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redamoureux · 1 year

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─ Romantic Homicide

Emesis Blue Soldier Short Scenario

• genre: romantic

( # warnings ; SPOILERS, hurt/comfort, trauma, mild hallucination, mention of character death, implied timeloop, inconsistent timeline, ooc (?)

─ a/n: been kinda fonding over soldier lately, and after watching emesis blue i gotta write this, man deserves some comfort, also the ending is a little rushed so it might sucks :'D

Enlighten me, my dear

Why am i still here?

The rain pitter-pattered steadily on the window as you continue typing away on your computer, staring at the screen while occasionaly glancing at the keyboard to ensure you click on the right keycap.

You were too concentrate on writing your report that you didn't hear the door creaked open as a figure lightly closes it back and slowly walks past the other desks, approaching your section.

As if by chance, you pause typing midway a sentence, feeling a presence behind you. Your eyes widen slightly as you continue to stare at the screen, a shadow faintly appears behind your reflection.

Before you could act on your fight or flight instinct, a pair of hands grabs roughly onto your shoulder and a voice booms almost right next to your ear. "BOO!!" You screamed and instantly got up to try to fight off the intruder, almost losing your balance and groaning a little due to bumping onto your desk, dropping papers and whatnot. With a little struggle you turned to face the intruder, ready to fight for your life─ yet instead you were met with a cackling soldier.

You confusingly blink a few times before you made a knowing face and you let out a sigh of relief, allowing your shoulder to drop.

"Heheh, i got you good didn't i?" Soldier comments, still laughing. At that you let out of another sigh and gave him a small smile. "Yeah, yeah, right you did."

Soldier gave a last chuckle and calming down before he peers at the computer screen behind you and sees your yet to be done draft document. "What are you workin' on?" He questions, pointing at the screen. You turned your head a little to take a glimpse at what he is pointing at before looking back at him. "Oh, it's just some reports that i need to submit to the chief tomorrow." Soldier nods while making a small cognize sound as a reply.

"So uh, what are you doing outside here in the middle night?"

"I woke up because i had a weird dream earlier. And i just wanted to check if anybody is still in the station." The conversation was abruptly interrupted by sizzling and gurgle-like sound coming from a coffee machine placed on a nearby cabinet, which took both of your attentions. Soldier walk towards the machine, taking a plastic cup before pouring in the coffee. "Ah wait, that belongs to my-" you try to object to which soldier respond by sipping the coffee loudly. "-co-worker.."

"You said something?" You gave him a look but shrugged and decided to just brush it aside. You kneel down to pick up the things that dropped earlier, and shortly after he came next to you helping picking up the stationeries. As he checks around, from a distant, he notices a small envelope beneath the table and retrieves it before scanning the back and front of it.

As you're sorting out the papers, he places the envelope infront you, "beep, you have one new message." With a voice trying to imitate a robot. You stared at it before you took it and thanked him. You observe it briefly thinking it may be a letter from a colleague, but you became puzzled upon learning that the letter was something you've never seen or received before, yet it has your name on it. "What is it?" Soldier asks, seeing your confused look. "Oh it's nothing, i just don't remember ever getting this from anyone."

"Ohhh, maybe it's a letter from a ghost?" He jokingly said, making a hand gesture. You shaked your head, "Pft, obviously not silly. I must've forgotten about it somehow, I'll just look into it later." You put down the envelope and walked to the drinks cabinet and brew yourself a cup of matcha tea. While stirring the cup, soldier walks towards you holding the coffee pot on one of his hands and a plastic cup in the other. He tilted his head a little seeing your drink. "You like matcha tea?"

"Mhm, it helps me stay awake during overtime."

"I can't really understand why you enjoy that, it tastes bitter." "Have you ever tried it before?" "Yes of course i did."

"Well then, guess we simply have different taste in drinks." "Affirmative."

Drizzling slowly escalated into downpour ringing clearer as you both drink in silence before he says a trivial thing that led you two into a good deal of time of random talks and playful bickerings which ended up making you two stay at the office longer than intended.

I don't mean to be complacent with the decision you made, but why?

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Monday, October 21, 1968

1:43 AM

"─Increasing clouds, with a low round 26. Breezy wind between 15 and 20 mph. And a similiar day tomorrow with only a few patches of rain across the middle and southern side of the midlands with infrequent amounts of sunshine during the day."

"The same can be said for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday as the weather gradually improves with more sunshine and less cloud rains clouds hovering across the sky."

"However the temperatures increases significally over─"

The meteorologist was interrupted the poor radio reception signals caused by the storm and is swiftly replaced with static noises.

You stared tiredly at the cup of your favorite tea on your hand. Watching as small stirring formed in the drink, with your vague reflection staring back. You were briefly lost in a chain of thoughts as your mind think back about a certain someone.

You look up to stare at the dark and rainy view behind the window that was partly covered by the blinds. You bring the cup closer and drink slowly, the warm drink gradually soothes your nerves to which you let out a small sigh to. You look back at the window, expecting to have nothing much to look at.

Until Your whole body suddenly tense when your gaze fall upon a black figure stiffly standing in the rain.

Despite the fact you couldn't see their eyes, you could just feel it's intense stare.

You tried holding eye contact with it for as long as you could, not even blinking, fearing you might miss it. You're unsure what to do, as if on cue however, a car drove past in a fast speed, driving through a puddle and splashing them and within a bat of an eye, they were gone.

Quickly placing down your tea, you ran closer to the window opening the blinds so you could take a better view and placing one of your hands on the cold window. Looking left and right, checking spontaneously, you furrowed your brows slightly and pinch the bridge of your nose. Feeling a little foolish for thinking that there was anybody outside in the middle of a rainstorm.

You turn to look at the ticking clock on the wall, just realizing that it's already practically morning. Maybe it's the best to go home and take some sleep now.

In the back of my mind

You died

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Sunday, November 3, 1968

10:31 AM

"Code 8, request for backup to Lazarus Funerals chapel, Chief was shot and the culprit is getting away!"

"10-4, Affirmative. Help's on the way. Make sure to vacant the area and restraint anyone from coming near."

"─10-1, this 177, i wasn't be able to receive- what the hell is going on?"

"There had been several reports about an attack happening in Governor Jules Archibald's funeral and shortly after, a presumed assassin emerge from the coffin and starts shooting people."

"Hold on, isn't that where your friend was attending to?"

"You mean that bozo? Heard he was just tryna cause trouble for us."

You stayed quiet, gritting your teeth. stepping on the pedal harshly in silent anger, wanting to get over this as soon as possible.

Earlier on, you'd heard the breaking news announcing Jules Archibald's passing and shortly afterwards, an agent reached out to you informing about Jules's funeral. Though it was like he was essentially bringing up more about soldier. You weren't sure what that agent is up to, but your mind wasn't focusing on that as you were more concerned about jane.

Ever since he was assigned to work alongside a private detective, you two barely were be able to talk to each other. During a few of your calls with him, he'd always update you about his work with the detective and other sector.

Which you'd obviously be happy for him, if it wasn't for the fact how at times he'd sound questionably troubled. One time he'd tell you about a rather alarming task that he was told to undertake and when you question it later, he'd confusingly and jokingly ask you what you're talking about.

You've brushed it aside since he kept ensuring you that he was doing well.

But now your suspicion amplified with these recent events that just somehow has a tie led on jane. You really don't want to doubt him, yet in the back of your mind you just know that something bad is going on.

And you're determined to find out the truth.

At last, you've reached the location, practically abandoning your car and ignoring the rain as you ran to the street, seeing cars crashing to each other and several bodies laying around. You cringed internally at the sight as you kept running until you've reached the chapel.

You pant and slowed down as you saw some police officers who had also just arrived to examine the crime scene. While you became distracted at the bloody scene. Blood splattered on the wall against the podium table with a body laying beside the opened casket. Though you recover quickly and looked around the place hoping to see a familiar face, to no avail.

"Hey!" A annoyed voice called and you swiftly turn your head towards the man. "What are you doing? you look like a damn lost puppy, just what are you even looking for?"

"I was just searching for someone." "Well that person is likely dead now, not that i care much. Where are the rest of the unit? They are supposed to be here by now." "They're on their way, sir." The officer sigh obviously irritated. "Whatever. Make yourself useful and help the others outside or something." You lowly nodded and he walked past you while muttering in low tone.

You took as many evidences as you could get, checking for any cameras placed nearby that could possibly help and interrogate bystanders. One was be able to take pictures of one of the gunmen, and when you paid close attention, you were capable of seeing the other gunmen on some pictures. You stared at photographs in bewilderment as you constantly compare those with a clear picture of jane. Sure most of these are rather blurry but you couldn't exactly deny the resemblance between the two men.

You brought back the proofs and documents with you back to the office to begin dicussing with your co-workers and forming speculations. With this in mind, you decided to try to call jane, hoping that he in some way would answer. No respone. You tried once again. No respone.

You began dialing the number every now and then, yet it remain having the same result again and again. Numerous wanted posters of him was printed and plastered around the street.

Some time passed by, with little new informations discovered it's making it difficult for you to find out what really happended. Which over time has began pressuring you. You know that you couldn't stay forever doing this, so slowly you start to drop it little by little and try to continue with your life.

And i didn't even cry, no not a single tear

And i'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive

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Thursday, December 7, 1968

5:00 AM

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Your sleep was suddenly interrupted as you groan and mindlessly extended your arm to reach the alarm, pushing every other thing aside. Finally slamming the noisy machine a few times to stop, you stayed in the same position for a moment and huff, forcing yourself to sit up straight with some struggles.

It's been a month since the incident with jane still on the loose. Some theorize that he must've somehow got killed one way or another because apparently they believed it shouldn't have taken this long for the authorities to find him, which you find clearly absurd.

You took a deep breath, deciding to stop thinking and let yourself to relax today. Starting your day with your usual routines and doing a few things such as cooking simple foods and preparing yet another cup of your favorite tea.

Pouring hot water into the cup while humming a melody, you placed down the kettle and sat down, drinking the tea.

When all of a sudden there was a few knocks on the front door that made you nearly choke on your drink and you look at the door. You weren't expecting anyone to come today, so this got your curiousity.

You stand before the door, your hand hesitatingly float just a few inches from the doorknob before finally turning open the door, making a click sound.

You weren't sure who you assume would come but certainly not-

"..Jane?"

You stared at the man infront you in utter disbelief.

He was also seemingly taken aback at your reaction, shifting to stand up straight on reflex. With wide eyes you look up and down at him, he's standing in a rather awkward way and wears his easily recognizable blue jacket which was smudged with some stains and dirts on it aswell as his helmet. You were still gawking before he spoke up almost lowly, "Hey.." giving a small wave.

As your mind is still processing everything, you moved yourself aside from the door as a silent gesture for him to come in. He steps inside as you look around the outside before locking the door again.

"Uh, you can take a look around a little first, i- need to do something real quick." You stammer still in disbelief. He nodded, seemingly acknowledging the awkward tension between two of you. You walk fast to the bathroom, closing the door as you lean on the door still feeling overwhelmed hence you're unsure how to react to his sudden appearance.

You gaze at the mirror and stare at your nervous reflection, listening to the faint mumurs of voices arguing in your head. You closed your eyes, frustrated and perplexed. After pondering for a little longer you decided that it's probably the best if you try to listen to jane's side of the story to really understand what ever is going now right now. You have a feeling there's going to be alot to unravel.

Going back to the living room, you found him staring at one of the picture frames hanging on the wall of you and your colleagues. Hearing the door click he spun around and you interject.

"Do you want me to get you another clothes?" You offered, and he took a last glance at the picture before nodding. You walked closer to him and hold out your hand and he takes off the jacket and hands it to you, then you toss it into the laundry hamper and went to fetch some unused clothes you had in store as precaution.

"Hey, Jane?" You called out, "I've prepare some hot water and towels for you to use in the spare room." You gave him the necessity and leading him to the said room.

You weren't sure if he had already ate breakfast yet, so just to be sure, while waiting you heat up and prepare the food you cooked earlier and washed the dirty clothes. After he returned you proffer to which he accepted and thanked you in a monotone voice before you two sat and eat in silent.

When you glanced up at him, you were met with a stoic and an almost emotionless face. He kept his gaze down and you could almost swear you never saw him blink.

Throughout the day, you two kept a distance. Occasionally he'd come up to you and ask some specific questions about your early life and friends which you hesitantly answered whilst choosing your words. In an attempt to lighten up the mood a little, you showed him several old collection of yours and recalling some good and bad memories, simultaneously engaging himself aswell.

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You drowsily walked down the corridor and yawned, feeling slightly annoyed having to get out of bed to get snack. The faint drizzling rain still audible from the outside.

Finally reaching the kitchen, you grabbed some random available ingredients you had in your fridge and without having to think much, you made a quick work with it.

Just as you sat down and began eating, your eyes suddenly landed on a shadowy figure sitting outside the porch. You tilted your head and took another bite of the snack before you stood up.

"Jane?" He suddenly turned stiff before he turns his head and sees you. "Oh, hello." He greeted.

"What are you doing outside? It's cold and it looks like it's about to rain any minute now." You asked, feeling a little worried. "Just enjoying the view is all." He answered. Your hands held loosely on the door as you thought for awhile, shifting your attention from him to the cloudy and dark sky before returning back to him.

"Hm. Well, i made a snack and uh, tea. Would you like some?"

"Sure."

You took the light food and drinks onto a small tray and carried it outside. You sat down next to him and placed the tray between the two of you and took your piece. He held the mug in his hand and looked at the content then pulled his eyes up from the drink to look at you munching on your snack. "Chamomile milk tea. It's good for relaxation." You remarked. He blinked and you added, "don't worry, it's pretty sweet."

Finally deciding to listen, he took a few sip and you watched as his eyes slowly lit up with delight at the taste. You sold a small laugh at his reaction as he drink more and let out a contented sigh. Still feeling sleepy while chewing on your food, your eyes and mind drifted off briefly. "I'm sorry."

Your eyes shot open at those two words, and you snapped your attention at jane. His gaze avoided yours and instead looked down at his mug. Waiting for a further explanation and given none, you frowned with confusion. What does he mean by that?

He open his mouth with no words coming out before closing his mouth again and letting out a tired heavy sigh and closed his eyes for a moment. Seemingly having a terrible mental debate over what to tell. You turn away a little and lowered your head, wondering and worrying to what had happen to cause such a change in him..

"I.. i'm not jane." He suddenly stated in a low voice.

At that, your head perked up and looked back at him, slightly raising one eyebrow and squinting. Feeling like you're given even more questions rather than answers. He checks for your reaction and took a deep breath, "i'm not him." He stated once again, firmly.

"I killed him."

A look of alarm appeared on your face as you continued to stare at him, mouth agape. Your cup almost fell off your grasp before he began talking again. "Conagher slaughterhouse. Jules. There was a copying machine. He.. there were numerous copies of him. And i destroyed it all." He paused. "And it was cold. That's.. that's what cyclops feels like." He stares at his hands, and you followed his gaze. His hand is visibly trembling. Air hitched in his throat the longer he stared thus he covered his face with his hands and sobbed.

Your face switched immediately to worry once again, and you slide closer to him by instinct and raised your hand to put it on his shoulder to provide little comfort.

"I'm sorry, i've been lying to you. I don't deserve your help. I've been making you worry too much for someone you love who's dead. Replaced by me, another cheap clone of endless one." Despite your disturbed self, you felt your heart crumble upon seeing his terrified face that was now visible as his helmet was slightly slid up.

A single tear rolled down his distress yet still stoic face and you gave him a side hug. He tensed up for a moment and words were stuck in his throat before closing his eyes and slowly accepting your gesture and hugging you tightly. You could hear his sniffling right above your ear, accompanied by warm tears that intensified dropping on your shoulder.

You weren't be able to fully comprehend the whole situation yourself. Your mind is still stunned by the newfound information that your friend who you had been searching for a lengthy time now, fell out to be a clone, and that the real one is already long gone. You could easily think this must've been some sort of sick joke or that he was seriously losing his mind.. yet, his trembling body in your arms holding you tightly struggles to convice you to believe that pointless idea.

"It's not your fault." You whispered under your breath. And the two of you sat there under the awning as the rain increases very so slightly. truthfully you never exactly liked the rain and so does he. But it's always raining.

I can't believe i had said it

But it's true

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akiranzee · 17 days

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Hi there! Can I request Akaza x Fem! Demon Slayer?

When Y/N sees Rengoku fighting an upper class demon she heads over to help him and when Akaza sees Y/N, she reminded him of his past deceased wife, Koyuki. Also when Y/N rejects Akaza’s offer of becoming a demon, Akaza ends up winning the fight against Y/N and kidnaps her.

Thank you!!!!!!<333

❤️‍🩹 • ° ` — “LOVE? IS THIS?”

-> PAIRINGS: Akaza x f!Demon Slayer!Y/n -> SUMMARY: Love could sometimes go wrong. -> WORD COUNT: 1.4k+ -> CONTAINS: angst (?), stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, mentions of blood, akaza is ooc!, rengoku’s alive, violence, kissing, dead person, fighting, swearing, & akaza is 200 while reader is 27. -> A/N: HI THERE!! IM RLLY SORRY FOR NOT DOING UR REQUEST FOR SUCH A LONG PERIOD OF TIME😭😭. i saw ur request abt this again it made me feel guilty

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Running toward the sounds, voices, and clashing of swords, as you reached the mugen train, was the first thing you ever did.

You just so happened to be in the mugen train station, after all.

As you reached the distant forest, you happen to see multiple familiar faces, mainly; Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko.

The bright burning fire that lit in front of all of you only hinted you that, Rengoku was fighting a demon. Not just any demon, but one of the higher ranking ones.

You wanted to back him up, but you can’t see a hole to insert into. It all happened so fast, the fire, the clashes, all hindered your plan of saving Rengoku.

When Tanjiro pleaded you to save Rengoku, you thought of the worst thing that could happen; you’d be too late to do so.

But Rengoku was your close comrade, one that you could only consider tolerable in all of the hashiras. Rengoku was always there to comfort you, protect you, or save you wherever you were. He was like a big brother you never had.

That’s why, you’ll never allow such a thing to happen to him.

A fog covered the surroundings, one that your breathing technique had mastered, completely putting an end at the endless fight Rengoku and the demon had.

As your sword neared the demon’s neck, a bright flash hovered over your eyes, causing a great wonder in your mind. Suddenly, as your eyes dolted open, you wondered where your sword went, hoping the demon didn’t catch it.

But alas, it was in his hand. You signaled Rengoku to do something, perhaps to ambush, but he was too weak and is clutching his side already. He wanted to, but his body wanted and needed to rest.

However, Akaza’s eyes sparked and lit up when he saw your sword’s feature, perhaps because of the small snowflakes attached to the rain-guard of the sword, one that he does not usually see in other slayers, and one that is too familiar, its grip too is a royal yellow, whilst its body is none but a mesmerizing pink. It seemed to have reminded him of something, but beknownst, he is a demon after all, one who could not recollect any of his memories of the past.

But, his eyes lit up brighter, and widened bigger, when he saw your face. Ah, he remembers now, but only vaguely. The pink silk you are wearing — embroidered by beautiful snowflakes on the bottom of your kimono, having a unique hairstyle, that he can not even guess if your hair is to be presumed as long, or short. Then, a snowflake hairpin that matches just about you and your sword, and a royal yellow comb that keeps your bangs up.

Simply put — everything about you reminds him of a certain someone. I would have already flawed honesty if I were to tell you that his jaw did not drop even the slightest. Even the spectators had shocked themselves to what they have witnessed — a demon hesitating to kill someone.

Then, Akaza suddenly chuckled, his laughter echoing through the battleground, as he saw the undying determination burning in your eyes. “Ah... how would you say becoming a demon, hmm? Your efforts would not go to waste unlike this one.” You frowned at that, ready to prove him wrong, “no! All you demons are selfishly unkind, I would never be a part of your kin!”

You quit looking at his eyes, that gave away half of all the emotions he has been keeping, and looked at your sword in his grip instead. As you tried to think of all the realistic, and unrealistic ways to steal your sword from his grasp, all were put to vain as he so easily let go of your sword and threw it right in front of you. You swear you could hear him click his tongue, as he then said, “fine. Have it your way.” He beckoned you to come closer — to charge right at him, his once sinister and obnoxious smile is not found again, rather, a gentle, teasing, and playful smile had been replaced.

You would be lying if you didn’t find him handsome for a few moments there, but it is already perceived as a sin to even compliment a demon.

Lest to say, that all the damage you have dealt taking over Rengoku’s place and fighting in his stead nonstop was not from the demon, but fall damage you had impacted on yourself.

He truly was one unpredictable demon — he had his own way of thinking through things, maybe even smarter than you are — but not once, did he try advancing and taking advantage when you fall over and your guard lower when doing so.

It seems as if he is enjoying this little encounter way too much, that confusion has arisen amongst the spectators and witnesses, especially Tanjiro, Rengoku, and the others.

His soft laughter ringing in your ears was a nice melody, his gentle smile shining in front of you, and his tender hands touching you physically whenever he had the chance. But all of those were soft and gentle, making you have second thoughts if he was really the demon you were up against just minutes ago.

It had made your heart swirl, had made your stomach churn, had made you feel as if this was not a fight at all.

But, in the end, he won. You had stumbled on your ass once again, but this time, it hurt really bad for you had a hard time standing up.

But, this encounter is nearly ending, as the sun is setting. You took note of that, and felt quite a pang when you were about to kill him; or if he would run away once noticing it. But a demon slayer and a demon can never be together.

That’s why, as your role in this world, you jumped on a high tree and charged at him, having wished it would be the last, and final time, as you closed your eyes, hoping for your victory.

But no — it all happened so fast, as you felt the heat of the sun radiate toward you, a strong, muscular arm had wrapped around your waist, as the winds have lost control and slithered their cold on every single part of you.

Slowly, you opened your eyes only to see that the place you had battled on was far away, as it shrunk smaller and smaller on your vision, as you felt the winds were up against you, its strong current had made your hair fly to places, even when the royal yellow comb was still held intact on your hair. Yet, not once has something wavered.

You still felt the running, and the tight grip an arm has around your waist, you turned to look back, and see who had captured you, but Tanjiro called out suddenly, “AKAZAAA!!! You coward! Hand Y/n back to us!!!” Then, he threw his sword on Akaza’s leg, making him stumble, but he still stood up and continued to run, until you could no longer see Tanjiro, the battlefield, and your sword that is left alone, stabbed to the ground.

For some reason, you had felt dizzy, your mind swirling hazily, as your vision blurred, while letting Akaza only take you away to wherever, as darkness followed and consumed the both of you, to the dark forest.

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The hazy feeling was still around, but slowly it died out. As you slowly opened your eyes, it had caused your mind to swirl and hurt once more, but it cleared out as you see the darkness in front of you.

You slowly stood up and looked around, only to find out you were laying on a soft mattress laid down on the floor, the only light within the dark room is the flickering bulb.

As you reached out for the door, someone had already opened it — Akaza. It took you by shock, but you had already caught on that he was your captor. Although, you really didn’t expect him to look so... tired.

He had sweat amongst his forehead, dripping to his jaw, neck, and body... Ah shit, he was completely half naked.

Flustered, you turned away, “What- where did you take me?” clearing your throat, as you tried to start a topic.

“Somewhere.” Nonchalantly, he answered as he dragged you towards the soft mattress, causing you to fall on your ass, but this time, it didn’t hurt as much, as afterall, the mattress is soft enough.

“You are not to leave this room, ever.” Chills ran down your spine as he pointed and glared at you, his pale blue eyes glowing within the dark room.

But that didn’t stop you.

“What? Why not...? I-If you think I am afraid because I have no sword, then you’re dead wrong.” On a fighting stance you stood, but shivers and quivers have failed you. You were nothing more than food to him without your sword, after all.

Akaza merely chuckled, his fangs brightly present as the light rested on his face, slightly flickering.

It had feared you, but it was obvious he could not do such a thing such as to harm you.

“Are you sure? I’m impressed by your bravery, but your face gives it all away.. how cute..” He laughed more, but confusions had only filled your mind.

“You are to stay here forever, with me, because you are meant to be mine.” Akaza’s playful smile had turned into a serious frown, “you were always meant to be mine, Y/n. No matter what life this may be, but you had always been mine.”

“What... do you mean?” It had left you with nothing but a gaped mouth.

“Koyuki... I know that it is you.” Akaza smiled gently, and caressed your cheek.

Suddenly though, you slapped his hand away, “you’re crazy!”

“...Call me that, but I do not care. You are mine, you are my Koyuki.” Fear had flowed through your veins as he kept repeating the same, unknown name again and again.

“Who... the fuck is Koyuki?” You backed away, enough to prepare to defend yourself for any upcoming blow.

“My wife. My darling. You.” Akaza continued to speak in riddles, but you had probably solved it.

Ah... this demon had a wife when he was human, huh? But... how? How could he have remembered it? How could he have remembered who his wife was, or his memories of her, that led him to think you and his wife were the same person?

“I... I am not this Koyuki nor wife you think of...” You hesitated unknowingly for a bit, but Akaza cut you off, “No! You are her! I know it! You have the same hair, the same face, the same smile, the same eyes, the same voice — the same warmth that I could all remember! You can’t just tell me you aren’t her!”

God, he was desperate. A demon who had longed for a human, is it now? You stopped and remained frozen for a moment, knowing and perhaps understanding how he had felt after long, painful years of unknowing yearning.

Perhaps it was because you felt sorry for him, that he had to be taken away from his humane life, that he had turned into this frightening, man-eating demon. Or perhaps it was because of the sadness that filled his voice? The sadness that he didn’t even know he was long hiding. Or could it be because... of the tears that had wetted his cheeks, that had dripped and flowed down, that had revealed his entire and pure being?

To be honest, you felt sorry. Really sorry. Because you were too, no stranger to the emotion called sadness. You had felt it again and again, as if an unstoppable loop. Pity had filled and won over you. But he was an enemy, more so — he can kill you anytime, maybe even now.

Trust, a fragile thing to ever exist. But what has this life led to? Wasn’t it just the same as demons? Continuous killing and surviving, yet the only difference is one saves, and one harms. You only live to wake up and continue killing these demons anyway, and your seek of revenge against the demon king is merely impossible. So what difference would it make in your life to fill the heart of the human still remaining within this demon for centuries old?

Akaza had already fallen, bent down to the ground helplessly crying. Ah... perhaps he had been reminded again, of the gruesome figure he had to witness.

Pain and pity completely filled you, as you cupped his cheeks, “I will stay with you.”

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

“Wait- don’t- I promise I won’t do it anymore-! AAAAAHHH!!!” Tears and yells of horror had filled the dark room, as blood had flowed out of the now lifeless body.

“Akaza, you eat so... messy.” You looked away from the scene, as Akaza only chuckled and stood up, “I think this one’s enough to fill me up for a whole week.” licking his lips and fingers, as he walked towards you.

“A- no! Don‘t even-!” You backed away as Akaza continued to walk to you with open arms, with a playful grin in his face.

God, fuck. His slimy and sticky arms wrap around you, his hug icky but warm.

“I missed you. Where’ve you been?” His wet, sticky, bloody lips attached itself to your scalp as your face filled with terror and disgust.

“A- ew ew EW EW EW!!!” You pushed him off as his loud laughter had filled the dark room and your ears, musing over your squirming.

As the laughter died out, he wiped his hand on some cloth laying around, and grabbed your hands to help you up. “Let’s take a bath, hmm?”

~~~~~

“Akaza you big shit.” Dread filled your face as he splashed soap-filled water on your face, as he only laughed and laughed. The wooden hot tub was shaking from how much Akaza was moving too much, probably because you decided to splash some back at him.

As the laughter died out, his now clean lips had attached itself to yours, completely hovering your soft, plush ones.

It had taken you aback for a second, but you returned his soft, gentle affection. Although, you can’t help but wonder.. is this alright?

Having fun and affectionate with a demon.. no more or less the enemy of mankind, and you are a human. Would it be okay to say that you’re content and satisfied with this life than the life you had lived on before? Where you kill evil humans and feed them to him? Or the life in which you kill demons and help mankind, whether bad or good?

This was a forbidden romance, and no one can change it, not even if the world stops turning.

You pulled away from the kiss, the so little humanity in you questioned you once more, if should you really be having fun with a demon, the so very kind of those that had killed the beloveds of your comrades.

“I love you, Koyu- Y/n.” After all, he sees you as no more than the deceased wife he had always, and forever loved.

#📂 — ` akira’s works!#kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #angst #akaza #akaza kny #kny akaza #akaza demon slayer #demon slayer akaza #akaza kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba akaza #akaza x you #akaza x y/n #akaza x reader

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killerheelsonadiscodancefloor · 1 year

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seeing with new eyes | egon spengler x reader

author’s note: so hi! this is my first little story i’m posting on here, very exciting stuff! i love love love requests so feel free to hit me with them :) i’m planning on putting together more of a comprehensive list of what i write for and such, but for now, ghostbusters fanfic

warnings: purposeful lowercase, jealousy, distant egon, flirting to make someone jealous, possibly ooc (it’s the first time in writing for ghostbusters), lmk if you guys see any i missed

it had only been a few weeks that i had been working with the ghostbusters to help janine take calls and make appointments, and thus far, they were the most exciting few weeks of my life.

i could hardly remember what my day-to-day was like before i scored my job at the fire station. coming in every day at eight to help janine schedule appointments, starting the coffee brewing for the boys, making sure the proton packs were ready for the specters they would face that day. it was all a routine that flowed so well it was practically second nature.

i even fit in well with janine and the ghostbusters themselves. well, almost all of them anyway.

there was ray, with his kind eyes and bright smile, who had immediately gone out of his way to welcome me to the station. he gave me the tour, teaching me all the little tricks along the way- “if you ever have business around here later at night, that stair kinda creaks—peter hasn’t gotten around to getting it fixed yet, you know how that is,” -and always made sure to keep me in the loop regarding information that referred to before i was hired. ray was easy to joke with and fun to share a snack with on our lunch break.

then, of course, winston. he understood better than anyone else what it felt like to join the gang a little later and made sure i knew he was always available to chat with. while spending time with him i learned more of the practical parts of hunting ghouls, “just in case!” he always said. winston was also one to not sugarcoat things and had pulled me aside after my interview to kindly but seriously caution me as to what the job entailed. i cherished the time we spent walking to the local sub shop and fixing up the ecto-1 together.

peter was an unavoidable presence around the station, although not an unwelcome one. the whole flirtatious douchebag bit he had going was a lot less obnoxious once i got to know the snarky but sweet man that laid behind it. peter was truly devoted to dana and seeing them together put a smile on face; this was due in part to how nice it was to see the two in love, but also because it gave me ammunition to make fun of him with. we playfully messed with each other often, switching between several of our running jokes in the same conversation—much to the confusion of the others.

and finally. the ghostbuster that seemed none too fond of me at all: egon. i admired him greatly for all of the things he’d invented while discovering more scientific information about ghosts than anyone in the field before him. and, sure, maybe i also admired the way his hair fell into his face when he was examining a new specimen and the way his eyes lit up as he jotted new findings down into the various notebooks he had scattered about. but that’s not very relevant. at least, that’s what i try to tell myself and janine. but after my first week working here, our interactions had been extremely limited.

———

while on my tour from ray, we wandered down to the lab. “this is the spot egon frequents, so if you ever need to find him, this is the best place to look.” ray informs me in a quiet undertone. the stark contrast in the boisterous way he’d been speaking upstairs sobered me. suddenly this whole operation felt much more serious-more real, even. we continued further into the room from the staircase to find egon bent over a microscope.

“egon!” ray greets with a slap on his friend’s shoulder. “ray.” egon mumbles back distractedly. his brows furrow as he adjusts the magnification on the equipment, before moving back and shaking his head.

“hard at work figuring out the molecular breakdown of that goo?” i ask, testing a joke to gage just how professional egon truly was.

while ray smiles, egon merely stares. he seems to be at a loss for words as he considers me and before i can apologize, he rushes out, “yes, actually. we got this when peter got, well, ‘slimed,’ we’ll call it. figuring out it’s exact components could help leaps and bounds in figuring out how exactly these specters manifest and what we can do to stop the influx new york has had thrust upon it.”

“oh! so this is definitely some, uh, important ectoplasm then. i have to admit, i don’t know much on the science side of all of this. would you mind if i borrowed your notes sometime?” i asked, shifting my feet. while it was slightly painful for me to have to ask egon for help understanding, i figured, who better than the brains of the bunch? if i was going to be working here for the foreseeable future, it would be good to have a deeper understanding of the creatures i’d be (indirectly) dealing with.

again, egon hit me with that look, as though he’s never seen something like me before. after an awkwardly long beat of silence, ray nudged egon with his elbow. egon suddenly sprung back to life, quickly maneuvering himself off of his stool and to a desk on the other side of the lab. he grabbed a stapled packet of paper and arrived in front of me, offering it to me with a fully extended arm. “it’s a thesis of sorts, you can read it before i submit it to the new york times.” egon says after i take it, tucking it gingerly into my bag.

i expressed my appreciation and shook his still outstretched hand, introducing myself despite the fact that janine told me she had already told all the guys about me. egon shot me a tight smile, and sensing rather than guessing that he wanted to get back to his ectoplasm, ray moved forward to continue my tour.

three days later, i ventured down to the lab on my own to return egon’s thesis. despite his occasionally overly scientific language, the paper had been a good read. i told him as much when i handed him the papers, making my best attempt at ignoring the flutter in my heart when our fingers brushed. “you thought so? it’s good to hear, peter was saying it may be too advanced for ‘normal people,’” at this point, he did air-quotes with his fingers and i tried my hardest not to be endeared by it. “i think he was just messing with me, ray agreed with me that it was a good middle ground of being too academic and too simple.”

with a jolt, i realized his dark eyes were directed to me for my opinion. “definitely! anything that was kind of complicated, you can deduce through the context. and from what i can tell, peter is always messing with everyone, i wouldn’t take his critiques too seriously.” i reassured, a broad smile on my face as i did so. egon opened his mouth to respond when the siren blared, signaling the beginning of a new case and then end to our conversation.

“well, i’ll catch you later! maybe you can brief me on your goo findings.” i added a wink at the end, trying to get a bit more friendly with the doctor. he stumbled his way through a goodbye before leaving the lab-not seeming to realize that he had his suit down here.

———

since that day, it seemed like egon was avoiding me. i wasn’t sure what i had done wrong. maybe the way i joked about his work? but no, he’d seemed fine when i did that before. the fact that i’d read his thesis? then again, egon had been the one to offer it to me.

i took my concerns to ray, where they were promptly overheard by peter.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it, newbie. egon gets freaked about my jokes all the time and we still put up with each other!” he said bracingly, shaking my shoulders to make his point.

ray looked as though he wanted to interject, but winston called him from downstairs. he grinned apologetically and slid down the pole to see why his friend was calling him. before long, peter and i were sharing the left over lo mein on the table and discussing golden girls (a guilty pleasure of his.)

egon entered midway through this conversation without even glancing our way. he began to brew a new pot of coffee with his eyes fixed sternly on the machine. i felt a frown tug at my lips before i was able to pull myself away from analyzing this behavior and back to peter’s reasoning about how sophia was the best character. something was different though, i noted as peter scooted his chair closer to mine. my mind switched rapidly between peter’s sudden flirtatious behavior as he hooked his foot around mine to egon’s tense shoulders and white-knuckle grip on the cabinet.

“what do you think?” peter’s voice drew my eyes to him as i tried (and failed) to not notice egon in my peripheral. “about sophia.” he prompted again.

“oh, well i guess i would agree with you-” i began, before peter whooped excitedly.

“yes! i knew there was a reason i liked you!” he proclaimed, snatching my hand up and pressing a dramatic kiss to it. i raised my eyebrows at his prolonged eye contact before drawing my hand away with a chuckle.

“peter, we both know you only like me for my pretty face.” i joked. “well, it certainly doesn’t hurt.” he fired back quickly. suddenly egon snatched the whole pot of coffe, turning swiftly on his heel and closing the door harshly on his way out. “sheesh. looks like someone’s a tad jealous. you know, for egon being the scientist here, i’d sure love to study his brain. not for his supposed genius either.” peter scoffed good-naturedly.

i blinked at him in shock. “jealous? egon? no way.” i denied easily. the guy was extremely pragmatic and intelligent, i doubted he would let something so petty effect him. that and he’s completely avoided me the past couple weeks.

“watch, i’ll show you.” peter insisted. i stared at him before finally relenting with a roll of my eyes. “what’s in it for you anyway?” i asked. “well, an opportunity to bother egon, not to mention flirt with a beautiful lady-” i cut him off quickly, “goodbye peter!”

and so peter’s plan commenced. he flirted with me to apparently make egon jealous, despite the fact that i was sure egon despised me. when i told ray how ridiculous i felt this whole charade was, he agreed but chimed in with something that shook me. “although, if this is what it takes to get egon to make a move, i guess it’ll be worth it.”

i spluttered in shock. “what? it’s true! me and the other guys are sick of him being too skittish to do anything but stare at you.” ray continued as if he hasn’t just flipped my world upside down.

before i could retort, the door swung open and egon, the man of the hour, entered. ray quickly switched the topic to our shared favorite snack, cheez-itz. i stared incredulously at the choice in conversation but he gave me a look back that said ‘just go with it.’ we continued talking about cheez-itz until he left the room. “that was ridiculous.” i mumbled, putting my head down on my arms. ray patted my shoulder sympathetically, unable to reassure me because it really had been.

the following day, there was a new box of cheez-itz on my desk. i stopped a couple of feet away to examine the scene. “what’s the matter with you? you’re blocking the space.” janine said as she steered me to my desk. i silently pointed at the box.

“oh. huh.” she said, apparently also stumped. “wasn’t there yesterday.” i mumbled. she hummed as she took in the scene, before we flinched in shock as ray roughly opened the door. “(y/n)— oh, did you get more cheez-itz?” he asked reaching for the box.

“no, i guess someone… got them for me.” i concluded with a smile. ray handed them over with a shrug. “wasn’t me.” him and janine chorused. i shook my head. that much had been obvious. i sank into my chair as i tried to figure out who would gift these to me, when peter strolled in.

“venkman! what is this, some sort of courting gift?” i asked with a raised brow. “courting g—what are you talking about?” peter replied in bewilderment. i held up the cheez-itz in answer. “ah, no. not from me anyway. also you’re gonna have a visitor soon—” before he could finish speaking, egon hurriedly enters the room with winston trailing behind him.

“so there’s a party and no one invited me? real cold.” winston joked, coming to stand next to ray at my desk. before any of us could retort, egon turns to me and clears his throat.

“could i talk to you, (y/n)?” he asks, eyes shifting from me to the rest of the room.

i blinked in surprise. what was with these guys and catching me off guard today? “um, sure!” i replied, standing up so quickly that my chair rolled back. egon nodded appreciatively and walked back out into the stairwell. with a nervous glance at janine and the guys, i followed.

i shut the door behind me, finding egon standing tensely in the hallway. “are you alright?” i asked gently. he looked at me contemplatively before asking, “did you know peter is attracted to you?”

my eyebrows raised in shock. egon took this to mean no and continued. “that’s the reason he’s asked you out to dinner. he wants it to be a date.” he stared at me as he waited for my response. “oh. huh.” i said intelligently. i hadn’t been informed of this plan. i guess peter may have just started saying whatever he could to make egon jealous. i refocused when i saw egon take a deep breath in.

“do you want it to be a date?” his voice was strained. “um, i’m not sure. i guess i’d have to think about it.” i trailed off uncertainly. egon’s gaze lingered on my fidgeting hands before he burst out, “(y/n), i’d like to tell you something before you consider this date with peter. i… i have feelings for you.”

my mouth parted as i stared at him in complete shock. sure, i’d been told that egon liked me. peter had even started this whole scheme to prove it. but i never really thought it was possible. now though…

“well. this definitely changes things.” i mumbled, my mind going a thousand miles a minute. egon seemed uneasy and maybe regretful. “i-i’m sorry if i’ve ruined things—”

“you haven’t.” i replied firmly. i stepped closer and took his hand in mine. egon’s dark eyes searched mine before he slowly leaned in, bringing the hand not holding mine to rest against my collar bone and play with my hair. a smile involuntarily curled my lips up until i couldn’t contain myself anymore. swiftly, my hand caught his tie and i pulled him to me until our lips pressed together.

egon’s hand moved from mine up to my back and he pressed me closer to him, deepening the kiss with the new angle. i brought my other arm around his shoulders to keep my balance. he was a bit taller than me, and kissing him had me on my tip toes.

“does this mean we aren’t going out this weekend?” venkman’s pouty voice broke me and egon apart. his grip on my waist tightened slightly. “the jig is up peter. you can go crawling back to dana now.” i snickered. “yeah, well, sacrifices needed to be made. she’s been waiting on you two to get together longer than me.” peter replied with an overly dramatic roll of his eyes. he exited with a ‘you’re welcome!’ called over his shoulder. loud cheers erupted after he entered the room again.

“going off all the noise, i guess everyone knows we’re together now.” i hummed, turning to look back at egon. he stood with a puzzled furrow between his brows. “so all of the flirting peter’s been doing, it was all to make me jealous?” he asked. “yeah, he said there was no way you’d confess otherwise.”

at egon’s scoff, i raised an eyebrow. “well, would you have? confessed?” i inquired with a grin. his silence was answer enough. i began to giggle while egon merely shook his head and pulled me closer. “maybe venkman’s smarter than we all think.” he mumbled into my hair. i only laughed harder at this, clutching egon’s shoulders.

“so, wait—” i said, pulling away so that i could see egon. “the cheez-itz, were those you?” i asked in wonder. egon ducked his head, smiling bashfully. i gasped dramatically. “look at you being all romantic with the secret admirer stuff!”

egon moved closer once more, pressing another gentle kiss to my lips. “well, it’s not so secret anymore.” he whispered, before i pulled him in once more. at least now i knew that egon definitely didn’t dislike me.

tags! @maraudermap000

#egon spengler x reader #egon spengler one-shot #egon x reader #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters x reader

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dutifulsilence · 2 months

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ooc ; I keep saying I'd write extra about Greis, Link's BFF growing up. I'm just lazy and he's a part-time muse. Here's a bit of a run-down since Greis is fairly important to Link's past.

Greis is one year older than Link. They were 5 and 4 respectively when Greis was brought to Hateno. Like Link, his father was a knight - his mother a Gerudo.

Greis looks much more like his mother than his father - he has a fair few typical Gerudo traits; stronger physique, red hair, darker skin. His mother rejected him and left him with his father. Greis knows nothing about her, not even her name.

Link and Greis were inseparable as kids, sharing the same dream of being knights like their fathers. Though Greis was always bigger and stronger, Link easily kept up with him. The two of them studied and trained together and often spoke of heading to the training grounds together.

Link would leave first, going with his father to train in different places in Hyrule. While Link was gone, Greis left Hateno to take on his own training - mainly on Death Mountain before venturing into the Gerudo desert, thinking he might find his mother.

Greis did find her, but she continued to reject him. She would not be the one to take the fall if he turned out to be the reincarnation of Ganondorf (fun fact, he is not - he is, however, a descendant of Groose).

Greis and Link reunited when they both turned up in Castle Town, ready to sign up for the royal guard training. Their experiences had changed them, but they were still best friends and ended up bunking together in the barracks.

Greis was always the more outgoing one of them. He would get Link into a fair few shenanigans - gambling with the other boys training as knights, underage drinking, sneaking out of the training grounds to hang out in town.

It's really not that Greis is a bad influence on Link - he just has a very different personality that Link always envied.

Greis was Link's first kiss, first love, and the one to take Link's virginity. They mostly kept their relationship on the down-low, keeping it hidden. Greis never mentioned his feelings to Link, so Link never knew if Greis loved him or not.

After Link became the Princess' guard and pulled the Master Sword, Greis and Link grew distant - Greis stayed in the barracks while Link was stationed at the castle.

Greis would go on to be stationed at the Akkala Citadel, a squad leader. He lost contact with Link, but heard much about his friend's promotion to Hylian Champion.

When the Calamity struck, Greis assured his squad that Link and the Champions would hold out. He had faith in Link and encouraged the others to keep faith. They fought long and brave against the Guardians' assault on the citadel.

Greis died in the citadel, taken out by laser fire. His spirit lingered there until 100 years later, when he saw Link activate the Sheikah Tower. Seeing Link still fighting would give him enough ease of mind to move on.

#non-muse ;#greis of hateno #i was going to add him to my multimuse #but that never got off the ground #so just have a bio of him

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tiredassmage · 5 months

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Not sure if you want these as ask, or in the comments of the post, but here: 🖊️ + Leo.

Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC!

Leo's hiding quite a bit of insecurity and uncertainty underneath a fairly casual veneer - which in and of itself isn't exactly a secret to most of us ooc viewers anymore, I think, but I've been really in my feelings about what, exactly, those kind of... worries and fears are lately, so I think I'll take this opportunity to try to put some of it into words.

Just dipping a toe into Chapter Two of the class story for Seasons related objectives brought back around that the war between the Empire and the Republic isn't quite so cold and distant anymore. Things are starting to heat up, and Leo's about to spend a lot more time in warzones than he'd ever like to do again.

Part of it is definitely still nerves about what little he's managed to start to get together about his life unraveling if his family ties back to Ziost made it back up the Imperial food chain. But the other half of it is just... the trauma from having been in the fighting before. While I don't expect to dig too graphically deep into what all those issues entail, we'll pop the rest of the post under the cut and talk a little bit more about where, exactly, Leo's army-related ptsd is coming from.

A lot of it is from losing his unit - the last deployment he had before Begeren and meeting Dash easily could've killed him as well, but it did kill essentially all of the squad he'd grown used to serving with, save for a couple upper level, less frontline officers that remained to... try to reign him back in the aftermath, but we're getting a tiny bit ahead of ourselves with that.

So this is the point where it feels kinda important to establish there's nothing Leo would ever consider 'heroic' about himself. Quite frankly, he has a... less than stellar self-image that usually runs more along the lines of selfish, short-tempered, and... a bit of a general mess who doesn't really have a grasp on what he's doing with life. And he wasn't ever happy in the Imperial Army, but that doesn't mean he wasn't close enough to some of the other people he ended up serving with. Leo has a really difficult time vocalizing it, I think, but the part that troubles him the most about that deployment was that he wasn't able to do anything to save his squad. A Sith's orders aren't to be questioned - and he tried, tried to get anyone to see a little reason instead of sending them headfirst into a problem well over their heads. But none of them were exactly keen to test that Sith Lord's patience - Leo included - and... it got a lot of people killed. It very easily could have also killed him. In the grand scheme of things, he's lucky he just came out with scarring and damaged hearing that the family's money was able to treat with some cybernetics.

Leo isn't particularly good at speaking up in general, I think. For all the times he was shut down trying to reason with family, and for all that Imperial loyalty is taught to be pretty absolute without questions above your own station, I think he still tends to expect he's going to be shut down, so he doesn't even tend to reach for the language to try to talk about things until it's... kind of bubbled over and he can't really run from his feelings anymore about it. It's easier to cover hurt and doubts with a lighter sense of humor that isn't as likely to get him examined from every angle.

Of course, Dash and Liv know him better than most... And they've seen more of those uncertainties - whether he really spoke to them or not at the time. So they're a little better equipped to know what kind of buttons need pushed, so to speak, for him to start unraveling his own tongue.

He's no revolutionary though. And he's no patriot. He isn't really out here to pick sides in the war - because that's terrifying to get involved in. He knows the Empire really shouldn't be winning any sort of galactic control, but... Leo's still a little more concerned with the little picture aspects. He's barely got his own life together, so he's no model citizen. He's worried about his sister. He's worried about Dash. He's worried about this weird little hodgepodge gang that's started to attach themselves to him and his freighter like a bunch of uninvited barnacles (they're... growing on him. In the metaphorical sense and in the sense that, yes... they're starting to feel more like friends than happenstance business partners). These are the kinds of things Leo needs to prioritize for himself. If he happens into helping the Republic along the way, then so be that, so long as it doesn't involve a whole extra haul's worth of unnecessary risk to this little band of people he cares about. He's not really sure he's willing to shoulder that risk and lose any of them for 'a cause.'

And that, too, admittedly, kinda scares him. And shames him, in some measure. In his eyes, Liv holds her ideals with both hands with a steady grip. He knows him and Dash aren't perfect people, but if Leo had to pick out of the two of them who was better, it'd be Dash without hesitation.

Life's better with some feelings out in the open about him and Dash's relationship and some progress with his own crew, but there's still a fair amount of elements and ways that Leo still feels like he's sort of just managing to keep his head above water about, and that's something only to really be remedied with by time and a bit of patience - more experience on what life looks like now with these sorts of changes in play. He's got people he doesn't want to disappoint in his life again and coming back around to that makes it a bit easier to fight the more negative and anxious memories and thoughts floating around up there in that head of his.

#answered #swtor ocs #ch: leo ashold #from the bottom of my heart: he is JUST a little guy. i mean that kind of literally like.#i forget if i ever determined his height exactly but him and savosta shaking hands in that like mid five foot tall range #smth smth he is very small and he has no money so you can imagine the kind of stress he's under #[pay no mind to the fact that he found nok drayen's treasure risha handles the finances]#[bc leo would spontaneously disintegrate into dust if he had to deal with like. space taxes. that's not what he got his training in]

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ambrosiiac · 2 years

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☆ lemon sunsets

lucifer x male oc

warnings: luci is a bit ooc, oc being a bit distant? other than that, nothing of great importance.

genre: angst, fluff

summary: Paris and Lucifer are on a beach date. Yup.

FUJOSHIS DNI I BEG (minors also dni because yes)

A man was standing at the water's edge.

Paris, a small man of remarkable achievement, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the teal water with his pained heterochromatic globes. His black hair danced lightly in the ocean breeze, tickling against one cheek as he tried to deny the stirrings in his heart as he adjusted his obsidian glasses.

The sun glinted off of his khaki shoulders and a pair of loose sable jeans. His locks flowed in a dark torrent past his shoulders, complementing his empty hazel visage. An elaborate tattoo snaked its way around his visible skin, yet unable to cover the very prominent scar that stood out. He stood, awaiting his love.

It must have been fate in a mortal form that brought them together. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on him that they were meant to be. From then on, Paris was sometimes needy and close, but then suddenly cold and fearful. Lucifer tried his best to hide his pain, but it was plain in his pools. That was how it was to this very day.

Paris's many-coloured crystals spotted Lucifer further down on the beach, closer to the roaring sea. His lovely hair rippled behind him in a sable wave. His globes were turned toward the ocean, hidden from Paris's sight, but he knew and loved their angelic cherry hue. He was dressed in refined garb befitting his station. He had a toned but slender body covered with cotton candy-flushed alabaster skin. "love," he called, walking towards him.

He stood at attention. "Paris! I'm glad."

Paris shrugged and said only, "Let's go." They began their leisurely walk along the ocean's edge.

Paris never said much on their dates, and never showed much emotion. It was just how he was. He thought that by now Lucifer might be used to it, so it surprised him when he turned around on him and insisted, "Darling... do you truly enjoy these dates?"

Caught off guard, he took a moment to simply stare at Lucifer and his gentle windows to his soul filled with crimson worry. In measured tones, Paris replied, "I go with you on them. Don't I?"

That answer seemed to chill Lucifer. He furrowed his eyebrows and murmured, "But..." and could say nothing else, letting that word hang there until Paris started to walk again, and Lucifer followed his lead and walked beside him. After a few moments, Lucifer said quietly, "I enjoy them. Yet, if you don't, I don't want to force you."

"I'm fine," Paris said firmly. Yet in truth, he was far from fine. He was always reliving that day. It haunted him deep down, filled his lungs with baleful touches of humour, and tormented him in the night until he woke to the silent dark. His only solace was that Lucifer did not yet know -- and that being so, he would continue to pretend that he was not broken.

"If you say so," Lucifer relented. Lucifer laid a firm hand on Paris's arm and Paris let it stay there, warm and comforting to the pain in his soul.

After a few moments, they found themselves walking down the beach again. Endlessly, Paris was haunted by his worst memory -- but he resolved to battle it alone, as he had all his life. Lucifer could not know. No one could. It was his burden alone to bear.

All the same, Lucifer seemed to notice. He looked at Paris cautiously for a moment before murmuring, "Paris? Is... something wrong?"

"Lucifer... it's..."

And at that moment everything came together, all of the magic and the hurt that had been building that day, and he locked his orbs with his and whispered, "You can tell me."

It was like a floodgate burst, or some barrier of fear had been struck down. Paris shook his head and everything came out at once. "I... I keep remembering it... That day. Lucifer, I can't help myself! I don't want to think about it... it burns. But even when I sleep, it comes back to me in my dreams. I can't forget, not for a moment... Not a moment's peace."

Lucifer listened silently and solemnly. At last, when all the words had left Paris and he was at a loss for words, Lucifer reached out to him and took a deep breath to whisper back, "Paris... I... I know what it's like, to live with your worst memory... but... I'm sorry, Paris. I wish... I wish I could help." Paris's eyes began to burn, and he abruptly pulled Lucifer into a fierce embrace. Lucifer's windows to his soul widened at first, but then he too felt overwhelmed by emotion and succumbed to the warmth of Paris's touch.

"You," Paris whispered, his breath hot on Lucifer's ear. "As long as you're here, I... I can make it." They held each other as tears trickled down cheeks and dripped onto the shifting sands to be carried away into the sea. With time and soothing embraces, their pain dissipated into a mist swept out by the ocean breeze and into the setting sun.

They basked in each other's quiet companionship for a few moments.

The sunset is so beautiful, isn't it?"

Paris lifted his head at Lucifer's words to behold the dying sun's French vermillion radiance. "Mm."

After a moment of silence, Lucifer took Paris's hands in his and said quietly and thoughtfully, "Paris... I need to tell you how much you mean to me. How special you are to me. Without you, I would be the sea without the moon -- the moon without the sun -- You are irreplaceable to me."

"Lucifer," he intoned in response. "I'm... I'm not that special."

"You are," Lucifer insisted, sounding almost hurt. "I'm not lying."

"I don't mean to say you're lying. Just that... never mind. Lucifer... you're... precious to me as well."

"Darling... Let's be together forever, then." Lucifer squeezed Paris's hand and sidled closer.

Paris sighed with contentment and brought Lucifer closer. He gazed at the beautiful lemon-coloured rays of the falling sun, thinking about everything that had transpired on this day and all that would pass between them.

"You'll hurt your eyes doing that," Lucifer whispered.

Paris looked at him instead. "I love you, Lucifer."

"I love you too, Paris."

Their lips met, and opaline strands met sable ones, aflame in the dying light. The sand was their witness, the rumbling ocean their approving audience, and Lucifer, his eternally faithful lover. Paris thought to himself that nothing had ever been so perfect for him like this.

why did this take so long to do- also i forgot if lucifer’s eyes were red or black so pls forgive :’)

might start writing reader insert stuff soon. yay!

#obey me x male mc #obey me male mc #obey me x mc #obey me!#obey me x male oc #obey me x oc #obey me angst #obey me fluff

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thequeendomhq · 1 month

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Journey To The Queendom

Helskorn Bastion, watcher of the Veiled Sea and gateway to Iskaldrik, has kept a vigil over the churning tides of the unchartered waters for over a thousand years. Built at the height of the First Age, the braziers atop the Iskaran watchtowers, once lit, could be seen by the next watchtower in the distance. This way, it’d take only a few short hours for the High King to know when invaders descended upon their shores. The Iskarans were once raiders, warriors that earned their salt by traveling on longboats to the fertile lands of the South, returning to the cold dominion of their Kingdom with the fruits of their labors. In time, Iskaldrik found the worth of their mines and left behind their raiding system for one meant to cultivate relationships with other nations: trade of their precious stones, metals, and coveted ironwood. Iskaran metals are highly valued, but their practices are not. Since the Dark Age, any magic has been outlawed in Iskaldrik, and those who work the mines are those who have been caught performing it. Helskorn Bastion, watcher of the Veiled Sea and gateway to Iskaldrik, has kept a vigil over the churning tides of the unchartered waters for over a thousand years. Since the First Age, it stood as the guardian of the Iskaran Southlands. From the nearby settlement of Hrafntun, their tower vigil saw a flicker from the distant coast followed by nothing. A trick of the light? Anyone could taste the acrid presence of magic; it permeated the air. Still, even for a witcher who happened to be passing through, it was stronger than anything they’d ever encountered before. Within the hour, Hrafntun had fallen, but not before their watchtower went up. Soon, all of the Southlands knew that Iskaldrik was under attack. Then, the Coast was alight with vigilant flames as the warriors of Runestone Keep charged to meet the invaders in the fields below and prepared to fight in martial combat against whatever swords, spears, arrows, or mana were thrown their way. Witchers at the head, ready for the charge, were met with something else entirely. More fearsome than the Blighted tales of old and far more daunting than any darkspawn, orc, witch, or wolf. Could mountains fly? The people would ask that as the fog parted and razor-sharp peaks blotted out the moon and the stars themselves. Raiders of the sky on crystalline vessels buzzed through the air; magic and weapons of mana rained down upon the people below. Hrafntun was gone, and Runestone Keep followed as ethereal flames so bright that those who stared at them for too long went blind fell upon the coast. The fire of Heimdall’s Watchtower changed color before the invaders destroyed it entirely, signaling one thing to the people of Iskaldrik; run. Across the countryside, homes were met with a mythical blaze, powers so potent that while the witchers could match it, they were still vastly outnumbered and overwhelmed. Their duty was to their King, so at the signal, those stationed across the Kingdom retreated to the safety of Yggdrasildal’s walls alongside the people of Iskaldrik, who were now forced to flee their homes. Yggdrasildal, a sanctuary of the strongest stone, a relic, and a castle from the Age of Enlightenment, it had resisted the flames of an Old God in the Dark Age; now it stood against the might of a lost empire of magi, Aetheron. Through hidden channels, the witchers led the refugees towards hidden catacombs beneath the city, channels that wound through the deepest depths of the mountains. For a fortnight, they traveled without the light of the sun, with nothing but the ethereal glow of the stones to guide their way until, at last, they emerged on the Northern side of Ymir’s Spine, in Hrimthur’s Wastelands and Nornwatch Tower, the last bastion of Iskaldrik’s Legion of the Dead.

An ode to the Legion of the Dead: "To the wisest I sang. To the wing'd cup-bearers of the tall sky-vaulting..."

ooc info

The Kingdom of Iskaldrik was attacked by the Lost Empire of Aetheron, a magocratic society that disappeared over three thousand years ago.

Over the last two weeks, refugees have begun to pile into Nornwatch Tower along the northern edge of Iskaldrik.

Nornwatch Tower is the last bastion for the Legion of the Dead, an assembly of soldiers from across Taravell who are sworn to protect the realm against The Blight.

At present, there is a ceasefire at Ardentgate between Lysara and Astoria.

Our journey will begin with the refugees heading on the next leg of the trek towards the neighboring Queendom of Lysara, where they hope to find sanctuary and asylum.

#TQH: Troupe 1 - Nornwatch Tower

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ingo-warden · 1 year

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Hello. I am Warden Ingo.

It seems that I have departed from Hisui, though I am not entirely sure how. I am unsure of where I am. The technology seems to match that of my memories from a distant time.

I am searching for my home station, and a man who looks like me but is dressed in white.

I am very forgetful. I space out often. My apologies.

I am only able to remember fragments of my past. If you are able to help me reach my destination it would be greatly appreciated.

(Ooc: Rp blog for Ingo! I made both the banner and the avatar. That's all I have to say for now. Feel free to interact, whether jokingly/seriously/or doing lore all are good)

#pokemon irl #pokemon rp

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becomeshield · 3 years

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if you had shown first year jaune himself now i don’t think he would have believed he was capable of it. leading a team into a literal hellscape to try and save one of their own....

the fact he believes they were going to save oscar and get out with all of his heart comes from the fact he couldn’t save pyrrha, no doubt. he vowed, ever since, that he would never let one of their own fall again if he could do something about it. he takes it personally, he believes it so much because he can’t fail. if they did, they’d lose oscar, and it just wasn’t an option.

i don’t think jaune is completely fearless, but i just think that his drive and desire to save everyone overpowers everything else. you can’t tell me they all weren’t terrified of salem when they faced her, but finding oscar? that was never not an option.

#DISTANT STATIONS ;; ( ooc )#TBD.#he's come so far #that's basically what i'm getting at #if you couldn't tell #i'm so proud #ppl still hating on jaune #no doubt can't let go of that #'stole screen time' thing from v 2 #and i just can't relate #V8 spoilers #spoilers

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sapphicsmaximoff · 2 years

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about time - maddy perez

pairing: maddy perez x fem!reader, past!jules vaughn x reader

a/n: maddy is maybe ooc🤷🏽‍♀️ honestly with her seeming more vulnerable in some scenes i’d say it isn’t, but formulate ur own opinion

It was a New Year, so you wanted to celebrate.

The smell of weed, and watching people drink made you want to throw up. It wasn’t because you hated it, but because you just felt sick. The sugary drinks were much more satisfying than the thoughts of drinking bitter beer.

You sat on the large couch, drinking some juice when you spotted her. Maddy walks in with Kat and Jules. She seemed excited for the festivities and ready to party. Her eyes spotted you, and they darkened.

She whispered something in Kat’s ear, never taking her eyes off of you. “I’ll be right back!” Kat nods, walking away with Jules to look for Ethan.

You straighten up when you see her walk towards you. You stand up on your feet, adjusting your hoodie. “I thought you hated parties!” She says as she approaches. “I do, but uh...I just wanted to say happy new year, I’m probably gonna go home, it’s really loud.” Maddy’s eyebrows raise as you ramble.

“Why? You said you were waiting for me, so wait.” You eyebrows furrowed. “What? I-I just wanted to-“ Before you can continue, she grabs your hand, pulling you towards the kitchen space.

When you enter a small space where no one is standing, you watches as she grabs a pair of cups. She pours brown liquor into both cups, and your eyes widen at how much she pours in the one she eventually hands to you.

“Loosen up!” She hits your cup with hers, and you don’t move, watching her guzzle hers with ease. “I don’t drink, Maddy.” She rolls her eyes, putting her hands on your shoulders. “If you drink it, I will let you dance with me tonight.” You stop your thoughts, wondering if Maddy was serious. She looked very serious.

Maddy knew about your crush on her, but you didn’t know she did. This worked to her advantage in a way, because you would do anything for her. This led you to sigh, tossing back the cup, and swallowing most of the drink. “YES! Alright, come on.” She grabs your hand once more, taking you to the living room where everyone had been dancing.

You couldn’t tell what song was on, but you’d begun to relax. Maddy started to dance on you, and you on her. Maybe all it took was a drink to loosen you up. After what seemed like 15 minutes of you both grinding on one another, she turned around to face you. “I have to pee, I’ll be right back, okay?” You nod, watching her go.

Your eyes follow her body as she sways away. You jump as you feel a pair of hands on your shoulder. “Can you guys fuck so you can stop being miserable?” You smirk at the voice as Jules lays her head on your shoulder.

“Step one? Run over Nate Jacobs with my Impala.” Jules smiles, turning you around into a hug. “That is a solid plan.” She mutters into your shoulder. “Happy new year, Jules.”

“Happy new year.” A small cough takes you guys out of the comfortable silence in this much quieter spot. “Are you guys-“ Kat motions between you, and you chuckle. “Oh, no. That’s-Jules chose Rue, right?” Jules’ eyes widen as she nods along.

“She dumped her and left her at the train station.” Kat says bluntly, and Jules sighs. “Oh? I thought you just disappeared. You can be really dramatic when you want to be.”

“Wow, thank you, Y/N.” After a few seconds of waiting, you’d seen Maddy hadn’t come back yet. “Hey, I’ll be back in a sec.” You softly pat Jules’ shoulder before walking over to the only bathroom you’d seen downstairs.

As you walked towards the narrow hall, your face scrunches as Nate Jacobs storms down the hallway, glare distant as he squeezes past you. You stop in your tracks, watching him walk towards where McKay stood, and back to the restroom.

A young man stood by the door, a blunt in his hand. “Hey, are you tryna use the bathroom?” You ask to which he nods. “Yeah, man.” You nod, standing on the opposite wall. “You know there’s like…three bathrooms upstairs, right?” The guy hums.

“I know, but the girl in the restroom is hot, and I kinda wanna kiss her now.” You chuckle. “Same. Y/N.” You hold your hand, and he shakes it. “Travis.”

“You mind if I cut?”

“Nah, man, do you.”

You step up to the door, knocking on the door. “Hold on, give me a second! Jesus.” The door opens, and Maddy seems taken aback as she looks between you and Travis. She sees your awkward smile, before dragging you in, and shutting the door behind you.

“God, I thought you were hot before…” Your eyes widen. “What?”

“Ignore me, I drank before I got here. You just look really good tonight.”

“Thanks?” Maddy pops herself up onto the sink counter, eyeing you as if she WANTED to seduce you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“You keep looking at my lips like you wanna kiss me.” You hadn’t thought she noticed your eyes lingering. “I-I don’t, I think I’m already tipsy.” Maddy smirks, biting her lip as you nervously shift on your feet. “Are you like…in love with me or something?” You gulp nervously.

You wanted to retort, until a buzz from behind the bathtub tarp averts your attention. Opening it, you notice a blonde girl passed out in the tub. “Uh…I think someone passed out in here.” You look back at Maddy, who rolls her eyes as she jumps from the counter.

“Who cares, I wanna dance.” She opens the door. “Uh…” She grabs your hand, pulling you out with her.

She dragged you back down the hallway, and onto the dance floor, eyeing Nate as she walked by. You knew this was to make him jealous, which was sad, but at least you were helping Maddy? You had to think that way otherwise you’d throw up.

Eventually Maddy leaves you to talk to Cassie, who had a weirdly similar dress to the girl in the restroom. The raven haired girl dragged Cassie over, and the blonde smiles at the sight. “Hey, Y/N.” You give her a tight lipped smile and nod. “Hi, Cass.”

The rest of the night is fine, everyone cheers happy new year as the time dwindles. You stood near the small bar, glaring at the back on Nate’s head as he drank. He turns around, looking at you.

“What’s up, Y/N?” You give him a feigned smile, before looking down at your cup. “I thought you were uh…” He looks down at your drink. “Straight edge.” He chuckles. “If you mean abstinence? Yes.”

“Weren’t you like…addicted to Ibuprofen.” You shake your head. “No.” You’re thankfully saved when Fez approaches. You tune out their small conversation until Nate speaks again. “Last time I saw you, didn’t you want to kill me?” Nate smiles darkly. “It’s a new year, playboy.” The two we’re about to clink cups, when Fez bashes Nate in the head with a bottle of alcohol, before beating the shot out of him.

Cassie and Mckay were attempting to get him off, and failing for the most part. When Fez finally relents, you let a small chuckle. “Happy new years to me.” Everyone looks to check up on him, and you walk around to help. “We can take my car to the hospital.” You suggest. “It’s alright, Y/NN, I got it.” McKay responds to you.

You look over to Maddy. “I’ll call you later?” Maddy nods as they carry his body to Mckay’s car.

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You’d forgotten to call before you knocked out, so when Maddy had called for the 24th time, you finally woke up.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I fell asleep, I’m sorry.” There was a silence on the other side of the line. “Maddy?”

“Can I come over?”

“Yeah, totally. My mom’s not here, so I could wait for you?”

“…Ok.” she hangs up the phone, leaving you confused. You carefully tread downstairs, waiting for a knock that eventually comes. You open the door to Maddy still in her clothes from the party. Her eyes are red, but her makeup isn’t smudged.

“I’m sorry I came so early in the morning.” She sounded genuine and little. “No, no, you’re fine, Maddy.” You let her in, and she walk towards your kitchen, sitting in a stool. “You want anything?” She nods. “Juice?” She nods again as you go through the fridge.

“Can I ask you something?” You hum. “Do you think I deserve better than Nate?” You abruptly stop, hitting your head on the fridge ceiling. You turn to Maddy with a look of disbelief.

“You can’t be serious, Maddy.”

“I’m not a good person.”

“No one is.”

“You are.” You place the jug of orange juice on the counter, staring at her as if she had had three heads. “You’re always good to me. I never return it.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I love you, Y/N. Like I love Nate.”

“That wasn’t love it was blind devotion. He puts his hands on you.” She assumed you hadn’t heard what she said. “I love you, Y/N.” In your head, you assumed that she has first said it in some kind of friendly way, but now you were convinced it wasn’t.

“The last tender moment I had…was when…you remember when Nate kicked out me out of his car, and you took me to the diner and we just ate, and drank milkshakes. It felt cheesy, but I loved it.” You were now smiling as she stood. “I know you like me, but I like you too, love you too.” You can’t resist it as you move around the kitchen island, and slam your lips together.

Maddy backs away for breath. “About fuckin’ time.”

#maddy perez x reader #maddy perez x you #maddy perez x y/n #maddy perez #euphoria #euphoria x fem!reader #jules vaughn #jules vaughn x reader #alexa demie #hunter schafer

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orionhere · 2 years

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Road Trip!

Just for fun! A random prompt that I found on Twitter lmao, and I thought, 'let's try it with the pgr's boys'

And also to distract me from my never-ending works

First, I'm not good at writing and English is not my primary language. And also you may find some character seems ooc, so forgive me! 😖 I just wanna having fun lol

Watanabe

The one who drive no questions

But sometimes he will switch with Chrome to rest a bit

Yells at others to use the seatbelt multiple times

But got ignored all the time

Doesn't really get road rage; at the most he will just clicked his tongue and will pass the cars that are going "too slow" for his liking

Will put his coat on you when you fell asleep

Won't let anyone beside Chrome to switch with him, the reason?

Kamui: the last time he did it, they almost crash the roadblock because he got distracted by a wild deer

Lee: you know it

Camu: *distant yelling and Deja Vu playing in the background*

Banji: he will definitely fall asleep in the middle of his turns

He snores during his rest, but if anyone pointed that out, he will deny it

Until Camu give him the recording

After that Watanabe refuses to sleep even when you begging him to take some rest

Eating mint gum every 10 minutes

"Watanabe, how many gums do you have with you?"

"Enough until this trip is over."

"But our trip is 2 weeks long?"

"Exactly"

Sigh a lot during the journey

He almost regret everything now

Save him please

Chrome

Claiming shotgun (so he can switch with Watanabe easily)

The one in charge with the snacks ,(Yes, I'm looking at you, Camu)

The only level-headed person in the van

In charge with the radio station

Will straight up choosing a classical music station (if there's one, idk)

Slap Kamui's hand when he tried to change the station to a more lively one "Kamui stop-"

A softie for you

If you ask for more snacks, he will reluctantly give you more

Will pointed some wild animals he spots and secretly took photos and send them to his father

Light sleeper. Even when you stare at him, he will suddenly be very awake.

One time Kamui tried pulling a prank by doodling on his sleeping face

Chrome suddenly jerk awake and scared the hell out of Kamui

Will keep an eye for everyone, especially Kamui & Camu

"Kamui, be careful! Don't stick your body out of the window!"

"Camu stop encouraging him!

"DON'T GO THROWING YOUR TRASH OUTSIDE!!!"

Save him please #2

Kamui

Sit in the middle row with Lee and you inbetween to separate them

You think his normal voice is already too loud? Wait until he starts bickering with Lee about ANYTHING

Bless your ears

Telling Watanabe or Chrome to stop for a while so he can pet some wild animals they found on the way

"Kamui, that's a bear-"

"So what? It looks like it need a hug-

"STOP! It will attack you!"

"Let him be. One less passenger, the better."

Will post a selfie or short videos and posting it on his social media

When you fall asleep, he strangely didn't speak at all. He instead made a shushing gesture whenever someone ask him something

Snoring so loud you need to borrow one of Banji's noise cancelers.

Lee tried to stuff his mouth with a cloth to muffle his loud snoring

Pull out his gaming console when he's bored. He brings two of his consoles so he can play together with you, making Lee lowkey jealous annoyed

Lee

Backseat driver just because he will told Watanabe or Chrome that they're going to the wrong way

Will bicker with Kamui

Probably trying to show off to Kamui (mainly YOU) by stating random facts about the landscape from wikipedia

If Kamui finds out he's just trying to impress you, he will deny it with pink cheeks and stop talking

Liked to open the window, until a bug flying in and he nearly screamed

Will compete with mama chrome to remind you to drink water (gotta stay hydrated, people)

"Here's water."

"Lee, Chrome just gave me some earlier…"

"It was long ago. Stay hydrated, it's pretty hot out there."

"IT WAS 5 MINUTES AGO!"

If Camu annoys him, he will throw the plastic bottle to the back

Also a light sleeper. But not as bad as Chrome though. He will just grumbled or mumbling when you're whispering with anyone

A grumpy boy when someone wake him

Camu

Lost at the rock paper scissors with Kamui & Lee so he abandoned on the back with Banji

Doesn't use the seatbelt even after Watanabe screamed at him

He's a rebellious man, leave him be Watanabe

Will annoyed the hell out of Lee and Kamui (like blowing their ears or purposely using his earphones with maximum volume near them)

Leaned forward so he can chat with you

He and Banji sometimes forgotten there when either Lee and Kamui forget (read: purposely) to lifts the seats

Steal Kamui's snacks

When he get bored, he will put his headset and listen to some hard rock songs

If Lee annoys him, he will put the headset near Lee's head and turn the volume to max

Heavy sleeper, like, even when there's storm and lightning outside, he won't even twitch

He has his own snacks that he bought at gas station without Chrome noticing

Got along with Banji really well (mainly because Banji sleep all the time and gave him one of his comfy pillow & blanket)

Banji

This mf sleep all the way

Put the headset, use his eye mask, and no one can disturb him

Even when he hits his head during the bumpy road

He choose the back seat so he can sleep peacefully

The only time he awake is when he need to use the bathroom

But sometimes at terrible timing

"Hey, are we near the rest area yet?"

"What? No-"

"I need to use the bathroom"

"BUT WE JUST LEAVE THE LAST REST AREA 10 MINUTES AGO!"

His and Camu's seat is full of comfy cushion, blanket, and snacks that Camu steals from Kamui

"Why'd you bring so many pillows?"

"Just in case of emergency"

"?????"

Strangely, he has everything that you'd need during the trip

Need a tissue? Here you go. Had motion sickness? Here some medicine. Want some gummies? He will sneaked a pack without Chrome noticing

Also doesn't use the seatbelt

He sometimes kick the middle seat when Kamui is too noisy

Once Watanabe saw a pair of leg from the back seat and he yelled at Banji to sit properly

Will use Camu's lap as a pillow without hesitation

#pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr chrome #pgr kamui #pgr lee #pgr banji #pgr watanabe #pgr camu #punishing: gray raven

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nomazee · 4 years

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scatterbrain

bokuto koutarou x reader

word count: 2200+

content: fluff, friends-to-lovers, pining bokuto, ooc bokuto.

(i’m in such a bokuto mood rn so i wrote this!! i did NOT expect this to get this long but oops!!

bokuto is probably,,,VERY ooc in this but this is really just self-indulgent fluff!! hope you enjoy! <3)

(also!!! quick reminder!! my requests are open!! my request rules can be found linked in my navigation which is my pinned post!! feel free to request <3)

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contrary to popular belief, bokuto thinks. he thinks a lot. granted, a lot of his thoughts are devoid of any deep meaning, like the possibility of taming a wild owl and keeping it as a pet, or the question of whether he should get two or three meat buns after practice.

bokuto thinks a lot. he knows this. his mind gets very cluttered sometimes with various random topics. that’s why when his mind started becoming a cohesive conversation of one solid topic, something was wrong. very wrong.

he started thinking about you. a lot.

when he first realized it, he figured he should look into it--find out what caused him to have his mind flooded with thoughts of you, your smile, your eyes, your hair, your hands, your voice and nose and lips--

then he realized that he already knew very well why he thought of you so often.

almost comically, he smiled to himself and thought, “well, i guess that’s that!” and resolved to never approach the subject again. confident as he could be on the court, bokuto was sure that if he ever tried to take action about his feelings, the result was sure to be disastrous. it was best to stay away from any fantasies of his.

that was hard to do, though, when you seemed to occupy both his thoughts and his day-to-day life.

you were in the same class--that was just his luck--and while you weren’t an official manager you had a tendency to stop by practice and watch the boys play while chatting with yukie and kaori until it was time to go home.

(he also often walked you to the train stop. fate really made the stars align when he didn't want them to align.)

though, he had to owe it to fate for allowing your seats to be on separate sides of class. at the very least, he had that relief from the constant pressure he applied on himself absentmindedly whenever he was in your presence.

during lunch, bokuto sped out of the classroom door and in a direction away from the cafeteria. you seemed to notice this quite quickly and darted to chase after him.

bokuto felt a warm, firm hand on his shoulder and the distant scent of peppermint. he cursed himself for not walking fast enough and wondered if he could jump up with enough fervor to break through the ceiling.

“hey,” you were smiling at him as you sidled up next to him. he was thankful he had your real expression right in front of him--the gentle image in his mind was fading by the minute and he appreciated the refresher. “where’re you going? i thought we were still eating lunch together?”

right. lunch. eating. food. the empty feeling in bokuto’s stomach reminded him of the fact he’d skipped breakfast after thinking so hard about his feelings and what to do with them that too much time slipped away to let him eat something properly.

“oh, yeah!” he forced a smile--”forced” wasn’t really the right term though, because with you everything flowed so naturally and so easily that he never had to force himself to do something.

“i was actually planning on practicing a bit instead of going to the cafeteria.” your expression fell the slightest bit and he scolded himself internally for being the cause of even the mildest discomfort of yours. “i’m really sorry for not telling you! really sorry! i should’ve texted you or something. i’m sorry! but i’ll make it up to you if--”

“bo!” your lightened expression was back and he, cheesily, melted at the sight. “it’s fine! i’m not angry at you. well, at least not for that. i’m just worried that you’re not eating lunch.”

uh oh. his stomach didn’t feel that great. it felt like there were a bunch of wild, frantic insects in there that pushed and pulled at the tissue in an attempt to get out. he thought he needed to vomit.

it was nice that you were worrying about him. you did that a lot. the reminder only made him feel lightheaded and briefly convinced that maybe it wasn’t a crush and actually just a really bad, persistent stomach flu that only flared up in the presence of the girl of his dreams.

he spoke through a smile that he hadn’t even noticed appeared on his face so brightly. “it’s really sweet that you’re worried.” his words were hazy and lovestruck. midway through the interaction he stopped putting so much effort in hiding his adoration for you. he figured maybe you’d appreciate it one way or another, even if it was just to make fun of him in your head. “but i’m fine! no worries! i’ll make sure to eat when i get home, promise.”

you gave him a nod, “promise,” and a quick wave and then you were off to the cafeteria. to eat lunch. would you be alone? when you both ate lunch together you didn’t really hang out with anyone else--as much as bokuto’s teammates offered to let you sit at their table, you were both perfectly content with just sitting in the presence of each other, alone.

dreamily, his grin persisted on his face and his eyes grew glittery and unfocused before his lips dropped at another realization.

you’d be alone. would you feel lonely? would you be mad at him for making you feel that way?

he made it to the gym already by the time he realized that. maybe this time alone would let him settle his fluttering heart and compose himself so he could be conditioned to tolerate your presence more often without drifting away into a bunch of domestic daydreams.

a sick feeling in his stomach persisted all through his spiking practice. it was less pleasant than before. his body temperature grew both from unease and the physical exertion caused by extra practice.

maybe he really was sick. in one way or another.

---

you showed up to the gym fifteen minutes into bokuto’s practice. the boys were still slowly getting ready, so you took the time to approach bokuto and hand him a small and weighty paper bag.

“meat buns,” you told him, extending the package in his directions. “it’s not good to skip meals just to practice. you still have to eat!” despite the scolding tone, your face remained playful and taut in a smile. bokuto wondered if your cheeks every became sore from grinning all the time. as much as he didn’t want you in pain, he was willing to give you all the face massages you wanted as long as it kept you smiling at him so often. did face massages exist? were they a thing? he’d study the art of massage for you and develop a technique, whatever was necessary.

“y… yeah…!” he responded dumbly. his was certain his face was unhealthily red as his body instinctively moved to wrap you in his arms.

hugs were typical between you two. it wouldn’t be weird, right? oh well. too late to think about it, since you were already embraced in the warmth of his arms.

“are you alright?” your voice came out muffled and gentle from the depths of his embrace and his heart fluttered at the way your voice rumbled through his chest. “you feel kinda warm.”

he was warm? he thought you were way warmer than him. though maybe he meant that in a less physical sense. he couldn’t tell the difference anymore--not with you.

“yeah, just kind of tired.” before he could ridicule himself at the fact that tired had no correlation to having a full-body flush, he continued to reassure you, “but i’m fine! i’ll make sure to take care of myself.”

he felt your smile appear against the fabric of his shirt and wondered if it was weird that he was willing to die in that position.

after a moment of relaxing in each other’s grasps (and ignoring the distant gossip of his teammates), bokuto pulled back with a grin, a nod, and the longing to press a kiss against your forehead.

practice was good. it felt easier than it had been last week, though he probably owed that to the visit you paid him in the afternoon. he came to the conclusion that running from you just to “figure out his feelings” was stupid. he knew what he felt. he didn’t have a single clue what to do about it specifically, but thought that was fine. it felt good to be around you--he’d be stupid to let opportunities to spend time with you pass him by.

---

apparently you sat with akaashi the day before, when bokuto was away from the cafeteria during lunch. he figured that out when he went to sit at your usual table only to find you accompanied by his setter.

“bo! hey!” you greeted, pausing the ongoing conversation with akaashi. “i forgot to tell you, but akaashi’s sitting with us today. he sat with me yesterday so i just figured the three of us could start eating lunch together.”

bokuto didn’t really think much of it. if anything, he was thankful that akaashi had kept you company and alleviated the ace of some of his lingering guilt from the day before.

he had no qualms with having the duo become a trio for the period, and found himself enjoying the conversation floating between all of you.

well. sort of. he didn’t really get to talk much with how exuberant you seemed to be with akaashi. it was nice to see you so happy and active with his friend, and the sight of your smile was enough to distract him from the unpleasant simmering of his stomach acid.

for the most part. he had to excuse himself to the bathroom in the middle of class to splash cold water on his face and try to subdue the uncomfortable heat that was certainly not reminiscent of his previous warming adoration for you.

despite how many times he urged you to go home early, you assured bokuto that you were fine with staying for his practice the whole time, ending your defense with a, “i really wanted to walk with you today!” and a smile that made him fall into your unintentional trap.

true to your word, you walked to the train station with bokuto, boarding the same train. conversation was light and typical, but his leg kept bouncing and heart urged for him to say something before everything imploded under the pressure of his emotions.

“are you dating akaashi?” great going, bokuto thought, the most discreet, subtle thing i could’ve possibly asked.

you blinked, and turned your gaze from your phone screen to him. you huffed out a lighthearted laugh and nudged your elbow into his ribs playfully. “of course not. we only really started talking yesterday. i wouldn’t date someone i barely know.”

bokuto’s mind went on overdrive, the news coming as a deep relief for him and making him ignore the blaring reminders of potential consequences that flashed bright and red in his head. his mouth spilled words before he could logically think of what to say and figured letting his heart guide, as always, wouldn’t be a terrible choice.

“so you’d date someone you do know? a lot? like a friend?”

once again, his words weren’t discreet in the slightest, but he had tunnel vision pointed in your direction, covering you in a sheer golden light like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment--because you were. no need for detailed thought processes or pros and cons lists that he’d briefly considered making (“that’s what professionals do, right?”).

your smile persisted, and he took that as a good enough sign to continue with his mindless stammering.

though your voice interrupted his next outward train of thought, and he listened with the focus of a child watching a television screen.

“what about this saturday? at noon? at that sweet little cafe near my house?”

bokuto blinked. processed your words with an intensity unmatched, even compared to those times he had to write those stupid DBQs and analyze sources that were way too complicated for him to handle very well.

you words were much easier for him to understand than college-level essays. much lighter, much sweeter, like agave syrup and orange zest.

“yeah. this saturday. that’s… great.”

bokuto wondered if it was possible to develop sudden onset asthma as you slid closer to his form, side pressed up against his in a way that felt much more meaningful than any casual touches from before. he lost his breath--felt like he dropped it--as you gave him a smile and let your hand casually fall against his.

(he walked you all the way home, which he didn’t usually do, but today wasn’t really usual. you asked if you could kiss him, and in a fit of overwhelming emotions he blurted out “i thought i was supposed to do that?!” only for his words to be muffled by your lips on his. bokuto’s mind went silent for the first time in a long time, only filled with a gentle buzz and glimmering stars that made him feel warm and dizzy.)

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Going Under Part Three

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: 13th Doctor x Reader

Summary: An accident during a routine adventure made your life spiraled out of control with only the Doctor as the anchor. Will you ever find your way back to your Doctor again?

Trigger Warning: ooc, angst, plot holes as usual, attempted suicide, dark!doctor, death, insanity, etc. You have been warned.

More warning: English is not my first language so beware of the headache you will receive upon reading this.

A/N: I got a few encouraging comments from the last two part of this stories and I am so very grateful. Thank you, guys! It kinda inspired me to write for part three but unfortunately I still couldn't wrap it up. I can't make any promise for part four. I am really worry that part three will be the part where you guys decided it is bad writing and not worth reading after all. Even so, please be sure to drop comments etc if you like this maybe?

I opened my eyes and found myself in...well, not the Tardis. Where am I? I took around at my surrounding. Some broadcast station...in space?

I heard voices on the distant and I decided to go see it. With my luck so far, it will probably direct me to the Doctor. But to my surprise, it was Jack Harkness. He was standing surrounded by people and he was talking about the Daleks coming for them. He asked for volunteers to help him to fight off the Daleks. Some of the people doesn't seem to believe him but there were some who did and actually brave enough to agree to make a stand.

"Where do I sign-up?" I asked without thinking. Part of me grimaced at the stupid albeit cool line I said. Distinctly, I wonder if I still have a death wish. Maybe I am.

Jack look surprised to see me and then he grinned. "Well, isn't this a nice surprise?" He walked toward me. "You are the girl from before."

I grimaced remembering my state of mind at the time of we last met. "yeah, sorry, my mind a bit scrambled before." I remembered meeting him with Ninth Doctor and Rose. Before I could give them a proper explanation, I was ripped away but their Doctor should be able to piece information about me from my rambling. But I don't exactly remember what I said to them. I was messed up at the time. "So, is the Doctor here? Where is he?"

"Upstairs with Rose, preparing some defense against the Daleks." Jack replied. "Come on." He gestured me to follow him to the lift. "He would love to see you. You leave us very confused and curious."

I follow him and entered the lift along with the volunteers which are not many. I noticed he has gun on his hand. "Am I gonna get one of those?"

"Do you even know how to use gun?"

I blinked. "No." I stared at his gun. "Teach me. I'm sure you are good with guns."

"That's not all I'm good at." He said with a wink.

I chuckled in amusement. "Oh, I'm sure." I met him before so I know he's such a flirt. I remembered Graham slipped up and told us that Jack had kissed him in the mouth when he thought he was the Doctor. "But on a serious note, can you teach me how to use gun?"

Jack glanced down at me, assessing me I think. He noticed my bandaged wrist but thankfully made no question about it. "Sure, if that is what you want."

"It is." I said. Remembering the alternate version of my Doctor I saw before, she is dead, shot by some weapon that disable regeneration. I wanted to be able to protect her. I know the Doctor disapprove of gun but I have to learn to defend myself especially since I'm still being thrown all over the alternate universe and meeting the likes of the Master or Daleks.

I sighed. Am I going with the theory of alternate universe again? Or that I'm going insane by hallucination? Either way, this is the right time to start learning to use a gun. A brief suicidal thought of using the gun on myself crossed my mind. Someday maybe. I shook my head and tried to focus on the last word of the alternate Thirteenth Doctor about keeping my faith and hope, and that words again about trust in the Doctor. I put my hand over my beating heart. I guess I have to try.

Jack is staring at me in concern but he didn't ask which I'm super grateful. As we arrived on some floor, he instructed the other volunteers to be in their position before turning to me and led me to go see the Doctor.

"Doctor, look who I found lurking around." Jack announced.

The Doctor glanced up from what he has been working on and was surprised to see me. He stood up in disbelief and walked toward me. "It's you."

I smiled hesitantly. "Hi. I'm (name)?" I introduced myself.

To my surprise, the Doctor smiled brightly at me. "It's good to see you again." He said as he hugged me. He released me and glanced down at me. "You look better than before." He noticed my bandaged wrist and his smile faltered momentarily.

��I grimaced and I pray he didn't mention it. "yeah, I'm sorry you have to see my breakdown like that." Ugh, why does this particular Doctor has to witness my condition at worst? I could tell the guilt in his eyes even though what happened to me is out of anyone's control. If I die on his watch, I have a feeling he would take it really hard.

"So, the Daleks, huh?" I switched topic. "I met a Dalek once with my Doctor during new year. It caused a blackout on Britain's internet system." I smiled at the somewhat fond memory about Ryan make a comment what a monster the Dalek was for doing that.

The Doctor gazed at me with a look I can't decipher.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable.

"Where is Rose?" Jack suddenly asked out-loud.

I realized that Rose is nowhere around too late. So much for being more aware of my surrounding...

The Doctor has a look on his face and both Jack and I know that he must have send her home. A very Doctor-ly action of him.

Jack goes away to deal with some of the volunteers and I sat back with the Doctor.

"How can I help?" I asked, knowing full well I'm kinda useless. I wondered if I should have gone with Jack so I could ask him if he has a moment later to teach me how to use gun. Yes, my mind still made up on learning that.

The Doctor busied himself with some wire on a box. For a while, I thought he will be ignoring me but he suddenly asked that dreading question, "How are you holding up?"

I blinked. "I'm fine."

He stopped what he worked on and turned to me. "What happened to your wrist?" He asked.

"It was nothing. I got hurt."

"By your own hand?" he asked bluntly.

Wow, he must have think I'm unstable as a person. Well, I can't blame him for reaching that conclusion, considering the first and last time we met, I actually admitted of trying to hang myself. And It's not like he's wrong about it.

"I'm fine." I repeated firmly. I looked away unable to hold his gaze any longer. "I will be okay."

We were interrupted by a transmission from a Dalek. It was talking about a delta wave or whatever I couldn't keep up. Once the transmission is over, the Doctor look troubled. It looked like he was almost in despair and it's not a good look on him.

I coughed up blood again much to my annoyance. I turned from him, not wanting him to see it. I pulled the medicine from my bag, wondering if I should pop one and stick around here. I know thing is about to be dangerous around here.

"What is that?" The Doctor suddenly asked, surprising me and I dropped the medicine on the floor.

I cursed. "Don't do that." I reprimanded him for jumping me.

"Sorry." He said with a sheepish grin.

"It was just a med I'm taking." I said, determined to be vague. The Doctor gave me that look again and I sighed. "Fine, what do you want to know?"

He grinned at me and gesture me to seat on the floor with him.

I explained what happened to me as short as possible. I showed him my notebook but I warned him about it might containing his alternate future with description of his alternate future regeneration and companion.

"I guess I have a future..." He said with a grin at the mention of future regeneration.

"You're the Doctor. You will beat the Daleks." I reassured him.

It has the opposite reaction. He looked sad. "Not always."

I showed him the Twelfth Doctor's writing on my page.

He grabbed the notebook and read it. "This is my language."

"Is it?"

"The language of the Time Lord. Future me must have trusted you." He said.

I felt my heart ached at that. I kinda felt like I'm letting that particular Twelfth Doctor down by losing the will to live. What would he says if he see me now?

The Doctor must noticed something on my expression. Probably the same despair that he currently felt against the Daleks. He pulled me into his embrace. "I'm so sorry. I can tell things has been hard for you."

I felt my face hot as I could tell I'm about to cry again. "Stop it." I said. "You're going to make me cry again."

"Then cry."

"But the Daleks..."

"It's fine. Let go, (name)."

And I did. I cried and I poured my heart out to him about the despair I still feel clutching me and the loneliness I felt from time to time.

"You are not alone. All the alternate Doctors in all those other alternate universe will be your allies." He said. "Just have faith and keep hope in your heart."

The same word the alternate Thirteenth Doctor said to me. They really are the same person.

I nodded weakly and said, "Thank you."

Another transmission from the Daleks and they basically mocking the Doctor of his situation. While the Doctor dealt with the Daleks, I saw Jack who seemed to be listening to my earlier conversation with the Doctor. He gestured me to follow him and he gave me a gun. He teach me the basic of how to use a gun. I was nervous but I still stand in my belief that I need to at least know how to use one.

I decided to go with Jack to help defend the floor but the Doctor stopped me.

"It's not safe." He said.

"It's fine."

"No, it's not." He said stubbornly.

I realized he still think I am suicidal. Am I? His words earlier does make me feel better. Do I still want to give up? Or am I going to give this nightmare another chance?

Jack left me with the Doctor, knowing how protective the Doctor is with companion, albeit an alternate one.

I flinched when I started to hear the scream and the sound of gun from the other floor.

The Doctor asked me to help him move some wires around and so I did as he instructed.

Things has gotten really serious when the Daleks finally reaches the floor we are in.

Distinctly I wonder what happened to Jack. He should be fine, I think, because I met his alternate self far in the Doctor's future, right...?

"Doctor!!" I yelled to warn him. I suddenly felt the usual tingling, a sign I was about to be ripped away but a Dalek suddenly shot at me.

The Doctor stared helplessly in horror as I screamed in pain and fell to the floor at the exact moment the Tardis materialized within the room and Rose is there, glowing.

I felt pain and then I was gone.

7777

"Come on! Come on! (name), hold on!"

I distinctly heard a woman's voice shouting at me and she was pressing on my chest repeatedly. I wanted to protest but my body is hurt and I can't open my eyes.

"(name), please hold on. Don't you dare give up!" The woman shouted near me.

I groaned and I opened my eyes but my sight is blurred. Ooh, it was Thirteenth Doctor. How can I not recognize her voice?

The Doctor sighed in relief as she saw me open my eyes. "(name)...."

I wanted to speak but I found I couldn't.

The Doctor's eyes darted toward something I couldn't see. She moved her face closer to me and she said, "Listen to me, (name), this is important, whatever happened, don't take...."

I blacked out.

7777

"(name), are you okay? Are you hurt?"

I blinked when I saw Tenth Doctor and Donna. I was lying on the ground somewhere. "owww..." I groaned.

"Is that the '(name)'? Your future alternate companion? That '(name)'?" Donna asked the Doctor.

What? He told her about me?

I blinked again.

The Doctor pulled his sonic screwdriver and scanned me. "You are injured..."

"My whole body hurts...." I complained in a hoarse voice. "That dalek got me just as I was about to splinter..."

The Doctor's eyes widened at the mention of the Dalek. "You are so lucky, (name), you didn't suffer the full blunt of the shot it seemed."

"I don't feel lucky though..." I said I grabbed his arm and forced myself on a seating position. I turned to Donna and greeted her. "Hello."

Donna smiled in friendly manner. "Hello, I'm Donna and you are (name), I have heard so much about you." she said. "He talks about you all the time."

I raised my eyebrows at the Doctor who looked a little red in the neck.

He shrugged. "I was worried for you."

I smiled. "Thanks."

He grinned at me and helped me up.

"Where are we?" I asked as I took on my surrounding. I was in some bazaar...on some alien planet?

Donna grinned and grabbed my arm. "Come on. From what the Doctor told me, you deserve a break." she said.

I let myself be dragged by her as she took me to some stand that sells various stuff. I turned to eye the Doctor and gesture my head toward Donna.

The Doctor smirked at me and shrugged.

We tried some alien food and have some fun with it. I pulled my medicine discreetly and pop one. Donna's right, I deserve a break, don't I?

The Doctor noticed when I swallowed my medicine despite my attempt to be discreet.

Donna, sensing he want to talk to me alone, left us behind to check on some stand.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"It was for my internal bleeding." I said finally. "Your alternate future-self made it for me."

He look saddened at the reminder that I was dying.

"Come on, don't make that kind of face." I said.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should have provided some answers or cure for you by now." He replied.

"It's fine. I'm sure you did your best."

The Doctor didn't reply for a second. He has a distant look. He eventually said, "Martha and I went to the coordinate you gave us last time." He sighed and then turned to look at me in the eyes. "We didn't find anything. It seemed your scientists does not exist here."

"Ooh." I didn't know what to say to that. On top of not being existed here, apparently the cause of my predicament also did not?

"I still check on the coordinate from time to time..." The Doctor said. "So far, nothing."

I hated seeing that sad and guilty look on his face. "Okay, enough, we should stop being a downer. Today is about having fun." I said suddenly.

The Doctor blinked at me and smiled slowly. He raised his hand toward me.

I glanced up at him, rolling my eyes fondly at him and took his hand, allowing him to take me to continue sightseeing.

We joined back with Donna and we try to have some fun, pushing the elephant in the room away.

Eventually I got a bit tired and have a seat by myself while the Doctor and Donna goes to check out some stuff, promising to come back and buy me some more food.

I pulled my notebook and started writing what has been happening to me so far. I sighed after I finished writing.

"What are you writing?" The Doctor asked as he come back with some food that smell delicious and he gave one to me.

I smiled gratefully at him. I explained the function of my notebook.

He stared at me with almost a solemn look. "Are you okay?"

I sighed. "I'm fine, Doctor, please don't worry about me, okay?"

"I can't help it. Last time we met, the Master..." He trailed.

"One of the alternate Doctors helped me after that. She fixed my mind."

"She, huh? Not your Doctor?"

My smile faltered. I diverted my eyes somewhere else.

"You can tell me anything, (name)." He said. "I would like to be of help to you."

Oh, Doctors, whichever universes you come from, why do you always staring at me like my predicament is their fault?

"You are helping, of course, you are. Being here with you...you made me feel almost normal again." I said trying to reassured him.

He glanced at me with that look again.

"I'm fine." I said. "I will be okay. I met your alternate past-self and he said that I am not alone. All the alternate Doctors in all the alternate universe will be my allies."

He sighed. "He is right." He said. He pulled my notebook and my pen from me.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you convincing whichever Doctors you get next." He said as he opened the notebook to a blank page and started scribbling something on it.

When I read what he wrote, I laughed. He wrote it in english but at the end he is writing in the same language as the Twelfth Doctor. The Ninth Doctor told me it was the language of the Time Lord. I wonder what it meant, the words he's writing.

The Doctor grinned boyishly at me.

Donna joined us and she exclaimed loudly about some magnificent show out there and demanded we go with her.

I put the notebook back on my bag as I rushed to follow Donna and the Doctor.

I have fun with them. I think this is one of the best days so far ever since the nightmarish incident happened to me.

Somehow I got separated from them and that's when I was stopped by a strange woman. She owned a stand. She said she is some kind of oracle. She took a look at me and kinda forcing me to let her see my future.

I thought why not. Maybe she can show me the way home. So, I entered her tent. An aromatic smell assaulted my nose. She has one of those glass ball which make me smiled.

She told me to sit so I did and she told me to stare at the glass ball and think of what I wanted to know.

I felt foolish for doing this but I did it anyway. I fervently hope, thinking about how to get back to my reality.

She snapped her fingers suddenly and I blacked out.

I opened my eyes to the sight of some trees and a garden. I saw an old woman watering the flower. She has long white hair in a braid. I saw an ugly scarred skin on her wrist resembling the number 99.

I suddenly was shook awake harshly by Donna followed by her screaming at someone about what she has done to me.

I opened my eyes and some scary huge bug on my chest and I felt like the bug is chocking me somehow. I was about to scream just as Donna pulled the bug off me. I coughed up harshly and weakly tried to sit up.

Donna is yelling at the woman.

I saw the bug walked and flown toward Donna. "Donna, watch out!" I yelled but my voice is hoarse and unclear.

To my horror, the bug has landed on Donna's back and Donna stared at me in shock before she suddenly fainted.

At the worst moment, that tingling happened and I screamed for the Doctor but I was gone.

7777

I fell to the ground. I was on the street somewhere on earth. Everyone seemed panicking. When I looked up to the sky, I know why everyone is panicking. I could saw planets on the sky. What the hell? What is happening?

"It's you." Someone suddenly said.

I turned around and I saw Rose. She was carrying a huge gun.

"(name), right? The Doctor told me about you. If you are here, the Doctor must be near somewhere." She said. "Come on, follow me if you want to live."

I was dumbfounded by her. She is such a bad-ass.

She grinned at me. She took a look at me and realized I was unarmed. "Do you know how to use a gun?"

"Well, Jack teaches me but I haven't got a gun or time to practice it yet."

She hummed and pulled a stun gun from her bag. She taught me how to use it.

I stared at the stun gun. "thanks?"

"You're welcome. Now, let's go and find the Doctor." She said as she cocked her gun.

I was amazed by this girl. She is awesome.

As we walked together, I discreetly observed her. Rose. I met her with Ninth Doctor which mean he survived the Daleks on that space station. I was glad.

We walked the currently empty street and there far away we spotted the Tardis.

I saw Tenth Doctor and Donna? I was confused now. Are they the same Tenth Doctor and Donna from my last trip? But this Rose is with Ninth Doctor, right? But that meant the Ninth Doctor has regenerated into his Tenth version. Dear God, I'm going to get a headache trying to make sense which Doctors I'm getting from now on.

Rose grinned as the Doctor stared at her in awe. They run toward each other.

Wow, I felt like a third wheel at that moment.

Suddenly the Doctor was shot by the Daleks. I ran toward the Doctor and Rose immediately.

Jack appeared suddenly and shot at the Daleks before grabbing the Doctor toward the Tardis.

Rose and Donna were crying.

I was numb. No way. I don't want to watch the Doctor dies again. He has to regenerate, right?

The Doctor started to glow in yellow.

Jack yelled at us to get back and away from the Doctor. But to all of our surprise, the Doctor is fine next? He transferred his regeneration energy on a tube containing...hand? What the hell?

The Doctor is fine and he acted like he is not just gotten shot much to all of our confusion. He eventually explained it to us.

I sighed. The Doctor is just so full of surprise.

The Doctor and Rose are having a moment together. It was then I realized that this Doctor is in love with Rose and she is feeling the same. But what about River? I groaned, I'm having a lot of information on the Doctor, much more than my Doctor probably want anyone to know. That's probably the one good thing from being forced to one alternate universes to another. I know more about the Doctor now...somewhat.

The Doctor finally gazed at me. He grinned and gave me a hug. "(name)! It's good to see you again!" He said. As he hugged me, he whispered to me, "I'm glad you keep the hope going."

I glanced up at him and sighed. "I have the Doctors as my allies, right?"

Donna just that moment to cough. "Doctor, who is this?" she asked.

I turned to Donna. Right, this version haven't met me yet. I thought of the Donna I met before. Is she okay? "The bug! Have you gotten the bug yet?" I asked her.

The Doctor and Donna stared at me in surprise.

"How do you...? Right, alternate universe..." The Doctor pieced it together. "She is fine. Donna, this is (name) and (name), I'm sure you already know this is Donna." He introduced us.

"W-what? Alternate universe?" Donna yelled.

"It's a long story..." The Doctor said.

I bit my lips and prayed the other Donna is okay too.

Jack pulled me into a hug next. "It's good to see you too, (name)."

I smiled at him. "I'm glad you're okay, Jack."

Jack smiled and winked at me.

We are interrupted at the sound of Daleks outside the Tardis. They intercepted the Tardis and took it to some place called the crucible?

The Doctor said we had no choice but to face the Daleks and urged us to get out of the Tardis. Donna stayed behind and got trapped inside the Tardis and then the Daleks throw the Tardis into some fiery pit much to all of our horror. The Doctor is angry but helpless.

It was then the Daleks attention diverted toward me. They scanned me and realized I'm not on their record as the Doctor's companion which mean they have no need for me to be there. One of the Daleks are about to shot me but Jack shielded me much to my surprise.

Rose and I fussed on Jack and realized he is not breathing.

I felt grief. He can't die here. How can he warn about the cyberman in the future if he die now? Did I just mess up this universe?

The Doctor pulled me and Rose away from Jack. He whispered at the distracted me, "He's fine. He can't die."

I glanced up at him in hope.

He nodded at me.

I sighed in relief. I could felt the tingling again and I turned toward the Doctor helplessly.

He was staring at me and nodded again, apparently understanding that I am about to go.

I was gone before words can be exchanged.

7777

I dropped on my knees in some room resembled a prison. I glanced around in confusion.

"Didn't realize I'm getting a roommate now..."

I jumped at the voice. "Who is that?"

A figure moved from the shadow toward the spot that has some light and my jaw dropped in shock when I saw it was the Thirteenth Doctor. She has a longer hair and wearing some hideous uniform.

I can't believe I didn't recognize her voice. What is the matter with me?

She glanced at me with nonrecognition which confirmed that she is a new alternate Thirteenth, one that is different from the ones I have met before.

"Hello, there, I am the Doctor."

I stared at her before replying, "It's (name)."

"Aah, it's nice to meet you, (name)." She said with a grin.

"Where are we?" I interrupted her.

She glanced at me. "You don't know?"

"Is this a prison?" I asked.

"Yes. Stormcage, the most secure prison in the galaxy. Well, almost." She said with a snicker, laughing at a joke only she know.

"Prison? Why are you in prison?" I asked in confusion.

She hummed. "I have no idea. The Judoon suddenly come and teleport-ed me here, no warning, so unfair."

I was confused now. "Do you have a plan of escape?"

She frowned at me. "You just arrived and already plotting an escape?"

I frowned back at her. "You didn't?"

She grinned. "Oh I like you. I do have been plotting. But it seemed ever since River, they have learnt so much." She said with a sigh.

I frowned again at the mention of the Doctor's wife.

"But I am still working on it." She said and she started rambling.

I couldn't help but smiled fondly at her. I missed my Doctor so much. I started coughing again and I quickly turned away from her and pop a pill.

She was still busy talking to herself so she didn't notice what I am doing.

I took a seat on the floor, my back on the wall as I glanced at her. "How long have you been here?"

"Oh, it's almost six months give or take." She said.

"Six months?" I asked, concerned. I wanted to ask about the fam but that would require revealing about me and right now, I just didn't want to do that.

The Doctor, all alone, in a confined solitary room, of course, she would be talking to herself non-stop and the way she is handling me, it is almost like she think I'm not real. She haven't even ask why I ended up in prison. I am very worried for her state of mind. But she is the Doctor. She probably has gone worst thing than this. I hope she will be okay.

She mostly ignored me and talked to herself or to the shadow. Sometimes she seemed to talk to hallucination of her past companion as she rattled some names that I do recognize.

I don't want to leave her alone like this. Perhaps I should tell her about me, give her a mystery to focus on? I only have a few hours with her. I wish I could save her and take her away from this place. I prayed someone rescued her soon.

My prayer is answered when the door opened and Jack Harkness appeared.

"Hah! Did you miss me?" He yelled but frowned when he saw two of us. "Doctor?"

"Captain Jack!" The Doctor yelled and actually hug him. Even Jack is surprised but he hug her back with a wide grin.

"Doctor, don't take this the wrong way but you are so small." Jack said.

The Doctor hit him in the arms.

I watched their reunion with a smile.

"And who is this?" Jack asked me in a flirty manner after they finished with their reunion.

"Stop it." She said immediately at Jack. Her eyes widened as she turned to look at me. "Ooh, you are real." she said.

Wow, she really think I'm a hallucination? I smiled and waved at her.

"I'm (name)." I introduced myself to the both of them.

"Anyway, I'm here to rescue you, doc. We need to go before they realize I am here." Jack said, ignoring me.

The Doctor nodded and started asking him about how he gets in and how he know she is in here. She seemed to forget me.

I have to admit that kind of hurt but I know it is not his fault or the Doctor's.

I was surprised when the Doctor suddenly turned toward me, raised a hand toward me and asked me if I want to go with her.

I blinked at her in disbelief but I grabbed her hand as she helped me stand up.

"Which remind me, why are you in prison?" She asked.

I smiled fondly at her. "I really miss you." I accidentally blurted.

She looked surprised and stared at me. "Do I know...you?"

I smiled solemnly. "In another alternate universe..." I answered, fully aware I'm being vague on purpose.

She opened her mouth to ask some more but the alarm sounded loudly and Jack is yelling at her to leave now.

The Doctor turned toward me with question in her eyes.

I could feel the tingling and stepped back away from her. "Go, Doctor and take care..." I said.

She stared at me in confusion and her eyes widened as I vanished before her eyes.

7777

I landed outside some farmhouse.

"(name)?"

I saw Twelfth Doctor. He was not alone. He was with a robot? I was shocked when the Doctor called the robot Bill. I know Bill and she is not a robot.

My eyes widened as I recognized the Master, the one I met on Valiant. He was older but it was definitely him. I turned toward the Doctor. "Doctor....?" I was confused about which Twelfth Doctor is he. I have met two version of him after all.

The Master approached us. "Doctor, while you are chatting with the Robo-mop, me and me...have been busy. We found it." He said. He turned to Bill and changed his voice. "Oh, hello, my dear. My God, you are so boring all those years..." He chuckled cruelly. "But it was worth every day of it for this." He gestured at Bill's appearance.

"Bill, don't let him upset you." The Doctor said.

I was pissed. This bastard.

"Though didn't you used to be a woman? I'm going to be a woman fairly soon, any tips? Or maybe...I dunno old bras?" The Master asked mockingly.

I was furious now. If the Doctor is not gonna do anything, I will! Without thinking I pulled the stun gun in my bag, the one Rose gave me and I used it to stun the Master. It was satisfying to see him got electrocuted and fell to the ground jerking. I used it on him once more for good measure.

The Doctor's jaw dropped open in shock at what I have done. "(name)!"

I snapped at him. "What? You are going to let him speak to Bill like that?" I asked angrily.

"I'm not upset..." Bill said in a robotic voice. She turned to me. "Thank you."

"You are welcome." I said.

The Doctor stared at Bill. He had no idea how to deal with her, how to begin to comfort her. I felt bad for the both of them.

The Doctor pulled me aside. "What do you think you are doing? The Master is not a forgiving person."

"Well, it's a good thing that I won't be here for long." I said. "He did that to Bill."

The Doctor looked ashamed. "I failed her. They turned her into a cyberman."

I stared at him. So, the robot is a cyberman? I can't help but think of Jack's warning for my Doctor about the lone cyberman.

"Why do you even have a stun gun?" He asked.

"Got it from Rose, actually." I said. "I met her on earth when the sky full of planet?"

He looked nostalgic at the mention of Rose.

"Last time I almost got shot by a dalek and before that, the Master attacked me. I need protection."

"That stun gun won't do a thing to a dalek."

"I know but it worked fine against that jerk." I said.

The Doctor sighed in resignation. He glanced at me. "I'm sorry, I promise you a cure but..." He sighed again.

"It's okay, Doctor. You helped me a lot already. I still have the medicine you gave me." I said.

He hummed. "I'm glad I could be of help."

So, he is indeed the first Twelfth Doctor I met, not the other one. I hugged him suddenly. "Thank you."

He hesitantly hugged back.

I smiled at him as I released him.

"You shouldn't stay here. It is not safe." He said.

"I know. Doctor, I'm sorry about Bill." I said. I realized the person my Doctor had lost before she met the fam and me must be Bill. My heart saddened for Bill. The short time we met, I know she is a very kind and funny girl. To think she ended up like this....it is so unfair.

I could felt I'm about to splinter again. "Thank you, Doctor, stay safe." I quickly said.

7777

I landed somewhere I have no idea but I spotted the Tardis a few feet away. I heard commotion. Then I noticed Thirteenth Doctor with the fam. They were all on the ground fussing on someone I couldn't see. I discreetly moved around to get a better view but still hid myself.

I froze when I realized who it was. It was me. An alternate me...? Or was it a future me...? I hid myself behind a nearby rock.

The other me, she was groaning in pain, the Doctor and the fam are trying to calm her down. She was coughing blood and she was crying. She said she wanted to go home. I froze as her words reminded me of the dark Doctor I met before. She told me I died in her arms, that I kept saying I want to go home. Is that what happening right now? I wondered numbly.

The other me doesn't seem to register the presence of the Doctor and the fam. She seemed in so much pain as she suddenly started screaming and struggling in the Doctors' arms. My body felt like turning cold at her chilling screams.

The Doctor and the fam, they are crying for her, the other me. Then the scream stopped and she stopped moving. Her hand fell limb on the ground. That's when I saw it. The other me, she has scars on her wrist, shaped like...66 or was it 99?

I felt sick. I felt like I'm going to throw up. I can't stay here. I wanted to leave. I stand up as I took a step back away from the scene before me. My eyes still glued on them though. I prayed I could leave and for once I did get my wish. But just as I about to disappeared though my eyes locked eyes with the Doctor. Her mouth dropped open in shock as she saw me but I vanished right before her eyes.

7777

I landed inside the Tardis but the Tardis is poorly lit. I was at the corridors so I tried to find my way to the console room. Luckily I was not far from it.

I saw Eleventh Doctor sitting on a comfy chair, wearing glasses and reading book. He looked sad and grumpy, don't know why I get that vibe from him. It seemed like he was alone, no companion in sight. I still felt like I am intruding. I wonder if I should just steer clear of him. Of course, I have to suddenly have a bout of coughing right at that moment. I am hesitating to take my med, wondering if he will even welcome me at his state.

The Doctor glanced up and his mouth dropped open when he saw me. He dropped the book and quickly stood up, approaching me hesitantly. "It's you..."

Oh, he recognized me. But, again, which Eleventh Doctor is he? I already met and interact with two version of him before.

I smiled hesitantly.

"You're (name)...." He said. "Rory's imaginary friend..."

Well, that settle it. He is the one I met with Amy, Rory and River.

"Is that what I'm known for now?" I asked teasingly. "Speaking of, where is he?"

The Doctor looked like someone shot his puppy. "The Ponds are gone." He finally said.

Oh. This is awkward. I don't know how I am supposed to comfort him. So, I only lamely said, "I'm sorry."

He smiled solemnly. "How are you holding up?" He asked.

I blinked at him in confusion before I remembered he did witness my breakdown the last time we met. "I'm okay." I said. I turned away from him to take a look at the surrounding. "You redecorated the Tardis. Where are we? Or when are we?" I asked, hoping to distract him.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" He said as he gesture on the Tardis door.

I raised an eyebrow at him and walked toward the door. I opened the door and my jaw dropped open in shock. We...the Tardis is up on the cloud. "What...?" I turned to him in awe. "We are up in the cloud."

He grinned boyishly.

"Is it safe to walk around out there?" I asked hesitantly.

In answer, the Doctor moved past me and walked outside around the cloud before turning to me and raised a hand toward me.

I hesitantly grabbed his hand and jump onto the cloud. I couldn't help but giggle. This is awesome. I walked slowly to the edge of the cloud and saw Victorian London? I quickly get away from the edge.

The Doctor is staring at the distant with a solemn look which make me worry for him.

"Are you okay, Doctor?"

"I'm always okay." He answered immediately. But with that sad look in his eyes, who would believe him?

I stared at him before petulantly said, "Well, I guess we are both okay then."

His face falls at that. Ugh, I felt like I just kicked a puppy or something.

"Doctor, why are we up on the cloud instead of down there?"

He took a few seconds before replying, "I am taking a break."

"From the universe?" I asked softly.

He didn't reply.

I sighed. His sad mood made me feeling down too. "I just saw myself died." I suddenly said, don't know why I said that. Wouldn't this just make the both of us more down? Am I trying to get him to open up by showing him my own pain? But this is the Doctor, a pro at bottling emotion till it chokes them. The Doctor that I know never exactly open up to me or the fam. I sighed, maybe I need him to listen my woes? Gosh, I'm so selfish.

He turned to me in surprise and pity.

I tried to be nonchalant. "Well, it could be an alternate me instead of a future me." I said.

He glanced down at me but I refused to meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at the night sky.

We both jumped in surprise when the Tardis phone suddenly rang.

The Doctor seemed wanting to ignore the phone but decided to pick it up as he walked back inside. I followed him in but keep my distance.

"Yes, what? I'm trying to read." Silence. "Always pointless. What did she says? Well? Well?"

Whoever on the other side of the conversation seemed to stun the Doctor. He took off his glasses and have a look on his face. He hang up the phone and then turned to me. "Fancy a trip?"

I raised an eyebrow at him before shrugging. "I suppose."

He smiled with dare I say a little lively than before, his eyes burning in curiosity.

I pondered what that phone call is all about. It seemed to make his mood a little better.

He glanced down at what I'm wearing. "But, you are going to need change outfit."

"Oh no. I don't like Victorian dress. Also, I don't want to splinter with a dress like that." I complained.

"Fair point. Go to the Tardis wardrobe. Get yourself some coat to cover yourself." He said as he gave me the direction to the wardrobe.

I left him to go to the wardrobe. While there, I coughed up again so I took my med, resigning myself to be stuck with this Doctor. Maybe we could help each other. Maybe.

7777

Next thing I know, the Doctor is dressed like Sherlock Holmes and we barged our way into some institute where a mean-looking older man sat in his chamber with a huge tube containing snow. I watched him talk really fast and being actively annoying to that Simeon guy. The Doctor then grabbed me and we left the house after he got the information he need.

He led me down the street of Victorian London and a horse carriage stopped short in front of us. A potato-looking alien is driving the carriage. I stared at him before turning to the Doctor who introduced me to Strax.

In the carriage, the Doctor suddenly spoke up after a long silence, "River and I went to investigate the coordinate you gave us."

I glanced at him. I almost afraid he's going to say the coordinate is useless and the scientist doesn't exist too.

"We couldn't find the weapon but we poke around a bit, got some lead and we found out about Project Splinter." He said.

My eyes widened at that. "Splinter...?"

"Yes, I remembered when we first met, you are in a hurry because you have no idea when next you will splinter..." He said. "The word 'splinter' does caught our attention. Where did you get that word from?"

I agonized whether I should tell him about the future dark Doctor that I met but I decided to tell him because he is the smart one out of the two of us. If anyone can make sense anything, it would be him.

The Doctor look troubled after my Revelation. He theorized that maybe that version of Doctor might know something more about project splinter. But it's not like I can ask her. Also, I kind of not wanting to see that version ever again. She frightened me. Also, maybe I am being a coward about it.

"What is that, project splinter?" I asked curiously.

"Basically...time travel."

"W-what?"

"The scientists in charge of the project has this...amazing machine and with a few tweak and some calculation, it might have worked." The Doctor said. "But River and I, we shut it down. We couldn't find any weapon though."

"But...so...it's not a weapon? Against you?"

"Nothing like that. As far as we knew, they don't even have any idea who I am."

"So then, the threat just existed on the other alternate universes? With my Doctor?" I asked. My head started hurting with all these information that I can't even quite comprehend. I'm not a screaming genius like the Doctor. "God, I don't understand what is going on." I said with a pitiful groan.

"It will be fine, (name), we will figure it out eventually." He said. "I will help."

For a moment, I felt like I would never escape this predicament I am in and I wish to give up again. But hearing him says that and remembering all the other Doctors, I have to force myself to endure it. I have to, right...?

The carriage suddenly stopped. Strax took us to some house with a frozen pond in it to which the Doctor fussed over it immediately using his sonic screwdriver.

He started to mumble by himself and I only caught the last few words. "Pond. Good point, Clara." He said.

My eyes snapped back at him at the mention of Clara. She is here? From what he said, Clara is not his companion just yet.

Strax distracted the Doctor by offering him a grenade and then they have a funny banter with each other.

I covered my mouth to stop myself from laughing at them.

It was then I saw Clara who stood behind the window on the second floor of the house. She was smiling and waving at the Doctor. The Doctor looked awkward as he returned her wave and all.

"So, that was Clara..." I said.

"You know her?" The Doctor asked.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Right, alternate universes." He said. "You are kind of a big spoiler, (name)."

"Sorry." I said with a wince. He is right though. I really need to be more careful. Even in alternate universes, some things the Doctor experienced seemingly remain the same. What would I do if next I meet a Twelfth Doctor and Bill before she became a cyberman? Would I warn them? I pondered about it and I think I would warn them. I'm not trying to be a hero. I just can't live with myself if I didn't warn them when I know something bad will happen to them. Screw the timelines and the universes! They are the one who play me like a yo-yo first!

Also technically I'm trying to change the future, my Doctor's possible future and mine. I don't want to die like that.

The Doctor called me out to follow him into the house and we are faced with an ice-sculpture of a woman who kept screaming about bad girl and stuff. The Doctor was able to disable the ice woman and get Clara and her kids to safety.

The Doctor introduced me to Madam Vastra and Jenny as they along with Strax joined us inside the house while outside creepy-looking snowmen appeared from the snow and surrounded the house.

Of course, at that moment, I felt that again, a sign I was about to go. I looked up toward the Doctor who is busy talking really fast at everyone. I tried to warn him but I was gone before I could open my mouth.

7777

I blinked and took a glance around my surrounding. I wasn't on the Tardis.

"(name)!!" Tenth Doctor called out to me. He grinned at me so happily.

"Doctor..." Crap, which Tenth Doctor is he? I thought to myself. I took in his appearance. He's wearing his usual suit and trenchcoat but he has a cowboy hat, sunglasses and a flower wreath around his neck.

"It's good to see you again. Aw, come on here you!" He walked toward me and immediately pulled me into a tight hug.

I smiled hesitantly. "Doctor, the last time we met is..."

"In the bazaar with Donna..." He said.

"Right, Donna, is she okay? I mean, I left her defenseless against that creepy bug..."

His smile faltered. A sad look crossed over his feature. "She was fine. Don't worry."

"Then, where is she?"

"She doesn't travel with me anymore."

"Ooh. I'm sorry, Doctor. So you are travelling alone right now?"

"Not anymore. I have you now." He said with a grin but he still looked sad.

"Doctor, you know I can't stick around."

"Course you can, just for a few hours like before."

I glanced up at him and sighed. I shrugged. "What the hell...I deserve more breaks...."

He grinned. "That's the spirits... Come on!"

I popped a pill before I followed him. "Where are we?"

The Doctor explained to me in excitement about the planet we are in. He took me sightseeing and I must admit I am having fun with him.

As I glanced at him, I got the vibe of unbearable sorrow from him. I couldn't help feeling a great concern for him. He tried too hard to act happy but I could tell he was burdened by something.

A few hours later, I know I would be leaving him soon. So, I had to ask. "Doctor, are you really okay?"

He glanced at me and his mask falls apart. "I'm going to die."

I stared at him speechless.

"I was told 'he will knock four times'. That was the prophecy. Knock four times, then..." He trailed.

My heart ached for him. He look almost scared. "But...you will regenerate, won't you?"

"I can still die." He said. "If I'm killed before regeneration, then I'm dead."

My mind suddenly flashed to the memory of finding the Thirteenth Doctor's dead body. But that was because the weapon that can disable regeneration. He will regenerate, won't he, into the Eleventh Doctor? Or will this particular universe have different outcome?

"Even then, even if I change, it would still feel like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man..." He glanced at me thoughtfully. "...or woman goes sauntering away..." He said with a forlorn look. "And I'm dead."

I had no idea what to say to that. How am I meant to comfort him? "Doctor..."

He sniffed and then turned away. "Sorry, I'm being a downer right now..."

I grabbed his arm. "Doctor." I had no idea what to say. "It's okay to be afraid..." I finally said. "I'm scared too. I just saw my future. I saw myself died in pain...in her arms. And I'm scared." Oh, hell, what am I saying to him? Why am I being a downer too? I should try to comfort him instead of burdening him with my trouble. But as I said those words, I realized I am terrified of dying, especially since it look like it was really painful.

"(name)..."

I closed my eyes, feeling annoyed with myself. "I'm sorry, I'm no good at this. I want to make you feel better." I opened my eyes and stared at him. God, why can't I think of something really good to say to him? I felt like I want to cry in frustration. I wanted to comfort him so badly.

The Doctor smiled at me and said, "It's okay, (name), you don't have to say anything..." He put one hand over mine, rubbing my palm.

Without thinking, I pulled him to me and I hugged him tight.

He wrapped his arms around, returning the embrace.

We released each other with soft smile toward each other.

"We will be okay..." I finally said. I wish I have enough conviction with my words. But at that moment, that is the only thing I can say.

He didn't reply. He sniffed again. "Okay, enough of that, tell me what's been happening to you?"

I stared at him, unsure if talking about me is a good distraction. Eventually, I told him about my last visit to the Eleventh Doctor. To his credit, he didn't flinch at the mention of his direct alternate regeneration. But he was surprised when I mention about River.

"River? River Song?"

"Yeah." I confirmed before I groaned. "Damn, did I just spoiler you too somehow?"

"No...it was fine..." He trailed. He has a faraway look again in his eyes. "So, what's that? Project Splinter, is it?"

I nodded.

"I'm going to check it out on my ends too." He said.

"Doctor..." I could felt the tingling again. I was reluctant to leave this version of the Doctor. "Don't be alone, Doctor. Please find someone." I said. "Take care of yourself."

"(name)..." He realized that I was about to leave. He looked sad. "You too..."

tags: @thatsonezesty13, @gracie-and-the-superwholock-gang

A/N2: Oh this is a right mess-up, isn't it? I don't know if this is good. I mean I suppose I have some fun writing it but I agonized over whether this will be good enough at least. Gosh, I honestly couldn't understand what I am writing right now. Project splinter is something I borrowed a fusion from my favorite show 12 monkeys but not a direct crossover. Jennifer Goines is my favorite character in that show, she was awesome. I was hoping to write a primary!reader being the Doctor's ward someday. Maybe never. I'm kinda fried. I don't know if I could write for part four or any other story again. I wish to be productive but I'm sad now.

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