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redhoodssweetheart · 4 years

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Don’t Leave Me

Genre: Soulmate AU

Relationship: Dick Grayson x Gender Neutral!Reader

Requested: Yes @casey-anne-j (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, swearing

Description: Dick always wondered how he would meet his soulmate, the words on his arm begging for him to not let them die weren’t the most comforting. Will his soulmate die in his arms just as he meets them or will they walk away and live happily together?

Dick had spent a lot of time staring at the words on his arm. “Please don't let me die. I don't want to die.” They had appeared on his arm when he turned thirteen. He had been Robin for a about a year at that point and he wondered if the next person he saved on patrol was going to be his soulmate uttering those heartbreaking words. He wondered if they would die in his arms before he ever got the chance to know them truly.

Bruce had tried to reassure Dick that things would be okay, but even he wasn’t sure what fate held in store for his son and his future soulmate. It seemed cruel for a thirteen year old to have to worry about the day he met his soulmate would also be the day he lost them as well.

Eight years had passed since the words appeared on Dick’s arm and he still had yet to meet his soulmate. There was a growing itch though that it would be happening soon, that whoever he was destined to be with could be right around the corner.

That night he stood as Nightwing on the top of an apartment complex watching the city. He had busted up a drug sale earlier, but since then it had been pretty quiet. Dick didn’t mind the quiet nights. He preferred them if he were being honest.

“Nightwing,” Tim’s voice was suddenly in his ear. “There’s a convenience store two blocks from your current location with an armed robbery going on.”

“I’m on it,” he responded as he leapt into action.

He raced down the pavement toward the convenience store, his heart pounding in his chest as he went. He knew the people that ran it and hoped that everyone was all right. When he arrived the guy was grabbing the money, several people cowering behind the shelves. “Is that everything?!” The man shouted at the cowering clerk, who nodded her head.

“You know it’s not polite to yell at a lady,” Dick said as he came in behind the man who whirled at the sound of Dick’s voice. Before the robber could even respond Dick was disarming him with a swift move. The robber landed face first on the floor with a sickening crack as blood poured from his now broken nose. “Oof, you’re gonna need to get that looked at if you want it to set right.”

“Asshole,” the man croaked, pain lacing his voice.

“Yeah, sure I’m the asshole,” Dick grumbled as he ziptied the man’s hands behind his back. “Is everyone okay?” He asked once he was sure the robber had been secured.

“Someone was shot,” the woman said. “They tried to stop the man, but he shot before they could do anything.”

A man stepped forward, “This way.”

Dick quickly followed the man to where they had dragged your body. Dick could see the blood smear on the white floor and his stomach churned wondering if you were still alive or not. Someone was kneeling next to you, a hand over the gunshot wound, paper towels stained red with your blood.

“Help is on the way,” the woman putting pressure on your wound said. “It’ll be okay.”

“Here let me,” Dick told them woman who gratefully got out of the way. He knelt next to you, your eyes wide and fearful. “Hey, it’ll be okay. I won’t let anything bad happen.”

“Please don’t let me die,” you had tears trailing down your cheeks and Dick went still. “I don’t want to die,” your voice cracked as you said the words.

Dick couldn’t believe it, you were here, he was finally meeting you. And he was terrified. You were losing a lot of blood and he wasn’t sure how far off the EMTs were. His mind raced and before he could reconsider he picked you up in his arms. “Can you all wait for the police to arrive? I need to get them out of here so I can get them medical attention.”

Everyone said that it would be fine and Dick rushed you back to the cave where Alfred was waiting with the right supplies. “I don’t know the blood type, but it’s a GSW to the right flank. Barely missed their lungs.”

Alfred quickly got to work with expert ease. He had been doing this long enough that he knew what he was doing. It took over an hour for everything to calm down, but Alfred came back to Dick and said that you would make a recovery. Dick had sagged with relief and followed behind Alfred as he wheeled you up to a room, you were still unconscious and would no doubt have questions when you woke.

Dick sat by your side the entire time, he had removed his mask, but he was still in his Nightwing costume. He wanted to make sure that you knew it was him, that he was your soulmate and that you were safe.

After a few hours Dick had dozed off, his head resting on your bed, his breathing steady. You had woken up and were watching him. You had been scared at first, the last thing you remembered before passing out was Nightwing coming and saying the words tattooed on your arm. You realized that he was your soulmate, but at the time it had barely registered. You were in so much pain that you couldn’t think clearly.

Now the pain was a dull ache and you were in someone else’s bed with Nightwing beside you, but he was no longer wearing his mask. You recognized that face. It was Dick Grayson, the adopted son of Bruce Wayne, and you couldn’t help but think that he looked adorable as he slept. His long, dark lashes fanned out over his cheeks, the way his hair fell slightly on his face, and there was a little bit of drool coming out of his mouth.

Yeah, he was adorable and you totally forgot that you had been shot for that split second of studying him.

The door to your temporary room opened and an older gentleman entered with a tray. There was a glass of water and some pills. He smiled at you, “Ah good you’re awake. I brought some water and pain medicine for you,” he had a British accent and your brain processed that this was Alfred Pennyworth. “If you need anything don’t hesitate to wake Master Dick, he can get it for you.”

You merely nodded too afraid to talk and wake Dick up. Alfred offered one last smile and slowly left your room. The door clicking had Dick shooting up, his eyes a little bleary from sleep and he looked around assessing for any danger and then his eyes landed on you, awake and staring at him. “Oh thank God, you woke up.”

You fiddled with the comforter in front of you, “Well that’s one hell of a way to meet my soulmate.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, it is.”

You wondered where the tattoo of your first words to him was. “I’m sorry that mine weren’t better words. I can’t imagine what you must have felt seeing what I said when they finally appeared on you.” You can’t imagine what the words pleading for your life must have done to him.

“It wasn’t pleasant, I always thought I’d have to watch my soulmate die, but I’m glad that’s not the case this time. Alfred is good at patching people up.” His blue eyes searched your face for any signs of something wrong. “Are you okay with me being… you know, Nightwing?”

The question threw you off for a moment and you said, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He fidgeted in his seat, “Well it’s a dangerous job, and I could get hurt. I just wasn’t sure how you’d feel at having a vigilante for a soulmate.”

“Dick,” he liked the way his name rolled off your tongue. “Living in Gotham is dangerous, as proven tonight. I went to that convenience store after work to grab something quick to eat and then I was heading straight home. Then there was a robbery. I think just walking down the street is dangerous on a good day. And how could I not be okay? You saved my life tonight, what am I supposed to say? You can never save anyone else?” You shook your head, “I’m fine with it, Dick, I promise.”

He was relieved to hear you say that. He got up and crawled into bed next to you, he needed to be reassured that you were real and still there. You rested your head on his shoulder and he said, “Tell me anything and everything about you,” he whispered.

You hummed and considered the stories you could tell him. And in the late hours of the evening the two of you talked and shared with one another until you both fell asleep, curled around each other and feeling more content than either of you had ever felt before in your lives.

#Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson x Reader #Dick Grayson x Reader angst #Dick Grayson x Reader fluff #Dick Grayson angst #Dick Grayson fluff #Dick Grayson fanfic #Dick Grayson fanfiction #Dick Grayson Soulmate AU #DC Comics #DC Comics fanfic #DC Comics fanfiction #Requested

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chicgeekgirl89 · 4 years

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Country Roads, Take Me Home: Chap. 5

Fandom: NCIS LA

Characters: Marty Deeks, Kensi Blye

Read chapters 1-4 here

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Arches National Park was next on their list so off to Utah it was. They passed Bill and Carol at the additional campsite and ducked low in their seats to try and avoid direct eye contact. “Are they following us?” Deeks asked as he drove, glancing furtively in the rearview mirror.

Kensi turned around. “No, looks like one of the dogs got loose.” She raised her eyebrows. “With a string of sausages in his mouth. Gosh who are these people? It’s like being in a cartoon.”

“People we are going to forget about,” Deeks said firmly as he pulled onto the highway.

She turned back to look at him. “Oh really? You’re giving up on the ‘Carol and Bill are criminal masterminds’ theory?”

“Eric said they cleared, so they cleared. He’d never miss something like that.”

“No, he wouldn’t,” she agreed. “Now, let’s get back to our Bill and Carol free vacation. What are we doing in Arches?”

Deeks grinned. “Rocks. Lots of rocks.”

They spent the next two days in vacation bliss. After they arrived they did a major hike with a rock climb and got some pretty spectacular pictures among the red rocks.

The next morning dawned sunny and they ended up with a perfect day for an aerial tour of the park. The pilot answered all their questions and they got some spectacular views of the landscape.

From there they moved onto Rocky Mountain National Park where they rented bicycles and had a romantic picnic with incredible views of the mountains, valleys, and wildlife.

It was everything they’d dreamed a vacation could be, and neither Bill, Carol, nor their pack of wild hounds made a single appearance. But if they had known what was going to happen next, they never, ever would have driven to Yellowstone. They would have gotten in the RV and driven east until they hit the Atlantic and then they would have started to swim. Yellowstone was an unqualified disaster.

It started out pleasantly enough. They rolled into the park, parked the RV and got everything set up for a couple days of sightseeing. “I can’t believe it’s almost time to go home,” Kensi said as she washed up their breakfast dishes.

“We still have another entire park after this,” Deeks said.

“I know, but remember when we talked about packing up our kids and living life on the road?”

Deeks raised his eyebrows. “You mean when I was nearly blown up and you saved my life by dragging me me out on a door?”

She smiled. “Yes, that time. I was just babbling, but this road life is kind of nice.”

“You’re telling me you don’t miss work at all? Running down bad guys? Kicking ass?”

“I kicked your ass pretty good last night,” she said coyly, coming to sit in his lap.

“That’s true, you did,” he conceded. “I have the bruises to prove it.”

“You liked it.”

“Touché”.

She kissed him once. Then again. “Oh are we going another round?” Deeks asked as she reached for the hem of his shirt. “I thought we were going to see Old Faithful?”

“Later,” Kensi said, kissing his neck.

“Are you saying you want to see my Old Faithful instead?”

She stopped abruptly and wrinkled her nose.

“Too far?” he asked. She patted his shoulder and slid off his lap. “Yeah, too far. Moment over.”

They stepped out into the campground, looking for signs to guide them toward the geyser. They were walking toward the trail when Deeks grabbed Kensi’s hand and pulled her behind a car.

“Deeks! Ow! What the hell?”

“Sorry,” he said, eyes searching the parking lot. “Stay down.”

“What? Why?”

“Just…I thought I saw something.”

“Saw what? Deeks what is going on?”

“Oh shit!” Deeks grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him, scuttling past a few more cars.

She wrenched her hand away and glared at him. “Deeks, I don’t know what the hell this is but—“

“Shh!!” Deeks pointed past her. “It’s the Weekes’!”

“What?!” She whipped around and spotted two sets of legs and a pack of very familiar dogs between the wheel wells. “Oh god. We have to hide.”

“What do you think this is?!” Deeks hissed, gesticulating wildly at their crouched position.

“Why are they just standing there?” Kensi asked. “Why can’t they decide where they’re going?”

“I’m more interested in why they’re here in the first place! I thought we lost them in Nevada!”

“Apparently not!” Kensi said. “What are we going to do? We can’t just stay here, somebody’s going to see us.”

“I’m thinking,” Deeks said, looking around. “Okay, there’s a big, blue pickup over there. If we can get behind that I don’t think they’ll be able to see us before we make it to the trailhead.”

“On three?” Kensi asked.

He nodded. “One, two, three!”

They stayed crouched low and moved quickly between the cars. They were almost to the blue pickup when they heard, “Marty! Is that your ragamuffin head I see over there?”

“Run!” Deeks hissed.

But it was too late. Out of nowhere PD came flying at them, grabbing onto Deeks’ pant leg like a vice.

“Go on without me!” he said desperately, trying to shake free.

“I am not leaving you behind!” Kensi hissed.

“It is you!” Carol cried as she bustled over, holding two of the dogs. “I should have known when PD took off if was you for sure. He just loves you!”

“I can’t say the feeling’s mutual,” Deeks said with a wince.

“PD come here you little rascal,” Bill said, finally managing to dislodge the beast’s jaws. “Well it sure is good to see you two. We thought maybe you were hiding from us when we didn’t see you after Nevada.”

“Oh, nope, just must not have crossed paths,” Kensi said through gritted teeth.

“Well I am absolutely tickled you’re both here because we never did get to have that dinner. Tonight. You must come over. I’m making my world famous chicken and dumplings,” Carol insisted.

“Oh we really don’t want to impose,” Kensi protested.

“Nonsense, nonsense!” Carol cried. “The more the merrier!”

“Well we kind of had plans—“ Deeks said.

“Cancel ‘em!” Bill roared, clapping Deeks so hard on the shoulder it knocked the wind out of him. “You don’t want to miss dumpling night. Trust me.”

Deeks shot Kensi a look that said he fervently disagreed. “We won’t take no for an answer,” Carol insisted. “We have an excursion planned all afternoon, but we’ll see you at five!”

Kensi and Deeks trudged toward the trailhead, all joy of exploring the park gone. “We could fake falling into the geyser,” Deeks suggested.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad,” Kensi said.

“That is the third time their dog has nearly chewed my leg off!” Deeks said. “It might be murder!”

“Deeks, we have faced down armed robbers, terrorists, and Hetty on a full moon. We can get through this.” She reached for his hand. “At the very least let’s try and forget about it for a few hours while we go check out the geyser.”

The geyser was impressive, going off three times while they watched, but Deeks seemed distracted, giving only monosyllabic answers and fake smiles. Finally Kensi rolled her eyes and sighed. “You’re not going to let this Weekes thing go, are you?” He looked at her and wrinkled his nose. “What? Me? What are you talking about? I let that go weeks ago.”

She gave him a pointed look. “I saw you googling this morning.”

He looked at her guiltily. “I had a hunch.”

“Well detective, what did you detect?”

“Did you know there’s been a small to moderate sized robbery near every park we’ve visited on this trip? Which just happen to be the same parks Bill and Carol have visited?”

“Okay, all right. Fine Columbo. Let’s investigate.”

He stopped and stared at her. “What? What does that mean ‘let’s investigate’?”

She shrugged. “You can’t let this go. I’ve never known you to be wrong about your gut. Let’s go back and check out their RV.”

“Are you serious?”

“They’re gone for the afternoon, this might be our only shot.”

He shook his head. “I knew there was a reason I married you.”

They hustled back to the campsite and found the Weekes’ still out. “Are you sure about this?” Deeks asked. “I mean technically we’re breaking and entering.”

“They’re our ‘friends’. We’re just checking to see if they’re home,” Kensi said with a guileless smile. She tried the door and it opened immediately. “Besides, it’s not breaking and entering if the door’s open, right?”

“You know you’re a little scary when you’re up to criminal activity,” Deeks said, following her inside and closing the door. “I’m glad you chose NCIS and not bounty hunting or something.”

“Deeks, focus,” she said. “You’re the one that’s been in here. Anything look different?”

He flipped on the light and whistled. “Uh, yeah. That,” he pointed to an Xbox. “That.” Two MacBook Airs. “And that.” Several unopened DSLR cameras.

Kensi shook her head. “Maybe they’re just shopping. Taking things home for their grandkids?”

“Right.” Deeks reached into a drawer and pulled out a very heavy, very expensive looking necklace. “Just what every lady needs when hiking and camping.”

“Okay, you’re right. But it’s still circumstantial.”

They both continued looking, trying to leave everything the way they’d found it. “Whoa,” Deeks said when he reached the bathroom. “Either they hoard like you do or…”

Kensi peeked inside and found the shower full to the brim with electronics and other high end, expensive items. “Okay, either they have a lot of grandkids or…”

“PD you come back here you little rascal!”

“They’re back!” Kensi hissed.

“Out!” Deeks said. “Go, go, go!”

They stumbled out of the RV just as Bill and Carol rounded the corner. “Did they see us?” Deeks asked breathlessly.

“I don’t think so,” Kensi said, looking back over her shoulder. “No, they’re inside, I don’t think they saw anything.”

“We need to call Eric,” Deeks said. “See if he can match what we saw in there to the robberies.”

Eric didn’t answer, not surprising considering it was the weekend and he’d had plans to visit a convention in Sacramento. Deeks left a message with a detailed description along with the couple of pictures Kensi had snapped.

Unfortunately, they still had to go to dinner. “Well it doesn’t smell poisonous,” Deeks muttered as they approached.

“Why would they poison us?” Kensi asked. “For all they know, we’re just a happy-go-lucky couple on vacation. It will be fine. Eric will get back to us and we’ll get this whole mess sorted out.”

Bill and Carol had set up dinner on a picnic table next to the camper and refused any and all assistance bringing food back and forth. And Bill had been right, Carol’s dumplings were award worthy.

There was also peach cobbler and after dinner Bill pulled out a bottle of port. “That’s uh, that’s some pricey stuff there Bill,” Deeks said, eyeing the bottle. “You sure you want to use that tonight?”

“Well you know, when you get to be our age you learn that you gotta live a little,” Bill said, pouring generous glasses for each of them.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to use the restroom,” Kensi said, shooting Deeks a meaningful look as she rose from the table.

“Don’t mind the mess!” Carol called.

Kensi stepped inside the RV, honestly a little surprised that they’d allowed her in at all considering what they’d found earlier in the day. But again, Bill and Carol had no reason to believe Kensi and Deeks would be suspicious.

At least, that’s what she thought until she walked out of the bathroom and straight into the barrel of a rifle.

#NCIS LA #NCIS Los Angeles #Densi #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #Country Roads Take Me Home #Densi Summer Vacation #Chapter 5 #Arches National Park #Yellowstone National Park #Fanfiction #It's fall now #Oh well

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spidey-writes · 5 years

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i hope you change your mind and come back to me — Peter Parker

Prompt: Based on For You by The Vamps Words: 1,441 words Genre: Angst and fluff Warnings: None

If you still got some space in your heart, I will tear this world apart for you.

Everything from that night was still vivid in Peter’s head. From when he saved the old lady’s cat from the tree, to the two dudes trying to jack up a car, to stopping a robbery, and stepping through her window.

He could remember how tired you looked; your tear stained face, his Midtown sweater, his Hello Kitty pajamas that Mr. Stark gave him as a joke, and the blanket she had wrapped around her—which she would call a burrito—and her fingers typing away on her laptop.

“Hey,” he muttered. “Why are you up? It’s like ten, you should be sleeping by now or you’re going to be really grumpy in first period tomorrow.” He joked, pulling his mask off his head making his curls bounce lightly.

If she wasn’t frustrated, she would’ve chuckled and called him cute. But she was frustrated. “You missed our date, Pete.” She answered without looking up at him. “Again.”

“Shit.” Peter whispered under his breath. He had completely forgot about the dinner reservation he’d made over at a fancy restaurant he couldn’t even say the name of. “I’m sorry.”

She sighed, continuing to type on her laptop. Peter knew she was only trying to keep herself busy. They didn’t have anything due for the whole week.

He stepped closer to the bed, reaching for her. “Baby,” he started. “There were two robberies tonight. I couldn’t just let them go.”

“I completely forgot about our date because of it and I’m really really sorry. But I promise, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. We can binge watch Friends and eat—”

She shook her head, “You said that the last time, Pete.” He could hear the pain in her voice as she spoke, placing her laptop onto the bedside table. “This isn’t the first time this has happened before, Peter. You know that.”

“But there were—” He tried to reason but you interjected, “I don’t care, Peter.”

“You know I have a job to do. I just can’t people commit crimes and leave innocent people to get hurt.”

She shook her head, “You know that’s not what I mean, Peter.”

“I know you’re Spider-man and it’s your job to keep this city safe. I understand what your job is and I’ve always been proud of you for doing your job. I know you have a responsibility to keep and that New York is always going to be far more important than me. But you promised me, Pete.” She sighed, wiping away the tears that started to fall. “You promised me. And I hoped that maybe,” she shifted her eyes to look up at him, “This date would be a bit higher on your list of priorities. Because I barely even get the time to actually be with you. I only ever get to see you in school and I’m lucky enough if I get to sit with you at lunch. We live two blocks away from each other for fuck’s sake.”

“You’re always going to be the most important thing to me.” Peter said, sitting down beside you. She let out a chuckle, “Doesn’t seem like it.”

“I just... don’t think this is going to work out anymore, Peter.” She muttered, almost a whisper. She couldn’t even stop the tears at this point, completely breaking down in front of the boy.

Peter’s heart broke at the sight of her crying so he wrapped his arms around her, his hand patting her hair as she cried, knowing it will soothe her somehow. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I know you are, Pete.” She muttered, sniffling.

Everything just felt so empty without Peter.

The night of their break up, Peter had let her cry against his chest as she slowly fell asleep. In the morning, he was gone. Despite being in a few classes together, he had done his best to stay out of her way. Whenever he would see her in the hallways, he would dip his head down as Ned spoke to him, always avoiding her gaze.

And god, it was hell without him. But she had tried your best to keep herself distracted. Burying herself in projects that weren’t due until the next few weeks, spending more time in the club she’d signed up for, and even volunteering to help with events every now and then. Everything to get her mind off of Peter.

It was on a Friday when Ned had come up to her during lunch, holding a piece of paper in his hand. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak, clearly nervous. “Hey,” he greeted awkwardly.

“Hey, Ned.” She greeted curtly, confused at the boy’s nervous behavior. “What’s up?”

“I, uh,” he stuttered, handing her the folded up paper. “wanted to give this to you.” She took it, frowning a bit as she examined the note. “Peter wanted me to give it to you.”

“Oh, thanks, Ned.” She smiled and Ned nodded, muttering a quick goodbye as he stumbled back to his table. She noticed how Peter let out a breath as Ned came back.

Unfolding the piece of paper, her brows knitted together as she got up to leave the cafeteria. She noticed how Peter’s handwriting was a bit messier than usual, telling her that he must be pretty nervous when he wrote this down.

Meet me at our cafe after class? If you want to, of course. And if you don’t I understand. -Peter Benjamin Parker

She chuckled at how Peter wrote his full name, as if she didn’t know his full name.

She left the school building right after her last class ended. She knew she maybe shouldn’t be seeing her ex-boyfriend but here she was, arriving at the cafe at around a quarter past three.

The bell rung when she pushed opened the door, stepping in. She had spotted Peter sitting in their usual booth, eyeing her as she took a seat beside him. “I’m assuming you wanted to talk.” She spoke, head tilting to the side as she looked up at the boy.

“Uh, yeah.” He answered, sliding a cup of coffee over to her. “Iced mocha with peppermint syrup.”

She smiled, “You remember.” Peter smiled back, taking a sip of his own coffee. “Of course I do.”

“So what did you want to talk about, Peter?”

Peter rubbed his clammy hands on his jeans, taking a deep breath. “I want us to try again.” He mumbled.

“I miss coming home to you at the end of my patrols. I miss hearing you sing Harry Styles’ songs in the shower. I miss seeing you asleep on the sofa in my apartment, wearing my sweater. I miss you calling me out for leaving my suit on the floor or random pieces of legos on the floor. I miss coming to see you before I go out on patrols and giving you kisses, making me late for patrols. I miss you,”

“Pete—” Peter’s heart flutters at the nickname, raising a hand to stop her in her words. “I will not be a hundred percent sure that there won’t be robberies that come up in surprise or a dude trying to steal from a store. But,” he sighs. “I will try. For real this time.”

“I will make everything up to you, my love. All the missed movie study nights and dates. I will make it all up to you and I promise, I will give you a heads up when things come up and I can’t make it in time. I will make time for you. No matter how things are during patrols or how busy we are at school. I’ll come by every day, before patrols and after patrols. I’ll sit and watch Friends with you. I’ll even drop by at Mr. Delmar’s and get you your favorite BLT sandwich. I’ll always be here. Always.”

She chuckled lightly at how Peter stuttered through his words, hands gesturing as he spoke. “You done with your speech, Pete?” She asked and Peter laughs, running a hand through his hair which she notice has grown longer.

“Your hair’s a bit longer.” She pointed out, to which Peter nodded.

It took exactly sixty four seconds, based on Peter’s calculations before he spoke again. “Can I kiss you?”

“I mean, if you want to... And if you don’t I’ll just—” He was cut off when her lips were pressed onto his own, making him melt into her touch as she placed a hand on his nape.

“You talk a lot, Parker.” She chuckled against his lips. “I missed you.”

Peter smiled, “I missed you too.”

#peter parker #tom holland #angst #fluff #smut #imagine #marvel

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i-am-parsec · 5 years

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Unaddressed Letters - Part V

Leaving Jacksonville - part I

The night they leave is warm and quiet. End of the summer, the streets downtown are still fairly crowed after the sun goes down, Stacy has some costumers roaming around the thrift shop while Chase, just across the street, sweats in the kitchen of a Mexican restaurant, trying to leave no meat uncooked and no drink without ice.

During a brief moment of precious spare time, he checks his phone.

“Call me when you are done with the dishes, kitchen boy" reads the screen.

His heart skips a beat and he frowns. Of course she’s texting him, they are friends. They go back home together every single night after work. This is not something worth a heart-beat skipping, when the fuck is his brain going to get the memo?

He can’t continue his internal screaming - those burritos aren’t going to make themselves.

The young girl puts her phone away as an old man approaches the counter. Dark eyes, whitening short brown hair, a full goatee and about two heads taller than her. He doesn’t look scary per se, but neither does he look friendly and yet Stacy is invaded by an strange feeling of warm comfort when met by this unknown client and ponders, for a second, why. When it clicks, her hands freeze. She keeps her gaze glued on the light blue shirt she’s bagging, choking back the tears. It’s always like this, something ordinary, unimportant, pulls the trigger and the pain rushes to her eyes. She manages to snap out of it, but not without the man noticing.

“Is everything okay, ma’am?”

Fuck, even his voice is similar. She fails at smiling and looks away.

“Yes, sir, it’s just…you look a lot like...uh, my dad. Well, not a lot, it’s mostly the beard...I think…”

As she looks down, it’s impossible to deny the burn in her throat and the shaking of her hands. Not now, please, not here. Crying during working hours in a thrift shop that’s probably – totally – laundering drug money.

Well, that’s a new low.

“Did you lose him recently?” asks the man gently, prompting her to look up.

“No, I…I lost him when I was kid. He was shot…a robbery gone wrong…”

He nods, no trace of pity in his features, only compassion and understanding. Maybe he lives in town, maybe he also lost someone in the hands of the corrupted and greedy. Maybe he knows this pain too.

“I’m sorry to tell you, darling, that it won’t ever stop hurting, especially in your case, a loss so unfair, but let me tell you this…” the old man stops for a second, and then, with more conviction than Stacy has ever witnessed in her entire life “…you are strong enough to handle this and any other nonsense that life throws at you. You just gotta remember that, always."

Her phone buzzes for a long minute but she doesn’t pick up. She’s still holding her breath when he gives her the money. She wants to tell him to not worry about it, the shirt is on her, but with such a tight budget, every cent counts. All she can do is smile and thank him.

Another call. She tries her best to sound calm but Chase can tell something's wrong in the tiredness of her "hey". She explains quickly, hoping to ease his friend's mind - he's already anxious mess by default, wouldn't want to fuel it up - and after repeating at least ten times "yes, Chase, I swear I'm ok now", she sighs and then asks.

"Can we go down to the bar tonight?"

There's a second of silence. She hates drinking or, to be more precise, she hates seeing him drinking. She claims he likes it a bit too much for his own good. She continues.

"I'll hurry up and close this dumpster in a minute, and then we go straight down to Joe's, what do you say?"

He knows what his friend is doing, she's avoiding herself, avoiding the thinking, the pain and honestly, he can't blame her. He's been there, done that, and she always stayed by his side whenever he went into Emotionless Drunk Mess mode, so he has no problem returning the favor now.

"I say I'm covered in sweat, blood and other unknown bodily fluids so maybe we go home and take a shower first?"

When she laughs, he feels his heart become a little lighter.

"First of all: ew, gross; secondly: We take shower? Are you suggesting we take it together, Brody?"

And there it is, that's the Stacy he knows and loves - a teasing smart ass. This time though, he doesn't let her words fluster him - too much - and attacks back.

"Of course, Walters, we gotta do it for the environment's sake, you know? We gotta save water!"

"Oh, yeah, totally, that’s why, it has nothing to do with you dying to see me naked."

"I feel so insulted you would even dare to think that, young lady, I am a gentleman!"

"Oh, sure thing, perv. Okay, I'll finish here and meet you outside in a bit."

The smile on his face lingers all the way until he sees her walking out the store. He nods curiously at the bag on her hand. She smiles like a kid planning a prank and simply winks.

“I’m just borrowing a little something.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s called stealing, Stacy.”

She chuckles and then, as she usually does, starts a fire in his chest with just a short phrase.

“Don’t judge me, I just want to look pretty for our date.”

She’s joking, Brody, she’s fucking joking, like all friends do.

Just as they get to their stop, their bus arrives.

“This must be our lucky night” exclaims Stacy surprised. Once they are settled in their seats, she rests her head on his shoulder and grabs his hand. Chase simply does his best to not suffer a stroke.

“We have to get out of here, dude. Soon.”

“That’s the plan” stutters the young man, wishing he could sound a bit less nervous by something that they have been doing for years now.

“Yeah, I know, but we always talk about it as a goal in the future and I…I don’t know. I feel like we shouldn’t wait too long or we might end up never leave this town” mutters Stacy with a sudden grim tone.

“Don’t say that, dude, of course we are doing it,” says her friend as her grabs her chin, looking for her eyes, all awkwardness replaced by the imperative need to bring her smile back “we promised we would, didn’t we?”

She nods half-heartedly and snuggles up against him, like a lost dog hides from the rain under a frail tree. As he hugs her, bringing her closer, he whispers against her dark hair: “Let’s set a date.”

“For our wedding? Sorry, Brody, but you haven’t even proposed to me yet” she jokes dryly.

Ignoring the sudden rush of heat on his body, he replies: “No, dumbass, for our escape!”

She come out of her shelter and looks at him with a hint of excitement on her eyes.

“A date?”

“Yeah, a date. Tell me when you want to leave.”

She bites her lower lip - one of her many quirks that drives him insane - and inhales slowly. As she breathes out, she answers: “End of this year. That should give us enough time to save a decent amount of money, make a good plan and maybe find a place to rent.”

“Well, end of the year it is. December 31 we are getting the fuck out of Jacksonville.”

And when he laughs, she feels the whole world become a little lighter.

More info, previous chapters, tag list AND HEADCANONS under the cut

First and foremost, I apologize for any mistakes in the chapter. This one wasn’t proof-read either and on top of that I wrote it on a rush but hopefully it’s decent ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

All chapters in chronological order, here. Previous chapter, here. Next chapter, here.

SO, yes, this is a two-part chapter - truth be told, I’m only posting this now and not both parts as one since I’m quite busy and have no time to finish writing it but I still wanted to post something now as, idk, a christmas special???? whatever, I just wanted to post it, lol

Anyways, HEADCANON TIME:

* As you may have noticed in the last chapter, Chase and Stacy’s daughter - Esperanza (which, by the way, means Hope in Spanish) - has a VERY Latino name, well, that’s because my hc is that Stacy is latina! Well, half latina, her mom is latina, her dad is white and because Stacy is white-passing and her mom knew about the struggles of being a Latina woman in the US, Stacy’s parents decided to give her a very white first name, so she would have it “easier” in life. Spoiler alert: she didn’t have it easier in life. Like, at all.

* Despite that, she still has a very Latino second name - Dolores (which means Pains in Spanish *winkwink*) - that she loves just as much as she loves her Latino heritage, and that’s why she named her daughter like that - Chase 100% loves the name as well.

* This is kinda spoilerish (because I will explore this headcanon in far more depth later on the fic) but I still feel you guys should know: Before they were the best of friends, Henrik and Chase were penpals - they met through an elementary school penpal project and kept writing each other all the way until adulthood, when they finally met face to face.

* Neither Chase or Stacy had pets - or were allowed to have any - by the time they became friends, but they both love animals and started feeding a cat they always came across on their way to school. They named the cat Sam.

* Stacy is allergic to cats. She loved Sam from a distance.

* Chase knows quite a bit of Spanish Stacy taugh him. She didn’t teach him just for funsies but because she ended up getting him a job in a Mexican restaurant and the owners didn’t speak English. She was very impressed by how easy it was for him to get used to the Latino enviroment and how good he turned out to be at cooking.

* Chase knows Stacy likes her second name better than her first, but sucks at pronuncing it correctly so he only call her Dolores jokingly andsometimeswhentheyhavesex

* They weren’t each others “first”, but Stacy told Chase after they did it for the first time that she had never enjoyed sex before him (and Chase almost cried because of such huge compliment).

* Esperanza is fluent in Spanish and English and knows a bit of German thanks to Uncle Henrik. Henrik is also Esperanza’s godfather.

I have way more headcanons but all of them are incredibly spoilery, so this is all you get for now. Now let’s move on to the next chap-

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Xenoforce III Chapter 1

(2 years after the events of the second book, Michael has become quite attached to his role as Xenoblade. But his responsibilities are put to the test when an alien parasite attaches itself to his body. While it dials up his senses by 110%, it also begins to unleash his darker side. Meanwhile behind the scenes someone steals one of his inventions for their own personal gain, while somebody else uses alien technology for money.)

Chapter 1: A day in the Life (Disclaimer! I own nothing of Xenoblade Chronicles!)

A young teen was looking at a picture of a climatic battle between living legend, Captain Falcon, and the organization known as C.H.A.O.S. “This picture was our only link to some life changing discoveries,” he said, “And now, we’ve found them. Alright let’s get to work!” He had some construction workers scavenging leftovers from a fight. Someone was using normal tools to try and pry something. “No, you can’t use that stuff,” said the teenager, “These people are tough, you gotta use the same gear that they use.” He took one of the weapons and used it to pry the object. “Thanks Mr. Pierce,” he said.”Please, just call me Edmund,” said Edmund, “Just get whatever you can for this shift and we’ll come back. This stuff is gonna make us rich!”

Some other people started to come in. “Hey, hey, you can’t come over here,” said Edmund, “This is property of PierceTech.” A woman showed him a badge. “My name is Amanda Ross, I am the head of the Public Hazzard Crew, or P.A.C, for short,” she said introducing herself, “In accordance with the executive order 75-g, all post battle cleanup will now be under our hands, so thank you for your service.” “Maybe you didn’t hear me,” said Edmund, “This is our property, and I got a contract which states, that I can take anything from this skirmish and use it for whatever I need and/or want.” “I apologize Mr. Pierce, but this is now under our control,” said Amanda, “I suggest turning in any technology that you recovered or you’ll be prosecuted.” “Amanda, you don’t understand,” said Edmund, “I am the heir to this company, and I promised my parents on their deathbed that I would get this company back to its former glory.” “There is nothing I can do about that,” said Amanda. Her men started cleaning up the technology and taking it away. “If you have any problems with how we’re running things, you can take it to our superiors,” said Amanda. “And who the hell would that be?!” asked Edmund.

Edmund was at the mansion next to PierceTech watching the news. Professor Elvin Gadd was responsible for what happened. “Hey boss, don’t let that lady get to you,” said one of his friends. “Mr. Pierce,” said one of the scientists, “We still have another load of technology from a while ago, we should return it.” “Why return it?” asked someone, “We could make some insane armor and shit and showcase it for tourists.” That gave Edmund an idea. “I’ll tell you what,” he said, “Keep it.” “But the Public Hazzard….” Said the scientist. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them,” said Edmund, “The world’s changing. Time we change too.”

4 years later……

PierceTech was looking more high tech with the new gadgets he made using some of the alien technology that was hidden. Edmund had a truck coming in with some mechons. “Business is good,” he said.

I was driving to a wedding for one of my mom’s friends from work. I changed the channel and heard that there was a police chase near the street. I decided to kick it into action. (To the 4th wall) Time to do what I do best. I transformed into my Xeno-Suit and look at my watch. “I got time,” I said to myself. I parked my car and jumped on my hover board. Some thugs hijacked a truck and was stealing technology. One of them saw me. “Uh guys, we got trouble!” he said. I got a close look at them. They were thugs who worked for Xord who escaped from Prison. “They never learn,” I said. I jumped onto the truck and started fighting off the thugs. “Those aren’t yours,” I said. They all had energy swords similar to my monado. “Ok then,” I said. I got out my monado. “Speed!” I said. The Kanji symbol turned blue and I was able to move fast. I managed to wipe thir weapons away. I then rounded them up and imagined a cage with my digital headband and delivered them all to the police.

“Thank you Xenoblade,” said an officer. “Just doing my job for Los Angeles,” I said. I was listening to my radio. “There have been reports of a jewelery robbery in….”I looked at my watch. “I still got time,” I said. I went back to find my hoverboard and saw somebody messing with it. “Its all ready for you sir,” she said. It was a young girl with a costume similar to mine. “Wait,” I said, “Who are you?” “Well I’m Xenogirl,” she said, “Remember me?” “Wait…. That girl from the comic con contest!” I said remembering, “Congrats again on the costume Xenogirl.” “Glad to know you remember me,” she said, “I’ve taken the liberty of tinkering with the jets inside of your hoverboard, that way you can get to your location faster.” I took a look at it. “Sweet,” I said as I got on top of it, “Listen, I’m not sure if you wanna be around when bad guys are….” “Don’t worry about training me Xenoblade, I know all your moves, fighting styles, pick-up lines and everything!” said Xenogirl, “I’m your #1 fan!” “Thanks again,” I said. I flew away.

There were robbers stealing jewels from people. “Selling these is gonna make me a mint,” said their leader, Grey Mage. “Good, you could use one,” I said behind them, “I can smell your breath from all the way back here!” “Xenoblade,” he said, “How nice of you to join us. Get him boys!” His thugs were about to attack, but somebody threw a smoke ball in the field and took them down in no time flat. When the smoke cleared, I saw her. A new superhero who goes by the name, Purple Haze. “Purple Haze,” I said greeting her. “Xenoblade,” she said. Grey Mage was looking at us. “I got him buttercup,” I said. “Sure, I just softened up the punks for you,” she said. Grey Mage pulled out his wand and cast magic spells at us. (To the 4th wall) This guy isn’t really a magician, he just has a high tech suit. I leaped in and kicked the wand out of his hands. “Listen, the thing is, I got to him before you did,” said Purple Haze. “Well I talked to them first,” I said. “Look, she was he….” Said Grey Mage before he was attacked. “You know, we could share duties as heroes,” said Purple Haze. “I’ve already got a team,” I said. “Well good thing there’s heroes that can work together in this city,” said Purple Haze. She was playing with my mask and almost took it off. “You doing anything later?” I asked. “I’m helping out with a wedding,” she said, “Thanks for taking care of my job for me.” She floated away using smoke gauntlets and blew me a kiss. “Wow,” I said. Later I handcuffed Grey Mage and his thugs to a wall. (To the 4th wall) This job never gets old. I saw Micah chasing a helicopter. “Hey Michael, shouldn’t you be getting ready?!” “I still got time!” I said. I saw explosions in a building.

“That can’t be good,” I said. I flew over to see what was going on. It was Xord using a new kind of exo skeleton with a hammer. “Xord,” I said getting in a fighting stance. “Monado boy!” he said looking at me. “And Xeno Girl,” said XenoGirl. She somehow got to the top of the building. “How’d you get up here so fast?” I asked. “You see, I made these rocket boots triggered by these gloves I made,” she said. “That’s pretty cool, hold that thought,” I said. I was battling Xord. “Please continue!” I said as I was fighting him. “Well, I was inspired by all your work you did, and I wanna grow up to be somebody like you.” “That’s great,” I said, “But even I started out doing small things, maybe you should do the same. You don’t really have super powers.” “True,” said XenoGirl, “But what I lack in powers, I make up with my intellect, and I invented these.” “Pretty good,” I said still fighting Xord. “You keep dealing with this guy and I’ll get the police,” said XenoGirl. “Wait kid!” I said.

“This’ll just take a minute really,” she said. “Not that!” I said, “There’s thugs down there!” She flew over them. (To the 4th wall) How could I be so stupid to forget that she could fly? I jumped down to deal with his thugs who were stealing technology. They had weapons aimed at me. “Guys wait, we should talk this out,” I said preparing a new power I installed in my monado, “Monado SHOCKER!” I said. Using it, I managed to disable their weapons and stun them. “Good talk,” I said. “No it wasn’t,” said one of the thugs. “Now to catch Xord before he…..” I said as I saw him fall down on a car. “…..gets away,” I said. Xenogirl flew down. “He’s all yours Mr. Xenoblade,” she said. “Just Xenoblade,” I said, “Mr. Xenoblade was my dad.” The cops arrived in time. “Well, you finally caught up with him Xenoblade,” said an officer, “And who would you be young lady?” “I’m XenoGirl,” she said introducing herself, “And I helped Xenoblade round up these punks.” “Yeah, you sure did,” I said. “Hey, maybe I can apply to join your XenoForce team,” she said excited, “We could save the world and you could train me taking on small crimes until I’m ready to take it up a notch!” “Let’s not get carried away,” I said. “Oh right, sorry,” she said.

“But hey, if you play your parts right, you’ll be leading your own team of heroes,” I said, “But until then, just stay low and help the little guy and such.” “You got it,” said Xenogirl. “Oh, I gotta give you something for your help,” I said. “Like a reward?” she asked. I thought of something. I got out one of my EMP pistols. “How about this?” I asked, “You can use it to shut down enemy weapons and stuff.” “Cool!” she said as she took it, “Thanks.” “Don’t sweat it,” I said. I looked at my watch. “After all that I still got time,” I said, “Officers, Xenogirl, have a good night.” I drove to the wedding and Micah saw me. “You’re early,” she said. “That’s right,” I said, “Even after all those crimes I still made it with the decorations and stuff.” Later the party was going on after the wedding and everyone was dancing. Ratchet was dancing while looking at the ground. Denise chuckled. “Ratch, you’re not supposed to look at the ground when you dance,” she said. “I gotta Denise,” said Ratchet, “If I don’t I might slip.” He slipped but Denise caught him and giggled.

“Alright your party goers, its time to bring the newly-weds onto the dance floor,” said the DJ, “Let’s give it up for Nayla, and Jeffery!” Mom’s friend, Nayla, and her husband came to the dance floor. “Let’s show these guys how its done,” said Jeffery. They were dancing and we were all amazed. “Hey Mikey, you think you’ll ever open yourself out?” asked Anela, “Cause I got some girls that are lookin’?” “I don’t really know,” I said. Mom was talking with Nayla. “I’m really happy for you Nayla,” she said, “Jeffery seems like such a nice guy.” “Of course he’ll never replace my first boyfriend,” said Nayla, “It was his love that got me to open up my heart again.” I decided to go to the concession stand and get me something. “I’ll just take me a hot chocolate,” I said. “Here you go,” said the pink haired girl. I gave her some money. “You just got the last one,” she said with a smile. I smiled back.

“Its time to take this party down and slow down the music,” said the DJ. I noticed the pink haired girl moving to the music. “Wanna dance?” she asked. “Um, sure I guess so,” I said. She took me to the dance floor. “I can’t recall the last time I slowed dance before,” I said blushing. “No need to be nervous,” she said, “Just put your arm around me and hold my hand like this.” As we danced everyone started looking at us. “Looks like Michael’s macking,” said Micah. Although it was strange at first, I felt happy about it too.

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The Hart: Chapter One

Summary: When Lizzie was just a few months old, she lost her father. Fifteen years later she lost her mother, and then her sister. Now in her early twenties Lizzie spends her days and nights hunting things and saving people. When the Winchesters meet the bright eyed and bubbly blonde they don’t realise what they’re in for… and neither does she…

Part Thirteen: Mandroid

Masterlist

Warnings: Nope.

Bamby

DPOV

"So, what's it like, being an FBI guy?" Franny, the sales assistant at a jewellery store asked me.

The store had been robbed by one of their own a couple of days ago. Sam had found the case, and noticed a bank had been robbed in the same city, by one of its workers. It seemed odd enough, so Sam, Liz and I had set off to find out what was going on.

Sam was currently talking to the manager, while Liz spoke to a security guard. Or well... She was flirting with him. But that was none of my business. Nothing had happened between us since we'd kissed at the hotel a couple of weeks ago. As far as I could tell, she was still determined to not hook up with a hunter.

So if there wasn't going to be anything between us, I didn't mind her flirting with someone else. Hell, I was flirting with Franny. But I'd be lying if I wasn't a little jealous.

"Well, it's dangerous. And the secrets we gotta keep." I chuckled lightly. "Oh, God, the secrets. But mostly, it's lonely."

"I so know what you mean."

"Yeah." I nodded at her before getting back on track. "So, Helena killed herself?"

"Well, the cops said she dropped a hairdryer in the bath and fried herself. They should know, right?"

"Yeah. Well, thanks, Frannie. Think that's all I need."

"Really? I mean, because I've got more. You know, if you wanted to interview me... Sometime, in private?"

I thought about it for a moment, wondering if it would be a good idea. But I didn't see why not, so I simply nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I think that's a good idea. You're a true patriot, you really are. Why don't you write your number down?"

SPOV

"Helena was our head buyer. She was family, you know?" the manager explained as he moved to stand behind one of the counters. "She said it herself. Every Christmas part she said we were the only family she had."

"So, there were never any signs that she'd do this?"

"No, I still can't believe it, even now. That night, Helena came back to the store after closing. Cleaned out all the display cases and the safe. Edgar, our night watchman, he caught her in the act. He didn't know what to do. He'd known her for years. He called me at home."

"And that's when she took his gun?"

"She shot him in the face. I-I heard him die... Over the phone."

"Any idea what her motive could've been?"

"What motive? It makes no sense. Why steal all those diamonds, jewellery, then what, just dump it somewhere? Just hide it and then go home and..."

I didn't need him to elaborate. I'd read about the suicide. "So, you never saw the security camera footage yourself, then."

The manager shook his head. "The police, they took all the tapes, first thing."

Dean sighed, I looked over my shoulder to see him standing behind me. "Of course they did."

EPOV

"Well, you have been a big help, sir." I smiled at the security guard.

He'd only been working here a few months, but he'd met Helena and had been trained by the night watchman she'd killed. He didn't have a lot of information, but whatever I could get was better than nothing.

"Please, call me Jacob."

He was a good-looking guy. A few years older than me. Tall, dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, scruff on his jaw. Even though he was dressed in uniform, I could tell her was a fit looking guy underneath.

"Jacob." my smile widened as I pulled out a card from my pocket. "If you remember anything else, why don't you give me a call?"

He grinned, taking the card. "Or maybe I'll just call you to set up a date."

My smile widened. "I think I'd like that."

The sound of someone clearing their throat had us both look to see Sam and Dean now standing a couple of feet from us. Sam looked amused, while Dean looked bored.

"Right." I turned back to Jacob. "Thanks again for all your help. I, uh... I gotta go."

"Okay, yeah, sure." nodding he gestured to the card in his hand. "I'll call you."

Before I could respond, Dean's hand grabbed my arm as he started leading me out of the store and towards the car, Sam following behind us.

DPOV

"This is it." Sam pointed to the house I'd stopped in front of.

"Frigging cops." I groaned, getting out of the car.

Liz shrugged as she stepped on to the road as well. "They're just doing their job, Dean."

"No, they're doing our job. Only they don't know it, so they suck at it." I argued as we started for the front door. "Talk to me about this bank, Sam."

"Milwaukee National trust. It was hit a month ago."

"Same M.O. as the jewellery store?" I asked.

He nodded. "Inside job, long-time employee. The never-in-a-million-years type. Dude robs the bank, then goes home and supposedly commits suicide."

"And this guy Reznick was the security guard on duty?" I gestured to the front door as we neared it.

Liz stepped in then, answering. "He was beaten unconscious by the teller who heisted the place. Ronald Reznick."

Reaching the door, Sam knocked on the glass. "Mr Reznick?"

Suddenly a bright light turned on, practically blinding us with its voltage.

I looked away quickly. "Son of a-"

Movement caught our attention as Ronald stepped up to the door cautiously.

"FBI, Mr Reznick." Sam introduced us.

"Let me see the badges." the three of us did as Ron asked, pressing out fake badges to the glass. He leaned forward to look at them before looking at each of our faces. "Already gave my statement to the police."

I nodded. "Yeah, listen. Ronald, just some things about your statement. We want some clarification."

"You read it?"

"Sure did." I gave him a friendly smile.

"Come to listen to what I gotta say?" he sounded surprised.

"Why else would we be here, Mr Reznick?" Liz spoke.

His eyes fell on Liz. His face went a little pale as he stood a little straighter. "Well, come on in." he opened the door and stepped to the side. "Ladies first."

Oh, God.

"Such a gentleman. Thank you." Liz nodded, walking in. She tugged off her coat, draping it over her arm.

The first time I saw her in her FBI get up- which consisted of a black pants suit and white collared shirt, with a long grey coat sometimes and her hair pulled up neatly- I couldn't get over how she could look good in ripped jeans and her leather jacket, but also make a pants suit look sexy...

"This way." Ronald shyly smiled to her as he led us down a hallway. "None of the cops ever called me back. Not after I told them what was really going on. They all thought I was crazy."

Liz didn't drop the sweet act as she walked beside him. "Well, we're here to listen."

His smile widened as he stepped into a room, going on. I was listening to what he had to say, but at the same time, I couldn't stop looking at the walls. A corner was covered in posters, pictures, maps and articles... All about aliens...

"First off, Juan Morales never robbed the Milwaukee National Trust. That I guarantee. See me and Juan were friends. He used to come back to the bank on my night shifts and we'd play cards."

"So you let him into the bank that night. After hours." Sam noted.

"The thing I let into the bank... Wasn't Juan. I mean, it had his face, but it wasn't his face. Every detail was perfect, but too perfect. You know, like if a doll maker made it, like if I was talking to a big Juan doll."

Sam looked at the guy as if he were crazy. "A 'Juan doll'?"

Ronald ignored him as he offered Liz some articles. "Look. This wasn't the only time this happened. There was this jewellery store too. And the cops and you guys, I mean, you just won't see it. Both crimes were pulled by the same thing."

"And what's that, Mr Reznick?" Sam asked.

Ron picked up a magazine with a robot on the cover. "Chinese been working on them and the Russians before that. Part man, part machine."

Liz pointed to the robot. "Isn't that from Doctor Who?"

I turned to her shocked that she'd know that- because I sure as hell had no idea. But before I could say anything, Ronald spoke again.

"Yes. But I'm talking about real robot men. Like the Terminator but the kind that can change itself. Make itself look like other people."

That reference I got. "Like the one from T2."

"Exactly." Ron smiled at me, excited. "See, not just a robot. More of a, 'mandroid'."

"A mandroid?" Sam did not sound convinced. Which I didn't blame him, really. But he could have at least pretended.

Before Ronald could react, I quickly went on. "What makes you so sure about this, Ronald?"

His smile returned as he moved to a TV and slid a video into the player. "See, I made copies of all the security tapes. I knew once the cops got them they'd be buried." he explained as he pressed play. "Here. Now watch."

Sam, Liz and I took a seat on the couch as we watched Ronald fast forward the video until Juan appeared on the screen.

"Watch him, watch, watch. See? Look, there it is." he pressed pause. On the screen, we could see Juan's eyes, glowing. "You see, he's got the laser eyes."

That was no mandroid. That was a shapeshifter.

"Cops said it was some kind of reflected light. Some kind of 'camera flare'. Okay? Ain't no damn camera flare. They say I'm a post-trauma case. So what? Bank goes and fires me? It don't matter. The mandroid is still out there." he stood up and turned to us. "The law won't hunt this thing down, I'll do it myself.

"You see, this thing, it kills the real person. Makes it look like a suicide. Then it sort of, like, morphs into the person. Cases the job for a while till it knows that take is fat, and then finds its opening. Now these robberies, they're grouped together. So I figure the mandroid id holed up somewhere in the middle. Underground maybe. I don't know. Maybe that's where it recharges its mandroid batteries."

"Okay." Sam took a deep breath as he got to his feet. "I want you to listen very carefully. Because I'm about to tell you the gods' honest truth about all of this." he waited until Ron nodded before he went on. "There's no such thing as mandroids. There's nothing evil or inhuman going on out there. Just people. Nothing else, you understand?"

I had not expected that... Sam was usually the gentle one.

"The laser eyes-"

Sam cut him off. "Just a camera flare, Mr Reznick. See, I know you don't want to believe it, but your friend Juan robbed the bank and that's it."

Ron looked a little shocked at first, and then he was pissed. "Get out of my house! Now!"

"Sure." Sam nodded. "First things first..."

EPOV

Dean shook his head as he stood in front of the map of Milwaukee that we'd pinned to our hotel room wall. "Man, that has got to be the kicker, straight up. I mean, you tell that poor son of a bitch that... Wait, what did you say?" he asked Sam.

"We had to remand the tapes that he copied." I answered as I moved to sit on one of the beds, crossing my legs in front of me. "It's classified evidence of an ongoing investigation."

Dean laughed lightly. "That's messed up."

"What, are you pissed at me or something?" Sam turned to him from where he sat by the TV.

"No, I just think it's creepy how good of a fed you are." Dean shrugged. "I mean, come on. We could've at least thrown the guy a bone. He did some pretty good legwork here."

Sam scoffed. "Mandroid?"

"Well, except for that part, Dean's right." I nodded. "He seemed like a pretty decent guy."

"I liked him." Dean sat at the table in front of some blueprints. "He's not that different from us. People think we're crazy."

"Yeah, but he's not a hunter." Sam noted. "He's just a guy who stumbled onto something real. If he went up against this thing, he'd get torn apart. Better to stay in the dark and stay alive."

Dean shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

Shaking his head, Sam turned back to the T.V. where he looked to the paused screen. "Shapeshifter. Just like back at St. Louis. Same retinal reaction to video."

"Eyes flare at the camera." sighing, Dean looked to the screen as well. "I hate those frigging things."

"You think I don't?" Sam asked him.

"Well, yeah. But one didn't turn into you and frame you for murder."

"I haven't dealt with a shifter for years." the excitement in my voice couldn't be controlled. I just loved my job so much.

"They like to be laid up underground. Preferably the sewer." Dean noted. "All the robberies have been connected so far, right. To the, uh, sewer lain layout. There's one more bank lined up on that sewer main."

DPOV

"We haven't had any flags go up on our system yet." the security guard noted as he led Sam, Liz and I towards the security office in the bank.

"No, no, this is a glitch in the overall grid." I explained. "Just wanna make sure the branch monitors are kosher."

The guard nodded. "Better to be safe than sorry."

"That's the plan." I agreed.

As he opened the door to the office, he took a step to the side so we could enter. "Alrighty. You three need anything else?"

"No, we'll be in and out before you know it." Sam assured him. "Just a routine check."

"Thanks for all your assistance." Liz offered the guard a smile before she set off towards the screens playing security footage live.

"Okie dokie." the guard went to leave before leaning closer to Sam and me. "Don't know how you two work with a beauty like her around."

I chuckled lightly. "I hear ya."

Even in the fake uniforms we'd pulled together for the job, Liz still looked good. Her hair pulled through the hole at the back of her cap. Belt around her waist, pulling in her coveralls and showing off her curves. She looked like every guy's working-girl fantasy come to life.

Once the guard was gone, Sam and I moved to join Liz. "I like him. He says okie dokie."

"What if he's the shifter?" Sam asked, taking a seat.

"Then we follow him home and put a silver bullet through his chest plate." I answered, taking the other seat.

"Sounds like a plan." Liz nodded as she turned to us. Pausing, she frowned. "Don't I get a seat?" I swear, Sam was about to jump up and offer her his. But instead, she just shrugged and crouched down on the floor between us. "So we expecting this to take long?"

"Probably should have brought popcorn." I sighed.

SPOV

"Well, looks like Mr Okie-dokie, is okie dokie." Dean grinned as he nodded to the guard on the screen.

"Maybe we jumped the gun on this." I shrugged, starting to feel a little unsure about the job. "I mean, we don't even know it's here. Maybe we should just go on back to the sewers and-" I cut myself short as Dean zoomed in on one of the tellers, centring on her behind.

"Oh, come on." Lizzie groaned, getting to her feet and leaning over to take the controls from Dean.

"What are you doing?" he fought her, pulling at them, causing the screen to zoom in and out over and over.

"We're supposed to be looking for eyes." she snapped. "If I wanted to look at someone's ass, I would have left you two to the job and gone out with Jacob."

"The security guard from the jewellery store?" Dean almost sounded offended.

"Yes."

"Seriously? That guy was such a douche."

Something had changed between Dean and Lizzie. It was only a small change, but I'd still noticed it. Ever since the hotel case we took a couple of weeks ago. There was something different. Their flirting wasn't as bad, and they'd both started hooking up with more people than usual... I couldn't help but wonder if something had happened between them.

"Hold on, stop." Dean grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back as he leaned towards one of the screens more. "Hello, freak." sure enough, the camera was focused on the shifter.

"Got him." I got to my feet and headed for the door.

"Wait." Lizzie called. "I think we have a problem?"

"What?" I asked, coming back to the chairs and desk.

Dean gestured to one of the screens where Ronald was chaining up the entrance- which was the only exit- of the bank. "Hello, Ronald."

EPOV

"And you said we shouldn't bring guns." Dean scolded Sam as the three of us made our way towards Ron, where he had hostages in the main room.

"I didn't know this was gonna happen."

"Sam has a point, Dean."

Dean shook his head. "Just let Liz and me do the talking. I don't think he likes you very much, Agent Johns." he then grabbed my arm to stop me as we reached the last corner. "Don't do anything stupid. You stay close to Sam or me, you got it?"

"I don't need a babysitter, Dean. I'm perfectly capable."

"Just do as I say." he didn't leave any room for argument before he turned around the corner cautiously, watching Ronald.

Ron held up a key on a cord necklace as he spoke to the hostages he'd gathered up. "Now there's only one was in or out of here and I chained it up. So nobody's leaving, you understand?"

"Hey, buddy." Dean called. Ron spun on his heels to look at us. "Now, why don't you calm down? Just calm down."

"What the..." Ron lifted his gun, aiming it at us. "You! Get on the floor now."

"Okay, we're doing that." Dean nodded, all of us doing as we were told. "Just don't shoot anybody. Especially us."

"I knew it. As soon as you three left. You ain't FBI. No FBI is that hot." he pointed the gun at me. "Who are you?"

"Whoa!" my hands were raised as my eyes stayed focussed on the end of the gun. "You wanna point that somewhere else."

Dean shifted closer to me slightly. "Don't be stupid, Ron."

"Who are you working for?" Ron continued the questions, ignoring both Dean and I. "The Men in Black? You working for the mandroid?"

"We're not working for the mandroid!" Sam snapped.

"You shut up!" Ron yelled at him. "I ain't talking to you, I don't like you!"

Sam calmed down. "Fair enough."

Turning to the hostages, Ron pointed to one of the men. "Get over there, frisk them down, make sure they got no weapons. Go."

The man frisked Sam first and found nothing. He then moved to me.

"Touch anything you're not supposed to, and I will personally break all of your fingers. And then Ron's." I warned, holding enough venom in my voice to even make Dean and Sam flinch.

The man frisked me, carefully. His hands patting me down, while making sure not to touch too much. He found nothing and moved to Dean, frisking him more than he did me. He found a sliver blade in Dean's boot.

"Now what have we here?" Ron gestured for the man to give him the blade.

Dean looked to Sam and me with a shrug. "I'm not just gonna walk in here naked."

Taking the blade, Ron the gestured back to the hostages. "Get back down." he ordered the man. Moving to one of the counters, he tossed the blade into a waste paper chute.

"We know you don't want to hurt anybody but that's exactly what's gonna happen if you keep waving that cannon around. Now, why don't you let these people go?" Dean suggested, trying to reason with Ron.

It didn't work. "No! I already told you. If nobody's gonna stop this thing, then I gotta do it myself."

"We believe you." Dean kept trying. "That's why we're here."

"You don't believe me. Nobody believes me. How could they?"

Dean sighed. "Come here."

"What? No."

"You're holding the gun, boss, you're calling the shots. I just wanna tell you something. Come here." listening to Dean, Ron carefully stepped closer to him. "It's the bank manager."

"What?"

"Why do you think we got these getups? Huh? We were monitoring the cameras in the back. We saw the manager." Dean explained. "We saw his eyes."

Ron leaned closer, intrigued. "His laser eyes?"

"Yes." Dean answered, before shaking his head and correcting himself. "No. We're running out of time, okay. We gotta find him before he changes, before he changes into someone else."

"Like I'm gonna listen to you." Ron pulled back, aiming the gun at Dean now. "You're a damn liar." carefully, Dean got to his feet, pissing Ron off more. "I'll shoot you. Get down!"

"Dean." my heart was racing. In a split second I pictured a million different ways Dean could end up lying dead next to me...

But Dean ignored both of us. "Take me, take me with you as a hostage. But we gotta act fast. 'Cause the longer we sit here, the more time he has to change. Look at me, man. I believe you. You're not crazy. There really is something inside this bank."

"All right." Ron nodded. "You come with me." he turned to the hostages. "But everyone else gets in the vault!"

"Come on, move. Move, move." Ron ordered as he led us all to the vault. Once the hostages, Sam and myself were in, he nodded to Dean. "And you lock it up"

I stepped closer to the door as Den began to close it. "I don't like this."

"You scared for me." he grinned.

But I didn't return the grin. I stayed serious. "Yes."

Realising I wasn't messing around, his grin fell. "I'll be fine." he assured me. Nodding to everyone else, he spoke to us all. "It's okay everyone, Just stay cool." with that, the door was closed.

"Who is that man?" a woman asked.

"He's my brother." Sam answered, clearly concerned.

If the woman heard the worry in his voice, she didn't react. Instead, she looked dreamily at the door. "He's so brave."

Give me a break. I rolled my eyes, sliding against the wall a I sat by the door and began to wait.

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Nice To Meet You -6-

A/N: Sorry its been so long, I just got really busy. Sorry :(

When your mind focuses again you can see the red and blue glare of police lights. Looking around you realize that you are sat in the back of an ambulance with a large blanket around your shoulders. Watching, you notice an officer back in the alleyway taking pictures of the crime scene. Your movement catches the attention of the EMT who standing next to the ambulance, writing notes down on her metal clip board.

“Hey honey,” she says with a smile. “You ok?”

You nod your head as she approaches the doors of the vehicle and places her clipboard down next to you.

“Do you remember what happened?” she asks as she proceeds to wave a finger in your face, prompting you to follow the finger with your eyes.

“A woman was getting robbed,” you start.

She nods her head and then quickly rubs her hands through your hair looking for a contusion. Once she’s satisfied she pulls back to smile at you.

“You seem to be ok. No injuries just a bit of shock. What you are going to want to do is hurry and give your statement to officer Sanchez so he can take you home. Then get a good night rest ok? In the morning, you should probably call a therapist, you don’t want this to cause you any trauma, ok?”

You nod looking at her with somewhat wide doe like eyes, “Is the woman, ok?”

“She sure is,” she said taking up her clipboard and writing down her assessment. “She says you saved her life.”

“There was a little boy in a weird costume, he saved us.”

“Red?”

“Yeah”

“It was probably Robin then, him and Batman do that. You new here, honey?”

“Relatively.”

“You’ll probably here more about them now that you are aware. Don’t worry too much, they’re good guys.”

“Ok, I guess.”

“How she doing?” a voice from behind the woman called. The officer who was taking the pictures of the back wall, Officer Sanchez, had approached.

“She’s okay she’ll just need a ride home, after you question her.”

“Understood,” he turns his attention to you. “Ma’am my name is Officer Sanchez and if you can tell me what happened tonight that would be great.”

After giving him your name and repeating the story, the officer nodded and seemed content with the information. He loaded you into the back of his car and five minutes later you were in front of your apartment building.

“Call me if you need anything, ma’am,” he stated as he gave you his card.

Once inside of your apartment you found yourself laying in a bit of a daze on your couch. Letting the exhaustion of the night hit you, you fell asleep.

***

It was the vibration of your cell phone that woke you.

“Hello?” you answer not looking at the name, there’s only one person who would call at six in the morning.

“Babies are jerks,” Camille states, her lips smacking indicating that she was eating.

“Your kid isn’t even here yet and your already mad?”

“I want them out, every time I go to the bathroom I wonder, if they’re just going to slide out of my vagina like in ‘Oops I forgot I was Pregnant’.”

“That show is trash.”

“But sooo good! One lady gave birth in a port-o-potty.”

“Again, trash. Why are you up so early?”

“It’s six thirty shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“The baby won’t stop kicking and Eric is asleep. I figured having some yogurt would calm them down, but now I’ve been up since four.”

“Oh God,” you say sitting up rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, “You need to rest, rest so when the baby is ready to come you’ll be strong.”

“I know,” she says pouting. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, the office is so boring.”

“Really? Haven’t you been doing more investigations?”

“No, and I’m not sure I’m going to look anymore. I go to all these firms and I see no one who looks like our guys. Its liked they vanished.”

“Spooky.”

“Yeah,” you say standing and walking to the kitchen to grab yourself a bowl of cereal. “Plus, there was a robbery last night.”

“Did you get robbed?! Are you Ok?!” She panics.

“I’m fine,” you say watching the colorful pieces fall into the bowl. “I wasn’t the one who got robbed, I just stepped in.”

“What a hero,” she responds somewhat annoyed. “But you could have gotten hurt, or worse.”

“I know, bu-“ you stop mid- sentence. “Hey, why didn’t you tell me about the little guy running around saving damsels in distress?”

“Little guy?”

“Yeah little, all red outfit, no older than ten, only reaches up to my waist.”

“Who Robin? Did you get saved by Batman?!” She asks animatedly.

“No just the little one.”

“I think he’s new, a couple of years ago there was definitely a Robin that was older, used a staff or something. One of the girls at my old job got held hostage in a bank robbery and they saved her.”

“So,” you start as you pour the milk into the bowl and walk back to your couch. “You guys just have guys running around beating people? Do they have superpowers, like the guy in Metropolis?”

“Nah, I don’t think the Robins do, Batman though he might.”

“And he helps people?”

“Yeah for the most part,” she says nonchalantly. “I mean I’ve never heard of him trying to hurt someone that wasn’t a bad guy, but I have heard that he’s scary to see, even if you’re the one who’s in trouble.”

“How does he know when people are in trouble?”

“Sometimes, if you look, there’s like a light in the shape of a bat that comes from the GCPD building. Other times though I think he’s just, I don’t know, there. Like ever present ass kicking all black Santa, minus the presents.”

“GCPD?” You question as you put the bowl down and reach in your pocket to finger the card that Officer Sanchez gave you last night.

“Yeah, I think they got in trouble when they first put it up a few years ago, but everyone is used to it now.”

“I see.”

“Yeah, hey you aren’t going to work, are you? You should at least take the day off, call a therapist.”

“I’m going to call in, but I’m not sure about the therapy. I feel fine.”

“For now,” she warns.

“I know, I know,” you say shoving spoonful of the sugary breakfast in your mouth. “If I can’t handle it I’ll go.”

“Alright, just make good choices, ok?”

“I will, you go back to sleep.”

“I will. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“Bye.”

The phone hung up.

“Master Damian, he-”

“I know Pennyworth I’m going,” the young voice of a green-eyed boy stated annoyed.

He didn’t understand why he was getting in trouble, he saved people.

Down in the bat cave he nearly rolled his eyes when he saw not only his father, but the tell-tale outline of a tall form leaning over the chair his father was sitting in.

“Grayson,” he greets begrudgingly.

“Damian,” Dick Grayson returns with a smirk. “Interesting night last night?”

“Interesting and fulfilling,” he says with his chest poked out.

“I thought we were over the sneaking out, Damian” His father starts, but he doesn’t move his eyes from the screen.

“I was restless, you know I don’t like being trapped in this house. Besides I saved two women last night. If I didn’t go out they could have been dead or worse.”

“I don’t think anyone is saying that you couldn’t have gone, Damian.” Dick says trying to make sure that things don’t get heated. “You Just have to let someone know, I could have gone with you since I was here.”

Damian looks between the two before he begrudgingly let out a, “Sorry, I guess.”

Bruce grunts and Dick rolls his eyes with a smile. Damian shifts his eyes to the Bat computer and examines the items that are up on the screen.

“Twenty people?” he questions. “I haven’t heard about any missing person’s cases.”

“I know,” Bruce says hitting a few keys. “Someone is keeping the disappearances a secret.”

Bruce opens a document and two images of the CEO’s of Carlisle and Preston.

“It’s like they just sprung up overnight,” Dick comments as he crosses his arms across his chest. “Any reported instances of abuse or suspicious activity?”

“None, and neither of the two have any criminal history. I’m running a background search on the Board of Directors now.”

“All of the people were from outside of Gotham, here for two years or less, no family ties, no one who’d notice or miss them.”

“Human trafficking?” Damian proposes.

“Could be, but there is no specific type. Young and old, all genders, all ethnicities.”

“So, unlikely then,” Dick adds. “Could they have just changed jobs? Moved on from the company?”

Bruce shakes his head, “From what I know the targets were unlikely to be poached, and even if they were they wouldn’t leave without informing someone.”

“How do you know that?” Dick questions.

“A source,” Bruce states flatly.

Dick stares at Bruce thoughtfully furrowing his dark eyebrows as the man continued to type. “It’s a woman.”

Bruce doesn’t pause at the statement, but he also doesn’t respond.

“It’s the one you left Liza for, isn’t it?”

Again, no answer.

Damian blinks at his father, “If it’s the same woman, doesn’t your file on her state that she has an admitted case of paranoia?”

“You went through her file?”

“Why are you keeping a file on the woman your dating?” Dick asks as he rubs the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“Should we really be taking the word of someone who may be making the whole thing up?” Damian questions.

“That too,” Dick adds.

“She’s not lying,” Bruce says flatly. “Aside from her word, the retention rate for the company is high. In the past five years only three people have quit.”

“So maybe there is some truth to what she said.”

Bruce opens his mouth to respond, but the vibration against his thigh catches his attention. Slipping the phone out of his pocket, his eyebrow raises at the coincidence.

“Hello?”

“Hey, moneybags, do you have time to take me on an actual date today?”

“Right now?” Bruce questions looking at his watch which showed that it just turned noon.

“Around 1 if that’s okay?” Her voice, was a little off. “If that’s too much then it’s okay. I know we just saw each other last night.”

“Is something wrong?” Bruce questions astutely.

“Uh, no, maybe, I just need to get out of the house.”

“All right, you know this means that you’ll have to give me your address, right?”

“I know, I thought about that before I called you. I’ll text it to you.”

“All right, I’ll come as soon as I can.”

“Just don’t upstage me with your outfit, okay? Its embarrassing.”

“I’ll try my best,” he said with a chuckle. The call ended in empty silence, something Bruce was getting used too.

“I’ll be right over?” the teasing voice of his eldest son mused. Bruce looked at the boy was smirking at him with a raised eyebrow and an amused playful smirk.

“She sounded distressed,” Bruce reasoned.

“Uh huh sure, I’ll just pretend that your face didn’t light up when you saw her name of the phone.”

Bruce didn’t respond and instead pushed back from the desk, standing up to go change his outfit to something more appropriate.

“Father, make sure that you gather more information while you’re there. This isn’t just a date for frivolities sake.”

Bruce peaked over his shoulder to look at the young boy who was calling out to him. As his blue eyes met the boys green he couldn’t help but feell conflicted about the intense nature of them. The boy was so serious, so focused, and mission driven that it was hard not to feel proud of all of the things that Bruce knew he would accomplish if he kept on the right path. However, he had hoped his first biological child that he had would have been at least able to experience the childhood that he experienced when his parents were alive.

“I’ll keep an eye out.”

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adventk-blog · 7 years

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— ARE YOU WHO YOU WANT TO BE,

introducing KIM YUKWON, a MUTANT, under the moniker of MAMBA— and currently a believer of SEPARATION. age ( twenty-five ) and gifted with the ability of DEMON SUMMONING, they are currently working as a FREELANCE CRISIS FIXER.

WE ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN STORIES,

“Fellowship of the Eternal Life” made all the papers. A single seven year old child found alone in the disaster prepped underground bunker of religious zealots. Ankle deep blood pooled the child’s feet, and no explanation of how it all happened or where all the adults of the cult had gone. No bodies. No weapons. Only sticky wet remains of some carnage the child only half remembered. They called it a murder-suicide, the case quickly left dusty and unsolved in the depths of the most obscure unsolved conspiracy mystery blogs.

The outsiders Bishop Father would have called heretics–didn’t believe him of course.

No that wasn’t quite true. They definitely believed he had been kidnapped as a baby by his estranged father and kept locked away underground for seven years. The stories about Bishop Father Kim–it was hard not believe. The rituals. The torture. All his many “mommies”. How Bishop Father Kim had chosen him to be “a special offering to the heavens”. A child god on Earth that would rain righteous power on all heretics. There was the black door, the sulfur and Bishop Father Kim’s special “shakes” that if the believing didn’t drink from, all would be punished that much worse. However they didn’t believe him when he talked about: HER.

“Ladies don’t have claws or red eyes like roses child.”

He begged to differ.

Byul had very red eyes.

Like scarlet–and they had been glittery that night like gleeful rubies as it had popped Bishop Father’s still horrified then sightless eyes into a cheerfully humming vermilion mouth. It had winked at the little boy chained down to the iron cot then, about the only thing “human” it’d done since it had first appeared tail lashing and claws impatiently tapping metallic hollow sounds on his cot that was both prison and refuge.

Stop talking about me to them doryeonnim.

“I can make you show yourself! Then they will believe me.”

Can you now? Really little one? Tell me boy, can you make me do this thing you say before I eat out their hearts?

No he probably couldn’t. Scratch that: He definitely couldn’t. Byul was very fast. Scary fast. He’d seen it with his own eyes, one minute it had not been there behind the black door, and then was and he hadn’t been able to stop anything. One by one claws had ripped the fellowship apart. Then the screaming mommies. Black walls and red rain became one. It of course saved Bishop Father Kim for last. Laughed like some much heavier thing while it painted what had been his father’s “Fortress of Truth, Belief & Righteousness” in his own crimson gore. Then the delicate monterous thing the boy feared he himself had brought, would dance across the warm sticky of the floors, a soft burp on it’s lips before squatting down to rip off the metal cuffs that had been the only constant in the child’s young life.

“Why Byul?…”

Because the sound of your pained squeals no longer pleased me doryeonnim, and I more importantly I grew tired of that boring dank hovel with no amusements you keep calling me to. Now say thank you–it’s only fair.

“…T–thank…you?”

After all, the outsiders pulled him from the dark, and because of Byul everything changed. He had a name of his own once more. One from before Father Bishop Kim had made him one of the “chosen”. Kim Yukwon didn’t wear metal cuffs, and had an aunt and an uncle who loved him very much and never stopped looking for him. They wanted him to come live with them now.

“You can’t do bad things here Byul.”

“Bad” things are relative. Best learn it before you get much older. Sometimes bad is better.

He wasn’t sure what Byul had meant. Still the uncle and aunt were kind. They owned a catering business and restaurant. They helped him to forget, at least for a little bit. For a time he was like them. An outsider among the sun. He learned to read and go to school with others his age. He ate foods that didn’t burn and curdle in his stomach until he wanted to die, and yet never did (which would have been a mercy). The hissing raging voices in his head that had once kept him awake before went silent for a time.

Even Byul’s “visits” stopped.

Unfortunately it was just as Bishop Father had taught them behind the black door, there were no safe places in the outside world. He found them after returning from a high school overnight trip–they had been dead so long that even poor aunties bound arms had gone blue and cold. A robbery the cops said. Wrong place , wrong time. He understood none of that. All he knew was first and only true family he had ever really known was gone.

Of course he blamed her first.

“YOU DID THIS!”

Bah! You call me finally in so long a time and for such lies? Your own kind are far worse than me. You know that better than any other.

Byul had him there. He had always thought people were better than the inhuman creatures that whispered dark things to him in his head, but he had been wrong. Again. He’s not sure why he did it that night. Maybe it was HER smug tone, or maybe it was just the bitterness of knowing that he was always going to be alone with the monsters in his head. It didn’t take those monster whispers to not sound so bad after all. Nor did he even pause to think about it when he finally turned those monsters free to hunt down the poor bastards, still drunk and guiltless about what little scrap of happiness they had taken from him.

Hah! So you do have a spine in there somewhere Juinnim. Their screams for mercy were glorious, and I can still taste the sweet salt of their tears. Feel better now?

He didn’t.

It was better that way.

THERE IS FLESH AND BLOOD BEHIND THESE TALES,

Overall Yukwon is uncomfortable expressing any kind of natural affection and emotion to other humans. The scars of living in a cult and the part he played in it’s demise (thanks to Byul, but still), haunt him. His experiences in the “outside” world haven’t helped. Aside from that he’s hyper aware that his demons (the literal ones) feed on even the slightest lack of control and human corruption, and that he must maintain a fine balance between being part human and part vicious monster wrangler and unwilling tour guide. However, he tries not to hurt others (well at least not those who don’t deserve it) because of a misplaced sense of guilt and duty–but he won’t allow anyone too close either (if nothing more than for their own good.).

Yukwon also has the ability to see what needs to be done in any sticky situation and then get it done. And why not? It’s what clients pay him to do–handle their “ugly” things and secrets in the most efficient and discrete way possible. He “handles” said situations decisively and without the slightest bit of the usual natural reservations to fear, pain, or danger most other human beings have. This may make him come across as “cold”, unfeeling or even emotionless to the casual observer. He’s not, but weakness, illogical emotions or even a too strong desire, is like a demon beacon. Most demons are always looking to hitch a free ride out of The Void via Yukwon’s body. Overall, Yukwon avoids non-clients as much as he can and mainly deals with the demons, as their needs are far simpler to anticipate and he always pretty much knows they eventually want to stab him in the back (and perhaps then lick the blade or something immediately after.).

AND EVEN MONSTERS CAN LEARN TO WEEP.

Demon Summoning Yukwon’s body is a living “portal” between the planes of Earth’s physical reality and the opposite physical reality of “The Void”. Human’s through the ages have called this alternative realm many things due to religious belief, superstition and myth. In reality, the “The Void” is simply an ancient realm set in levels (12 to be exact) and is one of the many parallel dimensions that runs concurrent to Earth’s own space and time continuum but predates humanities evolution. The denizens of The Void are more primitively powerful, vicious and lacking in societal concepts of morality that bind human communities. Yukwon can communicate mentally with as well as move the beings that reside in The Void instantaneously to Earth without much more than a thought. These native creatures (known as “Demons”) see the human populous as entertainment (and food honestly). Demons are intelligent, sentient, supernaturally inclined and highly acquisitive. They can reason, think, communicate–but they aren’t and have never been humans, twisted souls, nor “angels” (as commonly mistaken). They however are definitely drawn to and empowered by the immorality and malice found in the darkest recesses of the human psyche. Still these “monsters” surprisingly put a high value on concepts of caste, power hierarchy, “trade” and “bartering” so much so that they can be enticed to not lay waste to everything in their path–for a price.

APPLICATIONS : –Demonokinesis (Mental control over demons.) –Familiar Summoning (Is able to summon a specific demons over and over again by name.) –Banishment (Can “force” unwilling demons back to The Void.)

LIMITATIONS : The foremost and by far biggest weakness of Yukwon’s ability are that all demons are highly intelligent, extremely predatory, sentient and self-aware. Even when they are summoned and bound to do his bidding, a demon retains it’s own darkly inclined agenda. Demons are not “pets” and cannot (will not) be house broken to the rules that humans subscribe to. They are as complex as any human if not more so (while also completely lacking in any sort of conscience, honor or higher moral motivations). So summoning them is kinda akin to summoning a feral great white while seasoned in chum. This unpredictability makes them extremely dangerous to deal with as they are always looking for a “chip” or weak spot in Yukwon’s control.

LESSER LIMITATIONS

–Yukwon always has to have tattooed precautions, as any demon can easily turn on him putting every human in the vicinity in danger.

–Byul is the only demon Yukwon can summon by full demon name as a “familiar.”

–Demons are neither omnipotent nor infallible as myth portrays them.

–Yukwon hears curious demons of all levels in his head all the time and as a result he takes several medications designed for auditory hallucinations to muffle them.

–Demons can be injured and even killed (good luck with that)!

–Yukwon’s demon familiar Byul for it’s own amusement, occasionally will put him in non-lethal danger to “see what will happen”.

–Yukwon can’t create a demon, only manipulate the motivations of existing ones.

–Yukwon is only strong enough right now to summon demons from low caste levels 12, 11 which are basically “imps” (and sometimes a very weak 10).

–Sometimes a summoned demon makes the given situation they were summoned for worse.

–Yukwon risks “demon possession” of his own mind with every summoning, the weaker his mental state the easier it is.

–Summoning takes an immense mental toll on Yukwon at anytime since calling a demon and keeping them under control usually requires him to be privy to all their innermost thoughts–and all demons generally have really terrible ideas and thoughts.

–The bigger the demon (or closer to level one they are), the more mental force Yukwon has to exert to deal with them–too big a demon shows up and he could very well have a stroke or brain aneurysm.

–Sometimes summoned demons of different hordes will get into violent fights with each other and last waste to everything around them despite Yukwon’s attempts to control the situation.

–Every summoning requires “payment” (or offering) for the demon. Most like human blood and/or flesh.

–Demons have much more limited powers in Earth’s “realm” than they have back home, mainly because of the rules of Earth physics differ immensely.

THREAT LEVEL TWO. 02+ BRWN, 04+ RSLNC, 06+ INTLCT, 07+ WLLPWR, 03+ FGHTNG, 02+ SPD

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