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the-villian-i-seem-to-be · 3 years

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I have a request that you don't have to do if you don't want.

Would you write a yandere William and Sherlock from Yuukokou no Moriarty? Or are you not interested?

Damn! Yandere William and Yandere Sherlock!! Ok so both or separate? I'll do both!!

(Y/N) could feel themselves grow weary of the rising tension between her and Sherlock. You see, (Y/N) is a journalist who loves to write about Sherlocks cases in the newspaper. They always are accompanying him for cases with Dr. Watson, even if the detective dislikes her nosy attitude to his work life and personal life. But the journalist could tell he was warming up to her. Even if it was only.

Anyway, she decided to accompany Sherlock and Dr. Watson on another case. Though the doctor had caught the flu and had given her his train ticket to make sure Sherlock wouldn't cause trouble on one of his cases with Inspector Lestrade. So she agreed and three rode off to York for his case. Though it was a waste of time in detectives eyes once he couldn't find what he was looking for. He started spew a few curses under his breath once Mr. Lestrade went to get a newspaper.

Saying he'll come to the train car a bit later before it takes off. So the journalist and detective were alone on the boarding dock. Heading to their train. "Honestly, to hell with your death by illness. Get yourself killed, seriously.."

Sherlock utters with clear agitation in his voice. "Aw, c'mon detective Sherlock. It's okay, we can always come back and take another look around!" The (h/c)-nette smiles, hoping it would ease his worries.

Which didn't work because it seemed as if he grew more upset.

"I should of shot him when I could. If I had..."

(Y/N)'s knew he was talking about the Mr. Hope case. Though she never thought he should of killed him! "Sherlock-!" He cuts her off, "if I had killed I would have been one step closer to a huge mystery!"

"We both know that you would of done it if given the chance! You don't even care for the mystery, only the story that gets coverage!" "That isn't true!" The journalist hollars, making Sherlock turn quiet.

Sucking in a shaky breath, they try to speak more calmly. "I may go on your cases for a story. But I also care about the people in them. Sherlock, I don't want to write a article about you killing a man, and for what? A bigger mystery that you want to solve?"

"I.. I thought you weren't like that, I thought you actually seeked the truth, but not the way I hoped for." They say, sadly starring at the dark haired male in front of them. "I'll meet you in train car shortly, I-I, need a minute to calm my nerves." As the woman walks off, Sherlock scowls at his actions.

"That is-I didn't-" the male sighs and ruffles his hair. His mood and thoughts in a jumble. Pulling out a cigarette, he lights it up. Taking in the toxic fumes into his lungs to calm himself and clear his head.

(Y/N) finds herself siting in the food car, she rather be on her lonsome than deal with a unpleasant Sherlock. He was acting childish and locked her out of their shared car. So she decided to wait for his anger to subsidize. Though they were growing antsy and they needed to talk this out with Sherlock. She didn't want their supposed "one sided friendship" to end!? He let her try his cigarette once.

Only after, thought she was dying after taking a puff of the cancer stick and he laughed at her. Not only that, but she was given the privilege to hear him play the violin once before he kicked her out of his house for bothering him! Sighing, she felt her pumped up spirit slowly fading into a husk.

"Enough sulking, get a grip!" She sits up and slaps her cheeks. Frightening the waiter that waited for her to make her order. "M-miss are you alright?" Turning her eyes to the waiter with determination, she nods. Telling the waiter she wasn't ready to order yet.

Getting out of her seat, she was about to head over to Sherlock. Though her eyes find a familiar blond headed man sitting in one of the booths a little farther from her's.

Stepping cautiously to his booth, she holds her head up high an stands in front of him. "Mr. Professor Moriarty..?" The blonde male looks up from his empty dish and his red rubies stare at her with confusion and another emotion she couldn't quite place. "Mr. Professor! It truly is you!"

"My god, how are you? It's been quite awhile since I saw you." The mathematician smiles at her, "yes, hello Ms. (Y/N), I am well. How are you?"

The woman smiles gleefully, "yes I have-!" She held back her tongue as the memories with Sherlock resurface. Yet her smile stayed stuck to her lips. "Uh.. I should go. I don't want to over stay my welcome-" "there's no need for you to leave just yet. Me and my brother were getting quite bored. Please sit awhile, it will be nice to talk once more."

Mr. Moriarty says politely, letting her join them. The Journalist tries to force herself to decline, yet, she may never take this opportunity to sit to a nobleman as interesting as him ever again. She couldn't miss her chance! She can just make some small chit chat then run off after to talk to Sherlock! Genius!

"Alright.. But not for long, I need to talk with a friend of mine after." "A friend?" The second oldest Moriarty questions, his tone slightly cold. (Y/N) doesn't bother to notice his tone and sits down next to Williams brother. "Yes, I came here with a friend, well, in my opinion. I'm pretty sure he hates my guts now, but he's still a close companion of mine" (Y/N) chuckles dryly.

"I, see. I hope the two of you are, well." He replies stiffly, hiding a unhappy look with a smile. Though his observant brother could tell that he was slowly growing annoyed by her words.

"If you do mind me asking, but how do you know of my brother Ms. (Y/N)?" Louis asks her, her focus shifts to the male next to her.

Her eyes light up at Louis. "Ah, we met on the Noahtic. I was covering a story about a performance that was going to be held on it. I met Mr. Moriarty at a small gathering held on the ship floors. I offered him a drink and the two of us chatted for awhile." (Y/N) said with sheepish grin.

"Then I heard a murder had occured durring the performance. I was so shocked yet, forgive me for saying this, but thrilled! This was something that needed to be shown to the public- oh um, forgive me for blabbering!" (Y/N) blurted out, covering her mouth with her hand to stop herself.

William just chuckles at her, shaking his head. "It's quite alright. I didn't know you were so passionate about your job. I find it very endearing and admirable." (Y/N) flushed from his compliments, letting her hand fall to her lap as she gave him a sweet smile. "Thank you, Professor Moriarty. That's very kind of you."

Before William could say another word, Inspector Lestrade walks up to the booth. "(L/N)?" Looking up to see who had called her, she sees the Inspector. Quickly getting up from her seat, she greets him awkwardly.

"Is this the man you said that "hates your guts" ?" William questions, though his eyes don't glare at him. "NO, NO, NO, NO!" Flailing her hands around, she tries to clear up the misunderstanding. "I was joking!"

"Mr. Lestrade doesn't hate me! I was talking about someone else! Not him!!" The journalist cries out, the Inspector sighs and shakes his head.

"I apologize for my acquaintance, Mr..?" "Oh, this is Professor Moriarty! And the one sitting across from is his brother." (Y/N) introduces them to Mr. Lestrade like nothing had ever happened. Or at least pretending too.

"Professor Moriarty and Mr. Moriarty, this is Inspector Lestrade. He's another good friend of mine. He works for the Scotland Yard. Pretty neat right?"

(Y/N) winks, doing small jazz hands to make his introduction a little interesting. "(Y/N), why aren't you with-" before the Inspector could finish his sentence. A shrill scream of woman was heard.

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Running to source of the scream. (Y/N) follows behind the youngest Moriarty and Inspector Lestrade. She bumps into one of the passengers and apologizes. Not looking at who she bumped into.

(Y/N) could hear Sherlock and Professor Moriarty discus. Growing immensely curious, she wiggled her way through the two men. Walking up to Sherlock and

"What happened?!" She said, but mostly to Sherlock who arrived before her. Who was looking through a peep hole of one of the rooms inside the train car.

"Look for yourself." He remarks, stepping away from the peep hole. (Y/N) hesitates for a moment, though creates false courage to see what happened. But was then was stopped by Sherlocks hand on her shoulder.

He didn't stare at her in the eye like normally, instead her shirt. Confused, (Y/N) looks down, she regrets it soon after. There, on her shirt was fresh blood. Even some smeared on her hands. "What.."

All eyes focused solely on her, the air quiet as she was panicking inside her mind. "It seems we have a valuable prize in our game now to make things more interesting." William said to the shocked detective, who gave the noble man a twisted smirk. "I guess so, I don't plan on losing, Liam." A disturbing smile crawls onto the crime consultant.

"Neither do I."

(Okay, this ask went a LOT longer than expected. I wanted to make it shorter but a rush of creativity hit me because I was re-watching ep 10 of Yuukoku No Moriarty! And reading the manga!! Yes!! And I hope I made them very Yandere-ish.)

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sardonic-courtney · 4 years

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Crowley x Reader. We Met Before. P2/7

Summary: You end up living with Bobby after your parents die. You go to church and meet Priest Crowley and you end up getting along (if you know what i mean). A few years later when Bobby passes you move the the bunker with Sam and Dean and end up meeting Crowley again.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warnings: Mention of loss, Spelling mistakes, Picture of gun (straight after keep reading), you go to church?

Around 1700 words.

Meeting:

(Around season 5 but not following story at all)

…the day before your 18th birthday. The day you can finally start training and helping on hunts. You fall asleep after the movie and wake up to your alarm reading 8.30am (Birthdate) Sunday. The day you had been waiting for. You could finally start training. Well after Sunday service, it was something your mother never failed to attend no matter what state she was hunting in and you kept that alive, even if you weren’t exactly sure how you felt about religion, but going helped you feel close to your mum again, and after hearing briefly about what the Winchesters had gone though it could be useful to learn a bit more. You got ready and headed to the kitchen where you met with Bobby.

“Happy Birthday kid” he said trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible, even though he had woken up kinda early on a weekend.

“Hey, I’m 18 now, no longer a kid.” You smiled at him.

He shook his head in response chuckling as he grabbed an envelope with a box attached to it. When you received it you could see your name written messily on the envelope in a blue ink, you opened it and to no surprise was a card with (Your fav animal) wearing a hat, just like every year. You smiled and read the inscription inside. Then headed for the black box with a gold ribbon loosely tied around, Bobby had never been the best at bows, but you love the effort. Untying and opening the box you see a silver gun with carvings on, and a wooden handle with a pentacle carved. (Like below but you can change to preference)

“I know it's not much, but it was your dad’s, the boys found it when they…” he trailed of for a second. “when they were searching the nest, I thought it was the best time to give it to you, seeing as you’re so god damned persistent on training.”

“I love it Bobby, thank you so much” You gently lay it on the table and encase him in a hug, which he allows for a few seconds”

“Alright” He said patting your back and stepping away, “just because you have a gun doesn’t mean you are ready to hunt though. Understood?”

“Yeah I know” you reply trying not to laugh at his stern expression.

“Right well there’s some (f/f) if your hungry” he said moving to reveal a plate behind him.

“Oh my gosh you didn’t have to” You say looking at the counter with a neatly plated breakfast. You grabbed it and sat down enjoying the change from the usual cereal or toast, and with a mouth half full asked. “When can I start?”

“Lunch time. We will start with some basics ways to hunt and defend yourself.”

You were about to speak when he interrupted guessing your thoughts.

“You won’t be going on any hunts anytime soon until you are 100% ready. You can help out with some of the research though”

You rolled your eyes, as if you didn’t already help with the research. You finished your food and said your goodbyes, Bobby probably heading back to bed for a nap, you left heading for church to see Priest Peter. He was a nice priest and you got to know him a bit with the visits you made.

You were stood outside the church on time at 9:30 when you friend Lena came up and you started heading in. Lena was lovely, you had met at your first church service and continues to go together ever since. You didn’t really see each other outside, but you grew close nonetheless. She was only a year older than you but sometimes it seemed like she was half her age. She like the rest of people outside your small family didn’t know it was your birthday, and you liked that.

“So (Y/N), did you hear Priest Peters gone away for a while?” she spoke grinning at you, unlike you she didn’t like Peter, said his voice made her want to sleep.

“What, how come? I didn’t hear anything” you replied completely confused.

“Yep, No one knows for sure, but I think it's something about a family member getting married in Australia.”

“So, do we have Marcus today then?” Marcus was as you called him jr Peter, he was still in training and followed Peter around like a lost dog.

“Must do” She replied smiling, she never said it but you could tell she liked Marus a lot more, you took your seats, you sat on the second row back always. It was good for the winter because it was next to a heater, and good for the summer because it was near an openable window. You and Lena sat and talked about pointless things until everyone had sat down and the service started.

The priest walked up, but it wasn’t Marcus or anyone you had ever seen before. It was a very attractive man. He had messy hair, and very short beard on his pale skin. He was slightly chubby and wearing the usual priest get up, but for some reason seemed slightly us of place. Your eyes were drawn to him, it was like you couldn’t look away.

“Good Morning. I am Father Crowley, and I will be covering for Peter whilst he is away at his sister’s wedding.” he spoke confirming Lenas rumor.

He had a beautiful English accent and managed to get everyone's attention without raising his voice. The service went on as usual, although you payed more attention to the man in front of you instead of his teachings of God. Before long, it was over, and you all got up to give blessings and mingle a bit before you were to go. After a while Lena had left having to go run an errand, and you were talking to an old woman you did the occasional job for who lived about 5 minutes away. Just as you finished your conversation and the women went out, your phone buzzed, and you pulled it out of your pocket. 10.45 am, and two new messages.

One from Sam “Morning (Y/N), Happy Birthday, hope you have a good day, me and Dean will try to visit soon, I found a book in the bunker library you will like.”

Another from Dean “Happy Birthday (N/N) good luck training today, have a good one. Me and Sammy will swing round in a couple weeks to check in and make sure Bobby’s not driving you too crazy. Be safe xx”

You smiled as you slid your phone away deciding to reply later. You had been close to the Winchesters after the accident, both becoming brothers to you, Dean was however much more protective of you then Sam was. You looked around and noticed you were the last to leave, as you turned towards the doors you noticed Father Crowley still stood there looking at you.

“Did you enjoy the service?” he asked casually walking over to you.

You hesitated a moment before replying with a simple “Yes”. You don’t know why but he made you feel slightly nervous, not in a bad way, but you couldn’t describe it. You noticed up close his eyes were a sort of green colour.

“Good, I’m new to holding services to be honest with you…”

“(Y/N)” you filled in the blank.

“(Y/N) what a lovely name. Do you always come to church (Y/N)?” He asked lingering on your name.

“Yes, Father every week” you replied composing yourself a little. “It seemed like you had done a thousand services before, I don’t think anyone noticed”

“Thank you, and please just call me Crowley, I’m not a big fan of the whole Father thing” he said smiling. “What were your thoughts on the passage read today?”

“I’m not sure. I think in some ways it………...but it seems a bit………” You gave your opinion and Crowley responded with a grin.

“I agree completely. Well I assume you will be here next week?”

“Yes, I will be, and you?”

“Peter will still be away so it will be me again for at least another 2 weeks. Would you perhaps like to meet up after service for coffee and discus some more of your views?”

“Sure, I would love to” you replied trying to hide your smile, “I better get going though, goodbye Crowley.”

“Until next time” he nodded as you left to go back home.

Meeting up next week? For coffee? You thought as you walked along the path. Okay (Y/N) don’t think to much into it, he just wants to talk about the service. Oh, why did I agree, I don’t want to sit and talk to a priest about the bible, although I do want to talk to this specific priest more. Why am I even worrying about it it’s not like it’s a date, can priests even date? I wouldn’t even want it to be, he seems nice and he is attractive, but if he can date he's probably already married he did seem a bit older. It's probably a group thing and he just invited me along to go with them, of course that makes sense.

You finally arrived though the front door and are greeted with the sound of yelling coming from in the house.

“…no, you idjit, you’re supposed to give them the second number if you want the FBI………. Just don’t mess up again your lucky I have common sense.” He put the phone down just as you walked in the room.

“What was that?” You asked sitting on a chair.

“The wheelers, giving out the wrong numbers again. Your back later than usual service run over?” He asked looking at his watch.

“No just stayed to chat a bit after, it was a new priest.”

“Ahh I see, well do you want to watch a film seeing as its your birthday we could go get some snacks and rent a movie?”

“No way, you’re not getting out of this one, you said we would train at noon, its 11:30. We can watch a film after.” You looked up at him and he frowned.

“I don’t know kid, maybe we should wait another year.”

“Nope no chance, I’m going to get changed and then we can start.” Bobby looked unimpressed so you added on a “Please.” Giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Fine all right, alright go change we can start today”

“Yay thank you” You yelled heading up the stairs to get changed.

A/N I don’t really know what a service looks like because i haven't been to one for ages, so apologise about that. Sorry if your names Lena as well don't worry show wont be mentioned much. Thank you for reading hope you enjoyed it. :D

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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☁ Drifting Away (Giotto) #02

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☁ Primo ✗ Curiosity ✗ Confusion ☁

“Boss – !” One of his men called, rushing into the office to make sure his precious boss had been left unharmed. “Should we go after them?”

The blonde shook his head, standing up from the leather chair. “No. I’ll handle it myself.”

“But – “

Before the man could protest, the blonde swept out of the office with the intent of looking for you. His cloak billowed behind him as he exited the building. The fact that you knew who he was, knew about the Vongola Famiglia… weren’t you just a teenager who had gotten lost? Why did your eyes widen in disbelief when you realized who he was? And why did you feel the need to run? Giotto surely had no intention of hurting you.

He wanted to know who you were and exactly what you knew. He had to find you.

Italy was a large place, but he doubted you could get too far on foot. Giotto didn’t know what it was, but his instinct was telling him that he had to find you. He was sure his men wouldn’t be too gentle if they were to search for you, as they proved in his office, and there was no point in involving his guardians when he could handle something so small by himself.

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You gasped for breath, leaning on a nearby stone wall for support; you were never very good with running. You were far too lazy for it despite being someone who had been trained so harshly under Reborn. If he could see you now, he’d probably shake his head, kick you in the rear and walk off.

‘What the hell is happening? It could have been Lambo’s 10-Year Bazooka, he’s always messing around with that thing, but…’ Doubt washed over you. The Bovino Family’s 10-Year-Bazooka switches whoever is hit with their self ten years in the future but you were clearly in the past. “Damn Lambo. Damn Giannini.” you huffed, glaring at the ground, “I’ll kill both of ’em.”

You had no proof that Giannini had upgraded the Bazooka and, in turn, screwed it up again – who could forget what happened to Gokudera?. And sure, you had no proof that Lambo had actually hit you with the thing, effectively sending you back in time – you didn’t remember being hit with it but it may have happened while you were asleep, but… what other explanation was there?

When Shouichi Irie brought Tsuna and the others to the future, the Bazooka was originally used to get them there. ‘Course, he used that damned machine of his after that, but the Bazooka was the original object used to get them there. Had someone gotten ahold of the device? No, that simply wasn’t possible. The Shouichi of your era was still just a kid and the future incident had been solved long ago, thanks to Yuni and Tsuna. She had given her life to make sure nothing like that ever happened again.

You were all alone.

No Tsuna. No Reborn. No Gokudera. No Yamamoto. No one.

Something suddenly dawned on you. The unfamiliar sights, the language you couldn’t understand… Giotto was Italian and his family lived in Italy… If he was here, then that meant…

“I’m in Italy!?” you exclaimed, bashing your head against the brick wall you had previously been leaning on. You fell backward onto the stone-cold pavement with a groan, your hand flying to your aching head. You closed your eyes to try and reduce the pain, “At least I know this isn’t a dream…”

Dreams didn’t physically hurt, right?

“It’s finally happened!” you exclaimed to the darkening sky. The sun had already halfway set, turning the sky a soft orange with strokes of purple. “Being around all these Italian Mafioso every day has finally destroyed what little sanity I had left! I’ve gone nuts!”

A chuckle reached your ears. “I believe it, the way you’re talkin’ to yourself!” you blinked up at the man that now stood over you, his feet at your head. “You alright, kid?” he held his hand out for you to take, and you hesitated before allowing him to pull you back up onto your feet. Whether it was the headache or the sudden rush of being pulled to your feet that made you stagger, you couldn’t be sure. It was probably a mix of both.

The man standing before you oddly resembled Iemitsu Sawada, Tsuna’s dad, with his blonde hair and friendly smile, welcoming attitude, and strong build, but.. wasn’t the Primo Tsuna’s great great great grandfather? The only difference was that this man didn’t have a beard and his eyes were a deep forest green with specks of brown. They also held a childish glint.

He held his hand out, a large smile on his face. “Italo Sawako.”

Well, the name was sort of the same. A distance cousin of Giotto’s, maybe?

“Er…” your hand was engulfed by his large, calloused hand. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, do you have a place to stay?”

“Not… really…”

“You can stay with me, then!” he grinned, grabbing your wrist and tugging you along. “By the way, how old are you, kid?”

“Eighteen,” you responded after muttering a ‘not really born yet’ under your breath.

“What’s an eighteen-year-old doing out here, alone, at night, with no place to stay?” he wondered.

You stared at the man’s suit covered back as your mind began to drift off. This was all just too weird, nothing made any sense to you. You had seen a lot of crazy-ass shit since you had met Reborn, but this definitely takes the cake. This was just downright ridiculous!

Italo glanced over his shoulder as you finally entered a large building where you assumed is where he lived. You were so out of it that you didn’t realize where the man had taken you until it was too late.

“There they are!”

“Ahh, shit,” you muttered, seeing the familiar black-clad men from earlier.

That’s when it finally clicked in your head. This man was obviously a member of the Vongola, especially if he somehow had ties to Iemitsu or Giotto. Damn it, your perfected ‘not-paying-attention-to-your-surroundings’ skill has screwed you over once again.

And so, you found yourself back in the Primo’s office, sitting on the leather couch situated in front of his desk. Italo was standing by the arm of the couch, on your left. His men were positioned outside the door, just in case you tried to run again.

“Tell me who you are.” It was a demand that left Giotto’s lips, but his tone was so soft and kind it almost didn’t sound like one.

“Errr…” What were you supposed to say? “I’m… affiliated with the Mafia.” Oh, that could work.

“Which family?”

“Vongola,” ‘Shit!’ you bit your lip, slamming your head against a mental wall. It had been an automatic response due to your pride and love of the family. It came out before you could stop it.

His eyes shifted to your bottom lip, which you were currently chewing on, before returning to your eyes. You refused to meet his piercing gaze.

“Really? I’ve never seen you around before, kid!” Italo grinned, looking down at you and setting his large hand on your shoulder, “You’re not Italian, either.”

“No. I’m half American, half Japanese,” you muttered under your breath, staring off to the side where a bookcase sat, taking up a little more than half of the wall.

Despite how low your voice had been, the Primo still managed to catch the words you uttered. “Italo,” he called, gaining the attention of the other blonde. His eyes never left your form as he spoke, “Can you excuse us?”

“Ah, sure thing, boss!” Italo grinned wider, patting your shoulder before leaving the room. Silence followed his departure and you found yourself reading the spines of the books to take your mind off of the crazy situation. You also made a mental note to kill Reborn if you ever managed to make it back home. You squirmed uncomfortably under his piercing gaze. It was like he could see right through you, like he was reading a book.

You honestly hated that look. It felt as if he could even read your thoughts and that annoyed you to no end. Giotto took in every breath you took and every move that you made – he was searching for something. If he did manage to figure out what was going through your head, you had no clue what fate would await you.

‘I am truly screwed,’

“You seem anxious,” he observed, “You said you were affiliated with the Mafia. In what way?”

You went to respond, prepared to use your ‘quick-lie’ talent, but he cut you off, his expression softening.

“You do not have to lie to me. It’s okay to tell me the truth.”

That tone… he acted as if he was talking to a mere child which, to him, you kind of were, but that’s beside the point. You scowled, biting your tongue to keep in the smart remark that wanted to run free, “You won’t believe me.”

“We will not know that until you tell me.”

You bit down on your lip once more, hard enough to draw blood. Your eyes stared down at the Vongola ring on your finger. Something that looked like recognition flashed through his eyes but disappeared seconds later, as if it was never there to begin with. How could you explain this without sounding like a total nut job? Your fists clenched tightly around your jeans, “I… I’m not… from this era.”

“Oh?” he leaned back in his chair, hands folded and one leg crossed over the other, “Explain.”

“I’m… from the future…” Why not try the truth? Who knows, maybe it will work out.

“The future?” His monotone voice never changed, making it harder for you to understand what the man was feeling or thinking.

“Yeah. I woke up and found myself in this era,” you stood up, walking over to the bookcase and running your hand across the spines. You could feel his eyes boring into your back and it made you uncomfortable. “I don’t know how or why I got sent to the past but I do know I’m going to kill that damned cow when I get back.” Your hand clenched into a fist and you huffed in announce.

Then realization hit you. Hard.

You had been there for well over five minutes. You weren’t returning to your era. Would you ever be able to get back? Your heart clenched at the thought of never seeing Reborn or Tsuna again.

Two hands landed on your shoulders, a wave of calm shooting through your body from the contact. “You’re very stressed out. I’ll put you up in a room for the night, and we can finish this discussion tomorrow after you’ve gotten some rest.”

“Sure…” you muttered, realizing just how tired both your mind and body were. Who knew being sent to the past would be so tiring? You couldn’t stop the questions that swirled around in your brain, though.

Would you ever get back to your own time period? Would you ever see Reborn and Tsuna again? Or would you be stuck in the past forever? What would become of you? Did Tsuna and the others even realize you were gone?

“Relax,” he whispered in your ear, his breath fanning over your neck. His hands slid down your arms, encircling your waist as darkness took over your mind. The feeling of being picked up was the last thing you registered before your mind completely shut down.

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edyacouky · 5 years

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DC Comics JayRoy Wedding (6/6)

Finally the last chapter. I hope you will like it.

Can be read on AO3

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“Lian, hurry up. Jason calls her. You will be late for your aikido class.

-I’m coming!

-Up, up Pumpkins.

-Don’t call me like that! Lian complains before rejoin Jason with her bag on her shoulder

-Did you put make up?” Jason ask her with a frown

She was only wearing eyeliner. The one Kori offer her for her last birthday with Roy and Jason’s agreement. That doesn’t bother them much that she wearing it but she doesn’t wear that usually for her sport class.

“No …

-Please, tell me it is not because of a boy. Jason sights while they quits their apartment. Or a girl. I am so not ready for that yet.

-You and Roy did tell me every day that I could talk to you about anything? Lian teases him

-Of course you can. She remembers while you grow up, your dad and me just becoming older.”

Lian laughs at that. They were quit their building and she wanted talk with Jason about the reason that makes her put make up today, but suddenly they were blinded by several camera flashes.

“What the …? Jason exclaims before placing himself in front of Lian to protect her

-Mister Todd! One journalist yells at him putting one micro against Jason’s face. Is it true you were amnesiac till recently?

-Is it true you are in relationship with Roy Harper?

-It is your daughter?

-Miss Harper! How do you feel having two dads? Does that trouble you?

-Enough!” Jason yells before entering in the building with Lian

They didn’t understand what happen to them when Jason’s phone rings followed by Lian’s phone.

“Your dad. Jason tells her

-Colin.” She said

They both pick up their phone before returning to their apartment.

“Jason! Roy exclaims. Are you and Lian alright?

-I suppose you said that cause of the horde of journalist in front of our building?

-Shit! They are there too? They were waiting for me down Queen’s building. I don’t know how but they know about you, about us.

-How they can know that?” Jason sights tired

Lian goes to her room while Jason tries understanding the situation with Roy.

“Lian! Are you alright? I didn’t success reach Jason.

-Oh, I see. I am your second choice. Lian jokes

-Don’t say that. You’re my favorite little sis. So are you alright?

-Well I don’t think I will go to my aikido class today with all the journalists in front of our home.

-You must be so disappointed. Colin teases her

-And how is Damian?

-Don’t know. Colin answer frustrated. I don’t have news from him since Tim and Kon’s wedding.

-Do you want me to beat him up?

-I am the big brother here.” Colin smiles tenderly

He really loves his little sister. When he thought he could have never meet her.

“No, no. If I remember correctly, you join our little family after me. So I am the big sister here.

-Yeah sure.

-So, do have I do beat Damian up?

-No! He is like that. Colin laughs. And I am big enough to beat him up myself if I have to.”

They both laugh.

“So, how did you know there was trouble? Lian finally ask

-I had to close the garage. At first some were clever enough to act like client but I suppose that doesn’t give them what they want. Colin sights

-Do you know what happen?

-Not really. Just that suddenly everyone in Gotham seems to know that Papa is alive for a moment now.

-Did you have someone talking about him before?

-Not that I remember. Did you?

-Neither do I.”

They sight.

“I am coming home. Colin finally said. I’m becoming crazy staying in my garage.”

Before Lian could ask him how he will pass the journalist, she heard Jason screams in the living room.

“You did what? … Shut the fuck up B! How dare you?! Who do you think you are? You bitch! … Shut the fuck up! I will talk to you how the fuck I want!”

At first Lian was scared he was talking to her father, but it seems when Lian discus with Colin, Jason hangs up with Roy to call Bruce.

“Lian? Are you still here?”

That may be awful for Bruce, but Lian was truly relieved that his fathers didn’t argue.

“Lian?

-I am still here. Sorry. Papa start screaming and he was with Dad on the phone …

-Did they argue? Colin asks worried

-No. Sound like Papa is with Bruce on the phone.

-Look, I’m going call Damian while I come to home, ok?

-Yeah ok.

-I see you soon.

-See ya.”

Despite what most of the member of her family or friend of family can say, Jason wasn’t violent in front of her. She barely heard him scream like he is screaming to Bruce right now and when he did it wasn’t always at her.

She remembers one time where she convinces Mar’i to throw her to the sky; all she gains was a broken leg and Jason screaming at her. Later, he excuse himself for the way he react but at the moment she was really scared and really understand what could have go wrong with her idea.

So every time she heard Jason scream like that, she could not help but worry. She hesitates between keep listen what Jason said and put her headphone on. Finally, curiosity took the better of her, and she keeps her ears to her door.

“I don’t fucking care about what you were thinking Bruce! I can’t even bring my daughter to her aikido class because of you! Yes it is your fault! Why did you do this?! Why didn’t talk to me about that before you ruin my life and my family’s life?! Oh, you think I exaggerate? Roy is stuck at Star City. Lian and I can’t go outside our apartment …

-And Colin has to close his garage! Lian adds angry at Bruce too if all of that it is because of him

-And Colin has to close his garage! My son can’t even work because of you! … Oh is it how you solve all yours problems?! You throw all your money around?! Well guess what? Fuck you and fuck your money! I don’t want anything from you! Forget me and my family and don’t try to contact us anymore!”

Then it was quiet. Lian doesn’t dare to move at first but she doesn’t want be alone and she want understand what is going on. When she arrives at the living room, Jason is sitting on the couch, his head on his hands.

A board creaked under Lian's foot, making Jason look at her.

“Come here, Princess.” Jason said open up his arms

She doesn’t hesitate anymore and hugs him. Jason kisses her forehead.

“I am sorry you stuck here. He said more calmly. And I'm sorry you heard me get carried away like that.

-That’s fine.

-No it is not.”

Jason never talks to her about his childhood, but Lian learned easily how Jason’s family was before Bruce has found him.

“That’s fine. She said again. And Colin will pass by here.

-I can’t believe he have to close his garage. How was he feeling?

-Annoyed but fine.

-Good. And you?

-Angry. What’s going on?”

Jason sights before answer her.

“Bruce is a stupid bitch.

-Language.

-I only said the true.

-What did he do?

-He decides that I should be legally alive. Why now and why he didn’t tell me, I don’t know.

-You are legally alive now?

-No. Jason admits. Apparently he was just asking some question to a friend of his and press learns that somehow.

-So … It is not really his fault.

-Yes it is. He should have to do this without asking me and he should have been more careful when he talk to his “friend”.

-But don’t you want to be legally alive again?”

Before Jason could answer her, Colin enters by one of their windows.

“One of the journalists disguises himself as a deliver pizza guy, so no matter how hungry you are don’t open. Oh! It is hug time?

-Yes. Here come on. Jason answers him hugging his son. How are you?

-Angry. I wanted repair Mrs. Garcia’s car today so she can go saw her grand-daughter.

-Will you have trouble with your client?

-No, don’t think so. When I explain them what’s going on most of them was nice.

-I’m sorry.

-Not your fault. When Dad will arrive?

-Not tonight that’s sure. Maybe tomorrow.”

They all stay quiet some minutes before Jason decides to make them popcorn while Lian and Colin choose a movie. It was better that fight every journalist who come knock at their door.

Later, Colin and Lian were talking in old Colin’s room.

“What did Damian told you? Lian asks

-He admits that he is the one who convinces Bruce to do this.

-What? Why?

-Apparently because of a conversation he heard between Papa and Dad at Tim and Kon’s wedding.

-What conversation?

-Don’t know. I was mad at him because he didn’t tell me. Colin admits a little embarrassed. We pass the night together that night.

-Too much information. Lian grins

-That wasn’t like that. Colin blushes visibly lying

-You’re a big boy. You can do whatever you want. Dad and Papa don’t tell anything about you having sex or being a vigilante. Lian pouts more seriously

-You’re kidding, right? They give me a lecture about that every time they saw me. I am pretty sure they threaten Damian too, even if neither of them wants admits it.

-Really? I never saw them talking about that?

-I was never there when they explain to you the bee and the bird, wasn’t I? Neither I was here every time they talk to you about being a vigilante.”

Lian thought about that then admits she doesn’t remember Colin being here.

“That’s weird. Why do they do that?

-Well I suppose it is embarrassing enough as conversation without witness so with it. And like that they are two against one. Colin jokes

-That’s not fair. Lian answers seriously

-Don’t you worry, Little Lili. I will always be at one call aways.

-Yeah. Thank you for being here tonight. She said

-Don’t worry about that. And if I can confess you something, I didn’t want be alone tonight.

-Because of the press or because of Damian?”

Colin looks really upset suddenly there were tears in the corner of his eyes, Lian wanted to apologize for asking but unexpectedly they heard the front door open. The three of them quit their room to see who dare enters in their apartment without permission.

“Stay in your room.” Jason orders but neither of them listens

They stay silent when they realize who was there.

“Not everyone at the same time. Roy smiles before they hug him

-What are you doing here? Jason asks. I didn’t expect you till tomorrow at best.

-Well, I may not be a bat with your excessive training but I know how to disguise myself. And Oliver has a private jet too.”

He kisses Jason tenderly before kissing his children’s forehead. And he knew he did the good choice when he saw tears on Colin and Jason’s eyes. Only Lian look solid enough but he knows her.

“How did you pass the journalist? Lian ask him

-They are almost gone and Mrs. Nisard let me enter by her window. Look, what if we all do a sleepover. We could sit on the couch in front of a movie while eating ice cream.

-Sound like a plan.” Jason said putting a smile for his children

Finally they open their couch so it becomes a bed for the four of them, and Lian feels asleep before the end of the movie.

~*~

When she wakes up again, it was still dark outside and her fathers weren’t there.

“Hope they don’t argue. She groans half asleep

-Worse. Colin murmurs and it is only at this moment that she sees he was wake up too

-What do you mean? She asks when she realize that there is crying from her fathers’room. Is that … Is that Papa?

-It will be alright. Colin assures her but he looks depressed too

-Why did he cry? Is it because he didn’t want to adopt us? She asks panicked

-What? Why did you say that?

-He always said he can adopt us because he is legally dead, now he will be legally alive. He can adopt us. We can officially become a family. So why does he cry? Doesn’t that make him happy?

-You know that Jason loves you, loves us. Why do you think he doesn’t want adopt us?

-He cries while he should be happy.

-That’s not that simple. He doesn’t have any control of the situation. How will you feeling if suddenly Dad or Papa telling one of your secret at the press without warn you and it is impact your family?

-Awful. Lian concedes

-He is just feeling like that. But soon when he will have control of the situation again, he will be happy, ok?

-Ok.

-Here. Come here. Colin said hugging her. Everything will be alright.

-With you and Damian too?” She can’t help but ask

She loves them and wants them to be happy.

“Don’t worry about that.” Colin said with finality and Lian doesn’t said anything more

It wasn’t the first time Damian hides something from Colin. But this time it was too much and things have to change.

~*~

The next weeks weren’t that good either. The journalists were still there and they have to keep living as usually. Every day there were photo of them and the Waynes on almost every magazine. Even police and child protection service come to their home. They wanted take Lian with them. Only the fact that she was Roy’s biological daughter and they can’t found an evidence of abuse or negligence, stop them.

After that, Jason didn’t listen to Roy and goes to Wayne Manor to confront Bruce. And things become worse when Bruce have a heart attack while Jason copiously insults him.

At the hospital, all the members of the family that living at the manor had to confess to the other that they knew for some years now, that Bruce has cardiac problem. And this attack wasn’t the worse they have to witness. They had try force him to retire many time before but Bruce never listen to them.

“I am sorry. Jason keeps saying while crying to his father when he finally wakes up

-Shh. That’s fine. Bruce assures him. I would have said worst things to someone who could have make me lose one of my children. I understand why you say that.

-Well I don’t know what Jason tells you. Dick said crying too. But you are a stupid stubborn asshole, B! Why didn’t you retire?

-Because I am not good enough. Damian answer instead of Bruce

-That’s not that. Bruce said like they already had this conversation

-You should also retire from Wayne Enterprise. Tim adds. Damian and I can take over.

-God you want take everything from me. What I am suppose do to my day then? Bruce asks more for his children to calm down than have an answer

-You could play with me. Helena answers with the frankness of his ten years. We could have tea party and plays on the pool.

-That will be nice. Selina said. And if your father stop being stubborn, you could do that many years.”

When he saw the sparkling look full of hope of his daughter, Bruce sighs and said:

“I will think of what you all said.

-Where comes from your stubbornness, I will never know.” Alfred sighs

In the end, Bruce has to letting gone of Batman. He wasn’t happy that Damian takes his burden, but Damian has a fair point.

“Damian, I just don’t want have you to support this burden. Ask to Dick how he was feeling while being Batman. I never want that to impose that to any member of my family.

-Father, do you really believe you would have this family without Batman? Please. Like Mother or Kyle would take an interest of you without Batman. You would never have adopt Grayson, neither Todd nor Cain. Without Robin, Drake would have never talked to you. No need to talk about Thomas or Row, like you would know that they exist without Batman.

-Damian …

-Father. Batman wasn’t imposing to us. We were imposing to you because of Batman.”

~*~

They also found a way to make Jason legally alive again without any bad impact on their family��s life. It’s taking three years. They have to deal with Ethiopia’s police, Gotham’s police, insurance who claim Jason owe them money.

Three years after they were attacked by journalist, they finally could have a normal life, as normal a vigilante life can be.

This day, Jason celebrates that with his family and friends at the Wayne manor. This night, Jason celebrates that with only Roy on their bedroom.

Roy was kissing Jason’s neck making him moan while they move their hips.

“You know what I was thinking? Roy asks

-No. Tell me. Jason answers while he tries take off Roy’s vest but Roy doesn’t let him do it

-At something nice I could do on my knees.

-I would like to see that very much.

-I hope so.”

Jason frowns a little by Roy’s attitude. He looks so insure of himself. And despite his world and act, not at what they doing. But keep smiling at him and kissing his body on his clothes while putting one knee on the floor.

Jason was expecting Roy to open his jeans, not him searching something on his pocket vest.

“What the …?”

Roy shows him a ring.

“Jason Peter Todd, son of Willis Todd, Catherine Johnson, Sheila Haywood and Bruce Wayne.

-Fuck. You are the worst. Jason murmurs astonished

-Would you accept to marry me?

-Yes. Fuck. Yes.

-Really?

-Yes really! Give me the ring.

-As you wish.”

Roy smiles wildly while a put the ring on Jason’s finger. They kiss fiercely while laughing. Jason knows he was stupid but he can’t stop looking at his engagement ring. It was beautiful.

“Well if you still want it, there is another nice thing I could do on my knees. Roy said and this time he opens Jason’s jean

-I feel like I should suck you out. You buy me a ring, after all.

-Well, if you want pleasure me, be as loud as you want. Lian is at Colin’s so we don’t have to fear traumatizing her.

-They knew. Jason realize

-They help me choose the ring too. Roy admits while putting on his knees. So tomorrow don’t hesitate tell them if you like it.

-Promise.” Jason whispers before they stop talking about their children for the night

~*~

When Colin brings back Lian, they both yell ecstatic when they see the ring.

“You really ask him!

-Of course I did. I tell you I will do it.

-Yeah but you was looking so unsure.

-Do you like the ring?

-I love it. It’s beautiful.”

When they announce it to their family, Alfred makes appear from nowhere a huge workbook containing ideas for their marriage.

“Finally.” He just said without explain since when he have it.

At first, the preparation doesn’t progress because all Roy and Jason want was go sign the paper at the city hall. But their family doesn’t let them do it .Then Roy said the magic world.

“The theme Pride & Prejudice is really good. We should do that.

-We’re not serious. Jason said perplexed

-I know you enough for not joke about Pride & Prejudice, Jason.

-Why do you want to have a wedding in this theme?

-Well first, you love that. Second even if I never read the book, I like the movie and the mini-series. Third, that would be fun wear costume wherein we will not die. Fourth, Alfred had planned an archer activity that goes to with this theme.

-You’re kidding me? Alfred had planned an archer activity in the manor?

-Not in the manor. If we want do this we have to book another place.

-Hm.

-But if you want we marry in Wayne manor …

-No. I know Bruce will let us but … I would prefer we have our Pride & Prejudice wedding with your archer activity without provoke a heart attack to Alfred.”

Till this moment, they take really pleasure planning everything even if it wasn’t always fun. They argue for days about the color of the candle, for example. But what Alfred had prepared them was really helpful and they have their wedding before Roy is forty years old.

~*~

The place that they book was beautiful, with enough room for the guests. It has also a beautiful driveway where they come on carriage. It has also a lake that was more than welcome when the Arrow Family decides play with flaming arrows.

Everybody plays the game to wears dress like the fashion of 1800’s. It was really fun when they dance on modern music in their outfit.

When people ask to Roy which moment of his wedding he prefers, he answer that was the first dance as husbands.

They choose a song popular in 1800’s and do a traditional dance. It looks a little stilted. But during their entire dance, Roy was looking to anyone else but his husband. Life wasn’t easy with them and things will not go suddenly smoothly. But they had each other and together they could do anything. He was feeling no fear, no worries. And when they finish dancing and they kiss again, he will not lie and admit he takes that has a preview of their extraordinary honeymoon.

When people ask to Jason which moment of his wedding he prefers, he answer that was when he throw away his bouquet.

Only Jason has a bouquet and they choose one that will take some characteristic of each bouquet Jason had catch in the past. And he swears he did aim to anyone, he was just joking about his legacy that has to go on. No one really believes him. Because it was Colin who catch the bouquet. And a so comedy romantic way. Colin didn’t expect it. He didn’t take attention of this. And when suddenly he saw the bouquet, he jumps and almost falls on the ground. But he didn’t. Because Damian catch him in his arms before that.

Jason has to support the joke about his future wedding for seventeen years. He was hoping his son wouldn’t wait as much as him.

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52. Last Rites, Pt.1

Many Years Ago. (A man rides his horse frantically across the desert. He is being pursued by another man riding a flying carpet. Soon, the first man reaches his destination entering a small hovel in the middle of the desert.) Emir: “Help! He's coming, my prince! He's coming! We need your help! (Panting:) Please, sir. Our kingdom is in great danger. We need the Savior.” (The Savior kneels on the floor, his hand shaking.) Oracle: “I'm sorry. He's not seeing anyone today.” Emir: “What's wrong with him? (Suddenly there is a gust of wind and the man in black enters:) Jafar. Please! No!” (Jafar uses his staff to choke and then vaporise Emir.) Jafar: (Addressing the man on the floor:) “Pathetic. The great Savior... hiding. This is a sad day, indeed.” Oracle: “Please... don't hurt him.” (Jafar uses his magic to send the Oracle hurtling into the wall, knocking her out.) Jafar: “I heard, but I had to come see for myself. Look at the great Aladdin now. And to think you could have escaped this fate.” Aladdin: (Weakly) “If you're gonna kill me... just get it over with.” (Stands.) Jafar: “No, not a chance. I want to savor this. Do you remember when we first met? You were nothing but a common thief. But you had honor. Despite what you did to me. The irony's delicious. (Begins to circle Aladdin:) It took becoming a hero for you to completely come apart. But that's what always happens to Saviors, isn't it? It's the fate of Saviors. You give and give... and give... and for what? They pick the fruit, they cut the branches, and all that's left is this... shaky stump. That's why you never, ever hear these words about a Savior. ‘They lived happily ever after.’ (Chuckles:) Do take care, Aladdin.” (Jafar leaves as Aladdin’s hand begins to shake once more.)

Storybrooke. Present. Main Street. (Regina, Emma, Henry and the Charmings are stood beside the clock tower as Hades approaches.) Emma: “Get behind me, kid.” (Stands in front of Henry.) Hades: “Oh, I didn't summon you to hurt you. I came for your... (Sighs:) Wow, this is hard. Help.” David: “What could you possibly want our help with?” Hades: “Simple. When Zelena didn’t arrive for our date, I went to look for her and found this.” (Holds up a piece of parchment.) Regina: (Steps forward and takes it. Opens and reads it:) “No.” (Regina hands the parchment to Emma.) Emma: (Reads it:) “Zelena, she's been kidnapped by Gold and Pan.” Hades: “They're asking for a meeting tomorrow morning.” Emma: “Gold wants you to tear up the contract for his unborn child.” Regina: “So, do it. I just got my sister back. I'm not going to lose her now.” Hades: “Neither will I. I'll give them what they want, but I know the Stiltskins and their tricks. They're not gonna keep their word. Not unless I have an ace up my sleeve.” Regina: “Luckily for you, you’ve got one.” Hades: “I'm sorry. You've been Zelena's doting sister for all of what, three hours? No.” Regina: “Who's going to be more motivated than me?” Hades: (Turns to face Emma:) “Emma.” Emma: “What? Why?” Hades: “If Zelena gets out of this alive, I'm prepared to offer you a deal. If you help me save her, I'll send the Underworld and all of its inhabitants back where it belongs. So, what do you say, Savior?” Granny’s Diner. Morning. (Hades hangs a sign in the door of Granny's, stating the diner is closed until further notice. He then shuts the blinds.) Hades: “Show yourself.” (Gold and Peter Pan poof into the diner, Peter Pan holding onto Zelena. Hades turns to face them.) Peter Pan: “Glad to see you followed instructions and came alone.” Hades: “Zelena.” Zelena: “I tried to stop them, but...” (Holds up her left hand which has the magic blocking cuff on.) Hades: “It's not your fault, it's theirs.” Mr. Gold: “Oh, is that so? Because we wouldn't be here if you'd ripped up that contract when I asked you to.” Hades: (Magically produces the contract:) “You didn't have leverage.” Mr. Gold: “And now I do. So, you stand there and don't move, except to rip up that contract. Then you get the witch.”

Hades: (Rips up the contract:) “There. Now give her back.” Mr. Gold: “Oh, you can have her back.” Peter Pan: “But we didn't say anything about her heart, did we? You see, my body is ready to walk the earth again. Except for one thing. A living heart. So, if you don't mind.” (Raises his hand.) Zelena: “My heart has got a protection spell on it.” Peter Pan: “You may be good at magic, but we're better.” (Peter Pan goes to remove Zelena's heart, but he is suddenly blasted back by a white jet of magic from Emma, who has entered through the back.) Emma: (Walks towards Hades:) “You sure about that?” Hades: “I was beginning to think you couldn't get in.” Emma: “Locks don't bother me much.” Hades: “No, but something else is. (Emma looks to him:) We’ll talk after Zelena is free.” Emma: (Nods. To Pan and Gold:) “He ripped up the contract like you wanted, so leave.” Peter Pan: “Since when does the Savior answer to the king of death?” Emma: “Since he's the one who can send the Underworld back where it belongs.” Mr. Gold: “You picked the wrong team to back, Ms. Swan. You won't get what you want from him.” Emma: “Really? Because you just did, which is making me wonder why you're still here.” Mr. Gold: “Yeah, I suppose you have a point.” (Poofs away.) Peter Pan: “Rumple.” Zelena: “Looks like your little boy only came for what he wanted.” Emma: “I don't think you're gonna be that lucky.” (Peter Pan scoffs, releases Zelena and poofs away also.) Hades: “Zelena. (Walks up to her and removes the cuff:) Are you all right?” Zelena: “You tore up that contract for me. I didn't think you'd do it.” Hades: “When will you believe I'd do anything for you?” Zelena: (Chuckles:) “I think I'm getting there. (They share a true love's kiss and Hades gasps as his heart re-starts:) Is that?” Hades: “My heart. It's beating.” (They kiss again, but are interrupted by a rumble.) Emma: “What the hell was that?” Hades: (Exhales deeply:) “My banishment. It's over. I can finally leave the Underworld behind me for good.” Emma: “First things first. I held up my end of the deal. Now it's your turn. Return the Underworld to where it belongs.”

Mr. Gold’s Shop. (Mr. Gold enters the back of the shop to where Belle is sleeping under the curse. As he attempts to waken her with true love's kiss, the shop bell sounds. He then hears a ‘whoosh’ sound and walks back into the main part of the shop. Seeing nothing, Mr. Gold returns to the back to see Peter Pan standing over Belle.) Peter Pan: “She may not accept you for who you are, but I will. Despite your rude abandonment of me earlier.” Mr. Gold: “Touching, Papa. Yes, abandonment hurts, doesn't it? But with the contract gone, I only care about one thing...” Peter Pan: “Yes, and I'd love to be a part of all that. But that's going to be quite difficult since I didn't get the heart you promised me.” Mr. Gold: (Laughs:) “Oh, there's the man I remember. Always thinking about what's in it for himself.” Peter Pan: (Chuckles:) “There's something in it for you, too. (Magically produces a black box:) Pandora's Box. (Before Gold can do anything, Peter Pan waves his hand over the box, opens it and traps Belle inside:) You can have her back in exchange for a heart. Otherwise, when Hades returns the Underworld to its rightful place, your wife and child are coming with me. So, do we have a deal? Tick, tock.” The Library. (The group are gathered to discus the removal of the Underworld from Storybrooke.) Henry: “What about Operation Firebird? We can't let the Underworld go without helping the people trapped there.” Regina: “They were trapped here because of Hades. Who, fortunately for them, will no longer be a resident.” Hades: “She's right. The Underworld will function as it was meant to... A place for people to deal with their unfinished business without anyone getting in their way.” Henry: “Yeah. But a lot of the people still don't even know what their unfinished business is.”

(The door opens, and Robin Hood enters, carrying baby Hood.) Robin Hood: “What's going on?” David: “Great. You got our message.” Robin Hood: (Points at Hades:) “What is he doing here?” Zelena: “Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna let our darling daughter see her mummy?” Robin Hood: (Confused:) “Regina.” Regina: “It's okay, Robin. As hard as this is to believe, he’s actually helping us.” Hades: “We both want the same thing... To be rid of the Underworld.” David: “It's true.” Zelena: “True love’s kiss restarted Hades’ heart. He can leave the Underworld.” Robin Hood: “True love’s kiss? Who- (Robin finally notices Hades and Zelena holding hands:) Er... well, then what are you waiting for?” Zelena: “Boy Scout's got a point.” Hades: (Scoffs:) “Returning the Underworld is not a case of simply snapping my fingers. It took of the power of the Darkness to bring it to Storybrooke to begin with. It’ll take time.” Regina: (To Henry:) “In the meantime, we can still help people. Robin, give the baby to Zelena.” Robin Hood: “Are you mad?” Regina: “You’ve been the one telling me to believe in Zelena. (Turns to look at her sister:) We can trust her.” Robin Hood: “Maybe so, but He is another matter.” Regina: “Trust me. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think it was safe. Hades and Zelena are together now, we have to believe in both of them.”

(Robin hesitates before kissing Baby Hood's head and passing her to Zelena.) Zelena: (Stops in front of Regina:) “Thank you.” (They hug. Zelena and Hades leave the library with the baby as Regina turns to Robin.) Regina: “Are you okay?” Robin Hood: (Sighs:) “I just... I need a moment. (Walks behind a couple of bookshelves and tries to compose himself. Then, he stiffens when he hears the floor creak:) Who's there?” (Turns around to face Gold.) Mr. Gold: “It's just me, Dearie. Don't worry. You'll remember none of this.” (Mr. Gold rips Robin's heart from his chest.)

#sq #swanqueen #swan queen

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acakaos-archived · 7 years

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What is F*rf*r like? Like what did he do against you? If it's not too personal I'm just curious on what all of this is like

(sorry if I messed up your exact words but I accidentally deleted the ask while trying to save as draft for easier editing, so I had to send a new one to myself lol)

Alright, I’ll answer this one with some of my experiences that I’m willing to put in public. These definitely aren’t all of them and aren’t the worst, but his abuse was very interesting in that it was partially motivated by my involvement with Nyarlathotep and provided a turning point a while back into lovecraftian work being my main focus. Disclaimer that everything I say about Fur/fur and other spirits is only upg, and it is only my upg that the entity I interacted with was indeed the “real” one rather than a fake.

Actual answer under the cut for rape and other abuse mentions.

I actually only began working with him very recently, a little under two years ago. His bullshit began early on, but I persisted until he finally did something that caused me to get out.

You’ll see when you research him that he’s known to be a bit of a liar. There was very little he ever told me that was the truth and nothing that was the entire truth. He’s very manipulative, loves persuasion and emotional manipulation as well as politics. When I was with him, it really did seem like he was a nice guy deep down and it wasn’t until I had some distance that I fully understood how he’d been working me. Misunderstood fallen angel my ass.

So even though he loved to come in with a boom and flash, a very dramatic and theatrical guy, he wasn’t one of those goetics with an obvious bad streak. He was a charmer and worked through that rather than pure intimidation. He was also fond of forcing emotional attachments as a way to make you feel you could never leave him. Many gifts to keep you feeling indebted and like you’re gaining a great deal from the relationship, although for me personally there was very little real substance to his teachings. A lot of seduction will go on if you let him, and most likely it’ll go on even if you don’t. I wasn’t looking to leave him early on so it wasn’t too bad although he was still definitely manipulating me. It was still abuse, just lowkey whenever he didn’t feel threatened.

Unfortunately he did feel threatened quite often. This was mostly from Nyarlathotep, which does make sense. I had worked with Ny for longer, had more attachments to him, and he was significantly better in everything that Fur/fur could do. In my opinion goetics aren’t terribly high in the grand scale of things. Eldritch deities can be and that one was the top of the ladder, so there was no *real* reason to be working with Fur/fur from a business perspective. Fur/fur failed to look at things from anything but a purely power-grabbing perspective, honestly it was as though he didn’t believe other motivations were possible at the heart of things, so he felt very, very threatened by me working with others. He was jealous of earthern deities as well and tried to manipulate me often into cutting ties with them, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as with Ny.

Don’t get me wrong, Nyarlathotep was abusive as fuck. Along with his nature this came from a lot of past dealings before this life that I had no knowledge of at the time, while Fur/fur was just a dick. One of the differences between them which showed a lot of Fur/fur’s character was how often they bluffed. A great deal of Fur/fur’s threats were…. not really threats. He couldn’t actually go through with them or had no intentions of doing so. I’ve actually noticed this with a lot of goetics. With Ny on the other hand, he’d be manipulative af but also entirely serious about whatever he said - says he’ll block me from astral travel? Goodbye astral. Casually suggests not allowing me to eat? Suddenly there’s a massive sore in my mouth that stops me from eating without extreme pain. If straight up murder of other spirits would propel me into a state that would move along his plans, he’d do it without hesitation. The point of this post is Fur/fur, but dealing with the two of them simultaneously taught me a lot about judging bluffs and laughing in their faces.

So Fur/fur is feeling very threatened by this big bad eldritch god and looking to do anything he can to keep me in. That threatened jealously should not be happening with anyone, but a goetic demon that’s as big and powerful as they brag about certainly shouldn’t stress so much about losing a single follower. Not only that, but a follower who expressed no desire to leave until he began caging me. All of it was highly suspicious.

A lot of things went down, most I won’t discus here. He tried to create an emotional dependence through rape. Didn’t work. So then he attaches a series of energetic spies and tethers along with a love curse. It didn’t work quite as well as intended, but now I had this intense feeling of need without knowing why (I knew he’d done something to me, but wasn’t able to see the energetic specifics until later). I would not be surprised if he did similar things to other people, or if other goetics ever pulled tricks along those lines. It took me a few months of intense energy working with Ny before I could entirely remove all the gunk on my own, but that didn’t happen until after I left Fur/fur.

The final straw happened when he threatened to abuse and murder a young child I was very attached to. Yes, you read that low shit right. And it was a nonphysical spirit, so if it hadn’t been a bluff he would have been entirely capable of things not possible with physical humans. Needless to say this did not go down well with me. If you know anything about me you might expect me to say that I retaliated hard. And I did. I did not take that bullshit kindly, believe me.

There was no telling what Fur/fur would have further done now that I entirely left him, so I immediately came crawling to Ny after that and worked out a deal for protection against him. Got myself a shoggoth that was very specifically trained to harass ones like Fur/fur, but that itself is another story. This leaving happened only a bit over a year ago and that’s the moment when I really started to put eldritch gods over my kemetic practice and began to make it my center. GG Fur/fur, you really retained a follower there.

I have come across Fur/fur again since then on my own accord, and as you could see earlier I left him once again for attempted manipulation. He gave me no reasons to think he would not repeat our old patterns and I wasn’t interested in giving him a second chance. Our situation is a little like a restraining order except instead of worrying about me calling the cops he has a shoggoth hunting him down if he gets within a certain distance, and that’s not including what my own protections would do if he got even closer.

So, in my experience Fur/fur gets your guard down because you expect his abuse to come in a big flashy storm, when in reality it’s subtle and based on you liking him. He also does not work well with any others around you and prefers that you be caged to him to prevent any leaving or distance. And he’s very likable even when you know exactly what tricks he is pulling. I’m sure others have had different or better experiences and perhaps he has used entirely different methods on others, but this is the general overview of his bullshit that I can personally warn you about.

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(Fanfic) All That We Are - Chapter Six

Title: All That We Are

Chapter: 6/12

Rating: M

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Summary: There wasn’t any real need to find out whether or not they were soulmates if they were both sure of the answer. But Yata’s answer was different from Fushimi’s, and that was just another of the dividing points they couldn’t reconcile.

Note: Once again, thank you to my wonderful betas, @dropletons and @candylit for their hard work and for not giving up on me over the course of writing this fic! You guys rock!

A large part of this fic takes place behind the scenes of certain canon events. Whenever it’s material outside of the anime (season one, Missing Kings, and Return of Kings), I’ll try to provide notes stating which materials are referenced. The fic should still stand decently without reading those things, but certain parts will make more sense in context.

Chapter Note: This chapter contains a reference to the first chapter of the K: Countdown manga, which takes place between Missing Kings and Return of Kings. It also refers back to something that happened in the drama cd, If There Was Homra (text translation here and audio here), set between season one and Missing Kings.

It wasn’t the flawless red of Anna’s fresh Sword of Damocles that stuck out in Fushimi’s mind hours later, though the lingering memory of fire blazing up through the scar at his collar hadn’t quite faded despite everything. He lifted his fingers from the keyboard of his laptop and reached up to slide them under the edge of his shirt reflexively, giving the mark a half-hearted scratch as his thoughts wandered.

It was early in the afternoon, sunlight pouring in through the large windows, but the working office space at Scepter 4 was conspicuously empty. In point of fact, Fushimi was the only one who had ignored Awashima’s instruction to sleep while there was opportunity, leaving any non-emergency tasks to those outside of the Special Operations Squad.

Even with Homra on the verge of piecing themselves back into an active clan, things were likely to stay busy. If he didn’t take the opportunity to catch up with the reports that had been piling up, he’d be annoyed with himself later.

Besides that, it was unlikely that he’d be able to sleep right then.

Fushimi’s fingers stilled, though he didn’t pull them back. His mind kept taking him back to the same point in time. The moment when Misaki had looked at him without bitterness – without anger, without desperation – but with an uncharacteristic hesitance and uncertainty, as if he didn’t know where the twisted remains of their relationship stood either. Not the sparkling eyes of their early days, not the blend of fury and bitterness he’d gotten used to in those years of separation, and certainly not the dull weariness from recently. The feeling this look had stirred up was a lot like the restlessness that had been plaguing Fushimi since he’d started on this path, but far more compelling – as if all of his instincts were calling out for some action, but his brain couldn’t – or wouldn’t – comprehend what it was. The whole thing was unnerving. He didn’t want to acknowledge it.

Misaki had been lively again – maybe not quite as carefree as before, but he’d still greeted his comrades with unrestrained enthusiasm, and rather than being annoyed by that, Fushimi felt as if some huge uneasiness he’d been carrying unknowingly had settled.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure what to make of that. It was baffling, and that was making him agitated. Unconsciously, his fingers dug in a little deeper, drawing out a sharp sting.

“Fushimi.” Awashima’s crisp voice intruded on that moment of inner reflection. Fushimi looked up as she stepped across the room toward him, pulling his hand back. She raised an eyebrow at him when their eyes met. “Didn’t I tell you earlier that we’re off duty for the rest of the day?”

He clicked his tongue. “I can’t sleep when it’s this light out.”

“I see.” She crossed her arms, studying him critically. “You realize that the purpose of a break doesn’t necessarily need to be sleep?” Without waiting for an answer, she added, “Have you eaten?”

Fushimi narrowed his eyes at her, frowning back. “Have you?”

He expected a weary sigh and a reprimand of some sort, so he was surprised when her face softened into a rueful smile instead. “I suppose that’s a fair point.”

The unexpected honesty robbed him of a proper response. Fushimi hesitated for a moment, eyeing her warily. He’d worked closely with Awashima on a number of occasions, but they’d rarely spoken on a personal level. Not that he went out of his way to speak on a personal level with anyone – he hadn’t come to Scepter 4 to make friends – but Awashima was not the prying type in the first place, unlike certain others he could name. She was more than competent at what she did, possessing the ability to efficiently draw out the strengths of any given unit when the situation called for it. That fact alone made her tolerable to work with and for, despite the occasional annoyance.

At that moment, she was addressing him casually.

Somehow it put him at ease, though he wasn’t sure why. Fushimi tapped his finger on the side of his laptop, uncertain what to make of this conversation. “Did you come here for a reason or are you just checking to see if you could catch someone who snuck in to get work done?”

She raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t comment on the mild swipe he’d taken. “As a matter of fact, I came here looking for a few overdue reports.” Another wry smile. “Considering how things have been, it’s possible they were finished and not submitted.”

That was convenient, considering what he was working on – and it provided an easy way to bring this back into comfortable territory. Fushimi faced forward again, reaching out to tap the stack beside him as he eyed his laptop screen. “Tell me which ones you want, and we’ll find out how lucky you are.”

There was a brief, startled pause, and then she dutifully recited a list.

“The first, I’ve already processed.” Fushimi indicated his ‘done’ pile. “The second isn’t written yet, as far as I know – check with Kamo when he’s back. The third and fourth are in here somewhere.” He tapped his stack again. “The fifth is too, but I wouldn’t count on it being ready, since Domyoji is the one in charge of that case. Odds are, it’ll need a lot of revisions.”

Awashima made a slightly impatient noise. “I’m not sure if that boy will ever grow up,” she observed in a murmur. “Well, no matter.” Striding around the table, she pulled out the chair on the other side, opening the work laptop in front of her. “Since you’ve gathered the reports, I might as well assist you with the processing.”

Fushimi blinked at her, once again taken aback. Awashima rarely sat with them in the work room, usually busy supervising the various operations of Scepter 4 or serving as Munakata’s second under an official capacity. When he worked with her, she was more often in command of an operation for which she’d chosen to utilize his particular skillset. Processing the completed reports of the Special Operations Squad had generally been his task when he wasn’t in the field.

She raised another eyebrow at him. “I also have a vested interest in making sure this work is done, Fushimi. With two people, we’ll finish sooner.” Her other eyebrow joined the first. “Unless, of course, you have some complaint about the quality of my work?”

What kind of question is that? He clicked his tongue. “I hope you’re not expecting me to answer that.”

Her expression softened again into a smile. “I’ll let it pass this once. Here.” She lifted about half of his stack and set them beside her instead. “Let’s get started.”

The atmosphere was still and peaceful as they worked. Awashima, as it turned out, was quiet and focused, unlike several others who seemed to feel the need to fill the silence with inane chatter. The soft, rapid patter of their mingled typing kept the air from growing awkwardly stilted, and their respective stacks began to lower with an efficient speed.

He was in the process of reaching for the final report in his stack when the sound of a PDA buzzing made him pause. In the split second that it took him to confirm that it wasn't his, Awashima had pulled the device from her coat. "Sorry," she said to him, rising from her seat and moving toward the back of the room before answering. "Awashima."

There was a brief pause, and then he heard her sigh. "You could have said something earlier." Another break, and then, "So I understood. But still..." The words trailed off, and then she made a small, amused sound. "There's nothing to thank me for. Scepter 4 was protecting its own interests." Another pause, and he could hear the smile in her voice when she responded. "I intend to. Is that all?" After only a short moment, she added, "Then please give my regards to your new King. Goodbye."

Ah. Not that he couldn't have guessed who it was based on the tone, but that last bit confirmed it. "You're still trading intel even now?" he commented when she returned to her seat.

"Nothing has changed in that respect," she confirmed, without batting an eye.

Nothing, huh? Fushimi frowned at her, hesitating for just a moment before going ahead with the question that had come immediately to mind. "You and Kusanagi-san aren't soulmates, are you?"

She stared at him, obviously taken aback by his directness, and then sighed. "That's a bold question." Her voice was dry. "Well, I suppose it’s natural that something like this would come up. As a matter of fact, we don't have that kind of relationship." A corner of her mouth turned up. "Not that the possibility hasn't occurred to me."

The candid admission had him furrowing his brows. "You two have talked about it?"

"That's not necessary." Awashima shook her head, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat. "We share something of an understanding as the second in command of two traditionally opposed clans. It would be pointless to even discuss such a thing as long as that reality remains." She offered him a small, rueful smile. "I'm sure he's as aware as I am that our compatibility may be high enough, but we have responsibilities that won't allow for it."

The simple, pragmatic explanation was strangely unsatisfying. Fushimi felt his frown deepen without knowing what it was that unsettled him. Was it that easy a decision to make, to not pursue a soulmate connection with someone who seemed like a likely match? And... traditionally opposed clans? The intricate sword mark at the back of Munakata's neck came immediately to mind as he considered that response. He wondered if she knew about it.

If it signified what he thought it did, what would her thoughts be about that connection?

As soon as that particular thought occurred to him, an insidious whisper slid up into his brain with another question: what would her thoughts have been if he'd come to Scepter 4 wearing a matching mark to Misaki's?

It was impossible, of course, but Fushimi felt his fingers twitch against the keyboard in front of him, the urge to reach up and scratch at his burned Homra mark rising, along with the same baseless urgency from before. The idea of a soulmate match with Misaki didn't bring quite the same feeling of sinking dread that it had in the past, but it came with several uncomfortable memories all the same.

Memories that weren't even necessarily uncomfortable in the same way they had been.

That’s the problem, isn’t it?

More often lately, he couldn’t keep away the thoughts he’d always been able to overwrite in the past with the memory of Misaki’s furious face. The sharp bark of Misaki’s laugh felt as real in his mind’s ear as it had been in person. He could see the inward curve of Misaki’s shoulders and back as he rubbed at the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. The way the longer strands of his hair curled around the line of taut skin there had always made Fushimi’s fingers itch to brush it, and the play of muscle beneath Misaki’s clothing as his body moved had fascinated him more than he would’ve liked to admit. Misaki could never sit still; he was always in motion, gaze sharp and smile bright. Even when he wasn’t smiling, Fushimi could feel the energy radiating from him, and the passion lurking in the warm color of his eyes.

Even in those days, his eyes had sometimes traced the slope of Misaki’s jaw, the outline of his lips. He wanted to feel those places under his mouth and run his hands along the parts of Misaki’s body that were hidden normally.

The desire was more or less understandable, though. It was just a physical reaction, after all. It had led to more than one careless mistake, which was irritating, but at least it made sense. It was the restless feeling that accompanied it that he still couldn’t comprehend – the insistent urging that had become worse when Misaki’s energy had dimmed, gnawing at Fushimi with ferocity during the moments when he’d seen or encountered him.

There was no energy, no passion within Misaki during that time, and yet he still felt that draw of his presence. It had been easier to turn his back and walk away than to deal with it or try to sort out what it meant, but it had left with that hollow, unsatisfied feeling every single time.

Even now, he didn’t feel any urge to rile Misaki as he had before. Something had changed irrevocably, and he couldn’t put his finger on what – or how, for that matter. His only real clue – and one he would’ve liked to ignore – was that single encounter in the middle of it all when he’d been unable to still the flow of desire within himself.

It had drawn a response, he couldn’t deny that.

Fushimi clicked his tongue automatically against the pleasant shiver that overtook his body with the memory. He hadn’t wanted to stop – probably wouldn’t have if the interruption hadn’t come – and it wasn’t purely for physical reasons. It wasn’t anything to do with soulmates, either, although he suspected that was a large part of Misaki’s motivation.

As if it would’ve even gone that way in the first place…

In that moment, Misaki had seemed like he was drowning and had clung to Fushimi as if he were a lifeline. And something within him had wanted – needed – to respond to that desperation.

He wasn’t sure what that said about him. It was disturbing.

Across from him, Awashima cleared her throat; when his gaze focused on her again, she tilted her head to the side questioningly. “If you do need a break, there’s no reason to push,” she reminded him, and uncrossed her arms to indicate their two nearly-completed piles. “We’ve already made a considerable amount of progress.”

Once again, Fushimi had to appreciate her habit of not prying. “There’s no point leaving it with only this much to go,” he mumbled, attempting to shove back the confusing blend of emotions in his mind as he reached for the final report in his stack. “You can go if you want.”

“I wasn’t asking for my sake.” Even without looking, he could hear the smile in her voice again. “Let’s continue, then.”

It was strange, but somehow as the sound of typing filled the silence between them again, the afternoon sun gradually darkening into twilight as it poured in through the tall windows, Fushimi felt a comfortable feeling spreading across his entire body. For the first time in a long while, that restless urging at the back of his thoughts had stilled, and he had a sense of peace.

He didn’t really know what to make of that either, so he pushed it from his thoughts and bent his attention to the work at hand.

The sound of Anna’s soft footsteps as she went up to her room for the night was the only noise in Bar Homra during that moment, but Yata found he didn’t mind the silence that much. In the bar they’d just reopened, with the light buzz of his first taste of alcohol warming his body, he felt comfortable.

It was enough to make the smile on his face widen, eyes shutting with contentment.

Homra was back together, and he wasn’t alone anymore. That alone was enough for him, but he didn’t think he’d ever shake the weight of what had happened. His initial thought when their clan had reformed was that the empty feeling from before would be gone and he’d never have to worry about it again, but that hadn’t exactly been the case. There was a lot to think about. Anna had given them all hope – and a place to belong once again – but it didn’t erase the heavy sense of something irreplaceable being gone. He still felt the grief pulsing strongly at the back of his mind, and couldn’t quite rid himself of the guilt for all the things he hadn’t done.

That emptiness was a faded threat in his soul, a scar that wouldn’t quite heal.

Yata figured it was his reminder that there was more to be feared in life than enemies. That period in his life when he thought he’d lost everything wasn’t something he was about to forget. He was going to do his best this time not to have any regrets. If he at least tried to understand the important people around him better, there wouldn’t be so much disconnect between him and them.

A recent memory flared up behind his closed eyelids – Saruhiko, with his impassive frown, turning his face away as Yata fumbled for words to express his gratitude. It came with the distant throb of an old ache, different from before.

That guy’s kind of a special case, huh?

“Something on your mind, Yata-chan?” Kusanagi’s voice cut into his thoughts; when he opened his eyes again, his older friend was giving him a small smile. “You can go if you want. Not that I mind the company.” There was a bit of a wistful edge in his gaze. “Tell you the truth, it feels a bit different in here now.”

Without Mikoto and Totsuka around, Yata’s mind instantly supplied, and he felt something clench a little within him. It wasn’t the all-encompassing grief from before, but… Hell, he didn’t think it’d ever be entirely gone. Looking up at Kusanagi’s face, he was pretty sure he wasn’t alone in that respect.

Trying to understand the important people… It didn’t have to be just Anna.

Swallowing against the remains of that ache, Yata leaned forward on the bar counter, elbows resting on the surface. “Kusanagi-san,” he started, feeling a bit awkward about it but determined to press onward. “Y’know, there’s something I’ve been kinda meaning to say – or, uh, I mean apologize for…” He shifted his weight to reach up with one hand and scratch at the back of his head. “How should I put this…?”

“Ah.” Kusanagi’s smile became more of a grimace. “Yata-chan, there’s no need to apologize – ”

“No, I gotta say this!” Lowering his hand, Yata leaned forward, meeting Kusanagi’s mildly startled gaze squarely. “Just hear me out, okay? Please!”

The grimace relaxed into a more serious expression. “All right.” Kusanagi leaned against the bar on his side, his gaze intent. “I’m listening.”

“About… that time…” Despite his resolve, it still felt awkward. Yata resisted the urge to lower his face, determined to face this head on. “When you told us you were closing the bar... I lost it. Those – those things I said, back then… I didn’t mean it. I was upset. But that’s not an excuse!” On the counter, he balled his hands into loose fists. “Kusanagi-san… I’m sorry! Really, truly sorry!”

At that he did bow his head, residual shame flowing through his body in waves. “I expected you to be a certain way all the time, just for my own sake.” He swallowed down the lump that had risen at the back of his throat, forcing himself to continue. “When you weren't what I wanted, I lashed out. It was selfish of me. I... really, I'm sorry."

There was a significant pause. Yata found himself trembling with emotion, tense as he waited for a reaction to his words.

Finally, Kusanagi heaved a sigh. “When you say things like that, you really sound like an adult now, Yata-chan,” he remarked. There was something weary in his tone. “Still… you don’t need to bow your head. After all, you weren’t the only one making mistakes that day.”

He hadn’t expected that. Yata jerked his head up, surprised, and found himself the subject of a rueful, slightly pained look. “I have an apology of my own to make,” Kusanagi admitted, once their eyes met. “Truth is, I lashed out at you too. I could write it off by saying I was grieving just like you were, but I’m the one who’s supposed to be the adult here.” He shut his eyes briefly. “I’ve had time to think it over, and it wasn’t fair of me. How pathetic, huh?” That came with a slight scoff, but when he opened his eyes again, his gaze was still serious. “I’m sorry for it, Yata. Sometimes I forget… we were both there, after all.”

The unexpectedly subdued tone had that aching lump rising at the back of Yata’s throat again. “Kusanagi-san…” Even as he felt something tense within him start to give with the return apology, the fresh reminder of their shared experience had him swallowing hard. In that moment of raw honesty, he felt open enough to offer a low, pained, “I still dream about it sometimes.”

“Yeah.” Kusanagi sighed again, straightening. His eyes were distant. “So do I.”

It didn’t feel like there was anything else to be said. The moment of silence that stretched out following that affirmation felt thick with remembrance and grief.

Somehow, there was something freeing in that shared understanding, too. Yata reached up to rub the moisture from the corners of his eyes roughly, managing a soft huff of a laugh. “Things got weird, huh? My bad.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Kusanagi eased back from the counter, offering a small sideways smile. “It’s not so bad to have moments like this once in a while.”

“Got that right!” Yata grinned back at him roughly, and then slumped forward with an exaggerated motion. “Man, I’m glad I got that off my chest! It’s something I really regretted, y’know?”

“I know how you feel,” Kusanagi agreed, with a bit of humor. “Though… one other thing I regret is not having a chance to be open with you – not just you, Yata-chan, but everyone else, too.” His smile turned rueful. “I had reasons – and it’s not that they weren’t valid, but given the way things turned out, it seems it just caused unnecessary grief in the end. Can’t promise I’ll break the habit, but I’ll try to trust you in the future.” Their eyes met again, and the smile widened a bit. “Try to keep your head if you can – I’ll be relying on you.”

Yata couldn’t help but perk up at that, straightening in his seat with pride. “Leave it to me!” He thumped his fist against his chest enthusiastically. “I’ve already pledged my life to Anna and Homra – I’ll give it my all! And I won’t let you down!”

If anything, he expected a smile and fond agreement, so it was a bit surprising when Kusanagi gave him a serious look instead. “Let me share something with you, Yata – one adult to another.” He leaned forward, bracing both hands on the counter so they were closer to being eye to eye. “Never pledge your entire life to anything. In Homra’s case, you’ll always be our Yatagarasu. But don’t forget that’s only a part of who you are as a whole. If you haven’t yet, you should start thinking about what kind of man you want to be – and what steps you can take to start getting there.”

Yata blinked at him, taken aback. “Only a part…?” It seemed unreal to look at it that way. The idea of thinking beyond Homra – beyond being Yatagarasu – wasn’t something he’d thought about. When Homra wasn’t in his life, there hadn’t been anything – just that endless, consuming emptiness. Didn’t that mean there really wasn’t anything else for him?

Somehow, that thought was… kinda scary.

Well, there was one thing… Not that he wanted to think about it, but he still kept coming back to it, as fixated as he had been from the start. That one stupid, painful, traitorous bit of hope he’d let himself fall back on – the retreat to his younger years, when all he’d wanted or needed was to be Saruhiko’s soulmate.

No point thinking about that. Yata curled his fingers into loose fists, trying not to scowl. It wasn’t like he could help it. All it took was looking into Saruhiko’s eyes, catching a hint of that mingled wariness and intensity, and he was lost. Even now, he shivered a little just thinking about it. Saruhiko’s mouth on his, warm and eager; Saruhiko’s hands on his body, mapping every crevice as if he wanted to commit them to memory. And then there was Saruhiko himself in the circle of Yata’s arms, the excitement of being able to feel the press and pliancy of that familiar thin frame against him as he held tight stirring to life within him and clouding any chance of reason. He’d thought about it a lot since. Couldn’t help it.

That guy’s not easy to forget. Even with so much reason to do so, Yata just couldn’t.

It kinda didn’t help that some time while everyone was apart, Kousuke and Eric had picked up a pair of deep brown, perfectly matched paw print marks on their opposing shoulders. He was happy for them of course, but still, sometimes…

Well, okay, he was jealous. That was normal, though. Right?

Pushing that thought – and the bitterness that came with it – down, Yata summoned up a sheepish grin in response to the conversation. “Not sure if I really get it, but…” He still had his resolve, and he wasn’t gonna back down from that. No room for doubts now. “Y’know, I wanna be someone who my important people can rely on.”

And if he was being selfish… also someone they wouldn’t want to leave behind. But he wasn’t gonna say it.

“That so?” Kusanagi smiled back, straightening again. “Well, maybe try to keep that thought at the back of your mind anyway. You might find other pieces of the answer coming to you here and there.”

“Uh, right. Got it.” Honestly, he still wasn’t sure if he totally got it, but he didn’t have to think about it right away. Yata frowned a bit. His earlier thoughts had kicked something else loose from the back of his mind. “By the way, Kusanagi-san… Can I ask you something? It’s about Mikoto-san.”

Kusanagi gave him a questioning look. “What’s on your mind?”

He’d been wondering about it for the longest time now – and he did want to try and understand his original King, as best he could despite everything. “Did he…? I mean, Totsuka-san wasn’t just teasing me way back then about the soulmate thing, right? Mikoto-san really did have one, didn’t he?”

“Ah…” At that, Kusanagi looked a bit pained. “Yeah,” he admitted, after a second’s hesitation. “He did.”

He did. Those words felt like they buzzed through Yata’s brain. He leaned forward, anxious to find out more. “So then, why…?” Suddenly unsure of how to word the confusion coursing through him, he stopped there, eyebrows bunching together.

Why wouldn’t he say anything? Why’d we never meet this person? Shouldn’t it have been awesome, finding a soulmate match?

Shouldn’t it have fixed things? Made it better, even… even when…

Kusanagi seemed to pick up on most of his uncertainty without the words coming out. “Why wasn’t it a celebration, you mean? Why didn’t that person intervene or magically fix things in the end?” He sighed heavily, looking away, and muttered almost to himself, “Well, in a way that person did intervene…”

Yata stared at him, more confused than ever. “Huh?”

“Never mind.” Kusanagi shook his head, not quite meeting Yata’s gaze. His expression was unreadable. “I don’t think it’d do you much good to know the person, but I will say this much…” When their eyes met again, his gaze was serious. “It wasn’t a match that could have worked in the long run, given the circumstances.”

The words didn’t sink in immediately. A match that couldn’t have worked… Yata frowned back, unable to reconcile that with what he’d always known. “But… if they were soulmates…”

“Yata-chan…” Kusanagi shot him a glance that was almost pitying. “That doesn’t really mean much, you know. It tells you something, sure, but it doesn’t change your relationships for you or fix any problems with them.” He shrugged. “In the end, they’re just a set of marks, after all.”

Yata jerked upright in his seat, shocked. “What are you saying, Kusanagi-san?” Just a set of marks? The words were a blow to one of his most closely held ideals. “Isn’t finding your soulmate the best thing that could happen to you? How could it be just a set of marks?” Carried away in his passion on the subject, he demanded, “What about Kousuke and Eric? You’re saying they’re nothing but a set of marks?”

That earned him a sigh, and Kusanagi briefly shut his eyes. “Don’t put words in my mouth, Yata. I never said it was a bad thing.” He looked wry when he opened his eyes again. “Let me ask you this, then: d’you think Kousuke and Eric treat each other different, now that they have those marks?”

It wasn’t a question he’d expected. Yata blinked, hastily scanning back through his memory. “Eh… well…”

Kusanagi didn’t wait for him to collect himself. “You think they didn’t care about each other as much as they do now, that it?”

“Ah…” The answer to that was obvious. “No, but – ”

“But,” Kusanagi continued relentlessly, “you’re okay with saying all that care and effort and consideration doesn’t make a difference, right? Just the fact that they’re soulmates?”

It was hard to argue when he put it like that. Yata frowned back, his mind working fast to try and process the contradictions. The words resonated, but it was hard to try and piece together why or what it meant for him. “That’s not,” he started, and then paused, frustrated. “I mean…”

Kusanagi gave him a second, then shook his head when nothing else came, a rueful smile forming. “I’m not trying to bully you here, Yata-chan. If anything, I’d like to see you think these things through on your own and see what you come up with – even if we end up disagreeing in the end. Just challenge yourself.” With that, his gaze took on a knowing look. “Maybe you’ll find some answers. Or closure.”

That hit uncomfortably close to home. Yata squirmed in his seat, warmth prickling across his face. “Y-yeah, well…” He reached up to rub at the back of his neck. “I-I’ll think about it. Thanks.”

Truthfully, he wasn’t sure any more if there would be an opportunity to find answers when it came to Saruhiko. Or closure, for that matter. He only knew that he wanted to, desperately, somewhere deep down that he didn’t like to acknowledge openly. There was still the burning hope within him that he was right, they really were soulmates, and once Saruhiko realized, he’d see what a mistake he’d made and explain everything. And then they could move on.

After everything, now he was finally starting to realize that he might have to work on accepting that he’d never find out for sure. And that moving on might mean doing it by himself.

Having gone through so much aching loneliness, the thought should’ve scared him. But somehow, despite everything, it really didn’t. Mostly, Yata was just confused. And maybe a bit lost. He didn’t know where to start with this crap yet.

Nothing else to do but move forward and try his best, really.

Kusanagi offered him a grin, as if guessing what was going through his head. “Any time.”

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