoted
what do you think about masturbation?
personal
What color did you first ever dye your hair?:
either red or black
What’s the color of the bath towel you use most often?:
green
Ever eaten a piece of dog or cat food out of curiosity?:
ewww, nooo
Can you name one song by Prince?:
Purple rain for example
Would you rather paint or make pottery?:
paint
Are you currently taking this survey before or after 9pm?:
after, I started over 5 hours ago...
Is the sun shining bright outside right now?:
it’s the middle of the night!
Would you rather watch a horror movie or a romantic comedy?:
romantic comedy ^^”
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Baba Yaga (Bill Skarsgård x hitman reader)
I LOVE ME SOME JOHN WICK. THIS IS PURELY INSPIRED AND ADAPTED FROM JOHN WICK SO ITS REALLY CRAP
(This woman is the one that mostly inspired me.)
baba yaga
1. EXT. - SKARSGARD MANOR - NIGHT
Y/n stood a few yards with a stoic look, having a clear and full view of the massive four story home. The dark skies lit up along with were the sound of bullets flying inside the said house…
…like a storm was brewing in the air.
Y/n walked forward and calmly pulled out a gun, a Browning 1911, with click and cock, she reloads as soon as she stepped on the porch of the mansion.
2. INT. - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Stellan was forced down to a single seat recliner by masked individual, ten more men entered the room with pairs dragging three of his eldest sons and his wife, Leonora. The three males, Alex, Gustaf and Bill. All three had been beaten in almost a pulp. Leonora whimpered as she was pushed by another man down beside her sons.
The lead man still had a gun pointing to the father, Stellan's eyes glimmered in discomfort. He worries, not for his life, but for the life of his wife and children.
"You've been a real pain on Mr. Mortisen's back ever since you broke off with him. Now look at what cost it?"…
…the lead man waved his armed hand towards the corner of the room where his sons and wife sprawled together, his sons tremored with hatred and his wife a whimpering mess.
"I took the liberty to help boss and take care of you since you are no longer any use to the Vortigern Alliance." the man continued as walked toward his family.
Bill was tugged harshly from his siblings and mother and he's figure froze as the familiar click of the gun sounded behind him. He could hear his mother's whimpers growing louder at the moment, his brother's screaming curses to the masked man. His eyes shot from the carpeted floors to his father's battered form.
They had been the most formidable family in the Underground society but after his father had mysteriously broke off with the said union, threats suddenly came bashing towards him and his dear loved ones. He has done a lot of bad things but all he could do was close his eyes for a moment, praying to whatever primordial being that exist to send him an archangel to save him and his love ones.
"Are you going to beg for their life old man? Cause I'll really enjoy torturing your family infront of you. My other men are looking for your daughters and nephews which will add more fun to this moment"
A terrified look laid plastered upon the old man's face as he heard the continuous struggle of his sons until his eyes shot up to the wall clock the hung above the entrance of the living room…
…tick.tock…tick.tock…
11:55pm
the cat designed-clock read as it continued to soundlessly tick on the wall. The eyes of the cat that was usually swaying with its style as it work had stopped. And it was looking at him or rather the man that held a gun on his face.
A breath of RELIEF left his bloodied mouth.
3. INT. - FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS
Y/n eyed the masked figures coming down from the staircase, her eyes counted a total of TEN exclucing the two females, and five young males that were being dragged by the said men.
It wasn't long before they caught her figure.
Y/n walked towards the free way, to them, the first armed men lifted his gun…
…Y/n disarmed him with an elbow to the face, pulling his arm harshly as she had grab full hold of the rifle and pointing it to the two men who were both their way to them, shooting dead in the head. She locks the man in her arms within a choked hold killing the man with five seconds. There were SEVEN left.
"stay back"
One threatened as she held his hostage in the grip of his arm. Others had their own hostages left to three of their men as the four circled her.
Y/n looks at the man before creaking her neck with a crack and sprung back as one man had planned on jumping on her, she shot her hand, grabbing hold of the man's collar, swinging her armed to his face, knocking the man out cold and brought him as a defense mechanism as she moved forward to the same man that had a hostage. The two men looked at the each other before a gunshot passed inside the head of the third one, his figure slamming down to the wooden floor. The dead man's hostage curled to the side for safety. Y/n stood in her place as the men circle her. FIVE left.
The roamed around her but neither one initiated an attack, the offendee took it upon herself to attack and grab the nearest male and strongly snapped his head, with the other falling to his bum in fear with his gun sliding far away from his grasp. The annihilater turned to the poor man and calmly but quickly shot him to the head and walked away like nothing happened.
The other three left hid by the corridors near the closed door of the living room.
Y/n glided in the dark and pulled the first man that she saw and strangled him with a phone charger wire. Slowly and quietly dropping the to the ground.
The younger kids huddled together as the two youngest sobbed uncontrollably, the TWO remaining men began to question if they should enter back to the entry way…
…shk chk…
Two whistles of a gun was heard.
3. INT. - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The loud gunshots echoed through the doors, grabbing the attentions of everyone inside the room.
"What's going on out there?" the lead man asked as he looked towards his other men, one pulled out a walkie talkie.
"Bron, what's going out there?" the man said through the walkie talkie under a deep German voice.
it was quiet for five seconds,
"Sorry boss, we had a little trouble along the way, we're bringing the remaining in." a deep voice said in German.
"Very well, bring them in, you three, get them." the lead man ordered as the said trio got out of the room. the lead man turned to the old man sitting on the recliner, his gun still pointed to his son's head.
Stellan's shoulder started shaking, whimpering.
"You're already crying old man, I haven't even started yet."
The shaking turned in a set of chuckles, which had every person in the room in confusion, even the family.
Bill eyed his father in confusion, just when he thought all hope was lost, he finds his father confidently laughing.
"What's so funny?? You mad or something?"
Stellan sat up straight, the look of terrified look on his faced vanished and a look of assurance and confidence went with it.
"I didn't leave the alliance because I had financial problems, but it was because another union has offered me alot better beneficiaries than the Vortigern."
No one had even noticed that lights had gone off outside of the living room, a man that stood by the entrance was pulled by the collar as he disappeared in the darkness without a sound of his screams.
"An offer I cannot simply turn down. They offered me double the amount that Mortinsen can give, they offered me pure confidentiality of my other businesses…
Y/n emerged from the dark and slit the throats of two of the closest men before her.
Leonora could only mutter her name in a never ending relief as she watched Y/n duck down behind a sofa before rushing towards the other two before it, plunging a pen to their heads.
"They place me under the safety of Baba Yaga" The old man trailed, his peripherals not missing the familiar black suited vigilante behind the man and his son.
Neither Alex nor Gustaf knew of this woman but they immediatly knew that this was person their father called as "Baba Yaga"
"THE BOOGEYMAN? What are we five? Stop playing with me you dumb shit--"
…SNAP…
the sound of a neck snapping off caught the attention of the lead man and Bill. The other had no time to react as his head was bashed forward to glass coffee table and was greeted with a number of numerous heavy punches.
"they gave me full safety of my family without" Stellan stood from his seat, Bill had already crawled to his mother as they watched the scene before them unfold.
"I'm sure you've heard of the pencil incident. Miss Wick here had always loved her pencils, especially colored ones."
The unknown femme fatale picked up the lead man's collar and made him face Stellan.
"With her on my side, You will do nothing, because when she comes, you can do nothing."
The femme plunged something to his stomach as he choked with this own blood, with his once hostage eyeing him down with a smirk.
"Its already 12:05. You were late. Any particular reason for that?" The old man asked her as she turn to him.
My neighbor's cat picked a fight with Tavie, it had to go. she said through the movements of her hands.
"You and your dogs, you didn't even use your gun. Why did you bring it?"
back up?
Bill eyed her in curiosity, the mute girl was a thorned rose, armed with the perfect poison towards her enemies.
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Crossing The Great Sea Chapter 3 (Linked Universe)
Word count ; 2363
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Far away , Wind could see the Mother and Child Isles. The boat was moving slowly, Wind wanted to use the wind waker to help them move faster, but the other agreed to let the wind do it’s own thing. The others wanted to learn as much as they can about the World crossing pirates. No, not pirates. Travelers. That’s really all they were. Most didn’t even know how to fight. Ren in particular enjoyed to watch the Heroes spar.
“How much longer do I have?” Four was behind Wind, making the youngest slightly jump.
“Um, I’m not sure. A couples days for sure. We’re almost out of the Great Sea though.” Wind noticed the smallest hero had a different book than the day before. “Find anything interesting?”
“Not really, only one book is weird.” Four held up the leather bound book.
“What does it say?” Curiosity was winning today in Wind’s mind.
Four handed it to Wind, the latter looked at the one page with text, “This kinda sounds like what happened to me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, Tetra was turned to stone. When I found her I learned Lineneck had... ran away when his old crew was captured. Later Bellum attached himself to Linebeck and I had to fight him. But I don’t think anything had to do with memories.” Wind trailed off, “Amila mentioned something about Linebeck helping them, she said she doesn’t remember….”
“Do you think it's coincidence?” Four was looking over the written words with a new light.
“Maybe.. did you ask Jacalyn?” Wind knew he shouldn’t pry, it wasn’t right. But Linebeck was his friend, he had a right to know, right? If they were forgetting, was it so wrong to try to help them remember?
“She said she doesn’t remember either. I could ask her about Linebeck though.” Four closed the book, having his curiosity renewed.
“What are you two plotting?” Twilight approached them.
Wind and Four smiled innocently, “Nothing.” They spoke in almost unison.
Twilight eyes looked over the two boys, then sighed, “whatever, don’t get in too much trouble though. Wild’s got the food ready. He’s serving the recipe he got from your grandma.” Twilight nodded to Wind.
The three of them joined the others, who were already seated digging into the soup laid out for them. The engaged in small talk, mostly towards the cook. Wind made the passing comment that if Wild practiced enough he may be almost as good as grandma.
The all had a good laugh. Somehow they began talking about masks. After eating Wild showed off his small collections of masks.
“Is that Majora’s Mask?” Qin reached for the mask in question. Is wasn’t a pretty mask. It had all the colors of the rainbow, but scatter on it. Horns were spread along the heart shaped edges. The eyes is what bothered most, the yellow and red seemed to look through people.
“Yeah, I’ve many stories behind it. Heard of it?” Wild nodded to Jacalyn.
“Of course I have. Especially from the mask salesman.” Jacalyn smiled as she held it in her hands, “He had so many stories, it was hard to leave him.”
The others laughed. Amila began to tell about when they meet him, the salesman was a talker for sure. The sun set and Time and Jacalyn took first watch. The night was quiet. Jacalyn keep a single hand on the helm as she scanned the sea.
“Sorry.”
Time turned to Jacalyn, who was still staring out into the sea, “Excuse me?”
“Sorry Fairy boy, I’ve been unfair.”
Time gave her a questioning look, “How so?”
“I haven’t even asked you to say your story yet.” Jacalyn looked at him, more like through him, “Yours seems to be pretty important and told in many different ways, so I might as well hear it from its source.”
“Like you said, it’s been told so many times. I would assume you already have hear it 100 times.” Time could feel himself relax, if only a bit.
“I’ll admit, I have heard yours a whole lot, one of my earliest books is of your journey. But can’t you humor a child?” Jacalyn swayed on her feet as she spoke, a smile spread wide across her face.
“You sure don’t speak or act like a child,” Time remarked, then added, “most of the time anyway.”
Jacalyn laughed. “I am only 16, I’m entitled to act like a child sometimes.”
The two kept up light hearted conversations through the shift. A voice caught their attention. Hyrule was standing there, a tired smile on his face.
“A bit early to change shifts.” Time raised his brow.
“I’m having a bit of trouble sleeping tonight, thought I could make myself useful.”
Time might have argued, but Jacalyn spoke first. “Go get some rest old man, we can handle it.”
Hyrule nodded. Time let out a sigh and walked past Hyrule into the hull. He turned back one last time, “Need me to wake one of the other for you Jacalyn?”
The woman held up her hand, “No need, let those who can sleep, sleep. I’ll be good for a bit longer.”
Time nodded and headed inside, Leaving the two alone.
“Liar.”
Jacalyn eyed the boy, “You can get rid of me after you listen.”
Hyrule had heard the speech earlier. She had come up to him and begun talking. It wasn’t hard to notice Hyrule didn’t fit in with the others. Jacalyn told him that was all in his head, but was it really. Hero of Time, Hero of Warriors, Hero of the Wind, Hero of Twilight, Hero of the Four sword, Hero of Legend, Hero of the Wild. Even The Chosen Hero. What was he again? Hero of Hyrule. Just Hyrule. He wasn’t exactly a Hero either.
No matter what the others told him he wouldn’t change his mind, why was she even trying. He wasn’t trying to be rude, Hyrule was just tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. It didn’t help Jacalyn looked exhausted as soon as Time left, as if she was tired of saying it too.
“I don’t really need encouragement, I’m fine. I’ll travel with them, I don’t need to be their equals.” Hyrule told her, he didn’t need to add he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be their equals. Hard to be a humble traveler when everyone in the land knows your name.
Jacalyn growled, “You are-” She cut herself off and took a deep breath. “I know I can’t change your mind.” She admitted.
Hyrule looked at her, surprised.
“But, you can’t change anyone else’s mind either. We all think you belong. Nothing you can do about that.” Jacalyn didn’t talk after that, neither did Hyrule. Both stood in peaceful silence as the night went on.
“Linebeck? Yeah we ran in with him.” Wind and Four had found Jacalyn in the study writing in a journal of sorts. Both we listening eagerly to what the girl was saying.
“He was an interesting fellow, talked about how he saved the sea.” Jacalyn smiled, lost in her memory, “Now that I think about it, he spoke about you alot,” She nodded towards Wind.
“How long ago was that?” Four asked.
Jacalyn rubbed her neck, “Um, maybe 4 months ago. I’m not sure, my memory is pretty bad.”
Four and Wind sighed, the former begun to think circles in his head. Four should have known this wouldn’t have gone anywhere. Then Wind asked the question Four should have asked way earlier.
“Why is your memory so bad?”
Jacalyn pause, her eyes widened for a moment. Without blinking or looking at them she spoke, almost like a recording, without any emotion or warmth, “It doesn’t matter.”
Four and Wind exchanged glances, Jacalyn shook her head, and spoke with her normal voice, “Some things are better left forgotten. You should probably leave it that way.”
Wind sighed in defeat and walked out, Four gave her a suspicious look, but followed.
There was no way he was leaving it that way. Four wasn’t sure why he was so curious, why he wanted to know so badly. No, not wanted anymore. He needed to know. He wasn’t sure why, but he was sure he needed to know.
Time wasn’t sure what to think when the two smaller heroes walked out of the study. They seemed normal, going to do something to occupy the time. The only thing that made him worry is the way Jacalyn continued to stare off into space, writing something down without looking. Time walked in, she didn’t seem to notice him until he was next to her. Time only got a glance at what was written, it was an effort to keep his face neutral. Jacalyn shut the book with a loud thud.
“Sorry, I think I’m going to retire early today,” She looked up at him, or rather through him. It looked as if nothing was behind those brown eyes. “Think you can tell the others for me?”
“Sure.”
Time watched as she took the book and walked to her room, the door shutting behind her. He walked out onto the deck and told the others, as he said he would. Time couldn’t focus though, what was written kept gnawing at his mind. He had overheard Four talk to Warriors and Wind about some weird things hidden in her books, but the phrase he read…. she couldn’t have known. He could hear the words spoken to him,
You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?
The heroes didn’t see Jacalyn for a few days. Amila informed them she was feeling ill, but it wasn’t contagious. Four seemed unconvinced but didn’t voice anything. The crew had gone stiff since Jacalyn got sick. They were more quiet, sent more glances towards Jacalyn’s room and towards Amila.
“Do you know how deep the ocean is?” Sky was next to Wind, looking deep into the sea.
“I’m not too sure, the entire Kingdom of old Hyrule lies beneath it.” Wind could remember traversing through the old castle.
“Wow,” That was all Sky could say. Nothing was really going on. Every was around doing things, but the atmosphere felt empty.
“We passed Star Island the other day, so we’ve left the Great Sea. Who knows how long until we reach another Hyrule.”
“It can vary,” Fellin answered, walking up to the young heroes.
“Sometimes it can take a day or two, other times it has taken weeks.” Fellin sent another glance towards Jacalyn’s room.
Sky frowned, then shouted to Amlia, “You sure you don’t need any help with Jacalyn?”
Amila smiled, “She’s fine, we’ve dealt with this before.”
Sky heard her grumble a bit more, but she continued on with a smile. It was clear Amila was in charge when Jacalyn was away.
Legend was walking to the study, after hearing one his own stories was written down. As he passed by Jacalyn’s room he heard voice. Curiosity won out over human decency as he stood and tried to listen.
“You promised.” That was Amila.
“I did.” Jacalyn’s voice was soft, as if it hadn’t been used in days.
“The others have been worried.”
There was a laugh on the other side, “Why wouldn’t they be? It’s been awhile since something like this has happened.”
“They would be happy to see you’re ok.”
“.... Soon. I’d like to think a bit longer to think.”
Legend heard something shuffle.Taking that as his cue to tune out he walked to the study. Four was sitting there, looking at the same book.
“What’d you hear?”
“Excuse me?”
Something was different about the smallest hero. Maybe Four didn’t do well with confined spaces. Maybe he read a story about bad stuff happening on a ship. Whatever it was, Legend did not appreciate how he was acting. And the others though he was bad.
“I saw you listening to Jacalyn’s door, I’m asking what you heard.” Four was looking him in the eyes.
Legend wanted to argue, but gave in. The sooner Four was done being nosey, the sooner he’d be back to normal.
When Jacalyn exited her room, her crew bombarded her with questions. She waved them all off with a shrug and a smile. Wind was surprised when she didn’t look at him or Four with any negative emotion. She looked at none of the Heroes differently than she did a few days before.Time was conflicted, wanting to ask about the phrase she had written, but he held back. Later. they could deal with that later, or maybe never.
Something was wrong. Four had known it since he set foot on the ship. This weird feeling of… well he didn’t know. He was curious, who wouldn’t be? But Four could usually respect people’s secrets. Why couldn’t he do it now? He had snapped at Sky. It was over something small and Sky forgave him, but still. This wasn’t right. The others noticed too, Legend would soon confront him, Four knew it. So he’d fix it before then.
Four approached Jacalyn while she was in the study, alone.
She smiled at him, as if nothing happened, “Heya Four, need a new book?”
“No, I need answers.” No need to beat around the bush anymore.
Jacalyn sighed, “You don’t. Like I said, somethings are-”
“No.”
Jacalyn paused. Then took a breath. “It’s not worth it.”
“What do you mean.”
“The knowledge you want, it’s not worth it,” Jacalyn’s voice dropped, “So drop it.”
Four wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t do that. He knew something was up. Jacalyn knew too.
“Four.” Jacalyn called for him.
It has something to do with her memory, her boat. Her.
“Four!” Her voice was louder, more annoyed.
The final pieces were in front of him, why couldn’t he put them together.
“FOUR!” She was yelling, angry.
Something snapped.
Four felt the ground meet his head.
His mind was not working.
He couldn’t think.
The last thing he could hear was Jacalyn’s voice.
It was not filled with anger or annoyance.
The only emotions he could hear was worry and fear.
“FOUR!”
And with that, Four was no longer there.
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So much more than ‘enough’
pairing: Peter x Reader
word count: 2,369
request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is having some personal weight issues (like being to big In their opinion) and they stop eating. And peter starts to take notice in the readers health? And peter gets upset? Just alot of angst…but I would love it if you’d write this! Thank you beautiful! 💖💘💕 @ nevaehsuga
warnings: this may have triggers, as the reader does not have a good body image. some angst. some bad writing and swearing this may be very cliche and i apologize, however this is for you lovely, :) enjoy
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It was another regular Monday, but you got a really cute shirt to go with your jeans over the weekend. As you put on your outfit you noticed one thing. Your jeans were too small for you. You were equally perplexed and shocked, as these were relatively new jeans that you got just a few months ago. This caused you to be worried on some extent, however you brushed it off, thinking maybe the jeans had shrunk in the wash or whatever.
Over the weeks you would notice how your things would become too small, and you had to buy new things that were a few sizes larger. You had always been quite slim your entire life so this change created quite an anxiety for you, making you more and more self-conscious by the day.
Just walking down the corridor with your boyfriend, Peter Parker, and you felt so much larger, compared to all the other slim girls in your grade. You are so fat compared to them, you thought, this is probably why Peter was getting busier and rarely comes over to see you. There are so many girls prettier than you, skinnier, smarter.
Your own mind was beating you down; you had to do something.
Your mom usually worked early shifts at the hospital, so it wasn’t hard to skip breakfast. You still ate just a little bit of lunch, so that Peter and Ned didn’t notice what you were doing. You skipped dinners, telling your mom that you already ate earlier before she came home from work. She didn’t at all find that strange, as she occasionally also took the night shift too; extra money couldn’t hurt anyone could it?
You were starving but you were still losing weight, so the thought of becoming the weight you were before outmatched the grumbling of your stomach. Now slowly you were losing a few pounds. At first it was a week, now it was two. At least you could fit back into some of your old clothes. You know it wasn’t good to do this for a long time, but a couple of weeks couldn’t hurt, right? Besides you ate a banana every time you were too tired or hungry, so you still were kind of eating.
One evening May had invited you to dinner, and you couldn’t say no as you were studying with Peter for English, because Peter sucked at it and he also had an test two days later while English was a subject you practically had superpowers in (you were a book nerd). May invited you to your favorite restaurant, as we all know May cant cook, and after not eating for so long you were practically carving something to eat.
“So how are things, Y/N? Peter has been quite busy with the Stark Internship, so guys didn’t have much time to hang out,” May asked you, curious to know about how you’ve been.
“I’m good, quite busy with my Art project actually,” you said, your stomach churning by the second you put food in your stomach. “How have you been May? Peter not too much trouble?” you teased, trying to cover up that you might throw up any moment.
“Well he’s a teenage boy so there goes that, but overall things are great, I had a change in my shift so I don’t have to get up so early in the morning now.”
“-Sorry, would you excuse me for a moment please.” You rushed out to the bathroom. Holding y with one hand and your other hand around your stomach you retched everything that went into your stomach out. You felt even worse than you had before. Your stomach was empty, there was a tear running down your cheek, and a volatile taste of vomit lingered in your mouth. You stood up on shaking legs, fatigue and sweat overwhelming your body. The cool water soothed you a bit as you washed your face. Taking a deep breath you calmed yourself down, put on a bit of makeup that you had before so that nothing would be different. This is for the better, you thought, I’ll be skinnier and prettier, so Peter won’t be ashamed to call me his girlfriend. You gave yourself a weak smile in the mirror, as a few sharp nocks rang out from the door.
“Hey, sweetheart, is everything okay?” Peter’s concerned voice woken you back to reality as you replied back to him.
“Yeah, everything’s okay, don’t worry Peter, I’ll be right out.”
A week later on a Friday afternoon, you, Peter and Ned had a movie marathon night, during which May cooked a dinner that ultimately went to trash, not surprising anyone.
You guys ordered pizza, which you didn’t eat, saying that you had a full lunch. Ned shrugged but still gave you an absurd look, knowing that you probably loved pizza more than life. However Peter gave you a longer, lingering questioning look, which made you squirm just a little. Nevertheless this was soon forgotten after the movie started.
Peter opened his arms, and you crawled into them with a moment of hesitation, a toxic thought of if Peter thought that you were too fat or heavy. You lay in front of him with his arm under your neck playing with your hand and the other was softly brushing through your hair. Peter’s smell overwhelmed you and the soothing movements of your hand were lulling you to sleep.
You snoozed, and when you woke up the next movie was already playing, Ned wasn’t there-presumably went home as he had a curfew. You really needed the bathroom, so you stood up as carefully as you could without bothering Peter. As you started walking you abruptly became dizzy, your head spinning, and your stomach now throbbing fervently. Your legs became weak, and your vision blurred. Your knees gave out and you fell to the ground with a thud, startling Peter into awareness.
“Y/N? No, no no,” Peter called out as he ran over to you, “hey, Y/N look at me, wake up.”
You gave out no response, fear seeping into Peter as he carried you to his bed.
“What happening to you? Why won’t you talk to me?” Peter muttered to you, stroking your hair.
You groaned as you were gaining consciousness. You had fainted before, but never in front of anyone, nor did you hit your head hard enough to crack it before.
“Y/N?”
“Where am I?” you moaned, reaching with your hand to touch your head where you hit it. You were lying down in bed that had an unknown smell to you, but it felt like home. Your head and neck were propped up with two pillows and under you was a soft blanket in red and blue patterns. In front of you was sitting a handsome cute looking guy, who had a very fearful look on his face. His hair was in soft curls, and was sticking up a bit as if he had run his hands through in a few times in agitation. His eyes were a soft honey brown color, kind and warm, the kind that would make your heart melt. Whatever the case was, you did not understand why you were in strange bed, with a boy before you and a throbbing skull.
“Hey, we were having movie night remember? With Ned? May made inconsumable dinner that went to trash so we ordered your favorite pizza, remember? You fell asleep on me,” Peter rambled on, his large soft brown eyes agitatedly searching yours.
You couldn’t remember anything at all. Not the school you went to, not what your best friend looked like, but worst of all you didn’t remember who the beautiful boy fretting about you was. And it made your heart ache, even though you had though no idea why.
Staring at him blankly, you could see his heart break, feeling his pain as a tear strolled down his face. All you wanted was to take his pain away.
“What did you do to yourself?” he muttered to himself, his hand still stroking your cheek. Your mind didn’t remember him, but your heart did, and so it longed to be in his arms, and it kind of scared you.
“Do you remember your name?” he queried gently.
“Yes.”
Your voice was quiet, almost incoherent.
“Do you remember what you like to drink in the mornings, what your favorite song was and why it was your favorite? Or what you loved to do to embarrass me, or what you would do when you thought Ned and I were being stupid?” His voice was on the verge of agony, pain seeping through any movement he made.
However your blank stare seemed to kill him a little bit more, if that were possible
“Do you remember me?” the words came out as a croak, but his voice was beginning to come back to you.
You stared at him for a bit, watching another tear slip down his face at your silence, feeling your heart rupture once again for reasons unknown to you.
“P-Peter?”
He let out a large sigh of relieve, clutching your hand in his as he kissed your knuckles.
“What happened to you? What did you do to yourself?” His voice was desperate for answers, so much that you could still see how much he needed an explanation.
“It was nothing I just slipped and hit my head, so I passed out.” Your voice was so weak that you couldn’t believe yourself.
“Please don’t lie to me. You stopped eating lunch, you just pushed it round your plate. You couldn’t keep your dinner down when we went out to eat, and I thought that maybe you felt sick so then I would have taken you home and stayed with you, but you came out of the bathroom saying you were fine, while your legs were shaking and you were paler than snow. And today we ordered your favorite pizza and you didn’t even have a single slice, when normally you would eat the entire thing by yourself and would fight anyone if they tried to steal some. Now you can’t even stand. Please don’t lie to me sweetheart. Please.” The anguish in his voice now completely destroyed you. It made your heart stop at how much hurt you caused him.
“I stopped eating, because I gained weight and the more I saw those prettier girls in our grade, the more I thought I wasn’t good enough. I thought I was fat and ugly and just too big. You rarely ever spend time with me anymore, and we never go on dates, and it thought it was me and maybe you would prefer someone prettier and skinnier and smarter than me, like Liz and-“ your rambling was cut off by a slightly pissed off Peter.
“I thought you knew but now I know you don’t. Listen to me. There is no one else that I would want. You are stunning, and you aren’t just good enough. You are the best. You are so much more than ‘enough’. You are the most beautiful girl I have laid eyes on, yes. But I didn’t fall in love with you because you were beautiful. I fell in love you because you are kind, smart, headstrong, and because you were there for anyone who needed you. I fell in love with the girl who would buy a cup of tea and a cookie for the homeless man playing a trombone, because you thought no one deserved to live on the streets with no one with them, even though that meant you had to walk home because that money was your way home. I fell in love with the girl who would sit with new kid just because you didn’t want them sitting alone. You are gorgeous on the outside, but you are absolutely and completely disarming and bewitching on the inside.” His eyes were fierce, showing just how important it was for him that you understood him. They were also radiating affection and love.
“But-“
“No buts. I love you just how you are. To me, you are flawless.”
Your eyes widened as you registered what he said to you.
“You love me?”
“With every thing I have.”
Tears leaked from your eyes, as you still couldn’t believe what he said to you.
Peter softly wiped them away with his thumbs before kissing you on your forehead, both cheeks, and finally his lips landed on yours in a soft chaste loving kiss.
“Now that you know, lets go downstairs and feed you with some soup and nurse you back to health.” There was still pain in his eyes as he asked you one more question.
“How long?”
You cast your eyes down not wanting to look in his eyes as you answered his question.
“Three weeks.”
He let out a breath.
“Promise me. Promise me that you will never do something like this ever again. Promise me that you wont harm yourself on purpose again. It hurts me that you would ever do something like that. Promise me that you will never change for someone else’s benefit.”
“I promise.”
“Thank you,” Peter breathed out, relieved.
With an arm around you, Peter tried helped you stand up, however you were too weak, and stumbled.
“Fuck it.” Before you could ask, you let out a small shriek as Peter hoisted you up in his arms, and carried you to the living room bridal style.
“Besides, you’re not ‘big’ or ‘fat’ Y/N. When things get heated they expand, and so you are hot. Incredibly hot,” Peter murmured.
“That was so awful, Parker,” you giggled into his neck.
“I made you laugh,” you could hear the smile in his voice.
“Also you are very comfortable to cuddle with. Can you imagine trying to cuddle with those skinny girls? It’ll be like trying to sleep on Mount Everest. Hard and rocky and cold.”
You giggled once again as he set you down on the sofa. Something wasn’t right. How could your skinny lanky Peter be able to carry you with not so much as a grunt?
“Peter.”
“Yeah”
“How are you so strong?”
“shit.”
#Peter Parker x plus sized!reader#peter parker#peter parker x reader#plus size!reader#spider-man: homecoming#spiderman
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So I have this idea. Remember when the new sanders sides video didn't come out yet? Well, I saw some people talking about what houses they would be in and some of them said that Patton would be in Slythrin, now I was like "why would you put Patton in slythrin? He's not a bad guy!" but then I saw their explination and I was like woah... that makes alot of sense and I can't write it but like could you do a tiny ficabout how the other sides would react to Patton being chosen to be in Slythrin in p1
p 2 just like a little tiny fic that people do but like in a harry potter au?
Writing a fanfic in order to procrastinate writing another fanfic?
Yeah, that sounds like me.
No warnings I can think of. Let me know if I should add some. Forgive me for putting Virgil in a house. I’ve already written a fic about him being a squib and I wanna see our witch boy be a witch.
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Quadruplets. The teachers heard there would be quadruplets. Those who had lived to see the Weasley twins actually lost sleep the weeks before the new school year as they thought about what horrors four identical wizards could unleash upon the castle.
The brothers were hardly thinking about school at all, which is why they had to practically be dragged to Diagon Alley.
“Now why don’t you all pick out a snack or something and I’ll be back? Don’t spend it all on something you won’t want later.”
They all watched their dad walk off, piles of parcels in hand.
“We tire him.” Virgil said, tucking his new wand into his boot.
“Impossible. We’re a delight.” Roman said, flicking a sickle in the air and catching it.
“You’re going to break your wand.” Logan huffed. “Why would you put it in your boot?”
“Ollivander said it’s unyielding. Doesn’t that stand for anything?” Virgil said.
Logan sighed with that sigh that meant what was about to say was just so obvious. “Honestly Virgil, do you really think that…”
“BIRDS!”
Virgil, Roman, and Logan jumped as Patton yelled and ran for the window display with owls in it. The argument was quickly forgotten before it even started.
“Yes Patton, those are birds.” Logan sighed, walking towards the shop.
“I’m gonna get one.” Patton said with determination.
“You nerds can look at birds.” Roman said. “Virgil and I are going to the broom shop.”
“Oh Roman I don’t wanna…”
Roman grabbed Virgil by the wrist and dragged him down the alley before he could protest any further.
“Roman, I want a cat!” Virgil exclaimed.
Logan and Patton shared a small smile and went into the pet store together.
After a good amount of convincing and diverting of attention, mostly on Patton’s part, all four of them left with a pet and a new broom and didn’t have to choose one or the other.
They all sat in their room. Virgil and Roman were tossing a quaffle back and forth between their beds while Logan read from his new spell book and Patton attempted to bond with his new barn owl.
“Why do I humor you again?” Virgil asked. “I don’t even like quittich.”
“No way!” Roman said, tossing the quaffle harder this time, “We’re going to be the stars of the Gryffindor team, I know it!”
“You don’t even know what house you’re in yet.” Logan said, taking a bite of apple and never looking up from his book.
“Yes I do. Virgil and I are going to be in Gryffindor while you go to Ravenclaw and Patton goes to Hufflepuff like dad did. It’s so obvious.”
“Well what if one of you went to Slytherin?” Logan said.
Roman caught the quaffle and then dropped it. “I have told you before, nobody in this family has ever been in Slytherin. That’s why I know Virgil is going to be with me.”
“With our luck we’re all going to end up in different houses.” Virgil said, folding his arms and falling into a sitting position.
“Oh of course not guys!” Patton said happily. “Hey you guys I think I’m gonna name her Honey.”
The attention turned to Patton, Logan, and Roman’s new owls and eventually escalated into Virgil having to keep his black cat from eating Roman’s.
“But why can’t I bring my broom?” Roman whined.
“Because first years can’t bring their own brooms, halfwit.” Logan said.
“Now play nice.” their dad said.
They all got hugs and kisses goodbye. Even Virgil, who looked like he wanted to puke.
“So how do I tell you apart?” The girl sharing their compartment asked.
“Logan and I wear glasses!” Patton said happily.
“Because we fell in a cursed well when we were five and became nearsighted.” Logan said, glaring at Roman.
“We were five! It was an accident! I’ve said I was sorry at least a hundred thousand times by now!” Roman said, throwing his hands in the air.
“Anyways,” Logan said angrily, “you can tell which one is Patton because he’s always happy.”
“And you can tell which one is Virgil because he’s always slouching.” Roman said.
Virgil glared. “And Roman is the one that’s full of himself.” he said.
“Who can tell that from how I look?” Roman asked.
“Oh, they can tell.” Logan said.
“Well I never…” Roman began.
“Hey! I got a Ginny Weasley card!” Patton said, holding the chocolate frog card up in the air.
“What? Let me see!” The girl cried out, launching herself across the compartment.
The trip across the lake was everything they dreamed it would be. All of them seemed nervous waiting for the hat except Roman.
“How can you not be nervous?” Virgil hissed. “They’re going to put you in front of everyone while a magic hat judges you.”
“Because I know which table is going to be cheering for me.” Roman said.
“Don’t jump to conclusions. Dad keeps telling you not to do that.” Logan scolded.
Logan was called up first. He was also the oldest quadruplet. They had been named in alphabetical order.
The hat covered his eyes and Logan stood there properly for almost three entire minutes before the hat yelled out a name.
“Gryffindor!” It called out.
Logan’s look of shock was identical to his brothers’ as the Gryffindors exploded into applause and he shakily made his way to the table.
Virgil and Roman shared a worried glance as Patton stepped up to the stool. Roman took his brother’s hand out of instinct and they both began to sweat up a storm. This wasn’t expected. What was even less expected was when the hat, after deliberating even longer than for Logan made its decision.
“Slytherin!” It yelled.
Roman nearly fell over. Virgil looked really scared. Patton looked over at his brothers and tried to smile, but it looked like he was going to be alone. they could tell he was upset. An outsider would think he was as happy as ever, but his brothers could tell. He wanted to cry.
Roman squeezed Virgil’s hand and feigned confidence as he marched up to the stool. The hat deliberated for about two minutes. Not nearly as long for the two older quadruplets, but still an uncommonly long time.
“Ravenclaw!” It finally said.
From the Gryffindor table Logan gave Roman a poisonous glare as he walked to the cheering Ravenclaw table in the middle of the room.
Virgil could barely move, he was shaking so badly. Normally he was the one that looked the most calm but now? He couldn’t even move. A professor, he forgot which one, gently guided him to the hat and he obediently sat down.
The hat deliberated. And it kept going. All Virgil heard in his head was “hmmm.” and variations thereof for over six minutes.
A hatstall. He just had to be a hatstall. It wasn’t even telling him what it was thinking about. He sat there, tears threatening to form in his eyes. He wasn’t going to be sorted. He was just going to sit here forever, or be expelled, or..
“Hufflepuff!”
The table in between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor erupted in cheering. Screaming and celebrating of every kind. They got a hatstall. Something that might only happen once every fifty years or more. A prefect from the Hufflepuff table came over and lifted Virgil on his shoulders and placed him right next to him at the table once he saw that the boy was too shocked to move.
“I… don’t belong here!” Virgil exclaimed.
“Nonsense. Of course you do.” the boy said, roughing up the younger student’s hair.
The four Sanders boys were uncharacteristically quiet that night.
Logan shuffled up to Gryffindor tower convinced he was going to hate it. He soon realized how wrong he was.
He wasn’t the only one there that liked reading, turned out, and the armchairs were at just the right angle to curl up with a textbook. Maybe… maybe he could become accustomed to this.
Roman walked the many flights of stairs unhappily and folded his arms tightly.
“What kills all things?” The knocker at the top of the staircase said.
“Time!” Roman called out. “Time!”
“That was quick. Well done.” The bird said before letting the students in.
The other Ravenclaws looked at their confident new classmate in awe. Hmmm. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Virgil looked around the common room near the kitchens and listened to the prefect brag that no non Hufflepuff had been inside there for a thousand years. Well, that couldn’t possibly be true. And if it was the streak would have to be broken. Patton was gonna love this place.
Patton loved this place. The chill of the common room was so lovely, and that was… was that the giant squid? Oh my, yes. Look at all these calming green colors. What did Roman have against this place again?
The next morning at breakfast all of them got a package. Virgil got his dad’s old black and yellow scarf. Roman and Logan got house hats from family friends, and Patton got a brand new pin to put on his backpack with a note attached that read:
“Patton, I always suspected you were a Slytherin. You are so good at keeping the others out of trouble I hardly have to do anything. I’m not worried. You’re the first Slytherin in the family and I am so proud! I can’t wait to tell everyone about it. Keep keeping them out of trouble for me. -Dad”
Patton would keep that note near him for the rest of his life. He always knew where it was, even when he did fail to keep the others out of trouble.
A paper airplane flew across the room and hit him in the head. He unfolded it and read the note inside.
“Hey snake face, meet us by the kitchens. Verge says he has something to show us.”
He was really going to have to talk to Roman about his nicknames.
After classes were over they all sat on tables in the kitchens while the house elves worked around them.
“So you’re not angry?” Patton asked as he sipped on Pumpkin juice.
“If any of you should be angry at someone it should be me.” Virgil said. “I got dad’s old scarf. I think we always thought Patton would get it.”
“Well the only person I’m mad at is Roman, but that’s probably unjustified.” Logan said.
“Probably?” Roman asked. “And I’m not mad. I probably shouldn’t have said so many things about Slytherin.”
“That’s okay.” Patton said.
“Are we even allowed to be here?” Logan asked.
“Not technically” the other three said in unison.
“Oh, for the love of Merlin.” Logan mumbled.
#roman wrote a thing#roman made a gif#hogwarts au#sanders sides au#sanders sides#thomas sanders#patton sanders#morality sanders#virgil sanders#anxiety sanders#prince sanders#roman sanders#logic sanders#logan sanders#fanfiction#fanfic#fan fiction#fan fic
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Hey! I just found this blog, and it's super cute! All your writing is so great! I hope you don't mind me requesting? Sorry if I'm bothering you, but could I ask for scenarios/headcanons with Leo, Hinata, Natsume, and Chiaki taking their childish s/o to a Matsuri? Or if you don't know enough about Matsuris then just something cute like watching fireworks or lighting sparklers will do! Thank you! And you don't need to rush on this, since it seems you have alot :v
watch me rush on this anyway lmao i’d better post that while it’s stillsummer !!! aaah a matsuri request !!!! fortunately I knew enough about it towrite these ! I hope you’ll enjoy them ♥ natsume ended up a tiny bit longer than the others bc he a thot - mod mademoiselle
Leo :
The summer festival was packed fullwith people, tonight ! You were hesitantly walking amongst the crowd, reachingon your tiptoes to try and see if your boyfriend was here. Unfortunately, he’snot exactly the tallest, so he doesn’t stand out in crowds… that is, unless hestarts shouting.
“Heeeeeyyy ! Over heeeere !” Ah, that was definitely Leo’s voice ! You turned around, and here hewas, grinning widely at you. Not paying mind to the people still going about,you rushed in your boyfriend’s arms, giggling happily. He was laughing too,even carrying you to the best of his ability. You were surprised to see he waswearing a yukata, and it suited him really well ! The garment reallycomplimented his skinny frame. He took in your own figure with a wide smile.
“Whoooaa, you’re wearing a yukata too ! It’s so cute !” he exclaimed, and yousmiled, a bit relieved to hear he liked it.
“Thanks, yours looks really good too !” He grinned at the compliment, his hand naturally finding yours andsqueezing it tight. That’s what you loved about your boyfriend : he tended toact on impulse ! That just made his every action so much more genuine.
“Ruka-tan helped me put it on, since I’m so bad at it!” Leo laughed loudly, prompting a few people to turnand watch him in amusement. He seemed to be in an even better mood than usual !The colorful and enthusiastic atmosphere of the festival probably had a part inthis… but before you had the time to ponder about that, he was already pullingyour hand and pointing at a stall in the distance.
“Whoa, not so fast, Leo !” Youwere struggling to match his pace, but this just made it so much funnier. Leodidn’t slow down anyway, just drawing his tongue at you before going evenfaster. Your wooden sandals were making it pretty hard to run, at least withoutstumbling. Leo was excitedly blabbering, visibly not noticing your struggles.
“Hurry hurry, there’s a game I wanna play ! I betyou’ve never tried it, too !” He stopped in front of a stallwhere children were lining up, eyes twinkling with impatience. To be honest,his enthusiasm was extremely contagious and you found yourself smiling widelytoo.
When it was finally your turn, Leorushed to the stand owner to pay for the game. It seemed to be about catchingfish with a scoop… Goldfish were swimming calmly in the water, their long finsundulating in the ripples. Leo was focusing already, squatting down to observethe fish at eye-level. His tongue was slightly drawing from his mouth in hisconcentration, and that sight made you giggle.
“Whaaat ? You making fun of me ? I bet you suck atthis though, even more than me !” He tried to scoop one of thegoldfish out of the water, but it swam away immediately. With an impatient little groan, hetried again, and once more the fish went to hide at his brusque movements.
“Hey, you’re doing it too fast ! Look, the fish areafraid. Let me try !” You tried to take the scoop out ofyour boyfriend’s hand, but he wouldn’t let you, eyebrows furrowed.
“Aah, don’t steal my scoop ! It’s mine, I paid for it!” You huffed your cheeks in protest, but he wouldn’tbudge and you eventually gave up, groaning. Leo’s triumphant smile was soonwashed away by concentration again as he tried scooping out one of the fish, onlyto fail again.
“I told you, you’re too fast, but you wouldn’tlisten.” You were pouting, much to Leo’s dismay.
“Hey, don’t be angry at me ! You’re not angry, right?” You didn’t answer, looking away. The stand ownerlaughed, shaking his head, and Leo tried to meet your gaze, to no avail.
“Of course I’m not angry.” Youturned a bit towards your boyfriend’s worried face, but your lips were stillcontorted in a small pout.
“Thank god ! Here, I’ll let you try. I bet you can’tdo it anyway !” Leo handed you the scoop, and you grinned at him,kissing his cheek before looking the fish over.
“I think you have to go for it more slowly”, you whispered, gently approaching one of the fish with the scoop. Assoon as you were getting close to it, you scooped it out of the water, andLeo’s eyes widened… only for it to fall in the water. The scoop was made ofpaper, and it softly tore right under the fish you’d managed to catch.
“Ah, that’s not fair ! You were so close !” Leo was pouting, and you smiled, taking your wallet. Once you’d given afew more coins to the stand owner, you had a brand-new scoop and were trying tocatch the fish again. That is, until Leo suddenly started flailing about.
“Not that one, not that one !” He’d suddenly screamed way too close to your ear, and you jumped a bitin surprise, causing the fish to swim away quickly.
“Hey, don’t scare me like that, Leo ! See, the fishare afraid again now.” Leo quickly pecked your cheek inapology, then pointed to a bright orange fish with a white tail.
“Try to catch this one ! I want it.”
“Why ? I think the white one is cuter”, you retorted, watching your favorite fish leisurely swim with theothers. Leo grinned at you, leaning his head on your shoulder.
“Because it has cute eyes. They remind me of yours !” You just stared blankly at the huge, empty eyes of the fish. Was thatsupposed to be a compliment… ?
“Uh, thanks, I guess ? But I don’t know, it reminds meof you, actually. It’s the same color as your hair !” Leo gasped at your comment, nodding furiously.
“Ah, you’re right ! Then I’m going to call him Leo theSecond !” Well, at least he has an interesting naming sense.
“Wait until I catch him first”, you laughed. You tried to focus on the one fish Leo wanted, when hesuddenly grabbed your face with two hands and loudly smooched you. You wereleft blinking in surprise, cheeks slightly pink.
“It’s a good luck charm ! Now scoop Leo the Secondout, I really wanna bring him home !” Leo wassmiling widely, the colorful lights from the paper lanterns reflecting in hiseyes. He looked absolutely gorgeous, and you suddenly realized you’d beenstaring at him in awe for a moment. With a sheepish little nod, you got readyto try scooping the fish again. You approached it as slowly as you could,hoping the paper wouldn’t break this time… and you successfully scooped it outof the water, proudly showing it to the owner. Leo laughed brightly, clappingas the owner gently put the fish in a small plastic bag filled with water.
“Be careful, alright ? Treat him well.” You took the bag from the stand owner with a smile, then handed itover to your boyfriend, whose eyes widened slightly in surprise.
“Eh, why are you giving it to me… ? You won it, soit’s yours !” he chirped, giving you the bag again. You shook yourhead, teasingly pecking Leo’s lips.
“You’re the one who really wanted it. It’s all yours !Let’s say it’s a gift from me.” Leo stared at you incredulously, notsure if he should believe you. He then shyly took the bag, cheeks tinted pink.
“Thank you… It’s the first time someone ever—” He suddenly stopped, mouth hanging open. You briefly wondered why, butthen you heard them. The fireworks. Leo gasped, and you could swear his facehad literally lightened up in just a second.
“Aah, it’s the fireworks show ! We can’t miss it !!Come on, hurry up, I wanna get a nice spot !” And heleft running, tugging on your hand to get you to move. You laughed, trying yourbest to match his pace without stumbling.
“Don’t run so fast ! What if you harm the fish ?” He just sent a boyish grin your way as a response, but actually sloweddown a bit.
“I won’t, promise ! You gave it to me, after all. It’skinda like we’re its parents !” You stopped in your tracks,blushing a bit. Parents, huh… ? You couldn’t help but imagine, maybe… you andLeo, older but even happier, with kids of your own…
“Come on, you’re soooo slow ! Hurry or we’re gonnamiss it all !!” You hadno time to dawdle on these thoughts any longer : as usual, Leo was pulling onyour hand and laughing brightly. But there was no way you’d ever get tired ofit.
Hinata :
You were nervously fiddling withyour yukata’s sash, sitting on a bench. You weren’t usually so nervous, buttonight, the festival was crowded. People were looking at you, and youself-consciously fixed your hair. You just hoped you didn’t look too weird…
Your boyfriend was just a little bitlate, but as you suddenly spotted him amongst the crowd you understood why. Hewas with his twin brother and some of his classmates, joking around. As soon ashis eyes met yours, he waved at them and happily trotted to you.
“Sorry I’m late ! Yuta-kun had some trouble with hisyukata, and I couldn’t leave him looking ridiculous, you know ?” He winked at you, then gently helped you get up. Only then did he fullytake in the view, and he grinned, blushing a bit.
“Ah, you’re wearing a yukata too !It looks really nice on you~” He regretfully took his eyes awayfrom you, but took your hand with a mischievous grin. You looked around a bitand saw some other couples holding hands, so you decided to throw yourembarrassment by the window and intertwine your fingers together.
“Is it fine that you’re with me rather than with yourfriends ?” you asked, and he fervently nodded, squeezing yourfingers briefly.
“It’s a date, so of course yes ! I don’t wanna be withanyone else tonight, you know~” He wiggled his eyebrowssuggestively, making you giggle. Hinata looked positively delighted at thesound.
“Well that’s good, because I didn’t plan to give youaway to anyone else”, you airily answered, prompting yourboyfriend to smile. That was obviously the answer he’d been expecting.
You looked around a bit, unfamiliarwith the stalls and games of the festival. Hinata was quick to catch on,smirking teasingly.
“You’ve never come here before, right ?” he asked, and you nodded. “Then,does it make tonight your ‘first time’ ?” He sent a pointed look your way,eyes twinkling with amusement. You drew your tongue at him, making him chuckle.
“It’s just a joke, a joke~ Well anyway, hope you’rehungry, because tonight’s schedule revolves around sweets !” He looked so happy at that prospect, and you found his excited smile tobe contagious.
“Sounds good ! What’s first ?” He just pointed at an endless line of food stalls with a huge grin.Before you knew it, you were queueing alongside him, while he happily ordered abit of everything, from most of the stalls. Did he… intend to eat all of that ?
Soon enough, you were seated at atable near the main street, lit up by paper lanterns. Hinata went to get papernapkins and gave half of them to you with a little smile. “Believe me, you’re gonna get cream or chocolate all over your chin atsome point.” You could only stare at the impressive number of plates andcups filled with various desserts, your stomach grumbling in hunger.
“Yeah, looks that way… Ah, can I try that ?” you asked, pointing towards what looked like a fish-shaped waffle.Taiyaki, right ? Hinata nodded happily, handing you the treat.
“Just eat whatever you want ! There’s more than enoughfor two~” And he was right : even after sampling a bit ofeverything, there was still a lot more. But Hinata was certainly not planningto stop there.
“Come on, aaah~” Youhappily opened your mouth when he prompted you to, letting him spoon-feed you icecream. It was delicious, too ! Hinata looked pleased you liked it, taking aspoonful of it to try it too.
“Ah, wait”, youinterrupted, “I have to spoon-feed youtoo, right~ ?” He grinned, handing you the spoon and exaggeratedly openinghis mouth, prompting you to giggle. He didn’t look like he liked the icream though, andyou curiously titled your head sideways.
“I thought it was amazing, but you don’t seem to… ?” He shook your head at your question, even grimacing a bit.
“Nah, actually I think it’s not sweet enough.” But it was just perfect to you ? He grinned devilishly as he added : “But I know something that will make itmuch, much sweeter.” Before you had the time to answer anything, he leaneda bit and gently kissed your still-parted lips. You could only close your eyesand melt into the kiss as he deepened it, his hands finding your own. His lipswere warm and tasted of strawberry ice cream… You were surprised when hesuddenly pulled back, cheeks pink but smiling.
“There, much better, right ?” You just blinked, still dazed from the kiss, and he laughed, adding : “Man, I’ve always wanted to do that ! Sorryif it was cheesy.” He winked, prompting you to smile.
“I wouldn’t mind if you did stuff like that moreoften, though !” You stood up, throwing away the napkins and emptycontainers with your boyfriend’s help, before he gently guided you amongst thecrowd again. His hand was softly squeezing yours again, and it felt so nice tobe connected to him…
“I have something else in store for you~ I hope you’renot afraid of fire ?” You answered his question with asmall frown. You hoped he wasn’t planning anything dangerous…
“It depends, I guess ? Why ? Don’t tell me—” He cut you off with a laugh, gently stroking the back of your hand withhis thumb in a soothing motion.
“Hey, do you really think of me as someone sodangerous ? Naah, it’s nothing like that !” Hestopped in front of a stall, which seemed to sell…
“Sparklers ?” youasked, and he nodded happily. He definitely seemed to know a lot about them,asking for specific ones and happily going through the bag once he was donewith his purchase.
“Yep ! I’ve been playing with them a lot~ I remember,when I was little, Yuta-kun was really afraid of them for some reason ! I’dchase after him with sparklers and say ‘Yuta-kun, I’m going to burn you alive’…! Ah, fun times.” Well, at least hewas having fun…
“You know, Hinata, I think I’m starting to grasp whyYuta always runs away from you.” You smiled at your boyfriend, wholaughed loudly before playfully elbowing you.
“Don’t say that ! It’s just that he’s shy aboutshowing his love for me~ Anyway, help me find a nice, secluded little cornerplease ! Wouldn’t want to accidentally burn anyone alive, for real this time~” You giggled and started looking for a quiet place where you could gowith him, and eventually you found a perfect spot.
As you were holding the bag open andexamining its contents carefully, Hinata took one of the sparklers and expertlylit it up. You reflexively took a few steps back, but he was laughing, waving thecolored light around.
“Don’t be afraid, it’s not dangerous or anything !Look, it’s so pretty.” He lit up another one and wasforming intricate shapes and patterns by moving them fast. You couldn’t tearyour eyes away from him.
“You’re right ! It’s really beautiful”, you whispered. He grinned before gently handing you one of hissparklers. You hesitantly took it, but soon got used to it and started to playaround with it just like Hinata did. Whenever one of the sparklers would gooff, Hinata would light up a new one. Some of them sent bright sparkles flyingabout, while some were best to move around fast, and your boyfriend knew whatevery single one of them was just perfect for !
“Hey, hey, look !” Hinatacalled out, and you turned your head his way. He was forming a heart out ofbright light, grinning happily. You smiled, trying it out too to see if youcould do it.
“I can do it too ! I really wish I could take somepictures though…” Hinata shook his head at your comment, whichsurprised you for a moment.
“No need for pictures ! Just carve tonight into yourmemories~ Y’know, I’m going to remember you for my entire life !” Maybe he was just joking around, as he usually was, but for some reasonyou profusely blushed at that thought. If he was serious… then it would be oneof the prettiest things you were ever told. Not noticing your sudden shyness,Hinata was still playing around with the sparklers.
“Look, look, I’m writing your name ! And mine too !H…. I…. N… Oh wait, we should totally carve them in a tree somewhere !” He suddenly stopped moving his sparklers around, looking for a suitabletree nearby.
“I don’t have anything you could use for that though”,you answered. Hinata nodded dejectedly, visiblydisappointed at the thought he wouldn’t get to carve your initials here foreveryone to see.
“Maybe that’s better for the trees anyway… Well,sometimes I want everyone to know about us, but I probably don’t need to~” You thought his face looked just a bit more serious for a moment, butmaybe it was just the weak lighting of the sparklers…
He lit up another sparkler, and youcould briefly distinguish his face in more detail. He was looking at you, asmall smile on his lips, so uncharacteristically different of his usual grin.
“I mean”, he added, “why should I need everyone knowing ? As long as you do, I’m happy.”
You smiled bashfully at his words,watching your last sparkler go off. Hinata’s went off too, and suddenly it wasjust the two of you, holding hands and kissing, with just the stars knowing.But it was more than enough.
Chiaki :
Everyone was so fired up tonight !It made you smile, your heart thumping loudly in your chest. You lovedfestivals, and you were so happy your boyfriend invited you to a datethere ! Besides, it seemed like he’d love the festival too.
… Right. It seemed. You couldn’tfind him anywhere, and even though you tried to call him, he never picked uphis phone. Well, knowing him, he must have gotten pulled into something andyou’d run into him soon enough. You took your time strolling peacefully in thefestival, stopping by at stalls for a moment, buying delicious-looking food andenjoying it quietly. While it wasn’t bad to relax once in a while, you kind ofmissed the boisterous excitement your boyfriend would bring anywhere just by beingthere.
As you thought, it’s a lot lessfunny without Chiaki, right… ?
You were contemplating buying someapple candy when something else that was bright red suddenly caught yourattention. On the next stall were displayed a variety of masks to be worn witha yukata. You smiled as you looked one of them over. It was a tokusatsu hero’smask, red and all ! Once more, you were reminded of your boyfriend. You didn’thesitate one second and bought it, thinking you’d give it to Chiaki once you’dfind him.
As you were strolling down theendless line of stalls, you suddenly heard the distant sound of singing anddrums. The people who were walking about as you were had stopped, lining upalong the stalls. Was there a procession of some sort over there ? You tried tostand on tip-toe, but you couldn’t see much. The crowd seemed enthusiasticthough, whispering happily as the sound drew closer and closer.
Eventually, the procession came by.It was preceded by singing women in traditional attire, and you watched thempass by with wide eyes. The sight was so impressive ! Then came men carrying amikoshi, those portable shrines. They were chanting proudly, even though theylooked exhausted. That shrine certainly looked heavy… And then came the taikodrummers, led by… none other than Chiaki ?
Wait, was that Chiaki ? Yeah,actually, no doubt about that ! He was leading up the drummers proudly, joiningin the chants once in a while. When his eyes met yours, he gave you a brightsmile, full of enthusiasm and energy, before he went away with the rest of theprocession.
As soon as the procession had ended,he immediately rushed to you. Before you could say anything, he swooped you ina rib-crushing bear hug, even spinning you around.
“Chiaki ! I’m so happy you’re here !” You hugged him tight too, secretly relieved he didn’t just forget yourdate.
“About that… I’m awfully sorry ! I’m so late, this isunforgivable… ! I was held back by the procession, as you can see… They weremissing a drummer, and I couldn’t just leave them be !” He gave you an apologetic smile, to which you answered with one of yourown.
“It’s fine ! I’m just really, really glad you’rehere…” He gently stroked your hair, a small frown on hislips, seemingly not reassured by your comment.
“But still, I made you wait… I shall be all yours fromnow on ! You can make me do whatever you please— what is that ?” You were handing him a paper bag, inside of which was the mask you’dbought for him earlier. Your mischievous smile made him grin happily in histurn, and before you knew it, he’d opened it.
“It’s a gift I bought for you ! Do you like it ?” He was admiring the mask reverently, touching it with the utmost care,as if he were afraid to break it.
“It’s… absolutely perfect ! Well, anything from you isperfect anyway, but ! This is… !” He stopped a moment, clearly at aloss for words, then he put it on the side of his head with a smile. He wastrying his best to look composed, but his fingers were slightly trembling. Youeven had to help him, your fingers brushing against him and making him smileeven more. Once it was on, he leaned down to gently peck at your lips. Itlasted only a few seconds, but his cheeks were already red.
“T-The fireworks should start shortly, so I suggest wego and try to find a nice spot to watch them !” Younodded, and he looked a bit relieved. He didn’t even tense up too much when youtook his hand, instead stealing a glance at you and starting to smileuncontrollably when he noticed how happy you looked.
The locals seemed to know Chiaki, asa lot of people would smile to him or wave as he passed them by, and it madeyou acutely aware of how much people were looking at you too. They were mostlysmiling, their eyes falling on your jointed hands. Chiaki was still blushing,but bravely smiled back, even squeezing your fingers tighter. How cute…
You stopped on the way to buy somesweets, and as you were done, a sound suddenly caught your attention. Was that…crying ? More accurately, a child was crying. He looked like he was about threeor four years old, sobbing uncontrollably between two stalls. Chiakiimmediately spotted him and rushed to him, kneeling in front of him.
“Are you okay ? Did you get lost… ?” The child nodded, sniffing loudly. You quickly looked for a tissue, andhelped the poor little boy wipe away his tears. Chiaki sent you a worried gaze,then looked back to the child. He was visibly conflicted. Finally, he took ashaky breath.
“Do you mind if…” Youinterrupted him, smiling gently.
“Of course not ! Let’s help him find his parents.” Chiaki looked immensely relieved, and smiled shakily at you before hegently swooped up the boy in his arms. He seemed like he was used to it !
“Don’t cry, young boy ! We will help you find yourparents again ! I’m a hero, you know, so it’s nothing unusual for me !” The boy had calmed down a bit, and was staring at your boyfriend withwide eyes.
“You’re a… real hero ?” Chiakinodded fervently, before shooting you a meaningful look and adding in a boomingvoice :
“We’re both heroes, actually !”
“That’s true !” youchirped, nodding proudly. The child looked half-impressed, half-overjoyed atthe thought of meeting heroes, and Chiaki skillfully kept going, captivatinghis single-member audience fully.
“So you shouldn’t worry, alright ? We will definitelyfind your parents !” He kept reassuring the boy, addingin funny stories of his past hardships as a hero and soon enough, the child waslaughing in his arms, having completely forgotten about his parents. You justlooked at him with a happy smile. Chiaki seemed to be having a lot of fun too…
A sudden noise made you jump insurprise. That’s right, the fireworks… ! Chiaki immediately turned your way,panicked.
“I forgot, but we were supposed to go see the fire—”
“Hey, it’s alright ! I really don’t mind. Shouldn’t wemove away from them actually ? Isn’t the boy afraid of them ?” You and Chiaki looked over to the child, still cozily snug in Chiaki’sarms… and he was peacefully asleep against his chest, even drooling a bit overhim. You smiled at the sight, and Chiaki got a bit closer to your ear towhisper :
“Then let’s just stay here and watch ! We can stillsee them from here, look !” He was right : it was pretty crowdedhere, but at least you had a nice view of the night sky. The fireworks weregorgeous… You were so absorbed in your contemplation that you were surprisedwhen Chiaki shyly put his free arm around your waist, and you leaned your headagainst his shoulder. The night was so calm and peaceful…
“Oh my, isn’t your little boy a darling ?” A kind-looking old lady standing near you smiled at you, and Chiakisent you an embarrassed little smile. You felt your cheeks heat up a bit andshakily raised your voice.
“Oh, actually, this is—”
“He is, isn’t he ?” Chiakihad suddenly cut you off, and for a moment, you completely lost track of yourthoughts. Did he just… agree with her ? His cheeks were getting increasinglyredder, but he was smiling happily at the child snuggled up in his arms, like afather would.
“How nice, to be young and in love !” The old lady laughed and raised her head to admire the night sky again.You sneaked a glance at your boyfriend, who did exactly the same thing, and thetwo of you just exchanged a happy, if flustered smile.
Sure, you’d find the boy’s parentssoon enough but… maybe you could enjoy your evening for just a little bitlonger, beforehand. It’s okay to be a little bit selfish sometimes, right… ?
Natsume :
You were absorbed in yourcontemplation of the colorful paper lanterns lighting up the streets, notreally paying attention to the people going about. It was a warm and pleasantsummer evening, buzzing with excitement. Children were running about andlaughing, people were chatting… but Natsume looked strangely serene, when youran up to him.
“Natsume !” You jumped in his arms,hugging him tight. He chuckled and held you briefly, eyes twinkling withamusement.
“Did you really miss me that much ?I’m touched, little kitten.” You couldn’t help but smile when you noticed hereally had a dissonant air of calm about him, almost as if the overexcitedatmosphere wasn’t contagious to him. He casually slipped an arm around yourwaist, strolling lazily between the stalls and examining your every reaction.If you knew him any less than you did, you’d think he was used to festivals orjust very casual about them…
… but Natsume’s probably the one personyou know best. His eyes were constantly darting all over the place, and hiseyebrows were just a tiny bit furrowed. He never came here. It’s his first time,and as much as he was trying to guide you in the stall-lined streets, he justended up following the other people strolling about. You couldn’t help but feellike teasing him…
“Feels weird to finally get out ofyour room, huh ? How’s the outside world ?” He smirked in response, bringingyou a bit closer to him.
“I can still go back home, you know.”He said that in a light, teasing tone, but you wondered if he wasn’thalf-serious… You couldn’t help but sneak a glance at him, when he was notlooking. He did wear a yukata and was carrying a folding fan in his free hand,but he looked over-cautious. To you, it was painfully obvious he wasn’t feelingat ease here. Maybe he’s really the indoor-type…
His eyes widened subtly for just asecond when you gently took his hand, softly removing it from your waist tohold it in yours instead. The pressure of your fingers against his was warm andgentle, just enough to remind him you were there, with him.
“It’s all good, Natsume, I’m here”,you smiled to him. He immediately answered back with a smirk of his own, butyou did sense his confusion just moments ago.
“I do hope it is. I came here foryou, you know.” His golden eyes reflected the colorful lights from the paperlanterns, and for a moment you were lost deep inside them. They didn’t look nearly asteasing as they usually did and were instead much softer… Was that gratitude ?
Too soon, the usual Natsume was backthough, whispering snarky comments to make you laugh. You didn’t exactlydislike this Natsume, but… you also were curious about the one you caughtglimpses of, sometimes. The quieter, more emotional Natsume that hid behind hisusual witty façade. Today, you faintly felt his presence, as your boyfriendgently squeezed your fingers in his from time to time. A particularly insistentsqueeze brought you back to the real world, as he nodded towards a stall.
“If it isn’t thatone plushie you really wanted last time…” You gasped, suddenlyremembering it. This small cat plushie ! You’d seen it in a crane game lastweek ! Neither you nor Natsume could win it though, so you had to give it up…
“Ah, you’re right ! I still want itthough ! Come on, Natsume, win it for me… !” You were practically bouncing inexcitement, gripping your boyfriend’s hand tighter, and he chuckled. He didlove your childish side…
“Aren’t you a lucky one, kitten.Shooting games are one of my specialties.” You laughed at his comment, as he wasgetting his wallet and paying the stand owner.
“What isn’t ? You’re always so good ateverything you try”, you retorted teasingly. He smiled in response, but itlacked the usual slyness he had most of the time.
“I wish, kitten.” Another glimpse ofhis hidden self, but it disappeared with just a blink. The usual, smirkingNatsume was back, studying attentively the display with his air gun in hand.
“You’d better focus real hard,Natsume ! I really want this plushie, you know ?” He chuckled in response,already aiming. His eyes were calmly roaming about, catching every detail, and he looked sofocused already…
“You can count on me. I’m not goingto let it slip me right by another time.” And with that, he shot. You gaspedloudly : he really was good ! The targets fell one after the other, and he onlymissed one, although you could tell he was pretty annoyed at it. Once he wasdone, he gave the gun back to the owner with a smirk while you rushed to hughim tight.
“Hey, you’re so good ! I thought itwas just a bluff !” He shook his head at your comment, amused.
“I don’t make it a habit to backdown when it’s for you, you know.” Your attention was quickly caught by thestand owner, who was smiling at you.
“You definitely earned one of theprizes from here ! Which one do you want ?” Ah, he was showing the display inwhich the plushie you wanted was ! You pointed at it immediately.
“This kitty here, please !” Theowner took it from the display and handed it to you, and you couldn’t refrain ahappy little laugh. Natsume chuckled when you jumped in his arms, hugginghim so tight you might leave bruises.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou ! Youreally did it ! Aaah, I’m so happy !” Natsume was about to tease you for beingso childish, but you kissed him right then and there, effectively making himshut up for the first time since you started dating him. He quickly got a hangof himself though, and broke the kiss soon enough.
“People are waiting, kitten. If youwant to do that sort of things, you’d better find a quiet place before.” Youcould tell he was serious though, so you quickly gripped his hand with a blush.Right now, there was nothing you wanted more than being alone with yourboyfriend…
Soon enough, you and Natsume hadfound a quiet little corner, not far from the nearby river. You were out ofbreath from all the kissing, but he wouldn’t stop, gently pushing you against atree and nibbling at your neck. He looked unusually serious today… There was noteasing, no smirks and no chuckles. He was just quietly longing for your warmth,eyes half-lidded as he kissed you over and over again. That is, until henoticed you were looking pointedly away.
“Could it be that you’re notsatisfied yet, kitten ? You’re distracted.” You blushed a bit but drew yourtongue at him in response, prompting him to kiss you a bit more roughly thistime.
“No, actually, I was looking at theriver… It’s really pretty, with all those lanterns.” Intrigued, he shot a lookat the river and his eyes widened a bit at the sight. Square lanterns weredrifting on the water, lit up by candles. It seemed like people were lightingthem up further away before putting them on the water… Your boyfriend’s lipsparted for a moment, but quickly closed.
“It is.” It was all he couldeventually say, surprising you a little. Was he moved by the beauty of thesight ? That thought made you smile lovingly, and suddenly, you had an idea.
“Do you want to go and light up alantern too ? These people must be getting them from somewhere”, you remarked,and he looked a bit surprised but nodded slowly.
“If you wouldn’t mind, then… By allmeans.” When you took his hand to guide him to the riverbank, it was grippingyours almost shyly, prompting you to giggle. It’s like you caught anotherglimpse of the quieter and shier Natsume…
You and your boyfriend got each alantern, and you were kneeling on the grass bed before the river, a sharpie inhand. “Looks like we have to write a wish inside before we light them up”, youcommented, lost in your thoughts.
What could you write… ? It’s prettyhard to come with a wish on the spot. Natsume looked just as deep in thoughtsas you were, then slowly started to write. You tried to sneak a glance, but heprotectively hid his lantern under his arms. When he realized it, he smirkedlightly, leaving you to chuckle. Secretive, isn’t he ?
Once you were done with your ownlantern, you lit up the candle inside. Natsume soon did the same, and the twoof you gently placed the lanterns on the rippling water. You were worried itwould just sink, but it floated instead, softly illuminating the river as itwent further away. You just sat there, watching as the lanterns drifted away,carried by the water. Your boyfriend looked so absorbed in his thoughts thatyou had to gently squeeze his hand for him to get back on earth.
“Come on, Natsume, our clothes aregoing to get dirty. Let’s move !” He nodded, helping you up. He did try to makea few sarcastic comments, as you were going back to the colorful andenthusiastic atmosphere of the festival, but you faintly felt he was feelingcontemplative tonight. He looked a bit more withdrawn than usual, too… Which is whyyou were surprised when he suddenly hugged you from behind, just before you gotback to the main area of the festival.
“Can I ask what you wished for ?” Hewhispered near your ear, making you shiver. You tried looking at him, but hehid his face in your neck, gently biting it as an excuse. Oh, but he wouldn’tfool you…
“It’s a secret ! If I tell you, itwon’t get true, you know~” You felt his lips curl into a small smile againstyour skin, but he didn’t insist. He seemed to be taking this whole wish thingvery seriously, which was uncharacteristic of him… “Well, I can tell youit’s something related to you though”, you added as an afterthought. You didn’treally say what exactly you wished for, so it shouldn’t count, right ?
Natsume just stayed silent a moment,arms unmoving around your shoulders. You closed your eyes, lettingyourself be swept by the moment. When your boyfriend finally answered, hisvoice was quieter than usual.
“I’m glad.” He kissed your neck onelast time, then your cheek, and finally the corners of your mouth. You turnedyour head sideway, trying to kiss him too, but he denied you with a littlechuckle. Now that you could see his face, his eyes were brighter than usual andlooked so much softer…
Before you could look at him formuch longer, he suddenly kissed you. Usually, he’s all teeth and tongue, buttoday he was oh so gentle. His hand even slowly cupped your cheek, stroking itsoftly with his thumb. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, losingtrack of time. It felt just right… Warm, safe and right.
When Natsume softly broke the kiss,you hugged him tight. You could faintly hear his heartbeat under his skin… andin the absolute silence surrounding you, the words he whispered in your earsounded so much louder.
“I don’t really believe in wishes, but Ithink mine just came true.”
#ensemble stars#enstars#leo tsukinaga#chiaki morisawa#natsume sakasaki#hinata aoi#scenario#enstars scenario#ensemble stars scenario#mod mademoiselle#imagine
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Sorry this is out so late guys! I think this is the start of a sort of one-shot series thing between the reader and the angels, so let me know what you think and what other angels you would want to see! It’s a lot longer than I had originally planned, and I’m not super happy with it, but I think it’s pretty good. Hope you guys enjoy!
Warnings: A little bit of blood/ fighting. Not much though
Being a Winchester, you knew something weird was bound to happen at some point. It was basically guaranteed. But, in all your years, you had never expected this well you kinda expected the angel part but not on this level.
You had come into the hunting life later to your brothers and were fairly younger than both of them, being their half sister. The boys had found you after your mother was turned by a vampire and almost killed you. You were fifteen. Bobby had later informed you three that your mother was a hunter in her prime. She and John had been seeing each other for a while, until she got pregnant. No one knew where she went, but you assumed it she left the life to keep you safe. After learning that you had nowhere else to go, the boys and Bobby gladly accepted you as a part of their little family. You began to live with Bobby, going to school in Sioux Falls and training or helping answer the phones in your spare time. The boys would stop in every chance they got, even letting you go on simple salt and burns from time to time.
But, things had gotten more complicated. The apocalypse had been started, by your older brothers no less. Ever since then, things had been different. The guys rarely stopped home, and when the did, it was brief. You missed them. But, they had their reasons. Your ability was discovered by one of those reasons.
Sometimes you heard voices in your head, voices you couldn’t recognize. The argued. Alot. Mostly about Sam and Dean, and some guys named Michael and Lucifer. From what you could tell, they were angels. But, angels weren’t real. Assuming it was just because of stress and worry, you never told anyone. No need to add to their stress. After about a few weeks of this going on, the boys came to visit. But, they didn’t come alone. No, they brought the beginning of the trouble. His name was Castiel.
“Honey, we’re home!” Dean called, the door slamming behind him. You sprinted down the steps to greet your big oafs of older brothers, but stopped in your tracks. With your brothers, was a tall man in a trench coat. But, the man wasn’t what caught your attention. No, it was the huge, gorgeous, tattered wings that stuck out behind him. They were dark, sort of a mix between a deep purple, blue, and black. The size and color alone took your breath away. They could have been intimidating, but the state they were in had you almost worried for him. His feathers were everywhere, gaps in places there shouldn’t be, and they were seemingly dull.
“You’re one of the angels,” you breathed, making the three boys look at you alarmed. You tilted your head in confusion. “What? I’m not stupid you know, I can see his wings,”
“You can see his wings?” Dean asked, sharing a dark look with his brother. The mans eyebrows creased and he stepped towards you, making you step back uncomfortably. Why were they so confused?
“That shouldn’t happen,” he said before disappearing with a flap of his wings. You looked at your brothers, concerned. The looked just as freaked out as you did.
“Guys, what’s going on? Where did he go?”
“That’s just Cas. He’s not the most, uh, social guy in the world. But, could you actually see his wings?” Sam looked at you, seemingly concerned.
“Yeah… am I not supposed to?”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it right now okay? It’s been how long since we saw you? I think we’ve got some catching up to do” So the three of you spent the rest of the night together, as if nothing had happened.
That night, you awoke feeling as if someone was watching you. A startled gasp escaped you as you saw the angels piercing blue eyes. He tilted his head at you, looking almost like a lost puppy.
“Did I startle you?” He asked, his deep voice slightly calming you. It’s not like he could hurt you, he was an angel after all. Angels were meant to be good, right?
“No, no, it’s fine,” You stated. “You’re Cas right?”
“Yes. My name is Castiel,”
“Well Castiel, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your wings? They look a little worse for wear,” Your inquiry cause him to look back at the dark figures on his back. He looked back at you puzzled.
“I dragged your brother out from hell,” he said bluntly. Suddenly, flapping was heard and another man stood there. This one had darker skin with large gray wings that faded to white at the bottom. You assumed this man was Uriel, from what Cas was saying. Honestly, he gave you a really bad feeling.
“I think it’s time you and I had a little chat, girl.” Turning toward Castiel, he nodded. “A little privacy if you wouldn’t mind brother,”
With a flap of his dark wings, he was gone. That’s when the questioning began. Uriel began by asking you what you knew, how much you knew, and similar questions, not hesitating to be rude. He kept talking about you and your brothers like you were trash, like nothing more than the dirt he walked on. His questions to you were no better. Every time you gave him an answer he wasn’t pleased with, he would threaten you, your brothers, or Bobby. The more he did that, the more upset you got. After about twenty minutes you were shaking, a lump forming in your throat. You weren’t quite sure what you did to make Uriel hate you so much, but he certainly seemed pretty set on his reason.
“Brother, I think that’s enough,” Castiels deep voice echoed through your room. Uriel turned to Cas, shooting him a glare before disappearing without a word. Cas looked at you, seemingly concerned. “Are you alright?”
You gave him a small nod, his deep voice comforting you. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for awhile. You studied his wings, looking at all the ruffled feathers and you looked at him questioningly.
“May I?” You asked. Cas paused, making you question if you had crossed a line. But, he came and sat on the end of your bed anyways, his large wings spread out in either direction. And that’s when you began. You combed your fingers through his feathers, feeling the silky texture against your skin. Taking your time, each feather slowly found it’s original point. It took you well over an hour to make his wings look as they should. During that time, the two of you exchanged stories quitely. You learned about what he had done in history, hearing about people that existed long before you. He listened to you talk about your brothers, admiring the fondness in your tone for your family. After you finished, he quickly stood up, gave a soft thanks, and disappeared with a flap of his silky wings.
This became a regular reoccurrence, but not for just Castiel anymore. No, random angels began popping in and out of your room at night, asking you to preen their wings. Your favorite, besides Cas of course, was Gabriel. His wings were beautiful although he hated when you said that. The golden color shifted almost every time you saw him. His wings usually weren’t to out of sorts, but he seemed to enjoy having you touch them. He was hilarious, coming not only when he needed his wings preened, but just whenever he wanted. You two would have movie nights and eat sweets, just enjoying each others company.
Castiel also came more often than you would have expected. You helped him understand how things worked on earth, and he kept you company when he wasn’t needed in heaven or with your brothers. Between the two angles, you were rarely alone, but you sort of liked it. You felt safe and you loved their company. When you were having a bad day, they were quick to be there for you, Gabe with sweets in hand, and Cas with a slightly awkward hug and ready to listen. You did the same for them. Whenever they needed, you were ready to be a distraction from the chaos that was going on. Needless to say, you had become rather close with the two angels, and they were rather fond of you. One would think that someone would have more common sense then to mess with someone who had three hunters and two powerful angels on their side. Apparently not.
You were half asleep texting a friend from school, when you heard noise from your window. Not paying any attention to it, you bid your friend a good night and rolled over to go to bed. When you were just about to fall completely asleep, the sound of a knife hitting the ceiling shocked you back awake. Alarmed, you shot up only to see a demon getting its knife from the know broken devils trap. You let out a scream, not that anyone could hear you. Bobby was out on hunt, and wasn’t due home for a few more days.
Scrambling towards your dresser, you lunged for the drawer you kept your angel blade. The demon grabbed your hair and pulled you to it, plunging it’s knife into your shoulder. Another shriek left your mouth as it twisted the knife, ripping at your muscles. The demon laughed at you, pulling your head back so you were looking at it.
“Wow, you really are that much weaker than your brothers. But, it makes you good leverage so I can’t complain,” it ripped the knife from your shoulder and shoved it into your back. “Just so you won’t run away,”
You fell to your knees, coughing involuntarily. ‘Cas, I could use a little help here’ you thought as the demon tried yanking you up by your hair. When no help arrived, you began to panic a little. Cas? Gabe? Anyone? Please... help.
The demon finally forced you back to your feet, only to be knocked off of you. Even with the room spinning, you could see enough to notice the familiar golden wings facing you. The room began to fill with a bright light and a black smoke as the demon screamed, but all you could focus on was the blue eyes that were staring into your (y/e/c) ones. You gave him a dopey smile and patted his head. Cas assumed it was because of the blood loss. He put two fingers on your forehead and your wounds stitched themselves up, your head lolling against his shoulder. Carefully picking you up off the floor, Castiel laid you back down on your bed. He turned to Gabriel, who just vanished the body of the demons vessel. He looked over at his little brother, a smirk etched on his face.
“Dam Cassie, you think they’d be smarter than messing with an archangel’s favorite human, huh?” Cas tilted his head at the other angel.
“Well, I am quite fond of her myself,” Castiel said causing the older angel to laugh
The next morning you woke up with a pair of arms around your waist, your head on someone's shoulder, and two pairs of wings draped over you. You sat up, looking back and forth between the two confused.
“Not that I don’t like seeing you two, but what exactly are you doing here? Did something happen?” the two angels looked at each other quickly before answering.
“Nothing you need to worry about sugar. Gummy bear?” he held the bag out to you. You laughed, shaking your head at him. The archangel shrugged, popping a couple of the sugary bears in his mouth. You laid your head back on Castiel’s shoulder, feeling content and safe, knowing that you had those two there to protect you.
After all, it’s not like two angels would let anyone hurt their favorite human.
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Catherine Hope Summers Story one piece oc
One Piece OC Catherine Hope Summers;
Catherine Hope Summer's is a young blonde hair, green-eyed(blue when she uses her powers) bombshell. She positively the most bubbly pirate there is on the sea today. She ate a devil fruit and gained the control over air, yes that also includes control over air inside and out of the body. Catherine is a great navigator. She wants the title of shibuchi because she has always had a fear of dying. She lost her family at a very young age. She is very flirty especially in the presence of the 2nd divison commander of the whitebeard pirates. Fire fist Ace. While it was only teasing she did have an attraction towards him. He was just a good friend. Upon his seeing his death in the new world she vowed to work even harder. She had a few crew mates after seperating from her 'teachers'. In the new world She makes friends and enemies. But will she find her brother? Will she find love? What kind of places will she visit? Only time will tell. This is just chapter One of her story,
Catherine's life was one every little girl could dream about. Her family was very rich an provided the best of everything. Her father wasn't around much that she could remeber him much about him other than his dark hair and striking emerald eyes , he was a businessman who had married her mother after the death of his first wife. He was quiet whenever he was home, always in his study. An never wanted to be bother when working. Catherines only distinct fatherly memory was when she was six, she bravely walked to his office door and knocked asking him politely to come to dinner. When he opened the door he didnt look happy to see her or upset. He didn't have any emotions splayed on his face at at all. She remembered muttering a quiet "happy birthday dad, mom had them fix your favorite and we have gifts for you if have time to come down." He was silent for the whole time studying her face. "Yeah kiddo I think I can spare some time to come down an eat with everyone." It was a brief show of emotions with a smile on her father's face she didn't think he'd ever forget. Her mother however she remembered her long flowing blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Her personailty lighting up a room the minute she entered it. How she gained attention easily with her looks, but straight forward in every action she took. Smiling at the the memory of her mothers voice, "Catherine looks are nothing in the world if you don't have the brains to go with it, I want you to grow up smart, confident in anthing you decide you wanna do, I want you to learn to attract attention not with your body but your skills. My child looks are an asset to use to get nearly anywhere in this world but don't ever let it be the only thing you are ever know for. If I teach you nothing else always remeber that. Looks only get you so far." That was one of the few times she ranted about what happens when you looked good and were only seen as an object or another's possesion, such distaste she had for people like that "It's the world we live in though I suppose." Sighing and then just like that the tone in her voice evaporated and she was back to my happy go lucky mom. I remember I had two older siblings as well a sister that favored my father in looks dark hair and dark green eyes, she fought with mom all the time. She had such an awful outlook on the world. She wasn't exactly moms bioloical child but mom tried to treat her as such. I think her name was Jasmine. She was the oldest at 16, she wanted to snag herself a rich husband just go off on her own. She didn't get along with anyone very well and always caused trouble for the staff of the house. Then there was Lance my older brother he had aspired to be a marine he was only eleven. He had dads emerald eyes to go with his dark brown hair. I had gotten mom's haircolor and mix of the two eye colors. The staff was alway nice to me when I was younger, we rarely left the house. Dad was always at work, with one of his business partners and attending the parties the only one who left with him sometimes was Jasmine. Mom said when me and my brother were older we'd be allowed to leave more often. She said because we had money that there would be alot of bad people in the world that'd wanna hurt us. She said its one of the reasons she stayed inside the house going to the private garden outback. The world is a beautiful place and you two will see it when your older I promise. I don't want anything to happen to you especially while your young. Mom was right about the world and the people with bad intentions in it. However sheltering us and teaching us only helped so much. I was only nine when my family died in that terrible house fire. One of the maids that worked for my father happened to spot me in the crowd and ran to me. She told me it was gonna be okay, I'd stay with her until we figured things out. Her name was Marie, she put me to bed that night and went back to see if anoyone else had made it out. I was left with but ashes and memories. I had nightmares and cried for days. Marie had a hard time getting me to eat. I barely said anything. Then Marie said something that'd stay with me a life time. "Death happens to everyone, it happens anywhere, anytime, and while we can fight it, deny it, prevent it, prolong the out come alittle longer. It will alway occur no matter what it will happen. It doesn't care about gender, age, race, religion, good, bad, rich, or poor, it happens. There are a millions ways for death to occur but once it does it can't be undone. An I know your hurting really bad Catherine sweetheart you suffered a lot because of it, but for you to live you have to acknowlegde it, an accept its gonna happen. " As she said that tears poured down my face. My first reaction to anything in days. Thats good. She wrapped her arms around me and let me cry it all out. After that Marie took on a motherly role for me for alittle while. Marie provided and saved for us just enough for to live stablely. I learned a lot about the world through her and others. I learned housework cooking and providing from Marie and books. I often went outside though while she went to work. I observed others when I went outside.I began making friends, it was odd thing at first but nice to have, I played with other kids. I sometimes went places in the town. I mainly found myself in a bookstore reading about other places. The owner knew who I was an knew Marie very well so he never said anything to me. He did have a code for when alot of buyers/costumers were in the store. I'd bookmark a page an leave or I'd help as his assitant. eventually I was trusted enough to leave with a few books and bring them back. I when I did leave I'd sit inside a bar/resturant Marie worked at. She'd bring me water and snacks. and go back to work. I would take breaks from reading an eat while I observed everyone there. It was a rowdy place but no one bothered me. The regulars always made sure I had my own spot to read out of the way incase things got out of hand. An there were a few fights. That caught my attention. It it was always hand to hand until others broke it up an told them to take it outside if they were gonna do anything more. The bar manager and Marie always came to talk to me after every fight to make sure I was okay. They didn't know I had a growing interest. While walking on the street I met one of the guys who had gotten into a fight at the bar. It looks like he was the winner. The other guy was still on the ground. "Hey mister, can I ask you why you fight?" He stopped an gave me a thoughtful look. Everyone else had cleared the streets when he had started to brawl again outside the bar. "I fight for many reasons, I fight for fun, I fight because it makes things easier, I fight because its what I know, its what I'm good at. I fight for my beliefs. Mostly I fight to protect myself, the people I care about, my crewmates, on my good days for people I think need help." He paused letting it all soak in. It had been a few months since the fire. In that time I had learned alot. Recoginition flashed in my eyes. I was satisified he answered my question. Judging this man I decided to speak to I could identify him as probably a pirate. What he said struck a cord. I found out why I was interested. The concept to defend himself and others. I wanted to be able to do that. I wanted no needed to know how to for myself. Espeically since my dream was to travel. I had learned about places through reading and I wanted to visit them. I was afarid of dying but adventure and many other reasons intrigued me far to much to worry at my age. "Thanks mister, for answering that. It helped me figure it out The next step to what I have to do now is to learn to fight." Shock showed across his face. Then he began to laugh. "I think thats the first time I've ever heard someone of your age say something like that. A lady at that." As his laughter died down. He relaized it was a serious declaration. "What's a girl like you need to know fighting for?" smiling I told him. "I wanna travel everywhere when I get older see the places I've read about. Meet people have fun. There's alot of people out there with bad intentions. I don't wanna get hurt and die. I wanna be strong enough to fight back. I know not every situation will be an easy one to get out of but it be useful thing for me to know." I smiled remembering moms words I had something to add to it. "Beauty and brains will only get me so far in this world. I'll need to be strong, be able to adapt to different situations. Be able to fight for myself, my beliefs and the people I care about. I'll need to learn everything and be able to use it before I leave on my adventure." The man in I had figured his name was Issac smiled broadly. " Yes you'll definetley need to learn quite a bit then. " Walking closer to me. Issac said this "I'll tell you a few things before I have to go little miss that might help you. Learning to fight will be good like you said but it'll do nothing if your punches and kicks aren't strong enough to hurt somebody. I recommend you practice basics, an work on building strength, you'll also need to be fast at dodging attacks. Fast in running would be good too incase the situation is bad enough. Stamina training would be good for you too. Also in a fight you will always need to have a back up plan, a weapon and a escape route. The most important thing you'll need is that brain of yours. You'll need to be able to read situations, the fights, people, outcomes. You'll need to be ahead of the other person which sometimes is a hard thing to do. That brain will be able to keep you out of dangerous of situations an will be your best friend in a fight but don't get overwhelmed an neglect to focus on the fight cause then you'll lose. An with losing sometimes you loose more than just a fight. Understand and remeber that. I gotta be going then." Getting up Issac flashed a grin. "I have a feeling I'll be hearing about you in the something in the future. Regardless of which side you end up on take care." Before he began walking away. "Catherine Summers, its my name and I hope we meet again when I'm a navigator for a crew." He waved to me as he walked away. I went to return my books. I'll have to remember that. The next books I began to read were about weapons, fighting, and reading situations, there literally were hundreds of things I'd have to prepare myself for. The read about multiple styles and as I began the basic I began to apply different techniques. But as I read and practiced I realized the trouble. While doing the things Issac had said I didn't have someone to practice with or know where to hit. Medical books. I read on the human body, weak points,if necessary where to kill. I shivered to make up for that I also it be good If I knew how to help heal. I began basic first aid and even going as far a reading medical books an talking with the towns doctor. I learned I'd have multiple skills sets that'd make me useful. As I got older I began to read and practice less because of the responsiblities around the house. Even getting a job as a waitress at the bar and assitant at the book store. I trained an read and slept aft going home an doing chores. I was exhausted but it was paying off. I began breaking up fights at the bar which got me into trouble with worried Marie, bartender, manager, an regulars. They laughed it off though, the shock that I knocked out two guys. I was happy to see results. I had also shown reults in first aid helping the doctor treat paitents with minor injuried and illnesses. I dealt with a few with major injuries though. Stab victims, gunshot, even a few burn victims who survived a house fire. The last one stung as I treated them imagining for the first time in a while, the events of that night. When I arrived home Marie as there with food fixed. I promptly hugged her and told her what had happened. I was old enough now I asked her about it. She told me, there weren't any survivors that she knew about my mother, father and sisters bodys had been found and identified my brothers. They had no idea what could've happend to him. She told me it that everyone seems to think the fire was orchestrated by one of dads unhappy bussiness partners. But nothing could be done because there was no proof but the fire itself wasn't an accident. She said she was worried when I first came there that the people involved with the crime would try to hurt me if they knew I was alive. She was happy they didn't especially when I started going outside. After we ate, we talked alittle more an I told her not exactly what I wanted to do. She laughed an said it was very like me. To wanna go see the world and explore. For my birthday she told me to go visit the guy in the dojo for some real training. I also attained, maps, log poses, money, books, first aid stuff, some wepaons. As I was leaving the dojo after a training session I ran into Issac again. So much older now that I was nearly sixteen. Laughing he said, "little sooner than I aspected but me and the crew were needing to make a stop and restock. I stopped at the bar heard everyone was in a uproar about Catherines Birthday. Thought I'd come to see you. Looks like you've remembered what I told you. Wanna test out you abilities, If you win or we have a draw I'll offer you one or two gifts since it's your birthday. Hows that sound?" My eyes sparked and my heart pounded in excitement. "Sounds like a pretty good plan to me!" Going to an area where we could avoid drawing alot of attention our way he began. We both were dodging each others attacks, thinking of his next moved a made a quick dodge using the momentm to swing my leg around for a kick to the stomach he fell back but rolled to his feet again. His attacks from that point on became more aggressive.I could only dodge for so long, I wasn't gonna let him back me into a corner, i lungaged forward swinging, he caught fist and suddenly were falling backwards. I had thrown him off balance acting quickly i manuvered to him taking the brunt of the fall and moved in, only for him to turn us, not good he was gonna have the upperhand if i didn't knee him in the stomach and put distance between us. As I stood up I watched his movements he was starting to breath heavy. I finally made a decision that might help me when or cause me to lose. "Practice what you preach Issac and maybe you wouldn't be so winded." Laughing at my taunt. "Nice try little girl, taunting me isn't gonna throw me off my game enough for you to take advantage of the fight. In fact you got be careful with a gutsy move like that could get you killed." Those words echoed in my head, Killed, how I hated and feard that word. Issac noticing the change from fear to a more serious demenor braced himself. He figured out the trigger word thinking back to the young girl he talked to long ago and the expresssion she wore when that word was brought up. Anything related to the word death seemed to set off fear and anger in her. Probably something to do with her past. Dodging the attacks that were calculatedly aim with force to hurt. Yeah He'd definetely would talk to her about it later. For now he had to focus apparently she was a class a student cause she went beyond the means of what he asked of her years ago. Yep she was smart then, deadly smart now. Reading all those books and whatever else she did was gonna pay off. Finally after taking and landing hit he decided it was time to end it, she'd proved herself. Catherine Summers, yep this lady was gonna be trouble. Pinning her he managed to bring her back to her sense. You did good, very good. But I'm gonna say I win, but you proved yourself to be worthy. Sighing she grumbled something that sounded like a few feet more and I'd be a winner. Glancing behind him he was right she was backing him into a tree root to where if he'd trip, he'd take a tumble down a big hill and she would've gain the upper-hand. Damn she was gonna be a good fighter. Especially god-forbid she had weapons an that. He got up and pulled her up looking her over little to no injuries just a scratch and a brusie at the most. She dusted herself off. "Let grab something to eat and we can discuss things there." Following behind her they ended up back at the bar, where a beautiful waitress made her ay over. Looking up noticing alittle panic in Catherines eyes he was alittle unsettled. "Catherine," the woman began about to lecture the girl for being late to the surprise party and hanging out with what she noted to be a handsome to old for Catherine pirate. "your alittle late and thats fine, but what have you been doing all this time?" Glancing at the two of them noticing he was alittle worse for wear than Catherine. It clicked. "Marie, this is Issac, I met him a few years ago after he got into that bar fight, he's the won that fight after leaving the bar that day. I kinda ran into him on the streets asked a couple of questions and he gave me some advice on achieving my goals. To answer your question his crew was in the area and he heard about my birthday from someone so he thought he'd visit. " Catherine wasn't sure about that expression, Marie was hard to read sometimes cause she never reacted the way you'd think she would sometimes. An she added "He wanted me to show him what I learned. I nearly turned a draw into a win if that counts." Instead of sighing she began giggling, "My what am I going to do with you with you Hope?" Smiling she left to get refreshements and some food for them. "Who was that?" Issac inquired. "Marie, shes been taking care of me since my family died in a house fire a few year ago. She worked as one of the staff but after she took me in she began waitressing. She helped me through everything, there will never be away I could repay her for what shes done and gave up for me. It would be wrong to call her mother since I did have a good one, but Marie would be the next best thing to her." Issac didn't know what to say, he didn't really know what to ask. "Catherine could..would it be okay if I ask you questions about the fire?" he finally got thw words out. "It's fine, you don't have to walk on eggshells around certain topics. My Dad was a wealthy man, had alot of bussiness partners, from what Marie told me he made a few of them mad enough to hire some people to burn the house down with us in it. My father, mother, older sister were confirmed dead, my older brother, they never found his body, we assume he's dead but no ones come forward or found any information on his whereabouts. If he's alive I'd like to find him. He used to talk about wanting to become a marine, if he's still alive I think that's how I'm gonna find him, when he seems my wanted poster." Marie came back with the food and refilled there drinks. She had heard the conversation upon returning. She seated herself at the table with them. "Hope you don't mind if I sit here." Catherine rolled her eyes and remarked. "To late to move you know already sitting down now." Issac looked at them. Yeah they behaved like family. "I actually think it'd be good for you to sit with us since you an Catherine are practically family, I have an offer for her." Marie glanced at her she knew nothing yet, "We'll hear you out, but in the end its her decision, and I'll support whatever she decides." Issac smiled and sighed in relief. Last thing he wanted was the pretty lady in front of him to go on a rampage. "I was going to offer to drop/escort Catherine to the next island, help her get started on her journey, but before that I'd like to have her as a temporary member of my crew, I would say permant but she's gonna need to learn and expand at some point. So I figured I'd help out with that before hand if she okay with that." Marie already knowing the answer smiled at Issac and cast a glance in her would be daughters direction. Her eyes were shining, but she glanced at Marie. I'll support you, you just gotta promise to write and come back and visit." She reassured her. Then casting a glance to Issac this was gonna be the fun part. "AN you she began,better take good care of her, teach her all you know,help her with whatever she'll need and watch her progress. Make sure that you always keep track of her and if you think she's in over her head step in." "But you will come back to visit also and write me to..?" She questioned what she was even saying at this point. Catherine began laughing knowing. "Telling my handsome captain he better come back an see you, after laying into him about taking care of me. That'll get his attention hook , line and sinker, Marie." As soon as those words left her mouth she saw both her captain and marie wearing matching blushes. Yeah she'd caught him stealing glances to but wasn't gonna get an immedate crew punishment. Then it struck both of them, she'd said the word captain. Issc smiled "I certainly will take good care of Catherine like she was my own, Miss Marie, an I'll be coming back with her. As for the writing you don't mind if I send mine seperate from hers do you?" Yep getting awkward fast. "Well while you too adults talk things over, *cough use protection cough* I'm gonna go enjoy the town, an go pack my stuff. Use a hotel not the house." Blushing as she said that rushing out of the bar. Visiting a few people as she said, the book owner, the master of the dojo, and when morning came she found Marie in the kitchen cooking, trying not to cry. "Thank you, for everything, you've done so much I don't know how I'm going to repay you, but I'll keep my word, I'll visit when I can, Write as much as I can, take care of yourself, mama." With that they both started to cry, they hugged, straighten themselves ups ate a normal breakfast, and then the captain had come to get her. Issac placed a quick kiss to Marie and with his vivre card giving several to Catherine. He grabbed her stuff an boarded His Ship. She was Issac and his crew for a few years, she'd learned and matured alot in that time. Still one of the most joyful people in the crew though always giving them a reason to smile, laugh, helping them, they learned from her as much as she'd learned from them, they went back to visit Marie, wrote her once a week. Catherine had recently consumed a devil fruit that let her control air Issac began to start the next page of the letter. She had learned to control it pretty well, even used it for naviagting ad fighting. Yes she'd lost her ability to swim but she gained somethng else that might help her more, an as long as someone was near her they could alway help if she were to where she couldnt use her newfound powers. The day had finally arrived, she turned eighteen, she was supposed to leave the crew get her own ship, they had a celebration dinner her gave her tons of gifts, but then captain Issac walked to her smiling he laid a letter from Marie on the table, and his captain logs and few other items, puzzled Catherine looked up. "Sir,?' He cut her off. "Today as we discussed men, I'm stepping down as captain, I'll still be a member however, we will be under the rule of our new Captain Catherine Hope Summers, I trust she will do her best, guide us through more adventures, we will gather a lot of crewmate for her in the younger gneration before we step down, help them as we helped her and under guidance send them off to the new world. All of those oppose speak now. SIlence went accross the room with encouraging smiles. All those For cheers! An everyones voice rang out through the room. Aye Captain what's your first orders? Before we go gather you a new crew to go with you to the new world. After that we'll leave you to decide what you wanna do then! After all its hard not to go on one more adventure!
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